#mickey squiggles

[captmickey]

Pretty sure you're not suppose to use sparklers to light the Menorah even IF it's the First Day of the New Year and also the Eighth Night of Hannukah...

Happy New Year and Happy Hannukah!

[genderlessbleach]

I might-

Has anyone drawn Squiggles beating the shit out of Mickey Mouse yet

[how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au]

You said high pitched squiggles so now I’m picturing Hetch hearing Squiggles and it’s just. Him doing a Mickey Mouse impression. But nobody can even tell it sounds like him cause y’know, Mickey Mouse. But Hetch knows because when he was younger he was actually really good at doing a Mickey Mouse voice. The only person he’s ever shown in his adult life is the Founder when they were drunk. When they were actually friends. -🍞

This canon now.

[rjalker]

Fuck. I keep drawing things and then forgetting to post them. These are from yesterday.

Fun recolors. You are welcome to color pick from these, I just made them to mess around in Ibis Paint X, I won't actually be using them.

Thank you to the anon who sent me an ask reminding me to edit the ID in today (I couldn't yesterday because my wrist hurt from writing so many IDs), I would have forgotten forever, just like I kept forgetting to post them!

[ID: Ten recolors of art of an original design for Mickey Mouse, in the post of Sonic from the "yes there are 64 genders" meme, where Sonic is posed with his back to the camera, looking over his shoulder with one hand lowered, the other raised to point, and one foot in the air, as though posed to start running again. This version of Mickey has black fur, a white face, glasses held on by a band, shorts with suspenders, fingerless gloves with a large cuff, and boots. The original design is monochrome blue, with lighter blue on the shoes, band, suspenders, and gloves. These versions have been color shifted, in order, to: orange and brown, green and yellow-green, spring-green and grass green, seafoam and teal, royal blue and dark purple, pink-red and red. Next are versions where the clothes have been erased to show different patterns on a lower layer. The first has all of the fabric in a pattern like an arcade's carpet, with bright purple as the background and squiggles and shapes in yellow, cyan, magenta, and purple. After this is a version with the shoes, gloves, and glasses-band replaced with blue argyle, or repeating diamond patterns in cream, light blue, and navy blue. After this, all of the fabric is bright pink, with magenta, cyan, and yellow sprinkles like the icing on a donut. The last version has all of the fabric replaced with a starscape with a cyan center fading to black at the top, and showing sillowets of grass at the bottom. End ID.]

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

2006 2009 was good 👍,especially in soap land ,and fact Kara and Joe were a thing, 🧚🏼🧚🏽‍♂️👠🧚🏼‍♀️💕🌸and original Chelsea was serving, she looks like a young Rihanna, honestly and the clothes and everything I’m watching that here and now because but then I was living, being a young teenage girl, but now I have appreciation for these episodes, I’m writing about them, but I love these outfits they are my time , and I always feel for any age person that holds a special place in your heart ♥️ .

Like we had the perfect EastEnders teenage cast then an early 20s also, Carly wicks, Chelsea. Fox , Dawn Swan,  Mickey Miller, Julie and Gus, Stacey and Ruby, Darren and squiggle . Dino Wicks, yes the young one before all the horrible stuff he did . original Martin Fowler.

Fact, one of my favourite selections on TikTok, are the nostalgia ones, Seeing how they used to use a digital carate cameras how we use them and we upload a whole night out for a whole roll of pictures from the digital camera. We actually had to do that shit yes and I miss it ha ha or making your own album making your,, greatest hits 'Ruining your parents computers with lime wire or frost wire, and then drawing on them the CDs and adding your own little twist, it was really fun or back to the days when we made the a tape player. Recording the Sunday night charts and cutting out the DJ it was always a challenge.

I’ve only just found out you can find these all on Getty images as well. I’ll be uploading them., because all this white party stuff, I remember when it was happening, this is why people say Sean Carter, more smarter, than Sean Combs is clearly messy with his partying and the things that he did, of them are celebrities maybe I don’t know domestic violence is really hard, when you’re with that person and you’ve been with them for many years and you keep going back a lot of people don’t understand that, I’m talking about Cassie here. I feel really bad but she’s done well and she’s away from it all which is really good, let’s keep safe.

