when dean called him “sammy” again
when crowley called him “sam” instead of “moose”
when dean cried “castiel” instead of just “cas”
The worst part was that it didn’t hurt.
There was no fire-hot pain as his Grace was ripped from him.
His wings were not turn from his back, shredded, set on fire.
He had not plummeted to earth as a burning comet, bright like a falling star like he deserved.
Yet his brothers and sisters had suffered this fate.
He watched with newly human eyes, oh how dull their vision was, as the angels fell. Seraphs and Cupids alike decorated the night skies with white-gold fire. Scalded feathers sank to the ground still smoking, their sickly scent turning his stomach and tickling his nose as he watched in despair.
Earlier that day, he had thought that he had committed all the crimes that could be done against heaven under false pretenses. He had turned his back on his brethren, fought in a civil war to take back something that was never his, devoured the twisted souls of scum only to become a mockery of God, and slaughtered the angels mercilessly in their own paradise all for the sake of doing what he had thought was right.
This was why he should have never gotten involved in the Angel Tablet. He never should have trusted Metatron, the forgotten archangel, God’s scribe. He should have known that the moment he agreed to help his mere touch would soil and poison the rest of the heavenly host. But he went along with the pan, telling himself that he would finally be able to make amends and atone for his sins against his Father.
Instead, he had been the demise if everything he had cherished and loved. The very essence of his being had become the last key to thrust the angels from heaven.
“Please… Forgive me…” He whispered brokenly, staring up in awed horror, but there was no one to hear him now. No one left upstairs to hear his desperate prayers. He crumpled to his knees, hard ground bruising his skin, and openly cried for the first time of his existence.
He did not cry because of his humanity nor the constricting weight of guilt that wrapped around his chest.
Castiel wept for the end of heaven.
—It must be crippling to find that the one person who doesn’t mind the crack in your chassis has finally decided he has had enough.
Dean (Faith 1.12)
Why Society Still Needs Feminism
Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.
Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.
Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.
Because rape jokes are still a thing.
Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.
Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”
Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
Because Rush Limbaugh.
Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.
Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.
Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.
Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.
Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?
Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.
Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.
Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.
Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation."
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. — Jon Connington, A Dance With Dragons
people with money. only people with money (via daxsymbiont)
traveling the world, “dropping everything” and moving to another city/state/country, majoring in your liberal arts interest of choice, apply for your dream college, buying your dream house, working at your dream jobs, cultivating/building/guiding your own dreams, dreaming. living.