A speed paint video for my pic of Octo!Cas + Treasure Chest. ♥ (I have a YouTube channel, too, and I’m really trying to upload to it more often. It’s pretty much all speed painting videos. Well, and one video of bees. Subscribe if you like speed paintings or bees?)
With new data from a Pew Research Center survey, we know that women play an even bigger role in the gaming community. Of the 40% of Americans who own a video game console, 42% are women and only 37% are men.
This is perfect. And correct…OMG I laughed so hard…
The perfect end to an awesome summer day!!! #mikeshard #summerdays #relaxing #thisiswhatsummerisallabout #family #summervacation (at Hillsborough, New Jersey)
If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I don’t fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you “have to” report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesn’t speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know they’re not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. That’s terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborers’ clothes? I feel you, my dude, I can’t afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes it’s not even about “affording” them. They say they’ve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isn’t your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you don’t recall–you meet a lot of people.
And then, if you’re asked: no, you haven’t seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Summary: Dean falls into a heat unexpectedly in the early morning. Reluctantly, he follows Cas’ pleas for him to give in to his omega instincts to help him get himself through the heat.
Hidey Spots: Treasure Chest. He likes the pearls, but the treasure draws an awful lot of attention, so he is shy. (We’re trying to find Octo!Cas a new hidey item since he lost his Easter egg. This item was suggested by @aphony-cree ♥)
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Autonomy was such a funny thing about humans, Castiel thought. Such an odd little custom that made such a difference.
Angels have no custom of autonomy. Without corporeal forms, how could they? Angels really have no need for the concepts of choice and independence, but on Earth, it became easy to see that humans depended on them. After all the time the angel had spent stationed on Earth watching humanity, Castiel had begun to think he understood it all a little better. It took only days after meeting Sam Winchester to realize how wrong he was.
The rules just didn’t seem to apply to Sam Winchester. He was the Boy with the Demon Blood, and yet he was kind. He towered over any other human in sight, and yet he seemed so small. But strangest of all, he was violated time and time was again, and yet he never fit the pattern of human victims Castiel had seen over the years.
What struck Castiel most about Sam’s behavior was hard to explain. The young man barely showed any signs at all of being used as a pawn in a larger game in which he had no say. After every kidnapping and every violation, it was business as usual for the boy. And yet, there was something disturbing about his actions. Castiel just couldn’t put his finger on it.
It took ages for him to finally figure it out, or so it felt like. In comparison to the centuries he’d spent thinking he’d figured it all out, a couple months seemed like nothing, but time was different around the Winchesters. Maybe it was because Sam was only twenty-seven years old, that as Castiel began to see through the young man’s eyes, time seemed to slow. But regardless, it struck him.
Sam’s voice was what gave it away. It was the only thing that would shift after his ability to make his own choice had been taken yet again. It was the only sign that yes, Sam Winchester did understand the importance of what had been taken from him. And that was how Castiel realized it: Sam had hardly even known autonomy. Choice—the principle which was hardwired into every human brain—had never factored into Sam’s equation. And all of a sudden, it became too much.
So in the end, as Castiel faced his older brother—an archangel without even the understanding of why angels would need consent nor desire to figure it out—it came down to this:
“You are not taking Sam Winchester,” Castiel threatened.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 