Meh, scrapped the old link post and am putting everything here because there are a couple more new things. New things, liiiike... Merlin Big Bang art! Hammock ficlet! And Timberbrit!
Hoc opus, hic labor est (This is the hardship, this is the difficulty)
Art for mariana_oconnor's Merlin BigBang fic, While His Name's Still Spoken! It's a lovely story, a Pratchettian retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, and you should read it.( a bit about the art )
The language of hands Dean/Castiel (PG) | 431
Touch, Castiel reminds himself, is how humans know each other.
The thought of high windows Dean/Castiel, Sam (PG) | 645
Out on the open water of the lake the light shifts and dances in a haze of eye-searing gold that is like an angel's true shape.
Theca, -ae Dean/Castiel (PG) |
It's the damn Apocalypse after all, the grudge-match of eternity, and the only thing worse than having a ringside seat is being in the fucking ring, fighting for your life while the audience is too busy looking for the guy carrying the popcorn and beer.
The human sky Dean/Castiel (PG13) | 1290
It's a good thing, Dean thinks as he scowls at the apologetic and flustered hostess, they aren't on a date.
Shore Leave Dean/Castiel, Sam (PG) | 623
Lying here, content to feel himself go boneless and his mind loose, as a mission... Castiel struggles to understand that, how he doesn't want much more than for this moment to roll on, changing only when Dean's hand moves from his arm to his side, from his side to his hip.
link of random: Timberbrit So is this RPO? Real Person Opera?Can I now write my Misha/Jensen screenplay?
Hoc opus, hic labor est (This is the hardship, this is the difficulty)
Art for mariana_oconnor's Merlin BigBang fic, While His Name's Still Spoken! It's a lovely story, a Pratchettian retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, and you should read it.( a bit about the art )
The language of hands Dean/Castiel (PG) | 431
Touch, Castiel reminds himself, is how humans know each other.
The thought of high windows Dean/Castiel, Sam (PG) | 645
Out on the open water of the lake the light shifts and dances in a haze of eye-searing gold that is like an angel's true shape.
Theca, -ae Dean/Castiel (PG) |
It's the damn Apocalypse after all, the grudge-match of eternity, and the only thing worse than having a ringside seat is being in the fucking ring, fighting for your life while the audience is too busy looking for the guy carrying the popcorn and beer.
The human sky Dean/Castiel (PG13) | 1290
It's a good thing, Dean thinks as he scowls at the apologetic and flustered hostess, they aren't on a date.
Shore Leave Dean/Castiel, Sam (PG) | 623
Lying here, content to feel himself go boneless and his mind loose, as a mission... Castiel struggles to understand that, how he doesn't want much more than for this moment to roll on, changing only when Dean's hand moves from his arm to his side, from his side to his hip.
link of random: Timberbrit So is this RPO? Real Person Opera?
