#originalobjecttheorist

[ibreathebooks-42]

10 Favorite Movies

So I was tagged by @wardog-of-the-endless and @yoshifics several years ago a year apart, and finally doing this! In no particular order, here are a few of my favorites:

Rules: Post 10 gifs from your favorite movies without revealing their titles and tag ten people.

absolutely no pressure tagging: @benjaminrussell @sauronssade @spiritofcamelot @may-be-magic @originalobjecttheorist @jeminamoonnight @huntforachievements @lunamazes @sweetdreamsraggedyman @redfreckledwolf

[winchester-cas]

👀😏👀😏👀😏😌😇

Lmaooo hii. Man, I missed tumblr xD

[sparkly-angell]

ANGEL YOU'RE AMAZING AND I'M LOV YOU!!!!!!

OMG what is this free love????

MEYYY I LOVE YOU TOOO ♥️😭

[saltnhalo]

If you're still doing the one word prompts- "celebrity"

Castiel has met his fair share of talented artists, but he’s never met one quite like Dean Winchester.

When he first walks into work on Monday morning, he knows he’s recording for a D. Winchester, and from the way the other techs whisper about him in the staff room, it’s kind of a big deal. Not that means much to Castiel—for someone who works for one of the biggest recording studios in the country, he doesn’t really keep up to date with the ‘popular music.’ He does his job, records whoever walks into his booth and makes them sound good, then goes home and puts his Spotify on shuffle. He’s got an eclectic and varied taste in music, that’s for sure.

He’s never heard of Winchester, though, apart from maybe passing mentions on television, so he doesn’t quite understand the jealous looks some of the other sound engineers are shooting him as he leaves his bag by his desk and quickly checks his emails before heading over to the studio where he’ll be working for the day. It doesn’t matter much to him, though—it’s just part of the job.

It doesn’t take him long to go through the administrative part of his day, and then he’s free to disappear off to his booth to set things up for the day ahead. Castiel always likes to make sure that the control and live rooms are both neat and properly organized for what he needs to record, and today is all vocals. He’s still tinkering with his console when there’s a knock on the door outside.

When he opens it, it’s to six feet of leather-jacket-wearing beauty, and he was not expecting D. Winchester to look like this. Freckles, softly gelled hair, a crooked half-smile that’s confident and self-deprecating all at once, and green eyes the likes of which Castiel has never seen in real life.

“Hello,” he says without thinking, his brain still processing the fact that Winchester is one of the most handsome men he’s ever seen.

“Hey,” is the response he gets, and those lips curl up into a proper smile now. “You’re Novak, right? Uh… Cas-tee-el? You’re the one I’m recording with today, I’ve been told.”

“Just call me Cas.” The correction is more a habit than anything—his full name had sounded wonderful in Winchester’s deep drawl. “That’s me, yes.”

Winchester holds out his hand to shake. “I’m Dean,” he says. “Looking forward to working with you today, buddy.”

Castiel takes his hand and shakes it, then invites him into the studio, trying his best not to make a fool of himself. He’s probably got no talent, he reminds himself. Just a pretty face with a good manager and a voice half-passable with some autotune. That helps him feel a little less starstruck by the gorgeous man who gets himself settled on the stool in the live booth and smiles at Cas through the glass while he gets his headphones situated.

“What are we starting with?” he asks through the comms as he gets himself fully set up, leaning forward over his desk to look at the list of songs that had been emailed to him.

Dean hums thoughtfully, then says, “I think we’ll start with Way Down We Go,” and if hearing Dean’s voice normally had made Castiel’s heart beat double-time, then hearing him through his headphones, as though he’s inside Cas’s head, is so much more intense.

Maybe he’s made the wrong assessment about Dean’s vocal capability.

Before he gets much more of a chance to second-guess himself, he pulls up the backing track for that song—all the instrumentals had been recorded a few days ago, and now it’s just Castiel and Dean putting together the last few pieces. “Let me know when you’re ready,” he says, and Dean rolls his neck, gets comfortable, then shoots Castiel a grin and two thumbs up from his position by the microphone.

The first notes play through Castiel’s headphones, and he’d known that the vocals started pretty early into the song, but when Dean opens his mouth and starts singing, Castiel completely forgets that he’s supposed to be doing his job right now.

