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Cassie
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"Well are you a [controversial identity] supporter???"

My friend I do not know what to tell you here. My rule is and remains "I don't care what you call yourself because your actions and who you are as a person is more valuable to me" and "as long as everyone in the situation is an adult and is giving enthusiastic consent I genuinely do not give a fuck what you do" and "words are stupid and people are complicated so it doesn't matter if The Words Are Wrong as long as it makes you happy"

I'm a longer tables not higher walls kind of guy. Have a seat. Break bread with me. Tell me a story over dinner. I think that'll be better for the both of us.

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“Don’t rub your eyes it leads to wrinkles and eye bags!!” you live in a world where you feel guilt over even the most microscopic of life’s pleasures and I will never want to join you there

i would like a moment to briefly note how important it is that benoit blanc is an older queer character. an older, happy queer character.

we are missing a good chunk of an entire generation of queer people due to the aids crisis. blanc living his cute happy little life, probably in his fifties, with his lovely partner, is such a beacon of hope. for me, at least.

Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.

no but what if 2009 dean had stayed in the 2014 au longer? what if zachariah had sent him there before, before the night 2014 dean sent them all to their death. what if he'd spent time, weeks, months, with his older self, with cas? he would have noticed, that they weren't friends. that they were old lovers, so old they were doing it out of habit rather than real feeling anymore. and what about cas? there he would be, suddenly faced with this hopeful, more caring version of the man he loves. a dean who still wants peace, who still wants to fix things. already a cynic, but still so full of love. something that his dean hasn't let show in a long time. and cas can't stop looking at him, and 2014 dean notices but he's too shut off to admit that he hates it. that he hates himself for not being that version of himself anymore. that he hates his younger self for being something that his cas can look at with fondness in his eyes. all he gets is sadness. and 2009 dean notices too, and it unsettles him but he is curious about it. he wonders if cas regrets this version of him. he wonders how it happened, at which point he and cas got together. he wonders if it was ever tender, or if it's always been this broken relationship, born from the war. and they talk, cas and 2009 dean talk a lot. not at first, but little by little they develop a habit of staying up late at night and just talking. cas asks dean to remind him what life used to be like. dean asks cas what he likes about his dean. and cas tells him, but sometimes it's like he can barely remember. he loves him because it's interwoven with the fabric of who he is. but if he's being honest he isn't sure he likes him. but he likes past dean. he's funny, and not only in a dry, dark way. he genuinely makes him laugh, and he laughs, too, and his eyes crinkle, and he smiles those big smiles that bare his teeth, and he worries, and he cries when they lose a friend to the croatoans, and he cares, he cares so much. and cas falls in love all over again. he cleans up his act, too. he sobers up and he tries to be the version of himself that past dean wants to see. and dean thinks he gets it. he already knows he's going to end up with cas so there's no use denying what he's currently feeling. and he does feel it, the comfort of falling in love with your best friend. and he holds cas's hand, and that's comfortable. he kisses him, and it feels like falling off a skyscraper at first but then that becomes comfortable too. they spend a night together, and dean thinks he has never felt more loved in his entire life. and it's a rush, and it's comfortable, and it's not right. because this cas isn't his best friend, and they don't belong to each other. not really. and there is the very distinct possibility that 2014 dean might kill him if he keeps it up. so he doesn't. but he thinks about his cas, and how right it would feel with him. he thinks about all the things he loves about his cas, his best friend, the angel for whom time works differently than for him and yet who is so different from this cas right here. because no matter how old you are, things and people still change you. and he doesn't ever want to be the reason that his cas changes into the man standing in front of him. he won't let himself be the reason castiel, his castiel, is ever this sad. this lonely. he knows now, that whether it happens now or a year from now, or ten, he and cas will end up together. he just needs to make sure that when they do, cas still feels like his best friend, and that he is still cas's. that cas wouldn't rather be with a younger dean. so when he gets back to his time, he begs him. don't ever change. but really he's making himself a promise. don't ever change him.

concept: during the stanford years, while dean is out on his own, he meets endverse cas at a bar after wrapping up a hunt. dean’s funds are running low and cas lives in this cabin (shack, really) by a lake, so he offers to let dean crash for a while in exchange for some help around the house.

help around the house turns into dean doing home repairs while cas lounges around, smoking and shamelessly staring. and dean parades around just as shamelessly because he rarely gets to enjoy male attention, constantly showing off his arms or taking off his shirt because it’s like soooo hot in cas’ cabin.

and when they’re not doing that, they’re swimming in the lake (dean in his underwear, cas buck naked) or tinkering with the impala (dean) or meditating (cas. dean tries to join in exactly once and gives up after five minutes). in the evenings, they sit by the firepit outside cas’ house and smoke and look at the stars.

one evening, dean gets tired of waiting and asks, “why haven’t you tried to fuck me?”

“i thought it might freak you out,” cas says, “and i didn’t wanna chase off the best company i’ve had in years.”

and dean turns bright red and has to lie down on the ground for a while because cas didn’t say he was helpful or useful to have around the house but that he was good company.

once he gets over himself, he tells cas, “well, i wouldn’t freak out” and cas smirks and leans down and kisses dean just to see him blush even harder.