#meant to be mini series

[apocalypseornaw]

Meant to Be (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

As luck would have it you no longer have the luxury of burying your feelings, however Dean is about as observant as a fish

@lacilou s idea I ran with

Bobby is also alive in this cause I said so

Why had you been such an idiot to not know your own heart? Maybe your aunt had been right all those times she'd teased you that your emotional status was closer to that of most men than most women.

You sat next to Sam in some backroad bar watching as Dean talked up the woman working the bar. She was gorgeous of course, leggy and blonde. Exactly Dean's type. You were beginning to think maybe you should find a new arrangement as far as hunting partners went. You'd been hanging tight with the boys for nearly a year and somewhere along those lines the feelings you'd once had for Dean had come crashing back and they were so much worse than a childhood crush.

You could pinpoint when it was. That damn banquet you'd been forced to sneak in to retrieve a dagger that would kill a Phoenix. The only thing in existence next to a bullet from the colt capable of doing so.

You fumbled with the zipper of the dress, trying to finish getting ready without enlisting either Sam or Dean for help. After twenty minutes of no luck you gave up and knocked on the adjoining door "Can one of you help me with this damn zipper?"

Your makeup was done, along with a decent looking updo. Times like this you almost wished there was another woman in the mix because Sam would be working to guide you and Dean past surveillance cameras and the invite that Bobby had somehow secured through one of his contacts had the name of Desmond Karaves with his wife Danika as his plus one.

You turned back to the mirror, trying again to get the zipper when the door between your room and theirs opened and Dean walked in. He was dressed in a dark blue three piece suit. You couldn't try to hide the fact that you were checking him out. He looked like he'd walked right off the cover of a magazine. No, he looked like a walking wet dream. "Damn Winchester. You clean up nice"

He'd smiled at your words "I can say the same for you Y/N. You look beautiful, I especially like the fact that your dress is one slip away" you felt your cheeks warm when you remembered your current predicament and why you'd called him into the room. "Oh shit. Yeah, will you zip me?" You turned with your back to him and heard him mutter under his breath "Most of the time I'm helping to take dresses off"

You felt a small flicker of jealousy, thinking of all the women he'd indeed helped out of their dresses over the years. Your mind wondered, feeling his fingertips brush your bare back lightly as he mindfully zipped the dress. The thought of those fingers trailing across your bare skin, his lips on yours....

You were brought out of your day dream by him tapping your shoulder "Well let me see now that you're all zipped considering you're my wife for the night" you plastered a smile onto your face and turned. He nodded approvingly then hollered through the door that was barely cracked open "Sammy!"

Sam popped his head into the room and his eyes widened "Damn Y/N! You look amazing" you smiled broadly at your friend "Thanks Sam" Dean tsked at that "Now dear I am your husband and didn't get that warm of a thank you" you shook your head with a laugh "Easy there Desmond"

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You'd ignored how it made you feel walking into the banquet with Dean's arm around your waist or how it felt when he'd pulled you onto the dancefloor, ignoring three other women that had been eyeing him. You told yourself it didn't mean anything, you were both playing a part.

After about an hour Sam had cleared the way with the cameras for the two of you to grab the dagger. It all had looked like clear sailing until you were almost out and a security guard had come walking up the long hallway. You'd panicked thinking you'd end up having to fight your way out or worse Dean get arrested again but he had another idea.

He'd whispered "Trust me" and before you could question it he had you pinned against the wall, one of your legs hooked up over his and his face buried in the crook of your neck where to anyone it would look like the two of you were rounding second base instead of stealing anything. You'd closed your eyes in an attempt to slow your heart rate but that must have sold it more because the security guard had just laughed "Um you two have to take that somewhere else"

Dean pulled back from you not before leaving a feather light kiss over your pulse point "I am so sorry sir but I mean look at her, could you blame me for not wanting to wait?"

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The whole way back to the motel your neck felt like it was on fire where Dean's lips had touched. Your brain knew it didn't mean anything, it sold the story. Your heart however as traitorous as it would refused logic.

You pushed it aside to get your head into the game but then you'd all taken a few blows during the hunt and Dean had gotten to your side before he even went to Sam's.

He had not only bandaged your wounds but he'd sat up most of the night to ensure you didn't have a concussion. You'd woke up to him laying next to you in the bed, his arm thrown over his face and he was half asleep.

Your heart was screaming but your mind knew it was just a matter of time until the pain rolled in and that pain came a few days later when Dean sent Sam to bunk with you for the night so he could have alone time with a waitress. The absolute worse thing was hearing her moan his name. That had hurt worse than any hit you'd ever taken on a hunt.

