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[in1-nutshell]

How would the tfp crew treat human reader that broke a bone (perhaps they accidentally dropped reader when doing something?)

Ooooohhhh! More broken bones! Since you did not specify which characters you wanted I will be picking them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Smokescreen, Arcee, and Bulkhead react to Human Buddy getting a broken bone on accident

SFW, platonic, mention of injury, slight angst for some, Human reader

TFP

Smokescreen

Buddy had broken their left arm because Smokescreen accidentally tossed them too hard out of his vehicle mode.

They had been ambushed by some drones and Smokescreen had transformed a bit too quickly to start shooting some Cons down.

To be fair, Smokescreen still didn't understand how fragile humans were compared to a Cybertronian. He thought that they were a bit tougher than what Optimus and Ratchet let on.

He was proven wrong when he saw Buddy cradling their arm. It was bent in a way that he was sure they weren't supposed to go.

"Smokescreen I need you to comm Ratchet and tell him to get June "--Buddy

"Your arm... Oh Primus your arm!"--Smokescreen

"Smokes listen it was an accident. It was an accident."--Buddy

"Yeah... Yeah... I'll get Ratchet..."--Smokescreen

Smokescreen isn't used to see much organic injuries so he is a bit unnerved. Surprisingly, he keep up a calmish face getting Buddy to June. But he is freaking out on the inside.

He refuses to carry any human for a while. It takes some convincing to get Smokescreen comfortable again.

While Buddy is healing, Smokescreen gives them a bit of space while also hovering over them. A weird combination that thankfully doesn't last long after Buddy is healed up.

If Buddy gets a cast Smokescreen would be one of the first to get it signed. He gets some stickers from Jack and puts them on the cast.

Arcee

Buddy broke their leg after an altercation with Arachnid.

Arcee was taking Buddy on patrol today since Jack was home sick with a cold. Arachnid had ambushed them both. Buddy was grabbed by Arachnid before Arcee could tell what was going on. The Spider bot squeezed the human a bit until and audible crack was heard. The Con tossed Buddy on to the ground as a furious Arcee came after her.

Lucky for Arachnid, Arcee didn't finish the job and was quick to get back to Buddy.

"Buddy! Buddy what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"--Arcee

"I think my leg's broken."--Buddy

"All right don't worry, I'm getting us back to the base now. Can you stay awake for me?"--Arcee

"Sure... Sure thing."--Buddy

Arcee winces internally as she picks up Buddy. She knows Buddy is trying to put a brave face on for her so she doesn't worry too much. But she can see that this hurts Buddy a lot more than what either expected.

Arcee is out for blood after Buddy is given the all clear by Ratchet and June.

When she isn't preparing for Arachnid, Arcee does her best to help Buddy move around the base. Since she is one of the smaller bots on the team, it's a bit easier to handle Buddy while also protecting them.

If Buddy gets a cast they will make sure Arcee is the first to see and to sign it. Arcee manages to paint some blue and pink on the cast.

Bulkhead

Buddy had tripped over some cables that led them to fall down the stairs and land right on their ankle.

Bulkhead was the only bot on base and was freaking out when he saw Buddy on the floor clutching their foot with tears in their eyes.

"Buddy,Buddy what happened?! Are you hurt?! Do I need to go get Ratchet?!"--Bulkhead

"If you can pass me my phone so I can call June that would be nice."--Buddy

"Okay, okay!"--Bulkhead

He knows for a fact humans are tougher than what they seem. His proof is Miko's entire existence. But he also knows how fragile they are compared to Bots.

After Buddy gets the all clear from June and Ratchet, Bulkhead becomes Buddy's second shadow for a bit. He feels like he nearly lost his friend that day and it was his fault.

Despite everyone telling him it is not his fault, he does feel a little bit guilty.

If Buddy gets a cast they make sure that Bulkhead is the first one to sign. He paints a bit of Buddy's cast green.

[shoukiko]

How the TF2 Mercs would react to you wanting to paint their nails <3

a/n: I hope you guys will appreciate this, TF2 holds a special place in my heart, I've loved it for years so doing this makes me all giddy inside. If you have ay requests, please message me! I do CoD and TF2!! Enjoy! <3

Scout

Would be like "I ain't into that type of things, Toots."

After some convincing would let you paint his thumb and only his thumb.

Perhaps he sees you all happy while doing it and says it's okay for just *one more* finger.

Square nails, I don't make the rules.

Which then turns into his whole hand.

Shows it off to the team because YOU were the one who did it and they should be jealous.

"TAKE A FUCKIN GANDER YA BUNCH OF PANSIES"

Would pick off the nail polish as a habit during briefings or when he's not paying attention.

Feels bad coming back to you with his awful manicure.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, at least you get to hold my hand." Dick

Medic

Would love to have you paint his nails, but he thinks it would cause issues during his procedures

Ya know, cuz he doesn't wear gloves....for whatever reason

"Please.... :(" "Oh... Meine Taube.. How can I ever say no to you?"

100% Short round nails. Maybe not slender/skinny fingers, but they're def on the thinner side.

Ends up forcing himself to wear gloves just so they won't get ruined.

He thinks your careful and skilled hands are very attractive and "intriguing" as you paint them.

He's weird like that, You love it.

He loves you....maybe too much....He'd probably cut your hands off if you said yes.

He's the type to ask lol

Spy

No

No again

Stop asking

He wears gloves anyways, why do you want to so bad?

He doesn't have time for these silly games!!!!

"Mon canard, Please. This is too immature for me" "So you're saying you don't love me?" *Smug look*

You win

He has very nice nails by the way. Perfect nails, perfect slender hands.

He doesn't really say much, but you can tell from his eyes he enjoys such an intimate moment.

He tells noone and shows noone, but he likes to be in his room jsut looking at them, thinking of you.

Would do yours if you asked....nicely

Pyro

I mean this is obviously a yes.

The gloves are off before you finish your sentence.

Scarred hands, maybe missing a nail on a finger, but that's okay.

Picks the colors, they want pink. Lotta pink.

Get's excited when you bring up stickers.

Rocks a pink and purple manicure with a flower sticker on their missing nail.

Becomes a weekly thing, your little spa day. :)

Heavy

Skeptical, but why not? Couldn't hurt.

Lot of surface area, dudes hands are bigger than your face.

He finds it amusing that your hands are so small compared to his.

He's letting you paint his nails, but he'd like some dark colors.

Maybe not black, more like blue or maybe red occasionally/

"One sticker?" "No sticker, thank you" "Okay one sticker" "...Okay, for you"

Sniper

"If it'll make ya happy, doll."

Falls asleep as you paint them.

Rough hands, tan lines from his gloves, he has dirty finger nails :Gross:

You throw in some....cleaning... just cuz you care.

I love this man so much, but oh my god I just know he's musty.

You give him plain black nails, one white nail on his ring fingers

You don't do his thumb, you notice the big bruise under his nail, idk what those are called.

I looked it up it's called Garand Thumb (It's so canon)

You fight with him because you wanna know of it's like a hematoma or not (Gross I know, but I'd do it)

Engineer

Well it's not something he'd find himself doing on his own, would probably think it's silly until he met you.

"As long as I don't look all frou frou after, I'm fine with anything Darlin' "

AAAA TALK TO ME LIKE THAT

Thick fingies, like fat hands a bit, slightly rough because of how much he works. Only slightly because he still wears gloves.

I like to think his hands are covered in oil/dirt most of the time, He does wash them, but he's just always workin on something.

Would wash them before you paint them though. Lovely little you can't be getting your perfect hands dirty.

He wants yellow, give him yellow nails. Like sunshine yellow, like his hat.

He thinks it's "Just lovely lookin' "

Demoman

You don't ask, you just paint them while he's passed out drunk.

You give him rainbow nails, Glitter top coat. You're so mean

Surprisingly soft hands, Big and thick, very soft. My goodness you're even jealous by how nice they are.

He even has the perfect nails for painting. What doesnt this man have?

Oh wait

He's PISSED when he wakes up.

Probably calls it gay (But like....worse)

Sees you sad because of how he reacted.

Slumps in his chair, "They're 'right...."

Grows to like them (more like live with them)

Maybe in like 2 weeks to see hims again, they're still painted, just a bit withered away.

He loves em

Soldier

"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF PANSY TO YOU, MAGGOT???"

You offer to do them in the colors of the American flag

He accepts obviously

You do it standing up cause he is just...there. Stiff as a board.

Wide nails, Rough knuckles, calluses.

When you're done he salutes you.

"Well done, Maggot. Now I won't have to kill you." Sure buddy

I hope you guys liked it!!

