#she asked me why I wasn't coming to church so I told her “bc the pastor's always spewing some nonsense completely divorced from reality”

[vulturevanity]

Fundamentalist christians don't care if something is a lie as long as it isn't "unbiblical".

#i stopped frequentimg the church my family goes to because the pastors have been pretty relentlessly anti-science #and not in the antivax way. we've circled back to “psychology is demonic and depression is a sin” preachings. #so my aunt came talk to me out of concern because my mom is convinced i'm evil or whatever #she asked me why I wasn't coming to church so I told her “bc the pastor's always spewing some nonsense completely divorced from reality” #and she asked “but is it 'divorced from reality' or is 'unbiblical'?” #and I (frustrated and too socially exhausted to mask) asked her to point to me where in the bible it says depression is a sin #and she was all “oh we know it isn't but that's silly. are you really walking away from jesus because of that?” #to me. who had to go stay with my other aunt who lives back in my hometown #because every day I was contemplating diving headfirst from upstairs into the concrete floor #and only didn't because I thought I might survive #anyway if you're in a fundie church leave. run and never come back. they're a death cult #sprry for typos and the weird ramble I'm just going insane right now #long story short i'm looking for another congregation #christianity

[fuck-customers]

💋God I’m so tired of having to witness the literal worst of human nature. I swear retail brings out the ugliest sides of people.

Today I heard a kid running behind me as I was ringing someone up, and so I turned and said “slow down please.” Regular and polite. Well apparently that was a grievous mistake bc I immediately hear yelling and it’s the mom right behind me losing her little pea-sized brain over me “telling her child what to do.” Ok bitch well if you were watching him and making him behave I wouldn’t have to say shit in the first place. This woman was literally fucking yelling at me over HER KID acting up like what in the goddamn hell. I keep trying to tell her “ma’am I’m not trying to be rude I just needed him to stop running, it’s a liability and that’s our store policy.” Ofc she’s not hearing any logic bc she’d rather talk over me and go on and on about how I’m disrespectful for talking to her son and not her. Why does it even matter??? Idk. Finally she just walked away, glaring daggers at me the whole time.

Then like ten mins later her husband comes back, and I do have to give him credit bc he was polite, but he basically walks up and goes “look I wanna unpack all that that just happened.” Like ok Dr Phil the gist of it is that your wife is a bitch but sure let’s “talk about it.” I explain to him that not only is it store policy that I ask people not to run inside, but I also was polite in the way I asked. He agreed. But then he tries to explain “well the way we grew up, people don’t talk to other peoples kids.” Ok that’s nice, but that’s not everyone’s upbringing and again, I wouldn’t have had to say anything if YOU were parenting your child. Also think it’s weird bc these ppl were like 40 talking about “in my day we didn’t tell ppls kids what to do.” Like dude if anything it’s the opposite?? Especially down here in the south. I’m not nearly as old as them but if my momma caught me running around acting a fool in a store like that, not only would I get in trouble but she’d GLADLY let someone else scold me for my behavior. This whole thing of “if you even look at my child wrong I will explode” is def not a “back in the day” type shit, it’s new and it’s coming from all these dumbass fucking entitled parents that have no consideration for others in public bc they’re kids are the best kids and everyone else needs to accommodate to THEM, not fhe other way around. Jfc

And then immediately after that happened someone dropped a glass jar of salsa and didn’t even wait for an employee to come to the mess. They just left the salsa and broken glass on the floor, they ain’t even wait thirty seconds before saying “well not my problem” and walking away. I fucking hate people.

Don't give me any of that "back in my day" BS!

I am 49 fucking years old and one of my core memories is being 6 or 7 and just being bored as hell in church and me and my sister were just being kids trying to amuse ourselves and this crusty old man just gets up from his seat at the other end if the room grabs my arm and drags me over to where he was sitting and sits my scared out of my mind ass down and keeps me next to him for the rest of the service. My mom said nothing at the time but when we got home I got a whooping for "embarrassing" her and told me I better behave next time. And for the next few months every sunday this scary old man would grab my arm and sit me next to him.

So I have no idea what alternate timeline your customer came from but it sure as hell wasn't back in the day.

