Your child literally reads smut with a straight face while eating breakfast like it's the morning paper.

“October” by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Rupi Kaur

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The Bet - Masterlist

A Jensen x Reader College AU series

Summary: After leaving NYU and your fresh start, you’re headed back to hometown Austin, Texas, to finish your degree at U of T. You found some family, familiar faces and few new ones. One being Jensen Ackles. A good looking guy with a solid friend group and didn’t care much about what frat party he attended or how cool he was. Little did you know, Jensen and your older brother Mike have issues digging much deeper than you thought. Those issues are far more personal and laced with hurtful intentions beyond a game of beer pong and frat boys.

Warnings: ANGST, MIKE IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE, Alcohol Consumption, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Parental Neglect, Mentions of Cancer, Minor Character Death, Threats, Manipulation, Mentions of Cheating, Attempted Sexual Assault Multiple times, Nudity, Male and Female Receiving, Smut, Mentions of girl on girl action, Reader has an undefined sexual orientation. More to be listed in individual parts!

This is definitely a slow burn, ‘oh my god, just tell her’, mutual pining, angsty love story kind of series. 

This series will update every Tuesday and Sunday at 8pm EST starting June 1st!

Part 1 - Tell Me a Secret

Part 2 - Taking Matters into Your Own Hands

Part 3 - Closer

Part 4 - Texas Thunderstorm

Part 5 - If You Hurt Her

Part 6 - Not Awkward

Part 7: Do you Kiss on the First Date?

Part 8: This is Your Out

Part 9: This is Going Somewhere

Part 10: Opening up and Letting You In

Part 11: Meet the Parents

Part 12: The Whole Damn Book

Part 13 will be out tonight at 8pm EST

This one is … interesting

I don’t have words for this. It’s so fucking good and it makes my day to see these notifications pop up on my phone! Part 13 was pretty heartbreaking but I know that whatever you do with their tale will be amazing! Go check this out! 🧡🤞🤘

Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.

At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.

Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.

It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.

The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.

Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.

Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.

His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.

An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.

The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.

Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.

Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.

According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”

Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.

In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History

In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.

Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.

https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/

Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney

New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen

Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton

You know, when you think about it, Dr. Courney might have saved some 6000 babies in his life time - but if he pioneered the methods that we still use today, then he's saved every preemie baby since too.

Good Morning - Chapter 18 (FIN)

Coffee shop!AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, owner of Dean’s Beans is living a humble and quiet life. Roasting beans and selling coffee in his little shop is what makes him happy. When she walked into his shop four months ago, his life changed, but is it for better or worse?

Chapter Warnings: Flangst

WC: 1607

Beta’d by: @deanwanddamons <3

Series Masterlist ~ SPN Masterlist

Buy me a coffee

Tuesday, November 10th

Dean’s alarm goes off at 5 AM like it usually does. But lately, it has been harder for him to get out of bed. Well, it has been harder for him to do anything at all. 

He schlepps his aching body to the bathroom, takes a cold shower to wake him up, even though he doesn’t want to be up at all.

Yet, he still gets up every day. Still opens his shop every day, tries to occupy every fucking hour and he keeps on wondering, if today’s the day where she will show up and forgive him. 

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Okay but if you haven’t already you need to binge this! Like NOW. All of her stories are amazing, and they are never the same. I was bouncing between Golden Cage and this, and it’s two totally different plot lines that still capture Dean so well. 🧡🤘🤞🙏 love love loved this.

The Fear That Remains

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Endverse!Dean x Female!Reader

Written for: @cosicas-cuquis​ for my 800 follower celebration

A/N: A softer Dean than you’d imagine in the apocalypse. Too many euphemisms, because I like being vague. Oral train ahead, toot toot! Over three times as long as it was supposed to be, seriously. xoxo

Beta’d by the incomparable @there-must-be-a-lock​

Thank you, Lou! I know I try too hard and it comes out wonky, but you let me be me until it doesn’t make sense anymore. xoxo

           She wakes to find Dean in her leanto sometime after midnight. Oddly calm, she squints in the yellow lantern light, dumbfounded to see him there, practically out of thin air, like a ghost. She knows he barely sleeps, but hers is not a place he’s ever broached, her shower curtain doors their own formidable barriers. Dean’s hands are buried in his pockets and he’s looking everywhere but directly at her.

