#and almost always grown women or teenage girls and idk what it is because I’ve never gotten like that?

[beehindblueeyes]

Once again begging y’all to be normal about child actors

It’s - it’s so creepy to Me? The obsession of finding photos that aren’t for the public or reposting what they did fanning over them (which could easily just be left as a comment? Like you have no need to make another post about their photo) etc

It’s particularly a problem when it comes to Miguel. I don’t know what it is? Maybe because he’s hispanic? And there’s a nasty form of adultifcation that comes with it on this boy and it’s scary… the family photos, the yearbook photos - the tattoos the constant comments etc like there’s being a fan of someone and having posters on the wall etc then there’s some concerning behavior…

He’s so young and people are so obsessed and I honestly feel like it’s …. He may be on the track to being another Eddie Furlong. He was a cute kid and a decent actor and people got… so ungodly obsessed with him at a extremely young age and he’s proof that stuff can mess you up BAD. Good actor who fell to obesssive fans, addiction etc - he’s washed out today but still manically obsessed over to the point someone’s placing all their personal problems on to him because of their parasocial relationship problems. I don’t want this for Miguel or any other child actor… for the love of god be normal

[ghost0loxer]

Imagine, a gender fluid teenager like myself has a favourite/feel-good film and that film is “Just One of the Guys,”from the mid 80s.

Picture this: theatre class, we watch “She’s The Man”, a dreamworks film from the 2000s. And yet, the social justice issues within the film are glaringly obvious to today’s society. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a funny film in a group setting - but then there are scenes that are just uncomfortable. Now, we discussed these themes in class, but I just can’t help but think about the film that came before it. Yes, StM (she’s the mans) is a modern day adaption of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” but I was thinking about the modern day adaption before StM, “Just One of the Guys” from the mid 80s.

I love this film. For multiple reasons, which I hope to discuss.

Number one, our main character. Terry Griffith is stubborn. If she thinks something is right, she won’t let anyone say no or get in her way. Now in some cases, this is great. It’s definitely a shift in the usual romantic comedy female lead (especially for the 80s). But it’s one of her biggest flaws. In the beginning, Terry doesn’t win a contest for a part-time job at the Sun Tribune. She believes her article was amazing, but she speaks with her English teacher and he gives it to her straight. “You don’t have what it takes to be a reporter.” Her article is boring; it’s about the nutritional value of the lunch menu in the school cafeteria, of course it’s boring. But the words her teacher tells her has her convinced it’s because she’s a woman. Thus, she leaves school for two weeks and transfers as a buy to another school who are holding the same competition. Once she gives her article, she is told almost the same thing, but this time, she’s given proper feedback to improve it. Of course, there was some irony with this scene between Terry and the teacher. “Just because you’re guy, doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive or light.” Thing is, she doesn’t give up, she strives to fix it and finds a new angle. I love her determination, I love the way she doesn’t let others push her around. Furthermore, her transition to a man. In StM, Viola as a guy is made to be cringey and comedic, you watch and think, there’s no way a guy would do that. But Terry, having grown up with a younger brother and is actually smart, manages to nail the role. Sure, she has slip-ups, but she stays afloat and she’s not being over the top. She’s chill and convincing, yet you as the audience can tell she’s trying to appear masculine. Her lines are witty and she’s sharp. Someone has something to say, she’ll be able to backtrack and answer with a joke or sarcasm quickly. I like smart characters.

Another point, the way women are written in this film. A lot of women in this film are treated like shit, but it’s probably a realistic depiction of the 80s. Everyone is talking about dating and sex, it seems to be the only topic the women in this film speak about, unless they are Terry. Terry seems to be the only character in this film whose main goal is not romance or sex. She strives to be a reporter, she wants to prove herself, and she rejects the advances upon her frequently. Whether it’s the boys asking her on dates in halls, or her own boyfriend attempting to seduce her when her parents aren’t home, she doesn’t put them above herself, yet she still lets them down easily, unless they become more pushy (case in point, her boyfriend, Kevin, in the beginning). She can stand up for herself, but she’s not the only one. Her best friend, Denise is one of the many women looking for love, nevertheless, she holds standards. I will admit, I didn’t like Denise’s acting in the beginning; she’s not a great character, but even she manages to reject men’s advances constantly. She’s not afraid to say it bluntly and she expresses her true emotions when certain guys try to ask her out. She tells it to them straight, and I respect her for that (despite her lack of empathy for some). Terry’s brother is constantly hitting on Denise, but she stands her ground. She doesn’t hit him or curse him out, she spins words around him and always lead back to the key word “no.”

