#starved tv 2005

[arc-angel-o]

Jewelry Box

Some Billie/Alison emotional hurt/comfort

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

“I'm gonna find a diner, dig into the lore."

-

“Can I get you anything else honey?”

Sam gives a reflexive little jolt in the plasticky, vinyl seat of the corner booth he’s tucked into, he looks up and sees the waitress who’d brought him the solitary cup of coffee he’s been nursing since he arrived an hour ago.

“Sorry,” she says, voice soft, concerned little half smile on her face, “didn’t mean to scare ya!”

Sam feels warmth flood his cheeks, embarrassed. He really needs to get a better handle on his startle response, he thought he’d been getting better lately, with the Mark finally off Dean’s arm. But she’d taken him by surprise, absorbed as he’d been in a treatise on a specific subspecies of Vetala, native to the area he and Dean were headed. He’d told Dean he was going to dig into the local lore, probably this was digging too deep, but he enjoyed letting himself go down a rabbit hole when he had the opportunity. It felt like that wasn’t often these days, there was always something bigger looming on the horizon.

“I’m alright,” he replies, trying to sound relaxed “just a refill on the coffee if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” she leans in and grabs his cup. Sam catches a waft of her perfume, something warm and woody, hint of vanilla, and a floral scent of jasmine; a late summer’s evening lingering in the air just before dusk. Something flutters in the pit of his stomach, a sensation he’s not felt in . . . in a while. He swallows, watches as she turns and heads back to the counter. He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a breath, getting hold of himself. Everything drops away. Absently he twists his fingers together, thumb grazing over the palm of his left hand. His eyes open. The sounds and smells of the diner come rushing back: chink of cutlery on cheap china, low hum of voices interspersed with bursts of laughter, coffee and burger grease fighting each other for dominance. He drops his hands to the table, it feels solid beneath them.

There’s a small “thunk”. Another cup of coffee appears. Sam turns to thank the waitress, but she’s sliding into the seat opposite him. She smiles at him again, full smile this time, flash of pearly white teeth, and her eyes crinkle in the corners. “Hope you don’t mind?” she asks, sliding a plate with a pastry towards him. It's fresh and warm, little tendrils of steam coiling from it. “I know you said you just wanted coffee, but you look like you need it.”

“Thanks”, now that it’s there Sam can feel his stomach rumbling. He’d told Dean he was starving before he’d headed here, and then as usual he’d got caught up and forgotten all about food. He reaches forward and pulls the plate the rest of the way across the table.

“I uhh, I just finished my shift.” her voice is low, and she lets her false lashes drop slowly as she speaks, grazing her cheekbone. Oh! Sam looks at her again, properly this time, she’s pretty, really pretty, soft lips, cute nose, gently hooded brown eyes, long blonde hair that she’s just letting out of a ponytail. He hadn’t come here for this, and if he’s being honest with himself he usually would have smiled politely, said “another time” and then vanished off into the night. Certainly, he never would have initiated. He thinks again about the scent of her perfume, god she’d smelt good. Maybe . . . maybe he needs this. Something . . . uncomplicated. ‘You gotta learn to have fun. Seriously, it's pathetic’. His fingers grip the edge of the table again. Making sure.

“I’m Sam.” he mimics her same low tone, shapes his features into something soft and inviting, crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, dimples flashing.

“Piper”, she responds brightly, pleased at the reciprocation. She gestures at the pastry, “You going to eat that?”

Sam breathes a tiny sigh of relief that she didn’t mean right this second. He finds this much easier if he gets to talk to the person first, get to know them at least a tiny bit. As much as you can ever know someone you’ll likely never see again. He’s seen Dean walk up to a girl in a bar, whisper something in her ear, and them leave together, all in the space of five seconds, he’s never been able, never wanted to do that.

He picks up the pastry and takes a bite. This isn’t something he does often either these days, eat something sweet. It's good. Soft and warm, buttery, flaky, a hint of salt balancing out the sweetness.

They chat as Sam finishes eating, sipping his coffee. Piper waves another waitress over and has her bring a cup for her too. Sam watches as they exchange looks, an unsubtle “you go girl” grin on the other woman's face.

Piper’s working here to save up to go to nursing school. And, God, Dean can never know about this, he’s already teased Sam once or twice about having a “type”. She turned 30 last year and just decided she wasn’t gonna stay in this middle of nowhere, barely-a-town forever. She, of course, asks what he does, why he’s here, and as ever he carefully treads around the edges of reality, he’s a repair guy, work takes him all over, family business.

-

They finish their coffees at the same time. She pushes her cup away, looks at him expectantly, softly biting her bottom lip.

Ok.

Standing up from the booth, Sam chucks a ten-dollar note on the table, covering her coffee and the pastry too. She grabs his hand and leads him through a staff door out the back of the building. She meets his eyes, making sure. That calms a buzzing noise somewhere in the back of Sam’s skull. He nods. He wants this. She leans in, pushing him gently up against the wall of the diner, rough brick scraping at his back through his shirt. Their lips meet. He drinks in the smell of her again, feels her hair softly brush against his jaw. Her hand snakes round and clasps the back of his neck, fingertips curling into the short hairs at the nape. Yeah, ok, he needs this. Piper parts her lips and her tongue licks across his, he opens his mouth and lets her in, tastes the lingering ghost of the coffee. Sam shivers. They pull back, foreheads lean together. Piper's breath tickles his nose. Unexpectedly, he lets out a tiny giggle at the sensation. She giggles back.

“I live a bus ride away and I don’t know about you but I don’t think I can wait around for a bus right now...” She starts trailing kisses down his jawline. A faint moan escapes his chest.

They could get a motel. For some reason though he hears himself say “car’s parked just round the corner.” Classy Sam! She raises an eyebrow and for a second he thinks he’s fucked it up, couldn’t exactly blame her. But instead she kisses him again, sloppy and wet, needy. And then.

“Haven’t done that since I was a teenager! Could be fun!”

“Me neither” Sam says. Dean is going to kill him. He slides a hand down her side to settle at her waist, his eyes drifting shut, just taking in the warmth of her radiating through her uniform. Something about body heat and soft flesh under his fingers contrasted with the cold chill of the night air is keeping him here, keeping him present. He fucked a lot the year he was soulless. He remembers it, but the memories are at a distance, a sickening disconnect between himself and the actions of his body. He has to be present for this.

