because god commanded it

According to one of the books the reason chekov became chief of security in the movies is because he was rejected from command school for being too immature but he still wanted to be in charge of people so he went to security school instead

Katie’s Graduation Present

Katie’s Graduation Present | Phil Lester has missed the majority of his daughter’s high school years because he’s spent the last four years in the military. When Dan finds out he’s going to miss her graduation, too, he throws a fit, and doesn’t even say “I love you,” before hanging up on him. So who’s the military guy in blue at the bottom of the bleachers? | Phan | Teen and Up | Reunion fic, light angst, happy ending, Parent phan | 1,849 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I may have spent a good portion of the morning watching military reunion videos and I cried so hard I wrote a fic with my tears.

(Ao3)

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rfa-gifs-deactivated20170709  asked:

can i request rfa helping MC out of a really tight dress but then transitions into xtra spicy jalapeño rough sex? ;o; omg i feel kinda shy requesting nsfw -runs away into the abyss- PleAse dOnt FinD mY tUmblR mOm

GUESS WHO IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER ;D someone out there but not me I’m trying to get back into the groove of things lmao :,) sorry y'all I’m a bit rusty 😩

Jumin:

  • He notice you were taking a long time in the bathroom but he was hesitant of checking up on you because he wanted to start learning to give you space. He finished taking of his suit and he was laughing to himself because you always made fun of him for taking forever to dress. He was getting ready for bed and he just left himself with his briefs on waiting to cuddle with you :3
  • NNnuuuUUGHH JUMIN HELP ME I CAN’T BREATHE” holy mother of god.. He was scared because he thought you were dying D: he didn’t even open the door he just kicked it down worried what was happening to you. When he saw you in the middle of the bathroom hallway *best believe this man bathroom is like a fucking house* he just chuckled because the zipper was out of your reach. He enjoyed seeing your struggle but you gave him those adorable puppy dog eyes with your beautiful (e/c) that he finally made his way towards you. He gripped your shoulder firmly giving you a sense of security that he was going to help you in this predicament
  • You moved your hair out of the way and he gently tugged the zipper making it glide towards the floor… he notice you didn’t wear any underwear. He was feeling the blood quickly go towards his cock making it want to plunge himself inside of you. “Babe.. um.. Why.. aren’t you wearing underwear?” You had a tint of pink forming across your cheeks nervous of the truth you were going to tell him “ I was um uh hoping we could fuck at the grand opening party but… i notice you weren’t in the mood so.. Yeah” You closed your eyes afraid of his answer but you felt his fingertips slowly tracing your spine… making his way to your ass giving them a good squeeze. You felt his body heat spreading around you. You leaned back onto his chest and he leaned towards your ear “ My dirty dirty girl–slaps your ass– Im going to make it up to you. Bend over over” It was your instinct to follow his commands because god you love it. He got his cock  and smacked it on your ass and you already felt your clit become sensitive. Shit this man had too much power over you. He was teasing your pussy by rubbing his cock against your folds and you decide to wiggle your body trying to get my friction “Fuck baby, my princess is needy” He slammed himself in you giving you deep and fast strokes. You kept yelling harder and harder till he picked you upped and took you to the shower. He turned on the shower head and placed it on your clit and continued fucking you. You were fucking gone. You were dead, done, bye, anti bonjour
  • Yall fucked for a good hour and yall knocked out on the bathroom floor.


Zen: *shout out to pandora for playing grind on me c:*

  • You saw this to die for dress but it only had a size *one size smaller than your normal size* and you were like fuck it i’ll just suck in. You bought the dress and forced your way into it because you wanted to look good as Zen’s girlfriend. It was a bit of pressure always having paparazzi, and crazy fans but you didn’t care you loved him but there was always this voice in your head that you must look beyond presentable at all times.
  • You legit slowly waddle your way to the theater sit waiting for one of his musicals to start. You decided not to sit in the front because you didn’t want to ruin the dress because you felt like your body was going to burst out of it any minute and just imagine the zipper hitting zen and ugh.. Just no.. When the musical was over you notice Zen kept looking at crowd for you and you decide to go backstage quickly to his dressing room waiting for him. The short walk was hell you felt like you were gonna die. He notice you seemed stiff??? So he ran to you and picked you up and kissed you “My queen how did i do my darling! And why didn’t i see you in the spot i always reserved for you?” you just kissed him deeply to shut him up. He finally took you to the dressing room and he was trying to unzip your dress but he couldn’t find the zipper. He put you down and you knew the fucking zipper just exploded somewhere and now you are stuck and you were gonna cry till this fucking sex god ripped your dress and your panties, unhooked your bra, pinned you against the wall, spread your legs and put one finger inside your pussy. “Baby look at me please–fingers faster– I love your shape and I’m in love with you now promise me you wouldn’t hurt your body but sucking yourself into that dress baby because 1) i care for you and 2) *brings your body closer to him and picks on your legs up to give better access* your ass looked so perfect baby that so many men were looking at you and i don’t like that baby want to know why?” You were in fucking heaven. His bulge was grinding against you and you were thrusting yourself on it giving yourself more pleasure “because you are fucking mine and right now i’m a bit thirsty” He picked you up even further and your back was against the wall and your legs were on his shoulders and he was licking your pussy as if it was an oasis. You had nowhere to hold onto but  the fucking air so you just grabbed his hair and made his tongue go deeper into you.

