Here’s your angsty harkstiel headcanon for the afternoon.
Jack met Castiel by chance before he met the Doctor. Maybe it was war-torn London, maybe it was some far flung planet far in the future, where one lonely traveler comforted another. He has no idea what an impression he left on Castiel, or even what he was.
But even if he’s never seen the angel since, he’s dreamed about him. Not often, maybe a handful of times a century, but boy, are they memorable. Flying biplanes over France like a pair of sunfishing dolphins. Screaming down a lonely Umbrian road on an old motorcycle, spires of trees and gilded fields whipping by, Castiel a hot wall against his back and hips. Spitting gravel from the tires of a jeep at midnight in a hilly wasteland, and this time Castiel is driving, and Jack has his hand between the stranger’s thighs.
All that heat and crazy speed and joy. Jack never sees the unwinding dragon, the storm, the smoke of the wildfire behind them. Never knows that what they’re running from are the worst of his nightmares. Never knows he’s being watched and protected.
One lonely traveler, wounded and trapped in the dark, does what he can to shield the man who once did the same for him.
one of my favorite things about fandom is that the exchange of intellectual and creative property is a legitimate form of gift giving. like ‘i’m so enchanted by you, i love you, let me tell you a story’
No matter how lonely and isolated and starved for connection you are, there’s always the possibility in the online world that you can find a place to be accepted, or discover a friendship that’s started with the smallest of interests but could last a lifetime.
do u have those mutuals who are like WAY COOLER THAN U and when they reblog/like ur stuff ur just like 👀💯✔️👀
has anyone else ever looked back at a friendship with someone from the internet and thought to themselves that i’m so glad i decided to befriend them because they make me so happy
Germans: “Yeah we really fucked up with the Nazis we’re sorry about that let’s ban all their symbols and teach our kids that we were wrong.”
White Americans: “It’s our HERITAGE. I have RIGHTS, you don’t know ANYTHING ABOUT HISTORY, we didn’t even lose! It wasn’t even about slavery, it was the WAR of NORTHERN AGGRESSION.”
THE ENTERPRISE GETS ATTACKED BY A LARGE CLOUD OF SPACE ICE.
SIR WERE BEING HAILED.
#UHURA DELIVERS THE PUN WITH A STRAIGHT FACE #KIRK STARTS TO REPLY BEFORE IT CLICKS AS TO WHAT SHE SAYS AND WHEN IT DOES HE JUST. STOPS #SPOCK IS DOING THAT THING WHERE HE’S LAUGHING BUT ISN’T BECAUSE HE DOESN’T ~DO~ THAT SORT OF THING OBV #CHEKOV AND SULU ARE DYING OF LAUGHTER (via the-secret-police-of-night-vale)
This is for all the unsung fic writers; the ones who don’t make the must-read lists, the ones who don’t get recced, the ones who don’t get hundreds of kudos, the rarepair writers out on the peripheries of fandom, the ones who toil away quietly for the handful of people who read and love them. You matter – you’re a writer too, and don’t you ever forget it. 🙂
Amen. You ALL matter. Every word you write matters. Whether you know it or not, your words have made someone’s day better or brighter or made their life a little easier to bear.
And yes, I’m talking about YOU. And YOU. Yeah, and YOU, too.
theblueboxhasarrivedincamelot:
Headcanon that Martha goes to church or a concert and hears “Abide with Me” (the song that the people sing in Gridlock), and recognizes it, and can’t explain the tears to her friends.
I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.
They are undercover in a nightclub. In order to keep their cover from being blown, he has to kiss another man.
He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters.
Someone asks him how he knows how to do Traditionally Feminine Thing. “I have four sisters,” he answers.
This is also how he knows how to fight while armed with nothing but a purse, a high heel shoe, and a can of hair spray. During this fight, he is, for no apparent reason, shirtless.
But all that being said, he’s killed off to further the plot of the spy. She mourns him for a while but by the end of the film there’s a new guy. He’s pretty much exactly like the old one but this one has brown hair and a hint of an accent. The movie ends with her driving off with him in the passenger seat while he is topless and smirking as if his character knows something and will ever be seen again.