Ccry-The-Cat

“Well, damn, I never thought I’d be so happy to see this place.” Dean grins, scanning the flat. The dusty, messy dwelling has never seemed so homey. Next to him, Castiel appears sharing the same satisfied state. “Yes. Sherlock and John should be here shortly.” Dean nods. The four of them have just finished a case. Sam stayed back in the United States to pursue another case. Here, they were against a shapeshifter who somehow made allies with a rogue hellhound. Sherlock and John were definitely going to need help with that. For once, Sherlock decided to consult a hunter. “Consulting Hunters. I think tha

When you’re in love with someone, you just know There’s no arrows, no signs leading you to them It’s not a fairytale or romance novel This is real When you wake up and they’re there Not in “the morning after” kind of way When you wake up from a night of talking A night of laughing together and talking about everything and nothing You don’t need the memory of lust to smile when you see them sound asleep right next to you It’s the little things that cause the smile The way their nose crinkles when they laugh The way they look when they’re busy and you notice And honestly, you really don&rsq

Ah, where do I even begin, Reader? My friend has a very special place in my heart. Well, that’s quite the understatement. My friend is something that I cannot explain. Oh, dearest Reader. My friend is not just someone I’d like to spend a day with. As a matter of fact, I want to spend the rest of my life with them. My friend is someone I want, nay, I need in my future. I say, my Reader, this is something very great. My friend has the voice I can never get enough of; a sound that silences my demons. Actually, I feel that their voice is the only thing that calms me. My friend is the only one that gives me hope. Alas, kind Reader

 Karkat slumps down in the chair and folds his arms across his chest with a huff of anger. “This is so fucking stupid. I hate this!” he complains. “Relax,” I laugh, picking up the scissors. “Besides, do you remember how we met?” Karkat eases up a bit at the mention of the memory. “Yeah, Egbert dragged me here and you about...” he shakes his head, smile fading. “Yeah.” A year ago, Karkat came by with John and received a very awkward haircut from me. Ever since, he and I have become moirails...it’s like best friends for trolls, I think. Now, here we are in the same position

WARNING: It’s KK, guys...he’s a cusser c; “This is ridiculous! I mean what the actual fuck?” The small troll slumps down into the armchair across from you and folds his arms across his chest. You have no idea why your good friend John decided to bring along a guy who hates parties to a party. Not to mention the fact that this “guy” is actually a space alien troll with grey skin and candy corn horns that are tiny just like the rest of him. At least, you assume he’s tiny. You can’t really tell with the baggy turtleneck he’s wearing. You also find him to be adorable. It’s just someth

I clean the rest of the hair supplies and neatly set them in a line on my counter. Well, I guess you could call them hair supplies. Really it’s just a few combs and some scissors. But back to the point. John is coming over today and he’s bringing his friend. He’s asked me to cut his friend’s hair since he’s so tired of it being a ratty mess. In all honesty, I don’t know why John cares; but that’s his deal, not mine. I hear a knock on my door and some faint arguing behind it. As I make my way over to answer them, I can’t help but laugh. This friend of his sounds like a piece of work. He’

Warning: Karkat takes a liking to swear words cx “You’re such a fuckass!” Karkat calls from outside your window. You pull away from his view and fall onto your bed in fits of laughter. Right now, just one story under you outside your window, a freezing and quite angry troll is demanding entrance to your house. It’s snowing right now and Karkat despises the uncomfortable chills the snow gave him. Slowly, you stand back up and put on your best poker face as you look back down at the small troll. His arms are folded across his chest and his glare is at you. You decide that you’ve been torturing your moirail for

“Dave, what’re you doing?” Dave looks at me from behind his oh-so-cool mirror shades and shrugs. “Just doing what I know best.” Dave’s been asking me all week to hang out with him. I’ve reluctantly had to decline due to schoolwork, but now he’s using our hang out time to work on his stupid raps. “I thought you wanted to chill?” I drop my bag onto the couch and cringe at the whiny tone in my voice. Dave laughs a bit at my use of the word “chill”. It’s rare for me to use such a casual term. “We are,” he states as he drops down into his desk chair, slowly