YES! YEEEES!
*gross sobbing*
I’ve been noodling over this post for the past few days, and I think it’s almost right, in that Dean throws out the sexual barb because he almost certainly knows that he’s Cas’s weak spot.
And yet… I think the person Dean’s really digging at here isn’t Cas, but himself. He’s the one sexually attracted to Cas: he’s the one who can’t stop looking at Cas’s lips, who always looks so uncomfortable when Cas crowds his personal space. And Dean hates himself for it, because he knows that this is an angel of the Lord, the holiest of the holy, and he—well, what is he? He’s the blood-stained fuck-up, the man-sized hole of Daddy issues and neediness, the demon who never deserved to be saved from the Pit. What business does he have feeling something so dark and needy and human about an entity as good and heavenly as Cas, someone who so profoundly believes in Dean’s non-existent righteousness, who talks about him in terms of “special” and “saved” and “profound bond”, who rebelled against the divine plan and the entire Host of Heaven, and sacrificed everything, just for him, all for him? Dean knows it’s disrespectful, this dark and small and petty human sexual attraction, he knows it’s wrong and unreciprocated and he wishes he could make himself stop but he can’t, he just can’t.
Remember what the Dean!Leviathan says about Dean? “He doesn’t have relationships; he has applications for sainthood”. For nobody is that more applicable than Cas (which is why Cas’s eventual betrayal hurts Dean so much). To S5!Dean, Cas is a concept, a creature so innocent and pure Dean didn’t even think it existed until it saved him from eternal damnation.
So when Cas revokes his faith in him in that second GIF; when Cas says, essentially, “you are no longer worth my faith in you”, that’s when Dean snaps, because that hurts so much, too much, and all he can think to do is lash out with the one thing he thinks will hurt the most — except he doesn’t stop to wonder who he’s really trying to hurt here.
That’s why, when Dean says “Blow me”, Cas seems more confused than anything else — he can tell that Dean is angry, and he’s angry too, but more than that, Cas doesn’t understand why Dean chose to express himself with those specific words.
But to Dean, the innuendo makes perfect sense; it’s a form of self-harm, of self-torture. In the same way he bitterly tells Kevin (twice) that angels are “junkless”, it reminds him of what he wants but can never, ever have.
Because Dean trained under Alistair, he knows all the best ways to torture a man, to make him break, and deep down he knows that what he feels for Cas is what will break him; or, more specifically, what will break him is that Cas can never feel what he feels, that angels just don’t have the equipment to feel that way, that whenever they try, it just breaks them apart.
And I eagerly await the day Dean realizes he was wrong.
This post gets my hugs. I also await that day. Even if the writers don’t show it, I will write it in my head and all will be well.
Via Dean's Ragingly Hetero Obsession With Chapped Lips
Dear every manufacturer of women’s clothing, ever:
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
SECONDED
Allow me to pause a moment and mention how freaking amazing I found Tony Stark in Iron Man II.
Watching that movie, which takes place over a little more than a month (roughly) once you get past the opening sequence with Ivan and Anton. Tony, from the beginning, is being slowly poisoned to death from the palladium core that’s powering the thing keeping him alive. His blood toxicity is going up and his body is dying.
In spite of that (or perhaps because of it), Tony Stark is STILL getting shit done. He makes Pepper his CEO, because he knows she can handle the company and trusts her to run things right after he’s gone. He’s fucking terrified, doesn’t want to go back to the rat race, doesn’t want to deal with bullshit, he just wants to go live out the rest of his life in peace (with Pepper, I might add), but he goes back instead.
He was scared, and made an ass out of himself at his birthday party, because even though Natasha said he should go do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, he thinks that Pepper will say no (like she did on the plane). He lets his friend take his prototype suit (no matter what he says, he could have fired off shots, and stopped Rhodes, but he didn’t). He’d given up, and he knew he was going to die soon.
And the next day, Fury throws him back into the rat race with a shot of stuff to push back the poison in him, and tells him “Oh btw, we have what you need to solf that palladium problem”.
