belly of fists and starvation

Prop recreations, Timeline tracking, Character analyses, Other Shit

[mooredmisery]

Welcome to my humble (SPN alt blog) abode

This is where I'll be blogging all SPN content (which I've been flooding my poor Hannibal moots with for the past four months on my main)

I'll mostly be focused on Castiel and Dean— just know that if I'm posting Sam stuff, I'm in my feelings and it's gonna be sad around here— with heavy focus on destiel stuff

Nsfw art and text posts make rounds on this blog so beware.

Main - @mooredanxieties

~ Moored [Ace, Demiro, 23y, NB]

[aturnoftheearth]

absolutely robbed of a scene where dean realizes that cas LETS him hold him back

[coureirsix]

mmmmmmm just a scene where cas is with another person, crowley perhaps, where something is happening and cas tries to charge forward and crowley is the one to put his hand on cas’ chest and cas just. fucking ragdolls him out of the way and dean watches crowley, the demon king of hell crowley, fly at least 6 feet away and whoever cas was going after is already on the ground because dean was trying to process this entire thing

[aturnoftheearth]

@crawldoutofthesea LITERALLY

[frijolebean]

Happy gay month

[03josten]

stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it

[03josten]

oh my god i'm so tired psychotic does not mean violent it does not mean angry or erratic. it refers to a person suffering from psychosis, a loss of touch with reality that includes hallucinations and/or delusions. psychotic people are not inherently violent and y'all need to understand how much stigma you create when you again and again incorrectly use the word psychotic without even thinking about it

[03josten]

would appreciate if non-psychotic people could reblog this

[castielmode]

one thing about me is i will use my baby blues to manipulate you. my big beautiful sad eyes. batting them at you right now and you dont even remember any of the murders or anything

[castielmode]

[chaoticdean]

Dean was stretched out against the headboard in a pair of worn gray pajama pants, bare skin warm beneath the dim yellow light of his bedside lamp. Castiel was curled against him in nothing but dark boxers, one leg tangled lazily with Dean’s while the laptop balanced dangerously near Dean’s knee played an old movie neither of them had been paying attention to for at least twenty minutes.

Dean carded his fingers absentmindedly through Castiel’s hair.

“You know,” he murmured, “normal couples probably don’t spend date night researching fake FBI badges and eating cold takeout.”

Castiel hummed against his chest. “That is because normal couples are cowards.”

Dean barked out a laugh, the sound vibrating under Castiel’s cheek. “Wow. Okay. Hostile.”

“I’m merely observant.”

“Sure you are.”

The movie exploded into a loud car chase scene. Dean reached over to lower the volume before settling back again, his arm immediately returning around Castiel’s shoulders like it belonged there.

Which it did.

Cas traced lazy shapes over Dean’s stomach with two fingers. “Sam bought oat milk again.”

Dean groaned dramatically. “Don’t remind me. Man looked me dead in the eyes this morning and said it was ‘creamier.’”

“You were offended for several hours.”

“I’m still offended.”

Castiel tilted his head just enough to look up at him. “You are very sensitive.”

Dean narrowed his eyes fondly. “You say that while cuddling me like a teddy bear.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cas.”

“I am simply existing near you.”

Dean snorted and squeezed his hip. “Uh huh.”

Castiel let his head settle back onto Dean’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat beneath his ear while Dean’s fingers continued combing slowly through his hair. The room felt warm. Safe. Dean smelled like soap and sleep and the lingering traces of coffee.

The realization crept over him quietly.

He had become accustomed to this.

Not simply sharing space with Dean, not the occasional touches or kisses stolen in motel kitchens or against the Impala after hunts. This. The softness of it. The ease.

The domesticity.

Dean adjusting the blanket over both of them without even looking away from the movie.

Dean rubbing slow circles into his back because he knew Castiel liked it.

Dean letting him steal all the warmth without complaint.

Castiel frowned faintly.

Dean noticed immediately, because of course he did. “What’s going on in that giant angel brain?”

Castiel was quiet for a moment.

Then, softly, “I think I’ve become very comfortable with you.”

Dean’s expression melted into something unbearably tender.

“Well,” he said lightly, “yeah, sweetheart. That’s usually what happens when you’ve been dating somebody for years.”

Castiel ignored the teasing. “No, I mean…” He glanced down at where his hand rested over Dean’s heart. “This feels natural to me now. I did not expect that.”

Dean’s face softened further somehow.

“C’mere,” he murmured.

Castiel was already as close as physically possible, but Dean still tugged him higher against his chest until Cas was half sprawled over him. Dean pressed a kiss into his hairline.

“You know what’s natural to me now?” Dean said quietly.

“What?”

“You being here.”

Castiel looked up at him.

Dean smiled, sleepy and crooked and entirely fond. “Also you stealing all the blankets. Which is impressive considering you literally run colder than humanly possible.”

“I cannot regulate my temperature properly in this vessel.”

“Yeah, yeah. Excuses.”

Castiel leaned up just enough to kiss him, slow and familiar.

