basically anyone who really shames people for buying their kids shoes or for buying themselves a manicure while poor doesnt understand poverty
poor people often have a lot of disposable income, more than you think, cause they live on cash
they often do not have any means of transforming that cash into assets or into longterm wealth
so yes i had a lot of toys and nice things as a poor kid because you can buy toys at the dollar store too
and like you can pay a lady 10 dollars in cash to do your nails professionally
but you really cannot scrimp, at least not anymore (maybe decades ago you could) to buy yourself a house or to invest in stocks or other things that guarantee financial protection
poor people are liquid- thats why they may have material goods including nice cell phones but they broke ass will always be broke
hell, even banks and financiers EXPLOIT the liquidity of poor people; cash advance places in the hood and the proven empirical facts that cash deposits from banks in low-income neighborhood go towards major investments and are used as liquid assets by big businesses
keeping poor people in cash and banks in poor neighborhoods are major transfers of wealth in this economy
so please spare me your policing of some lady who decided to get some shoes
those are pearls that were his eyes. (deancas, 9x09, major spoilers, angst)
He isn’t hungry anymore. This is something he realizes when he is halfway across the state of Nebraska, in his stolen car. He hasn’t stopped for food or drink or to use the facilities in eight hours, and his stomach isn’t rumbling, doesn’t ache; there’s no pressure in his bladder or cramping in his legs, no heaviness in his head or stiffness in his shoulders. He feels these things like phantom sensations: ache and want. He knows what he ought to feel like. What he has felt like for weeks: raw like a nerve sometimes, sleepy and worn down like an old-fashioned pencil other times. He ought to feel something, but he doesn’t. There is dried blood on his collar and his skin registers the sensation of it, without complaint. It’s inconsequential. His hands go tight around the steering wheel, like they sometimes did around the handle of the mop or the base of a mug, times when he was working and his mind was elsewhere, focused on unpleasant things, unwanted thoughts. He recognized it then- and recognizes it now- as a symptom of mounting panic. One of the things humans sometimes felt when they were overcome, overwhelmed, when their thoughts swirled in uncontrollable eddies and down the side of unseen cliffs. He doesn’t understand the mechanism, now. He’s not afraid at the moment. At least, he doesn’t think he is.
Three characters might be enough to sum up everything going through my head right now but I’m gotta do what I do and vomit over my keyboard hoping for feelings to come out with the rest of the gloop.
As I was filming this last scene, I could not help but feel a deep sadness for what was to come. It was inevitable after all, of course it was, Kevin Tran advanced placement of Neighbor Michigan was supposed to die a less than heroic death by the end of Supernatural’s 7th season. Sam and Dean would take a moment to sigh in regret and then move on as they should and we would have done the same. This show was supposed to be nothing to me… but it became everything.
It’s weird to stop and think just how far Kevin has come since I first met him and how much he’s been able to accomplish in such a short time. He’s lost everything and everyone he’s ever known, forced to run and hide and at such a young age, you kinda wonder how else he was ever gonna rest in peace.
They said every prophet was supposed to have an archangel tethered to them for divine intervention should there be danger. Chuck had Raphael to protect him from Lilith but by the time Kevin had become the prophet, the arch angels were either dead or locked away. I like to think that the SPNFamily had been Kevin’s angels all along and the biggest reason for his survival. I thank you for that. These thoughts were swimming through my head as I lay there on the floor in darkness.
I had prosthetics on my eyes so I couldn’t see, nor could my eyes be seen. That was for the best because it was in those moments that I said my farewells. To the studio, the houseboat, the Men of Letters bunker where I spent so much time. To craft services, the caterers, and the candy tray, where I spent even more time. To the faces I’ve gotten so used to seeing over the last two years, I had to say “see ya later” because I just couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye, all the while hoping that the glue holding my eye pieces in place weren’t in jeopardy of dissolving.
It’s been an amazing ride and though I knew it was coming, it’s still this strange sensation that I can’t quite readily describe in this mindset. I’ve met so many wonderful people and I’ve made so many memories I’ll cherish for a lifetime.. but it’s that time where I say my thanks and take that last step into the fandom and let that world envelop me as I continue to support the show and the fans that have changed my life. Thank you for everything you’ve done, everything you’re doing, and everything you continue to do. Thank you.
