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Sun, 26 May 2013 02:39:26 -0400

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((OMG I’M IN!

I REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD!!

I’VE GOT BALTHY BACK!!

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Just a warning. My internet has literally died beyond repair so I won’t be on until it’s fixed… T_T...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 06:58:36 -0400

Just a warning. My internet has literally died beyond repair so I won’t be on until it’s fixed… T_T See you as soon as I can.

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:29:55 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

“That’s a lie, we love to help people. We help people all the time,” He explained and technically it wasn’t lying. They did help people… for a price that is. He pouted slightly for affect. “It hurts to know that every angel thinks that of us.”

Maybe he was over doing it a bit but he knew the angel wouldn’t catch on. Or at least he was almost positive he wouldn’t. Either way, Balthazar would be putty in his hands if he played his cards right and a little bubble of excitement was forming.

Crowley’s words came with a slight shock to the angel. He’d never thought demons could be nice. But now that he thought about it it sort of made sense. There were some bad angels after all so why couldn’t there be some nice demons too?

All at once Balthazar felt terrible for looking down at Crowley. For being so stubborn and threatening. “I’m sorry,” Balthazar spoke with an apologetic tone. “…I didn’t know.”

Crowley grinned at him, there was a hint of satisfaction hidden within the small twitch of his lips. He racked his brain for something else to show the blonde in front of him about the Earth and human populus. It was hard trying to think of things on the spot but maybe it would work out.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. What all do you know about human customs?” He figured he would start there, considering that if the angel went against the norms he’d draw unwanted attention.

Balthazar smiled back, happy to know the demon wasn’t angry with him.

At the questions Balthazar’s head tilted. He didn’t know human customs at all. Aside from the things that were written down by profits. And even those were outdated in this timeline. “Umm… I suppose I don’t know much. That’s one of the reasons they gave me a mission down here so I can begin to understand humans a little.”

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 17:26:31 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

Crowley shrugged and kept on with his instructions on dancing. “I’m curious about your kind if nothing else. Plus, you seemed totally lost and you know demons, we always love to help those without fortune,” He wasn’t sure if the angel would catch on to his sarcasm and part of him didn’t want him too.

The first step in his plan, he decided, was to make the angel thing that demons were good. It would be hard but he was sure with how naive the blonde seemed to be that he’d go along with it.

A confused frown made its way onto Balthazar’s face. Demons didn’t help people. At least that’s what he was taught. He studied Crowley’s face trying to figure out why he’d say that.

After a moment more of studying Balthazar couldn’t come up with an answer of his own so he decided it would be best to ask. “…I thought your kind was all about ripping down human souls. Not helping people.”

“That’s a lie, we love to help people. We help people all the time,” He explained and technically it wasn’t lying. They did help people… for a price that is. He pouted slightly for affect. “It hurts to know that every angel thinks that of us.”

Maybe he was over doing it a bit but he knew the angel wouldn’t catch on. Or at least he was almost positive he wouldn’t. Either way, Balthazar would be putty in his hands if he played his cards right and a little bubble of excitement was forming.

Crowley’s words came with a slight shock to the angel. He’d never thought demons could be nice. But now that he thought about it it sort of made sense. There were some bad angels after all so why couldn’t there be some nice demons too?

All at once Balthazar felt terrible for looking down at Crowley. For being so stubborn and threatening. “I’m sorry,” Balthazar spoke with an apologetic tone. “…I didn’t know.”

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:19:48 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

“Oh calm down, I’m sure half the things they tell you up there are vastly exaggerated,” He didn’t really know what they taught angels in heaven, but he knew it wasn’t good. Hell, what good was there to say about his kind anyway? He made his way to the iPod deck on his entertainment system and turned on some music, slower music than in the club.

Crowley walked back over and took hold of the angel’s hands as gently as he could. “You keep your hands here,” He put one of his shoulder. “And I hold onto this one.” He grasped his hand firmly and took hold of his waist. “All you have to do is sway, it’s simple.”

Balthazar warily followed Crowley instructions despite the fact he felt silly doing so. He awkwardly swayed to the music trying his best to copy what ever Crowley was doing. He really hoped his siblings wouldn’t just pop in to check on him. Heaven only knew how they’d react to seeing him dancing with an demon.

That’s when a puzzling thought crossed Balthazar’s mind. “…So why are you showing me around?” he asked in a questioning tone. “It’s not like you’re getting anything out of it.”

Crowley shrugged and kept on with his instructions on dancing. “I’m curious about your kind if nothing else. Plus, you seemed totally lost and you know demons, we always love to help those without fortune,” He wasn’t sure if the angel would catch on to his sarcasm and part of him didn’t want him too.

