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[allfathers]

So what’s it all add up to? It’s hard to say. But me, I’d say this was a test for Sam and Dean, and I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself. They made their own choice. They chose family. And, well, isn’t that kind of the whole point?

[deanwinchesters]

how am i going to say goodbye to dean winchester? i can’t even put into words how much he means to me. this is a character that i have loved for years. a character that is so strong, filled with love, brave, funny, makes mistakes, and is so…human. the firewall between light and darkness. his complexity always amazed me. there will never be another character like him. thank you jensen for bringing dean to life and caring about our boy for 15 years ❤️

[kylos]

2x04, “Pick Your Poison” GOOD GIRLS (2018—)

[kylos]

2x04, “Pick Your Poison” GOOD GIRLS (2018—)

[an-established-butt-dent]

Modern AU where Clarke isn’t a morning person, but Bellamy learns to live with it (and makes her the best coffee).

[shewritcs-blog]

bonfierhearts‌:

        HE’D FROZEN,  UNCOMFORTABLE,  WHEN THE GIRL HUGGED ON TO HIM but he tried to keep up with the rest of the conversation,  forcing his shoulders back down and trying very hard to swallow the immediate anxiousness that had balled up in his chest.  it wasn’t her fault,  she’s not the one who broke into his house and grabbed him and his family.   he’d feel guilty about it later,  but her tears distracted him enough from the discomfort in his shoulderblades that he could  …  talk.

❛ hey,  don’t cry.  i mean  ー  i am finn.  finn collins. ❜   just maybe not the right one.  except there was the finn from star wars and the guy who played the one guy on game of thrones,  but he wasn’t either of them … either.   weird,  how she knew his name before he’d told it.   maybe one of harper’s friends though.  she seemed to be friends with half of campus.

he cleared his throat.   yeah,  she definitely needed an urgent care or something.  the ‘why’ wasn’t his business,  but finn was becoming more sure of that thought the more time passed.   ❛ fairfax,  virginia technically,  but dc is like,  half an hour away. we’re near the university. ❜  he pointed helpfully over his shoulder.  ❛ are you  ー  sure you don’t need a ride somewhere?  like… a hospital?  i’ve got my bike…    map of the train or the bus or the roads or  ー ?   i can pull up google maps… ❜

he took his phone from his pocket and tapped on the screen a few times,  turning the device sideways to show her the display.  the phone vibrated slightly with a  ding!  ding!  and finn bent in a little to see what it was:  a text from monty that the apartment management had finally gotten another recycling bin.  ❛ that’s just one of my roommates,  it’s not important. 

❛ ー whats your name? ❜

    she had the wrong guy -- he wasn’t finn, he wasn’t her finn and it broke her heart in that moment to know that she was standing there in the presence of someone she once knew. was this world meant to be cruel? taunting her? nagging her? or was this a new hell? she didn’t know where bellamy had gone off too, or echo or even the rest, but her thought was to head back. yet she remained rooted there, listening to him trying to calm her. 

she must have given away her teary eyes and she hated herself for it. if anything, she could always shrug this off as a misunderstanding -- because it was a misunderstanding. he wasn’t her finn. not the boy she killed; thanks, princess and suddenly her mind seared into that moment, that one memory when she pushed the blade into his heart. he had accepted his fate and she was the one to give it to him. how could she not cry when the ghost of her past was standing there right in front of her?

       “university -- right. “ schools didn’t exist from her time, no, they were wiped out, so to know that an actual university existed had caught her interest. then again, many things had caught her interest, even as he pulled out his phone. clarke had only read about these gadgets and technology and she found it ironic that the world would go back to using the items they once used so long ago. 

                                    ------but this wasn’t the world she knew of.

at the mention of hospital, clarke looked at him, brows furrowed at first. of course he’d ask if he could take her to the hospital, she looked like a wreck. “no, no i’m fine. i think i just had something strong last night. i just needed a map to make sure i don’t lose my way around here.”

she wasn’t making much sense and she knew it, but she had to try and play this off. when her eyes went back to the male’s screen again, she recognized the name right away and her heart ached. “monty greene?” she asked as she looked back at finn. “i- i know him, do you think you can take me to him?’ 

she wanted to know if this world was real. monty may not know her, but she wanted to look at him, one last time. “d-do you by any chance know..” clarke hesitated. if he said yes, would it be the right thing to pursue it? “--um, lexa?” she asked. how was she supposed to ask of lexa kon trikru when this world had nothing to do with the world she had come from? 

          “i’d give you a last name, but i’m not sure i know it.” 

