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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 1 year

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@karatecaulfield HEY CMERE GUESS WHO I MADE A PLAYLIST

Tfw the YasMoon playlist I've been cultivating for a few months is the longest fandom playlist I've ever made, like...SIGNIFICANTLY longer than playlists for OTPs I've had for literal years O______O Lesbian hyperfixations go HARD, amirite???

Maybe it's because Spotify has a disproportionate number of songs about angsty/dysfunctional sapphic relationships akajdhousvigy

Kinda hope this keeps being the case though, because it's really funny. Inb4 I end up with like 100 songs on my YasMoon playlist and the rest of my fandom playlists top at like...60-something XD I'm unfortunately VERY deep in the "hears any love song on the radio and proclaims 'THIS IS YASMOON!'" phase, so uh...Imma probably keep adding songs at what's FAR from a reasonable rate.

ALSO I love being able to be like "check out my two Cobra Kai OTPs, the karate byfriends and the staunchly-refuse-to-do-karate girlfriends!!!" It's about that d i c h o t o m y XD The contrast!!! The parallels!!! The character foils!!! The pure, sweet irony!!!

So I went into this moodboard knowing my fave songs on here were gonna be like. WAY too obscure to have little lyric edits for them, so I just made my own again!!! Now that I'm actually confident doing that, I might be subjecting y'all to that way more often XD Here are the songs, if you're wondering: 1. Poker Face - Lady Gaga (has a ficlet here!!!) 2. American Dream - Baby Queen (no ficlets/moodboards/other content for this one yet, but mark my words, it will happen. I love this song for them too much :O) 3. Chronic - Phoebe Ryan (has a ficlet as well!!!) 4. Slow Dancing - Aly & AJ and Hazel English (ficlet here!)

Also open to any potential song suggestions, or to talk about my picks more!!! Additionally, I have been feeling, uh. VERY Unwell lately obsessing over potentially writing YasMoon songfics ^^; I've refrained so far (becaus GOD GIRL GET YOUR WIPS UNDER CONTROL), but my resolve is crumbling. I might make a silly little poll about them, because there is a horrible, horrible itch within me that I do not think I will scratch until I pluck a song out of here and turn it into a YasMoon one-shot D:

(I also haven't written proper CK fic in so longggggg because the fandom kinda yeeted D: Hopefully I can find at least a handful of readers for the onslaught of yasmoon fic y'all will eventually be subjected to lmao)

Used a pink and yellow/gold color scheme for them here because that combo never doesn't slap for them, tbh. Like GOD, am I ever a SLUT for aesthetically pleasing color motifs :O And pink and yellow always hits with the girls!!! Also love the shameless, cheery hyperfemininity of it all. No broody, emotionless grays and blacks to be found here!!! Only bright, eye-hurting your average dudebro would not be caught dead in :)

As always, pic credits available upon request!

#yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #cobra kai season 4 #cobra kai season 5 #playlist #Spotify

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intothewickedwood · 2 days

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🐈‍⬛ 🌻 😇 👥️ 🎶 for the ask game <3

Thank you so much for the asks! <3 :D

🐈‍⬛ animal

My favourite animal is a cheetah! I'm just so impressed by their speed and how they run. If I had a mutant power, I'd want it to be super speed. So I want them to teach me there ways!

😇 blorbo

Right now, my The Wilds hyperfixation is so strong I can think of practically nothing else (oopsie). But yes! I love all the Wilds girls but Toni Shalifoe is my favourite <3. Honestly, she might have taken the crown of favourite character of all time at this point. Just gaaah. Such a softie underneath all that understandable anger. Cares so much for those she loves. I love her and all the layers of her character.

Before I watched the Wilds I got really into Legacies again (by finally watching s3 and s4). Absolutely obsessed with Lizzie Saltzman! Very relatable in some regards. Absolutely hilarious! Has so much pain and so many deep insecurities.

Alice Jones from Once Upon A Time, (my beloved) <3! A silly who has suffered too much!!

Chelsea Daniels from That's So Raven. She's so endearing to me. The silliest of sillies. Raven is a very close second, though.

Natalie Goodman from Next To Normal. Relatable in an ansty way.

Peter Simmonds from Bare: A Pop Opera. So relatable. A Cinnamon Roll <3.

Kate Dalton from We Are The Tigers. Sarcasm queen.

Vincent Lin From Adamandi. They may be a murderous blorbo. But they're my murderous blorbo.

Circe from Epic: The Musical. She's just so cool.

Draculaura from Monster High. Again, so cool and I love how much she loves her friends.

Chloe Sullivan from Smallville. Big influence on me growing up. Though I probably shouldn't have been watching Smallville at 9. She just cared so much about those she loved.

Simon Tudor from Jeopardy. His character development is everything <3.

Cloe From Bratz. The biggest drama queen ever and I love her for it.

Kurt Wagner from X-Men Evolution (and just x-men in general). He's such a silly guy.

Shalimar Fox from Mutant X. The most badass, protective queen to ever.

And that's all I can think of, but they're in no particular order. Except Toni. Toni gets the number 1 blorbo badge.

🌻 flower

I don't know much about flowers but I really like the look of Plumeria.

👥️ otp

So many! I shall limit myself to one per show.

Shoni!! (from The Wilds). I think they have made it to number 1 otp status!

Snowing from Once Upon A Time. But also shout out to Curious Archer!

Mizzie from Legacies! Still can't believe they got to be endgame!! I thought it was just gonna be hopes and dreams but the way I screamed my head off!! I love an unrequited love storyline but I love it even more when it then becomes requited. He thought the world of her and then she realised she felt the same about him too and it was beautiful and I cried (and screamed).

Natalie x Henry from Next To Normal. He's just so supportive of her and would do anything to make sure she's okay and that makes me want to cry into my cereal.

Peter x Jason from Bare: A Pop Opera. Everything hurts. But their chemistry was of the charts and they were so in love and I am in pain.

Cheer Wives from We Are The Tigers. They were sooooo bad for each other but needed each other? It was a mess but I was so very there for it.

Quincent from Adamandi. I am once again in so much pain. I can't get over how beautiful the lyrics they sang were when referencing each other.

Freffy from Skins. The way he cared for Effy D,:. He would haved moved mountains just to make her smile. My heart will forever be broken over what happened to Freddie. He deserved so much better.

Dracudeen. Just the whole of 'This is Not How Or Story Goes.' There was no hetrosexual explanation for that and Clawdeen nearly died to save her!

Chlark from Smallville. Next to Simon x Chrissie, they were one of my first otps. No one did friendship like them. But I always wanted it to be more. That whole unrequited thing that was never really given a chance to become requited.

Simox x Chrissie. Tfw the two most terrible people you'd never wanted to be stranded in the wilderness with have the most beautiful, unrushed character development and learn to care for people other than themselves as they slowly fall in love, when there was merely the shallowest one-sided crush you ever did see there before. The way they became heroes <3. And the way Simon just didn't know how to be without Chrissie but persisted in trying to save her when chances were beyond slim. I miss them so much and need to rewatch <3.

Harlan x Cyrus. They had so much chemistry and genuinely had a connection and now we'll never know what happened to them. I wish we got to know them better. Darn you Amazon!

Cloe x Jade from Bratz. It was more of a case of all the unwritten fanfiction I had in my head for them as an 11 year old. But I only let it get as gay as Monster High 2 at the time, which is actually very incredibly gay, so I don't know who my brain was trying to fool.

Lance x Kitty from X-Men Evolution. They had a really interesting connection and were drawn to each other.

🎶 musical artist

I mostly listen to musical theatre songs but my favourite band has always been S Club 7. I'm not sure I have an overall favourite solo artist. Maybe James Morrison!

Thank you again for the asks! They were such a blast to answer!

#ask #asks #aliferousdreamer #ask game #long post #long post for ts #am*

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ml-salt-central · 2 years

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"Gabriel Agreste" Salt (I forgot this episode came out today):

Gabriel, please die...

Okay, Canon! Felix might be an asshole but he makes Gabriel miserable and that alone honestly makes him one of the best characters in this godforsaken show (Although a line in this episode makes me worry about him a lot...)

Nathalie, please die...

Oh yay! The class is enabling Marinette's stalking... AGAIN! ISN'T THAT JUST LOVELY?!

Okay but why the fuck do the 2D drawings Nathaniel made for his and Marc's dumbass plan look so GOOD?! They have no right to be this amazing

Ew, Zoé

Okay, I hate how Chloé keeps being portrayed as a complete asshole but her coming down a vent on a harness like a goddamn super spy was iconic ngl, that's some queen shit

I know Chloé is supposed to be in the wrong here but like... Gabriel taking Adrien out of the school over seeing the video Chloé filmed of Marinette and co scheeming would actually be a reasonable reaction? Like as a parent how would you react if you found out that not only was one of your son's classmates stalking him but that the rest of the class was enabling and encouraging said stalker? Like I'm not rooting for Marinette and her friends here! What they're doing is GROSS!!!!

Okay, I'm getting tired of people being blind in this show, Marinette putting on a moustache is apparently enough to convice everyone that she's a male server, what the fuck?!

God, I love Felix being a sneaky little shit! Yes, Gabriel, keep throwing those tantrums! Seeing you suffer brings me so much joy!!!!!

Okay but it's so wild to me that Felix has only been in TWO episodes so far and has done more investigating on Hawkmoth than our two main heroes have done in FOUR SEASONS!!!!

Again, I am not rooting for Marinette to stop Chloé from showing Gabriel evidence of her and her enablers being creepy

Okay so, the scene where Gabriel threatens Felix can mean two things with the way it was worded, acording to the subtitles I got Gabriel said that he could make Felix disappear with just a snap of his finger which means that either 1. Felix is a sentimonster or 2. Gabriel is threatening an actual literal child, I really hope it's the second option... because if it's the first one then Felix, the only character who has put any effort into finding out who Hawkmoth is, can now just be erased from existence whenever the writers feel like it, isn't that great?! Like this show's writing is so bad that I wouldn't put it pass them...

Felix resisted both an Akuma and an Amok, we stan

Okay, the Collector using a tablet instead of a book this time around is a neat twists to his power but... he still has the same power as many other akumatized villains and I'm not a fan of repeat akumas so... yeah

Why the fuck did Kagami even try to fight the Collector? Like, girl, you don't even have a miraculous, what the fuck are you even hoping to accomplish?

