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ponyosmom35 · 1 year

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bad day

Charlie Kelly x original female character

Synopsis: Margo had a rough day at work and goes to visit her boyfriend for comfort. warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Margo sighs in relief as she pulls into the parking lot of Charlie’s apartment building. It had been a rough day at work. Her boss continuously demands an enormous amount of work done in such a short time. She never had any help from her coworkers, most slacked off while the majority of the work was done by her. The only thing she wanted to do was see her boyfriend.

Charlie Kelly. The most wonderfully odd person she’d ever met. She smiles slightly as she could picture his face as she entered the room. He would be wearing his classic grey hoodie and jeans. His hair would be roughed up and he may have a bit of dirt on him. She parks her car and shuts the door, hurrying into the building. She ignores the weird sounds coming from the other tenant’s rooms and stops at his door. She unlocks it quickly and slips inside. She scans the room for Charlie as she slips off her shoes and sets her bag down. Thankful that Frank was nowhere to be found.

Charlie exits the bathroom having heard the noise and peaks his head out. His face lights up at the sight of her, and she nearly melts. “Mar!” he exclaims

“Hi Char” she responds softly, her usual smile replaced by glossy eyes and a frown. Charlie notices instantly and walks over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks in concern.

Margo is unable to stop the rush of tears that fill her eyes. Charlie instantly wraps his arms around her body, pulling her into his chest. He holds her, rocking back and forth as he lets her cry her frustrations out.

“What’s upsetting you?” he asks after a few minutes.

“Work sucks I hate my boss” she complains into his neck.

“I’m sorry baby, is he still giving you more work than the others?”

“Yes and it’s not fair, I can’t do it all alone”

“We could jack his car, maybe that would teach him not to fuck with you” he suggests, stroking her hair gently. Margo pulls back and stares at him before scoffing and rolling her eyes at the suggestion. Charlie holds her hands in his own as he swings them back and forth, dancing slightly. Knowing it would cheer her up.

“Stupid” she comments, smiling slightly.

“There’s that beautiful smile” he exclaims

“Thank you” she says as he twirls her around, pulling her back into his chest. Charlie places a kiss on her neck before pressing his cheek to hers.

“Seriously though about the car thing, I think we could work with that plan,” he says, only half joking. She glances up at him in annoyance and he nods. “Alright we’ll move past it”

“How do you do that?” she asks “what sweetheart?”

“Make me feel better so quickly”

“It’s my specialty” he smiles

#charlie kelly #its always sunny in philly #its always sunny #its always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #iasip charlie #sunny #charlie day #Charlie Kelly x reader #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #frank reynolds #macdennis #mac mcdonald

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sparkedblaze · 10 months

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Medda Takes Her Boys to Visit Home

Medda is from Louisiana

She sat on Miss Charlotte's back porch, across the table from the other woman, shuffling the cards. Jack, Toni, and Charlie sat on a bench against the wall, the two younger boys occupied by their phones, but Jack watched their game earnestly.

"Mama, what're you playing?" He asked, watching her deal out three cards to each of them.

"It's called Cadillac, Jack," she hummed out, picking her cards up. "It's usually meant for more people, but we'll have to do."

"I could learn how to play, and Toni-"

"No," The blonde-haired boy blurt out, not looking away from his phone screen.

Jack flicked his forehead where it rested against his shoulder. "Ass."

"James Kelly!" Medda picked up the rolled up newspaper and smacked him with it. "Watch that mouth!"

"Sorry mama..." He huffed, settling back down into his seat.

"You know, Miss Medda, they brought Stacey up north..." Miss Charlotte started on a new conversation.

Medda's brows went up. In that real slow way they did when she was surprised. "Did they?"

"Yeah. She was havin'..." Charlotte glanced over at the kids. "Issues..."

"Really?"

"Mmmhm. I knew she wasn't no good. Her mama was just like that when she was little."

"Miss Charlotte, you know how I feel about talkin' about her mama," Medda sighed softly.

"She's back in town now, you know. Left her little issues upstate."

"Miss Charlotte-" Medda's tone had taken on that warning edge.

"Mama, what's she talking about?" Charlie piped up from the corner, leg propped over his brothers' laps.

"Don't worry your little head 'bout it, Charlie."

"But-"

"Char," Toni elbowed him. "Mm mm."

The way Medda looked at him, Jack knew that he'd find out later. Three taps against Toni's shoulder to let him know they'd talk about it later, and three against Charlie's.

Jack would find out, and of course he was going to tell the other two.

#newsies #livesies #92sies #uksies #medda larkin #medda larkson #medda adopts #antonio higgins #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #charlie morris #crutchie morris #newsies modern au

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shallowseeker · 9 months

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There's definitely something uncomfortable about Kelly and mirrors.

We start Jack's journey with an attempted parent-child death, and that's the motif Chuck liked best.

Entire religions are built on the image of son-sacrifice (and wars, too). But the visceral image of killing a son makes us balk, no matter what the circumstances.

(Suicide mentions)

In 12x08 LOTUS, MIRRORS SHATTER:

We get this image of Castiel, standing behind Lucifer leaving his vessel, and the mirror between Dean and Kelly shatters.

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In 12x19 The Future, we see another shattered mirror in the narrative, one that becomes Kelly's weapon to end her own life and the life of her child.

"causing a mirror to fall from the wall. Shattering on the floor."

Kelly uses the mirror to kill herself, hoping to kill Jack at the same time.

This won't be the last time Jack's parent figure tries to kill him. In Moriah, Dean will also try to kill Jack...and himself.

Jack winds up being a kid "raised by a village," so to speak, and so Chuck arranges scenarios to get his beloved visual on the screen in whatever way he can.

