warehouse clothing

Happy birthday, Jason Todd!

This summer has been incredibly busy for me and it’s going by so fast. I have a ton of mini comics in progress that I just have to sit down and finish once I get the bulk of my work projects out of the way. I can already tell you there’s going to be skin care, magical warehouses, and Duke’s new clothes.

I’ll remind you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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Ok  this is dumb. but I wanted to share this lol.. so my mom works at a vintage clothing warehouse that rents out vintage clothes to movies/shows etc (like they provided the outfits for the show The Get Down) and they were actually renting out the costumes for the falsettos revival which I found out months ago and that was fun to know

but yesterday they just sent back all the costumes and they had little tags with the actor and character’s name on it and those were sewn into the clothes for the entirety of the show so I have those now and I’m weirdly v excited about it hdsgfdh !!

living on anaesthetic

Well goodness, today was busy. Another fill for the @timeless-fanfic-prompts July Fanfic Contest. This time for prompt #1: Cold temperatures force characters into close proximity. More Flogan for reasons. On ao3 here. @onlymorelove ;)

“Hey, guys?” Rufus calls from the computer desk. “What’s special about February 6, 1899?”

“Where?” Lucy asks.


At his place on a bench in the corner, Flynn doesn’t look up from cleaning his gun, but he tosses out, “The U.S. Senate ratified the Treaty of Paris.”

“I thought that ended the Revolutionary War,” Wyatt says.

Flynn snorts, but doesn’t respond.

Helpful. Jerk, Wyatt thinks.

Lucy, however, is helpful, turning to him after leveling an exasperated look in Flynn’s direction.

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It’s Mother’s Day this weekend, yeah?

To mother is to hide.
From the very first moment, squeezing into a bar stool, not letting them see you sitting there with your huge tummy, gazing into other people’s beers with longing. Being invisible in the kindergarten’s whatsapp groups, taking notices of birthdays and parents’ days, blending in a sea of generic first- names, not letting them know whose mom you are.
Hiding behind empty words like lactation consultants and educational consultants and sleeping consultants, who might not know a single thing about your child, but they sure do know more than you. It’s hiding behind a tree in the playground to steal a few drags off a cigarette. It’s hiding in the toilet at home just to spend four minutes alone with your smartphone.

To mother is to fake.
Faking your enthusiasm over complete strangers’ ugly babies, just because you are walking the streets with a baby carrier and so are they. What a lovely drawing sweetheart, oh how talented you are. Faking being in the mood, because it has already (only) been six weeks since you gave birth, and of course you’ve missed him. Singing lullabies out of tune and faking a smile, because your voice is breaking, it’s the same songs they used to sing you when you were little and you want it too, you need someone to tuck you in and make you feel safe.

To mother is anxiety.
Full time. Why isn’t he sleeping, oh why isn’t he sleeping and why is he sleeping for three hours straight and how come no child has invited him over to play. It is to be anxious over the fact that your old life is over and you don’t even know yourself anymore and you are lost. Dreading the moment they’ll finally grow up and leave you and who’s gonna be with you and what’s gonna be with you then.

Being a mom is having framed photos of your kids on your desk at work, but not the best ones, because knock on wood. It’s buying all their clothes in warehouses, but sending them over to friends’ houses in the afternoons wearing the fancy Gap kids’ jeans that grandma bought for them.

Being a mom is letting them eat too many snacks and chips and Mack and Cheese from a box, and whining to high heavens when someone dares giving out lollypops or coke in the kindergarten. Cause if we don’t introduce them to Coke before they turn eight, they’ll forget it even exists.

Being a mom is being certain that you are not like everyone else, and what are those parents even thinking, I bet they are busier taking selfies than actually looking at their kid jumping on the trampoline. Yes, of course we would love to spend tomorrow afternoon with you guys!

Being a mom is sewing their Halloween costumes by hand and piping birthday cakes and copy-copy-copy but rolling your eyes every time someone mentions Pinterest moms because you are SOOOO not one of those.