Jaehee:

  • “ (y/n) do you need help with that my life?” Jaehee slowly made her way towards you and brushed your hair out of the way lovingly. You always loved how Jaehee always had so much passion with everything she does. From the way she walks to the way she sleeps. When she sleeps, she has this scrunched look in her eyes as if she was doing reports in her dreams. You just wished… she was a bit more rough when it comes to you to being intimate. You were lost in your thoughts when you realized you were already naked in front of Jaehee and well she has always seen you naked but this time she was more in awe. You looked like a complete goddess to her and she had to show the world that you were hers. She grabbed your hand and led you to the bed. She kissed your forehead and you grabbed her hair and guided her face towards your lips. The kiss was full of hunger and Jaehee was already feeling her sex become wet. She wasn’t use to the roughness of the kiss but she wanted to give you what you craved. She grabbed your tit and massaged it gently and gently brought her mouth closer to ear and bite it gently. Your senses were going crazy because holy fuck she is doing it and well you couldn’t take the agonizing pain anymore.
  • You lowered yourself on the bed and you saw the expression on her face changed dramatically.

  • She was trying to figure out what you were planning to do and you just guided her hips upwards and you kept going lower. You saw your love turn redder than a tomato and she was realizing you were insisting on her riding your face. 2 mins later she came lmao

Yoosung:

  • This poor bean was grateful you went to an event his coffee club was holding. It was rather an important event because some near by coffee shops were considering sponsoring the club so they can go on a trip to italy to learn more about the coffee culture over there. You knew he was going to be nervous, so you went with him c:
  • The event was suppose to last 3 hours but since many sponsors came it lasted about 6 hours and you guys were exhausted. He really felt bad because he knew you were tired but you were pulling through for him. When it was finally over, he told you to go back home but you refused, instead you helped him clean up the mess and he just wanted to show you love D: when you two got home, you went to the bed and you were too tired to move. Yoosung took of your heels and massaged your feet in silence. He thought you were asleep but you were just enjoying the damn massage. You stood up a bit so yoosung can take of your dress, which he did…. With many conflicting thoughts.. He then offered you a back massage and when he went to go get the lotion you were already but naked waiting for him. He just chuckled and gently massaged your back. Your pleasured moans that were being caused by his hands made him have a little problem. He was getting turned on knowing you were feeling good because of him.
  • Yoosung started to work on your lower back and your moans were getting louder. You were wondering why he doesn’t become a massage therapist but then you wanted his hands to yourself. You were trying to see how far yoosung can handle so you kept telling him to go lower and lower till he reached your ass. He even massaged your ass and you were hoping for a happy ending till you felt his slender fingers playing with your clit. You were breathing heavily until he stuck a finger inside your pussy and you gave a small sudden shriek. He just smirked and added another finger. He released his fingers from within you and motioned you to lay on your back. While you were positioning yourself, you felt his thumbs put a bit a pressure on your hips and suddenly you were jerked towards him and while you were recollecting your thoughts, you felt his teeth gently pull your pussy lip. You saw lust in his eyes and your juice was running down his lips gently, “let me take care of you and only you tonight (y/n), because you been a good girl for daddy”
  • You. Were. Fucking. Shook.

