goodoneman

lovin' the bae real good rn

goodoneman

IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO READERS AND FOLLOWERS:
          
          Luckily, I'm out of school and getting back into the groove of writing again. I'm completely out of the writers block that I was in for pretty much all of last year and can say that I'll be finishing After the End (Deceitful Vision) hopefully by the end of Summer or Fall. I sincerely apologise for my absence last year— I was just going through a lot and was so out of it all of the time that I could never bring myself to write without it being forced or emotionless (which, emotion is my main thing in my fics so it's kinda important lol). So please— forgive me for that and go read After the End or start reading Gods, Angels, and Demons because that'll probably randomly be updated every once in a while (not like, new chapters, but updated versions of previous chapters ^.^) 
          
          Thank you guys so much though for all of the support you've given me throughout my absence and I hope you all have a wonderful Summer! 

goodoneman

OMG ITS BEEN A YEAR are u kidding me wow ok 
          
          if anyone has any songs that are piano pieces/uplifting/instrumentals that are really just soft and peaceful please tell me cause those are the ones that are getting me in the writing mood k thanks

goodoneman

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"And what are yours? Your powers?" 
          
          Castiel only smiled as an answer and gave him a glance with his piercing blue eyes, letting Dean figure it out for himself.
          
          
          
          
          
          When you been listening to good music and you get that writing kick... 2000 words in and I think I'm back with this shit boyyyyyy

goodoneman

Dean, on the opposing hand, was closing his eyes and laying his head back. He remembered vanilla ice cream over warm pecan pie from years ago on Thanksgiving, Mary smiling brightly at one end of the table.  He remembered Sammy, giggling as he ran away from Dean with a football held in his hands. The sweet crackling of The Beatles on the record player when his mother smiled and said, as soft as a dancing flame, "just listen, baby. Listen."
          
          ********************deceitful vision lol