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agentgayngel · 2 years
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the “next time, i won’t miss” trope
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lesbianelphie · 2 years
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Okay lol doing this before tomorrow and tonight so I’ll make this short and sweet since we’re all anxious. Anyway yeah spn has a weird thing with the whole what is a monster/supernatural force vs what’s not and yeah it also really pisses me off. Omg yeah they would totally try to hide El from Dean, Sam and etc. like hopper was majorly focused on keeping her safe and although everyone was upset about it they seemed to take hopper hiding El alright (at least from what we’ve seen of the show) probs cuz they understood why he did it. So like no one would even want to tell the brothers about El especially cuz Erica didn’t even seem to know anything about her when she was legit Lucas’s sister so like strange men coming into their home town would send alarm bells going in their heads. Especially when Sam and Dean would do their whole you can trust us thing. I forgot that they just wanted to take dart to hopper but yeah even when they had no idea what dart was they didn’t seem that threatened by it. They only didn’t like how he looked (which is understandable and they also touched him which was like a bugger as Lucas put it) and then they became alarmed because of Will telling them what had happened. Also lol everyone has their own secret good spn so understandable. Honestly yeah Sam and Dean would have a crisis over that but I think they would also have a crisis over not having Mary as their mom. Cuz a huge part of why Will and Jonathan are so close is also cuz of their mom and Joyce is fiercely protective over them. Also lol so glade you agreed with my takes this was fun having this convo. Have fun or an anxious time watching st tomorrow or whenever you’re able too!!
Yes to all!! Also I just realized that if tfw went to hawkins and saw the vecna stuff they would probably assume it was angels bc of the burned-out eyes thing.
And I'm late on this but thank you!! It was a very fun but definitely an anxious time hahahajajajnaajajj
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jimmycoded · 2 years
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in celebration of icarlynatural but it's a destiel season 4 dean pov amv of "leave it all to me" by miranda cosgrove ft drake bell
merry christmas seq i adore you so much <3
"meta"/story under the cut haa
ok so. here's the lore:
dean knows that cas sees Thee righteous man and Thee mission as the world’s catalyst for benevolently foretold change - an untranslatable and wonderful More™ for dean than he sees for himself. yikes @ Thee mission immediately involving cas giving dean an order only to see how Perhaps The Sacrifices ie: the failed mission in the beginning. cas and dean’s view of what World means is Wildly different in a macro vs micro sense, ie: when they’re on the bench when dean is like hey look. humans. my world. over the course of season 4 and fkn quickly for a man w trust issues dean switches gears from seeing cas as a hostile maybe-enemy to a potential ally/”friend” - he sees cas’ potential for change and Perceives how free will could be wonderful for them with varying degrees of accuracy.
cas legit helped our boy live life and breathe air. it's the simplest sequence of this whole thing.
anyway. In scenes where cas is Reminded by the other angels to stay in his lane, dean begins to have faith that there must be a way to somehow encourage his cute lil rebellious streak. weapons are a symbolic form of trust in spn which is why the shots go 1. the First hand-to-hand exchange w the note, then 2. the demon knife, and, most significantly, 3. the angel blade, which oh wow cas u rly let them. Hold. the one thing that could kill you. anyway. cas sees the "get there" as saving the world; dean sees that too, sure, but also he’s a huge dweeb with a crush new friend who has Zero concepts of feelings and the wonderful experiences of humanity, see 4. dean handing cas money as the Ultimate Trust lmao (as in,,, trusting cas w his humanity much to dissect here in a non-weaponized way).
However. how. are we gonna get there if dean. Doesn’t Force cas to look at the reality of Thee mission and fall. Cas has that whole Moment where he Feels and then witnesses subsequent forbidden and Very Human shit as real and important. this is pretty much dean’s thesis of s4 and he Will break his goddamn hand for cas to understand how he feels.
It works! Cas wakes up and crosses that dang divide, joining the human “nation” (~nation here is defined as a community that shares a collective identity - team free will~). Ofc this is his Big Moment but also 1. the blending of dean and cas’ developing definitions of ~wonderful change~; cas’ being alignment with god’s true intentions for humanity, and dean’s being cas' alignment with dean the reality of humanity since 2. Cas realizes that there’s no chance for them uh dean humanity unless he takes one - as he most recently did prior to the green room scene in dropping info about the antichrist ooooh.
anyway, no choice now but to stay posi!!! looking on the bright side!!! Team free will baybay!!! it’s not like there are devastating times ahead come what may, fake it til you make it in every situation.
Now that cas is realizing all his unhinged glory and unknowingly saying shit like “fuck fate” to the literal individual who is writing their story as meant to be, let’s go!! Save!!! The world!!! Bottom of the ninth, w cas on his side giving his best, dean can tackle the rest and finally able to be the righteous man. i think.
in the very very least let's consider this canon adjacent ok cool
MERRY CHRISTMAS SEQ I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH
I DO have a 12 page document detailing the full extended version of the icarly theme song but i ran out of time and had to commit to This and it’s been wild
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incarnateirony · 3 years
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An anti dressed up as a shipper, an idiot, and a terf all walk into the same bar.
It’s the same picture person.
A lesson.
Warning: if the title doesn’t give it away, queerphobic content comes up in this from the other party being documented.
So, some of you may have watched a twitter exercise yesterday.
It started simple: concern trolling white knight “for the writers” comes in to angrily declare fans doing something tagged in support of them about Destiel was “out of line.” She claimed things like “Misha was gaslit into supporting Destiel”, and pulled all kinds of stunts.
She immediately got on a soap box yelling “I HAVE A LIT CRIT DEGREE, I KNOW AUTHOR INTENT” of course implying she knew better than EVERYONE around her how to read text. She then pulled, of all things, @chill-legilimens​​ ‘ article about the network gods gutting the show out of the internet, and somehow misread it SO FUCKING BADLY -- SO FUCKING BADLY -- she thought it aligned with HER. She argued that fans influenced the writers, essentially, and basically pulled the exact opposite of the very clearly delivered message there out. When it was pointed out we know this author and even sometimes help edit their pieces, and she was, flat out misreading it while bragging about how good she is at deciphering text, it turned into a SHITSHOW.
I had watched her give a large group of queer people 2 days of runaround, while they tried to be polite, and similarly tried to prove everything while she proved nothing. Just preached. After 2 days of them exhausting themselves on her, I came in doing my blunt & savage thing, because fuck civility culture when it’s used by oppressors. Of course, she immediately started tone policing, while herself being an arrogant shitbrick the whole way.
She continued to preach author intent and talk down about “headcanons.” You see, she knew the authors very well. Berens’ name was mentioned in passing, and she came back with. “Who’s Berens? Is that the author of the article?” after Deirdre’s name had been directly cited in associated with it about 15 times.
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But it gets better. She started pulling the “authors have said Dean is straight.” line. Now, at this point, we had already sourced her at least four pieces of information (quite formally too: SPN Official DVD Collection Season 8 episode 13 creative commentary, Edlund and Sgriccia; Dissent Magazine The Attack Queers Bob Berens review; the books in the office with screenshots, and more.) So we issued one simple request: Okay. Source.
For the next-- I shit you not-- 10 hours she bricked the thread to death, finding any and EVERY rabbit hole she could try to venture down. For the first hour or two a few of us tried to actually debate her newly raised points, but still gave reminder that we were waiting for her source. Every tweet was an opportunity for her to drop a 15 tweet thread trying to derail onto a new topic, and often clarifying she had no idea about any of it (Edlund, Sgriccia, Berens, Dabb--who she couldn’t spell the name of--and Deirdre all became an amorpheous blob in her retelling that she swore she looked at sources and wasn’t convinced, while she crossed all the data and comments about the sources). She tried to challenge that anyone could know all the writers and episodes just because she proved she couldn’t, even when multiple people expressed it to her extremely rapidly with not just author and director listings, but cross references on when they overlapped and major elements (like the 15.20 shot 19 tree being the Kim Manners memorial tree). She randomly babbled about Kripke once. Lied her way through and claimed those sources were vague. Etc.
But at some point, I decided, we’re not playing this distraction game. You wanted a debate, you claim you have a lit crit degree, and thus know the entire art is Argumentation. A source, if you’re declaring knowing author intent. One source. Any time she dropped a distraction tweet, I replied to her thread with things like a list of our sources vs her lack of any and a reminder. I installed a counter ticker. How many times had she been asked to either recant her point or give a single source?
Someone made a list of the logical fallacies she used in the argument. It was two tweets long and still missed several obvious ones. That didn’t stop her. Neither did the dozens of requests for a source or a recant. Onwards, she marched, derailing time and again. She brought in a buddy to try to distract, but he fell out real quick when he realized “the burden of proof lies on the arguer” shot him and her both in the feet in record time and he ducked out. 
Other greatest hits came out like “Dubs (Dabb’s) fanfic books”, and calling the ability to list authors and episodes “headcanons.”
Over time, the dialogue shifted: see, she came in trying the snide “enjoy your headcanons” downtalk, but as time and time again she was pulverized on every point about the show, or the authors, or anything else while STILL never even giving a single source to even her FIRST POINT and running distractions, it became a reality-- she was told, “We’ll enjoy our canon and author intent. You can enjoy your headcanon of... Dabb’s fanfic books and Lord Barons and the writers being collective hallucinations and whatever else in your hot takes about the show content itself” and she FLIPPED SHIT. 
As the ticker for sources approached 100, she started becoming flustered. Before that, even, she started repetitively misgendering Ezra (no tumblr to link in), and Ezra screenshot their bio of they/them and asked them to adjust. Ignored. Ezra linked this request and asked it to be addressed again, and again, and again. 13 times. Ezra linked it 13 times. She even replied to several of them. No avail. No change. Not until literally any and every tweet in her vicinity either had “source?” or “address gender?” for her to reply to did she flee there, and write some giant write-around of “oh, I didn’t see this, sorry” but still refused to actually use it. Or “I’ll use the right one now.” No, just completely strickened pronouns from her vocabulary with Ezra moving forward, after not one mistake, not two, not five, but 13 answers.
