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[justaclassytrashpanda]

Tagged by pieofthelord!!! :D

Always post the rules: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Tag 11 new people. Message the people you’ve tagged to let them know that you’ve tagged them. Have fun!

1. If you could make the house of your dream, how would it be ?

Victorian or Edwardian style double house, rose arch in front, decent garden (with gardener! :L ) and a swimming pool with jacuzzi out back. Telescope in the loft balcony. Small study under stairs room, wood paneling, old fashioned bathroom with claw footed bath etc....yeah. Four poster bed, the full business.

2. You can pick one thing you want to be able to do, and a professional will come and give you a hand : what would you pick ?

Ooooo....uhm..........osteopathy? Hypnotism?

3. What do you want to be ?

*instant panic mode*...a......a fluffy spoiled housecat?!

4. What is your favourite thing to do ? How do you like it ?

*dirty chuckling and then clears throat*...um, my favourite thing? Hard to choose I mean..sleeping and eating is nice, and I have hobbies, but visiting the zoo is awesome and things so...?

5. Is there one story (book, movie, song…) who really touched your soul ? Why ?

The Doom Spell Trilogy by Cliff McNish. It was my first fantasy fiction and it was (and is) so wonderful and imaginative it got me into the whole genre. Now I can't get enough...

6. Do you have a favourite place to be ?

My bed! xD

7. Do you believe in fate ?

Not really. I believe we make our own paths...hell, even the Greeks weren't sure of fate.

8. Picture an angel. Describe the first thing that comes to your mind when thinking about it.

My young imaginary friend or a podgy blonde gentleman.

My conscience: moral guidence.

9. Do you believe appearances are important ?

Uhm...to some degree. I have been accused of not trying enough. I put a little make up whenever I leave the house, and add more for parties etc. Everyone at my school clearly spends hours on their hair but if you like some-one, surely it is better for them to see you at your worst and then your best? It is an inevitability after all.

10. If a stranger went to see you in the street and started talking to you (not being rude, not being aggressive or intrusive, just like, “hey ! how you doin’ today ?), how would you react ?

If they weren't seemingly off their head then smile and say "Yeah, good." Maybe ask how they are. make an excuse and leave if needs be.

11. Oceans or rivers ?

Oceans I think....I love the coast as I live so far from nice ones. I live in the Lake District so I am kinda use to lakes and rivers. They are still nice though...on a summers day you see the swans gliding along, feed the ducks and things.....

My questions: 

1. Who was your first crush?

2. Confess a weird habit?

3. Werewolf or Vampire?

4. Penthouse Apartment in the city or stone cottage in suburbs/country?

5. Flight or invisibility?

6. Are you double-jointed anywhere?

7. Favourite video game/games?

8. Marvel or DC?

9. More introvert than extrovert?

10. Current obsession?

11. If you could get professionals to do the costume, makeup, etc, for a big convention for free, then who would you cosplay as?

[valorant-reverie]

Destiel - Thread

From the prompt "Destiel. Thread." by thursdaysfeatherback.

Probably not what you were expecting, and I got a little carried away forgetting it was only supposed to be three paragraphs, but I hope you like it anyways!

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Normally Sam would do this for him, but this was one of those days where all Dean was going to get from his little brother was a disapproving eye roll as he dragged himself through the door of their shared motel room, bruised and battered from a nasty fight in a bar with some asshole who was being too forward with the cute redhead behind the counter and who needed to be put in his place.

Sam had gone out to see if they had any more stain removal stuff in town from one of the 24 hour stores, as this was Dean's favourite shirt and it was currently splattered with claret; both his and that of the unlucky few who had pissed him off. Dean was just trying to finish off the last stitch when a familiar flutter of wings made him lose concentration and jab the needle into his sore skin.

"Dammit Cas..." Dean hissed under his breath, refusing to turn around and acknowledge him, seeing his trenchcoat reflected fuzzily in the grubby bathroom mirror. Castiel stared at the back of Dean's head as if willing him to turn, and when he didn't, the angel sighed.

"Don't even think about it." Dean warned through gritted teeth, "I don't need a speech. The look I got from Sam was more than enough."

"I'm not here to chastise you, Dean. Only to see how you were coping with the current situation."

"Yeah, absolutely great." he drawled sarcastically in response, "All the stoner vampires have been beheaded and shredded."

"...you did also burn the remains?"

Dean chuckled humourlessly. "No, we totally forgot to do that after all the nests we've already razed."

"This is not a laughing matter, Dean. They could easily resurrect and--"

Dean turned around then, the thread dangling almost comically from his bloodied skin. "It's called sarcasm, Cas. Still not got the hang of that one, huh?" he muttered, reaching back to the sink to find the tiny scissors from the motel room's med kit, tying the thread in a tight little knot and snipping off the excess. He carelessly discarded the needle in the sink, briefly pondering whether he'd clean up the blood splatters on the porcelain or leave it for the cleaning lady to deal with once they'd left tomorrow morning, eventually deciding on the latter and storming past Castiel into the empty bedroom. The angel followed him and watched him storm around the space, muttering as he rid himself of the ruined shirt, tossing it onto the floor and throwing himself down on the bed.

"Can I... take a look?" Cas offered quietly, crossing the distance to Dean's feet. The headache starting to properly throb between Dean's eyes made him groan as he looked up but he nodded weakly. The angel approached and reached out for Dean's face, but the man flinched away and frowned up at him questioningly.

"If you let me touch it, I could heal the skin." Castiel explained, "It won't scar that way."

It takes a moment for Dean to deliberate that suggestion before he sighed quietly. "Yeah, okay. Please."

Tentatively the angel reached out to brush his fingertips along the haphazard stitching, making Dean cringe as he prodded the bruises. Cas made no apologies however, apparently transfixed on the wound as he mapped it out. After a while Dean was aware of his cheek feeling slightly numb as Castiel eased the thread out surprisingly painlessly before sealing the damaged skin.

Dean sighed happily. "Thanks." he mumbled drowsily. He had his eyes closed, so he didn't see the rare smile that tugged on Castiel's lips. The angel let his fingers linger longer than necessary on the fading inflammation, admiring the bone structure of Dean's face - his cheekbones, his nose, the scattering of freckles across his face...

"Uhh, Cas?"

Dean's questioning tone caused Castiel to flinch away, looking at him apologetically and stepping away from the side of the bed. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I should go." he announced, and before Dean could respond he was gone in a rustle of feathers.

He stared at the space that the angel had occupied and felt a weird tugging sensation in his chest, which he forced down as he turned over on the bed and closed his eyes determinedly.

Sam wouldn't question the rapid healing come the morning, like he never did, and Dean wouldn't bring it up either. Neither of them would probably see Castiel for a while and would probably been in trouble when they next did. Dean and Castiel would continue to conceal what Sam and countless others can see as plain as day, because that's just how they did things.

That's just the way it goes.

[valorant-reverie]

damnit then we're both screwed xD

It certainly seems that way, yes~!

[valorant-reverie]

I'd probably say Castiel too, because even though I love Sherlock Holmes probably the most out of any character ever I would be incredibly annoyed with him within five minutes and might end up punching him in the face (avoiding the nose and cheekbones, of course). Or maybe not. I don't knoW. Cause there is also the added bonus of the Winchesters, but, I mean, crime solving in London. But also world-traveling in an instant with Castiel. Oh gosh why did I ask this question this is too hARD

Ugh being analytical sucks xD

[valorant-reverie]

WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU RATHER DATE: Castiel, or Sherlock? ;3

See, I thought about this way more than what was necessary... At first I was gonna say Sherlock because of detecting and London and adventures and being friends with all the other characters, but then I remembered that thing about poisoning John so he forgot a whole Wednesday and reconsidered! So then I would say Castiel because I imagine he'd be quite a sweet boyfriend (who wouldn't poison me) and I'd get to hang out with the Winchesters as an added bonus ;D but WHAT ABOUT YOU?

[valorant-reverie]

WAIT WHY ARE YOU AWAKE

SLEEP IS FOR LESSER BEINGS

[valorant-reverie]

YOU COULD WRITE THE WORDS ON YOUR HAND OR ARM OR SOMETHING JUST IN CASE BUT YOU WON'T MESS UP CAUSE ITS ANGELES AND YOU SING IT GREAT

BUT MY MUM DIDN'T LIKE IT AND SHE'S NORMALLY QUITE RESPONSIVE WITH MY SINGING I DON'T KNOWIf anyone is wondering why we're shouting, it's because we live on different sides of the Atlantic. Otherwise we wouldn't hear each other, right?

[valorant-reverie]

NO WAIT DON'T CHICKEN OUT OF THE TALENT SHOW YOU'RE FABULOUS AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO HEAR YOUR SINGING

BUT I SUNG IT FOR MY MUMMA AND SHE SAID "Yeah, that was good" BUT LIKE REALLY DISMISSIVELY AND I DON'T KNOW BECAUSE WHAT IF I MESS UP OR FORGET THE WORDS AGAIN