#[angel with a shotgun plays in the background]

[lowpolybread]

“My mom told me these stories all the time. I remember this. She said…” “What?” “She said this is what the gods are like to each other. This is the kind of family they are.” “Why didn’t you wanna say that just now?” “She was trying to keep me away from you guys. Maybe you were right. Maybe she should have been preparing me better.” “Maybe she was preparing you. So when you got to us, you’d be different than this.”

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1x03 + 1x05

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Songs I Need to Hear in Future PJO Seasons (ft. me being very intense for no reason)

Angel with a Shotgun by the Cab - SEASON 👏 FIVE 👏 TRAILER 👏 it's literally about stepping up as a hero and fighting a war for what you love without caring what the gods would think, BANGER OF A SONG also so percy in tlo coded

Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift (Sad acoustic version) - Hear me out. It's a panoramic shot of New York during the war, and what the song describes as a city of new beginnings and dreams is now a city of the end of a lot of lives and crushed souls. And it won't ruin the sad vibe because it's a sad acoustic version

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift - Do I need to explain? S4, a slow-mo shot of annabeth staring numbly at the volcano exploding with tears down her face and her mouth opening to a scream as the lyrics "I'll be getting over you my whole life" echo, it's not a want, it's a need.

The Freaks by Jordan Clarke - The most camp half blood song to ever camp half blood, I need this song in an introductory shot of camp or at a campfire sing along scene

I Wanna Be Yours by The Arctic Monkeys - Okay, this is more of a vibe related song suggestion than a lyrics based song, but a scene with percy and annabeth pining over each other with this song in the background? would be chefs kiss. (also rick loves vintage songs in his books and this is a very vintage sounding song sooo)

Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo - Self explanatory, I just need the song, no matter what scene or character

literally any imagine dragons song

Riptide by Vance Joy (Cover) - the same song, the same cover except SON OF NEPTUNE TRAILER COME ON NOW

Not going to happen, but at least an instrumental of Good Kid when annabeth talks to piper in the lost hero season about how everybody had been searching for percy for weeks

The Prophecy by Taylor Swift - You know what a TLO adaptation means, right? It means a proper rewrite of the book to make it better, right? Which means we can write percy being actually depressed because of the prophecy, not just him ignoring it like how he did in the book, right? So imagine: when the whole "If I have to die, I have to die" dialogue comes around during the revealing of the prophecy, this song starts playing as percy storms out the room in anger and disbelief. He just goes to his rooms and buries his face in the pillow and starts sobbing with this song in the background. Also the 'just want someone who wants my company' lyric also expresses his feelings towards the rachel and annabeth drama.

Add on in the reblogs and comments of your ideas hehe😁

[returnsandreturns]

they get high and also honest

(i don't KNOW where aziraphale read about shotgunning but it had to happen. also maybe continue on and put this on ao3?)

--

“It was wonderful to see Adam again, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale says.

“Mmm, yes,” Crowley says, unenthusiastically. “Did you understand a word he said?” 

“Oh, not a word,” Aziraphale breathes, relieved.

“He’s just a kid,” Crowley says, then laughs, surprising himself. “That’s kind of–nice, actually. After everything.” 

“It is nice,” Aziraphale says, smiling before he walks past him to lock the door to the shop. “Although, he’s really a teenager more than a kid. The smell alone.”

“Smell of hormones,” Crowley says, “and energy drinks and Snapchat and–” 

“Marijuana,” Aziraphale says, surprised, and Crowley turns to see him bent down and picking up a small plastic bag folded in half. “I thought I recognized the smell.” 

“Why did you recognize it?” Crowley asks, squinting at him, gasping when Aziraphale looks nothing but coy. "Have you partaken, angel?" 

“. . .you know that period in the seventies where we didn’t really speak much?” Aziraphale asks, apparently waiting for Crowley’s hesitant nod before he goes on. “I spent quite a lot of it. . .thinking. And smoking, on occasion. Medicinally." 

“For what ailment?” Crowley asks, laughing.  

“Spot of depression,” Aziraphale says, simply, no emotions on his face besides a small and, frankly, suspicious smile.

“Why were you depressed?” Crowley asks, with every emotion visible on his face, probably. He might not have been the best person to turn to in the event of an emotional crisis but he would have tried. Things got strange and tense after the holy water–perhaps, more specifically, after Aziraphale gently turned him down when he didn’t even know what he was asking for. He wanted to give him his space. Slow down. 

In 1972, he bought the newest Bowie album and fell asleep to Starman playing in the background. He woke up two years later, paced up and down Aziraphale’s street fifty times, caught eyes with him through the window for just a moment before he ran off. He bought a copy of Diamond Dogs from the record store nearby then went back to his flat and slept for the majority of the decade. 

Aziraphale wrinkles his nose, stares somewhere over Crowley’s shoulder for a long moment before he meets his eyes and says, softly, “We didn’t speak at all that decade, did we?”

“We had lunch once,” Crowley says, feeling like his heart is entirely too aware of this whole situation, wanting to touch him but not sure where, “in 1972.” 

“Of course,” Aziraphale says, after a beat, like he’s remembering how painfully awkward it was just trying to be whatever their brand of normal was. “Would you–would you like to smoke with me, perhaps? It would be wrong to give it back to Adam and encourage the behavior. But it's. . .also wrong to let it go to waste, don’t you think?” 

“For the record, this is not what I expected to happen today,” Crowley says, smiling, “but sure, angel. Let’s smoke, I guess.” 

*** 

When they’re upstairs, Aziraphale makes sure that the smoke will not penetrate anything to reach the books downstairs or leave a lingering smell, sitting Crowley down on the small sofa to watch as he digs around and eventually pulls out a delicate looking glass pipe. It looks brand new, no burns at all, milky white with pale blue flowers painted on it. 

Aziraphale is silent as he neatly packs the pipe and barely rubs his thumb over the rim of it to light it.  

“For you,” he says, offering it to Crowley before sitting next to him, just an inch or two between them. 

