Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.14
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Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.14
I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.
have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.
Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.
Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.
Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.
It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.
How to make “(y/n)” into your actual name on websites
Ok so I’m not sure if everyone else already knew this and I’m just late to the party or something, but there’s a Google Chrome extension Word Replacer II that lets you set text replacements so specified strings of text on any website you visit will be automatically replaced, which is AWESOME for readers of “character x reader” fics because it lets you read this:
as this:
except with your actual name instead of (Y/N)/Jackrrabbit.
Here’s how to do it:
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Since I can't get @staff to unlabel my current blog as "explicit" then I'll just create a new one. Going to be going through and trying to get the more important content where I can transfer it over before deleting it here 😉
I'll post another update with the link later this week. I am so sorry I've been almost invisible since the ban, but I literally can't post more content. I can't even update my avatar or heading. 🙄
tomorrow
Always reblog NSYNC the day before May
Queueing this for next year
Since it’s already midnight here.
Every single year! Always reblog!
NSFW ban fail
Reblog if you’re still seeing porn bots despite the NSFW ban. I’m still seeing them. Plenty of legitimate followers seem to be blocked from my feed, however.
Keep getting follows from them too 😑🤦
Sadly, I have had to take a break from writing for a short time. It's family time and I'm way behind on my 12 Days of Christmas challenge. If I'm able to finish before New year's Eve I'll post a master list and the drabbles, but I have removed myself for now in case I don't finish. Happy holidays and Merry Yuletide to all ❤️🎄
On the way to see lights #christmaslights #christmasmemories #familytime #makeuponpoint #muotd #prettymomma #greeneyes #slayallday #maroonismycolor #feelingmyself #selfie https://www.instagram.com/p/BrwpzYgA-SyZm_8c2F9Qqs9XWS93xJzM_hxvH40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1snz0ya4z2xog
Tumblr has a new "feedback" option. Think they're going to regret it? 😂🤷
I'm a trash human
I'm working on my 12 Days of Christmas challenge entries, but I'll probably cluster post tomorrow, and then queue the remaining drabbles.
Countdown in 5 minutes!
It's 10:28 here, but I will be participating in this.
My day 4 entry for 12 Days of Christmas will be late!
Light Me Up
Day 3 of Kari and Ida's 12 Days of Christmas ❤️ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Christmas lights drabble.
Word Count-503
“Hey, do we have another box of the multi color lights anywhere?” Dean was yelling from the storage room where he was currently buried beneath a pile of wreaths, giant ribbon bows, and what looked like tinsel. You had just walked in to see what he was getting up to and the sight before you sent you into a fit of giggles.
“What the hell,” you gasped out, “are you doing Dean Winchester?!” His arms were thrown into the air dramatically in a gesture that said ‘What does it look like’ and he turned around to continue his digging before speaking.
“I'm trying to find the lights. We have all this Christmas junk, and Sam is on my ass about decorating before he has Jody and Donna here. I said I'd do the lights, he can deal with the flouncy shit.” To emphasize what he meant he tossed a small bundle of silver tinsel towards you. A snort escaped you, and once again you were giggling uncontrollably. Your arms wrapped around your middle and you doubled over as Dean looked at you in exasperation. “You could help, ya know. Or just laugh at my pain,” he added with an eye roll.
“Okay, okay! I'll start on this side, we can work towards the middle, deal?” He humphed in answer, then continued his search. You began to sort through the various boxes of decorations. Ribbons, garland, boughs of mistletoe and holly a plenty were found; yet the lights were still missing after hunting for an hour. An exclamation from Dean's side of the room startled you, distracting you from the excuses you were thinking of to give up on the search.
“Found ‘em!” Dean shouted in victory. “Damn things were buried under the tree we haven't set up yet!” His eyes shone with success, and his joyful grin was contagious.
“Well, I'm glad they finally got unburied,” you said with a smile.
“I was so close to saying screw it and going to buy new ones.” You both laughed and made your way out of the room. Dean absentmindedly fussed about the tangles he would be undoing and where he was going to have anchors to hang the lights from. It took less time than you both thought to get the lights straightened out and attach them to bookshelves, railings, any surface they could hang from. Dean looked at the finished product and smiled proudly.
