(i thought you might want to be tagged in this)

anonymous asked:

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[from “Sword Age, Wolf Age”]

“What do you think, Thor,” Loki said after a moment, looking away again. He sounded disgusted, tugging his sleeve back down with jerky movements. “What do you want me to say? You watched me die.”

“But…”

Loki’s lips twisted. “You thought I lied. Tricked you. An awfully convincing deceit that would have been. No, Thor. I died. Hela thought I might still be useful. Yes, I was bound to her. Was. With sufficient disfiguring I could disrupt the runes and free myself, upon which I went to the dungeons and freed you. A choice I am beginning to regret.”

Loki turned on his heel and began to walk away. Thor shook himself and hurried after. “Loki,” he said, and stopped. “You were dead.”

“Yes,” Loki said curtly. “I do not recommend it.”

Thor shuddered. He didn’t want to imagine. So Loki had died, in truth, and been dragged back from his rest, shackled to Hela-

He frowned. “She should not have been able to reach you. You earned Valhalla.”

Loki laughed, short and brutal. “Even if there is such a place, I doubt it would welcome my kind, Thor. Are you going to harp on this?”

“If you could have freed yourself all along,” Thor asked, “why not before now?”

The briefest hesitation. Thor flattered himself that he might not have noticed before, then felt a brush of sadness realizing that he would not have noticed because he had believed he could trust Loki implicitly. 

🎉Selfie party🎉

I thought id do this because I rly appreciate all of my followers and thought it might be a good way to spread positivity and have fun!

Rules are the typical ones

• gotta be following me since its for my followers
• tag me in an old selfie or new selfie and ill reblog it
• if some time goes by and I didn’t reblog it then that means I didn’t see it so message me and I will!
• it will go on until I get too tired and I’ll make a post when its over
• ill tag all of the photos as “selfie party” if anyone wants to blacklist it
• if you want to participate but dont want to use a current selfie you can post pictures of your pets or even cute baby photos bc those are always fun
• (this isnt a rule but if you participate you should try to reblog others pictures or reply with compliments, spread some positivity♡)

Hey! I noticed @fit-physicist tagged me for a sds, so I thought I take one during my lunch break. I am on my way home to eat some food I prepared for myself this morning :)
Normally I would tag people for this, but today I will leave it up to you. If you want to show your pretty face, go for it! If not, that’s fine too! :D
Have a great weekend everyone :)

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY I AM 

 Lemme walk you through this official piece of art~

 OK SEASON 1: In season one we got hit with a brilliant plot twist which revealed that Pidge was female. Allura (the sweetheart) was the one to find out and actively show support. Allura and Pidge hold the sign “gender" 

 SEASON 2: Boom! Fan theory confirmed! Keith, the poor tortured soul, was confirmed Galra which caused a lil rift in the team. On a mission with Hunk (aka ball of sunshine) he was shown to comfort him a lot, all be it in his own quirky way. Keith and Hunk are holding the "race” sign. 

 WHICH BRINGS US TO THE LGBT+ SIGN WE HAVE A CONFIRMED DATE FOR SEASON 3 SO LETS GO

 In all of their signs, the people who were helped look a bit more shy or awkward . Who looks shy and awkward in the lgbt one? LANCE! 

 AND SPACE DAD LOOKS CONFIDENT AS EVER

 lance, my child, might just have been confirmed as part of the LGBT community. Take that as you want, but I personally would like to believe he’s bisexual. But obviously trans, gay ect are still open to thought! 

 I’m genuinely so so happy about this, if it’s true or not, the art is enough to make me smile.

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Sometimes I feel myself getting stuck in a CAS rut and a lot of my sims end up looking very similar. I’ve seen these types of click and drag generators often as writing resources, or as silly games to predict the “future” and thought it might be interesting to tailor it and incorporate it directly into the sims so I’ve thrown a quick one together. Everything is still quite open-ended so it’s all up for personal interpretation, it’s just a push to get you started. 

*Note: I included alien and vampire under gender. If you get one of these options, feel free to drag again until you get male/female to determine the gender, or choose it yourself. Like I said this isn’t set in stone and is more for inspiration than hardcore rules. If you don’t have the vampire pack, just pull a different result. No biggie.

By no means do I take any form of credit for this idea, I’m sure it’s probably even been done on simblr in the past, I just wanted to throw my hat in the ring and thought I’d share it with all you lovelies as well. x

Might make a fun challenge too? tag your creations as #clickanddragcas or something and see what this prompts us all to make maybe idk!! just have fun nd make cute sims

I know that Ethan’s not gonna hit a milestone for a lil while but I’ve been thinking about a plan to hold a meetup because I’ve seen it be done for Jack (like fofparty or bossweek) and it would be so cool to make it happen.

Not saying that I am super qualified to do it, (I might as well hand this idea over to someone else) But I’m just having a thought where it’s a simple hangout for celebrating Ethan hitting 300k using a tag since that’s how it is usually done. Posting stuff under it and just getting to know people, you know?

Idk if it would even go well when the time actually comes but I want to make it a possibility. I also maybe should message people about this who might be interested in helping me out.

So if you guys have any input on this at all please let me know cause I’m making a lot of considerations for it when he actually gets close to 300k :D

And if this just gets buried then honestly I’ll still go with it anyways, who knows this is just the basis for the idea.

Thanks for reading this mess regardless though! (if it even makes sense haha sorry i can’t word that well sometimes..)

When you see a hot girl for the first time and realise that you might not be as heterosexual as you first thought.

From the absolute bottom of my heart, I want to thank the a-spec community for always being there when I needed it.

When I didn’t have an account yet and sent asks to blogs for a-spec people, asking to learn, asking for help because I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. And they told me that nothing was wrong, that I might be like them and I belonged if I wanted to stay.

When I was a terrified kid who thought I had know everything about myself right away or else I was faking, tearing myself apart with contradictions. And I looked in the ace and aro tags, and I calmed down when I saw people saying that it was okay not to know, that it didn’t make you wrong to be unsure.

When I came face-to-face with my debilitating fear of attraction and sexuality and pushed all of it down so deep I nearly forgot about it, I found the label aroace. And I used it, delighted to have a word to describe myself even though it didn’t quite fit, secure in the knowledge that I belonged somewhere.

When I called a suicide hotline and bawled about being aro, ace, and agender, because I thought no one would ever love me, only to have my dad call me a nothing who loves nothing to my face right after. And I cried to bloggers through asks, and they told me that he was wrong, that I would be loved and I could love, that I was not subhuman and cold for my orientation.

When I explored my identity more and experimented with romantic attraction, trying demirom and panrom, asking ace bloggers if it was okay to change my labels like this. And they said that if I felt like a label no longer fit me, I could do some thinking and try another one as many times as I needed until I found one that was right.

When I had my first squish and fell into a crisis because I thought it was romantic or even sexual attraction that I felt. And they explained to me, lovingly and patiently, about QPRs and platonic attraction, telling me it was normal.

When I switched back to aroace after three years of identifying as panrom ace because I understood that I never felt romantic attraction even though I love my fiance more than anything. And I happily told my favorite bloggers about my discovery, to which they replied that they were proud of me.

When I used the discourse as emotional self-harm and dissociated because of the disconnect between what I was reading and what I had lived through. And the community gathered around me and protected me and helped me even as I broke down.

When I rediscovered my fear of attraction and sexuality and finally understood the root of it, pushing through until I truly knew myself. And they were happy for me, even though I left behind the community that has been with me for so long.

I’m a gay trans man who has struggled with internalized homophobia and a horrific fear of sexuality to the point that I essentially forced myself not to feel any kind of attraction. I’m not completely comfortable with myself yet. I don’t quite fully understand my identity yet. I could be grey ace or demi, but I also could not.

Aphobes love to use people like me as some sort of twisted pawn, but they don’t see the whole story.

Yes, I identified as a-spec because of internalized homophobia, but if I had never found the community, I would still be that terrified little kid who thought he was broken, cold, wrong, subhuman, and dirty. I would never have discovered as much about myself as I have. I would never have been able to openly, happily, proudly call myself gay without the a-spec community’s love, support, and encouragement to learn and grow.

I probably wouldn’t even be alive.

Thank you all so, so much. I love every one of you, and I am so sorry this discourse is still going on, because you don’t deserve it. They don’t understand what this community means to people, even to those who quite possibly no longer fall on the a-spectrum.

With everything I have, with all my love, thank you so much for always being such a wonderful community of caring individuals.

