There will always be room for another fandom

Doctor: $140,000 a year

Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

i think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh

I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff

no matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. i walked right into that

Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.

Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?

doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them

worldheritagepostorganization

You will die in 7 days

hokuto-ju-no-ken

It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right

Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I

kolbye

You could if you weren’t a fucking coward

World Heritage Post

raevenlywrites

Art by coolfrogdude together at last

bisexualshakespeare

[ID: a comic illustrating the above thread as if it was happening in a theater. The users are mostly shaped like their icons, pukicho is a pikachu and hokuto-ju-no-ken is a gengar. The last panel is gengar looks back where a speech bubble comes out of the crowd to say, “you could if you weren’t a fucking coward.” /end]

azzy-the-christian-furry-deacti

I can’t believe I’m actually seeing this post

beardedmrbean

Magic of tumblr,

athelind

I am morally obligated to add the YouTube video whenever this thread crosses my dash

capricorn-0mnikorn

I’ve seen this thread more than a few times. But this is the first time I’ve seen this video. So thank you for your service.

talkmagically

This is the best explanation I could come up with for why it takes me so long to do updates sometimes when, at other times, I’m typing them up like clockwork.

apollosflamingchariot

also this:

sauntering-down

facts.

p1013

I’m like this with my original fiction, too.

tzikeh

You guys forgot this one:

ladyataralasse

Accurate AF

Also this entire thought process:

[image credit Emily Chapman ]

oneshoeshort-deactivated2021060

I don’t appreciate being viciously attacked like this.

gays, lend me your strength

equinox-autumn

I shall give you my soul, and you will be the most powerful gay to ever gay.

thank you so much.

lesbians, lend me your strength

kandikarkat

I give you my heart, so you can have the power of all the lesbians and be even more gay than before

I am forever in your debt.

aces, lend me your strength

andr0id-16

I give you my essence, so that why you possess the power of gay as well as having not just one, but many aces of power up your sleeve.

kingasgore-moved-deactivated201

I owe you my life.

transgender and nonbinary folks, lend me your strength

i give you my tiddies because i dont fuckign want them

I could never thank you enough.

bi and pan peeps, lend me your strength

asskylosaurus

Gun

I am eternally grateful.

now, all remaining LGBT+ members, please collectively lend me your strength

doctor-basil-puntastic

You have our combined strengths and powers. Ascend as a God for there can no longer be forces against us. We are billions as one.

I truly thank you all, from the bottom of my heart thank you.

now,

chaseha-wing

And this is why you ask questions first

Spare Her

Fandom: Crimson Peak

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x fem!reader

Warnings: Slight implications of incest, Angst, Thomas being so fluffy and in love it hurts, cursing

Word Count: 1,851

Prompt:I wanted this one to feel like Thomas met the reader first before Edith but backed out before marrying the reader haha

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Y/n is the heir to her father’s thriving company in textile manufacturing. She is also an aspiring violin player and with little to no intention of ever continuing his father’s business. A determined young woman who knows her rights and believes that hard work ends in success.

She met Sir Thomas Sharpe in one of the her father’s parties. Much to the other ladies’ delight, when she walked into the ballroom, all of the guests attention was caught by Y/n with her beautiful violin performance and top notch socializing. She was the only woman in the ballroom with a line of gentlemen who wants a chance to dance with her. Christine Bligh and her mother who was looking for a husband for her daughter didn’t like it one bit.

Y/n of course, only chose the ones who were interesting to her. Those who were lucky enough to dance with her learnt about how she has half a mind about their family’s business and is thinking of not marrying for it will endanger their business from people who wants a part of her inheritance and being an only child, she wants to see to it that it will be protected.

All of that was thrown out the window when Sir Thomas Sharpe walked like a wolf in search for prey into the ballroom.

She then saw Sir Thomas talking to Christine and her mother who was basically selling her daughter to a handsome stranger. Y/n rolled her eyes at the sight. She fixed her dress and walked towards them with a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re talking about business here.” she smiled looking at them individually but lingering at Mrs. Bligh a little longer.

“I’m sorry dear, but I was introducing my beautiful daughter, Christine to Sir Thomas Sharpe here,” Mrs. Bligh said with a hint of anger in her voice. Y/n smiled and said

“Yes, business. More specifically in the art of selling. I’m sorry Mrs. Bligh, but you’re practically selling your beautiful daughter to this kind gentleman here,” She said as she looked at Sir Thomas Sharpe and gently touched his arm. Sir Thomas was covering his lips with his right hand to hide a slight laughter from y/n’s comment.

She could listen to his laugh for days and not regret every single minute of it.

Christine and her mother both had wide eyes and after what y/n had said and muttered “Well I never..” Sir Thomas, who regained his composure, cleared his throat and said “Ladies, would kindly excuse us for a minute?” as he offered his arm to Y/n and took her to less crowded place in the room.

“Well that was a show,” Thomas said in between his melodic laughter. “Well, they were smothering you and I saw the distress signal, so I saved you. You’re welcome.” Y/n said proudly. “Sir Thomas Sharpe,” He said as he held and kissed her hand with a bow. “Y/n,” she said as she did a curtsy.

“So, Sir Thomas, what is your business here in America?” Y/n asked startling Thomas with her knowledge of his family’s origin. “So, I’m interesting enough for you to dig into my files, huh?” Thomas said with a honeyed voice and a slight smirk on his face.

“No, Thomas, you should now by know that your accent is awfully tantalizing and difficult to not listen to,” y/n said glancing at Thomas who seemed relieved of Y/n’s obliviousness. Thomas replied with a laugh.

“Well, Lady Y/n, I came here to look for investors for my clay mining machine. And I was hoping that by attending Sir L/n’s party I’d be able to pursuade him into investing.” Thomas said a matter-of-fact.

“Yes, I’ve heard of your machine and I must say, you are quite an innovative man,” Y/n said loosing all the flirtatious tone in her voice. Thomas noticed that she was just as curious of him as he was of her. The opportunity for another one was dangling right in front of him and all he could think about was how her eyes would disappear every time she laughs. ‘No,’ he thought ‘I can’t put her through that,’

Meanwhile, Lucille watches from afar, her face was emotionless as always but inside her head there was chaos. 'What is he doing?’ she thought to herself 'He said that bitch Christine was who he decided to go with?’

“Sir Thomas would you please come with me? I want to do you a favor after accompanying me this evening,” Y/n said. “Lead the way, my dear,” Thomas smiled and offered his arm. She linked her arms with his and led them towards a group of gentlemen her father was talking to. Thomas gave Lucille a quick glance and quickly turned away to listen to Y/n.

“Good evening gentlemen,” Y/n said with a smile. Every single gentlemen in the circle turned and greeted her. “Everyone this is Sir Thomas Sharpe,” Y/n said proudly, Thomas on the other hand was stunned to know that Y/n was actually Sir L/n’s daughter and the only heir to the business. That she was the girl who every gentleman in the ballroom was talking about. “Good evening gentlemen,” Thomas said.

He looked at y/n who was already busy bragging about Thomas’s accomplishments that he told her earlier. How she remember all of that information in just a short period of time he had no idea, but what he do know is that the longer he stuck with her the more Lucille will get curious and ask about her. He’ll be forced to tell her about this girl who’s as vulnerable as a body floating in the middle of the ocean.

After the party ended, y/n invited Thomas for dinner which he was definitely not accustomed to but quickly accepted. Y/n for Thomas was really assertive but in a really endearing way.

She was charming, smart and humorous. When they were at their hotel room and already in bed, he found himself stuck on the thought that he could never be with someone like her. That the disgusted look on her face once she learned about what they do would break his heart into a million pieces.

He didn’t wan to admit it, but he was definitely falling for her. He really didn’t want to admit it, especially to Lucille who kept on asking him why he was acting strange and would quietly giggle at random moments. Thomas, who was completely unaware that her sister already knows why, just told her that he remembered something.

“Are you choosing that girl over Lady Bligh?” Lucille glanced behind at Thomas who was helping her undo her corset. “Yes, I won’t pursue Lady Bligh any longer, I think this one is easier,” he said disgusted by every word that comes out to his mouth. “Oh and Y/n invited me to dinner,” Thomas said as Lucille turned to him.

“Invited you?” She asked “Yes Lucille, isn’t she eccentric? I’ve never been invited to dinner by a Lady before,” Thomas said with a smile. “I do, Thomas. Every night,” Lucille said through gritted teeth.

