Someone: “Pigeons are gross garbage dwellers”
Me: *Tries to resist the urge to info dump on how great pigeons actually are and are not rats with wings but actually very clean and super intelligent birds*
Ladies and gentlemen the transformation is complete. Sam has left the marvel universe and has become The Penguin. Mentally broken and bird obsessed he now resides in Arkham Asylum and fights a giant winged rat.
For many city-dwellers, pigeons have a reputation as
repugnant creatures — “rats with wings,” if you will — but in London, a
handful of them are doing their part to tackle the city’s air pollution
levels. Birds equipped with tiny pollution sensor backpacks and GPS devices took off on a three-day flight over the U.K. capital on Monday — and it couldn’t have come at a more critical time.
Shipping/handling will depend on weight/where it is going. For small
packages (1 to 9ish Dime Rats) with in the US from $3 to $7 and
international from $7 to $15. For large packages (cages) in the US $11
and international $25. *I do refund shipping overcharges*
.:A Note On Commissions:.
I have had many people contact me about commissions and I know it has
been a while since I have been able to offer them. I also still need to
reply to some souls and will be when I can. So to give everyone a small
advanced notice, I will make a tentative goal of offering a few
commission reservations next month of Dime Rats (or other Dime
Thank you so much to everyone who has shown
interest in my art and I do hope I get to create something lovely for
you in the future! ♥ ~ Eve
Pairing:Destiel/Sastiel Word Count: 216 Warnings: Fic turning point, loaded with angst. A/N: Set post 12.09. Slightly altered (Cas has his wings back for the sake of this fic).
God, I hope I did this justice. Not my first Destiel post, but it is my first
‘shippy’ fic. Please be gentle with me. As always feedback is appreciated. Summary: Cas knew how he felt about Dean. He knew in
the deepest parts of himself. It was cosmic. What Cas didn’t know, was how he
felt about Sam. It hit him like a freight train.
“For the love of you stupid winged rats. Cas, come on buddy.
We’re so close, we need you.”
The Winchesters were currently in Colorado, on a lead they
found on Kelly and Lucifer’s love child. It was getting damn close to the child
being born, and they couldn’t wait any longer.
They turned as they heard Cas’ wings, and faced a
disgruntled angel whose coat was torn and burned.
Cas ignored their questioning gazes. “I found her.”
They immediately piled into the Impala and drove 12 straight
hours to Yellowstone. Kelly was in a hidden, off-the-map, underground bunker in
the mountains. As they pulled up, the brothers split up to cover more ground
and scope out the area for any government security.
Cas went with Dean.
They moved in graceful sync; Dean’s hands gripped tight on
his gun, Cas’ on his angel blade, the only sound were their careful steps of
their boots on the gravel.
Sam moved around the perimeter, meeting up with them on the
other side of a cave that Cas pointed out was the entrance to the underground
bunker. It struck them as odd that despite Kelly’s exhaustive strategies in
staying hidden, that she had no security outside.