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Make you mine - No pairing
But you were not my Cas anymore - Pairing : Dean x Castiel (Destiel)
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Make you mine - No pairing
But you were not my Cas anymore - Pairing : Dean x Castiel (Destiel)
No, I'm not like other girls.
I'm like other sleep-deprived people.
Pairing: Slight Dean x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I’ve written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.
“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.
Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.
2 hours earlier
“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.
“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.
She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.
“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”
“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after…ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”
She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.
“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.
“But he…….”
“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”
I gave her a small smile.
“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”
“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.
“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”
She looked at her watch.
“Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.
“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.
Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.
There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
And then I woke up.
Yeah, if only it happened that way.
I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.
“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.
“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.
“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!
Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!
“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”
I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.
“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.
“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.
Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’
I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.
“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”
“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.
I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.
“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”
“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.
“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.
I stared at him through my eyelashes.
“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”
“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.
“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”
“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.
“Padalecki, Dean”
“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”
I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.
“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.
“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe…. Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”
I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.
“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.
“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.
Slowly, the light faded.
And there stood Misha Collins-
No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.
That means, this must…this must be-
“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.
“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no……Sam.
Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.
“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”
“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”
A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.
Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”
I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.
I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,
“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”
Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.
“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.
“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.
Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.
“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.
Now
“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.
“She was asking.…..”
“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.
“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.
“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this…you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you….just….perfect….And I just wanted to…..I mean….. I came back…I came back because…..”
“Because?”
“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”
I don't think this has been made yet ☠
“Hold your breath”
FYI Not from anyones Fanfic
Favorite creature!Cas fic rec list. One of the great joys of destiel AU fics is the many ways Castiel’s otherness can be explored through different species. Here’s some of our favorite creature Cas fics. (Link to creature!cas tag, link to wing!fic tag, link to other destielfanworks rec lists)
Thanks to @castielsgal for giving us permission to use her beautiful art! All fic links go to our tagged reviews.
A Beginner’s Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight [M, 77,200 word count]
A Soliloquy for Two by inferification [M, 30,500 word count]
Aurora Borealis by unoshot [T, 26,500 word count]
Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 43,300 word count]
Convenient Husbands by scaramouche [NC-17, 39,000 word count]
Fairy Verse by cloudyjenn [M, 15,300 word count]
The Marshland trilogy by shipperslist [NC-17, 28,800 word count]
Metaphysical Gravity by zoemathemata [NC-17, 79,000 word count]
Pulling Out The Nails by todisturbtheuniverse [T, 58,200 word count]
True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count]
What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne [NC-17, 55,800 word count]
If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos! And if you found our recs useful, let us know by Liking and/or Reblogging our posts.
And some new additions to creature Cas list! (July, 2021)
25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (ElspethMcGillicuddy)
A Fish Out of Water by MalMuses [NC-17, 65,000 word count]
Ridin’ the Quarantine Out by goldenraeofsun [NC-17, 8,500 word count]
The Siren and the Sea Monster by Ltleflrt [NC-17, 15,200 word cont]
favourite unsettling short stories?
“The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins
“The Scarlet Ibis” by James Hurst
“Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby” by Donald Barthelme
“Hunger Daughters of Starving Mothers” by Alyssa Wong
“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson
“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe
“Haunted House” by Virginia Woolfe
“The Husband Stitch” by Carmen Maria Machado
“The Resling-Bowe House is Haunted” by Yah Yah Scholfield
“Four Ethers” by Yah Yah Scholfield
All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury.
Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut.
Symbols and Signs by Vladimir Nabokov.
Vaster Than Empires and More Slow by Ursula Le Guin.
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Cavanarms - The Flash edition
OMGGGG the colour!!!
WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS, MARVEL???!!!!
Since Loki is dropping in 2 days, so why not🤭
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.
for the constellations of your skin to brush against the earth of mine i would swim the seas a thousand times (please let’s fuck now)
That was beautiful
Pairing: Slight Dean x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I've written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.
“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.
Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.
2 hours earlier
“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.
“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.
She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.
“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”
“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after...ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”
She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.
“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.
“But he…….”
“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”
I gave her a small smile.
“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”
“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.
“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”
She looked at her watch.
“Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.
“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.
Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.
There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
And then I woke up.
Yeah, if only it happened that way.
I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.
“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.
“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.
