i just sent this to sam

May 25, 2017...

They were selling red clown noses at the store. Figured Sam would need a pick me up. As expected he definitely didn’t enjoy it, heh. Hid a few around the bunker. He hasn’t found all of ‘em yet.

I’ll tell the story. Just give me time. I’m still getting over this hangover of the stars right now. Need to get back out there. That case that Sam sent to Garth for another hunter still hasn’t been solved. Saw the news this mornin’. He may not like it, but it looks like we’ll have to deal with whatever the hell the thing ends up being. Whatever hunter Garth did end up putting on the case obviously didn’t make it.

Guess I’ll tell you about these red nose things. They’re basically clown noses, but if buying the entire store’s worth of ‘em also gave back to kids, then hey, this is a stunt pulled for charity too. Baby’s entire backseat was full of ‘em by the time I got them all in. I started with Sam’s room when he went out for a run. The guy barely has anything in there, but he’s quite just about every other book that’s not in the library so it was a good place to start. Next was the bed, then the shower (and the shampoo. Switched those out and just got an empty bottle of the stuff to fill it with these things). Next came the library itself and this old chair that he always takes for him since it’s probably the newest thing in that place. After that was the shooting range and then the war room. I even put one in the telescope for good measure.

He found the first one from me wearing it. It was worth having to dodge a punch in the morning. So far he’s found about 30 others, but like I said: he hasn’t found them all. 

I’m likin’ this red nose day thing. It should be an annual thing.

- Dean

Yesterday

please help :(

i wrote to this blog about fundraising for an abortion and i’m really hoping someone can help me out. my name is sam and i’m a trans guy living in california. i’ve only come out to myself as trans recently and am in a relationship with a really awesome guy who i was with before i realized i was trans. unfortunatrly, part of the reason i realized i’m trans is because i experience dysphoria. me and my boyfriend found out i’m about 13 weeks pregnant about a week ago (i’m really skinny and i haven’t gained much weight so i didn’t know until now). neither him or i are in a good financial position for this, and i can’t help but feel really uncomfortble thinking about what’s inside of me. i thought about adopting out, but whenever i think about being pregnant or giving birth, i just start freaking out. i really need this to be over as soon as possible.

i called a clinic near me and they said for how far along i am, it’ll be about $855. since i’m in cali, i don’t need a parent’s permission, and so far, i’ve mnaged to keep it a secret, which is for the best when it comes to my family. i hate asking for help like this, but i just cant see any other way i can afford this. i really hope someone here can help me.

i set up a paypal account just for this and any donations can be sent to paypal.me/samw2003. thank you so much, i’m really greatful for any help i can get.



Hi Sam. I’m so sorry to hear about the position you’re in, we can absolutely try to help you out. If anyone has a few dollars lying around, please consider donating to Sam. Big hugs to you, hang in there! We’ll help get you through this.
-V

Nosy Rosy Big Brother

Originally posted by oldbucksicle

Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure, uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings: FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all up :)
a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!



The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by total accident. 

Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up pulling up the messages between you and Sam. 

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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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This week’s TM highlights:

  • Opens with a Very Dramatic nerf fight
  • “We can show someone googling themselves on the internet, right?” “Well, safe search.”
  • “First question is for Matt.” “Oh, god. Hi.”
  • Matt had Raishan’s next few rounds planned before Keyleth cast the spell.
  • If VM hadn’t gotten to Raishan when they did, Matt considered having her leave and just be out in the world, maybe reappearing in the next campaign.
  • Matt on Grog’s version of beat poetry: “You just… literally beat a poet.”
  • Raishan was Matt’s favorite Conclave member to portray because of all the non-combat interactions
  • Travis grills Liam on the Superbowl after learning he spent it at a vegan Mexican restaurant drinking a spicy margarita. Liam eventually manages to pull out the word “Patriots”.
  • “I fucked it up, god damn you, Andrew from Crit Role Stats!”
  • Vax has found his family, and it’s not Syldor. He’s not looking to get closer to his dad; to him, it’s a done deal and he’s moved on.
  • Travis: “Hahaha, I find myself hilarious.”
  • Sam shows up half an hour late. “Sorry I’m late… but it’s kind of my thing.”
  • Liam calls out Sam for making jokes about wanting one of their characters to die… and then constantly moping in the text thread in the week after Scanlan died
  • Sam’s made it through the first hour of 84 so far. “I mean, I watched the part where they were saving my life and crying about me.” He did actually get choked up over Grog’s song while he was watching it at work.
  • Liam points out that Sam is “the worst kind of foodie” and once critiqued a picture of the pancakes Liam made for his kids.
  • Sam: “I think it would be fun for one of us to die. I just don’t want it to be me!”
  • They show an extended scene from the episode (Grog’s offering) and when they cut back Travis is chin-handsing and batting his eyelashes while everyone else pretends to be asleep
  • Travis gave a lot of thought to how Scanlan’s permadeath would’ve affected Grog. “Pike and Scanlan would be the two things that would just crumble him.” He spent the whole week thinking about Grog’s contribution to the ritual and practiced what he’d say whenever he had quiet moments.
  • If it had failed, Grog might’ve tried the deck.
  • Someone asks if Vax would’ve jumped in on the ritual if Kaylie hadn’t: Liam thinks Vex is closer to Scanlan than Vax is, so if Kaylie hadn’t stepped in, much as he cares about him, Vax still likely wouldn’t have stepped in because he didn’t think Scanlan would’ve answered his call.
  • Sam had no complicated list of demands to get Scanlan back, just how he thought it could or should go
  • Travis was prepared for the possibility of losing the knuckles and the belt. “He was my friend before that.”
  • “If the beard is unattuned–” “That is an amazing sentence.”
  • Scanlan will probably rethink his approach to combat, but Sam isn’t quite sure how that’s going to shake out yet
  • Talks Machina: It’s About Scientology
  • Matt re: the ashes: “Some things are just journeys in learning to trust occasionally…”
  • Matt suggests a post-mortem Talks Machina episode on the entire Conclave arc
  • Critical Role is going to WonderCon this year
  • Grog considers himself a talented magician and the cleverest tactician (Liam: “Sometimes that’s true.”)
  • If the group had gone through Scanlan’s stuff: “It would’ve mostly been weird smut.”
  • Everyone points out that they don’t know enough in-character to feel they should do more than just keep an eye on Scanlan for now
  • Travis on Groon v2: “I’M FUCKING STOKED! …I’m really excited.”
  • Sam doesn’t know how Scanlan was left at the end of the episode, and everyone tells him to not watch the rest of the episode so he can just find out live (”…something about pudding? I saw some strange fanart that I don’t know how to…” “Don’t worry about it.”)

After Dark: the site was down again (verrrrrry glad I’m on a free trial here, because that’s two weeks in a row), but @loquaciousquark recorded all but the first few minutes of it live and sent me the video file right after it was done, because she is magical that way.

  • The armor Matt wears in the opening is the armor he wore in Mythica
  • Sam wants to recreate Hot Pepper Gaming with Liam on their podcast. Travis wants to be the live studio audience.
  • Everyone discusses their various and sundry bizarre live-action turns. Expect to see people digging up clips on all social media in the next few weeks.
  • Sam jokes about a political arc following the Chroma Conclave. “Grog could be Speaker of the House.” Brian: “Grog has a higher intelligence than the real Speaker of the House.”
  • Liam’s son ran a little D&D game for him that ended with the reveal that he was making it all up as he went, which Liam figures is pretty much how D&D is supposed to go.
  • Grog was definitely taken aback by Vax’s sincerity—when playing Grog, Travis is constantly trying to find the joke in things, and Vax’s words were so genuine that Travis got emotional and kind of shut down and had nothing to reply with, which he figures is exactly how Grog would respond.
  • Kima and Allura probably would’ve survived, just because Allura had eight hours of water-breathing at her disposal, but it would’ve taken a long time before they managed to get back home (a Gilligan’s Island-type setup).
  • Brian goes around shaking everyone’s hands, but Travis grabs him and yanks him down with him, and then the crew starts firing nerf darts at them to end the episode.
Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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Not-Date

Pairings: T’Challa x F!Reader, Tony x Science

Request:

hi can you write something that the reader is watching harry potter WITH tchalla in secret and EVERYONE finds out and ship it - and then tchalla confess his love for her in a harry potter way like “muggle in the streets but a wizard in the sheets” PLEASE, I LOVE YOU i know that is a little cliché BUT t'challa is everything to me meow 😻 BYE 😺 


Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has invited Y/N.

Bucky: Tell Thor to hand over Mjolnir!

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: I WANT HIS CAPE, Y/N.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: Lady Y/N, please save me from these men!

Bucky: GIVE IT

Sam: GIVEEEEEEE

Thor: Absolutely not!

Bucky: Scared I might actually be worthy? Maybe I can lift Mjolnir. Since my hand is no longer organic, maybe the elevator rule applies to me.

Sam: Damn, I’ve never thought about that.

Thor: That is nonsense!

Sam: Can I have your cape now?

Thor: Why do you want it?!

Sam: it is warm, i am cold.

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Good Little Angel

Word count: 2,034

Warning: smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!

Lucifer has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of teasing and self-denial.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“We’re working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.

You were currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.

“It’s good to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.” He almost sneered at you.

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Whoops my fingers slipped haha this was cathartic

sorry if this is bad I wrote it in like 30 minutes

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Tony,

I’m glad you’re back at the compound, I don’t like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine. I’ve been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere – even in the Army. My faith is in people, I guess. Individuals. And I’m happy to say for the most part, they haven’t let me down. Which is why I can’t let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but – maybe they shouldn’t. I know I hurt you Tony. I guess I thought – by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but… I can see now I was really sparing myself. I’m sorry. Hopefully one day you can understand. I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know you were only doing what you believe in, and that’s all any of us can do, it’s all any of us should. So no matter what, I promise if you — if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there.

Tony frowned, looking down at the phone that was sitting on his desk.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, staring at the offending object, but it must’ve been a while, because suddenly Rhodey was rolling up behind him in his chair, returning from PT.

“Hey,” Rhodey said, stopping by the desk and nodding towards the box that had been tossed aside once opened. “What was in there?”

“A letter,” Tony said, smiling humorlessly. “From Steve. And a burner phone.”

“That so?” Rhodey asked, body going rigid with fury, glaring at the letter in Tony’s hand. “What did he have to say?”

“Says that… he’s sorry he didn’t tell me about my parents… that the Avengers are my family… that he’s sorry we couldn’t agree on the Accords…. He also says that if I ever need him for anything, I can use this,” Tony help up the burner phone by the edges, careful not to touch it with more than just his thumb and index finger, “to call him and he’ll be there.”

Rhodey’s face flattened, going into the strongest bitch face Tony had ever seen.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Rhodey deadpanned.

“Apparently not,” Tony said blandly, tossing the phone back in the desk with distain. Rhodey reached over and snatched the letter out of Tony’s hand.

“’The Avengers are your family, maybe more so than mine,’ what the fuck is that? Some family, they all left you!”

“Thanks Rhodey,” Tony murmured, face buried in his hands, “I had almost forgotten that happened for a second.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Rhodey argued, but there was no heat in his voice and he was looking at Tony with concern. “So what are you going to do?”

Tony moved his hands, resting his chin on one fist and toying with the phone with the other. He sat there quietly for a long time. Rhodey was just about to speak again when a slow smirk spread across Tony’s face, the first glimpse of the old Tony that Rhodes had seen in days.

“I think I’ve got an idea.”

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It had been nearly two months since what the media was calling the “Avenger’s Civil War,” and nearly a month and a half since Steve had sent Tony his apology letter and the burner phone, and still, Tony had yet to call him.

It was a gorgeous sunny day in Wakanda, and Steve, Clint, Sam, and Wanda were sitting in the living room, reading and watching TV, waiting for something to happen or something to do.

Sam and Wanda were sitting and talking quietly by the window. Clint had been sitting on he couch and flipping through the channels for almost twenty minutes, never staying on one channel for more than thirty seconds. And Steve was sitting on armchair in the corner, holding the burner phone in his hand and waiting for it to ring, when T'Challa walked into the room, box in hand.

“Mr. Rogers,” T'Challa said, nodding at the others in the room before walking towards Steve.

“King T'Challa,” Steve said, standing and slipping the phone into his back pocket. “I thought you were still in Vienna for the UN meetings?”

