D’awwww, thank you~
*huggles* That’s so sweet!
I like this.
I love apple pie and tea and soft sweaters. T^T These are all warm, comforting things and I’m pleased I remind you of them~
Anon hour! (well, ‘Anon-until-booky-sleeps-time’)
Ask me anything?
do u ever look at someone’s characterization of one of ur faves and just sit there offended on behalf of the character
Yeah, but the problem is that it’s the showrunner.
I just want someone to give a damn about Cas and his problems for a change. I want someone to be upset because Cas is dying and obsessively search for ways to save him. I want someone to be worried when he goes missing and someone to show some compassion, or at least interest, when he says he’d been captured and tortured. I want someone to tell him he matters and acknowledge all that he’s done and lost and given up for the benefit of the others. I want someone to break down and cry and grieve if something happens to him. Basically, I just want someone to love Cas the way he deserves to be loved.
It had started off innocuously enough. Cas was still learning, adjusting to being human and in a relationship (truth be told, Dean was still adjusting to the latter himself), so Dean thought nothing of it when Cas said, “Pass me that book, sugar.”
Well, maybe not nothing, but the pet name hadn’t seemed worth commenting on. He was slightly more disconcerted when, not fifteen minutes later, Cas said;
"I think I may have found something in this, fructose."
Dean just stared, mouth slightly open in shock. Cas frowned, confused.
"Dude, seriously?" Dean said. Cas nodded, expression clearing.
"Yes. This book has a section on-"
"Not the book, Cas," Dean said. "Just… ‘fructose’?"
"It’s a sweetener," Cas said defensively, scowling. "Like ‘sugar’."
Dean just shook his head and chuckled.
He’d thought that had been the end of it. Not three days later, on their way to to grocery store while Sam held down the fort, Cas did it again.
"Are we forgetting anything?" Dean asked. Cas was looking intently at the list and frowning.
"Nothing I can see, pumpkin," Cas replied. His voice was so nonchalant it took Dean a moment to recognize what he said. He must have made a choking sound, because Cas turned towards him with a frown. "No?"
"Yes, Cas, ‘no’," Dean said, shaking his head while his face heated with embarrassment. Cas nodded and then, looking thoughtful, he spoke again.
Dean choked again.
I’ve forgotten what he’s talking about at this point, I’m just watching his lips move and his eyes crinkle and death
I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
that I could just understand
the meaning of the word you see
cause I’ve been scrawling it forever
but it never makes sense to me at all
poor language it doesn’t deserve such treatment
and all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling
oh this heaven, never could describe such a feeling as I knew it
Florence And the Machine, All This and Heaven Too
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Witness how quality my dash is~