candle burning at both ends

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

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2016/12/14 • 12:43

Catching up on studying after having to spend a couple of hours in the ER last night. The experience definitely reminded me how important it is to not burn your candle at both ends! Taking a break is most definitely necessary and it can definitely make you more productive when you come back and push hard!

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“You’ve been hanging around here, trying to make yourself invisible behind this fragile little fuck-up routine of yours, but you can’t. You’re anything but invisible. You’re big. And you’re kind of a great mess, like a candle burning on both ends, but it’s beautiful.”

Birdman (2014) - Dir. Alejandro G. Iñárritu

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I don’t look older, I just look worse, I think. Honestly, when I’m walking down the street, nobody’s like “Hey look at that man!”, I think they’re just like “Whoa! That tall child looks terrible! Get some rest tall child! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends!”

john mulaney; feel free to use as an icon if that’s what delights you.

Junpei: I was hoping, by now, that I would look older, but it didn’t happen. I don’t look older, I just look worse, I think. Honestly, when I’m walking down the street, no one’s ever like ‘hey, look at that man!’ I think they’re just like ‘Whoa! That tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends!’

SOMEONE TELL @katsudonyuuri TO GO TO SLEEP IT IS ONE IN THE MORNJBG WHERE THEY ARE.

SLEEOING HALF THE DAY MEANS NOTHING, YOU NEED SLEEO. YOU CQNT BURN THE CANDLE ON BOTH ENDS OF THE DAY

*I’m sorry, I’m really sleepy lmao*

Mars in the 10th House - Dragon Dreamcatcher

Tremendous ambition, personal drive, and vivid dreamstate characterise Mars in the tenth people. Incredible surges of energy are poured into professional development and ascending up the career ladder into meaningful and emotionally nourishing work. Mars in the tenth are like the inferno burning across the skyline, the force that sets the midheaven into a combust of crackling flames. The individual’s confidence is inspiring as she dives into unknown territory in search of roles that ignite the inner fire. There is a niggling burn in the individual that is duty bound, responsible, and confronts intense self expectation. The individual’s working life can border into compulsive activity, even frenetic and frenzied as she spins herself into circles made of pressure and promotions. It can be all too easy for Mars in the tenth people to exhaust themselves and remain in a state of longstanding lethargy after burning the candle from both ends. The individual simply cannot relax and let life drift past without being involved in the grand picture.

Astrologically, the tenth house symbolises the dominant parent. The relationship with the dominant parent can be quite combative, confrontational, passionate, and the individual may be intimidated and fearful of the parent. This sort of early environment conditions the individual to step into life with her daggers constantly raised for battle. The tenth house Mars energies are raw and travel the path of most resistance. There could be conflict with authority figures and the individual can recklessly stand against any form of dominance that presents itself. The person may feel lost and confused when denied positions of control and crave a sort of power only delegated to a select few. She is a diligent and feverish worker who knows how to assert herself and express her desires in the workplace. Her energetic and persevering enthusiasm bubble can rub people the wrong way. She may find herself in constant disputes with colleagues, supervisors, and principals. She could be a tyrant, working herself into states of sheer fatigue whilst stepping over everybody across the way to succeed. Or she could be the quiet achiever, slowly burning up the fuel in her bones as she focuses her tremendous energies on grabbing hold of her lofty dreams.

Mars in the tenth people are born to lead. And people naturally look to them to rule. Dane Rudhyar says the individual will pour himself emotionally and forcefully into his work and drive himself ruthlessly to meet his goal. Her activity base can be perpetual and border on hysterical. The tenth house represents  the public profile, and with Mars in the tenth the individual could become a figure of notoriety. There are strong desires coupled with an agitated and excited expression that longs to reach into her mental visions and alchemize her wide ranging ambitions into something real. There is little achievement without action with Mars in the tenth and the voyage for power can consume much of the individual’s life. Praise and accreditation is a form of nourishment that generates confidence in the individual and pushes her to achieve more and dream more. She wants to prove to others that she is worthy of her success and acclaim. Every step she takes is made with the intention of becoming something more, and being something meaningful, the dreams that replay in her mind source the surges of impulse that hurtle her toward the heavens. For Mars in the tenth the only option is to burn out. She could never simply fade away.

-Cherry

[art: valfre]

Trigger Warning (don’t read this if you need trigger warnings)

Again, I apologize for my absence. I’ve been testing a virtual reality video game (it’s kinda part No Man’s Sky, part Grand Theft Auto) Basically, I’ve spent the last 30 days fucking and killing everything I can get my virtual mitts on. Actually, in the game my hands are weird opposable hooves. I’m some kinda indestructible humanoid rhinoceros cyborg. I started out playing the game and trying to be a good high brow dude and a politically correct being that honors all other beings and saves the world ect, but I got a little addicted to the game and… Well, it takes place in real time and I’ve kinda been burning the candle at both ends. I try to fit in all my real life freelance work and errands into the 8 hours my virtual character sleeps. As a result, I’d been taking more and more Adderall and not really sleeping and then when I ran out of Addy and switched to methamphetamine. 

So, I was trying to unite people in the game and help society evolve, but I got into a traffic altercation and mangled a family of humanoid bunnies. I first grabbed the father bunny who looked like a stupid fat piece of white trash and I wrapped my hands…err hooves around his neck and tore his fluffy flesh from his spine like the bloody wrapper of an oozing candy bar. His gurgled screams and spastic death throws excited me further or maybe it was the drugs. It was the drugs, right? Cause then I raped and killed his entire family in a delicious blood lust fervor. It was horrifying. I never felt so alive. But it’s OK, right? I mean, it’s just some fantasy game and I’m testing it, right? Gotta see what the limits are.
It’s odd though, after that I just started fucking and killing and destroying and it was like the most awesomely gratifying thing ever. 

I have a partner in the game. She’s indestructible too and we fuck and kill each other and laugh and have the bestest time. She’s like some antelope mutant of delicious flesh electric covered in velvet. She makes Bjork noises and has a thousand kitten teeth. Sometimes I’ll use her body to penetrate and fuck another animal to death. She’ll be all inside of them and tear/explode her way out like a new born orgasmic savior blooming us both into a transcendent dimension of fuck yes!

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You’ve been hanging around here trying to make yourself invisible behind this fragile little fuck-up routine but you can’t. You’re anything but invisible. You’re big. You’re kind of a great mess. It’s like a candle burning at both ends, but it’s beautiful. No amount of booze or weed or attitude is going to hide that.