roleplayerscoffeeshop:

Angst makes me anxious, so I prefer to roleplay fluff. I feel inadequate because of it, because almost every roleplayer I know loves to do angst and it’s often implied that you aren’t a good roleplayer if you mostly roleplay fluff.

roleplayerscoffeeshop:

Angst makes me anxious, so I prefer to roleplay fluff. I feel inadequate because of it, because almost every roleplayer I know loves to do angst and it’s often implied that you aren’t a good roleplayer if you mostly roleplay fluff.

Anonymous asked:

therighteousmangrippedfromhell

Do I Follow Them?: Yeppers
Why Did I Follow Them?: I lose track of exactly how I find people, but they were a good Dean so I decided it would be nice
Do We Role Play?: Not currently
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yep
An AU Idea For Our Muses: Um…I have so many au ideas for Deans and Casses…
A Song For Our Muses: Awake and Alive - Skillet
Do I Ship Our Muses?: I mean destiel is like my otp, but we’d need to interact before I really decide if I ship with this particular Dean
What I Think About The Mun: From what I’ve seen, they’re pretty nice and awesome
Overall Opinion: Awesome Dean and awesome mun
Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Cas meets Cas - heavensinsurgent

heavensinsurgent:

blueeyestrenchcoat:

Cas watched as the final angel fell, tears in his eyes. He sighed, looking around for a moment before setting off down the road. He stopped once or twice for a small snack before continuing on, losing track of how many hours he’d spent walking.

It was daylight now, and his legs were starting to hurt, and his stomach felt like it was gnawing through itself. And he was hallucinating. He had to be. Because walking towards him was…him. Him in dirty scrubs and a trench coat and covered in scruff. Castiel frowned, tilting his head as he stopped in front of the other. 

"Who are you?" he demanded, wishing he was still capable of summoning his angel blade. Either the man in front of him was an intense hallucination, or a shapeshifter of some sort. He wondered if humans saw hallucinations that vivid. He had never bothered to ask anyone if hallucinations looked so solid and had so much…realism.

Castiel had been ripped from Purgatory, plucked from the only place he deserved to be; the only place he could truly pay his penance. Now, here he was, walking along the road (because something was wrong, very wrong and his powers were spotty at best), he could’ve sworn he was seeing things like before.

As he drew closer, he realized that no… he was not seeing things, in fact… he was seeing himself.

"You know who I am," he said matter-of-factly. "I’m you. Although, I do not recognize you, so my best guess would be that I am a past version of you. What year are you from?"

Castiel frowned. “It’s 2014. And…you are…from Purgatory.” He sighed, reaching out to touch the other’s arm, reassuring himself that the other was really there. “I wasn’t sure you were really here. I’ve heard that humans have hallucinations caused by hunger or exhaustion and…I am feeling both of those at the moment.”

He felt a dizzy spell come on, and he dropped his head for a moment. “Are you able to fly?” he asked, looking up at the other. “Because if you are, it would be extremely nice if you flew us somewhere with food. Perhaps the bunker…though…you don’t know where that is, do you?”

He sighed, reaching into his pocket to see how much money he had left, and it really wasn’t much. He only had $1.50, which wouldn’t be enough to get food or anything for both of them.

Cas meets Cas - heavensinsurgent

Cas watched as the final angel fell, tears in his eyes. He sighed, looking around for a moment before setting off down the road. He stopped once or twice for a small snack before continuing on, losing track of how many hours he’d spent walking.

It was daylight now, and his legs were starting to hurt, and his stomach felt like it was gnawing through itself. And he was hallucinating. He had to be. Because walking towards him was…him. Him in dirty scrubs and a trench coat and covered in scruff. Castiel frowned, tilting his head as he stopped in front of the other. 

"Who are you?" he demanded, wishing he was still capable of summoning his angel blade. Either the man in front of him was an intense hallucination, or a shapeshifter of some sort. He wondered if humans saw hallucinations that vivid. He had never bothered to ask anyone if hallucinations looked so solid and had so much…realism.

((Well I just found out that the job I was most looking forward to being able to do this semester, the one I formed my entire schedule around, I can’t do because my schedule got changed.))

unfollower:

tips for college:

  • no 1 cares if you eat alone in the dining hall
  • dont be scared of upperclassmen they dont care
  • dont raise your hand to go to the bathroom 
  • dont bring a handwritten sick note from ur mom

(via mindfulofmymuses)