I Am Making Jokes But I Am Also Feeling Indescribable Rage At The Prospect Of Millions Of Pounds Of Taxpayer

Love hurts

You were a hunter who tended to expect the unexpected but even you didn't expect to see him after all this time. Castiel. You met Castiel years ago after Sam and Dean introduced you to each other and you had hit off right away. It was a while before the Angel admitted feeling something for you. You were together for a while before he ended it. You remember being devastated and hurt beyond repair as he told you he didn't want to be with you anymore, that it was interfering with his mission - you were interfering with his mission. It was totally unexpected so you hadn't been prepared for it. The hurt on your face must have shown because his eyes instinctively softened and he reached out to you but you ducked away from his touch and ran away. You hadn't seen him since. You never went back. You just left without a word, ditching your phones and cards so you couldn't be traced. You stopped praying and hunted alone. It happened at a bar. At first, you refused to date, refused to sleep with anyone else but over time you realized you couldn't put your life on hold anymore. Your relationship was over and you owed him nothing. You were free to do whatever or whoever you wanted. So you did. You always made sure it was only physical when you were with someone. When you arrived at the bar, you didn't bother to look around, choosing instead to walk up to the bar. The man behind the bar smiled. "What will it be sweetheart?" You smiled back. "Double vodka, please." The man turned his back to you to prepare your drink. "Comin right up." You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see who it was. The guy was cute with dark hair and brown eyes. You gave a seductive smile. "See something you like cutie?" Surprisingly, the man blushed shyly. He gestured to the chair beside you. "May I?" Your smile softened. You loved a man with manners. "Sure." "What's your name? I'm Mike." "Y/N." "It's nice to meet you, Y/N." Castiel sighed for the hundredth time. He really didn't want to go to a bar and get 'laid' as Dean called it. He missed you. It had been about a year since he last saw you. He honestly hadn't expected you to run away and not come back but you had. After realizing he drove you away permanently, he did everything he could to find you so he could bring you back but he never did find you. Sam and Dean had tried to help but you were smart and ditched everything you had so you couldn't be found. The worst part was that you'd stopped praying to him. It left him feeling empty and lonely. His eyes swept the room and he froze, his blood ran cold. There sitting on a chair at the bar was you. And you were with another man. He watched as you smiled and laughed, your eyes soft. His heart sank and he stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. This was the moment he had been waiting for but now that the moment was finally there he didn't know what to do. Dean stopped next to him. "Cas? What's wrong with you?" Castiel said nothing but pointed at you. They turned to look and were surprised to see you. "Y/N?" Sam whispered. Dean's eyes darkened in both anger and worry. Unfortunately, anger won out and Castiel wanted to hide as he stalked over to you. "Y/N!" You froze at the sound of a very familiar voice. You closed your eyes and hoped with everything you had that Castiel wasn't with him. Your heart sank when you saw your hope wasn't answered. You stiffened, causing Mike to look at you curiously. You turned to him and gave a fake smile. "Sorry to cut this short but I have to leave. I'll be here tomorrow though," you added hopefully. Mika chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "No problem. See you tomorrow." You watched as he left the bar before getting to your feet and walking past them impassively. You rolled your eyes as Dean grabbed you by the arm. "What?!" Dean's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the hell were you thinking?! Leaving like that. You do realize we were looking for you for ages, right?" You shrugged. You didn't ask them to look. They should have known when Castiel told them what happened. That was why you hadn't felt guilty over it. "And what about Cas?" Your eyes hardened and you yanked your arm out of his grip. "What about him?" You sneered. "He was looking everywhere for you." You scoffed bitterly. "Really? I find that hard to believe. And even if he did I couldn't care less. What he does is not my problem. Not anymore." You gave one last cold look at him before storming out of the bar, leaving Dean confused. "Alright, spill it!" Dean barked at Castiel. The Angel looked anywhere but at him. "Spill what?" "Why did Y/N act like she was surprised we were looking for her? And why didn't she believe you were looking? She said she doubted it. What did she mean?" Castiel stayed silent. "Cas, man. We can't help you until you tell us what's going on," Sam said sympathetically. "I told her I didn't want to be with her anymore. I told her she was interfering with my mission. She ran away and I haven't seen her since," he admitted. Dean was furious. "Are you serious?! You said that? Well, no wonder she left and didn't wanna be found. This would have been good to know before." Castiel's head snapped up. "Why? So you could stop looking for her?" He demanded angrily. "You would have liked that, wouldn't you?" "I'M not the one that threw her away like trash!" Dean spat back. "I did it to protect her," Castiel argued weakly. Dean snorted. "Some protection. You DO realize for all we knew she could have been captured, tortured or killed by now. And all cause she ran away and we wouldn't have known." Castiel's jaw clenched but he didn't say anything. The older Winchester was right. He saw that now but it was too late. He didn't think you would take him back. Not now. He stepped back, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and he vanished without another word.

