I've been exhausted lately (long covid, issues with finding a new visa, etc) and I started dressing like an old Japanese man.
Exclusively jinbei, samue, etc with a tenugui around my neck, I shuffle around a lot, etc.
Honestly I would suggest if you feel overwhelmed and overworked, spend as much time as possible dressing and acting like an old Japanese man. They really seem to have this life thing figured out.
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I respect & admire “Artist”. “Art” makes us human. It is important to appreciate Art and Artist. One can express themselves throughout the art. As you know already, I have a pretty open mindset toward Cultural Appropriation in Sashiko (Please read my website). ☆ What I am concerned about is not the “Art & Sashiko”. I am concerned those who use the word “art” as the excuse to not to learn the basic and deeper perspective (stories). Some modify the original shape, then start telling the others the beauty of “freedom”. If they are well aware of the origin (respect the tradition), then I have no concern. However, telling the others “Sashiko is art so you can do whatever” seems to be just too superficial. Again, don’t get me wrong. “(I perceive) Sashiko is art so I can do whatever” is fine (as long as one has respect to the Japanese culture). However, telling the others “Sashiko is art so you can do whatever you want” is not acceptable. Why? Because there are people who I would like to protect behind that “irresponsible freedom”. In Japanese culture, the essence may be hidden in the back (so one has to really try to learn). ☆ - - - ☆ 「芸術」という言葉。日本だと格式張った感じがして、非日常の言葉として捉えてしまうのですが、日本国外では、もしかしたら日常の、或いは「自己を守るため」の言葉なのかもしれません。蜂の巣をつついている感じはしつつ、でもゆずれない所もあるので必死です。 ☆ 話は単純。昨年一年間で、自称他称含めて「刺し子の先生」がとっても増えました。刺し子を教えることに資格なんてないし、誰が刺し子の先生を名乗っても良いのですが、ひとつだけ超えては行けないラインがあります。それは、「刺し子を尊重してくれているかどうか」。刺し子を教えます！という中に、「刺し子はアートだから自由にしてもいいよ！伝統にこだわらないで！」という表現があったりします。うん。それは伝統柄を一通り刺せるようになってからのお話だと思うのですよ。昨日のジャズの話も然り。芸術が日常なのは良いけれど、基礎や伝統を蔑ろにはしてほしくないんです。求めすぎてますかね？基礎すら無視して伝統をも破壊するのが芸術なら、僕はやっぱり芸術家ではなく、守る人になりたいんだと思います。 ☆ #Sashiko #JapaneseSashiko #SashikoJacket #BoroArt #Art #SashikoArt #SashikoStitching #Patchworking #JapaneseBoro #TraditionalSashiko #Samue #SashikoDenim #VisibleMending #HandStitching #Mending #Upcycle #刺し子 #日本の刺し子 #素敵なオン刺し #刺し子の再定義 #刺し子ジャケット #襤褸 #刺し子アート https://www.instagram.com/p/B7zJNWAp_kx/?igshid=124cbq1w743ih
作務衣 - samue: Buddhist priests work clothes. These days worn by anyone as casual wear/work wear. Martial arts uniforms, even non-Japanese ones, are based on the Japanese Buddhist samue.
Summary: You get your wisdom teeth out and Dean and Sam take this opportunity to mess with you... Or you mess with them.
Author’s Note: This isn’t edited. I just wrote this a while ago and never looked at it until today so I am sorry for all the mistakes in it.
Dean was lucky to not have wisdom teeth. However, you did, and they were on their way to pick you up from the orthodontist.
“Remember when you got yours taken out?” Dean looked over at his brother with a smirk.
“Dude, I was 17 and I was hopped up on all those drugs.” Sam grimaced at the memory.
“You tried to kiss me and feel up dad. You thought you were at a gay strip bar.” Dean started to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, can we not talk about that? That happened a long time ago and frankly, I don’t want to revisit my teen years.” Dean till laughed but he shut up about it and continued to drive. He got to the orthodontist a while later and walked with his brother into the lobby area.
“Hi, can I help you?” The receptionist looked up at the two giants that walked inside.
“We are here to pick up Y/N Y/L/N.” The woman looked down at her computer and smiled.
“She’s ready, but I have to warn you, she is heavily dosed on medicine because she wouldn’t sit still.” She got up and had them follow her deeper in the office.
“I’m glad she’s your wife and not mine.” Sam teased his brother.
“Shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes and walked into the room where you laid, looking a bit hazy.
“Whoa, damn, you two are very fine looking men.” You giggled as you saw Sam and Dean. They both laughed and you watched Dean specifically.
“Come one, sweetheart, we get to go home,” Dean walked to you and touched your shoulder to which you jumped and let out a little yelp. “What’s wrong?”
“You scared me,” You said with wide eyes. The nurse came walking in with a wheelchair and you started protesting when you saw it. “No thank you. I can walk on my own. My legs aren’t broken.” You tried to get up but the nurse was quick to help you to the wheelchair.
“No! I want to be with Dean!” You started freaking out, thinking that this wheelchair would separate you and the handsome man.
“Sweetheart, I’m right here.” He took your hand and you looked up at him from the chair.
“Oh, okay.” The nurse walked you out to the parking lot and to the most beautiful car you’ve ever seen. You got tears immediately and started crying, rather loudly. Dean knelt down to your level and he made you look at him.
“What’s wrong?” He wiped the tears that seemed to keep on flowing.
“This is a beautiful car and you’re a beautiful man.” You hiccupped. Dean let out a relieved chuckle and he looked up at his brother. He handed him the keys and told his brother to start the car while he helps you in the backseat where you could at least lay down if you wanted to.
“No, I want to go home.” You protested when Dean started helping you out of the wheelchair and into the car.
“We are; you need to get in the car first.” Dean said gently. He managed to pick you up bridal style and slid you, head first, into the Impala’s back seat. Your head hit the leather seat and you smiled widely.
“Wow! This car is so big!” Your eyes were wide as you tried to take in the surroundings. Dean laughed, closed the door and turned towards the nurse.
“Thank you for taking care of her.” He smiled softly.
“No problem. Drive safe!” She rolled the wheelchair back to the office after that. Dean got behind the wheel and took off.
“Whoa!” You shot off the backseat into a sitting position. You held onto the front seat tightly and stared at Sam with scared eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.
“That was fast. We might die in this car,” You were scared but looked over to Dean when you heard his laugh. “Why are you laughing? You want me to die?” You tried to be mad but the medicine wouldn’t allow that. You felt so relaxed and laid back to be mad at him.
“No, I don’t want you to die. You love my driving.” That was all Dean said. You looked at Sam and reached for his hair, tugging on it a bit hard.
“Ow, Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam couldn’t turn around because of the grip you had on his hair.
“Your hair is so long! Almost as long as mine!” Everyone knew your hair was the longest of the three, seeing as it went to the top of your ass. “It’s so soft and long and… and I can braid it!” You knew how to braid but you couldn’t concentrate because the medicine was making you have the attention span of a goldfish.
Forgetting about his hair, you let go and leaned forward so that your mouth was next to Sam’s ear like you were about to tell him a secret.
“Dean is really attractive. Don’t tell him I said that.” You pulled away as Sam laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Dean didn’t like being left behind, no matter what the situation was. He looked over at Sam but his brother gave him a look that said ‘Don’t worry about it, it was nothing to get upset over’ or something to that degree.
“Are we on my way to salt my bones?” You asked suddenly.
“What? Why would we salt your bones?” Dean asked.
“Because I’m dead.” You said like it was obvious.
“Why do you think you’re dead?” Sam looked at you from the front seat.
“Because I’m with the two most attractive men I’ve ever known in the most attractive car I’ve ever been in and that feels like Heaven to me.” You leaned back on the seat and looked out the window. They both chuckled and Dean shook his head.
“You’re not dead, sweetheart.” You tried to close your already open mouth but felt the gauze that the doctor had put back there to stop the bleeding but you wanted them out. You reached into your mouth to take them out but a hand gripped your wrist and pulled your hand away.
“You can’t do that. You need to leave them alone.” You looked up to find Sam’s eyes bore into yours while Dean looked at you from the rearview mirror.
“I want them out of my mouth.” You whined but then your eyes went wide, once again. You started to make a choking noise, fearing that you were going to die.
“What are you doing now?” It seems as if Sam was tired of you already but Dean seemed to be having a ball.
“I’m choking.” You said like it was clear and you made the same exact noise as before.
“No you’re not.” Sam stated.
“Yes I am,” You choked once more. “I’m choking on a big, fat dick!” That is when both boys started bursting out laughing.
“What? I’m choking and you don’t even care!” You made a choking noise again and that only fueled more laughter from the two up front.
“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re not choking, you’re fine.” Dean stowed his laughing as Sam let out a few snickers here and there.
“Oh, well that’s good.” You believed them. You would believe anything anyone said to you at this point. Your eyes caught sight of a ring on Dean’s left ring finger and you shot your head forward between the two men.
