the truth is still absolute

Taken (Part Eight)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader
Summary: When Sam, the reader’s fiancee, is kidnapped with no explanation, the reader uses the help of Dean to find her lost love.  However, many unforeseen things happen on the journey to find Sam. How will Dean and the reader deal with developing feelings for one another?
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,800
Tags: canon-level gore/violence, situational angst, eventual Dean x Reader
A/N: It’s almost heeeeere!



Dean was gone by the time you woke up.  After blindly reaching a hand out to feel an empty warm spot on the mattress beside you, you opened your eyes.  It took a second to adjust to the bright light peaking through the window and you sat up, blinking.

Dean stood over the other bed, getting ready for the day.  This process consisted of stripping and cleaning all of his weapons before carefully putting them back together.  He was nearly finished, now working on his favorite pistol.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! 'all the episode did in general was tick yet another (possibly the last) item off of the long list of ‘obstacles in the way of actual canon Destiel’ can I ask what you meant by that, and what the other boxes are or were? thank you!

Hii. :) 

Blah, I wish I had a short answer, but I really don’t. :p Do you want a long one or? 

Basically, if you start by looking at all of the most popular excuses that anti Destiel people use to claim that it should/could never go canon, you’ll easily find the most common obstacles on the list. 

The thing is, at some point all of these obstacles WERE legit obstacles to worry about, but the show has been slowly but steadily getting them out of the way one by one. 

If a couple of years ago you would’ve asked me ‘do you think it is at all possible for Destiel to become a canon thing on the show’, I would’ve answered: Yes, but not before…

Whereas now my answer would be: ‘I don’t trust these writers to deliver, but TECHNICALLY speaking, nothing much is in the way anymore.’

Some of the most prominent examples:

✓ The vessel/consent issue

“If Destiel went canon it would be rape! Jimmy is still in there!” 

Although it had been talked about before by writers/people involved in the show, it was never mentioned as a fact on the actual show. Season 10 took care of that for good, by letting Castiel literally say to Claire that her father is gone, and has been gone for a long time. As a bonus, they right away back it up with an actual scene of Jimmy and Amelia in Heaven, showing us that what we’re being told is the absolute truth. 

Bonus in 11x18 re “but that’s still not really Cas, and Dean would be weirded out to be with him like that”.

We get the answer to that when Sam (bless his soul) tries to stay rational and talks about how ‘it’s a strong vessel, Dean’ and Dean immediately snaps at his brother ‘IT’S NOT AN IT, IT’S CAS!’ That’s how he sees that, he sees that as actually Cas, and that is also a very important box that needed ticking.  

✓ Dean’s sexuality

“But Dean isn’t gay!”

True, he isn’t gay. But…

Let me kindly point you to this looooong complete list with all the proof of Dean’s bisexuality.

It’s a huuuuge list, because there’s so much evidence. So much so that it would be easier to prove that he’s attracted to both men and women, than it would be to prove that he has to be seen as 100% straight. (As explained at the bottom of that post.)

The thing with Gunnar the wrestler in season 11 sealed the deal for me, Dean was literally drooling over/crushing on a hot wrestler, while Sam was having a thing going on with an attractive female at the very same time. 

If you’re going to say ‘Oh no, Dean was just fan boying, they weren’t interested in each other like that’, then your heteronormativity goggles are glued to your face to the point where I honestly can’t help you. It would be the equivalent of ‘Oh no, that one guy isn’t fucking that other guy in the ass, he’s just giving him a prostate exam. With his dick. Look that condom COULD be a rubber glove!’

Lame jokes aside, you all understand what I’m getting at. 

Granted, even with the many hints, we haven’t actually seen Dean with a man (yet), but imo there’s been enough hinting at Dean’s not-straightness that for everyone with a pair of functioning eyes, it shouldn’t come as too much of a shock when Dean finally embraces it and gives in to his desires. Especially when it includes a person that he’s been stuck in so many romantic tropes with that I lost count.

✓ The Bromance Zone

“They’re just very close friends, not everything has to be romantic or made gay!”

Surprisingly, for the most part thrown out of the way again recently by Buckleming in 11x18. 

