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#Tommy said 🤨❔🏳️‍🌈

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here are some ways to support ace ppl on international asexuality day!

1: give us money

2: give us your first born child

3: give us money

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breaking my silence to say that ive only had buck/tommy for five minutes but if anyone's mean to them ill kill everyone and then myself

#911 abc

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halloween cas icons ~ feel free to use with credit

for @horrornaturalevent week one: graveyard

#I MISS YOU TOO

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Magdalena

Author: Mme Yersinia

Artist: Robin

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Rowena

Length: 150000

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, heavy angst, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, torture, self-harm

Tags: Redemption arcs, slow burn, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Domestic fluff, mutual pining, s13 canon divergent, dysfunctional family, angst with a happy ending, Castiel whump, kid fic

Summary:    Castiel swore to protect Jack at all costs. If that means taking him away from the dark dungeon of the bunker and away from the harsh words and hands of Dean Winchester, then so be it. Castiel takes Jack and runs. He finds them a safe town, a battered rental house, a little job and a little life. He wants Jack to have a normal childhood; to grow up safe and loved, not in a windowless basement.    Dean tracks them down, of course. He begs forgiveness, of course. Redemption is a long, slow road. It’s paved with ginger cats and broken-down Hondas, stolen kisses and dusty libraries and bathroom repairs. Dean and Castiel find themselves growing closer in the haze of domesticity. Dean moves from sleeping in the car, to the sofa, to Castiel’s bed. It’s not easy to carve out a place for themselves in a world that doesn’t always want them.    But strange things start to happen in the home they’ve made. Neighbors complain of shadows in the night. Monsters appear that don’t belong. Coincidences line up. Wherever peace and happiness try to grow, there are adversaries who would snuff it out. The love holding their family together just might be the last weapon they have against the evils of the world.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

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@angelfishofthelord you're so creative! You do so much for the fandom with your edits, stories, videos, etc and your thoughts on the angels inspire me!

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#THANK YOU SO MUCH UNKNOWN LOVE #MWAHHHH

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@angelfishofthelord you're so creative! You do so much for the fandom with your edits, stories, videos, etc and your thoughts on the angels inspire me!

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Title: Magdalena

Author: Mme Yersinia

Artist: Robin

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, implied Sam/Rowena

Length: 150000

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, torture, self-harm and suicidal ideation

Tags: Canon-divergent s13, domestic kid fic, complex family dynamics, rural americana, mutual pining, dadstiel, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, redemption arcs

Posting Date: October 25, 2023

Summary: Castiel swore to protect Jack at all costs. If that means taking him away from the dark dungeon of the bunker, and away from the harsh words and hands of Dean Winchester, then so be it. Castiel takes Jack and runs. He finds them a safe town, a battered rental house, a little job and a little life. He wants Jack to have a normal childhood; to grow up safe and loved, not in a windowless basement.  Dean tracks them down, of course. He begs forgiveness, of course. But redemption is a long, slow road. It’s paved with ginger cats and broken-down Hondas, stolen kisses and dusty libraries and bathroom repairs. Dean and Castiel find themselves growing closer in the haze of domesticity. Dean moves from sleeping in the car, to the sofa, to Castiel’s bed. It’s not easy to carve out a place for themselves in a world that doesn’t always want them.  But strange things start to happen in the home they’ve made. Neighbors complain of shadows in the night. Monsters appear that don’t belong. Coincidences line up.  Wherever peace and happiness try to grow, there are adversaries who would snuff it out. The love holding their family together just might be the last weapon they have against the evils of the world.

Excerpt: Castiel takes his lunch break outside whenever the weather allows. He always intends to spend it reading one of the library’s newest additions. Usually he ends up watching other creatures instead. Birds flit back and forth in the courtyard’s ill-kempt bushes. Interesting insects crawl between the boards of the picnic table. A woman a few blocks down is walking her fluffy, prim little dog on a pink leash when Castiel’s phone buzzes. He hopes that it’s the bank calling him back to say there was a mistake, actually, the check has come through. But no: it’s a text from Sam. “You and Jack doing okay?” The midday sun bakes the back of Castiel’s neck, rising a ring of sweat around the collar of his polo shirt. The library dress code is business casual. He’d Googled what that meant after his interview, and then he and Jack had frantically made a trip to the local Goodwill to scrape together a week’s worth of work clothes for him. Jack had found a dinosaur cup for fifty cents, though, so the outing had been successful by more than one standard. Castiel had almost picked out a flannel. The well-worn, faded, familiar stripes caught his eye from the hanger in the men’s row. Fondness and bitterness blended in a strange way in Castiel's grace until Jack caught him staring and asked, “Do you want that one, too?” “We can’t afford it,” Castiel had blurted out, turning away, because by then it was their turn to check out. He stares at Sam’s text message. Above it are a long stream of others, most unanswered. It’s not Sam’s fault. He’s just stuck working damage control. Castiel taps back an answer. “Yes.” It’s not a lie. A few moments pass and Castiel doesn’t put his phone away. He watches a brown-striped bird peck at the remnants of someone’s french fries on the ground. A reply pops up on his screen. “Can you tell me where you are?” Castiel frowns, chews his lip. His break is almost over. He’s got to work on re-filing the historical nonfiction (F through K) when he goes back inside the library. He texts back, “No.” If it was up to him - if there were fewer variables in this nasty equation  - the answer might be different. He doesn’t want Sam trying to visit so he can peer in on their little life that’s trying to grow into the shape of something human. He doesn’t want pitying glances or offers of help. Least of all does he want Dean to know where they are. Dean has no right to that. The phone burbles a reply: “Okay. Let me know if you or Jack need anything. Talk soon.” Castiel stares down at the washed-out screen in the warm glare of sunlight. His bittersweet moroseness feels out of place in such fine weather, butting up against the scalding green of the garden. He gets to his feet and drags his vessel back inside the library. 

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

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#this awakened some deep deep primal feminine rage in me

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"I'm going to tell the baby that they are pretty. My mom never told me I was pretty. Not even once. Even if the baby is ugly, I'll tell them they are pretty."

MASK GIRL (2023) | Ep. 4

#LESBIANISM

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omg he also wrote it im WHEEZING

spnblrs silence on richard siken being a wincestie is deafening

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spnblrs silence on richard siken being a wincestie is deafening

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a little reminder for my aroace/aspec friends:

it's okay to have a crush. it's okay to like someone. it's okay to have a summer fling. it's okay to like romance. it's okay to read and watch romance. it's okay to doubt. it's okay to change. it's okay to undo that change. it's okay to exist.

sexuality is fluid. romantic attraction is fluid. people change. you are still aroace, or whatever you want to be. there is no perfect definition of how to live your life.

Don't let anyone else tell you how to exist. You define yourself.

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some queer people will never end up with a perfect label that describes them 100% and that's okay. sometimes you just go "i dunno i'm just queer" or "i'm a dyke who's a fag who's a drag queen" or "i'm just some guy" and that's okay. you don't always need a label or easy way to describe it if you can't. you can blaze your own trail

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new pride flag for the people who don't know how to respond when asked about their gender identity/pronouns

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Pride in space (part 2)

You can buy these posters here !

part 1 part 3