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Lesson for today… You can’t stay mad with squeaky shoes…

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Simply because Sam Winchester

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Man I need a Dean right about now. Beautifully written, love! Go check her out if you guys haven’t read her stuff yet!

It’s 3am and I Need You

Title: It’s 3am and I Need You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,005

Warnings: Extremely Sweet Dean, FLUFF, Implications of Depression, Self-Doubt, Little bit of Self Loathing, Insomnia

Summary: It’s three in the morning, the reader can’t sleep so she texts the older Winchester in hopes that he was awake. What she doesn’t expect is for him to come to her rescue.

A/N: Thoughts. Words. Fic. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Can I just say this is everything I needed to hear and more? Seriously, this post is and always will be one of my favorites. There are so many great points in here and I seriously recommend that you give it a read. xx

Tips for Beginners

When typing this title, my phone autocorrected it to “Tips for Whiners” which is hilarious given the circumstances surrounding this post. However, my conscience got the best of me and I decided to title it differently even though there was peer pressure for the original title. However, not all beginners are whiners (by far) and I figured it wasn’t fair to lump people into a group. Plus, this post is meant to be far more informative and encouraging than it is critical and teasing.

New writers are always looking for help and tools to use to get their writing “out there,” wherever that is. They want to build their audience, which means gaining followers and notes on posts. They seek out help, work on their blogs, and write a lot.

However, some new writers fall into a trap of jealousy and complaining. They become frustrated, then turn their frustration into jealousy. They whine about not getting notes and followers, they complain about blogging cliques and unfair treatment, and they adopt an attitude of “Woe is me. The blogosphere is against me.”

This post is meant to be helpful to each group by providing both useful tips and reality checks. At no point do I actually mean to be hateful. Am I sassy, though? Yes. You can stop reading this post at any time, too. You can also take what works for you and throw out the rest. Nothing here is a blanket statement. 

But let’s just get on with it. ( And it is a long one)

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Reblog if you're a Gryffindor.

ravenclaw | hufflepuff | slytherin

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J2 | Houston Con 2016 - 💛 Valentines Day ❤️ | Jensen supporting Jared’s “Love Yourself First” AKF Campaign with the Valentines Day Card he made. (The card was auctioned off for charity at the Con💖). 

“Promoting self love is vital in the fight against mental health problems, so I want to encourage y'all to focus on loving yourselves first… each and every one of you is worthy.” - Jared Padalecki

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Happy Valentine's Day, guys!! Enjoy a few poems brought to you by our very own SPN fandom;)

Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Just because this is too beautiful not to reblog

 “Come on, Y/N, turn that frown upside down!” Dean nudged you.

“Yeah, Y/N. Your smile is beautiful, it lights up the room,” Sam added.

“Guys, I don’t feel like it,” you stated as you buried your face back in the lore book.

“Fine, then we’re going to make you smile, just you wait and see,” Dean pointed at you, a smirk on his lips.

x x x x x x 

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23/365 Monday Motivation #Nashcon 2016 (x)

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I’ll Be Home

Title: I’ll Be Home

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus

Word Count: 2,370

Warnings: Little angsty as per usual but really this is just pure fluff

Summary: This was supposed to be the first Christmas that you and Sam spent together, but after Sam is called away on a hunt he’ll do anything to get back to you.

A/N: Welp guys, this is my first time writing Sam! Dean is honestly my comfort zone, but when I heard this song I couldn’t get Sam out of my head so I hope you all enjoy it!:) This was written for @winchester-writes SPN Christmas Song Challenge! (Yes, yes, I know it’s a little late but you can never have too much Christmas, right?;) The song I chose was Meghan Trainor’s I’ll Be Home, and the object I picked was a ribbon, Once again, I hope you all like it! As I did last time, I’ll be tagging a few writers down below the cut. Just let me know if you want me to stop tagging you, or if you want to be tagged in future fics!

“Dean better hurry up,” Sam muttered, checking his watch as he leaned against the wall of the near empty food court in the mall, his eyes glancing back up from the gleam of the metal and surveying the scene in front of him.

There were a few shoppers still mingling about, their arms laden with boxes of all shapes, sizes, and colors, their conversations bubbly and joyous, the words rising and falling in pitch with excitement. A small boy was licking a blue lollypop, the coloring getting all over his cheeks and hands and turning them blue too. There was a young mother, softly cooing at her small baby as she rocked the girl back and forth, the woman’s eyes lighting up when she saw the figure of her husband walking out of one of the many stores, his hand clasping that of another little girl who was skipping with excitement about what was in the bag that he was carrying in his other hand.

Sam’s heart gave a little lurch at the way the woman looked at her husband and he looked away before he could see them interact any more than he already had. It made the hole that was in his heart hurt a little more than it had before; the dull throbbing sharpening into a stabbing pain before it edged away into the gentle pull and push of the discomfort again.

Sam Winchester missed you. Anyone with eyes could see that.

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I’ll Be Home

Title: I’ll Be Home

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus

Word Count: 2,370

Warnings: Little angsty as per usual but really this is just pure fluff

Summary: This was supposed to be the first Christmas that you and Sam spent together, but after Sam is called away on a hunt he’ll do anything to get back to you.

A/N: Welp guys, this is my first time writing Sam! Dean is honestly my comfort zone, but when I heard this song I couldn’t get Sam out of my head so I hope you all enjoy it!:) This was written for @winchester-writes SPN Christmas Song Challenge! (Yes, yes, I know it’s a little late but you can never have too much Christmas, right?;) The song I chose was Meghan Trainor’s I’ll Be Home, and the object I picked was a ribbon, Once again, I hope you all like it! As I did last time, I’ll be tagging a few writers down below the cut. Just let me know if you want me to stop tagging you, or if you want to be tagged in future fics!

“Dean better hurry up,” Sam muttered, checking his watch as he leaned against the wall of the near empty food court in the mall, his eyes glancing back up from the gleam of the metal and surveying the scene in front of him.

There were a few shoppers still mingling about, their arms laden with boxes of all shapes, sizes, and colors, their conversations bubbly and joyous, the words rising and falling in pitch with excitement. A small boy was licking a blue lollypop, the coloring getting all over his cheeks and hands and turning them blue too. There was a young mother, softly cooing at her small baby as she rocked the girl back and forth, the woman’s eyes lighting up when she saw the figure of her husband walking out of one of the many stores, his hand clasping that of another little girl who was skipping with excitement about what was in the bag that he was carrying in his other hand.

Sam’s heart gave a little lurch at the way the woman looked at her husband and he looked away before he could see them interact any more than he already had. It made the hole that was in his heart hurt a little more than it had before; the dull throbbing sharpening into a stabbing pain before it edged away into the gentle pull and push of the discomfort again.

Sam Winchester missed you. Anyone with eyes could see that.

This was supposed to have been the first Christmas that he would actually get to spend with you, the promise of being together having been spoken between the two of you months before. He had planned everything out; from the way he was going to wrap your present to how you were going to decorate the tree to what kind of cookies you were going to bake for Santa on Christmas Eve.

All of that, however, had been torn from his mind when his brother had called from five hundred miles away, the older Winchester having tackled a case that was far too big for him to do alone. So, Sam had packed up his bags, given you a kiss goodbye, and had flown to the town that he didn’t know the name of to help Dean with a monster that he couldn’t quite seem to picture the face of.

The pair had killed off the monster quickly; the team that the brothers made being one that was hard for any monster to kick its way through. But there was the aftermath to take care of. They had to make sure that there weren’t more monsters in the area. They had to make sure that everyone was safe before they could skip town.

Before Sam could come back home to you.

All of this was what was running through Sam’s mind as a man in the red suit approached him, his blue eyes twinkling with something more than just joy and the smile on his face filled with something more than just contentment.

“Mind if I stand by you?” he asked, his voice deep and kind, forcing Sam’s mind back to the present place and not at home in the living room with you.

“Not at all,” Sam replied with a kind smile, moving so that there was a little more space on the wall for this man to stand. “So…You’re Santa,” he couldn't help but laugh quietly, looking back over at the fur trimmed suit and hat that belonged to the classic Claus himself.

“That I am,” the man chuckled along, his white beard obscuring some of his face. “And you’re a man who’s missing someone very much.”

