not even a single kiss

types of kisses (part i)

  • wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A’s neck or the underside of B’s jaw.
  • morning kisses; gentle and lazy, humming in contentment, limbs still tangled together, hands wandering over soft exposed skin.
  • stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words.
  • come back to bed kisses left on A’s neck and shoulder, unhurried and tender, with arms wrapped around A’s waist.
  • rushed late for work kisses, a flash of heat before hurrying out the door.
  • tender kisses when one brings home flowers for the other.
  • sticky ice cream kisses, sitting on a bench in the park and laughing against each other’s lips.
  • cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains.
  • kisses absently left on the backs of hands, fingers entwined in silent comfort.
  • joyful kisses peppered across foreheads and cheeks between scattered giggles.
  • comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern.
  • heated kisses with gasps in between, hands tugging at clothes and exploring skin, bodies pressed close. giving in.
  • long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison.
  • soft goodnight kisses exchanged on lamp-lit doorsteps on chilly autumn evenings.
  • a single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.

Loving Isak Valtersen means countless of things, all wonderful and magical in their own way.

It means carrying him to their bedroom without waking him up at midnight when he falls asleep after studying for a test, tugging the blanket under him and making hushing sounds as he drowsily opens his eyes and hums in lieu of a question. It’s stroking his hair until he shuts them again, his head resting on Even’s chest.

It’s walking him to each of his classes just to get the chance to kiss him goodbye every single time, even if that means having to run to his own.

It’s gentle, careful touches in quiet nights with the only sound of soft whispers echoing through their apartment.

It’s wrapping arms around his body, rocking him back and forth as he quietly sobs on Even’s shoulder after something came up with his parents. It’s kissing his forehead and saying he doesn’t need to apologize for soaking his shirt, and that he can soak all of his clothes if that means he will feel better after crying it all out.

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The Malec wedding kiss is my all time favorite scene that I have ever witnessed on television. Ever.

what always gets to me is how isak asks even in that locker room if he’s sad about taking a break with sonja? he looks so ready to hear bad news there, and he’s bracing himself for rejection. of course there’s no way that this gorgeous boy would choose him over his pretty girlfriend. of course even had kissed him on a whim. of course he’d avoided isak at first because he didn’t want to let him down. but even literally broke into someone’s house to give them an epic movie kiss, and they stayed in bed for an entire day just cuddling and kissing. even listened to him like every single one of isak’s words mattered, even his awkward pauses. even let him see his deepest fears, handed over a piece of himself isak could use as a weapon if he wanted. he’d ignored a call from his girlfriend so they could stay in their bubble a little longer, so they could continue being vulnerable and brave together. and after all that, isak still can’t believe that even meant any of it, still can’t believe that even felt the same things he did that weekend. even was ready to give isak the world in that locker room, and isak still thought of himself as a mistake.

In regard of the last platonic post i reblogged tbh i want a Platonic Week for the ML fandom

I AM SO INTO THIS SHIT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I tried to make them kinda different, but in the end they still wound up pretty similar, Please Forgive.

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Even’s world

Note: Okay so i’m not gonna lie I did ball my eyes out while writing this. - you were warned. 


Even’s fingers danced across Isak’s skin, his fingertips light as a feather gently tracing the outline of the purple bruised pattern in front of him.  He felt his body breaking under the touch of his world’s bruises. Of the pain he has created in front of him. 

Because that’s what he was. 

Isak was his world. 

And Even had ruined that, he had been careless, stupid in thinking that he could protect him from the darkness within him. The piece of him that always broke every single bright and good thing the universe blessed him with. 

Sometimes he thought the universe only gave him these things just to watch him go through the pain of destroying them himself. Of making them disintegrate under his touch. To burn near his presence. 

Even hurt everything

And then everything hated him. 

He shook, his breath shaky and uneven as he took a step back…it took him a moment to realise he was crying, breaking.
He felt his knees buckle, and he waited, waited for himself to crash into a thousand pieces on the ground, to fall apart and never return. To disappear. 

But it never happened. 

Instead he felt the world catch him. 

