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Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy

FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.

I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.

But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too! This work is a part of the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Check out some other cool works and support these charities this movement helps!

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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.

The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.

Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.

“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”

Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.

The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”

He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.

“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.

So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.

Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”

Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.

This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.

“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”

Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…

Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.

He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.

Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”

Castiel turned his glower on Dean.

He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”

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Sora was a bit late, he knew that much. Well, with what’s been going on, he was lucky to stick close to Zack through this whole mess. It’s not like his weapons can be downgraded any more then Xehanort already did. But that wasn’t what he wanted to think about now.

Taking out his phone, the boy decides to write a message to… well, those he had consider a ‘father’ figure within this city. The three different from one another, but still those he manage to look up to.

to: Hozuki, Daylen, Itachi

from: Sora

[text]: Hey you guys! I hope that you’re doing okay out there. In whatever mess these scientist got us into again.
[text]: I guess you can say this is out of no where, but I never got the chance to say Happy Father’s Day.
[text]: I know you guys aren’t real dads… at least, I don’t think you guys have kids, but while I’ve been in this city, I look up to you guys as father figures. Like, best friend father figures, or BFFF…
[text]: Wait, I take that back, that sounds kind of weird.
[text]: But I wanted to say thanks for everything. You guys have always been there for me, and I’ll do my best to be there for you guys when you need it.
[text]: Stay safe! :D And thanks for everything! :D

@coolheadedhozuki @themagehero @mangekyouillusionist

Blooming: An Elucien One-Shot

Setting: Summer Court, right around Chapter 35/36 in “A Court of War and Starlight,” my ACOTAR 3 fan fiction.

Summary: Elain and Lucien steal a moment alone together after Lucien returns to the Summer Court from his espionage in the Spring Court. 

Ship: Elucien

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,401

A/N: You do not have to read all of “A Court of War and Starlight” to understand this fic, only that Lucien and Elain are taking refuge in the Summer Court and Lucien has begun working as a agent for Feyre and Rhys to round up opposition to Hybern. This fan art by @meabhd helped inspire it (as well as my desire to write more Elucien fluff).

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anonymous asked:

who would win, nids, or the planet catechan?

I mean, they say Catachan is the way it is because it was seeded by a proto-hive fleet in days gone by. 

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It’s been humid lately, so the bees have been bearding on the front of the hives (you can see this in the first picture). This helps decrease the temperature inside the hive and makes it easier for the ladies to dry nectar into honey. You can see that there are a lot more bees on the front of Queen Malia’s hive than there are on Queen Nefertiti’s hive. Given how long Nefertiti’s hive was queenless, this is likely the result of a smaller population of bees. 

We opened up our hives on Memorial Day to see just how Queen Malia and Queen Nefertiti are doing. Both hives were notably calmer than a month ago, so it seems like requeening has done just what we hoped! Both queens are still present and laying a strong pattern. The hives have both brought in two full supers of honey and will have to start drawing comb in a third soon to make space for more. It seems like we’ve gotten back on track!

THE POEMS I DON’T READ MY PARENTS

1.
No gay
as in, swallow the word Girl until it is my
individual name
boylove is squeamish, but fine
of course girl boyloves
of course

2.
No death
or slice/ing skin, not crazy
as in, ballerina shoes
toetipping very lightly through
the bloodless parts of my brain
not much there
not very good poems
I deal in bloodmagic
all my words are spells.

3.
No them. I’ve spent too long
hiding the way every fruit rots
when he walks into the room.
My father is Pestilence,
but he does not need to know.
The apocalypse has been postponed.
At least he is not War.

4.
No foul language
they don’t care
they say they don’t care, over and over and
but fuck, I do
I don’t want those words in my mouth
they are bitter and leave hives in my cheeks
one day they’re going to weave
a violent red-green vine out my mouth
and choke me, fucking choke me.