And yes, I do think #KevinLives. In all of our hearts :)
School tomorrow, and practice after, and then it’s go go go and study study study. The future is a looming prick, but it’s bright, and it’s clear, and it’s organized; and it’s boxed up into fifteen minute increments on his desktop calendar.
School tomorrow, and practice after, and then it’s college college college but the word of God says different and now he’s zigging down through mental wards with a rock clutched in his hand.
He holds onto the rock and he runs and he gets captured and he runs some more and the cycle repeats. Loses his girl; loses his mom; loses his mind a little bit in a sea of burnt hot dogs and painkillers labelled green. But he saves the world, so it’s worth it, right?
The world doesn’t feel so saved. Everyone is hurting, and he is drifting, and the rock just gives him headaches that no green pills can shake. They’re borne from frustration; from slamming his head against dead ends. He knows the why, but not the what-when-where-how. The looming prick is muddied sullen.
The warm palm on his brow feels muffled. It’s not relief. It’s not fear. It’s just a quiet, bitter, “oh.”
School tomorrow, and practice after, but he can’t recall his zip code, and the rock just weighs him down.
For those of you who know me, you know that I’ve been living in China for over two years. Living abroad is fun and exciting, but it can also be a bit overwhelming and lonely at times.
That’s where Thor and Sif come in.
Thor (1 year) and Sif (6 months) have been my furry little buddies for a while now. They mean the world to me and their cuddles, love and distractions they offer have helped me immensely during the time I’ve had them. They are my babies, and I love them dearly.
And I’d like to take them back home with me.
After being here for more than two years, I’ve decided that it’s time for me to head back home. But I can’t imagine life back in the USA without my furry babies. There are restrictions on carrying pets on International flights from China to America, as well as concerns for Thor and Sif’s health and wellbeing if they were being checked (on one 11-14 hour flight, plus two additional flights). So I’ve decided to go with a pet relocation service that deals specifically with taking animals from one country to another, and that keep a close eye on the animals and their health the whole way.
The problem? This is not exactly going to be cheap.
I’m checking with different relocation companies, but so far the price is going to be roughly between $1500-2000 per cat (since I’m traveling across the world). I’m going to have a lot of expenses since I’ve decided to go back home, and I could use any help anyone is willing to give. I’ve had a few friends who have asked for my Chinese address, hoping to send me a care package of Reese’s peanut butter cups or something similar for Christmas… and as much as I appreciate it, I would much prefer being able to get my kitties back home with me.
Those who have pets know just how they work their ways into our lives and hearts, so any help is much appreciated. Thank you!
Canon doesn’t say anything explicit about Nora’s assumptions on Cas’ relationship with Dean in either sense.
End of the answer. Now, going off topic… Do I think Nora thought Dean was Cas’ ex? Even though that’s in the realm of headcanon, I think it’s possible she did.
Canon also doesn’t say anything about Nora’s assumptions on Cas’ sexuality, but since her behaviour with Cas was ambiguous, I believe writing her actions off as just randomly atypical is not the most logical explanation.
Let’s look at her behaviour, keeping in mind that as a premise she is well intentioned, not trying to deceive, and socially capable within the norm.
NORA [to Cas] Where have you been all my life? […] You’re not like the other sales associates. There’s… something different about you.
CASTIEL I can assure you, there’s – there’s not.
NORA I know these things. You’re… special.
1. Nora is someone who thinks she can read people well, sense how they are on a deeper level.
2. Nora has just complimented Castiel, which will complicate things in a few seconds.
NORA Hey, Steve? I found this in the supply closet. Do you know whose it is?
CASTIEL Um… That’s mine. Thanks.
NORA I also found a rolled-up sleeping bag behind the tool locker.
CASTIEL Yes, I wanted to be thorough with inventory, so I worked late last week, and taking a nap here was easier than going back home to my bed. Which I-I have, of course – a bed…and a home.
