Sille's World Of Writing

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[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[hi-yibo]

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[sillesworldofwriting]

Why does is say "Mitarbeiter" (german for staff) on his west. I'm confused 🤣

[sillesworldofwriting]

Title: To Be a Good Person

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1437

Challenge: Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline )

Quote: “Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important.”

Pairing: Eddie x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Anxiety Attack, mental health issues

Author’s Note: So this is the first story I’ve written in months. The situation described is something that happened to me a few weeks ago (minus the call from Eddie) as my mental health was acting up. So please heed the warning. This story is not yet betad so I apologize for any and all mistakes. They are all mine.

You pulled the door closed behind you after you entered your flat, the keys landing on the shoe cabinet right in front of you. Making your way into our kitchen you threw the letter you pulled out of your mailbox just before you entered the apartment complex onto the table, while putting your backpack on a chair right next to it.

A sigh left your lips as you rubbed your hand over your face. You felt like crying and you were glad that the day was as good as over now. Having an exam was really taxing especially when you didn’t sleep at all the night before. But it was the last exam at least. A small light at the tunnel.

After hanging your jacket over the chair where your backpack was lying and kicking your boots into the hallway you grabbed the letter again. You already could tell that it was from your dermatologist where you had an appointment for a skin exam two weeks ago. But you couldn’t figure out why they would send you a letter.

You took a short letter out of the envelope and with it came also an invoice over 30$. Apparently your insurance didn’t cover the skin exam so you needed to pay it yourself. It was only 30$ but you broke out in tears nevertheless. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t slept the night before or that all the stress from the exam was finally falling away but it had you sobbing nonetheless. Your bad conscience also played a factor in it.

The letter dropped from your hands as you tried to calm yourself down by pressing them to your face. You hated this. It was not normal to break down in tears over an invoice. Even if you were tired as hell and your mind was playing tricks again regarding what happened at the supermarket a few minutes ago.

An elderly women didn’t have enough money to buy all her groceries so she needed to give something back. Since you had your headphones in you didn’t know what was going on just that the women held up the line for quite a while already. After you finally registered what was going on you thought about just buying the groceries for her but you couldn’t make up your might until it was to late. One of the employees took away the milk product while the cashier put every other product behind her.

When it was your turn you bought your groceries yout told the cashier to give you the ones the elderly women left behind too while you kept and eye on her to make sure she wasn’t leaving the supermarket. The cashier thanked you more than ones as you payed.

The elderly women didn’t want to accept the groceries from you or wanted to pay you back at least but you said that it was finde and she should just enjoy them. After that you left the supermarket. All the way home your mind was telling you that you didn’t do enough. You should have bought her all her groceries and not just a few. You should have made up your mind sooner.

All these thoughts were swirling inside your hand. Combined with the stress from the exam and sleep deprivation you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Suddenly your phone began to ring. Still sobbing yout took it out of your backpocket. Eddie was calling you. You swallowed, trying to compose yourself long enough to answer because you knew that he would come over to your apartment. Especially because he knew that you had your last exam today. He probably wanted to celebrate. But Eddie coming over was the last thing you needed right now. Even though you kind of wanted someone to hold you, you couldn’t let him see you like this. No one was allowed to see you like this.

Your phone stopped ringing as you searched for a tissue to blow your nose. After wishing the rest of the tears from your face you called your best friend back.

“Hey there sunshine!”, Eddie greeted you cheerfully. Despite your emotional state you smiled. It was always good to hear his voice.

“Hey Eddie,” you answered.

“How was your exam? I’m sure you aced it, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you replied, tears coming to your eyes again at the thought of your exam. “It was really hard and the question didn’t make sense at all. And I didn’t sleep last night so…”

“Nah! I’m sure you still passed! You were learning so hard!” he dismissed your concern. “But what did you mean you didn’t sleep last night? Not at all?”

“Yeah. My mind wouldn’t shut up.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have kept you company? Or come over? My apartment is just next door.”

