the strangest life i've ever known

El | 32 | she/they | fierce optimist & unapologetic feminist | TERFs not welcome | 🇵🇸🌈🕊️

[theplantlife]

twink!Cas sneaking out on the weekend to go to a college party where he meets punk!Dean, looking every inch a bad boy to the sheltered high schooler from his green striped hair to his pierced brow and lip ring. it’s not long before they’re on the dance floor together, Cas’ arms wrapped tight around the older boy’s neck as he grinds his ass against Dean’s cock in time to the throbbing bassline.

Dean sucks and kisses at the younger boy’s neck while palming his erection, telling him how gorgeous he is and how good he would look split open on his cock. He can feel Cas’ breath hitch right before he comes, followed by a dirty, low moan that only reaches Dean’s ears.The panting boy below him and the hot friction on his cock finally sends him over the edge.

They step off the dance floor hand in hand and on wobbly legs, grinning at each other’s flushed cheeks and kiss bruised mouths as they find a bathroom to clean themselves up in. After a few awkward moments of cleaning up their ruined boxers, the boys look at each other.

“So whom do I owe the pleasure?,” Dean asks as he settles his hand on the younger boy’s waist.

“I’m Castiel,” he murmurs, suddenly shy despite having just got off by the hands of the beautiful boy in front of him.

“That’s quite a mouthful. How about I call you Cas? It’ll be easier to put into my phone anyways,” Dean says with a smirk as he bumps his forehead against the high schooler’s.

“Cas is good…and I can guarantee I’m a mouthful.” he responds with his most deceivingly innocent look.

Dean huffs out a laugh before licking lips, pupil blown eyes trailing down to the growing bulge in Cas’ jeans.

“Yeah, I think I’d like to find out.”

[theplantlife]

The night that the angels fell, Missouri Moseley drove herself out of the city limits of Lawrence. Along a winding back country road, she found herself in a frost bitten cornfield. When she watched the stars rip from the sky, she prayed for every angel whose voice cried out to her sixth sense.

Missouri’s eyes returned to the center of the field where a flaming ball had landed. She made her way from the car with a picnic basket full of water bottles and homemade pastries and a homemade quilt draped over her arm. 

She finds the man that she saw in her vision, rough hands buried in the soil of the earth while his mouth curled into a sad smile. Missouri carefully places the quilt over his curved back before kneeling in front of him.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet the fella who I’ve been seeing for the last two nights. I guess it’s safe to say you didn’t have a nice trip, Joshua?”

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[theplantlife]

au where victor never died and he became a badass hunter who kept his ties with the authorities so he could pull string when he needed the files of a very well covered vampire crime family or the original records of a haunted federal penitentiary

he keeps in touch with the winchesters over the years though it’s mostly dean who smiles and picks up when he sees victor’s number pop up on their case phone

sam never says anything because he doesn’t want his emotionally constipated brother to get pissed and closed off, but he’s knows it’s not a coincidence that dean always makes up excuses for sam to hang back while he helps out the ex-FBI agent on hunts

it’s not a coincidence that dean and victor’s first successful hunt together might have ended with them getting drunk and making out pressed up against the cool metal of the Impala before they slept it off in their separate motel rooms and didn’t mention it the next day.

it wasn’t a coincidence that after their fourth successful hunt together they end up sharing a room with one bed (‘it’ll save us some money that’ll go towards ganking that ghoul, vic’) where dean ends up with his face pressed into the pillows and victor pounding his ass and leaving countless hickeys over his freckled back that dean will feel when he’s driving home

it was absolutely not a coincidence that dean drove 8 hours through the night when he got a call that victor was in the icu in a hospital in indiana after a run in with 'what appeared to be a wild animal’ (shtriga) attack that had torn up his abdominal.

when victor woke up to the beep of a heart monitor, a warm hand wrapped around his, and a pair of green eyes red-rimmed from tears and exhaustion, he knew whatever this was between him and dean was real.

