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Guys not to flex not to brag but he said and I QUOTE

“For the amount of hours you have, you have some of the best driving skills I’ve seen in the past 20-30 years”

GAJDVEJDVJD

I only had 2 hours logged at the time teehee

He said I have a natural skill

I reverse parallel parked on my first try

And I was driving a manual

Still fucking terrified of cars though

I have my first driving lesson i tomorrow

For someone who just so happens to drive a whole lot in her dr I’m actually shitting my pants

Wish me luck guys

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I have my first driving lesson i tomorrow

For someone who just so happens to drive a whole lot in her dr I’m actually shitting my pants

Wish me luck guys

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Don’t be shy share with the class

Scripting for a TWD DR and having to choose between Three of the most cuntiest outfits I've ever put together for season 1 is a different level of mental torture

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SPN SHIFTERS ARE SO RARE OMG

you guys I have a new dr…

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Just got my period 🤯🔫

Guess what my biggest shifting motivation is rn 🤭

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you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

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Mixtape #001

📼 Dean Winchester 📼

Track 1: Lips of an Angel - Hinder

Track 2: Fell on Black Days - Soundgarden

Track 3: Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

Track 4: It’s My Life - Bon Jovi

Track 5: Animals - Nickelback

Track 6: Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Track 7: Afterlife - Avenged Sevenfold

Track 8: Something in Your Mouth - Nickelback

Track 9: Slow Sipper - The Dip

Track 10: Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas

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This is giving my SPN dr vibes so please ask !!!

˖᯽ ݁˖ SHIFTING ASK GAME

this ask game is inspired by one of my absolute favourite musicals — hadestown!! feel free to send me asks for any of my drs, or reblog and get asks for yourself ‪‪❤︎‬

⌞ 🛤️ ⌝ ROAD TO HELL — does your dr have a main location? a special place you always come back to? where do you spend most of your time? if you don’t have one, where in your dr would you like to spend more time if you had the chance?

⌞ 🎶 ⌝ COME HOME WITH ME — tell us about the first time you met your s/o! what was the first thing they said to you? what were your first impressions of them?

⌞ 🌹 ⌝ WEDDING SONG — are you married or engaged? if so, tell us about your special day! if you aren’t, do you want to be? why or why not?

⌞ 💐 ⌝ LIVIN’ IT UP ON TOP — tell us about a celebration in your dr! what was it for? what did you do? you could make a moodboard or curate a playlist for the occasion!

⌞ ❤️ ⌝ ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN — when did you first realise you were falling for your s/o? was it something they said or did? who said i love you first?

⌞ 🎸 ⌝ EPIC — do you have a passion project? something you’ve spent your life working on? or maybe it’s something you’ve always dreamed of creating?

⌞ 🪙 ⌝ WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN — have you ever had a really hard decision to make? maybe your heart was telling you one thing and your head was telling you another. how did you decide which way to go? do you think you made a good choice?

⌞ 🎼 ⌝ WAIT FOR ME — tell us about a journey you’ve made. it could be a literal journey (like a holiday or a quest) or a mental journey (such as overcoming something or facing a fear)

⌞ 🎤 ⌝ OUR LADY OF THE UNDERGROUND — do you have any nicknames or aliases in your dr? what do the people closest to you like to call you? which nicknames are your favourite?

⌞ 🥀 ⌝ FLOWERS — what’s a fond memory you have of your dr? is it spending time with friends or family, a specific event or performance, or maybe a memorable interaction with a fan?

⌞ ⚖️ ⌝ IF IT’S TRUE — tell us about a time you stood up for something you believed in, even if you were afraid to do so!

⌞ 🍷 ⌝ WE RAISE OUR CUPS — who in your dr would you like to raise a toast to? perhaps a friend who always brings a smile to your face, or someone who might’ve helped you through a rough patch. what do you love most about this person?

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Uhmm guys wtf???

I opened the app and only had 2 real activity notifs.

This has NEVER happened before.

The weird thing is is that I just had an argument with my mum and holy fuck she got on my nerves real good. I was eating dinner still feeling the rage in my bones and was saying to myself how I’m gonna shift and that tonight is the night so I can just get the fuck out of this house (dramatic I know whatever) and then I see almost 13 THOUSAND notifications from tumblr.