When he can't have Dean killing Jack, he gets Cas destroying Jack's body when he accidentally incinerates Belphegor in a fit of rage.

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In the same episode (12x19), Cas comes to kill them both, but he can't pull the trigger:

Cas-- reeling at the loss of his men. At his inability to pull the trigger.

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In 13x23 Let the Good Times Roll, Lucifer arranges for Jack to kill Sam. Jack is getting "the Dean and Cas treatment" here, in terms of the narrative.

Like Dean and Cas, Jack must kill a loved one in order to become the perfect son/soldier:

LUCIFER TO SAM: "Oh, I'm not going to kill you. (a look to Jack) He is."

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We return to our previous motifs in 14x20 Moriah, where Chuck encourages Dean to encompass the suicide-murder AND the gun visuals.

Turns out Dean can't pull the trigger either.

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And in 15x03 The Rupture, we'll see that if we can't have the real thing, then the VISUAL of burning Belphagor, will do.

he looks just like Jack's body again "It's me...Jack." And CASTIEL SMITES HIM! A...rage smiting. (Bel) charred on the floor. Cas sees the...remains of his son.

In his rage, Cas burns Jack's body AND the weapon, not just the demon. (Castiel's smitings aren't usually as complete as this. This is a decimation of potentiality, of Jack's vessel and holy weapon.) And this is truly when everything unravels.

The appearance of Belphagor delayed/prolonged the acceptance of the Jack loss.

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ON DEAN. A frown. He changes the subject--

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Whatever conversation Cas wants to have about Jack, Dean doesn't.

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DEAN-- trying to change the subject.

15x04

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#tw suicide #cw suicide #suicide #familicide #murder suicide #dean/cas + grief #you see the thing about the equalizer is that dean didn't expect to survive to deal with the consequences of jack's death

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ladyblacklavender · 1 year

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Stuff that makes up the “imperial gothic” aesthetic as it appears I’ve latched myself onto a desperately rare niche:

Ruined European architecture

Steel brodie helmets

Charred wood

The poetry of Sassoon, Owen and Graves

The Union Jack on fire

The oppressed fighting back against their oppressors

Skulls wearing helmets or crowns

Photographs from the trenches

The night window scene/ no man’s land scene from 1917

Bare trees

The constant reminder that most museum artifacts are stolen

The amount of trash left behind after the platinum jubilee

Sage green

Soldiers wives from 1916 who could go feral any second

All of all quiet on the western front (both book and film)

Punching Nazi’s in the face

Turned up earth

Children born in London to Immigrant Families

The regeneration trilogy by Pat Barker

The unreturning by Anna Jordan

Dead flowers in cut glass vases

Whiskey and Gin

“The British Empire left me no shortage of soldiers who’s fathers lands were taken from them (?)” - True History of the Kelly Gang

Eye bags

Gibson Girls

That scene in Peaky Blinders where they burn pictures of George V

Snowdrops and White Cherry Blossoms

Abandoned hamlet villages

Protestant church exteriors

Catholic Church interiors

Old medicine bottles

Edwardian family photographs

Mantlepieces

Gas lamp/candle light

Homosexuality/lesbianism

Bronze

The concept of a soldier throwing away his medals

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jenelle-annalee · 1 year

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Books Read in 2022

1. A Court of Silver Flames- Sarah J. Maas

2. Told After Supper- Jerome K. Jerome

3. The Crazy Ladies of Pearl Street- Trevanian

4. To Kill a Kingdom- Alexandra Christo

5. The Father Christmas Letter- J.R.R. Tolkien

6. The Book of Doing and Being- Barnett Bain

7. The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August- Claire North

8. Northern Lights (Golden Compass)- Philip Pullman

9. The Subtle Knife- Phillip Pullman

10. The Amber Spyglass-Phillip Pullman

11. The Skincare Bible- Anjali Mahto

12. The Popular Culture Reader- John L. Nachbar Wright Jack, & Deborah Weiser

13. Another Roadside Attraction- Tom Robbins

14. Angels and Demons- Dan Brown

15. The Da Vinci Code- Dan Brown

16. The Vintage Tea Cup Club- Vanessa Greene

17. A Woman of Independent Means- Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey

18. The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart- Holly Ringland

19. Humankind: A Hopeful History- Rutger Bergman

20. Goddess- Kelly Gardi

21. Wild Animals I Have Known- Ernest Thompson Seton

22. Femme Fatale: Cinema’s Most Unforgettable Lethal Ladies- Dominique Manon and James Ursini

23. Crazy for the Storm- Norman Ollestad

24. The Power of Body Language: How to Succeed in Every Business and Social Encounter- Tonya Reiman

25. The Wolves of Willoughby Chase - Joan Aiken

26. Coffee, Tea, or Me? - "Trudy Baker" aka Donald Bain

27. Fifth Avenue, 5 AM: Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and the Dawn of the Modern Woman- Sam Wasson

28. Audrey: Her Story- Alexander Walker

29. The Complete Films of Audrey Hepburn - Jerry Vermiyle

30. Audrey Hepburn: An Elegant Spirit, a Son Remembers- Sean Hepburn Ferrer

31. Gigi- Collette

32. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes- Anita Loos

33. Chalice- Robin McKinley

34. Dragon's Bane - Patricia Wrede

35. The Golem and the Jinni- Helene Wecker

36. The Prince and the Dressmaker- Jen Wang

37. The Path Made Clear- Oprah Winfrey

38. Lumberjanes- Shannon Watters, Grace Ellis, Gus Allen, and ND Stevenson

39. The Hidden Palace - Helene Wecker

40. Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World- Penelope Bagieu

41. Strange Practice- Vivian Shaw

42. Dreadful Company- Vivian Shaw

43. All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories Of Queer Teens Throughout The Ages- edited by Saundra Mitchell

44. The Library at Mount Char- Scott Hawkins

45. Grave Importance- Vivian Shaw

46. Verity- Colleen Hoover

47. Bravely- Maggie Stiefvater

48. 1602- Neil Gaiman

49. She Come By It Natural: Dolly Parton and the Women Who Lived Her Songs- Sarah Smarsh

50. Gallant- V.E. Schwab

51. Lore Olympus Vol. 1- Rachel Smythe

52. I'll Have What She's Having: My Adventures in Celebrity Dieting- Rebecca Harrington

53. Lore Olympus Vol. 2- Rachel Smythe

54. Moon Cakes- Suzanne Walker & Wendy Xu

55. The Tea Dragon Society- Katie O'Neill

56. The Tea Dragon Festival- Katie O'Neill

57. Travels with Foxfire: Stories of People, Passions, and Practices from Southern Appalachia- Foxfire Fund Inc.

58. My Year of Rest and Relaxation - Ottessa Moshfegh

59. Seance Tea Party- Reimenga Yee

60. Dolly Parton, Songteller: My Life in Lyrics- Dolly Parton and Robert K. Oermann

61. Lightfall: The Girl and the Galdurian

62. Tidesong- Wendy Xu

63. Name of the Wind- Patrick Rothfuss

64. The Girl from the Sea- Molly Knox Ostertag

65. Lightfall: The Shadow of the Bird

66. Neon Gods- Katee Robert

67. The Lighthouse Witches- C. J. Cooke

68. Six Crimson Cranes- Elizabeth Lim

69. I'd Rather Be Reading: The Delights and Dilemmas of the Reading Life- Anne Bogel

70. The Secret History- Donna Tartt

71. The Near Witch- V. E. Schwab

72. The Good Demon- Jimmy Cajole

73. The Illustrated Man - Ray Bradbury

74. Nettle & Bone- T. Kingfisher

75. Dracula- Bram Stoker

76. My Best Friend's Exorcism- Grady Hendrix

77. Batman: The Ultimate Evil- Andrew Vachss

78. World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments- Aimee Nezhukumatathil

79. Odd and the Frost Giants- Neil Gaiman

80. How to Hygge: The Nordic Secrets to a Happy Life- Signe Johansen

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slipper007 · 3 years

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This was your child.

Word Count: 1,448

Inspired by @icefire149 and @officialmisha 's tags on this post (thank you @featherasscas for motivating me to do this)

Also posted on my AO3

TW: Child Loss, grief and grieving

His body was heavy.

Castiel didn’t expect it, not when he’d scooped Jack up, held him like the child he was.

He had dropped his angel blade, left it behind in order to save Jack from the battle raging around them. He wouldn't leave him there, broken and burnt with his wings charred into the grass, a body so easily possessable by any one of the souls God had conjured. He could still smell the seared skin and ash. No, he would rather die than leave him there.

Arms full, Castiel had made a break for it, gotten all of them into a crypt not far from where God had abandoned them, but he couldn’t bring himself to put Jack down as the Winchesters fortified the door. With his powers, he should have been feather-light.

Castiel thought again of the scorched wings and choked back bile.

He was three. He’d only had three years when he should have had eons like Cas. Creatures like them were cursed in that way, to watch those they loved rise and fall and turn to dust, but they had each other. They should have had each other for the rest of time.

Instead, Jack was limp and soundless in his arms.

Castiel tried to tell himself Jack was asleep, the way humans had comforted themselves for millennia. Empty sockets told him otherwise, but he still laid him on the ground as carefully and gently as he could.

The Winchesters were trying to talk to him, but he was busy. Couldn’t they see that? Jack needed him.

He extended two fingers to the boy’s forehead and felt tendrils of grace try to heal him, just as he had tried when Chuck was smiting him. Maybe now, when he wasn’t contending with the power of a god, he could make it work. He still had power, enough power for this. He had promised Kelly, and Jack himself, that he would be there to protect him. He had signed away his happiness, any attempt at a future, to save this child. This couldn’t be the end.

Castiel’s grace flickered, and his eyes flicked up to Jack’s unchanged face.

Jack still had so much left to do; his story wasn’t over yet.

Castiel brushed the hair from his forehead and tried again, feeling the anguish building in his chest start to overflow.

Nothing was changing, nothing was healing, but a part of him was screaming in agony as it died.

Castiel tried one last desperate thing, reaching deep within himself and ripping a part out, trying to use the scraps of his grace to bring Jack back to life. He was a creature born of primordial energy, and his grace was the core of that, a beacon of life that could heal wounds or grow trees. Surely, when paired with his love, his despair, his sheer will, he could create life anew, bring back his son.

The white-blue glow surrounded them both, and Castiel felt it seeping out, more power than he had tried to use in years pounding in his chest like the heartbeat he wanted to bring back.

Jack stayed unmoving, body growing cold and pale.

It wasn’t enough.

There wasn’t enough power, no God to pray to, nothing he could do.

Jack was dead.

The door creaked and groaned and for once, Castiel welcomed the danger. He didn’t move from Jack’s side as the Winchesters called for him, begged him to help. The door fell with a crash.

The souls didn’t stand a chance.

