#or maybe it was cockles all along

[cas-is-my-weakness]

So basically what jackles is saying is cockles is real but not destiel from dean's side I guess you win some you lose some

[chaoticwistfulness]

maybe the canon destiel was the non canon cockles we perceived all along

[cafeseoulmate]

{2:00 PM}

high school au; wc: 662

The beach is, for the most part, unsurprisingly empty at 2 PM on a Tuesday in September like you said it would. The sky is still very much clear of clouds and the scorching hot sunlight makes the blue waters sparkle to the point that if Sunwoo moves his head an inch to the left, the light could possibly blind him.

Next to him, you're picking up shells around where you're squatted on the hot sand, occasionally wincing and hissing at how hot some of the tulip band shells and cockle shells fell on your fingertips. Sunwoo managed to swipe a beach mat and hide it at the very bottom of his bag up until lunch, the red checkered fabric now protecting his socks from catching sand as he sits with his Walkman and earphones, but you haven't sat on it once since the two of you got off the bus after skipping school.

The reminder to ask you to sit down for a bit with him rests at the tip of Sunwoo's tongue but he holds himself back, a small smile resting on his features as he watches you fawn over your discoveries and collect them in your sling bag.

Normally, it would be him asking you to cut school and go somewhere, maybe at the convenience store across your high school or at the record shop two streets away. Today is one of the rare days where it's you who asked him to skip and go to the beach.

Frankly, Sunwoo wishes that it's you who'd initiate more often. It means that you want to spend time with him just as much as he wants to spend more time with you. It gives him a little more hope that you might actually like him back.

"Look!" You exclaim, unearthing a conch shell right under Sunwoo's mat. You wave the shell a few times in front of his face with a grin, eyes crinkling up in crescents right under the cap you borrowed from him, before pushing the shell's opening up to your ears. "I can hear the ocean here too!"

Sunwoo unconsciously matches your smile in amusement, nodding along. "I bet you can."

"Do you want to hear it?" You ask, extending the shell towards him again with a glint in your eyes that competes with the sunlight out in the sea behind you.

Sunwoo nods with a hum, beckoning you over with his hands as he scoots further into the beach mat and takes out his earphones. "Sit down with me for a bit, let's hear it."

You stand up from your crouched position, traveling the short distance to Sunwoo and plotting down next to him with a sigh. You then pass the conch shell over to Sunwoo who gladly humors you and places the shell in his ear, the artificial sound of waves entering his right ear.

"Pretty." He comments nonchalantly, eyes flitting over to you fondly as you place all of your shells on the mat. "You're pretty."

You feel your face heat up as you look up at him, expertly hiding your flustered state through the shadow of the cap on your head and a roll of your eyes. Of course you've noticed, the way he's been sounding more serious in what you've been used to as his mindless flirting. "Uh huh, sure." You feign sarcasm, your grin quickly giving you away.

Sunwoo scoffs half-heartedly at this, placing his hands behind him and leaning back as he basks in the warmth of the sun and your presence next to him. "I mean it."

"I know." You whisper back to him but your voice seemingly reverberates in his ears with the emptiness of the beach, nudging his side before going back on your shells. "You're pretty too."

Sunwoo almost topples over in the moment, feeling weightless as he clutches his chest while your back is turned to him.

Oh, you're going to be the death of him.

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/teamfreewill2pointo/727273366811262976

Will is STILL going on this. But they legit sound like they got a completely different ask from you because they are saying some things that are the opposite of what you've talked about. Especially after you did that point by point breakdown of his last ask like this.

First of all, saying its def fake because people know about The Flash actresses not getting along? That doesn't even make sense. Just because other people know about it, doesn't negate someone possibly working a con and seeing it with their own eyes. Something being somewhat known (I say somewhat because I literally watched The Flash and honestly am not even sure who they're talking about) doesn't mean that a person referencing that info is lying. IF it did, then Will would be lying about 90% of the stuff he posts as "itk" because a lot of it is stuff that anyone could assume based on info publicly available. So if other people knowing info makes everything else a person says a lie? Then Will is calling himself a liar too.

Also he keeps mentioning a J2 "fight" but you said that the anon never mentioned them fighting, so what does he keep bringing this up for? To try and make that anon seem less reliable?

The troll said that J2 are in a fight since last year, yet new cons were announced this year, so J2 are still signing up for cons together after this supposed fight. J2 are ott praising each other after the supposed fight. Their families see the other J as family after the supposed fight.

