meg's face in the last one :')

chibineko55  asked:

Merformers have sensitive feet in human form? I will say only one thing: Imagine tickling them from their feet! Just imagine it!

Oh my gosh!  That’s so cute!  ^__^

  • Smol, cuddly merformer humans that are very ticklish and giggle the whole time
  • Merformers who discover how much the like having their feet touched and proceed to stick their feet in their human’s face at random times like “pets please”
  • Big, gruff, battle scarred merformers who get very pouty and refuse to admit that it affects them because ancient sea gods don’t get ticklish.  >:| 

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I have a request with Lucifer if you don't mind.. You seem to write him so wonderfully and I'd really appreciate if you'd write about 7 minutes in heaven with him and the reader!

I decided to make this into a drabble because it matches with one of the prompts


88) “Seriously, let’s play a game of (spin the bottle, truth . or dare, twister, or whatever game you want.. you pick)”

 *High School!AU

“Seriously, let’s play a game of seven minutes in heaven,” Dean said.

“Do we have to?” Sam asked. The party had been drawing to a close, people getting bored and heading for the door.

“Come on, Sammy, it’ll be fun. Besides, we already got everyone riled up with spin the bottle, am I right?”

The group of teens still sitting on the floor gave a small acknowledgment of Dean’s sentiment.

“Hell yeah!” Crowley muttered, raising his beer in the air. “Let’s gooooo!”

The Winchesters looked over at their drunken friend. “Someone cut him off,” Sam said, worrying about the possibility of vomit on his mother’s carpet (and couch and curtains).

“So,” Gabriel said. “Who gets to go in first?”

Everyone looked around, trying not to show their excitement and anticipation of having seven whole minutes locked in a closet where teen hormones could run rampant. No one wanted to volunteer first, seeming too eager.

After a few moments, you reappeared from the bathroom as Lucifer reappeared from the kitchen.

“Looks like we have our volunteers!” Gabriel said, jumping up.

“Volunteers?” Lucifer said.

Gabriel crossed to his brother, pushing him towards the coat closet while Dean gently pushed you towards it.

“All right, you two,” Dean said, shoving you unceremoniously into the closet. “We’re gonna shut the door and leave you two alone for seven minutes. You can do whatever you want—no judgments. We’ll give you a courtesy knock when you’ve got thirty seconds left, make sure you can get your pants back on.”

With a wink, Dean shut the door, enveloping you and Lucifer in darkness.

“Um…” you said quietly after a few moments. “What just happened?”

“I’m… not completely sure.” Lucifer fumbled around until he found the chain; pulling on it, the closet was bathed in light.

“Ooo,” Gabriel said. “Lights on! I like your style!”

You reached up and clicked the light off again, earning a peal of grouped laughter from outside. “Maybe… maybe we should leave this off.”


The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, letting your eyes adjust.

“Um, do you want part of this cookie?” Lucifer asked. “I’d gone to the kitchen to grab a snack before being shoved in here.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

The two of you fumbled slightly, finally finding each other’s hands in the dark. Lucifer passed you half of the cookie.

“I hope Mrs. Winchester doesn’t mind crumbs in here,” Lucifer said.

“I’m sure she’s found much worse in here before.”

Time stretched on in silence. “I wonder how long it’s been,” you said after a while. “Surely we’re nearing the end.”

“Oh!” Lucifer pressed a button on his watch, causing the face to light up. “Oh, geez. We’ve only been in here for three minutes.”

You sighed. “This… this sucks. I’m sorry, Lucifer.”

“For what?”

“For being the one they chose for you. I’m sure you would’ve much rather have been in here with Charlie or Meg. This is basically a waste of a turn.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Lucifer said quietly.

“You don’t have to lie. It’s okay.”

Lucifer reached up, clicking on the light again. He stared down at you. “I’m not lying. Honestly, Y/N. I’m… I’m glad they picked you for me.” He shifted slightly. “I’m pretty sure Gabriel’s been on to me for months now.”

“On to you?”

“About… me liking you.”

A small smile grew on your face. It was the last thing Lucifer saw before you turned the light off again.


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very very quick & unbeta’d fic for the mavinseg event happening at @mavinsegtrash! day 1 is fahc au, so here’s some of that:

Meg goes into the warehouse alone.

It had been an argument, because a lot of things between the four of them devolve into arguments sooner or later, but Michael had been outvoted. There was no way to throw a block of C4 undetected, and no way to guarantee that everyone inside would die no matter how determined Michael was to keep them all outside.

