#Don't hate me for the tears

[spnbaby-67]

Someone Watching Over Me

Someone Watching Over Me

Pairing Dean Winchester and Y/N

So recently, I rewatched a bit of this movie and I cry every time I hear this song. It's one of my favorites and it reminded me of my mom who's up in heaven, who I miss so freaking much. So, I wanted to write a tidbit with Dean and Y/N to the lyrics of this song. I even cried writing it. Get tissues.

Title: "Someone's Watching Over Me"

Summary: After a particularly harrowing hunt that left Dean and Y/N battered and emotionally drained, they find themselves on the road, driving through the night in the Impala. The weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future weigh heavy on their minds. But as the radio plays a familiar tune, they begin to find comfort in each other's presence and the hope that someone, somewhere, is watching over them.

The night was inky black, punctuated by the occasional flicker of distant stars. Dean Winchester gripped the steering wheel of the Impala, his knuckles white, as they sped down the desolate highway. Beside him, Y/N sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window with a faraway look in her eyes.

The memory of their latest hunt lingered, a dark cloud over their heads. It had been one of those hunts that left them both battered and bruised, physically and emotionally. The pain was a constant reminder of the harsh reality they lived in. They had lost friends, faced unimaginable evil, and sometimes, it felt like there was no escape.

Dean glanced over at Y/N. She looked lost in thought, her face pale, and her eyes distant. He wanted to say something, to reassure her, but words failed him. It felt like they were teetering on the edge of despair, and he couldn't find a way to pull them back.

As the miles passed, Dean's fingers twitched on the radio dial. He absentmindedly turned it on, and a familiar song filled the car.

"I found myself today," the singer crooned, and Y/N's gaze turned to Dean. She recognized the song and its significance.

"Oh, I found myself and ran away," Y/N sang along softly, her voice tinged with sadness. The lyrics seemed to echo their current state of mind.

Dean didn't sing along, but he kept his eyes on the road and his grip steady on the wheel. The song continued, filling the Impala with its melancholy yet uplifting melody.

"But something pulled me back," Y/N sang, her voice growing stronger. "The voice of reason I forgot I had."

The car seemed to become a haven, a place where they could momentarily escape the horrors of their world. They weren't alone in their suffering. The song seemed to understand, to convey that they weren't the only ones who had faced hardship and darkness.

"All I know is you're not here to say," Y/N continued, her voice soft but steady. "What you always used to say."

The words hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Y/N glanced at Dean, and he met her gaze, the weight of their shared experiences bearing down on them.

"But it's written in the sky tonight," Y/N sang, her voice growing more determined. "So I won't give up, no, I won't break down."

Dean couldn't help but crack a small smile. Y/N's strength was a beacon of hope, a reminder that they had each other, and they were in this together.

"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," Y/N continued, her voice now filled with hope. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."

Dean nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead may be uncertain, but they would face it together, just as they always had.

"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," Y/N sang passionately, her voice filled with determination. "Someone's watching over me."

The words resonated in the car, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Dean reached over and squeezed Y/N's hand, their fingers entwined as the song played on.

It didn't matter what people said. It didn't matter how long it took. They believed in themselves and in each other. They would continue to fight, no matter how hard the battles were.

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/N and Dean sang together, their voices intertwining in a promise of resilience and love.

"So I won't give up, no, I won't break down," they sang in unison, their eyes locked on each other.

"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," they continued, their voices strong and unwavering. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."

"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," they sang, their voices harmonizing perfectly. "Someone's watching over me."

The song faded, and the world outside the Impala continued to pass by. Dean and Y/N didn't have all the answers, and their journey was far from over. But in that moment, they found solace in each other's presence and the belief that someone, somewhere, was watching over them, guiding them through the darkness.

Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, for their bond was unbreakable, and their love was a source of strength that could conquer any evil that dared to cross their path.

@deans-baby-momma, @jackles010378, @nancymcl, @deanwinchesterswitch

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

[0bsequi0us]

Crybaby 🫵

[inkyrainstorms]

@via-pantomime behold :D thought you'd appreciate a ping

The Burning Maze HURT so bad, but honestly the tragic irony of Jason's character, the way he was raised to sacrifice everything and everyone in the name of the mission, in the name of the honor of the legion, but he died protecting the people he loved. He chose to protect and chose to leave behind a legacy which was nothing like what he'd been born into. He died into a world numb from sacrifice and made it better, made Apollo PROMISE to change.

He's Jason Grace. He's awesome. And he deserves the world. <3

[torchstelechos]

People be like, how you doing? And I'm like, Loop is never going to see their family again.

[iamhereinthebg]

I will never be over the fact that tbhk really takes place in 2015

We know that AidaIro published the first chapter in December 2014

The Yugi Twins were in the 66th Festival in 1968 and the curent present have the 113th Festival.

On this panel, it's written that the 1st of September was a Tuesday. The closest years to the manga airing having this date being either 2009 or 2015.

Bonus:

Which means: the 1st year (Aoi, Akane, Nene) were born in 1999, Teru in 1998 and Kou and Mitsuba in 2000.

[whiskerknittles]

*sweating* alright listen to me guys, listen, hear me out, LISTEN-

So. I just spent the last 48 hours reading, then grieving over, then channeling my grief from this fic, Learning to Lose by komodobits. If you can't guess by the skates, it's an AU. It's an unfinished AU, which is largely where my grief comes from, especially as the (current) last two chapters pretty much tear out your soul and crush it to dust.

