I live in the northwest coast of Canada so we walk everywhere and do stuff outside in the rain and swim in whatever lakes and rivers we find so imagine my smug sense of Canadian superiority when I met a USAmerican Midwesterner who was horrified at the very thought
What I mean to say is that it's very easy to delude yourself into believing you are more in tune with your environment when your environment is not actively hostile to your existence in every conceivable way
Rains frequently, but the worst is like standing under a bathroom shower. Genuinely inhospitable rainstorms are uncommon.
Along the coast, it's pretty easy in most areas to walk to at least one store, or else there's usually a bus or shuttle available. There are sidewalks and bike lanes everywhere.
It's a temperate boreal rainforest, so while there are many freshwater lakes and rivers, they're usually pretty cold. The biggest danger is typically getting caught in a strong current, and the most dangerous animals in swimming distance are on land.
Earthquakes happen almost every day, but the vast majority go unnoticed. Buildings are designed to withstand bigger seismic activity, so unless it's a 5 or higher it just kind of feels like having low blood sugar for a second. There are no tornados
Rural Illinois, USA:
One minute it's sunny, then ten minutes later that distant smudge on the horizon has swallowed the entire sky in black clouds and the water is coming down like waterfall and you literally CANNOT SEE. Then there's a crash like cymbals and you need to get indoors because the thunder and lightening are on TOP of you
No sidewalks until you are in the smack dab center of town, which is a three hour walk or twenty minute drive from wherever you are.
There aren't many natural bodies of water other than small ponds and creeks, and because the environment is so much warmer, those are filled with snapping turtles that can grow bigger than a nine year old child and water snakes that are incredibly venomous. These are paired with leeches and mosquitos for that sweet umami flavor.
Sometimes Jupiter, Lord of the Heavens decides to jam his finger into the side of your house just to fuck with your whole shit and throws your truck a thousand yards into the nearest church
To be fair imagine you just arrived in 2018 from Victorian England and discovered Take On Me, what are you supposed to do, not blast it loud enough for your family to hear it all the way back in 1876?
they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
The Flying Ace is a 1926 black-and-white silent drama film directed by Richard E. Norman with an all-Black cast. This six-reel film, made by Norman Studios in Jacksonville, Florida, utilized a mix of professionals such as leads Laurence Criner and Kathryn Boyd, and non-professional actors.
Films such as The Flying Ace, that used an all-Black cast and were shown specifically to Black audiences, were known as "race films". Norman Studios produced feature length and numerous short race films during the 1920s. The untapped Black filmgoing market and the plethora of talented performers unable to get work in mainstream films led to the production of race films by Norman Studios.
when we started talking about getting a small-breed dog I was like, "I will NEVER turn into one of those people who treats their little dog like a doll or an accessory by forcing them to dress up in ridiculous outfits. Dogs HATE that. They should get to be DOGS, and that means not having to wear anything but a HARNESS and being FREE to ROLL in the MUD." and then I adopted a dog who throws a fit if you try to take him for a walk without letting him pick out a bow tie first. a dog who loves wearing pajamas so much that I'm about to spend a disgusting amount of money on several sets of linen ones for summer. a dog who watches me wave at him to follow me through a mud puddle and just stands there blinking up at me like, "are you fucking serious? and get my paws wet?"
me: I will raise him no differently than the two 80-lb labs I had growing up. absolutely no hoity-toity frou frou little yapyap dog stuff. he's gonna be a good ol' fashioned, rough-and-tumble, capital D-O-G—
to celebrate the popularity of this post, I ordered him another set of the linen jammies in yellow. now he looks like paddington bear
the etsy seller threw in a little miniature hermes silk scarf as a freebie and I dare you to tell me he doesn't know how handsome he looks in it. whenever we take it off of him he broods like he's a wealthy victorian orphan child in desperate need of a seaside holiday to restore his delicate aristocratic constitution
No, but two trespassers have seemingly free climbed the Empire State Building spire, flying a banner reading “when the power of love beats the love of power the world knows peace” right before they got engaged.
The climbers are believed to be Angela Nikolau and Ivan Beerkus, both famous for scaling some of the worlds tallest buildings, often without any safety restraints, and were previously featured in the Netflix documentary “Skywalkers: A Love Story”, detailing how the fell in love through their neoartistic pieces and scaling heights.
We should have a savory pop star. Pop music by and large is inseparable from candy metaphors both externally (music critics talk about "bubblegum" pop, or call a pop song "cotton candy") and internally (hundreds and hundreds of pop songs with lyrics that refer to candy or sweets). What if there was a pop star that was completely savory-themed. She's singing a sexy club song that's like oh oh ohhh I know you want this soyyy sauce or maybe she's singing a breakup ballad that's like loving youuuuu.... was like eating beef with bouillon cuuuuuubes...
Misha Collins as Castiel if he never met Dean Winchester.
Why Apocalypse Castiel Feels So... Wrong.
"Why is Castiel suddenly speaking like he just walked out of Berlin??"
So here's what's actually going on.
Yes, it's still Jimmy Novak's vessel-- same face, same body. In the Apocalypse World, Jimmy apparently still said yes to Castiel (or at least Castiel is still using that vessel). There's never any indication that Castiel switched to a different vessel.
The accent and uniform are not because Jimmy is German.
They're because that version of Castiel has been shaped by a completely different world.
The Apocalypse World is essentially a militarized dictatorship after Michael wins. Angels become Heaven's enforcers, hunting and executing humans. Alternate Castiel is no longer the awkward, curious angel who fell in love with humanity. He's an authoritarian officer.
Now about the uniform...
