#this is basically crack

[armageddidnt]

I'm sorry this is what my finale crashout brain created

Don't think we didn't notice the tartan kilt uniform

[sic-vita]

Starmaker Crowley - expectation vs reality

(alternatively: How Crowley sees himself vs How Aziraphale sees him)

“What a beautiful nebula! Look at that. I helped build that one”

[zigster-ao3]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I wrote more Steddie

Title: Ashes to Ashes

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Rating: E

Summary: A rewrite of the end of season 2. I needed an excuse for both Steve and Eddie to be exposed to the spewing ash spore from the tunnels.

Tags: first time, canon divergence, sex pollen

[chevrolangels]

for @woefulcas, based off her very excellent text post

spn writers hire me

When the Empty first came, first sucked the big bad Castiel into its rotten depths—it had preened, viciously crowed and gloated in triumph, sneering in his prized captive’s face.

That was thirty hours ago. 

“You know how I knew?” Castiel says wistfully, smiling up at the endless black depths above him. “The first time he smiled at me.” 

The Empty just grunts. 

“I had barely been around humans, barely been on earth,” Castiel continues, sighing. “I’d only ever seen their pain, their anger, their hate—never their joy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But then—I met Dean.”

The Empty groans, sinking its face in its hands.

“He was so full of love,” Castiel muses, his eyes soft and starry. “I sensed it, right away. Even though he didn’t believe—it poured out of him, more beauty than I had ever seen in Heaven. The Righteous Man. Dean Winchester.”

Castiel beams again, like the very taste of the name is sacred. 

“His very soul radiated with it. From the first moment I touched him, I knew I was lost. Oh, did I tell you I finally told him I loved him?”

“Only about a hundred times,” the Empty mutters.

But Castiel is heedless, a dopey little smile on his face.

“When he laughs, really laughs—he throws his head back, and then he gets these tiny little crinkles around his eyes. Oh, and his eyes. Green like apples. Or spring. And all the lovely freckles all across his nose—”

The Empty’s borrowed eye twitches.

“He has an unhealthy obsession with pie, for a man of his age,” Castiel says stoically. “But it only makes more of him to love. And oh, my. His hands. They’re so caring. He sees them as instruments of destruction—yet he’s so gentle. Every touch from him I’ve savored.” 

“Dude,” the Empty blurts, but Castiel just sighs, smiling.

“And he gives the best hugs.”

With an agonized scream, the Empty stands, yanking up Castiel by his collar.

“Alright, you know what—”

.

Jack chews his lip awkwardly as Sam flips through lore book after lore book.

Dean has retreated into distraught silence, unseeing eyes boring a hole in the wall as he nurses the bottle in his hands.  He hasn’t spoken much since that night.

An ear-splitting roar, and the three of them jump up, staring as the wall of the bunker splits open, black ooze once again crawling forth.

“Alright just TAKE HIM, goddammit!” The Empty yells. “I can’t fucking deal with him anymore—”

It lifts Castiel overhead and yeets him through the gap, roaring in triumphant relief.

“He’s your problem now!”

Laughing maniacally, the Empty retreats back into black nothingness, flipping them off as it disappears, never to be seen again.

.

The end

[demonboysandlotsoftoys]

DJSJDHD SWITCH ANON YOU NEED TO STOP BEING ANON, WE NEED TO HAVE DISCUSSIONS

In this situation, I am the goose

[deceitsonaturale]

Prince Li, wishing Asclepius was quieter.

Of course, Ascepius could care less, and screams cursed things inside Li's head.

In fact, that horse, Phillip, was given a death threat by the healing God himself. Poor Phillip.

Anyway here's a shitpost, @cat-vase , @sapphirearrow64 , @assssmodeussss

[majorxbennyxboy]

If you take that last scene in TURN, old man!Abe writing the letter to Sprout, and apply that same context to the rest of the series, it goes from a brutal butchery of history by craig and co

to an at times hilariously inaccurate (and at times worrying) recollection of events by an understandably unreliable narrator who uses wishful thinking, creative embellishments, imagination and assumptions to pad out and fill in gaps.

sometimes he remembers things a lil more...dramatically...than they actually went down but by cracky Abe is one determined storyteller.

[superixrirxman-moved]

@captainbrogers because they want tony to throw smol steve around

It all seemed normal. Everything seemed to be completely normal. Tony rolled over in bed, his arm stretching over his husband- or so he thought. Usually there was a bit more mass in his spot, but today there wasn’t. Tony opened his eyes slowly. His husband was there... Mostly.

Tony let out a scream and practically jumped out of bed, one of his suits flying up behind him out of practice, in case of emergency situations. 

“Steve! Stev- Steven! What in the fuck is going on here?” He yelled, a flash of anger and terror pouring over his face.

Where was his husband?

He was so... Tiny.