you know what I do when I don’t like a character?
- I don’t talk about them.
- I don’t go into their tag.
- If I see an edit of them, I ignore it.
- I may even blacklist their name if the dislike is strong enough.
you know what I don’t do when I don’t like a character?
- go in their tag
- reblog edits of them just to complain
- make posts about them
- in general, I don’t waste my time and breath on them
it’s….it’s a remarkably simple concept
it makes life a whole lot nicer
I wonder how much the network actually had to pony up to get Jensen onto Twitter….
(Note: I’ve never done mpreg before but my friend has been having a hard time, so I’m doing it for her because she likes mpreg stories and friends do nice things for each other. Enjoy! To catch up on this story, you can read it on Tumblr or on Ao3.)
No one informed Dean about the exceptionally … vigorous … phase of pregnancy. He sought sanctuary in the one place a man could read in peace—the bathroom—and flipped through the pregnancy book. Castiel had been bugging him to read the marked daddy pages but he only skimmed once in a while, thinking angelic pregnancy couldn’t be too much like human female pregnancy.
"This happy (though not always convenient) state of affairs may be most pronounced during the first trimester (when hormonal havoc is at its height). Or your revved up sex drive during pregnancy could continue right up until delivery day. Every woman is different, and every couple’s sex life is different," Dean read aloud to himself.
That didn’t quite make sense for an angel though. He counted eight months of pregnancy, realizing that Castiel was in—if they looked at it in human terms—his third trimester. There were still about ten or twelve weeks to go if Dr. Galvan’s predictions were right, yet the last week or two featured a rather insatiable appetite for all things Dean and sex. Not that Dean complained. Not really. But almost overnight, it went from nothing to being mauled three or four times a day sometimes. They’d almost gotten busted by Sam and his girlfriend more than once, something that would have mortified Castiel before he was expecting their fledgling. Since the hormones kept surging higher, Dean doubted he would have cared if they did it for a studio audience.
Knocking on the bathroom door startled Dean into nearly vaulting over the counter. ”Dean?” It was Castiel, curious but not alarmed.
"Yeah, be right out!" he yelled.
"Are you ill?" the angel’s muffled voice probed.
"Uh, no. Not exactly." Giving in, Dean opened the door with the book clutched by his hip, a finger stuck into the chapter about sex and hormonal surges.
Castiel’s eyes dropped to the book and lifted back to Dean’s face, his head tilting with a silent question.
"I was … I was curious about some stuff," he mumbled.
In case you missed it earlier this evening.
u readin this?
u a princess.
i dont care if youre a goddamn bodybuilder, ur now princess protein