The first step in his plan, he decided, was to make the angel thing that demons were good. It would be hard but he was sure with how naive the blonde seemed to be that he’d go along with it.

A confused frown made its way onto Balthazar’s face. Demons didn’t help people. At least that’s what he was taught. He studied Crowley’s face trying to figure out why he’d say that.

After a moment more of studying Balthazar couldn’t come up with an answer of his own so he decided it would be best to ask. “…I thought your kind was all about ripping down human souls. Not helping people.”

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 17:03:37 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s awkwardness as well. “You just move your hips to the beat. It’s very simple actually,” He decided that this type of dancing wouldn’t suit the angel at his apartment, forgetting to tell Balthazar he was going to do so. “I’ll teach you to dance here, this is my apartment.”

Balthazar tensed as realized they had moved. He sent a slight warning glare towards Crowley. “Alright, but ask before you just take me somewhere again. You still are my enemy after all. And I will smite you at the smallest sign if I think that you’re up to something.”

He wasn’t sure if being in the enemies territory was such a good idea. At least in that Wavey- or Splashy- or whatever the name of that den of iniquity was called, it had other people. Now he was simply alone with the demon. That didn’t seem like it could end well.

“Oh calm down, I’m sure half the things they tell you up there are vastly exaggerated,” He didn’t really know what they taught angels in heaven, but he knew it wasn’t good. Hell, what good was there to say about his kind anyway? He made his way to the iPod deck on his entertainment system and turned on some music, slower music than in the club.

Crowley walked back over and took hold of the angel’s hands as gently as he could. “You keep your hands here,” He put one of his shoulder. “And I hold onto this one.” He grasped his hand firmly and took hold of his waist. “All you have to do is sway, it’s simple.”

Balthazar warily followed Crowley instructions despite the fact he felt silly doing so. He awkwardly swayed to the music trying his best to copy what ever Crowley was doing. He really hoped his siblings wouldn’t just pop in to check on him. Heaven only knew how they’d react to seeing him dancing with an demon.

That’s when a puzzling thought crossed Balthazar’s mind. “…So why are you showing me around?” he asked in a questioning tone. “It’s not like you’re getting anything out of it.”

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 22:21:58 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

“No you won’t,” He winked and pulled him in quickly to where their faces were barely apart. “I won’t let you, besides the fact that you’re going to have a great time.”

He backed up and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, turning back to face him and taking him by the waist. He began swaying their hips to the bass, trying to teach the angel what to do as well as he possibly could.

Balthazar stood there staring at how close Crowley’s face was. Wanting to back up, but knew there was no room to do so. His face felt unusually hot and he didn’t know why Crowley had his hand on his hips. All in all he didn’t know what was going on.

Likewise of not understanding anything around him he tried his best to keep up. Balthazar timidly swayed his hips with Crowley’s hands. ”This is just odd.” The angel couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward and out of place he felt in this situation.

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s awkwardness as well. “You just move your hips to the beat. It’s very simple actually,” He decided that this type of dancing wouldn’t suit the angel at his apartment, forgetting to tell Balthazar he was going to do so. “I’ll teach you to dance here, this is my apartment.”

Balthazar tensed as realized they had moved. He sent a slight warning glare towards Crowley. “Alright, but ask before you just take me somewhere again. You still are my enemy after all. And I will smite you at the smallest sign if I think that you’re up to something.”

He wasn’t sure if being in the enemies territory was such a good idea. At least in that Wavey- or Splashy- or whatever the name of that den of iniquity was called, it had other people. Now he was simply alone with the demon. That didn’t seem like it could end well.

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 21:23:24 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

A smile crept across his face as the angel mentioned meeting the Mona Lisa, and his complete lack of knowledge of the world. “I’ll take you to all those places but first,” He stood up and held out his hand for the other. “I wanna dance, so dance with me.”

For some reason, Crowley had always loved dancing. It was when he started drinking, already on his second, that he felt the urge to be irresistible. Although he knew that Balthazar wouldn’t have any idea how to, he wanted to show the blonde exactly how to dance in the modern day.

For a moment Balthazar just stared curiously at Crowley’s hand. Dancing? As in what the other people here were doing? His gaze flickered to the humans and a sudden nervousness wash through him. Obviously his siblings would disapprove. But he did say he wanted to try everything… And technically his siblings weren’t here at the moment. Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt.

Balthazar let his eye move back to Crowley’s before he stood up and took the demons hand, “Okay… But if it gets too weird I’m leaving.”

