Jun 10, 2022
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Put syrup on that short stack and call it breakfast.
Demon!Dean and Casifer out and about partying and being lawfully evil 🔥🔥🔥😈
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i don’t think dean really realizes how big of a deal cas rebelling IS. i mean he’s known dean not even a second of his lifetime and ended up killing his brothers and sisters, going agesnt his own nature to help dean- he was the only castiel in every universe that DIDNT do what he was told. all for dean and it’s so fucking romantic.
that’s like if dean met cas for a night and decided to quit being a hunter to follow god or whatever LOL
You know what? Honestly, I get the angels, because the whole thing with Castiel is like if a guy you worked with befriended a mantis shrimp, (already weird, right) and started talking about the colours it could see
Objectively I know that mantis shrimp have the ability to see like, a billion more colours than I can see, and that's fine because they're supposed to do that, they're made for it. But then this guy starts talking about how the mantis shrimp are teaching him about the colour blorble and how to see the colour blorble, it's actually right here if you look closely and I go what do you mean you can see the colour blorble you don't have enough cones in your eyes we're made of the same stuff I know you don't, and what do you mean they're teaching you? They communicate through vague gestures and incomprehensible noises and he goes no no trust blorbles so good you can see it too you just gotta believe you just gotta try and if I heard this, yeah I'd start thinking that maybe my coworker needed a lobotomy too
Gay people will do anything but kiss
I’m reading The Deviants War: The Homosexual vs The United States of America and the entire point of gay pride as a concept comes from police raids on bars, clubs, public restrooms, etc where gays were humiliated and outed in the newspapers (sometimes with their addresses!) and had careers ruined and lives upended by being associated with perversion and vice squads and all that and they responded by going “no I’m proud” and took that pride to the streets in defiance of the huge mechanism of shame that existed to oppress the gay community into obscurity and so the fact that people are now trying to apply conservative dogma to pride parades to make them “safe for children” or in other words “safe for people with oppressive conservative values” is simply insane
To phrase this more clearly: “public indecency” laws were the primary tool for brutally enforcing gender and sexual conformity, so applying a “public indecency” lens to pride parades of all things is a slap in the face of everyone who ever suffered under gender & sexual oppression and took their anger (and yes their pride!) to the streets. If it makes you uneasy or uncomfortable maybe you’re not on the side you think you are!
If you are uncomfortable at the pride parade, leave maybe. Our parades and the public displays of our existence are not to make people comfortable. Quite the contrary. To be seen we must make the heteros quite uncomfortable. We exist after all, in spite of, not in community with or along side heterosexual people. We exist in the open today because those who came before us paved our way in blood, and pain, and loss. Yet nothing that we do ever makes us fully human. Completely safe. Totally accepted. Unconditionally loved. In the eyes of those we fought so hard to stand in front of as ourselves.
So if our pride makes you uncomfortable, just don’t look. This is a celebration of our right to pride in our existence, and a protest for our right to exist. No one is hurting you, or “the children” by marching and dancing in the street in outrageous costumes.
Unless, that is, you think kids seeing queer people in public is hurting them; then let the pain begin.
15.04 Atomic Monsters
JENSEN ACKLES and JARED PADALECKI in the first trailer for the final season of “THE BOYS”
well I’m really in it now *swandives into Cockles dumpster*
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Welcome wolfie!
There’s plenty of room. The dumpster fire is twenty paces to your left.
The corner to cry in is ten paces behind us.
So… what brought everyone to the cockles dumpster?
For me, it was this.
Who has a ten year celebration of being friends, when you have known each other for eleven and a half years at that point lol.
Plus at the one Paley Fest, where he talked about (again!) how the scene was at a coroner’s office and Jensen made Jared go away and told Misha to just focus on him and then did the kissy face.
And he name dropped the My Bloody Valentine episode title and slapped Jensen’s thigh.
First, Jensen starred in the remake of that movie and it had come out in January of that year (2009).
Second, wanna know what happened during the filming of that episode? What could have been of such significance that Misha remembered the episode title they were filming?
You guessed it. Dec 14, 2009. The date it apparently all changed for them.
🥰😏
Honestly the cockles anniversary is so wild. Who celebrates the ten year anniversary of a random dinner? That og dinner had to be significant or memorable in some way.
Like, I have a close friend who I'll have known for 10 years this year. I remember meeting her, and I remember our first dinner out with our friend group together. But I don't remember the calendar date at all, and I probably won't until it shows up in my Facebook memories later this year (which is also why I know it's been 10 years instead of, say, 9 or 11). Why? Because we met on a random day. It was not a birthday or a wedding anniversary, and at the time I had no idea just how important she was going to become to me.
So why did they remember the date?? It's not either of their birthdays. It's not the anniversary of when they met. It's not the death day of a shared friend. What was important enough to make them not just want to acknowledge the day 10 years later, but want to reserve the same table at the same place?
Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, and Rob Benedict in LA (from Misha’s post about RA’s Natural Disaster Recovery Fund for LA)
i always thought misha as a bottom. i thought u r a misha fan. but your very first fic is a misha top, i was so fucking disappointed. why did u do it?
Well, considering that all this is in our imaginations anyway, the short answer is: I did it because I wanted to!
Also, aside from those in BDSM relationships, I believe being a “top” or “bottom” for 90% of the rest of us changes from one sexual encounter to the next. So, it’d be perfectly in character for the same person to top today and bottom tomorrow, depending on the demands of the situation.
Those caveats aside, Misha’s exhibited a whole bunch of dominant behavior towards Jensen in public: here & here (where he could have easily taken Jensen’s offered submissive handshake and turned/equalized it, but didn’t), here, & here (among others).