-

The car is definitely not the most convenient place he could have chosen. It really has been a long while since he’s done this, at all, but in the car in particular because he doesn’t remember having to contort himself quite this much to make it work before! Piper doesn’t seem to mind though, so he guesses it's ok. He wonders vaguely if maybe he didn’t suggest a motel because of Amelia. The last time he'd done anything had been in that motel room in Texas that he’d never returned to. He doesn’t know if she did. He never will. So much has happened since then.

-

Piper’s eager to take the lead and he’s more than happy to let her. She’s straddling him, his head and shoulders propped up against one car door, lower back on the seat, feet pressed awkwardly up against the other door. She undoes the buttons of his shirt, leisurely, taking her time. She pushes the plaid aside, slipping it as far off his shoulders as the cramped conditions will allow, pushes his t-shirt up to his neck. Taking in the expanse of firm muscle she rakes her nails across his chest. His back arches against the leather of the seat. Piper gives him a satisfied smile. and gets to work on the buttons of her uniform, shimmying it all the way off, dropping it down into the footwell. She grabs his hands and places them firmly on her breasts. His breath hitches in his chest, she’s looking down at him, playful light dancing in her eyes, and her hair, her blonde hair, is cascading down across her shoulders. He’s slipping. He’s not been with a girl, with anyone, with blonde hair, since. . .

“Are you ok?” She whispers. Oh god. This was supposed to be fun. Fun and uncomplicated, and here goes his stupid brain making it anything but that. Pathetic. He blinks. She doesn’t really look anything like Jess.

“Yeah,” he responds, and he can feel himself blushing. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He means it.

“Ok.”

He slides his hands to her back, fumbling for a second to unhook her bra. He’s sure he used to be quicker at this. The bra falls into the footwell, joining her uniform, silky lace slipping through his fingers.

His hands cup her bare breasts, her skin is soft and supple, and now she’s shed her clothes he can properly feel the warmth of her. She whimpers as he brushes his thumb over a nipple. For the first time, he can feel himself truly relax into this. He wends a hand up into her hair, and uses the leverage of his hand on the back of her head to pull himself up to kiss her. She’s tugging at the fly of his jeans and he gasps softly as her fingers make contact with the hard length of his cock through his boxers. He lets himself feel every ounce of the sensation. He's here, in his body, it's his, no-one else's. The door handle presses hard into his shoulder blade. His free hand trails lightly across her stomach, and down, slipping beneath the fabric of her thong. She buries her face into the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin.

-

He's teetering on the edge, pressure coiling, building. He can't let go, he needs something more to ground him. As if she knows, Piper suddenly grabs hold of his wrists, her fingernails dig into his skin, sharp pin pricks of pain. It's enough.

-

“That was . . .” she’s still breathing hard, struggling to get the words out. Propping herself up, barely, her hands planted either side of his shoulders, looking down at him.

“Yeah,” Sam responds, he leans up and kisses her softly again.

She collapses against his chest, a buoyant little laugh escaping her. Sam curls an arm across her back. There’s no way this is going to be comfortable, for either of them, for long, but maybe they can just rest here, just a little while.

-

“Who are you?” Piper’s confused, maybe somewhat interested, voice rouses Sam.

“Oh!” Dean's tone of surprise rings out across the car.

“Ah, good morning. That's, uh, my brother Dean.” Oh my god.

“Sorry, Sam, I didn't - I didn't realize you had company. Sam can feel Dean's palpable amusement radiating off him.

“Can you uh, give us a minute.”

-

They’ve both somehow managed to get their clothes back on and mostly presentable. Piper steps a foot out of the car, leaning down to say goodbye. “Wait” Sam hears himself say. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Do you want my number?” He doesn’t even really know why he’s saying it. It seems like the right thing to do.

She looks at him for a long moment, considering it. “That’s ok.” Maybe she’s seen something on his face. “I really did have a good time though.”

“Me too.” He means it.

She gives him a quick peck on the lips. As Sam cranes out of the car he spots Dean hovering inconspicuously a few feet away, no doubt hoping to catch a fragment of their parting. He can be so fucking nosy sometimes. He already knows he’s not going to let him forget about this for weeks, at minimum. At least he seems to have settled on teasing rather than anger at Sam “violating the sanctity of the car” or some shit.

He leans back in, his head rests against the seat. Lets out a breath. He’d wondered if something would have changed in him. If suddenly he’d feel like doing this again would be easy. It hasn't. Maybe, someday. With someone more permanent. Someone to whom he could even begin to explain the tangled knot that wraps itself around every part of his insides. He really does still want that.

-

Sam's finishing buttoning up his red checked plaid. Dean slips a tape out of the box.

“Dean, I can explain what was going on -” How does Dean still have the ability to make him feel he has to explain himself, flustered like an awkward teenager? Well, maybe the car sex had something to do with that too.

The song starts up. Fucking hell. Yeah he is literally never hearing the end of this.

“Don't “Night Moves” me!” Sam's aiming for indignation but he can't quite get there. Sometimes his brother is just too cheesy to let anything outcompete his fondness.

Somehow he ends up singing with Dean. Plays along with the teasing. Uncomplicated.

“Digging into the lore. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Dean says delighted with himself at the quip.

Sam huffs out a little chuckle, tips his head back.

“Man, I needed that,” he says.

He means it.

[hellverse]

wrote a little thing (emphasis on little) about dean trying to provoke cas and cas being, well, a little slow about it. check it out on ao3 or below the cut if you wanna, xo

Dean was bored. So. Very. Bored. He was convinced that if there was anything left to learn, they would have learnt it by now. Sam had already clocked himself out about an hour or so ago, which in his mind, served as a pretty good sign that they could be done for the night. They could just continue this tomorrow. Or later. Or simply at any other time but now. Because right now, Dean just wanted to drag Cas to their bedroom, and certainly not for sleeping purposes. It wasn't like he was touch starved, the two of them spent plenty of time passing up on some good night sleeps, trading them for early morning coffees and midday naps. But sometimes, Cas would get into one of those stubborn, help-the-world moods, where nothing else seemed to register. One could call it dedication, Dean, however, liked to think of it as the evil reverse viagra he had to defeat. 

