whenever you’re depressed and feel like your life doesn’t amount to anything, just remember; at least you’re not running a hate-blog about an actor’s girlfriend.
¯_(ツ)_/¯
13×01 coda
It’s a few weeks before Sheriff Christine Barker can return to work full time; Clark is ok, but the road to recovery for a stabbing wound like that is long and what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t care for him?
She hadn’t let the time off go completely to waste. After all, there had been quite a lot of downtime while Clark rested and watched TV or played video games.
She’d had research to do. Research that probably wouldn’t be approved by taxpayers if she’d done it at work. Looking up known criminals (even if they were long dead, according to the records) was one thing, but looking up monsters and angels and demons? No way to explain that one away without losing her position.
It’s hard to track down the Winchesters–the reports are often contradictory or incomplete, and she doesn’t have access to the FBI files. There are two names the often come up with them as associates: James Novak and Robert Singer. Novak, it seems, is even more squirrelly and difficult to pin down, having walked off from his family years ago. The mother and daughter have also fallen off the grid in recent years. Robert Singer, however, is more consistent, having owned a house and business in South Dakota for years before his death.
Well, that’s assuming he’s actually dead. Clearly Dean and Sam are not. She also doubts they’re the serial killers that were plastered on the news a few years ago, or if they are, then there’s more to the story about the victims.
She shakes her head, presses fingers to her temple. Good thing no one can hear her thoughts.
There’s a name in her notes on Robert Singer. A number, too.
Taking a deep breath, she picks up the phone, glancing at the office door to make sure it is, in fact, closed.
“Sioux Falls Sheriff’s Department, how may I direct your call?” a professionally cheerful voice answers.
“Um, hello. My name is Sheriff Christine Barker, out in North Cove, Washington. Is Sheriff Mills available?”
“Lemme check. She might be in a meeting right now. Can I ask what this is about?”
“I have some questions about a former resident of Sioux Falls. Robert Singer? I think he was known as Bobby.”
The line goes quiet for a moment. “I’ll–I’ll get the Sheriff right away.”
There’s some rustling and a click and then silence. Christine taps her pen on the desk calendar nervously. Another click.
“Sheriff Mills speaking.”
“Hello, I’m Sheriff Christine Barker. North Cove, Washington,” she repeats, although she’s sure Mills has been told this information. “Did you know a Robert Singer? I have records saying you were the arresting officer a few times.”
“I arrest a lot of people. Not like we send each other Christmas cards after.”
Christine sighs. “But–”
“Bobby Singer is dead. Why are you calling?”
She swallows the lump in her throat, suddenly hit with the image of Clark being stabbed by that woman who wasn’t a woman, not really. Being thrown against the vending machine by Jack. The dead look in Dean Winchester’s eyes when he’d told her all about his day job.
“I-I…” She’s not sure what to say. What if this Jody Mills doesn’t know about the monsters? What if she thinks she’s crazy? She squares her shoulders, then adopts the most neutral and professional tone she can. Keep it factual. It’s just another case. “Just a case out here, Sheriff, nothing to worry about. Been looking into two men’s history and Robert Singer was a name that kept popping up. Figured it was worth a phone call.”
Sheriff Mills pauses before she answers, cautiously. “Sam and Dean Winchester?”
Christine blinks. “You know them?”
Mills huffs. “Yeah, I know ‘em. If you’re worried about them, they’re good men. Some of the best.”
“I, uh, I got that,” Christine murmurs. “Sheriff Mills–”
“Jody.”
“Right, Jody. Do, ah, do you…”
Jody saves her from having to explain. “Yes,” she says simply. “I know about it all. I’m gonna give you my personal number. You call if you need it, ok?”
“Thank you.” There’s more relief in her voice than she’d like to admit.
“I might be out of line here, but are you ok? Did someone get hurt?” Jody’s voice has a softness in it, the softness of someone who understands all too well.
“My son,” she confirms. “Doctors say he’ll be alright.” She rubs her eye, tries for a laugh. “Probably more upset I took all his pills with me while he’s home. Said the walls were purple yesterday.”
Jody snorts. “Yeah, that sounds familiar.” A beat. “Sheriff Barker, you’re gonna be ok. You got a pen?”
“Yeah.”
“Lemme give you that number.”
Hey romo aces
Can we stop implying aromantic people are going to spend their lives in painful isolation, please?
Some might want or have a long term sexual partner
Some might want or have a long term platonic partner
Some might even want or have a long term romantic partner, because feelings are not and never will be completely black and white
Some might want to live solo because they’re happy that way, and their existence is not some tragedy you miraculously avoided because you feel romantic attraction
Stop throwing aromantic people under the bus 2kforever
baffling how much of this site is just conservative protestantism with a gay hat
you know what i’m in just enough of a bad mood that i’m ready to nail my grievances to the church door so let’s fucking go
- black and white morality wherein anyone who doesn’t believe/think/live exactly as I do is
a dirty sinnerProblematic and probably a predatory monster- everyone is
a sinnerProblematic buttrue believerspeople who activist the right way according to my worldview are still better than everyone else, and I will act in accordance to this belief in my own superiority to let everyone else know I’m better than them because Ifound Jesusam the most woke- casual and fucking omnipresent equations of womanhood with softness/goodness/purity/nurturing to remind every woman who isn’t/doesn’t want to be any of those things that they’re doing it wrong
- aggressive desexualization (particularly of women’s sexuality, to the point where it may as well not exist at all) accompanied by pastels [not a criticism directed ace ppl having a right to sex-free content and spaces but specifically targeted at a wider problem resulting from the previous point]
- YOU’RE VALID AND JESUS LOVES YOU and neither of these platitudes achieves a goddamn thing
- historical context is for people who care about nuance and we don’t have time for either (see: black and white morality)
- lots of slogans and quotes and nice little soundbites to memorize but does anybody actually study the source material with a critical eye to make their own informed analysis
- the answer is no
- I’ve been to bible study groups don’t @ me I know what the fuck I’m talking about
Good Christians™Nice Gays™don’t fraternize with/let themselves be influenced by
non-Christiansthose terrible queers- all the media one consumes must be ideologically pure or it will surely harm the children
- it is Our Sacred Duty to protect the children from Everything, thus ensuring their innocence/purity/etc until such time as they are idk probably 25 years old
- literally just “think of the children” moral panic y’all can fuckin miss me with that
- people who don’t conform to the dominant thinking WILL be excommunicated/driven from the social group, and any wrong treatment they suffer will be seen as a justified consequence of their wrong thinking
- I Saw Goody Proctor With The Devil And She Had A Bad Steven Universe Headcanon
Thank you for breaking it down like that because so many of us have been saying it but to see a play by play breakdown comparison is just…Thank you.
- sipping tea and judging people as a group bonding activity
oh, man, speaking as a queer Christian who gets regular tumblr flashbacks to my childhood in the Bible Belt, YES
-belief that small snippets of text can be analyzed out context to understand the whole work/ judge the whole person
-Desire for moral choices to be easy/ black-and-white leads to belief that it is possible to find a one-size-fits all answer to every situation
-Literal, rather than literary analysis, with weird fixation on etymological roots that have nothing to do with source material
-Belief that there is “one true interpretation” that is self-evident and will be understood by everyone encountering the same material regardless of background
-Overwhelming, internalized sense of culpability for other people’s actions/integrity/souls
-Overwhelming, internalized sense of personal guilt
-Pressure to evangelize aggressively
-Tendency to value broad ideals before individual needs
-Hostility towards coexistence/tolerance/neutrality
-Hostility towards lack of consensus in viewpoint
-Knowledge as contamination
-Guilt/contamination by proximity
-Fixation on the sexual as uniquely dirty/sinful
-Belief in “thought crimes”
-Argumentation via appeal to higher authority/feelings of revulsion rather than internal, verbalizeable logic
-“conversations” that are actually stealth soapboxes because one side isn’t actually interested in listening
-“polite requests” that are actually commands because “no” is not considered an acceptable answer
-in-group language
-virtue-signaling and hostility towards the outgroup
-gatekeeping
-communities strongly built around the idea of being the world’s underdog
-appropriation of other people’s persecution/victimization
-treating the concept of oppression like a trophy
-glorification/fetishization of victimhoodreblogging again for good addition
Reblog if you are into Polyamory Shipping/Ship
It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+
some good news i’m sure we all need right now
so tonight im working super late at an adults-only event at the zoo where it’s basically endless beer and wine tasting and then wandering around the zoo at night. Keepers mainly sit around then we just take turns going up for a circuit through our areas and let me tell you as the night has gone on things have gotten more entertaining. So far I have seen:
-A group of drunk girls legit crying in front of the puffin exhibit because they’re Too Cute
-A dude pointed at a vacant eyed, open mouthed, coldwater fish and, completely deadpan, turned to his friend and went “it’s you”
-overheard a very serious debate on whether or not sea turtles sleep (”Ted you fucking moron everything fuckin sleeps jesus christ”
-A girl stroking her hand back and forth on the glass in front of a chillin Amazon cichlid (idk what part ok freshwater exhibits aint my thing) cooing “It’s just so pretty I want to be it’s friend”
-A man enthusiastically singing a ballad in front of the aquarium with some grand drunk improv like one standout line was “What we doin at the zoOOOoooOOooo? We drinkin a breeEWWWwwwwwwwww!”
-a very harried voice on the radio sighing “we need more captain morgan and vodka at concessions”
-five calls for medics
-three calls for broken glass
-A girl standing on her own in the middle of the shark reef tunnel, staring straight up with an open mouth and arms limp at her sides, oblivious to all the people around her
– “Ahaha. holy shit look at all of it’s legs” said in front of the octopus exhibit
-overheard a loud furious “DID YOU JUST FUCKING AS ME IF THE PENGUINS ARE FAKE?!”
-This exchange on the radio
“Hi concessions to event management? What do we do with the used napkins?”
Long pause, then a disgusted “You throw them away. Because they’re garbage.”(honestly prayer circle for concessions)
– “holy shit it’s nemo what up dude” (I hear a million variations of “i found nemo!” but this is my favorite so far ok)
from my moms old photos. glad to know people have been making the same jokes for decades
Syria Joins Paris Climate Accord, Leaving Only U.S. Opposed
Then there was one.
Syria announced during United Nations climate talks on Tuesday that it would sign the Paris agreement on climate change. The move, which comes on the heels of Nicaragua signing the accord last month, will leave the United States as the only country that has rejected the global pact.
According to several people who were in a plenary session at the climate talks in Bonn, Germany, a Syrian delegate announced that the country was poised to send its ratification of the Paris agreement to the United Nations.
“This is the very last country that actually announced, so everyone has joined and the U.S. is now so isolated,” said Safa Al Jayoussi, executive director of IndyAct, an environmental organization based in Lebanon that works with Arab countries on climate change.
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