Ohh, there is nothing better than a snuggley blanket to share….*Karate sadly has no one to share her blanket lair with*
So….my grand exercise plan for this week was waylaid by a horrible head cold. Grr. But I did manage a variety of things this week, including working on (ewww) prep for school, spending a day with my niece and nephew, cooking real food, a day relaxing at the beach, and I finally got to train today. My body feels like jelly, and I had to give myself a stern talking to to get me there, but I did!!
Oh, and I have the beginnings of a bruise on my right arm–sign of a good training day!!
The day of the inauguration dawned bright and clear, despite Dean’s best mental attempts to chide the sky into storming. It took him a full three snooze cycles (and Sam smacking his bedroom door once he realized Dean wasn’t getting up) to drag himself out of bed.
Sam eyed him drowsily over his Cheerios as he stumbled into the kitchen, still blinking gummy sleep out of his eyes. He estimated that he’d gotten about two hours between all the tossing and turning and how long it had taken to get up the heart to leave Jack last night.
“You look like hell,” Sam observed.
Dean glared, best as he was able with his left eye still half shut against the flickering bulb of the light above them—someone really had to fix that, but that would require a free afternoon that neither he nor Sam would have for the foreseeable future.
“Nice observation. I can see they’re teaching journalists well these days. You’re sharper than ever.”
This was the sort of day that would normally be cause for some bacon, but Dean couldn’t find it in himself to bother. Instead, he nabbed Sam’s Cheerios and ate them straight out of the box. It was a testament to the day that Sam didn’t cuss him out for it.
They ate in silence. Dean normally turned out the radio and he and Sam duked it out over Big 100 and NPR, but it didn’t seem like the right time for classic rock and it wasn’t like either of them wanted to hear the news. Dean ducked back into his room to change and emerged, still scowling.
“No, but it’s just now bothering me,” Castiel replies, burrowing harder against Sam’s broad chest. “Dean calls you ‘octopus arms’ sometimes, and he’s right.”
Sam tightens his hold, resting his chin on the crown of Castiel’s head. “What’s with the whining?” he says affectionately. “You still mad I was gone for a week without you?”
“Don’t treat me like a child. I am an Angel of the Lord.”
With that amount of petulance, and his voice muffled by Sam’s shirt, he sounds more like a Toddler who Needs a Nap. “You don’t have to be the strongest all the time,” Sam says softly, running his hands up and down Castiel’s bare back. He enjoys catching the angel after he’s had a long, hot shower. “Or the biggest.”
Castiel snorts. “No, but… when you’ve been away… it’s foolish. I wish I could fold you up like you do me. It’s comforting.”
The sentiment makes Sam’s entire being flush with happiness. “Hey,” he says softly. Castiel looks up, and Sam kisses him briefly. “I feel it, anyway.”
Castiel loops his hands around Sam’s neck, drawing him back down for a deeper kiss that the taller man is more than happy to oblige. But then… Castiel shifts in his arms, there’s a rustling, and Sam feels something he’s never felt before. Warmth and a bit of static cling.
He blinks his eyes open to find him and Castiel encased in darkness. “Wow,” he breathes.
The black wings arch over them in a cocoon. The long feathers at the base of Castiel’s wings invite Sam to shuffle even closer with a gentle pressure on his back. He leans against the angel with a sigh. “You see?” Castiel murmurs.
“Yeah,” Sam whispers. He feels completely surrounded. Safe. Loved. He gingerly slips his arms down under Castiel’s wing joints and around his waist. He hums with contentment. “You can do this any time you want.”
Castiel smiles as he arches up for another kiss. “Noted.”
I accidentally created the most soothing drink in the world after trying to recreate the hot honey drink in Ponyo! I guarantee it will remove all stress and troubles, I’ve had like 3 today because it makes me so happy
I JUST MADE THIS AND IT’S SO TASTY
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Tried immediately after reading this: confirmed to be delicious.
I know it sounds kind of weird, but it’s mild and sweet and just the right temperature for immediate consumption in any weather. Definitely give it a try!
FINALLY FOUND IT
I fucking loved ponyo
And imma do this just to see how it tastes
This drink is actually helps good????
Literally just wrote this down! Can’t miss this!
This sounds yummie and calming and has a bunch of my favorite things in it!!!
I’ve finally built up a nice series of essays on writing asexuality and asexual characters in fiction. Here they are, all together in one place. They’re intended to be useful for asexual and non-asexual writers alike. They are also meant to be inclusive of gray-asexual and demisexual characters, although my knowledge is limited there.
These essays assume you already have a basic knowledge of what asexuality means: a general lack of sexual attraction to other people. This is not Asexuality 101; for that, check out the links on my resources page.
Sherlock Holmes as an Asexual Character – May be useful if you need an example or inspiration for how asexuality can influence a character and their relationships.
This post may be updated in the future as I write more stuff on this subject; I’ll link to it from my blog’s homepage so it’s easy to find.
Title: A World As Yet Unseen Author: @thedogsled Artist: @pantydean Beta: @idjitsaviors Rating: NC17 Word Count: 17, 839 Summary: This is how it’s always been, as far as Dean knows. He’s always been a disappointed son, he loves playing the piano, and he’s been blind since the incident in his brother’s nursery when he was only four.
How things came to be this way Dean doesn’t know, but it doesn’t matter; this is his life, and he lives comfortably enough. He gets a little work at a local bar, free drinks during and after his set, and now and again he even manages to pick someone up.
Which is where Castiel comes in. Funny, sweet and sort of adorably oblivious, Dean falls for him straight away. And really, who wouldn’t?
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 