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Good morning!

I finally found a semi updated tag list from my other account.  :)  If I tagged you in this it is because you were on my tag list for anotherwaywardsister.  I have been meaning to post new content for a few weeks, but it just hasn’t worked out.  My life has been busy and moving fast the last three months.  Honestly I haven’t had a lot of time to writing since November nor did I want to continue with my other account for personal reasons.  If you would like for me to remove you from this list just shoot me a message!  I completely understand, things happen and people’s taste change! tehe!  I hope you will continue on my writing journey with me (Dean being my main guy, but with some Sam thrown in…)  If you would also reblog to spread the word just a bit I would appreciate it.  :))

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I’m back and ready for action.

If I tagged you in this post, it is because you were on my old taglist. This is the only version I have of my list so if you would like for me to take you off then just let me know. I am the former @anotherwaywardsister but it was deleted and I finally decided on this username as a replacement. Anyway, I am officially beginning new orginal content this week.

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Finally!!!!!!

The End

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jack, Cas

502 Words

Summary: It’s time to let Dean go.

Warnings: Heavy angst.

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You’re standing there on the boat, Dean’s jacket soaked though with your tears as you sob into his chest. His arms are tight around you, so fucking tight. And you just can’t stop shaking.

This is it, it’s the end. Maybe he doesn’t die - but he’s gone, forgotten in the dark depths of the Pacific.

Sam can’t look at either of you, his own eyes red-rimmed, face swollen from an entire day of sobbing. He’d tried to talk Dean out of it, you both had, but this was Dean’s decision and there was no talking him out of it.

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I hate you for this. But it's sooooo good. But I still hate you for it.

Good Morning Dean Girls

Today’s Theme: Tongue

(feat. Jensen)

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I just….I’m supposed to be…fuck, what was I doing!?

I think about this often.

For twenty years, my depression and anxiety didn’t critically impede my ability to function. It made my life hell, but I went to class and got good grades and had friends. Sure, I had very odd coping mechanisms - like occasionally sleeping outside instead of going back to my dorm room, because I dreaded being in there; or like crying explosively over nothing; or picking fights with my partner about how they should dump me, because I was worthless and probably not going to live very long anyway. Everyone told me I was fine - maybe a bit dramatic, and a bit negative, but fine.

I think a lot about the tipping point. I graduated. I got married. I moved out. And then, the panic attacks came in earnest. The impulse to hurt myself or force other people to hurt me became louder. Because I had no outlet - no high-intensity job, no school structure to force me to get up, nobody to impress or please. It was just me. And I hated me. So, why would I be able to motivate myself to do anything at all? My whole life, I’d been performing at maximum intensity to please others. And I was tired.

It took years of floating in that state - nobody forcing me to get a job or get out of bed - before I realized that I’d arrived. I’d hit the “you can’t function anymore” level that all the therapists finally seem to take seriously.

So, I went into my doctor and said, “I can’t live my life anymore. I need help.”

And she said, “But you’re so well-spoken and self-aware!” I could tell that I was fooling her again, by dressing normally and showering that morning and showing up with all my paperwork in order.

We have to stop pushing people past the point where their illness “impedes their ability to function.” Because we can’t always see it clearly. I’m far past my ability to live a complete and happy life, but I don’t look like it all the time. That doesn’t mean I don’t deserve help. Everyone deserves help. No matter where they’re at - bottom or middle or top of their mental health experience. We can’t dictate that to people; it’s harmful.

Watch out for this with your kids. We’ve had several people say “if it doesn’t impede life at school or home then it’s okay.” I’m not asking about nothing, so I’m getting something done, giving her skills for anxiety before she’s learns how to be invisibly dysfunctional like me:

You won’t know it’s the last straw till after it’s broken your back. Get your straws seen to. ❤️

I’m currently going through this with the DWP to try and get disability benefit.

Because I force myself to take my daughter to school every day, because I force myself to do the grocery shopping. It doesn’t matter if every encounter with other people leaves me in tears, hyperventilating, or how being awake hurts every second - because I force myself to live with the pain, they decide I’m doing just fine and can carry on doing it.

I've been guilty of not seeking help for my mental illnesses because of this thought process. I can get out of bed, so I must not be that depressed. I don't have stereotypical compulsive behaviors, so I can't have OCD. For years I convinced myself that if I could function, then I didn't need to be medicated. Until I had a "severe depressive episode" and was in a locked mental ward for a week. This is a dangerous thought process for both the professional and the patient.

Notes

Summary: “so Dean finds your porn blog on tumblr (because how could he not recognise a close friend and shows sam and the two of them decide to help you finalise some of your more deeper fantasies.. the rest is up to your discretion” - I had an idea for this request, and I’m going with it. Enjoy nearly 5k of PWP, guys.

Pairings: Dean x reader x Sam

Warnings: Smut, threesome, pretty much just pornyMcporn over here. Unprotected sex (wrap it, kids). DP, anal, oral. If you’re all really nice, this might get a sequel with an added character :P

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The first note was on your dresser. You hadn’t been in your room since you left for the hunt three days ago, and you frowned at the small piece of manilla paper, folded neatly in half. Opening it, there were two very familiar lines of writing.

