sam what have you gotten me into

volarfinch  asked:

concept: protective pidge

uMM excuse me this is not a concept this is 100% canon let me explain you many many things

I think being protective of others is a double-edged sword, and we see it with Pidge a lot.

If you fall under the list of people who believe Pidge didn’t tell her mother she was breaking back into the Garrison, in a way, I see her not telling her mother as a form of protection. If you can tell me you firmly believe Iverson would only arrest Pidge on treason, I’d argue otherwise.

The Garrison might’ve gotten Colleen into trouble. If Katie’s a minor (I headcanon her to be at least 16. I see Pidge at 14, but Katie at 16), her mom might have gotten in trouble with the Garrison, too.

She also tried to protect her mother from the Garrison’s lies. Yeah, she definitely had her own motivations to uncovering the truth. She knew that there was something more to Matt and Sam’s disappearances than what official sources told her. But in doing so, she might’ve been trying to give her mother hope. (I’ll own up to these being a stretch.)

ANYWAYS, onto more solid canon things regarding Pidge.

In “Return of the Gladiator,” Pidge learns that Shiro attacked Matt at some point. She looked like she was ready to take him down; luckily she managed to calm down enough and then later we learn Shiro saved Matt. (Lucky for Shiro, really.)

Pidge is super protective of her teammates. Yeah, she’s aloof and unsure at first, but she pushes past this. But that’s really not until the Castle of the Lions Siege arc. It breaks my heart because I’ve seen so many fans disregard the things she said and did during those episodes.

Pidge could’ve left earlier than she planned to during that arc. But she stayed longer than she probably intended. Not only that, but she saved her teammates’ lives by sabotaging Sendak and Haxus’ plans. Also, Lance can suck it because he is NOT the one who “shot Sendak’s arm off.” That was Pidge. And she didn’t just shoot it off. Oh, no. She sliced that sucker off with her bayard. Not to mention she killed a Galra onscreen (RIP Haxus). I don’t think anyone else has done that. 

Had Pidge not stepped up to the challenge in that arc, her team would have died. I really hate it when people make the claim that Pidge needs protection. But all of those dumb but lovable boys would be dead without her protecting them.

Note that my memory of season 2 is foggy because I haven’t re-watched as many times as I have the first season of VLD. (I’m really bitter about S2, and I will stop talking about that bitterness here otherwise I won’t shut up about it.)

But when Ulaz broke into the Castle, what was Pidge’s first move? Stealth attack. Protecting her team and the Castle. Sure, she ended up getting dragged (literally!) for it, but she still tried to protect them.

And in the comics, there’s a moment in the third issue (MY FAV BECAUSE MY GIRL’S FRONT AND CENTER) that I fucking love. If you haven’t read it, spoilers ahead.

Basically she has to fight all of the other Paladins. She knows all of their weaknesses and uses them to win.

Well, all of them except Shiro, that is.

She can’t think of any of his weaknesses except for his PTSD. She probably could’ve found a way to trigger it, but here’s the thing: SHE DOESN’T GO THAT ROUTE. Instead of choosing to hurt Shiro though a debilitating means, she takes a risk and hacks his Galra hand to “freeze.” (She wasn’t sure if it would work, but my girl got lucky.)

So yeah, Pidge is protective af.

“Dean what the hell were you thinking, going after that werewolf like that half-cocked? You could have gotten yourself killed. Hell, you almost did get yourself killed!” Sam fumed, trying not to tear Dean apart for being so fucking stupid. The images of Dean, laying on his back, that…that thing snarling above him, lips pulled back in a wicked snarl played over and over in his head like a fucking movie suck on repeat.

“You know why,” he replied.

“So help me god, if you say it was because you wanted to protect me, I will shove my foot so far up your ass that… what the hell are you doing?” Sam’s question froze his movements, his shirt was now halfway off exposing his lower stomach and his jeans that were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“Uh…I’m changing clothes,” he said and Sam could tell, he could just tell, that he was trying to sound nonchalant but every word was laced with a teasing tone that told Sam that he knew exactly was he was doing.


Dean pulled the rest of his shirt off. And Sam tried not to look at his exposed body, all that tan, freckled skin that was literally begging to be touched and licked and kissed.

“You know, Sam, I’m really resisting the urge not to say something right now. I’m changing clothes because these are covered in blood.” His fingers hooked around the edge of his jeans getting ready to undo the button.

“Stop, Dean. Stop undressing,” Sam could already fell the anger starting to fade.


“Because I can’t stay mad at you when you start undressing,” Sam growled.

“I know.”

“That’s not fair, Dean.”

“Exactly,” he said with a smile and pulled down the rest of his jeans.


I sent one of my ravens to watch over a friend of mine in Texas. On his way back the raven stopped in Dallas. He must’ve  gotten into bad company because when he returned he had picked up smoking, cussin’ in Spanish, listening to death metal, and drinking Lone Star beer. Even worse he turned into a Dallas Cowboys fan.

He pulled a knife on me when I took his smokes away. What have you done Texas? He used to be such a good raven! Now he is a raven delinquent. 

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“What the hell lady! You could have gotten yourself killed!”

You thought it would be a simple beginners hunt, but of course you were wrong. There was supposed to be one ghost, and there ended up being about 50. And like every other hunter they wanted to kill you.

“Um, excuse me, but your tall friend almost got his spine broken by one of them, so don’t be yelling at me!”

When you were almost killed 2 other hunters came rushing in and saved you, one tall and brunette, and the other with green eyes and dirty blonde hair

“Whatever, I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We’re the-”


They both looked surprised

“How’d you know” the tall one asked.

“Everyone knows you”


For the anon who asked for Sam Wilson where he and the reader hate each other. Hope you like it!

“Well fuck you Wilson.” You snap storming away from him.
“Is that an offer?” He smirks and you stare at him, brows furrowed. You’re rooted to the spot as he crosses his arms over his very impressive chest.
“Do you think this is some sort of joke?” You snarl stalking toward him. “Your little slip there could have gotten you killed.” You jab him with a finger.
“Yea what would you care wife you hate me anyway.” Damn him for being so damn stubborn, and annoying and a fucking know it all. You glare up at him and his arms uncross.
“Rogers would be pissed if I came home without you, husband.” You snip right back. Damn Rogers for pairing you with Sam, for this mission. Why couldn’t you have been paired with someone you didn’t want to strangle all the time? Like Bucky? Steve had claimed that all your and Sam’s bickering would help sell you as a married couple.

You glare at him, your chests raising and falling, he is so frustrating! Which is what makes what happens next so bizarre. Sam’s hands cup your cheeks and his mouth collides with yours. He turns your bodies so you’re pinned between him and the wall as his mouth devours yours. You groan into his mouth, as your hands tug at the short curls on the top of his head. He growls pulling his lips from yours, he drags them down your neck. One of his hands dips into your pants and he growls again when he realizes you’re not wearing any underwear.

“Tell me you want this.” He pants, his hand cupping your pussy.
“Fuck yes.” You tell him yanking his shirt off of him. It’s hanging from the wrist of the hand that’s still in your pants and he swipes a finger across your slick folds and you both moan. “Sam.” You whine as he rubs his thumb on your clit. He shoves your pants down as you yank off your shirt, the see through lace bra makes him groan. His teeth find your nipple through the fabric and you drop your head back against the wall with a moan. “Oh my god.” You huff reaching for the button on his jeans. You squirm under his fingers as the pump in and out of your core.
“You’re so wet for me.” He coos sounding pleased. You wrap your hand around the soft flesh of his cock as he slides his hand out of your pants and licks his fingers. “Next time, I’m going to eat that pussy until you cum but right now.” He groans as you slowly pump him. “Right now I just want to fuck you.” He shoves your pants to the floor and you step out of them.
“Yes.” You breathe and he hooks one arm under your leg fitting his lithe body between your legs. You line his cock up with your pussy and he thrusts, filling you slowly.
“God you feel so good.” Sam groans as he pounds into you. Skin on skin slapping against yours, his cock filling you with every thrust.

“Sam I’m going to cum.” You moan, “fuck.” You claw at his shoulders he rubs your clit with the hand that isn’t around your leg and you cum. He pulls out of you then and you instantly miss the feeling of him inside of you.
“Bedroom.” He growls picking you up and moving to the bedroom. He drops down onto the bed. His body covering yours, his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, teasing it into attention.
“Fuck Sam.” You whimper as he marks your skin with gentle bites. One on each breast, one on your hip, then he moves to your inner thigh. You want him on your pussy so bad. You’ve got a hand on his head, the short hair there doesn’t give you much to hold onto. Finally he moves to where you want him. His mouth covers your pussy and uses the flat of his tongue on your clit. He hums and you swear you’ve died.
“Oh my god Sam. There. Right there.”
“You like that baby?” He purrs before sucking on your clit again.
“Hell yes.” You whine, and he laughs against you before doing it again.

