You know. I was thinking of something this morning at 2 am when I probably should’ve been slëeping..
Because at the end of the day it’s not about the ships or the fanfictions or the fanart or the cosplays.
It’s about family. It’s about a group of individuals coming together. No matter what they look like. No matter how they act. No matter what culture they’re from. No matter what orientation or skin color or sexuality or gender preference.
It’s about the cons. It’s about the friendship. It’s about supporting the actors of the show or movie or the authors of the boøks or the bands or YouTubers. It’s about the løve we share for each other. It’s about finding a place where you feel you fit in. It’s about helping others fit in. It’s about joy. It’s about what you accomplish together. If it’s a band, it’s about the musïc. It’s about standing up for one another. It’s about learning to stand up for yourself. It’s about being strong. It’s about finding strength within yourself and within other people. It’s about not giving a damn.
Yes. The fanfictions and the fanart and the ships, they’re cøøl and all.
It’s about us…
And that’s amazing.
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Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.
He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.
It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him. It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.
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What people think Destiel shippers want;
Dean: *for the 400th time this episode* I LOVE YOU *dramatically swoons into Cas arms*
‘Everyone suddenly becoming TV gay stereotypes or suddenly acting OOC’
Cas: Sam who?
Dean: Sam who?
Sex and making out all the time.
What we actually want;
Dean: You Do (x) and you’re sleeping on the couch!
Cas: I’m an angel Dean, I don’t sleep
Sam: You didn’t think that one through did you
Dean: Shut up. YOU’LL STILL BE ON THE COUCH
Cas: It’ll be an escape from your snoring!
Dean: I DO NOT SNORE
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Dean: Did you take my pillow?
Cas: …. no.
Dean: huh *walks off*
Sam: You better give him back the pillow
Cas: I thought he wouldn’t notice
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Sam: *to both of them* Oh no I have already learned my lesson about knocking before entering your room.
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Occasional kisses, like one sex scene if neccessary.
-Sitting next to one another
-still acting as best friends
- Sam and Cas being the ultimate BROTP
- Cas teaming up with Sam to pull pranks on Dean when they’re having a disagreement, Dean roping Cas into pranking Sam, Dean and Cas pranking each other.
-ACTUALLY TALKING TO ONE ANOTHER.
-More references to pop culture Dean has introduced Cas to
- Dean spouting some lore knowledge because he just likes listening to Cas say it and Sam getting irritated that Dean doesn’t listen to him as much when he starts talking about lore.
-when exiting a motel, Sam walks out a different room door to Cas and Dean but there’s otherwise very little mention of it.
-Dean and Cas using more cover names that relate to bisexual musicians and pop culture figures - Dean already has an ID for Freddie Mercury seen in s1e1.
-Cas staying in the bunker, if the writers don’t want Cas in the storyline for that episode, he’s in the bunker researching lore for the Big Bad of the season whilst Sam and Dean get some needed time off hunting something smaller, or training Jack or something that means he doesn’t constantly leave all the time.
IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK
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Thank You Hussie.. Thank You Homestuck..
have 3 achievable goals a day: having a laundry list of things to do everyday is super unrealistic, and you just end up feeling bad about yourself because you didn’t accomplish your goals for the day.
leave your sundays open: i love sundays because they’re my day to chill out and catch up on school work that i wasn’t able to finish during the week.
recognize when you’re at your emotional limits: forcing yourself to get work done when you are unable to comprehend your study material does not benefit anyone.
learn how to say no: people will ask you for your time and it will stretch you to the limit, whether it be at your job, in your extracurriculars, or in your personal life. know when to step back and say no.
take care of yourself physically: take breaks, go for walks, shower regularly, get enough sleep, eat healthy, see your friends
celebrate your accomplishments: go out to eat with friends after a big exam, indulge in a night off after a busy week with some netflix and wine
make a study plan beforehand: it can be daunting to see how much work you need to put in to a class or task beforehand, but this allows you to spread your work evenly so you don’t become overwhelmed.
learn how to ask for help: it is very rare that people make it through school, whether it be high school or university or any graduate program, without needing the advice of others or just a kind soul to vent to. find that person.
never forget your hobbies: you will need things that keep you sane. if you love to play music, write, play volleyball, or cook, make you sure you don’t lose these things. they will become your escape when times get tough.
log off from time to time: it is exhausting to be constantly connected to social media and your email. just physically disconnecting from these for a night to take care of yourself can really help you clear your mind.
;-;
First Kiss
Dean had imagined his and Cas’ first kiss forever now. Probably to the point where it was unhealthy. And now that Cas was human, it fueled even more thoughts and fantasies.
Sometimes, he liked the thought of them being in battle, and they had just thought they’d loose each other. They would share a heated kiss, and Sam would be smiling, breathing heavy against a wall.
Other times, maybe they’d be watching a movie and a kissing scene would come on. The hero gently leans in to kiss the girl, and fireworks would go off. He would get Cas’ attention, then pull him in for a soft kiss, and Sam would get up and leave the room smiling.
Maybe, if Sam found him desperate enough, he would push Dean into Cas, and he would give a nervous chuckle, before Cas would kiss him.
Never in a million years, would he expect it to be like this.
“One, two, three, come on buddy,”
Pressing his lips against Cas’ cold ones. His hands over Cas’ still chest.
“Dean, Dean we have to go.”
“One, two, three,”
Another kiss followed, this one wet and salty. Deans tears streamed down his face, as Sam grabbed his hand. “Dean!”
He whipped around, facing his brother towering over him. “We’ll come back for him later, we have to go now.”
Sam helped Dean to his feet, and pulled him along.
——
Maybe, Cas would be the first to kiss him. He would be doing research, and Cas would be walking past, and place a gentle kiss on his neck.
Or even, they would be in a fight. Cas would push him against the wall and kiss him rough. They would stop their arguing, and make out wherever they were.
They could be on a hunt, and somehow have to go as an undercover couple.
“Dean?”
He would stutter something, having to think fast. “We’re a couple.” He’d tell the person.
“Dean please talk to me,”
Having to grab Cas’ hand, they’d be in their soft outfits. Maybe talking to a nice old lady, or a happy couple.
“Please, it’s been three weeks, at least move from your bed. Give me a sign you’re even alive! Stop staring at the wall like you can’t hear me!”
Him and Cas would constantly have to play couple, and Cas would kiss him on the cheek. They’d go back to their motel, and finish the kiss there.
“Dean, please, it’s Sam, remember me? Dean I know it’s tough with Cas gone-“
They might have bought a house on the beach. Just him and Cas, drinking beers and fishing. Getting out of the life.
“But I need you here, please Dean, wake up from whatever coma you’ve put yourself in.”
Dean had imagined his and Cas’ first kiss forever now. Probably to the point where it was unhealthy.