i wasn't gonna post it but then i was like whatever man

50% OFF starters.
  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"
I wasn't gonna post this... But I feel something needs to be thought about

Okay lovelies! Lets talk, shall we? Lets have a little shared thought about something that has been driving me up the wall for the last few months. I’m ready to talk about it. I was going to ignore it. I was going to just move on and ignore it.. But I don’t feel I can anymore. And so I’m going to open my pie hole, and get me some things out. And it’s gonna piss some people off. And that’s fine. But I truly feel like this needs to be put out in the open.

So! Whether you ship it or not, lets talk about Septiplier below the tab here! I am sharing this with everyone willing to read because it needs to be said – or so I feel – and it’s a pretty interesting thing to talk/think about.

So! Click below! (And please keep the guys outta this shit, they’ve had enough of this drama for awhile now. Lets try to be grown ups here. Try?)

Keep reading

spillywolf  asked:

Tbh I get kinda mad when people say that Deacon was lying about Barbara, like okay you can believe whatever you want cuz he's fictional and it shouldn't bother me so much but COME ON he's not a jerk I don't think even he would lie about something like that, all his other lies are about such unimportant things compared to that one and he acted totally different you can tell he wasn't lying I mean really //end rant

I agree with you here Spills 1000%. Lying about having a dead spouse for sympathy and/or trickery would belie Deacon as being a sociopath, which he definitely is not. I mean, he sacrifices his life and identity on a daily basis for the sake of a whole other race of people. Also, he’s quick to fess up to his lies if you have the charisma enough to catch him in one. But if you refuse his final dialogue (depending on the severity with which you do so) he is either understanding or angry with himself. There are tons of other, more articulate posts in favor of the final dialogue, so I’m not gonna drag mine out. Instead…

My personal “headcanon”or whatever, I guess “read” is more appropriate, is that Deacon didn’t lie in his final affinity dialogue(at least not completely, but I’m still in the “it’s the whole truth” camp). I think he genuinely feels like scum and that he doesn’t deserve a position in the Railroad. I believe he changes his face partly for the practicality it confers to him as a spy, partly to try and erase the man who he once was, and partly as a sort of self-inflicted punishment. I mean, that many surgeries has to take a physical toll on someone, not to mention the emotional and psychological damage that probably come along with it.

Then enters Sole stage left. Assuming you play Sole as the “brotherhood of man” type character, Deacon views them as a beacon of hope; a chance at redemption for the Commonwealth. This hope, I believe, is a big portion of his character arc. Case in point, he directly talks about Barbara in a way that makes her sound like, and I quote, “…the whole world had a chance. That one day we could climb out of this wreckage. She could do that to people.” And his description of her? “She had a smile like on those old magazine covers.

When Barbara died, Deacon lost his hope, and I’m betting he agreed to join the Railroad because without his wife he had no direction, and he figured fighting the Institute would be the closest thing to justice he could get for Barbara. 

Now here’s Sole: all old world looks and old world values. They reach out to Deacon and offer him friendship, something Deacon has been withholding from himself for a long time. Deacon thought he was strong. He thought he could effectively wall himself off from the rest of the world, and that did work for a while, but only because these post war types don’t bother making friendships with people who don’t reciprocate the gesture.

But Sole manages to bust through Deacon’s monolithic barriers. They constantly forgive him for his lies, the one thing about Deacon that most pushes people away. When Sole looks at him, they don’t see scum, or an irrevocable liar; They see a broken man and a friend. 

And maybe, just maybe, since Sole can forgive Deacon for being a liar, they can forgive him for his past, for being a real piece of filth. It’s all-consuming at first: the thought, the hope. It hurts. Ever since Barbara died, Deacon’s never been this compulsive, but he’s tired of running and hungry for closure. Maybe it’s time he grieved.

And so he let’s his guard down. He tells Sole everything and waits, cringing, for the cosmic punchline. For Sole to justifiably spit in his face and send him away. 

But they don’t.

They apologize to him. 

They apologize to him.

Deacon knows he doesn’t deserve it and refuses the hug, but inside he’s flooded with relief. Telling Sole about the Claws and Barbara, he never knew he could be so free. For the first time in years he’s consumed with the desire to run and shout and laugh and cry all at once!

