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She/Her/m!Fluid 🏳️‍🌈 Open me. I dare you. Rabid fan writer & artist with a flair for romance and the explicit. SPN | Lucifer | RW&RB | Gamer Avatar & Banner by: @gioguima SALSA | YKINMKATO account Guest at the #HotelSupernatural. #SafeWithMe

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · Jun 4

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Book the day off. Have a couple chocolate bars, bottle of your fav brew, a warm blanket, and a comfy, cozy chair ready.

8 AM EST on Saturday, June 28th, 2025, the train departs from station.

#destiel #spnfanfic #DestielForever #Supernatural #SPN #DeanWinchester #Castiel

#GoTheDistance

The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · Jun 4

Release day for Chapter 3 & 4 of Dripping Wings & Heavy Things, Book 1 of the Sex, War & Peace series is set.

June 28th. International Pride Day, remembering the 1969 Stonewall riots.

On June 28th, we're gonna MAKE the stars align for these two beautiful bastards. <3

#destiel #spnfanfic #spn +

Supernatural | Sex, War & Peace - Pandorakiin - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Ariel 💚💙 SPN Philly @corrupttouch.bsky.social · 15h

Daily Destiel 💙💚

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Ariel 💚💙 SPN Philly @corrupttouch.bsky.social · 8h

Nightly This Dean & This Cas

Cas Novak needs help running the farm his family left to him. Dean Winchester is a drifter who needs work. When Cas hires Dean and gives him a place to stay, what’s supposed to be a temporary arrangement starts to seem like it may become permanent

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Parkrose Permaculture ❌👑 @parkroseperma.bsky.social · 1d

Want to learn de-escalation techniques and improve safety and solidarity at No Kings 2 and beyond? There's a training tomorrow 1pm Pacific register here:

Advanced Safety Planning and De-escalation for Hosts · MoveOn

No King's actions are peaceful and non-violent in a world with increasing political tension and military presence. This training will be an optional additional training that will take a deeper dive in...

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 17h

Poweroutage
Suptober Day 10

#suptober25 #destiel #queer #supernatural #spn

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 14h

Okay, I'm know I'm behind the times but the Countdown news sucks.

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 16h

I thank #4LW & bendingsignpost for that arithmetic. XD

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 16h

God, no! NEVER! :HUG:

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 17h

#spnfanfic #FanficAsTherapy #destiel #SPN #Supernatural

The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 20h

#Suptober Day Four • Orchard

“Don’t taint this ground with the colour of the past…You seem like an orchard of mines…So fragile on the inside…Tread careful; one step at a time.”

Teaser • Chapter 3 • Tread Softly Because You Tread on My Memories.

#suptober25 #destiel #JohnWinchestersA+Parenting +

Supernatural
Sex, War & Peace
Day Four • Orchard
“Don’t taint this ground with the colour of the past … You seem like an orchard of mines … So fragile on the inside … Tread careful; one step at a time.”
Dripping Wings & Heavy Things
Chapter 3 • Tread Softly Because You Tread on My Memories
Fog scrambling his thoughts thinned. Dean knew full well where the blinding rage he’d nearly let loose on Castiel came from. A thing with a mind of its own, planted and thriving in the putrid soil of every awful thing he’d seen, done, and suffered. At a loss, he met Cas’ glare for moments, unable to look him in the eye thereafter, ashamed.
Seeing Dean fold and offer no defence smothered the angel’s flaming anger like water. His hold on Dean’s head became gentle again. “I’m able to affect what someone feels, Dean. I’m an angel.” Cas’ intent gaze asked Dean to look at him with words unspoken. Slowly, Dean did. “If I hadn’t heard your heartbeat that first night, I would’ve
thought you lie dead beside me. Your trust was absolute. I hope some of that was my doing, but not the way you’re afraid of. What happened? What’s changed?” Castiel demanded, but softly. With every word Cas spoke, Dean turned his head further away again, almost cringing. Castiel’s tone returned to its gentler register. “Dean, talk with me.”
“I can’t, Cas… I can’t talk about it. Any of it,” Dean shrugged helplessly, childlike. There was too much
that was too awful for words. He couldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t want to carry it alone anymore. Cornered. Unwilling to stay, unable to go. There was no way out…