“Then I’ll go with you,” Michael had said, frustrated.

It had been Gavin that stepped in that time. “I’ll be on the roof,” he’d replied. “She doesn’t need you bumbling about inside, come on.”

Michael huffed, but he knew when to call a loss a loss, and Meg had pecked him on the cheek as consolation.

So that leaves Meg, now, in a neat pencil skirt and a shirt that shows off her cleavage, entering the building alone. Her glasses are on, hair up in a neat bun. She’s holding a briefcase. She knows how to play any part she wants, and today it’s the secretary they need, not the assassin.

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PETER JÖBACK: So… I expected to maybe like him better than I did? Cause I like what he brings to the role, how he talks about it, I like so much *around* the actual interpretation and performance. But was kinda underwhelmed. Or, I liked his Phantom. Quite a bit, in fact. But I didn’t *love* his Phantom.

So, OK, his Swedish Phantom was definitely the most solid of the lot. He sounded more comfortable singing in his mother tongue, not forcing an accent, which made him less twangy. A very good thing. Also, he seemed to maybe have more leeway with the acting specifics, which made him add some discrete ad-lib-ing moments. And yet…

Though his Phantom was solid in so many ways, I still had the feeling of seeing more of a caricature? Like, more Phantom Manor than Phantom of the Opera. More how he thought the role should look than what the character is. Everything seemed just a *bit* exaggerated. And frankly, though he probably sung his heart out, I didn’t quite feel he had the voice to nail it. Like, he has the range, but not the booming quality. You can do elements of kitsch if you have the voice to justify it (Ian Jon Bourg, Scott Davies). But with a good voice with pop phrasing, you better keep the acting on the classy or classical side, so there is a balance. But he went for exaggerated hand gestures, lots of bent knees, and not fully justified moments, paired with a good voice with a pop approach.

All that said, I saw two slightly different performances from him. One Friday evening, where he clearly struggled voice wise, shifted way too much between chest voice and falsetto, and rather devastatingly missed the high note in «Down Once More». Also finished MOTN long before the orchestra. I was like «???». I remembered him as vocally much better. Turns out he is. That performance was either an off-night or just low energy. On the Saturday matinée he seemed more secure, with steadier voice, longer notes and also not missing any key notes. Was very happy to see him a second time and see that he handled the score fine.

I quite liked him in the Mirror Scene, the Phantom’s curse, as Red Death and in the Final Lair. Those were stand-out scenes for me. Those are also scenes where you expect the larger-than-life acting. His MOTN in the Saturday matinée was also quite nice, and he did a gorgeous «soooaaaar».

His Final Lair was definitely the most interesting one. He stumbled around stage with bent knees, was quite unpredictable, and displayed some fine acting. I also loved his added «NEEEEJ!!!», pronounced like a small, spoiled child experiencing someone taking his toys away. He did it three times; one after Christine throws the wedding veil at him, once right before letting Raoul loose of the magical lasso, and I can’t remember the third one. It was a good detail.

Yet, I stand by what I wrote above, about his Phantom feeling like a caricature at places, and that he has too much of a pop sound in his voice. Things I thought could be done differently. But all in all a solid Phantom, a good voice, and the sole reason this production came to be, probably. I was very happy to see him twice, to see how he might do stuff differently the second time, and to get a feeling of what his Phantom was all about. And it should be added that he had good chemistry with Emmi Christensson.

EMMI CHRISTENSSON: WHAT. A. GEM!!!!!!! Gorgeous, soaring, clear, bell-like, strong voice. A nuanced and detailed portrayal. So beautiful on stage.

I saw her as Cosette in the Norwegian tour in 2014, and adored her voice. I’ve heard clips from her London run as Christine, and loved it. So obviously I was hyped to see her live in Stockholm. But she was WAY better than I imagined. She had moments of very nervous, distressed emotions - not quite on the level of Anna O’Byrne, but still distressed. Kinda hammering the palm of her hands over her ears in the WYWSHA intro is one example, desperately trying to kill the voices. She also looked so perfectly innocent on stage.

Standout scene for me was WYWSHA - the whole thing seemed so genuine and so in despair. Instead of going for «listen to the grandeur that is my voice», she took it down a notch, displaying Christine’s grief and solitude. It was really nice. A bit similar to Mia Karlsson in Copenhagen. TOM was also a thing of beauty. Such a gorgeous voice, so feather light and pleasant and yet with a strength, especially the upper notes. TOM was a scene I never wanted to end, in large because of her voice, but also because of Anton Zetterholm’s acting, and because of the GORGEOUS World Tour Elissa skirt. Baaah.

