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4 season 6 episode- Yellow Fever
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Foodie Dean Winchester, Cook!Sam, Brobands, Bunker Fic, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Foodie Sam Winchester, sexualized language, Horn Dog Dean, Shameless Sam Objectification, A Brother Looking At His Brother, Food Porn, Praise Kink Summary:
Look–he was sick of all of the ribbing about his cooking. When it was his turn, even when he produced passable, edible, even delicious meals– Dean wolfed it all down without saying a word other than "more." Then washed it down with beer. And Sam ended up feeling disappointed. Waiting for praise that never came, for a compliment. Anything. He was always quick to verbalize his love for Dean's cooking. And he was a good cook, that was true, but Sam wasn't bad either. Just once, he wanted to hear the same from his brother.
He wanted a compliment...
HERE IT IS, GUYS! I FINISHED IT!
@of-sacrament-and-sincest
yeah no with the amount of the abuse and awful things done to kids in PJO, I want Travis and Connor to be those maladjusted only have each other feral kids. Talk at the same time. No concept of personal space. I want them to be like Sam and Dean Winchester where the rest of the world can burn if it means keeping each other alive. Absolutely ripped from @grim-work Winchester post because yes to everything they said.
i forgot the most imporatant question:
can you make roti?
if we mean the food then bitch i am not your housewife. however if we mean the food-turned-weapon then goddamn yes let's go fuck shit up with these frisbees slightly hard, maybe-a-little-raw rotis fresh from the thava!!

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Happy birthday to me (in 4 months)
Also! I decided to make my 16-year-old self INCREDIBLY HAPPY for my upcoming 41st birthday. I saw an ad in Zürich for a Phil Collins concert -- here's apparently out of retirement and back on tour. And despite extensive efforts on my part as a teen (entering contests many times; extracting a promise from my parents that I could travel to neighboring states if he ever came to a town near us), I never got to see him. Or Genesis. Or Peter Gabriel. (Those of you who know the history of Genesis may spot a theme.) And they were my absolute faves.
I did eventually see Peter in concert several times, which was amazing. And as of this morning, I have tickets near the front of the stage (11th row) to see Phil!! I don't think I will take the self-insert fic I wrote about him as a teen to throw onstage. Probably.
I can’t sleep now knowing that during a fanmeeting back in 2016, a fan suggested that Moonbyul rap the part in Moderato but she didn’t know it. So instead, she suggested that she perform a version of Moderato with Wheein, as long as Wheein agrees.
Wheein just replied with, “I’ll perform it very erotically.” And ofc everyone started screeching.
But to this day, there’s still no performance and I feel dead inside.