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I wouldn’t have stayed in the fanfiction game for so long if it weren’t for a handful of friends and fellow writers, folks who encourage and inspire me daily. This list is only a fraction of what my friend can do/has done, and i highly recommend all of it.

@minefield-of-a-ninja 💙💙💙

andrew-garfielld

The Last of Us | 01x06, “Kin” The Mandalorian | 02x03, “Chapter 11: The Heiress”

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triskeleaficionado

@boondoctorwho

everythingfox

Catwalk

neil-gaiman

That’s just Tim Curry in The Worst Witch, though. I see no cat.

birds-and-friends

Full Video: Riekko mukana hiihtoreissulla, Tolkuton Willow ptarmigan included in ski trip

comixextra

For the love of god, PLEASE UNMUTE!!!

bombcollar

ptarmigan: [in a deep, croaking voice] awow awow awow awow awow awow awow. awow. awow. awow… awow… bup bup bup bup bup bup. pow. pow. pow.

creaturetooth

Eyebrows,,,,,,,,,,,,,…….

littleguysdaily

kitmarlowe

This is so far from the filth you requested a couple of weeks ago I sincerely apologize but I absolutely cannot get this image out of my head, had to share if! if you want to ignore this please do!! I 100% recognize I am NOT sticking to the assignment.

Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Something about me will never stop wanting Dean Winchester to receive love and comfort 💕

Please never apologize for loving Dean Winchester xox

Characters/pairing: Dean Winchester x GN reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

“Dean, just let me make you feel good.”

He hesitates with a sideways glance and a crooked brow. “You do, babe.”

He says it like he’s trying to subdue you, and it’s almost patronizing. But you can’t remember the last time — or even the first time — he let you take care of him, which is worse than condescension if you’re being honest.

“Stop.”

Dean immediately halts his downward path to undoubtedly bury his face between your legs, then flicks his eyes up to meet your gaze. “What is it?”

“Come up here,” you say, wiggling toward the headboard until it’s flush with your back and your ass is burrowed into the mountain of pillows.

Dean twists his lips and glares at you playfully, gliding his hands up from your knees and along your thighs. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes as he kneels between your open legs.

jamesspadersnortingspafflines

I needed this on a cellular level.

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worldhammerer-old

what if vampires are like mosquitoes and only the ladies drink blood

Pretty sure that would mean the fellas drink tree sap or something. Imagine running from a vampire thru the woods and passing her husband who’s biting a tree real hard

elf-kid2

Maple syrup vampire husband

patentlyabsurdrpgideas

Encounter: Maple syrup vampire husband drinking sap in the woods, also trying to lure you to his literally bloodthirsty wife.

nuclear-mech-wizard-deactivated

The wife has the classic Villain Of The Night aesthetic, all black, flowing cape, everything, and her husband is wearing red flannel, overalls, a beard, and is welding a log-splitting axe

patentlyabsurdrpgideas

This person gets it! Classic vampire lady and her lumberjack husband!

old-world-bird

I regret nothing

countesspetofi

LUMBERDRAC

rylandsgrace

28 Days Teaser for Chapter Two

Twenty-four hours after waking up in the hospital with multiple injuries and the acrid contempt of his little brother, Dean is informed he’s being transferred to a rehab facility.

He isn’t allowed any real pain medication, and he’s riding a class VI hangover, even with fluids being pumped into his body. His head, shoulder, ribcage, and hips are throbbing. He’s starving, too, but he knows there’s no way in Hell he’d be able to keep any food down.

In the early afternoon, he’s escorted to Discharge by hospital security. He wishes he’d showered because his skin is itchy, and he knows he looks like hammered shit. When the guards walk him outside, he sees Nick and Zeke waiting for him in Zeke’s 4Runner.

“Fuck,” Dean mutters under his breath.

Sam undoubtedly hand-picked the Green Berets to transport Dean’s sorry ass to Kansas City. Not only do Nick and Zeke not give a single shit about other people’s drama, but they’re also brick fucking walls of defense.

The security guards disappear back inside the building, leaving Dean no other choice than to limp toward his former teammates. As he nears the vehicle, Nick climbs out of the passenger seat and opens the back door.

Dean floats an attempt at good humor, which promptly falls flat on its face.

“You two suck at Roshambo, or what?”

Nick’s silent, answering smirk is devoid of any trace of mirth.

Dean purses his lips and bobs his head before ducking to gingerly slide across the backseat next to his familiar duffle. He immediately pictures his Dopp kit inside the bag with his trusty bottle of pills.

