This story was written for Dean Winchester's 31st birthday on January 24th.

Title: Let The Good Times Roll
Summary: Hey, have I said happy birthday, yet? AU. To Dean on his 31st birthday.
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Castiel.
Pairing(s): Dean/Ruby, Jo/Castiel if you squint.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
WARNING: AU and fluffy. Just needed a dose of happiness. Doesn't really go along with anything since season three except the whole ''angels pulled Dean out of The Pit'' thing.
Link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5694062/1/Let_The_Good_Times_Roll

So, it's been awhile since I posted story links, hasn't it? Well, this is an epic story I wrote last summer and I'm still in love with it. The icon above is the official icon for the story.

Title: a ghost of you is all that i have left
Summary: Dean, Ruby, Sam and all that you can't leave behind. AU.
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, OFC (NOT A LOVE INTEREST) and some Sarah Blake.
Pairing(s): Dean/Ruby with minor Sam/Sarah and Bobby/Ellen.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters you recognize.
WARNING: Extremely AU.
Link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5248411/1/a_ghost_of_you_is_all_that_i_have_left

Yes. My father. The screaming matches were horrendus.

And this is the man I want to meet again?

Well, I've done the norm. Like, holding open a door, donating old books to charity, shoveling someone else's driveway, giving some money to a charity for the disaster in Haiti. But the last random act of kindness was probably before Christmas. My brother, my mom and myself were Christmas shopping and my mom saw this decoration of an adult angel and a child angel. She looked at it, smiled, looked at me and said, ''That's us, Beck.''

I spent the money I was using to save up for a new iPod to buy the Christmas Angel for her. She teared up. Of course, me being me, I did that thing I do where I pretend nothing affects me. I just handed it to her, shrugged and said, with a blank look in my eyes, ''Don't say I never gave you anything.''

As for Karma? I'm really not sure. Ask again later.

....And here's the last one.

Here's number two.

Since I am completely in love with Marilyn Monroe and have been obsessed with her for quite some time, I thought it was time I got some MM icons. So, I have made about a dozen and uploaded three.

Here's number one.

Yeah, it's lame. Yeah, he's a fictional character. But I don't care. It's Dean Winchester's 31st birthday today, so celebrate.

I transferred during seventh grade. We moved from where I was born (a city) to a small, podunk town on the outskirts of nowhere.l I pretty much fell into depression and ended up dropping out. So yeah, it changed me. It changed me a lot. I felt so out of place and like I didn't belong and I was so depressed all the time. I had little to no self-esteem and no confidence.

That was three years ago.

I discovered writing soon after (it all started with fanfiction, actually) and found it really helped. Now, I'm happy, for the most part and thinking about getting my GED soon so I can move back home when I turn nineteen. I'm working on a novel and people keep asking me why I seem so smart when I dropped out and don't even go to school. I still suffer from heavy anxiety (but that's something I've been dealing with my whole life) and crying spells, but my life really has turned around. I know what I want and I know how to get it and that's just what I'm going to do. Moving here has changed me a lot. But it's what made me get serious about writing, it's what made me realize that writing IS my future. It is what I'm going to do with my life. And I wouldn't change that for the world.

There was a freaking flood at my freaking house today. Isn't that lovely? I'm not kidding about this either. There was a flood. The upstairs hallway was soaking wet. And the water was freezing, I might add. My little brother totally freaked out and started bawling. We were home alone, so I had to take charge. While I was rushing around, trying to avoid slipping in the water, putting every towel and blanket I could find down on the water, I was laughing hysterically.

When the towels ran out, I had to run downstairs to get more. Guess what I found. The downstairs was worse then the upstairs. Meanwhile, Josh was still freaking out upstairs. The towels that were meant to be upstairs I soon had to use downstairs. And the downstairs is carpeted. The phone hasn't worked in a couple of days, luckily I had a cell phone, but getting a hold of my mother was a pain in the ass. My mother's bedroom and bathroom and the rec room, all soaking wet, all carpeted. And Josh, on top of it all, freaked even more. He started going on and on about how there was going to be mold, toxic mold, and we were going to breathe it in and we were all going to die. I finally had to send him upstairs to watch Gilmore Girls and calm down.

Seriously.

Finally, I got a hold of my mother and pretty much screamed out the longest run on sentence I have ever said, very rambling about floods and mold and death and freezing toilet water and how Josh had flipped his lid and I was laughing because if I didn't laugh I would cry. Do you want to know what she did? She laughed at me. She told me to stop screaming so she could hold the phone to her ear and then she laughed. She was very amused by the whole thing.

Until she got home, that is.

So, now we have to dry things, call a professional, and do lots and lots of laundry because every towel was used. Also, some blankets. And some old clothes. And something is wrong with the furnace. So, yeah.

Great day.

It's Christmas Eve, people! It's Christmas Eve and we're all excited. And freezing. It's freaking freezing here. Well....at least we'll have a white Christmas. It's a little bit of a melancholy Christmas because we're not home for Christmas but hey. Can't have everything I guess.

Also, hey. Check out the new icon. Made by the brilliant shalowater.  All I want for Christmas is Dean Winchester. Never a truer statement.

