guys can be pretty

Sunshine Special

Summary:  Dean considers himself a laid back guy, but he can get pretty damn possessive when it comes to anyone else hitting on his boyfriend.  A diner and a flirty waitress compel Dean to show everyone who Castiel belongs to.


Dean Winchester was by no means a possessive man.  Of course, it was no secret he’d been with quite a few partners, and he’d never had problems with any of them flirting with other people.  Hell, he’d even been in a few open relationships, and found them downright liberating.   

But this…this was Cas.  And though it was impossible to articulate why, that simple fact made it a different manner entirely.  

Dean watched as the buxom, blond waitress buzzed around his oblivious boyfriend like a honeybee, voice sickly sweet and thick with Southern accent.  

In the past, Dean might have been jealous that she wasn’t flirting with him instead, but he couldn’t blame her for digging Cas:  he knew from experience that there was some serious seductive power in those puppydog eyes.

No, Dean didn’t care that sometimes the ladies favored Cas.  He just wanted them to get the hell away from his boyfriend.  

“Alright, folks, lemme get this straight,” said the woman, finally straightening up.  Becky, her name tag read.  Of course it was Becky:  it seemed to Dean that all irksome blond women in this world were named Becky.  “So nachos and milkshake and a large caeser salad for the boys here, and a triple cheeseburger for you, sugar?”  

Cas nodded, evidently oblivious.  “Yes, please.”

“And steak with mushrooms,” added Mary.  “Bloody.

“You got it, ma’am,” said Becky, not appearing to notice the venom in Mary’s tone:  she was, it would appear, just as possessive as Dean was when it came to her angelic in-law.  “You’re orders should be comin’ right up before you can say Jack Robinson!”   

Dean glowered after Becky as the woman bounced away, the curly blond locks he sourly presumed to be hair extensions jiggling with every step.  He was just glad he was finally out with his family, so that he no longer had to hide this specific brand of loathing.

Peripherally, he was aware of Sam’s awkward attempts to initiate small-talk, to which he responded with unintelligible grunting noises.  It was soon clear to everyone involved that Dean was in no mood for idle chitchat.    

Soon, Becky returned with their orders, still oblivious to Dean giving her the stink eye.  It was all he could do not to flip over the table in a fit of rage when she bent over to put Cas’s burgers in front of him, putting her cleavage directly in his face.  

Sam watched his brother in concern as he sulkily watched her leave.  

“WHAT,” Dean demanded, mouth full of nachos.  

“I think you should talk to Cas, man,” Sam suggested discretely.  

Cas, eyebrows rumpled, watched the scene in confusion.  

“What?  What for?”  Dean scoffed, a stray chunk of tortilla chip flying from his mouth and landing on the table cloth.  Dignity, it would seem, was not his virtue today. 

“We came here to relax, in case you’ve forgotten,” said Mary pointedly.  “And I don’t like to say it, sweetheart, but you’re souring the mood a little.” 

Dean huffed.  “Well, you’re one to talk, Bloody Mary.”  

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” 

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Look, Dean.  I know you’ve been doing this for most of your relationship with Cas, but not everything can be solved with weirdly expressive staring contests.”  

Well, that was just rude.  

“Go talk to your boyfriend, Dean,” Sam reiterated.  “Tell him what’s bothering you.  Consistency and communication, right?” 

Dean looked beleaguerdly to the duo flanking him, and sighed in capitulation.  “Maybe…maybe you’re right.”  

Ignoring Sam and Mary’s gentle encouragements, he looked to Cas, who seemed to have given up on trying to follow along with the conversation and was now occupying himself with his burgers.  

Dean cleared his throat.  “Hey, uh, Cas, buddy.  You wanna come to the bathroom with me for a sec?”  

Cas looked confused.  “You know I don’t require that kind of bodily function, Dean.”

“Yeah, no.  Not what I meant,” Dean sighed, ignoring Sam and Mary’s stifled snickers.  “What I meant was…do you wanna maybe go somewhere a little more, y’know.  Private?” 

Cas squinted, then leaned in conspiratorially.  “Is this regarding intercourse?”  he whispered sagely.   

Sam snorted.

“NO!”  Dean barked, ears getting hot.  A few people at the surrounding tables looked up, and Dean lowered his voice.  “No.  Just…come with me to the bathroom, alright?  I wanna talk to you.” 

In the past, Dean might have worried how it would look to be walking to a very small, one-room restroom with another man.  Now it barely crossed his mind.  

Cas watched Dean, puzzled, as he locked the door behind him.

Then, he sighed, turned to face Cas and tried (failed) to get his thoughts together.  