You closed your eyes at his words. The thought crossed your mind as it got later and later last night. Eddie holding you would have gotten you to sleep right away like always. But at the end you didn’t do it because you didn’t want to burden him with your problems even if it was just not being able to sleep.

“You had a big day today. Maybe next time. How was the interview by the way?” you tried to change the subject.

“Drop the maybe and we’re good,” Eddie said. “And the interview was good. Next time this year I’m going to have a pulitzer. Gonna build it a shrine and everything.”

Despite still feeling awful you still had to laugh at that. “I can see you actually do that,” you chuckled.

“Of course. That award deserve a shrine. I have the design already mapped out.”

“Over confident much?”

“Naturally. There is nothing in this world which is going to top the article I’m going to write about this interview. Just wait and see.”

“Oh I will wait and see, don’t worry. I even promise to make you your favorite if you do win the Pulitzer.”

“I think that award deserve more then a dinner, don’t you think?” Eddie asked. You could hear the grin on his face through the phone which made you chuckle again.

“I’ll make you my famous cake too,” you answered.

“That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, quite pleased with himself. “But seriously this time Y/N. How was your exam?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it. The one today was so confusing that I wanted to hand it over without trying to answer anything. But I didn’t and I was able to write something to every question. But who knows it that will actually be enough to pass.”

“I’m sure. You need to have 51%, don’t you? I’m sure you got that somehow.”

“Your words in god's ear,” you breathed into the phone as tears sprang into your eyes again. Just thinking about the results of your exam made you anxious again. And your bad councis about the women at the supermarket came back in full force making you sob.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked. “What is it?”

You tried to suppress the tears long enough to answer him that everything was alright but you just couldn’t. The next thing you know was that you bawled your eyes out and told him everything that was burdened you including the supermarket story.

“I just want to be a good person,” you sniffed after you finally calmed yourself down.

““Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important,” he answered in a caring voice. “You need to be true to yourself and the Y/N I know is not selfish or any of the other things yut just told me. She is one of the most caring people I know. I mean look how we met.”

The thought about your first meeting almost a year ago made you laugh, while wiping the rest of the tears from your face.

“There it is,” Eddie said. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Knew that would make you laugh.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, grinning and already feeling better. Letting it all out helped wonders.

“Tell you what,” Eddie began. “How about you order us some pizza, I come over and we’re going to have a lazy night until we both fall asleep to those actions films you like to watch so much?”

“I’d like that,” you answered.

“Great! I take my usual with-”

“-extra cheese.” you interrupted him.

“You just know me too well. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

[until-theend-oftheline]

Challenge Reminder

Tuesday the 2nd is the last day of my Tom Hardy writing challenge. If you want to make the masterlist make sure your fic appears in this doc before then

Tagging the people that signed up and I still haven’t seen a fic from:

@erak-w (I think i remember you changing your url but I can’t remember to what!), @marvelgirl7 @sillesworldofwriting @seeingthestarsmakesmedream 

[sillesworldofwriting]

I'm still in the writing process but I'll definitely post on time!

[queereyefabfive]

I forgot that my favorite part about Queer Eye is when they first get to someone’s house and they’re all commenting on some aspect of that person’s life and then it just cuts to clips of Antoni digging through the fridge and either making faces of disgust or confusion

[captainmarvall]

this is the most powerful picture I’ve ever seen

[vulpesarctica]

the sheer unfettered energy of this image just added 5 years to my life

[mynameisbucky]

bitchmetoothefuck.mp4

[angryschnauzer]

James Corden is my spirit animal

[sillesworldofwriting]

@like-a-bag-of-potatoes

[whichwayisthebeach-seabass]

James Buchanan Barnes has a total of 46 minutes of screen time in the mcu and I just feel like marvel isn’t trying hard enough. My ass needs triple the content pls and ty

[the-winchester-brothers-deactiv]

the fuck you mean to tell me this entire fandom is built on like 46 minutes??

