Witches, you are too kind. I love my little Ronnie and Moira slumber party. 😍

Thank you, kind witches!!

ROSE FROM THE ASHES

How getting lost at the ill-fated Blayze Music Festival led David and Patrick to find themselves and each other.

60k words, a romping tropefest of a desert island AU, posting soon.

There was only one cave! Banter! Huddling for warmth! Survival! Enemies to stranded to lovers!

bonus:

911 + Incorrect quotes (1/?)

And we’re back! Welcome to the new year, farm witch friends! We’re excited to bring you a few more of our farm witch faves on this First Friday of 2023.

We hope you’ll enjoy them and give the creators some love when you check them out.

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David Rose! You bought the general store (@officer-vakarian) **GIF SET**  “How it all started vs. how we knew it would end.“

Disturbers of the Peace  (proseapothecary) “The banter is slicker than David’s greaser hairstyle in this retro-themed high school AU.“

Don’t build hope on something broken (@5ambreakdown) “A gorgeous Patrick introspection that will give you all the feels.“

It Couldn’t Please Me More (@neelyo67) “Ronnie needs to relax. Heather gets her out of her head.” 

Let the snow fall (@treepyful) “This fluffy, feel-good fic of David and Patrick trapped in their house in a snowstorm is the perfect fic to snuggle under a blanket with.”

Luster (@rosedavid) “David’s got a broken chain and a crush on jeweler Patrick, who’s just trying to figure himself out.”

Tell me something true (@vivianblakesunrisebay) “A sexy and soft fic that takes place following the events of The Premiere. Healthy communication + sexy times = jam!”

The witches are too kind! Happy new year.

It’s that time of the year again :)

Elevate! 2022 Reveals!

The time is here! The gateway is open, we've all had an amazing week full of fun, and now we can reveal the creators for this year's fest!

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[fic + podfic] home is wherever you are tonight — Alexis/Twyla, T, 4,662 words / 31:15, by @sarahlevys and Amanita_Fierce

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There’s a shine in your eyes that i just can’t fight — Alexis/Twyla, T, 3,665 words, by @the-kellephant

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i know some people who have seen it all — Stevie/Ruth, T, 2,407 words, by @nerdframed

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Preheat to 350 degrees — Stevie, G, 2,142 words, by @fakingsincerity

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The Schitt’s Creek Corn & Beer Festival Sponsored by The Rosebud Motel — Stevie/Twyla, G, 2,004 words, by @pretendtofly

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as close as pages in a book — Stevie/Ruth, T, 3,389 words, by @stereopticons

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Resonance — Grace & the Jazzagals, G, 3483 words, by another_Hero and an_fish

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chocolate chip cookies — Stevie/Twyla, T, 3,011 words, by @alyiswriting

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why do i have to pretend? — Stevie/Alexis, T, 2,089 words, by @dinnfameron

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You and me together riding into the sun… — Alexis/Twyla, G, 2,000 words, by @typewritess

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if you think there ain’t lightning at the end of this kite string (girl, i’d say that’s a losing bet) — Alexis/Twyla, T, 4,823 words, by @turningtimeinthetardis

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It’ll Be Fun — Alexis & Moira, G, 3,578 words, by @neelyo67

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it’s fine if it’s with you — Stevie/Twyla, T, 3,349 words, by @hullomoon

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[Podfic] Ring Toss — Stevie/Ruth, G, 7:06, by poddingthemost, @lilythesilly, and @petalwritesx

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won’t you send a sign? — Alexis/Twyla, G, 3,199 words, by @lilythesilly

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Tomorrow is a place we are together — Alexis/Twyla, T, 2,777 words, by another_Hero

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the confidence of friends — Grace, Twyla, Jocelyn, & Ronnie, G, 2,486 words, by @alyiswriting

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maybe the miles can make up for the things you lack — Stevie/Twyla, T, 1,916 words, by @mymariahcarey

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(everybody’s watching her but) she’s looking at you — Alexis/Twyla, E, 12,854 words, by singsongsung

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You Can Have My Back — Alexis/Twyla, T, 3,042 words, by @doublel27

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making a lark of the misery — Alexis/Twyla, T, 1,720 words, by @petalwritesx

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[podfic] wherever you go, there you are — Stevie/Twyla, E, 1:08:37, @hullomoon

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Don't forget to give lots of kudos and comments on all of the works. We hope you had a great time, just like we did!

