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Fluff. Angst. Smut. The three food groups.

@crispychrissy / crispychrissy.tumblr.com

I'm Chrissy! I'm 32, female, and not really sure what's going on anymore. I make gifs of shows and movies, so search through my archive if you're in need! I'm a mythology nerd with a strong kink for tall, dark, and broody men with killer smiles. I currently write only Marvel fanfic, but I did previously write for Supernatural and all stories are on my masterlist. NOTE: I no longer post any of my stories on Tumblr due to the horrible post editor and their consistent inaction regarding stolen work, so please visit me on Ao3 to stay up-to-date on new content. MY TUMBLR MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Thank you for checking out my Masterlist! Below are links that will take you to the complete Masterlist for each character. All stories that contain smut will be in Italics.

MARVEL:

These are reader insert stories that take place in the Marvel Cinematic Universe involving the various characters and heroes.

SUPERNATURAL:

A/N: As of March 2021, I no longer write for the Supernatural fandom. All in-progress series have been marked as abandoned as I have no plans to return to writing for Supernatural.

These are stories that contain three or more chapters and any characters from Supernatural.

These stories include reader inserts that have Dean in a relationship with the reader or have Dean as the main focus of the story.

These stories include reader inserts that have Sam in a relationship with the reader or have Sam as the main focus of the story.

These stories include all other Supernatural character reader inserts as well as stories that do not have the reader in a relationship with anyone in the story.

These stories are reader inserts that involve the reader and Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, or any other actor that appears on Supernatural or in the MCU.

As always, if you read a story and enjoy it, please leave a comment, send an ask, or drop a like! It gives me the drive to keep writing!

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fake-magical-girl

Here’s the whole video. It’s called “Don’t Be A Sucker” and it’s 17 minutes long.

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republicansareahategroup

don’t just scroll past this actually watch it, it’s only 2 minutes long. If you re-recorded this today word for word with modern actors and places, it wouldn’t even look out of place as a PSA

THIS POST WAS ORIGINALLY MADE IN SEPTEMBER OF 2018

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

Anonymous asked:

Please do not write for star wars. Marcel writers are Bad at writing sw.

I don't know who Marcel is, and all of my Star Wars knowledge comes from memes, so I'm very confused.

Plus, you just sent this exact same question to @holylulusworld which has made me even more confused...?

So, I just had the most hilariously awkward thing happen. I had a weird brain day today and got super excited when a thunderstorm came though about 9:30pm tonight. I love thunderstorms, always have and always will, so it was the perfect calm ending to a chaotic day.

I went outside in the middle of the torrential downpour of the storm to lay on the lawn in front of my apartment because I just wanted to contemplate existence for a little bit and pretend I’m a plant or something. Don’t judge.

Anyway, so about five minutes goes by and I’m just hanging out, enjoying being pelted by the tiny cloud moisture missiles, when I hear a car pull into the driveway next to me. Not unusual; I’m not the only person that lives in this apartment complex.

But then suddenly there’s a voice cutting through the rumbles of thunder and the sound of the rain.

“Excuse me… are you okay?”

I sigh, and without thinking say, “We’re all human-shaped sentient space dust running away from entropy. Are any of us ever okay?”

My eyes shoot open the second the last syllable leaves my mouth and I look over through my soaked eyeballs to see a FUCKING COP speaking to me through the rolled down window of his cop car that’s parked in the driveway about 9 feet from me. I was about to jump to my feet and run inside to die from embarrassment when I heard him chuckle softly and say:

“You’re going to be fine, just don’t give up. We’ve all had those days. Enjoy your night.”

He rolled up his window and drove away.

And you know what? I laid there for another 20 minutes with a big fucking smile on my face because he’s right.

I’m going to be fine. And you will, too.

from one chronically anxious person to another: the world is not going to go up in flames. What happens will be more slow, more bureaucratic, more boring. There is no catastrophe to end all catastrophes, no rapture, no sudden end. You can't give into the call of the void, because there is no void. So you just have to do the work to make tomorrow a better place, anyway. Because that's how it gets better.

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