I'm sick of people bitching about how 2011 is gonna be so much better than 2010.
If 2010 sucked, 99/100 times it’s your fucking fault. You make things happen. Not the number of the year. If you made stupid decisions that led to bad repricussions, it’s your fault. Stop bitching about how bad the year was. You can choose to look at the positive or the negative, so stop looking at all the negative. And stop assuming something is going to magically get better once it hits midnight. You want things to be better, make a change. Don’t just expect it to fucking happen because the numbe of the year changed. People are dumb.
Rating: PG-13 / NC-17 Genre and/or Pairing: AU Dean/Castiel in which they are dancers Word Count: 6,681 Summary: After the car crash that nearly left him crippled, Dean needs more than a dance class to help him strengthen up his legs again. Thankfully, the best in the class is willing to spend some one on one time with him. Author’s Note: Someone on Tumblr requested this, and I had some crazy ideas I couldn’t quiet, so I began writing it. I’ve never been in ballet myself, but I was in colorguard/winterguard for quite some time and I pulled my knowledge from that to help me. This is my absolute first piece of fanfiction ever, and I’d really appreciate comments/feedback.
I hate when people call Rian “brin.” It’s disrespectful. It would be one thing if it was funny, but its not. Like let me just rename the whole band real quick. no. that is a dumb idea and you’re all fucked up in the head if you think its funny.