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Please ignore this, it is a Random rant. When I last visited my best friend she asked me if I’ve heard of that Disney theory where Anna and Elsa’s parents are also Tarzan’s parents. She’s a huge fan of the Frozen film and I’m… well I hate it. She thought that this tidbit which was supposedly confirmed by the Frozen director would make me like it more. Which surprise: It did not. I mean, for one that interview where they said he said so, he stated: “So in my little head, Anna and Elsa’s brother is Tarzan – but on the other side of that island are surfing penguins, to tie in a non-Disney movie, ‘Surf’s Up.’ That’s my fun little world.”

So like… that’s not a confirmation tho. That’s a HEADCANON. And yes, even creators can have headcanons that don’t fit into canon heck I have them all the time just for flights of fancy on my own work. Least of all what annoyed me was that Tarzan’s parents and the Frozen parents don’t really look alike the more I scrutinize it. Not to mention they’re canon from England??? And the royal couple is not??? I can’t remember if they have British Accents in the movie but I’d dismiss that cuz everyone always defaults to British for rich people/royalty in English speaking media. Their hair colors are different? Sure you can argue that their faces sort of look alike but…. Disney generic faces??? So I’d dismiss that too.

Not to mention the timelines don’t hold up? Frozen takes place according to the artbook in the 1830s-40s and Tarzan takes place in the 1890s. That’s like a 50 year difference unless Tarzan aged extremely well that jungle sure must have some fountain of youth. But there are other indicators like… TECHNOLOGY! That is not yet available by the time Anna and Elsa are adults (or when Tangled takes place also cuz we know for sure Frozen and Tangled take place at the same time). Jane arrives on a fucking steamship that’s bigger than the royal ship for fuck’s sake. Another thing is that the King and Queen’s trip was only supposed to take 2 weeks. But Tarzan was born ON THE SHIP, so she’d have to be heavily pregnant when she boarded that ship which she clearly wasn’t and if she was I actually doubt they’d let her sail on it. Either that or their 2 week trip somehow turned into 9+ months. SO. MANY. HOLES. Like, it just annoys me to no end that this movie is trying to shove itself in every Disney place it can.

Like I know I know… Yume you’re taking this way too seriously. It’s all for fun. And sure if you like this theory than sure but like… the people who made this theory sure thought seriously about it. Why can’t I? 

In conclusion no, I do not like Frozen any better now, and fuck this theory.

P.S. Surf’s Up takes place in modern times with reality TV Mr. Director, please stahp. The only way I will accept Surf’s Up into cartoon canon is if Chicken Bob is a descendant of HeiHei.

I love you too (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by maxandalec

Summary: Y/n spends the day taking care of a sick Dean

Warning: vomiting and some swearing.

I yawned shuffling into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Morning.” Sam said not bothering to look up from his computer as he greeted me. “Morning.” I mumbled out as I walked over to the small table that held the coffee machine. “Dean still in bed?” Sam asked tapping away at the keys still entranced in whatever he was working on. “Yeah, you know him he loves to sleep in when he can.” I said pouring some coffee into the cup I had picked from from the drying rack.

Sam chuckled shaking his head sparing me a small glance when I sat down in the chair across from him. “So what has you so awake and distracted over there?” I asked after taking a sip of my hot beverage. He sighed turning the laptop to face me so I could see what was on the screen. “Two women found in a abandoned warehouse totally drained of blood.” Sam explained as my eyes scanned the article.

I sighed leaning back in my chair running a hair through my slightly messy hair. “Starting early today.” I breathed out before taking another sip standing up from my seat. “I guess I’ll go wake up Dean and we can get a move on to Oregon.” I said as I left the room heading in the direction of Dean’s room that we had been sharing for more than two months now.

I slowly pushed open the door seeing Dean covered in the blankets his back facing me his arms stretched out and hanging off the edge of the bed. I smiled to myself a sadness filling me. ‘He looks so peaceful.’ I thought to myself as I made my way quietly into the room setting my cup down on the dresser. “Dean.” I called softly as I made my way around the bed to his side. I received no response from the sleeping man which seemed odd considering that he was the lightest sleeper I had ever known.

