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And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land


WAFFathon 2012 Official Thread



Welcome, everyone, to the fourth official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!

This year I'm upping the ante by putting my money where my WAFF is... see more behind the cut!


How to Play:



1)  Comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:



1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to [livejournal.com profile] stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!



A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

 
4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

CLICK!
The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site


DONATE!
ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * America's Second Harvest * Humane Society International * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Oxfam * Amnesty International

THIS YEAR I WILL BE DONATING $1 FOR EVERY COMMENT THE WAFF-A-THON RECEIVES, BE IT A PROMPT, A FILL, OR FEEDBACK, UP TO A $500 MAXIMUM!

I will split the money evenly among Random Acts, the ASPCA, and the Red Cross. Make me too poor to attend DragonCon this year :) (Please note that your comment has to be a genuinely happifying comment in order to count toward the total!)

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!

THANKS TO...



...[livejournal.com profile] perdiccas   and [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

... [livejournal.com profile] triedunture, [livejournal.com profile] hils, [livejournal.com profile] wickedvirtue, [livejournal.com profile] sinnerforhire, [livejournal.com profile] ibonekoen, [livejournal.com profile] kijikun, [livejournal.com profile] peppervl, [livejournal.com profile] peroxidepest17, [livejournal.com profile] takadainmate, [livejournal.com profile] heard_the_owl, [livejournal.com profile] darth_firefly, [livejournal.com profile] melalucci, [livejournal.com profile] mithrel, [livejournal.com profile] jaune_chat, [livejournal.com profile] noshinori, [livejournal.com profile] bballgirl3022, [livejournal.com profile] gwendolynd, [livejournal.com profile] wolfrider89, [livejournal.com profile] ratherastory, [livejournal.com profile] princess_aleera, [livejournal.com profile] nicole_sill, and [livejournal.com profile] aerilex for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

Fandom; Supernatural

Date: 2012-03-11 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darth-firefly.livejournal.com
Every year on his birthday, Dean's put the same set of plastic balloons on whatever form of birthday cake he has. He's gotten pretty sick of the stupid balloons by now until he finds out where his brother found them -

- where did Dean find them? And why does he insist on those silly balloons after all these years?

So it's not super waffy - unless you can make it waffy.

Wincest is fine, if the adopter of this plot bunny is so inclined.

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, kidfic

Date: 2012-03-11 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bballgirl3022.livejournal.com
Dean/Castiel, kidfic in any shape or form. Just Dean and Cas being adorable with their children

Fandom: Sherlock, Sherlock+John

Date: 2012-03-11 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triedunture.livejournal.com
Domestic!fic with the boys being especially sweet (in their own way) to Mrs Hudson.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-03-11 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angel-kink.livejournal.com
A newly human Castiel has his first nightmare. Dean luls him back to sleep. :3

Supernatural, Dean/Cas

Date: 2012-03-11 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] triedunture.livejournal.com
Dean doesn't think his soul is anything to write home about, so Cas tries to describe it to him.
Edited Date: 2012-03-11 05:08 am (UTC)

Fandom: Glee/White Collar

Date: 2012-03-11 05:22 am (UTC)
ibonekoen: (Blaine dapper bow tie)
From: [personal profile] ibonekoen
Neal hasn't seen his baby brother Blaine since Blaine was seven. Now they've been reunited and there's one thing Neal's missed more than anything -- his little brother's hugs.

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, kidfic

Date: 2012-03-11 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrel.livejournal.com
Dean tries yet again to get Mary to stop crying. Stupid colic. He’s tried everything–walking up and down the stairs, running the vacuum and washing machine (he needed to clean anyway), singing to her–nothing works.

And her crying is putting Bobby on edge, which puts him further on edge. “Daddy!” he whines. “Make it stop!”

If only it was that easy. He wishes Cas were here, since he’s always able to calm the kids down, but he’s at work, and how Dean was the one to become Mr. Mom he doesn’t know.

