name: marika
age: twenty-one
location: portland

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I don’t think I’ll be online tonight but I hope yall and your beautiful faces have fun or whatever. 

skywalkingsamwinchester:

They’re cleaning up their backyard after hosting a late summer cookout, wine glasses and napkins here there and everywhere, the patio lights not quite outshining the fireflies and Sam looks beautiful, hair tied back and Cas can’t help but go to him, cleaning the grill as he feels Cas’s hands go under his shirt and scritch down his sides, kissing the nape of his neck and for the moment Sam forgets all about his task and focuses on his husband’s touch instead, leaning back and Cas guides him over to one of the patio chairs, sitting him down and getting to his knees, murmuring “wanted to taste you all night” as he pulls Sam’s light blue shorts off and tosses them aside, mouthing at his hardening dick through his boxerbriefs and the moonlight reflects off of Cas’s so black it’s almost blue hair as he swallows Sam all the way down to the base.

fabbington:

"Mary Morstan was stillborn in October 1972. Her gravestone is in Chiswick Cemetery where – five years ago – you acquired her name and date of birth and thereafter her identity."

insp. (x)

If you don’t love Geoff Ramsey then remember that whilst changing his surname to his stepfather’s he was informed that changing his other names wouldn’t cost extra. So he legally changed his middle name to Lazer.
zackisamoosed:

Megstiel Camp Counselors AU for marikah

Meg and Castiel have been camp counselors for years at Garth’s Camp for Youngsters. Castiel enjoys interacting with children and teaching them whereas Meg likes being able to have a sense of immature fun all the time (She’s the counselor that lets the older kids have all the illegal fun). 
Since their first summer staying in the counselors’ cabin, Meg and Castiel have tumbled together sexually. Castiel’s kind heart and Meg’s fierceness drew the other to irresistible attraction. Between canoeing and wilderness training, they would sit together and just be.
On a quiet night, Meg strokes Castiel’s hair while he lays across her lap. He’s managed to tangle twigs and dirt in it like he always does. Meg swears Castiel is just an overgrown child in his enthusiasm for camp events and nature. Castiel sighs as Meg begins using her nails to scrape his scalp. 
Throughout the night, they shift and curl closer and closer together. Castiel blows Meg’s hair while he plays with her fingers. It’s just like so many of their evenings, and Meg noses against Castiel’s jaw. She asks him if he’d like to make their relationship a year round arrangement; she misses her unicorn when they leave at the end of each summer to return to their homes.

zackisamoosed:

Megstiel Camp Counselors AU for marikah

Meg and Castiel have been camp counselors for years at Garth’s Camp for Youngsters. Castiel enjoys interacting with children and teaching them whereas Meg likes being able to have a sense of immature fun all the time (She’s the counselor that lets the older kids have all the illegal fun). 

Since their first summer staying in the counselors’ cabin, Meg and Castiel have tumbled together sexually. Castiel’s kind heart and Meg’s fierceness drew the other to irresistible attraction. Between canoeing and wilderness training, they would sit together and just be.

On a quiet night, Meg strokes Castiel’s hair while he lays across her lap. He’s managed to tangle twigs and dirt in it like he always does. Meg swears Castiel is just an overgrown child in his enthusiasm for camp events and nature. Castiel sighs as Meg begins using her nails to scrape his scalp. 

Throughout the night, they shift and curl closer and closer together. Castiel blows Meg’s hair while he plays with her fingers. It’s just like so many of their evenings, and Meg noses against Castiel’s jaw. She asks him if he’d like to make their relationship a year round arrangement; she misses her unicorn when they leave at the end of each summer to return to their homes.

garrisonbabe:

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au


Hayley Atwell guest stars as Agent Peggy Carter in Agents of SHIELD 2x01 "Shadows" (x)

Hayley Atwell guest stars as Agent Peggy Carter in Agents of SHIELD 2x01 "Shadows" (x)

hyperlink37:

talents include looking 12 and saying thank you to the bus driver

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. 

sammysalive:

Continued from x

Castiel hadn’t touched the other boy at all yet, but when he looked at Sam, who was gazing up at the stars and talking about why the constellations have names and stories and mean so much, it… felt like touching. There was air between them, and there was none of that awkwardness that comes from wondering how close is too close, how sweaty your palms are, how not to be anxious with every movement. There was just… a connection. Like something in the stars above them and the earth below them and the air between them was making sure that they’d always be near enough to each other for comfort. Like no matter how far apart they were, they’d be okay, and they’d be together.

He wasn’t used to this. He was used to girls who touched his hair and his arm, who laughed when he shied away. He was used to guys who crowded him against walls, who boxed him in and looked at him expectantly. He was used to saying he didn’t want to be touched at all, because it was too hard to explain how to touch him right. But maybe with Sam, it could be different.

"Sam…" He knew he was interrupting, but Sam didn’t seem to mind. Just looked over with a smile.

"Sorry, I was rambling, wasn’t I?"

"No, not at all. Well, maybe a little, but I do that, too. I was just wondering…" He took a deep breath. "Did you want to kiss me? When you first saw me at the party. Did you think about it?"

Sam turned on his side to look at Cas fully. They’d moved from the car to the ground, and Cas could see Sam’s nose twitch in the moonlight as a blade of grass tickled him. He almost wanted to kiss that nose then, just for a second.

"Yeah, I did," Sam answered. "I mean, I like kissing, and that’s what everybody expected. And I think I’d like kissing you. But you looked like you didn’t want to."

"That’s it? You didn’t kiss me because you didn’t think I’d want to?"

"Of course." Sam frowned. "I didn’t need any other reason."

"I don’t like kissing."

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Really. I promise, it’s okay. I like it, but that doesn’t mean I have to do it or that I’d ever make you.”

The cold made the stars bright and Cas shiver. He pulled his coat tighter around himself with one hand and twisted the other in the grass between himself and Sam. They were both quiet for a moment.

"Can I hold your hand?" Cas whispered, almost afraid of his own wanting, afraid of asking for anything that might open a door. But Sam had said he wouldn’t make Cas kiss him, and that meant something.

Sam didn’t take Cas’s hand. Instead, he reached out to him and rested his hand in the grass, palm upward, offering. Cas looked at him for a moment, looked at the way the moonlight made Sam seem ethereal and bright, at the gentle way he smiled, with no expectation in his eyes, then he threaded their fingers together. Warmth spread through him, and he smiled. It wasn’t too much, but it was everything.

"Tell me about Orion," he said, and they both turned to look up at the stars.

waterbird13:

But what if Sam and Benny aren’t sharing a bed yet, their relationship has really just begun, and Sam goes to Benny’s room in the Bunker one day, looking for him. He’s out, but Sam decides to wait for him.

It takes Benny a while to get back and when he does it’s to find Sam in his bed, asleep sprawled across it and it’s just so endearingly cute, so instead of waking Sam up he gets the blankets over him and tucks him in.

Sam hasn’t invited him to share a bed yet and Benny is too much of a gentleman to do anything without asking, so he quietly shuts the door and leaves the room, figuring he’ll sleep on the couch.

Only he ends up deciding why sleep on the couch when there’s a perfectly good bed, empty? So he ends up crashing in Sam’s and it smells like Sam and Benny thinks he might be in heaven and wonders if Sam would be up for letting him sleep there more often.

(Benny’s bed, of course, smells like Benny, and Sam sleeps incredibly well surrounded by the scent of the guy he thinks he’s falling hard for).

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