“Of course, of course darling,” He said placing both his hand on her cheeks, cupping them. “I just see this as an opportunity to gain her trust, is all. Please set every worry in your mind aside,” Thomas explained and kissed her forehead.

“Together forever,” Lucille said “Never apart,” Thomas continued hesitantly.

Thomas and Y/n’s dates turned from once to often with Y/n still unaware of Lucille’s existence, much to Lucille’s pleasure. They became closer with each meal, each book recommendation, each star gazing they had together. Thomas completely forgot about their objective when they came here to America. The only thought that ran through his mind was what kind of date they would have and what kind of flower he’d bring her next time.

He couldn’t sleep till he saw her ocean blue eyes, her smile that lit him up and warmed his once cold heart, or hear her melodic laughter that was too contagious. Oh god was he in love with her. But that kind of love was too dangerous and he knows it. He’s seen it. He’s seen what it does to people and he’s scared of it.

“Lucille, I’m going to see Y/n today. We’re going to the park to walk with her dog,” Thomas said during his lunch with Lucille. Suddenly there was food all over the table and he saw Lucille staring him down from where she was now standing.

“Why do you keep on seeing her like this? Just get her to Allerdale Hall as soon as possible so we can get rid of her! I thought she was easier?” Lucille screamed and her voice breaking in the last word. Thomas didn’t know what to do, he knew what his love would result to but he let it happen anyway. Now, he’s endangered y/n more than she already was and this was it. This is the end for their short love story that he dreaded since he realized he loved her.

“Yes, Lucille. Her trust was just much easier to get this way. I will take care of it,” Thomas said “Don’t make me take care of it myself, Thomas,” Lucille said walking away from the dining table. Thomas knows exactly what he has to do. Thomas went to Y/n’s house after their talk.

“I can’t come to our little get together at the park,” Thomas said in a dead tone of voice. “What? But you promised me, remember?” Y/n said with a small smile, but worry was emanating from her voice which she failed to hide. Thomas’s heart was already breaking, seeing that look in her face after he rejected her. After breaking his promise to her.

“Yes, I do not wish to continue this any longer. I was only using you to get to your father, to make him invest in my machine but you are just too difficult to be with. You act like everyone around you is your slave and you make people around you uncomfortable. And if you think I’d ever lay with someone as obnoxious as you then you are mistaken. I do not like you, not even a little.” He said again with a dead tone.

Before he could say anything more, he felt a sharp pain coming from his left cheek. Y/n was crying by the time he finished. Her eyes were red and looked so broken that Thomas had to look everywhere but her eyes when he said that.

“Well, if that’s is all you need to say, I do not wish to see you ever again. Get out of my life and never come back,” Y/n said as she shut the door on his face. Tears still streaming down her porcelain face.

Thomas stood in front of her door for a few seconds then pressed his hand on the glass. He then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving a piece of him and a single shed of tear behind.

Couldn’t be kept

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst so much angst ugh guys I’m sorry the song (14 by Silent Sanctuary it’s a tagalog angsty song lol) I listened to while writing was just so sad and I’m sooo sorry lol

Word Count: 772

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for too long. There’s just so much school work I’m working on right now. So here’s some Supernatural short for you hihi btw still wroking on that Loki thing, just want it to be perfect for you guys. No post date yet but It’s gonna be posted someday lol

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Insepareable since they came to your father for help. Apparently, your father’s were old friends back in the day and your father’s name was written in their father’s journal. Upon entering your home, Dean even tried to hit on you, classic Dean. Of course he quickly lost interest when his butt wasn’t the one he caught you checking out.

Looking at Sam was like looking at the night sky, he was the big and bright moon in the middle and all the others were just stars and darkness. You were just naturally drawn to him and you didn’t know why. So you were a little thankful when that Vampire almost turned you, eliciting this feeling inside Sam that you were waiting all this time. He lunged at the creature, seeing nothing but red, to save you. After that, he ran towards your limp, unconscious body and carried you out the nest.

You two were eyesore to Dean ever since. All the stolen kisses, the cuddling, the dirty looks. It was making him sick but he’s secretly happy that his brother found his happiness with you. Of course, every love story has it’s ending. Unfortunately, you guys were nearing yours.

