*starts Beatboxing*

Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.

If you don’t mind me asking, what was your first destiel fic?

Not at all! I’m pretty sure the first destiel I ever read was Tripping by Hatteress. I’ve added the ao3 link here but I definitely originally read this on fanfiction.net over a decade ago lol. It’s a cute fic, in canon - taking place around season 4 & 5. It’s well written and I remember really enjoying it. Definitely a good entry into the fandom and also fanfic in general. I may have to give this little gem a reread. Thanks for this ask and stroll down memory lane!

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One year gone

One year of killing civilians

One year of bombing hospitals

One year of bombing schools

One year of destroying a whole city

One year of starving people to death

One year of making people leave their homes to live in tents

One year and still the world just watching us dying

One year thousands are missing under the rubble thousands arrested with unknown future

One year of thousands of children lost either one of their parents or both

Thousands lost parts of their bodies

I can’t imagine this will continue for a year

Fuck this world fuck everyone