At this point, I notice a trend: throughout the entire conversation, she had flip flopped on my pronouns, clearly confused as to what to call me. As I generally don’t care (honestly I prefer he but meh), it didn’t ping me as something to react to while she switched religiously between “he” and “she”. But I realized now, despite all of that confusion: she never once thought to use “they.” Also earlier we found tweets of hers that, while now declaring herself bisexual, she used troublesome wording in the past to blur the line on if she was an ally or, as she phrased it “maybe less than 100% straight in the bell curve” in other conversations.
I mutter about this on the side to Ezra and some friends, but continue on towards the 100 ticker that was the goal to show people in this digital terrarium how disingenuous most people you argue with are -- an exhibit for the class. They know they’re lying and have been caught, but will not cede to admit “oops, I guess I was wrong.” but rather stick, unironically, to their own headcanons about things. After all, they vaguely sorta apologized even if suddenly just refusing to use any pronouns at all on Ezra after that. And she’s so quick to disappear into 15 tweet bombs of distraction trying to play victim for being held accountable at this point, we just didn’t jump to a conclusion on that, alarming as it is.
So. You know. Source.
At this point, she RANDOMLY starts evoking the fact that like, How Dare, She Watched Gay Men Die To AIDS, She Is A Great Philanthropist How Dare How Dare. 
I’m sorry, did you just evoke the blood of our dead to run away from the most basic scrap of accountability in what is literally the first wave of a lit debate because for the last 10 hours you have refused to take the necessary steps to move on to the next point? Did you... just... evoke the ghosts of gay men that were genocided to, essentially, pull up a smokescreen and run away from being party to queer erasure? Or even just? Giving a source? or admitting you were wrong on one point in a debate? Wow, you really just did that. 
Naturally, people involved got pissed. Her Sources ticker hit 100, but at this point, all that haunted her was how completely fucking vile and inappropriate that was in this discussion. 
She got blocked. She then tried to glom onto anyone that hadn’t blocked or muted her and run the same argumentation points she had earlier been decimated in the argument with, while yelling “I ship Destiel too! I wanted them to have sex too! Why does this make me the bad guy?” around the block and hoping nobody actually read the thread. She tried to pitch the “headcanons” point of view again, hoping a new audience would lick her boots. She was, largely, ignored; given a few more comments about her leaving the conversation losing all points and only covered in the blood of our dead she was so proud of; blocked by a few more. (unsurprisingly, if you check her actual tweet history, she seems more invested in Megstiel but)
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This is when CommaSameleon -- a professor with two lit degrees and a primary focus in teaching the art of Argumentation -- literally -- stepped in. She initially tried to engage the fact that, well, this woman not only can’t argue out of a paper sack but wasn’t even arguing, she was just running in circles and distracting from all the points and hadn’t addressed a single lit point directly while preaching down at people. But Sam, also, noticed something. This woman kept changing things like “queerphobia” to “homophobia.” Sam mentioned this kinda puts off TERF vibes (I think Sam picked up on the gendering thing herself too.)
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Her response? Which she deleted since? But Discord’s embed helpfully saved?
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Her inacted non-apologies remain weak, especially in any form of debate be it lit or now queer topics.
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Oh I’m sorry, let’s recap her viewpoints: TERF is a slur. “They” is made up and should be avoided at all costs. The blood of dead gay men are a token to use in a lit debate you’re avoiding responsibility in. After this, “authors are headcanons” is suddenly not your worst take, but fascinating that you 13 times didn’t even read the blatant ass screenshot. And I mean, these weren’t subtle or easy to miss these 13 times.
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100. She had 100 chances, literally, on a timer, to give a source or shut up with her platforming until she had one. Instead, she chose every rabbit hole she could manifest to disappear into, only to be met by another request for a source, and not moving on until we address the first points. We’ve given ours, now you give yours. Instead, you choose this. This is the hill you choose to die on, rather than admitting, “Sorry, I guess I was wrong” or “I guess I heard that somewhere, my bad.” 100 chances. 13 direct QT requests to address gender which she replied to but didn’t reply to until cornered (and still didn’t, truly, reply to), and “TERF is a slur.” Oh, and after waving around the dead men’s blood she also suddenly Can’t Be A Terf Because She Adopted Two Trans Kids. Lord help those children. Or, you know, the more realistic thing is she’s just manifesting all kinds of bullshit at this point to save face, which is probably why she deleted all the related tweets that show she’s a giant-ass TERF.
So anyway, this is very much a lesson on:
Paying attention to how people manipulate conversation to erase genuine discussion and debate.
Paying attention to WHY they do it. Motivation on methods and tactics will clear up a lot.
Figuring out HOW they try to sound woke about shit and when it’s entirely fucking vile and inappropriate to pull
And by all above points, figuring out that these people are among us, and how NOT to let them influence your conversations.
I don’t care if it’s about a discussion on a ship or show or anything else. People do this. A lot. Extremely dedicatedly, if the 100 asks doesn’t make that clear. 
Stop letting people railroad your conversations with disingenuous bullshit.
So anyway in honor of this I made everyone a gif
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Use at will. It’s tagged anti-terf if you want to use the search feature on it.
UPDATE: 
Just went and checked. She went and deleted literally her entire side of the conversation, hundreds if not thousands of tweets. Luckily, Ezra mentioned repeatedly -- and I do trust them inherently -- that they were saving the entire conversation, so that zip file exists somewhere. How fascinating, after she accused us that we would want to delete tweets. Someone realized they had a bad look and giant failure all around.
Also, a related anon that links to an earlier part of this conversation I didn’t even document where she was crying about “cis erasure” [x] This shit went on so long I legit forgot about that.
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ghostsgerard · 3 years
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i was tagged by @smokerdean to share the first lines of my last 20 fics. but i have not written 20 fics yet sadly, so here’s 7 fics and 2 unpublished wips.
1. Maggie tapped her pen impatiently on her desk. God this was the longest shift. (dean’s coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda)
2. If Claire told just anybody what she was currently up to, they would probably call her insane (Flirting 101 with Professor Claire Novak)
3. Dean’s foot makes dangerous contact with a small yellow and red car, and he loses his balance. (you’re fooling yourself)
4. Belle has never had to work very hard to pick up men. They often came to her, offering a drink and a fun night. Which she’d accept. (that’s my man)
5. Jack’s actual day of birth was hardly one to celebrate. Cas wasn’t there. He was, well, dead. (Four Birthdays for the Birthday Boy)
6. Emma neatly stacks the worksheets as her little students file in. All bundled up for the change in weather. (Jack Goes to Kindergarten)
7. “This just…. sucks.” (toothpaste for toddlers - aka my very first spn fic, and it shows)
8. Actions have consequences or so Dean’s been told. (unpublished wip - sequel to you’re fooling yourself)
9. Jack is born on a Thursday. Dean isn't sure if it’s a cruel joke or an honor to his would-be father. (unfinished wip - prequel to you’re fooling yourself, widower arc of sorts)
i tag @rambleoncas @seffersonjtarship @demoncas
if you wanna
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drsilverfish · 4 years
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Dante’s Divine Comedy and La Vita Nuova and S15
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It occurs to me that S15 might be having our heroes follow the journey of Dante in his medieval literary work The Divine Comedy (1308-1320).
Dante inserts a character representing himself as the protagonist of The Divine Comedy.
That  rings bells in terms of SPN’s God and his Chuck Shurley persona, and also checks with Vonnegut (who also used this device) whom we know is loved by both Dean and Chuck from 4x18 The Monster at the End of This Book, and whose novel, Breakfast of Champions, is name-checked by Dean at the start of 15x06 Golden Time (and which I think might provide the road-map for SPN’s ending).
The Divine Comedy is an allegory for the soul’s journey to God. So is medieval alchemy, as I’ve discussed in various SPN, Jung and alchemy posts previously. And we can see the writers’ room is drawing on alchemical imagery (e.g. see the link to my Rowena post below). 
Dante first travels through the realms of Hell, then the realms of Purgatory and finally travels through the realms of Paradise. So there are three books:
Inferno
Purgatorio
Paradiso
His guide is the poet Virgil through Inferno and Purgatorio, but he meets his beloved, Beatrice, in the final realm of Purgatory and she guides him through Paradiso. 
We have seen Sam, Dean and Cas all journey to Hell, last episode 15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven, in search of Michael, where they meet Rowena in her new Ouroboros (death and rebirth) incarnation as the Queen of Hell. I’ve written about the alchemical imagery associated with this new version of Rowna here:
https://drsilverfish.tumblr.com/post/189671968369/rowenas-symbolic-and-alchemical-return-of-the
Now, Dean and Cas are about to journey to Purgatory in the upcoming 15x09 The Trap.
These are both return journeys. Dean and Sam and Cas have all been in Hell before, and Cas and Dean have been in Purgatory before. This fits with Dabb’s Ouroboros narrative structure for SPN, in which it swallows its own tail to reach its resolution.
It makes sense therefore, and following Dante, that there must be, at some point, a return to Heaven, and/ or a visit (most likely by Cas) to The Empty, in order to enlist Jack’s help against God. 
Dante wrote another famous poem La Vita Nuova (1294) in which the character of Beatrice appears (she was based on a real Beatrice, whom Dante loved). That poem is a courtly love poem (medieval courtly love was both sacred and profane, but was often understood, likewise, as an allegory for the soul’s journey to God).
I’ve written before about how the tradition of courtly love has resonance for Supernatural:
https://drsilverfish.tumblr.com/post/44110505167/mytharc-vs-heart-arc-dean-as-medieval
https://drsilverfish.tumblr.com/post/181231154654/the-dean-cas-spiral-narrative-s13-and-14-edition
We could think about Dean as Cas and Dante and Beatrice. 
Here is Dante Gabriel Rosetti’s painting “Dante’s Dream” (1871) (and remember the pre-Raphaelites were all about a return to find inspiration in the medieval):
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Beatrice dies in La Vita Nuova and the poet mourns her deeply.
I’m not saying Cas is definitely going to die in Purgatory, BUT there is a helluva lot of death imagery in that spell Michael gave to Cas:
https://drsilverfish.tumblr.com/post/189656694954/the-purgatory-spell-in-15x08-love-death-and-an
As, I’ve said before, Purgatory in S8, is where Dean let himself love Castiel again without guilt - “It felt pure”, after the suffering Cas had caused to Sam and to the world as a result of his deal with Crowley and his Godstiel/ Levi!Cas arc.
