For all of my asexual followers: Happy asexual awareness week!
(October 23rd - October 29th)
[Ace!Castiel, High school AU, friends to lovers.]
‘You’re the only one I’ll ever want, be mine! Please
go to prom with me, Castiel Novak.’
knew that he was looking like a complete fool, standing there in the middle of
the field with his mouth hanging open. In the background, the marching band
started playing 'All You Need Is Love’
while the cheerleaders kept waving the banners that were spelling out the
made by football captain Dean Winchester after a successful game. Dean, Castiel’s
best friend for years now, as well as
his unreachable crush. Or at least that’s what Castiel had always assumed, that
his feelings for Dean were one sided. Yet here they were, in front of the
entire school, people cheering from the bleachers; Castiel suspected that his
brother Gabriel was one of them.
there was Dean, down on one knee, gazing up at him with pleading green eyes, a
faint blush touching his freckled cheeks. Castiel knew Dean well enough to know
that Dean was seconds away from having a nervous breakdown, and Castiel
realized that of course, he was supposed to say 'yes’. Which should be easy,
because every cell in Castiel’s body was all but screaming at him to indeed
blurt out what could possibly be the most important 'yes’ of his entire life.
Even though Bangalore doesn’t really have an autumn, it’s hard not to be inspired by all the cosy sweater weather looks of the season. Bangalore has three seasons - hot and dry, cold and wet, and a pleasant in-between state which passes for both autumn and winter. It never gets quite cold enough for sweaters, so I’m interpreting fall with dark florals and lots of black this year. Yes, I’m wearing black! Which is so unlike me, because it’s a colour I’ve avoided for years, almost a decade really.
A long time ago, I used to hide in swathes of baggy black. Black was ‘slimming’, it was my armour. I spent my entire second semester as an undergrad in one single black kurta with my hair scraped back in a bun. As I started growing more comfortable with my body in my third year of Uni, I gradually began to phase black out of my wardrobe. Black was a reminder of my body hating days, a part of my teens and twenties that I wanted to leave far behind. I had a long way to go before I could feel neutral about black again, see it as just another colour in my wardrobe alongside my beloved jewel tones.
I got this dress tailored last month with some Kalamkari fabric I picked up in Commercial Street. I’d stayed away from tailors for years as well, after some particularly horrendous fat shaming thanks to my last seamstress. I was finally convinced by my friend Ushshi to give tailoring another go, and I’m so glad I did! My current tailor is a kind, old gentleman with a very headmasterly aspect who puts me totally at ease. Ever since I’ve fallen in love with the bohemian aesthetic, I’ve found myself drawn towards traditional Indian fabrics and handicrafts too. It’s a roundabout route to take into my own culture, but I think that’s what being thirty-something is all about - reconnecting with the roots and parts of my self I’d been sundered from for so long. It’s a more reflective time, a contemplative one, a time to gather old threads and take stock of what I’ll pass on to the next generation. In a way, my 30′s are autumnal.
The circle bag and ankle boots are recent buys, from Boohoo who actually ship to India for a flat rate of £6.99! I’ve been looking for alternatives to ASOS after their lackluster performance with delivery this year, and so far, I’ve come up with Boohoo, New Look and River Island, which isn’t at all bad. The bobble beret is the same one I’d worn for my very first date with my fiance (6 years ago!) and the little puppo pendant is from Eclectic Eccentricity. It’s something I’d managed to break shortly after getting it in 2014 - and guess when I finally got around to repairing it? The day before yesterday, which speaks rather eloquently about my love of procrastination!