“We did good,” you whispered as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“Yeah. Thank you, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Now, let's go clean up. I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine?” He emphasised his meaning with a waggle of his eyebrows, then chased you down the hallway. You finally let him catch you as you skidded to a stop in the shower room. Hurried kisses and thrown clothes assured you that things would get much dirtier before either of you felt like getting cleaned up.
The Perfect Tree
This is for Kari and Ida's 12 Days of Christmas- Day 2!
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Word Count- 414
Finding the tree
Scents of evergreen and cinnamon assaulted your nostrils. You and - walked hand in hand down countless rows of pine and fir trees. You were determined to find the perfect tree this year.
“Hey, we've been out here for over an hour. I can't feel my face anymore!” Your boyfriend's complaining hadn't eased up since he'd started fifteen minutes ago, but to be fair you were trudging through four inches of snow with more falling softly around you. Both of you clutched hot coffees in numb fingers. “I'm freaking freezing! C'mon y/n, just pick a tree.”
“No,” you answered mulishly, “I want it to be perfect! We finally have a place to call ours and really decorate like a family. Sam and I are overruling you, we're going to have a good Christmas.” Dean huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes dramatically. A smile lifted the corners of your mouth. He was adorable all cranky and huffy- not that you would ever say that out loud. You reached over and laced your fingers with his. His face softened and he leaned in to give you a quick kiss.
“Alright. Try to hurry it up, though.”
Another half hour passed before a tree caught your eye. It was full, healthy, and a beautiful green. You couldn't find any brown patches or empty boughs as you circled slowly to inspect it.
“This one!” you shouted triumphantly. Dean muttered something under his breath about it taking long enough, but you were too happy to care. Dean stood beside you with one arm around your waist and watched the workers get the tree wrapped up and loaded onto an SUV Jody had let you borrow. He had vehemently objected to having a tree strapped onto Baby's roof and scratching the paint.
“You happy?” Dean asked softly, placing a gentle kiss to your hair.
“Very,” you smiled.
“Good. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
“I love you, dork.” He chuckled and turned you fully into his embrace.
“Love you more. Now, you owe me fresh coffee or hot chocolate, or whatever to warm up my frozen hands. He punctuated his complaint by sneaking fingers that felt like ice cubes into the back of your shirt, laughing at the startled squeal you let out.
The night ended with a quick play chase to a vendor truck for lattes, and decorating the most beautiful tree you had ever seen with the man you loved and the rest of your rag tag family.
Baking Mishaps
Day 1: Baking for Christmas
Word Count- 400
A/N- This is my first day of Kari and Ida's 12 Days of Christmas! All my entries are little drabbles and snippets of a Dean x Reader relationship. Enjoy!
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Frazzled, and covered in flour, you watched as smoke unfurled from the open oven door. Yet again, you had managed to blacken a dessert by forgetting to set the timer. You could feel the tears welling up, frustration finally getting the better of you. It only took a few sniffles before you gave in and let the sobbing start. After six attempts to bake your boyfriend's favorite treat had failed you were feeling just a little overwhelmed.
Just then, Dean walked in. His eyes roamed across the chaos before him- smoke was still pouring out of the oven, you were crumpled in the floor with tears streaked through the flour on your face, and burnt remnants of six apple pies were peeking out of the trash. You lifted your watery gaze to meet his and the smoke alarm began to ring. Crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, lips splitting into the biggest grin you'd seen in some time, before he doubled over into a genuine belly laugh. Dean's mirth was contagious and soon enough you were giggling through the tears.
“Come here,” he said gently after the chuckles had eased up enough for him to form words. His warm palm wrapped around your hand and he pulled you up into his arms. Your head tucked perfectly into the crook of his neck.
“I'm sorry, Dean,” you sniffled.
His chest rumbled with his amusement before he replied.
“Hey, so you're a shit baker, who cares? I can live with buying pie if it means I get you.” A kiss was pressed into your hair. When you faced him again his eyes crinkled up again, the laugh lines highlighting that beautiful green gaze full of love. You huffed a bit at his joking, but couldn't fight the grin spreading across your face.
“Ok, then let's go buy some pies and make them look homemade. Sam invited Jody and Donna over for a holiday dinner, volunteering me for dessert.”
“Let's go! But we're buying extra whipped cream,” he added with a wink. Dean grabbed his keys and headed to the garage. Who really needed to know that you bought the food, anyway? Smirking, you grabbed the trash full of charred crusts and made your way to throw out all the evidence. It could be yours and Dean's little secret.