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Amid the flurry of excitement over the Padababy announcement from Live with Kelly this morning, has anyone posted video of the clip of 12.05 that aired during the show?

I only ask for S12 Pie Masterpost reasons, because hey, sure, I can wait until Friday to update the Pie Masterpost, but that whole 10 second clip basically revolved around an untouched freaking pie.

Dean brings the pie from That Effing Table over to the kitchen counter while discussing the case of the spontaneously combusting people that Sam was looking into. He drops the pie box onto the counter between them, and then lifts the lid so we can all get a view of that gorgeous pie, and then he drops the lid so the box is still partially open, and then proceeds to ignore the pie for the rest of the clip, even though it’s sitting there in plain sight.

Dean sees a pie, acknowledges a pie, and then doesn’t even try to eat the pie. Just hangs out in the kitchen with the pie while casually chatting with Sam about what might be causing people to burst into flames.

I have an interest in the the subtext of this scene.

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Mental Clarity Shower Spell

~Shower spell for focus, clarity, and understanding~

Ingredients:

1. Coconut Oil

2. Dried Mint

3. Empty jar or container

4. Peppermint oil

5. Organic Sugar

(These aren’t brand specific, this is just what I happened to have in my pantry.)


Instructions:

1. Mix together equal parts coconut oil and sugar in the empty container

(this is about how much sugar I used)

2. Ad 2-5 drops of peppermint oil, and a layer of dried mint

3. Stir together well

4. Use as any other sugar scrub in shower, focusing on scrubbing away confusion and revealing clarity


Notes:

1. 5 drops of peppermint oil creates a very strong smell. I am currently Allergy Queen of Congestion Land, so it was great for me, but if you aren’t stick to less drops.

2. If the lid of your container is metal, remove it before you get in the shower to avoid rust.

3. If mixing the coconut oil and sugar is difficult, microwaving the coconut oil melts it and makes mixing easier. However, if you intend to use it immediately, if the coconut oil is still melted when you are done, pop it in the freezer for about 20 minutes to re-solidify the oil.

Got a Mouth on You

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1873
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, cursing (?)
Author’s Note: I’m super bad at warnings but I had a lot of fun with this one. @darcia22 said she’d pay for soulless!sam smut so here you go sweetheart. Enjoy ;)

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Winchester brothers-The Journey of a Winchester

Title: The Journey of a Winchester

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader

Word count:1265

Summary: We all wonder what it’s like to be the Winchester’s little sister, what it would be like to live as the youngest Winchester, how she would be treated, how protective they’d be… well this is snipets into the life of the Winchester’s little sister, whether it’s dramatic moments on the blink of death and torture or whether it’s a long, night drive in the Impala. 


3:00 AM

It was late yet you couldn’t sleep. You were tired, your lids were dropping slowly but sleep would not embrace you. You had just been off a long hunt, your face was scowered in dirty scratches, your mouth dry and chapped. You had even managed to get yourself a whopping good slash in your side.

You held your bloodied stomach, one that was not serious enough for a hospital but enough for stitches and caused you a lot of pain. You wanted to turn to your brothers, who were packing up the hunting supplies, and tell them that you were injured.

The Winchester inside you would not allow that. Especially being a female Winchester, you had to prove you could survive in a man’s world. Even if you were only a teen. You had to prove not only to your brothers but also to yourself.

Plus, you were stubborn as hell.

The car dipped as the older hunters carefully shut Baby’s doors. Dean swiped the key as he grinned at the familiar purr. You shuffled, trying to find a position that was comfortable but your stomach simply jolted with a sharp, shooting pain.

You grimaced, growling lowly as you held tighter onto your torn stomach and bit down on your lip. You just couldn’t wait to get to Bobby’s and stitch yourself up. Your hairline began to bead with sweat, your face flushing pale at the blood your hand cupped, you were losing way to much of it.

You were too tired to care.

‘’You okay back there?’’Dean called out when he glanced in the mirror. He frowned, brows creasing as he quietly nudged Sam. Sam glanced up from his phone and looked at his older brother who motioned him to look towards you.

