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Research, School Work, and Accidental Naps

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 553

A/N:This fic is for Juju’s ( @jared-padaloveme ) Fluffy Birthday Challenge!  I’m right up to the deadline with this one haha!  I hope you are having a wonderful birthday my dear!  I pulled some inspiration with my own life and wishing I had a Sam to take care of me when I’m working on my grad stuff (100% had this happen last night minus the Sam).


It was a lot, following the boys along on cases while working on her master’s degree at the same time. But, she was convinced she could keep up! Most of her classes were online and she could do her homework while they were on the road. Plus she figured she could lend Sam a hand with the research.

Out on their latest case, Sam and Y/N were set up at the motel going through all of the information they’d gathered. Y/N was flipping back and forth between her latest reading reflection paper, discussion boards, and the things Sam needed too.

Her first mistake wasn’t necessarily taking on all of the work, but trying to do it while sitting in the bed. Papers spread around her and pillows at her back, it was comfortable, too comfortable. She felt her vision getting fuzzy as she tried to read an article Sam had emailed her and rest her head against the headboard for a moment. Eyes closing slowly, she started to drift off. As her head rolled the the side it startled her awake and she rubbed her eyes trying to refocus on what was in front of her.

Sam didn’t miss her dozing. “Hey, you want some coffee?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah that would be good.” She stood and stretched before heading to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face.

Handing her the cup of steaming liquid, Sam leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He thought she was a little crazy for trying to help them on top of all her school work, but he was proud of  her. In truth, he was also a little envious, wishing that he could go back to school himself.

The coffee long gone, Y/N could slowly feel the buzz fading as she continued to work. She’d gotten up and stretched a few more times, put on some music, anything she could think of to keep awake and focused.

“Hey why don’t you just take a break? I’ve got this.” Sam tried to convince her to at least take a nap for a bit, give her mind a break.

“No, I’m so close to being finished with this and if I stop now it’ll be harder to get back on track later.”

Sam shrugged it off and left her be, one thing he realized after they’d been dating a while, she was stubborn and only rarely could she be talked out of something once she’d decided to do it.

A short 10 minutes later, he heard her soft snores. Looking up he couldn’t help but smile a little. Moving to her side, he gently moved her laptop and the scatter of papers off of the bed. When she didn’t react or fight him, he knew she was out for sure this time. Very gently, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to lie on her back. The blankets that had been moved to the end of the bed, he pulled up over her and she stirred only slightly.

“Baby, go to sleep. We’ll finish this tomorrow.”

Y/N rolled over and snuggled under the blankets, only half comprehending what Sam had said.

Chuckling to himself, Sam went back to his laptop and switched it off, before climbing in next to her.

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She’s dead, Jim

Originally posted by giantmonster

Okay, maybe not dead.

Flabbergasted, though, absolutely.

Amazed.

Beyond honored.

Some things Anna wants all 1002 of you wonderful people to know 

  • Thank you. 
  • Like seriously, omg, thank you. I don’t know where you’re from and I don’t know why you’re here, but holy shit, I am glad we found each other on this crazy corner of the internet.
  • I love you to bits. Truly, I do. Even if we’re not mutuals. Even if we’ve never talked. You guys are the best (shoot me a message, though, for real).
  • This, this blog, this writing thing I’m doing? It’s been the most enriching experience for me. I have learned so much in the few months I’ve been here. I’ve grown as a writer, and I’ve grown as a person. That’s all on y’all. 
  • I consider you guys to be my Tumblr family. 
  • Leonard McCoy is my boyfriend, fight me.

Brace yourselves, because more is coming.

There’s no getting rid of me, now. 

Onward.

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Celestial love.

Originally posted by gabriel-of-the-day

Pairing : Chuck, Gabriel
Word count : 386
Author : Mel
Request : When talking to @bigdaddymongoose about the requests, we discovered, we needed more Gabe. -  After catching up, Gabe admits to Chuck he loves reader

‘She’s Leaving, Dean’ 1 year celebration!



“This one’s more demony then the rest huh?” Lyle nodded. “Well, don’t tell your mom I said this, but you are the cutest little Anti-Christ I’ve ever met. If you tell her, I will deny it.” He smirked at the baby in his arms. “Your mama holds a spot in my heart kid. And I hope you little rascals worm your way in there too.”

Gabe hadn’t lied about that. You did have a place in his heart. He had been so glad to hear you were doing good when he came back. Grinned when he saw you sleeping in that bed. But most of all, he loved how your face lit up seeing him.

“Gabriel? What are you doing here?”

He shook his head, looking out over the cliff. “Nothing. Waiting. Thinking.”

“I figured you would be out wreaking havoc, not sitting here. What is bothering you, my son?” Chuck sat down next to him. “Are you not happy to be back? It took a lot out of me to bring you. They need you in-”

“I love her.  If a celestial being can love, I love her.”

Chuck sighed, and looked out into the distance. “I know.”

“You really tied her to them?” He looked at Chuck.

