#at least for a while

[castiels-undercoat]

It will forever be funny to me that in season 13 when Cas comes back from the dead Dean goes from lashing out at everyone while hes in full downward spiral mode to suddenly being in the best mood possible, giggling and kicking his feet over cowboys and hes just like "what im not allowed to be happy or something? 🙄" like bro...🫵🤨 you're fucking gay

[classjezter]

https://www.tumblr.com/classjezter/781295565144276992/hello-i-came-across-you-today-on-my-for-you-page?source=share

I can't stop thinking about situation, where Optimus returns to his normal age and memory, but half of the Decepticons just cant fight him because they still see him as a little sparkling and simply can't force themselves to actually hurt him

I mean, could you bring yourself to hurt the same person you cared for and grew to love?

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Trap Life. PVP is disabled. Time to get creative.

Wake up babe, new longest life series just dropped

[tommylovingho]

i will continue to watch the show, but i'm gonna sit there like this the entire time

[degradingnostalgia]

i was going to make a post talking shit (again) about the council for sending anakin to protect jabba's son, the member of the clan that literally enslaved he and his mother, and the emotional distress and manipulation that knew they were imparting upon his HOWEVER do you know what? this actually just reinforces how exceptional anakin is and how much idiocy and indifference anakin was dealing with while still coming out on top.

[omittedharpy]

I feel like it’s not a coincidence that the vast majority of examples of the Doctor settling down and staying still for a while occur after DotD. Trenzalore, Darillium with River, guarding the vault, fourteen’s retirement, fifteen’s year in the hotel - the only one I can think of that was before is eleven staying with the ponds in power of three. Which leads me to believe that not having the destruction of Gallifrey on their conscience enables them to be a bit more willing to stop running

[wildflowerteas]

hi guys tried to get over it but some personal shit happened and i literally cannot touch my bsd content without being reminded of it so fic might take a while to update even now that schools over im sorry

[pentacentric]

Sam Week - Day 3: Evil/Impurity/Childhood

"Dean?"

"...yeah?"

"Do you think...do y'think people can be bad? Like, truly bad?" Dean feels Sam's chin dig into his chest as he swallows. "I mean...can people be evil? Real, actual evil? Like monsters are?"

...

In which Dean does his best, he really does, but he misses the point entirely. But Sam knows it's not Dean's fault.

...

Dean twitches his way out of sleep, not sure yet what woke him.

Maybe it's that it's fucking hot in here.

Bobby's spare room only has a sputtering, clanking, tiny AC unit. The windows are too narrow for anything that puts out air that's actually cool, let alone cold. Half the time they don't bother with it; the weak, warm draft not being worth the noise.

Dean twists over, punches his pillow, tries to get comfortable in the sweaty sheets. Sighs. He almost wishes it was January, he'd be freezing his ass off, but at least he could pile on extra blankets.

He's trying to force himself back to sleep when he hears it. The noise that probably woke him up in the first place.

A thready whimper, coming from the bed next to his.

He quiets his breathing, listens. Unlike Dean’s bad dreams, which really only happen around Certain Events, Sam's nightmares come and go over time, with no pattern Dean's ever been able to figure out. Can never tell how bad they'll be, either. Sometimes they stay like this, not kicking over into anything serious: just some whines, a few mumbled pleas. And then Sam'll settle back down into sleep, Dean following him shortly after.

He hopes this will be one of those nights.

But his luck is out to lunch, and the noises from Sam's bed multiply, the whines and whimpers getting louder, more frequent, joined by choked-off cries and slurred nos and stops and pleases. He can see Sam's skinny frame twisting under the sheets.

Dean, sighs, gets up. Sits on the edge of Sam's bed, leans over, starts talking to him, low and soothing.

"Sam, hey, Sammy. It's ok. Wake up, Sammy...you're alright, you're good. I'm here, Sam. Shhhhh...time to wake up, ok?"

He doesn't touch him yet, knows better than that. Sometimes it'll set him off, start him flailing and kicking out against whatever's tormenting him in his dreams. And Sam may be small, but he's ferocious when he's scared, even when he's asleep. And his knuckles and elbows are sharp and bony. It only took one black eye before Dean learned to start with the talking before he tries to shake Sam out of it.

Tonight, of course, talking isn't working. After Sam finally lets out a shout that's loud enough for Bobby to hear down the hall, Dean takes action. Grabs Sam's wrists, both at the same time, presses him down to the mattress as he shakes him gently.

"Sam, Sammy, it's me, it's Dean. Wake up, Sam!"

He hates doing this. Knows it's terrifying for Sam to wake up from his nightmares restrained like this, held down. But sometimes it's the only thing that works. And leaving him lost in his head with whatever horror has its grip on him seems far crueler.

With a sharp cry, Sam bucks under him and his eyes snap open wide in the moonlight.

"You're alright, it's ok. I'm here, Sam, you're safe." He croons nonsense while Sam's gasps start to slow down, while his shaking fades to trembling.

