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Hannah & Manda’s 200 Follower “Punk’s Not Dead” Creative Challenge

Hey everyone! It’s me, Hannah! And over there is my lovely Manda! We both are excited and very thankful to announce that we have both hit 200 followers. We were so excited that we decided to have a special challenge to celebrate!

The name of the challenge is “Punk’s Not Dead”. Why’s that, you ask? Because Manda and I both grew up with and love 2000s pop punk, and it’s one of the great things that we have in common! We decided to pick out some of our favorite lyrics to inspire you all to create amazing things. The rules are listed below! We hope that you are excited to join us and we can’t wait to see all the awesome things you all come up with!

WHAT IS THIS?

This is a Creative Challenge! We know there are so many creative people with amazing talents in the SPN fandom and we want to give you a chance to share yours! Anyone is welcome to participate!

Do you write fanfiction? Awesome, write your heart out!

Are you an incredible aesthetic designer? Yes, please!

Is art more your thing? Fantastic - make all the things.

Love making compilation videos? We have a great list of songs you can use for inspiration/background!

Got another totally awesome talent that you want to utilize to participate? Sweet, we can’t wait to ohh and ahh over it!

THE RULES:

Following both of us is NOT required but would be appreciated! Pick a prompt from the list below (you can click the song title to hear the song if you are unfamiliar)

Send an ask to either Hannah (@hannahindie) or Manda (@pinknerdpanda) with the number of the prompt that you would like and if you will be creating a fic, aesthetic, art, video or whatever your clever little selves would like to do! (messages and reblogs won’t count so we can keep track of them easily)

Any pairing except NO WINCEST please! :)

SPN only

Any Genre, length, format (Fic writers - just be sure to use a “Keep Reading” break if your fic will be more than 500 words)

The lyrics you choose should inspire your work in some way. If you choose to use the lyrics in what you do, be sure to bold them and give credit to the artists

Be sure to tag both @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda in your work

Use the tag #HanPan Punk’s Not Dead Challenge

Entries are Due June 5, 2017 (If you need more time or need to back out for some reason - that’s fine, just let one of us know!)

THE LIST OF PROMPTS:

“When I was younger/I saw my daddy cry/And curse at the wind/He broke his own heart/And I watched/As he tried to reassemble it” - The Only Exception by Paramore

“The faster we're falling/We're stopping and stalling/We're running in circles again/Just as things were looking up/You said it wasn't good enough/But still we're trying one more time” -  In Too Deep by Sum 41

“But now this broken soul of a boy/Falls in pieces with no choice/At the sound of her voice/He falls apart/But now this broken soul of a boy/Falls in pieces with no choice/At the sound of her voice/He falls apart, he falls apart, he falls apart” - Sincerely Yours by Hit the Lights

“I'm troublesome, I've fallen/I'm angry at my father/It's me against this world and I don't care.” - The Young and the Hopeless by Good Charlotte

“Simple words we never knew,/The power behind what they put us through,/Now it's all begun,/what it takes to make it real./We're standing on the edge of this,/When our soul is gone,/what will we miss?/We lost what it takes to really, really feel.”  - Save Us by Cartel

“I watched the smoke, as it grew darker and blew up through the roof/I watched the fed, saw them panic, as the fire grew/I saw virginia, get rid of langley, and its secrets too/I held your hand, and sat there knowing, that we'd make it through.” - Watch the World by Box Car Racer

“Is it still me that makes you sweat?/Am I who you think about in bed?/When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?/Well, then think of what you did/And how I hope to God he was worth it/When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin” - Lying is the most fun a girl could have without taking her clothes off by Panic At the Disco

“As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs/And sit alone and wonder/How you're making out/But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone/Making out.” - Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard Confessional

“And the record won't stop skipping/And the lies just won't stop slipping/And besides my reputation's on the line/We can fake it for the airwaves/Force our smiles, baby, half dead/From comparing myself to everyone else around me” - I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)  by Fall Out Boy

“Wait, they don't love you like I love you/ Made off/Don't stray/My kind's your kind/I'll stay the same” - Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

“Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say./I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way./For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,/Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?” - I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance

“I remember the look in your eyes/When I told you that this was goodbye/You were begging me not tonight/Not here, not now” - Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard

“Your sins into me/Oh, my beautiful one/Your sins into me/As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer/And I'll beg for forgiveness/(Your sins into me) Your sins into me/Oh, my beautiful one” - Silver and Cold by AFI

