it just works so well with the story

The last chapter of Mob Psycho is honestly so eye-opening for Tome’s character to me, because it is honestly way…way too real. The whole fear of failure thing has literally been one of the major factors that dictates how I act, ever since I was a little kid. Literally doing anything that takes initiative is absolutely terrifying to me, and I’ve let so many amazing opportunities and experiences go because of it. It’s one of the things I’ve been trying really hard to fight off, because not only does it affect me but it affects others as well. My reluctance to go through with things because I fear I might fail stops the people I’m working with to get through to that goal. I freeze up, freak out and break down because of that fear and I feel that Tome is going exactly through this right now… i dunno, I just feel very close to her story arc at this moment. I wish I had someone to say this out loud and reassure me when I went through these episodes when I was 15 because god knows I needed it back then and god knows I still need it now hahaha

Her Phantom... Discussion...

So, some of you saw the utter saltiness of my post last night when I was far too tired to be interacting with the real world. Well, because I can, I’m posting the ongoing conversation with that reviewer here. I won’t put the name for that user, because I’m not a shitty person.

Read after the line, if you’d like.

TL;DR, a reader tried to say I’m a terrible, lazy writer. I responded with a long list of reasons why their argument is invalid.

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Q: Have you talked to Harrison Ford since that story came out?

CF: Yeah, I just saw him…umm…on Oscar night at some party and I asked him…You know how that have the reel on all the people that died.

Q: Yes, yes.

CF: I asked him if he would be in my death reel and if he would sing.

Q: That he would sing?

CF: Yeah. It’s just something I want. Well, because they did that thing with John Hughes. They brought out all these actors that had worked with him.

Q: Yes. Right.

CF: So, I figure, you know, they’ll bring out, depending on of course when it happens, there’s a lot of people they can bring out. He’s gonna sing “Melancholy Wookie.” No.

Q: Have you ever heard Harrison sing? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sing.

CF: No, and I don’t think we’re missing much.

Rebel Force Radio, 2010

A few reasons to start Boku No Hero Academia, if you haven’t yet:

  • A cinnamon roll MC who’s all brains and only beginning the brawn part when the story begins
  • Wonderfully different characters that work well together
  • Said characters are also very wonderfully flawed
  • Said characters undergo some form of character development as the story progresses, but not at any point is it a 180 degree one or unrealistic to their pre-established characteristics
  • Logical explanations, limitations to everyone’s abilities and powers
  • Flawed, not-as-OP-as-you-would-think mentors
  • Actual consequences of actual actions taken - nope, not even your fave gets a free pass
  • Minimal fan-service. And where it does happen it’s usually with the character themselves depicted as being comfortable with it 
  • Main female character not subjected to fan-service
  • The one lecherous character is deliberately depicted as unappealing and a general loser, and even his redeeming moments include no form of lecherousness on his part 
  • No other character - especially the “cool” ones or general favourites - supports/indulges in lecherous behaviour 
  • What are minor characters?
  • Most parents are alive, well and supportive of their kids in their own way
  • Dick behaviour in “good” characters not justified with a sad, tragic past so much as their own decisions/characteristics leading them to behave in that manner
  • Amazing action in every arc so far
  • Power-ups that are earned with time and effort put into towards earning them
  • MC isn’t always the problem solving, enemy defeating star of every arc
  • Genuinely interesting, memorable villains whose presence actually leave consequences 
  • Wonderful writing in general tbh

Seriously, 12/10 recommend

I said once that a home is just a grouping of objects, connected by a shared personal experience of time, which was just a fancy way of really just asking you to move in with me, and, um, and it worked but I wasn’t wrong, and I know now that a relationship is just a grouping of moments, connected by that same shared personal experience of time. what it means to make a life together is to take the experience of two different lives and choose to interpret them as a single shared narrative, so, in other words, changing the story about you, or the story about me, into the story about us. do you remember before the throat surgery when I sounded like this: “science is neat”? well, science is neat and I still believe that, but I know now that a lot of things are neat. having a quiet breakfast with another person is neat; calling someone over to experience a particularly noisy sunset is neat; this town is neat; night vale is neat; love is neat. love is- is very neat, actually and, um, and you are neat. that first night, when we sat on the trunk of my car and looked at the lights above the arby’s, when we got up to leave, I looked at you and I tried to think of how to say everything I was feeling, but I’ve never really been good at describing feelings, I’m only good at describing facts and love- love isn’t a fact, you know, love, it’s- it’s a hunch at first, and then later, it’s a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. that’s love and I didn’t- I didn’t know how to express that, and, so, I just said “I’m glad I decided to call you”, and now, um, tonight I say I’m glad again for this decision and all the decisions that will come every day after, which is to say, uh, scientifically speaking of course, speaking from the point of view of mere facts and logic and you know, um, what with this science and all, I just thought that it was time for us to make a life together.
—  Carlos the Scientist, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 100 “Toast”

The Handplates AU by @zarla-s is a pretty dark place, and it looks like Dr. Gaster will never reveal his secret to anyone. But, what if he got caught…?

I’m back! Sorry about the wait, last week was…a thing, and this one took a bit more editing on the back end than usual. So remember when I said I was writing a Handplates fic? Well here it is! Asgore and Gaster are both played by a good friend of mine who also helped me edit the story, @hatori1181, aka Batzmaru!

This accomplishes like 3 goals of mine for this channel in one. First, to get something handplates on it. Second, to get Batz involved in something. And third, to get something I wrote up here, so it’s totally new to everybody listening :3 If you’d rather read it though, here is a link to it on AO3. And this is a one-shot, buuuut I caught the writing bug again and now I’m well into a follow-up. So this may not be the last you see of this story!

Oh, and fun fact: One scene in this was heavily inspired by these sketches by zarla. If you listen to the story I think it should be clear which sketch, lol. I had this idea knocking around in my head for a while, but those sketches really kicked me into high gear and turned me into a writing hermit for a weekend.

