#by mi

[angelinthefire]

We all remember this post:

Well I wrote a fic inspired by it, and it's finished now and the reviews are good!

You can read it here

[quoth-the-goblin-nevermore]

At the barricades of freedom *vague sizzling of cooked meats*

[elliespectacular]

Happy 24-6-01!

[sambuchito]

de una forma una mini pimer es como una cinturonga …

[gummygoblinn]

My favorite thing about “the bride and the ugly ass groom” tweet is that it is very indicative of their real relationship.

[ladyorlandodream]

Yes, Spain!!!!

[Image descriptions: 1. Tweet by AJ+ @AJPlus [gold check verified] that says: Spain became the 1st country in Europe to offer paid menstrual leave, for 3-5 days. It also gave final approval to laws that: [bullet point] enshrine rights to abortion for people over 16 [bullet point] let trans people over 16 self-identify gender by simple declaration, one of the only places to do so [Attached to the Tweet is a photo of a group of people with trans flags gathered on the steps of a building with large stone columns.]

2. A headline from DW that says: “Spain passes laws on trans rights, abortion, menstrual leave – DW.” The visible part of the article says, “The new laws expand transgender rights and abortion access, as well as give workers paid menstrual leave. The approval comes ahead of…” \End descriptions]

[ohbother2]

Vox wishes he had what Alastor and Lucifer have

[mightydyke]

I love when fiction makes the audience feel guilty about their role as the audience. When something fucked up is treated as a joke but later it's recognised how fucked up it was and the audience feels guilty for finding it funny. When a character breaks the fourth wall to plead for help, and you can't do anything so you just watch. And you know that the characters pain isn't real, but they're begging for help and you're not helping because their suffering is entertainment for you

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.

[angelinthefire]

my 15x19 argument in fic form:

With one last lingering glance at Dean, soft in the lamplight, Cas starts to leave. 

He’s at the top step when Dean speaks.

“I did it for you, y’know.”

Cas stops, and turns, confusion on his face.

“Did what?”

“Give up.” Dean says. 

Staring into his whiskey.

“Pull the trigger.”

He looks up from his glass. 

Looks Cas in the eye. 

Says, sounding so tired,

“To bring you back.”

Cas remembers what it was like when the Lance of Michael pierced his guts. The liquifying burn of it. 

“What?” he breathes.

This is worse. 

Cas stares at Dean, waiting for a tell, a clue, as to why Dean would say that, why he would lie. But Dean just watches him steadily. 

And with each passing second Cas feels himself fall to pieces.

With the weight. 

The responsibility. 

The blood that he didn’t know was on his hands. 

Sam’s blood.

And Dean watches. Steady. 

“You don’t mean that,” Cas says. Desperate. 

“Do I look like I’m lying?”

Cas knows what Dean looks like when he lies. It’s not like this. 

He looks resigned. 

“No.” Cas steps forward. Shaking. Pleading. “No. Dean, you saved the world. Sam saved the world.”

The corner of Dean’s mouth curls up, as if he could actually laugh at this. 

“Sam thought… ‘Hey if we’re gonna off ourselves to save everyone, we should make sure Chuck brings Cas back too.’”

Dean takes a sip of whiskey.

“Make sure we get our money’s worth.” 

His eyes slide over Cas’ body. Something dark and dead in them. 

Cas’ coat is still hanging over the chair in the den. Without it he feels exposed. 

“The cherry on top.” 

Dean shakes his head, gulps his liquor.

“He didn’t know,” he says, whisky burning in his voice. “The world coulda stayed gone if you weren’t in it.”

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[mellosghosts]

in my heart this joke is in the movie, but unfortunately im afraid only we, hughjackmaniacs, would get it 🥀

[cuando-fingi-quererte]

🕯️Manifestando🕯️

[genderfeel]

valjean: come to that, can you be sure that i am not your man?

the dubious inspector javert:

[ryebreadlord]