All at once, your cheeks flushed red as you crumpled the note in your fist and looking behind you to the open doorway. You remained alone, but all the same, you felt like you were being watched and you quickly shut the door, twisting the lock firmly and scrambling over to your bed.

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“What do you say, Y/N? Wanna know what it’s really like to fuck a Winchester?”

“Fuck her with your tongue, Dean. Let’s see if we can make her scream.”

THIS WAS HOT AS FUCK!!! JFC Was said many many times…

This is gold standard smut right here

Health Check

We all had a hard day yesterday, so I’m here to check on my fam. How are you holding up? Do you need someone to talk to? Virtual hugs and all my love! I’m here for you.

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@tumbler-tidbits I was sad at first, then anxious about how it's going to end.... now I'm oddly ok with it. How are you holding up with the news? ❤

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DarkApha!Dean ❤❤❤❤

Good Morning Dean Girls

Today’s theme: Singing

(feat. Jensen)

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Oh god rockstar Jensen…. im gonna hyperventilate

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

FANDOM LAW YOU MUST ABIDE

ALWAYS.

I will always reblog this

It’s here again!!!!

EVERY. SINGLE. TUESDAY.

So funny story; I listen to music all night (like I have music going to whole fucking night yo. It helps me sleep or some shit, idk.) So at midnight I was still up and I was just scrolling through Tumblr when RIGHT AT FUCKING 12AM Heat Of The Moment stars blasting through my speakers and I’m just sat there like

It’s a SPN family rule to reblog on Tuesdays!

IT’S TUESDAYYYYY!

Here we go again, hehe. :D 

Somebody posted this at like ten last night and I got my days all sorts of mixed up. I woke up this morning thinking it was Wednesday. 

always reblog this on the most magnificent day know as Tuesday!

And at that day, I swear we were infinite

I’ve yet to find a gif of this moment, so i made my own.

@idabbleincrazy It’s just a pic for me :( 

but HAPPY TUESDAY!

Never. Not. Reblog.

Calling all Supernatural blogs!

Where you at?!  Reblog this if you post anything Supernatural related!!  Doesnt matter if your blog is a fandom cluster-fuck, if you post SPN I wanna follow you.  My goal is to follow every Supernatural blog on Tumblr.  

Every.  Single.  One.

So reblog or like!  I will check the notes every now and then for new people to follow!!  I mean it guys, every SPN blog.  Even if you only reblog SPN stuff. 

Love me Good

Summary - Dean reflects on his attitude toward the woman he loves

Pairings - Dean x reader

Word count - 1,034

Warnings - Angst maybe, Dean is a bit of an ass

A/N - This was written for @wonderfulworldofwinchester #dancinginto1500 Lyric writing challenge. My song was Hard to Love by Lee Brice. This was actually really difficult for me to write. I had a hard time making the story flow so feedback would be greatly appreciated.

I am insensitive, I have a tendency,

To pay more attention to the things that I need

Sometimes I drink to much, sometimes I test your trust,

Sometimes I don’t know why you’re staying with me

I like to watch her as she goes about her daily routine ya know.  Watch her move about and do those common things, like cooking or laundry. Or in this case paying for gas. Mundane things that aren’t connected to hunting or monsters.

Things that don’t make me upset or pissed off. Things that won’t make me yell or punch the wall when she does something stupid. Like risk her life to try and save mine.

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@maddiepants I'm totally going to make my boyfriend read this because it reminds me of us ❤ bravo, girl ❤

From The Ashes- Ch. One

Summary: Dean Winchester is a rich playboy with a few secrets. Living a posh, but empty existence, he never excepted to meet his mate on the subway one cold January morning. Words Count: 1700

General Warnings: Sexual Assault, Violence, Angst, Suicide Attempt, Assault with a firearm, Smut, Adult Language, A/B/O Dynamics. Forced Marking.

Rating: MA

Notes: I will try post the smut chapters to tumblr, but if they are flagged then I will post them exclusively to AO3. I am tagging for this series. Please heed the warnings if you would like a tag.

*Will post on Sundays around 12 p.m. central time zone!* 

Dean wasn’t sure who had decided that life for the high class was supposed to be a luxury.  He had been born into old money and taught that the world was his to bend at his will.  The people around him as well, dolls to be played with as they dance around him in a never-ending sea of worship.  Life was dull and unamusing.  

He snorted as the woman across from him giggled at nothing.  The vaped spill about vacationing for the spring in Pairs ringing for her lips as he shifted forward to throw a large sum bill on the table.  The woman paused before her eyes narrowed into slits as she huffed in annoyance.

“Do I bore you, Winchester?”  She growled through posh emerald lipstick.  Dean chuckled at this and stuck a hand in his pocket before turning away from the woman.  She gave a shrill call of his name as he brushed past the waiter while he took his phone from his pocket.  His eyes swirled with warmth as he noticed a text from his younger brother.  Sam had sent him a picture attached, his niece on her second birthday.  

“Jess is good for the kid.”  He grumbled to himself as scrolled through the endless pictures of the pup, her tiny form perched on his brother’s shoulders as they both laughed.   It made his heart swell with pride at the thought of his brother’s happy ending.  He had gotten away from the empty existence and forged his own path.

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I've been waiting for this one.... so excited *insert squee*