Crowley coughs as soon as he takes a hit, turning into a laugh when he sees Aziraphale watching him kind of smugly. 

“Don’t judge me, angel,” he says, handing him the pipe. “I’ve hardly done this. Apparently been living a pure and righteous existence compared to you." 

“And God said, behold,” Aziraphale says, solemnly, “I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the–” 

“Oh, don’t quote Genesis at me, you bastard,” Crowley says, nudging him gently. “I was there.” 

Aziraphale takes a hit and Crowley watches every godforsaken second of it, allowing himself the indiscretion given the context, taking in the sight of the pipe parting Aziraphale’s lips and his eye fluttering shut and the long lingering moment of peace before he slowly blows the smoke out. 

“You’re, uh,” Crowley says, faintly. “You’re good at that.” 

“How so?” Aziraphale asks, happily. 

“Well, you look good,” Crowley clarifies, freezing until Aziraphale blushes and looks even more pleased with himself. “What am I doing wrong?” 

“You need to take it slower, I think,” Aziraphale says, relighting it and biting his lip for a distracting moment before he asks, “May I?” and lifts the pipe to Crowley’s mouth. 

“. . .uh huh,” Crowley says, shocked at Aziraphale’s soft fingers touching his jaw to keep him still but immediately listening when he tells him to breathe in slowly and tells him when to stop. 

“Hold it in,” Aziraphale says, softly, setting the pipe carefully on the table before resting a hand on Crowley’s chest like he wants to feel his breathing. “Now breathe out, dear.” 

It’s definitely smoother.

“There you are,” Aziraphale says, satisfied. 

“Here I am,” Crowley says, thoroughly shaken. 

*** 

Crowley manages to get Aziraphale to do it one more time, just to be safe, before he takes a hit on his own and already feels like he’s melting into the sofa, staring shamelessly when Aziraphale shifts forward to pull off his jacket and waistcoat. 

Aziraphile slowly rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons exactly one button. 

"A bit stifled," he says, sitting back again, leaning against Crowley heavily. 

"Sure," Crowley says, swallowing hard. "Am I meant to be feeling it much yet?" 

"It may take some time," Aziraphale says, smiling sideways at him. "How are you feeling now?" 

"Good," Crowley says, smiling back because he can't help himself. "Very good." 

***

"You did not," Crowley says, grinning. 

"I did," Aziraphale says, laughing. "And I was never welcome at Buckingham Palace again." 

"You fascinate me," Crowley says, without a hint of sarcasm. 

At some point, he was down to a black t-shirt and jeans, everything else abandoned on the floor with Aziraphale's clothing. It is an unfamiliar sight that he can't stop glancing down at. 

At another point, his arm found its way around Aziraphale's shoulders, then his waist instead, and Aziraphale just cuddled close instead of commenting on it. It feels like time is moving differently and like he's breathing under water and, ultimately, like they can be what they want to be without driving away the urge with stupid fears. He can't hold onto a thought for very long other than how good he feels. It's lovely. 

"What are you thinking about?" Aziraphale asks, lifting his head, after they've both gone silent. 

". . .when you said I went too fast, in my car all those years ago," he says, because that's been on his mind ever since. "What did you think I wanted?" 

"Oh," Aziraphale says, softly. "Well, I thought maybe it was. . .what I wanted, as well. What I was trying not to want." 

"Angel," Crowley says. He really wants a straight answer for once, something other than wait and see and lingering looks, but then Aziraphale is relighting the pipe. 

"Let me try something," he says. "I've never done it but I've read–well, just breathe in when our mouths touch, dear." 

Crowley watches Aziraphale take another hit, feeling paralyzed for just a moment when Aziraphale slides fingers into hair to hold him in place before he's leaning in so they're pressed together as he slots his mouth over Crowley's and breathes out slowly. 

Crowley doesn't cough at all this time and Aziraphale stays right there, touches their foreheads together, murmurs his name like a goddamn blessing. 

"I want you," Crowley says, breathlessly, winding his arms around Aziraphale like he might change his mind. "Please, angel, please-can I have you?" 

Every word and every kiss that Aziraphale gives him after feels like it will linger forever, hovering around in the air between them, a gentle buzzing under his skin. He is feeling everything so much. 

"Yes," Aziraphale says, kissing his mouth. "Yes, anything you want." His cheek. "My beautiful boy." The tip of his nose. "So brave." 

"Dunno about brave," Crowley murmurs. 

"For me, you are," Aziraphale says, stroking his cheek. "You always have been." 

Crowley would do anything for him. If being brave is part of that, maybe he is. 

They kiss for an indeterminate amount of time, Aziraphale mostly in his lap, until Aziraphale pulls away just enough to murmur, "Should we sober up, darling? Maybe talk?" 

" I'd like to touch you a while longer," Crowley admits, brushing fingers down Aziraphale's throat, tracing down underneath his loose collar. "I think I might be braver this way, actually." 

Aziraphale smiles down at him warmly and starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt. 

[koskela-knights]

AW2 Mercenaries or Arcade Mode

Once again, imagining a Mercenaries (à la Resident Evil) mode or an arcade mode similar to AW:AN where you have to defeat as many Takens as possible.

You can play as multiple characters and/or teams: Saga & Casey, the Koskelas, the Andersons, Rose, Alan & Alice, Alan & Barry, the Deputies, etc. Each character has their unique weapon of choice besides a standard flashlight) + Selection of OGoA songs to play during the campaign! Co-op mode possible if you play as a team.

