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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the July 6, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "Visit" square in my 7-1-21 card for the Winterfest in July Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the Broken Angels thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It is the first in a triptych, followed by "A Spirit of Openness and Reconciliation" and "Maturity to Outgrow Them."
Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes difficult family dynamics, estrangement, reference to a difficult childhood including unintentional neglect and mistreatment through ineptitude rather than malice, consequent aversion to metaphysics, rude language, adultification that has turned out well for Cas but he's still frustrated about his past, actual malice and emotional torture from Evie's parents, reference to teen parenting, Cas freaking out because mystical things turned out to be real and he doesn't know how to handle that, emotional flailing, awkward support, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. This is the beginning of a triptych about Cas and his mother Freesia, so skipping it would leave a gap.
"The Deepest Mutuality and the Most Painful Estrangement"
[Afternoon of Monday, April 4, 2016]
A few days after their return
from the Maldives, Cas was
working quietly downstairs
while Hali was helping Edie
restock the Little Free Libraries.
Boss Blaster came down and
looked around, then spotted Cas.
"How are you doing?" he said.
"Better than I was before I left,"
Cas said. "It's still ... tender,
I guess you could say. I'm sad,
but now I can talk about Evie
without wanting to cry a river."
"That's good progress,"
said Boss Blaster. "I hope
we didn't leave too much of
a muddle for you here."
Cas chuckled. "It's fine,"
he said. "A little extra mess
isn't that hard to straighten up,
and everyone has been emphatic
about how much they missed us."
"Well, you do a lot for us, and
we want you to know how much we
appreciate that," said Boss Blaster.
"Bear in mind that for some folks,
you might be the first houseparent
they've had who really cares."
"Yeah, I know how that goes,"
Cas said, shaking his head.
"You want to talk about it?"
said Boss Blaster. "I've been
around, too, I know what it's like
living in a half-assed household."
"My mother and I ... don't get along,
never have," Cas said. "I don't want
Hali to deal with what I had to."
"That's understandable,"
said Boss Blaster. "Parents
want their children to have
a better life than theirs."
"Mine's better now, yeah,
but it was pretty rough before,"
said Cas. "Aidan and I talked
about that too, a little bit."
"Sometimes talking helps,"
said Boss Blaster. "I'm
not a counselor, but I can
listen if you like. You've
mentioned that you and
your mother are separated."
"Yeah, Freesia let me down
once too often," Cas said. "I
don't have to put up with that."
"True," said Boss Blaster.
"It still hurts, though. You
needed things that she was
unwilling or unable to give you."
"It reminds me of something
I read," said Cas. "There
is nothing in human nature
more resonant with charges
than the flow of energy between
two related bodies, one of which has
given birth to the other. The materials
are here for the deepest mutuality
and the most painful estrangement."
"That sounds like a soap opera,"
Boss Blaster said, "and we all know
what an emotional roller-coaster those are.
That kind of dramatic lifestyle is not fun."
"No," Cas said. "Our estrangement is not
that drama-laden. We have not betrayed
each other to enemies, stolen inheritances,
fought over property, or any of the things
that irreparably break families apart.
She never abused me, either."
"What, then?" said Boss Blaster.
"The answer, for us, is much simpler,"
said Cas. "See, we love one another. We
just don't happen to like each other very much."
"Ouch," Boss Blaster said with sympathy.
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must really suck."
"Yeah," said Cas. "It definitely sucks.
Edie is more of a grandmother to Hali than
Freesia is. That's probably for the best."
"About that," Boss Blaster said, leaning
against the wall. "Have you considered
touching base with your mother, now
that things are more stable for you?"
Cas just stared at him. "What
on Earth for?" he said, baffled.
"She is your mother as well as
Hali's grandmother," said the boss.
"Those are not relationships that
you should discard lightly."
"I'm not the one who discarded
them," Cas said. His lips
pressed together in a thin line.
