very very remote

Dean is allowed to refuse to do things Sam’s way.

Dean is allowed to disagree with Sam.

Dean is allowed to be angry when Sam abandons or betrays him.

Dean is allowed to keep his feelings to himself.

Dean is allowed to have feelings regardless of whether they are what Sam thinks they should be.

Dean is allowed to call out even a loved one for hurting him or betraying him, especially if they keep doing it.

Dean is allowed to be afraid or nervous that they will do it again.

Humans are allowed to do all of these things, and as a person, so is Dean. None of these make Dean controlling, abusive, or cruel. Framing it as such what an abuser does to keep their victim in line. It’s a method certain people use to manipulate someone else into silence or compliance. Dean falls for it because of years and years of formative, psychological abuse, but that doesn’t make it even remotely true or right or even acceptable.

I need to expand my horizons. This is going to be a long list but if you blog about any of the following, I would greatly appreciate if you liked or reblogged this post.

  • Sherlock Holmes (ACD canon, Elementary, Ritchie, Granada, Sherlock)
  • Doctor Who
  • MCU
  • Sanctuary
  • Pushing Daisies
  • Dead Like Me
  • Hannibal
  • Continuum
  • Orphan Black
  • Neverwhere
  • Good Omens
  • Welcome to Night Vale
  • Game of Thrones
  • Cabin Pressure
  • Eragon
  • Murdoch Mysteries
  • In the Flesh
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events
  • AMC Humans
  • AOS Star Trek
  • Star Wars
  • Avatar: The Last Airbender
  • The Legend of Korra
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My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy.

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Road Trip AU.

Don’t talk to me or any of my sons ever again.

me, recommending TAZ to anyone: listen I know the first arc is full of boners and Jizz Tunnels but I swear to god just trust me

The seven other seas

1. The first of the seven other seas is initially difficult to distinguish from the more commonplace seas near its entrance, which some say is in the North Pacific. Navigation, however, is almost impossible. One can usually tell that one has entered the first other sea by the complete malfunction of GPS, compasses, celestial navigation, etc. at the same time. At night the stars are blurry smears across the sky. Generally the advice to those who have entered an other sea is to get out as quickly as possible, so the navigational problems pose a grave difficulty and few people have come back from the first other sea. Because it is near the North Pacific Gyre, great washes of plastic are sometimes seen near the entrance and this can be a way to navigate out. The nature of its actual hazards is rather vague. Some speak of just escaping the rising of unusually violent storms; others of drifts of fog they felt compelled to avoid. One must assume those who did not make it back learned somewhat more.

2. The water of the second sea is sweet and cherry-scented. It falls in extravagant waterfalls from steep, rocky islands thick with stinging plants (maybe there is some kind of fruit-based filtering system within?). Needless to say, the sweet water is clogged with vast algal blooms and the sort of extraordinary insectile forms one might expect near-infinite sugar to attract. The sky over the second sea is a thick, luminous yellow, as if a ferocious sun were doing battle with an enormous cloud bank. It is an awful place. Those who have come back from it are generally not fond of cherries.

3. The water in this sea seems to become thicker as one ventures further in. It grinds together like ice, although the weather is only moderately cool. Sailing into it is incredibly perilous and should only be undertaken for short distances and with a reinforced hull. There are many tales of ships who have entered unknowingly and their unfortunate ends. Needless to say, a swimmer could not last long in the milling waters, half-transformed to stone. They say if you could get through the transition zone this sea would be walkable on, and maybe it does not count as a sea at that point, even if one can still over the centuries feel the movements of great stone whales below.

4. There is no light here; no sun or moon or stars and (as far as we know) no phosphorescent seaweeds of the like. One can bring one’s own light sources, of course, but so far none have shown anything but a black, brackish sea against a black sky. The longest a boat has stayed here and returned is an hour. Depth soundings have yet to reveal evidence of a sea bed.

5. There is a perpetual smell of peat on the air; much more than the occasional small islands could produce. This is perhaps the friendliest of the seven other seas and there are some travellers who claim to have stayed here for weeks with little ill-effect. It is still notable that maybe one in three of those who have been in fail to come out. Therefore there must be some hazard, even if we are unable to say what it is.

