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so looking through the blackout tag has given me a little more confidence in myself

i’ve internalized a lot of shit, have a lot of hate for myself, and generally felt like an outsider looking in

i’m not smiling because i’m very self-conscious about my face and my hair and… pretty much all of my body

but here i am, a day late and about a million dollars short

Washing dishes, Castiel thought, was oddly soothing.

There was something calming about taking the piles of dishes and making them clean again. Plates, pots, utensils… all went into the water dirty and came back out sparkling clean.

He hummed quietly to himself, completely missing the sound of feet on the hardwood floor.

Arms wrapped suddenly around his waist from behind. A familiar, warm body pressed itself all along his back, a chin sneaking over his shoulder to peer into the soapy depths of the sink. Cas smiled.

“Hello, Dean,” he said, turning his head. He felt Dean’s grin against his lips as Dean turned into the kiss. It was brief and chaste, but sweeter than the apple pie Cas could still taste on Dean’s lips from dessert.

“Dishes can wait,” Dean said. He kissed Cas’s temple and murmured against his skin. “Sam’s got some kind of Thanksgiving special on TV. There’s popcorn and the couch is empty if you want to… you know.”

“Cuddle?” Cas asked innocently, enjoying Dean’s spluttering protest that he did not cuddle.

It was only a token protest and Cas imagined he could hear it grow weaker by the day. He smiled, soft and warm, and relaxed back against Dean. Dean quieted, one hand rubbing absently up and down Cas’s side.

“I think I’d like that,” Cas said finally. He lifted his hands out of the soapy water and grabbed the dish towel folded neatly beside the sink. As he gave his hands a quick dry, he turned. “Wash dishes with me later?”

Dean smiled and gave Cas a quick kiss. Cas tilted his head for a better angle; the kiss lingered, drew long, yet nonetheless remained chaste.

Dean pulled back. He gently tugged the dish towel out of Cas’s now-dry hands and placed it carelessly on the countertop behind Cas.

“Deal,” he said, smiling.

ATB Challenges - week 5!

June 8st - June 15th

O.C. UPGRADE CHALLENGE!

Rules:

(all rules are optional suggestions! Feel free to change them as you see fit !)

  1. This week we’re reviving one of your old OCs! Take an old OC (like your first OC ever for example, that’s what I did) and use them to fill out the grid below!
  2. You can fill out the grid or make a new grid but make sure to show the original art of your oc so we can see how much you’ve grown!!
  3. Post them to the tumblr tag #ATB challenge!

Example:

I took my old Naruto OC from middle school and gave her a tune up! Her name is Shajutsu and she is like Naruto’s cool cousin idr

I tried to keep with her original color palette but do whatever! Upgrade them OCs!!!

MTV’s Shaunna Murphy is now an official addict of The 100. 

Welcome to the madness. Here’s an excerpt:

You might have heard by now that The CW’s “The 100” is worth your watch, and I’m just here — a day late, and a dollar short — to let you know that this post-apocalyptic adventure drama will consume your soul until all 20 episodes have been binged, and even your Seamless app doesn’t want to deal with you anymore.

Read her whole article, filled with great reasons to tune in –> HERE.

OTP Challenge | Day 3

My Favorite Kiss: Arrow 3x01

Really? I need to explain why this is my favorite?

Funny story, actually. Technically, this is Oliver and Felicity’s only “real” kiss thus far. (Unless you count the deleted scene kiss, which I do not. Or you may prefer the precious forehead kiss from 3x09. But honestly, who aboard this ship is not obsessed with their lip-on-lip action?)

In typical Olicity form, the first kiss is as uniquely spectacular as the couple, because the fireworks happen in the subtlety of the act. On paper, these two should not work. And yet they do. On paper, the 3x01 script defines the moment as “A perfect, true love kiss.” But really, it’s thanks to the chemistry shared between SA and EBR—and how well they know their respective characters—that this magical moment can focus on love and not on lust. While a rather public display of affection, the kiss is the antithesis of awkward. One thing that’s so great about Olicity is just how gravitationally drawn to each other they are, despite the inopportunity of their current lifestyle. How much more star-crossed can you get?

We’ve seen Oliver kiss a lot of women before—I mean, it’s no lie that the man has been “somewhat” of a player. And yet Felicity keeps gradually tugging new dynamics out of him, so even the way he kisses her is different than how he’s kissed other women. He’s strong but also incredibly gentle, holding her like she’s a porcelain doll: from the way his hands are big enough to literally cup her entire face to the way their open lips linger against each other at the end, as they are both reluctant to stop. Only Olicity could make the simple act of breathing the same air appear both sweet and volatile at the same time. Then, when he finally does have to pull away, once again Oliver allows himself to watch Felicity, to memorize her features for a just moment, until she opens her eyes and the dream has to end.

The perfect first kiss is a taste of what ifs, an unspoken goodbye. Arrow has a brilliant tendency to overlap each significant Olicity scene with at least one other prior Olicity scene, thus creating layers upon layers of parallels. The kiss is a callback to the night Oliver first told Felicity that he loved her and it was a “ruse.” So their beautiful vulnerability becomes poisoned with disappointment, reinforced by the fact that the Olicity Theme is playing in the background. (That’s right. My OTP has their own music, and I am obsessed with it.)

The scene also involves that symbolic backlighting, which has current and future implications for character development. The beauty of the Oliver-Felicity relationship is that there’s always hope. But therein also lies the tragedy: while certain feelings may always be brewing underneath the surface, their “status” remains undefinable as long as our hero considers his girl unattainable.