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History Repeats Masterlist

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2986

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

History Repeats - Part 1

History Repeats - Part 2

History Repeats - Part 3

History Repeats - Part 4

History Repeats - Part 5

History Repeats - Part 6

History Repeats - Part 7

History Repeats - Part 8

History Repeats - Part 9

History Repeats - Part 10

History Repeats - Part 11

History Repeats - Part 12

History Repeats - Part 13

History Repeats - Part 14

History Repeats - Part 15

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Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (2005) dir. George Lucas

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Would anyone be interested in me hosting a writing challenge since I have a birthday coming up?

(If yes which fandoms would you maybe be interested in aside from SPN?)

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Jimmy is wild for putting up with how Chelsea talks to him. That's all I gotta say.

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Dan Stevens Replaces Justin Roiland As Korvo In 20th Television Animation's ‘Solar Opposites’ Season 4 Slated For August 14

Dan Stevens (ITV "Downton Abbey", Dreamworks Animation Television "Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts") has been tapped to take over the lead role in the animated series that was originally created by Mike McMahan (Star Trek: Lower Decks) and Roiland, who was ousted in January amid domestic violence charges.

The animated series, from exec producers Mike McMahan and Josh Bycel, will return with its fourth season in August 14 on Hulu,Disney+ Worldwide and Star+. Stevens will take over voicing the character of Korvo, a grouchy alien who always wears ceremonial robes and professes to hate Earth. He desperately wants to fix their spaceship so he can escape to a new planet.

A Solar Opposites Valentine’s Day special is set for February 2024. The series, which counts McMahan and Josh Bycel as exec producers, scored an early season five renewal back in October 2022.

The series has been one of Disney's most sucessful adult animated franchises within the 20th Century Studios brand

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The Choice Is Yours Masterlist

Prompt: Long before Loki brought an army to New York, he was sent on a mission by his father, winding up on Earth. You’re an up and coming CEO, destined to take your father’s place in the company. Loki is a prince, training to be a king. What happens when your two worlds collide?

Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong. Brainstormed, beta, and aesthetic creator @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo who helped me with this fic for over a year! She’s my rock and I’m so blessed to have her in my life. Thank you to all my readers who have been incredibly patient!

Part 1 - Intro/January

Part 2 - January

Part 3 - February Part 4 - March Part 5 - April Part 6 - May Part 7 - June Part 8 - June Cont’d Part 9 - June Cont’d Part 10 - June End Part 11 - July Part 12 - August Part 13 - September Part 14 - October Part 15 - November Part 16 - December Part 17 - December Cont’d Part 18 - December Cont’d Part 19 - December Cont’d Part 20 - Asgard Part 21 - Asgard Cont’d Part 22 - Asgard Cont’d

ALTERNATIVE ENDINGS

Loki Chooses The Throne and he lies:

Loki Chooses The Throne - He Lies - You see each other one last time

Loki Chooses The Throne - He Lies - You have an affair - Odin Finds out - Angst

Loki Chooses The Throne - He lies to you - You move on with Bucky Barnes

Loki Chooses The Throne - He lies to you - You move on with Dr. Stephen Strange

Loki Chooses The Throne - He lies to you - Thor pays you a visit…

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Loki chooses the throne and tells you the truth:

Loki Chooses The Throne - He tells you the truth - You move on with Bucky Barnes

Loki Chooses The Throne - He tells you the truth - You move on with Dr. Strange

Loki Chooses The Throne - He tells you the truth - You have an affair - Odin Finds out - Fluff

Loki Chooses The Throne - He tells you the truth - You have an affair - Odin Finds out - Angst

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Loki Chooses You over the throne

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I posted 94 times in 2022

That's 58 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (18%)

77 posts reblogged (82%)

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I tagged 66 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#sam winchester - 20 posts

#dean winchester - 18 posts

#supernatural - 14 posts

#spn - 9 posts

#sam x reader - 9 posts

#jared padalecki - 9 posts

#personal - 9 posts

#dean x reader - 8 posts

#spn fanfic - 7 posts

#jensen ackles - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#she’s going to think you don’t feel anything towards her at all now

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A/N: Jared is single.

Jensen and the kids were heading to your house for a mini getaway while Dee was off filming her latest gig.

