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they should invent shoplifting for online stores

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Emma bit her lip, clearly nervous despite her best efforts to mask it. "Da... Dean said... well, that you might know something about, uh... controlling the 'monster within'?"

As if in demonstration of what she meant, the skin around her eyes grew red and cracked as the eyes themselves darkened.

@saunteredslowlydownward emma & garth .

"you dad's my bestie - anything you need, i'm happy to help!"

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Dean smirked, smoothing down his perfectly crisp tie and tugging down his well tailored vest. "Clearly, I'm you... but so much better looking," he reasoned, giving his double the elevator eyes with a dose of open appreciation.

@saunteredslowlydownward dean & dean .

"what are you and why are you wearing my face?"

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Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

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I still love the idea of TFW having to do "undercover" social media accounts for a case.

They have to learn to strip their EXIF data/location and not include personal identifiers, so most of them pick "special interests" to be online about. For Jack, it's zombies and dead things and plants and fungi (rotting wood, mushrooms). For Sam it's graphics with carefully curated, seasonally-inspired serial killers stats. For Cas it's completely random (2 followers), and Dean...

...Dean goes viral once he starts posting cropped photos of Cas's hands doing everyday things.

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we need a fan as a supernatural showrunner so that they will spell cas's name correctly

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"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for those desperate times when you just have to see them, no matter what anyone else says, adjust as necessary

i couldn't wait another minute apart from you.

did you expect me to just wait around for you to show up?

i did everything i could to find you.

i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks.

they helped me track you down.

i needed to see you.

they can't hurt us anymore.

i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get?

i thought you'd be glad to see me.

it took me forever to find you.

how long have you been looking for me?

it's safer for the both of us if we stop seeing each other.

i thought i told you not to find me.

this was for your own good, you know. i leave, and you stay there, unharmed.

can we find somewhere private to talk?

they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you.

been searching for you for months, believe it or not.

you weren't supposed to expect me.

this was going to be a surprise.

they can't stop me from seeing you.

would you please let me inside?

tell me where you are, or i'll figure it out myself.

i'm not going to let them prevent us from being together.

you and i... we have to be together. no matter what.

you sure don't make it easy to follow you.

i've been tracking you for miles.

so you're real. the legends are true.

you're pretty good at covering your tracks.

i started asking around, and they pointed me in the right direction.

i got your letter and came as fast as i could.

i can reach your window if i climb this tree.

give me a clue. anything. tell me where you're hiding.

think you could come around back and unlock the door for me?

hey. it's me. would you please let me in?

you're the one they speak about, the one that can fix things.

i know i'm not what you expected.

i couldn't wait another minute.

it's starting to rain. why don't you come inside for a minute?

lecture me later. for now, let's appreciate this time we have together.

i know this looks bad, but... i just had to see you.

they think they can stop me from seeing you.

i don't want to leave your side, not for a minute.

the path was treacherous, but the reward was worth every second.

i'd do anything to find you.

i wanted to find you and thank you for what you did for me.

you're taking a big risk by finding me.

you told me to look for you, and so i did.

is there a key to this door?

we're not supposed to be seen together.

i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.

when i came looking for you, i didn't expect to find you like this.

they told me you had all the answers. they said you could fix things if i tracked you down.

i've been on your trail for weeks now.

it's safer if we're not seen together.

who told you where i was? was it [name]?

i didn't want you to find me like this.

why do you want to hide from me?

we're stronger if we're together.

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Emma reached for Jack's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know you did," she assured. "Sometimes good intentions unintentionally lead to bad outcomes... it's kind of a part of the whole human thing... or, well, human 'adjacent' in our case."

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"i just wanted to help."

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The pain of that rejection was so strong it was nearly a physical thing. "I suppose if that's how you really feel... then there's nothing I can do about it."

Sure, Lucifer hadn't been the greatest dad so far - it wasn't as if he had a good role model to look up to, after all. Mistakes had definitely been made (but who hadn't made mistakes, right?). "I just... I was hoping we could get to know each other better, is all."

