something bordering on weird

🥺🥺🥺 they're back

We're whim-prone, as you said. And sometimes, it's nice just to be patient and wait.

Anne Bonny in Black Sails Season 4, Episode 4

haven’t done an Aziraphale in a long while

Why did you give the last of your food to that poorly disguised mimic? You were finally at peace with letting go, but now this odd thing won’t leave you alone and is even turning itself into various items in an attempt to aid you.

The mimic is a young one, and you knew that from the moment you laid eyes on it. It was disguised as a crate, but the angles weren’t quite right. The corners were a little lopsided, and if you looked hard enough you could make out the creature’s mouth.

A sigh escapes you as you toss over the last of your rations, not even bothering to stand up as you do so. What’s the point? You think. I’ve been trapped in this cave for days, nobody is looking for me, and the monsters are closing in. Why should I bother even trying? I could just fall asleep now, and let this little mimic eat me too.

The thing is… it doesn’t. It eats your rations, but when you lay down and try to sleep, it doesn’t attack. You do hear it move closer, but you don’t open your eyes until you feel something nudge your hand. As you barely open your eyes, you can see that the mimic has morphed itself into a crude sword. You can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re cute, but I don’t have anything left to give you.” You don’t have anything left to give for yourself either, but you don’t say so.

The mimic doesn’t seem to take no for an answer. It becomes a dagger, then an axe, then a staff, as though it’s trying to determine what your preffered weapon is.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not working. I’m not going to pick you up and take you into some other part of this stupid cave system. Nice try, though.”

You turn away from it and attempt to sleep again. As you do so, you find yourself shivering. You really wish, as you doze off, that you had a blanket.

When you wake, much later, you’re surprised to find yourself covered with the warmest blanket you’ve ever had. You quickly sit up, eagerly hoping that someone had cone for you, but the cave is empty. When you look at the blanket, you notice the imperfect edges and the janky seam across the middle.

“…why haven’t you eaten me yet?” You ask the little mimic that’s now laying on top of you. “What’s wrong with you?”

The mimic, still in the form of the blanket, slithers off of you, but it does not respond. Instead, it begins taking the form of weapons again. When it turns into a crooked staff, you reach out, despite yourself. Your fingers wrap around it and you use it to haul your aching, injured body to your feet. “I guess there are probably nicer places to die.”

You know you won’t get far. And you don’t. Especially not without light. The mimic doesn’t seem too bothered, though. When you collapse again, it scuttles off. Perhaps this was simply where it wanted you to take it. Perhaps now you can finally succumb to your exhaustion.

Then, a few minutes later, a misshapen clay cup bumps against your hand. It’s full of water, and there’s a crack in the middle like a jagged mouth. You pick up the cup and you drink, telling yourself it’s only out of desperation. When you set the cup down, that little cracked mouth seems to smile.

This goes on for what feels like days. The mimic helps you limp along through the tunnels, transforming into whatever you may need at any given time. Every time you fall asleep, you expect not to wake up. Yet, you do, usually with a mimic blanket wrapped around you. It brings you food and water when you can.

The biggest surprise comes when one morning, you find you’re pleased to have survived another night. You’re happy to have the mimic keeping you warm. It’s a new feeling, and a confusing one, but it’s not unpleasant.

The other monsters that you know are down here seem to leave you alone for the most part. You aren’t sure why. It crosses your mind that maybe it has something to do with the mimic. Then again, maybe they’re just waiting for you to die. Death is gradually beginning to sound less and less appealing.

The day you catch a glimpse of sunlight down a long and narrow tunnel is the first day you finally feel like your old self again. Your pace quickens, and you don’t need to lean on the mimic’s staff form quite so much. The illusion shatters when you reach the light’s source. A small gap, high above. You curl up on the floor and cry. When you finally have the strength to look up again, your mimic has become a ladder.

Getting up is hard, in your state. Climbing, even more so. But the ladder is the biggest and best transformation the mimic has done so far, and if it wants you to get out, then you can’t let it down.

You feel it push up under you when you reach the gap. It helps you squeeze through, and then… freedom. Fresh air, and sunlight. You lay on your back on the stone, and you pass out.

You wake up at sunset, with a blanket draoed over you. A blanket with a jagged seam down the middle.

Charlie&Dean based on ep20 of s8

best besties ever

#is this a sheep herding dragon

No a sheep hoarding dragon

I just noticed the sheep nibbling its tail and that feels IMMENSELY FITTING

what I love the most about Mary canonically not knowing how to cook

 is that Dean does know how to cook.

how does he know? there’s no kitchen in a motel room.  J*hn clearly didn’t teach him to cook.  

but there’s a kitchen at Bobby’s house. 

there’s a kitchen at Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

there’s a kitchen at Jody’s house (with chicken shaped chicken).

Dean’s love of cooking is tied directly to his found family.  it’s tied directly to his journey of accepting and finding love.

tbh preparing food for those he loves has always been his way of showing he cares.  

he just does it with more finesse now.

[BONUS: that’s why his special place is the kitchen, and why it’s also Cas’s favorite place.  I wrote a little more about that here and here.]

Ok, I’ll go ahead and cry now

ok but speaking from experience as someone who's had first kisses w a crush. y'all KNOW ed was getting his plan in place thinking abt that kiss the whole time, playing over every tiny detail while he robbed a guy for a dinghy. motherfucker probably got all fluttery and giggly thinking abt the little noise stede made. probably couldn't stop smiling when he thought abt the way stede's jaw fit perfectly in his hand. probably sat down to take a minute when he remembered how stede's eyes took a moment to flutter back open. probably got DIZZY thinking abt stede's crooked smile and the way he'd whispered, "you make stede happy"

rolling up to the dock with his bag of stuff already planning how he's gonna kiss stede again, kiss him properly, as soon as they're safely away. maybe thinking he won't be able to wait, that he'll kiss him again as soon as he sees him because his heart literally feels like it's going to burst out of his chest he's so, so happy

the notes on this post are SO FUNNY bc i didn't say ANYTHING abt what happens after this (in the main post i mean, my original tags get sad) but everyone's reblogging this like "op im gonna kill you" fhdjsk. We Really Are All Going Through It, Huh

Calico Jack Rackham’s guide to fashion:

December 12: Dean and Charlie

They’re Moondoor’s best players! ;D

 Prompt by @touchstarvedloser

He wants some bread… 🥖🥐 Twitter I Instagram

[ID: A digital drawing of the front of a bakery, a small dragon sits outside on the front steps staring up into the window. Outside it’s dark and raining, the light from the bakery is warm orange, the window full of shelves of bread. The bakery is called “Indigo’s”, and on the window reads “bakery cafe”. /End ID]

[ID: A liked Instagram post by user Devinellekurtz. The image is a drawing of the dragon from the last picture inside a bakery’s kitchen, laying on a pile of bread and surrounded by half-eaten bread products. A ray of soft, warm, orange light falls on it. The post’s description reads “he got his bread” followed by a loaf emoji, a croissant emoji and a baguette emoji. The post has 69,509 likes and has been liked by the user who took the screenshot. End ID.]

Day 19 for @destielmonth - fix it!

1 year after Cas’s confession Dean is still a little clingy

#Suptober20 Day 27: Banquet 

@winchester-reload