"Okay," said Boss Blaster. "I get
that she dropped the ball and you
have every right to be pissed with
her. But it's been, what, a couple
of years since you talked to her?"
"Since Hali was born. Yeah."
Cas gave him a short nod.
"You've grown a lot in that time,
especially the last few months,"
Boss Blaster pointed out. "Do
you really want to make a decision
that big with outdated information?"
Cas snorted. "So you think you
can make me forgive her, and we'll
be one big happy family?" he said.
"Do you really want to deal with
her shit? I'm thinking probably not.
You haven't seen the damage she
can do to a well-run schedule."
Boss Blaster lifted a hand. "I'm
not making you do anything,"
he said. "I am suggesting that
you consider whether you have
current and sufficient information
to make a life-shaping choice."
"I don't know," Cas said,
deflating in his chair. "It's
just that my mother so hard
to deal with, I haven't had
near enough energy for it."
"Well, if she's that bad, then
maybe you're right and it's better
this way," said Boss Blaster.
"She's not a bad person,
really she's not," Cas said.
"But she's a terrible mother."
"She doesn't love you?"
said Boss Blaster. "Or
she mistreated you?"
"I know she loves me,
as much as she's even
capable of anyway. I know
that she didn't mean to be so ...
fucking useless ... but she was.
Is. Whatever." Cas rubbed
a hand through his hair.
"More like neglect than
abuse, then?" said the boss.
"She's just such a, a flake,"
Cas said. "She'd make
promises and then forget,
or run out of money."
"That happens a lot in
rough neighborhoods,"
Boss Blaster said.
"Mostly we lived in
bohemian ones, though,"
said Cas. "Sometimes she'd
lose her job and we'd sleep in
the car for a while. When I was
little, it was kinda fun, like camping,
but when I got older, not so much."
"I see the problem," said Boss Blaster.
"Yeah, Family Services picked me up
a few times when I was younger,"
said Cas. "Or I'd stay with neighbors,
family friends, whoever she could
con into watching me for a while."
"That's never fun," Boss Blaster said.
"Did you feel better staying with
someone else, or did it not help?"
"Some of them sucked, but some
were okay," Cas said. "But then
Mom would get another job and
a crappy apartment crammed full of
half-dead plants and crystal crap, and
I'd wind up back with her for a year
or few. Then it started all over again."
"Not a good base for relationships,"
said Boss Blaster. "I've seen plenty
of people who have trouble making
friends because of that, let alone
anything closer than friends."
Cas shrugged. "I like people
well enough, if they're reliable,"
he said. "My mother never was.
So I just ... learned to do for myself.
I had to. I'm good at it. I'm proud of it."
"You have every right to be," said the boss.
"You're a great father for Hali, and you
take good care of the rest of us, too."
"I try to be responsible," said Cas.
"When Evie and I got together,
we were careful. I swear, we took
precautions! But it wasn't enough."
"Sometimes it's not," said Boss Blaster.
"So once she got pregnant, I promised
that I'd always be there for her and
the baby. I promised," said Cas.
"I'd do anything to be a good husband,
a good father, not a flake or a deadbeat
like my parents. I'm better than that.
I have to be better than that."
"Well, you've certainly succeeded,"
said Boss Blaster. "I was just hoping
to revive some family ties. I've lost
things along the way that I wish I hadn't."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Cas said. "It's
sad when you want family you don't have."
"What about Evie's relatives, then?"
said Boss Blaster. "Have you thought --"
"Absolutely not," Cas snapped. "If I
never see them again, it'll be too soon."
"All right," Boss Blaster said, spreading
his hands. "I'm sorry I hit a nerve there.
I didn't realize that was so serious."
Cas looked away, his mouth twisting.
"You really want to know why?" he said.
"If you feel like sharing," said the boss.
"Sometimes that lightens the load a little."
"After Evie -- when Hali was born -- I went
out to the waiting room to introduce Hali
to her grandparents," Cas explained.
