#they’re the A-team

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Keep on ramblin’

(The Winchester Four)

(The story of four siblings, their beloved car, and the open road.)

(TW: knives, mentions of supernatural creatures, nightmares; panic, if I missed something let me know-!)

Left town again for no reason

Hit the floor and I was away….

Another day, another town. 16 year old Aricka was far too used to life on the road; moving from town to town, hotel to hotel; constantly being shuffled around. She sat sideways in the backseat of her brother Dean’s precious Baby, a 1967 Chevy Impala. Her shoes were off; somewhere in the floorboard of the car; and on her lap was a sketchbook, on a makeshift table beside her was an art box full of crayons, markers and colored pencils, and she was currently using her brother Adam-who was sharing the backseat with her- as a muse. She had the basic outline done; now she was working on shading and making Adam-the- sketch look like Adam the person.

Nothin' wrong 'bout how I'm livin'

I know how long here I can lay…

The car pulled to a stop in front of a cozy little diner, and Dean handed her a fake ID; so for the time being she was now Aricka Cruise- a name that made her blush as red as the leather jacket she was currently wearing- as she scurried into the diner to get something to eat; Dean’s laughter echoing behind her.

She really hated her older brother sometimes. Truly.

Adam saw her coming and moved over in the booth so she could sit by him; and she grinned; Dean and Sam both knew that Aricka was Adam’s favorite, the two of them had connected like two wayward legos upon their first meeting years ago, when Aricka was nine and innocent and a chattering ball of energy.

She slid in beside Adam and he nudged her shoulder, and she dug her elbow into his ribs, prompting him to wrap an arm around her neck and pull her close to mess up her hair, which made her squeal. “ADDY-!” She protested.

“Children,” Sammy says; making both of them settle down; even though Adam was 26 and Aricka was 16. Dean walked in then; and shoved Sammy over to the window so he could sit down; proceeding to order what Sammy called “a heart attack presented as food.”

Aricka had stuck with her safe foods- a chicken sandwich, French fries; a side of applesauce and a sweet tea, knowing if she stuck with foods she liked and knew were good, she’d be good. Adam broke apart his cookie he had ordered and shared it with her; so she gave him some of her fries as thanks.

Dean gave her a quizzical look and she grinned at him as she dunked her fries in the cheese sauce she’d discovered the diner had, smearing cheese around her lips like when she was six, and was rewarded with a classic Dean Winchester grin.

Yeah. She loved her brother a lot.

Time is only

Passing if you think of it that way…

They settled down in their hotel rooms for the night- Aricka and Adam in one room, Dean and Sam in the adjoining room, everyone setting up the wards they were best at making, and then they met in Sam and Dean’s room to debrief.

They knew they were dealing with a shapeshifter, but they weren’t sure where it was or why it was targeting this area specifically yet.

Meaning Aricka was going back to school. So was Adam- but he was going to be a janitor: not a student.

Aricka couldn’t wait to be older so she could be more helpful.

This life of crime is lonely

But only if you let it in to stay…

The next day, Adam and Aricka walk to the high school together, his arm around her shoulder casually, likely knowing she had a mess of butterflies in her stomach, a promise to do all the talking if needed.

Adam and Aricka understood the quiet days just like they understood the loud days. It’s what made them so quick to team up on hunts like this, they could exchange a glance and know what the other was about to do; and could anticipate their move.

Adam enrolled his “niece”, and applied for the janitorial position, and they went back to the hotel room to find out what Sam and Dean had been up to.

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin'…

Back in the backseat of the Impala, Aricka finished her sketch of Adam, moving on to sketch Sammy; reading a book, thumb and index fingers braced against his forehead, wanting to capture the focused expression on his face. Adam was writing in a journal he’d taken from the shifter case, likely recording what went right and what went wrong.

She reached for her phone and plugged her headphones in; not surprised when moments later Adam was nudging her arm for one of the earbuds, and she leaned closer to him so they could both listen to her music. She tapped his leg and he handed her the share size bag of peanut m&ms he had purchased when Dean had stopped to refill Baby’s tank. She leaned against Adam, and shut her eyes and listened to the music, letting it lull her to sleep.