OFC they're still doing cons together? Why is this an example of anything? He literally spent the previous paragraphs saying how Flash actresses who hate each other are still doing cons together which literally negates this whole point about J2. And how would he know how their families view each other? Is he part of their families? No? Then he can NOT say this for certain.

I've said before that one of the reasons I knew Jensen wasn't angry with Jared after the finale was because he told an extremely affectionate story about Jared completely unprompted.

Ummm why tf would Jensen be mad at Jared after the finale??? For real? That's some heller/cockles/AA BS and it shows where Will gets his "info". I never heard about Jensen being mad at Jared after the finale EXCEPT from heller and AA trolls who claimed it was Jared's fault Dean died etc. That's the ONLY place I've heard it. Oh and now from Will.. so yea...

They used to send just to J2 fans, but since I've been ignoring them, they are expanding.

Oh and just had to throw this in - the audacity to think your blog, which gets basically zero engagement, is somehow so important that he thinks him ignoring that person somehow changed the whole way they operate is... well, I guess Jensen's fans egos are as big as his...

Huh... maybe they did get a different anon than me. If so, it's interesting Will keeps referencing what that anon wrote without actually producing the ask. It sounds almost as if he's trying to discredit any anon who points to anything that separates J2 (even if it is just business).

It's amazing the sensitive egos certain people have in this fandom to speak as the "one true authority" who must always be believed, even though so much of what they say is contradictory and can't be proven.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Nothing like a bonfire autumnal

It was a dark and slightly damp night at Crazy Claws' retreat for fellow Funtastics in Lake Delton ... and for some reason, Crazy Claws thought it might be worthwhile to set up an autumnal-type bonfire just for the sake of relaxation and maybe swapping the odd story or two over spiced apple cider. (And I mean the real sort of apple cider, not that God-awful Alpine Instant Spiced Cider. Thankfully, by way of some Wisconsin apple orchards.)

And while the night may have been chill, not to mention (as noted earlier) damp-feeling, what better night for an autumnal bonfire could there have been, come to think of it? Decently-seasoned logs and leaves adding their own aromatic distinction to proceedings which our entire party--even the likes of Touché Turtle and Pixie and Dixie couldn't resist the feeling inherent.

Crazy Claws had me and Huckleberry preparing the apple cider in the former's kitchen, making sure the whole was decently warm and richly spiced in its own distinct way ... and just be thankful Crazy Claws keeps a stock of insulated mugs to keep the whole warm in the circumstances, and as this little bonfire gathering demonstrated, such need not be for coffee exclusively. Tea, even....

And what an enthused sort of gathering there must have been, the sort somehow eschewing the ghost stories of the Scooby-Doo sort as would otherwise be endemic to the season in favour of more interesting stuff. Like "shooting the bull" in a rather lighthearted, animated sort of way you might say.

Like, for example, Pixie and Dixie just imagining the scenes of dazed and confused cats somehow attracted to the genetically-modified catnip they planted to give Jinksie a difficult time and maybe get him to stop chasing "them meeces" all that much. Somehow, catnip can't help but get to be an addicting distraction.

And even Dum-Dum, Touché's Boon Compadre, sharing anecdotes of summers with Bristlehound on a houseboat along the Mississippi River as much "chilling out" as seeking out Friday-night fish fry of the small-town tavern sort. The kind with overly generous, all-you-can-eat portions, and just hope the French fries aren't too greasy and indigestible enough to seek out some Tums afterwards. One place in Minnesota which Dum-Dum recalled took something of great pride in hand-cutting their French fries instead of using frozen such. "Somehow," Dum-Dum remarked, "they turned out especially crispy."

Still, though, with Huck and yours truly, much of our discussion was about fantasies of just wearing wetsuits in the early morning shallows of some lake and just meditating between ourselves, as if plans for the winter dive holiday with Peter Potamus' crew of divers were still simmering like a pot of Grace Cock Flavoured Soup Mix (and I assume you've seen the memes associated with the double-entendre that the name implies, notwithstanding a prominent illustration of a chicken on the front of the packet).

"To be candid with you all," Crazy Claws remarked, "curiosity took hold of this cat and he was able to purchase a few packets of this Grace Cock Flavoured Soup online a winter or two ago, attracted by that rather coy meme playing on the suggestive-sounding name. And mind you, the soup, though a little on the spicy side, turned out to be decent. Even when you had Lipton's and Wyler's instant chicken soups to compare against."

