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I am by no means an expert but it seems to me “your body does not belong to you” is a major theme of right wing authoritarianism and, interestingly, modern USAmerican thinking. This underpins so much from abortion to forcing kids to hug their relatives. Your body belongs to the state, or God, or your husband, or your boss, or your doctor. Everything from trans and gay liberation to forcing autistic people to look in your eyes to making cashiers stand for no reason. Your body does not belong to you, but taking care of your body is your responsibility and your responsibility alone, and if you fail in some way, you deserve the consequences.

It's in the eye of the beholder

On the 18th day of the 9th month of the 2,008th year they put a gay angel in a trench coat. and he would change the World

16 is the magic number! Time for season 16!

are you telling me americans have stores that open up SPECIFICALLY for halloween and just. dont exist any other time of the year. you people are insane

Wizard: Oh, I like your Goblin detecting sword! That's funny.

Goblin who thought they just had a cool glowing sword: ... My what now?

Guy mugging me pulls a gun out and holds it to my face thinking I'll give him my wallet but I start sucking on the barrel and moaning instead

i never know what to say when someone is embarrassed about their age

Theo Jansen’s New Strandbeest Roams the Beach Like an Undulating Caterpillar

the fact that any athlete can be subjected to "gender testing" on a whim because osmeone thinks she is too strong, too fast, just simply Too Good to be a woman is so fucking antifeminist, how can these people not see it?

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

Shanah tovah! please look at my rosh hashanah apple tart it took. so long

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The guy looks like a moron. He has glasses and curly hair and a horrible sweater with elbow patches. Dean isn’t one to judge what other people wear… except sure, yeah, he is. When they look this stupid, he’ll judge the hell out of them. The guy (Robbie) keeps reaching out to touch Castiel’s elbow to get him to follow him further down the aisle in the dimly lit bookstore, and Dean crosses his arms, watching the two of them interact, annoyance crawling its way under his skin. 

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Day 6: Cemetery boys

Just a bad dream

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“Dean? You’ve been in the kitchen all day,” Cas said, slumping back against the other side of the kitchen wall. “Can I please come in now?”

“Not yet. Almost… done…” Dean muttered, voice drifting away as he moved further into the kitchen.

“But I miss you.” Cas could feel himself pouting, even though he knew Dean couldn’t see him. It wasn’t like Dean was far away. He’d been one room away all day; telling Cas to keep himself occupied while he worked on something special in the kitchen. But Cas missed his husband; missed the little touches and soft kisses and the way Dean smiled.

Stepping out into the hallway, Dean caught sight of Cas with his back against the wall and a pout on his lips. “C’mere, handsome,” Dean said, pulling Cas closer by the tie until they were finally chasing each other in a lingering kiss.

Cas let out a sigh of pleasure, draping his arms around Dean’s shoulders and pressing even more firmly into the kiss. “Been waiting for you to do that all day,” Cas murmured when they broke apart.

Dean beamed, leaning forward to steal another one, two, three kisses that had Cas feeling dizzy.

“It’s ready now, if you want to see?” Dean asked.

Nodding, Cas closed his eyes for a second to inhale the rich blissful smells that were floating out of the kitchen. It was absolutely perfect. “Yes please.”

Sliding his palm into Cas’, Dean guided them both into the kitchen.

The lights were dimmed, soft candles lighting up their kitchen table in a warm glow. An entire meal was spread out across a red tablecloth. Freshly baked bread, a pot roast in large bowls, and glasses of wine were perfectly placed on the table, along with a stunning strawberry shortcake.

“You- you cooked a romantic dinner?” Cas asked, flickering his gaze from the homemade food up to his husband’s eyes.

“What did you think I was doing in here all day, dumbass?” Dean teased lightly, tone filled with affection. “I remembered how much you loved that pot roast I made last year. And how you and Jack talked for weeks about that strawberry shortcake you found in that cafe last October. So, I thought I’d try my hand at making you a romantic meal.”

Cas felt the distinct sting of tears burning across his eyes, and he fumbled to pull Dean closer into a desperate kiss. “You remembered those things?”

When Dean kissed him again, it was deep and slow and so tender Cas thought he was going to drown in the fondness. “I remember everything when it comes to you.” Gently, Dean tugged Cas down until they were sitting next to each other at the table with their thighs pressed together.

If Cas thought he was in love before, it paled in comparison to how he felt now. Romantic home-cooked dinner by candlelight. His husband remembering small details that made Cas happy. This was love, and Cas couldn’t get enough.

will you marry me?

happy valentine’s day! this fic is my gift for the @spnvalentines gift exchange for my absolutely beautiful co-host @acklesology! ilysm jess, thank you for making this event so special!

also posted on ao3. word count: 3,664 (continued under the read more)

It had started out as something innocuous; a slip of the tongue that had Dean’s heart leaping in his chest. They’d just watched a rom-com movie together, Cas’ legs brushing against Dean’s thighs and Dean’s head resting on Cas’ shoulder.

