#littlemisssynesthesia

[ofskiins]

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@littlemisssynesthesia has something for the shifter !!

Eyes blinked open in mild surprise when the smaller redhead appeared in hisline of vision long enough to press a gentle, firm kiss to his slightly parted lips.A pleased little hum escaped the shifter, arms sliding around her shoulders topull her close and keep her at just the right angle, not deepening the kiss butletting it persist for another handful of heartbeats. A soft sigh left him when theyparted, Elliot following her as she pulled away to press a skimming kiss alongthe bridge of her nose.

     “If I did something for that, tell me what it was so      that I can keep on doing it.”

[askagentsitwell]

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“Ma’am, I’m afraid you can’t be here.  This is a restricted area.” 

[crowleytm]

And also, Metatron had good reasons to do what he did to the angels, and he only got vicious with him after he fought against him, so yeah no. Not to mention Cas is fucking terrible at being a leader in any capacity

Pretty sure if Cas was God (not counting the time he was God because he was choc full of Leviathan Ovaltine) Heaven would go to Hell in a handbasket. Or something.

[crowleytm]

Tbh I honestly couldn't pay attention to the post about how Cas deserves better past point one. He fucking rebelled against heaven for the fucking Winchesters and has proven that he is more loyal to them than heaven, so honestly??? I don't blame them

And it’s pretty shitty to just call all the angels dicks when we know some who haven’t. Not many, but some. Incidentally, I think all the angels who weren’t dicks are dead or in Gabriel’s case, probably chillin’ with the big burrito somewhere.

If anything, I feel a bit sorry for Metatron. I mean yes, he’s a big bag of dicks, but he’s more likeable than a lot of the current cast (obvious company excluded)

[ofskiins]

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@littlemisssynesthesia celebrates the new year the best way

Elliot loved the holidays where there was an excuse to pull a loved one in closeand plant a kiss on them, and he most certainly enjoyed the midnight kiss. Hedidn’t get many, admittedly but, when he did, he most certainly had a hopefullook to the future year and all it would throw at him, a rarity for the shifter.

It wouldn’t take a genius to notice Elliot’s eagerness as blue hues focused onthe slowly descending ball in New York, the clock at the lower, right hand cornerof the television marking the seconds to welcome the new year. Slowly, a chanthad risen from the crowd of people around the television screen, everyone’svoice adding to the loud murmur that overcame the television’s own chantingcrowd.

Elliot, mouthing the numbers as he weaved his way to find the redhead thatwas his current company, glancing at his digital watch as the seconds ticked by.

     “10……                     9…….                                   8……                                                 7…….                                                                 6……                                                                                5…..                                                                  4……                                                   3……                                   2…..                 One–.”

The shifter, having found the redhead, had positioned himself just as the lastfew numbers were called out and, breathing one against lips he was alreadymoving in on, Elliot pressed a slow, careful kiss to Cassandra’s lips. Fingershad curled over her cheeks to keep her face still, ignoring the loud cries ofhappiness, the trumpets being blown, and the poppers being popped, focusedmore on the redhead under his hand and lips, letting the kiss linger for a secondlonger, before breaking it. He was still close to her, hands still framing her softcheeks, breaths mingling, words leaving him in a whisper.

     “Happy New Year, Cassie.”

[skinwalkcrs-blog]

"Good morning. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt."

the morning after sentences@littlemisssynesthesia || accepting

Dark hues lifted from the open laptop screen, where Charlie had been perusingthe week’s weather report, a cup of coffee swirling steam slowly into the kitchenair, gaze focusing on the shorter redhead. A pleased little hum escaped him, alow noise, head canting to the side as shoulders rolled up in a slight shrug.

     “Keep it, if you want. Suits you.”

tee, the large shirt fitting loosely on her smaller frame, a certain intimacy thatdidn’t override the sensuality of seeing her in his clothing. In short, he liked it.

[skinwalkcrs-blog]

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a puppy for the dog!?@littlemisssynesthesia || accepting

     “Cassandra? Cassandra, who is this?”

Not what is it, but who. A very important question to ask, in Will’s opinion, asthe ball of wiggling fur and kneading paws currently occupying his life was nota familiar being to the younger skinwalker. He had absolutely no idea where theredhead had procured the puppy, nor did he really care at the moment, as hismain concern was getting the puppy to stay off his lap which was a difficult featas the puppy seemed downright determined to curl in his lap.

[ofskiins]

[text] Police just asked where you are. You should hide

@littlemisssynesthesia sent a worrisome text – uh-oh

[ text ; Cassie ] What? Are you sure? Did you ask why?

Elliot had no damn idea if she was joking or not, though he was more than sureCassandra wouldn’t joke about something like that. Even still, it had the shifteron high alert, mind no longer focused on enjoying a day to himself and, instead,focused on glancing over his shoulder and looking for an innocent face to steal,loathing the pain that would overcome his body when he shifted. For the pastfew years, he had been successfully in keeping off the radar, but it seemed hehad to change faces one last time, unsure if his previously used skins were indanger of being noticed.