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Happy happy happy happy birthday to @whelvenwings!!!! You’re the best, dude. Thanks for bringing some color into my life 🙂 

Summary:  

 Castiel lives in a world of colour and sound, endlessly intertwined like two parts of a whole.
As a radio broadcasting student, he runs a small segment on their campus radio program in the evening – and with help from his synaesthesia – tries to make the program more interesting by bringing in a little bit of colour.
Castiel views his synaesthesia as both a gift and a curse, but after a chance encounter with a mysterious, stunning, golden-green voice, he’s starting to think that it’s more of the former.

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Castiel’s world was currently a deep violet with shimmering silver overlaying in time to violins fading in and out of the composition that flooded his headphones. He closed his eyes, letting the colour wash over him until the music eventually ran its course.

“And that was Rather Be by Clean Bandit to bring a conclusion to our night and our new segment that we’re trying out.” Castiel smiled as he spoke, noting the timer on his right that said he had just thirty more seconds to sign off. “Thanks so much for all of the support for Hue Burn . In case you missed it, today’s theme was ‘Purple’.

Castiel glanced over at Anna, who was on the other side of the glass, motioning for him to wrap it up.

He tapped on the timer, showing her the fifteen seconds of airtime he was still allowed.

“As always, this is Castiel and thank you for listening to Campus Radio XM . Have a good night, and don’t be afraid to let some colour into your life.”

Castiel muted the microphone and took off his headset as they let the music playlist finish out the night.

“Sorry, I was worried you’d go over schedule again,” Anna said with an apologetic shrug as he left the recording booth.

Yellow painted itself across his train of thought as she spoke, and he couldn’t help but smile.  

That was one of the reasons he liked working with Anna so much.

Of course, she was a great coworker, and always pulled her weight in the studio, and had a charming personality, but her voice was a pleasant shade of pale yellow – like freshly carved butter.

Hers was one of the more beautiful voices that he’d ever seen. Definitely in the top ten.

“What did you think of the colour today?” he asked, packing up his things.

“Super interesting. I guess I thought that purple would be more like – like jazz songs, for some reason? You chose mostly pop music.”

Castiel shrugged as he picked up his bag.

“Some jazz is purple. It depends on the song. But to me, jazz is mostly blue with some copper tones in the mix.”

Anna cocked her head to the side.

“So, what colour is Blues?”

Castiel ducked his head and chuckled, not blaming her for the confusion; it wasn’t like there was a reasonable formula to it.

“Again, it depends on the song, but Blues songs tend to be white with kind of a cloudy texture. Odd, I know.”

“No, it’s super cool!” She locked the door behind them. “I wish I had – uh – what’s it called again?”

“Synaesthesia,” Castiel supplied, and stifled a yawn.

It was always later than he wanted it to be when he finished his shift.

“Yeah, that. I wish I had that.”

“It’s both a gift and a curse.” Castiel adjusted the strap on his shoulder bag and let out a breath. “See you in class, Anna.”

He waved and headed down the hallway of the radio station.

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SO MANY FUZZIES!!!!! Read this!!!!

dreamhunter-trash:

camwyn:

thelightreturns:

candiceirae:

lonewolf574:

tiredgaymermaid:

scoutology:

ohthisismuchworse:

fuckingconversations:

xeppeli:

tunnaa-unnaa:

xeppeli:

xeppeli:

lahore pigeons are some of the most visually appealing birds out there. like in terms of visual design. very minimalist, good contrast.

Too bad Lahore pigeons are a domestic breed and don’t appear in the wild at all.
Some equally balanced wild colorations include

Pygmy Falcon

Great Hornbill

Wallcreeper

and

Black-throated Loon

this is a good addition to this post. thank you for this birds educations

I would like to submit the following additions to the world of exceptional bird color design:

Cedar Waxwing

Red Crowned Crane

Brahminy Kite

Green Tree Swallow (I mean seriously – those are metallic teal feathers against stark white. Damn.) 

Bali Mynah

And, last but certainly not least, the cutest fucking puffball on this planet earth:

The Korean Crow-Tit

I’d also like to contribute some pretty awesome birds

Hooded Pitta (or as like to call them little olives)

Coua

Mot-Mot

The Blue Crown Pigeon (the biggest pigeon)

good post

@ilovegirlsalways

@candiceirae

I’m fond of the Golden Breasted Starling,

the Golden Pheasant,

and the Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher.

