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Hey! Iâm glad to see this blog is still up and running because Iâm actually the creator (I guess?) who made it in 2014 lol itâs nice to see that itâs been kept alive all these years later !!
I wish we could keep it way more active but all of us have been really busy for a while! Weâre looking for new admins rn đ
This is so mind-numbingly simple to execute, and it will block a whole IP address, which means that anons cant make new profiles to send more hate.
IF YOU KNOW SOME OF YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE GETTING HATE, LET THEM KNOW THEY CAN STOP THE HATE BY DOING THIS THING.
GUYS. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of people probably donât know about this, I didnât until now. And quite frankly, the hate people in this fandom are getting right now is just disgusting. So reblog to let your followers know they can do this!!
@staff are you fucking kidding me right now?! Youâre limiting text posts to 100 text blocks (aka paragraphs). What the absolute fuck.
Since you couldnât take out fanfic writers with the purge so youâre just fucking up formatting for text posts until they leave? Is that your plan?
Would this count as a text block?
100 is a lot unless you write a lot of dialogue. I wonder if just linking fics on my word press would work because god damn this site is making things difficult. Itâs like theyâre trying to have people not use it.
Iâm so over this shithole
Does Tumblr just have it out for Fanfic writers? Is the Tumblr staff secretly Anne Rice or something?
Heads up writers
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FFS youâre joking me?
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yeah I noticed this, and I completely hate it lmao because I do write a lot of dialogue and I write small paragraphs for easy readability ): I might have to post everything on AO3 and just link it on here :/
Well, this is the new tea and I hate it.
Gettinâ real tired of your shit, Tumblr.
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FUCK YOU @staff
Welp. So this is a thing now.
The title apparently counts as one line since it wouldnât let me go past 99.
Seriously @staff ????
IMPORTANT EDIT
EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!!
I tried this on desktop and did not hit a limit. It looks like a limitation of mobile posts.
I didnât bother going past 543 because ainât nobody got time for that, but there is no 100 block limit on desktop. Youâre just going to have to post your fics on your computer or through your mobile web browser instead of the app.
Please reblog this version of the post so that people donât totally freak out
7:40pm Pst I do not understand how I missed 4:20 ... Hey good music would be nice!
Iâm currently listening to Ryan Caraveo. Some damn good songs, but not all happy joyful. Try listening to Andy Grammerâs âHoney, Iâm good.â This song is a personal favorite of mine, but really most of his songs are my âfeel goodâ go-to.

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Not Alone
Dean x Reader Drabble
Word Count: 335
Warnings: Mention of death, angst
Is this how it was always going to be?
You took one more swig of the handle and set it on the cold tile ground.
One thing you always looked forward to with showers was the steam building in the room. It was a sort of comfort, to feel the cloud of warm moisture as you inhaled, and the cool from exhale.
But this time - maybe from lack of energy, maybe from lack of care - the water ran cold.
Imagine TFW Using The Word âChristoâ Everytime Theyâre Around Crowley Just To See Him Twitch...
New Routine
(Destiel Short Fic)
Summary: Castiel tries to help Dean get for restful sleep by using his knowledge of a pop-culture movie.
Word Count: 1,200
Warnings: Little angst, nightmares, but mostly just fluff :)
A/N: So this was meant to just be a fluffy drabble, but my depressed ass went and added a bunch of angst to lead up to the fluff⌠Anyway, I hope yâall enjoy.
Castiel recalled a movie he had seen several weeks before, where - in one scene - the main character was struggling to sleep. As the fictional female twisted and turned, sweat dripping from her forehead, and the bed covers spread to all corners of the room, her loved one joined her on the bed. Pulling her close to him, her ear explicitly above his heart, she almost instantly and subconsciously calmed down.
Castiel and Sam sat across from each other in the library. As Samâs eyes were clearly growing heavier by minute, Castiel held perfect focus.
âHumans find comfort in company,â Castiel stated. âDonât they?â
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New Routine
(Destiel Short Fic)
Summary: Castiel tries to help Dean get for restful sleep by using his knowledge of a pop-culture movie.
Word Count: 1,200
Warnings: Little angst, nightmares, but mostly just fluff :)
A/N: So this was meant to just be a fluffy drabble, but my depressed ass went and added a bunch of angst to lead up to the fluff... Anyway, I hope yâall enjoy.
Castiel recalled a movie he had seen several weeks before, where - in one scene - the main character was struggling to sleep. As the fictional female twisted and turned, sweat dripping from her forehead, and the bed covers spread to all corners of the room, her loved one joined her on the bed. Pulling her close to him, her ear explicitly above his heart, she almost instantly and subconsciously calmed down.
Castiel and Sam sat across from each other in the library. As Samâs eyes were clearly growing heavier by minute, Castiel held perfect focus.
âHumans find comfort in company,â Castiel stated. âDonât they?â
Sex Is No Proof
Summary: Dean walks into Cas watching some adult films. When he finds out the reason is not for Castielâs pleasure, Dean must convince Cas that heâs enough.