“Roll over onto your stomach.” He orders just before you cum for the second time.
“Come on baby. Onto your stomach.” You glare at him but do as he asks. “Don’t move.” He tells you straddling your thighs and pressing a hand into the small of your back. He enters you again this time your legs are closer together and it’s an even tighter fit.
“Oh shit.” You breathe and Sam chuckles deeply.
“You’re so tight baby. You feel so fucking good on my cock.” He growls as he picks up the pace. “I’m going to cum. Where?”
“In me. I’m on the pill.” You tell him as his thrusts get erratic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He huffs with every thrust then he stills and cums. His cock twitching inside you pushes you over the edge for the second time.

You’re both quiet for a minute, there’s just your heavy breathing before he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.
“That was, holy shit Sam.”
“Right baby. Long overdue.” He laughs sliding out of you and laying down next to you on the bed.
“Next time I want to be on top.” You tell him with a smirk. He grins that gap toothed smile over at you.
“Next time huh?”

clothes off now

a/n: requested. Hope you guys like it.


I was currently standing in the middle of my walk in closet, wrapped in my towel. Having just gotten out of the shower, I had to figure out what to wear tonight. Tonight was me and Sammy’s 5 year anniversary. Crazy I know. It feels like just yesterday we were juniors, going on our first date, but now here we are, 5 years later and still together.

Granted, they were a crazy 5 years. Yeah, we had our share of ups and downs, good times and bad like every couple. But we made it through. We loved each other so much, we fought to be together.

After we graduated, Sammy moved out to LA with the boys to try and make it big. And he did, his career really took off. And even though we had been together 2 years at that point, it was hard. Not being able to see each other, and our conversations were every few hours. It was so hard, but we made it work. And when he went on tour, coming home for a ‘hometown’ show, I got to see him then. And then after that show, he took me on a few tour stops with him.

After that and he went back to LA, and only came home for holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then for my birthday, and he even surprised me on valentine’s day. He asked me at our dinner if I would come to live out with him. I of course said yes, and now here we are, 3 years later, and still happy as ever.

“hey ma ya in here?” I heard Sammy call out.

“yeah.” I called back, ruffling through a few dresses.

“showered without me?” Sammy asked, smirking from the doorway, noticing the towel wrapped loosely around my body. I laughed to myself and turned and looked at him.

“yeah, I knew if you joined me, we woulda been late for our reservations, and also never made it out of the house.” I smiled coyly at him.

“you know me so well babygirl.” He said, walking over towards me, wrapping me up in his arms, looking down at me. “you should get ready though, we really can’t be late.” He said, leaning down and kissing me briefly before leaving my closet, only to walk into his, picking out his outfit.

Clad in black skinny jeans, a nice blue button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black white yeezy’s. I decided on a simple black dress. Strapless and tight around my chest, and then flared out by my belly button. Stopping a little above mid thigh, and matching it with black heels.

Curled hair, natural makeup, with a smokey eye look. Walking down the stairs I found Sammy waiting, checking his watch. When he heard my heels hitting the ground from the last step he turned and smiled at me.

“babe, you look gorgeous.” He stared at me head to toe, licking his lips.

“Thanks.” I blushed. 5 years and he still makes me feel all giddy.

“we really need to go or we’re going to be late.” He said, reaching and grabbing my hand, practically dragging me out to the uber. I was laughing at his eagerness.

“Sammy, babe, we’ll be okay.” I laughed as He basically rushed me into the back seat.

“I know, but  I just want tonight to be perfect.” He smiled, sliding in next to me and throwing his arm around me.


The restaurant was beautiful. We were sat out on the patio, with little fairy lights strung above us. It was so gorgeous. And then there was a little band that was playing.

“Sammy, this is beautiful.” I smiled, after taking a bite of our dessert that we were sharing.

“I’m glad you think so.” He smiled. He wouldn’t stop staring at me, and he had on his cute little smile. After 5 minutes I finally had to know what was up.

