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limeade-l3sbian · 7 months

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I've seem some people showing disappointment in the fact that Kurtis Conner is still supporting his friend, Dean, even after all this racist shit (racist tweets, blackface) came up about him. And Kurtis' response was, "Do you really think I'd still be friends with him if he was still like that? He's changed. That was a long time ago. If you don't like him, don't watch him." And my whole thing was...is this surprising?

Kurtis Conner is the definition of "doth protest too much". This grown ass man (that people love to infantilize) must take at least five minutes every video to remind you, "Hey, I'm actually really open minded male feminist and I think that women deserve basic respect. Amiright, ladies?" And he does this because he knows his audience is extremely liberal women.

And I'm not implying that he started off edgy, because he didn't. He's always had that "safe, golden retriever" bullshit persona from the jump. I'm not even implying that the guy is secretly a Nazi or something.

But what I am saying is that he's still a Youtuber. He's still a media figure. He's still a guy making money on how he's perceived. He's the silly man with the mustache and mullet, so you should go see his comedy show and listen to his terrible podcast (it is absolute garbage, he is shit without a script). Media personas will always give you the version of themselves that sells the most.

"But why aren't you shitting more on the guy who actually did the blackface?" Because people already did! He got "cancelled" for something completely unrelated a while ago and this only affirmed people's dislike of him. He's never really come back since. And not to mention, he's not even really that big of an internet "celeb." Most, if not all, of his exposure came from Kurtis. Kurtis brought him on his channel, and Kurtis went on tour with him.

This generally happens with white feminists (male and female). They will go to war over slights and attacks against the LGBT, but because they have no true connection to racism, don't hold as much ire for it beyond what is socially acceptable.

They might speak out against it online, but it's not crossing their mind all that much once they click "post". But more internally, they might also be thinking, "Was it even that serious?"

And listen. Nothing is going to happen to Kurtis Conner. He's going to be fine. He'll apologize for something like "I'm sorry if you felt like I didn't care" or whatever and then it'll be business as usual. 2+ million views a video and all that stuff.

But I just found it interesting that people were surprised he was defending Dean. Don't put your trust into media personalities. Because that is what they're selling to you. A personality. And nowhere in this social contract did they ever insinuate it was their real one.

#kurtis conner

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queermania · 1 year

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I don't really think it was played this way... But the only way I can make sense of Dean's fifth base comment is in the same context as things like the cucumber water. Big "the lady doth protest too much, methinks" vibes. Because when Dean thinks of anal he thinks about being the bottom and has to immediately front that he's never thought about this a single time in his life (without even a second of consideration that other people might not also immediately associate anal with a dude bottoming). To which Sam is like "why tf are you being so weird, (straight, bottom!woman) anal is super common in porn and we all know how much you're into porn" without it ever once occurring to Sam that Dean would even know other sorts of anal sex exist. This has the bonus of being one of my favorite kinds of Dean and Sam misunderstandings: Dean trying to deny something that didn't even occur to Sam with Sam being incredibly confused why Dean is denying something incredibly obvious while simultaneously totally oblivious to what Dean is actually denying.

the battle of dean "so very queer but must perform the Heterosexuality for my little brother" winchester vs sam "accidental homophobic oblivion" winchester strikes again

#replies #queerbluebird

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thenookienostradamus · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Okay so this one looks insanely fun; I couldn't not hop on board. Tagged by the fantastic @nocompromise-noregrets. These are some juicy questions!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 45. Oh shit I just realized I have one fic for each year of my life.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 957,606

3. What fandoms do you write for? Many of the ones I have written for I don't anymore, but I've written for some enormous fandoms like Hannibal, Tolkien/Silmarillion, Star Wars, Sherlock, and SPN, a couple biggish ones (Detroit: Become Human , Midnight Mass, and Foundation -TV), and a shitload of tiny fandoms including The Alienist (TV), The Following, True Detective, The Exorcist (TV), and Preacher (TV).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Cernunnos (Hannibal) - 1,189; Misericorde (Hannibal) - 727; Exit Music (D:BH) - 716; The Detective Doth Protest Too Much (D:BH) - 638; The Stolen Prey (Hannibal) - 579.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It's super important to me to take time and thank people who have commented. Also I'm not super crazy popular so I don't get a shit-ton of comments anyway. They're all gems!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm. Most likely Nightmare Angel, my lone Supernatural fic which nobody reads because I kill Dean and send Sam on an automobile-assisted vengeance quest. Listen, it's a book-based AU and the book isn't exactly the happiest.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably This Night at the Edge of the World, which is a surprisingly poignant modern AU take on a Star Wars crack ship. Matt the fucking Radar Technician. Who knew?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Rarely. I've gotten a couple of comments along the lines of "Why didn't you do x?" or "If this was my fic I would have..." and I've found that a lot of those come from people who are well intentioned but possibly neurodivergent, so I try to be kind.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep. All but 8 of my fics are Explicit-rated. Not sure what is meant by "what kind" - but like...hopefully the sexy kind? This is a reflection of the reason why I read fanfic. If I want character development, an engrossing story, an ingenious plot, whatever, I read original fiction. If I want to read about make-believe people banging, I read fic. I don't like longfic or romance or slow burn or whatever. Reading fic, for me, is purely for horndog reasons.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I guess the closest I've come to that is the Techienician ship, AKA Matt the Radar Technician (Adam Driver's undercover Star Wars character from a Saturday Night Live sketch) x Techie from Dredd (2012) as played by Domhnall Gleeson.

