#trickster asshole; {gabriel}

[quietwingsinthesky]

my self-insert ass would get killed if allowed within five feet of any angel though because im not a winchester and i cant keep my fucking mouth shut

[mysterymachine67]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

Dean Winchester:

- Giving him a handjob while he’s sick.

- Challenging him in NNN.

- Edging him.

- Helping him cum because he can’t get himself to!

- He’s pent up and you’re there to help.

- Dean being loud as you fuck him.

- Dean riding you but with a twist.

- Overstimulating him.

- Valentine’s Day special! ♡

- Giving him a blowjob.

- Fucking him on the hood of the Impala.

- Small Drabble of Dean not being able to keep his hands off of you!

- Continuing to fuck him as he’s on the phone.

- Drabble of Dean ‘tasting good’

- Dean crying during sex

- Power bottom Dean with inexperienced m!reader

- Fucking Dean on one of the tables in the bunker

- Dean giving you a bj

- Small thing of denying Dean pleasure

- Cocky, asshole reader w/ Dean

- Soft, sweet sex with Dean

- Having sex while in a Scooby Doo episode? That’s crazy!

- Dean giving you head while you drive the Impala

- Dean edging himself

- Fucked out Dean giving you head

- Giving Dean a handjob as he drives the Impala

- Dadbod!Dean smut Drabble

- Dean riding you to help you calm down

- Save a horse, ride a cowboy. (Dean & cowboy!reader)

- Drabble of a quickie with Dean

Sam Winchester:

- He’s pent up & needs your help.

- Slow sex w/ a pathetic Sam.

Gabriel/Trickster:

- Fucking him till he can only make out bits of Enochian.

- Gabriel being a tease.

- Giving him a handjob.

Crowley Macleod:

- Crowley confronting you about “ignoring” him leads from one thing to another.

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐘

Beau Arlen:

- Helping him calm down after a stressful case.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝟏 & 𝟐

James Sunderland:

- Pure smut.

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

Jayce Talis:

- Overstimulating him.

Viktor:

- Helping him relax.

- Giving him a bj in the lab.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐)

Bruce Wayne:

- Halloween special! 🦇

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 (𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒)

Soldier boy (Benjamin):

- Cuddling with him/making him relaxed - fluff

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐃

Robert Chase:

- Giving him a hj

[idjits-areus]

I wrote this small analysis of Gabriel's character a while ago. I just found it and decided "Why not post it?"

Fair warning: This is a little bit long.

Gabriel left heaven just after Chuck left. Lucifer and Michael were constantly fighting and he just couldn't take it. So he left. According to 13x17, Loki and Gabriel made a deal where Gabriel could be Loki and Loki could take a vacation of sorts. Essentially. He became Loki the womanizing, candy loving, asshole of a trickster. Which is completely different from the real Loki who is a lot worse. He left Gabriel, archangel of heaven, behind. He distanced himself from everyone and everything in heaven. He just couldn't deal with it. All the angels thought he died.

People would call what Gabriel did as hiding. Which, they're not wrong. But there's more to it than that. He was the messenger of god. Once God left, there was no job anymore and his once happy family started fighting (Chuck's fault because everything is literally Chuck's fault). That was like the last straw for him. He left. He couldn't handle the constant fighting and the lack of duties so he did the only thing he could think of doing. Running. He is a chronic problem avoider. It's just facts.

And it's not like Chuck didn't know what Gabriel was doing. He just didn't care. He probably deemed the world unfit and went to start a new one. Again. It wasn't until Sam and Dean came along that Chuck became interested again. But this isn't about Chuck.

He was happy and free for centuries. He put heaven's problems behind him and just was himself. Then along came Sam and Dean. They single handedly ruined everything that Gabriel had done. Not only did they figure out he was an angel, but they also brought him back into heaven's problems. He was out and they pulled him back in. Changing channels was Gabriel trying to get them to go along with their roles in the apocalypse. Show them that they have to say yes. All because Gabriel didn't want his siblings to fight anymore. He just wanted it to be over. He was tired and he wanted to go back to being Loki.

Hammer of the gods comes along and Gabriel really doesn't want to help them, but he has to. He would much rather run again. Especially since they invited his brother to the shindig. And he could have. He could have easily left everyone to die. He didn't though. He chose to help. He went against every bone in his body and helped. Even if it wasn't for anything and he ended up “dying.” Which, to be fair, was part of his plan. He saw an out and took it. Heaven found out he was still alive and he knew that they wouldn't leave him alone, so he had to die again in order to ensure that. As long as everyone thought he was dead, Gabriel could once more be free.

