i dont mean to equate like. having a fucking skincare routine w good mental health but like i guess my Serious hc for sasuke would def involve him being gross n oily at some point but like thats for when hes feeling very depressed and he cant give a fuck about anything. first signs that hes feeling shitty again would be that + messy house. im like very invested in sasuke caring for his body which i guess is why i love sasuke being vain n having a skincare rountine and wearing clean clothes. also it just makes for good jokes like he makes face masks n puts them in the fridge n one day he finds naruto fucking eating them w a spoon
I mentioned earlier that we get so little from Dean’s childhood, but I want to take a moment to examine what we DO get, because most of it is incredibly disturbing and sad, imo:
First know that Dean as four years old when he saw his mother die, and that the trauma of that caused him to stop speaking for some time. We don’t know how much he saw or how long his silence lasted, but one can imagine. We know that John, very soon after her death, went searching for answers, taking the boys with him. We know that John started training Dean to shoot at age 6 (the age of a kindergartner/first grader), and that THIS is the most loving/bonding moment Dean remembers having with John in his young life. We know that Dean was also little when John taught him how to drive. And that he was eight years old or younger when John began taking him on out on hunts (again, that’s taking a 2nd grader into a battle).
We know that John also periodically left Dean to care for Sam (and himself) for days on end as early as age nine, maybe earlier. We know that he left them for weeks/ months at a time later on (how much later we aren’t sure) and that he often extended the time he was supposed to be gone. And we know that Dean was responsible for looking after Sam during this time, which not only included cooking, dressing, and otherwise caring for the younger child (as it would in real life), but also included Dean acting as Sam’s bodyguard from very real and vicious, physical threats.
We know that John took Dean’s duty VERY seriously. That he would remind Dean constantly to take care of Sam, and that it was his most important (and common) command.We know that John would punish Dean for Sam behaving out of line (such as running away), and though we never see John physically hurt Dean, we know he was not above using psychological punishments for long periods after a perceived failure on Dean’s part.
We know that John had a drinking problem, and would also periodically disappear on benders for days, possibly weeks at a time, only to stumble home drunk later on. We know that he was not great at communicating with his children when this happened (or in any instance for that reason), and they were often unsure of when (or if) he would return home. We know that Dean in turn had his first drink before age 10 (though we don’t know how he got it), and that John was buying him alcohol by age 16.
We know that money/food was often scarce for them (even with John there), meaning they often ate poorly. Dean learned to stretch what he could and make the best out of it, even when they were forced to eat the same thing over and over (like getting creative with his cooking of macaroni).
Cooking seemed to be a common occurrence for Dean, which he continues
into adulthood (and later we will see that Dean also cleans and irons
Sam’s clothing). During childhood they lived mostly in dirty motel rooms or out of their car, with only a duffle bag’s worth of belongings.
We know that Dean was taught to hustle by his father, and was doing it at a young age (only 14 or possibly younger) to make money for the family. We know that in addition to hustling, stealing was also something Dean occasionally did to survive.
We know that there was at least one time where Dean ran out of money,
and was abandoned for months after getting caught stealing food for Sam.
We know that John was not big on celebrating holidays or the boys birthdays.
Dean’s most cherished Christmas memories include stealing presents for Sam and receiving a single gift from Sam, that was originally meant for their father anyway, and John bringing home a reef made of beer cans one year (seriously, this is the memory he brings up to argue that their childhood wasn’t so bad?! Ouch). We also know that Dean is jealous of Adam for having gotten taken to a baseball game for his birthday.
We know that the boys moved constantly, never staying in one place for
longer than a few months at a time, and that Dean eventually dropped out
of highschool, choosing to get a GED instead. As far as we know, Dean never had any real friends during his childhood, and never had a serious relationship until Cassie (which still only a few months because John ordered Dean away).
We know that Dean was charged to keep the secret of Mary’s death, hunting and monsters from Sam, as well as from everyone else, making John the only person he could talk to about either, until age 12, when Sam read John’s journal and discovered the truth. Even afterward, Dean remained isolated from the outside world by this secret and it seemed that Mary was still not really talked about, save as a reason for them hunting. She remained a sore subject/ on-going trauma for Dean, who swore he would never return to his childhood home. We know that Dean often ended up supporting consoling and his father
emotionally, as well.
We know that Dean was incredibly compliant with his father’s wishes and would follow most any order given to him, even orders that were vague or indirect. That John was not in the habit of explaining things, even when the boys were old enough, and operated more like a drill sargent than anything else. While we are aware of Sam being allowed extracurricular activities in school, there is no such equivalent for Dean, save the 2 months he as abandoned at Sonny’s. We know that both Dean and Sam were trained in physical and other forms
of combat from a young age and that they sparred with each other.
As a child Dean was afraid to cease practicing, even just to throw around a ball with Bobby for an afternoon. (We know that Bobby knew them as children, but it is unclear how big or small of a presence he was in their lives). We know that John’s authoritarian rule chaffed on Sam after he hit puberty, leading to some big fights, for which Dean commonly played mediator/ peacekeeper.
As you can see, there IS a sort of picture forming here, and it’s not a pretty one. Dean’s childhood was fraught with trauma and loss, poverty, monsters, physical danger, neglect, and psychological abuse. He was isolated, over-burdened, and conditioned to serve others, often at his own expense. He was continually in danger of losing his own life (not to mention injury) and those he cared about, and discouraged from forming attachments outside of his family.
While we actually do have a lot of information, it’s been mainly given in bits and pieces, with many gaps left for us to fill in. It’d be nice if the show would do some more of that for us.
ok so here’s the reason I cried for 3 hours last night:
we ended up just hugging him for our Castiel photo op, he smelled really good (slightly sweet but also like clean clothes) and was really warm. i started crying pretty much right away (shocker) so I kind of turned my face into him a bit because I didn’t want to look like a tomato in the picture (i did anyways) so it turned out like this:
right afterwards, i said to misha what I’ve been wanting to say to him for ages: “thank you for saving my life” (by this point i was really sobbing) and he pulled me into another hug and grabbed my hand(his hand was really warm and slightly rough but also soft). he pulled away for a second, smiled at me, and said “you saved your own life” which of course made me cry harder because it means so much to me.
Chris was an angel and gently told me we had to redo the pic so Misha pulled me back in for another hug (i was really fucking crying at this point, there was definitely tear-spots on his coat afterwards) and this was the pic (even more tomato):
after, he pulled me in for one more hug and rubbed my back a bit because i was a fucking mess
tldr; misha is amazing and i walked away crying tears of happiness
long story short, i had a load or two of clean clothes on the floor ("clean" is debatable because the floor of course) for like a week, and apparently i haven't vacuumed in a while. earlier i was cleaning up all the clothes and ANTS. normally i'd spray them with windex or lysol or anything like that but my room is carpeted, and they're coming from under my bed it looks like. now i keep feeling like they're on me and my cleaning mood has died. help?
First, do a very thorough vacuuming and make sure you don’t have any food anywhere that they could be living off of. Coffee cups, a piece of pizza crust that got dropped, whatever. Make your room a food-free zone. Then, go to the store and buy some Terro traps. Not another brand. Terro. Put them where you think the ants are coming from as well as any other place they may be entering (windowsills, etc.). Every day, vacuum up some dead ants. About a week later, notice that you have no more ants.
Also, don’t keep your clean clothes on the floor. Wash, dry, put it away, goddammit. :)
Happy Halloween everyone! This is one of my favorite holiday’s and for you all I’ve written this little fic that takes places in a Modern AU I started with The Halloween Party and continued with Happy Second Anniversary.
Jamie waded through the crowd, craning his head around searching in the sea of ridiculous hats that blocked his view, looking for the curly brown hair swept up into a knot. Ah! He found her.
Alone at the bar, just as last year, Claire sat sipping on a glass of Colum’s Rhenish. Jamie smiled and shoved his way towards his girlfriend.
“There ye are Claire!” he yelled overtop the music. She jerked and sputtered, rhenish soaking the front of her gown and the bar in front of her. He pounded on her back, desperately trying to help, but she waved him off with a shake of her head.
“I’m fine,” she wheezed. “You startled me. Here!” She shoved the second flute of rhenish into Jamie’s hand.
“I’m so sorry, Sassenach. I didna mean–” He was silenced with a wave of her hand.
“I promise you, I’m fine.” She scowled down at the front of her dress. “But my dress won’t be. I’m glad you bought this and didn’t rent it. I’m afraid we’d never get a deposit back and would have to pay to have it cleaned.”