And of course, as Dean’s luck would have it, they had been stuck in a bit of a loop recently. Although he was pretty sure Sam could handle it on his own, if he wanted, or passed it on to someone else, he and Cas were insistent on helping. At the end of the day, Dean knew he would’ve made the same decision, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. He felt somewhat normal for the first time in, well, a while, and wanted to stay in their little bubble just a little longer. Sue him. But...duty calls. 

Dean was sitting with his legs stretched, crossed at the ankles, staring at the ceiling, when he turned his head to take a peek at Cas. The angel was burning holes into some book, concentrating at such a level he almost looked like a statue - an immortalised bookworm. Cute. Hot, even. There was something about the way his face looked, how serious he was, how his brows were just a little furrowed, and how the line between them was starting to show itself. It certainly reminded me of Dean of something. 

“Cas," no answer, "Cas!” 

The angel lifted his head in Dean’s direction, keeping his eyes on the book for five seconds longer before eventually looking at him. Cas smiled, something small and sweet dancing at the corners of his mouth. It was making Dean even more antsy, just thinking about how different his smile could be if he were to just- 

“Did you want something?” Cas interrupted before he could even finish his thought. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I did. Um, are you gonna be, uh, done soon?” 

"You can go to bed if you're tired, Dean, I don't mind staying here on my own," he said almost matter-of-factly. 

If only that were the issue , Dean thought to himself. Admittedly, he could just tell Cas what he wants, it's not like the angel couldn't return to this later, after all, he's not the one who needs sleep. The issue, however, would be that Dean wouldn’t want him to leave. He never does. And although they haven’t ever discussed it, he has a feeling that Cas doesn’t like it either. Call it a hunch. 

As much as Dean couldn’t focus on the research, he also knew, believed really, that he had enough brain power left in him to come up with a plan. Okay, maybe less plan, more technique of how to turn Cas away from reading and more to, well, him. 

While the wheels were turning in his head, he must've been staring at Cas pretty intensely, as his blue eyes suddenly left the page again, locking with Dean's own. He could see the other glance down for just a second, where his thumb was resting on his lower lip, before speaking. 

"Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm wonderful," Dean quickly answered, smiling, purposefully dragging the thumb across his lip. 

Cas stared at him for a second, wheels of his own probably spinning in that pretty head of his. Eventually, however, much to Dean's dislike, he turned back to the book. 

The thing about Cas was that he could be a little...unaware sometimes. Especially when his mind was focused on something else. And what is there for Dean to do, if not have a little fun with it? He wasn't opposed to some light teasing, provoking, especially when he could watch Cas slowly get the point of what Dean was suggesting, watch the little light bulb go off behind his eyes. 

Even with the anticipation buzzing all the way down to his fingertips, Dean wanted to make sure he would see this through. It was already past midnight, but he was sure coffee could only do some good, considering the plans he had. And besides, Cas could have some too. Not that he needed it, of course, but it had become something of a habit for the angel. 

"I'm gonna go fetch some coffee, do you want some, sweetheart?" Dean let his voice go sweet, putting a certain weight behind the pet name. They weren't exactly big on those, but when the moment calls...

Cas stared at him again, head slightly titled. Dean couldn't quite tell if he was getting suspicious or just a little ticked off by all the interruptions. 

"Sure, I'll take some if you're going."

Dean beamed at him, as he got up from his chair. Before going to the kitchen, however, he decided to see exactly what Cas was reading. And by 'see', he really meant lean down and pretend like he had a reason as to why he's gone over to Cas' side of the table before getting the coffee. Dean positioned himself on the left of the angel, resting the palm of his hand on the table, and putting the other hand on Cas' back, lightly drawing circles on the skin with his middle finger, right above where his shirt that Cas was wearing began. 

"Which book is this?" Dean asked, slightly turning his head in Cas' direction, but not looking at him. 

"The, um, it's about-"

"No," he chuckled, "I mean the number, how many have you read?" 

"Oh," Cas smiled, "I think this must be my fifth if I'm remembering correctly."

"Ah, well, haven't you just been such a hard worker today?" he placed a quick kiss on Cas' temple, before finally making his way to the kitchen. 

"Such hard work should be followed by a good reward," Dean whispered to himself. 

When he returned with the two coffees, Cas was still in the same position. Figures. He shuffled towards him, placing both of the mugs closer to the middle of the table, so as not to disturb the books placed in a half circle around the angel. 

"Hey," Dean muttered quietly, letting Cas know he was back, just in case he was too focused and didn't hear him come back. 

"Hi, Dean, thank you," he smiled.

It was moments like these, where it was just the two of them, the world quiet and calm like a field covered in snow, no wind and no footsteps, that convinced Dean he would never not feel the way he does now. Even before the confessions and first kisses, there was something about the way Cas would smile at him. It always went hand in hand with a pinch between his ribs, somewhat painful and warm. He kind of expected it to change, now that he knew the other felt the same, now that he had stopped telling himself it would never happen, now that the two of them were different. And yet it hadn't, not really. It knocks something in him loose every time, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad. 

Cas put his book down, interrupting Dean's thoughts once again, presumably to take a sip of his coffee, and Dean simply couldn't pass up that chance. He leant down, gently placing his hands on either side of the angel's face, and kissed him. The immediate jolt at the base of his spine served as a great reminder of what he was after. Cas kissed him back with no hesitation, something lazy and content in the way his lips were moving against Dean's own. That alone was enough for him to rethink his ways, thoughts of just grabbing Cas by the hand and dragging him to their bedroom flooding his mind. But again, where was the fun in that? More than anything, he was craving to see that light bulb moment, when Cas' eyes turned a darker shade of blue, knowing that the buzz in their stomachs and fingers matched each others. 

Dean decided to stay set in his ways, but that didn't mean his self-control was intact. He deepened the kiss, urgency colouring his own quiet sounds, tongue brushing against Cas' lower lip. He could feel one of the angel's hands, the one resting on his waist, softly grabbing at his shirt. 

He ended the kiss with a sharp inhale, eyes closed for a second longer, til the ground beneath his feet felt solid again. 

"Dean.." the rasp in Cas' voice almost made Dean lose his footing again. A beat of silence covered the room, letting Dean focus on the pulsating feeling in his cheeks. 

"What was that for?" Cas looked serious but only in a confused, have-I-missed-something kind of way. It took Dean everything he had not to jump him again. Instead, he just flashed a quick grin at Cas and winked. 

"Nothin', blue eyes, 's just because," he said, giving Cas one last peck on the lips.