“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!
Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!
“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”
I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.
“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.
“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.
Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’
I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.
“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”
“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.
I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.
“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”
“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.
“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.
I stared at him through my eyelashes.
“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”
“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.
“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”
“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.
“Padalecki, Dean”
“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”
I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.
“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.
“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe.... Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”
I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.
“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.
“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.
Slowly, the light faded.
And there stood Misha Collins-
No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.
That means, this must…this must be-
“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.
“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no......Sam.
Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.
“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”
“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”
A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.
Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”
I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.
I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,
“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”
Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.
“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.
“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.
Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.
“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.
Now
“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.
“She was asking.…..”
“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.
“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.
“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this...you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you....just….perfect….And I just wanted to.....I mean..... I came back...I came back because…..”
“Because?”
“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”
Rules: Tag 4 mutuals and ask one question.
Tagged by: didn’t
Question: Which one song always gets stuck in your mind?
Question from @wholelottajonesy was ‘what’s a song you hated before but now love?’
Answer: Temporary Secretary - Paul McCartney / McCartney II, 1980
My question for you guys: what’s a band you think people wouldn’t expect you to listen to?
I have no idea I’m pretty predictable but maybe Mother Mother? Probably Pignoise or Leiva maybe just because they are much heavier than the Beatles which is my only personality now so yea
So question for the tag thing whatever: what’s the thing that makes your heart feel warmer than the sun and do seven backflips
Hm. I rarely experience that. But it usually comes when I’m thinking about kissing a girl. Or when I see a picture of George Harrison. Or when I’m creating art (extra points when people are taken back because of it). Also my cats. But my heart doesn’t do seven back flips. It’s more of a “hm that’s good” feeling. This content knowledge of good thing.
Okay my turn:
What’s your favourite part of living on earth?
Such a deep question haha. sometimes I think about it and come to the conclusion that I am afraid of what comes after death (? so the best thing about living on earth is the good things and the good moments like when you start laughing and you feel happy, really happy. Such a dumb answer
My question:
What’s your favourite season of year and why?
I was going to say a split between spring and autumn (because I love he changing seasons) but I realized that would be summer. Warm weather :)
My question: what TV show do you find overrated but is still a good watch?
some mutuals..
Thanks @alohakat <3
My answer: “The Office”, I didn’t like it very much, there’s something about that series that didn’t make me laugh or want to keep watching, but its format is cool, I recommend it because you can like it the opposite of me ;)
My question: what is the first thing you notice about a person?
Thank you again @pauls-broken-a-glass65 you’re amazing! <3
I usually notice a person’s aesthetic first. Whether it be soft and pastely, hard and grungy, or anything in between, I usually notice that. Typically in their stance, fashion, all that fun jazz. It helps me try to see if I would enjoy hanging out with them, or if they have those
Vibes that I don’t need in my life!
My question: What’s something you wish you could relive?
I could relive my birthday when I just turned 18, that’s for sure! 🎉😉
Question for you, @scribbledon-sil, @deez-art, @scribblecate, @thetimelimit, @k-nahriko, @poorlydrawnwarners, @scribblecate, @queerwarnersib, @release-the-bats-creations, @narwitch and @shuunthenonbeliever. Which genre do you prefer listening to the most and why?
A. Hip-Hop
B. R&B
C. Trap
D. House
E. Disco
F. Pop
G. 2-Step/UK Garage
H. Rock
I. New Wave
J. D'n'B/Jungle
K. Grime
L. Drill
and/or
M. Eurodance
P. S. You are allowed to pick more than one answer.
I like listening to Hip Hop/Rock/Experimental Pop!
What was your first favorite cartoon that you remember?
My very first favorite cartoon was Spongebob haha :D
If you could choose one fictional universe to spend the rest of your life in what would it be??
I would probably choose Underland from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland. I just think it’s neat.
What’s a pet that you want, but could never have?
rraven!!! or some sort of corvid
tagging: @arts-corner @reblogging-corner @youbrokehislegwithablockofcement @yeetusmaximustheepic @temple-of-the-arachnids
if a wizard was like, “yo wannna be my apprentice?” and u say yes, what kind of magic u wanna specialize in? (can ve like, fire casting, healing, necromancy, etc.)
Hmmm id go with making weapons with my mind
Whats your favorite way to spend a Friday evening?
naps tumblr and video games gfggghggj
what message would you send through a carrier pigeon if you could?