“okay Sammy, what’s up.” I smiled, setting my fork down.

“nothing.” He smiled.

“you’ve been staring at me for like 5 minutes now.”

“sorry, you’re just so beautiful.” He said, sliding out of his seat, and taking my hand.

“you’re so corny.” I laughed, turning away. I hated blushing.

He got down on one knee in front of me, and dug around in his pocket. Was he? No, he’s done this shit before, out at a park and stuff, getting on one knee and then pulling some shit like tying his shoe or something. But this was different than all his other times.

He pulled out a small little box and smiled up at me.

“oh my god.” I gasped.

“please (y/n), don’t.” he spoke. I shot him a confused look. “I have this whole speech planned out.” He laughed. I smiled at him and he took a deep breath.

“(y/n) I love you so much. We’ve been through it all together, and the more I thought about it, nothing made more sense than to ask my best friend to spend the rest of my life with me. So (y/n), baby, will you please marry me.” He asked, looking up at me hopeful.

“yes Sammy!” I shrieked, jumping up and pulling him up with me and jumping into his arms. We rocked back and forth. When we finally pulled apart he kissed me, and then took my hand and slid the ring on.

I couldn’t help but stare. It was so beautiful.

We paid for our meal after spending a little more time there and then headed home. The whole ride home I couldn’t stop kissing him. I was snuggled into his side and kept kissing his cheek and neck, muttering ‘I love you.’

We got home and headed inside, Sammy slamming the door behind us. He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. He stared in my eyes and then his lips were on mine and I was pushed against the door, Sammy’s tongue down my throat.

We pulled away, breathless.

“ma.” He whispered, his hot breath on my ear turning me on so much more than his roaming hands.

“yes daddy?” I asked so innocently, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned and ground himself into me, feeling his member harden.

“let’s take this upstairs.” He spoke into my neck as his lips found their way to attach to my skin. I let out a tiny moan and Sammy pulled away with a smirk, stepping back allowing me to walk in front of him.

The second we got up to our room, Sammy slammed the door and turned to face me as I was standing right in front of our king size bed.

“clothes off. Now.” He demanded, watching me strip. His eyes raked my naked body head to toe. He slowly walked over to me and stopped in front of me. He lightly placed his hand on my waist, and slowly dragged it up my side.

I slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his arms and then trailing my hand down his chest, stopping at his belt. His lips were on my neck and I slowly undid his belt, and the zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down.

We walked over to the bed, him gently laying me down and crawling on top of me. Slowly kissing from my chest up my neck and meeting my lips. He grinded into me, feeling his member rubbing against my clit. The friction causing me to moan into his mouth.

“Sammy. Please.” I whined. He smiled down at me.

“I can’t wait to make love to my fiancé.” He said lowly.

“Sammy.” I smiled, our lips meeting.

I felt him slide the tip in, causing me to moan out a little bit. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly, filling me all the way up.

“Sammy.” I whined, lifting my hips, signaling I needed more. Sammy smirked against my neck and started to move. Deep and slow, then picking up his pace a bit. Sammy brought his hand down and started rubbing my clit.

Our skin was slapping together, and moans were filling the room. My back was arched up off the bed as I reached my climax. Sammy finishing shortly after. Riding out our highs together. Sammy rolled off me, laying down next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into him, getting all cuddly and cute.

“damn ma” Sammy breathed, kissing my cheek.

“that was-“ I breathed out, and Sammy finished my sentence for me. “great.” He huffed.

“I can’t wait to be married ma.” Sammy said, tilting my head a bit, and kissing my lips.

“me either.” I smiled, snuggling into him some more. “I love you Sammy.”

“I love you too (y/n).” he said, holding me tighter.

anonymous asked:

i've been going to therapy for my anxiety, and while having that unbiased person to talk to has really helped me, a lot of what i've gotten out of it i've found apps for! the best ones so far for me have been 'Fear Tools' (free) where you can do some thought journals to move through anxiety and understand where it comes from - my therapist said to start doing thought journals ~3x/day to help steer away from negative patterns of thought. also 'Headspace' (free for the) 10 day meditation startup.