Dean kissed him back with a soft hum, one hand sliding up along his spine.

When they pulled apart, Dean rested his forehead against his for a second before mumbling, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I was under the impression you found me devastatingly handsome.”

Dean grinned. “See? Comfortable. Couple years ago you would’ve stared at me like a confused tax accountant if I flirted with you.”

“That still occurs occasionally.”

“Yeah, but now you flirt back, so.” Dean kissed the corner of his mouth. “Character development.”

[bitchinwallabyfaves]

Ahh my heart, this is gorgeous. ♥︎♥︎

[beybuniki]

crazy how cas never had to stay with the brothers in a motel room crazy how he never had to share a bed with dean

[hettolandija]

Good News: Castiel's confession is romantic instead of open to interpretation.

Bad News: Dean's reaction to it is not romantic and is no longer open to interpretation.

What happed to "And, it’s like… the artist isn’t going to stand next to that piece of art and tell you what to see. You-you should be able to see… and it should be able to mean what it means to you." ?

What happed to "well, artists don’t stand in a gallery next to their painting and tell you exactly what you should be seeing" ?

What happed to "I kind of knew what I was trying to play with him, but at the same time what came across from a visual standpoint and a storytelling standpoint, and the audience perspective could be a multitude of things. And I would just, I would never want to tell someone what they should and shouldn’t see."?

What happed to "There were no choices made on Dean’s part, and I hope I made that apparent because he was dealing with something far greater than what Cas was expressing to him. He was dealing with his friend was about to die. So I’m not sure that Dean absorbed or processed anything that was coming out of his mouth at that moment. And I will say that they were cornered. You know, you had these two characters who only know how to fight and they were in a corner that couldn’t get out of. So you couple that with the fact that now this person, this best friend is now going to sacrifice himself. I think it was all too much for one human to kind of absorb."?

[shallowseeker]

They should've given us one of those reverse Psycho shower scenes with Dean, where someone gets the jump on him in the shower and he wins.

[destielrotsmybrain]

One day I will write my Lebanon story from John's pov where he realises that Dean reminds him of the old shell shocked WW2 vets he grew up around and its entirely his fault because of the way he raised him.

[pbeeanjay]

hugging him under the trench coat… get a room

[pollsnatural]

Claire should get a pet.

[pollsnatural]

A cat that looks like a plushy cat Cas gave her on her birthday.

[pollsnatural]

Important note: she adopts it after Cas' death.

[aliveboydean]

hi john winchester quick question - why did you leave salmondean alone in that motel room when you were hunting the shtriga? why would you need to? in the show’s lore - the shtriga works in annual cycles and goes through one town, ONE, each time. meaning that since the creature went after sam, presumably the motel was in the same town where the hunt was. so why did you need to leave the motel for days? where did you go? and moreover - we see in the “now” part of this episode that the shtriga isn’t particular with the order of the children. sometimes it takes the youngest first (two queens kid’s family), sometimes the oldest (the lay me down to sleep girl from the start of the ep) - what was the plan if it’s gone after dean first? sam’s how old here? four? five? you told dean to protect sam, but did you even think that dean might’ve been the first victim?

[aliveboydean]

like basically all this is proof to me that john was using these kids as bait. he shows up pretty quickly when the shtriga’s attacking sam, once he realizes dean’s hesitating (he’s 9). he told dean not to leave the room at all for anything (bait’s not much use if it’s not on the hook.) and probably watched as dean took a walk and didn’t say anything. and then yelled at him later for putting sam in danger. and almost twenty years later dean is still blaming himself for all of it.

[17yearslatewithlattes]

Yeah. Yeah. Also: as soon as the striga is gone he packs them up and leaves them with Pastor Jim. Which seems very much to indicate. That he had a safe place he could have dropped his children off at a moment’s notice while he hunted. the child killing monster. Instead of leaving them alone in the child-killing monster’s neighbourhood, which is the course he chose, for some reason,

[soft-pine]

thinking about those s1 eps when john shows up and it's framed so that at first you're supposed to think it's a monster but then you're supposed to be relieved that it's only john stalking sam and dean. but like....

[saintemiliosandoz]

I explained the episode where cas gets conversion therapied into killing dean only for Dean to be able to break the brainwashing by saying “I need you” on his knees, and it really does sound. So absurd when you say it out loud

[saintemiliosandoz]

Me: so the episode starts with cas and Dean fighting, and Cas killing Dean and you’re like. What the fuck. And then the camera pans out and you just see hundreds of Dean bodies around him

Her: was it only Dean?

Me: yes it was only Dean

[carisstiel]

can u imagine. how it felt to be dean winchester. yearning and pining for 12 years over your angel boy best friend. you asked him out on dates and he repeatedly turned you down. you flirted with him. you prayed to him every night. you kept his moldy trench coat in your car. you made him a mixtape. can you imagine how it felt to stand in front of him as he cried and said all these things about how great you are. and then he says the one thing I want. I know I can’t have. he says I LOVE YOU. (!!!!!!!!!!!!) GOODBYE DEAN. and then he DIES

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.