This is Dante, in La Vita Nuova talking about how love entered his heart:
“Since Love took hold of me it’s been so long,
 He’s made me so used to his sovereignty,  
That though at first he felt all harsh in me,      
Now he is in my heart as soft as dawn,  
When he so drains strength that it’s nearly gone
And it seems my spirits all have turned to flee,    
Then my fragile soul can only be 
Infused with sweetness till my face goes wan.” 
That’s how Dean greeted Cas in Purgatory in S8 - his face was filled with such joy when he found and hugged his angel by the river in 8x02 What’s Up Tiger Mommy:
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And this is Dante mourning Beatrice’s death:
“My sighing leaves me anguished gasps for breath,
When in my memory a sad conceit brings back, 
What made my heart feel self-estranged, 
And often when I have my thoughts on death, 
A longing comes to me so mild and sweet, 
My face’s color is completely changed. 
And once her image in me is arranged, 
Such pain comes over me in every part, 
I shudder suddenly awake with woe: 
And I am altered so, 
Shame cuts me off from people; I depart. 
In mourning then, alone as my tears flow, 
I call, “Beatrice, are you really dead?” 
 And calling out her name, I’m comforted.” 
We have seen Dean mourn Cas like this in S13 - here as he burns Cas’ body in 13x01 Lost and Found:
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It’s really worth listening to the music in both these scenes again:
The Purgatory reunion in 8x02 What’s Up Tiger Mommy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7RaQvZj2l4
The burning of Cas’ body in 13x01 Lost and Found:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BH3KeYXvlaE
because in each case it’s deeply emotive. 
So, in conclusion, we can productively think about S15 as a mirror of Dante’s journey through Hell, Purgatory and Heaven in The Divine Comedy. And that naturally leads us to consider Dante’s other great work, of medieval courtly love, which also features his beloved, Beatrice; La Vita Nuova and it’s relevance to Dean and Cas. 
SPN is, in one sense, the story of the soul’s journey to God, like The Divine Comedy (and out the other side to freedom, as ultimately this is more Vonnegut than Dante) and it is also (in subtext - but remember subtext IS part of narrative) a courtly love romance, like La Vita Nuova.
Tagging @postmodernmulticoloredcloak​ because you might enjoy the Dante!
La Vita Nuova (Digital Dante): https://digitaldante.columbia.edu/text/library/la-vita-nuova-frisardi/
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data-monkey · 5 years
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AO3 stats project: tags
In this post, we'll discuss tags on the Archive of Our Own! Please note: because the works on the Archive include explicit material, some of the tags discussed in this post may not be appropriate for your workplace.
The Data | Basic Questions | Fandoms | Tags | Correlations | Kudos | Fun Stuff Thanks to @eloiserummaging for beta reading these posts; any remaining errors are my own.  A Python notebook showing the code I used to make these plots can be found here.
The Archive of Our Own has one of the best tagging systems around. You can read more about it here, here, here, or here. For our purposes, the important part is that users can tag their works however they want, and then a group of people called "tag wranglers" sort those tags, either adding them as synonyms of existing tags or creating new canonical versions for them. What I'll be showing here is the "canonical" version of the tags. For example, a work tagged "flufffffff" or "so fluffy!" would have those two tags assigned to the canonical tag "Fluff", so I will consider both of those tags as being "Fluff" to get the most accurate count.
The other important thing about AO3 tags is that they come in four flavors. The first one is "warnings", the content warnings required by the Archive (plus the default tag indicating you're abstaining from the warnings system). The second flavor is "Characters", tags describing the characters in the work. The third is "Relationships", tags describing the platonic or romantic relationships depicted in the work--typically, "X/Y" indicates a romantic and/or sexual relationship between characters X and Y, while "X&Y" means a platonic relationship, although this usage isn't universal and isn't enforced. The final category is "freeform", aka everything else.
Again, the tagging system is freeform and optional. In particular, I'll note that "character" tags and "relationship" tags don't necessarily imply each other: you can have a work tagged "Sherlock Holmes/John Watson" that only features Mycroft Holmes, or that features John and Sherlock but doesn't tag them as characters, only as the relationship. So remember that--while it's pretty good on average, because people tag their works so readers/viewers can find them--the number of uses of a character tag isn't the same as the number of works that feature that character, for example.
Okay! So what are the most popular freeform tags on the Archive? If you read a lot of fanfiction, I doubt you will be surprised by anything on this list. Left column is the top 15 tags by number of uses, while right column is the top 15 tags by the cumulative hit count on every work tagged with that tag.
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Are these tags consistently popular over time? For reasons of space, I’ll just plot the top 10 by number of works:
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If you look back at the works vs time plot in the second post, you'll see that yes, the shape of these trends is similar to the total number of works, so trends in fannish tastes haven’t changed much over the time the AO3 has been in existence. (These show a little more bumpiness because there are fewer works in each plot.) Some of these have gained a little more recent popularity vs earlier works--smut, fluff, and the two specific alternate universes are a little more weighted towards later times, while humor and general AUs are falling a little behind--but the differences aren’t as large as we saw for fandom trends in the previous post.
I'm sure you're curious about characters and relationships. Here are the top character tags, omitting the catchall character tags of “Original Character(s)”, “Original Male Character(s)”, “Original Female Character(s)”, and “Reader” (all of which would otherwise appear in the top 15). Also, remember this is missing some of the data from 2018 and 2019, as described in the first post, so BTS characters should probably be higher:
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And here are the top relationship tags (again, excluding the catchall “Minor or Background Relationship(s)”):
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And in particular, here are the top characters of color (excluding works with fictionalized race/ethnicity power systems--um, more than modern-day Western society’s power systems are made up--and characters from Voltron Legendary Defender, since I wasn’t able to find enough information on them):
Park Jimin (BTS)
Min Yoongi | Suga
Jeon Jungkook
Kim Taehyung | V
Kim Namjoon | Rm
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Kim Seokjin | Jin
Zayn Malik
Katsuki Yuuri
Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Magnus Bane
Nick Fury
Midoriya Izuku
Bakugou Katsuki
Erica Reyes
And here are the top relationships that are not M/M:
Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan
Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan
Kylo Ren/Rey
Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold
Allison Argent/Scott McCall
James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Here are the top ten freeform tags for the top ten fandoms. Different fandoms seem to produce different kinds of fanworks--which you'd expect, based on the variety in the source material.
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AU = alternate universe, AU - CD = Alternate universe - canon divergence, AU - C/U = alternate universe - college/university, AU - HS = alternate universe - high school, BJs = blow jobs, ER = established relationship, H/C = hurt/comfort, PWP = plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF = real person fiction, SPN = supernatural.
Finally, for fun, here's the top 200 tags of all kinds, sorted against each other. You can find a lot of fun things on this list. Some of my favorites:
Supernatural is so big, and so focused on so few characters, that Dean Winchester is the sixth most popular tag on the entire AO3.
Clint Barton is way higher than I would have expected.
Sherlock Holmes is slightly less popular than anal sex.
Original female characters are more popular than anal sex.
Similarly, cuddling is more popular than A/B/O.
Harry Styles is less popular than 3/7ths of BTS (at least as of sometime in 2018); Louis Tomlinson barely tops Draco Malfoy.
Alcohol comes between Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.
Leonard McCoy is below songfic. Please join me in picturing how pissed off he’d be.
The one-two punch of “Spanking” and “I’m Sorry” is pretty amusing.
If I had put up the top 201 tags, 200 and 201 would have been “Flirting” and “Murder”, so Hannibal is almost on this list.
Fluff
Angst
Alternate Universe
Romance
Hurt/Comfort
Dean Winchester
Humor
Established Relationship
Smut
Sam Winchester
Steve Rogers
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Tony Stark
Friendship
Original Female Character(s)
Anal Sex
Drabble
Original Characters
Sherlock Holmes
Fluff And Angst
Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Castiel/Dean Winchester
One Shot
John Watson
Stiles Stilinski
Castiel
Harry Potter
Oral Sex
James "Bucky" Barnes
Natasha Romanov
Blow Jobs
Clint Barton
Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Drama
Derek Hale
Reader
Slow Burn
Original Male Character(s)
Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
First Time
Alternate Universe - College/University
Kissing
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
First Kiss
Angst With A Happy Ending
Light Angst
Violence
Family
Park Jimin (BTS)
Min Yoongi | Suga
Jeon Jungkook
Crossover
Harry Styles
Crack
Friends To Lovers
Love
Fluff And Smut
Kim Taehyung | V
Louis Tomlinson
Other Additional Tags To Be Added
Draco Malfoy
Alternate Universe - High School
Explicit Sexual Content
Masturbation
Hermione Granger
Pining
Bruce Banner
Anal Fingering
Kim Namjoon | RM
Canon Compliant
Thor (Marvel)
Domestic Fluff
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Keith (Voltron)
Kim Seokjin | Jin
Depression
Character Death
Sexual Content
Happy Ending
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Canon-Typical Violence
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Lance (Voltron)
Cuddling & Snuggling
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Dirty Talk
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD
Post-Canon
Loki (Marvel)
Christmas
Hand Jobs
Scott Mccall
Niall Horan
Sex
Mycroft Holmes
Blood
Shiro (Voltron)
Liam Payne
Rimming
Rough Sex
Zayn Malik
Cute
Original Character(s)
Original Character
Castiel (Supernatural)
Dubious Consent
Phil Coulson
Severus Snape
Ron Weasley
Character Study
Mpreg
Lydia Martin
Explicit Language
Slash
Grief/Mourning
Polyamory
Future Fic
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Minor Character Death
Greg Lestrade
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Peter Parker
Mutual Pining
Swearing
Eventual Smut
Sirius Black
Dom/Sub
Pre-Slash
Sad
Love Confessions
Unrequited Love
Alternate Universe - Soulmates
Remus Lupin
Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Falling In Love
Jealousy
Spanking
I'm Sorry
Pepper Potts
Death
Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Spoilers
James T. Kirk
Hunk (Voltron)
Sans (Undertale)
Emma Swan
Gabriel (Supernatural)
Fluff And Humor
Magic
Torture
Alternate Universe - Human
Bruce Wayne
Isaac Lahey
Levi (Shingeki No Kyojin)
Eren Yeager
Clarke Griffin
Self-Harm
Slow Build
Victor Nikiforov
Alcohol
Katsuki Yuuri
Suicidal Thoughts
Implied Sexual Content
BDSM
Nightmares
Canonical Character Death
Action/Adventure
Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Developing Relationship
Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Bondage
Friendship/Love
Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Dark
Sheriff Stilinski
Mental Health Issues
Allison Argent
Reader-Insert
Slice Of Life
Allura (Voltron)
Kurt Hummel
Getting Together
Kidnapping
Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Dick Grayson
Merlin (Merlin)
Panic Attacks
Heavy Angst
Comfort
Alec Lightwood
Pre-Canon
Ficlet
Kid Fic
Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir
Implied/Referenced Character Death
Songfic
Leonard Mccoy
First Meetings
Flirting
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33-37 and 48-55 on the unusual questions ask. I'm very curious. And also 64-80 because why not 👀
33. favorite actor?