“Hey!” You glared at Dean but that only made him confused.
“What is it?” He looked at you through the mirror.
“I didn’t know you were married.” You frowned and tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted to be the one married to him. Apparently anger didn’t want to show up but sadness had no problem making an entrance.
“I am married.” Dean pulled up to the Bunker and you had forgotten all about the ring as you stared at the other cars in the garage.
“Holy shit! Look at all those beautiful cars!” You tried to get out but you were still a little loopy. Sam got out and looked at his brother who followed suit.
“She’s all yours.” Sam grinned and walked into the Bunker. Dean walked around and opened your door. Before he had the chance to grab you, you got out on your own but your muscles were so relaxed and weak that you fell instantly.
Dean caught you easily and picked you up bridal style. “This reminds me of the time when you were drunk off your ass.” He chuckled as he carried you through the Bunker’s kitchen and into the library where Sam was, probably searching for another case.
“Marry me, Dean. Forget your wife. I want to be your wife.” You looked up at him and touched his chest. He smiled and looked down at you, love and admiration in his eyes but you didn’t seem to notice.
“Sweetheart, we are married.” He chuckled. You heard a flutter of wings and a deep voice come from behind you.
“You’re back.” You screamed out of freight and held onto Dean tighter. He laughed but held onto you tighter.
“Sweetheart, it’s only Cas.” He smiled and you turned your head to see your favorite Angel standing there.
“Castiel! You look so good!” You said a bit too loudly.
“Is she okay?” He tilted his head in confusion and walked closer to you.
“Yeah, she had her wisdom teeth taken out and is still affected by the medicine the doctor gave her.” Dean explained. Cas reached up and pressed two fingers to your forehead and knew you would be in a world of pain tomorrow so he decided to heal you.
“What are you doing?” Sam looked up to see a white light come from your mouth.
“I healed her wounds. You can take the gauze out of her mouth. In the morning, she will be as good as new.” Dean smiled and looked down at you.
“Thanks. I’m going to put her to sleep.” He saw that you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Dean walked down the hall and to your shared room. He laid you on the bed but you weren’t through talking with him just yet. You were still loopy despite being healed.
Dean reached into your mouth and pulled out the bloody gauze and threw them away in the trash bin next to the bed.
“Dean?” You said with a sleepy voice.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He moved some hair out of your eyes.
“If we’re married, we should have kids.” You opened your eyes and looked at him.
“We haven’t really talked about that yet. But if you still want kids in the morning, I would be happy to discuss that with you.” He said with a smile.
“Well too late for that because I’m pregnant.” Right after you said that, you passed out into a deep sleep. Dean stared at you with wide eyes and was shocked at what you just told him. He got up with shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom and looked into the trashcan to see multiple tests. He picked two of them up and stared at the little pink lines. You really were pregnant.
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You woke up the next day without a headache or a toothache. You had to thank Castiel for that. You remembered a little bit of yesterday but not a lot. You felt the bed empty besides you and wondered where Dean went.
Getting up, you made your way to the kitchen; you always checked there first because it was Dean. He was always in the kitchen if he wasn’t in the library or his room. You saw him cooking and waked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissed his clothes back.
“Morning.” You said to him as you pulled away. He turned in your arms with the biggest smile in the world.
“I love you.” He suddenly said.
“I love you.” You smiled at the suddenness. He didn’t really say those three words often but his actions proved it to you way more than the words.
“Sit down.” He said as he turned off the stove.” Confused, you did as he asked and sat down. HE took a seat across from you.
“Are you breaking up with me?” You joked.
“No.”
“What’s going on?” You were a little worried but was still curious.
“So yesterday you said some pretty interesting things.” He began to speak.
“Oh no, what did I say?” You covered your blushing cheeks and stared at him.
“Well you thought my car was beautiful, you loved Sam’s hair, you wanted to marry me, and thought you were choking on a big dick.” He laughed at the memory but you covered your while face.
“No! That… I am so sorry, Dean. Oh my God, I’m glad you’re finding this hilarious.” You peaked at him through your fingers.
“But that wasn’t the most interesting part,” You stayed silent and let Dean continue. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out something from his pocket. Your eyes widened as you saw what they were.
“You told me right before you passed out.” He placed the pregnancy tests in front of him and you lowered your hands.
“I was going to tell you but I was waiting for the right time.” You didn’t miss the huge smile starting to form.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He wanted to hear it from you.
“You’re going to be a dad and a great one at that.” You were happy that you and Dean made something that would be loved for the rest of their lives.