The akuma battle is nothing special so it's not worth talking about

Chloé's plans are ruined because of course they are

Gabriel's plan to make the magical charms useless in the same season they were introduced in begins

Felix still knows that Gabriel is Hawkmoth, good thing that stuck at least (I am still incredibly worried about him...)

The stalker and her enablers came out victorious, yay...

Tfw Felix feels more like Gabriel's archenemy than Ladybug and Chat Noir

In conclusion:

Felix being a sentimonster is just as stupid of a concept as Adrien being one like... WHY?! WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT OF THIS?! WHY COULDN'T AMELIE AND EMELIE HAVE HUMAN CHILDREN?! WHAT WOULD THIS EVEN ADD TO THE PLOT?! WHAT EVEN IS THIS WRITING?! But, these concepts are stupid and nonsensical enough to actually be canon... considering the writing of this show so... I am afraid.

#ml salt #ml spoilers

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cinebration · 3 years

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Cuts & Bruises, Wounds & Abuses (Captain Syverson x Reader) [Part 14]

You get to play cards with the men.

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Warnings: none

Gif Source: henry-cavlll

Your encounter with Syverson left you puzzled—so much so that you stared at your notebook for an hour without so much as putting one word to the page.

Now that the pain of your arm was starting to become something more in the background, you had a chance to filter through the events of the last few days. Studiously avoiding the attack, you focused instead on the aftermath.

Particularly Syverson’s treatment of you.

The night on the rooftop…the look on his face, the words he had said—“I’m not your enemy”—they plagued you, asking to be deciphered. Hadn’t he treated you with hostility up until the attack? Was he taking pity on you now because of your injury?

Your response had been ill-considered. The look of genuine hurt on his face had sent you reeling and scurrying past him, afraid of what that meant. Everyone else seemed to be friendly with you, but the captain…it seemed each time you made progress with him, one of you would say something to set it all back.

Except for today. Despite the previous night’s stupid answer, he had shown up and offered to help you. And he had seemed genuinely concerned about your arm.

He’s worried you’ll be even more scathing than he imagines in your article, the cynical part of you said.

Maybe, maybe not.

After all, you still dreamed of the memory of him hovering over you in the Humvee, trying to keep you conscious. Of how you had been overwhelmed with gratitude and relief that he was there, protecting you.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Robinson smiled from the doorway. “I was wondering if you’d like to play cards with us.”

You returned his smile. “I’m a terrible poker player.”

“Too bad we’re playing with Mahmoud, otherwise I’d love to take your money.”

You chuckled. “What’s wrong with Mahmoud?”

“He’s too good. Captain says we can’t gamble with him.”

You glanced down at the blank notebook. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Excellent.”

Of all the games you expected, Go Fish wasn’t one of them. You laughed as you took the seat next to Mahmoud. His shuffling was clumsy, indicative of his lack of familiarity with card games, but he dealt you five cards with a flourish that nearly sent the deck flying out of his hands.

“Who’s the fourth?” you asked, gesturing to the empty seat opposite you.

“Me,” Syverson said, entering the room and sitting in the chair.

Swallowing thickly, you offered him a smile. He hesitated before a very small one peeked out from his beard.

“Why can we not bet in this game?” Mahmoud asked. It sounded like it wasn’t his first time asking.

“I won’t be giving you anymore money,” Syverson answered, mockingly gruff.

“You still owe me!”

“Exactly.”

The easy banter warmed your heart as you listened. Picking up the cards with your good hand, you slid them across the table to the edge and peeked at them as though playing poker, unable to put them properly in your hand. Pushing out a pair of sevens, you set them aside and let the rest lie flat on the table.

“So,” Robinson said, taking up his cards, “how is what happened the other day going to affect your article?”

A thick silence snapped taut overhead.

Syverson’s gaze bored into you. You met it briefly, held your ground, before shifting focus to Robinson. You pictured the bodies in the marketplace. Deakins’s charred corpse.

“I don’t know. Seeing as I’m writing about the struggles here, it can show how the problems here affect the locals, which in turn affect you.”

“What about you?”

You knew what he meant but feigned otherwise. “What about me?”

“You can’t write the article without talking about what happened to you.”

“Sure I can.” You shifted in your seat and glanced back at Syverson. “Isn’t it your turn?”

He didn’t glance at his hand. “Have any twos?”

“Go fish.”

He drew from the deck. Robinson flicked a glance between you both before asking Mahmoud, “Do you have any nines?”

Mahmoud handed one nine over.

“But doesn’t that affect how you write?” Robinson pressed.

“How should it?”

“You were hurt. That affects—”

“So?” An edge crept into your voice. Your arm burned in your lap.

“Could that create bias?”

You fixed Robinson with a stare. “You mean, will I become a war hawk and say that the enemy needs to be eradicated for their cruelty? No. I’m not here for that. I’m here to talk about you guys.”

“So what you’re saying is that you won’t say we didn’t protect you.”

You blinked, frowning at the abrupt shift in topic. “Of course not. I’m alive, aren’t I? And it’s still your turn.”

“Do you have any threes?”

“Go fish.”

Mahmoud coughed. “I will speak to the sheikh tomorrow to ask your questions.”

You nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the tension dissipated. “Thank you. Will that be after we go to the water station?”

Robinson glanced at Syverson. “We’re going to the station?”

“I am taking her there tomorrow,” Syverson confirmed, shifting uncomfortably beneath the man’s penetrating stare. “Prichard will join me. You have to take Mahmoud to the sheikh.”

Robinson nodded and turned back to you. “You interviewed Mahmoud, right?”

“Yes.”

“When do I get my interview?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “When do you have time?”

“Whenever you’d like.”

“Do you have any eights?”

He tossed two over. Feeling a stare, you looked up to see Syverson gazing at you again. “Do you have any sixes?”

He slid over one card. As you paired it with the six in your hand, he asked, “What about Deakins?”

You stilled and met his stare again. “With permission from his family, I will write about him.”

“His death wasn’t your fault.”

Chest constricting, you looked away, surprised by the sincerity in his voice and the intensity of his gaze. You still could picture Deakins offering you eggs and that wide smile of his as though it had happened that morning.

“We still have my interview to do.”

The quiet tone of Syverson’s voice commanded your attention. There was something behind his words you couldn’t place.

“That should be fun,” Robinson interjected, snorting. “He’ll give you two sentences to work with.”

Syverson shot him a glance as Mahmoud chuckled. The fraught silence broken, you breathed easy and caught yourself smiling—even as your stomach fluttered with the thought of being alone with Syverson again.

“What the fuck was that?” Syverson demanded.

“What was what?” Robinson asked.

“You know what.”

Syverson was fuming. He had almost slapped Robinson at the card table when the man pushed his questions for you too far. That Syverson had kept his mouth shut was a miracle.

Robinson heaved a sigh. “That woman is traumatized. She won’t even look at her arm! She needs to talk about it.”

“We’re not therapists”

“What therapist knows what that’s like? We do. More specifically, you do.”

The fact he was right infuriated Syverson further. “Stop playing fucking matchmaker.”

Shoving the man away from him, he stormed out of the room, stalked up to the roof for fresh air. Wind kicked up dust, assaulting him with grit. He couldn’t remember the last time he had showered. He desperately needed to scrub the desert from his skin.

The setting sun slipped slowly behind the horizon. He watched its progress, trying to calm himself.

Robinson, damn him, had spoken undeniable truth. You were hurting, even if you didn’t admit it. And if Syverson was your soulmate, he needed to be the one to help.

“Dammit.” Passing a hand over his face, he turned his back on the sunset. He suddenly found himself wondering what his mother would advise.

“You’re so focused on this idea of yourself and your life,” she might say, “that you don’t see the forest through the trees.”

There’s no forest here, he thought bitterly, staring out at the endless desert.

He could hear her voice in the wind. “Then make one.”

#Captain Syverson x Reader #Captain Syverson #Captain Syverson imagine #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill imagine #Sand Castle (2017)#Netflix Sand Castle

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expectingtofly · 3 years

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Not Jealous (Okay, Maybe a Little... Maybe a Lot)

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fluff, set sometime in s13, tfw gets a visit from the djinn queen

(okay so in 13x16, Cas says he killed most of the djinn guarding the Tree of Life, but this fic ignores that bc I like to think that Cas is an excellent negotiator and actually became friends with the djinn and their queen :))

also posted on ao3

created for CastielWasTheFirstTemptation for the Profound Bond Discord Exchange

Dean was having a crappy Tuesday. And he’d had plenty of experience with bad Tuesdays.

He was sitting in the library trying to parse through a stack of books, organizing them according to random categories he was half-sure Sam had made up to specifically torture him.

They’d been busy with hunts all month and on their one day off, Sam had decided it was “organize the bunker” day. He was downstairs in one of the storage rooms happily cataloguing away. Dean was stuck up here, doing the same thing, less happily.

He was tossing a book onto the Sewer Dwelling Monsters pile when the bunker door screeched open.

“Hey,” he called, grabbing another book and leafing through it. “You better have remembered to pick up beer and pie because I’m going crazy here.”

“Dean, we have a visitor.”

And that’s when Dean’s Tuesday got worse.

Dean looked up to see Cas standing on the stairway next to a ridiculously tall man—and that was saying something when they lived with Sasquatch himself. Dean only needed one look at the black tattoos snaking over the man’s bald head and forearms to realize he was a Djinn.

Quickly, Dean stood, pushing his chair back. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

The man fixed him with a heavy stare, then proceeded to scan the room. Cas spoke up, “Don’t worry, he’s not a threat.” To the man, he said, “I promise it’s safe in here.”

“What—” Dean started, then the man nodded once and motioned to someone beyond the doorway.

In a loud voice, he announced, “May I present Queen of the Djinn, her majesty Zara.”

At his words, a woman swept through the door, dressed in a long, dark cloak, her arms and neck also covered in Djinn tattoos.

“Why, Castiel,” she said, gazing around the room. “What a lovely home you have. I have to say, though, I didn’t expect you to live underground.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean spoke up. “Who the fuck are you?”

