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Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist ā OR ā How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night
Iām also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.
I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.
Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that youāre lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.
Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.
9x22 - Stairway to Heaven Clip
Thereās two lamps.
External image So while Dean destroyed one lamp
The lamp in the background is left to mourn the other lamp.
May it rest in peace.
I ship these lamps so hard.
Itās a very tragic love story really. I mean, they only had each other for company all those years in which the Bunker was locked without occupants. Then the Winchesters come. And theyāre so happy because for the first time in decades they can shine brightly, and help lend light to the research of Supernatural creatures again, as was originally intended. And for months everything is bliss.
Until one day that tall man, but slightly shorter than the really tall man, gets into a rage for reasons the lamps canāt understand.
And lamp one watches in horror as the man throws the books and papers off of the table. But it breaths a sigh of relief because he just barely misses the other lamp. But then the man turns back around and swings his arm in an arc, knocking the lamp across the room so that it slams into the wall, shatters, and falls to the floor.
The lamp cries out in horror, but no one hears it over the sound of more furniture being thrown around.
His companion all those years, his loverātaken from him in an instant. He felt he could just burn out right there and then and no longer lend light to the Winchesters. And at the same time, he felt he needed to get revenge. All these emotions burning intensely inside of him.
But sadly, he could do nothing. For he was only a lamp.
did you just write a lamp fanfiction
you gotta love this fandom
Didnāt this start out talking about Cas and Dean? Screw that ship, Lamp and Other Lamp it is, maybe the dead Lamp will come back from hell and they will reunite..
Lamp stood at the crossroads, Shovel by his side.
āAre you sure you want to do this?ā Shovel asked, pushing dirt aside.
The lamp look wistfully at the horizon. āYesā he muttered. He nudged box with a picture of himself and other items inside. He covered it with dirt. He muttered the incantation, and a crossroads demon appeared.
The demon looked around, confused for a moment because there was no human in sight.
āIād like to sell my soul for my lover,ā the lamp sternly said.
The demon looked down to where the lamp sat on the ground.
āYouā¦canāt sell your soul.ā
āPlease!ā The lamp begged. āMy first born. Anything!ā
The demon shuffled awkwardly. He had seen a lot of weird things in his time in hell, but never this. He didnāt get paid enough for this.
āSorry cupcake.ā And he disappeared with a snap of his fingers.
āDamn it!ā the lamp shouted towards the heavens. āDamn it,ā he muttered, softer.
āOh dearā¦ā Shovel said. āI know that look.ā
āIām going to hell myself.ā Lamp said. āIām going to save him.ā
Shovel sighed because he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Lamp from going down into hell. And yet he felt obligated to at least try. āPlease. You had an eternity together, just let him go.ā Shovel begged of his friend.
āAn eternity.ā Lamp muttered under his breath. āIt doesnāt feel like it. We knew each other since we were made together as a set. But it hasnāt been near an eternity.ā Lampās light suddenly turned on as he came to an epiphany. Shovelās heart filled with dread as he realized what his friend planned to do.
āCome on. We have to get back home.ā Lamp said, voice determined as he knew what it was that he had to do.
As they arrived back at their home in the bunker, Shovel had already tried and tried to convince his friend against his plans, but it was too late. Lamp knew what he had to do. He shook as he stood where his lover once stood collecting dust while there was nobody inhabiting their home.
There was a loud, deafening crash as Lamp threw himself off of the table, landing in the same spot that his friend turned lover had died. Shovel let himself fall against the wall as he saw the life light go out of Lamp. Shovel felt responsible for putting the idea of an eternity in his friend. But he knew it was bound to happen eventually, whether by Lampās own doing, or by the hands of the slightly shorter angry human whoād killed Other Lamp.
Shovel hoped that Lamp got his happy eternity with Other Lamp in death.
The taller man walked into the room. He looked at the floor to see a lamp in pieces.
āDean!ā The man yelled.
What the hell is a Dean, Shovel thought.
Dean came running into the room, gun in hand. āWhat?ā he said.
āDean. I just fixed this lamp here.ā The tall man said, a lamp in his hand. It bore cracks from where it had shattered into pieces, but otherwise, it was glued back together and ready to take its place back on the table.
āThatās great, Sam, but why the need to yell?ā Dean huffed.
Sam rolled his eyes, and then pointed at the floor where another lamp lay shattered. āDean. You have got to stop breaking the furniture!ā
āI didnāt do this,ā Dean said, slightly offended.
Sam set the lamp in his hands on the table and plugged it back into the socket. It glowed brightly. He then turned his attention back to Dean.
āOh really. So the lamp just threw itself off the table?ā
Shovel drew in a stunned breath, dread settling over him, staring at the two men as they walked out, still arguing. Shovel only had a few seconds to collect himself before he heard a relatively cheery āHello!ā He looked guiltily over at Other Lamp.
āHi.ā
Other Lamp frowned slightly at Shovelās tone, but otherwise didnāt respond to it. āI wasnāt expecting to be fixed, I thought it would all be over. But the tall one mended me.ā He explained.
āThatās⦠Itās good. Er, itās good to have you back.ā Shovel shuffled nervously. āI- I mean we, uh, we missed you.ā
āHow long was I gone?ā Asked Other Lamp, feeling elated at the notion that he was very much alive. He couldnāt think of anything that could ruin this moment.
āA few weeks.ā Sighed Shovel. āA long few weeks.ā
He knew he would have to break the news, he knew he couldnāt hide it. He was surprised Other Lamp hadnāt noticed the shattered pieces yet, but then Other Lamp wasnāt always the most observant lamp. Still, the pieces were there, and it was only a matter of time.
āA few weeks?ā Repeated Other Lamp. āIt felt like longer!ā
āIt sure did.ā Muttered Shovel.
