return of the cassette

The future - and it is showing us this loud and clear

This episode was amazing. After flailing and basically shouting all day I am so happy and so excited that I joined tumblr - the quality of posts today has been excellent, both humorous and inciteful and I LOVE YOU ALL :)

I hope its ok I’m going to tag a few great posts in this to reference as I don’t want to go over stuff other people have already meta-d about so excellently!

This episode, titled the future, seems to me to be Dabb basically telling us what he wants for the next part of the show, the “better way” that he wants to take it.

So here are my main bullet points that I will expand on a little below and link those excellent posts to where relevant:

A. Sam 

Sam is clearly portrayed again, recurrently as the researcher, the “brains” of the operation (before you say ‘Dean is so clever though!’ I’m just pointing out Sam’s love of the scholarly side of things and how this is where he fits). Sam’s endgame must now be to head up the MoL/hunter network in this respect.

B. Sam and Dean 

They work so well as a team here, Sam putting a tracker in Cas’s phone while he’s distracted by Dean, researching v whatever Dean was doing (maybe making a pining mixtape along the lines of “all by myself” and “I miss you” “please come home”, BUT they are shown as different people, with different interests, skills and relationships - with Cas for example, & not codependent. Again hammering this home in this episode. THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS.


This whole episode is one big love fest. We went from one ‘wow I can’t believe they just did that!’ to the next to the next with hardly enough time for us to catch out breath! WHAT WAS THIS EPISODE?!

OK, so we have :

1. My Romeo & Juliet / Gaze up Trope Balcony Meta.

2. The Mixtape Meta, another EXPLICIT romantic trope by @drsilverfish.

3. The Dean “keep it” parallels, the first one that came to my mind was Arwen (another human+ / eternal being who decided to relinquish immortality couple):

Aragon: this belongs to you.
Arwen: keep it, it was a gift… it is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.

But also all the other ‘gift’ tropes, the standard romantic trope that when a couple breaks up you return the gifts…. I think Cas wasn’t sure he was going to be forgiven, after Dean’s outburst in the war room, so he goes to return the cassette, but Dean does forgive him nearly instantaneously, which actually makes it even worse that he has to steal the colt straight after…

5. The difference between Sastiel and Destiel again emphasised, more and more this season. I don’t think I even have to detail this, just, basically the whole episode shows this.

6. This magnificent gifset by @magnificent-winged-beast which shows the difference between Dean’s angst at actually watching the colt get destroyed and the potential killing of Cas…

Slight aside - Performing!Dean. 

This magnificent gifset that shows Dean’s facade coming down, he doesn’t even attempt to make it sound less ‘gay’ when he tells Sam that Cas came to his room, played him and took the colt from his secret hiding place under his pillow, he even looks down before he says it like he KNOWS how it is going to sound but says it anyway. 

source: @yourfavoritedirector.

And Sam doesn’t even flinch. YES THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS!

4. SO…WHY is Dean still doing everything he did for Cas during this episode and still defending him to Sam even though he appeared pissed and Cas repeatedly betrayed him?

Well, in 12x12 Cas said “I love you”, clearly understood by Dean (and Sam to be directed at Dean). There was no real reciprocation though from Dean, other than Dean family-zoning him and Sam’s fantastic “we are doing this for you, Cas”. 

So regarding Dean, Cas is hurt and believes it isn’t reciprocated. Now Dean is pissed and still using the WE card at every turn, so what is a celestial being to do? Cas assumes this is the end, that there is no hope, he returns the mixed tape. BUT Dean says no keep it, this is NOT the end. 

Cas understands that this is therefore not the end, but it is complicated. He explains that he wanted to “come back with a win for you…. for myself”. He wants this for Dean and for himself, this is very important, everything he is doing now and in the future is NOT all about Dean, there is his own agency and morality involved here too.

For Cas, when it comes to it, he wants this reciprocation of his love of course, but right now he has bigger fish to fry and really he wants to protect Sam and Dean and save the world

Now, going back to the “what the hell is wrong with you man?” followed by an awkward silence…. and where Cas then goes to return the gift. Yes, Cas feels that he has said his piece in 12x12 and is rebuffed, but meanwhile Dean is struggling with what Cas has said and everything else that is going on. He has a lot on his plate, not only Cas but his own personal history, his deep seated issues that he is clearly working on this season (see all the performing!Dean facade crumbling meta going around), his issues around his mother, the BMoL, Lucifer, the nephilim…. I mean that is a lot for an emotionally healthy person let a lone DEAN WINCHESTER.

