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[marsfallpod]

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ANDI. Artificial Narrow Dynamic Intelligence. Command Log.

Hello Colonists!

On behalf of everyone at Team Marsfall, I’m very excited to announce we have joined the Curiouscast podcast network!

Curiouscast is home to several hit shows, like Whatever Happened To...?, 13 Hours Inside the Nova Scotia Massacre, and Nothing Much Happens, and we are honored to be one of the select fiction shows to join this network. Their team has been most welcoming and they have provided a lot of support and guidance for the creation of Season 3! 

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[seancetm]

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜ from dave because FEELINGS

“Yeah,” he breathed, almost hating himself for how hopelessly soppy he sounded when he spoke to Dave... almost. Most of him was just utterly giddy to have someone who loved him like Dave loved him: someone he loved like he loved Dave. It was just a shame they couldn’t have met in his time. More than once he’d considered sneaking Dave back to the ... present? future?  Only to chicken out at the last minute. Would he fuck the timeline up? What if Dave did something important for the world? Besides, bringing him to the future only to tell him the apocalypse was imminent seemed... cruel.

Klaus had never been cruel. Not on purpose.

“I’m here for you too, handsome.”

[c0kehead]

@curiouscast said: 😘 from Billy

Tate was never a fan of Billy’s cigarette brand preference . That was until the started --- Whatever one would call this . Where they would find any place to be alone , even just for five minutes . This time around , Billy had dragged them both into the employee office for the pool he worked at for his fifteen minute break .  “ Your face smells like sunscreen ,”  Tate commented quietly , an amused chuckle interrupting their kisses . He needed to take an inch back and catch his breath , but their noses still bumped together from how close they were ; An affectionate finger traced down along Billy’s jawline .  “ I like it , it makes me think of the beach .”

[umbrellamom]

         “Dr. Pogo....” Grace’s voice is lilting, in that way that betrays a contemplative mood, code that has been thinking. “....Can you please tell me something?”

         She’s standing in a shaft of sunlight that has spilled through the library windows, her hands full with flowers from the garden. A vase rests on a side table, but Grace’s eyes are on the bronze statue erected in the courtyard outside. 

         Ben, she thinks. He was that small, once... but not... when he died.

         Turning, Mom looks at the Simian directly, her mouth tilted but not quite in a smile. “... how often does Sir Reginald make me forget.... things?”

@curiouscast | Pogo

[fidelissimi-a]

@curiouscast starter for a plotted s8 samruby thing!

ruby snuck into the brightly lit convenience store, small body hunched over into the biggest jacket she could find that she could squirrel away stolen snacks and drinks into. it’s how she’d been living for the past couple of days, ever since she’d finally been rewarded and had been thrown back topside, spit straight out of hell, this time — entirely human.  

keeping an eye out for hunters who knew her face from her foray with sam winchester was the least important thing on her mind right now. apparently she needed food, shelter, warmth; things that every human needed to survive. she was doing the best she could, but she’d been out of practice for hundreds of years now and with only her knowledge of witchcraft and little else handy in today’s society, ruby was floundering horribly. 

she walked down one aisle of snacks, stuffing her pockets with things in wrappers that didn’t make a lot of noise, hoping the cashier wouldn’t look up from his magazine. she tried to look inconspicuous, bored, like she was just perusing and deciding against the variety of things available for the five-finger-discount. once her pockets were as full as she could get them, she slid to the last aisle closest to the wall and pushed the heavy metal door open to the outside world, making her escape, but running right into a thick chest wall. “my bad,” she mumbled, before looking up — then further up — right into the face of the one man she’d been fighting on whether to get in contact with or not. her only contact on earth    ——— sam winchester.

[conjurelost-blog]

 “If you kill me now we can say I just died.”  He’s sprawled on the bed, face down still attempting to either not throw up or choke on his own heart.  “I can’t fuckin move.  You’ll have to haul me out by my goddamn shoes-no wait don’t do that.” 

@curiouscast because SOMEONE wanted dave things

[becauseyouremybigbrother]

@curiouscast || continued from (x)

[Dean]: Research, remember? [Dean]: Or we could let the monster keep eating people. [Dean]: Blow job. Monster. Sometimes life’s rough.

[gavrele-a]

SLEEP HAD, IN TIME, BECOME SOMETHING THAT GABRIEL COULD HANDLE once more, without the fear of never waking again. or waking to a nightmare. most nights it wasn’t an issue, living alone and flying beneath the RADAR made that easy for him. but on nights like the ones recently, where he was not alone and had to keep up appearances, he had one of two OUTCOMES. either he spent it by faking sleep, or he managed a few hours. listening to the steady beating of a heart and the other’s BREATHING that filled the otherwise silent room.

last night he’d managed to fall asleep, the HOUNDS kept at bay by Klaus’ presence and Gabriel’s partial aware state to keep the memories at bay  ( due to Gabriel not wanting him to see the Archangel in such a state ). though he didn’t need sleep, he found himself DOZING. which was PROBABLY why he hadn’t really noticed the sudden absence of the second party in his bed until the cooler air chilled his side.

beginning the process of  ‘ stirring ’, Gabriel felt Klaus’ return. the bed DIPPED with his weight and the Archangel could feel him leaving over him, eyes blinking open when a warm palm CUPED his cheek and turned his head. smiling into the kiss, Gabriel’s hand reached up to cup the back of Klaus’ head, fingers burying in those dark curls, now more awake. the taste of whiskey and Klaus HEAVY on his tongue

❝  g’mornin’ to you too, gorgeous.  ❞  he whispered back, voice gravelly with sleep, his other arm snaking around a slim waist.  ❝  d’you start breakfast without me?  ❞

@curiouscast       -      contd.