The woman turned her eyes on him and Cas shifted uncomfortably. He was holding several reusable grocery bags in his hands. “Dean, this is Zara. My, uh, betrothed.”

“Your what?” Dean spluttered and the woman—Queen Zara, apparently—started down the stairs, her dress and cloak sweeping behind her.

“You must be Dean Winchester,” she said. “Castiel told me about you.” Reaching the bottom of the staircase, she extended her hand palm down, and Dean stared at it. He settled on shaking it, unsure whether she was expecting him to bow or kiss her hand.

“Sorry, can we back up for a second?” He looked up at Cas who was following the other Djinn down the stairs. “Did you say betrothed?”

“Yes,” Zara answered brightly.

“Okay,” Dean said, slowly, unsure if he was understanding this correctly. Cas looked a little guilty. “Care to elaborate, Cas?”

“I may have technically become married to Zara when I went in search of the fruit of the Tree of Life.” Dean raised his eyebrows, and he added, “And I may have forgotten to tell you.”

“You forgot to tell me?” Dean repeated.

“I was going to,” Cas said. “But then we ended up in that cartoon with the talking dog and there was so much going on—”

“If I may,” Zara interjected, and Dean realized Zara and the man, presumably her bodyguard, were watching them go back and forth. “I see there’s been a miscommunication. See, when Castiel arrived for negotiations to obtain the fruit of the Tree of Life, we Djinn were in the middle of a war. I asked for Castiel’s hand in marriage in exchange for giving him the fruit, and we pledged ourselves to each other, agreeing to hold the official binding ceremonies later when the war didn’t require all my focus.”

Dean glared at Cas. Pledged themselves to each other? Cas ducked his head with a sheepish look and set his grocery bags on the table.

Unbothered, Zara continued, “Now that the war has ended, I am able to turn my thoughts towards finalizing our relationship. I came to reunite with dear Castiel and bring him back to my kingdom for our official wedding ceremony.”

“Hold on,” Dean spoke up. “Wedding? Bring him back—Cas ain’t gonna marry you.”

Zara’s eye twitched. “I think that’s up to Castiel, isn’t it, Dean?”

Dean looked to Cas for help, who spoke up, “I’m afraid Dean is right, Zara. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I realized the extent of the commitment I made. I can’t marry you.”

Dean eyed Zara and her bodyguard, tensing for a fight, but Zara’s reaction was only to smile and pat Cas’ shoulder.

“It’s no surprise that you would feel that way, Castiel,” she said. “We hardly know each other, after all. I confess, part of my reasoning for journeying here was to see the real you, to learn about you. I’m eager for us to grow closer during our time together.”

“During our time—” Dean was interrupted by Zara clapping her hands. Instantly, the bunker door opened to admit a line of other Djinn who filed down the stairs, all carrying baskets or trunks or cases.

Dean stared at them. “What the fuck…”

“There’s more of them,” Cas said unhelpfully.

“Alright, we need to talk.” Grabbing Cas’ arm, Dean pulled him into the adjacent hallway. “Stay right there!” he told Zara, jabbing his finger at her.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” Cas started as Dean dragged him into the hallway.

“Dude, what the fuck? Getting freaking engaged to a Djinn isn’t just something you forget to tell us about!”

“I was preoccupied!” Cas protested.

“And now you’re gonna let them into the bunker? Are you crazy?”

“They’re not a threat, Dean. Zara is very different from the Djinn we’ve encountered before.”

Footsteps sounded behind them and Dean turned to see Sam running over. “What’s going on out here, what’s all that noise?”

“We’ve been invaded by the Djinn,” Dean said, and Sam’s eyes widened.

“What? How? I’ll grab guns—”

“No, Sam.” Cas put out his hand to stop Sam from bolting down the hallway. “It’s not like that, they’re friendly.”

“Oh, so now you’re buddies with them?” Dean asked.

Cas shot him a look and started explaining the situation to Sam. Shaking his head, Dean peeked out through the doorway to watch the Djinn pile their belongings on the map table, Zara giving instructions.

Preoccupied? Really? Then again, communication never had been one of his and Cas’ strengths.

There were about ten other Djinn besides Zara and her bodyguard. One of the men set down a large trunk and Dean winced at the scuffing noise it made on the floor. Then the man opened the trunk and Dean startled, realizing it was filled with weapons and blades.

“Hey!” he protested, storming into the room. “No weapons allowed in here. You don’t wanna start something with us, this is our home turf.”

The bodyguard stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, but Zara only laughed. “This is a friendly visit, Dean, I assure you. These items are for Castiel, as part of my dowry.” She brightened, seeing Sam and Cas enter the room. “Sam Winchester, I presume?” She extended her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Sam took her hand and made an awkward nod, half bow. “Um, uh, pleasure."

“Charming,” Zara said with a laugh. She looked at Cas. “You were right, he does have such beautiful hair.”

Dean rolled his eyes and Zara motioned around the room. “As you can see, we’ve brought quite a few things. Would you mind having your attendants show mine to the cookery? We brought food for a feast.”

“Um, we don’t have attendants,” Cas said. He looked to Dean for help, and when Dean didn’t offer any assistance—Cas was the one who had gotten them into this mess—he said, “I can show you around.”

He headed off with Zara, her attendants holding baskets of food, and her bodyguard, who cast a suspicious look at Dean before following.

Dean glared at their retreating backs. “A feast? What the hell is happening?”

“She seems nice,” Sam commented.

“Nice? Did you miss the part where she’s engaged to Cas?”

“Yeah. Weird.” He started for the library. “I think we have a few books on Djinn. I wonder how binding their engagements are.”

Dean stared at his retreating back, then at the doorway where Cas and the Djinn had left through. “What the hell is going on?” he asked aloud.

A peek into the kitchen showed the Djinn plating food and cooking—Dean had to force himself to walk away before he started a war with them by barging in and demanding they stop touching his stove.

He followed Zara’s annoyingly regal voice to the hallway outside the bedrooms where Cas was apparently giving a tour to her and her bodyguard.

“How many people live here?” she asked as Dean walked over.

“Just the four of us,” Jack said.

Oh, so now Jack was in on it too. He smiled, noticing Dean. “Dean! You should try these cookies.” He held up something that looked suspiciously like what the Djinn had been putting on plates in the kitchen.

So now they were bribing his family with food? Crossing his arms, Dean said, “I don’t know if you noticed, Zara, but we weren’t exactly expecting you or your, uh, attendants. Just how long are you planning to stay here?”

“At least a week,” she answered, shattering any hope that they might be gone by 6pm. “Cas was just showing us all these extra bedrooms where we can stay.”

Dean glared at Cas, who avoided his eyes and motioned to Zara to follow him down the hallway. “Um, over here is where we keep archival documents,” he said.

Jack made to follow and Dean grabbed his elbow. “What’s her deal?” he asked, watching Zara and her bodyguard follow Cas down the hallway.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, following his gaze.

“She barges in here with a dozen Djinn saying she’s engaged to Cas? Are they trying to infiltrate us? Can you tell if she’s evil?”

“She isn’t saying she’s engaged, she is engaged to Cas.” Jack finished off his cookie. “Cas told me, when he came back from Zara’s kingdom.”

“He told you?” And not me? he wanted to add.

Maybe it was implied on his face because Jack looked mildly uncomfortable. “I can tell, she isn’t evil. She’s friendly.”

“What else did Cas say about her?” Dean asked, trying not to sound too interested or concerned. No need to panic; Cas had only gotten engaged to obtain the Tree of Life fruit. Not like Cas was actually into the Queen.

“Cas said she was very nice, but that he was in a rush and didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. I don’t think he thought she would come after him.”

“Yeah, he looks real concerned,” Dean muttered, hearing Cas’ voice echo down the hallway along with Zara’s laughter.

Wiping crumbs off his hands, Jack said, “I’m gonna get another cookie.”

Stopping to grab his gun first, Dean followed Jack back to the kitchen. He swore, if the Djinn made a mess… But the room was empty and surprisingly clean for the amount of activity that had just been going on in there.

They followed the sound of voices to the library where the tables had been pushed together and covered in platters and dishes. Dean stopped in the doorway, staring.

“Cool!” Jack exclaimed, going over to a plate stacked high with cookies.

“I told them we could have the feast in here,” Sam said at Dean’s elbow and Dean startled.

“You told them—” Fuming, he glared at the Djinn talking to Jack. “What’s the verdict? How many do I gotta kill to get Cas out of this engagement?”

“Put the gun away, you don’t have to kill anyone. According to a book I found, as long as Zara agrees to call the engagement off before the wedding begins, Cas isn’t tied to her.” He gestured to the book shelves. “You know, this isn’t such a bad thing, them being here. We've never actually gotten to talk to any Djinn before, and the Men of Letters don’t have much information on them.”

“Of course you’d be a nerd about this,” Dean complained. He nodded at where Zara was entering the room talking with Cas. “Don’t think she’s gonna give Cas up that easily. She already seems pretty attached.”

“I’m sure Cas will talk to her, let her know this is all a misunderstanding. In the meantime, try to be friendly, okay? We can’t risk getting the Djinn on our bad side.”

“We could take them,” Dean said and Sam gave him his patented bitch face. He huffed. “Fine.”

A clinking noise drew Dean’s attention to where Zara was standing at the head of the table, tapping a glass with a spoon. The room grew quiet and she announced, “I want to say thank you to the Winchesters and my betrothed Castiel for so graciously welcoming us into their home. I hope this meal marks the beginning of a wonderful alliance between us Djinn and the hunters. Now let us eat!”

Everyone moved to take a seat, Zara gesturing for Cas to sit at her right hand side. Dean pointedly took a spot close by to keep an eye on her. “I think you’ll enjoy this dish,” Zara said, passing him a bowl. “Cas tells me you’re the cook here.”

“Uh—” Dean took the bowl and ladled what looked like mashed potatoes on his plate. “When’d he have time to tell you that?”

Zara waved her hand. “We talked some when he came to my kingdom. He told me all about you and your brother and why you needed the Tree of Life’s fruit. I must thank you for saving the world quite a few times.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“You’re welcome,” Sam spoke up.