He could feel Cas' eyes follow him, as he walked back to his side of the table, right across from Cas. When he looked up, he could see the slight twitch in the angel's eyebrow. For a celestial being, especially one that has seen a lot of what the world has to offer, he really couldn't be any more oblivious sometimes. 

Dean sat back in his chair, the warm coffee cup in his hands matching the warmth in the pit of his stomach. Cas was back to reading again, though Dean could tell he was a little more fidgety than before. He smiled to himself, as he lifted the cup to his lips. He could pretend he was reading, but even that seemed like too much work. After all, he was more than happy to just watch Cas. With the angel already slightly on edge, it was only a matter of time before he was glancing up at Dean every few minutes. 

"Dean...," Cas finally broke after about 30 minutes.

"What?" Dean answered, playing it up just a little bit to sound offended. 

"Why are you staring?"

"Can I not look at my very handsome boyfriend?" he smiled. If there was a gun to his head, he'd have to admit he even fluttered his eyelashes a little.  

The term 'boyfriend', similar to pet names, wasn't something that the pair used very often, but sometimes, well, there was just no way getting past it. Dean didn't necessarily mind the word, just needed some time to get used to it, he thought. 

He could see the slight blush forming in Cas' cheeks. The angel lowered his head, about to return to his task, before looking back up at Dean through his eyebrows for a split second. A look nearly bordering on 'knock it off', but not quite. 

The glances continued, almost like Cas was trying to catch him in the act, like something he did would give away whatever it was that he was thinking. Dean, of course, only saw that as an opportunity to continue his little show. 

By this point he had already finished his coffee, the ring finger of his right hand sliding in circles around the rim of the cup. It wasn't exactly a conscious action, not until he saw Cas glance at his hand. After that, he made it a point to look Cas up and down the next time his eyes wandered back to Dean. The angel only squinted at him.

He had noticed Cas finish off his own coffee not too long ago, so after a few minutes of pretend daydreaming, he got up, hand under his shirt, the palm of his hand resting on his ribs. This time around it wasn't so unintentional, his shirt pulling up slightly, exposing the skin. If Cas could burn holes in him, he was sure he'd be all burnt up by now. But who was he to complain? 

He slowly made his way to the kitchen for a second time, washing up the cups, and sorting out a few other things while he was there. It was nearing 4 am, and as entertaining as it had been, Dean was ready to actually get things going. 

He walked back into the library with a purpose, heading straight to Cas. The angel didn't even have time to blink before Dean was already in front of him, arm stretched out as if he was asking him to dance. Cas put his hand in Dean's, suspicion in his eyes almost completely masked by the gentle amusement. 

Dean barely waited for him to get on his feet before grabbing Cas by the waist with one hand and dragging him closer. Cas just smiled, head tilted to the left ever so slightly.  Good , Dean thought,  better access . 

"I think you should be done now," Dean muttered before scattering light kisses on Cas' neck. 

"Oh, should I?" the angel said, amusement now clear in his voice, Dean humming against his neck.

Dean lifted his head only to give Cas a look that in his head couldn't have looked anything short of hungry. That must've finally filled the missing gap in the angel's mind, as Cas' face finally mirrored the expression that Dean had been thinking about for hours now. The split second of surprise bled into understanding, and his eyes darkened. Maybe it wasn't so much a light bulb going off, as it was a light bulb exploding.

"Oh," Cas whispered.

"Oh," Dean echoed, teasing, whilst it was still his turn. 

"I think you might be right," Cas said, as he stepped forward, hand resting on Dean's chest, softly pushing him back, "I've done enough work for today."

Dean let the angel guide him until he felt his back hit the pillar, the coldness of it seeping through his shirt, a nice distraction from the heat of his own body. Though that didn't last long, as Cas pressed against him, hands sneaking under his shirt, much like Dean himself had done earlier. Cas slid his hand up and down Dean's sides, his fingertips occasionally sinking into Dean's skin. 

He launched forward, only to have Cas swiftly pull back like he was already expecting it. As soon as Dean let his head fall back, resting against the pillar, Cas leaned closer to him again, lips almost touching and whispered:

"I understand you've had your fun, but what about me?" voice sweet, smiling, moving further back and then closer again in waves. 

"Cas..." Dean breathed just as quietly, his throat dry, "Cas, once we get to the bedroom you can have all the fun you want."

"Oh," Cas immediately pulled back, "well, if you say so, Dean." 

As soon as the sentence left Cas' lips, Dean knew. He knew that Cas wouldn't let up until Dean was bordering on incoherent, and, oh, he just couldn't wait. 

[according2thelore]

Charlotte and I participated this year in Now It's Perfect 2023! Thank you so much to @digitalmeowmix for hosting! :)

Excerpt:

"It’s been minutes but Dean’s been starving for him, deprived of the depth of feeling.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean says, weak to anything else, and watches the smile on Sam’s face, the way his face looks not contorted by grief in the seconds that it had before Dean had lost consciousness.

“Dean,” Sam says, and isn’t that the goddamn thing? Dean can’t take it a second more, the buzzing under his skin is indomitable.

He reaches forward, and Sam’s already pulling him into a hug.

Or: Sam gets to Heaven, and now they might actually have to get their shit together..."

You can read this fic here, and the full collection here. Everyone did such an amazing job this year--I loved reading/seeing everyone's incredible work!

We had a lot of fun putting our pieces together. We plotted the fic in August, and it's a relief to have it out there, lol. Charlotte's art is incredible!!! Show-stopping!! Stunning!! (And I might have figured out how to insert it into AO3 this time, yeehaw.)

-Lizzy

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

A cute little Sabriel fic for all those starved shippers out there (I’m one of them)

This fic is certainly something, updates are roughly once a month, it’s a mixture of canon but still sticks to the major events. I found with some fics (which I absolutely adored) that when Gabriel got involved everything was instantly better, I thought I’d try divert from those types of fics just because I was feeling evil.

Summary:

Gabriel had no choice but to love from afar, he knew this. When it had become love, he wasn't entirely sure. After all, Sam was Lucifer's vessel. Gabriel should be quite literally anywhere else but in the young Winchester's head.

Sam didn’t like Gabriel, or at least he thought he didn’t. Sam wasn’t sure why he actually started to enjoy the company of the archangel, a stark contrast from the other angels he knew.