11. (there doesn't seem to be a question 11) Free space! I am loving the recent proliferation of interesting, complicated female characters in media!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Uh. I think so? Not sure if it was on AO3, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Tons of them, actually. Which is weird because I typically like to write alone. But I've had some amazing collabs. I cowrote one of my Following fics with a friend (we've since lost touch). I wrote a crackfic called It's Hard Out There for a Balrog for a reverse bang, collaborating with @melkors-big-tits and his ridiculously amazing art and awesome ideas. My fave collab, of course, was the extraordinarily cracky Kylux holiday fic, Merry Huxmas, which I co-wrote with my sister, @gefionne.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uh...I don't really have an all-time favorite. Just whatever is occupying my mind at the time.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm not entirely sure I'll ever finish The Unresisting Heart, which is a Maglor/Sauron fic. It was an experiment in style and I enjoyed it, but I'm not sure I'm in the frame of mind to finish. I keep telling myself I'll finish In Eorum Nominibus, my Midnight Mass Riley/Father Paul fic. But again...not sure.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization, probably. I'm pretty decent at putting together a plot with a lot of moving pieces. Dialogue. Also making things not read like fanfic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes miss opportunities for character interiority, especially with a fast-moving plot. I try not to, but my writing is vague sometimes. I don't particularly think it's a weakness, but fic readers love flowery, pretty language and I refuse to write that way.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Largely unnecessary. If you do, translate. But throwing words from another language in makes you sound like a non-native speaker trying to appear cool. If you're fluent in another language, why not just write in that language, too?

19. First fandom you wrote for? Well, if you don't count Mary Sue stories written in a spiral notebook before the computer era, probably The Matrix. Revolutions, specifically. It's not posted. It will never be posted.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Exit Music. Because its totally invented AU plot went on to inspire an original novel that may or may not be published before I die. People really do not want to read "unlikeable female characters." Sigh.

Tagging some new friends, including @mycapeisplaid and @madsmilfelsen, plus some beloved old friends: @thefangirlibrarian, @niennawept, @ruiniel, @i-did-not-mean-to, @cilil, and the obligatory @gefionne because she has the same parents as I do and also because she's awesome.

#fic #writing #tag game #fanfiction #fic asks

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months

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Gilmore girls anon here:

Sooo much agree!

I love that upon rewatches the show makes you change your mindset about certain situations and characters. I think that’s superior writing at work!

I was also a few years younger than Rory was, and the dynamics of that really spoke to me as well!

I also did really like dean when we first met him but later on, you do realize dean had too many red flags. I like Jared P too - and I think that was part of the reason why people liked dean (at first)? Then I assume he got written out of the show because he went on to do supernatural for the next 20 years lol but maybe it was just because his character was being outgrown by Rory. Or both.

Logan and Rory actually do make sense but how they bought them back in the revival was just problematic. And yes, she couldn’t remember her actual bf’s name which was just 🙄. I felt like half the revival series was just an epic trolling effort 🤣 but I do think Amy Sherman Palladino had her reasons for writing it the way she did. I also felt she was purposely making people say how much they loved Rory and how Rory was this amazing person because doth protest too much. It became extremely obvious to me in the revival that Rory is a product of her own upbringing but she also didn’t learn from the lessons her own mother tried to teach her.

Love hearing that you loved this show too. I could talk about them for hours.

Yeah, upon first viewing and watching it every week as it was on, I obviously related to Rory, but I adored Lorelei. Now, I find Emily to be the Queen!

I found Jared on GG to be so beautiful. Looks wise, he is still the most attractive boyfriend. But I loved how he spent time with Rory and Lorelei, but he turns toxic quickly. And I didn’t see that as a teenager, but I suppose that’s the point. SPN started in 2005, and I think Dean was already off the show. I know Jared did a few random movies. He was even in a Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie. And House of Wax which is oddly enjoyable.

I’m glad that Amy got to finish the series in her way. Although I despise the ending. I found Rory to be insufferable in the revival. And even Lorelei and Luke not having grown at all. It just didn’t share the same charm as it once did. With that being said I wasn’t satisfied with the series finale anyways.

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tonycamonte · 9 months

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new bio i stole it from morrisseys book about james dean the book itself sucks pretty bad but i thought this part was funny and also kind of a mean thing to say about james dean like give the guy a break goddamn. methinks the lady doth protest too much we know all know you wanna fuck him so bad steven . so perfect quote for me another man who wants to fuck james dean and is too sensitive

#✉️

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samscompliment · 3 years

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fan fiction is actually a bi dean thesis ep. evidence:

whatever the fuck his face goes through when he sees siobhan and kristen

quotes rent. from memory.

#also i know they don’t want me to take this seriously and make it gay but i’m going to #methinks the lady (dean) doth protest too much. also sam knows :-)

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margarittet · 6 years

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This was bothering me whole day today, and I FINALLY placed it where I had seen this scene before.

Friends 3x20 & Supernatural 13x16

#parallels #Dean is bi #he doth protest too much #dean x fred #spn 13x16 #scoobynatural

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loserchildhotpants · 3 years

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Destiel prompt from Twitter; kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, even though, it’s a lie, and the kiss proves it (from this prompt list)

“I’m just saying that I don’t think you’d get this defensive if there really wasn’t anything between you two -”

“There isn’t, and I’m not getting defensive!” Dean argues, decidedly defensively.

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Sam offers with a shrug and a smirk.

Staring down into the open grave the boys are in, Castiel glances between the brothers and tilts his head, wondering if perhaps by a different angle, he may better understand what their expressions mean.

“We’re bonded or whatever - that’s it, man! There’s nothing else going on!”

“I’m not even saying there is anything ‘going on,’ I’m just saying there could be, and if that were something you wanted -”

“I’m not qu -”

“I know, I get it, I hear you, humor me for a second, okay? All I’m saying is just - if there were something between you two, and you wanted there to be something ‘going on,’ where there is currently nothing ‘going on,’ I just think you should, hypothetically go for something rather than settling for the nothing, because, personally, I think there is something there, and you could have a great thing going if that were what you wanted.”

“Even if - which I don’t - I’m not - listen, though, okay? I’m not, and I don’t want that - not that there’s anything wrong with it, or something, just - even if that were the case, Cas isn’t like that. He’s not a being that experiences shit like that -”

“I’m telling you you’re wrong, Dean! The way he stares at you -”

“He stares at everyone!”

“Do I?”

The Winchesters jump in unison, both with hands on their guns faster than should be possible. They both visibly relax again, though, when they realize it’s only Castiel interrupting.

“Oh, hey, Cas,” Dean greets, his voice markedly more gentle than it was with Sam only a moment before.

Castiel appreciates it.

“Hello, Dean.”

With a cheeky grin, Sam clears his throat, and says to Cas, “your timing couldn’t be better, actually, Cas - Dean and I have some questions -”

“No, no, we do not have questions,” Dean growls at Sam, eyes blazing dangerously.

“I am always available to you boys for whatever inquiries I can assist in. Is this pertaining to my staring? It’s academic in nature, I assure you - frankly, I am used to having a form that hosts many more eyes; being in this Earthly form can present obstacles, as my perceptions are more limited than I can remember them ever being. I promise I do not mean to insult anyone.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone’s thinking of it as an insult,” Sam intones; Dean shoves his elbow into Sam’s kidney to shut him up.

“This is you being defensive, by the way,” Sam wheezes, doubled over, but still smirking at Dean, “What’s the big deal if there’s nothing going on?”

Flushed, Dean scowls at Sam, drops his shovel, and tells him, “I’m not being defensive! There’s nothing to be defensive about! And I’ll prove it!”

Clambering out of the grave, Dean brushes the soil from his hands onto his dirtier jeans, and stomps more than walks up to Castiel.

“You’ve a cut,” Cas murmurs worriedly, spotting a knick Dean got on his cheek earlier in the day.

“It’s nothing. Listen, Cas -”

Before Dean can get anymore out, Castiel reaches for his left-side cheek, cups that side of his face, and spreads a cooling sensation that knits the skin back together neatly and cleanly.

“Uh - thanks, Cas,” Dean mutters gruffly as Cas takes his hand back.

“My pleasure, Dean.”

Uncharacteristically nervous, Dean glances down at the ground, his hands shoved in his jean pockets, then his eyes skim the ground until they happen upon Sam’s again, and whatever silent exchange they have works Dean up again.

“Cas,” Dean begins, looking into his eyes with determination, “We’re friends, you ‘n me, right?”

“Yes, Dean. You are my most cherished friend,” Castiel answers.

That gives Dean a moment’s pause where he seems to be searching Castiel’s face for some sign of sarcasm or deceit; there is none to be detected, of course.

“I - thanks, man. Uhm. Now - this is gonna sound like a weird question, but bear with me, ‘cause I’m not about to assume consent or something.”

“Okay,” Castiel says in confusion, tilting his head again.

“I’m tryin’a prove a point here to Sam, and to get it across - just - would you be okay with me kissing you? Like, just this once - I promise I won’t make it weird or anything, but I gotta ask, you know? I know you’re not into physical stuff like -”

“You’d like my permission to kiss?” Castiel intercepts neutrally, “Like people do?”

