Looked Up Celebrities With My Sun Moon And Rising And Didn’t Recognize Anyone So I Guess I’m The

if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

the thing I can’t get over about you’re the most caring man on earth, you are the most selfless, loving human being is that the narrative really decided that yes, in fact, this deserved to be acknowledged, out loud, definitively, as an absolute truth. this singular man, out of every person in every universe, is constructed of such a deep wellspring of tenderness and love that the mere act of speaking the fact of it, with no expectation of return, could be a moment of pure happiness simply because it needed to be said. that this man who has had practically everything stolen from him, been manipulated, battered, betrayed, abandoned at every turn; who has endured and witnessed darkness that would swallow anyone else whole, who tries to mold himself to whatever others require or any situation needs, who lives with the constant weight of the evil of the world, and the impossible fight, and the mistakes, and the abuse, and the sacrifices and the catastrophic self-loathing, that he still stands there and radiates such a powerful love that it causes other beings to love the entire world through him and because of him. 

that the other emissaries of heaven were threatened because they can’t comprehend that love; that certain agents of darkness were drawn in because they’re deprived of and crave that love; that it could cause an angel to break ranks and choose him, that it would scream from his skin like a siren song, that it would keep time in his heart and measure the beats through every action. that his love is alluring and irrevocable and galaxy-defining. that this story’s God would be petty and jealous and deceiving, act as a puppet-master, and not know love at all, be an almighty moving his chess pieces dispassionately, and that even he would see Dean as nothing but a weapon, his blunt instrument to wield, and because this God can’t fathom what this one man is capable of, he fails to control him. because the rage and the loss and the responsibility was foisted upon him unfairly, was part of the plan, but the spark of his soul was not. the capacity of his love and compassionate courage is all his, is all him to the essence.

and so he’s more than everyone, even the author himself. more acutely human. more radiantly holy.

and as someone who’s argued this point for years, waxed poetic about it and wept over it and clung too closely to his character because of it, been frustrated when the narrative tried to sublimate it and yet knew it always burnished his being, hearing it spoken aloud was like exhaling and then catching your breath when you didn’t even realize you were drowning a moment earlier.

I’ve used that Siken quote (do I apologize for being that girl, that cliche? never) forever -  Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. and it his religion, his true faith, his freedom and authenticity lives in it. it’s a transcendence. it’s so big that Cas, a soldier meant only to serve that controlling, capricious God, looked at that love and saw actual divinity, and it was transformative. love is Dean’s religion - but Cas’ religion is Dean, and then the story’s underlying text is that, because it’s an act of free will, everyone else’s faith should be rooted there too. you can die for love, they all have. Dean deserves to live for it, because the world needs it and is better and more beautiful because of it.

it’s such a profound concept in the narrative and so huge and metaphorical, and such a radical departure from any stereotype that stories usually rely on for heroes like Dean, that Dean becomes something else altogether. he’s a unique being not only in his own universe, but in ours. it’s. whew. it really is the beginning and the end of everything.

☄ “anything as universal as death must be a blessing.”    

734 Luciferin — or “Lucy”, as the internet lovingly shorthands it — is classified as a NEO, or near-Earth object. it first appears as a twinkle in the late, winter sky and barrels into the collective consciousness within 72 hours. there is a 92% chance of impact / 28.77% chance of survival.  

— asteroidsfm is small, mature (21+), limited-run roleplay heavily inspired by the netflix film don’t look up & tommy wallach’s we all looked up. this group follows the intertwined lives of twelve, late 20-somethings who’ve been told that a huge asteroid is set to impact Earth in a few months. plenty of skeletons are open! come party through the end of times with us.