Yes, two guys can be close pals who are friends who are buddies. Agreed! Except, we have a perfect never ending parallel in season 11 (and the rest of the show, tbh, 7x01, 9x03, 11x03, to name a random few), namely the difference between how Sam reacts to losing Cas, and how Dean reacts to losing Cas. Team free will, they’re all brothers in arms, family, close friends… But the way Sam reacts to Cas being gone or in trouble, THAT is how a friend would react. Because Sam and Cas are good friends, the show has made that clear. But if Dean and Cas are also ‘just good friends’, how can it be that Dean’s reaction in S11 (and mostly 11x18) is so much different from Sam’s? 

Sam is standing there next to that circle of fire like a loyal friend would, ready to assist in whatever way he can if the opportunity presents itself, whereas Dean…

That guy was just a useless emotional wreck! Standing there, tears in his eyes when Lucifer mocks him, irrationally crying out Cas’ name over and over and over again, even when he knew that is was absolutely pointless to keep doing it. 

Whereas throughout the episode Sam tries to think logically about how to save their friend, Dean is led by nothing but his feelings. His heart. The heart choice. Snapping ‘IT’S NOT AN IT’, while it was obvious that Sam didn’t mean it like that at all. 

Dean has been shown pining over Cas episode after episode, even loses sleep over it, while Sam is always the one who tries to comfort his brother ‘we’ll get him back Dean’. It is NEVER the other way around.

How does that make sense if they’re all just close friends? The answer is: it doesn’t. Because we’ve been clearly shown once and for all the difference between how friends act (Sam/Cas) and how people act when there’s feelings involved (Cas/Dean). 

I’m not a Buckleming fan by any means, but credit where credit is due; you folks did well on this one.

✓ The spontaneous transformation into a Romantic Comedy

“If Destiel goes canon it will change THE ENTIRE show and what it’s about!”

And this is where we return to your original question. :p Because that is what I meant when I said that 11x19 removed another item from the list of obstacles. 

You see two hunter husbands and hey, it didn’t turn into light gay porn or a chick flick. It was still the same old SPN, these badass hunters weren’t straight but it changed absolutely nothing. Because it doesn’t have to change; merely because two people get into a relationship, doesn’t meant that the show has to become about their relationship. Or about their sexuality for that matter. 

Bonus message in the episode: It’s possible to care about both your brother and your lover. Say it louder for the people in the back.

So I suspect that all of the above contributes to the hopes for canon Destiel currently being higher than ever, because technically, the writers have addressed pretty much all of the issues that people could possibly have with it. 

As in: ‘if you don’t like the ship you don’t like it and that’s your prerogative, but if we do decide to go through with it, your biggest arguments have already been shot down because we already took care of them.’

Do not take this post as me saying ‘IT’S GONNA GO CANON OMG’ though. I’m only saying that right now it’s -technically- a very realistic possibility. 

He woke up like this (seriously)

TLDR: In which Javert is a super skeptical art professor, Grantaire has no chill, and Enjolras’ existence is doubted because he is literally too flawless to be real.

(Based on this post.)

So the thing was this: saying Enjolras is sort of good-looking is the same thing as saying he’s sort of amazing, which is patently wrong. Correct answer: Enjolras is beautiful. That’s the best way to describe him. “Attractive” is too vague, “gorgeous” is too corny, and “cool” is a gigantic lie because Enjolras is a nerd. An intensely passionate, terrifyingly brilliant nerd. But still a nerd.

Bottomline and absolute truth: Enjolras is beautiful. And he was Grantaire’s boyfriend. And when Grantaire tentatively asked him to be his model for a couple (a lot) of his pieces, Enjolras said yes. So like, Grantaire shouldn’t be blamed at all for drawing him. Or painting him. Or sculpting him.

He dares anyone with half an ability to produce any kind of art to not be inspired when they look at Enjolras’ face. Or hands. Or thighs. Or everything.

Grantaire always knew that Enjolras would bleed into other aspects of his life, and for the most part it was expected, because they’ve known each other for a long time. Their lives were already intertwined way before they got together.

He just never thought that its effects would be something like this.

