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so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
She seems like a vile person to be honest. Don't support someone like that âšď¸
With the drop of the new Fantastic Beasts trailer, let's take a moment to remember that JKR:
1. is unequivocally a TERF + openly supports and allies herself with other TERFs
2. uses her massive wealth and platform to fight against trans rights, such that an anti-trans republican senator has cited her controversial essay to block voting on the Equality Act , and
3. has retained so much control over the HP franchise that giving her money (through movie tickets, book sales, official merch, etc) actively enables and contributes to the platform she uses to target vulnerable people
I haven't.
It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this
Amy Pond is a cheat and a rapist. She's stupid and whiney in the beginning of her arc (one that doesn't actually make ANY sense) and doesn't give two fucks about anyone else but herself. Not even her supposed bf. And people actually like her?? What?
Her sexual assault on the doctor is overlooked and brushed under the carpet by everyone. It's not dealt with or bought up again and she gets away with it. What kind of message does that send to people??! Especially kids?
Disgusting! Her treatment of Rory was disgusting too. Never mind the whole River/doctor romance shit. Ugh!
âBut if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.â
What an asshole đĄ
How would people feel if I rewrote S5 of doctor who and made Amy's arc actually make sense instead of being scattered and all over the place and a 1000x more interesting? My OC will be a female cousin who will not be romantically interested in the doctor (probably not until much later anyway), will hopefully not be a Mary Sue who meets him at the same time as Amy and waits as most boring fics do.
The idea is to spark a completely new and hopefully refreshing idea around S5 and will not follow the script. Amy will probably be different too. If anyone's interested, I've already got a few ideas on it.
I have a few fics Iâm in the process of writing up on Henry Cavillâs Superman. Here are a few Iâm willing to share if youâre interested.
⢠Clark Kent is not alone, there is another. Somewhere out there, Hyacinthâs waiting to be found on Earth.
⢠Clark is attacked by a Demon trying to kill him. Heâs saved by Indiana, a witch, who just so happens to be in the same class as him. Will the two be able to come together and connect in a way they canât with anyone else? (Might be a crossover)
⢠Lois breaks up with Clark when it begins getting tough and people start turning on him. Clarkâs understandably pissed and unhappy about it. But he ends up meeting someone else.
I have many more but itâs going to take ages so I just picked a few Iâm more likely to do first.
I think I can say for definite that there will not be a season 5 for Sherlock. It's been years since the last season but with Una Stubbs aka Mrs Hudson's death in her 80's on the 12th of this month I believe, I can honestly say we don't want another Mrs Hudson. Rip Una, as the 9th doctor liked to say, you were fantastic. And I'm sad to know you're gone.
It's all fun and games til you're hiding from a snake, climb a tree and realize you're screwed.
WHAT?!?!?!!!!!?!?!!!?!
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I wanna save me a rabbit
Easy and very effective
Requires nothing but your body
Includes attack
I'm with you. Justice for Johnny!!
Yeah. Can't use the whole 'she was asking for it' or 'she was showing (whatever)' anymore. It happens cos some people don't give a shit about how their actions affect others lives and can't keep it in their pants
I dont care what gender you are. I dont care what sexual preference you have. I dont care what country you live in. I dont care if this isnât your âblog themeâ. If you dont reblog this, I will judge you. Forever.
I am!
You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined.Â
Reblog if youâre a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!
Summary: Castiel breaks up with you to protect you but he can't quite seem to stay away from you. He sees you again months later only, he doesn't like what he sees... Chapter 1: Heartbroken "You can't do this. Not to me," you pleaded weakly, lips trembling. It was a fight just to hold back the tears in your red, watery eyes as he stood before you cold and unmoving. "I'm doing what needs to be done. This whole relationship should never have begun in the first place. I'm an Angel, your human, it can never work. You should move on because I don't need you." You could feel yourself breaking a little more with those words. He didn't need you? No, he was lying. He had to be. He loved you. If you could just get him to open up and tell you what was wrong then maybe..."Cas-" "Castiel," he interrupted, sounding almost resentful. His usually soft blue eyes were now blank and devoid of any feeling. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?" You whispered. You no longer bothered to hold back the tears. You wanted him to see how much he was hurting you. "Goodbye," he said before turning and vanishing without another word. You stared at the spot where he once stood and fell to the floor, sobbing loudly when you realized he truly wasn't coming back. Dean was the one who found you. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around you in comfort. "Hey, what's wrong?" You sniffed tearfully and looked up into a pair of concerned green eyes. "Cas...broke up...with me," you grabbed his shoulders and buried your face into him. "He left me, Dean. He left me." Dean had to swallow back his anger towards the Angel. You werenât the kind to willingly break down so easily in front of another but you needed him now and that took priority over everything else. Slipping an arm underneath you, he picked you up with ease and carried you back to your room, ignoring the questioning look on Samâs face as you both passed him. He set you down and layer next to you until you finally cried yourself to sleep. His hands clenched. That Angel had a lot to answer for. You left the bunker not long after that against the wishes of the Winchesters. There was just no point in staying there. Your relationship was over and it was just too painful to stick around especially when you knew he would still pop in now and again to help the Winchesters. You couldn't deal with the pain of seeing him, the constant reminders that you weren't together anymore and the awkwardness of being in the same room in a sort of tired silence after he so cruelly broke your heart was unbearable. Neither brother wanted to see you go but it was better for everyone in the long run. You needed to purge yourself of your feelings for Castiel and you knew if you stayed it would only be a matter of time before certain questions haunting you would accidentally be released. Questions you knew you didn't want the answers to. Did he still think about you the way you did with him? Did he ask after you? Did he wonder where you were and what you were doing? Had he moved on? Did he ever actually love you or was it all pretend? Getting over him was so hard. You tried everything you could to get him out of your head and your heart but so far, it was having little affect. You tried going out and picking strangers up but that was only a temporary fix. You always felt worse afterwards and the wounds on your heart never seemed to heal. You tried forgetting him completely but that didn't last long. No matter what you did, you just couldn't forget. During the day, you still hunted but you were a silent shadow of yourself. At night you would cry yourself to sleep and wake up to nightmares. Over the next few weeks, your mood dampened, your patience grew thin and you could barely muster up the will to interact with people much less hunt and save them. It didn't help that you could still sort of feel Castiel's presence around you once or twice. But that was rediculus, wasn't it? After all, he left you. The presence left as quickly as it came so you put it down to your imagination and left it at that. Now if only you could convince your heart to do the same...
Can someone please tell me why writers seem to like portraying Castiel out of character on Tumblr? The Angel has been around since mankind practically began and was stationed on Earth for about 2000 years - IâM PRETTY SURE HE KNOWS WHAT A VAGINA IS, AND SEX! Heâs NOT ignorant or stupid. Heâs shy, socially awkward, quirky, loyalty, trustworthy (most of the time), knowledgeable among other things. Thank you.
Summary: Reader is heartbroken after Hannah gives him an ultimatum: her or the reader.
Warning: Angst, heartbreak etc
You walked through the bunker quietly not wanting to be noticed. You and Castiel had been together up until Hannah had given him an ultimatum. She forced him to choose between the two of you and to your dismay, he had chosen to be with Hannah. After they had left, you had broken down for the first time and the last time in front of both Winchesters who immediately rushed to comfort you. They were furious at Cas and how he hurt you but there wasnât much they could do about it. All they could do was be there for you when you were ready.
Castiel still came by occasionally but during these times you would leave the room, not wanting to be anywhere near him. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned to months you found yourself slowly changing. You no longer cared about taking care of yourself. That wasnât to say you didnât bathe or take care of personal hygiene because you did. But you barely ate, barely talked, dark circles appeared under your eyes from where you werenât getting enough sleep. Your skin was turning pale. You knew the brothers were worried but you didnât care. You were too hurt and you didnât want to talk to them. You made your way to the kitchen and thought of making something to eat but you couldnât muster up the will to care so you left it and went to lay down on the couch.
Your back was to the door so you failed to notice when Castiel walked into the room. The Angel stopped when he noticed you lying on the couch. He wanted to say something but didnât have the courage to do so. He was a coward and he knew it. He would rather stay silent than face it head on. He waited to see what you would do. He noticed how you would walk out of the room whenever he showed up or point blank ignored his existence, but you didnât move from the couch. He wondered how you were doing but wasnât brave enough to talk to you after he hurt you. He stayed there watching you for a few more moments before leaving to go back to Hannah. You never knew he was there.
The next time he appeared in the same room as you, worry and concern began to fill his vessel. You looked worse than the last time he saw you. He could see you had lost weight simply because you didnât care anymore. Your hair hung lifelessly down your back and your skin was a horrible sickly colour. Even the colour of your lips were different, he noted. He missed the smile on your face that somehow managed to light up the whole room. As soon as you noticed him you wordlessly jumped down from the kitchen counter where you and the boys were and walked out of the room. As soon as you left, they turned to Cas with angry expressions on their faces. âWhat, Cas?â
Castiel sighed. âThere are Demons hiding out in a warehouse. They need to be destroyed.â
âCanât you do it yourself?â Dean asked snarkily. He couldnât help it. You were like a sister to him and now you were hurting all because of him and another Angel. Castiel sighed again. He couldâŚ..but he just wanted to see his friends again. He knew heâd hurt them by hurting you. He knew they were angry with him. A pang of sorrow hit him as he thought of the pain heâd caused you. Ever since heâd chosen Hannah, they had been together. He loved her, of course he didâŚ..didnât he? So then why did it feel so wrong? Why did he feel like something was missing? He said nothing as they stared at each other. âFine,â Dean muttered under his breath. âWhat warehouse? How many Demons?â
âIâm not sure how many. The warehouse by St. James Street.â They nodded and went to pack their weapons. Castiel watched quietly. âWhat about Y/N? Is she coming?â
They froze. âNo. Sheâs not,â Dean snapped.
âDean-â Sam started.
Dean rounded on Sam angrily. âNo, are you kidding me? No! He dumps her for some useless fucking Angel and NOW heâs acting like he cares about Y/N?â
Hurt filled Castielâs eyes. Is that what they really thought of him? Is that what you thought? That he didnât care about you? He could feel his heart breaking at the thought. They were wrong. So wrong. He DID care about you. âDean-â
Dean pointed a finger at him and gave him a harsh glare. âDonât,â he warned. âJust donât bother. You made your choice and personally, I think sheâs better off without you.â
His words cut through Castielâs heart but he tried not to show it. He shot one last pitiful glance in the direction you had gone before they left.
You left your room just as they came back. At first, Dean had protested against Castiel coming back with them but eventually relented. They all stopped in the doorway and held their breathes as you reached out to pick up an apple. âY/N?â Sam called out tentively. Your head moved to look in his direction but you didnât say a word. âAre you hungry? I could make you something to eat?â They didnât hold much hope so they were both stunned and a little excited when you wordlessly sat down at the table, your gaze on him.
Dean grabbed Samâs arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear. âDude, sheâs actually willing to eat. Make her something and quick before she changes her mind. Iâll keep her talking.â Sam nodded and made his way to the kitchen while Dean sat at the table across from you. Castiel hesitated but shuffled forward. His heart shattered when you stood up to leave but Dean grabbed you before you could. âNo. Sit. Ignore him if you have to but stay here. I miss talking to you and Samâs making you something to eat.â
You said nothing but did as he asked but refused to even look in Castielâs direction. Now that he had the opportunity, he observed you carefully. Your eyes were dull and sunken, your skin was a sickly colour making you look like you were ill. You had lost weight and it was showing. There was no smile on your face and you stayed silent. Castiel couldnât remember the last time heâd heard your voice. He wished you would say something - anything, even if it was to tell him to leave but you didnât. You just ignored him which made him feel worse. He felt guilty for your pain but didnât know how to get through to you. You refused to talk to him at all. And it hurt. You two had been together before the ultimatum so he could only imagine how you were feeling. He wanted to reach out to you but didnât dare.