But guys. The style. The characterization. The literally everything about it--so so good. And SO FUCKING LONG (affectionate). Then again it's by the same author who wrote the wonderful fic Easy as Anything, so really why am I surprised?

I enjoyed this fic so much that I absolutely had to draw fanart for it, and not only fanart, but (possibly?) my first fully colored, fully shaded piece of Red Dwarf art--at least the first in many, many years. Fuck this fic is so good. It will hurt you, be warned.

I included the full version as well as an unshadowed version (in case the shadows make it a bit hard to see) and also a version without a background, since the background is, well, bad. It's just a blurry mass so I mean, it can't really be *good* per se, so I'm not too worried about it. And finally, in the spirit of how my RD art is usually colored, here's a blue-ish purple-ish gray-ish (depending on what screen you're looking at) version! Just for funsies.

komodobits, if you're on tumblr, I love you. How could you do this to me. I'll be thinking about this fic for the rest of time. Thanks for the brain worms. <3

[the--firevenus]

God forbid when aang has emotions and act like his age, like seriously I can't with people. Like I'm sorry, a lot of you assume people that defend aang thought he's perfect that could never do anything wrong, like no bitch I love him DESPITE his flaw, because guess what?? When he act childish, and or do anything wrong in the show, his ACTION HAS CONSEQUENCES. and ya know what else?? DESPITE EVERYTHING HE'S STILL A VERY COMPASSIONATE CHARACTER WITH HEARTS AND LOVE SO BIG FOR THE WORLD THAT DONE NOTHING BUT GAVE HIM SO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING.

You people keep nick picking every single thing he had done as if it's the crime against humanity, it's not him who commit genocide and colonialism in the show now isn't!? I'm sick and tired many of y'all act like he's one dimensional as well. HE HAS DEPTH, WE LITERALLY WATCH THE SAME SHOW!?

Come on man, it's almost two decades of this same thing, I'm so tired, leave my boy alone for fuck sake oh my god

[chiropteracupola]

thought about this post by @t00thpasteface so much that I made chocolate pudding about it.

....which also was disappointing. sorry father mulcahy :(

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[reblog-house]

Scar has very interesting relationships with all the women in the life series that makes me insane. there's the obvious pearl parallels that are obvious and i shouldn't have to repeat and the whole SL thing, there's the FOILS HE HAD WITH GEM i'm gonna scream about that through the roofs THEY'RE FOILS IN SL AND I'LL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM. and then whatever was going on with him and lizzie in SL with the parallels between them and then them TEAMING UP IN WL and him, Lizzie and Jimmy having one of the most healthy teams in all of the life series.

There's so few women in the life series, and yet not every player has dynamics they've explored with all of them. and scar has INCREDIBLE dynamics or parallels or foils with ALL of them.

[sanasanakun]

Jimithon Mouthwashing is such a good representation of untreated, enabled NPD like it makes me want to squeeze the life out of him. I'm endlessly fascinated when watching him interact with his crew, surroundings, and himself because he's so fucking lost in his own sauce. It's insane. If I'm being real, it makes him my favorite character in the game.

It's a little scary to say, but watching Jimmy is like seeing a mirrored version of myself two years ago before I truly committed to treatment for my NPD. He's like a shadow. The opening line "I hope this hurts," which I believe comes from Jimmy right before the crash, is such a poignant statement. It's a simple line, but I can tell you from experience that the desire to hurt others when in a narcissistic rage is overwhelming. It's such a good line to sum up Jimmy's character in that moment. Luckily, in the real world, I had my friends and family there to catch me when I hit my lowest, even though I'd hurt them so many times. Jimmy probably could've used friends to force him into therapy (cough cough Curly cough cough)

[vaguely-concerned]

more for the garashir fairytale grab bag AU I am never going to actually write: garak knows exactly what would break his curse from the start, he just never tells anyone for the longest time b/c he's so sure it could never happen

(it's asking forgiveness, of course. he thinks it's tain's forgiveness he needs, and tain is fucking dead and knew he would be by the time garak woke up so it seems the perfect unbreakable parting fuck-you revenge curse. and garak would expect nothing less from his father than that, so he's resigned to dwindling away painfully. enter julian bashir and his fierce force-of-nature compassion (and also secret illicit immense magical powers) with a steel chair!!! to go 'OH YEAH??? we'll see about that', as you might expect. oh. OH necromancer-ish julian calling tain's ghost up to ask him about what the hell he did and how to undo it, ala his gambit to go see him the wire? and the knowledge he gains from that is what confirms garak's suspicions as to what is Up with this handsome young healer mage because it could be known only by those long dead. cue east of the sun west of the moon part of the narrative once julian understands his game is up and runs away??

anyway getting some true love's kissing in by the end of it all is just a nice bonus it's not needed like strictly magically for either of their situations lol)

[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

wooo very lowkey face reveal (literally just my eyes + hair reveal..I am voldemort confirmed/j)

may or may not delete this IDKIDK

[americankimchi]

wish i knew what to do with this helpless frustration i feel every time i see people vilify the jedi for their way of life when the person doing the vilification doesn't even understand them properly. it's one thing to criticize and dislike them if you have an accurate picture of who they were and what they're trying to do vs. hating them because you straight up don't understand them at all 😭