#well at least i got to draw the twinsies

[pageofheartdj]

*crying*

[phoenixkaptain]

It’s very funny to read extended lore Star Wars, canon or Legends’, because Leia and Darth Vader are both very similar, at least to deal with.

It’s like, Leia’s plans and Vader’s plans are so similar! “Okay, step one: we draw all of the fire to me. Step two: attack from the sides. Optional step three, if step two doesn’t work: jump on in again.”

The biggest difference is that Leia does not actually want to kill anybody who’s unarmed, like civilians and prisoners, while Vader has already killed the civilians and prisoners while everyone else was thinking about if they should or not. But even in that way, they are similar, if only because both of them are fucking insane and stubborn as fuck. Leia is like “If I die, I will die not killing someone, sucker. Just try to stop me.” Vader is like “On the off chance I die, I will die killing someone. Can’t believe you thought you could stop me.”

My favourite part of Star Wars is posthumously making Leia and Vader act similar. They are both stonecold and accept no criticism and it is very funny that Leia is the Anakin of the group.

Luke, over there in the corner, is the Obi-Wan of the group. He is painfully optimistic, annoyingly optimistic, he the type of person to land a crashed ship and say “another happy landing.” I don’t know how to explain this any better, Obi-Wan and Luke are twinsies, okay, in being optimistic despite the fact that there is a dagger to their throat.

Han is the Padme of the group. No explanation necessary.

I know knee-jerk reaction is to tell me I’m seeing what I want to be there, but on the other hand! Luke and Leia, especially in later comics, are portrayed very often cloaked in darkness. As in, their faces are shadowed and they don’t often step into the light, which is a clear indication that the writers are going “look! Look these are Vader’s kids! Vader’s kids! Look!” which I approve of tenfold and think we should do in all modern media-

Leia specifically though let’s her anger get the best of her rather often actually. Is the best plan really to try and take the guy (who decided to storm a heavily guarded prison and kill all of the prisoners) hostage? No! No that is not the best plan! But, he specifically says he wants Leia to kill him and that the war against the Empire will be lost if Leia had any humanity and Leia takes that as a challenge! at this point, she lets him live out of spite!

The only thing that distracts Leia from her anger is her friends being in trouble. She’s lucky she’s hanging around Luke Skywalker, honestly, or her anger would’ve taken hold of her ten chapters ago and never let her go. If Luke was a bit less of a damsel, Leia would never be distracted, it’s a symbiotic relationship-

Leia is supposed to be like Anakin. By which, I of course mean that Anakin is supposed to be like Leia. And I think they didn’t really have a choice, when it came to characterizing Anakin, but to make him more like Leia.

If they made Anakin act like Luke, Anakin would not have fallen to the Dark Side. This is for one primary reason: Luke slips and slides his way all across the galaxy except for the place where the fighting is actually actively taking place. If Anakin was like Luke, he would’ve gotten lost fifty times during the Clone Wars, inadvertently freed a LOT of people, and been late to all the events he had to witness in order to break.

He would have been late to Mustafar, okay? Obi-Wan and Padme would’ve been standing there for hours, waiting for him to show up. Then, Padme would get fed up and comm him like “Where are you, Ani? I’ve been on Mustafar-“ and he’d be like “Mustafar? Why are you on Mustafar? I’m over in Corellia. Crazy story! Palpatine told me to go murder some younglings, so I tried to do that, but I got distracted when I noticed some ducks that needed help crossing the street. But then, this big Rodian showed up and- well, long story short, the Jedi temple was empty when I got there, but I figured I should probably try and keep this gold pendant out of anyone’s hands-“ “What?” “-so after I spoke to you, I started getting ready to go to Mustafar, you know, to throw it into the lava, but my accelerator exploded and I tailspun my way out until I happened across a pirate ship-“

And it would just continue like that! Luke’s luck is either horrendous or tremendous, no matter how you look at it! That, or the Force is trying to cover his eyes because it doesn’t want its BABY to see anything BAD.

Anakin couldn’t be like Luke. The only choice was to make him more like Leia. More hot-tempered and more the type of person to walk into a firefight with little to no backup. Therefore, Anakin was made like Leia, and Leia, in return, in extraneous fiction, is made more like Anakin and I enjoy it a lot.

Also, my favourite part of the comic so far is: “How are we going to escape [the ship that we are currently destroying and that is floating in lava, Vader]?”

“By leaving the ship.”

Thank YOU, Anakin, your tactician’s brain never rests.