Something about that is funny - or startling? - to both Sam and Dean, and Castiel can’t tell which or for what reasons.

“Yeah. Just this one time,” Dean repeats.

Though he takes a respectable count of four seconds to seem as though he needs to consider his options, Castiel nods, and replies, “of course, Dean. Of all the favors you’ve asked of me before, I assure this is certainly the most convenient and pleasant of them.”

Sam snorts a laugh, Dean tosses a glare at him, and then settles gentle, if a little nervous, eyes back on Castiel.

“Okay…”

Dean steps closer into Cas’ space, bringing them toe-to-toe and he finds himself staring down; he’d not realized Cas was shorter than him. It’s not by much, not really enough to be remarked upon, even, but it means that Cas winds up looking up at him from under the cover of long, dark lashes, and even in the dark of the night, his eyes shine like twinkling gems.

Swallowing with some difficulty, Dean holds loosely onto the lapels of Cas’ trench coat, and he means to go in chaste, he really does, it’s just that he’s actually struggling to breathe a little, so his lips are just barely parted, and Cas - as far as Dean can tell, Cas takes that as a cue.

Because Cas’ full lips press in, but so does his tongue; before Dean can even secure his footing, Cas makes his loose hold on the lapels go tight, licking up into Dean’s mouth without hesitation or mercy.

Praying his shocked gasp wasn’t audible to Sam, Dean just tries to hold on while Cas turns his head, bites Dean’s heavy bottom lip, and then pushes Dean’s mouth more open with his own, and then he drags his hot tongue against Dean’s, coming in broad, and soft.

Dean hears himself make some kind of noise - he can’t tell what it is, because there’s too much blood rushing in his skull - there’s stubble. Stubble. There is stubble in this equation other than his own, and that’s new, and terrifying, and should be wholly unwelcome, but every synapse in his brain dedicated to pleasure is telling him otherwise.

One wide hand insinuates itself under the hem of Dean’s weathered flannel, calloused fingers pressing into his left hip possessively while the other hand glides over his pec, and shoulder to the back of his neck, pinky finger teasing the sensitive skin just under the back of his cotton collar, and thumb brushing the fine hairs at the base of Dean’s skull.

Dean thinks he may be swaying - he’s dizzy.

Cas is dragging him closer, pressing their hips and abdomens together, and Dean’s hands have somehow found better purchase on the front of Cas’ button-down dress shirt than his lapels.

Dean thinks he hears one of the buttons pop off with the strain of his hold, but neither of them seem inclined to do anything about it, so he figures it doesn’t matter; he tries to establish himself as a bit more dominant, thrown off his usual groove by the absolutely sinful way Cas apparently kisses.

To Dean’s simultaneous horror and delight, Cas doesn’t relinquish any control; he won’t be moved, his hands get tighter and hotter where they touch Dean’s skin, he only presses them harder together, and he kisses Dean like he wants to eat him alive.

He kisses Dean like he wants to crawl inside him, like he’s hungry - starved - like kissing is an act of carnage just as much as an act of love, like those things aren’t mutually exclusive.

He’d rather die than admit it to anyone, but Dean’s knees get a little weak, and Cas basically holds up his entire weight by just the grip he’s got on Dean’s waist.

Before he knows it’s happened, Dean’s hard enough to carve stone, and Cas readjusts how they’re slotted against one another to better accommodate Dean’s failing balance, and Cas feels it - he must. Even if he doesn’t feel how hard Dean is against him right away, the guttural moan Dean will deny having made til his dying breath clues him in.

What sounds like hundreds of cherry bombs going off has them stumbling away from each other, and frantically looking about.

The streetlights have exploded. There’s glass everywhere, and based on the echoes of car alarms and distant voices, it’s becoming more and more possible that Cas destroyed the windows and lights of several cars and nearby homes.

Even he and Sam’s flashlights are busted.

In the blanket of darkness that’s settled over the graveyard, Dean can still see clearly, because Cas’ eyes are high beams cutting through the fog of the night.

They’re both panting, Dean’s pretty certain that a resting heart rate isn’t meant to feel like this, and Cas is looking positively feral.

“Jesus fuck!” Sam curses, his arms crossed over his head where he still plucks a shard of glass from his hair.

Reminded of Sam’s presence, Castiel’s head swivels to him, the glow of his eyes dims down, and then he looks back at Dean, visibly frightened.

Dean takes no pleasure in Cas ever being scared, so he reaches out, takes a step back into Cas’ space, but that spooks him more, and in less than a blink of an eye, he’s gone.

Not cool, Cas, Dean thinks loudly, hoping it counts as a prayer that Cas will hear.

Reaching into the front of his jeans, Dean uses the near blackness of the power outage to his advantage, and readjusts himself to the best of his abilities.

It really doesn’t do much.

“Well,” Sam starts pointedly.

