ehhh it's bad

controllerhorse  asked:

*Takes Pastel's glasses and quickly smooches her on the cheek before lightly jogging away.*


Pastel: What….j–… I have so many questions… H-hey My glasses!

@controllerhorse

Mod: Sorry I haven’t been posting much And they aren’t really questions.. I will try to answer actual questions and such. Also, Im going to be answering asks for Milk Tea now

a harmless little compilation of jimin’s recent dope adlibs (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

It's 2 AM and I'm still awake...

Reading fanfics, crying over fanfics, looking for other fanfics…(AHH! ANGST!) (I need to read some fluff now.Excuse me..)

Where's My Cape?

Castiel had searched everywhere for it: the floor of his room, under his bed, on the hook by the front door, the kitchen, even the chicken yard and the fringe of the woods. He couldn’t find it.

“Where’s my cape?” He asked the empty space around him from his spot in the front yard.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of familiar red.

‘Oh goodness, not again,’ he thought with an exasperated sigh.

Castiel made his way over to the back of the house, where the woods came closest. There, behind the pile of firewood, sat his big bad wolf, Dean.

Dean, for the umpteenth time, had stolen his red cape.

Castiel folded his arms across his chest. “Dean, how many times do I have to tell you to leave my cape alone?”

Pointy ears perked up under the soft hood, and he twisted around to see Castiel. “You were going to wash it, Cas! With soap!” He tugged at the front, keeping it tight around his strong body.

Castiel sighed, smiled gently, and sat down in front of the werewolf who hated soap.

“I promise,” he said gently, fingers finding Deans ear under his hood and scratching just exactly were he liked it best, “I won’t wash it.”

Dean whined and leaned into the touch. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

If Castiel left that encounter with a few new bite marks peppering his neck, well, at least he had his cape to cover it.
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m-arci-a I’ve written a few drabbles for you in the past, so I consider us friends. This was based off one of your live stream doodles.