Sam frowned too when he saw your face. Thankfully, it was dark, they couldn’t see the stain your t-shirt held in your side. But they could tell you were sweating and shuffling a lot.

‘’Yep. Peachy’’You called back, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. They shrugged it off with a pulled muscle and hit the road.

SPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSP

You watched as the world quickly flew by, the wind biting at your skin as you held the window open just a crack. A whimper fell from your mouth when Dean drove over a bump. The car racked with a jolt as you clenched your eyes shut.

‘’Okay, that’s it. I’m pulling over’’Dean grunted as he pulled into the side of the road.

‘’Wh-what! Why?’’You yelped, your fingers clenching tighter on the spot in fear you had been caught.

‘’You are definitely not okay’’Dean chuckled bitterly as he got out. Sam too got out but you stubbornly refused to move. Your door had been swung open and you greeted your giant brother with folded arms and a stubborn glare.

‘’Come on. Out’’Dean motioned. You grunted, getting up and tightening your jacket as you folded your arms and hid the hand that held the blood under the other one. ‘’Walk around’’Dean ordered.

You knew the drill. This was something either of you would do if the other one was hurt but was refusing to tell. It was put here because Winchester’s did that a lot.

Sam and Dean leaned against the car as they watched patiently. You bit down on your lip, watching your black converses on the ground to try and divert your attention away from the nausea that was swimming around in your stomach.

Sam and Dean watched you carefully, their eyes roamed over your bent figure as you puffed out your cheeks, hollowing them back in as the excruciating feeling of pain overwhelmed you again.

It was too dark out to see the large, crimson stain your shirt held, but Sam and Dean both knew you better than they knew themselves, they knew you were hiding something.

However, you managed to pull off the drill and with a weary look, Dean grunted and allowed you to get back in the car.

Sam checked on you a lot, constantly asking if you were okay and glancing at you in the mirror.

“You okay?’‘Sam asked as Dean got out the car for some gas and snacks. Your lids fell heavy as you kept your hand on your bloodied stomach but the pressure was dropping off as you began to fade in and out of consciousness. ”(Y/n)?“Sam muttered. He shuffled around in his seat, his brows creasing in concern.

’’M'just tired, Sammy’'You whimpered. Sam’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head.

’'No you’re not’'He sighed, getting out the car. A gush of wind hit you as Sam came in and sat next to you. His awkwardly long body scooted next to yours as his fingers grasped your cheeks and pulled your dropping head up.

’'Jesus, (Y/n). You’re sweating like crazy… you’re burning up’'Sam winced as he felt the thick moisture coating his fingertips. He pressed the back of his hand to your clammy forehead and winced when he felt the unnatural heat it emitted.

His eyes roamed your face but your head dropped onto his broad shoulder, your hand falling from your side and landing on his jeans. Sam got out of the car as he made his way into the shop and towards Dean.

’'Hey, man. What are you doing?’'Dean frowned in confusion. ’'Where’s (Y/n)?”

“She’s in the car. Look man, she’s burning up badly, I think she’s coming down with something. We should probably pick her up some medicine’'Sam pointed out as he started browsing the shelves.

Dean patiently listened to him before nodding. ’'You wanna get some bandages too?’'He asked. Sam frowned, looking at his brother in confusion.

’'What?’'Sam mumbled. ’'Why?”

“You’re got hurt’'Dean said slowly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam frowned again as he scoffed quietly.

’'No I didn’t…’'He argued, his brows furrowing deeply. Dean glared sharply at his brother, hating the 'you’re an idiot-look’ Sam was giving him.

’'Then why are you bleeding!’'Dean barked as he pointed at Sam’s jeans. Sam’s face held more confusion as Dean’s held a cocky 'I win’ smirk.

’'It’s not mine!’'Sam defended. They both stared in confusion before Sam’s face dropped.

’'What now?’'Dean groaned.

’'It’s not my blood…’'Sam repeated in a whisper, speaking more to himself than Dean.

’'Yeah I know. You said’'Dean grumbled as he began to grab more bars of chocolate for you when you got to Bobby’s. Bobby never tended to have chocolate and so you tended to throw a lot of fits when you were deprived of your holy grail.