[wills-writes-stuff]

A case of Treason - Part 3

Fandom: Supernatural Cas x Reader

Words: 2345

Summary: After a lot of eavesdropping, Y/N starts to understand his last memories might not be as trustfull she thought they were. Warnings: angst, shouting, violence, panic attack. Not happy, but we’re getting there, I promise.

A/N: As usual, big shoutout to my twinsie @supernaturalfreewill for the proofreading and corrections. Love you tons!

Part 1 - Part 2

Tagging those who asked for it: @x0andie0x @akoya-pearls@allinhishands @splendidcas @busybee612 @willowing-love@markesharke @mrswhozeewhatsis @growningupgeek I know its been like 2 years, I’m sorry. 

Under the warm embrace of the shower, you thought about everything that had happened in the last hours since you woke up.

Dean and Sam’s worried faces, the lack of pain, the lack of wounds, the lack of tears.

If you were right, and they said you were, it had been several months since that night in the barn, along with the angels, and Zacharias, and Cas…

“Castiel, angel of the Lord” you muttered to yourself, remembering his words clearly.

You thought of happier times and better days, when you two were an item, ready to die for each other in the blink of an eye. Hearts and souls over the table and all the pieces in the game. You thought of the crinkles in the corners of his eyes when he smiled at you, and the way his eyes would light up whenever you entered the room. You could still feel the touch of his hand in yours and feel the warmth of his kiss on your knuckles when you got distracted.

And still, you could not drop a single tear for him. For you.

How many times had you cried over him during the last few months? “Well… not exactly, but yes,” that had been Sam’s answer about you being in a coma. That meant you were having memory loss? How many months had it been? How many times had the brothers needed to tell you what happened?

Your heart sank in your chest at this thought. What was going on?

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“So you’re telling me,” Dean was repeating everything over and over just to make it clear, “that we can’t break this curse.”

He was sitting in the chair nearest to the hallway, looking into the war room, you could see the top of his head.

“We can’t,” Sam said, an exasperated tone in his voice.

“But it could be broken,” Dean said.

“It could.”

“But for that we need a witch.”

“Dean…” Castiel’s voice was weary and broken and it made your heart skip a beat when your heard it.

“No, no, Cas. Please, let me finish this.” he looked at Sam “We need a witch.”

“Yes.”

“A powerful one.”

“Yes.”

“A witch that has knowledge of the ancient arts and has already worked with angelic spells.”

There was loud sigh followed by a very low “Yes.”

“Fuck it! Why can’t you do it?”

“I’m not well versed enough in the mystical arts.” said Castiel.

“Dean…”

“No, Sam. I refuse. I’m not doing it. I just won’t go through with it.”

“Well, then I will,” said Sam with a defiant tone, and you could hear the sound of furniture against the floor. Dean was out of sight now. He had clearly stood up as well.

“Sam, nothing good ever comes from working with Rowena.”

“Well, I’d rather have her lurking around than to have to…” his voice broke. “Dean, I can’t face her anymore. Neither can Cas.”

There was silence in the room for a bit, but you didn’t wait for them to resume the talk, instead you went back to your bedroom and sat on the bed, thinking. After a while, you decided you were just too hungry to think and stepped out again, heading for the kitchen.

As you walked down the corridor, with shoes on this time, you realized there was a sudden stop to a conversation, and by the time you entered the war room, only Sam and Dean were there. You said nothing.

“Hey!” Sam said, pulling his sight from a book. “Good shower?”

“Long and warm, as every shower ever should be,” you answered with a smile. “I see you didn’t sleep.”

“Dean did, though…” he nodded to a couch in the library and you had to suppress a smile. You knew he was awake only moments before. They were setting this up.

“Good. Let him rest. I’ll make some dinner.”

“Y/N, you should…”

“Rest?” you crossed your arms on your chest and gave him a very meaning and pitiful look. “How long has it been since you let me do anything at all? Right now, I can tell you two are the ones that need rest.”

Sam smiled and shook his head, knowing better than to try and stop you.

“The kitchen’s all yours.” he added, leaning back on his chair and grabbing the book again “Just don’t break anything, Dean organized it yesterday”

“HA!” you exclaimed happily “Perfect chance to show him I’m finally back home!”

On the corner of your eye, you saw Dean flinch on his chair. On a regular day, he would’ve followed you up into the kitchen, begging you to let him cook, but today he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare let you know he was not asleep. They were hiding this curse from you, and you needed to know why.