Which certainly warmed our cockles on a misty Wisconsin fall evening sitting by the fireside. Cattanooga Cats, eat your heart out.

*************

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[sohelpmejack]

I got a nice cockles related comment on a Destiel video. It was in another language but I understood it. So I replied, in a related language I do speak (though I hesitated, since it's YT).

Someone replied to that with angry faces in yet another language, and Google translate gave me jibberish.

All it was was the oc said Destiel is bc of Misha and Jensen irl, and I said I dont speak their language but that I understood and I agree.

And person 3 comes along like "agshdjfjdj🤬🤬🤬"

🙄🙄🙄

Not sure if I should delete my comment reply. Idk. Not bc of the angry faces, but with cockles comments in a more public space, maybe I should just heart the oc and leave it at that.

Idk

[writer59january13]

Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular cuz yours truly spoiled with trappings

of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine

to dwell in a self sufficient domicile, where thrum of the central heater...

automatically activated

upon advent of twilight, or self adjusted/regulated

based on outside temperature

since writer of these words thankfully linkedin to PECO grid, (counts CAP and LIHEAP programs

for low income earners a dogsend),

subsequently scribe of Schwenksville not resident within "smart home",

nevertheless manually pressing button

invites emulation of Donald Trump zippered smile, when mechanisms set in motion

to spark convection currents warming cockles and muscles versus skin feeling cold and clammy.

One anonymous homo sapien appreciates basking, and luxuriating,

within climate controlled environment,

whether bone chilling deep freeze when/where old man winter furiously blows frigid air

into lovely bones of mine

sets indentured jaws chattering,

as on this dreary

and rainy April 30th, 2023,

or contrarily when sweltering

hazy, humid and hot

dawg days of summer

necessitates setting air conditioner

at refreshing sixty six degrees fahrenheit.

I could never survive

alone in the wilderness,

which dependence on creature comforts

inured me since birth,

but all the more power to people

(such as Dick Proenneke

pronounced pren-icky)

who lived off the grid,

and minimize their carbon footprint.

Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle

tantalizes, teases, titillates...

yours truly, a garden variety generic human

dependent I vow woolly admit

on consonant contrivances

and conveniences conditioned

courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo

decrying his dependence

upon flow of electrons,

whereby flip of switch (rather than fight) when systems of a down fully functional

instantaneously allows, enables,

and provides electricity

with absolute zero ability

to stave off blackout

attributed to sudden disruption

regarding power outage

linkedin with severe

kickstarted meteorological phenomena

or terroristic machinations

(possibly even homegrown unrest)

worst case scenario signaling the end

of the webbed wide world

reducing to rubble

(think being bombed

back into stone age)

annihilating comp fur table trappings

of twenty first century civilization

forcing survivors to learn basic skills

cooperation, integration, proletarian

and utilitarian virtues

altruistic, democratic, humanistic,

mechanistic, and socratic zest

begotten, distilled, and forged

nsync with opposable thumb.

Angst crimps existence

generating dystopian thoughts

despite countless factorial permutations,

differentiations and combinations,

this cyber surfer avails two alms

boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms

when tethered in utero umbilical connection,

etched bromide, which hankering calms

embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks

constantly subjected to exams

from the school of hard knocks,

which I bewail sets back and gloms

mine aim to revel in blissful contentment

but circumstances decreed otherwise

cursing this chap tubby haunted exhibited by sweaty soles of feet and palms

by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms

hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage where dreams comprise psychedelic qualms

yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys

that spans the world wide web, and exude

premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie

totally tubular trod a tedious trek

along the boulevard of broken dreams.

