Crowley:
What are you going to do if Aziraphale asks about my sexuality? Madame Tracy:
Tell him to leave it alone? Crowley:
No! Tell him I'm gay. And single. Only if he asks, though.
Pretend marriage fic in which Dean and Cas don’t actually mind being saddled together in a big suburban house to play husbands, but actually terrorize the fuck out of their neighbours with all their bickering, awful behaviour and their ridiculous schedule. They argue with everybody and are so stupidly affectionate with each other that everybody in the neighborhood falls for it right away, but nobody actually likes them except maybe for a bunch of misfit teenagers and half of the girl scout squad.
In my history class, we were debating about breast feeding and all the boys were like “ew gross women should go in the bathroom or not do that in public” and I never talk in that class, but I felt compelled to input my opinion so I said “men think the display of a woman’s body is good until it’s no longer for their pleasure” and everyone just shut their mouths and looked at me
I’ve never seen so many boys open their mouth to defend themselves and have nothing come out in my life.