truth agency


VISIT BADLANDS as STRANGER THINGS: Featuring Halsey as Seventeen, a teenager with psychokinetic abilities and limited vocabulary.

On November 6, 1983 in the small town of Badlands, USA, 17-year-old Will Byers vanishes mysteriously. The very next day, a psychokinetic girl knowing Will’s whereabouts is found by his best friends, Mike, Dustin and Luke. As they uncover the truth, a sinister government agency tries to cover it up, while a more insidious force lurks just below the surface.

I assure you that it would be a world of freedom in which the spirit of mankind might grow to undreamed-of glory, a world of peace—the peace of clear conscience, of unsullied love, of fidelity, of unfailing trust and loyalty.
—  Gordon B. HInckley

*Hook tries to use the Dagger to bring Emma back to her home*

S//Qers: OMG he is taking away Emma’s agency. He doesn’t respect Emma. How can anyone ship this?

*Regina gleefully admits to enjoying control over Emma and vaguely points out that she could force Emma to do what she wants when the latter is reluctant to use dark magic.*

S//Qers: TRUE LOVE!!

halfway. 11x15 coda. deancas. (ao3)

The problem with making bold declarations is that in the empty hours that follow, Dean has plenty of time to tear them down, to pick them apart one flaw at a time.

What chance does a moment of certainty stand against a lifetime of doubt and disappointment? Besides, if he’s good at anything, it’s finding fault in himself.

Still, he wishes it would stop coming as such a surprise.

It dawns on him slowly, as he scrubs blood from his knuckles and winces at the bruises spreading slowly over his skin, the only tokens he will ever receive from his childhood hero, that if Cas is truly determined to see this through to the end, there won’t be anything Dean can do to stop him.

He wants to believe otherwise, of course. He’s always wanted to believe it, has gone so far as to wrap his own protective version of reality around himself to deny the truth of Cas’ agency, of his choices that have so often felt like betrayals.

As he rinses off the grime of yet another hunt, Dean realizes that while he may have been grinding for thirty-odd years, Cas, in the time Dean has known him, has always been one for grand gestures. Looking back, it’s all too obvious that Cas can’t seem to lead without playing God, can’t fight for humanity without falling entirely, can’t devote himself to a cause without dying for it.

That’s the thing about Castiel: he never does anything halfway.

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