WHAT-IF-THIS-ACTUALLY-HAPPENED

its-natalie-or-becky  asked:

Real talk tho: how does anyone actually eat when they’re meeting Taylor????? Like everyone always mentions pizza and eating food and I’m like ?????

Okay so here’s the thing. For me personally, it didn’t click in my head that I was meeting Taylor until she walked into the room. The night before, I slept like a baby because the entire scope of the situation was so out of what my mind considers rational. Had I been fully conscious of what’s actually happening the next day, there is no way I would have been able to sleep even a minute. Being in her home was the same thing for me. It wasn’t clicking in my brain that we were in Taylor Swift’s house, partly because my brain didn’t want to accept it, and partly because honestly her home is so cozy and welcoming that you wouldn’t expect Taylor Swift™ to live there. It’s more like “oh ya know just visiting my friend Taylor”. If I was actually aware of the situation I was in, I wouldn’t have been able to eat a thing. Between her family and her team though, it was such a relaxed environment and you really didn’t feel like this was some crazy out of this world event taking place even though it completely was. Even seeing her was the same kind of thing for me like when she first walked out I FREAKED out, but within the first minute of hearing her speak I somehow instantly became relaxed and just enjoyed myself. I think it really goes to show how human she is which like “no shit she’s human” but we honestly forget that most times.

I assume that whats *actually* going to happen is that we are going to see Dean grieving irreparably for 5 episodes, broken, inconsolable, empty, missing his everything, and then when Castiel reappears they will pat each other on the shoulders, fist bump, and say something like “Glad you’re back, bro,” and “me too, bro.”

But imagine what it *could* be:

–Castiel embraces Dean, like he always does, desperate, wrapping him up, hiding in his body.

–At first, Dean is just happy, just the same look he had when Castiel hugged him before he went to fight the Darkness.

–But Castiel doesn’t let go, and after a moment, Dean just… he *breaks*. The same way he did when he was wrapping Castiel’s body. His face breaks, and his body breaks, and he buries his head in Castiel’s neck.

–“Thought you were gone,” he says, so quietly. Castiel wouldn’t be able to hear him, if the sound wasn’t rumbling against his chest. “I thought…”

–“I will always come back to you, Dean. Always.”

–“But I thought…”

–“Always.” Like a growl. Castiel holds him tighter, more possessively.

–“Ok Cas. Ok.” But Dean still doesn’t let go.

–After that, Dean hovers around Castiel in the bunker. He doesn’t let Castiel out of his sight. He touches his elbow to help him up and down, when he sits in a chair or stands. He touches the small of his back when he goes in or out of a room. He sits on the arm or back of whatever chair Castiel sits on. Or on the floor, at his feet. He is always touching Cas, always. Some part of him, his hands, or his knees under the table, or his back against Castiel’s legs when he sits on the floor.

–All day, Dean is touching Cas. All day, Dean can’t stop watching him.

–Castiel understands. He lets him.

–Dean follows Castiel into his room, in the evening, when Castiel goes there.

–“But you don’t sleep,” Dean says, when they are inside and his hand is on Castiel’s waist and Castiel has closed the door behind them.

–Why has he never asked about this before? Almost a decade, and Castiel has never slept, and has never watched over him, after he asked him not to, and he never asked what Castiel does, in the night, before.

–Why has he never asked? Why? “What do you do, in the night?” Hand still on Castiel’s waist.

–Castiel looks at him. “I read. Or I listen to music. The tape that you made me…”

–Dean blushes

–“The tape that you made me. Or I rest, and release some of my grace, to power the wards of the bunker.”

–“You do that?”

–Castiel nods, solemnly. “Or I extend it to… check on you and Sam. To make sure you are ok. If you are having a nightmare, and I am… extended in that way, I stop it.”

–“That’s what you do, every night?”

–Castiel nods again. “Every night.”

–Dean looks at the floor. He shifts nervously on his feet. He knows what he wants, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it.

–Castiel understands. Dean has been touching him all day. Dean was afraid that he was gone, and that he wasn’t going to come back.

–“You can sleep here, tonight, if you want to.”

–Dean looks up at him quickly, almost startled, and his eyes are big and green and round and wet.

–“Ok, Cas,” he rumbles. His voice is like big gray stones rolling over each other.

–He doesn’t have his pajamas but he would have to let go of Cas to go get them. So he doesn’t. He toes off his shoes, his socks. He pulls off his jeans, and his flannel, while Castiel watches him, sincerely. Until he his just in his boxers and his tshirt.

–Castiel has not taken his eyes off him.

–Dean blushes, looks away. Rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

–“You too,” he says, looking at the ground, and then, still not looking Castiel in the eye, starts to tug at Castiel’s trenchcoat.

–Until Castiel understands, and shrugs it off. And his suitcoat, his tie. His overshirt, his pants.