Wtffff

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My babies

In the relationship I am a perfect mix of both tbh

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YWS LAWWWWDDDD

Hear Me Out...

pairing: Older!Joel x F!Reader word count: 2.5k summary: Joel gets hearing aids. He finds out just how much he's been missing out on. content/warnings: SMUT, peepaw joel (late 60s), unspecified age gap, established relationship, pussy eating, piv, he cries when he cums, they are IN LOVE your honor a/n: Hi friends! This was intended as part of a multi-chapter fic that I simply have not had the time or brain to finish. I'm hoping I'll get back to it at some point, but I hope you enjoy this little piece 👉👈 hoping there's nothing that I left in that requires context of the whole?? thank you to @ems-chaos-corner for designing the banner!! 🩷

Joel hadn’t planned to tell you right away when he got his hearing aids.

This thing between you was good. You felt solid. So in sync, most of the time. You’d been through enough together that he knew your foundation wouldn’t–couldn’t– be easily shaken.

But this didn’t feel like a small thing. Sure, you knew his age. You’d met him when you were volunteering at the goddamned senior center.

Hearing aids, though, were a step too far. 

Because that meant he was officially old. People would think he was your dad, even more so than they do already. Or maybe even his caretaker, god forbid.

He looks alright, he supposes, for being a few years shy of seventy. But his bones ache, his hair is more grey than not, and wrinkles line his face. He has to face the fact that he’s an old man. And, while he’s facing the facts, he needs to admit to himself that he really can’t hear for shit these days.

He’s a tired, deaf, selfish old man, and he can’t bear to lose you just yet.

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You’re out of town for the weekend when he gets the hearing aids. It’s perfect, really, because he can learn how to use them. They’re fairly low profile, and he’s let his hair grow longer these days, making them easier to hide.

Sunday night, you arrive back home. You show up at your door, weekend bag slung over your shoulder. As you pull out your keys, Joel beats you to the lock, swinging the door open wide for you. You’re exhausted, and it must show in the bags under your eyes, but you can’t help but smile the moment you see him.

He reaches to relieve you of your bag and you shrug it off, letting him put it down by the entryway bench.

“You have a good time, baby?” he asks.

“It was fucking wonderful. I really needed that,” you smile, reaching up to kiss Joel, “I’m really glad to be home now though-” 

And then you kiss him again and hum against his lips, a happy little sound.

Joel’s never heard it before.

He wants to hear it again. He has to hear it again–

He kisses you again, a little bit deeper. Presses himself towards you and hears the way you moan against him, breathy and soft and desperate. What he’d felt only as vibration before now has a pitch he didn’t know he’d been missing. 

Need hits him like a freight train, suddenly urgent and dizzying. In a moment, he’s hard and wanting, pulse pounding fast.

"Honey," he sighs, lips still hovering over yours, hot breath tickling against your skin. You look at him, glancing across his face, reading in it whatever he happens to be showing. He wonders if it looks like reverence. "I need you baby, I need you right now--"

You’re surprised at his abrupt enthusiasm, a crease between your furrowed brows, but a smile plays on your lips.  

"I should probably go shower,” you tell him, turning towards the bathroom.

"Nuh uh," he shakes his head and reaches for you, pulling you close. "You don’t gotta. Unless ya really wanna. I just need you right fuckin’ now, baby. Want you any way you’ll have me."

You scrutinize him, looking him up and down. For a moment, he’s certain you’ve clocked him, that you know what he’s hiding. 

Instead of challenging him, though, your expression softens. You shrug, like it’s simple. “I’m yours.”

It's been a while since he's greeted you like this, and you’re certain you must be missing something for him to be so turned on, so out of the blue. Sure, you’d been gone for the weekend, but it was just a weekend, and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve been apart, nor the longest.

He’s desperate though, more desperate than he knows how to be. He can’t keep his hands off of you, can’t stop touching you. His hands trace up and down your sides, making you gasp and whine at his attention. You revel in it.

When he gets you to the bedroom, he tries to pace himself. To savor it. He means to slow himself down.

He peels your clothes off, piece by piece. Gentle fingers fumble with the buttons, and he kisses that spot behind your ear that makes your breath hitch. 

When it does, though– when that sweet gasp passes your lips, Joel is changed. Any restrained passion he’d been trying to keep in check dissolves, replaced by desperate frenzy. 

He rids you of the rest of your clothes, strewn garments in your wake as he guides you to bed.

Joel has always been a generous lover, always watching and learning. In the early days with him, he’d ask you to show him what you like. He’d keep his eyes on you, attentive, reading you with care as he’d replicate the ways you know to give yourself pleasure, as though ensuring your gratification were his life’s only goal.