[shewritcs-blog]

—so work is back in session. My replies will be super slow but I know I owe replies!! Give me until the weekend to catch up with them.

Just a reminder that all of you are amazing!

[winterswake]

[thesxmmersword]

I am the worst sucker for reincarnated loves like I am the WORST TRASH FOR THAT SHIT

That thing where they first meet again and that expression of confusion bc ‘I know them’

and then they struggle with getting closer for no damn reason but just?? t h e m

And tHEN THEY GET FLASHBACKS OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS THAT TORE THEM APART IN A PREVIOUS LIFE

Or one of them does and they have to stare into that other person’s face every morning knowing they’ll never understand how much they love them

pUNCH ME IN THE FACE AND GIVE ME REINCARNATED SHIP AU’S!!

[shewritcs-blog]

         oh the excitement nora felt in this moment couldn’t even be transcribed into words. she stood in front of supergirl -- the supergirl who she had only read about. after a mission gone wrong, they had landed on a different earth -- something nora was still trying to get used to, but she was glad that she was here. even if it did mean traveling back in time and probably screwing up the timeline along the way as she did so.

“you’re amazing, i’ve only read the stories about you and dad, but to see you in person--” she couldn’t help contain the excitement she felt. alright, she was a huge fan, plus the woman was cute, could you blame the speedster to geek out like this? “-- this is so great. hi, i’m nora, and to be honest, pictures do not do you justice at all.” she could feel herself rambling in that moment and she had to remind herself to stop and to calm down. 

“--hi, i’m nora.” she repeated instead, cheeks turning a bright red at such stupidity. -- @maraonlaidre

[shewritcs-blog]

speedoflxght‌:

          // S // avitar       allowed so       much grief,       &     burden  to       fill the      creases of      his        soul.      /  /         oftentimes, he      really     wished that     he      could   be     a    god.        speeding    through the     multiverse,     without a      tether to      anyone.      with    the     ability to      severe his     ties to     any         &      all      hindering     emotions.      while       barry was       holding the      love of     their    life,      tucked,    warm,     safe,     into the        crevice of    his     arm,     savitar     could     feel    caitlin     closing      off.        /    /       rather than        leaning in,       offering,    gentle,      loving     kisses      -       she     was     hiding    her      bareness.       seeking    the   scattered      remains of     her     clothes      to     leave him.       sudden     shock-waves    of    change     assaulted his     senses.       /    /       residual       terror      of being     abandoned    in the     dark,        crept right    in to       grip him.          the      invisible     latches of      the    chain-links      tightened       around     his     heart.       savitar,      was    irrevocable      darkness.        deprived of     all   light,    destined to       reside in         the        shadows.         -      in    the    things he      feared    most.

           // I // t was     in    savitar’s       unflinching      nature to        break     people.        /   /       to  crack    open     like a     walnut,      the innermost          hell       in      other    peoples     minds.       already     though,      the     sweat-warmed     sheets       were    turning    cool.       the     absence    of her     warmth,     igniting a      fiery    burn   in his     belly.         that    soon    became a      hollow    ache of      longing.       /  /        so     fondly    he     recalled     barry’s   memories of        holding   iris.       basking    in the      afterglow of      their    love making.       tangled     in    comfort,      &     nakedness.       the     mere memory      made him      further     despise his     own       creation.          the    comfort   diminished      while the       vulnerability      he    retained       screamed out       from his        overwhelmingly      tortured     aura.      /  /           he    noticeably      flinched     as     she      referred      to herself      as not     being     ‘her’        -    iris.         no.       she     certainly     wasn’t    iris.       caitlin’s     words     did not    match her     actions.        stating    she    did      not    regret their      impassioned      weaknesses,      while     dressing    in    record   time.           (      for a      non   -    speedster     )        so that      she might     escape    his      prescence.       ❝       i     do not        regret you,       caitlin.         i     regret that     i      am not     enough       to     make you,         or     anyone   else        happy.          ❞         /   /        the    sick   tugging    ache     returned    to his     belly.     twitsting him      into   merciless    knots    inside.         savitar     knew   he   could not       eat tomorrow.       it     would     only     be    vomited     back up.          /   /           ❝      i     regret,      above    all else,       that      i can    never     be    him.       ❞        flicking     closed his     eyelids      he    viewed his     counterpart.       could    almost    feel his     joy.      his     light     aura.        &     iris.      he     could    almost    feel     as      though    he    was     worth     that   afterglow.       that   loving   affectionate     touch.      her   naked     warmth     pressed    so   near.       not    bothering    to hide        the     nudity,      because    she    loved him.        tapping   into     the     connection     only    made his    tears    come   faster.        -      snot    thicker,       in his    nasal    passage.        /   /             ❝       she    holds   him.      after     …      he    feels       so    safe   …     so    loved    …           he      is    never      alone.         just     like   mom      held   him        …       when he     was    scared.      when he      couldn’t        sleep.          i      can     never     sleep.           ❞        the    only thing    savitar        could      hold     when he     was     afraid,       was    the    childhood    book,     tucked    safely     under his    mattress.         /   /       cold,     hard     cardboard.       his     only       security   blanket.           ❝      i’m     sorry     too.         ❞        savitar    reopened       his    eyes.         &     the    bitter cold,      loneliness     returned.       suddenly      feeling     so       exposed,          he      drew up     the    covers.         concealing his      form    from her   wandering    eyes.       turning his    back      to her.        -     he     could     not bear     to watch her      leave.