Yep.

There’s 1 Day Til Christmas!

I am!

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Reasons why Mary Winchester should've stayed dead

I don’t know what most think about Mary Winchester but lemme tell you why I don’t like her. These are my reasons.

1. She’s been dead too long and to bring her back now seems pointless really. Pointless and awkward having her around. It’s not her time so she has to waste time ‘catching up’ and learning everything while having to deal with her back into their lives. As if they don’t have enough on their plate.

2. I think her character is dull and boring and maybe a little cold at times and manipulative.

3. She betrayed them. She helped the British men of letters despite what they did to Sam (her SON) and the fact they can’t exactly be trusted.

4. She put them in danger and lied to them. The incident with Ramiel was her fault. She had what he wanted and could have spoken up about it and spared them but chose not to. Cas almost DIED because of it and if not for Crowley, he would have. His blood would have been on her hands and for what?! To help the BMOL?! Unbelievable. She put her kids in danger and almost got their best friend killed and still didn’t bother to admit what she’d done. Every mother knows you NEVER put your kids in danger, not for anything. Even John Winchester would never do that and I’m certain he’d be ashamed of her actions.

5. She lied. She lied about wanting space and time to them. She lied to their faces and more than once.

6. Justification. She tried to justify her actions to Dean when he found out what she’d done. Me personally, I’m glad he kicked her out. Good riddance as far as I’m concerned. I don’t trust her…at all.

an explanation is not owed

as a woman with a kink blog I feel very obliged to say this: if you voted for Trump or are a supporter in any form please unfollow me immediately because I don't ever wanna be in contact with someone who gives zero fucks about my rights

thank you and I hope you never get to touch a woman ever again in your life

I’ve been noticing omething, and I am curious if @flamingdumpsterkittn and @accidental-muse and the other women speaking up are noticing it, too. The silence of men. The deafening silence of them. All these men that called him brother in their reblogs, why so quiet now?

If I found out someone I called brother had been actively preying on women I’d be hard-pressed not to publicly shame them. But that’s me. I lost a 50K blog speaking up and none of the women he preyed on were friends of mine or even acquaintances. Strangers to me.

So here is my prediction: all the men in this community? they are all praying this blows over or that they can just label women speaking up as crazy and keep being in satellite orbit around a predator beause of all the kink girls they find there. If they make the crazy label stick they can keep doing what they do: staying silent in the face of this and choosing instead to be endlessly reblogging photos of half-naked skinny white girls looking lustfully at the camera which they caption Sir knows you are a good girl 🖤🍾💣🗝🖤.

Here is my other prediction: if the crazy label doesnt stick, at some point a few, and then more and more of these same men, snowball effect style, will then start posting, weeks and months after this all came out, about how they just knew something was off with ole 144 the whole time. Some might even pretend they were out here the whole time, warning people, its just that post got deleted by their girlfriend in Canada, or that they were somehow, like heros, working behind the scenes to stop him. But they wont speak until some ridiculously large critical mass of women’s pain occurs, and thst might not happen because for them to decide to say anything, a LOT of women are going to have to drag their shame out in public and let people gawk for entertainment. Slap a popcorn eating gif on their pain.

These two reactions? This why men like ole 144 get away with it. Men enable it. His brothers enable it. If you are a man and he is your mutual and you said nothing yesterday, while blogging inane musings or dull porn, you are pathetic. Full stop. And now women know something about you: when the chips are down you will always choose being comfortable over doing the right thing. Sit with that deficit of character for awhile, while you write your blog posts about leadership and accountabilty and community.

The stories coming out about the absolutely useless cops that were at the scene of the shooting is proof that those billions of dollars given to the police are to protect themselves and not the people. They want to be deemed heroes, but are disgusting cowards who shit their pants when confronted with the task of doing exactly what they signed up for. So cop lovers save me the “not all cops are the same” rhetoric because when you see how cops turned their cowardly backs on the hopeless children who were being murdered inside their classrooms and handcuffed parents who were desperately trying to save their children we saw first hand that they don’t value human life.