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Does anyone have checkthemargins old supernatural work? Pleaseeeee.
My emo phase will end when i die
My emo phase will end when i die
tomorrow
we are posting
the final chapter
of Freak Camp
[insert gif of someone screaming and running around in circles until they fall off a cliff]
*runs around screaming hysterically*
help!!
*cries* i see checkthemargins has deleted their fic from AO3 and don’t have all their fic up on their livejournal. does anyone know where i can find more of their fic or how to get into contact with them? their flu fic really, really touched me and i’d so like to read it again.
If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.
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sososososososo good
This is so freaking good. Wow.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9697358/chapters/21887693?view_adult=true
this isn’t my fic but i saw it and wanted to save it! :)
The first meme for 2017 should be all the old ones but wholesome
I’ll go first
What she says: I’m fine What she means: I love you so much and I want to declare it to the world but public extreme expressions of love short of marriage proposals are looked down upon or made fun of by society and I’m worried people are going to judge me but I’m content being by your side because there’s nothing I love more
you: I love you me, and intellectual: I love you unconditionally and the fact that I see myself as more intuitive does not change that at all, and, in fact, sometimes enhances my love for you
Did you know that I will climb nearly 90 degree angles to announce my deep love for you from the top of the highest mountains. Because I crave that affection.
Me, on a date: how do you feel about wholesome memes? My date: I love them so much as it is my deepest desire to have that kind of connection with someone Me: *pulling breadsticks out of my purse* I stole these from Olive Garden and want to share them with you
Come one guys join in on this In case you haven’t noticed this whole meme is already a wholesome version of a past meme, the “what will be the first meme of 2015” meme So this meme is a meme of itself
I came out here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so loved and supported right now.
this kind of wholesome subversion of memes looks like a lot of
fun
jewishbookwyrm: i have made a wholesome meme tumblr: you fixed a really bad trend is what you did. look at it. it’s got love and support.
are we doing loving memes? friends, we might be
“Tumblr a pit of hate and despair” factoid is incorrect. Wholesome Georg, who posts support and friendship from a cave is representative adn should be counted.
maybe the real wholesome memes were the friends we made along the way
Jared talks to Access Hollywood (video)
Tidings of Comfort and Joy . (pre-12.09 ficlet)
Dean keeps track of the days, Sam later learns. Dean has always been about exerting control over the uncontrollable. There’s peace in power.
Sam doesn’t keep track. When he was down there, years meant nothing. They were just a speck against the eternity he knew he’d spend with Lucifer.
He measures his experiences in the prison not by meals (three a day, pushed through a narrow space in the door) but by people and routines. There’s a guard who walks with what must be a bit of a limp. His second foot drags just a bit. He breathes loudly. He never speaks.
Sam’s cell is cramped but livable, but he once shared something about this size with two pissed-off archangels. Having it all to himself is a blessing.
The silence, though–nearly complete except for the times when the mouth-breathing guard comes to deliver meals–is what gets to him.
Sam tries to tell himself it’s okay, that the silence here is nothing like the years of darkness and silence in the Cage, but after what feels like weeks, he finds himself slipping. He’ll feel a breath of hot air on his shoulder and turn to see no one. He’ll hear distant laughter and footsteps that disappear as fast as they came. He’ll feel the razor-sharp edge of a blade cleaving his eyelids as he wakes from broken sleep.
He throws himself into learning when that starts happening. Dean may find comfort in control, but Sam has always found it in knowledge. The guards’ rotations. Overheard snippets of conversation. His memories of coming down here. This prison is far underground, but Sam remembers the elevator that brought him down here and the staircase beside it. He fashions escape plans. How could he get out, or get a guard to come in? How would he free Dean? (How could he find him, for that matter?) How would they deal with any obstacles?
It helps, but not for long. Soon, he finds himself slipping again, losing time. Sometimes he’ll surface from a daze to find that he’s missed two meals. He starts forgetting things, losing his routines. That’s when it gets bad.
It’s almost like Dean knows, really.
They have Dean far enough away that they haven’t been able to communicate at all, but when Sam hears several pairs of footsteps running past his door, he knows they must be going for Dean. He jerks to awareness, eyes wide, overactive brain manufacturing worst-case scenario after worst-case scenario.
Sam presses himself against the door and strains until he hears something. A voice. He could almost swear it’s Dean. Not Dean-in-pain or Dean-angry or Dean-afraid, but annoying big brother Dean belting out lyrics at the top of his lungs or shouting-at-TV-shows Dean. He breathes. His brother is okay.
Dean’s voice only increases in volume, but Sam can’t make out any words. More guards come and go, and Sam hears threats and footsteps and metal-against-metal and “Shut the fuck up!”
Dean doesn’t. Finally, the guards return, grumbling under their breath. Sam listens, trying to make out anything he can. He catches, “Persistent bastard, I’ll give him that,” and, “Merry my ass! If anyone’s merry around here, we’re not doing our jobs right!”
The guards all shuffle past his door except for Mouth Breather, who stops. Sam hears him inhale and sigh. “Look, your brother won’t shut his fucking face unless we tell you ‘Merry Christmas.’”
Sam can’t bring himself to respond. His brain goes blank. Has it really been that long? And then he relaxes against the door, warmth unfurling in his belly and spreading all the way to his fingertips. He smiles.
“You hear? I’m not saying it again.”
The warmth turns to fire, and Sam recognizes his will to fight reigniting. “Sorry I can’t return the sentiment,” he mutters, voice thready after weeks of disuse.
The guard grunts and walks right back where he came from. Sam hears him yelling something at Dean, and Dean finally quiets down.
Dinner includes gummy stuffing and slices of crappy gelatinous cranberry sauce and what might once have been turkey before it died of dehydration, but Sam eats it with relish, remembering Dean’s faint voice from earlier. He adds a mark on his mental map, bright gold and glowing: Dean. It’s where he’ll find his brother when they escape.
It’s not the merriest of Christmases he’s experienced, but it’s sure as hell not the worst. They’re both here, both alive. And they’ll get out.
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so i was reading an article about christian kane and then in the suggested articles under the ck article i saw
and all i could think of was
i was very disappointed not to see j2 in the article
do you know any christmas fics?
absolutely! happy holidays everyone ✨
i wish to melt into you - pg13; 1,700 words (wincest)
Dean takes his love to see the Northern Lights. (Invisible Boy verse by @dollylux.)
all i want for christmas - explicit; 2,200 words (wincest)
Sam gets an unexpected phone call on Christmas Eve. (Stanford-era).
follow the star wheresoever it went - explicit; 4,000 words (wincest)
Union soldier Dean Winchester gets a furlough to come home for Christmas.
long lay the world - explicit; 5,300 words (wincest)
Dean gives Sam a house for Christmas.
holly, ivy, mistletoe - explicit; 11,000 words (wincest)
It’s a week before Christmas, and Dean is at Stanford hoping for one more impossible thing.
all i want for christmas - explicit; 16,300 words (j2)
Jared might be a little bit in love with a regular customer at the coffee shop where he works.