You were shaken free of your thoughts when Sam bumped your arm "Y/N! Are you listening to me?" You blinked a few times before shaking your head "No. Sorry" he gave you a small smile before following your line of sight "I said that theater we passed on the way into town has a late showing of that movie you wanted to see. Let's go"

You opened your mouth to argue but he was already off his stool and pulling yours back from the table "No arguing. I'm not letting you go back to the motel. I don't want to hear anything either" you glanced towards Dean once more to see the bartender smiling about something he was whispering in her ear "Double feature?" You asked quietly and Sam nodded "Double feature"

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Sam knew you probably better than you knew yourself. The banquet had shoved it down your throat that you still had feelings for Dean but he'd known before that. He'd always had some idea but when you'd ended up getting slashed by the hellhounds when they came after Dean it had concreted your feelings for him.

Then when Dean had stayed with Lisa that year, even when Sam didn't have a soul he could see how it hurt you. When purgatory came into play you never stopped looking for Dean, refusing to give up. You'd always been at their side. When him and Dean had falling outs you fixed them.

He couldn't imagine his life without you in it. You were his best friend and he hated seeing how much pain Dean put you in from being so damn unaware of the fact that the perfect match for him was staring him in the face.

He tucked one arm around your shoulder as you walked out the bar, hoping that way you wouldn't turn around to see Dean and the bartender kissing. He didn't know how much longer he could stay quiet, he refused to lose you or see you live in pain for much longer.

@lacilou

@deans-spinster-witch

@suckitands33

[alienssstufff]

Can I have some impdubs in this trying time?

using this as excuse to talk abt my au again >w<

the fellas during the childhood years of the Last Life Apocalypse au ie the 3rd Life arc of the timeline. 3L in this au takes place round primary school and that season is instead one giant game of pretend (after 3-pretend-lives are gone you CANNOT play the game anymore). this the part where Impulse gives Bdubs a watch and asks to be his pretend-secret-girlfriend... -w- and ever since then Impulse kept this crush all the way through to current day in the Last Life Apocalypse

[raayllum]

also cause I'm not there yet in my 5x08 liveblog but because even just a whiff of "Callum gave Finnegrin the spell" made the fandom troll come running into my inbox to say otherwise, just wanna clear up a few things for peace of mind before we get there

The first is that I know it was the fandom troll because of the timing & presentation, not necessarily because the now deleted/blocked ask had the "Callum purposefully gave Finnegrin the wrong spell" take. While that was an indication to me that this was probably the fandom troll since they seem to take issue with my characterization of Callum in particular, perfectly smart reasonable people have also proposed that possibility of the spell ingredients being not entirely accurate as purposeful; it's not exclusive to crappy people by any measure.

With all that in mind, I want to discuss how I view the scene (and indeed how I think it's meant to be interpreted per a casual viewer reading) as well as why I think Callum giving Finnegrin a not word-for-word accurate actually kind of makes his choice more morally questionable, not less

So let's begin

1) I don't think the scene's intended takeaway is that Callum gave Finnegrin the wrong spell

I think Callum panicked, and he folded, and he would've told Finnegrin anything the pirate had asked for in that moment to try and spare Rayla's life. While TDP is an immensely detailed show in many ways (hell I have a tag dedicated to just those details), every scene still has to ultimately work for a casual viewer. I don't think this scene is any exception. One of the first things in the series that we learn is that humans took down the King of the Dragons with dark magic and it's a repeated fact throughout most of the first season, and into the third when we see the events that transpired exactly.

So when Finnegrin mentions it, we're probably going to remember that was a thing that happened and it involved Harrow and Viren, but we're probably not going to remember the specific ingredients. Therefore, like Finnegrin, most audience members are going to take Callum at his word, especially since throughout most of his conversation with Finnegrin, Callum is arguably far more honest than he needs to be (fessing up that he did dark magic at all, mentioning that he studies all the primals, that he did the spell to save a friend at all - which is exactly why Finnegrin sets him the hand cutting test to try and break him, etc). The scene - again, for the audience's benefit - even as Callum clarify for those that wouldn't remember why he was spouting things about dying breaths and unicorn horns, because again, I do think this is the Intended Takeaway:

Part of the reason I think Callum panicked (other than Jack de Sena's wonderful voice acting and uneven breaths) is because, if Callum was thinking clearly enough to withhold information purposefully, he could've considered 1) that Finnegrin is bluffing about threatening Rayla (Callum cannot see her or any of the others, so that could be the case) and 2) Finnegrin would have limited means to know that Callum was lying if Callum said exclusively the wrong ingredients and sent him on a wild goose chase. To give as much as he did accurately was dangerous (but we'll talk more about that in a second).