Dean, weak at the knees, lips criminally swollen, face flushed, hair mussed and harder than he’s ever been in his life, turns slowly to scowl at Sam.

“That was not nothing.”

Dean doesn’t see a way of winning the argument, so he kicks dirt into Sam’s hair, and leaves him to finish burying.

#destiel #deancas #drabble #kisses #my stuff #some spice tho #just for funsies

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angelsdean · 7 months

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sorry i'm still thinking meta-ly about deancassie's goodbye. like first there's what i said in the linked post. dean notably isn't the one driving in this scene. it's sam behind the wheel, steering them away. because leaving cassie again is painful. it's the last thing he wants to do. and dean is someone who struggles to do the leaving when it comes to the people he loves. at four years old he establishes this sort of idea about love and leaving. he tells mary as he comforts her after john left, "i love you too. and i'll never leave you." he sees how john leaving hurts mary and dean promises to never be the one who leaves. and while, later, his life circumstances often get in the way, he continues to struggle to do the leaving. and it hurts him deeply when he gets left.

so, this goodbye, he can't be in the driver's seat. he just can't do it. and then on the road, sam asks, "You meet someone like her, doesn't it makes you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" and dean just smiles and pointedly does not answer. because we know what his answer would be. we know already, despite the facade he puts up, that dean doesn't really want to be doing this. he scoffs at the apple pie picket fence life in a "the lady doth protest too much" sort of way. we know he had his own dreams, desires. he wanted to go to college too. he wanted a normal life. so, if he could just put it all down? if he could stop hunting and not feel guilty about it and build a life with someone he loves, would he? yes, of course, yes. but he doesn't feel he has that choice. he still feels bound to this duty, this mission. so what's the point in answering that question when the answer won't change anything? instead he puts on his sunglasses and reclines back and tells sam to wake him up when it's his turn to drive. (because he still can't drive yet. they're still too close. he could easily turn the car around. he doesn't trust himself not to)

but, back to the other part of deancassie's goodbye that really gets me. it's dean's insistence that they will see each other again (even if we know this to be false, being the omniscient audience we are with the power to see into the future.) because dean has.....faith. dean got his crash course in faith in the previous episode and now, well, he's a bit of a believer in things that seem impossible. cassie says she's a "realist" and "doesn't see much hope" for them. but dean says he's seen stranger things. cassie says "goodbye" with an air of finality but dean responds with, "I'll see ya, Cassie....I will." determined and believing every word. because, again, dean can't bear to leave the people he loves. but if he must or if circumstances / other powers force them apart then he'll do everything he can to find his way back to them.

he is literally, literally the kind of person who does not say "goodbye" but "see you later." a fact that is made all the more heart-wrenching when you think about 15x18 too. "why does this sound like a goodbye" dean asks, his whole body filling with dread. "because it is." and dean pleading, "don't do this, cas." and then cas, like cassie, says "goodbye" with an air of finality. and what do we know about dean? well, he doesn't accept goodbyes. "I'll see ya....I will."

anyways dean's last goodbye with his first love and dean's last goodbye with his last love, two people that also share very similar names, is just. well. it sure does make me feel some kind of way.

#mymeta #vics spn rewatch #dean studies #spn 1x13 #spn 15x18 #parallels #deancassie #deancas

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 95: 2x12, 13x11

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

January 25, 2022

2x12: Nightshifter

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Original air date: January 25, 2007

Plot Synopsis:

The Winchesters investigate a series of crimes where robbers with no criminal past commit suicide after the hold-ups.

Features:

Ronald the X-Files superfan, mandroids, Ronald takes the bank, Henrickson makes his first appearance, the absolute best needle drop of the entire series.

My Thoughts:

I’ve probably already said this about another episode in Stacked but this is maybe the perfect recipe for a monster of the week style episode. The special effects are impeccable, the stakes are low-ish world-wise (Chuck isn’t about to Vanish everyone on Earth) but astronomical for the protagonists. It’s a reasonable escalation of in-world stakes based on what has happened with the Winchesters and the cops so far in the series.There’s emotional stakes introduced early with Ronald because he has his heart in the right place and he tries to do the right thing even if he fails spectacularly at it. The setup is believable, they didn’t have to make up bullshit for them to be stuck in that situation without their usual arsenal of weapons. And I love a smart monster! This shifter is freaky because of how good it is at what it’s doing. Everything is really well-executed.

I really like Ben Edlund’s dialogue for Dean in this episode (and generally in his other episodes as well); he’s fun without being overly quippy, he has strong emotional reactions to anything to do with his dad, and he gets to like people like Ron and the okey-dokey bank guy.

The only thing that kind of annoys me is the women just throwing themselves at Dean (although this is an early-seasons complaint in general, not just for this episode), but at a certain point it becomes really performative in the text itself. Like flashing a neon sign saying “THIS MAN IS A RED-BLOODED HETEROSEXUAL”. Methinks the lady (Eric Kripke) doth protest too much.

