22, USA, actress/singer/marketing director/couch-dweller/shipper. But please, let's not be so formal... call me Robot. (Or Lucifer, since I'm playing him in Supernatural the Musical...)

This blog is pretty much an SPN feelings depot at this point, though Sherlock, Doctor Who, and other such nerderies will pop up. PLEASE talk to me about Blood Ties and Sanctuary.

The Ferret Series (I am so sorry).

Also I have fic recs now.

Also I maybe like Omegle a lot? My goal is to successfully troll as every angel.

Also I say things.

Also feelings.

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everybody go read this right now. 

hesmybrother:

summary:

Title: Stopped At the Crossroads
Disclaimer: I am taking SPN on this truly twisty road. I’m sure Kripke would not approve. But since I’m not making money off of it, or claiming to be him, he’ll just have to deal. 
Summary: There are no demons, only night terrors. There are no funerals, only family in-fighting. What would Sam and Dean be like in a world without demons?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: PG-13

-link

why you absolutely have to read it:

Sam sits with him, shows him where he goes wrong, teaches him tricks to remember things, lets him borrow his “lucky” TI-83 when he has a test. Later in life, Jamie is grateful for this. He and Sam are only separated by a year and a half, almost Irish twins, yet it feels like a great divide. Sam tried to reach out to him in the only way he knew how. It doesn’t make it hurt any less when he sees fourteen-year-old Sam and eighteen-year-old Dean walking shoulder to shoulder, always away from him. 

seriously - read it right now.

Ever so Plucky: IF YOU WANT TO BE SAD READ THIS FIC ;___; 

i-o-u-a-fall:

thechimeraresistance:

misslovegood7:

Oh my god, I was no prepared for this.

Read it. Read it.

It’s amazing, but oh my god… I was not expecting what happened.

I’m sobbing.

Sink Like a Stone

Off to cry some more.

I…didn’t think I would cry…

I didn’t…

Off the Record: Part 1 | Tony/Loki | Drama, Humour, Slash 

goddamnhella:

Title: Off the Record (Part 1)
Author: Hella
Rating: T
Words: 5,130
Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki
Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, others
Summary: It started with a message, a late-night visit, and a God of Mischief in Tony’s bed. A story of trust, trickery, unwilling aid and inevitable attraction.
Notes: Written at Byrontobuffy’s enthusiastic behest. Also, huge thanks to thedisneyprincessofasgard for her helpful feedback while I wrote, and casthebadass for letting me use her gif. <33

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The first chapter of my Season 8 AU is up. 

allypopx:

Crawling Through the Last Damnation

Summary: Dean and Castiel are in Purgatory. Sam has found himself alone once again, with an army of demons waiting outside. They all have their wars to fight if they want to find each other on the other side.

Pairings: Eventual romantic Destiel, aromantic Sam/Dean feels all over the place, Team Free Will feels.

Rating: T for now.

Warnings: Violence, angst

Other stuff: OFC, complacent with canon, WIP

FF.Net, AO3

Thank you to Emily for going through the emotional torture of being my beta.

guys i’m betaing this awesomeness - read read read…

mostly10: beezystark: timeywimeyimpala: Dean starts finding little things.One... 

beezystark:

timeywimeyimpala:

Dean starts finding little things.

One morning his eyes open to a pile of pure ivory sand on the nightstand next to him. He slides some grains between his fingers and it feels like little bits of silk. He doesn’t really understand why, but he gathers…

yea 

mannersminded:

for winnie again. love you. warnings for absolutely unrepentant fluff oh my god. i almost vomited cotton candy writing this.

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“So,” Sam says as he steps quietly into the bedroom. He’s got a look on his face that Ruby can’t quite place - tense around the eyes and a little bit frightened.

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♔ Balthazar/Castiel - “String Theory” (Oneshot) 

wing-hugs:

mjolkk:

Title: String Theory
By: glassamilk (me huehuehuehue)
Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel 
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: In a universe with endless realities, there must be at least one happy ending for them somewhere.
Notes: A series of AU drabbles written for wordsinhaled, who is the only other person I’ve met on tumblr who has as many Calthazar feels as I do. q_q

Click here to read!

EDIT: the formatting on LJ is being a piece of shit, so for the moment, this is only up on FF.net. Sorry!

CRIES AND CRIES AND NEVER STOPS CRYING

CAN I JUST SAY THIS IS LIKE

THE BEST

THE LIKE

DEFINITIVE

THIS IS THE NEW BEST FIC I THINK MAYBE POSSIBLY OH MY GOD I JUST

I AM BEYOND COHERENCE I JUST

THIS IS FLAWLESS AND I CRIED SO MUCH IM IN SUCH A STATE RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD EVERYONE READ THIS RIGHT THIS INSTANT DROP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND GET TISSUES AND A CLOSE SOURCE OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT OHGMGSDFMMGHGDGGGGG SHRIEKS

Luciferious: So this superhero AU 

luciferious:

We’re talking about a universe where monsters and demons are not necessarily widely accepted as a part of this world (a lot of people still believe these things are just a hoax, or sensationalized by the media), but are far more well known than in SPN canon. Monster attacks and demon possessions…

ghostdeerspit:

sadrobotinabowlerhat replied to your post: OMG I JUST FOUND CARPREG FIC

Ok no now you have to link it

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12754

read and weep

“Sam made them stop at a bookstore somewhere in Illinois and picked up a battered used 

copy of “What to expect when you’re expecting.” He got grossed out by chapter three 

and tossed it out the window by the time they hit Nebraska. It didn’t answer any of the 

important questions anyway: how could a car suddenly come to life, never mind get 

pregnant at a car show?”

nothing ventured, nothing gained: rhsau sabriel dialoguefic! 

mannersminded:

For my bb Winnie. I know things are really tough right now, but you’re strong and awesome and one of the best people I’ve ever met. I know for a fact that you will kick life in the face. Also, bonus, you have the best rack ever. So you’ve got that going for you at least.

