#but I’m catching back up!

[jenanigans1207]

1/5/25: Reputation

If there’s one thing Dean Winchester knows, it’s that he has a reputation.

Whether he’s known as the Righteous Man, the Michael Sword, the man who both started and ended the apocalypse, the man who, for all intents and purposes, killed God— he couldn’t go damn near anywhere where people hadn’t heard of him. He was the perfect killer, he was ruthless, bloodthirsty, unforgivable. He was determined, stubborn, reckless. Everywhere he went, his name was whispered in shadows, stories of things he did and did not do circulating around him.

Even Sam thought of Dean as his Big Brother— role model, protector, unwavering supporter. And while Sam’s opinion of him was wholly good, it still came with a sort of mold that Dean felt like he had to fit into.

The only person who didn’t put any expectation on him, the only one who didn’t have any sort of preconceived notion of who he was or what he was supposed to be or do was Cas. To Cas, Dean was just.. Dean. He wasn’t anything more spectacular or more despicable than that— he was just his completely unguarded self, whether he wanted to be or not.

If someone were to ask another hunter about Dean, they would probably tell some dramatic story of something he did. If they were to ask some monster about Dean, they’d talk about how he probably murdered everyone they ever loved. If they were to ask Sam about Dean, Sam would gush about what a great brother he was, how reliable he was, how he always came through when it mattered. But if someone were to ask Cas about Dean, well.

Cas would probably talk about how Dean’s favorite shade of blue is the sky at exactly 5:37 in the morning when the sun is just barely starting to rise, the black fading away to bring in the start of a new day. Cas would talk about how everyone thinks Dean’s favorite food is pie, but his consumption of burgers would certainly suggest otherwise. Cas would talk about Dean’s music choices and his movie choices and how you wouldn’t expect one if you only knew the other. He wouldn’t think to say a goddamn thing about Dean’s anger issues, trust issues— issues. Just, issues.

Even though they met strictly because of the fact that Dean was both the Righteous Man and the Michael Sword, Cas never thought of him as those things. And sometimes Dean likes to sit there and blame it on the fact that Cas not only saw but cradled his literal soul— that Cas found him when he was at his worst and his weakest and literally put him back together piece by piece. He likes to think that Cas looks past all his bluster and bullshit because he has seen the real color of Dean’s soul.

And while Dean knows that’s at least partly true, he also knows that isn’t the only thing. Because the rest of the truth comes from the fact that Cas simply cares. And that’s not to say that Sam doesn’t care— of course he does— but Sam has Dean put firmly in this box in his head and so when he looks at Dean, that’s what he sees. But Cas always wants to know more, wants to keep learning about Dean. It’s almost like he purposefully doesn’t box Dean into some category in his head because he wants to be able to expand it at will, to shift and alter the perception as he learns more about Dean. Cas wants so badly to know everything about Dean that he spends all his time pretending that he knows nothing, so he pays attention to every detail.

“Hey,” Dean turns his head to the side, glancing over to where Cas is perched on the bed next to him, reading some encyclopedia that is equally giant and boring, trying to gain information for the case they’re about to head out on.

True to everything Dean has known about Cas from the moment they met, Cas immediately and without hesitation abandons what he had been doing to look up. “Yes, Dean?”

Dean meets his blue eyes and then glances away because it’s too much, somehow, even though it never feels like enough. He glances over Cas’s shoulder to stare at one of the guns he has hung on his wall. He briefly considers turning back to stare at the same water stain on his ceiling that he’d been looking at while mulling over these thoughts, but he doesn’t want to turn away from Cas. “I just—” He pauses for a moment, takes in a deep breath, and then forces himself to meet Cas’s gaze directly. “I don’t know if I’ve ever said thanks, And you deserve to hear that.”

Cas looks equal parts touched and confused with a hint of confusion there, too. “For what?”

And Dean knows there isn’t really a way to encompass everything he’s thankful for. He knows there aren’t words to truly express the depth of the impact Cas has had both on Dean’s life and on Dean himself. Dean doesn’t know how to tell him that Cas is the only place he feels like he can be himself, the only place where he feels like the bare bones of who he is matters and is enough. So instead, he lets out a shaky exhale and murmurs, “Everything.”