           They had a rough day, even for living in the aftermath of an apocalypse. Their team of six were completely blindsided by Croats scavenging an old foundry for explosives. She nearly bit it and had to fight tooth and nail to get back to the rendezvous point. Dean was the only one waiting when she made it back. She expected to be ripped a new one by her commander. But he had been eerily quiet. Luckily for her nerves, Cas, who turned up at the last minute, had been extra talkative on the trek back to camp. 

         She didn’t want to rehash the day’s events.

“Hey, boss. Whatcha need?” She tosses her legs over the threadbare cot and settles into her unlaced boots.

Now Dean’s fiddling with the collection of sea glass she keeps on the support beam above her weapons chest.

“Can I ask you something?” He sounds a thousand miles away, unlike any tone she’s ever heard him use.

She nods, throat thickening with the unknown.

“Do you get scared anymore?” Dean looks at the ceiling. “I’d thought I’d lost that, that gut-wrenching, cold water down your back, kind of panic a long time ago, y'know? Don’t have time for fear. It’s been kill or be killed for so long.”

He meets her eyes for the first time since he woke her up, something in his reminds her he’s only in his mid thirties, and not the timeless general his usual gravitas portrays.

“I was scared today,” Dean admits in a ragged voice. “I was so fucking scared we’d lost you.”

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Ugh this was so good!! Loved every bit of it! 🧡😍🤌

Falling For You Masterlist

Main Masterlist

 After being burned before, you had sworn off finding love for now. Coming home from work one night there is a strange man pounding on your door.  Neither of you knew what this meeting would lead to.  AU

Part 1- Meeting

Part 2- October

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I might have spent the whole day reading this when I should have done adult things, but man is it so so good!! I cannot wait for your upcoming parts!! 🧡🤌🥺😍

Source : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8HKfkJMb2Q

“Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart”

😍 I cannot wait for the next album to come out!

DEAN WINCHESTER + playlist

I literally love this so much 😍🧡🧡 amazing

Dear Y/N

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety, self-hate, Implied self-harm, Mention of Depression, This is meant to be a positive letter. The letter is from whoever you chose. 

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For anybody else that might have needed this like I did. 🧡⚓️

I’m constantly surprised by how much energy people put into hating things and other people. Like, who has that kinda time?

This really resonated with me today. Food for thought.

Mechanic And Mistletoe Masterlist

Summary: Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day?

Universe: Mechanic AU

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: Slow build, Mechanic AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst. Each chapter will have individual warnings.  A/N: Series will start posting on 06/01/2021. No idea how many chapters it will be yet. Let’s see how it goes! Send me an ask here if you want to be tagged.  Series beta’d by @winchest09​. Aesthetic also done by her. She is my cheerleader, bestie and constant support. 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

TBC 

I am in love with this story. Obsessed may be a better word. I wanna read it all now, but it’ll make the victory even sweeter to wait and really feel the slow burn. Amazing. 🧡😩🥺😍🤘

Perfect Handwriting Examples That’ll Give You An Eyegasm

that fuckin alien ass mystique handwriting stealing demon kinda terrifies me

Yeah they just kind of buried that in there like whatever

My Beloved

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary:

The Reader decided to be bold and flirt with Jensen, and it backfired. She thinks it’s because he doesn’t feel the same, but is it really why?

Warnings:

Drunk!Reader, Flirty!Reader, Gentleman!Jensen, angst in the beginning, cussing?, fluff.

Word count: 802

A/N:

This is for Bee’s 2K Challenge, my prompt is #14, “ You’re half dressed and saying call me up. ”

Hope you enjoy and thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr for letting me participate!

