but yeah if anyone's seen it

anonymous asked:

Papyrus is stronger physically as in more hp or as in he would punch someone?

Well, he wouldnt punch anyone XD but yeah, as in punching, lifting, etc. He’s a fit skeleton n_n have you seen those muscles?! D: so cool +・.゜。(´∀`)。゜.・+

anonymous asked:

like yeah ace ppl can be homophobic if they're not gay themselves but like... so can anyone who isn't gay? straight trans ppl can be homophobic, i've seen some non-gay queer folks be homophobic... so like. gay ppl can't keep saying aces are the only homophobic ones and ignoring the homophobia in other parts of the queer community :/ it's a lot of scapegoating bs tbh, like if someone sees ONE asexual say smth homophobic it's suddenly "asexuality itself is homophobic" like ???? -a tired gay allo

I have screenshot evidence that they have in fact said that the very existence of an asexuality spectrum is homophobic.

anonymous asked:

Hey Steph! I was just wondering wether anyone already mentioned this.. in TST Sherlock doesn't seem to know Margaret Thatcher (he does not even know what a PM is) but he had already seen pictures of her in THoB when he guessed that password correctly.. I guess he just deleted it afterwards but I still found this quite strange, adding to the long pile of strange things on s4 :D

Hey Nonny!

Yeah, there was some talk about why the heck Sherlock acts like he doesn’t know who Thatcher is, which confused a lot of us. In the context of the show, it doesn’t really make any sense since we know that he knows who Margaret Thatcher is (John even calls him out on it). My and others’ guess is that it is a deliberate “fuck you” from Gatiss (it is his episode) to Thatcherism. It’s supposed that Sherlock DOES know who Thatcher is, but he’s being a DELIBERATE SHIT to this family who clearly support Thatcher’s ideals while having a gay son who is too afraid to come out to them; Sherlock would have picked up on this, I think (Jenna did another great meta about the Welsboroughs here, so read that as well).

So essentially, it’s Sherlock being a dick on purpose.

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Murdoc walking in on 2-D's S/O bench pressing 2-D (why do I want this so badly?)

I’m sorry this is so short but oh my god? This is such a funny concept.

Afree the door opened a silence filled the room. You didn’t really know what to say, but obviously neither did anyone else. It hadn’t crossed your mind how weird it would would be if anyone had seen the two of you in this position until you saw Murdocs eyes glaring down, filled with confusion. You set Stuart down quickly and both of you scrambled up into a sitting position. You glanced over at him, his cheeks were burning red like Murdoc had walked in on you bumping noses.

“Well I knew you had to be wearing the pants in this situation but now I’d say 2D’d better watch his back if he ever pisses you off too, yeah?” Was all he said before leaving the room.

anonymous asked:

New list: worst dancer- Montgomery de la Cruz. Best dancer- Jeff atkins ( its actually Alex Standall but he will never let anyone know that he has moves or about his musical theatre past. He was the best Tony west side story ever seen)

YES! Yes, yes, yes. This is a list I can get behind.

And Monty would be so offended,
“Fuck off, Standall, I’m the greatest dancer ever”

And Jeff would literally be so happy? Like oh my gosh people think I can dance? Hell yeah!

4

Teresa:  That’s inspirational…you know?  Being able to make money doing what you love.  I paint, but I don’t make anything from it…although I’d like too.  For now…social media pays the bills.

Jamison:  Haven’t you seen people that set up portable art galleries and put their work up for sale?

Teresa:  Yeah, but I’m not sure anyone would want to buy my work yet.

Jamison:  You never know until you try!  A while back, I never would have thought that anyone would pay me to play guitar, but here I am.  

Teresa:  Good point!  It’ll be hard for me to find the time though.  I also babysit part-time. 

Jamison:  I’m sure you can do anything you put your mind to!

If no one will give me Allura/Lance bestie content, I will make it myself smh. So here’s some headcanons! :)

-Lance flirting with Allura in a joking, friendship sort of way with Allura either rolling her eyes while smiling or jokingly flirting back

-They would totally go shopping together, they’re shopping buddies

-“Okay, I love this dress but it’s really expensive.”
“Allura, babe, treat yo self.”

-They share beauty tips and fashion advice with each other. Allura is always in awe of Lance’s weird beauty tricks because they actually work like where did you find this Lance????

-Sleepovers! I 👏 demand 👏 cute 👏 sleepovers 👏

-Lance can’t get enough of Allura’s hair and will play with it for hours, trying out new hairstyles

-“Ohmygawd, there he is, Allura. What do I do???? What do I do???”
“Hey, my friend thinks your ass is hella fine!”

-They’re each other’s wingman.