Oooo, this is a toss up between Jared and David Tennant. They’re both amazing actors!!!
34. favorite actress?
That’s a toughie. I’m not sure I have an absolute favorite, but Emma Watson, Jenna Fischer, and Shannon Purser are really good! I actually got to meet Shannon which was so cool!
WAIT YOU KNOW WHAT KRISTEN BELL SHE’S MY FAVORITE!!!
35. who is your celebrity crush?
Kristen Bell, she makes my little bisexual heart so warm
36. favorite movie?
The Decoy Bride is underrated tbh, I love that!!!
37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?
Not as much as I used to because, ya know, life, but yes I do! And probably Simon vs The Homosapien Agenda (or Love, Simon). It made me cry. a lot.
48. who is your role model?
Oh jeez, I don’t know. Probably Dan Howell? This sounds sappy but he just gives me a lot of...hope? Like he used to be this kid struggling with who he was and mental health issues and now he’s helping millions of people just by being himself and doing what he loves. I love that.
49. what was the last compliment you received?
People said my hair looked nice today! That was nice.
50. what was the last text you sent?
Something along the lines of telling a friend I couldn't discord call them tonight?
51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?
I honestly don't’ know, I think I always kind of knew, but I didn’t really care.
52. what is your dream car?
Is it cheesy if I say a 1967 Chevy Impala? Because yes that. I got to sit in one at ComicCon and it was like a dream come true.
53. opinion on smoking?
I’m not going to like hate on anyone for smoking, because it is an addiction and a hard one to break, but it is bad for your health. I’m never mad at people for smoking, just concerned for them.
54. do you go to college?
Nope, not yet at least.
55. what is your dream job?
I want to be an author so so SO bad.
64. Favorite dipping sauce?
Good ol’ ketchup.
65. what do you wear to bed?
Just like an old pajama shirt and either my spn or voltron pajama pants.
66. have you ever won a spelling bee?
I don’t think so? I only ever did one in like 7th grade. I don’t think I won it.
67. what are your hobbies?
Drawing, reading, writing, video games, and that’s about it unless you count the newspaper club I’m in.
68. can you draw?
Yes. Am I good at it? Debatable.
69. do you play an instrument?
Not currently, but I’m hoping to get a ukulele for Christmas! I really want to learn it.
70. what was the last concert you saw?
Some Christian rock band when I was like 10. We only went because the tickets were free.
71. tea or coffee?
Tea, coffee tastes gross.
72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?
DnD is my LIFE i would never cheat on her with Starbucks, ew.
73. do you want to get married?
Yes, definitely. I want my wife/husband to cuddle me everyday 24/7, never stop that cuddling grind.
74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?
Oof, I have like a few crushes or just like “people I think are cute”. There’s M.D., J.G., M.T., and E.M.
75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?
Maybe? idc to be honest, everyone pronounces mine wrong.
76. what color looks best on you?
I think maybe grays? I’m not sure. Or like earthy colors, I think.
77. do you miss anyone right now?
Since it’s around the holiday season, yeah, a couple people.
78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?
I leave it a crack open because sometimes the furnace makes the house too hot and i start like dying of heat.
79. do you believe in ghosts?
Mmmm, kind of? Like i’d like to but im not 100% sure they’re real.
80. what is your biggest pet peeve?
People who don’t know personal space, jesus that’s annoying.
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2.5k is amazing!!! Nice job, you earned them! Can I get a Sherlock, Marvel, HP (Slytherin), OUAT, SPN, an HG? Please and thank you!! I'm a straight female whose is only 5'3" nd a half!! Which totally counts. I'm an animal lover. I'm really talkative when I'm nervous. Book nerd, movie buff, and photographer. I speak a bit of German. I love cooking. Pixie cut brown hair and brown eyes and I wear glasses but can see without them .I'm allergic to cats. I love old things. I do tarot. Thanks!
thank you beautiful! for sure ♥
Sherlock
Profession: Blogger (if Moriarty had a blog, you’d be like his own john watson haha)Moriarty vs. Sherlock: MoriartyBest Friend: MoranLover: Moriarty
Marvel
Race: HumanFaction: /Powers: Chrono VisionBest Friend: Peggy Carter (40s!AU, you feel me?)Lover: Steve Rogers
Harry Potter 
House: SlytherinSide Activity you like to participate in: Tell your fellow classmates about their future, because of your Divination talent (and maybe bribe them to give you something nice in return lol.)Teacher that likes you most: Sybill TrelawneyBest Subject: DivinationBest Friend: Cho ChangLover: Ron Weasley
Once Upon a Time
Fairytale character you’d be: Jane (Tarzan)Post-Curse: PhotographerBest Friend: BelleLover: Killian Jones
Supernatural
Species: HumanHunter or Hunted: HunterWeapon of choice: (is a camera a weapon, when it is used to catch ghosts? bc I’m feeling ghostfacer vibes here lol)Best Friend: Harry SpanglerLover: Ed Zeddmore
The Hunger Games
District: 12Skill: / (you would own a bakery with peeta one day, though)Got Reaped?: NoDead or Alive: AliveBest Friend: Madge UnderseeLover: Peeta Mellark
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The Mystery Spot
SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 18 | @andromytta vs. @rodiniaorzetalthepenguin
Prompt: Mystery Machine
Ship: Claire Novak/Kevin Tran
Word Count: 1150
Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe-Coffee Shop, Fluff, Beginning of a Longer Story
Summary:  “Please stop talking.” Kevin said as he looked everywhere but at her. As his gaze wandered over the café, it turned laser focused as his eyes landed on the blonde in the corner. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached over and grabbed Charlie’s arm. “It’s her, Charlie, it’s her!”
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14480619
Art by @jrnytthpst
The door to the Mystery Spot Café opened and closed with a jarring clang of the tinny bell above it. Claire Novak entered; a whirlwind of blonde hair and “give ‘em hell” attitude.
“Jesus, Hasselhoff, did the Mystery Machine literally throw up in here?” she sassed to the man behind the counter.
“Get some new material, Miley Cyrus!” He responded, non-plussed.
Claire said something to that effect every day since she’d moved to New York about a month before starting classes at NYU.  Her father Jimmy was a professor there, and her tuition was free as long as she lived with him.  She was blessed with another luxury every college student needed in the form of free coffee, as her stepfather, Dean, owned the very coffeehouse she had just entered and insulted.  
“How has the first week of school been?” Dean asked as he passed her typical drink across the counter.
She took a long pull of her venti iced caramel macchiato before answering.  “Your husband,” Claire pointed accusingly at Dean, “is evil! It’s the first week and he’s already assigned a research paper!”
Dean raised his hands in surrender.  “Hey, he was your father before he was my husband.  It’s not my fault.”
Claire huffed in response and stomped off to her usual spot, a quiet corner she not so subtly (or creatively) called “the mystery nook.”
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She made the perfect picture of a diligent college student.  The table in front of her was covered with her laptop, text books, and spiral notebooks.  Before she could slip her lime green Beats headphones over her ears and lose herself in her studies, Dean appeared at her side.  “Here, Miley, this should make you feel better.”  He slid a plate in front of her that held a fresh, hot chocolate chip scone.
“Thanks, Daddio,” Claire said as she inhaled the sweet fragrance.                                                                            
“I think I prefer it when you call me Hasselhoff,” Dean muttered.
Claire ignored him in favor of taking an appreciative bite of the pastry.  She hummed as she savored the chocolatey goodness.
Dean looked at her expectantly as she carefully chewed and swallowed.  “So, what did you think?”
Her blue eyes widened in recognition as she finished off her bite.  “Dean, is this Daphne’s recipe?”
He nodded in affirmation. “How’d I do?”
“Oh, Dean, this is very nearly perfect!”
That was high praise. Dean knew he could never do the recipe perfect justice.  But he was happy to get pretty damn close.  Claire had been missing her mom, Amelia, and her step mother, Daphne since she left Pontiac, Illinois to come to New York.  This was just one thing Dean was trying to do to help her feel more at home. Dean placed a soft kiss on top of her blonde locks.  “I’m glad you like it, Kiddo.”  
Before walking away, he took in her set up.  “So…are you going to be here for a while?”
Claire snorted and rolled her eyes.  “Yes, Dean. Once Charlie gets here, feel free to go home and have gross old dude married people time.”  She slid her headphones fully onto her head at that, effectively dismissing him.
Claire was so involved in her studies and wrapped up in her music that she didn’t notice Charlie come in. Or when Dean left.  Or when cute the boy from her History 305 class came in and slid behind the counter.
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Kevin Tran took his place behind the counter and tied his apron in place as the café buzzed with early evening activity.  “Where’s Dean?” he asked Charlie once he was settled behind the register.
“Hopefully making me a sex tape with that dreamy husband of his,” Charlie replied.
“Gross, Bradbury,” Kevin groused.  “You’re not into dudes anyway.”
“I’m an equal opportunity pervert, Kevin.   You should already know this.”  The redhead responded with a waggle of her eyebrows.
“Please stop talking.” Kevin said as he looked everywhere but at her.  As his gaze wandered over the café, it turned laser focused as his eyes landed on the blonde in the corner.  Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached over and grabbed Charlie’s arm. “It’s her, Charlie, it’s her!”
“Her who?”
He turned to face Charlie and gripped her forearms.  “Her! The girl from Dr. Novak’s class. She’s gorgeous and smart and the only freshman in a junior level history class!”
