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I lauve him
the one thing I've always found so funny is the way they focus on characters reacting to cas dying cause it's always so different
like when cas dies end of s4, in 5x01 when chuck tells them cas is dead, we see dean visibly jerk his head up, before going straight to denial and is all well maybe he just disappeared are you sure thats what you saw chuck. and sam is standing there like alright that sucks I guess, moving on
again end of swan song has cas getting exploded by lucifer and the focus is primarily on dean's reaction, he's shocked but ultimately they got bigger problems (mainly the devil himself) and cas gets brought back immediately so there isn't really time for dean to do anything gay I mean grieve
and then s7 when cas goes into the lake bobby is standing there shocked, sam looks confused and like the sun in shining directly in his face. meanwhile dean is all you dumb son of a bitch as a "heart-wrenched eulogy" before folding up cas' musty trenchcoat and carrying it around from car to car for the rest of the season
don't even get be started on that gay ass thigh grab while homotron 3000 palms his boob cause cas died AGAIN, while sam is fucking unconscious in the corner
and then in 12x23, sam is appropriately horrified at the sight of seeing his friend get stabbed by the devil himself in front of him, before remembering that they actually came here because the devil's son was being born and someone should probably take care of that
again homo over here is so broken up by cas' death he drops to his knees and stares hauntingly at the sky (god I could make a whole post for the widower's arc but we already know it was gay as fuck)
then sam here has gotta put him on suicide watch cause he tried to kill himself until cas comes back and dean no longer wishes to go gently into that good night
and then for the final time it's just dean and cas. dean is on the floor sobbing, ignoring calls from his brother when the freaking world is ending, cause he lost his angel and also OH YEAH his angel is in love with him. but no homo man no homo
"Scam" you mean people are fighting back against housing discrimination??? I don't think these people know what the word scam means
Scams are designed to trick someone into giving up money based on lies. This is just.. asking for information then legally enforcing the law??
Fuck landlords
Did I ever tell you guys the story about how my ex-boyfriend nearly became the first person to die in a duel in England in over 100 years whilst duelling my then-boyfriend??
Okay so. In the interest of their privacy I’ll be referring to them by the initials of their first names, so R and B respectively.
Now, I’m one of those people who has always somehow managed to remain pretty good friends with most of his exes, so after dating for close to two years, R and I break up, mutually, and remain close. I’m also pretty good at picking them, so when I get together with B a few months later, I’m pleased that neither of them are weird about me still being close friends with R.
Skip to like 7 months later. Me and B move in together, into a tiny, crappy house in probably the most toxic residential area in Europe. We had a view of a used car place from our bedroom window and a view of another used car place from the back bedroom window. There was also the soft, comforting glow of a chemical plant nearby, which I’m pretty sure gave the soil the same PH level as vinegar, but whatever. Rent was cheap, and they let us have our kitten, Renly.
So we throw this housewarming party. A bunch of friends are there, R included, and everyone is drinking and having a good time.
Now, some background on B; I dated him, which means obviously he had some weird interests. So he’s a history nerd, and part of being a history nerd means he has few really cool 19th century sabres and things. They’re mostly blunt, except for one, which he keeps sharp in case anyone ever breaks in. We were in a rough area, so it was a pretty good idea.
Unfortunately though, they’re all kept together.
So after a few more drinks R and B get talking, and they start to discuss the sabres - only to discover that they both have a background in fencing. They think this is fantastic.
That’s when they decide to duel. They both grab a sabre, very much convinced they’re blunt, and take to the garden for an impromptu fencing match.
So I’m standing there, the most sober person in the house, watching this happen and thinking maybe it isn’t a great idea. They give it a good go, they’re both pretty good, and everyone is cheering them on. It seems harmless enough, they’re joking about duelling over me.
Suddenly though, R stops abruptly, and says, with deadly calm; ‘Oh, I think you got me there.’
Before B can ask if he’s okay R has lifted up one arm and a huge gush of blood comes pouring out. Like, everywhere. This is like that scene from The Shining. Blood all over him, all over the ground, it’s a mess. B looks like he’s about to pass out, he’s already imagining how badly he’ll do in prison, and everyone else is too stunned to do anything. Turns out B didn’t pick up a blunt sabre afterall.
