aug-19

*after school, Friday afternoon*

He Tian: Here’s the key to my apartment.

Mo Guan Shan: What the chicken dick do I need that for?

He Tian: So I don’t have to wake up and unlock the door for you, when you come over in the morning to cook me breakfast.

Mo Guan Shan: I’m not coming over to cook you fucking breakfast! 

He Tian: I like my eggs boiled. 

Mo Guan Shan: I never fucking agreed to this!

He Tian: *leaving* See you tommorow morning, babe.

Mo Guan Shan: *angry noises*

Main ingredient

GuanShan: Now, put the salt. Just a little!
He Tian: *sighs* This is not what I expected when I asked you to cook together
GuanShan: This is just an omelette! What the fuck did you expect?
He Tian: That’s not what I mean
GuanShan: What the fuck do you mean then?!?
He Tian: Something like…“I’m your dinner” or “ Want to eat me?”
GuanShan: *blushing* THAT’S NOT EVEN COOKING!!

take this burden - part 27

[ shelter - porter robinson ]

-

Mo Guan Shan said something, donning a light green t-shirt that fit like it had been made for him and a pair of snug, gray, jeans.

He pulled on some socks and a pair of black tennis shoes.

Lastly, he went into the bathroom and fixed his hair.

He stepped back into the room, giving He Tian with a questioning look.

‘Sorry, what?’

‘I asked if you still want to go to the club.’ He repeated.

‘Oh…sure, let’s do it.’

‘You alright?’ The redhead asked, concerned.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. You look fantastic.’

Mo Guan Shan looked down at his outfit with a frown.

‘I dressed down a bit, I can put on something nicer…’

‘No. No, no. I do need to be able to talk and drive.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, a faint tint to his cheeks.

‘So…should I lose the sequined thong?’

‘That’s not funny.’

‘It’s a little funny.’

He Tian rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

That’s what he’d been going for, at least.

The way Mo Guan Shan was looking at him told him he hadn’t quite pulled it off.

‘I’m going to go get cleaned up. I’ll meet you back here in half an hour or so.’

‘Sounds good.’

He Tian turned looked around the room.

‘Where’s the cat?’

‘Under the dresser.’

He Tian nodded as if that was the most normal thing in the world and turned to leave.

Mo Guan Shan waited until he left and checked his reflection one last time, trying to see himself the way He Tian did.

He made sure Felix had everything he needed and made his way into the living room.

Jian Yi turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows.

‘You look great.’

He fought the urge to ask what the difference was tonight that warranted compliments.

‘You’re coming with us, right?’

‘Of course. Come with me and let me check your various injuries while we wait.’

Mo Guan Shan followed him into the bathroom.

‘You got the stitches wet.’

It wasn’t a question.

‘Yeah. Sorry.’

Jian Yi pulled his kit out from under the sink, fishing around for a small pair of scissors, gently snipping the threads and removing them with a pair of tweezers.

He applied some ointment and a small band-aid.

‘They were in for long enough, it seems. The bruise is looking better. So is your lip. You look significantly less like you got your ass kicked.’

‘Excellent.’

‘Alright, let me see your ribs.’

Mo Guan Shan pulled his shirt over his head.

The oldest bruises were barely noticeable. The newest were fading slowly.

‘Does it still hurt?’

‘Not much.’

‘Take a few deep breaths.’

Jian Yi poked at him for a minute or so, seeming satisfied.

‘Last thing, take your pants off.’

‘And they say romance is dead.’

‘It is. Pants off.

Mo Guan Shan sighed, unbuttoning his jeans, working them down his hips and propping his leg up on the counter, fighting intense embarrassment as Jian Yi crouched down.

He applied some translucent gel to the scars and antibiotic ointment to the newest one, slapping another band-aid over it.

‘Alright, you’re good to go.’

Mo Guan Shan slid off the counter and redressed.

‘Are you alright?’

‘You tell me, doc.’