So he takes Bobby into the living room, puts on Thomas the Tank Engine and goes back to trying to get Mary quiet. She’s gotta be exhausted by now; she missed her nap in the afternoon.

Mary whimpers at him, and he rubs her back. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

A half hour later Cas gets back and raises an eyebrow at the vacuum in the middle of the hall, the music from the kitchen radio, the sound of the TV coming from the living room and Dean standing in the middle of it all trying to soothe his crying daughter.

He doesn’t say anything, just takes Mary from Dean and whispers to her, and, wonder of wonders, the crying stops. Dean feels his blood pressure go down about five points. Cas goes to Mary’s room and returns a moment later empty-handed, turns off the radio, puts the vacuum away and only then turns to Dean.

“Rough day?”

“You have no idea!”

Cas smiles slightly and kisses him. “I’ll take care of dinner. Something tells me Mary’s not the only one to need a nap.”

Marveling again at the fact that he’d somehow ended up with this despite everything, he smiles back at Cas. “Have I mentioned how awesome you are?”

Cas only chuckles. “Not today.”

Doctor Who (Eleven): Gen or Amy/Rory

Date: 2012-03-11 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
While on an adventure, Rory finds some abandoned kittens and sneaks them back onto the TARDIS. Hijinks ensue.

Gen is fine as is Amy/Rory and Eleven/River.

CWRPS: J2

Date: 2012-03-11 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
After a long day (week) on set, Jensen ends up with a killer headache (migraine or not, up to the writer). Jared takes care of him.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-03-11 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrel.livejournal.com
Suits, Mike/Harvey. Mike wants a pet. Harvey says no, absolutely not, not in his apartment and how would they take care of it anyway, they work 80 hour weeks. Mike doesn't listen.

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, kidfic

Date: 2012-03-11 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bballgirl3022.livejournal.com
I love you sooooo much right now! This was freaking adorable! Cas the child-whisperer and Mr. Mom Dean *melts into a happy puddle*

Supernatural - Sam and Dean gen

Date: 2012-03-11 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cherie-morte.livejournal.com
DEAN TEACHES SAM HOW TO RIDE A BIKE.

And probably laughs at Sam when he falls and scratches himself. But still, good times are had by all.

Supernatural - Sam/Dean or Sam and Dean gen

Date: 2012-03-11 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cherie-morte.livejournal.com
Future curtain fic in which one of them has a DOGGIE and it causes all kinds of SHENANIGANS in their house which they own and which has CURTAINS (be they literal or metaphorical).
From: [identity profile] cherie-morte.livejournal.com
Jared does something stupid. Bakes this cupcake (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lza8m3wY7N1r5wwzeo1_400.jpg) to make up for it. It works.

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Cas PART 1

Date: 2012-03-11 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angel-kink.livejournal.com
Dean jerked awake from another Hell related nightmare gasping for air and clutching at his chest. The dreams were coming less frequent now, but they were still jarring and physically painful. He’d wake up in a sweat with his heart pounding and his breath ragged like he’d just run a marathon. It would take a moment for the dream itself to flood back to it and when it did it took all of Dean’s willpower to stop himself from throwing up. This time was no different. The dream, well, a memory, really, of the first time he picked up the knife…

“Dean.” The hunter jumped at the sound of Cas’ voice.

Christ!” he shouted as he clutched onto his chest. His heart rate was even higher than it was after waking up from the nightmare and he was sure it was going to just explode at some point in the near future. He took a moment to compose himself trying his best to will his breathing back to a normal rhythm. He looked around the room to try and figure out what time it was. No Sam. Sunlight in the windows. No sound in the bathroom. He must be getting breakfast or coffee or something or maybe Dean had slept in way too late or…

“He’s at the diner down the road. It’s nearly 9:00am.”

“What’d I tell you about poking around in my head, Cas?” When Dean felt that his heart rate was down at a somewhat normal rate he shifted so that his back was against the headboard. There was no way he was going to get back to sleep now so he might as well make himself comfortable.

