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mewmewgirl101 · 18 days

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Sorry for this but but I got a mean comment recently even though I put special tags to it didn’t happen so I apologize for this but it’s cause I got a really rude comment. So I apologize for this my fellow Megstiel shippers

If you DON’T AGREE PLEASE IGNORE THIS POST I PUT SPECIAL ANT DEASTIEL TAGS.AND PRO MEGSTIEL TAGS. ON THIS ONE AND THE ONE I GOT A MEAN COMMENT ON

I think he likes girls he lots of them in his hut when he was a hippie and checked them out every girl smiling at them as they walked passed he sniffed a waitress. Made out with April. Made out with Meg liked Hanna he and if you look closely you can see him swallowed

Hard he was so nervous and flustered about seeing her with out any clothes on.

Um yes it does make him very nervous and she knows it. he's such a bad liar about that if it didn't bother him would’ve looked away the second he saw her like that and acted differently and would have turned his head easily and not even payed attention. but he had a hard time looking away and had to change the subject it was so herd to look away. If he didn't look away when he did he would have pulled a dean say something prevy like dean. I've noticed cas stop him self for checking girls

He had to change the subject he had such hard time looking away and only looked away cause he's gentlemen and cause he don’t trust him self to hold back unless he looked away.

Sorry for this but but I got a mean comment recently even though I put special tags to it didn’t happen so I apologize for this

IF YOU DONT AGREE PLEASE IGNORE THIS AND DON’T PUT A NEGATIVE COMMENT CAUSE I PUT SPECIAL TAGS SO IT DOESNT HAPPEN

Liar if you look close you can see him swallow She got him so nervous And flustered he still watched her leave the room I think he swallowed he had such a difficult time looking away change the subject. and her still looked.as she walked away. . Cass never even came on to dean or other guys. He just doesn't understand personal space and he’s said Dean is his family Cass

If he liked guys he wouldn't have kissed made out with Meg. And wouldt and wouldn’t have wanted more of what him and April did. if he loved Dean. He would have said dean’s full name. He only said it how he did was because dean was the only other one in the room If sam and Jack with dean and he would’ve gave his speech of them saying i love you all my family. Dean was the only one in the room at the time.

Cas chose to leave and stay with Meg and be with at a hospital instead of staying with Sam and dean. Never complimented dean. Or came on to him or looked at him with lovey eyes like he did meg he loves meg I want to them so bad they get to kiss him so lucky.

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not-supernatural · 3 months

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castiel falling in love with dean is insane imagine you falling in love with an ant. this is destiel

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evilmario666 · 1 year

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Us Tumblr users would be amazing parents.

Think about it.

Children with unique and powerful names like Moriarty, the Greed-ler, Jerma985, Loki, Vriska, Anon Hate, John Green, and Destiel marching into the next generation like ants.

We’d teach our kids to be strong. They’d never get bullied. Because if they got bullied, they’d just tell the bullies to go kill themselves.

We’d teach our kids to be kind. They would treat each other with the kindness of commenting on one’s fanfiction on Ao3.

We’d teach our kids to be resourceful and smart. Us Tumblr users are known for surviving show hiatuses. But we make through. We make through with gay fanart, analysis of every damn episode, and dedication. We survived the Sherlock finale in 2017. I think our kids could survive nuclear warfare.

We’d show our kids art. Not that Cocomelon bullshit, not throwing them in front of an iPad, not letting their soul be consumed by Blippi episodes. We’d show them art. Art such as:

- Ouran High School Host Club

- Divergent

- Homestuck

- Once-ler

- Quirkybrittany

And more. So much more.

We’d build the best families.