Jian Yi rolled his eyes.

‘You know what I mean.’

‘Yeah.’ Mo Guan Shan assured him. ‘I’m fine.’

The front door opened with a creak.

‘You guys ready?’ He Tian called.

Jian Yi raised his eyebrows questioningly.

‘Don’t leave me alone in there.’ Mo Guan Shan pleaded quietly.

Jian Yi reached out and gave his arm a light squeeze.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’

They joined He Tian.

-

The drive to the club was short and tense.

Both He Tian and Mo Guan Shan, for different reasons, became more nervous by the minute.

As always, He Tian drove like an asshole, so it didn’t take long.

He Tian pulled into his parking space, the yellow concrete barrier should have read ‘He.’ But had been crossed out with black spraypaint. 

Haphazardly painted next to it-

‘Asshole.’

‘Angry ex-employee?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘Nope, that was me.’ Jian Yi piped up. ‘Just keeping him humble.’

He Tian snorted.

‘Thanks for the touch-up.’

‘Don’t thank me, I wanted it to be a dick.’

‘Lovely.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything, and opening the door.

He Tian held his hand up, low enough for only Jian Yi to see.and waited for Mo Guan Shan to close the door.

‘I need to take care of whatever has undoubtedly gone wrong while I was gone. Don’t leave him alone in there.’

Jian Yi suppressed a smile.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’

They all exited the car.

He Tian locked the doors and led them around the building.

Mo Guan Shan froze when he saw a small line of loud, well dressed, people outside the door. 

He suddenly felt underdressed and even more unprepared.bombarding him with all the things that could possibly fo wrong here 

Especially for…whatever this was. 

A job interview?

People would undoubtedly realize they’d arrived together.

What would they assume?

What did he want them to assume?

What if the other employees were dicks?

What if he made an ass of himself?

Without missing a beat, Jian Yi grabbed him by the upper arm and fell into step with him as He Tian approached the bouncer.

‘Stand up straight and keep walking. No time for hesitation.’

Shocked, Mo Guan Shan let himself be pulled along, adding another item to what will be a very long list of things to thank Jian Yi for.

They reached He Tian, standing behind him while he finished his conversation and the bouncer stepped aside.

There was a very long moment when they stepped inside and let their eyes adjust.

Mo Guan Shan looked around, taking it all in.

He Tian watched him.

As the neons danced in his eyes and leached the color from his skin, he smiled.

Whoa.

Heart skipping in his chest, he took Mo Guan Shan’s hand and pulled him into the crowd.

Tomitake: Today is 4 years since I joined MeseMoa., huh? 4 years ago I wouldn’t even imagine that I could become an idol one day, but I’ve come so far thanks to everyone. MeseMoa. is the best group in the world for me. And I’m so proud of this group! So I’m looking forward to your support for MeseMoa.🌸

No, I know everybody’s talking about the mix Tape scene and all, but can we just talk about how casually irritated Cas gets when he finds the impala’s locked, and he’s all sassy and snarky as he yells,

“DEAN! IT’S LOCKED! ”

And Dean just gets annoyed right back at him and just tosses the keys so casually like yes we do this all the fucking time, but even that’s not the point.

The point is, Cas literally just stole the colt from Dean’s bedroom. From under his pillow (and that’s a completely different can of worms) but Dean, sweet Sweet Dean just tosses the keys to his fucking home to Cas like it’s no big deal and I am literally melting.

The only thing better than romantic! sentimental! Destiel is ‘we’re a domestic’ and an 'old married couple’! Destiel.

ID #23456

Name: Pia
Age: 19
Country: Germany

Ahoi there, my name is Pia and I live in Berlin (Germany). I’d like to get to know people and cultures all other world and I think exchanging letters might be fun?
I like reading (my favourite book is “I am the messenger” by Markus Zusak), drawing and painting (my appartement is full of paintings I made myself), watching TV series like The Walking Dead, Hannibal, American Horror Story, New Girl and Bob’s Burgers (currently I also watch wrestling shows?)! I’m also interested in gardening, traveling, cooking and learning Italian by chance!
However, I think it’ll be okay if you’re not interested in any of these things, I’m sure we could find a lot of things to talk about!!

