Does anyone know a fic where Cas is kinda traumatized about beating Dean in the crypt because of Naomi and his brainwashing so he cuts out his grace to be sure it never happens again?
Then he is human I guess and lives in the bunker with them (he doesn't fly away with the angel tablet). He doesn't necessarily become human right away. Maybe he heals Sam after the trials first, and while Sam is unconscious because of the trials, he talks about it with Dean. Dean doesn't want him to do that, because he forgave him about the beating up. Cas of course thinks Dean wants him to remain an angel because he is useful that way. And maybe he should listen to Dean because angels might be after them if they have the tablet.
But then Cas has to face Naomi again at some point (like he does in the show I guess) and you see how traumatized, he is. That's kinda when he realizes it too, and that's when he decides to do it. Then he gives his grace to Dean because he trusts him of course. But Dean can't take this, because this is huge. Cas insists and Dean obviously accepts. And Cas will keep helping the Winchesters, even as a human because he can still be useful to them, he is a former warrior of Heaven, he knows how to fight with a blade at least. And the brothers can teach him how to use a gun.
At some point maybe the angels could capture Cas to get the angel tablet. Or maybe they get Dean and Cas and so they take his grace and make him swallow it. So he becomes an angel again. They have spent some time in the bunker together by now, so Dean knows this is bad news for Cas, so he tries to save him with Sam's help. It could be a slow burn I guess.
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Who has the "fucking superb you funky little lesbian" image of Sasuke poking Sakura in the ending
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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Did anyone else notice that seemingly one of the first things they did after bringing Thistle into the kingdom was cut his hair short?
And given what Marcille says about how important hair is to magic…. That’s probably not a coincidence.
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kamala khan would have the most horrendous ao3 author's notes known to man
"hey guys sorry the update is late i switched places with an avenger (ajdgrhsh literally crying) and a really cool space scientist lady and then got into a fight and some alien dudes wrecked my house and then I met Nick fury and I was literal space it was crazy and I had to help save the universe and saw said scientist lady give up her life to save all of us... anyways hope you like the new fic, branching out with an arranged marriage au for this one!!!"
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Describing my own writing that I accidentally misplaced before posting it anywhere as "lost media" because, you know, technically
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i just thing it's super interesting to hear what people carry every day. what makes you use that type of bag? what do you carry in them? and do you use them? is it for safety? is it for peace of mind? just like having cool knicknacks around?
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being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready
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