“Cas…” 

“That is a variation of my name, yes,” Cas deadpanned. 

Dean gave him a look.  “Cas, y’know…I’m not a possessive sort of guy, right?” 

“I know nothing of the kind, Dean.  You were a demon, after all.”

Dean’s eyelids fluttered.  Here he was, actually trying to have a serious conversation for once in his life, and Cas had to go and turn into a goddamn comedian.  

Seeming to sense his discomfort, Cas offered, “I noticed you sometimes use humor to diffuse tense situations.” 

“Yeah, well, I appreciate the effort, Cas,” Dean sighed, wisely deciding not to add but it’s not working.  “Look, I don’t expect you to realize this, but that waitress out there…the way she was talking to you…”

“She was flirting with me,” Cas supplied.  “I know.”

Dean blinked comprehensibly.  “…You, uh.  You do?”

Now, it was Cas’s time to give Dean a look.  “I may still be new to the ways of mankind, Dean, but I’m not nearly so naive as you take me for.” 

Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, I guess you’re not, are you?” 

“I also noticed it was bothering you immensely,” Cas stated.  “Why is that, Dean?” 

Dean stared at him, suddenly wishing he’d been more subtle.  Then, he sighed, looking almost abashedly down at his boots.  

“Look, Cas,” he reluctantly began.  “I know I haven’t always treated you as good as I should have:  when I said I didn’t care you were broken, when I kicked you outta the bunker, when I nearly killed you that time-” 

“Dean, you know I-” 

“You forgive me,” Dean concluded for him, almost bitterly.  “I know.  You said it before.  But I don’t.”

Cas shakes his head, looking at Dean with such wide-eyed adoration it makes Dean sick.  “Dean,” he murmured. 

Dean sighed, looking pensively off into the distance.  “And even before then, I was so damn mean to you, y’know?  Calling you a sissy and a coward and a…”

“A baby in a trench coat?”  Cas offered. 

In spite of himself, Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, that too.  Point is, you deserve better than me, Cas.  And someday, selfish as it might be, I’m scared you’re gonna realize that.  And then, uh…and then…”  Dean bit his lip, unable to will himself to finish.

Cas seemed to read his mind.  “I’ll never leave you, Dean.”

“Cas-”

“No, Dean.  You’ve said you’re piece, now you listen:  you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in all my Father’s creation, and contrary to what you may think, I have seen many.  I’ve loved you since I first saw your soul in hell, and perhaps even before.  I’ve loved you since before I could identify the emotion of love at all, but I knew even then that being with you, holding you in my arms, fulfilled some primordial need I wasn’t aware I had.  I love you, Dean,” Cas reiterated.  “And even if I must leave you someday, I’ll always find you again.” 

Dean’s eyes felt damp now.  His mouth flopped open for a moment or two, searching vainly for something to say.  

Then, next thing he knew, he was doing something different with his lips entirely, kissing Castiel’s furiously as he pressed him up against the tiled bathroom wall.  

Dean,” Cas groaned, his deepened voice going straight to Dean’s pants. 

Cas evidently noticed the change, too, because he looked up at him slyly beneath half-lidded blue eyes.  “Are you sure this isn’t about intercourse, Dean?”

Dean stared at him, then huffed out an incredulous laugh.  “Buddy, you are not as innocent as everyone thinks you are.”

You could here a pin drop in the restaurant as the disheveled duo exited the bathroom, Dean grinning stupidly and stinking of sex, Cas’s cheeks still flushed pink and usual sex hair exacerbated. 

Sam, Mary, and yes, Becky too, all gape at them, owl-eyed, as they approach the table.  It was incredibly awkward, for everyone except Dean:  he was still too bathed in afterglow to feel anything but smug about the situation.  

Finally, it was Becky who broke the silence.  “Um.  You folks want desert?”

“Not for me, sweetheart,” Dean grinned, fingers laced possessively with Cas’s.  “I just had myself a Sunshine Special.” 

Of course, it’s a silly joke, one that only a few of those present will understand.  And besides, what Cas had ordered at the other place was a sunrise special, but Dean looked so happy with the whole situation that Cas couldn’t bare to correct him.

After Becky bustled away, Sam leaned over, infamous bitchface firmly in place.  “That is not what I meant when I said you guys should talk.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know how many baseballs have been pledged? Are we close to the 500 target?

We’re currently hovering around the 370 mark. We’d love to hit 500. It’ll make a huge impact. The baseballs are important. 

