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Reblog this if you like Supernatural. No questions, just do. It'll make sense later.

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For reference, this is what she’s talking about :

In conclusion: Fanfic is important, there’s nothing wrong with writing or enjoying it and the cast and crew of Good Omens are a gift.

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I feel like it’s when you make fun of your siblings vs when somebody else does and all of a sudden you’re their biggest fan.

me, a fan of spn: spn sucks. there’s barely any diversity. they kill women for manpain. the gay characters are either killed off or never seen after only being in one episode.

an anti: says the exact same things but with hatred.

me: okay first off all bitch, spn is the best-

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It's Just Fan Fic...

I got an email from a reader earlier.  The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over.  It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room.  He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.

I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.

“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing.  How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”

“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen.  "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”

“I think she means favorite fic author.  Not real author.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes.  ”Of course there is.”

“Why?”

“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.

“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you.  A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact.  You write, people read it and react.  That makes you an author.”

“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead.  Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right.  (But please don’t tell him I said that)

From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader.  I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling?  That makes me an author.

I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception.  I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.  

It’s not JUST fan fic.  It’s literature.  It’s published.  It’s read.  It’s loved.

It matters.

Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved. 

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Here’s the thing. The Little Mermaid is my FAVORITE Disney princess (always has been and always will be) and as long as this woman can belt “A Part of Your World” the way it deserves to be belted, I don’t care what she looks like!

people who can’t handle seeing a black redheaded mermaid are weak and you’re not allowed to watch disney movies ever again 

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Reblog if you don't have a girlfriend or boyfriend.

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This is so sweet and I love it!

Running Off to Bali with John Moodboard

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Brian May and Freddie Mercury visited a designer of women’s clothing together and found some designs that were originally made for the top of a wedding dress and had some custom made as stage costumes and then toured the world wearing matching wedding dress tops and delivering rock hit after rock hit and that’s how Queen killed toxic masculinity

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the game was released on the 27th of june, 1980.

there were 5 singles released.

“crazy little thing called love”, (x)

“play the game”, (x)

“save me”, (x)

“another one bites the dust”, (x)

and “need your loving tonight”. (US and japan only) (x)

the other songs featured on the album were;

“dragon attack”

“rock it (prime jive)”

“don’t try suicide”

��sail away sweet sister”

“coming soon”

the album reached 4x platinum in the US, and was the first ever queen album to use a synthesizer. it was queen’s only album to reach #1 in the US.

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I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

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I’m at work and apparently I’ve been thinking about Joe Mazzello too much because I was typing “Murphy,FirstName” and I typed “Tim”, which is nowhere close to the person’s name. 🤷‍♀️

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Adooooore this!! 😍

Catching Up Part XIII

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.  

Word Count: 3K

Tag List: @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @jennyggggrrr, @somethinginthewayiam, @grandaddy-roger-trash, @rogerloveshiscar @danamaleksworld, @mrsmazzello, @reedusteinrambles, @rexorangecouny, @caborhapch, @kurt-nightcrawler, @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls, @queendeakyy, @hotttspace, @anxious-diabetic, @someone-get-a-medic, @psychosupernatural, @lizvxx, @cobra-anon, @anotherhystericalqueen @briarrose26, @ziggymay @hopefully-aesthetically-pleasing, @mazzello-lee-jones-malek This story is almost over, but it’s not too late to be tagged for the epilogue! Coming soon!

A/N: Okay, I thought this was gonna be the last bit, but nah, I want more. There will be a short epilogue to wrap it up :)

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI Part VII  Part VIII  Part IX  Part X  Part XI  Part XII

Part XIII here we go!!!

“Joey!” Joe blubbered at his son. “Do you know that it’s your birthday? That you’re a year old today?”

They were sprawled out on the floor, on Joey’s favorite blanket as he played with a few gifts Joe had already given him first thing in the morning. He wanted today to be happy. A real celebration.

Joey said a soft “Da-da” back and Joe’s heart swelled.

“Of course you know, you brilliant boy!” He kissed him on the nose.

There was a soft knock on the door, so Joe stood up, bending over to pick up Joey, and he padded down the little hallway to answer. He opened it to reveal Ben. He carried a few gifts and a bottle of wine.

“Hey, mate,” he said to Joe and then beamed at Joey. “Happy birthday, darling boy!”

Joe smiled. “Can you say thank you to Uncle Ben, buddy?”

Joey just grinned and grasped for Ben. Joe stepped aside to allow Ben through the door. They made their way to the kitchen to Ben could set his things down. Then he took Joey in his arms and kissed his face until the boy was shrieking and giggling.

“I finally had to hide cardboard Ben,” Joe said as he watched. “Joey kept wanting him to hold him and then he’d cry when he couldn’t.”

“Oh, no!” Ben laughed. “Well, I’ll try to stop by more often so he can have the real thing.”

Gwilym arrived next. He also had too many gifts. Rami and Lucy followed, newlywed and looking thrilled. They all wished Joey a very happy birthday and he beamed at their affection.

“He looks more like you every day, Joe,” Gwilym observed, caressing Joey’s little head.

Joe shrugged. “Well, he’s got Y/N’s smile.”

“Well, she gave him a good one, didn’t she?” Lucy added, pinching Joey’s cheek softly.

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spn hiatus creations: week one  → in memoriam  We rise and we fall and we break . And we make our mistakes. And if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died I’m willing to wait for it. 

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Um...?

Type your state or country into the gif search bar and reblog the fifth thing that comes up

Here I’ll go first

What the fuck

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Me on Sunday morning.

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