It had been a normal day in the bunker, of course “normal” has a different meaning now after all that’s happened.

“Y/n, it’s too dangerous. I’m not letting you go do this hunt alone,” Sam said through gritted teeth. You were packing everything you need in your duffel, ignoring Sam’s booming voice.

“Sam, my father’s dead, that…bastard thing kidnapped him and I’m not gonna stop until it’s dead. You guys have other things to worry about and I have my own. I can do this,” You said, trying hard to speak with that stupid lump in your throat.

You weren’t looking at Sam and focused on packing, which is not really an interesting thing to do but is an effective way not to have eye contact with Sam. You might change your mind if you do.

“Y/n, Sam’s right. You’re gonna need our help. We’re not just gonna send you out there alone,” Dean, leaning in the doorway, stared at you. You stopped for a moment and looked at the figure in the doorway, your eyes were too watery to see but you knew it’s Dean.

“Dean, you read the letter. They’re gonna kill him the moment they even have a mere inkling that I’m not alone. I’m not willing to risk that,” You sat on your bed, no energy left to talk, to put more crap in your duffel, to tell them that you didn’t want to endanger them anymore than they were.

“I’m gonna let you guys talk,” Dean said walking out the room.

You look to Sam who was sitting beside you, staring at you with sorrow plastered in his face. You stared at him for an awful long time, memorizing his features. You weren’t gonna see his shaggy hair for a long time, his broad shoulders that give you shelter whenever you guys were cuddling. And his eyes, oh god his eyes, you could stare at them all day but that would be weird. Of course he was feeling the same way.

He seemed composed outside but he’s barely keeping himself from hugging you tight right there and never ever let go. You were walking away from him, from his life and it’s killing him. He knew he can’t stop you. He knew he can’t get in between you and what you want. Especially now that it involves you father. He knew how that felt.

You were staring at each other with glassy eyes now, tears threatening to fall any moment. “I need to go. Were gonna see each other again soon, I promise,” You finally said breaking the silence. You held his hand and squeezed it. Sam stared at you for a moment, looking for any sign of you changing your mind. No luck.

He didn’t know what to say to make you change your mind. He was too grief-stricken to even talk. You stood up, grabbed you duffel bag and walked out the room, out of his life and he has no idea if your coming back because now he’s not gonna be there to back you up in case you…he didn’t even want to think about that possibility.

He wanted to chase you but you were already out the door, with the tears that were threatening to fall earlier, streaming down your red cheeks.

Sam remembered everything vividly, like it was only yesterday, as he set fire to the girl he once loved with all his heart.

Reblogging my previous fics for the mean time cause I haven't been inspired to write these couple of months :(

It was Faint

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: platonic!Sam x singer!reader x platonic!Dean

Word Count: 1662

Warning: A LITTLE angsty, BUT ALL THE FLUFF AFTER I SWEAR

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a long time. I’m in the philippines and wifi here is expensive especially because we moved 3 times the past year, we can’t properly install wifi because we never stay at the same house. Data is too expensive for me too so I need to limit everything I do with it so I’m really sorry. I’ve been writing on my phone too because my laptop broke but I didn’t stop writing. I swear. So yeah, enjoy this fluffy goodness cause I noticed I haven’t written fluff yet lol

The secret started last month.

It was a really messy and gross hunt, you and the brothers were in dying need of a shower. You were never really comfortable taking showers in a rundown hotel after being covered in blood and “other liquids” so you begged Dean to take the long ride to the bunker (after promising him that you’d clean baby spotless when you get there) because you were in dying need of taking a long, hot shower. When you got there you were practically racing towards your bedroom without even glancing behind you, where Sam and Dean were sharing a knowing glance and said “Girls,” in unison. Dean’s eyes lingered towards your direction just a second longer than his brother.

You never liked hunting. It was fun at times, yes. You get to kill the son’s of bitches who makes the world a less desirable place to live in. Most of the time, it’s guilt for the lives you didn’t get to save. Could you have done it differently? Was there something you missed? Was that all you could’ve done? You can almost feel the anger coursing through your veins. When a particular case leaves you not being able to talk to anyone for days and you just spend those times drinking everything away with cheap beer and be around even cheaper excuses for human beings at random bars.

