DOLLA DOLLA BILLS YA'LL
SO LAST NIGHT KIND OF SUCKED. THERE WAS THE WHOLE LUCIFER THING AND BLAHBLAHBLAH SORRYABOUTTHAT ETC ETC I DEEPLY REGRET ALL OF IT WHAT KIND OF PERSON I AM BLAHBLAHBLAH THING LAST NIGHT. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY MY HAIR. MY HAIR--THE HORROR THE HORROR. I WASN'T SURE IF I COULD MOVE ON IN LIFE WITHOUT MY BABY. MY EARS WILL BE COLD, THE LADIES WILL BE REPULSED (NOT THAT I NEED TO THE LADIES SINCE CAS AND I...YOU KNOW, WHATEVER. IT'S JUST NICE WHEN THEY LOOK, OKAY?), AND CHRIST, MY LYNYRD SKYRYD FAN CLUB IS NEVER GONNA LET ME LIVE THIS DOWN, AND I JUST--I LIKED MY HAIR, IT WAS ASH. LOSING IT WAS LIKE LOSING A SUPER BADASS ARM AND THE VOID MAY NEVER BE FILLED.
EXCEPT MAYBE WITH CASTIEL'S TONGUE, WHICH IS AN EXPERIMENT I AM DEFINITELY UP FOR TAKING. SO I PRESENT TO YOU, THE CHRONICLES OF FILLING ASH'S HOLE:
FIRST OF ALL, DON'T LET CASTIEL FOOL YOU: HE'S FRISKY. AND HANDSY. IT TAKES A LITTLE FOR HIM TO GET THERE (LIKE OPENING HIS MOUTH, JFC) BUT ONCE HE'S THERE HE'S THERE. POINT IS, I MAY INITIATE, BUT CAS ANGEL-ZAPPED US RIGHT ONTO A BLANKET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PANIC ROOM. SOME ONE HAD TO HAVE PUT IT THERE. PURPOSEFULLY. FOR A REASON. A VERY ASH-LIKE REASON, WHETHER HE WANTS TO ADMIT IT OR NOT.
UH, FACERS. I MIGHT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY HIT A BUTTON OR SOMETHING WHEN I WAS SHOVED. YOU MIGHT WANT TO...WELL, YOU COULD HAVE A VERY INTERESTING VIDEO ABOUT THE EVENTS AFTER YOU LEFT. MIGHT WANNA DELETE THAT.
...ELLEN PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. I AM SORELY DEPRIVED AND MUST TAKE IT WHERE I CAN GET IT.
HAHAHAHA I DON'T EVEN THINK EITHER OF US REALIZED WE WERE ON URIEL UNTIL WE GOT UP. IT JUST FELT LIKE A VERY LUMPYY, SHORT, GRUMPY COUCH. EITHER WAY, HAHAHAHAHA DEAL WITH IT URIEL.
UH, WE ENDED UP ZAPPING INTO ALI'S PLACE ONE TIME...BUT THAT WAS--THAT WAS REALLY DAMN WEIRD. THERE'S CHAINS AND BALL GAGS AND SPANKING CRAP AND THE FLOOR IS JUST COATED IN OLD BACON LUBEDS CONTAINERS (SERIOUSLY ALI, WHAT THE EVEN HELL?) AND GLITTER. I SWEAR TO GOD, THERE WAS EVEN AN OLD PATSY CLINE ALBUM PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. I LIKE CAS AND ALL, BUT THERE'S NO WAY WE GONNA GET ANYTHING DONE WITH EIGHTEEN KINDS OF SCARY SHIT AROUND ME. WE EXCHANGED LOOKS--THOUGH I THINK HIS WAS MORE ALONG THE LINES OF INTEREST AS OPPOSED TO MY PURE HORROR--AND CAS ZAPPED US RIGHT OUTTA THERE.
YEAAAAAAH. SORRY DEAN. IT WAS THE ONLY SOLID SURFACE AROUND. LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, THE THING'S BEEN THROUGH DEMON ATTACKS, A HUGE WRECK, PLENTY OF GHOSTS, AND IS STILL KICKIN'. A BIT OF TONSIL HOCKEY SHOULD BE A WELCOME RELIEF.
OOC: P.S. IGNORE THE MULLET. CAS--WHO MADE THE PICTURES FOR THIS AND IS OBVIOUSLY THE GREATEST--COULD FIND ONES WITHOUT A MULLET THAT WORKED.
P.S.S. IN PARALLEL TO THIS POST here4castiel AND MYSELF HAVE BEEN WORKING ON PROJECT PRETTY FACE IN WHICH WE SPENT THE WEEK MAKING ahmnomnom HILARIOUSLY PARANOID BY DROPPING HINTS THAT THIS POST WAS GOING TO MEAN SOMETHING OMINOUS FOR HER CHARACTER. WE NEVER GAVE THE EXACT DETAILS, BUT RATHER LET THE IDEA STEW AND BUILD INTO SOMETHING AWFUL IN HER BRAIN WHILE WE SAT BACK LAUGHING.