$“I can help y—” Snapping, Dean shoved Cas back against the side of the Impala. “You want to know? Fine! Look!” Castiel’s gaze fell for a moment as he gauged whether or not Dean’s inviting him in might inflict even more damage on the bond they shared. “Fucking look!” Dean shouted from inches away, shaking him again. Their unyielding gazes locked and stayed that way until Dean felt something give. He exhaled sharply, blinking. A single tear ran down from one of his eyes. Face devoid of comprehension, Dean wiped it away. Slowly, understanding followed. Dean couldn’t speak aloud the things he carried—not even close—but he wanted Castiel to know, to understand. Resting a comforting hand on either side of Dean’s rigid neck and jaw, Castiel guided Dean’s face back toward him and looked into him, eyes wide, drawing nearer. Castiel’s piercing gaze transfixed Dean. Somehow, it rounded off hard edges—hypnotized—made his head wobble on his neck. Had him wanting to fall in, let go, and peacefully… drown. "Where’s your brother?!” The vicious shout fractured the silent night air, despite coming from inside a motel room. Castiel walked over the empty parking space outside the window into the room. Closed, smoke-discoloured venetian blinds couldn’t keep his eyes from seeing what transpired on the other side. Dean stood close behind him and to one side, near enough he could feel his warmth. Dean scrunched his eyes closed and opened them again. The blinds were gone. He looked in on himself, witnessing the memory disembodied. He watched himself shrink back from his father as his dad took step after shuffling step closer, looking exhausted, ragged, fresh from a hunt, down into the bottom of the bottle in hand, his pupils so dilated they were almost black. The demon possessing John Winchester tonight was not one born of Hell, rather the cornfields of Tennessee. “Don’t shrug at me and tune out when I’m talking to you!” John swung. Continued...$

Castiel stood, watching, as the man Dean loved, trusted, and idolized lay down a beating on his son—his baby boy—that would kill Dean if he didn’t stop.
Then, he did. His hand went still, cocked back in the air. Dean found his feet again, the way he always did, as John turned and stumbled away, summoning every scrap of restraint he could muster.
“Get out.”
Dean looked up at his father, bewildered. John would lay one on him then send him to another room, out to the car, or somewhere out of mind if out of sight wasn’t possible, needing to pretend he didn’t exist for a while, but never…
“Where am I gonna go?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.” The words hit Dean in the face like a slap.
“Uh… I need to—” …wash the blood off before I go.
He tried to say it, but the look on John’s face kept his mouth closed better than wearing an iron mask.
John lumbered up to him and brought his face in close to the quivering boy’s, looking him in the eye, daring him to flash the faintest hint of defiance at him. “Get the fuck out. Or I’ll kill you.”
The words hit harder than any physical punishment he’d ever taken. Dean felt something in him shatter. Hurting so badly and thoroughly, it was impossible to pinpoint what it was. Stunned speechless, unable to look his dad in the eye, Dean made one foot move, then the other. He almost forgot his jacket with keys and wallet in the pockets on the way out. He walked out the door feeling as though he was swimming through the air, dazed and untethered. He felt the body he lived in, the clothing he wore, his plasticky, numb skin, the blood pooling in bruises
underneath and drying on it, didn’t feel real. The world around him didn’t feel like something substantial enough to hold on to, not anymore.
John passed out on Dean’s bed within minutes. He never remembered what happened that night. Perhaps because it was easier for his conscience that way.

Continued...

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 17h

Thaaaaaat sucks. I'm so sorry. I'd been told that was a thing. I think a friend of mine is the same way. I tried to convince her to let me bring her some ceviche but it had cilantro, so, couldn't.

If there's actually a decent nutrient profile, I might do the whole replacement thing more regularly.

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 17h

Thank you. 'Preciate it. :)

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 17h

OH NO! GOD NO! Please don't!!! Anything but that! XD

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 18h

Brought some to TV with a friend last night. They would NOT shut UP about how good it was. It turned out INCREDIBLE. XD

Even I couldn't believe how good it was when it came outta the oven. I think they want me to make one for Thanksgiving now. XD

Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 18h

Dude after my own heart. 1 person = 1 pie. "That's the human-to-dessert ratio."

XD

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•💙💚•😈•🌟 @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 18h

Am I the only crazy person in the world who'd happily replace lettuce with cilantro leaves in just about anything? T.T

It's so good. Even on a tuna sandwich (w. olives instead of pickles).