We also know from instances in the previous seasons and just the prior episode that Callum doesn't have all sky spells (ones that he can do whenever he wants basically) memorized either, and that it's not out of the realm of possibility that Viren would've fudged a little to Harrow about some components of the spell (such as emphasizing love and hatred) because he was actively trying to convince - somewhat guilt-trip and manipulate - Harrow into doing something didn't really want to do, but ultimately couldn't say no to.

However, one of the things that's the most fun meta is reading into things deeply, looking at various character interpretations, and seeing what we can find below the surface level / casual viewership read. Just because something may not be the 'intended takeaway' (which can already be hard to define) doesn't mean it's not a real possibility, especially if enough dots connect, and doesn't mean it's not worthwhile and or without merit.

So let's look at the scene from the assumption that Callum is giving Finnegrin a not totally accurate spell On Purpose - what does he omit, what does that tell us, and where does that leave us from a character standpoint?

2) Haha, jk, unless...?

First things first, let's look at what Callum says vs what Viren says

No, no, wait! A dying breath. Blood filled with hatred. And a unicorn horn. That's the dark magic you want.

In her final moments, I captured something that I hoped we could use later. It contains her dying breath. [...] Claudia captured a unicorn and brought me its horn. The dying breath. The unicorn's pure horn. There's one last component I need. The undying hatred of one who loved the victim. Your blood.

Now, even Viren's stance and the circumstances of the spell isn't entirely clear. We don't know if any dying breath would do, or if it had to be Sarai's (and had to go her killer, as opposed to someone else). We don't know if the spell requires the unicorn's horn to be 'pure' (I'm assuming not already corrupted somehow with dark magic) or if it would work regardless. And we don't know whether the hatred or love is more important, or just one, or if they're equally important. It's quite a list, after all.

Which is why I think in some ways Callum's lack of specificity actually makes what Callum told Finnegrin more dangerous, whether you read the minor omissions as intentional or not.

Cause think of it this way, you're a pirate lord and you want to kill your enemy. You heard from this mage kid that any dying breath would do. What's your next move going to be? You're probably going to murder a random member of your crew and collect the breath because you were never told it had to be your loved one's final breath (which would make the spell impossible).

So that's one murder down, bare minimum. Then you're going to either send people out or word that you're looking for a unicorn horn at a port where people already canonically smuggle dark magic supplies (Chasing Shadows, TDP reflection). This will either lead to you hiring people to eliminate one of the - it appears to be - few remaining unicorns that still exist to bring you the horn, or if you've put out a reward, multiple dark mages / mercenaries may try their hand at killing one and bringing the horn to you. That's probably 1-5 unicorn murders as a result, if the mages are working not in communication with each other and all vying for the reward. This is also assuming that none of the mercenaries or mages come back empty handed and get harmed or killed because of Finnegrin's anger at their failures.

You also might torment and torture someone else to get them to hate you before you drain them of blood / take their blood for the spell, again not realizing that 'love' has to be a facet of it. At best, that would maybe be what you do to the crew member before you kill them for their final breath.

Then, once he has all the ingredients (and he'd need some sort of incantation, because dark magic is a lot of steps and processes) there's two main avenues.

Either these all work and he successfully has his weapon of vengeance needed to kill Domina Profundis, because what was given was enough. This would mean Callum's actions led to about 2-3 successful murders of mostly innocent people and possibly more political upheaval at the death of another archdragon (the ocean would certainly be out of whack, but it's not clear how much, if any, political power Domina still holds).

It doesn't work and Finnegrin, stubborn as he is about control and loathe to admit he can't commandeer something (magic and wills included), figures that something went wrong and tries again, having to collect the ingredients all over again. Depending on how many times he'd try (I feel like maybe 2-3 max), this could put those murders up to maybe nine innocent individuals, assuming Finnegrin's worsening temper over his failures doesn't increase the tally.

Rattling off the accurate spell ingredients could've actually minimized the damage, because any of the specifics might've stopped Finnegrin in his tracks. If Finnegrin just needed hatred of one who loved the victim, he could've fulfilled that on his own with some of his own blood ("I loved that crab" and her definitely hates Domina Profundis). The one that could've entirely halted his plan is if the dying breath had to come from the victim, in which case the chance to avenge his beloved crab is long gone. Finnegrin could've heard the list of very specific ingredients, deduced that he would not be capable of carrying out the spell, and been on his merry way to use Rayla as revenge fish bait.

But by giving Finnegrin an 'imperfect' list, Callum made the pirate captain more likely to engage in the violence required to get there, without an actual textual guarantee to the audience that what was given wouldn't have worked, either (aka we have two ingredients list and without a third to tip the scales, it'll always be a technical 50-50, maybe 60-40 read in favour of Viren).