“Dean.” I called again a bit louder than before reaching my hand forward gently shaking his exposed shoulder. He grumbled rolling away from my hands. “Dean come on Sam found a case.” I tried again running my hand through his hair. He sighed and reaching a hand up to grab mine turning over to look at me. “Do we have to, can’t we just stay in and sleep.” I laughed softly shaking my head.

“I’m afraid Sam is in the hunting mood and there is no way around it this time sweetheart.” I said sitting down on the edge of the bed my hand still being held hostage. He growled reaching up with his free hand to pat down his messy hair. “When did Sam start turning into me?” Dean asked the joking tone seeping into his voice tainted slightly by something that was hiding in his voice.  

I shrugged reaching forward running my fingers through his hair earning a groan in response as he closed his eyes leaning into it. I frowned however when I noticed that his skin felt slightly warm against the palm of my hand. “Are you feeling okay?” I asked not wasting a moment as my eyes scanned his face carefully taking in his slightly flushed cheeks. He nodded forcing his eyes open to look at me. “Feeling just fine.” He answered shortly with a smile.

“Let me take a shower and then I’ll get to packing my bag.” I frowned at him shaking my head a little. “Go take you’re shower I’ll get the bags.” I said waving my hand in the air as a sign of dismissal. “Okay.” He muttered kissing the top of my head as he slipped out of bed. I watched him move to the bathroom my eyes narrowing as he slightly stumbled. I sighed standing up from the bed bending to grab the duffel bags from under the bed. “He better be okay.” I muttered as I pulled a couple of the drawers of the dresser opened grabbing some clothes for the both of us.

“Need some help?” Dean asked as he opened the bathroom door his hair messy and spiked up from him towel drying it his voice raspy. I smiled at him to hide the fact I was worried by the slight sway he had as he stood in the doorway. “No baby I’ve got it you go grab something to eat.” I said as I continued to pack our bags. “Alright.” He said shrugging as he walked past me.

I zipped the bags up before tossing them onto the bed. “I’ll change after breakfast I muttered to myself toying with the hem of the long flannel that I had on. I shrugged and began to walk toward the open door when Dean burst through brushing past me into the bathroom. My eye widened as I rushed into the bathroom after him frowning at the sight before me. 

“Oh sweetheart.” I breathed moving over to sit beside him as he gagged into the toilet. I rubbed his back gently wincing at the sounds that emitted from his mouth. “Oh fuck me.” Dean groaned out after a few moments. “Well I would but..” I trailed off in a joking tone trying to make him smile. He chuckled a little before flushing planting himself fully onto the floor looking at me. “I’ll go grab you some medicine from the kitchen and tell Sam the hunt is off.” Dean shook his head grabbing my hand as I stood up from the bathroom floor.

“Someone has to take this case, you and Sam go on without me I’ll be fine.” Dean rasped out before he covered his mouth and leaned over the toilet once more. “I’m not leaving you here alone.” I said firmly as I grabbed a wash cloth running it under cold water placing it onto the back of his neck. “I’ll be right back.” I whispered kissing the top of his head the only response I received being a groan.

I hurried out of the room on a mission to fetch medicine and contact someone to take the case off our hands. “What’s the rush?” Sam asked looking up to look at me when I entered the kitchen. “Dean’s sick.” I asked shorty making a beeline to the cabinet where we kept the medication. “Oh crap.” Sam muttered under his breath. “I’ll call Marcus and get him on the case.” He said standing up from the table no doubt heading to the war room. I sighed in relief when I finally found what I was looking for.

I rushed back to our room finding Dean laying on the bed the washcloth laying against his forehead his eyes closed tightly as he shivered. “Can you sit up for me Dean?” I asked as I sat beside him on the bed. He took a moment but nodded struggling to sit up. I gave him a sad smile handing him a couple pills. “Thanks.” He whispered popping them into his mouth swallowing them quickly laying back down closing his eyes again.

“Do you need anything else?” I asked gently running my hands through his hair. “No I think I’m okay I don’t want you getting sick too.” He rasped opening his eyes to look at me. I shrugged and stood off moving to the other side of the bed gently climbing in careful not to jar the bed in fear of making Dean sick. “Y/n.” Dean grumbled shaking his head minutely disapproving of my actions.

