One of the things I hate most about growing up is how you lose touch with fandoms and bands and stuff that you used to obsess over. Like you don’t necessarily stop liking the things you used to, you just lose the capacity and energy to care about something so wholeheartedly.
What gets me in the 12x19 bedroom scene is that Cas literally thought no one would care if he stayed away for weeks without a word (“I didn’t mean to add to your distress”). He was honestly baffled by Dean’s reaction because he did not expect him to worry so much and all that while knowing how Dean gets with the people he cares about
theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well
I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore
(I’m blaming @siderealsandman for this. I saw
your post and
I didn’t literally add everyone in, but like… I had to share it okay?)
What if Adrien inherits his dad’s mansion
and just fills it with everyone he loves.
Like first it’s his best friends (Nino,
Alya, and Mari). Then Chloe and Sabrina just kinda start kicking it there until
he just gives them each a room. Then everyone else just has a standard room
that’s ‘theirs’ and they come and go as they please.
All the regulars have an understanding
that everyone loves everyone else a certain way and it’s not weird if one week
Adrien and Mari are close and then the next Mari’s with Chloe and Adrien’s with
Nino. Also everyone has their own boundaries that are respected. So no one
would push two or more people together unless it’s what they want.
Basically I just want all of them to be
happy and to have fun game nights where everyone’s required to hang out no
matter how busy they are. And pillow forts. And Adrien being surrounded by
infinite amounts of love. And an open-door policy where anyone can come and
join in or be invited…
yknow what’s super depressing? the fact that frida kahlo was an extremely vocal supporter of communism and now her artwork is used on useless, overpriced tchotchkes that serve no purpose other than to further capitalism