Chuck nodded. “It was what was needed. The blood line must continue, Gabriel.”

“But why her?”

“You know why.” Chuck looked at his youngest archangel.

Gabe looked ahead again, then heard you call out to him. Gabe. Kids are home. They’re in the bath playing. I can call when they get out if you want. “Hey dad, mind doing a favor for your favorite son?”

“I don’t have a fav-”

“We both know that’s a lie. But let a guy pretend it’s him, huh?”

Chuck chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.”


Gabe told them stories until they fell asleep. Rayne, then Anna. He got them in their beds, then continued telling Johnny. He was far too excited to sleep. Gabe smiled when he looked down, and Johnny’s eyes were closed. He gently tucked him in, “Good night, sweet prince.” He stood and walked out.

“Night Daddy Abriel.”

Gabe froze, and slowly turned. He watched Johnny, who’s sleepy hooded eyes were on him. “What do you see?”

“You see soon too. Night.” Johnny closed his eyes again.



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“Friendly Advice”

Hello again, here’s the next addition to my little celebrating the CS wedding event. I’ve found more stories than I thought, so there will actually be one more re-blogged story tomorrow, and then the new one will be posted on Sunday before the big event!  This one features Elsa, mostly because I just really thought he and Emma had a neat bond while she was in Storybrooke and I wished Emma could have her friend back, or at least hear from her, before her big day. It was originally written last summer for a hiatus challenge.  Hope you like it!

Originally posted by deputycaptainhook

“Friendly Advice”

By: snowbellewells (TutorGirlml on ff.net)

 

           On the morning of her wedding day, Emma Swan stood at the open window of her upstairs bedroom, leaning out to draw in deep breaths of the fresh spring air and staring out over the horizon.  Though she could not be any more certain that marrying Killian was what she wanted, that she and her pirate were meant to be together, and that she intended to be with him for the rest of her life, nerves still fluttered inside of her as she clutched the windowsill.  She didn’t want Killian to know – impossible as that might be when he read her so well – didn’t want to see him hurt or have to fear that she had any doubts.  It was just that marriage seemed so monumental a promise.  The trust required was a daunting leap; for someone who had given up the hope of ever belonging, the vow to build a family, always have someone to count on, and to share everything and hold nothing back, could still be hard to offer without flinching.

           Biting her lip and willing herself to calm down, to focus on expressing her love for her pirate and let everything else go, Emma’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft, cooing bird call. Looking up into the clear, perfectly blue sky, she saw the shadow of a small, white snowbird descending toward her at her window.  A moment later, the gentle creature alighted on the sill and held out its leg to her, where Emma could see the holder attached with a letter rolled up inside, much as her mother had said they did back in the Enchanted Forest.

           A bright smile crossed Emma’s face as she removed the missive from the bird’s care, magically conjuring a tiny dish of water and some sunflower seeds for it while she began to carefully unroll the message.  Emma was pretty sure she knew just who had sent the correspondence and was anxious to see what her friend wished to say, since she couldn’t be there in person.

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Afraid

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Demon, Reader

Summary:  Guys, I’m so sorry.  I don’t even know how to explain this one.  It’s for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Movie Night Challenge.  My movie was SE7EN.  If you’ve seen the movie, I’m sorry.  If you haven’t, I’m sorry.

Word Count:  1244

Warnings:  VERY VERY DARK AND ANGSTY. I can’t emphasise this enough. Also, language. Death.

Tags at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. 

Originally posted by ultimate-whovian

Afraid

Everything is wound tighter than a spring. We are out in the middle of nowhere, desert, flatland, nothing but open spaces and big blue sky but the tension is pressing in around me, hard. Like I‘m being pushed down against the earth, gravity has gone sideways. I feel like I can’t breathe. That fucking demon, he’s on his knees in the devil’s trap while Sammy paces back and forth. It’s just the three of us. Well, the three of us and that box.

God, I don’t want to see what’s in that box. Even more, I don’t want Sammy to see what’s in it. I’ve never felt this afraid for my brother. Afraid of what he might do after he opens that fucking box. Even after everything he’s been through, I don’t think he’s coming back from this one. Hell, being soulless would look like a cakewalk compared to this.

I’m afraid to move, afraid to speak, afraid, afraid, afraid. It’s not something I like to admit, but this shit has got me fucked, deep in my gut. Truth is, there’ something Sammy doesn’t know. Something worse than what we might find in that box.  

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One step closer

Request:Reader is in a car crash ( maybe unsub crashes into the car) and is pinned inside the car and can’t get out. ( and in pain) Reid then comes with the team and comforts you while paramadics and firefighters are trying to get you out.

Warnings: Drunk Driver/Car accident 

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Reid/OC

Enjoy my babies! ~Anna

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How can I love when I’m afraid, to fall,” You sang loudly, swaying slightly to your radio, “but watching you stand alone, all of my doubts suddenly fall away somehow.”