A lot of fans immediately clocked that it resembles a fascist military uniform. It's not literally a Nazi uniform-- there are no swastikas or direct Nazi insignia-- but the costume department absolutely leaned into that aesthetic: long leather coat, stark tailoring, military rigidity. It's visual shorthand for "authoritarian regime."
And the accent?
That's actually Misha Collins making an acting choice.
It's never explained in-universe why Apocalypse World Castiel speaks with that accent. The show doesn't say he learned German or anything like that.
The best theories are:
Heaven reorganized differently after the apocalypse, and Castiel adapted to whoever held power.
He's spent years stationed in Europe or serving under a different celestial hierarchy.
The accent is symbolic rather than literal-- it instantly makes him feel foreign, cold, and emotionally distant from "our" Castiel.
Personally?
I think it's almost theatrical.
Our Castiel gradually becomes more human. His voice softens. He hesitates. He smiles. He gets confused by pop culture.
Apocalypse Castiel does the opposite.
Everything is clipped.
Precise.
Controlled.
Even the accent creates distance. You hear him speak and immediately think,
"That's not our Cas."
It's honestly a clever acting trick. Misha didn't change the face-- you'd still recognize Jimmy Novak instantly-- but he changed the rhythm, posture, eye contact, and speech enough that your brain goes, "So thats what happens if Castiel doesn't fall."
Also, another time where Cass is ruthless.
The pearl-smash timeline.
I couldn't find the scene but I got the script.
The key thing is: our Castiel is the anomaly.
Most versions of Castiel we see are colder, more obedient, and far less attached to humanity. The show repeatedly suggests that the events of Season 4-- especially pulling Dean out of Hell and continuing to work with the Winchesters-- changed him.
# "I don't know you."
One of the funniest things about alternate Castiels is that they all have the same face...
...and the personality of a corporate email.
Apocalypse World Castiel?
German.
Authoritarian.
Looks like he schedules executions between lunch meetings.
The pearl timeline Castiel?
Immediately starts choking Dean.
No hesitation.
No blinking.
Just:
"I don't know you."
And I think that's the point.
People always ask,
"Why is our Castiel so... different?"
Simple.
He made one catastrophic mistake.
He saved Dean Winchester.
Seriously.
That one decision ruined this angel forever.
He was supposed to rescue one righteous man from Hell and go back to being Heaven's obedient little soldier.
Instead he got infected.
With humanity.
With free will.
With sarcasm.
With pop culture.
With personal opinions.
With feelings.
Every alternate Castiel who never forms that bond with Dean ends up feeling... wrong.
They're efficient.
Loyal.
Emotionless.
Exactly what Heaven wanted.
Our Castiel?
He commits treason every other Tuesday.
Starts a civil war.
Becomes best friends with humanity.
Adopts the Winchesters as his weird little flightless family.
Learns to smile.
Learns to disobey.
Learns to love.
Dean didn't just change Castiel.
He derailed Heaven's entire operating system.
Turns out, pulling one stubborn hunter out of Hell had one very unfortunate side effect...
Jack spends seasons learning what it means to be human. Not powerful-- HUMAN.
He learns bad jokes. Nougat. Video games. How to hug awkwardly. How to ask if someone is okay. He burns grilled cheese. He accidentally kills people and spends the rest of his existence trying to become someone worthy of being loved. His entire arc is built around one question:
> "Can someone with unimaginable power still choose love?"
And then the finale answers...
"Sure. By leaving."
LIKE??
You spent years making this kid desperately crave a family. He calls Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester his fathers. He calls Castiel family. He literally dies, resurrects, loses his soul, regains it, carries the weight of the universe, all while just wanting someone to tell him, "You're home."
And then he becomes God and says, essentially, "I'm everywhere now."
Sir.
I don't need you to become the concept of humidity.
I need you at the bunker eating cereal out of the box because everyone forgot to buy bowls.
The tragedy is that Jack's ending mirrors Cass's. Cass loves so much that he transcends. Jack loves so much that he transcends. They're turned into these almost cosmic ideas instead of being allowed to exist as people.
Meanwhile, the emotional payoff everyone had invested in was much smaller.
We didn't want omnipresence.
We wanted movie nights.
We wanted Jack accidentally breaking another microwave because he sneezed grace into it.
We wanted Dean grumbling while secretly making Jack an extra burger.
We wanted Sam teaching him dumb trivia.
We wanted Cas coming back and finding Jack asleep on the library table with six books as a pillow.
We wanted family.
That's the thing about the Winchesters. Every single one of them has this horrible habit of believing they have to become a sacrifice.
Dean sacrifices himself.
Sam sacrifices his life over and over.
Cas sacrifices his happiness.
Jack sacrifices... being Jack.
It's like the show cannot comprehend that someone is allowed to survive and keep the people they love.
So when Jack says he won't come home...
...it hurts because "home" was the one thing he spent his entire existence trying to find.
And after all that, the audience is left standing there going,
"Buddy. The universe can wait five minutes. Your dads made pie."
I know there are people who appreciate the symbolism of Jack becoming a hands-off God-- breaking the cycle of manipulation that Chuck Shurley created. Thematically, it's a neat idea.
Emotionally?
Absolutely fucking criminal.
Because that wasn't just God walking away.
That was a kid walking away from the first family that ever made him feel like he belonged.
And after watching him grow up... yeah. It feels less like a triumphant ending and more like somebody quietly closing the bunker door behind him, leaving an empty bedroom that nobody ever sleeps in again.
and everytime we punch i get this feeling and everytime we hit i swear i can fly. cant you feel my heart beat fast? im gonnna beat your ass. gonna end your lifeee
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