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goodfemalecharacters:

A Destiel AU.

Chapter One: Air Force Down

Bzzz.  Bzzzzzz.  Bzzzzzzzzz.

Castiel groaned as he flopped over on to his stomach.   The crick in his neck—no matter how much yoga he did he couldn’t ever seem to wake up without it—complained loudly as he fumbled for his phone in the semidarkness.  He managed to knock over the glass of water on his bedside table and the top three books on his stack before he reached it.

The background of his phone—one of his plants in particularly good lighting in the lab that day—was completely obscured.  Castiel squinted down at the too-bright light, preparing to send Meg a flurry of angry texts, but the little notifications weren’t from text messages.  Castiel snatched his reading glasses up and shoved them on his nose.  The blurry text cleared.

The Washington Post: Air Force One Encounters Engine Trouble.

New York Times: Air Force One in Trouble Over Pacific.

And so on, a dozen little notifications with more popping up every time he scrolled down.  With every single little buzz of his phone, tension’s tight fingers clamped harder on Castiel’s heart until it felt like it had in high school what felt like a million years ago, like it was going to beat out of his chest.

Finally, a text.

Meg: Clarence, don’t turn on the TV.

Numbly, Castiel watched notifications come one after the other as every major news network in the world realized the same thing.

Air Force One had crashed with the President on board.

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Plot Bunnies, Plot Chickens, Etc.

ltleflrt:

trainedunprofessional:

ladydrace:

caitlynlynch:

jojo-sain:

birdybluejay:

anxietywontmakethewordsgo:

ace-of-black-hearts:

theriverscribe:

thequeervet:

petermorwood:

killerblackberrypie:

gallagherwitt:

As a lot of people aren’t familiar with plot creatures, I thought I’d shed some light on the members of the mental menagerie…

The Plot Bunny – Story ideas that come bounding in and start multiplying.

The Plot Chicken – They squawk, flap around, and shit everywhere, but
when you actually need to do something with them, they scatter.

The Plot Sloth – Takes its sweet goddamned time turning into something useful.

The Plot Mule – When you mash two plots together and get something
cool, but you can’t get a sequel out of it to save your life.

The
Plot Cat – Lazy little bastards who take up your headspace, scare away
all the other plot bunnies, but won’t actually do anything except lay
there.

The Plottweiler – Barks loudly and viciously so you can’t
ignore it, distracts you from everything else you want to write, but
leaves you too paralyzed with fear to actually put words down.

The Plot Squirrel – Cute, distracting, full of nuts, and just TRY to keep up with that train of thought.

The Plot Bedbug – Shows up during the night, chews on you so you can’t sleep, and disappears in the daylight.

The Plot Tick – Burrows in, bleeds you dry, and leaves you with the creepy-crawlies. Mostly preys on horror writers.

The Plotroach – Totally unappealing, but so tenacious they’ll survive anything until you finally give up and write them.

What Plot Creatures have you encountered?

@petermorwood

The Plot Shark – While you’re paddling happily along it surges out of nowhere and takes a big bite out of what you’re working on.

The Plotranha – Like the Plot Shark, but lots of smaller and more nibbly bites, often until there’s nothing left but a skeleton.

The Plotegrine Falcon – One of those ideas that looks great but, unless you’re very quick, will be gone before you know it’s there.

The Plot House-Mouse – related to the Plot Bedbug, it’s the idea that goes “skrit-skrit” late at night and keeps you from sleeping, partly because you know you can’t do anything about it until morning – by which time it’s gone all quiet. Attempts to trap it leaves a remnant that’s a lot less annoying but also a lot less attractive, and is usually just thrown away.

The Plot Swan (a) – That beautifully phrased sentence or paragraph where everything is just right and seems effortless, and only you know how much energy you’ve expended to get it that way.

The Plot Swan (b) –
That beautifully phrased sentence or paragraph where everything is just right

until you realise you’ve been so busy with form that you forgot function, and there’s a continuity error in the middle that chases you for ages afterwards. (Plot Swan (b) often turns up after publication when it’s too late to fix.)

@theriverscribe look it’s a whole plot zoo!

I has them ALL!!! 😍

I just need to start a damn zoo apparently

@altyex THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE

The Plot Peacock: looks beautiful and showy and effortless, hides the fact that it took you three hours of reading through scripts and wiki to find that one fact about angel blades. Is a bitch to actually control.

The Plotopus: has 8+ different subplots that are absolutely essential to it’s movement, but each subplot has a brain of it’s own and goes in a different direction

I have all of these bastards. But mainly squirrels.

The Plotiphant: It’s massive, awe-inspiring and never lets you forget it for the rest of your life, whether you actually end up writing it or not.

@ltleflrt and @unforth-ninawaters which plot animals are in your zoos? 😆

Oh my gods.

Yesss…plotopus….🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙

lawlschool-adventures:

lawlschool-adventures:

I have been beside myself about the emergence of child concentration camps so I want to give a shout out to all the immigration attorneys doing your respective deity’s work right now

How can the rest of us best support you? I know of RAICES and KIND, and am trying to find the best local legal services groups to donate to

Update, friends–

My law school just emailed alums a bunch of information if we’re interested in helping immigrant families who have been separated at the border.

Here’s the gist.

Opportunities to assist with family separation:

Let’s all do what we can!

wordsinhaled:

“my name’s sam,” he says; regrets it when his voice echoes brashly through the tunnel of machines, loud over their monotonous whirr-click, whirr-click. there’s gotta be something desperate about introducing himself to three a.m. strangers at a coin laundry, but sam’s sleeplessness brought him here, and sleeplessness makes him brave—or stupid. he doesn’t know what he’s hoping for: the man’s white shirt was covered in blood before it disappeared into the bowels of a washer. he looks haunted. hunted. maybe both. sam can relate to that. 

he’s obviously surprised to have been spoken to, more than a little startled, eyes sharp and assessing as they find sam’s across the room. sam feels odd, then, too large for his uncomfortable plastic chair, awkward in just a dress shirt and boxers, the tile floor leaching warmth from the bottoms of his feet. he tries a smile, and the man’s face smooths out. 

“ca—” he starts, then stops; swallows. “clarence. i’m clarence. i’m… doing my laundry.” it doesn’t sound like a leave me alone.

“yeah, i figured. hey—are you okay? sorry if i’m overstepping a boundary here. you don’t have to answer. you just seem lost.”

clarence sighs, the kind of soul-deep sigh sam is all too familiar with. “i’m… off course,” he says. “i have been for a very long time.”

or, the AU in which castiel & [civilian] sam are strangers who meet by chance at a laundromat after cas falls from heaven. that night, sam discovers there is more to the world than he ever thought possible: angels exist. being with a graceless castiel will mean showing him the essence of what it is to be truly human. 

thingsthatgobumpinthenightbang:

thingsthatgobumpinthenightbang:

Registration is now OPEN

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ALL SHIPS WELCOME

This is not a ship specific bang! The only specifics we have is that the monster is the focus and a canon monster (Got Witch!Sam falling for his brother? How about Demon!Dean taking Abbadon up on her offer? Maybe a fluffy little day in the life of Were!Garth and his pups!)