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You engaged on the personal mission of hearing everything that needed to be heard in the bunker without being discovered, and it became a reflex to walk barefoot while indoors, always hoping to catch some piece of conversation.

One day you heard the rumbles of a fight and when you got closer you realized they were still arguing about going to Rowena for some curse.

Another, you peeked at Sam’s book when he took a bathroom break, and saw he was researching mind control and implanted memories.

But then, one morning, before even the sun was fully risen on the horizon you woke up from a nightmare you couldn’t remember, all covered in sweat and panicking. Remembering about the panic attack back then, you focused on your breathing, and tried to find a noise, something steady like a clock or… was that someone crying?

The sound coming from the library distracted you and the moment of terror passed. Slow and quietly, you pulled on some pants and walked like a shadow out of your bedroom, heading for the main part of the bunker. Why would he be crying at such an hour? Maybe one of the boys had a nightmare? But what kind of nightmare could frighten any of them enough to cry?

It wasn’t any of them.

It was Castiel.

You froze in the doorway. The angel hadn’t seen you, or at least that’s what it seemed like. He was sitting on the sofa, bent over and holding his head in his hands. You had never seen him cry. You didn’t even know he actually could.

A sound coming from the kitchen caught your attention and you stepped back into the shadows of the hallway before Dean, who was now coming into the library, could see you.

“Here,” he said, laying a cup of something hot on the small table in front of the couch. “It’s one of Sam’s herb-y thingies. The package says it’s good for ‘calming nerves’”.

“I’m sorry, Dea,.” Castiel said without pulling up his head. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I barely sleep these days anyway.”

There was a pause between them, and you could tell this was not the first time Dean and Cas had had this talk.

“It’s not getting any better, is it?”

“No,” the angel said with a sigh, and finally took the cup in front of him and smelled it. “What’s even in this?” he asked.

“No friggin’ idea. I’m drinking Irish coffee, with no milk, or sugar… and minus the coffee.”

“You mean you’re drinking whiskey in a coffee mug.”

“HA. Yup! I sure am!” Dean exclaimed and put the mug up in the air and Cas, with a reluctant smile, put up his own in a sad toast.

“We’ll come around this, man,” Dean said reassuringly. “We’ll solve this as we’ve always solved everything. And she will remember.”

“I don’t care about that anymore, Dean. I just want her to live normally. I’m not sure she’ll be able to remember or forgive me… But I can’t stand seeing her in pain anymore.”

Your heart broke in a million pieces. The tears you had thought were gone for good had came back and were refusing to stay inside your eyes.

As quietly as you could, you ran back to your bedroom, and crying your heart out you fell asleep again.

 “Y/N, they’ve found us! Get out of here!” Castiel shouted back at you, drawing his angel blade and making himself ready to fight.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Cas,” you stated as you reached for your gun, back to back with him. “You’re stuck with me.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling, so you smiled as well.

…

There were too many of them. You couldn’t keep up the fight.

…

“CAS!” you shouted as you saw him get beat up to the ground, but a sharp pain in the side of your head made everything go black.

…

“Cas?” you whispered, trying to turn your head to peak at your back, but no one answered. “Cas, are you okay?”

“Y/N, be quiet. It’s Zacharias. He’s been looking for me for ages.”

“Wha…?” but you were cut-off by the doors to the place where you were tied-up suddenly opening. Outside the moon was being covered by clouds.

“Castiel!” A big, bold, and disgusting looking man came in. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were murderous.

“Zacharias…” you could see through the corner of your eye the hateful look in Castiel’s features.

“Oh don’t give me that look! You’re the traitor in this whole case… Sleeping with the enemy!”

“If you lay a finger on her…” you had never heard Castiel so menacing.

“You’ll what, Castiel? I have you under my power, and this night is just beginning.”

…

Thunder.

You were being beat up by someone much much stronger than you. You could hear Castiel calling your name in the background.

…

Lightning.

Castiel is being tortured in front of you. You fight against the rope cutting through your skin. You need to get to him.

…

Thunder.

There’s a guy doing some kind of ritual in front of you. Castiel is tied up against a wall on the other side of the room, calling your name. He tries to smile when your eyes cross, and shouts your name again when someone hits you on the side of your head.

…

Lightning.