So where does that leave us?

With these two readings in mind, you have two options:

Callum is willing to sacrifice Domina Profundis', and a few unnamed innocent lives/creatures, to save Rayla and thereby gave Finnegrin a dangerous in its own way, if not more dangerous because of potential increased collateral damage, list of spell ingredients, because he acted entirely out of emotionally fuelled panic where he wasn't totally thinking clearly

OR

Callum is willing to sacrifice unnamed innocent lives and creatures, but not Domina Profundis', in order save Rayla, because he decided on purpose to give Finnegrin a more achievable sounding list of ingredients that would increase collateral damage, but not let him kill the dragon, because he made a calculated decision on purpose that those lives were worth less than Rayla's and Domina's to him (for some reason, as she's a stranger to him)

To be clear, I would love the second option as an interpretation because I do think Callum can be calculating and I do think that's the far more Viren-like option - choosing what to sacrifice for other people in the mindset of harm mitigation ("A thousand men and women are prepared to fall protecting you tonight, but you won't let one sacrifice their lives for you?" / "If you must choose, choose the egg").

But again, given the framing of the scene I think the first reading is 1) more sympathetic and speaks to Callum's more compassionate emotional nature and 2) is the intended takeaway, but if people want to read it as Callum strategically deciding that certain lives - other than Rayla's - were worth sacrificing that so she and Domina Profundis wouldn't be killed, that is absolutely a valid prerogative.

It's just not mine

[cipherinator]

the "we are guys, we don't talk about our feelings." line in act your age could have been a GENUINELY INTERESTING PLOT POINT ON THE EFFECTS OF TOXIC MASCULINITY OF THE MALE YOUTH but NoOoOoo THROW-AWAY JOKE that was COMPLETELY out of character.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Four weeks of fun!

Ransom and Beautiful spend four weeks together. Completely alone. No Harlan. No Linda. No Walt. No cares, no worries and preferably no clothes. Let's follow them on a mini adventure and see where things go. What plans has Ransom got up his sleeves?

This is going to be a mini series as part of Always Meant To Be... I'm taking Ransom Drysdale x reader requests based on the two going on vacation to Italy and Vegas. If you have any ideas, please feel free to ask!!

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[basslinegrave]

thinking about the sonic 2 premiere i went to alone, at like 3pm (it was def early afternoon but not sure when) with just like 5 other people in the room (moms with kids) and how everyone left before the credits ended and i was sitting there Gripping the fuck out of the seat in front of me after the whole movie and then seeing post creds shadow i yelled (quietly) (sorry to the staff guy coming in to clean) it was the best movie experience ive ever had cant believe its been almost 2 years now

also the very next day i went to see it again with a friend to show him what the fuck i just saw and also make sure what i saw was actually real and not a daydream

[wheelercore]

Anyways the shining referenced with the wheelers get me sooo bad because this is what the Torrances look like when Stephen King got to have more of a say in the mini series

[oifaaa]

you're right about it being weird and pointless that Jason went after Tim. in Lost Days and utrh Jason's anger and desperation was always directed at Bruce. attacking the Robins in Gotham to make a point to Bruce is one thing (a very thin one but still) but him going out of his way to go to Titans tower to specifically try and murder Tim makes no sense to his established character at the time

It really was all about making Jason out to be a bigger more evil villain then he actually was like a lot of people have pointed out utrh turned out to be a way more popular story then dc expected and once they realised this they tried to capitalise on it by bringing Jason back as a more permanent villain to all of the bat's and that's how we got Jason's real villain phase where he beats up Robins for no reason

[un-pearable]

my sincerest condolences. godspeed soldier

THANK YOU THEYRE DEARLY APPRECIATED

[apocalypseornaw]

Meant to Be (Pt 5/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

With Sam's help Dean tracks you down.

@lacilou idea I ran with

Warnings: NSFW happenings

When you left the cabin it had been a split decision kind of thing. A part of you was surprised you'd been able to get out past Sam without waking him up. You'd quickly grabbed your bag of clothes, your gun and knives that weren't in your car along with the green quilt you'd claimed and slid out of the bedroom. Dean was asleep on the couch and you knew you had to be silent to get past him.

The door thankfully didn't creak any when you opened it and stepped out. You pulled it shut behind you then ran for the barn where your car was parked alongside baby.

You just needed some space. You'd decide where you were going once you hit the road and you'd call Bobby to let him know you were ok.

You could hear a knocking at your door as soon as you got out the shower. Who the hell was that? Tavi had hit the road as soon as the bones had gotten salted and burnt, maybe she'd forgotten something in your car?

