Hello beautiful❤️ Could you do an bts reaction to you being very mean to yourself. Like you always say to yourself that you are ugly, fat and not worth living when they are not there. But one day you just said it too yourself in the mirror not realizing that your boyfriend where in the room. I would really appreciate if you did it because this is actually from my own experience. Then youuuuuu❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🐖
„Why aren’t you pretty?“, you’d ask yourself, looking at the
selca you took a while ago.
„ … Excuse me, but I am ?“, Jin said astonished by your
You looked at him confused before you realized what just happened.
„OMG ! Jin, no, I didn’t mean you ! I was talking about myself
You heard him letting out a sigh, before watching him walk towards the couch, sitting down next to you.
„Dear, you really need to learn how to say no. Just no. No to
meaningless shit in your life. No to the bullshit people say about
you. Make it clear where you stand and what you tolerate,“ he
explained his advice for you.
„You are not worth living“, was the thought you voiced.
„Baby… Why do you think that ?“ , he questioned, not sure what
kind of answer to expect.
„You see, I-“, you began but stopped when you turned around
and saw his hurt expression.
„Wait, no, Yoongi, I didn’t mean you ! I meant myself. Just look
at me !“, you explained, tears forming in your eyes.
The man dropped everything he was doing a moment ago, only to talk
this out with you.
„What makes you think that way ?“
He took his time to listen to you and your real thoughts about
yourself and the problems and feelings that you kept deep within you,
thinking for weeks about how to deal with the problem and make you
think different about yourself.
„Why are you like this ?“, so asked youself, disgusted by the
view of yourself in the mirror.
Hoseok was about to respond, asking you what you meant when he
saw you pulling your hair violently.
„No ! Stop Y/N ! Don’t do this to yourself !“, he ran towards you
and held your wrists in order to stop you.
„I don’t deserve to live !“, you weakly whispered, your eyes
already glistering from the tears that were forming.
He hugged you and patted your back gently, trying to calm you
down. All he could do is be there for you and give you his advice. He
wasn’t sure if he and his words were of any help, but he tried his
„Don’t try to be special. Being special creates unreasonable
expectations, and unreasonable expectations create this feeling of
not being good enough.“
You just woke up and were about to start you morning routine.
„You’re uglier than usual“, you announced as you looked at
your puffy face, while reaching for your toothbrush. You could see
Namjoon’s change in his expression in the corner of your eye. He
stopped shaving his face since you were now looking at each other.
„Just once I want to have glowy, clear skin, shiny hair and a
beautiful body. Just once I want to be pretty instead of ugly“, you
let out in a sigh, looking back at the mirror. He felt hurt when he
thought you were talking about him, but even more when you were
actually talking about yourself.
„Y/N, listen. There is no measurement for beauty. Stop saying
things like ‘uglier than usual.’ There’s no ‘usual’ or 'average’
beauty. One is beautful if they’re themselves, so stop trying to
change yourself and bring yourself down. Start being yourself and
love yourself, especially your body. Be thankful, it does a
lot of things without your influence and you knowing, like breathing
at night and stuff. Be nice to your body, you only have one“, he’d
convince you, giving you a bear hug.
„If you would just _______, you’d be so much prettier“, you
told youself while looking at the photo of Jimin and you, you took
It was a statement that left him speechless, unable to think
straight and not knowing how to react.
„… Eh ?“, was the only thing he was able to say, but enough
to convey the feeling of disappointment he felt that moment.
You turned around, seeing Jimin with tears threatening to leave
„Jimin, Baby, I was talking about myself ! Not about you ! I
didn’t mean you !“, you convinced him, your eyes getting as watery
His heart hurt, watching you thinking you needed to be 'prettier’
and hearing you say that you yourself.
It was the first time he ever heard you say something like this,
but it was enough to trigger him. Remembering the days he would
starve and drown himself in different kind of workouts thinking it
would make him 'prettier’, he knew it was his job to make you
understand that this is not the road you should be following. There are other, healthier options to become happy.
„This isn’t working. You really need to try harder“, you
announced when you saw your chubby tummy in the mirror.
„Baby, I’m already trying really hard. It’s not that easy“,
Taehyung explained with an slightly angered undertone.
You felt your heart sting when you finally realized that your
selfhate was not only affecting you, but him too.
„I’m the one that needs to try harder. I know it’s not easy,
because I’ve been trying so hard all this time and nothing changed“, you confessed, the fatigue clearly present in your voice.
Taehyung understood how much you were suffering because of this.
„Love, you need to forgive other people and you need to fogive
yourself. The less you recognize and accept the parts of yourself
that you don’t like, the less you will forgive yourself and become
happy“, he convinced you.
