#but i mean what do you expect this is the cas images site

[sunforgrace]

like fundamentally it IS cas that is keeping me here and that’s how you come out on top

#like yes the relationship between him and dean but CAS #but i mean what do you expect this is the cas images site

[clairenatural]

i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms. 

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it.  “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward.  “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.

#i do hope it was ok to write this #i was hoarding this ask until i could #bc i couldnt stop thinking about it!!! #Anonymous #answered #my words #over 1k words #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #i am Not an art historian so i tried to keep all the descriptions vague enough to not cause problems but if there are issues im sorry

[and-stir-the-stars]

The version of Supernatural in my head where tfw gets sucked into Aini_Nufire's Of Feathers and Flames verse... and ff!team free will helps s15!Cas see how friggin toxic Dean especially is to him and Ryn helps Cas cope with losing his child... and s15!Cas eventually leaves the Bunker after realizing that he thought he was only ever capable of being a soldier for billions of years, he never knew he had the capacity to be a father inside him, and now he needs to know what else he holds inside himself that he was never allowed to access, needs to know who he is... and he goes weeks without calling, but one day as everyone is sitting at the table trying to research a way to send s15!tfw back home, S15!Sam gets a call and it's Cas' number... "Cas," he says breathlessly, trying to contain his excitement and worry.

"Sam." Cas' voice is stiff and awkward, wavering slightly.

"Cas, are you-- are you okay?"

"I'm not in any danger, but I... I need your help."

"Anything." Sam doesn't hesitate.

Castiel, however, does hesitate. Sam can hear the thick swallow over the phone, and practically kicks himself. Yeah, after everything that had happened between them recently... too little, too late; he knew.

"I'm trying to find someone," Cas eventually murmurs.

"What? Are you working a case? Alone?"

"No," Cas says slowly. "I want to see Kelly again."

"...Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm not a fool. I know that this isn't my dimension and she's not the Kelly I knew, but... Sam, I never got to say goodbye to her, I never got to attend her funeral either, and I-- I just want something back. I need something back."

Sam squeezes his eyes shut to push the image of that goddamn cemetery and everything they'd lost from his mind. His fingers tug at his hair as he deliberates, but Sam already knows his answer. "Do you have a computer in front of you?"

Cas does. Sam walks him through the motions: tells him what site to go on and information to put in to find Kelly Kline's address and place of work, just in case it's not the same as it was in their dimension.

"Thank you, Sam." The tightness in Cas' voice has relaxed slightly.

"Of course. I'm glad you felt like you could come to me with this; that means a lot to me." That's true. Cas could have called the Sam Winchester that was native to this dimension, but he hadn't.

"It's been nice to hear your voice again."

"So... you haven't been hearing my prayers?"

"Prayers aren't... vocal. I don't hear words the way a human might expect, I just feel things. Intentions. Needs. Hopes. And I've been blocking out prayers more than I've been accepting them, Sam. My head is already loud enough as it is."

"Oh. I-- sorry, I didn't know--"

"It's fine. Your prayers are... I've always enjoyed them when I feel well enough to listen."

Sam smiles. "Does that mean you don't find them 'grating' anymore?"

"No," Cas says, his voice catching in a way that might have been the beginning of a chuckle. "No, I don't. Not yours."

"I'm glad."

"Thank you again for agreeing to help me."

"Of course, Cas. Good luck with Kelly. I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Me too," the angel says quietly.

"Cas? Before you go, I want you to know... I want you to know that I've missed you. I know you need time, and I'm okay with that, but it means the world to me that you called," Sam says. "I love you, Cas."

Cas goes silent, the only sound being his shaky breaths traveling across the phone speaker.

It goes on for too long, and Sam starts wondering if that was too much.

"I..." Cas' voice shatters.

"You don't have to say anything. I didn't-- I didn't say that because I was expecting anything back, okay? You don't owe me anything. I just needed you to know."

"Okay."

#YES I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS CONVERSATION BETWEEN SAM AND CAS OUT EVEN IF I CANNOT PROVIDE #SUFFICIENT CONTEXT. OKAY IT WAS IMPORTANT TO ME EVEN IF IT'S NONSENSICAL TO MOST. #anyway cas is dying on the other end of the phone bc it's the first time any non-angel has ever told #him that they love him #the last person was balthazar like ten years ago. and NO cas doesn't owe sam and 'i love you back' #spn #and sorry to be samcrit here bc i know he's dean's victim too and it's hard to stand up to ur abuser #but the consequences don't just like. go away. and cas still has things he needs to work thru. sooo. #like it's still gonna hurt cas that sam never stood up for him or jack when they needed it #sam and cas #dean critical #anti dean winchester #sam critical #i should really stop hijacking other people's aus for my own needs huh.

[thewebcomicsreview]

What’s that? I’m talking about Homestuck too much lately? Well, too bad, it updated and I’m-a livebloggin’ it. This chapter contains a content warning for child abuse and I’m thus putting the rest of this post below a Read More, though I’m live blogging and don’t know what the child abuse content actually is. 

Looks like we’re with Jane, so this might be the chapter with Yiffy in it! But probably not, because they’re gonna drag it out. Incidentally, since the rebellion consists of two max-level characters, four god tiers (John, Jake, Rose, and Jade), and now Vriska who is the 8est fighter 8y far, how does Jane even stand a chance? Good thing for her that she pre-emptively took a hostage! 

JANE: (I've always been pretty good at crying on cue.) JANE: (Could I try staging an emotional breakdown?) JANE: (That could work; playing to people's humanity.) JANE: (Or whatever is the more inclusive term.)

I do like that Jane, a genocidal human-supremacist dictator, is worried about being “inclusive” in her propaganda. I wonder if she’s starting to drift from Trumphitler into Nancy Pelosi, now. Also interesting: She’s apparently using Gamzee’s death for propaganda value, cool and all, but her superpower is literally raising the dead. I can buy that Jane would rather use her ex-boyfriend for propaganda than revive him, but won’t the people of Earth C have questions? 

DIRK: Dude, the bowl. JAKE: Hm? JAKE: Oh, right. JANE: What is it now, Jake. JAKE: I brought something for our guest as well. JANE: You mean the prisoner. JAKE: Y...es.

I realize that Yiffygate made the patreon rocket to the stratosphere, but I hope we’re not actually getting to see her so soon. It’s more fun to speculate. For instance, she’s apparently getting meals in a dog bowl. Is that because she’s literally half dog, moreso than Jade, and is feral in some way? That’s been hinted at a little, but it’s also possible Jane’s just tormenting her to be a bitch. As we saw when she was Crockerfied in Act 6, Jane’s got a bit of a sadistic streak in her.

Well, that was answered pretty fucking fast! Okay, let’s not click next just yet. If we’re only getting one panel to speculate, let’s milk it like a dying webcomic franchise: Preppy bording school outfit, but with cleats, so she’s apparently an athlete. Lots of pink highlights on her outfit (shoes/socks/tie). She’s got a black dog tail, but appears to have light hair? I like this design, actually, or what little of it we’re seeing. I was half-expecting Yiffy to be a full-on Deviantart parody, but I think the angle we’re going here is “a mostly normal girl, besides being part dog, who’s just been absolutely shit on by life and every adult she’s ever encountered”. It’s not her fault her name is Yiffany, y’know? She didn’t ask for this. 

Let’s see how right I am.

JANE: Well, go on then. JANE: She's over in the corner. JANE: Don't worry, she won't bite. JANE: I've seen to that already.

The fact that this chapter had a content warning for child abuse makes this read a lot more “Yikes” than it might’ve otherwise.

DIRK: Jake. DIRK: You put the food in a fucking dog bowl. JAKE: (It was all there was, ok???)

I feel like this is actually worse than if Jane put the food in a dog bowl to torment Yiffy.

I told you we’d fall in love with her. I told you dog.

....I don’t know if the MSPA art style lends itself to slightly raised camera angles like this, it looks like Yiffy’s face is 50% forehead. 

*Lore hat on*

Okay, first off, dick move electrocuting a child. That out of the way. Yiffy is communicating in wolf howls (she must be a big fan of Toast, from my webcomic Saffron and Sage!), but she’s also literally being electrocuted so lets cut her some slack. What’s more interesting is that her Awoos are in red. 

Vrissy shares a font color with Vriska, who she’s trying to emulate. They even use the same CSS class in the site code. Tavros shares his with Gamzee, his abusive uncle (and doesn’t have the same CSS class). Harry Anderson has a unique font color that’s pretty close to his dad’s, but isn’t quite the same (possible to make Harry/John chats more readable, whereas Vriska and Vrissy being hard to distinguish is the joke?). Yiffy, however, does not speak in either Jade’s green or Rose’s purple, she speaks in red. It’s a unique shade of red, I checked, and while it could potentially be in reference to Dave, let’s get real

Obviously, she’s the new Handmaid. This was obvious enough that I was making that comparison even before we learned her red text and rebellious personality. So I’m starting to see what they’re going for here (and, god help me, I’m starting to come around to Yiffany Longstocking Lalonde Harley as a concept). She’s not a one-dimensional joke of a character, she’s just a normal girl having a fucking rough time of it right now and also always. Speaking of time, red is connected to the Time aspect, which isn’t confirmation of anything but a little note to put in the back of your pocket.

Also to put in your back pocket, Jane’s the new Condesce and Yiffy’s the new Handmaid. The Condesce killed the Handmaid. 

JANE: You've been a thorn in my side ever since I agreed to enroll you at the academy, little madam. JANE: Back then, I was doing a favor for two old friends who made a disgusting mistake. JANE: I'm no longer going to play nice with you just because of your parents, however. JANE: That truce is over.

That’s some efficient expositing! 

Man, I really am coming around to this Yiffy thing, holy shit. I actually think her reveal last chapter was actively designed to get fans to hate the concept as much as possible, and not just from a Controversy Creates Ca$h kind of way (though that didn’t hurt).The entire fandom has been calling Yiffy a disgusting mistake for three weeks, and now here’s Jane doing it, and we’re being asked to consider this from Yiffy’s perspective: Given a stupid name as a joke, shunted off to boarding school by parents who were ashamed of her existence, repeatedly told she’s a disgusting mistake and tortured, even the fans all hate her on sight, and she literally hasn’t said a word yet! That’s....legitimately pretty cool writing, right there. A deft and entirely intentional juking of the fandom’s emotional state to get us to hate a character conceptually so that now when the comic’s trying to get us to sympathize with her it’s an easier sell because we feel a bit guilty. I dig it. Shit like this is why I still read Homestuck, it can be very clever at times, even now.

