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At The End Of All Things
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by nofeelingisfinall
"You know, Dean, I-" He pauses, and Dean can see his jaw clenching and unclenching, his brows furrow. "I don't want you to feel like you have to carry this all on your own because you don't. We're all stuck here. We are all hopeless and scared and- I know it isn't much, but...I am glad it's us."
"Yeah, I- me too, man. Me too."
And who was Dean to want more than this?
- or -
The world is ending and there is nothing Dean can do about it, but he isn't alone.
Words: 13054, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jo Harvelle, Cassie Robinson
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), Human Endverse Castiel (Supernatural), it's the endverse but not really?, dean is dumb and in love, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, dean has a lot of emotions, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, I think it's angsty? I have no idea how tags work tbh
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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the only thing they have left is each other, if you even care
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At the end of all things by Entityx
At the end of all things
by Entityx
M, 6k, Wangxian
Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™
Summary: Lan Wangji is aware that he is not the only one who is left haunted by constant bloodshed.
Everyone has changed over the course of the Sunshot Campaign. However the one who underwent the most drastic change was undeniable.
It's subtle- he's still friendly and boisterous with members of his sect. But he is not truly open anymore. Gone is the optimistic boy who radiated sincerity with every word. Instead he is replaced with a hollow imitation, with a smile cracked at the edges, and a laugh that is too hollow to fool anyone.
Kay's comments: Sunshot Era Wangxian who are constantly at each other's throats has so much potential, especially if it escalates to them actually fighting and that ending up in a golden core reveal and this fic delivered on all of that and much more. The first half is incredibly dark and angsty, showing the reality of Lan Wangji's life in the war and the second half treats us to Wangxian first fighting and then slowly growing closer as the revelations hit. A really great story!
Excerpt: Wei Ying grins, "Lan Zhan! Come, take a seat!" He shifts over on the log he had been sitting on, patting the empty space next to him. Briefly, Lan Wangji wonders how someone can have a smile so welcoming even whilst wearing robes stained with blood.
He carefully seats himself beside Wei Ying, careful not to let his robes touch the mud. The slight contact of their shoulders brushing against each other puts him on edge; this is the closest he has physically been to the other man in a very long time.
"Lan Zhan! What are you doing here? Don't tell me you missed me," Wei Ying teases.
"I was walking nearby and I saw smoke. I thought there was trouble." He can't stop the frustration from seeping into his voice.
I thought you were in danger.
Wei Ying's smile falls, and he puts down the jar of wine he was cheerfully swinging just moments ago. "Ah, I didn't realize…"
"Wei Ying, what were you thinking- starting a fire this close to enemy territory?" He is careful not to raise his voice- but it doesn't matter. The second the words leave his lips he realizes that they sound accusative, and he knows he's made a mistake.
The other man's eyes flash red. "Fuck I forgot about the stupid rule okay? We were just trying to have fun."
The other Jiang cultivators, even as drunk as they are- are beginning to look uncomfortable. They glance at each other uneasily, once, twice and ultimately walk away. Wisely, or perhaps rudely- they do not stick around to say goodbye to their senior.
pov lan wangji, canon divergence, sunshot campaign, angst and hurt/comfort, war, nightmares, mental health issues, wei wuxian has ptsd, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, golden core reveal, miscommunication, unresolved romantic tension, hopefuly ending
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Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring... he’ll despise me...
Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun
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I love that everyone in TMA is just. Unremarkable. Jon isnt a heroic character; he's self-loathing and depressed and he exhibits the same self-pity as I do when I'm self-loathing and depressed. He doesn't stand out for his strength of will or quick-thinking or virtue. He's a good person but he stops trying to stay human when it gets uncomfortable. He's everything that a regular person is when theyre trapped in a horrible situation and it's ugly and insufferable and Real.
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