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Oneshot: Right In Front

Emma and Regina are just friends at this point. Regina gets pregnant, and the father bails on her. Emma offers to raise the baby with her. – anonymous

Thank you for the prompt. Eventual SQ. Friendship growing into romance. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you all enjoy :)

Emma frowns as her phone buzzes on her desk. She was hoping to actually get home on time tonight but no such luck. She sighs swiping to accept the call, “Sheriff’s Station, you’ve reached Sheriff Swan.”


Regina’s voice sounds over the line and Emma’s frown deepens as she hears the threat of tears in her best friend’s voice. “Regina? What’s wrong?”

“How did you know something was wrong?”

“I know you,” Emma replies with a shrug, “What’s going on? I was just about to leave work…”

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Fit For A King

Pairing: Kagehina
Show: Haikyuu!! 

Kageyama isn’t the only one in the photograph. Hinata is with him, too, palms pressed to the gym floor and his head turned up to look right into Kageyama’s face, wearing that ridiculous flower crown with its sagging, wilting leaves and stems and petals, eyes bright and alive and Kageyama’s never really noticed before, how the sleeves of his jacket slide a little too far over his hands, how the collar creeps right up to his jaw, how the fabric hangs just the slightest bit too big over his frame, and he can see now why the Him in the picture looks the way he does.

(An early birthday gift for @seraphim-saurus!) 

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Part 3 of my Blind!Dean/CollegeStudent!Cas fic. Read the first two parts on my Ao3 here.

Dean was sweating. Badly.

Which was why he’d made sure to grab the shirt labeled ‘black’ in Braille, so his sweat stains wouldn’t show. His mother had warned him about that when he was a teenager, and it’d been unbelievably mortifying. At least she’d pulled him aside to let him know that visual people noticed things like ‘sweaty, crusty armpits.’ Which were words he never wanted to hear his mother say like, ever.

Now, he could only hope the stains wouldn’t show. He had to take her word for it that black was the best bet.

That was only part of the reason why he’d reserved the private room of his and Cas’s favorite restaurant. He also hadn’t wanted to be distracted by outside sounds, and he wanted Cas to be able to focus, too. 

Focus on Dean making an ass of himself, most likely, even though he’d been planning this for a while.

For perhaps the fifth time in as many seconds, his fingers wormed into his pants pocket to find the velvet box which held Cas’s ring. 

He sighed in relief. Still there. It hadn’t magically disappeared.

That was great, but his heart pounded. He was really going to do this. He was really going to ask Cas to marry him, a blind man. They’d been going out for upwards of seven years now, so he supposed Cas was used to it by now, but what if he wasn’t ready to commit the rest of his life to this? 

Shit, what would Dean do if Cas said no?

Murmurs and footsteps approached the table, and Dean recognized the rumbling timbre of Cas’s voice.The vibrations through the floor edged closer, and then paused. 

“I didn’t even know you had private rooms,” Cas was saying to their usual waiter, a tired but kind-sounding man named Aaron. 

“Yeah, we do. The door’s not always open though, so you can’t always see it.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I don’t,” Dean said cheekily, and cursed himself. He always made wise-cracks when he was nervous, and Cas would see right through him. He’d wanted this to be a surprise, damn it.

“Yeah, yeah, we know you’re blind,” Aaron said, but there was humor in his voice. A chair scraped back as Cas sat with a thump, and then a rush of air and a thud as something flat landed on the table - a laminated menu, most likely, and only one. Though Cas probably didn’t even need it anymore, since they came here a lot.

“So I’m guessing your usuals?” Aaron asked. Dean could sense him hovering near their table, just like he’d done tens of times before, but it made him feel strangely claustrophobic this time around. 

Dean really hadn’t thought this through. Should he propose before they order, so Cas could storm out without wasting food, which was something that genuinely bothered him? 

Or should Dean let his boyfriend fill up on deliciousness, and then sneak in the question while Cas was in a food coma? Was that unfair?

“Sounds good to me,” Cas said. Dean strained to detect any suspicion in his tone, but if Cas thought something was up, he was hiding it well. “Dean?” Cas asked.

“Um. Yeah. That, uh, that works.”

“Alrighty,” Aaron said, and air rushed by again as he retrieved the menu he’d laid down. He swept away, his footsteps retreating. 

