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The last of us rlly said grumpy sunshine, hurt/comfort, 5000 words one shot, zombie apocalypse AU and absolutely murdered us all with it

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you either die the last great american queerbait or live long enough to see the gay angel actor come out as bi

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You like enemies to lovers?

I like lovers to enemies.

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“Oh, we were closer than brothers…”

“It was you who said we could reshape the world. It’s what we said we’d do.”

“Because I was in love with you.”

“The summer I fell in love with Grindelwald…”

“Gellert and I made plans to run away together.”

“Who will love you now, Dumbledore?”

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Andrey Tarkovsky: A Cinema Prayer (Andrey A. Tarkovsky, 2019)

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When I said I wanted to live in a fantasy world, I meant like superpowers and magic and other bullsh*t, not some horrible dystopian sh*t with plagues and ww3

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“Thanks, Rupes.” 2007 vs 2021

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“Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?”

— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, “Mother Tongue”

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your ship may be problematic but is it blocking the suez canal

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Happy Wedding & Valentine’s Day to Castiel and Dean Winchester (who’ve acted like a married couple for the last 12 years anyway) 💍💕

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“i choose a mortal life.” “you cannot give me this.” “it is mine to give to whom i will. like my heart.” ⋙ THE VOWS OF ARWEN AND ARAGORN

HAPPY VALENTINE’S WEDDING DAY, DEAN AND CASTIEL WINCHESTER ♥

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Listen listen listen all of these invitation and wedding planning posts are adorable but do we really think either of those two disasters can send a card??? No way. The proposal happens while they share their morning shower and it’s so off the cuff Dean gets soap in his eyes and Cas accidentally rips the shower curtain. The bachelor party? Shitty TV, good beer and great pizza. Tabletop games if they’re feeling exciting.

Cas texts the group chat and that’s that. The only people Dean calls are Bobby and Mary. Sam is a little offended by how fucking lowkey everything is after he had to put up with twelve years of bullshit, so Dean leaves a post it on his door that says: “Me + Cas are getting hitched. Be there.” And then, squeezes into a bottom corner: “Best man?” 

The actual wedding takes place in the backyard. Vows? Saved for when they’re alone, because why the fuck does anyone else need to know their business. Dean wants to tell Cas how much he loves him while he’s on his knees and buried between his thighs. Wedding party? Sam walks Dean down, Jack and Claire walks Cas. Rowena officiates, which is something everyone deeply regrets almost immediately. It’s the kind of wedding that involves a peanut gallery, which is… kind of awesome.

They just end up at the Roadhouse. Ellen and Ash might have planned for it, but you can bet our two clueless idiots were totally content with a backyard potluck. Is there a live band? Who knows. A cake? No idea. They arrived at some undetermined hour and there are good people and an open bar. Dean and Cas get hilariously sloshed and makeout in a dark corner of the bar like this isn’t their wedding reception. Charlie belts out Celine Dion and Jo has starting playing darts with her collection of daggers. 

At one point, Dean and Cas disappear, and if they miss the pie with the two shitty groom figurines stuck into the lattice, well, that’s just par for the course at this point. Benny checks the bathroom and Ash slams the front door of the Roadhouse closed, smirking at everyone in the bar as he loudly announces: “if the car’s a-rockin…”

Sex in the Impala is, predictably, a disaster for two middle-aged men. Neither can bend correctly, there isn’t enough space, but it’s fun and stupid and Dean and Cas have a great time. Do they fall asleep cuddled together under their clothing? Yep. Do they wake up to beer cans tied to Baby’s bumper and a spray-painted “Just Married” on her back window? Also yes. Does Dean have a fucking heart attack? You betcha. 

Most importantly, though, none of this happens in heaven, but on earth with everyone alive, because fuck that goddamn ending. 

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you’re my best friend.

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Okay, one more quick 91W piece, because the descriptions of Dean are so rich, and I’m clearly vERy WeAK.

I now blame @dirtcas more than ever. 

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There are 3 types of students in uniforms.

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happy birthday, dean winchester ↳ january 24, 1979

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So... Has nobody talked about the fact that the Minister for Magic who has to deal with all the COVID-19 related mess in the UK with Boris Johnson is no other than Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley, or did I have to realise it all by myself?