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“I can overtake at Monaco.”

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“Identity Fluid” Pride Patterns: Part 1

Just in time for pride month, here’s some bubbly liquidy pride flag designs. You can find shirts, stickers, etc with these designs on my redbubble, which is linked in my blog header. I will also link in the reblogs of this post. (sorry for no link in the original post, sometimes tumblr excludes posts from searches when there’s an external link in the original post)

I have included large un-watermarked versions of the designs in this post in case someone wants to use them for backgrounds, headers, icons, etc. Which is absolutely allowed, HOWEVER I request that you credit me should you use them. People have reposted my art or posts without credit on other sites before and I would really prefer that not happen again. I would also like it if you let me know if you are using these for something, however that is not a requirement as long as you credit me.

This is Part 1 of this set of designs, I will be posting the rest of the designs shortly. If you do not see the flag that you want in either of those posts, please feel free to request it.

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Some Ginny x Luna for HP Rare Fest on LJ! Link to full view

Tony Stark: Friday give me a status report. How is my new Avenger getting along with the team?

Friday: Jessica Jones has proceeded to tell Captain America or as she refers to him Captain Popsicle to eat her ass four times, had sex with Thor, drank half of your liquor cabinet, proceeded to threaten Mr.Barton that she would report him to the IRS if he didn't give her the last piece of pizza,was tazed by Miss Romanoff twice and is currently playing Mario Kart with Mister Hulk

Tony Stark(tearing up): She is perfect

Title: The Wireless Author: almaasi Artist: DGiggity Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings: Alternate Canon, Carnival, Fluff, Romance, Solarpunk, Kissing Booths, Tent Sex, Tattooed Castiel, Angel Wings Posting Date: 10/10/2017

Summary:  Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind.

For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel…

Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

- - -

Castiel shifted in his seat, tailcoat sliding on the plastic bench. He made sure his feet were steady in the metal footwell below; his stomach was already doing flips of excitement. “Oh, man,” Dean breathed, eyes turning upward, glazing over as he stared at the ferris wheel’s inner framework. “I forgot I’m afraid of heights.” “Too late now,” Castiel smiled, as their cart lifted off the ground, going backwards. The next cart gradually approached the ground, and once there, the wheel mechanism paused to let those passengers off, and to let the next couple on. Dean breathed out through pursed lips. “It won’t be so bad once you’re up there,” Castiel said softly. Dean sneered. “Yeah, right.” “What could distract you?” Dean did look around, but his eyes lighted on Castiel’s mask. “Your face could,” he said with a quick smirk. “You, uh, feel like unmasking yet? Nobody’ll see you but me.” This time, Castiel removed the mask without hesitation, leaving it on his lap. He was confident Dean could not see his scars, as he’d taken his seat so his scars were furthest from Dean’s sight. “Hey,” Dean said, batting his hand at Castiel’s thigh. The wheel moved again; they began to rise once more. Their cradle swung gently on its support, rocking them forward and back by a few inches. “Cas, look at me?” Castiel turned his eyes to Dean’s knees, but didn’t angle his face far enough that Dean saw the purple makeup or all the mica stars adorning his ruined skin. “Hey,” Dean said again, more gently. His hand smelled of rose bathroom soap; he placed his fingers against Castiel’s chin and eased his face around so their eyes met. Castiel gulped, monumentally insecure under Dean’s scrutiny. “Why don’t you want anyone to see?” Dean asked. He looked at Castiel’s makeup, then into his eyes. Castiel peered back and saw the rainbow illumination just touching against Dean’s skin, neon pink, then violet, then blue. “Don’t you hide your scars?” Castiel asked back. Dean grinned. “Nah. Battle wounds, man.” He showed Castiel the underside of his forearm, fingers running over a jagged scar, healed badly. His fingers slid up to his right hand, over his knuckles: the light from the ferris wheel threw a pale line into focus, slashed between his bones - and Dean moved on, showing Castiel a still-healing streak across his left palm. And then Dean closed his fist, eyes turning back to Castiel’s. “You read fortunes. Guesswork, you said. But I’d bet anything you know as well as I do, Cas: people tell their story without saying a word.”

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