you got carded

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Dean x Reader

Requested by @emoryhemsworth

Christmas Prompt List

Christmas Prompt Masterlist


You pulled your jacket closer around you. Sammy was taking for ever in the Library and you were pinning for at least a christmas movie. You air clouded around you and Dean sighed as he drummed his fingers on the top of the car.

“Wanna go christmas shopping?” He asked eventually.

“On christmas night?” You asked as you climbed into the car, shivering a little. “We don’t exactly do christmas.”

“You have such a pretty face. You should be on a Christmas card.” He said with a smile as he leant in through the window to grab something.

“You got me a card!” You hummed happily and opened it, finding a hand drawn picture of you on the front.

“The hunt a while back, with the street performers… he drew you.” Dean muttered and you smiled, rummaging through your bag.


“Tada… “ You smiled and handed him a badly wrapped gift which h carefully opened and proudly inspected a new lighter.

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Meeting new people like….

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happy birthday nozomicchi! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) { 09.06 }

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(That last gif demanded this. But on the note, have to wonder if Hakuba’s ever been to one of Kaito’s ‘heists’ where he really doesn’t do anything. Green Dream is especially coming to mind as Kid accomplishing something, just not exactly what everyone expected. Or, you know. Ryoma or that baseball incident. I’d love to know Hakuba’s thoughts on ones like those, even if he gets that Kaito isn’t a bad thief.)

Death

Nothing in life is promised except death.


Have you guys heard about Radiance-Anthology​?? It’s a fan book based on Bryan Fuller’s adaptation of Hannibal and it’s literally an amazing piece of work in itself and evidence enough of the amazing fandom we have. I was late in the game but for sure I am backing them up as much as I can.

Check it out! A lot of artist and writers and staff behind production put a so much love and effort into the project. 


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once, in a class that I was taking, my teacher had us all do this exercise. you got ten cards and you had to write on each one, five of the most important things in your life, and five of the most important people in your life. after these were all written down, the teacher said we had to give up one of our most important things. we also had to give up one of our most important people.

even though it was only an exercise and they were literally just pieces of paper, it was very painful to have to choose who to give up. it made everyone in the room feel guilty and awful. we also had to hold up our cards so the person next to us couldn’t see what they said, and they had to pick a card to take away. that also hurt. nobody felt good during or after class that day, and at the end, our teacher explained why we were doing this.

she said this exercise is sometimes used in cancer treatment centers, as a way of exploring loss and how we cope with it. the exercise also would result in conversations like “hey, I had to lose my mom! you only had to lose your swimming coach!”

the real point of this exercise was to teach empathy. maybe for this other person, losing their swim coach was just as bad as you losing your mom. you don’t know. you can never know what someone else’s struggle is really like, all you can do is KNOW that you don’t know, and accept that your feelings aren’t more or less important than anyone else’s. there is no “my hard is harder than your hard”, there is only hard.

so why did I tell this story? because I keep seeing posts from people expressing their grim disbelief that it isn’t universally accepted that the things they find most upsetting are equally upsetting to everyone.

maybe for you, the most triggering, horrible topic imaginable is incest. maybe for someone else, it’s reading about having a miscarriage. it could be ANYTHING. there are pretty universally accepted “sensitive topics”, but this whole “I can’t believe I have to tell you all that incest ships are wrong” type attitude reminds me of the empathy exercise more and more often lately.

the people who express their disgust with everyone else’s lack of disgust over THEIR triggers think they’re being empathetic people, but they’re not. they aren’t practicing empathy at all, because they can’t accept that maybe what’s triggering to them is a coping mechanism for someone else, or that things they consider normal and okay might be someone else’s worst nightmare. empathy only for people who think and feel what you think and feel isn’t empathy.

I’m a strong advocate for tagging sensitive and triggering material, don’t misconstrue that. but I’m also an advocate for just closing the browser window and moving on rather than attacking and shaming compete strangers. you don’t know them, you don’t know their story, you don’t know their reasons…you just don’t know.

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I gotta say this is the most fun I’ve had making something in awhile

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This is the single best piece of paper that has ever happened to my life (also the best snowbaz crack AU in existence, text below). Thank you to the amazing Lesley aka @fanbows for plotting the greatest card ever! I will never look at Simon Snow’s food obsession the same way again 💕


The Very Hungry Simon Snow

One Sunday afternoon Simon Snow took the train to Watford, he hadn’t eaten all day and he was very hungry!  He started to look for some food…

On Monday he ate one full English Breakfast BUT HE WAS STILL HUNGRY!

On Tuesday he ate two roast dinners BUT HE WAS STILL HUNGRY!

On Wednesday he ate three shepherd’s pies BUT HE WAS STILL HUNGRY!

On Thursday he ate four currys and a Samosa BUT HE WAS STILL HUNGRY!

On Friday he ate five million sour cherry scones BUT HE WAS STILL HUNGRY!

On Saturday he ate ALL THE FUCKING MAGIC IN THE UNIVERSE AND 12 CADBURY’S CREME EGGS AND SOME SANDWICHES AND 2 OF EBB’S GOATS AND A KIT KAT AND 30 MINT AERO BARS AND SOME ROAST BEEF AND A BOWL OF POTPOURRI HE THOUGHT WERE FANCY CRISPS. HE HAD A STOMACH ACHE.

The next day was Sunday again and he ate Baz’s face and he felt MUCH BETTER!

THE END