Your thoughts drifted to your coworker. When you’d joined the BAU as a training agent, you’d been assigned to Dr. Spencer Reid. You didn’t understand at first why everyone was laughing at the idea. Then Spencer got nervous and started to babble. You remembered putting your hand on his arm to calm him. Every since then you’d developed a friendship.

Lately, the looks had gotten longer. The touches more frequent.You knew you’d developed feelings for him, but you didn’t know if he felt the same way.

It was a very dark morning. Usually, driving to work, the stars were still out or the sun was beginning to come out. Not this morning.

You saw another set of lights coming your way. Your hand automatically moved to turn your brights off like a normal person would. They came closer and closer.  You had to put your hand up to cover how bright their lights were. You tried to flash your lights, letting them know yours was way too bright. Your heart rate started to increase.

BAM!

The other car hit you head on. It felt like everything was going in slow motion. You didn’t realize the air bags has deployed. Parts flew all over the place. You’re sure you screamed, your car sliding off the road. Your head was spinning. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe. You seemed to be able to breathe correctly, despite the intense pain from your ribs. You tried to move your legs. They were trapped. You cried out of frustration. You felt something wet rolling down your nose and cheek. You lifted your hand slowly, to touch your forehead right above your right eye. You winced, blood was dripping down a large cut. You tried to assess the damage to your body. Your left wrist was broken. Couple of cracked ribs. You were in a lot of pain.

Then you started to get tired. Insanely tired. You fought to keep your eyes open. You knew you had to stay awake. The team would come looking for you when you didn’t show up for work. It couldn’t be long. Despite your tries, your eyes drifted shut.

Sirens pierced your out-of-it state. You forced your eyes open. It had felt like just seconds you closed your eyes.

“Ma’am?” A police officer came next to her window, “Ma’am can you hear me?”

You nodded, wincing.

“Can you get out? Can you open the door?”

“My legs are trapped,” You rasped.

“Okay. Stay calm. We’ll get you out.”

You watched him run back toward the ambulance. Your vision started to blur again.

“Y/N!” Someone screamed, “Where is she?”

The door was yanked open on your car. It came open easily.

“Spence,” You breathed, relieved.

“Y/N are you okay?” He cupped your cheek.

“You need to have them get me out,” You were starting to panic. You could feel you were trapped.

“They’re working on it I promise,” You whipped your hair out of your face, “What hurts?”

“Ribs, left wrist.” You inhaled sharply.

He started to stand up from his kneeling position.

“No!” You looked at him, eyes watering, “Don’t leave. Please.”

“Its okay,” He soothed, “I’m not going anywhere. I was just trying to look at the damage from the car.”

The paramedics came back over with some tools to take apart your car. They were able to pry you out quickly. One of the paramedics reached to lift you out of the car. You didn’t put up much of a struggle. He lifted you into his arms. You cried out of relief.

“Give her here,” Spencer held out his arms.

The paramedic raised an eyebrow, but didn’t argue. He handed you into Spencer’s arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, starting to cry.

“Its okay,” He lead you over to the ambulance, “I’m right here.”

Your good wrist gripped his shirt. You wouldn’t get off his lap in the vehicle so they looked you over while still on him. On top of your assessed injuries, you had many cuts and bruises and a sprained ankle.

“Who hit me?”

Spencer ran a hand through your hair lightly, “Drunk driver. He came out better then you. He’s in police custody. The rest of the team will meet you at the hospital.”

You leaned totally against his chest. He petted your hair, just holding you.

“I was so worried,” He murmured as the ambulance took off toward the hospital.

You smiled sadly at him, “I’m sorry.”

“Its not even remotely your fault.” He held your good hand.

You looked up into his eyes. He smiled comfortingly. You knew things were going to be different now.

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Hi Anna! Spinsie here on this history-making morning, when the small tribe that is the skeptics are called out in US Vanity Fair. And since The Internet’s Boyfriend apparently reads too, let me just say hello, Batch! If it’s okay with you, I will address my points to you.

First, Internet Boyfriend is a term the media created. You’re not really our boyfriend. That’s just a sexist concept the media invented to endorse the belief that women are crazy, and that things they like are frankly ridiculous, and that they are unable to separate real things from fantasy. Like a lot of skeptics, I’m married (really married) and really happy with my life. Other skeptics are gay, still other skeptics are happily single. None of us think you’re our boyfriend and none of us want to marry you.  We like your work and we enjoyed your public persona.

You can go through the skeptics’ archive to see all the things that have sustained our view that your marriage is a fake. You’ll note all the skeptics have nom-de-plumes; mine is Spinsie, because I am a spin doctor. I do it for a living. That’s why I watch you with such interest, and because you seemed to be a bit ill informed by what is written about you, I should point out that doesn’t make you my Internet boyfriend.

Your latest statement doesn’t faze me. You’ve done this before – called the stans florals, flipped the bird at the Adobe conference to your fans, turned up to the con last year and grimaced in every fan photo. I get it - you don’t much like us as a group. Fair enough.

You’ve done some great stuff too. The signings at Hamlet after each performance? Heroic. Using your recognition muscle at Hamlet to try and change the discourse on refugees? Admirable.