[tommyandsean]

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[chaotic-on-main]

Sky, first of all, let me congratulate you on reaching 250 followers! You are an absolute star and seeing all your fantastic accomplishments is a sight to behold!💖💖😊 Second, I think I would like a matcha green tea with kitchen sink from the ice cream truck please! Specifically, kitty acquisition!🐈😻 Thank you so very much and keep being awesome! :)

Order up!! One matcha green tea with everything but the kitchen sink for Cas!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, alluded animal abuse (very very little!), cat dad!Levi, kitty adoption, fluff, established relationship

☾ A/N ➼ Hi Cas!! Thank you so much for sending this request in, it's so cute!! The kitty acquisition line is so funny even tho it took me ages to understand what you meant (my fault). Just imagining him being soft to animals that need love?? UGH I WANT HIM. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! 💕 (Also I hope you're hanging in there still! Tropical storms are so scary and I'm sending you all the best wishes and vibes your way)

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.9k

Levi is always really good at keeping surprises from you. No amount of pestering nor poking would make him relent his deepest darkest secrets. Even when you pulled the birthday card and asked for even the smallest of hints, he didn’t budge.

You suppose that wasn’t the worst thing, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t the littlest peeved at it even though you knew it would benefit you in the long run.

So, when Levi blindfolded you the moment you both buckled into his car for the afternoon, you can’t help but sigh heavily. He told you to dress casually and you both skipped lunch, so you knew he was taking you out to eat.

Why he wouldn’t show you where he was taking you though was beyond you. You knew this town like the back of your hand so where could he even take you that you wouldn't know?

“Levi, you’ve kept me on my toes for a whole month. At least tell me something about it?” You whine. The speakers around you play the shared playlist you and Levi had made together in an effort to stop fighting over who got the music that day – the rule being each artist would get 5 songs each. You managed to swing 10 for a couple artists, which of course was met with an eye roll.

“You’ve waited one month. What’s another 15 minutes?” He grumbles next to you. You feel his hand sit on your thigh and squeeze your flesh gently.

“Just one teeny-tiny smidgen?”

“Fine. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said one small thing. That’s all you get.” There’s a hint of a smirk in his voice, which only makes you huff quietly.

There are a few turns and stops here and there but eventually, you feel the car slow to a stop before hearing Levi moving the gear stick into park. He turns the car off, the jingling of keys filling up the now empty space.

"Are you ready?" He asks off to the side.

"Yes!" Then you feel his long fingers hooking into the blindfold and tugging up and out of your eyes then over your head.

It takes a few hard blinks before your vision can make sense of the brightness around you. At first you notice you’re in front of some sort of shopping center. Upon further investigation, you’re in front of a café.

There are big, wide glass windows on the entire exterior wall, littered with various paw prints and cat vinyl stickers. On one of the windows reads ‘Whiskers Perch’ with a cat paw holding up a steaming mug of something. Your first thought is it’s a cat themed café but then your eyes snap to movement right below the name – it’s a tabby cat doing the biggest stretch known to man.

This isn’t just a cat themed café.

This is a cat café.

And Levi took you here for your birthday because you’ve always wanted to visit one of these.

“Oh my, Levi..” Your voice trails off as you look over to your boyfriend of many years. He’s eyeing you cautiously as he gauges your reaction. You give him a wide smile and lean over to kiss him on the cheek softly.

“This is the best thing ever! I see why you wanted to wait to show me.” You can’t hold back the squeal that comes out as you unbuckle yourself from the seat. Levi softly huffs in amusement next to you as he does the same.

When you and Levi walk in, you’re met immediately by a hostess wearing a long apron and cute pink top. She smiles at you both as she looks up from the pad in her hand.

“Hi! Welcome! What name is your reservation under?” Her pretty eyes bounce between the two of you.

“Ackerman.” Levi says. The hostess’ eyes trail down her pad before releasing a small ‘ah!’ and marking something down.

“Great, looks like you booked for an hour and fifteen. Follow me this way!” She chirps as she sits the pad down on the wooden podium.

As the hostess leads you to your reserved spot, you don’t hesitate to ogle at everything around you. The café is quite large, which you wouldn’t have guessed from just the outside alone. There’s one central lobby where cats freely roam – either sleeping on the many towers or playing with each other and the miscellaneous toys lying about. You don’t spot the patrons right away but as you move further in, you notice there are semi-enclosed rooms lining the outer walls.

Each room has an archway as an entrance, kept wide open so that cats and patrons can come and go, and above each door is a number – the max going to 24. Most of the booths are filled with multiple people, all eating and drinking with cats lingering around them. The best thing about the little enclosed alcoves was that the noise level is minimum.

She takes you to an alcove off to the left, labeled number 8.

“Your waiter will be with you momentarily. Please take a few minutes to read through the rules if you haven’t already.” She smiles widely at the two of you as you settle in before taking off back to the front.

There are a couple small menus in front of you and you reach over to pick them up. One is a menu for food and drinks and the other is a rules list.

1. Be gentle – no tugging or pulling.

2. No loud noises.

3. Do not pick up the cats – let them come to you.

4. Do not share the food/drinks with the cats.

5. Cats are cats, we are not held liable for any damage they may cause you.

6. If there’s any emergency, do not hesitate to alert a team member.

7. Feel free to take pictures and have fun!

8. Some cats may be up for adoption – please ask a team member if you might be interested.

A lot of these rules are common sense, though you can't blame them for reiterating them for those who need it. The last rule catches your eye and you find yourself flicking your gaze up and over the menu to Levi. He’s busy looking at the drink menu and pays you no mind. Is this why he said this was a bad idea?

“Are there any teas you want to try?” Levi asks over to you, his eyes still glued to the laminated menu in his hands.

“You’re the tea connoisseur, I trust you.” You shrug your shoulders as your eyes graze the menu in front of you. The teas had fancy names with their blends underneath and truth be told, it was all a little overwhelming. Best to leave it to Levi, you think. But the food…

Your waiter comes by a few moments later to take the orders, dropping off a teapot and a couple of cups right after. As Levi stirs the leaves around, you take this chance to stare out to the lobby. There are a myriad of cats running about but none paying much mind – except for a small jet black one sitting high in one of the cat towers.

Bright yellow eyes stare into yours from far away. You can’t see much of him as he’s tucked in high, but from what you can see, there are a few nicks in his ears and his face is quite round. Besides his eyes, everything is dark – like a black void. He only sits and stares at the two of you, despite you trying to coax him to come closer.

“Levi, I think this one is plotting our murder.” You mutter, pointing towards the dark void.

“Well, it is a cat. That’s just how they are.” Levi says back jokingly. Satisfied with the steeping time, he pours a dark red liquid into the cups before sliding yours over to you so you can make it up as you like with the ingredients offered. Levi leans back with his cup in hand, the way he always does, and takes a careful sip as he eyes you doing the same.

The flavor is wonderful, and you can’t even begin to categorize the different notes. It’s sweet and floral, almost earthy in tones – with a light spice. Levi always knew how to pick a good tea. You lean back in your seat and sigh in content.

“This is good.” You say finally, setting the cup and saucer back down on to the table with a clink.

“It’s not half bad.”

“Not half bad? That’s some high praise from Levi Ackerman.” You joke, raising an eyebrow at him.

Suddenly there’s a shift in weight on your booth as a large short-haired orange cat leaps onto it. It’s tan striped with a few white spots across his face. Wide hazel eyes stare up at you.

Mrrooww!

“Oh look at you!” You coo down as you place your hand on his head and start scratching. His fur is soft and you feel his body vibrating under you as he purrs loudly. Trailing your fingers down his red collar, you pinch the tag between two fingers and lean down for a closer look.

“Milo huh? You are such a cuties.” You whisper down to him. He lets you pet his back a couple more times before circling around and lying down next to you. His eyes are closed instantly, deciding this is his new napping spot. You place your hand on his soft belly and pet it, eliciting more purrs.

You and Levi fill the time before the food came with talks of what you’d like to do that evening. As cats came for face rubs and left with happy purrs, you ultimately decide you want to stay home and make dinner together then maybe settle in with a movie. Levi, of course, agreed easily as he was not one who liked to be out at night anyways – but he was always willing if you wanted it. The idea of going out for your birthday became less appealing as the years came and went. Well, with the exception of the cat café, of course.

The next time your eyes survey the lobby is after the waiter comes by to pick the empty plates in front of you. You immediately spot the same black cat from earlier. He’s much closer this time, sitting back on his hind legs with his front paws barely passing through the arch. Those electric eyes stare up but not at you. They’re staring straight at Levi, who stops talking to look over once he realizes your attention is no longer on the conversation.

“Levi, I think the murder he’s plotting is yours.” You say quietly. An attempt to ‘pspsps’ is made but to no avail. Not even a glance is thrown your way. The cat slowly blinks before standing up on all fours and leaving.

“If I go missing, you’ll know it was him.” Levi says back dryly.

You snort at that as your hands reach down under the table to pet the long white fur belonging to a Himalayan cat that had laid claim to your lap halfway through your meal. You don’t fight the urge to boop the soft pink nose of your new friend. A baby blue eye cracks open at you from the sudden touch but she just curls up even more on your legs, stretching her paws out to show you matching soft pink beans.