Well, usually I'm very happy and giddy during the holiday season. This year I seem to be depressed. I think it's being away from my family. That's only ever happened once before but it seems to be really hitting me hard this year.

I still can't believe it. Brittany Murphy died yesterday. She was only thirty two years old. Apparently she died of cardiac arrest. I'm still in shock. When I found out yesterday, I cried and I couldn't believe it. She was such an amazing actress and she seemed like such a good person. Down to earth and kind. It's just unfathomable to me. God, and right near Christmas? Wow. It's so tragic.

My thoughts go out to her family, her husband and her friends this Christmas.

I love you, Brittany! Hope they're taking care of you on the other side. RIP.

Wow. I never thought I could be this tired. Seriously. I have so much to do here. There's a freaking Christmas story I have to finish by Christmas Eve, I'm still working on my mother's present and we have a million things to bake. Once again; wow! I never thought I could be this tired.

On top of it all, I think I've got the holiday blues.

The Duggar Family

There are so many mixed opinions out there about this family. Some people think they're insane, other people think they're just people with good values. And at first, I really didn't want to be one of those people who was hating on them but as I continued to watch their show, I couldn't help it. They got to me. Their ''we're so much better than you'' attitudes and fucked rules offended me greatly. Their views on the world are so twisted and unrealistic and offensive.

Did you know they don't dance? Oh, sorry. Did you know they don't believe in dancing? They think it stirs up ''unneeded sexual feelings'' and in their words (their words meaning Jim Bob's words) ''dancing is basically just people rubbing up against each other and we feel there's really no point'' or something equally as jacked. I was in disagreement with a lot of their shitty life choices but this was the one that pushed me over the edge. And that really surprised me. I mean, I don't particularly care for dancing because I look like a fool when I do but I thought that comment was really offensive. For some people, dancing is their life. I have two close friends who love dancing to death. Dancing is a profession, of course there's a point. What's the point of fucking like bunnies just to create your own football team?

You want more issues? Let's talk about the ''no kissing before marriage'' shit. Like, seriously? No kissing before marriage? I can understand no sex before marriage (I don't agree with that one either, but I understand it) but no kissing? No being alone with your girl/boyfriend until you're married? I'm sorry but that's crazy. How can you know for sure that you love this person and want to spend the rest of your life with them if you can't even really get to know them? How can you know that this person is The One if you don't get to feel that fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach, that pleasant lightheaded feeling, that delightful feeling of drunkenness when their lips touch yours? What if you marry this person and never get that feeling? It just doesn't seem fair to me.

And the no pants rule? Look, girls wear pants. We live in the 21st century, 'kay? I'm gonna cut a little slack here considering I like skirts more than pants but I'm going to guess it's for an entirely different reason. Mine is much less shitty. Another thing about the girls; is it really fair that the older girls are being forced to cook, clean and look after the kids? I rarely see the parents actually doing any parenting, it's always the oldest girls. It's not even the oldest boys. Just the girls. What the fuck is that about? Are we living in ''Little House on the Prairie'' times? It's like the mother spurts out the brats and then it's kids raising kids. That is not healthy.

You know, I am just waiting for the moment one of these kids rebels. I actually have hope for some of them. Because, let's face it, with all of those kids, one of them is bound to fall off the bandwagon. And when they do I will cheer.

The Duggars are fucked up beings. They're not righteous, they're scary. They're brainwashing, they're spooky. They act like this family with great moral standards and all that shit but you know what? There is something about this family that scares me. Really and truly frightens me. There's something about this family that is dark and twisted, there is more than meets the eye, there is something terrifying lurking beneath the surface. Why are some of these kids so timid? Why did one of the oldest daughter's cringe when daddy dear wrapped an arm around her?

Let's face it.

Nobody is that good.

We're all just animals.

Again; the Duggars are not great people. They're not saints.

They're fucked as hell.

And one of these days one of those kids is going to wake up and realize there is more to life than controlling fathers and mothers who have been ridden more than carnival rides. One of these days, a Duggar will wake up and realize they can breakaway from their fucked life.

I can't wait for that day.

(*my Ruby icon is definitely appropriate right now*)

Breathe Me by Sia
and
Never Say Never by The Fray

They're both just so haunting.

Well, it was second grade, his name was Corey Miller and we hated each other. Like, really HATED each other. My grandmother commented that we acted like an old married couple. I don't know why I liked him but I did. And then he moved away and transferred to a different school. Sigh.

Oh, Corey.

Do you remember what we had?

Dude, look at the icon. Who do you think? Dean and Ruby all the way! *sighs* Jensen and Katie had so much chemistry.

Well, I have one. And hey, bonus points, it's real. My mom's friend lost her boyfriend awhile ago in a car crash. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt and he crashed into another car, crashed through the window and then his truck landed on top of him. And since this town isn't that big and it's nestled in the middle of nowhere, to get to her home, she still has to drive past the place where he lost his life. Now, apparently, he liked counry music and she didn't. They often fought over the radio. And now whenever she approaches that place, the radio station switches to his favourite country station.

Spooky, huh?

I think their ''love story'' sucks ass. Like High School Musical and crap like that.