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Hey @sixpenceee I thought you and your followers might enjoy this. 

This is the town of Spectre Alabama. My fiancee and I visited this place on our way to Florida,and the story behind this little town is super cool. It’s not actually a town,though! Spectre Alabama is a fictional town in Tim Burton’s 2003 movie “Big Fish”. (based on the novel by Daniel Wallace) And the ghost town you see here is what’s left of a set that was built specifically for the movie. The two trees that make up the entrance to the town are actually built from styrofoam,and the columns you see in one of my pictures is what’s left of Jenny’s house after it was removed after a few years and some flooding. The town is located on a private island in Millbrook,Alabama,but the people who own it are extremely nice and let you have access to the island for the day for $3 per person,or $10 a night if you want to go camping. There’s also a lot of wildlife on the island,and one of the goats followed my fiancee and me around the entire time we were there,letting us feed and pet him (We temporarily named him Luci Fur). Sadly,most of the town was destroyed by a fire,but 6 houses and the church are still standing. However,I did read somewhere that the owners of the island have plans to eventually rebuild the town. If anyone is ever in the area,I highly suggest taking a visit!

a soft place to land - a mix of gentle showtunes to chill out and relax to

i can’t wait - bright star // i don’t need a roof - big fish // all about her - lift // another part of me - lizard boy: a new musical // hero and leander - myths and hymns // what about love? - the color purple // on the willows - godspell // love song - pippin // portrait of a girl - bare: a pop opera // the next ten minutes - the last five years // give way - dogfight // the secret of happiness - daddy long legs // another life - the bridges of madison county // the human heart - once on this island // prayer - ghost quartet // the crying scene - murder ballad // you’ve got a friend - beautiful: the carole king musical // the guilty ones - spring awakening // gold (a capella) - once: a new musical // a soft place to land - waitress //

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It’s Gonna Be Like That

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader gets all worked up watching Dean in action.

Word Count:  1984

Warnings: Language/Rough-ish sex

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Originally posted by cassandrajm

There is something about watching Dean slam someone against a wall that gets me all hot and bothered. The way his jaw clenches and his forearms flex, goddamn, it’s thrilling. If a gun is involved, that’s it, I’m done for. The way that man handles a weapon is nothing short of pornographic. And when his voice gets all deep and gravelly and he just takes fucking command of the situation? It gives a girl all sorts of nasty ideas.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not slipping on the job. When it’s time to fight, I’m focused. I’m present. I’m a force to be reckoned with. But when he’s shaking down someone for info, I take the time to relish Dean in action. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, the slight hitch in my breath when he takes control like that.

God, I want him so bad right now.

———-

Back in the car, we wait for Sam to finish up doing whatever Sam-things he’s doing. Dean taps the steering wheel idly with his finger. I lean over the back seat and slide my arms down his chest.  

“Baby, I’m so turned on right now,” I whisper in his ear. “Watching you rough that guy up, it’s so fucking sexy.” I slide one hand down over his stomach, to where his jeans are tenting. Looks like the feeling is mutual.  

Dean lets out a rough groan of pleasure as a palm him through his jeans. I nibble on his ear lobe as he pushes his hips up to grind against my hand. I can’t wait to get him alone.

A scuffling sound alerts us to Sam’s approach. I slip back into my seat while Dean hastily rearranges himself before Sam opens the passenger door.

“So get this…” Sam says as he clambers into the seat. Good old Sam, oblivious as always to what’s going on between Dean and me.

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petty revenge: shakespearean style

BACKGROUND INFO:
So I live in Texas, which, as most of you probably know, is filled with homophobes. Freshman year At my old high school (I transferred after one semester, I’m at a different school now.) I was very into theatre and had been doing it for around 5 years, so naturally I was in the Theater class. I was VERY openly Not Straight (I hadn’t defined myself at that point, I was just reaaaallllyyy into girls and let everyone know it) and I have had a few (a lot) of problems with classmates in the past, but there was this one guy (gonna call him Chad bc I honestly can’t remember his name) who kept being an issue. The theatre department was made up of 2 classes, tech, and performance. I was in performance and he was in tech, and we had it the same period. A lot of the times, when we had to perform something, we had tech come and watch. The assignment was to write an emotional monologue about an experience that we had faced, and I was like “ok, I’m gonna make it gay.” my teacher decided to have us perform our rough drafts for our own class before we performed for the other class, and besides my tiny circle of friends, no one in class really knew about my sexuality at that point, because I was more focused on my performance skills than shouting about how much I liked girls. As soon as I finished my monologue, the class immediately showed their support for me, and it was all good.

HERE COMES THE REVENGE PART:
This was around the time that gay marriage was legalized, (2-3 months after) and he was harassing me quite frequently about it, and even threatened to harm me if he saw me “being a sinner.” (I laughed at his phrasing) So I decided, “hey, why not call him out for his bullshit in my performance?” So I wrote my monologue about falling in love with someone named Alex (I chose a gender neutral name) and how I was harassed and threatened by someone with a name eerily similar to Chads name, taking care to only reveal at the end that Alex was a female. When I got to the part about Chad, I made obvious direct eye contact with him throughout the whole thing, and then people realized what I was saying.

He ended up getting a talking to by both of the teachers, and nobody liked him after that lmao. I also got an A on that assignment so yeet.

A Million Reasons

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean keeps pushing the reader away.  Will she stay?

Word Count:  1442

Warnings:  Angst

A/N:  I’m currently obsessed with A Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, which inspired this. 

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Originally posted by won-der-land89

A Million Reasons

Rolling over in the bed, you sigh, realizing Dean isn’t next to you. Not that you’d expect it, not lately. You know where he is. Either at a bar or in the library drinking whiskey, or passed out on whatever surface seemed the most appealing in a drunken stupor.

You can’t remember the last time he’s smiled at you, or held you or said a kind word. Lately, it had been a constant stream of arguments and tears. The pain was bone deep, the hurt, the rejection that you felt on a daily basis, it was wearing you down.

Trying to wait it out, trying to be supportive, giving him space, it was taking a toll on you. It was breaking you. You were running out of reasons to stay.

———–

Sam hears her sobs through the bedroom door as he makes his way to the kitchen. He hesitates, his hand on the knob. He doesn’t know if he should try to comfort her or if he should give her the dignity of privacy.

What he does know is that it can’t keep going on this way. Dean is lost is his own grief, angry and bitter, hiding in his cups and taking his pain out on the both of them. She gets the brunt of it, and it kills Sam. She doesn’t deserve it.

Sam is just about to turn the knob when he hears the bunker door swing open and the heavy tread of Dean’s boot on the staircase. He shifts back and forth from foot to foot trying to decide which direction to go.

With a heavy sigh, he removes his hand from the knob and turns to confront his brother.

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