"They said, We don't want to see
the freak fuck that killed her."
Boss Blaster jerked in shock.
"That's emotional torture!"
"Yeah. I figured that out.
So. No more," Cas said.
"Agreed," said Boss Blaster.
"If they come near you or
Hali, just let me know.
I'll handle it. Personally."
"I can't imagine that they
would, but thanks," Cas said.
"Does that utterly awful example
put your mother in a different light,
or not?" Boss Blaster asked.
"Huh," said Cas. "I hadn't
really thought of it like that,
but yeah, I guess so. Freesia
just flaked on me like usual,
she wasn't actually vicious."
"That's not the first time you've
mentioned flakiness," said the boss.
"Do you have any idea why she's
like that? Could it be fixable?"
"I don't know," Cas said. "Aidan
asked me some of the same stuff.
I think that she has always liked
the spangly New Age crap, but it
probably got worse after she met
my dad." Cas sighed. "Freesia was
a teen parent too, so that didn't help."
"Ah," the boss said gently. "That
does complicate matters, doesn't it?
It's hard, trying to finish growing up and
raise someone else at the same time.
Sometimes steps just don't get done.
Especially if your mother didn't have
the kind of support network you do now."
"Well, sort of, sometimes," Cas said.
"She never had a shortage of friends,
but they were mostly hippy-dippy kooks.
People would pile into the same car
and crash on each other's couches
and cook potlucks together, but they
weren't, you know, actually stable."
"No wonder you're so emphatic about
taking care of Hali and making sure
she has other capable adults around
to help her," said Boss Blaster. "Do
you know where your mother is, though?"
"Yeah, she works at this place called
Crystal Wisdom now," Cas said. "Wisdom
my ass. How wise is it to get so stoned
that you forget the milk at the store?
Freesia was always doing stuff like that,
and most of her friends were the same."
"Is that why you shy away from anything
beyond the material world?" said the boss.
"I heard Aidan mention something about that."
"Yeah. When you've seen a bunch of adults
passed out on the floor in a pile of velvet and
crystals and pot, it's not so cool," said Cas.
"And then you gotta poke through them to find
your mother and haul her home on the bus.
I can't do that to Hali. I won't. So I have to be
the responsible one. That means no woo-woo shit."
"Okay, maybe we can --" Boss Blaster began.
"And then, and then I find out that it's not woo,
it's real, it's all fucking real," Cas said, flailing
his hands. "What the hell am I supposed
to do with that? How can I run a household
and raise a kid when I have to worry about
rainbows and fairy farts and freaking angels?!"
"You've done a great job with the household,"
Boss Blaster said firmly. "As for the rest,
I'm sure that we'll figure out something."
"Really?" Cas said, and then sniffled.
Boss Blaster handed him a box of
tissues. "Yes, really," he said.
"My mother loves shit like this,"
Cas said glumly. "The crazier
things get, the happier she is.
But for me it's just overwhelming."
"Maybe you'll get used to it in time,"
Boss Blaster said. "New things are
usually scary." He chuckled. "When
I first got my superpowers, I kept
bonking into walls for a while, since
I didn't know how to control them.
Something would startle me, and
the next thing I knew -- bonk!"
"But you're good with them now,"
Cas said. "I've seen you, sort of."
When Boss Blaster moved at
super-speed, he was a blur,
but things sure got done fast.
"That's because I practiced,"
said Boss Blaster. "If you
do your best to learn, then
these things will probably stop
feeling unfamiliar and scary."
"Yeah, that's what Aidan says
too," Cas replied. "It's just hard."
"Do you think your mother might
have any useful resources, or would
it all be untrustworthy?" the boss said.
"Oh, she probably has tons of stuff,
but no telling whether any of it is
real or it's all bunk," said Cas.
"Hmm," said Boss Blaster. "I
guess we could try elsewhere."