You’re used to his eyes on you, watching how your body reacts to his touch, touching you gently when you need softness, being firm when you need redirection. 

So, it’s always been good. But it’s never been quite like this. 

He pushes you down onto the bed and grabs you by the knees, shoving them apart, making you gasp. He hums and grabs you, lifts you, and scoots you back towards the headboard. Resets your legs so your thighs are spread again for him and he’s slotted between them. You can feel his cock, fat and heavy against his thigh, straining against his jeans– and fuck the fucking denim– he’s still wearing his clothes.

It’s not fair.

“Get naked, Joel,” you tell him, “I want to see you.”

You can see a blush spread across his cheeks and nose, but he doesn’t look bashful as he used to be. He looks hungry. A smirk twitches on his lips.

You’re bare for him, and so so ready. And, you think distantly, you’re so incredibly comfortable with him. There was a time you would have shrunk away from this kind of touch that allows you to be so seen. For him, though, you love little more than to lean back and spread your legs, so bare and exposed, all for him. To show him every part of yourself, and simply trust that he won’t frighten.

He makes quick work of his clothes. Grabs his t-shirt by the back of the neck and rips it over his head. Unbuttons his jeans and shucks them and his boxers off in one go, his cock bouncing heavy between his legs. You let out a breath, watching.

He slips his arms under your legs and slots back in, rests his body face down on the bed, presses himself in between your thighs.

He examines your cunt; runs a gentle thumb from your navel to just above your clit and presses down with just the lightest pressure. And then a little more, till you’re squirming and whining and his nostrils are flaring, his breaths coming out as pants at your response. He drags wet, broken kisses down your body. His lips trace your tummy, the dips of your hips, down down down til he spits on your shiny seam, making your clit nice and wet.

You tremble, just a little, in anticipation of feeling him on you. But he doesn’t move towards you. He looks up at you, brown eyes looking at you with such love and concern. And then he looks back down, to where you’re spread for him. He hums, affirming.

“Oh– would you look at that– she needs t’ be filled up, don’t she?” he asks, breath hot against your soft cunt, his words making you jerk against him, trying to find some friction. He grins against you as you sigh, pretty little asshole and pussy both visibly clenching in tandem mere inches from his face.

He stills you, hands clutching your hips, holding you down.

“I think she might need a kiss first, though, huh baby?” 

“Mhmm-”, you sigh.

Your breath hitches as he places a gentle kiss against your lips before he slips his tongue between them, gentle, languid- He lets you card your fingers through his hair as he licks into you, humming in affirmation when you grab on tight. He noses at your clit and draws a yelp out of you, groaning, the rumble of it vibrating against your skin.

There’s no rush as he pulls you apart. Just a little bit of time and some very precise pressure. You can feel yourself start to build as he flicks a pointed tongue against your clit. His focus is exact, and in no time at all, your breaths are shallow and desperate, your hips rocking up to meet his strokes, to feel his scruff against your thighs.

He’s eating you out like he needs it to live. Loud slurps punctuate softer licks as he buries his face between your legs. He’s so responsive, growling at every reaction you make. 

He barely brakes for air, but when he does, it’s punctuated with filth. “That’s a good girl, yeah, say my name just like that–” 

All you can do is breathe his name, a soft prayer, Joel, Joel, JOEL–

You chant, till the pull within you builds and breaks, sending you sobbing on his tongue, bliss coursing through every part of you. 

Sounds that he didn’t know he’d been missing surrounding him like the most beautiful symphony, your sighs, gasps, moans– He knows it’s useless speaking with his pussy-stuffed mouth, but he growls into you, letting you ride his face through it, prolonging your orgasm, and not stopping until you can’t handle any more.

When the stimulation becomes too much, you yank his head back by the hair. He grins up at you, sheepish. He's panting, wipes his slick mouth with the back of his hand, and stares at you, so fucking hungry. “Probably a good thing you had me stop where you did,” he tells you, “Nearly came now just from eating you-

"I love you--" you sigh, barely able to think, the intensity of your climax making you fuck-drunk and languid. A smile breaks through the hungry, wild expression on Joel's face, and he draws himself up and pulls you toward him so you're seated. 

"I love you, too," he presses his forehead against yours, damp curls tickling your brow, till he pulls back and swipes his hair away, pressing back against you.

You hum, so comfortable and happy, and Joel sighs.

