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((Do you ever just kinda...feel shitty for reasons you aren't really sure of? Like you feel like you're a crappy, worthless human being but there's nothing in particular making you feel that way, just a deep nagging feeling in your gut? So that's where I'm at right now. :/ Do not want.))

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((ONE OF MY SAM'S HAS JUST OUT OF NOWHERE DISAPPEARED OFF THE FACE OF TUMBLR I AM SO UPSET ;N; ))

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((Oh my lord my dash is nothing but posts tagged spoilers THANK YOU TUMBLR SAVIOR))

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((So no one said anything about me not having replied to their thread so I assume that means that I'm crazy and I did manage to reply to everyone? In which case...murr. Where have you all been for the last two days? I miss y'all!))

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((I love your blog name <3))

((Thanks dear!!!

…I did actually spend a ridiculous amount of time deciding on it…))

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((So two things: firstly, I am definitely missing someone on the replies list, who are you??? It's driving me crazy. Secondly, and this is totally ooc, but guys...I have just been introduced to a website called jimmyjane's and WAIT DON'T CLICK YET IT IS A PORN STORE well ok it's a sex toy store but OMG GUYS I have never seen so many things I want and cannot afford all at once. So ok, there's my gift to you, enjoy???????????))

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Send for my muse's reaction

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ATTENTION

WARNING TO ALL ASK BLOGS.

THIS USER IS A VIRUS. DO NOT GO TO THEIR BLOG. 

Username is make-some-tatoos

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Sends me 'woof' for my muses reaction to yours bringing home a puppy.

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Dean turned his head to look at Tony, intrigued and trying not to look too pleased by the 'gorgeous' Tony had slipped in there. The request wasn't entirely what he expected but more than fair. He shrugged and said, "Fine by me. I think the only thing you have to worry about me touching tonight is you." He reached over to give Tony's thigh a squeeze, grinning broadly.

Fact was, Dean knew that Tony Stark was supposed to be the kinda guy that was way out of his league. Like, Dean was supposed to flirt shamelessly with him while the guy rolled his eyes and moved on to someone with some class. Not, y'know, agree to dom him for a night.

Still, he wasn't complaining. It would be awesome and the two of them were surprisingly hitting it off. He was looking forward to see how Tony took control, make him submit to him. It looked like Tony wanted to play the long game. Good. Dean liked to play.

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Tony spared a second to look him up with his sultry smirk, biting his lower lip. “You’ll see when we get there, gorgeous. I just have one request.” And he was back with his eyes on the road, making his best efforts not to pull up and kissing those glistening, rounded, full perfect lips of his like he wanted to. Maybe in a dark alley, move it to the back seat, should have enough space for them both- no.

If was going to do this- in fact, if he was going to do anything, he was going to do it right. Woo him thoroughly, charm him, offer a drink, give him the tour, then tease him, play the chase, push and pull, see if it got somewhere. See if he could gain control of the game, get him wanting. Wouldn’t that face just look marvellous, flushed and filled with desire?

Focus. Keep it smooth. “Please don’t go around just touching stuff without permission. It gets me- well, nervous isn’t really the word… crabby. Makes me crabby. I mean, it’s fine to look and I don’t really mind, just… it’s my stuff. You know? Be gentle.”

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OOC - Apologies; I really am back, I swear

((Hey guys. Sorry I was gone for a couple days. I'm still here, I promise. It's just been a pain to get back into the first couple days of the new semester. Once things become routine, I should be pretty well on track. I just had some crazy shit go down where a teacher graded a final of mine wrong which caused me to - undeservedly - fail the class and I had to retake the final with three hours notice. Only a little stressful, y'know.

Anyway, also, as I think is noticeable from this post alone, I've reformatted my OOC posts. Just 'cause. They're now all under a 'read more' break so that if I get long-winded, I don't clog up the dash - and are now tagged as "out of booze".

On to the replies!!))

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Dean huffed a skeptical laugh. What he'd taught Cas? Any human would have - or at least could have - done that. Hell, Sam would probably have done a better job, sweet, smart kid like him.

He raised an eyebrow at Cas, feeling like he'd been sucked into a chick flick that just happened to be about his life. It was frustrating; angering. Sam did this, too, the analyzing and the talking and letting out the emotions or whatever. Fucking hell.

"You chose to see me? Yeah, ok Cas. Let's play psychiatrist, huh? Talk about how deep down I'm some great humanitarian who's all about justice and goodness and just wants to be loved or some shit but the nightmare that's my life makes me guarded and unable to connect and so because deep down I'm nice, the universe owes me something. Is that the me you're seeing, Cas? 'Cause it's bullshit. I fucked up. I fucked up over and over and there's nothing I can ever do to wipe that slate clean. All I can do is try to sleep better at night by thinking that I make a difference but fuck if I know if that's even true."

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       It was always so curious, how different Dean looked when he was like this, how honest he was to himself when he finally let it all out―which Cas guessed wasn’t really often. Before Castiel wasn’t sure how to help him other than listen to him, to be there whenever he needed to vent…but right now he just hated seeing him this way, he hated feeling impotent and not being able to do something for him―for the man he fell for.             “They’re not worth more than what you’ve taught me, Dean.”                   “You’ve given me so much but you just cannot see it.”      He was right though, there were numerous occasions in which Dean hadn’t been the best friend you could have, but despite their ups and down, they were still friends; they were still fighting side by side, Dean and Sam still trusted Cas and Cas still trusted them― some stains on their paths hadn’t managed to bring down what they shared.               “But I didn’t choose to see that, Dean.                               I chose to see more important things―                                                I chose to see you.”

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Dean's dick twitched in his jeans as Benny pushed him down. He didn't know how Benny wasn't going insane with how hard and fast his heart was pounding against his palm. Dean's breath hitched at the press of Benny's nose against his neck and he swallowed hard.

"Plannin' on doin' something or are we just gonna cuddle?" he teased.

Benny kissed the corner of Dean’s mouth, taking it as an opportunity to check himself. He was close enough to almost be able to feel the movement of the man’s blood. Closing his eyes, Benny pushed Dean onto his back, lying down next to him. His hand settled over the other’s heart, while his nose nudged into his neck.

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Dean stood his ground for a long moment before swallowing hard and lowering his weapon. He didn't have time to grab the knife - not that it mattered because he couldn't use it without killing Sam, too. If he had enough time to exorcise it...

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," he began chanting as fast as he could.

Hellboy | Demon!Sam

The demon raised its eyebrows at the gun before it chuckled and stood. “What? You gonna shoot me? Let’s see what that does.”

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Dean snatched up the gun from under his pillow and leaped to his feet, narrowing his eyes at Sam warily. No - not Sam. Something that was inside him.

"Alright you sonuvabitch, you get the hell out of my brother."

Hellboy | Demon!Sam

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

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Hellboy | Demon!Sam

"Dude, where the hell have you been? You didn't answer any of my calls last night. Were you with a girl or something?"