Ooooooh tysm for tagging me…
I’d probably say something like “arent pigeons just the coolest?”
If you could pick any sea creature to touch, which one would you touch?
Angler fish. Light… shiny….
Which fandom that you aren’t in has corrupted all of your mutuals and clogs your dash?
Some kind of anime? I really don’t know what show it is tho lol
@human-bean-unfortunately @get-me-some-chai-bitch @extremesnaccer @serienty @penn-cil @anyone I accidentally forgot, sorry
Why did you first make tumblr account?
I had pinterest first and I was on pinterest a lot and there was always tumblr screenshots on there like that made up my entire board so I just got it bc it looked cool and fun
whats something that comforts your when you’re upset?
Thomas sanders- simple he’s funny, gay and amazing
My question for you is: hot drinks vs cold drinks which is superior?
It depends on what the drink is….. If it’s hot chocolate then obviously it’s gotta be hot, but if it’s tea it’s gotta be cold, no offense to people who drink hot tea, but cold tea is superior.
My question: cats or dogs?
hmm tough,,,, i love both, but probably cats cause like im actually like a cat, people constantly compare me to a cat
my question: what’s your favorite way to annoy people?
poking someone or calling their name multiple times just to say hi
i don’t even have to try to annoy people, i just do tho
my question for y'all: can you bake? if so, favorite thing to make?
i do bake but not much, i love making banana bread ahajsjjd
question: what food do you least like
tagging: @incorrectspidy @drdarcy-lewis @corvid-hyena @asherisimmortal and anyone else, no pressure
Tyyy izzie :)
A: I hate sea food, all of it, I just don’t wike it
Q: Favorite drink other than water?
Tagging @madame-ree @incorrectpeterparker @unoffical-marvel @canadianhufflepuffavenger and anyone else :)
Thanks for the tag!!
My favourite drink is probably homemade sweet tea :)
Question: memes or gifs and would you mind sharing you favourite?
Thanks for tagging me! 😄
Oof, that’s a hard question but I’d have to say gifs (I have a lot of favs but here’s one I use for ✨that✨ bad day 😂)
Question: Jacket or hoodie?
Thank you!
Hoodddiiiieee
Question: jewelry or no?
Thank you!
Jewellery
Question: Makeup -yes or no?
Thank you!!
Makeup is an yes but on special occasions, not on a daily basis.
Question :Tea ir coffee?
Kill that white supremacist son of a boitch.
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a young, ambitious reporter who throws herself into every report she writes. Getting caught up in the new infamous serial killer in town, she finds herself in situations she shouldn’t be in, putting herself in danger for the perfect story. But luckily, her boyfriend, Sam, is around to keep her safe… and away from the truth.
Rating: 18+ (Dark fic)
Chapter Tags: arousal from murder, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, crime scene photos, smut, p in v, cheating, angst, stranglation, dead body
Chapter WC: 2127
A/Ns: Without tooting my own horn, I think this is my best work yet. I am SO EXCITED for you to read this! <3 - Send me a message to be tagged. My “Always and Forevers” and my “SPN Forevers” will be tagged automatically <3
This fic is complete over on Patreon!
Sam’s POV
WEDNESDAY 2nd NOVEMBER 2005
Sam shuffled in his seat, tugging on the legs of his jeans. The image on the whiteboard ahead suddenly changed from the image of a body washed up on a riverbank to one laying in long grass. The lecturer was talking again, but Sam couldn’t concentrate. His focus was on the rope marks around the woman’s ankles and wrists where she’d clearly been bound. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and she’d been placed there almost carefully. It was like a piece of art. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the vacant look in hers. The image was suddenly gone, and Sam’s mind returned to the room. He realised everyone around him was packing away their things, including Y/N, who always sat next to him in criminology. It was the only lesson they had together, she was studying English, hoping to become a reporter, and Sam was studying Law, hoping to become a lawyer, so Criminology was the only place their studies really overlapped. Sam got on with Y/N from the moment he met her. She was sweet and funny, and shared his weird fascination for crime and murder. Though Sam wondered just how much they shared where that was concerned, as he felt his pants finally start to loosen around his crotch again.
Not usually what I read but damn, this series was so amazing.
Warning : Dark fic