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#nov 5th FEELINGS POSTING
hauntedpearl · 7 months
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nov 5 is anniversary dinner at the winchester household but it's like..no one talks about it. everyone gets together but they pretend like it's because it's just. you know. a regular coincidence! we're just hanging out! we didn't even look at the calendar! they're all laughing too loud and forcing jokes and being overly casual about it.
dean gets real quiet when there's a break in conversation or when he's alone. cas gets this look in his eyes like he's not where he is. if they can't bear to be separated on the day, well. no one has to know. or even if they do, no one mentions it. so they eat one handed and they hold hands under the table until their knuckles are turning white and they're just standing pressed together when they're supposed to be doing the dishes and they DON'T talk because they still can't figure out how to sometimes and today is definitely the day that is sometimes. and if they get hugged extra tight when everyone leaves, well. they don't mention it. they're grateful but they don't talk about it.
the first year, it's almost a wake in the house. well, there was no house then, but there was the bunker, and it was home. but yes. it was almost a wake, disguised as a celebration. they'd all crowded around the map table, sitting in chairs and on the surface and trading stupid stories and playing boardgames and throwing scrabble tiles at each other because that's not a fucking word, dean and then even when they'd tired of the act, they just sort of sat together and drank and said nothing like it was agreed upon beforehand that they weren't gonna let dean and cas be alone and dean had been so grateful he didn't know what to do with it. it was like this grief wasn't supposed to be there, you know? but it was. it was. and there was no ignoring it. but you couldn't let it drown you so you did what you could.
the year after that is more of the same, though the house had emptied before midnight . and yes there was a house by then. and a porch swing and deck chairs and kitchen windows and her gardens and retirement, even though dean didn't think he'd ever get used to the taste of that word in his mouth. dean woke up that year with a pit in his stomach and he'd panicked because cas wasn't there, cas wasn't touching him, cas was gone , gone, gone, but then he'd blinked his eyes open to see that cas had just curled away from him in the night, was still here, sleeping, soft and open mouthed, and dean could touch him without straightening the bend in his elbow and he did and he tugged until they were pressed together again and he'd closed his eyes and sighed. cas went somewhere far away during the day, and dean thought he was going to suffocate in the house because he didn't know how to bring him back, to make him aware of the ground under his feet. but then his family was there, filing into the house somewhere around noon, in groups of twos and threes. they brought food and wine and movies and they pulled at the arms of the men who'd turned hollow-eyed until something like light slipped back into them.
it's the third year now, and the dishes are drying on the rack and the house is emptied of its guests and the quiet is just a little bit more bearable than it was the year before but somehow that feels like enough, because dean's not drowning and neither is cas, even if the water pulls at their legs, and that's a damn win in his book. dean checks the locks on the doors and the windows of his house and brings cas an afghan, drapes it over his shoulders, pulls him close until he's lying back against dean's chest on the couch. and they turn on the tv and it's the kind of shitty programming that comes on when it's after halloween and not yet christmas and it's pushing 2 am on the oven clock, but it's good white noise, and sometimes cas laughs and dean feels it against his chest, in his bones, and he thinks that's all it's about anyway. that laugh's kind of the point of everything. so he sighs and hooks his chin on Cas' shoulder and doesn't say how scared he is, sometimes, even now, or how he doesn't want to close his eyes tonight, because he's not sure what he'll wake up to tomorrow and doesn't say that there's something stinging the back of his eye even if there's no reason for it. instead he just slips his fingers through Cas' and buries his nose in cas ' hair and breathes. and well, isn't that a miracle.