Neither of them felt as though they deserved a happy ending, they had too much to atone for. But maybe, just maybe, they could have even a moment of happiness, even if it couldn’t be for eternity.

[razorfst]

Andrei Lupei's Timeline:

I figured this would be easy to do, a catch all post to show what he's been through, how old he was when it happened, what happened, and all of that up until the present where we know him. This is going to cover main verse, there are parts that can split off into his other verses but they won't be covered here fully, just maybe noted with a symbol to be explained at the end.

October 13, 1998 - Mattias Andrei Lupei is born and is dropped off on the steps of the orphanage in the blanket given by the hospital

December 2, 1998 - Adopted by Otto and Elizabeth Fischer, a German-Romanian family who then took him back to Munich.

November 23, 2001 - Earliest memories of being told he wasn't a member of the family, he was adopted, verbally being mistreated.

June 4, 2005 - After six years of verbal and physical mistreatment, Andrei couldn't handle it anymore and chose to run away where he lived on the streets of Munich before an attempt to make his way home to Romania.*

July 2, 2005 - After sneaking on trains with families, he arrived in Bucharest, Romania where he started to try and look for his birth parents and failed very quickly into this search.

October 13, 2005 - After several months of stealing and begging for food and money, anyway to survive, he was approached by older boys probably five years older who proceeded to bully him. Andrei fought back but he was outnumbered and they were bigger, the fight resulting in the partial split of his tongue and his first major wound. ( Post here )

March 6, 2009 - Andrei steals a sandwich from a shop after starving, thinking he had an opening only to be seen by the shop owner's son who chased after him. He was older than Andrei, easily catching up to him and using his size to throw him into a wall before continuing to throw him around and teach a lesson that eventually caused a concussion. That concussion made him lose his sense of smell for the rest of his life. ( Post here )

April 16, 2011 - He spies his newest target to steal from, distracted, he pickpockets him but is immediately discovered and taken into an alley. He throws back the wallet with everything inside of it while he apologies but learns that he disrespected and insulted a rather powerful mob boss. A lesson needed to be taught and so as punishment, the mobster had the young boy's right hand removed with a large blade. They made sure he didn't bleed out so he would survive and learn in his lesson before leaving him in the alley.** ( Post here )

May 4 2012 - Battle of New York, he hears about it in passing and watches what he can on tv's while out on the streets.

February 20 2014 - Andrei steals from a man that seems distracted, taking his wallet and everything he needed before tossing it aside in an alley and moving on only to see him coming his way. In response, Andrei began to juggle three balls with his one arm to attempt to be appear innocent to the man. That was when he introduced himself as Wenwu and takes the young Romanian in as his son.

February 2014-2024 - Andrei is raised for the next ten years as Wenwu's son, being taught discipline, martial arts, self defense, languages, assassination, and leadership all in the name of the Ten Rings. He becomes blindly loyal to Wenwu, the man he sees as a father and who he owes a never ending debt to for taking him in and giving him a home and a purpose. He grows to be large, muscular, serious, determined, and deadly. Andrei becomes Wenwu's second in command, his general.

Several Months of 2024 - Ten years after Shangqi ran away, Andrei is sent by their father to retrieve his necklace and does what he is told. The rest of the movie takes place where he almost dies and loses his father in the Battle of Ta Lo. He takes his rightful side alongside Xialing who takes over the Ten Rings after their father, leading into the present time.***

* - The first divergency for another verse, Andrei stays in Germany instead of going back to Romania and grows up there on the streets but finds some nice souls who let him work for a place to stay here and there while he goes through school. Once he finishes, he doesn't go to University but instead enlists into the military and joins the Kommando Spezialkräfte Marine. ( Modern/Soldier Verse ) ** - The second divergency for another verse is that Anton, the mob boss, does not cut off Andrei's hand but instead admires the bravery of the boy and his will to survive and thus takes him in as his son and heir to his family empire of crime. ( Mafia Verse ) *** - The third and last divergency for another verse is that instead of Xialing taking over the Ten Rings, Andrei does instead. He was raised to be the replacement of Shangqi and so as such, he takes the rightful spot he had been trained for as the new leader after Wenwu's death. ( Leader of the Ten Rings Verse )

For more overall information, his bio and verses can be found on his google doc here.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Your My Angel for Tonight

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFJRMLO by Bunnythatmeows Started off as a one shot but I’m gunna turn it into a story . Dean Winchester and Castiel having to share a hotel room that only has one bed . Dean has trouble accepting he’s not straight but bi . Castiel helps him slowly accept himself . Cute relationship stuff with smut here and there Words: 5448, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Forced Proximity, There Was Only One Bed, Sharing a Room, Dom/sub, playful, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Destiel - Freeform, Internalized Homophobia, Touch-Starved, love language is touch, Praise, Daddy Issues, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Aftercare, Hotel Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFJRMLO

[ao3feed-zukka]

Hold me

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/HznKxqG by trashygarlic Written for Zukka week 2024: day 7 touch or touch starved Zuko hates being touched, unless it's Sokka Words: 846, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), Avatar the Last Airbender - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Zukka Week (Avatar), Comfort No Hurt, Established Relationship, Established Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Married Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Boys In Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Bending (Avatar TV) Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/HznKxqG

[ao3-wincestiel]

Love Universe

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jFqQpoH by Nightcrawler247 Castiel accidentally falls into a another universe. In a world where people are more physically affectionate naturally. Where you greet strangers with hugs when you first meet them rather then handshakes. Where you kiss loved ones when you see them after a while. Even touch starved hunter children like Sam and Dean would grow up in such a world. You can only imagine how co-dependent brothers in this universe would act when their best friend Castiel comes back from the dead. Rated Mature for now because I'm not sure if I'm going to make this explicit later or keep it fluffy only. Words: 52, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 5 of All My Supernatural Stories Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Fluff, Multiverse, Alternate Universe, Polyamory read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jFqQpoH via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester'

[arc-angel-o]

Sam is so straight, those red shoes are so ugly

[rocksalt-and-pie]

@ the three other girlies in the fandom who don't hate Ketch and appreciate him for being THAT bitch (hot bastard sexy evil milfman representation and one of the funniest bitches on the show) who are just like me starving for content, weep no more. I have just the fic for the four of us.

This is a Dean/Ketch fic taking place during episode 13.18 Bring 'em Back Alive, in which Dean and Ketch travel to apocalypse world and the entire episode is basically already a hurt/comfort enemies to foxhole buddies fantasy as it is. But there is a gap between scenes that needed to be filled!