“Laying in the summer grass, you told me not to talk so fast,/As I told you how I feel,/You made me feel right at home,/You told me I was not alone and you knew just how I feel,” - Seasons by Good Charlotte

“life is/only/as good as the memories we make/and i'm taking back what belongs to me/polaroids of classrooms unattended/these relics of remembrance/are just like shipwrecks/only theyre gone faster/than the smell after it rains” - So Long, Astoria by The Ataris

“Back then it meant so much to have you by my side,/I always had your back and you always had mine,” - Let Me Go by Good Charlotte

“feel your fire,/when it’s cold in my heart/and things sorta start/remindin' me of my last night with you/i only need one more day/just one more chance to say/i wish that i had gone up with you too/and i'm sure the view from heaven/beats the hell out of mine here/and if we all believe in heaven/maybe we'll make it through one more year/down here” - View From Heaven by Yellowcard

“I don't care about a thing today /I used to but I'm fed up/And I can hear the words you say/I wish that you would shut up” - Festival Song by Good Charlotte

“Light breaks underneath a heavy door/And I try to keep myself awake/Fall all around us on our hotel floor/And you think that you've made a mistake/And there's a pain in my stomach from another sleepless binge/And I struggled to get myself up again” - Globes and Maps by Something Corporate

“you see, it's never bad enough /to just leave or give up/but, it’s never good enough to feel right” - This Photograph is Proof (I know You Know) by Taking Back Sunday

“Days swiftly come and go./I'm dreaming of her/She's seeing other guys/Emotions they stir/The sun is gone./The nights are long/And I am left while the tears fall.” - Swing, Swing by All American Rejects

“And when it all goes to hell, /will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.” - The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - by Fall Out Boy

“But I’m too tired to go to sleep tonight/And I’m too weak to follow dreams tonight/For the first time in a long time I can say/That I want to try to get better and/Overcome each moment/In my own way.” - Even If It Kills Me by Motion City Soundtrack

“Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet/Wishing to be the friction in your jeans/Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him?/I'm just a notch in your bedpost/But you're just a line in a song” - Sugar We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy

“I'm gonna tear your ass up like we just got married/And you're all mine now/Tonight is the night we've been waiting for all our lives/Or maybe for just tonight” - Bedroom Talk by The Starting Line

“I tried to be perfect/It just wasn’t worth it/Nothing could ever be so wrong/It’s hard to believe me/It never gets easy/I guess I knew that all along” - Pieces by Sum 41

“And the mindless comfort grows/When I'm alone with my 'great' plans/And this is what she says gets her through it/"If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?/If not now, when?" - For Me This Is Heaven by Jimmy Eat World

“I've given a lot of thought to the nights we use to have/the days have come and gone/our lives went by so fast” - There Is by Box Car Racer

“Forgive me, I'm trying to find/My calling, I'm calling at night/I don't mean to be a bother,/But have you seen this girl?/She's been running through my dreams/And it's driving me crazy, it seems/I'm going to ask her to marry me” - Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

“Are you gonna live your life standing in the back looking around?/Are you gonna waste your time?/Gotta make a move or you'll miss out.” - A Praise Chorus by Jimmy Eat World

“I just can't look, it's killing me/And taking control/Jealousy, turning saints into the sea/Swimming through sick lullabies/Choking on your alibis/But it's just the price I pay/Destiny is calling me/Open up my eager eyes/'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside” - Mr. Brightside by The Killers

“Hey, you know they're all the same./You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in./Live right now, just be yourself./It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.” - The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

“The angry boy, a bit too insane/Icing over a secret pain/You know you don't belong/You're the first to fight, you're way to loud/You're the flash of light on a burial shroud/I know something's wrong/Well everyone I know has got a reason to say/Put the past away” - Jumper by Bedlight For Blue Eyes version

“Since the day I met you/And after all we've been through/I'm still a dick/I’m addicted to you” - Addicted by Simple Plan

“I got a couple addictions/But I swear that I'm coming clean/I got a new way of thinking/Yeah, you're bringing out the best in me” - Chemicals Collide by Boys Like Girls

“I can't remember the time or place,/or what you were wearing,/it's unclear about how we met,/ all I know it was the best conversation that I've ever had,/to this day I never found someone,/with eyes as wide as yours” - The Story So Far by New Found Glory