And of course he trusted the wrong people and his freedom turned into imprisonment. On one hand, nobody knew he was alive. On the other hand, nobody knew he was alive. Well, besides Chuck and Metatron (I assume). He lived in both metaphorical and physical hell for 7 years. Once out and with the Winchester's he had a chance to leave when Asmodeus showed up. He could have run and let Sam and Castiel die, but that meant that Asmodeus could still find him. He wouldn't be free like he wants to be. So he had to get revenge. Literally faced his demon. Then, once that was done, he left to continue his revenge.

Fueled by revenge, Gabriel sought out and killed those he thought he could trust including Loki himself. He claimed that he didn't need any help from the Winchester's, but he actually did. He just couldn't say it. Didn't want to say it actually because he didn't want to seem as weak and as broken as he probably felt. He needed to make sure he was seen as his old spunky, annoying self. He eventually bent just a little bit and accepted their help.

He even decided to help them with apocalypse Micheal. Because he wanted the fighting to stop and apocalypse Micheal would just cause even more fighting. Again, Gabriel is tired of all the fighting. He chats with Jack and Lucifer in the apocalypse world. Even tries to achieve some normalcy with Lucifer, but that doesn't last very long. In the end, Gabriel sacrifices himself for nothing. Michael ends up through anyways. But that's not what I'm focusing on. I'm focusing on the fact that Gabriel essentially said “fuck it” and fought. No ulterior motives. No blackmail. He did it because he was tired of running. He decided that he had run for long enough and that if he wanted to end it then he had to take it on head first. Wanted to stand up for once. It was a noble, selfless sacrifice.

Gabriel’s a chronic problem avoider. He uses jokes and sweets as coping mechanisms. He can't keep relationships. Kali is an example of that. Which is why all the women he's with are mainly his illusions. Because he can't feel bad when they leave because they aren't real. He's been so far detached from heaven that when he finally realizes what's going on up there that he's severely disappointed. Nothing had changed in millennias. He can't ask for help because he always has to be perceived as strong. He also doesn't like to not have control of situations (ex: changing channels). His continuity errors are on purpose. It's the part of him that wants help and wants someone to catch him. Which also means that his whole carefree aloof persona is fake. Deep down he's lonely. I think that's why he followed Sam and Dean after Crawford Hall. It wasn't really because they were so fuck-with-able. It was because they made him feel less lonely. He just disguised it so well.

Also, he's almost like Lucifer in the sense of his “defiance”. His “rebellion” stage if you like. It's all just basically one big ‘fuck you’ to Chuck while also Gabriel just trying to be his own person. And again, it's not like Chuck cared. Not until Sam and Dean came into the picture.

And Gabriel doesn't care about leadership. He doesn't care about heaven really. He hasn't thought of it as a home since he left. Raphael, Lucifer, Micheal, they all want to rule heaven. Hell even transformer man, Castiel at one point, Duma, Naomi, Zachariah, Bartholomew. They all wanted to be in charge of heaven. Gabriel never did. He didn't care. He just wanted a family. One that he couldn't have. All just goes back to the theme of “family is hell” because even the angels suck. Nobody is safe.

[bitkahuna]

WIP Fanfictions:

Masterlist of the seven fanfictions I’m currently writing. Will be updated as progress is made!!

To see my published fanfictions, go here to my AO3

Green fics are being actively worked on while orange fics are touched less consistently. Blue are actively being published and are a priority.

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1) Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbo Baggins - Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit - Cultural differences being abound as an innocent Hobbit is corrupted by our favorite dwarven king. (NSFW, gay, corruption kink)

2) Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter book and movie franchises - An entire fucking rewrite of the book series where Harry is far more proactive and more of a BAMF in trying to not only thwart, but also go on the offense in the war between good and evil, as well as his life after. (NSFW, gay, portrayals of addiction, graphic violence, death and murder (but it’s only the bad guys cause I’m only capable of writing happy endings))

3) Julian Bashir x Elim Garak - Star Trek: Deep Space 9 - post-Dominion war ... it's incredibly fucking complicated. Nearly a decade ago, Julian Bashir, along with 12 other augmented children were rescued from a secret base on an asteroid, rehabilitated, and given the chance at real lives. When Dr. Zimmerman boards the DS9 having already realized Julian is an augment, Starfleet creates the lie that it was done by his parents in order to save face for the fact that they knew Julian was an augment before he ever even enrolled at the academy. But when the truth begins to come out, Garak is quite fascinated by just how good a liar Julian actually is.

