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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

Death, life and fun - part 1, bg3 comic

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reblog this rat until staff gets involved

i must be really bad at interpreting facial expressions, because when this meme took off, everyone seemed to interpret the woman's face as "horny" or "yearning"

but i only saw simmering rage

Centaur Watching Fish by Arnold Böcklin (1878).

I love love love Böcklin’s mythical pieces, they have this sense of realism, and often even sensitivity.

season 4 but cas is like a crow and keeps giving shiny things to dean bc he just thinks theyre neat

This map is the most up to date version as of 3-4-2023 and takes into account all recent movement on anti-trans legislation

Some of y'all have never made peace with the fact that Dean is just not very punk rock at heart. All his punk rockness is out of necessity, not desire. He CAN eat campfire-roasted lizard and sleep four hours a night in a car and fight for his life. But he LIKES long hot showers with good water pressure and cucumber water. He likes shopping at the farmer's market for multiple different kinds of tomatoes and being on a first name basis with the lady at the post office. He loves a soft comfy house robe and a three-piece 1920s suit. He chose a weapon with a mother-of-pearl grip and floral engravings. This man is absolutely growing out his hair and wearing soft turtlenecks and peacoats the first chance he gets. Sorry about it.

Dean asks Cas to teach him Enochian.

So Cas teaches him Enochian.

They sit together in the bunker - chairs next to each other, elbow to elbow, books spread out around them, and Dean learns the language of the Angels from his own.

Dean makes quips about Cas being his teacher, and offhandedly asks what he can possibly do to get extra credit.... Cas looks at him with complete and utter incomprehension while Dean has an internal meltdown at how that came out without meaning it to.

Dean's actually very focused when he has a goal - so he studies and he reads and he's genuinely a good student. He practices his pronunciation (which Cas has said 'is fine' but said it with the expression of someone in pain, so he knows it sucks) while he's cooking or in the shower, and Sam remarks more than once how Dean could have gone to college.

Dean still gets frustrated when he can't remember a certain word too many times, or can't wrap his head around a specific turn of phrase, but he also kind of loves it when he says something and Cas smiles with amusement at what he's said. It dawns on him that he's the one speaking strangely in Cas's language now, instead of the other way around.

The first time Dean speaks in almost fluent conversational Enochian he is so proud and pleased but Cas looks like hes going to throw up, and Dean thinks he must have got something wrong again. He doesn't know that Cas is having to physically hold himself back from immediately exiting his vessel and shattering every window in Lebanon with the force of his joy.