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[felixcosm]

networksupported

they've never met an exciting queer person in their life apparently 🙄 they do realise 'queerbaiting' and 'the main two characters who happen to be of the same gender do not explicitly kiss right directly on the lips' are not...synonymous, right?

They want to take away from a meaningful friendship so badly, if two male-aligned characters even dare to be fond of each other without immediately declaring their undying romantic and sexual love, then it’s queerbaiting and problematic. 

And at the same time they want to have good rep for ace/aro characters and male friendships. 

I love to joke and headcanon about Jarthur (romantic/sexual) as much as the next person, and it’s completely fine to read into the story how you want. 

But claiming Harlan is queerbaiting for not making them a romantic couple is just absurd. 

Calling Malevolent queerbaiting like you wanna ruin this fandom, you wanna start discourse and you want to be salty for no reason so badly. It's a bad look.

If you want to engage meaningfully in a fandom, starting discourse is not it.

[clickonmedotexe]

@networksupported

When he got his tattoo, Rex was in a similar position as now. Face down, unable to see the person above him with their hand on his neck, keeping him steady and exposed. One wrong move or one right move and he'd be dead before he knew what hit him.

His heart had been beating this fast as well, out of fear or discomfort, he didn't want to remember.

He had felt cornered but the tattoo wasn't fully his choice, having been talked (read: forced) into it by a rich man who thought he owned Rex, and so he counted each prick of the needle in his head to keep himself grounded.

One second and he could be dead. The end of his life.

He had jerked involuntarily a few times and someone's hand had moved onto his neck without asking for permission, keeping him pinned out of fear of what will happen if that hand tightened.

The room was cool, dark, uncomfortably small. He had hated every second of it, hated the healing process, of letting someone else undress him and check on his bandages again, even if Archimedes promised he'd be quick and that Rex could trust him, it didn't make the experience any easier.

And after that, Rex took off his shirt as little as possible, stopped sleeping on his back, would make sure anyone who tried to touch his neck without heeding his warnings would end up with broken fingers or a black eye.

And really, he had planned on keeping it this way for as long as he could, or until he managed to find a way to remove the tattoos to stop anyone from looking.

But Cas always had this way of catching him off guard.

Sometimes Rex thinks its a deliberate act of mischief, that Cas knows what he's doing and every time he pulls the rug out from underneath Rex's feet, he had planned it perfectly, knowing how to hit him in his blind spot.

Sometimes, perhaps more foolishly, Rex thinks its just in Cas' nature to be this unpredictable, that they were meant for each other because of the way they complimented and contrasted each other.

Rex had never believed in soulmates until he met Cas.

Whether or not they were soulmates is up in the air, but Rex decides it must be a great proof of love how he's letting Cas put his cold as fuck fingers on his skin, coaxing forth goosebumps where ever he touches. And as long as he focuses on the feigned annoyance of being married to a guy with icicles for hands, he can ignore his heart, beating hard, at being so vulnerable yet again.

Cas is saying something about patterns and it sounds like a question, so Rex forces himself to focus on him long enough to answer properly.

"It's the Big Dipper." He grunts, but judging from the cool touch tracing over his spine, Cas already figured it out. He thinks about that day stuck in the shitty tattoo parlor, someone's hand forcing his head down, needles stabbing into his skin, the smell of ink and blood and leather and the sickening panic of helplessness looming over him.

His shoulders are tense and Cas' hand retreats with a sheepish apology, and it's only once Rex's skin tingles with the absence of his touch does Rex realize he actually really wants him to continue.

He sits up. Cas is watching him in the way he does when he's trying to figure out if Rex is mad at him and Rex is avoiding his eyes in the way that he does when he doesn't want Cas to see him flustered and there's a tense silence that might stretch on for too long if neither of them make the first move.

Rex grabs Cas' hand.

His fingers are still cool as they touch Rex's chest and another shudder runs down his spine involuntarily.