“Oh!  Her!” Charlie replied.  “The girl you’re already in love with even though you’ve never spoken to her.”
“Shut up…but yes.”
When Charlie realized who he was talking about, she barely repressed a snicker.  “Dude, do you even know her name?”
The wind died in Kevin’s sails.  “No. She doesn’t really talk to anyone except to debate the finer points of ancient history with Dr. Novak.  Charlie, I don’t think she has many friends.”
“Well, then, why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“Are you crazy?  I can’t talk to that-that goddess!”
Charlie snorted and started preparing a tray.  She made a venti iced caramel macchiato and put a plate with a chocolate chip scone next to it.  “Here, take this over there and just say ‘hi’.”
“Oh yeah, like it’s that easy,” Kevin replied, rolling his dark chocolate eyes.  A triumphant grin crossed his face when a line started to form at the register.  “Besides, I’m busy.”
Charlie huffed and rolled her own hazel eyes before picking up the tray and carrying it over to the corner. Kevin watched her every move and finished with his last customer in time to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Charlie pulled Claire’s headphones off with an easy familiarity.  “Here ya go, kiddo,” she said in greeting.
“I didn’t order this,” she responded.
“I know.  It’s from a secret admirer.”
Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Aunt Jo will be pissed if she knows you’re plying me with coffee and pastries.”
Charlie snickered.  “While I do have a thing for sassy blondes, obvi, I am not your secret admirer.”  She subtly tipped her head towards the counter before walking away.
Once she’s back behind the counter, Kevin grabbed her arms again.  “Did she just refer to your girlfriend as ‘Aunt Jo’?”
Charlie nodded in the affirmative.
Kevin’s voice grew more frantic and high pitched.  “Your girlfriend as in JoAnna Beth Smith?  As in Dean’s baby sister?  As in I’ve been pining over the boss’s daughter???”
Charlie nodded again, a mirthful smile gracing her lips.
Another realization dawned on Kevin as the implications hit him.  “She’s Dr. Novak’s daughter?  The professor I’m counting on for a reference and a TA job once I’m in grad school????”
Charlie was outright giggling at this point, damn her, as she continued to nod.
“I’m so very screwed.” Kevin’s brown eyes locked on Claire’s blues, and she actually winked at him.  “Just so very, very screwed.”  He leaned his elbows on the counter, dropped his head into his hands and groaned.
A/N: There is more to this story than meet the eye.  I wanted to post on time, but more than that, I currently want to keep my challenge posts light and fluffy.  If you’re interested in more, subscribe to the series on AO3, or follow me here for updates!
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agentgayngel · 1 year
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DECODE | destiel
you’re good at the falling not the staying there
decode // sabrina carpenter
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rosemoonweaver · 7 years
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Safe and Sound
SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 12 | rosemoonweaver vs. @anactorya Prompt: Balloons Ship: Cas/Dean/Jimmy/Sam (winjimstiel) Word Count: 3,784 Tags/Warnings: hot air balloons, albuquerque, anxiety, panic attacks, rimming, oral sex, blow jobs, foursome - m/m/m/m, polyamory, explicit sexual content Summary: Sam, Cas, and Jimmy really want to ride in the hot air balloon and Dean really doesn’t want to say no, no matter how much it scares him.  AO3 Link
Dean isn’t sure how the hell he wound up agreeing to this, but at least he was too tired to really comprehend it – yet. It’s too damn early to be awake yet, the sun just barely deciding it was time to get it’s own ass up, but he Dean is, bundled up in sweaters and mittens and a wool hat, standing in the middle of a field waiting for giant ass balloons to fill up. It had been Cas and Jimmy’s idea. The two of them had apparently been on several hot air balloon rides when they were kids and for some ungodly reason, they wanted Sam and Dean to experience it, too. They even resorted to those damn puppy dog eyes, and really. Dean was no match for three sets of big sad eyes all trained on him.
So, here he is, sipping watery hot cocoa and standing in wet grass, Sam and Jimmy on either side of him while Cas hunts down something for breakfast. Jimmy and Sam both have coffee and it smells delicious, but Dean’s not planning on making the mistake of waking himself up for this more than he has to be. It’s bad enough he actually agreed to step inside a hot air balloon and he’s pretty sure the second they start to lift off he’s going to be wide awake so there’s no way in hell he’s gonna wake himself up before that.
Cas comes back with four breakfast burritos wrapped in tinfoil too hot to really touch so Dean stuffs his in the pocket of his hoodie. Sam is undeterred and tears into it without so much as a blink. Jimmy digs in, huffing and hedging his bites carefully as the steam rolls right into his face. Dean rolls his eyes and smiles.
The flight crew is still fussing with the balloon, which is laid out on the grass like a giant quilt. It’s rainbow striped and in your usual, boring balloon shape. Jimmy had wanted to ride in the one shaped like a cow but they weren’t doing rides. The flood lights around the gondola go on and one of the men steps into the opening of the balloon, holding it above his head as it drapes around his shoulders. Another man turns on the fan seated beside the gondola, the balloon ripples as it fills with air.
Dean can’t say whose idea the whole trip was, but it sure as hell wasn’t his. Albuquerque is a nightmare city. The streets are spotty at best, with potholes and cracks nearly everywhere on the main streets. No one knows how to use a turn signal, or drive the speed limit, or drive in general. The downtown traffic is a mess and the street lights change faster than if a hyperactive kindergartener was playing with the switches. Also, there’s a goddamn amusement park in the middle of the city, behind a Taco Bell and with no hotels anywhere within decent driving distance. Also, it’s hot and dry and Dean’s pretty sure he’s never used more lotion in his entire life. Even Sam is complaining about what it’s doing to his hair, and that man doesn’t even have to brush it. It’s a mess.
There are a few things that make the city worthwhile, though. For one, Dean couldn’t spit without hitting a quirky little diner and most of the food is amazing; it’s all smothered in sauces and cheese and deep fried and spicy as hell and Dean’s pretty sure he’s clogged all his arteries but it’s not like he cares. Sam’s getting his fill of avocados, too, which is great. Cas really enjoys the sunsets, standing out on the balcony of their hotel room to take pictures of the sun as it dips below the mountains and paints the sky pink. He’s also a fan of the city lights and has been obsessed with taking pictures of the valley at night. In all, it’s been a decent vacation when they’re not in the car or ignoring the way their bodies are being sucked dry by the weather.
The only issue is the damn balloon thing. September to October, Albuquerque holds the world’s largest hot air balloon gathering. People from around the world come in to fly their balloons, gawk at the balloons, and make life hell for the locals. From the ground, they’re great. They’re everywhere in the sky at all times of the day and it’s honestly kinda pretty. Dean has no problem with them, and he certainly doesn’t have a problem with his boyfriends pressing their faces to the windows inside the Impala and pointing them out to each other. He does have an issue with the idea of stepping into one and expecting it to carry his ass through the air. With no protection. While he’s standing under a flamethrower. In the air.
Dean’s always had a thing about heights. It’s not so much the being up high if he’s in a building, it’s if he has to stand on top of that building that there’s an issue. Also, there’s the plane thing. Planes are a huge no-no. It doesn’t matter how many times Sam’s told him he’s more likely to die if a vending machine fell on him, what matters is that they’re big metal death traps flying through the air at god knows how high like that’s a thing people were actually meant to do.  But. Cas and Jimmy really wanted to do this and Dean figured it wouldn’t be so bad if it was early in the morning and he wasn’t awake enough to process it.
The balloon fills with air, rippling and puffing in odd places was the whole thing starts to lift. The pilot comes over to talk to them. She’s an older woman named Mildred, and she’s entirely too chipper for anyone this early.
“So, just some safety things before we take off. One, make sure your scarves and hair are out of the way of the rigging. If it gets tangled in the ropes you’re not going to have a good time. Stay in the basket, obviously, and don’t lean over the sides. You can look, but don’t hang out of it or you could wind up a splat on the ground. Also, the fuel tanks are going to be on either side of you. Don’t fiddle with ‘em or else. And mind the fire,” she says, patting Sam on the arm, “usually we don’t have to say anything about that but for taller riders, you should just be aware of it.”
Sam chuckles.
“Any other questions?” Mildred asks.
Cas and Jimmy both shake their heads. Behind Mildred, the gondola tips upward at an angle as the balloon tries to lift off. The fan stops and the crew around it climb into the basket. One pulls a cable and fire shoots into the balloon with a deafening roar. The balloon and basket right themselves, and Mildred motions for them to follow. She jogs to it, vaulting over the basket that’s nearly as tall as she is. Sam gets in with minimal effort while Dean and Cas pull themselves in. Jimmy has the most trouble, getting his foot stuck over the edge and nothing else. Cas pulls him in the basket while Dean hides a chuckle behind his hand.
The instant the ropes are untied, Mildred pulls the cord and the fire is even louder than it was before. They ascent quickly, and Dean does his damnedest to not think about it. The basket beneath his feet doesn’t have a whole lot of give, but it still shifts when he rocks his weight back and forth between his feet. It’s not terrible, and the lift off isn’t that jarring, but his stomach still feels like it’s about to drop at any moment.
“Dude, look,” Sam says, nudging him with his shoulder.
Dean isn’t even aware he’d closed his eyes until he opens them. The sun is coming up now, tinging the sky a soft purple around the mountains. About a dozen other balloons are scattered around them, some higher, some lower, all glowing when their cords are pulled the air is heated. Dean forgets to be afraid for a moment.
“It’s beautiful,” Cas says, snuggling close to Dean’s back.
“Yeah, it is,” Dean says.
They climb higher as more balloons join them in the air. The sun peaks out fully from behind the mountains, and they begin to drift away from the cluster of color in the sky. They drift into the open areas of the city, which is surprising as the whole thing seems packed beyond belief.
“That’s the Rio Grande below us,” Mildred says, pointing out over the edge.
Like an idiot, Dean glances over the side alone with Cas, Jimmy, and Sam. The looks more like a murky stream with the sandbars exposed the way they are. The forest that surrounds it – because apparently there’s also a forest in the city – looks drier than it probably should, but maybe that’s a consequence of fall. Jimmy takes a few pictures.
“How high up are we?” Jimmy asks.
“’Bout 300 feet,” Mildred says. “We’ll go up a little higher when we fly over the Bosque, it’s just nice to be closer to the river. If we were in Colorado I’d take you to right above the surface.”