[describe-things]

[ID: A digital painting of an original, Public Domain version of Mickey Mouse, labeled 37/365. This version of Mickey has his ears, head, gloves, shorts, shoes, and tail in a gradient from royal blue at the top, to purple, to opalescent white and pink. His face is blue-black, with pink eyes, mouth, and nose. His arms, torso, and legs are transparent, with a grid of opalescent lines showing his form. He lifts one hand to wave at something offscreen, grinning. The background is a grid that stretched backwards, with blue squiggles and triangles floating in the air, and blobs of rainbow gradient. Following this is an ask from imakeartandaskmickeymouse to huntthemouse that reads, "Vaporwave Mickey?" Below this is an image reading "Public Domain", with a zero inside a circle. End ID.]

Vaporwave Mickey

38/365 #hunt the mouse

i sort of leaned into the more abstract take of the vaporwave style for this one- wireframes, segmented suns, those vivid summer colors, etc

I am making 365 new versions of Mickey Mouse for the public domain and releasing them under public domain all year long.

You can join the initiative to #hunt the mouse or suggest a theme yourself via my ask box.

[merrigel]

The ultimate indulgence... Is turning your characters into adorable little chibis

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

hmmmmmmmm he deserves it. redemption or whatever. friendship

em1: brotherly resentment

em2: the brotherly resentment from em1 is solved, but now prescott’s got it

em3: all the brothers in wasteland are buds. we fixed it, everyone. family wins

[vazelinacocomix]

😱Currently running on over-drive. Went through 7 long years without any summer vacation, then had a couple of shitty malfunctions, so I’m not looking forward to being grilled next to the desk come July. Except for a few future updates, expect me to be ghosting offline for a while. 🤖Thank you for reading this crucial message.

🏝The gif was done last year for an animation school based in Brasov, all part of some meandering experience I was aiming to grasp. Anyway, enjoy your summer breaks or vacations! Idle time’s the best time for daydreaming 👻

[dinosaurtsukki]

[ flu season in E minor ]

pairing: fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k words

contains: uni!au, sigma and nikolai as your bff’s, gn!reader, music student!fyodor, fyodor being a bit of a brat while he’s sick, slight pining/crushing, idk just fluffy shit

summary: you and fyodor are both in the university theater club but you rarely ever see him except for when you’re picking up the musical compositions he makes for the play. this time, however, you come over to his apartment to find him sick with the flu

a/n: uhhh this is kind of a trainwreck cause i was literally just ‘omg uni!au fyodor sickfic’ and then went with it :P

“don’t forget to drink your vitamin c guys! flu season is already here and if you’re down with the flu please don’t come in and spread your germs everywhere,” sigma instructed at the ending of the cast meeting. even though he sounded snappy while saying it, you could tell he meant well. two of your actors in the theatre club had already come down with the flu and with showtime coming up soon, everyone was understandably extra careful.

“y/n, one last thing,” sigma called you over as everyone prepared to leave.

“in case you were going to ask, yes, i took my vitamins already,” you teased skipping over to where he was.

“not funny,” sigma rolled his eyes. “i was wondering if you could follow up with fyodor on the music for the next scene? he doesn’t respond at all to any non-physical communication, i already left him ten messages.” 

“ooh, another visit to the phantom of the opera’s apartment,” nikolai popped up right at your shoulder.

“seriously? you guys call him that?” sigma raised a disappointed eyebrow at you two.

“well he’s mysterious and makes music in a theatre.” 

“i feel like you should actually watch phantom of the opera before making that claim,” you told him. “also sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly to hide your obvious excitement. “i have time to drop by.” 

even though he’s a part of the theatre club, fyodor dostoevsky was pretty much an enigma to the rest of the members. his contributions to the club activities were mainly in the form of the musical compositions he created for the plays. however, because he was always busy practicing for upcoming recitals apart from his music classes, fyodor rarely ever attended rehearsals. 

but on the off-chance that he did drop by in a rehearsal to discuss with sigma or attend a cast meeting, you’d spend the entire time just... admiring him. everything from the calm and articulate way he spoke to messy way his hair framed his face. and on that day when fyodor decided to demonstrate the music by playing it himself on his cello, you realized you were head over heels for this man.

and so you, practically jumped at every chance you got to pick up sheet music or recordings from fyodor’s apartment. you already set the expectation that you wouldn’t be around for long. and you were right about that... usually.