Instead, he tucks the happy thought away with careful experience and contents himself with a small outward smile, hoping from this small gesture that Sole understands the true depth of his gratitude.

Exo Discusses Their Next Comeback Concept
  • Suho: So what concept should we do for our next comeback?
  • Chanyeol: Me
  • D.O.: That's not a concept
  • Baekhyun: I think it's a great concept
  • Suho: ...
  • Kai: What about food? We could just like eat... & stuff
  • Xiumin: Whatever we do, I'm not dressing like a fucking child
  • Chen: But that's your appeal. The sexy man-baby.
  • D.O.: What about me? They always dress me like a child too...
  • Chanyeol: That's because you're scary as fuck.
  • Baekhyun: Yeah, they're trying to make you seem approachable.
  • D.O.: I'm approachable...
  • Chen: Whatever you say.
  • Suho: Can we get back to the concept, please?
  • Xiumin: We could actually do something with our superpowers.
  • Kai: F-food?
  • Chanyeol: I still say me.
  • D.O.: That is not a fucking concept.
  • Baekhyun: I still think it's a great concept
  • Chen: That's because you agree with everything he says.
  • Baekhyun: I do not.
  • Chanyeol: You kind of do.
  • Baekhyun: You're right.
  • Chen: Are you two gonna make out now, or?
  • Sehun: Don't encourage them
  • Suho: Guys. Please.
  • Kai: We could just sit on stage & eat. It'll be great.
  • Kai: I'm hungry.
  • Lay: What if we go simple, just not do anything but sing really meaningful songs to the fans because we love them & then we could go around giving all of them hugs because love
  • Sehun: that's boring as fuck wow good job
  • Suho: Leave Yixing alone.
  • Kai: So hungry...
  • Xiumin: I want to be shirtless for the next comeback.
  • Luhan: I think that's a great idea.
  • Chen: Where the fuck did you come from?
  • Luhan: ...
  • Luhan: China

athanatosora  asked:

So I saw your tags in that Naruto moms and kids post - what do you mean by regardless of how you feel about the ending? Is there a post that you made about your thoughts on the ending? B/c honestly, I wasn't all that impressed with the ending, and it's only because I think the kids are damn cute that I was able to resolve my not-so-happy thoughts on the matter. I really want to know your thoughts on it.

Oh man


This ask has been in my inbox tantalizing me for over 24 hours and let me tell you I have thought a lot about this. I feel a rant a-brewin’ so batten down the hatches we’re about to go for a wild ride.

I really feel like the ending of Naruto (as in, chapter 700 exclusively) was adequate. But that’s it. It honestly shouldn’t have been included at all - chapter 699 was pretty much perfect the way it was, what with the whole conclusion of the “Sasuke plz come back” arc (which, frustratingly enough, ended with him fucking leaving again), and the fact that “PEACE HAD BEEN RESTORED TO THE LAND” and whatnot. (My opinions of Kaguya and the ass-pull that that whole clusterfuck was notwithstanding - but that’s a story for another time)

Really, we should have never seen any pairings. We should have never seen any children, or any progression of the story whatsoever with new characters and new baddies and new problems because obviously people are gonna want to know what happens next. Granted, it’s more of a knee-jerk reaction; one of those “train wreck, can’t look away” kinds of things. Even if you really could not give less of a crap about the Boruto anime, for example, there’s a pretty good chance that you’re checking in on it every month when the new chapter is released. That’s the boat that I’m in right now, and a lot of the others I talk to on Reddit about the whole “next generations” universe are doing the same. It’s… almost a morbid fascination at this point. I have zero expectations. 

But I can tell you explicitly the reason why Kishimoto ended the series the way he did. He knew that there was going to be a continuation. Because you can’t just let a successful series like Naruto drop. (At least, Shounen Jump can’t just let it drop.) It’s what’s happening to Dragon Ball. It’s what’s happening to Star Wars now with all the big new mainstream films, and it’s what’s been happening to all the Marvel/DC/whatever comic book movies for the past umpteen trillion years. (Amazing Spider-Man 2, anyone?) Kishimoto’s having his intellectual property milked like the massive cash cow it is, and it’s honestly kinda sad to watch.