1 Characters

Saga & Casey: coffee consumption bonus: once they reach a certain level of coffee, their attacks are more efficient and quick. Casey is support and long-range. Will often throw Saga extra ammo or health boosters. Saga has a limited version of her vanilla game inventory. She still has her little charms that grant her mini bonuses

Alice: Alice has a photo camera with a bright flashlight option that can stun Taken for a few seconds which allows Alan time to shoot them at a blank point

Barry: has a distraction action where he can temporarily put up an Alan cut-out that can draw multiple Taken away from him and Alan. His Christmas lights give him a bit of extra protection vs others

Alan: this is dissonant to the actual game, but he could have a berserk/rage mode where Scratch takes over for a few seconds for a frenzy. Teamed with Barry he has the angel lamp to stun Takens in a short radius for a few seconds

Andersons: Odin uses an indestructible guitar as a melee weapon for close-range combat. Similarly, Tor might have a special hammer. Power-up moment: Odin blasts a deadly soundwave that can instakill Taken who get in a defined radius

Koskelas: Ilmo has a knife & Jaakko has a special shotgun. For long-range Ilmo has his sniper rifle. Beer consumption could work in similar way as coffee does for the FBI agents. Build up their special meter for a Sisu-boost unlocking a temporary melee combo attack against multiple Takens

Rose: has her customized rifle as her main ranged weapon and the angel lamp that has healing abilities. Actually it'd be funny if she has some pies she could throw to make enemies slip

Deputies: They could have a handgun for close(r) range and a shotgun for long-range combat. They could have a power boost where they turn into their Taken selves for extra damage

Tim: as an officer, he might have a few more fireweapons available to him. He has his PRS to summon another version of himself to temporarily help him fight the Taken

Estevez: has a basic handgun, some flares and maybe a special FBC device as her specialized weapon. I can imagine she might have special traps to temporarily trap Takens.

Huotaris: Ilmari uses a hunting rifle or shotgun while Jaakoppi uses an axe. Ilmari also has a berserk/rage mode that turns him into YY Ilmari where he'll use a knife for quick but very efficient melee attacks.

2 Maps/locations

Bright Falls outside

Bright Falls main street

Bright Falls woods

Cauldron Lake

Watery main road

Historical Huotari/Watery which has a black/white filter

Suomi Hall (with Ahti just vibing in the background, probably doing karaoke and unbothered by the main fighting stage)

Coffee World

Ocean View Motel

2 Items

Coffee or Ahma, depending on the characters as health items

Coffee: boosts stamina/energy

Ahma: increases speed

Karjalanpiirakat: increases health

Ammo: gun ammo & flash light batteries

3 Enemies

Depending on the map, enemies might vary (ex. Coffee World having CW employee takens, the woods have wolves)

Basic Taken

Wolf Taken

Taken Bruisers

Taken Floaters

Maybe there's a boss fight if you clear X stages/waves

4 Songs

The entire Old Gods of Asgard soundtrack of course! You can unlock Control songs if you've played as Estevez and Tim

Feel free to add your own ideas or characters in the reblogs or/and comments!

[ray-venous]

zhongluc christmas (modern AU) -- santa baby

wc: 507 Santa baby plays softly in the background with the cracks of hot logs. It's quiet, the moon high in the sky with the promise of snow in the future. Mondstadt usually never had terrible snow, but with Dawn Winery being so close Dragonspine, snow tended to settle more during the winter. Diluc always loved waking up to fresh snow on the ground when he was younger. Now, the cold only causes his joints to ache. He sits next to the fireplace, a red plaid blanket over his lap with his husband sitting beside him. He had met Zhongli only seven years ago, though they had not dated the entire time. Their dating, and marriage was quick. A quick shotgun wedding with little planning and few people around. Quiet, small, just how he had wanted it. Diluc truly considered the man beside him his soulmate. After years of despair, he couldn't help but appreciate what was offered to him. "This song," his husband muses as the song plays out. It plays a little longer, the song ending with it's signature 'hurry, tonight', "The connotation." The song is replayed, Diluc barely lifting his eyes from the book he was reading, "Hm? Well, I've always heard it as a gold digger." "Reminds me of someone," Zhongli muses, though he is quickly met with a slap with Diluc's book on his chest. There's an 'oof' followed by the man's deep laugh. "Am I wrong? You married a CEO." "As if I married you for materialistic means," Diluc goes back to reading, not have lost his page considering he kept his thumb as a marker. "Go get me more tea." Yet, the man behind Diluc only wraps his other arm around Diluc, fully snuggling into Diluc's shoulder, "I'm warm here though." "Be good, a-Li." "'Luc," the name rolls of his tongue in a way that has Diluc both shivering but also annoyed by his husband's antics. The man knew what he was doing breathing on his neck like that, "I've been an awful good boy, an angel all year." Diluc wants to slap him again, but those arms hold him so tight. Lips press against the nape of his neck. Soft, wet from the cooled tea on his lips. "Santa baby..." the nickname slips off his tongue again, and Diluc is very much not focuses on the book in his lap, "one thing I really need.." Another peppering of kisses, moving from the back of his neck along the side of his neck. One is stuck right behind his ear, his breath from his nose causing more of those goosebumps to run down his spine and settle in his stomach. "I'll wait up for you, dear," he whispers, another kiss on his jaw, "Santa baby, won't you hurry down the chimney tonight?" Then his husband, like the tease he is, moves, getting up and leaving a space of chill and emptiness behind him. Promises for later wait at the top of the stairs, but soon, Diluc's cold tea is replaced with warmth.

[evanave]

@rczepetalz asked: 🎶 - scarlet

SEND '🎶' + A SHIP AND I'LL CHOOSE A SONG BASED OFF:

Their main song: Perfectly Perfect by Simple Plan

The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: Take It Slow by Conner Smith

A Song to play in the background of a battle: Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab ( had to! )

The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: Infinitely Falling by Fly By Midnight

The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: Hollow (Lo’s Version) by Lo Spirit, Dabin & Kai Wachi

The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: My Person by Spencer Crandall

The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: Slow Dance In A Parking Lot by Jordan Davis

[tracing-lines-in-the-infinite]

Sometimes you're reading a paper your advisor sent you on nonparametric frontier modeling with music playing in the background when Angel with a Shotgun comes on and you start bawling over Eliot Spencer.

I mean y'all know how it is.