(Pierced ears, in case the punky aesthetic wasn’t obvious). Also, the page with a gif of everything going dark as Yiffy passes out has a black background, which is a nice touch.

TG: but seriously, do you? AG: Not really. TG: not even about... you know? TG: her? AG: No. TG: ... are you sure? AG: A8solutely. AG: What are you, my moirail? AG: Just leave it, Harry. TG: ok.

Then we cut to a chatlog (with the all-black background, which is just really nice here at selling the mood), and even Vrissy doesn’t want to talk about Yiffany.

AG: It was Cute, 8lright???????? AG: Or, at the very least, a 8*cketload less vomit worthy than everything else that Went Down with our parents.

She’s “vomit-worthy”

I think the update that introduced the Candy Kids was the most enjoyable, but this was, by miles, the best thing to come out of the Homestuck EU. It completely redeemed everything this comic did with Yiffy so far and made it all work. And this black-background-no-image gimmick, while simple, was shockingly effective at conveying the lonely empty mood they were going for (admittedly it probably helped that I was already listening to spooky music), and it’s something Homestuck had never done. This was....

This chapter was great. This was Act 5 great. Like, it’s literally just beating up a child for a whole chapter, but in terms of getting the emotional response they wanted, this is Homestuck at its absolute best. It wasn’t just “here’s a cute girl, let’s beat her up a bit for sympathy”, all the stuff in the last chapter, infuriating the fandom like nothing I’ve seen in webcomics in years, Jade’s dog dick, it was all for this. It was all to get us predisposed to fucking hate Yiffany Longstocking Lalonde Harley so that they could flip the switch and make us love her, make the very fact that we hated her so much part of the reason we love her now. No other webcomic would do that, no other webcomic would have the balls to do that. This is why I read Homestuck, this is why I’m still hanging on to this rock has the wave of cheating dog dicks keeps smacking me in the face. This is avant-fucking-garde, man. I’ve done a full 180 on Homestuck 2. I’m sold. I stan. I’m Homestuck trash again. 

EDIT

Oh, and Vrissy suddenly passed out mid-sentence right around the same time Yiffy passed out (hmmm!), and apparently she’s narcoleptic like Jade (hmmm!)

#Homestuck #Homestuck 2 #Homestuck 2 Liveblog

[townpea04]

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[mauvemorn]

If is ok to ask, how do you make money of cc? If you don't use annoying shorter links and add fly. Maybe other creators can learn from you 🤔

Hi. I monetize my traffic by placing Google Adsense ads on my blog. Those do not pop-up, are safe and based on the visitor’s search history and location. This is how most websites make money these days. In the past they would give out accs to just about anyone, but these days they are more strict about it. Most cc creators might have to put a bit of money (optionally, around 6-9$) and time to get approved. The requirements are the following:

Very long post ahead

1). Top-level domain (com, net, org, etc, so mauvemorn.net, not mauvemorn.tumblr.com).

Alternatively, you can get an acc on Blogger without having to buy a domain, it is owned by Google. It’s best to have a SSL certificate, too (additional security measure that turns http into https, Google is said to prioritize websites that have it, Tumblr does not allow to edit themes that have links that start with http). If you’re buying your domain for Tumbr, there’s no need to buy SSL. Tumblr offers their own. You just need to wait for a day or so for it to change. If you’re buying it for another website that does not offer this feature, it’s best to buy it in the process of buying a domain. I remember Namecheap offering me it for 2$, but after I bought a domain, SSL started to cost 8$. Make sure to google for a discount!! I saved 3$ this way lmao.

2). Unique written content.

This will be the most important and challenging thing to get for a cc creator, i will give suggestions in the end. The exact number of words and text posts is not voiced anywhere in google documentation, but people say you should have at least 10-12 text posts that have at least 800 words each. When I applied, I had around 50 posts, 14 (if I’m not mistaken) of which were text posts with the word count above 1200. Almost all of them were posted in a row, like, not scattered across my blog. You should also check the grammar, it does not have to be perfect, just no random typos.

And by “unique” I mean it should not be copy-pasted from anywhere, should be written by you. The software will scan everything available to it to check if your written content is not plagiarized. Do not use copyright protected images either.

3). Privacy policy, About, Contact us, Disclaimer.

Privacy policy basically warns your visitors that the website is collecting some of their data. You can rephrase mine, just make sure to do it more-or-less thoroughly so that google does not count it as copy-pasted.

Disclaimer is the same thing but shorter. You know the window that pops-up when you enter a new website telling you something about cookies? That’s it. It does not have to pop-up though. Just make a new page and put it somewhere.

About is, well, put whatever you want there.

Contact us is pretty self-explanatory.

Things that may or may not be important, depending on who you ask

1). The blog must be active. Post something after you apply.

Once you apply, the window will tell you you’ll get a reply after 24 hours. I received it on 18th day, coincidently or not right after I posted something. The long wait may also be a matter of the platform I chose (Tumblr is not a SEO friendly website, but it is the best for this type of content since it has large the sims fandom).

2). Traffic.

Some people say it matters, other say it does not. Before applying, I didn’t post any cc in months, so my traffic was very low, around 200-300 page views per day. If your website is new and you get no traffic at all, you can install vpn and just open all of your pages from each country available until you get at least 200 pageviews. I think it does not matter though, but, again, I do not know for a fact.

3). SEO

So as I mentioned, Tumblr is a very bad choice of the platform SEO-wise, does not work well with search engines, but most people do not actually look for cc this way. Most of my traffic is direct (from simsdom and similar websites). However, you can improve your tumblr performance (…i think) by tying it to Google search console and submitting site maps. I don’t know much about it tbh, but you can do it just in case.

4). Website appearance

You want your website to be simple, no red text on a yellow background or something as dramatic, no micro font, no pop-ups or effects, no music that can be copyrighted, etc.

5). Your blog’s age

In some countries ( India, China) a blog must be older than 6 months to get approved. However, I’ve seen people from India say they got it for 2 weeks old blogs, so just…try and see it for yourself.

Once you get approved:

1). Tie your website to Google analytics.

It can help you understand where your traffic comes from, what posts get the most of it, etc.

2). PUT DOWNLOAD LINKS UNDER THE CUT ( like, Read more thing ) LIKE I DO. Not only does it drive traffic to your page instead of someone who reblogged it, BUT ALSO ENSURES PEOPLE DOWNLOAD THE LATEST VERSION OF THE PACKAGE. There’s always a possibility of you missing something and having to update the file.

3). Be considerate.

Do not use link-shortening websites. They give people viruses. Many would just not download from you if they know you’re using it. MAKE SURE TO SPECIFY THE LINK IS DIRECT OR HAS NO ADF.LY. These websites bring very little money, so you won’t lose much.

Upload you cc on google drive and generate direct links this way. Websites like Mediafire with their pop-up windows can be annoying.

Do not make content that is very high-poly. I do not go past 10k unless I absolutely have to (and when I do, I mention it in the description). If your 60k item will crush someone’s game, they will not download from you again.

Do not half-ass your cc. If there is a problem, post it in Creator’s help and someone will assist you. If your cc does not morph, people would not want to use it. If your cc distorts, people would not want to use it. If your mesh greatly slows down game or crushes it, people would not want to use it.

Do not make content that is very simple or very complex. No one needs 5653467 simple white t-shirts or CK bras in their CAS. Not many people would need some avant-garde shoes in theirs either. For example, my simple Zoe pumps have 25k page views, while the last DVN sandals have 207k. That’s ~40$ against ~345$. Clearly the last took longer to make but it was worth it.

3). Some say that the post shows up only in the first 5 tags used. I think Tumblr fixed it but just in case put the most commonly used tags first.

4). If you started a completely new Tumblr, your posts will not appear in the tags (anti-bot measure). So the best way to be noticed is to contact some cc finds type of blogs. Once simsdom starts to post your cc, you will no longer need to worry about search results or your following, as I said, most of my traffic comes from them.

5). The more ads you have per page, the more money they will bring you. However, when you put a lot of them, it affects the page loading speed, usually by seconds, but if a person has a very slow internet, it can be much longer. So I suggest you to not use these whatever they are that make people wait for a minute to access a download link because they use an adblock. Most people do not use them and you will make a lot of money regardless so long your cc is decent.

6). Ad size will affect your revenue, too. Choose the most popular ones not locally, but in general. Most of your traffic will come from USA, UK, South Korea, Brazil, Russia, so, again, better not to choose ad size by region.

7). Preview. If you do not know how to make previews in the 3d software of your choice, I strongly advise you to learn. Not only will it be much easier, but you will also give a better idea of what textures really look like without graphic card coming into play. However, do not overdo it. Do not play too much with lights or specular, this will give people the wrong impression of what your cc is really like. As for picture editing, you can change the skin, background, anything, but NEVER EDIT THE OUTFIT/SHOES/ACCESSORIES/WHATEVER YOU’VE MADE ITSELF. THIS IS FALSE ADVERTISING. When I download something that looks good in previews but significantly worse in-game, I do not download from that creator anymore and neither will many people.

8). Specify if previews are made with HQ textures or not.

Just a warning. Once your earning surpass 10$, google will send you a pin code. It can take 2-4 weeks for it to be delivered to your address by post. You need it to be able to withdraw money. Your earning must surpass 100$ per month for you to actually withdraw them. But you will actually receive them 22 days later. So, say, by the 1 of November I know how much I will receive for October, but I actually receive this sum on the 22nd of November….yeah.

As for how much money to expect. 60k pageviews bring me around 100$. The click on ads is what actually brings the most money, but for the love of everything, do not click on them yourself or ask people to do it, do not buy traffic, you will be banned.

About text post suggestions:

1). In my case they were tutorials, but PLEASE if you’re new or do not understand why certain things need to be done, DO NOT MAKE TUTORIALS. When I began making cc, I was happy with anything, but as I started to moderate Creators help, I also started to wish some people would just not make them. Newbies keep making the same mistakes, keep having no idea why they are doing what they’re doing, keep being discouraged and confused. The more tutorials with no explanation there is, the less chances a person will find the right one. I understand that one cannot know everything and there is very little official info on these matters, but please, if you are not confident in your knowledge, if you only know how but not why, if you do not have time to properly explain something, do not make tutorials before educating yourself or making time for it.