Cas had been telling Zara about him? Inconsequential stuff, like that he cooked? Gathering himself, he said, “You know, we’ve encountered plenty Djinn before you.” He ignored the death stare Sam shot at him. “Had to kill plenty too. You wanna tell me how I’m supposed to trust you? What’s stopping you from poisoning all of us?”

Sam cleared his throat and the bodyguard standing behind Zara’s chair glowered at Dean. Dean glared back.

“Those Djinn were not part of my kingdom,” Zara said solemnly. “Our most sacred law is to never bring anyone harm. If I had found those Djinn you speak of, they would’ve been brought to a swift justice.” She glanced at Cas. “I’ve already gained the trust of Castiel, I'd hoped I had your trust as well.”

“You do,” Sam said quickly, side-eying Dean. “Dean’s just being, uh, cautious.”

Cas nodded, and across the table, Jack tore into his meal, seemingly not worried at all that the Djinn had prepared it. Sam gave Dean a pointed look and Dean rolled his eyes. So, Zara and her crew weren’t evil and apparently didn’t mean them any harm. Didn’t mean Dean was going to fall over himself trying to be friends.

Ignoring Sam’s record-setting bitch face, he hesitantly started eating, finding to his annoyance that Zara was right. This food was pretty damn good.

He kept his mouth shut throughout the rest of dinner. Zara answered Sam’s questions about her kingdom, about the community the Djinn had created in the mountains, hidden from humans. According to her, it was “Heaven on Earth.”

Scowling, Dean drank from the goblet in front of him. Some kind of concoction he wasn’t sure he liked or not. Zara sure was laying it on thick. When she mentioned royal gardens, Dean saw the moment interest flared in Cas’ eyes.

For fuck’s sake. Of course Zara loved to garden. Bet she had a whole bee farm, or whatever they called those. Anything to get in Cas’ pants, no doubt.

He tried another sip from the goblet and grimaced. No, not good, he decided. Way too similar to the healthy crap Sam was always eating. Cas asked about the plants Zara had in her gardens, and Dean wondered why Cas had never planted a garden here at the bunker. He was always talking about the benefits of spending time in nature since, apparently, they didn’t get enough sunlight living in an underground bunker. Then again, Dean hadn’t ever really taken Cas’ talk about gardens and sustainability seriously. He categorized Cas’ interest in plants and bees as just another example of what a dork he was. A powerful angel of the Lord, but a dork all the same.

“I’m so happy to see you again,” Zara told Cas as a few of her attendants served what Dean guessed was some kind of Djinn desert, some weird pale pudding. She leaned forward and took one of Cas’ hands, and Dean clenched his own hands into fists under the table.

Zara stroked her thumb over Cas’ knuckles. “Now that our tribe is at peace with our warring siblings to the North, we are looking to expand relations with other kinds. Humans, for instance, and angels. I think you can be a strong ally in making that happen.”

“I can try,” Cas said. He looked uncomfortable, staring at her holding his hand, and Dean remembered sitting across him in a brothel, trying to get him laid on possibly his last night on Earth. Good times. Even after years of being on Earth and talking to women, Cas never lost the deer in the headlights look when one of them showed interest in him. The sight gave Dean a strange satisfaction. Zara had no chance with Cas.

She was going to give it her best shot, though. As if a feast wasn’t enough, after dinner, Zara presented Cas with gifts—ornate swords and knives with gilded handles, books detailing the Djinn history and folklore, robes and cloaks like the ones Zara and her entourage wore. Cas kept a polite smile on his face, but Dean saw the increasingly overwhelmed look in his eyes at the sheer amount of gifts.

Dean felt similarly overwhelmed and, somewhere along the line, he decided he’d had enough of Zara doing her damndest to impress Cas, touching his arm at any given chance. She had Sam and Jack under her spell too, it seemed, because neither of them were bothered by the ridiculous show she was putting on.

Even when he left the library and shut the door to his room, voices and laughter carried down the hallway. He was glad everyone else was having a good time and completely ignoring the absurdity of this situation. Cas? Engaged? And to royalty?

Seething, he sat on his bed and turned on the TV, trying to distract himself. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he realized he was watching an infomercial for a nonstick pan.

A knock on his door sounded and he swore under his breath. “Go away, Sam,” he called. If he had to get another lecture about hospitality…

“It’s just me.”

Dean straightened, said, “Come in,” and Cas opened the door, holding a grocery bag.

“I know, I know,” Dean said. “Don’t be rude to our guests, blah blah blah. I get it.”

“You were very rude to Zara,” Cas agreed, shutting the door behind him. “She’s only trying to be kind.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah. Kind. That’s all.” Cas stared at him, cocking his head, and Dean rolled his eyes. Of fucking course Cas would be oblivious to Zara flirting with him. “You finally get through the fuckton of gifts she brought?”

Cas sighed. “It was too much. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Sam will be up early organizing everything.” He nodded at the bag in Cas’ hand. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um,” Cas glanced down at it. “I thought you might want this.”

Dean took it from him and looked inside. The pie and beer he’d requested from the grocery store earlier that day. “Thanks,” he said.

Cas stepped closer to the bed, then hesitated. Dean motioned for him to sit and Cas did so on the edge of the bed, away from Dean’s legs. He glanced at the TV. “We should have another movie night soon. We haven’t had one in a long time.”

“Yeah. Sure.” He was pretty sure Cas was just trying to appease him, though he didn’t know why. He was the one who’d been rude to Zara, Cas’ “betrothed.”

He opened a beer and watched Cas out of the corner of his eye, heart starting to quicken a little, as it always did when he was alone with him. It was ridiculous, because he and Cas were just friends. Obviously. He didn’t know why he had to remind himself so often.

Cas twisted a loose thread on his trenchcoat sleeve. “Dean,” he started.

“Your girlfriend’s gonna start looking for you soon,” Dean interrupted. Cas lifted his head and squinted at him. “She sure is trying to impress you, going on and on about her kingdom.”

“It's a very beautiful place,” Cas said. “I wouldn’t mind visiting again. But I wouldn’t want to live there.” He studied him and Dean looked away, picked at lint on the comforter. “Dean, she may be trying to impress me, but I have no intention of marrying her, I never did. This whole situation is an unfortunate accident.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. Of course.” Obviously. I know that. Didn’t mean Zara fawning over Cas didn’t make his skin crawl.

Cas looked like he wanted to say more, but he stood. “I suppose I should return to the library. Are you coming?”

“Uh, yeah, in a bit,”

Cas left and Dean stared at the closed door, then down at his pie. It shouldn’t matter what Cas did, who he was interested in, who flirted with him. Not like Dean had any say in the matter, not like they were dating or something—which was not an option. Because Cas was just a friend. His best friend, but a friend all the same.

Sighing, he picked up his pie and beer before he left his room. He was going to need them if he was going to have to watch Zara and Cas interact.

***

The next day, Zara and her entourage showed no signs of going home. Dean ran into several of them in the bathroom down the hall, two sitting in the kitchen talking to Jack, and four more in one of the archival rooms helping Sam—as Dean had suspected—catalogue Cas’ gifts.

Zara and Cas he found talking in the library, continuing a conversation from last night about agricultural practices in her kingdom. Apparently there was a lot to say on the topic. Last night, before going to bed, Zara had made some cheeky remark about waiting after the official wedding ceremony to consummate her and Cas’ marriage, and Dean had wanted to rip her head off. It only made things worse that apparently Cas wasn’t bothered by that remark, but of course not—Zara liked gardening and was cultured and had given him a million and one presents. There was no real reason to hate her, though that wouldn't stop Dean.

He paused in the library’s doorway, before Cas and Zara could spot him, and caught the tail end of what Zara was saying,

“I know that you are distanced from Heaven, as evidenced by you living with hunters.”

Dean bristled at the underlying meaning in her words—Cas had no place with him and Sam. They were just gross humans.

Zara continued, “We have many in my kingdom who have been displaced from their homes, who are no longer a part of their own. I think you will find us to be an accepting community.”

“I’m sure I would,” Cas said, and Dean’s heart sunk. “But Heaven hasn’t been my home in a long time. This is my home now.”

Dean felt a little stunned at his words. Cas said it so emphatically. As if the bunker wasn’t just a place he’d ended up, but somewhere he chose to be, wanted to be.

Making a U-turn, he grabbed his keys and jacket and took Baby out for a drive. Unfortunately, even the rushing wind through the windows and the blaring music on the radio couldn’t distract him from his thoughts.

Did Cas really think of the bunker as home? Here? With him and Sam and Jack? Well, of course, he told himself. Cas lived here, didn’t he?

It was more than that, though, Dean knew. Cas had rebelled against Heaven to help them. Stuck by their sides for years. If this wasn’t his home, then where else?

And who did Zara think she was? She thought Cas needed a home, that she could give him one. As if they weren’t good enough for him. Well, Dean knew Cas deserved a lot better, but they got along pretty well. Had been through enough shit together, at least.

Zara had met Cas only once; she hadn’t stopped apocalypses and faced demons with him. Dean knew Cas better than anyone, or so he liked to think. Cas knew him better than anyone, at least.

That’s what this is, he told himself. Why Zara annoyed him so much. He was just pissed that Zara thought she knew what was best for Cas. It didn’t matter that Cas seemed to get along well with her, that she had so much in common with him, that she wanted to marry him. Technically, if Cas wanted to marry her too, that wasn’t a problem either.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and glared out at the road. Not a problem.

When the sky was dark, he returned from his drive to a quiet bunker. Zara and her attendants were nowhere to be seen, and as he came down the stairs, Cas walked into the war room.

“Where were you?” he asked, stopping short.

Dean shrugged. “Just out for a drive.” He held out a plastic bag. “Here.”

Frowning, Cas took it from him and pulled out two packets of seeds. “Tomato seeds?” he asked, studying them.

“Just thought, I don’t know. You’re always talking about nature and whatever. You could start a garden outside. If you want.”

Cas looked up at him, some unreadable emotion on his face. Dean almost asked if a garden was still in the works, or if Cas had started to envision the Djinn gardens. “Figure even if you don’t eat you should contribute to dinner,” he said instead. “Start growing food.”

Cas smiled and looked back at the seeds. “Thank you, Dean. That's very thoughtful of you.”

Dean felt his face heat. Looking around, he asked, “Where’s her majesty?”

