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the people who think ryan isn't actively making eddie a little gay with his acting have never seen the rest of his filmography

mike saying "why is this on me? why am i the bad guy?" at rink-o-mania because from his side he tried it all he kept calling the byers in california it's just that joyce always kept the line busy OH THIS IS SO EXCELLENT THERE ARE LAYERS TO THIS

not to mention how he has gotten back to playing d&d too most presumably also for will. as lorde once sang, "in my head i do everything right when you call i'll forgive and not fight" MICHAEL WHEELER I SEE YOU MY SON I LOVE YOU

actually i want mike to think he’s lost will again. let him go a little insane. as a treat.

I know we love the edgy emo aesthetic for Mike... BUT has anyone considered dark academia Mike???

Like, someone look me in the eyes and tell me Mike Wheeler wouldn't slap in these outfits:

Let's just get one thing straight:

THIS Mike Wheeler wouldn't care that Will was gay

THIS Mike Wheeler thought he was supposed to think Will being gay was weird but he wouldn't actually mind

THIS Mike Wheeler would be happy that Will trusted him enough to come out to him as gay

Mike Wheeler loves and supports Will no matter what. Even when he's having his own identity crisis.

Before Finn's panel, I wanna remind people not to bombard that poor dude with questions about Mileven and Byler or questions you know he can't answer. Don't ask who will be endgame. Don't ask if he ships Mileven or Byler. Don't ask him if Mike and El breakup. Don't ask him to shut down Byler and their shippers. Don't ask dumb questions like that. He can't answer them truthfully or even give an answer at all. So please don't put him through the pain and anxiety of having to try and beat around the bush. He's already talked about how bad his anxiety gets with interviews and panels and stuff. Don't make it more difficult for him. Please. Just be a decent person.

Ask him about more than just his character's love interests please. That is all the interviewers ask him about during press for the show and it seems to annoy him. Please don't do that at his panels as well. And ask him questions he can actually answer. Like ask him about the movie he is directing. Ask him about the new Pinocchio movie he was a voice actor for. Ask him about his music. Ask him silly little questions like "if you could pick one actor/actress to work with, who would it be." Idc what you people ask him just as long as you don't harass him about ships. There is more going on with him than just playing Noah and Millie's love interests on the show. PLEASE. I AM LITERALLY ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU PEOPLE.

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WHERE THE HELL HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE????

I’m actually so pissed that Caleb wasn’t nominated. He is CONSTANTLY snubbed despite always giving outstanding performances. The double standards are so clear it’s disgusting

“Hello, Dean,”

“Cas,”

Silence.

“It’s been a while,”

“Yes,”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Dean, I-“

“Cuz that was one hell of a ‘goodbye’ you gave me back there, y’know,”

Cas doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh, so, now you’re speechless, huh,” Dean shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t just - just SAY stuff like that and then fuck off into the ether without giving a guy a chance to PROCESS, Cas, okay?? You just don’t do it,”

“I appreciate it’s not the done thing, Dean, it was not my intention, believe me, it just spilled out of me-“

“Oh, I’m aware of the spilling. Me and the spillage: WELL acquainted,”

Castiel sighs, his expression pained.

“Dean, please do not make light of this. I will not apologise for what I said or how I feel-“

“Hey, hey, whoa, hey. Who the hell is making light here? Cuz I sure as hell ain’t. And you are not hearing me, man, what you said was not - you just DISAPPEARED. You were GONE - that was a dick move, Cas, and you know it.”

Dean takes a second to pace, hands on his hips, shaking his head. Cas can only watch as Dean works through the thoughts flying around his head.

“There are consequences, y’know? Repercussions. You can’t just tap out, you’ve gotta face the music-“

“Dean. Are you still talking to me?”

Dean whips his head around.

“Well, of course I’m talking to you, who else would I be talking to?”

“Well, I’m not sure, but it did sound an awful lot like you were talking to yourself.”

Dean just stands there, hands on his hips, nodding lightly, letting Cas’ words sink in. The question had been rhetorical of course, but then again, Cas had never fully grasped the concept.

“I would know,” Cas says.

The implications of Cas’ words wash over Dean.

Castiel. Angel of the Lord, ever present, ever watching.

“I’ll always watch over you, Dean Winchester,” Cas says, as if finishing Dean’s thought.

Cas studies Dean’s face, contemplative and serious.

“I should’ve known,” Cas breathes out a soft laugh and shakes his head “I’m such a fool. You still don’t believe me, do you? After everything I’ve done, after everything I’ve said, you still don’t believe you’re worthy of being saved. Of being loved,”

Dean glares at the floor, avoiding Castiel’s gaze.

“Always so stubborn. I should’ve known that mere words wouldn’t be enough. The sheer enormity of what I feel for you cannot be conveyed through the constriction of language. You were never a man of words. Words can be twisted. Words can be taken back. Words can be ignored, they can form lies and deceit. Something you’re all too familiar with. Something that I, too, have contributed to over the years I’ve known you. I was always a fool for you, Dean Winchester. No. Simply telling you isn’t enough. I have to show you.”

Castiel grabs Dean’s arm, his hand seals to the mark he seared into his skin when dragged him from Hell.

Dean gasps as what can only be described and Castiel’s feelings pour into Dean like a dam bursting through its banks.

Memories. Dean raking the leaves. Dean and Cas by the lake. Cas dropping the angel blade. But not just the memories - feelings. Just pure emotion. Everything Cas has ever felt for Dean flows through Deans every fibre. Consumes all that he is and all he ever will be.

A single tear falls.

Dean clutches onto Cas’ coat and drops to his knees.

A rush of something bursts from him.

It’s Cas’ turn to gasp.

Dean reverses the stream. Cas is slammed with everything Dean throws out at him. Cas feels everything. Everything Dean’s wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. Because Dean doesn’t do words. Everything Dean felt for Cas from the moment he marked his arm to the moment he confessed his love. Because Dean wasn’t able to tell him. He wasn’t able to figure out what all those feelings meant, because they were just too much.

But, now, it’s just one feeling.

It flows through Cas like a warm all-encompassing glow; filling him, shaping him.

Cas drops to his knees.

They both gasp for air, clutching at one another, heads on each other’s shoulders, each consumed by the other.

“Dean, I-,”

“Cas? Shut up.”

Dean yanks Cas forward by the collar, planting his lips on Castiel’s in a searing kiss.

Cas jolts in sheer surprise. Then, he sinks into the feeling.

Suddenly, a ringing sound fills the air around them. A bright glow lights up the room.

Dean pulls back in surprise, his eyes wide.

Castiel’s wings fill the room and Dean simply cannot process the sheer size of them. He’s seen them in shadow, of course, but this is something else entirely. They’re not physical exactly, but they’re more than shadow now. They’re -

“Beautiful.”

The glow fades away along with the noise.

Cas can only stare into Dean’s eyes, his whole heart beared to his one true love.

“I’m gonna take that screeching as an ‘I love you, you dumbass’ and leave it at that,” Dean breathes out.

He touches his forehead to Cas’.

Cas leans into the touch. Their eyes drift shut.

“Yes, Dean.”