Sam watched his brother collapse at the floor after the younger hunter blasted Lucifer away, watched Dean’s eyes grow distant in grief for his best friend, who he thought was lost to him. Sam felt his heart break for the man in front of him. Castiel was his friend, sure, but to Dean he had always been something more, whether the other man wanted to admit that or not. He stood up from where he’d been thrown, looked around the room. Well, nothing was impossible in this shit-show that was the Winchester’s life, right? There was only one being, besides God himself, that Sam could think of might be able and willing to help them save Cas. He was most likely dead, but Sam had to hope against hope that life would give them a break just this once. So, taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes in silent prayer:
“Gabriel? I’m not sure you can hear me. Hell, I’m not even sure you’re alive. But we need your help if you are. Well, Cas needs your help, actually. I’ve told you about the whole Amara-deal already, so I’ll skip that, but Cas he… he got it into his head that Lucifer could beat her. I don’t know exactly what happened but somehow… Lucifer possessed Cas. Gabriel, Lucifer is in Cas’ body. Cas is still in there and he fought his way to the front to stop Lucifer from killing me, so I’m assuming he’s conscious. But we need to get the devil out of there and… well you’re the only one I could think of that cared enough about him and had the ability to help. Please Gabriel. If you’re out there, please help!”
Releasing his breath, Sam imagined his soul reaching out to Gabriel’s grace, pleading him to help them. Maybe he wanted to stay out of more of the Winchester’s messes, but this was his little brother, surely he’d come out of hiding to help him, to save him?
He waits for almost a full minute and is just about to sigh in defeat at yet another prayer gone unanswered, when 180 pounds of pissed off archangel lands behind him with a swish of wings.
Unfriendly, in your face reminder that there are straight trans people and they do not have to tell you they’re trans in order to be included in the community. See a “het couple” at pride?? Shut the fuck up about it. They could be bi, pan, trans, etc etc.
Asking someone to disclose if they’re trans is rude as fuck. Don’t do it. You are NOT entitled to know someone’s sexual orientation or assigned at birth gender.
Ways to tell if somebody doesn’t belong at Pride:
1) they’re harassing the other people there
2) they’re in acute medical distress, in which case they belong at a hospital instead, and can come back to Pride when they feel better
…that’s about all I can think of, really.
3) they are a lion with a confused expression, in which case they may be in the wrong type of pride and need a lift home. Or maybe not! Maybe it is just their first time at pride and they’ll be fine.
Being able to sleep in almost any situation or position
Irresistible urge to chase squirrels and rabbits
Hating the vacuum cleaner
Wanting to do everything with friends
Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door
Long, shouted conversations to other werewolves across the neighborhood (bonus points at 2am)
Taking advantage of any and all free food
Werewolf-vampire solidarity
Fighting any animal that trespasses into the backyard
Boundless energy
Too much energy
Eating out of the trash if it smells tasty
Being bad at sports because you don’t want to let anyone else take the ball from you. Then destroying the ball in front of everyone because you want to make a point
Trying to fight things 10x your size like a fucking idiot
Being unable to hold a grudge for more than a few hours
Trying to make people feel bad for you over mundane things that aren’t actually that bad. And somehow succeeding.
Snoring
Needing to try a bit of your friends’ food, even if you’ve tried it 5645674 times before and have never once liked it
Getting way too friendly with random strangers
Being in a love-hate relationship with water
Digging. For no reason.
Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism
Loud sobbing while pressing yourself up against the sliding glass door at your friends who locked you out because they were tired of your bullshit and wanted some goddamn peace and quiet
Okay this one is a gem:
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Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door
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“Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism”
-literally me
I’ve had the idea for a werewolf/monster story bouncing around for a while now, so I must save these.
Title: Owlet Author: Wingsandcoffee Artist: Kuwlshadow Rating: mature (ish) Length: 20383 Pairings: Dean/Cas, minor Michael/Athena Warnings: minor angst, whump!Castiel (a little)
Summary: When angels are taken to Re-Education, their memories are altered, which means they don’t remember making the mistakes that brought them there. So naturally, it made sense to Michael that Castiel kept rebelling because he never remembered the lessons he needed to learn. To keep the rebel angel from continuing his interference, Michael not only returns all of Castiel’s stolen memories but takes his Grace as well. Castiel always knew that when an angel’s Grace was ripped out it was quite painful. He didn’t know that he’d been taken to Re-Education more than that time some months previous. He didn’t expect the true memories that would rush back at him and he certainly didn’t expect to remember that he hadn’t always been a full angel. It just figured that the other half of him was something that Dean didn’t understand. Now that he was completely human Castiel felt completely useless and tells Dean as much. But Dean doesn’t give up on those he considers family and isn’t gonna toss Cas to the streets just because he’s human. In fact, maybe Cas being human was just what they both needed to stop ignoring the feelings they’d both been running from.
so none of yall know what a friend group is apparently
the notes on this are depressing as hell u got all these people saying that this isnt friendship because friends are just people u go out to drink with on weekends and living with people and planning ur life with them in it is more than friendship. damn im really sorry none of u have ever experienced friendship in ur lives and need to make up new terms to describe genuinely caring about people
All terms are made up, but that is beside the point.
The terms “platonic” and “polyamorous” have been used to describe complex relationships between people before any of us were alive. They’re not new terms at all. The individual here is simply taking existing concepts to describe their ideal relationship. I don’t know why that’s so disturbing or depressing to you.
For many people, friendship is defined as two individuals spending quality time with one another. That could involve going out for drinks on the weekend, but rarely involves a long term commitment as described above. Friendships often become secondary to romantic commitments and/or marriages.
The majority of my friends are in committed romantic relationships and/or they are married. They feel obligated to their partners first and foremost, as is their right to be. In addition, our society puts an incredible value on heterosexual partnerships between two individuals above any kind of friendship.
The individual above is describing a commitment between multiple individuals to a platonic relationship. By commitment, they are referring to taking on some of the same responsibilities as one would in a marriage or long term partnership. That is not the same thing as being in a “friend group.”
I continue to have “friend groups” in and outside of work and school. We may be there for each other when we need to be. We may have a lot of fun together. We care about each other. However, we don’t live our lives like a marriage. We are not always together, either – and that’s okay.
That’s not what the individual above is describing, though. They are using existing terminology which encapsulate very specific experiences in order to express a desire for a specific type of relationship that cannot otherwise be explained using your preferred terminology… (i.e. “friend group”)
…because what you are describing has little to do with their conceptualization of a platonic polyamorous relationship. You are describing expectations you have in a friendship. They are describing a committed relationship wherein resources are shared between multiple individuals.
You might own or rent housing with a friend, but you might not be committed to doing so forever. You might make decisions and share resources with a friend. You might be there for a friend in desperate times. That doesn’t mean you are committing to them as a partner.
…and if it comes to a point where you and a friend or friends are involved long term in each other’s lives to the point where you desire to commit yourselves to one another, then that’s perfectly fine – you may choose to still call it a friendship, but you may also want to call it something more fitting.
Given the societal perception on what a friendship should entail, people might need a term that goes beyond “friendship” to describe their relationship(s) but that does not fall under sexual or romantic labels. Otherwise, “friendship” can be interpreted as “a person I go out and get drinks with on the weekend”
And that’s it.
For those in committed platonic relationships, polyamorous or not, they might not be content with people thinking that about them. They may also want to differentiate between friendships and committed relationships. It’s their personal business, and it’s not sad that they’d want to do this.
I care about my friends, but I do not have a platonic polyamorous relationship with any of my friend groups. That’s not what we have and it’s not sad that our friendship doesn’t look like that, because a platonic polyamorous relationship doesn’t hold the same exact meaning as “friendship.”
Stop freaking out over it and let people live.
tl;dr – words are meaningful; you can cry about it without making judgments about other people’s desires and life choices
reblog for the comment directly above because its a great breakdown
I’m sorry hun! Sounds like you definitely need some fluffy headcanons how about:
– Sam trying to butter Dean up for months into getting a dog, subtly dropping hints and getting nothing back from Dean. Dean one day walking into the bunker with a puppy and dropping her into Sam’s open arms.
– Dean and Donna being firm friends and defeating all the burly dude bro men who mocked Donna at the firing range when they win the championship together, even better when Dean goes up to claim his waiting congratulatory kiss from his boyfriend.
