The way pop culture suggests an aversion to Courtney Love’s drug-addled mythology while espousing Cobain’s martyrdom, the way some communities shit on Lana Del Rey’s “aesthetic sadness” while simultaneously espousing emo bands fronted by men– it’s not to say that any of these genres, digressions, or affinities necessarily deserve respect, but there is a schism and a definite, unfair gender binary that favors troubled men over troubled women–and their right to be troubled. Men who grapple with issues that coincide with art and fame are canonized in death; women who do the same are made lesser, somehow, by their own unequivocal loss.
Ignore the Mistletoe by @ruined-by-destiel (fluff): This was sweet, I loved the teasing by Kim, Briana, and Misha, and then the end was so cute! I’ve been having some Jared feels, and this was perfect.
Beka x Sam: Love You Always by @impala-dreamer (angst): I was so ready to cry for days and days, but the twist… I don’t want to give much away, but this was great!
I don’t buy lottery tickets. I can do math, and I know the only thing you’re purchasing is the right to scrape false hopes off a card with a nickel. You fool yourself into believing that the universe is on your side, that even though everything else is going down in flames, help will come like magic. Spending time with Blake is dangerous. It’s irresponsible. And I know that the more time I spend with him, the more I’ll want to believe in the impossible. But this time, the irresponsible choice has a hell of a lot of dollar signs attached to it.
hello friends! I’m attempting to write fic, so please read dean and cas being stupid idiots in this blind!dean slash coffee shop au. obviously there will be more, but this is a little snippet. also if you haven’t already, my good friend courtney draws the fucking best blind!dean comics so go look at those. and without further ado, pls read on—
“So… did you want to go out sometime?”
Castiel looked up, shocked. Had Dean Winchester just asked him out? Was that even a possibility? The beautiful man who everyone loved. Blind, yet he charmed his way out of any, and everything. Castiel wished Dean could see the way he made people laugh. The way almost everyone brightened in his presence. He was gorgeous. Castiel wished that Dean could see the beauty himself. Castiel wished that he could show him.
“Um..” Castiel paused. He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down to his eyebrow. The curse of both the summer heat and a potential date. “Yes.. I think that would be lovely.” He wiped his eyebrow. It didn’t help.