Sam stopped laughing at this remark, confusion clouding his eyes as he started at this man in front of him, tilting his head slightly. “How did you-”

“When you get old like me you learn a few things about love and longing,” Santa replied and Sam realized what he had seen in this man’s eyes besides joy. It was wisdom.

“Who’s the girl?” Santa asked him, a kind smile on his face as he leaned back against the wall, pulling a pipe somewhere from a pocket and starting to smoke it.

“I-uh-don’t think you should be-” Sam started again, quickly glancing at the sign behind the man’s head that clearly read, “No Smoking.”

“Oh, come on,” Santa laughed, taking another breath in. “All of the children that would be here to see me have long gone to bed. Besides, what are they going to do? Fire me?” At this Santa laughed, his belly shaking exactly like Sam had imagined it to in the old story books. “I work one day a year, and that day is over. There’s nothing they can do. Now come on,” he pressed, leaning closer to Sam as if the pair were sharing a secret. “Who’s the girl?”

“(Y/N),” he found himself saying before he could even register the fact that your name had slipped past his lips. “And she’s…amazing,” he finally finished breathlessly, not even sure how to describe you himself. You were so beautiful; but not only that, you were funny. You were funny and kind and sweet and you could always make Sam feel better and you just felt like home.

“She sounds amazing,” Santa said, and Sam felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he realized he had said all of that out loud. “What are you doing around here for? Go home. Go back to her.”

“I can’t. I-”

“Go home,” Santa said again, the same kind smile on his face as it always was. “Here,” he added, rummaging around in his pockets, pulling out a small white box with a scarlet ribbon tied around it. “Give this to her when you see her,” he said, placing the box in Sam’s hand.

“I-” Sam started to say, but was cut off when he heard Dean call his name. He turned around and glanced at his brother, but when he turned back the old man in the red suit was gone; even the smoke that had been floating in the air had disappeared along with him.

“Who were you talking to, Sammy?” Dean asked, his hands in his pockets as he walked up to his brother, looking around at the empty food court.

“Uh…No one,” Sam mumbled to himself, looking down at the box with the scarlet ribbon and slipping it into his pocket. “What took you so long, man?” he asked, turning back to Dean.

Dean just smirked and held out a piece of paper, his eyes shining in the light.

“What’s that?” Sam asked him, glancing from the paper to his brother, his brows drawn down in confusion.

“Just take it,” Dean replied, shoving the paper into Sam’s hands.

Sam started at Dean a moment longer before flipping the paper over, the stark black lettering informing him that he was supposed to be boarding a flight back home within the hour. “What-”

“Merry Christmas, Sammy,” Dean said, a genuine smile gracing his features. “I can wrap up here no problem. Go home. Get back to her.”

Sam had just stayed frozen for a moment before embracing his brother, a whispered, “Merry Christmas,” slipping through his lips before he dashed out of the mall and hailed a taxi, his leg bouncing up and down and willing the driver to go faster than he was.

Pulling up to the airport, he dashed inside, seeming to fly past the people in thick winter coats and tall, sturdy boots.

"Flight twenty-two," he said breathlessly when he got to the boarding location, slapping his ticket down on the desk.

The woman that was working there looked down at Sam's ticket and then back up to him, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, sir; but there's a snowstorm that's coming in. There's really bad wind outside and the pilot isn't sure he can fly in this weather. Your flight may be delayed a while."

"What?" Sam asked, shaking his head as he frantically looked to the window, the crystallized flakes falling down faster than they had been beforehand. "No, no. You don't understand," Sam said, turning back toward the woman. "I need to get home. I need to get on this flight."

"We're doing the best we can, sir," the woman said, her shoulders slumping slightly at the tone of Sam's voice. "I'm sorry, but we want to keep you safe."

Sam stopped momentarily, looking at the defeat in this woman's eyes. She had probably been yelled at a minimum of a dozen times because of this flight, people being so caught up in their own frustrations and plans that they didn't even notice they were lashing out on her. So, making a conscious effort not to be one of those jerks, Sam swallowed thickly and gave her a small smile. "It's okay," he said, trying to make her feel better. "Thank you for everything you're doing."