Castiel felt the burning, aching pain in his chest grow, and rather than force it down, try to keep channeling it into Jack, he let it out. His grace seized violently as he lashed out at them with his anguish, screaming. White light poured from his body, obliterating every soul it touched as the Winchesters dove for cover. He felt the ground beneath him quake and tremble as a chasm opened between him and the others, and parts of the floor gave out and crumbled. Bodies fell as the souls inside them were destroyed, billions upon billions turned back to the stardust that seeded creation.

All that stopped him from leveling it all, razing the field outside and destroying what was left of Chuck’s machinations, were the stone walls of the crypt around them.

If he destroyed the crypt, he would bury Jack.

He couldn’t…

The souls gone, Castiel collapsed to his knees. He felt tears burning in his eyes, but tears didn’t soothe the throbbing loss in his chest, and tears wouldn’t bring Jack back. It didn’t stop them from raining down, his tears leaving trails in the dust that had fallen on Jack during it all before he wiped it away.

Castiel wanted nothing more than to join him on that floor.

Who will protect him, keep him safe?

A hand fell on his shoulder.

“Cas…”

“You killed him.”

Castiel hardly recognized the voice that spoke as his own, and apparently neither did the Winchesters.

“God—”

“God didn’t kill Jack, you did,” Castiel said again, feeling anger build in the new hole in his chest. “You held a gun to his head, betrayed him, locked him in a box—”

“He was dangerous, he killed—”

“It was an accident!” Castiel shouted. “He made a mistake!”

“He was soulless!”

“BECAUSE OF YOU!”

The Winchesters startled back as the words echoed, and Castiel felt the roof above them start to crumble. He forced the destruction down, tried to keep from burying his son.

“He burned off his soul saving us, trying to prove he could be useful even without his grace because you taught him he wasn’t! You taught him that the same way you taught me. All he wanted was your approval, to make things right, and you wouldn’t give him that!”

“I—”

“You both were like a father to him. He looked up to you.” Castiel turned his gaze to Dean alone, words cold and angry and burning. “He loved you. And I loved you. I loved you so much that I abandoned everything I ever knew. I took a leap of faith for you, and I suffered and lost more than you could ever imagine. And now you take Jack from me, too. He was three years old.”

For once, the Winchesters fell silent, but it did nothing for him. It wouldn't bring Jack back. He shucked off his trenchcoat and draped it carefully across Jack like a blanket before picking him up.

He was three.

He took Jack outside, feeling his grace spasm and hiccup as the grief grew. It threatened to tear him apart from the inside.

This was your child. I can’t imagine the pain.

Was this what he’d cursed Lily Sunder to a lifetime of?

“Cas,” Sam quietly tried, “He needs a funeral.”

“I’m not giving him a hunter’s funeral,” Castiel snapped, holding Jack even tighter. “Or a human one. He’s half angel, I’ll take care of it.”

Dean moved to speak, but Castiel gave him a withering glare before he could even get the words out.

He tried to set him in the passenger seat of his truck, but couldn’t force himself to. The whirlwind inside him was still thrashing and burning, the dead weight in his arms only making it more violent.

With care, he managed to keep Jack wrapped in his coat and look down to avoid seeing the burned remains of his eyes. When he moved to make his way to the driver’s side, he saw Jack’s wings and the hurricane brewing within him finally came out.

Castiel felt the earth quake and the sky bleed as he tore it all apart. Atom by atom, he reduced the world around him to nothing, collapsing the crypt to dust and cracking the earth as easily as one might swat a fly. The trees toppled like dominos, but he spared the gravestones around him, unable to destroy them.

The bodies underground were all someone’s child, too.

Something in him snapped, and the cosmic power drained away in mere moments. He was left standing at the center of a ruined earth, the last thing standing for miles, even as the Winchesters cautiously looked up from behind the stones, fear in their eyes at the destruction he had caused, of what he was, but he paid them no mind. He was too lost in feeling and he knew, even without thought, that he had fallen.

The pain grew worse, even more all-consuming as emotion overwhelmed him.

Only humans can feel real joy, but…also such profound pain.

He thought he had understood pain and loss before, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

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Update: continues here

#this fucking hurt to write.#I don't know if i did the concept justice but we're gonna throw it out there anyway #slipper007writes #tw child loss #dadstiel #castiel #supernatural #spn fic #jack kline

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soldwreckedmoved · 8 months

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@loudnclearspot liked for a starter!

JACK SIGHS. HE’S TIRED AND FRANKLY, HE WANTS A BREAK. HE’S FORCED TO BE CONTENT WITH GOING outside to smoke, though. Not exactly the best break, but he’ll take it. It’s better than nothing. And Spot is here, so that always makes everything better. He watches the smoke curl from the end of his cigarette. “How’ve ya been, shortstack?” They haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s missed her.

#loudnclearspot #char: jack kelly #they jacked up the price//verse #queue gotta get over that

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soldwrecked · 3 months

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@threecardtrick said “And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.” ( to jack kelly ; thg verse )

JACK REALLY HATES THE CAPITOL. HE’S BEEN HERE SINCE HIS GAMES. HE HELD OUT HOPE THAT IT WOULD get better over time, but it hasn’t. He doesn’t know why he thought it would. The Capitol will never change. He looks up as Thomas speaks. It’s a fight not to roll his eyes. “I ain’t lookin’ down on anyone.” He hates what he does. He wishes he could send food and water instead of mutts and jabberjays. He wishes he could just stop and run right out of the room when the Games start. But he can’t. “You, on the other hand, seem damn sure I’m the bad guy here. So do me a favor and get the hell out.” He doesn’t have time for this today.