#Mario posts

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horrorshow · 1 year

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what @bagsley said about destiel here: “maybe in a monsterfucking way it could be cool to be with someone who has no frame of reference in common with you, who has no real gender, no body of their own. i never payed enough attention to cas to know for sure but like he doesn't sweat or go to the bathroom or eat, right? does he smell like anything? probably not because he wears the same clothes for years.” THIS IS WHAT MAKES DESTIEL SEXY TO ME. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKED UP POTENTIAL THERE. it’s so.. impersonal and cold and devoid of humanity. and yet cas could burn right through him.

it must be SO terrifying but intriguing to have such a powerful billion-years-old non-human creature fall in love with you. someone who never even experienced human emotions before, who has never wanted anything for himself, but now he WANTS, for the first time he FEELS, and he’s soooo creepy and invasive and intense about it. he has no knowledge of autonomy or privacy or any human stuff. and he can see ALL of dean while dean can’t even see cas’ true form bc it would blind him. he doesn’t eat, he doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t breathe. the sex would be literally a mind-blowing near-death-experience. cas is like an dinosaur worshipping an ant but still stepping on him accidentally 3 times a day, and one time on purpose just to see how he would react. except even a dinosaur would be more alive than him. it’s like being exposed and vulnerable to an all seeing eye who can smite you the moment you stop being entertaining. but dean is good with being on display - he can work with that. destiel IS the freak ship actually and i wish MORE people talked about this.

#something about that and dean ultimately not choosing cas the way cas wants him #it should have made cas SO MUCH WORSE #AND IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO INTERESTING #why anyone wants him to be human is beyond me #spn and fandom made cas so boring #like. i think there IS something necrophilic about it but i think dean would be into that #hope its okay to copy this bc i didnt wanna go 'why destiel is good' on your 'why destiel sucks' post but GOD it gives me brainworms #sorry<3 #deancas

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einloukrativesangebot · 2 months

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January 2024 Destiel Fic Recs

Here are some of my favourite Destiel fics posted in January 2024. The point of this rec list is to shine light on some new fics that otherwise might go drowing in the ocean of Destiel fics on ao3.

cure of all, this fruit divine by hurtygurdyman

Father, I am sorry my nature does not come easily to me. I know neither how I was made nor why I feel so alone.Cas draws a line in the soil that will one day become the Mississippi River. He looks up at God with a feeling in his gut he doesn’t want to name. spnflash day 4: envy.

This one is very short and poetic. (868 words)

i'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet by 13zepptraxx

“Thanks,” he whispers still, allowing Castiel’s hand to reside on the side of his face. He could shrug it away, and he knows he probably should, because right now he and Cas are tiptoeing along a line set a long time ago, one that they both silently agreed they should never cross. Across this line is uncharted waters, unknown consequences, no semblance of what will become; but it’s important to note that Dean wants to cross that line, all the time, every single day. He yearns so badly for it; so he’s taking this moment, this blurring of the line. Tomorrow they can go back to only looking at one another when the other is looking elsewhere, and stealing touches in the form of healing or in a quick pat on the shoulder that turns into a balled fist as they walk away. Tonight, Dean will allow himself to be weak.

Everything about this fic is just perfect. The fucking hours I spend going through every fic posted in january were worth it just for this one, honestly. (1,642 words)

What a Brave Little Ant You Are by withthekeyisking

The first time man-in-charge Cas shows up at Bobby's place, Dean promptly flips the fuck out and shoots him.By the fourth time, Dean doesn't bother reaching for his gun.

Season 7 godstiel, very interesting dynamic. (2,320 words)

Baker Company Pie by S1nging_Y0u_S0ftly

Castiel remembers a recipe from the Great Depression, and decides to bake it for Dean. It's a water pie, something he'd had a few times as a child and remembers it being edible. It will have to do.

This is a coda fic for Ninety One Whiskey, and if I loved 91w as much as I did, you'll love this one as well. (2,570 words)

Nobody Here But Us Chickens by ImYourHoneyBee

Dean has been trying out endearments inside his head for years. He can’t help it. Some sentences feel wrong on his tongue without one, the unsaid words jumping over themselves to leap out of his mouth like living things. It took him a long time to label it love, but what else could the urge be when Cas makes him feel so much? When Cas is hurt, Dean's gruff, “You good?” needs a comma and a ‘sweetheart’ at the end. Calling out in a dank, dusty storage room for a hand with hauling boxes or needing a clarifying eye on an obscure, potentially magical trinket wants to start with a questioning, “Hey, honey?” He can almost taste it, dripping off his tongue sweet and wanting, casual in its intimacy. Sometimes, Dean slips up. “Good morning, sunshine,” while passing Cas a doctored-up cup of coffee in his favourite mug has become a morning ritual. It’s innocuous enough to get away with if he doesn’t think about it too hard. Sometimes, he tries his best to make it sarcastic, but it inevitably comes out too sincere. Cas hasn't caught on yet, though, and Sam has stopped shooting him questioning side-eyes, so Dean's pretty sure he's pulling it off. The problem is that it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Very fluffy, they are soo soft in this, I love it. (4022 words)