Those few simple words seemed to make her day, her eyes lighting up and the smile on her face becoming so much more genuine than it had been before. "Merry Christmas," she called as Sam walked over to sit on one of the hard plastic chairs and wait for news about his flight.

"Merry Christmas," he responded, sitting down and pulling out the little white box, running his fingers over the edges. Maybe he'd finally figure out what was in there by the time he got back to you.

A total of about four hours later, Sam was boarding a flight back home and with another hour added on top of that he was soon in a taxi, your address flying off of his lips. Once again it seemed like the taxi driver couldn't go fast enough; Sam having to literally bite his tongue in an effort to keep him from telling the nice man to speed.

Once he got to your house he shoved a wad of rolled up dollar bills into the man's hand, telling him to keep the change as he bolted from the car. Running up the steps he pounded on your door, his breath puffing out in little white clouds in front of him. The seconds seemed like ages as he waited for you to appear at the door and when you finally did, your hair tousled and your eyes sleepy, Sam swept you off of your feet, holding you tighter than he ever had before.

"Sam!" you exclaimed, all sleepiness gone as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your feet a solid foot above the snowy ground as he spun you around, making you laugh out of joy. "What are you doing back?!"

"Santa and Dean and-" Sam couldn't even finish his sentences, deciding instead to just put you on the ground and lean down, planting a kiss on your lips, his cheeks rosy from the cold and joy and excitement all at once.

"I promised I'd be home, didn't I?" he asked, looking down at you after you two had broken apart, your grin never seeming to leave your face for a second. "I have so many weird stories to tell you about Santa Claus and Dean but I just really missed you," he finished, wrapping you up in a hug on your front porch, the snowflakes falling gently around both of you.

"I missed you so much more," you responded, the stories he had to tell you the last things on your mind, your arms wrapping around him equally as tightly. He smelled like he always did, and he was warm and comfortable and you finally felt like it was Christmas with him here.

"I got you something," he whispered in your ear, giving you a small kiss as he pulled away, keeping one of his hands intertwined with yours. Pulling out the box that had been on his person since earlier that evening, he handed it to you, your eyes full of wonder as you took it.

"What's this?" you asked as you looked at the little white package that was now sitting in your hand, the edges of the scarlet ribbon seeming to sparkle just as much as the snow did with the starlight being cast on it.

"A present," Sam responded playfully, giving your hand a small squeeze. "Open it."

The second you took your other hand out of Sam's you missed his warmth, but your fingers carefully undid the ribbon, thinking it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Without a word, Sam took it from you and stepped behind you, tying it in your hair. As you lifted the lid to the box any words that you had been thinking before died in your throat, for what was before you was more beautiful than anything you had seen.

It was a silver necklace; the tiny links intertwined perfectly together as the chain wound down to the small snowflake pendant that hung at the bottom. The snowflake had six points on it, the entire charm being made up of pure, white diamonds.

"Sam," you said, your voice breathless as you started in awe at the piece of jewelry. "This must have cost a fortune. How did you-"

"I got it for free," he told you honestly, taking it out of the box and unclasping it, putting it gently around your neck and fastening it in the back; turning you around and surveying the way it fell below your collarbone. "The perfect gift for the perfect girl; wrapped with all of the love and care in the world," he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a small smile on his face. He was definitely going to be writing a thank you letter to Santa later, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy the moment with you.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/N)," he said, his smile only growing as he clasped both of your hands in his, the joy on his face incomparable to anything you had seen before. Stepping forward, he let out a content breath and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. Sam Winchester was finally home for Christmas; because anywhere you were? That was home to him.

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“They made their own choice. They chose family. And, well… isn’t that kinda the whole point?”

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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Romania: 0800-801-200

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

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This is so flipping cute and I'm in love!!! 10/10, love. You did amazing😘

It’s Always Better When We’re Together

This one DEFINITELY got away from me.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k (Lyrics included)

Warnings: Pure fucking fluff

Jensen joined Louden Swain on stage and the crowd went crazy. You laughed and clapped along with the crowd. You couldn’t help but cup your hands around your mouth and scream out along with the rest of the screaming fans. 

“Ow! OW! Jensen!” you yelled, giggling a little when he heard you and glanced sideways off the stage in your direction, a mischievous grin creeping onto his lips. 

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