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Orangie Sungjong Aesthetic 

(Thanks to @soooldout for tagging me)

Working Together

Finn Balor/Reader/Seth Rollins- The boys help reader build a table from IKEA and now she really wants to thank them for their help.
Warnings: a slight daddy kink like always, spanking.

Tagging:
@fioportella @ridingmoxley @alexispoo @alexahood21 @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @ambrosegirlforever @kinkymaminicole @hardcorewwetrash (thought you guys might want to read this maybe?)


I love shopping for furniture but I hate putting it all together. I had gotten a table from IKEA and now its sitting on my dining room floor reminding me of how lazy I really am. I just moved to Orlando to be closer to everyone in the WWE and I really didn’t have time to put together a table. I groaned at the thought of me messing the table up but went ahead and started opening the box.

I ran into some problems immediately. First the table part itself is longer than me so I couldn’t even begin to work on that and second who owns a screwdriver anymore. After a few minutes I decided I was done and I was now laying on my dining room floor eating ice cream.

A knock on the door startled me, “COME IN ITS UNLOCKED.” I screamed hoping that the person on the other side heard me. I turned my head to see Finn smiling at me, “Hey.” I waved my spoon at him making him chuckle. I tilted my head more to see Seth standing behind him, “Hi sethie poo.” I giggle when I heard Seth mumble something about how stupid that nickname was.

“What are you doing?” Finn asked as he walked towards me. I didn’t bother moving from the floor even as Finn stepped over me to look at the pieces of the table.

I took a bite of ice-cream before I spoke, “I was building a table but I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore because the top is longer than I am.” I huffed into the ice-cream feeling a little bit of defeated.

“Well you could of ask me or him and we could of helped you.” Seth was pointing at Finn who was nodding his head in agreement. I looked up at the two of them and smiled.

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Hannibal Rewatch

Here’s the schedule for March 2017 Hannibal Rewatch (the format got a little wonky when I downloaded it).

You might notice there are no times listed for each episode, I decided to get rid of a specific time to watch the episode because I know the fandom is worldwide, and you guys are also busy people, so I wanted to make sure y’all had time to participate :).

Anyways, I thought we’d use #HannibalRewatch2k17 for any posts regarding the rewatch. If y’all wanted, we could also tag each episode individually to focus our discussions.

Finally, if any of you guys are unsure of where to watch Hannibal, here is a collection of links by the lovely @the-winnowing-wind

Bad Girlfriend

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Based on the song “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Deadman. Dean is concerned that you are not behaving like a good girlfriend; but maybe Castiel likes you that way.

Warnings: Sassy Cas, smut (male receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, grace!kink, dom!cas, a hint of voyeurism if you squint)

A/N: I heard the song and thought about how Castiel might not be the outwardly jealous and possessive angel some fics make him out to be. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to my master tag list and feedback is always welcome.

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Hey guys!! I haven’t made CC in a while and I made these the other day so I thought I’d post them! There would be more swatches but I wanted to stick with pastels, I might make some darker ones sometime too! 

  • Requires Backyard Stuff
  • 8 Swatches - Pastel Colours
  • Varying Patterns
  • Standalone

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Please consider tagging me if you use them in photos! I’d really appreciate it ^^ 

(sorry the edits kinda ehhh but you get the picture! My photoshop was laggy and weirdddddd)

A Way to You Again: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and a little Smut (nothing too raunchy)

Word Count: 1547

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! My brain is only halfway working right now – so hopefully I didn’t miss any egregious mistakes.

Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

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Originally posted by blackdalliance

“Bucky – stop someone might see,” I sighed – completely exasperated as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck. I was trying to cook dinner for everyone at Stark Tower without actually burning anything – god only knew how bad of a cook I actually was.

“I don’t care,” he murmured against my skin – nipping my neck and sending a bolt of electricity down my spine.

It had started innocently and slowly several months ago. I was new to the Avengers and trying to acclimate into the group. My hand had accidentally brushed against his as I was reaching for a coffee mug in the kitchen cabinet. The corners of his lips had twitched slightly when he looked at me – causing my cheeks to burn red. After that we had both gravitated towards each other without even thinking about it. In the weeks that followed Bucky had made a silent but steady pursuit for my attention – always taking advantage of any opportunity presented to him.