It takes you a few minutes to fully come back to yourself, Joel holding you close the whole time. When you do, you know you need more. You pull back gently, shifting yourself apart from him until you’re able to straddle him. He’s still hard, painfully so, and neither of you need to say a word. You lift yourself, line him up with your swollen pussy, and sink down slowly, inch by stiff  inch. Your eyelids flutter shut at the sensation. He watches you in awe and adoration.

He reaches around you, grabs your ass with each of his hands, and starts to rock you gently.

“Yes–” you hiss, and tilt your hips to match each thrust.

It’s gentle at first, careful, and considered as he fucks you in his lap. But then, you adjust your position just a little and start to bounce, taking more with each thrust, grinding hard against him as he fucks up into you and hits just the right spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fUCK!--” you cry, sensation overwhelming you.

Everything is so much, so deliciously overwhelming, every little breath and moan and gasp that passes your lips finally tipping him over the edge.

“Honey–,” he hums, “I’m– I’m close, not gonna last–”

“Give it to me.”

“Fuck–” He keeps rocking into you, but his movements still just a little as he lets go. You can feel the way his cock pulses and shudders in you, his balls throbbing, your insides coated with cum, all of this sending you over again.

He whines as your clenching pussy chokes him, drawing even more from him. 

It’s pure ecstasy. 

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to reduce the overwhelm. When you come back down, your breathing starting to even out, you open your eyes to discover–

Joel, staring at you, reverential, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

You’ve only seen Joel cry a handful of times, and never once while he was still inside you–

“Oh fuck, babe, what is it?” you ask, suddenly panicked.

He shakes his head, thumbing his tears away, “No, no,” he tries to reassure, “Nothing’s wrong–”

But that doesn’t reassure you. The love of your life is balls-deep in you, crying, and you don’t know why.

“I promise,” he insists, and then he tucks his hair back behind one ear.

It only takes you a moment.

“Joel Miller. Did you get fucking hearing aids and not tell me?”

He laughs; a wet, spluttery thing.

“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on so much- I–”

You let him collect his words, his thoughts. You love that he tries, even when it’s hard. He makes sure you understand.

“I never heard you like that before, baby-” he tells you, “Those gasps and moans. All those sounds you make for me. I can hear them now. And I could’ve been hearing them this whole damn time if I hadn’t been too proud.”

He shakes his head, frustrated.

“I was worried you’d think I was too old.”

Your eyes widen. Somehow, that wasn’t what you’d expected.

“Baby, you know I know how old you are, right? I met you at the fuckin’ Senior Center,” you frown.

He glares at you. Some of the puffiness around his eyes dulls the intended effect.

You know it’s not exactly that, though. It’s really just the irrational fear that you both have, of losing the other when you’d only just found one another, manifesting in any way it can.

So you press your lips to his, and hold him close. He’s still sheathed inside you, and you can feel him start to twitch hard again. 

“You know,” you tease, rocking your hips again, “I think the hearing aids are kind of sexy.”

Joel scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“No, I mean it–” you insist, “You’ve always been attentive. But– I don’t know. I know it’s something that’s been bothering you–and I also know you weren’t super into the idea, getting hearing aids– I guess I’m proud of you.” 

He snorts, but you can see the smile he’s trying to hide.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he shakes his head, “I just– I shouldn’t have put it off so long.”

“It’s okay, old man,” you tease, pulling forward to kiss him gently. Still seated on him, you roll your hips with just a little more vigor than you’d intended, cutting yourself off with a gasp.

He groans.

“Lets find out what other sounds you’ve been missing out on-”

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Dr Intro:

🕯️ Supernatural 🕯️

This WILL contain SPOILERS for:

Character deaths and more !!

lI*. About me;

Name; Truth Alexander Maree Horrowitz

Shifting to; November 2011 (S1 E22, “Devil’s trap”)

Birthday; September 18th, 1993

Age; 18

Height; 5’4”

Gender; Female

Powers; Like Sam, the yellow eyes demon drugged me up when I was a baby. Unlike Sam, I don’t need to drug myself up with demon blood to use it, it kinda just happens.

The power I gained from the yellow eyed demon basically makes me a Human EMF. When my power first started manifesting I could only sense the supernatural: feeling the presence of ghosts but being unable to see them and being able to pinpoint visible supernatural creatures such as vampires or wendigo’s, I can even pick out a haunted object.

