Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.
Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.
That’s the art you mean, right?
Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.
Oh, nice pick, babe! I’m totally enamored with them too, so I totes understand. *nods* Number generated: 14 - Air Kiss. (Why is the Random Number Generator so much fucking fun to play with btw??) meme here.
"Lyle Lovett Parrish, you old so and so," Stiles said brightly, leaning in and making a loud smacking sound right in Parrish’s ear while he pressed their cheeks together.
Parrish pushed him off by his face, Stiles wobbling precariously as he’d been sitting on the edge of Parrish’s desk and leaning across it.
"I told you my name, Stiles," he ground out. "Jordan. My name is Jordan, you can stop making them up now.”
Stiles popped his mouth thoughtfully. ”And I thought we agreed that Jordan doesn’t fit you at all so I’m going to keep making them up until we hit on a better one that we both agree on? Memory of a goldfish, I swear.” Stiles sat up straight and hollered, “Dad, your best deputy has the memory of a goldfish!”
Parrish ignored him, saying mockingly, “How about Jordan?”
"You’re not even trying. Are you sure you don’t like Kyle?" Stiles asked again. He shrugged. "Or Ryan?" He held up his thumb, closed one of his eyes and squinted the open one. "Yep, either of those work so much better."
His dad clapped him on the shoulder before he could suggest ‘Darwin’ again. He happened to like ‘Darwin.’ ”Bothering my deputy again?”
"Not at all, I’m fixing his name for him."
The sheriff’s lips quirked and he schooled them back into neutrality with a careful cough. ”I still like Esmereldo.”
"Esme for short, right? That one was kick-ass." Parrish just scowled at the both of them. "All right, it’s decided. Esmereldo, so long." Stiles leaned back in to pop another obnoxious kiss in the air by Parrish’s cheek but he turned, glowering, at the same moment and Stiles caught him so their lips were fully flush against each other’s.
Stiles blinked into Parrish’s wide eyes but didn’t pull away.
His dad threw up his hands, turned on his heel and called over his shoulder, “He’s nineteen and I don’t want to know.”
Parrish pulled back slightly. ”Nineteen, huh?”
Stiles swallowed dumbly.
"Come on, let’s get out of here, Radosława,” Parrish said with a smirk, standing up from his seat.
"I—you—that’s a girl’s name," Stiles sputtered out, brows furrowed.
Parrish rolled his eyes. ”My apologies, Radosławo.”
Stiles grinned stupidly wide. ”That’s more like it, Esmereldo.”
IF THEY KNEW CAS WAS INFAMOUS FOR BEING A LITTLE SHIT AND FUCKING STUFF UP FOR THE ANGELS AND PICKING HUMANITY
WHY WOULD THEY SEND HIM IN AFTER DEAN IN HELL I MEAN HONESTLY???
“OH YEAH LET’S JUST SEND THE DUDE IN THAT REBELS EVERY TIME LET’S DO IT GUYS”
OR MAYBE HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO AND WHEN HE ANNOUNCED HE SAVED DEAN EVERYONE WAS LIKE
“OH DAMMIT NOT THIS AGAIN”
DOES THAT MEAN CAS IS THE SPN VERSION OF MOON MOON?