This is my third, and maybe final point, (because I’m not great at writing but I’m starting to get tired) the way they handle sexual orientation. It seems if you’re going to make a film about a cross-dressing woman who falls in love with a man, you have to discuss sexuality and this film is not afraid to. That was my biggest beef with StM, when Viola confessed her love to Duke, the made it blatantly clear that it was “weird” and “unusual”; the editing and music cuts. It was done for comedic purposes, but in that moment, it just made me cringe. Even when the principal marched onto the field during the big match to expose Sebastian as “the woman he was all along,” he used a big megaphone and said to the whole crowd this man is in fact a girl. If it were to happen in the real world, and this character was a trans male, that would be traumatizing and so so insensitive. I couldn’t help thinking the way they handled the reveal in StM was poor and shitty.

But with JOotG (just one of the guys)? It’s done respectfully. Throughout the film, Buddy, Terry’s younger, sex-obsessed brother (I have thoughts on this character), often refers to Terry as a transvestite or sexually confused. They make references about her dating other women and jokes. It’s not treated like taboo, but just something people normally talk about, and as a questioning kid when I first watched the film, I really needed that. Although it was used for jokes, the fact that it wasn’t treated like a silent topic made me think more of it and discover who I was; it was media like this that made me accept myself.

Even with the reveal. Kevin, Terry’s boyfriend (or ex boyfriend by the end), stomps up to Terry after she’s wrestled with the school bully and was dumped into the waves at prom. Rick, who’s been Terry’s friend (and is the male lead) throughout her time at his high school, immediately questions who Kevin is and he responds with a harsh and sure “Terry’s boyfriend.” Of course, that doesn’t expose Terry as female, but makes Rick assume she’s a homosexual. But instead of calling her weird or replying negatively, he answers Kevin’s question calmly and says he’s just a friend. There is no prejudice, no disgust, Rick is shocked, but that’s expected. Furthermore, this reveal not only does not alienate homosexuality, it puts the center of focus on the main characters rather than have the whole audience/prom witness this exchange. Sure, the rest of the school is watching but the camera never pans over to them, and even then, Terry drags Rick away from the crowds to a secluded area to explain more.

Even once they’re secluded, Rick doesn’t yell at her or is homophobic. He just says “I understand, you’re gay.” As we know, Terry is not in fact gay and she reveals this to him in a similar fashion as StM, at least it’s not flashing a whole crowd. But the thing that hits me, is the fact that it’s not used as a joke or for comedy. Throughout the film, they’ve mentioned homosexuality and being transgender, but it was used as a light-hearted joke (nothing insulting or derogatory). In this moment, it’s not a joke, and it’s the bare minimum for a emotional scene like this, but it always hits me.

Of course, Rick gets justifiably mad that he’s been deceived and he storms off. Terry’s flaw catches up to her here, as she kisses him in front of the prom guests, stubborn to make him realize how much she cares. ( I didn’t agree with this action to be frank, I cringed ). The crowd gasps and it’s the usual reaction to a homosexual kiss and Rick just pulls back, says “It’s alright everyone, he’s got tits,” and leaves with Deborah.

In true romantic comedy fashion, life moves on. Terry gets the job at the Sun-Tribune after writing her article about posing as a guy and everyone who was longing for love in the beginning has found it, except Terry. The ending, however, is Rick coming back for her after a couple (days? Weeks? Idk all I know is it’s summer by the time he comes back, how much space between prom and summer?) and they kiss, go on a date and all is good.

Now after writing this long ass post, I’ve come to realize the main reason I like this film. Sure, Terry is a good character (not morally sometimes, but she’s interesting to watch), the way women are presented also is good, but my main source of affection for this film (in comparison to StM) is the way they handle the switching of genders. I’m gender fluid, I don’t always like being a woman or a man, I switch almost daily and half the time can’t decide if I want to grow out my hair or cut it. Seeing Terry, originally a woman, manage to convince people she was a guy made me wish I could do it too. It made me realize, I don’t always like being a woman. I want to be a guy sometimes, and I want that to be accepted. It was media like this, like Ouran High School Host Club, like Bare: A Pop Opera, that made me understand my gender and sexuality. (Even media that didn’t have any relation to LGBTQ+ helped).