What happenstance oft finds thyself to flail

amidst difficulty to maximize

optimal opportunities

searching for Holy Grail

or whatever constitutes such lofty

personal objective, perchance being hale

and hearty of body, mind and spirit

spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate

while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial

vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud

of dust, though mindfulness helps

to pass go, and chance avoid jail

time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered and accepted

to this married caucasian nasty and shortish brute with one percent Neanderthal

toothless though I possess gumption pseudo quasi-vegetarian

enjoying poetry stone soup,

yet also subsisting

on supplementary vitamin and mineral packed glue tin free

NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male

thirty six years shy sans bing a centenarian,

which span of life best cut short acquiring tetanus courtesy rusty nine inch nail

hammered into faux coffin, cuz this impossible mission

(aery faced nincompoop) doth turn pale

at the prospect to fill up a space of land

best utilized by twittering

and tweeting birds - such as quail

mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw

one), where cremated ashes sail

across some verdant plain under

cerulean skies putting to rest every travail,

which thoughts of dem eyes spells

the main impetus explaining

this rambling spiel

warp and woof ova gauzy veil

imperceptibly looms closer upon

turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale

unwittingly capsized courtesy

Moby Dick sized whale,

and thus desperation

finds me pleading for salvation while swinging from vestigial yellowtail.

[wigglebox]

I'm a Misha cockles bait apologist. Sorry but misleading people into thinking you're dating your friend is really fun and I advocate for everyone to have a go at it once in their lifetime. Now, I'm not straight, BUT I have it on good authority that my straight friend who I pretended to be having a passionate gay affair with for over two years was having just as great of a time as I was and we are still friends to this day. So even if there's not a single bisexual bone in Misha's body I still 100% support him fucking around. It's the least he deserves for having to put up with the slightly weirdly performative “go up and entertain us” mentality of conventions. (This goes for Jensen as well obviously the discourse just isn't about him right now).

yeah i mean obviously there's a line i wouldn't want either of them to cross, but in my eyes they don't?

also i have a strange relationship with RPS and that's the fact i don't actually like participating in it and indeed despite seeing cockles stuff for years and years, and just kinda nodding along, i really couldn't help myself in 2019 after JIB. but it's still one of those 'this is the exception, not the rule' lol

but in that strange relationship i come to grips with the fact that the subjects of the real person ship can do whatever they want with the information once they learn it's happening.

and both of them kinda lean into it and are cute about it and sometimes a little *blush* and honestly if they're having a good time, then I'm having a good time. be it friends or something more cockles is still just fun lol and they're having a fun time with it and since they're the ones at the center of the ship, and they're not fictional characters and have a brain for themselves, i think it's only fair that they get to joke around about it as well. they've never told us 'fuck you fuck this ship this is disgusting what's wrong with you we're straight heterosexual men TM thank you very much' or anything they just are like 'haha yeah jensen's the horse' or 'why, i lived it'?' or whatever wlekfjawlkejfwa

like let them have some fun with it xD

and they've been having fun with it for years now and it's not like it's new. i don't think it's really misleading because there's still no actual proof cockles isn't anything more than just Good Bros TM just Guys Bein' Dudes TM or anything but i AM a support of them both doing whatever they want with the information that there's a chunk of fans who think they're together together if yo know what i mean.

so long as they're not being very offensive and throwing slurs around and making fun of it maliciously and making fun of their fans and putting us down and shit.

they lean into it, so i feel like we can too? like, we can too lol.

again i don't think it's bait, but i think it's fun for them maybe. like we know they know we know they know we know etc etc so on and so forth to infinity and beyond xD

if they're nothing more than Straight Friends TM then it's still funny like idk. i know some people will disagree with this entire thing and that's fine, but i also have a proclaimed straight male friend who always talks about his roommate like they're an old married couple and all that and make comments like that all the time. only difference is they don't do conventions or talk on twitter or Instagram xD

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

i'm ignoring the greater drama for a simple cockles ask: at the end of jensen's panel, when misha crashes, everyone has been saying jensen didn't know who was hugging him (that he thought it was j*red, etc) until he looked at misha, did a double take, and completely switched his body language to happy and relaxed. but when i watched the actual clip instead of just the gifs that have been circulating, the crowd yells when misha shows up on stage and jensen turns to see him before turning back to the audience which is when misha hugs him from behind, walks to the side and jensen makes a joke for the crowd like, "darn, hoped it was j*red" and then THAT'S when he looks at misha again and does the now infamous double-take-complete-change-in-body-language.

that made me curious though, what made jensen do a double take if he already knew it was misha? it seems like misha was trying to get jensen to look at him, like he was waiting for jensen to realize something, but it can't just be that he was waiting for jensen to realize it was him like was he wearing something he wanted jensen to notice??...idk idk i just wondered what was going on there and if you've had any thoughts on the subject (and i thought maybe itd be nice to cleanse the tl with a good old fashioned in depth cockles-antics analysis)

if you haven't been to/watched many j2 panels at cons, you may not know, but jensen basically has this entire onstage persona of The Grump that he plays up to entertain the crowd. (remember that that's what they're there to do, entertain a crowd, so they play things up for laughs.)

