“Well, when I was nine years old Star Trek came on. I looked at it and I went screaming through the house, ‘Come here, mum, everybody, come quick, come quick, there’s a black lady on television and she ain’t no maid!’ I knew right then and there I could be anything I wanted to be.” - Whoopi Goldberg speaking of Nichelle Nichols

“When I was young, my dad always let me listen to comedy albums. I always knew about comedy, I always loved comedy.The day that I saw Whoopi Goldberg on television, I cried so hard, because I kept looking at my daddy going, ‘Oh my god. there’s somebody on TV that looks like me! She looks like me! Yay! I can be on TV! I can be on TV! I can do it! Look at her look at her! she looks just like me.‘” -Leslie Jones speaking of Whoopi Goldberg 

*** Filming of the movie DAMSEL by Zellner Brothers UPDATE ***

We know now that on August 22nd 2016 Rob flew from Los Angeles, California to Portland, Oregon. There were several sightings (most at Kozy Kitchen), but no pictures so far. Also Mia Wasikowska has been seen with him. Because Rob has still his DAMSEL looks (the little mustache and the scruff) we assume that after wrapping filming in Utah they will now continue filming in Portland, Oregon. We will keep you up to date…

Sightings: and and and


Characters:  Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary:  Sam tries out a new sigil

Word Count:  496

Warnings:  Language and smut (wrap it up at home, guys)

This is for my 2K drabble celebration.  @yesimcastielsgirl requested “Is is supposed to look like that?” with Sam. 

Originally posted by frozen-delight


Sam uses a dry erase marker to draw the sigil on the bathroom mirror. He steps back admiring his handy work.

“Is it supposed to look like that?” you question.

“Yeah, I think so. I remember seeing it in an old Men of Letters file.”

“And it’s supposed to mute any sound coming from this room?”

“Yep,” Sam says with a grin, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bed. “You can be as loud as you want to night, baby.”

He tosses you on the bed and climbs on, running his fingers over your ribcage, making you giggle. “Stop!” you gasp, trying to twist away. He knows how ticklish you are. Sam laughs before planting his lips on yours, kissing you deep and hard. His enormous hand slides under your waistband, searching out your core. One large finger slides into you, knuckles deep.

“You like that, baby?”

“God yes, Sam.”

“Louder,” Sam demands.


Sam increases his assault, another finger joining the first, dragging rapidly across your g-spot while his thumb works your clit. He watches you, his lips parted, his eyes filled with lust, as you squirm beneath him. “Harder, please,” you whimper.

“What was that?” he says with a wicked grin.

“HARDER PLEASE!” Sam obliges and within seconds you are coming undone, pulsing around his fingers, coming hard and fast.

Sam slips his fingers out of you once you stop vibrating. His kicks his pants off while you shimmy out of your shorts. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his glorious torso. His cock is thick and hard. “How do you want me?” he asks, pumping himself in his hand lazily. You flip over on to all fours.

Sam groans, enjoying the view. He nudges at your folds before plunging into you, your slickness welcoming him. “Oh, god, Sam.”

“Louder,” he grunts.

“SAM! GOD! FUCK!” you scream as he thrusts in and out of you.  “BABY…AH…AH…OH…SHIT…SHIT.”  The louder you moan the harder he pumps into you.  “SAAAAM!” you shout his name at the top of your lungs as you clench around his throbbing cock.The two of you come together, Sam’s hips stuttering as he fills you.  

“Jesus Christ, baby, that was amazing,” he says, pulling out and flopping on to the bed beside you.

“Mmm,” is all you can manage to say, simultaneously sated and exhausted.


Someone is banging on the door. “Sam,” you say, nudging him with your foot. “Wake up.”  

Dean shouts through the door, “Come on, time to wake up. We got work to do.”

Sam rolls out of bed with a groan and opens the door for his brother.  

“Rise and shine, campers,” Dean says. “I know you’re tired and all, what with all that screaming last night, but we got shit to do.”

You turn beet red and hide your face under the covers. Sam laughs. “Oops. Guess that sigil wasn’t quite right after all.”

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Eye of the Storm

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Chuck (mentioned), Lucifer (mentioned), Reader (Y/N), Torturer, Lady Antonia Bevell

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: Angsty and dark af, major character death, loss, torture (very descriptive in places), violence, near drowning, smut, cheating (kinda but not really - hard to explain)

Wordcount: 3800ish

A/N: This is written for @kittenofdoomage Summer Lovin Challenge where my prompt was storm watching.