-Lance to Shiro: Nice outfit. Bet it would look great on Allura’s bedroom floor.
Allura to Keith: Do you mind giving Lance your heart? His heart got stolen by a certain red paladin.

-Hunk joins them in their hijinks because 1. They’re his friends and he loves them 2. They need some sane friend to make sure they don’t blow their money on everything they see.

-Team You Can’t Sit With Us

-Their selfies with each other are either them being Gorgeous™ or with the dumbest expression you’ve ever seen, there is no in between

-Lance being overdramatic about something and Allura petting his head going, “There. There.”

-Lance: I’m going to jump! Everyone: Lance no! Allura: *videotaping* Do a flip!

-No but Allura really does care for Lance’s wellbeing and will fight anyone who insults him that isn’t part of the team.

-Allura: Lance is such an idiot. Someone: Yeah, he’s so stupid. Can he do anything, right? Allura: eXCUSE ME I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW HE THE MOST CARING PERSON I KNOW AND IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY FISTS.

-Allura/Lance friendship guys

youtube

I don’t watch Survivor, but this moment just hit me in the gut.

You know the show. It’s tribal council. The losing team is deciding who to vote out. Jeff Varner, a gay man, knows he’s on the chopping block but tries to turn it around by saying fellow players Zeke and Ozzie have a secret alliance. “There is deception…on levels we don’t understand.”

Then (it’s at 1:55 in the video if you’re impatient), he turns to Zeke and asks, 

“Why haven’t you told anyone you’re transgender?”

Yeah, you read that right. Zeke just got outed on national television. 

The reaction itself speaks volumes, as it shows what I think is a powerful microcosm of society in 2017. 

Yes, it’s 14 minutes, but it’s the most powerful 14 minutes I’ve seen on tv this year.

Watch and reblog if you support the trans community. 

Batfam as things my coworkers have said
  • Bruce, overheard on the phone as he's leaving WE: Wait, your brother is at work? (...) Oh thank god, that means I can sleep when I get home.
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  • Dick, giving Duke a tour of the Batcave: I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. Everyone's really nice here. Except for Jason.
  • Jason, from across the cave: That's messed up!
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  • Stephanie: *sees Cass's hand is bandaged up* Oh my god, are you okay?
  • Cass: Yeah, I just stabbed myself. It's fine.
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  • Tim: What, you think that because you're bootylicious, you can do whatever you want?
  • Jason, nodding: Yeah, pretty much.
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  • Damian: Alfred knows everything, he just pretends that he doesn't.
  • Alfred: Well, somebody needs to know something around here.
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  • Stephanie, inspecting Tim's under-eye circles: You need some makeup, fam. That shit is unsettling.
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  • Dick, to Roy: I hereby name you an official member of the family!
  • Jason: It's a trap, dude. You don't wanna be part of this family.
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  • Tim: Has anyone seen my coffee?
  • All: No.
  • Tim: Looks like it sucks to be Steph today. *picks up Stephanie's coffee and walks away*
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  • Duke: You've gotta be crazy to work here.
  • Jason: You don't HAVE to be crazy. We can always train you.
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  • WE Employee: *walks into Bruce's office to hear a loud alarm coming from his computer while Bruce fills out paperwork, seemingly unperturbed*
  • WE Employee: How can you just sit there and listen to that?
  • Bruce: Do you have any idea how many kids I have?

i remember the first time i saw a trailer for Split in the movie theaters. i was with family and the theater was full and i’d been mildly enjoying the trailers and perked up a bit when the tell-tale ominous music of a horror movie trailer started, because i love good thrillers.

except then it was frame after frame after frame of a person with dissociative identity disorder being portrayed as everyone’s boogey man, the shrieks of the little girl protagonists as he appeared wearing different clothes and a different voice, people in the theater jumping and giggling every time they showed the man doing something horrific. and i felt frozen in my seat.

my sister leaned over to me when it was finished and said “i want to see that” with a look on her face like it was the greatest trailer she’d ever seen.

like it wasn’t a punch to my gut everytime i heard someone whisper “psycho” or “crazy” and other terrible things. like in that moment i didn’t feel like running away from all these people, like i didn’t feel unsafe and filthy. because these people getting their thrills from a demonizing potrayal of a mental illness.

and the thing is, it matters.

because if i bring it up people will say “oh but it’s not really mental illness, like depression or something. he was just fucking crazy which is totally scary haha”. yeah well, not haha. not haha because DID is a real mental illness but that’s not what it looks like. people with DID aren’t murderers or dangerous. but now, because movies like Split are all people have seen of illnesses like DID, that’s their frame of reference.

the media does it with DID, with schizophrenia, with every single personality disorder, with bipolar, with everything else that is “scary”. raising awareness for depression and anxiety is important, they’re valid and serious illnesses. but hardly anyone tries to protect people with “scary” disorders. this halloween when costumes of the main character crop up, people will giggle and buy it because it’s so creepy and cool.

i’m reminded that, although i don’t have DID, much of my mental illness is defined by symptoms that are used in other horror movies. that people who have “scary” disorders are the entertainment in everyone else’s world. and for people who do have DID, that movie is absolutely devastating.

so if you buy a ticket to see Split, please know that’s it’s not harmless entertainment or a good thrill. it’s fucking ableism and you’re being ableist if you go see it.