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" You hollered, throwing a sports bra then t-shirt on over the shorts you normally slept in. You almost headed right for the door but thought better of that in case it wasn't Tavi. You grabbed your gun from your duffle before moving to the door, gripping it in your hand as you turned the knob.

You would've been better prepared for damn near anything other than Dean standing on the other side of the door. "How the hell did you find me?" You asked, knowing if you tried to shut the door he had you on strength and thanks to purgatory on speed as well.

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A smirk slipped onto his face "Cmon now Y/N. Think about who your best friend is" you groaned "I'm gonna kill him" "He was worried about you sweetheart, so was I" you closed your eyes at the nickname that had never bothered you before now "I would've answered the phone for him if I would've known you weren't nearby. Look Dean, what happened we can chalk up to cabin fever ok?"

He shook his head "I don't want to chalk it up to cabin fever. I just drove eight hours to get to you, can you let me come in and give me five minutes" you sighed, then stepped to the side to allow him into the room.

He watched you as you shut the door then walked over to lay your gun back onto your duffle "I'm giving you five" he nodded and started to take a step towards you but you stepped back, crossing your arms.

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Dean knew you pretty well. The moment you'd opened the door you'd wanted to be happy to see him. That half second flash had told him that you really did have feelings for him and that he'd really hurt you. As if Sam bitching him out didn't tell him enough.

You stood about two feet from him with your arms crossed over your chest. The plain black tshirt you had on was a stark contrast to those bright pink sleep shorts but to him? You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

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"I'm an idiot" Dean finally said and you couldn't even attempt to stop the laugh that fell from you "You could say that" he raised an eyebrow at your laugh "I'm being serious, trying to share my feelings here and you're gonna laugh at me?"

"You deserve it Dean! I'm sorry but you do. I have had feelings for you for years! I never asked you to reciprocate those feelings. I know the heart wants what it wants but damn, I got sliced by hellhounds trying not to lose you. I have tried so many times to bury how I feel, to forget it but then your ass comes strutting in with those green eyes and that smile and I lose every train of thought. I want you Dean in every way. I know your past, I know who you truly are. Your scars don't scare me I have plenty of my own. I know you push people away to protect them, I know you're a huge dork. I know Sam is the most important person to you, hell I know you wanted to be a firefighter as a kid because you couldn't save Mary. The only thing I don't know is what I would have to do to ever be good enough for you to see me!"

You hadn't realized tears had started to slip down your face until Dean quickly covered the area between you and when you didn't move away he gently wiped your tears with his fingertips. "Feel better to get that out?" He'd purposely pushed you into admitting your feelings. Damn him.

"Why did you come here? Why do you care if I feel better?" You asked, letting him pull you against his chest. "Because it took me too long to open my damn eyes but I do see you sweetheart. I am so damn sorry for every ounce of pain I've ever caused you" you pulled away from him and he let you. You looked up at him and he smiled "What will it take to prove to you that I'm genuine?"

He motioned between you "Want me on my knees? I'll get on my knees" he started to kneel but you grabbed his arm "Dean, be serious!" He looked at where you were holding his arm "I am. I never would've dreamt of being good enough for you. You're beautiful, an amazing hunter and friend. You're smart, dangerous when you're mad and downright sneaky when you wanna be. You went from that smart mouthed ten year old that wasn't afraid of anything to the amazing woman standing in front of me. If you still want me I am yours"

You shook your head "I don't want a night Dean" "Neither do I" the look in his eyes made your stomach flip. He was being genuine. Dean Winchester felt the same about you as you felt about him. He must have seen the look in your eyes because one of his hands came to rest on your hip, a grin slipping onto his face "Y/N?" You shook your head "and if this doesn't work? What about Sam?" His grin deepened "It'll work"

You couldn't resist any longer, you were in Dean's arms, the way he was looking at you "Kiss me?" "Thought you'd never ask" he pulled you closer to him, crashing his lips against yours.

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You'd thought about kissing Dean so damn many times but it was nothing like the real thing. The way his lips moved against yours, his grip tightening on your hips and the way he used the small gasp that escaped you to slip his tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours in a way that made your knees go weak.

You pushed him away after a moment the need for air even greater than your need for him. He pulled back and almost looked disappointed until he saw the look in your eyes then he chuckled lightly before walking you backwards towards the bed "Tell me you want this and I promise you'll be sure come morning that I don't want anyone else"

You were trying to form words when the back of your legs hit the bed. Dean was silent, waiting for your answer with a smirk on his face "Use your words princess" "I want you Dean"

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"You've got me" He promised before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands slipped under his shirt and when you tugged at it he broke the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head then tossed it behind him.

You moved from his lips to kiss across his jaw then down his neck and was rewarded with a low groan leaving his lips when you found his pulse point on his neck.

"Damn sweetheart" he murmured, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You let him pull it over your head along with the sports bra "Look at you" he whispered in awe before pushing you back gently onto the bed.

You watched as he quickly kicked his boots off then climbed onto the bed. "C'mere Winchester" you reached for his shoulders to pull him down with you. He groaned again as he caught your lips with his, one of his hands moved to cup your breast causing you to moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hands on your sensitive flesh.

He kissed from his lips across your jaw and when he got to your neck you had to stop your hips from bucking up against his. "So eager for me" He spoke into your skin.

He continued kissing down your chest until he got down to your left breast, he licked the nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the right breast. Your fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling there and when you tugged lightly he bite down just hard enough on your breast to pull a moan of his name from your lips.

He leaned back to look up at you and if you were being honest you damn near came just from the look in his eyes. Dean Winchester looked completely wrecked on top of you and you'd barely done anything yet. "You are so damn beautiful" he praised before continuing his trail of kissing and nipping down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you for permission and you nodded "Words baby. I want words" "Yes Dean" you breathed and he smiled "I love hearing you say my name like that"

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He slipped your shorts off your legs and tossed them behind him before settling himself between your thighs. Anyone else on earth you would've felt self conscious, too exposed but with Dean? You felt wanted, like the only woman on earth the way he was looking at you.

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He slipped one finger into you, watching as your eyes fluttered slightly from such the smallest of touch. He added a second finger, curling it up slightly until he found that small spot inside of you.

"Oh my God, Dean" you moaned, bucking your hips up. He used his other arm to slip over your waist to hold your lower half still as he licked into you, using his tongue to work at your clit while his fingers worked you over the edge. He could tell you were getting close when your thighs started to shake slightly. He changed his angle just slightly and knew he'd hit the right spot when your fingers moved to the back of his head, your grip tight as you moaned his name again.

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Words couldn't describe the feeling coursing through you. You closed your eyes tightly against the flood of pleasure "Dean" you moaned, trying to hold back and could feel your legs shaking from the effort. He chuckled against your core and you felt that coil inside of you threaten to snap.

He changed his angle just enough that the coil snapped, your vision going soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. Your fingers found the hair at the back of his neck, gripping tightly as he worked you through your orgasm.

You pushed at his head weakly when you began to come down off the high "Too much Dean. Too much" he pulled back to look up at you and grinned, wiping his lower lip with his thumb "You taste as good as I thought you would"

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You moaned just from that "Fuck Dean. That was amazing" you looked down where he still wore his jeans "Can I return the favor?"

He stood up on the side of the bed and reached for your arm, pulling you into a sitting position "Whatever you want baby. I'm yours" you reached for the snap of his jeans, laughing lightly when you realized your hands were shaking a bit. "You ok?" He asked and you smiled "I'm perfect"

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You unzipped his jeans then he helped you push them down off his hips and kicked them away. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardened cock, straining against his boxers. He was long and thick. You reached for his boxers and he let you push them off his hips.

You looked up at him as you reached for his cock. You held his gaze as you licked a line from the base up to the tip. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment and a praise of your name fell from his lips.

"God damn" he groaned before you leaned closer taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You could feel his hips twitch in effort to not thrust so you started to move your head up and down licking and sucking him listening to his breathing to tell what touches he liked. You used your free hand to cup his balls gently massaging them and was rewarded with a moan from him of your name. "Y/N....sweetheart"

You pulled back from him with a wet pop to look up at him "Something wrong?" He shook his head with a smile "Hell no but I don't want to come yet" you smiled slightly "Oh" then grabbed his hand "C'mere Dean"

You laid back onto the pillows, pulling him with you. He crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere his lips could reach until he made it up to your lips. He caught them in a probing kiss, rolling his tongue against yours so you could still taste yourself on him. "Are you sure about this? About me?" He asked and you laughed "I'm sure Dean"

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You felt him line himself up with your opening before he slowly plunged himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stilled to let you adjust to his size. He rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as he struggled to not thrust before you were ready "I meant it baby. I only want you. I was an idiot"

You leaned up to kiss him "It's ok Dean. We can make up for loss time" you tapped his shoulders "Move" he gave a tentative roll of his hips and when you moaned he smirked "I could get used to hearing that" you shoved his shoulder "Oh shut up and fuck me already"

He raised an eyebrow "Yes ma'am" he rolled his hips into yours and when your back arched slightly at the movement he groaned "Fuck I was an idiot"

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Every movement of Dean's hips meant he was hitting that spot deep inside of you. It wasn't long before you felt that coil tightening again. "Fuck Dean. I'm so damn close" You moaned, nails biting into his shoulders slightly. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, nimble fingers working at your clit while he kept his pace pushing you over that edge.