„You definitly need to lose that fat“, you commanded as you
watched you thighs jiggling with each step you took.
„I thought those were muscles ?“, Jungkook asked doubtful
while flexing his arm.
„Well, you have muscles. I have those really fat highs. I don’t
see a difference between them and chocolate pudding. I hate them,
they’re so ugly“, he explained, getting more quiet with each sentence.
Jungkook didn’t know what to say. Well he did, but he didn’t know
if it was the right thing. Loving every inch of your body and normally not hesitate to voice it, seeing that after all this
time you still haven’t grown comfortable with your own body made him
question if he was even of any help at all this whole time. He kept
thinking about the right thing to say and how to say it, not wanting you to feel even
worse or offend you in any way.
„You know, we can go to the gym together and start with a small
work out and wotk our way up, figuring out what works best for you“,
he suggested, offering his help.
It just isn’t Viktor Nikiforov’s day, it seems. Who knew his bandmates were such traitors, abandoning him to the cruel wastes of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers? What did he ever do to deserve such heartless treatment? Just because he completely forgot his favour to Yakov…
He calls Yurio again. The blond picks up on the third ring. “We’re not coming back,” he snaps.
“Oh, come on!” groans Viktor. Out on his left, the lake sparkles in the midday sun. Viktor barely spares the scenery a glance as his feet automatically take him along the dirt path behind one of the practice cabins. “Surely the joke’s gone on for long enough? I’ve learnt my lesson, Yurio. I showered in cold water and looked at a tree. It’s been three hours since you abandoned me, so can I please have my hair products back?”
He can hear Yurio’s smugness over the line. “Maybe it’s time to embrace the natural look,” the blond drawls. “Not like it’s going to make you look any uglier than you already are.”
“You should appreciate the beauty of nature more!” chips in Georgi. “Go and have fun!”
“Fun?” demands Viktor. He really shouldn’t show his anger. But it’s so very tempting to. “Guys –”
They hang up.
Viktor rounds the corner and is greeted with screaming.
Fans. The History Makers have many fans, obviously, and he really should’ve expected that some attendees of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers would be fans of his. And yet facing down an entire horde of screaming fans without the protection of his body guards sends a chill down Viktor’s spine.
So he bolts.
He rushes around the practice building, diving into the first set of bushes he can. Heart racing and breath gasping, he waits within the prickly branches and leaves (which are all, of course, getting into his hair) for the frantic footsteps of his fans to fade away. After the screaming dies down, all he hears is the sound of some bird flying overhead, and –
“I used to find my path alone, and never dreamt of reaching home, until I met you…”
Viktor pauses, craning his ear up towards the open window of the practice cabin. Someone is inside, playing the piano. A light, gentle voice – male? Tenor, probably, or a contralto. Their fingers fly over the keys in a lovely accompaniment to their voice.
“But suddenly the way is clear, and I can see my way from here, because I love you…”
Viktor’s heart beats faster in his chest. This mysterious singer’s voice is so sweet, so heartfelt. He has to know who they are. Maybe having to record the followup to hit single “Stay Close to Me” with the winner of the Final Jam won’t be so painful, now that he knows there’s at least one talented vocalist in this bunch.
“You’re the first one to the gold, the first I’ve wanted to hold. So please just stay by me…. and never go.”
Viktor cranes to listen for the sound of his fans. There are none; only the sounds of the piano and this mystery person’s voice fill the air. Viktor’s heart almost feels like it’s going to burst. Gritting his teeth, he decides to try and see who the singer is.
But when he does get into the practice cabin, it’s empty. Viktor scowls, but then he suddenly gets an idea.
After all, if he finds and coaches this person to victory in the Final Jam, then he won’t have to worry about recording the next “Stay Close to Me” with that obnoxious Canadian singer.
My grandmother died a few weeks back at the ripe old age of 85,
passing away peacefully in her sleep. By all accounts, she lived a damn
good life, and I tried my very best to make it so. Lord knows she did
the same for me.
This has been a difficult post for me to write. You see, when a
treasured loved one dies, especially one that you grew up with, the
little solar system of your life is thrown completely out of orbit. Not
that mine was ever all that stable in the first place.
My parents died in a car accident when I was two years old, and I was
a little too young at the time to fully absorb the emotional impact of
being orphaned. When the prospect of being put into the foster system
was brought up by the family lawyer, grandma took me in without a second
thought. Her home was our home; it’s where I built my childhood.
Honestly, you’d never meet a more charitable woman than my grandma.
From the second I came into her life, all the way up to her death (and
even beyond) she’s provided for me without fail.
