of the riverside


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Hi, here’s more of the Bloodborne AU nobody asked for! And here’s some tunes for the mood.

Jamison wakes to a pale sky and hard stone splayed beneath his back.

Sweet smelling flowers cluster by his head. The surrounding garden breathes with the passing winds, soft blades of grass whispering unintelligible secrets by his ears. The air is cool, gentle, the breeze a welcome touch, but no matter how many times he’s come back, everything has a sticky sort of dampness that clings to his clothes and burrows down through his marrow, the kind that hangs around the riverside or amongst weathered gravestones.

Death, he supposes. Not that it ever truly comes.

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Grow Up Winchester's - Dean x Sam x Reader

Part Of: Natalie’s 1000 Followers Challenge @frickfracklesackles Movie quote E: Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have. - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Supernatural Drabble Warnings: language

Dean and Sam were hunting a duo of witches and they tried to kill the witches and wound up having a spell put on both of them. So before the spell kicked in Sam texted his girlfriend Y/n “Dean and I were hit with a spell, we need help can you come take care of us, until Castiel kills the witches and the spells are reversed - Riverside Motel room 4004”. That’s weird, way weird, but ok, she thought and that’s exactly what she texted him. She drove to the hotel and went to the room and the door was locked so she picked it the way Sam showed her. She opened the door and there was crap everywhere, at first she thought the room had been trashed. Until she heard the sound of a baby crying. “What the fuck” she said, a little popped out from behind what she could now tell was a fort, he screamed “you say bad word”. She looked at the ceiling, then at the boy, “tell me you’re not Sam” she said, “ha, no I Dean, that Sammy” he said pointing at the baby laying on his face on the floor. “Holy fuck, their kids” she said, she dropped her bags on the floor and picked up baby Sam off the floor. She grabbed her phone and called Castiel, “hello Y/n” he said. “Castiel, you have to hurry and kill those bitches” she said. “I’m searching for them Y/n, who’s baby’s crying” Cas said, “Sam” she said, “Sam doesn’t have a baby” Cas said. “No, Sam is the baby, and Dean how old are you” she said, Dean held up three fingers, “yeah and Dean’s three as in years old” Y/n said, “oh I see, I will hurry Y/n” Cas said.

“Wah wah wah wah” Sam screamed, “lady I hungry, I want to eat” Dean said. “Please Chuck kill me now” she said, she got up and looked around and there was no food and she smelled something gross coming from baby Sam. “Dean I’ll get you something eat but we need to go to the store we need diapers and milk for Sam” she said. She held Dean’s hand as they walked out to the car, she had no car seats. She looked around and there was a Quick Mart across the street and a McDonald’s. They ran across the street, “I want to eat” Dean whined, “look we’ll go get you food but I gotta get Sam’s food first ok just be good and I’ll get you ice cream” she said.

They went in the store and she held Dean’s hand and held Sam in the other arm, she saw umbrella strollers and “here Dean hold your brother” she said handing baby Sam to little Dean. She grabbed the stroller and took the tag off and put Sam in it and strapped him in. She picked up the stuff they needed, still holding Dean’s hand. She got diapers, formula, baby bottles and water and chips, popcorn and beer and whiskey. The cashier checking them out looked at Y/n like she was crazy, “what? I’m babysitting I drink” she said. Y/n put the bags on the stroller handles and she picked up Dean, “down please” he said. “No way Deano I don’t trust you not to run away from me” she said. They went to McDonald’s and she got Dean his food and a toy came in the happy meal. Dean of course remembered the ice cream so she got him a sundae and they went back to the room.

As soon as they were in the room she gave Dean his lunch, she laid Sam on the bed and pulled his pants off, unfastened his diaper and opened it, “eww yuck, so gross, this may affect our sex life Sam” she said. She took a wipe and cleaned his butt, she got a clean wipe and cleaned his penis. “Holy fuck, that was weird” she said putting a new diaper on Sam, she threw the diaper away and washed her hands.

Y/n fed Sam a bottle and gave Dean some of the ice cream not all, she knew about the sugar rush. After he ate Dean passed out, “huh, some things never change” she laughed. As she held baby Sam he stared up at her and she saw that happy Sam look, “there’s my Sammy, I miss the big you, the one I don’t have to change, the one who’d be rubbing my shoulders right now” she said. Baby Sam fell asleep in her arms, she laid him on the bed and finally got to her lunch.