Felt the worlds arms wrap around him and hold him close. Their breathe right at his ear as the world whispered over and over again “it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…It. Is. Not. Your. Fault.” 

The words caressed the scars wrapped around Evens heart and made the tears that fell soften into tiny droplets of hope.
He gazed up into his worlds eyes with an expression of pure despair, guilt and love. 

“I am sorry, I am- jesus Isak I knew it, I knew I would hurt you I-“ 

the soft hands of his world, upon his face, Isak’s cheek brushing against his, took all the words right out of him. They evaporated instantly, causing him to forget everything he was thinking as the world whispered right on his lips, 

“Don’t you dare be sorry” 

Isak rested his forehead against Evens as he gazed intently into his loves eyes 

“you never hurt me Even, you save me. Every time. Every damn time” 

Even felt himself inhale the words straight off of Isak’s lips, he felt them enter his body and materialise into a bright light that outshone the darkness and made him feel warm from the centre of his heart to the tips of his eyelashes. 

His arms consumed Isak and held onto his world for dear life. It became an instinct, pulling Isak close, close close, until he could feel, see, breathe nothing but the boy that took it away. The light that captivated everything awful and lonely and cruel in the world, and made Even see nothing but the bright green in his worlds eyes, the crooked tooth in his worlds smile and the warmth in his worlds kiss. 

Isak held him tight that night, and Even held him tighter. Their arms wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined. They lied on their sides, with their faces tucked against each others necks, chest against chest, heart upon heart. 

They slept holding everything they loved in their arms, whispering against each others skin every little thing they loved about the other.

Isak’s touch

Even’s laugh

The way Isak tells Even about every weird dream he has the moment he wakes up

The sound Even makes when Isak kisses the dimple in his cheek

How Isak dances to every song Even plays even if it’s one he hates-for Even he will try

How Even traces the beginning of a piece of art upon Isak’s skin when he can’t sleep, how he says that he doesn’t need a canvas when Isak is already a piece of art. 

How Isak made him believe that he’s not alone

How Even gave Isak a chance to show him. 

Even kissed every single edge and curve of Isak’s face until he was convinced that all he could see was love, not a single trace of the hate left. He let Isak’s body heat warm him and he melted under his worlds touch. He smiled when he felt Isak’s fingertips brush his hair and he whispered again in the night that he was sorry. 

Isak whispered back “say that one more time and I’m making you drink the mystery milk that has been there since we moved in” 

Even laughed and tackled Isak, until he was a writhing giggling mess beneath him.
“You wouldn’t dare” he said before kissing his world into oblivion. 

It was all and it was everything. 

He was everything. 

And he always will be. 

Doll

Requested. (I kept trying to write this with winter soldier Bucky but felt so strongly that this quote was more 1940′s Bucky) 

Song or quote : Of course I would date you, who wouldn’t?
Who: Bucky Barnes

“You look absolutely ritzy, [Y/N].” Clare exclaimed once she saw her friend step out from behind the changing curtain, “You’re gonna knock em all dead when they see you tonight!”

[Y/N] frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror, “You sure?” Turning and twisting her body, she scrunched up her nose. “Maybe I shouldn’t tonight, Clare.” Turning to face her dolled up friend, she sighed.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Clare stamped her foot in protest, “We’re going to this dancing joint and we’re gonna find ourselves a couple of big sixes and not some drugstore cowboy, you hear?” 

Nodding her in head defeat, she followed Clare out the door and towards the joint that her friend had been raving about non stop. It took around ten minutes before they ended up waving down a cab and took even longer to reach their designation. Enough time for it pass by for [Y/N] to realize that her going out tonight in her ruby red dress was a mistake. But, she had nowhere but to go except for wherever Clare was taking her. 

“Everyone here looks so spiffy! Don’t ya think, [Y/N]?” Clare linked arms with [Y/N] as they weaved in and out of the place. Lowering her voice but still containing excitement, she breathed out, “So many flappers-oh look there’s John! Remember him, huh? He’s a fly boy now.” If Clare’s heart could have leaped out of her chest and onto the floor, [Y/N] would have bet a nickel that it had just done so. “Do I look okay?” 