– Human Cas loving his yellow fluffy socks and gifting Sam a green pair for Christmas which he loves and wears all the time. Dean mocking them both until he finally caves and starts stealing Cas’ in the mornings when he’s up first, leading Cas to buy him his own pair of turquoise blue ones. All of them chilling watching netflix with pizza all with their colourful fluffy socks up on the table (ok now I am pining for fan art of this :p)
I would’t say it was inspired by but it can be augmented withthis song. Also, this has not been beta’d so there may be a tense switch or two.
Sam looked down at the faint scar in his palm and rubbed it absently. A million thoughts ran through his head while everyone slept soundly in their rooms. He hated having insomnia but sometimes the dreams would wake him or he just couldn’t get his mind to slow down enough to stay asleep. Tonight it was the nightmares.
He was deep enough in his head that he didn’t hear Gabriel pad into the library. The angel paused for a brief moment before sitting beside him, “Penny for your thoughts?”
“They aren’t worth that much,” Sam’s shoulders straightened, hands ducking below the table to hide them from Gabriel, “What about you? Feeling better?”
Gabriel pursed his lips for a moment, then popped them, “I have feeling back in the ol’ smackers. Another day and I should be able to play a trumpet again.”
Sam snorted, amused at the trumpet comment because he’d read the lore on Gabriel, including his horn. Now he had a mental image of the angel jamming with Charlie Parker. Then he briefly wondered if Gabriel’s horn wasn’t a horn but really an Oboe. In true insomnia fashion, Sam’s brain came up with the dirtiest joke he’d ever thought of in connection to ‘Gabriel’s Oboe’, “Long. Thin. And if you blow it long enough you’ll have a stroke,” he said outloud, then clapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he’d done.
Gabriel stopped moving. Staring at Sam in disbelief and then breaking out in a deep belly laugh. “Oh, Sammy. Do I even want to know?”
Blushing fiercely, Sam avoided looking at Gabriel when he gave his answer, “I was thinking about you playing an oboe.”
“An Oboe?” Gabriel laughed, “I won’t go near a double reed. It’s like fellatiating a bamboo stick. Now I prefer a nice woodwind or brass.“
Now it was Sam’s turn to stare at the Archangel and then start to giggle.
Gabriel reached over and ran his fingers through the hair at Sam’s temples, noting a few stray gray hairs already showing through the chestnut, "You’re exhausted, Kiddo. Get some sleep.”
“Can’t,” Sam sighed, “I keep dreaming about… everything. And it’s better if I stay awake. That way he can’t come for me.”
“Who? Who’s going to get you?” Gabriel asked softly, not wanting to startle Sam or make him shut down. Something he’d noticed both Winchester’s doing when things got to serious in a conversation about their feelings.
“Dad,” Sam whispered hesitantly, “but not Dad. Lucifer wearing him and then we’re in the cage-” Sam’s voice choked off like someone had cut off the air and replaced it with a small sob. Taking a second to collect himself, he drags a fingernail over his scarred palm, "he’s torturing me… and Dad’s just smiling down, covered in my blood. Whispering terrible things the whole time. Not good enough. Weak….. abomination.“
Gabriel’s heart broke as he listened to every word this human said. He’d seen a glimpse into Sam’s soul and marveled at how bright it was even with the fissures of pain making it look like marble instead of glass. Blinking away the tears of shame for what his family had put this boy through, Gabriel wrapped his arms around the gentle giant, holding him close.
At first Sam struggled against the hug, but when he heard Gabriel shushing him and felt a hand stroking over his hair, he melted into it. Opening up in a way he would never do with Dean because his brother would probably brush it off or tell him to suck it up. Sam’s breathing became more ragged with every draw until he was weeping into Gabriel’s shoulder, clutching at the angel like he was the last life preserver on the Titanic.
Gabriel was patient. He’d raised young angels. Hide from his family for centuries and watched stars be born and die out, but nothing was harder to wait out than a man in this much pain. Even thought it was hard, he waited and offered what comfort he could. After a while Sam calmed down but didn’t bother to move from Gabriel’s arms. The human was so touch starved that Gabriel contemplated smacking the hell out of Dean in the morning for neglecting the sibling he swore to take care of.
Taking a deep breath, Gabriel whispered to him, "Come on, Sam. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll stay and tell you about my horn. Maybe if we’re lucky I can keep your monsters away and maybe you’ll scare a few of mine along the way.”
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 