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Good omens, the lost angel, chap 1.
So, when a Neil dropped the hint that ss2 would involve someone who lost their memory, for some reason I thought of Gabriel.
After the almost Armageddon, Aziraphale and Crowley set up a cottage somewhere outside the city and they decided to go to LA for a vacation (mostly because Crowley got bored of the simple and peaceful life in the countryside and the garden work).
And they ran into Gabriel.
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Chap 2
Good Omens and the Forbidden book, chap 1
Prologue
Chap 2
Any Harry Potter themed fics to share? Thanks so much for all your hard work, love you guys and happy holidays!
Thank you and Happy holidays to you too! HP au happens to be one of my fav things out there and I wish there were more people writing about Destiel in Hogwarts! We’ve actually done a Harry Potter post before and HERE is the link to that! The first post was kind of a sneak peak (or dump site for all the unfinished and not so great stories) for this post because all my favourite stories are in this ask! So, grab your tea/coffee and make yourself comfortable because there will be fluff! (lol I HP always makes me feel Christmasy and therefor I need my cocoon of blankets and my chai latte to set the mood for these fics!) – Admin A
Title: Butterbeer And Broomstics
Author: youaresunlight
Rating: Explicit
Words: 6,796 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: If this isn’t the cutest thing ever then I don’t know what is! I have to admit it guys but I have a huge thing for HP au fics and there needs to be more fics like this where the guys are teachers rather than students… Yeah, I have issues with HS fics.
Summary: Dean, Flying Instructor extraordinaire at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has fallen head over heels for Castiel Novak, the criminally gorgeous Herbology professor. It’s definitely the most hideous man crush to ever grace the hallowed castle, and for Merlin’s sake Dean hopes that he’ll be able to bloody do something about it one of these days.
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Title: Thunderstruck verse
Author: lottielovebuzz
Rating: Explicit
Words: 66,000 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: I really like the idea of Dean and Cas being part of Dumbledore’s army and kind of telling a story from the eyes of someone who was fighting in the backlines rather than Destiel taking the roles of Harry, Ron and Hermione. I kind of wish the actual story and writing were better though. For me, there was way too much emphasis on their time in Dumbledore’s army and then suddenly we are skipping time to adulthood and the end of the story felt very rushed. Which is disappointing because Dean and Cas don’t really get together until the end so all the good Destiel moments didn’t feel that thought out to me. But nonetheless it was a good story and one of the best one’s in this genre in my opinion!
Summary: Dean Winchester, a half-blood Gryffindor joins Dumbledore’s Army in his 6th Year and finally meets Castiel Novak, a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. After Castiel manages to produce Patronus on his first try, Dean is immediately curious about the quiet Prefect and ends up forming an unlikely friendship that doesn’t go as smoothly as they wish.
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Title: National Muggle Awareness Month
Author: theangeloffriday
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 36,792 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: This was the best! I know it’s not exactly HP Au since the setting isn’t Hogwarts and all that, but Cas is still a wizard and Sam and Dean are muggles. I totally loved this fics, I mean the whole idea of Cas going undercover to write a piece about muggles and their daily lives was genius and the only downside (in my opinion) was that there wasn’t enough Destiel moments for me. Don’t get me wrong, the plot was genius and had me laughing in every other sentence, but I was constantly craving for more fluff between Dean and Cas. I need a sequel guys!
Summary: In 2008 Seattle, one Wizarding reporter and two Muggle brothers find themselves sharing an apartment. Things go smoothly for the most part, aside from the fact that Castiel fails spectacularly at dressing like a Muggle, Dean is having issues with PDA, and there’s an American chapter of Death Eaters who have it out for cultural anthropologists.
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Title: Destiel Hogwarts Au
Author: Actual_Shipper_Trash
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 2,475 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: I’ve had this list ready for you guys too long and honestly I can no longer remember what happens in this fic but I’ll take a wild guess here and say that fluff will happen!
Summary: Dean has a crush on Cas and cute hogwarts fluff happens.
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Title: Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
Author: Lyralyca
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 4,976 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: Yeah… this is a same situation as it was with the previous fic… I have no idea what happens and I have way too many fics in line for other asks to reread this story. I apologize!
Admin J’s notes: Admin A, you failed. That’s not an Admin note. I think you’re getting so old that your dementia is starting to raise its ugly head.
Summary: Dean/Castiel Hogwarts AU for Fic Prompt Contest.
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Title: Our House Is Not A Home
Author: deathbycoldopen
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 8,000 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: This verse was so fluffy and sweet. The only thing I don’t love (this applies to all fanfiction out there) is that in the last part of this verse there’s like 5k words but it’s broken into four chapter… Seriously guys don’t do that. 1k/chapter is way too fucking short. I mean it’s tolerable with stories that have less than five chapters but I’ve seen/read fics with 60k words broken into more than 60 chapters :’D It just sucks, okay! Lol…. I had to get that off my chest because damn that thing bothers me so much.
