#i’ve have an epiphany

[liveblogsandthots]

IN AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE JEREMY AND ANDREW FUCKED

[o-wild-west-wind]

there’s something about how Stede crossing out DEAD and circling ALIVE on the wanted poster like the silly little lover he is manages to be, like…the heart and thesis of the show all in one.

it’s baffling. it’s goofy. it’s a bit sad. it’s optimistic, despite. it’s love in action. it’s earnest beyond belief.

and—quite literally—it’s choosing live.

[babyboywilson]

cas had texted and said he’d be back at the bunker that night, and dean had stayed up until almost 3am waiting for the angel. when cas hadn’t walked through the bunker door, dean had to drag himself to bed before he passed out on the war table.

he didn’t sleep for long though, waking up just after 6am to check his phone. no messages from cas. was it too soon to start worrying?

making his way to the kitchen for a very strong cup of black coffee, dean shuffled past the bag in hallway while he rubbed blearily at his eyes. it took several long seconds before dean realized he’d almost tripped over cas’ overnight bag and he quickly backtracked and made a beeline for cas’ room.

the room was empty, no sign of cas’ current trenchcoat or of the angel anywhere.

frowning, dean wandered the hallways, searching for any signs of cas. but there was nothing. the bunker was quiet. empty. not even sam was awake yet.

convincing himself that the overnight bag had always been there and he’d just forgotten because he was tired, dean trudged back towards the kitchen by cutting through the library.

and he froze, mid-step.

slumped, lying curled up between two of the chairs at the table, was a sleeping angel using his trenchcoat as a pillow against the hard wooden seats.

a sleeping angel who was bundled up under dean’s old hoodie; the clothing item which usually held a permanent place in the backseat of the impala. the same hoodie that had gone missing a week ago.

dean’s heart stuttered in his chest.

his feet carried him gently across the library and he found himself reaching out and brushing a lock of hair off of cas’ forehead. the hood of the jacket was tucked up under cas’ chin, almost as if the angel had been burying his face in the cotton material, but the rest of it was slipping off and threatening to fall onto the floor.

breath catching in his throat, dean softly readjusted the hoodie and wrapped it around cas’ shoulders. cas let out a content sigh in his sleep, and dean suddenly felt weak in the knees.

cas had taken dean’s jacket with him when he’d left the bunker last week. and now, cas was using his hoodie as a blanket. a concept that years ago dean would’ve sworn up and down that cas would never understand because angels didn’t have feelings. yet, here cas was, carrying around dean’s old clothes, wearing his heart on dean’s worn sleeves.

smiling to himself, dean quietly made his way back to the kitchen to make honey tea for cas and a pot of coffee. he was going to need the caffeine courage to show cas that this was mutual.

as the coffee brewed and the tea steeped, dean snuck back into cas’ room and collected the one thing he was missing. wrapping one of cas’ old trenchcoats around his shoulders, dean was finally ready to put his own heart onto cas’ sleeve.

[bbyboybucket]

You know, maybe I’ve been looking at some of the writing in TFATWS the wrong way. Maybe scenes like the one where Bucky says “Hydra was his people”, actually isn’t just bullshit victim blaming. What if it’s not actually bad or careless writing that they switch up from a sympathetic narrative to a more guilty one.

What if they’ve actually been intentionally contradictory all along to convey that Bucky has Stockholm syndrome to some degree. God I can’t believe I’ve never thought about this till now.

[epiphanytear]

Happy Birthday Vane @senor-hoberto

[sciencewife]

Oh have you ever drawn Caroline saying her incoming “goodbye Caroline” line?

How do you see her when she said it?! I’m curious!

I had to draw her today so I could say “yes I have”

The following is, of course, my opinion.

To me, Caroline is a very intelligent, clever woman. There’s a misconception that Caroline was being your average ditzy secretary when she says this line, but to me, she was making a clever joke. She probably said it with a smile and a wink at Cave when the recording you hear in old Aperture was originally made. She and Cave worked well with each other and understood one another on a certain level, to where they just knew exactly what the other was talking about. Not sure if telepathic is the right word. But they understood each other more than any other two people in Aperture did.

But there’s a melancholy angle too, I think. Goodbye, Caroline. The meaning changes as the years went by. It starts off as a joke, but I think Caroline gives more and more to Aperture as time passes, and she devotes her life to it (Cave doesn’t call her the backbone of the facility for nothing). She gives even more once Cave falls sick and eventually dies, and she takes over.

Eventually, she’s given so much of herself to Aperture and to science—once she’s given all a human being can possibly give—that, in the end, she becomes Aperture.

Goodbye, Caroline.

[athetos]

I wish there was a way to make my problems solely my own and not also the problems of everyone I love as well but unfortunately they haven’t invented a solution to that problem yet. All I can do is continue to genuinely try to improve and hopefully everything else will follow suit and ppl will forgive me and if they don’t that’s okay too.

[davnittbraes]

I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO SCREAM THIS BUT UNTO THE VOID

I HAVE JUST SOLVED A PLOT HOLE THAT HAS EXISTED FOR 10+ YEARS

BOW BEFORE ME

[lucifer-the-fetus-eater]

Mayor of teufort the kind of guy to make gay marriage legal because “all marriages should be happy I can’t believe happy marriages were illegal! That explains my relationship with my wife”

[wutheringmights]

Oh

[0vergrowngraveyard]

i think i’ve gotten a little too used to being lonely ngl

[milo-is-rambling]

I can’t even imagine living without anxiety. Like. How. What?

[sapphosclown]

i turned 20 this year and thought i’d have a breakdown over being “not being a teenager anymore”. but i didn’t, and you know what? i don’t miss my teenage years. i don’t long to go back and relive it. i don’t miss feeling helpless, and angry, and lost, and confused. i don’t miss those misplaced feelings. i don’t even care so much anymore that life didn’t happen the way i thought it was going to.

when i look back, all i had was fear of growing up, losing my youth. i didn’t even cherish the learning and maturing i was going through. i know so much more than i did at 15 and that was only 5 years ago. being a teenager is literally terrible and it’s so unfair that society wants us to think it’s the best times of our lives. no it’s not. it has good things, but in comparison to the whole rest of our lives, i really hope being 15 is not something i look up to achieving again. i want to be able to look in the mirror and have the 15 year old version of myself that lives in my head go “wow. we did it. we are living the life we’ve always wanted- the one we deserve”

don’t fear aging, embrace growing.

[epiphanytear]

You erode all my corners and make me into love (for @aprylynn)

[whenthegoldrays]

I don’t know what it is about the Jane Austen adaptations I’ve seen recently, but they just have so much trouble sticking the landing.

[kaiba-cave]

Every time Green Day releases a new song I remember that I can’t understand a single word Billie says while singing. I need to see the lyrics to learn the words to a Green Day song pfft.