#needs them

[shinayashipper]

Huggies...

[local-dragon-haunt]

Me, going to the HTTYD tag on Ao3: Dragons.

Ao3: Hiccstrid?

Me, sweating: d-dragon,,,,s?

Ao3: Modern AU...?

Me, crying: Dragunns....

[allo-frouto]

You want some big back muscles in your submissions?

Yes please!

[deedsofmercy]

Too tired to function, not tired enough to sleep

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Who wears the shirt that says "If lost, return to ___" and who wears the one that says "I am ___"?

Misha would wear the “If lost, return to ___” shirt, and it probably would have come in pretty handy when they were in Rome this past summer.  At one point, while they were wandering around tiny shops and narrow, winding streets, Misha had wandered away. Jensen would have just called him, but they had both decided to leave their phones at the hotel room because they didn’t want any distractions– never thinking that they might actually need them to find each other.

About forty five minutes later, Misha appeared on the heels of an elderly old woman, finally pointing him in the direction of a cafe that luckily they both had discussed eating at for lunch– and that’s where Jensen figured he should wait. As the woman tugged on Misha’s arm, finally shoving him forward into the door of the cafe, Jensen asked where Misha had run off to. Turns out, he saw someone with a bag of produce and thought there might be a farmer’s market nearby and stepped away to ask them about it, but it turned out that that person only spoke Italian, so he followed them to someone else who could translate– which took him about four blocks away to a completely unrecognizable street. The old woman came around some time later, after Misha had somehow gathered two locals, three tourists and a member of the British military, all trying to figure out how to get back to the cafe where his friend was most likely waiting.

Jensen just laughed as he listened to the tale– a tale that only Misha could tell, but he laughed even harder when the old woman reached out and pinched Misha’s ass, mumbling something that sounded undeniably dirty, even though they didn’t truly understand what she said. With wide eyes, they both watched her shuffle away– wondering if this was something they should come to expect when they’re in Rome.

Yeah … anyway, they don’t leave their phones at the hotel anymore and Jensen should really consider getting some of those shirts.

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[lady-grump]

bought 8 pairs of earrings for 10 bucks on amazon. I need them here now. i got fake plugs, cuz i don't have the stomach to actually gauge my ears and i love the aesthetic. 

[apocalypsedreamsz]

It's cool that you treat your other friend who has done less things for you than me. It's cool for trying to make me "butthurt" even after buying you cunts food & not even asking for fucking money. It's okay for treating me like shit after smoking you cunts out. IT'S ALL FUCKING COOL. Friends are so fucking great aren't they? c,: