(or: Neil Gaiman, Your Brain is Gorgeous But I Have Cracked Your Sneaky Little Code And Have You Dead To Rights*) (*Maybe)
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Soooooo I just spent the last 48 hours having a BREATHTAKING GALAXY BRAIN EPIPHANY about Good Omens Season 2 and feverishly writing a fuckin16,000 word essay about the incredible magic trick that @neil-gaiman pulled off.
Yes, it’s long, but I PROMISE your brains will explode. Do you want to know how magic works? Do you want to know what Metatron’s deal is (I’m like 99% sure of this and it’s EXTREMELY FUCKING GOOD)? Do you want to know about the Mystery of the Vanishing Eccles Cakes and the big fat beautiful clue I found in the opening credits? Do you go through the whole inventory of Chekov’s Firearm & Heavy Artillery Discount Warehouse?
Here is the essay, go read it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/193IXS11XN46lziHRb6eUpM17yK0BQkRqke1Wh64A_e0/ When ur done u can tell me I’m an insane crackpot, and u know what, i won’t even be offended
In case you don’t know whether you want to bother reading the whole enormous thing on google docs, I’ve put the first couple sections of it under the cut. JUST TRUST ME OKAY, HEAR ME OUT, THIS IS VERY EXTREMELY COOL, NEIL IS GOOD AT HIS JOB–
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no, you don't understand... As soon as Cas got back from the empty and there was Destiel kiss, Dean would treat him like a Queen. Pampering, hand kisses, sandwiches, bees, etc
Bippity boppity bluid
You are now genderfluid
Bippity boppity bay
You are now gay
nov 5 is anniversary dinner at the winchester household but it's like..no one talks about it. everyone gets together but they pretend like it's because it's just. you know. a regular coincidence! we're just hanging out! we didn't even look at the calendar! they're all laughing too loud and forcing jokes and being overly casual about it.
dean gets real quiet when there's a break in conversation or when he's alone. cas gets this look in his eyes like he's not where he is. if they can't bear to be separated on the day, well. no one has to know. or even if they do, no one mentions it. so they eat one handed and they hold hands under the table until their knuckles are turning white and they're just standing pressed together when they're supposed to be doing the dishes and they DON'T talk because they still can't figure out how to sometimes and today is definitely the day that is sometimes. and if they get hugged extra tight when everyone leaves, well. they don't mention it. they're grateful but they don't talk about it.
the first year, it's almost a wake in the house. well, there was no house then, but there was the bunker, and it was home. but yes. it was almost a wake, disguised as a celebration. they'd all crowded around the map table, sitting in chairs and on the surface and trading stupid stories and playing boardgames and throwing scrabble tiles at each other because that's not a fucking word, dean and then even when they'd tired of the act, they just sort of sat together and drank and said nothing like it was agreed upon beforehand that they weren't gonna let dean and cas be alone and dean had been so grateful he didn't know what to do with it. it was like this grief wasn't supposed to be there, you know? but it was. it was. and there was no ignoring it. but you couldn't let it drown you so you did what you could.
the year after that is more of the same, though the house had emptied before midnight . and yes there was a house by then. and a porch swing and deck chairs and kitchen windows and her gardens and retirement, even though dean didn't think he'd ever get used to the taste of that word in his mouth. dean woke up that year with a pit in his stomach and he'd panicked because cas wasn't there, cas wasn't touching him, cas was gone , gone, gone, but then he'd blinked his eyes open to see that cas had just curled away from him in the night, was still here, sleeping, soft and open mouthed, and dean could touch him without straightening the bend in his elbow and he did and he tugged until they were pressed together again and he'd closed his eyes and sighed. cas went somewhere far away during the day, and dean thought he was going to suffocate in the house because he didn't know how to bring him back, to make him aware of the ground under his feet. but then his family was there, filing into the house somewhere around noon, in groups of twos and threes. they brought food and wine and movies and they pulled at the arms of the men who'd turned hollow-eyed until something like light slipped back into them.
it's the third year now, and the dishes are drying on the rack and the house is emptied of its guests and the quiet is just a little bit more bearable than it was the year before but somehow that feels like enough, because dean's not drowning and neither is cas, even if the water pulls at their legs, and that's a damn win in his book. dean checks the locks on the doors and the windows of his house and brings cas an afghan, drapes it over his shoulders, pulls him close until he's lying back against dean's chest on the couch. and they turn on the tv and it's the kind of shitty programming that comes on when it's after halloween and not yet christmas and it's pushing 2 am on the oven clock, but it's good white noise, and sometimes cas laughs and dean feels it against his chest, in his bones, and he thinks that's all it's about anyway. that laugh's kind of the point of everything. so he sighs and hooks his shoulder on Cas' chin and doesn't say how scared he is, sometimes, even now, or how he doesn't want to close his eyes tonight, because he's not sure what he'll wake up to tomorrow and doesn't say that there's something stinging the back of his eye even if there's no reason for it. instead he just slips his fingers through Cas' and buries his nose in cas ' hair and breathes. and well, isn't that a miracle.
Supernatural cat names
- catstiel (castiel)
- Sam and Dean winchespurr
(team fur will)
- lucipurr (Lucifer)
- rawrphael (Raphael)
- Rowena mclawed (McLeod)
- purrgus mclawed (Fergus McLeod, AKA Crowley)
- meowy catbell (Mary Campbell)
REBLOG IF YOU HAVE OTHER IDEAS
Finally watched all of good omens, it sure was good at making me cry
If you like the word “queer” reblog.
Making my own tags into a separate post because why not?
I should've saved the fics I like while scrolling and now that I'm in section 90 I figured out I can start now and visit the section 1-89 later.
Babysitter - where Cas and Dean got hit by a de-aging spell and Sam is stuck with 3 year old big brother and angel of the Lord.
Dragon in the cup - obviously. Cas is the Dragon. Like Haku from spirited away but enough to fit in a mug. And cuter.
Only children and fools tell the truth - Dean in pacifier. I died.
Across the Devide - Cas forgets everything and the only lead he has is a bright green eyes.
F.U Flowers - Destiel AU where Cas is mad to his coworker and asked the flower shop owner for help.
Little big brother - Dean is a 5 years old who needs to take care of Sam.
Summoning a Deanmon - Cas is being bullied and decided to make a deal with a Demon in flannel shirt.
Three and a half foot angel or not - Cas got cursed with deaging spell. But He is still an angel of the Lord and a soldier.
I've fallen in love many times - Where Cas tells Dean about the love of his life and Dean gets jealous.
I was never gone - Soulmate AU where Cas and Dean don't know they are soulmates but their friends do.
(Don't) fear the reaper - Castiel is an odd reaper and Dean is...Dean.
Part 1 / ?
This is random, the only thing common about these is they're not that long. 1k - 5k mostly. The reaper, if I remember correctly, has 50k? 9 parts. I think same with Across the Devide. But these are all great. I saved them thinking I want to read them again. Most of them are fluff. (But I do read smut and I'll try to include those next time.)