Ok, I’m just going to have this rant. Why is it Jiang Cheng’s job to protect Wei Wuxian? Why is it anyone’s job except for maybe the adults that were supposed to be his guardians in his childhood? Other than those two, why does fandom like to place that burden on JC, Yanli, and everyone else?
I love Wei Wuxian, I do! But let’s not pretend like homie didn’t dive headfirst into almost every dangerous position he was placed in! If you’re going to play the hero and try to protect others, great. Applause for you, but you should at least be able to protect yourself before you do it!
And let’s not act like Wei Wuxian wasn’t walking around saying stuff like, “If I wanna do this, Jiang Cheng can’t even stop me!”
He was the one talking to the sects like he was the shit all up and through Jorge’s. I love my brother to death, but if he talks shit and gets hit, I’m not going to jump into the fight!
I’m serious. Yall Jiang Cheng antis literally are doing too much. Hate the character, but please get over this everybody needs to protect ickle bitty Xianderalla bullshit! It’s bullshit!
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Cas stitching up his trench coat in one of the motel chairs while Sam and Dean are asleep and quietly talking to Jack about how to him the coat feels as part of himself now as his blade is. That it reminds him that he wasn't always aware of just how deeply humans could feel. How deeply angels could feel. How putting care into something can make it meaningful. The stars were mere pricks of light before humans decided to name them. The more he cares for his coat, the more of his perspective and memory gets sewn into it. The more it becomes his.
"And the pockets," he confides with a deep wink, "Are good for keeping snacks in."
Later, when Dean is asleep again, drooling over an open book of research in the bunker, Jack watches as Cas tucks his coat over Dean's shoulders and sees how he hesitates for a moment before brushing his hand softly through Dean's hair. Dean is transformed, through Cas’s careful attention, from the man who was the gatekeeper of acceptance and goodness to just a man, vulnerable and in need of care.
Jack wonders whether Castiel cares for everyone like they are a precious object. And he wonders what Castiel would transform him into, if he had to be repaired. Jack isn't sure that he likes the idea. He already has a hard time understanding his own morality, how can he also be expected live up to the idea of himself in Castiel's head? The object that Castiel loves? Does he need to be changed in order to become his?
"I could get him my pillow?" Jack suggests, swallowing against the cold mass in his throat when Cas smiles gently at that. He does like it, then, when Jack acts against his own interest.
"That might wake him. We should let him rest."
"He's precious to you."
"He is." Castiel reaches out and puts a hand on Jack's sleeve, expression sincere, "And so are you."
"Right," Jack says, then, "thanks," and holds his smile until Cas wanders back to sit perpendicular to Dean, to watch him until just before he stirred. Castiel and Jack, both, were good at pretending not to feel what they felt.
Watching the angel watch the man, Jack feels like a star. Immense and powerful but also distant, removed. Not special until a real person decides that he is. He is between angel and human. Person and object. Precious and disregarded. He is the blade and the coat, and Jack doesn't know which is worse.
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yanks on your halo while I fuck your ass :3
ujfjjfjdushthfng im. um. wow im a lil fucked up over this idea 😇 yknow anon the halo of an angel *is* like one big erogenous zone soo.. well just be careful not to spread too much sin up to the halo okay? i reaaally dont want it to crack yet :3
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