“I was, but we decided to take a recess for a few days, as I had things to take care of in Wakanda and we were not really getting anything done.” T'Challa moved the box from under his arm, thrusting it at Steve, a small indecipherable smile on his face. “I was, however, asked to give this to you.”

“Me?” Steve asked, cold fear flooding his body. “How would they know you could get it to me? Does someone know we’re here?”

“Yes, but I assure you, it’s no one you need worry about,” T'Challa smirked, an amused twinkle in his eye. “They told me not to tell you who it is from, and that you’d recognize the sender when you opened it.”

“Okay…,” Steve said slowly. “Thank you for bringing it to me,” he called out as the King turned and walked away.

“My pleasure, Captain.”

Steve felt his confusion rise when he heard the obvious entertainment in T'Challa’s voice. Looking down at the box in his hand, he sat back down in his chair and began to open it.

A rattling noise came from inside when the box flipped, and Steve’s brow furrowed. Once opened, he dumped the content of the box into his lap and felt his heart drop into his stomach as he looked at the objects in his lap.

Plastic pieces of what looked like an old, cheap flip phone fell out, shattered as though someone had taken a hammer to it repeatedly. On top of the pieces, a slip of paper.

Steve picked up the paper, heart pounding in his chest and ears, and unfolded it.

All that was written inside, in Tony’s blocky, engineer handwriting, was:

Fuck. You. :)

Regarding Dean

Dean and Sam found you in the midst of packing your duffel – your face contorted with rage. You had spent all night searching for Dean after he ditched you at the bar, and it pissed you off to no end when you didn’t receive one call or even a goddamn text.

“Y/N, no, wait –“

“Sam, if you so much defend your brother right now, I will punch you. Let me guess, you found him hungover as hell at some diner.” You laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at the two brothers that stood by the door. Dean watched you in awe, a silly grin on his face as he watched you.

“If you would just listen for one minute I can explain what happened,” Sam tried again, he was sick of this already – trying to help Dean but he had pissed too many people off in the span of 24 hours. Quickly whirling around, you scowled at the two of them, becoming livid at the cheesy grin on your boyfriend’s face. It took everything in you not to roundhouse kick him. You had worried all night, praying to every higher power that he was okay – but of course, he acted like nothing happened.

“Well hello, gorgeous. And who might you be?” Dean smirked, licking his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Fuck you, Dean. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore,” You hissed, unshed tears brimming your eyes. Why would he act like this? The two of you had been good…more than good for the past few months now ever since you realized that he hadn’t died from the bomb implanted in him to wipe out the Darkness.

“Whoa, feisty, babe. I’m sure we can work out whatever your problem is,” He merely winked, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. It took you a moment to process what he had said, eyes wide in disbelief. Turning towards Sam, you waited for an explanation for Dean’s behavior.

“Is he still drunk?” You seethed, raking your fingers through your hair, shoulders tense at the stupidity of the situation.

“No, Y/N. Now shut up and listen. He’s been hexed-“

“What? Sam! What the fuck!”

“It’s his memory. Apparently it’s disappearing, he crashed Baby because he forgot how to put it in reverse. He didn’t even know that he was hexed until we retraced his steps. He’s…forgetting people,” He winced slightly, knowing this would be painful for both you and him if he didn’t kill the damn witch siblings.

“So he doesn’t…Dean?” The eldest Winchester looked at you with a wide boyish grin, eager for your attention as you addressed him. “You don’t know who I am?”

His brows furrowed at you, wondering why you would ask such a question when he was positive he would remember someone like you. He turned to look at his brother, silently asking for help.

“That’s Y/N, Dean. She’s been hunting with us for the past 10 years or so. She’s, um – “

“I’m your girlfriend, Dean.”

Both you and Sam watched Dean process your words, brows furrowed in confusion before a wide boyish grin graced his lips, a smile you hadn’t seen since …god it had been over a decade. It took your breath away, watching how childish and just so carefree Dean was.

“Y/N, is my girlfriend? Oh lord, what did I do to have such a beautiful girl?” He murmured appreciatively, his calloused fingers reaching up and brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. You blushed. Honest-to-Chuck blushed. Sure you and Dean had your moments where the flirting was intense and still held that spark that had yet to die ever since you met him. But this was different. It was as if Dean was falling in love with you all over again and you enjoyed it way more than you should have.

