i don't do bad sauce passes
One Nice Bug Per Day
Monterey Bay Aquarium
hello vonnie
🪼
⁂
sheepfilms
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
blake kathryn
if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
No title available
Peter Solarz
Xuebing Du
izzy's playlists!
occasionally subtle
★
seen from United States
seen from Colombia
seen from Brunei
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Belgium
seen from Indonesia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from New Zealand
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
@trickheaven
The bestest trickster, the most popular Casa Erotica star, and everybody's favorite archangel: GABRIEL!
Please, please, not all at once. You can send your autograph wishes to [email protected].
private rp sideblog for the archangel Gabriel of cw's Supernatural
carrd * memes * headcanons
affiliated with: @cainevesson & @crowndinglory
13.21 + dick jokes
"Oli. Wolfie. You're open-minded, right? Let me introduce you to the wonders of hentai." (you know who <3)
"Open-mindedness has its limits, Gabe."
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to have mixed feelings about this?"
@trickheaven
"If you put limits on open-mindedness, then it's not open anymore. C'mon. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. You can always say no after." Where did the TV come from? Gabriel, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, plops on A sofa that hadn't been there a second ago, and pats the cushion next to himself.
[ TXT: nuisance 🍭 ] : ok. i'm choosing not to research this.
[ TXT: nuisance 🍭 ] : considering the number of bizarre substances you willingly ingest, i cannot rule it out entirely.
[ TXT: nuisance 🍭 ] : drink some water. and stop putting questionable people in your mouth.
[text: THE Autist] Hey, that guy was HOT. Like, he literally was a supermodel [text: THE Autist] And why would he be questionable just bc he smoked a joint? Your BFF is a fucking alkie [text: THE Autist] Hey, do u think one would get second-hand drunk after sucking off Dean? Quick, test that theory!
it feels like gabriel is almost desperately excited. like a virgin about to finally pop his cherry excited and the thought makes sam snort. maybe he could have avoided his hundreds of tuesdays if he'd just offered to blow the trickster. ( now that was a thought! ) but he likes the way that gabriel is eager because it means he might get another taste of blood later on. sam's like a dog with a bone.
lets gabriel pull him down into a kiss without complaint. a hand cupping the archangel's neck. there's a hunger in sam that's awakened with blood. a need for more. more blood, more touch. more of a lot of things. he's hungry and he's hoping gabriel satiates that hunger. "for a porn star you're more eager than i thought you'd be," he teases.
(SAM. SAMMY BOY. Gabriel 100 % would have stopped the Groundhog Day scenario if you had blown him. He's quite easy like that, it's true.)
"What, you think sex ever gets boring?" he asks as he pushes a hand under Sam's ever-present flannel to scratch his nails over the sensitive skin under Sam's belly button. "Sex is awesome, even after 2,000 years of banging yourself across the world. There are always new people to experience it with. New people with new kinks," he adds as he brings up his free hand with the cut on his thumb to seduce Sam a little more. He presses his finger against Sam's lips. "Wanna rethink your earlier statement?"
CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS
Repost & fill in the words you most associate with your character.
Animal: a crow (bc they mess with other animals, like pulling dog's tails, and steal shiny shit) and a raccoon (bc they're cheeky little bastards that steal food)
Color: gold and a reddish brown
Month: August
Song: Asia: Heat of the Moment (naturally) and Tom Jones: Sexbomb
Number: 69 ;)
Day or night: Evening
Plant: cacao tree
Smell: Chocolate
Season: the fifth season: Carnival! (that's what we call it in German at least)
Food: candy candy candy
Astrological sign: Sagittarius
Element: fire
Drink: hot chocolate
taggedy by: @drwlf tagging: @bloodsalted @cainevesson @normaltothemax @m0tel
can i get uhhhh a lil kiss (by i i mean wolf)
"LITTLE, HUH? How little are we talking?" He presses an open-mouthed kiss directly below Oliver's earlobe. "Like that? Or maybe…" Gabriel moves along the good doctor's jaw, mouth closed this time, but a cheeky tongue still dips out and wets Oliver's skin near the chin. "More like that? Perhaps you'd prefer…" A perfectly ordinary and almost innocent kiss is now pressed to Oliver's cheek. "This? I could also offer…" A short peck on closed lips. Gabriel smirks as he steps back. "Or I could always kiss your ass. Your choice."
// Gabriel's Safe Word is Brussels Sprouts 😌
I WANT TO ARGUE WITH HIM, TELL HIM THERE'S NO WAY.
But Carol dragged me to enough parties in med school that I stopped keeping track of who I went home with, and he could be right, and I just don't remember.
Not my proudest era, but it was what it was. And it doesn't change the fact that he broke into my home, and he really needs to go.
"Okay. So what if we did?"
My eyes narrow at him.
"I don't give it away so easily anymore."
THIS SOUNDS LIKE A CHALLENGE, so Gabriel immediately jumps onto it, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. "If I remember correctly, last time, all it took was an invitation to McDonald's," he points out, slowly remembering the whole thing. What, he has sex basically every day; he's bound to struggle a little.