(please reblog, neurotypical or not)

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 5)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 961

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this part written out! Hope you guys enjoy the update, though :)

Originally posted by espressobuns

“Sam…I thought we’re going to this concert as a group. Why do I need a date for this?” you whined through the speakerphone as you searched through your closet for an outfit. “Sure, Wanda and Pietro have their plus ones and all, but I’m perfectly fine going alone and you’re going alone too, aren’t you?” you remarked, hoping that convinced your friend to let you be.

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Promises || 02

Originally posted by notjhope

You learn more about the promises you made and the man you promised them to.

Series: 01 | 02

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Arranged Marriage!au

Word Count: 6.1k

A/n: Sections in italics are flashes from the past.


            Traitor of a Brother [4:39 am]: Jungkook, why isn’t Y/n picking up the phone? Can you tell her to call me please?

            Traitor of a Brother [4: 53 am]: Where the fuck did you take her? Why isn’t she in the cabin?

                        *Thirteen missed calls

            Traitor of a Brother [5:07 am] : It was bad enough for u to get into this mess, but now mix my wife into it as well? Is this some kind of petty revenge?

                        * Two missed calls

            Traitor of a Brother [5:13 am]: I swear to fucking god Jungkook if u fucking get her involved in any of ur shit I will strangle u myself

            Jungkook smirked down at his phone as you slept soundly in the seat beside him, your hands clutching the blanket around you even as the heater blew hot air into your face, relishing in all the warmth you could get. His eyes roamed the delicate features of your face as a familiar feeling filled his chest, one that was present every time he looked at you.

            He quickly texted a reply before turning off his phone and throwing it to Hoseok in the front seat, choosing to forget about Taehyung for the time being, more than a little happy that Taehyung had already caught on to what was happening.  

            Jungkook [5:15 am]: It’s a little too late for that, hyung.


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akechi’s not that wealthy. he lives on his own, all of the foster families he’s been in has been neglectful/not cared for him that much, so it’s not unthinkable that akechi’s only source of income is super limited support from his foster family and his detective work. i think his financial situation is actually really similar to yusuke’s, especially if he survives (as i am 100% certain he will resign from working with the police).

Let's Play Minecraft – Episode 248 – Sky Factory Part 2
  • gavin: ooh, guys, get this - get this shit, guess who was in my house this weekend
  • michael: who? ryan?
  • gavin: ryan. haywood. in my house
  • michael: -not talking to you
  • ryan: no, i talked to him
  • gavin: yeah, we talked
  • ryan: there was a conversation, we exchanged pleasantries
  • gavin: yeah, i gave him a weird look, cause why are you- why- it's weird, and then it was fine
  • ryan: yeah

ive never seen a post like this be made for anyone but cis girls w excess testosterone so:
to all trans women who arent hairless, white & scrawny; your hair isnt disgusting or mannish. a lot of us are born with thick, course hair that grows on every part of our body.
yeah, some cis girls struggle with this too, but its very rare for one of them to have as intense and thick hair growth as we do.
for trans girls who cant shave because its overstimming, cant afford shaving materials, have hair that grows too fast to control, who cant afford laser, who cant access hormones, etc etc, your hair does not make you any less of a woman.
as a trans woman with dark thick body hair all over my body, it took me a very long time to accept my hair. a lot of trans women’s dysphoria is far too strong for them to not shave, which is fine, but for me i simply accepted that my hair is not managable and i enjoy presenting with body and facial hair while still being a woman.
this does not make you a faker, or a autogynephile, or a man. your hair is your body and has nothing to do with how you identify. it doesnt make you slobbish, unhygienic, mannish, or unkempt. people who misgender you for something as irrelevant as body hair are irrelevant.
i hate asking things like this but if people could spread this post i would appreciate it; a post like this would have really helped me earlier in my transition.

The Future/(is now)

I can’t believe this is something I saw with my own two eyeballs, because apparently all that’s happened so far wasn’t coincidence, or carelessness - apparently Dabb watched Season 8 and made a deliberate bet with someone - he’d make it gayer, or else. And so here it is, (almost) out of the subtext (Sorry, Dean and You can’t just go dark like that. We didn’t know what happened to you. We were worried. That’s not okay and I needed to come back here with a win for you and We’re just better together and I’d like that and THE TAAAAAAAPE). Honest to God, I think I read twenty versions of that fight yesterday as people scrambled to write pre-codas out of nerves and excitement, and they were all magnificent and yet, somehow, less shippy and less obvious and less romantic than what actually happened on the show, wtf? And Dean sulking in his room, Cas knocking at his door, hesitating, coming in? 