You’ve done some less effective stuff too. Describing how one of your characters would make love to a woman? Cringeworthy. Calling out the skeptics? Really dumb. Didn’t you have a PR minder sitting with you through this? Or worse still, was this actually a talking point they agreed upon?

If you’re going to debunk something publicly, you have to back it up to make it stick. You could have said something like this: “Marriage is hard. Sophie and I have to work at it everyday. We’ve got Kit now, and he’s a handful!  He’s toddling and getting into everything, we’ve both got jobs and obligations outside the flat. Every time we go somewhere and are photographed, there’s something printed about us and we get blasted in the comments section. There are people who think we’re fake, and that really hurts her, and I hate seeing her hurt like that.”

See what I did there? I made it look not fake, which all your stan fans would reblog endlessly, while the casuals coming over for Doctor Strange and the regular VF readers would take it as read. It even would have brought some reasonable doubt to the sceptics. Also, a lot of people would feel pity for you, and definitely more receptive to poor Sophie. More brand recognition! And Kit! What a cute name! Those shots of him still for sale on line would have got a lot more hits.

You must have seen what happened to poor Tom when he declared his relationship was not a PR tactic. He actually became the centre of serious news critique. The bloody Guardian reported it. Tom’s claim pretty much enforced how fake it all was.

See, you’re pitching this stuff to people who are consuming media all day, every day. They’re hearing Donald Trump, leaders of their own country, spin from pharmaceutical companies, car companies, political agencies, music companies, cosmetic companies and everything else. They have an ear & eye for spin. Anyone who believes it is seeking validation for their own beliefs. You can’t just say “No one believes me!” and expect it to stick, because it only makes it sound more fake. This is a say-dog-see-dog world. You need to illustrate your point, and you need to do it convincingly. 

You and your spouse need to hold hands convincingly. You should have issued a media release when your marriage was announced and not make it look as if three separate parties were handling the details. 

You should have smiled maniacally when you did your first “I’m engaged” interview on the US Today show. 

You need to talk about your son as if he is related to you. You and your spouse need to be photographed enjoying each other’s company. 

You know there’s vision of your wife wiping her hand after she lets go of your hand, right? At a world premier, yeah? Can you see how that would enforce the view (with every other woeful display) that you guys aren’t a convincing couple?

If you don’t want to be photographed, you need to speak convincingly, and regularly. “Soph and I are very happy, and we like to keep that to ourselves. Our love is our haven. I’ve always said that I would protect my family, and I am determined to do that. I don’t have to prove anything to anybody – I know what I have, and it is wonderful. My beautiful baby Kit is the apple of my eye, and Soph and I adore him. We will do anything to keep him safe, and we will do anything to preserve our marriage. Keeping it private is part of that plan. I know people are curious, but my fans are smart, and they will respect that.”

See? No pap walk needed.  Also, the nans would blog endless photos of you both with “Our love is our haven” in fancy scroll across the top.

Thing is, Batch, I couldn’t care less whether you’re in a stunt marriage or not. If you think that’s a viable way to increase you coverage, if you want to establish a family man image, if you want to establish opportunities for interesting stories when you’re not working, do what you think will work. Marry someone, bungee jump from the Sears Tower, start a dog orphanage, whatever. But if your campaigns involve other people, make that campaign realistic. 

Don’t flog Jaguars (for whom you’re a brand ambassador) on your honeymoon in an obvious way. 

If you’ve sold yourself as a feminist (like you did in Elle in 2014), treat the woman you married with respect. Don’t walk her into a trash can like you did at LA, 

and don’t turn your back on her in front of the cameras like you did when you got your medal from the Queen. 

Smile when you hold your baby. Act like his father, not some distant relative who is scared of kids.

If you can’t make it look real for whatever reason, don’t slag off those who don’t believe you. The onus is on you to provide the sound product - not on us to hand over cash and support blindly.

No doubt your media minders have you all geared up for the questions you’ll be getting about your marriage now, and I’m certain they’ll be thrilled that it will turn the spotlight away from the whitewashing discourse about Doctor Strange. The sceptics are all expecting to see your wife turn up with a new bump at Letters Live, and I for one am anticipating the full Hollywood tilt-and-smooch kiss for the cameras. Like I’ve said all along, this relationship has something for all your fans.

Good luck with your film. Congratulations on your re-brand. Thanks for sending more people our way, and for not calling us florals. The Brooklyn Bridge photo in the VF spread is fabulous. Great lighting, and love your coat! Your attempt to deny the fakery needs more work. I didn’t believe Hiddles, I didn’t believe Cruise and I still don’t believe you.