Also I had this song on repeat like the whole time I was writing this.

anonymous asked:

Dramione post hogwarts please! I love your writing by the way!

  • within a month after the war draco turns himself in, and convinces his father to do so also
  • their sole condition is that narcissa doesn’t step foot in azkaban
  • draco gets two years
  • lucius gets life
  • within a year after the war hermione has, on top of her work at the ministry, started a small advocacy group 
  • (as well as split with ron because, in the end, they just want two fundamentally different things out of life)
  • in the following year her group triples in size and workload and, although she loves it, it’s getting to be quite stressful
  • which is not made any easier by malfoy turning up at her ministry office just as she’s locking up
  • “malfoy? what - i thought -” she is beyond confused
  • “i was. i’ve served my time and now i’m out and would i like to help.”
  • “help? with what?” she’s aggravated and tired and the books in her hands are getting heavy
  • “you know,” he says, gesturing vaguely at the air around her. she looks at her office door then back to him
  • “you want a job at the ministry?” she asks, as if its the most ridiculous thing she’s heard all year. 
  • and he laughs the same way. “merlin, no. are you daft? no, no. at your little -” he says, gesturing again, “group…thing.”
  • hermione’s mouth drops open a little and she huffs. “little group thing? yeah, call me daft and then insult my work, that’ll get you what you want.” she tucks her chin and pushes passed him, fuming at his gall. 
  • draco sighs, “the creevey foundation” he calls, giving up his aloof facade and she stops, but doesn’t turn around. “you’re over eighteen hundred galleons short in the werewolf rights fundraiser, you’re no where close to getting that muggle building for your proposed orphanage, you need actual offices if you’re going to grow any more at all, and do you even have any idea what really goes on in getting a bill passed? because if you’re not willing to do whatever it takes then you can kiss your house elf reformation good bye.” 
  • hermione grips at her books and grinds her teeth. so what if he did his research? she’s done just fine on her own for two hers, and she hadn’t even spoken with harry about the lycanthropy fundraiser yet. okay, sure she couldn’t continue to work out of her ministry office (or her home) for much longer, not if she kept amassing employees and volunteers like she had been, but she could figure something out, couldn’t she?
  • “face it granger, you need me”
  • she whips around, ready to throw a scolding at him, but nearly stumbles when he’s right there, looking down at her with a defeated look in his face. 
  • “and i… kind of need this” he finally admits. “please.”
  • she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “fine” she says through her teeth. “my office, seven am sharp. if you are even one -”
  • “granger i’m never late.” 
  • “one second late, you can find somewhere else absolve your  conscience.” she turns on her heels and hurries away, hoping to god she isn’t making a mistake. 


The story is really amazing, & I’m learning better how to draw him! The cake is just a little appreciation for all that he’s gone through, & for Xed portraying the story so well. She works really hard on the comic, & I wish her much luck on her future projects. Enjoy the cake Fatal!



Wondering who sent him that cake?

Yeah, me neither. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I never told you guys my petty revenge story.

So it’s ten till close at the pizza place I worked at. A man and his daughter walk in to order. I tell them it’ll take a bit longer since the oven has to reheat. He says it’s no problem, but people lie.

While waiting I am forced to listen to this asshole whine about how long it’s taking and about how unprofessional we are and his daughter just laughs it up. Whatever. One well done pizza later I ring him up. His daughter asks about the delivery driver opening, sneaking in a lovely comment about how we looked like we needed the help, earning her a beaming grin from the father. I tell her if she’s over 18 (company policy) I could give her an application, to which the father responds

“Ah shes only sixteen. What a shame she’d be perfect for the job. Pretty girls get all the tips”

He then takes a long look at me and writes a big fat zero under the tip line. His daughter is in hysterics. Now I was very self conscious about my appearance, and this was the first time in months I had the confidence to go out without makeup on. This absolute foot of a person decided he has the right to tear me down like that? I am furious, humiliated, and just want to go home so I usher him out. I am interrupted by a

“Wait, this pizza isn’t well done enough. You need to send it through the oven again” followed by a snide remark to the daughter about incompetence. I accept the offering the karma gods sent me. I inform him that sending it through again might burn it, and it can’t be voided if it happens. But he insists. So I take my sweet time, listen to them bitch, hum a little song, I enjoy this.

I give him his disaster of a pizza. Its blackened, hard, and completely inedible. He’s practically smoking out of his ears when he sees it and demands a refund. I politely inform them that I told them earlier the policies, and was unable to authorize it. Bewildered that he didn’t get what he wants he goes scarlet and demands to speak to a manager, practically screaming.

I put on my sweetest smile and say with a voice that is borderline psychotic I say

“I am the manager”

I assume it’s pretty hard to talk shit when you have to eat a near black pizza because that was the last time I saw him.

Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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UT Fankids Week
(kinda maybe? I mean the thing is that it had Sanscest in the tags…error ink is kinda sanscest so…. eh? I might be pulling a few strings here but even if these are not valid I hope to still do them!)

Day 1: First Words

Welp wanted to do something for this fun week! Even have a small story that goes along with it under the read more! ( well more of a ramble of a draft of how it could work but still! )

But man, this was fun to figure out what beginning PJ looked like. Heh man he looks like a MESS. Though no scarf or bag so yeah… he did just form o-o

I have no clue if PJ fits into the Fankids week thing but I like the prompts and hope to give more incite to how he’s like while growing up. 
(note the Ink and Error represented here are not canon however I tried to have them have more canon personalities and actions so *shrugs*. Just a warning cause yeah… technically there is no PJ but this is just how they are canon to his story o-o)

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Respect Your Elders - Avengers x Reader

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Words: 1036
Pairing: Avengers x teen!Reader (mainly tony)
Featuring: Tony, Peter Parker, Steve
Warnings: swearing(?), sarcasm, fighting
Requested by @ibenkastbergskole
Hey I love your work, it’s so well written that I feel every emotion that you describe :) I was wondering if you could write a story with Avengersxfemreader. Where the reader is reather sarcastic, and she says something teasingly to Tony who tell her “to respect her elders” or something like that. And she tells him she’ll start when he does, and he asks what she means and she says he need to treat Bucky and Steve with respect as they are his elders? I don’t know just an idea I had 😉
Authors Note: i actually liked this more than i thought i was going to- yay!

Masterlist. Request List.

“Seriously?” You groaned with an eye roll when Tony walked passed the couch, taking your phone.

“Yes, seriously,” Tony rolled his eyes back at you, “You need to socialize, you filthy teenager.”

“I’ll socialize when I’m older and don’t know how to use social media,” You snatched your phone away from him.

“You-” Tony was cut off by Steve shouting for him before he could criticize you anymore.

“Oh, guess you have to go report to the big boss. Have fun!” You smirked and pushed him out of the room, looking back at your phone to send a text.

Clicking on Peter Parker’s contact name, RUN AWAY IT’S A SPIDER, you texted him. “Let’s hang out and complain about Tony.

I’m down,” He replied almost instantly.

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stevlaille  asked:

Advice for someone that will be graduating highschool soon, and wants to get into storyboarding? What can I do to prepare?

  • Watch your favorite movies and analyze shots, figure out why they work so well. Storyboarding is mostly about organizing shots and camera angles in just the right way to tell the story best.
  • Read comics, if you don’t already, and if you do, read more. Maybe make your own. This is especially valuable if you want to do board-driven (when the board artists are responsible for adding jokes and dialog) stuff. Most jobs are not board-driven, most will just have you read a script and translate it to visuals. But knowing how to write makes a way more valuable board artist.
  • Get good at drawing quickly and clearly, develop a shorthand (a way to draw characters without taking too long). learn a lot about posing and anatomy drawing, ITSA REAL IMPORTANT
  • Try making your own storyboards with your own characters. There’s lots of free templates out there.
  • put your work online somewhere and on social media. get feedback.
  • once you’ve done all that and you think you have what it takes, apply for jobs.
Life's puzzle pieces

Name: Life’s puzzle pieces

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Theme: Fluff.

Warnings: Injure.

This story is based on two requests i got. They just worked so well together. By lovely @eli-cya and @abbiefangirls247

Tag: @seninjakitey @umbrellas-and-tallymarks @oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction @elvirateaqueen13 @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader  @rawrcoptergaming  @seaweedredandbrown @fantasticbeastsimagines @ohlookfanfiction @hirainhisrain @waywardtimemachinejellyfish @this-is-a-unique-username @socktrollqueen   @n-octicolor @fairylightsandfandoms @kazezakura @animeo2l @aeichajoanes

If you want to request something; to talk or to let me know anything - ASK is always open. Remember: you guys make my work continue <3

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I am so excited!!! This little book (well, 264 pages) has been about 9 months in the making, and it’s finally done. Good grief.

Basically, many of my friends at my undergrad university did Creative Writing with me, and for our final project we had to write a 6k word short story and 2k critical commentary - which, by the way, as someone who has done a Master’s since and written a 20k thesis, was just as hard as writing a standard dissertation. As a surprise to everyone, I sneakily got copies of everyone’s short stories by pretending I just wanted to read them and compare them to mine, and I made them all into an anthology, which I gave to everyone at graduation. It was a really fun project to work on, even though it took ages to proof read the entire thing and design the cover and cry over Word formatting. We called ourselves the Come Along Collective because ‘come along’ was kind of a catchphrase of ours and ‘collective’ sounded professional and artistic. Sue us, we had degrees in this shit.

In June last year, about 3 years after we graduated, we met up (a pretty big deal, seeing as one of us now lives in the US!) and decided to do another anthology. Without the immediate option of including our conveniently timed university dissertation equivalents, we agreed that it would be really fun if we all wrote a short story of between 4-15k words - this is actually why I wrote Here, the World Entire, which appears in this anthology in a slightly shorter form! Since I made that first anthology back in 2013 our friendship group has changed a little, and so one contributor to the first anthology isn’t in this one and we have a new contributor, but that’s OK; it kind of charts the progression of everyone’s experiences since university.

So, over the past 9 months or so, we all wrote a story each, and everyone put their all into their stories, despite being 23-25 now and not having the luxury of time that we used to have, and honestly, the stories are amazing. There’s not a single one in there that I wouldn’t read in a literary magazine. One person didn’t do Creative Writing and was really worried about their story not matching up to the others, but it absolutely does. I did a little cry when I read it because it was so good and the writer didn’t think it was (I think they are now aware that they are actually super talented and should definitely write more). That was one of the reasons I’m so happy to have this physical copy as proof that it’s done, and people who thought they couldn’t do it did do it, and they did it fabulously, because every single person wrote something phenomenal.

There was one person in the group who wasn’t able to write anything because they had a lot going on in their life, and so the rest of us prepared a SUPER SECRET SURPRISE, complete with a secret Facebook group chat (which was literally titled THE ONE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP SECRET) in which we collaborated and wrote a story for her instead so that she would still have a story in the anthology. One person wrote a section, then handed it to the next person, and so on. It turned out to be an absolutely hilarious story involving Emily Blunt as an evil sorceress, Jez and Mark from Peep Show as couriers, and our old landlord as an arch villain. It’s pretty rad, not going to lie. That person still gets their name on the cover because the story wouldn’t have been written without them; we basically tried our best to put that person’s personality into a narrative, and that’s why it’s so weird. They are weird, is what I’m saying.

This whole thing was a massive labour of love for all of us. I was literally proof reading it on lunch breaks, and taking graphic design assignments at work so that I could practice for when I made the cover (which I think looks snazzy, if endearingly off-kilter). Everyone was hugely supportive of one another, giving each other prompts and feedback whenever anyone got stuck, and it was such a fantastic experience to make it from start to finish. I’m so, so proud of the end product, and I’m excited to see what our next one will look like!