And in that way Cas always does, he seems to understand exactly what Dean means. It’s as if he can hear the multitudes of feelings and unspoken words hidden in those syllables, like he can feel the weight of what Dean’s feeling. And maybe that’s their profound bond, connecting them in a way that isn’t physical. Or maybe that’s just because Cas sees Dean and understands Dean at his most fundamental level. Maybe it’s because Cas loves him in a way that is as fierce as Dean loves him in return.

Cas just smiles and kisses him.

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[waywardstation]

*Boops Ingo* 🐾

With no warning, the weird teenager runs up to you at the training grounds while holding up her baggy polecat so it can boop you on the nose with its paw. What do you do?

[greykolla-art]

Hi, hope your day's going well! I didn't realize you'd read Skulduggery Pleasant! Those books were my absolute favorite growing up, they're a major inspiration for why I became a writer! I'm so glad my favorite artist in the Hazbin fandom also loves my favorite book series!!

Oh BABY it’s so nice to revisit them after all these years!😊💕

They are absolutely the reason I like age-gap friendships and mentors. 👏

Magical Irish disaster duo, I challenge them to go to therapy.

[froggtogs]

old design redraws! falling down this rabbit hole again haha

[shima-draws]

Nami: So really what I’m saying is that you should probably have some sort of requirement for what you’re looking for in a romantic partner

Nami: And then you can marry them. Like I married Vivi :)

Luffy: I just want someone who can cook for me!

Luffy: But Sanji already does that. And nobody can cook better than Sanji. And nobody is prettier than Sanji

Luffy: So I’ll just marry Sanji! :D

Nami: Oh my god??

Sanji:

Sanji: Wait hold on back up wait a second—

[myokk]

💘

[mewsmagic]

Happy dunmeshi dayyy!!!! How are we feeling Farcille nation?? 😭😭💀💀💀

Gosh I’m so late to the party LMAO but Falin immediately caught my eye and I was so excited whenever she appeared even if just for a bit!!

Which gave me the idea for this art/meme, bc it definitely didn’t feel enough 😭😭😭😭 now I’m drowning myself in Farcille ao3 bc I need MORE doomed yuri!!!!!

[xeemaee]

I just know they’re gonna have an awkward first kiss at 16-18 years old and they’re both gonna be so weird about it I just know it

[tesseractingrey]

as someone who went spoiler free until their tit show, if there’s anyone else out there who hasn’t seen it yet and is trying to hold out, it’s SO worth it. truly amazing and emotionally devastating experience everything hits so hard hearing it from their mouths for the first time stay strong you can do this it’s worth it

[marimbles]

It seems to be pretty well established that most fanfic authors don’t mind when readers leave comments on old fics and in fact welcome it. But what about authors replying to old comments?

Do readers care in general whether an author replies? Is it expected and seen as rude if they don’t? Is it nice when they do but not expected? Is there a time limit to the welcomeness of replies? Like is it nice if they respond within a few weeks but if it’s been months or years it feels awkward because you don’t remember the fic anymore? I’m curious!

[lunar-years]

The way Jamie chugs his beer down at Bones & Honey as soon as it’s placed in front of him :) I’m trying not think about how he’s nervous because he thinks he’s on a date :) i’m trying not to think about the little fist bump and smile he wears after thinking he’s scored an invite for said date :) I’m trying to not think about them sitting so closely on those stools and Roy praising Jamie and Jamie thanking Roy but also taking the piss...Seconds before disaster. :) and then Roy had to go and say THAT. Roy Kent when I catch you…….

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Canon James Potter on hearing his name is linked to two ships in ao3’s top 20 ships for 2023 (no 8 and no 18):

Canon James Potter on hearing the most popular of the two is him & Sirius’ Deater baby brother Reggie:

[shima-draws]

Okay so like. I’m not caught up with BNHA in the slightest. I stopped watching midway through season 5. But I’ve kinda been in the loop with what’s going on? Anyway out of curiosity I watched the Bakugou apologizing scene and MAN. MANNNN. That’s got me feeling some kinda WAY,

[ask-starlight-anya]

[arrowfleur]

I don’t know why but in my head magic was illegal where Sam grew up. I know loads of people already HC he has religious trauma and then if you add in the condemnation of witchcraft and such….