45 by soft_pine

Dean's 4th, 5th, and 45th birthdays.

The contrast between those birthdays just chef's kiss! (1,158 words)

found it here in your love by nevernevergirl

Dean's birthday doesn't go as planned. Cas is definitely not throwing a tantrum about it. (In which learning to live your life after nearly two decades of saving the actual world is a process. They're doing it together, though.)

Another Dean's birthday fic, I actually read this one his birthday :). (2,779 words)

Don’t Let the Sound (of Your Own Wheels) Drive You Crazy by Eightbitpale

Like a crazy person, like this is new information, Dean thinks: there’s an angel of the lord in my passenger seat. One day I brought him home with me and he hasn’t left since. Cas sighs loudly, and turns a little in his seat to look at Dean head on.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

“Don’t read my thoughts, Cas”, Dean replies on autopilot, knowing even as he says it that that’s not what the angel meant. There’s a beat of silence between them where Cas just lets the tension hang, knowing all too well that the steely look he’s currently beaming into the side of Dean’s head is enough to make him crack eventually. Dean cracks. “I guess I was just thinking that some shit never changes, y’know?”Its been a long drive. Dean is thinking loudly.

I love the way this one was written, the atmosphere was really special.(3,917 words)

I (22m) am concerned about a coworker (30sm) but am wary of getting too involved in his life by bitterred

A coworker at the Gas-N-Sip that Castiel works at has noticed some weird things about him and decided to write into /r/relationships for advice. "I (22M) have a coworker (mid-30s, I think, M) and this dude (I guess I’ll call him Steve, it's anonymous enough) is more than a little weird. We work at a convenience store/gas station. It’s like he doesn’t understand any pop culture reference, at all, but talks about stuff from ancient history (like, literally, stuff that is in the bible) like he knows it happened for sure."

Short reddit fic about a one of Cas' coworkers perspective on Dean. (492 words)

but honey, most of them are true by Owco

Sam overhears some gossip between two hunters at a bar. He is surprised to learn that it’s all true. Set sometime after Exodus, around Let the Good Times Roll.

A very funny and unique take on the "Sam finds out about Dean and Cas"- trope. (2,996 words)

If you read and enjoy these fics make sure that you leave kudos and/or write a comment! Some of these stories are first fic the author posted on ao3 and they deserve all the love and motivation.

(And please feel free to point out any mistakes I might have made with the links and stuff... hope you enjoy! See you next month for the february recs.)

#fic rec #destiel #destiel fanfic #january 2024 #new fics #destiel fic rec #ao3 #spn #supernatural

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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The Mission

Summary: Castiel is intrigued by his mission; rescuing a human from hell has never been attempted. He's even more intrigued when he finds him.

Pairings: Dean and Cas (non-romantic) - not a Destiel fic. (No shade or shame to Destiel shippers, it's just not what I was going for here, but you do you. 😊)

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing major, show level gore, Dean in hell, Dean suffering supreme angst, early seasons (aka VERY angel-y) Cas.

Word Count: 2,084

A/N: So, this has been something that's lived in my brain for a while now. I was reading a comment on a YouTube edit one time, and the person mentioned that, when imagining Cas rescuing Dean from hell, so many people have the image in their head, of Cas pulling Dean away from torture, or out of the chains we see him in. But really, of course, when Cas rescues him, Dean has already been torturing souls for a decade. So, that is what he rescues him from.

I absolutely ADORE Dean and Cas' relationship and I love both characters so much. So, this was my interpretation/headcanon of how I think things went down when Cas raised Dean from perdition.