Thank you Ben Edlund for the introduction of Victor Henrickson; I love when there are real world consequences to the choices they have to make while monster hunting. They’re in danger from everyone, not just the things they hunt, and that makes it way more tense to watch them do what they do. It’s a fun quirk of Stacked that the only other time we’ve seen him so far was his part in the Rising of the Witnesses in season 4 as part of the breaking of the seals.

Notable Lines:

“I liked him. He's not that different from you or me. People think we're crazy.”

“It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad. [...] Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 9.0

13x11: Breakdown

Written by: Davy Perez

Directed by: Amyn Kaderali

Original air date: January 25, 2018

Plot Synopsis:

Donna calls Dean and Sam for help after her niece Wendy goes missing. They find out she was kidnapped by a man who sells human parts to monsters in online auctions and race to rescue her.

Features:

Creepy cashiers and truck stop patrons, Dean makes pancakes at 6am like a maniac, Donna’s missing niece, Sam is less than enthusiastic, dark web body part auctions, Donna is great with a shotgun, Doug gets turned and unturned, Sam gets captured,

My Thoughts:

We skipped this episode on our first watch of the late seasons because it doesn’t have a ton of relevance to the main plot and @weedsinavacantlot was prioritizing Cas episodes (understandable), but HOLY SHIT. I LOVED this episode.

Right off the start the directing was way more interesting and suspenseful than a lot of what we’ve seen in Supernatural, even in some of the earlier seasons when the show was ostensibly in the horror genre. It reminded me of Drag Me Away (From You), which I guess the whole fandom isn’t sold on but I also loved. He’s making his way to being my favourite director, and the team up with Davy Perez writing is super strong.

A lot of the time in the later seasons I’m not into one-off episodes but I really liked this one. If the monster of the week style episodes in seasons 11-15 were more like this I would enjoy them a lot more.

Giving us the emotional in of it being someone Donna loves was great. Donna is such a loveable character that I immediately bought in to wanting to rescue Wendy, and it was awesome to see how much she’s developed as a hunter and how much her confidence has grown in the last few years. She’s a total badass now, and she doesn’t wait around for Sam and Dean to solve all the problems just because she called them in to help. At the same time, she’s still allowed to feel things and have emotional reactions to everything going on. It can be a difficult line to walk but I think it was handled beautifully.

All of the minor characters and suspects had a ton of personality to them. I was worried for a minute that the hot lesbian trucker was going to be evil just because we so rarely get our attention drawn to a civilian without them either being evil or being killed a few minutes later. The preacher, too, was a complete creep, but he was also just a guy. A great red herring.

When the auction was revealed I legitimately just pointed at the screen and yelled “EW EW EW” for like 30 seconds. I cheered and threw my hands in the air when Donna shot out the vampire’s kneecap. I had ordered food and I didn’t remember to look at my phone to check the status until the doorbell rang as it was delivered like 3 minutes from the end of the episode.

I wouldn’t exactly call this episode one for the Samgirls, but I thought it was really great that Davy Perez tied him to Kaia a little bit. It’s so easy in later seasons to forget that Sam was a psychic kid too, and I never considered him identifying with Kaia and then seeing her die for them. I was with Dean and kind of laughed to myself thinking he was moping about something. (To be fair, it’s hard to track everyone’s emotional journeys when your stacking. I might have remembered if I was just watching the seasons in normal human order.)

The actress who played Wendy was great. She didn’t really get the opportunity to show a lot of range, but my bet is that if Wayward Sisters had been picked up she would have at least been a recurring character.

Notable Lines:

“Do you really wanna get on the FBI’s radar again?”

“So you’re saying monsters are real?” “Pretty much.”

“He’s a big boy. We need him on a wide lens.”

“You and your brother are famous. Hell, soon as I saw that fancy car, I knew who you were. And I knew you’d be trouble.”

“most monsters… hell, they could be your next-door neighbor. They work a regular job, mow the lawns on a Saturday.”

“This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 8.3

In Conclusion: Stacked said stop getting on the FBI’s radar.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #2x12 #Nightshifter #13x11 #Breakdown #not to spoil the ratings but these episodes both kicked ass

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slashermary · 3 years

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the fact that DEAN is the one who turns the tv off when that women cas did gay god crimes in front of calls him sexy…methinks the closet case doth protest too much…

#like…can’t handle it huh. but nods in agreement in private next time he listens to his little atrocities!!!#FUCK this episode is so fun especially if you’re not right off the tail end of s6 so like. it’s not heartbreaking or depressing. just fun<3 #caroline.txt #mine

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awkwardfortuna · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Bisexual Dean Winchester, College Student! Sam Winchester, Sexuality Crisis, Lawyer Sam Winchester, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Human, Dean explores himself, John Winchester is long gone in this one, Dean Doth Protest Too Much, Internalized Homophobia, Identity Issues, Bad Parent John Winchester, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Mild Smut, i wrote this in a day, bear with me, Character Study, One Shot, Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Dean doesn’t know how they somehow got on to the topic of ‘gay sex’ but some time after ‘Hello Sammy, how’s school going?’ and 'How are classes?' they just up and veered straight into it, like a car with it's brakes cut loose, crashing straight into a fucking tree.