Another interesting thing about grandma is the fact she was mute. I’m
not talking about selective mutism here, I’m talking full-blown,
constant silence. I’ve known that woman for my entire 32 years of life,
and while I got used to it within a few months, to some it seems crazy
that I never heard a word from her.
Of course, we had our own ways of communicating back then. I picked
up sign language pretty quickly, as kids tend to, and she always used to
write on this little chalk board for me. I thought it was awfully cute
at the time.
I got a call from her lawyer a few days after she passed, telling me
she’d left her entire estate to me in her will. It doesn’t matter how
well you know a person, that kind of thing always hits you deep:
everything that wasn’t covered by her donor card now belonged to me.
A week or two passed, some papers were signed, and money changed
hands. The wheels of bureaucracy turned slowly as ever, as my grandma’s
possessions became my possessions, and some eager patients became happy
recipients of grandma’s remarkably healthy liver, kidneys, and lungs.
Like I said, she was the giving type.
The home was an old Georgian place: two storeys, three bedrooms, and a
well-maintained garden. I felt like a kid who just got a pony for
Christmas. The problem was, I’m not a rich enough guy to pay the rent on
an apartment and a house, and I’m not such a heartless bastard that I’d
immediately sell my childhood home either – especially on this bipolar
I was speaking to a good friend of mine about it over a few drinks,
and it was his idea to convert it into a rental property. I mulled it
over when I was sober, of course, but my office job wasn’t going
anywhere, so I decided that being a landlord might be a welcome change
How is it when you talk to Papa? (and how tall is he, cuz sometimes he looks quite small, and sometimes average)
truffle finder is a very small dude. he was only maybe about an inch taller than me and i’m like 5′4-5′5 ish. he’s also very like….dainty? his proportions, i mean. like his ankles were the same thickness as my wrists, lmao.
the weirdest thing about him to me was that he looks nothing like any photo i have ever seen of him. like i immediately recognized him from a distance when he came out of the venue, but i was expecting him to be much….uh….uglier than he actually is LOL THATS MEAN IM SORRY
he has kind of a tilda swinton-esque ugly prettiness to his face, like he’s not a handsome man but he has this bizarre sort of seelie court fairy prince look. i was into it.
he seemed tired after our show but he was very kind attentive to everyone. he speaks very softly and smiles at everyone. i didn’t really say much to him because @silverthurible was talking to him mostly, he also remembered as thurible was handing him art that he’d received art from him before. also hes very like, reassuring when someone is nervous? thurible was like visibly trembling he was so nervous and tabasco was very kind and supportive with him. at one point thurible was like “I HAVE TO GO” and pivoted to scurry away and tuba’s hands were instantly on his shoulders gently spinning him around and pulling him into a very close hug lmao
and then thurible had to go back to ask him about something again and he was getting all shaky again and tunguska like, clapped a hand supportively onto one of his shoulders while he spoke
so yea i am afraid of that wee man and his fae magicks but he’s a very nice dude lmao
“I got in a fight” for the reader to say and “there is so much blood” for Schneep to say please and thank you if you have the time!!!
His eyes were wide as you stumbled past him. Almost dumbfounded as you refused to ask him for help, even though you looked sickly pale and breathed as if you were a fish out of water. Your breathing rattled, almost causing him to flinch.
“There is so much blood, oh my god,” he says as he stares you up and down. Your clothes were covered in blood, your hands bruised along the knuckles and your skin was split. He had a pretty good idea- but he wasn’t one to pry.
“Just shut up and help me,” you say to him as you peel yourself off of his wall. Blood sticks to the paint and you frown as he tries to wipe it off. He ushers you to his kitchen where he makes you sit in a wooden chair, your bones seeming to sigh as soon as your butt touched the seat.
His fingers gingerly touched your arm where most of the blood was coming from, gripping your skin tightly when you jumped away from him in pain. He held you to your spot, assuring you that you were going to be fine; that he would help you.
It sounded like he was soothing a wild animal to be honest and as much as you hated to admit it, it was working. You eased yourself into his touch and only winced when he started to work on your wound.
He then asked you; “Now are you going to tell me why you’re so damn bloody?”
At this point it was dried and sticking to your clothing. Dried blood looked so much uglier than when it was fresh. Deep, blood red was almost a beautiful color and this was almost pitiful.
“I got in a fight,” was all you replied to him.
“Yeah, that much is obvious, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes and pulled at the gauze from the bag beside him. He tightly grasped your arm as he wrapped it around the wound, putting a small amount of pressure on it.
He raised an eyebrow at you as you stared at him. “Did you expect anything else?”