#threecardtrick #char : jack kelly #if all my time is wasted‚ i’m terrified to watch it go ; verse #queue gotta get over that

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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okay so I got inspired by @bisexualsam's post to think about some things but I didn't want to do it on a reblog because they're not the same as the point of the thread, so rambling about Cas time, I guess :)

I always thought of the "I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the entire world because of you," as closely tangled with the "you changed me, Dean," more than anything else. loving Dean changed Cas — in a sense that it made him capable of loving. of "caring". it may've been some parts inspiration, from seeing Dean love the World and the family so fiercely (though that wasn't the case for Jack, so that couldn't be all of it), some parts that distinctive feeling of being full of love you feel when you're in love, and other parts something else. something about an angel feeling human-ly, for the very first time, and so deeply so — something about it stirring doubt, and rebellion, and something about being free willed enough to love in the first place. but I don't think it means that all of Cas's other relationship are simply addendums of his relationship with Dean. Cas himself, as we've know him for years, is greatly influenced by Dean, so of course so are his other relationships, but that's not all. he is still his own entity, and he still has his own (multifaceted) relationships, and the love and devotion he feels, just like his courage and kindness which are indisputably him, is also still his.

like, it somehow feels more fitting to imagine it like this.

Cas, at first — obedient, stoic, repressing the hell out of the 'crack in his chassis'. enter dean. and Cas's entire world tilts on its axis with his mission is to save one man, the Righteous Man, from perdition. (and we know it was a big deal, even by angelic standards, because his wings were charred in the process. and while I'm really not capable of talking about wings, at all, I'm also pretty sure we've all read enough meta about this, so mooving on.) then, it becomes his mission to save this man on Earth as he did in hell. guard him, observe him, help him, and inevitably, love him. cue the beginning of the greatest love story ever told. and with it, the start of changes in Cas that eventually transform him completely. his love for Dean fills him with love. a chrysler building sized, multidimensional wave of celestial intent, but more importantly, love. and he shares it! unconditional, unbridled, and true. he shares it with humanity, and he shares it with jack, and he shares it with sam, and with claire, and kelly, and so on. but the love he shares, isn't any less his. it still sources from him. just like his relationships with other people are still his.

loving Dean Winchester cannot two-dimensionalize Castiel for me, when in reality, it opened him up to a world of free will, and choices. it expanded Castiel's perception of humanity, and love. and yes, it changed him.

#god he's so complex and he's so perfect sjdgsjdhsh i love cas sm #i also love dean so much but please don't narrow castiel down to JUST dean #he's a big part of him but not all is basically a really dull tldr ig #cas meta #sorry i had thoughts. and im glad i decided to make my own post cause it really gave me the space to get into it?#and 'getting into it' is so much fun when it's about cas :)

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castiel-kline · 3 years

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Filling in the gaps of 15x20, featuring Castiel and Jack.

Castiel woke with a gasp, the Empty pressing in around him as usual. He sat up, quickly, trying to get his bearings. He was met with a watery smile on a face he thought he’d never be lucky enough to see again.

“Hello,” Jack said, fingers half curled into a wave.

“Jack,” Cas breathed, pulling his son in for a fierce hug. Jack clung to him just as hard, the two of them huddled on what passed for solid ground in the Empty.

They pulled back, just looking at each other. Castiel kept his hand on Jack’s shoulder, not wanting to let him go just yet. He looked at Jack’s face, at the tiniest hints of tears in his eyes, and felt his heart sink.

“Jack, what happened?” Jack didn’t reply immediately, and Cas felt even more dread building, dripping down his spine like a melting icicle. “No. You’re not- you can’t be-”

“I’m not dead,” Jack assured him. Cas could feel his whole body slumping in relief. “I’m… I really missed you, Cas.”

“Well, I missed you too.” Cas squeezed Jack’s shoulder, rejoicing when a smile flitted across Jack’s face. Dying without saying goodbye… it was one of the most difficult things Cas had ever done.

“Wait, I don’t- I don’t understand. How are you here?”

Jack shrugged, and in the shift Cas could see something different. If he really looked, there was something more, something bright and powerful and ageless burning under Jack’s skin. More powerful than his soul and his grace combined.

“We defeated Chuck,” Jack said. “We didn’t kill him, but I- I took his powers, and I sort of took over from him.”

Castiel remembered sitting with Kelly before Jack was born. And he remembered that one little word that had kept them going.

Paradise.

And Castiel smiled, wider than he’d ever smiled before. “You did it,” he whispered. Jack returned his grin, and the two of them laughed, the sound echoing off of the Empty around them, beating the sorrow back. “You did it. Oh, Jack, I’m so proud of you. I always- Kelly and I always knew you could do this. We always believed.”

“I know.” Jack nodded. He stood, reaching down a hand to pull Castiel up with him. “Come with me.”

Jack tugged him along by the sleeve of his coat and started to run, the gesture so young and childlike in contrast to his new position as the universe’s caretaker.

“Jack, where are we-”

There was a sudden flash of light, and Castiel gasped, back straightening as if he’d been struck by an electrical current. When the roar of his grace subsided, he realized it was- it was there. It was all there, his wings, his grace- and the Hellfire scars and charring on his feathers were gone. Jack beamed at him, hands tucked behind his back.

“Jack, I…” Cas didn’t have the words. He spread his wings, flared them out and reveled in how free it felt. There wasn’t pain anymore. He looked around, suddenly taking in where they were.

“We’re in Heaven,” he said, looking back to Jack.

“Yes.” Jack lifted his chin. “I know Heaven isn’t what a lot of people expect, or want. I know it’s not what my mother, or Sam and Dean, believed that it should be. So- I’m going to fix it.”

Jack snapped his fingers, and all the doors and walls came crashing down, the compartments folding away. And the people, all the souls in Heaven, they rejoiced.

