Sam is organising some of their archived items one day, and tries on the Holy Fire glasses just as Castiel walks into the room. He tries not to freak out because now he can see that Cas is surrounded by floating, glowing eyes.
Sam takes the glasses off. Normal regular Cas.
Puts them back on. Eyes everywhere.
Cas looks over and sees Sam's strange expression, not knowing the glasses he's wearing have been treated with Holy Fire, and asks if he's okay.
Sam fumbles his way through a "Yeah- I'm uh- I'm fine."
While they're talking Sam notices that actually, only a handful of the eyes floating around Cas are open, looking at him, while the rest are closed.
But then Dean walks into the room.
Instantly all of Cas's glowing eyes snap open and follow his movement through the room. "Hey Sam, hey Cas," Dean greets, unaware of the eyes watching him.
"Hello, Dean," Cas replies, all the eyes squinting closed like a happy cat.
Sam watches with interest. "Cas?" he says.
Cas's physical body turns to him, but only a few of the eyes leave Dean. "Yes, Sam?"
"Nothing."
The eyes all return to Dean before Cas even finishes saying, "If you're sure."
..........Sam is unsurprised.
people who write fics. how do you feel about comments on super old ones you wrote like 2+ years ago
Why thank you sir/ma'am/insert appropriate formal term here. Always such a nice gentlefish. Made my day
there's a trans man reading this post right now and he's so hot
Hey Valgrace nation how are we feeling about the fact that we’ve got more fics than Leo’s canon relationship now 😌
I've always wondered why I and so many others crave to see our favourite characters bloodied and beaten to near death, choking on vomit, collapsing to the floor in what may seem like senseless torture but may actually be some sort of coping mechanism, and I have thought of a few reasons.
You crave the vulnerability that comes with physical and/or mental trauma.
It's not the whump itself, but rather the comfort that comes after it. Fainting and waking up to worried faces, wet cloths and hushed whispers of a family that you yourself will never experience so you project it onto a fictional character. You just want to be seen and taken care of.
You're suffering from a physical/ mental illness and want some form of comfort or solidarity.
If you write, you revel in the control you have over another where you have no control in reality.
If you write, you're expressing your own inner pain through writing.
You want to feel something.
You're just horny in the sex-repulsed way and whump is your smut (?? What does this even mean)
You're just horny.
[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'Biden proposed a Supreme Court reform to constitutionally limit presidential immunity and introduce 18-year terms for the judges.' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]
This will probably not pass because of the Republican majority but it shows what the Democrat's view is on this much criticized decision of the Supreme Court and their lifelong terms.
WHAT ARE WE?!
WRITERS!!!
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!
WRITE!!!!!
WHEN ARE WE GONNA DO IT?!
((Disgruntled muttering))
This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain