#but I'm here

[horseshoegirl]

Anyone still following me for Set Me Alight?

I'm sorry it's been so long, but life... life got hard and a little unbearable but... I'm trying to do things that make me happy, and this is one of those things.

So let me know, and i promise I'll post a chapter soon <3

[pixelunivairse]

👋

I hope you are doing well 😀.

[adamsrcnan]

son of exy by Day, historian by night.

whats the consensus on kevin having to wear reading glasses??? personally it's canon to me.

anyways... practice, practice, practice!

[generic-sandbox-member]

ive moved in!! gerard way and bears in trees and pictures of the kittens are on the walls life is good

[answrs]

this is. certainly a carpet choice.

(no, it's not construction rot. it's the actual printed pattern.)

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Neverafter episode 16

[lionsaint]

Five characters

A poll with five of your all-time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favorite.

@frostbitebakery tagged me.

This was hard. There are so many. Honorary mention to so many characters, but I narrowed it down by choosing one person per 'fandom'.

Tagging the same people as before 🤷🏻‍♀️ (i know it's more than five) @shadowandrhyme @looksclear @dowhatyoudream @moronphiliac @michameinmicha @fettupwithyou @ayantiel @almost-a-class-act @holographiccs

[pose1dson]

hi hi i'm alive

[tealeavesandthorns]

Maria Bloomsco & James Bond (Brosnan)

"It doesn't matter how many times you take your shirt off around me, I will never, ever be in your bed Bond. I love you dearly but I am more than well aware of your track record with women. I'll not be a notch on anyone's bedpost."

cut to 15 years later...

Maria finds out it's Bond who saved her from capture, against orders and that he never brought it up because if she had feelings for him he didn't want them to be complicated with a feeling of gratitude for saving her. Bond is supposedly leaving, retiring from MI6 and heading off to.... well who knows where.

Maria races to find Bond to thank him, finds him thankfully in the bar accidentally confesses she might just be in love with him. Cue Bond pulling her into the best snog of her life, followed by the two of them ending up together and living... mostly.... happily ever after.

[hatespirates]

guess who's back

back again

[hostiae]

i haven't disappeared! i've been lurking and getting things done over on absolveres. i've been a little low energy this week.

[andiwriteordie]

i am going to start catching up on my asks so i apologize so sincerely for the spam

[glygriffe]

To love and to hold

For the @sicktember challenge, prompt 13: Seasonal/Pet Allergies

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester Words: 1285 Warning: Mostly fluff, some language _________________________

“Look what I found just outside the bunker!”

Sam could hear the smile in Cas' voice. He liked that, and he automatically smiled in response, looking up the stairs to see what had brought joy to his friend. From the map table, he saw him walking down the stairs while cuddling a ball of fur stowed under his trench coat: Castiel had found a tabby cat.

It was not a kitten and it looked well-fed, even a little fat, maybe. If it was a stray, it was from a recent change of luck.

“She's so friendly! She came to me really easily. Maybe she's hungry, or just needs some affection. I hear that cats are somewhat like humans in that respect. Should I give her a name or should we decide all together?”

“Cas, we cannot keep her. Not long-term anyway. It is probably someone's cat that went on a little adventure and got lost.”

Already, Cas' face was crestfallen. Sam sighed as he slowly got up from his chair to go pat the angel on his shoulder.

“I’m not saying put the cat back in the wild and let her starve. But somebody might be actively looking for her. We could go in town this afternoon to see if someone put a lost pet sign, and we'll figure out what is the best line of action.”

Castiel nodded solemnly, any trace of a smile gone. He tenderly put the tabby on the floor and she immediately made a figure-eight motion around his legs. He went stiff as a board, trying not to look at the cat.

Sam’s heart felt heavier suddenly. He preferred dogs but he understood the small heartbreak of falling in love with an animal while knowing you can’t keep it. He just didn't know Cas had it in him to feel that kind of attachment.

“You can still pet her, you know, and bring her into the kitchen for some water.”

Castiel entire demeanor perked up, and he swiftly bent to cuddle the cat in his arms, walking briskly towards the kitchen while explaining to her the layout of the bunker.

Sam huffed in amazement, looking at the angel's retreating figure. Maybe they could consider keeping the cat if their run into town didn't bring forth any potential owners.

“What's up?”

Dean appeared in the map room coming from the sleeping quarter of the bunker, an empty bowl of popcorn in his hands.

“Cas and I will go into town this afternoon. Need something?” “No, I think we still have enough beer in the fr… atchoo!!”