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Cas half expected chaos, but he should have known better. Somehow, Jack made it all make sense. The people were milling about, all those souls trying to find their loved ones and choose a place to settle. Or keep on going, always traveling. It didn’t really matter.

He and Jack were walking through the crowds, guiding them on their way and explaining the situation as gently as they could.

“Hey, you. Shoulda known you’d have somethin’ to do with all this.”

Cas whirled around, coming face to face with an old comrade-in-arms. “Bobby,” he said. “It’s- it’s good to see you again. Are you alright?”

Bobby shrugged. “Seems like. Are my idjits with you?”

“No. They’re, uh. They’re not here yet.”

“Guess I should be grateful for that,” Bobby grumbled. “I do have to ask, though, what’s with the sudden change? There a management shift I should be aware of or somethin’?”

Jack came bounding over, grabbing on to Castiel’s arm. “Cas, I found her! We- oh.” Jack looked at Bobby, recognition and realization igniting in his eyes. He straightened, putting on a front of godly power. Cas would have to tell him later that he didn’t need to do that.

“Hello,” Jack said, unnecessarily nervous.

Bobby looked at Cas from under a furrowed brow, then to Jack, and back to Cas. “Well, feathers, didn’t know you had it in ya.”

Cas shook his head. “Oh, no, it’s not what you-”

“I’m Jack,” Jack cut in. “I took the power of God, and now I’m fixing Heaven! It’s nice to meet you. Sam and Dean have told me a lot about you.”

Bobby’s confusion only deepened. Castiel sighed, and started explaining.

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“So, you got a kid.”

“Yes.”

“And Sam and Dean helped raise him.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Cas huffed a laugh, eyes trailing after Jack where he stood a little ways away, helping a man who’d died in 1432 reunite with his mother.

“No. We’ve all been saved.”

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Never let it be said that Kelly Kline was not a patient woman. By the time Cas caught up with her, millions of souls having been helped, it might well have been weeks. She was standing hand in hand with Jack, the two of them in animated conversation.

“Kelly,” he said, and she smiled at him as she brought her arms around him.

It felt like home.

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Jack kept busy. He and Cas swept through all of Heaven, the remaining angels having been assigned sections to comb through as well. They needed to make sure no souls were still lost without their families or their chosen place having been found.

The two of them spent plenty of time with Kelly, who had designed a little cottage like the one Jack was born in.

Jack worried about her getting lonely, and every time she had the same reply.

“I’m waiting for my parents to come. And I’ve got you two- my angels.”

One day Castiel and Kelly sat on the porch of that cottage, staring out across the lake at dawn. Jack had gone down to Earth to collect the wandering souls, those stuck in between. Like Kevin Tran. And he would bring them home.

“You were right, Kelly. You were always right. Jack changed the world.”

“He did.” Kelly smiled. “But we were right, Castiel. Both of us.”

They held hands and watched the sun rise.

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Jack was still Jack, despite the changes. He’d gone off in search of Mary Winchester, to make things right, as he said, and promptly threw himself into Castiel’s arms upon his return. They flew around for a while to calm him down, and eventually Jack smiled again.

Castiel was more than willing to be whatever Jack needed. That was his purpose- to aid in maintaining paradise, and to aid in maintaining Jack.

He’d never been happier.

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“I’m leaving,” Jack said. They’d always known it was coming.

Kelly hugged him goodbye, assuring Jack that she’d be waiting for him, and Cas walked him to the part of Heaven that remained free of human souls- the Lobby, as it had been dubbed. The throne had been removed, and in its place was a list. A list that always grew, of every soul admitted to Heaven. He let an anxious eye linger on the W column each time he passed by.

“Where will you go?” Castiel asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Jack answered. “But Amara says she’ll take me to see space. Like Star Wars, Cas!”

“Well, I bet you’ll enjoy that.”

Jack nodded, his eyes earnest. “I will.”

Castiel nodded back, feeling as if there were a knot inside him. Everything about this was bittersweet, pride dancing with sorrow in his heart. It was, he supposed, how every parent felt watching their child start a new chapter.

“Cas.” Jack settled a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be back. You don’t have to worry.”

“I know. I just- I’ll miss you, Jack.”

“I know. Me too.” Jack tucked himself into Castiel’s arms, burying his face in his shoulder. Cas just held him for a while, feeling the thrum of Jack’s grace and the effervescence of his soul.

They pulled apart.

“Bye, Cas,” Jack said, hand raised in a wave.

“Goodbye, Jack.”

And he was off. Absent from here, yes, but he was around, and he would be back. And really, what was a few decades when you had eternity?

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Castiel had tried to lead Heaven before, and he’d failed each time he tried. Now, though- now, the people were happy. Cas still visited Kelly, and he visited Mary and Bobby and the Harvelles and even found that the remaining angels were starting to open up to him again. When Jack got back, Cas would have to ask him about bringing more angels back from the Empty. Balthazar, Hannah, Samandriel, Gabriel… what he wouldn’t give to see them again.

He took a page out of Jack’s book, and hoping to have an inkling of Jack’s courage, found the Novaks. He’d known forgiveness was impossible, but at least he’d said his piece.

Then, one fateful day, a new name appeared on the list:

Dean Winchester.

And Castiel watched, waiting for Sam’s name to join it, but it didn’t. It wouldn’t for years.

And somehow, he knew that was alright.

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The decades passed, and Castiel waited. He waited for Sam’s name, and he waited for Jack’s return.

Sometimes he could hear Sam praying. It varied, the things he’d say. Sometimes he just prayed to Jack, and the only reason Cas heard was because he happened to be standing in the Lobby. He was glad to know Sam was happy, and living a good, quiet life. Like he deserved.