          if she could only feel what he was feeling now, perhaps caitlin would not have turned her own back against him. emotions were getting the best of both of them, that or their lack of communication -- at least that’s what killer frost was trying to tell her. caitlin struggled to keep her own emotions in check and the fear of breaking down in front of him was growing stronger. caitlin never, in her mind would have thought that she’d feel this way, not after ronnie’s death. or after jay; god, jay had destroyed her completely and julian -- he wasn’t really into her either because he had left. now him -- savitar-- the only man she was trying to understand was shutting her out. regretting this; so yes, she was afraid of crying in this moment. to feel vulnerable, which is why she had asked killer frost to help her. to take over from here; because if anyone enjoyed walking out, looking like a wreck, it would be her.

in an instant, her skin iced as her alter ego took place, turning her brunette hair completely white. her lips blue, her skin paler than usual. and even as she’s turned, she doesn’t need to make herself known because they both know that caitlin was not here. so while she listened to him talk -- more so about iris and barry she could only roll her eyes. she understood why savitar was the way he was, but did killer frost particularly care? no. her concern was caitlin and to protect her; 

          “ya know, it would have been nice for caity to hear those words -- but you cashed in late.” and as she spoke, she stood up, she raised her arms, stretching. the blouse barely covered her bare behind as she did so and a soft moan escaped her lips. “damn, you did her good, even i can feel it.” she added before turning back to face him. “here’s the thing, savitar -- what caity’s feeling at the moment is that you don’t want her.  especially since you’re not even looking at her -- or in this case me.” she gestured towards his back which he had turned to her. “caity’s been through a lot, and i gotta know, are you in it for her or just for your own selfish reasons?” 

there wasn’t just a part of her that was protective or worried about caitlin, her entire being into existence was to protect caitlin. even if it meant keeping her away from savitar, or giving her a pep talk when they were on their own. “she’ll break. i can’t have that, not again. jay destroyed her and a part of her has always had this fear that she refuses to face. so if you want caitlin, tell her, or let us go, and don’t contact her again.” she couldn’t do it, she refused to watch caitlin get involved with someone who didn’t give a rat’s ass about her.

[shewritcs-blog]

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           spreading       heat     surged up the     length of    barry’s    spine.         /  /          pattering    heartbeats            thick         in the         pound of     his    eardrums.        need     resounding     to every    nerve;      every atom        inside    barry.       what      he    would not         give to      have    known    upfront of     her      virtue.          this   night might   have           been infused with      love,       &      not    need.         hot.          sparing   breaths     met the     sanctity of        nora’s   skin.            /  /            nudging         her neck    with        soft,     complacent    kisses.         he   made a       thrust.        wet,   sloshing   heat     spiraled    off of    their    clandestine      forms.         huddled in       sin.      draped     devilishly    on       couch     cushions,      he      connected    their   lips.         /  /          passion       transfused       her        aura.       flooding         the air,           &           her      frame.       barry      felt the     unwavering    connection they       strive       to hold     in    their    grasp.        memories      transcribed     into his        psyche,       pulsing   just behind    his    eyes.       -      the   nights    previous    where      searching   fingers     rubbed     her   pearl.         /   /             images    from the           dream that    invaded his      mind,     moments     ago.       however,       the   confirmation from       plush   lips that      he     had     inflicted no     lasting harm,    gave barry     the final      push he   needed;      to           let        go.

         perfect,     was not a      word often        expressed   with    regards to a      first time.      however,      barry    felt    in-depth          boastfulness        invading his       thoughts.         /  /        providing a    push      &      pull    motion    with every     pass to    come.        barry    guided her        nearer     to  a      release.      -       to    pleasant      explosions.           needy,        impatient     hands    searched for      her   most       responsive    spots.        /  /        always    returning    to that     elusive    pearl         of her     slit.            ❝       good.     i never    want to    hurt you.        ❞         gentle,      meaningful      words       responded to hers.      

          he hadn’t stopped this, despite knowing that he was her first, and nora wasn’t sure if she should thank him now, or later. instead she bit down on his lower lip slightly, to refrain from moaning aloud and creating chaos. his lips were soft against her own, and she feared of biting them too hard, making him bleed. of course, they were speedsters, they healed much faster than the normal rate, but she was still afraid to break him which would be seen. however, the needy side of her wanted to mark him, claim him as her own even though that was not possible. 

