#Cat. 3036

[nowoolallowed]

Statuette of a dignitary offering a standard with the head of the goddess Hathor - Museo Egizio Collection

Inventory Number: Cat. 3036 New Kingdom, Dynasty 19, 1292–1076 BCE Location Information: Location Unlisted

Description:

The inscription on the standard identifies the goddess as Hathor of Byblos (modern Lebanon). Egyptian deities, and Hathor particularly, are found in local forms associated with specific towns. The goddess, the consort of the sun god and a nurturing mother, is depicted with a human face and cow ears. The wide and rounded face of the dedicator, his chiseled features, the long wavy and crimped wig, as well as the voluminous pleated garment, firmly date the statuette in the Ramesside period.

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Episode 3036 of "Hans bringing random things on his ship"

Anna: ...Hans, what do you have?

Hans: ...well. That's pretty self-explainatory, I think.

Anna: <deep inhale>

Anna: ...boi.

Hans: I know.

Anna: I know you like bringing random critters on your deck. A cat is normal. A parrot is... well, can be considered as such. A monkey... eh, within a pirate norm.

Hans: <quietly> that's an ape.

Anna: I can even understand a lion, a camel and a donkey, but seriously, where did you find a baby?!

Elsa: And why did you bring it there?!

Kristoff: And where are its parents?!

Olaf: Oooh, is it a boy or a girl?! Does it like warm hugs?! What is his or hers name?!

Baby: <looking at Sven> ...ooooo :O

[cosmicbucky]

with charcoal hands and spoken dreams, we escaped together

part two, a summary: unable to keep your thoughts on anything but each other, the two of you find yourselves cracking open the door to the world of getting to know one another pairings: bucky barnes x female reader word count: 3036

warnings: minor swearing, awkward yet adorable flirting (that's not really flirting), first date but it's not actually a date, fluff, two already smitten idiots

part: two/?

⇠ part one

《《《《 ♡ 》》》》

The sun filtered through the window, your curtains billowing in the breeze. The familiar sounds of shouting and car horns honking pulled you from your sleep, and you stretched with a loud groan. You stared at the ceiling, hating the fact that the first thing to cross your mind were pastel sapphires accentuated by long dark hair, and pearly whites framed by pretty pink lips. You scolded yourself, quickly throwing the blankets off and standing up, feeling weird and guilty for thinking about a complete stranger in such a way. 

You got ready for the day in your comfiest clothes, making yourself your favourite morning drink and enjoying your go-to breakfast, taking the time to wake up and enjoy the morning before bringing your drink to your desk, sitting down at your computer for another day of work. 

You let your mind wander as you wrote, but the problem with that was this time it always went to the same place - the smell of old pages, the aroma of soil, gorgeous white cats, browns and greens and golds and oh, such pretty blues. This carried on for a few hours, and you barely got half the amount of work done that you usually do, not able to stick to the task at hand as you let yourself enjoy your daydreams a little too much, and for a little too long.

You felt like you were going insane, and you made the perfectly reasonable decision to go back and see the man again - you needed to thank him for letting you take refuge there, anyway. The problem, though, was that you had no idea if he was there again or not - you remember him implying that he owns the place, but did that mean he was always there? You had no idea, but being the completely sane and normal person you are, you searched up the store and decided to call, seeing if maybe he would answer. 

The line rang out, and you felt yourself regretting the decision almost immediately. By the time you realized you had no idea what you would even say, and that it would be a good idea to just hang up, a voice was heard. 

"This is James from The Planted Pages, how can I help you?" 

Silk and whiskey, rough and tender. James. 

You knew it was him immediately, and yes, you hated that you did, but how could anyone forget a voice like that? Your heart hammered in your chest and your brain lost track of all the vocabulary you used to know - you panicked. 

"Oh. Hi, uh - James," you forced yourself to say, silently loving the feeling of his name rolling off your tongue. "I'm so sorry, I- I called the wrong number. Have a nice day!" you finished lamely, quickly hanging up and groaning, holding your head in your hands. You stayed there for a few moments, collecting yourself and calming your nerves before getting up to execute your plan. 