Dean gulps. His heart beats a little faster, and he knows his upper lip is starting to sweat. It’s not that high, logically, he knows that, but it’s still pretty high. If a strong wind were to pick up right now and tip the basket they’d probably die. Maybe the water would break their fall. Then again, it’s not that deep and there was that Mythbusters episode about falling into the water. How high was that dummy again? Was it only 100 feet? Because if that was the case they were all totally fucked if the wind kicked up.
Mildred pulled the cord and the balloon soared higher, letting the river shrink below them. The loud rush of air stays in Dean’s ears even after the fire goes out, and Dean feels his heart start to pound in his chest. No. This cannot be happening now. Not now of all times, dammit! If he has a panic attack up here in the sky there’s no way he can get down and he is not going to embarrass Sam and Cas and Jimmy like that. Goddammit, he really should’ve taken a Xanax before they left the hotel.
“Dean? Are you okay?” Jimmy asks, stroking Dean’s arm.
Dean bites his lip, but it must be obvious to everyone that he’s freaking the fuck out by the way they’re looking at him. Sam’s brow is furrowed, his lips in a tight line. Cas is curled close on one side while Jimmy hovers on the other. Mildred is frowning at him. God, he must look pathetic right now. He’s such a fucking embarrassment.
Dean’s trying to control his breathing. It wants to come out in huffs and stutters, but he’s got to keep it together. He’s got to. He can’t do this here, no matter how much he wants to curl up on the floor of the basket and disappear. He can’t do this right now.
“He’s having a panic attack,” Mildred says, “don’t worry hon, it happens more than you’d think.”
Dean nods. That doesn’t really help but at least he’s not the only idiot on the planet.
“Well,” Mildred says, “are you three just going to stand there or are you going to comfort your boyfriend?”
Dean’s pretty sure he’s going to be sick now. If the look on Jimmy’s face is any indication, he is, too.
“I might have been born at night but it wasn’t last night. I know you’re all together. Doesn’t bother me none, I was out chasing skirts in the 60s,” Mildred says.
“You were – do what now?” Jimmy babbles.
“Just comfort your boyfriend.”
Jimmy scoots closer, his fingers tangling with Dean’s own. Sam’s hand comes to land on his back, stroking warm circles up and down his spine, and Cas presses a soft kiss to the back of his neck. Dean gulps and takes a deep breath. Mildred is probably judging them. She probably thinks this is weird, no matter what she says. Hell, she might not but maybe if she knew they were sets of brothers…. Wait, no, that’s not helping.
Dean takes in a deep breath. Maybe if he grounds himself just a little. He’s got Cas, Jimmy, and Sam all next to him. They’re safe. They know him. They won’t judge. They love him. He’s okay. He’s in the air but the basket is solid under his feet. There’s no wind. He’s okay. The sky is a pretty blue, at least, and the city is moving towards the horizon. There are cars and buses and buildings over there, just minding their own business. He catches a whiff of coffee from Mildred’s travel mug. It smells strong and nutty and it makes Dean’s mouth water a little, no matter the fact that he probably doesn’t need to be more wired right now.
He exhales slowly and with purpose. So he’s having a panic attack. That’s not unusual but it is what it is. He’ll just wait it out. It’ll pass, it’s just going to suck. At least he has his favorite people with him.
“So, you were really chasing skirts in the 60s?” Dean asks.
Mildred laughs. “Of course. It wasn’t called free love for nothin’.”
“You got any stories to tell?”
“Oh, I do indeed.”
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The ride takes three hours. By the time Dean steps back onto solid ground his legs are wobbly but he’ll take it. He’s been off the panic attack for hours but he’s exhausted to the bone. God, those suck so hard.
Sam takes the keys to the car and makes Dean sit in the back with the twins. Mildred had told them to “take him home and spoil him” with a saucy wink and apparently that means Dean gets to be in the middle of a Novak sandwich. It’s not like he minds, though, it’s differently one of his favorite places to be.
Cas’s hand is skimming down the front of his shirt, playing with the buttons as he dips his fingers into stroke Dean’s stomach. Jimmy is nibbling on his neck, his hand resting on Dean’s thigh.
“We’re sorry,” Cas says, “we didn’t realize you would have the issues you did up so high.”
“’S okay,” Dean says, rolling his head to expose more of his neck. Jimmy’s teeth slip out to nip his skin occasionally, but he mostly sticks to kissing and licking at the sensitive spot just behind Dean’s ear lobe. Dean shudders as Cas pops the buttons on his shirt front.
“We hate it when you’re upset,” Jimmy coos. “We want to make it up to you.” He nuzzles his nose into Dean’s hair as Cas presses his lips against Dean’s. Dean allows himself to be pulled along with Cas by the lips as Jimmy spreads Dean’s thighs.
“I’m sure Sam would like to, too,” Cas says, a hairsbreadth away from Dean’s lips.
“Sam,” Jimmy says, “tell Dean how you’d like to make it up to him.”
Sam shifts in the front seat, on hand on the steering wheel and the other out of sight. He locks eyes with Dean through the rearview mirror. “I think he could use a full body massage,” Sam says.
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Jimmy says, kneading Dean’s thigh.
“Where would you like to start, Sam?” Cas asks.
“Shoulders, maybe,” Sam shrugs. “I’d like to work my way down.”
Dean shudders and Cas chuckles against his skin.
“You can take the back, I’ll take the front,” Cas says.
“What about me?” Jimmy pouts against Dean’s skin.
“We could switch,” Cas suggests.
“Or you could pay special attention to his head. He likes a good skull massage. Maybe a neck massage. Or you could pay attention to that oral fixation he has,” Sam says.
Okay, this is how Dean’s going to die. The balloon was bad, but having all three of his boyfriends talk about what they want to do with him like he’s not even there is going to be the death of him.
“Would you like that, Dean?” Jimmy asks, “would you like it if I put something in that pretty mouth of yours? Something for you to suck on?” Jimmy thumbs his lower lip, his eyes glazed like he’s lost in the thought of it. And, if he’s honest, Dean is too.
“God, yes,” Dean says.
The pull up to the hotel just in time. Cas is already working Dean over in a loose fist and he can tell by the way Sam is squirming in the front seat that he’s having a hard time keeping it together. They don’t even bother trying to make themselves decent, they just make a mad dash towards the outdoor stairwell and to their room.
The door is opened and Dean is pushed inside, after which he’s surrounded on all fronts. The door slams shut and Dean’s got Jimmy – or at least he thinks it’s Jimmy – ripping his pants off while Sam kisses him. He’s barely got his hands tangled in Sam’s soft locks before Sam is pulling back to strip his shirt off and Cas takes his place, rolling his hips against Dean’s. He’s barely got any time to breathe in between the kisses and the hands pulling and pushing at all sides. He winds up on his side on the bed, completely naked.
Sam, Cas, and Jimmy are all naked too, their clothes scattered on the floor and on hanging off the television. Jimmy gets on the bed first, knee walking until his dick is right above Dean’s face. Sam and Cas then join him, Sam settling in behind him and Cas at his groin. It actually starts with a massage, as Sam had suggested. Jimmy rakes his nails across Dean’s skull while Cas rubs his chest. Behind him, Sam presses the heel of his palms into Dean’s shoulders. It feels nice, and Dean groans as the knots in his body release. Sam whispers a swear behind him.
Dean’s a little dizzy. It might be the remnants of the panic or the fact that he’s getting a really good massage, or maybe it’s a combination of the two, but he feels soft and floaty. It’s good and calming and that means he almost jumps when Sam’s tongue touches at the soft flesh of his ass. Cas chuckles in front of him, running his own tongue up the vein in Dean’s cock. Dean shudders, and Sam bites into his left ass cheek.
Cas and Sam don’t waste much time after that, Sam sliding his tongue against his pucker and Cas licking the slit of Dean’s cock. Dean moans, biting his lip.
“No, no,” Jimmy says thumbing Dean’s lip from between his teeth, “don’t you dare try to keep those lovely noises quiet. I want to hear you. Cas wants to hear you. Sam wants to hear you.”
As if to prove Jimmy’s point, Sam spears his tongue into Dean’s hole while Cas takes the crown of Dean’s cock into his mouth.
“Shit,” Dean whimpers.
“That’s it, baby,” Jimmy coos, “let us hear you.” He’s stroking Dean’s hair and cradling his head.
Sam swirls his tongue in circles over Dean’s hole before licking long, broad strokes up it. He alternates between licking and nipping at Dean’s cheeks before diving back in. Dean feels his pleased grunts vibrate up his spine. Cas, on the other side, is bobbing slow and steady up and down Dean’s dick, shifting his angle until he can take Dean to the root and swallow.
“Fuck!” Dean moans.
“Tell me how it feels,” Jimmy says.
“”S good,” Dean groans.
“Yeah?” Jimmy asks, scratching up and down the base of Dean’s skull, “Sam’s so good with his tongue.”
Dean groans, shuddering and closing his eyes. He’s not going to last very long if he’s subjected to this for much longer.
“Cas is okay,” Jimmy says, followed by a loud smack and a yip. “Okay, he’s more than okay. He’s marvelous. He doesn’t have a gag reflex.” Dean’s legs twitch and he threads his fingers through Cas’s hair. Jimmy’s hand joins his own, guiding Cas to bob faster. “He used to practice on me, back when we were in college.”
“Fuck… Jimmy… you gotta stop talkin’,” Dean says, more breath than words.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“I’m gonna… I’m not… not gonna,” Dean cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as Sam slides on finger inside his body. He presses into the glorious little bundle of nerves with laser like focus.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” Jimmy says.
Dean lets out a warbling cry, half sob, and half moan. His whole body is on fire and he’s going to die if he has to stay still for much longer.
Jimmy’s cock slides over Dean’s lips and he takes his opportunity to let out some of his frustrations. He pulls Jimmy close and holds his waist, taking as much of Jimmy as he can into his mouth. Jimmy groans and Dean sucks hard, the way he knows Jimmy likes.
“Fuck, baby,” Jimmy sighs, “keep doing that.”
So Dean does.
It’s not long before Jimmy is babbling, his hips desperate to trust into Dean’s mouth. Dean feels the pleasured moans of Sam and Cas as they suck and lick at him, both fucking their firsts if the slick smacking sounds are anything to go by.