I’m not watching the game, but from what I’m hearing RM is being uglier than that stupid bust of Ronaldo and Antoine is too pure to witness such terrible things, and Nando should run for president because everyone would 100% support everything he does and tbh this is pretty much what I expected from this game.
they called joonie a rat and said hope uglier than a horse. im ready to fucking fight.
people who call hobi and namjoon ugly are the same kpop bitches that expect for every asian man to have a straight nose, nice chiseled jaw, toned cheeks, a small face et cetera like damn that really tells a lot about them. they’re not ugly, and even if i didn’t know them and i saw a picture of them,, i wouldn’t think that. that hoe can choke on a barrel.
A/n: Requested by @elliemental2 : your family pressures you to have kids but you don’t want one.
“So, when are you two going to have a baby?”
The question drops like a bomb in the middle of all of the members seated at the table and the atmosphere visibly tenses. Your hands stop cutting the meat, eyes frozen on the plate in front of you. This is why you hated visiting your
family: someone always will have something stupid to ask. A question that would
make you uncomfortable and ruin the already thin spell of peace cast upon the
Ruin the mood.
‘You should’ve expected this, [name]’ you sigh softly, your fingers clutching the fork and knife in your hand tightly. You begged Ian to ignore your mother’s call
when she asked for dinner together—just because you didn’t meet in so long, what a stupid excuse! What was wrong with just talking on the phone? Why did you needed to see each
other? You didn’t want to go through this face to face. ‘Come on, just this once,’ Ian persuaded you. ‘It can’t
be that bad. Give them one more chance. Maybe your parents changed their minds.’ You only gave him a stern look. ‘My parents will never
change.’ But bless his heart for trying to reconnect you to your family after so long.
“C’mon, (Y/N)! You’ve been here for a whole year! Everyone would be perfectly fine with your true aspect!” Sam sighs, banging at your bathroom door.
“Shut up, Sam! I’m not going to show anyone the way I look, at least not the real one!”
“You showed me, (Y/N)!” You open the bathroom door looking at his eyes.
“That’s because you are uglier than me.” Sam puts his hand on his chest, his mouth open, looking offended at your words.
You laugh at him and roll your eyes. Entering your bedroom, you look at yourself in the mirror. Sam sits on the bed behind you. “You need to show them.”
You sigh at his words. As usual, your hair is blonde and wavy. You have really nice cheekbones and green breathtaking eyes. Your lips are plump and pink and your nose is small. You have some freckles on your face that go down to your long neck. You are not really tall and you have curves, although your stomach is flat. In your head, the way you look now is just perfect, too bad it’s not who you really are. Mutating into your real aspect, your face becomes sad. Your whole body is blue and you have scales. Your eyes are green with some yellow highlights and your hair is red, almost orange. You cover your face and turn back into your usual appearance.
“(Y/N)! How many times do I need to tell you? You are beautiful just the way you are! You know, the people in this tower, we don’t love you for how you look, we love because for who you are. And that is not going to change, no matter what changes you do.”
“You are the one saying that, not them.-” You sigh and turn to him. “-Not him…” It comes out as a little whisper, but you know Sam heard it when he rolls his eyes at you.
“Please tell me this isn’t about the annoying super soldier.”
“He’s not annoying! He’s actually really sweet… But of course, he would never date someone who looks like a fucking smurf.”
“Hey, if Bucky doesn’t want to date you just because of the way you look, then he is a fucking asshole. Just saying.”
“Sam, would you date someone who looks blue? Just saying.” He rolls his eyes again, standing from your bed and going towards the door.
“(Y/N), we’ve talked about this a hundred times. Just get your ass to the gym, okay? How can you be so fucking stubborn, Jesus…” You giggle at his words and follow him into the training room.
Bucky is already there lifting weights and you can’t avoid your eyes going over his body. Of course, he notices you staring and just smiles, leaving the weights on their place. He walks to where you are while you punch the punching bag. “Easy there, tiger.” Bucky laughs while you keep throwing punches.
“I’m a little busy right now, Bucky.”
“You didn’t seem busy when you where checking me out just a few seconds ago, doll.” You stop punching and look at him, your hands in your hips.
“I wasn’t checking you out, don’t be so cocky! The world does not revolve around you, soldier.”
“Well, for the way you were looking at me I would say that at least your world does revolve around me.” You punch his shoulder, making him chuckle.
“Get over yourself, Barnes. You are not that important!”
“Don’t be so mean, (Y/N)! I’m leaving this afternoon to go on a mission, what if something happens to me and I don’t come back? Do you really want that my last memory of us is you being a little asshole to me?” You chuckle and roll your eyes.
“But we both know you’ll come back, you love me too much to leave me, accept it.”