[spookyghostcupcake]

I imagine "Angel with a shotgun" playing in the background

[echoe-back-from-the-void]

Crowley X Male Reader ~pt2

Because I had to write part two to this budding relationship. Look for pt one on my account. It’s not far.

| 1 | two | 3 |

I heard the loud noxious music before I entered the vehicle. The windows were down so I could only assume it was to air out the sulfuric smell crowley gave off. He was sitting in the backseat with his arms crossed as he tried to yell over the music.

I allowed myself a smile knowing they couldn't see me yet as I still flew over the car. I pulled my wings in and fell to the road and landed into the back seat beside the grumpy demon. The radio began to blitz between static and incomprehensible rock.

Dean grumbled over the static as he began to twist and turn the knobs on the radio. "Oh come on man! That was Zeppelin!" He said in aggravation.

My lips quirked at the corner into a small grin. They didn't use to do that. Through spending more and more time with the Winchesters I had more chances to see life and experience it outside the battlefield. In a way becoming more human.

My life had always been one war after another. There were not times for laughter or joy. Only fear as it clouded my nose and I prayed for the soldier beside me to survive this hell. There was that one Christmas when we crossed our trenches and dance and sung and drank until we would wake up the next morning and kill the same men.

"Seriously M/N, even Cas doesn't fuck with the radio!" Dean continued to grumble, finishing off with a glare through the assistance of the backup mirror. "Fix it!"

I nod and twist my frequency to stop fritzing the radio. Instead of zepplin playing there is Frank Sinatras voice as he begins to sing the opening stanza to Come fly with me.

"Frank Sinatra?" Sam asks in confusion.

"I heard this song when it first aired in 1958, during the Vietnam war. After the war I had to meet him, and did." I paused, "he died while I was off fighting in Kosovo Conflict." I admit sadly.

"How could you have heard this if you were in Vietnam?" Dean asked in confusion. "I mean I get you had radios but wouldn't that have been too far?"

"I would play with the frequencies, bounce signals. Everyday I saw my soldiers say 'we are in hell'. So I gave them radio. I amplified signals from home so they could listen to music, all along the watchtower was a favorite, it ain't me by CCR, we gotta get outta this place by the animals. It was all I could do to help." I lean back into the backseat and smile to myself. "I even think one of them caught on. He would follow me around asking me questions." My lips thin into a tight line. "I was sad to see that one go." I said creating a somber mood as come fly with me began to sizzle in the background.

I turned to the side to see Crowley when he bumped his leg into mine. "So frank Sinatra?"

I nod and began to talk with Crowley. Not noticing of how the once staticky version of come fly with me became clearer again and went on to play strangers in the night. Sam and Dean share a uncomfortable look as they both look at the back mirror to see Crowley and Mars having a pleasant conversation. The Angel has a small smile when Crowley speaks.

Dean coughs into his hand while turning down the music. "Not that I don't like this blast from the past, but driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean says loudly gaining the angels attention.

Sam slaps his brothers arm. "Dude! You can't just say that to an Angel."

"Why not! My car!" Dean protests. "Besides he has wings, he doesn't need car rides to get places so he doesn't have jurisdiction on the music." Dean argues.

The brothers begin to bicker more and it brings a fond smile to my face. Crowley taps my leg and I turn to him again. "What would you say we just go to the destination and let these two chuckleheads chit chat?"

"Are you offering me a ride?" I tease lightly. As soon as it leaves my mouth I blink in confusion. Where did that come from? Maybe the Winchesters have made me more human than I thought.

"If that's what your asking, tall, dark, and scary." Crowley offers and puts his hand on my shoulder. Soon we're standing outside a park. Crowley takes a seat and I choose to sit beside him.

I let myself relax and lean against the bench's arm rest. "So what is the monster this time?"

"A nest of vampires, they've been draining men. Most of them last seen coming out of a gay bar." Crowley says bluntly.

"I forget how much our world changes." I shake my head, "how many would you say occupy this nest?"

"10 or 12."

I think it over before standing. "Then let's go."

"Go? Go where?" Crowley asks in confusion as he stands as well.

"Deal with the nest? I can handle most if not all. I need someone to guard the exits." I respond bluntly I close my eyes and focus, finding the nest easily. "It's not far. It's the old roller skating rink."

Time skip ~~~

I walk into the building with Crowley, he chooses to stand by the door as I walk further toward the rink. I whistle and it echoes; slowly people began to creep out of dark corners. The lights begin flickering and music plays through the over head. Puttin on the ritz began to play and I couldn't stop from tapping my foot.

"Who are you?! Why are you here?" One of them asks.

I stop tapping my foot and turn to the vampire. "I'm here to— dispose of you." I tilt my head. "I have nothing against your kind but I really must kill you. I'd rather be the one doing it than the hunters that accompanied me here. I hope you understand." I say before lunging and pushing him to the ground as his head is ripped from his body. His nest mates begin to hiss as their fangs drop and they lunge for me. I dance between the bodies sometimes dismembering them as I go.

A brave vampire wraps it's hands around my throat and growls threateningly as spittle flies onto my face. I raise my eyebrow and break it's arms before crushing its head under my boot.

The vampires begin to back away from me in fear and realization they cannot win.

"Running is futile, Take your death standing and fighting." I demand in anger. "I've led soldiers with more bravery then you lot." I swing my arm and my wings follow as they decapitate three vampires at a time. The blood outlines them enough to become visible. There are five more alive and I make quick work of four. The last one kneels before me in a pitiful state. It's right arm severely broken as it begs for mercy. I put my boot on the coven leaders broken shoulder and grip his head tightly, snapping his neck while simultaneously ripping it from his body.

I throw the head behind me and flick my wing and the blood flies off leaving my wings untainted and invisible again. Crowley claps his hands in appreciation. The music dies down and I hear banging before Sam and Dean burst into the entrance.

"Hello boys, you just missed a most delightful performance. Nearly brought me to tears." Crowley says sarcastically.