4) Reader x Dr. T’Ana - Star Trek: Lower Decks - A dying cryo-ship is stumbled upon by the USS: Cerritos with only a single human aboard. Dr. T’Ana finds herself suspicious of the woman born four hundred years ago as her crumbling relationship with Shaxs leads her to a queer crisis.

5) Reader x Cicero - Elder Scrolls X: Skyrim - After the final battle against Alduin, something went wrong. Very wrong. The Dragonborn should not have been able to absorb Alduin’s soul. Yet, she did. What happens when the souls of a Dragonborn and a demigod combine?

6) Reader x Asterion - Baldur’s Gate III - The Nautiloid slipped from world to world, dimension to dimension, and universe to universe with all the ease of a cockroach squirming under a door. Until, shortly before the events leading to its crash, it crashed through the realm of the goddess of dreams, accidentally taking the goddess and resetting her to a weakened mortal form.

7) Sam x Gabriel - Supernatural - After Jack resets the world, all seems normal. Dangers are still abound, but not nearly as serious as they once were. A powerful mage trying to find eternal youth has popped up on the Winchester’s radar, but after investigating and finding the perp, Sam is hit with the interrupted magic ritual and is reverted back to who he was in his college days. Unfortunately for him, a certain trickster archangel was also resurrected by Jack. Even more unfortunate, Sam was quite the asshole in college. Just the kind that Gabriel had always taken a particular joy in humbling.

[quietwings-fics]

the things you wanted for yourself

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen (Gabriel & Sam) Additional Tags: Episode: s03e11 Mystery Spot (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sam Winchester Whump, Trickster Gabriel (Supernatural), Gabriel Being an Asshole (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Dies, Time Loop Wordcount: 225 Summary:

Sam wakes up, and it's Tuesday again.

Sam wakes up, and it's Tuesday again.

And he tries. God, he tries to get Dean out of town. He tries to leave. He tries to run.

Dean dies anyway. Sam wakes up. That fucking song is still playing.

In the diner, Sam says just the right words to get Dean to leave the table for a minute. He needs to breathe, but there's no time. He has to remember every detail, or else- Something happens that shouldn't, that never happens. Someone else slides into the booth, right into Dean's spot, and the Trickster leans over the table.

"What did you do?" Sam demands.

"Hey, you asked," says the Trickster, arrogance covering irritation. "Just take us back to Tuesday when it all started." His imitation of Sam is as whiny and pathetic as he can make it, and he dares Sam to correct him with a smirk.

"Wednesday," Sam says weakly.

"No take-backsies." The Trickster waves a hand dismissively. "Besides, isn't this better? I can always send you back to a world without Dean rather than one where you just have to watch him die-"

"No!"

"That's what I thought." He looks behind Sam. "Spilled milkshake. You forgot to warn him about that one." Before Sam can turn around, he hears Dean slip, the sickening crack of his head against tile, and-

He wakes up.

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[smolcuriouskitten]

"Really?" She asks, she gasps at the candy bar then catches it, blinking at it. Her excitement was replaced with suspicion, narrowing her eyes at him and looks at the bar. "You may have messed with it." She hands it back to him and shakes her head. "Whatever. Just because you are an angel doesnt mean you call everyone else fake human." She sticks her tongue out at him.

"No he cant. Especially not you, the one who caused me such grief." She pretends to faint and giggles. "Besides Im not human, we been over this."

[420technoblazeit]

8, 13, and/or 17 for the choose violence ask game?

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

people are kidna really weird about bela considering she was like. crowley 1.0 and basically just wanted the colt to avoid her own death. she was also way nicer than crowley and dean was kind of a dick for lettign her die

13. worst blorboficiation

i love gabriel but he was kind of an asshole guys. he was literally spendign most of his time murdering people who were like. vaguely dickish. idk it's a part of him that i find really interesting and i like that you can definitely see how he was really close to lucifer before the fall and everyone's just like oh haha gabe. he's such a silly little guy. he was a nasty fuckign trickster with incredibly questionable morals let him be nasty!!!!!!! !!!