During movie night – when Sam had made everyone watch the Hangover for the millionth time – Bucky had stealthily entwined my fingers with his under the blanket we shared. Towards the end of the movie, when I had announced that I was too tired to stay up any longer he had feigned tiredness and followed me down the hallway. As soon as we were out of sight from the others he had pulled me into him – kissing me softly as his hands travelled up and down the sides of my body. I had let him know then that I wouldn’t sleep with him – even though I had really wanted to.

And this continued in secret – with Bucky sneaking into my room when the others had fallen asleep or stealing a kiss in a moment of privacy. We had both agreed that we didn’t want the others to know – not yet. It would over complicate the good thing we had, and we both wanted to make sure it was real before including the rest of the group. It was the pragmatic and adult thing to do, but as my feelings for Bucky had grown it had made me feel miserable. And that’s why – after the initial panic – I was relieved when Natasha strolled into the kitchen and caught Bucky kissing me.

“Ahem,” Nat’s voice came from behind us – causing Bucky to jump and me to laugh nervously. “I was just checking to see if you needed help, but I think you have it covered,” she said sourly as she raised her eyebrows at Bucky.

“Yeah… we’re erm… good in here Nat. Thanks anyways,” I muttered hastily. I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged as she strolled out of the room.

Once she was far enough away to talk safely I playfully punched Bucky’s arm. “I told you that we were going to get caught!” I chastised.

Bucky chuckled nervously, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I better go talk to Steve before Nat runs to him. I’ll see you at dinner doll.” He squeezed my waist affectionately one last time before leaving the kitchen to find his best friend.


Luckily I managed to not burn anything while cooking – probably because I was so nervous about actually sitting across the table from everyone after they found out about Bucky and me that I had paid too much attention to the food. When I presented it to the crowded dining room table everyone cheered. I sat down beside Bucky with a sigh of relief – reaching for the glass of wine he had already poured for me.

“So…” Steve started with a smile on his face. I braced myself for the taunting and possible scolding that he had in store for us. “Is Bucky the little spoon or the big spoon?” he asked teasingly. I hadn’t been expecting this and choked on my wine as I laughed. Sam momentarily choked on his food and had tears streaming down his face as he guffawed at Bucky.

“Hilarious, Steve,” Bucky mumbled as he rolled his eyes and took a sip from his beer.

Steve chuckled to himself. “In all seriousness – I think we should make a toast – to Y/N and Bucky. Two of the only people that can keep a relationship secret in Stark Tower,” Steve said joyfully as he raised his glass.

“Here! Here!” Everyone else added as they followed Steve’s lead. I could feel my cheeks burning as Bucky gently squeezed my hand under the table.

I was relieved that everyone seemed happy for both of us, and I was excited to have Bucky all to myself once dinner was over.


I had told Bucky that I wouldn’t sleep with him – at least not until we were sure this was going to work and certainly not until we had been open with the others about whatever relationship it was that we had. I had certainly slipped up a few times – mainly when we were in bed together. Bucky reassured me that it was fine that I wanted to wait, but the way his body responded to me when I pressed myself against him in the dark told another story.

I paced back and forth in my room nervously. I had changed into a black lace nightgown and planned on surprising Bucky tonight, but the waiting was absolutely killing me. “Where the hell is he?” I muttered to myself as I continued my back and forth march. A soft knock came from the door. When I opened it he stepped hastily into the room. As he looked down at me wearing only my little black nightgown his eyes clouded with lust. I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me as he lips crashed against mine. They were soft and inviting as they set to work, causing me to moan softly into them. I could never get enough of him, and now I was about to get more than I had ever had. The thought alone sent a spark through my body – erupting deep inside of me. He hoisted me up with one hand and I obliging wrapped my legs tightly around his body as he ran his other hand through my hair – grabbing a handful. He broke away breathlessly as he laid me gently on the bed – his blue eyes burning. “Are you sure?” He tried to keep his voice level – I could tell that he didn’t want me to feel like I was required to sleep with him just because of his reaction.

“James Buchanan Barnes – get in this bed now,” I demanded breathlessly. He grinned as he stood up to pull off his shirt. He hastily kicked off his boots and shed his pants before sliding into the bed next to me. His hands quickly worked their way under my nightgown – gliding along my stomach and up to my breasts as he groaned to himself. We had both wanted this for so long and now that it was finally happening it was almost too much to bear. He worked the nightgown over my head and propped himself up with his elbow as he smiled down at me – his metal fingers gliding over my skin. “What?” I asked shyly. I had never felt so exposed to someone before.