I have also prepared a super secret special surprise of my own for everyone within this anthology, which I won’t disclose here just in case any of them happen upon this post. It’s rad, though. I’m excited for everyone to see it.

This isn’t available for commercial purchase or anything like that, but it’s a personal project that’s been taking up a lot of my time lately (in a good way!) and it’ll be kind of sad not to have this to work towards. Still, onto the next thing!

The Hawthorn mystery: why did Draco's wand work for Harry?

Hi, Anon! Hope you don’t mind me answering it in a text post! Just better formatting, I suppose. Looks better on my blog, anyways. Thanks! 💜

About the question: well, no one knows for sure, but we can talk about wandlore and maybe we can get some answers. Shall we?

(It’ll probably have a thousand typos, because it’s a shitload of text, so forgive me, my buddies. Love you.)

To be honest, this is a subject JKR failed to explore, even though the Elder Wand was so crucial to the story. We don’t really learn that much about how they work or why they are needed, besides the basic of the basic.

As we know, the wand chooses the wizard. That alone can explain a lot about why certain wands work for people and others don’t. But it’s way more complex than it sounds like.

For example: Harry was chosen by the Holly wand with Fawkes’s feather. And it makes sense, because he’s a horcrux, so he has a part of Voldemort within him. But I wouldn’t say that’s the reason, even though it seems obvious. Because the wand recognises the nature of the wizard, what they intend to do with it, who they are and will be.

No one knows how it does that, not even wand makers, but it’s more than identification, especially at such a young age. That’s why most wands stay with wizards for a long time, unless they are broken or stolen. Because even though they change as people, the core (quite literally) is almost always the same, to the wand. The signs were always there. It’s practically divination, to be honest.

‘The wand chooses the wizard. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore… if you are any wizard at all you will be able to channel your magic through almost any instrument. The best results, however, must always come where there is the strongest affinity between wizard and wand. These connections are complex. An initial attraction, and then a mutual quest for experience, the wand learning from the wizard, the wizard from the wand.’ - Mr. Ollivander

Now, if you take a look at each of the properties of the wands, you’ll be able to understand Draco’s wand, why it was so friendly to Harry and why it was able to help him kill Voldemort.

1. The wood

It’s chosen according to your birth tree in the Celtic tree calendar. Yes. This is something most people don’t even know, and it’s so important because it makes wandlore a bit easier to understand.

Why? Well, it obviously relates to Astronomy, Astrology, divination… So it’s easier to understand how it’s shaped to suit people’s personalities, their magic cores as wizards, etc. The wand is not the source of the power, it’s a channel to concentrate the power from within the wizard. So you could say the wood represents the nature of the wizard, what he’s already born with.

To understand how the wood alone can say a lot about a wizard’s nature, let’s take a look at what Ollivander has to say about Hawthorn, Draco’s wandwood:

The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.

I think Draco’s whole storyline is in there. His conflicted nature (he’s a Gemini, for fuck’s sake!), his turmoils, how actually talented and powerful he is. 

(It’s also a sign Draco should become a Healer. Sorry, that’s my headcanon and I can’t shut up about it!)

Also, the reason Harry’s spell backfires is right there (because Harry was not evil nor wanted to kill Voldemort, he tried to save him until the end). And the fact Hawthorn is not easy to master. Keep that in mind.

2. The length and flexibility

Both aspects of wands are so underrated. 

Ollivander wrote, about the length: “longer wands might suit taller wizards, but they tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic”. 

So it’s no surprise Hagrid’s is 16" and Ron is 14", because they are both tall and quite dramatic in their demeanour. Meanwhile, Harry is 11" and Draco, although slightly taller than him, is 10", showing how his magic is more introspective and he is more guarded, closed off. 

(Lol wands are so phallic, impossible not to giggle while you discuss lengths)

He also wrote, about the flexibility: “denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair”.

It’s no surprise, then, that Bellatrix’s wand is rigid or that Harry’s is flexible. Her wand was always intended for evil and madness, because it’s in her nature; Harry’s, on the other hand, was flexible enough to adapt to his nature, even though he was part-horcrux and could end up being evil. The wand knew better.

Draco’s wand is reasonably flexible. Which could mean it’s consistent, but if forced, adaptable. So again, it’s not in its nature to just accept changing allegiances. It will fight until the end not to be mastered.

So both its wood and its flexibility are huge indicators of how hard it would be for his wand to be mastered and change loyalties. Again, keep that in mind.

3. The core

The core is an even more complex aspect of wands. While the wood represents the wizard’s nature as a person (their body and heart), the core represents the nature of their magic. It’s in the way they use it, the potency, what they’re good at, etc.

Now let’s take a look at Ollivander’s comments on Unicorn hair, Draco’s wand core:

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.

Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

Wow. I mean, this is illuminating, isn’t it? First of all, even though Hawthorn is contradictory, it is balanced by the hair, making it a more consistent wand.

(Oh, and it’s a great property for healers, because the Unicorn is known to be pure and its blood can keep you alive. So, again, Healer! Draco, please.)

It’s also the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts, and that is a clear sign that Draco was never a dark wizard by nature, he didn’t want to be dark. He wasn’t dark, otherwise this wand wouldn’t have chosen him in the first place.

And last, but definitely not least, they are the most faithful, and tend to remain attached to their first owner. 

Well, there’s that then. All the aspects in Draco’s wand are adamant to it being difficult to master and even harder to change allegiances. It would fight until the end to work only for its master, and the hair could even die from it. 

So why did it change masters that easily, then? That’s the question, innit?

Here’s what JKR has said about the whole Hawthorn wand business:

‘So one would expect a certain amount of loyalty from one’s wand. So even if you were disarmed while carrying it, even if you lost a fight while carrying it, it has developed an affinity with you that it will not give up easily. If, however, a wand is won, properly won in an adult duel, then a wand may switch allegiance, and it will certainly work better even if it hasn’t fully switched allegiance for the person who won it. So that of course is what happens when Harry takes Draco’s wand from him…’

Not trying to correct JKR because she’s the fucking author, but doing it anyway: Draco and Harry didn’t duel, dear Joanne. He only took the wands in a hurry. He never disarmed him. Proof?