Then it was just Dean and Cas. 

Dean realized his hands were still in his lap, attempting to fiddle with the box again, so he shot them up and onto the table. Cas immediately latched onto them, and Dean sighed at the familiar texture. 

Once, when Dean was spectacularly drunk, he’d gushed about how much he loved Cas’s hands, the shape of them, the feel, the callouses and the smooth skin between his knuckles. While it was the absolute truth, Dean still felt embarrassed about revealing all of that.

“Are you okay?” Cas asked after a moment, true worry inflecting his voice.

“Yeah!” Dean said too quickly and too enthusiastically. He tugged his hands away and found a folded up napkin, which he rubbed between his fingers.

“Dean.” Uh-oh. That was Cas’s ‘I know you’re up to something’ voice. 

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? If that napkin was made of paper, you’d have shredded it by now.”

“Huh? Oh. Um. Yeah, just a little twitchy I guess. Too much caffeine.” Dean gave a fake laugh, but even he could tell it was forced, a bit too bright. 

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had a lot of self-realizations tonight (influenced by having really good people around who aren’t afraid of discussing and questioning things even the most “sure” parts of ourselves which i am so grateful for like THANK YOU FOR THAT FUCKING BLESSING)

Being powerful and scary is something that is really important to me especially socially and politically. Like i feel like being docile and fearful is something ive been taught is the “right” thing for a “woman” to be and everything else is out of the question and I’ve always fought that w/ like all the fury that lives in me and some lol. But sometimes having that very controlled image doesn’t leave a lot of room for softness a great example of how that fucks my shit up is w/ romantic relationships. Most of the guys I meet are from the net and come w/ very specific ideas of who I am and what im going to be and act like before ever even meeting me and net-Sarah, while like still my absolute TRUTH and a very integral part of irl-Sarah isn’t necessarily ALL of irl-Sarah but probably only like 50% of me. So what ends up happening is they expect me to be some like cold hearted dominating force of fucking nature when im really just a fucking 2 day old kitten that hasn’t even open its eyes yet. 

I’m realizing that its important for me to remind myself first and foremost that instead of having that scary side of me protecting my softness, my softness and my scariness aren’t mutually exclusive of each other and that they can co-exist together! i don’t have to be one or the other i can be both and all and none of the above all at the same damn time. There’s  power in softness and in love and showing love and being loved and wanting love and crying and sadness and all those things and more. 
I think i articulated it best a few months ago when I said I want to be soft and scary at the same time like TRUE af???

like yay for vulnerability ! it’s a new thing im learning lmfao.

Niall Imagine - People from the past (Part 4)