[Y/N] pressed her lips into smile, forcing herself into it knowing that the minute she said yes, Clare was going to bound off towards him. “You look always look swanky, Clare.” 

Squealing loudly, Clare tore herself away [Y/N] and sprinted towards John who she had to admit had grown up quite nicely from the little scrawny boy he used to be. 

It felt like hours had passed by as [Y/N] watched Clare and John laugh it up. At least someone’s having a good time, she thought as she ordered another drink. Just as she was about to take a sip, her attention was pulled elsewhere to the sound of a man talking to her.

“Hey there, doll. What’s a pretty dame like you doing all by yourself?” 

Turning her head to face the voice, her eyes lit up to find a familiar face. Standing up from her stool, she winced as she almost knocked over her glass. “As I live and breathe, is that you, Bucky?” 

Grinning, Bucky spun around in his uniform, “It sure is.” 

Without thinking twice, she reached for a hug. It had been months since she had last seen him. She had grown up just down the street from Bucky from the time they were little kids. After a minute of hugging him, she took a step back and admired his digs. “You look mighty spiffy and is that? Would you look at that, Sergeant Barnes.” [Y/N] gently tapped the plate on his chest and beamed, “That’s wonderful!” Sitting back down on her stool, she frowned, “Say, where’s Rogers?” 

Bucky shrugged, sitting down next to her, “Said he was feelin’ under the weather.” Ordering a drink for himself, he flickered a look towards [Y/N] when she wasn’t paying attention. Bucky had always found her to be exquisite, he was just always too afraid to use his lines on her. “Speaking of friends, where’s your trouble maker Clare?” 

Snorting softly, [Y/N] shrugged as well. “Beats me, John probably went to take her to go neck.” Twirling a curl of hers, she sighed, “I don’t know why I keep agreeing to go out with her when all I know is that she’ll leave me when we get there. I’m such a pushover.” 

Frowning, “You aren’t a pushover, come on, stop” He leaned forward, smiling lightly, “Between you and me, doll. Clare’s just lookin’ for a daddy, you and I both know that.” Sitting straight up, he looked around the place, “I’m sure you do just fine on your own anyways.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell me why you’re the only one that’s approached me so far.” Sulking, she sighed again. “I’m just a plain ole Jane whenever Clare’s around. You and I both know that.”

“Says you!” Bucky halfway shouted incredulously. Throwing apologetic looks to the patrons around the bar for startling them, he shook his head as he looked dead straight into [Y/N]’s eyes. “Doll, you’ve got it all wrong. You’re the kind of dame that a fella walks down the middle aisle.”

Shaking her head, she chuckled. “You’re all wet, Barnes.”

He chuckled along with her, “I’m serious. These fellas,” Bucky looked around, shaking his head, “aren’t the kind of fellas you want anyway [Y/N].”

“And I suppose the kind of a fella I should be after is someone like you, huh?” She remarked playfully. 

Bucky smirked, “As a matter of fact, yes.”

[Y/N] froze, “Wh-what?”

Standing up from the stool, he held out his arm, “Come on, baby. Why don’t we go to the Tin Pan Alley and blow this joint. I know how much you love that music.” 

Staring at him with her mouth hung slightly open, she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. “Are you, are you asking me on a date?” 

Chuckling, “Yes m’am.”

“But why?!”

Bucky gently grabbed [Y/N]’s shoulders and stood her up from the stool. “Because doll, you’re the only dame in here that’s kept my focus all night. Took me an hour just to muster up the courage to come over and talk to you.”

“But, we’ve been friends for years, Buck. You know you can always talk to me.” 

“Normally, yes.” Bucky replied, giving her a small smile, “But not when you’re wearing this beautiful dress. I’m stuck on you, doll. So what do you say? Come with me to Tin Pan Alley. I promise you’ll have a good time. I’ll take you dancing another night.” 

“Another night?” [Y/N] squeaked, “You mean there will be other nights with you?” 

Bucky threw his head back and laughed, “What is with you?”

Shaking her head, she nervously laughed. “Nothing, it’s just, it’s strange to hear that you’d date me.” 