“Actually, I think I love too much annoying you and that’s why I always come back, I can’t get enough of you getting mad.” Bucky taps your nose with his fingers and walks away.
“You know I could mutate into someone like Dwayne Johnson and beat the hell out of you, Barnes! Don’t tease me!” He turns around smiling.
“You won’t do it, doll! You love me too much!” He exits the gym laughing while you just roll your eyes.
Biting your lip, you try to stop a stupid smile forming on your face. Since the first moment you arrived here, Bucky caught your eye. At first he was distant, but he saw how lost and out of place you felt, so he offered to saw a movie with you. Accepting it with some doubt, you ended up not regretting your decision at all. It was a nice afternoon and after that, you just started to grew closer. Of course, you knew that Bucky would never date you, but it was nice to dream. It still is.
“You are so whipped, it’s awful.” Sam has a disapproving look on his face and you roll your eyes at him.
“Shut up, Wilson.”
A loud sound wakes you up. Looking alarmingly at the clock, you realize it’s two in the morning. You rub your eyes and get up of bed. As soon as you open the door, another sound scares you. It sounds like a gun and it comes from the living room. You grab a gun on your way there, but when you arrive everything seems really quiet. An arm grabs your waist, throwing you behind the couch. Steve looks at you and motions for you to shut up. Sam is also with you two, looking ready to fight. You want to ask what’s going on, but you hear another sound. The quiet hum of metal. Your eyes grow wide open, knowing that it’s Bucky. “The Winter Soldier is here.” Sam mumbles quietly and you sigh worriedly.
“He has orders to kill the Avengers.” Steve looks at you, he seems extremely tired. “Can you do something with your powers?”
“Maybe what Bucky needs to see is a new face, someone he has never seen before. Someone real.” Sam locks his eyes with you and you know what he means.
You take a deep breath. Mutating into your real body would maybe be a solution to this mess, but that means that everyone would see. Not knowing what to do you look back at Steve, his eyes seem glossy than usual. You can perceive the worry on them and you can even hear his silent cries for help. And you realize, this is not about you, this is about saving your friends’ life and most important, this is about Bucky. The man you love is walking through this living room, waiting for the opportunity to shoot a bullet in your brains. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you change your appearance.
“What the…” Steve doesn’t finish his sentences, his eyes scanning you.
You get up and come face to face with the man that wants to kill you. He looks at you, his eyes fill with doubt. He has no idea who you are. “Bucky.” He opens more his eyes and you know he recognizes your voice.
That’s the only thing you didn’t change about your natural body, the voice. You still wanted to feel your body like home, so not changing your voice was the best idea you could come up with at the moment. Bucky grabs his gun tighter, his face full of hesitation. You put your arms up.
“I’m not going to hurt you, please, Bucky. Just drop the gun.” He stays in his positions a few more moments.
Walking slowly, you approach him. You extend your arm, waiting for him to move. Finally, he gives in, putting his hand in your blue one. A red light crosses the room and hits Bucky, making him fall to the floor unconsciously. Wanda is on the other side of the room looking at you. “He is fine, just sleeping. Don’t worry.”
After the accident, you ran back to your room. You knew what was coming now, all the questions, all the weird looks and the whispers. You wanted to avoid all of this, just avoid the world for a little bit before coming back and have to explain to everybody what was that. There’s a knock on your door and before you can answer, the door opens. Bucky appears and you try to change into your usual appearance, hoping he is not going to remember what happened.
“No, please, I want to see the real you.” You stop the mutation, your blue body glowing with the moonlight. “I don’t know why you kept this hidden from us.”
“You don’t? Well, just look at me.”
“I’m looking at you right now, and I still can’t understand why do you think that we won’t like you.”
“Bucky I’m fucking blue! I look like an animal, I’m not normal, I’m not as pretty as all the other girls! I am a freaking monster.” You look down at your hands, but Bucky’s fingers grab your chin making you look up to him.
“You’re right, you are not as pretty as all the other girl. You are more pretty, (Y/N). This thing, this mutation, it makes you unique. I thought you were pretty when I first saw you, but now that I get to know the real you, I think you are a goddess.” You bit your lip, his blue eyes lock with yours.
Bucky approaches your face and his lips brush yours. Finally, he kisses you deeply and you grab his neck, bringing him closer. You feel comfortable in your real body and you bit his bottom lip, not being ashamed of the way you look.
“I love you, (Y/N). The real (Y/N).”
“I love you, Bucky. Thank you.”
He kisses you one more time, his hands exploring your body. You smile into the kiss, feeling as happy as ever thanks to The Winter Soldier.
