Supernatural: 10 Things I Learned From Tonight’s Episode.
Season 12, Episode 12: “Stuck in the Middle (With You)”
1. Blatant Tarantino references are abound, and I love every second of it.
2. Dean is persistently uncool with anyone hitting on his man.
Check out them Rage Dimples.
3. Dean has a unique approach towards “teaching Cas to flirt.”
I.e. unabashedly flirting with him himself.
4. It’s been shown time and time again that keeping secrets on this show is never, ever a good idea, and it almost invariably leads to someone almost dying. And yet, everyone inexplicably continues to do so.
Evidently, it runs in the family.
5. Nevertheless, Mary canonically considers Cas to be part of her family, takes shit from no one, and it is beautiful.
6. Even after all these seasons, Supernatural still knows how to make my heart stop.
And hurt like a bastard.
7. Cas has now canonically told Dean he loves him.
Moreover, it was immediately followed up by “I love all of you,” implying that the first one was addressed specifically to Dean.
Also, the simple act of a male-presenting character saying “I love you” on this show is a tremendous step towards emotional health for everyone involved.
8. Dean unarguably loves Cas back.
Dean refusing to leave Cas behind (even at the possible cost of his own life) is all I’ve ever wanted from this show yet it makes me want to rip my lungs out every time I get it.
Also, look at his face. This is the face of a creature with zero sense of self worth realizing he means something to his family and friends. Just, fuck me up, SPN.
9. I was sure this ep would end in tragedy, but instead it ended with Dean tenderly escorting his recovering boyfriend home.
God bless you, Andrew Dabb.
10. Castiel, Angel of the Lord, is one of the most dynamic, three-dimensional, and genuinely altruistic characters I have ever seen, and every time I think about him and how far he’s come I get an ache in my chest because it’s so damn beautiful.
Nothing to add here, just my incoherent wailing.
Rating: 11/10. This episode is everything I hoped it would be, and more. Excluding an explicit confirmation of gayness (which would always be ideal), it was a perfect tribute to the enduring love between Cas, Dean, and his human family. Well done, SPN!
it’s about him at different points in the story and it’s like, totally legit
TRACKLIST: happy - pharrell williams/it’s tough to be a god - elton john/what are you doing in my swamp remix - cherriemycheerios22/why can’t we be friends - war/broccoli (ft. lil yachty) - d.r.a.m/world is mine - hatsune miku/count on me - bruno mars/friends never say goodbye - elton john/smile - nat king cole
can you recommend some of your favourite fanfics if you have any?
Oh my gosh of course! Let’s see. (Bear in mind this is purely off the top of my very sick noggin so I’m going to forget ones.) and I’m sorry I can’t link, I’m on mobile, rip.
So my fave fic of all time is RNTM. I didn’t choose it, it chose me. I also love a lot of the other classics, Pull Me Under, for example. Fading really affected me, stayed with me for weeks after I read it. (Please use some serious caution with that, okay?)
There’s Wild and Unruly, of course. A classic. Ummm…
Basically anything and everything written by @alienproof and @alivingfire. (My fave of Chelsie’s is I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me, my fave of Rachel’s is probably Anonymous Said, though I am currently in the middle of and DYING over the Angel and Demon fic.)
I don’t know… I’m kind of all over the place? Most of the time I just go to @nottooldforthisship’s blog and look at her recs. I have SO much on my to-read list it’s insane, like works from @lucystarkid, @phd-mama, etc. I still haven’t read Where Your Heart Is like I’ve been meaning too. I want to check out @cherrystreet’s work.
🙈🙈I’m sorry nonnie I’m really bad at this. We are so blessed in this fandom to have new content constantly barraging us and it’s all SO good, so really, it’s just point and click. Happy reading! ♥️
In my trainee ARMY days I consided JK to be a cute bunny but sometimes I'd look at him and be like "Wow! You're hot". He's a year older than me yet I default to thinking he's an adorable child so when I look at him I feel attacked. I'm like "Fine. You do you and build those muscles or whtvr. Imma check out TH's eyebrows, or JM's thighs, or NJ's dimples, or JH's smile, or YG's hands, or J's lips." Cuz it's almost his B-Day, he's all over my dash so I'm like "Well this is the best curse ever!"
Jungkook stopped being “omfg a fetus” the moment Dope dropped. Someone, some lucky someone, got that dick wet between INU and Dope and everything changed. We went from this:
And then it’s just gotten worse like this:
And I’m just not able to deny myself. I’m an adult. I know my likes. And the main like’s name is Jeon Jungkook. Bless.
Warnings: Sicking fluff that shouldn’t exist yet here it is.