after dozens if not hundreds of cons, j2 have had a well-worked out routine where jared is the bubbly, talkative, affectionate one, and jensen plays a big grouch. here are a couple gifs that demonstrate the dynamic:

i've seen them play this comedy routine dozens of times, they're really good at it. (or at least, they used to be... 👀) when you see jensen just doing little solo interviews, like talking on zoom or w/e, he actually comes across as very sweet, shy, and thoughtful, but i think he likes to use this grumpy act as a way to deal with any anxiety or insecurity he feels over being onstage in front of hundreds of people.

like, the grumpy act isn't his actual personality, but he knows it's what the audience expects, he knows it makes them laugh, he knows how to play the role, it's familiar, and he doesn't feel awkward while doing it.

so my point in explaining all that, is that i think jensen was simply doing his Grump Routine when misha came out onstage. he doesn't typically do the grump routine during cockles panels (it's interesting to contrast jensen during j2 panels and jensen during cockles panels; his body language and behavior are very different, he adapts his persona to different dynamics), but he also doesn't really like doing solo panels either, he doesn't like all the attention being directly on him without help, so i think he was just in Grump Mode until he fully registered "misha's here, i can drop the act" and that's when you see his entire body relax.

i don't know what it was misha could have been waiting for jensen to notice, unless he was just playing along with the routine, but they often bring up private jokes onstage without actually letting us in on the topic.

if i HAD to guess, he could have been waiting for jensen to notice his bright red jeans, because misha famously has terrible style when left to his own devices and jensen famously tries to dress him with actual taste. it's pretty normal for misha to be dressed weird on saturday (when jensen isn't at the con) and sexy on sunday (when jensen has arrived).

jensen likes to make fun of misha's clothes and buy fashionable stuff for him to wear, so it's possible misha was going "look at my jeans, i know you'll hate them," because i can definitely see him doing that. however, that really is just a guess.

and that's today's lesson in jensen body language, newbies. 😄

[getouswh0re]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: yandere, unhealthy relationships, mentions of violence, blood & gore, mass murdering, obsession, slight manga spoilers

synopsis: he would tear the entire world apart with his own hands, just to keep you by his side evermore.

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Love is a lethal bliss.

Bearing semblance to momentary sweetness, it warms the cockles of your heart; yet before one could even savour it for long, in its honey-like aftertaste is a deadly poison — seeping through the branching veins and killing every cell of the living host within its reach. Soundlessly, life is sucked out as one discovers themselves teetering on a tightrope of death.

i) The ambience of the atmosphere between you and Gojo is silent, deadly — akin to the calming weather before a raging storm. As the two of you stand at opposite ends of the living room, eyes refusing to meet with the sorcerer’s as an expanse of sky blue smoulders holes into your soul. Feeling your limbs trembling from the intensity of his stare, cat got your tongue. The words you’ve meant to say are stuck at the back of your throat as the taller male shifts a step forward, and you unconsciously leaning back against the wall.

“Do we have to do this love?” You cringe at the feigned pain interlaced in your ex’s tone. “You know you don’t have to do this. This is painful for both you and I, and knowing how much you love me, you certainly don’t want to put both of us through all of this. Don’t you?”

You bite your lip, eyes downcast. 

You wish all of this isn’t necessary, that everything that has happened is nothing more than your imagination regarding the red flags displayed before your periphery. Still, you have to do it having mulled over it for a while. It is about time that all of this come to an end. 

Ever since a certain man called Gojo Satoru meandered into your life, everything changed as your feelings for the male blossomed, like fresh buds on the bare branches with remnants of snow thawing into tinges of spring. It didn’t take long for the two of you to reciprocate one another’s feelings, yet cracks gradually surface on what seemed like an all-too-perfect fairy tale, breaking the crystal ball of illusion that you had been trapped in throughout all these months. 

