DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKER? YES. THE BABY DAVE IN THE BACK OF MY CAR. THAT FUTURE COOLGUY IS AMAZING, AND HERE’S WHY.
I was driving to school and was pulled over—Nothing extreme. I wasn’t speeding or doing anything dangerous. I figured the officer was just going to check my stickers and license; as they do often to random cars on this particular road.
Anyway, the police car pulls up behind me and I pull over to the side. I look in my rear view mirror, and to my amusement, I see the police officer pointing to baby Dave, then cracking up.
Afterwards, he didn’t even get out of his car. Just pulled back into traffic and waved at me, still laughing.
Then I started laughing too… because he knew Homestuck.
(Or at the very least, it made his day. Which is also perfectly fine. He wouldn’t be the first one to smile over baby Dave.)
SO. MORAL OF THE STORY: HAVING A BABY DAVE IN YOUR CAR MAKES THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE. THANK YOU, HOMESTUCK.
This whole scene was really wonderfully paced and unsettling.
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
Know what’s NOT happening today?
You know what’s not happening on Saturday?
Do you know what’s not happening EVER?
You know what’s not happening ‘til the HELL knows?
& long live the look on your face.
“Why did you name me that?”
But the people closest to him knew. Sam, his wife, old friends from their hunting days who’d similarly gathered and adopted a quiet life throughout the years. None of them wanted it, of course; no one ever did, but age takes its toll on everyone. They’d all privately agreed that trying to relive the past did nothing anymore.
Which is why moments like these were so difficult. Dean had nothing left of him. Not a picture or a letter or a souvenir of any kind. Nothing to say that he ever existed, other than the faded, crumbled memories left in his tired, old mind. He has nothing for his son but words, and none of them would make sense. Because both Dean and Sam had agreed to hold back details of their supernatural exploits from their children. The hunting days were over, and their children had no need of a life like that.
A picture would’ve helped. Dean could say, ‘see this man here? I named you after him.’ But there was only ever one picture, burned to ash not even two days after it was taken. The only proof there ever was of an angel who saved his life, and his brother’s, over and over again. An angel who - and Dean could admit this now, finally, after so many years - gave up everything for him, risked everything to be a part of his life and change it in a way no one ever had before.
He exhales slowly and gently looks to his son.
“I just thought it was a really great name, Cas.”
How many years before I can vote for this child?
being 20+ on tumblr
Being 30+ on Tumblr
I’ve been waiting for this.