"You really think I should
see her, though?" said Cas.
"I think you should consider
whether you have all the facts
that you really need to make
a good decision about her role
in your life," said Boss Blaster.
"What you do is your choice."
Cas sighed. "I suppose that
I should visit or something.
But I'm not taking Hali."
"I'll come with you,"
Boss Blaster offered.
"What? Why?" said Cas.
"Because it was my idea,
and I want to offer you
some moral support,"
said Boss Blaster. "Also
if anything goes wrong, you
know that I've got your back."
"Okay," said Cas. "We'll
try it your way, boss."
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its notes appear separately.
dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "Visit" square in my 7-1-21 card for the Winterfest in July Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the Broken Angels thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It is the first in a triptych, followed by "A Spirit of Openness and Reconciliation" and "Maturity to Outgrow Them."Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes difficult family dynamics, estrangement, reference to a difficult childhood including unintentional neglect and mistreatment through ineptitude rather than malice, consequent aversion to metaphysics, rude language, adultification that has turned out well for Cas but he's still frustrated about his past, actual malice and emotional torture from Evie's parents, reference to teen parenting, Cas freaking out because mystical things turned out to be real and he doesn't know how to handle that, emotional flailing, awkward support, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. This is the beginning of a triptych about Cas and his mother Freesia, so skipping it would leave a gap.
"The Deepest Mutuality and the Most Painful Estrangement"
[Afternoon of Monday, April 4, 2016]
A few days after their return
from the Maldives, Cas was
working quietly downstairs
while Hali was helping Edie
restock the Little Free Libraries.
Boss Blaster came down and
looked around, then spotted Cas.
"How are you doing?" he said.
"Better than I was before I left,"
Cas said. "It's still ... tender,
I guess you could say. I'm sad,
but now I can talk about Evie
without wanting to cry a river."
"That's good progress,"
said Boss Blaster. "I hope
we didn't leave too much of
a muddle for you here."
Cas chuckled. "It's fine,"
he said. "A little extra mess
isn't that hard to straighten up,
and everyone has been emphatic
about how much they missed us."
"Well, you do a lot for us, and
we want you to know how much we
appreciate that," said Boss Blaster.
"Bear in mind that for some folks,
you might be the first houseparent
they've had who really cares."
"Yeah, I know how that goes,"
Cas said, shaking his head.
"You want to talk about it?"
said Boss Blaster. "I've been
around, too, I know what it's like
living in a half-assed household."
"My mother and I ... don't get along,
never have," Cas said. "I don't want
Hali to deal with what I had to."
"That's understandable,"
said Boss Blaster. "Parents
want their children to have
a better life than theirs."
"Mine's better now, yeah,
but it was pretty rough before,"
said Cas. "Aidan and I talked
about that too, a little bit."
"Sometimes talking helps,"
said Boss Blaster. "I'm
not a counselor, but I can
listen if you like. You've
mentioned that you and
your mother are separated."
"Yeah, Freesia let me down
once too often," Cas said. "I
don't have to put up with that."
"True," said Boss Blaster.
"It still hurts, though. You
needed things that she was
unwilling or unable to give you."
"It reminds me of something
I read," said Cas. "There
is nothing in human nature
more resonant with charges
than the flow of energy between
two related bodies, one of which has
given birth to the other. The materials
are here for the deepest mutuality
and the most painful estrangement."
"That sounds like a soap opera,"
Boss Blaster said, "and we all know
what an emotional roller-coaster those are.
That kind of dramatic lifestyle is not fun."
"No," Cas said. "Our estrangement is not
that drama-laden. We have not betrayed
each other to enemies, stolen inheritances,
fought over property, or any of the things
that irreparably break families apart.
She never abused me, either."
"What, then?" said Boss Blaster.
"The answer, for us, is much simpler,"
said Cas. "See, we love one another. We
just don't happen to like each other very much."
"Ouch," Boss Blaster said with sympathy.