Dean’s voice is deep and rich and beautiful, flowing like molasses along with the tempo of the song. The moments of distortion are exceptionally timed, his falsetto a perfect crest before he falls back into the melody, and by the time he’s belting out the chorus, head tipped back and eyes closed like he’s in the middle of a religious experience, Castiel is lost.

It’s all he can do just to listen, his attention absolutely captivated by this beautiful, impossibly talented man. In the moments when he’s no singing, he’s moving along to the riffs of the guitar or miming the notes themselves in the air, letting the music take over him and crooning against the microphone when he needs to.

Baby, oo-ooh… way down we go.

All of Castiel’s assumptions about this man had been so wrong.

By the time the song finishes, Castiel has been sitting with his mouth open for three and a half minutes with no work to show for it. The last notes of the song fade, and then Dean opens his eyes, made vulnerable and raw by the music. His smile is fragile, as though that rendition could have been anything less than perfect, as though Castiel could possibly find any room for improvement. Cas has recorded a lot of artists, but none of them had managed to floor him quite as thoroughly as what he’d just witnessed.

“Was that okay?” Dean asks, reaching up to adjust one of his headphones and watching Cas through the glass. Now that he knows what Dean is capable of, just how much talent he possesses, he finds him even more beautiful. Good god, his colleagues had been right to be jealous.

Castiel clears his throat, composes himself for a second, then presses his comms button and says, “Holy shit.”

[itsclydebitches]

Hi I saw your get to know me better thing and learnt that you knit. You watch elementary and you knit, ergo, you're now my best friend. It's non negotiable (jk).

Who wants to negotiate? I agree! :D 

Not gonna lie though, I’m a lazy knitter. Favorite thing in the world to make is blankets because gauge? Who’s she? Measuring?? Don’t know her. It’s a rectangle, friends, and it’s gonna be whatever size the universe dictates. Yes, I was binging Elementary while knitting that blanket up, so there are indeed numerous mistakes where I was horribly distracted by Lucky Liu in a suit. Do we care? No! Because it’s a blanket, very wide, much long, spotting the mistake is the knitting version of Where’s Waldo and I’m here for it. Blankets are practical. Blankets are cozy. EVERYONE is impressed when you give them a hand-knit blanket and you get to grin that spectacular grin, happily convincing the non-knitter that it really was a miraculous feat that brought this thing into existence. Should I expand my knitting knowledge sometime before I die? Probably. But for now I will continue to make giant fluff squares while watching Joan kick ass and Sherlock stand there looking appropriately impressed. Sometimes, life is good. 

[kimannhart]

I'M HERE TO MAKE A COMPLAINT. YOU BROKE MY HEART WITH THE ANGSTY WI!!!!

KNASKLDNFASDF I’M NOT SORRY  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[awstark]

A Stunning Angel™. Happy New Year bb!!!!!!

IT IS YOU WHO IS ANGEL

also happy new year i hope 2020 is gonna be kind as fuck to you ❤️❤️

[keyflight790]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!! YOU'RE AMAZING AND ILY!!!!

😘😘😘 Thank you Mey!!! So sweet!!!

[trashcanakin]

For the trope rate- friends to lovers

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

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I tend not to like this as much as Enemies-friends-lovers (heh) but I do fancy this trope!

Especially if it's partnered with "didn't know they were already datin'" 'cause B) yes!

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Though I will say, I don't search up this trope much 'cause most'a the time (or at least what I have seen so far) it's typically "childhood best friends turned lovers" an' tbh, I ain't a fan of that. I personally find it really cliche (or rather that I jus' don't find it of interest); but also I will die for my brotps an' "found family" tropes!

[envydean]

JENNY!!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR NO MAN'S WATERS TO BEGIN POSTING. HOW MANY CHAPTERS DO YOU THINK IT'LL BE JUST FYI? (SORRY NOT SORRY FOR EXCITED SCREAMING)

So far I have chapters 1-9 written and I think it’ll be around 13/14 chapters in the end :) 

I’m excited to share it :3

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Happy Birthday!!!!

Thank you!!!!!!!

