Saan's Corner

So, who’s seen Princess Tutu?

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Imagine your icon holding your hand and rubbing your back when you feel sad.

Pfffft.

He does not look like Misha. He does not look like Misha. He does not like Misha.

“Just shower, alright?” Sam says, returning his attention to the food.

“How?” Lucifer asks after a beat.

Sam pauses for a moment and then smiles into the oatmeal.

“You go in there, strip, get into the shower and then just turn the handle.”

“That’s it.”

“You can figure the rest out yourself, I’m sure.”

He can almost feel Lucifer squinting at him, but after a moment he hears him get up and pad across the wooden floors towards the bathroom.

Sam stops stirring and waits.

There’s a handful of scrambling noises, a few disgusted sighs, then silence, silence, and finally the sounds of a metal handle being turned.

Lucifer screams. And it’s even more high pitched and frantic than Sam was hoping for.

They’re trapped in a cabin in the winter wonderland known as northern Canada. How’s the temp, Luci?

(Source: archiveofourown.org)

The wind rips against him all the harder, voice hardly anything at all, caught like a bit of paper and tossed up into the sky, useless and lost.

Gasp~ So close to feeling like a plastic bag, Sam.

“Lucifer, did you find anything?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Lucifer said. He walked to the table he’d been sitting at, picking up the book he’d been reading. It seemed like it would fit with the Winchesters’ particular style.

“Lucifer?” the woman asked. “You have a librarian named Lucifer?”

“Am I a librarian now?” Lucifer asked, handing the book to Dean who was closer.

Your fling was Prometheus, your son dies every day, and you can’t put two-and-two together to realize Lucifer means Lucifer? *squint*

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klinklang:

can someone please tell me what game this is from? it kinda looks like digimon but im not too sure

thank you very much