#bed writing

[tobeyinabox]

Dean being awkward asf with affection 😇 just quietly sneaking behind u to put his hands on ur hips or kiss the top of ur head or sumet idk /lh just affection 😚

SUPERNATURAL DR:

giggle i love this. its so cute. Also! gonna refer to myself as Oli because i don't like writing in first person :)

Oli is like really...REALLY tall as we know (6'10) and dean is like I'm gonna say like 6'1. so if dean wanted to like hug him from he'd most likely bury his face in-between Oli's shoulder blades. if dean hugged Oli from the front he'd bury his face or rest his head on shadows chest.

Dean is a lil shy when it comes to giving genuine affection so i feel like he would hug Oli from behind and like bury his face into Oli's shoulder blades. And if Oli said something like "are you-" dean would cut him off before he could finish speaking. saying something along the lines of "shut up".

Oli unlike dean is very open to affection whether that be getting it or giving it. Dean and Oli could be chilling in a motel during or after a hunt. Maybe the two are sitting on the couch and Oli will just rest his head on deans shoulder as they sit in silence.

a bit like Cas, Oli can randomly appear silently and will randomly appear behind dean and wrap his arms around the hunters waist or he'll just rest his hands on deans hips. when he appears he probably scares the shit out of dean and Oli just finds it funny. (ill make a post detailing everything Oli can do and exactly what he is)

If and when dean has a little more confidence i feel like to tease Oli he would like give Oli a lil kiss on the cheek or lips, then proceeding to leave. leaving Oli in a flustered state. 🧍🧍🧍

anywayyyyyyy. ignore how bad my writing is pooks, im not an author. And sorry it's a bit short. 😔 all I could think of.

[iambluedevils]

Here is a moment of: free writing, a spilling of that brain of mine. And basically a messy thing about friendship identity and life as always

As noted by a dear friend. I really have very VERY different sides of myself. To explain more clearly.

I don't have different personalities. It's just variations on how I can be myself. How I retain myself what I show, decide to show and how I show it.

As for the parts of me : I like really different things. That can almost be paradoxical.

Frankly it's when I find crossroads that I am the most happy.

Like when I have moment of friendly tenderness with the people I like and that I relate with in arrays of unhinged love for dislocated noise music.

When I help another friend for his writings by explaining to him how immolation works.

This website is a good representation of it. Not the whole story but a part.

Agere gore fandoms magick philosophy fangirling makeup shallow aesthetics plushies deep reflexion on morals art modern and ancient.

I have everything compressed and suggested to me.

And some at first cannot be completely related. But as human we are complex.

Liking sweet imagery and adorable balls of fluff. But also horrid and fascinating pictures of flesh wounds and blood.

There are always reasons for our deep interests (I'm not talking autism)

But facets makes us whole. Even in details.

We are well written characters.

And fucking great ones.

Imperfect complex and hard to fully grasps. Some sides only speak to specific passionates.

To me that is the beauty of multiple relationships. Not having only one group of friends.

To know me. See everyone that I interact with.

Yes even the objects I treat like humans.

Magically also some dear friends that with an outside view would have nothing to tell eachother,are actually good soil for new friendships. Their lifestyle are radically different. But they have a soul point in commun that I saw. And isn't it wonderful. I wish they could see it like I do.

So, that was a rant. I decided to put it here instead of my noteapp.

I like to do that. Blogging is both too personal. Risky. And confortable.

I don't write here like in my journal. Nor like in any other places.

Enjoy sweet creatures.

[kylo-renakin]

Because I'm still in a bitchy mood, have some excerpts from the first chapter of the self-published novel my brother's awful girlfriend wrote: (read this is you want a good laugh, guys)

and

""Miss Jones?" The receptionist asked when I walked in, looking around like anyone else would have, but I was really scouting the room for threats and exits. I'm a cautious girl and I'm allowed to be." "Yeah, that's me." "Head Mistress would like to have a talk with you in her office." She came out from behind the desk, her long grey skirt swaying, her white blouse tucked into it, she looked old. I followed her down a hall and at the end was a glass door, black writing across the door said 'Head Mistress, Fernando'. "Ah, Varonica, you have arrived.""

In case anyone thinks that's a typo, it's not. She named her modern-setting lead character 'Varonica'.

I hope that was a good laugh.