#flyingxshotgun

[xrebellem]

{ ♕ } -- "I jus' need y' to help me find it."

[feistyginnyarchive2]

Das r0od you haven't even bought me dinner and you're tryin to touch mah wings? Gurrl get yo priorities straight

Scuse me? You tryna kiss mah booty deen. I think you need ta re'valuate your choices. But fine. I'll make you dinner, jus' stop whining.

[feistyginnyarchive2]

kiss kiss butt

Dats inappropriate deen. [whispers] can I touch yo wings?

[puristmalfoy]

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æ - Random fact about the mun?

I used to have a perfectly straight nose, but after falling into a fence when show jumping, there's a lil bump and it pisses the hell out of me. 

I'm a perfectionist and noOO i hate it

[xmerifri-archive-blog]

Scrutiny. That was the choice gaze given towards the angel, before earthened wings puffed slightly. "Cas."

Apparent interest is met with resolute displeasure; distrust and uncertainty radiating from the depths of limitless light as the ruffled challenge of ocher wings is met with a flare of obsidian pinions. 

"Dean."

It is not his name, just as ‘Cas’ is not his. It is a play at an intimacy of friendship that they do not share; as much of an insult as anything else. 

Neither is what the other expects; their existence confounding and bewildering. Dean does not bear Grace, Castiel does. Cas does not bear grace, Daeniel does. 

Yet here they both stand, beacons of light amidst the twilight of a desperate world; ablaze with misguided expectation and jilted assurance. 

He doesn’t trust him. 

[xv--ii]

flyingxshotgun

         ❝Is it too late to pray to God, because I'm pretty fucking sure that's just wrong.❞      Either it was some kind of joke, or Chicago was just really messed up. It's advertising for a new TV show or something. There's a huge poster on the side of this building with two people kissing, and the catchphrase of the show is "Incest is Best". Jared doesn't usually judge people from Hollywood since that's where he grew up, but no. Seriously. What the actual fuck?      Jared dramatically clasps his hand beneath his chin and turns his face to the sky.

         ❝Dear God, please smite the fucking idiots who planned this advertisement. They need to go. Now.❞

[domine-deus]

There's a shift in his movements again, eyes carefully watching Castiel. Always a tug around him. There was /always/ a tug. He always had an interest in the human - all humans, in fact. Albeit this one.. this one kept Dean's curiosity peaked. 'You like CCR, too?'

You're overestimating my knowledge, Dean.. I'm not sure what band that is.

[domine-deus]

'So. I vote we go to a bar-' There is pause in the angel's words. Remembering priests didn't /drink/. Nor did they flirt with the females in the bar. Unseen wings twitched in contemplation, before shoulders relaxed to a semblance of defeat. 'Maybe a vintage restaurant. Yknow, playing Elvis and that crap.'

"If you want to go to a bar, Dean.. you can. But you're right with the assumption that I'm not interested in it." He pauses thoughtfully. "Elves is alright."