thank god for pandas

well, turns out he was kind of a dick.

Desintegration, the disembodied voice sings softly in clear, detached syllables. The tones are devoid of the soft human tones, drowned under the layers of electronic smoothing and artistic echoes. Still, despite the crush of bodies around him, the sweaty and suffocating air that clog his lungs, there is something sensual and alluring in the whispers of the singer and as he watches the lascivious curves of the dancers around him, Castiel realizes that the men and women respond to it, with hips slotted close together, breath humid on bared necks.

The beat drops suddenly, the bass line flares like a sudden explosion and the dancers explode around him, in unison, without grace or self-awareness. Their heads nod, eyes tightly closed, following the relentless hammering of electronic music. Castiel watches them with envy, as he feels the loud beat reverberate in his ribcage, knowing that his tight control on his vessel would not allow him to reproduce the chaotic flailing of the dancers.

Under the flashing lights,red blue green in rapid succession, it hurts his eyes,Castiel spots Sam’s difficult advance through the waves of dancers. He stands out, much like Castiel, eyes narrowed in suspicion rather than pleasure, gait slow and careful. Like everybody in the club, he is hunter, but his bait is a shifter, rather than sex and amusement.

…

—the only fandom where authors actually put the word love as a warning for their story.

—i have a huge crush on Tom Hiddleston.huge.

—-I have already. The hard part is not to give up. I will finish this story.

— sans passer par la case départ.