taylor swift fans interpret her lyrics the way protestants interpret the bible
sentences you can only get on tumblr
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no i havent seen that critically acclaimed movie with significant relevance to culture. no yeah, still working through bad stuff from other decades
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I cant comment on this just fucking look at it
in case y'all were wondering i will be emotionally intelligent dean truthing until i die. and even if he wasn’t. that’s ok
when people talk shit about him because they headcanon him as being a repressed queer guy. do you hear yourselves
“hahaha this guy was emotionally [and physically] neglected growing up and has never had stability or a community and he lives in an era/region that is deeply homophobic so he doesn’t have the tools to understand his own emotions and he thinks he is STRAIGHT! 🤣” do you hear yourselves
that being said i do believe that he is a very sensitive person who knows himself very well and is often quite private because he doesn’t have many people to confide in. until cas comes along, he doesn’t have any friends. there’s only so much that one wants to share with their family. and even then, he shares a lot with them. no hate, it’s cool to explore stuff, but i really don’t think you get him if you earnestly write him as a super repressed person that doesn’t realize he’s attracted to men or loves cas until hella late in the series or after it
like…y'all saw them confide in each other in s4. y'all saw them have fun together in s5. y'all saw dean mourn cas in s7. y'all saw him keep the coat. y'all saw him on his knees in the crypt in s8. y'all heard “i need you” and read “i love you.” dean knows
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gimme widower arc ray please 🙏🏼
hell yeah you can have it!!!!!! fraser….is gonna have a lot to answer for lemme tell you!!
The casket’s gorgeous.
Of all the dumb shit Ray’s focused on, that’s at the top of the list. Shiney, brown, big. It’s a casket. Big whoop. Nothing to write home about.
Except for the person inside.
Dief’s stuck to his side the entire time, snout on Ray’s knee while the precinct flooded in around them. There’s already a bunch of white hair on his slacks, guaranteed to be a bunch more by the end of the day.
deancas hfym s3 your beloved please!
making this extra long bc i’m 99% sure @preetkiran1016 also wanted hfym s3 but tumblr is eating asks, so:
Ash claps his hands together. “Look alive, folks.” Dean groans into his coffee. “We got dry lightning, we got some barometric pressure dropping action, we’ve got bizarre deaths - in other words, we got demons.”
“How bizarre are the deaths?” Jess asks.
“Uh,” Dean watches Ash unfold a scrap piece of paper from his jeans pocket. “One guy says sayonara with a shotgun in a church and another one loses it in a hobby shop before some cops take him down. Both in the same town.”
“Okay, that’s bizarre,” she says.
“Sounds like Florida on a normal day to me.”
Oooo deancas secret fic for wip wednesday?
as u wish:
Dean doesn’t say anything. Not for a long time. He rights the glass and sets it on the table next to the other empty glass. A waitress comes and takes them away, and Dean still doesn’t say anything. Castiel wonders how long the silence will last this time.
deancas secret fic (eyes emoji x2) for WIP wednesday (:
(eyes emoji x3) sure
“You but different,” Dean muses. He finishes Castiel’s drink, too, and he rolls the warming glass between his palms. “Is that what happens when someone comes back? It’s them, but not really?”
“It depends,” Castiel says. He’s sure there’s plenty of human philosophers that would say no, that there’s something inherent in the transfiguration of dying that changes you, and getting put back into a body won’t fix that. He’s also sure that isn’t what Dean wants to hear.
"secret fic", for WIP Wednesday?
yessss
Cas thinks about this, he thinks about it a lot. When Dean’s asleep, when they’re in the car, when he looks up at the sky and finds it empty of what he’s expecting to see, when he looks down at the body that isn’t his and it’s just like he found it.
“Maybe it’s both,” he says, because it’s one of the few explanations that doesn’t make his reconstructed insides twist. “They could be the same suit and tie and slacks but through reviving me, they’re different.“
I'd like to request due south elaborate canon divergence for the WIP Wednesday game please. Good luck with writing!
thank you!
“Sorry, Ray, but - why are you here?”
Ray spreads his arms like he had briefly entertained the thought of waving them over his head before thinking better of it. “Why - you missed your last two appointments! No warning, no ‘hey, Ray, let’s change the time here, I have a curling lesson,’ no nothing. I call Vecchio, no answer, I call the Consulate, they said you took a few days off.”
“You took vacation time for that?” Ray whispers.
“Of course, Ray, I couldn’t just not show up for work.”
I would appreciate if you could write on due south elaborate canon divergence where ray k is fraser’s physiotherapist and he keeps. getting. injured. for WIP Wednesday please.
of course!
“‘Course I’m right.” They walk towards the bullpen. “Tell you the truth, I keep forgetting what day of the week it is, all those days were blending together for me in there, like the opposite of a really good vacation or something.” Ray pauses. “Hey.” Fraser turns his head. “It’s your guy.”
“My guy?”
“Well, what am I gonna call him, Ray?”
It was, in fact, Ray Kowalski that Ray Vecchio was pointing at. He had his arms crossed, hovering near Ray’s desk.
Requesting a bit of due south for WIP Wednesday, please!
absolutely:
“Hey, who found your case notes?” She crosses her arms. “Without me you’d still be held in contempt, maybe an extended stay in Cook County…”
“Alright, alright, I get it - we’re so grateful you’ve bestowed upon us the ever-important, er,” he leans over and flips the file open, “case of the missing kale shipment from the Wellness Gardens Supermarket.”