6. We do not know anyone who has been to the sixth sea. Some say that it was invented to make sure that there were seven other seas and not six. Alternatively the entrance may be very remote or very small, or its waters peculiarly hostile.  

7. It is a shallow sea, and can be waded in in places. The sun shines very hot on its nearer parts, which are windless and smell strongly of the thick red seaweed that grows there. It is not known how far this sea stretches, though no-one has found an end of any sort other than a few lonely sandbanks. But one cannot sail here other than in tiny rowboats or punts, so it is hard to travel far. There have been explorers who were determined to prove that some miraculous feature existed, somewhere deep beyond the bland inner reaches of this sea. We waved them off, and we have not seen them since. I suppose if they found their utopia they might have stayed, and be still living.

Shot at in the Appalachians

This is a creepy encounter by reddit/Bowfin_99

Using a throwaway for anonymity.

I’m a biologist and frequently am by myself in remote locations. This occurred when I was 26 and somewhere between green and seasoned. I was surveying wetlands in a remote area of the Appalachians in an area dominated by thick pine forests.

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Arthur was a good lover in the sense of carnal pleasures.  “What was Rhaegar like?” He asked to her after sucking her neck.  But she knows she’s being used, as he had brought up Rhaegar multiple times throughout their fucking.  And in that moment, Elia didn’t know who she had become more disillusioned with, Rhaegar or Arthur. 

anonymous asked:

Now what's the nonsense about a thylacine being spotted and recorded? I know it's dailymail and the opposite of trustworthy, but can we be allowed to hope? I Want To Believe (it's not a kangaroo on four legs)!

Of course we’re allowed to hope, but keep in mind that thylacines suffered from low genetic diversity which decreased their resistance to disease (similar to what’s happening with Tasmanian devils and facial tumor disease). Also, the whole idea of a minimum viable population makes the chance very, very remote - according to one study, the odds of continued survival are 1 in 1.6 trillion.

So take everything with a grain of salt :)

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good fics with hurt!Dean where Cas takes care of him?

I really like Dean centric hurt/comfort, but I can’t think of lots where Cas takes care of him right now and my internet is super slow at the moment so I can’t browse through my recs and AO3 to give my memory a little boost.

I have written some which I can share and then if others also have some to share I can make a proper rec list later.

If you have hurt!Dean fic feel free to share! ♥ 

(Disclaimer: I only read bottom!Cas, so maybe give a warning if you share something that’s not! :3)


Shelter For The Lost And Loney Wolf by SillyBlue

Dean’s on a blind run through a forest he doesn’t know. He’s wounded and he feels like his escape might be the end of him. But then an unlikely person finds him and nurses him back to health.


Holes in the Roof by SillyBlue

Castiel is used to the solitude and uneventfulness of his life as the priest of a very tiny, very remote (and not well visited) village church. He might not be particularly fond of the dullness but he’s not sure if wounded angels crashing through the roof can be counted as a blessing.


Black Dove by SillyBlue

With no recollection of how or why, Dean finds himself transported two years into the future.

The only chance Dean’s got to survive in a world where civilization is either gathered into Leviathan controlled cities or in small Settlements is someone he had believed dead.
Joining Castiel on his travels through the Settlements and the toxic wastelands gives them both a chance to mend what’s been broken between them while Dean tries to find a way back home.
It’s a little bit inconvenient though when the only clues as to why he’s been sent to the future are a very unstable connection back to Sam in 2012 and a number of seemingly random weapons and items, including an ominous gold thread and… a box of condoms.

This isn’t that much about Cas taking care of Dean because it’s more like a case fic. But it does feature Cas caring for Dean because the world is overwhelming for Dean.


Like A Stain Upon My Skin by SillyBlue (Explicit)

“Prudence and Clarity” was Mary Winchester’s credo for staying alive despite a curse flowing through the blood of all the women in her family. Learn how to lie, was the second rule she had to implement when she watched her son grow up within 3 days of being born.

Being the only male amazon in the history of their messed up species meant that Dean’s life was dominated by lies, shame and loneliness. After unwittingly saving Castiel Novak from becoming the next human sacrifice to the amazons’ mating cycle, he allowed himself one night where he could pretend that he had a shot at a relationship. But breaking Mary’s first rule not only pulled Castiel back into a world he had escaped from years ago, but also drew the amazons’ attention who would love to get their hands on Dean.