Though you had no way to know, James was standing behind the counter of his shop, the phone still against his ear. 

He had been driving himself crazy all morning. He hoped to catch a glimpse of you in all the passersby whenever he looked out the window. Every time the door opened, he hoped it was you he saw standing there when he looked up to greet whoever it was. 

He shook the thoughts away when they would surface - he needed to accept that he didn't know you. That you were a stranger, a one time reprieve from his mundane life. He had no right to let you cross his mind so often; though you did. You crossed his mind so much he was starting to piss himself off, and he couldn't have been more thankful when the phone rang, giving him a distraction. 

He happily made his way to the counter, glancing down at the caller ID (he had no way to know it was your name staring back at him) before quickly answering with his standard greeting of "This is James from The Planted Pages, how can I help you?”

"Oh. Hi, uh - James," you had replied, causing him to stand up straighter, feeling a sense of recognition when he heard your voice. No, it couldn't be. "I'm so sorry, I- I called the wrong number. Have a nice day!"

Oh, but it was. The softness, the shyness, the underlying awkwardness. It had to be you. 

He smiled to himself, chuckling softly as he hung up the phone. He felt satisfied, in a strange way. Hearing your voice again let him know he didn't just imagine you, that it wasn't some vivid and twisted dream he had last night - after all, it wouldn't have been the first time he fell asleep in the shop after closing, waking up to Alpine purring and meowing in his ear. 

He let his mind wander once more with fleeting thoughts of you and why you called - if it really was you - as he returned to his work; re-alphabetizing books, tending to the plants, dusting the shelves, and his most important task of the day - playing with Alpine. He was too caught up in dangling the toy high above her to hear the door open, too amused to notice the approaching footsteps. 

"Um, hi," a soft voice cut through the air, causing him to whip his head up, tucking his hair behind his ear as he came face to face with - you. 

"Hi," he replied softly, a grin forming on his lips as drank you in. He didn't understand why he felt so relieved to see you. Maybe it was because this meant he wasn't crazy, and this was further proof that you really were real. Maybe it was because the day was slow, and he was happy to see even the most vaguely familiar face. Or, maybe because it was you, and he had been hoping to see you again the second you left his shop. 

You, on the other hand, knew exactly why you were relieved to see him again - you just wouldn't admit it to yourself. He captivated you. He was beautiful, a seemingly perfect mix of open and mysterious, a magnetizing being that pulled you in without warning like a current on a sunny beach. You knew exactly why you wanted to come back today, but the reason would never leave the vault tucked away in your mind - you didn't know him, and you needed to be careful. This you knew, this you told yourself. The only problem was that you never fucking listen.

You stood there before him for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought over your words, before finally breaking the silence. "I just… wanted to thank you again. You know, for last night. I know it wasn’t a crazy big deal, but you were nice, and I-... well, I really appreciate it." 

You gave him a small, lopsided smile as you stood there uncomfortably, realizing it may have been a dumb idea to come back here. 

"You really didn't need to do this, you know," he told you gently, a smile still on his lips. “Come back here, I mean. Just for that.”

"No, I know. I just… wanted to," you replied with a shy smile, shrugging your shoulders a little. 

He chuckled, making music for your ears. "Well, again, you’re welcome. It was a nice change of pace compared to how I usually close up shop."

A laugh slipped past your lips, and he perked up at the sound, taking an unintentional step forward as though he was literally being pulled in by you. 

"Well.. glad I could provide that, then," you told him, an amused smile dancing on your lips.

He smiled at you, a question lingering on his tongue as curiosity danced in his eyes. Though as he opened his mouth to speak, the courage left him and he let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at the cat toy still in his hands - and you noticed for the first time one of them was a prosthetic, the black and gold a stark contrast to the pink flirt pole it held within its grasp. 

“I’m James, by the way,” he said softly, looking back at you with a sheepish smile. 