“You’re lucky you have a reason as to what happened last night or else your ass would be out on the side of the road by now,” you playfully scowled at him, only to have him watch you with excitement at the fact that you were talking to him. Taking his hand, you led him over to the bed, sitting down next to him as you waited for Sam to finish his call with Rowena. You could feel Dean’s stare as you watched TV. “Could you not do that?” You grinned, watching as he bashfully looked away from you.

“Sorry it’s just, I can’t believe I can’t remember someone like you. I can – um, I can feel how much I loved, er, love you though and it’s quite frustrating to not have memories with it,” His words sent your heart racing against your chest, dammit Winchester. Even with him losing his memory, he was still just as charming as ever without even realizing it. 

so i need more sam and natasha interactions. because lord knows they’re both pigeonholed into the “therapist friend” and “femme fatale” respectively and i just think they could be so good 

like, even just watching bad spy movies and sam groaning every time natasha points out an inaccuracy, or natasha having to physically pull sam away when steve and bucky start the age old “army versus air force” debate. or them trying to one up each other with bad spots they’ve been dropped into with hardly any warning or preparation. 

sam: yeah the brass sent me into kazakhstan under heavy fire, trying to get out four of our guys. we were bottenecked for almost three days before i could fly them out of there. top that miss russian spy. 

natasha: that’s cute, sammy, but try having your own government burn you in hostile territory. that’s always a good time and little miss russian spy doesn’t have fuckin wings in case of an emergency. in my book, that’s cheating. now shut up and let me tell you why tom cruise wouldn’t last four seconds in the KGB

sam: *muttering* who knew i would miss kazakhstan

and that’s how clint walked in to see his terrifying assassin girlfriend upturn a popcorn bowl over sam wilson’s head

References to serial killers in Marilyn Manson songs
  • “Sam, Son of Man”, early Spooky Kids song references David Berkowitz.
  • Band slogan and lyric from “Cake and Sodomy”, “I am the God of Fuck”, is a direct quote from Charles Manson.
  • Lyrics of the song “Little Horn” are adapted from Revelation 9 of the Bible, the section Charles Manson was obsessed with that eventually led to his murders.
  • “This is beyond your experience” from song “The Reflecting God” is a paraphrase of Richard Ramirez’s last words before his sentencing.
  • Sample of Richard Ramirez, “Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun”, used at the start of “Snake Eyes And Sissies”.
  • Lyrics from “My Monkey”, are either taken from or adapted from the Charles Manson song of the same name.
  • Covered a Charles Manson song, “Sick City”.
  • Past and current band members have taken their names from Charles Manson, Richard Ramirez, David Berkowitz, Ed Gein, Henry Lee Lucas, Albert Fish, John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy and Richard Speck.
  • Spooky Kids songs “Dune Buggy” and “Let Your Ego Die” is a reference to Charles Manson.
  • “Portrait Of An American Family” was originally going to be called “The Manson Family Album”.
  • “Portrait Of An American Family” is a reference to “Portrait Of An American Serial Killer”, a documentary about Henry Lee Lucas.
  • “No, don’t, this is gonna hurt someone” sample taken from the public suicide of Budd Dwyer and used in song “Get Your Gunn”.
  • “Why are the children doing what they’re doing? Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and then cut his throat?“ sample from Charles Manson used in “My Monkey”. Several other Charles Manson samples were used in this song, along with a sample from The Beatles’ song “Helter Skelter”.
  • Sample of Charles “Tex” Watson, Manson Family member, saying “We would swoop down on the town, and kill everyone that wasn’t beautiful.” backmasked and used in the song “The Beautiful People”.
  • “A loved one laid his head in her lap, red roses fell to the floor, and the world stood still” in song “Coma Black”, is a reference to the assassination of JFK by Lee Harvey Oswald.
  • “Last night… I think he should have suffered… longer,” sample from “The Love Song” is Lee Harvey Oswald’s mother talking about his death.
  • Song “Revelation 9″ (b-side of “Get Your Gunn”) is a reference to the Bible section Charles Manson was obsessed with. If you play this song backwards you can hear many more disturbing references to Charles Manson, and twisted interpretations of the Bible.The Beatles had a song called “Revolution 9″ also, which was one of Charles Manson’s favourites.
  • Sample of Charles Manson singing “I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna kill you” used in the song “Dope Hat”.
  • Unreleased song “Smells Like Children” uses sample of Albert Fish saying “I like children, they are tasty”.
  • Many references to the Columbine school shooters, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, throughout the album “Holy Wood”, most notably on “Disposable Teens” and “The Nobodies” .
  • The album “Holy Wood” is named after a message painted on the side of a school bus used by the Manson Family in their early years.
  • The song “Evidence” from album “Eat Me, Drink Me” is partly about German cannibal Armen Meiwes, who devoured a man who answered an internet request he sent on the now closed site, cannibalsanonymous.com.
  • The songs “President Dead” and “King Kill 33″ reference the Kennedy assassinations and a document attempting to expose Freemasonry in the US government.
  • “Today I am dirty, but tomorrow I’ll be just dirt”, lyric from the song “The Nobodies”, is a direct quote from Carl Panzram, who confessed to raping over 1,000 boys.