“How else am I to understand you if you won’t verbalize your concerns to me?”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. “Don’t know why you want to understand me so bad anyway...”

“You’re my charge,” Castiel said as if it explained everything.

“I’m your assignment,” Dean snapped.

“You’re more than that, Dean,” Cas said as he tilted his head, obviously confused by Dean’s reaction. “Why do you think so little of yourself?”

Dean just shook his head. Cas was insistent. He had to give him that. Sometimes it really seemed like Cas cared. He asked questions, showed concern, just generally seemed interested in all things Dean Winchester. But he had to remember that he was just an assignment. He was the ‘righteous man’- whatever the fuck that meant- whose damaged and battered soul was pulled from the pit. It couldn’t have been a job that anyone would have volunteered for. Who’d want to touch a soul so damaged-

“Dean...” Castiel had somehow scooted closer to him on the edge of the bed. Dean had been so lost in his own thought he hadn’t really noticed. “Your soul isn’t damaged.”

“Dammit, Cas. Stop it with the mind reading.”

Before Dean could say another word Cas’ hand was on his chest. The touch was light, fingers just barely pressing against the fabric of his shirt, but the intensity in his eyes as he looked at where his fingers were touching was overpowering. Once again Dean’s heart rate spiked, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. He wasn’t sure what Castiel was doing, but he trusted him. Even stranger, he found himself enjoying the closeness. He wasn’t quite sure why, though.

“I can see it…”

“What… see what?”

“Your soul.” Castiel spread his fingers across Dean’s chest slightly. “It’s bright. It’s intensity is almost blinding. Holding your soul within my grace was the most profound experience in my entire existence…” When Castiel met Dean’s eyes he pulled his hand back slightly and looked slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry… forgive me…”

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Cas PART 2

Date: 2012-03-11 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angel-kink.livejournal.com
“No,” Dean said as he grabbed Castiel’s hand before he could pull it away. “It’s ok…” Dean coughed nervously, hoping to remove any sentimentality from his voice. He knew his voice had been nearly quivering before, but sentimentality wasn’t his strong suit. “I mean, getting resurrected from the dead was a pretty fucking profound experience to me too I just… I can’t understand…”

Dean couldn’t verbalize what he wanted to say so he just let the feeling of worthlessness wash over him. Cas seemed keen on poking around in his head. I’m worthless. I’m damaged. I've tortured. I’m horrible. I’m no better than a demon. I…

Cas pushed his palm more firmly against Dean’s chest, using the apparent invitation to his advantage to get close to soul he so strongly appreciated. He caressed Dean gently through the thin fabric of his T-shirt.

“Your soul is the most beautiful energy I’ve ever seen. As we stormed Hell I saw it shining brightly through the smoke and fire and I wanted to be close to you. You were not assigned to me. I saw you and… and I wanted to protect you. I wanted to take you and hold you and love you. I…” Castiel paused for a moment as if trying to find the right words.

Suddenly Cas had bent over and resting his head against Dean’s chest. Dean wasn’t sure what to do, but his instincts told him to wrap his arms around him and hold him close. When his hands found a comfortable resting spot on Cas’ back he was surprised at how natural it felt. It seemed like Castiel belonged there snug against his chest… close to his soul… His felt warm. He felt happy. He felt…

“Cas…”

“I don’t know how you can think so little of something I hold so dear.”

Dean was overwhelmed and once again at a loss for words. He kissed the top of his head and held him firmly, feeling that it was the only thing he could do to express himself. Whatever strange bond had formed when grace and soul met, it seemed to comfort them both when the two were brought near one another. Dean couldn’t remember his encounter with Castiel before he’d been resurrected. He wished he could. If it felt anything like this…

“It felt better,” Castiel said. For once Dean didn’t mind Cas poking around in his head. It was almost easier this way. “Someday I’ll hold your soul again. But not now.”

