February 1st is Hourly Comic Book Day, and this year I decided to take part with something a little silly, and hopefully a little poignant, to mark the week Peter Capaldi announced he was leaving Doctor Who.
Here’s all 24 of the strips that I created and tweeted on the hour throughout the day!
Rory’s gravestone, there’s room for one more name, isn’t there? What do you mean? Back away from the Angel, come back to the Tardis! We’ll figure something out. The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him? I don’t know. Nobody knows. But it’s my best shot, yeah? Well, then. I just have to blink, right?
A/N: Credit to @impala-dreamer for semi inspiring this. At least the bed break part with a story about how she broke a bed with her husband. I’ll say no more. Leave it to your imaginations.
Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated
back!” You made your way into your house, calling out for Jensen and your
daughter. “Ellie! Jay!” No answer. You put the grocery bags in the kitchen and
looked around, unable to find them anywhere. Thinking that maybe they fell
asleep upstairs you ran up the staircase, making your way down the hall, when
you heard your daughter’s giggles.
Daddy!” She giggled. “Again!”
come on. Get back on.” You quietly cracked the door of your bedroom open,
peeking inside. Jensen was on his knees on the bed, face down in the covers.
Ellie was crawling over and climbing on his neck. As soon as she was on he
raised up, grabbing her ankles in his hands. She grabbed his head for balance,
a huge smile on her face. “Going up.” Jensen chuckled.
I realised now that i tried and successfully pulled myself away from fandoms for at least a month, that the reason I’m so ‘obsessed’ is that it distracts me from real life, and all the pain that is holds. That i sometimes feel identified with some characters, that I feel less isolated imagining them, and that somehow I feel they’re everything I have.
When I pulled myself apart, the reality surfaced and instead of staying up late, giggling at some cute ship, I stayed up late crying my eyes out at the pains the fandoms cover and burry, I stayed up late crying with a very know to me feeling of emptiness, and you know what was the only thing I could manage to do then? While feeling I had nothing left? What I managed to do was cry out for castiel to save me.
Please never ever ever think of making fun of someone for being “obsessed” with certain book/TV show/ etc. You have no idea what it means to us.
Pairing : DeanxReader, Sam Word count : 1,625 Author : Mel
A/N : this is what happens when I have to pee at 4am, and my kid’s radio is playing “Say my name.” by Destiny’s Child.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor and trying to keep your nerve when the Impala pulled in outside. You waited quietly and patiently for them to come into the room. You hoped they didn’t get hurt on this hunt, or your nerve would be gone. Holding your breath as their boots came loser to the door, you glanced up as it finally opened and Dean walked in smiling, with Sam behind him.
“Hey baby.” Dean grinned at you. Both boys looked unhurt, which gave you a sense of relief for just a moment, but you didn’t miss how Sam instantly furrowed his brows at the sight of you.
Sitting there, in the dark interior of the Impala, I couldn’t
keep my eyes off the women curled into the corner of the back seat. She was
still wearing her plain wedding dress, her fingers nervously picking at the hem
as she stared out the window.
“Y/N, I know this marriage wasn’t of your choosing either. I
just want you to know that I’m not going to expect a real marriage. I won’t
force you into anything you don’t want. You can have your own room, and if,
after a couple of days you still feel the need, you can leave. I won’t come
after you, I won’t force you to stay. I want you to be happy, and if that
includes staying with us, then you are more than welcome to.” I found myself
saying, watching as her wide gaze landed on mine through the rear-view mirror.
She hadn’t said much the entire day, and I didn’t blame her either.
With attentive eyes Dean watches her every move, as Y/N pushes her way through the crowded saloon to get to the counter. He hates how every single man around her turns their head to see her as she walks by, wheels revolting in their minds imagining the things they could do to her. Dean sighs again in annoyance since there’s nothing else he can do. She offered herself to go get this next round and she’s perfectly capable of defend herself.
Next to him in the little booth Sam scoffs, causing Dean’s sentinel’s watch on Y/N to decay. “What is your problem?” His tone is somewhat blunt. Which only causes Sam grin to widen.
“You should go over there and get her before he does.” Sam’s eyebrows signal forwards, towards the counter and his mouth gets occupied by the lips of his bottle. His eyes close as he tips it up to finish the contents.
After your run in with those men, Dean made sure you stayed
by his side the rest of the shopping trip. As he traversed the rest of the
store, you glanced around, surprised with the different families you saw. Kids
were running around happily, annoying their parents but acting as if they didn’t
have a care in the world. And they probably didn’t. So unlike the compound, you
thought to yourself. Even from an early age, you knew your roles, you knew the
You were starting to realize how strict and dull life was in
the hunting communities, even when faced with the risk of monsters. And even
though you had been away for only a day, you were grateful to Dean for taking
you away from that kind of life. No matter what happened between the two of
you, he had opened your eyes to this new and exciting life.