“What if I wanted to fight/Beg for the rest of my life/What would you do?/You say you wanted more/What are you waiting for?/I'm not running from you” - The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars

“Your eyes were covered in sunglasses /When they first met mine/I sat there and stared at you /You didn't seem to mind” - I Don’t Wanna Know by New Found Glory

“We drive tonight,/and you are by my side./We're talking about our lives,/like we've known each other forever./the time flies by,/with the sound of your voice./its close to paradise,/with the end surely near./and if i could only stop the car/and hold onto you,/and never let go (and never let go)/i'll never let go (i'll never let go)/as we round the corner/to your house/you turned to me and said,/"i'll be going through withdrawal of you/for this one night we have spent."/and, i want to/speak these words/but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,/and accept "someday, somehow"/as the words that we'll hang from.” - Tiger Lily by Matchbook Romance

“Think i'm dying without you here/so i drink myself to sleep/and then i hide beneath the sheet/and i try to disappear” - Dumb Reminders by No Use for a Name

“First my car broke down/So then I had to hitch a ride/I was almost there/When the motor died” - My Life Story by MxPx

“Now here I sit, so far away./Remembering all our memories./It's times like these that I miss you most,/Remembering when we were so close.” - Jaded (These Years) by Mest

“Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you./Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,/They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right./Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!” - Misery Business by Paramore

“We're traveled like gypsies/Only with worse luck and far less gold/The kids you used to love/But then we grew old/We're the lifers here til the bitter end/Condemned from the start/Ashamed of the way/The songs and the words own the beating of our hearts” - Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year by Fall Out Boy

“She/She's figured out /All her doubts were someone else's point of view/Waking up this time to smash the silence with the brick of self control/Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?/Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?/Scream at me until my ears bleed/I'm taking heed just for you” - She by Green Day

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big brother is watching; part 1

ship: wincest rating: teen (for right now) ao3 link tags: language summary: people start winding up dead in a gated community which wouldn’t have caused the winchesters to blink an eye if it wasn’t for the fact that the houses that these victims were killed in were under surveillance. complete surveillance. the ‘big brother community’ prides itself in watching after the well being of all their tenants by putting up cameras all around the houses to watch after them for their safety (because there’s nothing like having a guy behind a computer screen watching your every move to really make you feel safe). but regardless, people are dying and fortunately (or unfortunately), sam and dean have to go undercover as a married couple to try to find the monster. the only problem is, they seem to hate each other which only is made worse when they are forced to live together as a happy couple. word count: 2,299 a/n: so ignore the bad description but i am kinda excited about this series. the title comes from the book 1984 by george orwell. this will not be the ending of the series. not by a long shot (obviously but i just had to get things set up). get ready for a pining, angsty, hating each other, hiding feelings, painful realizations wincest series.

“So you mean that I have to be under house arrest with this man?” Sam all but exclaimed, pointing his thumb towards Dean who was currently stuffing his face with another fucking burger, like the whole predicament didn’t bother him at all. What so ever.

Dean made a face and swallowed thickly before wiping the back of his hand across his face and coming to his own defense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam. I’m a joy to be around.”

“Yeah, define joy.” Sam mumbled and Dean made another face at his brother before taking interest in his burger again. Ever since Dean had returned from hell it was like he couldn’t eat enough burgers. And what infuriated Sam more than Dean eating was the fact that he could pack away a dozen of those things and never seem to gain a pound.

“I know that this isn’t the ideal scenario, Sam, but sometimes you have to do things that you don’t want to do.” Bobby sighed, clearly not in the mood to deal with Sam’s melodramatic ‘i actually miss brother and want to be around him but i’m pissed at him for whatever reason’ bullshit. “Dean and I certainly can’t pretend to be fake husbands…” Dean visibly shuddered at that thought. “So it has to be you, Sam. We can’t risk anymore lives trying to come up with a different plan.

Sam narrowed his eyes at the old man, hating the fact that he was seriously playing the ‘there’s lives here at stake and we gotta save them all” card, like Sam didn’t already know that. But did he really have to go through all of this, pretending to be Dean’s husband just to catch a monster.

Well, he’s done a lot more for a lot less.

Sam turned to face Dean, throwing his hands up in the air, an exasperated sigh falling past his lips. “And you’re just perfectly fine with this? Being fake married to me?”

