guiltyhipster:

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

Snugglebird

almaasi:

Cas is stealing Dean’s clothes to make a nest! (5.3k, G)

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“And, once the birds have chosen their mate, the nesting begins.”

Deep in the blue cavern of the Dean Cave (also known as The Fortress of Dean-a-tude) the TV mumbled calmly, while birds on screen hopped around their mates, snuggled up on branches, and brought each other feathers and fluff to add to their nest.

Dean snoozed on his plaid-backed recliner, beer in hand, other hand limp in the popcorn bowl he shared with Cas, busy trying to keep his eyes open. The room was kept permanently dim, and the metal kegs hanging from the ceiling poured coloured light onto the concrete, reflected, giving Dean and Castiel’s chins a faint pink-and-blue glow. Dean felt warm and quiet inside, and although it was past his bedtime, he didn’t wanna go yet.

“The pair works together to create a suitable shelter for the coming months, a home where they will lay their eggs and raise their young.”

Dean’s eyelids drooped. He blinked hard, sitting up a bit, working his shoulders back to take off his plaid shirt. He balled it up like a pillow and stuffed it on the right wooden arm of his chair, then rotated himself to lie down. The wooden arm hit at his shoulders, but the makeshift pillow softened the blow.

The chair was only a one-seater, so his legs hooked over the other armrest. Castiel moved the popcorn bowl out of the way so Dean’s socked feet could slide onto his lap.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed?” Castiel asked, still holding the popcorn. “And doesn’t your chair tip back, anyway?”

“Mmh.” Dean kept his eyes on the birds.

“Both mates share in the responsibility of finding materials for the nest, seeking loose feathers, bits of dry grass, even stealing insulation from inside the walls of a house.”

Dean smiled, watching the little sparrow pop its head out from between the bricks, pink fluff in its beak. It fluttered out into the blue, hopping to join its mate in the nest.

Dean shut his eyes, just for a minute. He let the cozy warmth overtake him…

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“Dean.” Castiel watched Dean slipping from consciousness, lips parting. More quietly, Castiel urged, “Dean, go to bed.”

But Dean was already asleep.

Castiel watched for a while, with a happy tingle in his heart. Dean looked so soft, and so… adorable. The love Castiel had for him seemed to double every time he caught a glimpse of him like this, guard down, at peace, safe under Castiel’s watch.

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i mean, this is doubly impressive since my presence here has been practically ghostly this past year or two, even more so the past couple of months

THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT, especially for my 80 well-loved Destiel fics, which people continue to read every day, even though i haven’t been healthy enough to post/promo very often.

i love you, unfathomable number of wonderful, special people. even the porn/spam/bot blogs, maybe?

but mostly i wish to honour the people who come back to look at this blog every day (there’s about 100 of you, hi there), or read every post, or like and reblog things, and send me messages (and are then SO PATIENT when i literally never reply)

also, an update: still working on a fic, but given the rate i’ve been writing (this ENTIRE MONTH and it’s 18k currently), it won’t be done until early April, and not posted until mid- or late April, health permitting. but i illustrated it!!! here’s a preview

it’s called The House That Wanted to Be a Garden and the main concept…. uh, besides the importance of believing in forest fairies? let’s call it “Dean accidentally moves in and Cas is totally okay with it”.

really looking forward to posting it and sharing it with some amazing Destiel, fairy, and garden-loving pals ♥

(please wish me good health and a good brain and a good internet connection so i can get it done asap!!!)

dcbb: finished

me: tired

tomorrow: more writing!!! new fic!!! endless cycle of stories and ideas what is a writer’s block and where can i buy one

hello friends

i have an idea for a new fic (entitled Operation Garlick Bred)

and i’m doing a survey to figure out which animal Cas is keeping illegally in an apartment which doesn’t allow pets!!!

plz assist my decision-making~!