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Spinsie, thank you for another brilliant post.   I hope you don’t mind that I decided to add some visual aids to it  ;o)

i can't get this frozen thoery out of my head

reposting on my other blog because apparently my main blog is a ghost and doesn’t show up in the tags ;_;

not sure if someone already wrote something like this, but i can’t help but imagine Elsa in the modern times without magic, like, a real person who had a job and stuff.

no wait, hear me out!

when they were kids Elsa accidentally hurt Anna and caused a minor disability (in the movie it was purely aesthetic to keep it PG) 

can you imagine the kind of guilt a child will carry with them if they saw their forever-injured sibling day in and day out?

so she shuts herself out and her parents understand her need to not look, and they find it hard to explain to Anna what happened as to not create a rift, so it goes unaddressed for only a short while.

you see, i think of it as a disability and not just a white patch of hair because that reaction is very dramatic for so young a child over hair. plus, when i was in middle school we had a beautiful classmate, she was really cheerful and smart and a fast learner, but she had a minor disability in her right hand and right foot because of trauma to the head as a baby.

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Rainbows in Brussels - D Day - Part 1: The Meet-Up

“Why are you packing your camera mommy?” - My heart breaks just a little as I explain that I am meeting some friends I won’t see again for a long time and I want to take some pictures to remember them by. It’s a little white lie - really, I am mostly hoping to catch some decent footage of my favs with that camera, but I don’t have the heart to tell my son I will be seeing his favorite gentlemangirl on stage tonight. Because he “wuvs hawwie”, like really *l*o*v*e*s* him, and I won’t hear the end of it.

The hotelroom where half the TMHFN team is staying is a cosy mess of clothes, hairchalk, t-shirt collars and chargers. Decked out in rainbows, all batteries loaded, we take one last pic of the rainbow hairsquad to post online before we head to the pre show meetup, fashionably late. At the metro station it becomes clear for the first time that juggling priorities - always a challenge for this team when the band is on tour - is just a little too difficult this time with our weekend long rainbow party, a show to attend, and social media to keep up with. All rainbows and chargers are there, but a few tickets are not…

As the only Belgian TMHFN team member, I really don’t want to miss out on my rainbow party so I decide to go ahead and brave the metroride to the Atomium alone. And brave it is, even if I say so myself, because despite the metrostations playing One Direction all day - thoughtful MIVB but it would have been more useful if you’d opened all your stations and ran a few extra trains past midnight - Belgium is still Belgium and not New York, meaning my wig, and I, get a lot of ugly stares. I hesitate for two seconds whether I shouldn’t play safe and stick with the rest, but then I remember unexpectedly being sucked into Pride festival in New York because “some rainbow freak” (even in New York there’s assholes who say that out loud) in my car was being all loud and rainbowy and I just followed the trail. I can do that. I will be Belgium’s own rainbow freak today.

My appreciation for small children goes up 200 per cent when three of them fill up the seats the adults refuse to take around me and one says my hair “is beautiful but is it real?” The adults around visibly relax when I break out my biggest smile and say “no, sir, I just dressed up for a party”. I am not the only one in my car attending that party and when it’s our stop the wig does exactly what it’s supposed to do: tell them who to team up with to find the Atomium. Conversation with my new friends is easy: Brussels is still buzzin’, the atmosphere is amazing and there are so many stories to exchange: where are you from, how did you get into the fandom, how was your trip, which seats do you have, which rainbow items did you bring, and - of course –who do you ship, what is your tumblr, who is your favorite? 40 per cent chance it’s Louis, judging from the bandana’s, with Harry as a close possible second.

At the Atomium, we spend several hours painting nails & faces, eating rainbow cupcakes, exchanging crafts, cutting cards, and tagging and handing out balloons to recruit more people. We are THIS close to 300 participants and team members Alice, Trine, Linda and Laura are committed to make that number before our batteries run out and we can’t celebrate our victory on social media. The minute it happens - by then we have joined the Belgian meetup for a singalong in front of the Atomium - our visual artist Trine draws a celebration post on the spot and I am once again amazed by the drive and creativity of this incredible team. 

It’s been a warm few hours, literally and figuratively. Group hugs at the news that Jonas, the big brother from yesterday, is given a free ticket by another Rainbow Directioner so he can join his sister to the show. He is immediately coloured rainbow and signed up. I’ve made friends, and while yesterday the rainbow lunch hour oddly broke in on a busy work day, today, I’ve exchanged business cards with Helene, who - so we find out after a good heart to heart about what it’s like being an adult Directioner (bottom line: we give no shits) - is in the same line of work. Life is amazing and full of surprises.

Bags need to be dropped off at different hotel rooms, and now that the Belgian street team is wearing Sina & Szilvi’s rainbow badges - shoutout to the Belgian street team because they have been incredibly supportive - Trine, Alice, Laura and Linda are bent on spreading the balloons and the rainbow love amongst the people cueing – we split and agree to meet up again for a quiet dinner with the TMHFN team a few hours later. It’s so packed with people now, that I miss my entrance an end up walking the whole grounds. This gives me more of a taste of the “general audience” – remnants of a night’s camping to get front row, promo crews handing out freebees, TV crews trying to get a shot of that typical screaming teenage girl for tonight’s obligatory news item moms, dads, brothers and sisters, all decked out with matching shirts & the dads clearly getting the “remaining” bandana’s. Also visibly present are other rainbows shooting me quizzical looks.  We yell “Rainbow Directioooon !!!“ while waving our flag-capes. The buzz has definitely grown and become more colourful overnight.