-Rodney

[lewmagoo]

Sorry if this is too personal but I remember you saying you went to a Christian college. What was the experience like? Only reason I ask is because I’m writing a paper about religious institutions. Ignore this if you want :)

i feel a rant coming on. forgive me for the oversharing that's about to happen.

so here's the thing. i grew up in church. a christian environment was all i'd ever known, so going to a christian college just felt like the right, and safest, decision for me. all things considered, the college i went to wasn't as bad as other, more strict christian colleges (e.g., hyles anderson college. look that one up, bc it's a damn doozy), but it was still extremely conservative and rule driven.

it's the place where i started questioning my beliefs for the first time. a lot of things felt very cult-y there, such as, having to go to chapel every single day and we would all stand at a bell tone that happened at the same time everyday, and sing a hymn called the doxology. there are very strict dress standards, which wasn't a problem for me because again, i was used to it after growing up in church. my problem was with the administration, and i'll tell you why.

during my first two semesters there, two very close family members died. i had to go home on two different instances for funerals. the first time i went home they were very accommodating and worked with me. the next one i had to leave for, they made me feel like i was an inconvenience for having to leave. the dean i talked to was more concerned about my studies and me staying on track for midterms than she was about me having to go home to mourn a literal death. it seemed like an annoyance to her to have to excuse all my absences, as if i had purposely arranged for someone to die so i could get out of school. i remember leaving that meeting in tears and calling my mom sobbing over it.

next was the way their counselors handled things. during my second year there i was deep in the throes of depression. worse than i'd ever been before. i had a professor who had, on several occasions, humiliated me in class. and it was math, my struggle subject, so the way he treated me made it 100x worse. and i couldn't drop it bc he was the only one who taught that specific section and it was a prereq for my major. and to top it all off, during that time, i was subjected to a very traumatic event that deeply fucked me up. so i decided to go to one of the campus counselors because i was at the end of my rope. it was a mistake, because she gave me no tools to help myself with. she basically told me i just needed to pray more, and she quoted bible verses and told me to read god's word. and that was one of my last straws.

i decided i was leaving the school after that semester. and it was the best decision i ever made. my mental health has greatly improved since then. i will never go back.

apologies if this wasn't the answer you were looking for. if you want a more streamlined answer please dm me lol

#asks #religious trauma

[faeriecap]

HELLO tell me more about the married at first sight au & also setting the woods on 🔥? 👀🌟💕

AJDHDJEJWJWJ so ummmmm idk if you’ve ever SEEN the american reality show Married at First Sight but it’s basically exactly how it sounds, a bunch of single people meet with a group of match makers that includes like a therapist and a pastor and a love expert or smth and then they’re paired up in sponsored weddings where they don’t meet their future spouse until they’re literally at the alter.

anyways my mom got super into reality tv during 2018-2020 and i had to watch a TON of it so i got into the habit of plotting aus. essentially steve and bucky sign up for it but steve gets a nasty shock when his husband to be ends up being the cute boy he met on a school trip to europe then lost all contact with after they went back to their respective homes.

steve’s like ummmm pretty sure i have to back out now even though this is the fucking chance of a lifetime bc this is against the shows rules wait why isn’t bucky saying anything ??? SURPRISE. bucky got amnesia in an accident after high school and now anyone mentioning his life pre-accident makes him extremely upset!!!!! plus he has no memory of meeting steve and never told his family about him so everyone thinks he’s a real stranger! oh no…. what is steve to do???

(steve also looks extremely different (think catfa to infinity war) so he’s not even really recognizable in old photos)

snippet: "You were best friends during the self proclaimed best summer of your life and you never even sent the guy an email?" Sam deadpans.

"Or a friend request? Yeesh." Clint supplies.

"This was pre social media!” Steve protests. “There was no Facebook. There was not even a THE Facebook!"

moving on to 2nwstwof (hahdjejajskdkdkdjsj) this is the midwestern steve au im p sure i have explained in an ask to @kleenexwoman BUT essentially it’s an au where everything is the same except sarah and joseph rogers settle in Kansas instead of brooklyn after arriving from ireland so steve grows up a little farm boy and he and bucky survive the dustbowl instead of the big city depression, they end up in california, and also bucky and rebecca are half lenape

here’s one of the only passages i ever wrote for it:

"Christ."

