New Castiel Torchwood headcanon:
Cas acquired guitar skill at some point and does play. Primarily because it’s a conduit to emotion. That’s not actually new, I’ve wanted Cas to pick up a guitar since I picked one up myself.
This is new: Cas has a slow-growing collection of vintage electric guitars. Some of them were acquired ‘out of time,’ saved from untimely demise at the hands of careless players. As such, these guitars aren’t allowed out of his private collection and nobody (except possibly Jack) is aware of their nature.
Most of them, however, were acquired legitimately. He keeps these for a reason: to run tests. Cas has a pet theory that electric guitars are a conduit to the soul, that creative energy is stored in the organic tissue of the wood over time, and that a guitar in the right hands is a sacred object.
He’s been developing tests for years, in his free time, measuring tiny differences in soundwaves from instrument to instrument; player to player.
This is because he’s not entirely sure angels didn’t have a hand in the creation of the first Les Paul. Namely: Gabriel.
The Avengers meeting their actors:
in-the-end-you-will-always-kneel:
Tom + Loki:
Chris + Steve
Clint + Jeremy:
Natasha + Scarlett:
Chris + Thor:
Mark + Bruce
Tony + RDJ
Fury + Samuel:
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE POST EVER,
MOST ACCURATE POST
Sebastian + Pre WS!Bucky
Sebastian + Winter Soldier Bucky
Anthony + Sam
I HAD TO DO IT. I HAD TO.
tHE DOCTOR BEING PROTECTED BY CAS ALL THOSE TIMES HE BARELY MADE IT OUT ALIVE sorry I’ll stop with the head canons now :P
Castiel looked down at the dusty, bedraggled Doctor with an impassive expression. “My people find you to be an interfering nuisance.”
The Doctor sat forward, bent over his gangling knees. A puff of fine chalky dust rose from his hair as he ruffled it. “Well,” he gasped, “given that you’re here and I’m still not… whatever your people like to do to things like me…” he shaded his eyes and peered up over his glasses at the angel, “you must feel differently.”
“Jack likes you,” Castiel replied, cool.
“Reckon you’re not Jack.”
“No.”
“Well, that’s a bit noncommittal for the fellow who just bent time to keep me from squishing like a grape.”
Castiel squinted at the Doctor in disapproval. “If you’re so insistent—”
The Doctor bobbed his head. “Usually, yeah.” His humor was lost on the angel, who seemed in an even fouler mood for the interruption.
“—I tolerate you. With a significant level of personal control.”
“Ah.” They regarded one another in silence for a moment, before the Doctor’s eyes widened in recognition.
“Ohhhh. You’re *sweet* on our Jack!”
Being found out clearly sat no better with Castiel than interruptions. “And now that you have your answers, I expect you’ll be in a hurry to leave. As usual,” he snapped. The Doctor had time to make an appropriately puzzled face, before a dismissive wave of Castiel’s hand saw him back to the controls of the TARDIS. Leftover force from the trip nearly took him to the floor all over again, but he snatched the edge of the console in time to steady himself.
“Well, that was abrupt.”
The TARDIS fizzed. The Doctor’s rolled his eyes.
“Oh, he was *not* right, don’t you start in!”