The words ‘I know’ were so close to tumbling out of your mouth you had to laugh quietly to keep them in, giving him a smile and your name in return. 

His smile grew a little, his eyes lighting up as if the sun was shining down on the sea as he realized it was you that called - the words ‘I know’ dancing around in his mind, too. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” he decided to say instead, though his amusement was not lost on you.

Chuckling nervously, you venture a guess as to why: “You have caller ID, don’t you?”

A hearty laugh escaped him as he nodded, a grin splitting across his face as he spoke a playful “I thought you called the wrong number.”

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, completely mortified. “I’m so sorry, that was my super not subtle way of finding out if you were here or not.” 

Upon seeing the humoured look on his face and the arch of his eyebrow at your words, you widened your eyes and carried on rambling: “No! I just meant - well I wanted to thank you, right? So I had to make sure you were actually here so I could do that, so I called - as you know, and then-”

“Do you like coffee?” he asked unexpectedly, cutting you off. He had to cut you off because you were too freaking adorable in the way you jabbered, your eyes wide and cheeks flushed and he was teetering so close to the edge already that he was afraid he’d topple completely head first if he didn’t stop you. 

“What?” you questioned after a brief pause, realizing what he asked. 

“Do you like coffee?” he repeated, a faint smile on his face as he took in your dazed expression.

“Uh, yeah… yeah, I like coffee,” you told him with a chuckle, both amused and confused.

“Any chance you feel like grabbing one?” he asked, the silent invitation louder than ever.

You smiled with a titter, nodding your head. “Yeah, I do. There’s a really great place just up the street - this can be my thank you.”

He shook his head, entertained by your persistence to show him thanks for something he thought to be a simple act. If anything, he felt as though he should be thanking the universe for bringing you to him. 

“Alright, alright. It’s a deal,” he chortled, finally acceding. 

《《《《 ♡ 》》》》

Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting by the window of your favourite coffee shop, Metal and Moss, sharing comfortable silences and embarrassing tidbits. Neither of you had any clue as to why you felt so comfortable sharing these things with each other, but neither of you wanted to dwell on it. 

"So," he spoke, breaking the momentary lapse in conversation as the two you silently mused over the other, stealing glances when the other looked away. "You said you were a poet?" 

You smiled, shaking your head as you recalled saying this last night. "I said kind of a poet," you corrected playfully. 

"Oh, please forgive me," he joked, holding a hand to his heart. "So, you said you were kind of a poet?" 

You giggled, smiling in satisfaction. "I'm a writer. I've been trying to delve into different styles, so I took a new piece to the open mic last night to test it out, see how I felt about it."

"How did it go?" he inquired, genuinely curious about the experience. 

Grimacing slightly, you shrugged. "It… well, it seemed to be well received, but I'm still not sure about it." 

He nodded thoughtfully, taking in your response. "Not comfortable with it?" 

"Not at all," you sighed, laughing a little. "I think that's a good thing, though. It's always good to step out of your comfort zone, right?" 

He hummed in response, a knowing smirk on his lips. This was something out of both your comfort zones, yet at the same time, the two of you were perfectly comfortable with each other's company. 

"Yeah," he agreed. "You're most definitely correct." 

"What about you?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows curiously. "You said you're not an artist, but from what I could see those pieces of yours looked rather impressive." 

A nervous laugh left him as heat flooded his cheeks; he tried to hide it by taking a drink from his coffee mug, but it did not go unnoticed by you. You had to force yourself to look away, not able to believe how pretty this man before you was. 

"It's just… something I do for fun," he muttered sheepishly. 

"You didn't go to school for it or anything?" you questioned curiously.

He shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, I-... I did, actually. The world had other plans for me, though." 

Though it was subtle, you saw the way his eyes fleeted down towards his left hand before meeting yours again, heard how the next breath he took was a little deeper and shakier than his last. 

"Story for another time?" you offered lightly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

Giving you a grateful smile, he nodded slightly. "Another time."