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must really suck."
"Yeah," said Cas. "It definitely sucks.
Edie is more of a grandmother to Hali than
Freesia is. That's probably for the best."
"About that," Boss Blaster said, leaning
against the wall. "Have you considered
touching base with your mother, now
that things are more stable for you?"
Cas just stared at him. "What
on Earth for?" he said, baffled.
"She is your mother as well as
Hali's grandmother," said the boss.
"Those are not relationships that
you should discard lightly."
"I'm not the one who discarded
them," Cas said. His lips
pressed together in a thin line.
"Okay," said Boss Blaster. "I get
that she dropped the ball and you
have every right to be pissed with
her. But it's been, what, a couple
of years since you talked to her?"
"Since Hali was born. Yeah."
Cas gave him a short nod.
"You've grown a lot in that time,
especially the last few months,"
Boss Blaster pointed out. "Do
you really want to make a decision
that big with outdated information?"
Cas snorted. "So you think you
can make me forgive her, and we'll
be one big happy family?" he said.
"Do you really want to deal with
her shit? I'm thinking probably not.
You haven't seen the damage she
can do to a well-run schedule."
Boss Blaster lifted a hand. "I'm
not making you do anything,"
he said. "I am suggesting that
you consider whether you have
current and sufficient information
to make a life-shaping choice."
"I don't know," Cas said,
deflating in his chair. "It's
just that my mother so hard
to deal with, I haven't had
near enough energy for it."
"Well, if she's that bad, then
maybe you're right and it's better
this way," said Boss Blaster.
"She's not a bad person,
really she's not," Cas said.
"But she's a terrible mother."
"She doesn't love you?"
said Boss Blaster. "Or
she mistreated you?"
"I know she loves me,
as much as she's even
capable of anyway. I know
that she didn't mean to be so ...
fucking useless ... but she was.
Is. Whatever." Cas rubbed
a hand through his hair.
"More like neglect than
abuse, then?" said the boss.
"She's just such a, a flake,"
Cas said. "She'd make
promises and then forget,
or run out of money."
"That happens a lot in
rough neighborhoods,"
Boss Blaster said.
"Mostly we lived in
bohemian ones, though,"
said Cas. "Sometimes she'd
lose her job and we'd sleep in
the car for a while. When I was
little, it was kinda fun, like camping,
but when I got older, not so much."
"I see the problem," said Boss Blaster.
"Yeah, Family Services picked me up
a few times when I was younger,"
said Cas. "Or I'd stay with neighbors,
family friends, whoever she could
con into watching me for a while."
"That's never fun," Boss Blaster said.
"Did you feel better staying with
someone else, or did it not help?"
"Some of them sucked, but some
were okay," Cas said. "But then
Mom would get another job and
a crappy apartment crammed full of
half-dead plants and crystal crap, and
I'd wind up back with her for a year
or few. Then it started all over again."
"Not a good base for relationships,"
said Boss Blaster. "I've seen plenty
of people who have trouble making
friends because of that, let alone
anything closer than friends."
Cas shrugged. "I like people
well enough, if they're reliable,"
he said. "My mother never was.
So I just ... learned to do for myself.
I had to. I'm good at it. I'm proud of it."
"You have every right to be," said the boss.
"You're a great father for Hali, and you
take good care of the rest of us, too."
"I try to be responsible," said Cas.
"When Evie and I got together,
we were careful. I swear, we took
precautions! But it wasn't enough."
"Sometimes it's not," said Boss Blaster.
"So once she got pregnant, I promised
that I'd always be there for her and
the baby. I promised," said Cas.
"I'd do anything to be a good husband,
a good father, not a flake or a deadbeat
like my parents. I'm better than that.
I have to be better than that."
"Well, you've certainly succeeded,"
said Boss Blaster. "I was just hoping
to revive some family ties. I've lost
things along the way that I wish I hadn't."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Cas said. "It's
sad when you want family you don't have."
