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For the DA poets

My writing process

1. Make myself some coffee 2. Sit down at my desk to write 3. Look for music 4. Make a new playlist 5. Make a pinterest board for that playlist 6. Oh look it’s 3 am and my coffee’s cold. 7. Cry about not being productive 8. Repeat. :)

playing god

Me: ...I need a way to get rid of all these crows so that this plot hole can be fixed. Also me: Let’s just flood the town and attack them with lighting; yes, great, perfect.

Start of Chapter seven, “Sins of the flesh”

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1298315374-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-7-cherry-pie

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/110146278

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Dean stood at the top of the church on October 26th, 2008, getting prepared for the day’s sermon as usual; he had been on edge for days, trying everything in his might not to call Castiel to make sure that he was okay.

Castiel was an angel, after all; a tricking, pie-stealing, trust-breaking, barbarous hedge-born joitheaded liar of an angel, that is, and Dean was sure he would be just fine without him or Sam nearby to help him. Flipping through his bible to some of the tabs he had out in his bible to be able to find what he wanted to say, Dean heard the front door of the church push open.

Listening closely, the eldest Winchester quickly realized that it was just his brother who had decided to show up a tad early for the sermon. Dean listened as his brother’s footsteps came closer and closer to him, stopping right beside him just as he found the page in his bible that he was searching for.

“What’s up, Sammy?” The priest asked, tilting his head slightly in his brother’s direction. “Cas asked if he could come to see your sermon, since he’s, uh, picking up his books later on,” Sam informed him, though it seemed by Sam’s hesitant that he already knew what the answer to that question was going to be.

“Tell Mr.Novak that there are other churches across town that he may enjoy more,” Dean hummed with a sarcastic smile, still feeling rather upset by the whole ordeal. “Dean, you can’t keep running from-” “Castiel can fuck off, okay, Sam?” Dean snapped, frowning as he pretended to flip pages in his bible again. “Now if you would excuse me, I have things to do, Sammy,”

Dean felt a little bad as Sam sighed and turned away, disappointment radiating over him as he dragged his feet and retreated back to the house. The man could hear the back door slam as he turned another page of his bible, and he tried to remind himself that Sammy was upset with him too and needed a way to express that without too many repercussions. Despite the guilt hanging over him, Dean quickly got the rest of his planning done and stood beside the door to begin greeting guests as they flooded in.

Most were old voices, people who has helped raise Dean and Sam and aid their father in learning how to raise two children on his own, people who had brought the young boys meals when they realized their father left them home alone, just in case they hadn’t eaten in a few days.

Despite this, there were one or two new voices who dropped by to check things out, one has just moved to the area and the other just trying to figure out their religion or what they did and did not believe in. In both cases, Dean welcomed them with open arms and greeted the rest of the usuals before making his way back up to the front to begin the sermon...

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORYYYYYYYYY

Dark academia ambience playlist for melancholic writers...

Today's ambience video is a dark academia playlist to study to. It includes pieces from some of my favourite composers including Bach, Beethoven, Debussy and...

Another playlist for all those searching for some calm music, or something aesthetic to chill, read, write, paint, or be amazing to.

ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ➼

"pull me closer..."

"coffee or tea?"

"get the blankets."

"I'm turning up the heat!"

"it's fine. you're here now."

"look at the moon..."

"my hands are cold." "is that a pickup line?"

"ugh, finally!"

"remember that time...?"

"do you want to sit?"

"have a coffee."

"let's share."

"oh, it's adorable!"

"shall I start the fire?"

"ugh, you make me dizzy."

"you're my happy place." "don't get cheesy on me."

"you smell nice."

"hold my hand. please."

"did you make that yourself?"

"that smells so. good."

"what film?"

"this is somewhere I feel safe."

"I'm going to fall asleep..."

"it's already twelve?"

"it's just how I remember..."

"look, look!"

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ➼

draping a blanket over their sleeping body

knowing how / if they take their coffee

squeezing hands

splitting a cake in a small café

spinning around together until you get dizzy

crashing together on the couch after a long day

knowing each others' tells

watching the rainfall

jamming out to the radio at midnight

cooking for the sick friend even though they're bad at it

lighting candles

snuggling in a blanket in front of the tv

hiccuping tears into their shoulder

rocking back and forth in their arms

pulling out that favourite hoodie

/ the collection of stolen hoodies

staying up until midnight to talk

roasting burnt marshmallows

sneaking out to look at the stars

This is how my lover’s voice sounds... never has their voice been any less sweet than honey, or less gentle than the wind blowing through a field of lavender. I do not deserve him, and yet he is mine, and for that I am forever greatful.

He looks so concerned-

I love it when a cat owner says something stupid to Jackson Galaxy and he's clearly having to restrain himself from grabbing them by the shoulders and shaking them violently

we dont talk about bruno because hes not worth it | a bruno madrigal playlist

I hope you like the playlist and that the songs fit the character, lowkey kinda rushed it because I wanted to post it as fast as possible but bruno is such a...

A playlist that, once again, doesn’t belong to me beacause I relate a little too much to Bruno.