"...Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me, Sammy. We're at Bobby's, remember?"

"...yeah..." Sam chokes out, and he sounds so sad and lost and small that Dean feels something awful hook into his heart and tear.

He lets go of Sam's arms, pulls the sheets off him, slides down so he's laying next to Sam. Sam immediately turns over and wraps his arms around Dean, burying his face in Dean's chest. Dean pulls him close, runs his fingers through Sam's hair.

Lets him cry it out, silently.

When Dean's t-shirt has stopped getting any wetter, he asks, quietly, "What was it this time?"

He feels Sam shake his head.

"I dunno. Don't remember."

Dean knows it's not true, but he also knows that's all he's gonna get.

"Ok, well, it's over now, right?"

Sam nods.

"You gonna be able to get back to sleep?"

This gets him a shrug.

"Maybe...will you stay? Sleep here?"

"Yeah, sure." He was going to, anyways.

Sam's breathing evens out, though Dean can tell he's not asleep yet. Just quiet, thoughtful. That almost worries Dean more than the nightmares. Introspective Sam at 2 AM can be...a lot. He's given Dean a few nightmares of his own after some of their talks.

"Dean?"

Dean suppresses a sigh.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think...do y'think people can be bad? Like, truly bad?" Dean feels Sam's chin dig into his chest as he swallows. "I mean...can people be evil? Real, actual evil? Like monsters are?"

Oof. Yeah, it's gonna be one of those nights.

"Yeah, Sammy. I'm pretty sure they can."

"Yeah...yeah, I think so, too..."

There's a moment of quiet. Dean keeps stroking Sam's soft hair absently.

"How can you tell? If someone's...evil. Really evil, not just an asshole. Not just crazy."

"I dunno, I mean, you can't always tell, I don't think. Some bad people seem all normal and nice. Are good at pretendin'. But I guess eventually it comes out, though, like in what they do or what they say. Or both." Dean shrugs. "Bad people do bad things."

"But what if...someone's just...fundamentally bad...like, inside, they're all rotten. Put together all wrong and dark and twisted. Are they still evil if they only act good, only say good things? If it doesn't come out?"

"...I dunno, Sammy."

"And...like, what if someone's not really an evil person, they're actually good, but they do bad things? Does that make them evil?" His fingers twist in Dean's shirt. "Even if they have like, no choice? If someone's making them? Or, like, if not doing them would be even worse..."

"I..I think you always have a choice, Sammy. There's good choices and there's bad choices, and, like, 's not hard to know which is which."

"I dunno. I think...some stuff is really complicated, you know? Good and bad at the same time, or, like, depends on what other stuff is goin' on around it." He lets out a long, shaky breath. "But, yeah...I guess some choices, they make sense no matter what. Like killing someone. I mean, killing's bad, right?"

"Yeah, 'course it's bad."

"...Dad kills. He kills a lot."

"That's different. Those aren't people."

"How's it diff'rent? They're not animals. Not all of them, anyways. It's still killing."

"Yeah, but monsters are evil."

"So, it's ok to kill evil people, too, then?"

"...I, just...no, Sam. We don't kill people."

"Witches are people."

"Sam...look, you've just gotta trust me on this. Ok? Killing monsters—it doesn't make Dad evil. It saves people. It makes him a hero. Ok?"

Silence. Dean knows he's not likely to get Sam to ever agree to say their dad's a hero. Too stubborn, too resentful.

Sam shifts in Dean's arms, shuffles closer, sticks his cold little feet between Dean's shins.

"Yeah, I guess." And then a voice so small Dean almost doesn't hear it. "...he wants us to kill, too."

Dean swallows. What does he even say to that? Even though he's got no doubts that there's nothing evil about hunting—knows that it's good, it's right—still...that's a lot for a kid Sam's age to deal with. Dean still struggles with the idea, himself, sometimes. When the monsters look like people, especially.

"Look, Sam...you don't have to worry about that right now, ok? Y'got a few years before you'll start huntin' for real. It'll be clear when you're actually doin' it what's right and what's wrong. You're just...you're too young to really understand it right now. Ok?"

He feels Sam stiffen in his arms, knows he fucked up. Dad pulls that shit with Sam all the time. Won't tell him things, won't explain why they're doing things, says he's too young to understand.

But Dean knows, and thinks their father does, too, that Sam understands some things far better than people give him credit for, far better than he should. Sometimes he already knows why their dad does stuff, just wants him to admit it to them, be honest.

Being told he can't understand something, that he doesn't deserve to know...that's probably worse than being yelled at, or even hit, for Sam. He definitely reacts differently to other punishments than he does being shut down, that's for sure.

"Look, Sam, I don't mean it like that, ok? Just, this stuff—I don't got it figured out. I don't even think most adults have it figured out. People've been arguin' about this shit for thousands of years. It's like...philosophy and shit. You and I aren't gonna be able to figure out, like, good and evil at two in the morning in a shitty little bed in Bobby's spare room, ok?"