Summary: Castiel hesitated, unsure of what to do. Dean was crying softly, obviously trying to avoid waking the others. He might not appreciate it if Castiel approached him or tried to comfort him. Most boys didn’t like to admit they’d been crying, Castiel had learned when Luke jinxed him when he asked what was wrong that night last summer. He had a feeling that Dean would be just as bad as Luke was about it. He’d noticed Dean at the feast, teasing a girl sitting next to him and laughing loudly with everyone about some story about Quidditch. Dean wouldn’t want a stranger to know that he’d been crying, Castiel was sure of it.
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Title: Dean Winchester And The Year Of The Bludger
Author: thetreeswhisper
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 28,732 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: I think my love for HP fics exceeds my hate for high school au. I mean I’d prefer if Dean and Cas were professors or just otherwise involved in HP setting, but I don’t hate them being students and teenagers.
Summary: It’s Dean and Cas’ 4th year at Hogwarts, and amongst all the Quidditch games and Dean’s bad decisions, their friendship is getting pummeled. If only a bludger would come and knock some sense into him…
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Title: Family Traditions
Author: xx-risque
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 4,905 – Unfinished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: Yeah… this is never getting finished… but I don’t want to ignore it because the little that I have here is pretty good and you can always continue the story in your head (that’s what I do)!
Summary: Castiel Novak -aspiring arithmancer from a highly respected pureblood family- meets Dean Winchester -halfblood, Quaffle-chasing idiot- on the Quidditch pitch and starts questioning everything he thought he knew.
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Title: Cas and Dean Do Hoggypimples
Author: Balletvamp
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 1,051 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin A’s notes: I need more of this! I need a sequel or even a little drabble. ANYTHING!
Summary: Dean and Cas are Hogwarts students meeting up for a late night rendezvous.
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i've seen a lot of different ideas in fics where morpheus has innate knowledge of when hob is dreaming about him, or where he can always see the dreams, or where he's automatically summoned to dreams about himself, etc
but i think i prefer the idea of some poor long-suffering low-level schmuck of a dream who's been forced to take on the appearance of morpheus over and over again for the last 600 years because apparently that's what this particular human wants to dream about (and fuck humans don't typically live this long do they?) and they're too aggrieved and mortified to ever think of telling their literal king about it
random teenager, posting an unhinged shitpost ab sandman/good omens/etc at 3 am
neil gaiman, reposting at 4 am
Morpheus
gotta admit, I'm impressed with their dedication to the bit
Who the fuck needs Tumblr anymore I'm just going to be looking at lamp posts from now on
Expressive Snake Portraits by Ben Simon Rehn Capture Serpentine Elegance in Brilliant Hues
The leprechaun and the golfer
A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head and the golfer’s ball beside him.
Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him.
‘Arrgh! What happened?’ the Leprechaun asked.
'I’m afraid I hit you with my golf ball,’ the golfer says.
'Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?’
'Thank God, you’re all right!’ the golfer answers in relief. 'I don’t want anything, I’m just glad you’re OK, and I apologize.’
And the golfer walks off.
'What a nice guy,’ the Leprechaun says to himself.
I have to do something for him. I’ll give him the three things I would want… a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life.’
A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.
'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here, ’ the little guy says. 'I just want to ask ye, how’s yer golf game?’
'My game is fantastic!’ the golfer answers. 'I’m an internationally famous golfer now.’ He adds, 'By the way, it’s good to see you’re all right.’
'Oh, I’m fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how’s yer money situation?’
'Why, it’s just wonderful!’ the golfer says cheerfully. 'When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn’t even know were there!’
'I did that fer ye also.’ And tell me, how’s yer sex life?’
The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, 'It’s OK.’
'C'mon, c'mon now,’ urged the Leprechaun, 'I’m wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?’
Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, 'Once, sometimes twice a week.’
'What??’ responds the Leprechaun in shock. 'That’s all? Only once or twice a week?’
'Well,’ says the golfer, 'I figure that’s not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish.’
another Goncharov 1973 thing I'm sorry
Goncharov (1973)
I know everyone talks about Ice Pick Joe, but let’s be real, that scene where he finally kills Gil “the Grill” McGilicuddy? Brian Dennehy STOLE IT.
Goncharov Lore Thus Far, based on the top tumblr post results
Main cast are Goncharov himself, his wife Katya (née Michailov), and Andrey
One side character is named Mario Ambrosini. He is described as a “sad boi” and is involved in gambling.
Set in Naples and involving a drug ring/mafia. The plot seems to involve Russian organized crime attempting to get a foothold in Italy.