“Of course I would date you, who wouldn’t?” Bucky said with a brow raised.

Motioning to the crowd dancing, “All of them.” 

Snaking an arm around her waist, he chuckled low. “Good, because then that means you’re all mine. I promise I won’t be a flat tire tonight, [Y/N]. Give me a chance to turn this night around.” 

Nodding, she smiled. “I’ll give you a chance, but, uh, Bucky?”

“Yes, doll?”

“That banks closed, so no funny business.” She pulled away from his grasp and slung on her coat, giving him a smirk.

“What? Come on, doll. Not even a single kiss tonight?” 

Patting his shoulder, she giggled. “Not even one.” 

Watching her head for the door, he shook his head and laughed. “I see you’re going to make me work for it, it’s alright. I like a challenge.” 


1940′s lingo
ritzy - elegant
joint - establishment
big six - strong men
drugstore cowboy - a guy who picks up chicks on a corner
flapper - a woman who wears short skirts/dress with short hair
fly boy - an aviator 
swanky - ritzy (elegant)
dame - female
go neck - kissing with passion
daddy - an older man with money
middle aisle - get married to
all wet - wrong, incorrect
stuck on you - crush
Tin Pan Alley - the music district in New York City
flat tire - boring date
banks closed - no kissing 

My Little Fairy (Simon D x Reader)

This was requested by anon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by youngkaezy

You were always the shy one, the “baby” of the group of friends. No one really knows why, you were acting like that since you were a young kid, you would smile and play kindly with the other kids, it wasn’t your thing to run around and make a mess like most kids.

As you got older that didn’t change. You preferred to listen to others than talking, you had few friends that you loved but not many, sine you always doubted yourself and could barely say a few phrases when you first met someone.

Kiseok saw you sitting on a bench on the park right across from his office window every day at 11 p.m to 2 p.m. and it was always the same bench and the same time. You would always bring a book and something to drink, you always looked so peaceful and happy, a ghost of a smile was on your lips, he noticed how you replied to anyone that talked to you with a smile, how you would pet the dog that passed by with their owners, how sometimes you would stare at the kids playing with a glimpse of melancholy but also excitement.

After weeks of being a weirdo, he decided to work the courage and walk those stairs, cross the street. He froze, what was he going to say to you? he couldn’t just start talking to you. As he walked with his mind completely off, he didn’t see the bump on the grass and tripped down.

“oh my god”

you said and left your stuff to run to the man that fell down kind of hard.

“are you alright sir?”

“physically yes, emotionally i want to crawl to a hole for the rest of my life”

you left a small chuckle as you looked at him. You knew those eyes, if it wasn’t for the mask you may have been more successful at recognizing him.

“we all tumble”

“not in front of the girl we wanted to flirt with


Kiseok loved how pure you were, how you would blush every time he made a flirty or dirty joke. How you would play with your fingers when you got nervous around him, your genuine smile when he complimented you. He was so used to women that tried to take advantage of him or girls that were just seeking a good night sex, he almost forgot that women that would blush and hide their face after a single kiss.

AOMG took you in as family. Even though you were younger than their “baby” Hyuk-woo they could tell that your feelings for Kiseok were 100% real, so they accepted you and enjoyed having you around.

Of course you had to be there for Kiseok’s birthday. You were happy for your man no doubt, but his birthday was one more reminder that you had a big age gap. You had just blow out your 25th birthday cake, Kiseok was turning 34 in Korea. They were plenty of times you were scared to seem childish and unattractive to him, that he would realise how much of a baby you are and leave you.

No matter how you felt, you got dressed in a A line princess sweetheart beading sleeveless short mini organza dress in lavender colour, you did your heart in loose curls and put it up in a ponytail and your make up soft and summery, you even put on heels and got to the club.

You were not happy to see a sea of women that looked much more sexier and older than you, most of them around Jay and Kiseok. Of course when Kiseok saw you, he politely excused himself and got to you. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a kiss on the forehead

“Happy birthday”

“Thank you babygirl, come on and drink with us”

He saw how your smile dropped when you saw the women that were in the V.I.P area, so he made you sit right next to him and took your hand in his.