As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage, Harry took his chance; he leapt over an armchair and wrested the three wands from Draco’s grip…

Well, well, well. No duel. How… interesting.

JKR’s argument here is that, even though they didn’t properly duel, Draco was disarmed the muggle way, with a good old shove. Well, again, not trying to diss her own understanding of her world, but this pathetic wrestle doesn’t count. If that was all it took, then wands would be pretty useless, hm? Their allegiance should survive a shove. They’re expensive, God’s sake!

Let’s read JKR’s own canon a bit more, shall we?

Harry looked down at the hawthorn wand that had once belonged to Draco Malfoy. He had been surprised, but pleased, to discover that it worked for him at least as well as Hermione’s had done.

Pleased. Heheh. So gay. Anyway.

It’s funny that she included this in the book, because it contradicts her own laws of wands. According to them, if you steal/borrow someone else’s wand, it won’t change allegiances, obtaining only “fair results”. The allegiance only changes if it’s won.

Well, JKR, Hermione’s wand works perfectly for Harry even though he never disarmed her. Just like Draco’s, who he also never disarmed. So why do they change loyalties, or at least share loyalties? Harry sees both wands as friendly, and he naturally uses both with no problems.

So here’s my personal theory, from everything I’ve read and all the time I’ve spent overthinking the issue without being paid a single pound: 

Harry had their complete, absolute trust.

(Ok, it sounds stupid, but bear with me.)

People were part of the war for many reasons, right? For their families, their friends, themselves, for justice and all that. They keep their reasons until the end, hopefully. Right? Even those fighting for Harry, they had their own reasons.

Now, what was the main reason Hermione ended up in the middle of this war? It’s not in her nature to fight, she’s not a warrior. But she knew she had to help Harry. It was only Harry. She didn’t have family fighting alongside her. She didn’t have any other allegiance.

Why she never, not even once, mistrusted Harry? Ron did and they were so close. That’s because his primary reason for being there was his family, not Harry (that doesn’t mean he didn’t love or trust Harry, but he would choose his family, if he had to).

This absolute trust Hermione had for Harry has the same origin as everything good in Harry Potter: sacrifice. She gave up her own parents, her own story. She made a huge sacrifice for Harry. She gave up her doubts and any other loyalty she had to follow him.

What about Draco, you ask?

He had his family as his only loyalty throughout his whole life. But that went to shit, to be honest. His whole world stopped making sense. Everything he believe was a lie. He didn’t trust his parents anymore, even though he loved them immensely. He was so confused (“I love a good turmoil”, his wand said, happily).

And I think sacrifice is exactly what happened to Draco at Malfoy Manor. He made it by not identifying Harry, by betraying his own family and Voldemort and risking his own life (and he does that again in the Room of Requirement).

At that moment, his only hope, his only trust in the world was Harry. Because if Voldemort won, he was fucked. Not only because he didn’t want to live in that world he once thought perfect, but because he was a shitty Death Eater, he didn’t want to kill or torture. He didn’t believe in Voldemort anymore. He didn’t have anything else to believe, at that exact moment.

When he “lost” his wand to Harry, his allegiance had already changed in such a visceral way that it was easy for them to share his wand (and the Elder Wand, by proxy). Because he trusted Harry with his heart and soul. 

If that isn’t love, I don’t want to know what is, because it’s not good enough. 

I don’t even care if you believe in Drarry or not, if you think this love I’m talking about is romantic or platonic. Regardless, it was there. You can’t deny it. I won’t let you. Because otherwise, everything we know about wands IS A LIE. And the Wizarding World doesn’t live like that. Magic makes at least a little bit of sense.

(Even though what we’re discussing is fictional. Sorry, I’m that insane.)

And remember how Narcissa’s wand didn’t “understand” Draco? 

Her wand is unknown, but it’s said to resemble Lucius’s, so it was probably Elmwood, a wand considered desirable for purebloods. Imagine that. The nature of her wand was not the same as his at all. She was selfish and didn’t have any allegiances but her own family. Even when she makes that final sacrifice, lying to Voldemort, it’s for Draco. She couldn’t care less about Harry’s life. 

So her wand not adapting to him is a huge indicator that his loyalty wasn’t with his family at all anymore. They were with Harry now (the whole “DON’T KILL HIM! DON’T KILL HIM!” shebang is like a neon sign, innit?).

And loyalty means much more than just wands in Harry Potter. The two Death Eaters who betrayed Voldemort, Snape and Regulus, sacrificed their lives, reputation, love (doesn’t matter which kind). They were something so foreign to Voldemort he never once thought they betrayed him. 

Because loyalty free of ulterior motives is love in its most visceral sense.

And the same fucking thing happened to Draco, right? Voldemort never, not even once, was able to see what happened with his wand. Because pure loyalty was involved and he never understood it.

Love is always the answer in this series. Lily’s, Narcissa’s, Snape’s, Harry’s. And Draco’s, I would say, is just as meaningful. It matters just as much in the final battle. It was the reason Harry won in the first place. 

So again, that’s LOVE LOVE LOVE and not even JKR will change my opinion (sorry, boss).

I will never accept the Hawthorn wand changed allegiances, because we have proof it didn’t have any reason to, and it’s not in its nature to just do it. Furthermore, in Cursed Child Draco even uses this old wand again. 

He never lost the wand’s loyalty completely, he just shared it with Harry.