"There's- Orion. My constellation." Rex starts, his words short and bashful. He's certain Cas can feel how hard his heart is beating, yet he guides his hand toward it anyway, those three dots which look like freckles at first glance but are disguised tattoos meant to blend into the skin. Orion's belt is over his heart and the rest of the constellation spreads out over his chest

"I got a constellation instead of a star, because-" And again his words fail him. He's never told Cas much about his past, about Aleksander Prescott and the Foundation and all those people who were once his family and now are either dead or scattered or still trapped in that wretched place.

But in this moment he feels stretched out and delicate in front of Cas and it wouldn't feel right to ruin it with a lie.

"We had bigger responsibilities. People under our charge. Partners and kids to look after and...shit like that. 'Cept Ursa Major. The Big Dipper. He owned us all. That's why I got...yeah."

Cas leans against him, his hand resting over Rex's, a silent I'm-here-for-you. Giving him space, just letting him exist the way he is, flaws and damage and all without judgment.

Once again Rex has to think of how Cas has become synonymous with home, a safe haven where he can rest easy, every once in a while, in his unsure, violent life.

They'll never be perfect, not with their many arguments and fights and misunderstandings, not when they both know how to hurt the other with words and actions but even then Rex knows he feels safe with Cas.

And it's been a long, long time since he's felt safe, anywhere.

He lets Cas touch the Big Dipper again, face turned away from the man who could just as well kill him if he wanted, and with Cas, he never really knew the next move. But he trusted him, even as he shivered with the unexpected touch of his cold fingertips, even as his heart skipped a beat and then beat faster and harder as Cas' hand reached the base of his neck, wrapping his fingers around it, not as a threat, but just to hold it, just to hold Rex's trust in his hands.

It could all be over in a second, everything Rex had taught himself his entire life was never to trust another person with his weak spots, never put himself in a situation where he had to rely on another's mercy. But it felt so easy to ignore it all now.

If he were to die now, his pulse fluttering underneath Cas' hand like a trapped, frantic bird, at least he saw it coming and accepted it.

He would be okay with it.

But death never comes.

Instead, Cas' voice fills the room, remarking upon this discovery, asking him about his other tattoos and how many did he actually have? It was less of a conversation than a monologue to ease their respective nerves and Rex welcomes it.

His breathing evens out. Under the aimless chatter of his husband and cool touches along his spine, he drifts off, trusting Cas to let him live another day.

[eatingasheswithlister]

@networksupported replied to your post “OH DAVEY BOY NOT BABY BOY”:

no no it can be baby boy if you believe

​To me its baby boy

[hebeca-radio]

"I'd like to deliver a message to my darling soon-to-be husband, Castiel (@networksupported). Babe...there's nowhere you can run to or hide from my love :) You'll always be mine. We don't need a wedding to be eternally bound together, death won't do us part."

A CONFESSION OF DEVOTION BY A STAR STRUCK LOVER, WHAT IS MORE HUMBLING THAN TO WITNESS TWO SOULS BARE THEMSELVES TO EACH OTHER IN A WORDLESS PLEA FOR UNDERSTANDING? MAY WE ALL FIND THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE WHO MAKES OUR ATOMS SING OF HOME.

@networksupported, YOU ARE TREASURED.

[whimsy-will]

(piping up quietly from the vat of ooze) sir ive um. congratulations on your transition. i um. went ahead and recoloured the ooze for you. i hope that's okay !!!!

"Ahh! Perfect! Yes, yes, perfect!!" Will claps his hands together, eyes gleaming. He reaches over and sticks his hand in the ooze, marveling at how pink it is now.

"You're hired!!"

[networksupported]

This is what shipping with Cas is like

REALLLLLLL

cas ships truly contain multitudes. no they don't they contain exactly two sides and this is them. and we love them for that!!

[networkunsupported]

WELL !