dean may still joke about finding his scars sexy, but from then on, the men of letters bunker gains one more resident and victor wakes up every day with his arms wrapped around a loving man who cooks him bacon as well as he kills a vampire.

they wouldn’t have it any other way

[theplantlife]

imagine if Dean had been able to walk into that circle and talk Cain down from his madness, one hand on his shoulder and the other fisted in his thick mane of hair while he looked into Cain’s eyes that had seen far too many years and told him that they could both get through this

imagine Cain breaking down in Dean’s arms with awful, wretching, far too human sobs as he realizes that Dean will be the only who could ever begin to understand his life and what he has done, even if he had made the wrong decisions where Dean didn’t. After all, Dean knew from those 40 years in Hell what it is like to succumb to the evil that festers within.

But they can over come it and they do. 

They isolate themselves to Cain’s farm and learn every in and out of each other, in every sense. Friends, lovers, confidants, and sometimes enemies.

Sam visits as often as he can when he’s not in school. He would come more but Dean never wants to chance him staying too long. It took weeks of convincing, but he had accepted that his brother knew what was best for him. It hurts Dean, but he never wants to make the same mistake Cain did.

Cas all but lives with them, only leaving when there’s urgent business in heaven. Once they earn each other’s trust, Cain teaches Cas how to care for the bees, how to tend their garden and how to pleasure Dean in the most tantalizing way. That trust goes a long way.

It is after all Cas’ hand that controls the fate of both men for all of eternity. Only he knows the location of the First Blade that can end their lives and their constantly oppressed desire to kill. The millennium pass far easier with the calm grace of their avenging angel by their side.

[theplantlife]

give me more fic of Victor’s obsession with the Winchester investigation turning into an unhealthy obsession with Dean Winchester, the deadly older brother with the most beautiful, green eyes, but as predatory as a wild animal. Dean, the smartass, silver tongued fugitive that’s slaughtered what’s probably been hundreds of innocent people over the years since his father started training him, yet every single witness he’s contacted has a crazy story to tell about Sam and Dean the heroes.

Victor hardly sleeps anymore, but when he does, he dreams of plush pink lips, long eyelashes, and strong muscular body, the body of a hunter, but covered in a dusting of freckles and so pliant under his dream self’s wandering hands. Every time he wakes up wrapped in his sheets, shamefully hard with the memory of sweet, low moans and the phantom feeling of hot skin pressed against his own.

Victor hates himself when he reaches into his boxers to jerk off to the idea of fucking this monster, this serial killer destroying lives across the country, but imagining turning Dean Winchester into a writhing mess and at loss of all the carefully built composure is a guilty pleasure he can’t help but indulge. 

When Victor gets up the next morning, his partner calls telling him the Winchesters have been spotted in Kentucky. He’s going to catch those monsters  and watch Dean Winchester crumble so beautifully when this game of cat and mouse is finally over.

[theplantlife]

so wow this is 12 years old now, but I feel like everyone should rejoin me on obscure SPN ships of old. I submit Dean/Victor for contemplation

[intentioncrafts-deactivated2017]

dean x cassie x victor canon AU for ♔ queerdeanmonth ♔

Cassie Robinson knew that dating an FBI agent would have its challenges, but the very last thing she expects to happen is her current boyfriend, Victor Henriksen, to get involved with a disturbing case in which her old boyfriend, Dean Winchester, is the prime suspect in a long history of fraud charges, grave desecration, and several homicides. When she refuses to believe it, she and Victor find themselves at more odds than their relationship can handle at the time. Victor puts his career before Cassie, Cassie puts her convictions before Victor, and the two of them agree to take a break.