Sam and Dean examine the state of the room and Sam is disgusted by the amount of mutilated corpses while Dean is morbidly interested in how I managed spill so much blood. I ignore them in favor of cleaning my hands with my ever present handkerchief.

"Clean up on aisle— everywhere." Dean jokes and pats my shoulder. "Nice job."

"Dean, he is literally the god of war." Sam says pinching the bridge of his nose while avoiding looking at the bodies.

I snap my fingers and the bodies and blood clean themselves, "better?"

"Much." Sam says making dean snort.

I roll my head and stretch my hands above me. My wings flex as well and stretch out. "That was an okay fight, ghouls put up more effort." I complain.

"I'm sure you'll find a fitting fight soon enough." Crowley said soothingly.

His tone made my ears buzz and I smiled back at him. "I hope."

Crowley then left for demon business and I wished him luck.

Time skip ~~~

The brothers had continued to search for the horsemen rings; regardless if I did not agree with locking my brother back in the cage.

War, of course, bowed in my presence. The brothers asked if I was his boss as the god of war and I lifted my lip in a snarl. "He is a cockroach, starting feeble conflicts that lead to all out war. As a god of war I do not start wars, I fight in them. In a way he thinks he is serving me but his interferences have always angered me. I would be glad to be rid of him."

Famine did cause trouble among the brothers, leading Sam to nearly relapse on his demonic diet. It was amusing to see Castiel gorge himself on White Castle burgers. But I did not appreciate famine forcing him to eat raw meat like a dog. And for that I was the one to kill famine.

Pestilence made me angry. Of all my brother's creations among the demons. The horseman pestilence was the most obnoxious. There is already enough sickness in the world. Castiel killed him at the last moment. I would've ended it but I was off with Gabriel while we watched from afar.

Death, I had no qualms with. I much appreciate him and his reapers. When Dean and Crowley located him in Chicago I flew in with excitement. With a flutter I was standing in the Chicago Pizza shop while Dean was sitting in front of death.

Dean turned over his shoulder, "M/N."

"Death." I said with soft familiarity. "It's been long, old friend." I smiled before walking closer.

"M/N, what're you doing here?" Dean asked in confusion because he hadn't seen me since I killed famine.

"Winchester, you're dismissed." I asked politely.

"No, not until we get his ring!" He demanded in aggravation. Nearly leaving his seat with his shout.

"Winchester, stand outside with Crowley before I drag you out." I demanded without raising my voice.

Deans throat bobbed as he was reminded I was not to be taken lightly. He left silently aside from slamming the door harshly like a petulant child.

I released a breath as I tried to calm myself before taking deans abandoned seat. "I have told them I do not like this plan." I leaned my elbow against the table. "I will deal with my brothers when the time presents itself. But the winchesters are impatient, they want him caged yesterday."

"They are mortal, (male nickname, preferably embarrassing in context)" Death said smiling.

I looked away to hide my embarrassment. "That's not the point." I shook my head before becoming serious again. "Are you happy to be back? My brothers haven't chained you or anything?"

"No chains, I'm free to do as I wish. And I wish to enjoy the fast food of this time. Have you had the deep dish pizza?"

I smiled seeing death speak with excitement about the food he'd like to eat. Those who do not know my friend would not assume he's excited. But as we have been friends since my creation, even I could see how he smiled and would speak with enthusiasm.

"It's all molecules to us."

"Lies." Death said in jest before some cheese cake appeared before me. "Very same from Venice."

"You spoil me." I said smiling and eagerly dug into the slice. While most angels would only taste molecules. After years of passing for human during wars, I could pick out flavors and tastes while ignoring its components. "I almost forgot what cheesecake tasted like." I ate another bite before speaking again. "Did the owners change the recipe?" The soldier I mentioned earlier, the one who had me figured out. His children and descendants are the owners of this restaurant in Venice. Of course when the boy figured me out he would ask questions, most I answered. He saw my displeasure at eating rations so he would eat with me so as to conceal my lack of appetite. One day he made me a cheesecake. While I couldn't taste the flavors then, I have always appreciated it. The recipe was passed down and his family started a restaurant.

"No, regretfully the owners passed and left the restaurant to their children. Only one of them has real talent for food."

I hummed. "That is regretful. I'll have to visit the family at some time to pay my respects."

"You could always visit him." Death said raising his finger off his cane as he motioned up.

I scoffed before leaning back against the chair. "Jupiter would be angry if I were to visit home. I haven't been to heaven since the Vikings migrated. Most of the angels have forgotten me or deny my existence. I may be an archangel but heaven is no longer home." I dropped my head to my chest to hide my sullen expression. I missed the garden, the gates, the warm gooey feeling of the sun. I miss the angels, the cherubs I would take care of. It was by chance I came into contact with Castiel.

"But have you not visited at least once in the last millennium? Not even the gates at least?" Death asked in worry.

"No, not once. I've been busy with wars and conflicts. I fought for the Roman's all those years ago but I am still leashed by that—" I bit down my anger with a contemptuous sigh. "My mark has not changed from the day I received it." I said the word received with as much sarcasm as my monotone voice could manage.

Leaning back in a more controlled voice I continued. "Heaven has been peaceful for so long that while I feel nostalgic for its warmth, I have not tempted fate. Infighting only began after my brothers were freed. I have Castiel giving me updates whenever possible. If the fighting becomes more aggravated then I will take action regardless of him." I said reluctantly.

I looked at the clock and realized we had been talking for so long that my whole cake was barely crumbs and the pizza was much the same state. I turned to the window and was unsurprised to see Dean pacing outside while looking at the sky every couple seconds. Crowley noticed my stare and with a smile he twinkled his fingers in a wave that made me feel—something.

Death mumbled something into his napkin and I was too distracted to catch most of it but what I did made my grace burn in embarrassment.

Death chuckled before leaning over the table to present the silver ring with swirling white stone at its center. It was not my first time seeing his ring but I was surprised that he would present it to me.