The beautiful dividers below at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

The angel had never been to Hell. There had never been a need.

Heaven was separate and apart from the demon dimension, and from earth too. Yes, they observed earth, sometimes sat in shadows and watched the humans live their lives; watched them fail and succeed, love and hate, fear the wrong things, worry away their existence and throw away their potential, accomplish incredible acts of generosity and love, create beautiful things, and all too often, destroy one another.

The angel had seen all things on earth, he knew all things in heaven, or thought he did. He knew how often humanity failed and had even heard some brothers and sisters say that their Father had been heartbroken by His creations and that was why He was hard to find these days. There were so few who spoke to God, but they seemed to think He was very disappointed. The angel knew some of his brothers and sisters saw their human charges as little more than hairless apes.

But he found them occasionally intriguing.

He’d been very intrigued when he was given this assignment. They were to infiltrate Hell and rescue a human from there before he succumbed to evil. When he heard of their mission, he’d wondered, why this human?

They found out that the First Demon was trying to use him to free their banished brother from his cage. But knowing that still didn’t explain it to the angel; why this human? He had his orders and he would follow them; of course he would follow them.

But he was curious.

He knew he shouldn’t be - curiosity had gotten him into trouble in the past. Curiosity was almost an emotion, nearly a human thing. There was no room in an angel’s mind for wondering, for seeking to understand. Orders and rules were in place to be obeyed. That was all.

He told himself this over and over, yet the kernel of curiosity remained.

So the garrison had breached the gates of hell with trumpet sounds and waves of celestial power, but they knew immediately that they were too late. They could feel it in the air, smell it in the sulfur-filled atmosphere; the demons were rejoicing - had been for quite a while by the looks of things. The burning fires of the pit were alive with joy. The angels had mounted their offensive too late, taken too long to break through the defenses of Hell.

And the Righteous Man had fallen.

But the orders came through from their superiors to fight on, to get to the human and save him, rescue him, bring him out of death. So they did.

There was no particular angel that was meant to be the rescuer; it only worked out by chance that he was the one walking through the ante-chamber and into the dungeon. They had all fought hard, and he just happened to get through first.

But as he pushed through the heavy door, into the dark, stone room, and saw the man who stood inside, the angel believed, for just a moment, that perhaps their Father had truly meant for it to be he who found him. As his angelic glance fell upon the tarnished human soul in front of him, it felt almost fated.

“Hello, Dean.”

The man did not seem to hear him or maybe didn’t care that he did. He stood in front of a table with the remnants of a sliced up soul laid out before him. The soul still screamed, but it was nearly eradicated, all burns and blood and pain.

Dean Winchester though, held onto his human form. It was an illusion, of course, there were no bodies in Hell, not really. But bodies were imprinted onto the human souls that were left to fester there because it hurt them more, terrified and tormented them more to see the flesh they knew so well being peeled off in front of them. The pain could be inflicted to their soul without it, but the demons liked the added flourish.

So, to the angel, Dean stood before the table looking like an ordinary, everyday human. And yet not. There was something different too, something the angel couldn’t define, something that brought out his dangerous curiosity once again. Dean’s soul shimmered just below the surface of his body construct, and the angel was quite sure he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his millenia of existence.

As Dean pushed his knife into the ravaged flesh of the soul he tortured, the angel watched a black spot blossom across the bright light that was the essence of Dean Winchester. There were many, similarly dark, decaying spots marring the surface, blocking out the light. The angel had seen many such blemished human souls; even in heaven there were some souls who wore their wounds from earth forever.

But what he found very curious, what made him feel a kind of wonder and awe was that as one piece of Dean’s soul darkened, the other, clean pieces, shone brighter, nearly blinding even to his angel eyes. He’d never seen a soul fighting so hard against the darkness trying to overtake it.

He tried again to get Dean’s attention, but the man just continued his monstrous work, carving and slicing into bleeding flesh. The angel took another tactic. Perhaps the human was too far gone into Hell to hear a voice from Heaven. So, he brought forth the image of the vessel he intended to use when the angels all followed Dean to earth as the next part of their mission.