It all builds and builds until Dean just can’t take it anymore. He pulls off Jimmy’s cock and buries his face into Jimmy’s hip, moaning as his orgasm over takes him and his body trembles. Jimmy pets his hair as Cas swallows him down and Sam continues rubbing his prostate. Then, all at once it’s too much and Dean squirms. Cas and Sam pull away, kissing each other, then Jimmy. Dean sighs, too worn out to really contribute and lets them work it out between them. Sam comes first with a groan, then Cas, nearly silent save for the almost pained gasp he always gives. Jimmy is last and loudest, and some of his come hits Dean in the face. Before he can apologize, Dean wipes it away with a finger and offers it to Cas, who takes it easily.
The four of them cuddle up in the center of the bed, not speaking. It’s nice and warm and Dean feels completely safe. He falls asleep.
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SPN Rare Ship CC Round 11: Bad-Dragon | otrera-kicks-ass vs. (Correct me if I’m wrong, but on the sheet it said I had no partner?) Prompt: Sleipnir the Horse God Ship: Sabriel (Sam/Gabriel) Word Count: 1925 Notes: I don’t know how to link to the visual part of the prompt, sorry! I decided to keep it SFW. I wasn’t very happy with this, honestly, and Sleipnir really only shows up near the end, but I tried. :/ Thanks for allowing me an extension.
Sam poked his head into his and Gabriel’s bedroom. “Hey, Dean and I are about to start Game of Thrones, wanna join?”
“Nah, can’t,” said Gabriel. “I’ve got a family reunion I have to go to in a few minutes. It only happens every twenty years or so, so I really can’t miss it.”
Sam’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Family reunion? With the angels?”
Gabriel laughed out loud. “No, with the pagans. My kids.”
“You have kids?” Sam blurted out. “I mean, I know in the myths, Loki has kids, but I didn’t -” He blushed. “Um, sorry. That was kinda rude.”
“You’re fine, Samshine. And most of them aren’t biologically mine. Have I ever told you about my vessel?”
“What?”
“Have I?”
“Uh, no?”
“Okay, well, basically, since I couldn’t use my true vessel lest Heaven find out I’m not actually dead, I borrowed a god to be my vessel - Loki. So, since I’ve kind of - hmm, absorbed him, his kids are mine. Technicalities. Except for Narfi and Nari, who are biologically mine.”
Sam went in and sat on their bed. “I thought it was forbidden for angels to have children?”
“Nephilim were banned,” said Gabriel. “The offspring of an angel and a human. No one ever said anything about a woohoo between an angel and a god resulting in a kid - or kids. What can I say, I’m pretty fertile.” He waggled his eyebrows and winked flirtatiously.
Sam snorted and shoved at his knee. “Shut up.”
Gabriel giggled and shoved back. They leaned on each other for a moment, drinking in each other’s warmth.
“Hey,” said Gabriel, suddenly solemn-faced, “I know you generally don’t get on too well with gods, but, uh, I’d really love it if you came with me.”
Sam blinked. “But…. I thought it was a family reunion.”
“It is. But you’re my partner, Sam, and I really want my kids to meet you.”
“I dunno…”
Gabriel made wide eyes and pouted his lips. “Please? You’re a big part of my life, and so are they, so it would mean a lot to me if you came.”
Sam exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. On the one hand, he really did want to meet Gabriel’s children, but on the other, gods weren’t known for getting along well with humans - especially hunters.
“I won’t let them hurt you, Sammy,” said Gabriel, like he’d read Sam’s mind. He probably had.
“Yeah, okay,” he said finally. “Just let me go change -”
“No need, Sammy-boy,” said Gabriel. “You already look great.” He grinned at Sam’s blush, then snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, they were in a completely empty room, where both the walls and the carpet were a rather boring shade of beige.
“Where are we?” asked Sam, looking around.
“I took us out of time for a little bit, so I could give you a quick rundown on what to expect,” said Gabriel.
“First of all, I should warn you that Sleipnir, Jormungandr, and Fenrir all have animal forms. Sleipnir and Fenrir usually prefer to look human, though, because their animal forms remind them of captivity. So if you see an enormous snake, a huge wolf, or an eight-legged horse, don’t panic. And on the topic of anatomical oddities, Hela is a corpse.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, she has a tendency to look like a rotting dead person when the light hits her just right. But she’s the queen of the Norse underworld, so you’d expect her to look a little undead.
“Second of all, my kids aren’t like the pagans you met at Elysian Fields. They aren’t gonna have human beings locked up in their freezer or anything, and they won’t try to use your blood for any spells.”
Sam snorted. “Good to know,” he said.
Gabriel smiled and took Sam’s hand in his. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and their surroundings changed again. They appeared to be outside an extremely rundown bar. The sign on the door declared the shop closed, but Gabriel ignored it and walked right in. Sam followed.
The inside was much nicer than the outside. The walls were smooth and clean, with no signs of cracks or decay. The bar itself gleamed. The floor was spotless.
Over by the bar stood four men and a woman, all of whom turned to look at Sam and Gabriel when they walked in.
“Father,” the woman greeted Gabriel with a nod. “You’ve brought a human with you.”
Gabriel grinned broadly. “Sure did, Hel-Belle. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Sam Winchester. Sam, these are my kids.”
Two of the men perked up. They were identical in stature and visage, but Sam noticed the man on the right had a prosthetic leg.
“Sam Winchester?” the one on the left asked. “The same Sam Winchester you were pining over for years? The Sam Winchester you almost died for, Sam Winchester?”
“You’re right, Dad,” said the one with the prosthetic, looking up and down Sam’s body appreciatively. “He does look like Dr. Sexy.”
Sam blushed dark pink and shuffled his feet awkwardly.
Gabriel pointed an accusatory finger at the man on the right. “Quit flirting with my boyfriend, Nari!”
Nari winked. “Sure thing, Dad.”
“Ignore him, he flirts with anything that moves,” said the woman dismissively. She rose from her seat at the bar and glided elegantly over to Sam and Gabriel. She hugged Gabriel, then held out her hand to Sam. He couldn’t help but flinch a little when he shook it, because it was ice cold and dry as paper.
“My name is Hela. It is a pleasure to meet you, Samuel,” she said. “I am glad my father has finally introduced us to his lover.” She returned to her seat. Sam and Gabriel followed her to the bar.
“I’m Nari,” said Nari with a flirtatious wave of his fingers, “but you already knew that.”
His twin (because they were obviously twins) shook Sam’s hand next. “My name’s Narfi,” he said. “I use ve/ver/vis pronouns, by the way.”
“Oh,” said Sam, only mildly surprised. After all, ve was a god, and most gods didn’t have didn’t have truly physical bodies, so their gender was bound to be less strictly binary than most humans’. “Okay.”
A grizzled man with yellow-grey eyes and craggy teeth leaned around Narfi to shake Sam’s hand so firmly that Sam thought his arm might fall off.
“I am Fenris wolf,” he said in a raspy voice. “But please, call me Fenrir.”
The man on the far left didn’t bother to move from his seat, and instead gave Sam a short wave. “I’m Sleipnir,” he said quietly. Sam noticed that he had six fingers on each hand - probably bleed-over from his extra limbs from his horse form.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” said Sam.
“Hang on,” said Gabriel. “Where’s Jormungandr?”
“Fashionably late, as always,” said Nari, rolling his eyes. “Wanna play darts while we wait for him?”
Fenrir bared his teeth in a terrifying grin. “You bet your ass I do. How many times do you think you’re gonna lose?”
“Fewer than you, old man,” snarked Nari. Fenrir growled in challenge, and the two of them left to go play darts in the corner.
“I’ll go make sure they don’t kill each other,” said Hela. For a moment as she stood up, her flesh was green and rotting, and her eyes were empty black sockets in her head. Then she moved out of the ray of light streaming through the window, and she looked like a normal, pale human again. “I love them both dearly, but I don’t think I could handle either of them being trapped in my realm for all eternity.”
“I don’t think anyone could deal with them for all eternity,” said Gabriel with a grin. “Not even me.”
Hela grinned back and left the bar, drink in hand. Now it was only Sam, Gabriel, Narfi, and Sleipnir.
“So,” said Narfi, swinging vis gaze around to rest on Sam. “Sam Winchester, huh? Yours is a pretty big name in the supernatural world.”
“Thanks?” said Sam. His voice went up at the end, turning his statement into a question.
“Don’t thank me,” said Narfi. “It’s just a fact.” Ve snapped his fingers and several drinks poured themselves. Ve picked one up and sipped at it slowly.
Sam resisted the urge to rub the back of his neck. He was feeling a little like a scolded child. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
Sleipnir and Gabriel were talking quietly next to Sam and Narfi.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Sleipnir murmured. “I’m sure Jormungandr will be here soon.”
But he wasn’t. Several hours of awkward conversation with Narfi, intellectual exchanges with Hela, discussion of ancient weapons with Fenrir, and recounting of prank wars with Nari passed, and Jormungandr never showed up. As Gabriel got steadily more drunk on ambrosia, he became continually more upset about that fact. Finally, he grumbled some incoherent excuse and stumbled into the bathroom. Sam pursed his lips and followed him.
“Gabriel?” he said. “Gabe?”
“What?” Gabriel demanded, spinning around drunkenly.
“I think you should maybe sober up a little,” he said.
Gabriel sighed heavily and threw his arms around Sam’s waist, sagging against his boyfriend. “Don’ wanna.”
“Please? I want to talk to you.”
With another sigh, Gabriel snapped his fingers but stayed slumped against Sam. “Happy now?”
“Not really.” Sam moved Gabriel off of himself enough so that he could sit on the floor and lean against the wall, then shifted Gabriel so he was sitting in Sam’s lap. “Talk to me.”
Gabriel buried his face in Sam’s neck. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Talk to me about Jormungandr.”
Gabriel stayed silent. Sam nudged his thigh.
“I don’t see my kids hardly ever, Sam,” he said finally. “We all promised that we would always have a reunion every other decade, and we all promised that all of us would come, no matter what. These things are really important, Sam, and all of us know that! So why didn’t he come?” He sniffed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“Aw, Gabe….” Sam hugged him tightly. “I’m really sorry he didn’t come. But if these reunions are that important, then he must have a really good reason not to come. Maybe tomorrow we can try and find him, and ask him why he didn’t come? Just make sure he’s okay?”