“What do you want?” his voice snaps from the other end of the line.
“I- Niall?” I ask, a lump rising in my throat as I walk faster.
“Yes?” He asks in a softer voice since he can probably hear my voice quivering.
“I’m near that coffee shop we always go to and there’s a group of guys about a block behind me. Everyone else is out of town and I don’t have anyone else to call. Can you please come get me? I’m scared.” I rush out and I hear Niall rush around on the other end.
“I’m on my way okay. Calm down and stay on the phone with me, okay?” he says and I hear a door slam shut before I hear his car’s engine roar to life.
“Are you still there, babe?” he asks and I can tell he switched over to the Bluetooth device in his car.
“Yes. Niall, I’m scared.” I say, a tear falling down my cheek.
“Just take deep breaths, baby. I’m 5 minutes away. Just continue walking and don’t go into any alleys or any corners.” He says and I nod even though he can’t see me.
“I’m sorry, Niall.” I whisper as I continue walking, still very much aware of the guys now closer than they were a while ago.
“For what, babe?” he asks, a strange tone in his voice.
“I’m sorry I called you to pick me up. I’ll be fine by myself. Go home Niall.” I say and hang up the phone.
Once again I’m giving up.
I walk about a block further when I hear the distant sound of a car engine coming closer.
Once the car turns the corner, I recognize it as Niall’s Range Rover. He pulls to a stop next to me, calling through the open window.
“Get in, Y/N.” Niall says and no matter how much my brain protests, my heart gains control over my legs and I walk to his car, getting in.
“Thank God you’re safe. I was worried sick.” He says, hugging me tightly but I don’t hug back.
“Where’s Leah?” I ask, feeling as dead as I probably look.
Niall scratches the back of his neck before replying.
“I don’t know. I asked her to leave shortly after you did. It just didn’t feel right without you there.“ He says and i can’t help but shake my head.
"Bullshit, Niall. You chose her over me. Not the other way around. I told you the absolute truth yet you still chose her. Please just take me home.” I say and Niall doesn’t say another word for a few minutes.
“Should i take you to a hotel or something or do you want to come home?” He softly asks.
“Take me home. I’ll move out tomorrow.” I say and we finish the drive in silence.
At home, i head straight for our bed, not even caring where Niall sleeps. I don’t even bother changing out of my clothes and within seconds i’m fast asleep.
I’m awakened by a pair of arms removing them self form my waist. Within seconds i remember everything that happened yesterday and i turn to face a tired looking Niall getting out of our bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask him before i realize what i’m doing.
“Downstairs. I can’t sleep.” He says and then lets out a sigh.
“I know you won’t forgive me easily because what i did was fucking terrible, but i don’t just want to give up on us.” He says, voice cracking at every other word.
“You completely lost my trust, Niall.” I say and his face completely falls.
“I know and i’m willing to do anything to gain it back. If you want to move on and forget about me then you can go. I just want to know i tried.” He says, tears slowly escaping my eyes.
My eyes tear up too and i take a deep breath before speaking again.
“I still love you. I really do. I just need you to prove to me that you’ll always trust me and be there for me, instead of choosing someone else over me.” I say.
“I know you probably wont take my word for this but i promise you’ll forever be my number one. I just got caught up with Leah being here and i really am sorry.” Niall says and i can tell he is being sincere.
A small smile makes it’s way across my face and I get up from the bed.
“If you help me bake a red velvet cake right now, at 3 in the morning, i’m willing to give you another chance to earn my trust back.” Niall’s face lights up and he hugs me close to his body.
“I was so sure you were going to leave me. I felt so stupid for not believing you.”
“I forgive you, but if you ever decide not to believe me again, i swear i’ll leave without looking back.” I sternly tell him and he nods.
“Never again. Soon i’m making you mine forever and i promise i’ll always trust you.”
A broad smile spreads across my face.
“You’ll have to propose first, babe.” I say, excited to think about a future with Niall.
“I'l get you when you least expect it. Now lets go bake a cake.”

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This was the last part!! Please let me know if you have ideas for the next few imagines?!! Tomorrow chapter 3 for the Harry fanfic (Internet Fishing) will be posted!! Yayyy!!

Today in the evergrowing list of things I’m glad Shadowhunters is changing from the books: Jocelyn Fray

If you didn’t know, I really don’t like Jocelyn Fray. I thought it was just a really shitty thing for her to lie to Clary and steal her memories for 16 YEARS and then never actually tell her thr truth. I feel like she should’ve told Clary the truth when she was like 11 or 12. But she didn’t and the only time she came close to doing so was when she found out Clary was seeing the Shadow World again after Pandemonium. But she still was only telling her because she had no other choice, not because it was the right thing to do. 

But in Shadowhunters, we see her give Clary a stele for her birthday and while she did wait a couple more years to tell the truth, she’s still choosing to do so because it’s right, not because she absolutely has to. I think Clary’s going to leave before Jocelyn can explain everything but still Jocelyn’s intent is there. I think this will make her more likable and the audience will actually want Clary to find her because in the end, she tried to be a good parent and the audience won’t want anything bad to happen to her. 

Meursault, contrary to appearances, does not want to simplify life. He says what he is, he refuses to exaggerate his feelings, and immediately society feels itself threatened… Meursault, for me, is thus not a piece of social wreckage, but a man who is naked and poor, in love with the sun that leaves no shadows. Far form being empty of all feelings, he is inspired by a passion which is deep because it is stubborn, a passion for the absolute and for truth. The truth is still a negative one, the truth of what we are and what we feel, but without it no conquest of ourselves or of the world will ever be possible.
—  Albert Camus, Camus on The Outsider