Summary :- You and Finn have been dating for a while. You’re about to make history as one of the first inter-gender matches of the New Era, but neither you nor Finn can focus entirely on the match…
Warnings :- Fluff, mentions of cheating
Word Count :- 1,431
AN - This is literally just something I dreamt up last night, so let me know what you think. Should I do a part 2 of when they get back to their hotel if you get when I’m saying? *Wink wink nudge nudge*
Ok so I’ve listened to six Prince albums today and cried a overwhelmingly considerable amount to the point of where I was so grief-stricken, my whole body trembled and my chest was physically aching.
There is not enough words in the english dictionary to describe how much this man means to me or what he has done for me. He caressed my heart and opened it up to a world of love.
He kept me alive in times of bleeding sorrow, he made feel less alone. I cannot repay him for all he has done for me. He’s influenced me as as an artist, and as a human being.
I wouldn’t be who I am today without his positive guidance.
Now Prince has always existed in my life but it wasn’t until after his death that I was aware of how special he really was. I remember a few days after his passing. They were playing his music videos on the television and I had tuned in just as Purple Rain was beginning.
This was the version from the movie by the same name.
It’s safe to say…I was captivated/stunned. That such a man could make a guitar cry and wail…and express the most intense emotions that the human heart can feel.
Afterwards I thought “wow…what a genius we just lost..”
I was speechless, I couldn’t help but feel like I witnessed some sacred greatness that wasn’t of this world. It was a surreal experience.
The only other live version of Purple Rain that replicates that feeling for me is the Super Bowl version from 2007. Hard to believe that was ten years ago now.
Just seeing him slaying it in the rain..it’s sentimentally heartfelt.
If you haven’t seen it..I recommend you do so now by clicking the video above. Give this man a moment of your time..take it all in.
And appreciate the genius..we still hold oh so dear to this day.
My Dearest Prince, you have my heart eternally.
You have all of my poetic expressions.
I miss you but I’m thankful we had you for so long.
I just need to say more than just a “congratulations”, I’m more than proud of him. This man, that has been fighting for the past year, staying strong for all the hateful comments people have said about him, and winning the award. Like words cannot actually describe how strong this guy is! Wow. And did you see how shocked he was? He didn’t really think he had as much supporters as he used to, and there wouldn’t be much love, instead, he got more than just love, he had people screaming and cheering, “i love you!” and that beautiful smile afterwards. He loves us so much, it’s great we finally gave back to him. He deserved this award more than anyone, I’m so happy for him, and happy for myself, because I made Johnny Christopher Depp II, smile. I love you, Johnny. WE love you.
Hello guys, I'm here again! And I have to ask if you have any fics with Demon!Dean. I haven't seen much of that and is an amazing tag. Thanks for your great work :D
I’ve been waiting for someone to send this ask! Demon Dean was one of my least favorite parts while watching SPN, so it’s strange that I have so many amazing fics about him. I’m not going to rec every demon Dean fic that I have because I’d go crazy having to link them all here. So, instead, I’m giving you all my favorites with both AU and canon settings and saving the rest for a possible part 2 rec. I hope you haven’t already read all of these. Enjoy! - Admin A
Title: If We Are Victorious In One More Battle
Author: it_felt_pure (custodian)
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★
Admin J’s notes: Demon Dean isn’t my kinda thing, but maybe you have a thing for it? It breaks my heart to think that there has been a relationship going on and then Dean turns to demon and Cas loses him. Not cool. Even though the smut is pretty good.
Summary: The smell of sulfur wakes him. Castiel panics, grasps the handle of the angel blade under his pillow, and twists in his sheets to face the danger. He’s weak — he’s barely an angel anymore — but he’s still a warrior. Broken or not, he’s a warrior.
“Heya, Cas. Heard you were looking for me.”
The shock is enough that Castiel almost drops the blade. And then he grips it tighter, sensing more than seeing the corruption that has seeped into Dean’s soul. He fumbles with the bedside lamp. A click, and the room lights up dim yellow.
Admin A’s notes: This author never disappoints! I swear, everything she writes is pure gold and this is no exception. This just proves that a smut fic can and should have a decent plot to it. I think I may have to read this again since it’s been awhile!
Summary: Demon!Dean/Priest!Cas AU. Castiel summons Dean to the crossroads, and he only wants one thing: him.
Admin A’s notes: This didn’t work for me and I have to admit that I did not finish it. I got half way and had to drop out because I have a pending list of 90 unread Destiel fics waiting… But I decided to add this on the list because I have a feeling that I’m in the minority with my feelings of dislike. So give it a chance and judge it yourself^^
Summary: When Castiel abandoned Heaven to be with Dean, he damned himself to hell. Now, centuries later, Dean is sent on orders from Heaven to stop a demonic Castiel from leading the armies of hell in another war.
Admin A’s notes: I’m only reccing this in case there’s still someone who has not read this verse. Don’t be scared about the large word count, there’s just many parts on this verse and you can always just read part one and two and call it a day :’D
Summary: Demon/Angel College!AU: Dean is a demon who dislikes angels and Castiel is his new angel roommate at college. Dean finds himself fascinated with Castiel’s wings, much to his own annoyance, which only leads him into trouble. When they become accidentally mated to each other, things get complicated and feelings get hurt, but can it be the start of something good?