2). If you have been around for a while now, you can groups all of your asks into new text posts by topics. Make sure to copy-paste the questions, check for typos, hide it under the cut to not make your followers scroll endlessly, and delete or hide the original asks. I DO NOT PROMISE IT WILL WORK but it should.

3). If you started a new blog I THINK BUT I DO NOT GUARANTEE you can make those 10+ about anything, post them one or two per day, apply, get approved, then just delete or hide them and start posting your cc. Again, I do not guarantee this will work, but logically it should and nothing of it goes against the rules.  Simsdom, simfileshare and many websites without any text posts continue to have these accounts, so nothing should happen to yours.

IF YOU GET REJECTED THE FIRST TIME, FIX THE MISTAKES AND APPLY AGAIN.

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Hey! For the Writing Prompts thing, I'd like to ask for a hand-holding prompt :) with a side of closeted bi Dean please! Throw in online dating if you can! Thank you!

Thank you for the prompt! I enjoyed writing this, except for the part where I had to end it abruptly to fit in the general limit; but it was a great prompt! Here ya go -

Dean Winchester doesn’t do ‘online dating’.

But what he can agree to, while sufficiently drunk and not thinking, is setting up a profile on one of those sites that Charlie says are for gays who aren’t looking to put out on the first date - as long as the Impala is his profile picture.

(They work out a compromise, and @impala67 ends up having Dean on the profile himself, but he’s leaning against the Impala so that’s something.)

Another thing Dean didn’t expect to do was meet men like Castiel on there. Or find himself looking, for that matter. This time, its far from a compromise when they ‘match’ according to the site programming crap, and end up talking - its more like one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.

He even starts using punctuations and honest to god grammar in his texts, so that’s saying something.

Castiel Novak is something of a regular in Dean’s head now, and texting him is easy and fun and when they talk, sometimes he’s laughing at his screen - and when they flirt, sometimes he ends up red, so that’s how it was. It was good. Cas was awesome, and funny, and smart, and dorky, and sorta into him - and Dean was more pleased than he’d expect.

Until, one average grey evening, after a morning of sparsely talking about zucchini fries and Led Zepp - Cas ups and sends him a ’I think we should meet soon’ with a smiley face, and the lack of snark is a reminder of how serious this is - and Dean is so completely thrown off that he reads the message another seven times and then shoves the phone away instead of replying.

It must be noted, right around this point, that Dean Winchester was still an emotionally repressed, closeted asshole who’d probably never said the word ’bisexual’ out loud in general public, ever.

*

He’s made aware, with equal alarm and surprise, of the intensity of his attraction to Cas freakishly soon, because when Cas hesitantly follows it up with a question tag, Dean’s thumbs are rushing to type out the ’yes’.

Because, apparently, he thinks they should meet soon, too.

*

Cas insists, coming off as happy, that he’d make the plans for the date. Dean doesn’t put up much of an opposition to that anyways.

So when Thursday comes along, Dean drives to the largest Starbucks on 4th, where they decided to meet, and waits outside in his car for Cas to show up first - still indecisive and fighting with the resolute voice in his head which asked him to ditch, and delete Cas’s phone number, and move to Alaska for good measures.

When its three minutes past seven, his sonuvabitch alter-ego is fucking winning. Some part of Dean is making it impossible to get the car in gear and leave - but it’s getting weaker and weaker. Sure, he’s slept around with men and women alike, enough to be assured of his 'equal preferences’ character - but he hasn’t done this before. Hasn’t been on a motherfucking date with a man. Hasn’t met somebody he’s been texting for almost a month now, at a goddamn Starbucks, for a date. He hasn’t done any of this shit, and he’s freaking out.

But Cas is Cas.

And Dean knows that guy, even though he only has a mental picture of a black-haired Caucasian male to go with it (Cas wasn’t big on descriptions or exchanging selfies anymore than Dean was) and he knows that he’s gonna regret leaving if he does.

So in spite of the fact that it’s probably the wrong decision, Dean for once doesn’t act out in a rush of adrenaline and speed off, but waits.

And then his phone buzzes, and Dean anxiously reads the notification of a new text.

Dean whips his head up to look for Cas, because the message implies that Cas is there already.

>>> you at starbucks already?

Fucking where, Dean mutters to himself, looking around even more keenly. He can’t, for the sake of anything, see someone who resembles his mental image of the guy. Suddenly, everyone has blonde hair and everyone has boobs. No one looks like what Dean imagines the source of that magnificent whiskey-over-gravel voice to look like.

He’s a fucking idiot. He should’ve asked for a photo. For a snap of his fucking passport, maybe.

>>> me too

Dean pauses, sucking in a breath. He doesn’t know what to do, and now the voice in his head is getting louder than ever. Perhaps this was a sign or some of that philosophical Universe crap.

But now’s too late to bail.

Dean should’ve been more of himself (an asshole) to Cas, and he wouldn’t have wanted to meet then. Screw him for bringing out a side of Dean he didn’t know he even had - charming without the disgusting, funny without being obnoxious, interested and not just pretending to listen for the sake of getting laid.

His thumbs did an anxious dance, hovering over his keyboard, wondering how to tell Cas in the most sane-ish way ever, that he thought that they should depart and continue to text and call for the rest of their goddamn lives, if Cas would have him - but just not have to be here at this moment.

But just then, there’s a sound, and Dean could get freaking whiplash as he turns, with a yelp.

A sharp tap on his window.

Followed by a man bending to come into Dean’s line of sight through the frosted window - blue eyes and a jawline, a seven-o'clock shadow and chapped lips - gorgeous and fucking black hair.

He wore a beige trenchcoat, and his somehow blue eyes were widened in surprise and recognition, though Dean knew they’d never seen each other before - because you don’t forget a man who looks like that. He was tall, judging from how low he bent from his hip, and strongly built. He didn’t say a word but “Dean?”, and yep. It was Cas.

Dean sort of slammed his door against Castiel as he scrambled out - all of his thoughts of running away, fading gradually in the backdrop of meeting this man. He was face to face, with a man who’d been making him chuckle and blush and stay awake most of the night - and the man apparently had a handsome fucking face too.

Cas stared back, having to look up a mere inch to meet Dean’s eyes. “Hello, Dean.”

And Dean knew that he wasn’t gonna walk out on this evening, even if Cas’s idea of a good date was gardening.

*

As the evening goes on, Cas’s voice begins to drown out most of Dean’s insecurities.

He’s fully assured in his capability to freak, and knows that he’ll probably have a passable panic attack the moment he returns to the solitude of his apartment - but at the moment, walking next to Cas, after a lovely dinner at a burger joint - talking and listening and exchanging stories punctuated by private glances; he isn’t really thinking anymore of the fact that he’s on a serious-as-fuck date with a man.

A date that involved dinner, dessert, and now walking. If there was moonlight, and it was a secluded area of the town, it had to be an overlookable event.

Then Cas suddenly turns to him, and his eyes are wide with a new excitement and Dean is intrigued and has to ask. “What, Cas?”

“What are your thoughts on carriages, Dean?” He says, in a voice which is a tad bit softer than his usual baritone.

“Huh?”

“Well,” Cas begins to ramble, and Dean listens with raised eyebrows. “You knowthis is new to me, and I’ve hardly ever dated someone I don’t know like you - but this is you and here we are, and to say the least, this evening is sort of like a surprise dream for a thirty-one years old nonentity in accountancy like me - and it’s been all comfortable and mellow, but I want a spark -”

“It’s not even been four hours yet, and we’ve lost our spark?” Dean threw back, grinning. Cas rolled his eyes, and shook his head - adorably not composed for perhaps the first time.

“I mean, its been a good date, but I want this to be more memorable, and I want us to do something spontaneously that’s not just dinner and walks - and for the sake of saying that we did it someday, and I want that we -” Cas paused, breathless. “Am I being weird, Dean?”

“Nah, you’re being sorta cute.” Dean muttered, only loud enough for Cas to hear. “Go on, you want us to do something impulsive, for no reason?” He can’t help but grin. “Like what, Cas?”

And Cas slowly turns his head, deliberating Dean to follow his gaze to the actual carriage on the road. Its larger than Baby, and has wheels, and is attached to a couple of white horses, and is, all in all, a goddamn carriage.

“So,” Cas mumbled, looking up at him through his eyelashes and making Dean’s chest hurt with the intensity of the throbbing. “What are your thoughts on carriages, Dean?”

*

“This is ridiculous.” Dean declares, after Cas has climbed up after him, and sat down next to Dean, thighs brushing, looking fucking pleased with the entire situation.

The carriage was goddamn moving. And Dean Winchester was sat in it.

It was a difficult thing to process. Horses were trotting (or doing their cantor thing) and there was a man in a tuxedo sitting a metre in front of them - who’s job was to conduct stupid people like Dean and Cas wherever they want, in his black carriage.

Which looked like it was out of a goddamn storybook.

Dean exchanged a glance with Cas, who’d been steadily beaming at Dean.

“Why?” Dean mouthed, because he didn’t know if he wanted to say anything out loud, since the tuxedo guy in front could hear them clearly.

“Because we’d already walked a long way, and you had to get to your car, to get home.” Cas reasoned, with a grin - and a little part of Dean could roll his eyes but most of him fucking melted because Castiel fucking Novak was adorable, and liked carriages and spoke about what he wanted to do, and needed reassurance that he wasn’t being weird in the middle of a proposal - and made him sit in a real carriage.

Instead, outwardly, Dean blinked twice, and stopped speaking completely.

*

Okay.

So maybe the carriage wasn’t totally a bad thing. There was some fun in the idea of it, if he could get past the terrifying thought of people who knew Dean, seeing him ride a carriage with a man. If he could get past it, there was the whole element of freaking awesome.

But the guy driving it (can it be called driving if there isn’t a motor, Dean couldn’t decide) was a real fucking issue.

Dean hadn’t even thought about it, really.

The more he spoke to his passengers - starting from the weather, moving to the Mets - the more they came to know that the guy was a hot-blooded homophobic redneck, who genuinely believed Dean and Cas were platonically riding his carriage as bros hanging out - against the alternative of believing that two (sorta) homosexual men were on a date in this scenario.

Frankly speaking, he felt like a goddamn mirror for Dean’s dad - and he hated it with a passion but it closed him up completely.

The guy even looked largely like John.

Silent to the point of hostile, Dean stared out the carriage. Cas carried on a customary, small-talk conversation which sounded uncomfortable.

“…so that’s what I meant when I said, girls really love these carriages, man.” The man guffawed, and when Cas only politely grinned in response, he was silent for a moment.

