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I liked it after reading a couple sentences because - well - it’s perfect. And then I read a couple more sentences and found Dean ONCE AGAIN so damn relatable that I like it again and then this super cute end happened and I liked it again. Why do I keep forgetting I liked something already? But also I love this and I relate so hard it’s not even funny but this melts my heart.

mug in my hands, your lips on my lips

word count: 900

the rest is under the cut with the tag list, or on ao3 :)

Dean has never liked tea.

He can remember being four years old, crawling up next to his mom on the couch where she’s sitting down with a steaming mug cupped in her hands.

“Do you want some?” she offered.

Dean spat it back into the mug while she laughed.

He’s tried it a few times since then. Usually when he misses her the most, but quite frankly, it’s still just as disgusting to him now as it was before his life went up in flames. It’s a constant, though, which he can at least appreciate.

A new constant is catching Cas sipping tea out of one of those novelty mugs he started collecting when he fell for the last time. Dean has no idea what he sees in it, but every day without fail, Cas wanders around the bunker with a mug of tea.

The domesticity of it is jarring at times. It makes Cas seem more human when he’s grimacing at the taste after he’s left it steeping too long, or when he blindly closes a hand around his mug while he pours over something or other in the library. It makes it so much easier to imagine little things he doesn’t get, like dropping a kiss on Cas’ cheek as he gives him a mug, or curling up against him while they watch a movie. Dean doesn’t like tea, but he loves Cas with it.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful torture. He inflicts it on a daily basis.

Today, Cas’ mug says spill the tea. Dean shouldn’t find that as endearing as he does, but when it comes to Cas, he’s a goner. He tamps down the smile that comes with Cas’ beadhead, electric blue eyes blinking back sleep, and fingers curled around a mug.

“‘Morning,” Dean says.

Cas’ eyes flick up to him. “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean takes his usual spot by the counter, futzing with the coffee machine. It takes a minute for it to get going, and then he moves to rummage through a cabinet, pulling out one of the mugs that has made itself at home in the bunker (one of Cas’, this one says don’t be a prick with a picture of a cactus). They sit in comfortable silence backed by the quiet hum of the coffee machine.

Soon enough, there’s a shrill beep, and Dean is pouring himself a mug. He sits down across from Cas.

Cas takes a sip of his tea and Dean watches him swallow. Goddammit. It’s too early in the morning for his feelings and shit.

Halfway through his cup of coffee, Cas speaks.

“That’s disgusting,” he says, squinting at Dean’s mug. “How do you even drink it?”

“This?” Dean raises his coffee and Cas nods. “Buddy, you don’t get to talk, you’re drinking hot leaf juice.”

Cas frowns at him. “You’re drinking hot bean juice,” he argues.

“At least it’s not gross hot leaf juice,” Dean says.

Cas raises his eyebrows over his mug as he takes a drink. “Tea isn’t ‘gross,’” he says, using his free hand to make air quotes.

Dean scoffs. “Hell yeah, it is.”

“Dean,” Cas says.

“I’ve got thirty years of experience that say so,” Dean says, “You’re not changing my mind.”

Cas looks at him. Really looks at him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and, for the love of god, Dean, stop looking at his lips!

Dean jerks his eyes back up to Cas’, but it’s too late.

Cas leans fluidly across the table and then Dean’s brain goes offline.

He tastes like earth and honey, crowding into Dean’s space. Hands come up to cup his face and the back of his neck. It’s a moment before Dean gets with the program and presses back. The flavor intensifies, and he’s suddenly drunk on it. He wants more, and holy fucking shit, Cas is kissing him, and—

Cas pulls back, slightly out of breath, lips pink, pupils blown and looking far more awake than he was a few moments ago. He manages to sound almost unaffected when he asks, “Did that change your mind?”

Dean can’t answer. He can still feel the phantom texture of Cas’ lips against his, and seeing Cas like this is doing things to him. How the fuck is he supposed to talk about tea when he can’t even think coherently?

“You kissed me,” he manages. “Cas, you—“

“Yes,” Cas agrees. “Did it change your mind?”

Dean gapes at him. He’s been wanting to do that for so long, and Cas just kissed him, out of nowhere, over an argument about tea. A lot of strange things have happened to Dean, but the domesticity of this particular moment might make it one of the strangest.

