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I’m sorry, I try to stay out of these debates as much as possible, but this has to stop. If the LGBTQ+ actually ends up allowing this to happen, and adds a “P” for Pedosexual as an actual orientation? I’m fucking done.

A child cannot fucking consent. You damn “Pedosexual” need to go die in a fire. You aren’t wanted here and no one wants any of your shit. You are a threat to children. They don’t know any better for consent or not, you are a predator and you eat shit.

I don’t normally say this kind of vulgar stuff, but if you consider yourself a “Pedosexual”, you are welcome to go die. This world doesn’t have room for you anymore, nor did it ever have room for you. We are concerned about be safety of our children and you are endangering them.

If you are a Pedosexual or a Pedosexual sympathizer, please leave my blog immediately.

Mayor Cuts Down Man’s 30-Year-Old Majestic Tree, His Revenge Is Awesome

This is one of the best stories we read in a long time. An arborist AKA a tree caretaker and tree surgeon from Redondo Beach, California had to watch the death of one of his favorite trees, which was ordered by the mayor. Although he lost a great battle, he won the war. Find out how he avenged the death of his 30-year-old pepper tree named Clyde.

His story was recently shared online and has already been shared over 150k times. RIP Clyde.

Credits: GoblinsStoleMyHouse

Something Profound

Benny had been expecting her to be beautiful.

She had to be, he’d thought, for Dean to be this hung up on her.

Benny had noticed that Dean didn’t talk about her much. Of course, when he had interrogated the other vampires and werewolves, and any other being he could get his hands on, he’d snarl, always with the ferocity of twenty monsters, “Where’s the angel?”

But he didn’t talk about his angel much otherwise.

There were only a few things that Benny knew about her from what Dean had said, or divulged through the way he prayed to her every night without fail.

One: her name was Castiel, but Dean called her Cas. And when he said it, it felt different. The look he got in his eyes was different from when he was slicing heads from vampires. The tone of his voice was different from when he spoke with Benny about their plan to escape Purgatory. Benny knew that even the most gruff of men could soften for the one they loved, and Castiel was that person for Dean.

Two: Dean refused to leave Purgatory without her. He tore up the whole place day after day, searching for her, even after she had fled and left him alone. He didn’t rest if he could help it. From time to time, Benny even overheard Dean praying to her. Sometimes he was angry, accusing Castiel of abandoning him. Sometimes he was desperate, demanding of Castiel to return to him. Sometimes he was tender, telling Castiel that he needed her; that he forgave her for everything. One way or another, the prayers always left Benny feeling like he was intruding on a private moment, and he regretted having listened at all.

Three: there was something profound between them. Whatever they had gone through together had to have been earth-shattering… but it was more than that. Benny recognized the way a man acted when he was in love. It was precisely the way he had acted after falling for his beloved Andrea.

That was why, when he and Dean found this Castiel, Benny did a double take and hung back to survey the scene.

Before them was a man in a dirty trench coat. He had a full, dark beard and blue eyes that pierced through even the gloom of the wretched, Hell-adjacent Purgatory. He was covered in grime and knelt beside a bed of water, washing his hands and face in it. However, when he heard Dean call his name, he straightened up. Benny watched Dean surge forward and yank the angel into his arms, and he frowned, confusion and curiosity pulling at his features.

Perhaps Dean had dropped the occasional pronoun when referring to Castiel, but Benny hadn’t been paying much attention to it. He had been too caught up with the way Dean prayed to Castiel, or the lengths at which Dean went to find Castiel. He had assumed Castiel was female.

The hunter and the angel exchanged soulful gazes, and Benny realized that it didn’t matter. When he’d been blind—or simply oblivious—to the gender of Castiel’s vessel, he had known anyway.

He had known Dean was in love.

My sister

My sister has started taking to calling me “it” because I feel like a guy and not a girl...It hurts and she doesn’t seem to think it does

you know, mostly I love the way Castiel is presented in fandom. but sometimes I miss seeing the side of Cas that isn’t just cheery and bumbling and sweet-mannered. I love the old bad-tempered, overdramatic whiny pissbaby Cas. this is the creature who bitched and complained constantly, and whose first instinct upon hearing the Apocalypse had arrived was to suggest they all get piss-drunk and lie down on the ground and wait to die.

where’s the high school AU where Cas is a melodramatic bitter asshole like ‘I failed this test. what’s the point. I’m going to drown myself in the water fountain’ where’s the coffee shop AU where someone gets Cas’ order wrong and instead of being a cutie about it he just stares bleakly into his styrofoam cup like ‘i guess it’ll do. i guess it won’t matter when we all eventually turn to the abyss. then again, by that logic, nothing really matters’ or the cute teacher AU where he teaches philosophy and gives all the kids existential crises being like ‘well, technically, nothing is real. and our concept of human life is arbitrary and entirely meaningless……. your paper is due Thursday’

please

Dean: I need you Cas…. To help me build this damn closet!!

I’ll just wait here,then.

Come on Cas!

Favorite Thor moments: [2/?] (Basically this whole movie, tbh) Thor: Ragnarok (2017)