@izzyovercoffee

May I present the most fabulous turkey in the world, the Ocellated Turkey?

@scrollingkingfisher

Dang it @dreamhunter-trash , I wanted to tag @scrollingkingfisher , I mean, not only are there birds, but there’s an actual kingfisher picture too!!!

deancasbigbang:

Title: Chalk and Cheese

Author: terencefletcher

Artist: PieDarling

Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas, minor Sam/Jessica
Wordcount: 20000
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, romance, cultural differences, sightseeing, British!Cas, American!Dean
Posting: 11/13/2018

Summary:

When a long-awaited week off doesn’t go as planned with Sam having to leave alone, Dean is determined to just lock himself in the house. Booze, junk food, and TV — and he’ll be fine. It always was. It works right until the next morning, when a weird stranger appears on his doorstep and, all of a sudden, claims a room.

Trying not to stare too openly, Dean held his gaze at the stranger’s face. His pale cheeks were scrubby, his eyes underlined with dark shadows. It wasn’t a hangover (Dean was an expert in that), but it wasn’t something other than booze either: the stranger’s blue eyes were bright and perfectly focused upon Dean. He remembered that kind of look very well — that had been the way Mr. Folsom, his middle school music teacher, eyed Dean’s t-shirt with the Metallica print. But Mr. Folsom never visited the Winchesters house and never stood on the porch with the expression of a debt collector.

“Has Wall Street crashed?”

The stranger frowned, then cracked a tiny smile.

“I am sorry. My plane was delayed, and I missed the connecting flight. I took a night train…” He gestured vaguely, as though in an attempt to excuse himself without literally saying so. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be home.”

Dean blinked, then glanced at his watch. It was half past ten. Sober, he would have never slept that long. With Sam at home, he would have never drunk that much.

“So… How can I help?”

“Do you still have that room?”

Dean blinked again. “Which room?”

“For me.”

It was both ridiculous and embarrassing, the way it got with two people speaking different languages emotionally enough not to notice they could not understand each other.

With an effort, Dean met the stranger’s eye.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

The stranger pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper from the inner pocket of his coat.

“Isn’t this your advert?”

It suddenly began to dawn on Dean that this visit wasn’t a mistake. He was starting to guess what this all was about.

“My advert?” he asked in a low voice.

“On the bedfinder.com, that holiday website… Here…” He looked down at his paper and started reading aloud, “Dean Winchester, Lawrence, Kansas, USA. A week is available from the fifth to the twelfth of June. A separate bedroom in a classic city house. Or isn’t this you?”

Sammy, I’ll kill you.

monstermonstre:

if you’re starting a sexual relationship with someone, i suggest you do the “no sex tonight no justification no apologies” test early on

say one night you’re kissing and cuddling and you see things are headed towards sex and you don’t feel like it because of any reason at all, just say something like “i’d rather we just cuddle” or “not tonight” or anything really but the important part is that you offer no justification (”i have my period/a headache/i’m tired”) nor apologies (“i’m sorry”).
just “no”, in whatever form it takes, while forbidding yourself from giving a reason why or an apology. because you shouldn’t have to do either to have the right to refuse to have sex with anyone, even someone you’re dating.

and then see how they react

if they try to change your mind or pressure you or act offended, don’t date them.

(and if you’re someone who would feel offended and/or want to try to change the mind of someone who’s dating you and refuses to have sex one night “just because”, then think long and hard about the implications of that behaviour, educate yourself, and don’t date anyone until you’re done growing up)

lauraannegilman:

marithlizard:

janetmayfire:

marithlizard:

mariana-oconnor:

kyraneko:

marisatomay:

author: sorry I’m jumping on this bandwagon and writing a fic with the same premise as all these other fics

me, has read 500 fics like this one and is prepared to read 500 more: please never apologize for giving the people (me) what they (also me) want

WELL I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED FICS

AND I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED MORE

JUST TO READ ONE THOUSAND FICS WITH THE SAME

PREMISE AS THE ONES BEFORE

DADA DADA (DADA DADA)

DADA DADA (DADA DADA)

DADADUNdedeledeDUNdedeledeDUN

When I’m reading, well, you know I’m gonna be

I’m gonna be the one who’s reading your AU.