Dude.

THE WINCHESTERS

walking around with your heart

It fucking hurts. 

It fucking hurts, and maybe Hen was right, maybe it would’ve hurt either way, but this is worse, Buck thinks. He drops his phone to the counter top and buries his head in his arms. 

Spare parts. Defective spare parts, as it were. 

All Buck’s ever wanted to do is help, but he was cursed from the start. 

…family history bars you from participating in the donor program…

Buck’s phone rings on the counter. 

He ignores it. 

Then three texts come through in rapid succession. 

Hey Buck, give us a call?

We just heard from the facility

Think we need to talk

Buck picks the phone up and turns it over in his hand. Over and over, until he’s accidentally opened the camera and he’s staring at his own face. 

When Buck was a kid, adults always used to think he was hurt. They’d fuss, right up until they realized it was just his birthmark, and then they’d go back to doing whatever it was adults did. He never thought much of it, not really. Forgot it was there, most of the time, unless someone asked him about it. 

For a while, after the shooting, any time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’d mistake it for blood. Eddie’s. 

Maddie told him once that it was an angel’s kiss. He always liked the thought of that. 

Now, though, as he stares at it on the screen of his phone, he wonders if it wasn’t a defective stamp, meant to differentiate him from all the perfect babies born at the hospital that day. A bright red mark that, from the beginning, was meant to say, “throw me away! I’m no good!”

His phone rings again. 

This time it’s Eddie. 

Elevate! 2022: Day One!

We're ascending! Today kicks off a week of fabulous femslash fanworks. Have your eyes on the gateway? Check out today's works, and don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the creators!

Want to track your reading? Make a copy of the master list here and follow along every day!

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[fic + podfic] home is wherever you are tonight — Alexis/Twyla, T, 4,662 words / 31:15

"Okay," Alexis says. "Okay. So I know neither of us are married, we don't want to move to Toronto alone, and we're already talking about living together. And you're my best friend, Twy."

"You're mine, too."

Alexis smiles, pressing her fingertips against her mouth for one brief, fluttery moment. "And we're going to be best friends forever, right? So if we're always going to be in each other's lives, and we care about each other and love each other, what's stopping us from signing on a mortgage together?"

OR: Alexis and Twyla, super platonic best friends, decide to buy a house together. What could go wrong?

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There's a shine in your eyes that i just can't fight — Alexis/Twyla, T, 3,665 words

Twyla goes in for a tattoo and comes out with a crush.

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i know some people who have seen it all — Stevie/Ruth, T, 2,407 words

Stevie has an unexpected life-changing experience after she takes a trip for the Rosebud Motel Group.

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Preheat to 350 degrees — Stevie, G, 2,142 words

Stevie receives a cookbook as a gift. The resulting meals feed her body and soul.

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The Schitt's Creek Corn & Beer Festival Sponsored by The Rosebud Motel — Stevie/Twyla, G, 2,004 words

The distracting thing, though, was the cutoff jean shorts with the pockets hanging out below the frayed hem. As Twyla leaned down to retrieve a crate from the ground, bending at the waist and putting her long, bare legs on display, Stevie knew she was fucked.

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Creators, if your work was revealed today, please don't forget to update the posting date!

Noah Reid: Fashion Icon

This is for the brilliant and insanely talented @mostlyinthemorning ❤️ Thank you, friend, for this incredible idea. I had so much fun making paper doll Noah! I plan to revisit as Dad Noah blesses us with more fashion icon looks.

I also want to add a blanket permission for those who wish to print these out for your own use. I just ask that you please reblog, and also tag me in pictures! I am currently without a printer so I would love to see what these look like cut out.