It was something they always said, the both of them. They'd picked it up from Sarah herself: Jesus Christ, Mary, and Joseph! Steven you get down from that roof!

And yet, "James Buchanan Barnes, don't ye dare to take the lord's name in vain!"

She was always admonishing him like that, even when she knew it was rare his family went to Church. Sometimes, when she said it, it felt like she meant it. And visions of Sarah would come to Bucky's mind, in the creaky frame of the church, knees to the dusty floor, back arched over a pews. Tears in her eyes as she whispered to Her. Murmured softly, gently. Paper things, lace wing things, secret things, soft as a winter cloud pulled thin like cotton across the sky. Lady things. Sarah Rogers and Her Lady Grace. Or Mary. Somebody.

Other times, she'd just sound tired, no different from yelling at the two of them for any of their other antics: letting Maggie the barn owl roost in George's study when she'd busted a wing, nibbling the crusts off the pie Mrs. O'Calahan left on the sill to cool one Sunday in town, trying to paint faces on the spots of an old heifer with the oil set ordered for Steve out of the Sears catalogue and shipped over by the railcars they were forbidden from ever trying to hop on the back of (after that unfortunate first incident).

Tired like if there was anything to set fear into their bellies or their mortal hearts, it wasn't gonna be no Jesus Christ. Exhaustion that always felt a little bit empty. Ghosts hustling in the nooks and crannies of his hallways. Eyes against the glass in the dark. Snatches of stories running ragged through his dreams, swimming in a sea of covers, floating in a giant iron bed. Empty. Absent, the feeling that something was missing. Missing from you.

She’d meet his big, brown eyes over Steve's head, bent over news scraps and a stick of charcoal. And hers were always small, and soft, and seaglass blue.

Yes. They'd say to one another without words. Yes, you know. They stole from you too. They stole it from you too.

To him, Jesus Christ wasn't a ghost. Or a god. Or probably, even a person. Christ. A mutter, a giggle, an exhalation. A Nothing word. It was a cuss, just like any other cuss. It was a name he couldn't pronounce because he didn't care to, jargon he let fall from his tongue like scuffed pebbles into pools of stale rainwater.

#i speak #steeb #bucket #stevebucky #captian america fanfic #asks #jays fanfics #midwestern!steve rogers #native!bucky barnes #married at first sight au #up into arms

[c4ndyf4gg0t]

I've been struggling for a long time. It's too late to help me, for me to get the mental health help I need. I've needed it for years but I've waited too long, I'm out of time. I grew up kinda similar to Leelah Alcorn, with conservative homophobic parents while being a gay kid, eventually trans. I knew since I was 4 that I was meant to be a boy, I just didn't know exact words for it. (I got in trouble once for telling friends at preschool to stand up and pee, like boys do)

Ten years later I realized there was a word for it, that I was trans. Ever since I was 8, I knew I liked girls. I had a crush by the time I was 10 on one of my best friends. I had made her a bracelet with word charms, together the charms said "I love you, Shine". Her name was Cheyenne, but "Shine" was my nickname for her, as I grew up in Tennessee and ended up with a southern accent. I left the bracelet on the desk she was next to and walked out of the classroom, just to find out some bullies had found it and wouldn't let it go, since the girl had stopped being my friend before that and I wanted to at least let her know I had feelings for her. That was my first time being rejected.

A couple years later in 7th grade at age 12, I came out to a group of friends I had. The majority were fine with me being gay but a few of them hated me for it, and ultimately the friendships ended that year.

When my mom found the notebook where the friends and I wrote notes to each other and I had come out, she came into my room and yelled at me that "it's not Eve and Eve, it's Adam and Eve". So I learned never to come out to her, to stay closeted.

A year later I started Xtian private school and never actually had friends bc they were the popular girls or the homophobic ones.

The next year I got kicked out of school my freshman year for posting on facebook that I was bisexual. All the other kids could post pictures on fb in short shorts or comment on each other's posts and call each other gay, with no consequences.

But the second someone actually turned out to not be straight, suddenly they're not allowed to go to the school anymore.