Sam takeover @sorrybubba shameless plug because tipsy and whatnot lol sorry bridge //

Yeah apps are great from a medicated anxietee (defo not a word) they’re great when you’re out or in bed and alone .. literally not figuratively. Pacifica is a great app to track your mood because you can say what you’re feeling when and it helps to decipher when you’re low in the day / week so you can figure out how to control your triggers. They also have great breathing exercises which have saved me many a time from falling into a full blown anxiety attack (which for me are particularly horrific as they come across as full blown seizing fits that land me in hospital ) xx

Human Things

word count: ~2800

Summary: You decide Cas needs to experience a normal “human thing” - a sleepover. (Cas x reader fluff)

You were currently standing in the kitchen of the bunker, snacking on some grapes.  You could pretty much feel Dean’s judgment on your snack choice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.  He was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of his nose, looking at Chuck-knows-what.

Sam was in the library, searching for a case.  It had been almost a week since you had gotten back from your last hunt, and things were getting a bit boring.  There were only so many nights in a row the three of you could head into town to have a few beers at the local pubs, so you all decided to stay in tonight.

As you turned to grab another grape to pop in your mouth, Cas appeared next to you.

“Geez, Cas.  One of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” you berated, before eating your grape.

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Imagine demon Dean kidnapping you because he wants you all to his own.

“Oh God” you groaned, placing a hand on your head that hurt terribly.

“Nope just me” came a gruff voice from next to you and your eyes immediately snapped open with your head turning to the voice’s direction.

“Dean” you whispered in disbelief. But you really shouldn’t be surprised because he was the last thing you saw before everything got dark. He was chasing Sam and you on the bunker as he had gotten free, but when you tried to protect Sam everything got from bad to worse and thus you found yourself here.

“Goodmorning sunshine” he grinned widely at you and even if you’d normally have smiled back you now only looked at him in fear.

“Where am I? What did you do to me?” you tucked at the cufs that had your one hand bound to the metal bed “Sam” you breathed out “What did you do to Sam?!” you snapped at him and he let a deep growl under his breath, visibly rolling his eyes.

“He’s fine. No need to worry about him” he grumbled, getting up from his seat and striding to you “Although he would deserve to be taught a lesson for even thinking of-” he stopped himself and you looked at him with a deep frown.


He smirked darkly “For even thinking he could get close to you behind my back”

You recoiled from him as he came to seat close to you. He smirked slightly, looking back up at you “You don’t have to-” he extended one hand towards you but you immediately closed your eyes and turned your head away from him before he could touch you.

He clicked his tognue between his teeth  “You know you don’t have to do that. I am not gonna hurt you-” he let a sigh.

“Look at me” he said in a seriosu voice and as much as you wanted to you didn’t.

“I said, look at me” he grabbed your face between his hand and turned your head so that you could stare deep into his eyes, his face only a few inches away from yours. If you could for a second just look into his eyes then you could pretend he was still the Dean you knew and had fallen in love with. In vain.

He sighed, letting go of your face immediately and moving back away from you “I’m not going to hurt you, no need to be scared” he said emotionlessly, looking away from you.

For a second it did reminded you of the Dean you knew and you wanted to scoot closer to him. To comfort him just like you always did even if you were nto really his girlfriend to do that. There was an unspoken truth between the two of you, a deep bond nobody could explain. At least so you thought and hoped.

“But you did hurt Sam?” your voice was small and hesitant.

He once again growled under his breath and you saw his fists clench for a second “No, although on second thought I really think I should have” he looked at you with a serious face.

“Why? Why would you do that Dean? Why? He is your brother. What did he ever really do? And why are you doing this? Please this is not you” you pleaded in hopes that he was going to listen.

He smirked a little “That’s what you don’t get princess. It is me. Which is why exactly you are here where I can keep an eye out on you and who is around you”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words could come out.

“Don’t worry, though. I told you before so I am gonna tell you now as well. You are in no danger here. I don’t have any plans on hurting your pretty face” he ran a thumb over your cheek and even if you did not want it you felt your face heat up.

He smirked “But if something else happens then, oh by all means, I am not gonna say no”

In a swift move he opened the cuffs, making you let a small gasp in surprise “You are not a prisoner here” he said seriously “Just as long as you stick with the rules, I won’t feel forced to punish you.” he winked at you chuckling “I’m gonna go out now for beers. Be back soon- oh and don’t try anything sweetheart. I will know”

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PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut. If it is hinted at, then that it is okay, and if it is in a series works I will just skip that chapter.

