REBLOG IF THE SPN SEASON 12 FINALE MESSED YOU UP

Hi there, I was thinking of asking for a ship, but I was wondering do you mind if the information is long and detailed? Or do you have a certain length you want it as?

Hi! Long and detailed descriptions are lovely! Then it is easier to figure out who has shared interests and experiences. As well as whose personality you’d mesh with and who’d balance you out. :) Hope to hear from you soon!

When you’re writing and it’s really just not going well:

Long. Live. The. King.

Winning? Is that what you think it’s about? I’m not trying to win. I’m not doing this because I want to beat someone or because I hate someone.

It’s not the end of the world, it just feels like it. 

Get ready, Torchwood returns to @bbcamerica, all day June 2nd and 3rd.

Please respect Mark Sheppard at conventions

To everyone attending Phoenix con, if you get the chance to ask Mark a question during one of his panels please DO NOT ASK HIM why he left the show or why Crowley was killed off. We don’t know the circumstances behind Mark’s departure from Supernatural and it may be a sensitive subject for him, so please refrain from asking him about it at conventions. Please just thank him for doing an outstanding job playing Crowley for so many years and then move on and ask him about something else. I know everyone wants to know why Mark left the show, but we should be trying to make Mark’s remaining creation conventions as much fun as possible for him, so please try not to ask personal questions about him leaving the show.

Me, trying to heal the pain of canon with fanfic

A Rocky Start (Napoleon Solo x Reader)

A/N- This is my first drabble of sorts. Yay! I didn't edit this so I apologize for any mistakes. Please give me some feedback so that I may improve. Thanks a ton! Warnings- There's one curse and it's a minor one. And there is some violence so if that isn't your cup of tea, I'd pass this one up. Word count- 416. The air feels murky and leaden as you race down the dimly lit corridor towards the exit, your backpack swinging in the slight breeze created by your speed. Your mission had been a success but you currently have a few enemies in pursuit. Your team, U.N.C.L.E, had been tasked with retrieving a stolen nuclear warhead and some documents that contained sensitive information about Waverly. More enemies swarm in front of you but you shoot most of them and manage to scrape by the rest. You burst through the door and continue sprinting, now towards the getaway car. The enemies hang back but you aren't concerned. You just need to get out of here at this point. "Get down, Y/N!" Napoleon yells as he climbs out of the car and tackles you to the ground. A loud bang followed by a steady ringing sound floods your ears, overwhelming your senses. You continue laying on the damp pavement in shock. Now you also notice the strange perfume of burning flesh. Still deafened by the small bomb that had detonated, You manage to push Napoleon off of you only to notice that he has accumulated some pretty terrible burns, cuts, and scrapes. You're reasonably certain that there are a few other injuries you can't detect. You hear some indistinct, muffled yelling from Illya as he races out and helps Napoleon into the car, cursing in Russian. You limp into the car after, backpack mostly undamaged and in tow. Illya slams the car into gear and it rockets off to the nearest hospital. *Time skip* You had been pacing in the waiting room for four hours now after having your wounds treated yourself and Illya had gone to fetch some coffee. Although you know Napoleon would be alright, you are still worried. The hospital staff finally tells you that you can enter his room. You quickly walk in and see him mostly patched up with a few limbs splinted. "Well, Y/N, I believe a thank you is in order," Napoleon stated with a smirk. "What the Hell were you thinking?!You could have gotten yourself killed!" you exploded. " I was thinking that you hadn't noticed the device and that you needed help," Napoleon asserted evenly, "You're welcome." You sighed, "I don't know whether I should shoot you for endangering yourself or kiss you for saving me." Napoleon smiles at your comment and suggests, "How about you do the second one and let me take you out for dinner?" WARNING- I do not own "The Man from U.N.C.L.E" and you own yourself. Please do not sue me as I am poor. :)