Castiel gently kissed Dean’s chest and sat up straight again. When their eyes met again Dean couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss against Cas’ lips. He didn’t care if this was some huge taboo. He didn’t care if Cas was an angel in a dude’s body or any of that crap. He just wanted that closeness again. Cas’ hand was bunched up in the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer and Dean just let it happen because it was right. It was perfect. It was how it was supposed to be.

When they pulled out of the kiss they just looked at each other. Dean still wasn’t sure his soul was worth a damn, but he knew what it meant to Castiel at least. Whatever this feeling was, it was wonderful and Dean wanted more of it. And somehow he felt certain that there would be more. Whatever this was, Castiel wanted it too. That much was obvious. And for that, Dean was extremely grateful.

Edit: I've now crossposted this to my own journal over here. (http://angel-kink.livejournal.com/145104.html)
Edited Date: 2012-03-11 06:34 am (UTC)

Suits, Harvey/Mike

Date: 2012-03-11 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bballgirl3022.livejournal.com
Anything where Harvey and Mike are being adorably domestic and/or couple-y

(no subject)

Date: 2012-03-11 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yourgracewasted.livejournal.com
Dean had essentially taught the angel how to sleep. Castiel had been tired but it only took the spanse of two minutes of Dean having to watch him lay there rigidly in the bed before he told him to get comfortable, move around. It was no secret that Cas had watched the hunter sleep before, so he began mimicking Dean's mannerisms in sleep. They shared a bed often, Sam claiming he was just too damn big for it. So when the odd foot in his knee turned into and arm over his shoulders or a leg over his thighs Dean didn't complain. And when it turned into nightly spooning, with Cas' nose resting in Dean's hairline he didn't push him off, because really when was the last time Dean had been touched affectionately?

It was such a night that Dean was laying awake, listening to Cas' gentle breathing right in his ear when the nightmare came. The former angel's entire body clenched, tightening his grip on the hunter to the point where Dean gasped for air. He tried to break free but Cas had him in a vice. He twisted around as Castiel began shuddering against him. The sleeping man had sweat in his hair line and his face was scrunched together as if in pain.

"Hey, hey," Dean whispered, assuming Sammy was still in the bed opposite. Castiel's eyes were leaking large tears and Dean wiped them away with a thumb as he tried to wake him gently. "Cas, come on man, you're dreaming."

Cas' eyes jolted open, a look of shock and fear on his face, lips parted slightly. He fisted the hunter's t-shirt a few times before relaxing enough that Dean could move. Dean sighed as he righted himself and leaned against the headboard, noting Sam isn't in his bed. "Bad dream?"

Cas nodded quickly before running a hand over his face. He looked at his fingers like he'd never seen sweat or tears before and it occurred to Dean that he had probably never seen his own. "I've never had one before."

Dean gives a sympathetic face. "I've had some pretty bad ones in my time."

"I know," Cas looks up to him. "I used to prevent or stop them when I could."

Dean mulls over the new information with a frown."I didn't know that."

"What do people do, when they can't stop them from happening?" Cas looks genuinely worried and Dean wants desperately to fix it for him. He slides his arm under Cas' shoulders and tugs him to him so he's mostly laying on his chest. Without really thinking about it, he presses a kiss into Cas' forehead.

"They do this, Cas."

Leverage: Parker/Hardison

Date: 2012-03-11 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
As part of a con, the Leverage team ends up with a puppy. Parker bonds with it and asks Hardison if they can keep it when the con is over.

Re: Doctor Who (Eleven): Gen or Amy/Rory

Date: 2012-03-11 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrel.livejournal.com
He doesn’t plan on it. It’s just another day running from Unfriendly AliensTM But somehow he gets separated from Amy and the Doctor and winds up in an alley. He hears a small noise coming from under the alien skip and goes to investigate.

And, okay, he officially hates this planet. Behind the trash there’s a bag, and it’s moving, high-pitched noises coming from it.