“oh dad “ she let a moan escape against his lips anyway, despite not wanting to, but his thrusts, as slow and as gentle as they were, were driving her crazy. that pain she had felt earlier had become more increasingly pleasurable and she didn’t think that was even possible until now. as he continued with his kisses, and his words, and his thrusts, she could feel the tension building within her. 

          her own hold against him tightened, her nails digging into his bare shoulders as she came undone. he’d never hurt her -- and those words resonated in her mind. he’d never hurt her; and it gave her the possibility that maybe there could be a future for them as twisted as it was. she bit back her moans by attaching her lips against his once more. her walls clenching around him as she came undone; her teeth had a firm grin against his lower lip, but she couldn’t stop herself from doing so.

no, instead she bit harder as she came hard against him, only to loosen her grip on him once she had hit her high. she let go of his lips, her breathing ragged against his own lips. “that was the best.” she added quietly; only to remember that they may have made a mess on the couch. at least on her end, after he tore through her, she must have bled a little. a part of her had hoped not and while she did not want to move, she needed to get things clean. 

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/   /.   x  starter for;  @shewritcs /   /

        barry’s     days were       dark.      coated       in     empty    loss.            /  /            hollow       scourges      brimmed          his      soul.          no    light could      prevail in      this     ever blossoming     darkness.       warm,      fleshy     memories     haunted             the       tortured        crevices       of     his     brain.        cold-lipped       kisses        once    brushed        his   lips.      /  /       ebony     skin     had     even        been         just      within     his     grip.       calloused,       bony   fingertips        skimmed the      dog-eared    edges of      a    shimmering    photograph.         a     glimpse of       a     past,      that   dwindled    further       &       further     from     barry’s     reach.        /  /        somehow,       amidst the       every day       shadow of       faltering,      replayed     recollections         -       he     had    forgotten       her    laugh.        barry      could     no     longer     recall the      resounding      echos    of      laughter      that     filled     homey             edges of        their       apartment.        so     many    years had     passed.      gripping tight       to      the        sensitively      beating    heart.        -        why       could    he     not have        ran     faster        ?       one      moment     ruptured         the       coarse of       his      entire      existence.        &       barry      was      useless.

           long      worn      tears       streamed     from   pools in his        rims.       /  /        roughly,       barry    dragged the       edges of    his    tongue    to   brim    chapped     lips.      light      pads of       footfalls      came   nearer.       glimpsing      movement       out of    the   corner of   his    eye,           barry    relinquished     a      groan of      annoyance.          /  /              ❝       how    many    times must    i      tell you    not to         come back    here,      cisco    -         ❞         the    words died    on       his       lips.        years of      wallowing.        unable    to    sleep.      cut off      from      everyone     else,      had     led to    this.       the     spitting   image of    iris     before   him.       soft,    inviting     warmth    illuminated     his    skin.       the   twisting of      barry’s    aura    with hers.        on   sight,     he    sped to     her.     the   picture     forgotten.        thumb     tracing    soft   skin.     dragging    over her    neck.      chest.      cheek.       -     everywhere.       hollowed      disbelief      skirting the     backs of        broken   optics.     without     questioning      the   validity of     what he     was     seeing.         /  /            -      he   kissed her.      warm.   hot.    need    rushed in.      filling      his   belly with    the    roar of        lust.      lips     seeking dominance       with    hers. 

