hey, how long does it take to understand tumblr?
A very, very long time. Even the creators don't fully understand what they have created. A hellsite for anything and everything. Welcome 😁

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
styofa doing anything
No title available

#extradirty

Product Placement
Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
todays bird

roma★
i don't do bad sauce passes

titsay
taylor price

No title available
trying on a metaphor

No title available
Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
seen from Germany
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from France

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from United States

seen from Hong Kong SAR China

seen from Laos

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Maldives

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@trollhunter94
hey, how long does it take to understand tumblr?
A very, very long time. Even the creators don't fully understand what they have created. A hellsite for anything and everything. Welcome 😁
scrolling back up the fanfiction because you didn’t expect this part to go the way it did so now you have to direct the entire scene in your head with different camera angles and voice acting
When Garth goes to Purgatory he’s going to get all the monsters to stop fighting and love each other.
I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me
People who look at characters who are specifically designed to be gross/disturbing/scary and decide that they're friend shaped and/or boyfriend material are the best kind of people
[???]
As a problem arises, an awareness of it grows; until, as if by accident, that awareness is infected by the problem and its anxieties. Did the problem pre-meditatively choose to allow itself to infect that awareness, and the individual it belongs to? Is the anomaly sentient?
How far one allows this conjecture to extend is the duty of the individual themselves to constrain. However, when an antagonism is hidden by the assumptions that it is inanimate, an enemy might grow in might and power, and slip unseen into those interior territories (that often go entirely undefended) of an individual. Thus, conflict emerges.
Those who decide upon survival awaken to the threat, and choose to begin constructing defensive measures.
A junction emerges. Does one imagine a castle, with a bastion wall, a moat, and a drawbridge?
The donjon was where the occupant of the castle would retreat during a siege. Awaiting psychological siege is a practice that becomes habitual to the mentally damaged.
It is easy to add to this fortification.
Does one, (in contradiction) imagine a computer firewall, with the greatest core depths of the brain an encircled kernel?
Would the human then become vulnerable to infection by computer viruses? The first thoughts of the very worst people would be to begin calculating how to build viruses that can infect humans.
Are offensive attitudes and manoeuvres viable? Training is required. But, who should we ask for this training?
Training to combat insurgent activity takes years. Most would select the ways of the warrior; but, there are other pathways; other roots to an eventual victory.
To select to train as a healer means to reconcile that one must learn to heal by first healing others.
In the annuls of the ancient history of psychosis, there are individuals who stand apart from the majority. They are the unsung heroes of great psychic conflicts that, truthfully, effect the global populous to every corner of the world. As a Golden Age is about to initiate, a huge upheaval often preempts it – from which, the people must then resume what was paused during this elongated span of turbulence.
September ‘21
oh buddy it’s only monday monday
not to be controversial but metatron actually isn’t That Bad... he really just wanted to be the main character
Metatron is fucking precious and no one's ever gonna convince me otherwise
Sincerely, the author of the only completed Metatron/OC fic on AO3
January 20, 2021
I hate that I fully understand this
sam and dean: you’ve been watching us this whole time !?! why didn’t you help us ?!?!
chuck:
Quick Update
Hi Folks,
It’s been a fairly long while since I’ve posted any stories on here, which is soon going to change. I’m determined to give my draft box a good rummage through and post the creations that were never brought to light.
Fics coming up shortly:
Poking the Bear - A Crowley x reader fic, full of smutty smut smut and confined spaces.
Close encounters part 8 - the epic finale to the series, including the long-awaited love scene with our boy Castiel.
Now that I think about it, all I've been writing is smut.
Or maybe not. Here's some other fics to be posted:
Just a scratch part 2 - The story deepens with Mick and the search for a cure. Ooh, drama.
Marvelous misunderstandings - A cheeky Metatron fic, cause who doesn’t love this little A-hole; especially when he’s human.
Witches be crazy parts 2 and 3 - The crossover series with The Originals. This is purely because Vincent Griffith makes for an epic character and I can't get enough of him. Guilty pleasures and all...
Last but not least, I'm diving into a new set of short stories to shake the 2019 blues. I'm calling it the Supernatural spectator collection. Each one will portray an event within the supernatural universe but from an outsider's perspective. Absolute crack and chaos.
These include:
Dental care - Garth’s first case, but from the patient's point of view.
Sandbox shitstorm - An angel/demon fight at heavens gate, from the perspective of a random jogger in the park.
Bananastiel
The Significance of the Grapefruit (or Pulp and Grind)
Summary: You’re avoiding Cas. Dean explains why. You go fix it.
Pairing: Cas x Reader
Warnings: Smut. Nothing y’all haven’t seen in gifs on this hellsite.
Word count: 2997 (Damn, I wanna go write a 3-word sentence, now.)
A/N: This is primarily for the @spnfanficpond‘s Galentine’s Day Exchange, written for @trollhunter94! My muse, however, took a powder, hence why this is late, and I’m officially THE WORST. Last night, I decided to beat her (my muse, not Lisa) over the head with prompts from the Pond’s S14 Weekly Episode Challenge, and she one-upped me by spitting out this fic, which includes one prompt from each week, weeks 8 through 13. Instead of listing them all here, I’m just gonna bold them in the text. (If nothing else, I now have ONE story to add to all of those masterposts.) Special thanks to Tiffany @butiaintgonnaloveem, who read over this and came up with the alternate title!
You stuck your head into the kitchen, and upon seeing the person you were actively trying to avoid, you pulled it back out and proceeded to beat a hasty retreat. Unfortunately, Dean saw you and chased after you.
“Hey! Y/N!” he called, running after you until he caught up, which didn’t take much since you were trying to look nonchalant and he had such a long stride. “Haven’t seen you in days! What’s going on, kiddo?”
“Nothing!” you replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“Then, where’re you goin’? You don’t want to hang out with us, anymore?” Dean looked a little sad at that, and you regretted making him feel that way. After all, he wasn’t the one you were trying to avoid.
“It’s not that, Dean. You know I always love hanging out with you,” you said, leaning into his side affectionately. “I’m, uh, just going on a supply run! Need, ya know, supplies… food… and stuff.”
“We’ve got plenty of food in the kitchen, and it’s snowing outside, so are you sure?” Dean’s face flushed. “I mean, if you need supplies….” His face found an even darker shade of red.
“Not really. I just want food that isn’t burgers and pie, you know?”
Dean grimaced at you, positively aghast. “Not pie?? How dare you?!?”
Keep reading
Whoa nelly! This has everything. Sweet ol’ Castiel and his drunken ramblings, awkward displays of affection and some epic lovemaking. It’s perfect! Thank you <3
Moment of Clarity
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: Demon fight, feelings, mutual pining, declarations of love, kissing.
Summary: It only took Sam Winchester 4 months, 7 cases and one close call to fall hopelessly in love with you.
A/N: Happy Galantine’s Day @oneshoeshort! A little gift of love-struck Sammy <3 Sorry it’s late, I’m the worst.
[Yesterday]
The seconds were running out.
The hunters had become the hunted. The slippery Demon had ambushed you and Sam before a decent plan of action could be made. With a clench of it’s fist, the Demons power pulled you away from Sam’s side and slammed you against the wall.
Organs crushing and twisting inside your chests, the seconds counted down before your untimely demise. As you looked over to the youngest Winchester and saw his equal immobilization, only one option was left.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus-”.
My muse is not being cooperative today.