I’M DONE

Watch: Poet Melissa Newman-Evans confesses number 9 is “the most terrifying thing to think about yourself.”

Another Dean with Cas’ grace for the books. 

WHILE WE ALL HATE GAME OF THRONES

I’mma just remind everyone that the fantasy series you have been dreaming of, the one with a diverse as hell cast (I’m talking 50/50 gender split, 80% LGBT, 70% POC), with battles for Power ultimately being proven pointless in the face of the battle for Existence, with characters who are damaged and morally grey as hell but always still likeable and still understandable, with meaningful relationships of all kinds between said characters: THAT SERIES EXISTS. 

Everyone go read A Crown for Cold Silver by Alex Marshall. (Then A Blade of Black Steel, then A War in Crimson Embers)

It’s finished. The endgame is perfect. You can thank me later, and then hate me for having hoarded all the canon urls already. 

Harry Potter as a teen comedy…

Harry Potter Illustration Series - Created by Dan Elijah Fajardo

These designs are available for sale as shirts, cases, and more at his TeePublic Shop.

Here’s a recommendation for fans of welcome to night vale:

The Kirlian Frequency.

It’s a Spanish (edit: language) animated series about a radio host in a mysterious supernatural town. Each story is pretty much separate and you can find the whole thing on Netflix.

no cops at pride, just spiderman

Cassandra Clare gives writing advice in Writer's Digest interview

Cassandra Clare gives writing advice in Writer’s Digest interview

Writer’s Digestpublished an interview with Cassandra Clare right before Christmas and since it’s a really great and insightful interview, I wanted to share it with our readers. It’s titled “YA Author Cassandra Clare Reveals the Practical Magic Behind Her Bestselling ‘Shadowhunter’ Series” and fans who are budding authors get very useful writing advice. Furthermore, Cassie revealed how she…

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Title: The Wireless Author: almaasi Artist: DGiggity Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings: Alternate Canon, Carnival, Fluff, Romance, Solarpunk, Kissing Booths, Tent Sex, Tattooed Castiel, Angel Wings Posting Date: 10/10/2017

Summary:  Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind.

For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel…

Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

- - -

Castiel shifted in his seat, tailcoat sliding on the plastic bench. He made sure his feet were steady in the metal footwell below; his stomach was already doing flips of excitement. “Oh, man,” Dean breathed, eyes turning upward, glazing over as he stared at the ferris wheel’s inner framework. “I forgot I’m afraid of heights.” “Too late now,” Castiel smiled, as their cart lifted off the ground, going backwards. The next cart gradually approached the ground, and once there, the wheel mechanism paused to let those passengers off, and to let the next couple on. Dean breathed out through pursed lips. “It won’t be so bad once you’re up there,” Castiel said softly. Dean sneered. “Yeah, right.” “What could distract you?” Dean did look around, but his eyes lighted on Castiel’s mask. “Your face could,” he said with a quick smirk. “You, uh, feel like unmasking yet? Nobody’ll see you but me.” This time, Castiel removed the mask without hesitation, leaving it on his lap. He was confident Dean could not see his scars, as he’d taken his seat so his scars were furthest from Dean’s sight. “Hey,” Dean said, batting his hand at Castiel’s thigh. The wheel moved again; they began to rise once more. Their cradle swung gently on its support, rocking them forward and back by a few inches. “Cas, look at me?” Castiel turned his eyes to Dean’s knees, but didn’t angle his face far enough that Dean saw the purple makeup or all the mica stars adorning his ruined skin. “Hey,” Dean said again, more gently. His hand smelled of rose bathroom soap; he placed his fingers against Castiel’s chin and eased his face around so their eyes met. Castiel gulped, monumentally insecure under Dean’s scrutiny. “Why don’t you want anyone to see?” Dean asked. He looked at Castiel’s makeup, then into his eyes. Castiel peered back and saw the rainbow illumination just touching against Dean’s skin, neon pink, then violet, then blue. “Don’t you hide your scars?” Castiel asked back. Dean grinned. “Nah. Battle wounds, man.” He showed Castiel the underside of his forearm, fingers running over a jagged scar, healed badly. His fingers slid up to his right hand, over his knuckles: the light from the ferris wheel threw a pale line into focus, slashed between his bones - and Dean moved on, showing Castiel a still-healing streak across his left palm. And then Dean closed his fist, eyes turning back to Castiel’s. “You read fortunes. Guesswork, you said. But I’d bet anything you know as well as I do, Cas: people tell their story without saying a word.”