A tale of Ships' Ships and Polls
a.k.a. The AfterElton Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny gif masterpost because what was tumblr made for if not for this
and don’t reply “hipster blogs”
So, first of all Sterek and Destiel shippers found out they had won the previous rounds and were the two finals and it was all
obviously, Destiel shippers felt like veterans and pretty confident like the big assbutt motherfuckers they are so after due fangirling/boying they
but then Sterek actually begun to gain points
and Sterek fans just-
turns out they’re cocky bitches just as much as Destiel fans are
the poll went on and things got heated when just a bunch of votes separated Destiel from Sterek. Everybody would check the site like every hour and the fandoms were constantly
of course, the more heated things became, the more the two fandoms tried to out-sassy each other and they were basically
usually at this point a bloody fandom war begins and haters get to lead, but apparently these two fandoms are made of the stuff of legend because whenever trolls, haters or other kinds of insane people tried to make it from a competition into a living Virtual
Purgatory Hell, well let’s just say they got one warning
then the fandoms
made it clear
they were not welcome
and it went on like this until something completely unexpected happened, because there was just too much gay in the air and at some point Destiel fans looked at Sterek fans and they went like
and Sterek fans couldn’t believe what was coming off their mouths but
and then it was the madness ‘cause it degenarated into crack and somehow
and Stestiel was born and the fandoms
except some fans who kept checking Tumblr to see if the crack ship was over but
and however eventually Stestiel sailed
however, Sterek gained an advantage and Destiel fans started invading their own tag and went like
meanwhile Sterek fans
and eventually Sterek was the ultimate Alpha Ship and what’s left to say
the fandom experience was lots of fun
I voted both and every time—
now both fandoms let’s hug and hold no grudge ‘cause it was a great competition and no matter who won, if Rousseau was even just one little bit right I think from now on Destiel’ers and Sterek’ers can count on each other to have their backs in times of despair
I honestly don’t know. Really and truly I don’t.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“Shh. Sterek. Don’t think so much.”
“I know Destiel. I know. It’s just this poll has taken so much out of me. Lately, this? Us being together? It almost feels doomed.”
The younger of the pair is silenced with a searing kiss. When they break apart, the other man speaks. “Never think that. Our fandoms love us. No matter how crazy they might act sometimes, they know we fit together. We are two halves to the perfect ship. We cannot be denied.”
Sterek bites his lip for a moment before replying, “I know that. I do. We are perfect together. I just hate the fighting.” he gives a sigh and leans and leans into the other man’s embrace, “At least it will be over soon and maybe things can go back to the way they were.”
Destiel hums in agreement. “Someday soon the fandoms will both figure it out. It doesn’t matter which of us wins a poll. We are perfect exactly the way that we are. Nothing can ever change that. Our casts support us, our fans support us and we will always have each other.”
“Did you know; I hear we even have ship name now! Stestiel, I believe. I have to say, I like it. And if nothing else, the angry-poll-sex has been amazing!” Sterek replies with a smile before leaning in and capturing Destiel’s lips again.
Apart, they were a fandom divided. But together? Together they are invincible.
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The shadows of purgatory shifted around Dean. He heard the branch crack behind him just a fraction of a second too late, and whipped around, his fist connecting with flesh as he reflexively lashed out. There was a shout of pain. His peripheral vision filled up with a flash of red fabric as someone wheeled away from his blow, staggering back.
“What the hell?” a young voice asked. Dean glared as a teenage boy - a shockingly ordinary-looking teenage boy - fell onto his ass, wincing. He didn’t have any weapons. Anywhere else, and Dean would have assumed he was just some dumb kid, out in the woods for some reason or other. But these weren’t ordinary woods.
“What are you?” Dean snapped, wishing he had a better weapon than the sharpened stick he’d mostly been reduced to. In the distance, a few of the shadows whipped between the trees.
“Stiles,” the kid squeaked. “I’m Stiles, I’m mean I’m a human, I’m - do you know where we are?”
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