lifeasaweapon:

As long as I’m avoiding my Russian homework, I’ll share my Jensen op with the world.

So I happen to be friends with these chicas, and Emily was with me at NJ Con. I didn’t know what to do for my Jensen op, so she spotted me money for eight bananas like a true homie.

When it was my turn for the op, I just said "They’re baaaaaaaaaack~"

He fucking lost it.

Once he stopped laughing, still smiling a stupidly wide smile he asked “What are we gunna do??” “I dunno, what do you want to do with eight bananas?” He tried to grab them all from me. I grabbed one back, because wow rude don’t just grab at my bananas that’s my potassium for the week the nerve of these celebrities I swear to god
Jensen: “Okay, what now?”
"I don’t know what you’re going to do, but I have to make a call…"

He hands them back to me, and I assure him that Clif will keep them safe until he’s done with his ops. 

I only regret that when he asked me “What are we gunna do?” I missed the opportunity to say “Go bananas” because, duh. I dropped the ball on that one.

Anyway, Jensen Banackles is back.

spnficlets:

Photographer Cas and his camera shy boyfriend, Dean.  Inspired by this (semi-nsfw).

Since the day they started dating, Castiel has been dying to get his boyfriend in front of his camera.  In all his years as a photographer, he’s rarely seen someone as effortlessly beautiful as Dean.  In Cas’ opinion, it’s a tragedy that Dean is also one of the most camera shy people he’s ever met.  They’ve been dating for three months before Castiel gets so much as a snapshot of Dean and it’s three months more before he gets a proper photo of him.

They’ve been dating for nearly a year when he broaches the subject of taking pictures of Dean with his clothes off.  He waits until after a particularly nice dinner and a couple of glasses of wine and until they’re under the covers in the bed of their tiny apartment, sharing chocolate-flavored kisses.  With his lips pressed to the curve of Dean’s ear, Castiel steels himself for rejection.

“I want to take pictures of you, Dean,” Cas murmurs.

“You took pics yesterday,” Dean grumbles in return, his hand sliding lazily up Castiel’s back.

“Not that kind of pictures,” Cas says, following the words with a kiss to Dean’s ear.  He pulls his head back and looks down at his lover in the faint moonlight.

“What kind of pictures, then?”  Dean’s voice is guarded instantly, his hand stilling at the small of Castiel’s back.

“Erotic.”

“Like,” Dean says, his fingertips pressing into Castiel’s skin.  “Like, naked pics?”

“Yeah,” Castiel answers with a nod.  He brushes his thumb across Dean’s lips and smiles as he leans in close.  “They’d be tasteful.  And your face wouldn’t be in them at all.”

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spnficlets:

Castiel has a hard time understanding why anyone would rather receive a blow job than give one.  Sure, it feels great; and, yes, Dean can do things with his lips and tongue that probably shouldn’t be legal.  No matter how good it feels, though, Cas would argue that it doesn’t even remotely compare to the feeling of taking Dean apart a molecule at a time with his own tongue.

From the first soft hums of pleasure that start the second Castiel’s lips touch Dean’s cock to the throaty moans that follow, Cas can’t get enough of giving pleasure.  He loves the way Dean’s hips buck, instinct sending him in search of the warmth of Castiel’s mouth; he loves the way Dean’s fingers tremble when they stroke through his hair and then tangle and twist so he can push deeper.

With his hands on Dean’s hips, he can feel every little movement.  He can feel Dean’s body tighten and release in time with his ragged panting, feel Dean’s cock starting to thicken even as the sourness of precome tightens his jaw and makes him suck that much harder.  With his thumbs splayed across Dean’s stomach, he can feel the muscles ripple and clench, his hips twisting to chase the heat of Castiel’s mouth like a man on a mission.

When Castiel opens his eyes, he sees Dean’s are half-closed, eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to watch Cas, too.  Dean’s lips are plump and red from the way he bites them, slick with spit where his tongue darts out between hissed breaths, pausing, dragging slowly back in again.  He watches as Dean’s eyes fall shut for good and his head pushes back against the pillow, arching his body upward.

Cas can close his eyes then; he squeezes them tight and focuses on the softness of Dean’s skin as it slips between his own slick lips.  He listens as Dean’s moans turn to little growled whimpers and half-finished words.  His eyes water when Dean’s fingers twist a little too excitedly in his hair and pull him down, down, down.  He knows when Dean is close, his cock leaks and leaks until spit and precome are spilling down Castiel’s chin and all sound except Dean’s harsh, erratic breaths stop.

Dean’s body twists and tightens as he pushes into Castiel’s mouth again and again with quick, short thrusts before his whole body clenches and shivers and it’s all Cas can do to swallow fast enough as Dean starts to gasp praise and curses mixed in together, his body falling back to the bed and so that Castiel kiss and lick him clean.  His touch is soft again after that, stroking Castiel’s hair and his face and his shoulders; his body boneless under Cas’ roaming fingers.

When Castiel finally catches his breath and looks up, Dean is watching, lust-addled and looking sexier than any human being has a right to.  He’s putty in Castiel’s hands then, squirming and “mmm”ing and taking little shivery breaths as Cas takes ample time to explore his body.  On a good day, Dean will let him go on forever, mumbling nonsense while Castiel gives his body a good kissing.  

Getting a blow job is pleasant, of course, but it’s nothing next to the goofy, lopsided grin still on Dean’s face half an hour after Castiel is through with him.

I really really want this dress

I’ve been googling (garcia wears it in s05e01 of criminal minds) but I can’t find anything. the cardigan with the bobbles is so beautiful with it, too, but I reaaaally want his dress. anyone know where to look? :3

houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander