Destiny’s Child Coda Before It Even Airs 😩

Made these a while ago and just found them again while cleaning through my computer

This is my hot take.

Parade is Millennial Nihilism. Danger Days is Gen Z Nihilism.

Mikey: There is a strict no-animals policy on the Bus

Gerard: Okay

Mikey: Except for Frank’s high horse which occasionally makes an appearance.

Gabriel: Dying sucks butt! How do you idiots cope with mortality?

Dean: Violent outbursts.

Sam: General sluttiness.

Castiel: Thanks to denial, I’m immortal.

Reblog if a fanfic has ever made you cry

My Danger Days name: Acidic Adrenaline

Radioactive symbol for “acidic”

the middle is the alchemy symbol for fear (adrenaline)

Then, past Dean comes along, and he knows it the second they walk out of the forest together. The bounce in Castiel’s step, the little joy in his eyes. Then comes the time they plan to hunt the devil. He laughed at every sarcastic remark, every sentence, every damn word this “other him” said. He saw the real laughter on his ex-angels face. He glared at Castiel, for years he’d been trying to get a smile, this guy walks in two minutes and already has him laughing.(5/?) 

He’d changed himself so much to be worthy of Castiel, the angel who’s wings were blackened and burned for Dean Winchester, who willings stayed on Earth without his wings, all for Dean Winchester. He gives a silent ask for an explanation and gets a simple response: “I like past you”(6/?)

Dean felt small next to Castiel, next to this warrior, this soldier, this man built like a brick shithouse. Castiel was unmovable, unchangable, unbreakable. But Dean had watched him break, when he lost his wings, his brothers, his life. But Dean had changed him, had been changing him since Castiel's wings turned black in hell, since they met, since Castiel saved him. And Dean moved him to anger, to tears, to laughter and sweet kisses. Dean ruined him. (1/?)

But Dean still felt small next to him, felt weak, felt unworthy of the undying love and devotion that poured from Castiel. So he pushed himself. He became stronger, he became a better leader, he became the man his father wanted him to be. But why wasn’t Castiel happy? Castiel, beautiful strong Castiel who now swallowed pills, held orgies without Dean, who bitterly called Dean their “fearless leader,” Castiel, sad, tired, Castiel. (2/?)Dean wanted so desperately for Castiel to smile, a real smile, not one of sexual satisfaction, not one laced with pain, not one that made Dean want to shrivel up and leave. Dean wanted Castiel to smile, just one last time, just once. To smile, to laugh the way he used to, to eye Dean’s thigh holster with lust and not digust. Dean wanted his Castiel. (3/?)(“Good things do happen, Dean.”) The smile on Sammy’s face was mocking, the soul inside long gone, and the coldness left from Castiel’s disappointed look aching inside Dean. (4/?)

Why would you do that Nonnie

Mikey: How tall are you?

Frank: Height is a social construct.

Gee: So you’re short.

Chuck: I am in charge, so you have to do what I say

Castiel: Yeah, no

Chuck: I'm God

Castiel: And I'm an atheist

Chuck: How can you say I don't exist? I'm standing right here

Castiel: I didn't say you don't exist. I said I don't believe in you

Chuck: What?

Castiel: You'll never achieve your dreams