Rustling.

Staring at the Sun  

ficdump:

by trinityofone

Length: ~550 words
Summary: Written for a kink_meme prompt: “Dean and Castiel, getting it on (some how) with Castiel being in his true form, not his human vessel.”

Mini!Fic inspired by Reading is Fundamental promo and some people’s comments (please let me know who you are I can’t find the post that first inspired this ;A;) 

a-bagel:

“Okay, Cas, we’re going to play this board game.  It’s called Sorry or something.  How the Hell do you play this thing…”

Dean glared at the instructions, then tossed the box lid aside.  “Okay, screw this, let’s just play.  The doctor says you need…stimulation or something?  I don’t know.  Sam’s taking care of some third-rate monster right now, so we have some time.  So let’s play this thing.”

Cas stared forward.  Dean faltered a little bit.

“Uh…okay.  You can be blue, you like blue right?  And I’ll be yellow- okay, no, yellow sucks.  Uh, I’ll be red.”

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boazpriestly:

He finds it on some unmarked rack of the thrift store as you’re looking for pants that’ll actually fit him. Because having to cut up all yours and Sam’s old jeans to make something even half decent isn’t working. And you have an arm full of cargo pants and plaid shorts when he comes up to you and presses himself to your leg. He hasn’t spoken since they demoted him, but you’re learning his cues. This one means look down. So you do. 

The jacket in his arms is huge. He holds it up for you to take and you do. It’s identical to the one he used to have, just smaller. You look back down at him and then kneel, getting yourself to his level. 

“We’ll get it,” you tell him, handing it back. “But it’s gonna need to be altered, okay?” 

He nods and moves himself into your space. He hasn’t gotten the concept of hugging yet, so instead he pushes his body against your chest and rests his head on your collar bone. 

“You’re welcome, Cas.”

He backs away and looks at the clothes in your hands. He points to a pair of dark-wash jeans and then touches a hand to your leg. You understand him. 

“Yeah, they’re like mine,” you agree. “Want to try them on?” 

Cas nods and takes your hand. You stand and let him lead you to the dressing rooms. He insists on doing everything by himself so you stay out of the dressing you, holding the door open and only peeking in when he knocks on the mirror to let you know he’s ready for you to check and make sure they fit the right way.

Eventually, after trying on too many clothes and deciding on six pairs of pants and five t-shirts, you’re both ready to leave. You get to the checkout counter and the woman behind it smiles at you. 

“Well aren’t you a handsome little guy. Are you having fun with Daddy today?” 

Cas hides behind your legs, holding you so tightly you wonder if he’s trying to fuse himself into you. 

“He’s a shy one, huh?” the woman says. 

You smile, not having the heart to tell her or Cas that you aren’t really his dad. “That he is,” you say instead. 

She smiles and finishes ringing up the clothes. She totals the purchase and Cas yelps behind you. You look back quickly, thinking he’s hurt or something. The woman looks concerned too. But Cas only holds out the jacket to you, reminding you that you almost forgot to pay for it. 

“Oh yeah.” You take it from him and put in on the counter. “This too. I’m not sure if it even has a tag though,” you admit. 

The woman searches the coat, and sure enough there isn’t one. 

“Normally we can’t sell anything without a tag,” she explains. Cas’ eyes get big and you can see the tears starting to form. “but there’s always exceptions, honey.” 

“So how much?” you ask. 

She shakes her head, waving you off. “Don’t worry about it.” She rounds the counter and holds the coat open to Cas, who slips it on all to eagerly. “It’s yours to keep, sweetie.” 

Cas grins wide. 

“Thank you,” you tell her. 

You pay for the clothes and thank her one last time before you leave. The coat drags on the ground behind Cas, but he’s happier than you’ve seen him in a long time. And when he refuses to take it off during bedtime, you don’t say anything. Because everyone’s got a security blanket, even if it isn’t even a blanket at all. 

-wondersmith:

jaredswagalecki:

He hears rumors about Bobby Singer. How he died, how his ghost came back, how he came back and the boys saved him again.

He stays awake for three nights, researching, trying to find a way, and Harry puts a hand on his shoulder. Says, don’t you dare. Ed shakes him off. It could work, he argues. Look at Singer! He’s back! They saved him, they did something, I need to - I need to - 

Harry shakes his head. He’s gone, he says gently, but the words cut like a knife. Corbett is gone.

No one mentions that thoughts and memories and everything that could have been are ghosts, too, and they won’t leave Ed alone.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN MY DASH

EVERYTHING IS FUCKING ED/CORBETT FEELINGS

WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT AUHGHHHHH