[shewritcs-blog]

          she didn’t know what year she was in, or how she had gotten there; nora had done something wrong. she either screwed up another time line or she was trapped in a different one entirely, but she didn’t know who to look for. no, she needed to get back to twenty-eighteen. to help her father, to make sure she saved him; but this didn’t feel like the year she needed to get to, and as the hues came into focus, she suddenly felt cold. it was dark; and the only light that illuminated was from the lights down the familiar hall. everything was so much more dreary, and dull. this was s.t.a.r. labs, but it wasn’t the place she was so accustomed to. 

that’s when she saw him and her mouth dropped open in surprise. dad-- it was a thought, a questioning one. was it truly him? he had heard her and proceeded to calling her cisco, which is why as she took slow steps closer, she could see that something was very wrong in this timeline.

          before she had the chance to say anything, he was at her side within a second, and the next thing she knew, his lips were against her own. her eyes widened at the sudden realization that her own father was kissing her, but she didn’t know why. she didn’t understand why; there was just this sadness she could feel coming off of him, which is why she didn’t push him back. she didn’t pull away either; 

instead, she closed her eyes and kissed him back, but she was hesitant. much too hesitant; especially when she was just as clueless. She wanted to ask, to speak to him about this, but it couldn’t be done. not yet anyway;

[fernandabarrera]

Oscar Isaac as Santiago “Pope” Garcia in Triple Frontier (2019).

[mercyburned-a]

@shewritcs wanted finn !

        HE’S LIVED IN DC FOR ALMOST FOUR YEARS NOW,  but finn’s group of friends is still somewhat … small.   oh,  he’s got his roommates monty and jasper,  and their girlfriends harper and maya.  he’s kind of friends with murphy from the bar.  of course,  finn talks to his ex-girlfriend raven every day,  multiple times per day,  probably more than anyone else.         ( he never really wanted to break up  -  but they got accepted to different colleges,  in different parts of the country,  and long distance had been harder than they’d thought.  it would be a thousand times worse,  though,  finn was sure,  if they’d stopped being friends.  they’d grown up together since they were six years old  -  you can’t just drop that sort of bond. ) 

but  -  what’s making him suddenly think of everyone he’s close with,  is the ragged-looking blonde girl who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere,  shouting his name like she knows him.  finn’s not sure how to respond.  she looks like hell,  and he’s half-wondering if he should go get his bike and get her to some kind of urgent care nearby.  they’re near the college  ;  there’s got to be one.

❛ i  ー uh,  i’m sorry,  but uh… ❜  there’s a pause.  finn’s a helper,  but this is just weird,  even for him.  ❛  i don’t … think … we’ve met.  unless we have class together.  in which case,  sorry again. ❜   how could he remember every classmate,  though?  there were hundreds of them since freshman year.   ❛ d’you…  need a ride somewhere? ❜

[shewritcs-blog]

          this was their new home now; so it seemed. the rest were still on the ship, still in cryo-- unaware of their reality. then again, it was still resonating in clarke’s mind of the reality. they had decided to ‘split up’ which was quite honestly the worst idea anyone could ever think of, but at the same time she wanted an outlet. 

her friends -- monty and harper hadn’t made it. they had outlived their lives, and kept them in cryo to start new. it felt -- weird. she still felt the same, even though she was well over a hundred years old. her body still felt the same-- light headed yes, but that may be because of the lack of food and the long long time she had been asleep. she was some place new, some place too public. there were stares her way and she had to remind herself to keep her head down. she wasn’t -- dressed like many around there, or more so, she wasn’t clean. her clothes were torn or ragged, messy with either dirt or blood -- who knew at this point, but she was being stared at.

                                    -------and she hated it.

         that’s when she saw a familiar face; her heart raced in her chest when she recognized the man. he was-- finn. he was alive? “FINN!” she calls out instantly before her pace fastened. before she knew it, she was running towards the other without a second thought and embarrassingly so, she even wrapped her arms around the man to pull him in for a hug. “Finn!” “-- It’s you.” she had killed him and she could remember that so clearly. she could feel that moment just then, which only caused her to pull away. confusion set in -- “ but-- “ 

he hadn’t recognized her. she was a complete stranger to him and that only made her take a step back. her cheeks tinted red at the embarrassing outburst followed by the hug. “i-i- i’m sorry.” she stuttered. tears were welling up in her eyes, and she had to look away. the feelings, the emotions were coming back and she realized she needed to leave. 

          “ no, that’s okay. i just -- i’m sorry. i thought you were someone else.” but her gaze remained focused on him. his eyes, his hair, the same height. how was this possible? “where exactly am i? I mean, is there any place i can grab a map?” a map would help. it should help; she can take a map back to the others. that is after she finds out where their exact location is.

[endangered-justice-seeker]

I don’t know the terrorist’s name. Nor do I care to know it. Im keen on knowing the names, remembering the stories and celebrating the lives of the victims.  

[shewritcs-blog]

--my goal was to work on replies/starters, but i’ve been so tired. i’ll have to work on them tomorrow. i owe the following a starter :

@bonfierhearts and @maraonlaidre

I owe the following replies: 

@speedoflxght -2. 

I will get to them soon.