smalltown usa

Just think about it though
If I was on Broadway right now doing a show I’d probably just be getting home to my apartment
Feet tired from dance choreography
Right hand tired from signing playbills
Mic tape stuck behind my ear
Hairs from my wig and sequins from one of my quick change costumes on my arms
Scrolling through my tumblr tag to see how people like me
Getting fanmail from kids who live in Smalltown, USA
Show-themed cookies from Scmackery’s
Tweeting other Broadway actors
Hoping the show will last at least another season
Noticing the bootlegger in the mezzanine, row AB seat 6
But not saying anything
Because there’s probably a kid living in Jacksonville, Florida
Who’s been waiting on this bootleg for months

That would be the life

....Take Me Back To When

Originally posted by now-s-cream

Pairing: Kirk x reader

Warnings: motherhood? Is that a warning? Lots of nostalgia

Words: 2749

A/N: Took me way longer than I intended, but here’s part 2 of “I Was Younger Then….” Thanks for sticking around and being mostly patient with me while life got in the way of pretty much everything. 

I’d love to hear any and all feedback you want to give me!! 

Part One is here if you missed it!

“I Was Younger Then….”

She groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Squinting at the alarm clock, she could barely make out the numbers that told her it was far earlier than she would have liked to be up. She felt the cold sheets beside her, and sighed as she remembered that she was still alone. She stretched, turning down the noise on the baby monitor as she grabbed her robe off the chair and pulled it tight around herself. She padded down the hall to her daughter’s nursery. Picking up the baby, she rocked her, whispering comforts as she headed to the kitchen to heat up formula. Shaking her head, she noted the dinner that had been left out was untouched. Her husband hadn’t come home last night as promised. Biting back disappointment, her mind wandered into a sudden memory of years ago.

She was eight years old. She and James had pulled yet another dumb prank on his brother, and they were pressed together tightly in a closet, each of them fighting to get to the keyhole and watch everything go down. “Shhh!” She giggled, and James turned to her, shooting her a glare. She clamped her hand down over her mouth to stifle the noise and he grinned at her. The two of them had become inseparable in the three years since they’d met, and she could tell that he was close to laughing himself. A set of footsteps had them both going silent, and he took the crack in the door so she could watch through the keyhole.

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Low Battery Blues

destiel fic; PG; 4k
Prompt: Imagine that person A decides to send person B a picture of themselves next to a funny statue/really weird stuffed animal/the world’s most beautiful chocolate cake/whatever else with the caption “im leaving you i found someone else” thinking person B would find it hilarious, except they send the caption before the picture and the signal is bad so person B doesn’t see the picture, just the caption, and they start crying.

A/N: This is for an anon prompt that I received. Special thanks go to Shannon and @totumd97 for beta reading

AO3 link

“Hurry up, Sammy, I’m starting to feel like a douche standing next to this guy,” Dean said as he struggled to keep his ridiculously cheesy pose.

“I’m trying to, Dean, but your phone keeps giving me a ‘battery low’ warning that gets in the way,” Sam grumbled. “Ah, wait. Okay…got it!”

Dean relaxed from his pose, stepping away from the large sculpture of Apollo and holding his hand out to get his cell phone back from Sam.

“Quick, I wanna send this picture to Cas before my battery dies.”

Sam handed the phone to him with a teasing smile on his face. “You know you two are really gross, right?”

Dean went into the messaging system he always used with Cas and started typing. “You know we only do that to annoy you, right? We’re not nearly as into PDA when you’re not around.”

He snickered at the offended look on Sam’s face at the bald-faced lie. They’d only been dating for a few months, and were still firmly in the ‘can’t keep my hands off you for more than a minute’ honeymoon period of their relationship.

Dean had met Cas in his second year psychology class, which was mandatory, even though Dean was an engineering student, and he was pretty sure cars didn’t need therapy. But he couldn’t begrudge having to take the class since it led him to Cas. Castiel Novak, theology major, youngest of five brothers and sisters, and – if you asked Dean – probably the primary reason the sun rose in the morning. Okay, he would never say that out loud, but he was head over heels for the guy and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

They’d become friends after they were assigned a project together, discovering that they actually had some mutual friends such as Charlie Bradbury, CompSci major, and Kevin Tran, pre-med student. For a little while, they’d danced around each other, unsure about the other’s feelings. But with a little help from their mutual friends and Cas’s most infuriating brother Gabriel, who’d somehow all figured out that Dean and Cas liked each other even before they realized it themselves, they ended up being tricked into going a date. By the end of the evening, they were making out on Dean’s dorm room couch, and from that moment on they’d been inseparable.

This trip actually marked the first time they’d been apart from each other for more than a weekend, and Dean was experiencing Cas Withdrawal SyndromeTM already. But he’d promised Sam years ago that he would take him on a trip with just the two of them as a high school graduation present, and he was actually enjoying it a lot. Just Sam and him and his baby, spending three weeks together in the Midwest going from motel to motel and doing whatever they felt like doing.