Word Count: 560
Warnings: Mention of Porn (no description) A/N: So I got this idea after watching the Pizza Man episode. Although there is mention of porn, this isnât smut. Itâs fluffy Destiel with a little insecure Cas and comforting Dean. Hope y'all enjoy!
âCasâŚâ Dean stared at the angel on the couch, his own laptop on Castielâs lap. âWhat the Hell are you doing?â
Castiel never took his eyes off the screen. âI was alone.â
âWe talked about this, dude. No porn.â He shook his head, walking over.
âYou said no porn when I was around others.â As soon as Dean stole the laptop, he looked up and added, âAnd I wasnât around others.â
Dean had a confused face at the site. âRed-tube, man? Where did you even get the account?â
He stood up. âCrowley.â
Dean rolled his eyes, then closed the site. âOf course. But why are you even watching this? You canât understand jack about it.â
âYou like porn, yes?â
Dean quirked an eyebrow. âSure, as much as the next man, but-â
âAnd you like the way sex is portrayed in this films, correct?â
He nodded. âSkip to the punch line, Cas.â
âCrowley told me that you like people with experience. Well,â Castiel flicked his eyes away for a second, âbefore you, I was a virgin. I was just hoping to learn more efficient ways to please you in sexual activities.â
At that, Dean burst into laughter, placing his hand on Castielâs shoulder for support. When the angle did not join with him, Dean calmed himself and took a breath. âWait, are you serious?â
âYou have never disappointed me, Dean.â His face held a slight hint of worry. âI just want to show you the same.â
âDo you honestly think Iâm judging our relationship on the quality of your sex? Cas, please.â
âMembers of those adult movies are very talented, I assume. It seems only reasonable that you would expect the same from me.â
Dean sighed, a comforting half smile on his face. He moved so he was just in front of Castiel, hands on both shoulders and gazing straight into his eyes. âCas, porn stars are hired because of their skills under the sheets. But Iâm not dating you because youâre good at sex, which you are anyway.
âAnd I could pick up any girl at a bar and have a good night, but youâre the only one that understands the life, understands my struggles, and is willing to put up with me when Iâm going downstream, knee high in shit.
âI didnât choose you because I wanted perfect sex. No, this isnât some one night stand, Cas. Youâre my boyfriend because youâre perfect as my boyfriend. Sex is only one part of a relationship, and I love you for every single part. I love you, just the way you are.â
Castiel began to smile. Being human had caused some insecurities he had never understood as an angel, but it also allowed him to feel this happy. âI love you too, Dean, I just want to prove it.â
âAnd you do, Cas, trust me. But sex is no proof. The way you always want to heal my tiniest cuts, the way you kiss me awake in the morning, the way you try your hardest to be romantic. That, that is proof. Anyone can be good at sex, but only you could be good at being my boyfriend.â
Castiel leaned into Deanâs chest, burying his face. Dean wrapped his arms around him. He whispered, âAnd plus, the more bad you are at sex just means the more I can to teach you,â and winked.

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His Hair
Megstiel Drabble
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Fluff, Castielâs Hair (which, tbh, might warrant a NSFW tag by itself)
A/N: Just a short little Megstiel fluff for yâall. -Admin Rachel
Castiel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, still slightly fogged from his warm shower. Simple human tasks such as bathing - although pointless to the angel - had a rather calming effect that he had grown attached to.
His hair was still damp and in a mess as he grabbed a small section. He twirled it around his finger, noticing how it had grown. Human hair grew, he thought. However, a human vessel didnât age- or at least shouldnât.
Castiel had keep note of Jimmyâs body aging. Although subtle, it was not as it should have been. He often wondered if, by spending as much time on Earth as he did, he was growing almost human.
The thought passed as it mattered little.
Castiel grabbed the scissors and raised them to the bunch of hair he held. Opening the pair, he took a deep breath.
âWoah, woah, slow down there, angel boy.â Meg enter the bathroom, shaking her head with a smile. âNow what exactly do you think youâre doing?â
âCutting my hair,â he answered sternly. âA regular task,â he continued, âof which I didnât think required interrogation.â
Meg smirked. She reached for the scissors, having to raise her feet in order to match his height. She took them, then returned them to their proper place amongst the bathroom shelves. âWell, you thought wrong.â
She walked closer to Castiel, looking up into his blue eyes. Running her fingers through his hair, she clenched her hand to pull him down into a kiss.
Castiel felt Megâs lips form into a smile as he pulled her into his chest.
Kissing: another human task he had grown fond of.
When their makeout session ended, Meg returned her gaze to his hair. Shaking her hand through it, making more of a mess than it had originally been, she just smiled.
âYeah,â she said, âthereâs no way Iâm ever letting you shorten this beautiful chaos youâve got going on.â
Castiel thought for a moment. Although he was not much of a flirt, or even knew how to be a proper part of a relationship for that matter, he returned with, âWell, if it means more kisses like that, Iâll never want to cut it.â
~~~
A/N (pt. 2): Hey guys, lemme know if you liked this/wish to be tagged in future work. Iâm doing Daily Drabbles on my main blog, @grumpy-kittycasâ. Please feel free to go check it out and request drabbles. Love you all.