You never liked any of it. That’s why you tried to give it up. Just when you thought you finally got the infamous “apple pie” life, everything went down the freaking void in a spiral. You got a job as a lounge singer, something you’ve always wanted to do when you were just a little girl when your father introduced you to his vinyls and cassette tapes. Met a fine lad who’s more than happy to give you the world. Told you he loved you every chance he got. Loved you even after he knew about your previous life. And when he was bleeding in your arms that cursed night, told you that it wasn’t your fault and told you that he loved you for the last time. You shook your head at the thought, realizing you were mindlessly stroking the place where your band once was and looked the the direction of the bedside table where it was now. You entered the bathroom with a sigh.

Dean was in the library with Sam, researching for another case Sam found on the way back. He cursed when he remembered your promise to clean the impala and how easily you tricked him. He told Sam that you were taking too long and went straight towards your room in a haste, the lore book he was reading still in his hands. Sam didn’t get to say anything before his brother was out of sight.

It was faint but he heard it. “Beautiful” would be an understatement, to be honest. You were singing. He couldn’t believe it. He knows about your past, about your old job, about your late fiance, about the revenge an old vampire whose mate you killed for a case. You told the story to Sam and Dean when you first met them. They got curious about the lounge singer thing but they knew it was a touchy subject so they never pushed. They never heard the story ever again after that.

He knew you’d kick the shit out of him when you catch him listening outside your door but he couldn’t help it. You were singing maybe an acoustic version of Bohemian Rhapsody and he just couldn’t stop listening. At that moment he wondered when and why you started doing it, regretting the moments he missed before he knew about it.

He heard you hum quietly in the car before. Sam was long asleep. Your head was leaning against the window and was humming a song he wasn’t familiar with. Dean would steal glances through the rearview mirror trying to decipher what song it was and look away before you catch him staring.

You’d look at Dean at the driver’s seat to see if he heard you (because that’s the last thing you want) and when you see him focused on the road, you’d be relieved. It was just so beautiful that night, the sky was full of stars and you thought it was perfect for a little song your father used to sing to you when you couldn’t sleep as a child. The hunt went well and you saved more lives than you thought. No demons. No angels. Just the old school monster hunt you guys used to do. You and the brothers safely in the impala just makes you feel at peace even when you know about the monsters that go bump in the night. Humming Somewhere Over The Rainbow is just perfect for you. A little secret you keep from Sam and Dean.

Dean would sit outside your door with his lore book and he’d listen while reading. He’d join you at some of his favorite lines and tried to keep quiet since his gravelly voice was echoing in the halllway but he sang with you. He’d close his eyes and feel at peace while listening. After that, if he knows the song he heard you sing, he’d end up humming it throughout the next day. Sam would tease him about it, give him weird looks and ask him why he was singing that song. You would look at him with a strange face and when you do, he’d stop humming it. You know, to avoid making you and Sam suspicious. A little secret he keeps from you and Sam.

Every time you’d come home from a hunt, he’d patiently wait for you to go to your room to take your long showers. Dean thinks he’s being discreet when he tells Sam that he’ll be in his room if he needs anything but really he’d just sit outside your door. Eyes closed as he listened to the girl with the voice he loved, singing almost all his favorite songs with perfection. Sometimes he swore someone was singing along in the hallway with him and look around but he’d end up shrugging it off, thinking that it was just you singing the song an octave lower and because it also blends with both your voices. He’d bring all sorts of things with him to keep him company while listening. Sometimes it was the lore books he needed to read before starting another case, sometimes it was his guns that he needed cleaning, other times it was nothing, just him, your voice, and the weird voice he’d hear in the hallway which he always forgets to investigate. That was his favorite nights.

The routine changed one night, though. After 2 songs, he decided to carry on and go to the kitchen to cook dinner for the three of you when he heard you singing again. He tensed at the first line, he knows this song all too well. Hey Jude. He sat back down, this time he kept quiet and just listened. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and before he knew it he was asleep. His hand slipped and bumped slightly on you door.