[not-another-parable]

clickonmedotexe

Rex walked closer to the corpse- no, to Cas. He thought he might have a few words left for him, a silent prayer or a confession shared privately between them. An apology for what happened, a heartfelt promise to get him back, a threat for him ditching out on their union AGAIN. Even in death, Cas held power over him and now he was forcing Rex to come to terms with that, how he didn't have to be alive to spite him. Slumped in the chair, rotting quietly and alone, he was still refusing to be Rex's. Rex leaned over, hands cupping Cas' cold cheeks and whispered, "You said you will, Cas. You said you'd marry me." No response. He half expected one. He picked up the corpse, cradling it gently to his chest as blood seeped into his clothes and smeared his skin, laying claim to Rex in a way Rex couldn't lay claim to Cas. He glanced up at Mary Belle. "We've got some work to do, darling. The wedding will have to wait for a while."

His words immediately caught her attention, pulling her free from her own thoughts. Thoughts you shouldn't be having to begin with, her mind snapped at her. Mary Belle nodded as she brushed away what she hoped would be the last utterance of her own internal voice. "Y-yes, Master."

She approached him, wanting so desperately to help but being so very uncertain of how to do so. Just wait for an order. Just... keep the box safe, look pretty, and stay out of his way. That's all she had to do.

clickonmedotexe

Rex barely focused on Mary, not purposefully ignoring her but also not letting her desperate silent pleas for approval get a reaction out of him. He would give her what she wanted when he felt like it, and right now he had bigger things to think about. At least she was doing as he said and taking care of the box. He stepped past her into the room. It was what he expected from Mary, messy, chaotic, suffering painted in the violent splatters of Cas' blood. His body gored, chest torn open to display the empty cavity. Mary Belle was an artist, that much was clear. She knew how to turn agony into art, it was a talent that Rex only partially influenced. Finally he turned his head and glanced at his wife, letting her see his pleasure at her work. "You've got a natural talent for this kinda thing, dontcha?"

Despite the few tears that still occasionally fell from her eyes, a small smile still appeared over Mary's face as Rex complimented her work. Her face reddened as she responded. "I learned from the best, darling." She chuckled.

Her eyes wandered from the body in the chair to the box in her arms. She could practically feel the heart inside thumping right through the box and against her own chest. She had to admit, despite his incessant chattiness, part of her already missed Cas. There was so much work to be done with him, and it was so adorable how he quaked and trembled at her very touch, but... what happened to him wasn't her decision. Rex would need to be the one to decide if she would see him in such a state again, she reminded herself.

[the-news-guy]

Pinned post!

Its about time I got back in the game. And WOW was the last pinned out of date woah mama.

PICTURE ABOVE MADE BY MY FRIEND @networksupported BTW

Austin J. Loshuits (lah-shoe-its)

four foot eleven inches tall (149.86 centimeters or whatever you brittish people use)

News caster / interviewer

Will interview ANYBODY. (Or anything)

Loves dark blue and the number four

Narcissistic presenting autism

Cis man, he/him, but honestly cant be bothered to care

Had a wife and kid once. No longer does

Will ask very invasive questions and will not stop till he gets an answer.

Doesnt understand most emotions

cant read body language or tone and will keep upsetting sombody until punched in the face

technically immortal, shhhh

Almost always grinning, with his eyebrows raised high

(Note, he has no irises / wears white contacts. As for the second photo he occasionally dies his tips blue, but his ears are NOT pierced idk why past me drew that.)

Gee what else do I need in a pinned post uhm

My main account is @animnightmare . I have no DNI but my age is not public so I try not to interact with accounts that have age limits (whether they apply to me or not)

Uhm DM with triggers if we RP and theres a specific thing you want me to avoid asking as Austin.

Multi-fandom OC but mostly RPs with TSP accounts, open to anything though

OH IMPORTANT

Themes this account may include

Drugs

Alcohol

Violence

derealization

^Not all of these are common and can be avoided, but make sure to tell me if they bother you so I can avoid them extra hard during our RP