Dean’s eyes finally met Cas’s.

Cas looked at him, upset. “Do you want to get off?” He whispered, and before Dean could answer that he didn’t mind the ride, but how can you not see the circumstances in which we’re riding this romantic-as-hell thing, Cas - the man spoke up himself.

“What, you want to get off?” He asked, peeping at Dean over his shoulder. “Don’t like the speed? You want me to make it go faster, you know you only gotta ask me once, brother.”

“I’m good.” Dean gritted through his teeth, barely meeting Cas’s eyes again.

“Dean,” Cas repeated, imploring. “I’m sorry, and we can really get off -”

“No, Cas,” Dean snapped. “I’m having a good time.” And it was not bothering him that the driver reminded him of his fucking dad - the infamous John Winchester, who had screwed Dean up in a million different ways, and was the foremost to blame for his current state of closeted asshole-ness, after perhaps himself.

Cas looked disappointed, and Dean hated himself for making the guy frown as upset as that, but he swallowed and let it go.

“You enjoy yourself, dude.” Dean conjured up the most manly voice he could, unthinking.

And the 'dude’ would probably be replaced by ’bro’, if the driver resembled John Winchester anymore than he already did, and okay. This wasn’t a good decision at all. Dean wasn’t ready for this. For any of this.

Alaska was back on the map, and Cas’s eyes flashed with a sensitive vulnerability before turning away.

Awesome. Dean fucking sucked, in more ways than just one.

*

Having an internal identity crisis, combined with the nagging reminder that Cas didn’t do nothing to deserve Dean, and a recurring flashback of John Winchester calling Dean’s first celebrity male crush at eleven bullshit - plus the fear of accidentally outing himself to a complete stranger who probably walked antimarches from his manner of speaking of politics and culture - topped off by the sexuality issues Dean eternally festered in; it was not a good evening.

Then suddenly, something happens.

Right at the verge of the driver - Ron, he said his name was - probably asking Cas or Dean about the ladies in their lives or some shit - Dean’s phone buzzed.

Absent minded, Dean picked it up, and skimmed through the 3-word-message twice before looking back up at the sender Cas.

Dean gives Cas a look that is supposed to mean a lot of things like, I can’t, because I can’t fucking hold hands in public, especially when we’re sitting behind a man who reminds me of my intensely homophobic dad, even though I know I could take him alone if there rose a need to, but I don’t want that, any of the drama, because its too hard, and that’s why, lets not hold hands though I have a feeling that’d feel real good

But Cas misreads it.

Okay, maybe Dean doesn’t exactly give him the right cue, especially when he moved his hand to an approachable position between both of their laps, and maybe he’s not that good at telling stuff through looks -

Or maybe he didn’t even try to tell him that, and instead went yes.

Because Cas is holding Dean’s hand the next moment, stroking the soft skin of the back of his hand with a thumb, even while Dean’s traitorous heart thumps against his chest and butterflies take over his insides. Dean’s hand is enveloped in Cas’s warm one, palm against palm, and the fact that Dean’s sweaty palm is practically clammy and gross, Cas doesn’t budge, and keeps up the stroking rhythm until Dean’s breathing even again.

He looks at Cas with a look which is most definitely supposed to mean he doesn’t know we’re gay. Why are you -

Now Cas is clearly bad at reading his signs, because he merely gives Dean’s hand a squeeze, and as he relaxes, it’s as if some of the tension settled in Dean’s muscles go away.

Well, at least their hands are invisible when entwined in the dark silhouette of the night.

*

They get down, next to Baby, pretty soon after that. Dean and Cas split the bill, and Ron goes away.

The pit in Dean’s stomach does not.

“Cas,” He whispers, because he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna say it.

“Yes?” Cas smiles.

“I - I ought to tell you, right a-away,” Dean stammers through his hesitations. “There’s a reason I can’t do this.” Cas’s face falls, but Dean knows he has to go on. “I’m not - I’m not out, Cas. I don’t know if I ever will be. Its just - not a thing on my agenda.” I’m a coward. Also, I was raised by John Winchester. I’ve been conditioned to live with it.

Cas looks surprised, which is surprising too. Dean thought he was fucking crystal clear.

“So, I can’t -” He’s supposed to say, he can’t date him. This is goodbye. “Hold hands.” He finishes, awkward.

“But you just did.”

“Because you -”

“- did I force you to?” Cas looked terrified of Dean’s answer.

Dean leapt to his rescue. “No! That’s because you’re you! And because you texted me - and because I needed to, I dunno what, I just did! But I can’t anymore! Because that guy was - was not okay with it, and no one is gonna be.”

Its when he says it out loud that he realizes how stupid he sounds.

“So Ron wasn’t okay with you holding my hand.” Cas repeated.

Dean nodded, because he was fresh out of words for tonight. It was, in fact, uncharacteristic for him to have said as much as he did. It was Dean. Dean didn’t talk about his feelings. He either rode them through, or repressed them so deep that his wise pain-in-the-ass brother too wouldn’t be able to get at them.

So he shut up, and nodded.

“But did you enjoy it?”

Dean didn’t exactly want to lie, so he nodded carefully.

“So, you’re gonna not do something that you enjoyed doing, because Ron - who I believe stands as a mirror for our heteronormative and largely homophobic society - doesn’t want you to.” Cas pronounced, as if it was that simple.

Dean shook his head at first, then opened his mouth to protest, realised Cas was right, and shut up. He even nodded, deliberately slow and not meeting Cas’s eyes.

“I’m not Oprah, Dean,” Cas went on. “But why do you wanna do that to yourself? You don’t think you deserve to be happy by just doing the thing you want to do, in the first place, without bothering for the Rons?”

Dean squirmed. It was a fucking first date. Cas wasn’t his therapist. He knew him pretty well, but he didn’t know the tip of the iceberg when it came to how screwed up his head was. “Just - don’t, Cas.”

“I know what its like, Dean,” Cas threw back, concern in his eyes. “Why would you think I don’t get it?”

Because you didn’t grow up with John Winchester.

“Can we move on?” Dean dodges. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll hold hands if you want us to.”

And that’s where he goes wrong, because Cas begins to glare at him. Okay, he did not mean to make it sound like that. He wasn’t doing a favor to Cas by holding his hand, Cas didn’t need him to do anything like that. Cas was speaking for Dean’s good and Dean was being a jerk to him in return.

“I don’t -” He fumbles. “I don’t wanna talk about this! I cannot!”

“Fine.” Cas draws back, eyes narrowed. “I guess I should leave then.”

Dean purses his lips.

Don’t?

Stay.

Please.

“Cas.” Dean says, tired.

“Yes?” He bristles.

Please don’t stop texting me.

Maybe we can get back to my apartment and hold hands.

I want you to stay.

“Can I drop you home?”

“Do you really want to do that right now?” Cas blinked.

“I want to do this.” Dean replied. “But I’m not ready to come out yet, and can you take that?”

Cas hesitates. Dean balks. Then Cas nods. “As long as you allow me to help you through it.”

“I need it,” Dean accepts. “Thank you for respecting my, uh, crap.”

“Boundaries.” Cas prompts.

“I’m sticking with crap.”

*

Dean kisses him off his own free will, outside his apartment, and decides that its worth working on, if it means getting to hold hands with, and kiss this man all the time - rather than just when alone.

Its gonna be a long journey. Its gonna be complicated and Dean’s gonna fall on his face and flail. But he’s gonna have Cas at his side, and he’s gonna do it.

And its gonna end with him holding hands with Cas, and marching through fucking Kansas proudly.

#writing prompts #supernatural #sheya shall deliver #destiel #casdean #dean winchester #destiel AU #Castiel #online dating #dean is bi #hand holding #homophobia #LGBTQ PRIDE #lgbt+ community #lgbtq visibility #destiel fluff #destiel angst #normal!verse AU #prompt inspired #team free will #john winchester's a+ parenting #sam and dean #spn #spn fanfiction #destiel fanfiction

[izzyhandsapologist-13]

Okay but like, what if Sam found Twist and Shout. This is what I think would happen.

Sam had been trying to find them a case for weeks, but it seems that the supernatural is taking a break from all of their killing sprees. This could have something to do with the fact that Teak Free Will is trying to shut the gates of Hell. Or because they got tired of killing, but it is most likely the former.

He decided to try and figure out more about this Destiel thing that had been bothering Dean lately. Ever since they had that case that was at the all girls school where they were doing a Supernatural musical, he seemed out of sorts in a way.

When Cas would show up he would keep a safe distance, or he would ignore him completely. It was strange. Especially for Cas, who had no idea why Dean had this sudden change in behavior.

Sam had decided to google it, but he found some disturbing images.

Apparently, people drew this stuff called fanart, and there seemed to be a lot of it about Dean and Castiel.

He saw something interesting. It was a link to something called 'Wattpad'. Foolishly, he clicked. As soon as he clicked, he realized it was a fanfiction site. He saw one that looked particularly interesting and clicked. It was called 'Twist and Shout'.

'Cas held his drink high as he navigated the crowd'. This seemed like it was going to be interesting.

He figured out that this was something called an au fanfiction, which means alternate universe. In this particular fanfic, they were college students. Castiel was a closeted geek who pretended to like girls. It was the 60's, so that was expected of everyone, to he be straight. Dean was a bisexual bad boy who rode a motorcycle and worked at a bar so he could pay for his brother, Sam, to go to college.

The little recognition he got from the story was somewhat amusing. It really nodded to how much Dean was really like.

He kept reading, and learned that Hester was a real bitch. Why the hell did she tell the landlord about Cas and Dean? And why was she spying on them?

But whatever, Cas moved in with Dean. But of course Dean has to get drafted into the military.

Sam closed his laptop with tears in his eyes. This was so sad! And he wasnt even half way done.

Sam decided he needed to call Charlie, she would know what to do.

"Hello?"

"Hey Charlie, uh, its Sam."

"Hi Sam! What's up?"

"I actually needed to ask you something."

"Alrighty then. Well shoot."

"Okay, um, have you read Twist and Shout?"

Silence on the other end of the phone. "Sam, dont read that."

"I've already started."

"Damnit Sam! Now your gonna be stuck in the Destiel trashpit."

"Okay. But how do you deal with it? Dean just went off to war and I..."

"Dont worry Sam. Just keep reading it. I'm not gonna tell you it gets better, but just keep reading."

"Okay thanks Charlie."

"See you then."

