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There is reason for hope.

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New device for removing blood clots                          

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Grave digging by the light of the moon. 

Suptober 2019

Day 12 - R.I.P.

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5 things we never say to people we love, but we should

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sam winchester // research

"i'll look into the lore"

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for @aihoshiduo

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In recent days, there have been a number of posts on tumblr about third party apps that host AO3 fic on them. A lot of people are worried and even more people are pissed.

There is no need to send in emails to AO3 Support or to the Policy and Abuse team. They are fully aware of the situation and are probably drowning in emails right now. 

Here’s what I know and what you can do about it.

Fluff app / Fanfiction Pocket Archive Library app / Archive Track Reader app:

These apps work as a sort of skin for the AO3 site itself. They don’t download works and redistribute them. They provide an access point to AO3.

The developers of these apps are making money from the app itself (through tips and subscriptions - both voluntary), which wouldn’t exist without the free content created by AO3 authors. Since people post their work to AO3 because it is free to access and hosted without ads, authors are understandably angered by this.

Because these apps are basically just a portal to the site, a DMCA notice will not apply in this case. All works currently hosted on AO3 will show up on these apps, because these apps are simply letting you view AO3 through their interface.

Woodsign company apps (including MCU, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Creepypasta, and more):

These apps seem to curate  some fic from the various fandoms and rehost it. They allow users to read offline, so it’s possible they are redistributing it. In this case, a DMCA takedown might be effective.

This app developer is also making money by hosting fanfic that was written and posted for free on AO3. They have put up a paywall so that you can only access the complete fic if you pay for it or rate the app in the App store. 

If you want to post a negative review, consider saying things like:

* these fanworks are free already at archiveofourown.org * you can kudos, comment, bookmark, subscribe, and mark to read for later for free with an archiveofourown.org account * you can also download fics to read later in various file formats - both pdf and formats that are usable by ereaders * archiveofourown.org is a website with full mobile browser accessibility. Anything you can do in this app, you can do on the site - for free, and without ads * the Archive is a fully-licensed non-profit organization run by volunteers, unlike this for-profit app

There is no official AO3 app. The website is mobile friendly and if you want to have quick button access to it, you can Add to Homescreen on your phone and you can click in just like you would on an app. None of these third party apps can provide you with AO3 support. Only AO3 can do that. The best version of the site will always, always be the site itself.

If you’ve read this far, please signal boost so that AO3 Support can get fewer tickets. And if you love AO3, consider donating to them. They accept donations year round, not just during their pledge drives. 

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“Dad just … grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim’s about three hours away, but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the shtriga had disappeared, it was just gone. It never surfaced until now. You know, Dad never spoke about it again, I didn’t ask. But he…ah…he looked at me different, you know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order and I didn’t listen, I almost got you killed.”

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Masterlist

Series [Warnings are listed at the beginning of each chapter]

I Like Knowing Things -  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (coming soon)

One-shots

You scared us During a hunt, the reader gets hurt while protecting Sam. Some basic angst fit

#masterlist

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You scared us

Characters Dean, Sam, Reader

Word count 1091

Warnings none, this is some very basic angst where the reader gets injured on a hunt and pisses Sam and Dean off

A/N This is the first thing I wrote but I never posted it. I’ve almost finished my exams and I was going through my files because I want to start writing again, and I found this. So yeah, here we go. As always, feedback is always appreciated!

"What the hell was that?" Sam finally spoke. The anger barely contained in his voice. It was the first sound in the Impala since we had left the nest of vampires. Which had been close to half an hour earlier.

"Sam..."

"No Dean, don't! She almost got herself killed because she put herself between that vamp and me!"

"We can do this when we get to the motel. After she's all fixed up." I saw his jaw clench with tension before his gaze left his brother. I knew he was trying to prevent a fight. I also knew he was going to fail.

"You'd have done the same thing for me." It was a whisper but I could tell that both of them had heard me. Dean looked at me through the rearview mirror for a split second before turning his eyes back to the road, sighing and shaking his head, knowing the fight was on.

Sam turned around to look at me, "That's not the point! You almost got yourself killed, again! How many times do we have to tell you not to pull those stunts?"

"So I should just stand there and watch?" My voice was still low, I tried to turn my head towards him but the movement made the bite I had on my shoulder hurt, courtesy of the vampires, and I grunted giving up and laying my head back on the leather seat. I was more beaten up than I would ever admit.

He scoffed and turned around, "Yes! Because otherwise, this happens!"

Dean tried talking to make us stop, but we both ignored him and I rolled my eyes I looked at the younger Winchester, this time not caring about the pain.

