This is fantastic, thank you!
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Sam Winchester x female reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | All this time, you’ve been certain that your feelings for Sam have been unrequited. Until you’re forced to make a demon deal to save the world and everyone you hold dear - and everything changes. Takes place at the end of season 7 (the one with the Leviathans).
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with an ambiguous ending, protective Sam Winchester, romance
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 6 k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | angst with an ambiguous ending (let me know if I should write part 2 for this story!), canon-typical violence, blood
𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤
The road to Hell, they say, is paved with good intentions.
It’s the truth, at least in your own case.
In all this time of hunting with the Winchesters, you should have learned to never strike a demon deal – least of all with the King of Hell himself.
And yet, it’s desperation that guided you here, to the lonely crossroads outside of town, underneath a night sky of towering clouds that suffocate the pale light of the stars. The air smells of rain and the coming storm. A first droplet falls down on you as you wait, running down your cheek like a stray tear.
At first, nothing happens. There’s only the chill early-autumn wind that sweeps over the abandoned crossroads, making the stalks of dried corn that flank the lonely country road on all sides like silent sentinels sway and rustle; an eerie melody like a choir of whispering voices that sends shivers skittering down your spine like spiders.
“Do the demigods in flannel know you’ve strayed from the flock, little bird?”, Crowley’s voice drifts through the cold night, its dark timbre swirling in the air like the fog rising in the fields.
“Why?”, you quip with a belligerence that even surprises yourself, so in contrast to the frantic, frightened thrumming of your pulse, “Scared they’ll whip your ass if you make a deal with me, Crowley?”
Crowley’s answering chuckle is low, like the purr of a cat to match the feline smirk which plays on his lips while he strolls towards you with the slow steps of someone who knows he has all the time in the world. And in contrast to you…he has. Why hurry, when the prey sought him out all on its own?
“You know, of your pesky little party, you’re the one I’ve always liked best,” the demon finally drawls before coming to a halt in front of you, his glittering gaze sweeping over your surroundings before it comes to rest on you.
“Seems like I did something wrong, then.”
Another low, rumbling chuckle; another slow step towards you. The gleam in Crowley’s dark eyes is as unsettling as ever.
“Or right, considering you’ve called me here to make a deal.”
You’re clever enough to know this plan of yours is stupid beyond measure. It’s also the only ace left up your sleeve.
“I need your blood.”
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I love them so much!!
“Would you like a companion?” BENEDICT & ELOISE | BRIDGERTON
1) Sometimes you don’t really want to give up forever. You just need to take a break, step back, and do something else for a few months.
2) There are stories inside you that only you can tell. There are poems inside you that only you can write. Nobody else can write them for you. Nobody else can say exactly what you can say.
3) Writing is an act of creation. No matter how good or bad you think your work is, you have created something that didn’t exist before. This is important. This is good.
4) You do not write for anybody else. The only person you write for is you. Nobody else’s opinion should hinder your ability to write for yourself.
5) Everybody fails. Really. Even the most accomplished writers mess up. This is okay. From every misstep, you learn and you grow. I’ve always found this article very soothing: Falling Short: Seven Writers Reflecting On Failure (my personal favourite section is Anne Enright’s section.)
6) Writer’s block is an opportunity to try new things. Have new life experiences. Experiment with new styles. Writer’s block is that pause you need to reflect on your thoughts and ideas, see which ones work and which ones don’t. Writer’s block isn’t the end of your writing capabilities. It’s downtime that allows you to attempt new techniques. Which leads me to (because I think both are connected):
7) In my experience, much of writer’s block comes from fear or boredom. Why are you afraid of writing? Why does it bore you? Is there a disconnect between your idea and your passion to write? Why? There are reasons for everything. Try to figure out the reason behind this too.
8) You know those vain articles and comments accomplished writers make about “bad” or “amateur” writers? That’s all it is: vanity. It is a reflection on them. Do not let their words get to you. They are giants looking down on us. They’ve forgotten the struggle they themselves have been through. Writing is hard and deeply personal. ‘Making it’ is viciously difficult. That doesn’t mean you do not try.
9) You will regret it if you throw in the towel now. Write because the future you deserves to know that when things were hard, you kept going! The future you deserves to be proud of the present you. The future you is counting on you to continue. Don’t let them down.
10) Write because you wouldn’t have read through this entire post unless you were looking for a reason to write, even in your darkest and most hopeless hours. Write because this shows you’re passionate about it, shows that no matter how hard it seems, you want to keep writing. That’s really the big secret: you just keep writing.
he just feels like he has to.
i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
The Morning Star and the Evening Star (2024)
Lúthien Tinúviel and her descendant Arwen Undomiel.
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did you happen to see this fanart of a young Halsin with his father?
I DID AND IT WAS THE CUTEST DAMN THING
Thank you for your positive message. I am so... like. What even?! I just live rent free in some peoples' heads I guess?!!?!!?
the best thing that we can do right now to fight for abortion rights is donating to your local abortion fund, especially in states with “trigger laws” or laws that will immediately take harsh measures to shut down abortion rights as soon as roe is overturned. If you don’t know your local abortion fund or states with trigger laws, here’s one in Texas, one in Louisiana, one in Georgia, one in West Virginia and one in Mississippi (all states with such “trigger laws”). There’s so many more beyond the handful i just listed here but times like these are the time to donate and support the incredible work that these organizations do for their communities.
You ever think about how in The Headband, we're introduced to a side of the Fire Nation that's had its culture whittled away by a hundred years of imperial wartime propaganda. And how perhaps the most damning expression of this is that students are forbidden from dancing. And so Aang, maybe the only person on the planet who still truly remembers the Fire Nation of old, from before the war, brings it back to them.
And then we get to The Firebending Masters. Zuko's entire young adulthood has been spent using his anger towards the Fire Nation's enemies, his drive to capture the Avatar, as a crutch. And now he doesn't have that crutch anymore. So he and Aang set out on a pilgrimage, going to the birthplace of firebending itself, in search of answers. In search of a way to express the power of fire that isn't fueled by rage or smothered by fear. And they find a dance.
The Dragon Dance