“You’re just so beautiful.  I’ve imagined this in my head over and over – and even that doesn’t do it justice,” he replied softly as his fingers drifted down my stomach and playfully grazed against my inner thighs.

“Imagined, huh?” I responded breathlessly as his fingers continued to explore my body. His hand stopped near my core and he laughed.

“Y/N, are you not wearing any underwear?” He asked mocking shock as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I shrugged with a coy smile. He chuckled shaking his head as he planted kisses down my neck and collar bone. “Always so full of surprises. Well if you must know… I imagined something like this,” he murmured as he slid he fingers over my core causing my breath to hitch. He smiled at me as he continued – never looking away – discovering which spots made me call out his name breathlessly as I bucked my hips to further the contact of his hand against me.

“Bucky,” I called out lowly. “Bucky…I…”

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

He moved slowly as he positioned himself on top of me – planting kisses on my body as he slowly slid into me. I groaned softly. We moved slowly before finding our rhythm. The intensity of the act was almost overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back causing him to grunt as we both spilled over the edge. He sighed softly before pulling me into his arms – kissing the top of my hair softly as his hand traced patterns on my back.

“Y/N?” he whispered in the dark.

“Yes, Buck?”

“It was… it was more than I could have ever imagine,” he whispered sweetly in my ear as his arm tightened around my waist.

I smiled against his chest at this. “Goodnight Bucky,” I whispered back before drifting to sleep.

Looking back – if I could have stayed in that moment and never faced the following days – I would have happily done so.


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I think I caught everyone that asked to me on the permanent tag list. I tagged a few of you that I thought might like it – so let me know if you want to be removed :).

@bless-my-demons @lillian-paige @pleasefixthepain @nikkitia7 @kittthekat @ailynalonso15 @themistsofmyavalon @coffeeismylife28 @melconnor2007 @harleyqueen7 @sebbys-girl @marvel-lucy @lbouvet @totallygroovyllama

Emma Swan Appreciation Week begins tomorrow, April 2nd, 2017, and will end April 9th!

For many of us, Emma Swan is one of the most important female characters to appear on our television screens in recent years. She is a complicated, flawed, amazing character that we’ve watched evolve for 6 long years. As things have been rather tense for our girl lately, some of us thought this might be a good week to spread a little love about the absolute awesomeness of Emma Swan.

This is a pretty loose event, of the “whatever-the-fuck-you-want,” variety. There won’t be any specific days devoted to specific themes, but you can refer to this post for possible ideas, dates, rules, and a nifty tagging system.

  • First, dates. As I mentioned above, this event will begin tomorrow (hmm, I wonder why), April 2nd and end April 9th.*
  • Posts for this event in particular should be tagged with #emmawk17.

Before we get into the fun idea portion of this post, a few rules. There are only 2** and they’re pretty simple.

1. This event is about Emma Swan. As such, all edits, fics, meta, etc., should be focused largely on her. Obviously, the relationships that we develop with those around us will inevitably impact who we are as people, but the majority of your focus should be on Emma Swan. Any and all relationships are allowed for exploration, but keep Emma at the forefront. If you have a question about whether or not your work meets this criteria, you’re welcome to ask me.

2. Keep the goddamn hate to a freaking minimum, don’t make me turn the car around.***

How might you participate this week?

  • Fic, obviously, and of any length. As this is a bit last minute, if you don’t think you have the ability to write anything new this week, you are, of course, more than welcome to re-blog or recommend some older work that does good by Emma Swan.
  • Edits, edits, edits. Got a good poem or song lyric kickin’ around up there that’s v Emma Swan relevant? Make and share with the #emmawk17 tag.
  • Playlists! idk about y’all, but I love me a good themed playlist.
  • Meta and essays. I hate to say it, but, some of us might be a bit nerdier than others. Put that brain to good use and write a short essay about Emma as a character, about Emma and sexuality, feminism, economics, whatever the fuck you want! Remember, keep it loose!

And that’s it! Pretty simple, pretty straight forward. Most importantly, have fun with it! Get emotional. I’ll probably get emotional.

*Although, tbh, y’all should be appreciating Emma Swan every damn day.
**There’s one more. Tag your fucking spoilers.
***I have absolutely no problem turning the car around.

