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Tell me future me, did we get hatecrimed?

ineffable husbands is going to become homophobically canon im calling it right now

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Wow, really trying to erase Bruce

Another thing I loved about Birds of Prey is there was not one Good male character in that movie and that’s true to my life and cathartic to see women fighting a world that hates them. and of course men would find that boring.

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Just watched birds of prey No one can change my mind that Sionis and Zsasz aren't fucking

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“Loki” on Disney+

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Yeah ok who's the top or bottom but who is the big spoon?

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15.05 coda--nothing means anything anymore

15.05 coda–Dean/Castiel

I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…I am lost…And nothing means anything anymore.–Ranata Suzuki

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How are we supposed to fight God?

The question sits like a stone in the pit of his stomach. It’s with him when he showers, when he dabs antiseptic around the cuts on his side, when he eases into a shirt and into his bed. It sits on his chest, it lurks in his mind, it rises in his throat. It’s what he breathes, what he sees. Inescapable. Total. 

It’s…They were done. 

They were done. 

The walls press in around him. He’s never thought that the bunker was suffocating, but here it is, 4 am and he can’t breathe because the walls are closing in around him. He thinks that if he was in the middle of the Grand Canyon, it still wouldn’t be enough. These aren’t real walls, they’re Chuck’s fingers, squeezing around his and Sam’s neck until finally–

Michael was right, the bastard. Chuck just writes drafts and discards them, he’d said, and goddammit all, he was right. What had that been? Some weird crossover? 

Dean’s never…Even at the darkest point, even when the Apocalypse was looming, even when he was losing pieces of himself to the Mark, even when the Darkness was pressing around him, even when he was waking up with splitting headaches because Michael was screaming inside his head–There had always been a plan. There had always been some other action to take, something to do, something to fight. There had been something. But now…The gerbil wheel goes faster and faster and there’s no way off and there’s nothing, there’s nothing–

It takes him a second to realize that he’s hyperventilating, breath turning the pillow damp. His teeth bite into the pillow, fingers tear at the sheets. He needs…he needs…

He screams into his pillow, a muffled, broken sound that rips his throat raw. It tears out from his lungs, from his heart, but it doesn’t help, it can’t help–Everyone they lost along the way–Dad, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Kevin, Charlie, Jack…Mom…It was nothing. It was nothing but Chuck getting bored. His whole life and it’s been nothing but fucking God having a hard-on for watching him break until there’s nothing left to shatter. 

Well, the fucker might get his wish. Because right now…There’s nothing left. 

It’s not a conscious decision to reach for his phone. It’s not a conscious decision to press the name that he’s been avoiding for weeks, the name that he’s tried to forget. 

For weeks he’s avoided calling Cas. For weeks he hasn’t texted him. He knows that Sam’s called him–he’d be stupid to miss the furtive, guilty looks, or the way that Sam shoves his phone in his back pocket whenever Dean enters a room. But Dean’s kept himself separate, apart. He changes the subject whenever Sam asks why Cas isn’t texting him back or why all his calls go straight to voicemail. 

He still hasn’t told Sam about that night. The finality in Cas’ words. The resignation in his eyes, the resolution in his steps. He’d seen that same look in Cassie’s eyes, in Lisa’s. It was the look of someone when they said goodbye and meant it. He’d known then, when Cas tilted his head and the ghost of what might have been a smile crossed his face, that that was it. Cas was gone. 

And Dean had respected that, he had. He put his head down and kept on, and it had been fine. It had been fine. He and Sam would keep on doing what they were doing, and he would find new weird jerkies to eat, and it would have been fine. 

But then, Chuck, and Lilith and…Dean can’t breathe, he can’t get any air into his lungs, nothing means anything anymore. He’s drowning, he’s falling, and he can’t tell it to Sam because Sam’s just barely hanging on, and he can’t tell it to Cas, because Cas is…Cas had…

The phone rings. Once. Twice. 

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"Now you don't have anyone to kick around anymore, Deany-o boy"

-my dad, who is VERY invested in Supernatural as his favorite show

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So like, yes Dean will pray to Cas by episode 9 of season 15 in a way that it’s a ‘confession’ and explains ‘why he did and said what he did’ but like…

What if by then Cas has fully fallen? So even though Dean prays and unburdens himself of all his feelings Cas can’t hear him. Because Cas can’t any longer. So Dean prays and when he doesn’t get any response the screen fades to black on his expression of sadness because he really thinks that he blew things with Cas. That there is no hope of fixing things.

And then the winter hiatus begins?

I don’t know maybe I’m just clownin… unless?!?!

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Guys I wont be posting for a while

I was on the couch when my boomerang and she broke her hip! I'm sorry for my absence

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Crowley has high wisdom low intelligence Az as high Intelligence low Wisdom

Good Omens Novel: explicitly said Aziraphale is very intelligent

Good Omens Fandom: Aziraphale is pure of heart, home of sexual, and dumb of ass

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DEAN WINCHESTER CANONICALLY LOVES MAN MEAT

DEAN WINCHESTER CANONICALLY LOVES MAN MEAT

DEAN WINCHESTER CANONICALLY LOVES MAN MEAT

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When I saw this this is what I was worried about.

Dose Chuck really want to hurt them? This will REALLY hurt them. Throw in a Cas death= them all dying in the worst way the could, by eachother. Because Sam couldn't live with what he did to his brother

15.04  |  1.09

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They are both so cute, who allowed this?

Good Omens || The Good Place 

#precious immortal beings doing human magic

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Sorry that I'm late to class Sir but you see I simply don't

Vibe

With this class

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Dear teachers, a letter from the problems student

Dear Teachers,

your life sucks. You are underpaid and you have to teach Shakespeare to obnoxious 9th grades who just want to go to lunch. This sucks.

I want to just let you know something. I am not ok. I know that you ask me "how are you doing" and "are you ok?" And I will respond with "good" or "yeah I'm just tired" but in reality... I'm not ok and here is why:

The reason I was late to class is because I stopped in the bathroom so that I could cry. I know that it's irresponsible but I don't want to cry in front of the whole class.

I'm sorry that I didn't turn in that assignment. I just layed in bed thinking about how much I hate myself and all my flaws. This took up more time than I'd like. When I started to work all I could think about is how stupid I was.

I'm sorry that I'm so sensitive. I was emotionally abused by my elementary school teachers and now suffer from PTSD. I take medication but I still get scared. I think that all my teachers hate me.

I am sorry that I asked to go to the bathroom 3 times this period. I have terrible insomnia and didn't fall asleep until 3am. I go to the bathroom and set an alarm for 5 minutes just to get some sleep.

I'm sorry that I refuse help. When ever I would ask for help at my old school, I would be yelled at and punished.

Who am I?

I am the dissrupive student

I am the student who never dose their work.

I am the kid who is a "problem".

I am the child that you gossip about in the teachers lounge.

I'm the one always sleeping in class.

I am the one who seems ok.

I cry when ever a teacher says something nice to me even small things like "I really like you shirt" "that was a funny joke" or "you have really improved" because I'm not used to teachers likeing me.

I just want to feel like you care. I want you to like me as a person and not for my grades. I want to impress you but I am only told what I did wrong.

I want you to ask me about the new dog, if my dad got his car fixed, if I got the job. I want you to know me and not just the class.

I want to go to school and think that you are rooting for me.

Sincerely, the problem student

#dearteacher

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God I want to die so bad

I'm tired of life. All my teachers hate me, I'm on so many meds, I can't sleep. I'm ugly I can't get my work done I just want to die.

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If you are having a bad day then just stand in the mirror till the mirror you moves independent of you, then crawl into the mirror dimention!