Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray. A/N: Based on art by mycolour for the Supernatural Reverse Bang (link in profile). This technically contains a spoiler for Interstellar. 4.5k

In a city where struggling artists crash at bartender's flats, and aspiring writers find inspiration from chapped lips and whiskey, something odd is lurking in the streetlamp shadows. Paint leaves no space untouched in Castiel's studio flat, his laptop keys especially tainted with specks of blues and reds. It's the same in Dean's apartment flat, though instead of paint it's liquor and instead of a laptop it's the overflowing recycling bin filled with glass bottles. They each struggle in their own ways. Castiel with his career, Dean with his self-esteem. While they keep things hidden deep down and out of view from public eye, the public itself is in danger. A dark creature is at bay, stealing motivation and aspirations, forcing innocents into the unthinkable. Dean and Castiel must fight this dark creature in the future, but will their own issues hold them back from saving the city? Warning: Contains alcohol consumption and depression. Also minor sexual references (spoiler: basically they have a steamy make out sesh) [Destiel AU - Artist/Writer! Cas and Bartender/Alcoholic! Dean] Tumblr account with art corresponding to chapters : tumblr.com/aromaandaesthetic https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLTlU5g4j-PHiASjePJeRsF2_7cwU879Rq (playlist of songs corresponding to chapter titles and/or chapter content)

We were enemies by birth. We were in love by choice. [trigger warning for like three chapters]

'The painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma.' Euthanasia. This disease was my life. I want to die, I want to die. I wanted to bleed out right in that bathroom, but he had to stop me; why does he even care? Why would Vic Fuentes, the perfect senior care enough to stop me dying. That's never enough of course, so can he really stop me wanting to die?

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

These are Wattpad members' experiences regarding "slut" shaming and sexual bullying. You can now submit your experience to be a chapter in this collection in the form of a VIDEO - or as a drawing, poster, collage, or any other type of visual art. Just message me a link (send it to @emilylindin). If you've already submitted a chapter and want to add a multimedia element, let me know and we can make that happen, too. I started The UnSlut Project in 2013 by sharing my own middle school diary entries, from when I was targeted as the school "slut", here on Wattpad. This collection expands the project to include the shared experiences of the Wattpad community, whether the writer has been the victim or witness of sexual bullying or "slut" shaming, or whether they just want to share their thoughts. As these essays demonstrate, these issues have affected and continue to affect many of our lives in deep, often dangerous ways. If you're currently being sexually bullied, you're not alone. It gets better. Please use these stories to expand your understanding of this widespread problem, and comment respectfully. To learn more about The UnSlut Project, including "UnSlut: A Documentary Film," go here: http://www.unslutproject.com IMPORTANT: some of these experiences are quite disturbing and might include triggering material. If you are in physical or mental danger, considering suicide, or feel otherwise unsafe, please use these resources: http://support.wattpad.com/hc/en-us/articles/200774284-Counseling-and-Prevention-Resources

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?