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

anything with raphael they were really cool

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Ashes and Grace

Ashes and Grace https://ift.tt/QvO4zKf by winst Words: 3126, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena MacLeod, Crowley (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Lucifer (Supernatural) Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Top Gabriel/Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Gabriel (Supernatural), Destiel mentioned, Sam is very traumatized, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Trickster Gabriel (Supernatural), Past Sexual Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Gabe is in love, God is an asshole, they have a lot of sex, Everyone struggles by the way, Smut via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/QgDf1Kw August 12, 2024 at 07:15AM

[heyitslillypopp]

Gabriel tried to teach Sam a really valuable lesson about death and letting go back when the show didn't trivialize death and it wasn't normal for every character to have died and returned 5 or more times, but now that death is essentially meaningless people view Gabriel as an asshole and I h a t e i t

[smolcuriouskitten]

[ FIVE CONFESSIONS ]  send for five times the receiver almost says ‘i love you’ and the one time they do.

1. Almost

It was peaceful, the sound of his breathing as she laid on his chest. Gabriel had fallen asleep during movie night last night and Rockelle didnt want to leave his side. So they were both confined to the couch, Rockelle grabbing a blanket to cover them both with. His warmth was radiating as she laid on top of him, bringing her that sense of security as the cool air tried to penetrate the air around them. His hair was falling over his face which she delicately moves it. Watching over him, she could feel her heart flutter around her chest, falling deeper in love with the sight. She could get used to this. As her lips parted to mutter those 3 words, he stirs making her lay back down on his chest with a blush. She didnt want to be caught staring at him!

2. Almost

Music blaring as Rockelle and Renelle were cooking food in the kitchen, both sisters could be heard singing and dancing along with the songs. Christopher was on his phone, filiming them and hyping them up, making sure to gas them up more. What? The food tasted better when you could feel and taste the love put into it! Gabriel watched from the side with a goofy grin on his face, enjoying the sight. He always loved seeing her have fun with her family, feeling right at home with them. Death walks into the room and stretches, looking over at Gabriel then back at the trio acting silly. "I havent seen her that happy in awhile. You are Gabriel right?" He asks, his silver eyes gazing over at the shorter man. Death was a 6'8 giant with muscles to match his tall stature. If you didnt know him, he would be intimidating with his height and stature but in all honesty, he was a sweetheart. Gabriel looked up at Death with a polite smile. "Yes I am. Gabriel Friedman, nice to meet you. You are Rockelle's father correct?" He asks and Death nods with a smile. "I am. Death Hollister, pleased to meet you after all this time. Rockelle talks very highly of you. If you dont want to call me Death, Darrien is fine. So how long have you guys been dating?" He continues to question and Rockelle hops over holding two forks with food on them. "Taste it please! Im trying a new recipe!" She excitedly blurbs, Death taking the fork and tasting it. "Open up baby!" She coos at Gabriel and he obeys, she puts the fork in his mouth, Gabe letting out a soft hum. "This tastes great! No meat right?" Death asks and Rockelle nods, Renelle holding a thumbs up. "This is delicious!" Gabriel said, feeling the love through the food. "I lo-" Gabe starts and Christopher came over, grabbing Rockelle's head and she glares at him. "See dad? You gotta make sure they have fun in the kitchen! You will have the best tasting food ever!" He chuckles and Death rolls his eyes, moving Christopher's arm away from Rockelles head. "That isnt nice, Elie and Ren can out cook you. Dont put your hand on her head, you know she doesnt like that." He firmly said and Chris sighs, folding his arm. While the two boys bantered, Rockelle returns her gaze back to Gabriel with a shake of her head towards the two. "Baby, you were gonna say something." She said softly and Gabriel shrugs. "Oh nothing. I was just gonna say your cooking is amazing." He lied, hugging her as she giggles and nods, leaving a few kisses on his chin. Christopher and Renelle start to gag, Death scolding them for being mean soon after

3. Almost

Stressful was an understatement, it was the final part of Rockelle's show and nothing was going right. Between the dancers missing steps, her mic not working for the bulk of the show, and the lights messing up, she wanted to rip her hair out. Normally she tries to keep her anger to a minimum but she was already cursing out Onyx for picking a shitty venue and not giving the team enough time to prepare. Once the show finished, you could see the irritation on Rockelles face as she stomps away to her dressing room, Gabriel zapping behind her. "Hi kitten." He purrs and Rockelle was stuffing her stuff into her purse with a huff. "Hi love." She said with an irritated tone and that worried Gabriel immediately. "Should I even ask how the show went?" He asks and Rockelle shakes her head, grabbing the last of her stuff. "No! It was shitty! The venue is a run down piece of shit and on top of that, we were only given a week to prepare! God dammit I cant work in these conditions." Rockelle began to switch languages with how pissed off she was, Gabriel listening with attentive ears, being able to understand the mixture of Korean and French. The greatest perk of being an archangel! He listened and reacted accordingly, Rockelle sitting down on a futon in the room, laying back, her face was tinted pink from anger and her eyes were an auburn red. Gabriel sat on his knees beside her and rubs her head, making her purr softly and playfully nip at his free hand. "I dont see how you can deal with my grumpy ass. You always know what to say and how to calm me down." She said, leaning into his touch and Gabriel chuckles. "Of course. Thats what Im here for. I hope you feel better with that off your chest." He responds which she gives a small nod. "I do. I still feel grumpy though." She grumbles and Gabriel then pats his jacket, pulling out a chocolate bar, giving it to her. "Would this help?" He asks with a smirk and an eyebrow wiggle, Rockelle gasping and gently taking it with a smile! "It would! Thank you so much!" She said, taking a bite out of the bar, fighting the ugre to say 'god I love you.'

4. Almost

Rockelle hates parties. She always dreaded having them for her new releases but Onyx insisted it was 'good for press.' She also wanted to bring Gabriel with her to try and keep her sane. She hated having to talk with people that she couldnt give two shits about along with putting her comfort aside to talk about her music. Yes she loved doing music but she hated talking about herself, made her feel like her head was up her ass. "So are you sure that there will be no journalists at the party? Onyx if you are lying you know I will be very pissed if I find out otherwise." Rockelle asked as she put on her makeup, Gabriel coming back into the room shortly after. "Rocky. Baby. You know I could never lie to you mama. I made sure the journalists arent there. I know you want to go public on your own time." She reassures and Rockelle gave a soft 'uh huh.' noise as she applies her lipgloss. "Alright. I trust you I guess. I will be there soon." She grumbles and hangs up. "So we..." She starts, looking over at Gabriel who was only in a towel. She turns red and blinks a few times, then clears her throat, looking up at his face, he laughs and looks over at her. "What? Cat got your tongue kitten?" He asks and Rockelle shifts her gaze away from him. "Shut up." She grumbles, he comes over and gently holds her chin, lifting it so they can share a gaze. "You look beautiful baby." He said and presses a kiss on her forehead, her face red as a cherry at this point. Her heart was pounding at her chest, leaving her temporarily breathless. "T-Thank you...You t-too." She mutters and Gabriel smiles brightly at her, gently tapping her face. "Come on love, we have to get there on time." He teases and Rockelle coughs, shaking her head. "R-Right." She turns back to the mirror and starts to fix her hair, using the flat iron to straighten her hair. "Fuck I love you." He mutters and the flat iron claps near Rockelles ear, so she didnt hear him since she wasnt paying attention. "Huh?" She asks and Gabriel coughs, putting on his boxers. "Uh....Nothing."

5. Confessions time!

Being zapped here and there was always something Rockelle had to get used too. She thought her powers were cool until she met Gabriel, always being poofed and teleported to different places and realities. This time, Gabriel had taken her to a reality that looked like a galaxy, something straight out of a textbook about the milky way. It was a good coincidence since she was reading more about space lately, so Gabriel thought it would be a nice surprise. Holding her hand, he makes sure she was following behind him, taking a quick look back to see her face. Her expression was filled with wonder and awe, she was always felt like she was going on a whimsical adventure when she was with Gabriel. God damn she loves him so much. Finding a nice spot, Gabriel snaps his fingers to make a little radio appear, that played 'Can I call you Rose' by Thee Sacred Souls, filling the air with the soft sound of music. Taking both of her hands with a smirk, he leaves a delicate kiss on her forehead. "I wanted to do something special for us since we are growing closer." He starts, Rockelle holding back tears as she was almost floating with how happy she was. "This is amazing! Oh goodness, you always pull out all of the stops for me! God I love you so much!" And there it was, it slipped out. With a look of surprise, Gabriel blinks a few times as a blush began to creep on his face. It was silent, longer than she would like. Rockelle turns red and she hides her face in his chest, letting out a little whine. "I-Im sorry! Was it too soon?!" She asks, horrified over his reaction, Gabriel taking a moment to process it. He wasnt silent because he didnt feel the same, he was overjoyed that she said it first, taking away some of his nervousness. Gently grabbing her chin, she looks up at him with tear filled eyes, which Gabriel delicately wipes away. "No...no it wasnt too soon. I love you too kitten. You stole my thunder but I cant be mad at you. You are so cute." He responds with a smirk, pressing a kiss to her lips and she closes her eyes, kissing him back. "I been choking back on saying that for awhile! I love you so much! I love you so so so much! And I am not cute! Im terrifying!" She responds, bouncing on her heels, Gabriel gently pinching her cheek making her whine. "You are cute. And I love you so much too. If you consider yourself terrifyingly cute, I agree then little one."

