okay time to go be a functioning member of society
it’s fine all i have to do is just not think about sam winchester
or dean winchester
or all of the angels who fell from heaven and plummeted to earth
or any episode of supernatural ever
you know what let’s just stay in bed
Castiel’s last thought before he is sent down to Earth, for what he knows is the last time, is Dean.
YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING
IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD
ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM
THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE
DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE
don’t talk to me about amy pond i’ll cry
dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a couple millennia
people who have the same name as me are competition
sext: sorry just got this text haha. do u still have a boner?
THE HOLLA COURSE
fantine greets eponine in the afterlife
“then you do not hate me?” eponine asks, confused and no less sad than before. the woman has been so kind to her. “after what i did? when we were children, i was cruel to the lark… and then when i found her again… i tried to… well, i…”
fantine smiles kindly, turning to eponine and cupping her face. ”we all make foolish mistakes as children, and when we are older do no less wild things to protect love and find happiness.” she kisses eponine’s brow before leaning away. “come in from the rain. come into the light.”
eponine takes her hand and follows, leaving the shadows behind her. a gust of air blows over her, drying and warming her at once. fantine does not drop her hand all the while, but continues to lead her on through the paradise.
“and i know when my daughter joins us,” fantine speaks, “someday in a long while, that she will bear her cheek to you so that you may kiss it, and the pair of you will live in peace as sisters forevermore from then. i promise you; just like that it is all forgiven.”
tears prickle eponine’s eyes, but no longer from sorrow. her chest swells with so much joy that she is certain she will simply burst.
“like sisters?” she asks slowly. ”then might you be like my mother? might i have a mother again? one who will brush my hair and sing sweet songs and love me very much?”
fantine smiles back at her. ”i should very much like to have another daughter i can love.”