“Cas?” you whispered, trying to turn your head to peek at your back, but no one answered. “Cas, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” a growl came from somewhere behind your back, and your heart jumped in your chest. “Oh, thank God! Are you hurt? We need to get out of here…” There was a flash of light somewhere outside. It looked like it was raining now. Odd. “Oh, I’m fine,” he interrupted with a cold tone that didn’t sounded like him. “And I’m getting out of here…” Out of the corner of your eye you could see him walking freely, and someone else was with him.

…

Thunder.

Castiel was still tied up against the wall opposite to you, calling you.

…

Lightning. “So this is her, then?” a male voice asked. “That’s her.” Castiel stated. “And you’re willingly handing her to us.” “I just want to be a free angel again, Zacharias. If the cost of that freedom is handing her over for punishment… Then so be it.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Castiel wouldn’t… he would never… You closed your eyes as a wave of pain filled your head again. “You understand she’s going to die, Castiel.” There was a second of tense silence. “I understand.”

…

Thunder.

“NO! Cas, no! What are you doing!” you screamed, trying to untangle the cords on your wrists, but accomplishing nothing but cutting your own skin. “No, Cas! Why?” you cried, and there he was, standing in front of you. The tears made everything blurry, and the pain in your head in your chest didn’t let you focus on his face.

“Y/N! I’m here, whatever you’re seeing, that’s not me! Y/N!” There were tears on his face and desperation in his voice.

…

Lightning. “My name, human, is Castiel, and I am an Angel of the Lord!” he raged, thunder and lightning filling the barn and making him look imposing and terrifying. His eyes lit with bright, white light and his wings spread across the walls. Tears filled your eyes again and pure terror crushed you, looking at the man you loved, so deeply menacing to you now. Zacharias made his way to you, filling his hand with light and an awful smirk in his lips, and you could barely see Castiel in the back, and though you thought you saw panic and desperation in his face for a small second, the next instant he was gone and you were left alone with the murderous angel. …

Thunder. And at that exact moment, the doors to the barn opened and Sam and Dean rushed in, angel blades shining in their hands, and all the fire of their hearts in their eyes. A second later Zacharias was gone, and you rested in Sam’s arms as they made their way to the car. “She’s lost too much blood!” you hear Sam shouting to his brother “The cuts in her wrists and arms are too deep! We need to get her to a hospital.” “You got it!”

“How’s Cas?”

“He’s seen worse… or maybe he hasn’t,” Dean quickly glancing at you, and hit the pedal.

 You woke up covered in sweat again. Damn bunker. You could never tell what time it was.

That dream… was that what had happened? The images and memories confused you and made your head hurt, and your blood boil, and your lungs tighten.

Breathing heavily you stumbled to the door and opened it, falling outside of the bedroom.

“Cas!” you managed to shout out the hallway, and in a second the angel was running towards you looking alarmed “Don’t let me forget again! Don’t you dare let me forget again!”

You felt the warmth of his hands on your face and the last thing you saw were his cobalt blue eyes looking terrified.

[sodasyrup]

DAILY ANON SPAM

i really let these build up

DAY 315: nah lol it okay. I was able to write, I was just staring at the screen. and I wrote more until I finished the second chapter today!!!!

congrats on writing!

DAY 316: THIS THUNDERSTORM IS A STRONG BOY TODAY OH FUCK!!! I actually heard the thunder even with my earbuds in max volume 😳

i fuckin love thunderstorms..........

DAY 317: I didn't get to write today 😔 honestly quite tired but I got to have hot chocolate so that's good

WHORE

DAY 318: I was able to write and we're supposed to have really bad storms today!!!!! also I almost fell asleep before doing this lmao

Whore redacted

DAY 320: in a gift event and got my giftee. I'm so excited to start writing for them!!!!!!

day missing?

DAY 321: I was so distracted today and I don't know why 😔 also I really want a switch so I can play animal crossing but I don't want to burden my parents

oh.... if u get a switch we can play naminal crosigns 

DAY 322: OH MY GOSH, THAT'S AMAZING!!! GOOD JOB!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!

COLLEGE TIME BABY!

DAY 323: this whole week, 0/10 for me. I've been so forgetful and keep procrastinating. the only reason I am able to finish what I have done so far is because of sprints 😓 oh well! but I'm tired so sleepy time night!!!

oh babe sorry. i hope u slept well

DAY 324: dunno if I already mentioned this, but I'm in two birthday events and I already reached the first minimum word count for one of them and am halfway to the other event's word count minimum!!! :D

time to pass the MAXIMUM WORD COUNT

DAY 325: I GOT MY UNDERCUT SHAVED AGAIN!!!! HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK! YEA! GAY! RIGHTS!

