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Elle Verde, 26yo, she/her, bi. "I am a stranger in my own life"- Sheryl Crow; ; artist; music adorer; sock fiend; somewhere between nerd-dom and geekiness; emo; poet.

Depression of the Zillenium is officially released!!

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I'm so excited to share this work with you all! It's been long in the process, but well worth the effort. Thank you everyone for your support through this! I hope there will be many more books for me to write, and you all to enjoy!

All the best,

I know I missed the official release date by a day, but Depression of the Zillenium is now available for purchase at

https://thepoetrybox.com/bookstore/zillenium or online at Barnes and Noble.

Again, thank you everyone who has ever encouraged me to write and keep going!

All the best,

Elle Verde
Anonymous asked:

Hi, I hope you don't mind my quick question. I mostly absorbed Supernatural via osmosis and there is one thing that bugs me. There are lots of fics where Cas angsts over Dean not knowing his true form, but why can't he simply draw it? Does he canonicaly suck at it? Thank you for your time.

I’ve been thinking about this ask for 2 days now and “Cas sucks at drawing” is the best take I’ve seen in ages he’ll try to be romantic and gift Dean an artistic rendition of his true face only for it to turn out like this:

Dean looks at it, goes “dude you’ve got so many boobs”, and then has to sleep on the couch for a week

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This scene, which I have been thinking about ALL DAMN DAY since seeing this post, does of course break my heart along all the standard Dean and Castiel fault lines. There’s the knowledge that Castiel must have known how little chance he stood against Lucifer, the heartbreak of him walking into almost certain death just to buy a little more time, desperate as he is to come back with that win for Dean. There’s also, of course, the heartbreak of Dean’s entire reaction—the increasing urgency with which he calls Castiel’s name, the parallels to Sam and Jess in the pilot, his expression in the second gif as the initial shock fades and he realizes that Cas is about to choose to stay trapped in a different dimension, again, to leave Dean, again, to choose paying for his sins rather than being with Dean, again.

But I also love the depth that Sam’s reactions add to this scene—I don’t know that they were deliberate choices for these reasons, but I interpret them a certain way and I love what they tell us not just about Sam but about Dean and Cas. In the first gif,  Sam reacts quicker than Dean, flinching immediately when Castiel comes into contact with him, his whole body tensing to fight or to run. It doesn’t matter that Cas is a friend; Sam’s attention is so wired-in on Lucifer that everything kicks off a threat response. This is the constant that always breaks my heart: whenever Sam and Lucifer are in a room together, Sam is on a hair trigger. Dean is afraid of Lucifer, too, but Lucifer never hurt Dean the way he had decades in the Cage to hurt Sam. Lucifer never trapped Dean in his own head the way he did Sam. Sam’s terror of Lucifer is something he has pushed through time and again, but the memory still lives deep in his marrow, buried so far that it’s nearly instinct by this point. In Lucifer’s presence, Sam is simultaneously less aware of his surroundings and more hyperreactive to anything coming near him because he’s so focused on what his body perceives on a bone-deep level as the single most obliterative source of danger in the immediate vicinity.

But Dean seems to know, on an almost subconscious level, before he even turns his head, that it’s Castiel brushing past him. Maybe he recognizes the sound of Castiel’s footsteps, or the specific rustle of Castiel’s clothing, or the particular feel of Castiel’s arm against his own. Whatever subtle, subconscious cues Dean’s awareness is picking up on, it doesn’t cause him to put up a guard. He turns his head in confusion, but there’s no fight-or-fight reflex. On a completely unconscious and instinctual level, Dean’s body recognizes and registers Castiel’s presence as safe.

And then, as if that weren’t enough, there’s Sam’s reaction in the third gif. Sam’s reaching for Dean before Dean even starts moving. Sam realizes and processes what’s happening slightly faster than Dean and the first thing he knows is that his brother is going to run for Castiel. This is so clear to Sam that he moves before Dean has even started doing it, and this is the only reason that Sam is able to get Dean through that portal while Castiel distracts Lucifer. (I think there’s a lot to unpack here about how Sam and Cas have a tendency to not question each other’s tactical decisions, and how they don’t typically exhibit the same instinctual protectiveness toward each other that they do towards Dean or that Dean does towards them—that’s a whole other topic though.) Sam gets to Dean probably one second before Dean would have started after Castiel, and from Dean’s struggle in the fourth, final gif, I don’t think anyone other than Sam would’ve been able to successfully pull him back. Dean’s body is canted forward, his final call for Castiel is desperate, urgent. He fights against Sam’s arm for an instant before yielding, but there’s still shock and confusion and hurt warring in his expression. On a cerebral level Dean’s still processing the gut-punch of what the core of him has realized immediately and viscerally (that Cas is deliberately sacrificing himself, that Cas doesn’t know if he’s going to come back from this) and Dean is operating mostly on instinct right now: get to him, help him, don’t let him die, don’t lose him.

Sam’s able to pull Dean through the portal for the same reason that Dean was able to pull Sam out of that burning room in Palo Alto all those years ago: in the midst of your panic and fear, your body knows that you trust the person who is pulling you back. And because you are not thinking of your survival—because, in your shock and your desperation, you cannot think, you cannot breathe, you cannot do anything but scream a name and reach helplessly for the love of your life, your body grieves, and lets this person drag you to safety.

okay fuck it, I was curious and bored so here's what happened

TLDR it was a prank on OP all along but the friends bonded so much that they actually started dating and somehow it got more fanfic-y

Chapter 1: My Angel Baby

Summary: Kelly Kline was prepared to die to birth her son Jack into the world. But when she wakes up in the room where she was to die, she panics, holding her newborn in her arms, wondering what happened.

Tags: Canon Divergent, baby!Jack, What-If?, Season 12 finale reimagined, tw: blood, tw description of violence, major character death

Word count: 1,358 words

A/N: This is probably the most twisted fic to spawn in my head (so far). However, I still wanted to share it with you all. :) Will be working on this intermittently, though mainly when I am taking breaks from my other fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: My Angel Baby

Summary: Kelly Kline was prepared to die to birth her son Jack into the world. But when she wakes up in the room where she was to die, she panics, holding her newborn in her arms, wondering what happened.

Tags: Canon Divergent, baby!Jack, What-If?, Season 12 finale reimagined, tw: blood, tw description of violence, major character death

Word count: 1,358 words

A/N: This is probably the most twisted fic to spawn in my head (so far). However, I still wanted to share it with you all. :) Will be working on this intermittently, though mainly when I am taking breaks from my other fic. Enjoy!

“I shall never forget the occasion when I was visiting a school as a writer and the whole place suddenly fell into an uproar because the school tomboy - a most splendid Britomart of a girl - had beaten up the school bully. Everything stopped in the staffroom while the teachers debated what to do. They wanted to give the tomboy a prize, but decided reluctantly that they had better punish her and the bully too. They knew that if, as a child, you do pluck up courage to hit the bully, it is an act of true heroism - as great as that of Beowulf in his old age. I remember passing the tomboy, sitting in her special place of punishment opposite the bully. She was blazing with her deed, as if she had actually been touched by a god. And I thought that this confirmed all my theories: a child in her position is open to any heroic myth I care to use; she is inward with folktales; she would feel the force of any magical or divine intervention.”

— Diana Wynne Jones (via joeyvermeil)

Thanks, Norman Rockwell.

hello smosh nation. welcome to love is blind gay

decided to color up my silly sketches…enjoy

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