Dean is trying to say / show how he feels he’s just rubbish at it, but he’s getting better!

“We?” “Yes dumbass, WE.” This is his forgiveness. And it is betrayed just moments later. But does this stop him trusting Cas again? NO.

THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. For their dynamic, to show that they still do ultimately trust each other.


Oh, and I just need to add how desperate I am for Sam to turn to Dean soon and just say “No, Dean, this is between you and Cas, stop bringing me into this”. PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL BE GOOD! I mean, how repeated, consistent and out of place it was (I mean, not only to shippers, I think anyone would think it was out of place the way it was portrayed in their personal conversation in Dean’s room) - this has got to be addressed, no?!

 5. A better way

So. What does this mean moving forwards?

Well, firstly, I have moved from being 85% sure Destiel would be endgame to about 95% sure. Lets be real. This episode cements this. Whether you like it or not, it’s happening.

So, what is the better way?

Overall, it seems that Dabb wants to move things forwards. And his key points all season are Free Will, breaking from past repressions and negative influences, moving forwards with what the characters choose and want for their endgame and for sure now endgame Destiel.

I have in the past speculated about quite a lot of stuff, some right and some… still to be seen and some not right, but the overall arc speculation that I saw foreshadowed since early season 12 is RIGHT ON TRACK.

Now, the question is will Dabb go backwards and go to the old, standard SPN ways where probably Dean and Cas will be separated, Cas will be wrong again in his trust in the nephilim - it WILL be evil (rehash of s6 and s8) and he will need to be ‘broken’ from the mind control by Dean in a stronger crypt scene etc etc etc.

Or will he move forwards, onto a “better way”? Will we get another s11 ‘happy ending’? Where it appears all good but there is still stuff going on behind the scenes for s13… Or maybe a not so happy ending but that ultimately will be resolved happily? 

Maybe the baby has it’s grace removed (so glad this is an option it was driving me insane that they hadn’t mentioned it by now!) OR it’s not evil at all! it’s the ANTI-anti-Christ, it chose Cas because he is Lucifer’s mirror in that he LOVES Humanity. I mean, the whole point of the show is agency, free will and not being forced to follow the result of your parentage / past ….especially this season with Sam and Dean’s arcs….

Maybe human!Cas, potential hunter Daddies, Cas staying at home calling Dean while he’s out on MOTW hunts with Sam being all “Dean there’s poop everywhere, I’m sorry it got on your favourite shirt, but please please come home this is so hard!” “OK babe, don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow, the case was a milk run!” when actually Dean nearly died and Sammy saved the day and…. etc because really? what are we supposed to think from that motel scene? With Cas smiling all cute and using the world “righteous” when talking about the kids future guardian?! (and Kelly survives if we are going to be extra nice).

Maybe Lucifer will die / be dealt with and it is the MoL that are the big bad next year…..aiding the overall future arc of TFW as leaders of the MoL/Hunter collaboration (Chuck I hope so).

Or will it be a mix of the two?

Well my money is on that it will be a mix….  


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Bulk Film: 101

What is bulk film and why should you use it: A guide to saving money while shooting more film!

If there’s one thing film shooters know, it’s that film is expensive. It’s not as much as buying a Phase One medium format DSLR, but it’s still far more expensive than it used to be in the days or yore. Of course developing your own film at home can save you heaps on lab processing fees, but what about saving on actual film?

One of the easiest ways to save money when shooting 35mm film is to invest in bulk loading equipment. While it may technically be possible, bulk loading 120 film would not be practical for multiple reasons, particularly spooling and backing paper. However for 35mm, the process is quite simple and helps you get a lot more bang for your buck.

What is bulk film?

Bulk film is a massive roll of 35mm film that you load into empty cassettes and cut on on your own. It usually comes in 100 ft rolls, allowing you to spool between 18-20 rolls of 36 exposure film. The actual number of rolls you get from a bulk roll will depend on the type of loader you have.

So just as an example, as of February 2016 a 100ft roll of Ilford HP5 Plus 400 runs around $69. If we go on the lower end and divide by 18 rolls, that means you pay $3.83 per roll of 36 exposure. Currently, Ilford offers a 5-pack for $29.99 or $5.99 per roll, and single rolls at $8.99. Now let’s look at a 100ft roll of Ultrafine 400 black and white film, which currently sells at $35.95; again on the low end of 18 rolls you’d now be paying $1.99 per roll of 36 exposure. That’s literally cheaper than film was in the 80s and 90s - no joke.