...

“fyodor? hello?” you knocked on the door for what was probably the fifth time already. it was freezing cold outside and you were desperate to get in. pressing your ear against the door, you heard a weak voice say ‘come in. door’s open’ and then tentatively, you unlocked the door.

whenever you saw fyodor, he was always wearing a clean, button-up shirt and slacks since he was also at orchestra practice. so of course, it was a complete shock to you to come into his apartment to find fyodor dressed in bright red pajamas with a mickey mouse logo on the center of his shirt with a colorful patchwork quilt thrown across his shoulders. not to mention, he was seated in his couch with sheet music and tissues strewn around him. 

upon closer look, you could tell from his sunken eyes and slightly red nose that flu season had struck fyodor. 

“oh, y/n, it’s you,” he sniffled as you hesitated near the door. “come in. it’s cold out.” 

“are you alright?” you asked, approaching fyodor. because you had gotten the flu a bit earlier that month, you weren’t too concerned about catching it again. “you look, well, sick.” 

“just a cold,” fyodor waved his hand. “anyway, did sigma send you for something?” 

“he’s asking for a follow-up with the music for the new scene,” you remembered. 

“oh, that...”  fyodor nodded, frowning as he searched the sheet music scattered around him. “i’m sure it’s around here somewhere and... i forgot to do it.” fyodor sighed at the realization. “don’t worry. i’ll just whip something up real quick,” he sniffed before picking up a blank piece of sheet music.

“well you don’t have to right now. fyodor, you’re sick. you should get some rest before working,” you sat down on the couch as fyodor bent over the coffee table with a pencil ready. “i mean, no offense but i doubt you can come up with anything in your current state.”

“nonsense, y/n,” fyodor scoffed and began to scribble something on the page. “i am a trained classical musician. composing is merely second-nature to someone like myself. why, i’m sure i have a melody coming along right--” 

“fyodor.” 

“yes?”

“you just wrote the letter g on the corner of the page and then started drawing random squiggles.” 

fyodor looked down at his squiggled-over sheet music with a completely deadpan expression and stared at it for a good ten seconds. “i thought it was a g-clef,” he whispered to himself.

“do you... want me to help you to your room?” you asked softly. fyodor sniffed.

“yes please.”

...

when you headed out to his apartment earlier that morning, you didn’t expect to be taking care of a sick fyodor for the rest of the afternoon. for someone who always looked put-together and composed, fyodor was terrible at taking care of himself. even after coming down with the flu a few days ago, he still insisted on practicing the cello in his apartment. and, judging by the empty cans in the sink, you could tell that all he was eating was instant soup.

and, sick fyodor was kind of... whiny. it took a lot of convincing on your part for him to agree not to work on the compositions in bed, or practice his bowing. he complained about his pillows ‘not being plump enough’ and that his socks didn’t match (because he didn’t do the laundry). 

“i don’t think i’ll even be able to sleep at this rate, y/n. my head is spinning but i’m not nearly tired enough to sleep. maybe i’ll drift off for just a bit but it won’t be that restful,” fyodor said, laying down on his not-plump pillows before he was out like a light five minutes after.

“drift off for just a bit, huh?” you chuckle slightly to yourself as you watch him. fyodor was curled up on his side, hugging one of the pillows with his blanket wrapped tightly around him. 

you were definitely in a strange situation being in your crush’s house while he was sick in bed. there wasn’t really a need for you to stay; you could just leave some medicine on the nightstand and a note with instructions.

“mmm... key needs to be in e minor,” fyodor mumbled in his sleep before turning over on his side. you bit back a laugh for fear of waking him up. 

‘what the heck? i’ll stay and make him some actual soup,’  you ultimately decided.

...

fyodor woke up to the smell of something delicious cooking, and that was something he rarely woke up to. aside from the fact that he could actually smell out of his currently unclogged nose, fyodor felt much better than he had been in a while. 

‘y/n must still be here,’ was his next thought after waking up. and he must admit, that was very reassuring to know. fyodor didn’t have the best constitution and whenever flu season rolled around, he expected being sick for a length of time. 

after wrapping the blanket around himself, fyodor curiously crept into the kitchen to find you standing over at the stove, stirring something in a pot while humming to yourself. there was a bag of groceries on the counter too. ‘did they... buy me food?’ 

he coughed slightly to get your attention.

