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You know that feeling when you write up a beginning chapter for a story you had a great idea for. Then you end up revisiting it like a year later and you suddenly get a bunch of ideas for it. Then after you write a whole page for it you go pack to the three full pages you already wrote and you reread it and you just... THERE'S SO MANY MISTAKES! Now you have to spend THREE FUCKING DAYS rewriting just about every fricking line and your eyes feel like there bleeding because its 2:27a.m. on a Thursday and you're not even done cause you still need to fix all the mistakes in the new pages, and your character is starting to get as self deprecating as you and your head is swimming because your Spotify playlist is a jumble of 60's up beat happiness to 00's weird ass pop punk and what even is your life, WHY THE FUCK IS THE FAIRY TAIL THEME SONG IN THERE?!... N-no? Just... Just me? O-okay, well um, yeah that's all. Thanks for your time!

This made me wanna die the longest I have ever taken on a drawing, and yes I know about the clock

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

Reflecting on my writing process after turning in my first college essay, I had begun with loads of brainstorming. This brainstorming process took a couple days, as we participated in class workshops to help us create topics for our papers. My brainstorming process also included asking others what they would write about, seeing if two brains could jog anymore ideas for this paper. 

This is the stage of where I had collected all of my thoughts, and started my first draft. See, this is the funny part, I say first because I have 3 other versions of the same essay. All different approaches, word choice, and style. However those 3 drafts did not capture ME as a writer, my voice was lost. I had spent some serious time just drafting this paper, and it wasn't written in one sitting either. I enjoy taking breaks when producing work, new ideas each time I start. Though, it can leave me with a crunch for time. This is something I can work on to improve myself, and my writing. 

Going through and editing my paper, I had no “set image” for what I wanted to produce. I wanted something a little more raw, I have been confined to a supply and demand ideal when it comes to high school writing assignments. I was able to really show off my voice in this paper- However my timeline can get pretty jumpy, as I know my audience and am not comfortable sharing everything with them. 

Start of Chapter 8, “Sins of the flesh”

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1359337904-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-8-raised-once-more Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/121978735 ----

Tension hung heavy in the air as Dean and Sam ate their breakfast of homemade pancakes and breakfast sausage; vegan breakfast sausage, in Sam’s case. Although Castiel found no reason to eat anymore as he didn’t have to pretend to be able to taste it, he still insisted on sitting with them.

Dean chewed slowly and methodically, eliciting high levels of nervosity in both the angel and his brother who sat nearby. Their forks and knives clinked against their plates, the light tapping and scratching sounding all too loud in a space that had once been constantly filled with noise when the three of them were together.

“So, erm… I’ve found a case for you two,” Sammy told them cautiously as he pulled a file off his lap and sat it down on the breakfast table, breaking the extremely awkward silence.

“For ‘us two’? What, you’re not coming on the first hunt we’ve had since Cas got back?” Dean asked, lowering his fork and knife to rest on his plate. “No, I need a break the hunts,” Sam told his brother truthfully as he took a breath followed by a bite of his pancakes.

“Have there been any reports on this case?” Castiel questioned as he put down the day’s newspaper dated December 17th, 2008. He took the file and opened it, watching uninterestedly as a map and a few pages slipped out of it.

“Yeah; a handful of people have gone missing in Virginia, in the Shenandoah national park,” Sam told them, watching as Castiel placed five pages in a line, each a different missing person’s report.

“Isabella Morake, Catherine Hilltower, Elizabeth Chinadora, Maxwell Carlem and Stephen Mystarn had all gone missing within two months of each other around the same area; each had been travelling in a group of two to three people when their teammates called the police to report that they had heard screams from the woods. There was blood splattered on the ground and on trees near where they had heard the yelling coming from,” Sam explained moving his hands in explicative motions as he spoke.

“Each scene had claw marks in the dirt, leading any police on the investigations to assume that they were bear attacks and the victims must have upset the bear or bears in some way.” The younger Winchester finished, waiting for Castiel to stop reading the file and reports.

“Five bear attacks in the same area at the beginning of winter? That’s ridiculous,” Dean muttered as he picked his fork and knife back up and stuffed a sausage in his face, chewing slowly to avoid having to speak again.

“Exactly why I think it’s something else; a wendigo, maybe? It matches up; seasons might be a little weird, but it’s possible it’s just stocking up on a bit more food before winter comes,” Sam suggested as he gently pushed his plate away, no longer feeling hungry enough to continue eating.

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...

Not dead

HELLO TUMBLR I’VE RETURNED. Much has happened since my last post a while back, no I will not elaborate-  All I will tell you is that this busy mf has been writing until his hands ache and I now have a ton of new fics written. Currently, I am working on Supernatural fics; Destiel, to be more precise. If any of you are interested you can find me on Wattpad and Ao3 as “Ireallydontcare443” Here are a few links to my one-shots and my current large project, if any of you are interested! My current project: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/97482780 Other One-shots: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39188718 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38793387 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38701860/chapters/96765096

Playlist #1

My personal favourite playlist; I did not make it, I found it on youtube. https://youtu.be/jhX-2wYCjxI