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Spending $200b to relocated doomed communities will save $1T

One million US homes are built on floodplains. It would cost $200B to relocate the people who live in them. If we do that, we will save $1T. Those homes are doomed. When (not if) people leave them (either before or after floods come), they merely be arriving at a conclusion that is inevitable today.

https://prospect.org/environment/how-to-de-develop-in-an-age-of-fire-and-flood/

There’s a useful concept to think about here: “Bezzle,” JK Galbraith’s term for “the magic interval when a confidence trickster knows he has the money he has appropriated but the victim does not yet understand that he has lost it.”

Some people call this the anthropocene, but we could also call it the bezzlepocene, the magic interval in which we can pretend that there is a chance that we’ll return to “normal,” and can therefore ignore the increasingly pressing need to get 1,000,000 American homeowners out of the path of the rising, violent waters coming their way.

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/11/bezzlers-gonna-bezzle/#gryft

<img src=”https://craphound.com/images/tumblr_my8teyhd2C1rwjpnyo2_500.jpg" alt=”An ad for Vita Radium suppositories.”>

Here’s another useful concept: “peak indifference.” Peak indifference is the point at which the number of people who admit that there is a problem begins an uninterrupted, continuous rise. Think of “medical radium” as a model for this. Back in the old days, people used to stuff radium — a deadly, poisonous radioactive substance — into every orifice, from asshole to appetite:

https://www.orau.org/health-physics-museum/collection/radioactive-quack-cures/pills-potions-and-other-miscellany/vita-radium-suppositories.html

Eating radium, smearing it on your skin, rubbing it on your teeth and stuffing it up your asshole is a Really Bad Idea. Do it long enough and you will die, in a very horrible way indeed. But people took the radium cure for a long-ass time and swore it helped. Some of them weren’t sick to begin with. Some got better on their own. Some experienced the placebo effect.

All of that meant that, while there were always doctors and scientists running around shouting, “Please, for the love of God, stop putting radium in your asshole!” there were also lots of people saying “Don’t you dare tell me what to put in my asshole!” while others were getting rich hocking radioactive butt-plugs.

Eventually, we stopped putting radium in our assholes. Somewhere in the journey from the first ad for a radium suppository and the last one, people started to self-radicalize as radium deniers. They saw enough of their loved ones develop suppurating lesions and ghastly tumors that they no longer needed convincing. Once that happened, it was inevitable: America became a land of radium-free back passages.

If a problem is real, denial can only last so long. Eventually, the interest on policy debt you accumulate from inaction will overwhelm your ability to service it, and you will end up in policy bankruptcy. No matter how many people are shouting “Don’t look up!” eventually, even the hardest-bitten ideologue will become a believer, even if only as he breathes his last breath:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbIxYm3mKzI

In an ideal world, the point of peak indifference will come before the point of no return. Otherwise, denial can easily become nihilism: “Yeah, I get it now, you were right, rhinos are endangered! But now that there’s only one left, we might as well find out what he tastes like, right?”

https://doctorow.medium.com/what-is-peak-indifference-b7ddb6d92ca5

(Or, more prosaically, “Yeah, you were right, these cigarettes were gonna kill me, but now that I’ve got Stage Four lung cancer, why quit?”)

https://doctorow.medium.com/i-quit-9ae7b6010c99

There is a lot of housing stock that is in floodplains, and still more that is in urban/wilderness interfaces where wildfires are inevitable. We have to do something about that, and we’re past the point where that something is “preventing floods and fires.”

The thing we have to do is “managed retreat.” As Gabrielle Gurley writes for The American Prospect, managed retreat is “simple, if hard-to-accept.” It means ending decades of deference to developers who insist that “beauty spots” on the coast or in the woods are safe for human habitation:

https://prospect.org/environment/how-to-de-develop-in-an-age-of-fire-and-flood/

It’s a lesson that California coastal towns are wrestling with. These are places where “managed retreat” is a curse-word, where politicians who dare to whisper about the risks of literally building a house on an eroding cliff-face is a bad idea are recalled and replaced with politicians who swear that we’re just not putting enough radium in our assholes:

https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-02-24/marina-sea-level-rise

Swish resort towns where the residents wake up one morning to find that their driveway and front lawn have disappeared overnight, so that their front door now opens onto a 200' plunge onto sharp rocks and surging seas are spectacular and cinematic, but they’re not representative.