A/N: WOW. This took me more time than I thought it would. It’s my first time writing something like this, so hope you like it as much as I did! Tell me what you think, maybe part 2?? Thanks to my big sis @teamfreewill-imagine for betaing and supporting me in this.
Important: No hate towards Gen. She’s an incredible person that radiates sunshine and I love her.
I head back down to the party after fixing my messy sex hair and grab the closest drink, immediately downing it. I find my brother and give him a drunken smile and he tips his head at me, obviously high. I shake my head and laugh as I head over towards him where he sits with he rest of his friends. Derek had eventually wandered down stairs with a pissed expression on his face.
“Hi boys.” I giggle as I sit in between Nate and Derek.
“Heyyyy lil mama, don’t you look fabulous tonight.” Nate says slurring the fabulous part.
“Thank you, but unfortunately I have heard that one too many times.” I say shooting a glance at Derek whose jaw was clenched.
“Is it bad to hear the your beautiful too many times?” Nate asks in a flirty way wrapping his arm around my shoulder, allowing me to place my head on his shoulder.
“No, but its probably not good for my ego.” I say smirking and looking up at Nate with innocent eyes, checking out his dimpled smile and low eyes.
He scoffs and takes another hit from is blunt, then passes it over me and to Derek who takes a long drag and holds it for as log as he can before exhaling the light smoke.
I think I really pissed him off this time.
“Im going to grab another drink.” I say standing up and walking towards the kitchen for what seems the 100th time tonight and pour myself some Hennessy.
“That wasn’t cool what you did upstairs.” Derek grumbles from behind me.
“It wasn’t cool of you to use girls like they are worthless, only just ‘sluts for sex’ or so I have heard you say before.” I say turning around and taking a sip. Not breaking eye contact.
“I don’t use girls, Y/N.” Derek says through gritted teeth.
“Oh really? Tell me about my best friend that you used and abused or the countless amount of girls I have seen on your arm. So Derek don’t lie to me because I’m not listening to any of it.” I sass flipping my hair and spinning on my heels and walking away with my head held high and his down low.
The rest of the party was WILD. The last thing I remember before blacking out completely was stuffing dollar bills down one of the boys pants.
It was around 3 p.m and I woke up to the sun shining through my window, blinding me momentarily.
“Good morning.” I hear a groggy voice say from beside me.
It scared me so bad that I fell out of the bed. Naked. Great. I shot up to look at the voice that it belonged to.
“Nate?!” I yell grabbing the covers to cover my body, but exposing him.
“What the hell.” He says grabbing a pillow covering his manhood.
“Did we?” I ask gesturing to me and him by shifting my finger back and forth.
“Well since we both up naked, you were shoving dollar bills down my pants as you were hammered.” He says smiling reminiscing last night.
I cover my face and walk around the room. “Shit.” I mumble.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asks looking around for his boxers.
“We slept together Nate!” I yell putting my clothes on becoming more frustrated.
“You what?” I new voice says from the door.
I snap my head around as I pull a pair of my sweats up to see Derek standing in my doorway.
“Derek…” I say covering my face as he scoffs and walks away.
I put on the rest of my clothes and follow him down the hallway.
He shakes hushed and turns around. “I use girls? Huh? Like you just used Nate?” He says walking closer to me.
“I didn’t use him.” I mumble.
“So you have feeling for him?” Derek asks looking at you with strict eyes.
“No.” I say dropping my head. I never thought of it like that and I guess I was too drunk to realize my mistake.
“Damit Y/N.” Derek yells throwing his fist against the wall beside me scaring me, so I flinch back.
“Why can’t you see I like you.” Derek says pacing back and forth between to the two small walls.
I stand there with a puzzled expression. “You like me?” I question looking up at him.
“Not anymore. You slept with my best friend.” He says brushing past me. He grabs his keys and walks out the door slamming it.
Lydia likes to think of herself as a strong woman. She knows
what she wants and she gets it. End of story.
She’s half way through her first year of college, and
everything actually seems to be going well. The pack is still functioning with
only minimal separation anxiety, there hasn’t been anything horrifying trying
to kill them in almost a year, and she’s truly enjoying her class work. There
is one problem.
The problem’s name is Jordan Fucking Parrish
She wants him okay. She’s wanted him since junior year of
high school when they were dealing with the deadpool. And she knows he wants her back. It’s obvious in
the way he looks at her, the way his touch lingers and his expression brightens
when she steps into the room. But for some god damn reason, he hasn’t made a
move yet. It’s like they’ve been circling each other for years now.
Usually when it comes to men, Lydia isn’t at all afraid to
be the one to initiate things. In fact, she generally prefers it. But there is
a small part of her that has been hoping to be wooed, specifically by Jordan.
Apparently he’s too shy to do anything about his very, very mutual crush. And
Lydia’s had enough.