Also, the Swedish translation of «The tears I might have shed for your dark fate…» is one of my favourites out there, and was extremely well delivered by Emmi C: «Du kunde fått förståelse och stöd. Men nej - jag kunde se dig DÖD!» (you could have gotten understanding and support (from me). But no (now) I could (happily) see you DEAD). That’s strong words.

All in all, Emmi Christensson really is one of those ultimate Christines. I loved her portrayal, I adored her voice, I loved many of the details, and she totally looked the part. And she’s Swedish too. Can’t beat that combo.

ANTON ZETTERHOLM: Due to a very Copenhagen-esque directing in the Swedish revival, Anton Zetterholm did have moments where he reminded a bit of Tomas Ambt Kofod. And y’all know that will never be a bad thing, as Kofod is probably my all-time fave Raoul.

That’s however not to say that Anton Zetterholm was a blueprint. He had moments where I got the feeling he tried to imagine why Raoul reacted as he did. For example, a more unique detail was exactly HOW bored Anton’s Raoul seemed to be during TOM, tapping his fingers, looking around, mostly looking like he wanted to leave. When Mme Firmin looked through her binaculars, he seemed to get curious and borrow them from her, only to discover it’s CHRISTINE, and then he is on fire, leading up to his sung lines. The change from utterly bored to super exited was more pronunced than I’ve ever seen it before. Really, REALLY good acting. And also kinda justifying the Phantom’s raging «slave of fashion» - this Raoul isn’t really into music, he’s only into Christine. Though not because the rest of Paris is. Rather due to their childhood friendship.

He also had fine moments in «Little Lotte», where he perceived what Christine told him so innocently and so different from what she intended. He wasn’t brushing her off, but appearing to think she was talking allegorically, but then getting down to business - food, catching up over dinner, the joy of meeting his childhood friend again, the joy over her triumph and her success.

Last, but not least, he really REALLY fought that magical lasso in the Final Lair. I was about to write “like his life depended on it”, which I guess is quite suitable for the role of Raoul in that moment…

And on the shallow side: so cool to see a blonde Raoul. Costume design (and slightly Barton) coming alive!

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Part Of The Family [Part Two]

Orphan Brigade [High School Years]: Geoffs boys are growing up fast. They’re attending High School, meeting girls and participating in epic heists.

“Well….” Jeremy started nervously. “This is where I live.”

“Used to live.” Gavin corrected with a cheerful smile.

Jeremy laughed. It was the day after Geoff had offered him a room at the Fake AH penthouse, so Jeremy and the three Lads had gone to his place to pack up his belongings. 

The apartment was nothing special; cramped rooms which always smelled like Chinese food thanks to it’s position on top of a local take out. 

“So, this is…” Gavin started, trying to compliment the place. He jumped as a mouse trap snapped into action.

“Terrible.” Michael finished for him. “It’s fucking terrible.”

“Yeah.” Jeremy laughed. “But it’s the best I could afford.”

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i like to think that when Gavin “spent 6 grand on one pair of sunglasses’ Free walked into the penthouse living room to meet the new kid, the new sniper, this Mr. Dooley, he got two steps in before his eyes actually took in lil J, and more importantly what he was wearing and gavin just

stops dead in his tracks just, startles and lets out a yelp and quickly shoves his surprise horror down, neon purple and orange and a cowboy hat and unironically also, like gavin tries to a smile but it curdles immediately

and jeremy’s smiling fully, geoff told him the glitzy little asshole would have a stroke upon contact at his ‘unorthodox’ choice of clothes, and that it had nothing to do with him personally and that he’d get over it (eventually)

but Gavin manages to stand there for five whole seconds before whirling around on his heel for the door “MEG! TURNEY, DONT LOOK- I ER, I MEAN, UM, COME HERE I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU!” and hissed murmurs in the hallway and Meg with her razor-sharp wings and jimmy choo pumps comes barrelling in to see for herself and she, her reaction, just wide eyes and a fist pressed against her mouth like she’d been shot, leaning back so hard gavin has to catch her when he comes back into the penthouse hissing “i told you not to make a scene turney!” and meg’s like like, “jeremy, baby, who did this to you?” she runs up to him, catches his face in her hands “where did the rest of your clothes go jeremy, i can buy you new ones sweetheart just say the word.” 

and jeremy explains that yes, he picked this out himself, and yes, he has clothes other than this, and yes, he chose to wear this of his own accord with no one forcing his hand

and gavin and meg are baffled. 

but accepting.

but every christmas, birthday (ALL  the crew’s birthdays, every last one), hanukkah, chinese new year, diwali , every equinox, for the next year and a half on any chance they have to give gifts lil j gets clothes from designers he can’t pronounce and price tags he can’t bear to look at for fear of wallet cramps. it’s the thought that counts.