You were drying your hair when you heard it, it was faint but you heard it. You thought Sam was knocking, maybe asking for help researching or your opinion on a particular being. Dean, calling you for dinner or for help cleaning baby. You opened the door and you saw him. Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his feet touching the wall in front of him and you just knew. He was listening to you sing. You didn’t know how long he was there or how long he was doing it. It made you think about the times you heard him hum the song you were previously singing in your room. You were about to wake him up and ask him what the hell he was doing there when something caught your peripheral vision. You saw Sam rounding the corner, offering you a gentle smile. You asked for help with Dean and Sam told you to go to sleep, that he’ll take care of him.

Sam knows though. He first heard you sing the same night Dean had. He heard you hum before in the car when he was pretending to be asleep. He could hear you humming a song he heard before. It was faint but he heard it. There weren’t any words but he now had an idea what your singing voice sounded like and it was mesmerizing. Before he knew it he was dozing off again.

Sam saw the way Dean seemed to be at peace when he first heard you singing and he felt it too. He saw the way Dean sat outside your room, reading the book he carried out the library. The way Dean would join you in some of the lines he liked. Then when he thinks his voice got too loud at a particular part, he’d look around for anyone who might’ve heard him. Sam would cover his mouth to muffle his laughther and walk away. Some nights, Sam would let his brother enjoy the little things, leave him in the hallway to let him listen to you in peace, some nights he’d join the both of you and sing along for a short while, some nights he’d sit in that corner of the hallway with a book like Dean and listen. He’d listen to the two people he loved share a moment of peace, love, and pure innocence. A little secret he keeps from the both of you.

armeleia

Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.

It was faint

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: platonic!Sam x singer!reader x platonic!Dean

Word Count: 1662

Warning: A LITTLE angsty, BUT ALL THE FLUFF AFTER I SWEAR

The secret started last month.

You’d look at Dean at the driver’s seat to see if he heard you (because that’s the last thing you want) and when you see him focused on the road, you’d be relieved. It was just so beautiful that night, the sky was full of stars and you thought it was perfect for a little song your father used to sing to you when you couldn’t sleep as a child. The hunt went well and you saved more lives than you thought. No demons. No angels. Just the old school monster hunt you guys used to do. You and the brothers safely in the impala just makes you feel at peace even when you know about the monsters that go bump in the night. Humming What a Wonderful World is just perfect for you. A little secret you keep from Sam and Dean.

It was Faint

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: platonic!Sam x singer!reader x platonic!Dean

Word Count: 1662

Warning: A LITTLE angsty, BUT ALL THE FLUFF AFTER I SWEAR

A/N: I'm sorry I've been gone for a long time. I'm in the philippines and wifi here is expensive especially because we moved 3 times the past year, we can't properly install wifi because we never stay at the same house. Data is too expensive for me too so I need to limit everything I do with it so I'm really sorry. I've been writing on my phone too because my laptop broke but I didn't stop writing. I swear. So yeah, enjoy this fluffy goodness cause I noticed I haven't written fluff yet lol

The secret started last month.

It was a really messy and gross hunt, you and the brothers were in dying need of a shower. You were never really comfortable taking showers in a rundown hotel after being covered in blood and "other liquids" so you begged Dean to take the long ride to the bunker (after promising him that you'd clean baby spotless when you get there) because you were in dying need of taking a long, hot shower. When you got there you were practically racing towards your bedroom without even glancing behind you, where Sam and Dean were sharing a knowing glance and said "Girls," in unison. Dean's eyes lingered towards your direction just a second longer than his brother.

You never liked hunting. It was fun at times, yes. You get to kill the son's of bitches who makes the world a less desirable place to live in. Most of the time, it's guilt for the lives you didn't get to save. Could you have done it differently? Was there something you missed? Was that all you could've done? You can almost feel the anger coursing through your veins. When a particular case leaves you not being able to talk to anyone for days and you just spend those times drinking everything away with cheap beer and be around even cheaper excuses for human beings at random bars.

You never liked any of it. That's why you tried to give it up. Just when you thought you finally got the infamous "apple pie" life, everything went down the freaking void in a spiral. You got a job as a lounge singer, something you've always wanted to do when you were just a little girl when your father introduced you to his vinyls and cassette tapes. Met a fine lad who's more than happy to give you the world. Told you he loved you every chance he got. Loved you even after he knew about your previous life. And when he was bleeding in your arms that cursed night, told you that it wasn't your fault and told you that he loved you for the last time. You shook your head at the thought, realizing you were mindlessly stroking the place where your band once was and looked the the direction of the bedside table where it was now. You entered the bathroom with a sigh.

Dean was in the library with Sam, researching for another case Sam found on the way back. He cursed when he remembered your promise to clean the impala and how easily you tricked him. He told Sam that you were taking too long and went straight towards your room in a haste, the lore book he was reading still in his hands. Sam didn't get to say anything before his brother was out of sight.

It was faint but he heard it. "Beautiful" would be an understatement, to be honest. You were singing. He couldn't believe it. He knows about your past, about your old job, about your late fiance, about the revenge an old vampire whose mate you killed for a case. You told the story to Sam and Dean when you first met them. They got curious about the lounge singer thing but they knew it was a touchy subject so they never pushed. They never heard the story ever again after that.

He knew you'd kick the shit out of him when you catch him listening outside your door but he couldn't help it. You were singing maybe an acoustic version of Bohemian Rhapsody and he just couldn't stop listening. At that moment he wondered when and why you started doing it, regretting the moments he missed before he knew about it.

He heard you hum quietly in the car before. Sam was long asleep. Your head was leaning against the window and was humming a song he wasn't familiar with. Dean would steal glances through the rearview mirror trying to decipher what song it was and look away before you catch him staring.

You'd look at Dean at the driver's seat to see if he heard you (because that's the last thing you want) and when you see him focused on the road, you'd be relieved. It was just so beautiful that night, the sky was full of stars and you thought it was perfect for a little song your father used to sing to you when you couldn't sleep as a child. The hunt went well and you saved more lives than you thought. No demons. No angels. Just the old school monster hunt you guys used to do. You and the brothers safely in the impala just makes you feel at peace even when you know about the monsters that go bump in the night. Humming Somewhere Over The Rainbow is just perfect for you. A little secret you keep from Sam and Dean.

Dean would sit outside your door with his lore book and he'd listen while reading. He'd join you at some of his favorite lines and tried to keep quiet since his gravelly voice was echoing in the halllway but he sang with you. He'd close his eyes and feel at peace while listening. After that, if he knows the song he heard you sing, he'd end up humming it throughout the next day. Sam would tease him about it, give him weird looks and ask him why he was singing that song. You would look at him with a strange face and when you do, he'd stop humming it. You know, to avoid making you and Sam suspicious. A little secret he keeps from you and Sam.

Every time you'd come home from a hunt, he'd patiently wait for you to go to your room to take your long showers. Dean thinks he's being discreet when he tells Sam that he'll be in his room if he needs anything but really he'd just sit outside your door. Eyes closed as he listened to the girl with the voice he loved, singing almost all his favorite songs with perfection. Sometimes he swore someone was singing along in the hallway with him and look around but he'd end up shrugging it off, thinking that it was just you singing the song an octave lower and because it also blends with both your voices. He'd bring all sorts of things with him to keep him company while listening. Sometimes it was the lore books he needed to read before starting another case, sometimes it was his guns that he needed cleaning, other times it was nothing, just him, your voice, and the weird voice he'd hear in the hallway which he always forgets to investigate. That was his favorite nights.

You were drying your hair when you heard it, it was faint but you heard it. You thought Sam was knocking, maybe asking for help researching or your opinion on a particular being. Dean, calling you for dinner or for help cleaning baby. You opened the door and you saw him. Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his feet touching the wall in front of him and you just knew. He was listening to you sing. You didn't know how long he was there or how long he was doing it. It made you think about the times you heard him hum the song you were previously singing in your room. You were about to wake him up and ask him what the hell he was doing there when something caught your peripheral vision. You saw Sam rounding the corner, offering you a gentle smile. You asked for help with Dean and Sam told you to go to sleep, that he'll take care of him.

Sam knows though. He first heard you sing the same night Dean had. He heard you hum before in the car when he was pretending to be asleep. He could hear you humming a song he heard before. It was faint but he heard it. There weren't any words but he now had an idea what your singing voice sounded like and it was mesmerizing. Before he knew it he was dozing off again.