It is also my entry for @nichelle-my-belle spn angst challenge, where my prompt was: “They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had to do.”

Both girls challenged me to make them cry and I hope I was able to succeed in making you squeeze a tear or two.

Thanks to @blacktithe7 for patient and awesome and really pushing me and helping me get this right, as she betaed for me on this. P.s she is too blame for this getting darker than planned so thank her!

Also thanks the @adriellej for being encouraging and the sweetest beta ever.

Sam started to come too, only to feel a throbbing, aching pain on the back of his head. He tried to move. His hands were bound to the chair. The room was so dark he couldn’t make out a single shape in the inky blackness.Then his memories slowly started to come back to him along with the rush of emotions. Sadness, emptiness, anger.

“Mr. Winchester! You are awake,” a deep british growl sounded through the room as a bright light filled the room. The sudden change hurt his eyes but also filling him with defiance.

“I was afraid, you were gonna sleep through all the fun.” Sam looked up to see the face of his captor. A small man. No bigger than Chuck with a nasty scar running from the bridge of his nose all the way down to the left side of his jaw. His eyes were sparkling with a menacing icy coldness that sent a slight shiver down the hunter’s spine. Sam watched as he soaked a towel in the bucket of water sitting in front of him. His jaw clenched. He knew what was coming.

“You know, Sam. Can I call you Sam?” The man didn’t stop and wait for a reply, not that Sam had any plans of honoring him with one. He was busy trying to distract his mind. Dig deep to get away from what he knew was about to happen.

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Don’t You Remember

Characters – Formerly Soulless!Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary – Reader runs into the Winchester brothers after Sam gets his soul back

Word Count – 1,636

Warnings – Angst

A/N – For my fluffy soul, it kills me to leave it like this, but since this is for @nichelle-my-belle’s Angst Challenge, angst you shall have!  My prompt was: “He forgot you.  Remember that.”  Feedback is always appreciated!

Tags are at the end; please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Originally posted by thesolitaryghost

Your name: submit What is this?

You were walking on the sidewalk getting ready to have dinner with your friend Beth when you suddenly froze in place.  Beth skidded to a stop, trying to avoid running into you, then tried to turn you toward her.  “Y/N?” she asked, “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t speak. All you could do was stare straight ahead, where two very tall men had just left the diner and were heading towards you.  A squeak left your mouth, a combination of panic and pain, and you felt your heart breaking all over again.  Beth looked from your pale face to the men who continued to walk toward you, unaware of the anxiety they were causing.

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One Foot Out the Door

Summary: You have always wanted Sam and hoped that one day it might be mutual, when Soulless!Sam does something unforgivable, you realize just what you need to do

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x reader, Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2293

Warnings: bad language, also descriptions of a panic attack, so be careful if you suffer from them

A/N: this was written for Nichelle’s angst challenge. I received the sentence: I asked her if she believed in love and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm. Also, there may be a 2nd part later if enough people are interested. :)

Tagging: @theerinpage @rockingmotherhood @ellen-reincarnated1967 @mrswhozeewhatsis @demondean-for-kingofhell @nichelle-my-belle @torn-and-frayed @loveitsallineed @ilostmyshoereads @d-s-winchester @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @spectaculacular-sammy

Thank God the hotel was within walking distance, you sighed when you saw the neon lights blinking off and on in that seedy red color that all of these cheap hotels had. Pulling your room key out of your pocket, you leaned against the door for just a second-body tired, head tired, and most of all your heart was tired. It had been one helluva day, filled with questioning people and getting nowhere in the research department. That had led to the bar, which led to you ignoring Sam as women basically threw themselves at his feet as he reveled in it. You knew that it wasn’t really his fault that he acted the way he did. It still hurt though when he shamelessly hit on women at bars, or hell, even when you guys partnered up to interview people. The women couldn’t seem to help themselves where he was concerned. The man oozed sex from every pore in his gigantic soulless body. Watching him leave the bar with yet another skank, had been the final kick in the gut to an already shitty day.

Turning the key you twisted the knob and pushed the door open, hitting the light switch on your right, stepped into the room and froze. The breathy moan from said bar skank who was currently riding Sam in your bed was the final straw and you saw red.

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