Today was a good example of the total randomness of their activities. They’d been driving through a small town in Utah when Sam had noticed the Greco-Roman museum that was inexplicably situated between the town library and a flower shop. Sam had dragged Dean inside, and they’d soon discovered that the museum was basically a collection of replicas, which made sense. It wasn’t like a museum in Smalltown, USA would have actual genuine Greco-Roman artefacts lying around. Still, the replicas were of a fairly good quality, and Sam seemed happy enough, so Dean just let him have his fun.

But then he’d noticed the pièce de résistance of the entire collection - a large statue of a naked Apollo sporting an impressive set of abs – and a plan had immediately formed in his head. He hadn’t messaged or called Cas in the last two days and he was in a teasing mood.

And now, his plan was put into action.

Me: Hey, it’s been fun these past few months, but I’m leaving you. I’ve met someone who’s absolutely divine.

Just as Dean hit send, his screen started to dim, and the ‘battery low’ warning flashed on his screen. He had 1% left. He quickly hurried to attach the picture of him standing next to the sculpture to a follow-up message. A second after he hit send, his screen went black as his battery gave up the ghost.

Sure that the message had reached its destination, Dean pocketed his phone and went to stand behind Sam, who was admiring a decorative vase, ruffling his hair and earning a “Hey! Jerk,” as a result.

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Pompeii chapter 8


Sakura blinked awake in the scant, grey hours before dawn. She frowned, shaking her head as she tried to remember her dream. Something about whispering…

She sighed, knowing already that she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep today, even though her bed was extremely comfortable.

Tripping over herself, Sakura rose to her feet and started her day. She stuck bobby pins into her short hair haphazardly, pulling it back from her sleepy features.

She moved through the motions, brushing her teeth as she looked at the dim, grey sky outside. She opened the balcony door, allowing the bracing cold to awaken her.

“Right,” she said, spitting into the sink. She smacked her face, grabbed a roll, and pulled on her climbing boots.

It was time to explore the wilderness.

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What. The Actual. Fuck.

Fandom, this not how we fandom.

This is not how we treat each other. This is not how you treat people in general, but for goodness sakes not your own fandom.

Fandom is the fantastic immersion in a shared passion and love, expressed in writing or drawing or squee-tweets or wherever the inspiration takes you. This is your family, your community, your support systems for all your creative endeavors and your friends you can count on to be there in the wee hours of the day and late hours of the evening and smack-dab in the middle of the goddamned day because you know what is awesome about your fandom friends? They are everywhere, in all shapes and sizes, with life experiences and backgrounds and histories that can shatter offline realities in Smalltown, USA or ArrestYouForHomosexuality, Russia.

Your fandom community is inclusive, it is educational. It is all walks of life, all political views, all/no genders, all religions, all the things that give life color and character and the beauty of a rich world.

It is comfort and escape, it is solace and quiet. It is loud and rambunctious, and fandom is so terrifyingly powerful sometimes it’s almost awe-inspiring. It is laughter at ridiculous shit your friends say, it is tears for loss of fandom friends, and it’s coming together to support victims of natural disasters or someone who needs a safe place to live.  

Fandom is fucking amazing.  Fandom inspires people to write, it teaches people to draw, it takes pride in it’s awareness and drives conversation regarding race, health and disorders, cultural appropriation, and pretty much every ‘ism.  Hell, it even teaches people about sex, sexuality, gender and romance, personal acceptance and relationships in their own offline lives.

You know what fandom is not?

Fandom is not hate. Especially not hate on any of our community. It’s not disrespect for someone’s art, it is not anon-filled inboxes of tumblr wank, it is not bullying (whether it be fan or cast/crew/network, like what happened with eaddymays) and it sure as hell is not attacking an author over their works. 

Come on, fandom.  We are better than this.  We are better than this because we fucking write/read about the pain and consequences in our fanfic, we paint it in our fanart, and we talk about it in our meta and in our personal messages.  

The bullying has got to stop, in whatever shape or form.  There are people on the other side of that text and being an asshole - while I totally believe it is within your freedom to be an asshole - is not how the other person (who has never done a goddamned thing to you) deserves to be treated.

This is going to continue being a hate-free zone.  Debate and discussion?  Most welcome.  Encouraged, actually.  You don’t like a show or movie I do?  That’s okay and I invite the conversation to discuss why.  Besides, there are probably common interests we do share, which is brilliant and awesome in every way.

However, if you’re going to use your voice and freedom on the internet to be shitty to other people in your community?  I’m going to use my voice and freedom to express how being shitty to others is not who fandom is, what we are, or why we are here.  You are not supported in your actions, it is not condoned, and it is not tolerated.  