"Understand, that while I could give the Winchester some horrible impossible task to earn this, I give it to you in hopes you do not have to use it. I know how you miss your younger brother, and I wish you the best in controlling him and keeping him out of his cage. Until next time my friend." Death finished his last sentence by standing and placing his hat back on his head and vanishing.

I smiled sadly at the open air he had just occupied. "Goodbye friend."

I stood from the table and left the pizza parlor at a leisurely pace. When I opened the door the first thing the oldest Winchester did was pounce on me for answers.

"So did you get it, did you get the ring? Is he on our side? How do we lock up your brother?" Dean fired off in rapid succession.

The last question made me clench the ring tighter in my first and even Crowley winced. I stared down Dean and spoke in a even tone. "Death is on no one's side, he is an entity older than time. He does not take sides."

"But you two are all buddy buddy?" Dean said bluntly.

"I am an archangel and god of war, death is not new to me. I have known him since my creation. We are not buddy buddy." I answered spitefully.

"But what about your brother, you got the ring that means we lock him up now, right?" Dean asked oblivious to my growing anger. I had kept my temper as we collected the rings but it has been building since the first time the Winchesters suggested it.

"Squirrel, you may want to step off it." Crowley said informatively. But it was already too late as my anger had loosened my lips.

"You sound no better than Michael," I spat hatefully. "No wonder you'd be his vessel." I grit my teeth as I tried to control my temper and refrain from killing my father's favorite toy. I held the ring in front of Deans fearful eyes before bringing it to my chest where I felt it brush my necklace before joining it beside my dog tags and godly weapon. "No matter if you beg or plead, you will not have this ring so long as you continue to speak ill. You may kill me or die trying and you would still not pry it from my neck." I threatened harshly as I towered over him making him shrink into himself. "Sam is as much your younger brother as Lucifer is mine. I do Not comment on his binges in the past or his blood purity. So do not spite my brother as if you know him." I spoke venomously before leaving in a riled flap of my wings. I left with such force that the Winchester was knocked over and scrapped his hands on the concrete sidewalk.

I flew circles around the state as I watched for monsters, swooping down and swiftly ending each one I came in contact with. There was no hesitation and no seconds wasted on banter or baiting. Soon I had cleared the whole state of every monster aside from the rare few species I let live. Beneficial species mostly.

Still the anger inside me continued to grow and I took off to the nearest battlefield. The nearest being across the world in a conflict I didn't care to acknowledge before I wiped out the opposing side with my godly weapon. Some bodies made out with whole corpses while others were butchered beyond recognition. My once clean attire and skin were stained with various bloods of monsters before being bathed in the blood of those dead on the battlefield. The viscous liquids dripped off me in fat splatters on the ground. The scent of ozone and iron was overpowering any other smell, I couldn't even taste the cheesecake through it all.

I threw my head back before screaming in anger, anger at the gods, at my father, at my brothers, at humans, at fate, destiny and everything between it. I never hated the sun til that second. Wishing it would explode and end it all. Grace exploded out of me in time with my anger, burning the corpses and scorching the ground black. My wings stretched like they were trying to rip themselves from my body and leave me flightless.

I sank to my knees in exhaustion, my wings, now sore, wrapped tightly around my frame as if they could shield me from my anger, my hate, my sadness.

God created us first, like some science experiment or lab rat. We are flawed to a fault. Archangels being the first off the shelf, we are emotional to a point of destruction. We feel so much stronger then our lesser angels. We feel pain and sadness like a disease. Our anger could level continents without control. Our love is near obsessive. We feel so much stronger and have so little understanding of our own emotions that it cripples us. Michael being father’s pet, Lucifer becomes the betrayer. Gabriel left because he was so saddened by their fighting he couldn’t cope. Raphael feeling so neglected compared to Michael that he took over heaven and the angels to garner favor with father.

In a way I am better than my brothers. While I have always felt just as deeply, my duties and my control keep me from acting on those emotions. I was the perfect doll, as much as I may feel I did not outwardly show it like my brothers. I have the perfect military temperament, as I’ve been told by many throughout my time in war. But this was the straw to break the camels back as they say.

I don’t know how long I sat there as the ground began to radiate with my grace. Providing a beacon for any nearby Angel to find me.

“Big brother?” A soft timid voice asked from afar. I raised my eyes to see my brother, Gabriel. He was shifting from foot to foot as his wings moved erratically behind him.

I smiled reassuringly before trying to stand, I stumbled slightly before trying again. When I was standing straighter I opened my wings from my body so he could come closer.

He sped toward me with a smile and trapped me in a hug. I smiled softly into his hair. My love of my brother is what causes me pain but I would not stop loving them regardless. I rested my head on his while we hugged.

[weirdkidculture-music]

Parry Gripp

Parry Gripp was a staple musician in my childhood. From "Space Unicorn" to "Pink Fluffy Unicorns," he gave weird kids a lot of material to work with when it came to randomly singing in the halls. I'm convinced that he was the person that started it all when it came to discovering music on YouTube. So many of the videos we watched had variations of our favorite characters singing "Do You Like Waffles."

Even now, I get bits and pieces of his songs stuck in my head. Just last week, "Space Unicorn" was playing on loop. I like to think of him as "The blueprint." Parry Gripp music could be heard coming from IPods, computers, and Nintendo DS' everywhere. He encouraged creativity and imagination within me and my peers, and it felt like a piece of heaven whenever I would mumble a lyric and someone else joined in.

Jack Stauber

Unlike Parry Gripp, where his music reached a wide audience, Jack Stauber was more niche. I'm not saying that he's some underground artist that only a select few have heard of (because he's not), I'm saying that his brand caters to a specific audience. The kids who watched Jack Stauber growing up definitely grew up to be a little strange and off-putting (me included).

I love talking about Jack Stauber because I get to talk about animation memes. You either discover him from animation memes or his page, there is no in-between. Jack Stauber has an interesting style of music. It's upbeat and catchy, yet the lyrics hold deeper meanings. This juxtaposition intrigued me. My favorite of his songs is Baby Hotline. The video was so interesting and the resulting animatics and animation memes, I saw were so cool.