He’d been making visits to Jimmy Novak, helping him prepare to become a vessel, testing him. So pulling up the illusion of his appearance was easy, and suddenly there were two bodies standing in the room together and Dean seemed finally to see him.

The man’s bright green eyes looked remarkably out of place in the dank hole they occupied. He stared at him and the angel nodded, beginning his greeting once again.

“Hello, Dean. I am Castiel. I’m an angel of the Lord and I’m here to rescue you.”

The jewel-like eyes blinked but there was no depth or human emotion there, and within seconds he returned to the task in front of him, dragging yet another tortured shriek from the shredded man in front of him.

“Dean, did you not hear me? I’m here to pull you out of Hell. You must come with me. We’re running out of time.”

The man spoke and his deep voice echoed oddly, as though he was speaking from somewhere deep inside himself.

“Lies.” He said. “You’re not gonna fool me again, Alastair.”

Castiel frowned. “I am not a demon. I told you, I’m an angel, and I am here to free you from Hell.”

Dean’s body seemed to shudder slightly and he made a particularly vicious thrust with his knife into the belly of the mutilated soul he was working, ripping downwards and spilling entrails onto the table.

“Lies.” He whispered again, and Castiel could see the pain in his soul throb.

Castiel heard noises coming from outside the door, still far enough away, but approaching. “Dean, you have to come with me, now.”

Stepping forward the angel took hold of Dean’s shoulder with Jimmy’s hand. But the vessel wasn’t true, only illusion, and the angel’s grace still burned forth; he felt the way his hand singed the Righteous Man’s soul, burning him.

Dean screamed and dropped the knife, wrenching himself away from the angel and falling to the ground. He sat a moment, eyes clenched in pain before he opened them again, and looked up to where the angel hovered above him, ready to grab hold of him again if he needed to.

But what he saw in the man’s emerald eyes told him that Dean Winchester was awake at last; all the pain that emanated from his darkened soul had bubbled up into his expressive face and beautiful eyes. Shock and fear were first, but as he stood up and looked to the pitiful creature he’d ripped apart, horror blossomed there.

“Oh god.” He whispered. “Oh, god. No.” He said and he reached forward to where the man’s intestines were spilling out of his insides and, rather horribly, tried to push them back in. His voice was frantic and on the verge of screaming as he looked at what he’d done.

“God, I’m so sorry, god, god, I’m sorry.” He looked to the angel, and Castiel was unsure what to do or say as tears rolled down Dean’s face.

“Please, please help me.” He begged the angel.

Castiel shook his head. “There is no time Dean, we must leave, now.”

But the former hunter either wouldn’t or couldn’t listen. While trying to hold slippery guts inside a stomach cavity, he was also trying to put pressure on all the parts that were bleeding out. He began slipping in the blood as he tried to use his own body to stop the flow.

Castiel had no idea what to do. This was the last thing he’d expected to see. He could just grab him again and pull him out. But there was something about Dean’s devastation, the collapse of the carefully constructed walls he’d lived behind for a decade of Hell’s savagery, that made the angel want to fix it for him.

“Stand back, Dean.”

The hunter shook his head. “I can’t, he’s bleeding too much.”

“Stand back.” Castiel repeated softly.

Dean looked at him properly for the first time, and something in the celestial being’s borrowed face seemed to resonate in him and he nodded and stepped back. Castiel laid his burning hands on the remnants of the creature on the table and a white light shone brightly for a moment and when it was gone, the body was gone too, only blood and torn clothing remained.

Dean shook his head. “What did you do to him?”

Castiel shrugged. “I gave him a second chance. He’ll be reborn into a new body and try to see if he can avoid ending up down here a second time.”

Dean frowned and scrubbed his face with his hands, leaving streaks of blood behind. “You can do that?”

“Sometimes.” Castiel said, not adding the fact that he’d never done it before, only seen older brothers and sisters doing it once or twice. He wasn’t even sure he was allowed to do it. But when Dean turned grateful eyes on him, a semblance of relief on his beautiful face, Castiel found that he was willing to take the risk; it was worth it.