“How much time do we have left, do you think?” You ask Levi as you look up at him. He’s watching you intently with those dark eyes of his and there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he does.

“About another 20 minutes.” He glances at his phone screen to check the time. You peep the screen and notice his background is a picture of you sitting on the central fountain in your town’s square, mid-laugh as you try hide from the camera. It was taken a few weeks ago and you wonder how long he’s had it like that. It’s intriguing considering he always kept the original images that came with the phone upon first purchasing it, but you don’t press.

There’s a soft ding to the right of you and when you look down, you see that the black cat is back – this time with a small silver toy in his mouth. It seems to be a bell attached to a string. In a swift motion, he jumps up to Levi’s booth and sets it down next to Levi before sitting back on his haunches and staring up into Levi’s startled eyes.

This is the first cat to approach Levi the entire time you have been there. And he was brought a gift no less. You find yourself quietly giggling at the sight and don’t hesitate to snap a picture of their stare off.

mew

The quiet mewl he makes melts your heart immediately.

“He brought you dinner.” You say softly.

“She, actually.” The waiter that had left with the check earlier is back now, setting the black book and pen down in front of Levi. “She’s unusually quiet for her breed, so it’s nice to see her so open with a patron. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” Levi grumbles, taking the pen and signing the merchant receipt in his neat handwriting.

“Can I ask what kind of cat she is? And what happened to her?” You eye the nicks in her ears. There are a few chunks taken out, all fully healed.

“She’s a rescue. Before coming here, she was locked in a cage at all times. You see, she’s a bombay so you can imagine what they held her for. They’re quite rare.” The waiter says sadly. They perk up quickly though, and smiles over to Levi. “But she’s really taken a liking to you.”

Levi carefully reaches over and his hand hovers over her head in hesitation. She initially pulls back and you can see the gears in her head rolling as she considers Levi. She opts to sniff his hand and that’s it.

They do look good together, you think.

“Can I ask- is she up for adoption?” Levi’s eyes snap to yours.

“We don’t have room for a cat right now.” He mutters quietly.

“Shush.” You wave your hand at him before turning your attention back to the waiter.

“She is! Would like me to get the paperwork?”

“Now hold on a minute-“

“Levi, look how much she likes you!” You stretch your arms out to the black cat who had not moved a muscle during this whole interaction. Yellow eyes blink slowly up at Levi.

“That doesn’t refute the fact that we barely have the space nor time to take care of her.”

“We’ll make room. Besides, I work from home so I can keep an eye on her!”

Levi says your name with exasperation, narrowing his gaze at you.

“She needs a home.” You say, and even more quietly, “Plus, it’s my birthday.”

“You’re impossible.” He grumbles before turning his attention back to black cat next to him. There’s no collar around her neck. “What’s her name?” He asks, looking up to the waiter.

“She never came with one nor did she answer to one.” The waiter purses his lips.

“Would you like to come home with us?” Levi asks gently to the cat. You swear you see her round eyes widen as another quiet mewl escapes her. His expression has softened considerably and the tone he uses makes your heart jump. It's all laced with adoration. Slowly raising your phone up, you take another photo.

Levi straightens up and clears his throat before raking his fingers through his hair as he thinks. His eyes slide over to you, almost as if he was checking one more time if this is really what you want. You give him two thumbs up.

“Fine, bring me the paperwork.”

Half an hour later, the adoption papers were official and you are both sitting in his car, the silence almost deafening. Your new family member curls up in the carrier that was provided to you to take, and you turn around in your seat to watch her sleep.

“Are you mad?” You whisper over to Levi.

“No.” Levi turns the keys, the car rumbling to life right away.

“Are you sure?” You bite your lip nervously.

“Yes, I’m not mad. Just-“ He looks over to you. “This is our first pet together. I’m…”

“Levi, are you nervous?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” Levi grips the steering wheel and puts the gear in reverse. He checks the rearview mirror for any oncoming traffic, his gaze dipping down to the black cat in the backseat.

“You’re going to be a great cat dad, Levi.” You smile over at him. He just sighs softly as he pulls out of the parking spot, eyes alert to anything that might come in his blindspots.

“We’ll see. Have you thought of a name?”

“I was thinking Bleptholomew.” You say back with confidence.

“Absolutely fucking not.” He says quickly, eyes cutting over to you from the mirror. “Besides, that sounds like a boy's name.”

“Pft, cats can be named anything. They don’t believe in gendered names.” You cross your arms over your chest with a fake pout.

“Anything else?”

“Frankie?”

As Levi drives out of the parking lot and into the busy street, he reaches over and gives your thigh a squeeze.

“Frankie it is.”

[chimchiri]

omg HII 2, 3, 8 & 9 and also how are you doing? :D

Ah, thank you Calisto! Doing great with bitten hands from the pup lmao. Hope you're doing great as well! <3

2. How long have you been drawing?

When I started to get interested in anime (my first anime was Dragonball Z). I only drew occasionally and only in 2007 (17yo) drew regularly - anime style of course. I even remember the very first 'serious' drawing. Unfortunately I don't have it, but at that time DBZ was so popular, there were stickers in gums. And I scaled one of Krillin up to A4, just copying it. I was so proud of it at that age (roughly... 14? 15?). I drew traditionally for very long until my brother gifted me his wacom tablet. It's super interesting to look back on how much I improved. There's still so much I see that could be better, but I also love seeing all the old art. (I even made a post about it)

3. How many classes have you taken?

Besides the mandatory school lessons - none. Sometimes I wonder if I should have, but I'm not really interested in classes. I think the only one I'd actually like to do is figure drawing. I just like to analyze my art and my own mood/interest at a time and then actively choose to work on something. I know it's probably not as efficient to improve like that and I could be further ahead if I took classes and structured it more, buuuuut moving over to the next question -

8. Do you draw professionally, or just for fun?

- I draw for myself. As in, I just love drawing and mainly do it for the fun. I am by no means a professional, but since I'm taking commissions more or less regularly and am getting paid for them, I'd say I'm semi-professional? I guess that depends on how you define 'professional' lmao. Since I didn't take classes I'm very, very hesitant to use that adjective on myself.

9. How much time do you spend drawing on an average day?

When I'm having a good run I draw after work for ca 2-2.5 hours on average. Maybe 5 out of 7 days? 4? On the weekend roughly 3-5 hours in total? Depends on my plans and at the moment I'm having a lot of them and can't get in as much art as I used to. I'm also getting back into running again which takes up some time, so I'd say 1-2 hours after work at the moment :( I'm looking forward when I can get in more again.

[cg-saturn]

Tankie fo you kind words abou my school issus. M no wike school cas is overstimulating and overwhelming, maks i hard ges up eben mor dan is alredy. Have IEP bus i no dat help mush. Mabe sticki chart help, i try dat, couls you mak on das like kinergarden or daycar them pwease? Tank yous Saturn, you helpies feewl bedder.

Hiya kiddo! I'm so beyond proud of you for taking steps to try and help accomadate yourself, you deserve it! I want to remind you that any steps, no matter how small or slow, are still steps towards success! You're doing such an amazing job, and im so proud of you! I'm sorry to hear that the IEP hasn't been too helpful, maybe try talking to a teacher or guidance counselor about better ways for you to learn in the classroom. You deserve it!

I designed this chart to have little sayings for each day that you can cover up with a sticker of your choosing once the day is done! This is a great way to track your progress and keep yourself accountable for your actions. I really hope this helps a bit, feel free to save it / print it and use it whenever you need!

Reblogs and using is okay, but do not repost or use #mine

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Dni: k!nk/nsfw, maps, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, anti-agere, furries

[theanimeview]

[Things Missed] Anime Expo 2023: Attendee & Presenter Experience

By: Peggy Sue Wood | @pswediting

July 2023 was a difficult time for me. Originally, this was supposed to go up soon after the AX convention, but I missed the opportunity to do so at the time. 

I was focused more on enjoying the convention itself since two of my friends joined me and I was dealing with personal things at home, but here is, essentially, my assessment of Anime Expo 2023:

TL/DR

This is a large-scale event with lots of people. You can spend days just going up and down the exhibit hall–moreover, there are a great number of panels to consider that often feature lines outside in the LA heat for a few hours before the event.

This convention is not good for first-time convention goers, particularly if you are not great with being in large crowds and struggle in long lines.

Size and Scale + Food Alley

Location: Los Angeles Convention Center, Los Angeles, CA

Health and Safety Policy

Masks are optional. In terms of safety, I felt fine at the event and did enjoy walking around the convention center. However, I did not venture far into surrounding areas outside of going to the Crunchyroll lounge at a local hotel, and to get breakfast on Day 0. Overall, the city is pretty big and the immediate area was fine, but not a place I would consider safe to wander around at night by myself.

Vender Hall

Large as usual! I spent a lot of my time going to each stall and trying to get as many goodies as possible. It was super fun and with how much promotional stuff is going on, you can reasonably walk away with a backpack full of free posters and small goodies if you come in with a fully charged phone and an active Instagram.

