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Memory Lane

Part III

Part I | Part II

Asce’s first physio session does not go well.

He doesn’t get as far as he’d been expecting, and his temper gets the best of him.

He’d always felt it, sizzling away under his skin, but he hadn’t realised how explosive it was until he’d managed to wheel himself away in his chair (because his fucking body can’t weight bare enough for walking yet, he’s got to build up to it and that’s bullshit) with tears of frustration clumping his eyelashes together.

He’d left Riskua there and he feels like shit for it, even more so when he discovers she’s fallen asleep by his empty bedside waiting for him to get back.

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“The Flower of Joy”, p. 1-9 of 19. p.10-end here
SasuSaku doujin from 2013 by @yomi-gaeru, based on a Japanese fanfic that appears to be no longer available.
Translated by me with permission.

This translation is dedicated to @thelittlechook. :3

another effect of infantilizing trans men is that you’re (probably 100% unintentionally) pushing them into feeling forced into performing toxic masculinity so they don’t appear weak, so they aren’t compared to children or puppies, so they’re not just ‘soft cute sweet adorable pure bundles of fluff’

it pushes people into thinking the only way they’ll be accepted as another guy is to uphold rigid stereotypes of masculinity and become rough and imposing so they’ll be considered anything but a soft and vulnerable smol baby

and (this is at least what i’ve seen many trans women say from their experiences & their posts) constantly using language of brutal submission to trans women and forcing acts of violence onto their character without taking into account who they are as people ‘step on me/beat me up!!!/goddess who could kill me and i would be happy’ can push an even harsher pressure on performing femininity for them when society is already forcing that

being trans isn’t about conforming harshly and at the will of others to gender roles in order to be respected with language that’s not dehumanizing or infantilizing or fetishizing, it’s just about wanting to be respected and to be able to live happily how we feel comfortable presenting ourselves and who we are. there are so many things i want to do, that i want to wear and enjoy, but language like this terrifies me into not trying things out, into being what people want me to be and want to see me as based on stereotypes  than what i want for myself just so that i’ll have my basic humanity respected and it should not be that way

“I’m a coward. Such a freaking coward!”

Dean heaves a deep sigh and rubs his temples in a weak attempt to order his thoughts. It feels like a goddamned roller coaster in there and he really doesn’t know what to do.

“It’s just … it should be easy, right?” he continues, shaking his head. “They’re just words. Granted, huge words. Words I never said before to another person outside of my family. But …”

He pauses, looking at the big golden eyes in front of him that study him expectantly.

“What do you think, man?” Dean asks. “Am I a coward?”

No reply, just an intense stare.

“Or am I crazy?” Dean suggests. “For talking to a frigging cat of all things!”

Mojo finally decides to blink … and stays quiet.

Stupid cat!

“I am crazy!” Dean groans, throwing his hands into the air. “Instead of facing my boyfriend and telling him that I love him, I’m talking to his cat who likes to chase flies and lick his butt all day. That doesn’t make any sense!”

Mojo tilts his head – and damn, he does look a bit like Castiel that way – and eyes Dean in that typical humans-are-quite-weird way. He did it the very first time Dean came over – the night after his first date with Castiel, him being all jittery and jumpy, wondering whether the ‘tea’ Castiel offered him at the front porch with a warm smile before inviting him in actually meant a hot beverage or something completely different, his nerves all over the place – and Mojo obviously thought him the weirdest person on the planet.

(By the way, the 'tea’ actually turned out to be tea. That … and the best first kiss ever!)

Since then Dean’s relationship with the cat is kinda reserved. Mojo mostly stays out of sight or at least far away, just staring at Dean as though he hopes that this odd human would finally disappear and never return. There is wariness and suspicion and Mojo only condescends to ignore all this when he’s in the mood for some proper petting.

“You don’t care about my problems, right?” Dean sighs. “I mean, you’re a cat, why should you? You probably think I’m dense for not having the nerve to tell my boyfriend – my beautiful, gorgeous amazing boyfriend – that I’m hopelessly in love with him. That the last few months had been the best of my life. That I’m, without any doubt, the luckiest guy alive.”

He shuts his eyes for a second. “He’s so awesome, you know? Everything I ever hoped for and at the same time so much more! I’m so crazy about him, you’ve got no idea.” He fidgets awkwardly. “But how do I tell him all that? I’m so awful at the feelings-crap and as soon as I look into his pretty eyes I’ll forget anything I wanted to say.”

Mojo dignifies Dean’s little meltdown with a big yawn and an I-couldn’t-care-less expression.

Dean, however, just lets it pass. “How do normal people do it? Just say it right into the person’s face?” He bites his bottom lip in frustration. “How?”

“There are some who talk about it with their boyfriend’s pet,” suddenly a very deep and very familiar voice interjects.

Dean leaps to his feet immediately and stares at Castiel with wide eyes. “Cas!”

Of course he shouldn’t be surprised by his boyfriend’s presence since this is Castiel’s place after all and he only left to run a small errand, even reassuring Dean that it “won’t take long”, but for some reason Dean totally missed how much time already passed.

Castiel, however, seems highly amused. “So that’s what you’re doing when I leave the house? Having deep and meaningful conversations with Mojo?”

The cat merely spares them a brief glance before starting to lick his paws and ignore them in a way only cats manage to do.

Dean smiles crookedly. “He’s actually not the best to talk to.”