“Ladies, this is (y/n)”

None of them spoke, they just kind of nodded at you with displease and got to talking with Kiseok, completely ignoring your entire existence.

As time went by your insecurities catch up with you and ate you from inside out, you clearly stood out with your girlie dress, you felt like you look like you just left prom. All the women here wore sexy dresses that showed up their glamorous bodies, Their hair flowed down like a waterfall and their make up was done to perfection. Kiseok seemed much more interested in them than you, so you did what everyone here hoped you would do, you picked your bag and walked away without saying a word and looking at the ground.

You heard your name but didn’t turn around, you just kept walking towards the exit. You almost made it to the car until a hand wrapped around your elbow and pulled you back

“y/n, what happened? are you ok?”

Kiseok asked concerned. He thought you got sick or something, when he saw you leave the worst case scenarios bombarded his mind. Your eyes avoided his and looked at the concrete.

“I just want to leave”

“why? who hurt you?”

you got silent again, there was no one to blame except you. Kiseok placed his hands on your cheeks and made you look in his eyes

“tell me what’s wrong”

“it’s me ok. I am a baby, i showed up in the club like i’m going to prom, and all those girls, they are so glamorous, now look at me Kiseok. I…. don’t belong here”

Kiseok could do nothing but hug you. The reasons that made you feel insecure were the reasons that he wanted you by his side. When you showed up in that dress you looked like a fairy, he was actually worried about your age cause you were so young and full of energy, he was getting old and could not really keep up.

“I love your dress, i love your youth, i love everything about you. Do you love the old man?”

“i love you and you’re not old”

“Give me a kiss”

He requested and you pulled away from his shoulder to give him a quick peck.

“Don’t worry about those girls we got way bigger fish to fry. I want you, my little fairy to be there and no other girl will change that

Mr. Worldwide Handsome

more than this pt.1

→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
→ genre: neighbour & fwb aus, fluff, slight angst
→ words: 
5,705
→ warnings: implied smut, swearing & mature(ish) themes???
→ summary: You were neighbours who used their mouths for more reasons than one, but the both you weren’t complaining. At least, not until you found yourself falling for the same boy who seemed to break hearts for a living—one of them, you knew, would bound to be yours.


You were ready for a good night’s sleep.

Working as a barista in the busiest side of town had a lot of stress to it—more than you thought it did when you first applied for the job. Three months into it, you’ve come to regret your decision to work there. Especially when you had to work along with the worst team in human history—and with the added stress of your classes, it didn’t make the job any easier. You would regret working there until the day you quit. The only reason you stuck around was because of the good pay it provided its employees, giving you enough money to live in the cozy little apartment you moved into months ago.

But today was just horrendous. You were left to deal with the most atrocious customers and an angry boss that just wouldn’t get off your case. You had even contemplated quitting right then and there but you knew that making rash decisions would only lead you to more problems. By the time you made it home, you were drained of all your energy.

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anonymous asked:

Awesome first kisses *_* But I want more! What kind of kissers are they? What are their favourite types of kisses?

Overall, I wouldn’t mind being kissed by any of them.


Noctis: Noctis will cup your face and bring you in for a sweet and tender kiss, and will almost always place a gentle kiss to your forehead afterwards. Kisses like this only happen in private. When out in the public, he normally gives you a small smooch to your temple and even that makes him blush. Noctis is cheeky and likes single lip kisses; biting/sucking at your lower lip when kissing you - that’s his fave types of kisses and the most common.

Prompto: Prompto uses a lot of tongue in his kisses. They’re deep, passionate and often leave the both of you breathless. Open mouthed kisses are his thing. While kissing, he likes to have his hands tangled in your hair. Prompto also gives a lot of spontaneous kisses to your cheek or a quick peck to your lips throughout the day. His favourite type of kiss is the French kiss; that’s how he rolls.

Gladio: Gladio’s kisses are soft and sensual. he’ll have one hand behind your hand and the other around your waist before sliding to the small of your back as he pulls you close into his chest. And it wouldn’t be a true-gladio-kiss if he didn’t let his hand slip down to squeeze your bum every now and them ;) his kisses leave you wanting more and he’s always more than happy to oblige.