As Gurley writes, the history of “managed buyouts” is typically American, riven by racism that further punishes poor and marginalized people who were shoved into unsafe housing on floodplains by denying them fair compensation for the homes they are forced out of. A Pew Charitable Trusts report details a plausible plan for creating a new agency to manage this:

https://www.pewtrusts.org/en/research-and-analysis/reports/2022/04/property-buyouts-can-be-an-effective-solution-for-flood-prone-communities

We’re already living in the managed retreat. The 2018 California Camp Fire and the 2021 Lytton Creek fire in BC simply wiped away whole towns, poof, gone, literally up in smoke. But there are localized pockets of peak indifference, places taking action before the point of no return.

In Charleston, SC, they’re buying and demolishing houses in the floodplain, and blocking developers from building in low-lying areas.

Managed retreat is not defeat, it’s victory. Managed retreat maintains our wild and beautiful places as buffer zones that are also recreation areas: campsites, public beaches, hiking trails. Just not places where you built a permanent structure that you fill with your every worldly good and everyone you love the most in this world.

During the lockdown, the World Economic Forum asked me to give a speech on AI and technological unemployment. They agreed that I could do a talk on why this was nonsense — not least because “AI unemployment” is a shell-game of bad statistics and hand-waving and sales literature masquerading as futurism.

But more importantly, it’s nonsense because we have full employment for every person alive today and yet to be born. We are going to spend the next century or more relocating every coastal human settlement inland and uphill. This isn’t something that will happen — it’s something that is already happening.

It’s a bezzle. The con artist takes your money but you don’t know it’s a con, so you think you’re rich. The therms we’ve sunk into our oceans are going to melt a lot of polar ice. If you think we can prevent it, you’re proposing that we repeal the Second Law of Thermodynamics. It’s fantasy, not sf.

When I turned in the text of my talk, the World Economic Forum uninvited me from their virtual event. I published it instead:

https://locusmag.com/2020/07/cory-doctorow-full-employment/

The world I described in that speech is visible in Ruthanna Emrys’s stellar new novel A Half-Built Garden, where one sub-plot revolves around when we should stop taking ever-more-extreme measures to keep the Mississippi from bursting its banks and finding a new course, as it did for millennia. This is something that will happen inevitably, but moving all the people whose towns will drown is not a simple matter technical or social matter:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/26/aislands/#dead-ringers

Fiction is one of the key ways to hasten the point of peak indifference: it’s an appeal to our imaginations, one that warns about how bad the point of no return will be, and also what a victory addressing our problems will be. When the bus is barreling towards a cliff, swerving hard is a happy ending, even if the bus rolls:

https://locusmag.com/2022/07/cory-doctorow-the-swerve/

This is the premise behind my 2024 Tor novel, The Lost Cause, which tells the story of truth and reconciliation with white nationalist militias following a successful Green New Deal transition. In the book’s backstory, the GND is kickstarted by a series of (ultimately) fortuitous coincidences: first, a set of late-breaking electoral scandals results in Canada’s NDP winning a large parliamentary majority in a year that they had anticipated losing badly. The new Prime Minister is a Metis woman who had been picked by party grandees as a symbolic candidate in an election she was supposed to lose.

Instead, she finds herself commanding a bulletproof majority just as floods wipe half of Calgary (a city where unregulated developers have built extensively on floodplains) off the map. Rather than continuing the cycle of rebuilding and reflooding, the new PM commands that the city of Calgary will be relocated off the floodplain altogether.

This is the foundation of the “Canadian Miracle,” which leads to the creation of national high-speed rail, national renewable electrification, and, eventually, an international civilian conservation corps that travels around the world, learning from and assisting in comparable projects everywhere.

Lost Cause is a novel filled with wildfires, zoonotic plagues, internal refugee crises and flashfloods. But it’s a utopian novel — because it’s a novel where we got to the point of peak indifference before we crossed the point of no return. It’s a novel about confronting problems, rather than ignoring them.

Because managed retreat is a victory, not a defeat.

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[Image ID: A leafy suburb, flooded to the roofline. In the foreground is a sign advertising a new subdivision, askew and partially submerged.]

