He drank ole poison whiskey

Indie rp blog for Dean Winchester of SPN Please read rules before interacting Side-blog to BrokenxImagination Written by Aiden since Nov 2016 Mutuals-Only & Highly Selective Multi-ship Multi-verse Mun & Muse 21+

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PSA- Very Important Update

//I quit tumblr rp.

The reasons why can be found in [this post], which is a drunken mess but it spells out everything I wanted to say so… I’m not gonna remove it, re-do it, or proof read it… because I cba to do that last one especially tbh.

The blogs won’t be deleted, they will still be there, just archived I guess. We can still chat and rp on discord, although I still won’t be very active tbh. Life be craycray, yo.

I believe I have all my faves on discord already? But if I don’t then please message me!

[werepires]

There’s too much angst in s15 so I thought I’d give u guys some fluff to change it up for once Also cause I’m weak for slow dancing and general softness

[eternalroommates]

— Iain Thomas (insp.)

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Teen People 1998

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[deitysmuses]

@the-captains-table Wanda and Papa, daughter date.

[petite-madame]

Jensen as a male version of Harley Quinn. I started the art as a joke because I loved Margot Robbie’s “Daddy’s Little Monster” T-shirt in the Suicide Squad trailer, but it turned out better than expected so I finished the artwork this morning. (Photoshop CS6 - Painter 12)

(PS: I’m working on a Bucky Barnes version for my side blog The Life of Bucky Barnes. Posting at the end of the year. Mini- preview HERE)

[tenderblues]

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert”

[harritudur]

i just discovered this wilkinson sword ad, and it is basically #myaesthetic 😘

[versatilememes]

I’m too bi for this ad

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[whiskcydreams]

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[jormorgandr]

favorite characters aesthetics ↪ dean winchester (supernatural) ‘I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices, I choose to go down swingin.’

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fallenangelwings‌:

    “Have you never once considered that is simply the product of a hunter’s life and not your own personal fault?”

There was more fatigue than bite in the angel’s words. Of course trauma and turmoil followed them like animals to a stream, that was just the soil they tilled. Hunting was a brutal job, but Dean did not personally make it so every time he took a step back and breathed.

     “I understand. I was created to protect, it was my only purpose in this universe. And every time I’ve failed to save someone, whether fully powered or helplessly human, it weighs on me. Every. Last. One.”

Jimmy Novak’s body was frighteningly still as the Seraph within chose his words. Castiel could stand in the same pose for weeks and not tire, it took years to unlearn that rigidity the humans found so unnatural. But in moments like these, with just the people he knew and love, that conscious display of humanity could lapse without judgement. That chiseled face rose only a fraction when it chose to speak again.

     “I carry their loss. But their deaths were not a result of my happiness. People get hurt because we live in a world of wicked things. Those things are not born when you smile.”

“I know that!”

Dean shouted and banged his hands on the table, his nails digging in to the wood. His shoulders were so tense and hunched over, they were almost up to his ears. A growl built up in his throat, quickly increasing in volume, until he hit the table a second time. 

“But-! Dammit! I can do better! I have to! I have to do everything I can, or else what’s the point?! I was meant to protect you all! That’s my job! And if I can’t even do that, then-...!” Dean’s heated gaze flashed up to meet Castiel’s eyes, revealing the redness surrounding green pupils, and the water that teetered on the edge of spilling over. “I can’t lose anyone else, Cas. I can’t. I just-...”

Dean’s voice cracked and broke, and tears started to fall. 

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"please me" | fallenangelwings 👀👀👀

Send me, “Please me” for a sexual starter between our muses.

@fallenangelwings

It was all said and done. Exhausting, for everyone involved in the ceremony, even more so after the incredibly party afterwards. But finally, it winded down, and they said their goodbyes and good-nights. Their newly created nephilim baby, Clementine, was laying peacefully asleep in one of the many other rooms in the bunker. 

The two men, now fathers, laughed softly, trying not to wake anyone as they stumbled their way into their shared bedroom. Giddy from the celebrations, and more than a little tipsy, they locked the door and fell onto the bed in a giggling mass of tangled limbs. 

“We did it…” Dean breathed, with the brightest smile, bright red cheeks, and a  sparkle in his eyes. “God, it was so embarrassing to do it in front of everyone we know. It was like they were watching us have sex, or something, but…! We did it! And she’s beautiful! Oh God, Cas, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on!”.

Overcome with emotion, Dean laid a hand on Castiel’s cheek, guiding his face so he could lean in and give his angel a passionate and heartfelt kiss. “I’m so glad we did this. I love you”.

[dude-on-demande]

Zander Hodgson

[poisonwhiskey-archive]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

@thekingsparty

Manhandling symbol starters

Okay, so he wasn’t really paying attention, and it might have been obvious. But Dean didn’t appreciate being grabbed like that, especially in public. Sure enough, they attracted the eyes of curious individuals, who were wondering what was going on between the two men. It made him shift from one foot to the other, heat rising to his face as he felt multiple gazes on him. 

He only allowed it for a few more seconds before he slapped Crowley’s hand away. “I… You… don’t…!” Dean spluttered, obviously affected by the whole experience. “Don’t do that!”

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@fallenangelwings continued from [HERE]

The look on Dean’s face was almost unreadable, as gentle fingers barely brushed against the discoloured mark on Castiel’s back, and again on his chest, when the angel turned around. His expression was still, and carefully masked, but he couldn’t hide the sadness behind his eyes. 

It seemed as though he was dwelling in his own thoughts, for he was silent, and his movements were almost instinctual, and numb. It hurt to remember what it was like. To see the angel, pale and lifeless, on the kitchen table. To cremate his best friend and say goodbye, for what he thought was the last time. The anger boiling his blood. The lashing out at whatever would break under his fists. The emptiness. Feeling as though life just wasn’t worth living anymore. 

A sudden inhale, and Dean shook himself out of his stupor, his hands dropping to his sides. As though it never happened.

“... Does anything need patching up?”.

[rpxmusings]

         “  you look just like your mother.  ”                                                                          i guess i do carry her tenderness well         “  you both have the same eyes.  ”                                                                          because we are both exhausted         “  and the hands.  ”                                                                          we share the same wilting fingers         “ but that rage.           your mother doesn’t wear that rage.  ”                                                                          you’re right.                                                                          this rage is the one thing                                                                          i get from my father.