"But I'm still alive, Sam! I'm okay, and you're being dramatic!"

"Me, dramatic? I can't believe this." He shook his head, "You're not okay! You got bit and wounded, and pretty bad I'd say, since you can barely move without feeling any pain!"

"That's what happens on hunts! I will survive!"

He swore under his breath, "Do you see any of us beaten up like you?"

"You can't expect me to not get hurt on hunts. To not take any risks when there's your life on the line."

"Y/N, our life is on the line constantly." He yelled, exasperated, and I screamed back.

"So what, am I supposed to do nothing next time?"

"Maybe we're supposed to not take you with us anymore, since you can't do what you're told."

I was in disbelief. He sounded an awful lot like John, and the worst part was that he knew damn well that those words would hurt me. He wasn’t serious was he?

"Yeah, like you'd actually do that." I murmured, but he didn't answer. Instead, he kept looking in front of him. Worry grew in my chest. "You wouldn't do that!" I shouted, "You can't take this away from me!" I put my hands on the back of the front seat, moving closer to the brothers, ignoring my body screaming in pain and the tears filling up my eyes. "You saved me two years ago and since then, more times than I can count, and now you expect me to just sit there as I watch you die? And now you want to leave me?" Despite me yelling right behind him, he still wouldn't look at me. I scoffed, "Look at me, Sam! Look at me and tell me that you would do that.”

He turned around. His face was a mask; I couldn't understand what was going through his mind. As time passed I felt the desperation growing in me and the tears came streaming down my cheeks. I heard Dean mutter, "Okay, that's enough."

He slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the dark road. We both shouted and cursed at him, but somehow he screamed louder than both of us.

"Cut it out!" We both looked at him with incredulity on our faces. He returned our looks and continued "Can't we find a way out of this without screaming at each other like that?"

"Dude," his brother said with confusion on his face, "you weren't doing anything two minutes ago."

Dean looked both offended and furious as he answered his brother. "Yes I was, dumbass! The problem is, you two were at each other's throat and couldn't hear what I was saying!" He pinched the bridge on his nose, exasperated. He breathed in, trying to calm down. "Look, this happens every damn time we go on a hunt."

"De-"

"No, shut up Sam, you already said enough." He sighed before talking again. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but she's an adult."

"Well, thank you!"

"She can't even drink yet, she's 19!"

"But I can drink beer when I’m with you? So I'm an adult only when it's convenient for you, uh?"

"What the fuck do you not understand about ‘shut up’?" The older yelled and we both sat silent, but still sulking at each other.

"I was saying, she's an adult. We already discussed this when she started hunting, there's no point in discussing it again. We all know this, or worse, could happen every time we get out of this car."

"So what, we do nothing?" Sam grunted.

I didn't know what to say or do. I knew they were pissed off because I had put my life in danger, but this turn of events completely threw me off. I thought Dean was going to be the angrier one, but apparently, I was wrong.

"Do we ever do anything, apart from shouting at each other for a while, when it's the two of us who do something like that?" Dean uttered, and a Sam lightly chuckled.

"We don't, actually."

"Y/N the point is," the older brother went on, "we got pretty fucking scared, seeing you on the ground like that, covered in blood with that thing on you." Silence came down on us again, and after a couple of minutes of each one of us being lost in his own thoughts, Dean moved to start Baby's engine.

"I'm sorry." They both turned around to watch me as I kept talking "I mean, I'd do that again a million more times, but I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Yeah, well..." spoke Sam "I guess we'll have to get used to it... Still, if you do that again, I'll kill you."

I scoffed, "Yeah, good luck with that.”

#Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #reader insert #supernatural fic #SPN #angst #supernatural angst

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THAT phone call

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lil dash Cas just casually keeping an eye on u, making sure ur doing ok :)

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I was scoping out my collection of cardboard boxes for things I could use it for my move, and found this folded up inside one. It must be at least 2 years old, but it’s kind of amazing?! I feel like there’s a story as to why the hell Bobby is a bulldog, but god knows what it was. 

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can’t seem to write much so reading more fics it is...

looking to broaden my horizons with new writers or old ones i just haven’t discovered yet so recommend me some (supernatural/marvel pls)

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So @mrswhozeewhatsis , @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and I came up with an idea. Can we all tag our supernatural season 15 spoilers with

#dontspoilthefinalhunt

Similar to what we did with endgame.

Because people have been watching the show for 15 years. Then don't deserve to have the ending be spoiled for them just because they can't watch it live. Especially the international fans.

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Happiness Will Come To You.