[whichwayisthebeach-seabass]

yes

[fasole-dulce]

The power of Sebastian Stan

[sillesworldofwriting]

@like-a-bag-of-potatoes

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Light Up His World

Pairing: Destiel

Warnings: Nervous, flustered Dean. Cas being Cas.    

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: This is written for @julesthequirky challenge - thank you for giving me a few extra days darling. My prompt was Glee - Light Up the World

Betaed by: My sweet amazing little sis - @mysupernaturalfics

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Dean was nervous. It wasn’t like him to be nervous, at least not this kind. The “I am not sure I am gonna be alive tomorrow” nervous, sure, but this was something else entirely.

It’s weird how you can be so sure of something and still have a feeling it’s gonna blow up in your face. That’s how Dean was feeling. He was risking it all for a chance of happiness. The thing was he didn’t get to be happy. He was a hunter and even worse a Winchester. Happy came in glimpses, it wasn’t lasting and pure. This could be. So Dean was nervous. Hell, he was beyond nervous. He was downright terrified.

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[sillesworldofwriting]

This was so cute. I love nervous Dean!

[hwob-deactivated20190729]

this still makes my heart LEAP

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ONG HAVE YOU HEARD??!??? SEBASTIAN STAN IS COMING TO JIBCON 😩😩 and I don’t have a ticket omg. ALL THE BEST PEOPLE TOGETHER IN ONE PLACE 💔💔💔💔💔

See I heard that but then got confused cause I always thought Jib was a SPN con?

[sillesworldofwriting]

Sebastian is coming to Rome but for Jibland not JIB^^. Jibland is a multifandom convention which takes place on Wednesday and thursday before JIB.

[moshiishii-deactivated20200509]

Inktober #11: Premiere

I didn’t really know what to draw for today’s prompt so here’s a quick sparkly Michael/Deano 

@winchester-reload

[wikketkrikket]

So you know this scene...

I always found it a bit odd. Hilarious, but it raised too many questions. When did Steve make these? Why did Steve make these? How did he manage to be so cheesy and overly sincere knowing how much crap he would get from the other Avengers for it?

Well, today my sister told me her headcanon. Picture the scene. Steve leans on the back of a chair, as above. Peter immediately launches into ‘So, you got detention…’. Cap blinks. Peter awkwardly tries to explain. It turns out Cap has no idea what videos he means, and neither do any of the other Avengers.

So they get in touch with the company who made them, and they swear blind that it was really the real Captain America, and that it all his idea. That he came in and said how much he wanted to help the youth of today.And the Avengers all lose it because someone is running around doing an unbelievably good impression of Captain America, they could have destroyed his reputation, they could have infiltrated the Avengers; and instead all they are apparently using it for is to make silly, embarrassing videos.

It’s completely baffling. Who could possibly be behind it all?

A mystery.

[woncheolisms]

Headcanon 100% accepted

[sillesworldofwriting]

I Miss Him

Title: I miss him

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 603

Challenge: SPN Poly Bingo

Square: Gabriel, Sam, Lucifer

Pairing: Gabriel x Sam x Lucifer

Warnings: Alive!Gabriel, mention of torture, mention of the cage, mention of Michael

Author’s Note: So I know it’s been ages since I posted something here. This was sitting in my folders waiting to be posted so here you go, guys. Even so, the polybingo is over. Thanks for Beta-reading @tngrayson.

Gabriel could feel Sam’s distress from miles away.

“Nightmare. Again,” he muttered to himself, sighing as he looked down the Grand Canyon. It was not that he was annoyed by Sam’s nightmares. He was annoyed by the fact that he had them at all, and he hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything to help. Applying is mojo on his boyfriend’s mind only helped so much and he wasn’t able to do it often in fear he of further breaking it.

“On my way, kiddo,” Gabriel murmured, spreading his wings and disappearing from the Grand Canyon in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, he appeared in the motel room Dean and Sam were sharing, his gaze immediately seeking out his boyfriend on the bed farest away from the door.

“Ah hell,” he whispered as he saw the distress on Sam’s face and the way his eyes moved rapidly under his eyelids.He didn’t make a sound. Like always.

Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, his hand running through Sam’s hair in an attempt to calm him down.

“It’s alright, Sam. I’m here know. I’m sorry I took so long,” he said in a soothing voice. “Come on, kiddo. Wake up.”

It took a few minutes of Gabriel stroking Sam’s hair and murmuring calming words but the taller man finally calmed down and woke up.

“Gabe,” Sam whispered with a hoarse voice after his eyes found his. “You’re here.”

“And I always will be, kiddo,” replied the archangel, smiling softly.

Sam reciprocated it, albeit a bit weakly, but he was just glad that he did at all.

“Wanna talk about it?” Gabriel asked, slipping under the blanket with Sam to take him in his arms.

“Just the same dream I always have. I’m always burning, crying out for Lucifer to help me and him being powerless to do anything against Michael,” he answered, sighing as he snuggled against the angel.

Gabriel said nothing. He just stroked Sam’s back in a soothing manner, waiting for him to continue.

“Sometimes it was like that you know? Sometimes Lucifer was trapped by the cage and could only watch as your brother tutored me. Michael was always so angry,” Sam explained further. “Other times, I remember Lucifer embracing me with his arms and wings. I remember the light and the soothing warmth he always radiated. It gave me hope. Maybe someday we would escape the cage together and finally be free to reunite with you.”

“You are free, Sam,” Gabriel said, kissing his forehead. “And I’m here.”

“But Lucifer isn’t. He’s still in the cage with Michael. He’s alone and suffering!”

“I know,” the angel whispered. “I wish every second of everyday that I could do something to help him, but I can’t. I’m sorry.” The cage was made impenetrable after Sam got out, even for an archangel. It hurt that he could do nothing for his brother.

“It’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize,” Sam responded softly, planting a kiss on Gabriel’s cheek.

They lay there in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

“I miss him,” Sam’s voice broke the stillness in the room.

“Me too,” Gabriel answered, hugging him tighter to him. “One day, we’ll have him back with us. I promise.”

“I hope that day will come sooner rather than later.”

“Maybe it will come quicker than we think,” Gabriel said, his eyes going upwards.

“Please father, bring him back to us. Lucifer doesn’t deserve to trapped in the cage forever. Hasn’t he suffered enough? Please. I beg you. We need him with us.”

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[rivalwrites]

I think the best piece of character design advice I ever received was actually from a band leadership camp I attended in june of 2017. 

the speaker there gave lots of advice for leaders—obviously, it was a leadership camp—but his saying about personality flaws struck me as useful for writers too. 

he said to us all “your curses are your blessings and your blessings are your curses” and went on to explain how because he was such a great speaker, it made him a terrible listener. he could give speeches for hours on end and inspire thousands of people, but as soon as someone wanted to talk to him one on one or vent to him, he struggled with it. 

he had us write down our greatest weakness and relate it to our biggest strength (mine being that I am far too emotional, but I’m gentle with others because I can understand their emotions), and the whole time people are sharing theirs, my mind was running wild with all my characters and their flaws.

previously, I had added flaws as an after thought, as in “this character seems too perfect. how can I make them not-like-that?” but that’s not how people or personalities work. for every human alive, their flaws and their strengths are directly related to each other. you can’t have one without the other.

is your character strong-willed? that can easily turn into stubbornness. is your character compassionate? maybe they give too many chances. are they loyal? then they’ll destroy the world for the people they love.

it works the other way around too: maybe your villain only hates the protagonist’s people because they love their own and just have a twisted sense of how to protect them. maybe your antagonist is arrogant, but they’ll be confident in everything they do.

tl;dr “your curses are your blessings, and your blessings are your curses” there is no such thing as a character flaw, just a strength that has been stretched too far.

[mareebrittenford]

This is such a fabulous flip side of what I’ve always known about villians. That their biggest weakness is that they always assume their own motivations are the motives of others.

[sawyersscribbles]

This is brilliant!!

[imperiuswrecked]

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.