Saeyoung:

  • you dragged him shopping with you and he usually loved it because he can find outfits to dress in but this time you only stayed at one store ._. And the store only had your size and not his but he was trying to make the best of it :D So he helped you pick out dresses to wear and he was happy seeing your eyes light up
  • You were took about 8 mins trying on each dress but you were taking a bit longer and he got worried and he snucked in the dressing room whispering your name in a high pitch voice till he heard you say here. You unlocked the door and he noticed you were struggling to take off the tight red dressed he love on you. He went in and locked the door behind him and unzipped you. He notice the marks from the last good fucking yall had disappearing. Unconsciously, he was tracing the bite marks and hickeys with his fingertips reminiscing about you two fucking like animals. You were staring at his face from the mirror and you were getting the same flashbacks “ fuck me saeyoung” he turned you around and kissed you deeply. Your tongues were dancing in perfect rythm while your hands unbuckled his belt and pants. You needed him in you. Not some lovey dovey type of shit. You needed that hard core sex, the type of fuck that makes you feel like you two are animals. He gently pushed himself in you and he let out a small roar.
  • You thanked god for birth control while he was biting your shoulders and sucking your neck. He was hitting the good spot and you two forgot you were in public till you heard secuirty coming in. LMAO
Why are graven images forbidden by the Torah?“ I once heard Abraham Joshua Heschel ask. Why is the Torah so concerned with idolatry? You might think that it is because God has no image, and any image of God is therefore a distortion. But Heschel read the commandment differently. "No,” he said, “it is precisely because God has an image that idols are forbidden. You are the image of God. But the only medium in which you can shape that image is that of your entire life. To take anything less than a full, living, breathing human being and try to create God’s image out of it - that diminishes the divine and is considered idolatry.” You can’t make God’s image; you can only be God’s image.
—  Rabbi Arthur Green
slow fall home

A story of Cas and Dean and meeting in barns. (Also my very belated 12x23 coda).


Castiel stands outside a barn.

If asked, he could recite the exact latitude and longitude of where he stands. He could break every sigil etched on the walls inside. He could snap his fingers and watch the building fall down before him.

 He does none of that. He simply begins to walk.

 His landing wasn’t perfect; his vessel still feels… off. The barn door slams inward without his giving much thought to it, the lights crackle and burst around him without his notice. He’s only looking at the man at the end, the one with the raised gun in his hands and the raised handprint on his shoulder, hidden just beneath his t-shirt.

 Dean Winchester shoots him in the chest, and Castiel feels nothing.

 Dean Winchester stabs him through his vessel’s heart, and he simply pulls away the blade, dropping it on the ground.

 “Who are you?” Dean asks, and Castiel detects the note of fear there. He doesn’t care if this man is afraid. He answers with his name. Dean asks what he is, and he tells the truth, because what else is there to say? Isn’t it obvious?

 “I’m an angel of the Lord.”

 “Get the hell out of here,” Dean says. “There’s no such thing.”

 He’s put off somewhat by Dean’s disbelief, by his combative nature. This is a man rescued from the Pit on the orders of Heaven. He should be filled with faith, brimming to overflowing with gratitude to God above and the angel before him.

Castiel begins to think the “Yeah, thanks for that” which preceded the stabbing was not sincere.

But he doesn’t need a heartfelt thank you. He doesn’t need Dean to look at him in awe, though he wants it enough to show off his wings. What Castiel does need is for this man to listen to him, to accept that he has a purpose. A purpose from Heaven, a destiny to fulfill. He’s a soldier in the war to come.

Dean asks, “Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?” and Castiel begins to think they’re making progress.

“Good things do happen, Dean.” That too should be obvious. The man stands before Castiel whole and alive, when mere days before he was flayed and torn, rotted to the core, black smoke starting to froth at the edges of his soul, bloody blade in hand, the product of four decades in hell.

“Not in my experience,” Dean says, with a clear edge to his voice that Castiel recognizes. He’s been briefed on this characteristic of Dean Winchester, the self-hatred that lives deep within his bones, not born there, but nurtured by a difficult childhood, thriving under the heavy hand of his father and the heavy weight of a hunter’s life.

He believes he’s expendable.

Dean doesn’t think he deserves to be saved, and Castiel doesn’t bother to tell him that he’s not really here to save him. He’s here to move Dean from the flames of Hell to the battlefield on Earth, to facilitate Dean’s transition to warrior of the Lord.

This is a mission. Dean is a mission. If he’s turning out to be more difficult than Castiel thought, well, he’ll discover some way to persuade him to be more amenable. Bring up Dean’s father, maybe. Threaten to throw him back into the Pit, possibly. It doesn’t matter what the tactic is, so long as complete compliance is achieved eventually.

“Why’d you do it?” Dean asks again.

“Because God commanded it,” Castiel responds. “Because we have work for you.”

Then he flies. He’ll come back to Dean when he needs him.  

///

Cas stands inside a barn.