Completely Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

He was mesmerized by her, eyes glued to the woman’s figure as she twisted and turned to the beat blasting on the club’s speakers.

The way her leather costume hugged her body, it was making Jensen’s dick twitch painfully.

And when she ran her hands over her breasts, looking right at him while doing so, Jensen knew he was a goner.

But he stayed in place, unsure if he should jump at the opportunity to get closer, after all, that was his costar (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) dancing seductively over there.

Did he like her, of course, but in a more intimate way and the thought of having her withering underneath him, it was sinful to even begin with.

He had no idea if she was truly interested or just being bold from the alcohol.

Either way, Jensen wouldn’t take advantage of (Y/N), it was wrong.

As if she had heard his thoughts, she came right towards him, lips curled into a smirk as she pressed her chest against his.

With the heeled boots, (Y/N) was standing at the right height to be able to whisper in his ear without standing on her toes.

“ Wanna dance?” She asks in a sultry tone and Jensen could tell the woman had too much to drink. His co-star was never this bold when sober.

“Come on Jay, I know you want to, you’ve been watching me all night.“

Jensen’s mind was resisting but his body betrayed him, the strain in his jeans becoming an issue and it didn’t help that (Y/N) was pushing her body against his.

Breasts to his chest, giving Jensen the perfect view looking down but being the gentleman he was, the actor kept resisting.

And after a while, (Y/N) sighed and backed off.

She stepped back and walked off, clearly embarrassed that Jensen was rejecting her.

“I was an idiot Jar, how the hell am I gonna live this down? You said be bold!” (Y/N) hissed, seeing Jensen walking towards the and she quickly excused herself saying coffee was calling her.

Jensen sighed and placed his coffee on the table, running after (Y/N). Grabbing her arm, he turned the actress around and gave a small smile.

“Hey,”

Unable to meet his eyes, (Y/N) casted her gaze to the floor, cheeks burning with heat.

“ (Y/N/N), if you’re embarrassed about last night, don’t be.” Jensen says, cupping both her cheeks as she started to cry.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of ok sweetheart? Cause seeing you as one of DC’s most hottest comic book characters, I had trouble resisting.”

(Y/N) sniffled, glancing up with puffy eyes. Was Jensen telling this to cover up the fact she was rejected or did he possibly feel the same way?

“ I wanted to kiss you right then and there, but cause you were drunk, it wasn’t the right time.” He kissed her temple, a warm smile forming on his lips.

“You…you liked it? It wasn’t slutty?”

“Quite the opposite actually, you could be wearing a garbage bag and I’d find you beautiful. Cause it’s not really about the outside part babygirl, it’s the inside that really counts.” His lips brushed against hers softly, testing the waters and (Y/N) wasted no time to close the small gap.

Picking her up, Jensen held (Y/N) and rushed to his trailer, laying her out on the bed sheets.

“Sorry, I don’t want an audience.” He mumbles, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling.

“I can understand that, but you had me confused for a moment.” Laying on her side to face Jensen, she smiled and kissing his cheek.

“But, to summarize, you like me right?”

“That’s right sweetheart, so when you’re half dressed or in a trash bag,”

He towers over her, lips pressed against (Y/N)’s neck.

“Call me up my beloved.”

Scrunching up her nose, (Y/N) groaned. “Do not say those words in the same sentence again, please.”

“That’s Talia’s trademark line, excluding the first for words. Come on sweetheart you dressed up as her character, how are you not aware of this?” He argued back playfully, giving her a silly grin.

“I am well aware mister, but you said it wrong so shush, I want more kisses.”

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Love this. Check out the rest of Yas’s work because it is JAW- DROPPING 🧡👌🤞🤘😍

I feel the exact same! When I was little I always wanted my sister to do my hair, and as I got older I learned how to do it myself. I think it would intrigue him to see French braiding, that’s my go-to, and I’ve gotten good enough to do it without using a mirror. I think that’s something that takes skill and he’d quickly come to realize it when he’s learning. 🧡🤘