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Play Choice PM Ch. 16 Spoilers

Okay, whatever happens, whenever the story ends, and what ever is going on with Damien...all I want is to become a kickbutt, married detective duo.

Robot or replaced (after saving original him) or something in between-doesn't matter. I didn't dump Hayden because he was a robot, but because I never really liked his personality (for me).

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I'm not superstitious but my mom is having what we believe to be a tumor removed next week and I want to send good vibes.

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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Cheiyiel

Find your REAL Angel name

• First two letters of your last name • First vowel of your first name • Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name • Last consonant of your last name • Add IEL or EL to the end!

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It's the German influence from the Pennsylvania Dutch. And while I don't like all of it, the food is usually super good.

In my family it's traditional to eat sauerkraut and pork for New Years for good luck.

Also if you can find some try slippery pot pie! It's like a normal pot pie but with noodles instead of crust.

PA has the most things dropped/ raised on NYE. It's weird cause every city wants to be special. There's things like beaver, flowers, candy, anchors, coal and pretzels to name a few examples. Anyway I hope you are enjoying our potholes and weird cuisine!

Lol but why????

There are indeed a lot of potholes. An alarming number, actually. There are times I have to brace myself to go over them… That being said, they do tend to get filled in quickly.

My dude, why does everything in Pittsburgh have cabbage in it? I thought I liked cabbage, then I came here and realized I have a small like for it, not the full hearted love for it that would allow me to put it into a quaesadilla (and put more of it than the chicken and peppers inside…). I also did not know what a perogi was, and now I go to a grocery store that has a whole section dedicated to them. Wild.

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Michael makes the most sense, but I want it to be Cas.

Supernatural: Jensen Ackles is finally going to play a character other than Dean

For the most part, Supernatural stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles have had similar experiences on the show. For 13 seasons now, they’ve each played a Winchester brother, and together, Sam and Dean have battled every kind of angel and demon imaginable. They’ve both died. They’ve both come back from the dead. They’ve both lost parents. They’ve both gotten a second chance at having a mom. You get the idea.

But there’s one major difference between Ackles and Padalecki’s experiences playing their characters …

As Ackles tells EW, “Over the years I’ve only ever had to just play Dean, whereas Jared has had to be Lucifer and Gadreel and all these different actual characters other than Sam. Dean never had to do that. He’s only been Dean. The biggest stretch was Demon Dean but it was still Dean, it was just the demon version of himself, which I always love because it makes my job easier — I can just play the character I know,” Ackles says, before adding, “That is all going to change soon. Something big’s coming.”

If you think that sounds ominous, well, welcome to Supernatural.

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ZOOM!!

No one my age ever remembers this show. I watched it all the time

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Dean and Cas had to have talked about the men in the loincloths! Right?

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“So, we just killed two guys in loincloths for nothing,” Dean states, pursing his lips and gripping baby’s wheel tightly.

“Just what is your obsession with the loincloth, Dean?” Cas asks, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing,” Dean pauses before insisting seriously. “Nothing. Just, y'know.”

“No, Dean,” Cas tells him flatly. “I do not know.”

Dean grunts and throws up a hand, not in a particularly good mood at that moment. Not only did they just kill two men without hearts but now they are no closer to getting to Jack or Mary. Dean frowns when Cas sighs and he rolls his head to look over at him.

“It is a shame,” Cas allows carefully. “They seemed to be good men outside of their desire to kill us, of course.”

“Of course,” Dean agrees, his lips twitching in amusement. “What we’re they saying anyway? Talking shit about us?”

“Well, not exactly.”

That’s all Cas says and goes silent, leaving it there. Which, that would be cool usually, except Cas is doing that tight lipped, narrow eyed thing that tells Dean he’s upset about something. So, Dean presses on.

“So, what’d they say?”

Cas frowns and glances at him, rolling his eyes up to the roof of the car. Dean immediately fought a grin as he recognized embarrassment clouding Cas’ face.

“They called us pretty,” Cas mutters in one quick breath. “They kept referencing our beauty, apologizing for having to kill me because I was so beautiful, referring to your death as a beautiful one.”

