Ok, it’s time for an education. It’s not entirely your fault you’re utterly ignorant since the medical industrial complex AND the hatefilled society in which we all live both actively seek to reinforce the binary at any and all costs and purposefully…
D̜̪͎̏ͭ́͜Ĭ̴͍̅͝D̴̬̯̎ͪ̿ͧ͋ͩ ̵̡̫̭͇̼͈̰̊ͧ̏ͬ̊̆̔ͅY̨̪̻̫̣̒̓͟O̗̞͚͕̞͋̈̏ͫ̒ͫ͠͞U̢̫̲͈̫̙̣̺ͣͨ̋̓̔́͞ ̭͖͚̗̎̉̿̀̚͡Ç̱͖̃̎ͣ̉̓U̸̢̦͎͎̝ͩ̑̆͌ͮͫ͛͗T̺̬̹͇̳̔ͮ̄̓ͭͧ͋ͯ̀ ̷̢̛̻͈̬̲̦̀̔̅ͣͥ̌̀Dͦͬ͏̨̖̩O͕͎̝̣̰̟ͥ͋ͩ͌ͣ̕͟W̭̳̦͓͓͇̝ͯͬ̌͢Ņ͖͕͕͎͖̠̗̃̒̂̔́ ̸̲̫̘̫̜̣͎̈ͣͧ̎̒ͭͣ͟Ţ̦̝͖̪͎̘͔͑̑̈͒̀ͫH̡͙̖͍͛̎̎̓ͧͩ̔Iͯ̌͂̾͌͂͏̷̜̬͎͕Ş̧̘͈̻̃ͭͫ͘ ̺̘̝̩̩ͯ́ͅT͙̱͓̖̪ͮͯͭ̔͑̚͜ͅR̦̬͍̫̬̺̜̖̳͗̈́ͮ͢͡Ĕ҉̤̟̞̱̠̜̭̯͘Ȅ̴̖̺̼͇̞͙̗̗ͩͨͩ̓̋̎?̵̜̫̜͇̩̪͓̙͎ͧͨ̈́̓͋
Will Graham is shopping for the perfect sweater at good will
then he stumbles upon it, the perfect sweater
it has a dog pattern
“Yes” he whispers “This is my design”
I have… I literally have no words for this message.
Anon, whoever you are, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU. Really, thank you.
I’d love reading more fans like you.
“And here I thought, that you of all people, would be wantin’ to haul ass outta here.”
Castiel shifted irritably, but he didn’t reply, and didn’t move his eyes from the still figure before them.
“Listen, Feathers – “
“If you insist on carrying on a conversation, you could at least do me the dignity of using my name instead of asinine references to birds and” – again, with the air quotes – “‘finger foods,’ both of which I decidedly am not.”
Benny smirked. He briefly thought of pushing his luck, seeing what it would take to break Cas’ steadfast stance, but Dean’s advice echoed in his mind: ‘Don’t piss off the nerd angel, Benny. That’s a one-way ticket to a first-class ass-smiting.’ Dean had cringed and unconsciously rubbed at the ridge of his cheekbone. ‘Trust me.’
“Alright, Cas,” he drawled, deliberately drawing it out. “While I’m really digging your statue impression, I’m not really interested in hangin’ around here like sitting ducks.”
“Again with the bird analogies,” Cas muttered under his breath. “We were fortunate to find this spot. I can’t sense any immediate danger at the moment, and Dean needs to rest. Let him be for a while longer.”
Oh, I like.
also a little feel good dean/cas retrospective:
- “your angel”
- “I prayed to you, every night!”
- “I have a price on my head, and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to—to keep them away from you.”
- “Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home.”
- “Cas, we’re gonna shove…
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I wonder if Cas was excited, walking into that room. He’d spent weeks on his own, months really, trauma after trauma layering on top of him, weighing him down. He was gravely injured, and he went to the one place he knew he would be safe; he went home. I wonder if when he got up that morning, feeling less like he was spilling out from a hole in his side, he lay back with a rare sense of contentment, because he was safe, because he was with his family. He knew it couldn’t last, but at least in that moment everything was okay, because he could see Dean again, could feel the glow of happiness he always feels around him. And when he got up to join his family, his heart was pounding because even when it all goes to shit, everything is better when he can be with Dean. I wonder if he was excited, happy, contented, for the first time in a while, to be able to see the love of his life.
And oh how quickly that happiness crumbled.
GEE IT’S NOT LIKE I NEEDED MY HEART OR ANYTHING
This is not something I needed I just Cas stop please Dean no please
YOU TWO ARE THE WORST
WHAT ARE THEY DOING RICHARDDDDDDD ROBBBB STAAAPPPPHHHH
I haven’t laughed that hard in awhile omfg.
Saving the world, one wrinkled dress shirt at a time (x).
there were like three fucking books with queer characters in them in my high school library, and i didn’t even find them until my senior year. in fact, i think that two of them weren’t even there until my senior year. i have read a grand total of five books with queer characters in…
Yes, I’m talking to you.
You, person who shipped Kirk and Spock from day one. You, person who likes to pair up every two good-looking dudes who show up on the screen together. You, person who has that one gay OTP you can’t seem to escape. You, person who carefully looks at character interactions and picks out the pairing you just know would work. You, person who simply loves fanfiction.
All of you.
First of all, I don’t like the term “slash,” but there’s not really a more all-encompassing term other than the shipping of homosexual pairings, which lacks in brevity what slash lacks in felicity, so I’ll just keep saying “slash” against my better judgment for now.
I’m addressing you specifically — rather than people who don’t participate in slash shipping — because there’s a trend I’ve noticed among us. And, obviously, it’s a trend I don’t like.
It’s no secret that slash shipping isn’t exactly smiled upon by society.
We’re usually written off as delusional, horny, fantasy-obsessed fangirls who just want to see those two hot guys have sex, dammit. We obsess about it, write terrible fanfiction about it, draw pornographic fanart of it, painstakingly analyze every last lingering gaze between the characters in question. Delusional, delusional, delusional. It’s something to be ashamed of. Something no decent person who truly understands the show/movie/book/etc. would want to hear about, surely. Something that ought to stay within our private little pockets of fantasy. Something that would clearly never happen in the actual plot, and if you think otherwise, well, you’re a crazy fangirl — you should have known better.
We’re used to hearing all that. We expect it. In fact, we count on it.
But the truly disturbing part of it is, we’ve internalized it.