“She went to bed.”

“She try to seduce you?”

Cas cocked his head. “No. Why would she?”

“Uh, maybe because she’s trying to marry you.”

“Well, I’m not marrying her. I think she understands that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“I’ve made my intentions clear, Dean.”

“Right,” Dean said, not convinced. Cas studied him, the familiar, peculiar squint to his eyes and Dean nearly squirmed. Turning, he said, “I’m going to bed.”

He passed Sam in the hallway near the bedrooms. “Hey,” he said, not stopping.

“Dean,” Sam called, and he turned. “You alright? Where were you all day?”

“Just wanted to get away from our million visitors. I’m fine.”

“Is, um… Is everything alright with you and Cas? He was wondering where you went.”

Dean crossed his arms. “We’re fine. I mean, he brought the Djinn here, but nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right. Um. Well, it’s just…” Sam looked like he was choosing his words carefully. “You’ve been acting… Well, acting kinda weird around Zara and Cas.” Dean stared at him. “Like you’re jealous or something.”

“I’m not fucking jealous! What the hell is there to be jealous about?”

Sam raised his hands. “I’m just telling you what I see.”

“Well, you’re fucking wrong.” Sam started to speak, but Dean ignored him and turned on his heel, continued to his room. “I’m not fucking jealous,” he muttered under his breath.

I’m not jealous, he repeated to himself the next day, watching Zara and Cas talk over breakfast. Or the next, which played out the same way: too many strangers wandering the hallways, Zara taking up all of Cas’ attention. Not that Dean needed Cas’ attention; he just didn’t see how Cas could be so oblivious to Zara’s intentions.

Unless Cas wasn’t oblivious and he was actually interested in Zara.

Absurd, Dean told himself. But the idea sat heavy in his stomach anyway. I’m not jealous, he told himself again. He was starting to sound less convincing.

***

“Hey where’s Cas?”

Zara looked up from where she and Sam were poring over books in the library. Sam frowned, looking around. “I haven’t seen him yet today.”

“If you find him, tell him to join us,” Zara said, “Sam and I are going through the Men of Letters’ books on the Djinn. I’m afraid there are quite a few historical inaccuracies.”

“Right, sure.” Leaving the library, Dean headed back through the hallways, wondering where Cas could’ve gone. He hadn’t left Zara’s side much in the five days she’d been here.

Maybe he’s finally gotten annoyed with her, he thought hopefully.

When his search through the bunker proved futile, Dean had a thought and headed outside. Sure enough, a few yards from the bunker door, next to a bag of potting soil and a tray of small green containers, Cas sat cross legged on the grass holding one of the seed packets Dean had bought for him.

“Hey,” Dean said and Cas looked up at him.

“Hello.” He began placing the seeds into the containers and Dean stood there awkwardly, watching. Maybe planting the seeds was a sign; maybe this meant Cas was planning to stay. Or maybe it meant Cas was going to take his tomato plants with him to Zara’s kingdom.

When Cas remained silent, Dean started turning away to leave him to his planting. “You can fill this tray with soil,” Cas spoke up, stopping him.

“Um, okay.” Sitting down next to him, Dean scooped soil out of the bag with a shovel and poured it carefully into the planting containers. Cas smoothed soil over the seeds he'd planted.

“Zara and Sam sure are getting along well,” Dean said after a few minutes of silence. “They’re going through the books in the library right now. Apparently there’s a lot of ‘inaccuracies’ in them.”

“Hmm.” There was a smudge of dirt on Cas’ chin that Dean was more than tempted to wipe off. Looking away, he poured more dirt in the containers before he was idiotic enough to try.

The weather was warm, a breeze rustling the leafy tree branches around them. Dean wished he could relax, but being in such close proximity to Cas was making his pulse race, per usual. Maybe even more so now, considering the way he’d been feeling lately. Not jealousy, he told himself. Just, concern. Friendly concern for Cas.

Unwittingly, he thought of the way Zara looked at Cas, spoke to him, touched him, and he gripped the shovel tighter in his hand. Okay. Fine. Maybe Sam was sorta right. Maybe he was a little jealous. It didn’t mean anything though.

Realizing Cas had stopped planting seeds, he glanced sideways at him. Cas was letting soil sift through his fingers, a crease between his brows and a seriousness in his gaze that didn’t match the gentle way his fingers moved through the dirt. Dean started to wonder if Cas had come out here to get away from everyone, if something was on his mind.

“You and your plants there wanna get a room?” he asked and, fuck, that wasn’t what he wanted to say. Words were hard.

Cas glanced at him, then his recently planted seeds, and dropped the dirt he was holding. Apropos of nothing, he said, “Zara said she’ll call off the engagement if I really want.”

Dean’s initial surge of relief faded away when Cas kept glaring at the soil. Since he was pretty sure the tomato seeds hadn’t done anything to bother him, he asked, suddenly nervous, “Do you want to call it off?”

“Yes, Dean. I don’t want to marry her.” Looking away, he brushed dirt from his hands.

“But?” Dean pressed.

Cas sighed. “But she wants me to come back with her. Just for a visit. And I don’t know if I should.” He reached for a watering can at his side. “Zara and the other members of her kingdom were very welcoming when I first visited, and I’ve enjoyed taking to Zara during her stay here, but we have work to do. I can’t just leave.”

They did have work to do, but that was nothing new. Dean looked around at the start of Cas’ garden, at the slight rise of dirt a few yards away that marked the bunker underground. Maybe this was home for Cas, but it couldn’t compare to a kingdom, not how Zara described it. Begrudgingly, he thought of Cas and Zara's similar interests and her descriptions of her kingdom and how perfect it would be for Cas.

“Maybe you should visit,” he said, hating the way the words felt in his mouth. Cas frowned at him and he added, “Not saying you should marry Zara, but sounds like a cool place.” One part of his brain screamed at him to shut up shut up shut up, but the other told him this was the mature thing to do. Give Cas the freedom to make up his own mind.

Cas nodded, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know.” he said quietly. “But if you really think so...”

“Yeah, of course,” Dean said, feeling a little sick. Ignoring the sensation, he pat Cas on the shoulder. “Whatever you want.”

Take that, Sam. Could a jealous person do this?

***

Encouraging Cas to leave with his Djinn friends may have been the mature thing to do, but that didn’t stop it from hurting like hell. Going back inside, Dean holed up into his room, not wanting to hear Zara’s gleeful excitement when Cas told her he was going back with her to her kingdom. He had a feeling Zara wasn’t going to be calling off the engagement anytime soon.

He didn’t emerge until that night, when sounds of conversation and activity had diminished outside his door. One thing he had to say for the Djinn, despite the number of them staying over, the bunker had never been cleaner and they’d all obeyed his command to stay out of the garage. Begrudgingly, he had to admit it wasn’t so bad having them over. If only Zara wasn’t actively trying to impress Cas.

How many days had they been here? They’d probably be leaving soon. His stomach twisted at the thought, knowing they would take Cas with them.

Just for a visit, he told himself. He’ll be back.

He went into the library looking for a drink and found Zara and Cas poring over books side by side.

“Oh, hey,” he said, stopping in the doorway.

Cas looked up at him, a worried expression on his face. “Are you alright, Dean? You disappeared all day.”

Why does everyone keep asking me that? Going to a side table, he poured himself a drink. “Yeah. Just tired.”

“I’m sure it must be exhausting hosting so many visitors all week,” Zara said. You don’t know the half of it, Dean thought. “But don’t worry, we’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

Dean turned, nearly spilling his whiskey. “Wait, what?”

Zara smiled at him. “We’re returning to my kingdom tomorrow.”

He thought he’d have a few more days… “Tomorrow?” he managed.

“Yes. I’m afraid I can’t stay forever, my people need me back home. And I know they will be waiting to hear news of my betrothed.” She pat Cas’ hand and Cas turned red.

“Oh. Right,” Dean managed. “Okay.”

He tried to say something else, then turned and left the room in a rush. Tomorrow. Cas was gonna leave and Dean had told him he should go.

The kitchen was empty and he sat at the table, stared at the glass in his hand.

I’m being an idiot, he thought. Cas can do whatever he wants, he doesn’t have to stay here. Probably been looking for an out for ages.

Needing to do something with his hands, he stood and grabbed ingredients from the cupboards. Without really thinking about it, he started making a pie, mixing the ingredients with more force than was necessary.

“Fucking ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, rolling out the pie dough. Tell Cas to go to a Djinn kingdom, that’s smart. With Zara of all people? He’s gonna come back officially married to her, talking about the royal gardens. Or just not come back at all.

“Fuck,” he muttered, throwing open the fridge door to grab the butter.

“What’re you doing?”

Dean wheeled around to see Sam standing in the doorway. “What’s it look like?” He slammed shut the fridge door. “Making a goddamn pie.”

“At…” Sam leaned forward to see the time on the microwave. “2:14am?”

“Is it a crime to make a pie at 2am? I had a craving.”

“What are you, pregnant?”

Dean flipped him off and Sam leaned on the doorway. “Don’t see why you’re in such a bad mood. You should be glad; Zara’s leaving tomorrow. You’ve been bitching all week about the ‘invasion’.”

Pausing in draping the pie crust dough over the filling, Dean stared at him. Glad? Was no one else seeing the problem here? “What, you going with them too? Packed your bags yet? Zara seems to have put you under her spell too.”

Sam frowned. “Dean, you don’t think Cas—“

“It doesn’t matter,” Dean said quickly. “He can do whatever he wants.”

“Yeah, but you got this all wrong.” Straightening from the doorway, Sam came to the island. “Cas isn’t going with the Djinn.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he isn’t! Why the hell would he?”

Oh, I don’t know, Dean thought. Maybe because Zara is fucking perfect for him and knows exactly what he wants and knows how to actually talk to him and not act like a goddamn idiot every time he’s in the room.

Furiously, he crimped the edges of the pie crust and accidentally tore a hole. “Son of a bitch!”

“Okay...” Sam said, watching him. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on with you, but snap out of it. Cas isn’t going anywhere and maybe if you talked to him, you’d know that. Or even just stopped to think for a second.”

“Fuck off,” Dean said, and Sam threw up his hands.