SPN 9x22: STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN (Canon or not canon… that’s the question).
Just when some Destiel shippers thought that all faith for season 9 was lost, this episode happened. Andrew Dabb has become my second favorite writer of this season (along with Robbie Thompson) because his episodes have been exquisite. He gave us 9x10: Road Trip, an episode where he made it quite obvious that Castiel cares about Dean very much (he rushed to Dean, was understanding even after he learned about what happened with Kevin, Sam and Gadreel, and tried to comfort Dean despite everything). However, the audience (maybe) still was not crystal clear about the extent of Cas’ love for Dean. Now the question is… do people still have doubts? Impossible! Not even Dean has doubts anymore!
Do you guys still remember the song playing at the Laundromat in the season premiere in the scene where Cas is taking his clothes off? I still remember it very well (maybe because my native language is Spanish). I’ll just leave this here to help you a bit:
“Tell me if you love me, if you adore me, as I think you do. Tell me there are no secrets, there are no mysteries when I call your name. How many sweet words, beautiful words through your eyes. That just looking at them, so bright, drives me crazy. If you give me your love, I give you, my darling, all my dreams; I give you my darling, all I love [the] most; I give you, my dear, all that I feel.”
In this episode, Cas made it clear that he wants to destroy Metatron, that his biggest mission is to get his people back home. That’s his purpose, his dream. Now what’s the thing he loves the most? Heaven? His family? His people? (As he called them once or twice). Everything that Cas might love the most is precisely what he gave up. And he did it FOR ONE MAN. FOR ONE GUY. “If you give me your love, I give you, my darling, all my dreams; I give you my darling, all I love [the] most…”
When I wrote my meta about that song, some people said it would be about the love that Cas was going to experience with the woman that was supposed to be his love interest. Nothing of the sort happened. And this episode (9x22) told us what we already knew but some people still didn’t quite get: Castiel loves his brothers and sisters, he loves humanity even more, he loves Sam Winchester very much (“nothing is worth losing you”), but Castiel’s weakness is not only that he has “too much heart” (as Samandriel said)… his weakness is THAT HE’S IN LOVE… with humanity? You didn’t get that one right, Metatron, did you? But it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t get it because the audience does (unless they are in eternal denial).
Let’s not forget that when Hannah demanded Castiel punish Dean, she told him not to lose their trust over ONE MAN. And once the boys were in the bunker, Dean acknowledged that Cas “gave up an entire army for ONE GUY”. I think Andrew Dabb couldn’t emphasize more what he really meant when he had Metatron say “HE’S IN LOVE”. Choosing Dean is not going to benefit humanity. Choosing Dean meant that Cas lost the army that was his only chance to bring Metatron down. Choosing Dean was not for the greater good and it most certainly was not for the love of humanity. We all know it. The angels know it. Sam knows it. Even Dean with all his self-hatred knows it. DOES THE AUDIENCE FINALLY KNOW IT, TOO?
Does this mean that Destiel is canon? Well, I guess that depends on what you understand as canon. If you want a kiss, a huge love declaration, and something very official, then it’s not. But if you really expect that, then maybe it will never be canon! On the other hand, if your expectations are realistic, you know that we’re getting closer to the acknowledgement we want. My way to see canon is that suddenly the audience (that means casual viewers, not haters) sees what we have been able to see for a very long time: That Dean and Castiel share a more profound bond, which is definitely not brotherly. The day the audience starts to consider the possibility that Castiel and Dean may or may not be IN LOVE (as in a romantic relationship), that’s the day when Destiel will be canon (whether there’s a kiss or not). Are we there yet? Maybe not 100%, but WE’VE NEVER BEEN CLOSER!
Some people say that even if Cas is truly in love with Dean, that doesn’t mean Dean is in love with Cas. However, I’ve got to say this: Remember the song that opened this season? “WHO DO YOU LOVE?” That song is Dean’s and only Dean’s. I’ve talked about this before, so I’m just going to quote:
“We’re heading to a moment when Dean will lose control due to the MoC, and who is going to be the one to open a window for him? In Cain’s case, only Colette, a person he loved, could stop his dark side. In Dean’s case, only a person he loves will be able to stop his dark side? The question is WHO DO YOU LOVE, DEAN WINCHESTER, WHO THE HELL DO YOU LOVE?”