Ignis: His kisses are loving and gentle but they’re not short. He loves to press kisses to your knuckles or the back of your hand, especially around others. Iggy is like, the perfect kisser. He likes to rest his hands on your waist/hips. Specs is a very romantic kisser; for example, he’s the type of guy to hold your hand while driving and place kisses to the back of your hand, leaving his lips there for a few moments before continuing to hold your hand.

averagetaynara  asked:

Hi! So @tinkdw said you also believe that s13 may be the last season of spn. Was just wondering, maybe you wrote some post about it somewhere? I'll be very interested in reading it ☺️

Hello, my lovely - and I am so very sorry for the late reply! I have actually not written a post about my brewing conviction that SPN is ready to move into Wrapping It Up territory. So here are my thoughts! :)

Tink is indeed right: I have believed for quite some time now that S13 will most likely be the final season. I’ve thought this because of how the narrative is beginning to tie back to the beginning, through callbacks and a very clear push towards - what I firmly believe - will be a positive endgame.

Narratively there are three acts - or parts - to a story. There can be five, or seven, or however many goddamn acts the writer deems fit for the story they want to tell, but the Alpha and the Omega - Aristotle - divided his story structure into three distinctive parts: the Beginning, the Middle, the End

Simple enough. 

So here are my personally cobbled together Acts Specifics:

  • Act One sets up all the story elements that will be integral to the narrative.
  • Act Two takes these story elements to further explore, deepen and evolve the narrative.
  • Act Three reveals the hidden truths of the chosen story elements and delivers on the promise of the premise by answering the thematic question posed in Act One and picked up on with every new Story Beat throughout the narrative.

So, Act Three gives us the juicy bits:

  • it’s where the bigger picture is finally beginning to reveal itself
  • it’s where the good storyteller will avoid bringing in any new elements that will sincerely jar with what has come before, and instead use all the foreshadowing set up in Act One and furthered in Act Two to provide a Twist that feels unexpected, and yet unavoidable 
  • The Twist is what sets off the narrative’s movement into Act Three and pushes the momentum of the Plot and Character Arcs towards Climax. (yes, that’s what it’s called) (don’t look at me like that) (or do) (I kinda like it) (*flirty*) (moving on)

To my mind, Act Three of the SPN narrative began with 11x01, because S11 focused so entirely on our Protagonist - that would be Dean - taking huge, huge steps towards his endgame by realising he’s in love with Cas.

This undeniable love is what has facilitated Dean’s character growth since S4, so for him to actually understand his own emotions and being forced to admit them to himself is monumentally important for him reaching his endgame.

Reaching his endgame - self-worth through self-acceptance - will reward him with a long and happy life with the man he loves. Just to be clear.

And, to my mind, admitting his emotions to himself has informed his attitude and actions throughout S12, so the growth spurt of S11 was not for nothing and they kept building on it, giving us tension and confusion and a mixtape.

The Twist that S11 offered us, then, was introducing Amara into the narrative. 

Originally posted by casclaire

  • Amara is not something new thrown in last minute
  • She is an Act Three Standard as she is in fact a Callback
  • She is a Callback to all the women who came before her
  • She is what Dean before Cas might actually have been seduced by
  • She is everything Dean has always convinced himself he should want, everything any average viewer would assume he does want
  • But Dean’s love for Cas is true love and it blocks every last attempt from Amara to control Dean’s heart

Amara’s first purpose in the narrative is to underline Dean’s love for Cas for the sake of us, the audience.

  • She is continually a Mirror Opposite for Cas throughout the season
  • This places her firmly in the Not What Dean Wants At All Ever Box 
  • As Cas occupies his Everything I Could Ever Want and Need Box
  • Amara is placed in her box in every single scene she shares with Dean 
  • Yes, even that kiss between them, because it is so very clearly not what Dean wants, which is put in dialogue twice: with Casifer and with Sam

Amara’s second purpose in the narrative is to highlight Dean’s love for Cas in order for Dean to admit to himself how he feels.

