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Please consider:
  • “You’re a celebrity and I’m a paparazzo, sorry friend can I take pictures of you to pay my rent next month??” AU
  • “You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU
  • “I don’t know you but I need some place to stay for the night, my roommate’s getting some” AU
  • “I’m helping my niece’s girl scout troop sell cookies and hell no, fuck off soccer coach, we were here first” AU
  • "This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU
  • “You’ve locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so I’ll let you into mine” AU
  • “We’re neighbors who don’t really talk but your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant?? We must raise this little kitty family together” AU
  • “A toddler broke your nose and I may or may not have snapped my thumb during a very intense game of Mario Kart and now we’re both sitting next to each other in the hospital waiting room” AU
The Littlest Winchester - Something Special for Sam

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,009

Request:

Can you do The Littlest Winchester where its Sam’s birthday and the reader tries to make something special for him?

Fic:

           “Daddy, will you take me to the store?” The four-year-old tugs at Dean’s pant leg to get his attention.

           “Why do you want to go to the store?”

           “I want to get Sammy a present.”

           “Why don’t you make him something?”

           “I don’t know what to make him.”

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wow.  okay, i’m gonna try to write this up without crying.

on saturday, we walked down the aisle to a piano version of metallica’s nothing else matters.  we said our vows, we said i do, and we were introduced as mrs. and mrs. for the first time.

we got photos with our wonderful wedding party, my grandma and my little niece, whose flower girl dress matched mine (<3), danced to beirut’s postcards from italy, and it was so exciting that i couldn’t even eat a donut from the donut bar (i heard it was awesome, lol).  the staff at our venue liked us so much they almost cried when we wrapped things up, and gave us three bottles of champagne to take home.

there were supposed to be thunderstorms the whole day, so i was kind of bummed that the photos might be a little hectic, or that we’d have to do them all inside.  however, it didn’t rain.  i mean, it did rain.  but … you guys.  it was sunny at the same time. so you know what that means, right?

that’s us!  and that’s our unexpected wedding guest, the rainbow!

everybody told me that something would go wrong, and we’d just have to shrug it off, but … nothing went wrong.  everything was perfect.  i wouldn’t change anything about the day.  everything unfolded like a story.  we are married now, like we’ve been planning for more than ten years.  every time i’m alone i get one of our songs stuck in my head and i just start crying, because it’s real, it happened, the words were said and everyone heard them, and no one can stop it or take it away!  our marriage is endorsed by a fucking rainbow!!!

okay, there it is.  we did it!  now for the honeymoon.  we’re gonna do whatever the fuck we want.  <3

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I just don’t feel comfortable posting the entire song on YouTube, so the second chorus is missing from this video. Hence the abrupt transition in the middle.

This is dedicated to my sister and niece, the wicked girls of my life.

@digitaldiscipline you wanted to see this.

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What Fresh Hell Is This

Did you vote for the current President? Did you tell your kids that you don’t give a shit about them? Granted, you have a long list of people who are going to be slowly killed or destroyed in some form or fashion, but if you have kids, at the very least, they should be at the top of your list.

And if you don’t have kids, find some. Nieces, nephews, girl scouts, your neighbor’s kids. Tell them you were scared of brown and black people, in addition to those monstrous gays, and that you were really sick to death of contributing to a society that was slowly trying to stop catering to your every stupid fucking whim. Let them know your reasons. It wasn’t personal. You were just sick of all those smug climate change scientists.

Whatever the case may be. Whatever compelled you to vote your shallow, shitty conscience for a man who repeatedly made it clear that he was going to fuck you, and fuck you hard. Just tell them the truth. You don’t give a shit about them.

And boy oh boy, if you thought the education system in this country was fucked before, strap in. We’re about to make No Child Left Behind look like a staggering testament to human potential.