He cautiously opens the bag (because, alien planet, you never know) and yeah, they’re kittens. Or almost-kittens. Their ears are round, and no kittens he’s seen have eyes that vivid of a green, but close enough.

Their ears are open, but their eyes aren’t. He knows they’ll have no chance here, and the aliens seem to have lost him, so he carefully picks up the bag and heads back to the TARDIS.

He’s able to keep the fact that he brought stowaways aboard a secret for awhile. He beds them down in his closet and feeds them, glad that they seem to be able to tolerate milk.

Even when they get slightly older and start tottering around his room, it’s not a problem. He just makes sure to keep the door closed.

But at one point Amy tries to come in, and when he shoos her away he leaves the door cracked open by mistake.

The three of them are in the console room talking, when there’s a small “meep.”

Rory winces, hoping he’s the only one who heard it, but…

“Hello,” the Doctor says, picking up the kitten that’s sniffing his ankle. “Where’d you come from?”

Rory contrives to look innocent.

“What is it, Doctor?” Amy asks, coming over for a closer look.

“It’s an oreytu. Looks like it’s only a few weeks old, I can’t think–” He cuts off and looks at Rory, who gives him his best who, me? look.

“We were on Oreius not too long ago.”

“Were we? So many planets, they all start to blur together.”

“Rory,” the Doctor says sternly. “Where did you find it?”

So he tells them. Amy seems more amused by it than anything. The Doctor gives him a lecture about alien germs and lack of antibodies (which Rory finds a bit rich, considering that, A. he’s a nurse, he knows how diseases spread, and B. the Doctor had taken them to God-knows-how-many planets without worrying about it) then subsides.

He does wash his hands of the whole matter, leaving it to Amy and Rory to take care of them, and threatening “One bit of trouble and it’s right back to Oreius with them.”

This causes some problems. Rory manages to get the one who first went exploring out of the innards of the TARDIS console before the Doctor notices. Amy has to jury-rig barriers to keep them from getting hopelessly lost, since they can move faster than you think and hide anywhere (as proven by the previous incident.) They’re always underfoot, always demanding attention and generally making a nuisance of themselves.

It comes to a head when the Doctor comes out, swinging the leader of the three oreytus (oreytu?) by the scruff of the neck.

“RORY!”

Amy pokes her head out of a corridor, as he tries to turn invisible.

“What happened, Doctor?”

“IT ATE MY CUSTARD!”

Amy smirks. “So?”

“So? So?! How am I supposed to eat my fish fingers without any custard? I warned you, Rory, one bit of trouble–”

“But Doctor–”

“Don’t ‘but Doctor’ me! We’re going back to Oreius as soon as I can program the console!”

The oreytu, still swinging mournfully from his hand, lets out a distressed “meep?” at that.

The Doctor looks from the oreytu to Rory’s crestfallen face to Amy’s disapproving one, and sags.

“All right, fine, we won’t take them back. But keep them away from my custard!”

“Sure thing, Doctor,” Amy says, as Rory rescues his oreytu and runs before the Doctor can change his mind.

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, kidfic

Date: 2012-03-11 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrel.livejournal.com
Hee, glad you liked!

Re: Doctor Who (Eleven): Gen or Amy/Rory

Date: 2012-03-11 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
*squeaks* This is fabulous. ♥♥♥

(no subject)

Date: 2012-03-11 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angel-kink.livejournal.com
LS:FHJSDK:FHSDAJKFDLSFH

I LOVE YOU.

Waffathon is perfect. This is perfect. Fluff for all.

Re: Doctor Who (Eleven): Gen or Amy/Rory

Date: 2012-03-11 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrel.livejournal.com
Hee, glad you liked!

Fandom: Supernatural, Destiel,

Date: 2012-03-11 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yourgracewasted.livejournal.com
Any setting or AU: Castiel is determined to make Dean pie from scratch

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