A pink stain marred the bright yellow and cream gown. “Och, dinna fash yerself over it, I’m sure we can get the wee stain out!” He snapped his fingers and the bartender quickly appeared. “Have ye any seltzer water?” The man nodded then pulled a bottle out from beneath the counter, and seeing the stain also handed over a clean cloth.
Jamie quickly began to blot at the pink blemish on her gown. Claire’s cheeks burned in a combination of embarrassment and lust as he blotted at her chest, removing the pink and leaving a faint wet patch on her front.
“There ye go, good as new!” He picked up her hand hand kissed the back of it.
“How did you know what to do?” she asked him in shock.
“Something my Mam taught me; said I was making a mess of my clothes and if I ken how to make the stain then I should ken how to take it out!” He chuckled and pulled her to her feet. “I think my Mam just wanted me to do some of the cleanin’. It wasn’t only my stains she had me remove but Jenny, Willie and Robbie’s as well. If there’s a stain, I know what to use to take it out!”
Claire smiled and placed a hand on his chest, just above his heart. “Good, then you can start doing the laundry!”
They both laughed until tears were falling down their cheeks in merriment. “Come, Sassenach, I have something for you to see.”
He pulled her out to the gardens where orange and purple twinkling bat lights lit the path to another less crowded tent of dancing people.
Jamie nodded to Ian who quickly changed the song to the one chosen over two months ago, and set a small red velvet box at the edge of his DJ stand. While Claire was looking in awe at the light show that coordinated with the music, Jamie grabbed the box with shaking hands and steeled himself for what he was about to do.
“Cl-” he cleared his throat. “Claire.”
She looked at him and his heart swelled. He knew he was doing the right thing and at the perfect moment. Taking her delicate right hand in his own, he kissed the ruby centered claddagh she wore with the heart tucked towards her, the mark of her being taken. Kneeling, he grabbed the left hand and looked into her eyes.
“Claire, I dinna have the words to express myself the way I want. A year ago today, we met at this very party and you changed my life for the better. I’d never known so much joy and love until I met you.” He kissed her hand and watched as tears fell down her cheeks, her right hand covering her mouth.
“I may no’ have much but myself and my love to give you, but if you’ll have me, I’d be the happiest sod this side of the Atlantic.” He hadn’t even asked and her head was nodding vigorously. “Will you marry me, my Sassenach?”
“Yes!” she sobbed, and threw her arms around his neck, crushing his lips to hers.
Jamie slipped a small black diamond engagement ring onto her finger. “I found the stone as a bairn and my father had it cleaned and faceted. He told me that when the right lass came along, I’d be glad to have it for a ring.” Kissing the ring he then placed her hand to his heart. “Do you like it, mo ghraidh?”
“Oh Jamie! It’s wonderful.”
“GIVE IT UP FOLKS FOR BEAUTY JUST SAID YES TO THE BEAST!” Ian’s voice boomed over the speakers in the garden.
Jamie and Claire laughed and didn’t even notice the roar of the crowd as they kissed.
character i’d like to see in a flower crown: Angie Martinelli. Daniel Sousa. Peggy Carter. Edwin Jarvis. (And non for Jack Thompson).
character i’d like to see have an emotional breakdown: Alright, but we actually sorta got some good emotional breakdowns. Howard, Peggy… This is how you do a show right, folks.
character i’d like to see get punched in the face: Jack Thompson. Oh… right.
character most likely to sing along to journey songs in the car: So, they don’t have journey. YET. But just imagine Angie in the car, all those years later, driving around with Peggy. And she just starts BELTING Don’t Stop Believing. And Peggy sorta sighs. And jumps right on in and joins her.
character who refuses to pull over and ask for directions on road trips: Jack Thompson, no question. (This could also apply to Howard Stark, but lbr Jarvis is driving and he would actually stop and ask).
character who always stubs their toes on the washing machine: Howard Stark. But it’s not a washing machine. It’s the washer 5000, a new machine that could destroy new york and also cleans clothes.
character who changes their starbucks order ten times: Again, no starbucks yet. But this one would go to Howard Stark. Most definitely.
character who shows up late for everything: Howard Stark shows up to the SSR halfway through their investigation/search like what up guys.
character who is the worst kisser: Jack Thompson and no one is even a little surprised.
character who takes 45 minutes showers: Angie Martinelli and no one is even a little surprised.
character who gets most bent out of shape over the pronunciation of gif: Howard Stark probably invented gifs? And oh boy does he have strong opinions on them.