Dean and Bobby shared a look, having a private conversation that lasted all of a fraction of a second, speaking in some language that Sam obviously didn’t know, before Dean turned back to face Sam. “I mean, yeah. It’s not like we’re gonna have to have sex out in public or anything. It’s honestly not any different than the living situation that we have here already. You practically live out of my pocket. All we hafta do is put a fake ring on it.”

“Oh yeah, just put a ring on it. I mean, it’s not like I can just put you out in the dog house, they have the entire fucking house under surveillance. We’re gonna have to share a bed. Pretend to like each other.”

Nevermind the fact that when they were kids, Dean could hardly kick Sam out of his bed.

“We’ve done it before.” Dean stated simply, obviously thinking about to their childhood. “A lot of times actually.”

“We were kids! Kids, Dean. Who knows how long we’re going to have to pretend to be married.”

Bobby sighed, dropping the book that he was holding onto the wooden desk, looking between the two brothers. “So, you’re not going to do it, Sam?”

“Of course I’m going to do it! You said it yourself, Bobby. There are lives at stake and it’s our job to save them.” Sam didn’t keep the mocking tone out of his voice. “I just don’t like the way that we have to do it.

Dean then abruptly stood from his seat, done with his burger, a grin on his face. “Alrighty, wheels are rolling in ten.” And then he grabbed the side of Sam’s face only to press a wet, sloppy, obnoxious kiss with every intent to annoy Sam even more to his cheek. “Let’s go see our new house… Samatha.”

And Sam heard him laughing all the way up the stairs to the room that Bobby had spared him.

“I am going to kill him before we even find the monster.” Sam warned Bobby as he climbed to his own feet, heading to his room to start packing for lord knows how long.

***

“A gated community, complete with a pool, a gym, a patio for all your friends and family to gather, a rec room for the kids and so much more great, exclusive luxuries for the members of the Big Brother Community. These newly remodeled houses are furnished with all of your needs and wants. And the one thing that Big Brother prides themselves in is the state of the art home security system that is placed within each house, monitoring you and your family day in and day out, giving you peace of mind that everything will be alright.” Sam read off from the website out to Dean, cringing at the thought of video cameras set up inside the houses watching his every move. “Tell me again who thought that it would be a good idea to have your entire house videotaped.” He mumbled more to himself than to anyone else.

Dean glanced over at Sam, his eyebrows still furrowed as he read through the website, trying to collect as much information as they could before they moved in.

Despite the fact that having the entire place hooked up a camera made his skin crawl, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of excitement blooming in his gut. I don’t know, there was just something about the prospect of being with Sam for however long this would take that made Dean think, made Dean hope that maybe Sam would see…

He shook his head, turning back to the road, not letting himself think about those traitorous thoughts plague him at the moment.

Whatever he wanted from Sam wasn’t going to happen, especially not when he was forced to pretend to be his husband. If Sam could run, he would.

“You think that they’ll have cameras in the bedroom?” Dean asked, breaking the silence that settled over them. He glanced over at Sam only to find that Sam was staring at him quizzically. “You know, we could have some fun with that.” He smirked, trying to joke despite the fact that it felt like his heart was suddenly going to explode with how hard it was pumping in his chest.

Sam only rolled his eyes and scoffed, turning back to the computer and tried to ignore the fact that he suddenly felt very warm at the thought that Dean was implying. He didn’t want that, didn’t want Dean in that way, okay?

At least… not anymore at. He didn’t think that… he… did.

And it turns out that they did have a video camera in the bedroom. In fact, there was a camera in every room, including the master suite bathroom which would be the one that Sam would most likely be using, much to his dismay. The people who watched the monitors might grow ever so suspicious if he never used the master bath. Luckily all the other bathrooms in the house, the one on the first floor and the one in the guest bedroom didn’t have a camera. ‘For the comfort of your guest.’ Larry, the real estate agent who was settling him and Dean into their new house said. ‘Not everyone is as open to having their lives being surveillanced and we don’t want to alienate your friends and family. They are as welcomed to this community as you y’all are.’

Sam resisted the urge to snort at that.

Like anyone would be comfortable enough to have their whole life on display, the only thing between keeping them off the internet would be the old guy in the control room that really just needed to go ahead and start drawing his retirement check. The guy probably couldn’t even see anything five feet in front of him, even with those glasses.