Being a mom is being quiet, and not fighting next to them and not swearing near them and not saying what you really think, and maybe it’s for the better because you don’t even know what you’re thinking. And why.

Being a mom is to be proud. And transparent. Running over the bipolar scale between manic and depressed, giving up everything you own, everything you are, in one second, just for them, and feeling sorry for yourself and for all that you have lost. Laying yourself down on the sacrificial stone slab, bearing the cross and sitting alone in the dark.

To mother is to love, more than you ever thought possible. It’s missing the way things used to be. Before. It is devoting yourself to them, limitlessly, letting it consume your very being, but eating the last remaining chocolate bar alone and telling them that there weren’t any left at all.

Finding Her (Brother!Clint Barton)

“Clint, you didn’t have to get me this.” You whispered. “Yes, you’re my sister and deserve to have at least one good birthday present.” He smiled. “Now, let me put it on you.” He said and you handed him the necklace.

“We should go to sleep. He’ll be mad if he found us awake.” You told him when he placed the necklace around your neck. “Goodnight.” Clint said as he kissed your forehead and then placed your blanket on your body and left the small room.


“Dude! Not cool.” You told him as he continued laughing. “What? Embarrassed your boyfriend will find you like this?” He teased you. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You told him as you tried to wipe off all the flour.

“Whatever, he’s totally into you.” Clint rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you go annoying Nat?” You asked him. “She’s on a date.” He sighed.

“With who?” You asked him. “Dunno.” He shrugged. “What about Tony?” You said. “Are you kidding me? Last time I pranked him, he got me back, twice as hard.” He said.

You then took off the necklace Clint got your when you turned thirteen, “Can you clean it? Please.” You asked him. He took the necklace, “Sure.” Then walked in your bathroom.

“I’m really liking this tower.” Clint shouted from the bathroom. “I bet you are, lots of space for you to hide in.” You smiled then walled into the bathroom, “This isn’t going to work. I’m gonna take a shower.” You told him.

“Alright, here’s your necklace. I’ll see you when you’re done.” He told you and walked out your room.


You finished taking a shower and changed into some clothes to train in. Once you put your necklace on, you walked out the bathroom and saw that the lights were turned off.

“Very funny, Clint.” You said. “Try again.” You heard a familiar voice say. “ Trick Shot.” You said, turning on the lights and then saw him on your bed eating an apple.

“It’s Buck, Y/N.” He smiled. “What are you doing here? More importantly, how did you get in here?” You asked. “Trespassing was easy.” He shrugged.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him. “I’m here for you.” He said walked up to you. “You disgust me.” You said, pushing him away. “Now, leave.” You said and he laughed.

“Not happening, sweetheart.” He said. “Why are you here?” You asked him. “I’ve already told you, I’m here for you.” He said. “I’m not going back.” You said.

“I left for a reason.” You told him. “Yes, because of your brother. How is he by the way?” He asked. “He’s fine.” You told him. “Good. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” He said.

You then punched him and he fell back. “Hard way it is.” He said, standing up and running towards you. You then pulled out the bow and arrow you had V.A.R.V.I.S hide inside the wall, and aimed at him.

You released the arrow and he dodged it. “Remember, princess, you learned all your tricks from me.” He said and then hit the back of your head with his bow and you passed out

“Now, let’s go. We’ve got work to do.” He smiled viciously, taking off your necklace then grabbing you and running out the tower.


“Y/N! Come on! We’ve got training to do!” Clint shouted, pounding on your door. He then got impatient and kicked your door open.

He saw your bow and arrows on the floor scattered and your window open. ‘She probably left to get something to eat.’ He thought to himself.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the silver necklace he gave to you on your bed. Panicked, he grabbed it and ran into the main room where the Avengers were eating breakfast.

“Nat, we’ve got to go.” He said. “Why? What’s going on?” She asked. “It’s Y/N.” He said. “What happened?” Steve asked. “She’s gone.” Clint told them. “How do you know?” Bruce asked.

