"Space can be very lonely. The greatest adventure is having someone share it with you."
#actors who are their characters
Doctor Who Meme: → [2/3] Colours
↳ “Blue is associated with trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence as well as intelligence, faith and trust.”
I think I’ve thought more about who femm!Jimmy Novak (I call her Jackie. Jaqueline Novak) is than how different femm!Castiel would be from canon!Castiel. Dean have said that angels are “junkless” (edit: we can infer that this means that angels are genderless, but, and someone pointed this out earlier, we have no concrete info/proof that they are. Angels could maybe have genders and sexualities for all we know) and I don’t think Castiel would be all that different in another vessel.
I think Jackie Novak would take longer saying yes to Castiel. Between juggling work, raising Cole, and spending time with Andy, she might have entertained the idea that she was going crazy over stress and exhaustion. When Castiel proved that angels are real, she still hesitated. It was only when Castiel promised to keep her family safe and to check up on them from time to time for her that she agreed. In the end, Jackie had more faith in herself and her family’s ability to survive than on Castiel’s promises.
I have this idea that Jackie’s armour consisted of her beloved trenchcoat and a neat, tight bun on top of her head. The longer Castiel stayed in her body, the messier the bun became. Cas didn’t know how to fix her hair - she really didn’t have to before - and she hardly paid any attention at its dishevelled state. When Castiel became human, Jackie’s hair tie broke, and her hair fell all in a disarray across her shoulders. And I guess that’s when she really broke down, thinking she was utterly useless in protecting Heaven, the Winchesters, and even, Jackie’s neat hair.
I think that, despite John’s trainings and insistences that the girls learn how to hunt, he would most likely try to enforce some outdated gender views - they shouldn’t ask too much, should at least know how to cook and clean, should be pretty and have long hair. Sam, being the obedient daughter that she was, would definitely rebel and lop off a good chunk of her hair with one of their hunting knives after a nasty argument (and she would be horrified at the end result. Deanna would try her very best to tame it down and make it look as presentable as possible with their limited array of knives, because even then, even when Sammy was being difficult, arguing with Dad again, she hated seeing her little sister cry).
There is absolutely no doubt that Sam was set on the idea of normalcy - white picket fence, a house, school. She tried to be low-key, to blend in with all the other nondescript masses she admired and envied. But even when she felt she was as close to normal as she could ever get, she still felt different - the odd piece of a puzzle that fitted nowhere. A freak. And that only amplified when she hit her growth spurt and started looking significantly different from her curvy sister; she was too tall, her shoulders too broad, her hips too narrow, and what she wouldn’t give to be… normal.
And even when they’re older and her hair is longer and she’s grown into her frame, she still feels like the odd one out in their trio. Deanna is The Righteous, Castiel is an Angel of the Lord, Sam is Azazel’s Queen. Even after the Apocalypse, after she cast herself into hell and was pulled out, she still feels that there’s still something not quite right in her. She’s still that puzzle piece who can’t quite fit in.
I have this headcanon that femm!Dean would be incredibly stunning and she knows it and she likes flaunting it, although there are days (or weeks) where she foregoes bathing and putting on nice things for a hunt or just to stay in and recoup from a hunt gone bad. She has this constant inner debate between being masculine enough for John - strong enough to protect her loved ones, being a genius mechanic, handling a gun just as well, or even better, than her dad - versus being feminine - indulging in her love of cooking, fixing up her hair, shopping for the best suits/dresses. Later on, she learns that the battle between what she considers her masculine vs her feminine features is completely moot; she learns to accept that all those - her mechanical prowess, her accurate shots, her great lasagnes and fashion sense - are neither more masculine or more feminine than the other, but that they are all a part of her. There’s no debate, no battle - just a whole host of things that make her awesomely kick-ass.
#*dies of emotion* #but what if molly was his companion once #and now he stops by for breakfast #and keeps commenting because it seems like every time #there’s another ginger kid #adn when he sees harry it’s like ha! #i knew they couldn’t all be ginger! #and molly doesn’t bother telling the doctor that harry isn’t hers #because he is after all one of her boys #and she loves him just as though he was a weasley (via dwcompanion)
those tags broke me a little inside#Molly Weasley turned Daleks into actual pepperpots, because, honestly, she doesn’t have time for their nonsense.