Game, set and match again. Drarry is real™ as fuck.

tbh like half the reason why they have such a strong relationship is that there were so many subplots of mabel being like “HEY GRUNKLE STAN WHATS UP” and just tryin hard to spend him with him

like he loves both twins but dang they really cement this relationship as being important and positive

also theyre both funny and work really well against each other

remember that time she helped him get over his fear of heights and then later on when he was making up stories there was an entire plot involving helping mabel get over one of her fears

man i could talk about them all day but its 1 in the morning OH WAIT its saturday and ill probably talk about them anyway because surprisingly i havent

We know this story all too well—
Boy leaves Small Town Girl to chase his dreams.
“It’ll work” he tells her,
But for the story to be interesting: it won’t work
(But just for a bit)
Boy has a thirst for fine things in life.
He reads up to impress—
Himself? Small Town Girl?
Or his roommate’s posh friend
Whose red hot lipstick is a shade he’s never seen before?
(You’d rather call it the perfect hue of crimson)
Wine and dine:
Rule of the game is to pick somewhere new
But not too new so he’ll have reviews to read beforehand.
He can imagine her perfectly in front of him:
Shy smile he’d never seen on her lips,
Maybe a bubblegum pink that night.
But first…
“I don’t think it’ll work” he calls Small Town Girl,
Because there’s stardust in his eyes.
Count of hearts he breaks: 1
He learns that you don’t like roses as he would have imagined.
You’re more of a peony girl,
Because there’s nothing you hate more than a cliche.
When you live in a world that moves a million miles a minute,
Nice boys don’t come easy.
But Boy is he nice!
He blushes too easily,
Pronounces things wrong,
And has a deep chuckle when he grins at your jokes.
You relax and decide to go with petal pink.
The perfect hue of crimson puts fear in men’s blood,
And you want him to see underneath the brave front
(And underneath the silk and lace)
If she’s Small Town Girl,
Does that make him your Small Town Boy?
Then who are you?)
Boy shows up five minutes early—
You’re genuinely surprised because men are always late,
And you rush to grab the Lalique vase from the cupboard
To hold his magenta peonies
(You forgot to put on diamond earrings to match your outfit,
But neither you nor Boy notice)
He’s oh so down-to-earth,
He makes you laugh until your stomach hurts,
He has a slight accent that you’ll never wash out from your ears,
And oh god—
He’s breathtaking and gives your heart a jump start
(They’d never show this on the movie screen)
But then…
“I don’t think it’ll work” he whispers to you,
Because there’s nostalgia in his eyes
(And there are tears in yours.
Cue scene switch to Small Town Girl rushing into Boy’s arms.
You’re never seen on screen again,
But how would people know:
You’ve switch back to the perfect hue of crimson?)
You’re like a special treat—
A newly discovered vintage bottle of wine—
But it’s always going to be her:
The familiar drink that’ll make Boy sleep easy every single night.
Count of hearts he breaks: 2
—  they’ll always go for a comfortable sip they know everything about (claire v.)
Blue lips

Sister Winchester - Blue lips

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader and Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 3528

Episode Inspo: Dead in the Water: Episode 3, Season 1

Warnings: drowning and close death

Summary: It all begins with this darn dock that breaks. Sam is the first to fall half into the water but later the monster takes you. You drown and die before Sam is able to revive you. Little bit of fluff as well xx

A/N: SORRY for not posting anything in ages. I had exams and then I was on a retreat for school and then I got home and this was the first thing I did when I got the energy for it. The request reminds me a lot of Health Hazard, so I would suggest reading the two of these together because they follow a very similar story line. Anyways this is a bit long and I have to admit not my best work but I am just trying to get back into writing and hopefully I will have a new one out ASAP. Sorry for my rookie grammar and writing skills. Love you long time xx

Request From saxophoneash: So I had this request in my mind for a while and it’s a sister x reader. So they are out on a hunt or finding clues by a lake. The reader is by the docks looking around and stuff and something pulls her under the water, drowning her. The brothers notice and one of them dives under to get her and by the time he gets to her and pulls her back to shore one of them has to perform cpr and like ends with fluffs realizing the brother’s almost lost their little sister. The pairing could be with any brother :) haha I got the idea from the 1st season. Sorry if it’s weird or confusing. It’s my first request for Supernatural. Thanks!

Originally posted by jaredcortese

You walked along the bur covered lawn to the floating wooden dock. The dock was made of wood which was dry and splintered from decades of hot summer rays. It was rickety and squeaked when you lightly strode along the thin timbers, in your worn converses. Like your shoes, the wood was faded and had holes in them. But they could still do their job, however only just. 

You were already halfway along the dock when you heard the dock squeak behind you. Dean had taken one step on the first plank and this had caused the loud creak. Dean’s face had dropped, as he quickly lifted his foot off the bending timber and brought it back safely to the lawn. Dean could take on any monster imaginable, but on such a cold Autumn morning you couldn’t blame him for looking so terrified at the prospect of plunging into the chilling water below.
The water reflected the stone-grey, cloud covered sky and looked two times as cold. The wind whipped light ripples on its surface, flicking up small droplets into the air. You pulled your jacket tighter for warmth and flipped the fur covered hood over your head to try and supress your shivers. Sam came up the rear of Dean, lunging confidently down the lawn to the dock after seeing Dean’s attempt to go on the dock, “You should lay off the burgers dude” Sam teased in a matter-of-fact tone, as he continued to strut onto the dock. A quick creak and snap let splinters fly upwards into the air, and one of Sam’s legs sunk through the newly formed hole. You heard as the splash of Sam’s leg entering the water below as Sam’s face contorted in shock, “C-c-cold, it’s s-so cold… Help me out of here…please!” he chattered.
Dean and you erupted into a hysterical fit of laughter at your cocky middle brother’s karma induced predicament. Sam was fiercely trying to push himself back out the hole but wasn’t budging, “So much for those salads Sammy, I think I’ll stick to the burgers” Dean mocked. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at himself with the you and Dean as a result of Dean’s comments. Still giggling you strode over and grabbed Sam’s hand and tried to heave him out. Dean stayed on the lawn, lying back against the small hill and continued, “Sammy this is probably a good time to tell you, that this was the last place the victim was seen and was supposed to be taken by a shadowy figure in the water” Dean added, quoting from a report in his hands. Sam rolled his eyes as continued to push against the dock again to get himself out. Dean and you were still laughing when Sam suddenly sunk into the dock, as if he was being pulled, “Guys I think I found it…No it found me…Something has found me.“ Sam dead-panned, not wanting to alert the monster underneath and tried to stay still. Both you and Dean stopped laughing as Dean tempted fate by jumping on the dock to pull Sam up. Thankfully this time the dock did its job and didn’t break under Dean’s weight. Dean held onto Sam as the monster continued to pull on Sam’s leg.