Spring officially starts in 19 days and we know you’re SO ready to leave the cold behind. Luckily, we know just what you need. Read on for 9 books about the strength of the human spirit that will propel your winter-ravaged soul through these last few weeks!

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2. I Was Here by Gayle Forman

Cody’s journey to find out why her best friend Meg decided to take her own life is one of loss, bravery, and redemption.

3. Mosquitoland by David Arnold

When Mim Malone hops on a 1,000 mile bus ride to find her mother, she’ll end up facing all of her demons along the way.

4. Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

At the end of WWII, 3 young people fight to survive a tragedy that history has forgotten.

5. The Alex Crow by Andrew Smith

Ariel is a refugee and the sole survivor of an attack on his small village who now lives in West Virginia, and his story will have you questioning what it is to be human.

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A hard-hitting yet ultimately hopeful story about the dangers of blind faith…and having faith in yourself.

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Under The Mistletoe

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Castiel Novak, Meg Masters, Reader

Sam has had a crush on the reader for ages but won’t act on it.  Dean tricks Sam into going to a Christmas party knowing you’ll be there and gets him drunk.  Will Sam finally make a move?

“Your going and that’s final.” Dean Winchester said to his brother Sam, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Sam gave Dean his classic bitch face. “I hate Christmas parties, Dean, and you know it.   Besides, they are all your friends.  I won’t know anyone.”

“Jo will be there, so will Cas and Meg.  You know them.  And there will be tons of booze.  You can get shit-faced.”

‘Fine.  I’ll go.  Now will you quit bugging me?”

“Whatever, Dude. Stop being such a baby.” Dean said, walking from the room.  He pulled out his cell and dialed a number he knew as well as his own.  Looking behind him to make sure Sam wasn’t nearby, he whispered, “Hey Jo. Okay, Sam’s in.  So your sure you can get Y/N to come? Great.  See you Friday.”

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Greek Week-Part Three

A/N: Thank you all so much for all the kind feedback! This part is just a filler I’m afraid but it gives you an insight to Omega Chi!

Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Epilogue

word count: 1016

Drive Day came and went, allowing Alpha Sigma Phi to catch you up.

Whilst your sorority had donated the most items for the Food Drive, Calum lead his fraternity to victory by getting every single member to donate to the Blood Drive, and somehow getting them all to find some things for the Toy Drive that was run for the various children’s charities. He didn’t miss the opportunity to gloat, calling you that night inviting you over to the celebratory party he and his frat were having. You’d declined, telling him you had plans with Omega Chi. He’d asked if the fact Alpha Sig had won the day meant he’d lost his trial, to which you’d rolled your eyes and told him to have a good time, his laugh being the last thing you’d heard before you hung up.

And you hadn’t lied, you really did have plans with your sisters.

“So, what’s the battle plan?” Roxana asked, starting the official planning session for the next day; Academic Achievements. You waited for the talk to die down in the lounge, and the TV to turn off before you spoke.

“Right, everyone knows which competition they’ve been entered for right?” You ask, looking up from the notebook on your knees. You sat on the floor whilst your sisters took various places on the sofa and in the surrounding area. You were thankful your house was open plan, it meant you could all fit in one room. When a chorus of yes’ reached your ears, you sighed in relief. “Okay, good. So, I’m just going to check everything is ready, because we need to win tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the last day we know who’s in the lead, after that all results are kept secret, we need to get ahead whilst we can. Alpha Sig mean business, and we can’t afford to let ourselves slip because we feel too comfortable.”

“Your new found friendship with Hood not giving us an advantage.” Meg calls, a chorus of giggles erupting around you. Before you can respond however, Rox had already launched a cushion across the room, and it smacked the blonde in the face. “What the hell Rox?”

“No one gets to make fun of Y/N about Calum.” She glares, effectively silencing the muttering. “Except me of course.”

“Anyway.” Meg’s mouth shuts as you interrupt, sighing at the glare she sent at your best friend. “Meg, have you, Isla and Tiffany got your art pieces ready for the gallery?”

“Yep, and we’ll take them at 8 am sharp to the Oak Building.”