I will note, however, that there were far fewer goody-give aways than years prior. I’ve been going since 2009 and this was probably the first time that the freebies did not make me have to take multiple trips to the car for drop-offs. Still, considering how much my friends and I spent walking around, it was a large space that definitely took us more than one day to fully explore and I love that!

Artist Alley

This took up its own space, as is typical for AX. We ended up dedicating an entire day to this, so all of Day 4 was spent exploring the Artist Alley and we STILL missed things. This area was much better planned than last year. The walkways were a few feet wider and, therefore, far less clogged/blocked traffic in the hallways which was very good for all us.

Cosplay Area / Night Market / Food “Court”

The cosplay area also had its own space, which we enjoyed taking photos near the end of the convention. It was often busy with cosplayers and seemed to have been close to the game space. We did not spend a lot of time there, so I was not able to judge this area well. It was, however, really fun and we took a lot of pictures in parts of the first row––like in the school-room scene and at the tea-serving table.

The Night Market was a fun stop off too. There were several food stalls there and one boba place that we got drinks from a few times. It was a nice place to chill at the end of the day, with a good amount of seating and atmospheric lighting that made it nice to sit comfortably at night.

Entertainment – Presenter Experience

Presenting was fantastic and I hope to do so again. I did make a mistake when picking up my badge and came early on Day 0. I am very apologetic to staff as I know that my situation caused confusion. I am, however, very appreciative of them all and how they got me and my friends free badges as a result of me presenting. As a note: My friends were also able to attend because I required an ADA sticker during this convention and they alternated helping me with the mobility issues I experienced. While many conventions do allow presenters a +1, often at a discounted or free rate, AX was extremely gracious in allowing me two +1s as a result of my condition at the time and I forever grateful.

In regards to the presentation, I presented Manga and Comics: A Different cultural base, which I believe you all have seen me post about before. Here is a link to the presentation for those interested in viewing it (my script is in the notes of each slide):

Manga & Comics: A Different Cultural Base https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1dSw09wnh1nQL80AVnQjbmPxwv8mCSYhZ/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109028846234695529861&rtpof=true&sd=true 

Entertainment

I did not, unfortunately, attend too many panels. I did attend a few academic ones and went to the AX office hours, but was ultimately focused more on enjoying the convention itself since two of my friends joined me and I was, as mentioned, dealing with personal things at home.

Final Judgments

Venue: 4.5/5 – Large enough and now has cell service in some areas! WOOHOO!

Staff: 5/5 – Staff were wonderful

Organization, Layout & Management: 4.5/5 – The Exhibit hall could use a bit better organization, but was ultimately well managed.

Organization, Media Use: 4.5/5 – The app was regularly updated and accessible most of the time, advertising was frequently seen leading up to and around the event area, and I enjoyed looking at the posts made by the convention staff.

Attendance: 5/5 – They capped ticket sales and the convention benefited from this significantly.

Affordability: 5/5 – This is one of the more expensive conventions, but because of its size and scale it is worth the cost.

Overall: 4.75/5 – Worth the price. Please read the TL/DR at the top.

[spiderquinn98]

ANTI-HERO: A DESTIEL FANFIC

I wrote this story a few months back and just feel like posting it here. I hope you guys enjoy!

PS. Dean is 100% a Swiftie. Nothing will change my mind.

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They sat next to each other, closer than they'd been in a long time. It had been too long, at least it felt like it had been. It always felt like too long when he was gone. They sat in his dark Impala, hands interlocked.

"How's he doing down there?" Dean asked, petting Cas's hand with his thumb. He looked out the windshield. The view was beautiful. Everything was beautiful since he came back.

"He's doing fine." Cas returned. "Him and Eileen are expecting. They've talked about naming him after you."

"Aw man, that's...just great. Proud of those crazy kids."

"He misses you, Dean." Castiel sensed the undercoat of sadness in his lover's voice. He picked up Dean's hand and kissed it softly. "You'll see each other soon enough."

Dean let out a small chuckle, "Not too soon I hope."

"I uh, got you something." Cas slowly linked their hands and reached into his trench coat pocket. He pulled out a small cassette tape, simply titled "For Dean".

"I hope you like it."

"You made me a mixtape?" A smile came across his face as he inspected it. It was all Taylor Swift. He read the title of each song, carefully etched onto the sticker in Castiel's handwriting. 13 tracks, some of which he had never heard before. He let the hand that was holding his present fall to his lap as he leaned over kissed his boyfriend. Once they unlocked, he lended back over into his own seat, and resumed looking at the tape.

"Charlie helped me put the music on it. But I picked all of them." Cas smiled as he watched Dean put the tape in Baby's cassette player. "Some that reminded me of you, as well as your favorites."

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

Dean couldn't help but smile as he listened to Taylor's voice come from the speakers. Castiel felt warmth wash over him as watched Dean be taken by the music.

Dean had always loved Taylor Swift, something that he only ever shared with him and Charlie. One of the things on Dean's bucket list, was to see her in concert, that was something he only ever shared with Cas.

"She is touring again." Cas said, leaning his head over to Dean. "Maybe Jack would let us go."

Dean turned to Cas, and ran his hand through his lover's hair. "I'd love that. I love you."

"I love you too."

They laid their foreheads together, before leaning in for a long slow kiss as the song changed, and the lyrics to "Maroon" began.

[laptopcamper]

Tamper Room, 43737 Boscell Rd, Fremont, CA 94538, Score: 48/50

The new Tamper Room is a coffeehouse and art gallery that hopes to be a space for the creative community. They sell framed art, stickers, jewelry, greeting cards, candles, soaps, ceramics, tote bags, and more from local artists. As a camping spot, it’s hard to beat.

Score: 48/50

Food: 5/5 – Pastries and made-to-order croiffle toasts. I could tell that my avocado croiffle toast was made with care. The thick croiffle had a satisfying extra crispy exterior and a softer, chewier interior. It was sweet and buttery. They topped it with yuzu avocado mash, alfalfa sprouts, sliced grape tomatoes, and microgreens, chewy, sweet, lots of avocado. The croiffle toast was carefully assembled with generous toppings and it was seasoned well.

Coffee: 5/5 – Typical espresso drinks and hot chocolate. Milk choices include whole milk, half & half, and oat milk. My flat white was flavorful and strong but not bitter.  

Wi-fi: 5/5 – Free, unlimited, the password is posted at the register. I didn’t have any issues or a slow connection.

Ambiance: 5/5 – Cute and artsy

Noise: 5/5 – Music is relaxing

Plugs: 4/5 – If you sit on the left, you won’t be near outlets. But they do have plenty of outlets.

Parking: 5/5 – Ample strip mall parking. I didn’t see any time limits posted.

Comfort: 4/5 – Chairs are new but not padded. Some two top and four top tables.  

Bathroom: 5/5 – There’s one gender neutral restroom. It was clean and smelled nice.

Art: 5/5 – Cute art from local Asian American artists.

Tips: They’ve applied for a liquor license. If you like ube, they have ube mash croiffle toast and ube pannacotta.

“Laptop Campers Unite!”

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

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[zybynarx]

IT’S HERE!!! IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! This is artwork done for the @dcbtv and specifically for the INCREDIBLE story written by @whitster-lizzy​ ! Check it out HERE!

Aaaah! I feel like I could geek out over these drawings and the entire process for a long while, so I’ll just throw that rambling under the “Keep Reading” (there will be fic spoilers talked about there too so be warned!).

Hope you enjoy the story! And seriously, go read it!

Hello! Welcome to the ramblings!

So starting with the banner... the concept of what I wanted to do came to me pretty quickly. I thought it would be cool to have the guitar and cover it with some relevant stickers that applied to Dean and Cas. The biggest challenge on the banner was honestly the colors... there are SO MANY cool color options for guitars, but I wanted to be sure that the words, the important story information, stood out significantly. So there was a lot of color tests that my friend sort of “supervised” for me, and finally get the colors fine tuned where you still have the bold red from the KC logo, but it wasn’t the ONLY thing your eye would stay drawn to. XD

Next is the Cas in his room drawing... and boy howdy I am OBSESSED with this drawing! the DCBTV bang was a very collaborative project. There was no “rough draft” to read off of, or “rough sketches” to look at. It was just me, Whitney, and our chosen song. So we had some brainstorm sessions where we pin-pointed the concept for the fic, which would have musician!Cas/football player!Dean, with some high school angst. And of course, you can’t really have an angsty high school story without a dramatic “looking out the window like you’re in a music video”, so I sketched this out:

I shared it with Whitney, and then she added this scene into the story itself! To which then I was like, “Well heck! Now I REALLY have to draw this!” But I was already at about 50% with the other piece I had done, and so I told myself that if I had time, I could draw this up. I finished the other drawing with time to spare... and then drew up the Cas drawing over the course of 3 days. My brain wouldn’t let me rest until I had drawn it! XD (Also quick fun fact... the poster on Cas’ wall is Totoro, because I was watching that movie for the first time ever while I was coloring it, and I thought it would be a fun little easter egg for myself ^_^ ).