Hey, Jack. Cas. Dean. I hope you guys are okay. I’m just- I’m really missing you. I love you.

Eileen and I got married today. I didn’t have a best man, I just couldn’t- yeah. It was a little offbeat and quiet, but it suited us, you know? Anyway. I love you guys.

I have a kid. I have a baby, and he’s- you’d all love him. I wish you’d gotten to be a big brother, Jack. You would have loved it.

Hey, Cas- Dean Jr. loves PB&J. It, uh- it makes me think of you. I miss you, buddy.

Jody passed. Bad hunt. I feel like you guys should know. I hope you’re taking good care of her up there, Jack. She deserves it.

Dean started middle school today, and I can’t believe it. Time goes by so damn fast, doesn’t it? But I, uh. I still miss you. Love you guys.

Claire and Kaia are engaged. Dean Jr’s gonna be the ring bearer. He’s so excited.

Jack- happy tenth, bud. Double digits is a big deal. I miss you.

I never thought I’d be an attendee at Sam and Castiel Fitzgerald’s grad party, but here I am. Garth insisted. Eileen got to skip out because Dean’s got a school thing this weekend, but man, are they missing some good stuff. Garth throws a killer party. Who knew?

Eileen- she’s, um. She’s sick. I just- if you’ve got a miracle in you, Jack.. I know it’s probably a lost cause. But I don’t want Dean to lose his mom. And I can’t- I just can’t. Not again.

I love you, Eileen. Give your brother-in-law a big hug for me, okay?

Dean graduated from Stanford today. I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder.

Happy 65th, old man. I miss you, jerk.

I think I’ll be seeing you soon, Dean. Hopefully you too, Jack. Cas- I don’t really know where you are, but I hope I’ll get to see you too.

I love you. Jack- make sure my son’s okay. Watch out for him, okay buddy? And keep doing great. You got this. Thank you- thanks for my life.

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Castiel watched as the name he’d been waiting for joined the list, after all this time. And he sent up a prayer of his own.

When Jack came back, as Cas knew he would, they had some family to visit.

#ya'll know I had to #;)#spn spoilers #spn 15x20 #castiel #jack kline #sam winchester #dadstiel #spn #spn fanfic #idk if this qualifies as a coda but whatever it is #enjoy #kitkat writes

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 3 years

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No Kitchen for Davey

Davey is banned from the kitchen. This may seem extreme, but it’s for the safety of all human kind. Davey is a smart man. He is a terrible cook. Like, terrible. They’re hesitant to even let him use the microwave. Yes, he knows how to heat up leftovers. No, he was not aware that foil can’t go in the microwave. He learned that the hard way.

Davey has lit ice on fire. No one is quite sure how, not even Davey. This maniac has managed to fail at boiling water. He forgot it was boiling and when he came back it had all evaporated. Davey has put salt instead of sugar in his cookies. He has burned a frozen meal.

He once put the pizza in the oven on a plastic cutting board. He tried to make pasta and ended up making the spaghetti into a spaghetti torch. Race still has not forgiven him for that. He tried to make a smoothie and forgot to put the lid on. He baked his reading glasses into a cake.

Jack tried to teach him how to cook. It failed miserably. They started with an easy recipe, macaroni and cheese. Jack watched him do it. He turned away for one second and when he looked back, the cheese had exploded and the macaroni was charred to a crisp.

Finch insists that it’s a curse. Though he tends to be logical, Specs agrees with him. No one can fail this spectacularly at cooking without being cursed to some degree. This is a whole new level of failure. Even Gordon Ramsey couldn’t fix this mess.

Davey has tried to make lemonade. He managed to squeeze lemon juice into Albert’s eye. Albert was sitting in the living room, nowhere near the kitchen. The lemonade would have been tasty, if not for the seeds in it. Crunchy lemonade isn’t something people tend to enjoy.

After multiple mishaps, the newsies decided to exile him from the kitchen. It was a smart decision. Davey can not cook. This is a fact. Do not give Davey a pan. Do not give him an oven. He will accidentally open a portal to another dimension while trying to make rice. Davey is banned from the kitchen.

Check your kitchens for Daveys. You never know when they might be about. If you find one, call Jack Kelly and he will come retrieve the Davey. This has been a PSA. Stay safe, everyone. Keep Daveys out of your kitchen.

#newsies #newsies oneshot

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klaineharmony · 3 years

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Defend ‘verse: Triangle

It was the 110th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire yesterday (1911), and while I did make a post about it, I kept thinking about a scene in my “Defend” ‘verse that has been in my head for a very long time - when Sarah finds out about the Triangle fire.

A key thing to know is that Sarah is, at this point, close friends with Pauline Newman, who was a real person, a Jewish woman who worked at Triangle when she was a child. Newman knew many of the women who were killed, and she had been organizing women workers since the rent strike of 1907. Newman went on to be a national labor organizer and government consultant, and she spent her life with an economist named Frieda Miller; they raised Frieda’s daughter together.

This is not perfectly fact checked, as I just wrote it today, but it is true that Newman was in Philadelphia at the time of the fire. I’ve also made it as internally consistent as I can with what already exist of the Defend ‘verse, though once this makes it into a full story, it will probably be a little different. But here are 1200 words I did not have this morning.

The ringing of the telephone startled Sarah.

Their friends rarely called on the Sabbath, and especially this late in the day, knowing that the combined Jacobs-Kelly family would be ending the Sabbath, and so to hear the telephone peal was jarring. Sarah picked up the handset with trepidation.

“Hello?” she called down the line.