And I can tell the poor guy is tired. Hell, the entire reason he wrote the Boruto movie the way he did was because he himself felt like Naruto did with his son - he was working all the time, never around, always busy, and his family (or, at least, he felt like his family) was suffering because of it. It doesn’t take a degree in rocket science to see how ridiculously overworked mangaka are, and Naruto’s development was no exception.

Here’s Kishi’s schedule during peak Naruto production, for example:



That’s fucking suicide. Full stop. Fifteen years of that? Good lord.

It’s for that reason that I view “Boruto: Naruto the Movie” almost as Kishimoto’s cry for help. It’s his way of asking forgiveness, almost, from his fans. But it’s also him saying, “Yeah, okay, so I’m done now. This is my last hurrah. I’m so damn tired of this same damn universe and the same damn characters. I want to try something new. So I’m gonna blow you away with some badass fight scenes in a new movie with a plot that’s really nothing special, but still heartwarming, and then go start work on my next massive ridiculous project retire. Please don’t be too mad.”

That’s, essentially, my macrocosmic opinion of the epilogue/Boruto universe/Naruto ending. It’s a forced deal, because there’s a demand for Naruto content and the supply is fast running out. The manga lost its shine after the Pein arc, and it’s very sad to see how exhaustion and overexertion to meet deadlines can turn around and bite someone in the ass and sap all creative freedom and expressiveness out of something. Because that’s what the ending is: forced.

But in terms of how I felt about it as content to be consumed alongside the whole… that’s a whole other story.

First of all there’s the pairings. Now, I’m not gonna get into shipping wars, because that’s just a waste of everyone’s time, but I have to agree that several pairings were pretty blatantly just fan-service. They had no development, had no buildup, and are just… like… not there for any other reason than to produce children through which the lens of Shounen Jump’s money-generator can be focused. It would have made sense if the relationships had been developed more in the actual manga. It would have made sense if there had been some sort of emphasis towards romantic relationships in the canon storyline, because there sure as hell wasn’t. (And yes, I am aware of the fact that this is a general criticism of most manga/anime endings in general. But you know what? Good. Because this whole last-minute, “Shit! Better start pairing my characters off ASAP” thing runs rampant and needs to be stopped.)

And relationships in Naruto are everything. They’re the foundation of Naruto’s ‘power’, so to speak, and give him the tools he needs to stop those in his world that are both evil, and alone. Naruto’s relationship with his father showed him that there’s more at stake than just one’s one blind rage, and to forgive the events of the past. Naruto’s relationship with Jiraiya taught him loss, and how to love someone like a son would love his parents. Iruka’s relationship with Iruka taught him how to learn, how to be accepted, and that there are good people in the world that are worth fighting for. Relationships in Naruto are what drive the damn plot, after all. Naruto’s relationship with Sasuke is, when not the focal point, pretty damn close to being the main plot of the story. Sasuke is Naruto’s foil, and represents everything that Naruto could have been. It directly gives Naruto something to compare himself to, and serves as a good grounding point for himself, for the others in the series, and for us - the readers. And in the end, Naruto is able to ‘tame’ Sasuke too. The fact that Kishimoto didn’t bother to go into more depth when he paired the characters off with one another is a bit… bizarre. And that alone tells me that it was forced.

And… just… everything about Naruto himself in the epilogue/ending/whatever is wrong. There’s none of the spirit, or the spark, or the creative, innovative, determined drive to get shit done that there was for 699 other chapters. It’s like he abandoned his principles. Instead we see a tired, sad, and (for all intents and purposes) lonely man stuck with a job he hates in a world that’s too dull for him. As @rei-scarlet mentioned in this lovely post about the “The Day Naruto Became Hokage” OVA, “seeing our ball of sunshine turn in that guy with the bad haircut is not easy.” He’s just a shell of what he could be, tumbling along until the sweet embrace of death lulls him into blissful insignificance. And yeah, I get it - it’s a more realistic approach to things, because that’s how most people feel about their lives and their jobs and their families towards middle age. But… am I the only one who fucking read the other 699 chapters that preceded it?! The entire fucking point of Naruto was to show that there’s a strength to do the impossible ‘underneath the underneath’. That there’s bonds and friendships everywhere - some physical and some metaphysical. That being with family, even when they’re gone and no longer around, is important. 

