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so fucking proud of us channelling all our hurt, anger, and pain into doing so much good. i really chose to be on the right side of the fandom, huh?

links to donate to ‘the castiel project’ (for the trevor project), and the ‘dean winchester is love’ fundraiser (for national alliance on mental illness)

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Is Destiel Canon Yet ?

11/5/2020: Yes.

#still awol but like that the actual fuck #destiel

[thursdays-fallen-angel]

Hi guys!

To anyone who sees this: I’m so sorry for letting both my tumblr and my ao3 lapse. As we’re all well aware by today, the 800th day of March, life is a bitch sometimes. Doesn’t excuse the fact that I’ve detached from a fandom space I love, projects I’m passionate about, and people I adore, but despite the guilt of it... sometimes things just need to change. You know?

I’m not sure if or when I’ll get back to writing (although my ongoing stories will always live on in my heart, and maybe in original story form one day), but I made the choice today to change my ao3 username. For reasons I won’t get into, I wasn’t comfortable in my previous username anymore, and since my itch was to either delete everything I’ve written or change names... I figured this was the better choice.

All of my writing can be found at ThursdaysWaywardWriter - a play on this tumblr url and the fact that I am, in fact, wayward right now. If you’re someone who enjoys my writing, please continue to do so. I may not be actively writing or responding to comments, but getting new notifications and kudo emails still warm my heart. Being able to distract someone for even just a few hours is one of the absolute best things.

So to anyone reading this: thank you. I love you. Carry on. 💙

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Hi guys!

To anyone who sees this: I’m so sorry for letting both my tumblr and my ao3 lapse. As we’re all well aware by today, the 800th day of March, life is a bitch sometimes. Doesn’t excuse the fact that I’ve detached from a fandom space I love, projects I’m passionate about, and people I adore, but despite the guilt of it... sometimes things just need to change. You know?

I’m not sure if or when I’ll get back to writing (although my ongoing stories will always live on in my heart, and maybe in original story form one day), but I made the choice today to change my ao3 username. For reasons I won’t get into, I wasn’t comfortable in my previous username anymore, and since my itch was to either delete everything I’ve written or change names... I figured this was the better choice.

All of my writing can be found at ThursdaysWaywardWriter - a play on this tumblr url and the fact that I am, in fact, wayward right now. If you’re someone who enjoys my writing, please continue to do so. I may not be actively writing or responding to comments, but getting new notifications and kudo emails still warm my heart. Being able to distract someone for even just a few hours is one of the absolute best things.

So to anyone reading this: thank you. I love you. Carry on. 💙

#and maybe wake me up when s15 ends #makenna’s writing

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Okay, so, I know you're basically on hiatus (hope you're doing well!) and I know you posted it four years ago but I just came across that pregnancy test ficlet you wrote (post / 140651883710). And I'm d y i n g. It's ridiculously perfect and utterly hilarious and I LOVE. IT. And I had to let you know. Thank you for writing it!! ❤️️

Ahhhhh, thank you so much!! I may not be active on here these days, but I’m still around enough to see some notes, and I’m glad that ficlet has gotten a bit of extra mileage lately. It’s definitely one I had a ton of fun writing, and I still love it a lot.

Seriously though, thank you for taking the time to message me this, you’ve made my day. 💙💙

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I wouldn’t normally engage with this sort of post, but the input in this particular thread from @casthewise and @willowywings is too dead-on for me to not want it saved on my blog forever. And to add my own two cents:

Writing shouldn’t be about popularity and feedback or follow ratios. Looking at it like that is disrespectful, not only to readers, as outlined above, but also to other writers. It’s disrespectful to writers who aren’t well-known to the broader scope of the fandom, who would never dare to even consider giving themselves the title of BNF. It’s disrespectful to the writers who actually care about their readers as individual people, not statistics. It’s disrespectful to writers who are genuinely passion about writing and creating, without giving a fuck about their stats or notes page.

When you’re creating, it’s understandable to want feedback. Everyone needs validation, and getting praise for something you didn’t expect to be praised for is an amazing feeling. But if you’re only creating for that praise... what’s the point? If you’re expecting the praise to come pouring in every time you hit post, how good can it actually make you feel? If it’s an expectation instead of a pleasant surprise, what value does it have at all?

And furthermore, if you aren’t writing for YOU, then why bother doing it? If there isn’t genuine love and passion behind the things you’re creating, put into every word—why should readers be expected to pick up the slack and love it enough for both of you?