’'It’s (Y/n)’s…’'Sam whispered. The two brothers dropped everything and ran to the Impala. Dean swung open the car door only for you to come crashing out, unconscious.

Both of your brothers pulled you out of the car, carefully lifting you into a grassy area and away from the road.

’'I can’t see anything, can you?’'Dean questioned as he squinted his eyes to look. Sam grabbed his phone and turned on the flash, his fingers pulled at your clothes, trying to find the bleeding. His fingers grasped your coat and pulled it aside as they were instantly met with a worryingly large amount of blood.

They both looked at each other, eyes wide and full of panic. Dean smacked his fist off the ground as he glared up at the sky.

’'Dammit, (Y/n)! Why didn’t you just tell us!’'Dean growled as he cursed under his breath. ’'Sammy, she’s lost a lot of blood”

“I know, Dean. I know’'Sam fretted. Dean looked towards Sam for help.

’'What do we do?”

“I don’t know…”

Imagine #6 Carl [Requested]

Everything unraveled at an alarming rate; Rick had gone into the hospital to negotiate for a safe return. The next moment Daryl held your lifeless corpse in his arms, tear stains on his muddled face as the group exit the hospital. Carl could hear the cries; he could see his father shake his head with a mixture of remorse and sadness in his sky blue eyes. His brain couldn’t process the loss until he witnessed Daryl lie your corpse on the heated pavement, a bullet wound in your skull as the crimson blood painted the tarred parking lot. Memories flashing behind his lids, he dropped to his knees, mouth floundering as his trembling limbs reached for your corpse. How could this have happened? He was supposed to save you; you were meant to be brought back alive. Rick cringed as Carl released a strangled scream, the remaining members of the group crying as they mourned the loss.

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anonymous asked:

OMG! Have you seen Mashima-sensei's new art for Halloween? Vampire Natsu and his victim Lucy! Ahhhh, can you do a fiction about that? If it's only okay with you, of course! Love you so much! ~

nalu love fest day 2: Feed My Desire
Vampire AU
rated: M (nsfw, blood)
summary:
The lust in her eyes, the love and need, it drove him insane. He could do anything for her.

This was too tempting to ignore when I realized it went so well with the prompt for today, hehe. Hope you don’t mind that I turned this into nsfw, anon. ;)

Lucy never thought it would feel good.

Yet here she was, naked, sitting in his lap as blood dripped onto her bare breasts. His fangs dug deep into her shoulder, his tongue gently lapping at the open wound he had created.

And oh god, did it feel good.

A low moan freed itself from her mouth, and she let her half-lidded eyes drop closed.

It had taken her a long time to accept her guard turned lover was a vampire, and longer still until she let him bite her for the first time. Then, as now, they had been making love.

Grinding her hips against his, Lucy surrendered to his safe grip, dropping her upper body further backwards as he held her steady; reveling in the way he moved inside her.

The hand that rested on the small of her back was large and warm, just as the one roughly gripping her thigh.

Lucy felt dizzy.

“Natsu,” she moaned, and he growled in response, thrusting into her harshly.

Lucy cried out in surprise and pleasure, fisting her hands into his unruly hair. His eyes almost glowed in the dark when he pulled back, a deep red much like the blood trickling over her nipple and to the underside of her breast. She released a shivering breath, answering his thrusts and pressing herself up against him.

Blood clung to his lips - her blood - and he licked them clean with a mischievous smirk.

“It tastes best when you’re all fired up,” he informed her, and Lucy couldn’t help the blush that spread across her cheeks.

“It feels best, too,” she told him almost shyly, as if it was a secret that she had been supposed to guard.

His eyes, clouded by desire, widened slightly. “It does?”

“Mhm,” she answered.

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But also I might have to sell my soul to pay for my internet

Because like two months ago I dropped a le creuset lid on the very edge of the router and it chipped off a plastic piece so I’m pretty sure they’re gonna charge me like full price which is apparent 99.00 and the service charge for a tech to come in and look at shit is 85.00 sooooooooooo

Not to mention the 192.00 I still need to pay before march 1st for car tags.
And rent.
And maybe switching internet providers, So you know. I’m probs gonna be broke.