You could tell the monster was stronger than the two of your brothers, so something else had to be done. You wrapped your legs around the nearest dock post from Sam. You tightened your core and held your body out from the dock and lowered yourself down to see underneath the wooden planked dock. Luckily there was about a metre and a half before the water line started, so you could still use your gun. You saw Sam’s leg flailing in the water as he kicked and splashed. The shadowy figure must have been gripping Sam by the ankle because you couldn’t see any of its flesh. You had to do something quick, Sam was sinking deeper and deeper through the hole. You concentrated on where you thought Sam’s leg would be and hoped to Chuck you wouldn’t hit him. After three quick shots from your gun, the splashing subsided and Sam and Dean fell backwards on to the dock. The monster had finally let your brother go. You brought yourself up from your suspended position and rolled onto the dock as the three of you panted after the short and intense ordeal. That was a bit too close, “Good shot Y/N” Dean acknowledged, “I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to hold Sammy for” he admitted letting out a nervous chuckle.
You heaved in the air you seem to have forgotten to take whilst preparing to shoot the creature, “I was worried I was going to get your leg Sam”, You huffed whilst rolling your head towards your brothers to get a better look at them, “Nup I think I am alright, Thanks Y/N” Sam sincerely confirmed still a little frazzled, “Do you reckon you killed it? Otherwise that would have been the quickest hunt we have ever had.”.
“Well I hit it”
your acknowledged as you crawled over to the post which you had previously clung to. Your looked over the side of the dock into the water below. You saw your own paled reflection stare back, “Im not sure if I Kil-”. A black, skeletal hand suddenly sprung from the water and grabbed a bony hand onto your shirt and pulled you towards the water, before you could finish your sentence.

You were unbalanced and your hands slipped making you fall into the water with a splash and the water. The splash alerted your two brother, “Y/N?” Dean perked up. They were both on their feet and calling out your name but heard no response as fear settled into both of them. The pair of them ran in absolute fear as it seemed their shared nightmare of their precious sister being taken, was coming a reality.
Whilst running Dean peered over to the stone-grey water where you had fallen in, hoping you were going to resurface any second now. However, the only thing that resurfaced was your air bubbles surfacing. Dean was frantic, he couldn’t concentrate like he could on other jobs. He froze and his breathing started to hitch. This was different, this was personal. Through his panic, he reached for his gun to shoot into the water like you had previously had done with shaky hands. However Dean was interrupted when Sam dove straight into the icy water without flinching. Dean dropped his gun on the dock and followed his other brother into the murky waters below.

Metres under the water, the hand around your neck dug in it’s nails into your skin. It was pulling you deeper down into the darker depths. You fought with the monster, trying to slash at it in the water. You slashed it with a switch blade you were carrying in your jacket until you finally lodged the blade into its abdomen. The monster in pain and surprise let you go. You started to swim back towards the surface and saw Sam and Dean swimming towards you. You couldn’t be happier to see them and you were so relieved. You kicked desperately to the boys, so thankful as your air supply had run out. You were only metres from grasping onto Sam’s hand when the monster gripped you around the ankle and pulled you harshly from your brother’s embrace. Your brother’s eyes looked so scared and shocked as they disappeared to resurface for air. On the way down, you swallowed a mouthful of water and hit your head against a rock wall.

You tensed your diaphragm in hope you weren’t going to take a subconscious inhale of water as your natural survival instincts were wanting to kick in. You wanted to scream and shout and cry  for your brothers but you couldn’t because you had no air left. You had fought so intensely and hard that you had no oxygen or energy left. This meant you had no control left as you gave in and waited for the monster to carry your lifeless body away. All you could remember was how cold it was and how the pressure from the water made your head throb. Your mind was numb and your limbs pinched from cramp due to the lack of oxygen. The black spots in your vision connected and collected to blind your vision. Then, everything went black.

Sam and Dean had both inhaled large breaths before they started to swim after the trail of bubbles you left. The water was so murky but they soon found the muddy floor. Dean’s eyes were caught when he found your blade resting on the top of the grey silt. He clasped onto it knowing you had to be close. The bubble trail had finished and both the brothers prayed that they were heading in the right direction. They passed a rock wall and metres below they saw your lifeless body resting at the bottom. Sam swam down and grabbed your wrist before kicking off the bottom of the muddy floor to gain some upwards momentum. Dean saw the skeletal monsters stalk to recapture you and Sam but he quickly swam over and sliced the monsters thin neck away from its body, before following his two siblings back to the surface.  

Finally, Sam resurfaced and gasped in relief, filling his lungs with replenishing oxygen. Even in his numb mind, Sam remembered to lift your head out of the water but your head flopped back. You were non-responsive whilst Sam carried you in one arm to the river bank and up to the lawn as he pulled both of you out the water. He laid your flopping body gently onto the grass and knelt beside it, checking your non-existent vitals. Dean now emerged from the water and deeply inhaled the clean air. He saw Sam checking your vitals and his worried face making Dean swim a little quicker to join his siblings. “Is she breathing?” Dean asked.
No” Sam breathed. Sam felt responsible for your current state. If he hadn’t been so cocky he wouldn’t have fallen through the dock in the first place. Therefore, you wouldn’t have had to shoot the monster and then look over the dock where the creature had pulled you in. Sam looked down on your cold lifeless body where your lips were blue. He couldn’t help his stomach from dropping when he felt the water inside your lungs swirling around like a hot water bottle, when he carried you.