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Ashes and Grace

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HSbhat by winst Words: 3126, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena MacLeod, Crowley (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Lucifer (Supernatural) Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Top Gabriel/Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Gabriel (Supernatural), Destiel mentioned, Sam is very traumatized, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Trickster Gabriel (Supernatural), Past Sexual Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Gabe is in love, God is an asshole, they have a lot of sex, Everyone struggles by the way, Smut read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HSbhat

[ladyknightskye]

Get Thee Behind Me, Assbutts - Chapter 4 "Wicked"

Read the full chapter at AO3. Link is beneath the read more.

Prompt: Wicked

Rating: Teen

Excerpt:

Dean was catapulted from his sexy fantasy by a large body slamming into his side with bruising force. He barely registered Sam’s yelp before he realized that he was tangled up with Cas. For a long fraught moment he thought that Cas’s wide eyes were for the very obvious erection poking into his thigh, but he realized that Cas was staring at Sam, his eyes slowly narrowing as they scanned over to his brothers. Finally, Dean made himself actually listen to what Sam was hissing.

“You assholes!”

“Ah, come on Sambo!” Gabriel drawled from where he was sitting up on the other side of Lucifer, “we were just sleeping.”

Sam’s face was bright red. “Angels don’t need to sleep?”

“Don’t we?” Gabriel replied with a sparkle in his eye. 

“Castiel doesn’t!”

Lucifer chuckled. “Just because we don’t need to doesn’t mean sometimes we don’t want to.”

Sam apparently couldn’t formulate an argument for that. “But you didn’t have to do it down here!”

“So we were supposed to share the couch?” Lucifer asked evenly. 

Sam threw up his hands and finally turned his head to look at Dean and Cas. “Oh, uh, sorry!” he said as he scrambled up. Dean sat up slowly in his wake, carefully disengaging himself from Cas. Fortunately, wakefulness and Sam’s hysterics had taken care of his morning wood. 

“I need coffee,” Sam muttered, stalking into Bobby’s kitchen. 

“Coffee?” Lucifer asked, his head cocked.

Gabriel gave him a considering frown. “It’s not bad. Add enough cream and sugar and it’s really good.”

Lucifer cocked a brow. “I will try it plain first, if you don’t mind. I haven’t forgotten the atrocity you committed upon my vessel’s taste buds with that infernal ‘Southern Iced Tea.’”

“Just because you like your drinks as bitter as your soul -“

“Gabriel, even I know you well enough to expect that you added twice the recommended amount of sugar to something already sweetened,” Cas said deadpan. 

Gabriel stuck out his tongue at his younger sibling. “Have a good night there Cassie?” There was a twinkle in his eye that was all the Trickster. Dean wondered how much of that had been a persona and how much of it was just Gabriel’s default personality.

Dean watched as Cas’s face flushed. He was blushing. “You are . . . an assbutt.”

[420technoblazeit]

ive been slowly like. realizing that i have two types of favorite characters now and it's morally grey trickster twink (kokichi, gabriel spn) and scheming asshole old man with a secret soft spot (crowley spn, caustic apex legends)

[diabolimeservavit666]

Wait, you're telling me, that this- *laughs* is a main attraction?

Well done, Supernatural Fandom (Archangel Fans). Well done.

The Worst Attraction in Every State

[magess]

It is 2009.

The 5th Season of Supernatural is airing. Last season they introduced angels. Dean can't stop staring at his and glancing nervously at those chapped lips. They are compelling, and obviously attracted to each other.

Wincest fandom thinks you are insane.

You have written only a handful of fics at this time, and none of them with sex. But the chemistry is too much.

The story needs another angel, though. Gabriel. The show has not yet introduced or hinted at Gabriel. The Trickster is just Loki of Norse legend.

Every angel so far has been a let down, an asshole. They're all a bunch of dicks, except for Cas. You want at least one who is Actually Good, who lives up to the stories.

You cast this guy as Gabriel.

Because, well, just look at him! Then add wings!

The character develops a personality. He is kind. He is wise. He is angry. He thinks demon-blood-drinking Sam is a curious aberration but not a lost cause. Sam thinks his wings are the most erotic things he's ever seen or touched.

Things veer in an unexpected direction for Sam, who is definitely straight.

In a few short months, Trickster-as-Gabriel is revealed, and the version you wrote has been jossed.

The year is 2023.

The first person in a decade reads and comments on the stories. They like this Gabriel, in all his OC non-canon glory.

Upon reflection, you discover that Gabriel thinks shibari might be fun. "Oh, God, they're both kinky," you think.

But if you write it down, who would care? A pwp based on a jossed OC character from a series of old stories no one reads.

It would sink into the void.

You stare at the blank page and wonder.