At the end of Stairway to Heaven, we can even see a kind of dark!Dean talking to Sam about a dictatorship, but when he goes talk to Cas, he’s the Dean we all love and miss. How’s it possible that he can’t be mean to Cas? How’s it possible that Cas is the one that can bring cute little smiles out of Dean in his darkest moments? Maybe the answer to the “who do you love” question has been there all along but some people need something bigger to reach such an epiphany. Are we going to see that “something bigger” in the season finale? “DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?” Maybe we do, but we can’t be sure. Of course we cannot expect something good from the season finale because this is the part of the story where everything turns uglier, messier and scarier than it already is. However, even if we don’t get the “something bigger” now, we know that it’s still on the table. SOMEONE HAS BEEN LISTENING. And that just reminded me of this conversation from 9x03:
Castiel: What if you were to find out that no one is listening? That God had pretty much left, that Heaven had gone out of business? What would you do?
Woman (at church): But that’s not possible.
Castiel: I think it’s completely possible.
Woman: You’re missing the point. It’s not possible because I have my faith.
Castiel: But when I tell you the truth-
Woman: Your truth, not mine. Your lack of faith doesn’t cancel what I believe. That’s not how it works. You know… I think you might feel better if you tried it my way.Someone is listening.
I have my faith. I will go down with this ship no matter what. I trust the writers and I think they’re listening. I don’t expect Dean to come out as bi, I don’t expect Dean and Cas to kiss or do the do, but I do believe the writers have finally made up their mind.The love Dean and Cas have for each other is romantic; they are in love. Now we just have to buckle up and wait for the worse to happen because… we’re watching Supernatural. Tears are guaranteed!
like! idk I feel like okc comes with all these weird expectations about ppl and I always had to hype myself up to talk to someone and be ready to catch myself if they didn’t reply and it was a ton of like guesswork and I always felt like I wasn’t cool enough or uglier than usual and it felt performative and just a ton of pressure to seem as cool as possible and shit and at least with tinder it’s different cause like if someones interested I’ll know cause they fuckin swiped right too and that’s like. comforting lmao
From now on everytime Celene appears in my comic I will write “This
episode of the Gr8 Adventure of Loliana is brought to you by Grand Duke
Gaspard de Chalons” …
BUT SRSLY…Guys, I hope you realise that everything on this blog is either a joke, or just a bad attempt at joking. I don’t hate Solas, nor Celene, nor Briala, nor Gaspard… well, ok, maybe I hate Gaspard… just a little ! So everytime I trigger your inner fangirl just remember that I’m just an idiot on the internet
who tries to be funny and is probably uglier than Solus ever was (espacially pre-trespasser Solus) … sry I had 2 .
+ I always thought that egg’s fangirls will get triggered first. I never expected it to be Celene’s fans ( considering that I am Celene’s fan myself)
I like your question, you know. I don’t usually sit and try to see things the way non-shippers do it, but I have mentioned casual viewers a couple of times (and whenever I say “casual viewers”, I’m thinking about “non-shippers”). The only time I tried to give my opinion about it was in the mid-season finale. In this post, I analyzed the montage and pointed out the four things the show wanted the casual viewers, the normal audience (the non-shippers) to see. Three things were definitely related to information provided in previous episodes that was followed-up in the mid-season finale. But the fourth thing was Dean’s prayer to Cas and his “please, man, I need you here.” Shippers don’t need reminders. Non-shippers do. This is what I wrote in my post:
“Objectively, can you tell me why point number 4 is relevant to this season? Does it have anything to do with the angels or with the Sam/Ezekiel situation? Does the audience need to be reminded of Cas’ character? Because I think that Cas’ character was pretty much covered in point 2 along with Metatron’s. The only reasonable explanation is that the audience needs to be reminded of how important Cas is… to the story? NOPE. TO DEAN.”
And that’s it.
Non-shippers at this point know that Dean cares about Cas, and they saw in Road Trip and in First Born how much Cas cares about Dean too. Non-shippers probably thought this was still No Homo because Cas slept with April and Dean slept with Suzy. Non-shippers probably didn’t see anything of what we’ve seen. Non-shippers don’t take the time to analyze the narrative. Non-shippers probably don’t see the parallels we see (Cas/Colette, Cas/Robin for example). Non-shippers probably don’t even see the love tropes. OR MAYBE THEY DO! The fact that they don’t ship Destiel doesn’t mean they can’t do it in the future or that they have lived under a rock with no television whatsoever. But let’s be honest, when people see two guys, they don’t automatically ship them together. I didn’t. I was NEVER a shipper. No TV show had ever made me ship a female/male couple (let alone a male/male one). I began to ship Destiel when I started to identify romantic love tropes used for the relationship between Dean and Cas. Romantic love tropes that I’d seen used in other shows and in movies. I was not part of the fandom at all. I had no Twitter and no Tumblr. I didn’t even know what “shipping” was and I freaked out when I started to think these two men might have feelings for each other, so that’s how I started to go online to see if out there somewhere saw what I was seeing or if I was being delusional. Guess what? I found a HUGE community of Destiel shippers and that’s how I joined the fandom and my online experience began. I started to ship Destiel in season 5, but I never hoped for canon because the show was very far from it. I saw the beginnings of what I considered Eros love, but not the possibility of a relationship.