She bit into her burger and it was cold and so were here fries but she dipped them in the rest of Dean’s ice cream. She got a few hours of peace and quiet before Dean woke up. As soon as he was awake he started jumping on the bed and he jumped right on Sam. “Wah wah wah wah” Sam cried, “Dean don’t jump on the bed” she said loudly as she picked up Sam. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop” Dean said with a cute sad look, “it’s okay Dean he just got scared, cause he was sleeping, no more jumping on the bed” she said. Dean grabbed the toy from his happy meal and went into his fort he built with blankets and pillows. A few minutes later Dean was running around the room screaming or as Dean called it singing, Sam joined in. “Oh shit my head, hurry up Cas, I can’t take much more” she said, “I want drink” Dean said. She got a juice box and put the straw in and gave it to Dean, she got a beer for herself.

The time came to change baby Sam again and she did the same as the first time, opened the diaper, wiped his butt and his penis. This time when she was getting the new diaper he peed and it squirted all over her. “Ahhh” she screamed, Sam giggled and kicked his feet, “he pee on you” Dean said bursting out laughing. She spit the pee out of her mouth and put a dry diaper on Sam and washed her face. She was going to change her shirt but she looked at Dean who was painting the wall with ketchup and mustard. Sam started crying and Dean kept painting and she had reached the end of her rope. Just as she felt the tears building a flash of blue light went through the room, she was pushed down to the floor by an immense pressure.

When she could see again, she was on the floor with Sam straddling her waist and she looked at Dean who was a man again. Dean was on his knees with ketchup and mustard on his fingers, he was staring between his hands and the painted wall. “Sam, could you get off me” she said, Sam stood up and immediately felt uncomfortable. “Y/n what am I doing” Dean said, “you said you were making me a picture” she said. “Babe why am I wearing a diaper” Sam said, “yeah that spell you got hit with turned you into a baby Sam and Dean you were three” she said.

Sam went to the bathroom and took off the diaper and came out, “so you changed baby me” Sam said. Y/n opened her mouth to speak but Dean cut her off, “I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I” Dean said. “Well you show me your penis and said it’s name was Duke” she said, Dean looked at her horrified, “take it easy Deano I was just kidding you didn’t do anything embarrassing” she said. “Sam you keep looking at the yellow stain on my shirt, baby Sam kinda peed on me” she said. “Oh shit Y/n how are you ever gonna look at his dick the same way” Dean said. “Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have” she said.

Cas zapped himself into the room, “oh good you aren’t children anymore, how are you, Y/n” Cas said, “Cas if this happens again, you watch the kids and I’ll kill the witches” she said. Sam wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight hug, “I’m hungry, I feel like I haven’t ate all day” Sam said. “You haven’t, you just drank formula” she said, “yuck, what did I eat” Dean said. “McDonald’s” she answered, “Cas can you please zap out and get us something I’m exhausted” Dean said, “me too, you were one wild kid Dean and Sam you were a very fussy baby” she said. Cas zapped pizza and beer in and they had whiskey, since Cas didn’t eat he left and Dean pigged out on pizza and so did Sam while Y/n nursed the bottle of whiskey. “Hey Sam you remember when I said one day I’d want to give up hunting and have a husband well you and a bunch a kids” she said. “Yeah I remember” Sam said, “forget I said anything” she said.

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     No cockpit demands as much intense focus as an SR-71 Blackbird’s, and in frustrating irony, no cockpit offers a better view. There was no time to look out the window. The plane knew when your eyes started to wander to the spectacle of earth from 85,000 feet; that’s when something would go wrong. There was much to monitor. The many “steam gauge” instruments reflect a bygone era, giving the pilot information ranging from heading to compressor inlet temperature, each dial representing a critically important system.

      Even though this cockpit was operated through 2,854 flight hours, it looks brand new. That’s because it was only ever flown using the gloved hands of a crew member wearing the essential high altitude pressure suit. Every control is large enough to be adjusted with those bulky pressure suit gloves. 

     You sit atop your throne, the SR-1 ejection seat, which carries a rare 100% success rate. To operate the circuit breakers, you must reach beside and behind your seat, outside your field of view through the pressure suit helmet. To make sure you actuate the correct breaker, you count down the rows and columns by feel.

     March Field Air Museum in Riverside, California, is kind enough to display SR-71A 17975 with her cockpit open. This gives us a rare peek inside the world of the Blackbird, allowing us to look inside something that was formerly top secret and reserved only for a privileged few crew members. These photos were captured using a camera extended into the cockpit via monopod. At no point did I or my equipment come in contact with the artifact.