Headed southbound for the season

Cut a trail no one would know…

She woke up to the sensation of being carried, and the scent of oil, apple pie; and the cheesy little tree car air freshener she had stuck around the mirror inside the car one day washed over her-Dean.

(The air freshener scent is black ice- if that helps with visualization of the scene.)

She relaxed and wrapped her other arm around his neck, feeling his lips press against her forehead, and she closed her eyes; feeling safer than ever.

So she fell back asleep.

To hell I ride before I give in

With the cavalry in tow…

Aricka gripped the blade Castiel had given her when she was eleven, and growled low in her throat as she saw the threat they were facing-

Five demons, possessing kids her age. Kids she could’ve been friends with; could’ve gone to school with.

Sam nudged her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look, he knew what she was likely thinking. Sammy always knew what she was thinking. He was smart like that.

Together, they ran into the fray; letting Dean know they had his back, identical battle cries escaping them.

There was no denying that Aricka was the younger sibling of the three boys she traveled with.

After all; she was the best of them. Anyone would say it. Sam, Dean and Adam would be the first ones to do it.

Time is only

Passing if you think of it that way

This life of crime is lonely

Only if you make your getaway…

Adam was the first one to reach her, that night. The blankets were tangled around her; she was sweating through her clothes; and her eyes were wild with panic. Her closest-in-age sibling merely untangled her and cradled her against him, letting Sam and Dean take care of her clothes and blankets, while he whispered soothing; assuring words under his breath to her.

“Samandriel..” She’d whimpered, the broken-hearted cry of a lost love. “M-Manny..”

“I know,” Adam says. “Shh…. It was just a dream…”

“No… he’s dead…” she gulped. “G-go-ne…”

“Never gone. You remember him. He can’t be truly gone.”

Adam had learned and gained much wisdom during his time of hunting. His sister depended on his words. He had to make sure she knew.

He’d died and left her for too long; he had time to make up for.

He wouldn’t leave her behind ever again.

So, keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Just keep on ramblin'…

The four Winchester siblings were stitched into each other’s lives undeniably. Irrevocably. The pull to stick together was too strong to avoid. As long as they had each other; their car; and the open road, they’d never need anything else.

Running headlong in the valley

Toward the hills of San Miguel

Pushing flat out for my freedom

Left 'em all a tale to tell, do tell…

And in years to come; long after they had been alive, their descendants would carry on their legacy, would continue the family business. Saving people. Hunting things. Keeping family first.

The Winchester Way.

As it was and as it always will be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[notherpuppet]

“Look who joined the team! 📻♥️ #livinglegend #hot100 #goham”

[enavstars]

It's canon that Naruto is the sun and Sasuke the moon but has anyone thought of Sakura as the Earth? Here's my take on that :3

[800db-cloud]

i’m literally shaking buy them brown contacts pls

[yak-leather-whips]

Guys, its not some fucking “bad luck devil” or whatever. It’s clearly this fucking time gargler or whatever the fuck that’s behind all this nonsense. Aguefort literally lays it out for us that the quangle makes things happen out of order. Things like, say…Zelda and Gorgug being broken up even though we know from the Seven that they’re still together in Junior year, or Aelwyn suddenly moving out and going from a snarky 19 year old whose never had a job or gone to college to a middle school teacher with 5 cats in the course of 3 months, or the sophomore album being 10 months late even though Fig only finished her debut a little over 16 months ago AND they were in the middle of the tour, or Hallariel and Gilear getting engaged after like a year when 3 months ago Gilear wasn’t even allowed to sleep in her bed, and Sklonda defending one of the organizers of this folk festival when the festival hasn’t even happened yet, or Figs birthday suddenly moving from Christmas to July.

