my favourite angel

I know no one asked for this, but I made another pixel thing! CASTIEL!! :D
I don’t know what’s going on with the messy wings.. but I’m pretty proud of his trench coat.

I like to imagine Neil giggles a lot when he gets tipsy. Imagine: Andrew and Neil sitting on the roof, sharing a bottle of whiskey, Andrew’s bitching about Kevin and Exy and Neil is just lying with his head on his lap, staring up at his stupid face and losing his shit. Andrew alternates between glaring at him and shutting him up with a kiss. 

if there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. because that’s all there is. what we do. now. today. i fought for so long, for redemption, for a reward, and finally just to beat the other guy, but i never got it. and now you do? not all of it. all i wanna do is help. i wanna help because, i don’t think people should suffer as they do. because, if there’s no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.


I try to keep kpop aspects off of this blog because that isn’t what it is about but this is a tragedy that I feel like I need to address. Jonghyun was my ultimate bias. From the first video I ever saw of SHINee he stood out to me. He’s dealt with so much over the years from his weight to insomnia and lately it kind if seemed as if he had been getting better. It seems now that was just kind of wishful thinking. I want to let anyone who follows me know that my inbox is always open if you need to vent or talk so please don’t let yourself suffer alone. I hope those who played a part in this tragedy-and I’m not naming anyone but I think anyone who has followed what’s been going on the last few weeks or days may already know - but I hope they have learned a lesson from this. Words hurt and they shouldn’t be taken lightly. RIP Jonghyun. You were and always will be my favourite. Rest in peace angel. You will be missed. 사랑해요.

Inktober Day 13 | Prompt: teeming

The bees are trying to cheer up Castiel after him losing his grace… They know he’ll get it back. :)

Some of my favourite slang terms from 18th century England (not counting any of the terms outlined on the ‘Talk dirty like a Georgian Gentleman’ post I made):

• Cambridge Fortune: A beautiful woman with many talents but no money/fortune.

• Captain Queernab: A badly dressed man.

• Cupid’s Kettledrums: Boobs

• The Apple Dumpling Shop: Also boobs

• Buck of the First Head: The most debauched gentleman in the group

• A blood: A young man with no morals (so called because 'hot-blooded’)

• Dancing the Sherrif’s Jig: To be hanged

• My Snappers/My Bulldogs: Your duelling pistols

• A Glimjack: A boy you could pay to walk you home at night with a lit torch

• Spoil Pudding: A parson who preaches long sermons (so called because he would keep his congregation in church whilst their puddings spoiled)

• The Duke of Limbs: A tall person.

• Whirligigs: Testicles

• Jingle Brains: An idiot

• A matrimonial peace maker/matrimonial diplomat: A penis (you can work this out yourself)

• To anoint with the oil of gladness: To punch in the face

• Mundungus: Bad quality tobacco

And my favourite:

• Fubsey Angel: A beautiful plump woman.