When I first heard of “She’s the Man”, I had hoped it would be like these pieces of media. And it wasn’t. It was an alright film, but made me feel disappointed and somewhat let down. And that’s why I just prefer Just One of the Guys. Maybe it wouldn’t float in today’s political climate, maybe I’m wrong for seeing these points as reasons it’s one of my favorites, but its still better than StM and is one of my favourite films.

[supersleepygoat]

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Paring: Sam x Sister!Reader, MOC!Dean x Sister!Reader

Request by Anonymous: Hello! Could you do something where the reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and one day they find something in her room (Something edgy like condoms or weed, idk) and they confront her about it

Summary: You are the Winchesters’ little sister. The boys find some things in your room that warp their image of you being a little girl. When they confront you about it, everyone airs their dirty laundry. Some things are better left unsaid.

Word Count: 2,797

Warning: Angst. MOC!Dean Being a Mega Jerk. Violence. Angst.

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“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Sam warns his brother. 

“Relax Sammy, Y/N/N will never know. I want to get this over with and get this thing off my arm. We need Dad’s journal but she keeps stealing it. She’ll survive if I enter her Fortress of Solitude while she’s not even here.” 

“It’s your funeral,” is Sam’s only response. 

Your brothers know you have strict rules about them entering your room without permission. Since finding the bunker, you finally have your own space. You finally have privacy. They figured your rules were simply you being a bossy teenager. So, they played along. Neither brother believes their baby sister is actually hiding something in her room. They figure you are just marking your territory. 

But, now they are in research mode and they need the journal to help move things along. Dean decides he would go get it from your room, instead of waiting for you to come home from school. Dean doesn’t see it as a big deal.

Your room was a mess. So, it wasn’t Dean’s intention to snoop. But he had to dig through piles of clothes and stacks of books to find that stupid journal. 

When he opened your nightstand drawer, it was empty. But, Dean has a keen eye for recognizing a fake bottom when he sees one. Dean trusts you. But, his curiosity and protective big brother instincts take him over. He slides his hand around the wooded surface. He soon finds the latch that exposes the true contents of the drawer. 

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. He didn’t want to see that. 

An open box of condoms. A bag of weed and rolling papers. Dean hesitantly pulls on a black piece of fabric but when he recognizes it as a garter, he drops it as if it were made of fire. 

“Nope!” He slams the drawer shut and rushes out of the room while wiping his hand on his shirt and shuddering to himself. You are his baby sister. Or, at least you were. 

“Dude where is it?” Sam asks as Dean enters the room empty handed. 

Dean is about to respond. He is about to tell Sam what he found but before he can straighten out the words in his head, the bunker door opens. You come striding through with your backpack thrown over one shoulder. Your nose stuck in the leather-bound journal Dean was looking for. 

“You!” Dean bellows as you enter the library. His stern voice breaks your focus away from your father’s words. 

Dean only ever uses this tone when he is really mad. But, you don’t remember doing anything bad, that he would know about. You look over at Sam who looks just as confused as you. 

“Care to explain yourself?” Dean asks forgetting that no one else knows what he’s talking about. 

You look back down at the journal you are now clutching to your chest. “I’m sorry, did you need this?” You ask as you extend your father’s history toward your brother. He snatches it roughly from you and throws it on the table behind him. 

“Dean!” Sam chastises his brothers needlessly brutish behavior. 

“Don’t start, Sam! I found drugs and condoms in your little sister’s room. So, I’m not the one who needs to be explaining myself here.”

Sam’s wide eyes snap up to you as he raises from his seat at the table.

Shit.

You always knew your brothers could not handle your growing up. You are a lot younger than them, so you know they have this need to protect you. You understand that they have this image of who they think you are. They still see you as a seven-year-old girl. A girl who would beg to braid Sam’s hair and force Dean to wear a tutu to your ‘Princess Only’ tea parties. Over the years they had forgotten that you are more than that. They forgot that you are a Winchester – and Winchesters like to get their hands dirty. That’s why you didn’t tell them.

“Shouldn’t you be happy I’m using protection?” you try joking but your voice is meek and hesitant.

“Oh yeah! We’re fucking thrilled our whore of a sister always has rubber on hand for when she spreads her legs!” Dean bites out.

“Dean!” Sam admonishes his brother.

Your body involuntarily recoils at Dean’s words. You take a step back from your brothers. If your vision was not so blurred from unshed tears, then you would have noticed instant regret flash across Dean’s face.

“Y/N/N… I’m - I’m sorry. I didn’t-” Dean reaches out for you but you smack his hand away.