As you can see the savings add up quickly with bulk film, even after taking into account the supplies needed to to it.  A home darkroom or complex equipment isn’t necessary to load your own bulk film. The process is surprisingly easy and economic, which is why it’s such a great option for saving money if you shoot a lot.

Here’s what you need to roll your own bulk film:

To take the above price comparisons further, let’s say you buy a set of empty cassettes for $19.95 and a bulk film daylight loader for $59, plus two 100 ft rolls of the aforementioned Ilford HP5 Plus 400, you’re still only paying $6 per roll and that will continue to go down the more you shoot since you already have the loading equipment. (Side note: you can also use a regular bulk film loader with a dark bag or a light-proof room if you happen to have one.)

Canister vs. Cassette

There can be some confusion for new film shooters between canisters and cassettes, particularly because both are available in bulk. Cassettes, pictured above, are the metal containers that hold the film. You’ll absolutely need these to roll your bulk film and put it in your camera. Canisters, however, are the plastic containers that hold your film cassettes. They can be practical for storing your film, protecting from moisture and organizing. While they are recommended, they are not essential for rolling or shooting bulk film.

Black and White Vs. Color

While it used to be possible to find some types of color film available in bulk, most have been discontinued. Black and white is far more common - making it both easier to find and easier to deal with. If you get your black and white film developed in a lab, they can keep your cassettes and return them to you with your negatives and contact sheets (or scans.) If you do manage to find some bulk color film, more power to you!

Have a look at this awesome video from Matt Day on How To Load Bulk Film:

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Just Let Me Sleep (Peter Quill x reader)

Request:  flamethrower45 said:Hi!!! Ily so much!!!!!!!!!! And I like freaked out when I saw requests were open!! Could you please do a guardians of the galaxy Peter x reader where they find her in a coma and Peter recognized her from when he was on earth and lots of angst and stuff?!?! Please?!?!? THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU’RE LIKE MY FAVORITE WRITER, SO STAY BEAUTIFUL!!!!! And remember to watch your language XD

“What’s your name?”

“Peter.  What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).  Why are you here?”

“My mom’s sick, so we’re here to see her.”

You sat next to the boy who looked close to the same age as you, playing games and talking, waiting for hours for either one of you to get word from your families that it was time to go.  Peter’s was called away first, and was gone for a long time before you saw him again, running out the front doors of the building and into the parking lot.

“Are you okay?” you called out to him as you followed.

“Leave me alone,” he whispered between his tears.  “Just…I want to be alone, (Y/N).”

“Sure, Peter.  It’s gonna be okay.”  You didn’t know for certain what had happened, but you hoped that it really would be okay for him.  Before you reached the doors to go back in, a bright light illuminated behind you; by the time you turned around, your new friend was gone.  You took a few steps towards where he had been, and the light returned, this time flooding over you.


Peter grabbed the cassette and slipped it into the stereo, pushing the play button and feeling ready to dance.

Nothing happened.

“What the…?”  He felt a rush of panic, pressing more buttons, taking the tape out and inspecting it, returning it to the player and trying again. Still nothing.

“No, no, no, no, this can’t happen!” he yelled, quickly getting the attention of his teammates. “You guys, this can’t happen!”

“SHUT UP!  I’m trying to sleep over here!”

“Good!  Finally an end to that insufferable noise once and for all.”

Quill looked back at the group with shock, holding his hand to his chest, clearly hurt.  “I thought you guys liked it!”  He stood quickly and pointed harshly at Gamora, “I saw you dancing just yesterday!”

“You have no proof,” she groaned and rolled back over in her bunk.  

Peter turned back to his stereo, his face covered in sadness and disbelief.  He sighed when a large hand rested on his shoulder, putting his own over it to accept the sentiment.  “Thanks, man.”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “me too, pal.  Me too.”


As Peter wandered around the shop in the middle of nowhere, he was disheartened by the lack of anything that could help him fix his stereo.  The shelves and broken down tables were filled with various pieces of space junk and items tagged as ‘vintage’ to attract buyers, when really they were just old garbage.  He haphazardly tossed the worthless items around as he searched, beginning to feel like he would never find what he needed.

“Come on, man, it’ll be okay,” Rocket said, moving alongside him.  “Maybe it’s time to move on.  It’s a sign.” He jumped up on the table when an item caught his eye, but quickly returned to the floor when he found it to be junk.  “It’s a sign that it was a piece of garbage to start with,” he whispered under his breath.