“Sarah? Sarah, are you there?” It was Elsa, sounding so distraught that Sarah felt a chill run down her back.

“I’m here, Elsa. What on earth is the matter?” Sarah said anxiously.

Even through the slightly hollow sound of the phone line, Sarah could hear Elsa’s sobs, and her worry only increased.

“Sarah,” Elsa said once she could speak again. “Sarah, it’s the Triangle factory. It’s burned. It’s gone.”

Sarah gripped the base of the phone hard, leaning forward as though she could get nearer to Elsa. “Gott in himmel. Elsa, what do you mean, gone? All of it?”

Elsa began to cry again, and Sarah felt her throat close. “All of it. All three floors. Oh, Sarah, girls were jumping from the windows to get away from the fire, and - and their clothes, their hair, everything was on fire. I was in the park with the boys, just across the way, when it started. There are so many bodies.”

Sarah felt tears start to fall down her face, and Elsa dissolved into sobs again. It took her a moment to get herself back under control. “They’re - they’re getting the bodies out and taking them to Charities Pier,” Elsa managed. “So their families can - can identify them. But I am sure we know - most of them. Would you -?”

“I’m on my way,” Sarah said, her hands cold and shaking but her mind working furiously. “Elsa, listen to me. It’s going to take me a little while to get there, and I want you and the boys to be safe. Can you get home, dear? I don’t want you to see anymore. You have already seen enough.”

“I can get home. Charlie is there,” Elsa said, and her voice was a little steadier. “I can take the boys home.”

“Good,” Sarah said gently. “I’ll meet you there, and we’ll go together. I have to let Mama know, and - oi gavult - I will have to stop and send a telegram to Pauline, in Philadelphia. But I will be there as soon as I can, Elsa, do you hear me? As soon as I can. I will come to you. Stay with Charlie and the boys, do you promise?”

“I promise. I will, Sarah,” Elsa said, and her voice was almost firm now. Sarah breathed an internal sigh of relief.

“All right. I will see you soon,” Sarah said firmly.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Elsa said in relief. “See you soon.”

Sarah hung up the phone, her hands still cold and tears still on her cheeks, and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer for strength and a blessing for the girls who had died. She would need every ounce of strength she had, from the sound of it.

She went back to the kitchen, where her mother was waiting, and Esther’s face told Sarah that she was already expecting bad news.

“What has happened, dirast tokhter?” she asked, coming over to Sarah and holding her gently. Sarah rested her head on her mother’s shoulder, for just a moment sharing the weight of the news she was carrying.

“There has been a terrible fire,” Sarah said. “At the Triangle factory. That was Elsa, and she saw it happening. She said the entire factory is gone, and - it sounds like there are many dead, Mama.”

“Gotteniu,” Esther breathed.

Sarah felt more tears start to fall, and she buried her face into Esther’s shoulder and sobbed briefly. Only briefly, though; she knew there would be more time for tears, and she had work to do.

“I have to go,” she said. “We know - we know so many of the girls who work there, and I promised Elsa I would come to her. I have to cable Pauline on my way - she’s going to be devastated, but I know she’ll want to be here. Mama, can you - can you and Papa look after the children, until Jack and David get home?”

“They will turn around and leave again - they will want to be with you,” Esther said. “And Katherine is there already, if I know her at all. Go, Sarah. Your father and I will watch the children, and I will call the rail yard and let the boys know where to find you.”

“Elsa said that the bodies are being taken to Charities Pier,” Sarah said. “That’s where we’ll be - or at least, where Kath and I will be. I’m going to try to persuade Elsa to stay home; she sounded terrible. I can’t imagine what she must have seen, witnessing that horror.”

Esther kissed her forehead. “Be safe. Be careful. Give my love to Elsa.”

“I will. I love you, Mama,” Sarah said, kissing her mother’s cheek and hugging her, hard.

She put on her coat, hat, and gloves, and made sure to put extra change and handkerchiefs in her purse. She then went to the living room, where the children were busily engaged in drawing with crayons. She kissed all three of them tenderly, her daughter and son and her nephew, and promised them that she would be back soon.

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When Sarah finally reached Greenwich Village, she stopped at the nearest Western Union office she could find, sending a brief and urgent message to Pauline Newman, at her hotel in Philadelphia, where she was doing union campaigning.

New York March 25 1911

Terrible fire at Triangle. Many dead but no names yet. Please come home, dearest Pauline.

Sarah Jacobs 645 PM

She kept her composure in front of the clerk, but felt herself choking up again as she made her way toward Elsa and Charlie’s building. She had to pass the Asch Building to get there, and as she came in sight of it she stopped and stared, horror seizing her at the awfulness of it.

The entire top three floors of the building were charred to almost nothing, the outer shell of the building clearly the only thing that had stayed standing. The single fire escape was broken and twisted, dangling off the building with more pieces on the sidewalk below. The windows were broken, jagged and ugly in the evening light. The sidewalk below was damaged in many places, and Sarah’s stomach lurched as she saw that firefighters were still lifting some bodies into coffins, for transportation to the pier. She pressed a hand to her mouth as she caught sight of one being moved, charred clothing and twisted limbs clearly visible.

She shut her eyes and hurried away, forcing her eyes away from the building until she could no longer see it. Part of her desperately wanted to go into the crowd and find Katherine, but she had made Elsa a promise. She would either go back and find Kath, or find her at the pier. She made her way almost instinctively to the Morris’ apartment, some part of her registering weeping and painful cries of mourning as she ascended the stairs of their tenement building.

#Newsies #Newsies 1992 #Defend #Klaineharmony writes #Triangle Shirtwaist Factory #Triangle Fire

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