nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back
Shout out to every left handed person out there!! I’m not left handed but I’m training myself to be ambidextrous and boy oh boy is it hard trying to use my left hand more when EVERYTHING is made for right handed people. Like I mean every door on my house is made so when you walk up to it you use your right hand. Even my lip balm is made so it’s applied smoother with your right hand. And the crosses on an ad are on the RIGHT side of the screen so my RIGHT thumb has to reach up and press it.
Alright, alright, I hear y'all, here's pt.3 to this whole situation-
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“Daddy!” Jack's voice rings out again and the blue-eyed man suddenly disappears from Dean’s view, too busy being tackled by a kindergartner.
Dean struggles to his elbows, head still spinning, and see’s Jack’s father is crying. It’s so silent and subtle that Dean doesn't know if the guy’s even aware he’s doing it, hell, Dean only knows because he can see the slight shine on his cheeks.
Jack reaches up and pats his fathers face, “Are you okay?”
The man responds by nodding and cupping the back of Jack's head, hugging him to his chest and burying his nose in Jack's hair, “I am now, yes.”
“Dude,” Dean's view of the heartfelt moment is obstructed by his little brother's massive form kneeling in front of him, too many emotions on his face to properly name, “Why do you have Professor Novaks kid?”
Oh shit.
Dean’s heard of this guy before, Sam’s mentioned him offhandedly as a hard-ass grader with zero emotions at all. What was it he taught? Criminal something-or-other? Dean can’t remember off the top of his head, but he knows it involves Sam reading through books thicker than his head.
“Why were you and your professor running around together? You were supposed to meet me 2 hours ago!” Dean hisses back at Sam, trying to deflect the question.
“We were looking for Jack!” Sam’s eyes are wide as he gestures to the kid, “He wasn’t on campus- Dean, did you take him off campus!?”
“Not on purpose!” Dean scrubs his hands over his face, cheeks burning with shame, “I- I…”
“You what, Dean?”
Jack’s father is on his feet now, storming towards the Winchesters with Jack held on his hip.
“I thought he was you, Sam,” He hangs his head miserably, “He got in and I didn’t check the rear view and I thought it was you…”
“How?” Sam sounds as confused as he does disappointed, “Dean, for the love of God, how?”
Dean throws his hands up in the air, “It’s been a long day, Sammy!”
“That’s not gonna’ hold up in court!”
Damn, Sam’s in his first year of law school and he’s already turning into a fucking stiff.
He lets out a miserable groan and gets to his feet, knees popping with the movement, “I swear, I turned around the second I saw the kid back there.”
“There shouldn’t have been a kid back there.” Sam stresses.
“Yeah, well, someone-” Dean wheels around, facing the furious looking Professor Novak, “Should teach his kid not to get in strangers cars.”
Sam makes a strangled noise as Novak steps closer to Dean, almost nose-to-bloody-nose with him, “I could have you charged in countless ways for your carelessness.”
“Dude, you decked me.” He gestures to his bloody face.
“You had your hands on my son-”
“Don’t phrase it like that!” Dean’s skin crawls at the implication, “We were just looking for you, ask the kid, he can be my alibi!”
Behind him he’s pretty sure he hears Sam mumble something about children not being reliable alibis, but Dean pointedly ignores him.
“Jack,” Novak is careful not to let Dean out of his sight, even as he glances down at his son, “Can you tell me what happened?”
Jack nods, very seriously for such a little kid, “You said to get in the car so I did but it wasn’t your car and Dean said I shouldn’t get into strangers cars so we came back but you weren’t here-” Jesus Christ, Dean’s not even sure he’s taking breaths as he talks, he’s just letting his words collide with each other like a ten car pile up, “We’ve been looking forever but you found us first and then you hit Dean.”
Jack pauses and frowns, none of the adults daring to fill the silence, before leaning up to stage-whisper in Novaks ear.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to hit people?”
The professor blinks down at his son, looking like he’s at a loss for words.
“Your dad was just protecting you, Jack,” Dean answers, feeling a bit of pity for the dude, “He thought I was a bad guy and wanted to keep you safe.”
“But you’re not a bad guy!” Jack gasps, looking between Dean and his father, “He’s not bad, he has a pet road.”
Novak squints and cocks his head to the side- oh god, it’s genetic- as he processes the words, “A- A what?”
“I work at The Roadhouse, you know, the bar in town? Told him it was called that because it’s a house that has a pet road…” The older Winchester rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle, “It was funnier in the moment.”
“I’m certain it wasn’t.”
Prick.
“Listen,” Dean offers out a hand, a peace offering of sorts, “I really am sorry about all this, why don’t you stop by The Roadhouse and I’ll hook you up with some free drinks, we can try and put this behind us.”
Professor Novak stares at his hand for a moment, then back up at Dean, face a scary type of expressionless, “You’ll have to excuse me if I’m not keen to see you again anytime soon.” He casts a wayward glance towards Sam, “I will see you in class, rest assured today's events will not affect your standing in this school.” His voice drops to a mumble, just loud enough for Dean to catch, “Lord knows we can’t pick our family.”