“That’s not the attitude I need right now, alright?  Would it kill ya to be supportive in my time of need?”  Peter moved towards the back of the old shop, all but defeated now.  “I’m never gonna find what I need here,” he groaned. He was about to turn around and gather everyone to leave when something caught his eye.  He walked up to the old cryogenic tube and pulled away the scrap of dusty cloth that covered it.

“No way,” he gasped, “there’s no way…”

“What is this?”  Drax approached from behind, walking around the tube, tapping his hand on the cover and wiping the dust away from the control panel.  “How will this help you to fix your music player?”

“Um,” Peter said in a quiet voice, “well, it won’t.  But I…I think I know this girl.”  His expression saddened as he stared at you, still in disbelief that you could be the friend he had made so many years ago and so far away.

Quill grabbed the price tag hanging from the side of the tube and gasped, “are you serious? There’s no way that I can afford this.”

The shopkeeper approached, seeing that the group had gathered around you.  “I see that you’ve found something of interest?”  He moved to the foot of the tube and shook his head, “just so you know, there’s no way to open this.  It was found with no instruction and I have yet to meet anyone who has seen another.  It’s nothing more than decoration.”

Peter hadn’t heard a word that the shopkeeper had said, slowly moving his hand over the window that gave him his view of you.  “I’ll take it,” he whispered.  

“But you just said-“

He put his hand up to quiet Drax, and looked to the shopkeeper, “it’s pretty heavy,” he said, attempting to lift one corner and pretending to fail, “you got anything in back that we can haul it out on?”  The man looked at Peter and Drax skeptically, but relented and made his way through the back door of the building.  

Peter grabbed the top of the tube and pointed at the other end, “alright, big man, grab that end and let’s get the hell outta here.”

“Are you serious?!” Rocket exclaimed, “you’re gonna risk it for a frozen girl that you can never wake up?  How desperate are you, Quill?”

“Just shut it and run, would ya?”

The group had just made it to the door when shots began to fire around them, the unassuming shopkeeper now in a full rage and chasing behind them.  “Get back here, you thief!  Get back here right now!”

“Maybe run a little faster guys!”


Once back aboard the ship and safely in flight, Peter sat quietly along side of you, resting his chin in his hand and absentmindedly pressing the buttons on the tube with the other.  He barely knew anything about you from the short time you had spent together, but he knew that it was the right thing to do to take you from that shop.

“Hey,” Gamora whispered, resting her hand on his arm, “you okay?”

Peter took a deep breath and sat back in his chair, still looking at you.  “Yeah, yeah I’m good.  I just don’t understand how…”

“You might never know. You need to be ready for that, Quill.”

He simply nodded as she walked away, not knowing how to respond to her.  “I wish I could play a song for you,” he whispered to you, “but just your luck, the biggest loser in the galaxy had to be the one to find you.”

Peter pulled the cassette from his pack and reached over to his stereo, hoping for a miracle.  He slid it into the machine and squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the play button down slowly.  His eyes opened quickly with delight when the music began.

“Look at that,” he said with a smile, “I guess I found what I needed after all.”

@aphobic-soundwave asked for the cassettes beating the fuck out of homophobes

Soundwave perks up, the human conversation disturbing him from his intended task. The words that spew from the organic creatures mouth break his metal heart, “Gay people are so disgusting.” He puts his hand on his chest, thoughts running through his otherwise organized mind. He decides to let them out. Not seconds later do Rumble and Frenzy are happily prancing around under the sun’s blistering heat, Ravage running around Soundwave’s legs, his tail wagging. Soundwave puts a finger up to his mask and Laserbeak lands on his owner’s shoulder. They tune into the conversation yet again, they human still blurting out disgusting slurs and insults. It became obvious what the cassettes had to do. They rush around the corner: a horrified scream, excited laughing, the sounds of trouble itself. An invisible smile graces Soundwave’s hidden face as the cassettes return, giggling and hopping from spot to spot. He picks up the two twins hugging them close, the gang continues on.

Thirteen reasons why by Jay Asher

“Clay Jensen returns home, finds a bunch of cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker - his classmater and first love - who commited suicide two weeks earlier”

Okay before I get into the nitty gritty, if you have picked this book up after watching the series, drop what you think goes on. The show is needlessly stretched out and dramatised to the point of unrecognition.

The book is set over the course of two days and I enjoyed the way Clays and Hannahs narative are interwoven, it’s a clever book.
Some bits were hard to read, as you could imagine but it doesn’t strain the reader.
I read this in one sitting and would suggest it to 16 years up due to the rape scenes and suicide mentions, obviously.