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A Hello From Adam...

(Back from the Cage! Adam has a lot to say about you being down on yourself. And hey… his words are true. I’m here as well if you want to talk or just bullshit with someone. Friends are fun! Per usual, tag those who need love, a reminder, or you just want to know! @redlittlefox @little-red-83 @andwhenitwasclear @jodyri @cutelilbuttonnose @youtoldalie @mamasam67 @amberythoughts @thevampireniko @happycustardstormbear @browneagle7 @adaisinwonderland @writingthingsisdifficult -if you aren’t on here let me know)

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 Hey! Long time no see, right? Listen, I know we don’t talk much, but this is pretty serious. I saw what Sam and Dean said and… well, I needed to chime in with my two cents. I may not have gotten to talk to you much, but I’ll be damned if I let you feel this way about you.

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The Fallen

The Fallen

Words: 3,211

Pairings:  Winchesters!Brothers x Reader!Sister, Gabriel x Reader

Warnings:  Angst!

Request By: @ the-chick-with-the-best-fandom said: Can you do a Gabe x Reader one where the reader is Sam’s twin and Gabriels soulmate?

A/N: Oh hell yes! A Winchester!Reader and Gabriel… my two favorite combs!! And well I think I might have gotten a little carried away with this one, oops? But what can I say, it took on a mind of its own. And I am sorry it took me so long to write, but my Uncle just moved in and long story short, we had A LOT of catching up to do. But here it is.

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I just found a folder named "Cashton af" on my laptop

Oh hell yeah, you know what’s coming. I have no idea where this folder came from or what’s inside of it, but I’m about to dive in and share my findings with y'all.

Listen to me this is sweaty ashton and annoyed calum please send help

Oh look the gods have blessed us with a front view

And here’s the less sweaty backwards version

It’s 2015 and I still have no idea why the fuck this happened or why this needed to happen or why Calum isn’t wearing pants but is otherwise completely dressed or why Ashton isn’t wearing any clothes at all like???????

And then there was that one time Ashton tried to- Actually I have no fucking idea what’s going on here either 

Me every time Ashton breathes 

I have nothing to say just punch me


And we’ve all seen this stupid picture/wondered why it happened/contemplated laying in a puddle of tears because of cute lil fetus boys

Look at their cheekbones and jawlines and tiny matching hairstyles

Calum just fucking let’s him like whatever b ro feel me up it s fine br o

More giggly babies (ft. curls)

Look at their dumb hair please send help look at their curly little heads what is this the curl squad

Another unnecessary cuddle sessions aka remember that time Ashton said he usually stayed out of cuddles



speaking of, here’s a fight 

Serious band has serious fights

Y'all knew this was comin too dont lie

(curl squad back at it)


Hooookaaaaayyy more selfies 

Alternatively titled That One Time Ashton Stole and Made a Wish on Calum’s Eyelash (ft. fond Michael and Luke)

Another iconic moment in which we realized how fucking cute the curl squad was and what they do in their free time

Ashton sliding in out of nowhere for no reason and making Calum giggle 

And this stupid thing they do literally stop fondling air balls ohmygod

Finally my fav Cashton moment in the history of the band

Okay I’m done please and thank you for taking this sould finding journey through the deepest pits of hell aka that “Cashton af” folder I was unaware of

I hope you all made  the dumbest faces like I did have a nice day

Going through the ichiruki tags (funny how you find all the antis there) and what the hell do Ichihime shippers mean by “you were wrong all along just admit it” “you saw it wrong”.
It makes no sense to me because there’s no right and wrong in shipping. Heck you can ship Ichigo and Byakuga if you wanted to.
What people are angry about is that Rukia was better suited and Ichiruki was the ship more hinted at.

The author could have chosen to do whatever he wished. He could have gotten Ichigo and Tatsuki married. He could have gotten Gin and Rangiku married. My point being he could have canonized any ship.

Doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s a good one.

You may not share my opinion (even if the whole of Japan and majority of bleach fans do) but you’re entitled to your own as am I.
There’s no wrong or right here. Just a story that could have been and deserved much better.

