PUT ME TO WORK

oneshoeshort:

There comes a time in one’s life where they must set aside their pride and ask for assistance. Such a time has come for me, unfortunately.

There are a lot of things my family and I need and we’re hit some really hard financial times. (If you want an idea of what that means, check out this post) I never thought I’d have to resort to this (pride is my biggest weakness) but my primary goal is taking care of my family. 

But I’m not just gonna sit here and ask for monetary help without doing anything. So, as the title says… put me to work.

COMMISSIONS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN.

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deancasbigbang:

Title: In Some Sacred Place
Author: schmerzerling
Artist: hellosaidthemoon
Rating: T
Length: 91k
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: None

Summary

Dean has cystic fibrosis, a brutal, painful death sentence of a disease that means he can’t cut it in the life his father chose for him, despite his very best efforts. He also has a give ‘em hell attitude and a dogged crush on his childhood best friend. Castiel has an absent father, a stellar GPA, a comprehensive ten-year plan, and—a lot of reservations about all this.

Read the fic here on AO3.

Check out the art here on Tumblr.

This is always worth the reblog, it is awesome!!! Read it!!

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laaaaaaaa, lalalalalalalaa la la la laaaaaaaaaaa, lalalalalalaalalala bum bum bum, bum bum bum…

huh, what?  Oh…what did I want to order? ummmm…hmmm…bum, bum, bum; bum, bum bum…key change! laaaaaaa lalalalalalalalal la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaa lalala…..

Oh, sorry. You were saying?  OF COURSE I’m going to get a coffee, WHY ELSE WOULD I BE HERE???

Oh, I have this stupid song in my head, and it just blows my mind that I can’t remember the name of it, so I’m hoping if I just keep singing it someone will be able to tell me the name of it…it’s hard it doesn’t have any words, see, it’s a classical piece, and my phone doesn’t recognise it when I sing it…

No, I don’t think that’s a commentary on my singing!

Oh right a coffee…yes, yes, I’ll have a mocha latte…a tall one, you know, one of those contradiction in terms you sell…

de, de de dededede de de de deeeeeeeee

Is that the only phrase I know, why no, it’s just the piece keeps repeating the same phrase over and over…adding more instruments, and changing key, and adding suspense until the very end…its quite frustrating to be stuck in one’s head…you don’t know the name of it by chance, do you?  No?  Gosh that’s a shame.

Well you’ve certainly been an angel, I’ll be sure to tell your boss what a star employee you are!!

Oh, you are the owner.  Oh, my apologies.  Well, ta ta now!! have a starriffic day!

*fades into distance* laaaaaaaaaaaaaa lalalalalalalaa la la lalaaaaaaaaaa……

@ladylilithprime

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Yea, that’s right, I’m smirking at you.  Your green tree hugging heart that loves coffee and popcorn…you WILL be upgraded…OR you will be DELETED.

If, by some chance, you escape, I strongly suggest a celebration!  I mean, who doesn’t appreciate pizza, wine, and cake (although not necessarily in that order) at a party?   I’ll make the playlist: “99 Luft Balloons” and “Rocketman” will DEFINITELY be playing.  Maybe we’ll even have a karaoke machine…hmm…we’ll probably need more wine, if karaoke is involved…

WAIT I KNOW!!!!! This is PERFECT!!!!!! We’ll hire a SNAKE CHARMER!!! That will be awesome!!!  I’m sure everyone will like that, and it will require much less wine….

What do you mean what will we do if the snake escapes?  Those snakes are very well trained, there is absolutely NO CHANCE of the snake escaping.  BUT if we do get a snake charmer, we’ll have to buy a bouquet of flowers to give them when they are done.  

OF COURSE WE HAVE TO GET THEM FLOWERS, ITS THE RIGHT THING TO DO WHEN SOMEONE HAS A PERFORMANCE!!!!!!

And then, when we’ve caught the snake (no, don’t ask questions, this is the important part) We will go outside and watch the night sky.  Count all the pretty stars and check out the moon.  What do you mean that’s rude?? I can check out the moon if I want to…maybe the moon likes me, did you ever think about that? HUH?? Maybe the MOON is CHECKING ME OUT!!!

I don’t understand, why do you want to send me to the moon…I did all this work planning your “yay we escaped from the cybermen” party…….

@whinywingedwinchester

He’s back

emptywithout:

I needed a break from Sam’s Fear. It wasn’t coming together. So I wrote a tiny drabble just to get some words out…

Sam burst into the room, the door slamming against the wall.
Dean jumped up off the hotel bed, whirling toward the door, drawing his gun
quickly.

“What the fuck, Sam! I almost shot you!” Dean lowered his
gun, and sat back down on the bed.

“I wish you would have,” said Sam slowly, as he dragged his
feet, slumping down into the nearest chair. He kicked off his shoes and stared
at the floor.

