#... is it?

[sunmerchild]

    Scrolls idly through the seifuku fashion tag. 

    Pauses.

    “I don’t think this conforms to common fashion standards.”

[horrifiant]

he y so like... sometimes i sing

[marrowskies]

more sleepy hollow thoughts

these two white skinny pointy faced brunettes are impossible to distinguish from each other in the first episode there i thought pandora WAS betsy ross and that was going to be the big reveal - if you’re going to get so many skinny white women on the show plz at least give them different hair color or i won’t know what’s happening at least katrina was a redhead

Edit: I do apologize for my ignorance, Shannyn Sossamon is not white, my stupid.

[owlsinhoodies]

Has Clara ever teased you about how many times you've said her name?

Why does everyone act as though I say it so much? She has a name, I call her by it. That’s how you address people. It’s not as though I’ve said it a hundred times in twelve hours.

[txqyo]

Is sending a msg telling them you need them selfish?

[bowdowntomama]

I haven't written a character with 'labelled' sexual orientation in a while now. They just tend to fall in love/have crushes on/have sex with any character who they have good chemistry or whatever with, regardless of gender/sex.

I like to think this is a good thing.

[thexdemonxinsidexme]

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason (msirisgrey)

here ya go love! :) (warning, it's super long!)

Dean unlocked the door, using the key that Iris had gave him. In his arms held party supplies. He grinned, making sure Iris wasn't home. He shut the door, grinning.

He started blasting rock music, putting up the streamers. He sang, putting the cake, and the pie, on the counter. He wasn't sure if he was doing this right, but it felt right.

When he was done, he shut off the lights, and turned off the music, hiding in the living room.

Iris walked in the door, "Dean? You here? I thought someone would be here on my birthday, but I guess-" She flicked on the lights, and gasped.

"Surprise!" Dean yelled, popping up from behind the corner. She squealed with joy. "Dean! I didn't expect you to do this!" She ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "Anything for you little sis," He said, hugging her back. He turned on the music again, lowering the volume.

"Happy birthday sis," He said, walking over to the cake. He lit the candles, turning towards her. "Make a wish, I think. Isn't that what you do with candles?" He chuckled, watching her face glow from the soft light of the candles.

Iris grinned, "I'll make a wish, but I couldn't ask for anything better," She blew out her candles, laughing. Dean pulled out a small newspaper-wrapped present. "Here," He offered it to her.

"Oh, you didn't have to get anything for me!" Her eyes twinkling, she unwrapped it. She held it up in awe.

It was an anti-possession necklace, but prettier than the other ones he had. It was silver anti-possession symbol, and a second charm of delicate swirls on a sterling silver chain. "Do you like it?" He asked, biting his lip. He never got people gifts like this, and he was nervous.

She smiled, nodding. "I love it, thank you," She put it around her neck, the symbol hidden just under her shirt. She hugged him again, "Thank you Dean, this is the best birthday ever,"

[chloe-gayzer]

So now my mom is pissed at me because I didn't fucking make pumpkin pie bars. Which I said I'd make after she brought me to buy the CD I ordered. Which, of course, she hasn't done because she's a fucking liar. Yeah. I'm the only one at fault here.