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NOT HIM TALKING ABOUT JACKLES MODELLING CAREER

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If you consume fanfic on ao3 and are 18+ and American I need you to lock in and call your senators saying you oppose a federal porn ban. This would effectively ban ao3 and being queer in public, among many other things, due to the intentionally vague language of the bill. I’m counting on queer tumblr and fandom tumblr to help me get the word out that you have to call your senators

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i truly don't understand the people who stand up for marginalized groups and advocate for social change and stuff but then turn around and get annoyed by everything, can't stand to be near other people, hate socializing with strangers, and have nothing but super cynical complaints about the world. like baby girl you gotta open your mind, eyes, and heart just a little bit wider, you're almost there but there's more to building community than just demanding support for others. you gotta be soft about it sometimes and learn to let people in, let your walls down. if you want to help people then you gotta let yourself become softer or one day when somebody's needs or desires confuse you, you'll turn hateful instead of helpful, and we have all seen the end of that path

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i loved it when castiel brought thunder… and i love the thought of him losing control of the massive amount of power he contains when he gets really worked up. anyway imagine if lebanon suddenly was plagued with thunderstorms. more than usual. for a short period of time at an alarming frequency, and then it suddenly stops and they have lovely weather and it turns out it’s because he’s fighting with dean and they aren’t having sex at the moment. it’s a when dean and cas are happy together the rest of lebanon suffers kinda thing.

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help i was just like “oh haha angel with a shotgun it’s literally cas that’s so funny” and then i looked up the lyrics for the first time in almost a decade and then hurt my own damn feelings bc it IS LITERALLY CAS

“If loves a fight, than I shall die

With my heart on a trigger”

“I don't care if heaven won't take me back

I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Don't you know you're everything I have?”

LIKE WHAT.

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I've finally set a date for my winter campout/retreat. In February I'm planning on taking off a full week from work and spending it in a 5' by 10' shack out in the woods. I'll have a wood stove for heat, but no electricity, cell reception, or running water (besides a well). It'll be a detox from the world for a little while, and give me a chance to spend some time reading and praying.

And because I'm a massive anachronist, I'm going to make myself some medieval winter clothing, roughly like this:

(sorry I couldn't find credit for the image, its not mine)

Temps in February vary quite a bit around here, so this will be a fun experiment!

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FAVORITE SPN CHARACTER: TOURNAMENT 3, ROUND 2, MATCH 8

Polls for this round can be found here.

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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If you are a British/UK citizen, there is currently a petition running (with only 125 signatures) that ends in June 2025. The petition calls for the government to make it so that you do not need a diagnosis of gender dysphoria to change your gender.

If you are a British/UK citizen, and would like to sign:

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/701159

If you're not a British/ UK citizen it'd be much appreciated if you could share this post !! :)

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Chapter 41 of The Covert Identity, now on AO3............

Three Left...........

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help me manifest blue pennsylvania

like to charge reblog to cast

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Luigi Serafini, Codex Seraphinianus

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give me the aux cable

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The unforgiving waves pushed him further under, arms and legs flailing wildly. In his panic, he made the mistake of trying to breathe. To scream. All it got him was a mouthful of water and a burning in his lungs.

DeanCas Horrorfest presents:

A Word in the Mists

Author: Hiding Amaranth Artist: lamiasage Rating: M Word Count: ~23,000 Tags&Warnings: pre-relationship Dean/Castiel, Dean & Jo, Canon-Adjacent AU, Case Fic, Monster Hunt, Mystery, Ship at Sea Setting, Isolated from the Outside World, Sarcasm, Angst, Canon-Level Depictions of Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths (not TFW), Brief Hints of Suicidal Thoughts, Fear of Drowning, I can't use more tags because I don't want to spoil the surprise

Summary: Mist as far as the eye can see. A gloomy ocean that seems to swallow up the sunlight like broken dreams. An old, rusty ship that creaks with every inch of movement. And a crew that could compete in an award for grumpiest people alive.

Dean really hates pretty much everything about this case, and would love nothing more than to call it quits and turn this ship around—if there wasn't the little issue of the disappearance of thousands of people across ten different ships on the open sea.

Saving lives is what he does… though he has to question if he isn't doing more harm than good when the disappearances begin on his own ship—and he still hasn't even figured out what kind of monster they're dealing with.

Preview: Nothingness devoured the horizon. Dean glanced back over his shoulder, but the wafts of mist were too thick to see anything beyond the ship's railing. A chill crept over his skin at the realization that he couldn't even make out the other end of the ship itself. The chain of friendly, orange lights hung across the deck didn't stand a chance, its brightness swallowed up effortlessly by the blanket of fog. It was a mirror to the way this blasted mission seemed to soak all happiness out of him.

Maybe coming up here had been a mistake. He'd hoped the fresh air would help him clear his head—that it could ease some of the tension that had stubbornly settled in his shoulders ever since he'd set foot on the Fate's Whisper. Instead, all he'd achieved by stepping out on the deck was that the tight knot of worry somewhere deep in his chest solidified.

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest!

The Apocalypse is nigh, and the Prophecy is false.

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OKAY TUMBLR. IT'S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “GIF.”

NOT JIF,

GIF.

And here is the link for the opposite.

WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.

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look at him