For as long as you could remember, Gojo has been acting out of character; sure enough he retains his childish personality and insufferable god complex, yet there are times when you could barely recognise him. On occasions he would whine for hours, desperate to gain your attention, and there were moments when he’d follow wherever you went. Initially dismissing his clinginess as his way of displaying affection, you didn’t think much about it. That was until his demeanour underwent a 180 degree shift; being overbearing was one thing, yet the sorcerer had the audacity to dictate your life and your social circle, stepping his foot way past the boundaries that even you thought was too much. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t give Gojo an opportunity to change for the better. You did; it was him who failed to reflect on his own mistakes, to take things for granted without realising he had been in the wrong all along. With those alarming signs of the relationship spiralling into a toxic one, it occurred to you that you should end things fast before circumstances aggravated. 

Love is a beautiful pain.

To relish its fleeting vestiges between their fingertips, one must endure the torment of its thorns. Not everyone has the courage to sacrifice their sanity for something so transient, but one — or maybe few, who are more than willing to pay for their price, would do anything to hold onto such evanescent reminisces close to their heart.

ii) “Come on y/n. You know you don’t want to break up with me, stop lying to your heart.” 

As if his saccharine smile isn’t enough to make bile surge up your throat, the lovelorn white-haired man stares at you with such adoration, making you revolted than ever; before you could even blink, he is already inches away, bringing up his slender fingers and caressing your cheeks with utter delicacy. 

“From the moment we met, it’s like the red strings of fate intertwining, akin to two worlds colliding.”

Feeling his breath tickling your frigid neck, goosebumps laminate your skin as you shudder underneath his lasting touches.

“Your heart belongs to me, and mine yours. It’s like the universe wants the two of us to be together — forever. Just stop denying your feelings, okay? I can hear your heartbeat ... it’s beating crazy, just for me.” 

“Gojo, you need to stop all of this —“

“Oh honey, don’t say that ... I know the look in those eyes.” He presses on, his insufferable ego refusing to give in. “You might be pushing me away, but your body does the exact opposite. You’re still in love with me. You care for me, I know you do.”

Perhaps that is what makes terrifying about the sorcerer. Wearing his usual smile on a deceptively charming face, his true thoughts are inscrutable beneath the unfazed facade; worst of all, you never know what would drive him off the edge, not until you experience triggering a ticking time bomb by accident.

“Gojo, hear me out.” You push the towering male away, determined than ever to cut ties with him for the sake of your own safety. “What you do is not love anymore. It’s ... obsession! And it’s suffocating me! If you truly cared about me you would’ve respected my wishes and opinions — but you didn’t. No matter how much you love someone, this is far beyond acceptable. I ... we need to break up, for the sake of both of us.”

Stunned, the remnants of hope flicker in the sorcerer’s azure eyes before dissipating into darkness, along with his despondent heart that has plummeted into abysmal depths of a bottomless void. Hands retracting from your skin, you heave out a sigh of relief when spine-chilling chortles echo from Gojo’s throat.

“You think that’s it? That I’ll let you go?” The crazed glint in his burning stare convinces you even more that breaking up with this delusional man is the only option to save yourself. Slowly backing towards the door, you have prepared yourself for the worst, making a potential run with a bag filled with your valuables.

“You cannot run away from me y/n! You know you can never escape from me. I will flip the world upside down to find you — and hunt you down! Want me to prove that? I will tear the entire world apart by my hands, just so that you won’t run away from me anymore!”

You finally make your run, sprinting out of your shared apartment as fast as you could whilst ignoring his shrilling screams, deciding to leave everything behind for good.

Love is an unprecedented enigma.

Like a never-ending Möbius strip, the red strings of fate intertwines people's fates — yet at the same time, it looms over everyone's lives like a doom of death, mercilessly tearing loved ones or those held dear to their hearts apart within the blink of an eye. Callous as it seems, it reminds people how minuscule acts of gratitude allow them to appreciate the present before they lament or carry their regrets later on in life. Unfortunately, with the complexity of destiny, nobody could ever foresee when karma would dawn upon their heads. Not even you.

Little would you know that doomsday would be awaiting you so soon.

iii) For what feels like going through hell and back, you finally manage to rid yourself out of the psychotic sorcerer's hands and his devious manipulation. For what it’s worth, there is no guarantee about your life returning to normal. Knowing that it is nearly impossible to escape from Gojo (knowing that his sixth eyes can instantly locate where you are), you eventually make the decision of moving away with a heavy heart, considering that it would be what it’s best to solve your issues with your controlling ex. 

