Your blog is like my morning paper: I check it every day. I consider you a friend even though we've never really conversed. Everything that you create is like a comfort blanket. (Well, a very PAINFUL comfort blanket at times - one that threatens to squeeze the living breath out of me, but it always relaxes in the end so I can just bask in the warmth.) I keep coming back for updates even when RL prevents me from reading your stuff right now. IDK, I'm just so grateful to you, Pia. *hugs*
Huzzah comfort blankets! (And, er, huzzah…painful…comfort blankets?)
I hope RL gives you a break at some point, so you can just like lie down and look at the sky or something or have some tea or hot cocoa or iced tea or something. Sometimes irl makes it hard to read - I’ve not had much time for it myself for a few months now, and it’s like, it’s not just about time, sometimes it’s about headspace too? I need to be in the right headspace to read fic, or a lot of it, and so yeah, however long it takes man, is how long it takes.
In the meantime I’m glad you enjoy coming around here. *waves* :)
Um this isn’t a fandom blog or any kind of blog really but I had this conversation with fellow fannibal @franicie about murder husbands on social media and I. I had to. And then she suggested I put it on here, so. Just a little sketch thing, used references but drew it quickly so excuse my lazy handwriting/general sloppiness!!
Dean finding a picture of old Castiel, fem!Castiel, not knowing that this is Cas. And going on and on about her beauty.
“Holy shit Cas, who is this hot chick? Damnn.”
and the thing is, Dean would only be talking about her eyes. How blue they are, how he’s a sucker for blue eyes in general, how that beige coat just emphasises the BLUE in her eyes even more.
Dean writing an ode to the woman’s beauty, before Cas quietly says, “that’s me. Was me. This is my old vessel.”
Dean pausing immediately, “this is…you?” Because he realises that he basically spent the last 10 minutes describing, in excruciating detail, how hot his best friend is to his best friend.
Dean wanting to act casual about it and saying “Oh, man, great job. That’s a good vessel you picked. That’s. Um. Yeah. Good…good choice.”
Dean hastily adding, “Not that you, you know, did a bad job with your current vessel or anything. Jimmy’s great, like, in terms of, as in, body-wise. I mean, same blue eyes, right? Uh. And well-built, too. Sturdy. He’s, I mean you, you’re, you’re good looking now too. Um.”
Dean finally just blurting out “basically what I wanna say is that you’ve always been hot, cas.” before bolting the fuck out
Cas, still not having said anything other than the original clarification, just staring after him with confused comprehension, furrowed brow, squinty eyes, and a cocked head.
Sam accidentally witnessing this exchange and laughing till his stomach hurts.
what abt an a/b/o dynamics fic in which yuuri is an omega and part of his ballet/figure skating training was to learn some forms of fluid martial arts (also -and hes fully aware if this, much to his chagrin- for self-defense) and whenever alphas get handsy he just lets them have it. eventually no one wants him bc hes the weirdly aggressive omega. but when viktor comes along and tries it and yuuri whoops his ass and viktor just gets all starry-eyed and immediately decides hes in love.