hahahahaha SURPRISE I continue to be a creepy weirdo, let me tell you more about the ossification of novaks and their assorted body parts, let’s all deeply consider castiel’s self-awareness as he crumbles to dust. this is cally’s science corner saturday night
(obligatory plug for bone song which was my first ever conversation with las and I regret not one single thing about this)
MY HEART GROWLS FONDLY AT YOU, if somewhat belatedly! (Sluggish from eating all those rabbits.) I also strongly recommend siterlas for tigerstiel purposes, particularly such gems as tigerstiel famine showdown, and basically just a lot of canon feels with tigers in, and that time she invented the ship tagline: not just bestiality, it is also vore. Las is really great, everyone.
sometimes i feel so bad for lucifer
imagine you’re a little kid and you have the coolest dad in the whole world like he takes you to baseball games all the time and teaches you how to drive an ATV and sits up on friday nights with you eating pizza rolls and watching cartoons
and then one day he brings home a thousand fucking ferrets or something
and they smell and they’re shitting all over your house and he just sits around playing with the ferrets and ignoring you and you’re like “dad what the fuck” and he’s all “aren’t these ferrets gr8 i want you to do whatever they tell you to do and you have to love them you have to love them“
and you’re like “dad have you gone off the deep end you gotta get rid of the ferrets man”
and then he kicks you out of the house
and then he sends you to jail for feeding one of the ferrets an apple and you’re like “come on dad this isn’t like dogs and chocolate they are perfectly fine (and also breeding like nobody’s business)”
but no he tells your favorite brother to beat you up and then makes sure you will never get out of jail ever
and then when you finally figure out how to escape, which by the way involves spending all your time with ferrets and their rotting ghosts, it turns out your dad fucked off years ago and doesn’t give a shit
and also you are trapped in the body of a ferret, and it’s not even that big ferret with the surprisingly silky coat that you had your eye on, no, this ferret has some sort of skin disease
and also your now-least-favorite brother has come to beat you up
also in the shape of a ferret
because your life sucks.
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me," I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, "I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them."
The second time, Castiel finds life in the lake more agreeable.