it just is

anonymous asked:

At some point I stopped seeing the phrase "I need you" or any of it's variants as romantic :0

It’s romantic.

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Kripke’s Timeless:

In the episode that MISHA was in that we would be watching, Rufus said “I need you” to Jiya. Pfft.

In SPN:

Originally posted by ashekeh

“… Especially me” - Bobby Singer to his wife Ellen in 6x17.

I mean it’s really not a stretch when this is the time Dean figures out his feelings and with rest of their story to see that this is clearly romantic.

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And then Cas rejects him? Immediately and twice? 8x07 and 8x17? By “straightening things out” and leaving? He doesn’t mean to obviously, but that’s how it comes across.

And their reactions?

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Originally posted by stardustcas

Originally posted by stardustcas

I LITERALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN WATCH THIS AND NOT SEE THIS AS ROMANTIC. 

WE HAVE DEAN BEING HEARTBROKEN, FEELING REJECTED, UPSET AND ANGRY. CAS NOT UNDERSTANDING DEAN’S MULTI-LAYERED REPRESSED WAY OF SAYING HE LOVES HIM AND THEREFORE NOT KNOWING WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG (because he’s not human and his people skills are rusty) BUT TRYING DESPERATELY TO FIX IT WITH THE THINGS HE KNOWS DEAN LOVES (because these are things Dean has said he loves out loud to Cas so he, being literal, latches onto these, showing us that he just doesn’t understand Dean’s hidden meaning).

AND HOW THIS FITS IN WITH THE REST OF THEIR ROMANTIC AF STORY.

HOW CAS THEN FALLS AND REALISES WHAT HE FEELS IN RETURN IS LOVE. THERE’S SOME FLIRTING AND UST DESPITE DEAN’S REJECTING HIM IN TURN FOR SAM, BUT ONCE THAT IS SORTED DEAN THEN IMMEDIATELY GETS THE MARK OF CAIN AND HIS FEELINGS GET REPRESSED FOR THE BEST PART OF 2 YEARS, MEANWHILE HIS SOFT MOMENTS ARE USUALLY AROUND CAS. HOW THEN DEAN SPENDS THE NEXT 2 YEARS SHOUTING “WHAT ABOUT CAS?!” AT ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN WHILE CAS TRIES TO REDEEM HIMSELF FOR HIS PAST MISTAKES AND GET A WIN FOR DEAN… FOR HIMSELF. 

HOW DEAN IS NOW COLLAPSED OVER HIS DEAD BODY IN SHOCK AND NOT ABLE TO PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHILE SAM IS UPSET, PROCESSES BUT RUNS INSIDE TO SORT OUT THE ACTUAL PROBLEM ON THEIR HANDS.

WHILE DEAN JUST… FALLS TO HIS KNEES AND PRAYS.

HOW. DO. PEOPLE. NOT. SEE. THIS. AS. ROMANTIC.

“If I could take your place, I would…”

We all need to remember that Eiji absolutely would give up everything to keep Ash safe and free.

“I like my girls like I like my coffee” I say

“How’s that?” You ask

“Gay” I whisper, as I pour glitter into a mug made of flannel. How it keeps its shape you do not know. I have not added water to the mug. I keep pouring the glitter. Surely the mug cannot hold that much glitter. I stop pouring the glitter, and, without breaking eye contact, take a sip. You are confused but do not question it. It is gay culture.

Lou wasn’t much of anything really. She just was. She was herself, and labels made no sense to her for the most part, because She was Herself and that was what was important. She didn’t miss people. They Were or they Weren’t. Such is the way of the world.

Lou went to Elsewhere. She didn’t believe in the traditions. She didn’t believe much in anything, really. She just was. She wore iron and carried salt because That is What You Do.

She didn’t fear the Gentry. She Was or she Wasn’t. They could not change that. They could not change the few, small, immutable facts of her too grey existence. They could not change the fact that things Were or Were Not. They could not change that or that most things (99.999%) of all things are not exact. They could not.

She smiled at them. Told them jokes. Gave them things. Little gifts. Paper cranes. Poems. Stories.

She would talk to them. She would stare them straight in the face. She would discuss philosophy.

“Do you believe people are good or evil?”

“I don’t know,” she would shrug, “they just Are. People Are people no matter what form they take. People just Are. I just Am. I Am me and You Are you.”

She had been taken thirty-two times before the end of her freshman year. The last time she had been taken that year she clawed her way out of Elsewhere and onto the campus. She was bloodied and shimmering and her arm was broken and an eye was missing and her hair glowed with a strange light in a color humans should not be able to see.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I just Am.”

The Gentry respected her after that. They respect strength, calmness, power, resilience, determination in the face of adversity. They respected her because of the way she stared like she didn’t fear death. They respected the way that even if she was terrified, even if it was clear there was another panic attack on the horizon, she somehow managed to keep a degree of composure.

She just Was.

They just Were.

That Was the Way of Things.

She was not afraid, was not disrespectful.

They liked that.

The day before she received her diploma, missing eye, glowing hair, silver tongue, flowers holding her ribs together, rainbows twirling down one arm, magic in her veins- the day before she received her diploma they took her. They took Lou away. They took her into Elsewhere.

She wanders around in their realm, on campus, through the forest, through the Walmart. They say it’s good luck to see her, to see Lou. They say that it’s good luck to see her, rare sighting that it is, and they say that if you’re luckier she’ll speak to you.

It isn’t, of course, luckier. It just Is.

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dive (reddie)

type: request/one shot

summary: read the above anon!

pairing: reddie

word count: 1.3k

warnings: very SLIGHT sexual undertones

a/n: i got a request for this, so i decided to write it up! i think it’s interesting to explore because eddie is confused on his sexuality and it’s very possible for him to be asexual. hope i hit the request right, anon! also, THE BOYS ARE OVER 18 IN THIS ONE SHOT. i don’t believe anything is too inappropriate, but even so, i feel the need to stress i would never write the boys in a sexual/dirty way when they’re children. again, there’s nothing so bad that a teenager couldn’t read it, but just making this very clear.

“bye, guys!” eddie waved at their friends in bill’s car from the front of richie’s home, looking over to see richie pointing two middle fingers towards the car. “stop it, richie.” he scolded, pushing his hands down as richie cackled quietly.

a moment later, bill drove off with the rest of the crew to take them home, leaving eddie and richie alone in the dark, quiet neighborhood.

that car had been a clown car moments ago, illegally stuffing all seven of them inside because richie’s old beat up truck had broken down and was being repaired, despite the rest of the losers telling him there was no chance of reviving it. to make it work, eddie had to sit on richie’s lap to make room.

they had all went out to eat at the local, popular milkshake diner (which, of course, had been a bit of a nightmare for the staff due to richie alone) before they went to watch a horror flick.

eddie was to be spending the night at his boyfriend’s for an impromptu ‘sleepover’.

it wasn’t long before they were camped out in richie’s room, which was a bit of a disaster in eddie’s opinion but he was sure it would never change unless he cleaned it himself.

eddie sat on richie’s bed, looking through all the pictures he’d taken of them that night, while richie sat by his window and stared out into the night with a cigarette perched between his lips.

the small boy did his best to ignore the smell of smoke, but after it got too overbearing, eddie stood up from his spot and marched over to richie, grabbing the cigarette out of his mouth before he could react.

“eds! i was smoking that, y’know.” richie exclaimed, his eyes narrowing at his boyfriend. a smirk crossed over his features as he leaned back against the nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “you gonna give it a try, eddie-bear?”

“yeah, i know you were smoking it. that’s why i took it. you smoke way too many of these. ever heard of lung cancer? and don’t call me that!” he rolled his eyes slightly, breaking the cigarette in half and setting it down in a nearby ashtray.

“don’t call you what? eds or eddie-bear?” richie grinned mischievously, loving to see that slightly annoyed glare on eddie’s features. he thought it was cute how eddie’s brows would scrunch together and how his lips would tighten into a thin line.

“both! jesus, richie. you can be so.. annoying sometimes.” all the time. he meant all the time. but if he wasn’t being so annoying, he wouldn’t be the richie eddie knew and loved. secretly, he enjoyed richie calling him eds, and part of him felt richie was well aware of this.

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