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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Are you part of a non-RPS fandom?  Do you read fic?  Please take two minutes to complete my survey.
I’m writing about translation in fanfic for my MA dissertation, and before I can make any wild claims I need your data. 
Full info and a consent form are at the beginning of the survey, and my contact details & the contact details of my uni are provided in case you have questions/concerns. 
I’ll be closing the survey to responses on 25th August so that I have time to analyse the data.  If you have a few spare minutes, please participate, and thank you in advance for your contribution!
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Hi, this is such a random ask but I alongside a friend are organising a charity raffle for Palestinian causes. We’re currently in the process of gathering prizes and just wanted to reach out to see if this might be something you’re interested in taking part in. I love your writing so much and have been a long fan. Would love to include you as part of this but absolutely no pressure if you’re unable to. If you have any questions though pls don’t hesitate to reach out. Hope all is well on your end and that you’re having a great day!
Hi there! This is a super awesome project, but unfortunately I am experiencing some serious writing burnout (as well as life burnout in general lmao) and won’t be able to take part in offering a prize. Very sorry, but best of luck with your raffle! <3
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Grind
for @profoundnet​‘s 100 word challenge.
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     Weight braced by the ropes that bind, Dean allows himself to give in. To descend. To fall with dirty fingernails anchored against Cas’s chest. In return: the most gorgeous music. He’s fucked to Zeppelin a hundred times or more, but the chords and riffs he pulls from the angel are more precious, more beautiful. 
     He descends into the moment, headfirst, a swan dive. Plunges into water, comes up drenched in sweat and shivering in pleasure as clothed hips grind desperately against his companion’s cock. This, and this, and this. Just so. Fingers curl into the rope, wrists tug at his restraints. He remains bound, shackled to his high, and to his love.
     To give. All of himself. His everything. Arms above his head, just as Cas had asked. He can be good, too, from time to time.
Read the Series on AO3.
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Husk
for @profoundnet​‘s 100 word challenge.
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      You remember huskin’ corn down in Indiana. Dad was gone a lot that year. Job didn’t pay for shit, but helped you get by when the money was tight. And money was always tight. 
      You spent fifty cents tryin’ to win your pops a watch out of one of those claw machines. You don’t say ‘I love you’ in families like yours. Practical gifts are permitted. A bottle of beer, a candy bar from the grocery store, given’ your kid brother the last bowl of Lucky Charms.
      You didn’t win the watch. You won a medallion instead with an angel on it. Said ‘angels are watching over you’, same thing your mom used to say before she died. You tossed the coin in the river. Used it to make a wish. The angel hears you, but it’s not your time yet. The world isn’t ready for you.
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Star
for @profoundnet​‘s 100 word challenge.
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     He’s a star, and you’re his satellite. He’s lost, somewhere out in the vastness of the universe, and you’re sending signals to find him, never knowing if they’ll reach him. They are prayers and they are desperate.
     Your hands bleed from wringing them, and from clawing at the Earth to demand he comes back to the home he never knew he had. The one with you. The one where you erase the last few chapters, and when he tells you he loves you, you say it back. When they wrote your story, you always knew it would be a tragedy, but you’d hoped they’d spare him the same.
     Breaker, breaker, one, two…
     Breaker, breaker, one, two….
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Dean + Cas + concealed weapons
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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- the stolen century
[id: 10 pictures representing people that sam has lost in one way or another with a quote from the adventure zone overlaid. 1 - jess: “when someone leaves your life,” 2 - jack: “those exits are not made equal.” 3 - rowena: “some are beautiful,” 4 - cas: “and poetic,” 5 - bobby: “and satisfying,” 6 - jo and ellen: “others are abrupt” 7 - charlie and kevin: “and unfair.” 8 - eileen: “but most are just unremarkable,” 9 - mary: “unintentional,” 10 - dean: “clumsy.” end id.]
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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south ; by hippo campus
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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For someone who hates chick-flick moments, Dean can be remarkably sappy. Tonight is no exception, and Castiel smiles as he opens the gift that’s been left in his hotel room.
Hey, Cas. I’m no good at fancy love letters or whatever, so here’s something better. I hope you like it, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
Dean.
Inside the package is a cassette player and a tape. The label simply reads: I love you.
Castiel takes a moment to blink back his tears and reread the note, then sits down, puts in the tape, and begins to listen.
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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On nights like this, when everything feels overwhelming, Castiel enjoys coming to the roof where it’s quiet and peaceful—just him and the vast emptiness of the sky.
Tonight is one such night, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Watching the stars has always calmed his mind, and tonight is no different.
Castiel loses track of how long he stays there, deep in his own mind, until the silence is broken by careful footsteps.
“Thought I’d find you up here,” Dean says quietly as he sits down.
They don’t talk after that—just lie side-by-side, looking up at the stars, together.
#sr
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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On nights like this, when everything feels overwhelming, Castiel enjoys coming to the roof where it’s quiet and peaceful—just him and the vast emptiness of the sky.
Tonight is one such night, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Watching the stars has always calmed his mind, and tonight is no different.
Castiel loses track of how long he stays there, deep in his own mind, until the silence is broken by careful footsteps.
“Thought I’d find you up here,” Dean says quietly as he sits down.
They don’t talk after that—just lie side-by-side, looking up at the stars, together.
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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yeah i got weird fucked up cas drawings you want digital or traditional? ah take em both kid this one’s on the house
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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🌱plant dad cas (ref)🌱
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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To Hold In Your Hands (T, 6k)
Castiel has never wanted an angel.
He does just fine on his own, has for a long time—since he was old enough to hold a shotgun and make a salt circle. He’s proud of what he’s been able to achieve without angelic help, and the longer he can keep hunting solo, the better.
But judging by the summons he’s just received to the Men of Letters’ bunker, his time is up.
He can’t avoid his future angel partner any longer.
(aka. five times that Dean saves Castiel’s life, and five times that Castiel slowly learns angels aren’t as bad as he’d thought)
reverse!verse, angel dean, hunter cas, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort
written for tiamatv for the @profoundnet gift exchange
#sr
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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To Hold In Your Hands (T, 6k)
Castiel has never wanted an angel.
He does just fine on his own, has for a long time—since he was old enough to hold a shotgun and make a salt circle. He’s proud of what he’s been able to achieve without angelic help, and the longer he can keep hunting solo, the better.
But judging by the summons he’s just received to the Men of Letters’ bunker, his time is up.
He can’t avoid his future angel partner any longer.
(aka. five times that Dean saves Castiel's life, and five times that Castiel slowly learns angels aren't as bad as he'd thought)
reverse!verse, angel dean, hunter cas, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort
written for tiamatv for the @profoundnet gift exchange
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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some cas in black doodles from last night
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saltnhalo · 3 years
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Happy birthday zee!!!
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