#i AM treating this rewatch as a studies course lmao

[angelsdean]

ok back to thinking abt 1x06 since i'm not done writing meta from my rewatch last week. so what's really interesting to me is that, throughout the episode there's this tension between accepting a life of isolation and living on the fringes of society as a hunter (paralleled with the life of isolation the shapeshifter is forced to live) and wanting to stay connected to people and have friends and a life outside of hunting.

Sam obviously represents the latter, still keeping in touch with his stanford friends, which is what leads them to the shapeshifter case in the first place. And Dean obviously represents the hunting life, and is directly paralleled to the shapeshifter who literally takes his form. However ! throughout the episode, despite what Dean is saying we learn from the shifter that what Dean feels is the opposite. Dean is jealous of Sam for getting to leave and go to college and have a life and friends. Dean stayed behind with John out of a sense of loyalty and family obligation, but he had dreams too! He wanted a different life. And so, Sam knows all this now. He knows that despite pushing Sam to accept that hunting is the only option and hunting means isolation, Dean doesn't even want that himself. But Dean's also convinced himself that he can't share this part of his life with anyone outside of the hunting world. (And later in the season we find out why, because he learned the hard way with Cassie).

And yet, by the end of the episode, Sam now has a friend who know about the supernatural and that he's a hunter, and doesn't reject him for it! But despite this, Sam still chooses to turn away and shut her out, saying she probably won't hear from him anytime soon. And so he chooses the life of isolation as a hunter, the thing he was fighting against with Dean at the beginning of the episode, but which he's now learned Dean doesn't even want. And the whole thesis about why hunters have to be isolated has even been proven wrong. Sam's friend accepts him and doesn't push him away for it! And like, I get it, for plot reasons they gotta be isolated and go on this quest together and find John and hunt the Azazel etc etc but it's just wild to me that literally thee whole episode revolves around this conflict of isolation vs community / friendship / balanced life. And the ending literally shows that it is possible to have friends outside of hunting, and all of that is rejected.

Like I guess you could argue the whole 'keeping people safe by keeping them at a distance' thing. Like being associated with Sam would put his friend in more danger. But she and her brother were already affected by the supernatural and it had nothing to do with Sam. But I could see his guilt over Jessica influencing his decision to push them away. But still, at the beginning of the episode Sam wasn't bothered by that and still intent on keeping in contact with his friends. So really to me it's not about guilt or fear or any of that. It's just this odd reversal (sort of kind of), where Sam becomes the one at the end of the ep who's all for embracing the isolation of hunting, while Dean is wavering, like he still says he's for it but with Dean it's never really about what he's saying. And we know from the shifter he feels differently.

[unsaidholland]

Congrats on 300, you deserve it, I love your writing! Could you please do a 🦦 with Tom where they where childhood best friends and on their wedding day as a part of her vows the reader read journal entries that she would dedicate to Tom, then a decade or so later their children find the journal and ask them questions about i? Sorry that was a long request lmao

hi anon! thank you for your support love💘 this is a long blurb, i hope you like it :)

i finished rewatching boy meets world earlier this week and it’s all i can think about tbh so this request lowkey fulfilled my boy meets world obsession (yes it is my favourite show at least i think it is)

🦦- blurb request!

the long game | t. holland

you and tom had a very cory and topanga love story. since you met at the age of four, he and you were both convinced that it was the two of you for forever. of course there were a few bumps in the road, but here the two of you were, on your wedding day. he wasn’t the only guy you dated, and you definitely weren’t the only girl he dated, but you both knew from the very beginning that you were soulmates.

planning the wedding was stressful to say the least, but as you stood at the altar in front of the officiator, you knew that your hard work paid off.

tom had read his vows, and now it was your turn. throughout the years that you and tom were dancing around each other and with each other, you had many journal entries about him. but this one was special.

“i’m going to do something a little different,” you told everyone, but really you were speaking to tom. “i wrote this journal entry when i was sixteen. tom, you and i were dating and i poured my heart out in this entry. this was when i knew i was in love, and this was when i knew that our love could get us through anything.”

you opened the worn down, brown leather journal to the bookmarked page and looked up at tom. you briefly studied him, his black and white suit, the way his hair sat perfectly. you looked at his tear streaked cheeks, him smiling at you, before looking back at your journal and started reading.

“today you gave me your jean jacket and told me you loved me. you told me that you knew we would always be together, and that one day we would get married, have kids, buy a house together. you said we were soulmates and that you never wanted to lose me. at first i thought you were crazy. we’re just sixteen, we’ve got the rest of our lives ahead of us. i wondered how you could be so sure that it would be you and i for the rest of our lives.” you smiled, thinking about when you wrote this. your entire world had changed that day, and you were so happy that tom was right. you were so happy that tom had hope when it felt like the whole world was against you two. you were so happy that tom taught you what love was.

“today i learned what love was. i don’t know how to explain it, but it is the most wonderful feeling that i’ve ever felt. it feels like the stars have aligned. it feels wonderful. i may be sixteen, but i am in love with thomas stanley, and nothing could ever stop that. tom, you said that nothing could stop our love, and i hope that i’m reading this in front of our friends and family as my vows to you. tom you always knew that i loved you, you never doubted it for a second. you always knew that i would give up anything for you, and you always knew what was best for us even when no one else agreed. i promise you for the rest of our lives, to love you, to be your rock, and to always look out for you.” tears started to fall from your eyes. you smiled and sniffled, moving the journal away slightly in attempt to protect it from your tears.

“i pray everyday and thank the universe that it gave me you, and i thank it for giving me you for the rest of our lives. tom, here’s to a new beginning, to another part of our life. here’s to the long game. i love you” you looked up and smiled at him, closing the journal, handing it back to your maid of honour.

“i love you,” he mouthed to you, and you mouthed the words back to him.

•••

you and tom had been married for thirteen years. within the first year of marriage, you were blessed with a beautiful baby girl that you had named claire nicole holland. three years later, you had a baby boy named lucas ryder holland. at the age of eleven, claire was obsessed with reading, something you had passed onto her.

while the kids were snooping through boxes as you and tom were cleaning out the garage, lucas had found the brown leather notebook. it was dusty from being in a box for thirteen years, but it was exactly the same as when you last saw it. lucas was only eight, but he could read pretty well even though he didn’t enjoy it as much as his sister did. they opened the book to find your handwriting in it.

“mumma, what’s this?” lucas asked. you turned around to see him holding the book.

“my journal! its been years since i saw this.” you walked over to the kids. lucas handed you the journal and the two of them watched as you flipped through it.

“you wrote a lot about daddy,” claire said. tom smirked, walking over to the three of you, skimming the pages as you flipped through them.

“that she did.” tom smiled, immediately remembering your wedding vows. “did you know your mum read an entry at our wedding?” the kids looked at you with amazement on their faces.

“and you weren’t embarrassed or anything?” lucas asked. you shook your head.

“everything i wrote in here about your father was no secret to anyone.” a small smile worked its way onto your face as you silently reminisced on your memories with tom.

“the long game is treating us quite well.” your smile grew knowing tom was referring to what you wrote in your vows.

“yes it is.”