“You of all people can’t judge me, Dean!” you steel your voice. You have nothing to be ashamed of. “You think I’m the whore?” you scoff.  “Can you even remember the name of the last girl you slept with? Or… let me ask you something simpler, how many women have there been exactly? Or did you lose count?”

“Y/N, he didn’t mean it,” Sam tries to deescalate the situation. “He’s pissed and scared for you. But drugs, Y/N? Come on, you have to know that’s not okay.”

You cannot stifle another scoff. “Oh please, Sam. I know for a fact you smoked weed at Stanford... or, I’m sorry, oregano!” you shout.

“That was different! I was older and I wasn’t hiding it from anyone one!” Sam tries reasoning but you’re not having it.

“No, you know what the real difference is? The difference is you guys are Sam and Dean Winchester. You two can do whatever the hell you want and then judge everyone else for doing the same thing. You don’t give anyone else a chance. You didn’t even ask me,” your rage is now replaced with dejection. “Did it even occur to you to ask me about what you found? Or, do you care so little about me that your first reaction is to start calling me names?”

Your brothers assume your question is rhetorical and they remain silent. So, you continue.

“Those condoms, I use them with my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for almost two years and you would know that if you bothered taking an interest in my life. You both have kept this image of who you want me to be. But, you never take the time to actually know me. You know the girl I was and you cling to that ideal because you don’t want to know the woman I’m becoming. If either of you realize that I may actually be grown up then you would have to include me in your lives. And, god forbid that would happen.”

“Having sex doesn’t make you a grown up, sweetheart,” Dean interjects.

“No. But, taking control over my body. Knowing what I want. Sharing myself with someone who loves me. And, taking the proper steps to protect myself, is a step in the right direction,” you say with an unfamiliar firmness.

“Who is this guy?” Dean asks with bitterness.

“Now you care? I’ve been trying to introduce him to you guys for months. Every time I ask you when you’re free, you say ‘we don’t have time sit around and babysit your little friends’. Which basically translates to, you don’t have time to take an interest in my life.”

“Y/N, we didn’t know how important this guy was to you. If we knew-” Sam says with guilty eyes.

“You mean if you knew that he defiled your baby sister, then you would give a shit?”

“We’re not the ones on trial here, kid!” Dean barks.

“No one is on trial!” Sam tries to pacify everyone.

“Alright so you’re in love,” Dean says in a patronizing tone. “But what’s you’re great excuse for the drugs, princess?”

“It helps me sleep. You guys leave for a hunt and I’m left here in this big and creepy building all alone. You guys never answer my texts, so I don’t know if you’re even still alive. I don’t sleep. Every time you two leave I start to panic that you won’t come back. The weed helps me get through the night without being physically sick with worry.” You never intended to confess this much. Your brothers don’t need you adding to their list of things to worry about. But, they had pissed you off and pushed you into telling the whole truth.

Sam comes over to rest a hand on your shoulder. You lean into his touch and finally work up the nerve to look him in the eye. “We’re so sorry, Y/N. We sometimes forget that you’re old enough to fully understand the danger we put ourselves in. And, us sidelining you all the time, probably makes you feel helpless.”

“Maybe if you started taking me on hunts, we could -”

“Not this shit again,” Dean scoffs.

“Dean, we were nearly half her age when Dad threw us into the life. If we train her properly and -”

“Never going to happen,” Dean says as he walks over to pour himself a drink.

“Dean, I’m capable! I’ve been doing research. I’ve been teaching myself to fight and I’ve gotten really good. But, I’d be even better if you trained me.

Dean throws his arms out to the side. “I’m sorry, why are we still talking about this? I said no. That’s that.”

“I’m ready and I want to help you guys,” you plead. You won’t give up. You can’t keep living this way.

“Kid, I know you want to help us but you’d only get in our way. What, you think you can kick around the punching bag we have hanging in the basement and that makes you a hunter? You think you can read Dad’s journal and all the sudden you know everything? You don’t know shit.” Dean is all but laughing at you now.

“Dean, back off!” Sam cautions his brother when he sees the anger building in both his siblings.

“No, she wants to hunt so bad? I say we put her to the test.” Dean slams his drink down steps closer to you.

You don’t back down. You raise your chin and wait. You’re ready to prove yourself. Dean’s large frame is looming over you but you refuse to feel small.

Dean pushes your shoulder but you don’t let yourself wobble too much. You lock your eyes with his and silently challenge him to do his worst. You’ve been training for this. You know the chances of winning against the Dean Winchester in an actual fight are basically nonexistent. But, he is your brother. As long as you hold your own for long enough, he’ll see that you’re ready to learn.