Nightcore

EVERY WEIRD KID YOU MIGHT ENCOUNTER KNOWS NIGHTCORE!!! No more of this "Tiktok sped up" nonsense. The real ones know nightcore. We would sit there and listen to sped up songs like "Angel With a Shotgun" with a picture of a depressed anime girl in the background for hours. Sometimes, I find myself perking up when I hear a song and then being confused that it sounds slow because I'm used to the nightcore version.

Nightcore is significant to weird kid culture because so many anime edits, AMVs, or PMVs used nightcore songs. I know I would literally search up "regular song-nightcore version," so I could make up scenarios in my head while I avoided reality. I think it's so interesting when I ask somebody if they remember nightcore and then they stare at me like I'm crazy because they were normal growing up. I still enjoy listening to it as an adult because it's nostalgic now. I used to take it so seriously as a kid and now I'm like "Wow, that was an era." (It still is an era, I'll never leave).

The Living Tombstone

With a mix of fansongs and their own originals, they were a hit with me. I first heard of them when they released "Discord." The lore around this song is actually pretty funny. People who didn't watch the original video took it so seriously and tried to analyze it's deeper meaning, but it's literally just about the My Little Pony character. Someone had made the song and The Living Tombstone just remixed it in their style. I remember the discourse around this song and all of the arguments around it. The Early 2010s was a crazy time.

Anyway, I got really interested in their music because of Five Nights at Freddy's. They released songs for each game, and I was tuned in every single time. I recently went to one of their concerts, and the whole crowd screamed when that first note played. They also have original songs that are appreciated by a wider crowd, but still held dear by us weird kids.

WillWood (And the Tapeworms)

I love having existential crisis' whenever I listen to his music. I didn't discover him until 9th grade, but my life was changed forever anyway. My friend actually introduced me to him because I told her that I liked Tally Hall (you should definitely check them out). Willwood is both a soloist and part of a band. He has such a unique style and is such an inspiration to both my stories and poetry. Don't tell Dr. Daniels, but my second workshop was heavily influenced by his music.

He is weird. Strange and unusual is his brand, so it was definitely up my alley. He reminds me of a preppy Voltaire (if you're familiar with that artist). He constantly speaks about death and existence, and that is probably why my creative work is so depressing. However, it's comforting to know that me and millions of others are connecting by the lyrics of this strange man.

These are only a few of the influential music artists throughout my life. From the fun nonsense of Parry Gripp to the depressing nonsense of Willwood, weird kids have constantly been inspired and made to feel seen by these artists. Still today, my friends and I will randomly start singing random lines or blasting Minecraft song covers. Weird music doesn't just stop after you grow older, there's always more to discover and I find my Spotify playlists getting bigger everyday.

[tg-pilled]

Still thinking about the shit storm that was my grandfather's funeral ❤️ This is a funny story to me NOW but at the time it was literally INSANE and stressful 😭 Miles lore has dropped

For starters, his funeral didn't happen for a few months because my grandma kept him as decoration for a WHILE until my aunts and dad convinced her to have a funeral. Like a day before his funeral service, my cousin wanted to do donuts in my grandfather's truck with his urn in the desert they live in so he put the urn in there but didn't secure it. The urn ended up cracking and my family had to vaccuum up most of my grandfather's ashes and buy a new urn for him. His ashes were also put in these really god awful necklaces that my grandma bought (they're gold with SO many jewels on them and in the shape of an angel). I turned one down because I didn't really want my grandfather's remains for personal reasons. At the actual service, my aunt made a powerpoint slide with different photos of my grandfather and my gradnfather with the family. There was a 50% opacity American flag in the background and My Heart Will Go On by Céline Dion was playing because it's my grandma's favourite song. My sister ended up laughing during the service because of how absolutely ridiculous it went. During the after party/part where you eat, my grandma ended up choking on the food and had to be saved. After that, we all went back to her house and I ended up hiding in her spare room and reading with my sister because the rest of our family was being too loud. During my grandfather's military funeral, he had shotguns go off for him but when we got to the actual gravesite in the veteran's cemetary, his grave was completely covered in dirt and laying in a construction site. Anyways that entire trip was fucking insane and my cousin ended up going to jail not shortly after because he stole semi-trucks and did donuts with them in the desert. Can you tell my dad's side of the family is white

[devotedlydelightfulcrusade]

Why weren't bikes a thing in spn universe? The show ran for 15 fucking years and no bikes?? No Cas riding an Indian Springfield with his trenchcoat in the air? Not even Charlie on a bike?

[seenthisepisode]

hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?

I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.

I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.

Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen: 1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15. 2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep) 3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.

also this thing happens around the same time: 1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies 2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want

They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.

What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.

Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.

August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.

August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.

I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.

August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).

September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.

Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.

Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".

Finale airs.

It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.

So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.

THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.

November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.

Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.

And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.

But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.

also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN

there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but

but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation

[h3xxthev3xx]

*angel with a shotgun plays intensely in the background* if anyone remembers that song from their nightcore days I'm sorry LMFAO

ANYWAYS here's more angel Crow cause I got very inspired by some photo refs by Adokastock on twitter!

[aayo-whatt]

✨~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~✨

PART THREE BABES

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Gabe: *slams books down in front of Michael* Gabe: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Michael: You could of said literally anything else. Gabe: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble. Michael: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

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Dean: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Dean: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Michael: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically. Adam: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes. Cas: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting. Adam: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Dean: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops! Cas: *loads shotgun* I got this. Dean: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Adam: I need a long word. Dean: T-rex but the long one.

