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Don’t worry. They still have to go to court.
But guess what? There’s something you didn’t know about the vote.
You heard me right. Eric Schneiderman, American lawyer, said in Twitter: “I will sue to stop the FCC’s illegal rollback of #netneutrality. New Yorkers and all Americans deserve a free and open internet.”
Not only do we have another ally, but now we know that the vote wasn’t supposed to happen.
Disney Princesses as sloths.
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The boys edged towards the doorway, both listening for your voice. You had snuck into the house without them and when they finally realized where you had gone, they feared what they would find. You against twelve vampires left a lot to their imaginations. A lot more than they wanted to think about. A hiss in the living room broke the silence throughout the house. “Y/N!” The brothers called out your name as they sprinted down the hall. When they turned the corner, they screeched to a halt in the doorway. You were standing in the center of the room, surrounded by twelve bodies and twelve severed heads. You winked at them as you rested your machete against your shoulder. “Took you guys long enough.” The Winchesters looked at each other, then back at you. Both of their mouths hung open as their eyes roved over the mess you had made, both in the room and on yourself. Gore was splattered all over your clothes and even flecked throughout your hair. You grinned, motioning to the corpses with your machete. “Well, you gonna help me clean this up or what?” They both straightened, looking at each other again. Dean eyed you, “Yeah, sure thing, Buffy.” As he walked past you, he gestured to your shirt, “Got a little Spike on you there.”
Ship- Spike x Reader
Warning- Mention of sex in a graveyard
I was pulling myself out of the grave, stepping onto the slightly dead grass. My jacket was falling off my shoulders but I pulled it back up; guarding my shoulders and upper arms from the blistering cold. My boots crunched in the leaves falling onto the muddy ground but I felt a presence popping back up from behind the open grave and a voice call out from behind me.
“Come on pet, you’re really leaving straight away?” I heard. Huffing, I turned around as I tugged my coal black hair out of the leather of my jacket. The bleach blonde vampire was leaning on the edge of the grave, red shirt carelessly thrown over his shoulders even though there was basically no need for it. He had an expectant look on his face, keeping his eyes on my slightly flushed face and partially messed up hair.
“I need to go Spike, Buffy will be wondering where I’ve gone.” I said, kneeling by where Spike was waiting. He let out a groan and threw his head back in boredom. “I told you this can’t happen everyday. I still have a job.” I finished.
“But it’s nighttime, you don’t have the nightshift tonight.” Spike pleaded, but it wasn’t in a desperate way, or at least it was, just not in the puppy dog adorable pleading way. More in the lusty teenage boy way. “Come on, stay with me tonight. Buffy can hang out with Willow for once.” Finally I gave in, and let me legs fall back into the grave. Spike backed away, smirk on his face as I completely lowered myself into the hole in the ground. The empty coffin was still open, showing the remnants of Spike’s clothes. He once again lowered my jacket, letting his hands linger on my arms and I turned around, once again giving him a sweet kiss. He pulled me down into the plush satin lining of the empty coffin and continued to kiss me.
A knocking at your door was the source of what had awoken you. Having fallen asleep on the couch, you check your phone seeing it was 2am. With a huff you pushed yourself up and made your way to the door. As soon as you opened it Spike walked inside. “The stupidity of some people is unbelievable” he said as you closed the door, eyebrows furrowed. “There should be a limit to how stupid a person can be before they can be ruled as useless” he nodded as he made his way to your living room. “Spike, what’s wrong?” you asked, walking after him taking a seat on the couch next to where he sat. “Nothing darling, I’ve over the moon at how Angelus has been going wild” he said sarcastically. “Hey, you know that I’m here for you to always talk to, but that doesn’t mean you take your anger out on me” you nodded. Spike sighed, looking down briefly before back up to you. “I’m sorry. thank you for always speaking to me, even at…” he trailed off looking at his watch. “Two in the morning, God my timing is terrible” he said shaking his head. “It’s fine” you smiled. “No matter what time it is, I’d prefer you to come and wake me so we can talk, rather than you bottling it up” you assured him.
A/N: Sam’s daughter is here! (you should read the first part if you don’t know what I’m talking about and grammar errors can appear.) And it’s a girl too! And OMG, I totally imagine Dean completely cute with the reader XD. Oh and Castiel’s babies will be twin baby boys in the last headcanons !
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First trimester:
- You knew that this baby is not the first child of Dean.
- But anyway, you’ve conceived her with love so…
- Emma doesn’t count at all. For both of you.
- Dean was… Surprised, also scared and happy to know the new.
- OMG Dean was so scared to be a bad father.
