thanks to husband, I now have not only a Winchester mug for my writing cocoa, a Winchester notebook for my writing notes, but also a Winchester uniform for my writing hours (yellow is my happy color)

ah, thank you, dear clumsy fingers, for the typo "Leaves a coppery taste in his mouth, like penises"

a friend told me they saw a tag on AO3 "character study disguised as porn" and thought of me, and yes. yes, that's me.

❤️blink and you’ll miss me💙 ~14k, season 10 #wincest, time travel, explicit, getting together for Time Travel Bang 2025 with art by Mörökölli archiveofourown.org/works/713151...

#wincest His past life flashes before his eyes, like he’s checking out of it all over again, a kind of death that follows him, reiterating itself in his head on a weekly basis. Monsters, weapons, Dad— Dean. The final image is always Dean. It’s also the one that lingers the longest.

aged like fine wine, saying this as a Ukrainian

writing a scene that combines smut, angst, and humor because this is the wincest way.

I wrote 15k of unadulterated Sam’s grief in an attempt to process my feelings about the finale and calm the fuck down, and I’m still crying about the finale into my morning coffee, what the fuck

all you need to know about my current wincest WIPs is that I stopped writing them to the Supernatural Soundtrack playlist and started writing them to the Bittersweet Cello playlist.

randomly thinking about Dean “Must Touch My Brother One Last Time” Winchester and bursting into tears during family breakfast is normal wincestie behavior, prove me wrong

❤️Sammy Says💙 ~6k, season 4 #wincest, post-It’s a Terrible Life, explicit, getting together, mind control, size kink, body worship, masturbating together for #Cestember 2025 by @macrocest.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/71115901

spent two hours figuring out a title for a wincest WIP, went through song lyrics, gay poetry, original options, and finally settled on a Bible quote. who doesn't like a little blasphemy in their sibling incest.

learned recently that parental overpraising is an actual issue and not just me being a spoiled ungrateful little shit, which explained so fucking much, from my non-existent self-esteem to difficulties with processing genuine praise (or perceived lack of it).

excited to post my post-It's a Terrible Life fic with mind control!Sam tomorrow. finally wrote something Swesson-related, does this mean I'm a real wincest writer now?

the way Dean just GRABS Sam, how TIGHT he holds him, don't even dare telling me this man can love someone else

rewatching s1 episodes for fic research and jesus, the boys are so young and sweet and hopeful, I just want to squish them and drag them out of this cursed show 🥺

rewatched Skin and this is literally their "I love you." — "I know."

I may have accidentally come up with a wincest idea to combine a prompt from each day in one fic, but I'm busy with other events, but I want to write it so much, but----

rewatching s15 and I absolutely love that the very next shot after newly resurrected Eileen hugs Sam is... this.

everything I read lately makes me feel bad about everything I’ve ever written and I don’t know how to push through it. I want to get lost in reading again but I can barely go two pages without feeling like a writing failure. it was never this bad and I don’t know what’s changed.

will I ever get over this? no, I will never get over this.

incredibly grateful to every single person who trusts me this much 🙇🙏💛

❤️No Regrets💙 ~9k, season 15/season 1 #wincest, explicit, time travel (or is it?), getting together, sex in the Impala, Pilot appreciation Happy 20th anniversary everyone! archiveofourown.org/works/70776836

it looks like I'm getting my anniversary wincest fic done in time for the actual anniversary, yay 🥳

#wincest “We got till midnight,” Sam says, as he puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder and pushes him back onto the bed. “Get some sleep.” “I’m fine,” Dean grouses, but Sam keeps pushing him down. “Don’t need much sleep anyway.” “At your age, you do,” Sam says, deadpan. Well, this is unacceptable.

my mother approved the “fever dream at three am” wincest outline I accidentally came up with for an October event (prompts: abyssal monster, lullaby, shopping mall), so now I have to write it, I guess. why do I keep doing this to myself.

