what an ethereal creature ; ;


Let me start this with this isn’t a hostile post. I’m gonna try to be as refined, eloquent and inspiring as possible.

I LOVE mermaids. I think they are ethereal, immortal muses that still inspire to this day. Every culture, every corner of this planet has mermaid lore. It’s astonishing.

Today I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw a post that was basically like, ‘fishy mermaids are dumb and make no sense. Mermaids should only be based on aquatic mammals like whales/dolphins/manatees. It just makes more sense.’

No. NO. This bothered me on many levels. I am a mythology/folklore enthusiast. I am an artist. I am a believer.

I believe that mermaids are symbolic. I believe mermaids are subjective. I am a very logical thinker and, yes, I agree that if mermaids were to be real, non-magical creatures that they would probably be aquatic mammalian in appearance; streamlined, hairless, blubber. It makes sense.

Mermaids don’t have to make sense. They can be whatever you want. I, personally, like taking the definition of what a mermaid is a little literally because that’s what inspires me: An ethereal creature. Beautiful woman with a fish tail instead of legs. But that’s me. That’s my interpretation.

Mermaids can be monstrous and malicious! They can be small like goldfish or as big as whales! Create in your lore what inspires you!

The point I’m making is that this post was essentially saying their way was the only way to think of mermaids, and I cannot get down with that. Don’t tell someone how to dream. There’s a vast ocean full of inspiration out there. Don’t limit anyone’s imagination.

3:00 a.m. rant over. Thanks. Goodnight. 🐟🐚🐠

I'm rewatching Hannibal (finally)!

I missed the show a lot, I missed how things were on season one, I missed the characters, I was dying to see Bervely Katz again, and today i just let myself have it.

I notice how many things have changed between seasons, like how Will’s development is insane, its like first season Will is one person and third season Will is another.

Also how FUCKING gorgeous Hugh Dancy is, oh my god, the damn eyes, the hair, the quivering lips, it’s an work of art! He’s also such a great actor, so talented!

And Mads? Like what a ethereal creature, man. His characterization its just unreal, from the way he talks, walks, blinks. S U R E E A L !

What about their chemistry, the uncharted levels of ust even in the first episode??? How could we ever doubt they were meant to be?

I don’t think I appreciate this show enough while it was on tv man, but I intend to do so, now.

Prophet City: Part Six

A Dean x Reader / Superhero!Au

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I was so super sick and Gishwhes and what not. But I really worked so fucking hard on this and I hope you guys like it. Let’s just say things get a little… steamy. Please let me know what you think. I absolutely love hearing from all of you! 

Word Count: 5,517

- language.
- smut. dirty, disgusting filth. 
- always wear a condom, kiddos! 

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*gif is not mine.

“I guess I have some explaining to do.”

Dean’s words echoed through your brain, bouncing off each synapse like a pinball machine. Your back was pressed flat against the only bare part of the wall in the entire room, Dean slowly closing the space between you, a glass of whiskey still in his hand. His expression was smug, the after effects of the liquor still hanging heavily on his features. You felt your breath hitch as you watched each of his feet move in front of the other, your brain scrambling for an idea of how to get out of your current predicament.

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Unexpectedly: Part 7

A neighbor!Dean x Reader/ AU drabble series

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A/N: Here is the next part guys. It’s about to get hot & heavy up in here. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,269
(yes, i know it’s not technically a drabble. oh well!)

- smut.
- language.
- always use a condom, kiddos!

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*gif is not mine.

Dean’s hands roamed up and under your soft, cotton shirt, the calluses on his fingers sending chills throughout your entire body, as he pulled you onto his lap. His hands were huge, his fingers like magic; just his touch sending you into a different dimension, making you forget you weren’t the only two people left on the planet. His lips kissed blazing trails from your neck to your collarbone, the dusting of scruff along his cheekbones scratching your skin. Every nerve in your body was alight, each new place his lips explored making you squirm for more.

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