#this is what love feels like

[indubioprocoffee]

“So you’re human now?” Dean asked.

Cas gaze drifted through the bunker as if he was seeing it for the first time. Maybe he really was. It reminded Dean of a newborn; they also had this curios glance in their eyes.

“I suppose so.”

Dean nodded absently, unsure, what to say.

“I didn’t know …” Cas added. “I didn’t know it was this colorful. Everything is so … vibrant.”

“What was it like for you … before?”

Cas shrugged. “It’s difficult to explain. Numbed, I would say now for sure.”

Dean nodded again. “You gonna be alright, Cas?” His voice sounded more concerned than he wanted. Damn it.

The wandering of Cas’ gaze stopped, finally focusing on Dean. “Honestly? I don’t know. It’s all so new. I thought I knew what it meant to be human, but now … I guess I don’t know the first thing about it. There is this longing in my stomach …”

Dean chuckled. “It’s called hunger, Cas. Have you eaten since you became human?”

“No …”

“Well then, let me introduce you to PB & Js.”

They talked for hours. Cas had so many questions. Things, Dean never even thought about, like goose bumps. It offered him a completely new perspective on his existence, it was nice, refreshing.

It was getting really late, morning was getting close and Dean was getting tired. Cas didn’t seem to feel tired at all. All these new experiences, as overwhelming as they probably were didn’t seem to tire him at all, in the contrary exhilarated him. But after a while Cas became quiet and thoughtful. Concern showed on his face.

“Dean … I don’t even know what love feels like.”

“Huh? Where did that come from now?”

“It’s important for humans, right? It’s all the poets talk about. In all these centuries, it was the main topic for you humans. It’s important … It’s important to know,” Cas declared anxiously.

Dean tilted his head, watching Cas silently panicking more and more. The grip on his beer bottle got tighter, a nervous flatter in his chest.

“Cas …” he slowly said. “You know what it feels like …”

“What do you mean?”

Dean sighed. “Cas, you idiot. It feels like this.”

Cas squinted as if not quite following.

“You … Me. You know? This is what it feels like.”

[nomorenightingaless]

HAM JEET GAYE HAM JEET GAYE HAM JEET GAYE HAM JEET GAYE HAM HEET GAYE

[alaraxia]

was able to draw a bit today without pain and my heart is so full :)

[esorabb1t]

tear me open and hold a vibrating wand against my heart <3

[cowboylikedean]

it's amazing. sweetheart woke up and told me he loved me and my anxiety and grief just got smaller.

he really is just...... salvation

[dollvein]

[hollyhumbrstone]

you're in the kitchen humming all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

[phantom-does-a-thing]

:))))

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[crabussy]

IM GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN SOMEONES CAR

[hum-suffer]

Utho anarkali new song recommendation just dropped

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[chloesimaginationthings]

The aesthetic in FNAF 4 is unmatched..

[wonusite]

UR BACK 💗💗

- 🤡 nonny

YES BABE I MISSED U 🤍🤍🤍

[crows-home]

part of my nimona viewing experience. idk why but i got super emotional in the first five minutes.

ID by @peachygos

[ID: A comic juxtaposing screenshots from Nimona 2023 and drawings of a person watching the movie. The first screenshot is Ambrosius's introduction; he grins at the camera as the news anchors introduce him, his name in big print on the screen. The person watching thinks with a bored expression, "Ah. Ok. This guy is gonna be the jackass. Typical golden-boy stuck-up prince that thinks he's better than the underdog. I see where this is going.

The next screenshot is of Ambrosius and Ballister on the platform above the arena, Ambrosius doing his news anchor bit and saying, "Aaand will Ballister be broody on the biggest day of his life?" Ballister laughs at his antics. The person watching now has a small smile, as they think, "Huh! Aw, they're actually nice to each other and are friends! I wasn't expecting that, that's nice-"

The third and final screenshot is a shot from behind of Ballister leaning his head on Ambrosius's shoulder. The caption reads "the knighting ceremony is just moments away." The person watching now has a touched, soft expression, like they're holding back tears. They think "OH." as a partially transparent doodle behind them bends over crying and blubbering, with another doodle showing their heart shot through with an arrow. /end ID]

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.