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destielcorecore -> twesbian
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society if dean went nonverbal again after mary died the second time
Welcome to Twes! (@twesbian) Their writing is intense, from crazy crack to profound grief, we don't know whether to laugh or cry! (Usually it's both).
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Ilya Rozanov Kills the President of the United States
inspired by my dearest friend @twesbian, written for @iceouthr
Rating: E
Summary:
Shane Hollander has accepted a full-ride scholarship to attend Moscow Medical, pursuing a career in Sports Medicine. Moving to Russia, where healthcare for omegas is strictly regulated and heat suppressants are banned, necessitates finding a black market connection to obtain the medication that will allow him to survive his academic career without the interruption of his heat.
A midnight drug deal in a dirty back alley introduces him to the mysterious Rozanov, a dangerous man who meets Shane with bloody knuckles and a wild smile. The connection they form exists outside the law in more ways than one, and promises to change Shane’s life forever.
A medication mishap through an American supplier causes turmoil for Shane in several ways—something that Rozanov, or Ilya, as Shane comes to know him, is deadset on making right, one way or another.
Even if that means killing the President of the United States.
me when I've been given the go ahead to assassinate Misha Collins (48th president of the United States)
why are we even still having supernatural conventions in the big 2026 let alone attending and asking jensen ackles about destiel... i promise we all know his opinion by now like im sorry but it does feel like losing at chess to a dog
remember when jensen ackles did a promo shoot holding a 'it's a guy thing' sign and someone seamlessly edited it to be 'it's a gay thing'. like you couldn't even tell it was edited it was almost like. that's what he was going for all along . anyway btw i love metaphors and allegories and the inescapable nature of fate,
omg. u don't say
traumacore edit about my mutual in law who doesn’t follow me
the thing about supernatural. is it will have you saying dean for gods sake look at the road
you are going to crash that car
15x06 Golden Time
I need to make something really elaborate and cool (doesn't move
loved by an angel
it's a cold day at the workshop. misha only has 3 fingers left on each hand from the frostbite, jared died a long time ago from being jared (tragically). the lights don't work anymore, the building is collapsing, but misha has a job to finish. it's not long now
he takes the leather pounder to jensen's ass, stamping in the last few stitches as he lets out a berated sigh. it's done.
he pulls the jeans from the wooden table. the jeankles. jensen smiles up at misha, "you did it. this is my final form, now put me on. you deserve it,"
jensen's jeans form graciously around misha's thick metal hips, almost solidifying into his skin. he does up the zipper and he feels warmth for the first time in years. he dies peacefully as jeankles absorbs his life energy. he's perfect now.
How to Write When You Don't Feel Like Yourself
There are going to be days (or weeks, or months) where you sit down to write and feel... disconnected. From your voice, from your characters, from your ideas. Like the person who used to write your stories just packed up and left.
They didn't. They're just tired. Here's how to keep writing anyway:
Lower the bar (Until it's on the floor) You are not here to write something brilliant. You are here to write something. A paragraph. A sentence. A single line of dialogue. Movement matters way more than quality.
Write around the story Don't force it. If you can't write the scene, try: ⋆ A character ramble / journal entry ⋆ A conversation that won't be included in the final draft ⋆ A list of things the character would never admit out loud ⋆ A messy summary of what should happen Engage with the story from a different angle.
Borrow a voice until yours comes back No, not with AI. Read something that feels close to what you want to write, or watch a scene that captures the tone, then write immediately after. Not to copy, to reignite your instincts.
Write the emotion, not the plot. What is your character feeling in this moment? What are they afraid of? What do they want but won't say? What's being kept from them? The emotion leads, the plot catches up later.
Stop trying to "feel like a writer" first. You don't write when you feel like a writer. You feel like a writer because you write.
You are still a writer, even on the days it feels distant. Especially then.