There’s a beat of silence and then, Dean laughs. It’s loud and boisterous, full of disbelief, echoing proud into the space between baby’s four doors. Cas stares at Dean, one eyebrow cocked, until Dean forces all his laughter down and clears his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says, forcing the words out with more gruff than he felt. “That’s not- Yeah, that’s not really funny.”

“You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester,” Cas informs him seriously but there is a tiny smile flickering over his face.

“They’re not wrong, though,” Dean teases, not really thinking about what he’s saying, just happy to be messing with Cas. “You are pretty, man. Everyone thinks so, y'know.”

“What?” Cas blurts, his head snapping over to stare at Dean with rapt attention.

“I can just imagine it,” Dean laughs, reaching out to shove Cas’ shoulder. “Those big ass men in loincloths calling you pretty. Hah! That’s freaking golden, man!”

“Us,” Cas grumbles. “They called us pretty, Dean. As in, you as well.”

“Well,” Dean says, giving Cas a fake simpering look. “I am pretty, aren’t I, Cas?”

Cas rolls his eyes, fixes Dean with a sarcastic smirk and says softly, “Not as pretty as I, of course, but you are rather beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees, snorting. “Never as pretty as you, man. But, thanks.”

“I imagine if those men weren’t so fixated on killing us, they would have argued over who was prettier,” Cas admits, waving a hand fluidly. “They were rather argumentative.”

“Well, it’s you obviously,” Dean points out simply, like it’s a no-brainer.

“And, why does it have to be me?” Cas argues, fully prepared to let Dean in on the little secret that, shocker, he was pretty himself.

“I mean,” Dean murmurs, suddenly all flustered and wearing red cheeks. “You got the eyes and the hair, man. Like, with the blue and the messy. And, like, y'know, the lips. I mean, not that I- Just, you have a nice smile. Plus, like, you’re, I dunno, you’re cute.”

Dean cuts himself off, clears his throat, and firmly looks out the windshield. Cas stares at him in silence, watching the blush in his cheeks darken with each passing moment. Of all the things, it takes men in loincloths for Dean to admit to his attraction to Cas. Not that Cas didn’t know that already, as obvious as he was with his longing. Wanting someone’s kiss and embrace was different than just wanting them, but longing was longing no matter how it was done.

Still, this was progress.

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says quietly. “I’ll have to disagree. You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever succeed to be.”

“Why’s that?” Dean barks, clinging to something new to ignore his earlier mishap.

Cas did not help the situation that Dean had landed himself into.

“You have the advantage of being beautiful inside and out,” Cas tells him honestly.

Dean goes quiet and clears his throat, his fingers twisting on the steering wheel. And, Cas understands. He truly does, fully understanding just how hard things were for Dean. He was trying, especially after Cas’ death, but his progress was slow. Quicker than it was before, but still unbearably slow. Cas waits, as he always does.

“Aw, a man after my own heart,” Dean jokes, and it’s weak, so weak, but he tries.

“Yes,” Cas agrees simply, his words quiet and sure, getting his point across easily so that Dean can’t miss it.

Dean definitely doesn’t miss it.

“Hey, will you grab my phone and call Sam?” Dean blurts out abruptly, his voice a croak and his words shaky.

Cas smiles and grabs Dean’s phone. Dean clears his throat again and as the phone rings, Cas just smiles because progress was definitely made. All thanks to loincloths.

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when your friend gets attached to a character you know doesnt make it

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Read a Rare Alexander Hamilton Love Letter to Elizabeth Schuyler (Time):

In a world in which some people are willing to shell out up to $1,300 for tickets to see Hamilton on Broadway, it is perhaps unsurprising that interest in the real Alexander Hamilton is also high.

Or at least that’s the hope of Seth Kaller, a historical document dealer who is currently offering a collection of original letters, documents and imprints penned by Alexander Hamilton, which Kaller says is valued at $2.7 million. The collection is now online and [was] on display Thursday through Sunday at the New York Antiquarian Book Fair.

One document that may particularly interest fans of the Tony Award-winning show is Hamilton’s Aug. 8, 1780, letter to his future wife Eliza — one of the few love letters between the two that survive from this period.