Baking Day with Natasha

A/N- Sorry this is so short and for not posting much this week! My online classes are trying to take over my life, but things should be back to normal soon. Enjoy! The delectable scent of warm, fresh vanilla cupcakes filled the air as a pajama-clad Natasha used her special Black Widow themed oven mitts to pull out the first batch of cupcakes and set them out to cool. It was 2PM in the afternoon and you two had been baking all day. Together, you and Nat had already finished nine dozen chocolate chip ookies, two apple cakes, a snack of two baked apples, and a cherry pie. Natasha and you had started having weekly baking days on every Saturday to catch up with each other and relax after a hard week of work. "These look like they came out perfectly," Natasha's lips formed a small smile as she leaned back to admire the gorgeous cupcakes you two had made and to put the next batch in. You nodded in agreement as you grabbed the ingredients for frosting from the cupboard and asked, "Does chocolate frosting sound okay? I feel like we haven't made as many chocolate sweets today." "Y/N, does that question even need to be answered? Of course! And if any of the others have a problem with it; too bad." You turned the heat on low and melted the butter into the saucepan. Then, Natasha added in the cocoa powder while you stirred. When it was ready, you poured the mixture into a mixing bowl, turned on the mixer, and Natasha added in the remaining ingredients. The fast rate at which she poured the powdered sugar resulted in a cloud of the fine white powder covering most of the counter and the majority of your clothes. You two coughed for a bit to clear the powdered sugar from the air and then laughed. You grinned and laughed out, "How angry do you think Steve's going to be since he volunteered to clean the kitchen after we bake?" "Oh, he'll get over it," Natasha said with a smirk. Unsure what she knows that you don't and being used to her semi/cryptic replies, you simply hum in reply and turn your attention to the beeping oven. You checked the cupcakes' consistency with a toothpick, satisfied with their texture, you brought the rest of them out to cool. Natasha had begun icing the cooler ones and asked if you could fetch the sprinkles. You obliged and the two of you began frosting and decorating the cupcakes. Times like these with Natasha were always your favorite. This post was inspired by this post- http://marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/162085052421/submitted-by-anon-not-my-gif Cupcake recipe that helped inspire me- http://www.littlesweetbaker.com/2017/03/31/moist-vanilla-cupcakes-with-vanilla-bean-frosting/ Kick-butt chocolate icing recipe- http://chocolatechocolateandmore.com/chocolate-fudge-frosting/ ^This but also add in about a teaspoon of Godiva chocolate liqueur. The alcohol will cook out so no need to worry there. It's the greatest thing ever. DISCLAIMER- I OWN NOTHING MENTIONED IN THIS POST. YOU OWN YOURSELF. PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME.

Being BFFs with Crowley Would Include:

Warning: There's a curse in here. It isn't a terrible one though. No worse than what you would hear on the show. - You met him when you were a Hunter and he was still a crossroads demon. - You were going to kill him, but instead you got on really well and just started ranting about everything together. - Next thing you know, you're eating lunch in Hell with him. - Supporting each other, but not always agreeing with each other. - You'd be his advisor. - You'd have your own smaller throne next to his throne in Hell and you'd both quip to each other on every subject that was brought up. - You aren't necessarily a demon or evil. You probably could be considered morally ambiguous though. - This morality of yours makes Hell a slightly less, well, Hellish place. - At first, this led to criticism of Crowley's reign but he quickly shut it down by torturing and then killing all who spoke ill of you and your effect on him. - People, angels, monsters, and demons are so terrified of you. - Partly because you're a badass on your own who can kill them, but also because of Crowley keeping tabs on you. - They won't even touch you because they know you two would come for them. - You convince Crowley to cooperate with the Winchesters more by explaining how it is in his and Hell's interests. - Juliet and his other Hellhounds love you. - He gave you two little Hellhound puppies that you can actually see. - You recognize Crowley deserves to be loved and you do love him. - And you give him so many hugs. This secretly really makes him happy. Although he acts like he's bored for the most part during them. - If you date anyone, you can bet that they have been thoroughly vetted and will never hurt you. - You and Crowley both enjoy drinks with tiny umbrellas and pitchforks in them together. - You enjoy making puns with him about Hell. - He teaches you different languages. Some are dead but that just makes them mean that much more to you. - You're next in line for the throne. - He frequently becomes really upset and you always can calm him down. - Taking pictures of you two acting overly enthusiastic together in ridiculous outfits in different locations. You have so many of those pictures. - Whenever someone pops up to attempt to uproot his position, he makes sure that you're well-guarded as well. - You two are excellent problem-solvers together. - The Winchesters are simultaneously grateful for your friendship and enraged by your friendship. WARNING- I do not own Supernatural. None of the characters mentioned are mine and you are owned by you. Please don't sue me.