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Election day. Ugh.

*hides under blankets and doesn't come out until tomorrow*





(On the other hand, I've started listening to my Christmas TSO, and yes, their Christmas story about the bar and the girl and the angel still can make me cry like a baby. :D )

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Okay, I take it back. There are two things I do like about today, Election Day in the US.

1) We have the freedom to vote. We can cast a ballot and register our opinion as to who gets to be in power. The election may not always go the way we want, but we do have the option of arguing our case and making our vote. That isn't the case in a lot of countries. I don't know what percentage of the world is able to make a decision, however tiny, that adds up to one big decision about who gets to be in charge, but we are. And that means a lot to me.

2) A lot of people are exercising that freedom. A whole lot. More than, certainly, I've ever seen before. A lot of people for the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time in their lives, are getting fired up to believe that they can make a difference. They have hope. They have spark. And whatever side they're on, that's a hell of a lot of something. Something that I believe to be good. Whatever changes they're hoping for, hope in general is good.

So, yeah. Now I'm going to go back to hiding. Do the dragon thing. And if you're a US citizen, GO VOTE.

Oh, and happy early Guy Fawkes. May your fireworks not be painfully loud and aggressive.

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RP Smut to the left of me, angel-porn to the right...

[Fic] The Angel of Thursday

Title: The Angel of Thursday Part 4: Surprise
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Ruby/Castiel
Word Count: 5,260+
Rating: R
Summary: Entirely a justification for one of the most unlikely pairings ever.
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By the time it got to the bed he had justified it all sorts of ways. If he was damned to Fall already, he would have been for having interactions with a demon, let alone this. For his doubts, not for this single act. If he were not, if he was to be forgiven, then he was already, for with what she was doing to him he still had not lusted in his heart, or at least he didn't think so. There was a need for companionship in this lonely, exiled task. There was a need to be with someone who knew what he was and made no demands, there was a need simply to put aside the burden for a little while. All of these justifications and the doubts just kept crawling through his mind. Nothing made it any better.

Nothing convinced him to stop, either.

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