The principal called me to the office and asked me if I knew why I was in there. I said no. He told me someone who was facebook friends with me, their parent had gotten onto their account and had seen that I wasn't straight, and made it a point to call him late the night before school to tell him.

I was accused of lying bc I didn't know the password to my facebook since my mom had changed it without telling me. The person whose laptop I used, his wife ended up being my English / homeroom teacher my senior year, so I was always suspicious of if she knew what happened when I was 14.

I was told to write a letter to the principal, the school, and the pastor to apologize for "ruining their reputation". I actually ended up just bullshitting the apology letter, writing it without meaning a word, although by that point I didn't care anymore.

I went back the next school day, a Monday, and gave the letter to the principal. He read it, and suspended me until later. I don't remember how many days.

I was suspended the rest of the year. People from the church somehow spread it around that I was kicked out of school for being bisexual, and the ones with kids acted as if I had AIDS and had forbidden their kids from talking to me.

My parents told me they and I had to meet with the church's assistant pastor after that night's service.

We met with him and he accused me of having sex with men and women (grown adults) as a child, and told me I was going to hell, an abomination against God.

My parents rarely let me get online so I didn't have much contact with anyone outside of my immediate family. My stepdad would stand behind me while I was online, reading anything and everything I was looking at, including when I first got onto Tumblr, when I tried looking up trans people bc I knew I was trans. He told my mom I was looking up "nasty" things.

Eventually being homeschooled, I realized I was transgender and went by Toni and then Shawn. I wasn't sure how I chose the name but it seemed to fit me.

The next year I went back to school and met 2 people who were my best friends only bc I would've had no one. They were homophobic and transphobic. Even mocked Day of Silence after I explained it to them.

There was a guy 2 years older than me who turned out to be gay, as well as a girl 1 year younger than me and another guy 2 years younger than me, both extremely homophobic in school towards me, who eventually came out as gay themselves.

The high school only had 1 hallway, with 1 teacher per grade and the kids would switch classes.

During class change, I had to hear 3 guys who knew why I was suspended walk past me and call me homophobic slurs every day. I knew it was towards me bc no one else was outwardly gay, as if I even had a choice. I couldn't tell a teacher what was going on or I would've been suspended from school again just for trying to get help with being called slurs and being treated like I was less than human.

I eventually graduated from the school. Once I graduated, I posted on facebook and came out as transgender. Someone on there saw and outed me to my sister who outed me to my mom. Later on, my mom yelled at me and asked me why I wanted to be an ugly man.

In 2015, I met and dated a guy who would later sexually assault me and 2 years later r word me. Had I stayed with him, I would've been r worded often as he didn't think consent was important. I realized in June 2022 that he had r worded me, but that was 5 years after he did it.

I have a girlfriend right now and I'm struggling to make it through every day bc I just can't deal with every single day. I blame my parents and my siblings. I blame them and I don't care if they deny it. I know that suicide might be my choice but I am not the only guilty one, the only one at fault for what led up to it. I hate staying alive with everything I have to deal with. I shouldn't even be fronting but I don't know what to do.

I know 2017 is my fault and I know I should've been gone when I was 16. I guess this is just me making up for it now.

#personal #res posts! #mine #mine! #for later

[saviourkingslut]

fr tho like the SS version of the reunion scene is like by far the worst one. Cuz all the other ones make a certain amount of sense? Like Dimitri's there cuz he just "ends up" there in his wanderings (according to his post-timeskip profile), Claude's expecting Byleth to return cuz he's the only one who like KNOWS knows about Sothis living in Byleth's head so him expecting them to live isn't that far-fetched, and Edelgard ON CF missing Byleth cuz like ~they chose her~ is meh but at least it's something cuz there Byleth like showed her that they're at least on the ride side of ride or die for her.