Yeah, that manga? It ended with the MC just bailing on his family, sleeping on his couch all the time, and just generally being a massive fucking hypocrite. Because of course that makes god-damn sense.

Naruto was hopeful. Sure, maybe it was unrealistic - what with the fancy ninja magic and the plug-and-play, USB port eyeballs… but that’s kinda the point of fantasy, right? To be a bit of an escape, and to give us something we can point towards and say, “Hey, you know what? I want to live in a world like that. Where friendship is important, where bonds are important, where never giving up and always being faithful to who you are is important”?

Come the fuck on.

In that sense, the epilogue spits all over the thousands upon thousands of frames of character development and worldbuilding that came before it. It doesn’t make sense under the framing of canon, and feels forced. 



I will say that Boruto is probably one of my favorite characters. (And that’s not just because my fanfic pretty much revolves around him.) Kishimoto, while terrible at a lot of things when it comes to character development, did a fantastic job in creating Boruto’s character. He made sure that the kid wasn’t a total Naruto clone, gave him his own strengths and weaknesses, and made him nuanced and individual

In general, manga artists (and writers in general) tend not to be all that creative when it comes to creating children for their main characters towards the end of the story… and at first glance, Boruto is most certainly a clone of his father, right down to the hair color. And that also tends to be the case with MC’s children - they almost always favor the personality of one or the other, never an independent person or a combination of their two parents. Shikadai and Chouchou, for example, are almost identical to their parents in almost every discernible way, and that’s a real shame.

But upon further inspection, it turns out to not be the case with Boruto at all.

Imagine a Naruto that’s reasonably intelligent, emotionally flawed, a bit power-hungry yet too lazy to work for it, and surprisingly arrogant. Imagine a Naruto that grew up under the shadow of his frequently absent father, with everyone holding him to these ridiculously high expectations. Imagine a Naruto where everything in his life has been handed to him on a silver platter, even though he doesn’t want it to be. Imagine a Naruto that’s jaded, lonely, and confused with what he wants to do in his life.

Put all that together and you have Boruto. When you sit Boruto and Naruto down side-by-side, they’re both loud, boisterous, flagrant, adorably egotistical, headstrong, and yet very emotionally sensitive - despite what they’d want you to believe. For this reason, they tend to butt heads a little - with Boruto doing most of the butting and Naruto being none-the-wiser to it.

Still, despite all of that, he holds Naruto in extremely high regard, and strives to make him proud. It makes him feel whole - like he’s doing something right in his life, even though he’s not entirely sure what it is that is right. Should he break the mold and be someone different? Or should he do what everyone says he should do and become Hokage like his father? (Of course not, lol)

That’s Boruto’s struggle. Not wanting to be acknowledged or loved like Naruto wanted, but rather wanting a purpose in life. He’s got the raw talent, he’s got the skill and the ability… he just has to overcome his own personal hurdles before he can make something out of himself.

Boruto’s nuanced. That is why I love his character so much. And why I’m writing a story revolving around him, honestly.

So that’s characters. I’m mostly okay with the kids on a subjective level - they’re all pretty damn cute, after all, and Boruto is a little fiery clone of his grandma with an inferiority complex big enough to crush somebody to death. That can make a fantastic story if executed properly, and I largely think that given the circumstances, that’s what the movie was.

But the biggest problem I see with the Boruto manga, and the ending, is the power scaling. Good lord. Because I know they’re not gonna go the sensible route, and it’s gonna go full Dragon Ball again. Hell, it was even implied in the newest Boruto manga chapter that Boruto is going to surpass Naruto… and I don’t honestly think that’s such a good idea.

How can they pull of power scaling without it turning out like crap? I kinda already talked about that here, if you’re interested.