“oh, fyodor. you’re up,” you turned around, smiling at him. “how are you feeling?”

“a bit... better,” he confessed, fully aware that he said all those things about not being asleep before embarrassingly falling asleep for two hours. 

“great! soup’s going to be ready in a few minutes. if you freeze it you’ll have enough for a few days,” you added. “also bought some oranges. they should be good for you.” 

“you... don’t really have to do this you know?” fyodor ended up blurting out, except it sounded a bit harsh. “i mean, i’m sure you went through all the trouble.” 

“don’t worry about it,” you waved him off. “you’ve been working really hard so i get that you don’t think of yourself much. let me do this one thing for you as a friend,” you smiled.

“also, i’m genuinely concerned at the amount of canned soup you’ve been consuming.” 

“canned soup isn’t that bad for you,” fyodor insisted. 

“yeah, and i’m sure you enjoy that metallic aftertaste quite a lot,” you quipped. fyodor opened his mouth to retort something before closing it abruptly. the knowing smirk on your face only made him glance away. instead, he busied himself with retrieving the clean bowls, luckily there were two left, from the dishrack and setting them on the table. you were humming again while you turned off the stove before serving the soup.

“chicken noodle soup, huh?” fyodor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“a classic,” you shrugged with a smile. “it’s a secret family recipe too so it’s bound to get you to feel better.” 

“you’re making it up, aren’t you?” 

“yeah, i got it off the internet,” you giggled. fyodor chuckled and took a sip of the soup. it was deliciously hot and flavorful and best of all, the soup didn’t have a metallic aftertaste.

“after eating, you can take some of medicine that i bought in case you have a headache or body pain, as long as you didn’t take any four hours before.”

“what?” fyodor blinked at you.

“you know, don’t take the medicine within four hours of each other,” you explained slowly. “also it’s better that you drink some now that you’ve eaten.” 

fyodor not-so vaguely recalled all those times he drank medicine on an empty stomach and feeling even more sick after. “i... was not aware of that,” he admitted. you sighed with your eyes closed.

“i’m amazed you’re still alive.” 

...

“so, flu season struck the phantom of the opera, huh?” nikolai sighed after you told him about your weekend.

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering the sight of fyodor on the couch dressed in his pajamas with a blanket wrapped around him. that was going to be burned in your mind for a long time. “he’s... kind of terrible at taking care of himself.” 

“that’s fyodor for you,” sigma added. the three of you had arrived at the backstage area of the theatre early and were busying yourselves with sorting through the various props that you had. “you know, one time he even went to a recital with a 39-degree fever. practically collapsed when he was off-stage.”

“i’ll one-up that story,” nikolai practically sprang off the box he was sitting on. “okay, so there was this one time i came over to fyodor’s’apartment while he was sick and he was so delirious he--”

“you guys do know that it’s rude to talk about people when they’re not there.”

the three of you practically spun around at the same time to find fyodor leaning against the doorframe of the backstage entrance with his arms crossed. he was looking way better than last time you saw him.

“fyodor,” sigma blinked, clearly stunned. “you’re... you’re here.”

“you’re alive!” nikolai cried dramatically, skipping over to fyodor and flinging his arms around fyodor who showed obvious discomfort. 

“of course i am,” he scoffed. “thanks in part to y/n.”

hearing that made your face flush a bit. “i-it was nothing,” you stammered, dodging nikolai’s curious stare. 

“anyway, i finished the compositions for the next scene,” fyodor strode forward, handing sigma a folder of sheet music and a flash drive. “let me know if it’s to your liking.”

“thank you. i’ve been having director’s block with that one. this should help,” sigma sighed gratefully. “i’ll give it a listen if you don’t mind.” and before you could say anything else, he scurried out to the stage area.

“and i’m going to leave for some arbitrary reason just so you two would have some alone time,” nikolai snickered at the indignant expression on your face before leaving you and fyodor alone backstage.

“oh, nikolai. always... funny,” you laughed nervously. 

“indeed,” fyodor nodded. “i only have the vaguest idea of what’s been going on during rehearsals. i should probably come around more often.”

“oh, we understand that you’re busy and all. but you’ve already been helping a lot with composing the music so don’t sweat it if you feel like you haven’t been active,” you said.

“well, that’s not the only reason i want to come around more often,” fyodor’s eyes flickered up to meet yours and you felt your face heat up again. god, it was so much easier to talk to to him and joke around when he was sick with the flu.

“in any case, i’m glad you feel better now,” you cleared your throat. “i hope the soup helped.”

“it did. i was sad to see it run out,” fyodor chuckled. and before you could even consider what it was you were going to say, you went and blurted out: 

“i could make it for you again.”

“oh?” fyodor’s eyebrows flew up and a smirk played on his lips.

“i-if you want to of course,” you stammered. 

“i’d like that,” fyodor smiled, much to your surprise. “if you could update me on rehearsals and the play we’re doing, that would be great. how does friday sound?”

“friday sounds great.”

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[captmickey]

It's that time of year again where I look back and go "huh, I guess I did draw every month."

[littlegayassbitch]

Has anyone drawn Squiggles beating the shit out of Mickey Mouse yet

[how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au]

I wonder if they would pitch up crikens voice for squiggles? Make him sound like a chipmunk LOL

-⬛️

She'll probably force him to do whatever those Mickey mouse voice actors did.

[captmickey]

YOOOOOOO THIS WAS TONS OF FUN AND TENOUTTATEN WOULD DO AGAIN!!

Ta-da! Presenting a Professor Layton themed switcharound with me, @captmickey and @tomatomagica.

Here’s who did which parts for those who can’t click on the pictures and see the captions:

Row 1: Sketch by me, lineart by Tomatomagica, and color by Captmickey

Row 2: Sketch by Captmickey, lineart by me, and color by Tomatomagica

Row 3: Sketch by Tomatomagica, lineart by Captmickey, and color by me.

This was a lot fun and it’s really cool to see how our styles mix together. Thank you to Mickey and Agniya for wanting to do this with me, go follow them, they’re awesome ladies and artists. :D

[stevesharrlngtons]

Headcanon about how Mickey (or Roman) met his girl. Or when he realized he was in love with her hehe.

mickey meets you at a party through mutual friends

he’d just gotten broken up with and he had been moping like crazy

every person mickey dated was the “love of his life” and so he thought he would never find love again

each and every time, a few months would pass, and he could see clearly again, realize that no, they hadn’t been soulmates

so he’d be on to the next one

but at this point, everything was still a little raw

he knew that his ex probably wasn’t meant to be with him.... but what if they were? 🥺

but his friends were nagging him to tag along so he did, if only to get them off his back

and while he’s at this party, he is acting miserable and being a total wet blanket on the evening (something uncharacteristic, bc usually he was the life of the party)

he was nursing a beer from a solo cup and hanging out on a couch in the living room, away from most of the guests

fully wallowing in his self pity

and then, mickey thinks that the planets began to align, the heavens began to sing and the sea parted

mickey swore that a soft golden glow appeared around you when he spotted you for the first time

because all of a sudden, there you were

you were leaning against one of his buddies girlfriend’s and laughing at something as she filled you a cup

mickey had never heard a more beautiful sound in his life

and now, his ex was so far from his mind he could barely remember their name, because all his thoughts were now controlled by you

mickey felt a feeling in his chest that could only be said to be his heart telling him this was fate

mickey scrambled to his feet before he could think twice, clutching his cup in clammy hands and walked to you so quick he almost tripped over his feet

“hey cassie, good to see ya,” he said to the girl you were with, bouncing on his heels and trying to not stare at you

because of god you were so much prettier up close and mickey was feeling faint

“hey mick!” she greeted with a smile, “also man, i heard what happened, i’m sorr-“

but mickey cut her off, “oh yeah yeah yeah. no worries, i’m over it, it’s for the best and all that.”

and he then turns to you, who is already looking at him with an amused curiosity “but hey, i don’t think we’ve met. i’m mickey”

and he sticks his hand out for you to take in a weird formality for a house party

he thinks it through too late and almost retrieves his hand, until you take it in your own and introduce yourself

