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The Other Archangel



“Fuck,” Dean said, slamming his hands on the table. “Another freakin’ apocalypse.”

“We’ll get through it,” Sam said. “We have before.”

Dean shook his head. “Every time, these things get bigger and bigger. And one of these days…”

“We’ll get through this,” Sam said, more forcefully. He knew his brother was upset, but he also knew that now was not a time to give into thoughts of failure.

“We need to find Lucifer,” Cas said. “We need his help.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dean growled. He popped the cap from his beer and downed half of it in one drink.

Sam snatched the bottle away from his brother, causing him to dribble down his shirtfront. “Cas, do you have any idea where he could have gone?”

Cas shook his head. “The possibilities are endless. And since I’m not an archangel, I don’t have any sort of mental connection to him.”

“And we know Michael and Raphael wouldn’t want anything to do with us,” Dean said. “What about Gabriel?”

“He’s still… salty with you.”



Both Winchesters perked up. “Although?” Sam asked.

“There is… another one.”

“Another what?”


“That’s… that’s impossible,” Sam said. “Lore says there’s only four.”

“The lore… is wrong,” Castiel said.

“Well, what’s the deal with this other one?” Dean asked. “What’s he like? Where’s he been hiding? Can he help us find Lucifer?”



“She. The other archangel is female.”

Dean was quiet for a moment. “Huh. Well, it’s about time Chuck got some gender equality in the ranks.”

“What’s her name?” Sam asked.


“And how has she stayed out of… literally every religious text?”

“She keeps to herself. Father wanted her to stay out of… ‘big business’. She was his favorite, after Lucifer of course.”

“Do you know how to find her?” Dean asked.

“I can look around.”

Dean nodded. “Go. Find her. Bring her here so we can get some sort of plan in action.”



The Winchesters turned, finding Cas standing behind them with a young woman next to him.

“This is Y/N,” Cas said.

“The other archangel?” Sam stood, walking over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “My brother has filled me in.”

“Is there anything you think you can do?” Dean asked. “Any sort of tracking you have on Lucifer?”

“I haven’t heard from him recently. But I may be able to find him.” You paused. “But you should know, even if I find him, I don’t know that I’ll be able to convince him to help stop the apocalypse. He always did like… commotion.”

“What about the others?” Sam asked. “Do you think you can convince them to help us find Lucifer and stop Amara?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nonsense,” Cas said. “You know they listen to you.”


“They do. You’re practically the only other one they listen to after Father.”

You sighed. “I shall see what I can do.”


“So, why have you asked us here, little sis?”

“I need your help.”

Gabriel propped his feet on the table and helped himself to the bowl of jellybeans you’d set out. “With?”


“He is of no concern to us,” Michael said.

“He should be.”


“Surely you’ve heard what he’s done.”

“We’ve tried to distance ourselves from him,” Raphael said. “He’s not one of us anymore.”

“Well, that logic falls through, because he’s still an archangel.”

“His actions would say otherwise.”

“Look, unless we all come together, things are not going to end well.”

“Maybe we should hear her out,” Gabriel said.

“Eat your jellybeans, Gabriel,” Michael said.

“I am. But I can multitask. And I think we should hear Y/N out.” Gabriel dropped his feet to the floor, leaning over to you. “So, Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, Lucifer has escaped the Cage.”

You could tell by your brothers’ reactions that they actually hadn’t heard that. What, had they lived under a rock recently? You shook your head.

“He’s out, and unless we find him, Earth is not going to end well.”

“Lucifer does damage, but it’s not the apocalyptical standards you’ve set,” Raphael said.

“We don’t need to stop him from destroying the world. We need his help to stop someone bigger.”


“Aunt Amara.”

“Shit,” Michael said, a rarity for him.

“We’ll help you,” Raphael said.



  The Blackthorn Family, and although you might say that Emma and Cristina aren’t a Blackthorn here’s what Mark has to say ;) 

 "… everyone who lives under this roof, whether they are bound by blood or not, we are tied together by an invisible net of love and duty and loyalty and honor. That is what it means to be a Shadowhunter.“ - Mark Blackthorn

I love the radical feminist community but some people need to start practising some humility and stop being so condescending to other women. Most radical feminist women know men don’t have compassion for us, you don’t have to lecture us about it. You don’t have to tell a woman who is obviously hurting but fighting to fight. You don’t have to correct a woman on her own experiences of what it’s like living in a patriarchy under male oppression. You don’t have to be condescending and correct women who don’t do feminist activism exactly like you at all. You’re going to smother and silence women if you keep going, especially those most vulnerable and hurt.

anonymous asked:

i must live under a fucking rock because i had no idea chelsea was married, is pregnant, that melissa is married, and was pregnant all last season. jesus christ.

💀💀💀 damn

So… Notre Dame had their ceremonial graduation recently, which is not the same thing as their actual graduation. That happens at a different time and is done by disciplines as a way to reduce the amount of time it takes to walk people across the stage.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably know this. You probably also know that VPOTUS Mike Pence was the speaker, and, as he began to address the crowd, about 150 graduates quietly stood and peacefully excited the building in protest. 

Now, I’ve seen a lot of people comment about this, and many people have replied with something along the lines of “Aw, the special snowflakes got their feelings hurt,” “They need to grow up and understand there’s no such thing as a safe place,” “I hope ND takes their diplomas away,” “I hope they never get a job,” “They need to show some respect,” and, my personal favorite, “just wait until they get into the real world.”

You know why the last one is my personal favorite? It’s because that phrase is one I was told my entire adolescence through to just about my mid-twenties. It’s the phrase older adults who assumed I knew nothing about anything would tell me whenever I pointed out that something was unfair or didn’t make sense, and, whenever I would ask why it was okay to accept the unfairness or the confusion of the situation, those same adults would tell me, “Because that is how the real world works.”

You know, that’s a load of bullshit. That’s the way the real world works because adults who *can* do something don’t out of complacency and a feeling of entrapment brought on by accepting that the way things happen are unchangeable. If it were true that nothing in the world can change and we all should accepted that things are how they are under the guise of accepting the world is static, then nothing would ever progress forward.

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Accidentally Married: Not just for fanfic anymore!

Housemate Xed works for the Secretary of State, in the bit that registers businesses and, for a few years and for somewhat convoluted political reasons, domestic partnerships. 

Yesterday their office received the… complaints? Of a somewhat distraught pair of people (notice I do not say ‘couple’) who, at some point in the last few years, had decided to go into business together – a nail salon or something, I think – and been advised that they should form a Partnership. Pretty standard for a small business with two owners.

…except they didn’t understand and formed a Domestic Partnership instead. 

Washington State legalized same-sex marriage in 2012, and as part of that, this June ALL non-senior domestic partnerships became marriages automatically.

These two business partners accidentally married each other.

And now they’re trying to figure out how to undo it.

…short of divorce.