Admin A’s notes: I love this, it’s AU but then again it’s not. I love it when authors put a lot of effort into describing things and creating worlds of their own without just relying on the fact that we’ve all watched SPN, and that nothing really needs to be explained. There are the rare cases where mainly dialogue type of writing works, but that only/mostly applies to oneshots with less than 3k of words. Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked again… What I meant to say was that I really enjoyed this story and I’m quite sure this would be perfect for those who mostly read AU fics like me, but also for head canon readers because it’s still not complete AU!
Summary: Life is relatively simple for Dean: get a contract, kill something, collect money, get drunk and fuck. That’s how it’s been for a long while now, and that’s the way he likes it. However, he never thought he’d have an angel in his house, and he sure as hell never guessed he’d think about keeping it.
Admin A’s notes: I have a feeling that this ask would be so much better suited for admin J. I’m an AU reader mostly and when I make an exception, I hardly ever give a fair rating because I’m mostly reading them because I have to and not because I want to. So once again, I was not as impressed by this as it probably deserved, but keep in mind that this is not my genre of choice!
Summary:When Castiel finally locates Dean in Hell after forty years, he finds the righteous man changed into something much darker than the angel had expected. Such a creature cannot be resurrected, so Castiel must return him to the man he used to be before he can be sent back to Earth.
Admin A’s notes: As you all know by now, I basically stick to my AU stories, but every once in awhile I make exceptions and this is one of those. I absolutely loved how this was written and the way the author used her words to describe everything. I had a clear visual of everything in my head as I read this fic, and for that I have to dish out extra kudos. I loved how dark and ugly Dean’s demonic side got at times and I loved his inner power-struggle between good and evil. Also Castiel’s journey to save Dean while losing his stolen grace were wonderful. I totally fell for this story and it’s quickly becoming one of my all time favorites.
Summary: Dean dies with the Mark of Cain on his arm, waking up with black eyes and hellfire licking at his heels.
Cas, sick on the stolen grace that’s rotting inside him, gives chase.
As his pursuit and Dean’s evasion ebbs and flows, they begin to figure out the difference between marks given and marks received, and what it means when one such mark is faded but not forgotten.
This is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write. I’m already crying and I’ve only just started.
Peter announced that he’s leaving Doctor Who. There are no words to properly describe how heartbroken and upset I am over it. God, I still remember the day he was announced as the Doctor. I had no idea just how much I’d come to love him, in character as the Doctor and the man himself. I cannot describe the happiness that this Doctor and this man has brought me. Hell, he’s one of the main reasons I pushed myself to make it to my very first convention last year, to put myself out there with my cosplay (and gave encouraging words to pursue my career in writing.)
Meeting him was the greatest day of my life. He not only complimented my cosplay, but communicated a certain understanding to me in a way that has forever touched me. When I acted like no one else was in the room when I hugged him during the photo-op, he laughed and let me go on as long as I needed to. I’m telling you, this man IS the Doctor. He made me feel special. I wish I could thank him for making me feel special.
As some of you know, @hybriddutyofcare and I are still sending the award and scrapbooks to Peter. We both weren’t expecting this to happen, and now it feels like he’s receiving it for the purpose we didn’t intend in the first place. It feels like a send-off award instead of a recognition one. The words on the award now feel like they are truly in the past tense and that our words of hoping for him to stay longer are now null and void. It hurts me to think that if he would’ve gotten it earlier, would he have changed his mind?
(Those last lines are painful to look at now.)
Before Peter/Twelve came along, I had loved @doctorwho so much already. However, my love for it increased so much during s8 and s9 that I ended up doing what I never expected to do before and made so many new, unexpected friends. Its crazy how much more involved I’ve gotten in the fandom because of him.
I’ve said more than I meant to, but I really needed to let this out. I’ve never been more heartbroken by a departure on this show until now, however, I owe Peter great thanks for all that he’s done for me (and all of us) during his time on the show. Thank you, Peter Capaldi. You will always be my Doctor. Period.
“She’s…she’s my…I don’t know but she’s in danger, I have to get back, I have to help her!” Neal
Words cannot describe how much I lovethis scene. It may seem just a cute and silly bit at first glance but it revels so much about what kind of man Neal is.
Just before he fell through that portal, Emma declared that she both loved him and needed him. And yet Neal doesn’t immediately jump on that and decide that clearly they are together and Emma is now ‘his’. He fully admits that he doesn’t know who he is to Emma and who she is to him.
Because Neal understands that Emma decides who she is with. That just because you love someone doesn’t mean that you should be with them. That just because you love someone doesn’t mean that you aren’t still angry and hurt.
Because Neal understands that Emma gets to decide when her walls come down, when she wants to be with someone, when she’s ready to actually act upon the love and need that she feels.
And he’ll still stand by her, supporting and helping her no matter who he is to her or how long it takes.
Words cannot describe how incredible this past weekend was at MinnCon. Everyone was so sweet and funny, and I admire Misha so much for still coming out to see and take pictures with his fans in spite of what happened on Friday night. He is officially the kindest, most selfless man I’ve ever met, and I’ll never forget these moments. We love you, Misha.