do you ever read headcanons or fanfiction and you’re like “this is really cute but also very out of character”



This has been a PSA.

I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.



This has been a PSA.

I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.


Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #59

Some things are not meant to happen.

Today, I thought I’d finally take my revenge on Gadreel, that I’d get a chance to make him pay, blow after blow, for what he’s done, but now I’ll have to wait. The son of a bitch suddenly became a valuable bargaining chip in a deal set by Metatron himself and unfortunately, it was an offer we couldn’t refuse: Gadreel’s life against Castiel’s. I wasn’t keen on letting the angel go but between revenge and friendship, the choice was quickly made.

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but what if on the last ever episode of supernatural we come full circle and dean carries sam’s corpse out of a fire


Sammy. Oh, God, Sammy…

Once again, the Winchesters had done the world a massive favor: they’d closed the gates of…


*1/4 through a fanfic* wait i’ve read this before

*2/4 through a fanfic* lol no i haven’t wtf is hapenning

* 3/4 through  fanfic* OMG I’VE READ THIS BEFORE


fanfiction should be taken a lot more seriously as literature. True, some of it isn’t really excellent writing and some is just smut but let me tell you i have read some fics that are beautifully well done and turned my life upside down and legitimately gave me feelings for days and if that’s not real literature then what is


Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #47

The last present Jess offered me before she died was Jonathan Safran Foer’s book, Everything is Illuminated.  More than the journey through Ukraine or the amazing depiction of a young man’s quest to find his origins, I was struck by one particular sentence: “One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.”

Never has an author been so accurate about describing my family, or what’s left of it anyway. It’s as if Foer had foreshadowed in these couple of lines my brother’s behavior the last few months _or should I say years?

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Second Reverse Bang piece! Keeping this under wraps was so harddd! ;u;
Title: Need A Hand, Clarence?Author: Riley ♥ aka misha_anonSummary: Castiel is certain his story is at its end when he’s cornered in a wet alley by angels looking for retribution for their fall from Heaven. A familiar face shows up in the nick of time to rescue him from his attackers and just so happens to take the stray former angel home for a little TLC. Masterpost: X


Second Reverse Bang piece! Keeping this under wraps was so harddd! ;u;

Title: Need A Hand, Clarence?
Author: Riley ♥ aka misha_anon
Summary: Castiel is certain his story is at its end when he’s cornered in a wet alley by angels looking for retribution for their fall from Heaven. A familiar face shows up in the nick of time to rescue him from his attackers and just so happens to take the stray former angel home for a little TLC. 
Masterpost: X


Finally, all of my long-overdue Sastiel Big Bang 2013 stuff!

Title: I Was Afraid When I Met You
Rating: M
Author: apentomyhead (tumblr) 
Word Count: 44,429
Summary: Sam, a second year pre-Law student at Stanford, meets a strange but interesting guy at ‘Party Man’ Gabriel’s house party, and decides he wants to get to know him more. Castiel is a Media & Film studies major whose passion for movies is nearly overwhelming. They’re an unlikely pair with an unlikely relationship. After revealing something he’s kept hidden from Sam, Castiel has a deep fear of rejection but Sam is determined to make it work.
Fic: AO3
Art: LJ Masterpost
Accompanying fanmix: 8tracks

I am honestly a holy terror of an artist to work on for such a long-term project, so major props and thanks to the wonderful Emily for being so patient—I was really late with getting all these done. It was my first Big Bang and you made it amazing— this fic has a very special place in my heart as an asexual, and I think you really hit the nail on the head with Cas’s struggles. I sincerely hope that my art is close to what you envisioned!


what if before that promo, sam shuts down so completely he doesn’t even eat.

he just shuts himself in his room, hoping death with show up to keep his end of the bargain, hoping if he waits long enough he’ll just wither away.

and cas gets so scared. he sits at the door with a plate of food in his hands, begging through the crack for sam to let him in (sam put anti-angel wards all over his room - it’s not that he doesn’t trust castiel, it’s just that he’s not sure how trust works anymore). when the begging doesn’t work, cas just sits outside, long after the food has gotten cold, and talks.

he talks about mythology, anthropology, miracles and tragedies that he was alive to witness, watching the molecules and atoms form the universe’s first star - anything to make sam interested in living again. then, he talks about sam. about this boy who was supposed to ruin the world, but instead he saved it. this world wasn’t worth his soul, not a fraction of it, but this boy gave it anyway, and he still gives it every day. he needs to understand, castiel thinks, that he is precious. and cas doesn’t care how long it takes - even if sam’s soul has passed on and he still doesn’t believe, castiel will still try and make him understand how he wasn’t a blight on this universe, but a star.

after a few days, sam finally cracks open the door.

castiel still gives him those big, worried eyes whenever he hands sam food, no matter how small the meal. sam always eats in front of cas now, to dispel his worry. sam feels guilty for making him worry like that, but at the same time, he thinks this might be what being loved feels like. he thought he’d forgotten.




