#wendibird

[pregnancykink]

Smash or Pass: Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Meg (1 or 2, Supernatural), Abaddon (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural)

Smash smash smash smash and smash LMAOOOO

[infinitysgrace]

For the Character Bingo thing: Sam Winchester

Easiest bingo of my life

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Rose, Lavender, and Sage 😊

rose - what if we ran away to a cave and read poetry together,, jk unless

Join me & @ohnoitsthebat in our cave and we can all read and write together!!!

lavender - i would give you a bouquet of hand picked flowers

I love flowers and will apparently be swimming in them.

sage - i think of u not only as a blog but a bestie

💚 Am feeling very loved today! You're a great friend to have. <3

[barbiehelmet]

(Possibly) Unpopular Opinion: Sam and Jack was the best thing that came out of the later seasons and after S13 the show completely squandered it.

agreed.

it was one of my favorite things about the show post-s12 and i am really sad that we didn't get much of it after. i have nothing against dean, i love him, but the show made a mistake by having more dean and jack scenes when they didn't even really address the way dean had behaved towards jack early on. it made those scenes look insincere.

[kylermalloy]

📘

Hi Wendi! 💙

You and I have the spn fandom in common, so I’ll dig in my daydream archives for something spn related 😋

Okay. Picture a world in which Cas isn’t resurrected in season 13. He’s just gone. Doesn’t come back.

How long would it take Dean to accept Jack without Cas there? How would Sam fare with no one but himself in Jack’s corner?

Would Jack still murder someone? Run off after making his mistake?

I imagine in this world, Jack isn’t sucked into the apocalypse world, so he gets to work with Sam and Dean to bring Mary back. There’s more meaningful bonding. He and Sam grow closer; Sam confides in Jack about his past. He and Dean work out their issues past surface-level tolerance.

Maybe when Lucifer finally meets Jack, there will be more of a dialogue. More meaning and weight behind their confrontation. Maybe Lucifer targets Sam for rightfully stealing the time and trust of his son. Maybe there’s deeper conflict there. Maybe Lucifer’s villainy gets explored in a better way than “he kills innocent people and says goofy mean things.”

Now, is the absence of all this in canon Cas’s fault? Not necessarily. But when imagining an AU, my mind tries to fix All The Things at once.

I did also have a title for this fic I only dreamed about—Learning Curve.

Send me a 📓 or other book emoji and I’ll tell you about a fic I’ve daydreamed about, but haven’t written!

[elsewhereuniversity]

Seasons and their Secrets

Winter is an old woman with snowy hair and wrinkles from lifetimes of smiles and frowns. She knows much but finding her secrets takes some cleverness of your own.

Spring is a young maid dancing beneath the boughs, bringing rain and new growth, reminding the world that life is merely waiting to emerge. She has secrets but they will be given over in the fullness of time.

Summer is a warrior, strong and brash. Her shield is emblazoned with the sun and her sword will cut down both the mighty and the meek. She guards her secrets fiercely but they can be won through hard work and effort.

Autumn though is the lady just reaching her late years. She is full of color for she cares not of other people’s opinions, and she says what she pleases, though her smile is warm like a hearth fire. She is enjoying one last hurrah before the icy curtain must fall, and the secrets she holds are the certainty of what is to come. But most people don’t want to hear them. Better to sit with her over a mug of spiced cider and talk of joys past. Better to enjoy what you have while it’s still there.

~Remora

[ladylilithprime]

witch - what was your favorite costume from past years?

And 🗝 - pumpkin carving or pumpkin painting?

Ooooh, lessee... How about my costume from Friday of SPN DenverCon2021, fem!Sully?

I had fun with that one! 😁

As for pumpkin carving versus pumpkin painting, I've only done carving, but I'd love to do painting sometime!

[benevolentsam]

Sam fic prompts: broody | song lyrics "Pacing the Cage" | season 9ish | his body is a cage that doesn't always seem to fit, it's held too many beings, and he's become so very tired

sorry this took so long! i kinda smooshed everything together so i hope it’s okay for you!!

It was hard to sleep.

It sucked, because Sam was tired. So tired he could barely keep his eyes open. His body sagged, pulled down and down and Sam did all he could to fight it. Didn't want to be any closer to Hell than he was. Didn't want to think about the smoke Crowley had left behind in him. It was exhausting trying to fight it but.

Sleep was worse. Sleep let him remember all the things Gadreel had blocked out of his memory. Laying under bedcovers felt claustrophobic when he wasn't quite sure he was the only one in his body.

And maybe he was just sick of housing other people in his weathered bones.

The thing about pacing round the bunker is that he was starting to wear the floors. There was a river bed where his feet scraped tile, every day. But if he kept moving the thoughts wouldn't catch up to him. He wouldn't think about how his brain felt too small for his skull. His body had outgrown him and.

It wasn't just Gadreel. Or Crowley. Or Lucifer, Meg, whoever. There was a Dean shaped hole, and he wondered how long his family had been possessing him. If it just started with Dean or. He thought maybe it ran all the way back to his mom dying. Had to keep walking, keep pacing, because otherwise he'd think too much.

Couldn't think, couldn't sleep it off, what if he woke up and he wasn't in charge of his own body again. What if-

"Sam, you're pacing," Cas told him. And Cas, who had taken the last bit of Gadreel out of him, sat calmly every day in the war room. And he watched. Would stop Sam before he bore craters into the floor.

"I know."

"You're tired," Cas said. Ready to extend his grace out to heal him but. Sam didn't want anything new in his body.

"I know."

"You're not going to sleep, are you?" Cas asked. And Sam shook his head. 

"I don't feel..." Sam started. He couldn't word it. "I don't feel me."

And Cas didn't tell him it was okay, because it wasn't. But for a minute he wasn't thinking about his body as a prison.

"I think I found a hunt," Cas said instead. And Sam sat down. Glanced at the news reports Cas had circled. Sam's body was his own and he would use it to do something good.