And if you are being targeted, say something to someone.  Please.  Say it to me, say it to your friends, say it to to everyone on Tumblr/Twitter/MySpace.  Don’t let it build til it drives you from fandom because fandom is no longer a safe space for you.  This is not who fandom is, and believe it when I say, you  are welcome, you are fantastic in whatever form you choose to participate, and you fucking belong. 

Summary of Day Whatever this is

So today we started in Lafayette, CO and I spent a lot of time talking to my friend’s mother-in-law. We’ve known each other for a few years and it was great. My friend and her husband however, were long gone on a business trip. They left at 4:30AM.

Then we started driving. Colorado slowly became reminiscent of the North Dakota scenery, which if I’ve spoken with you since then, I’m sure I’ve told you it’s the most depressing scenery. Part of me is amazed by the flatness of the state, but the rest of me is bored to tears by the amount of corn and insects. Also that bird that dove in front of my car.

Then eventually we hit Kansas. Surprisingly, Kansas had the BEST rest stop I’ve ever seen. It was clean and big and filled with friendly staff and even had free coffee. I didn’t think that Kansas would register on my list of states that I liked, but it did. Also, as soon as I crossed the state line I started playing Carry On My Wayward Son and while [name redacted] was trying to nap. But there was no way that I could enter Kansas and not listen to Kansas. That’s preposterous.

Speaking of [name redacted], she has some massive amounts of work to do and like, I might have to drop her off in Ohio at the Republican National Convention soon. And if that happens, all ya’ll east coasters watch out, because that means I have some free time to visit ya’ll while she’s working. I can travel at pod7et’s stupid travel rate. I uhhh … met this German couple who is also road tripping and we both have traveled for 12+ hours/day only I managed to travel over 1000 miles and they haven’t. Uhhh … I swear I haven’t broken any land-speed records in my Prius. I mean, it’s a PRIUS!

So after Kansas, we went to Oklahoma, and then to Texas, and then back to Oklahoma and we stayed with this awesome couple on Oluskee, OK. If you ever are traveling, I’d recommend them. They re a great example of southern hospitality from New Yorkers. A+, would do again!

Tomorrow we are headed toward Arkansas (a phrase I never thought I’d utter, but I have a friend who lives there because her husband works at a local college). I can’t wait to see them again. It’s been years. And on the way I might get to have coffee with @formidablepassion which is EXTRA exciting!!!

sir, officer joe from smalltown usa might rescue puppies and donate to local charities, but as a whole the police institution is a disgrace to society

I really want to write a fic (I think I might tbh) where Sam and Gabe live in Smalltown, USA. I’m talking population 4,000 or less, dirt-road and everyone-knows-everyone kind of living. And Gabriel’s one of those outskirt outcast kind of people, one trip into ‘town’ a week just for the basics and mostly keeping to himself. Using the guise of night to sneak into town and fix Ms. Mill’s broken window and leaving little pieces of himself behind with his hands and his heart. 

One day, Gabriel hears whispers (it’s how they communicate in town you know?) about a wide-eyed up-and-coming college graduate who just moved into town (Sam duh) and Gabriel doesn’t really think much of it. What’s another addition to the dust-coated town he called home? 

And he forgets about the newcomer until a wave of whispers comes hoovering above the isles at the supermarket. Something about how Sam helped little Ms. Harvelle by changing her tire and he even got a smile from her. And Gabriel’s like hmm good guy and goes about his daily life. 

Until the next wave. This time Sam had taken in stray cats someone left in a box on the side of the road on their way out of town. His arms are covered in scratches, they’d say and they’d shake their heads with a smile.Then it’s whispers about how Sam built little Timmy down the road a tree house because his parents had died the month before and he’d  needed a place to escape to without eyes to watch him grieve. It took days, but Sam didn’t seem to mind. Never mind the money he spent on the supplies. That Sam, he’s a crazy they’d say. And Gabe, well, color him intrigued. Though he never did seem to catch the man everyone had fallen in love with. Only the ripples he was creating. Only the way forever-grumpy Mr. Singer even had a smile when Gabe totally nonchalantly (not nonchalantly at all) brought up the topic while getting his car checked. 

So, Gabe listens and takes it all in and starts to look forward to the next time he goes into town to see what this man would do next.

And Sam, Sam’s on the opposite end. And he hears whispers too. Whispers about outcast Gabriel who lets the kids toilet paper his house and, legend says, joins them whenever he gets the chance. Who would want to clean all that up? they said. Gabriel who steals around in the night, fixing people’s broken windows and flickering lights so they feel safe in the town he loves. Gabriel who once, and only once, got good ol’ Bobby Singer to laugh out loud at a prank he pulled on the mayor involving the mayor’s car and a shit-ton of plastic wrap. Gabriel who always has a smile and a joke for anyone that needs it and a sarcastic jab for anyone who needs one of those too. Gabriel who doesn’t seem to know his town loves him just as much as he loves it.

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