A Wise Angel Once Said...
Well I've been thinking... monkeys are so clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is is really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean how important is lipstick to you?
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A Wise Angel Once Said...
Well I've been thinking... monkeys are so clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is is really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean how important is lipstick to you?
Love Song Of A Madman
Castiel keeps a diary while at Northern Indiana State Hospital and when Dean reads it, he finally steps up.
Oh dear lord this felt so canon I almost believe it happened and finally FINALLY a fic where Meg isn't portrayed as an evil temptress but just as Meg
Height differences. my favorite thing ever. Also, one of my favorite moments of mental!cas.
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"A flower, for my caretaker. My thorny beauty "
Meg takes the flower from her broken little angel, the poor little thing already wilting and her inner demon is tempted to crush the dilapidated scrap of a bloom beneath the heel of her boot.
That would upset Cas, though, and she's not sure she can handle that sad, sulking look on his face like when she ate his jell-o, and the little shit pouted for the rest of the day with puppy-dog eyes that could melt the heart of Satan himself.
Instead, she examines it for a lingering moment before tucking the drooping stem behind her ear, the little blue blossom peeking out through coffee-colored curls.
"Poetry? Really, Clarence?"
By the time she's spoken he's gone, though crouching at the edge of the hospital gardens, azure eyes fixed ever-so intently upon the bees who flit about from flower to flower, collecting pollen for the survival of the hive and the greater good of creation.
"Just don't get stung, okay?"
"The bees won't sting me. They're really quite docile."
"Sure they are."
{ and when i'm lost
--you search for me
and when i doubt
you're my belief. }
Your boy's awake. He's just a tad different than when he dozed off..
So tired omg I just got back from the con. I'll write about NYCC tomorrow maybe.
I was mental!Cas with the Sorry box. So many people took pictures, how flattering c: I'll post my own later too! I'm going back on Sunday, same costume. I know that there'll be more Supernatural cosplays then.