The 2nd drawing (well, technically 1st since I had completed that one first) may look simple... but there were things about it that was NOT so simple! XD The lighting/shading... it was certainly an adventure trying to figure out exactly how this sort of lighting would work. From the spotlights on Cas and Dean, to the lighting of the “peanut gallery” just a little behind them, and then finally the crowd. A lot of playing around with different colors and layer settings, but I found an option that I felt like worked very well! On another note of the collaboration effort for this bang, Cas’ outfit and tattoo design were inspired from reading what Whitney had added into the story. Specifically during the high school years. I read the detail about Cas’ mom making his own version of the “Black Parade” jacket and was like, “Omg that’s gotta be referenced a bit with this drawing now! It’s perfect!” And the part where Cas compares himself to a phoenix instead of Icarus? My mind was blown and I got chills so I had to make a subtle nod to that as well!

Whitney had asked about creating some chapter/section dividers to put throughout the story and I thought it was a great idea! I came up with this design for Dean when we switched to his POV and even little section breaks within the chapter:

And these were the designs I came up with for Cas’ POV switches and section breaks:

...wanna know something funny about those musical notes? Got the inspiration from this:

:3c

I signed up for this bang as sort of a last second decision and honestly I’m so glad that I did! My author was incredible, it helped push me a little more as an artist, and also I got to relive my Jr. High years a bit because this song was honestly the first Taylor Swift song I had ever heard (also a bit of High school because of the angst, but I loved it). Super thankful to have been a part of this! 

A huge huge shout out to the mods for putting it together and for creating the event! Seriously, you all did a great job and I’m so happy that this event was received so well!

If you’ve made it this far... thanks for reading! <3

[petriquors]

— written in starlight (suna x gn!reader | enemies-to-lovers)

❤ pairing !! college!suna x gn!reader

❤ trope !! enemies-to-lovers

❤ requested by !! @charlie-jay

❤ word count !! 1.2k

❤ author notes !! charlie!! thank you so much for this one; suna’s been sort of intimidating to write for so i’m thrilled to get a reason to play with him a bit. and honestly!! i’m really happy with this one (as sappy and dweeby as it is). i hc suna as an astronomy nerd who’s really good at art. this is also my favorite moodboard so far, so ❤

as you dig through your bag to find your notes on the upcoming test that you really, desperately, need to pass, you realize something that makes your heart sink:

this notebook isn’t yours.

its edges are nearly destroyed, its spine is barely hanging on, and some of the pages are bent and torn in ways that suggest its real owner has a love-hate relationship with whatever they keep inside. it also has a few ultra-nerdy stickers on it, which definitely aren’t yours.

naturally, your curiosity wins you over. flipping open the cover, you hope that this person has the notes you need and you can cram off of them before returning it after the test tomorrow.

from the front cover to where the writing stops about two-thirds of the way in, the notebook is full of moody art and angsty poetry, not notes on brain chemistry. brow furrowed, you stop to read a recent entry, powerless to curb your morbid interest in whatever this mysterious person has going on in their head.

planets and stars locked in a dance

tied together, but fated to be apart

because when they collide

they will both, always, die.

but people want what hurts them

and all i want is for you to pull me in.

before you stop yourself, your pen is already moving across the page to add, off to the side, away from the words encircling a sketch of a person’s back set against a black-and-white planet.

sorry i grabbed your notebook by mistake! i hope you find a way to tell your star how you feel.

you know you left the notebook at the front of the room during the exam. you placed it there, walked back to your desk, and dutifully took your midterm.

but, since the thing currently sits on top of your bag, and you didn’t notice someone put it there, you shamefully realize that you aren’t as stealthy or as attentive as you thought.

“embarrassing,” you mumble, grabbing the notebook with the intention of putting it back up front – maybe someone thought you put it there by mistake and was returning it.

then, you notice the sticky note waving at you from the top of a middle page; that wasn’t there this morning.

what do you think of this? is all the note says, but underneath is a short verse written on top of a quick, shaded sketch of a night sky.

if we are all made from the same thing as stars

then yours was the brightest,

and it became even brighter

when it turned into you.

even you blush at that despite knowing that it isn’t for you. biting back your smile, you grab your pen to respond:

this is lovely. i hope they know how lucky they are when they read it.

and, excited for your pen-pal, you leave the notebook where you hope it’ll be found.

you decide to come to class extra early to see if you could, as covertly as possible, figure out whose notebook you’ve been writing in, deeply invested in this person’s confession to the one they like.

and then suna rintaro, the guy who sits behind you and never says anything unless it’s admonishing your “stupid questions” or the fact that you “try too hard” is the second person to show up for class. you internally sigh; having him there means he might see you meet the notebook’s owner, which would definitely result in teasing for you. when he lays his hand on the notebook as if he’s about to take it, your body reacts before your brain, and you’re at the front of the room, fury and fear in your eyes.

“why are you taking that notebook?” you accuse, hands already flailing to swipe it from him.

his nose wrinkles into a disgusting grimace as he holds it behind his back, stepping away from you. “why would you care?”

you suck in a breath. if you were just a little faster, just a little taller, you might actually be able to pry it out of his hands and high-tail it out of the room before he knows what happened.

no, you rationalize, no one could do that.

but, you also know that you can’t just tell him that you’ve been exchanging romantic advice with some stranger in your class. the absolute last thing you want to give him is another reason to bully you after half of a semester of enduring his snide comments behind you.

“well?”

“because it’s not yours!”

“that so?” with an ice-cold stare, he raises a petulant eyebrow at you before flipping the notebook open – something that makes your heart jump into your throat – and grabbing a pen to write.

people want what hurts them

and all i want is for you to pull me in.

your heart crashes to the pit of your stomach when you see that the handwriting is identical. all you manage to do is stare, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, while suna rintaro brushes past you, his notebook under his arm and your fantasy destroyed.

you can’t bring yourself to watch as he leaves. he’s the one who ruined the one thing that you looked forward to every day, so you hate him even more than you did when all he was to you was a jerk in your psychology class.

but now, he’s a jerk in your psychology class who stole your joy, crushed your dreams, and writes really nice poetry.

you can’t decide if you hate him or yourself more.

the sense of dread when you walk into class the next morning and find the notebook with a new sticky note in front of your seat is palpable. you consider throwing it away, or even throwing it at him, but, when you don’t see him in the room, you decide to humor yourself if only for the sake of the last shred of romanticism whispering in your heart.

your breath catches when you open the notebook. thick, black lines glide over the page, each stroke curling into the next until a visage that makes your face heat up forms right before your eyes.

it’s the sketch of a person in front of a planet, but, this time, the focus is on their side profile instead of their back, and the obvious hits you. the sketch is of you from the angle where rintaro sits behind you in class, and the faint glow surrounding you illuminates the planet, now colored in with bright blues and purples.

your light colors my sky

if the few times we met didn’t hurt so much

or if a collision didn’t scare you

“maybe you wouldn’t be pushed away,” a quiet voice finishes as you read, dumbfounded. rintaro towers over you, looking away with red ears and nervous eyes. you didn’t notice him come in.

he clears his throat and starts to take the notebook back, mumbling something like an apology, but your grab his wrist to stop him.

“maybe,” you say, surprising yourself while the ice-cold wave of realized feelings washes over you, “stars are just alone so long, that they don’t know what to do when a planet shows up.”

eyes flicking up and down between his wrist and your face, rintaro’s lips form a thin line, and you think it’s over – because planets and stars rarely, if ever, meet. but then, he twists his hand to curl his fingers around yours, and you think that, maybe, it’s only just beginning.

[thebloggerbloggerfun]

@jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time @katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

LINK

Thanks for letting me write this, guys!!

AO3  (2.1k)

The thing about Heaven was that it was whatever you wanted it to be, and most of its residents wanted it to be familiar.

Technically, Dean didn’t need to fill his car up on gas anymore, but there was still a gas station just down the street from where his new home was placed. He didn’t need to sleep, but he still had a large king-sized bed he made sure to make use of at least once a day. He didn’t need to eat, but there was a thriving supermarket that catered to whatever he was feeling like eating and always boasted the freshest ingredients for when he wanted to get a little fancy with his cooking.

Like today, for example.

Bobby had said he doubted Dean could make a proper souffle, so obviously Dean had to make the old man eat his words - and a souffle.

Dean stared at all of the different options of eggs, trying to decide if “free-range” vs. “organic” actually meant anything in Heaven, or if it was just meant to give him some sort of familiarity.

He grabbed the “free-range” option and moved on to the dairy.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye in the meat section across the way, and the way his heart stopped in his chest when he turned to look would have killed him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was Cas.

