Xinyan/Yun Jin: embrace tradition, spoon modernity
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Cas needed that supportive friend who told him not to give up, even when things seemed hopeless.
Crowley
What are you planning to do about Raphael?
Castiel
What can I do besides submit or die?
Crowley
Submit or die? What are you, French? How about resist?
Cas needed that friend that reassures him he isn't alone
Castiel
I'm not strong enough and you know it.
Crowley
Not on your own, you're not. But you're not on your own.
Cas needed that friend that raises his self-esteem and doesn't call him a baby in a trenchcoat
Crowley
God's favorite. Buddy boy, you've got what they call sex appeal.
Cas needed that friend who can see his potential and doesn't think less of him
Crowley
Angels need leaders, so be one. Gather your army and kick the candy out of each and every angel...
Cas needed that friend who can smooth over an awkward situation with a brilliant joke
Crowley
My, my. Playing with fire again? ( When he finds Cas trapped in a ring of holy fire)
Cas needed that friend who isn't afraid to give him a reality check
Crowley
You can't have friends. Not anymore. I mean, my God. You're losing it.
( And this isn't Crowley being controlling, because he means "can't have" as in not possible to. Crowley doesn't mean "can't have" as in being unallowed to. And tbf Crowley was right, TFW decided not to be Cas' friend anymore once they found out )
Castiel
I'm fine.
Crowley
Yeah. You're the very picture of mental health. ( Sarcasm )
In the words of the amazing Mark Sheppard when a fan asked him about the love hate between Crowley and Castiel he said "where was the hate? I don't see any hate 🤨"
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The crazy shit Max and David pull for each other in your stories sometimes really makes me glad I'm aromantic honestly
this shit had me rolling off the bed and laughing into the floor.
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Fanfic writers be like: goddamnit, this idea is so fucking sad it’s making me cry just thinking about it. Let me write it down so I can inflict it on others.
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Kaz Brekker, bastard of the Barrell, Dirtyhands being described in everyone else’s chapters
Kaz Brekker, during his own chapters internally simping over Inej Ghafa
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
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*Demand*
This is still my favorite behind the scenes star wars fact of all time.
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Supernatural is hilarious because every Dean and Cas conversation looked basically like this
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