OK IM REALLY SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN ON BC I THOUGHT I’D HAVE WIFI ON HOLIDAY SO I DIDN’T BOTHER TELLING YOU GUYS BUUUUT THE WIFI HAS ONLY JUST STARTED WORKING AND IT’S A LIMITED AMOUNT AND TUMBLR IS A DATA-GUZZLER SO I GUESS I WON’T BE ON HERE MUCH?? IF AT ALL?? UNTIL THURSDAY??
i’ve just gotten this sudden rush of awesomeness like. the realisation that my life is great. i’m in a great relationship and i have some great friends and i’m leaving school and in 2 weeks’ time i’ll never have to talk to classmates that gave me hell, ever again, and my gcses didn’t go awfully and i’m actually quite pretty when i try to be and i have my church and my ballet and two months of freedom stretching ahead of me after tuesday and just.
sometimes it’s hard to remember but life is good and i’m happy and i know there are always gonna be problems but right here, right now, i feel like whatever the problems are, i’ll be able to get through it
I did this before, but it’s been some time, and I met so many awesome people by now that I need to re-post. All of you are extremely awesome and I’m super thankful for all of you. Please note that I won’t include multiple blogs, but only one blog/person. The shoutout counts for all blogs, of course.
Ocean
These are the people Noah is most attached to. Touch them and Noah might bite.
mccallofthewild . elenaishuman . littleredcassandra . notamailman . laxchra . pridefulmorningstar . heaviestwings . vulpestiles . corpusxdelicti . forttittude . triplicispiralem . fxckingprincxss . rapture-at-night . alwaysdamned . screamoftime
Waves
These muses left marks in Noah’s life and are generally incredibly important to me.
stillcas . hiscloak . gentlx . blindhim . dereksinferno . fuckboytobeblamed . rebelliions . angelusxsecretorum . hisyoda . carolinedearest . inkedmap
Beach
We don’t interact (yet), or have just started writing recently, and I generally admire you a lot.
techncmancer . illusiionisms . ayrendium . adoriia . cuenmari . hunkelstan . nah-en-tah . ofaphelion . caelummortem . hookedpirate . edhelhernil . mariacrossx . lixnheart . semperobliti . eidetxcmemory . humaniiism . ididthereading . bloodyhcll . praefortiis . inpriimus . bravebury . allthesin (I adore you, we need to do stuff here!!) . covxtism . sleepindarkness . wearsherheartonleather . gavemytrust sarcasmandbatsaremyonlydefense . thegoldengirlsavior . danceswithjerks . iremembertwistingit . jarofmuses . perditioner . lupinisms . scldiier . notwrath
I HAVE TWO LAPTOPS AND THEY HAVE BOTH DECIDED TO BREAK TONIGHT.
so, this is goodnight. i’ll deal with them both in the morning.
Open
“What’s your name, kid?”
“San- Samanr- Sa-man-dri-el,” he said eventually, looking very proud when he managed to get the full name out.
Holy crap. Dean swallowed, nodding, and bent down to become level with Samandriel. Kid Samandriel. Small…. Samandriel. “S'kinda a mouthful, isn’t it?” he asked, smiling (albeit forcedly) to the kid.
Open
“You’re gonna hafta be more specific.”
“Um…Luc’fer’s real serious but smiles a lot and Gabby laughs a lot and plays tricks on people a-and they might have Cassie with ‘em but he’s only little like me an’ has black hair.”
“Angels… right?”
Dean recoiled ever so slightly, eyes flicking to his brother who was clearly trying to hold back a laugh. He aimed a pointed glare at Sam. “Yeah,” he muttered, the blush creeping up his skin. “A shame.”
Misha raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “You guys want a drink or something?”
“That would be awesome.” Need a drink right now. Dean’s eyes still traveled around, taking in the home and trying to avoid looking at his – at fake-his husband.
❦ Love me like I love you ((I'm sorry I saw that and then Cas kinda..))
Send me a ❦ and my muse will do anything yours wants
It’s a joke, it has to be a joke. Cas can’t pull something like that on him. Not when it’s an order, too.
Nope, he can, and he has no clue how but whatever happens is happening now. It’s an order — he had no clue its instructions are physically forced upon him if he can’t —
Dean glances up at Castiel, eyes squeezing shut shortly after as everything hits him at once.
It shortly becomes clear.
Dean’s not being forced to love Castiel, no — Cas loves me? — he’s being shown just what that means. What love there is that Dean must meet. His instructions are to love Cas like Cas loves him but the hunter has no breath to even protest it before he’s transforming, mirroring Cas’s so-called love for him.
Carefully, he reopens his eyes. Dean’s not sure what he’s expecting — maybe an out-of-body experience, maybe a change in the air — but nothing. His gaze, always tilted slightly downwards when directed to the angel, flickers round the room and rests back on the icy blue eyes staring straight back at him.
“Son of a bitch.”
No, it can’t be — it’s the cheesiest thing he’s ever seen. The sappiest thing he’s ever said. But it’s true, and Cas is the only one to hear it.
Quietly, the words form on his lips, because lying is no longer and option. “I already do.”
❦ kiss me in the ocean
Send me a ❦ and my muse will do anything yours wants
That’s a request that firstly, he’d fulfill at any given time, and secondly, he’s wanted for so long. A kiss, a proper kiss, not fueled by angst or grief or comfort. Just a kiss.
Dean’s kissed many girls: blondes, brunettes, redheads. Some were tall and some were short. Sometimes he was in a two-year relationship with them, and other times he never saw them again. Some were simple pretty girls from around the country and others were the strong, muscular trainees from District Two.
But from everyone that Dean’s kissed, none of them bore the strange, unique qualities that he admires in Annie Cresta. She’s beautiful, granted; a lot of the others were, too. Her pale hand slots neatly into his and her tiny feet splash in the surf. She giggles when he trips over, having been walking backwards and not seeing the rock in his way. Her sea-green eyes hold a dreamy gaze in them, a wonder that he can’t even begin to explain. He doesn’t know what she’ll say next, or what she’ll do next. And deep down inside of him, he thinks that she does, truly, need him. It’s always that pull, that Can I live without you? question that floats through his head as he watches her scoop up sand with shells and pour them onto his knees.
Yes, there’s something different about Annie Cresta, and perhaps the best part is that he can’t quite put his finger on what it is. But he leads her out to deeper waters — calves, thighs, hips, waists, all becoming submerged until the water’s too deep to see their feet and they have goosebumps on their shoulders.
A nervous tremble runs through Dean, but he’d easily put it down to the cold breeze if questioned later. Either way, he pulls the girl’s fragile frame towards his own warm body, arms wrapping around the tiny waist before he dips down and presses their lips together.
She molds herself easily under his hands, as they skim down her sides and brushing over the curve of her ass for the pure notion of picking her up to wrap her legs round his underwater waist. As she complies, he smiles against her mouth. The lingering taste on Annie’s lips is clearly a salty one; he doesn’t mind, though. It just reminds him of the ocean that they first met in front of, and the memories they’ve created there since.