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Took a few-something month Cas detox and decided to draw him to cure my seasonal depression. I’m healed
steve rogers goes to his own exhibit with only a baseball cap as a disguise….. and only a kid recognizes him. its a trend that’s continued through the whole film. no one recognizes him bc of his face. seventy years under ice and history has replaced steve rogers almost completely with captain america. he’s been overshadowed by a legend. which, to me, makes it even more meaningful that when steve wears his vintage cap costume to jog bucky’s memory it doesn’t work. its not until the cowl is knocked aside, the shield is dropped, and all that’s left is a little guy from brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, that bucky remembers him
and the only time anyone recognizes him, its in front of the words ‘james buchanan barnes’ just for the winter soldier to say ‘i knew him’ after hearing the name bucky from steve’s mouth
No matter what else happens, it's now firmly established canon that the bond between Dean and Cas is the only thing in this entire universe (multiverse, even) that God has never been able to account for, rewrite, prevent, or undo. Regardless of what happens in the last three episodes I think I'm gonna carry that with me for a long time
Sam, who lost every girl he loved: well, you have to keep living. I still managed to get my life together, got married, raised a son
Dean, who lost Cas: *stumbled on a nail and died too*
We watched the first Captain America and I have to say, I forgot about all the gay subtext.
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Cas and Dean being codependent in a way that even Sam “I would sell my soul to save Dean” Winchester finds fucked up.
Sam: I’m telling you man this is not normal. I mean Dean actually grieves every time they’re apart for more than a day and like, Cas would kill himself right now if you said it would save Dean.
Charlie: Yeah, but so would you moose.
Sam: I mean sure but like I’d at least try something else first! Here, just look- watch this. CAS! GET IN HERE!
Cas: *appears* Sam. Charlie.
Sam: Uh, hey Cas. You know how Dean’s birthday is next month?
Cas: Yes. I have been planning to take him on a camping trip. He says he enjoys them.
Charlie: Camping? Like Brokeback Mountain?
Cas: Exactly. Dean enjoys that movie, though I haven’t seen it yet he says he’d love a trip like that for me and him.
Sam: …
Charlie: …interesting…
Sam: anyway, Cas I was going to get Dean a gift but it requires a divine sacrifice of at least a litre of blood.
Cas: I see. Do you think it would make Dean happy.
Sam: Yeah of course.
Cas: *lining up his angel blade with his wrist.*
Sam: Cas! Wait!
Cas: *stops*
Sam: *looking at Charlie* Do you see what I mean?? No follow up questions! Nothing!
Cas: I’m confused. Do you still want my blood?
Sam: NO! it was a JOKE!
Cas: Oh. Goodbye. *disappears*
Sam: See! Weird! Why are they like that???
Charlie: I think your answer lies somewhere in the first hour of Brokeback Mountain.
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Castiel with Dean: 👬
Castiel with everyone else: 🧍♂️ 🧍♂️
You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
That was true. I do bite.
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