When the liquor store's closed, hit the gas station.
Here you will find a lot of Supernatural, Misha Collins, Teen Wolf, some Doctor Who, Harry Potter, MCR, Panic!, and a smattering of other stuff like comic books, and random music sharing.
I ship Destiel like my life depends on it, and am Team Sub!Cas. (I also have love affairs with Sabriel, Sassy, Sterek, J2M, Cockles, Mishalecki, J2M and their wives in any poly/open combination, and, minorly, a lot of weird things like Jo/Castiel that no one writes).
I'm 28, I'm male, I'm definitively not straight. If you follow me long enough (ie, like, a week), you'll learn my name, and will be able to figure out where I'm from. You could also accomplish that by replying or askboxing non-anon.
I'm sometimes a tad offensive, I get really, really excited over things I like, and I live in my own little world. I smoke, drink, and larp, and those aren't my only vices. I don't care about follow backs, so if you follow me, I will check you out, but won't necessarily follow, and if I follow you, I don't expect you to do the same.
/slipshod abouting
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This is part one of me coping with “Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe”.
There’s a longer version but nyeeeeh I’m drunk
in the longer version they make out dont they mandy
dont they
oops you found me out…
In Dean’s opinion, the bunker is the perfect place for Cas to learn how to be human. It’s away from prying eyes that would narrow, confused, if Cas tried any to learn human stuff in the real world. It’s away from danger; not only monsters, but the kind of human monster Dean knows all too well, that would take advantage of Cas’ fresh new humanhood and— well, Dean’s just glad they’re not on the road anymore.
When Dean expresses this to Sam, Sam scowls and says, “Don’t baby him, Dean.”
“Me? Baby who?”
“Just don’t smother him, okay?”
Dean stares after Sam’s retreating back. “What does that even mean? Are you saying I smother you? Get back here!”
Despite Sam’s assertions otherwise, Cas does need a lot of supervision in the early days. He’s watched humans for millennia, and the little time he had on earth has given him knowledge of some skills, but applying that knowledge has been the difficult part. Dean can’t count the number of times he’s walked into the kitchen to find Cas giving him sad-eyes over burnt eggs or ruined coffee, so he’s pretty much made it his mission to make sure Cas knows how to do all this stuff.
The weather thinks it can happen to my weekend.
It is wrong.
Straight as his rainbow slinky.
- # i need a fic where sam can't sleep so he goes to get a snack in the middle ofthe night
- # and dean's just dropping the slinky down the stairs
- # i'd write this myself but i already started thinking about it and i immediately made it sad
- # because dean's sitting there all forlorn and drunk and angry because cas is gone again
- # this is why i don't get to have nice things
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Anonymous asked you: I know this was a while ago, but if you do Destiel/Now Or Never Kiss, I will love you forever and ever… (not that I don’t already)
(for the TVTropes meme)
A year ago, having Castiel with him in this situation would be awesome. Right now, it’s just harrowing.
The gates of hell are so far from closed it’s an embarrassment. They’re on the march, demons, thousands of them, like something out of a Lord of the Rings movie, all borrowed bodies and black smoke. Dean’s drawn all the devil’s traps his wrist will let him draw, has piled the salt in multiple rings around the bunker where he’s hiding. But demons in numbers like these can force winds to blow, dispelling salt circles, and they can force the earth to crack, breaking the painted circles that are supposed to hold them back. And slowly they’re closing in on Dean and Castiel, as Sam desperately works a spell in the background, trying to protect this house from the incursion and force the demons back. But Cas is no angel, not anymore, and if it comes to hand-to-hand combat he’ll likely be hapless. He still can’t get used to a sneze; sparring is far beyond his capabilities. And Dean, well, he’s Dean, but that don’t mean much to a thousand demons.
In a word, they’re screwed.
Oh yay. I have to create a webpage that consists of over six pages worth of citations. Which I have to code manually.
Sometimes I get tricked into giving a hit to a fic I really REALLY DO NOT WANT TO because the author was not clear in the tags/summary, but in the “notes.”
Sorry, sugarbutt. But you fucking warn for shit. Seriously. I just. Seriously. Put it in the damn tags or in the damn summary. Don’t put it in the notes, you fucking cumguzzling enema-break. Believe me, it looks SO MUCH WORSE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR KUDOS TO HITS RATIO IS HIDEOUSLY SMALL.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do once Stiles gets too many movie lead gigs to be Stiles anymore…
There are like ten zillion fucking helicopters flying over my building right now. Wtf is happening north of the park that warrants this intensely obnoxious air traffic?!