  • Amara tells Dean they are bonded, tying herself inexorably to Cas’ statement of how he and Dean share a profound bond 
  • Amara states that she and Dean were meant for each other, intruding on his Free Will as she tries to make him understand there’s nothing he can do and he should just give in
  • But Dean’s heart is completely filled up with Cas, and Amara’s Mirror Opposite is only working to make him more and more aware of this
  • Because Cas is all Dean cares about, worries about, truly wants
  • Amara’s statements are true, just not when applied to her: they can only be applied to Cas
  • With one significant difference: Dean would choose Cas in a heart beat, of his own Free Will, no coercion, no tricks, no power plays needed
  • And Dean slowly comes to realise this during the seasonal narrative

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

(Chuck’s face. Chuck’s face. Chuck’s goddamn face! *shipper*)

Dean realising he’s actually in love with Cas is a Big Push Forward for our Protagonist, and as our Protagonist’s Journey moves forward, so does the narrative itself, because without the Journey, the narrative flounders.

So then, that’s my reason for believing we’re in the final stretch here: the journey for every main character is coming to its head. It’s also my reason for not believing they’ll want to drag this narrative out for a whole lotta more seasons.

I find it hard to believe they’d even want to drag it out for two more whole seasons, especially after how S12 ended with every character leaping and bounding forward in their character growth:

  • Dean’s walls torn down (or blown to rubble via grenade launcher)
  • The brodependency crumbling
  • Sam stepping into his shiny Leader of MoL boots
  • Cas’ death, that simply must be setting him up for a much needed rebirth

All of the main character arcs aren’t moving at glacier pace anymore, they are fucking snowballing towards endgame.

Originally posted by princesscas

I can understand that they’d want to go for that 300th episode, however.

After JiB8 and the J2 panel, where both Jared and Jensen spoke positively about, possibly, doing a shorter season (though airily and not really in reference to a final season at all) I’m musing over whether this might be what they’re planning. That episode 300 will be their last. 

Jensen mentioned during an on-set interview that they don’t know how long they’ll go for, that they have the studio and network fully behind them, and that, as long as there is a good story to tell, they’re all willing to stay with it. This comment made me feel, more than ever, that they are all invested in this narrative and they know that it’s coming full circle.

They are closing the narrative, they are bringing it home, they are pushing it towards that climactic moment, when the characters have learned all their lessons, when the plot line is ready to reflect this, and the narrative can be tied up in a satisfactory and emotionally fulfilling way.

So even if S13 isn’t the absolute last, I do wonder if we’ll actually get a full S14.

But, hey, these writers are brilliant at what they do. I am in jaw-drop awe of how they have built the Destiel love story for going on 10 seasons now, so I am absolutely certain that if they wanted to go for longer than episode 300, they are all more than capable of delivering something fucking amazing. 

And let’s not despair if SPN is actually ending!! Not only will there be Wayward Daughters, I’ve no doubt! The SPN Family will continue and it will flourish! And we’ll have over a decade’s worth of glorious television to watch and watch again and then watch with friends and coerced family and slowly we can brainwash our work colleagues into our obsession until, finally - world domination. All the domination, peeps.

And rainbows. Always rainbows.

Marvel Preference- Who is the good cop parent and who is the bad cop parent

Tony is the good cop parent and does not punish your child one single bit. Even if they’re on time out Tony will blow kisses and pull silly faces to make them feel better. You on the other hand believe that children need punishment if they’ve done something bad and you always dish out the punishments.

Ororo is the good cop and they pretty much have her wrapped around their little finger. She will sacrifice so much for these kids and always put her own comfort aside for them. You on the other hand believe that children need to learn that life isn’t always fair and we can’t wait on them 100% of the time. 

Natasha is the good cop, she is super supportive and almost has them wrapped in cotton wool. She’s the first one to notice when they’re upset and will give them kisses and love no matter how old they are. You also want to support your child but believe they shouldn’t be wrapped in cotton wool and need to deal with problems themselves sometimes. 

Steve is the bad cop and is very protective of your child. They are barley allowed to go out, can’t date anyone and he has to meet all their friends and their parents before any form of hanging out happens. You on the other hand are the good cop and let your children have fun and always say yes to them going out.