His Hair
Megstiel Drabble
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Fluff, Castielâs Hair (which, tbh, might warrant a NSFW tag by itself)
A/N: Just a short little Megstiel fluff for yâall. -Admin Rachel
Castiel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, still slightly fogged from his warm shower. Simple human tasks such as bathing - although pointless to the angel - had a rather calming effect that he had grown attached to.
His hair was still damp and in a mess as he grabbed a small section. He twirled it around his finger, noticing how it had grown. Human hair grew, he thought. However, a human vessel didnât age- or at least shouldnât.
Castiel had keep note of Jimmyâs body aging. Although subtle, it was not as it should have been. He often wondered if, by spending as much time on Earth as he did, he was growing almost human.
The thought passed as it mattered little.
Castiel grabbed the scissors and raised them to the bunch of hair he held. Opening the pair, he took a deep breath.
âWoah, woah, slow down there, angel boy.â Meg enter the bathroom, shaking her head with a smile. âNow what exactly do you think youâre doing?â
âCutting my hair,â he answered sternly. âA regular task,â he continued, âof which I didnât think required interrogation.â
Meg smirked. She reached for the scissors, having to raise her feet in order to match his height. She took them, then returned them to their proper place amongst the bathroom shelves. âWell, you thought wrong.â
She walked closer to Castiel, looking up into his blue eyes. Running her fingers through his hair, she clenched her hand to pull him down into a kiss.
Castiel felt Megâs lips form into a smile as he pulled her into his chest.
Kissing: another human task he had grown fond of.
When their makeout session ended, Meg returned her gaze to his hair. Shaking her hand through it, making more of a mess than it had originally been, she just smiled.
âYeah,â she said, âthereâs no way Iâm ever letting you shorten this beautiful chaos youâve got going on.â
Castiel thought for a moment. Although he was not much of a flirt, or even knew how to be a proper part of a relationship for that matter, he returned with, âWell, if it means more kisses like that, Iâll never want to cut it.â
~~~
A/N (pt. 2): Hey guys, lemme know if you liked this/wish to be tagged in future work. Iâm doing Daily Drabbles on my main blog, @grumpy-kittycasâ. Please feel free to go check it out and request drabbles. Love you all.
Just this time, donât bring me back.
^ A quote from a new fic Iâm writing. Itâs going to be angst, A LOT OF ANGST, and all the feels. I just finished the intro (a short little drabble to introduce the AU) and will hopefully be posting it later tonight.
I know Iâve been inactive for almost a year now (god damnâŚ) but Iâm really in love with this new series.
Comment if you wish to be tagged in any of it.
Update:Â
Okay guys, I just finished the first part to this AU Iâm working on, and, well, Iâm a mentally, emotional mess right now.
Iâm just waiting on some personal edits and some beta-ing and it should be posted tomorrow night. (not that anyone is really keeping tabs at this point)
Basic Summary:Â
The Winchesters won what would be their greatest battle yet, but it came at a most dreadful cost. Now donât get them wrong, the brothers have faced tremendous loss, but nothing more mentally straining than this. However, when Sam is faced with a basically the definition of life changing decision, will he choose to take the easy way out?Â
As always, if youâd like to be tagged, please let me know.
Happy New Year
Tis the seasonâŚ

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The Final Chapter
Summary: Dean vents to a bartender with some life advice, then visits an old friend for a final goodbye.
Word Count: 800
Warnings: Character death
A/N: This is just something short to prove I can actually write, lol. Look forward for more to come. :)
âOkay,â the bartender said, âwhatâs your story?â
âHuh?â Dean asked, the bourbon slurring his words.
She leaned over the bar, then pointed to the three - almost four - empty shot glasses. âEveryone in here has a story. Usually theyâll be in so often, I can read âem like a book. Or they drink enough until they end up spilling their whole life. But you⌠youâve come in every day for the past week and havenât said a word past your order.â She paused, looking Dean top to bottom. âSo whatâs your story.â
âLong,â he said, nursing his drink, âtoo long.â
A Glass Heart
How elegant a heart is- beautiful and fragile like glass.
This world is the furnace, burning and melting the grains of sand into something people perceive as value. But with such refinement comes great delicacy.
You see, just as a heart, glass canât be shattered with only a few strikes.
Sure, the first couple hits will crack it, the lines spreading to all sides, and the piece never able to regain its original fullness. Its form will be deformed, its style will be destroyed, but in a sense, it will stay whole. Glass, as brittle as it is, has more strength than most give credit.
It takes more than a couple petty throwbacks to shatter completely. In fact, itâs almost impossible. One hit, from one person - one object - canât break its fortitude. And then one more hit, from one more person, with one more object, hitting at a different place with a different force, will once again only crack it.
If one wishes to shatter glass, one must hit the same shot again, and again, and again, until the structure can no longer handle the force.
You see, the only way to shatter glass is to continuously strike its weakest point, so it has no other choice than to revert to its origins, back to scattered grains of abandoned sand.
A heart is the same way. It can broken again and again, different peopleâ different times. But it can only be shattered by one, the one who comes back to strike again.