While Jensen may have been a superhero to his children and you alike, the idea of three children to one deterred him from making the trip alone.

Which meant you had to make up the extra spare room for an unexpected guest.

A large, athletic, almost too perfect looking giant of a man-guest.

Jared.

No one knew you and Jared had been sneaking around since your appearance in Season 14; no one knew. And you wanted to keep it that way.

Being in the spotlight wasn’t something you were accustomed to; your guest appearance of a rogue Angel went over a little too well, and between the hype that followed Alex Calvert and Misha’s uncanny resemblance, adding you to the mix threw the fandom into a frenzy.

Jared would sneak his fingers into yours under the table during a reading. He would toe your thighs with his massive foot. He would squeeze your fleshy sides in a side hug just long enough to breathe you in, but short enough no one was the wiser.

These touches, these brief encounters thrilled you. The secretiveness of the relationship, if that’s what you were calling it, thrilled you.

What if that’s all it was?

A thrill, a fling, a tryst. What if you lost that feeling of warmth and unbearable heat that would flood your senses?

Were you willing to lose that? Were you willing to let the world know that you were his and he was yours and without the shroud of secrecy?

You didn’t have time to think as you moved some items of yours from the spare, spare room into your basement studio. Your sound machine, a few candles, a favorite pillow and blanket, were carted to your new space, while fresh linens were placed in Jared’s room.

Jensen and the kids would have the master, the king sized bed was roomy enough for all. You spent more time in your studio writing and painting than you did in your master bedroom anyway.

Plus, being this detached, from the first floor, would allow just enough distance from Jared.

This would be fine.

This was not fine.

After hugs and kisses from the mini monsters you loved so much, a few beers and dinner thrown back with the men you adored, you were all making your way to your respective spaces, the dusk settling in your bones, the drive settling in Jensen’s. A second too long of an embrace from Jared, you felt your feet lead you away faster than your heart was beating.

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25 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

After your shower, you acted like everything was copacetic, joking with the guys, drinking some beers, while chowing down on Dean’s infamous burgers. Extra bacon, a fried egg, and some hot sauce, Dean knew the way to your heart. ‘If only that asshole did’, you thought to yourself.

Truth was, the Winchesters could read you like a tome. The small scrunching of your nose like you just smelled sulfur, the furrowing of your brow when something was amiss, the absentminded way you would chew on your bottom lip. In between the banter, there were tells. Poker was never your card game of choice.

Dean and Sam continued to joke along with you, telling you stories from their most recent hunts, throwing back ale and swallowing bites of burger, with laughter, but they had their tells too. The way Dean would cover his mouth with his fingers, almost wiping away the murderous thoughts, his index finger rubbing his upper lip raw. Sam too had his tells. He’d fidget with the label on his beer bottle, seemingly caressing the neck, but catching himself as he began to choke the neck of said bottle.

“Some’n should really teach’m a lesson,” you slurred, looking at Dean, snapping your fingers at him.

“Really dink Rowena could spell a spare?”

Sam guffawed at your inebriation and Dean chuckled, “okay Sweetheart, you’re cut off.”

“Mm not drunk,” you smacked his hand away from taking your bottle, “just pissed.” You pouted.

“Same, Princess,” Dean grumbled and Sam quirked an eyebrow, the brothers secretly mind melding on a similar thought. You missed it of course, as Sam pocket dialed, but you did catch Dean’s cell chirp.

Grabbing the phone, Dean made quick conversation, emphatically nodding, “Yeah, uh, Jody, shoot me the coordinates I could be there by morning.”

“Lemme grab my bag,” you shot up from your chair, your legs buckling.

“Yeah, that’s a hard no, Y/N,” Dean quirked, “Sammy will get you to bed,” with a nod to his brother, Sam agreed.

“Come on, lightweight,” Sam lifted you bridal style.

“Text you when I get there,” Dean collected the empty bottles and headed towards the kitchen before making his way to the garage. “Should be a cake walk.”

“Sham,” you patted his chest, “now’s your chance,” you attempted to raise your eyebrows in a failed attempt at flirtation; you did always have a thing for the tallest Winchester.

“I, uh, umm I’m flattered, Y/N,” he stuttered and was about to tell you that he rather not take advantage while you were under the influence, small snores began to reverberate off his chest.

Sam’s cheeks reddened at his embarrassment, “that was close.”