AU where John Winchester loved his boys just a little bit less and put them up for adoption and they were raised in a healthy, functional home.


They’re good boys. Mischievous, too smart for their own good, scrappy, practically attached at the hip, but good boys. Dean had a hard time adjusting at first, nonverbal and nightmare-ridden from post-traumatic stress, prone to panic attacks when alone, but their adopted parents found the best child psychiatrist they could afford and in time he began to heal, began to break out of his shell. Even when he wasn’t talking his empathy was remarkable, and as he’s grown a whip-smart analytical intellect developed to supplement it.

Dean remembers their birth parents like looming figures seen through smoke, but Sam, Sam grew up in this life, and their adoptive family is the only one he’s ever known. He has a rebellious streak a mile wide and it frustrates no one in the world more than it does Dean (still prone to hovering over or trailing behind him with a dreamlike missive ringing in his ears like the last audible echoes of a scream – Look out for Sammy), but he’s smart and strong and driven, independent and devoted all at once. He has these fits at times, though, and Dr Margaret (now the family psychiatrist) calls them rage attacks but they feel like blisters of thick oil growing and bursting inside him from gut to teeth. Over time he learns to swallow them down til he can go somewhere quiet, like the creek where the brothers chased frogs barefoot and shot BBs at old cans, to give in to the festering dark where he can’t hurt anyone else. Everyone knows sweet, sweet Sammy is the one with the temper. It gets chalked up to adolescence but he knows damned well it’s always been this way and probably always will.

They love to spar. Dean’s fondness of sports shooting tapers off in favour of wrestling and team sports (he loves the rush and competition but not so much the hurting-people part), while Sam is kind of scary good at Krav Maga once he finds a trainer for it (the discipline does him good).

At eighteen Dean is buried in scholarship offers – engineering, business, sports, he has heart and brains and beauty enough that the sky’s the limit – but passes up the Big Important Offers for the chance to stay in town close to home. Maybe he’ll do MIT later on but he just wants to stretch out his time close to family as long as he can. That’s where he’s happy. That’s where he’s safe.

(And, Sam suspects, it might also have something to do with wanting to stay near that one friend he’s been so close to since junior high. He’s been placing bets with himself on when his brother will nut up and ask the guy out for years.)

He takes a summer job as a volunteer firefighter. He has a panic attack the first time he has to go in. Even though Dean’s too old to see Dr Margaret as a patient she helps him through it, helps him overcome, but he decides discretion is the better part of valour. The family supports him in quitting as much as they did when he took the job: “You already saved me from the fire,” Sam tells him, “you don’t have to prove anything.”

Two years later Sam cashes in on his bet. Mom and Dad are a little shocked but Eric’s been like a third son for so long that when he comes over for dinner with Dean and they’re lacing fingers together instead of trading playful punches it’s just another layer of family, just another kind of love.

One year later Sam nearly hyperventilates over his acceptance letter from Stanford. It’s a full ride though their parents would have put up all they could afford and help shoulder his loans even if it wasn’t. Dean’s heart breaks a little, but Sam’s joy is like wildfire and they promise to visit each other even though Palo Alto is so far away. They make good on it, trading off driving (Dean) or flying (Sam) on breaks, keeping tabs in email and, later on, Skype. Sam brings a girl home with him for Dean’s graduation. They all love Jess, of course, instantly, and she’s instrumental in talking Dean into going after his MSE after all. Dean starts placing bets with himself on how long it’ll take til she’s wearing a ring.

They were good boys, and they become good men. Stalwart, too clever for their own good, not so attached at the hip anymore but still close, still mischievous, but good men. Dean soaks up love and radiates it back into everything he does and everyone he knows. Sam harnesses the dark inside him and turns it into a driving passion to do good and right wrongs, and doggedly ignores the nightmares that seem to come out of nowhere – Jess is there to soothe him when he wakes. Neither of them are marksmen, neither have Latin chants memorised; they don’t fear the night or the fire, nor go looking for trouble in them.

So when Azazel comes for Sam six months after his twenty-third birthday none of them are prepared to put up a fight.

He makes a good king.






my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance


i just read gay porn

#unpublished stories from independent writers online

#so that’s what we’re calling it now


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when fics don’t update


when you’re the one not updating them




dear fic writers, it’s okay to have single characters!!! you don’t need to invent pairings just so everyone is paired up. the single characters are okay, i assure you.