WE CHRONICLE THE EVENTS HERE AND I SUGGEST YOU CHECK IT OUT BECAUSE IT'S AWESOME. I UNLOCKED THE ENTRY (MY JOURNAL IS USUALLY FRIEND'S ONLY), BUT I OPENED IT UP SO PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T ADDED ME (Y U H8 ME?) CAN READ THE TRUE EXTENT OF THIS POST.
EXCEPT MAYBE WITH CASTIEL'S TONGUE, WHICH IS AN EXPERIMENT I AM DEFINITELY UP FOR TAKING. SO I PRESENT TO YOU, THE CHRONICLES OF FILLING ASH'S HOLE:
FIRST OF ALL, DON'T LET CASTIEL FOOL YOU: HE'S FRISKY. AND HANDSY. IT TAKES A LITTLE FOR HIM TO GET THERE (LIKE OPENING HIS MOUTH, JFC) BUT ONCE HE'S THERE HE'S THERE. POINT IS, I MAY INITIATE, BUT CAS ANGEL-ZAPPED US RIGHT ONTO A BLANKET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PANIC ROOM. SOME ONE HAD TO HAVE PUT IT THERE. PURPOSEFULLY. FOR A REASON. A VERY ASH-LIKE REASON, WHETHER HE WANTS TO ADMIT IT OR NOT.
UH, FACERS. I MIGHT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY HIT A BUTTON OR SOMETHING WHEN I WAS SHOVED. YOU MIGHT WANT TO...WELL, YOU COULD HAVE A VERY INTERESTING VIDEO ABOUT THE EVENTS AFTER YOU LEFT. MIGHT WANNA DELETE THAT.
...ELLEN PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. I AM SORELY DEPRIVED AND MUST TAKE IT WHERE I CAN GET IT.
HAHAHAHA I DON'T EVEN THINK EITHER OF US REALIZED WE WERE ON URIEL UNTIL WE GOT UP. IT JUST FELT LIKE A VERY LUMPYY, SHORT, GRUMPY COUCH. EITHER WAY, HAHAHAHAHA DEAL WITH IT URIEL.
UH, WE ENDED UP ZAPPING INTO ALI'S PLACE ONE TIME...BUT THAT WAS--THAT WAS REALLY DAMN WEIRD. THERE'S CHAINS AND BALL GAGS AND SPANKING CRAP AND THE FLOOR IS JUST COATED IN OLD BACON LUBEDS CONTAINERS (SERIOUSLY ALI, WHAT THE EVEN HELL?) AND GLITTER. I SWEAR TO GOD, THERE WAS EVEN AN OLD PATSY CLINE ALBUM PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. I LIKE CAS AND ALL, BUT THERE'S NO WAY WE GONNA GET ANYTHING DONE WITH EIGHTEEN KINDS OF SCARY SHIT AROUND ME. WE EXCHANGED LOOKS--THOUGH I THINK HIS WAS MORE ALONG THE LINES OF INTEREST AS OPPOSED TO MY PURE HORROR--AND CAS ZAPPED US RIGHT OUTTA THERE.
YEAAAAAAH. SORRY DEAN. IT WAS THE ONLY SOLID SURFACE AROUND. LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, THE THING'S BEEN THROUGH DEMON ATTACKS, A HUGE WRECK, PLENTY OF GHOSTS, AND IS STILL KICKIN'. A BIT OF TONSIL HOCKEY SHOULD BE A WELCOME RELIEF.
OOC: P.S. IGNORE THE MULLET. CAS--WHO MADE THE PICTURES FOR THIS AND IS OBVIOUSLY THE GREATEST--COULD FIND ONES WITHOUT A MULLET THAT WORKED.
P.S.S. IN PARALLEL TO THIS POST here4castiel AND MYSELF HAVE BEEN WORKING ON PROJECT PRETTY FACE IN WHICH WE SPENT THE WEEK MAKING ahmnomnom HILARIOUSLY PARANOID BY DROPPING HINTS THAT THIS POST WAS GOING TO MEAN SOMETHING OMINOUS FOR HER CHARACTER. WE NEVER GAVE THE EXACT DETAILS, BUT RATHER LET THE IDEA STEW AND BUILD INTO SOMETHING AWFUL IN HER BRAIN WHILE WE SAT BACK LAUGHING.
WE CHRONICLE THE EVENTS HERE AND I SUGGEST YOU CHECK IT OUT BECAUSE IT'S AWESOME. I UNLOCKED THE ENTRY (MY JOURNAL IS USUALLY FRIEND'S ONLY), BUT I OPENED IT UP SO PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T ADDED ME (Y U H8 ME?) CAN READ THE TRUE EXTENT OF THIS POST.