New To Tumblr, But I Want To Start Posting Here Too Since LockNation Is Spread Out Across Multiple Platforms

Realizing that Lockwood was protecting Lucy the whole time by taking all the fame and attention onto his shoulders. He wasn’t the one who should’ve been praised, it was Lucy. He was just a screen that was pulled down to protect her and her gift.

Based on a conversation amongst friends.

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Someone had to do this :D

Series: Lockwood & Co, source: Brooklyn 9-9

Its been too long since I've properly campaigned for Mona's initiatives on my main blog! Since the last update we have a wide array of projects your donations have contributed to!

She has distributed essential hygiene kits including pads for women!

And a lot lot lot of food package distributions as you can see below!

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"Tell her about the biscuit rule"

Soft Shadows

Summary: Written for @trexrambling ‘s Daring Drabbles challenge where my theme was “Candlelight.”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 288

“All done,” said Dean, setting the lighter down as he crawled into bed with you. You’d never seen your room like this before and you couldn’t help but smile at Dean in the soft, dim light.

“This is…intimate,” you said, the few lit candles casting long shadows and warmth into the room, a pleasant, airy scent filling the space. Dean lifted his hand up and reached for yours, dancing his fingers together with your own, watching them move and play against the far wall. His breath against your bare shoulder felt hotter than normal, his muscled arm intertwining with yours closer than you’d ever felt it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said gently, his head tilting, his soft hair brushing your forehead for a brief moment before lush lips were pressing against your skin with a ghost touch. It was too hard to see but you knew that rare gleam was in his eyes, the one where tonight he knew he could forget about everything, that he would forget about everything. He was safe with you in this room, cozy and at peace. 

“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked. Dean brushed a finger over your cheekbone, tracing a different line than you were used to over the shadow.

“You glow,” he said, moving his thumb over the skin slowly. You turned into the touch and he tucked his body against yours. “We can stay here forever, Y/N.”

He didn’t say another word, simply tracked new curves and lines, changing as the candles burned down, a little of the darkness returning, threatening to consume all of the wonderful ways he looked in that room. Even when that too came and the light was gone, Dean wasn’t.

And he knew you weren’t going anywhere either.

Messing around with a new art program, I liked how this turned out

Holly: What are we doing for Christmas dinner?

Leopold: Revenge

Barnes: Booze. And lots of it

Ezekiel: Humans

Flo: Seconded 

Lockwood: What about small but hopeful slice of happiness

Marissa: I agree with Barnes

George: Donuts

Kipps: Stew?

Lucy: Death?

Skull: Definitely death

Holly: so pizza

Going insane over these ghost hunting kids