Sam came back with a small plate of spaghetti and placed it in front of you. You slowly began to eat much to their happiness. When you were done, you rose silently and dumped the plate in the sink. You gave Sam a kiss on his cheek as a thank you and left without a single word.
Castielâs POV
I appeared beside Dean and Sam and waited as they got ready. According to them, we were hunting Demons. Just as we were about to leave, Y/N walked around the corner. I held my breath and waited for her to leave the room once she caught sight of me and was stunned when she didnât. I watched as she walked straight up to Dean and pointed to the door. Deanâs eyes darkened and he shook his head at her. âNo. Youâre not coming with us.â Y/N crossed her arms and held her ground. I wanted to say something but knew that wouldnât end well. âDamn it, Y/N! Youâre not well!â
Y/N shrugged but didnât back down. Sam turned to Dean regretfully. âDean, we donât have time for this. We need to go now. She comes.â
Dean growled and stormed out of the room. âFine.â
My hands clenched at the thought of Y/N hunting while sick. I didnât want her to get hurt but I knew I didnât have the right to protest against it. It wasnât my place anymore. I lost that when I left her. Still, I couldnât help but try to make amends and help her when I could, even if she no longer wanted it. I opened the car door for her and let her get in. During the ride, I watched her carefully as she stared out of the window. I felt the urge to pull her back into my arms and never let go again but I couldnât do that to Hannah.
I just wished Y/N would talk to me.
I donât know what most think about Mary Winchester but lemme tell you why I donât like her. These are my reasons.
1. Sheâs been dead too long and to bring her back now seems pointless really. Pointless and awkward having her around. Itâs not her time so she has to waste time âcatching upâ and learning everything while having to deal with her back into their lives. As if they donât have enough on their plate.
2. I think her character is dull and boring and maybe a little cold at times and manipulative.
3. She betrayed them. She helped the British men of letters despite what they did to Sam (her SON) and the fact they canât exactly be trusted.
4. She put them in danger and lied to them. The incident with Ramiel was her fault. She had what he wanted and could have spoken up about it and spared them but chose not to. Cas almost DIED because of it and if not for Crowley, he would have. His blood would have been on her hands and for what?! To help the BMOL?! Unbelievable. She put her kids in danger and almost got their best friend killed and still didnât bother to admit what sheâd done. Every mother knows you NEVER put your kids in danger, not for anything. Even John Winchester would never do that and Iâm certain heâd be ashamed of her actions.
5. She lied. She lied about wanting space and time to them. She lied to their faces and more than once.
6. Justification. She tried to justify her actions to Dean when he found out what sheâd done. Me personally, Iâm glad he kicked her out. Good riddance as far as Iâm concerned. I donât trust herâŚat all.
Done x
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Summary: Another girl flirts with your boyfriend, Castiel then tells you he can do better. Your response is to put the bitch in her place and claim whatâs yours.
Warning: Some swearing, attempted bullying and body shaming?
Pairing: Castiel/Reader
One shot. Donât ever let anyone else make you feel ashamed about your body or inferior. If they give it then give it back harder.
You werenât the kind to go out clubbing or bars. You preferred to stay in, reading books or kissing your boyfriend, Castiel. Castiel was an Angel and being an Angel, he had perks and advantages you found he loved to use on you. Tonight however, you and Cas decided to join the Winchesters at a bar after a successful hunt.
When you got there, you and Cas went to find a table while the boys went straight to the bar to order the drinks. You rested your head on Casâs shoulder, his fingers running through your hair. You sighed in contentment. Feeling the urge to take a leak, you got up and turned to him. âIâll be back in a minute. I just need to go to the bathroom, okay?â
He smiled softly at you. âOkay.â
Five minutes later and you were done. You exited the bathroom and looked up only to frown at the sight you see. Your frown turns into a scowl. There with a hand on your boyfriend, was a girl with a bad dye job....and she was touching your boyfriend!