“No you won’t,” He winked and pulled him in quickly to where their faces were barely apart. “I won’t let you, besides the fact that you’re going to have a great time.”

He backed up and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, turning back to face him and taking him by the waist. He began swaying their hips to the bass, trying to teach the angel what to do as well as he possibly could.

Balthazar stood there staring at how close Crowley’s face was. Wanting to back up, but knew there was no room to do so. His face felt unusually hot and he didn’t know why Crowley had his hand on his hips. All in all he didn’t know what was going on.

Likewise of not understanding anything around him he tried his best to keep up. Balthazar timidly swayed his hips with Crowley’s hands. ”This is just odd.” The angel couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward and out of place he felt in this situation.

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:54:21 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

“You know, if you’d relax a little bit you’d have fun,” He spoke as their drinks came and he handed Balthazar one of them. “Drink this,” It was a fruity drink, one that you could continue drinking throughout the night without even realizing how much alcohol you’d actually ingested. He knew if he tried something stronger, the angel would spit it out and swear off alcohol forever.

He began to casually sip on his own drink, something loads stronger but still not his beloved Scotch, and eyed the dancing human’s. They stunk but some were catching his eyes. In the back of his mind he thought of more places of absolute an total wrong he could take Balthazar. A strip joint crossed his mind but that would be too much of a shock at that particular moment. “Do you have any specific places in mind for which you want to go?” He asked, glancing over his glass at him.

Balthazar stared down at his drink like it was going to bite him. Everything else in this place was alarming the drink might as well be too. But Crowley was right. He needed to relax. This was what he wanted. Sorta. So in a very cautious manner Balthazar took a sip of his drink. It wasn’t bad. It actually tasted quite nice. A small smile crept back onto his face he was glad something wasn’t horrendously immoral.

Upon Crowley’s question Balthazar shrugged. “There’s plenty of places I want to go. Like I wanna meet this Mona Lisa person and I wanna see France and London and the Northern Lights” The angel took another sip of his drink as his demeanor slipt back into his usually curious smiling self. “But other than large well known places and things I’m quite lost. My siblings and I don’t really participate in Earthy activities.” He gave a quiet laugh. “So any place is fine. With in reason of course.”

As much as he wanted to see and experience everything. There were somethings he didn’t exactly want to get into.

A smile crept across his face as the angel mentioned meeting the Mona Lisa, and his complete lack of knowledge of the world. “I’ll take you to all those places but first,” He stood up and held out his hand for the other. “I wanna dance, so dance with me.”

For some reason, Crowley had always loved dancing. It was when he started drinking, already on his second, that he felt the urge to be irresistible. Although he knew that Balthazar wouldn’t have any idea how to, he wanted to show the blonde exactly how to dance in the modern day.

For a moment Balthazar just stared curiously at Crowley’s hand. Dancing? As in what the other people here were doing? His gaze flickered to the humans and a sudden nervousness wash through him. Obviously his siblings would disapprove. But he did say he wanted to try everything… And technically his siblings weren’t here at the moment. Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt.

Balthazar let his eye move back to Crowley’s before he stood up and took the demons hand, “Okay… But if it gets too weird I’m leaving.”

chainedtoacomet: When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good,...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:47:53 -0400

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

saccharinesylph: all-four-cheekbones: muthafukkinbreadcrumbs: ...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 16:30:28 -0400

saccharinesylph:

all-four-cheekbones:

muthafukkinbreadcrumbs:

ask-the-black-widow:

ooc: Go to www.tumblr.com/help

type “suicide” in the search bar, and the first picture will pop up.

Click on “Pass the url of a blog on to us”.

The second picture will pop up.

Fill out the form, and an email is sent directly to tumblr, who will be able to track their IP if necessary, and look at their page to see exactly what’s going on.

This is the best way to help those who have turned off all methods of communication on their blog.

((Thank you for putting this together. Passing it along.))

oh fuck yes

Important things to me.

Balthy is totally Rapunzel yup.

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 16:28:06 -0400

I can see how that could fit me. Though I don’t have that much hair… Maybe I should start growing my hair out.

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 16:27:19 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

Crowley rolled his eyes and began to walk towards the bar. “I told you you wouldn’t like it at first,” Before he got too far he grabbed the other’s hand and pulled him with him. “It’ll get fun, I promise.”

He sat at one of the bar stools and practically dragged the angel into the seat next to him. He ordered two drinks and looked over at Balthazar. “Tell me about yourself, darling.”

“There is not much to tell.” Balthazar spoke with a slight annoyance in his tone. “I’m a fledgling working towards being promoted to an angel. So I can then join my brothers and sisters in our Fathers work.” He gave the general response. Not really finding it wise to tell a demon everything about himself.