[whelvenwings]

Checked out is an amazing story and I'm in Love with it asjuvfyht. And the art, the at is so so so awesome, I love it.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh OH THANK YOU SO MUCH for checking out the fic (heh you checked out Checked Out heh) and I’m so happy you enjoyed it!!!! so happy!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been waiting to post it for a little while now so it feels amazing to have it finally out there and YES OMG ISN’T THE ART SO SO WONDERFUL, I can’t believe what a brilliant job @purgatory-jar did with it. I got so lucky!!!

[winchester-cas]

When the Spn fandom goes to Hell and the real Lucifer meets us:

"What’s all this nonsense with Winchesters? There is nothing supernatural here and please keep down the salt. Who the fuck is Chuck?”

“No for the last time, there's no Crowley here"

"Don't laugh at me, I'm Lucifer wtf"

"No you can't have red spray paint to make demon traps. That shit doesn’t work.”

"Stop spraying salt at me, it doesn't fucking work"

"No, I ain’t scared of no Winchesters"

"Sister Jo? Your queen? What?"

"No I am not bisexual, what are you going on about"

“Who the fuck is Adam?”

"I DO NOT HAVE DADDY ISSUES, YOU CANNOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS"

“I want your soul not your sympathy!”

“Stop trying to make deals with me! I’m Lucifer you fuckers”

"I don't have red glowing eyes stop asking me to show them to YOU"

“I DONT HAVE A SON NAMED JACK WHAT THE FUCK”

“What makes you think that I would do the do with a MORTAL?”

“I’m the sole ruler of hell! Who is this Asmodeus that you keep mentioning?”

"Why would I possess the US president? he's worser than me. The only thing I would do with him his torture the hell out of him, if you would pardon my pun”

“What do you mean purgatory has better interior designing? What the fuck is purgatory?”

"I will not torture souls just cause you want entertainment. What is wrong with you?"

“No I can’t show you where Hitler is. I’m not some tour guide.”

“Fine. You want entertainment? We have loads of copies of Fifty Shades of Grey so go ahead”

"nO you cannot torture the author. Why are you so violent ffs"

“Stop calling me Luci! I’m Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen Angel, the rightful ruler of Hell itself.”

"Yes I have horns and no you cannot pet them. I am not a dog"

“And no you can’t manicure my horns wtf! They are divine and should not be handled by mortals”

"Stop trying to adopt a hell hound."

"Stop petting the hell hounds, they will not play fetch with you."

“For the millionth time! We don’t have wifi here! And stop counting on this Sam Winchester guy who doesn’t even exist”

“You can’t give nicknames to my ferocious beasts of Death! Cupcake is not an acceptable name for my mightiest beast!”

"What are these memes you speak of”

"Show me more memes"

“You can’t force me to watch Infinity War! This is hell! I do the torturing”

“Stop trying to find me a date! I don’t need this Tinder”

If you’re wondering, this is what happens when you put Avi ( @alecbaene ), Ash ( @theboykingsam ) and Medha ( @originalobjecttheorist ) in one WhatsApp group. So this shipost is a brainchild of all four of us ^^

[almaasi]

Did I wish you a happy birthday? I vaguely remember doing so, but maybe that was last year? (yes this is how out of it I am today). Happy birthday (again??? these things happen so much?) O_O

melilovesmakeup-blog said: Happy Birthday!!! You make me happy with your posts... Hope your day is the best

originalobjecttheorist said: Happy birthday in advance!!!

i’m 4 days late replying to this (HOW HAS IT BEEN 4 DAYS WHAT THE HECK) but thank you all so much

i hope multiple wonderful things happen to all of you!!! (also including anyone who left messages on my fics, or in the chat box thing which i dread to open!!!)

[tinkdw]

TINK TINK TINK TINK I CAN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE I JUST FINISHED THE EPISODE I CAN'T EVEN PUNCTUATE NOW HOW IS THIS EVEN REAL I MEAN THIS IS LIKE PRACTICALLY FANFICTION DID SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY RELEASE SOME FANFICTION THEY ACTED OUT FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES I'M JUST ALSHAKDBAKUELQOANDLANXNALDBAKZBDMANDBAKSHDJALNDHAJXBAKXBSNCBKANXBDJCNMLAJDHHA

I feel you, that was how coherent I was this morning :p

[itsclydebitches]

Hi Clyde ily!!!!

Ily too!! We haven’t chatted in a while gotta fix that~