Just A Lil’ Destiel Moment. Id Really Appreciate It If Your Take A Sec To Zoom In And Check Out My

Bobby really strikes me as the kind of man to not give two fucks about anyone's sexuality. He's read too much lore about non-humans to be so hypocritical as to assume heterosexuality is the default for any living being.

I like the idea that he's seen so much shit he just doesn't care, as long as the people he cares about are happy and no one is hurting anyone else.

He's dealt with so much toxic masculine bullshit from some of his hunter peers that, for the sake of not causing a fuss, he's just rolled his eyes at and hidden behind a book and a beer.

When Dean was a young hunter Bobby could see he was especially close with his male friends, caged by a homophobic father who he tried desperately to please. A father who warped Dean's perception of those friendships and taught him shame and fear of that kind of love between two men.

Bobby was no fool. He saw the way John changed Dean; closed the door on his lingering glances at the guys in the street and catapulted head first into his love for women and booze. But he wasn't about to make the boy's life any more complicated so he just figured one day Dean would figure it out for himself again and he would know that Bobby didn't care at all.

His brand of love was acceptance without prying. Caring for the boy's safety and giving him hell when he needed to hear it. But never, never making him feel shame.

If John ever suspected/caught Dean being too friendly with his buddies, and called Bobby, his response was always:

'He's your son, he's still young and figuring himself out and, shit, he deserves that chance to be young.'

'And your point is? What? So you ain't gonna love 'im? Ain't he proved himself to you time and time again?'

'i don't care what he might've done with any Tom, Dick or Harry, as long he ain't dyin in a vamp nest right now'

Years later, Dean and Bobby never talk about it in so many words but Dean never feels the need to say anything. He just knows that when he finally figures this thing out with Cas, Bobby will understand.

After Cas' death he struggles with the immense pain left by this new hole in his chest that he can't quite fill, and he wishes Bobby was there to just give him that unconditional acceptance again. Even if no words are spoken, he knows he's safe there.

Even in Heaven, Bobby's knowing look when he mentions Cas' name, sends a little nervous warmth across Dean's chest and down to his fingertips. He grips his beer tighter, the bitter taste of his father's disapproval in his mouth, but knowing that the man next to him has his back. Knowing that they both know where he's going to go next and who he's going to be looking for.

How to train your dragon, but as trueform destiel?

Ppl who had time for romance in high school we are so different. i was busy fighting for my life in my head

Idk what went through my head, but I cooked some chicken, as you do, and I figured it needed some spices. So before cooking it I put some lemon pepper on it, and I think my tired brain got a lil confused, cause I was thinking of seasoned chicken I'd seen before, and it always had a thick layer of spices or glaze around it. So I COVERED that poor chicken in pepper. It is edible, but has a fairly strong flavour to it...

Funfact about Norway's universal healthcare

Not all kinds of treatments are covered. I have a bunch of back problems from my tourettes, so I see a chiropractor once a month, he is amazing and fixes everything in like 10-15 mins. But, Norway doesn't believe in chiropractic treatments, so I have to pay privately (or my mom pays). What treatment could I get covered? A fucking massage... I have tried it, yk, state funded massage, and it does not help at all whatsoever, and takes waayy longer, and leaves me needing a shower after cause they use oils and shit

I do find it kinda funny that the state is willing to pay for a treatment that does not work at all, but are unwilling to sponsor a treatment which works absolutely amazing every single time, and likely costs less in the long run

Decided to redraw one of my OLD destiel drawings

This is the longest I’ve ever spent on a digital drawing with a whooping 13+ hours so you better appreciate the shit out of it!!

Currently selling a couple prints of this drawing here

I wrote a lill something to go with this, read it here:

Look, I don't believe in fate or any sort of higher power, but I do have one singular instance where I've been questioning it.

(TLDR: I got super lucky and randomly got a gp who had a lot of past experience with tourettes syndrome when I first developed symptoms)

When I was 13 I developed a very sudden and severe tic disorder (aka tourettes syndrome) so my mom took me to the doctor. I shared a gp with my mom cause that's just how it works where I live, but this particular day she was out sick, so I got a substitute. Said substitute did not actually work at the medical practice at this time, and was just filling in for a few days.

But it turns out that this doctor had previously worked in psychiatric care, specializing in youth with neurological condition, including tourettes. Aka, she had a lot of knowledge AND contacts.

(Side note, mental health care in norway is horrendous, especially if you're under 18, they are extremely understaffed and the waitlists are often over 6 months. And unfortunately these wait lists can be sped up if you just have someone on your side who calls them a lot and demands they see you sooner. This is very unfortunate for people who don't have a support system that can pull strings etc for them)

So the doctor put me on a pill that had shown some success in minimizing tics, so that I'd hopefully not give myself wiplash or any other lasting damage to my neck and spine, while waiting for a session with a specialist. (Said pill worked a lil bit but I still have lasting back issues from the intense tics 8 years later) She then immedeately referred me to a psychiatrist that specialized in tics and treating them.

Now, I was very lucky to have a SHORT waiting time, but it was still 3 months, and if you have hundreds of tics a day you can do some pretty intense damage to your body in 3 months, and the only reason I got in so fast was due to the doctor's contacts.

I had regular follow ups with said doctor, cause it turns out she was placed at that doctor's practice for an extended amount of time, and it just made sense that she would follow up on this particular case.

Once the treatment and stuff started to have an effect, the doctor had gotten a permanent possision at the practice and was sharing patients with another doctor to help lighten the load. So I could simply fill out a form and badabim badaboom she was my official gp (changing gps in norway is very dofficult, cause everyone's lists with the maximum amount of patients they can have is completely full, with a bunch waiting, and the only time a spot opens up is if someone dies, but I was really lucky as she was just getting started and basically had an empty list)

She is still my doctor to this day, and really great at what she does. And I'm extremely thankful for the fact that she was there that first day and that she had the possibility to follow up

I think it's really funny how school, like 5 or so years ago, drilled the dangers of deepfakes into our brains. Theyd show a vid of obama talking and saying absolute bull and then reveal it was fake. This past year this technology seems to have become more widespread, especially with voice filters, and I just love the fact that I've never once apart from that time in school seen a deepfake or anything actually pretending to be real

Deepfakes today are like "oh heres trump rapping about having shat his pants with flashing lights" or absolutely insanely good fan edits

School really made me think deepfakes would be a big problem in my life, but it ended up just being used for memes, and I am HERE for it