If I missed anything tell me, and I’ll edit it.

12.11 coda

fan fiction gap. also phone calls.

Wet leaves sop underfoot as the brothers trek through the woods, retracing Dean’s invisible steps. Sam is keeping both eyes out for anything that could give away the story of what happened last night, fully aware that his brother is practically useless right now.

“So, like,” Dean begins. Sam takes an exasperated breath in prep for the question. “Just how many things do we kill?”

Sam sighs. “A lot.”

“Yeah but, like. More examples,” Dean says, kicking some leaves. The flashlight wiggles in his grip and points too far to left, so Sam gingerly guides his hand back up. Dean smiles at him. “Please tell me I’ve met a mermaid.”

Sam scoffs. “Siren, actually.”

Dean’s eyes go bright and wide. “No way,” he breathes. “I was kidding. Ariel is real?”

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Monster

Word Count: 2039

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence, Canon divergence, Torture, Major character death

A/N: Written for @nichelle-my-belle ‘s angst challenge. My prompt was “It takes a monster to destroy a monster.” This gave me such a hard time and it’s kind of erratic and choppy and doesn’t make much sense to me, but I’ve given up on it and it’s just being posted.

Follow up to Masterpieces


“Dean, please. This isn’t you.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, trying desperately to reach the Dean you once knew. You were tied spread eagle to the rack, practically naked, scraps of clothes barely covering you. “Don’t let him ruin you.”

 

“Oh, but it is me.” Dean slid the razor from your neck down your chest before finally shoving it in, next to your heart. You let out an ear piercing scream and sobbed yourself hoarse while Dean continued to carve and Alastair put you back together, letting Dean carve you to pieces over and over and over.

 

Dean woke with a start; sweat dripping down his face and tears in his eyes, your name on his lips. “Dean?” Sam questioned. “Y/N again?”

“What I did to her…” Dean swallowed thickly, choking back tears. “Sammy, I tore her apart. She begged me not to and I just laughed at her and did it anyway.”

“Dean, it wasn’t you.” Sam sat next to Dean on the bed, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

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This Is Not An April Fool’s Joke Writing Challenge

I can understand why you’d think this would be a joke, since I’ve been too busy to do any writing, yet, here I am, challenging all of you to write something for me. Hypocrite, much? Yes, but here it is, anyway. (And it’s really not a joke because I hate April Fool’s jokes with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns.) You can ask @manawhaat , I had this idea so many months ago, and it’s just now burned a hole into my brain, so I’m releasing it.

Here’s the skinny:

Prompt: Your doorbell rings, and when you answer it, Sam and Dean Winchester are standing there in all of their denim-wrapped glory. Sam gives you the most effective set of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen and says, “[insert your name here], thank God you’re home. We need you.” They are not actually Jared and Jensen sent by your friend as an April Fool’s joke, they really are Sam and Dean Winchester, and they really need your help to save their hunt.

Rules: 

1. YOU ARE YOU. 

With all of your talents and flaws, your life is the basis for this fic. What talent or gift do you have that could help Sam and Dean Winchester save the world? This can be set in canon-verse, or in French Mistake-verse, as long as Sam and Dean’s world collides with yours. Bonus points if you don’t give yourself a gift or talent you don’t actually have (like secretly being a psychic or something). We all have gifts and talents, and I want you to find that within yourself. Feel free to tailor your hunt to whatever gift you have. Maybe the monster of the week is weakened by bad singing and you’re notoriously tone-deaf? Whatever it is, the Winchesters know YOU specifically have this gift and can help them.

