If you do a Google search for “card catalog” it
will likely return Pinterest-worthy images of antique furniture for sale —
boxy, wooden cabinets with tiny drawers, great for storing knick-knacks,
jewelry or art supplies.
But before these cabinets held household objects, they held
countless index cards — which, at the time, were the pathways to knowledge and
information. A new book from the Library of Congress celebrates these catalogs
as the analog ancestor of the search engine.
~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~
Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst.
A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:
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The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.
The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.
The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.
As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.
I need more Host headcannons please! He is my new favorite ego <3
sure! i should start keeping a proper list of all the ones i have lmao. but here are a few for you! ❤️
he absolutely loves listening to classical music. it’s one of the only times where he doesn’t narrate and just sits and enjoys the music. he may utter a few phrases such as “the piano then starts”, but that’s about it.
he loves when his s/o tells jokes. although he already knows the punchline, he’ll still smile and chuckle at them.
after he became the host, he immediately removed all the mirrors out of his house. although he can’t see his reflection, it makes him feel better to not have them around.
i feel like he’s secretly sassy. like when he senses kids starting at him, he’ll just lean in like ‘this is what happens when you smoke.’
actually adores animals and seems to get along with every animal he meets. the egos had an owl problem at one point and host just walked right over and narrated the bird before stroking its feathers and taking it home. he named it athena.
has such a soft spoken voice. never once has his risen his voice or gotten angry, no matter how hard the other egos try to piss him off.
next to his wide collection of books he’s written, host also takes pride in his collection of just little knick knacks he finds at antique stores or garage sales. he says they’re symbolic.
there are times when he lays in bed and holds his hands over his eye wounds and cries, part of him wishing that things could go back to the way they were.
if his desperation gets worse, he ends up tearing up some of his books that he’s created, only to collapse to his knees on the floor with his face in his hands.
i bought these photos some time ago at an antique sale. i don’t know who these women were, but they got their photo taken in portland, oregon in 1902. i love how tenderly the woman on the left looks at the woman on the right.
Hey Jessa! I hope things are going well. Have you ever considered writing any fan fic for the hating game? I've just finished re-reading it and I need more but there's nothing out there 😭😩 I'm not brave enough to attempt it myself lol
I thought about it so many times but I was always too afraid to mess with the perfection of that book. But here’s a little drabble because I was feeling inspired! I hope you like it.
Collectible Ford Model T Spark Plug & Cylinder Head Bolt Combination Wrench. This vintage tool is in good condition with a bit of oxidation / corrosion and edge wear. It has a curved handle which makes it easily to flip over during use. The open end measures 15/16 inch and the closed end is 5/8 inch. One side is stamped “Ford” the other is stamped “T 5893 (B)”. Measures 10 inches in overall length, the handle is 5/8 inch wide in the center.
My mentor for my new apprenticeship bought us a van today & the first project started with bed lining the whole inside – next step, doors & velvet on the roof in the front; painting the outside / painting something rad on the exterior as well & getting a move on with our antique sales / trade shows!
Last step : camper for tattoos on wheels to haul on the back
okay I love creepy things but honestly fuck “homicidal doll” movies
they contribute significantly to the decline of an already dying branch of antique sales/collecting
doll museums and stores have been closing by the dozens for the past 20 or so years
the most common reaction I get to saying I work with antique dolls is “oh my god that’s so creepy,” even though these dolls are incredible works of art
people who have the skills and knowledge to preserve these dolls (which are literal pieces of history) are aging and dying with very few young people coming in to take up the torch, in no small part because of movies like Chucky and Annabelle
and when people do buy broken or damaged dolls, they tear them up or splash them with red paint for art projects or Halloween decorations instead of trying to restore them
so those writers and directors can go fuck themselves. forget dolls killing people; the dolls and the history they embody are the real victims here