Dean sniffed, then pinched his nose. He looked puzzled by his sudden sneeze. “Sorry about that. No, I don't need any… atchoo!!! Son of a bitch! Maybe I'm coming down with something. Hum… Maybe grab some cold medicine in case?”

Sam's eyes were as big as saucers when he remembered his brother's cat hair allergy.

“Hum… I don't think it's a cold, Dean. See, Cas has been looking around in the countryside and…” “I'm not sure she has a family to take care of her, Sam. Oh, hello, Dean! Let me introduce you to Macska.”

Castiel was now walking towards Dean who quickly stepped back when he saw Macska poke her head outside the trenchcoat. He pointed an accusatory finger at his brother.

“A cat? You let a freaking cat in the bunker? And you let him name it?”

Castiel rolled his eyes, a mimic he without a doubt learned from Dean, and let the scared cat jump on the floor and run back to the kitchen where nobody was yelling.

“Sam didn't 'let me' name the cat, Dean: I just had to call her something while she is under my care. She's too old to be called Kitty and Cat seems too impersonal. Since she seems to respond better to the Hungarian language, that's what I'm using.” “Macska is 'cat' in Hugarian? That's clever. How many languages did you try before…?” “Who cares! That is not the main issue here.” “I know, Dean. But if the cat responds particularly well to Hungarian, maybe she was living with the Kovács family that left town recently. If they abandoned her, that would mean she has nowhere else to go except for the pound.”

An awkward silence filled the room for a beat or two before Macska came back into the map room, going straight to making figure-eights around the angel's legs again. This time, she was purring. Dean seemed torn about what to do or say. He opened his mouth... and immediately sneezed again.

Castiel crouched to pet the cat while squinting slightly at the older hunter. The animal stopped purring to look attentively at Dean, too.

Sam found it fascinating, how the cat and his brother seemed to get into a staring contest right away, each gauging the other, as if trying to figure out who was the dominant species in that particular space. The cat was tense, moving its head slightly from side to side. Dean crossed his arms and Sam could swear he saw him puff his chest a little. But then he sneezed again, breaking eye contact with the beast. If this was in any way similar to a game of chicken, he had the impression that his brother just lost.

Castiel tilted his head to the side.

“Dean, it sounds like you are allergic to cats.” “No shit, Sherlock.” “There's no need to be defensive. It's not Macska's fault any more than it's yours. It certainly isn't mine. I'll clean all the hair that she dropped for now, and I could give her regular baths if she was to stay with us for some time. But I understand it's not ideal to have a cat in the bunker in those circumstances, even if the poor darling is almost certainly homeless. Mr. Kovács was indeed grumbling that he and his wife were moving into an assisted facility with a lot of regulation he wasn't thrilled about.”

Castiel's face was all matter-of-fact, but Sam saw his shoulders drooping in sadness even as he still was petting the cat, gathering her in his arms again. The angel was already deeply attached to the stray and Dean had noticed it too. The way Cas was cradling the cat.

He slowly uncrossed his arms, glancing quickly at Sam to determine which side the young hunter might take. Then he sighed heavily while looking at the ceiling.

Sam tried to hide his smile. Fact: Cas was completely smitten by the cat, there was no question on that front. Fact: Dean would not have the heart to deprive the angel of the ball of fur he was holding so tenderly. But he was still fighting, albeit feebly.

“I don't want it in the kitchen or near my room. Maybe you can keep it in the garage IF it doesn't have anywhere else to stay in town. And get the vet to neuter it if it's not already the case.”

Dean rolled his eyes and turn around as if he could not believe he was caving on the matter of keeping a pet. Passing by his brother, he whispered to him: “And Sam… switch the cold medicine to some Allegra tablets when you do go in town.”

Sam was not surprised by this turn of events. Looking at Castiel smiling softly while holding the cat, he thought anybody who cared the slightest for the angel would have come to the same decision. So he nodded knowingly and actually chuckled when his brother pointed (yet again) his finger at him and hissed “shut your face!” before storming to his room.

[clexamazon]

Hi. I just wanted to say that you're an amazing clexa writer. I just love the smut in Resolving Tensions. It's very 🥵. Are you planning on continuing the story?

So...i found my way back to this site after an extended hiatus. And the answer to this one is...maaaybe? I dunno, I'm really into the Vic fic and have plans for Clexa week but who knows, i might juat go and revisit. I've always found sex very easy to write, maybe it would be a good exercise to help me develop a writing habit again.

[trans-ralsei]