Spotting the crew’s parking lot, the sheer magnitude of the machine suddenly dawns on me. I stop at the gates – next to the girls hoping to get a glimpse of Niall on a Segway or Louis playing footie– to take it in properly. The amount of trucks is impressive. And as I walk on and we are passed by a blinded car, I throw in my New York rainbow freak death stare at whoever’s in the back, on the off chance it’s Harry Magee again – the only band-related person besides Lou I got to see “backstage” last time.


As I pass Malin & Emma’s hotel on the way to mine, I realize that losing another hour on public transport on my own while the team have so little time together isn’t worth it. I walk my rainbow rockchick wig, washed off stretch jeans, cut out t shirt and the badges I got from Szilvi into this fine hotel where only months ago I was collecting distinguished speakers for a conference at work – worlds continue to collide – and find that the hotel reception does not treat me any differently than they did when I was wearing a pantsuit, not a blink. I make a mental note to recommend this hotel to everyone and anyone who ever needs a place to stay in Brussels - although Malin&Emma are already boozing up on bubbles, so I am not sure I’ll remember.


Charged and ready to mingle again, the full team - minus Manon and Audrey who are already on the floor - is hooking up for dinner. We find everyone perched on Lisa’s giant rainbow flag. As I sit down to chat with her and her friend, while she’s covering everyone in glitter, it’s hard not to get emotional. Lisa is a Takemehomefromnarnian from the first hour, kept Ed, Molly, Anna and myself organized during our first six months, long before this campaign started. She was also one of Rainbow Direction’s first participants to bring a huge flag to a concert. Linda has already met her but she’s possible the one person who understands how much this meeting means to me. And suddenly I really miss Ed, my Narnian companion through thick and thin. We bombard him with selfies, but his snark cannot be replaced. 


During dinner, I finally get to know Ariane, who will be joining me for the concert in Marta’s place.   There’s another person that is sorely missed. I am grateful to have Ariane join me instead as she is every bit as lovely in person as she has been online and while we chat away about music, children and project communications (this mini press team has two articles to celebrate!), I can see she’s listening around for possible quotes to go in the post-concert press release.  Meanwhile, Linda is giving final instructions to the “homefront”, Myrto, Nia and Anna, who are supporting our RD co-founder Ellis liveblogging people’s experiences from the concert. The first messages from “inside” are seeping in: rainbow bondage bear is there, with a baby, and sporting rainbow locks. Damn.

Source: http://plzzapunk.tumblr.com/

The buzz explodes. It’s time to forget about social media, and about rainbow crafts, it’s time to get to our seats and follow Linda’s good advice: “stop thinking about what you are doing and go completely crazy”. It is time for the show.

Kat

PS: as the continental Europeans making up more than half of the TMHFN team were all in Brussels we decided to share our experiences live from this blog for the occasion.

A Perfect Storm, Part 6

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader, Rowena

Summary:  Reader is taken from her world, where she is an actress on Supernatural, and is sent to the real world of Sam and Dean.

Word Count:  994 (short and sweet…or not sweet?  Maybe just a little?”

Warnings:  Language

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Originally posted by adoringjensen

Rowena is staying in a five-star hotel, penthouse suite, naturally. It’s hard to reconcile this diminutive witch with your good friend, Ruth. On set, Ruth is amazing. When the director yells action, she’s all business when the camera is rolling. But behind scenes, she’s all giggles and smiles. 

The power just radiates off the woman, practically oozing out of her pores. You can almost feel it, like it’s tangible, something you can touch. 

“Rowena, we need your help,” Dean says as the witch sizes you up.

“Aye, that you do,” she says. The way she’s staring at you, it’s uncomfortable, to say the least.  

“She’s been warded by some heavy duty spellwork,” Sam explains.

“It’s plain to see, you don’t need to tell me, Samuel,” Rowena affirms as she steps closer to you. You fight the urge to step back. Riley wouldn’t step back, she’d hold her ground.  

“Can you reverse it?” Dean asks gruffly. He has no love for the witch and it rubs him wrong to need her help, to be indebted to her.

“Of course I can. After all, I’m the one that worked the spell in the first place,” she says with a wicked grin. 

“What?” Dean asks sharply. “You did this?”

“Oh, Dean, don’t work yourself into a fit, lad. Aye, it was me.” Rowena appraises you, her eyes running you up and down. “I haven’t seen you since you were a wee bonnie little lass.”

“What are you talking about?” you demand. “I’m not Riley.”

“Och, I know. But you are a dead ringer for the hunter. It’s curious, isn’t it? I’d like to know more about that.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” Sam mutters under his breath.

“Rowena, please,” you implore. “Please tell me what you’re talking about.” Does this witch have the answers you’re looking for?  