Then season 8 happened. The subtext somehow got heavier and many casual viewers started to SEE what we had identified a long time before. But of course, there were (and are) still A LOT of people who thought (and still think) that Dean and Cas love each other like family. I don’t think the non-shippers question the love Dean and Cas have for each other anymore. But I’m sure they see it as “brothers”, “best friends”, etc. A big NO HOMO. Even with the “what broke the connection” question. I bet casual viewers answered “YOU”, but many of them still thought that it was because Dean and Cas represent pure familial love, the best friendship ever. Therefore, they DIDN’T/DON’T SEE ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS WE SHIPPERS HAVE SEEN.
Season 9 happened. And though both Dean and Cas have slept with women, though both have spent most of the time apart, the subtext has gotten heavier. The scene in 9x06 when Dean was looking at Cas from afar? That was romantic! (But I admit the audience might have just decided to ignore that or thought that Dean simply felt guilty for kicking Cas out of the bunker). The little reminders that Dean and Cas have something special have been there throughout the whole season. (But I admit the audience might have just thought “Dean and Cas are bestest friends, that’s normal). But what has been IMO the turning point? Metatron’s line in 9x22!! “His weakness has been revealed. HE’S IN LOVE… (pause)…. With humanity.” The non-shippers are NOT stupid. Maybe they NEVER considered the possibility of Dean and Cas loving each other THAT WAY. But… that line must have caused some people to start thinking. Most of them will remember that twice in that episode it was made clear that Cas gave up everything FOR ONE GUY. Not exactly for humanity. So they will replace humanity with “DEAN” and they will have “He’s in love with Dean.” Why didn’t Metatron just say, “His weakness has been revealed. HE LOVES HUMANITY”? BECAUSE THE PURPOSE WAS TO TELL CASUAL VIEWERS, “HEY… ROMANTIC LOVE IS A POSSIBILITY, YOU KNOW?”
I’m gonna quote something I wrote for my 9x09 review:
“When Ezekiel took over Sam and asked Dean what he was going to do about Cas (at this point we don’t know he’s not really Ezekiel), Dean tried to stand up for Cas. That entire scene may not mean much for us (shippers) because we are expecting so much more, but it means something to casual viewers. Remember point 4 in the montage? Cas is important to Dean! Some casual viewers need to have that clear. This feels like that math class where you have understood how to solve the problems and you feel the class is tedious because you are having more of the same. But the rest of the class is still lost. The teacher explains and explains and explains and you’re just sick of hearing the same explanations but you don’t really stop to think that not everybody learns as fast as you. The teacher cannot move on if you’re the only one who understands. What about the others? If the teacher goes too fast, the others in the class will blame him for the stress he’s causing them and will say that he’s mediocre for not taking the time to develop the contents the way he’s supposed to. It’s hard to be a fast learner but it’s necessary to be patient. It’s not your class anyway, and you still need the teacher to explain the rest of the contents. You’ll just have to wait.”
I think season 9 has been precisely like this. It’s not been for shippers because we expect a lot more (we have been expecting canon, for instance). It’s been for the non-shippers who are way behind us. It’s been for them to open their eyes to the “romantic love” possibility. Canon Destiel can’t happen if the whole class isn’t on the same page. Of course, for Destiel to be canon we need “something bigger”. We need something more explicit, but as I said in my post for 9x22:
“Are we going to see that “something bigger” in the season finale? “DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?” Maybe we do, but we can’t be sure. Of course we cannot expect something good from the season finale because this is the part of the story where everything turns uglier, messier and scarier than it already is. However, even if we don’t get the “something bigger” now, we know that it’s still on the table. SOMEONE HAS BEEN LISTENING.”
This just makes me excited for what’s in store for season 10 (no matter how painful the season finale turns out to be). Did my answer to your question turn out OK? I hope so! :)
Oh my god WHAT HAS HAPPENED?! I mean, I was expecting his feet to change at some point, but what the shit?! They look horrible D: I was sort of joking before when I said he was becoming uglier every day but… Really, those feet are horrible. I don’t feel as bad about the tail, but I do hope something interesting will happen to it as well. The only other change I’m seeing is the fact that he looks grumpy now because of his eyes. I don’t know if I’m as excited anymore for the option of a new breed.. :x
Ah well, anyone else see more changes than those mentioned?