Friendly reminder that Dean does NOT even have to be bisexual to date Cas, because:
Castiel literally isn’t male. It is canon that the angels in general are agender/nonbinary. I mean, obviously he’s not female either, but:
Dean is perfectly aware of the fact that angels are actually genderless/sexless celestial beings (“You have been with a woman before? Or an angel, at least?”) and yet he’s slept with the angel Anna (note: the angel that was supposed to replace Cas).
Even if Dean’s straight… and even if we take into consideration that Castiel’s vessel is male (which doesn’t really matter) or that he may actually identify as a male at this point or whatever: you do NOT have to be bisexual to fall in love with a person of the same gender. You can be a straight guy and still fall in love with another guy (or anyone that’s not a woman), because:
Love. Isn’t. About. Fucking. Yes, Castiel’s vessel is male, but it’s not like we fall in love with other people’s genitals, right? I’m terribly sorry to break it to some of you, but not everything is about dick, so like… How about we stop making everything about sex (in every sense of the word)? I’ve seen people accusing Destiel shippers of sexualizing their relationship (yes, it’s true that there are people who just desperately want them to fuck while completely ignoring the emotional aspects of their relationship, but what can we do about it), but really – if saying “Destiel would never work because Dean is straight” (meaning: “because Dean wouldn’t want to have sex with Cas”) isn’t sexualization, than I don’t know what it is. They don’t have to bang, since their relationship is about so much more than sexual tension. You don’t have to have sex for your relationship to be valid, so seriously, this is such an ignorant thing to say, guys. It’s the fact that these two support, protect, need, love and care about each other unconditionally that makes their relationship so beautiful. The fact that they would never give up on each other. That they can communicate without saying a single word. That Cas makes Dean a better person and vice versa. That they would literally die for each other. That they care and are unable to kill one another even when they’re brainwashed or corrupted. That they would shake up Heaven and Hell for each other (and Earth, and Purgatory, and all those alternative universes, too). The way they gaze at each other. Their chemistry, loyalty, tenderness, trust, the slow burn and this damn “profound bond” – so unique, I’ve honestly never seen any canon couple share this kind of connection before. I could go on for centuries, but you get the point.
What I’m trying to say is that their relationship doesn’t have to be sexual. It’s romantic - and that’s what is special about it. It isn’t about two dudes looking hot while making out - which is actually what a lot of other show and movie makers think a queer romance mainly is, no shade. That’s why Destiel going canon would be an amazing revolution in terms of the portrayal of LBGTQA+ relationships. And I honestly don’t understand what’s so wrong with it or why anyone would be against it.
I’m sorry, that’s just the way I see it, please don’t start drama. The “Destiel can’t happen because Dean is straight” argument is just so invalid to me.
you know, I just realized what bothers me so much about even just the thought of jon kneeling, of giving the north to dany
it’s not the bad writing or the forced romance; it’s not even that sansa would be hated and ridiculed for such a decision, even though she would be
it’s that sansa went through everything for the dream of home - of the north. She was abused and tormented and tortured, physically and emotionally, and all she wanted was to go home
she was told over and over and over that her sole purpose, from the moment her father died, was to be the way another gained entry into the north
that she was just a tool to be used, for someone else to control her home
and here’s jon, giving it to someone. Giving away her home, her freedom, her safety
everything she’s worked for, every soldier she’s welcomed into her home for him; every northern lord she’s convinced to follow jon in his absence; every fire she’s put out, literally and figuratively; every time she’s refused to crown, because it belongs to jon
and he just gives it away
more than that, Robb died trying to free the north from the south; catelyn died trying to free the north from the south. Their blood runs through the country; their sacrifice made it possible for the north to be it’s own, independent kingdom
Nonbinary people with unsupportive family members are so strong and valid! I admire them every day. It’s hard not to have your family behind you, but their lack of understanding, their disapproval, in no way diminishes the validity of your identity, and you still and always will deserve for that identity to be respected.
Just a quick little blurbs that streamed from my head that need to get out, but no request will fill in the blanks.
It had been a little bit of time since you and your sweetheart got to actually hang out and be nerds within your shared apartment. Not with the upcoming meetings, speeches, and your wedding in a few weeks. Life had got pretty crazy fast and you both were one more meeting before being burned out.
Yet this seemed to be something you both needed.
Noctis laid across your lap, as he played the latest game that he hadn’t had a chance to touch. When you suddenly notice the game paused, and the thousand-eyed stare of your love.
“Noctis, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t remember what color our dog is.”
You didn’t know how to explain to him, that you both didn’t have a dog.
You had been in the bathroom getting ready, having the door closed due to if not you would be subject to a lot of embarrassing dancing pictures of your concerts. Only to hear a knock.
“Knew that too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You then heard him walk off, more than likely to get ready too. You really did love him.
You had been moving about the room for a while now, grabbing laundry, as the two of you always put it off until the last moment. When you stopped turning around to the bathroom, you heard a noise but the lights were off. You quirked an eyebrow, before pulling out your phone and texting your boyfriend.
Are you in the bathroom with the lights off?
‘What do you care I’m a grown man’ …
You couldn’t stop the giggles as you picked up a dirty shirt, to be put in the wash, seeing Gladiolus three imposing dots as he followed up with his retort of questioning him. Once making it to the laundry room, you finally heard you phone bing.
‘I’ll do what I want, don’t question me.’
‘Stubborn ass woman I love your ass btw’
You honestly didn’t understand why you two were texting, but you could understand that you did love this man to hell and back.
This was perfection, absolute perfection. No more than 24 hours ago, you were wedded to the man of your dreams. You both knew that with his job, you wouldn’t be able to take a honeymoon of any kind, yet you did not mind.
Every day was a honeymoon, now that you were Mrs. Ignis Scientia.
He was given the next day off, with the promise that the others would refrain from setting anything on fire, each other include.
“Is something on your mind, husband?” You giggled, laying across the bare chest of the man that owned your entire heart. Staring into those green eyes for once without his glasses to block them.
Ignis smiled, running a hand down your nude back, his other resting behind his head, in a moment of relaxation, “If only I had known what a wonderful piece of my soul was waiting for me, I would have come to you as soon as I learned to walk, my wife.”
You couldn’t stop the coo as your husband moved you forward for a kiss. One of many for years to come.
You were nervous, absolutely nervous, staring at the Oracle across the table from you. So perfect, so beautiful, you’d give up everything for her in a heartbeat. Nervously you placed down your salad fork, before leaning over to the man next to you.
“Can…can you ask if she likes me?”
The man next to you was none other than Ravus Nox Fluret, he sighed looking to his sister, then to you, “You’re married of course she is rather infatuated with you.”
“Ok, but like can you still ask her?”
Ravus groaned as he turned to his sister who had witnessed the entire situation, “Lunafreya, do you still like your wife?”
“Very much so, Ravus, I’m rather in love with her.” Lunafreya smiled.
Ravus turned to you, “Will that suffice?”
You nodded softly, before leaning back over to the man, “Okay, but like for real, though. I mean like-like?”
It took everything for Ravus not to slam his head into the table, you two were honestly the gross couple he’s ever had to be in the company of. He had much rather take it within the company of Pyrna. No wonder you too often had to be seated away from each other at meals.