As I learn to control my power over the years, I become clairvoyant: Able to see ghosts as clearly as real humans and communicate with them if they so desire. This also allows me to be able to see the true form of demons and angels without any of the eyeball exploding side affects. It also came with the ability to mentally handle seeing those things. I can turn both of those powers on and off as I please. If I don’t want to see ghosts or Crowley and Meg’s ugly ass demon faces I don’t need to.

I also have a little bit of telekinetic abilities. Not able to lift or move much but certainly enough to make life a a bit easier. Need the tv remote but don’t wanna move? I got it. Drop your weapon while fighting a monster? Right back in my hand. Can’t gank a monster cause they got my hands pinned? I’ll stab them in the back with my mind. Need to escape prison.. again? Something smashed in the other room!! QUICK GUARDS GO CHECK!!! Oops you left the cell keys… floating… in mid air… how handy!

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||*. Backstory;

I’m Bobby’s biological daughter. Despite the yellow eyed demon attacking me when I was 6 months old, he kept the supernatural hidden from me until I was around 12 years old when he decided I was old enough. As a father and a hunter, it was his duty to teach me how to protect myself from the unknown.

Since then, I would do research with him but I never went on hunts. One day, when I was around 16, he was on a hunt and had been radio silent all day, sometimes that happens but the 2nd day of no contact I knew something was up. Long story short I saved his ass but he still wouldn’t let me go on hunts.

I had only been on a handful of hunts before I went on one with Sam and Dean. We worked super well together so we decided what’s one more after that?… Another great hunt? I heard there’s been some people drained of blood in Arkansas, just one more then I’ll go back home… Ok listen, I know we just killed a coven but I heard on the radio while you were sleeping that there’s been some odd deaths in North Dakota, it’s on the way back home so we may as well get it on the way… Those odd deaths are actually happening in several different states?? Well I can’t just leave now, I need to finish what I started!! How about just oneee-

Oh who are we kidding, this car is my home now.

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||*. My Men;

Dean Jensen Winchester | 26 years old | Retired Womaniser | Pie Lover | Monster Hunter | Resident sex appeal nngh

My Pretty boy His Pretty girl

Castiel | Some billion years old | Baby in a trench coat | Wide-Eyed | Fallen Angel | Resident cutie patootie teehee

My Prayer His Religion

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||*. My Darlings;

(Ages in row 1 + Andrea are their ages when I first shift, Row 2 & 3 are in reference to when me and the boys meet them)

Sam Winchester - 22, Bobby Singer - 55, Hannah Quinn - 18

Jack Kline - Uhh, Rowena Macleod - 400ish, Meg Masters - idk

Charlie Bradbury - 26, Kevin Tran - 17, Andrea Nott - 18

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||*. Moodboard;

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||*. Outfits;

”Family ain’t who you share blood with, it’s who you’d die for”

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||*. Plot Changes; HEAVY SPOILERS

NO ONE I CARE ABOUT DIES FOR REALSIES (And when someone does die they always come back within 6 months and return to their old selves within another 6)

After Dean and I start dating, his flirty womaniser personality and fuck boy life style are COMPLETELY DEVOID FROM HIS DESIRES. I’m all he needs (and Cas) =]

When Castiel takes Sammy’s Hell trauma in season 7 he doesn’t have that weird crush thing on Meg :(

LISA AND ANY OTHER OF DEAN/CAS’S GIRLFRIENDS DON’T EXIST EVER

And so many more that I’m to lazy to write/have forgotten/don’t know yet (I’ve only watched up to season 8 lol)

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THE LOVERS

🕯️ Love and being in sync with someone special 🕯️

I think this one's kinda obvious.. Anything about your significant other! A collection of love letters/text messages between you and your s/o, a Moodboard, Playlist, Tell us how you met, etc.

- Supernatural

Dean Jensen Winchester

Dean and I have been as close as family since the moment I was born, I mean I am Bobby’s Daughter so that kinda goes without saying.

We were strictly friends growing up because of the obvious age gap, and I never really got to see him and Sam anyways so there’d be long gaps between visits where we would both change significantly.

The one thing that always stayed the same was that I was always super excited when dad told me the boys were coming.

Maybe a bit too excited…

Dad and Sam have always teased me about my obvious crush on Dean. He was always the older family friend you’d never have a chance with because… well he’s older. That didn’t stop my schoolgirl crush though, It’s a canon event guys what can I say. And either Dean never mentioned it or he was too stupid to notice.

