who did spn fans ship before season 4? Before destiel? Is this even a ship? What?
I’m new to this fandom, please enlighten me. (Also ive had the whole thing for a week, I’m only in season 5, don’t spoil me too much fam)
A Taylor Swift Fanfiction
Author’s note: I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. Hope you enjoy it.
Taylor shudders as she walks into her West Village apartment, stopping at the thermostat to adjust the furnace settings. It is a
dark, rainy winter night, and although she is no stranger to Decembers in New
York City, it has indeed been an adjustment to reacquaint herself with the
bitter chill of the crisp air and the way the coldness makes her bones hurt.
As she set her purse down on a side table and
wanders into the kitchen to make a mug of hot chamomile tea, she remembers back
to last winter and smiles. Though she had spent most of the time in Beverly
Hills, she’d taken a trip to Colorado with her then-boyfriend Adam and her
family to celebrate an early Christmas in Aspen. The memory is still a fond one, filled
with snowball fights (she’d started it), snowman building (their guy ended up
impressively tall), some adult-sledding down a crazy huge slope (it was really
fast and no one died), of taking quads out onto the uncharted back country of the Rockies (they
hadn’t wrecked) and late romantic nights in front of the fire in the multilevel
condo she had rented (she smiles again at the thought). Just as soon as she’d remembered how much she
loved to ski, the trip had come to a close and she and Adam had dashed off to
England to visit his family for the holiday.
It’s not how this winter would play out, though. Adam is now an ex, and there won’t be any trips to Colorado - or England, for that matter. I’m definitely not going to England anytime soon, she thinks, remembering her last visit there in June to see - her other ex’s family - Tom’s mother and sister. She closes her eyes and tries to get all the memories out of her head. This winter, she was,
unfortunately, or maybe fortunately (she wasn’t quite sure about this one),
decidedly single, yet again. It had been a whirlwind of a year, the craziest one yet. Her mom had suggested spending Christmas someplace
warm this year, somewhere private, anywhere really that would allow them to
escape from the world here and just relax with some fruity margaritas and white
sand. “It’s been a long year,” Andrea had said. “We should get away.” Taylor had found a private island in the Caribbean and the four of them would be leaving
in two weeks.
Her hot tea in her hands, Taylor meanders
over to the main living room and flips on all the lights, ignites the
fireplace, awakens the TV, and turns on the stereo, all in an effort to liven
up the space and make it seem more homey. Normally she doesn’t mind being home
alone, but there is something about when it was freezing cold and dark that makes
it seem less bearable. Lady Antebellum’s ‘Need You Now’ starts to fill the room.
Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor, Reaching for the phone cause I can’t fight it anymore… And i wonder if I ever cross your mind? For me it happens all the time…
in all seriousness, probably 2015. not only was it just a really good year for me, it was a year of beginnings for dan and phil. festive ditl kicked it off and they just seemed so happy. they made an app, a book, took their stage show out for the very first time, and not to mention gems like the punk edits video, the japan ditl, and all the baking videos. all in all, they just seemed so content and excited with their lives and that was great to see
Also I want to make an important note. If you follow me and you don’t ship Shiro/paladins, that is absolutely fine. I more than encourage you to blacklist the ship tags, and if you ever want to know what I call a ship, just send me an ask/message and I’ll give you the terms to block. Ask on anon if you need to
When I go off about haters, I am not talking about people who quietly notp these ships, I am only talking about the antis who send abusive messages, make posts inciting hate or shaming people, and make shitty blogs dedicated to hating on shippers. If you don’t do that stuff, you’re not an anti and I am never talking about you in the posts I make. I also want to stress that I would be equally disdainful of anyone who hates on shippers because they ship klance or het ships or rareships etc.
I know it might be alienating for you guys sometimes to see this kind of stuff on my blog, but please do know that I’m aware I have a lot of followers who don’t ship the same stuff as me and I do think about you guys and I totally understand if you’re uncomfortable with some of the stuff I ship. Please don’t ever feel like I value you less than my other followers because that is not true at all. I love all my followers equally <3 You guys are the best. Thanks for sticking with me
The B2W2 announcement did say that it’s going to go on all the way to the end, oh god, that means we have so much time. We don’t know how long the individual rounds will actually be, but we can easily get 3 volumes worth of material in 2017 alone. The second B2W2 volume should be ready by late February/early March.
Notes: Set after Sam gets out of prison, in the two years before the game. No warnings for this chapter. Sorry for the delay - this chapter is super long to make up for it (but also not beta read due to length!)
Also posted on my AO3 account here. Huge thanks to @captnalbatr0ss for talking me through my writer’s block to get this done. Tagging @spookyrafe & @ziortzaldama with the update because you both asked :) Thank you <3 and thank you to everyone who has said nice things about this fic so far!
I might make some graphics to accompany this fic soon, if anyone would be interested.
You made your way through the narrow aisle, the only available seat left in the back of the plane. This is what you hated about commercial flights; when it came to seating, it was first come, first served. And it had been just your luck that your connecting flight had arrived late, giving you only a few minutes to make it to this one. The back two seats were empty, so you took the one next to the window. You threw your carry on in the container above your head and dropped into your seat, sighing deeply. You couldn’t wait to get back to your little apartment in L.A. You had just closed your eyes when you heard some commotion up at the front cabin.
“Wait wait wait wait wait wait.” Someone was hurriedly trying to get on before take off. You smiled to yourself, grateful to know that you weren’t the only one having a bad day.
“Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me, can I get through?” The man’s voice got closer and closer, trying to get to his seat. There was some shuffling to your right and then a body appeared at your side, putting up his luggage. You couldn’t get a good look at him while sitting down, but something about him seemed oddly familiar. You shook your head and stared back out the window. The man finally got his bags situated and took the seat next to you. From the corner of your eye you saw him take off the baseball cap he donned and ruffle his hair.
“Thought I wasn’t going to make it for a second, there.” You turned to smile politely at him but you froze when you got a good look at the man sitting next to you.
He took off his aviators and smiled. “Hi, I’m Misha. It’s nice to meet you.”
anyway to elaborate on why i find these hcs cathartic, ive decided i dont want kids because i dont want to make the same mistakes on the poor sods that my parents made on me and their parents made on them
and i know for a fact that ive not got the life experience to avoid those mistakes
Okay so I did it. I fricken did it and it’s not very good or super fluffy cute shippy or nothing. But it’s kind of like???… I dunno?! Practice writing? A filler story? I kind of might want to write more things but I’ll do it later. For now you can read this and maybe this will help explain some of the story a little better?
Like you can see how they interact with each other and how some things are done. Maybe this answers a few of your guys’s asks too? I? Don’t? Know?
Okay sorry now. But here it is. It’s 5970 words so it’s sort’v a long read just warning ya. Uh yeah. Read undercut if you want.