#backinwyoming

[crystalfeathers]

should I bring back the magician!cas au for this evening cause I have some ideas

[storybooksam]

I’ve created a new main blog because I wanted to have a better system of organization and I just didn’t see a way to do it with this blog because it’s been active so long. I also wanted to just have a little more focus on some non-fandomy things. Anyway, you can find me at @empathyvevo. You’re all great and I hope to continue interacting with you over there! I’m probably not gonna delete this blog, at least not for awhile, but it will be inactive aside from the occasional reblogging of this post.

[storybooksam]

It’s a perfect winter day, Jess thought as she shifted inside the pile of blankets wrapped around her. It’s like we’re in a movie, but better. Though she and Sam loved sleeping in the same bed, cuddling close and kissing each others’ foreheads, holding hands as they drifted off into the darkness of dreamland, Jess was a blanket hog and they were both incredibly aware of the fact. Knowing such, they’d recently decided to have separate blankets for the pair of them- Jess’ idea, and it had worked out brilliant, if she did say herself. Of course, it wasn’t like it was terribly cold outside. The air was slightly chillier, the wind was a little stronger, but that was about it. Jess occasionally found herself needing her Stanford hoodie, or, if hers was lost, Sam’s. Cold in California wasn’t like cold anywhere else, though. In all honesty, she didn’t need that many blankets, but she liked the feeling of having them all wrapped around her.

Jess squinted her eyes open to look out the window. The sun was bursting through the glass, making shining, dancing shapes on the wall, and she wondered how she’d still been asleep, or how Sam was still asleep; it was that bright. 

Jess stayed like that for awhile, holding her hoard of blankets close to her chest and ignoring the tingling in her foot that told her it was asleep. Hand resting on Sam’s shoulder. Looking out the window. What a perfect morning.

It helped that it was her birthday. She wasn’t big on parties or fancy gifts or big, obvious forms of celebration, really. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her birthday; it was a nice thing to celebrate, she’d always thought so, but she liked to keep things simple. Quiet. When she was a teenager she’d have a couple of friends over for a sleepover. In recent years, she’d gotten her nails done with friends, had cupcakes while marathoning Harry Potter, or played board games until an unreasonable hour. But this year, she’d decided she wanted to spend the day in with Sam. Sam understood her thing about birthdays better than anyone she’d ever tried to explain it to. She got the feeling that he rather didn’t like his own birthday much, but when she’d brought it up he’d answered with some slightly self-deprecating answer or another and laughed, brushing it off. Jess hadn’t pushed; she was fuzzy on the details, but she knew that Sam hadn’t had the best home life before coming to Stanford. If he didn’t want to talk about it, she certainly wouldn’t make him.

Lost in her thoughts, Jess hadn’t noticed Sam had woken until he kissed her hand and whispered, “Happy birthday,” to which she gave a small smile.

“Thanks. The sky is so pretty this morning.”

“Yeah. What do you want to do today?” he asked, a yawn setting in as he finished. “Anything in particular?”

Jess had been thinking about it, knowing, like the awesome boyfriend he was, Sam would ask that. But to be honest, this was perfect. Lying in bed, whispering quietly, not having to think about the world outside except to ponder whether the clouds in the sky looked more like a rabbit or a wolf. “I don’t know. I’d kind of just like to spend the morning in bed.”

“Okay,” Sam said, and a moment later there was rustling and Sam stood up, pulling away from her and shrugging his jacket on. 

“I kind of wanted you to stay with me,” she ventured shlyly, beneath a sheet of cheerful yellow hair. Sam smiled. “I won’t be gone thirty minutes, I just want to get you a breakfast in bed.”

Jess couldn’t help but snort a little at that. The gesture was sweet, but...

“Sam, I love you, but you’re a shitty cook.”

After a brief moment where Sam pretended to be very offended, he explained that he was picking up food from a diner that she loved.

“Can you get the french toast?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Of course, m’lady,” he bowed and she laughed so loud, she was sure the neighbors could hear. Sam left and Jess laid back again, closing her eyes and entering a world that was half awake, careful, pensive thought and half dream-like sequences and ideas. What a great boyfriend. What a perfect day.

[glitter-lisp]

hello friend. 23, 24, and 25 ^-^'

Already answered 23!

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Um... mostly I just bullshit my way through things, because I figure if I don’t know a lot about it, what’s the likelihood my audience will? I do tend to do some cursory research, but I wouldn’t call myself an expert about anything that I wasn’t already. I know a lot of weird, disturbing things that I’ve used in stories, but most of them I already knew.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

(From a longer piece I wrote in high school, in which I was given the prompt “There were so many reasons I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning” and turned it into a little boy dying, from his sister’s point of view)

Greta’s the only one there when the door opens and a doctor walks out, looking sick and exhausted, with red eyes and her hair pulled back tight. Greta hugs her knees to her chest and looks up at the doctor, who looks back at her and doesn’t say anything.

Finally, the doctor asks, “Is your mom around, sweetie?”

Greta hugs her knees even tighter, feeling her fingertips dig in. “Germaine took her to get coffee.”

“Oh.”

Greta and the doctor look at each other silently. They both know what happened. They don’t need to say it out loud.

Down the hall, she can hear someone’s heart monitor. Beep, beep, beep.

She hates that sound.

[glitter-lisp]

18 and 32 :3

18:tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

um... one time this summer i told my campers to “make mama love ya” and it was brought up daily for two weeks and i one the “make mama love ya” award at the end-of-summer banquet

32:tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

my friends and i are good sensible people who go to bed before three. most of the shenanigans happen before two. after two, we’re generally dead. granted i haven’t been around friends late at night recently (camp doesn’t count because you fall asleep at ELEVEN damn it or you’ll be fucking dead the next day)

[glitter-lisp]

@backinwyoming has a quality blog

[crystalfeathers]

backinwyoming replied to your post:

this song has a chorus that gives me such sastiel...

why… like……………….. why would you….. why would you do this to me

because i can’t suffer this song alone

[crystalfeathers]

sastiel normal au with magician!cas who notices sam in the audience several times. sam waits outside his changing room to ask for his autograph (maybe with a slight blush on his cheeks but he will act nonchalantly and cool dammit) 

they stand there and talk about magic for a while, and cas ends up asking sam out for a drink to get to know him better

they eventually end up at sam’s place making out hot and heavy and sam tugs at castiel’s sleeve bc the clothes really need to go in his opinion but then there’s a sudden flurry of something soft and moving

and castiel opens his eyes at sam’s confused squeak and cas??? is that a fucking dove??? 

when castiel’s done laughing through sam’s how do you even forget a dove in your jacket he kisses him on the cheek and says a magician never reveals his secrets, or when he has fucked up