Where’s my super suit?
WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT.
I uh, put it away.
Why do you need to know?!
I NEED IT.
UH UH, don’t you think you can runnin’ off and doing darin’ do.
THE PUBLIC IS IN DANGER.
MY EVENING IS IN DANGER.
YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS WOMAN, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD.
GREATER GOOD? I AM YOUR WIFE. I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!
lololol from memory.
I can ramble on for days about my shows.
You don’t need to be anon, I promise I won’t hate you! And I’m not one of those people who don’t like a fandom getting “too popular” or whatever that nonsense is. Honestly, the more the merrier, just don’t be spreading hate or I will take your nose off.
There are plenty of other
funnierpeople on Tumblr to give snark and sass, but I will answer legitimate questions.
Just putting that out there!
THIS. I love finding out that people are interested in fandoms that I’m in, so feel free to bring it up with me!
(That awkward moment when Supernatural makes you stay back about 400 feet while walking to try and prevent this:)
For @hidingincanada, who wanted something with jealous, pissy Dean being jealous and pissy about Cas and Crowley. For some reason, this ended up being a college/grad school AU, and I don’t know why, but it is, so there you go. Well, actually, I freaking love academic AUs and I don’t get to write them very much in SPN.
In which Cas is stressing out about his future, Crowley is oily and insidious, and Dean is stupidly jealous and possessive.
[submitted by weareluminous]
You don’t dare say this to Dean, but you think that if maybe Dean had loved Cas a little more, maybe this whole thing wouldn’t have happened. If maybe Dean had fought him less, had embraced him more —
But you can’t, won’t, say that to Dean. He wouldn’t hear the meaning behind your words anyway. All he’d hear is the sound of his failure. Of his loss. Because, despite everything, it is Dean’s loss.
Cas was your friend too, and you would die for him — still would, despite everything — but even so, Castiel was never yours to lose.
You remember how, after Dean had sold his soul to bring you back, you were filled with such complete passion and determination to make sure there was a way out for him. There has to be a way, you told yourself, and you wouldn’t stop looking or trying, no matter what anyone told you.
As you lean against the door jamb, watching Dean sleep, using Castiel’s trench coat as a blanket, you repeat those words to yourself. There has to be a way.
There has to be, and you’ll find it. For Dean, for Cas. Because they’re your brothers, and because there is such a love between them. Because Dean’s not right with Cas gone.
But mostly, it’s because this? This misery that envelopes Dean like a cloud, the stupor he can’t seem to get himself out of, the way he’ll look at certain things and be reminded of Castiel, and that sorrow, that utter devastation that you can see in his eyes? After everything that Dean’s done, after everything he’s given up, after all of the good things that have been torn with bloody totality from his grasp… He doesn’t deserve to have something else taken, especially not the thing that means the most.
You pull the trench coat further up Dean’s chest, and watch his expression flicker as he walks through a dream.
There has to be a way.
i wouldn’t be like this
I would be more like
You got your horny randoms.
You got your angry non-SPN-fans
You got the clueless
You got your um…your…well…
You got the one’s who try to play along…and fail
You got your “I-just-dont-give-a-fucks.”
You got your Jefferson Starships.
you got the fans, your family, the people you know and love
And then there’s Tyrone.
But I don’t want to tell you face to face. I feel that perhaps you would laugh at me.
Sometimes when I am around you, I forget that you are human and I am an Angel. Before I met you I felt more powerful than humankind. There was no equality between us. But now, spending all this time with you, helping you, being helped by you, saving the world with you, seeing all that you are capable of, and seeing every aspect of you, I feel that we are more equal than I could have ever imagined.
Never would I have imagined the urge to see a particular human’s face like I feel when we are not near each other now. Never would I have fathomed the need to know what a particular human’s opinions and feelings about topics are like I feel with you. Never would I have imagined I’d want to be near, touching, kissing, talking to, laughing with, blogging with a human like I do with you now. Never would I have fathomed feeling.
Dean, you’ve changed everything. You’ve even changed the way my vessel feels. Sometimes I feel almost sick, like I am about to faint, when we spend time together. Maybe it is my Grace fighting against my vessel, I am unsure. But it doesn’t feel bad. The feeling often accompanies happiness. Perhaps Angels shouldn’t feel happiness like this and my Grace is unaccustomed to it.
You make me unsure for the first time in my existence. You’ve made me question everything about myself and my orders. You’ve seen me at my worst and you’ve seen me at my best and you’re still here. You’ve made me doubt my opinions on humanity.
But yet, you’ve made me sure in the same breath. I doubted my orders but I was sure of you. I doubt the feelings in my vessel, but I am sure of you. I doubt where this war will lead us, but I am so very sure of you.
I hope that you do not laugh at this. The range of emotions are still new to me and I do not know what each one means or how to apply them.
Oh goodness, I am posting this.
Here I go.
Cas I don’t even know what to say. I would never have imagined I’d have someone in my life who felt this way about me, I never thought I was worth it.
But then you came along and showed me that I was worth something and you made my life worth living again. I have Sam, yes, but I never thought I’d have you and yet you stayed with me. You pulled me out of hell for gods sake! If that’s not something then I don’t know what is.
I’m not good with words like you are and I’m sorry. But you’ve completely changed my life Cas and I could not thank you more.
Fuck this. We’re telling Sam and Bobby now. I’ve never been happier and I refuse to hide this any longer.