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It is a joyous day
Can you imagine one of your books getting so popular that you stumble upon fan art of your characters? Yeah. That’s why I keep writing.
I’m so sorry
What i made instead of writing.....
If the very touch of him corrupts, then Castiel was willing to let his very grace, his very being corrupt and corrode his entire self. He remembers the agony from which he grasped him from, pulling Dean from the chains of perdition. He remembers the sting and the burn, of their first meeting that drove the demon blade into his vessel’s form, and as he gazed into the eyes that he so carefully rebuilt, and saw the man whose body he rebuilt to contain the soul that shouldered and sacrificed so much for those he cared for, that was so willing to die and follow the every command of his father, and he knew he would endure that pain a thousand more times and much more, just to protect, aid, and love that tormented soul of the man before him. He knew as he watched him shoulder the weight of the apocalypse, the weight of the guilt of his role in bringing it, and knew that he would do everything in his power to relieve any of that burden that he could, and he would leave no plan unmade. Cas was willing to live, loving Dean from a distance, even though all he wanted was for the loving, kind, self-deprecating man to know how dear he was to him. Cas loved him so much, that he knew the only way that the darkness could come to claim his existence and pull him into eternal rest was to just share an admission of that love with him. He loved Dean so much, that even in the face of eternal death, he experienced true happiness just in the simple act of confessing his love to the man who had held his heart in his bloody, calloused, war-torn hands since Cas had rebuilt his physical body with the same careful, loving consideration that his father had used when Dean was knit together in Mary’s womb all those years before.
There’s something so devastatingly beautiful in that love. In their love.
“the very touch of you corrupts, when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost” yeah i’m gonna need you to never speak again
Happy Birthday to the loml 🥰🥰
happy birthday u old man /pos
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
This isn’t a fix-it fic, but I started to decorate my door for st. Patty’s today! I got interrupted by class buttttt…
It will look better when it’s done, expo markers are just the bane of my existence.
Edit 1: if you recognize this, no you don’t. 🩷
Edit 2: Update!!
Rip my black expo marker. Let’s hope my neighbors don’t erase this one!! Happy (early) St. Patrick’s day!!
Quietly restarts JJBA for *ahem* research.
Hi 😅
I haven't been posting a lot here.
Honestly the struggle I have finishing the TF2 child comic kinda bummed me down.
Losing my progress... TWICE !
I'll try to go back to posting tho.
I’m in love.
Mother alert.
After the Bad Days
Weeks after one of Dean’s really bad days, you’re in a diner, grabbing a quick bite with Dean, Sam, and Cas after a hunt. As you’re walking back to your table, you can hear Cas and Dean talking, but you’re not near enough to make out any of the conversation. You round the corner away from the bathrooms, and you hear the soft vulnerability in Dean’s voice as he murmurs, to himself more than to Cas. Sam and Cas pause, looking at him with surprised relief, and you slide into the booth next to him. Noting the pause in the conversation becoming awkward, you elbow him softly with a smile and offer up a few shining compliments about his work on the hunt you had just finished up. Your food arrives, and you all dig in, conversation resuming their regular flow. You can’t help but notice the smile that stays on Dean’s lips, and hope to yourself, and whomever or whatever else might be out there that cares, that it remains longer than the last smile did.
[COVERED IN BLOOD] Perhaps the world is slightly brighter having me in it.
I’m sorry y’all I’m in my hurt/comfort // all hurt/no comfort arc rn bc I cannot find what I want and so I have to do it I know I call myself miss fix-it fic but all I want is suffering atm I’m sorry
Always the writer, never the reader.
Currently have like 7 wips like this that I cannot figure out to save my life 😭
The lords work
We did it!
1,000 works.
What do you mean the only reason God brought Castiel back to life was because Dean was too depressed to continue on his hero’s journey?!
What do you mean Dean’s despair for his lost love that was forbidden by fate and God himself is what forced God’s begrudging hand to raise his son from the dead?!
What do you mean Dean’s love rivals that of God so much it’s not even comparable?!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN ?!?!
Loving Human!Cas
Thinking about falling in love with Castiel after he loses his divinity. After he’s been kicked out of the bunker, he loses his best friends, his family, his home, and the man he loves, all in one fell swoop. He’s lost his power, his defense, and he’s lost in a world that wasn’t his home, and he has no one to rely on. Not only that, but he’s learning how to do things that he’s never needed to do before. Eating, drinking, sleeping, even holding a job, just as a means of survival. He’s learning what it’s like to actively live in a human body; to take care of it and survive in it, instead of just inhabiting a body like we would clothing or an apartment.
Falling in love with his quirks and social oddities. Getting to watch iconic movies with him, and enjoy his reactions as he sees them for the first time. Loving him as he struggles with this new, human identity and holding him through the times it all becomes too much. Getting to watch as his self-worth gradually begins to sprout, as he realizes he is priceless because of who he is, not because of what he can offer others. Listening to him talk about things that confuse or enamor him about being a human being. Listening to him talk about the things that make him feel, and getting to see his eyes shine as he takes on a task that he enjoys. Getting to be the person who loves him when he doesn’t feel like he deserves it, and loving him even when he struggles with loving himself. Becoming that comforting safety, that only someone you love can offer, for him.
Loving Cas as he navigates being human would have heartbreak and hardship, but sticking with him and loving him through it would offer loyalty and love that is hard to fathom. The heartbreak of hearing his story, and the way that he was treated by the people he loves would be one that haunts you, even when he has long since healed and moved forward from it. The sting of that heartbreak would be the very pain that pushes you into Dean’s path as he tries to reach out to Cas again, and it’s the same thing that makes you rail against each hurtful word and cutting expression that he throws Castiel’s way over the course of the years. That haunting pain that Cas bears in his heart is what makes you fight to stay by his side when he inevitably agrees to return to help the Winchesters, and it makes you protective of him, and his heart, angelic or otherwise.
What do you mean I have to write it myself?
what do you MEAN there aren't any good fics that are well written and complete and more than 8k words but also happen to be the exact niche pairing and specific au that i want to read. does the universe hate me or something????
edit: if one more person reblogs this saying i should write it myself im actually gonna lose it. post cancelled cuz yall don't understand that actually i deserve to just have all the fics in the world that i want to see exactly when i want them
I write for myself
*checks AO3 every few hours to see if I got any new kudos, comments or subscriptions*
Me introducing my favorite OCs. My sweet little bastards, my sons of havoc that only know how to endure the horrors of every trauma I can cook up. My darlings.
Please be careful and protect your work and help protect others art. <3
its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney
we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article
it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.
The Bad Days
Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.
Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.
These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!
So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.
On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.
“Let it cook” babe it’s literally just salt how am I supposed to cook with just salt?
do you ever find yourself bedeviled by writing ideas that are the equivalent of finding a single carrot in your fridge. your brain goes "we should write a pirate story" or "we should write a parisian thief caper" and you ask, "all right, what do we cook with that, then?" and it says "no other ingredients (:"
Me? Sobbing uncontrollably over a webtoon? In the lobby of my dorm building? It’s more likely than you might think!
The only people not welcome or safe on this blog are bigots. Spread love and kindness always, lovelies! <3 <3
since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
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