[constellationdewdrops]

i must have mental illness a lot of motivation so i alphabatized + timeline'd a list of albums from @happybirthdayxalbum (one of my gimmicks) under the cut (1995-2024)

timeline:

1995-99 life - the cardigans (march 1 1995) first band on the moon - the cardigans (january 1 1996) hellbilly deluxe - rob zombie (january 1 1998) le tigre - le tigre (january 11 1999) 2005 demon days - gorillaz (may 11 2005) 2005 whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not - arctic monkeys (jan 23 2006) 2011 my back is killing me baby - car seat headrest (march 26 2011) i hate jazz - mike krol (may 10 2011) camp - childish gambino (november 15 2011) 2012 living while starving (november 22 2012) hawaii: part ii - miracle musical (december 12 2012) 2013 and the ringmaster is pleased to introduce… - a verbal equinox (jan 19 2013) finite form - jack stauber (march 18 2013) monomania - car seat headrest (august 1 2013) nervous young man - car seat headrest (august 23 2013) am - arctic monkeys (september 9 2013) 2014 how to leave town - car seat headrest (october 31 2014) 2015 life rips - mommy long legs (march 13 2015) everything is a lot - will wood and the tapeworms (may 20 2015) gawk - vundabar (july 24 2015) punk rocks for kids who can’t skate - destructo disk (aug 1 2015) self-ish - will wood and the tapeworms (august 23 2015) teens of style - car seat headrest (october 30 2015) 2016 who really cares - tv girl (feb 25 2016) spirit phone - lemon demon (feb 29 2016) Teens of denial - car seat headrest (may 20 2016) “awake, my love!” - childish gambino (december 2 2016) 2017 maggot - dazey and the scouts (april 13 2017) 2018 twin fantasy ftf - car seat headrest (feb 16 2018) peace and quiet - awfultune (april 2 2018) volume 1 - amigo the devil (may 4 2018) puppy luv - awfultune (june 3 2018) try your best - mommy long legs (june 22 2018) the great tale of how i ruined it all - jhariah (august 10 2018) make room - destroy boys (october 19 2018) obnoxious liberal: the musical - rio romeo (november 25 2018) 2019 micheal - awfultune (january 19 2019) i want to be normal - awfultune (feb 28 2019) recently - liana flores (april 10 2019) 21 - awfultune (july 2 2019) the fall of hobo johnson - hobo johnson (september 13 2019) unreleased demos - awfultune (december 17 2019) 2020 splittsville - teddy hyde (january 4 2020) kid krow - conan gray (march 20 2020) 3.15.20 by childish gambino (march 20 2020) making a door less open - car seat headrest (may 1 2020) the normal album - will wood (july 10 2020) layla - awfultune (july 28 2020) punch me! this is a nightmare! - yasmin nur (september 19 2020) party favors - sir chloe (october 23 2020) dear sarah - awfultune (december 2 2020) 2021 ok orchestra - ajr (march 26 2021) juno goes to the big house - sorry mom (april 20 2021) middle of a stage - kevinkempt (july 9 2021) a beginner’s guide to faking your death - jhariah (july 23 2021) loudmouth - vial (july 30 2021) fuck these fuckin facists - the muslims (september 24 2021) thinking about bugs - criKet (november 12 2021) 2022 eden - awfultune (april 29 2022) two fictitious stories (alongside mine) - kevinkempt (july 8 2022) “in case i make it,” - will wood (july 29 2022) honeybee table at the butterfly feast - teen suicide (august 26 2022) suckerpunch - chloe moriondo (october 7 2022) 2023 in case i die - will wood (january 13 2023) babyface - sorry mom (may 12 2023) grapes upon the vine - tv girl (june 30 2023) You are who you hang out with - the front bottoms (august 4 2023) mono - k. flay (september 15 2023) good god! - rio romeo (september 23 2023) girl’s night - penelope scott (november 3 2023) can i have your attention? - kevinkempt (november 10 2023) 2024 someone to forget - kevinkempt (april 3 2024) trust ceremony - jhariah (april 19 2024)

alphabatized:

A

and the ringmaster is pleased to introduce… - a verbal equinox (jan 19 2013)

a beginner’s guide to faking your death - jhariah (july 23 2021)

am - arctic monkeys (september 9 2013)

“awake, my love!” - childish gambino (december 2 2016)

B

babyface - sorry mom (may 12 2023)

C

can i have your attention? - kevinkempt (november 10 2023)

camp - childish gambino (november 15 2011)

D

demon days - gorillaz (may 11 2005)

dear sarah - awfultune (december 2 2020)

E

everything is a lot - will wood and the tapeworms (may 20 2015)

eden - awfultune (april 29 2022)

F

finite form - jack stauber (march 18 2013)

fuck these fuckin facists - the muslims (september 24 2021)

first band on the moon - the cardigans (january 1 1996)

G

grapes upon the vine - tv girl (june 30 2023)

gawk - vundabar (july 24 2015)

good god! - rio romeo (september 23 2023)

girl’s night - penelope scott (november 3 2023)

H

honeybee table at the butterfly feast - teen suicide (august 26 2022)

how to leave town - car seat headrest (october 31 2014)

hawaii: part ii - miracle musical (december 12 2012)

hellbilly deluxe - rob zombie (january 1 1998)

I

i hate jazz - mike krol (may 10 2011)

“in case i make it,” - will wood (july 29 2022)

in case i die - will wood (january 13 2023)

i want to be normal - awfultune (feb 28 2019)

J

juno goes to the big house - sorry mom (april 20 2021)

K

kid krow - conan gray (march 20 2020)

L

life rips - mommy long legs (march 13 2015)

life - the cardigans (march 1 1995)

layla - awfultune (july 28 2020)

loudmouth - vial (july 30 2021)

living while starving (november 22 2012)

le tigre - le tigre (january 11 1999)

M

making a door less open - car seat headrest (may 1 2020)

maggot - dazey and the scouts (april 13 2017)

my back is killing me baby - car seat headrest (march 26 2011)

middle of a stage - kevinkempt (july 9 2021)

monomania - car seat headrest (august 1 2013)

mono - k. flay (september 15 2023)

make room - destroy boys (october 19 2018)

micheal - awfultune (january 19 2019)