There is a Boat Scene. Katya survives via resourcefulness.
Andrey and Goncharov have a substantial amount of homoeroticism. Andrey also has an internet in Katya. This forms a true love triangle.
At some point, Katya threatens to shoot Goncharov. This is framed as a Girlboss Moment.
There is also a Beer Bottle Scene.
Katya fakes her death.
there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter
tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on
truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that
Roomie and I are two single female presenting folques sharing a unit on the shit end of town and when she moved in her dad met some of our dudeman neighbors and went "good to see there are some Man here to keep an eye out for them" and they replied along the line of "Yes Indeed We Shall Protect Thine Maidens" as if I am not a security guard and she does not do martial arts nightly and we together do not spar on the regular and there is not a baseball bat by every doorway and so now we share joint custody of a banana tree named Bert who we refer to as The Man Of The House
and here's your annual reminder that jack-o'-lanterns were a tradition irish immigrants brought to the u.s., where (widely available) pumpkins fell into use over turnips & other root vegetables
(personally i regret this switch, as it means many of us missed the opportunity to grow up seasonally surrounded by friendly faces like these:
)
A computer programmer goes to buy some bread.
On his way out, his wife says, “and while you’re there, get a carton of eggs”.
He never returned.
Today I was forced to do internet banking for the first time in like four years (sad) and they’ve put in a bunch of new security shit I don’t understand and all my info like my phone number and stuff was out of date, so I had to physically go into the branch and actually ask the teller “can you please help me do internet banking” like I’m some doddering old dear who doesn’t understand this newfangled World Wide Web thing and IT GETS WORSE, because they’re like ‘okay so the easiest way to deal with our security is if you have our app on your phone’ and I DO NOT WANT apps on my phone and I grumble about this in the most Old Man Way possible but they say it’s the easiest so fine, we can do that, only there’s an in-bank security step for authenticating the app so the lady helping me has to sit down and wait while I pull out my old scratched beaten-up dinosaur of a Barely Counts As A Smartphone, wait forever for it to wake up, and open the app store.
I do not know where the app store is.
Okay, this lady explains to me (she is very good at customer service and there’s absolutely no sign on her face that she is baffled how someone like me can even be alive, even though logically she HAS TO be thinking that), it should be in your apps. Look at your apps.
I do not know how to look at my apps. I use like 4 apps (call, text, photos, music) and I put them on the front screen thing ages ago. I push all of the buttons on the phone and apps do not appear. There’s nothing in settings or anything either.
Try swiping up, she says.
I try this a few times. My phone does not register the contact. On the fourth time, it realises that I want it to do something, and oh, there are the apps. We install the app. We do all the sign-in and authentification code shit and it does not work. We do it again and it does not work again.
“If I had a checkbook I’d be out of here by now,” I say. She laughs because it is true. We’ve been here for twenty minutes. I restart my phone to see if that’s the problem and grumble under my breath about how banking never used to be so complicated. As I open the app again, I ask how people do internet banking if they don’t have phones.
She seems puzzled by the question. “We have ways for them to do banking,” she says, “but most… most people have phones.”
She’s probably right. You probably need a phone to survive if you’re homeless these days.
The program loads now but catches us in an endless sign-in loop and the problem, we learn from a supervisor who’s wandered over (presumably to see how helping one idiot put an app on their phone could possibly be taking so long) is actually not on my end. There’s something wrong with the version of the app that the woman assisting me has put on my account on the computer (that’s her half in this operation), so we have to uninstall the app on both systems and reinstall it. Fine. I uninstall the app. Now to go to the app store.
I have forgotten how to access the app store. I push all of the buttons on the phone and apps do not appear. There’s nothing in settings or anything either.
Try swiping up, the woman says.
Oh. There’s the app store.
We install it and get caught in an endless loop again but I am computer savvy enough to know that if restarting and reinstalling doesn’t work then sometimes just trying the same thing over and over again will make it work for no reason, and it does, after I sign in three times in a row we can FINALLY authenticate the app and I can FINALLY use it for two-factor authentication and I CAN FINALLY DO INTERNET BANKING AGAIN.
“Thanks for your help,” I say.
“No problem.”
“I’m sorry it took so long,” I say.
“It’s really not a problem,” she says, and because she’s a professional it’s totally convincing, but I have helped people with tech before and I know how much it sucks. I look at this woman who, on any other day, would be a good few years older than me, but not today. For today, I am a doddering 96-year-old woman who wishes for a simple chequebook and does not like smartphones.
I get up, and I pick up my bag and my walking stick, and I leave the bank, thinking about the scarf I’ve been knitting and how much more work I have to do on it. I wonder if I should bake scones tonight.
I have already forgotten how to open the app store.