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ladyluscinia · 2 years
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Ryan Reynolds having staff hype up his new tumblr account to users and then realizing that a shitty CW show that ended almost two years ago is trending over him in anticipation of the 5th
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tmmyhug · 2 years
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not to be serious or whatever but i think nov 5th went down like. That. bc of a few things: one the pandemic and the inherent derangedness of waking up and watching “unprecedented times” happen around you daily for the past nine months. two the election and the multi day pressure cooker of stress of constantly refreshing election news tabs and trying to keep your normal life (school work etc) going while the fate of american politics pretty much hangs in the balance and trump throws a fit on twitter. three the 15 year buildup of the cw’s hit show supernatural to the final season + the 11 of those years spent queerbaiting while tumblr did backflips through discourse circus rings about destiel + this show and ship being so big that everyone knew about it not just the fans. all of this leading up to the airing of 15x18 and the confession scene. castiel in love with dean. castiel goes to superhell. it just set everything off like a bomb. then the vine boom after vine boom of domino train information we kept getting. putin resigning. georgia goes blue. trump sues multiple states. supernatural trending over the election. people learning major political news via destiel screenshots. nevada. a whole bunch of other insane fandom news + rumors that started flying like dashcon 2.0 and the secret sherlock season (putin resigning also turned out to be a rumor but we thought it was real for a soild several hours). i think the internet just had no idea how to react that we collectively reached the next dimension. it was the most indescribable, hysterical outpouring of hilarity and togetherness ive ever experienced. when we say new emotions were invented that night we mean it. i miss it every single day
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evil-swedenish · 7 months
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Nov 5th wip 😝
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santaresistencia · 7 months
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i'm going back rn and backtagging all of my spn posts (for like archival posterity reasons, shut up) and i've finally reached the date of nov 5th 2020 and holy cow we really did collectively lose our minds huh
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aerialworms-art · 1 year
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Sooo, I saw @saintedcastiel‘s post about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty and had to redraw it 😂
(Click for better quality! ID under cut.)
[Image ID: A digital painting of Dean and Castiel in the Empty, mimicking the ‘Newsflash, asshole!’ meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Dean is in his green jacket with Cas’ bloody handprint on the shoulder. Cas has his back to the ‘camera’ and is staring at Dean, who is standing with one hand in a glowing orange rift similar to the one Jack made when he was born. He looks haggard. He is yelling at Cas.
The caption reads: Newsflash, asshole! I’ve been in love with you the entire goddamn time!
The artist’s url, @aerialworms, is overlaid on the image between the two lines of dialogue at a low transparency. /End ID]
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closetoyou1970 · 2 years
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Anyone else feeling normal about sweet little feathery birds and how they're the first thing to die way down in all that endless darkness.
english idiom / stock image / supernatural 15×18: despair / fall out boy - i've got all this ringing in my ears and none in my fingers / stock image / supernatural 15x18: despair / the crane wives - canary in a coal mine / historical reconstruction of a canary in a resuscitator / supernatural 15x18: despair. descriptions in alt text
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castielafflicted · 7 months
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i think im getting sick :(
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riighteouspath · 7 months
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there are rumors happening .
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pro tip: you can listen to king crimson on nov 5th to feel your emotions accurately portrayed through music
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vegancas · 7 months
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alright i have one more post after this before i hit post limit. i slept like 3 hours (my fault i guess bcos i stayed up sooooo late), and i need to have something to eat!! but if i can't wait the next hourish before i can post again then i'll be over at @vegancasifer
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field-s-of-flowers · 9 months
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So it’s September 8th, which means I’ve officially had this account for three years today! Which means. Oh no. Oh god
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destinyandcoins · 2 years
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Goncharov posting is so popular because it requires no time commitment to read/watch source material in order to have fun engaging with it, which is vital because we all know full well it’s never the Right Time to start a new show/movie/book/etc.
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keistance · 2 years
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im CRYING
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caruliaa · 1 year
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hes wearing the all too well scarff 😢😢😢😢😢💔💔💔💔💔🧣 hes so heartbrokenn 💔💔💔💔😢😢😢😢😢
[image description: a screenshot from lyle lyle crocodile showing him sad wearing a red scarf: /End description]
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