“Fine,” he said, leaving the room. “But you’re freaking out over nothing.”

Dean glared at him and put his pie in the oven, sat back down. He’d done plenty of thinking and like it or not, it didn’t seem completely outside the realm of possibility that Cas would want to be with someone who understood him and appreciated him. Not that Dean didn’t understand or appreciate him, of course he did. Cas was his best friend and Cas had saved his life countless times and Cas was Cas—he was dorky and sarcastic and weird and considerate and too fucking earnest in a way that made Dean squirm while also being secretly jealous of how Cas could just say things and, and—

And fuck he wanted Cas to stay.

He didn’t know how long he stared at the table, but he startled when the timer beeped to announce his pie was done. He glanced at the oven, then looked around the empty room.

"I think I really like him," he said aloud.

Taking the pie out of the oven, Dean grabbed plates and silverware and headed to the library, hardly knowing what he was doing, just hoping to find Cas. Thankfully, Cas was still there, sitting alone.

“Made pie,” Dean announced eloquently, setting everything down.

Cas looked up and shut the book he was reading. “Oh.”

Tossing his oven mitts to the side, Dean cut a slice and wordlessly slid the plate to Cas. Cas stared at him like he had two heads. “Figured you might want to try it,” he said. “See what the molecules taste like.” In truth, he was stalling. He didn’t know what to say to Cas, how to share his recent epiphany that yes, he was jealous, and yes, he did like his best friend, and yes, he was panicking a little.

Cas looked like he had a few questions, but he took the plate. “Thank you,” he said.

“No problem.” Dean’s hands were sweating as he served himself his own slice and sat down across from Cas. He had been hungry before, but now his stomach clenched in anxiety, too many words rolling around in his head with no coherency.

Cas picked up his fork and Dean figured the best way to start was with the truth.

“Don’t go,” he blurted out.

Cas paused, fork poised midair. “What?”

Dean’s face flushed, but it was either speak now or regret it forever. “I know I said you should leave with Zara, but I didn’t mean it.”

Cas slowly lowered his fork, and it seemed speaking a few words broke down a wall in Dean’s mind because the rest came flooding out.

“I know I can be a real dick,” he said, “and I know I don’t know anything about gardening or agriculture, and I know I’ve been acting weird lately, but it’s because I really don’t want Zara to take you away from us. And maybe that’s selfish on my end—no, I know it is. But she doesn’t know you, really know you! And I do. I’ve known you forever and you’re my best friend and also maybe I wish we were more.” His face heated further, and he quickly added, “It’s alright if you don’t want more, that’s fine, just forget this conversation, but the main point is that I don’t want you to leave. I mean that. Please stay.”

Cas’ gaze had turned serious during Dean’s rambling, and Dean stopped there, heart pounding, mouth dry. He hadn’t expected to say all that, but he realized he meant what he’d said. Had meant all of it for a long time now, even if he’d been pretending not to. And maybe it was too late to tell Cas now. But he’d finally said it.

“Dean,” Cas said, and Dean braced himself for the I’m sorry, but... The, you suck and I’m leaving with Zara. Or even, you want more? That’s absurd. Why the hell would we ever be more than friends?

But what Cas said, instead, was, “I thought you wanted me to leave.”

Dean stared at him. And, yeah, he guessed he had told Cas to leave. But Cas should know by now that he was an idiot who usually said the wrong things. “I didn’t mean it,” he said. “I’ll go crazy if you leave, honest. I can’t…” He thought about how empty the bunker felt when Cas left for even a day, thought about how much it killed him to see Cas with Zara, and said, almost desperately, “I can’t do that. You leaving.”

Cas’ gaze had softened and his voice was quiet when he asked, “What do you mean by more?”

Dean’s heartbeat kicked up and he stared at his plate. Fuck. What did he mean? “I don’t know. Well, maybe I do. I just…” He took a deep breath and met Cas’ eyes. “I just want to be with you. Romantically, or whatever. More than just being friends.” He held Cas’ gaze even though his heart was pounding and a tiny voice in his brain screamed, abort mission, because it felt like such a relief to get the words out, albeit awkward and stilted.

Cas studied him and Dean’s pulse hammered in his chest as he waited for inevitable rejection. Instinct told him to backtrack, but now that he’d voiced everything, it seemed like torture to have to carry it all inside him again. He didn’t know how he’d done it for years.

Then Cas spoke. “I want more too,” he said, like it was the easiest thing to say in the world.

Dean stared at him. “You do?” he managed, and Cas nodded.

“I was never going to leave, Dean. This,” he gestured around them. “This is my home. Here with you. I want to be with you too.”

“Oh,” Dean breathed. Cas never was going to leave. He started to feel a little ridiculous for his panicked pie baking, but a smile tugged at the corner of Cas’ mouth and Dean started smiling too. Cas wanted more.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asked and Cas nodded. He started pushing his chair back, then Dean was standing and meeting him by his chair.

Raising his hand, he touched Cas’ cheek. He was feeling a little dizzy from the remarkable change of events in so short a time, but the look in Cas’ eyes anchored him. This is what he wanted, had been wanting.

Cas’ eyes fell shut when he leaned down to kiss him, and Dean smiled a little before pressing his lips to Cas’, finally.

His brain short circuited a little when Cas kissed him back, and it was a second before he could process the way Cas was pressing up close to him, hands gripping at his shirt. Slipping his arms around Cas’ waist, he pulled him flush, chest to chest. Cas made a small noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck. Dean’s head spun.

They kissed until Dean couldn’t catch his breath, until he felt weak at the knees. He let out a breathless laugh when they broke apart, and Cas smiled at him.

“I’ve wanted more for a long time,” he said. “I didn’t think you did too.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean kissed him again, pausing to say, “I guess I just never admitted it to myself.”

“And you realized this while making pie?” Cas asked, gesturing to the dish on the table.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted, a little sheepishly. “But better late than never, right?”

“Right,” Cas said with a smile and kissed him.

Dean kissed him back, then took his hand, tugged him to the hallway. Cas followed easily, smiling, and Dean couldn’t resist kissing him again along the way.

They eventually made it to Dean’s bedroom, but Cas paused when Dean grabbed the doorknob. “Hold on.”

Letting go of Dean’s hand, he went to the room where Zara was staying and knocked on her door.

After a few moments, she opened it in a silk nightgown. “Why, hello, Castiel,” she said smiling. “What a surprise.”

“I need you to annul our engagement,” Cas said and Zara’s smile froze. Dean bit back a grin. “Now,” Cas added.

“I—Um. I thought we would discuss this further at a later time. Perhaps allow you more time to decide—”

“I’ve decided.” Cas motioned to Dean, and Zara leaned out to see him standing there. Dean waved. “My home is here.”

Zara blinked at them and Dean stepped forward. “What he means is,” he snaked his hand around Cas’ waist, “he’s taken.”

Cas grinned at him and Zara looked mildly stricken, staring back and forth between them. Then resignation spread over her features and she smiled a little. “I see.” Waving her hand, she said, “Well, then. Consider yourself free of our engagement.”

“Thank you,” Cas said.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do to repay your hospitality. And I won’t stand in the way of true love.” She started to shut her door, then paused, looking at Dean, “And since I seem to be single once again, please tell your brother he is welcome to visit my kingdom anytime.” With a wink, she shut her door, and Dean stared at it for a moment.

“I don’t wanna unpack all that.” He looked at Cas and smiled a little. “You sure you don’t wanna marry her?”

Cas rolled his eyes. “I’m sure.” And, as if to prove his point, he kissed Dean again. Then he pulled back to meet Dean's eyes. "You haven't been jealous all this time, have you?"

"No," Dean said. Cas' eyes narrowed and Dean admitted, "Maybe a little." Okay, maybe a lot.

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[id: excerpt from Queens’ Play, the second Lymond Chronicles book:

And Sir George Douglas took time to write an anonymous letter to the Queen of France, suggesting that one Richard, Lord Culter, should be invited to Court. Catherine de Médicis received it next day.]

the thing is these books are densely written and so you might think them dry or boring. however this passage made me exclaim "you motherfucker" aloud and i am at work rn

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kepcobi but its just MARINA songs

so i had some outtakes from my kepler playlist, and by and large they were outtakes bc they had the right dysfunctional vibe for a kepcobi sitch but from the wrong perspective.. so i’ve rehomed them here

liner notes / tracklist under the cut !

Are You Satisfied?

you might be saying “hey jude didnt u already use this on the kepler playlist?” and yes i did but it also fits for kepler recruiting jacobi!!!!!!!! its cinematic parallels

I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal / Chemically calm / Was I meant to feel happy that my life / Was just about to change?

'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away / It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway / It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide / And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

About Love

is this song maybe too functional for kepcobi? yeh lol but its also good.. its the initial infatuation yk

But you're in my head, you're in my blood / And it feels so good to hurt so much

Hermit the Frog

jacobi is :clown: for kepler… see now hes past the initial infatuation hes self-aware of how fucked he is

Yeah, I feel I'm watered down / Whenever he's around / I put on the crown of clown / And melt slowly to the ground

Yeah, I feel it coming on / When I've been static for too long / And an explosion comes in time / Before I go and cross the line

I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed / And I can't help he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head

Starring Role

i had to try very hard to not pull like every line from this… its Very good its like.. the thesis of kepcobi

You're hard to hug, tough to talk to / And I never fall asleep when you're in my bed / All you give me is a heartbeat / I've turned into a statue / And it makes me feel depressed / 'Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed

You don't love me, big fucking deal / I'll never tell you how I feel / You don't love me, not a big deal / I'll never tell you how I feel

You

tfw u at this point kind of get that ur boss/hookup/whatever is kind of fairly fucked up and a bad relationship for u but also u r like. damn still in lov w that guy

You, yeah, you break me down (You) / Yeah, you shut me out (You) / But it's all about you, you (You)

Hypocrates

tfw u r hooking up w ur horrible spy boss and u feel horrible :////// and ur a maudlin kind of jacobi i think whos hit a certain point of drunk and maybe is talking to maxwell who is not super sympathetic and would love to not be hearing this

I know you only want to own me / And that’s the kind of love you show me / You tell me one thing and do another / Keep all your secrets undercover

Shampain

jacobi on a downswing on kepler… after a fight where he walked out on kepler yk

Drinking champagne to forget yesterday / 'Cause I remember the way, the way, the way / It ended the day, the day, the day, the day / That I walked away, away, away, away

Radioactive

tfw u ended things w ur boss/hookup/whatever and now ur still like attracted to him but also angry at him and its a mess

Baby, I'm gonna leave you drowning / Until you reach for my hand

In the night, your heart is full / And by the morning, empty / But baby, I'm the one who left you / You're not the one who left me

Ready to be let down / Now I’m heading for a meltdown

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family on 6 ;;;-;;;;;;

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i’m gonna start rewatching the whole thing to Prepare for the streams starting again, so here’s an intro if anyone else is interested:

do you like messing around in the character creator for 1h+ in any game? and watching let’s plays? what if there was a let’s play of a top-down turn-based tactical rpg, but it was being played by 2 ppl who cannot help but to roleplay? if you want to see two ppl get super invested in character creation and backstory for every single randomly generated member of their team, may i recommend waypoint’s xcom 2 playthru?

join me.... and become very invested in William Gordon aka Valravn, Son of Odin, and all his friends!

edit: i’m a fool for not including this: if you like blaseball!! this is a similar appeal of backstories and personality being written for randomly generated chars!!!!