N

nervous young man - car seat headrest (august 23 2013)

O

ok orchestra - ajr (march 26 2021)

obnoxious liberal: the musical - rio romeo (november 25 2018)

P

puppy luv - awfultune (june 3 2018)

peace and quiet - awfultune (april 2 2018)

punk rocks for kids who can’t skate - destructo disk (aug 1 2015)

punch me! this is a nightmare! - yasmin nur (september 19 2020)

party favors - sir chloe (october 23 2020)

R

recently - liana flores (april 10 2019)

S

spirit phone - lemon demon (feb 29 2016)

self-ish - will wood and the tapeworms (august 23 2015)

suckerpunch - chloe moriondo (october 7 2022)

splittsville - teddy hyde (january 4 2020)

someone to forget - kevinkempt (april 3 2024)

T

Teens of denial - car seat headrest (may 20 2016)

twin fantasy ftf - car seat headrest (feb 16 2018)

try your best - mommy long legs (june 22 2018)

two fictitious stories (alongside mine) - kevinkempt (july 8 2022)

the normal album - will wood (july 10 2020)

the great tale of how i ruined it all - jhariah (august 10 2018)

the fall of hobo johnson - hobo johnson (september 13 2019)

teens of style - car seat headrest (october 30 2015)

thinking about bugs - criKet (november 12 2021)

trust ceremony - jhariah (april 19 2024)

U

unreleased demos - awfultune (december 17 2019)

V

volume 1 - amigo the devil (may 4 2018)

W

who really cares - tv girl (feb 25 2016)

whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not - arctic monkeys (jan 23 2006)

Y

You are who you hang out with - the front bottoms (august 4 2023)

Z

Numbers

21 - awfultune (july 2 2019)

3.15.20 by childish gambino (march 20 2020)

[fredseibertdotcom]

Next New Networks, Part 2 : “YouTube will be our distributor.”

I’m going to try, in as few posts as possible, to create a coherent timeline of the short, eventful life of Next New Networks, an early, consequential moment in streaming video history. 

From Part 1: There was almost no “professional” quality video on iTunes in November 2005. The result for us? 1 million downloads in the first 30 days! We had some hits! 

Part 2: Early 2006 

Wait! What? iTunes? What about YouTube?! 

Let’s set the scene of online video in late 2005. The consumer internet is still coming into its own. Broadband connections, which will supercharge video consumption, have barely made themselves known. Vimeo is first, but starved by its corporate parent, YouTube is going to be the big thing, but it’s still independent, Google has launched its own (ultimately failed) competitor. No one understands who/what online video is for. 

In our case, we announced Channel Frederator and VOD Cars as “video podcasts” and YouTube was wedding videos and baby’s birthday party. Apple iTunes was the place for podcasts, and Emil and David Karp were the only two people who’d pointed out to me that iTunes had recently been optimized to handle video, not just audio. 

What did it all mean to me? Who the fuck knows? I had no particular plan, neither did Emil. Things just seemed cool, it was fun. I had a loose professional agenda, but it was a cartoon agenda, not particularly an online video strategy. 

That said, as our numbers kept growing, and Steve Jobs used our logo in live presentations for the Video iPod, I said to Emil: 

“You know, if we could launch 100 of these channels with this kind of performance, we could have our own media company!” Emil nodded, and we decided to register www.NextNewNetworks.com in January 2006. What the hey! 

Like a lot of people, I was intrigued with the notion that the internet would allow everyone to watch "television" (video?) everywhere. Emil pushed me along as early as 2001, showing me how internet TV would be better served with a user interface like early AOL, prophetically the same as we now have with so-called "smart TVs."

Well, great! But still, no plan. 

Jed Simmons @Next New Networks 2009

Until Jed Simmons started showing up. 

Jed and I had been partners at Turner Broadcasting, the top two dogs running Hanna-Barbera Cartoons for Ted Turner until he sold his whole company to Time Warner (now WBD). He’d moved to the UK, got involved in venture, moved back to NewYork, I moved back to NY to run MTV’s online business for a minute, quit and opened Frederator/NY in addition to LA’s Frederator Studios. I suggested that he take a desk in our office and we could get into trouble together. The office was an open plan (I didn’t want to spend money to put up walls) so he could hear everything my big mouth spouted. 

There might have been any plan, no strategy, but it sure was exciting. Thousands of views a day, hundreds of submissions of animated shorts –people still hadn’t realized that they could control the internet as well as well could– it was a brave new world. I would tell anyone who would listen how neat it all was. 

Jed would ask me about what I was going to do with it all, I pushed him away. One day, he asked if I’d talked to any VCs. I didn’t know what he was talking about. He patiently explained and told me that a buddy we’d worked with at Turner was a venture capital guy now, Jed would invite him in. Sure. 

Within a few days we were describing how we did what we did and why we thought it could be expanded. He blubbered about how YouTube would beat us, blah blah blah. 

“YouTube is going to be our distributor,” Emil piped in. I had no idea what he was talking about. Distributor, what?! But, experience had already proved to me that Emil was always right about these things, so I blah blah’d about it myself. Our friend was not at all impressed (he rarely was when I had an idea at Turner either), and then he left. So be it. 

Then, a couple weeks later, he was back. But, this time he came with Santo Politi, one of his bosses, a founder and general partner at Spark Capital in Boston. We were at lunch downstairs in the French restaurant (owned by Anthony Bourdain’s partner and the ex-boyfriend of a former MTV colleague) and I went into what had become a 20 minute blah blah. In 10 minutes, Santo interrupted.

“OK, we’re in.” 

What? 

“We’re in. We’ll syndicate an $8 million, A Round.” 

Emil, Jed and I looked at each other. What???

(More next time.) Part 1 here. 

Next New Networks -by Tim Shey by Fred Seibert

[macbethz]

13 & 21 for the dr who violence ask game :3

13. worst blorbofication

HONESTLY doctor who is kinda the blorbofication show. i cant get mad at people for being happy when their little guy shows up after like 20 years because im also happy my little guy showed up after 20 years. I think I do have to say 10 though SIMPLY BECAUSE like he has been in every piece of doctor who content for the last 10 years and fans will still act like they're starving for scraps of david tennant. go listen to audio dramas hes in so many. read the novels. be free.