When asked if he’s good, he says, “I guess so.” He can recall the burning acid in his stomach, the fear as his body’s organs turned to rot, the choking sensation of bile pouring out of his mouth. He can still see the terror in the Winchesters’ faces; the self-hatred, the belief of responsibility in Dean’s.

He tries not to think of that. Dean says, “Let’s go home,” and so he begins to walk.  

The healing came suddenly, but his body still feels… off. Dean pushes the barn door outward, and Cas slowly walks through it. Dean’s looking at him, a certain sadness in his eyes mingling with relief, and Cas doesn’t know what to say. He resists the urge to touch Dean’s shoulder. He’s not dying anymore.

He told Dean he loved him, in front of everyone, and Dean looked away.

Funny how love feels akin to a stab through the heart, just the way every cliché human love song claims.

“Are you —” Dean starts to ask him something, and Cas hears the lingering fear in his voice. Sam and Mary walk around them to the Impala and Cas waits in silence for Dean to finish his question, but the other man just sighs. Cas imagines the question to be something along the lines of can you drive yourself home?

“My grace is fine,” Cas says. He smiles weakly. “I’m still an angel. I’m all right.”

“Like hell,” Dean says, suddenly combative. “Don’t give me that crap. You almost died.”

Cas startles at the vehemence of this statement, the anger in Dean’s eyes. He’s never quite sure what to say to Dean, the right words to string together to avoid his ire. Cas is all right. He’s still standing, still useful.

Cas begins to think that perhaps Dean didn’t want Cas to confess his love while dying, to add another weight to Dean’s chest.

But he doesn’t need love in return, he tells himself. Cas doesn’t need Dean to tell him sweet things, to drive him home. It’s enough that he cares, enough that he asked Cas back to the bunker. Maybe he’ll allow Cas to stay for a few days, until his body stops trembling in ways he can’t seem to control, until he’s back on his feet. Back to being useful for the battles to come.

Dean says, “Cas. C’mon, man, talk to me,” and Cas wonders what Dean wants him to say.

“I can drive myself back, Dean, it’s fine.” Dean looks at him oddly, almost like he’s hurt. “Look, I’m whole. No more goo.” He tries to smile again, and Dean still refuses to smile back. “I’m healed.”

“Whatever, man,” Dean says, with a clear edge to his voice that Castiel recognizes. He still doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. He worried Dean, he knows, but he’s healed now. He can still be of use. He doesn’t need to be coddled like the child he never was.

He’s not useless.

Dean turns to walk back to the Impala, and Cas doesn’t bother to call out “You’re welcome to ride with me,” though he wants to. Cas’s mission is to watch over the Winchesters. He doesn’t want Dean to have to worry, to think he needs to be the one to watch over Cas. Cas is a warrior. He’s used to battle wounds.  

But this, watching Dean walk away, this feels like a particularly deep wound, a wound not caused by any lance. It’s turning out to be more difficult than Cas thought, to not expect Dean to say something. To not have it acknowledged that yes, Cas may love all of the Winchesters, but that first admission belonged to Dean and Dean alone.  

As he reaches his car, Dean turns and asks, “Are you following us back?”

“I don’t know,” Cas responds, feeling lost and adrift. “I… I have some work I need to do, looking for Kelly. You can call me the next time you have a case.”

Dean’s jaw clenches. He gets in the car, and the Winchesters drive away. Cas stands outside the barn, wondering when he’ll be needed again.

///

Cas wakes in a barn.

He doesn’t know where he is. He sees the sigils on the walls, but they swim before his eyes. He waves a hand in front of his face, shocked to see his fingers intact and whole, flesh not yet withered off the bone.

He tries to sit up. He can’t. If he wanted to walk out of this place, he’s not sure he could.

His body shakes, his vision tilts. Cas feels so… off. He hears a door slamming, and he tries to turn his head. The lights in this barn blur together, but he can see a man moving toward him. Cas lies still on the floor and wonders if he should feel afraid.

Then the face of Dean Winchester forms out of the blurred lights, kneeling next to him, and Cas starts to cry, though he doesn’t quite understand why.

Dean reaches out to hold his face, breathlessly saying, “Cas, oh thank god,” and Cas leans into the touch, his heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re alive,” Dean says, voice wavering, and Cas can hear the relief. He’s not sure what happened, why they’re here, and Dean asks him a question that only rings in his ears. He tries to speak, but his mouth feels dry and his words clog up his throat.

“I’m —“ he manages, thinking that alive sits on the tip of that sentence. He remembers Lucifer, remembers the blade sticking out of his chest, now.

