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caught-a-dragonfly · 9 months
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Red Alert
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lambmotifz · 14 days
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“dean isn’t a top” well but sam is a bratty bottom and he wants to get fucked on the hood of the impala so bad it makes him look stupid and dean doesn’t know how to say “no” to his baby brother
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evilwickedme · 1 year
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Sorry, Batman was just the other big Jewish superhero with lots of adaptations I knew. Have you seen enough adaptations to do The Thing? Or honestly, do Superman anyway; he fits thematically if not literally
I would LOVE to do a ranking of Clark Kents based on how Jewish they are thank you so much
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Worst of the worst is Henry Cavill's Superman. This is Jesus. Fuck this Superman stop portraying him as an otherworldly savior he is of the people he is Clark Kent not just a monstrous twisted version of Kal El !!!! (Sidenote this is also the only role I have ever disliked Amy Adams in.) Jesus himself might have been Jewish way back when, but Jesus metaphors are not, in any way shape or form, Jewish. -2022 years of Christian persecution of Jews/10
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As much as this hurts me, next up is Smallville's Clark Kent. Tom Welling does an excellent job in the role and is my personal favorite, but I do have to admit it's at least partially nostalgia. The show opens by putting him on a cross. He redeems himself throughout the show, however, embodying more and more of the comic's spirit as the time goes on, and by the end it becomes very clear that Clark Kent and Kal El are one and the same, and that that is what gives Superman his strength. Accepting your Jewish name ahem Kryptonian identity alongside your goyiche passing name ahem human identity over the course of ten years is very Jewish. 6/10 but it gets some nostalgia points lbr
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Next up is Christopher Reeve, may his memory be a blessing. I have only seen two of his Superman movies, but they are such a joy to watch. He truly understood the spirit of the character, the kindness and selflessness and need to help others that stands at the center of who Clark Kent is. His passing at such a young age was a tragic loss in so many ways, the ways he embodied Superman included. 8/10
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Finally we have the original comic Superman (i.e. pre52 and post Rebirth, fuck all that n52 nonsense). This Superman is, quite simply, Moses. It was a clear metaphor written into his character by Jewish creators simply trying to express their identities as Jewish immigrants in the late thirties, and so much of that identity has survived the test of time. They gave him a Hebrew name, for God's sake! If I've said it once, I've said it a million times: Superman is the embodiment of Jewish principles of goodness. Making the world a better place is an action, and what better place to see that than in Action Comics? 10/10, we owe so much to Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel.
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pics for reference (goes L to R and top to bottom)
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sobnatural · 1 month
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pov: you're dean winchester and you just got out of purgatory to find out your brother didn't look for you because he hit a dog
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xkatsukizukux · 4 months
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❄️We were born to make history!❄️
Please check out my art account @moony-mai
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angelsdean · 2 years
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THE END: an album by CASTIEL 
Solo artist CASTIEL releases his fifth studio album, THE END, a concept album that follows the doomed romance of the Fallen Angel and Fearless Leader, set in a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by a zombie-plague. Many speculate the album is semi-autobiographical, fictionalizing the famed fall-out between CASTIEL and former bandmates of the now-defunct punk band, TEAM FREE WILL. During their run, it was rumored that CASTIEL and frontman, Dean Winchester, were romantically involved. Fans of CASTIEL theorize that the “Fearless Leader” in THE END is a stand-in for Dean Winchester. Fans also point to track 9 “DEVIL IN DETROIT” as a reference to the city where TEAM FREE WILL played their final show before the band’s breakup. Another clue can be found in the opening song, “WELCOME TO THE END”, which states that the year is 2014, which fans will know is the year TEAM FREE WILL broke up, of course. 
Regardless of the real life circumstances that influenced the album, THE END stands out as a masterpiece in storytelling, weaving a tale of love, betrayal, sacrifice, grief, passion, resentment and at its core...a deep longing to turn back the clock. CASTIEL has done it again, putting his heart and soul into each song, the raw emotion heard in every note of his signature rumbling voice. This album brings CASTIEL back to his punk roots with an iconic sound and style that were absent on his recent albums. TFW fans will feels the nostalgia and new fans are in for a treat. If you have yet to listen to THE END don’t wait! THE END IS HERE. 
THE END is PRODUCED by ZACHARIAH ADLER.  RECORDED at SANDOVER STUDIOS.  WRITTEN and PERFORMED by CASTIEL.  DISTRIBUTED by ANGEL RECORDS. All Rights Reserved.
➥endverse, emerald, emo/popunknatural for @carveredlund’s 1k celebration
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I personally don't think that whenever there's the "they get with a curse and suddenly they're in the body of another gender" should really ever change the person's attraction, because I think that implies that sexuality is connected to your biology, and that's a load of crap.