“Good.” You nod, putting a small tick beside the bullet point. “Right, Rox, Leah, Gemma and Simone, you guys are prepared for the Poetry Slam right?”

“Affirmative Boss.” Rox smirks at you. “I had never experienced such a feeling of confidence, but it brought me no closer to my goal of eternal happiness.”

“Alright Wordsworth.” You rolled your eyes. “Save it for tomorrow.”

You made your way through your list, checking everyone was prepared for their respective events. You were relieved each question was met with a confident yes, and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt the weight of living up to your title on your shoulders.

“So that’s everything.” You smile, cocking an eyebrow when Rox coughed pointedly. “What?”

“Are you prepared?” She asked, causing everyone to snicker. “Been practising your sums Miss President?”

“Yeah, one plus one is four right?” You joke, everyone laughing as you stand, them taking it as their cue they were free to leave. “You know I’ve got the Maths Race in the bag.”

“Got any idea who any of us are up against?”

“You know as well as I do Cal will have put Luke up against me for Maths.” You tell her, the two of you heading back to your room. “I assume he’ll be at the Poetry Slam with you. Ashton’s probably going to have done something for the Art Show, and I bet Michael’s leading a group into the History Competition. Apart from that, the other houses are wildcards, as are the rest of Alpha Sig.”

“What’s the point in you being with the enemy if you know none of his tactics?” Rox’s sigh is playful, and you can’t help but gin as she nudges you lightly. “So, how is lover boy? Still dreamy?”

Any response is cut off by your phone ringing, your eyes darting down to see Calum’s name. Roxana chuckles, taking the notebook from your arm and falling onto your bed as you answer.


“Y/N! Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” Calum’s speech is slurred, and you can’t stop the laughter falling from your lips. He whines in protest, going to say something else before he cuts himself off with a shout “I just want to tell her that I-”

“Good evening Y/N, how are you?” A new voice asks, clearly more sober than Cal.

“Good Luke, you?” You grin, ignoring the way Rox looks at you with surprise.

“Not bad.” He chuckles, Calum’s protests still in the background. “Wondering what kind of love potion Cal slipped you, considering you’re giving him a chance.”

“Must have been in the vodka the other day.”

“Apparently so.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. “Just thought I’d tell you not to worry about your boyfriend, I’ll get him to bed safely.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Not yet.” Luke practically sings down the phone. “See you tomorrow, can’t wait to beat your ass.”

“Dream on Hemmings.” You laugh, before Calum gains his phone again. “You going to be alright tomorrow?”

“I make better poetry hungover.” He tells you, before sighing. “I’m sleepy Angel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright Hood.” You grin, bidding him goodnight before hanging up. You fall onto your bed beside Roxana, the smile still plastered on your face. “Don’t say a word.”

“Fat chance.” She scoffs, knee knocking against yours. “You’ve fallen for him you know.”

“Yeah.” You nod, twisting your head to grin at her, Roxana’s own lips pulled up into a smile. “I know.”

Word Travels Fast

“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me…” Meg growled angrily as she gracelessly dove under a table to avoid a rather nasty hex that a masked man had sent. Panting slightly, she took in her surroundings to find an edge she could use against the source of the hexes.


To back up, the original mission had been a long-winded one: there was an illegal trading of a foreign supplement to floo powder that had been discovered by the ministry several months before. Underground gangs had been using it to move other illegal substances (stolen artifacts, illegal potions, magical items, exotic creatures, etc) so the ministry wouldn’t be able to track it. The ministry as a whole were tasked with shutting down the operation. There were three different factions of the operation: policing, researching, and containment. Policing was mainly charged to the Auror department, led by the one and only Harry Potter. Their jobs were to arrest and question members of the suppliers and the users to try and discover patterns in their activity. Another task assigned to the Auror office was to collect items and rogue floo powder found at crime scenes. So far they were somewhat successful in shutting down operations, but nobody was celebrating yet. Research came from a collaboration of several different departments on what the consistency of the floo powder was and what made it different from the ministry-grade powder. Containment… well, containment was to make sure the public wouldn’t go into a panic thinking that criminals could just appear in their homes to steal their property and disappear without a trace. 


“Good times, huh?” Triggs, her partner, shouted across the room as he joined her under the table. Curses and hexes and shouts surrounded the pair. 

“Oh, just thrilling.” she shot back dryly with a roll of her eyes. “You called it in, right?” 