Cas, who Dean had spent every day thinking about since he’d left. Cas, who Dean had been trying to find ever since Bobby told him he was still around. Cas, who Dean still had unfinished business with.

He’d spend hours in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room and rehearsing just what he’d say when he saw him again, but in those scenarios Cas had shown up on his doorstep or in the passenger seat of his car where they could have a moment to just be .

He’d never been buying hamburger meat.

Dean rushed forward, cart forgotten, and skidded to a halt in front of Cas, just as he looked up in surprise.

“I love you -” Dean said in a rush, heart pounding, head reeling, “Of course I love you. You’re - fuck - you’re everything I could ever want and I’m - I’m so damn sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t have me, too.”

Cas blinked at him, and it was in that moment Dean realized something was wrong.

His expression, his hair, the way he moved, the way he was dressed - all of it was wrong.

None of it was Cas, he’d just been too overwhelmed to see it.

“Oh, uh... hey Dean,” Not-Cas said, and finished putting his selected meat in his basket, “I didn’t didn’t know that you died. Um, if you’re looking for Castiel -“

Dean turned and ran out of the store.

*

What were the fucking chances that in all of Heaven, he and Cas’s old vessel were neighbors?

Dean gunned the gas pedal on his car as he drove endlessly, trying to walk himself through what exactly had happened the day before.

Jimmy Novak was here.

Jimmy Novak who - last Dean checked - hated him.

Dean had just spewed his feelings all over him without even thinking about the possibility that he wasn’t Cas. He’d been wearing a sweater vest for crying out loud - but he was willing to forgive himself for that one because he didn’t really know how Cas would dress if he had the choice.

His hopes had soared so high when he’d seen the familiar figure, only to be dashed the moment Jimmy had opened his mouth. They sounded absolutely nothing alike - and Dean yearned for the deep gravel of Castiel’s greeting.

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Where was Cas?

Didn’t he know that there was nothing keeping them apart now?

In what could only be an act of fate smiling down on him, Dean zoomed around a corner near the Heavenly library, and instantly had to stomp on the brakes of the Impala as a trenchcoat-clad figure stepped into the previously empty crosswalk.

Old habits die hard - Dean was still going to brake for Heavenly pedestrians, especially ones that looked like Cas.

Cas turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Dean shoved the driver’s side door open in a panic. The trench coat was unmistakable this time.

“Cas! Cas - don’t go okay? I gotta -“

Cas shook his head sharply and let out a breath.

“No - Jesus Christ - it’s still me, you idiot.”

Dean gaped at him as his brain tried to catch up with the conflicting bits of information it was processing.

“...what?” He heard himself saying.

Had he just wanted it to be Cas so bad that he’d ignored all the signs?

Jimmy gestured at himself like it was enough of an explanation.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“But - but you’re wearing his trenchcoat! ” Dean said, waved at it like maybe Jimmy hadn’t realized he was walking around as the mockery of the angel who’d once shared a living space with him.

Jimmy placed an affronted hand on his own chest.

“It was my trenchcoat!”

Frustration boiled inside of him and Dean quickly slid back into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He sped off, once again running from what could have been.

*

Dean was sulking under a pile of blankets in his bed when there was a knock at his door.

He ignored it.

After a few moments of silence, the knocking came again, louder and more insistent this time.

Grumbling to himself, Dean threw the blankets off and trudged down the stairs, flinging open the door with a scowl.

A person with nearly combed hair was standing on the doorstep holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and had a sticker on his shirt that said, ‘Hello, my name is Jimmy’.

“Very funny.” Dean said flatly.

“It’s not funny. It’s just in case you try to kiss me or something.” Jimmy held up the six-pack expectantly. “Can I come in?”

Dean didn’t appreciate the ribbing, but he didn’t mind the beer.

And after accosting him twice he might as well let the guy do what he wanted.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean grumbled and left the door open as he walked back inside and flopped onto his couch. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me?”

Jimmy hummed as he set the beer down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Dean.

“I don’t not hate you.” He said with a shrug. “But last time we talked you were trying to convince me to chain myself to a comet again and I can’t say I appreciated it.”

Dean grunted in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been in heaven for a while now. It’s nice here. I take a yoga class with my wife.” Jimmy smiled at him. “I think I’m in a much better mental space now to consider liking you, especially if we’re going to be neighbors.”

Dean winced.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like Jimmy, it was just… that was Cas’s face. It wasn’t , but it was. Was he really going to have to be constantly taunted with it?

“Look man - I’m sorry about - you know. That.” Dean waved a hand in the air generally. “But you don’t have to do all this. I’ll stop harassing you.”

“That would be nice,” Jimmy said, opening one of the cans and taking a swig, “So, considering the things you’ve said to me, I take it he finally told you he loved you?”

Dean paused, still raw every time he thought about it.

“You knew?”

Jimmy smirked.

“That angel’s love for you permeated both of our beings so potently I’m amazed I don’t love you.” Jimmy said, like it was the kind of fact you could drop casually. “Though even I will admit, as a happily married heterosexual man, that having a man as handsome as you proclaim your love to me in the middle of a grocery store was very exciting.”

Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Jimmy said, “That first one was pretty good. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

“He’s never gonna hear it.” Dean muttered.

“Sure he will. You’ve already practiced it twice.”

“I can’t find him!” Dean said, and looked back up, “He’s here somewhere, and I can’t find him. It’s killing me.”

Jimmy held out a beer can.

“Good thing you’re already dead.”

Begrudgingly, Dean accepted the beer and opened it.

“I just. . . I just wanna see him again.” Dean took a long drink. “I want to talk to him. Tell him everything. Share everything. If he wants that.”

Dean let out a long breath, expecting Jimmy to interject with a quip.

He looked over at him when nothing happened, and Jimmy was smiling at him in a way that Dean could only describe as ‘fond’.

“What?” Dean said, indignantly.

“Nothing.” Jimmy said innocently. “You’re just not what I expected.”

Dean looked away.

“Anyway, you asked why I’m here,” Jimmy took another drink, “I’ve seen Castiel.”

“What?” Dean jumped to his feet, beer can dropped to the floor and forgotten about. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I’m an enigma,” Jimmy shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the plush chair, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know as someone who has literally been in Castiel’s head - I'm pretty sure I know the reason he’s not showing himself to you.”

“Well, fucking spill.”

Jimmy paused.

“Why do you love him?”

Of all the things Dean had been expecting Jimmy to say - this wasn’t it.

Dean sat back down.

“Why?” He asked, a little breathless. “Why does it matter?”

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I guess -” Dean said, trying to unspool his emotions from the knot they’d made in his heart, “He’s - he’s Cas. He cares . . . so much about everyone and - and he’s selfless and kind and he fucking saved me in more ways than just one. He’s always been there for me and Sam and he’s just… he’s just. He’s just good . I’ll never deserve him, but I want to try.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“He pulls me away from the edge, man. I just love him.”

Jimmy nodded once, set down his beer can, and in a bizarre turn of events, began yelling at Dean’s ceiling.

“Did you hear that, Castiel? Not one goddamn thing about how you look! Nothing about me or my vessel!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded.

“Wh-”

“He doesn’t care what you look like! Can you please just come talk to him so I can stop playing marriage counselor for you two?”

Care how he - what?  

What was happening?

Before Dean could fully compile all of the new information, there was a hesitant knock at the front door.

Dean whipped his head towards Jimmy, who was smiling in satisfaction.

Nearly tripping over himself, Dean rushed to the door faster than he’d rushed towards anything in his life, and swung it open.

In front of him was the wavelength of celestial intent that Dean had always known existed inside of the vessel of Jimmy Novak - the glint of angelic creation he’d caught glimpses of in the glow of his eyes and in his healing touch. The being was massive and stretched high into the sky with what was (maybe three? four??) pairs of wings scraping the clouds even further above everything. He was flaming rings and rotating divine faces that Dean could barely comprehend - he was raw power and all-knowing eyes.

On the front of his form was a sticker that read, ‘Hello, my name is Castiel’.  

“. . . Hello Dean.” The voice rumbled through the air like thunder.

“Cas?” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I - yes. I’m sorry. I lost my vessel to the Empty - this was the only way -”

“I love you, too.”

The rotating faces on the form towering above him froze in place.

“I do! I love you, Cas. Okay? You didn’t let me say it back before - and if I’ve ever made you feel like I couldn’t love you back, I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve better.”

“. . . you love me?”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at the disbelief he could hear in Cas’s voice.

“ Even as this?”

“You’ve always been this.” Dean swallowed. “I fell in love with the angel, not the vessel.”

“Dean. . .”

Dean smiled up at him in understanding.

“Just a shame that we’ll have to get a bigger house.”

“Oh I can -”

And as Dean looked on, Castiel began to shrink. The form didn’t change - he was still as striking as he’d been the first time with his wings and halos and faces still firmly in place - but he was now maybe one foot taller than Dean instead of one hundred.