"Before we left, you mentioned you were gonna tell Steve to watch the shop while you were gone. Do you guys run the place together?" you asked, trying to change the topic. 

"No, not at all," he said with a laugh. "Well, actually… I guess we kind of do - but not officially. He doesn't work there or anything, he's just around a lot." 

Giving him a quizzical look, you nodded slowly. "Did he… come with the shop like Alpine did?" you had asked, attempting to make a joke of it while still trying to get information.

Snorting in response and almost choking on his coffee, he broke into a fit of laughter so jovial that you couldn't help but laugh along with him for a minute.

"Fuck, that was good," he admitted, still laughing softly. "Him and I have been friends since we were kids, so he helps out a lot." 

"Oh, that's really nice, actually. You're both from around here?" you replied, suddenly itching to know more about him. 

"Brooklyn," he supplied. "We met in school - grade 3, I think. Most annoying punk you'll ever meet."

The undertone of affection in his words made you smile, and a comfortable silence fell between you once more. 

You both had so much more you wanted to ask, needed to know, but neither of you wanted to pry too much right off the bat like this. He did, however, return the question of where you were from, allowing you to happily tell him the story of where you grew up. He listened to you wholly, his attention never once straying - how could it? How could something be more captivating than the sparkle in your eyes as you told him about your hometown, or more adorable than the smile on your face as you spoke of family and friends? He realized with a start that he could listen to you talk for hours; and though you were a normally reserved person, you realized you couldn't seem to shut up around him. Neither of you cared about these revelations though, and you eagerly rambled on while he contentedly listened, adding in a question or story of his own from time to time.

The light began to shift outside the window, ever changing between casting the two of you in candescence and silhouettes as the sun drifted out of sight, afternoon turning into evening. Neither of you noticed the time passing by - or, maybe you did and just didn’t care. It was hard to care about anything else besides pulling a laugh from the lips of the man across from you, relishing in the way it made his eyes crinkle and butterflies erupt in your gut. It was hard for him to think about anything else besides the way your cheeks blossomed with colour every time he threw you a cheesy line, or the soft giggles you tried to stifle.

It was with great difficulty that you managed to say the words: “We should probably get back to our work, now.”

Though a laugh accompanied your statement, the heaviness of it was still felt. It was strange, this sense of ease and familiarity you two felt with each other; but it was nice. It was fun. It was exciting.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed with a small sigh. “Well, thank you for the ‘thank you’ coffee,” he added with a chuckle. 

 A soft giggle left you as you smiled softly. “My pleasure, James.”

“You can call me Bucky,” he informed you amiably. “All my friends do.”

“Alright then. My pleasure, Bucky,” you said with a nod, reiterating your previous statement to match his declaration. 

He grinned in satisfaction, and it took everything in you to not beam in response to how stupidly adorable he looked. 

“You know, as great as this was, I’m afraid we may have a problem on our hands,” he declared breezily, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

“Really? What would that be?” you asked curiously, mirroring his body language. 

“I think we may just find ourselves in a cycle. ���Cause I’m gonna have to thank you this coffee now,” he told you with a smile. “If you’ll let me, that is.”

You did your best to not pay attention to the fluttering in your stomach as you thought about it, tried to ignore the pounding of your heart. Instead, you succumbed to the smile that was fighting its way across your lips and looked at him with rosy cheeks - and he prayed to anyone who would listen that you wouldn’t notice how difficult it suddenly was for him to breathe when he saw your expression. 

“Yeah,” you said softly. “I’ll let you.”