You were the one person who never gave up on him. When he left for college you were the one writing letters and sending packages even when both Dean and your Dad told you not to. You were the one who made him feel normal, warm and safe. You knew always how to make him feel better or what he was thinking. What was he going to do without you? Sam thought, this was his fault, this was his fault, this was his fault Sam thought as it looped in his head.

“-Sammy, Sammy” Dean tried to pull his younger brother back together and out of his thoughts. Dean couldn’t try and save you without Sam’s help.
Dean thought it was bad enough with having been so close to losing Sam today and now he felt deep down he had already lost you. It was too much. Dean couldn’t take it but he held himself together because he knew you wouldn’t have given up yet.

You never gave up on your brothers. You were the one always sacrificing yourself for them, protecting them and loving them, and you would until your last breath. You never gave up and always tried to keep the family together, by looking for ways to bring them back from Hell, purgatory or death itself. When one had died, you went to their graves everyday with fresh flowers and sat there for hours researching how to bring them back or just sitting in their presence, never wanting to leave their sides. You never gave up on them. Now Dean knew he wasn’t going to give up on you.

Dean placed one hand over the other and started to pump your chest whilst counting in his head to the beat of Stayin’ Alive. Sam was numb and oblivious to the world and Dean could see him shutting down from the situation at hand, “Sam! Goddammit, Sammy”, Dean reached over and slapped Sam in the face. Sam snapped out of his daydream (more like day terror) and came to his senses, “A little help please” Dean barked. Sam moved and took Dean’s place pumping on your chest whilst Dean took a small break.

C’mon Darling you got to be strong now, don’t give up on us. Come back to us, we can’t function without you…Please come back…I’m so sorry, I-we love you so much. You just got to come back” Dean’s voice broke as he tried to hold back his tears. Dean looked back to Sam who continued to count under his breath. You had no change. You were gone. You had no heart beat and you had litres of water in your lungs. Dean looked back to Sam who was solely concentrating on the repetitions as he continued to perform CPR. Sam caught a sight of Dean in his peripheral vision and was shocked when seeing him look so ill. Dean had fear basically dripping from his face. “God-dammit” Sam cracked in frustration and the unjust circumstance, he lifted his arms up before thumping them down on your chest around your heart. There was enough force in that hit, that Sam felt and heard one or two of you ribs crack underneath his white-knuckled fists. Then suddenly your lips parted with a spluttering cough as the murky water exited your body as you felt Sam tip your head to the side as you coughed the rest of the water out of your heaving lungs.

“Y/N?” Sam begged he scooped up your body and held you in his arms, “C’mon Darling open your eyes”. Your eyelids were heavy and you wanted to return to the comforting dark place where you couldn’t feel any pain. But you left that place because you didn’t belong. You belonged with your brothers so you adopted the pain back so you could see them again. You felt sharp pains in your ribs and your throat and lungs sat uncomfortably, but you did as you brother asked and slowly peeled your eyelids apart. You recognised Sam and Dean as their visions came into view and smiled relieved knowing you were safe in your brother’s arms, “How long was I out?” you asked through a hoarse throat. “Long enough sweet heart. It felt like every second you were gone was like a year in Hell. I was so scared Y/N… I’m so sorry” Dean grabbed your hand as he spoke and you clung to his for warmth. You hushed his sobs even though you were the one who was dead only a minute ago. You knew the pain of losing a sibling, you knew it now to be worse than death. You would have traded yourself with them any day. When you were left behind, no matter the circumstance you always felt the guilt that you knew Sam and Dean were feeling before. Sam couldn’t even talk he was to overwhelmed, he just brushed the hair out of your eyes and held you close to him as his tears hit your chest.

You had been so close to letting it all go, to letting them go. What if you had and you never saw them again? Never heard them talk or laugh again? It set you over the edge, and you started to cry into Sam’s already drenched shirt. It was a mixture of shock and realisation of how much you depended and loved your brothers and how much they loved you. Sam held you tight and kissed your forehead as he tried to comfort you. Dean continued to pat your head and wipe his own eyes, “Alright that’s enough close calls for one day let’s go home” Dean recommended with a sad smile.

Did you get it though?” you asked.

Do you reckon a monster can attack my family and live? Oh yeah, I got it. No one messes with a Winchester, especially our little sister. I love you so much sis, there was no way I was going to let you go. Not today, Not ever.” Dean promised

Sam looked from his brother to you, “I’m so sorry Y/N. You saved my life today, again. This is all my fault I shouldn’t have been so naïve-”

“Stop Sam.” You interjected. You couldn’t have Sam blaming himself for this, “This wasn’t your fault it was an accident. Who cares anyway, we killed the Son of a Bitch but we just had a couple bumps along the way”

This snapped something in Dean, “You think that the fact you died was a ‘bump’ in the hunt?”

Y/N, that’s not a bump that’s a mountain of grief we were facing” Sam admitted

Never think you are that small of an impact on us. You are everything to us. You are the reason we wake up in the morning and reason we are still smiling throughout the day. There isn’t no one we rather spend time with then you and we couldn’t think of a life without you. I don’t even want to think about it now. The point is, there ain’t no us, if there ain’t no you” Dean concluded.

You knew your brothers loved you but you always thought that sometimes they could be fine without you around. However now you knew the truth, as Sam gently picked you up bridal-style. Dean opened the back door of the Impala as Sam laid you down and draped an old blanket over you whilst he sat in the back himself. Your head laid on his lap as he brushed your hair with his large hand. Dean hopped into the front seat and blasted the heater before pulling out of the marina’s car park. He watched Sam in the rear-view mirror before turning his gaze back to the road. Sam stared down at his beautiful little sister with absolute admiration, love but also worry.  You were still shivering as you tugged onto the blanket with your teeth chattering. Sam slowly and carefully placed an arm over you to act as a second blanket. You clung to your brother’s arms, like you use to as toddler and soon fell asleep peacefully knowing you were truly loved and thankful to be alive.