One of my favourite things to do around the house is shout “MON THEN!” at inanimate objects over mild inconveniences.

Bread stuck in the toaster? MON THEN!

Open a bottle and accidentally drop the lid? MON THEN!

Phone run out of battery? MON THEN!

It’s really satisfying.

Imagine your OTP

Imagine your OTP walking down a sidewalk on a cool, cloudy day. Person A is holding a Starbucks cup of their favorite coffee combination, while person B is just walking and staring absentmindedly at the buildings they pass by.
All of the sudden, person A sees a small drop of water land on their plastic cup lid. Another drop lands on person A’s nose, causing A to laugh and swipe at their nose.
Person B is watching A, thinking that this is probably the cutest god damned thing in the whole world.
The light sprinkle gets stronger, and soon your OTP is running towards a nearby vacant shop with an overhang wide enough to shield out the pelting water. Once they get under it, person B awkwardly shifts away.
It’s not the most roomy little overhang, after all..
Person A busies them self with shaking water droplets out of their hair, giggling softly.
Person B has stopped the uncomfortable shifting and starts staring at person A, not caring if they look awkward. Person A eventually notices and slowly looks at person B.
The two of them stay that way for a total of three seconds before person B grabs person A’s collar and kisses them.

I’ve come to the realization that in every open-to-close retail shift, you will reach a point where you come dangerously close to crying over something stupid, simply because you have been there for too long.

Today mine was when I dropped the lid to my Powerade and it rolled under the register where all of the dust and spiders reside.

I actually started sniffling.

Coldplay: ‘Rock music has nowhere left to go’

As Coldplay release their new album,  Chris Martin and the band tell Neil McCormick why rock has had its day

“'We felt like rock music has been done,” says Chris Martin, apparently dropping the lid on 60 years of swaggering guitar bands.

Contemplating the zesty pop tones of Coldplay’s new album, A Head Full of Dreams, Martin suggests “the future of music is in new sounds and new ways of treating vocals. We wanted to add those colours to our palette.” His bandmate Guy Berryman agrees: “There’s an awful lot of rock music already out there. I’m not sure there is anything left to add.” Not that Martin thinks Coldplay will be considered any great loss to the genre by die-hard rockers. “No one would ever put us in a list of the top 10 rock bands. We’ve maybe rocked out once, for 10 minutes. I don’t think anyone would throw up the devil horns to any of our major works.”

Yet as frontman for Coldplay, the biggest-selling band this century, Martin is still arguably the definitive rock star of the last decade. So it is interesting how uncomfortable he is with established notions of stardom. Incredibly friendly when I meet him backstage recording the Christmas Top of the Pops special, the 38-year-old doesn’t drink or take drugs, dresses scruffily in sweatpants and a hoodie, and likes to walk everywhere without retinues of bodyguards and hangers-on. “One of the benefits of not having a particularly great dress sense is, I don’t really look like a pop star. I like to go on the Tube and see what’s up, get out in the cold with everybody. We don’t need to go down the street in a Roller.””

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  • Me: I should work on the tank. I don't want to do homework.
  • Me: *Working on tank* This is so relaxing! Why don't I do this more often???
  • Me: *Immediately after thinking that* -
  • ~Wisteria floats up
  • ~Wisteria gets replanted
  • ~Frogbit EVERYWHERE (seriously. It's in my bed right now...)
  • ~Snail almost gets sucked into syphon.
  • ~Other snail almost escapes the tank.
  • ~Tank water misses bucket. Now on side of tank and floor.
  • ~Syphon clogged up by dead leaves and gunk
  • ~Wisteria floats up AGAIN
  • ~Wisteria gets replanted AGAIN
  • ~Frogbit is STILL EVERYWHERE - inside tank and outside tank
  • ~Almost forgot water conditioner when refilling
  • ~Drops lid into tank while trying to hold the light and replace lid
  • Me: Oh yeah... Well at least the tank is clean...