Dean is hurt and Cas saves the day, but not a lot of taking care of him.


Other people’s great fics:

Ectothermic, Endothermic by Cendrariva

So, perhaps patrolling the Sticklback Hills during storm season wasn’t the best idea Dean ever had. Watching Cas flying in the sunlight was awesome, until the heavens opened and they were both absolutely drenched. But now Dean was beginning to get cold, and that was a very bad thing when you’re a naga in the middle of nowhere.


Smoke Jumper by Nikolaus_Chaser

When Dean Winchester’s parachute fails to deploy in the middle of a raging forest fire, he prepares for death. What he never expects is for his life to be saved by a creature he didn’t even know existed until now.

Haven’t finished reading this one yet!


Tthe Breath that passed from you to me by mariesondetre

When Dean Winchester had to stop hunting with his brother for a while to be treated in Waverly Hills tuberculosis sanatorium, he wasn’t expecting to meet someone who fought the same creatures as him. It turned out his doctor, Castiel Novak, was also a Man of Letters. And he was also going to become so much more for Dean…

WIP! Also haven’t finished reading this one yet!

@agentquinn shared a bunch of billford AU ideas and I had to write a quick something for this one because it is good and I am Predictable. This ended up barely having anything to do with Ford at all and being mostly about Stan and Bill antagonising each other. Go figure.

There was something about the hospital bed that made Ford look like an old man.

Stan shifted in the uncomfortably square, uncomfortably wide chair by the window, awkwardly trying to act like he wasn’t just sitting here staring at his unconscious twin. Not like there was anyone else here to impress anyway. The doctors had given their little speech over an hour ago, how there was nothing more they could do now, just needing to wait, see how much damage the seizures had done. They’d checked everything that could be checked and adjusted everything that needed adjusting, and had left Stan alone with the quiet beeping of some monitor or something and the steady rise and fall of Ford’s chest.

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Tag appreciation!

I love seeing all the tags/comments that you all add when you reblog things.  So I’m going to start a new thing.  A blog I follow, marvelshuffle, has this awesome thing they do where they post some fun tags on their shuffles from the first 24 hours of the posting. 

So, let’s give this a shot!  Some of the tags from this imagine.

#Steve and Tony #this would’ve been amazing #domestic avengers #why was this not in AoU?!?! #marvel #mcu (via lokis-marvel-universe)

#this is cute! #he’s such a dork #come on - this is part of what would have been amazing #if they’d actually shown the avengers living in avengers tower #where everyone’s caught doing something embarassing #tony dancing in his workshop #nat introducing thor to beyonce and painting his toes #clint trying to ‘help’ bruce cook dinner and causing an explosion by accident #it would have been amazeballs #rhodey and sam getting overly competitive playing wii sports #tony teaming up with rhodey and sam teaming up with steve and somehow the flatscreen gets a remote thrown through it #pepper showing up and being confused as hell #sigh·whatever man #i’m not bitter about the lack of domestic!avengers #not bitter at all #marvel #steve and tony (via invincible-iron-woman)

Fic Masterpost

I’ve been asked to make a masterpost of all my Destiel fics, so here it is!

You can access all my fics on AO3 so the links (click the titles) will guide you there!

The fics below are organized in categories that I hope are easy to navigate.

If you have any questions about the fics or are unsure if you want to read them/ if they’re safe for you to read them, just ask and I’ll tell you what you need to know!

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theguardian.com
'There's nothing like it in comics' … how Love and Rockets broke the rules
It’s the groundbreaking comic whose characters have aged along with its readers – and Neil Gaiman is a huge fan

“I was an enormous fan,” says Neil Gaiman, the multi-award-winning author and graphic novelist. “I still am. I don’t really understand why the material of Love and Rockets isn’t widely regarded as one of the finest pieces of fiction of the last 35 years. Because it is.”

“I grew up on a very, very remote farm in an incredibly white part of the Oregon coast,” remembers comic writer Gail Simone. “As a kid, the first issue of Love and Rockets I saw astonished me not just with its visual and storytelling mastery, but with the worlds it focused on – characters of every shape and background, from women selling babosas barefooted to sexy, smart mechanic girlfriends. I’d never experienced anything like it, and that’s because there is nothing else like it.”