Jay I’m sorry your book got demolished in favour of being sensationalised.

How Do You Talk 4/?

Chapter 1: How Do You Talk? 

Chapter 2: In the Air

Chapter 3 - The Words To Define

A/N: So sorry it’s taken so long. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. This chapter just did not want to go where I wanted it to. So onward…

Chapter 4: Tell Me, Tell Me

Finn and Rae were rather awkwardly sat on her couch, alternating looks between each other and the walls.

Finn let out a huff, “So..”

Which seemed to be the extent of his pondering.

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Hyper Sleep

Summary: A short ficlet I wrote for Cleversnail

Bad Cop battles insomnia and Benny plays some music to help him sleep. 

Warnings: Implied past abuse (non-specified), anxiety/panic/alluded-to panic attack, insomnia, drugs are mentioned (pot lol), mild swearing, and I think that’s about it. 

Pairings: Coppernauts (Space Police, OTP: Whatever Your Name Is), very vaguely implied Bad Business. 

Author’s Notes: I love you Cleversnail, you rock. ^_^ *blows space kisses lol*

Word Count: 715

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What Is This Feeling?

Cas x Reader


Castiel’s POV:

“Dean, hurry up, we don’t have all day!” (Y/N) said to the eldest Winchester before looking at me with her (y/e/c) eyes with a small smile. “You ready Castiel?”

She always used my full name, which, considering Sam and Dean’s tendencies to call me by my shortened name made me grateful she used my full one.

I gave a nod. “Of course.”

She smiled as Dean walked over carrying his bag full of various weapons. “This’ll be a slow hunt, stake out. Odds are we may not see anything.” He explained and I stared at his bag. “You don’t seem to think so.” I told him.

Dean shrugged before tossing the bag in his black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. “You can never be too sure.”

I looked around, normally Sam would be with us, it seemed odd that only Dean would be accompanying us. “Where is Sam?” I asked and Dean sighed. “Wasn’t feeling too hot. Let’s hit the road, we’re losing daylight.”

Being as though nobody had thought to tell me where the “stakeout” was going to be, I was stuck sitting in the back of the car. (Y/N) sat in the back with me.

“You always seem a little lonely back here by yourself.” She told me, (Y/N) always was considerate in that way.

At first she wasn’t, she was a little wary of me, as the Winchesters were.

Slowly she came to trust me.

As she looked at me, even if only for a second, there was this feeling I got. It wasn’t something I could put into words, a longing almost.

This feeling was alien to me, yet whenever she was around it seemed to return.

Her eyes flashed away and she nodded to the cassette tapes. “Put on some music, it’ll be a long drive without it. Wake me up when we get there.” She told me before curling up in the seat to fall asleep.

Dean was silent and would glance in the rear view mirror at her every so often.

Now, I had seen the way he looked at some women, how he looked at (Y/N) was different. A real feeling of…what he called love…?

Every time I caught him looking at her I felt a surge of protectiveness, (Y/N) hadn’t said she shared the same feelings so Dean should stop staring at her. Maybe it was my own selfish feeling…

Could I really be feeling love?

Love was such a complicated, foreign, human concept that it was difficult to wrap my brain around it. Humans also say there are different types of love. A mother’s love for a baby, a brother’s or sister’s live for their sibling…or love in a different way.

One word could mean so many different things I felt afraid to admit I may be feeling it for (Y/N).

Knowing the luck that tended to follow me, she wouldn’t feel the same love for me.

“Cas, you okay?” Dean asked and I glanced up. “Fine, why?” “I dunno, you seem distant. More distant than usual.” He admitted, tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the tape that was gently playing.


There was a silence, and I looked over at (Y/N) lying next to me. Her soft breaths while she slept with her (y/h/c) hair falling into her face.

I had to resist the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Finally, we got there and I tapped her shoulder.

We wouldn’t be staying in the car, more so going to a bar. It was beyond me why kind of stakeout this was, before Dean ran a ham through his hair as he looked at the bar with a grin.

“Supposedly there’s a witch in this town who hangs around the bar. We’re going to keep our eyes peeled, and in order for that,” he slipped his arm around (Y/N)’s waist, “we need to act inconspicuous. So I’ll pretend to be (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

I knew her well enough to know even if she was uncomfortable with something, she didn’t like to cause a scene if it concerned one of the people he cared about. So Dean “pretending” to date her, was perfect for him because she wouldn’t say anything.