[marueatskids]

*cough cough* AHEM- is anyone still in the backrooms fandom and actually reads the wikidot and doesn't watch backrooms youtuber stuff? ...no? because i might have created a backrooms oc...

so i had this dude for a while, if any of you read the backrooms wiki, he's just overseer-a but entity because im an obnoxious BI- (SH stands for Slaughterhouse, still working on that au, its just basically a roblox AU of mine that takes place from 3036) also he stopped aging at 24 when he was turned into an entity. so i had this dude for a while, if any of you read the backrooms wiki, he's just overseer-a but entity because im an obnoxious BI- (SH stands for Slaughterhouse, still working on that au, its just basically a roblox AU of mine that takes place from 3036) also he stopped aging at 24 when he was turned into an entity.

also, today (13/12) is his canon birthday, and my friends and my ocs gave him some gifts maj gave him a knife ("for the lolz"), croe gave him a kitten and a squash because of an inside joke, linda gave him a squash cat plush, spring gave him a stretch army (i spammed a lot of stretch images to her and called it "stretch army"). the rest are characters/ocs :)

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What is Law and What is Just

What is Law and What is Just https://ift.tt/F0SxkWA by someonetoanyone Suptober Day 7: Black Cat   “You’ve never failed me,” Dean utters back, a little shocked by the truth of it, “I don’t think of it like that. I know you’re trying your best. You — you always do. You do everything for me.”   “When you allow it,” Cas counters, a good humor still about him. Words: 3036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Endverse Vignettes Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Original Background Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Suptober 2023 (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), First Kiss, (kind of), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/Xp79iv2 October 07, 2023 at 09:47PM

[ao3feed-erha]

A beast that longs for you

by Harriet_Ed

[Post-canon, spoilers for the ending!]

 

He went for his mouth with the hunger of a beast and started kissing him deeply. At first there was a small attempt at shoving him away, but soon Chu Wanning stopped fighting. His hands found their way through Taxian-jun’s hair, while his body became docile between the other’s arms. It took so little, to turn him into an obedient little thing.

 

Taxian-jun prepares a special night, because he's in competition with himself as usual. It will turn out to be truly special.

Words: 3036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Chu Wanning, Taxian-jun

Relationships: Chu Wanning/Taxian-jun

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Top Taxian-jun, Bottom Chu Wanning, Fluff and Smut

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[shortnasties]

3036. Consulting The Clown

This is "Consulting The Clown." This could've been anything.

There's nothing left to buy. Except the book of your life. Someone in a sharp suit and frayed nerves wrote it. Upon a peak in god knows where. Remember the first time you felt an absence? Like a cold cat ducking from your petting hand. Sometimes there was just loud indignation and rowdy lewdness. Most nights we consult the clown, but is he ever alive anymore? Humor used to do something. Not even grand, shivering, and divine nudity. When will we succumb at last to the technology?

[hddnone]

Title: A Cat’s Curiosity TSB Card Number : 3036 Square : R5 - cat!Tony for @tonystarkbingo Ship : Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes Rating : Teen Tags : animal transformation Summary :   Tony has been turned into a cat and dumped in an unfamiliar place. He's finding life difficult, until a strange man with a metal arm picks him up out of the trash.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24630580

Word Count: 1.8K

[ruby3818]

I did my Franticshipping family as The Sims now get ready for...

Franticshipping family as Sylvanian families!! \(^-^)/

I chose the Black Tuxedo Cat Father for Ruby since black cats are generally associated with being feral to represent how he was as a kid. I then chose the Siamese Cat Mother for Sapphire since siamese cats are generally associated with being fancy to also represent her as a child. So we have a fancy black cat and a feral siamese ^-^.

Also the twins Amethyst and Garnet <3. Garnet’s shorts are too big for him and I’m 80% sure it’s a girl’s oufit but it’s adorable and ott fancy soo....

Their house complete with Sapphires treehouse lab for her field research. (Also Ruby’s own aircar)

I personalised their room with sapphire’s contest dress, Ruby’s sewing machine and camera as well as the clothing rack with some of Amethyst’s many dresses (made by Ruby ofc).

The twin’s room complete with the wardrobe filled with more of Amethyst’s many outfits, two of the 3036 albums of the twins. Also their own little contest outfits (even though they’re too young to compete themselves) there in the corner.