@saunteredslowlydownward lucifer & jack .

"no, my father is castiel - not you."

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Lucifer flinched at the word 'human'. The archangel had long thought of humanity as his Father's treasured pets, but this pain and the heavy weight of exhaustion he felt dragging down on him were far from the gifts he had imagined that had been heaped upon the creatures. Was this how his Sam felt every day? It gave an even heavier gravitas to the dogged determination he'd come to expect from him... from both of the Winchesters, really. A grudging admiration settled deep, deep inside of him.

He scoffed. "Not just hunters. Plenty of 'my hellspawn', as you called them, will be after me once they hear... to say nothing of the angels that would welcome the advantage, I'm sure." When word got out that he was vulnerable, they would be coming from all sides. There weren't many in Hell still loyal to Lucifer since the Apocalypse had been derailed. And it had been long before the Fall since he'd had any allies in Heaven.

"As far as I'm aware, no one knows but you and I," he admitted.

Dean had fought the things nightmare's are afraid of and come back, he'd lost parts of himself, his soul and still come back because above everything Dean is a solider. A fighter first like hell would he give up.

Standing before an old enemy now seemingly having the upper hand Dean wondered if this is how he felt. Did lucifer stand in his shoes feeling this much power?

The hunters features darken as he thought of every little way Lucifer had ruined him, his brother and their family. If lucifer hadn't needed a vessel, If the yellow eyed demon hadn't wanted a soldier, so many stories started or ending here with god's favourite outcast pulling the strings. Least that's how Dean saw it.

" You're human? "

Blade now lowered but not away Dean eyed the other man over. Now they were the same but not equal, no Dean was now the big bad in the room but he had his morals. Actively fighting them against shoving his hunting knife into Lucifer's heart was another story but so far Dean was managing.

" Lotta hunters will be lookin' to settle a score if word gets out, You can thank your hell spawn for that "

Looking down at the display of weakness he never thought he'd see Dean sighed. He wouldn't take out a poor wounded animal, not like this it wasn't fair. It wasn't humane.

" Who else knows? Think hard before you lie, I still might put you down "

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writers think they’re in control until a side character kicks the door down like “guess what bitch i’m emotionally compelling”

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donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time

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"We won't let anything bad happen to you here. I promise, Emma."

jack kline & emma winchester

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"dean winchester wouldn't eat pussy" "i wouldn't trust dean winchester with my drink" "dean winchester would see two lesbians and ask if he can watch" umm i think perhaps that. you have never in your life seen a single episode of supernatural

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What kind of ghost are you?

Highway Ghost

to make a home in a moving place; a highspeed in-between. quiet shoulder, hot summer pavement, crickets jumping in the tall weeds until the rushed wind of a late-night trip speeds past. a horizon of headlights, a hope that you’ll see me, weigh the options of a stranger in your backseat, and choose to tap the brakes. if I can linger with you for a few miles, feign a heartbeat if only to remember the chatter and hot breath of living. cluttered floor and candy bag passed from the passenger seat until a question hovers without an answer and I’ve vanished from the rear-view mirror. until I snap back to my standing place. until I hear the distant hum of tires pick up again. "can I catch a ride? could you turn the radio up? it’s been so long since I’ve heard this song."

Cemetery Ghost

asleep under the growing moss, blinking centuries in every bat of my eyelashes. how long I’ve been asked to rest, the language I first loved in is buried with me; cities burned to ash and sprouted new. there are days I don’t recognize the sky. I don’t believe I’ll taste life again, but spend nights wandering in the grass if only to miss where the reeds might meet me. immovable and undizzied, time drips from its rusted faucet.

Basement Ghost

rattle and wail, to dwell under the earth and still never know rest. don’t you know it all looks like heaven from here? I catch the footsteps of life go on without me; giddy running through the door, stripped backpack and sneakers, slow waltz in the kitchen when the lights go out. I know no one wants to plunge into the dark; dripping leak and cold concrete. the low groan we’ll call the settling pipes. to exist where the light won’t reach, chanting one wish: see me, see me, see me, see me.

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