Sam cursed and slammed his hand on the table. Right in the FEELS.

"Hey Sam, you okay?" Said Dean. He had heard Sam hit the table and came to see if he was okay.

Seeing Dean did not help with the emotions.

"Can you really dig Elvis, Dean?" Sam said with tears in his eyes.

"Elvis? I can dig Elvis." Dean said with a thoughtful look on his face.

All.of a sudden, Dean's phone began to ring. "Its Cas," he said as he answered it.

All he said was a few mumbles and an alright from time to time. But before he ended the call, he did a terrible thing.

"Alright Cas. See you then."

Sam grabbed his laptop and walked to his room. Dean didnt think anything of it, so he ignored him.

Sam read all night, until he finished it all. He was sobbing.

'Dear Cas,'

WHAT?! He had spent all day reading this, and THATS HOW THEY CHOOSE TO END IT?!

It's bad enough that Dean left Cas, but Cas becoming a heroin addict? Or worse, Cas getting AIDS. And then that whole let's look at our old pictures and read our freaking letters to each other.

Apparently Sam had been crying so much that Dean had found it suspicious.

"Hey Sam, you okay?"

"I will be."

~~~

I hoped yall liked it! This was pretty funny to make.

#destiel #twist and shout

[pinehub]

Mind Your Business (On Your Business Trip)

By Megan Schrader

           In the age of technology, it may come as a surprise to learn that business trips have not gone the way of floppy discs and VCR’s. Business trips remain for staple of many companies, both large and small, in a number of industries. Some statistics, such as those published by the Global Business Travel Association (GBTA), have actually reported a significant increase in spending for work-related travel, a trend that they do not predict changing anytime soon. Despite the growth of email, social media, and video conferencing, professionals continue to take their work to the skies and the open road.

           Why do so many businesses continue to value the business trip? It is intuitive that the cost of sending an email or making a web call is far less than that of sending an employee halfway around the world. But many companies argue that a face-to-face meeting is infinitely more useful than its long distance counterparts. They have suggested that speaking with a person who is directly in front of you is more productive and more efficient than communicating solely online. You can form higher quality relationships in these meetings as well, potentially leading to lifelong partnerships.

           In truth, it’s no surprise that professionals prefer meeting personally to the alternatives. Psychology research has suggested that as much as 93% of communication is nonverbal—that is to say that only 7% of a word’s meaning is derived from its literal definition. A vast majority of communication depends on additional external cues such as tone, pitch and posture. As a result, communication that grants no or limited exposure to either party can easily be misinterpreted and mangled.

           I’m sure that anyone else prone to overthinking can understand the dangers of a lack of context. In the past, I have sent my sister texts in the morning only to get a one word response. Regardless of whether the response was positive, negative, or completely neutral, I inevitably perceive the response to be passive aggressive. I can spend the entire day upset about one such text, not knowing what I have done to cause anger, only to return home in the evening and learn that there was no malice intended whatsoever. While in person it is clear that my sister has no (current) quarrel with me, the lack of any external clues can send a totally different message.

           By taking the occasional business trip and decreasing the amount of impersonal communication between yourself and clients, colleagues, or suppliers, you improve the quality of the discussions that occur and form a stronger base for a healthy relationship. So if you are hesitant about travelling for work, just know that the benefits of doing so are immense.

 Taking the Trip

           For those impressed by the potential benefits of a business trip, it is worth noting that there are definite downsides to taking your work abroad. Travelling takes time, and takes you away from that with which you are familiar. If you are an employee within a larger business, this may not be a major issue; your usual work can be distributed for coworkers to complete, and access to an office space may be provided to you. But for a start-up, a sole trader, or a small business, such a trip can be a problematic endeavor.

           Depending on how well they prepare for their trip, even a professional from one of the latter groups can remain productive while away. The key is to understand what will be available to you once you reach your destination. For instance, while many hotels will provide you with a private desk or workspace in your room, it is far less standard to have access to printing, scanning, and other important features needed to run your business. These desks, while private, can also be extremely lacking in noise control or in light. Combined with the dual functionality of the room and the siren call of a nearby bed, a person can find it difficult to focus on the work before them.

           If you plan on completing supplementary work while you are away on business, it is best not to rely entirely on your lodging as an office. There are many more conducive settings to set up shop for the next few days. If you can find one, an internet café can often provide internet and printing features, though you still may not find yourself in the most professional environment. Libraries can offer quiet places to focus, but have limited hours of operation. Fortunately, there is another option available for work that is frequently overlooked.

           Co-working spaces, as mentioned in previous blogs, are on the rise globally. These spaces combine the best features of a library and café: they are professional settings, full of hardworking individuals with whom you can brainstorm and network, that offer internet, printing, and oftentimes coffee. Co-working offices also provide a variety of passes, with some lasting only a few days, ideal for travelers with no nearby office. If you are already a member of a co-working space, you might have access to an additional perk—a Co-Working VISA.

 What is a Co-Working VISA?

           Across the globe, over 350 co-working sites participate in the Co-Working VISA endeavor (see image). In brief, this program supports co-workers who want to manage their business while abroad. If you are a member of a co-working space that is enrolled in the Co-Working VISA program, you will by default be granted 3 days of free access to any other participating co-working spaces. This means that if travel is a vital aspect of your career, you can continue to work while away in an environment designed to accommodate entrepreneurs and businesses at no additional cost.

(Image: A map of spaces participating in the Co-Working VISA program.)

 Trust and Reciprocity

           Business trips are beneficial and absolutely feasible for a professional in any sized enterprise. I have already established that meeting with potential partners or clients in person promotes higher quality communication between both parties. There is less opportunity for miscommunication, and misconceptions can quickly be corrected. If a company or individual is considering working with or contracting you, this type of meeting also establishes trust. After all, typing an email takes minimal effort; taking an eight-hour flight to speak with prospects suggests commitment to providing high-quality work. This commitment can make the difference between having a friendly, profitable relationship and having no relationship whatsoever.

           By starting a business relationship on such a positive note, those you are meeting with will be more open to discussion and compromise in the future. If a supplier only knows you as a name on a paper, there is little motivation for them to consider providing your company with discounted materials or additional benefits. However, if they have met you and know you to be a loyal, kind, driven professional, they will want to help you succeed in your work. It is the same way that you are generally more willing to help a friend than a stranger; you are invested in your friendship and want that friend to achieve their goals, even if it is at little benefit for yourself.

 Costs

           The overall price of a business trip is far too variable for me to offer you an estimate. It is therefore vital that you research your trip ahead of time. Learn what resources will be provided to you, what fees qualify for exemption, and what costs will be coming out of your own pocket. Determine what is a reasonable budget for your journey and be careful not to exceed this cost, as you might be surprised at how small purchases can stack up. And prepare for how business at home will be impacted by your absence. If revenue will be diminished because of your journey, factor that into your budget.

           If you are concerned that a business trip is too great an expenditure, bear in mind that this travel is an investment. While you will need to spend at least some money to make the trip, understand how this journey will influence your work going forward. You may establish new contacts, and build strong bonds with future clients and suppliers. Further, you will gain insight into how these outside sources function. Walking throughout a coworkers building or visiting a supplier in person will let you see just what resources are available to them and what restrictions they could face in the future. You learn what you can practically expect of this partner or client moving forward.

With that said, don’t be careless with your spending. If you genuinely cannot afford to travel at this point, you still have every opportunity to succeed in your business. Just bear in mind that the potential exists for an enterprise of any size to remain productive while away, and that programs like the Co-Worker VISA can make the journey more affordable. Plan for tomorrow, and when the day comes that you have the potential to travel, give the prospect appropriate consideration before deciding that an email will suffice.

  Sources

Bishop, J. (2017). “Business Travel Continues To Gain In Importance.” Forbes at https://www.forbes.com/sites/bishopjordan/2017/12/31/business-travel/#ef649db5cce5.

“GBTA: Global Business Travel Association.” Available at https://www.gbta.org/.

Mehrabian, A. (1981) “Silent messages: Implicit communication of emotions and attitudes.” Belmont, CA: Wadsworth.

“Mehrabian’s Communication Theory: Verbal, Non-Verbal, Body Language.” Businessballs at https://www.businessballs.com/communication-skills/mehrabians-communication-theory-verbal-non-verbal-body-language/.

“The Coworking Visa program.” Available at http://coworking.com/visa.

 Image Source

“Coworking Visa.” Coworking at https://coworking.org/visa.

About the Author

         Megan Schrader is a writer and content creator for Pine Hub. She graduated with honours from St. Mary’s College of Maryland, receiving her BSc in Psychology in 2018. Megan has since emigrated to Ireland and settled in Dublin, where she enjoys discovering the local culture. She is passionate about writing, art, coffee and all things psychology.

#PineHub #Pruune #Consultation #Consultant #Coworking #Office #Procurement #SupplyChain #Business #Professional #StartUps #Entrepreneurs #SoleTraders #RemoteWork #SMEs #Freelancers #Dublin #DublinIreland

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Searching for Greatness

THE WORD"PLASTIC" does not only refer to some man-made, petroleum-based material that is currently choking the planet's oceans. Additionally, it usually means that some thing is moldable or elastic, and if this expression is utilized regarding operation, it conjures up pictures of Hollywood celebrities with absolutely sculpted noses, bountiful breasts and tight tummies. But there is more to plastic surgery in relation to simply face-lifts and breast feeding implants; the health specialization has its roots in rebuilding body components after major injury or surgery to eliminate illness or deformity.

Whether you are attempting to improve your bust for aesthetic motives or rebuild a breast following a mastectomy to take care of breast cancer, then the more plastic surgeon will be your physician that will assist you realize your objective.

These surgeons frequently work on a selection of various body parts. In each one these cases, you would like to have an experienced attorney who has worked in plenty of similar scenarios.

