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✨Lathalea’s 2022 Sleepover coming soon! ✨

What?Yes, you’ve heard that right. I see a huge follower milestone on the horizon and I’m planning to throw a Tumblr celebration.

Why?If everything goes well, I will be starting another sleepover soon as a way of saying thank you for your support! And you know what this means, right? You’ll be able to get some tailor made fic goodies just for you!

That’s why I’m writing this post: let me know what you’d like to see this time: imagines? headcanons? open ask box? ask games? tarot requests? Canon x Reader ficlets? writer support? spotlight on your fics? - you name it!

How?Drop me a comment, DM me or send me an ask telling me what you’d like to see the most!

i just wanna say that all of you of my followers/people who like my things are really pretty/handsome.

like i just see your lil icon and i’m like wow. so nice.

A very warm welcome to the new influx of followers this week! A friendly reminder that I am always open to answering questions or simply chatting. Don’t be shy!

OK here’s the thing…

When somebody ask me something here, i like to draw about it if the question allows it, right now I have some interesting questions on queue but they have been so long on pause because of many things in my life like work or new brainrots and the thing is that i feel really bad for not responsing to you guys

Im writing this cause i want you to know i’m defenitely gonna ansewer that questions (I need to do more Wolfstar art!!) but i wanted to let you all know why i haven’t reply yet.

I love that you ask me questions or send me messages and I really don’t want you to stop because you think i not gonna ansewer…

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Thank you for your wonderful words! I am glad I can inspire you! You are beautiful always, no matter your size.

I was going to go pumpkin picking today, but seeing as the temperature is in hovering at 90 degrees, I’m sure the pumpkin patches have turned to pumpkin pie.

Is it October or June?

Happy Halloween to my lovely followers! ❤

Between my phone breaking, my computer refusing to making and post content, and a lot of anxiety lately, I haven’t been able to make the requests I’ve received. If you see this, please resend your request so I know you’re still interested. I would also know if you ghouls would be interested in makeup stim gifs? That would be a cool way that I can make original content for you! Thank you for reading. Hopefully my posts will be back on your dash soon! <3

On my way to more minimalist lifestyle…

… and I bought second onesie

Of course pre-owned from someone who didn’t want to keep it. My pyjama is completely worn out and I became to hate sleeping wearing it. And the second onesie is used by me as party costume, I rarely sleep in it.

I doubt if I’ll become a minimalist someday. Or a true zero waster. But I swear I’m trying to live more sustainably and I’m doing best I can do.

At this point in my life I’m in continuous confusion and I must face many stressful events in the next few months. More and more often I feel anxious and alone with problems. Sometimes I even feel suicidal.

But I know it will get better.

;)

700 Followers

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THANK YOU FOR 700+ FOLLOWERS

I have something coming up for you guys that’s really special, so please stay tuned!

3,000 FOLLOWERS?!?!?!

I have no idea what I did to deserve all of you Thank you so much!

It is so validating to have all of you vibe with me! I needed somewhere to share my favorite parts of my days

Always remember, Ashlee loves you

06.28.2020

A funny thing happened on the way to the Sanitarium. -Drabble

Summary: Dean likes you. You like Dean. Will you finally admit it?

Word count:749

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam & Bobby are present.

Warnings: bickering. Language. Big scary raccoons.

A/N: This is for @atc74 collaboration challenge. My prompt was #19 “When are you going to realize I don’t care?” I’m long-winded with my writing so this was edited down like crazy! It was fun, but I think I should stick to long stories! Enjoy ! Check out my other writings here if you like this! Side note- I’m posting this via mobile. I’ll fix any edits when I can find my computer in my mess…

“You know, my brother likes you right? You’re all he talks about.”

“Sam,” you sighed out deeply, looking across the vacant parking lot to the rundown sanitarium. “You’ve said that before. When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

“Sure you don’t,” Sam snarked back, bumping his shoulder into yours.

“Whatever.”

Truth was, you did care. Hell, you more than care. Your inner teenage girl was already picking out wedding dresses and venues the moment that you realized that Dean liked you. The realistic side though? That was the one screaming to not to get attached. It was too risky, especially for anyone keeping track of Winchester’s dating record. Doom and gloom were bound to happen the moment you broke down the walls you built.

“Hey, idjits!” You heard Bobby yelling from the entrance. “Dean found a way in!”

You followed Sam’s lead with your rifle tucked under your arm. Time to work. The hauntings of the old Sunnyside Sanitarium were legendary, but it wasn’t until kids went missing that you considered it a priority case. Calling Bobby for backup made sense to watch your six. His calling the Dynamic duo though was not.

