The Fact That Misha Feels Terrible About Us Being Sad Makes Me Sick. It's Digusting That The Cw Isn't

the fact that misha feels terrible about us being sad makes me sick. it's digusting that the cw isn't owning up to their mistakes, making an actor say something about the spanish dub, and then feeling terrible about how he couldn't help the fans get the recognition we deserve. censorship is fucked i've had my last fucking straw pulled. misha is one of my favorite actors, and often is my inspiration for wanting to follow into the acting business. but when i see shit like this happening? someone needs to fucking own up and say some shit. an actor who poured everything into the confession, giving the queer fans something we really needed, should not feel sorry for what has happened.

wait we're actually shipping boba x din and luke x din..? i thought it was a joke. i'm actually starting to like it stop 😭😭

hello i'm just here to say i love din djarin thank you send tweet

Title: He.

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Dean Winchester

Word Count: 387

Requested by: @elemental-alien

Song Request: She by Dodie, but make it MLM

Author Notes: YALL ACTUALLY THOUGHT I COULD WRITE????? this is actually the first fanfiction piece i've ever shared with the internet. first piece i've actually finished! so please don't fucking come after me because i will threaten you with u h tears. yeah. these will all be short fics so that i can get the hang of it. i focused on the smell part of the song in the beginning sksks and then like- yeah wholesome ending.

The day started just like any other. Castiel found himself bundled in mixed blankets. The natural smell of his partner filled his nostrils. Calming in every way possible. A smile managed to find itself on his face, despite being so completely tired. Sleeping was something the former angel couldn't get used to. He had night terrors of what could happen while he's unconscious. While he can't protect Dean– oh, so defenseless. –and yet the calming smell of the other could get him to sleep a full night.

He gathered himself together just enough to fix the bed. Dean was never too good with that. And so the job became his as soon as they decided to share a room. Of course, minor changes had been made to better comfort the both of them. That ended up being the idea of multiple blankets and a certain plushed animal Castiel couldn't ignore. Oh, how he enjoyed online shopping. The comforter is laid neatly at each corner of the bed, then the soft and thin blankets they shared. The two pillows sit nicely at each end. in the middle of the pillows is one, small plush of a bee. It wasn't very accurate, despite wanting an accurate one, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He called it “adorable without question.”

The last thing to fix was bowls that sat at the end of the bed. He couldn't forget Miracle. The dog should be with Dean as of now, so he had time to arrange everything how it should look. He looked at the basket which held their dirty clothes. Not very many, they wouldn't need to do laundry for a few days. He had gotten good with determining how to figure out when laundry is needed.

He was secretly proud of it.

Castiel met everyone in the kitchen. Jack eating cereal, Dean popping toasting into the toaster, and Sam cooking eggs and bacon. Miracle sat by Jack, loving the attention he could get. The dog barked at the sight of Cas, earning a laugh out of him. He moved to sit next to Miracle, petting down the shaggy fur.

This was the life he chose to have, no destiny written it. He wrote it. He and the entire family. Content with whatever thoughts his mind came up with, they ate.

fin

sometimes i forget i can use social media to let out what's on my mind because i think these are things people want to hear then i remember that no one will see it so i just continue to bottle it up inside anyways here's this photo of my minecraft dogs i took a few weeks back

sometimes i feel like my talent is wasted because i have no followers then i remember i got scared when i got 52 notes