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Hi you recently made a post about some destiel fics that are poetic with names like 91 whiskey, restless wanderer and something living kiss. Could you maybe share the link or something? I want to read them! Thank youuu🧡
yesss im gonna put everything ive read that i loved actually okay
restless wanderer <33333
i dont have them bookmarked together on ao3 so heres links for all of them separately and by all of them i mean ive only read the most popular ones so far and these r the one i loved the most !! hope u enjoy !!
I was wondering what blogs people here in the community consider to be significant and notable people 👀
Like, the stars of the tword community
For me it's @/otomiya
everyone is pretty awesome, i'm curious as to who all the "founders" of TFB are.
i'd consider you a notable person! i get a little starstruck when you interact with one of my very rare posts 🙈
wordstrings was and still is very impactful for me, as is nhasablogg and the-best-medicine.
I've been seeing this anew lately and I'm FERAL? The way Cas is laughing, genuinely laughing in a way we rarely see. And you can tell by their body language that they talk like this all the time (I would like to see it)
But what really kills me is Dean's face. He's so happy to be making Cas laugh like this, he looks so PROUD. You can see the anticipation in his expression as the joke's about to land, his body turned, watching Cas' reaction. Ugh they're so in love
Dean found Castiel in Bobby’s kitchen, staring discontently at the microwave with burrito in hand. Deciding not to make his presence known just yet, he leaned against the doorframe. This was probably Cas’ first time using one. He took a guilty pleasure in watching the angel try to use things he was unfamiliar with. He almost always does it wrong the first time. It amused Dean, who thought an angel’s knowledge was supposed to be infinite. He supposes the details get lost in it all, especially the ones that aren't critically necessary to pay close attention to.
STOP THE FUCKING PRESS, WE HAVE TICKLISH SEBASTIAN STAN
ANABELLE WENT IN DEFINITELY TO TICKLE HIM, AND HIS REACTION IS A MIXTURE OF ANTICIPATORY TICKLES AND FEELING TICKLISH AT THE SAME TIME. which leads me to believe he is super ticklish, as anabelle didn’t fully launch an attack but he still grabbed her arm and flinched away.
GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO HELP I NEED MORE, WE GOT IT @barnesrogers-blog
IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I COULD DIE
😦😧🤯
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“Paid good money for that sofa you're disrespecting.”
Bucky sat up from his position on the floor. Sam's silhouette stood with crossed arms in the doorway, outlined only by the kitchen light behind him. He looked ridiculous. Bucky stretched to reach the lamp switch.
“I’m kind of an active sleeper. Figured I’d do less damage starting on the floor.” Bucky rubbed at his neck.
I once read a fic that was about Spencer accidentally handcuffing himself to his bed cause he was practicing escaping them and Derek found him and basically nsfw things went down BUT what if you replaced the nsfw activities with tickles 👀👀👀
Spencer wouldn’t necessarily call himself someone who was prone to luck, other than the fact that he was born as a white male in the 20th-21st century, and really, he was one among many. Sometimes he even considered this a misfortune seeing as certain things were now expected of him which he very rarely managed to fulfill. He was skinny and fidgety and intelligent in a way which had always made him an outcast in certain areas of his life. And with outcast he meant severely bullied as a child and not always warmly received as an adult. And it was fine. He didn’t care. Who was he to wish for a community anyway.
He was around nine - no dad, mom acting in a way he yet couldn’t comprehend - when he decided that luck was not on his side and that he would have to fight for everything in his life other than a splash of white male rights, and so he had never really considered himself very lucky.
Until Derek Morgan entered his bedroom one random Friday evening without having been invited, that was.
“What the hell?”
Here’s your daily dose of cute with these lovesick idiots.
One more fic for the @bingokisses prompts - this one from last week - Behind the Knee kisses! Which I found a little odd, so I decided to go silly on this. Should be a good counter for the angst I put out. This will be going on AO3 after some edits, so let me know if you spot anything off.
CW: Silly drunken banter.
“Crowley, that is absolutely absurd. Stop making things up.”
“I’m not!” The demon reached for a bottle of wine, shook it, found it empty, and went hunting for the next. “I know these things. I know humans. Better’n anyone.” He finally found one with at a little red still at the bottom, shrugged, and drank it straight from the bottle.
“Not better than me,” Aziraphale protested, scowling a little as he lifted another nearly-full bottle.
“Much better’n you.” Crowley wasn’t quite drunk enough for this sort of argument, but now his pride was at stake. “Y’don’t even like talkin’ to them!”
“No,” he admitted as he poured another glass, “but I read. A’stensivly.”
“Obstentily?”
“Egstenilly.”
“Abstentally?”
“Exten…I read a great deal!”
“Ha!” Crowley jabbed a finger at Aziraphale, then realized he should make a point. “You don’…don’ read the right sor’ of books. Gotta read th’ naughty ones. Th’ones Heaven don’ like.”
“I read plenty that Heaven disproved of,” Aziraphale objected, taking a long drink of wine and licking his lips happily.
hi this was beautiful and hilarious!! something about this resonated deeply within my soul and i've become obsessed with it. it reminded me so much of the book. one of my favorite short fics ever! i must have read it 50x by now.
Doctor Who in 100 years:
Welcome to Doctor Who! We call this "New Who' since it was made after what we call 'Classic Who' but this is the fifteenth time the season count has restarted so it should technically be called "New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New Who.
I read 'the twelve doctors of christmas' book i found in my school library and there's a story of rose and ninth. rose tells him about a bike she wanted for christmas as a kid but her mum couldn't afford it. so the doctor gets in the TARDIS and plans to deliver the bike to a child rose tyler. before he can leave it at her door, the bike gets stolen by an alien that the doctor pissed off 150 years ago. he briefly considers going back in time by five minutes to keep a better eye on the bike. but then he goes on to figure the chain of events that would create, which would eventually lead to LITERALLY the end the world.
so he instead decides to hunt the alien - named Jinko - down to get the bike back. he then brutally crushes Jinko's henchmen, brings down Jinko's little family scrapyard business, then cycles away on the little girl bike as the building comes down around him. he successfully gets the bike to rose, labeled it from "father christmas." then he returns to adult rose to cheekily hint that was actually him who got her the bike.
which is just. SO incredible. and perfectly encapsulates nine and rose.