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it's really weird having a first dog be blind and then getting a second who can see...like how was I supposed to be prepared for this.

this creature can perceive when I put the treats up on the high shelf. or when I hide stuff behind my back. I can't fool her!! she's always watching me and she shouldn't have this much knowledge!!!

I walk around at night and I shine my flash light directly into her eyes and I'll just be standing there staring at her weird blue orbs for like 5 seconds until I realize it's probably extremely annoying to her, because she has eyes!! I'll turn on the light in the room and she gruffs and grumbles like ?? oh right!! light wakes you up!! the fuck??

If I end up writing this does anyone want it...?

STEDDYHANDS GHOST AU PLS PLS PLS PLS

Humans are one of the most feared species in the galaxy. Not due to superior strength,speed,skill or strategy. In fact, it’s because in comparison to the other species, humans are just batshit crazy enough to try any half-assed plan they come up with.

Danny's a late twenties youtuber with a very successful channel.

It's called "Where am I", and it's just Danny, in his human form in a hazmat suit, walking into random portals that appear in Amity Park and filming the experience.

The Justice League did look into it via some interns, but it was determined that it was just some weird analog horror thing.

Well, until Clark catches Jon watching one of the episodes.

Danny walks through a portal and into a weird green-and-purple version of Krypton.

And Clark knows it's not bullshit, because that woman that just accosted Danny demanding to know who he was?

That's Lara Lor-Van. His biological mother.

She's got white hair and weird skin, but that's definitely her. Or an alternate version of her.

Thoughts on Dean fucking Sammy so hard with really anything they can find, nothing to hurt him but to make him feel good — hand clamped around Sammy’s mouth, drool bubbling over deans hand as John hunts; John’s close and they have to stay quiet but dean needs his Sammy it’s unnatural.

Dean telling him to quiet down, shushing him through all the pleasures and possible pain he’s feeling from the unrecognizable feeling.

i love, love this community oh my God. yes!!

Dean is absolutely hungry for it; he wants Sammy writhing beneath him and struggling to break free. He drags a knife across Sam's belly, applying enough pressure for a thin slice of his skin opening, and pouring blood out for Dean to dip his fingers in. Sammy whimpers in pain, yet his cock strains in his pants because it's big brother who is ruining him and that turns Sam on beyond anything else.

In the woods, not far from where their father is holding a rifle, Dean tugs down Sam's pants with one hand while the other hand is slick with baby brother's blood. Dean's teeth aches to taste, but he wants to focus on Sammy - his sweet little brother that feels empathy even for monsters. Dean has to teach him that it's dangerous in this line of work; Sammy bats those puppy eyes, and Dean feels feral because he knows, he knows that monsters and humans alike would take advantage of that kindness.

"De," Sammy pants against the tree that he's pinned against, safely hidden by big brother, and he feels so much smaller like this, "please."

"What, baby?" Dean asks, playing the act of clueless, "what do you want?" He shoves Sammy's hips up against the tree when little brother tries to grind up against Dean's tented erection.

"Inside," Sammy gasps, urging on a plea, "please, I wanna - I wanna be full inside, De." Tears are building up in the corner of his eyes, and Dean curses under his breath, always weak for little brother cries.

Dean slides his bloody fingers down, and he brushes his middle finger up inside Sam's ass, pushing it in. He watches as his bloody middle finger slides inside of baby brother, and he licks his lips as his own cock rubs against his constricting boxers.

Sam cries out, a little lamb, and Dean's using his other hand to cover his mouth, "hush, sweetheart, I'm takin' care of ya, little brother."

Dean presses a second finger inside of the ring muscle, groaning at how tight Sam was around his fingers. "Tight like a little virgin, Sammy," Dean growls in his boy's ear, "gotta play with you more, baby, get you sloppy and gaping for my cock..."

anyways. um, there would be a gun involved. knife. and blood. and... yeah.