I think one of the best feelings in the world is when someone remembers something you said. Whether it was something from yesterday, a week ago, a month ago. It’s just like, “Wow, you actually listen to me.”
I featured Studio Ghibli’s Only Yesterday a few weeks ago for its lovingly detailed depiction of safflower cultivation and processing. But the movie also fills the rest of its shots with weedy plants scattered around the farm. I’m very fond of weeds and Only Yesterday gives them a nostalgic sheen that feels doting even for a Ghibli film. They are so often unappreciated, but they bring change and vitality to human spaces and they’re deployed wonderfully to that end in these shots.
reminder to self: my father’s attempts at kindness neither undo the harm he has inflicted in both the recent and distant past nor do they mean that I should be more willing to subject myself to further harm in the future
I've wanted to say this for a while but I was too busy being salty on my blog since yesterday hdjahfjka a couple weeks ago I sent you an ask saying how you'd have to believe Mofftiss'd have to be literal demons from hell to go with Adl0ck or sth like that and I just wanted to apologize again and say how uh.. stupid and naive I feel for defending them and harassing you. But more importantly, you're still hilarious and have made me laugh in this surreal situation and I'm very grateful for it <3
it’s okay!! i defended them for the longest time we all made that mistake, i just realised two weeks earlier aslfkjsdlkfjsfkljs thank you! please don’t feel stupid and naive, they made you feel like this and it’s not your fault.
in bed watching some movie, you hadn’t really paid attention when you picked
it. You simply wanted the background noise, which that was about a week ago.
You had run out of ice cream yesterday and had decided to go get a new one only
to have that stupid guy spill it all over your dad’s kitchen floor. You covered
up and buried yourself under the blankets, letting the sound of your movie try
to lull you to sleep.
that didn’t happen, a knock startled you about 10 minutes later; causing you to
roll over, facing away from the door. “Go away” you mumbled into your pillow.
“Uh…. Y/N?” a deep voice called out. You looked back at the door. “What do you
want?” you said sitting up in bed. Your door slowly opened until the man your
father had called Dean poked his head in. “May I come in?” he asked quietly.
“Gonna hold me at gun point again?” you asked before rolling over and covering
I bought you something” he spoke with little confidence when he noticed you
didn’t flinch. “I had to go to 4 different places to find it” he chuckled. You
sighed pulling the blankets tighter around you. “I wanted to apologize for that
mess downstairs, you scared me when you came in the door and I shouldn’t have
pulled my gun like that, I’m sorry” you heard something land on the nightstand
beside your bed and a clank followed. You looked over your shoulder to see him
walking toward the door and then your eyes landed on the ice cream sitting on
your nightstand. “You bought me a new carton of ice cream?” you asked sitting
up. Dean turned and stared at you, noting just how beautiful you were, no
matter if your makeup was smeared and your hair was dirty, he smiled sheepishly
and nodded. “Yeah, I felt bad for spilling yours so I went out and bought you a
new one” he said shoving his hands in his pockets. You bit your lip as tears
welled up in your eyes.
god, I bought the wrong kind didn’t I?” he said coming over to you and rubbing
your back. “No, that’s my favorite” you put your face in your hands as the
tears came down. “Gabe never would have done that for me!” you cried out before
falling back into your pillow and crying again. Dean sat on your bed and rubbed
your arm a little. “I’m guessing Gabe was your boyfriend and he broke up with
you?” he asked quietly. You nodded and sniffled sitting up again “he cheated on
me…with my own best friend…. how stupid could I be?” you cried more into your
palms until two strong warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a
warm, solid chest. “Hey, you’re not stupid. He’s the stupid one. Look at you,
your beautiful. Why would someone throw out a diamond for a pebble?” he said as
you buried your face deeper into his chest. “He doesn’t deserve your tears; you
want to get back at him?” Dean whispered into your hair. You nodded a little
turning your face to wipe your eyes.
you whispered quietly. Dean smiled some “Don’t let him know how much he hurt
you, just hold your head high and wear a smile. Seeing you happy without him
will make him feel like shit” he said softly. “How do you know this stuff?” you
asked looking up at him. Dean smiled “Because there was a time when I wasn’t
such a nice guy” he said quietly. You nodded and sat up, Dean still kept an arm
around you. “I have an idea, why don’t we lay here and watch movies, you eat
your ice cream and we’ll forget oh what’s his name” he said smiling.
smiled at him and shrugged “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea…. I should probably
shower first though….” Dean chuckled as you crawled out of bed and grabbed
clean clothes and went into the bathroom. He pulled out a selection of movies
he figured you would like and went downstairs grabbing some snack foods. “What
are you doing?” Bobby asked coming into the kitchen. “I’m having a movie day
with Y/N…. I got her to stop crying, and she’s going to try and forget about
Gabe” he said shrugging. Bobby narrowed his eyes. “Don’t. Try. Anything. Or Ill
cut your balls off boy” Deans eyes widened and he turned walking back to your
were snuggled under the blankets, your hair up in a towel and a clean shirt on
with new sweatpants. Dean turned down the lights, walked over kicking his shoes
off and snuggled down into the blankets. You both laughed at the Princess
Diaries and you eventually found yourself tucked under Deans arm, sound asleep
with your head on his chest and his arms around you while he dozed off leaning
his cheek against your head. Bobby stood in your doorway and stared at the two
know watching them is a little creepy” Sam said as he headed toward the living
room. “Shut up. She’s my daughter” Bobby said. Sam looked at him. “But Bobby….
she’s not the same 15-year-old you saved from a wendigo either…. she can make
her own choices….” Bobby sighed watching you bury your face into Deans neck. “I
just don’t need another spilled pint of ice cream in my kitchen”
(A/N: So Sorry this took so long to get out! I hope everyone loves it that asked for it!! :) )