Then R faints. We get him into a chair and I’m fortunately quick thinking - I get a tea towel and wrap it around his arm to stop the blood as best as I can. I then call for an ambulance.
Obviously they have to send the police as well because ‘someone got stabbed with a sword’ doesn’t fly too well. So the ambulance crew arrives, and a police car arrives. When asked what happened I said ‘They were duelling and he got caught by accident’ the police’s response was a long pause, and then to just laugh and say ‘wear armour next time!’ (Can you tell we have white privilege???)
So I’m still in a state of shock whilst R is getting wheeled out on a stretcher. Apparently another police car overheard what happened on the radio and was so fascinated that they showed up ‘just to watch’ because it was a slow night. This is a cop car full of really young rookies, it looks like fucking Mumford and Sons just turned up at our house in uniforms.
During all of this our kitten, Renly, gets out because the doors are all open with people coming and going.
So it’s 2:00AM, and this is the current situation:
- B is crying because he doesn’t want to go to jail for manslaughter and also he’s worried he killed his friend.
- There’s a bunch of police officers in our kitchen drinking tea and eating our biscuits.
- Officers Mumford and Sons are in the used car place outside our house trying to lure our 14 week old kitten out from under a car.
- R is nearly unconscious in the back of an ambulance.
- The neighbours, who had previously been dicks to us, are now terrifyingly quiet because they think B is a dangerous man who goes about stabbing people with swords.
So I get into the ambulance to go to the hospital with R, who is full on delirious at this point from blood-loss and morphine. I was planning to have a fancy dress ‘Game Of Thrones’ themed birthday party that year, and the last thing R says to me before passing out completely is ‘It’s a shame he didn’t get my hand or I could’ve come to your party as Jaime Lannister’.
Anyway he gets to the trauma ward and he’s okay. He lost quite a lot of blood and needed a transfusion. He now has a big scar there.
He came over once he got out of hospital with pizza and we all laughed about it. We’re still friends.
He and B both tell that story to everyone who’ll listen, and I get to boast that I’m the pretty twink who had two men nearly fight to the death over me.
I feel that . The angsts happy ending didn’t happen until sunrise🤣
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nope.
it's closer to "the poor dont want to be exploited"
i found it in the files. i can’t post it on my art account cause i still don’t like it but no one will forbid me to post it here ha
destiel. otp. destiel. o. t. fucking. p. destiel otp _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
So because I'm sitting here doing PT and my mind is wandering, I was thinking about the "Dean doesn't like dogs" discourse and I just...
Once Dean expresses annoyance about dogs, and it isn't really even about dogs as much as it is about dog fur and dog smell.
Hell, I have a dog, and dog fur and dog smell are definitely annoyances.
But I digress.
So those supposed real Dean fans (read: actually Sam fans) ignore all of the other developments we see regarding Dean and dogs and cling to one thing he said once upon getting his car back (and coming back from freaking Purgatory)...why?
So they can give Sam something else (in this case, Miracle the dog).
You know what Sam got that Dean didn't? Shielded by his father for as long as he could from monsters and how his mother died. He got teachers who saw something in him even as he was bouncing from school to school. He got such a good education that he got a free ride to Stanford. He got friends in college and a girlfriend and he got to have normal social interactions like parties and dorm living. He even got a girlfriend or two during the run of the show, one whom he cared about so much that he brought her back from the dead. Then he got married, had a kid, and lived a good, long life.
Dean was six when he shot his first gun. Two years after he watched his mother die in a fire. He was 11 when he built his own gun. He got left in jail for stealing food...for Sam...and then he got taken away from the safest place he had known since he was four years old. He got his ass whooped when Sam ran away as if it was his fault. He was so mentally (and probably physically) abused that he looked at Sam going to college as abandonment, and he cowered around his father, even when he became a man who could take him in a fight if necessary. He got meaningless one-night stands, and then the one relationship he had on screen that really worked, they pretended wasn't really happening. Then they killed the person closest to him and left him to die on a rusty nail.
Let him have the damn dog, FFS.
fellas, is it gay to be so devoted to your homie you basically tell god himself to take his script and shove it up his ass because you're obsessed with his favourite toy?