The only thing on my mind today was Andrew Minyard and his mocking salute.
It’s super shaky, messy, and rough and the quality sucks sooo bad (I’m sincerely sorry for that, I had insane trouble with the size and resizing, it’s super annoying plus tumblr loves to screw the quality) but anyway.
Now I really wanna animate a few scenes from the books (will only take a life time but whatevs, do I have something better to do with my life ? Yes definitely..but do I care? No.).
Also, thank you for 200 followers and welcome to the fandom who ever just discovered it!!
Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean
Word Count: 1,276
Warnings: angst and fluff
A/N: I hope you are all ready for this next part! Things are just getting interesting! I think I’ll be doing something SPECIAL for thanksgiving. So STAY TUNED! Or get excited?? Either way it’s gonna be great!
You parked your car just outside the bunker. It was late in the evening now. You climbed out of your car, patting the hood of your car. “It’s been so long since I’ve had my car,” you mumbled. “It feels good to have my car back.”
Dean quickly strolled up to you and your car, Sam, Balthazar, and Castiel trailing behind him. Dean leaned against your car, facing you. “So [Y/N], you wanna let me take her for a spin,” Dean smirked.
“Actually how about you put it in the garage, we need to do a cavity search on my car,” you joked. You saw the pleading look mixed with excitement on Dean’s face. You sighed, handing Dean the keys to your car. “It better be in the garage in twenty minutes, or so help me Dean Winchester,” you grumbled. You quickly opened the trunk, tossing your bag at Gabriel. “And no digging around in my car either,” you shouted at Dean.
Finally getting this part out. It shouldn’t have taken as long as it did but my mental health took a turn for the worse recently as a result of uni work. Thankfully, I finished uni for the year yesterday. I’ve got a lot more time now so these updates should be a bit more frequent now. In the meantime, enjoy, my darlings!
I love it!❤ The whole idea is amazing. Loki and fairytales elements is definitely something I need in my life!😂
By the time you reached the top of the stairs, your calves were
screaming in agony. Though the tower had indeed looked tall from the outside,
it hadn’t looked that tall. The mysterious owner of the tower had long since
left you behind and you weren’t entirely sure whether you were permitted to
find sanctuary alone or whether you should seek permission first.
Your manners dictated that you pursue the second course of action.
That last few steps had been negotiated on your hands and knees, the
weight of your wounds all but crippling you. Thankfully, the cool floor kept
your muscles from failing entirely, and it welcomed you once more at the summit
as you lay on your back; panting and slightly shaking, but still alive.
Eventually, after having caught your breath, you sat up and examined
your surroundings. Straight ahead was a crystalline door that held a pattern
akin to a clear stained-glass window. Though blurry, it was otherwise
transparent and you could see the mysterious man within, sat down on something.
Using the handle of the frosty door, you pulled yourself up and limped
further inside. The sight before you was exquisite.
IMAGINE You and Seamus have been dating for a year and a half and due to his constant explosions you’ve taken to carrying wet wipes and burn cream in your book bag at all times. In potions after that unfortunate potion bomb you sat on the stool beside Seamus and gently wiped the ash on his face and hair. Using your make up pencil to draw on the parts of his eye brows that weren’t there at the moment and kissed his nose. Applying the cream to his soft cheeks he huffed, mad that this always happened to him.
“Sea, its alright to make mistakes” “Easy for ya to say, you don’t burn your eye brows off every week” “i don’t but i still love patching you up” “Eh, why?” “Because your absolutely adorable when your frustrated”
He rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh and folded his hand into yours and put the other hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a short but slightly rough kiss. You ran your hand threw his singed hair and rested it on the wool gryffindor sweater. Pressing foreheads together you smiled at each other, Love meant being there when the other was hurt, even if it was for a silly reason. You loved him, burns and all.
A/N: This was requested by @lapseasteelis! This is more of a silly fic, so I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
You were sitting in the war room with your book. It wasn’t just any book. It was one of Chuck’s Supernatural books. He gave it to you a long time ago when you first crossed paths with him. He even encouraged you to read it. When you were going through an old bag, you found the book in pristine condition. You decided to read it after all of these years.
You laughed, failing to keep your laughter at a reasonable volume. “You know Sam,” you shouted from the war room, hoping Sam would hear you. “I can’t imagine you with short hair, but the picture in my mind is definitely doing it for me.”
Sam glanced over at Dean who was trying to keep his laughter under control. The younger Winchester rolled his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the book he was reading. He knew he should have burned that book a long time ago. But it was a gift and he wasn’t going to burn something like that.
“Men don’t know Magma,” he explains. “He dwells deeply inside the earth, sleeping on the volcanoes beds and spinning in the center of the planet’s life. I hardly ever see him because his presence brings destruction and I can’t stand seeing the suffering of men and beasts,”