So yeah, anyways, long story short (because I have literally spent two days writing this and it’s starting to turn into an incoherent mess) is that I feel as though the manga should have ended at the scene where Naruto is giving Sasuke back his headband. Yeah, I know - Naruto wouldn’t have technically become Hokage at that point, and I bet that Kishi felt he had to make Naruto the Hokage as endgame, but it was kinda already stated early on that Naruto had already become “Hokage”. As in, he was acknowledged. Maybe have Kakashi slip in a line at the end saying that he was grooming Naruto to be his successor, maaaaybe add that shot of Naruto wearing his Hokage outfit looking out over the village at the very end just as a kinda teasery end… but that’s it. Full stop. No epilogue chapter 700, no Naruto Gaiden, no Boruto, no “The Day Naruto Became Hokage” (seriously, fuck that thing - made me so angry when I first read it)… just end the damn thing already.


Special thanks to @blackkatmagic and her fantastic reblogs in helping me see the light, because damn - yeah, I am not a fan of the ending now.

Okay, I'm here to dumb it down for some of ya'll

So if Taeyang or whatever took a simple selfie or simple video of himself with his normal face and said exactly what he said ‘Happy Monkey new year’ with that little monkey emoji then that would have been fine and dandy cause it’s the year of the monkey and it’s the Chinese New Year.

BUT because this foolish man decided he wanted to morph his face into a black mans face, for absolutely no reason that can be found, then that’s not okay. Black people have always been referred to as monkeys and this guy made himself look like a black man and said Happy monkey new year and we as black people cant see that as anything other than racist.

Why is this so hard to understand? Your fav is problematic or just really fucking stupid idk idc stop defending racism. Please, it’s 2016, just stop.

anonymous asked:

'I totally wasn't breaking into your apartment I locked myself out of mine and I'm directly above yours so I picked your lock and was gonna use the fire escape and climb in through my window' AU

(part 1) Omg so I saw this post of AU’s and there are a few I think would suit Destiel perfectly. I’ll just leave them in different asks. You don’t have to write all or even any of them if you dont like them of course ^,^ 

this is the third prompt, here is the second (x), and the first (x)

lol what the fuck i’m so incoherent right now its three in the morning and i just wanted to feel fucking accomplished for once so i jotted this down and im so sorry youre reading it oops

Castiel was a fully functional adult. He did his laundry, picked up his mail twice a week, and most definitely did not get drunk and lock himself out of his apartment on a Wednesday night.

Except this particular Wednesday night, he supposed, glaring at his doorknob as though it has personally offended him.

Leaning against the door, he took a moment to curse Meg’s name. She’d gotten him out of his apartment in the first place.

“It’ll just be a few friends, Clarence. You need the time off anyway,” she’d patted his cheek and winked, throwing him his coat.

Now he wished she’d thrown him his keys too before she pulled him out the door.

Of course there had been significantly more than a ‘few friends’ at the bar, and Castiel always had a difficult time refusing a drink when the crowd around him was indulging. The evening had gone blurry before him much earlier than he’d expected, blurry and soft and relaxed, buzzing in the most pleasant way.

The locked door before him was a jarring reality.

He considered his options.

He was sure that he’d given Balthazar a spare key months ago, yet Balthazar was away visiting family this week. Gabriel had also had a spare key, up until he’d hosted a party in Castiel’s apartment, leaving him to deal with the mess afterwards. Hypothetically, Castiel could also ring his landlord and ask to be let in, but he dreaded having the old man huff at him from under his mustache as he unlocked the door and lectured Castiel about responsibility. The two haven’t been on good terms ever since Cas dropped a wooden plank on the man’s foot when he was moving in, accidently of course, but all the same…

There was always the fire escape, he realized. If his neighbor downstairs would let him climb their fire escape, he could sneak into his apartment through the always open window in his living room. He thought on his idea for a few seconds before he straightened and turned, stumbling down the cement stairs toward his neighbor’s apartment.

He rang the doorbell once, leaning against the door frame as he waited, willing the world to stop spinning around him. It was a battle to stay upright with the floor tilting but when his head cleared for a few seconds, he rang again, knocking twice for good measure. He checked his watch, reading 11:34; surely his neighbor would still be awake.