With the combination of his injuries, this epic fucking hangover, and his escorts’ chilly reception, he could really use a Vicodin or two right now, but Sam’s no idiot. He chose Nick and Zeke for more than their lack of investment in bullshit or their multiple factors of intimidation; Dean can only assume that everything in that bag has been thoroughly searched and stripped.

“D’you pack my SpongeBob toothbrush? It’s my fave.” Dean asks from the back as Zeke wordlessly pulls away from the curb.

“Packed what was on the list and nothing that wasn’t, Chief,” Nick replies, confirming Dean’s suspicion.

Chapter Two will be up on Wednesday, February 8!

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deluluinlalaland-deactivated202

So like all the gifs that indicate i am excited and eagerly anticipating the rest of the chapter make it seem like the chapter is full of action and cliffhanger. Honestly I’m just really looking forward to it and had to stop myself from messaging you multiple times today and yesterday to ask if it was Wednesday yet.

No, but really, is it Wednesday yet?

greatcometcas

Doctor Who, Rose // Supernatural, Sympathy For the Devil

Inside Your Safe Haven

Summary: “This is the last time.” Joel always says. You both know it’s not.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Rough sex. Angst. Darker tone. You know me.

A/N: I don’t even know what to write here. Nerd Gummy Clusters were sent from God.

He takes it all out on you. All of it. Inundates you in the isolated ghost of the night when the remnants of the world are back in their bunks and the zone is on lockdown. Joel sneaks into your room, props a chair against the door to jam the lock, and pushes you back onto your mattress that sags with the weight of you both.

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Absolutely, bitterly gorgeous

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radishnt

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

mothman-misato

y- you were putting it in cold water?????

Radish. Answer the question radish.

radishnt

yeah??? i thought for like. 5 years that ppl just put it in hot water 2 speed up the tea-ification process didn’t realize there was an actual reason

You dont have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes???

[ID: Tags reading “u think i have the patience to boil water wtf ?????” /End ID]

why are you. putting it in the microwave to boil it

Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove

Its takes less than a minute

Bestie is ur stovetop powered by the fucking sun

How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove

Like seven minutes

Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat n it boils in like two minutes… less than that is u use a saucepan…

Crying you’re putting the whole mug on the stove ???? On medium heat???? Ur stove is enchanted

pidoop

Every single person in this post is a fucking lunatic

silverjirachi

Yet another post that reads like four shakespeare characters who come out in the middle of the play to talk about something completely unrelated for comic relief

wizardlyghost

(Enter RADISHN’T, MOTHMAN MISATO, BOIMG FROG and CATS'N RAINCOATS, stage left. They are having a HEATED DISCUSSION.)

RADISHN’T: Prithee, which one of you had planned to tell

Of diff'rent flavours gained by simple act

Of brewing tea with water hot, not cold?

MOTHMAN: Egad! you poured the water cold? Wherefore?!

FROG: An answer from you, Radish, I must beg.

RADISHN’T: Indeed I did, dear friends - why does this shock?

Without the guide of others I assumed

That heat was merely added for the sake

Of expediting this solution’s brewing!

Half a decade I have spent, or more,

Not questioning this worldview I had made.

In fact, I am myself a bit surprised

That you might think that I, your dearest friend,

Might have a patience of sufficient stock

To wait until a pot of water boils.

FROG: Three minutes overtaxes patience so?

The microwave will beep when it is done!

CATS'N: My friend, this answer vexes me the more!

Can it be true that thou dost boil by nuke?!

FROG: Are you in turn, my friend, so shocked to know

That I have not the patience, like our Root,

To boil upon the stove our favour’d drink?

CATS'N: It takes less than a minute!

FROG: On what plate?

Perhaps your dinner cooks atop the sun?

CATS'N: How long can take your stove to fill the task

Of boiling but a single cup alone?

FROG: In minutes?

CATS'N: Yes!

FROG: I counted seven, once.

CATS'N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked!

If on a middle heat you place the cup

You soon will have the scalding drink you crave.

Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate

Or even less, if you should have a pot.

FROG: You cause me tears - is this how thou dost live?

You place upon the iron stove a mug?

A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold?

How do these flames, though medium in height,

Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing?

Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched

With magicks far beyond the mortal ken!

(The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.)