“Her necklace was on her bed. She never leaves without it.” Clint said. “Calm down, maybe you’re just over reacting.” Tony said. “No, I’m not! She never leave anywhere without her necklace.” Clint shouted at him.

“Why don’t we just as J.A.R.V.I.S to show us the footage from last night?” Steve asked Tony. “You have camera’s in our rooms?” Nat asked him. “Hey, it’s for security.” Tony told her.

“Can we argue about this later? J.A.R.V.I.S. can you show us the footage from Y/N’s room from last night?” Clint asked. “Yes, Mr. Barton.” The AI said and then a video began to play on the tv screen.

He played the footage, and when Clint saw Buck, he panicked even more. The footage ended and all eyes were on him. “Who’s Buck?” Nat asked him.

“I’ve got to go.” Clint said and ran towards the elevator. Nat and Steve followed him. “Clint! We need to talk about this!” Steve said. “Let us help.” Nat said as they arrived at the elevator.

“No, I need to do this myself.” Clint told her and walled into the elevator. “You’re not going at it alone.” Steve said and walked in with him. “He’s right.” Nat said and walked in as well.

“You guys don’t understand! Y/N and I have know him since we were kids, and if he took Y/N, it’s because he wants to get to me. I have to do this alone.” He said and pushed them out.


“He won’t come. He’s not an idiot.” Y/N told him. “Never underestimate the power of family, Princess.” He told you as he grabbed your chin and lifted your head up, just as he was about to kiss you, you spit in his face.

“Get over yourself.” You told him. “You little bitch.” He said and slapped you. “And you disgusting bastard.” You told him.

Then you heard an arrow being shot and saw it hit the wall on your left. Buck laughed, “I thought I taught you better, Clint.” He said and walked over to the arrow and pulled it from the wall.

“You did.” You heard Clint say, then the arrow exploded in Buck’s face. He fell on the ground and you saw Clint running towards you.

“Thank God you’re okay.” Clint said as he began to take the ropes off your ankles and wrists. “Watch out!” You shouted as you saw Buck stand up and aim an arrow at Clint.

You kicked Clint out the way and then an arrow hit your shoulder. You screamed out in pain, then Clint shot his arrow into Buck’s eye. It exploded and he fell on the ground, blood coming out his eye.

“You’re so stupid, Y/N.” Clint said as he got you out the chair. “Runs in the family.” You said weakly as the blood was dripping out of you.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you to a hospital.” Clint said as he grabbed you and began to walk quickly. “I…You need to pull it out.” You told him.

“If I pull it out, you’ll bleed out.” He said. “It hurts.” You whined. “I know. There’s a hospital about a mile away.” He told you, still walking, but speeding up.

“Clint, please.” You begged him. “We’re close to the motorcycle, come on.” Clint begged you. “I…everything’s so blurry.” You told him.

“Stay with me, Y/N.” He cried. “Too…much…blood.” You trailed off. “Y/N!” He shouted and you opened your eyes lazily.

“Clint.” You smiled sadly. “What?” He asked, stopping. “Thank you.” You said and then your eyes closed. “Y/N?” He asked, placing you on the ground.

“Wake up.” He said quietly. “Come on, wake up.” He said and tears began to fall down his eyes. “Y/N, come on. Please.” He cried.

Blood began to surround your body, but Clint grabbed you and carried you bridal style out of the warehouse, his clothes stained in red and his face covered in tears.

Jean-Michel Basquiat (December 22, 1960 – August 12, 1988) was an American artist who began his career creating graffiti art in the Lower East Side of ManhattanNew York City in the late 1970s. By the 1980s he was exhibiting his Neo-expressionist and Primitivist paintings in galleries and museums internationally, but he died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27 in 1988. In 1992 the Whitney Museum of American Art held a retrospective of his art.

Basquiat’s art focused on “suggestive dichotomies,” such as wealth versus poverty, integration versus segregation, and inner versus outer experience. He appropriated poetry, drawing and painting, and married text and image, abstraction and figuration, and historical information mixed with contemporary critique.