Preferences: Please only 18+, other than that it doesn’t matter! (I’d like to exchange letters, so please only snail mail pals!)

Dean’s Messages- 12*19

So when Dean asked Cas why he ignored their phone calls, he said that the reception is poor. then when Dean said that they had a shot at Dagon and lost, Cas’s answer was: “I know, I received your messages”. I thought that meant as soon as Cas left heaven he started receiving all the messages and the missed calls.

But what if by messages Cas meant Dean’s prayers? what if Dean was praying to Cas because Cas wouldn’t answer his phone, and Dean was worried sick about him?

I felt that the whole scene was a parallel to 8*02. When Dean found Cas by the river and made aware that Cas ran away, he was angry that Cas, to use Dean’s words, “bailed out” and ditched him.

Dean: I prayed to you, Cas, every night.

Cas: i know.

Dean: you know, and you didn’t-   what the hell is wrong with you?

And in the last episode-

Dean: we had a shot at Dagon. and we lost.

Castiel: I know, I-…received your messages.

Dean: oh you did, you did receive the messages, okay thats good. so not only were you ditching us but you were also ignoring us. […] what the hell is wrong with you, man ?


@tenoko1 is it possible or this ship is making me lose my mind or maybe both?

ID #36955

Name: Miriam
Age: 19
Country: Netherlands

Well, my name is Miriam and I am 19 years old. I am dutch and at the moment I am studying to be a veterinarian assistant. I live in a small village in the province of Gelderland, which is surrounded with woods and meadows.

I love reading. Mostly fantasy, but I will try anything. One of my favorite series is Harry Potter.
I also like to write, it helps to clear my mind sometimes. I love my pets. Also I am a bit chaotic and a bit shy.

I’m also not really any good at about me’s so sorry for that.. I really like the idea of a penpal so I hope that I meet someone this way :)

Preferences:  preferably someone who speaks English or Dutch, because those are the only two languages I know. but I would like it if that person is from another country. I also would like it if that person is a girl and preferably around my age, so somewhere between 18 and 23 years old.

For friends who’ve been wondering what i’ve been up to… A while back I made a cover of “Do It for Him/Her” from Steven Universe, but in estonian! I thought this would be hard to translate but it was the easiest of the bunch so it’s the first one i’m posting publicly! Hope you like! 
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I’m figuring that the equations we saw Sam had written out on the table in 12x19 were ones that he created himself. I mean, he was dealing with an entirely new thing, so it’s not like there’s going to be equations out there that he can already use. Sam used what he found out about nephilims through research and combined it with some pretty advanced knowledge of math. I’ve had to work with creating equations before, and let me tell you, it’s not easy. Sam compiled information from multiple books, so he put that information together along with what he already knew about when the nephilim was conceived, created variables for the different things involved, and then put those together to create equations. None of that would be anywhere near easy, and there are probably not many people that have the ability to do that. So when Dean says, “That’s a beautiful mind,” I wholeheartedly agree.

ID #36448

Name: Ashleigh
Age: 19
Country: England

Hey! First things first…I always get stuck writing these me things. Anyways I will be going to university in September after spending a year out! I’d love to meet people from all around the world, but would also love to maybe mail? I would to receive letters from different parts of the country and send mail back! I will be studying Sociology and I completely love the topic. I am also involved in performing arts, all the singing, acting and drama. I really enjoy travelling and photography, capturing the most beautiful of pictures really allows me to express myself. I would love to hear from you, so don’t be afraid to send an email and if you would we could maybe mail too.

Preferences:  English speaking would be preferred when communicating, sadly I only speak English with a little Spanish from school. 18+ too please.