- You know… Because of his… Impulsive side.
- And because of his dad too.
- Honestly, Sam’s was the first one to recognise that you were pregnant.
- Because his wife was having the same behaviour.
- He and you were also happy to know that his child will not be alone.
- And Sam is fucking enjoyed by the fact that he’s gonna be an uncle too.
- Castiel was already knowing the sex of your child. But he didn’t want to tell you, because he’d found this amusing.
- Sam’s wife was counselling you, things to do and not to do.
Second trimester:
- Happily, your child wasn’t a danger for you, compared to Sam’s wife when she was pregnant.
- Dean was fuckin’ happy to know it.
- He’d begun to be worried about your health and life too.
- When he’d seen in which state the wife of his brother was…
- You know the sex! It’s a girl too!
- “Another Winchester’s baby girl.” Said Dean with a smile.
- Honestly, he completely doesn’t care about the sex, if his child was alright, it’s okay.
- DEAN IS SO MUCH CARING OF YOU GOSH.
- Always rubbing your stomach, kiss you when no one’s looking.
- You were surprised that Dean talk very much at the baby.
- “I want her to know her dad’s voice when she’s gonna be here.” He’d defending himself.
- “Oh, and the entire family.”
- You two kissing a lot at bed too, Dean’s always found you beautiful, a goddess for him.
- “Your pregnancy is not going to prevent us doing… Kinky things.” He whispered to one of your ears.
- The second trimester is always the part that the woman founds herself beautiful generally.
- So, you were totally agreed for doing “Kinky things”.
- Dean’s found you really beautiful. Even naked.
- Your hair grown, your nails too, your skin was more beautiful than ever.
- Dean is so gentle, full of tenderness.
- He was scared to hurt you, he could admit it.
- So, making love was just the perfect cliché of the “Romantic Couple”.
- But cute as hell.
- And at last, he kissed all upper part of your body, all parts of your face, your arms, shoulders, breast, belly…
- And finally, a long kiss on your lips.
Third trimester:
- You felt like… Your life was going to be a hell.
- Until that baby is born.
- Your belly was huge. Your baby was like Dean: Impulsive too.
- Her movements were unpredictable.
- So, it always surprised you.
- But Dean’s loves it.
- “She is going to be like me.” He said proudly.
- Your bed was your best friend.
Birth:
- Compared to Sam’s daughter, your baby was more like you than to Dean’s.
- Your hair colour, your eye colour too…
- “No matter. She’s perfect.”
- And he kissed you slowly and gently.
- Holding her against his chest, kissing her forehead and talking to her.
- She was really smiling.
- You have a family now.
Notes: I will probably add Jack in the rest of the chapters. Short Story
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After buying christmas decorations, the three of you arrive the same day to the bunker. You enter with two full bags of decoration. You placed them on the nearest table and start taking the stuff out.
“Where do we start decorating?"
"Hold on there…” Dean catches your attention, “…there is no ‘we’ in this.”
“Of course there is no weed…” you joke trying to get Sam and Dean to actually help you and not leave you to do all the work, “…Come on and help me since both of you are tall trees.”
Dean gives you an annoyed glance and turns to Sam. Sam just shrugs his shoulder because they are not getting out of this one. You walk to the other side of the room and trip on a box making Sam and Dean laugh at your clumsiness.
“What the hell is this?” You look at the box. Once you opened it your eyes widen, “…oh my Chuck!”
“What is it?” Sam ask.
You grab the card that was in the box. 'From Crowley’ it read. You smile happily and start making a mess with what he got you.
“Thank you Crowley!”
“You’re welcome, love” Crowley appears out of nowhere.
“Seriously Crowley? You got her a BOX of glitter?” Dean knew what kind of mess you will make with the glitter.
“She seems to like it” Crowley sat on a chair.
“She is happy” Sam point out, looking at you making a mess with all the glitter.
It’s not just a box, it’s a BIG box of glitter. You perfectly fit in. How could you resist on not making a mess.
“Y/N, same some for later love” with a snap of Crowley’s fingers, all your mess was clean and all the glittter you had thrown out was back in the box.
“You’re right…” You stand up brushing some glitter off your jeans, “….Come on you three.”
“I have Hell to-”
You cut off Crowley, “No no no no no. You are helping.”
Crowley snaps his fingers but he was still in the bunker, “What did you moose and squirrel do?”
Dean raised his hands, “Don’t look at us. She is the one who is keeping you here.”
Crowley looks at you expecting an answer.
“I control who enters or leaves the bunker…” You smile and pass the cleaning supplies to the three, “…now let’s clean!”
