Growing up in a small town in Kansas, Dean learned from a young age that there was only one rule that couldn’t be broken, one place he couldn’t go - through the forest, to the long-abandoned Angel’s Hollow. But when Sam disappears, Dean’s left with no choice but to follow his brother’s tracks through the dangers of the wood; little does he know that the most dangerous creature of all lurks not among the trees, but in the Hollow itself. Dean sets Sam free, at the cost of his own liberty - and, bound by magic, resigns himself to living out the rest of his days in the Hollow, at the mercy of the being within. The angel of Angel’s Hollow, however, has a story - is a prisoner, too, as much as Dean is. Only one thing can free them both - but it is impossible. For, after all: who could ever learn to love a beast?
Reminder: In the whole universe there is only one of you, and that’s awesome! Nothing can ever replace you! You are the only you that has ever existed! There is no one else like you! I just find that pretty amazing, and I hope you do too.
my take on the “lack of comments is killing fandom” and “lurkers are awesome too” things
its not the lurkers that are hurting fandom
its the assholes who go on witch hunts and crusades because someone made a comment (or fic, or art) they didn’t like
or showed any kind of support for “problematic” material/fandoms
they’re the ones silencing the fandoms
if you can’t comment and you can’t create for fear of harassment and bullying (including death threats and doxxing and suicide baiting and outing) then you aren’t gonna be doing much of anything in fandom at all
and fandom IS participation, without it it doesn’t exist
if anything the lurkers are part of the group of victims of this whole mess
because it turns out censoring a form of media kills that media
Okay, so I just saw a Tony and music headcanon which I absolutely and totally respect, because a classical music Tony is an awesome Tony that is a valid way of viewing the character. However, I also completely and totally disagree with it and didn’t want to highjack that post to disagree. Basically, fellow writer, you’re awesome and so is your headcanon which is totally valid and legit, but I’m gonna rift off it because I keep arguing with the post in my head.
Maria started Tony on the piano at a young age. Howard yelled and complained about how the kid could never keep still, so Maria taught him cords and basic piano warms ups. She told him if he couldn’t keep still, he could go over the piano fingering in his mind. He could even move his fingers if he needed to, going through the motions with his hands at his side as Howard ranted at him about how his latest robot was a failure, and keeping him still enough for photographers to take pictures of the engine while Howard put on his fake smile.
Tony would often hang in the doorway as his mother played and sang, hesitant to come in and interrupt her. Music was numbers and frequencies and all sorts of things that were fascinating to Tony, but he couldn’t quite manage to fit them together into a song.
It wasn’t until Maria came upon Tony struggling through “You’ll Never Walk Alone”from Carousel that she teaches him how to play music. Maria the brilliant scientist who loved show tunes could explain to a young Tony Stark how to make music from the notes.
From then on, Tony was a quick study. He would often play as Maria sat by his side and sang along, from My Fair Lady to Evita, he would play and sometimes hesitantly sing along. He fell in love with the quick wit of Cole Porter, often playing a quick bar or two and sing in a sarcastic tone when Howard railed on him for his failures. Maria was always more fond of Irving Berlin, and he’d play “Blue Skies” whenever she was tired or angry.
He always liked it when she played Rodgers and Hammerstein. Sometimes she’d play “Impossible” from Cinderella when Tony felt like he couldn’t meet Howard’s high standards. He was always mesmerized when she sang “Some Enchanted Evening” or “Something Good”.
He sometimes thought about running away and working on Broadway. He never had a way with lyrics, but he could compose a tune. Surely he could find a partner and they’d create loads of shows that would become world famous. But Howard would surely find him, so close to home, and the one time he tried to sneak off to the West End while visiting Aunt Peggy in London ended with her taking out a man who had been following Tony for nefarious purposes. She was kind about it, but she had to take him home.
Soon enough, he gave up on that dream and entered MIT, but he still couldn’t shake stealing away into one of the music shops and playing the occasional tune. Some of the others found out about it and bullied him until he stopped. But Rhodey could sometimes pull him away and ask him to play a song from The Wiz or some of the old Ella Fitzgerald jazz standards. He also started to branch out at this time, coming up with piano versions of rock songs that he would play to make Rhodey laugh.