Having settled the documents and errands, all that’s left is for you to leave the place filled with nothing other than sad memories. As if it seems like a fresh start is extending its outstretched hands towards you, freedom is just within hand’s reach.

Not until all hell breaks loose on October 31st — the day of your departure. 

Copper tinges beckon indigo skies at twilight, remnants of the setting sun shining through the windows as you take a last, rueful look at the apartment you’ve resided most of your life before grabbing your belongings and heading towards the train station. With the day being Halloween, it isn’t surprising at all that the streets would be crowded, flooded with jovial citizens who want to enjoy themselves during the spooky season. All you have to do is make your way onto the designated train. 

Yet that never happened, because havoc descends among the living like a catastrophic plague. 

Just as you writhe your way through the streets and making your way towards the train station, screams erupt when a massive quake demolish the surrounding buildings into shambles, tearing the festive merriment in the atmosphere apart as people turn and run in all directions without warning — leaving you extremely perplexed about the current state of Shibuya. Horror is evident in every onlooker’s eyes whilst they dash for shelter; the city is in absolute chaos — danger looming, asphalt pavements ensanguined with blood, distressed cries resonating into the night. 

“Hey!” You call out, grabbing onto a random passerby. “What the hell happened?” 

“Danger ... curses ... sorcerer —“

Your blood run cold upon the mentioning, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out the entire situation and who has been responsible. In hindsight, you should’ve had followed the rest and ran away from the scene immediately, but you don’t — standing there amongst the quiet streets in utter terror. And before you could even lift your legs and sprint for your life, there he is, stained from head to toe in blood — an inebriated stare full of nothing but infatuation for you. 

“Honey! There you are ...” Skipping over mountains of corpses humming a joyful tune, Gojo happily pulls you into his chest, nestling his face against your squirming shoulders, his grip a vice against your futile efforts of struggling to break free. “I was so worried about you ever since you left! I ... I feel like my world is falling apart, and I just cannot live without you you know!” 

“Get. The. Hell. Off. Me!” 

The sorcerer chortles at your demand, ignoring your protests as he hugs you closer to his throbbing heart. 

“Darling ... we could’ve been so happy together. Yet you have to do all of this. For what? If you had given me your heart and soul, none of this would’ve happened —“

“Oh, so this is my fucking problem now?” You hiss, shoving the taller male off. “You really are crazy — Gojo Satoru. But I never regret the decision I’ve made, and I will do it again and again if I need to!” 

That is when he activates his domain expansion. 

All of your sudden, your mind is a blank — staring into the sorcerer’s cerulean eyes as it overwhelms you like a raging hurricane, sucking you deeper and deeper until your entirety sinks into his infinite void. For once you finally fear the strongest man on earth — of the dangers he possesses and what would’ve happened had he decided to break your mind the hard way. 

“To be honest, I don’t care ~” Silent tears roll down your cheeks once you recognise the drop in the man’s usual carefree tone, feeling the remnants of sanity being ruthlessly stripped away from you as you fall limp in Gojo’s loving arms. 

“The seas can rage, the heavens will rumble. But no matter what happens, I’m never going to let any of this take you away from me — for you and I are the honoured ones, destined to be together ...” 

With his voice dwindling to a hushed whisper, the sorcerer slips a shimmering ring onto your finger, declaring in utmost adoration his vows of undying love. 

“In time and evermore.”

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ok. feelin especially dumb rn. but. the jackles long con? was that an actual con or just a name for some event, like prequelgate? idk i would very much appreciate an explanation haha

Hi Anon! The Jackles Long Con is more or less a theory that Jensen was always (or since some time at least, possibly season 8) pro destiel. It's more or less based on his acting choices (king of microexpressions), his director choices (he just wants to cup Misha's face so badly it makes him look stupid) and what he said at cons. Now the last part is tricky because he said different things through the years, and he said different things to different audiences - that's why antis have a bazilion gifs from cons where he says that 'Destiel isn't real' and stuff like that (during panels with Jared to a bibro audience) and he said and acted completely differently at his panels with Misha (JIBcons my beloved).

There is also stuff like how salty he was when Misha was written off in season 7, how much unscripted emotions he adds to destiel scenes. Basically the thesis is that he was with us all along but because of reasons (the network, the show being advertised as 'about two brothers') he couldn't be openly pro destiel. I mean, hell, destiel questions were basically banned from cons so it's not unreasonable to think he was also politely asked not to talk about it either.