“The hell spawn gave us a spell,” Dean says, still sounding choked. “He said it would bring you back, and I… God, I begged and begged him for it. It took so long, I didn’t think you would ever…”

He’s shocked to see Dean crying now as well, his usual smirking countenance replaced by a torrent of tears. Cas should be trying to comfort him, but his lungs are swelling as they take in air, trying to breathe past the tightness in his chest, choked by this display of grief finally ended. His heart overflows with love for the man before him.

Cas feels like he’s beginning to see the real Dean, the Dean who would walk up to Lucifer’s son, the most powerful being on the planet, and ask for Cas’s life.

And he needs to touch Dean. He reaches out to run his hand through his friend’s hair, and Dean looks at him, smiling faintly through tears. Cas needs to know everything, what he’s missed, what the spell was that brought him back, but right now his only purpose is to make Dean Winchester smile again.

Dean asks with a shaky voice, “Do you recognize where we are?” and Cas moves his head stiffly, looking around. “He — Jack, he said you’d come back to the start.”

He smiles. It’s so obvious, now. “Good things do happen, Dean,” he recalls aloud as he takes in the barn’s gray walls, covered in wards, lights still busted out. Dean smiles, too, just barely, but it’s a beautiful sight, pure and perfect.

“I guess sometimes they do,” Dean says, something in his voice that Cas recognizes, a love that Dean may never be able to put words to, but Cas understands it now. Dean is more difficult to read than most, but he loves deeply, to his bones, and he only tries to bring back those he desperately needs in his life.

He’s not expendable. Not to Dean.  

Cas spent all this time not sure he deserved to be saved, and Dean saved him anyway. He runs his hand through Dean’s hair, and Dean leans in toward him, sighing quietly when their lips touch softly, reverently, completing a transition from antagonists to allies to friends to… now. And something more. Something new.

This is a mission. Dean is a mission. He turned out to mean everything to Cas — difficult, obstinate, frustrating, but also caring, courageous and extraordinary beyond words. Cas will discover how to love this man properly with the new life he’s been given. They’ll find a way to work past their hindrances. They’ll find a way to live together. It doesn’t matter how, just that Cas is sure in this moment he’s never wanted anything more than he wants Dean.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Dean says when he pulls away, hands still cradling Cas’s face. “I mean it this time, Cas.”

“I won’t,” Cas says softly. “Because you commanded it.”

And they’re there when they need each other.


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imagine clarke and lexa living long enough to see peace for their people and then imagine them feeling comfortable and safe enough to go public with their relationship

and like,,,,the minute they do thousands of grounds have the same revelation: oooh, so the only reason we became allies with skaikru was so heda could get in the pants of clarke griffin - the commander of death herself

Sandor IMAGINE...

((The request says it all. This involves INCEST WHICH I DO NOT CONDONE IN REAL LIFE. This is, however, fiction AND got/asoiaf s…..yeah…haha))

((I HOPE YOU LIKE IT))

Word Count: 2,101

Warning: Smut

“Sandy please!” the sound of your sweet voice filling the small room that had been given to Sandor when he took on the position as protector to the crowned Prince was enough to make your brother groan and roll onto his side. He cracked open one eye and attempted to glare at you where you sat on your knees beside his bed. “Thank you,” you giggled when you noticed he was awake.

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Pt. 3

(this post is a distraction from passing out from pain so ugh :P)

1x12 -

DEAN
You know what I’ve got faith in? Reality. Knowing what’s really going on.
SAM
How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?
DEAN
Exactly. We see them, we know they’re real.

4x01 -

CASTIEL
I’m an Angel of the Lord.
DEAN
Get the hell out of here. There’s no such thing.
CASTIEL
This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

1x12 -

SAM
But if you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there, too?
DEAN
Because I’ve seen what evil does to good people.

4x01 -

DEAN
Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?
CASTIEL
Good things do happen, Dean.
DEAN
Not in my experience.

1x12 -

YOUNG WOMAN
(Overhearing) Maybe God works in mysterious ways.
DEAN
(Checking her out and smiling) Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject.

4x02 -

CASTIEL
The Lord works…
DEAN
If you say “mysterious ways,” so help me, I will kick your ass.

(1x12 -
DEAN
(Looking after her) Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways.)

1x12 -

ROY
Dean. (nods to himself) I want-I want you to come up here with me.
DEAN
(shaking his head) No, it’s ok.
[…]
DEAN
(Hestiating again) Well, yeah, but ahh…(The crowd claps and makes encouraging noises.)… maybe you should just pick someone else.
ROY
Oh, no. I didn’t pick you, Dean, the Lord did.

