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Anyone Know Why The Polar Express Is Animated In The Same Way That Video Games Are Animated? Like What

Anyone know why the Polar Express is animated in the same way that video games are animated? Like what is that? Why is it so distinct?

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Tiger was caught today! The animal shelter is checking to see if he has an owner

(via Seitsuki)

At first, the new hunters who joined up for Sam’s little training network thing snickered at it. It wasn’t the sort of thing that you expected Dean Winchester, the Dean Winchester, to do.

But, living in the bunker meant you learned a lot about what the legends left out. Like the hotdog pajama pants, and the over-dramatic complaints over a lost board game, and the falling asleep sitting up once ten o’clock hits. There was a lot to Dean Winchester that was so much softer than the stories had allowed. Especially when it came to the angel, but really with any of his family.

So soon enough, the forehead kisses weren’t really out of place.

Late one afternoon, and there was a gaggle of newbies, Jack included, in the library, rapt on Sam lecturing about databases and metadata. Eileen and Cas were at another table, just to the side, translating some Enochian texts (Although, if one were well-versed in ASL, one could tell that their conversation was trending more toward gossiping).

Dean strode in and, without a care that he was interrupting, clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Grocery run. Anything specific you want?”

Sam only managed to appear disgruntled for a moment, before a smile took his face. “Nah, I put it all on the list.”

Dean nodded, patted his chest pocket to indicate that he had the list, and then stooped a little to drop a brush of a kiss to Sam’s forehead. He moved around the table, and then did the same to Jack. “Be good, kid,” he said and Jack beamed up at him, almost literally glowing at the affection.

Sam continued his lecture but more than a few eyes tracked as Dean moved to the far table. He repeated his question in ASL for Eileen, who answered back that if he wanted to get the fixings for pancakes, she would absolute eat pancakes the next morning. Dean made a big show of rolling his eyes, but then brought up his fist and bobbed it up and down. And then, tipping at the waist, he pressed kiss to Eileen’s forehead.

“Wanna come along, angel?” Dean asked, turning to Cas.

The angel in question had been smiling dreamily as Dean made his rounds. Now, though, he shook his head. “No, thank you. Eileen and I are…doing important work.” 

If Dean caught the smile that Eileen hid behind one hand, he didn’t mention it. Instead he just shrugged, and sang out, “Suit yourself.” Cupping one hand around Cas’s jaw and threading the other through his messy hair, Dean brought his lips to Cas’s forehead. This kiss, though, lingered. Both parties let their eyes flutter shut, and one of Cas’s hands rose to lay over Dean’s.

If one were looking closely, at that moment, one would be able to see the patchy blush that rose across Dean’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and that touched the tips of Cas’s ears.

“Back soon,” Dean murmured, before finally letting his hands slip away from Cas’s face.

It was only a spectacle those first few times, though. Soon enough, all the new recruits learned that this was a regular thing. More than regular – anytime Dean left the bunker, whether he would be gone for minutes or days, he laid a soft, certain kiss to the foreheads of his family (Claire included, when she was around).

It was a soft footnote to the myth of Dean Winchester, belonging more to the man, than the legend.

Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

Okay but can we talk about Bobby Singer for a minute?

It was made very clear in the beginning of his character development that he had once had a wonderful wife of which he loved dearly despite the fact that he killed her. Later it was kind of implied (maybe confirmed?) that he and Ellen had formed a relationship. When Dean meets up with Bobby again in the new and improved heaven, they are at the Roadhouse. Is this implying that Bobby’s heaven is with Ellen? Is this just a good meeting point for greeting Dean in the afterlife? Does he live nearby with his wife and just visit the old dive while killing time in the afterlife?

I guess what I’m really asking is what happened to his original wife? Because his whole backstory as a hunter revolves around her and I feel like that got forgotten and ignored like so many other things did during this finale


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