Thinking About The Five Was A Clone In Season 4 Theory And If You Found The Real Five He Reunites W The

going back to my descendants and louis partridge girls era😌

white boy goes to Jupiter and shocks waiters by ordering in perfect Stupider

YES YES

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE SOME BRUNO CARELLI X READER FANFICS RIGHT NOW PLEASE I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES ALL OF THE ONES ON WATTPAD ARE X OC AND ITS REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF AO3 ISNT ANY BETTER

Edit: I’m currently writing one um it sucks but yeah it’s more so an imagine tho

Fic idea

Dean goes to crash Sam's wedding because he found something shitty about Sam's fiance and is trying to save his baby brother

But he crashes the wrong wedding

"Don't do it! She's not who you want!" Dean yells the second he kicks open the Chappelle doors

Castiel doesn't wanna marry so and so, has been trying to get out of this arraigned bullshit for years

Sees a crazy dude crash his wedding and literally jumps at the opportunity. Doesn't think, just looks at his dad all "He's right father. She's not. I'm gay for that man!" Really awkwardly then runs to Dean, puts all his faith into this and jumps into his arms

Dean has no fucking idea what he just did, but the guards are behind him and now the groom in his arms is going "Run! Run! Run!"

And now Dean is running to his Impala, stuffing Castiel in it, and speeding away with him because fuck his life

And now Castiel is stuck in a road trip to save this random guy's brother from a sham marriage

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

Guys I accidentally just sent a message to the wrong account and it wasn’t on anon and then I had to resend it to the right account I’m so embarrassed

So I’m sorry to whom I confused with saying how much a need old man Logan I thought you were the right person I’m sorry

not to make it political but if ur a trump supporter get off my blog rn and don't fucking come back

Everyone needs to read this now.

the boy beneath | dean winchester x reader

summary - even though john has forced him to be a man, he's not fully one yet. the boyish grins and youthful desires still hold him prisoner. and in these rare moments with you, he allows himself to be that boy again.

tw: fluff, mention of john winchester, itsy bitsy angst, season one dean being a cute little shit.

The golden afternoon sun glints off the polished chrome of the Impala.

Huddled under its hood, you're helping Dean fix a blown engine in the middle of nowhere. The scent of pine and motor oil mingles in the air, a strangely comforting amalgamation that's become synonymous with these moments.

Grease smears your faces, laughter echoing through the woods before dying into a comfortable silence. Dean works his wrench as you watch him, mesmerized by the fluid motions of his hands.

There's a softness to him still, despite the harsh life he's led. Even after years of hunting and killing, he's a little shit with puppy dog eyes and a pretty boy smile.

He's got an old Canon EOS camera he roams around with everywhere nowadays. It's become as much a part of him as his leather jacket or the samulet. And yes, it's a bit battered, much like Dean himself, but it's efficient at it's job, just like him.

"What'cha lookin' at, sweetheart?" he asks amusedly, without looking up. If he had, he would've caught the longing in your eyes.

"Nothing," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, but the slight tremor betrays you.

A gust of wind blows across your face, tickling you with your strands of hair. You giggle at the sensation, the sound coming out light and carefree. It steals Dean's attention away from his beloved car, soft eyes landing on your face.

Dean's heart skips a beat as he looks at you. God, you're beautiful, he thinks, drinking in the sight of your windswept hair and the laughter in your eyes.

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He reaches for the camera in the back seat. The shutter clicks, immortalizing your joy.

As he lowers his camera, he thinks of all your hours spent in between sheets. Naked bodies pressed together, crevices into crevices. He's enamoured by the way his hands mould your body to fit the curves of his.

Even though John has forced him to be a man, he's not fully one yet. The boyish grins and youthful desires still hold him prisoner. And in these rare moments with you, he allows himself to be that boy again.

The thought of losing you feels like the ache Achilles must have felt when Patroculus died. It's an ache that gnaws at his insides every second of his existence. He wants to hold onto this feeling, to you, with everything he has.

And for a fleeting moment, as he turns back to the engine, you both pretend that this is all there is — just you, Dean, and the open road ahead.