After a minute, Cas realized he obviously wasn’t. Cursing softly, he sank to the ground next to the door; then feeling something jab his rear, he cursed more audibly. He dug his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife, something he always carried with him to bars as a safety precaution. He’d never needed it before but he figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

He pulled himself up to his knees and examined the lock. Prodding at it with his switchblade, he finally felt the blade connect with the teeth inside the lock; a sharp turn had the door unlocked.

This was probably a poor choice, Cas figured, but desperation had him stumbling to his feet and pushing the door lightly. He could explain the situation to his neighbor if need be, he could, if the world would stand still for just a second…

He’d miscalculated his movements slightly; the door swung open full force, knocking over whatever was in its way, and Castiel tripped into the apartment, footfalls heavy and loud on the parquet of the foyer. To make his luck worse, the tip of his shoe slipped beneath the carpet leading into the living room and sent him flying, crashing to a stop in the middle of his neighbor’s apartment.

He’d explain the situation, no problem at all, his neighbor would surely understand…

“What the fuck?”

Castiel flipped over onto his back and opened his mouth, but all that came out was a small gasp.

“Wow,” he muttered, locking eyes with his very wet, very naked, downstairs neighbor. The man standing before him cocked an eyebrow and placed his hands on his hips.

“I’m flattered, really,” he said, looking Cas up and down, “but I’d still like to know what you’re doing on your back on the floor of my apartment. Not that the position doesn’t suit me, but…”

Castiel’s mouth was dry and his eyes were cotton.

“Locked out,” he muttered, blinking rapidly, trying his best to keep his eyes locked on his neighbor. “I live above you.”

The man squinted, moving closer, muscles in his thighs jumping. Cas licked his lips and drew in a breath.

“Cas?” the neighbor muttered.

“Dean, right?” Cas realized slowly, placing the voice and face. He remembered speaking to the man once or twice as he retrieved his mail. Speaking was a relative term however, most of their conversations consisted of Castiel nodding and smiling, not trusting himself to talk lest he say something stupid like…

“You’re so hot,” Cas muttered, smile stealing over his face. He tried to sit up and reach out for Dean, but the other man chuckled and knelt down beside Cas.

“And you are so drunk,” Dean laughed. Cas smiled again and laid back against the carpet, closing his eyes. His head was so foggy and his limbs were so heavy and Dean was so close…smelling like shampoo and eucalyptus leaves or something…


“Left for the store. Advil is in the bathroom cabinet, coffee’s on the stove.

P.S. you’re not so bad yourself ;)


the note read. Cas leaned back against the pillows on Dean’s couch and groaned, long and loud. He’d messed up something awful, he realized, trying to recall last night’s adventure without irritating his already throbbing head.

Whoever was now slamming the front door apparently couldn’t care less about Castiel’s headache though.

“Cas?” came Dean’s voice from the foyer, “you up?”

Castiel cursed quietly and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Yes,” he said, making an attempt to lift himself from the couch as Dean stepped into the living room. “Dean, I am so sorry for last night, I was trying to-,” he trailed off as he stood up, almost losing his balance from the combination of his overpowering headache and the wave of nausea that came crashing through his system.

Dean chuckled.

“Guess you haven’t taken any pills yet,” he said sympathetically, stepping closer to make sure Cas stayed on his feet.

“I’m so sorry,” Cas mumbled again, grabbing onto Dean’s arm as the vision blurred again. This was as bad as Thursday morning could get, he thought to himself.

“Tell you what,” Dean said, voice quiet, small grin coming over his face. “I’ll let you make it up to me over coffee.”

Cas met his eyes, glancing over the curve of his lip and the freckles covering his cheeks.

“Do you ask out all the drunk men that stumble into your apartment?” Cas asked, and Dean grinned wider.

“Only the ones who break in.”

(12 prompts left)


9.01; Sam, listen to me. I made you a promise in that church. You and me, come whatever. Well, hell, if this ain’t whatever… But you got to let me in, man. You got to let me help. // 9.22; So from here on out, I’m calling the shots, capisce? Until I jam that blade in that douchebag’s heart, we are not a team. This is a dictatorship.