When you raise your fists, Sam speaks up. “Guys, stop! This isn’t the right way to do this!”

“Relax Sammy, this’ll be over before you know it,” Dean taunts.

Before you can throw your first punch, Dean has grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm around your back. He throws you down so you’re bent over the library table. You use all of your strength to squirm out of his hold but he’s griping you too tight.

“Dead,” he leans down and whispers in your ear before releasing you.

When you get yourself upright, you instantly take a swing at his jaw. He blocks your hit and kicks you in the back of the knee so you tumble to the ground.

“Dead.”

“Dean! That’s enough!” Sam growls at his brother.

You haven’t had enough. You’re a good fighter and you still have something to prove. You raise yourself off the ground. Before you can get your footing, Dean has gripped you by the throat and is pinning you against the wall.

“Do I need to say it again? You’re dead, Y/N. You will always end up dead because you’re just a dumb kid who thinks she can run with the big boys.” Dean squeezes down a little harder on your throat. “You’ll only get in our way. We’ll have to come save your ass every two minutes while were out on a hunt. You can’t help us. You’re useless.” He finally releases his hold over you and you crumble to the floor gasping for breath.

Dean turns his back to you. You get yourself off the floor one last time. If you keep getting back up, he’ll see that you can take a hit and brush yourself off – just like Winchesters always do.

Dean hears you shuffling behind him. When he turns around and sees you standing with your fists cocked ready for more, he rolls his eyes at you. “Nothing you do here is going to prove anything. We’re not letting you tag along on hunts. So, just give up before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.” He says as he picks up his glass of whiskey.

You raise your fists a little higher and knock the drink out of his hand. “I’ll do whatever it takes! I’m a Winchester! You can’t keep me from the family business. I’m in this life already, whether you like it or not. So, I will always keep getting back up every time you knock me down! I will always keep fighting until you see that I’m in this!”

Dean wipes the spilled alcohol off of his shirt. He nods at you in what you think is defeat. Suddenly, the back of Dean’s hand comes crashing down against your cheek bone. You hear a sickening crack as you crumble to the ground. Pain radiates throughout the entire right side of your face.

Sam lunges forward and pushes his brother back before leaning down check you over.

Dean walks away to pour himself another drink. He comes back to stand over you and Sam. Sam is cradling your shaking form in his arms.

“That’s what I thought, Y/N. You can’t even take one real hit without needing your big brother to swoop in and hold you while you cry like a little bitch. Stick to what you’re good at, kid. Which apparently, is only getting doped up and spreading your legs for your precious boyfriend. Because you’re never going to be a hunter,” Dean says before pulling out a chair and lounging back into it.

You push yourself away from Sam and run to your room.

Sam is too stunned by what just happened to go after you. He is still sitting on the floor where you left him. He looks up at his brother with utter disbelief. “What the hell did you just do?”

“It’s for her own good, Sammy,” Dean says as he polishes off his drink in one go.

“For her own-” Sam gets up off the floor and raises to his full height over his brother. “You just – what the hell is wrong with you? That mark on your arm is turning you into a-”

“A what, Sammy?” Dean challenges his brother to continue.

“She will hate you, Dean. Whether the mark made you do and say those things doesn’t matter. She may not forgive you. She will hate you.”

“Good,” Dean whispers. “I’d rather her hate me and be alive, then her love me but die on a hunt. Now more than ever, with this mark on my arm… I can’t protect her in the way that I should. She needs to stay here. You and me, we know this life will only end bloody for us. But, it doesn’t have to be that way for her. So, yeah… she can hate me all she wants but I will do everything I possibly can to keep her safe.”

You slam your bedroom door shut behind you. Your initial instinct is to crawl into bed and cry yourself into a stupor. But, the tears aren’t coming. Your anger was overriding your hurt. You pack most of your things into a duffle bag and grab the silver knife you usually keep under your pillow.

You creep into the hallway and hear the faint sounds of your brothers still bickering in the library. When you make it to the bunker’s garage, you see Baby sitting pretty and waiting.

You know it’s childish and a low blow. But, a part of you thinks that Dean cares more about this car then he does you. You find a spare pair of her keys in the key box of the garage and slip behind the wheel. Dean barely lets you sit in the front seat, let alone drive her. You turn over her ignition. You wish you could be here to see Dean’s face when he realizes you stole his precious car to go hunting on your own. However, for your safety, you should put as much distance between you and him as possible. When Dean finds out what you’ve done, he may actually kill you.

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