And when I’m finished, well, you know I’m gonna find

I’m gonna find another fic like that one too.

If you write soulmates, well, you know I’m gonna read

I’m gonna read that soulmate fic, that’s what I’ll do.

Then I’ll go back, I’ll go back to AO3

And I will search for soulmate fic the whole night through.

And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said FIFTY PEOPLE A DAY readin’ this post, spontaneously bursting into song, singin’ about fanfic to the tune of the Proclaimers and scrollin’ on.  And friends, they may think it’s a movement.  And that’s what it is, the AO3′s Restaurant Anti-Embarrassment Fanfic Pride movement, and all you gotta do to join is sing it the next time it comes around on your dashboard. With feeling.  (apologies to Arlo Guthrie) 

I was going to post a comment about how, as a fanfic author, I feel embarrassed if I can’t come up with some plotline a bit more original than the same old shit that everybody else posts about when I read @marithlizard ‘s comment above.  And I giggled.  Because it’s way past the point where they won’t take either of them.  No matter how many photos there are with circles and arrows and paragraphs on the back explaining what each one was and how they’re to be used as evidence against us.  😀

Cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of fanworks trope justice, and the fans weren’t gonna look at the twenty-seven 8×10″ color glossy entries on TVTropes with circles and arrows connecting each one explaining how the stories are all essentially the same, to be used as evidence against us. The fans were gonna read and love them all anyway. 

To steal from @obsessionisaperfume:

I love everyone in this bar.

This is AWESOME!!

deancasbigbang:

Title: Just What the Doctor Ordered

Author: Halzbarry

Artist: destimushi

Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel; Past Castiel/Balthazar; Past Castiel/Inias; Minor Dean/Others;
Wordcount: 20500
Warnings/Tags: Alternative Universe – Porn,
Porn Star Dean Winchester,
Doctor Castiel,
Openly Bi Dean Winchester,
Past Relationship,
Switch Destiel,
Dean in Panties,
Topping from the Bottom,
Falling in Love Again,
Dean & Cas Watching Porn Together
Posting: 11/7/2018

Summary:

Opening his own clinic, Doctor Castiel Novak is doing his best to get his business and brand out and established in his new community. What he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with his high school crush and first lover, Dean Winchester at a local LGBTQ community health event. He’s even more shocked when he learns that Dean is the popular bisexual porn star Dean Smith, who in between shoots volunteers at the local community college LGBTQ organization.

Though Castiel tries to brush their chance encounter off as nothing more than a sheer coincidence, suddenly Dean is everywhere. Dean makes it clear that he wants to see more of Castiel, but Castiel isn’t sure what to do about these conflicted feelings for Dean he’s had since the last time he and Dean saw each other years ago. Adding in a brother and best friends who are determined to meddle in his love-life, Castiel is beginning to think the universe might just be pushing him and Dean Winchester back together.

“Charlie!”

The voice is booming and Castiel startles. There’s no need to yell in a space so small, and the noise echoes in his skull.

“Over here, Dean,” she yells back, and Castiel winces at the flash of pain at his temples. When he looks up at their visitor, shock pushes aside his annoyance.

Castiel’s never been overly loquacious, but he’s speechless now as he comes face to face with Dean Winchester. Dean smiles when he walks up to Charlie, and he looks just as good, if not better, than the last time Castiel saw him. He’s all chiseled jaw, peach fuzz, and green eyes that outshine emeralds. The way Dean’s face goes blank when he turns to Castiel is another story.

“Dr. Novak, meet Dean. He volunteered to help you out today!” Charlie says, ignoring—or not noticing—the way Dean and Cas have frozen.

Castiel wonders if Dean remembers him. He couldn’t forget Dean; Dean has never been forgettable, unlike Castiel.

“I’ve got to check on the other volunteers, but you two get acquainted and I’ll check back on you later.”

With that she’s gone in a flash of red hair, leaving them in shocked silence. Castiel isn’t entirely sure this isn’t a dream.

“Uh… wow, Cas. I haven’t seen you in forever,” Dean says. Dean was always the cocky kid in the leather jacket. Seeing him scratching the back of his head while blushing is a new thing for Castiel. “How ya been, man?”