Sparks flew between Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler during the most heated period in U.S. history. As the daughter of Revolutionary War General Philip Schuyler and heir to two of the wealthiest, and most influential families in New York state politics, she was considered one of the most eligible singles. Hamilton, the ultimate social climber, had an in-depth conversation with her in early 1780, in Morristown, N.J. where the army was camped out. (Some say he was so smitten with her that he forgot the password to get back into the encampment.) A month later, they wed.

In the note, he says he can’t focus on work: “You are certainly a little sorceress and have bewitched me.” Yet as this sexual tension rose, so did political tensions, as the Culper Spy Ring tipped off General George Washington to a planned attack coming from British General Clinton. At the time, Hamilton was writing an attack plan to recapture Manhattan and Brooklyn from the British, so maybe that was the work he couldn’t concentrate on while he was daydreaming about his beloved.

Read the full text of the letter here:

Immediately after dinner, I stole from a crowd of company to a solitary walk to be at leisure to think of you, and I have just returned to tell you by an express this moment going off that I have been doing so. You are certainly a little sorceress and have bewitched me, for you have made me disrelish every thing that used to please me, and have rendered me as restless and unsatisfied with all about me, as if I was the inhabitant of another world, and had nothing in common with this. I must in spite of myself become an inconstant to detach myself from you, for as it now stands I love you more than I ought—more than is consistent with my peace. A new mistress is supposed to be the best cure for an excessive attachment to an old— if I was convinced of the success of the scheme, I would be tempted to try it— for though it is the pride of my heart to love you it is the torment of it to love you so much, separated as we now are. But I am afraid, I should only go in quest of disquiet, that would make me return to you with redoubled tenderness. You gain by every comparison I make and the more I contrast you with others the more amiable you appear. But why do you not write to me oftener? It is again an age since I have heard from you. I write you at least three letters for your one, though I am immersed in public business and you have nothing to do but to think of me. When I come to Albany, I shall find means to take satisfaction for your neglect. You recollect the mode I threatened to punish you in for all your delinquen[c]ies.

I wrote you a long letter by your father. I suppose you will wait his return before you write. If you do I shall chide you severely and if you do not write me a very long and fond one by him, I shall not forgive you at all. I have written you a short letter since that. We are now at Dobbes ferry.

I would go on but the General summons me to ride. Adieu My Dear lovely amiable girl. Heaven preserve you and shower its choicest blessings upon you. Love me I conjure you.

A Hamilton [Partial Address:] Schuyler / Albany

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#it’s either this or you’re the shortbus…shortbus #there is no in between

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Okay, but if they get frappes, Cas is the one who suggests it. Dean grumbles bc "girly coffee drink" blah blah blah.

But when they get to the coffee shop Dean orders a supercomplicated secret menu frappe for both of them that no one else has ever heard of and he has to direct them through how to make it.

I honestly think if Cas were human and he and Dean were in a relationship.  That Cas would be even more of a ‘can’t function without coffee’ than Dean.  And he’d want to stay in bed longer, because it’s comfy and he’s never even known that type of comfort before.  He considers marrying their mattress

So it just turns into a sleepy, barely moving.  ‘You get up’, ‘No you’, ‘Please’, ‘No’.  Until eventually they get a coffee maker in their room.  And the same goes for drinking and eating.  I think Dean would drink less (alcohol) if he were with Cas.  But I think Cas would enjoy food and getting tipsy much more than Dean.  Like Dean asks if Cas wants to go get burgers and Cas is half dressed before Dean finishes his sentence

Cas who won’t get out of the shower, Cas who cuddles the cushions

There will be no lazy, greedy, happy, grumpy Cas erasure on my watch

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twister & shout

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Dean saw this sigil for all of five seconds before they got zapped away to this alternate reality. Not only that, he only heard the list of ingredients while Balthazar was rooting around Bobby’s house. Dean’s memory. Gotta love it. 

{The French Mistake, 6.15}

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if you wanna be my lover you gotta be willing to sit down and watch 2005 pride and prejudice with me at least more than once a year

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insp.

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me, making a phone call: god i hope they don’t answer