I put on my clown hat and nose and I am once again Boo Boo the Fool, so plz, enjoy this Destiel fic in the year 2021

#SPN #fic #destiel #my fic #Ao3 #it's not Old Guard fic #and for that I am SO SORRY #but SPN is a disease #and unfortunately #I have it

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dothwrites · 4 years

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161 please??

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google doth always taking prompts

161--Where did that cat come from?

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The rainstorm starts when Dean pulls into the space outside the bunker’s door. It’ll be a pain in the ass to reverse and pull into the garage, plus he and Sam have a trunk full of groceries, so Dean just curses and puts the Impala into park before he gets out of the car. Water droplets start to pelt against the top of his head and the back of his neck as he loads as many bags on his wrists and arms as humanly possible.

From there, it’s a quick trip down the bunker stairs. Sam follows behind, with a more modest amount of bags swinging from his hands. Dean walks quickly, cognizant of his struggling circulation, not to mention the unpleasant wind of a single bead of water down his spine. Their steps echo down the bunker stairs, which would alert Cas to their presence, even if the “Cas, we’re home!” didn’t.

“Shut up,” Dean automatically says when he hears Sam’s poorly repressed snigger.

“Needy much?” Sam does a faulty reproduction of Dean’s voice, making sure to give him a falsetto. “Cas, we’re home!” He continues to snicker as they make their way to the kitchen. “You’re about one step away from Lucy.”

“Ok, first of all, it was Ricky Ricardo who said those lines and secondly--shut up.” Ok, so not the best comeback. Blame the rain and his screaming wrists and arms. Dean flushes and turns away from Sam as he lifts the groceries onto the counter with a quiet grunt.

“Nice job, He-Man. Maybe next time you could try multiple trips?”

“Go out? More than once? For groceries? Sam, it’s like you don’t even know me.” Dean starts unpacking the bags, pausing when he reaches a certain jar. “Cas! We’re in the kitchen!”

On the opposite side of the kitchen, Sam starts to hum something that sounds like needy baby needy baby. Dean debates throwing a can of green beans at the back of his shaggy moose head. He settles for lobbing a poisonous glare at Sam’s head and not letting up until his brother turns around.

“Hey, he dipped out on grocery shopping. The least he could do is come and help put the stuff away.” Plus Dean bought a jar of the good stuff for Cas, organic, comb in honey. It cost him an arm and a leg, but it’ll be worth it once he sees the pleased, shy smile spread across Cas’ face, which he can’t see until his boyfriend makes his way to the kitchen.

Sam must catch sight of the honey because he lets out a very unflattering snort. Dean defensively scoops the honey out of sight. “It’s good for the environment,” he defends, despite the fact that he’s never recycled a day in his life.

“Sure.” Sam really shouldn’t sound so smug, Mr. I Drink Kale Smoothies and Poop Compost. “Look, all I’m saying is that if my boyfriend had me that whipped, then I would at least own it.”

“Your boyfriend would run away from your ugly face,” Dean snidely digs. Far from dissolving into a snotty mess, Sam just makes a very rude gesture involving use of a singular finger, and turns around to continue stocking the freezer with pizza rolls.

The first sign of trouble is a singular sneeze. Dean shakes it off--it was raining outside, pollen is in the air, and the bunker that they live in was made by a bunch of old, dead guys, so there’s bound to be some dust.

The second, third, and fourth sneezes come as more of a puzzle.

Sam, ever the solicitous brother, raises an eyebrow. “You dying or what?” he asks.

“Or what,” Dean wheezes, though his eyes are watery and itchy. A rattle starts in his throat as another sneeze rocks through his body. This is not normal. In fact, he only gets like this when...

Cas walks into the kitchen, wearing jeans and one of Dean’s hoodies that’s just a bit too big for him in the arms (though it stretches delightfully across his chest and shoulders). As soon as he crosses the threshold of the kitchen, as if on command, Dean sneezes.

Through watery eyes, Dean squints at the suspicious bulge in the front of the hoodie pocket. Castiel casually shifts to the side to hide it, but it’s too late. Dean just saw something move. Cas might be happy to see him, but he’s nowhere near that happy.

“Whatcha got there Cas?” He tries to make it clear from his tone that his question is not a polite request.

It’s not every day that Dean gets to see a former angel of the Lord acting shifty, but that’s exactly what he gets to see as Cas tries to sidle his way out of the kitchen. “Cas,” Dean barks. Cas shuffles his feet as he plasters a very unconvincing look of innocence on his face. “What’s in your pocket?”

