I Can't Believe I Was In The Spn/destiel Fandom During Its Peak But Never Touched An A/b/o Fic Until

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

Did anyone else’s heart shatter when the collecter started crying and he doesn’t know how to stop crying and his voice broke💔💔

There are (probably) emojis for every country in the world

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There is a symbol for every zodiac sign.

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There is one pride flag

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This is NOT okay

Remus *catching Sirius set up the stupidest prank imaginable*: please tell me you did not drag James into this

Sirius: I didn't drag James into this

Sirius: it was his idea in the first place

Fictober Day 3

Prompt:

“You said ‘this can’t end well’ and kissed me, and now it’s six years later and we’re getting married.”

WandaNat, pure fluff

Natasha couldn't believe her eyes as Wanda strode down the isle, escorted by her brother Pietro. Her red hair fell in cascades down her shoulders, her white dress conformed to all the right places. Natasha can't help but take a spft breath, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, full of nerves and excitement.

When Wanda finally stands in front of her, she reaches out for her hand.

“Hi.” She says quietly, Wanda responding with her own “hi” as the officiant starts the ceremony. But even though it was the most important day of both their lives, they didn't care, their eyes locked and fingers entwined.

And when prompted for vows, Natasha immediately speaks up.

“Wanda, when I first met you, I was scared. You were so powerful and I was just… me. But then I found out you were the sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and I knew right then who my heart belonged to. The first time we kissed, it was after a fight. I don't remember the mission well, just the fact you nearly died. And I? I confessed my feelings and you took it better than expected.

“The moment was tense, Wanda. You remember. But then you did something that will forever be engrained in my mind. You said ‘this can’t end well’ and kissed me, and now it’s six years later and we’re getting married. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of getting to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.”

Wanda's eyes are wide, teary. “Oh, Natasha. I love you so much. You have no idea. And I was wrong. This will never end. And if it does, we'll be together. Forever, darling. And always.”

Natasha smiles, pressing her forehead against Wanda's as they exchange rings, their lips meeting gently.

That night, under silken sheets and the soft glow of the moon through the open window, their touches are soft and their words are gentle, whispered promises of a lifetime together.

Credits for this prompt:

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Starter Stories

CHOCOLATE BABIES (1996) dir. STEPHEN WINTER

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.

Someone: You can't do everything your friends do. If they jumped off a bridge, would you--

Regulus Black: Yes.

Everyone:

Regulus: I'll go first.

James, with spray bottle: No, Reggie.

I'm having inappropriate Bucky thoughts again...

I still don't write for Marvel as a blog staple, but considering that I *do* have a few Marvel fics out there: Y'all want a new one? Because this thought is driving me insane.