4x02 -

DEAN
I mean, I’ve saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I’m just a regular guy.
SAM
Apparently, you’re a regular guy that’s important to the man upstairs.
DEAN
Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don’t like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by… God.

1x12 -

DEAN
Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I’m not exactly a believer.
ROY
(smiling) You will be, son. You will be.

4x18 -

DEAN
Well, I feel stupid doing this. But… I am fresh out of options. So please. I need some help. I’m praying, okay? Come on. Please.
CASTIEL
Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean.

(& if that one isn’t good enough for you, 5x14, Dean @ the sky AFTER leaving Cas downstairs -

DEAN
Please…I can’t…I need some help. Please?)

1x12 -

DEAN
Can I ask you one last question?
ROY
Of course you can.
DEAN
Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?

4x02 -

SAM
Okay, look. I know you’re not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof.
DEAN
Proof? 
SAM
Yes.
DEAN
Proof that there’s a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I’m sorry, but I’m not buying it.
SAM
Why not?
DEAN
Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?

1x12 -

ROY
Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest.
DEAN
What did you see in my heart?
ROY
A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn’t finished.

4x01 -

DEAN
Why’d you do it?
CASTIEL
Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

1x12 -

DEAN
I’m sorry.
LAYLA
It’s okay.
MRS. ROURKE
No. It isn’t. (To DEAN.) Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?

[…]

LAYLA
I wish you luck. I really do.
DEAN
(Voice cracking) Same to you.
Layla turns to walk away again.
DEAN
(under his breath) You deserve it a lot more than me.

[…]

DEAN
You know if Roy woulda picked Layla instead of me she’d be here right now. And if she’s not healed tonight she’s gunna die in a coupla months.

4x01 -

CASTIEL
What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved?

The most important thing a person can do is to respect God and obey His commands, because He knows about everything people do even the secret things. He knows about all the good and all the bad, and He will judge people for everything they do.
—  Ecclesiastes 12:13-14

anonymous asked:

Hiya! real talk: for me the biggest mystery about destiel is how the antis keep saying it is not a real thing on the show but it's still one of the biggest ships to ever exist? I don't mind at all when others don't ship my ship but to say it isn't there? do you have an explanation why the ship became so big and so many fans individually shipped it, why would they if there is nothing there at all??

Hey! :) 

‘Why did this thing become such a huge thing, when the anti people keep claiming that it’s not even a thing at all on the show?’

Or the everlasting question: Is Destiel even a thing, or is a large part of the fandom just making the thing up? Which is a good question, but the answer is fairly simple when you look at the bigger picture. :p

Did one person at the beginning of the fandom just go “ah yes, Dean and Castiel, that is the future, you all should ship them, and it shall be one of the most talked about ships on the internet, because I’m starting the hype”. And then we all just followed like blind sheep and made it happen. 

Yeah, no. That’s not quite how it works, because it’s not going to grow that big (or last that long) when there isn’t actual material to back it up. 

How did it get so big? If it isn’t there? Or is it there? Story time! I’m actually going to quote myself here because typing the same thing twice makes no sense, and is quite frankly exhausting. 

From your ask I assume that you watch Supernatural, but let’s say you have a friend who doesn’t watch it. Said friend doesn’t know what the show is about, and doesn’t know anything about any of the characters in it.

Now you tell aforementioned friend about the show as it ACTUALLY is, only altering one little detail. So you tell them:

‘There’s this TV show that I like. In this show there is this young man named Dean, who makes a deal with a demon to save his little brother’s life, and ends up in hell because of it. Eventually, Dean gets rescued by the angel Cassandra. The reason Cassandra raised Dean from perdition is because God commanded it, seeing as the angels on this show don’t have any emotions whatsoever, don’t feel like humans do, and are merely programmed to follow the orders of the Heavenly host.

But the moment Dean and Cassandra first meet, all of this suddenly changes. Cassandra soon starts to feel, and starts caring about Dean. Caring turns into caring deeply, and ends in Cassandra turning her back on Heaven, rebelling, and even killing some of her own brothers and sisters in the process, then telling Dean that she did all of it for him.

Dean, who never had faith in God, or Heaven, or angels, still doesn’t have faith in any of that, but he now does have faith in this one angel, Cassandra. He trusts Cassandra, he prays to Cassandra (even though praying is begging in Dean’s book, and he hates that), and as the show moves on Cassandra grows away from Heaven, and closer to Dean.

Cassandra and Dean are separated on several occasions, and the odds are always against them, but even when Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory try to keep them apart, they always find their way back to each other. They both make bad decisions, mistakes, and there are cases of betrayal, but in the end they always forgive and forget, because they simply can’t stay away from one another.

Several times, Cassandra has died. Whenever Dean thinks he’s lost her, Dean gets depressed, has endless nightmares about losing her, even hallucinates seeing her, and turns to alcohol in order to keep going on with his life. They’re pretty much miserable without each other, as it shows on the actual show.
The bond they have is strong enough to break through any kind of mind control.

Every single one of their friends/enemies know that Cassandra and Dean are each other’s weakness, and use it against them at times. Long story short: Cassandra is willing to give up everything, even her wings, only for Dean, and we’ve reached a point in the show where Dean is in a position where he has to trust Cassandra with his life, and he easily does so.

As a side note: It’s not uncommon for Dean to tell Cassandra that he needs her to be with him, and it’s not uncommon for Cassandra to watch Dean sleep.’

Interesting, isn’t it? Do you hear what it sounds like when you summarize the actual story of Dean and Castiel as it is, even without changing anything or deliberately making it sound more romantic?

Now you go ahead and ask your friend what kind of story this is, and what kind of relationship they think that Dean and Cassandra have. I can guarantee you that there is a 90% chance that your friend will tell you: “DOH, they’re in love with each other, it’s a story about star crossed lovers, and that angel is so whipped.”

Then tell your friend that you lied. Tell them that you changed one tiny aspect, even though the rest of what you told them is true to what happened on the show. Tell them that the angel is a male named Castiel, not a female named Cassandra.

That’s the only thing you changed. And depending on your friend, there are different kinds of reactions you could get to this one, but the fact remains; It is what it is.

And that is all there is to it. 

Originally, this was a reply that I gave to someone who asked about queerbaiting and what it is, and how it works. I told them; one of the biggest red flags is when a story between two characters of the same gender, would be seen as unequivocally romantic to most of the audience if one of the two were to be replaced with someone of the opposite gender. When you actually write it out, it’s easy to see whether or not this applies to your ship.

Sadly, that is the case with Destiel. It’s one of the most obvious cases ever when it comes to this… you think it is a love story, because it is one. And that is what people are looking for when watching a show; love stories or relationships that are original and interesting. This applies to Destiel to such a degree that even straight people (who aren’t necessarily looking for representation) picked up on it because it so blatantly is a love story, and people in general enjoy those.

And because Destiel clearly fits the profile, everyone who isn’t necessarily blinded by their heteronormativity goggles (or by irrational hate), will at least see that something (a lot) is there. 

That is why the ship attracts so many fans. That’s why it has been the most reblogged ship for years in a row, why it has tons of fanfiction, fanart, and a giant fanbase.

Of course it helps that he actors have great chemistry, and even won an award for that. Can’t sell a story when the actors don’t back it up, after all. 

But long story short; you are watching a forbidden love story, about two fictional characters that fell in love even though their writers probably didn’t want them to. 

And this is why it is a thing, a big thing. The writers and showrunners are the ones who decide which stories they want to tell, but in the end, the fans will decide which stories matter most to them and thus will live on for years and years after a show ends. The fact that so many of them picked this story, says it all.

Even if it never goes canon, it doesn’t get more canon than this, because aside from a missing kiss, their journey easily rivals every love story every told. And that’s what made it big.

anonymous asked:

I'm comparing what you are saying to Protestant teachings because i'm finding this interesting. Protestants believe that believing in Mary is a form of idolization because Christ is the true savior, and God commands us in the Bible not to pray to anyone except God. Considering Catholicism precedes Protestant beliefs, I wonder how such a drastically different opinion got started. I also know I was basically taught to be scared of the idea of worshipping or praying to Mary. It was considered sin.

Okay so I had written out half of this and then mobile deleted it, so let’s try this again. And I’m frustrated at mobile so this is doing to be a tl;dr version, I apologize but you can message me if you want me to elaborate.

It boils down to, Adam was created perfect and from him came Eve, because Adam was perfect, Eve was perfect. So, to make a perfect person, from where they come must be perfect, half of Jesus was God, so that is perfect, however we have original sin on ourselves and yada yada so how can we create the perfect person? Ah, well, God lives outside time, so, He can save her before Christ died, making her perfect since conception. So, we get the new Eve and the new Adam, and rather than Eve coming from Adam, Adam comes from Eve, competing the covenant that God made with Abraham.

This is where modern language kicks in. Modernly, we think of prayer as only praise, which is untrue. Prayer means: a solemn request for help or expression of thanks addressed to God or an object of worship. [Emphasis mine]

So, what is “worship”? Because I want to define this specifically so there is no gray area:  the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity.

We, as Catholics, do not believe that Mary is a deity, therefore, it isn’t worship. You can express reverence for a political leader, or a grandparent or even parent. But, if you do not believe they are a deity, it is not worship. (Believe, as in, in your heart you love them/respect them more than God or another deity)

Since most of the time we are asking Mary (or the saints) for help [solemn request] it would fall under prayer. If that request comes true, we generally will thank God and that saint for the help. But, since we do not worship the saints or Mary, it is not going against what God has taught. This, in another language, would probably not make sense, since English is the one that is weird like this.

Another “definition” of prayer would be ‘conversation,’ so you are having a conversation with those that have passed on, and are in heaven. Again, we reserve praise for God, in the mass. And a lot of what we ask the saints of, is to pray for us, the same as we would ask our brothers and sisters here on earth to pray for us.

I guess this didn’t turn into a short version, oh well. If you have more questions, hit me up! I love helping curious people!

The most important thing a person can do is to respect God and obey his commands, because he knows about everything people do, even the secret things. He knows about all the good and all the bad, and he will judge people for everything they do.
—  Ecclesiastes 12:13-14

Acts 17:22-31 (HCSB)
Then Paul stood in the middle of the Areopagus and said: “Men of Athens! I see that you are extremely religious in every respect. For as I was passing through and observing the objects of your worship, I even found an altar on which was inscribed:

TO AN UNKNOWN GOD.

Therefore, what you worship in ignorance, this I proclaim to you. The God who made the world and everything in it—He is Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in shrines made by hands. Neither is He served by human hands, as though He needed anything, since He Himself gives everyone life and breath and all things. From one man He has made every nationality to live over the whole earth and has determined their appointed times and the boundaries of where they live. He did this so they might seek God, and perhaps they might reach out and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us. For in Him we live and move and exist, as even some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are also His offspring.’ Being God’s offspring then, we shouldn’t think that the divine nature is like gold or silver or stone, an image fashioned by human art and imagination.

“Therefore, having overlooked the times of ignorance, God now commands all people everywhere to repent, because He has set a day when He is going to judge the world in righteousness by the Man He has appointed. He has provided proof of this to everyone by raising Him from the dead.”

The Lord hates these seven things:
   eyes that show pride,
   tongues that tell lies,
   hands that kill innocent people,
   hearts that plan evil things to do,
   feet that run to do evil,
   witnesses in court who tell lies,
   and anyone who causes family members to fight.

The root of all these sins is not obeying the command of God to love our neighbors. Because when you love someone, you’ll consider them above yourself, you’ll seek to do them good, and you’ll treat them with respect and understanding. All hatred will be banished if we will just filled ourselves with God’s love.

When We Bless Others, God Takes Care of Our Needs

Most Christians want to bless others through their gifts and resources. But more than a desire, God commands us to be a blessing to others because we have been blessed.

As you look for ways to bless others, keep in mind the four laws of God’s blessing:

1. Our blessings should flow to others.

The Bible teaches us that we are blessed not just so that we can feel good, not just so we can be happy and comfortable, but also so that we will bless others. God told Abraham in Genesis 12:2, “I will bless you … and you will be a blessing” (NIV). This is the first law of blessing: It must flow outwardly.

2. When we bless others, God takes care of our needs.

God promises that if we will concentrate on blessing others, he’ll take care of our needs. There’s almost nothing that God won’t do for the person who really wants to help other people. In fact, God guarantees this blessing. In Luke 18:29-30, Jesus says, “I assure you that everyone who has given up house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the Kingdom of God, will be repaid many times over in this life, and will have eternal life in the world to come” (NLT).

When you care about helping other people, God assumes responsibility for your problems. And that’s a real blessing, for he’s much better at handling your difficulties than you are.

3. Our blessings to others will come back on us.

The more you bless other people and the more you help others, the more God blesses your life. Luke 6:38 tells us, “Give away your life; you’ll find life given back, but not merely given back — given back with bonus and blessing” (MSG). You cannot out-give God. The more you try to bless other people in the world around you, the more God says, “I’m going to pour blessings out on you. We’ll play a little game here. Let’s see who will win. Let’s see who can give the most. The more you bless others, the more I’m going to bless you in return.”

4. The more God blesses us, the more he expects us to help others.

Jesus said it this way in Luke 12:48: “Much is required from the person to whom much is given; much more is required from the person to whom much more is given” (GNT).


by Rick Warren