a list of quirks for characters to make them a little more interesting

doesn’t like to wear shoes

always has a piece of sugarfree gum in their mouth

has a collection of cartoon dvds

walks everywhere they go

only wears pastel colors

won’t go anywhere without three hairbands on their wrist

refuses to wear any shoes except red converse

has a crippling fear of something mundane like mushrooms

has a dream notebook filled with every dream they can remember

has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits

only wears vintage clothing

has damaged hair from messing with it too much

super good at advanced math but can’t do addition for shit

believes in the supernatural, like ghosts

likes to go on midnight shopping trips and run through stores

gets too emotionally attached

loves dogs and has three of them

has hallucinations, but not scary ones

works at a fast food establishment in their free time

always carries a musical instrument with them

always carries a sketchbook with them

likes to name inanimate objects

strictly against drug use

excessively polite

excessively indecisive

can recite the first 200 digits of pi

can only play clocks by coldplay on the piano and plays it 24/7

gets itchy skin when anxious

has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep

worries that if they do one thing wrong they’ll die

obsessed with puzzles

obsessed with rpg videogames

texts with one thumb

always has red painted nails

an amazing runner with super toned legs

has a beautiful voice

has restless legs, especially at night

has terrible performance anxiety

doesn’t like to turn assignments in because they’re afraid they’ll fail

loves science but is really bad at it

can/can’t make friends easily

likes to lie in fields and stare at the stars

believes that wishes can come true

falls deeply in love

bruises super easily

beautiful/horrible handwriting

ambidextrous

only likes nintendo games

only drinks sparkling water

doesn’t watch tv/listen to music

goes to concerts every week

likes slam poetry

likes to study in coffee shops/libraries

doesn’t understand politics but tries nonetheless

wears the same sweatshirt every day

collects sweatshirts

works three part time jobs

crazy intelligent but super shy

likes to memorize phone numbers instead of writing them down

loves to calculate probability

gets homesick very easily

wants to leave home very badly

trips a lot

can’t dance but tries anyway

brushes their teeth seven times a day

incredibly honest to a sometimes brash extent

only draws with mechanical pencils

only writes with pens

collects pens from hotels

wants to believe in heaven but can’t

watches a ton of anime

makes people cute nicknames

makes people origami

uses origami as a coping mechanism

owns a ton of t-shirts from hot topic, but has never been inside

makes all their own food

vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian

eats rice krispies every morning

does everything “for the aesthetic”

watches kids shows

goes to a private school

short term memory loss

loves disney movies

makes lists of random things in their free time

only eats foods with a spoon

only likes to wear skirts

never has their hair down

dyes their hair every two weeks

likes to collect pokemon cards

gets obsessed with games really easily

gives up too easily

gets their heart broken too often

has a mysterious disease

has a big social media following

tries too hard to be popular

likes to draw everything and everyone

can eat a whole lemon

listens to “edgy” music all the time

He was too rich; like fine chocolate, deprivation and excess of him toed the same thin line.

waiting for roses; b.e. (via fluerdelis)

cause of death: boredom 

make an magic rp that’s not based on h*rry p*tter challenge. please.

the simon snow series (carry on) & the shades of magic series are right there! :(

take me with you. : road trip plot where muse a and muse b are like college roommates/best friends x1000 like they practically spend every moment with each other and everything and stay up all night watching reruns of their favorite shows, sharing almost every meal bc they’re cheap like that and don’t mind, having shitty jobs with huge dreams and all that. muse a has a long distance high school sweetheart bf/gf who moved across country for school/job and when their relationship starts to strain, muse a reallllly feels strongly about driving across country to see them to try and fix things (they also might suspect the person is cheating on them). flying ain’t an option bc they’re intensely scared of being in the air & also they have no car. that’s where their partner in crime, muse b comes in. muse b has the car, soundtrack, and the navigational skills, muse a has the money, the lively company, and the snacks. they ditch classes for about a week or something and plan it out vaguely but end up just bullshitting the rest of the trip there. 

attention: this is the MEAT of the plot!!!!! they go clubbing, visit lame museums, become extras in a movie, get kicked out of zoos/parks or some shit, stay in crappy motels, get stalked by someone who muse b is convinced a total psycho, attend festivals and act like total kids, are forced to take lots and lots and LOTS of detours, end up fixing the car once or twice, go camping in an abandoned barn/middle of nowhere/other shady place, crash random weddings, get arrested, almost start the apocalypse, and so much more. 

of course tons of weird, sexual tension and maybe even some things happen on the trip that they don’t wanna speak about which kind of adds some tension there (hell tbh they might not even reach their destination and decide to turn around) BUT if they make it to where they need to go in a matter of what was supposed to be a week trip ( now probably 2 or 3), muse a goes looking for their long distance bae when they get there and then gets their heart broken while muse b is there to help pick up the pieces. and then muse b picks this time when they’re gong back home to confess how they’ve always loved muse a but the past week(s) they’ve started to really, really fall in love with them and they don’t wanna ruin what they have and blah blah. muse a is confused, vulnerable but can’t deny that they’ve always felt this stronger connection with muse b compared to everyone else in their lives. then the two of them start to figure out their lives from there and learn how to love and give and GROW and accept and celebrate and so many fluffy and angsty things. FUCK. 

bonus points if: 

it’s a f/f or m/m plot and they have to do a lot of coming out to each other and then to family and friends back home

muse a does not feel the same way when muse b confesses their love at first and they have a really big, emotional, enlightening blow-upppp

when/if they get back home, muse b’s ex comes back in their life and becomes an obstacle between them and muse a

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so get this, they had a perfect script, destiel endgame, full gay fest in Heaven, but then the ultimate shitstorm of 11/5/2020 happened and they chickened out, cut Cas off and had to shoot the whole “after Dean died” montage fiasco in two week and that’s the only justification for a dead possum wig and blurry Eileen I’ve got