And instead of flipping shit and getting angry about them holding that info back for so long, he just takes the information and tries to figure it out. He starts trying to sort things out with Pepper, who soundly tells him to gtfo of her office. He still doesn’t get angry, even though I’ll wager that hurt.
And when he figures out how to solve the problem? Instead of dwelling on how to fix it, he gets his ass to work, busts holes in his mansion, tears down walls.
As a character, Tony Stark doesn’t think about consequences, and sometimes that burns him. But when the time comes to get to work, he fucking gets to work. That is one thing that will never cease to impress me about Stark. He’s looking only far enough ahead as the end of the fight. He’s not worried about the next battle. He’s going to damn well solve the current problem and he wont worry about the next one until it’s handed to him.
*Applause
(Source: drwhybother)
Via So, I Screwed My Companions
Okay can I talk about this for a sec? No? Tough, because I’m gonna go ahead and do it anyway. Because this little exchange was so indicative of their relationship that I wanted to die.
We already know that without the armor, Tony sees himself as nothing. “Iron Man yes, Tony Stark not recommended”, right? There’s more than a touch of bitterness when he throws that exchange back at Coulson in his first scene. We know about his issues with his father, we know about his drinking, we know that he watched a man sacrifice his life in a cave in the Middle East so that he, Tony, could live.
Steve doesn’t. And yet almost by accident, he finds Tony’s weak spot, sticks in a knife, and twists. Steve’s trying to shame him, trying to hold Tony accountable for actions that he, as a soldier, sees as reckless and irrresponsible— he’s already furious with Tony for needling Banner, which potentially endangered the lives of everyone on the ship (He can’t know, of course, that Tony recognises something in Banner, a control on his inner demons that he can only envy; Tony knows what it’s like to have a monster inside of him that he can barely contain) and Tony’s devil-may-care attitude is the final straw. Steve sees right through Tony in a way few people do; but not deep enough, no, because if he could fathom just how deep Tony’s scars go (and if he wasn’t being influenced by Loki’s sceptre, just behind him) he wouldn’t have said those things.
Because hey, Steve is lashing out here. You saw him in the gym; all that coiled rage, the flashbacks, the way he destroyed that punching bag. Steve’s in as much pain as Tony right now. Not that anyone’s interested. They just want him to put on the suit and be glad they won the war. Tony’s comments earlier about Steve being “not of use” made their mark. Steve already feels outdated and useless. Tony represents everything Steve doesn’t understand about the new century, everything he hates; he’s an unreliable jumble of technology, ego and pop culture references Steve doesn’t understand. Oh, and Tony used to make weapons. Big weapons. How d’you think Steve felt when someone filled him in on the advances in warfare that happened while he was asleep?
And Tony? He’s having his insecurities thrown back at him by a living legend, by the man his father admired above all others; a man Howard Stark spent years digging through the ice for when he should have been caring for his son. Steve is talking, but I’m pretty sure Tony’s hearing his father.
“The only thing you fight for is yourself. You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play.”
Half of that sentence is true. Tony does fight for himself; he fights to redeem himself every day, not because of the body count his weapons have amassed (Natasha’s not the only one with red in her ledger) but because he doesn’t see himself as worthy of anything. Of the suit, of the few friends he has, of his money, of his life. He fights every day to prove to himself that he deserves to exist. And that is why he would make the sacrifice play. In a heartbeat. If he doesn’t deserve to be here, it’s only right he die for someone who does. And Steve just told him “yeah, you’re right, you don’t deserve to be here. I know guys worth ten of you, and they’re dead, and you’re alive.”
It’s awful, really, how much these two men are capable of hurting each other.
And yet. Underneath the barbs and the anger and the hurt, this exchange shows exactly why they work so well together.
“…to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you.”
“I think I would just cut the wire.”
“Always a way out.”
