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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So one thing I’ve noticed is that people’s DnD characters may vary but there is usually an underlying thread that they all have in common. This thread is typically related to what that person struggles with the most.
For instance, my betrotheds DnD characters: a bitchy warlock we had to bust out of two different pacts, a sassy barbarian, a reformed drow cultist, and a sunshine fighter cleric.
All these characters were wildly different but at their very core struggle was them grappling with their self worth. My betrothed struggles with their worth a great deal and even with different facets showing their characters all have that too.
Mine all tend to contend with different themes of loneliness and acceptance. Surprise, surprise, the little autistic gremlin yearns to have been met with more love and lasting friendships.
So we’re at breakfast. I am meeting a new friend of my betrotheds for the first time. It’s been twenty minutes since I’ve met this man. I say my theory. He laughs. He starts to describe a few of his characters but specifies that he often has healing aspects. He gives a very broad overview of their character arcs.
I ponder for a moment then said, “Would you like to have my assessment?”
He laughed, “Sure!”
“We’ve just met. It’s gonna get real.”
“Bring it on.”
“I think your struggle is that you feel you must offer something of value or service to people to be worthy of their love.”
His jaw dropped. His fork froze midway to his mouth. A potato fell. He stared into space as this sank in. Quietly he said, “Oh.”
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James: Ooh here’s a story I like to tell people before we started dating. Even Regulus doesn’t know it—
Regulus: I know it.
James: Wait what-
Regulus: Yeah, the time you stole my zippo and didn’t give it back until we officially started dating?
James, appalled:
Regulus: James. Did you really think I wouldn’t have noticed? I smoked a lot. It was a personalised zippo as well.
James: What, so you just let me have it?
Regulus: Yes, my love. I knew you’d give it back eventually.
James, muttering under his breath but holds Regulus’ hand tighter:
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Anointing
Something to hold you guys over until the next pages. Anoint is fun to say.
OP, what?? Let me explain:
This was partly inspired by another comic, got me thinking of how anointing worked. People kinda do this too, stealing your partners jacket for example.
Anointing is when hedgehogs find a smell they like (in some cases a poison) and proceed to lick it and create a saliva foam before covering their spines in the smell/spit.
Scientists don't really understand it but it may have a role in removing parasites, mating behavior or something to do with predators. Free lore.
Mobian 'hogs do it too, but a little less messy...
A special oil in their quills is released as they rub their spines together and even non-hedgehogs mobians can smell it when up close. It's a way to broadcast their partnership, with some considering it a huge leap in a relationship. Many just kinda do it without thinking, as they cuddle.
What do they smell like? Im not joking:
If sonic smells like citrus and leather (official perfume) and shadow smells like lavender (also canon) and coffee (coffee because oils in the espresso beans he canonically eats), do you think they would smell like Lady Gray tea with a hint of smoke or a dark musk underneath?
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