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Wayward Road
Wayward Road is, well, wayward. We're still mostly here and we are definitely mostly on crack. I will bully Intro into relinking our socials soon but im not that smart. This isnt a confession to bullying intro tho. Anyways, thanks for being here. We do actally inted to carry on writng, theres jus... theres a lot of tangents okay. SPN fans. but also we like 911, genshin, kinnporsche and a bunch of other shindnickles, so we may multifanodm dump along the way (multifandom distractoin, on tumblr, ik shocking). Ayways your welcome guys...
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Introduction To IT
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whoever is writing my life has got mad writers block bc wtf am i doing
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It’s been slow going recently, but at least it’s something.
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Hi loyal tumblr follower,
Just your local social media Barbie here. Coming to you all from the new and improved 911genshinkinnatural tumblr. Just wanted to let you all know, we’re still alive and well and updates coming soon. Who knew it would take so long to write 320 episodes? Not us, that’s for sure.
Anyways, thank you to those who have stuck around and we can’t wait to share our creative works of genius in the maybesomedaybutnever future.
#I was told I could post whatever I wanted#so this is what happened#supernatural#911genshinkinnnatural
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“I’ve been here for a very long time. And I remember many things.”
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Thread of links to Ukrainian Aide organizations (x)
#ukraine#signal boost#ukrainian crisis#!!!#we hope all of our followers and fellow spn family are fine and will continue to be!!
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Insane how we’re animals
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THRUSDAY THOUGHTS
PROMPT OF THE WEEK:
Cas wakes dean up in the middle of the night for a reason of your choosing
as always, tag us with #waywardwriters or #waywardroad, or just @ us, if you do write something, otherwise we'll post ours on tall tales tuesday
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p.s. doing wellness wednesdays is laughable because we are not well
but... we roll
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we all just organised our irl work so we can get it all done. some healthy complaining (lots) and some healthy timetabling.
wellness wednesday tip: take a minute to vent to your friends about your workload and then talk through how your going to get it done bit by bit
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Tall Tales Tuesdays
For our prompt night on Thursday, I wrote this little thing about Cassie’s feelings during her relationship with Dean until after their break up. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
The Truth
Cassie was head over heels for Dean. He was a lot of things. She thought his little freckles were adorable and she took pleasure in his confidence because all the guys before him always backed down from an argument. She loved his humor and his laid-back attitude. But that wasn’t why she fell in love with him.
Being with Dean wasn’t easy. It meant Dean randomly zoning out in the middle of a conversation. Cassie could never quite figure out a specific pattern but what she did notice was Dean’s absent-minded stare whenever she brought up his childhood or family. He was looking at her. But he was also looking right through her. His eyes looked weary - not the type of weary you would see on someone’s face after a long shift at work. He looked… weary of life. It reminded her of a young man she had once interviewed who had gotten dragged into drug trafficking at the age of twelve. It was one of the most impressive conversations she’s had during her career but also the most heartbreaking. He spoke highly of the program that helped him get sober and was beaming when he mentioned the family he had built for himself during that time. But she would never forget the way all color had faded from his face the moment she brought up his parents. Apparently, they had forced him into working for them as their own addiction caused them to deteriorate further and further.
Dean’s apathetic glare confused her to no end because this one was a mystery she felt incapable of solving. She knew quite a few things about Dean’s life. His dad was a plumber, but Dean had always wanted to be mechanic. Nevertheless, he decided to join his father’s business after his brother had left for college. His mum died of a rare disease when he was still a kid. His dad used to take him to a lot of baseball games as a kid. His uncle taught him how to play baseball. All of these facts about his life didn’t feel like lies. But they also weren’t the truth. From the day they met, Cassie felt intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding this young man who just stumbled into town and stole her heart. And maybe it was the reporter in her that refused to give up. In all honesty, Dean was an idiot to think he could fool a reporter. And, eventually, Cassie would uncover the truth.
Being with Dean also meant being awoken at 2 a.m., a direful scream echoing through the room and startling Cassie out of her sleep. It also meant being lied to, frequently.
She would snuggle up to him, careful not to startle him any more than he already was.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Just had a bad dream is all,” he’d reply with a strained smile. But the eyes staring back at Cassie spoke a different language.
“It doesn’t look like nothing, you know. You can’t shut me out all of the time. The things I’ve seen in the past few years doing this job… whatever it is you’re not telling me. I can take it. I’m not gonna run like some shallow bitch who’s only looking for a good time. I’m in this for the long run. The question is: Are you?”
In retrospect, Cassie never got an answer to her question.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“What’s the thing that’s haunting you at night?”
She did get a lot of answers to her questions, just not the ones she was expecting to hear. And if she was being absolutely honest with herself, Dean Winchester was the one time in her life where she couldn’t handle the truth. It didn’t make sense. She was a reporter. Reporters didn’t believe in fairy tales and legends. They believe in clues, patterns, and evidence. Every strange occurrence in this town had some sort of reason that would eventually come out. The truth always came out. But what does the word truth mean when you love someone?
#tall tales tuesdays#thursday themes#cassie robinson#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#wayward writers#wayward road#this is c by the way#this is just a really short thing that is unbeta-ed so i apologize for any mistakes or weird sentences lol#what even is their ship name? dassie?#dassie
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