That. That right there. Tony is a master at thinking on his feet, at improvisation, at taking risks that tend to pay off. He’s brilliant, but volatile. And Steve is strategic, methodical, noble almost to a fault. Tony could come up with solutions Steve would never even dream of, and vice versa; when Tony spends time hacking into SHIELD’s servers, Steve investigates on foot. They are exact opposites, in personality and skill, and that’s why they’re the unofficial leaders of the Avengers. The differences that drive them apart in this scene are what’s going to make them unstoppable later on. Because they’re not half as good at anything as when they’re doing it next to each other.
I-
I-
I just
I just
Fuck, man. F u c k
Oh, my god.
This is so much more completely heart wrenching once they get to the end of the invasion, because Tony? He doesn’t so much lay on the wire, as he does trip it, scoop the live mine up and run with it for the nearest enemy foxhole.
When Steve’s staring up at the portal, hesitating to give that command, he’s not hearing ‘Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.’
He’s hearing, ‘You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play.’
And all he can do is hope and pray, because dear God, how wrong he was.
LET ME MARRY THIS GODDAMN POST.
And this is the other “best interpretation of this scene.” I have no idea if Joss intended this metric ton of character depth and analysis when he wrote this movie or if it’s fans finding something that wasn’t originally intended to be there but is well-supported anyway; it’s fantastic either way. I love this post and I love this movie and I love this fandom.
<3
(Source: hemsworthss)
Via So, I Screwed My Companions
Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.
>_>
I watch Supernatural. And read Game of Thrones.
I would include the nice long list if it wouldn’t be a huge spoiler alert.
(Source: thefourthfireshadow)
She wants me to tell her a story.
Not just any story, of course. This story. This convoluted, complicated, multi-faceted, more-layers-than-an-onion tale about mages and monsters and templars and tyrants, about the lonely and the displaced and the angry and the helpess, about rises to power and falls from grace…
I know the Seeker’s time is not to be wasted, and I know what she’s looking for. But my fingers drift across each of their pictures in turn, and I see them as clear as day — Isabela pelting after Fenris with a wet rag on the Wounded Coast, Anders trying to stifle an involuntary grin as Merrill performs her best kitten impersonation to smooth the lines from his forehead, Aveline huffing in exasperation because I’ve made another sly dig about her and that upstanding guardsman of hers…
I don’t see Hawke anymore.
Because I’m no longer sure who Hawke is, or was, or if Hawke ever was. Neither was Merrill, last time I saw her — poor Daisy thinks she made the Champion up all by herself. Fenris mutters about mages and subsides, and it’s bottoms-up with the bottle. Anders… well. I don’t know what to say about poor Anders anymore. Even the strongest men can only lose but so much before they start crumbling.
Hawke kept us together, I know that much. Hawke pushed us to our limits, opened our eyes, dried our tears, kept our senses of black humour well-oiled. Hawke was all of us… or none of us, but something vital that all of us required…But I cannot tell the Seeker any of that.
It’s a Champion she’s looking for. It’s a Champion I must give her.
And no matter who or what Hawke was… or wasn’t… Hawke’s story needs to be told, for all of our sakes, and since I am the only man who can do it…I fold my hands over the page with their portraits, I look up at her with the easy smile of a sane man, and I begin.
so perfect
(Source: blood-and-lyrium)
Via Dragon Age Fan Week
Once upon a time, there came a day, a day unlike any other… when Earth’s mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat… to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand… on that day, The Avengers were born.
YES OH MY GOD THIS IS BETTER. I mean I love Nick Fury as Mr. Bubbles more. Totally fits. yes. good.
I’m shaving my head over this right now.
close up the internet, i’m done.
Oh man. The Scar/Loki is PERFECT.
Tony Stark as Kuzco!!!
(Source: bartonesque)
Via minor earth major sky
I am normally immune to puppy eyes, but….. Mischa
(Source: angelofthursdaycastiel)
Via Black Coffee & Ink
This has to be one of the most memorable “funny” moments in the entire series for me.
(Source: deanschevyimpala)
Via nobody puts baby in the corner