“- make myself more manageable.”

Dean grinned and took a step forward, giddy and thrilled that this was finally, actually happening

He reached up, resting a hand on one of the divine faces.

“Bite-sized.” He murmured fondly.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the moment from somewhere behind them.

“Just so you two know - I. Am. Moving!”

[lesbiansupernatural]

the creation of Destiel

aka Cas saving Dean from hell

I have been working on creating abit of a new artstyle, one that doesn't take as long, so that I can create pieces like this without having to spend three months creating them. Hope you like it!

I had to use photoshop for the coloring and shading on this, cause due to the size of the canvas procreate wouldn't let me create enough layers, however, I have not really ever used photoshop for drawing before (apart from a small introduction at school) so I really had to figure a lot of stuff out for this to work.

Anyways, a version of this design is up for sale as a sticker on my redbubble!

[red-weiland]

Stone Temple Pilots — The SIN Magazine Interview

Stone Temple Pilots live at SOMA, 1992

The comparisons are inevitable. With only a casual listen, they might even be justified, but it's hard to give The Stone Temple Pilots simply a cursory listen.

No gloss, no glitz, just honest music that matters. The band is not from Seattle. They are from the Southland,{ie. Los Angeles and San Diego}. Their debut album "Core" on Atlantic has attitude and aggression. SIN Magazine had the opportunity to chat with lead singer Scott Wieland and drummer Eric Kreiz on the corner of Market Street and Union Street in downtown San Diego after their soundcheck at Soma.

SIN: What is a Stone Temple Pilot?

SCOTT: We had to change our name from Mighty Joe Young which was our previous name. I'm happy now because we were getting associated with that horrible band Ugly Kid Joe. If course we did not appreciate the mix-up. We were thinking of names and had different names for different days.

One day I got the image of the STP oil-treatment logo in my head, right next to your picture of KISS on the wall, you would have a big ole STP sticker, hanging up there or on your skateboard. I was thinking that was such a cool thing. [talked to Dean {guitarist and roommate} about it, he also thought that it was cool and asked what could we call it?

Figuring that we couldn't completely go by STP because we might get sued. It seemed like every time we came up with a name we were getting threatened by a lawsuit or something. Dean said 'how about Stereo Temple Pirates?' I said year, that's kind of cool, but Pirates [I got horrible visions of this horrible looking Glam rock band]! After thinking, we came up with Stone Temple Pilots, which really doesn't mean anything.

SIN: So how did the band come together?

SCOTT: Robert (STP's bassist) and I met in Long Beach, CA at a Black Flag show at Fenders Ballroom. We ended up taking over this girl's apartment who we were both seeing (which we kind of found out about when we first met at the Black Flag show). This girl had warrants; so she had to split and go back to Texas to avoid getting arrested. She got these eviction notices and the apartment was rent-free for three months, so we took over the place. Anyway, we started writing some songs in his home studio.

ERIC: Is that where you guys wrote that song "Dr. Lymph Nodes?"

SCOTT: Uh-huh, we used to write crazy little commercials, sick and twisted jingles. We ended up deciding that it would be cool to put something together because we were from different musical backgrounds. We were in the Long Beach area at this time and hadn't really gotten to the stage of putting ads in the papers because there are a lot of morons who answer your ads in the paper.

We were kind of hoping to see some people play and we ended up seeing Eric (drummer) play with this band who were jamming informally at the time. He really played loud over the rest of the band. He stuck out and we talked to him after the show and decided to jam together.

Since we were staying at this apartment that wasn't under our name, we would go there and play live. We didn't have to worry about being evicted because it wasn't our place anyway.

SIN: Did it cause any bad vibes between you and Robert because you were dating the same girl?

SCOTT: No, no, it wasn't a serious girlfriend thing. We were just "seeing," if you will, the same girl.

SIN: So how long did it take to get Atlantic to notice you and sign the band?

SCOTT: We were playing around for two years when we got signed. The way we got noticed was when we were playing a gig at an underground club in L.A. called The Club With No Name. Don Muller at Triad saw us play there and dug the show and called up his old college school chum Tom Carolan in A&R at Atlantic. Tom called our manager up, got our tape, dug it and they wanted to sign us. We were really wary of signing with Atlantic or any major label because we were thinking of putting out our own record or going with one of the Indies that were looking at us.

When Atlantic came to us, it was kind of a surprise. Danny Goldberg had been managing underground bands like Beastie Boys and Nirvana as well as others. Around the same time they wanted to sign us, he was coming on to head up the West Coast Division at Atlantic and that was the major attraction for us because we knew there was someone there who was into changing the way things were happening and he would understand things. Besides that the people who work at labels now are changing that "old school" train of thought. There are a lot of people losing positions and new people are coming in. The people who are working for them now are people who have grown up in the whole College Radio explosion during the '80s and were weened on better music.

Also, the industry is learning that they can't force-feed the kids of today. The kids today are buying records that they feel are some sort of mirror of what they feel today. It is not the greatest time in American history to be a young person looking at the future. You can't even fuck anymore without worrying about it. That's pretty bad. I think music that's coming out now is a lot more honest and has more integrity than the stuff in the past.

Before getting signed, we started to play shows mainly in San Diego because we choose not to really tackle the whole L.A. thing since most of the bands there aren't into it for the sake of creating art. They are into it for the sake of getting a record deal. It's a lot of posing and posturing phony "I'm a rock star!" watch me strut down Melrose with my whole schict. We really didn't feel like a part of that. We did not feel that is what we are about, so we came down to San Diego and Dean (guitarist) ended up moving here once we got him out of New Jersey. He got to be friends with some of the local bands here, like Honey Glaze and Burning Hands. The whole vibe here was different. It was much more communal like you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Everyone helps each other carry equipment at gigs.

ERIC: The crowd was more receptive.

SCOTT: The people here are more into going to and seeing shows and taking it for what it is instead of trying to look cool. You don't see as many arms crossed at shows down here. Besides that, the bands down here write for the sake of expression and do what they want to do because there is no huge stinking monster industry here influencing them not to be themselves. We thought that this was a better area for us to concentrate on. We still played the L.A. shows every once in a while.

SIN: What is the "hottest" and most happening style in L.A. now?

SCOTT: Actually there's not much that's hot in L.A. now. There are a couple of bands that are cool like Tool and Rage Against the Machine, but there's not really a lot of great bands that have come out in a long time.

SIN: Do you feel that the label set up any obstacles to your creativity? Did the band have to make any sacrifices in order to please people?

SCOTT: There was only one conflict that we can tiny. It turned out not to be that big of a headache. There was a discrepancy on what would be the first single. There was some talk of the record company wanting one of the songs and we were really firm on "Sex Type Thing" as the first single. We ended up getting what we wanted and everyone at the label ended up being happy about it. The song is doing well now, so I guess we're all right.

SIN: Speaking of that song, what's the message behind it?

SCOTT: "Sex Type Thing" was written in second-person narrative. 'The character it's about has the mindset of the typical American male's sexual outlook towards women and their sexual rights over women's bodies to the point of, "you shouldn't have worn that dress, therefore I have the right to take what I want". It's a good song.

SIN: Do you consider yourself a Rock band, Heavy metal band or a Post Punk band?

SCOTT: I Think a category is really ridiculous. It seems that categories are set up by the Industry to tell kids what they should buy and how they should think of something. Our music is heavy, but in the same respect, it's not always guitars cranked up on "11". Sometimes there and are heavy in an emotional sense. Heavy doesn't necessarily mean loud guitars heavy aggression like Black Flag. Heavy can be John Coletrain which is emotionally intense. Our music as far as where it sits crosses over fairly well. Radio stations that play what people call Heavy Metal to radio stations that play what people call Alternative, or Underground or any different flavors of different things.

SIN: I hate to do this, but I was reading a review of your band in the Trade Publications and I noticed that they immediately grouped you with the bands that are coming out of Seattle. How does that affect your band's identity?

SCOTT: I really don't feel that it affects us. I feel more sorry for the bands that are coming out of Seattle because it actually affects their identity more than a band that is not from Seattle. I wouldn't like to be from Seattle and have everybody say "oh, this is just the Seattle sound.". It doesn't give Mudhoney, Nirvana, or Tad, or any of those bands that singular of identity. It kind of lumps them all into one big thing, I don't think that is the case at all.

Pearl Jam doesn't sound like Mudhoney who doesn't sound like Alice in Chains who doesn't sound like Tad or Nirvana. None of those bands sound alike to me. I think there is good music coming out of there because it's a town that has a good vibe to it, Until recently it has been rather unscathed by the music industry whore.

There was a chance for people there who grew up together as kids listening to the same kind of music that everyone in our generation listened to. For one thing, there are going to be certain influences, but you've got these people being able to write songs playing in bands together with all of each other's friends and so they got to start writing some really cool stuff without thinking "if we write this, we're never going to get noticed by Hollywood". It was written for different reasons.