However, as much as Sam hated the place, feeling like he was being over analyzed with those cameras everywhere, he couldn’t deny the fact that the house was nice. The website wasn’t wrong, it was fully furnished. Nice, new clean furniture. A huge kitchen that Dean may or may not had geeked out about as soon as he saw it (and Sam might or might not have found that really fucking adorable before he realized that he hated this and for Dean talking them in for taking this job in the first place and turned around to walk through the rest of the house).

The house was big. The yard was even bigger and the only thing that the house was missing was food, food and their clothes.

Sam silently agreed to move in all their belongings, trying to not make it obvious to the cameras that he was hiding weapons all over the place (he was merely curious, alright? He totally wasn’t hiding a knife in that cookie jar) and Dean took the Impala to the nearest grocery store to stock up on food.

If they were going to have to act like a married couple, they were going to have to actually act like a married couple inside and outside of the house.

And they needed to act normal.

Luckily that meant that they would get up and leave for ‘work’ in the morning when in reality they would be casing the joint, checking out the other crime scenes when they could only to arrive back home by six for dinner, a tv show or two, a shower and then bed.

It would be simply enough, right?

Night came quicker than any brother could have imagined. Dean had cooked up these most amazing burgers (Sam wouldn’t admit it if you asked him but they really were fucking good) and they sat at an actual dinner table and very quickly Sam told Dean that he hadn’t found anything in the house that meant monsters, they dug into the burgers, an easy kind of silence falling over them as they ate.

There wasn’t much to watch on TV and they both decided to turn in early for the night, the thought of sleeping in that huge king size bed, surrounded by white blankets and softness and the stupid thought of safety appealing to the both of them.

Dean cleaned up the kitchen real quick as Sam turned off the TV and made sure that all the doors were locked and all the windows were salted, they both headed up stairs, nerves running through both their bodies.

The first night of their fake, brand new lives.

Sam was the first one in bed, choosing to stick to his side of the bed and he could make out the dark figure of Dean moving around the room. Sam’s heart only seemed to beat even harder.

Everything seemed so quiet and neither one of them wanted to breathe for fear that the other would hear the nerves just racing through them.

“Just...just don’t make things weird.” Sam whispered out into the dark as Dean settled into bed beside him.

There were several long moments of silence before Dean spoke up. “Make things weird. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know. Just don’t make things weird. We’re just sharing a bed together, that’s all.” Sam repeated, trying to make it sound like that meant something.

They’ve shared a bed before, dammit, so why was this so different?

Because you’re fake married to your brother, dumbass. Sam’s brain screamed out at him. The one thing that you’ve always wanted to happen finally happening… but only because he’s forced too. He would never…

“Thanks Sherlock for that wonderful deduction.” Dean replied, his sleep rough voice yanking Sam out of his thought.

Sam hit aimlessly behind him, barely catching Dean and he just chuckled.

Everything fell silent for a couple of moments before Dean started moving around, squirming like a five year old and then all of the sudden Sam felt his arm land on top of him. Sam groaned out in annoyance before shaking his arm off only to have him place it back on top of him again.

“Seriously, Dean, are you like five?” Sam hissed. “Keep your damn hands and arms to yourself and stay on your side of the bed.” Sam groaned having no patience to deal with his immature behavior. This was all too much and he was too tired and all he wanted to do was sleep, figure out what the hell was killing these people and then stop being fake married to his brother.

Sam heard Dean chuckle from beside him and he still didn’t move his arm off his body.

Sam rolled over and with all the strength that he had, he pushed him from off the bed. The blankets that were wrapped around him, were pulled from the bed as he fell off, landing with a heavy thud and then several curses slipped from his lips directed towards Sam and his sudden immature behavior but Sam already rolled back over, pulling the little bit of blankets that he had left on the bed up over his shoulders and closed his eyes.

“Until you learn how to act like an adult and sleep like one, you can stay down there.” Sam called out into the dark.

Only a few seconds later, Sam felt the bed dip from beside his as Dean crawled back next to him, grumbling about how it was completely unnecessary for you to push him out of the bed like that but he learned his lesson.

He kept his hands to himself.

And through the dark, in the corner of the room, where the camera was placed, the red light blinked, watching and recording as the monster uncoiled from the shadows, ready to stretch it’s fingers again.

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#wincest #wincest series #mywincest #supernatural #big brother is watching #thoughts comments and opinions are always welcomed #so this actually isn't the fic that i was talking about #but it's a fic nonetheless #so i didn't lie #i posted something today #yay #i apologize for bad writing #i should be in bed but i'm up writing this #sue me