AND OMG YOUR HAND FITS PERFECTLY IN HIS AND YOU HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NAME HES EVER HEARD

he’s already squiggling “mickey + (y/n) = forever” in his mind

cassie takes the hint quickly that mickey is interested and she can tell her friend is too

it’s no secret that mickey loves to fall in love, and that he often had a hard time getting over an ex right away

so she thought that letting you two hit it off would give mickey a chance to get over his ex and move on

little did she or any of their friends know that mickey could feel that something was different

he had never felt this kind of giddy excitement over meeting someone, never felt such a serene sense of comfort with someone he had just met

he’d never met someone who he had so much in common with, who made his laugh and blush and think so thoughtfully

you two had talked all night, and when you went home with him after dawn, you stayed at his place for two weeks straight 

mickey refused to let you leave his bed and you didn’t want to

a week after that you had a drawer at his place and neither of you ever looked back ❤️

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

fantasia

fantasia (noun):  a work (such as a poem, play, or work of music) in which the author or composer’s fancy roves unrestricted

Cas is having one of those days. 

He sleeps in more than usual, and getting up, he tells Dean, is heavy. After barely touching his breakfast, he retires to the Deancave, on the couch that they recently dragged in, and burrows himself under a mountain of blankets, turning on some procedural crime drama on low volume. 

Dean knows that the transition to being human hasn’t been easy, and that it’s not unusual for Cas to sink into depression. Dean’s no stranger to that, although it’s only recently that he’s started talking about. 

It’s his day to get groceries, so he left Cas with a gentle kiss to the forehead, and now Dean is standing in front of the check-out with a cart full of all the stuff it takes to feed four adults and one nephilim. He spies a salted caramel dark chocolate bar and slides it in with the rest of the food at the last minute. Cas might like it--he’s a little particular about his sweets, but if they’ve got a little bite, like dark chocolate, he usually enjoys them. 

When Dean returns to the bunker and traipses down to the Deancave after stowing the rest of the groceries, he finds that Cas hasn’t moved on the couch, but what’s on the television is different. 

Orchestral music swells from the television’s speakers, and colorful illustrations work their way across the screen, yellow and red squiggles chasing each other as the music swells. Then, the animation changes to a series of rolling pink and purple mountains against a blue sky. Dean walks around the couch and deposits himself next to Cas as orange, futuristic buildings replace the hills against the sky. Cas moves over an incremental amount to allow Dean to lie down, and Dean holds up the chocolate bar between them. 

“Got this for you,” he says. 

“Thank you.” Cas’s voice sounds thick from disuse. Dean sets about to unwrapping the chocolate as the music on the television fades out, only to be replaced by a man’s voice. 

“You know, it’s funny how wrong an artist can be about their own work,” the man starts, and then he goes on to talk about Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite. The music fades back in, and Dean vaguely recognizes it this time. 

“He’s right,” Cas says. 

“About...?” Dean raises an eyebrow, breaks off a piece of chocolate and hands it to Cas, who slowly accepts it. 

“Artists being wrong.” Cas takes a bite, smiles a little bit. “This is quite good. I was...created to be a host of Heaven, a soldier, a rule-follower.”

“But you’re not,” Dean says in a slightly teasing tone before taking a bite of the chocolate himself. The music from whatever is playing swells. Cas is right--this is good. 

“Because I was made broken.” Cas sighs. “You heard Chuck--I have a crack in my chassis. I never listen to orders. He was wrong about me.”

“Nah.” Dean finds Cas’s hand that isn’t occupied with chocolate and takes it in his own. “That crack was a good thing. Didn’t he also say that this was the only universe where you were like that? You saved the day.”

“I tried,” Cas says. His eyes focus on the television screen. “I like this.” “What is it, anyways?” Dean rolls over so he’s not facing Cas anymore, instead tucked up against him like they’re spooning. The screen has dancing mushrooms on it.

“Disney’s Fantasia. Animated classical music. It seemed nice.” Cas pauses. “It’s very soothing.”

“That’s good.”

They watch all of Fantasia together--the dancing mushrooms fade away, and then there's Mickey Mouse with a magical broom flooding a sorcerer’s workshop, and centaurs, and pegasi, and more colors and music. Cas skips lunch but does eat dinner, and he lets Dean prod him into the shower. 

As they drift off to sleep at the end of the day, Cas soft and pliable, tucked against him, Dean knows that he will gladly spend the rest of his life telling Cas that they are all broken in some way--but that they’re also all better for it.

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