Silent Scream Part 5

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, a little bit of Lucifer!Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Castiel, Bobby, Reader

Written: i4z-0892-imagines

Word count: 1,288

Warnings: Abuse, Swearing, Mild gore

A/N: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Guys I am so glad to have gotten some really amazing feedback on this! It really makes me want to continue, please let me know what you think! You guys are awesome. I cranked this one out for you!

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The Winchester Weekly

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Imagine Dean seeing you in his clothes and realizing how he actually is in love with you.

“Hey (Y/n) we brought food-” Dean stopped mid-sentence as soon as his eyes fell on your figure that emrged fromt the bathroom.

“Hey” you smiled softly, brushing on your wet hair with your towel.

“Is that food?” you asked and he nodded his head slowly, desperately trying to keep his eyes from getting even wider and his heart from jumping out of his chest.

“Y-yeah” he blinked several times.

His eyes roaming your figure made you look down at yourself, wondering if something was wrong with you until you realized what was actually happening.

“Oh, oh” you felt heat rise up in your cheek “I-I hadn’t gotten a set of clothes for the night so- I- I thought I could borrow one of your shirts. That is if you don’t have a problem, I- I could take it off if you want me to, I guess S-Sam wouldn’t have a problem” you stuttered.

“No! No.” Dean hurried to say but then cleared his throat and averted his eyes “I mean you don’t have to, it’s no problem at all. You- You can keep it if you want to. It looks good on you” he started to feel heat rise up on his cheeks as well.

Your eyes almost widened for a second at his words but a smile tucked on your lips nonetheless “Thanks” you tucked a few wet strands behind your ear.

“It’s nothing” he shook his head, placing the food on the table and only watched as you worked on getting it all out. His eyes could not help but linger on your curves and how they showed through the thin fabric of his shirt that reached your mid-thigh. It almost hang loose off your shoulder, exposing some of the soft skin of your - mind that, Dean did - bare shoulder.

A warm feeling spread through his chest.


“I don’t have insomnia, Y/N.”

“Then why are you always awake when I can’t sleep? Three in the morning, four in the morning? Have you gotten any sleep lately?”

Cas had been staring at you blankly but he was beginning to look a little awkward. “Y/N–”

“Sam and Dean told me to just leave it alone,” you said as you stood up and began to aimlessly make circles around the room. “But I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me! What’s going on?”

Cas opened his mouth to speak and looked like he suddenly thought better of it. Another brief moment and he sighed heavily. “I don’t sleep.”

“I know… What’s going on, Cas?” you furrowed your brow as you looked at him. Why hadn’t he just told you? “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, I mean I don’t sleep. I’m an–an angel.” He stared at you, his blue eyes piercing.

You gave him a skeptical look and then let out a laugh of doubt. “Right, and I’m the King of Hell. Come on, Cas! Just tell me what’s going on!”

“Y/N, I’m an angel.”

You were about to protest again when there was a crack and rolling growl like thunder and the lights blazed on and flickered off. A shadow was cast on the wall behind Cas, two spread wings stretching the entire span of the wall. You swore there was a blue glow in Cas’ eyes that wasn’t just from the brilliant color of his eyes.

“Holy fudgecicles…” You were feeling a little lightheaded. “Ok, I need to sit down…”

Dean: Hey, Cas, what’s goin’ on?

Cas: Hello, Dean.  As you know, I wish to become a HUNTER.

Cas: So I have now gotten a NEW VAN for HUNTIN’ and such.

Dean: Cas, it’s very nice, but you know it’s not just your WHEELS that make you a hunter!

Cas: No, Dean, of course not!  I also require a BIG DOG.

Dean: What-

Sam: Hey, everybody!

Sam: This is DUG!  He was hidin’ under the PORCH because he LOVES me!

Cas: That’s nice, Sam.  Would DUG like to solve MYSTERIES.

Sam: That sounds fine!

Cas: All rightie, here we go!

Dean: WAIT, CAS!  NO!

Cas: What is it, Dean?

Dean: Um…..  C’n I go WITH YOU?

Cas: Of course!!!  Get on the MYSTERY HUNTERS VAN THING!

Sam [singin’]: Deanie weenie bean…  On the HUNTIN’ SCENE…  My brother’s gone round the wide bend!  Ridin’ with a POOCH… Think he wants a SMOOCH…. From his ANGEL BOYFRIEND….

Cas: Oops, I think I’m gonna run over Sam’s GEE-TAR!

Dean: Go ahead!!