#dean ocean

[asoftepiloguemylove]

YOU CHANGED ME FOR THE BETTER // FAMILY IN THE LAST OF US

Joan Tierney The Elektra Complex // The Last of Us (2013) cr. Naughty Dog // Dean Lewis How Do I Say Goodbye // Sophocles Antigone // Lorde Ribs // unknown // The Last of Us (2023-), "Endure and Survive" dir. Jeremy Webb // Frank Ocean Wise Man // Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted // The Last of Us (2013) cr. Naughty Dog // Radical Face Always Gold // unknown // Jinhao Xie Stubborn Heart Beats (via @voicedwords) // The Last of Us (2023-), "Kin" dir. Jasmila Zbanic // Ann Brashares My Name Is Memory // The Mountain Goats Sax Rohmer #1 // The Last of Us Part II (2020) cr. Naughty Dog

[dogearedheart]

My mother and I becoming each other, her bruises and scars passed down, family heirlooms that will take me decades to stop wearing.

[to the daughter who secretly longs for her mother’s affection, lynne shayko || the raid, supernatural || who we are, supernatural || mother and daughter, hayan charara || all hell breaks loose, supernatural || in the beginning, supernatural || excerpts from days where my whole world is my bed, coffin heart? bury me, fatima aamer bilal || sacred heart, giovanni gasparro || our lady of tears, luciacv || twenty, silas denver melvin || pilot, supernatural || how to wear your mothers lipstick, warsan shire || sharp objects, gillian flynn || the last day of pompeii, karl brjullov || immaculate heart of mary || from “poplar street,” published in poetry, chen chen || no rest for the wicked, supernatural || unkown || something wicked, supernatural || the dark side of the moon, supernatural || on earth we are briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong || from i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time, fatima aamer bilal || painted tongue, tyler byas]

[anundyingfidelity]

fanfiction is not enough, i need him to come to my place and fuck me

[dreamypqulson]

— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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[emo-protagonist]

tag watches supernatural update: ok so there’s been a lot of times where dean has been coming close to death or whatever, and every time it is some horrific shit, like getting killed by hellhounds and getting sent to hell, being locked at the bottom of the ocean in a coffin for eternity, being put far far away from any sentient life so he can’t hurt anyone for eternity, getting hunted down by god him fucking self, etc.

the main thing i’m pissed about in the ending of supernatural is this mf didn’t go out in some cool way like all the other times he almost died he died to a fucking nail sticking out the wall. like he could’ve gone out in all these metal as hell ways and you chose that?? your telling me dean could’ve made some huge sacrifice by having himself stuck at the bottom of the ocean for eternity and you chose the rusty nail over that?

like is that not super fucking cool? dean imprisoning an archangel in his mind then making a metal coffin using instructions death herself gave him to trap himself and said archangel in the coffin, then having the coffin dropped at the deepest part of the ocean to stay for literally eternity to stop the archangel from destroying every universe. it literally sounds like something out of greek mythology or smth, AND YOU CHOSE THE RUSTY NAIL OVER IT??? FUCK WHOEVER WROTE THIS SHIT IT IS ON SIGHT IF I EVER CATCH YOU

[ijustdontlikepeople]

🕸️ grief 🕸️

‘Growing Around Grief,’ Lois Tonkin | ‘Time is a Mother,’ Ocean Voung | How Do I Say Goodbye, Dean Lewis | Where Things Come Back, John Corey Whaley | Wandavision, ‘Previously On’ dir. Matt Shakman | Gena/Finn, Kat Helegson and Hannah Moskowitz | tumblr, @fairycosmos | twitter, @/ sugamoozi | Andrew Garfield on the Late Show with Stephen Colbert | Hanif Abdurraqib at Smith College | pinterest, @/r6nj | twitter, @/bemyweedbae |

[beatsheetromanroy]

What Is and What Should Never Be // Late Seasons

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

no one should EVER let me consume another piece of media where a male character looks like them

you know what i mean.

the gender envy i get is frankly unhealthy.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

I’m thinking someone needs to write a really stupid heist au with Cas and Gabriel who are somehow these big time criminals who only work with their family, but then Anna decides to get out, Lucifer gets arrested and then Michael and Raphael decide they are too old for this shit and retire.

This leaves Cas and Gabriel in search of at least one last score and Cas is like, well I might know a guy and up rocks their new getaway driver, Dean Winchester and his brother Sam who is new to the game but definitely got the brains to pull off whatever extravagant mark Gabriel has come up with.

[dogearedheart]

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

[poem by veniennes || pilot, supernatural || unkown || in my time of dying, supernatural || obit, victoria chang || ivan the terrible and his son ivan on friday, november 16, 1581, nikolai semjonowitsch schustow || saturn devouring his son, peter paul rubens || on the head of a pin, supernatural || saint anthony's church, eduardo corral || all hell breaks loose, supernatural || erou, maya phillips || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || saturn devouring his son, francisco de goya || the sacrifice of isaac, jacob jordaens || delano johnson || brothers, gang of youths || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || someday I'll love, ocean vuogn]

[vermilllionsands]

Dean Ellis

[anundyingfidelity]

my "i have two holes for a reason" definition

[dreamypqulson]

HOLY SHIT ???

[meatmandean]

For people who weren't watching s14 live, the episode the "I lose you too" line was from, 14x12, was actually described by the writers and Misha as a "turning point" for Dean and Cas months before it aired.

[baja-blastoise]

Ween releasing a “new” song was not on my 2024 bingo list dude, but I’m NOT complaining

[musicandecstacy]

tiny digital camera (the date is messed up these are from today)