Castiel, Cas, is an angel - a warrior of god the size of the Chrysler building, forged by heaven and older than mankind itself - squeezed into the body of a man
And his most important mission was the salvation of one soul. Dean Winchester. A monster hunter. An abrasive, stubborn, broken and faithless man that died saving his brother.
He gripped him tight and saved him from perdition.
and for 11 fucking seasons, cas loved humanity, loved earth, loved dean winchester. Dean’s soul, his heart, his love and his care. What Cas saw, Dean couldn’t. Dean would deny being lovable with his dying breath. Irregardless, Cas loved ‘humanity’ so much that he was punished and cast out of heaven.
so, Cas fell and became human, a father and husband, killed his siblings, fought a war, became God, then an angel again, fell a second time, got possessed, Died, came back to life… and forgave, and forgave and forgave.
i admit i stopped watching the show after season 10. This👆? All in good fun, just fan theories and elaborate self-indulgent fantasies. just one big 15 year old inside joke.
so imagine my surprise:
nov 5th 2020.
what the fuck just happened?
i feel like i’ve been hit by a bus
did Castiel just say “I love you.” to Dean Winchester episde18x15 of Supernatural!? hello?!!?
Yes, castiel is insta killed and sent to mega-turbo-ultra hell, never to be seen or mentioned again.. but That Happened…
that’s real!!
Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.
Castiel, after 11 miserable seasons, years of queerbaiting, public disavowal from the producers, mockery from the actors, against all odds and at the threat of death, finally for a first and last time said. “I love you.”
I can’t even describe what that did to me.
I felt euphoric, gleeful, crushing grief, spitting hate, bone deep nostalgia, childish giddiness, pride, scepticism, shock, peace. lunacy. the full spectrum of human emotions, all at once.
like an electric film on an old tv screen. tangibly intangibile. a full body buzz.
there was something so so so fucking funny in the exact order of events on november 5th 2020. Putin’s rumoured resignation, the US election, Sherlock season 5?! and the cherry on top? The most homophobic gay confession of a decade’s long trash-fire internet breaking show.
Now, tumblr? Oh people know of Supernatural (the entity). but that night was different.
Spn sleeper accounts came out of the woodwork left and right for odious farewells, long time lurkers crawled into the limelight to feverishly gawk at the dead horse of the greatest queerbait canon and laugh, even some bystanders got sucked into the site-wide feeding frenzy of the spn fandom finally cannibalising its source material and it was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed. The energy was palpable, tumblr was Alive. Oh, it was glorious.
There will never be another November 5th 2020. It’s indescribable and I wish you could have been there.
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oh my god oh my god oh my god I just texted a guy in the sense of "I just texted a guy" this is not a thing I do, I feel as stupid about this as I did in high school holy shit help
And if you're like "what, phoebe, you don't date guys...?" IDK. I JUST DK.
And he hasn't texted me back so now I'm in a panic but it's been sixty seconds, like I messaged him and came straight here to panic about it, so like I need to chill tf out about it
How do I do this?? How do I do any of this??
But we met at a Halloween party and he made me feel so cute and sexy and confident and funny and I have only very rarely in my life felt *that* good about myself, and boy did he ever do it right. I felt on top of the world the whole time I was with him.
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