Basquiat used social commentary in his paintings as a “springboard to deeper truths about the individual”, as well as attacks on power structures and systems of racism, while his poetics were acutely political and direct in their criticism of colonialism and support for class struggle.

Jean-Michel Basquiat, born in Brooklyn, New York, was the second of four children of Matilda Andrades (July 28, 1934 – November 17, 2008) and Gerard Basquiat (born 1930). He had two younger sisters: Lisane, born in 1964, and Jeanine, born in 1967.

His father, Gerard Basquiat, was born in Port-au-PrinceHaiti, and his mother, Matilde Basquiat, of Afro-Puerto Rican descent, was born in Brooklyn, New York. Matilde instilled a love for art in her young son by taking him to art museums in Manhattan and enrolling him as a junior member of the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Basquiat was a precocious child who learned how to read and write by age four and was a gifted artist. His teachers noticed his artistic abilities, and his mother encouraged her son’s artistic talent. By the age of 11, Basquiat could fluently speak, read and write French, Spanish, and English.

In September 1968, when Basquiat was about 8, he was hit by a car while playing in the street. His arm was broken and he suffered several internal injuries, and he eventually underwent a splenectomy. While he was recuperating from his injuries, his mother brought him the Gray’s Anatomy book to keep him occupied. This book would prove to be influential in his future artistic outlook. His parents separated that year and he and his sisters were raised by their father. The family resided in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, for five years, then moved to San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1974. After two years, they returned to New York City.

When he was 11, his mother was committed to a mental institution and thereafter spent time in and out of institutions. At 15, Basquiat ran away from home. He slept on park benches inWashington Square Park, and was arrested and returned to the care of his father within a week.

Basquiat dropped out of Edward R. Murrow High School in the tenth grade. His father banished him from the household and Basquiat stayed with friends in Brooklyn. He supported himself by selling T-shirts and homemade post cards.

In 1976, Basquiat and friend Al Diaz began spray-painting graffiti on buildings in Lower Manhattan, working under the pseudonym SAMO. The designs featured inscribed messages such as “Plush safe he think.. SAMO” and “SAMO as an escape clause”. In 1978, Basquiat worked for the world famous Unique Clothing Warehouse, in their art department, at 718 Broadway in NoHo and at night he became “SAMO[14]” painting his original graffiti art on neighborhood buildings. Harvey discovered Basquiat painting a building one night, they became friends, and Harvey offered him a day job. On December 11, 1978, the Village Voicepublished an article about the graffiti. When Basquiat & Diaz ended their friendship, The SAMO project ended with the epitaph “SAMO IS DEAD,” inscribed on the walls of SoHo buildings in 1979.

In 1979, Basquiat appeared on the live public-access television cable TV show TV Party hosted by Glenn O'Brien, and the two started a friendship. Basquiat made regular appearances on the show over the next few years. That same year, Basquiat formed the noise rock band Test Pattern – which was later renamed Gray – which played at Arleen Schloss´s open space, “Wednesdays at A`s”, where in October 1979 Basquiat showed, among others, his SAMO color Xerox work.

Gray also consisted of Shannon Dawson, Michael Holman, Nick Taylor, Wayne Clifford and Vincent Gallo, and the band performed at nightclubs such asMax’s Kansas CityCBGBHurrah, and the Mudd Club. In 1980, Basquiat starred in O'Brien's independent film Downtown 81, originally titled New York Beat. That same year, Basquiat met Andy Warhol at a restaurant. Basquiat presented to Warhol samples of his work, and Warhol was stunned by Basquiat’s genius and allure. The men later collaborated. Downtown 81 featured some of Gray’s recordings on its soundtrack. Basquiat also appeared in the Blondie music video “Rapture” as a nightclub disc jockey.