–He stands there in front of Dean, in his white boxers and his white undershirt. His eyes are so deep where they look at Dean. So full of emotion. He reaches out and takes Dean’s hand. He raises it to his mouth. He presses a kiss to Dean’s knuckles.

–“Ok, Dean. Ok.”

–And when Dean hears his voice he crumbles, crumbles into Castiel’s embrace again, like he did in the morning. His face is wet. “Cas,” he says. “I thought you were…”

–“Shh, Dean. I know. I know, love.” And he lifts Dean, gently. Dean wraps his arms around Castiel’s neck, though Castiel only carries him a few feet. To the bed.

–He lays Dean down, so gently. He lays Dean down and climbs in after him.

–Dean turns so he can face Castiel’s chest. He buries his head there, again. “Cas. I thought you were….”

–“I know, Dean. I know. It’s OK. I’m here.” Castiel kisses the top of his head. “It’s OK. I’m here. I will always come back to you. Always.”

–“I thought… I had to dress your body, Cas. I had to…”

–“I know. I know, Dean. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

–Dean hiccups. “I thought… Don’t leave me again, Cas. Please. Not ever again.”

–“Never again, Dean. I promise.”

–Dean cries for a while longer, but Castiel holds him tight to his chest. He presses soft kisses into his hair. His thumb rubs circles into the small of Dean’s back.

–“I’m here. Dean. I’m here. I promise.” He keeps repeating it until Dean stops crying. He keeps repeating it until Dean falls asleep.

–Castiel doesn’t sleep. He holds Dean. He soothes him every time is face twitches in his sleep. He holds him and he kisses him softly, and he keeps him safe.

–And even after Dean is asleep, even when it is the full dark of the night and when it is beginning to flower with dawn, he repeats it, over and over. “I’m here, Dean. Never again. I promise.”

Me meeting Taylor:

What I wish to say: “Hi Taylor I love you much! Thank you for your songs!”

What will actually happen: “I can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face! YOU’RE GORGEOUS!”

@taylorswift

anonymous asked:

Thank you for that "fuck that noise fuck this idpol game no one should feel forced to play by its rule." I stopped mentioning I was chinese a long time ago on these posts. There's just so much racist bullcrap, me not being white won't erase that prejudice dumbshittery.

Yeah like it can feel tempting to play “into” it so you’ll feel like you’re “winning” at the game but what’s actually happening there? It certainly won’t persuade anyone anymore than deciding to opt out and all it does is reinforce those illegitimate and toxic rules. At a certain point you just kinda gotta say you aren’t gonna do the game they want you to

bosselimitchell  asked:

slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with Eli, Furia, Ang for Meryl and Colin please!

put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with

They both managed to agree on: 

  • fake dating Eli (smile to the cameras/audience but as soon as they’re out of sight they’re exchanging barbed words and possibly even punches) 
  • enemies to lovers with Ang (neither is on the best of terms with her, but they’d rather give another chance to her than Eli)
  • slow burn with Furia (which is what Meryl’s secretly hoping is what’s actually happening between them).

Jack: Reads theories, furiously takes notes - “Oh that sounds cool lol let’s just put that in a video with Anti and see what they do with it, we have no plot yet, Robin go!" 

 Mark: Reads fanfictions, fan theories, furiously disagrees "I can make this even better!” WRITES WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER AND LAUGHS LIKE A FUCKIN MANIAC “IM GONNA MAKE THEM CRY AH YES THIS IS-” SMACKS LIPS  

i’m so emo about dan talking about the laundry situation again like what the FUCK

the way he described it, he said he showed up at phil’s apartment super late with a suitcase, and when phil opened the door and saw him, one of the first things he said was “did you drop out? are you moving in?” it sounds to me like phil was fully prepared for dan to want to drop out at some point and want to move in with him- almost like they had this planned the whole time.

there is already the theory that dan chose manchester uni specifically because that’s where phil was, and this whole thing just reinforces that. what if he and phil had been discussing moving in together for longer than we think? they always make it seem as though they moved in together on a whim after dan dropped out for convenience reasons. but my theory is that before dan was even at uni, he told phil his fears about going to uni and not knowing what he wanted to do with his life and not being sure about even wanting to go to uni, so phil told him that if he went to manchester uni, he would be waiting there for him with a home if he ever changed his mind about university. 

you would think that when phil saw dan with the suitcase he would assume he was just staying the night, but he asked specifically if he was dropping out, and he was moving in. 

i know that dan could have misremembered the situation, or told it completely differently than what actually happened because it’s been so long, but it’s just so cute to think about them having this entire plan for their future together for longer than we think :(

Lmao I love how they immediately did the whole “oh no the whole we-get-in-a-fight-and-lose-contact-then-our-children-meet-in-college-and-get-married thing was a drug-addled fever dream” and then they’re like “here’s what ACTUALLY happened” and then Jack looks straight at the camera and goes “got it?”

That’s how you invalidate a decade-old finale in order to begin a reboot… with class.

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BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!


The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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