Dean shook his head. “Are you really here to…get me out?”

Castiel nodded. “Yes, I’m going to return you to your real body, which is buried in a field in Illinois. You’ll have to crawl out by yourself. But I’ll be there to meet you soon after. Listen for my voice, I won’t have my vessel yet.”

Dean nodded. “I will."

Castiel started to reach for Dean’s shoulder again, trying not to burn him in any other places. But before he did, he thought he should make something clear.

"You won't remember me when you wake in your body. But I'll find you."

Hope bloomed in Dean's eyes again. "An’ I'll forget all this too?"

For the first time in his existence, Castiel wished he could lie. But instead he shook his head. "No, I'm afraid you'll remember all of Hell."

Dean closed his eyes slowly, eventually nodding. “Yeah,” he whispered, “I shouldn’t get to forget.”

Castiel wanted to ask what he meant by that, but just then, he heard the fighting move closer, right outside the dungeon door, and he realized they couldn't waste any more time. So he gripped Dean tight, raising him from perdition.

The hunter’s soul shone brightly as the angel raced him through the Hell dimension and through the air and sky, to finally burrow him into the dirt and set his soul carefully back into his human body. With his hand still on Dean's shoulder, the angel pushed grace through the corpse, healing the decayed flesh, and connecting body and soul once again. Dean gasped, suddenly alive beneath the soil faster than Castiel had anticipated, so he fled.

It wasn't until later, as he saw Dean staring in the mirror, confused and shocked, that he realized he hadn't healed the handprint burned into Dean's shoulder.

For a reason he couldn’t explain, that fact made the angel smile.

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antvnger · 9 months

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((You got it, dude. I had another ask for 'Why is Gamora' so you'll be tagged in that one too. This one is just the 'he's adopted' scene. @gay-destiel))

BANNER Methinks that Loki should not be our focus, Whose brain is but a gunnysack of cats. Vast heaps of lunacy waft off the man.

THOR Take thou some care with reckless words, I pray--Yea, Loki hath turn'd senseless, that may be, Yet still is born of Asgard and my kin.

ROMANOFF He slaughter'd eighty people in two nights.

THOR He was adopted, of that be thou sure.

The Bard's Avengers Game

#for the ant mun #gay destiel #the bard’s avengers #assemble ye avengers #avengers #thor #loki #bruce banner #natasha romanoff

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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@jactingjoices tagged me, thank you!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Status quo ante bellum

Castiel wasn’t just happy when he died. He was relieved.

2. Ignite your bones

Exterior. Night.

The stage is set.

3. Heal me with

It’s the sixth time that Cas has died.

4. Forget your perfect offering

Dean Winchester looks younger when he’s sleeping.

5. Full of Grace

It’s his third day in heaven. Or at least, what feels like the third day.

6. Life Skills

“No Cas, you gotta hold your palms flat on the table.”

7. Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby

Dean looks at himself from the outside.

8. I said show me something

Dean decides to make an effort.

9. my body aches to breath your breath

Dean’s laptop had long ago been shoved aside, and was now tottering precariously at the foot of his bed, the credits scrolling across the screen obscured by Castiel’s hurriedly discarded sweat pants.

10. The Calculus of Infinitesimals

After Eyghon, Jenny doesn’t think there’s anything else to learn about Rupert

Tagging @casgape @wanderingcas @icefire149 @restlesshush @autisticandroids @yesitsterriblysimple @valleydean @destiel-wings @norakovacs

#spn #destiel #btvs #calendiles #fanfiction #meme #Doing this i realize that i like my opening paragraphs a lot more than just the opening sentences #some of these could really use some more pizzaz

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cartassinmarcar · 4 days

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Dear reader, alguna vez leíste revista sudestada?