Gabriel exhaled. His breath was warm against Sam’s neck. “Okay. We can do that. I can do that.”
They left the bathroom and joined the demigods at the bar, who were exchanging goodbyes.
“Hey,” said Sleipnir to Sam, “I just wanted to thank you. For helping Dad, I mean. I know he was really upset about Jormungandr not coming. And thanks for putting up with my siblings. I know Narfi’s kind of an asshole to humans, and Hela’s pretty intimidating, and Fenrir can be rather scary. So. Thanks. I’m glad Dad has someone like you to take care of him.”
“I - wow. Thanks.” Sam smiled at Sleipnir and shook his six-fingered hand. “You know, Gabriel told me he doesn’t get to see you guys a lot, and, uh, if it makes him happy, you’re always welcome at the Men of Letters bunker. It’s in Lebanon, Kansas.”
Sleipnir’s eyes widened. “Really? Uh, wow, thanks. But will I even be able to go in? I mean, it’s covered in protective sigils and enchantments.”
“We’ll figure something out. After all, family’s pretty important to us Winchesters.”
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hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?
Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -
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- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.
(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)
She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.
(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)
Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.
Because God commanded it, by @k-vichan​ (written during S4, sometimes tagged as ‘shipper zero’)
Queerness, Tropes and Proof of Love: Why Destiel is Canon, by @fozmeadows​
Parallels between Dean and Cain, a video by @codra-foymal​ (aka why S10 makes no sense without Destiel)
I don’t do the whole love and…love: A look into Dean and Cas’ sexualities and how they define love, by @angelswatchingover​
101 reasons to love Dean and Castiel, a video by @ltnivans​ which is exactly what it says on the tin and is gorgeous
Literally 10 minutes of Basically Every Time DEAN and CAS Did The Thing With The Eyes, a video by the very patient @bakasara​, and yeah  
The Destiel Masterpost by @spnthinks​ - an early collection of metas and fics
Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).
You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/Jess, Destiel vs Dean/Anna, Destiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/Violet, Destiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/Cole, Destiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on Supernatural, Destiel and Lucifer having fun, Destiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.
And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.
Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:
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As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 
(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)
Seriously, good luck.
EDIT - More great meta
Are Dean and Cas in love? a.k.a. The Great Season 7 Rewatch by @flutiebear (“the most competent, thorough and objective meta about deancas and i think it's an obligatory read” - thanks for the suggestion, @deanirae - this is indeed fantastic meta)
5:04 Future!Dean and Cas are Lovers and the Whole Camp Knows It by @lurea (literally made my head explode)
( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)
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I DARE YOU TO ANSWER ALL THE PUT A NUMBER IN MY ASK QUESTIONS
Sorry, that I'm answering this late, anon. But alrighty. I'm doing it, but I'm not typing the questions out because I'm looking at the questions on my phone while typing it on my laptop. But this is the link https://werewolvesandvampireslove.tumblr.com/post/160961914801/put-a-number-in-my-ask1.Probably my best friend,Hannah(I don't like holding hands because my hands sweat easily and a lot. gross I know.)2.Shy(I can talk loud with my friends and that probably the most outgoing I am)3.My best friend,Hannah4. I hope and think so5. Hannah that my best friend, or Beau that is my crush/ex/friend6.Taller than me, sweet, funnier, kind, nerdy, kind of shy, flirty(yes, I'm thinking about my ex)7. I hope so, but I don't think so because he don't want to date and yeah it is kind of hard to explain even in my mind8.Beau that is my crush/ex/friend9.Not really. You get use to it when your mom is open about it.10. With my best friend,Hannah11.(With my friend Hannah)I said that is rough spot because with him it can be good or bad thing12.Straightjacket by Quinn XCII, Impossible by Lacey Strum, 4U by Backbear, Ain't so Sweet by Katie Armiger, FFYL by Quinn XCII 13.It differ with people. With people I'm not close with then no. If I'm close to them then yes14.Yes and no. Sometimes I do and other I don't. Part of me believe everything happens for a reason and some other part of me believe in luck, It is like free will vs destiny with me.15.Summer just started. I guess passing french 2 so I don't have to retake it next year. I'm horrible at the subject.16.YES! Thousand times yes. I still love him. But he doesn't feel the same way. Right now I don't know if he want to be friends with me since he hadn't really been replying to me since summer started.17.Yes, we don't really know. We are still exploring space.Until we finish exploring it we don't know.18. Yes, my ex is my first crush. But he hadn't really replying to me now. So I don;t know.19. Yes, but I hadn't had a bubble bath in awhile.20. I don't know. I don't really talk to them.21. Pushing things off until last minute, if I'm mad I blow up, can push people away at times, overthinking, get stress way easily, talk fast, and that is all I can think up at the moment but I know I have more22.Maybe Paris but I can't speak french well23.Yes, I do. People leave my life. They let other people tell me that they are leaving. Ask me if you want to know more. I can rant about my trust issues and there is more reasons than people leaving.24.Going asleep maybe or maybe walking around my neighborhood 25.my hands, underarms,feet,thighs, hold in roof of my mouth, stomach, hips26.Take my dog outside so she can go potty.27.Maybe more tanner28.My mom, mawmaw(grandmom), or Hannah29.I got only one ex. I think he regret the way he broke up with me. I think he doesn't know what he feels or what he want to do. Or maybe I don't know what he want to do.30.I don't know. I don't think I will get marry.31. Yes. The length is at my shoulders.32. Come on. I really not posted about spn because I got behind one day so I need to catch up. But Jensen and Misha33.a as(That is a little off. It's Anna so not too bad.)34.No sports. I have asthma and I'm clumsy 35. With tv, Sorry tv. I can't live without music. And youtube and website to watch show aren't tv. So I can get away with that.36. No. Beau know that I still like him37. Nothing. I'm natural awkward so I will just keep the awkward silence because I don't know what to do.38. Tall, nerdy, sweet,nice, kind of shy, funny, likes memes39. Underground Books which is a book store in my hometown and they have website, 5 and Below and hot topic40. Go to college and be a Veterinarian41. No. If they harmed you and aren't sorry about it. 42. That I'm comfortable around you, that I have nothing to say, or I'm mad and don't want to blow up on you43. I try to but I feel awkward 44. Bottom of the ocean. I always love water and want to swim. I love sharks too. I never really in outer space that much.45.Because I have to. I can't sleep all day.46.When everyone is going to leave me47. No, I'm a good girl. I never drink or smoke anything. And again I have asthma48.Nope.49.Well fan fics so50. Grey51. Yes!52. To not have a hole in roof of my mouth53. I don't wear makeup54. Hot Topic or Underground Books55. I actually don't have one right now. I think I had couple in the past but now I'm off and on on this site56. Blue or red57. Pizza or chicken58. Cupcake59. Potatoes bites60. No or nothing is coming to mind at the moment61.Nope. I'm a good girl62.Nope, but I have family member that been arrested63. Yes, I'm still in love, but he doesn't love me64. We were at lunch. We were cuddle and all that sweet stuff and he kissed me.65. Not really. I just ate cupcake not too long ago66. I don't really have tumblr friend anymore. We don't really talk so real friends67. Facebook68.Tumblr69. Yes, I was watching Steve Wilkos show but it went off and now Cheaters is on. I hadn't changed it70. Hannah71.Craving hugs and cuddles with my crush or just talk to him72. Mostly white but there are some color towels72.(there is a repeat of the number)I sleep with one pillow73.Well, my pillow is a stuff animal. Don't judge.74.Maybe 575.Dog or cat76.Blue77.Chocolate78.Banana Pudding. Blue Bell make it it and it is so good79.Blue and white. It is a plaid shirt80. Light blue and on the side it have some dark blue81. Spn even though I'm behind on it82. Princess Bride 83. MEan Girls84. 21 Jump Street.85. Cady Heron I guess I hadn't watch it in years so it is a burr. I know it is a sin.86. Nemo87.My mom88.Hannah89. My birth dad,David.90. My ex, Beau91.Yes, my birth dad, David92. No.93.One94. Two(I need to throw one away since it was my ex)95.I tried to watch Cinderella 2 but I didn't finish it.96. Lesley-Ann Brandt(And she is a great person)97. Misha or Jared or Jensen 98.I'm getting into tanning outside, My mom and mawmaw(grandmom) been trying to get me into tanning bed99.I got one dog,Dixie100.Im feeling good101. I type fast if I'm using two hands.102. Yes, I would made sure my ex was happy and stuff like that103.Nope104. Yes, My pawpaw John Knothead105. Yes. I live in the south so that have to happen106. I don't think so107. No, but I brush one108. Maybe walking or something109. Yes, my friend/ex/crush isn't texting me back110. Yes my ex111. Yes. 112. My mom. I hate crying in front of people.113. Maymay,Pooh,Sissy, and Anna Marie Knothead. All of them but the last one is what I still get call114.I been to Alabama to helped move my mawmaw friend stuff to her new house.115. I used to116. No117. Yes118. Yes.119.The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova,Howling Bloody Murder by Sue Owens Wright,Raintree: Haunted by Linda Windstead JonesTiger Eve by Marjorue M. Liu and that is only some 120.No but I have got to have tv on because of the sound121.I don't think so122. No123. Nope124. No125.Not for me. Maybe other can find true love but not for me126. Yes127. Reading, being with him, having fun128. My last name, yes. I like my first name129.Virgo130.Yes131.Well, the closest friend that is opposite sex is my ex so I would be happy132. Hannah133. "You say it's hard to tell what I've been thinking lately but behind closed doors I'm a fool for your live" FFYL by Quinn XCII134.Yes135. I'm fine and I'm okay when I clearly wasn't136. I sleep with it closed137. My ID say 4'11138. Curly hair139. Blonde(right now I have greenish blue hair)140. Summer141. I'm in the middle of night or day I can't choose142. September because of my birth day143. Nope. I got to have chicken144. Milk or white chocolate145. Sweet tea146. I guess. I did nothing today so far147. Smickers148. I don't have favorite quote149.Yes150.[grandpa.The fact that it was unlike any....
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