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39 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

You had locked yourself inside your old room at the bunker, for what seemed like forever, but was really only going on for less than a week. The brothers didn’t know what to do, the Angel didn’t know how to ask, and you didn’t offer an explanation.

You had driven two days, 18 hours, and 45 minutes, state lines blurring as the sky opened up. You stopped twice to use a bathroom and gas up, mainlining caffeine and salt and vinegar chips. You pulled up to the bunker, left your car idling, pounded on the door, and waited.

Dean was the first to greet you, a gun pointed at your chest, his anticipatory greeting for unexpected guests, while Sam rounded his six, back up gun at the ready. One look at your face, the streaks of day old mascara leaving tiny rivulets on your pale face, bags heavy under your eye, the slight quiver in your lips, their guns lowered, their arms relaxed.

The door swung open wider to let you in, the slam of the metal locking into place, made you jump. Dean’s hand found itself resting atop your shoulder, while Sam held you at arm’s length.

“Y/N,” Sam’s voice full of urgency and concern, “what happened?”

Tears slowly fell from your eyes, the ache in your chest, tightening at the loss of words choking their way to your lips. With a shake of your head, you whispered, “Not now, Sammy.”

“Who do we have to kill?” Dean growled.

A slight chuckle broke through your sobs, your bones finally at rest, as you dropped your duffel with finality, “Thanks for the offer, Dean,” your lip turned up slightly in amusement, “but I’m too tired to take you up on it at the moment.”

“But we do get to give someone a whole lotta hurt?” He countered.

“Damn straight you do,” you patted him on the chest, “but first sleep.”

“Then you can go punch and kick until he’s blue in the face or dead,” you mumbled down the long hallway to the room you abandoned a few years back to live a normal life.

“We’ll be here when you’re rested up, Y/N,” Sam pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thanks, Sam,” you pecked him on the cheek, about to close the door over, but Dean stuck his foot out, jamming it ajar, “we’re just down that’a’way,” he jutted his thumb, “if you need us.”

“I’ll find ya in the morning,” you promised.

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57 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

“Cas, can’t you just, you know,” Dean flaps his arms, “pop in there and check on Y/N?”

Cas gives the brothers a look that could either be described as annoyance or skepticism, but with a tilt of his head, he looks towards the bunker’s room where you’ve not emerged and closes his eyes. A minute, no less, goes by, his blue eyes pop open, a frown graces his features.

“She’s ‘fine’,” Cas mimes air quotes.

“Yeah, Cas, we kinda knew that already,” Dean grumbles, instead turns to his brother, maybe he’ll have a better idea.

“No, don’t look at me, Dean,” Sam puts his hands up in surrender, “last time I tried, she threw her boot at my head.”

“This ends now,” Dean pushes off the bunker wall, storming towards Y/N’s room. He suggests they rock, paper, scissor, it, but instead they both enter your room.

It’s pitch black, sans for the dim hallway light, but they can see you; you’re a lump, curled into yourself on the bed. Dean nearly trips over something, bends to retrieve it, and holds up your letter biker boot.

“That’s the one,” Sam absentmindedly rubs his head.

“Guys, I’m fi-,” you begin to mumble from under the covers, but Dean cuts you off, and on go the lights.

“Damnit, YN, if you say fine one more time,” Dean sits himself on the edge of your bed, while Sam stands awkwardly at the end; probably afraid of what else you have in your arsenal of items to chuck at their heads.

“YN,” Sam urges, “come on, you can talk to us.”

“That’s rich,” you snark, but hiccup as a sob threatens to escape. Dean pulls back your covers, revealing your bloodshot and swollen eyes.

“He cheated on me,” you shuffle yourself into a sitting position, giving Sam the side eye, “again,” you find yourself patting the mattress for him to sit. “I thought maybe he was really going to change,” you huff, “I thought we were past all this.”

“I gave him a second chance,” you looked Dean in the eyes, searching for the anger you were feeling, finding it in the sparks of amber in his emerald orbs. “I gave him everything.”

“That son’of’a’bitch,” Dean runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll kill ‘im!”

“Killin’ him isn’t going to change the fact that I love…loved him,” you set your jaw, correcting yourself.

“I’m so sorry, YN,” Sam grabs your hand, his own enveloping yours and rubs his thumb across your knuckles, “you don’t deserve this.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Dean adds.