SS tho has Edelgard try to murder Byleth after betraying them, Byleth try to murder Edelgard for the whole war and murder thing... and then Edelgard is ~waiting for Byleth~ to come back. But like. What if the player chose to actively antagonize her, or never got any of her supports, or never went to her coronation, or benched her for all of WC, or never interacted with her. You know those very clear signs of AT BEST disinterest (and at worst outright dislike) that Byleth can show Edelgard throughout the entire time the two of them know each other before she tries to literally murder them. So like why would she still WANT Byleth to ~walk with her~? Player pandering is one hell of a drug. Gimme Seteth and Flayn reunion any day

What if the player chose to actively antagonize her, or never got any of her supports, or never went to her coronation, or benched her for all of WC, or never interacted with her.

it's funny you mention this bc this is exactly what i did this run. i knew i wasn't gonna need her apart from a few battles where she's a mandatory unit so why invest in her. i hate her guts so why get her supports. i honestly was only tempted to get closer to her so i could go with her to enbarr and watch her crown herself and then say i'd kill her @ the holy tomb so i could feel max dramatic satisfaction but then i thought. nah. too much trouble. and didn't do it. so i really did ignore her and yet! bc this game for some reason REALLY wants byleth (and by extenstion us) to like edel/gard she shows up in the first ss cutscene where it makes no goddamn sense for her to be. 'my teacher' girl you don't know me and you cannot possibly feel anything for me, i never talked to you at all! i told you i would kill you to your face when you declared war and rhea asked me to! that was our literal last canon interaction! what i would have given for seteth and flayn in a cinematic not just bc i would have liked it more than seeing woobiegard but also bc it would have made more sense. this is the church route so put the church characters centre stage and put them in the emotional reunion cinematic i am begging

#asks #edelcritical

[kittlyns]

Last night, my car broke down in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch black dark, on a road where people were speeding extremely fast. My battery/alternator gave out, so I had no way to even turn my hazards on.

To top it all off, my phone was at 6% when this happened.

I was completely unfamiliar with the area, as my normal route was blocked off due to an accident. I had to take a detour down country roads I'd never been on. There were no lights on the road at all, and barely any buildings other than the very occasional house.

I was on the phone with my best friend when my warning lights started coming on one after another. I started freaking out a bit and was like "oh my god, I'm gonna break down in the middle of nowhere, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

She asked where I was and how to get to me, and I gave her the most shitty directions I've ever given anyone. I'm godawful with directions and my brain being in panic mode did not make anything better.

I finally found an intersection with one church and a small gas station across from it. I knew I wasn't making it to the gas station. As I started turning into the church parking lot, my steering locked up and everything in my car went dead.

Thankfully, there was a very small middle lane that separated both sides of the road. I'm assuming it was mostly used as a turn lane for the church. My car somehow died perfectly in the middle of it.

I shot off a text to my mom letting her know my car is dead and I had my phone do an emergency SOS so it sent her my location. I continued to babble on hysterically while my friend did her best to locate me.

I told her I might walk to the gas station bc I felt like it was only a matter of time before someone ran into my little car with no lights. My phone then promptly went dead.

Looking back, as scary as it was this was probably for the best. I do my best work when no one is relying on me.

I ran through the possibilities in my mind.

Leave my car and go to the gas station? Maybe they have a charger for my phone, or maybe they'll let me borrow a phone. But it is late and I'd be a young woman visibly alone with a dead phone. Who knows how that could go.

Okay, stay in my car? No headlights, no hazard lights, no streetlights illuminating my car. I could easily get hurt. No phone so I can't update anyone. No, staying in place doesn't improve the situation at all.

Sit on the church lawn under the one light they have and hope my parents or friend show up before any potential axe murderers passing by? Pros: I'd be more visible. Cons: I'd be more visible. Eh.... maybe I'll try this one first.

I vaguely remember buying a set of caution lights the last time my car's battery died a few years ago. Omg, I think a little excited at the prospect of actually needing something I bought for once, I've gotta try those out!

I also remembered throwing them in my trunk the last time I cleaned my car out. Fuck. I'd have to risk being hit to get them, but it'd be for the best if I did.

I wait until there are no cars coming from either direction and get out. I manually unlock my trunk and start digging around. No lights, no lights, no lights, good god why don't I ever clean this shit out this is so fucking stupid omg the lights!!!

It occurs to me as I'm opening the little bag containing the lights that. Oh shit. I've changed the batteries on these things once and that was at least.... 2 years ago. Oh fuck. Please work, please work, please work.