Castiel takes a step closer and chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m doing the same thing all the time.”

Dean lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes.” Castiel cups Dean’s cheek, his fingers so warm that Dean instantly leans into the touch. “Just yesterday I told him how much I love my boyfriend.”

Dean’s heartbeat picks up its pace rather spectacularly and he can’t contain a beaming grin. “You do?”

Castiel hums in affirmation, his nose brushing Dean’s. “Very, very much.”

The kiss that follows is sweet and soft and it makes Dean’s skin tingle in the most pleasant way possible.

“I love you too,” Dean whispers before surging right back in.

And on the couch Mojo continues to groom his fur and probably wonders why humans are so annoyingly complicated.

Heaven is Hotter Than Hell

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1980

A/N: Jealous!Cas with a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy, because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.

Effervescent laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.

Bouncing hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.

The delighted pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning, you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely when he spoke.

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So fresh and so clean clean (12x04 // 12x08)

I learned like a year ago that fluffernutters are supposedly just a new england thing and that’s been hecking with me ever since then so pls reblog with where ur from and if u know what a fluffernutter is this is for science

Too much angst atm so i skipped the whole prison part….so yeah…
Happy reunion robron!!  ٩◔‿◔۶

(Rob’s probably the biggest instagram user in ED, lets face it.)

you can keep your white picket fence; i like my nygmobblepot ruling Gotham from their throne and destroying their enemies together. being sweet on each other doesn’t negate their combined ruthlessness towards others, and that’s a distinction i’m hoping they develop

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The raven-haired boy held his hands underneath the running faucet inside the corner store’s restroom. His t-shirt and jacket laid crumbled on the floor on top of his backpack that was leaning against the wall. He took the bar of soap and ran it under the water, rubbing it until suds began to form. Once the soap was foamy enough in his hands, he began to scrub his arms, up to his elbows and then to his armpits taking a little extra time there. He had deodorant and body spray tucked away in that backpack of his.

Jughead Jones was homeless. This little sink was going to be his bath for right now. At least he didn’t have school the next day, but he didn’t want to walk around smelling like he walked out of a dumpster. He would shower at the school, but since it was Saturday morning and they were having some sort of sports game, he knew it would be too risky. Once his body seemed to be covered in soap, he took some water into his palms and began to rinse it off. He slipped off his beanie, tucking it into his back pocket and then used the soap bar to rinse his hair. He took the towel he had lifted from the locker rooms at school and began to dry himself off.

The situation he was in sucked. It was embarrassing but he had to make it work. He didn’t have much money on him and his dad would barely offer anything to him. Maybe he would offer one or two words of encouragement, but words can’t buy food or clothes. He grabbed the deodorant from his bag and rubbed it onto his armpits. Taking a quick sniff of himself, he nodded in approval. Jughead got changed, packing up his bath supplies and slipped out the beanie from his back pocket. He adjusted it onto his head and draped the backpack over his shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom, he snatched a few candy bars and went to the counter. The clerk looked at Jughead and then started to scan the bars. Jughead hadn’t noticed the droplets of water sliding down his face until they dripped onto the counter.

The teen paid for the bars and then walked out, unwrapping one of the chocolate bars. He took a bite from it and then started down the sidewalk. He munched away and surveying the neighborhood. Inside the teen’s mind was his plot about where he was going to sleep. Which house was empty or had a for sale sign? It wasn’t going to take long to figure out how to shimmy through a window or unlock the door. However, he did have to watch out for those alarms. The last time he pried open a window, a loud beeping started and dogs in the neighborhood started to bark. Before he could close the window, he took off running in the opposite direction. He managed to find an empty warehouse and sought shelter until the cops passed, but then he ended up falling asleep.

All that remained of the candy was its wrapper. He headed to the nearby park, tossed the wrapper into the trash can and went to sit down at a picnic table. He set his bag down and exhaled. The silence broke when he heard his nickname. The boy turned his head in the direction and saw his friend, Betty approaching him with a cute smile on her lips.

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Super Fluffy Deancas Aus

So I made this post awhile ago, but I think we could all use some more happy deancas things rn so:

Let Us

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Fluff

Sharing a space is never easy. Dean’s still very green to relationships, and Cas has spent too long alone - the domestic life was never going to be easy. Sometimes the atmosphere between them gets frosty, and they have some important lessons to learn. If only they could just talk about it…

A domestic AU brought to you by @thebloggerbloggerfun and @whelvenwings!

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UNFREAKING BELIEVABLE. JUST WOW. I can’t believe the fandom did this ONCE AGAIN. These “idols” are nothing but mere people at the end of the day. They have their own issues, with their own set of complicated emotions, and their own lives to live just like us; so can we all start treating them like human beings?!? You say and do things that you CLEARLY don’t think through and it’s truly disgraceful. Anyone who posted something along the lines of “Oh BamBam’s got a daddy Kink” is officially cancelled. This boy sees Mark’s father as an ACTUAL father figure because his father passed away when he was a young boy. He has lived almost his entire life without a father and the fact that he can see Mark’s father in this light is beautiful. BamBam calling Mark’s father “daddy” can be seen as something soft, pure, and endearing. It’s like a child calling their father “daddy” when they were still very young. The fact that y'all would take that out of context, and turn it into something perverted is disgusting. The “fans” who did this really need to get there lives together and think about what they say/do before acting it.