You came with a scream of his name on your lips. He fucked you through your orgasm then you could feel his hips stutter, "you can fuck me harder Dean" you breathed and he nodded "I don't wanna hurt you" you reached up to grab his face forcing him to look at you "You know I'm harder to break than that"

He caught your lips in a frenzied kiss before pulling back. He kissed the tip of your nose then buried his face into your neck. His hips started to snap forward into yours, the angle was the same but the depth he was hitting had you seeing stars again in no time.

You knew he could feel you were close again, his thrusts were starting to get a little sloppy and you knew he had to be close. He kissed your neck then said "You can come again baby. I won't be far behind" that seemed to be all it took for that coil to snap yet again. You could feel your legs shake around Dean as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his own release. "Do I need to pull out?" He asked and you shook your head "I'm covered. Please come in me Dean. Let me feel you"

He thrust a few times before burying himself inside of you. You gasped as you felt him come deep inside of you, coating your walls. He remained still on top of you, bracing his weight on his arms. When he met your eyes you smiled "That was amazing" he smiled in return "Took the words right out of my mouth" he kissed you gently this time as he pulled out causing a small gasp to escape you both.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you over on his chest. "We'll go get a shower in a few minutes" you cut your eyes up at him "You gonna carry me if my legs aren't working by then?" He grinned broadly "Of course sweetheart"

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You lay there for a while in silence, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal before Dean spoke "I meant what I said Y/N. This, us...it's all I've ever wanted I was just too much of an idiot to realize it. I hope you can forgive me for the past because my future is all yours"

You placed a kiss over his heart before meeting his eyes "I forgive you Dean" he brushed your hair back from your face "How did I ever not see what was right in front of me?" You gave him a small smile before teasing "Well you have called yourself an idiot multiple times tonight" he rolled his eyes before pulling you on top of him.

Your hips straddled his waist and he gripped them tightly "As long as I'm your idiot I don't care" you laughed before leaning down to catch his lips in a kiss. "Of course you're mine" he smiled against your lips "I could damn sure get used to hearing that"

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[roobylavender]

ok so like. personal thoughts on this bvr issue while the internal monologue and conversation bruce shares with each robin during these fights is corny the impression i get based on his final conversation with alfred, and this panel in particular, 

is that what bruce believes to be an exposure of each robin’s most deeply seated grievances is nothing more than his own projection onto them and subsequent robbery of their agency as alfred is pointing out here. i don’t think we’re supposed to take any of those monologues or conversations at face value aside from understanding that bruce’s problem is ultimately his savior complex. so when he believes he’s failed to “save” people or when he’s failed them altogether he prematurely internalizes blame and internalizes his worst conceptions of what the robins may think of him, rather than listening to them and understanding they each have their own hand to play in their respective stories. maybe it’s a premature assumption to make and maybe i am giving waid a hefty benefit of the doubt but it’s very much like him to play the long game and lead readers off on a red herring only to gotcha them at the right conclusive moment. and given the reconciled direction we’re taking with bruce, talia, and damian in particular leading into lazarus planet i personally highly doubt the voiced grievances or projections in this issue are in any way real. to me they’re looking to be a clever way to incorporate recent canon mission statements about the characters while firmly rejecting them so that the family as a whole can move forward. i think that would make the most sense in line with the way waid writes and prioritizes family units but who knows lol feel free to call me delusional 

[raayllum]

Was thinking about Rayla re: the boys (specifically Callum) being her new team in S1 and how that shifts (and sometimes doesn’t shift) throughout the first four seasons, and then the 2x04 / 4x07 parallels earlier in terms of “I have to do this” for Callum (and Rayla’s disapproval of him risking himself framing both events), as well as one of my favourite little details that bookend their interactions in 4x06 (1 here, 2 here) but mostly amount to how often Rayla either actively looks for, or takes, direction from Callum.

Even when he’s expressed dire uncertainty (1x03 and 4x07), even when she’s reluctant at best (1x04, 2x02 about Soren and Claudia, she folds first at his request), even when he’s more than a little emotionally ruined (1x03′s infamous “Say the word,” 4x03), she looks to him, often without even knowing his plan ahead of time. Now Rayla, of course, tends to rush into things even more without a plan than he does, but we still see this inherent trust being built up. He says “get behind me” and she does so without hesitation; after bickering all episode about said trust and egg, she looks to him for the answer on the ice; they look to each other to make a joint decision in 3x04 about Nyx; leaving in 3x08 is a surprise to her but she hears him out and agrees that they should go (just, later, that she can’t go with them). Even when they’re arguing in 4x06 and Ezran tells them to remember who they are (and who they are together), she goes quiet and looks to him. Are you gonna listen or not? Are you going to work with me or not? She puts the bag and his agency in his hands in 1x03 and routinely puts it back there (so long as it’s not about him risking himself for her, and even then, there are exceptions) time and time again. 

