you guys don't get it derek hale is a beautiful pathetic man from the best/worst tv show of all time who has suffered beyond imagination and is a big brother AND a little brother and teens keep BULLYING HIM and he doesn't know how to STAND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON 🧍‍♂️ and he sometimes runs on all fours like an idiot and he lives in shitty derelict buildings 🏚 despite being a millionaire apparently and also he's autistic and also he makes terrible decisions and has never canonically fucked someone who isn't a murderer and one of his only living relatives is his uncle who killed his sister who derek then killed who then came back to life who also starts every sentence with well, well, well and derek works out in jeans in the burned shell of his childhood home and also i love him with my entire heart. and i want to push him in a well.
what is life? a never ending micromanagement hell?
when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.
insanely beautiful how dean asked cas not to change, fully convinced a change for the worst would be his fault, and still castiel changed and he told dean it was because of him and before dean could feel any guilt about it he made sure dean understood the changes he went through were for the best because being able to experience a love like the one castiel has for dean could never be considered anything but something wonderful and full of joy
being reckless and young is not how the damage got done!!!
they couldn't let buck and taylor stay friends bc she would have been so tired of this bullshit so long again and been like evan buckley if you don't get your shit together and tell eddie you're in love with him so help me god i will announce it on the 5 o'clock news that two firefighters at the 118 are lovesick idiots incapable of just fucking talking to each other so how can they possibly be trusted with the people of los angeles
an act of rebellion
4x01 "Lazarus Rising" / 4x02 "Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester" /  Paradies Lost, John Milton (illustration by Gustave Doré) / Jeremiah 51:20 / 10x14 "The Executioner's Song" / 7x21 "Reading is Fundamental" (screencap by [?]) / 4x07 "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester" / 4x16 "On the Head of a Pin" / 8x21 "The Great Escapist" / 8x10 "Torn and Frayed" / The Vault, Andrés Cerpa / 8x17 "Goodbye Stranger" / 6x20 "The Man Who Would Be King" / 7x01 " Meet the New Boss" / The Divine Comedy - Paradise, Dante Alighieri (illustration by Gustave Doré) / 4x20 "The Rapture" / 5x18 "Point of No Return " / 9x22 "Stairway to Heaven" (screencap by @xofemeraldstars) / not strong enough, boygenius
Taken by mechrojaxson on twitter. WWWYF day 1 10/19/24
Evidently I like to keep breaking my own heart, but you know, I don't think Crowley was about to say:
"And I would like to spent the rest of my life with you."
If you skip the "I mean, the last few years not really" parenthesis, I believe his full confession/proposal was going to be:
"We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we arent. [...] And I would like to spend it not pretending anymore."
And that's because he had prepared his little speach before Aziraphale came back, he had rehearsed it in his mind, taking their togetherness for granted. They had always been together, they had already spent their lives together and they were surely going to spend them together anyway forever.
Being together was not the point, because not being together was simply unthinkable. The point was stop pretending and finally become "an us" - openly, honestly, fully. The possibility of being separated never crossed his mind, it would not make sense for him to ask Aziraphale to be together, it would imply the existence of a reality in which they are not.
So when he pushed through and decided to say what he was going to say, he got to that part and the realization started to creep in that he might actually have been too much of an optimist. The possibility of them not being together did exist, it was coming into existence in that very moment, in front of his eyes, making the "stop pretending" part suddenly incongruous. And all the rest of his speach fell apart.
Now the point was "are you going away?", "what about us if you go?", "what is happening?", "why is this happening?", "how can this be happening?". Now the important thing that needed to be said was "let's be together, if you don't feel like stop pretending because it's dangerous then we can run off somewhere, far from Heaven and Hell and their threats, but just please let's stick together."
That's, I think, why he chocked on his words.
He was ready to take a little step forward, and he found himself falling a thousand steps backwards.
Yet another reminder that faking is a conscious choice that you make.
It is not something you can do accidentally, regards of what you're talking about.
You can't accidentally fake depression, or anxiety, or bipolar disorder, or schizophrenia, or any other mental illness.
You can't accidentally fake Borderline Personality Disorder, Histrionic Personality Disorder, personality disorders.
You can't accidentally fake ADHD, autism, Tourette's Syndrome, auditory processing disorder, aphasia or any other neurodivergence
You can't accidentally fake being trans or ace-spec or aro-spec or any other LGBTQIA+ identity.
You can't accidentally fake chronic illnesses like CFS, fibromyalgia or any chronic illness.
You also can't accidentally fake being good/intelligent at something. You didn't fool your peers into reaching your position.
You can't accidentally fake trauma, PTSD/cPTSD, DID/OSDD/DDNOS or any other trauma-based disorder.
Tldr:
Faking is a conscious choice.
You cannot do it by accident.
If you are worried that you are faking, that in itself is proof that you are not.