Dean whips around to his brother, wanting to exclaim in outrage ‘are you hearing this shit!?’, but Sam’s too busy looking like he might vomit from relief for Dean to get his quip out. He turns on his heel again, wanting to argue with the jackass professor, but he’s already walking away, stupid beige trench coat billowing in the wind, Jack clutched to his chest.
“Bye-Bye, Dean!” The kid shouts with a wide grin and a wave, gestures so bright that they almost balance out the way Novak glances back to give Dean the death glare of the century.
Dean gives Jack a half-hearted wave of his own, waiting till the pair are firmly out of earshot to clap Sam on the shoulder, “He’s got a stick up his ass, don't he?”
“You-” The younger Winchester is pale and Dean’s certain that, if he had a string of pearls, he’d be firmly clutching them, “You kidnapped my professor's kid.”
“Barely.” Dean knows how bad this looks, he really does, but he has his priorities, and a top one will always be tormenting his little brother (it comes right after keeping Sammy safe with every fiber of his being), “Now let’s rock n’ roll, bitch, there’s leftover pie in the fridge with my name on it.”
Sam still seems dazed, shuffling after Dean back towards the parking lot, holding onto his backpack straps with white knuckles.
“T-that- You committed a felony.”
“I didn’t mean to and I brought him right back, use that lawyer brain of yours, Sammy.”
Sammy just looks at Dean like he’s going to be sick.
“Or don’t, you look like you’re gonna’ hurt yourself.”
He herds his brother towards Baby, trying not to think of the way he sort of respects Jack's father for hitting first and asking questions never, he would have done the same for Sam, parental instincts can be a hell of a thing. He can’t be mad at Novak (except for the fact that he never taught Jack stranger danger) he just can’t find it in him and it’s infuriating.
What’s worse is that he’s holding out hope that Novak will take him up on the offer of a free drink despite his obvious distaste for Dean, it’s just…
Dean can’t get those electrifyingly-blue eyes out of his head.
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I'm callin' this little venture 'Communication Breakdown' (at least for now) because A) did you see a lick of good communication from anyone here so far, except for Jack? And 2) Because it's a Zep reference and no one can stop me
Also, gonna' throw a quick apology out to @colorlessjay lol, I dunno' if this is the direction you anticipated from this prompt but.... suppose we're all just dust in the wind
Imagine Dean goes to pick up his little brother, Sam, from campus. He's overworked and exhausted, and all he wants to do is go home, eat the pie he got yesterday, and sleep till morning
He pulls up to the curb where he usually picks up Sam and calls "Get in". Doesn't think twice to drive away after hearing the backseat door open and close. Doesn't question why Sammy would go to the back instead of shotgun
Jack meanwhile, waits 10 full minutes before asking, "So where are we going?"
Dean nearly swerves off the road before hitting the breaks. Fully awake now, he turns and stares at Jack ".. You're not Sammy"
Jack tilts his head and squints. "No, I'm Jack."
"Why the fuck are you in my car???"
"You told me to get in."
"You don't know who I am! Why the fuck did you listen???"
Meanwhile, professor Castiel is on campus, freaking the fuck out because he can't find his son who he told specifically to wait for him on the curb near his last class
Sam, one of Cas' students, is trying to help and reassure him cause Cas is having an absolute meltdown
Neither of them knows Dean accidentally kidnapped Cas' son
i can somewhat rollerblade, i do like to read, i am allergic to cats sadly, i’ve been playing the violin for 6 years, i love the moon and stars of you cant tell, and the koi fish are very pretty
things that happened to me when i was a woman in STEM:
an advisor humiliated me in front of an entire lab group because of a call I made in his place when he wouldn't reply to my e-mails for months
he later delegated part of my master's thesis work to a 19-year old male undergrad without my approval
a male scientist at a NASA conference looked me up and down and asked when i was graduating and if i was open to a job at his company. right before inquiring what my ethnicity was because i "looked exotic"
a random male member of the public began talking over me and my female advisor, an oceanographer with a pHD and decades of experience, saying he knew more about oceanography than us
things that have happened to me since becoming a man in STEM:
being asked consistently for advice on projects despite being completely new to a position
male colleagues approaching me to drop candid information regarding our partners / higher ups that I was not privy to before
lenience toward my work in a way I haven't experienced before. incredible understanding when I need to take time off to care for my family.
conference rooms go silent when I start talking. no side chatter. I get a baseline level of attention and focus from people that's very unfamiliar and genuinely difficult for me to wrap my head around.
like. yes some PI's will still be assholes regardless of the gender of their subordinates but, I've lived this transition. misogyny in STEM is killing women's careers, and trans men can and do experience male privilege.
quick question, how do you think cas, sam, or dean would react to the song 'it's alright' by mother mother??? cause omg I seriously think those lyrics would slap the boys in the face with a frying pan
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