“Sit, dear, have some tea,” Rowena says. Warily you sit at the table in her suite while she pours tea for the four of you. The boys look skeptically at the tea, refusing to take a sip until Rowena does. Good call. You wait impatiently for Rowena to tell the story, your foot tapping against the floor. 

“Many years ago, I ran into a spot of trouble. Someone came to me and said all my trouble would disappear if I performed a wee bit of magic for them.”

“Of course, you agreed,” Dean grumbled. 

“Why yes, Dean. I always look out for number one. I think we’ve established that clearly. I was asked to place a warding spell on an infant - on you, dear - to prevent others from detecting your true heritage.”

“My true heritage? What does that mean?” More and more questions. This was like an unsolvable riddle. 

“Sorry, I don’t know. I didn’t bother to ask. I performed the spell and went on my merry way,” she says before demurely sipping her tea.

“Who, Rowena? Who asked you to do this?” Dean demands. 

“It was all very cloak and dagger, Dean. I was brought to the child. The people who had the child were all wearing dark robes, hiding their faces. A bit dramatic if you ask me,” Rowena scoffs.

“Damn it, Rowena, can you tell us anything useful?” Dean grumbles. 

“All I know is that they took me to this dreadful town in Ohio.” 

“Ohio?” Sam asks, shooting Dean a meaningful look. Rowena nods in consent. “Can you reverse the spell?”

“I can, but it will take some time,” she says with a smug little smile.“

How long?” you ask.

“Give me a few days to gather the supplies, dearie,” Rowena says, patting you on the cheek.

“Just like that? You’re going to help us? What’s the catch?” Dean’s questions are fair. The witch never does anything for anyone unless there’s something in it for her.

“Just like that. Out of the goodness of my heart,” she replies.  No fucking way is she suddenly magnanimous.  She’s hiding something, but Dean lets it go for now.  

———

Sitting in a diner across from Rowena’s hotel the three of you discuss this new information.

“Does this mean I’ve been sent to this universe before?” When I was a baby?” you ask, trying to make sense of what you’ve learned.

Sam sighs, “I don’t know, this just gets more and more confusing. We have zero answers and more questions than when we started.”

“This warding placed on you, it happened in Ohio. That seems significant, don’t you think?” Dean says, sitting beside you in the booth.  

“It has to be. And what did that demon mean, calling (Y/N) an ‘abomination’?” Sam speculates.

It’s all too much. Everything.  It’s overwhelming. It doesn’t help that Dean sits next to you, his thigh pressed to yours. It only adds to the confusion. He probably doesn’t even notice that your bodies are touching, but you can’t stop thinking about it. God, you miss Jensen. You just want to be home, to be safe, to not have to worry about all this. Without warning, the tears come, spilling down your cheeks. Will life ever be normal again? Will you ever get home?

“Whoa, hey, hey. It’s okay,” Dean says, startled by your tears.

“I…I…I’m sorry,” you sob.  “I can’t help it…”The hunter wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close to his side. Automatically the tension in your body dissipates as you relax into his side. He gently runs a hand up and down your arm. The brothers continue discussing theories, but you just let yourself get lost in the comfort of the strong arm around you, the warmth, the kindness.  

Somehow you must have dozed off, because the next thing you know, Dean is shaking you gently to wake you up. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s find you a real bed.”

The three of you find a cheap motel and hunker down for the night, unable to move forward until Rowena reverses the spell.

Part 7

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Castiel Appreciation

If you have read my bio or scrolled through my blog recently, you may have noticed I am a bit of a Cas girl. I love Castiel to the point of physical pain, so this post is going to be easy for me.

1. He is played by Misha Collins…. nuff said? I don’t want this post to get too long.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. He has a big heart. Unlike any other angel we have met on the show, Castiel loves his Father’s creation. He loves the Winchesters. He would do anything (and has done everything) to save the world. He has given his life multiple times for the greater good.

3. #character development:  “What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You’ll be at peace. Even with Sam.” (4x22) “Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.” (6x17)  “It’s where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on Earth and in Heaven, I didn’t deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I… I planned to stay all along. I just didn’t know how to tell you. You can’t save everyone, my friend… though, you try.” (8x17) "I didn’t want to hurt any of them. I want to help you. I will devote my life to helping you all.“ (9x01) "I’m no leader, Hannah. I never was. I just want to be an angel.” (9x23) “It’s what the humans do. They say they’re fine. And even if I—I don’t look it, you say I look well, and that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.” (10x03) “Yes, well, um… Before, I was very self-assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path. It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.” (10x09)

4. In spite of the fact that a majority of his existence was spent as the captain of a garrison and a very Important Angel, he is meek and gentle. >.<

5. He has been through a lot of crap. (Naomi’s torture and manipulation, unjust treatment from other angels and even the Winchesters, Metatron’s manipulation and betrayal, etc.) In other words, we need an episode focused solely on Cas lounging in the bunker with hot chocolate, blankets, and Netflix.