There is good stuff coming out of there, but I don't think there is any certain Seattle sound. Electric guitars have been around since Muddy Waters. There have been people playing through distorted amps before The Rolling Stones. You've got great heavy bands that are on the "Alternative/Metal" thing all over the country. In New York, you've got Helmet and White Zombie. Hollywood has a band that kicks ass L7.

There are bands all over the place that are - good heavy honest open and completely free to express themselves in their own artistic way. That is what we are about. We are not about any geographic/demographic new vacation spot on the map of the United States.

SIN: Where do you see that "Heavy/Alternative" music scene going?

SCOTT: I don't know, someone asked me this before. Music that came out with in the last few years, is some of the first music in a long time that will be considered classic ten years from now. Actual music that will have a timeless quality to it. It's amazing that it's able to come out on major labels and get the exposure that it's getting. It makes it possible to take your girlfriend out to Sizzler for the All-You-Can-Eat Shrimp buffet once in a while!

[stillwinchester]

Destiel AU - toddler!jack, mechanic!dean

“Good morning, sir!”

Dean looked up from his newspaper straight at the kid with a teddy bear. He had no idea where it came from. He was just sipping his coffee and reading the news, when some stranger toddler appeared on the seat in front of him.

“Umm, mornin'?” he greeted him, still confused.

“I have a birthday today,” said kid and grinned. Dean looked around, but nobody seemed to bother with his situation.

“Congratulations, but you shouldn't be alone here. Where's your mom?”

“In Heaven. She's watching over me, like an angel,” kid explained, and after that kicked him accidentally under the table. Dean dusted his knee off.

“And what about your dad?”

“There!” he pointed to the counter, where was standing a dark hair man in the trench coat. “He's buying birthday's milkshakes. Strawberry!”

“Yeah?” Dean relaxed a little bit, good that kid wasn't alone here. “And how old are you?”

“Four! It's more than three,” he said cheerfully. “Look, I have The Marvelous Marvin. He can talk!”

Kid showed him a teddy bear and pressed his belly. A plushie toy said: 'Hello!', his father turned around immediately and came quickly to Dean's table. He picked the kid up and spoke to him:

“Jack, I told you, don't harass people.” And then to Dean: “My apologies.”

“Nothing happened... He's a great kiddo.”

The man tried to smile, but he was too much embarrassed, so it lookes more like a grimace. Jack, on the other hand, seemed not to care about anything, playing with his teddy bear.

Dean pulled something out from his pocket and asked: “Hey, Jack, do you like stickers?”

“Yeah!”

“So, I have something for you. Happy birthday, buddy!”

It was a commercial sticker with a big text "Singer Auto Repair Shop", but there was also a picture of Chevy Impala which was what Jack noticed first.

“A car!” exclaimed Jack, putting a sticker on his teddy bear at once.

“Jack, what do you say?” reminded him his father.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You're welcome!”

The man put Jack on the seat at the next table and went back to Dean.

“I'm sorry once again, he's a little too much excited,” he excused for his son.

“Sure, nothing happened.” Dean shrugged. “I'm Dean, by the way.”

“Castiel.” They shook their hands, and Dean smiled at him.

“It's nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Cas smiled back. “I'm not gonna take more of your time. Have a nice day.”

Cas sat across of his son. The waitress had brought their milkshakes already. The kid started drinking, but a few seconds later he was talking again.

“Dad, can I try yours?”

Dean heared a chuckle, he looked at Cas and caught how he was rolling his eyes.

“They're the same, Jack.”

“Please... I have a birthday,” begged the kid with a sweet voice.

“All right.” Cas gasped, but changed their milkshakes.

“Yours is better,” admitted Jack, and Cas laughed once again.

Dean finished his coffee and walked away a few minutes later, one more time looking at them. The family picture, a lovely and cute view...

*

Cas knew shit about cars, but he was certainly sure his truck shouldn't make so weird noises.

“Crap,” he murmured. Did he say it loud? Crap! He turned to the back seats where Jack was sitting in the child chair. “You didn't hear anything, Jack.”

“That's not true! You said: crap!” said excited Jack. “Crap, crap! Crap, crap!”

Great! Now his kid expanded his vocabulary.

“I think grocery needs to wait. Somebody needs to check our car.”

“Maybe Marvin? He's a mechanic. He has a badge.” Jack pointed at the sticker on his teddy bear.

“Oh, honeybee, I think we need the other specialist, but thank Marvin for his service.”

Cas pulled out the phone to find some Auto Repair Shop on the internet when he realized that actually Marvin could help. He gave a quick look at the sticker and read an address.

*

“I have no idea how to fix a car. Sometimes I even forget to refuel it,” explained Cas to the old man with a baseball cap. He had found out earlier it’s Bobby Singer, owner of this Auto Shop. For a moment, he felt disappointment because deeply in his heart he had hoped he was going to see Dean from the milk bar again.

“I’ll call my best mechanic. We can handle it,” Bobby assured him, and after that he turned around and yelled: “Dean, we have a client, can you come here?”

Dean got out from under one of the cars. He was wearing work clothes, and his face was dirty from grease, but Cas recognized him at once. Jack, who was standing next to him, was too busy with his teddy bear to notice him.

“Oh, Cas. Hi,” said Dean, frowning with confusion. Probably he didn’t expect to see him again.

“Hello, Dean.”

“And how are you, Jack?” he asked a toddler.

“Good! Marvin took us here!”

“Yeah, so let’s see what’s wrong with a car.”

Dean opened the hood and checked the car. It didn’t take him a lot of time before he found cause of trouble.

“It's the engine...” explained Dean.

“Crap!” said Jack, and Dean looked at him surprised.

“Whoa, isn't it a big word for so little guy?”

“I'm big now! And dad taught me that!”

Cas’ cheeks turned red at once, and he mumbled: “No, I... I didn't.”

“You did, daddy. Don't you remember? Truck was broken.”

Dean chuckled, but he was not going to torture him any longer.

“Okay, I need at least half an hour. You can wait there if you want.” He pointed to a bench near a big tree.

“All right, thank you.”

Dean started working, but his eyes were heading to Cas and Jack all the time. He saw how they were talking and playing with a teddy bear, laughing all the time. They looked so happy, and Dean found himself jealous of what they had.

When he finished, he called them and Bobby. Cas paid for the repair and thanked him for help. They didn't go at once, so Dean used an opportunity to talk with him a little longer.

“He's similar to you, like Mini-Cas,” said Dean, and Cas smiled with proud.

“Actually, he's not my biological son... His mother was my very good friend, but she died in childbirth, so I took care of him,” he explained.

“What about his biological father?”

“It's my brother, but I don't know where he is. He ran away when he found out Kelly was pregnant.”

“This one,” started Bobby and patted Dean on the arm. “I kinda adopted him and his brother. And they're good men. I think I did no bad job raising them.”

“Yeah, you were always a better father to me than John.”

Bobby squeezed Dean’s shoulder, and walked away to talk with Jack. Cas looked at his son with love in his eyes.

“It must be hard, huh? Be a lonely father with a toddler?”

“Sometimes. But I've never regretted this. He's my whole life.”

After a long minute of silence, Dean decided to go one step further. He scratched a back of his neck and cleared the throat.

“Listen, Cas, I'll give you my private number...” he started, but then added quickly: “You know if something would be wrong with a car, just call me.”

Shit! It wasn't supposed to look like this... He chickened out.

“Umm, thank you,” said Cas, putting the card with his number in his coat's pocket. “Dean, one more.”

“Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if I call you on another matter?”

“Which means?”

“If I want to, for example, invite you for a milkshake?”

Dean's face brightened with a smile. So, it wasn't like he was the only one who was interested.

“Yeah... it would be okay, Cas.”

“So, I think I'll call you.”

“I will be waiting.”

Cas gave him a huge smile one more time before he went to Jack.

“Jack, we need to come home. Let's go!” He took him on his arms.

“Okay, daddy!” Jack raised his hand and waved with it. “Bye, bye, Dean!”

“See you later, buddy! Oh, and I have another sticker for you,” said Dean.

“It's like a doctor, but without needles.”

“Yeah, I'm a car doctor.”

“Cool!”

They drove away, this time without a noisy engine, and Cas thought it's a very good day.

*

Cas put Jack to bed, read him the bedtime stories and kissed his forehead. He turned the light off, but stayed there a few minutes more, just to look at his sleeping kid.

Yes, like he said before, being a single father wasn't always easy, but he would never change his life. At least not in this area. Because, of course, he would like to find somebody who could love Jack like their own son, and somebody who could love him...

Sometimes, especially in the nights like this, he felt lonely, it wasn't like he has a lot of time to meet new people, not to mention dates. That's why he went to the kitchen to make a call.

“Yeah?” asked Dean, and Cas couldn't help smile, hearing his voice.

“Hello, Dean. It's Cas. I hope I don't call too late.”

Answer came almost immediately.

“No. It's never too late.”

Part 2