KING: Ev'ry single person in this group must be a fucking lunatic, it seems.

elodieunderglass

dustyxoverture

I’m sorry but the THOUGHT that has been put into this, I actually CAN’T—

The fact that nearly every line is so metrically considered- near perfect iambic pentameter witb the occasional trochee for emphasis, but usually retaining a strong sense of rhythm nonetheless. And then the king comes in at the end, so wound in his disbelief that his response is reduced to prose.

And the even better thing about this is how easy it would have been to structure the king’s line into iambic pentameter: it is effectively already said as such because of the way wizardlyghost has phrased it, yet they haven’t!! They did not break the line, rendering what, by all typically of both Shakespearean canon and other periods context should be the character with the most command and authority in the whole play. If there was ever a more effective way to convey a genuine “what the fuck??”, I know of it not.

But it gets better!! Shakespeare regularly uses meter in order to represent class divide; the nobility usually speak in iambic pentameter, save for a few particularly chosen moments (e.g. Lady Macbeth’s descent into madness, Othello’s realisation of Desdemona’s “betrayal”) or just lines where Shakespeare needs to suggest high emotion or when a character is lost in thought. Supernatural characters like the fairies in A Midsummer Night’s Dream and the Witches in Macbeth usually speak in trochaic tetrameter, an inversion of iambic pentameter. Lower class characters, particularly those used for comic relief (usually under the influence of alcohol), speak with no structure at all: their language is plain prose. Therefore, if this is a conversation between these types of characters, as the prompt from silvergirachi suggests, why the hell are the characters speaking so eloquently???

Now, this is Tumblr. It is subsequently logical to assume that this may have merely been a humorous recreation (and a very good one at that) of the Shakespearean style in a way that is widely recognisable to an audience that may or may not have read a great deal of Shakespeare, which is understandable. However, logic is boring so I’m going to probe further into this to the point where future historians will look to this as an example of overanalysing.

The inherent eloquence of the characters here suggests an unusual subversion of the roles typically assumed in Shakespearean comedy. This could be interpreted along two major avenues: firstly, that the rhetoric displayed by the speakers is fundamentally representative of how truth can be expected even from the most seemingly pointless or ludicrous discussions. Furthermore, it could suggest that it matters not how well constructed your speeches are: if you talk bullshit, it’s going to sound that way despite your attempts to hide it.

This is similar but not identical to the second avenue of interpretation: there is the implication that the noblemen in the play are in fact the comic relief characters, therefore implying that the “common people” of the play are the ones whose influence, though not expressed in such a highly spoken manner, makes a lot more sense than whatever the hell this is. If this was a real Shakespeare play, I would call it a subtle exploration into the innate corruption of the rich and powerful. Well done, op.

Now, I doubt any of this is actually grounded analysis in any way, shape or form, but if someone else can take this to the extremes of writing a Shakespearean scene, why can I not analyse it as such? And where else to do so than Tumblr?

wizardlyghost

im in tears i didnt think anyone would put this much analysis into this‚ thank you so much

whetstonefires

i also like that everyone else gets a version of their handle and then tumblr user pidoop is promoted to king

tornadointhetundra

Oh my god you’re right no one mentions that you can use an electric kettle to make the tea.

wizardlyghost

i’ve been getting notifications from this post for over a year now and i can assure you, literally fucking everyone mentions that you can use an electric kettle to make tea.

Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty

Warnings/tags: explicit, rough sex, dirty talk, public sex, Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world, reader is female AFAB

Words: 1500

“Two Budweiser bottles and two Tin Cups for the pretty boys in the corner.” She wipes her hands on a bar rag and shakes her long black waves over her shoulders as she sips ice water through one lucky fucken straw.

Butcher’s been watching her for the last hour and a half. Apart from his dearly departed, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen — self-possessed and even-tempered with a voice like candied peaches. He wants to fuck the sweet right out of that voice.

So when she says pretty boys, he’s curious about what that means to her.

He takes a discreet look over his shoulder toward the men in question. Carhartt, flannel, logger boots... Butcher’s a confused by what’s pretty about them.

“Outta Tin Cup,” the bar back states, sliding her the beers.

She shrugs. “Bulleit, then. BRB.”

She turns on her heel and strides toward the table in the corner. Her thin, white t-shirt and jeans hug every curve, and as she nears the table, the one with short hair rakes his eyes over her. Butcher can’t blame him.

Her bronzed arms flex as she stretches and bends to set their beers down in front of them. He knows exactly what those men are thinking because he’s thinking the same thing.

“Bulleit up, Keeks.”