Sam relaxes a little, but is still quiet.

"I didn't mean you couldn't understand it. Hell, you c'n probably understand it better than I can. I didn't start thinkin' about shit like this till, well...I barely think about shit like this even now. I'm too stupid to ever hope to figure it out. I just gotta go with what I know is right, y'know?"

"Shut up. You are not stupid, Dean." Angry, defiant, certain. It makes something warm swell in Dean's chest.

"Yeah, ok, Sammy. But this here, this ain't the kind of thing I'm really good at, y'know? I don't sit in the car thinkin' about deep shit. I think about what I'm gonna get when we stop to eat, or if there's gonna be any cute chicks in my class at our next school, or if Indiana Jones could beat Han Solo in a fight."

He hears Sam huff.

"But, Sam...there's one thing I know, ok? Dad...he's not evil. You were right, you know? Some choices, some of them ain't always so easy. I think a lot of 'em are pretty hard, probably. But Dad, he makes the best ones he can. He's good, ok? I know you get mad at him sometimes, but he's not a bad person."

"I know Dad's not evil, Dean. That's not what I was talking about. Not what I was sayin', not at all...."

Now he sounds frustrated, annoyed, and Dean feels a flare of irritation. How's he supposed to know what the hell Sam's talking about, when it seems like Sam's talking about like six things at once and Dean's barely talking about one?

"It wasn't even about him, I just...I just don't know if I..."

Sam sighs, and now he sounds so, so sad. Uncertain and kind of defeated.

"I just don't know, I guess. I start thinkin' and my head just goes round and round and there's just more and more to think about and it gets more and more confusing and I feel smaller and smaller and then I feel like I'm fallin' sometimes, an' the dark's all around me and it's huge, it's everything, and it never ends..." he trails off, swallows. "...or somethin'."

Yeah, or somethin', all right. Dean shakes his head, runs his hand up and down Sam's arm soothingly.

"And that's why you just shouldn't start. Thinkin', that is. That's my philosophy, anyways. Deanology. Or, no...Deanism, yeah, that's it." He taps Sam's forehead twice with his finger. "Can't get confused by all those thoughts if you don't have any."

"...Dean. Y'r such an idiot." He laughs, a little thickly, into Dean's chest.

"Exactly my point." He yawns deeply, pulls Sam a little closer, closes his eyes as Sam curls up against him. "It's the only way to live."

[adimouze]

suppose i believe the lie that daniel knew. of course daniel knew. daniel knew on sunday and i think he got an idea of it on saturday. that doesn't mean he KNEW before singapore. but then why did lawson know in baku. why was daniel doing the las vegas promo shoots if he knew. why weren't sponsors told? why was the cash app guy crying on main? austin gp didn't even have time to take down daniel's banners. also most importantly.

singapore was two months ago almost. why are we still talking about daniel, red bull? what the fuck? this obsession with dragging his name up everytime there's a GP on the way. why is no one asking them why we're still talking about this? i thought the story was over??? everyday they go on air being like daniel knew this isnt the court of law no one is forcing them to answer these questions.

[frodo-a-gogo]

I’m sorry!! I need to know… will you continue your relapse comic???

Yes 100 percent yes. If u have only seen it on tumblr check out my twitter (@emilyriordan5) where ive been updating more pages past what ive posted here. I had been doing a page a week or a page every 2 or 3 days depending on how impatient i got lol, but in the past few weeks i took a break from updating cus 1. Im visiting a friend in another country r now 2. My part time job upped my hours and i wanna prioritize that cus i need the scratch 3. The next few months im gonna be working very hard on some animation production projects to fix my portfolio up to apply for a fellowship (ill be posting the work i do on that btw) 4. The next few months I'll also probs be very preoccupied with figuring out some stuff for a medical thing. 5. Family stüff

Ill be posting more pages soon tho, i have some partially finished ones i intend to polish as im traveling back home. The comic itself is gonna be 60 pages or so (it may balloon out to like 70, i keep on finding stuff to add lol) script is complete, thumbnail are partially complete etc.

There's no way in hell im not finishing this, i love the script too much and i wanna share it in the optimal way as a lot of it is contingent on visual communication. If i ever do give up the ghost on this project id probably at least post the script so ppl would know where i was going with the comic, but my intention as of right now is to complete it at my own pace. I thank you for your patience and interest!

[pinkflu]

Toji's turn to put Megumi to bed...

[driftingballoons]

Day 6: Farewell

Imagining it takes Partner a while to feel comfortable letting Hero out of their sight

@heropartnerweek

[complementaryhalves]

@wisteriagoesvroom on further investigation, the situation is a lot less tragic than it could be

[nemfrog]

Ursa Major, the Great Bear. Things worth doing and how to do them. 1906.

Internet Archive

[cheezyhamster]

Friends Forever!

[spotsandsocks]

I know ao3 has been acting up but 403 hits is really not great is it

It can make a gal feel blue