This was still new for them. The whole ‘being together’ thing. Dean had only tentatively asked Cas for a movie night together a few weeks ago. Cas had said yes, easy and smooth as always. But it was more than that, and Dean wasn’t quite sure how to put it into words; how to express that he didn’t just want to watch a movie with Cas sitting on the other end of the couch. He wanted Cas pressed against his side, sharing popcorn and salty kisses as the movie played without either of them really paying attention because they were a little too distracted with each other.

‘Just do it, Winchester. Do it!’

“No. That’s not what I mean,” Dean had said, flickering his eyes down to Cas’ lips for far too long for it to mean anything else. “Movie night. You know? Like a-”

“Date?” Cas asked, sucking in a breath of surprise as his own gaze darted down to Dean’s lips.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out, hope twisting with buckling fear in his chest.

Cas’ eyes squeezed shut for a second, and Dean felt the panic constrict around his lungs. Wrong move. Wrong move. Abort. Right now. Taking a step back, Dean prepared himself to bolt. But Cas was quicker. Softer. Loosening the tightness of Dean’s lungs with something liquid hot and smooth.

“Yes, please.”

Dean just about melted into the floor at the softness of Cas’ tone. “Yeah?” he asked, voice thick with unspoken desires.

“Yeah,” Cas whispered back.

Movie date night was now every other night as they explored this new territory. And it was good. Really good. The simplest allowances made Dean breathless and dizzy. Brushing his hand against Cas’. Cas tucking himself against Dean’ side. Little stolen kisses between scenes.

Each time more adventurous. More kisses, more touches, a comfortable bond that was now widening to adjust from what they were before to what they becoming now; together.

But tonight, it was a cliché rom-com movie; sappy and romantic. And maybe Cas’ fingers had been dancing along the inside of Dean’s wrist for the whole latter half of the movie, making Dean feel lightheaded with affection. He’d just meant to ask Cas a simple question. Just wanted to ask Cas for the remote that was on the other side of the couch, because Cas’ fingers were still being rather distracting against Dean’s skin.

But Dean only managed to get out the first couple words before Cas completely changed everything.

“Will you-”

“Marry you? Yes, of course,” Cas replied.

Dean stuttered to a stop, heart catapulting against his ribs. Oh God. Cas wanted to marry him? Oh. Oh.

“That… wasn’t what I was going to ask,” Dean said, breath seizing in his lungs.

But Cas was smiling at him, teasing and carefree, and Dean’s slow brain kicked back into gear as Cas’ eyes darted to the credits rolling across the screen.

Oh.

The movie. Cas was quoting the movie.

Letting out a startled chuckle, Dean nudged his shoulder against Cas’. “Ha ha, very funny,” Dean said, even though his heart was still racing; beating so loudly Dean swore Cas would be able to feel the rapid pulse in his wrist.

But now the thought was in his head. Words straight off of Cas’ lips. A bubble of an idea that was sparking in his veins. Would he marry Cas? Would he get down on one knee on the beach at sunset and propose to Cas as the waves crashed on the shore and the sky was painted in romantic pink and orange hues?

Yeah. God yeah.

He’d spend forever with Cas. Cas was it for him. There wasn’t anyone else. It was Cas. It was always Cas. He’d known that for a while now. Long before they’d started this new thing between them.

Cas was still smiling at him, bright and earnest, and Dean wanted to kiss that smile. So he did. “Idiot,” Dean mumbled affectionately, feeling Cas’ grin melt into his own.

But Dean had no idea. No idea that this was going to be the start of something that made him blissfully happy and yet yearning more than ever.

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jack starts a tiktok for dean's baking and dean has no idea the internet loves him

[ NETFLIXNATURAL ] chuck is gone, but the carver edlund series lives forever….welcome to the SPNCU (supernatural cinematic universe).       

    ⋙ for @hellodean​‘s and @dadstiel​‘s #spnficwriterscelebration, congrats guys! ❤️

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Another version of 15x18 part 1/2

Months have passed since Cas came back from the Empty and saved Dean. Since one close call too many brought forward questions of the future for the Winchesters and their found family. Someone whispered, retirement, and the thought took hold.

Sam and Eileen settled enough to talk of marriage and family. They picked out a farmhouse at the edge of a small town. Sam showed Dean pictures of a matching one, across the street.

“For you and Cas,” Sam said.

“Yeah, sure.” Dean laughed, as Sam frowned and Cas turned his gaze down to the floor.

Sam moved out first. Dean bought the house across the street, but wasn’t in as big a hurry to leave the bunker. It had been their home for longer than anywhere; it was a good enough place.

Cas stayed too. Dean saw him at breakfast and dinner, and sometimes at lunch, if Cas came to the garage where Dean tuned and retuned the car. Keeping busy was important. Too many thoughts were the enemy.

Cas would sit beside him at the table, or on the couch, or on the cool concrete floor, back pressed up against the side of the Impala. They talked some, at first, about the weather, about Sam and Eileen, about breakfast and lunch and dinner. Soon Dean stopped trying. Cas tried a little longer.

Then there was silence and missed meals and excuses. Shuffling footsteps down a dimly lit hallway. A shadow under a bedroom door, but never any knock.

Until tonight.

“You haven’t even packed.”

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