eriquin:

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jupiterjames:

Okay, thinking about it, the only acceptable reason to bother with Nick is if to have canon proof that you can kill the archangel without killing the human, thus saving Dean without it being way too implausible, since pretty much every other angel has lost body and grace, but only one has been stabbed with an archangel blade.

Hm. Acceptable alternative to Dean ejecting him I guess.

Yeah but they still need another archangel to use it. 

Unless they retcon that too. 

That’s why it better be some version of Gabriel. But it’s reasonable to assume that Michael is going to bring some of his angels over at some point considering there’s only 11-ish left in this universe, and he’s too busy being all full of himself to be making more angels with any sort of alacrity.

Okay, thinking about it, the only acceptable reason to bother with Nick is if to have canon proof that you can kill the archangel without killing the human, thus saving Dean without it being way too implausible, since pretty much every other angel has lost body and grace, but only one has been stabbed with an archangel blade.

Did anyone else feel weird with Sam being the one to say, “we get Cas back.” I don’t think anyone besides Dean has ever said it and it’s like being in a dream where everything is the same except for one small thing that makes it all suddenly weird.

I will say this, though. While I’m totally against bringing Lucifer back or bothering with Nick, that scene with him and Sam was amazing. Jared nailed all of that simmering and continued trauma. I like that they didn’t brush off the trauma and have Sam be fine with Nick just because Lucifer wasn’t in him anymore. I will applaud that.

Finger Painted Grace is one of my very favorite stories. It’s my comfort fic when I’m having a bad day. It’s on my Kindle and I’ve read it at least 5 times now I think. Than you.

Wow, gosh, thank you, anon! I don’t think any of my gods have ever been like that for someone (or at least no one’s told me so). I’m INCREDIBLY touched and grateful. I hope it keeps being such a nice relaxation piece for you for as long as you need it to be! 😀

A Trope I Need More Of

You know what I need more of in stories in general?

The “I’m not sure if we’re friends” friend trope. 

Like, it’s a person you’ve known your whole life, but aren’t really sure if you’re friends or not because they’re just to this side of literally everyone else you hang out with, but you’ve known them forever and they just don’t ever leave your life for more than maybe a year.

Like, the kid you met in kindergarten who made everyone mad one day because during recess they ate every single color of the PlayDoh, and now no one can make a multi-colored worm for 30 minutes.

In middle school they mixed up everything on their lunch tray into the center portion (including the milk) and said “dare me to eat it?” and no one dared them, but they ate it anyway.

In high school, you were pretty sure they were on some kind of drugs, but could never be one hundred percent sure. But they’d never tell you what they did on the weekend, mostly because they were grounded like, forever for trying to Doc Brown the family station wagon on Saturday morning.

In college they bounce around from major to major, and Philosophy definitely made them completely unashamed of being weird. And at 3:00 AM before finals on an all night study session binge, end up nearly convincing you of the Illuminati. And by 6:00 AM, you’re having an existential crisis after too many Red Eye coffees and a dozen Snickers bars because they have convinced you that we actually live in the Matrix.

Then you lose touch for a while, and think back sometimes at each stage. If you were asked to name your top 10 friends, or maybe even all of your friends, it wouldn’t occur to you to put them on the list, because you never really made friends with them. They were just always around. 

But they see your FaceBook post when your direct family member passes away, and they come to the funeral and give you a Fruit By the Foot with their sincere condolences because there was that one time in 5th grade you wrapped the whole thing around your finger and pretended it was a talon and it was super fun.

You’re not sure what job they have, and idly wonder about it from time to time, but they always seem happy when they pop back up to tell you out of the blue that they’re going to some tiny country to seek out the Fountain of Youth, and you’re not even surprised. It’s totally something you’d expect. You won’t hear from them for several months and then suddenly a text saying, “our third grade teacher was an alien for real, and I have proof.”

I need more of that. Not even played for laughs. Played for that strange, surreal sense that comes over us around those people and at some point the main character sitting back and suddenly realizing that this person is the only one who’s been around forever and has always known what to say and do, in their own quirky way. But they’re also the only person who has never let you down, and certainly never made you feel bad about anything ever.