“You wish I – what?” Dean furrowed his brow and stood up
again walking closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on Sam’s
knee. Instinctively, Sam cringed and pulled away. Dean quickly lifted his hand
and moved back.

“Sam? What’s going on?”

“It’s happening again Dean, and I don’t know how to stop it.”
Sam kept his eyes closed, and Dean noticed he was shaking.

Dean spoke slowly and calmly. “Sam, what’s happening again?”
He stayed close, but didn’t touch his brother, making sure Sam was comfortable.

Sam took a deep breath.

“Lucifer. He’s back. And he won’t leave me alone.”

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sahwen:

God Knows I Am Dissonance

Summary: 13.21 coda. Jack has a meltdown and Sam is there. 

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 770

Written for @spnangstbingo

Square Filled: Anxiety Attack

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Jack doesn’t stay to ask how Lucifer got there, doesn’t want to find out what Lucifer has to say to him and doesn’t want to know what Lucifer did to make Sam look so ashamed. Hatred bubbles up in him, bile-sour, and he turns on his heel to escape deeper into the camp. 

Thunder booms overhead and it begins to rain. Jack plunks down at the base of a tree and draws his legs to his chest, hugging himself and willing Lucifer to disappear. Maybe go back to whatever corner of Hell he crawled out of. Tears burn Jack’s eyes and spill hot over his cheeks. Wind rustles the canopy overhead. 

Lucifer hurt his family– Mary and Cas and Dean and especially Sam, Jack knows, Jack can tell. The specifics aren’t there and Jack is okay with not knowing them, but it’s clear Lucifer has created a world of pain, and Jack can’t begin to understand how anyone can care about him, love him, when he’s undeniably connected to someone so evil. 

How can he be good, being spawned from that? 

Jack buries his head in his knees and releases his grief in quiet sobs and the increasing downpour. 

A few minutes go by before the sound of muddy footsteps draws near. 

“Hey, Jack.” 

Jack glances up, hastily wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands; Sam stands a couple yards away, bloody but without any wounds. The rain has wetted the dried blood on his face, washing some of it away. His hair sticks to his skin in dripping strands. He looks sad. 

“Can I sit?” Sam asks. 

Jack nods, and the rain lights up a little as Sam comes closer and settles down heavily in front of him. Jack remembers when they first met– first really met– in that prison cell. It feels like lifetimes have passed. 

“This isn’t how things were supposed to go,” Sam admits. “And I’m sorry.” 

Jack grits his teeth against the emotion surging up in him and fails miserably. More tears well up and he ducks his head so Sam can’t see. 

He thinks of Lucifer facing the rest of his family back in the main clearing. He should be there, he shouldn’t have run away. He feels so helpless, so overcome with anger and fear, that he starts to tremble.

“Hey, hey.” Sam leans forward and brushes Jack’s hair away from his face. “It’s alright. C’mon, look at me.” 

When Jack doesn’t look, Sam tilts Jack’s head up with his fingertips. 

“I won’t let him hurt you.” Sam speaks with a kind of conviction that Jack hadn’t thought possible. 

“I should’ve kept you from him,” Jack protests. “He– he’s hurt you. And I didn’t stop it.” 

“You’re a kid, Jack,” Sam insists. “Nephilim or not, you’re a kid. I don’t expect you to protect me. That’s not your responsibility.” 

Jack thinks it is, because power like his is pointless if he can’t use it to protect loved ones. He’s useless if he can’t save the person who saved him, the one person who believed in him from the beginning. 

“I’m sorry,” Jack whispers. He’s impossibly weak, still shaking, still crying, and he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to stop. 

“Jack, it’s okay.” Sam scoots closer and rests his hand on Jack’s knee. It’s a stabilizing kind of pressure. “Breathe.”  

Jack’s lower lip quivers and he can’t tell if more tears are coming or if it’s just the rain. The relief of Sam being alive and the multitude of feelings about Lucifer arriving has sent him for a tailspin, and it’s a struggle to get control back. He unfolds himself and Sam pulls him into his arms.

“You’re okay,” Sam murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Jack presses his cheek to Sam’s chest, inhaling the scent of pine and dirt and rain and blood. He listens to the reassuring thudthudthud of Sam’s heart, so blessedly alive. Sam is here. Everything is going to be alright because he’s here. 

“Are…” Jack sniffs. “Are you okay?” 

Sam huffs out a bit of a laugh. “Yeah,” he says. Jack thinks it’s a lie. “Well, I– I will be.” 

Jack nods and allows himself to be comforted, taking deep breaths as Sam instructs him to. 

“You know he’s not my father,” he says, slightly muffled from the fabric of Sam’s jacket. 

“I know.” 

“And you know…” Jack trails off, not sure if it’s something he can speak aloud. “You…” 

“I know that too,” Sam says. Even though Jack hadn’t finished the thought, he has no doubt Sam understands what had been on the tip of his tongue.