I’ve had this stuck in my head for about four months

I still can’t believe that fanfiction is free

I sometimes have to pay for water, but with a phone and some wifi, I get to read whole novels about my favorite characters for exactly zero additional dollars

How goddamn rad is that

all the love to the fanfic authors who make this possible, y'all are the best

When character A admits that they’re in love with someone and the character B doesn’t realize that they’re talking about them

When character B doesn’t realize they’re talking about them because the person character A is describing sounds so wonderful and amazing that it just can’t be them

every fandom has one of those fics  that are so fucking legendary that you could say a random quote from it and  everyone immediately knows what fic you’re talking about

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. 

fanfiction is so wild cause im like…..ugh im not in the mood to read a book…..i’ll just read an 82k word fic instead……

do you ever read a fanfic that’s just SO well written that you JUST

Ever just want to watch fanfiction

Ever just want to watch fanfiction

angst with a happy ending is my favourite honestly like yes bitch give me emotional conflict but dont completely ruin my soul you know

Dear Dean,

You have continuously made me redefine happiness. I don’t mean this as a bad thing; the opposite, actually. I knew what happiness felt like, I knew that philosophers argued whether it was truly a feeling or simply an absence of pain; I knew the way that I could experience it. But I never knew how deep I could feel it. I’m constantly having to redefine the parameters of how happy I can be; how happy you make me.

I thought true happiness was meeting you, experiencing your soul in front of me for the first time, vibrant and alive. Nothing had ever shined brighter to me.

My happiest was when you kissed me for the first time, and instead of finding me too forward when I pushed against you, you pushed right back.

It felt like my happiness when you first told me you loved me; completely matter-of-fact, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

But then that moment was trumped, even then, when you asked me to marry you. When you gave me that ring you made yourself and we spent that morning in the diner, unable to stop laughing, calling everyone we still knew was alive to tell them the news.

Our wedding, cuddling with you on the couch watching your favorite Westerns (admittedly not my taste, but I love you), our long car rides where we just talk and are able to touch the horizon… just being able to sleep next to you. I keep thinking, again and again, that those are my happiest moments. But then you say or do something, being your enigmatically incandescent self, making me redefine once again just how deep happiness can go.

But I can say, although I haven’t found the depth of happiness yet— I can say, assuredly, with complete certainty, that you make me the happiest person that I can be.

Love, Cas

14x13 coda (1.3k words)

If Sam wanted to spend the rest of the evening cataloguing all of the mystical items, that was his choice, but Dean was determined to do nothing the rest of the night. After all that had gone down, he needed some down time. He wasn’t alone, of course – Cas was in the recliner next to his.

Dean hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he awoke with a start, his heart racing. He reoriented himself to where he was: in his chair, in a dimly lit Dean cave, TV on. Being conscious brought back the dull ache of the day. Cas had healed both Sam and Dean upon his return to the bunker, repairing broken capillaries, torn skin, twisted joints. Having Cas back also helped to relieve some of the emotional turmoil he’d suffered today, but Dean was still trying to process everything that’d happened. On the one hand, he felt this sense of resolution, a catharsis, a clarity about his life. But he also felt shaken to his core. He’d almost died again today, and his last moments would have been consumed by the cold expression on Cas’ face, empty eyes seeing right through him, the feel of fabric in his fingers as he grabbed at Cas’ coat, trying everything, anything to keep him from crushing his throat. If Sam hadn’t thought to banish him, that’s what would have finally killed him. Cas’ hands. This fact had Dean’s head spinning and stomach churning. And also, apparently, it was going to get in the way of his sleep, because he was pretty sure he’d just been dreaming about him begging Cas to stop it, it was him, he didn’t want to do this…

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