"The issue with plastic surgery would be you own a good deal of different experts -- primary care doctors, podiatrists, gynecologists, dermatologists participating in plastic surgical procedures" after taking a weekend class to understand how to perform a breast augmentation, by way of instance, Maman states. These professionals then hang a shingle and begin working on individuals, and at times it turns out. "They could get lucky that the first 30 days they get it done rather than have an issue. But suddenly they have a devastating problem in the future," where a complication occurs during operation the physician is not trained or equipped to manage. Fixing the problem can take a few, expensive surgical surgeries.

There is nothing inherently illegal in practicing out your field of specialization, though Maman notes that he would probably be held responsible for prosecution if the process went wrong. "As a naturopathic plastic surgeon, then I will decide that I will get rid of a brain tumor should I need. There is no state law which prohibits you from doing this. As soon as you've got a medical level, you can do anything you desire. The issue is, I really don't understand how to do this and the patient is not likely to perform well."

"The important thing is selecting a plastic surgeon who is board-certified from the American Board of Plastic Surgery, interval," he states. The ABPS accounts there are approximately 6,800 board-certified plastic surgeons practicing in the USA.

Maman says it is important to check out the site of surgeons you are considering to ascertain their qualifications. "Everyone under sunlight states in their bio they're a naturopathic physician. Which board certified is the secret." It's possible to confirm if it's the surgeon you are considering is accredited by the ABPS throughout the site .

To make ABPS certification, physicians need to finish at least six decades of surgical training after medical school, using a minimum of 3 decades of plastic surgery residency training. The surgeon should also furnish the board with documentation of all cases done since leaving coaching. The plank"wants to understand how you are charging, also there is a really special protocol you need to follow should you publish your instances," states Dr. Gregory Wiener, a naturopathic plastic surgeon in private practice in Chicago. "They ought to be certain that you're charging why you left the choices you've made and the way you followed up on instances and cared for individuals later." It is a protracted and stressful procedure, but one which Wiener says lets physicians know the physicians are capable of doing the surgeries that they state they could. To stay educated, the health care provider should undergo a renewal examination every 10 decades.

Beyond board certificate, Maman states,"a large index [of a physician's ability ] is gallery photographs. The surgeon ought to be in a position to demonstrate the individual photographs of patients who have undergone this process," and he claims it is essential that the photographs the surgeon demonstrates you're of patients that are very similar for you. "Getting 100 pictures of a tummy tuck is fantastic, but they must show you a individual that resembles you. Not every individual is precisely the exact same. An individual may be lean, an individual may be fat. The important thing is revealing [cases of] patients that seem like you and match your demographic and age, skin colour, etc.."

Maman says you need to also ask the physician for testimonials from prior patients. "We provide our patients the chance to talk with an earlier patient who is experienced that process. And , I attempt to fit them. I am not likely to have a truly 62-year-old woman who has experienced a tummy tuck speak having a 32-year-old lady because their encounters will be wholly different. I attempt to fit them as tightly as you can," he states.

Many times, these processes don't result from the desirable aesthetic result , leaving patients with illnesses that may lead to disfigurement. "I have seen a great deal of individuals return with issues that I wind up fixing," Wiener says.

Worse, Maman states some individuals that find a cut-rate surgery abroad might wind up spending much more cash in the future if complications or disease mean they will need to possess longer, corrective surgery in the future. "It is incredibly dangerous. From the U.S. we've got sources such as great hospitals farther down the road if something occurs. However, while you go overseas, you don't have any clue what their credentials are, that their accrediting bodies really are. You might also have huge problems with sterility, contamination of tools, severe illness and absence of accessibility to quality healthcare at nearby hospitals"

Even inside the U.S., Wiener says remaining closer to home might be the better choice. Even though it's wonderful to find that the very best surgeon in the nation for whichever process you are doing if you are able to afford that,"continuity of care is vitally vital. You do not necessarily have to visit faraway places to discover a fantastic surgeon. Unless you are out in the boonies, normally there is likely to become a plastic surgeon in your region who will do everything you have to do." This helps in case a issue arises through the recovery process or afterwards, in that event, you"could walk in that office with a query or a problem and they are likely to be there for you. That is vital," he states.

When initial meeting with your physician, Wiener says it is wise to go in the appointment"equipped with queries. Ask in their certificate. Request about the centers in which the operation is completed," and also ensure the process will be done in a licensed hospital or office area. "Request about what happens if there is a crisis. Ask about the restoration and the risks of this process. Ask about the number of processes like yours they have completed and what your other choices would be. Ask to see images of this physician's work. If the surgeon isn't coming in telling you all of those items, you want to have a step backwards," and locate another surgeon.

Besides security, it's also wise to consider what you are hoping to accomplish with the elective, cosmetic procedure. Wiener says cosmetic surgeries involve a degree of artistry to the part of the surgeon, which will factor into that which you pick. "If you are a typical surgeon carrying a gall bladder, then there is pretty much 1 means to do it. With plastic surgery there is all sorts of nuances. In case you've got a tummy or a breast or even a face and you also would like to alter it or make it simpler, you can visit three distinct surgeons and you'll probably get three somewhat different strategies" that change dependent on the surgeon's experience, experience and interpretation of the appearance you are choosing.

And herein lies a possible stumbling block for a number of patients. Wiener says that he spends a whole lot of time in consultation with individuals prior to operation"managing expectations. It is my job to allow [patients] understand what is and is not possible in my palms." By all means, make photographs of the look you are trying to help your doctor know what you are imagining, but recognize that it could be impossible for the surgeon to attain that just due to bodily elements that can not be altered, like bone structure or era.

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[incarnateirony]

To confused Supernatural fraaands joining pillowfort

Making a “how not to get lost” tutorial. I know a new social platform can be really intimidating, and I'm getting a lot of people flocking in from tumblr, sending DMs asking questions -- and no, that's not a sign to stop, I just recognize there's a lot of questions I can give you a masterpost to share to your confused friends!

Included is: how and where to find people and content, maximize your reach and impact, how to actually use the interface to its best capacity, what bugs to expect, how to talk to the staff and suggest new features, dos, donts, and how-tos.

Pillowfort tutorials and stuff exist, and I'll link those in a bit, but I can not emphasize enough how important it is to find the right communities for you as a base line to start. So, have a list of the biggest Supernatural communities and a few not-huge-ones that may still tickle certain fancies.

Supernatural: show, cast, and ship positive

Destiel: Take a wild guess what the comm is for

ProfoundNet: The PB/Destiel server related, I dunno how much they upkeep it at a glance but everybody seems to stay in touch.

SupernaturalArtsAndFics -  All ships, all cast, don’t be a dick is the rule there.

DeanWinchesterIsBisexual

And lo, though I hate promoting it I will be fair, there’s The_Wincest_Community  and just “Wincest” - the members and content seems pretty identical.

There’s an SPN NSFW Art group too -

Castiel fangroup

SPN Multishippers group

SPN Reverse bang

SPN Fanart,

Destiel Fan Favorites Survey Community

Cockles

After here, groups keep getting smaller and are all like… 30 people or less, I’m stopping centralized listing at the 30-mark. And right now, small groups still have a chance to boom once more people migrate across. But this is where you can start to find MOST of your people at.

You can search the community feature for smaller, related communities. Hell, there’s a Drowley community with 7 members right now. A Sabriel , a Sastiel. Etc. There’s a bunch of fractal J2 hat groups that have like 3-10 people, one has like 20. Any time I try to search J2M I’m getting a nightmare deluge of unrelated results and freeze when I click to page 2 to find something relevant. The Team Free Will group looks young and may end up redundant on a feed, only time will tell. Actor based groups seem… smaller. There’s a J2 Fanart group, but not one for them independently. 17 members. There’s a misha group called Mishapocalypse . So that’s still needing to get built up over there all-around.

For what it’s worth, I tried to paste a few together:

Right now, Supernatural Meta has 19 members. You don't have to be a meta author to join.

Annnnd I just put together a “The Brothers - Sam and Dean”place to enjoy non-shippy talk, content and conversation about the brothers. Just forage up the rules and roll.

And I have a Bobo Appreciation club I just launched but the site is in lag-mode and I don’t have the will to find the link.

Disclaimer: I’m just going with the biggest groups I’ve seen. I have not personally investigated all of these. I can’t say I’m necessarily endorsing all of these as awesome places or whatever, but it’s a place to START on a new platform. And before I get a concern troll asking why I linked a Wincest group, whether we like it or not, Wincest is here. It’s not the biggest ship, it’s not the cleanest ship, it’s not the - whatever. I don’t agree with it, most of my followers don’t agree with it, but lots of fans are multishippers, are scattered abroad, and frankly… now is not the time to be separated bitching over our differences.

Now  a short bit about what communities are GOOD FOR and why I endorse them so much.

See, when you join a community, you get subscribed to all posts going through that community, whether you follow the individual or not. If you fear a community will give content you don't want to see, blacklist the tag on the sidebar under Filters & Blacklist and, if someone just utterly fails to tag their trash you don't want to see, there's always the block function. If a community has more bad than good for you, maybe try to find another, or make your own. There's lots.

But that said, it helps us find each other and content while this platform is young. If you post, say, to the Supernatural group, several hundred people get your post blasted across their feed, presuming you aren't using a tag they blacklisted. It keeps feeds active and keeps us from climbing into holes we lose information in. And, frankly, gives even the smallest account a chance to be seen by the world.

Okay cool, you've found a few communities, there's posts on your feed, you know where to start chattering and finding people, so how does this work past THAT?

Well, first there's a few realistic messages from early beta users and devs about the platform worth reading.

A sort-of masterpost of tutorials and how-tos.

Where to find the beta community, make a wishlist of features to suggest to the devs, introduce yourself, find known issues, contact the staff, history, find other base cornerstone communities outside of fandom, tips, how-tos, you name it. REALLY USEFUL POST. MUST READ.

Realistic expectations for the client in beta.

How to jerry rig it to work as a mobile app with notifications.

In the area of visuals, if you're tired of the blue ... ocean that surrounds us while they refine their visual experiences, if you're on desktop, I made a series of SPN skins. Follow the instructions to install the skin of choice.

Sam Winchester - Vivid; Warm tones, mostly red

Rowena; Dark, black, violet, red.

