random acts of violence

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Word Count: 991

Notes: AU I don't really know what this is, to be honest. Written for day_by_drabble april showers prompt 8: motel.
Warning: Threesome, non-graphic/explicit Wincest.
Rated: R

( Cas just huffed, burrowed back into them, and let himself forget, for a while, that he was now all that remained of Heaven. )

If you have to ask why this is funny, you are hopeless.

And also don't have a soul.

IF SOMEONE COULD MAKE THIS INTO A GIF ICON FOR ME I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER.

( OHMYGOD )

I'VE REACHED 10K. OHMYGOD OHMYGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HALF-WAY DONE, AND I STILL MOSTLY LOVE THIS STORY, AND I'M GOING TO ACTUALLY FINISH IT.

TEN THOUSAND WORDS.

I'VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING THIS LONG IN MY LIFE.

SQUEE AND HAPPINESS AND FLAILING ALL AROUND.

No, seriously, it is. I'm from small-town Texas. THIS SONG IS MY LIFE, GUYS. SO MUCH.

( Dirt Road Anthem by Jason Aldean )

OHMYGOD LJ STOP BEING STUPID, PLEASE I NEED YOU TO.

Yes, yes I'm writing like I am supposed to, why do you ask?

Okay, so I was working on my spn_j2_bigbang fic, right? Right. Then I happened to glance over my h50_50 table, and I swear this just hit me, out of like, NOWHERE. I don't even know, okay.

I'm using it for the prompt 'touch' at my table here.

I'm a little nervous about posting, because I don't know if it is like, utter crap, or something (I like it) and it is probably the first time I have written anything remotely y'know, not-gen to this extent SO BE GENTLE WITH ME OKAY? Also this is my first H50 fic, and WOOT IT IS STEVE/DANNY. I feel I should not have to explain this.

As to actual notes for the story: I tried for something raw, and visceral, and I pretty much just let Steve out to play. No beta, so all mistakes are mine. If you see anything glaringly obvious, please point it out to me!

Word Count: 928

( Danny burns too bright, like the sun, and Steve can't resist that; doesn't try. )

Lol.
Tablet in Corel.

So, I had no idea what I was doing, okay, because I have only ever used Corel like, once, right? It is not as bad as it could have been, and I shall get better, but I thought I would share this so you can all bask with me in my abject horror, and misery over how this turned out.

Mostly I amused myself so much with this. We all need to do a little sketchy painting every once in a while that turns out terrible. It reminds us to be humble. lolololol.

The character is Gashere, from Tkini.


overlooking eternity by ~Tempestrains on deviantART

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1, or any of it's characters.

Word Count: 862
Prompt: Family

For caitriona_3, who sent the required amount of v-gifts in my help_japan fic auction. I hope you enjoy it! No too sure on characterization, but it's been a while since I've seen SG-1, or been in the fandom.

( Why does this always happen to them? )

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Word Count: 747

Author's Note: For Yo, who sent the required amount of v-gifts in my fic auction for help_japan. So, I didn't quite manage your prompt. I'm sorry. <3 I got this instead, and it's kinda gen, but I don't know. x3 I've never written this before. I hope you enjoy it, Yo.

( It was all over, finally. )

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I had to answer this one.

I believe that we are forged, and tempered by the events of our past. This actually reminds me of a quote that I hold close to me.

'Freedom is what you do with what has been done to you.' by Sartre.

There have been many difficult things in my past, but I would never go back, and never erase them because they have made me stronger, and taught me many, many lessons about life, and the things we take for granted. If it is worth it, it is never easy; if it is easy, it is probably not worth it.

Like everyone I have moments where I go 'why me,' and I have things that haunt my dreams, and wake me up at night, but these are things that are part of me, and I would not be who I am without the lessons they taught to shape me. Yes, I am more than what has happened to me, but I use it; I make it mine, and I don't let the bad things rule me.

Every hard ship you get through, every thing you survive, makes you stronger, and one day you'll be able to hold your head up high, and say you're alive.