Castiel looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading, squinting up at Sam in his old familiar way. His blue eyes were calm, but that wouldn’t stop the younger Winchester from being slightly suspicious. The dude (and his newly-restored angelic status) had been hanging around the bunker for a few days now, and though Sam would never complain about the company his friend provided, he admitted that it was a bit weird, especially for a guy who was known for being, well, flighty.
Still, it wasn’t every day that an angel would go out and get you superfood smoothies just because he knew it would make his friend feel better.
“Dean was very obstinate about his wish to find Gadreel alone,” Castiel said, looking back down at the newspaper again. “I thought it best to remain here with you. To keep you company and make sure you were all right.”
Sam furrowed his brow. “There’s more to it than that. Shouldn’t you be — I don’t know — helping out your brothers and sisters or something? Aren’t they at war?”
“Yes.” Castiel deadpanned without glancing at Sam. “But at the moment you’re more important.”
a friend of mine forgot the word “lamp” once and said “light faucet”
I’m shaking from laughter. Yes, this is the right way to start a Friday morning.
Listen guys, I have a BA in English and an MA in Professional Writing and I have:
Forgotten the word “gums” and called them “teeth cuticles” Forgotten the term “liquor store” and called it a “rum-o-rama” Forgotten the word “mohawk” and called it a “head mustache”
The list goes on and on. Wording is HARD.
You know that putty you put in holes before you paint a wall? I forgot the word “putty,” called it “hole-be-gone” instead, and now my whole family refers to it as hole-be-gone.
it’s hard to make the brain do the english, ok!?
I wish I had this skill. When I lose a word, my brain derails. I use the term ‘derail’ because it is the mental equivalent of a train derailment (just easier to clean up)
At the staff meeting, my boss referred to the clipboard as “that snappy board”
My 4-year-old nephew didn’t know the word “knuckle” so he told us his finger knee hurt.
I forgot the word “speech” once so I said “you wrote me an essay with your mouth”
Dad once temporarily had the term “auto body filler” leave his brain; the Canadian Tire worker had her whole day made when he cheerfully said, “I’m here to procure some…car-spackle!”
I once forgot the work barrel so I described it as a round wooden box and then something “pirates put rum in it” before my mate figured out what I meant.
Oh god. Here we go.
Once upon a time, I had a lot of trouble communicating with friends. It could be argued that I still do.
In my first year of high school, I was talking to this one girl who I’ll call Lullaby. We had literally every class together, so we started hanging out all the time.
During lunch, we had a conversation about our experiences dating girls vs. dating guys in a sexual manner. We get back and we go to the rest of our classes, and she starts out the door.
What I WANT to say is “Come back”
Of course my brain decides that there are synonyms to words that sound like that, since it won’t actually word.
I blurt out, in front of half of my class.
“Ejaculate back!”
I do this a lot.
Here are some good ones:
I stepped on something gross and it got between my toes, and in my distress I referred to my toes as “feet teeth.”
I was very proud to have finished the “plate laundry.”
I told my ex to go look in the garage, only I said “car pantry.”
But my VERY FAVORITE is when I couldn’t remember the word for brown, so I called it “boring purple.”
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I once forgot the work barrel so I described it as a round wooden box and then something “pirates put rum in it” before my mate figured out what I meant.
“Something pirates put rum in” is usually “pirates” in my experience.
Look, I still maintain “food closet” is a perfectly acceptable term if you can’t remember “pantry”.
Conversely I once forgot the term “linen closet” and told my mum to get a sheet from the Blanket Pantry.
I once called and airport “the airplane store.”
I have many more, but I can’t remember them, because that’s why I do it in the first place.
I wanted to ask my mum to pass the nectarines but I couldn’t remember the French word so I called it “une pomme qui n’est pas une pomme” (an apple who isn’t an apple)
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So, @beingcouy and I wrote a silly, fluffy little script format story to go with this picture and the other merfolk pics of Team Free Will. It’s below the cut if you want to read it.
The story features liberal use of text emoji faces, tiny hearts, and the ships Destiel and Mooseley.
18. “it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone”
(I changed it to father. Because Castiel.)
Castiel tossed his letter on the table. Sam looked up from his laptop. “Something wrong?”
“Hannah’s getting married.”
“Your sister Hannah?
That’s great… wait.” The familiar
taste of foot filled Sam’s mouth. “Your
younger sister Hannah. The one who’s
eighteen and still in high school.”
“She won’t be by the wedding, they’re getting married in
June after graduation, but yes. That Hannah. Dad apparently volunteered to mail my
invitation, because it was tucked inside this.”
Castiel held up a three-page letter.
“A list of reasons why I should be ashamed of myself and my life. Wouldn’t most parents be proud of their son
being responsible and focusing on his studies in medical school instead of
marrying someone just for the sake of being able to say he was married?”
“You’d think, but then again, remember how my dad kicked me
out of the house for earning a full-ride scholarship to Stanford?” Sam set his laptop aside and got up to hug
Castiel. “You want to really make him
mad?”
“Uh-oh. That’s your
scheming voice.” Castiel leaned in. “What’s the scheme?”
“Take me to the wedding as your date. Introduce me as your boyfriend.”
Castiel blinked and looked up at him. “Wouldn’t that contradict everything I’ve
told him about being aromantic?”
“Your dad doesn’t believe you anyway, and it’s not for a lack
of you explaining it to him like you would to a four-year-old. Besides, it’s totally possible to be in a
relationship without it being romantic.
Sure, he’ll probably pull the ‘how is that different from a really close
friendship’ card, but at this point, you might as well accept that his
ignorance about aro stuff is willful, Cas.”
“And you’re willing to play along with that? Try to convince everyone that we’re a couple
even if we’re not doing typical couple things?”
“Sure. Or, you know…
we could not play.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m already looking for a one-year internship
here in town so I can stay with you while you finish medical school and still
have the flexibility to move with you wherever you end up doing your
residency. Any time we start talking
about the future, we’re talking about it like we’ll still be living together,
still be one of the most important people in each other’s lives.”
“What about sex?”
“What about it? Are
you not attracted to me anymore?”
“You said…”
“I said I don’t do friends with benefits or casual sex
because I need a strong emotional connection to be attracted. We’ve been living together for five and a
half years now, I think it’s safe to say we’ve got a strong enough connection.” They’d met freshman year when Castiel hit on
Sam at a party and Sam turned him down.
They’d spent the night together anyway, talking about their classes and
their families and their backgrounds, and moved in together at the start of
their sophomore year.
“I thought you needed a romantic connection.”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t
need to act on it. I’m good, Cas. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this
anyway, what with my graduation from law school coming up. If you’re not interested, that’s fine, we’re
still best friends and bros, but this isn’t just some whim to appease your father
while pissing him off.”
“Wow.” Castiel sat on
his bed. “I need a little while to think
this over. I’d written off this possibility
years ago, but now it’s here and it is so tempting.”
“Take all the time you need, just don’t let it distract you
during clinic.” Sam picked his laptop
back up. “Of course, if I don’t get this
stupid essay written, I’m not going to graduate…”
Holy Sh*t, @ladylilithprime, that gif!!!! I haven’t had my coffee yet!!!!!
*melts into a karate puddle and flops into her Moose Bucket ™️ to soak in her morning coffee*
*mmmm sooooo gooood*
(your best guess if it’s the coffee or the gif lol)
So, @beingcouy and I wrote a silly, fluffy little script format story to go with this picture and the other merfolk pics of Team Free Will. It’s below the cut if you want to read it.
The story features liberal use of text emoji faces, tiny hearts, and the ships Destiel and Mooseley.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 