“Of course. But you know you were getting bored at the office with all that filing….” Triggs replied with a chuckle. “Loved the dive, by the by… Absolutely stunning.” 

“Oh, shove it, you ass!” she laughed as Triggs went back into the fray, flying his counter curses as he went. It was true that she and Triggs weren’t the top of the food chain, but they made it work. So even thought it was the legendary Harry Potter who was leading the charge, they had never actually worked with him personally. This particular tussle was only supposed to be a securing of discovered powder to be filed for the research faction. What they weren’t prepared for was a faction of the gang going to do the same thing. After throwing some of her own hexes, she heard a cry from Triggs as he was hit by a full body-bind curse. 

“Triggs!” she called out as she immediately jumped out from her hiding spot and made her way through hexes and jinxes over to her partner. She threw her own hexes and jinxes, of course, and so the amount of spells she had to deflect were decreasing as she continued. 

“She’s got a soft spot on her back, aim for that!” Meg heard as she deflected her way to the other side of the warehouse. All she needed to do was to get Triggs back on his feet before they could try and hold them off until back up came. 

“Sectumsempra!” a voice behind her shouted and all of her spells halted immediately as she felt an invisible blade carve right through to the bones in her back. Any cry in pain she would have had was silenced by the blood coming up and out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she collapsed on the ground next to a panicked, yet still frozen, Triggs. Still conscious, Meg glanced at Triggs’ helpless face before glaring up at the group of half a dozen masked wizards and witches. 

“Jesus, you Ministry pricks don’t go down easily, do you?” one of them chuckled. “I’ll give you props for lasting as long as you did, though.” 

Even behind their masks, Meg could feel their shock and fear as she willed herself to stand, blood dripping from her robes. 

“Fuck off.” she murmured darkly as she raised her wand. Before they could react, she screeched “Petrificus Totalus!!” and from her wand the curse pulsed and hit all of them simultaneously. They all froze and toppled over like human-dominos. 

Her wand slipped from her fingers as she stumbled towards Triggs, who gained his autonomy as the gang members fell, before her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground. 

“Prescott!” he screamed in a panic as that was the last thing she could hear before everything went black. 


I noticed something on my last re-watch. At the end of Caged Heat, after Cas and Meg have kissed and Meg has split, Dean makes a joke about giving Cas more time with Meg. The first GIF above is his response. I actually took this at face value the first few times I saw it, thinking he actually didn’t understand what Dean meant, which actually takes a little bit of the wind out of the makeout scene. In fact, I’ve seen some anti-Megstiel fans actually point to this as “proof” that Cas wasn’t actually attracted to Meg.


Look at the second one. This is the scene where he is watching porn and Dean has just told him that you don’t watch porn in a room full of dudes, and you don’t talk about it. He gives him that look before glancing down at his lap. He was turned on by what he saw and now he’s just learned to be guilty about it.

And let’s not forget, he was watching PORN. People who think he was confused by Dean’s comment because he didn’t understand the concept of sex seem to forget that. Even if he somehow managed to watch humanity for millennia and never see them having sex, he saw the pizza man and the babysitter. He knows NOW.

We’ve all seen Cas confused, having no idea what’s going on or what the people around him are talking about. I was going to find a GIF for that too, but we don’t need one. We can all picture that face. THIS IS NOT THAT FACE. This is not Confused Cas. This is Cas caught in the act of feeling something he thinks he should be ashamed of.

The way he stammers the question while looking down and avoiding eye contact mirrors the way he looked down when he was caught watching the porno. He knows exactly what Dean is implying. And he wants it. The idea of an hour alone with Meg excites him.


Poto role reversal (kinda)

Christine Daaé is a famous opera singer, called “the voice of the century”.  She is - scandals of scandals! - also engaged to the young Vicomte de Chagny.

Her big rival is the Spanish diva La Carlotta. One fateful night, after a gala performance for the opening of the new opera house built by Charles Garnier, Carlotta - drunk out of her mind - attacks Christine in her dressing room. She throws wild accusations at her (“you slept your way up” etc.) The fight escalates and Carlotta accidentally sets a curtain on fire, Christine is knocked out in the struggle. Carlotta flees from the burning room.

Christine’s body is not found, and she is never discovered even though her fiance Raoul searches for her everywhere. She is presumed dead.

Many years later, young Erik joins the company. He is very talented, but also quite reclusive and painfully shy. He makes friends with Madame Giry, who tells him of the “opera ghost”. It is said that the ghost of La Daaé haunts the opera where she died. The ballet rats report seeing a veiled lady all in black in the corridors.