2. Since you are you, please use your name (or a nickname if you’re not comfortable using your actual name) instead of Y/N.

3. Fluff, angst, smut, whatever, it’s all acceptable.

4. Tag me in your post and use the tag, #Not An April Fool’s Joke Challenge.

5. It would be cool if you got your story posted by the end of the month. No pressure, though. I’ll be making a masterlist for this as the fics get written.

6. Feel free to drag any other characters into this that you want. 

7. Write as little or as much as you want. No minimum or maximum word count.

8. PLEASE USE THE KEEP READING FEATURE if your fic is more than 500 words or before your list of tags. It makes everything look so much nicer. If you don’t know how to do it, feel free to ask me!

No need to send me an ask to sign up or anything, so no pressure. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Have fun with this!! I can’t wait to read what ya’ll write!!!

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Ten Years (Part 10)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,786

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)

Welcome to the story! I am honestly so excited to share this one with you. Winteriron is my FAVORITE, and even though this story will be sad and hard to read in some spots, I hope you all love it like I do.

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Prologue
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“Hey, Tony can I–”

“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

“Let me hel–”

“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”

Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”

“I was hoping you would–”

“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
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“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Tony. It’s not a problem.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”

“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”

“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.

“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.

He hated when they fought.

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Guys I just realized something terrible. We all know that Pidge is searching for her brother and father. We also know that when Shiro hurt Matt it was to protect him so he could be sent with his father. If Matt is going to be in season 3 then there is a good chance that he is either with his father or looking for him. And if the screenshot of him and Shiro is real, he found Shiro. Matt only knows about his team from the Kerberos mission being in space. He has no clue that his little sister is in space, piloting a giant alien lion, risking her life looking for him and her father. He doesn’t know that she’s been looking for them the entire time! But Shiro knows. Shiro knows that Pidge is looking for them. If that screenshot is real, how will Matt feel knowing his little sister, Katie Holt, is out in space, now with a new name and a new identity entirely, risking her life for him? And can you imagine how he would react to finding out how she got here?

“You brought my little sister into space? You got out, you got saved from this whole mess, you went aLL THE WAY BACK TO EARTH JUST TO DRAG MY 14 YEAR OLD SISTER INTO THE HANDS OF A BUNCH OF PLANET ENSLAVING ALIENS WHO ARE TRYING TRYING TO KILL US?!?”

Don’t Turn Around (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can I have a one shot/fic where the reader is 18 and an avenger. She instantly became close to Steve and he’s like a protective older brother, and they’re really close. One day they all go on a mission and she tells Steve that she has a bad feeling. Sometime during the mission she goes missing. Steve is a wreck & about 6 months later they find her. When they do she’s completely broken. Shattered. She doesn’t say anything to any of them on the ride back and there’s an occasional whimper.  When they fix the physical damage she goes back to her room, and she doesn’t really leave it. They all try talking to her but she just doesn’t say much back. One night Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and just hears of crying. So he goes in to comfort her like any big bro would. Once she’s settled she tells Steve every single detail of what she went through and he finds it’s worse than what he imagined.  (It’s already angsty, so I didn’t go into these details)

2. Omg, requests are open. I was wondering if you could write a Steve x reader where they are dating and she gets captured by hydra, so Steve looks for her, finds her and helps her recover

As he sat in the back of the quinjet, relinquishing his control and allowing Sam to fly, Steve sat with an eerie stillness, with the exception of the bounce in his leg to demonstrate the withering of his last moment of patience.  His muscles were rigid and his fists clenched, with closed eyes that allowed the torturous images to continue in an endless loop like a bad movie stuck on repeat. You had told him that something felt wrong before that last mission together.  You told him that you thought they should retreat back, but as usual, he didn’t listen.  He didn’t listen, and now it had been six months since he had last seen you. Because of his own damn insistence on thinking he knew best, you were missing and this was the first lead that they had caught the trail of in that whole time. 

“Steve, I swear, you’re shaking the whole jet. Stop it.”

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