My favorite superhero would be Black Widow!!
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My favorite superhero would be Black Widow!!
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You know what? Screw you and your stupid amazing writing. I should take the knife that you have dug into my heart with your amazing stories and stab you with it. Let you feel how it feels to have a knife repeatedly stabbed in too your chest. But seriously, "The Man I Loved Most" completely broke what little heart I have left and shattered my soul. So thanks for that. And I thought in had forgotten what it feels like to feel.
Ah, yes, the highest of compliments.
I love you, Dear, thank you so much for reading it and I, too, have a teeny tiny, stone cold heart and I apologize for causing you discomfort by bringing up those pesky feelings. So come at me, come at me with that knife I stabbed into you and try to jab it back at me because I will only laugh maniacally because I am a level of evil you will never be able to obtain. Never.
Never.
Read The Man I Loved Most and join this party of stabbing.
ANNOUNCEMENT!
Hey guys! THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT STOP SCROLLING. I'm starting school on Wednesday, and I have 17 ships in my inbox as of right now. Seventeen! You guys are awesome! But, I'm taking all honors, and my electives are strict too. SHIPS ARE CLOSED!! Sorry! I'm swamped in them, though, and they'll be open again soon, promise! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Seeing as I only have 2 requests left to do, they're open for whatever your heart desires! Oh! And look out for a new series by winchesterwhisper and I! It'll be out soon and we'll be working together! Yay!
I have got to say that I love your blog. (Love it!) But I was wondering if I could join your supernatural family? I noticed that you didn't have Demon Dean on the list and I would love to be him (I mean, if you don't mind).
Yeah, no problem! Added you! :)
Okay, so I got your response and I understand what you are saying about taking a fic and just changing a few words and I really do but I was wondering if there was anyway that we could work this out to where I could continue to do these and you not hate me for doing them. I mean I really do love the idea and I would love to keep writing them
I truly do not think that two people should be doing postcards- we’ll just flood them out. What if you did emails from Sam or Dean? It’s the same idea, but not exactly the same thing. Good compromise?
Where are you watching the panel. I can't seem to find where to watch it anywhere
I’m not watching the panel, ‘cause you can’t..... #crying
I would like to thank you for having drawn me into the black hole that you call your writing. Once I started reading, I can't stop and now it's like three in the morning and I've read everything that you wrote and I have no idea what I should do. Should I sleep? Should I reread everything you wrote? Who knows.
Well, my friends would say “sleep is for the weak”, but I happen to like sleep very much, especially since I dream practially every night (my sister claims this is a bad thing, but I don’t care). I always have to look at how my day is gonna be and decide whether or not I think I can wait to read/write later, and then sometimes I just give a ye old “screw it” and just go for the gold. If I decide I need to nap, I will always find the time later.
I’m actually in the same boat as you, sort of. It’s about 2am here, but I’m starting to get all droopy-eyed as I type this so I think that’s sleep taking the upper hand. You do you, though, just remember that naps are a wonderful thing.
Hi, I would love to have a ship if it's not too much of a hassle for you. I would love for it to be one of the guys from the show. My name is Anna Claire. Um, I'm 5'10', long brown hair, hazel eyes that change color in different lighting. Not sure what else you need but I will say that I am on of the most sarcastic people you will ever meet. I have a dry sense of humor. I love to write and read. Thanks for your consideration and I love your blog.
Hey there Anna Claire! Fun fact: Maincharacter in my first story was named Anna.
I ship you with Sam!
‘ ˝Oh look. Bookworm behind her booksagain. ˝ Sam walked into your room, winking at you.
˝You, Sam Winchester, are my idol. That’swhy I read all the time. ˝ you rolled your eyes, but smiled at your crush.˝What do you want Mr. Winchester? ˝
Sam walked to you, taking a seat on thebed. His hand brushed yours, sending tingly feeling through your hand. You heartskipped a beat when he took your hand in his and started playing with yourfingers. It wasn’t something unusual, but still your heart and brains went wildwhen he did this.
˝Dean went to visit Bobby and I’m bored.Hang out with me, please! ˝ he whined, looking you straight in the eyes.
You could swear that he knows what he’sdoing. He definitely knew that he’s driving you mad like this. Your mouth weredry out of the sudden and you were unable to answer. That men’s gonna be thedeath of you.
˝Anna Claire everything OK? ˝ he asked, butdidn’t move his eyes, not even for a second.
˝Wha… yes every… I mean I am… ˝ you wereunable to tell a simple sentence.
Sam narrowed his eyebrows. ˝You look kindof nervous. What’s wrong? ˝
That’s when you noticed a smile he wastrying to hide. That bastard knew what he was doing. He totally knew it.
˝Your cheeks are turning red. I’m worriedabout you… ˝ he said innocently.
Then when you were least expecting, hecrashed his lips against yours. For a second you didn’t react, trying to figureout what the hell is happening. After that, you kissed Sam back. He cupped theback of your head, deepening the kiss.
˝You’re cute when you don’t know what tosay. ˝ he chuckled and pressed his lips against yours once more. ’
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