One night, Erik hears a beautiful voice from behind the walls. He asks it if it is the ghost; the voice laughs and tells him that yes, she is a ghost. The ghost tells him that she wants to tech him how to sing and that, with a voice like his, he is destined to have a great career.

The ghost is in actual fact Christine, who was hideously disfigured in the fire. In pain, she stumbled against the mirror of her burning dressing room and found that it gave way. She hid away in the bowels of the opera, not wanting anyone to see her as she was now.

She is instantly fond of Erik; they share a passion for music and he eases her lonely existence. She still longs for Raoul; but how could she ever return to him now, with a face like that?

Raoul is now Comte after his brother’s death. he has become a bitter, middle-aged man after losing the love of his life. He no longer is patron o the opera; the memories are to painful.

She becomes very possessive of Erik because he is all she has; and when she notices that he is spending more and more time with Madame Giry’s daughter, she gets jealous. After his very successful debut as Faust, Erik, in elation, even kisses Meg, and Christine loses it. She takes him through the mirror. Erik is frightened but entranced by the veiled figure that leads him through the darkness and across a lake to her home. And of course the inevitable happens; Erik rips of the veil and sees Christine’s face. She is furious and tells him he can never leave again, for no one must know that she is still  alive and looks like this now. Erik pities her and promises her never to tell anyone, and after a few days, Christine reluctantly releases him.

Erik and a very worried Meg meet on the rooftop, where he eventually tells her everything. Unbeknownst to him, Christine is listening and disappointed and angry that he broke his promise and also desperate because she realises she’s losing her only friend. She doesn’t catch the last part of the conversation. Meg tells Erik about Raoul de Chagny and his desperate search for his fiance after the accident. Erik has to prepare for the next showing of Faust, but Meg tells her mother everything who then rushes to the de Chagny townhouse.

Raoul doesn’t believe Mme Giry at first, but then agrees to come to the opera with her. They arrive just in time to see a vengeful Christine kidnap Erik right off the stage, and Raoul recognises the engagement ring Christine wears. With the help of Mme Giry, he manages to find his way down into the cellars. He finds Christine, unveiled, raging at Erik for breaking his promise. Raoul’s heart almost stops when he hears her voice and he whispers her name. She turns around to face him, moans his name in return, cowers on the ground and covers her face in shame. But Raoul just lifts her into his arms and holds her tightly and whispers her name again and again and then they’re both crying and kissing.

In the end, the Veiled Lady of the opera was seen never again. The Comte de Chagny moved to a remote location in the country but suddenly started supporting the opera again. Young Erik went on to become a great tenor and composer; his later wife, Meg, was soon made prima ballerina.

And poor old Carlotta, who had lived in an asylum after the incident - she’d gone rather mad, you see, always talking of melting faces and whatnot, the poor dear - suddenly received a visitor for the first time in years. the doctors didn’t think about the veil the stranger was wearing; she may have been in mourning for all they knew. When she left, Carlotta was smiling, and a nurse asked her what she was so happy about. “I have been forgiven”, came the simple reply.

Anonymous asked: Could you maybe write something about cas and dean being in a school play and cas gets the lead but he has to kiss a girl and dean gets jealous? cuz that would be awesome (just like your blog, btw!)

Author’s note: I felt like writing some high school drama, and on top of that, Jealous!Dean is my jam, so enjoy. 

“It’s fake… It’s fake, they’re just acting.” Dean hissed at himself through gritted teeth, hoping to calm himself down if only he said it often enough.

He shot a deathly glare in the direction of the stage, where his boyfriend was making out with no one other than Meg Masters. Dean’s hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.

Alright, so they weren’t actually making out. They were acting, as Dean had been repeatedly trying to convince himself over the past couple of weeks during which they had been preparing this play. Not like he was successful in his attempts to be cool about it. In fact, he’d never felt this enraged in his sixteen years of being alive. The mere thought of Cas kissing someone else was enough for Dean to go berserk, let alone being forced to watch it…

Theatre class had seemed all fun and games, until their teacher Mr. Hickman had announced that they were going to do a play. It got even less fun when Dean’s boyfriend Castiel got the lead role, which included kissing the other lead, the role that Meg had gotten.

Mr. Hickman considered himself a still undiscovered genius, and he had written the play himself. Which meant that nobody really knew what it was about, taking into consideration that the guy appeared to be stoned half of the time. Dean hadn’t been that eager to have any part in it at all, and lucky for him, Hickman had blessed Dean with the role of ‘random citizen number three’, making that Dean didn’t have any actual lines to study.