His facade of hardass suffers from the sneeze that rockets through his body, but it’s enough. Cas walks into the kitchen. Sam, intrigued by the drama, draws closer, but Dean’s eyes are focused on Cas’ hand as it dips into the hoodie pocket.

Castiel withdraws his hand, holding his burden out for inspection. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Sam’s mouth drop open in a paroxysm of delight (fucking softie). For his part, Dean greets the reveal with three consecutive sneezes, each one more violent than the last.

“Cas,” Dean finally says, sniffling around his words, “where did that cat come from?”

The cat in question can’t be much more than a kitten. It sits easily in Cas’ large hand. Luminous green eyes blink up slowly at him through a haze of black fur. As Dean watches, the kitten opens its mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth and a pink tongue. A soft mew fills the space.

Dean answers it with a sniffle.

“I was out in the garden earlier today,” Cas begins. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look guilty as he pulls the kitten in close to his chest. Dean winces (that’s a hell of a lot of dander and fur that’s winding up on an article of clothing that still technically belongs to him) before he outright flinches as the kitten digs its claws into the fabric. Say goodbye to that particular hoodie.

“It was just starting to rain and I found her.” Cas looks at him, all huge blue eyes and plaintive voice. “She was cold and shivering. I don’t think that she’d eaten for several days.”

Great. Just great. Dean can already see where this is going and exactly what parts they’re all going to fall into. Cas, the crusader for justice and kindness, Sam, the well-intentioned supporter, and Dean, the cruel hand of logic.

“Well, feed her, and then after the rain finishes we can take her to the shelter.”

Next to him, Sam gasps. Cas’ mouth turns down in a stubborn frown.

“Dean, the shelter is a kill shelter.” Sam’s voice sounds as scandalized as though Dean had suggested that they carpet bomb the whole town.

“It’s a kitten. It’s cute. It’ll get adopted in like three seconds. I mean, it’s already got the two of you wrapped around its little dagger claws.”

There’s something embarrassing about the soppy eyes that both Sam and Cas shoot towards the kitten. No angel should look that sickly sweet.

“Dean, cats are fairly low maintenance,” Cas begins, which is exactly where Dean thought this talk was headed.

“I have allergies!” Dean protests, to be met with unsympathetic looks from both his brother and his boyfriend. Traitors. “Plus, who’s going to take care of it when we go on hunts? We going to pay the neighbors to come over into our super secret bunker filled with satanic stuff?”

Cas’ mouth flattens. “There are several establishments in town which cater to the boarding of pets.” Great. He’s already done research. “Also, many stores offer over the counter products designed to alleviate the symptoms of allergies.”

Between Sam’s puppy eyes and Cas’ jutting lower lip, Dean feels his defenses wavering. “You’d better keep it away from my room. And if it starts pissing on the floors or tearing up the furniture, it’s out of here. And you’re,” he points to both Sam and Cas, “going to pay for my allergy meds. And you’re going to feed it and pay for all its stuff.” He’s never felt more like a dad than in that moment, lecturing his brother and boyfriend on the proper care of the cat. “This is your pet; I’m not going to take care of it!”

Cas nods earnestly before he walks across the kitchen and kisses the bolt of his jaw, right in the sweet spot that always turns Dean weak in the knees. Bastard knows exactly how to play him. Dean turns his head to kiss Cas properly, ignoring Sam’s gagging noises in the background. Cas hums into the kiss, his teeth ghosting over Dean’s lower lip in a hint of a tease.

Dean’s just ready to make it a proper kiss, Sam be damned, when he’s stabbed. Yelping in pain, he jumps backward, glaring at the tiny, cockblocking, ball of fluff still held in Cas’ hands. The kitten retracts the minuscule knives attached to its paws as it blinks innocently up at him.

“Oh, I think you must have squashed her,” Cas says, rubbing a finger underneath the kitten’s chin.

For its part, the kitten yawns at Dean before falling asleep.

“Yeah,” Dean mutters, massaging at his wound (seriously, he’s bleeding and Sam is just laughing at him like an asshole). “Yeah, this is going to turn out swell.

(It comes to no one’s surprise, least of all Dean’s, when he goes to bed and finds not only Castiel, but the kitten curled up on his mattress. I said she’s not allowed on the bed, Dean tries, but the protest is weak at best, especially when Cas has decided to play dirty and is lying bare-chested with the sheet artfully draped over his waist.

Well, I could take her back to my room, Cas murmurs, scooping up the kitten, and Dean’s going hellishly soft in his old age because he just says Over my dead body, before crawling over the mattress to where Cas waits. The kitten finds her way to the floor.

In the morning, Dean wakes up with his nose running and his eyes gummy, due to the fucking cat who has decided to sleep less than a foot away from his face. The heated kiss that Cas gives him when he wakes up only partially helps to stop his bitching.)

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #domestic fic #fluff #cas with a cat #grumpy dean #super unhelpful sam #dothwrites

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