The brain trust that you can also whine to if you have a problem with this perfectly harmless week of fun and feminism: @winterbythesea @mahstatins @the-reason-to-sail-home @swanandapirate@captainwiley @seastarved@ofshipsandswans

Tis for my hoe @wayward-mirage​…Hope u like it!! Just some cuteness.


The Big Truth

“Come on! You seriously expect us to believe that you just so happened to be there?”

Crowley sighed, wishing these damn morons would listen for the first time in their damned existence.

“How many times? I was simply enjoying my day and y/n was the one who called for help. Do you bloody idiots really think I’d ever try and hurt the one I l-”

He stopped himself from saying anymore, knowing he couldn’t reveal anything.

Not when your brothers, Dean in particular, wouldn’t even give a dude the chance to try and flirt with you. 

Of course, you cockblocked him in return, ruining many many chances of him hooking up with someone, not that you’d have left with any of the dudes in the first place.

But Dean was protective…extremely protective of you. 

So there was no way he’d be ok with finding out about the King of Hell’s feelings for you. 

“The one you what, Crowley? Cos from what I remember, you’ve tried to kill us at least a billion times. So…”

Crowley grumbled, knowing they wouldn’t believe a single word he said, especially not when the demon who’d taken you had cut you up pretty bad.

“The one who saved me, you dick”, you groaned.

Everyone snapped their heads back, seeing you wincing as you sat up slightly.

“Whoa! Take it easy, y/n”.

You took a hold of Dean’s hand, smiling softly at him.

“Thanks. Now, leave him alone, he saved me”.

“He did? You sure?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his attempts to baby you. 

He always did have a habit of treating you like a confused child.

“Yes, Mr Dean. He did save me. Now get out of my face, moron”.

Sam stifled a grin as Dean grumbled, knowing you were absolutely fine.

“You ok, love?”

“Love? Don’t call y/n, love!”

“Dean…shut up. He can call me whatever the hell he wants”.

“What? No, he can’t. And he can’t call you ‘love’. No way”.

Crowley simply watched you, slightly intrigued and also amused, wondering what you were about to do.

“Yes he can. He can call me love, pet, darling, honey…whatever the fuck he wants. Cos if you haven’t noticed me coming back stinking like scotch and charcoal…I’m dating Crowley. And before you say a single word”, you cut them off, knowing they’d just oppose, “you dated a demon and fucked a werewolf”, you pointed out, making Sam embarrassed and slightly ashamed. 

“And you’ve fucked like 1000 women in a year…pretty sure you’ve most likely caught something by now. Oh yea, and you had a kid with an Amazon!”

You knew you seemed a little harsh, but your brothers were controlling and slightly obsessed with making sure you remained as innocent and pure as they’d convinced themselves you were.

“Well, now that you know…might want to leave for a few hours. I have a lot of making up to do”.

Sam and Dean grimaced at the thought of you being touched by Crowley in any way…especially in the way they knew you’d be doing. 

“Gross!”


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anonymous asked:

can i has more cr sense8 au percy pls? (if your up for it of course)

*slams 2,000 words on your desk five months later* MY HOBBIES INCLUDE PROCRASTINATING FOR FINALS BY WRITING SCENES FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE HYPOTHETICAL PLOT OF NICHE CROSSOVERS WITHOUT GIVING YOU ANY CONTEXT SAVE A COUPLE OLD POSTS OF BULLET POINTS (posts here. Take this fic as the inter-seasons holiday special, basically.)


“I’m still not certain we should be doing this.“

It was a meaningless statement even before he said it. With her arm in his, with the warmth of her against his side and the tinkle of her laugh fading in the air, Percy thought he would trust Vex to lead him down any icy path through the woods, with any blindfold on or off, even if he had never known her more intimately than he knew himself. Even if they had just met, somehow, one day, and she had smiled and beckoned, he would have followed.

Exaggerated gagging noises broke into his thoughts—Vax, visiting as almost always, making Vex laugh in the cold Northern darkness. The drugs all but gone from his veins, Percy could feel him again, that knife’s edge of sarcasm prickling over devotion deep enough to fill the sea.

Two (one? three?) months of isolation was turning him poetic. It was horrifying.

“It’ll be fine,” said Vex, tugging him forward. “Turn right—”

Percy followed her instructions obediently. “I don’t know where you get the confidence that she won’t be looking, just this one night. It’s not like the holidays have stopped them before.”

“Because she’s loony, Freddie,” Vax said with overwhelming fondness.

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