I love writing. I always have, and I always will. And yet, I’ve let myself slide away from being an active member of the fandom. Not because I don’t love writing (I still come up with AU ideas almost daily, and do plenty of work on original story ideas, many of which I’m completely fine knowing will never reach even a single reader). Not because I don’t love SPN anymore (I still rep tshirts and have fan art on my walls, and have every Funko in the set). Not because I don’t thoroughly appreciate each and every like/reblog/kudos/hit I ever receive on any one of my works (because omfg, do I).

All of this, and yet I’ve slipped away from active fandom because I don’t need it. For a while, the consistency of the SPN fandom was an essential part of my life. I wrote drabbles and longfics and answered prompts because it was great motivation for me to be doing something productive in a time when I didn’t have much else going in that category. I’ve always loved to write, so doing it with a perceived purpose—sharing it with people who loved to read and write just as much as I do, with no solid expectations from anyone—made me feel good. But now? I just started my first full time job. I have a girlfriend I love dearly who I’m about to visit for the first time. I’m balancing a busier home life than ever before. And I’m able to do all of this BECAUSE fandom is lax, and there are no rigid expectations put on anyone just by being here. And that lets me still love this fandom without actively participating in a pre-outlined way.

This fandom and the people in it have helped me grow in more ways than I could possibly describe, and for that, I will always be grateful. But the minute we start putting expectations on our creators and consumers is the minute we stop being a community that culminates growth. We stop being open and friendly and inviting. And no writer likes getting demands that we produce more, faster, better—so why the hell would readers like to be demanded to like, comment, subscribe? Fandom is an open economy built on giving and our shared love of a product. This isn’t supposed to be capitalism.

If all that matters to you is hits and feedback and fake praise that you’ve threatened people to receive—maybe this isn’t the place for you.

like it or not, some of your favourite fan work creators are going to start moving on after SPN ends, so if y’all want any chance at keeping them you better start showing them the love they deserve with your likes/reblogs/kudos/comments.

#fandom

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cas || nuclear [+15x06]

Made for my wonderful friend @thursdays-fallen-angel - hope you enjoy, love you my dude!

Song: Nuclear by Nik Ammar 

(contains one scene from 15x06) 

#jess!!!! omfg!!!!!!! #this is the most wonderful thing ive ever seen!!!!!!!!! #youre so fantastic!!! and talented!!!!! #thank you 😭 #castiel #video #fave

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Quick Announcement

Hi everyone!

Both the admins of this network currently have a lot going on in their personal lives, so we are posting to see if anyone would like to join us and be a part of the mod team for our network. 

If you think you would be interested in helping out with the server and/or discord, please message us privately through our inbox. At the moment, we just want expressions of interest. No requirements of any kind at this point in time. 

Thank you!

-DCFN Mods 

#thanks in advance guys <3 #signal boost

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The Vampire and the Hunter  Commission for @castielrisingabove 2.2k words.

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It’s because of Dean’s nightly walks that he finds him. 

The walks weren’t always a tradition of his. Walks are usually boring to him. But ever since Dean was assigned to the small town in Maryland, he’s been feeling oddly suffocated. It could be the tiny size of the church that he preaches in every Sunday. It could be the narrow-mindedness of the people around him. It could be the increased miles between him and his brother. 

It could be the murders in town that brought him to Maryland in the first place.

Whatever the reason, Dean had taken to going on a nightly walk to clear his mind and engage his thoughts. He was heading home, taking a shortcut through the forest, when he stumbled upon an unusually large log.

He caught his balance and squinted at the ground. Not a log. A person.

Dean knows he’s a priest and shouldn’t swear, but he also knows he’s not a very good priest, so when he sees the man lying on the ground in a fetal position, wrapped in tattered clothes, Dean breathes out, “Jesus Christ.”

He’s unconscious, as far as Dean can tell. Or dead; there’s dirt all over the man’s face and his lips are blue. Dean subconsciously pulls his coat around him tighter. 

Leaning down next to the man, he lightly pats at the man’s cheeks. The man flinches and moans. 

“We you’re not dead,” Dean says. “That’s good.” He pulls at the man’s thin shirt. “Hey. Buddy. Can you stand?”

The man groans again. Dean’s eyes track the movement of the man’s hands, where they’re pressed up against his stomach: dark red blood is blotting his white shirt. 

“Shit,” Dean whispers. “Okay. Okay, listen. I’m gonna help you, okay? But you need to do some of the leg work. My house is a mile from here, and I can’t carry you the whole way. You understand?” 

The man’s eyes flicker open; they’re a brilliant blue and hazy, but cognizant. He licks his dry lips and nods. 

“All right. Here we go.” Dean grabs the man by one arm, snakes his arm around the man’s waist, takes a steadying breath, and lifts him to the ground. The man cries out, scrambling his feet against the wet leaves, helping Dean put him upright. They find their balance leaning against each other. The man, barely conscious, lolls his head against Dean’s shoulder.