“Try to Remember” was the last song he heard her play before she died, and was always one of his favorites. It was years before he could listen to the song again, much less play it. Rhodey was the one who sat with him when he finally managed it, softly singing along even though he was never much of a singer because Tony couldn’t quite manage the words.
Steve was shocked to hear old familiar songs coming from the Avengers common room one night when he couldn’t sleep. He walked in to see Tony at the piano, singing some of the old Cole Porter songs. Tony switched over to his own piano rendition of Highway to Hell as soon as he realized Steve was listening, but Steve had already found out. After that, he’d sometimes join Tony, sitting at the piano and listening to the old tunes.
It was during one of those times Tony admitted his mother had taught him, and he played “Try to Remember” for Steve. It wasn’t one he recognized, but it had a soothing melody that made him think of Bucky, who he was still trying to find. It was then Steve decided he could never tell Tony about what the Winter Soldier had done. `Tony was finally in a place where he could play the song as a fond memory, and learning the truth would only cause more pain.
After everything burned down, Steve only felt guilt when he heard the song or looked at a piano. There were a lot of things he would never do differently, but not telling Tony the truth was a mistake.
After everything burned down, Tony sat at the piano, but couldn’t play. He stared at the keys, but couldn’t will his hands to move. When Rhodey would ask him to play, Tony would smile and say he was fine.
He’s always fine.
Sometimes Peter would hear haunting melodies of songs he had never heard before when he visited Avengers Tower. He never found out where they came from, but he kind of liked listening to the old melancholy tunes before Tony finally showed up and gave him the latest upgrades for his suit.
heres to all the fat nonbinaries!!! this goes out to all trans people generally but because im nonbinary and don’t see a lot of posts about fat nonbinary trans ppl i dont want to forget us!
you aren’t a boy or a girl or anything or nothing based on your fat, and you aren’t NOT a boy or a girl or anything or nothing based on your fat! fat doesnt have anything to do with gender! if someone tells you that your fat makes you more or less of your gender, they’re wrong!
you can nonbinary with a fat tummy! with big arms! with or without boobs or a butt or a waist or thighs! you can be nonbinary with chubby cheeks and double chins! you can be nonbinary if your superfat too! you can be nonbinary with ANY body! you can be nonbinary at any size, height, or weight too!
you might feel dysphoria because of your body, even because of some of your fat. but i promise it isn’t the fat thats giving you dysphoria, it’s what people pretend that it means! its ok to transition while you’re fat! it’s ok for your transition to make you fat - in fact, it can be a great thing! it’s ok if your transition causes you to lose fat too (there might be a whole surgery about it :3), but please try not to lose fat on purpose, it’s not healthy. transitions should make you healthier by changing your body to what makes you feel euphoric as yourself! it’s tough, but try to recognise what makes you feel euphoric vs what makes you feel more “correct” by others’ standards - the former is what your transition should look like, not the latter!
whether you feel big, strong, weak, fluffy, soft, hard, heavy, chubby, big, or just plain fat, your gender is awesome and unique and your body is awesome too! it’s good how it is now and its good how it will be if you transition! any size, weight, or proportions are good!
and, if you’re ok with this concept, fat nonbinary people are sexy too! you can be sexy however you want! your gender is what it is no matter how you have sex or feel sexy or with whom your have sex. and your fatness makes you sexy, because it is your body and you are sexy! you are desirable because you are fat and because you are nonbinary! i promise.
and finally it’s alright if it’s hard to believe me. i know i often feel like my fatness invalidates my gender and makes me ugly and worthless. but it should be okay for us to love our bodies and our genders and our selves! i want to try.
-love, a fat nonbinary person (still figuring out labels) who wants to transition but doesnt know how, who’s loved passionately by another nonbinary person and who loves them passionately, and who wishes there was more love for all my fat transgender family out there!