Hopefully the Pitches come through!

anonymous asked:

*needs to chill from screaming after finding out about this blog* *ahem* Barren, Detch... Are you precious children in a lil bit of a kinda love hate relationship xD or do you just flat out loathe each other. And Detch? Are you one of those smol children who gets SUPER angry about people making comments on your height? (Lol especially since Barren looks tall in comparison to you. Such precious children //slapped

Detch: “Love Hate relationship?” He reared back from the thought of any form of caring in regards to barren. “I mean, I can respect the guy but, overall I pretty much hate him…” he shrugged, rolling his eyes at the thought of Barren. 

Barren: “Oh Come ALONG Now!” Barren steps in cooing, and leaning on Detch with his elbow on his head. “This little squirt of a teenager Simply ADORES me to no end!” stretching his words out, speaking in his mixed accent from German to English, a pronunciation of speech he got from both sides of his parents. 

Detch: “Get OFF IT!” Detch rose his hands and shoved Barren off to the best of his ability, only leaving Barren cackling at the reaction of his teases annoying him. “and NO! I am NOT one of the stupid people get angry when called short! And I’m not a child! I’m 16!” 

Barren: “HA! Barren Gawked. “Well isn’t that a fat load of,– oh what would you English say, Rubbish? haha, So very full of lies today now aren’t you wee lil’ Detch?” Folding his arms in his pin up posture, looking down at Detch at an angle. 

Detch: “guuh” Detch groaned, walking away. 

Barren: “you must excuse my dear shrimp of a friend, he simply cannot admit at the fact that he does retain some manner of appreciated respect towards me despite clashing so very often. haha.”

so, i noticed that my human bill turned a year old this month (ayy same birth-month!) so I thought it would be funny and interesting to compare him to the first real drawing I ever made of him (theres more but they are all sketches and TERRIBLE) and OH BOY CHECK THIS OUT the guy changed a lot! I love it tho, it’s a good change and he went through a lot of that but I’m super at peace with where he is right now. I really wanna draw my AU as a comic now.

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Derp Emblem: Nobody Expects FE2

So you guys can probably tell we’re all pretty hyped up over the FE2 remake. I guess it just proves Mod Sugar’s age old saying “Nobody Expects FE2″ to be even more accurate than it already was. It’ll take a bit to get used to the new versions of Alm and Celica, but we’ll be seeing them a lot more often now!

Bonus:

I’m not getting rid of this joke just because his hair is confirmed green now.

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the ballad of mona lisa // panic! at the disco

Artist:  りつ(真ん中) (Twitter)

JBGREBGJHBGKJBGSDKJGER;KLGSLKGJRHKJSGF

OKAY GUYS りつ(真ん中)SENT ME THIS EARLIER ON FEB. 1 AND I DIDN’T KNOW BC I RARELY EVER USE TWITTER AND ONLY CHECK IT TO ADMIRE ART FROM ARTISTS AND I SEE THIS–

JGHREKJGHKLJG SHE SENT THIS IMAGE LIKE 3 TIMES TO ME AND I FELT SO BAD NOT SEEING IT BC I WASN’T ONLINE BUT OH MY GOD BLESS HER SOUL THIS IS SO CUTE AND I’M SO OVERJOYED RN I WANT TO CRY SHE’S GREAT I LOVE HER SO MUCH OH MY LORD 

I EVEN CHECKED HER TWITTER LIKE ???? DID SHE SEND ME THIS DOODLE AS HER LATEST DRAWING AT THE TIME BUT??? SHE DIDN’T EVEN POST IT ON HER TWITTER SHE SENT IT TO ME ONLY AND I’M LIKE ??? WAIT REALLY I– I’M JUST??? G O O D B Y E I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I LOVE HER ART AND COSPLAYS I CAN DIE HAPPILY RN 


HERE’S THE CONVO AND I JUST– GJREHGKRJGHKJLGHDGBJK SHE’S SO PRECIOUS I WANT TO CRY WHY IS SHE SO ADORABLE I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW THANKS 

I always message her whenever she draws Lest, like every single time and I felt like I was bothering her bc I kept repeatedly coming back asking for permission for every single doodle of Lest she did but no like??? SHE JUST– JGHREJKGHLSJKDGHLKJD

Eddsweets is here! (Eddsworld bakery au)

Hey peeps! Cartoon/Car here! As I said earlier I was working on my own au called Eddsworld bakery au (You guys can also call it as Eddsweets)! Well, here it is. This is a post that explains pretty much everything so you guys can get what the au is about! My English and explanation might not be good so… if you have any question about it then just simply send me an ask!

I’m currently working on the ask blog so please check it out! @ask-ew-bakery-au

So in this au, we focus on these 3 bakeries. Eddsweets, Eduardoats, and RedApple.