The early 1980s were Basquiat’s breakthrough as a solo artist. In June 1980, Basquiat participated in The Times Square Show, a multi-artist exhibition sponsored by Collaborative Projects Incorporated (Colab) and Fashion Moda. In September of the same year, Basquiat joined the Annina Nosei gallery and worked in a basement below the gallery toward his first one-man show, which took place in March 1981 with great success (helping him prepare the show was Joe La Placa, who soon became a partner with Guillaume Gallozzi in the Gallozzi-La Placa Gallery, a promoter of Basquiat and other graffiti luminaries). In late 1981, Rene Ricard published “The Radiant Child” in Artforum magazine, which brought Basquiat to the attention of the art world.

From November 1982, Basquiat worked from the ground-floor display and studio space Larry Gagosian had built below his Venice home and commenced a series of paintings for a 1983 show, his second at Gagosian Gallery, then in West Hollywood. During this time he took considerable interest in the work thatRobert Rauschenberg was producing at Gemini G.E.L. in West Hollywood, visiting him on several occasions and finding inspiration in the accomplishments of the painter. In 1982, Basquiat also worked briefly with musician and artist David Bowie.

In 1983, Basquiat produced a 12" rap single featuring hip-hop artists Rammellzee and K-Rob. Billed as Rammellzee vs. K-Rob, the single contained two versions of the same track: “Beat Bop” on side one with vocals and “Beat Bop” on side two as an instrumental. The single was pressed in limited quantities on the one-off Tartown Record Company label. The single’s cover featured Basquiat’s artwork, making the pressing highly desirable among both record and art collectors.

At the suggestion of Swiss dealer Bruno Bischofberger, Warhol and Basquiat worked on a series of collaborative paintings between 1983 and 1985. In the case of Olympic Rings (1985), Warhol made several variations of the Olympic five-ring symbol, rendered in the original primary colors. Basquiat responded to the abstract, stylized logos with his oppositional graffiti style.

Basquiat often painted in expensive Armani suits and would even appear in public in the same paint-splattered suits.

By 1986, Basquiat had left the Annina Nosei gallery, and was showing in the famous Mary Boone gallery in SoHo. On February 10, 1985, he appeared on the cover of The New York Times Magazinein a feature entitled “New Art, New Money: The Marketing of an American Artist”.[27] He was a successful artist in this period, but his growing heroin addiction began to interfere with his personal relationships.

When Andy Warhol died on February 22, 1987, Basquiat became increasingly isolated, and his heroin addiction and depression grew more severe. Despite an attempt at sobriety during a trip to Maui, Hawaii, Basquiat died on August 12, 1988, of a heroin overdose at his art studio in Great Jones Street in New York City's NoHo neighborhood. He was 27.

Basquiat was interred in Brooklyn's Green-Wood Cemetery.

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- Jessica Gwyneth ( insta: @jessicamenace, www.jessica-gwyneth.tumblr.com )

model: Kate Zelemtsova ( @ekatzelntzova )

Dalston (London) yoga studio/warehouse 

Clothes: Sadie Williams, Phiney Pet, Christian Cowan-Sanluis and Natacha Marro

Make up + hair by Lauren Reynolds @laurenreynoldsmakeup

Puppy Love

Imagine Sam getting turned into a puppy on a hunt gone wrong.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: The f word.

A/N: This is my first imagine on here so if you guys want to send me requests I’d love to write them!

“Dean!” you screamed in fear as you stared at the small form laying on top of a pile of Sam’s clothes. His heavy footsteps could be heard running down the hall towards the room where the last five minutes had gone horribly wrong. Dean skidded to a stop behind you and peered through the doorway to the spot where his brother had stood a few seconds ago.

“Is that-?” Dean mumbled with a confused look on his face.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response as you slowly walked towards the sleeping creature, who was actually the youngest of the Winchester brothers.

“I’ll call Bobby,” Dean sighed as he pulled out his phone. You could hear the beginning of the conversation as he stomped down the hall towards the Impala.

A small whimper pulled your attention to the German Shepherd puppy, who was actually a 6’4 moose man, as he twitched and wiggled around. His black and brown paws moved as if he was running. You let out a giggle as you thought about the dreams that must be going on in his puppy brain.