(bonus xcom stream of them playing w austin’s recreations of f@tt characters bc he’s a NERD)

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that episode was literally So Much,, i cant believe it was only 2h?? i got FRIENDSHIP i got FAMILY ON SIX i got ANGST i got LOVE,, i need this series to keep going for 1000 yrs i cant giv it up

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I Lombardi alla prima crociata (Met, 1993): Reactions, Part I

why am I even watching this idk man

that is a large window

it is now time for Boptastic Verdi Exposition

the family has olive branches because #subtlety

Viclinda, honey, you could have had SAMUEL RAMEY and you chose some random tenor (I kid, but still)

awkward hugging clap clap clap clap clap

oh Giselda...so innocently optimistic...

and now it’s time for a crusade because it’s totally fine to infringe on human rights in the name of religion (sarcasm, of course)

that is a...massively out-of-proportion crucifix

SING IT SAM (but fuck you Pagano for trying to violently kidnap a woman who’s just trying to Vibe with her loved ones)

fun activities to do with friends: plotting violent activities in church

that vow is perhaps a bit excessive but we do love the mother daughter solidarity

there is absolutely no way this plan can go wrong

with all due respect to Verdi and Solera, and as lovely of a soprano aria this is, I think it would have been objectively better and cooler to make this a soprano-soprano duet for these ladies

oh honey

well that servant told you wrong

hey fuck you

oops

WELL THAT WAS A DRAMATIC SET/LIGHTING CHANGE

yup that is a very dead not-Arvino person

tfw you tried to kill your brother but accidentally killed your father instead

“murder is not the solution for murder” a paraphrase but she HAS A POINT

time for the BANGER ACT ONE FINALE

and now off to the other side of all this, featuring Symbolism TM and Tired Orientalism

IT’S THE PAV

(and this production gets points for being the 1993 Verdi Met premiere that didn’t cast the tenor lead with a major sexual harasser)

oh look a Verdi opera with multiple mothers who are actually alive (although Viclinda died offstage after Act I rip her)

Area Tenor Is Hard Crushing On Giselda

Area Tenor’s Mom Is Very Happy With This Development

always count on the Pav to sing gloriously and also be somehow super adorable and Wholesome while doing it

if you are suffering from angst and guilt at accidentally having killed your father, you too can run off and become a hermit!

(come to think of it, the Marquis of Calatrava does blame Leonora for his death and she, suffering from resulting angst and guilt, becomes a hermit, so ig this is a Verdi trend)

everyone in this opera is apparently face blind

ah yes, tying forgiveness for sins to *checks notes* allowing a bunch of people to murder and assault and pillage other people

nice high note also where did you get the sword and ridiculous helmet

once again: face blind

now even more crusaders onstage because why the fuck not

y’all really suck

also I have a theory about this opera and why it doesn’t really work from the standpoint of trying to make a point about anything, particularly in the 21st century; remind me to make a post about that later

a forest of red crosses because once again, #subtlety

admittedly this bops but also Tired Orientalism Harem Trope

someone please help her also what are the fishing pole (?) things

Lauren Flanigan is a new name to me but by golly she is SPECTACULAR in this

CHAOS

poor Sofia :(

YES YES YES GISELDA HAS SUCH A GOOD POINT

(also right after this she says something like “all you want is the Muslims’ wealth!” and once again, shots fired point made)

yes queen you go call everyone—even and especially your own father—on their BS

GO OFF QUEEN

hey Arvino maybe don’t try to kill your daughter

Giselda is trying her best

#opera #opera tag #opera liveblog #I Lombardi alla prima crociata #I Lombardi #The Lombards at the First Crusade #verdi #giuseppe verdi #have said it before and will say it again: Giselda (at least here) is an absolute QUEEN and must be protected at all costs

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hii bestie, for the characters ask: share your thoughts on rowena 👀

thank u omg yes

How I feel about this character

I can’t believe she’s from spn bc hello?????? How is she so great. I think I went off about her once about how basically I kept expecting spn to undermine her powers with new characters showing up etc. But they didn’t and she’s like.... she’s the most powerful witch. She survived Lucifer twice. She brought HERSELF back from the dead. She’s QUEEN of Hell.

She’s so bitchy and even when she’s TFW’s friend she doesn’t suddenly become super soft or anything.

She’s introduced by drinking tea with dead people stuck on her ceiling. I am in love with her. I want her to be my mom.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don’t think I ship her romantically with anyone tbh?? None of the people she’s been set up with in canon bc she’s arospec lesbian actually. Oscar was mistaking being grateful with romantic love ; Lucifer was worshipping power and rebellion ; Gabriel was about sex ; Ketch was being bored by the end of the world. I’ve heard some people ship Rowena with Sam but Sam is her apprentice I can’t see it at all.

BUT I’ve been introduced to Rowena/Mary and honestly I’m listening very closely!!! I love the potential of it. It’s not smth I ship like... strongly. But it’s the ship with Rowena that I enjoy the best, and tbh the only ship with Rowena I enjoy actually! Rowena is girlboss4girlboss!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I’m gonna say Rowena & Jack’s dynamic. She sees him and goes “ok you are my nephew now” and she IS. She’s his aunt!!!!

I loved what they did with Sam getting into magic and the Lucifer thing. And I love Rowena & Dean dynamic bc she is the mother of his ex and it’s funny. And I love Rowenna & Cas dynamic I want more of that!!

But what makes me feel the most was truly the way Rowena handled Jack after his meltdown. No shade to Mary but she truly handled the autistic kid very very badly. Whereas Rowena respected his space, heard him out, stayed calm, all while slowly pushing him into talking to TFW bc that was the thing to do in this situation. And ig a lot of it was intended as like... Rowena realizing Jack’s power and not wanting to risk dying?

But I truly see it as Rowena caring for Jack bc she can see he’s just a boy, and being able to... see that forcing his hand won’t work at all with Jack. Like she sees the kid, but she sees the person, and each person has their own way to react to things. She’s not infantillizing him in the “I know best listen to me” way.

And maybe it reminds her of Fergus and how bad a mother she was, and here it’s a way for her to.. not to make it up, but to do better. I think Rowena would be a good mother actually - if she had a kid because she wanted to, and now that she’s learned love isn’t weakness.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I have no idea what would be unpopular lmao. I haven’t seen Rowena posts which pissed me off (yet?). I just think she’s perfect and never did anything wrong and the Rowena & Crowley dynamic is truly one family dynamic spn nailed. When she appeared I was like “omg boring the evil mother another redhead blablabla” but joke’s on me!!!!!!

Her makeups & outfits are always so epic honestly Rowena....... I wanna be your apprentice teach me the girlboss ways. If I was a demon in Hell and Rowena was queen? I’d prob have a fling with her and she’d break my heart and I’d thank her.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I don’t have specific things bc honestly the fact she survived all the show is already like.... everything I could have asked for. Especially with her queen of Hell ending.

However what I want is: a girlboss evil team spin off. Rowena & Ruby & Meg & Bela (as a demon by now).

It’s wayward sisters but with these extremelly morally grey characters. They kill abusers but not only. They’re manipulating people to get what they want. They mostly just wanna survive ; it’s fight or flight, not revenge. They drink wine and paint each other nails and gossip about hunters. It’s not a “life was a bitch with me so I’m gonna be a bitch”. It’s more a “idc about anything but helping myself bc you only have yourself in this life”. But then they have each other <3 And idk there’s some plot about Hell or hunters or whatever and they see Mary often I think Mary would join the team eventually.

Belphegor is a regular side character bc I love him and I also think Rowena would make him her nephew in 0.2sec. Some others can also appear from time to time but it’s not their show it’s about evil-ish sapphics.

#ask game #thank you for the suggestion!!!!#truly love rowena i have much thoughts #rowena #rowena macleod #spn takes #spn #books-heroes

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the spanish princess ep 7, aka “how to lose friends and alienate people, the catherine of aragon story”

(ok so - i didn’t watch ep 6 but seeing that screencap of that bless this mess or whatever it said embroidery in the more household absolutely sent me, so here i am with a glass of rose ready to get MAD)

honestly, the cognitive dissonance required on emma frost’s part to be like “catherine was raised by her mother to be a warrior queen” and then to have catherine only give mary attention as well as education because she’s the only child she’ll ever have is truly astounding

meg just like ah yes...another garbage man for me to love (i’m assuming that’s methven fighting with james v?)

why is james calling methven a sassenach when he is very much scottish?