[lilislegacy]

when i say percy is one of the only people in the world who will stand up to annabeth or call her wrong, i do NOT mean she’s a horrible person and he calls her out for being one. allow me to write a long incorrect quote scene to show you what i actually mean:

*in some battle, post-heroes of olympus*

annabeth, fiercely in control and leaning over a large map: okay, here’s what’s gonna happen, everyone. we are going to evenly distribute our forces and deploy them in successive waves. we must avoid further division to ensure that each wave remains strong and concentrated on the central target. we are going to systematically weaken their core. once their primary fleet becomes depleted, we will expand our focus to engage secondary targets. we will defeat brute force by gradually eroding their strength over the course of several hours. anyone got a problem with that plan?

everyone in the strategy tent, including the smartest children of mars and athena:

annabeth: that’s what i thought. okay so-

percy: actually, i do

*everyone’s eyes widen in surprise*

annabeth, raising her eyebrows: what do you mean?

everyone: *backing away slowly in fear of her wrath*

percy: i get what you’re saying, and usually you’d be exactly right. but i know these guys better than you do, wise girl. i’ve actually been here and fought a couple of them before. yes, they are insanely physically strong creatures, but you’re overestimating their intelligence and positioning. if we do what you’re saying, they’ll just pick us off little by little. we need to be quick and dirty. force their hand

annabeth, pinching the bridge of her nose: percy, you’re talking about a full frontal assault on their strongest point. that’s reckless. we’ll be outnumbered and overwhelmed.

percy, stepping closer to the map and pointing to the terrain: not if we use their terrain, which i personally know. if we concentrate our forces here and here, we can create the illusion of a weaker center. they’re crazy strong, but much more arrogant than you’re assuming. so knowing them, they’ll all focus on our main assault, assume they have us outnumbered, and put all their energy into trying to punch through. but if we’ve got our best fighters hidden in the valleys, instead of holding back, we can hit them from both sides once they commit

annabeth, her brow furrowing as she considers percy’s plan: we’d be baiting them into a trap. they’d think they’re winning, but the second they overextend, we surround them. they won’t see it coming because of the way their ranks are arranged.

percy: exactly

annabeth: it’s based off the assumption of their own tactical shortcomings, but… it’s brilliant. come here and show me all the pathways, and i’ll plan for the side attacks. do you have any advice there?

percy: nope, i need you for that part

*them working seamlessly together as everyone else stands around in shock*

[bebx]

crying over this Longlegs promo poster and the fact it’s official.

“After Despicable Me 4” 😭😭😭

[oneluckygoose]

Look lets be honest, we all know student body president doesn’t do SHIT in high school and none of what they do affects anything for any students. With this thought in mind, would you rather vote for the preppy, annoying, “better than everyone because I believe I deserve it” girl who cheats the system you have to deal with, or the coolest girl in school who is kind to everybody and saved the world THREE TIMES because of that fucked system, and also did a sick shrimp jump at this cool party everyone was invited to without discrimination

[twigstick9]

my favorite tf2 ship lol

[adhd-coyote]

“General Kenobi, you claim an assassin killed the Chancellor?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, neither I nor Commander Fox saw them, as they used a flash bomb to disorient us and fled too quickly for us to follow.”

“And where, exactly, did they flee? No one reported seeing anyone leave this office.”

“Why, they fled through the broken window, of course.”

“What broken window?”

“That one.” Kenobi points. The previously intact window shatters, as if hit by a very strong invisible force. Neither Kenobi nor the Marshal Commander so much as twitch.

“Are you alright, sir?” Commander Fox asks, all concern. “You must be very tired, if you didn’t notice the clearly broken window. You should go rest. It’s okay, General Kenobi and I can take it from here.”

“Yes,” Kenobi agrees, prim and proper. He raises a hand, fingers slightly curled, and his voice takes on a different note. “Go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time you wake.”

“I will go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time I wake.”

“Very good. Have a nice evening.”

[fence-time]

The meadowlark but. Zits :3

[alicent-archive]

Ah, yes. Team Green. Featuring a repressed lesbian still reeling from the fallout of her complicated situationship. An evil grandfather who eventually will become jobless. A guard who doubles as a stepfather and a hit man. An alcoholic. A doomed prophetess. An overpowered anime villain and his geriatric nuclear warhead. And a fourth child who may or may not exist.

[father-killjoy]

The kiddos <3

[shepscapades]

However smug Scott may be for bribing tumblr with flower husbands crumbs, we all know who the real winners today were <3

[hejee]

exploring the hinterlands like they’re not walking in circles

[g3rladthel4d]

Ma and Spy as young lovebirds

(+ more Ma doddles because I love her and I know she was a fashion icon.)