It doesn't matter if you're a slow writer or a fast writer. If you're writing 1000 words every day or 100 words in a month. If you're amazing at starting new wips, but never really finish one. Even if all the beautiful stories are just in your head for now. You're still a writer.
Little late but oh, well đđ
For some people, life doesnât truly begin until theyâre 26-30. The way we romanticize and obsess over youth is super harmful. Your life is not over at 21, I promise you. Itâs just beginning
I think I can say for definite that there will not be a season 5 for Sherlock. It's been years since the last season but with Una Stubbs aka Mrs Hudson's death in her 80's on the 12th of this month I believe, I can honestly say we don't want another Mrs Hudson. Rip Una, as the 9th doctor liked to say, you were fantastic. And I'm sad to know you're gone.
Donât know if this is common but:
Was sitting at a bar with a band. It was noisy and crowded. Some girl comes up next to where I was sitting and tells the bartender, âExcuse me, but I just saw that guy (customer) right there put something in that girlâs drink.â I didnât see the guy she pointed to. Bartender turns around and said something, I suspect a code word to somebody, and BAM. Immediately all the lights go on, the manager steps on stage, stops the band, and makes the following announcement:
âAttention: We have a report that someone in this room possibly drugged a young ladyâs drink. We request that all women here immediately put down your drink and donât take another sip. We will replace your drink for free. If you are that young lady, we will notify you when you come to the bar. If anyone is feeling sick or weak, please let us know.â
Wow. Lights stayed on. Band remained off. For a long time, maybe an hour. Cheers from the crowd and nobody complained. Donât know what the guy did because I didnât know which guy it was.
That place rocks.
The more I think about it the more the cycle of D*stiel is literally so exhausting. Dean mistreats and trivialises Cas â> Cas dies, usually after sacrificing himself for Dean â> Dean feels guilty over Casâ death, causing depression and self-directed anger â> Cas is revived, Deanâs guilt diminishes and he plays nice with Cas for a brief time â> Cas inevitably stops acting like the idealised Stepford version of him that existed in Deanâs head while Cas was gone, which irritates Dean â> Dean mistreats and trivialises Cas. So forth and so on. There is genuinely nothing romantic about any of this.Â
Men shouldnât be making laws about womenâs bodies.
Summary: You and Cas share a night together only for him to tell you it was a mistake the next day but the damage is already done. You are now pregnant and alone so you do what you think is the best thing and leave. Will you be able to raise a child single handedly? How will you react when Cas accidentally finds you again?
You lay on your bed, tears splashing down your cheeks. It had been a few weeks since that night with Castiel and since then you'd discovered two things. 1. Castiel was ignoring you and 2. You were pregnant. If you'd known how much pain he'd cause you, you never would have spent the night with him. It had been the best night ever for you. Castiel had been nothing but passionate and attentive to you the whole time which only made you love him more. But the next day, he'd been distant and cold, telling you it had been nothing more than a mistake, leaving you in tears as he left without a word.
Your heart shattered further when he made a point to ignore you whenever you were in the same room together. It broke your heart and brought forth questions from the boys that you didn't want to answer. But now you had no choice. You were pregnant with his child and there was nothing you could do about it. So now you had your face buried in your lap as you wept. Your hormones were out of control, you were sick almost every day and you were either tearful all the time or snappy. A knock on your door startled you and you looked up. You quickly wiped your face and opened it.
Big mistake. It was Castiel.
Pain turned to anger and you couldn't help but glare at him. You could see the surprise in his eyes at the sight of you and you guessed you looked a right mess but you didn't care. It was his fault and yet you were having to deal with it all alone. "What?" You snarled.
Castiel blinked at you. "Dean told me to get you," he replied stiffly. "They have a hunt."
You rolled your eyes at him. The boys didn't know you were pregnant since you hadn't told anyone. You'd seen first hand how Castiel was reacting towards you so how badly would he react to the baby? Would he make you get an abortion? Probably, since relationships between humans and Angels were forbidden for exactly this reason. They were considered abominations to be killed - probably along with the mother. No, you weren't going to tell him. But since you were pregnant, that meant you couldn't just go out risking your life anymore. No more hunts, no more risking your life, no more near deaths. "Well, you can tell him I'm not going," you snapped and moved to slam the door on his face but Castiel was faster.
"What's wrong with you?"
"None of your fucking business!" I growled. As far as I was concerned I owed him nothing. "Now move!"
His eyes narrowed and it looked like he wanted to say something but instead he closed his mouth and walked away.
It was almost two months into the pregnancy when I realized I had to leave the bunker and the Winchesters. God knows what would happen to me when Castiel or the Angels found out. The bunker was protected but I couldn't stay in here forever. Sooner or later I would have to leave and that's when they'd most likely attack. I hated to admit it but Sam and Dean were supernatural magnets. They both attracted all sorts of creatures - mostly evil ones in their case and I couldn't take that risk. It wasn't just about me now, I also had to think of my baby. My baby that was growing inside of me. The thought of motherhood scared me especially since I was now a single mother soon to raise a child on her own. I doubted Castiel would help me. Not with how he'd been treating me anyway. It was there and then that I decided.
I would leave that night.
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