Cassie starts to focus on Dean, and moreover she focuses more on the secret he told her just before they broke up and what could happen if Victor starts to meddle in things that go far beyond his worldly comprehension. She conducts her own independent investigation, gathering evidence and reports that go back more than twenty years to a house fire in Kansas, and with Dean’s confession in her in mind, she concludes that he might not be lying after all and the world is a long scarier than she first thought. When Dean agrees to meet with her to talk about it, he’s dismayed to find out just how much she’s found out all on her own. But when Cassie announces that she can’t ignore what’s going on in the world and wants to help out, Dean can do nothing but reluctantly agrees to stick around and have her back.

The trick now is to convince Victor that there’s more to his case than meets the eye, but it will involve breaking open his simple world of law and order and letting the real monsters in. For some reason, however, Victor’s already begun to second-guess himself. Once he hears Cassie and Dean out, it becomes clear that his obsession with nailing Dean Winchester has evolved into an infatuation, and his sense of justice reconnects him and Cassie. Within weeks, the three of them suddenly find themselves hunting monsters together by day, and taking comfort in the bonds that they’ve formed, restored, and strengthened by night. 

[shaydh]

"DID YOU KNOW THIS PERSON DRAWS PORN I AM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS" cool i am blocking you

[volno]

Them: "I can't believe this artist draws porn!" Me:

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[insomniac-arrest]

allow me to slip into something a little more… comfortable *removes green ribbon from my neck, screaming ensues*

[insomniac-arrest]

stop being funnier than me in the notes of my own post

[workingitinportland-deactivated]

How to Set Up a Shared Pantry in Your Apartment Building

I live well below the poverty line, so I live in a cheap, slummy apartment building where everybody else is poor, too. For the most part, I like this setup. I grew up in poverty, and I’m not …

I live well below the poverty line, so I live in a cheap, slummy apartment building where everybody else is poor, too. For the most part, I like this setup. I grew up in poverty, and I’m not comfortable around moneyed people. (It’s a topic for another day but people with money are really weird about, well, money. You can’t even talk about it around them.) But it definitely has its drawbacks. My neighbours and I are always running out of food and meds.

One of the many things I like about poor people’s culture, though, is that we tend to be really good at sharing resources. It makes sense: when you’re short on money, you need to have strong relationships to get by. Of course I’m going to give you what you need if I have it–I’m definitely going to need something you have in the very near future. Besides, when we’re all in the same boat, none of us is likely to believe that the reason I can eat today, and you can’t, is that I deserve it more than you, but next week when you can eat, and I can’t, it’s because you worked harder than me. Most of us are well aware that we’re going to stay poor, no matter how hard we work.

[jadeseadragon]

[lectorel]

Let's not cooperate with mama

[soulindisarray]

Original handwritten lyrics, Psycho Killer by Talking Heads, c.1975.

[duchessvongooseberg]

david byrne tryna figure out how the fuck u spell "qu'est-ce que c'est":

[modern-politics111]

[disregardandfelicity]

sounds very similar to a radio story i heard in 2014 ago about credit card debt. the debt got sold to a collection company and a couple received a court summons. they knew they had taken on debt, but they were confused about who this new company was and where specifically the number they were supposed to owe came from.

they show up in court and just ask the lawyer for the collection company: can you prove where this number comes from? Do you have a contract showing that you purchased our debt? probably luckily for them, a reporter researching a book on the topic showed up and asked the same questions.

10 minutes later they get in front of the judge and the collection company drops the whole case and theyre free to go. story is below, it has a transcript in the link too

Prologue - This American Life

Ira talks to reporter Jake Halpern about a scene he saw take place in a Georgia courtroom where a couple uttered some magic words that seeme

[evolutionsbedingt]

https://twitter.com/BrianManookian/status/1674963884703088642

Link to the twitter thread for accessibility!

[oysters-aint-for-me]

do me a favor and plz reblog with your five most recently used non-face, non-hand, non-heart emojis

[black-bloc-antifa]

[gbandit]

Pink mountaineer's axe from Muromachi period, 14th century Japan

[mintmildew]

in case you where wondering why there was a heart symbol on a 14th century weapon

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