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This creature has four legs and no wings.

When the legends, beliefs, and celebrations involving this creature call it a “dragon”….. it’s a freaking dragon.



This creature has two legs and four wings.

When the source material this creature is from decides that it is a “dragon”….. it’s a freaking dragon.



These creatures have four legs and two wings.

When the source materials they are from designate them as “dragons”…… they are freaking dragons.



These creatures have two wings and two legs.

When the creators and adaptors of these creatures designate them as “dragons”……

They are freaking dragons.


(that last one, Smaug, is also often referred to as a “drake” and a “wyrm” by the source material, as well!) 


The creators and adaptors of these source materials all had something we know as “creative freedom.” Sometimes, stifling peoples’ creative freedom can be annoying to them. Condescending to people with claims that all things must fit into a fictional set of labels of your choosing often has unfortunate results.

For instance, you can refer to that last set of creatures as “wyverns” all you want. Whether you see that category as a “type of” dragon, or a different creature altogether– that’s your choice. No one can stop you!

However

If I refer to one of them as a “dragon”, and you say, to my face:

“…..Actually, that’s not a dragon, it’s a wyvern”…


I will promptly shove you, and your entire family, into a locker.

This has been a PSA

“I’ve been asleep before and Harry has hit me round the head with his penis.

“It actually wrapped around my whole face, who wouldn’t be envious of that?”

Hexed

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed.  Is it a sexual curse or something more?

Word Count:  2111

Warnings:  Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)

As always, feedback is appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Hexed 

There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester.  That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.

Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute.  It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.

Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.

I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.  

I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.  

There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.

Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.

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I’ve decided to do it.

What is “it” you may be asking? Well, over the past few days I’ve been debating whether or not I should do a face reveal. After all I’ve got so many followers now and you guys deserve to see what I actually look like. You know, get to know me a little better and what not. So I decided to take a selfie and post it here for all to see! Click below to see an actual picture of myself! :D

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