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teaboot

“So this fic has been abandoned but you should read it anyways because…” hold up. Have you not been reading all promising fics regardless of completion this entire time

teaboot

Today I learned that an alarming number of yall are filtering fic by “completed works only” which is WILD to me because some of the best shit I ever read was incomplete. Just like how some of the best friendships fade, the best experiences end, the best partners pass away before you’re ready. Nobody wants good things to end but they do and that doesn’t make them less meaningful. And sometimes a tree must be nurtured before it can grow

hmslusitania

For I Am Death (Complete)

(41009 words) by HMSLusitania Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Mary Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Billie, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Nick (Supernatural), Patience Turner, Claire Novak, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Reapers (Various)

"Dean, what are you doing?" Cas asks, low, while Dean straightens up and toys with the ring. He has no idea if this will work, but all he needs is long enough to open the door. How the hell he and Cas would get out of Death's library without Death, he can't guess. "Humans can't wear Death's ring," the empty scolds him like it's educating a particularly stupid child. "It definitely sucked ass the last time I did it," Dean agrees, which prompts both Cas and the empty to pause in surprise. "As for human, I've been to Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven, and I've been a demon and I've got an archangel stuck in my head, and I'm not really sure how you all tabulate that shit, but I figure by this point I've gotta be pretty borderline."

OR

Dean says goodbye to Cas before leaving on his Ma'lak Box quest, and things go very differently from there.

Now Complete!

#spn #this was so good!!!#spn fic rec

gentlier

What is your eye color?

A 10, 17, 40, or 50

A 20, 30, or 60

C 20, 30, or 40

D 10, 30, 37, or 50

D 20, 34, 40, or 60

T 7, 10, 15, or 17

T 20, 30, 40, or 50

BOTH of my eyes are two different colors.

ONE of my eyes is two different colors.

I don’t have eyes.

Remaining time: 6 days 14 hours

#somewhere between A30-C20-D10 #although the do go a smidge bluer in some lights ig #polls

hthrrloooo

Catastrophize Benedictine

#hyperactive burrito would actually be a great band name ngl

grimandghoulish

reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster

drabbles-and-rambles

I saw a post about Shane and Ilya being sad that they can't thank each other in their acceptance speeches like other can with their spouses and it got me thinking:

Ilya wins his first awards and hes got nobody he really wants to thank after his team and coach cause he he hates his family but he knows his speech is too short so on impulse he goes "And I want to thank Shane Hollander for being slightly worse than me this season". Everyone knows it was going to one of those two, so everyone thinks hes an asshole to say that but whats new so it works for him. But from then on it then becomes a bit for both of them to thank each other in their speeches in a snide way as a reason they won.

Shane winning the Art Ross Trophy (Awarded to the player who leads the league in total points at the end of the regular season). and going "special thanks to Rozanov for missing at least 5 shots this season, he was a huge help"

Ilya winning the Conn Smythe Trophy (Awarded to the most valuable player for his team in the playoffs.) "Just want to give a quick shout out to Hollander for getting knocked out in the second round this season. Must hate to see me up here."

They find a way to mention the other in their speeches every time all the time.

shanehollandered

and every time, they sit in their seats like

#hr #heated rivalry

andoutofharm

[kermit the frog voice] i am not afraid to keep on living i am not afraid to walk this world alone

handsomeboymodelingschool

At the having a headache awards

jess-abides

This is it, this is the one

ily-a

Hollanov + text posts (part 1)

#the girls with glasses one made me laugh out loud lmfao #so perfectly in character #hr #heated rivalry

janmisali

pick whatever option the person you're following who reblogged this post didn't pick. if they didn't say in the tags what they picked or if you're seeing the original post and not a reblog, pick at random instead.

first option

second option

Remaining time: 3 days 23 hours

#first!

seren-starlight

Unoriginal sin. Derivative sin

yiiiiiiiikes25

transformative sin tbh

dustdotorg

sometimes you will see a joke circulate within a fandom and at first it's all fun and games but then the slow and terrible realization starts to seep in that this will become in fact a widely-accepted way to read a specific situation between characters that were subject of said joke and there is nothing you can do about it but to watch the horrors unfold in real time

writing-is-a-martial-art

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.