I love when people typo definitely into defiantly, it makes everything sound daring and radical. “This is defiantly true.” “This is defiantly worthwhile.” “This is defiantly awesome.”
Dogs are the literal best and let me tell you why.
When my parents are out of town, my pup Remmy sleeps downstairs with me. I don’t mind because the basement is chilly sometimes and he’s a fuzzy little space heater. But he always does this weird thing and I didn’t figure out why until last night.
I’m a stomach-sleeper, while the rest of my family are back-sleepers. So Remmy has taken up this very different behavior with me (my family says he doesn’t do it with them). It always takes me a while to settle down, but when I do, Remmy takes his head off of his paws and rests it square in the center of my back.
So I’m thinking, “What’s the point of that? It can’t be comfortable. It cranes his neck in a funny way, and besides, every time I breathe his head goes up and down. That’s a weird thing.” So I formulate a hypothesis, and test it.
Last night, I got comfortable, Remmy put his head on my back, I waited a while, then I held my breath. It took him a while to react, but when he did, he fuckin lost it. He started whining and yipping, and repeatedly licking my face and hands. And I was like oh my god.
Conclusion: my dog noticed that I slept in a way that was different from the rest of my family, thought “that kid is gonna die” and made sure that I never stopped breathing in the middle of the night.
Dogs are fuckin smart as hell. What a wonderful animal.
But for reals I want Cas to have a dog someday. A border collie/husky mix or a retriever mix, something with perky soft ears and big blue eyes and a go-getter adventurous spirit that just hugs the whole world all the time. It loves Castiel so much it doesn’t mind being shunted around subspace as a being of pure energy and it hangs out his car window and it sleeps with its head on his lap and he talks to it and they just get on like a house on fire.
And of course it dies. It dies, like all of them die. But he keeps getting more, and more, and when each one passes away, he leads it to a certain door in Heaven, where the others are – where Sam is. And Sam ribs him about all these dogs and Cas is just like I can’t think of a better place for a dog’s soul than here with you.
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i don’t care if i’ve never talked to you before
if you just randomly show up in my inbox and start yelling about ideas for headcanons/fics/aus i will immediately start yelling right back at you about said headcanon/fic/au
