i wish i had friends i could just call up at like 2am and be like “lets chill or go for a walk” and they would do it
what you’re describing is a dog
TELL US WHY YOU’RE CLOSED. WHY ARE YOU CLOSING YOUR DOORS. WHY ARE YOU LOCKING YOUR DOORS TO THE PUBLIC. TELL US THE REASON. WHY.
Mmmm frothingly stupid replies to my meta. You picked the wrong guy on the wrong week.
This the problem with severe ADHD: you don’t always read things in the right order. [op]
BASK IN THE FORESHADOWING (via defilerwyrm)
i fucked up I FUCKED UP
It’s like this.
The concept of angelic siblinghood is at once an abstraction and a concrete “fact” (in-setting, of course). On an abstract level, “brother” and “sister” are little more than approximations for angels’ understanding of the relationship as it applies to themselves, a translation from a language that predates carbon-based life into the Modern English derivative of a noise-pairing barely six millennia old tops.
These words are steeped in nuance. For humans, siblinghood is a complex system of hierarchal mutualism (at best) layered with loyalty, affection, and competition, expressed with varying degrees of antagonism and platonic intimacy (the forms of which are given boundaries by culture), and usually shared genetics. A power dynamic forms between siblings based largely on age differences, modified by other factors such as disparities in aptitude, socialisation, or physical condition. These dynamics tend to shift over time; a healthy sibling relationship is egalitarian by the time all parties involved are adults, but it’s far more pronounced in childhood. Most parents encourage the power difference between young siblings by charging elder siblings to protect and be kind to the younger ones, and charging younger siblings to obey the elder ones (thus reinforcing the cultural norm of age-rank). Children are extremely sensitive to any perceived favouritism, so siblings commonly wage years-long, even lifelong “secret wars” to undermine each other as they jockey for their parental figures’ favour.
These dynamics are formed by spending their developmental years in close quarters; siblings separated at birth who meet later in life do not share the same level of intricacy to their relationships, largely because they lack the history of hierarchal interactions.
(It’s interesting to note here that in this sense, angels as a collective might have more of an elder sibling/younger sibling relationship to humanity than individual angels do with each other.)
The angels of SPN do share some key similarities to human sibling dynamics, primarily in terms of loyalty, affection (albeit muted in expression compared to ours), and interacting with each other with one eye fixed on their “parental figure” for approval. However, their power dynamics more closely mirror human military systems (even borrowing English military terms to explain their rank-relationships to humans) in their rigidity and clear command structure based on Choir first and individual merit second. That some of them are closer than others and that some share rivalries does not contradict this reading; soldiers who form close bonds are called “brothers in arms” for good reason, after all.
That would be Jensen, and he didn’t say it outright, just really strongly implied it.
Ackles points out that, “Dean’s a bit of a pool shark and also a bit of a gambler. It doesn’t really show it all the time, but it’s definitely implied that there are poker games and pool matches that they can win some money on. And who knows? Dean’s a promiscuous kind of guy. Who knows how he drums up the funds that they use?” [x]
Probably not. He’d have to think he was in the wrong to regret his choices. If anything he certainly regrets the outcome of others’ choices: YHVH’s, Michael’s, Azazel’s maybe, but not his own.
That’s kind of you, Anon. Yeah, “everything” is hyperbole in general, but in this situation the whole thing is pretty well toast. (To make matters worse I just found out there was a tiny narrow window of opportunity to avoid all this but wasn’t informed it existed.) What’s done is done. I’ll finish what I started and move on.
Eventually, the knowledge that I’ve ruined everything frees me of the nauseating guilt, stress, and neurotic self-loathing that’ve been crushing me up til that point. If I had to guess it works on the same principle with which I operate morally.
At least I’ll have something to show for it all soon.
A body part cries out, “I hurt!”
"Ah, so you do," croons the brain; "we’ll poke and scrape at you with sharp things to take away the pain."
What a ridiculous fucking thing is the human mind.
Look here pal waveforms are by definition not straight so stop trying to iron out this celestial one.
*thinks about it*
a wavefront will appear linear at great distances from source.
or if you zoom in on it, and only view a small portion of the wavefront.
neither way you’re getting a very good/accurate picture of the source.
ur a fuckin nerd