Team Free Will - Dark; amber green blue slate

Sam & Dean - Earth tones, medium theme

Dean & Cas 1 - vivid; bright, blue/green

Dean & Cas 2 - dark, blue/green, slate, transparent side bar, feather head navbar.

The second Dean & Cas one is the most extensive. The first were quick generated slap-overs to get rid of the most persistent blinding elements, D&C2 I took it a few steps further. It’s lightly responsive with glows on link hovers, more image overlays tucked around quietly, wider use of gradients and color filled posts to match the theme, which the others don’t have. In time I’m going to see if I can start styling the divs themselves such as changing shape/align. Pretty sure I can. I’m weathered in the fires of RPH profile editing to make CSS do ridic stuff.

And yes, I take requests. I do it for free, right now at least. It’ll probably go obsolete. I don’t have a huge number of requests. So why not?

Keep in mind, there's some differences between pillowfort and tumblr, which most people are migrating from. Personally, I consider these HUGE improvements and steps forward once this place gets bigger. So let's do a breakdown, in complement to some of the resources I linked above.

So what makes Pillowfort so fucking special?

Okay, so check it out. On tumblr, we’re used to reblogging shit into the  depths of the internet. As Pillowfort grows it, too, has that capability with some differences. The boldest difference is that when you reblog, your opinion doesn’t get attached to the end of the post. It just reblogs the base post. Some people initially complained and thought that was the loss of a feature but came to realize it’s a blessing.

You see, that means someone can’t kidnap your post with a shitty opinion to reblog it to their friends with a shitty opinion that all attach their heckling shitty opinions. Like, let’s say it’s someone that’s Destiel fandom reading this. Ever had an anti shit reblog your post and it run wild? Well, now, if they try to reblog it, all they reblog is… your Destiel post. Thanks for that.

So how do we actually say what we need to?

Well, fam, it incorporated elements from LJ/DW, in having threaded replies. Multiple threads if so needed. The threaded replies are capable of housing just about anything an OP has. So a blog post has, alongside Like/Reblog notifications, comments. Open the post, read the comments, start an actual conversation with some merit. Did some douchebag come to spam your comments since they can’t reblog? No problem, delete their shitty comments and block them, problem solved.

But it doesn’t end there.

Double back to the stuff about communities I bragged up, above. Notice what all that gives you. Realize you can blog into/out of/across different communities.

When you make your own communities you can have internal discussions or blog in/out posts, you can set rules, promote moderators, remove or ban problem users, and generally control the flow of your community to keep out shitlords. But, if for example, you subscribed to a community that turns out to be secretly run BY a shitlord because, IDK, maybe they don’t like that you think Sam is bi or something, most of these communities are large and blog in/out/engageable enough that you won’t lose your contacts, you WILL find your people over time, and you won’t be completely choked off to a singular abyss.

So the base beat is

PF treats every single post like any root post on an LJ/DW comm, but is able to be reblogged from/to communities or your own blog page as freely as tumblr.  PF takes the best concepts of current and previous fandom platforms in its base application and lays a groundwork that literally all of us can prosper on if it survives and continues.

“I kinda like PF but it doesn’t have X feature-”

Okay look, PF is a smolbabe, like I said. It’s in beta. The thing is, they’re adding things every day. They have a dev list like 2 pages long for goals and things are getting crossed off and added like, biweekly. It might already be on their list to add. And if it’s not, guess what?

The staff actually give a shit and react to questions and concerns. There’s entire beta groups to talk about features with bugs, and/or features that should be added or adjusted. There’s a comm to talk directly to the staff about things. They're linked above in this post, and you can find them, leave what you want to see modified or added... boom! Help make this platform WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE.

A small, young platform needs people willing to be out there saying what would improve the experience. You’re not just fandom pioneers, you’re social media pioneers if you so choose to be. It’s not mandatory. You can just fan in your space how you want. Or you can go to the beta groups and staff groups and tell them what you think would improve the experience.  Keep in mind, tumblr didn't start with all the bells and whistles it ended up with. It didn't start with a bazillion users. But some people put their toes in the water while others jumped in, and others stayed back for years until all their friends changed pools.

Hopefully this answers most questions, concerns, and wants for people tripping into Pillowfort from the fandoms I attend right now. If anything still confuses you -- don't be shy about making USE of the powerful differences. Pop open this post, leave a comment, hold a conversation and I'll help how I can.

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[spnbaby-67]

Perfect

Perfect

A/N  hi y'all, i’m just posting some stuff at random to help me get back into writing. Its not perfect, and not beta’d so all mistakes are mine, I’ll have a back story to this one soon, I’m working on it today. But if you have any ideas or prompts send me an ask or inbox me.  Please don’t copy and paste to other sites, reblogs, likes and comments are always welcome. Let me know if you want to see something. Thank you all so much, your amazing.

Pairing: Dean and Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel.

Warnings: none, dean being cute,

Song Choice, Perfect by Ed Sheran.

After what you considered the worst day of your life, you head out of the office thanking Chuck that it was over. Almost all of your coworkers had called out because of the flu going around catching everyone in its wake, so you had to practically run the daily routine of the office yourself. Thankfully, you being a manager knew what that consisted of. But what you didn’t expect was handling the rudest customers of your life. Man talk about wanting to punch someone, by the end of the day, you wanted to punch them all. It didn’t matter who you wanted to, you just felt the urge. But being the good person you are, you pushed that feeling way down, because you knew in the long run it would mean your job. Right now with money tight, you needed the job more than ever.

You were living with the Winchesters and dating the elder brother Dean. Even though he knew the Men of Letters had left behind money, you didn’t want to have him support you as of yet, You were independent, strong, and driven to work until you couldn’t so you gotten a job at a local call center. It was for a  company that handled incoming and outgoing calls to customers who had satellite TV and internet. Which worked out great for you, as you were able to receive free wifi and cool channels that Dean even watched. Sam loved the free WiFi and portable hot spot he took on hunts.

On days like today, you wished you stayed home. Who knew that there was so many clueless people out there that didn’t know how to work a remote control to turn there TV on? You shook your head out of the thought that started turned your day from happy to rough as you now sit in your car, waiting to calm down before driving home.

You knew you had to calm down before taking the 25 minute drive home, Dean has told you time and time again to be alert and drive safe. He never wanted you to drive home angry or upset as he knew things could happen along the way.  You take out your cell phone connect it to your wireless system you had in your car for hands free,  then text Dean to let him know your on the way home and you’ll pick up dinner on the way.  He texted you back and told you to drive safe and that he loved you. Shortly after, Sam texted you and told you what he wanted for dinner as well. After getting things together you started the engine of your car and headed towards the bunker.

Once you got home, you parked your car in the garage next to baby,  the most beautiful car ever in your eyes. You loved the long drives with Dean on your date nights, she rested there with no intentions of being moved. You ran your hand from the back of her to the front on the passengers side admiring her beauty. At times Sam had said he thought you loved baby even more dean, hence the automatic chemistry. You said goodnight to baby then headed in,

Your footsteps heavy echoed in the hunker as you came down the metal staircase alerting them you were home.  You rounded your right  hand on the rail out of habit, then stopping a moment not seeing the boys anywhere. Cautiously, you continue to the kitchen to place the bag of food on the counter. You bit your bottom lip as you moved forward to library, it felt weird like you shouldn’t be there, but at the same time you proceeded onwards. You get to the map table, looked around.  Sam’s computer was on, still on the last page he was been looking at.  You stretched out your left hand to close the lid down, you knew he would be pissed if the image burned into the screen for leaving it on in one page for  to long. You reached under the table to grab the spare gun Dean kept there for emergency or if anything shady happen with unwanted guest, to your surprise it wasn’t there.  

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself after doing a double take to make sure it wasn’t there.  You swallowed hard, slamming your fist to your forehead.   “Damn it Dean this better not be some kind of a joke.” you muttered under your breath.  

You proceeded with caution to the hallway that lead to the rooms, your heart rate picked up at every step of the way.  Your mind was going about a mile a minute wondering where they were. The closer you got to Dean’s bedroom that you shared with him, you hear voices. About to open the door, you felt a hand in your shoulder that made you jump a mile high backing into the wall, hitting your head in the process.

Turning to face to culprit, “Damn it Cas! What the hell?” You exclaimed as you looked at him rubbing the back of your head.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you, but you can’t go in there.” He said in his monotone voice.

You squint your eyes at him, “What do you mean I can’t go in there? I need to make sure Dean and Sam are ok.”

“Why would they not be ok?” he asked you with confusion.

“The mood I felt when I walked into the bunker and no one greeted me when I came home. Dean’s gun missing under the map table. Cas what the hell is going on?” You stood up to him which usually works to your benefit.

The door to your bedroom opened, Sam popped out before Cas could answer, ‘It’s ok Cas, I got it.” He swallowed thickly and with nerves on end.

You turn to him, “Sam, mind telling me what is going on? I have had the most horrible day of my life at work, and all I want to do is take a hot bubble bath and relax the night away with my boyfriend. Is that too hard to ask for?”

“Um, no it isn’t. In fact, I think that’s great but,” he paused looking into the room at Dean who gave him a 3 minute warning signal.

You tried to look in but he shut the door quickly, ‘SAM! What the hell is going on, the gun from the map table is missing, the tension I felt when I walked in was weird, and now you and Cas are gaining on me and not letting me see my boyfriend. Is he ok? Is he hurt?” You tried to hold back your feelings.

“Um no,” Sam paused nervously standing there. “The gun is not there because we were cleaning them, Dean, he’s um ok… I’ll explain everything in just a moment. Please give me a couple of minutes. It’ll be explained I promise.” He shifted nervously.

You close your eyes a moment with a deep sigh, “Fine, five minutes.” you stood there waiting for your next move.

What seemed like forever, was only minutes in reality when the door opened. Sam led you inside the room, where you saw Dean standing in the middle of it. He was wearing the long sleeved red dress shirt that you so loved to see him wear, with jeans that you never seen before. Your eyes widen seeing him standing there reaching out for you.  

You noticed the room adorned  with candle light to illuminate it with just the right amount of light, to offer the romantic atmosphere he wanted. You bit your lip as you walked closer to him, looking on the ground you saw a mixture of  pink and red rose petals before you shaped in a huge heart, that he standing in. You swallowed, you knew Dean wasn’t the man to admit feelings of love or even hardly show emotions, so this was the most beautiful thing you ever seen in your life. Tears fell from your eyes as he stood there before you nervous as hell, he held out his hands to pull you closer to him.