“What’s your name?” Dean asks. 

“Castiel,” the man says hoarsely. 

“I’m Dean. And I’m gonna get you help, okay?” 

Castiel says, in a gravelly voice, “If I die, burn me.” 

“Well. I dunno if we’re there yet, buddy.” Dean hooks Castiel’s arm around his neck, bears most of his weight on his injured side. “Let’s focus on getting you somewhere warm.” 

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#omFG this is phenomenal #destiel #vampire!cas #priest!dean

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J E S S, you’re so SWEET and WONDERFUL, and I love you!! Thank you so much 😭😭😭

Happy Birthday Makenna!

A big big BIG happy birthday to my wonderful friend @thursdays-fallen-angel​. Makenna, Grandmother, Pope – you have been such an amazing friend to me over this past year. Through the ups and downs you’ve supported me and helped me get through a difficult and long year. I couldn’t be more grateful for your friendship. 

So as a birthday present I gift you this poem. I felt I would’ve given up after my first poem if it weren’t for you and Ari. I’m still learning, my writing has still got a long way to go, but you and Ari’s words encourage me every day. So as a thank you gift, this poem is for you.

Love you and have an amazing birthday. You deserve it, dude. 

I like to watch the waves, as they caress the shore. The way they move so smoothly, flawlessly, as if they are coming home.

We used to watch the waves, the two of us together; On the shoreline of  Fernandina Beach, where Florida meets Georgia.

We would travel for hours to see the waves, in the car you treasured so dearly. We’d drive across the country, on long roads, just for that one view.

You asked me one day about the waves. You asked whether I remembered. If I had any recollection, of the day, when they were brought to life.

“The day God created the waves? I don’t remember that day.  I was far too young and the world far too new, for me to recall.”

You turned back to the waves, and huffed a small breath. I heard the way your lungs moved, in and out, like the water down below.

I asked you why you liked the waves, and at first, you could not answer. But then you said that they had a beauty, a purity, that you had never seen before.

Your favourite view was the waves, so you asked me what was mine. I stayed silent and stared, straight ahead,  as the ocean swallowed the sun.

I used to think we would be like the waves, always coming home to each other. Until the day you left and disappeared, from the shore, only to never return.

They tell me you are in a better place now, I know that to be true. Yet no amount of sympathies or optimistic thoughts, could make me bear the pain of missing you.

I wish I could go back to the day of the waves, so that I could tell you the truth. That my favourite view, in this whole world. would always be you.

#youre such a good and wonderful friend #the bestest bean #😭😭😭

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15x03 coda for Cas

Castiel drove for two nights before the exhaustion caught up with him.

The feeling was unusual. So was the driving – it was still disconcerting that something that used to take moments could take days. He fumbled his way through a motel transaction, barely able to keep his eyes open. When Castiel unlocked the door to his shabby living quarters, he collapsed on the bed, letting sleep envelope him.

A voice roused Castiel from his deep slumber. Exhausted, Castiel couldn’t pinpoint who was speaking, though in his chest he knew the speaker is familiar. Around him, however, was nothing but dark fog. No way to see whoever was haunting him.

You’re going to come back to us, Castiel, the voice boomed.

Angels. Castiel scowled. Of course he couldn’t escape them, angels in his nightmares was particularly fitting. Still, he couldn’t quite identify the speaker. Uriel, maybe? Even though he was gone, he had been one of the angels Castiel had served alongside.

“I’ve made my choice,” Castiel called out to the darkness, trying to sound more brave than he felt. “I’m not coming back.”

Laughter echoed in the mist. You think you have a choice?

“God is gone,” Castiel replied, “We all have a choice.”

Even you can’t change what you are, the voice retorted.

“What am I?” Castiel laughed, “Broken? A cracked vessel?”

You’re a hammer, Castiel. A tool. That’s all.

A chill settled in Castiel’s heart, the words catching in his throat. A tool. He was more than that, right? He…he had to be.

No retort? The voice paused and Castiel could hear strains of victory in the tone, You know I’m right.

Castiel closed his eyes, dashing away the flickers of Uriel, Raphael, Naomi…of all the angels who had ever told him he was nothing. He imagined the pain of falling, the struggles he’d overcome. All without Heaven’s aid.

“You’re wrong,” Castiel growled, “I have grown.”

Oh, Cas, the voice grew louder and Castiel stepped backwards as he saw a figure emerge from the fog. You really are an idiot.

Castiel prepared for a fight, reviewing everyone’s weaknesses. Uriel favored his left side, Raphael preferred bulky weapons, Naomi –

–but it wasn’t an angel who faced Castiel.

It was Dean.