Eddsweets is located in 27 Durdam lane. Eddsweets has this event called : This week’s special ㅡ They basically make a cake or some type of dessert that explains an eddisode. Fun Fact : They secretly sell Smirnoff.

Eduardoats is located right next to Eddsweets. Eduardoats and Eddsweets were rivals since 2010. Fun Fact : Every time customer leaves, they say “Eddsweets sucks” as goodbye.

RedApple is the most popular and recommended bakery in the au. RedApple is located really far away from Eddsweets and Eduardoats so they don’t really know who works there. Fun Fact : It is rumored that if you say something related to sunshine, lollipops and rainbows in the store you will never make it out alive.

Edd is the leader, and the main baker of the bakery. He can pretty much bake everything! He is also a good artist! He sketches designs for desserts and sweets so he can bake it later.

Tom sometimes bakes but he mostly does deliveries and keeps an “eye” on storage so Matt can’t steal food. Tom also cleans the store.

Matt is a cashier and advertiser because he has good looks (mmmm). Plus, he sucks at baking. He sometimes can’t here what other customers are saying because he’s to focused on his mirror. Matt’s favorite food might be cinnamon roll because he smells like it.

Eduardo is the boss/cashier of Eduardoats. He’s grumpy all the time but is really kind to customers.

Jon is the main baker because he’s really shy to face other people than Eduardo and Mark.

Mark is the guard/storage keeper/delivery guy. He’s popular to kids because of his chin. Mark don’t speak much.


Tord is the boss/cashier of RedApples. He’s generally rude to people (including Paul, Patryk) but people seem to like him anyways. Tord hates sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. It is rumored that he keeps his guns inside his hood. Tord is the youngest in the group.

Paul is the guard/storage keeper. Everyone but Pat thinks he has a crush on Patryk, but Paul denies it. Paul always have a cigar in his mouth, no matter his inside or outside of the building. He always has his name tag upside down.

Patryk is the guard/baker. Patryk sees Paul as his closest friend, and is a bit scared of Tord.


- This post might be edited later on. Thank you for reading such a long post everyone! :D

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I really like when the generic members of antagonistic groups are portrayed as regular people. Just in case you forget they aren’t all heartless bad guys knowingly backing the destruction of the world.

Furry Feets.

legends of tomorrow sentence starters ;

i’m no one’s lapdog. 
you’re a special kind of crazy, i like it. 
so why don’t i get to play bad guy? ‘
can i burn some stuff now? ‘
you screwed up pretty good. 
your plan sucks, you know that right? ‘
i’m coming with you. 
i already got a partner. 
you just knocked me out! ‘
this ain’t over. 
i guess i dodged a bullet. 
you think i wanna be like you? ‘
thinking like that is what makes you a criminal. 
i take it back ( name ), you’re not completely useless after all. 
as many lifetimes as it takes, i know you’re worth the wait. ‘
your conceptions of romance need some work. ‘
i’m grateful for another opportunity to kill you. 
please just save your strength. ‘
i didn’t give you much of a choice the first time. 
i say we kick ( name )’s ass. 
i pay attention. 
simple don’t mean easy. 
you’re not as thick as people say. 
thick — doesn’t that mean stupid? ‘
if you can’t kill your enemy, weaken him/her/them. ‘ 
you should have let me punch him/her/them. 
i thought i specifically said no weapons! 
i’m a monster.
i’m not exactly asking, ( name ).
is there anything you think about other than yourself?
can i shoot him?
you got a pair on you kid, i respect that.
so no shooting?
you can’t tell me you don’t wanna see what this baby can do. ‘
you sure have a lot of personal observations to make.
fine, don’t talk to me.
killing is never easy, especially for a good man.
killing doesn’t make you a monster.
history screwed me first.
that’s a very pointed observation.
don’t ever let anyone hurt you.
no matter what you always have to look out for yourself.
for a monster, you dance quite graceful. 
what the hell are parachute pants? ‘
i always wanted to be a spy. 
instead of dwelling on what’s wrong, let’s focus on the positive. 
are you quoting top gun? ‘
now you’re annoying in another language. 
i’m not a fan of feelings. 
you said i’d get to use my gun. 
i see we can add eavesdropping onto your criminal resume. 
oh, i love the cold. 
what a wuss. 
no, this is a dictatorship where you get to call all the shots & i get to take all the shots. 
when are you gonna learn that you are not my father. 
tried being the operative word. 
i think your problem is the opposite of mine. 
come on, are you scared? ‘
us criminals have a code; never leave one of your own behind