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openmicnights! I hope you have a wonderful day :)Sep. 29th, 2012
happy birthday
Sep. 29th, 2012 09:33 amA happy birthday to openmicnights! I hope you have a wonderful day :)
openmicnights! I hope you have a wonderful day :)Title: Won't Be Leaving Unharmed
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentions of Sam, Bobby, Ruby and John Winchester.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight violence in accordance with the nature of the show, spoilers for season 4 and 5 respectively
Genre: Romance/Character-study/Angst/Hurt-Comfort/Slight tweaking of canon (but only slight)
Word-count: 2,249
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to this.
Summary: Dean is two years old, when the angel first whisper to him.
( Won't Be Leaving Unharmed )
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentions of Sam, Bobby, Ruby and John Winchester.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight violence in accordance with the nature of the show, spoilers for season 4 and 5 respectively
Genre: Romance/Character-study/Angst/Hurt-Comfort/Slight tweaking of canon (but only slight)
Word-count: 2,249
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to this.
Summary: Dean is two years old, when the angel first whisper to him.
( Won't Be Leaving Unharmed )
Title: Won't Be Leaving Unharmed
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentions of Sam, Bobby, Ruby and John Winchester.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight violence in accordance with the nature of the show, spoilers for season 4 and 5 respectively
Genre: Romance/Character-study/Angst/Hurt-Comfort/Slight tweaking of canon (but only slight)
Word-count: 2,249
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to this.
Summary: Dean is two years old, when the angel first whisper to him.
( Won't Be Leaving Unharmed )
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentions of Sam, Bobby, Ruby and John Winchester.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight violence in accordance with the nature of the show, spoilers for season 4 and 5 respectively
Genre: Romance/Character-study/Angst/Hurt-Comfort/Slight tweaking of canon (but only slight)
Word-count: 2,249
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to this.
Summary: Dean is two years old, when the angel first whisper to him.
( Won't Be Leaving Unharmed )
my dad is a draq queen
Sep. 29th, 2012 04:21 pm- fueschgast I haven't forgotten about your SuperWho fic! It will be up sometime. I just got sidetracked and ended up writing angsty Dean/Cas instead (because you know how Supernatural doesn't give us enough angst already.... eh) ;)
- I have this horrible habit of... never ever buying clothes. That's not such a horrible habit, but it does mean that at least once a year, I end up having absolutely no clothes because everything is so worn down or - in the case of this winter - it is just not warm enough to wear anywhere that isn't inside a sauna. So I end up having to go on a shopping spree and I am not good at going on shopping sprees. This time, however, was made immensely entertaining because I went with my whole family, including my dad. He actually volounteered to go. I think he's sick or posessed or something. Nevermind, we were looking for shoes, and I stumbled upon a cheap pair that would go well with the suit I want to wear for galla when I graduate: I'm no good at walking in heels though, so when I complained about this my dad went: 'oh, those are not so bad. Just walk a little in them every day or as often as you can, and you'll get used to it'. Cue me being showed pictures of my dad in dress, wig and high heels when we got home. Apparantly he'd do this every time someone had a big birthday/bachelor-party/anniversary/anything. I haven't laughed this hard in months. (and I did end up buying the shoes)
( more general rambling about my life and nothing in particular )
fueschgast I haven't forgotten about your SuperWho fic! It will be up sometime. I just got sidetracked and ended up writing angsty Dean/Cas instead (because you know how Supernatural doesn't give us enough angst already.... eh) ;)- I have this horrible habit of... never ever buying clothes. That's not such a horrible habit, but it does mean that at least once a year, I end up having absolutely no clothes because everything is so worn down or - in the case of this winter - it is just not warm enough to wear anywhere that isn't inside a sauna. So I end up having to go on a shopping spree and I am not good at going on shopping sprees. This time, however, was made immensely entertaining because I went with my whole family, including my dad. He actually volounteered to go. I think he's sick or posessed or something. Nevermind, we were looking for shoes, and I stumbled upon a cheap pair that would go well with the suit I want to wear for galla when I graduate: I'm no good at walking in heels though, so when I complained about this my dad went: 'oh, those are not so bad. Just walk a little in them every day or as often as you can, and you'll get used to it'. Cue me being showed pictures of my dad in dress, wig and high heels when we got home. Apparantly he'd do this every time someone had a big birthday/bachelor-party/anniversary/anything. I haven't laughed this hard in months. (and I did end up buying the shoes)
( more general rambling about my life and nothing in particular )
my dad is a draq queen
Sep. 29th, 2012 04:21 pm- fueschgast I haven't forgotten about your SuperWho fic! It will be up sometime. I just got sidetracked and ended up writing angsty Dean/Cas instead (because you know how Supernatural doesn't give us enough angst already.... eh) ;)
- I have this horrible habit of... never ever buying clothes. That's not such a horrible habit, but it does mean that at least once a year, I end up having absolutely no clothes because everything is so worn down or - in the case of this winter - it is just not warm enough to wear anywhere that isn't inside a sauna. So I end up having to go on a shopping spree and I am not good at going on shopping sprees. This time, however, was made immensely entertaining because I went with my whole family, including my dad. He actually volounteered to go. I think he's sick or posessed or something. Nevermind, we were looking for shoes, and I stumbled upon a cheap pair that would go well with the suit I want to wear for galla when I graduate: I'm no good at walking in heels though, so when I complained about this my dad went: 'oh, those are not so bad. Just walk a little in them every day or as often as you can, and you'll get used to it'. Cue me being showed pictures of my dad in dress, wig and high heels when we got home. Apparantly he'd do this every time someone had a big birthday/bachelor-party/anniversary/anything. I haven't laughed this hard in months. (and I did end up buying the shoes)
( more general rambling about my life and nothing in particular )
fueschgast I haven't forgotten about your SuperWho fic! It will be up sometime. I just got sidetracked and ended up writing angsty Dean/Cas instead (because you know how Supernatural doesn't give us enough angst already.... eh) ;)- I have this horrible habit of... never ever buying clothes. That's not such a horrible habit, but it does mean that at least once a year, I end up having absolutely no clothes because everything is so worn down or - in the case of this winter - it is just not warm enough to wear anywhere that isn't inside a sauna. So I end up having to go on a shopping spree and I am not good at going on shopping sprees. This time, however, was made immensely entertaining because I went with my whole family, including my dad. He actually volounteered to go. I think he's sick or posessed or something. Nevermind, we were looking for shoes, and I stumbled upon a cheap pair that would go well with the suit I want to wear for galla when I graduate: I'm no good at walking in heels though, so when I complained about this my dad went: 'oh, those are not so bad. Just walk a little in them every day or as often as you can, and you'll get used to it'. Cue me being showed pictures of my dad in dress, wig and high heels when we got home. Apparantly he'd do this every time someone had a big birthday/bachelor-party/anniversary/anything. I haven't laughed this hard in months. (and I did end up buying the shoes)
( more general rambling about my life and nothing in particular )