Thank you to everyone who participated this year. There was a total of 295 fics submitted across the tropes which is so great to see the number up higher again! Please remember to comment and kudos on the fics you read!
Happy Reading!
Day 1 | Coming Out Fic
Day 2 | Meet Cute
Day 3 | First Responder AU
Day 4 | College AU
Day 5 | Crack/Humour
Day 6 | Western/Cowboy/Ranch
Day 7 | Childhood Friends
Day 8 | Drunken Confessions
Day 9 | Time Travel AU
Day 10 | Secret Dating
Day 11 | Two Person Love Triangle
Day 12 | First kiss
Day 13 | Coffeeshop AU
Day 14 | Sam Ships It
Day 15 | BDSM
Day 16 | Roommates
Day 17 | Bed Sharing
Day 18 | Domestic
Day 19 | Canon Compliant
Day 20 | Enemies to Lovers
Day 21 | Omegaverse
Day 22 | Soulmate
Day 23 | Case Fic
Day 24 | Everyone Knows But Them
Day 25 | Fix-it
Day 26 | Hurt/Comfort and Whump
Day 27 | Slow Burn
Day 28 | Mutual Pining
Day 29 | Fake Dating
Day 30 | Wing Fic
Day 31 | Friends to Lovers
I love that cas’ autistic energy is so endearing to everyone. eileen loves him, mary called him one of her boys, sam is always grinning at him, meg was IN love with him, rowena calls him tweety-bird, bobby adopted him and treated him as a son immediately, claire loves him and created a weird father-daughter relationship with him (even though he is wearing her dead father’s body #ripjimmynovak), jody and charlie and kevin and jo and ellen all liked him. and obviously, most of all, dean, who met him once and decided he wanted him around forever.
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
🧱 Every share gives our story a voice.
🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
adhd executive dysfunction sucks bcuz im just sitting there and my brain is like
YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME
no work done no rest gained. literally no point of this at all
(to everyone who reblogged, donate and share @olagaza's initiative!)
Man ive been on tumblr since I was in middle/high school and now I'm one year post grad, I want to be more creative so maybe I'll start posting again...if anyone is still here, hope you enjoy :)
...Looks like Naomi's gotta go reset the brainwashing screwdriver again.
I'm almost positive someone has done this before (and loads better), but it's all I could think about during my recent Ignore-Reality-And-Watch-TV-Season 8 rewatch. To be fair, there are so many K-words. Cas could easily get confused with so many Deans around.
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