āI missed you guys - especially Lamp! Iām not used to not seeing him every day.ā Other lamps light flickered with cheeriness. Shovel dropped the false smile, unable to keep it up when every word felt like a stab, but Other Lamp didnāt seem to notice. He did, however, frown and look around. āWhere is Lamp?ā He asked suddenly. āDid they move him to a different room?ā The heartbroken look on his face made Shovel feel all the worse, knowing the truth was no where near as good.
āIt was a long few weeks, Other Lamp.ā He muttered. Uncertain, Other lamp moved slowly to the edge.
āW-what do you mean?ā He asked, his voice quavering. In response, Shovel merely looked down at the shards on the floor. Following his gaze, Other Lamp let out a shocked squeak, feeling like his world was crashing down around him.
āIām sorry.ā Sighed Shovel, feeling like it was all his fault. Other Lamp slowly raised his eyes.
āI canāt live without him.ā
A darkness settled over Other Lamp. Try as the taller man may, his light just wouldnāt burn. Countless light bulbs and muttered frustrations⦠And a consideration to throw Other Lamp away. But the taller man never did.
Shovel had been moved back into the Impala when he was suddenly needed for something the men called a case, and Other Lamp sat alone staring at the spot where Lamp used to sit. The men seemed to be out more and more leaving Other Lamp enveleped in his darkness⦠His loneliness.
Other Lamp was quickly approaching his end. Heād never been able to throw himself from the table like his lover had. Instead whenever the shorter angry one would begin to shout with rage⦠Thatās when Other Lamp felt a spark. He held his breath waiting for the man to knock him to the floor.
But it never happened.
It had been a month and Other Lamps bulbs were dying more and more frequently and his glow was getting more and more dim.
āI thought for sure I had fixed this,ā the taller man muttered. He examined Other Lamp in his hands. Other Lamp couldnāt bare to look at him. He tried to make himself heavy, in hopes he would fall. Instead he was sat back down into his spot.
āWhat about the other one?ā the angry one asked, āDidnāt you fix that one?ā
Other Lamps heart suddenly took off, pumping a mile a minute. Could it be?
His lights flickered, briefly catching the attention of the men in the room.
The angry man took a drink from one the familiar bottles he always had and the taller man left the room for a while.
This was the man⦠This was the monster that ruined everythingā¦
Other Lamp lights were suddenly burning very bright as he bubbled with rage. Maybe he could zap the man where he sat. Maybe he could melt something important.
āHey,ā the monster smiled. āThere ya go, now youāre burning bright.ā
That smile, the kindness in the monsters eyes⦠Other Lamps fury burned out and he fell back into sadness, diming as he did.
The taller man had appeared back in the room. Something was in his hands.
A familiar Lamp Shade? Was that⦠His cord?
The imagine of Lamp shattered on the floor flooded back, it couldnāt beā¦
The taller man was so burly and turned in such a way that Other Lamp couldnāt see, couldnāt be sure. But hope somehow managed to burn within him.
Then light began to spill into the room shining brightly. A light Other Lamp knew⦠a light Other Lamp loved.
That taller man moved away, smiling at the lamp in satisfaction. And when Other Lamp beheld his love with his own eyes suddenly he could not shine bright enough himself. He was different⦠Dinged up, and put back together like Other Lamp himself, but it was him.
Their light spread across the room until finally they crossed. Their light became one once more, beaming into this dark room. They held each otherās light dearly and chased away all the shadows of fear and loneliness. Finally⦠Finally they were together again..
They could only beam at each other with joy, eyes watery from tears of pain and bliss.
āLook at that,ā the angry one mused. āItās almost like they missed each other.ā
Both he and the taller one smiled.
Has anyone ever told you that you have a really nice face
They never really stop
Give me supportive deancas girlfriends please
I used @senshistock pose as reference <3
Mermay 2019. It was so fun to do.
I HOPE THEY FEEL CALLED OUT
The gripping sequel. The holding sequel. The squeezing sequel. Sequel, get off me.
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The gripping sequel. The holding sequel. The squeezing sequel. Sequel, get off me.
āā
Angelic Speed Dating.
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Tag yourself Iām the āOverdressed and Underappreciatedā. Artist : http://www.mattadrian.com/Ā
If you thought āhm those styles of art AND speech seem very familiar,ā you are right because it is the same person that did these
Oh my god damn
Nobody:
My brain at 3:59 AM: Hagridās mother was a giantess and his father was a human small enough to sit on one of Hagridās shoulders when he was eleven. Hagrid makes a point of how tiny he was even for a human. As far as we know humans and giants donāt use fertility aids. Was Hagridās conception like throwing a hot dog down a hallway orā¦?
I think about this, too! Plus that time Hagrid casually implied it was, in fact, physically possible for male giants to mate with female humans...
#StarWarsDay #MayThe4th
*pulls up to the fanfic drive-thru window* uh yeah, iāll take a fake relationship with a side of mutual pining and thinking the other isnāt interested, thanks
#*bored authorās voice over the tannoy* d'you want fluff with that?Ā (via @amarriageoftrueminds)
#sure and if you can throw in an extra āsharing one bedā trope, that would be great.
How much is it to supersize to smut?
So if you get smut and fluff from a drive thru where do you go for angst and dark?
That you order from the guy in the trenchcoat in the alley. āYou want angst? I got angstā
*sticks my withered goblin paw out from under the bed* psst kid i gotĀ āthey both think the other one is dead for like seven chaptersāĀ
Reader: āHow much will that be?ā
Author: āJust a comment. Please for the love of God leave a comment.ā
āDo you take fanart?ā
ā⦠y e s.ā
It got better.
How big is your dick? Call it morbid curiosity or pure perviness, I don't care. I just want to know.
Hereās a hint: