Does Anyone Know How To Work The Spotify Ai I Cant Get Past This

does anyone know how to work the spotify ai i cant get past this

tw: transphobia, homophobia

as someone who is trans i've always felt very close to castiel's character. he's an angelic being who doesn't fit in with the other angels, but isn't necessarily normal in team free will either. i've always connected my experience with coming out as how chuck and the angels treated him. i was forced back into the closet. my parents did not agree with hormones, constantly misgender me and all that. but i still love them, just as castiel constantly tried to show his worth to the rest of his tribe. however, dean and sam and all of the other humans accepted cas. dean once said “sorry cas, i'd rather have you. broken or not,” and it really resonated with me. tomorrow marks one year since i came out to my friends (tho i was already out to my parents for a few months before) and they're the ones i can openly be myself with. they use my current name, they use my pronouns, and we act like nothings changed. but upon seeing castiel's character being thrown out the window as soon as he confesses his love to dean, a man he's loved for 12 fucking years. it hurts. it really does. a show i only started watching before season 15 started. i spent my entire summer break watching and falling in love with characters i could connect with. actors i know who accept my kind. people who consider me family. normally i wouldn't care because i know there's never representation for people like me. but a few minutes of castiel crying and telling this man he loves him, only to die and only get mentioned once. to never have dean fully understand what happened. still beautiful, still dean winchester. for what? nothing. it makes me sick. and i bottle it up because i know they don't want to hurt their cishet viewers feelings. it makes me feel like castiel when he first arrived. an outsider, simply following orders blindly without any idea of what is actually going on.

so thank you, cw, for reminding me fanfiction is the only way i can ever get representation. because it's not only supernatural that you've ruined for me. you've ruined the flash, the arrow, swamp thing, batwoman, constantine, and every other dc hero you've picked up.

decided to change my username on tumblr just to see if i actually like it. feeling it tho 😎

GUYS I NEED TO KNOW IF TWICE IS REALLY DEAD OR NOT

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

you are a former member of "the boys 🎣🐠🦅"

You are a superhero that has finally defeated your arch-nemesis. As you rummage through the lair of the fallen villain you find a codex of all their master plans. What you find horrifies you. Every act was rooted in a greater good. Your allies have been using you. You were so blind until today.