Literalmente

La otra vuelta estaba en YouTube y termine en el video de Take Me To The Church de Hozier. Dentro de los comentarios del video uno decía en joda: "Religious moms: Sing this song because it has amen in it Their lgbtq+ children: (:O)" A lo que, por supuesto, la persona mas pesada del universo le respondió un texto larguísimo acerca de como "Este tema no habla de la sexualidad sino sobre el amor te dejo todos estas citas del cantante te pido por favor que reflexiones antes de hablar sin saber"(sic)(Mind you el video ES sobre dos muchachos a los besos que son acosados y golpeados por un grupo de homofóbicos) y no me queda otra que preguntarme que carajo nos esta pasando como época en la que todo lo que tenga que ver con INTERPRETAR algo esta completamente en una.

No es solo de que repente nadie es capaz de entender ni elaborar una metáfora(no es que yo sea una experta en simbolismos tampoco el 80% se me pasan de largo), la intertextualidad mas evidente es señalada de plagio y cualquier intento de apropiarse del arte es una falta de respeto y se considera una injuria al artista. En vez de aprovechar para enriquecernos del debate y compartir interpretaciones, reflexiones sobre simbología, mitología e historia, se sale a cazar brujas y a insultar a quien se atreva a ensuciar el buen nombre del artista. Que en paz descanses Barthes, zafaste de vivir esta época pelotudisima.

(Para mi la canción era sobre cocaína, porque en mi mente los hombres solo saben amar en los fanfics)

Soft homofobia

Asumiendo el riesgo de volverme full revista sudestada, hay algo ahi. Desde afuera, sacando ese tirón en el alma que te genera presenciar esa homofobia casual que no se reconoce así misma como tal, its a little bit funny porque tenes a Macho McMacho, que de repente se da cuenta que esa obra de su ídolo, con el que tanto se identifica, también identifica a esos trolos, por lo cual no encuentran otra solución que salir, con tapones de punta, a explicar como degenerados retuercen todo, no vaya a ser cosa que…

Me hace acordar mucho a supernatural, y a la bronca con la que Jensen responde a las fans de Destiel. No importa si el personaje de Dean esta basado en un personaje de una novela de los 50 que era bisexual, o que básicamente esta escrito a lo largo de 15 temporadas, el vinculo que desarrollo Jensen con su personaje blurrea las líneas de las realidad y para el se convierte en algo que es parte de su identidad. Si Jensen es heterosexual, y Dean es Jensen, Dean tiene que ser heterosexual. Y así es como termina tan enojado porque el 90% de su publico tiene nociones mínimas de compresión lectora.

TPTSD - The Post Traumatic Syndrome Department

Obvio que de este tema no se puede hablar sin traerla a la Taylor, basta con entrar al tag gaylor para encontrar la version femenina del trollcenter de la libertad avanza, insultos, amenazas y doxxeos, todo esta justificado si alguien osa pensar que tu artista favorita pudo haber estado a los besos con otra chica (si, incluso tu trabajo) . The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon sobre una mujer? no vez que sos una degenerada?, los varones tambien pueden usar labial sabias? deberias considerar matarte. Con el estreno del disco nuevo, estoy considerando tomarme un tiempo de las redes sociales, porque si hay algo toxico en esta vida, mas toxico que escuchar a Adorni todas las mañanas, es este fandom infernal y me da un poco de baja astral la idea de leerlas proyectar todos sus traumas porque un pan triste no las quiso lo suficiente y viendo como se enojan porque hay fans que no estan enojadas con Joe (porque viven en la vida real y no en el fanfic que se armaron en sus cabezas). Que difícil se me hace.

Por mi parte no me importa mucho nada porque Joe tiene mi absoluto y sincero respeto ya que supo capitalizar la locura de las Swifties para traer atención sobre la masacre Palestina desde un principio. De nuevo un momento revista sudestada? puede ser, pero dentro de lo poco que respeto a los hombres, respeto a los que tienen integridad.

El aceite esta 3 lucas a quien le importa lo que pase en palestina

El aceite esta tres lucas, me parece totalmente valido que no se involucren en lo que esta pasando en palestina. Cada día en este país es una mala noticia atrás de otra, me parece sumamente razonable que a las desgracias que vivimos no tengan ganas de sumarle ver video tras video de familias destrozadas, de gente en campos de refugiados, de cadáveres de niños muertos. Esta por cerrar la universidad publica, me parece que es esperable que fastidie un poco que el grupito del PO este mas preocupado por llevar las banderas palestinas que por tratar de lograr un consenso con los de la mella a ver que carajo se puede hacer. Lo entiendo, me parece super valido.