“You might wanna chill, or that vein in your forehead is literally going to burst.” A dry voice stated from beside Dean as a hand was put on his shoulder.

Charlie, Dean’s best friend, gave him a sympathetic look.

“I hate this.” Dean groaned while he mildly leaned in to her side.

“I kind of get it… If Glinda had to kiss someone like that, I would be freaking out too, even if it was fake.” Charlie admitted, referring to her girlfriend. “But still, it’s nothing. At the end of the day, he loves you, not her…”

“Well he’s giving it his best effort to make it look pretty damned real.” Dean growled under his breath.

“Cut!” Hickman yelled loudly, making Dean flinch. “Great work, miss Masters, mister Novak… But we’re going to do it again, and I want to see a little more emotion from both of you. Make it look real, pretend that you can feel the raw passion of…”

“Yeah yeah, we get it.” Dean muttered irritably, tuning Hickman out, keeping his voice low so that only Charlie could hear his bitter complaints.

Charlie’s fingers tightened around Dean’s shoulder in silent support.

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'Last Night'
‘Last Night’ Pairing: Castiel x Reader Prompt: Requested by Anonymous- Story set in 5x10?Cas and reader just started dating. When they go on a mission it’s reader who saves Dean and gets hurt by Hell Hounds not Jo. When Meg tells Lucifer about it Cas panicks. Reader decides she’ll stay in shop to help them. She tells Dean to tell Cas she loves him. You can either write Cas saves her in last second or they come back home and Dean has to tell him when he’s looking for her. And can you write the day before when they’re spending time together and they are cuties?Thanks Word Count: 2,395 Warnings: Death Author’s Note: I got really into this request so thank you so much to whoever asked for it, it was amazing and so much fun to write. Also I’m totally game for a part two so let me know if that’s something you guys want or if you have any ideas!!READ THE SEQUEL HERE!



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hey, tina, you remember that photographer!au we talked about? yeah…

happy (late) birthday, hon! x

“I need coffee,” Meg yawned, stretching her hands above her head. After she hadn’t gotten response, she purposely yawned again, this time spinning on her chair. “I’m bored.”
“So go get some coffee,” Castiel replied, not looking away from his computer screen.
“Wanna come with me?”
“Not really.”
She was sitting opposite of him, with bunch of notebooks scattered all over her table, doing practically nothing for the last two hour, while Castiel was cursing Photoshop and those who made it, because he was messing with that last photograph for the last two hours and he still couldn’t get the effect he wanted.
He and Meg were one of rare active members of their college magazine, other members being Charlie who worked on design, and Ash who… well, who was pretty much just trying to hack into college computers to try and correct his grades. Jo claimed that if he had spent that time on studying, he would have passed with flying grades. Ash claimed hacking was easier. But not really successful.
Oh, and Jo, of course. She didn’t bring her stories often, but they were interesting every time. Meg’s on the other hand… well, she had had her diamonds, but more often it was gossiping.
And Castiel was the photographer who worked too hard on photographs which were only seen by 8 students, including them. He liked it, though. He liked photographing, and he liked to work on his photographs, and would not be happy until they were perfect.
Meg moaned. “C’mon, I’m gonna die here.”
Castiel just frowned and didn’t respond.
“That cute barista is working now,” Meg said, raising her eyebrows.
“I told you before,” Castiel frowned deeper. “I have no interest in him.”

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anonymous asked:

What's the strangest or funniest thing that's happened to you in costume/cosplay before? :)

Well, honestly nothing in costume comes to mind. But meeting Doug Jones at the otherwise travesty that was DashCon was pretty spectacular and kind of the most interesting cosplay-related moment I can think of….

​ and I ran into him in a hallway and he recognized us out of our Wonder Woman and Superman costumes that we’d been wearing earlier that day. He seemed to be making the best out of the situation and was truly a delightful human being. Hugging him was like hugging walking spaghetti. 

(our “we just met DOUG JONES” faces)

Oh wait… I typed this and then I thought of a funny moment. Last year at DragonCon in my Hercules cosplay group, our Phil was making Sean (big Herc) and our other friend (little Herc) run in front of us. And the whole time he was yelling out different rules. So I sass in my best Meg voice: “Hey Phil, what’s rule 69?”

And he, in a perfect Phil voice, yells down the hallway “Always remember rule #69 boys: give as good as you get!!!”

So there ya go, two stories for the price of one. :P