I press the button on one light. It works!!! Only. Huh. It's a bit dim. Will anyone see this? I press another light's on button. Nothing. Oh fuck me. Why didn't I ever change the batteries regularly???? I'm too fucking complacent.

I put the one, very dim, probably dying light on my rear bumper and hope to anything listening that it'll do the job. I get my purse, phone, and keys out of my car and head for the church lawn.

I don't stay there long. Too many passing cars that I don't recognize and it makes me nervous. From my experience, a lot of people who stop and ask if you're okay are super nice. But my phone's dead and I left my mace back in the salon, so I'd rather not take any chances. I decide to just head over to the gas station and hope it's safer than being out in the open.

It was. I walked in and resolved myself to not cry. Just politely ask for a phone or charger and wait until someone rescued me.

That didn't last long. I got up to the counter and explained my problem to the man and asked if I could borrow a phone. He agreed so kindly and quickly that it brought tears to my eyes immediately and my voice went all wobbly. I didn't realize til then how much I was expecting a flat out "no."

I called my mom, her number being the only one I know by heart, and filled her in on the situation. Yes, I was safe, I'm in a gas station across from a church, no I don't know the church's name, here's the gas station's name, no I don't know the street address, no I haven't called the cops, do I need to? Oh okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay bye.

I try to hand the phone back and promised I'd buy something as a thank you and he turned me down. Told me to grab a beverage, on him, and sit down. Keep his phone as long as I needed it. I turned down the drink, he'd helped me so much already just letting me use his phone, but thanked him profusely and agreed to keep his phone a little longer.

I sat down and called the non-emergency police line to see if they could send someone out to put up cones or something for my car. I was told "oh no honey we don't do that. Here. Call this number." Okay thanks. Hang up. Dial the new number.

"Mmmm, yeah, we don't do that either. I can connect you to highway patrol?" I mean I fucking guess. I've spent damn near 10 minutes trying to connect to the right departments and giving all my information out again, but whatever.

And then my best friend walks in 💕

Immediately, I'm unable to hold it together. I burst into tears. She rushes over and holds my hand while sitting with me. Her mom shows up not even a minute later and I'm just in hysterics and the highway patrol dispatcher finally comes on the line but I'm sobbing too hard to say anything so the lady that transferred me had to give her all the information and I can finally hang up and give the nice man his phone back.

He asks me if I need anything else but I'm still crying pretty hard so I can only hope he understood me when I said no thank you.

My friend and her mom celebrate finding me with the absolute shit directions I gave and I can finally laugh because yeah they sucked pretty bad and I'm so sorry for all this blah blah

Her mom says something about angels and luck and I'm like fuck it I'm gonna buy a lottery ticket. Maybe this all means something. So my friend and I both buy lottery tickets in hopes we can change our lives and we promise the man if we win he'll get his fair share.

We go outside and my parents pull up and everything feels okay for the first time in nearly 2 hours. There's a lot of run-around, looking for jumper cables and flares or something. It takes the cops another hour to show up, and the eventual tow truck yet another hour.

$700+ of my savings later, I'm back home. My car will hopefully run again. If not. Well. That's a bridge to cross another day, I guess. For now I'm just grateful to be home and alive and know that I'm loved enough for people to hunt me down in the dead of night with shitty directions and coordinates that are off by a couple of miles.

#personal #long post #really just needed to get this out of my system so I hopefully don't dwell on it too much #it was a very stressful night #I left work at 6pm and didnt make it home til 10:40pm #I live about 30 minutes away from where I work so it was outrageous #I'm also going to leave gas station guy a review bc without him idk if my parents would've found me. very grateful to him.

[verobatto]

You did something stupid, again

Destiel Meta. Supernatural Meta. 15x13. Spoiler. Visual Narrative Meta

Hello my friends! Did you watch the episode?

Okay, I must say i feel a little disappointed bc AUDean didn't flirt with our Cas and we didn't get a jealous Dean, but ... We will always have fanfictionland, I know many of you will fix it by writing what should happen there... 😏

Okay I want to say thank you to @agusvedder for her wonderful gifs in this meta!

Now, my quarantined friends, let's start this short meta...