You’ll be back, Dean said, smiling at Castiel. His eyes, however, were dark with anger. The fight flooded out of Castiel, leaving him motionless, save for the traitorous tears that threatened to spill over.

Dean drew closer, and though they were close in height he seemed to tower over Castiel has he stood so close they could practically touch. Castiel flinched, bracing himself for a blow, but nothing came. Instead, Dean tilted Castiel’s chin up, grinning down at him with cold green eyes.

You’re nothing without us, Cas.

Castiel jolted awake in his empty motel room, unable to stop the ragged sobs bursting from his chest.

#this blog is now a britt appreciation blog #spn coda #15x03 #castiel #destiel #angst

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15x03 coda

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel’s deep voice rumbled through the phone speaker, “It’s been some time since we last spoke, but I’m coming home soon…I promise.”

“Hello, Dean. It’s been some time since we last spoke, but I’m coming home soon…I promise.”

“Hello, Dean, It’s been–”

“You have to stop listening to that damn voicemail,” Sam grumbled, his voice drowning out the rest of the recording as he entered the room, two cups of coffee in hand. He slid one to Dean without making eye contact.

It had been two weeks since Castiel had walked out; Dean hadn’t expected the affect it had on him and Sam. The night Castiel left, Dean was certain Sam would shout, would hit him, would do something…but instead, Sam’s face fell and he closed his bedroom door.

He’d been closed off ever since.

If Sam was a statue in his grief, Dean was the opposite – a powder keg, always on the verge of exploding. He’d nearly smashed his phone when a tentative phone call left only the reminder that Castiel’s inbox was full. He’d stolen the pillow out of Castiel’s bedroom, an odd combination of vengeance and despair. He’d even smashed the hood of the Lincoln Continental, still parked in the garage.

Now, of course, Dean had taken to replaying the only voicemail he had from Castiel. 

Dean pushed the coffee aside, tapping his phone again. 

“Hello, Dean–”

“That’s not healthy,“ Sam muttered into his coffee mug.

Dean’s head whipped up. “Got any other suggestions for dealing with our oldest friend abandoning us?’’

Sam sent Dean a sour glare, picking up his coffee so quickly it sloshed onto the table. “I can’t deal with this right now,” he snapped, “Enjoy the coffee and…whatever the hell you think that is going to do.”

With Sam gone, the silence was practically deafening. Dean took a shuddering breath, taking a gulp of his lukewarm coffee as he stared down the phone. Waited a moment, then pushed play once again.

“Hello Dean–” Dean paused the voicemail, closing his eyes.

“Hey, Cas,” he croaked, imagining Castiel leaning against the hood of his stupid truck. His tie hung loosely around his neck, a half-done attempt to fix it up after a hunt. 

“–It’s been some time since we last spoke–”

“I know,” Dean said softly, “I hate it.”

Castiel huffed, giving one of those half smiles he often did. Guarded, as though he expected his happiness to be fleeting. 

“–but I’m coming home soon–”

“Promise?” Dean whispered, trying not to imagine how Castiel’s eyes softened at the question, his whole body relaxing.  

“–I promise.” 

“Come home soon,” Dean breathed and for a moment, it seemed like Castiel would reply, would say something else, would actually try to come home–

The phone beeped, the silence returned and when Dean opened his eyes, he knew he was well and truly alone. 

#d e v a s t a t i n g #15x03 coda #destiel #angst

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please enjoy a reimagined version of the break up scene that I spent way too much time on

#hon #im crying #destiel #crack

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Hello, friends! I’ve fallen off of tumblr for a while now due to some personal factors (aka, it’s been sacrificed to keep my stress levels within the bounds of ‘sane’), and I’m not quite back yet, BUT!

To anyone who sees this—want a gishwhes registration, on me? I have a code ready to send to whoever wants to claim it! DM me or reply to this post if you’re interested. 😁

#shut up makenna #gish #gishwhes

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Hey! It’s me!

THEPOPEISDOPE, AUTHOR

I love writing wholesome fics with happy endings, no matter how much angst it takes to get to that happy ending. Destiel preferred.

AO3 / Tumblr @thursdays-fallen-angel

My minimum guaranteed word count is 3,000, and my opening bid price is $15.

Review My Options and Bid on Me!

#i should probably boost this 😬 #i may be inactive af right now but im still excited for this! #ficfacers #signal boost

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for @thursdays-fallen-angel 

Summary: Dean and Cas stargaze.

  Tags: married!destiel, drabble, mentions of greek mythology, stargazing 

Story is below the cut or read it here on my ao3! 

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#!!!!!!!!!! #Jess this is ADORABLE #and PERFECT #why are you so lovely #destiel #destiel fanfic #fave