Cas takes pity on him after a minute or so of Dean failing to string together a sentence.

“Do you need to try it again?” There’s something light and hopeful in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Dean says, “Uh, yeah. I don’t think I got enough of a taste to decide. Maybe a few more times?” Maybe a lot more times?

Cas smiles. “Of course, Dean,” he says.

Dean’s words may not be working like they should right now, but leaning back in is easy. Right.

Dean doesn’t like tea, but this? His lips against Cas’, he thinks he could get used to this.

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It's a void. And the void Screams.

happy bf day boyfie! <3 🤭

Kim Ji Soo

Guys guys!!! It's here!

I am about to begin

A great deal of change.

A new life

A new form

A new soul?

I have been at war with who I am

Since I first began to wonder.

Back to the age of "is this a dream"

And the agony of puberty.

Worshiping love

Longing to meet

That soul who can help me be free.

I can't even set my own path

Only go forward

Hoping these are the steps I am meant to take.

Can any one walk with me?

It has been hard enough for me

Who could I expect to join me

In my crusade against the order of this world?

I hate

Yes

Deeply.

I despise

Rage

And long to see things fall.

Why?

Because I believe in my own value

And this value

I correlate to the value of living

Thinking being

You

Me

The people who walk beside us

Every last mind

Who doesn't know what the hell is going on.

Humans

Just trying to make it through.

It is not easy

Nor can it be.

This is the cost of living.

The price of being in charge

Of our own momentary actions.

God in the world of gods.

Desiring life

Without consequence.

Will you join me?

The fire spoke to me when I was young

And after it the darkness.

This all corresponding to god

Who came to me in the night

Dementing me

Twisting me

Turning me inside out with need

Want

Yearning.

Will you join me?

Hatred

Anger

Aggression

Rage

Wrath

An unwillingness to submit.

Will you join me?

Is the world you live in worth dying for?

Is burning it down worth it?

I resent being bound

This flesh

This mortality.

Let's kill it

Kill it and no longer think about it

Relish in its blood

Drinking deep

Losing our minds.

Will you join me

And in the new world

Determine your own breath?

Your piece in the naruhinafanzine is so cute! With the flowercrowns and that they look so sweet together! Is the line baby baby I adore you from a song you listened while you were drawing? Anyway I love it!

thank you so much!!!! it is indeed a song and i’m going to take this opportunity to promote my favourite singer :P the song is called adore by z.tao and you can find some of his stuff here!! 

ITS MY BIRTHDAY YIPPEE

cozy

This entire look kills me.

teehee

WHAT on earth do you mean, “finished not perfect”? This looks pretty perfect to me! Really though, this reminds me so much of those paintings by Tomislav Jagnijic that circulated back in the old days. It was all based on that one named “yo bro is it safe down their in the woods? yeah man it’s cool.” It’s fucking etherial. 

This thing has been rotting in one of my wips folders for ages, so in the spirit of “finished not perfect” I decided to give it some final touches and spitting it out :P So here you go: normal tuesday evening for the Witcher family :3  

‘steven moffat signs up for series 10′

I loved painting this one. It was truly a delight to create and I hope that shows 💚

Full process video over on my Patreon!

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LITTLE SHIT

Just a prank :]

rant incoming! rant incoming! duck and cover!!

don’t you just love it when someone thinks your mental illness makes you have the brain of a baby, it’s even better when they think you getting angry about your treatment = ‘temper tantrum’ 

like what the hell is your problem? is your head that far up your own @$$ that you can’t get enough oxygen to your f@#cking brain?! 

like I get being stupid but this is a whole new level of stupid, and I have beat their asses several times for this and then they just act like what they did was fine, even some of the smarter ones were like

‘ huh, when I do this I get beat so I shouldn’t do this anymore’ and they talk normally to you but this one B!tch ain’t get the message, she just left my house with a bloody fucking nose and still thinks shes the smart one!! can you beleive that sh!t?!?!

This is probably one of the greatest quotes I've seen 😂👌

““If I’ve learned anything from video games, it is that when you meet enemies, it means that you’re going in the right direction.” - unknown”

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