Sam was so not gonna hear the end of this when he changed back.

You lifted him up and carried him out of the warehouse. As you set him in the backseat of the Impala you heard the ending of Dean’s conversation with Bobby.

“Ya, a witch.” You could hear Bobby’s response and Dean saying, “No I didn’t see what happened he was with Y/N.” You walked back into the warehouse to get Sam’s clothes, but when you came back out you heard shouting.

“I swear to god Sam if you mess up Baby I will castrate you!” Dean screamed as he reached for the furball that was rolling around in the backseat. Sam stopped and stared at Dean as you sat in the front seat. When you turned to look back at them Sam was lifting his back leg and staring straight at Dean with a look that said he would do it.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Dean said through clenched teeth. Sam let out a growl and put his leg down.

“Dean, let’s go,” you said while reaching for a tape to put on. As Dean got in the car he glared at Sam through the rear-view mirror. You rolled your eyes before turning towards the window. Next thing you know Sam is jumping into your lap. He turned around and stared at you with an accusing look in his eyes.

“You’re literally a puppy, you can deal with not having the front seat for once,” you scoffed. Sam stared at you for a few more seconds before laying in your lap, almost as if he was pouting. You let him lay there for a few minutes before picking him up and rolling onto your side so that you could sleep. He nuzzled his way in between your arms as you let out a yawn. All you remembered was petting his soft fur before falling asleep.

* * * *

Dean watched as his younger brother, who was now a puppy, stared at you as you slept. Even Dean knew that Sam had liked you for some time now. It was obvious.

“Some case of Puppy Love, huh Sammy?” He said as he finally got the dog’s attention. Sam growled as if telling his older brother to shut up. Dean chuckled as he turned into a motel for the night. “Wake her up while I get a room, would ya?” Dean asked his brother as he ruffled the fur on Sam’s head. Sam nipped at his hand before turning towards you.

You woke up to a tongue licking at your face. Your hands flew up to push him away from you, but he yelped as he slipped and fell to the floor of the impala. “Oh gosh,” you muttered as a chuckle escaped your lips. Sam glared up at you as you reached down to lift him up.

You looked up as Dean walked towards the trunk of the car. “We’re in room 12. I’m gonna go grab some food and beer,” was all he said as he handed you your duffel bag and a key to the room.

As you made it to the room you set Sam down so that you could unlock the door. The first thing you did when you walked in the room was flop down on the bed.

“Hey Sam?” you looked up to ask him a question, but started laughing at what you saw. The usually graceful man was now trying to hobble through the front door on four nimble legs. He slipped on the linoleum and slid nose first into the carpet. You couldn’t help but laugh as his big copper colored puppy eyes glared up at you.

You spent the next ten minutes watching him sniff around the room before you got up to take a shower. He whimpered as you stepped into the bathroom and went to shut the door.

“I’ll be out in a bit, why don’t you go chase your tail or something?” You giggled as he nipped at your toes, but you shut the door before he could bite you.

The warm water relaxed your sore muscles as you cleaned the blood from a cut on your cheek. It happened when the witch you were hunting sent you flying across the room and a nail had scraped your cheek, leaving a deep cut that would most likely scar. As you turned off the water and reached for a towel you realized that you had forgotten to grab your pajamas from your duffel. As you exited the bathroom in only a towel Sam looked up at you. His puppy eyes went wide and he froze in his spot. You laughed as you realized what he had been doing.

“When I told you to chase your tail I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You crossed the room to your bed where you duffel bag sat.

As you were digging through the bag trying to find your pj’s Sam jumped up on to the bed and walked towards you. He stared at your face for a few moments before he started to whine and whimper. “What Sam?”

Sam came closer to you and brought his face closer to yours. His wet nose rubbed against the cut on your cheek carefully before he pulled back and stared at you with a look of sadness. “It’s no big deal Sam,” you said as he nuzzled his head against your hand. You spent a minute petting him before going to get changed. When you came out of the bathroom Dean was walking through the door.

“Finally! Took you long enough,” were the first words out of your mouth. Sam barked in agreement as he jumped down from the bed.

“I was gone for half an hour,” Dean scoffed as he pulled burgers out of a to-go bag. You grabbed a beer before responding in a sarcastic tone, “Well excuse me your highness.”

Sam’s paw ran down your leg as he stared up at your beer with a begging look in his eyes. “Hey Dean, are dogs allowed to drink beer?”

“Hell if I know,” was his genius response. You shrugged as you grabbed a glass and poured some of your beer in it. Once you sat it on the ground Sam lapped it up greedily.

“Bobby called and said that Sam should be back to normal by morning, but for tonight the little fleabag is sleeping in your bed,” Dean stated around a mouth full of fries. Sam’s tail thumped against the ground as he happily chewed on a piece of burger you had given him.

“At least this way he can’t complain about the food,” Dean said as he stared at his brother. Sam growled before going back to eating some fries.

The rest of the night was spent with Dean calling Sam a variety of names like Mutt, Fleabag, Bonehead, and watching old reruns on the motel tv.

You ended up laying in bed with Sam, wishing that it was the real him and not the puppy version, but as Dean turned out the lights Sam cuddled into your chest and licked your nose. Your hands reached out and wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you. As you fell asleep you wondered if he would still growl when he changed back.

* * * *

The morning sunlight seeped through the motel window as you yawned and tried to stretch, but an arm wrapped around your waist prevented that. You looked down to see a toned arm holding you against a muscular chest. As you looked up at the persons face you let out a squeal of happiness.

“Sam!” you shrieked as you turned and wrapped your arms around him. He blinked and reached up to push the hair out of his face.

“Morning,” he yawned. His eyes became wide as he realized that he wasn’t a puppy anymore. “I’m back! Yes!” he shouted as he pulled you against his chest. Things became awkward as you both realized he was naked. You rolled over and faced the wall so that he could put on some clothes.

“To bad you won’t be able to chase your tail anymore, huh Sam?” you asked in a sarcastic tone.

All of a sudden you were turned so that you were laying under Sam. He looked down at you with a lustful look in his eyes before saying, “You know Y/N, I spent all last night having to see you in that towel and in your short shorts, and that was pure torture, so now you can repay me by letting me do this.”

Before you could respond he brought his lips down on yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You couldn’t help but be thankful that it was Sam you were kissing and not a puppy.

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oblligation  asked:

Hey this might sound really strange but I'm starting a new school next year and because my old school required uniforms I don't have a lot of normal clothes so I was wondering if u could link me some of ur favorite (or cheap) outfits and if u had any tips ??

Hey there oblligation

I don’t really have any ‘outfit’ posts but I do have a couple of links that might interest you.

  • BH - Cheap clothing from various warehouses, huge range of clothing and styles. Always be sure to check the measurements!
  • Discount - Various stores which have discount codes you can enter to get 10 - 20% off!
  • Storenvy - Heaps and heaps of clothing, accessories and more from various stores and artists. They do stock a lot of warehouse items so you could see doubles of the same shirt, one just might be cheaper. 
  • ASOS Marketplace - Not always the cheapest, but has a large collection of clothes both vintage and handmade from several different stores. You can search by location to find items closest to you & shop local!
  • Etsy - HUGE range! It can be a bit pricier, but you can search for items in your country which reduces shipping cost & you can always toggle with the side bar and find items under a certain price.
  • eBay - You can absolutely find bargains on eBay if you look in the right places, lots of times popular brands or stores will sell sale items on eBay for much cheaper than the prices they have in store. 
  • Polyvore - Find new stores and trends that you love. Users posts collections and outfits and below the sets are the items used, their prices and where you can ppurchase them!
  • Carousell - Website & app for buying and selling, search by collections or sellers closest to you. Vintage, handmade, pre-loved and even brand new listings are put up by users every day. You can even haggle prices & do swaps!
  • Local Op-Shops - Don’t forget to have a look around in second hand stores!

I hope this helps you! :-)