Sam saw the way Dean seemed to be at peace when he first heard you singing and he felt it too. He saw the way Dean sat outside your room, reading the book he carried out the library. The way Dean would join you in some of the lines he liked. Then when he thinks his voice got too loud at a particular part, he'd look around for anyone who might've heard him. Sam would cover his mouth to muffle his laughther and walk away. Some nights, Sam would let his brother enjoy the little things, leave him in the hallway to let him listen to you in peace, some nights he'd join the both of you and sing along for a short while, some nights he'd sit in that corner of the hallway with a book like Dean and listen. He'd listen to the two people he loved share a moment of peace, love, and pure innocence. A little secret he keeps from the both of you.

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my aesthetic is that feeling old supernatural episodes give you, like

the sound of the impala door (you know what specific sound that is, i know you do)

the lighting in those early episodes, the desaturated but comfortable colors

the early realizations of what monsters were out there, the wonder if something was a case or not

classic rock music playing over shots of dean and sam driving

salt & burn scenes

getting to know dean and sam’s characters for the first time

“wait there’s something like werewolves too? nice”

that first cas scene

y’know, old-school supernatural.

kiaracarreras

edgebug

infinity war seems a lot more unnecessary when you remember that the mcu canonically has two (2) elders of the universe who could literally wipe the floor with thanos. like huge battle, Everything is bad, suddenly the grandmaster and the collector roll up in their party bus techno music blaring and thanos is melted into a puddle instantly

edgebug

“Fuckin sweet” the collector says as he picks up the infinity gauntlet with his bare fucking hands “this is gonna look great above my big screen tv”

“who gives, uh, a shit about some shiny rocks? my trophy twink is here” calls out the grandmaster. he whisks loki away and they disappear in a puff of golden glitter to go play games across the stars

why writing takes forever

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what's the word I want?

writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*

writer: *gets a paragraph done*

writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?

writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn't actually matter*

writer: Wait what's that thing called again?

writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*

writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*

writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*

writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*

writer: should it be "she regards him with disdain" or "she glares at him with disdain" ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)

writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*

writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????

writer: fuck proofreading

writer: okay fine i'll proofread.

writer: holy shit this is awful.

writer: *reworks entire sections*

writer: *doesn't think I'm good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*

writer: repeat process as needed.

Ugh

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PSA: My dash was getting spammed with posts from people I don’t even follow. Seems mobile has yet another “feature” that literally nobody asked for. You can turn it off in Dashboard Preferences.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester #supernatural #jared padalecki #winchester x reader

Couldn’t be kept

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst so much angst ugh guys I’m sorry the song (14 by Silent Sanctuary it’s a tagalog angsty song lol) I listened to while writing was just so sad and I’m sooo sorry lol

Word Count: 772

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It had been a normal day in the bunker, of course “normal” has a different meaning now after all that’s happened.

“Y/n, it’s too dangerous. I’m not letting you go do this hunt alone,” Sam said through gritted teeth. You were packing everything you need in your duffel, ignoring Sam’s booming voice.

You weren’t looking at Sam and focused on packing, which is not really an interesting thing to do but is an effective way not to have eye contact with Sam. You might change your mind if you do.

“I’m gonna let you guys talk,” Dean said walking out the room.

He wanted to chase you but you were already out the door, with the tears that were threatening to fall earlier, streaming down your red cheeks.

Sam remembered everything vividly, like it was only yesterday, as he set fire to the girl he once loved with all his heart.

Couldn’t be kept

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst so much angst ugh guys I’m sorry the song I listened to while writing was just so sad and I’m so sorry lol

Word Count: 772

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It had been a normal day in the bunker, of course “normal” has a different meaning now after all that’s happened.

“Y/n, it’s too dangerous. I’m not letting you go do this hunt alone,” Sam said through gritted teeth. You were packing everything you need in your duffel, ignoring Sam’s booming voice.

You weren’t looking at Sam and focused on packing, which is not really an interesting thing to do but is an effective way not to have eye contact with Sam. You might change your mind if you do.

“I’m gonna let you guys talk,” Dean said walking out the room.

He wanted to chase you but you were already out the door, with the tears that were threatening to fall earlier, streaming down your red cheeks.

Sam remembered everything vividly, like it was only yesterday, as he set fire to the girl he once loved with all his heart.