(i know he’s not methven yet sorry, i’m as bad as ef)

georgie’s acting is a bit hammy sometimes but at least she’s trying, at least she’s actually displaying emotion

i personally think wolsey is super sexy

it’s back! does this little metaphor have a name?

wow...catherine really does hate meg for no reason

lina’s side-eye...it’s COMING

siri, play “we gotta get outta this place” by the angels

“what a strange thing to ask a cardinal in a church” LOVE HIMMM

wolsey pointing out that catherine has no friends lol

surprised that a word as big as “ecumenical” made it into a tsp script

“do you hate my sister now?” catherine can’t even get a single win and i love it

check out the slightly more accurate hood in the background!! more of an early french hood but still, i take what i can get

you know, i thought it was pretty on-the-nose when the tudors had mary say “i will burn as many heretics as i have to”, but this really takes the cake

“why do you cry?” uhhh maybe bc you’re revelling in the defeat of lina’s own people, catherine, you horrible person

the TALENT and CHARISMA and BEAUTY that stephanie levi-john has, manifesting a successful career for her

“to hell with parchment, i will take what i’m owed in gold. think of it as a border raid” THAT’S MY GIRL

“i cannot fall for another” but you WILL

given they’re running out of time i’m assuming meg & “hal” stewart are going to have a happy ending which...ok

shouldn’t more be a knight by now, not just master more? who knows what year we’re in

is...stafford going to get arrested bc they find him in catherine’s chambers?

“you must tell no one” IS CATHERINE GOING TO TRY & FAKE A PREGNANCY??? DELICIOUS

who are those two ladies with catherine? have they just forgotten the boleyn girls exist?

for a show that loves heavy-handed foreshadowing, it is mindboggling that neither anne nor mary boleyn have been anything other than glorified extras. particularly as they had anne attending mary and saying stuff like “hmmm a RICH KING” back in episode 2!!! it’s like they straight up forgot about her

why did they never call stafford “buckingham”? it was his title from a young age & they seem to have no problem referring to thomas boleyn as “wiltshire” when it would make more sense - if you’re catering to an audience with little knowledge of the era - to refer to him by his surname. like, this show doesn’t even operate on its OWN logic

INSANELY HILARIOUS, the mores are literally the flanderses

tfw you stumble upon your boyfriend’s sex dungeon

i personally would like to see andrew buchan go full zealot

stephanie outshines literally everyone in this show

wolsey is trying to link yorkists with protestants, that’s definitely how it worked

lina eavesdropping...love u queen

catherine just like “if i keep my hand on my stomach people will think i’m still pregnant”, what a genius

A GABLE HOOD IN THE BACKGROUND!!! (and some french hoods with actual veils, including on maggie!)

“to my dear friend lord stafford...get fucked, love henry xoxo”

it is WILD to me that stafford and also norfolk are so enamoured with catherine when she’s done fuck all for them (also...where is norfolk)

you hate to see him go, but you love to watch him leave

why are these beheadings so gruesome but also so stupid looking - much like the stillbirth catherine suffered after flodden, they leave nothing to the imagination and that’s...not a good thing

WHY would catherine be talking about a potential annulment when everyone thinks she’s still pregnant?

surely all of these scripts were first drafts, the basic plot holes that could be picked up on a reread

ch’s modus operandi is painful villainous smiles and nothing else

#the spanish princess #one more week folks............#tbd #there is SO much they have to cover in the next episode i can't wait to see them make an absolute hack of it

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Some Laurie (and friends):

I became aware then of just how rapidly my heart was beating in my chest. I moved to curl my hands around my lover’s arm, and he looked at me, his frosty expression immediately giving way to concern.

“Laurie…?”

His voice was soft, meant to be shared between the two of us only. I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m fine,” I said, though I didn’t relinquish my hold on him.

Falk patted both my hands with one of his, then breathed in, facing the others again.

“I suspect this will not be easy for any of us,” he said. “But perhaps we might set aside our differences—for now—for the sake of those we love?”

“Some of us are long past being coddled by an oblivious husband,” said Lia, ignoring the sputtering indignation of her own husband. “But for the sake of the lovely creature beside you—someone Casien has not stopped talking about since he’s returned from Solitude, I might add—I am more than willing to back such a proposal.”

“And I shall no doubt receive a scolding if I do not behave myself,” said Ulfric. “Therefore we are all agreed.”

“Since when do I scold you?” asked Casien, his nose scrunching up in a faint scowl.

“Is that a serious question?” asked Lia mildly, and her husband surprised me by laughing.

Tfw when your boyfriend and the guy who wanted to murder his daughter don’t seem to be getting along. So awkward.

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#wip whenever #wip #lauriebeard

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ltleflrt · 3 years

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Wild Speculation Time!

I’ve been following the gnostic stuff from some meta folks, and while I think their ideas are compelling and interesting, I’m only barely able to grasp the esoterica of it all. So they may look at my speculations and go Yup That’s It! Or I may be completely out in left field (and not unhappy to be wrong lol). But I have thoughts.

So Rowena is now Queen of Hell. She seems to be really enjoying herself down there, with the demons fawning over her, and the parties, and all that jazz. Basically eternal punishment is now kissing her toes lol

What does this mean for Heaven though? I’ve seen a lot of hypothesizing that Jack or Castiel will end up ruling there, but I just can’t see it for them.

Jack is a child who needs to be allowed to live a full life. He’s been trying to save the world since he was born, but just like Sam and Dean, he shouldn’t have to do that. He should be allowed to be normal.

Castiel flubbed his one attempt at ruling Heaven so badly that he’s been running from the responsibility ever since. Hannah talked him into it again, and it went better that time, but it was still a sense of duty that put him there. And when he found out Heaven was failing, he turned to Gabriel to see if he would take up the mantle, and obviously that can’t happen now.

I think it’s going to be Michael and Adam, together. Now that Michael has Adam with him, he’s different. Softer, calmer, and so dang fond of Adam. I think their partnership could mean a better Heaven. One where the angels are there to care for it and its inhabitants, but with Adam giving insight on what humans would actually want out of their afterlife experience. Unlock the doors, knock down some walls to create more shared spaces, etc. Why can only soulmates share a heaven? Why not families and friends too? Why can’t they pop in and visit each other whenever they want? Or even better, what if they’re allowed to make new memories together instead of reliving old ones? (I stopped going to church at 13, but the religion I grew up in presented Heaven as one big happy picnic where we could all just hang out and love each other while enjoying luxuries that no one had to work for, and I think that would be cool for the SPN universe.)

Having Midam ruling Heaven would be a nice parallel to Rowena in Hell. Friends/Family/Allies who would let Sam and Dean come and go as they pleased.

Side note, while I would not like to see it, I can imagine Castiel becoming ruler of the empty. Although what I’d really like is to have the sleeping angels sent to heaven, the sleeping demons sent to hell (and Rowena giving them the opportunity to earn their way into heaven), and the Empty being allowed to go back to sleep for eternity after it re-absorbs Chuckmara.

I have no idea what they’ll do with Purgatory. I’d like to see it dissolved completely, but we’ll see if they have time to address it again.

That leaves Death, and I’m side-eying everyone in TFW 2.0 for that job right now. Although I’d like it to be Dean. He’s got experience with it. As Death he could visit all the realms. I saw a still of him and Sam eating some kind of desert, and I remember how the first Death loved crappy junk food so much. He was sort of a cosmic mentor to Dean in some ways, and it would be neat to see Dean take up his mantle and flit around all of existence trying all the burgers and pies. But I can also see Castiel having to take that job now.

I dunno. We’ll see! TWO MORE EPISODES! I am excited!

#spn spoilers #spn spec #wild speculation time #spn s15 #spn s15 spec

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I’m coping with the SPN series finale by focusing on the positives as I see them. Here’s what I got so far.

I am grateful...

first and foremost, for fanworks, which have over the years absolutely shattered my dependence on canon for any kind of happiness or validation*, and therefore has made the series finale so much more bearable. *not to say canon hasn’t delivered happiness or validation to me but rather that fanworks deliver so much more of it on a more frequent basis that canon has become a pale imitation of how well-fed I’m kept by fans.

for Dad!Sam

for Shirtless Sam

to have gotten soul crushed and pieced back together by Jared and Jensen’s performances as Sam and Dean one last time. In the barn, “I love you so much, my baby brother” and the forehead boop. In heaven, how Sam looked like he was gonna cry just seeing Dean again after so long, how Dean hugged Sam like he was home

Dean and Sam got to live so comfortably in the bunker, hunting things and saving people with no sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. They got to have an adorable dog named Miracle

Jack returned everyone that Chuck had vanished back to Earth so they could carry on too

heaven was changed to be so much better and now much more interesting (because freedom and souls of various different levels of virtue interacting) than it was

Sam, Dean, Cas, Bobby, Jack, et al. ended up there together. Did I mention how super intriguing heaven is? (do I have fanfic ideas? y e s ). Also I’m so jazzed that Rowena still runs hell!

Sam’s wife or co-parent was blurry. Eileen was a pleasant ship I was totally cool shipping but I don’t mind the idea of a different love story. I’m actually even more attracted to the idea that Sam’s really too damaged to maintain a healthy romance but Dean jr. still came out of it, and Sam became a single father who threw everything he had into raising his little bubba

for this rationalization I came up with: if I could handle Sam was in a hell cage for eons with Lucifer getting tortured his soul flayed, I can handle a grief-stricken Sam living the rest of his life raising his baby until he gets his big brother back in heaven

Sam’s son had an anti-possession tattoo. Instead of blocking out the Supernatural completely for the rest of his life, Sam clearly acknowledged it and struck some compromise between staying aware of the Supernatural and still living his life as Dean would’ve wanted. Sam as a researcher/academic or a witch or both for a career is not out of the question (!!!)

I’m grateful for how it seems a reasonable presumption that Dean feels the same way about Cas as Cas does for him, and that we were left zero barriers between Cas and Dean to discover that by the end

Garth’s kids, Cas and Sam, playing with Sam’s son, Dean to be TFW: The Next Generation

fanfic is not hitting different now that the show’s over. I was scared of this but it’s not happening. It’s extremely easy to forget the series finale when reading canon divergences that take off after like season 2 for example

for how many plausible ideas there are in how to continue Supernatural off from the series finale. Supernatural has time traveled, dimension hopped, and jerked souls around from heaven, hell, purgatory and earth by means of so many devices that the end really has no end (oh, and they’re friends with Jack and the Queen of Hell, both of whom can probably do all those things and more)

Sammy wearing his pilot clothes in the finale, but especially the sneakers, blue pumas. for some reason it’s such a soft detail to me, my collegiate baby Sammy

That’s it for now. Ty for reading. The tag on my blog for posts like these is gonna be spn positivity. xoxoxo

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