Also with GO sparking a revised interest in dw solely for david tennant and his era im like...ok if you're only here for him maybe this isn't the show for you. His era is good but there is SO MUCH MORE! EXPLORE! BE FREE!

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

if you asked me this question like 5 years ago i would have said 11 era but now i think he isn't hyped enough. CRAZY how fandom turns around like that.

ig other than what i said above abt 10 era (which AGAIN i can't really complain about because it is in fact good just a little culturally oversaturated at the moment). I think its common to assume that everyone will like dw from season 1 of the reboot but it was in fact a show from 2005 and that can turn some people off. I don't think it's an issue of overhype per se but people really talk up s1 to new fans without recognizing that for modern audiences who are used to modern "prestige" TV it can be difficult for them to get into. If someone's planning to watch all of nuwho absolutely show them s1 they should watch it from there. If I'm just trying to show someone why I love this show I will generally start them from The Pilot in s10, and I generally think s10 is a better intro for modern audiences than s1. Then if they like it or the whole season i recommend they go back to s1. Not really an answer to that question i guess though. lol

[killed-by-choice]

Debra Gray, 34 (USA 1989)

On July 12, 1989, Debra Gray underwent a “safe and legal” abortion. Because of the abortion facility’s appalling treatment, she suffered a slow, lingering death.

Gideon Kioko was the abortionist. After a barbiturate called Brevitol was administered, he rushed through the second-trimester abortion in 5 minutes even though Debra quickly started showing alarming symptoms. None of the facility’s staff apparently bothered to document Debra’s vital signs. A hospital note indicated that Debra “responded rather rapidly to the anesthesia” and that only three minutes after Kioko had started the abortion, Debra’s blood was “very dark” and she was struggling to breathe.

Her condition only got worse. Dr. Raymond Taylor’s code note says that Debra was unresponsive with a sluggish pulse and low blood pressure. Dr. Taylor’s note said that an ambulance brought her to a hospital, but not before 15 minutes of the staff’s attempts at resuscitation had passed. Paramedics (who estimated that Debra’s brain had been starved of oxygen for about 12 minutes) resuscitated Debra after she went into ventricular fibrillation.

Records from Hillview showed even more malpractice. The facility failed to record any information on who gave Brevitol to Debra or how much she was given. Her weight was not recorded anywhere and there was no evidence of a pre-op exam. No anesthesiologist was on duty, meaning that whoever administered the Brevitol was unqualified to do so. Hillview also failed to screen Debra for drug use, as evidenced by the traces of heroin in her bloodstream and the total lack of documentation.

Debra never recovered from her injuries. After a few days in a coma, she was finally declared dead on July 15.

Debra Gray was killed by Hillview, the same abortion facility that brain-damaged and slowly killed Susanne Logan. Susanne’s abortion was done in the same year and she died of strikingly similar malpractice.

The medical board noted that Kioko failed to examine his clients before the abortion, nobody was monitoring Debra or Susanne's vital signs while Kioko was operating on them and concluded that "[Kioko] performed surgical procedures under conditions that failed to meet appropriate standards for the delivery of quality medical and surgical care. .... In the event that [Kioko] was unable to correct these conditions, the appropriate standard of care required that [he] not perform these procedures at this facility until these conditions were so corrected." and “Kioko demonstrated a serious lack of judgment.”

Hillview had a horrifying record. Hillview’s owner posed as a doctor for years even though she wasn’t one, forged signatures for prescription slips and almost killed a teenager who she most likely operated on while pretending to have medical training.

When news of Hillview’s crimes and dead clients went public, Barbara Radford, head of the National Abortion Federation, told 60 Minutes “Well, I think your first reaction from us was "This is the last thing we need." We had hoped that it wouldn't get national publicity…”

She also stated that even with the appalling malpractice at Hillview, “We want to make sure that women have choices when it comes to abortion service and if you regulate it too strictly, you then deny women the access to service.” and actively resisted all efforts to bring Hillview to justice.

Even Maryland State Senator Mary Boerger, who was pro-abortion, said “There's only so much of a willingness to try to push a group like the pro-choice movement to do what I think is the responsible thing to do because they then treat you as if you're the enemy.” She lost a lot of favor among abortionists because she supported safety regulations and protections.

The NAF and the abortion industry actively put abortion-on-demand ahead of their client’s lives.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A42457-2005Apr10.html

[evilblot]

Tagged Summoned by @fullmoondagger, thanks king!

Last song: Relax by Frankie goes to Hollywood. Another song that's been forever ruined by a movie I recently watched and now activates a pavlovian response everytime I hear it (<- starts foaming at the mouth but at least they don't want to kill the president of Malaysia. Yet.)

Fave color: FUCKIGN PURPLE BABYYYYYYYY

Currently watching: The entirety of Will Ferrell's filmography. All of it. I can feel my brain atrophying and shrivel with each one I manage to finish (with a few exceptions), but trust me: this suffering is not for nothing. I have a plan (<- the brain rot wrote this)

Last movie/TV show: Bewitched. The.. the 2005 version. It was cute I guess. It definitely didn't fill my brain with ideas about doing a themed AU but with werewolves or similar beasts ahahaha..!

Currently reading: Nothing, unfortunately. I got some titles I'd like to get back to now that I've got a little more time, but I still need to find the mental capacity to sit down and actually read :')

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: All of them! Combined, possibly. Like hot honey-glazed spare ribs.... Hrrmrmm.. Dammit, I'm salivating like a starving dog now, help dhjshsjs

Relationship status: People say I'm a self-insert Mary Sue slut... but the truth is, I have fifty BILLION boyfriends. And they all love me. And you're just mad that I'm having WAY more FUCKING FUN than you EVER WILL. You know, what's your damage? Maybe you should try having fifty BILLION boyfriends too, because then you might not be such a salty, jealous bitch. I'm just sayin.

Current obsession: Do I... Do I even have to say it? Take a look around and take a wild guess. The hints are there I prommy fjsbxjdls BUT!!!! I'm also going back to being obsessed with 3D sculpting since I'll be soon finally able to carry out the insane ideas I got... SOON!!!!! *cackling like a mad man*

Last thing you googled: How to stream movies on discord. And once I figure it out, we're gonna watch the Barbie movie. Together <3c

Tagging @taonpest @smimon @dansdaughter @monochromatictoad @hedjblogr @amazinlei (no pressure guys, ignore it if y'all ain't in the mood, I just wanted to let y'all know ily <3)