SHUT UP, NO, YOU’RE MY FAVORITE …
A NATBARBIE PLAYLIST (feat. @bvrbic)
i. drew barrymore — sza; ii. walk backwards — maude latour; iii. my love won’t let you down — little mix; iv. we r who we r — kesha; v. comme des garçons — rina sawayama; vi. all my girls like to fight — hope tala; vii. kill v. maim — grimes; viii. hi, it’s me — ashnikko; ix. hate that you know me — bleachers; x. ribs — lorde; xi. put your money on me — arcade fire; xii. graffiti — chvrches; xiii. hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have — lana del rey; xiv. i still believe in you — flyte; xv. i’ll be there for you — the rembrandts;
( 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 )
drew barrymore — sza.
“bring the gin - got the juice. bring the sin - got that, too. oh, shut up, no, you’re my favorite.”
walk backwards — maude latour.
“’cause i can’t believe i found you - within the milky way - put all eight billion people. so, i say thanks to an unknown force. me and my friends do whatever we want but by friends i really only mean on in particular - and that’s you. your hair’s untied, and it’s only just about a quarter to nine. you live east so i walk backwards.”
my love won’t let you down — little mix.
“when the party's over and your friends have all gone, and you're wondering where it all went wrong. i'll come running when you call out my name, and it'll always be this way.”
we r who we r — kesha.
“hot AND dangerous.”
comme des garçons — rina sawayama.
“like the boys, like the boys. comme des garçons - i'm so confident. excuse my ego, can't go incognito. every time you see me, it's like winning big in reno. don’t fuck with me, hoe, i’ll take you down like judo.”
all my girls like to fight — hope tala.
“throw the first punch, now that we're done, better put on your gun, put your fists up or run. ‘cause all my girls like to fight.”
kill v maim — grimes
“i did something bad, maybe i was wrong. sometimes people say that i’m a big time bomb. but i'm only a man, and i do what i can. B-E-H-A-V-E arrest us! italiana mobster looking so precious. B-E-H-A-V-E never more! you gave up being good when you declared a state of war!”
hi, it’s me — ashnikko.
“hi, it's me, back again - here to remind you that he's not worth it. hi, it's me, your best friend - take his old t-shirt off and burn it. repeat after me: ‘i'm over it - yeah, we’re so over, over’.“
hate that you know me — bleachers.
“look like I've been up all night - and you know what? i hate it. put my things into boxes, carry all of my old lies. rubber band in my past time. and you know what? i hate it. oh, long way down, you’re such a heart attack. but it feels like, oh, pressure points, they pressure you right back. come on, think about it. sometimes i hate that you know me so well, some days, i wish that i wasn’t myself. no luck! and i hate that you know me so well.”
ribs — lorde.
“it feels so scary, getting old.” // “you’re the only friend i need. sharing beds like little kids, laughing til our ribs get tired.”
put your money on me — arcade fire.
“put your money on me. if you think i’m losing you, you must be crazy. all your money on me, i’m never gonna let you go, even when it’s easy. put your money on me - tuck me into bed and wake me when i’m dead.”
graffiti — chvrches.
“time to kill was always an illusion. time stood still, and now we never will, never will. we wrote our names along the bathroom walls, graffitiing our hearts across the stalls. i've been waiting for my whole life to grow old - and now we never will, never will.”
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have — lana del rey.
“she couldn't care less, and i never cared more - so there's no more to say about that. except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have. hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past. there's a new revolution, a loud evolution that i saw. born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly i’ve known.”
i still believe in you — flyte.
“i stopped believing in hollywood - in only the bad, in only the good. i stopped believeing in dreams come true. but i still believe in you!”
i’ll be there for you — the rembrandts.
“so no one told you life was gonna be this way - your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA. it's like you're always stuck in second gear, when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month or even your year. but i'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.”
A heavy sigh of hot air on the back of Castiels neck, and he knew that Dean was still asleep. He could tell by the pair of arms holding him tight against Deans body and the hipbones grinding into his back. He knew that he would be stuck like this for an undetermined amount of time. But he didn’t mind.
He loved Dean, and all that came with him. He especially loved the way he moved so fluently through his home. Even when he made a mistake and put to much cream in his coffee he did it with style. Or when he drank to much and laughed at the wrong times, Castiel still loved him. He loved Dean for the nightmares he had that Castiel hurried to chase away, and he loved him for his loyalty and devotion. But above all else he loved him for the warmth that he brought to any occasion. Castiel really believed that after all they had been through, all of the pain, all of the bullshit with lucifer and heaven and hell and demons, that Dean was worth it. Every hurting and damaged part of Dean was declared Castiel's the day he pulled him from Hell all those years ago, and he loved it.
Dean stirred for the second time, but did not wake. Castiel was grateful, and even more so for the silence of the morning he had awoken to. Bright sunlight filtered through long since dusted blinds bringing more warmth into the room. The symbolism did not escape the ex angel. In sleep Dean was mostly free from any hardship or pain that consciousness could bring him, and in his sleep he could enjoy there shared warmth in peace. Castiel wished for, more than anything in this moment, that Dean would not wake up. After last nights experiences, he was sure Dean needed more rest.
This brought the thought of sex into Castiel's mind as he grazed a hand over the hairs on Deans forearm that was still greedily wrapped around his chest. Having sex with Dean was like scratching that itch that’s been clawing at the back of your mind all day. Having sex with Dean was like holding the sun in your arms and kissing the face of an angel. Having sex with Dean… It was perfect. Castiel loved the feel of Deans skin on his and the smell of his hair and the look of the freckles that dotted his face like a starlit sky of cream and brandy.
Dean was a whirlwind to him, both in his violence and his calm center. Castiel believed, that Dean and all of his sideways smirks and angel puns could not be sold for anything less the entirety of the universe.
A soft morning with Dean was all Castiel could ask for after all he had put him through.
He loved Dean.
That was all he knew anymore.
Castiel turned in Deans arms in order to face him, and placed a small, chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiled softly at the warm glow of sunlight off Deans skin, and rested his forehead against the Deans.
"I love you," he whispered, and finally, Dean opened his eyes.
I was walking around Stark Tower. I couldn't tell if I was Tony or not because, well, it was from my perspective and it's not like I was fighting dudes or anything.
Weird thing is that at one point I walked past Bruce and thought 'Oh, hey Vanessa'. So my brain is possibly just confused at all the different information it's getting XD