But perhaps stuck in my mind more is how we also have Jensen exhibiting a lot of sub behaviors: doing his own stunts so Misha could throw him around, preferring to obey detailed directions from others, enjoying other-imposed delayed gratification, opting to bottom in sex scenes (including the ones he directs!), saying that Misha’s pretty much always in control, and even being fairly comfortable joking about being sexually submissive between takes like here & here.
Does this mean I think “Misha is a top!” and “Jensen is a bottom!”? Not really. It just means there’s a lot of fuel out there to fuel my imagination. I could probably spend just as much time coming up with reasons why Misha is a bottom and Jensen is a top. And that goes back to my second point above: for most of us, we play both roles.
Also, I want to reiterate my #1 point above: THIS IS ALL IN OUR IMAGINATION. Therefore, it’s totally subjective and personal. In real life, I do not know these people and have no way of knowing anything beyond what they explicitly say (and even then, they may just be trolling us!).
I wasn’t planning on writing a follow up until I smelt the bs fandom was brewing up last night. The bartender probably deserved it I’m sure
Season 5 Official Companion, page 92:
This fight also stands out for Ackles, who says, “Misha takes me and throws me up against a wall, throws me up against another wall, another wall, and another wall, then hits me, and then kicks me into a giant fence. I really go flying into that fence. They had my stunt double there, but I was like, ‘I’ll do it. Just lay a pad down on the ground.’ I ran as fast as I could, jumped, and went boom off the fence and landed on the ground. I got up and was like, ‘Please tell me we got that, because I don’t know if I’ve got any more in me.”
“Even with that one-inch foam pad there, he still got a blue spot on his hip,” notes (Lou) Bollo,” but he took all the hits. He literally took a run at the mesh fence, ran straight at it from about fifteen feet away, and if he hadn’t controlled himself when he hit it he would’ve bounced another ten feet out from it and missed the pad. That was a fun fight.”
#’MISHA TAKES ME AND THROWS ME UP AGAINST A WALL THROWS ME UP AGAINST ANOTHER WALL ANOTHER WALL AND ANOTHER WALL
Five years. Feels longer.
Five since that moment hung between them — that breath, that look, that oh.
Since the thing they didn’t talk about finally crawled into the light and refused to leave.
Now, half a decade later, he still feels it some mornings, that dark crack between his ribs, sucking, pulling, sinking. Like the moment never really stopped echoing.
Dean splashes cold water on his face, stares into his own eyes. Here we go.
The door closes behind him with a soft click. The air in the bedroom is warm, undisturbed. A quiet snore curls through the dark.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmurs, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand sliding under the blanket until it finds warm skin. “You plannin’ to sleep through the whole damn day?”
“Yes, please?”
Dean chuckles, the lines around his eyes soft.
“C’mon, breakfast’s waiting,” he offers. Then, after a beat, “And Sam’s definitely not holding his breath in the kitchen.”
Cas lets out something between a sigh and a groan, burrowing deeper under the blanket like it might save him.
“It’s been five years,” comes the muffled protest. “I don’t think this is necessary.”
Dean tries, and fails, not to laugh.
He tugs at the blanket until a ruffled shape appears: messy hair, blue eyes half-open.
“If anyone’s gotta celebrate today, it’s Sam,” Dean says, grin tugging at his lips. “No one suffered more for it.”
Castiel blinks up at him.
Dean pauses, amends, “Indirectly suffered?”
Cas rolls his eyes, muttering something incoherent, trying to reclaim the blanket.
“Castiel,” Dean says, voice dropping low — that line between teasing and too damn honest. “I know how you see yourself. Soldier. Savior. Pain in my ass.”
He pauses, eyes softening. “But me? I see a guy who somehow made sleeping late an art form.” His mouth twitches. “Though, gotta admit — I might love the bed a little more. You just… happen to come with it.”
“I hate you,” Cas mumbles, shoving at him.
“No you don’t,” Dean grins.
Because even such a fundamental truth, after five years, became just that — the truth. Finally found its place and stayed there.
Dean bends down, kisses him. Quiet, unrushed.
“Happy truth-bomb day,” he murmurs.
Cas’s eyes soften. He props himself up, catches Dean’s mouth again — this one deeper, hungrier.
“Oh, and there’s cake,” Dean adds against his lips. “Something about truth setting you free.”
Cas groans, flops back onto the bed — but under it, Dean hears laughter.
And yeah, maybe it was the worst day of his life back then. But damned if it didn’t open the door to every one of the best that followed.
when i was curating the marine science museum i was up in the archives looking for something and when i walked out i had to go through the main museum hall and i heard some kids speculating something about a whale skeleton so i walked up and started talking to them about it. they started asking me follow up questions and then another and another and another and then their parents came over and immediately zeroed in on my "curator" nametag and told their kids i was probably very busy and i said no not at all keep asking me questions. soon their parents asked some questions too (after a few more apologies, because somewhere along the line they learned shame that i want to undo) and in the end i talked to them for like 30 minutes as a few more people joined.
a few months later one of the parents wrote me a letter that i still keep with me and in the letter they asked the kids what they learned at the museum and one of the kids said, "i learned i'm special."
choked up just typing that now LMAO. they didn't mention the whales or the squids or the seals or the tides or the seaweed i told them all about. they learned that their questions matter so much that even the person in charge should stop and answer them. they learned they don't need to apologize for not knowing and for asking questions. they learned that they're special!!!!!!!! what could possibly matter more???
i don't even have to say it