“What does he deserve then,” you counter. You’d love for them to beat him until he was hurting in the outside like you were aching on the inside.

“I thought after everything we’ve faced,” you shook your head in denial, “vamps, rugaroo, shifters, hellhounds, shit, even Michael,” your breath hitches as the name strikes a nerve in Dean, “I never thought the real monster was the one I was sleeping with.”

“Maybe Rowena has something,” Dean suggests, to which you and Sam look on with shock.

“What?” Dean shrugs, “if we can’t kill the asshole, maybe we could have a little fun instead!”

“I broke his nose,” you laughed, “and I may or may not have keyed his car.”

“How’s that for fun,” you thought to yourself.

“Ouch, YN,” Dean puts a hand to his heart, “you don’t mess with a man’s car.”

“Dean!” You shout.

Sam shoves his brother, “Dude, seriously?”

“You don’t mess with this bitch’s heart,” you throw the covers off your legs and push past the brothers.

“Enough of this rom com bullshit,” you grab a few things from your duffel, “I’m going to take a shower,” you point at Dean, “you make me one of your infamous burgers,” making your way towards the hall to the shared bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Sammy let’s get hammered!”

Dean slaps his brother on the back, “you heard the woman!”

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69 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dean drove one day, twenty odd minutes, which was less than it took you to get to the bunker, by the way, breaking more than enough traffic violations to make it to your ex’s house and back to the bunker before you woke from what he could only imagine was a well needed, but awful hangover.

He picked the back door’s lock with finesse and made his way, in the dark, to the sounds of an infomercial on the sixty inch television set. The amount of money this douchebag put into his record collection and gaming systems, you’d think he’s spring for a top of the line security system.

“That’s what YN was for,” Dean grumbled, knowing very well if anyone or anything dared to break into your house, you’d kick its ass to Sunday.

Dean found him with his nose in his cell phone, scrolling through what looked like a dating app, “wasting no time you son of a bitch?” Dean startled him. Your ex’s phone landed with a crack, a high pitched “what the fuck, man!“ escaped his lips, and his eyes found Dean’s.

“Oh, come on,” he scoffed, “Of course it’d be one of you here instead of her to fight her battles.” His breath reeked of Pabst and his tall figure stumbled a second before righting himself. He raised his hands up defensively, his karate teacher would have been so proud to see his form…until Dean’s fist collided with his nose, knocking your ex onto his poor ass.

“She gave you everything,” Dean straddled him landing one punch to his face after another, “she gave,” punch, “up the life,” thwack, “for you!”

Your ex was sniveling, hands blocking his face from the assault, begging Dean, “stop, please, no more man, no more.”

“You broke her heart,” Dean’s knuckles were raw, bleeding, and his fists ached, but he had a smirk on his face, “I heard she broke your nose,” Dean landed one more for prosperity, the deafening crack of another broken nose, was satisfying all the same.

“Just wanted to make sure it stayed that way,”Dean left him wallowing in his own tears, snot, blood, and, “is this piss?” Dean hollered. “Son of a bitch peed on me.”

Dean exited through the front door, wiped his boots on the welcome mat, and whistled, “worth it.”

Turning the engine over, Dean shot Sam a quick text that he was headed back to the bunker and that the hunt he was on ended a-lot earlier than he thought. Sam’s phone chirped, and he chuckled, as he typed out a reply.

“Hope you broke his face.”

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lucasfilm: 16 years ago today, Hayden Christensen donned Darth Vader’s iconic armor for the first time on the set of Revenge of the Sith!

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yall are a little too good at replicating the old tumblr fandom posts please stop i feel like a veteran on the fourth of july

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New Account (PLEASE REBLOG)

New Account.

I’m extremely pissed to say the least. I logged into my account this morning, and everything was gone. Due to someone hacking it, tumblr terminated my entire account.

So, until I figure something out, and hopefully get it back (which may not happen) this is my new account. I have all my series saved on my computer, but they aren’t edited throughly. So, that being said, I will post them shortly, but it will take some time.

If you guys can help me get the word out, PLEASE DO! I lost all my followers, and I already miss them. They were literally the sweetest, genuine, and supportive group and I need them back:(

Love you all, xoxoxo, Kendall

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