Was it just me or did she seem to give me an apologetic look?

I wanted to take Dean’s hand off of her.

“Dean, where does that leave Castiel?” She asked, taking his arm off of her for the time being and he shrugged. “The angle drank a liquor store once, I’m sure he could fit into the bar scene.”

“Thanks.” I said, fighting to keep my tone even.

Soon we were headed in, Dean with a huge grin, and (Y/N) fought to keep an calm air around her. I followed behind.

An hour passed and I had barely touched the beer I had ordered because I tried to keep looking down the bar a stool to my left to check on Dean and (Y/N).

He seemed to be having the time of his life, bragging (he would probably deny and at he was “informing”) to anybody who would listen that he had the best girlfriend.

One guy was eying her and frowned. “You think you’re all that, I haven’t seen you kiss her once!” He exclaimed and I stood up.

Nobody paid me any notice because their eyes were all on my friends.

Dean wants me to blend into the bar scene? Fine.

I staggered for all I was worth as I passed by the two and happened to spill my half drank bottle of beer on Dean.

Clumsy me as some people would put it.

“Damn, Cas.” Dean grumbled as he shook his head, wiping it off of him. “Now I have to go get changed. Stay here for now.”

He left without another word, and apparently I played off my staggering pretty well because even (Y/N) looked at me worried. “Castiel, are you okay?” “I may have bumped into him on purpose.” I muttered, sitting down next to her as I set the bottle down on the bar.

Her eyes narrowed at me. “What?”

“Dean was going to kiss you, and I know you wouldn’t say anything because it’s in your nature but I couldn’t let him do that.” I blurted out, wanting to curse myself but also feeling a bit of relief at the same time.

She unexpectedly smiled softly. “Thanks, I’m glad you noticed. Do you think he was being a bit over the top?” She asked me, leaning forward and I nodded. “Yes. He…I think he loves you.”

Her eyes widened, had she been that blind, maybe that word meant more to her than it did to me?

“I’m not quite sure the definition of it but the way he looks at you…I think he does. Every time I saw him look at you that way I just felt-…” I couldn’t finish my statement.

She looked up at me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t we get some air?”

Outside was a crystal clear night and Dean was nowhere to be seen.

The moon shines above us and she looked up at it. “Beautiful.” She murmured. “Yeah.” I replied looking at her.

She swatted my arm with her hand. “You aren’t even looking up at it.”

“I know.” I told her, then, I understood the definition of love.

I felt it.

Something so amazing it couldn’t be put into words, which was the beauty of it.

She blushed slightly under the pale light and looked at the ground. “The moon is more beautiful than I am.

I stepped closer to her and held her hand, surprising us both, it just seemed the natural thing to do.

"You humans and your definition of beauty,” I murmured with a hake of my head, “you are unique, kind, caring, strong, and one of a kind. That to me is beautiful. You don’t have to be anything else in my eyes.”

“Castiel…” She muttered, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “That’s…thank you.”

She took her hand out of mine and wrapped her arms around me in an embrace, and I held her back. No angel in heaven could ever know the bliss of holing somebody in their arms. I used to be one of them, thinking about how foolish humans were and how much meaning they pathetically put with the term of love.

Knowing it now, I see how foolish I was.

It’s more powerful than anything we could have created.

“I love you, (Y/N).” I whispered, and I could feel her smiling as she looked at me.

Perhaps this stakeout had been worth the while.


hoseok goes to america on a dance scholarship for a year and seokjin finds that it’s really hard to fall asleep alone in a big bed and then he gets a small black cassette in the mail one day with no name or return address and he doesn’t even know who uses cassette players anymore, but when he plays it, there’s hoseok’s voice telling him all about new york city and the empire state building and basically hoseok sends seokjin love notes from america to lull him to sleep

Itsy Bitsy Spider - Part 2

Summary: Reader x Dean (though not a lot of it yet tbh). You set out on your hunt for the spider-woman who is killing men in a town near by with your temporary hunting buddies.

Triggers: Spiders!

Word Count: 3358

Y/N = Your name

Part 1   Part 3   Part 4  Epilouge


“It looks like she’s trying to create an army of these monsters,” You said, the boys going quiet after you spoke taking in the news.

“Shit,” Dean muttered under his breath. The four of you shot into motion at the same time. The men quickly grabbing theircoats and throwing you a spare army green jacket they had lying around to takethe place of the thinner material of the coat you’d worn inside. Following them you let them lead the way out of the massive underground bunker and up to a waiting car.

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