Contrast this with say, his dynamics with Ezran or Soren. For Soren, they interact too little in arc 1 to say more than where Soren could be giving Callum more agency, he chooses to deride him. For Ezran, one of Callum’s big lessons in Arc 1 is to let go of trying to make Ezran’s decisions for him (typically in a protective big brother way or occasionally in a skeptical, more mean spirited way) and instead give Ezran the full picture so he can make his own decisions, and to support those decisions. We see this follow into S4 as well. (And perhaps its own analysis pending now that I’m thinking about it more? Although somewhat already reflected in my how Callum parentifies himself / is parentified in his dynamic with Ezran meta, pre-S4.)

Conversely, running in tandem of Rayla learning she can rely on people (whether she always thinks she should is another matter) is of course Callum realizing he’s someone who can be relied upon in the ways she needs. He’s noble and brave and smart and kind, and she sees all those things in him early on, bolstered by but also completely separate from his growth as a mage. But Rayla’s faith in him - to call him a mage, to get the cube, to follow his lead, to appeal to him to make decisions together, to see worth in him regardless of magic (2x04, 2x07, 3x01) or sometimes directly in spite of it (2x09) - does help him grow in his confidence. The Callum he is in S4 would not be who he is without her (both the good and the bad) and I think that’s part of why her absence is so permanent and internalized to him: “It’s not really my birthday anymore. Not to me. To me, it’ll always just be the anniversary of the day she left.”

But like, Rayla having this relationship to his agency is perfectly in line in both how she revoked it by leaving alone in TTM (bc self loathing) and how she shows up seconds before he’s going to run, possibly, right into Aaravos. That Rayla is the one who is the Mouthpiece, in a way, for Callum still having agency in spite of Aaravos’ hold on him, highlighted through her role in the actual possession scene in 4x04, in their discussion above in 4x07, and in the framing of her return in 4x02/4x03. She looks to him for direction, and most often, he looks to her for hope (turning him toward her in 2x03, “That’s the miracle. That’s hope. They’re going to be the ones to break the Cycle” from 3x06, etc) and this is no different.  

And this specific exchange of support, particularly Rayla usually following Callum’s lead, is not only a really nice consistent detail that, like many things, S4 has taken from the subtextual background and then brought, textually, to the forefront in S4, but it is also, in my personal opinion, poetic cinema.

[retiredcultistredux]

Ow.... will um Hyness be ok? -Lollipop anon

Zan: "He should hopefully be ok eventually, but--"

Before she could finish her sentence, the light from the Jamba Heart stopped at a singular point in the sky, gathering in on itself and getting brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. Then the Jamba Heart itself flew upwards and merged with the light, causing one more large, bright flash.

Once the light faded and everyone adjusted their eyes...

...They saw quite the familiar face.

[Void Termina has been revived and is now (technically*) available for questions.]

*Note: 'technically' means he doesn't verbally talk much and will instead use telepathy to communicate more complex answers if needed. Oh and Hyness is still gonna be unconscious for a bit so he's not 100% available but you can still ask abt him, so. Semi-available(?)

[tarraxahum]

One thing I have to thank having Speed Racer as my first fandom ever for

is that it's practically impossible to frustrate me with adaptations being different from source material. However drastically.

No shade to fans who get salty about character rewamps or loose story interpretations, but when your first ever exposure to Media You Care About was a franchise that NEVER had two interpretations consistent with each other (story, time period, setting, location, race, names, looks, character development, family dynamics, who is related to whom, fucking car design, future generations consistency, you name it - they flipped it AT LEAST once)... You just never develop the ability to give a fuck!

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

Omg I just watched the 3 episodes of obi-wan kanobi . It’s so good I’m screaming . I wonder how many more episodes we are getting. I wanna say more but I’m gunna sound stupid 😭😭😭

omg i watched the third one this morning then proceeded to rewatch it another 2 times it was so good. and we are getting 6 epsiodes total!!! personally i would like at least 50 episodes of this show but 6 is going to have to do ASDFGHJ

[tytangfei]

Mgtv has better storylines for their mini series but have terrible subs

Youku has terrible storylines for their mini series but have great subs

😟😟😟