“Alright, so there’s four floors including the basement. Sam and I will take the top two, Dean and Y/N will take basement and first,” Bobby stated with authority.

You rolled your eyes to your pairing and how, although this was your case, apparently you were far from in charge. Typically you’d put up a fight, arguing about patriarchy, but walking into the looney bin alone was not your plan today.

“Cells don’t work inside and neither do walkies,” Dean continued. “We’re walking into Casper’s playroom here so stay close and don’t leave your partner’s.”

“Great,” you sassed out, making the three men turn to you with brows raised. “Can we get going now? I’d like to not be here when it gets darker and I can’t tell if I’m shooting ghosts or shadows.”

“Just don’t shoot me, princess,” Dean chuckled, flashing his panty-dropping smile at you.

“Only if you get in my way,” you flashed him an equally charming smile as you pushed past Bobby and Sam stifling their chuckles.

Inside the sanitarium was what you’d expected if you’d watched any horror films: Dusty, dirty, and stinky. The mixture of mold, blood, sweat, and piss was enough to make you gag as you walked through, using your light at the end of your rifle to see.

“When we’re done with this, we should go out to eat,” you heard Dean state. You opted to ignore him; didn’t work. “Maybe we can find a couple of nice townie girls too. Get a couple of drinks to unwind. When was the last time you did that?”

“What are you blabbering about?” You shot back.

“Found a nice girl? When was the last time?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a lesbian?” You could hear the infliction at the end of his sentence. He was probing you for answers.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Oh really?” He clicked his tongue. “Well then, that changes things.”

“Changes what?” You kept your eyes focused down the barrel of your rifle, for whatever would pop out. He was making it difficult.

“So maybe you and me…”

“Get your head in the game dumbass,” you barked back.

“Yes ma’am.”

His silence only lasted for a few minutes as you cleared most of the first floor. Besides spiders, there was nothing.

“So how come you and I…”

“Never hooked up?” You interjected. “Because I have morals.”

“Ouch,” he laughed. “That hurt.”

“Focus Dean,” you replied before you heard something rattling in the corner.

He heard it too and quickly went silent as he cautiously approached the stack of boxes with his gun drawn out. Giving them a nudge, they all toppled down with a huge raccoon scampering out but not before growling and hissing. You’d like to say that you kept your cool, but that’d be a lie due to the ear-piercing scream that escaped your lips.

“It’s just Rocket,” Dean fought his laughter. “Think they heard you? I can’t wait to tell Sam.”

“You do and I’ll shoot you.”

“Let me take you out then.”

“Why?”

“I like challenges and I know you can’t resist my charm.”

”Says who?”

”Says the smile you’re trying to hide, ” the words made you blush more.

”Ghost first and we’ll see.”

”That’s yes?”

”Yes.”

”Now let’s gank this bitch! We got a date!”

Life update…

For anyone taking the time to read this, thank you. With the world going crazy around me (I’m in the U.S.- it’s bad here), I apologize for not updating any fics as of recently. I have the next ’There’s no place like home’ and ’Ten years gone’ all set, but I haven’t felt like posting. I also have 3 other half written series, that I just have no drive to let out into the world.

For those that read my first series ’There’s no place like home’, remember how the mother in the beginning died of cancer? Yeah, well karma is a bitch because as of 3 weeks ago my mother dropped that bombshell on me. I’ve been going to appointments with her and waiting on more news, but it’s a waiting game. My dad also called me to tell me that my uncle has stage 4 colon cancer, so there’s that.

I’ve been throwing myself into my work, partly for a distraction and part because of the virus we had laid people off. I’m doing my job, plus 2 other people’s jobs. I’m a therapist for inpatient rehab, trying to help people while my own mental health is drowning. Sometimes they notice and ask if I’m alright. Those are the days that I feel like I’ve failed because I can’t hide it well enough, but at the same time, they get to see humility that everyone is human. They’ve said it makes them feel better that we all have shitty days, so I guess I’m doing alright there? I hope so. I want them all to succeed.

I also have a small child that is doing online school because her district decided it was ”unsafe” into after the election (there’s something more there that they aren’t telling us). So I’m playing a 4th-grade teacher in my non-existent free time.

It’s been rough to say the least. Writing it was gets me through, but when I’m stressed I can’t stay on one topic. Eventually, things will be released, but please be patient and don’t give up on me. I love to see everyone’s responses to the crazy things I come up with and am excited to share what new things I’ve developed.

Thanks again-

You’re friendly neighborhood Sam

You guys have been showing me a lot of love lately and I’m so happy I could cry