~~~
After cleaning you guys started to decorate. Of course Crowley with a snap of his finger would finish his part fast but you make him do more stuff.
“Crowley! Stop snaping your fingers. There is no fun finishing things quickly” You stomp your foot.
“Fine, love.”
Crowley thought about what you said. You were right. It will be more fun to mess with the others so with a snap of his fingers, he made Sam and Dean wear christmas onsies.
“Hey!” Sam and Dean said at the same time.
“What? It’s almost the holiday.”
You walk in, “Oh my! I love your onesie Sam.”
“Thanks.”
“Where did you get yours Dean?” You ask curiously as you untangle some lights
“It was not my idea!”
Castiel appear out of nowhere, “Hello De- what are you wearing?”
“Crowley! Give me back my clothes!”
You told Crowley not to listen to him and to help you with the lights.
After moments of silence, Cas speaks up,
“I want one.”
“What Cassy?” You ask not really paying attention.
“What Sam and Dean are wearing.”
“No, you really don’t Cas…” Dean said as he hangs some mistletoe on the door frame, “…Is this really necessary?”
“Yes Dean! It’s part of the tradition” You said hanging the lights you untangle with Crowley.
Cas snaps his finger and he was in a christmas onsie full of angels.
“Aweee. You look great Cas” You smile at him.
Cas returns the smile, “Thanks.”
“Snap me a onesie too!”
Cas snaps his fingers and you were now dress in a cute red and white christmas onesie.
“Thanks Castiel!”
“Wait…"Sam paused, ”…what about Crowley?“
"Me? No!” Crowley replies.
You turn to Cas, “…make him a cute one Cas!”
Cas snaps his fingers once more and Crowley was dressed in a cute blue onsie.
“NOW WE ARE ALL ONE…SIES. Get it? One as in one-sies?” You turn around to expect any reaction but frown when you get none, “…grinch-es.”
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Characters: Castiel X Sister!Winchester Reader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 795
A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 10 Prompt Item - Eggnog. A craving for eggnog leads to a surprising revelation. Overprotective brothers and angelic fluff. Warning for descriptions of nausea/vomiting!
“I told you not to drink the gas station eggnog.” Dean holds the hair out of your face, loose locks bunched in a fist hovering at the nape of your neck as you evacuate the contents of your stomach on the roadside. He avoids looking at the frothy off-white aftermath of the beverage oozing on the gravel. It’s probably a good thing, or he’d notice the speckles of foam splattering his shoes. “Isn’t that right, Sammy?” he shouts over his shoulder in the direction of the Impala.
Sam is too far away to hear what Dean said, but he has his suspicions and rudely gestures out the open window, a fake smile plastered on his mien.
“Told him not to eat the gas station sushi that one time. Only safe bet is nachos…”
Written for the spn advent challenge by @webcricket today’s prompt was Christmas Disaster
Written on mobile - quick and unedited. All mistakes are my own
This was not how you expected Christmas to go. You’d had the whole day planned out; breakfast with your brothers and Jack and Cas in the morning, before giving out the presents and then heading down to Jody’s for lunch with everyone and staying there for the week to see in the New Year.
All those plans has gone out the window when some angels had taken you as bait to lore out Jack.
When you came to, you were tied to a chair in some damp and mouldy motel room with two angels in front of you.
“If I’m not back home for Christmas, I’m gonna be so pissed,” you gritted out, pulling at the ropes around your wrists behind the chair, teeth clenching at the rough burning sensation against your skin.
“You’ll be dead before then,” the female smirked, squatting down in front of you with her angel blade in hand, “the nephilim will show up with your brothers and that sad excuse of an angel you call your boyfriend. Then, we’ll take the kid and kill the rest of you, all in time to see in Christmas morning.”
Before you had a chance to respond, the other angel hit you in the back of the head with the handle of his blade, knocking you out cold as the darkness surrounded you.
Guys, please be careful to vet that what you choose to signal boost is actually accurate. I’m seeing a lot of well-intentioned posts today about Net Neutrality that are likely to do just as much harm as good due to misinformation in them.
For instance, we are not all suddenly shouting that the sky is falling because the FCC has PASSED the bill abolishing Net Neutrality and the changes are to be put in place some time this month. As claimed by one post I just saw with over 5,000 notes already. This is simply, unequivocally NOT true, and it can actually get in the way of the call to action that very post made, asking people to call and email their congressmen, because a lot of people who see that might think “what’s the point, if its already passed?”