The nerve of her! Who the hell does she think she is? You fumed. You stormed over there until you stood directly behind her. Castielâs eyes widened at the sight of a pissed off you. You coughed to get her attention and said, âUm, do you mind not touching my boyfriend?â You werenât outright rude....not yet, but the warning was clear. Donât touch whatâs mine.
The girl turned around and eyed you up and down in distaste. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself not to do something stupidâŚlike knock the stupid tart out. âYour boyfriend? Please, donât make me laugh. He can do so much better than to go for someone like you. Youâre not even pretty, you got no sense of style and seriously? Donât kid yourself sweetie. I'm way better than you, have a body to die for, I mean, câmon! Look at yourself!â
By now the Winchesters had returned and were standing nearby awkwardly with wide eyes and pale faces. Uh oh. They had heard what she said and were now waiting for your response. They knew from first hand experience that you often got vicious towards other girls when they tried it on with Cas, especially when you tell them heâs already taken and theyâre stupid enough to keep trying.
This time was no differentÂ
You growled furiously and grabbed her arm. A loud slap resounded and she stared at you in shock, holding her now red cheek. But you werenât done. Not by a long shot. âAnd just who the fuck are you to talk to me like that? You donât know me nor do you know him cause if you did then youâd know youâre wasting your time since heâd never go out with a nasty ass bitch like you. Weâre together and we love each other very much and no one is gonna get in the way of that. Youâre pathetic! Look at yourself. Only desperate, pathetic tramps go after someone elseâs boyfriend or girlfriend while theyâre with someone else. Youâre nothing but a low class whore thinking youâre better than other girls when in reality, youâre nothing but trash!â You took a threatening step towards her and said condescendingly, âSweetie, I suggest for your sake that you find someone else that will look at something disgusting like you twice, to play with. Or things are about to get ugly. He's mine!â
The girl glared at you in embarrassment and anger but you refused to back down. You barely noticed the silence and tension as the others watched the scene unfold. You were to busy being territorial. He was yours damnit and you protected what was yours. Simple.
The girl seemed to realize no one was going to help her, so with an angry huff she stomped off. You stared after her with a victory smirk before turning back to Castiel and grabbing his blue tie and pulling him towards you, lips crashing together in a harsh kiss. Castiel moaned into your mouth, his hands instantly going to your hips. He pulled you onto his lap and deepened the kiss, making you groan in pleasure. Your hands tangled in his dark hair and pulled hard.
âWho do you belong to?â You demanded.
His eyes went wide and he groaned. âY-you.â
âYou got that right.â You turned to Sam and Dean who looked straight-up uncomfortable. âI donât know about you guys but Cas and I are going back to the bunker. It seems Cas needs to learn his lesson about who it is he belongs to.â Castiel licked his lips, eyes wide and dilated in lust while the boys exchanged grossed out looks.
A moment later, you both vanished.
OMG someone HAS to write this!!
Donât think about how much Claire would idolise and adore Jo. And donât think about Jo sneaking Claire sips of her beer. Also donât think of Jo being really protective of Claire when the hunters come into the bar, because sheâs been there and knows what theyâre like. Jo taking Claire on hunts with her when no one else will, because she knows what will happen if she doesnât. Claire borrowing Joâs clothes without asking and Jo shouting the house down. Ellen rolling her eyes and telling them to sort it out themselves. Jo and Claire staying up all night talking about their dads together. Jo ringing up Charlie or Tracy to come and help Claire pick out a prom dress because sheâs got no idea what sheâs doing and Claire deserves someone better to help. Claire boasting to all her friends about Jo, and they all just assume sheâs her big sister. And so when Krissy meets Jo sheâs all like âOMG this is the big sister youâve told us all about, show us how to shootâ (and itâs still prom night so Joâs outside teaching all these teenagers in fancy dresses how to shoot and so theyâre late for catching their limo). Jo maybe cries a little later that night, because everyone thinks sheâs Claireâs sister. Claire and Jo talking loudly about periods to gross the boys out. Jo teaching Claire to hustle pool. Just big sister Jo and little sister Claire. What? I said donât think about it.