Balthazar fidgeted it in his seat and kept shooting glances towards the door every few seconds. This place reminded him of what his siblings referred to as a den of iniquity. A place full of immoral behavior. A place he was sure he was not suppose to be in.

“You know, if you’d relax a little bit you’d have fun,” He spoke as their drinks came and he handed Balthazar one of them. “Drink this,” It was a fruity drink, one that you could continue drinking throughout the night without even realizing how much alcohol you’d actually ingested. He knew if he tried something stronger, the angel would spit it out and swear off alcohol forever.

He began to casually sip on his own drink, something loads stronger but still not his beloved Scotch, and eyed the dancing human’s. They stunk but some were catching his eyes. In the back of his mind he thought of more places of absolute an total wrong he could take Balthazar. A strip joint crossed his mind but that would be too much of a shock at that particular moment. “Do you have any specific places in mind for which you want to go?” He asked, glancing over his glass at him.

Balthazar stared down at his drink like it was going to bite him. Everything else in this place was alarming the drink might as well be too. But Crowley was right. He needed to relax. This was what he wanted. Sorta. So in a very cautious manner Balthazar took a sip of his drink. It wasn’t bad. It actually tasted quite nice. A small smile crept back onto his face he was glad something wasn’t horrendously immoral.

Upon Crowley’s question Balthazar shrugged. “There’s plenty of places I want to go. Like I wanna meet this Mona Lisa person and I wanna see France and London and the Northern Lights” The angel took another sip of his drink as his demeanor slipt back into his usually curious smiling self. “But other than large well known places and things I’m quite lost. My siblings and I don’t really participate in Earthy activities.” He gave a quiet laugh. “So any place is fine. With in reason of course.”

As much as he wanted to see and experience everything. There were somethings he didn’t exactly want to get into.

Bad Lip Reading does The Hunger Games

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 17:37:16 -0400

Bad Lip Reading does The Hunger Games

Earth and Jupiter

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:16:55 -0400

pandaladie:

Jupiter shields the earth from space rocks..
cuteness on tumblr ^^

http://pandaladieartblog.tumblr.com/

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Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:14:06 -0400

For the First Time||Crowley+Balthazar

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:13:29 -0400

theyoungcrowley:

fledglingbalthazar:

theyoungcrowley:

Crowley noticed how quickly the other took his hand away but he ignored it. “It doesn’t have anything to do with water, darling.” He chuckled as he walked quickly. He’d gotten used to the city over the weeks that he happened to live there, the quickness of it. The path to Splash was very familiar to him and soon he found himself in front of the bouncer, getting in easily and quickly.

The music was loud, the bass banging throughout the entirety of it. Men and women, half naked were in a swarm in the middle. Their bodies moved with the music. He looked back with a grin to gauge the angel’s reaction.

The first thing that hit Balthazar was the music. Far too loud and half the words he would not ever dare to repeat. Then his eye’s landed on the half naked humans seeming to be flailing and touching in a rather strange manner.

His face fell into a worried frown. This place seemed odd and slightly frightening. He wanted to leave now before the humans became anymore naked and or started doing anymore weird flailing.

“I don’t like it. Let’s go.” Balthazar spoke bluntly towards Crowley.

Crowley rolled his eyes and began to walk towards the bar. “I told you you wouldn’t like it at first,” Before he got too far he grabbed the other’s hand and pulled him with him. “It’ll get fun, I promise.”

He sat at one of the bar stools and practically dragged the angel into the seat next to him. He ordered two drinks and looked over at Balthazar. “Tell me about yourself, darling.”

“There is not much to tell.” Balthazar spoke with a slight annoyance in his tone. “I’m a fledgling working towards being promoted to an angel. So I can then join my brothers and sisters in our Fathers work.” He gave the general response. Not really finding it wise to tell a demon everything about himself.

Balthazar fidgeted it in his seat and kept shooting glances towards the door every few seconds. This place reminded him of what his siblings referred to as a den of iniquity. A place full of immoral behavior. A place he was sure he was not suppose to be in.

((AAAAAND the Nyquil is kicking in. I’ll respond tomorrow!! Night!!))

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 21:52:59 -0400

((AAAAAND the Nyquil is kicking in. I’ll respond tomorrow!! Night!!))

Reblog if you want someone to compare you to a Disney character in your ask!

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 21:50:03 -0400

theonlyjamesmoriarty:

hiyapuddin:

protowilson:

aladdinsfuturewife:

Shoo, Ariel.

“OH MY GOSH! DO IT!”