I swear to God - when Dean called him back, when he started telling Cas all those things - for a second, I actually believed he would yank on Cas’ tie and kiss him, because that’s always, always what happens in that scenario. Or, you know, Dean gets overwhelmed by his own feelings, by how much he’s just showed his hand here, and walks away. That’s also textbook fanfiction, and yeah, so it’s fluff instead of angst, but, come on - this is Supernatural - did anyone doubt it’d be angsty? Let’s just hope in a happy ending, because that Kelly voiceover (I love you. But we won’t ever be together. There is no happy ending for either of us.) gave me the creeps.

And what about the mind control, someone might argue. Mind control, schmind control. That’s like, the number one Prove that you love me forever and ever trope, and even if we’ve seen it before (if simply because Destiel has been built with every single love trope in the book, and, in this case, they used it over and over and over again), we’ve never seen its final form. During the crypt scene, Cas deflected instead of admitting the obvious (let’s be generous: maybe he didn’t know himself), and in the Bunker, Dean just barely managed not to kill Cas, and had to walk away before the Mark overpowered him, so no, that was not a good time either. So this thing we’ve been promised for a while - this My love for you is stronger than time or tide or evil curse - is yet to come, and with the way things are going, I’m feeling pretty optimistic.

Also: however Dean will read this when he wakes up, Cas is choosing love, and he’s choosing free will. He went to Heaven hoping they’d have a way out of this mess so that Sam and Dean would be safe, he stole the Colt so they couldn’t face Dagon and be hurt (which is text, by the way, not subtext), he went against orders because he felt that was the right thing to do (a human feeling, because angels are created for a mission), he stayed away from Sam and Dean to protect them - all of that is unangelic behaviour, and man, Dean and Cas are going to get into so many fights, aren’t they, because Cas learned how to love from Dean, and that means he’s got that same kind of stubborn, maternal, overbearing way to love Dean has, which means lots of I didn’t tell you because I love you and I walked away because I love you and I booped you to sleep because I love you and I really hope Sam’s going to stay out of the way, because there will be a lot of storming through corridors and huffing and outrage and Can you believe that bastard and it will be absolutely glorious.

As for the rest of it - though, to be perfectly honest, I barely noticed a ‘rest of it’ because my eyeballs were glued to the unbelievable Gay Feelfest unfolding in front of me - I’m really happy with it. I’m happy we’re finally talking Big Things again - Could either of you kill an innocent, do our parents determine our destiny, is there such a thing as innate character, and so on - and I’m happy with the insight we were given both in Kelly’s and in Dagon’s minds, and why they do what they do. I loved every scene Cas and Kelly had together, that kind of, We’re not heroes, and we may be worthless, but we’re what’s left vibe, and Cas’ smile when the baby was kicking, and I like where they’re going, how they’ll try to get this pregnancy to term. Sure, this baby’s got a lot against him - he’s Lucifer’s kid (although, we still don’t know who and what Lucifer was before he was forced to carry the Mark), and one of his temper tantrums could possibly destroy the Earth, but, then again, so could a lot of other things - he’s not special (to quote a famous tumblr post). And if we’re going with free will and self-determination of our own destiny, then we should have the courage not to nitpick: everyone should be able to decide for themselves, and this baby is no exception. 

(I mean, think about it. He’s clearly able to give anyone extraordinary powers - he gave Cas enough ammo to take down a bloody Prince of Hell - so he could have chosen anyone as his protector. He could have picked Dagon, he could have stuck with Kelly, he could have chosen any lesser demon or angel or random doctor they’ve been in contact with over the last few weeks - and yet he chose Cas, and Cas - as we’ve known for a while - is the curiosity, the abomination, the miracle: the angel who can love. No, I want to believe we’re headed towards good things here - narratively or otherwise.)

Final point: again, I know it’s not ideal to carry around a nuclear warhead in your belly, but the beginning of this episode gave me heavy The Handmaiden’s flashbacks (superb show, by the way, go watch it), so the fact they’re giving Kelly some kind of choice - that’s uplifting. Because yeah, maybe she’s slightly brainwashed, but this isn’t like any kind of brainwash I’ve ever seen on the show, because both Kelly and Cas are also lucid, completely themselves. They resemble most closely what Dean was like when he lost his memories, and I think now I’m going to go and cry forever at the implications. But hey, at least Cas’ got his own room at the Bunker and Yes, dumbass - we