Late 30s | bi + gender fluid | any pronoun you like | Jemariel on Ao3 and on Pillowfort | Destiel always, frequently Cockles | Other ships as they interest me This is an all-positivity-all-the-time zone!! Except the politcs. If you want to avoid that, I tag #tw: us politics | If you'd like to buy me a ko-fi, you can do so here | Avatar by @elicedraws
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Amazing pottery skills
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Dean: *suicidal and more depressed than we’ve ever seen him*
Cas: I’ll handle this *rushes to closet for a little outfit*


the going gets tough & the angel dresses up as one of dean’s sexual fantasies so he won’t kill himself
Supernatural is a show
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Maybe destiel is just the best trope to me while not even being a trope and I will never find another love story like it because CASTIEL. Angel of the lord. Celestial being. Chrysler building height. Intangible and more powerful than any human. Millennia worth of knowledge. Able to kill with just the tap of his fingers. REBELLED against anything he’s ever known because he believed in the goodness of humanity and fell in love with one man. A mere man. Normal average man height, man eyes and man hands that have killed and tortured and stolen, but they have also caressed and hugged and carried. A being bigger than existence falling in love with someone so simple and so human. A celestial being falling in love with a faithless man??? And the man loves him back, no matter how and no matter in what ways but he cries when he’s gone and he wants him back and he’s better when he’s there. Makes me realise that love is really the simplest thing to exist and everyone and anything is capable of it
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Not where you grew up. Not where you’ll be living soon. Where you’re living right now.
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I got a notification the other day that my blog turned 15 years old and I pretty much phased into another dimension.

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They couldn't have done a beach episode of Supernatural because there's no way Dean wouldn't have insisted that Cas has to take off his suit and wear swim shorts to "blend in" and Dean has to lend him a pair of his own and then he stares at him like he's water in a desert when he does the whole "how do I look?" thing while Dean's overcompensating for having his entire mind blown to pieces by all the bare skin by loudly saying some silly pop culture reference thinking he's showing that he's having a totally normal reaction to this totally normal thing happening even though Sam is next to him like ? Are you okay???
anyway it would have been impossible for it to be anything but Very Gay.
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it’s so surreal to me that supernatural went on for so long that the final arc of the show was literally the main characters screaming and begging and fighting for freedom and rest from a controlling and obsessive author/god who had been writing their lives up until that point, who simply would not let them die. it went on for so long that it went from being a show where the two leads used phones with antennae and made references to myspace, to being a show where they literally referenced the “sir, this is a wendy’s” meme and dean said “galaxy brained”. it went from being a dark and gritty show shot on film to being a show shot on digital where the saturation was so bright that it looked like a sitcom even at night. after 15 seasons, all the fear and grittiness and tension had been sucked out of the narrative. it devolved from a story about choosing free will over destiny into a story about whether or not having free will is even possible after you’ve discovered that god has personally controlled your whole life. the transformation from “classic kripke era” supernatural into “network controlled never-ending” supernatural was literally played out in the storyline of the show itself. it’s unbelievable.
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Love when people make young pre series destiel posts because all the jensen pics are like the most beautiful twink/ butch lesbian youve ever seen and the cas pics are some guy in your feminist lit class whos only taking it for art credits
#accurate#dean warms a bench on the football team and tells his dad he's quarterback#it's okay he won't come to any of dean's games anyway#cas's changes his major every semester but when he lands on philosophy he gets way too into it#bonus points because it pisses off his family
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it bothers me that you often don't really hear about people having a "favorite album" the way they might have a favorite movie or favorite video game
#oh man#i have a few#black labyrinth by voltaire#probably wins even though it was a hardcore depression album a couple hears ago and i can only half bear to listen to it now
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seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
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And this is AFTER the park bench confession that Castiel is starting to have doubts. Like holy shit they have known each other for a grand total of 45 minutes at this point and they are laying their souls bare.
you can literally see cas and dean’s relationship begin to develop in fucking season 4. like in lucifer rising when dean is waiting in the angel room, and zachariah enters, dean stays the fuck away. he does not go anywhere NEAR that angel. they both basically do melodramatic laps around the room throughout the whole conversation. then cas enters and they’re fucking 2 inches away for 90% of the conversation. dean calls zachariah every name in the planet and dude could not care less. dean calls cas names and cas looks like he wants to kill himself. dean doesn’t let zechariah everywhere near him, and he fully trusts cas when cas puts a hand over deans mouth with a knife in the other hand.
#destiel#vintage destiel#spn s4#fucking amazing#ship of all time#he trusts him in that moment because he's never gotten so hard so fast in his life next question no comment
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I think they should’ve not only gone to more parties but also to more weddings.
Through a series of unfortunate events, Sam keeps catching the bride’s bouquet. (Cue the teasing about Sam being a future Bridezilla. This gets back to Rowena and Mary ofc, and a new nickname for Sam is born, sometimes abbreviated “Samzilla.”)
The one time Dean catches the bouquet, before he can think too hard on it, he blurts, “But I’m already married!” then promptly turns bright red. He tries to play it off as a joke.
He keeps avoiding Cas’s gaze after they get home.
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There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.
I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.
As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.
The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.
The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.
As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.
I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.
The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.
I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.
I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.
All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.
I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.
My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.
If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:
It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.
Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.
Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.
Sources:
• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text
• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)
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