DAY 326: my legs hurt from standing so much reorganizing my clothes 😪

id rather die than organize my clothes

DAY 327: I WENT OUTSIDE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A MONTH AND WATCHED TWO MOVIES I RENTED!!! Sonic was really good and Birds of Prey too!!!

outside......... *smacks u* dont get infected 

DAY 328: my knee HURTS!!! also I really hope I can get a new laptop soon so I don't have to worry about it and can write freely

*rips out ur knee* you deserve so much 

DAY 329: I have one day left of "school" and I doubt I even have much to do and I hate it :( but how have you been? are you doing good?

u did it..... today was my last day of work! twinsies....even tho im LATE

DAY 330: I'm gonna miss everyone but at least soon I will be able to sign up to finish my driving lessons and then focus on my writing completely :D

oh fuck epix! i cant drive im gay

DAY 331: my knee hurts but I finally figured out how I want my gift fic to keep going!!! also I hate america once again but I love the people who are rioting because honestly, I'm surprised we haven't lost our patience sooner

FIX UR FACKIN KNEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also god america is awful but my heart goes out to the protesters 

DAY 332: don't know if you've heard about pride///fall but be careful, okay? also I'm pretty sure there was a protest not too far where I live. however it ended, I'm just proud

ive heard of it but idc too much ive been around for awhile i know the internet well enough to just shrug it off. more concerned for others

DAY 333: dude it's okay. don't force yourself to answer them all at once. almost all of my daily anons have been written while I was half asleep in bed anyway, I vibe with that

owo........i answered them ALL

DAY 335: thanks dude. it's just painful to see innocent people be hurt or k*lled. nothing about this is right and I hate so much of this world right now. I can only hope things get better from here

MISSING A DAY

also yeah it sucks so much but we can work towards something better, together

DAY 336: I made ramen two hours ago and ate it. in the middle of the night. my stomach may not agree fully but I don't regret it. also I cannot type at all today

i think ramen just does that? makes u shit ur pants

DAY 337: currently crying because I just finished reading a fic and I'm just emotional. I knew what was gonna happen because of the major character death warning but jesus fuck, it hurt so much in the end. I loved it. 15/10

i cant read angst no comfort it makes me depressed

DAY 338: I've had a headache this whole day 😔 and I think I'm starting to feel bored and lonely. I might take a walk at some point or just sleep a lot

:^(

sorry man, NZ has been out of lockdown for awhile. hope you feel better soon

DAY 339: I said fuck it and had ramen again at like midnight, however much my stomach disagrees be damned. and now I am sated uwu

RAMEN MAKES U POOPY!

DAY 340: sleeby... but playin sims... and eating cheese... mmmmmmm 😋

sims......chehze....... mlemlemelme

DAY 341: leggy hurts but I have ice cream so I guess it balances out uwu

dude fix your leg serious go to a doctor or something

DAY 342: it was raining today!!!! and I loved it!!!! it was so windy!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love rain when im not in it

DAY 343: I finished drawing a second of and started my third! I love them all so far

ART! CONGRATS!

DAY 344: I was sad today but I had two cups of hot coco and did several sprints so I'm feeling better now :)

coco is very nice, you deserve it

DAY 345: it got cold all of a sudden??? excuse me, how rude. anyway, it's hot chocolate time!!!! imma add a little salt

the cold is me sucking away ur- wait wait wait salt in your fucking coco?

DAY 346: it was cold as a BITCH last night and it's cold again!!! 😭 at least I got blankets and hot chocolate 😋

SALTY HOT CHOCOLATES?

DAY 347: I might have allergies, idk. but I can finally finish up my driving lessons!! and I finished my required hours so woohoo!!!

i’ll sneeze in ur mouth to fix ur allergies 

DAY 346: okay but real talk- I'll probably stop doing these after I do a whole year if that's okay. and I finishing up my driving lessons!

THATS FINE BABE one whole year like. fuckin dedicated!

DAY 349: I just realized I messed up the day number for the last one *dies* goddamnit. anyway, early sleepy time!!!!!! uwu

you’ve messed up a few but its ok bc youve done this for a fucking YEAR

DAY 350: MY BODY FUCKING HURTS????? rude. I don't even know why, it just did

im gonna remove ur bones

DAY 351: oof writing is hard and drawing is hard. goddamnit life is hard. BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME

i wish i had hands to draw and write