me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

This one is so hard to accept. Reblogging to knock that into my brain.

Me as a writer: I feel like I’m repeating myself, I’ve already used that theme, I’ve already written that kink, that other character uses that speech pattern so this one in another fandom can’t, I feel like I’m writing predictable things, is this different enough from that other thing I wrote, are people filling out bingo cards by my work? :sobbing:

Me as a reader: oh hell yeah this hit the spot exactly, I hope this writer has written 20 more just like it

As one friend said when I felt I was reusing a theme too much, nobody ever says, Did Agatha Christie write about murder again?

I actually laughed out loud at the last one. A very good point.

“I love this, I hope there isn’t anything else out there like it!” Said no one ever

The cutest sandwich

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January 2nd doesn’t get enough credit for being the real day people get their shit together.

2018 is almost over and all I gotta say is what the fuck was that

First Time for Everything

Characters: Dean, Cas

Pairing: Destiel

Word Count: 922

Warnings: Fluffy, fluffy fluff, nothing else really

A/N: Bam, second week of Destiel Bingo!!!! My prompt was G4: Castiel’s First Time. I hope you guys like it :)

A big thank you to @cutelittlekittykorner for helping me figure out the ending and a few other things for this :)

Tags: The Usual Suspects: @d-s-winchester @britney8793 @holywaterbucketchallenge @demondean-for-kingofhell @kazchester-fanfiction @blacktithe7 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @thinkwritexpress-official @ellen-reincarnated1967 @singingflames @ursuchapunk @rescue-c2-man @grumpy-kittycas @idreamofhazel @oneshoeshort @docharleythegeekqueen @lucifer-in-leather @shadyexperttiger @hobby27

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“Are you sure?” Dean asked, meeting Castiel’s intense gaze.

“Yes, I am sure.” Cas took a breath to steady his shaking limbs. “Just… take it slow.”

Cas was used to being in control, but now he was trusting Dean completely and allowing him to take charge of the situation and guide him through. The smile that broke across Dean’s face told him he was making the right choice, and he relaxed a little, knowing that Dean would do everything in his power to make sure Cas didn’t get hurt and enjoyed every moment.

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AWWWWW

treat yourself like you would treat your favorite character

As a fanfiction author I think this is a bad idea.

Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids

Holy moly this was my childhood… loved those stamp pens 🤓

This Photograph

Word Count: 492

Pairing: Beka x Sam

Warnings: Angst

Prompt is in bold

A/N: This was written for @impala-dreamer​’s Tell Me a Me Story Drabble Challenge. Boy let me tell you, I was really worried I wouldn’t be able to keep this under 500 words. But it was really fun to write and I hope you like it!!

Tagging:

The Usual Suspects: @d-s-winchester @britney8793 @holywaterbucketchallenge @demondean-for-kingofhell @kazchester-fanfiction @blacktithe7 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @thinkwritexpress-official @ellen-reincarnated1967 @singingflames @ursuchapunk @rescue-c2-man @grumpy-kittycas @idreamofhazel @oneshoeshort @docharleythegeekqueen @lucifer-in-leather @shadyexperttiger

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Beka sat on the floor in the living room of Sam’s apartment, surrounded by photo albums. She hadn’t looked at them in a long time. Of course, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to step foot into Sam’s apartment in months.

Now, she relived the memories Sam had tucked away in bookshelves and desk drawers. There was a photo of Her, Sam, and Dean with a red picnic blanket spread across the trunk of the Impala, sandwiches and beer bottles placed sporadically on the blanket. Beka remembered it like it was yesterday. It was the last time they were all together; the last time she saw Sam’s radiant smile.

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Destiel December Writing Challenge

That’s right, guys! It’s challenge time. This time I want all of your Destiel related hopes, dreams and fantasies!!

How is this challenge going to work? EXCELLENT QUESTION!!!

Simple: You send me an ask indicating the genre of the fic you want to write (Angst, Fluff, Smut, or Crack). I will answer your ask with a song prompt. I have separate song lists for each genre.

Interested? Hell yeah, you’re interested!!

