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23rd May 2013

Chat reblogged from use some adrenaline you weirdo with 53,861 notes

  • writer: let's get this minor character some screentime
  • writer: let's show them how lovable he is
  • writer: okay, is everybody in love? right
  • writer: now let's kill him

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23rd May 2013

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wintertigress:

yes that was exactly what i was looking for thank you

wintertigress:

yes that was exactly what i was looking for thank you

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23rd May 2013

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fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment:

cardofrage:

that-sounds-like-a-porno-wade:

I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 

I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD

The crack fic is enough for a reblog.

My favorite part is when authors write these themselves, and then you have a big, shiny, convoluted map that’s all canon.

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23rd May 2013

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whatladybird:

In Dean’s opinion, the bunker is the perfect place for Cas to learn how to be human. It’s away from prying eyes that would narrow, confused, if Cas tried any to learn human stuff in the real world. It’s away from danger; not only monsters, but the kind of human monster Dean knows all too well, that would take advantage of Cas’ fresh new humanhood and— well, Dean’s just glad they’re not on the road anymore.

When Dean expresses this to Sam, Sam scowls and says, “Don’t baby him, Dean.”

“Me? Baby who?”

“Just don’t smother him, okay?”

Dean stares after Sam’s retreating back. “What does that even mean? Are you saying I smother you? Get back here!”

Despite Sam’s assertions otherwise, Cas does need a lot of supervision in the early days. He’s watched humans for millennia, and the little time he had on earth has given him knowledge of some skills, but applying that knowledge has been the difficult part. Dean can’t count the number of times he’s walked into the kitchen to find Cas giving him sad-eyes over burnt eggs or ruined coffee, so he’s pretty much made it his mission to make sure Cas knows how to do all this stuff.

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23rd May 2013

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Me Whenever I Join a New Fandom or Ship:

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vivianandhersocalledlife:

fleeingthemundane:

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That’s it. That’s tumblr.

this is surprisingly accurate

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23rd May 2013

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pileofgoodthings:

Harry and Luna by merychess

pileofgoodthings:

Harry and Luna by merychess

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23rd May 2013

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embarrassing parts of books are a million times worse than embarrassing parts of movies i’ve decided because you can’t look away or cover your face until it’s over you have no choice but to pay attention and endure that secondhand embarrassment with them

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23rd May 2013

Photoset reblogged from In the bosom of my bosoms with 30,469 notes

LOL

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23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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Fics to life: Not Your Average Fairy Tale

Summary: Derek needs to start carding the people he flirts with.

“Let’s step into my office, Derek,” the Sheriff says.

Derek feels like a kid being sent to the principal’s office. Except this visit might end with Derek buried in the woods.

“I see you’ve met my son, Stiles,” the Sheriff says. Derek almost squirms at his pointed emphasis on the word ‘son’.

“Yes, sir. I have,” Derek says. He feels like every word out of his mouth is just incriminating him further.

“How old do you think my son is?” the Sheriff says.

“A lot younger that I originally thought,” Derek says.

The corner of the Sheriff’s mouth quirks up for a moment. “Caught that, did you?”

“I thought he was the receptionist,” Derek says helplessly. “I assumed he was around twenty.”

“And if you had known he was sixteen?” the Sheriff says.

Sixteen? Jesus fuck.

“Never would have even thought about it,” Derek says.

The Sheriff must believe him, because he nods and continues on to outline Derek’s duties without another word on the subject.

Derek’s never been so relieved to fill out paperwork in his entire life.

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