NORA Wow, Steve. You’re so… responsible.
3. Feeling that she has a deeper connection to people, Nora is prone to basing her interactions on subtlety and (assumed) shared knowledge.
NORA As a working single mom, it’s hard enough to get a date, let alone meet a really great guy. And … tomorrow’s my night off, and I know you’re off, too, and … I was just wondering if there’s any chance you’re… free tomorrow night?
CASTIEL Um… Yes? Yes.
NORA gives him a kiss on the cheek.
NORA You’re the best!
4. First, Nora complains about her love life (“As a working single mom, it’s hard enough to get a date”). We assume it’s to convince Cas to date her, but we later find out she never intened to ask Cas out. She told him about the hardships of being a single mother to convince Cas to babysit for her.
5. Then, she adds that it’s even harder to find “a great guy”. She’d just complimented Cas about being especially great, so we assume she’s referring to Cas: “let alone a great guy like you”. Since we now know she wasn’t asking Cas out, she must’ve felt comfortable enough to tell a man (who’s not a close friend) how hard it is to find other decent men, meaning she was most likely expecting some sympathy. Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous.
6. The way she phrases it when she asks if Cas is free can’t be interpreted in any other way than her asking Cas out on a date (in fact, we assume that’s what she just did). Unless she feels free to phrase her request in what would normally be such a misleading way because she assumes Cas will know she’s obviously not asking him out due to some kind of shared knowledge.
7. Nora concluded the interaction with what, in that context, is yet another overt sign of romantic interest (the kiss). If we assume she’s interested. But instead Nora must’ve done it assuming that, once again, Cas will know that can’t possibly be meant romantically. Because, evidently, Nora thinks both Nora and Cas know something about Cas that won’t make Nora ask him out on a date, and won’t make Cas think Nora is asking him out on a date. [Laughter from the audience ensues.]
8. She tells him in a friendly manner that he’s the best, which maybe makes Nora come off as a little desperate while we’re still assuming she asked Cas out, but which we understand in hindsight as her thanking him for the favor Cas just unknowingly agreed to do her.
So, if we mantain the premises that Nora isn’t trying to deceive gratuitously and isn’t really damn socially inept, the most logical explanation to why she acted like this, to me, is that she tought Cas was gay and thought that Cas knew that she knew.
Not to mention that I picked the script apart for the sake of precise analysis, but if you randomly pick an out gay man from a crowd of out gay men, there’s a 90% chance that he can recite these lines by heart, without having ever seen them. The way Nora interacts with Cas here looks absolutely deliberate, but I doubt Berens would be oblivious to its implications once he’s done it even if it’d happened by accident. Which I strongly suspect it didn’t. Just like the double entendre about ‘batting for the other team’ when the two extras are conversing in the shop didn’t.
Worth noting that even though Nora’s aim is not manipulation, Cas here is agreeing to something thinking it’s something else, which plays, if lightly, into the theme of consent and deception.
But in a cool way because the things I got about Berens so far are: 1. he can double-code 2. he WILL double-code 3. he’s got the technique 4. he won’t shut up - seriously, you can try and make him 5. he’s a little shit 6. DOUBLE FUCKING CODING THE QUEERER THE BETTER WHY DON’T YOU UNBOTTON THAT IN A TOTALLY HETEROSEXUAL WAY WHILE I HETEROSEXUALLY CHECK VERY THOROUGHLY THAT YOU LOOK ALRIGHT BECAUSE I PLATONICALLY WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU DO AFTER I TOLD YOU I CAN’T LET YOU GO ON THAT DATE FOR COMPLETELY HETEROSEXUAL REASONS MY DEAR ASSUMED-UNINTERESTED-IN-HETEROSEXUAL-DATING FRIEND WHO DOESN’T BAT FOR THE SAME TEAM AS THOSE TWO ASSUMED-STRAIGHT GUYS IN A DEFINITELY SPORT-RELATED SENSE
edit: BUT PLEASE DON’T DIE LIKE THOSE OTHER PEOPLE WHO’D BEEN DUMPED BY THEIR BOYFRIENDS OR LOST THEIR SPOUSES