“Don’t start with me Dean Winchester.” I grumbled giving him a stern look. “I’m going to lay in bed with my sick boyfriend.” Fine but if you get sick I’m not going to feel sorry for you.” He joked lightly as he rolled over placing his head on my chest with a sigh getting comfortable. “You would go nuts with worry.” I teased quietly rubbing his back. “Yeah I would, I love you Y/n” I smiled closing my eyes. “I love you too Dean.” I whispered back toying with his shirt.

general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

Traffic lights are killing kink fic

Dramatic title, but this rant has been building for some time and I need to get it off my chest. Friends, fellows, lovely fic writers: kink fic in fandom lately sounds like someone is reciting a How To BDSM 101 manual and it’s really starting to grind my gears.

It seems lately that, more often than not, any fic I open with even the teeniest bit of kink spends about half the fic being excruciatingly boring and samey about making sure everyone is on the same page when it comes to consent and who is spanking who in bed. As an Actual Real Live Kinky Person, let me tell you about some things that are seriously pissing me off.

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7.17 - The Born-Again Identity: Cas saves Sam

“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it. It’s better this way. I’ll be fine. Now, Sam… This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.

AU Where Geoff Slowly But Surely Becomes Dad Of The Crew

Like It Starts One Day When He Gets Michael A New Gun Or Car Or Something And Without Thinking Michael’s Like “Oh Sweet Thanks Dad”
And Geoff’s Just “What
So Michael Just “What” And Immediately Leaves To Escape The Situation.

And At First He Doesn’t Think Much Of It, Just A Flub Like They All Do, Nothing Worth Noting, Until Gavin Calls Him Dad One Day And He Just Stops Like “What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me?
“I’m Not Your Father Dumbass”
“Aw But Michael Got To Call You Dad That’s Not Fair! You Can’t Have Favourites!”
And Michael Runs In From The Other Room Like “You Little PRICK” And Chases Gavin Off For Pointing It Out And Geoff’s Just Left Standing There Confused.

The Next Time Gavin Tries To Get Away With Calling Him Dad It’s Over Earpieces During A Heist And Geoff Quietly Hisses “Fucking Stop Calling Me That” And After A Moment Of Gavin Giggling Ray Comes On Like “So Can I Call You Papa Instead Or…?” And Geoff Nearly Blows Their Cover Loudly Insisting That He Cannot.

A While After Jeremy Joins He And Geoff Are Driving To Get Masks For A Heist And Laughing About Something, As They Approach The Mask Store Geoff’s Like “Alright, Everybody Calm Down” And Jeremy’s Just Immediately “Sorry Dad”. And At First Geoff’s Just Dumbfounded For A Second But Then He’s Like “Fucking- Did Gavin Tell You To Call Me That?” And Jeremy’s Just “What? No, Wait Gavin Calls You Dad?” And Geoff’s Like “No He-” And Ray Pipes Up From The Backseat “I’ve Been Using Pop Pop Is That Better?” And Geoff’s Like “No I’m Not Your Fucking Father!!”.

The Lads Are Caught Messing Around On His Yacht Again (Probably With Rocket Launchers, Thanks Ryan) And He Turns To Jack Like “You Said You Were Watching Them, Can’t You Keep Them Under Control For Five Minutes??” And Jack Just Crosses Her Arms Like “They’re Your Kids Too Y’know!” And Geoff’s Just “I- THEY’RE NOT MY KIDS”. When They Finally Get The Lads Reeled In Again Geoff’s So Frustrated He Just Points Them To The Penthouse And Deadpans “Go To Your Rooms.”.

Afterwards He Flops Down On The Couch With A Bottle Of Whisky To Unwind And Notices Ryan Out Of The Corner Of His Eye, Sitting On The Other End Of The Couch And Grinning At Him.

“You’re Fucking Fired”

Basically me:
  • <p> <b></b> *sees an amazing artist on tumblr*<p/><b>Me:</b> I want to compliment them about how much I love their art and tell them that they are a great and wonderful person! :D<p/><b>(Also me):</b> Remembers that I am a awkward person that is too shy to start up a conversation with people.<p/><b>Me:</b> D:<p/></p>

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