It hasn’t. Chairman Ajit Pai of the FCC unveiled in April his proposed plan to strike back the Net Neutrality regulations Obama’s administration passed in 2015, and which have since 2015 been upheld by the courts in the face of Republican opposition’s attempts to claim they overreached. What has people shouting the sky is falling NOW is because yesterday (November 21st) is when the date of the official vote on this proposed plan was announced. That date is December 14th.
Which means there IS still time to affect the outcome of the vote. People are pessimistic about the chances of this vote because the FCC board is held by a Republican majority at the moment, but make the passing of this bill seem toxic enough to other Republican interests and there is still a chance to keep it from passing.
Which is still a hell of a lot better than assuming the bill has already passed and that there’s really no point.
We have until December 14th to kick up enough of a fuss that the Republicans on the FCC board think twice about voting for this bill. And even after that, there are still legal recourses. The courts have refused to uphold other bills Trump’s administration has attempted to pass as overreaching, unconstitutional, and/or in opposition of the true will of the people - just as the Republicans attempted to do back in 2015 when the FCC under Obama passed the Net Neutrality laws in the first place.
This does not mean be complacent. This does not mean assume enough other people will raise enough of a fuss without adding your voice to the mix. It simply means THERE IS STILL TIME TO ACT. The sky may be falling, but until it finishes falling, there’s still a chance to catch it instead.
Now that I have your attention, please get #NetNeutrality back on trending! Spears the word, share links, meme about it, just please get it back on trending because it’s important.
I will not apologize for spamming my blog with Net Neutrality related posts, because if it gets repealed; I will loose my internet. I will loose connection with my friends, family, and a huge chunk of my education. Please please please please please PLEASE! At least get Net Neutrality back on trending. Don’t wait until its to late to do it!
Because if we loose Net Neutrality, Bye Bye fanfiction, fan art, videos, and memes. We will loose it all.
Stop being distracted by the holidays for five minutes to get Net Neutrality trending again. Make a ruckus, stir the pot, just do something PLEASE!!!!
And yes, I’m hashtaging all these fandoms because then maybe more people will see this and listen to me. Because if Net Neutrality goes down, so does all of this!
👉 Cards Against Humanity is sending billboard trucks to Net Neutrality protests around the country today. This is our last chance to make calls. Dial 202-759-7597 now to learn more.
someone save Misha
today is my birthday I'm 24
Gif source: Dean
Imagine having to be on bed rest because you were badly injured on a hunt so Dean decides to keep you entertained so you’ll cooperate.
——— Request for anon ———
You were sullen, arms crossed in annoyance as you sat on the bed after having been strictly told that you weren’t going to be finishing the hunt with the Winchesters. Logically, you knew you were in no shape to go after the thing that had put you in this state to begin with, but prideful revenge had you wanting to finish this yourself. You’d fully expected to be abandoned in the bunker while the two brothers finished it for you, but when a knock on your door revealed Dean with two plates of food in his hands, you found yourself proved otherwise.
“What are you still doing here?” you question as he kicks the door slightly closed behind him, eyeing him suspiciously, “I thought Sam said you were going.”
“Well, turns out I’m staying,” Dean shrugs, tapping you with his knee when he comes to the edge of the bed in a sign for you to scoot over. He hands you a plate, which you realize has a pretty good-looking sandwich on it, “Sam and Cas can handle this. Besides, you can’t be trusted to stay put.” He raises a brow at the defiant look that gets him, keeping you from piping up a rebuttal, “Don’t even argue on that! Remember, in Denver, when you were supposed to sit that witch-hunt out? Came after us, then, too, even though we said—”
“I get it!” you huff, “But I get bored here without you guys! What am I supposed to do on bed-rest anyway? I feel so unproductive!”
“Leave that to me!” Dean nods, dipping into the bed beside you and scooping the remote to your television from the nightstand, “I’ve been tasked with keeping you entertained.”
“Oh, really?” you couldn’t help your amusement from showing through with a smile. “How do you plan on doing that, Winchester?”
Dean smiles reflexively at that, one of the rare ones that you only witnessed when he was truly relaxed, resulting in crinkles at the corner of his eyes and an energetic anticipation behind them, “Just you wait. I’m full of ideas.”
Imagine:-
Seeing Sam and Dean again after they thought you died.
“I never thought I’d see you two work such a simple case like this, guys” The Winchesters froze hearing a familiar voice behind them.
They both turned to face the source of the voice. Their mouths went dry. Their words caught in their throats. They were both shocked to see their friend, who they thought died, standing in front of them leaning against a wall arms crossed with a familiar smile on her/his lips.
“What’s wrong boys? Cat got your tongue?”