"What about Evie's relatives, then?"
said Boss Blaster. "Have you thought --"
"Absolutely not," Cas snapped. "If I
never see them again, it'll be too soon."
"All right," Boss Blaster said, spreading
his hands. "I'm sorry I hit a nerve there.
I didn't realize that was so serious."
Cas looked away, his mouth twisting.
"You really want to know why?" he said.
"If you feel like sharing," said the boss.
"Sometimes that lightens the load a little."
"After Evie -- when Hali was born -- I went
out to the waiting room to introduce Hali
to her grandparents," Cas explained.
"They said, We don't want to see
the freak fuck that killed her."
Boss Blaster jerked in shock.
"That's emotional torture!"
"Yeah. I figured that out.
So. No more," Cas said.
"Agreed," said Boss Blaster.
"If they come near you or
Hali, just let me know.
I'll handle it. Personally."
"I can't imagine that they
would, but thanks," Cas said.
"Does that utterly awful example
put your mother in a different light,
or not?" Boss Blaster asked.
"Huh," said Cas. "I hadn't
really thought of it like that,
but yeah, I guess so. Freesia
just flaked on me like usual,
she wasn't actually vicious."
"That's not the first time you've
mentioned flakiness," said the boss.
"Do you have any idea why she's
like that? Could it be fixable?"
"I don't know," Cas said. "Aidan
asked me some of the same stuff.
I think that she has always liked
the spangly New Age crap, but it
probably got worse after she met
my dad." Cas sighed. "Freesia was
a teen parent too, so that didn't help."
"Ah," the boss said gently. "That
does complicate matters, doesn't it?
It's hard, trying to finish growing up and
raise someone else at the same time.
Sometimes steps just don't get done.
Especially if your mother didn't have
the kind of support network you do now."
"Well, sort of, sometimes," Cas said.
"She never had a shortage of friends,
but they were mostly hippy-dippy kooks.
People would pile into the same car
and crash on each other's couches
and cook potlucks together, but they
weren't, you know, actually stable."
"No wonder you're so emphatic about
taking care of Hali and making sure
she has other capable adults around
to help her," said Boss Blaster. "Do
you know where your mother is, though?"
"Yeah, she works at this place called
Crystal Wisdom now," Cas said. "Wisdom
my ass. How wise is it to get so stoned
that you forget the milk at the store?
Freesia was always doing stuff like that,
and most of her friends were the same."
"Is that why you shy away from anything
beyond the material world?" said the boss.
"I heard Aidan mention something about that."
"Yeah. When you've seen a bunch of adults
passed out on the floor in a pile of velvet and
crystals and pot, it's not so cool," said Cas.
"And then you gotta poke through them to find
your mother and haul her home on the bus.
I can't do that to Hali. I won't. So I have to be
the responsible one. That means no woo-woo shit."
"Okay, maybe we can --" Boss Blaster began.
"And then, and then I find out that it's not woo,
it's real, it's all fucking real," Cas said, flailing
his hands. "What the hell am I supposed
to do with that? How can I run a household
and raise a kid when I have to worry about
rainbows and fairy farts and freaking angels?!"
"You've done a great job with the household,"
Boss Blaster said firmly. "As for the rest,
I'm sure that we'll figure out something."
"Really?" Cas said, and then sniffled.
Boss Blaster handed him a box of
tissues. "Yes, really," he said.
"My mother loves shit like this,"
Cas said glumly. "The crazier
things get, the happier she is.
But for me it's just overwhelming."
"Maybe you'll get used to it in time,"
Boss Blaster said. "New things are
usually scary." He chuckled. "When
I first got my superpowers, I kept
bonking into walls for a while, since
I didn't know how to control them.
Something would startle me, and
the next thing I knew -- bonk!"
"But you're good with them now,"
Cas said. "I've seen you, sort of."
When Boss Blaster moved at
super-speed, he was a blur,
but things sure got done fast.