Rules and regs are below the cut

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Destiel Drabble 1

Warnings: fluff? I think that is all?

Word Count: 454

A/N: I have been out of the game for way too long. So I thought I would try to get back into it with some drabbles. Hopefully they don’t suck xD. Thank you to @grumpy-kittycas for being awesome, amazing, and helping me be more inspired and for making my random word spew make sense. Love you girl!!

Tagging all the people on my taglist from like a year ago :) sorry its been so long guys!!

@d-s-winchester, @britney8793, @holywaterbucketchallenge, @demondean-for-kingofhell, @kazchester-fanfiction, @blacktithe7, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @thinkwritexpress-official, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @singingflames, @ursuchapunk, @rescue-c2-man, @idreamofhazel, @oneshoeshort, @lucifer-in-leather

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SO CUTE I'M IN LOVE

Just imagine:  John Winchester comes back from death

Imagine TFW Using The Word “Christo” Everytime They’re Around Crowley Just To See Him Twitch...

Hyperarousal is a primary symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).   Being overly sensitive to sounds is one of the symptoms.

Oooh I’m sure Jared discovered it during his PTSD reaserch and adapted to Sam. This show doesn’t deserve him! And can you even imagine how EXHAUSTING - physically and emotionally - must be keeping all these little ticks in check? Oh Jared <3

This is interesting. I wonder if this is a link back to childhood? Personally I don’t think John hit his kids but if he yelled a lot then I can understand Sam’s reaction to loud sounds. I grew up in a house where a lot yelling and hitting went on and I jump at loud and sudden sounds or movements (Like I knew I was gonna get my head smacked if I pissed off the wrong parent)

His Hair

Megstiel Drabble

Word Count: 370

Warnings: Fluff, Castiel’s Hair (which, tbh, might warrant a NSFW tag by itself)

A/N: Just a short little Megstiel fluff for y’all. Special thanks to @blacktithe7 for being my beta on this one. Enjoy y’all!

Castiel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, still slightly fogged from his warm shower. Simple human tasks such as bathing - although pointless to the angel - had a rather calming effect that he had grown attached to.

His hair was still damp and in a mess as he grabbed a small section. He twirled it around his finger, noticing how it had grown. Human hair grew, he thought. However, a human vessel didn’t age- or at least shouldn’t.

Castiel had keep note of Jimmy’s body aging. Although subtle, it was not as it should have been. He often wondered if, by spending as much time on Earth as he did, he was growing almost human.

The thought passed as it mattered little.

Castiel grabbed the scissors and raised them to the bunch of hair he held. Opening the pair, he took a deep breath.

“Woah, woah, slow down there, angel boy.” Meg enter the bathroom, shaking her head with a smile. “Now what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Cutting my hair,” he answered sternly. “A regular task,” he continued, “of which I didn’t think required interrogation.”

Meg smirked. She reached for the scissors, having to raise her feet in order to match his height. She took them, then returned them to their proper place amongst the bathroom shelves. “Well, you thought wrong.”

She walked closer to Castiel, looking up into his blue eyes. Running her fingers through his hair, she clenched her hand to pull him down into a kiss.

Castiel felt Meg’s lips form into a smile as he pulled her into his chest.

Kissing: another human task he had grown fond of.

When their makeout session ended, Meg returned her gaze to his hair. Shaking her hand through it, making more of a mess than it had originally been, she just smiled.

“Yeah,” she said, “there’s no way I’m ever letting you shorten this beautiful chaos you’ve got going on.”

Castiel thought for a moment. Although he was not much of a flirt, or even knew how to be a proper part of a relationship for that matter, he returned with, “Well, if it means more kisses like that, I’ll never want to cut it.”

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A/N (pt. 2): Hey guys, lemme know if you liked this/wish to be tagged in future work. Feel free to PM me (or ask) if you have any drabble ideas. :)

Tagging @singingflames because I know Megstiel is your secret pleasure.

Ten Years of Castiel - day four ↳  Cas + favorite alternative version: Lucifer!Cas