plebefic headers: Rules left unchecked tend to gnaw deep within a person

[cimorene]

1. Summary: spnkink prompt: Dean accidentally discovers that not only does Cas have a halo, it's a solid part of him, and he likes having it rubbed...



2. Summary: “Love you till I die.” Those were the words. Scrawled onto palms, scratched onto bedside tables, burned into memories. They were whispered, whispered with meaning. With meaning, they were screamed at the sky.



3. Summary: Dean knows it's a dream, he knows its not real.... so why does it feel like it means more, and more importantly, why does he wish it was more? And, why, for that matter, does Castiel show up the next moring with a hikey on his neck and angry as hell? If it's not real why does the angel know everything that happened... like he was there? [Wow, really, all that? Then I guess what must have happened is... wait... no, it's just too complicated. I got nothing.]



4. Summary: Rules left unchecked tend to gnaw deep within a person until something triggers the fallout. [Ouch.]



5. Notes: I have issues with this story. I'm so not fishing, I know what's good about it, too-but, I'm just saying, if you have issues with it, feel free to take them up with me. I'll probably-but not definitely-agree with you.

Comments

[everysecondtuesday]

My prediction is that halo fic will be the next wing fic. Or something.

*dying*

[cimorene]

I don't know why it strikes me as kinkier. At least it doesn't involve the fetishization of like... bird-ness. Though come to think of it wings are not an erogenous zone for birds; it's more like fandom wants to fetishize any non-human body parts that they add to the characters at all. Exoticization then.

[laughingrat]

I don't care how faux-romantic it is, nobody's scratching a damn thing into these palms. *waves fists wildly*