sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
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sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
just saw a deactivated mutual's post on my dash. that's my dead wife's corpse you're all dragging around
I also reblog this guys dead wife.
Happy pride to those 5 seconds where Charlie Swan thought Jacob was coming out to him in the most insane way possible
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I had this idea to draw Castiel as the Lucifer Statue.
Dean needing Cas
Season 11 sneak peek.
9x22 - Stairway to Heaven Clip
There’s 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.
It’s 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 they’re 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 can’t 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 lover—taken 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
Didn’t 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.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shovel asked, pushing dirt aside.
The lamp look wistfully at the horizon. “Yes” 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.
“I’d like to sell my soul for my lover,” the lamp sternly said.
The demon looked down to where the lamp sat on the ground.
“You…can’t sell your soul.”
“Please!” The lamp begged. “My first born. Anything!”
The demon shuffled awkwardly. He had seen a lot of weird things in his time in hell, but never this. He didn’t get paid enough for this.
“Sorry cupcake.” And he disappeared with a snap of his fingers.
“Damn it!” the lamp shouted towards the heavens. “Damn it,” he muttered, softer.
“Oh dear…” Shovel said. “I know that look.”
“I’m going to hell myself.” Lamp said. “I’m going to save him.”
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. “Please. You had an eternity together, just let him go.” Shovel begged of his friend.
“An eternity.” Lamp muttered under his breath. “It doesn’t feel like it. We knew each other since we were made together as a set. But it hasn’t been near an eternity.” Lamp’s light suddenly turned on as he came to an epiphany. Shovel’s heart filled with dread as he realized what his friend planned to do.
“Come on. We have to get back home.” 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 Lamp’s own doing, or by the hands of the slightly shorter angry human who’d 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.
“Dean!” The man yelled.
What the hell is a Dean, Shovel thought.
Dean came running into the room, gun in hand. “What?” he said.
“Dean. I just fixed this lamp here.” 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.
“That’s great, Sam, but why the need to yell?” Dean huffed.
Sam rolled his eyes, and then pointed at the floor where another lamp lay shattered. “Dean. You have got to stop breaking the furniture!”
“I didn’t do this,” 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.
“Oh really. So the lamp just threw itself off the table?”
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 “Hello!” He looked guiltily over at Other Lamp.
“Hi.”
Other Lamp frowned slightly at Shovel’s tone, but otherwise didn’t respond to it. “I wasn’t expecting to be fixed, I thought it would all be over. But the tall one mended me.” He explained.
“That’s… It’s good. Er, it’s good to have you back.” Shovel shuffled nervously. “I- I mean we, uh, we missed you.”
“How long was I gone?” Asked Other Lamp, feeling elated at the notion that he was very much alive. He couldn’t think of anything that could ruin this moment.
“A few weeks.” Sighed Shovel. “A long few weeks.”
He knew he would have to break the news, he knew he couldn’t hide it. He was surprised Other Lamp hadn’t noticed the shattered pieces yet, but then Other Lamp wasn’t always the most observant lamp. Still, the pieces were there, and it was only a matter of time.
“A few weeks?” Repeated Other Lamp. “It felt like longer!”
“It sure did.” Muttered Shovel.
“I missed you guys - especially Lamp! I’m not used to not seeing him every day.” 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 didn’t seem to notice. He did, however, frown and look around. “Where is Lamp?” He asked suddenly. “Did they move him to a different room?” The heartbroken look on his face made Shovel feel all the worse, knowing the truth was no where near as good.
“It was a long few weeks, Other Lamp.” He muttered. Uncertain, Other lamp moved slowly to the edge.
“W-what do you mean?” 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.
“I’m sorry.” Sighed Shovel, feeling like it was all his fault. Other Lamp slowly raised his eyes.
“I can’t live without him.”
A darkness settled over Other Lamp. Try as the taller man may, his light just wouldn’t 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. He’d 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… That’s 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.
“I thought for sure I had fixed this,” the taller man muttered. He examined Other Lamp in his hands. Other Lamp couldn’t 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.
“What about the other one?” the angry one asked, “Didn’t you fix that one?”
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 everything…
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.
“Hey,” the monster smiled. “There ya go, now you’re burning bright.”
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 couldn’t be…
The taller man was so burly and turned in such a way that Other Lamp couldn’t see, couldn’t 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 other’s 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.
“Look at that,” the angry one mused. “It’s almost like they missed each other.”
Both he and the taller one smiled.
Oh this is truly amazing! @emeraldsphoenix @charley-warlzz @supernaturalapocalypse @khoshekh42
Well played!
9x22 - Stairway to Heaven Clip
There’s 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.
It’s 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 they’re 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 can’t 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 lover—taken 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
Didn’t 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.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shovel asked, pushing dirt aside.
The lamp look wistfully at the horizon. “Yes” 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.
“I’d like to sell my soul for my lover,” the lamp sternly said.
The demon looked down to where the lamp sat on the ground.
“You…can’t sell your soul.”
“Please!” The lamp begged. “My first born. Anything!”
The demon shuffled awkwardly. He had seen a lot of weird things in his time in hell, but never this. He didn’t get paid enough for this.
“Sorry cupcake.” And he disappeared with a snap of his fingers.
“Damn it!” the lamp shouted towards the heavens. “Damn it,” he muttered, softer.
“Oh dear…” Shovel said. “I know that look.”
“I’m going to hell myself.” Lamp said. “I’m going to save him.”
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. “Please. You had an eternity together, just let him go.” Shovel begged of his friend.
“An eternity.” Lamp muttered under his breath. “It doesn’t feel like it. We knew each other since we were made together as a set. But it hasn’t been near an eternity.” Lamp’s light suddenly turned on as he came to an epiphany. Shovel’s heart filled with dread as he realized what his friend planned to do.
“Come on. We have to get back home.” 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 Lamp’s own doing, or by the hands of the slightly shorter angry human who’d 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.
“Dean!” The man yelled.
What the hell is a Dean, Shovel thought.
Dean came running into the room, gun in hand. “What?” he said.
“Dean. I just fixed this lamp here.” 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.
“That’s great, Sam, but why the need to yell?” Dean huffed.
Sam rolled his eyes, and then pointed at the floor where another lamp lay shattered. “Dean. You have got to stop breaking the furniture!”
“I didn’t do this,” 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.
“Oh really. So the lamp just threw itself off the table?”
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 “Hello!” He looked guiltily over at Other Lamp.
“Hi.”
Other Lamp frowned slightly at Shovel’s tone, but otherwise didn’t respond to it. “I wasn’t expecting to be fixed, I thought it would all be over. But the tall one mended me.” He explained.
“That’s… It’s good. Er, it’s good to have you back.” Shovel shuffled nervously. “I- I mean we, uh, we missed you.”
“How long was I gone?” Asked Other Lamp, feeling elated at the notion that he was very much alive. He couldn’t think of anything that could ruin this moment.
“A few weeks.” Sighed Shovel. “A long few weeks.”
He knew he would have to break the news, he knew he couldn’t hide it. He was surprised Other Lamp hadn’t noticed the shattered pieces yet, but then Other Lamp wasn’t always the most observant lamp. Still, the pieces were there, and it was only a matter of time.
“A few weeks?” Repeated Other Lamp. “It felt like longer!”
“It sure did.” Muttered Shovel.
“I missed you guys - especially Lamp! I’m not used to not seeing him every day.” 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 didn’t seem to notice. He did, however, frown and look around. “Where is Lamp?” He asked suddenly. “Did they move him to a different room?” The heartbroken look on his face made Shovel feel all the worse, knowing the truth was no where near as good.
“It was a long few weeks, Other Lamp.” He muttered. Uncertain, Other lamp moved slowly to the edge.
“W-what do you mean?” 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.
“I’m sorry.” Sighed Shovel, feeling like it was all his fault. Other Lamp slowly raised his eyes.
“I can’t live without him.”
A darkness settled over Other Lamp. Try as the taller man may, his light just wouldn’t 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. He’d 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… That’s 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.
“I thought for sure I had fixed this,” the taller man muttered. He examined Other Lamp in his hands. Other Lamp couldn’t 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.
“What about the other one?” the angry one asked, “Didn’t you fix that one?”
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 everything…
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.
“Hey,” the monster smiled. “There ya go, now you’re burning bright.”
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 couldn’t be…
The taller man was so burly and turned in such a way that Other Lamp couldn’t see, couldn’t 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 other’s 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.
“Look at that,” the angry one mused. “It’s almost like they missed each other.”
Both he and the taller one smiled.
Oh this is truly amazing! @emeraldsphoenix @charley-warlzz @supernaturalapocalypse @khoshekh42
Well played!
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