“I… have been well. How have you been?”

Dean laughs, and it’s deep and rich, like something out of Castiel’s fantasies. “Not bad. Can’t complain too much.” Something about Dean seems to ease up and that bright smile comes back. “So, you went and became a doctor, huh?”

A smile tugs at Castiel’s lips, and he feels like a shy sophomore again. “I did. I just opened a clinic in town actually.”

“Hey, that’s awesome. Even cooler that you’re volunteering down here with the Spectrum Alliance. Charlie was freakin’ stoked when you agreed to do the testing.” Dean’s attention shifts to the bag on the table. “You need help setting up?”

Castiel remembers why he’s here. He needs to get his station set up. “Oh, umm, yes. That would be great, if you don’t mind. Meg, my nurse, isn’t here to help.”

“Course I don’t mind. It’s what I’m here for.”

They work in comfortable silence as Castiel pulls everything out of the bag for set up. Dean arranges the tests and gets the sign-in log and waiver forms ready while Cas gets the waste container and supplies ready. Castiel feels like he should say something, anything, to break the silence. “So, what do you do now, Dean?”

“Oh, well, I’m actually in adult entertainment.” Castiel’s brain stalls. He’s not sure if he’s misheard, misunderstood, or if Dean is joking.

“Adult entertainment, as in…”

Dean chuckles. “Porn, Cas. I’m a porn star.”

Oh.

Dean Winchester is literally straight out of Castiel’s wet dreams.

deancasbigbang:

Title: Going the Distance

Author: Aubreyetta

Artist: NadiaHart

Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Castiel (minor Sam/Jo, Jimmy/Amelia)
Wordcount: 31000
Warnings/Tags: AU, No Supernatural, Fluff, Long Distance, Slow Burn, Letters, Texting/Sexting, Video Chatting, UST
Posting: 11/7/2018

Summary:

Castiel meets Dean in a bar and sparks fly. With half a continent separating the two men, can the sparks ignite or will they fizzle out? This is a story about communication. First in letters, then electronically, and finally in person.

The bartender came around, perched in her vacated spot, and placed two plates on the bar, one in front of him. The cheeseburger and hand cut fries staring back at him smelled of heaven.

“Need ketchup or anything?” the bartender asked as he put the second plate in front of himself.

“No, thank you,” Castiel said. “However, if we’re to have dinner together, I would like to know your name.”

The bartender chuckled and dropped the french fry he was holding. “You’re right. Dean Winchester,” he said as he held out his hand. “And you are?”

“Castiel Novak. This looks great,” he said.

They ate mainly in silence. Dean getting up a few times to refill drinks or grab fresh beers for other patrons when Charlie was busy with another table or customer.

Castiel was just finishing up when another two fingers of Jameson was pushed in front of him. “Thanks, Dean,” he said with a smile. He picked up the drink and washed down the remaining bite of cheeseburger with it. “That was delicious. How ‘bout a slice of that cake? What is it?”

“It’s a lemon pound cake, but I’ve got something better. Promise,” Dean answered with a grin.

“I’m sure you do,” Castiel flirted and grinned as two bright patches appeared on Dean’s handsome face. He laughed quietly, and whispered, “I’m going to head to–” as he motioned toward the restroom.

Dean nodded, rubbed the back of his neck, and smiled.

Castiel stood and surprisingly only swayed slightly. He made his way back to the restroom to wash his hands.

His plate was cleared away when he returned. In its place was a piece of apple pie, topped with a hearty scoop of vanilla ice cream, and another drink. Charlie was just coming over to chat, when from the back room Dean yelled, “Charlie! Quit annoying the patrons and get back to work!”

“Fucker has ESP, I swear,” she muttered as she moved to a table of men that had just arrived.

Dean emerged from the backroom, pony keg slung over his shoulder. Castiel took a moment to admire the rippling biceps that peeked out of Dean’s snug black t-shirt. Dean grinned at Castiel. His green eyes darkened when he watched Castiel take the first bite of pie. Castiel moaned around the fork and took a much larger bite. Much too soon, the pie was devoured and he absently flicked his tongue to gather the last bit of ice cream off his spoon.

“Sweetheart, the way you’re eating that is positively sinful,” Dean said with a flirty wink before he crouched to hook up the keg to the tap.