It gets worse.

For @allegedlyopposed follower milestone event! Day 1: Dabb-era family horror

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once again thinking very normally about this scene because

people pray to you

people build churches, for you

they fight wars in your name

"i know you had a complicated upbringing, dean, but don't confuse me with your dad."

why parallels why only make one the villain and excuse the other why why WHY

i’ve realized it. the douchiest thing sams ever said. 4x01 “you know i don’t pay, dean” when he’s talking about new ruby who he’s pretending is just the girl he was gonna fuck for the night. DISGUSTANG

like i knowwww everyone’s psychsexually obsessed with dean but in season 4 there’s a random line about how sam doesn’t pay for sex, he gets girls to fuck him all on his own, and in season SIX there is the WNTIRE BULLSHIT where sam is working out IN JEANS with a BELT ON and a prostitute a) forgets he needs to pay her and b) offers to fuck him again for free. like there is this WEIRD need spn has to say that sam FUCKS. sam fucks so good prostitures FORGET THAT SEX IS HOW THEY MAKE MONEY and he doesn’t even NEED to fuck prostitutes when he’s not soulless bc girls get a whiff of his fridging-dick and go insane.

I think Dean should give cas a kiss every time they reunite even if he’s just returning from the bathroom

whenever i think abt misha saying he didn't start playing cas as in love with dean until s15 i am like. that man is a Known liar who lies

normal boy best friend behaviour!

In order to understand dean you have to understand that dean thinks he is trapped. He thinks the whole world is a very small cage and if he so much as thinks about touching the bars he’ll die. Sometimes he looks at the other people outside the cage and goes aw man I wish I was free to frolick and roam the open space outside :/ and sometimes he looks at a person and goes i want you in the cage with me. And also if you try to leave the cage I WILL lie kill steal murder mansplain manipulate in order to keep you inside. But the truth of the matter is that there is no cage. The door is wide open. Swinging in the breeze. Dean could leave any time he likes but he never ever will because he’s convinced himself that the open door is actually locked up tighter than Fort Knox and, most importantly, it’s locked for deans own good.

Like have you ever heard of Foucault’s theory of the panopticon. Foundational to queer theory as a discipline. So imagine you are a prisoner and you are in prison. You and your fellow prisoners are confined in individual cells. These cells are arranged in a circle, with a single watchtower in the center. The walls between you and your neighbors are solid and opaque. You cannot see them. The wall facing the watchtower is transparent, as is the wall directly opposite it. Your body is strikingly dark against the daylit background; the overseer can see every single move you make. You cannot see into the watchtower, prisoner that you are. The tower is too high, and the windows are mirrored.

You are a prisoner in the panopticon. Somebody is always watching you. You can feel their eyes upon you, their gaze stretching all the way back to that distant tower, even if you can’t see who’s inside. Every time you step a toe out of line, you are punished. Every time you try to speak to your neighbors, you are punished. You are not allowed to touch the glass, or the door. You are not allowed to break things, or huddle beneath your blanket and hide from the watching eyes. They punish you until, eventually, you stop doing these things. You never know when the eyes are watching.

So you sit there, on your cot, and sometimes you stare at the world outside. You see all sorts of things out there; everyday people with ordinary lives, who live in houses and have terrible jobs and perfectly average, delightfully messy families. You think you hate the people outside, but the truth is that you’re so terribly jealous you can hardly stand to look. But you keep looking, every single day, because the only other thing you can look at is the watchtower, and the watchtower makes you afraid.

Suppose there is no one inside the watchtower. Suppose the overseer lies slumped over in his chair, dead. Suppose his corpse has rotted away and his bones have turned to dust. How are you supposed to know? You cannot see inside the watchtower. You can still feel the overseer’s eyes long after he died, but then again, you don’t even know he’s dead. How long would you sit there, afraid of eyes that have rotted right out of the overseer’s corpse? How long will you stay there, terrified of the wrath of a man who has been dead for years?

The truth is you will stay there forever. And you will not touch the door, which is unlocked, or attempt to speak to your neighbors, who have all escaped a long, long time ago. You will sit there and watch the outside world, sick with jealousy, fantasizing about plucking one of those tiny little people from their tiny little life and holding them close in your tiny little prison. Sometimes you fantasize about being one of the tiny little people outside, with a tiny little life and a tiny family you love. The fantasy makes you tremendously afraid, because the outside is deceptive. It’s not safe out there, where things can touch you. Where you are vulnerable and the whole world is unfamiliar. So. You will sit there in your cell, and when someone finally opens the door you will leap up and cry get out! Get out! Don’t you know he’s watching?! Don’t you know it’s not safe for me outside?! And you will push your would-be rescuer away until you can close the door in their face. It doesn’t matter how persistent your rescuer is, or how persuasive they might be. You will not leave your prison, your safe haven, until the day you die.

Anyways. Foucaultnatural. Go read discipline and punish.

A little slice of heaven.

i will never complain about a book seeming like a fanfic with the serial numbers filed off because that means the author had the invaluable ability to tell when their au had diverged enough that these were just straight-up different characters now

even as we speak there is probably someone out there writing a delightful 100k+ word gay romance novel about a genderqueer bisexual single parent who lives in a beach town and fixes classic cars and falls in love with the sexy tentacle monster mermaid that saved their life, and that writer could probably make pretty good money self-publishing it, but they won't because that would mean admitting that they aren't really writing destiel anymore

It's the cruel beast that you feed It's your burning yearning need to bleed Through the spillways

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SUPERNATURAL -> 12x23 ❝ all along the watchtower ❞

this is me for the next 10 years

The word gaslighting gets thrown around a LOT these days but if having one of your main characters confess his gay love to another one of your main characters before dying in an epic self sacrifice (an event that broke the internet) only to collectively pretend it never happened and make sure no one involved ever mentions it again isn't gaslighting I don't know what is

Officially the last sketch of 2017! 

It couldn’t not be Demon!Dean and Angel!Cas <3

i like dean because he characterises himself as the one who cries the least and yet he cries the most