6. I think a lot of people (esp. Cas haters) forget that even when Cas was playing God and he wasn’t in full control of himself, he was still only trying to fix the world (besides smiting, he also spent a lot of time healing lepers and the blind). The only humans he was said to have killed were the KKK, various hypocritical religious leaders, and other corrupt individuals, and I got the impression he only killed the angels who were on Raphael’s Apocalypse 2.0 team. Once he began killing without cause, however, that’s when he, an over-powered Angel of the Lord, went to the Winchesters and Bobby, humans other angels would have deemed insignificant, for help. (Maybe I’m wrong; you can correct me.) He likely saved way more people than he harmed, and I think he has paid enough penance for his actions since.

7. His sense of humor.

Bonus: He is a kitty.

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Thank You So Much:

Hi, hello, good morning,good evening. so today is the 26th of August which marks my 18th birthday and as much as I would like to bask in that glory I have to sit and reflect on my past year(s)

 I would never have come this far if it wasn’t for the people I follow and the mutuals that I have.  

 So in honor of my birthday a thank you to all of you. As I wish you luck with your blogs and your lives.

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rouge-sterek  asked:

I love your blog!! The Fic recs are amazing and I was just wondering if you had any Sterek domestic fluff Fics over 5k??

these aren’t all over 5k but have some sterek + domestic

  • Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by aprocryphal (T, 20k) Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch. The war begins.
  • Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
  • Clean Freak by DevilDoll (Not Rated, 1k) What if there’s something really wrong here—they’re supposed to be living in domestic bliss, aren’t they? 
  • On Building an Ikea Den for an Alpha Werewolf by idek_idic (M, 14k) Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn’t have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.
  • Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia (E, 12k) Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
  • Six Letter Word For Romance by troubleiwant (M, 6k) Stiles definitely starts off thinking it’s fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture. But at a certain point, and he can’t pinpoint exactly when, “fully functional adult couple” somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. This can’t be normal.

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➳ ❝ GIVEAWAY.

  hello darlings !! i’d like to start off by wishing all of you a merry christmas and an ( almost there ) happy new year !! this year’s been hectic, worldwide, but i hope that everyone’s ok, and that everyone remembers that they’re special and wonderful and beautiful this holiday season. take some time for yourself to remember that, okay?

  and so, in the spirit of giving, i’d like to propose a giveaway for all you wonderful people out there who have made my entrance into the mcu fandom such a joy, one that i haven’t yet regretted !! i’ll be listing prizes and rules for this extremely belated giveaway first, before continuing onto my follow forever under the cut, just for length’s sake !! so, here we goooo –

➳ ❝ RULES.

  number one. the giveaway will end at MIDNIGHT ON NEW YEAR’S DAY AEST or GMT +10:00. i live in ‘stralia, so this giveaway will likely end before new year’s for everyone else, but better early than never… ish?

  number two. must be following me for this giveaway! it’s mainly for the 120+ followers that i have slowly been falling in love with these last weeks, but you’re welcome to follow for the giveaway at any time!

  number three. one like and as many reblogs per person! just remember not to spam your the smol human beans on your dash mmk?

  number four. i will be contacting the winners after the time limit ends. hopefully, the winners will reply within 72 hours, y’know? but, also !! winners are allowed to transfer their prize to someone else if they want to, or request to swap the prize for something of equal value. ( theme = 1000 icons if available, etc. )

  number five. roleplay blogs only, unless i know your personal !! which, uh, i probably don’t? ( squints at smudged writing on hand and coughs awkwardly )

➳ ❝ PRIZES.

 third place. hundred icons. promo.

  second place. five hundred icons. promo.

   first place. theme. promo.

➳ ❝ EXAMPLES.

➳ ❝ FOLLOW FOREVER. UNDER READ MORE.

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No, I'm not a Frozen fan.

Frozen is now out on DVD, and as I told my Twitter audience, I chose to grab it from a nearby Redbox and see what all the fuss was about.  I’m certain that anything I have to say has already been said, though I’ve tried my best to avoid most spoilers or reviews.  My complaints really have little to do with the “feminism” arguments that I know I’ve seen floating around, or whether or not it was the first movie to accomplish this or that, about romantic love or familial love, or whatever.  Whether it was the first or the last to accomplish any of these things are not my concern.  My question going into it was whether or not any of it had been done before, but rather whether or not its execution is any good.  And in my opinion, it was unfortunately the latter of the two.  Some may wonder if, since I’m still associated with Channel Awesome, whether or not I’ve seen other producers’ comments on the movie, including those that Doug Walker have made.  I have not, specifically because I thought that Frozen was important enough that I give it the clean slate opportunity without outside influence as best as I possibly could.  All I knew about the movie going into it were a whole bunch of animated GIFs that Tumblr wouldn’t stop posting, and I’d heard Let It Go a few times, no thanks to the radio at work playing it (and I was mad because I was really trying to avoid it so that I could hear it in the context of the movie first).  Perhaps one day I could turn this blog into a video or something.  For now, this is where it is.

So, alright, here we go.

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