(Bad pic but oh well ^-^;) Sapphire doing field research carrying little Amethyst in a baby harness like a marsupial. Keeps her hands free for climbing. (Sapphire’s dress is way too fancy to be practical but unfortunately every Sylvanian families dress is so I went with one that looked similar to her childhood dress)

My attempt at Sapphire’s secret base ^^

Sapphire’s Acro Trike

Baby’s first contest!!! (^-^)/

*Sapphire side glancing*

[areluctantsblog]

Takes One To Know One

Summary: When Valkyrie glimpses Loki in her bar one night, she acts instantly. Part of her job is to spot trouble and she knows a trickster, when she sees one. The God of Mischief however might just get the better of her.

Pairing: Lady Loki x Valkyrie

Words: 3036

Explicit femslash mostly without plot.

This is a fill for the Loki square of my Rare Pairs Bingo and also for Valki Week. But most of all, it’s a gift to the amazing @speckledcoffeecups.

Tagging: @imwithtony @peterpissparker @mudaship39 @olofahere @neon-shaddows @biteswhenprovoked @akireueravla @chaoticlawfulthings @almostawinchester67 @queer-crusader @xwhat-just-happenedx @eternalchocolatlobsterp @rowynsn @lazy-cat-corner @starkeroverload @prettyboy-parker @psychopoulpe @sunny-springs @thathedonistgirl @supernaturalyloki @illogicalfangirl @punyjotungod

Thanks for being interested and I hope you’ll enjoy ;)

*** 

“And what does an Odinson do in my bar?” Valkyrie whispers to the newcomer’s ear, stepping close behind them as they lean against the bar.

She’s not perturbed by Loki’s presence; she’s dealt with more serious security issues than a male in a female body in a lesbian bar. But they are the God of Mischief and Valkyrie doesn’t want any trouble.

Loki turns towards her with a tight-lipped smile. “I don’t go by that name anymore.”

“What, because titties make it go away?”

Loki glares but Valkyrie is unfazed.

“What are you doing here?” she asks in a stern voice.

“What does anyone do in the famous Sessrúmnir?” Loki shrugs with a would-be-innocent smile. “I’m looking to feel good.”

“Sure,” Valkyrie agrees. “But you see, the problem is that you have something that doesn’t belong here.”

“You mean manners, obviously,” Loki quips, turning to signal to a bartender.

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Tangled Heartstrings

Tangled Heartstrings by sgatalon

(Takes place following the Loveater 2-part episodes.) Crying alone on her balcony, Marinette is contemplating giving up on Adrien, for good. Chat Noir hears the commotion and drops in to console her, to repay her for the time she heard him out. How much of her heartbreak will Marinette reveal to the stray alley cat? Will he wish he had wandered onto another beautiful girl's balcony instead?

Words: 3036, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, Tikki, Plagg

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Additional Tags: Miraculous Ladybug Love Square, Post-Loveater, Marichat, Is how this is starting, Adrinette, Is what I'm aiming for, LadyNoir - Freeform, ladrien, Will be making appearances probably, I'm winging this fic, seriously, I have literally no goal here, I just wrote words, enjoy y'all

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/21529084

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[excavator-parts]

Cat 349DL 349E final drive without motor, Part number: 333-3036. https://www.instagram.com/p/BxL9YBSAdTz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5d82b1h0qvh3

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What is Law and What is Just

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/upePS1L by someonetoanyone Suptober Day 7: Black Cat   “You’ve never failed me,” Dean utters back, a little shocked by the truth of it, “I don’t think of it like that. I know you’re trying your best. You — you always do. You do everything for me.”   “When you allow it,” Cas counters, a good humor still about him. Words: 3036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Endverse Vignettes Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Original Background Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Suptober 2023 (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), First Kiss, (kind of), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/upePS1L

[don-lichterman]

Pets First NHL Philadelphia Flyers Collar for Dogs & Cats, Large. - Adjustable, Cute & Stylish! The Ultimate Hockey Fan Collar!

Pets First NHL Philadelphia Flyers Collar for Dogs & Cats, Large. – Adjustable, Cute & Stylish! The Ultimate Hockey Fan Collar!

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[catandbanana]

Cat and Banana Episode 3036 www.facebook.com/catandbanana