Me gastaría igual que la misma lógica la aplicaran frente a los israelíes que pasaron un par de horas en un refugio, pero al parecer esa es una tragedia de la que merece hablarse durante días, no como los nenes palestinos que solo les importan a quienes evidentemente tienen que aflojarle a revista sudestada (chabón, que rotos estamos que estar en contra de matar nenes es estar sobre ideologizado)

Silencio, que no es silencio.

Me vuelve loca (derogatory) que en este país, cuya esencia moral y espiritual es la grieta, y que la grieta es la materia prima en la que se sostiene eso que llaman periodismo, todos los medios, desde LN+ hasta C5N decidieron que aquello en lo que valía la pena unificarse era en la propagación de la propaganda Israeli.

Lo que mas me llama la atención de todo esto es que, por lo menos atrás de los medios que consideramos progres, el publico no para de reclamarle que sean objetivos con la cobertura de las noticias, es decir, ni siquiera responden a su publico.

El otro día termine full rata apretando el puño de la bronca, mientras escuchaba a Fede Simonetti, a quien no le tiembla el pulso para hablar de las consecuencias del imperialismo yanki y el FMI, hablar sobre como "El conflicto" entre Iran e Israel es porque en Israel gobierna la extrema derecha que quiere controlar los territorios palestinos y en Iran y esos países (generalización incluida) son estados teocráticos fundamentalista que abogan por la destrucción de Israel.

Es tan burda la propuesta de la cobertura que me cuesta entender si es una manipulación planificada y ejecutada de una manera hasta patética o si el desinterés por parte del periodismo es tal que ni siquiera lo intentan. No hay que ser especialista en relaciones internacionales ni estar demasiado al tanto de medio oriente como para entenderlo, aunque no estaría mal que recurran a alguien que sepa algo es mas se los pido por favor.

Desde el vamos reducir el conflicto a algo puramente teológico es simple y llanamente una estupidez, y hablar de conflicto es, como mínimo dudoso. Plantear que el problema es que Israel tiene ahora un gobierno de extrema derecha es de una pobreza intelectual que me hace daño, pero suele sen una tendencia dentro de los comunicadores progresistas la incapacidad de conceptualizar algo con un poco mas de profundidad que la derecha es mala muy mala. Israel es un estado ilegitimo de ocupación desde sus inicios hace 75 años, que ha violentado al pueblo palestino desde sus inicios y ha llevado a cabo multiples masacres, así que no, no es resultado de la orientación de extrema derecha de Netanyahu. Por otro lado, la generalización de Iran y esos países es lo suficientemente vago como para apelar al racismo e islamofobia de una sociedad que no tiene ni idea de como funciona esa parte del mundo. Hablar de que Iran es una teocracia sin mencionar que Israel es un etno-estado y plantear que Iran quiere destruir a Israel frente a un Israel que quiere controlar "los territorios palestinos" no puede ser ni siquiera considerado como una mala lectura cuando es lisa y llanamente una mentira con pilas de evidencia en contra.

La unica explicación que puedo llegar a encontrar, ya que no tengo recursos e infraestructura para poder hacer un verdadero análisis al respecto es que hay mucho cuidado en no ser tildado de antisemita, ya que en Argentina, a diferencia de otros países del mundo, no hay tantas voces de judíos anti sionistas, habría que ver cuales son las consecuencias psico sociales que tuvo en la comunidad judía argentina el atentado a la amia y a la embajada de Israel, la persecución en la ultima dictadura y que hay mucho antisemita en general, I mean, 2024 y todavía hay gente seria que cree en el plan andina y en la agenda 2030. La alternativa es que son todos unos hijos de puta, pero estoy en medio de un desafío intelectual en el que trato de ser lo opuesto a un periodista y no brindar la respuesta mas plana posible a algo que sea con casi seguridad, un fenomeno multicausal

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