"That's because I practiced,"
said Boss Blaster. "If you
do your best to learn, then
these things will probably stop
feeling unfamiliar and scary."
"Yeah, that's what Aidan says
too," Cas replied. "It's just hard."
"Do you think your mother might
have any useful resources, or would
it all be untrustworthy?" the boss said.
"Oh, she probably has tons of stuff,
but no telling whether any of it is
real or it's all bunk," said Cas.
"Hmm," said Boss Blaster. "I
guess we could try elsewhere."
"You really think I should
see her, though?" said Cas.
"I think you should consider
whether you have all the facts
that you really need to make
a good decision about her role
in your life," said Boss Blaster.
"What you do is your choice."
Cas sighed. "I suppose that
I should visit or something.
But I'm not taking Hali."
"I'll come with you,"
Boss Blaster offered.
"What? Why?" said Cas.
"Because it was my idea,
and I want to offer you
some moral support,"
said Boss Blaster. "Also
if anything goes wrong, you
know that I've got your back."
"Okay," said Cas. "We'll
try it your way, boss."
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its notes appear separately.
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Date: 2021-10-01 11:20 am (UTC)You know... I dunno if Terramagne has a anything like the comic books with John Constantine, but I think Cas would love John's hard-headed pragmatic approach to the 'woo-woo shit'. Although he'd have to hide them from Hali as soon as she started reading! The language is very not PG-13.
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Date: 2021-10-01 12:30 pm (UTC)I'll add a link to the Curator box with the image once I find it. https://www.toynk.com/products/doctor-who-5-action-figure-set-the-curator?gclid=CjwKCAjw49qKBhAoEiwAHQVTo7LbR60AGBTmVO0TYgpv0CWRXwSZB7x8Sw4wO_uDtAVa44HuIb07BBoCwZkQAvD_BwE
Well ...
Date: 2021-10-04 11:00 am (UTC)Re: Well ...
Date: 2021-10-04 12:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-10-01 02:24 pm (UTC)Also, the existance of angels, or chakras, or aliens tinkering with out DNA has no practical bearing on what you need to buy at the grocery store or whether it's time to do laundry.
Mystical stuf can be applicable to someone's whole life, but Cas might do better compartmentalizing, at least to start. He needs to be able to deal with mystical stuff as it related to superpowers, angel!Evie, and talking to his mother or Aiden. He doesnt need to worry about it in relation to household chores, or most day-to-day relationship stuff.
He might also relax if he had examples of mystical or religious folk who get stuff done - I believe some denominations of all the Abrahamic traditions are heavily focused on service, and there are plenty of people in less-common religions or outside organized religion as well.
Thoughts
Date: 2021-10-04 10:55 am (UTC)Well, not exactly, but the archetype of "Fucked-up Urban Magic Man" is certainly available.
>> but I think Cas would love John's hard-headed pragmatic approach to the 'woo-woo shit'. Although he'd have to hide them from Hali as soon as she started reading! The language is very not PG-13.<<
My first thought was that introducing Cas to this kind of stuff would be a terrible, horrible idea.
And then I realized how it would happen. You have a hot mess of a guy who goes around solving mystical problems, and Cas grew up in bohemia. I know exactly what kind of crap people call up because I've had to clean it up too. 0_o So there's a guy crashed on the couch when little!Cas gets up in the morning ...
"Monkey Chew Pepper"
[Sunday, March 20, 2005]
Ti-Jean Castille wakes up with a magical hangover from a rough banishing to find a tiny tyrant hovering over him trying to make him feel better. His life is so very strange.
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Re: Thoughts
Date: 2021-10-04 11:24 am (UTC)O.M.G !! You wrote it!!
dies laughing
Dude, you're the best!
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2021-10-05 01:51 am (UTC)And I love the final not description about little!Cas. ♥️
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2021-10-05 02:46 am (UTC)