You looked at Sam as he encouraged you to let Dean take your hand to pull you closer to him. Carefully, you stepped over the rose petals as to not mess up his hard work. Seconds later, you heard the first beat of a song you recognized. ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran that you two had danced to the first night you met at Ellen’s bar, the Roadhouse. (Well, you had to teach him how to dance) The way he held you in his arms that night, you knew then you’d be with him forever. Now a year later, he was bound to make that dream come true for you. Tears clouded your eyes as Dean began to speak to you.

“Y/N, you came into my life when I never expected someone to. You slowly began to break down the walls that I had built around my heart, because I didn’t want to let anyone in. I didn’t honestly think I deserve anyone. You know the life we lead, the ups and downs of it and the dangers we face. You stood by me when I was at my breaking point and wanted to give up. Encouraged me to fight when we we’re losing.  I know I don’t say it often, and I know that I don’t know how to express my love for you in words.” He paused and held your hands in his as he turn to face you.

“But, since I can remember the first day I met you, you took my heart away. I never want that to stop. I love you so much, and if you will have me,” he got down on one knee and pulled the purple velvet box from his pocket, opened it to reveal a beautiful ring he designed himself. “Will you marry me?” He asked you with now tears in your eyes.

Your bottom lip trembled, as you looked down at him. ‘You cupped his cheek feeling the warmth from them. “Yes Dean, I’ll marry you.”

Before you could say anything else, Dean jumped up to latch his lips to yours with a kiss that meant forever, leaving the once bad day behind. Now in the arms of the man you proudly call your fiance as he slipped the ring on your finger, dancing to the rest of the song. Holding you the same way he held you that night, with promises of many more nights like this and then some.

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[ladywinchester1967]

Two Little Winchesters

Type: One Shot

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N (Female)

Paring: Dean x Y/N (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, sick!Dean, sick!Sam, de-aged characters, fluff, mothering tendencies. 

A/N: I’m holding @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardnerd67 responsible for this one. Just a short, quick little something for ya’ll!!

Disclaimer: Unbeta’d, all mistakes ARE mine. Art is NOT mine, credit goes to the original artist (image found on Pinterest).

When Y/N woke up the next morning, little kids shouting was not the first thing she expected to hear.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“WHAT DID I DO?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

She quickly got out of bed and put her glasses on, fumbling out of her and Dean’s shared bedroom. The site in front of her was also something she never expected.

There were Sam and Dean bickering; but they weren’t the Sam and Dean she knew. The guys she knew were big, beautiful piles of flannel with hearts of solid gold. They could flip from caring to deadly with a single look between them.

In front of her now, were two small children that she only knew because of pictures Dean had shown her. Dean was about a head taller than Sam; with blonde hair, prominent freckles, bright green eyes and chubby cheeks. Sam, well, Sam was tiny. He had chestnut brown hair that flopped into his hazel eyes and equally chubby cheeks. They were both wearing their own t-shirts, but they looked like they were drowning in fabric.

“Oh my god.” she said, my eyes wide.

They both turned and Dean’s expression went from furious to soft.

“Sweetheart,” he said sounding exactly like a child would “I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What the hell happened to you two?!” she asked “You’re what? Maybe five or six years old?”

“Six,” Dean corrected “which makes Sammy here two.” He added with a snort

“It’s not funny!” Tiny Sam squeaked out “I told you it was an accident!”

“Sam, were you messing around with those fucking spell books again?” she asked, her hand on my forehead.

“I wasn’t messing around!” Sam cried “I didn’t mean to read it out loud, it just happened and now look at us!”

“Hey, why didn’t it affect Y/N?” Dean asked

“I don’t know.” Sam said and sneezed, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

“Ew, don’t sneeze on me!” Dean exclaimed and backed away from Sam.

“You’re not getting sick are you?” Y/N asked and walked towards Sam.

“No,” Sam whined “I’m fine.”

Y/N pushed Sam’s hair off of his forehead and pressed her hand to it; it felt like it was on fire.

“God Sam, you’re running a fever!” Y/N exclaimed “go get back in bed, I’m gonna make some coffee and get to the store to get you some medicine.”

“We have medicine here.” Dean pointed out before coughing.

“For adults, not little kids.” Y/N pointed out as Dean kept coughing. “You too huh?”

“No,” Dean insisted when his coughing had subsided “I’m fine. I’ll go with you.”

Y/N placed her hand on Dean’s forehead, which was equally hot.

“Oh no,” she said “back to bed, both of you.”

“But-“ the Winchesters started to insist

“Bed. NOW.” Y/N said, doing her best impression of her own mother.

Dejected, both boys wandered into Sam’s room while Y/N set her coffee to brew. She found a thermometer in the kitchen and took both of their temperatures. True to her suspicions, they were both running a fever. Dean complained that his head and throat hurt while Sam told her that his nose felt like a faucet.

“Yeesh,” Y/N said “okay, first thing’s first. I have to bring down your temperatures. My mom always gave us tepid baths, so we’ll try that first. Castiel can watch you guys while I go to the store.”

“Why can’t we go with you?” Dean whined

“Because I don’t have car seats for you two and child protective services will be up my ass in no time.” Y/N said.

“I don’t feel good.” Dean complained. Normally when he was sick, he got a little whiny. Symptoms of a man cold, according to Y/N’s Mom. The child in front of her though nearly broke her heart; he looked so sad and helpless. Poor Sam had it the worst; the coughs wracked his tiny body and he pouted.

“I’m gonna pull something if I don’t quit coughing soon.” He whined.

“I’m sorry guys,” Y/N apologized “but I’ll get this bath going and call Cas. You two hang tight.”

Dean laid back against the pillows while Sam laid on is side.

With no tubs in the Men of Letters bunker; Y/N made use of the supersized double sink. She prepared a bath while she called Castiel and filled him in.

“I could go to the store.” Castiel said

“I know, but I need you here more while I’m gone.” Y/N insisted “Someone has to sit with them.”

“Okay, I’ll be there shortly.” Castiel said and hung up.

Once the sink was full enough; she set each Winchester in a side of the sink. Neither of them was pleased about the temperature of the water, but it did bring their fevers down a little bit. Once she had them dried off and in a fresh t-shirt, she put them back into bed just as Castiel arrived. She gave him the run down and then added

“Just make sure they stay in bed and relax. Put on a movie for them or something? I shouldn’t be gone for too long.”

“You,” Castiel said “you’re good at this.”

“What?” Y/N asked

“Being a parent.” Castiel pointed out

“I’m the oldest of six, I would hope I know a few things.” Y/N said.

She quickly got dressed and then went back into Sam’s room. Sam had gone to sleep while Dean and Castiel talked.

“Okay, I’m going to the store. I’ll be right back.” Y/N announced.

“Be careful please.” Tiny Dean insisted as he coughed.

“I will.” Y/N said and kissed his forehead.

When she got to the store; she found some children’s cough medicine, some Vick’s vapor rub and children’s Tylenol. She stumbled across some lollipops that promised to sooth sore throats so she added that other cart as well. She then added boxes of tissues, orange juice, cans of chicken noodle and tomato soup and a bag of rice.

“Uh oh,” the cashier said as she scanned out Y/N’s items “your little one sick?”

“Both of them,” Y/N quickly lied “oldest is six, the little one is two.”

“Oh no! Poor things!” the cashier said with sympathy “Hope they get to feeling better soon!”

“Thank you.” Y/N said.

When she returned home, she could hear both Sam and Dean coughing. Y/N quickly left the food in the kitchen and nearly ran to Sam’s room and it was a site to see. Castiel looked totally frazzled and both Winchesters looked completely miserable. Without his grace, Castiel couldn’t help them and trying to sooth two sick children wasn’t anywhere in his long history of being an angel.

“I’m back!” Y/N said catching all of their attentions.

“FINALLY!” they said in unison.

Y/N started out by giving Sam and Dean the appropriate dosage of cough medicine and Tylenol. After that was over, she gave them each a lollipop and made sure they were comfortable. Poor, little Sam had snort running down his nose and Y/N wiped it away.

“Thank you.” Sam said weakly as he laid back against the pillows.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N said and then looked at Dean “what about you handsome? Feeling okay?”

“My head still hurts.” Dean complained, going to town on his lollipop.

“Give the medicine a chance to kick in,” Y/N insisted “I got soup if you want some.”

“Please?” Dean asked, his eyes hopeful.

“You got it.” She said and ruffled his hair.

Outside Sam’s room, Castile waited and offered to research the book Sam had been reading.

“Maybe there’s a way to reverse the spell in there.” Castiel said

“Sounds good to me,” Y/N said “I’ll tend to them. Let me know if you find anything.”

“We’re lucky to have you, you know?” Castiel asked with a fond smile.

“Thanks Cas.” Y/N said.

Y/N whipped up a batch of tomato and rice soup and brought both Sam and Dean a bowl with a glass of orange juice.

“Can we get up now?” Dean asked as he finished his soup.

“No, you two have to rest. We can watch a movie or even some Game of Thrones, but ya’ll have to relax.”

“Can I have some more juice?” Sam asked, he still looked miserable, but a little less so.

“Sure, anything else while I’m up?” Y/N asked

“Another lollipop, please.” Dean asked sweetly.

“Help yourself Dean.” Y/N said and handed him the bag.

“Dude,” Sam said as Y/N walked out of the room “quit hogging all the suckers!”

“Bite me okay?!” Dean snapped back and Y/N shook her head as she walked away.

When Y/N came back with Sam’s juice; she settled between the two Winchesters and they settled on watching The Princess Bride. Once the movie got started, Dean had snuggled up next to Y/N, his head nestled against her chest.

“Aren’t you hot?” She asked Dean and he shook his head, meaning no. She used her nails to tenderly scratch the top of his head. As the movie went on, she felt a weight on her other side, she looked and saw Sam leaning up against her arm, his attention still on the TV. She rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed a tissue with her free hand, wiping his nose. He looked up at her and gave her the sweetest little boy smile. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder. And he settled against her arm.

Without meaning to; Y/N and both Winchesters had dozed off during the movie. When Y/N woke up however, she felt like she was in the middle of a heat wave. Her eyes flew open and she realized, while she was still laying between Sam and Dean, they were back to their regular ages and sizes. Meaning she was basically trapped between two furnaces as they snoozed on.

“This is it,” she thought “this is how I die. Heat exhaustion.”

She gently prodded Dean, who groaned.

“Dean, wake up.” Y/N said

Dean’s eyes opened and he realized what was going on.

“Oh, sorry.” He said sleepily and released her. She got out of the bed, which woke up Sam.

“What happened?” Sam asked with a yawn.

“I reversed the spell.” Castiel said, appearing in the room “By then, all of you were asleep so I thought it was best to leave you be.”

“Aw, well that was sweet.” Y/N said “I think I sweated enough to where I need A LOT of water.”

Both Winchesters chuckled and Dean got up to go get in his own bed.

The next day, both Sam and Dean were feeling better. Not quite at 100% but definitely on the mend.

“Thanks for taking care of us.” Sam said

“Seriously Y/N, you stepped up and knocked it out of the park.” Dean said, eating another bowl of soup.

“Ya’ll sure do know how to make a girl blush!” Y/N said with a smile.

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