Note to future self: Approaching humans is a very difficult task and should only be done when you are fully confident that you will not be ignored. Remember, being ignored and avoided is worse than being rejected and avoided. If you are unsure, it is better to remain quiet and unseen than to risk being ignored. 
Humans are very tricky creatures, so do not blame yourself if you find them difficult to read. Take several deep breaths, several days to dwell on it, then move on. 

rosworms asked:

sastiel: clowns

waterbird13 answered:

Sam’s face drains of color as they walk into the yard, looking for the sixteen year old son and instead finding the five-year-old brother’s birthday party. With a clown.

Cas deftly steers them into the house, away from the clown. “I will not let him near you,” he promises solemnly.

Sam laughs hollowly. “It’s just a stupid phobia. I’ll be okay.”

"It’s something you are afraid of, and I will not let him get to you," Cas swears.

And they stay there like that, just inside the house and out of sight of the clown, until Sam’s color returns and his breathing calms, and they go off to look for the sixteen year old want-to-be witch.

If men’s kindnesses toward women were really only kindnesses, a man would be pleased if another man or woman offered these kindnesses to him. He would be pleased if another man or woman lit his cigarette or pulled out his chair for him. He would be pleased to derive his income, prestige, power and even his identity from his partner. He would take pride in another man’s or woman’s offer to walk him to his car at night. But in fact, “one of the very nasty things that can happen to a man is his being treated or seen as a woman, or womanlike.
(Frye 1983, p. 136).”

Dee L.R. Graham (1995), Loving to Survive

(via quoilecanard)

Yeah!  This reality hit me a few months ago when a teenage boy at work said to another teenage boy, “ladies first!” in order to insult him.  Chivalry is not about respect or kindness.

(via my-sundown)

Sometimes my friends do this thing where they replace a word or several in a lyric or phrase with “Sam,” and it cracks me up every time. 

And some of these friends don’t even know each other. It’s just like a thing that people who know me do, and I don’t understand.

Oh, apparently it’s Easter. I didn’t notice. I don’t really celebrate. No one ever wants to hide eggs for me anymore. I just wanna find eggs, is that too much to ask for? 

But hope anyone out there who’s celebrating has a glorious Easter! And anyone who’s not has a glorious day!