Call back to Ruby/Sam, one of the first Destiel mirrors from season 5

It was hilarious when Cas pointed at Ruby as the demon Sam had been sexually intimate.

Why Cas is recalling this? Is important because while Sam was sexually intimating with Ruby, Dean was sexually tensioning with Cas 🤣🤣🤣 omg, is quarantine, sorry...

But it works, right? They were both mirrors, so...

Then we had Castiel talking face to face to Ruby, and Ruby remembered Sam, she said she liked him! Was him one of her regrets?

Just like the Empty scanned Castiel's head when he was there, discovering his feelings, Ruby confessed that to him.

Old Married Couple

And I'm guessing because this was a BL episode, we had a lot of Wincest, but we also had old married couple sit com with Destiel.

The exchange of bad jokes coming from Dean and Castiel being all grumpy, is our jam.

But we also had a recall to doing stupid things, only this time, it wasn't stupid.

Castiel almost dying to get into the Empty, is a parallel to Dean almost dying to get into the veil. And idk why it was so easy... But, could work as a foreshadow too.

Why a foreshadow? Because they showed us how, through Jack, Cas, or anyone else?, Could break into the Empty, and maybe... Because Ruby called Cas, he could represent the connection, the first one in waking up the Empty, and being released from it. So maybe, this could be the way to refill Heaven with angels sleeping in the void.

But is also a clue for my spec of Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty too.

The way Dean nonchalantly asked for Cas' grace under his scolding eyes, is a sign that maybe he was still a little mad at him for doing the almost dead plan. Because they are married. And they're two dummies in love. That's why.

Far to be Happy

We talked extensively about what meant for Castiel to be happy. He always will put the excuse AUMICHAEL IS STILL OUT THERE, or now, CHUCK IS STILL OUT THERE. But... What is the show telling us about his truly happiness?

In this episode we had people dressed in colors that can give us clues about that.

I told you that everytime we see pink colors means happiness. Now... Look at Jack T-shirt...

Is white (light blue and white means purity and divinity) so divinity with pink and blue. He was wearing Castiel's happiness. Jack is pivotal for Castiel to reach happiness. And the white color representing divinity, is maybe talking about his destiny, to become the new God, as I pointed so many times in my meta specs.

Now, let's jump to Jo.

Jo was wearing a pink coat with a red bluse and black T-shirt with lines in blue and red.

Okay... Pink is happiness... So... Red is our toxic, and angry Dean, black is the Empty and lines in blue and red are Cas and Dean again. This has so much sense, because Dean is Castiel's happiness too, but the Empty is there separating them. And I suppose Dean is in angry when he discovers the deal with the Empty, or when he will see is really too late.

Now, let's come back to Jack's wardrobe at the end... Light brown coat (so Cas, isn't?) And orange t-shirt. Orange is the mix of Red (Dean) and Yellow (Sam) so each time I see orange I recall the brothers... And is so cute he is wearing this colors, because is his family. They are his three dads.

Miscellaneous:

There were a lot of point that caught my attention, but because this is the Destiel Meta, I will put just two here. And a third we were discussing bwith my friend @weirddorkylittlediana

Dadstiel talking with Jack about the way Dean manage anger, and mourning, because he knows. He knows Dean very well. So he can talk about that with his son. And we, Destiel shippers, can scream like the fangirls we are.

Why no one were helping Sam to block that door?? And Dean and Castiel spotted side by side? Okay, I could scream again my spec here about Dean and Castiel in the Empty, and Sam helping them to open the rift and keep it open through a spell and Jack, but... It is also a clue to think about Destiel endgame as vessel sharing. Just saying.

Diana told me: look the church scene looks like a wedding, I noticed the colors (bisexual flag) but I didn't noticed they were spotted as if they were getting married, I will use her pics to show her idea...

Okay... Hilarious, thank you Diana!

To Conclude

I didn't like the Wincest subtext in this episode, but we'll, I think you can't give to all the sections of this fandom happiness at the same time, right?

There was a lot of old married couple but like sit com.

The reference to the Empty and how Cas can get in and get out and maybe, bring some dead demons and angels, it could be a foreshadow to what the Heaven Restoration will be.

I hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

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Buenos Aires March 23th 2020 5:58 PM

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