The longest time I went without seeing him was about 2 years, when we finally reconnected I had turned 18 and Dean was 26. That same week I went on a hunt with them and kinda just never left. Dean and I were still strictly platonic, all the way up to his death 3 years later when his deal with the cross roads demon came to fruition.

It wasn’t until the 4 month deceased Dean Winchester came wandering back home alive and healthy that he barely said a word to me before kissing me, saying he “wasn’t gonna waste his second chance”. Apparently being stuck in a car with someone for 3 years, and almost dying every week, then actually dying can really make you see someone in a different light. Or had he been harbouring feelings the whole time? He wouldn’t tell me even if I asked. We’ve been together ever since.

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Castiel

Castiel and I met not very long (a few hours/days) after Dean and I started dating, as he was the Angel who dragged Dean out of hell and back to life. Cas and I basically instantly became friends, but that’s all our relationship was.

Over the next year there was extremely guilt ridden feeling towards Castiel on my side. I mean I was dating Dean, how could I ever do that to him??? So I pushed them down, buried them far deeper than any hunt gone bad or trauma I had endured. I could never let myself hurt Dean like that.

It wasn’t until I started noticing Dean saying things to Cassie he wouldn’t say to anyone besides me, and instantly snapping his mouth shut and looking at me while trying to hide his guilty and “I’ve just been caught” face. Dean and I had a talk about it and eventually we said we would try Polyamory. Our joint relationship with Cas started slow, but we learnt together and eventually grew into an inseparable trio, dependent on each other in every way.

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Love and devotion

Together our lives are filled with true devotion, undeniable passion, and overwhelming love. While hearted yearning from all sides for as long as we live.

Yes we may get odd looks in bars and it sure took dad and Sam a while to understand it, but when someone takes the time to watch us for more than 5 minutes, they see how we thrive off of each others presence, how when we’re together it’s like we come back to life.

When we are together our closest friends, and even complete strangers are unable to deny the chemistry that flows naturally between us.

It’s the most natural, supernatural thing in our lives.

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Supernatural Moodboard

🕯️ Shifting tag game 🕯️

Post two pictures that remind you of your dr self & a quote & two pictures that remind you of your dr lifestyle.

Thank you for the tag @tteokshifts my love !!!

No pressure tags;

@quickssiah @iveryworld @karahshiftsrealities @starry-eyed-shifter + anyone else

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S/o Aesthetics

🕯️ Supernatural Dr 🕯️

Thank you for the tag @quickssiah !!

Dr aesthetics tag game! Look up a color on pinterest that represents you or that you like and pick two pics from the first ten pins, then do the same with your s/o or best friend!

Me;

Castiel;

Dean;

No pressure tags;

@iveryworld @tteokshifts @oretskov @starry-eyed-shifter @karahshiftsrealities

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Angel number dream = Cas calling out to me ???

🌌 Shifters tell me what this means 🌌

I need a second opinion

Late season 7 Supernatural spoilers !!

I had a dream last night…

I was in a motel patking lot and there were 5 cars there, the number plate for them was 11, 111, 111, 1111, & 111 (there were also letters but they’re irrelevant and I can’t remember them.)

My mum was there aswell and we both freaked out (cause irl we ALWAYS yell the Angel numbers we see outloud to each other) and dream me was so flabbergasted that she even took a photo of the car plates

Now the thing is…

Me and my mum are watching supernatural together at the moment (we’re just finishing season 7), and she also knows I’m a shifter.

So I woke up and told her my dream (because of the Angel numbers) and somehow the conversation shifted (pun intended) to her saying I’m going to see an Angel one day (she’s a Christian) and I giggled a bit and said

“Wellll technically… You know how I’m a shifter right? I’m actually shifting to supernatural… and Castiel IS and angel, so you’re not technically wrong, just depends on what reality I see one in”

Then we had a little giggle

Then we were trying to decide what movie to watch and I suggested supernatural because of my dream and such, so we put it on, and I said “What’s the bet that Castiel comes back in this episode, cause of my dream and our conversation”

Low and fucking behold

Emanuel, aka FUCKING CASTIEL, my Angel baby sweetheart in the flesh, back from the dead.

AND THEN MY DAD BOBBY CAME BACK (as a ghost but still) NOT TOO LONG AFTER!!?????

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!???

Anyways, I’m gonna shift to my SPN dr tonight and see my Cassie baby

[truth-shifts]

whenever i post and get over 10 likes i start thinking im in my fame dr. ladies ladies one at a timeee👅👅👅👅