Aaand there is also the fact that he was so happy and excited when talking about 15x18 and then he fell silent after the finale and kept talking about his production company and hinted at a reboot since before the finale even aired. There was this online con in november when he was like: 'oh my favourite monsters are vampires' (and we know how Dean dies...) and also, what made everyone lose their minds, he was talking about the flannels and he said: 'well today i am wearing a grey/black and white one but tomorrow? tomorrow who knows, maybe blue and green'. There is also the thing with his beer company (he named a beer Eyes Like the Sky for example) but this is stepping into cockles territory but what is destiel if not cockles perserving.

And now he tweeted that article that basically voices all of fandom's questions and doubts about the prequel (like who is Dean narrating the story to? Cas?) and he says they have it figured out. He also has Robbie Thompson on board (wonderful destiel eps from him, also he gave us Charlie and Eileen).

Basically some of us think Jensen was/is playing a long game, a sort of 5D chess to make destiel canon but because of the show's marketing and stuff he couldn't be more open about it.

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Maybe you could use that story Jensen has told numerous times at cons, of how J2 hated each other at the beginning and they had to sit and come to an agreement and get along. In light of recent events, it reminds fandom that their "epic" friendship almost started like something forced. I don't know to what extent Jensen embellish that, I mean we're all aware that there's some PR magnifying their friendship to sell the product, but now it makes you wonder

Now, here's my parasocializing element: I do believe they legitimately came to be friends. I do believe they even started consuming the brotherhood line as much as the audience at some point, because after a decade-plus, that's just sort of natural to get wired into.

But I do also believe they started noticing divergence in their paths the same way they started. They started different, found their similarities and bonded, but over time differences became extremized as they further developed into more and more unique and autonomous individuals that had very different priorities on and takes about life and careers among other things.

I'd say the first point I truly noticed a disconnect was Honcon. When Jared started slamming on that keyboard during the cockles panel, that wasn't Jensen's exaggerated dad face of disappointment, he looked legitimately put out until he got up and unplugged the damn keyboard to make it stop. Little things like that seem to have started causing divides, then the differences in things like their investments, acting, and engagements.

Back to the parasocializing, I do still think they consider themselves friends, I'm sure if one somehow lost their fortune and ended up out on the street the other would take them in like a good pal instead of being told NO U EAT BEANS OUT OF A CAN, but it just doesn't seem like they've been really resonating like the old J2 for several years. And that's all the further highlighted by this blowout.

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i may be parasocial sometimes, but at least im not “jensen is a queer man in a relationship with another man, so he cant be homophobic towards fans” parasocial.

and i dont mean this as a general dig at cockles truthers (even though some of yall take it too far) and im also not saying that jensen is a whole grain homophobe (im convinced he is not and i, personally, dont think that his main problem with destiel is the gay part, but i think he resents giving ‘fangirls’ what they want and he doesnt care that his reluctance to ‘play into their demands’ comes off as slightly homophobic), but yall are so deep down this rabbithole of conspiracy theories and rpf truthing that you have fully accepted your theories as the truth and youre ignoring the actual harm and animosity jackles has displayed towards queer fans over the years. (”dont ruin it for everybody” anyone?)

YES i’m aware that the majority of the blame wrg to the handling of queer storylines, castiel and the pussyfooting around the actual canon confession is to be put on the producers, some writers and the people behind the cw and wb, but to say that jackles is entirely withoug blame is simply dishonest. 

tell me why misha’s and jensen’s actions and words are so different. even now when misha is obviously being gagged, he still manages to be more supportive than jackles ever was. maybe its not homophobia and maybe he is not doing it on purpose, but he obviously doesnt care all that much, bc it is very possible to be supportive while still pushing the mandated “up for interpretation” line. at the very least he neednt have played off of jreds idiotic rant when the fucking question wasnt even about if angels can experience human love or lust or not. let me remind you that it was a question by a mother of queer kids and they BOTH chose to no homo it, jred more offensively so, but jackles also heard a mom talk about how important that scene was to her queer kids and thought it was ok to debate whether or not the confession was romantic or queer at all.

and now you might say that its not his job to validate anyones feelings or anything and thats true, but then i need yall to stop acting like he was a secret destiel warrior all along. if someday down the line information comes out that he really was our agent on the inside all along i am fully prepared to eat my words, but as of now im working with the evidence i actually have.