That being said, I think that if you put Dean Winchester in the body of a female Dean would absolutely believe this means he's allowed to be attracted to guys now. Like in his mind, he's still straight, because he's female now, and that means he's supposed to be attracted to guys.
Anyways I just think it would be incredibly funny if he were to turn into a girl and suddenly be on Cas and you could not pull him away. Like he wants that dick so bad (he's always wanted his dick) and he's gotta have it before he turns back because when he turns back he won't want it anymore (he's literally just in denial).
Like Cas is over here rushing to fix Dean back the way he should be because he's so worried Dean is gonna go through one of his impending freak-outs because Cas is aware of how strongly Dean feels about his gender and Dean is just nodding along in the way he usually does when he's absolutely not listening to Cas going, "uh huh, yep, so what I'm hearing is your dick, my mouth now".
He genuinely doesn't freak out about being in this body until Cas eventually (he was stopped at least 7 times by Dean's need to have Cas's dick somewhere in him) finds the cure, and then freaks out because he doesn't want to lose Cas and he's genuinely convinced his sexuality is gonna change back with his body.
Cue Cas actually finally realizing what's going on in Dean's head (he was just so happy Dean finally kissed him and he already doesn't understand anything that goes through that man's head so he just assumed he finally did something right) and he just stops Dean's overthinking and catapults him through the seven stages of bi denial with, "Dean if you switch back I promise you I will have your dick down my throat in five minutes".
Dean has that flash through his eyes and can see Cas on his knees already so clearly that he just goes stupid and is all, "yeah, yep, absolutely let's do that."
They're dating from that point on.
It isn't until 3 months in that Dean actually figured out he's bi though, and he only does because Sam remarks on how much happier he is with Cas now and Dean's all, "Yep, I can't even be upset that curse changed my sexuality. If I'd never been hit by it I wouldn't have ever been able to get with Cas." and Sam goes through the seven stages of "my brother is an idiot" and informs Dean that your sexuality isn't tied to your body.
Dean laughs Sam off because he clearly doesn't know how these things work and it's only after he tells his story to Cas later that day laughing as he's getting changed for bed and Cas doesn't laugh and instead tells Dean that Sam is right that Dean accepts it, but instead of having a normal reaction it's just, "You mean I was allowed to suck your dick this entire time?!"
Cas stares at him going through the seven stages of grief because of his boyfriend keeping them from being together because of stupid, heteronormative thinking finally just sighs, grabs Dean behind the neck as he's just about to put his shirt on, pulls him forward and in the most tired voice he has, that somehow is still totally working for Dean, just goes, "Get on your knees right now."
And Dean shuts up in more than one way immediately.
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"...Think that's all I need right now,"
1st gif: justjensenanddean 2nd gif: lemme know <3
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backroadboy · 22 days
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okay, but writing this stanford fic is actually so much fun!
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themegalosaurus · 2 years
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a gifset for this absolutely unhinged sentence from the Dark Side of the Moon script
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prettyflyshyguy · 22 days
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Hello, I appreciate you exploring your interests and I'm interested to hear more about the Live Free and Twihard SPN AU
HI. I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS. So does @snackhouse and we've been screaming at each other about this.
She came up with the name "Live Free or Twiharder"
We just really wanted to see the episode go further and double down more mostly.
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Anyway gonna dump post some stuff from our conversations under the cut!! We've been bouncing back and forth a lot of ideas, writing snippets, and lamenting on how we wish he had better teeth.
Y'know girl talk things. "I wish this man had really fucked up teeth"
"Yeah"
This is a mix of ideas and comments from the two of us, so full credit goes to Snack for being a local legend and playing handball with me with our shared blorbo. Worse Dean Winchester.
We wanted Sam to have his soul, because the angst potential goes up 200% and we're all here for that. Instead of Sam watching Dean get turned, he gets there too late, and blames himself for what happened.
He's full nihilism mode, genuinely thinks this is the end, Sam tries to explain that there's a cure but Dean's too stubborn and too deep in the downward spiral to really take it in. He has self sacrificial tendencies and just immediately decides to take the fall.
"Dean please just listen to me for once."
"Look at me man, I'm a monster."
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Our man is not coping.
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So we're both like OK what if it takes longer to heal him. What if he's stuck for a bit longer. Ya gotta hang in a few more days. So then maybe he runs into Lisa, or she reaches out to Sam. She loves this man and after he has the worlds most bizarre and erratic behavior she's going to be really fucking worried, especially since he was aggressive out of seemingly nowhere. She's terrified of him AND for him.
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We're cooking so hard the kitchen is on fire.
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We are making an environment that is so toxic.
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Snack's been cooking hard on how bad can the cure possibly be.
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Everything was quickly becoming too much. Every sound, smell and sight was bombarding his brain like a 18 wheeler hitting a squirrel.