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Adam: *running towards Michael with open arms* Michael: *moves out of the way* Adam: Hey, why'd you move?! Michael: I thought you were going to attack me. Adam: I was going to hug you! Michael: Why would you hug me? Adam: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Dean: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Michael: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Gabe: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Adam: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

i saw vessel and just copied & pasted-

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Gabe: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Sam: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Gabe: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Adam, on a walkie talkie: This is Adam, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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*In a group chat* Dean: A pegan just flew into my window. Sam: Pegan? Gabe: A what? Adam: Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. Michael: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Cas: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Michael: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Dean: I literally just made a typo-

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Gabe: *writing a letter* Gabe: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

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Dean: I need to dye my hair. Michael: ... Dean: Or get another tattoo. Michael: ... Dean: Or a new piercing. Michael: Why? Dean: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Dean: What did you order this morning? Adam: What do you mean? Dean: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Dean: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

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Gabe: Am I going to far? Michael: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

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Sam: You three, explain right now! Michael: It was Dean. Adam: It was Dean. Cas: It was Dean. Dean: Dean: …fuck.

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Adam: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Dean, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Gabe: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

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Adam: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Michael sitting next to him: 😐😑😐

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Adam: Why are you like this?? Dean: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Gabe: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you. Sam: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Gabe: Absolutely not.

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Adam: The floor is lava! Michael: *helps Dean onto the counter* Sam: *kicks Cas off the sofa* Gabe: *lays on the floor* Adam: ...Are you okay? Gabe: No.

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Adam: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

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Cas: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

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Adam: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Michael: I wrote you a poem. Adam, already crying:You did?

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Cas: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! Dean: Cas, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. Cas: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! Sam: ...It was a bug. Cas: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! Dean: ... Sam: ... Cas: Stop looking at me like that!

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Michael: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Cas: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Michael: They're not. Cas: Haha, very funny. Michael: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Cas: No... what happened? Michael: ...Why would you fall for this again-

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Sam: You need to be more careful! Gabe, who was dragged into Sam's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Dean: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Michael: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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PART 1 PART 2

[spicy-tomato]

hey hey hey what if like,,,,,,, you and sap are j chillin j smokin and fuckin, like, waking up still high with him? and like sleepy lazy high sex where you’re both just too out of it to do much other than “make out” (you’re both so far goddamn gone its basically just sharing breath from each others mouths) and grind up against each other. at some point he gets enough semblance of mind to shove your underwear down enough to get his hands on you and you both just cum so easy, him getting his all over you before the both of you just fall back asleep

hey sorry ive been gone a sec, i work and go to school full time so ive got a ton on my plate but ive got another work im like half finished with which should be coming out soon, like always thank you so much for your continuous love and support :))

After a long stream, sap needed something to help him calm down. He had read a few of the negative comments by accident and they stuck with him. Luckily when he walked back into his room from recording he found you sitting next to the window with it opened it half way and the led lights on a pale pink. You looked almost ethereal to him as you sat there, prepping another bowl and humming along to the soft music playing in the background.

“Hey doll,” he walks over and sits across from you, pulling you into his lap and kissing you. You hum and carefully set the bong down next to the two of you before moving your hands to his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I see you started without me?” he says as he pulls away. You nod and tuck your head into his shoulder. He runs his hands over your back before reaching to grab the bong and lighter, tilting his head and lighting it up before taking a hit and blowing it towards the window.

“Made that bowl for you love,” you mumble into his neck and he hums, taking another hit. He continues to smoke the bowl while you hum to the music and play with the hair on the back of his neck. He finishes the bowl and sets the bong down before pulling you closer into his chest. You pull your head back from his neck and lean up to kiss him softly before pulling away and turning to get the bong and the grinder, setting up another bowl.

“Shotgun it to me babe?” you hum and take a good sized hit before moving to press your lips softly against his before blowing the smoke into his mouth. He gladly accepts before pulling away and blowing it softly in your face, pulling a giggle from you.

“You just wanted me to kiss you, you big baby,” he laughs and tugs you back into another kiss. Minutes turn to hours as you both sit there just smoking and basking in the presence of the other. After a while he picks you up and carries you to the bed, pulling the blankets over you two and pulls you close to his chest as you both drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up groggy, grabbing your phone and looking at the time to realize you had only been asleep for 4 hours. You sigh and put your phone back on the bedside table before rolling back over to face sap. He yawns and looks down at you with a smile.

“Mmm still high,” he mumbles and you nod.

“Me too.” he chuckles softly, god his morning voice sounded like angels singing. He leans down and kisses you softly, pressing his thigh between your legs, causing you to sigh and grind down on it softly.

“Wanna make you feel good baby, please,” you whimper and nod, pulling him back into a kiss, both of you still to high to make it more than just sharing breath with soft kisses in between. He moves one hand to your thigh, guiding you against his thigh as you moved a hand between his legs, tugging at his shorts. He hums and moves his hand between your legs, pulling his thigh away and causing a whine to fall from your lips. He dips a hand under your underwear and slowly rubs over your folds softly causing you to moan softly. You move your hand down into his boxers and start to palm him as you kiss softly. What felt like hours later but was only a few minutes you both start to move your hands again, having gotten lost in the soft kisses and forgetting what you were doing. You giggle softly before starting to rub him slowly, spreading him precum down his cock to make it easier to move your hand. He lets out quiet moans as you do this, moving two fingers inside of you while using his thumb to rub your clit. You whine and grind into his hand, moving yours a little faster. The kisses have become just shared breath, focusing on making the other finish. It didnt take long for him to have you shaking from his movements.

“Sap...mm gonna cum,” you mumble and he nods, biting into your neck softly and sending you over the edge. You tighten around his fingers and moan, throwing your head back, your hand faltering with its movements for a second. He starts to fuck your hand shallowly before you start moving your hand again, causing him to finish all over your hand and himself before you pull your hand away.

“We need to clean up love,” he mumbles and you hum.

“We can do it later, still tired.” he nods and kisses your forehead before pulling you back into his chest, your hand now around his waist, still covered in his cum. A few minutes later youre both fast asleep. Dream knocks before carefully opening the door and seeing the two of you tangled in each other, fast asleep.

“Guess hes not gonna stream with me,” he mumbles before carefully shutting the door with a smile. “At least hes finally got someone he deserves.”