my alpha reader notes that I keep writing sex as a religious experience, and I do, mostly because to me, both lie in the same mystic perfect realm of human experience that I long for but don’t understand. now I'm worried that it's getting boring, though.

re-reading a draft where one of the signs that the world has been fixed is “there are no explosions outside” while listening to explosions outside 🙃🙃🙃

my main worry about my writing is that I’m kinda all style, no substance. like yeah, okay, I can put together some pretty lines, but I feel like they don’t tell a good story, don’t tell any story, and I'm too dumb to fix it because I don't know what a good story is. *sad noises*

#wincest Dean looks around as he drives in search of the nearest motel, while Sam’s eyes burn ugly holes in the side of his head. He finds one with a working sign and pulls into the half-empty parking lot. “You can’t be serious,” Sam says, drops it into Dean’s lap, hot and black as coal.

wrote a vent thread, deleted it. have no one to talk to since my therapist retired in May and starting to feel it. what do you do when you know why something is an issue but can't do anything about it, so you just sit and stare at the wall sadly?

❤️when lips and skin remember 💙 ~9k, season 7 #wincest, hallucinations, unreliable narrator, explicit, first time in a long time, porn with horror archiveofourown.org/works/70080526

realized that one of the reasons I post fics months after I finish them might be because by that time, I'm not as excited about them anymore, so I don't get *too* upset when they flop.

we had a terrible mass attack last night (almost 20 dead, dozens injured so far), and now I got some bad news I can’t do anything about. any and all nice words/pics/gifs/anything will be greatly appreciated.

#spn #supernatural Lucifer turns his head to the side and winks at Sam, the other eye glowing red. The cabin glitches around Sam, bursting out in cyberpunk colors of a faulty computer screen. It lasts less than a second, but it’s enough for Sam to fall back on his heels, hands tearing at his hair.

with 400k words of wincest posted and 140k more written, I still feel like such a newbie writer in the fandom, fumbling in the dark with only vague outlines of the boys flickering in the distance for me to chase after, forever terrified that I can't see them clearly enough.

it's seven pm and I've already cried about the finale three times today. I hate this fucking show.

did SPN writers write this

I don't have a sentence for ficwip's word game today, so have another snippet from s3 finale #wincest farewell fucking with the boys in the shower (not fucking (at the moment)).

I love this moment so much. so soft and tender, Dean creating this bubble of quiet, domestic love, just for the two of them, to escape the horror of the new apocalypse if only for a minute.

me and all the plotbunnies for fics i havent finished/started

where I am mentally: my meditation app sent a notification saying “Each moment adds to your mastery,” but every time I see it, I read “misery” instead of “mastery”

today is one year since I finished watching SPN, and I already cried about the finale this morning. this show ruined me. it destroyed my soul. it gave my life a new meaning. it gave me a new community. I hate it. I love it. I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful for all of you. ❤️💙

currently posting Sam's post-barn grief that I finished in April and just finished writing a s3 finale AU farewell fucking, which my alpha reader described as "very high concentration of porn and all of it fucking hurts." I need fun wincest ideas. I can't handle all this pain.

reached s15 on my rewatch and I'm sorry, I can't stop laughing, peak romance, 10 fully reciprocated feelings out of 10

I’ve had a terrible mental health month, and I feel that my writing has suffered greatly, definitely in terms of quantity, but in terms of quality, too. my vacation is scheduled for October, but I might have to take a break right now, and I hate it.

#wincest Dean’s lodged in his chest, like a bullet, and Sam carries him in his heart, bleeding, non-operable. It’d be so much easier if he meant what he said when he was rash and hurt and vindictive, if he really could extricate Dean from himself, walk away and never turn back.

told mother that the sensible thing for me to do would be to quit fic writing and focus on my career or smth, and she told me that I should keep writing because it’s obviously important to me. I think we’re doing this parental pressure thing wrong.

happy 100 wincest fics in planning to me (send help)