“My mouth tastes like blood and creepy-dude sweat.” Dean grunted, stepping towards the bathroom.
It was a bullshit excuse and they both knew it, but Dean didn’t think he could make it another minute standing so close to his brother. Stepping into the cramped bathroom he took a second to breathe in a space where he couldn’t hear all of Sam’s veins pulsing with blood, Dean’s gaze drifted towards the mirror.
I wonder if I’ll even recognize myself by the end of this…
He already knew what he was going to find, it’s not like he couldn’t feel them.
Gently peeling back his lips, Dean struggled against the waves of nausea that spilled over him at the sight. Feeling the fangs where there was different from actually seeing them. Now there wasn’t any doubt as what he was now.
Lightly poking the exposed tip of the fang, Dean could feel how sharp it was. Moving his fingertip upward, he slightly pushed the gum above the protrusion, pushing the tip of the fang out like massaging a cat’s foot to see its claws.
The other needle-like teeth seemed to be eager to join their friend, as the rest of the fangs slid from their slits in Dean’s mouth. He wrenched his hand back in horror. He could feel the sharp new additions sliding over his normal teeth. Like the bars of a cage they sealed away any signs of humanity he saw in the mirror. In a matter of seconds he found himself grasping the toilet bowl for purchase has he emptied his stomach.
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^That's a Snackhouse special right there
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His shaking hands rattled the keys, clanging in his ears. It made him wince. Pressing his eyes closed he felt for the lock and fumbled for a few agonising seconds in the searing light of the hotel corridor before he heard the familiar clack of the latch sliding open. Stumbling inside, he was relieved to find the interior of their room cold and dark.
“Dean?”
Sam’s familiar voice called out from the table.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Dean groaned as he lurched towards the kitchen, eyes fixed on the floor as it began to shift and spin. Waves of nausea had flowed through him all night, rolling through his body, shifting from his stomach to his chest. He crossed by the beds, leaning on them for support.
“... You ok?”
He stiffened as the feeling rippled through him.
“I’m good, Sammy.”
He heard his brother start to speak again, but stopped. Thank god. He needed a beer or two. Or three. And a nice dark corner, as far away from the table, and the windows, and the noise from the upstairs room, and the opposite corridor room. And the pipes. And the heartbeats.
He could hear two of them as he leaned on the wall, breathing heavily as he recovered from the growing ill sensation in his abdomen. His back was to the table but that didn’t stop him sensing and feeling and hearing. Every. Pump. One heartbeat was significantly faster than the other. Samuel must’ve gotten back early, he noted. He’d had moments of nervous spikes, but generally was taking things well, as expected. Sam on the other hand…
He grunted as he shuffled infront of the fridge and yanked the door open. The hinges whined and creaked, spiking the building throbbing pain in his head. Staring at the contents in dismay, he assessed the rations.
One beer, three cans of soda, two mason jars of cows blood. Both were almost full.
Scrunching his face in disappointment, he reached for the beer. He pressed himself up against the kitchen bench, gently nudging the fridge door closed with his right foot. It glided shut with another sharp and piercing squeal. He growled at it in response as he twisted the bottle cap open.
“I uh… accidentally… ran into Lisa just now and–”
He paused to take a swig of beer. The cold sensation was refreshing, but the taste was stale, and wrong. He gagged on the mouthful before forcing a swallow.
“Augh, what the hell.”
He brought the bottle up to examine the label. He’d had it before and it’d tasted fine then. Frowning, he turned his focus to the table.
“Hey did you–”
Sam was staring at him. He was fiddling with a bottle of the same beer, empty, in front of him. Samuel was not with him. Dean’s heart sank as the sounds of the water pipes, the street, the tv upstairs all began to fade out. She was sitting opposite to Sam, bottle in hand. She looked terrified, worried, confused. She was staring at him the same way she stared into his eyes when he was in her room, though she seemed to recoil in her seat slightly when he returned her gaze.
“Uhm, the uh, the eye thing is to be expected.”
Sam’s voice was a whisper but Dean heard it as if he was standing a foot away. His mind jumped to the nest. In the gloom, when the light caught their eyes, it reflected, like a deer when the car headlights scanned the countryside.
Or like a wolf.
Oh god.
“I gotta go.”
He barely blurted out the words, tossing the bottle of beer into the sink as he beelined for the bathroom door. Past the table. Past the sound. The unbearable, overpowering sound.
“Dean wait!”
Slamming the door behind him, he cursed when he remembered there was no locking latch. Pressing his weight into it, he felt the door handle turn gently. He pushed back against it, digging the heels of his boots into the grooves of the tiled floor as he slowly slid down to sit at its base, panting. The bathroom was his escape, the walls dampened the sound, he could turn the tap on to create white noise. The shower was the only time he felt safe. The drowning sound of the water droplets blocked everything else in the world out.