"So I guess a Michelin restaurant this time?" Should Gabriel be doing this? Probably not. He's kinda undercover, after all. He just faked his death a second time, and he should lie low. But banging a sexy doctor who then might be even more inclined to help Castiel is basically his heroic duty or something. "We got Tra Di Noi, which is Italian cuisine. Or, if you're up for experiencing something more unique, there's Çka Ka Qëllu, which offers Balkan dishes."
to add to my Relentless Gabriel Streak, here’s a SUPER speedy messy paint i did of gabe last night when i couldn’t sleep, of a scene that i should’ve drawn WEEKS AGO
(this piece is available on redbubble!)
( open. )
❝ I blessed a Twitter and Grindr... ❞ And he's only just now realizing he should have checked... ❝ They're NOTHING NEFARIOUS, are they? ❞
"The first most definitely, the latter? Well, I'd say you've been doing the Lord's Work with that, dear brother. And made someone get lucky."
Just so you're aware, I'm not wearing any underwear right now. (Trickheaven ;))
"Do you ever?"
I say that with a cheeky grin and the furrowed eyebrows that follow every kooky, strange thing Gabe tells me, all things he's very well used to.
He's less used to the way I pull him flush against me, no further questions asked. Just the ghost of my breath over the atoms that compose his humanoid body. He smells sweet, I notice, as I make my way up to his ear and take the lobe between my teeth, one nibble and a tug before I drop it in favor of whispering, my beard brushing against what would be ticklish spots on a regular human.
"Good. Saves me the trouble of getting you out of them."
RANDOM PROMPTS: INTIMACY EDITION - @trickheaven
LOOK AT THAT! Gabriel seems to have been an excellent influence on Oliver during the last, ah, decade or so, or maybe he ate something aphrodisiac and is reaping the benefits now (isn't chocolate said to have that effect?). While usually not that quick to rile up, the good doctor now practically starts to devour the archangel. Not that he's complaining.
"I sometimes wear sexy underwear. As a treat," Gabriel corrects as he tilts his head to offer Oli more space. Damn, get that lobe, Wolfie. His hands start to crawl under Oliver's shirt, thumb brushing over the sweet line of hair leading to promised lands further south. "I'm not complaining here. But what made you so horny, huh? Just so I can repeat it in the future."
// Gabriel when @supegod already breaks down after part 1 of 10 of his prank:
out of his pockets, he pulls an absurd amount of chocolate bars. like more chocolate than should realistically fit in his pockets. ( he's making good use of his nephil abilities ) and proceeds to hand over an array of brands and flavors to his uncle. "what's 'real fun' uncle gabe?" he looks up at his uncle with a smile, excited for whatever gabriel was about to show him.
GABRIEL IMMEDIATELY GOES INTO TEACHING MODE. This young padawan needs to learn what chocolate bar is magnificent, what is good, what is less than ideal, and what you should only eat after you've been deprived of candy for at least a week and nothing better is around. He sorts the piles accordingly, but stops at Jack's innocent question. Like. Really innocent. It makes something indefinable crawl up Gabriel's neck. "Uuuuhhhhh—how old do you think you are?"
"Okay, favorite candy-", Annie asks with another bite of Almond Joy in her mouth. Chewing, not very lady-like, but who fucking cares in the 21st century, right? "What are your top three?"
"HMMMM…" Gabriel seems to put more thought into that question than he does into world-ending problems. But that's because he deems candy more important than apocalypses, religious or otherwise. "Okay, so, number 1: Maltesers. Perfect combination of sweet and crispy. Number 2: Storck Riesen. The way they glue your jaw together? Amazing. That's what chocolate should do. And lastly, number 3: Strawberry Mochi. I know, I know, it's actually more like a dessert than candy, but my point still stands."
The Gabriel of his homeworld might be different in some ways, but the mouth? Michael recognizes that very well. No, he gets the fellow archangel's resentment, so offense is as far from his spirit as can be— his guilt would be bigger if the situation back there had painted a different picture. "What, you think I actually enjoyed executing you?" Michael huffs, a joyless laugh almost. Cocking his head to the side, brows creased with lingering disbelief, he negates Gabriel's attempt to paint him a kinslayer through a shake of his head. "Gabriel, you stepped in front of Lucifer and challenged me in his stead. I had to conclude you're defending him." And does he need to explain what his mission requires him to do to angels who sympathize with the devil? A tale as old as the universe.
GABRIEL BRISTLES AT THE CHOICE OF WORDS. Listen, execution is one-sided, and as far as Gabriel remembers, he did get at least one good punch in. Which is a lot for the sweet, innocent angel that was created for love, not war! But teaching a grunt proper terminology is like bringing coals to Newcastle.
"You fucking dimwit," he says, "I wasn't defending fucking Lucifer, I was stepping between you and the Winchesters and that portal. I had hoped Luci would be distracting enough, but instead of killing him properly, as should have been your job, you put your attention on the two things I couldn't let you get your hands on. And stop being all high and mighty, asshole, who made a pact with the devil to universe-hop, huh?"
i been rewatchin spn :-)