He could hear the thumping behind the door. Two channels in parallel, overlapping. The beating, beating, beating, beating, beating.
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Creaking the door open just enough to peer out, he sighed in relief when he saw the hotel room was empty again. Sam was standing near the door, the lamp on the table turned off. He turned around and began to walk back towards the table, hitting the corner of one of the beds in the process. Dean would have laughed, if it had been any other day.
It suddenly occurred to Dean that it was dark. It was late, the blinds were down, and all the lights had been turned off. He could see everything as clearly as if it was a normal, overcast day. Sam was clearly struggling in comparison, as he slowly walked holding his arms out to avoid crashing into another obstacle. Once he had made it to the chair, he sat down and looked in the direction of the bathroom, though Dean could see he wasn’t exactly sure where to look.
“You can come out now, Dean. She’s gone.”
He could have told Sam that.
“The hell’d you let her in here for in the first place Sam!”
He gingerly took a few steps out of the comfort of the bathroom. The low thrum of Sam’s heartbeat was noticeable, but tolerable.
“She was owed an explanation, Dean. She reached out to me, practically demanded and honestly, she deserves to know what's going on.”
Sam was staring at him now, with that stupid puppy dog face he always used to get people to listen to him. Typical emotional bullshit.
“I almost bit her, Sam. I came so close and I–”
“I would have stopped you.”
“Would you have?”
Sam was silent. Grinding his jaw slightly, he breathed out and looked back towards the door.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Look, it's not your fault.”
He once again reached for the fridge door, pulling it open despite the creaks and squeals in protest.
“Augh, god. Fuck.”
“What’s wrong with your arm?” Dean glanced over at Sam, then down to his bandaged forearm. The white gauze was just visible underneath the edge of his rolled up sleeve as he reached into the fridge. The light bathed it in a sickening glow, the spots of red poking through were nearly impossible to hide.
“Nothing.” he responded curtly, slamming the door closed and shutting off the light.
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^That's a Shy 4AM special for you. You ever open a fridge door and flashbang yourself in the hotel room? (Sorry I only have 5 jokes and they're all in constant rotation with a different skin like a videogame gun)
What you're all here for though, is TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH
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"Stares lomgingly at blood bag" nice
Anyway we started talking about the x files LMFAO but here's the most and best of what we've cooked together so far; we've had a lot of fun.
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secondhandroad · 13 days
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obviously i'm team sam in all things but i do kind of want john to have been more right about stanford. i want sam to get approximately eighteen months into his degree before his black-eyed roommate kidnaps him and i want sam to slowly awfully realize that no one will even know to look for him.
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direwombat · 7 months
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wip music monday + last line tag
tagged by @simplegenius042, @jillvalentinesday, and @inafieldofdaisies for some wip music/last lines
most recent line(s) from the werewolf au (the plot is starting to plotten <3)
Deputy Pratt stands near the front door, speaking quietly with the coroner and turning an almost comical shade of green. His hand is pressed to the lower half of his face, covering his mouth and pinching his nose shut as he pointedly ignores the gruesome scene before him. 
and most recent lines/paragraphs from katc ch.5 (syb is uh...not doing great)
Microwave dinners and takeout eaten alone. Nights spent drinking herself into unconsciousness because it’s easier to do that than to suffer with the Hell that is her own mind. Days upon days spent on the road, measuring her life in the miles ticking up on her odometer and hooking up with random people in bars just to remember what the touch of another person feels like.  No laughter or singing coming from the kitchen. No television or radio playing softly in the background as someone goes about cleaning or doing laundry.  No life. No family. No love. No hope.  No future.  Just a lonely, unfulfilling, miserable life, hurtling towards death as quickly as she can because there’s nothing worth living for.  A life she can’t return to. She refuses. She needs to find [Augustine]. 
song + lyrics under the cut
no specific songs are directly inspiring any of my wips, so take one that's been hitting me in the syb pov jakesyb feels
Like a virgin, a Madonna (Madonna), on my knees praying for a hunter You got a wild heart in your cage Little death, but I want another and another and another I want it bad, and I got no shame (I got no shame)
Just put your hands around my throat, ain't been to Heaven but I'm close Your love is a murder, your love is a murder I'll let you touch me sweet and slow, just take my body and my soul Your love is a murder, your love is a murder
In your bed just the way that God made me, cover me up, baby Just lay me in the dirt 'til I'm pushing up daisies, oh-oh You got a dark side, and it don't phase me, cover me up, baby Just lay me in the dirt 'til I'm pushing up daisies, oh (ooh)
tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strangefable, @adelaidedrubman, @cassietrn, @poetikat, @strafethesesinners, @confidentandgood, @miyabilicious, @trench-rot, @g0dspeeed, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @voidika, and anyone else wanting to share some wips/music
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