#i feel so anxious waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[crybaby-bkg]

just…..best friend Bakugou who only blinks real slow when you sit next to him one day and ask in your sweetest voice,

“Hey, can I use you to make my ex jealous?” immediately, you start explaining, as if he didn’t already know. detailing—again—how your ex always told you not to worry about that one girl at work, and not even a week after breaking up is he posting pics with his hand on her boob and a kiss on her cheek. Bakugou doesn’t really need you to explain, he hated the fucker the moment you two first met. He was the main one telling you he ain’t shit whenever you’d call your best friend at 2am complaining about something else that asshole did to you.

so he agrees, easily enough. let’s you hold up your phone to snap pics of you snuggled against his side, his nose brushing the hairs on your forehead, the both of you smiling softly. the genuineness in the picture, no matter how fake you claim it to be to everyone else, is what sets your ex off.

it’s petty get back after that. he posts a pic of his tongue down her throat, you post your own thing with Bakugou biting at the flesh of your neck. your ex posts a pic of them two at the beach, and your picture out does his with Bakugou’s abs scratched red with your hand resting on his tummy as you sit on his lap. it goes on for a few weeks before the two of you run into each other in person for the first time since the breakup.

it really shouldn’t be a surprise though, when your ex sits beside you to suck faces with the other girl. but it does surprise you when your best friend of years and years, who you’ve never truly expressed romantic interests in even though he was the first and last thing on your mind during your days spent both alone and in relationships, pulls you into his lap.

“Gotta make sure he’s jealous, right?” is the only explanation he gives you before he cups your jaw and smothers you in a heat filled kiss. you can hear your ex complaining and fussing beside you, but it all falls on deaf ears. the only thing you can focus on is that you were right—Bakugou lips were as soft as they looked and they melded against yours better than anyone else’s ever have.

[silverwhittlingknife]

Top 10 moments of Tim being insecure

(I was reading this lovely post and felt like making it way longer.)

So something I find interesting about Tim Drake, Veteran Boarding School Kid, is that he's pretty good at making superficial friendships...but he's also way too quick to assume all his friendships are shallow and temporary and will disappear if he, like, mildly annoys someone or falls out-of-touch for a bit. Even with friends he's had for a really long time and cares about a lot!

This is sad for Tim, but delightful for me, because I enjoy characters being unhappy, and I especially enjoy characters being resigned that no one cares about them... only to discover that actually people do care. Please enjoy my ten favorite panels of Tim being insecure and/or oblivious. <3

1. Tim figures that everybody at Gotham Heights will forget about him once he changes schools and that their promises to keep in touch don't mean anything (Robin 74):

"They'll move on without me. I'll become a stranger. We all know that."

2. Tim worries that Bruce won't want him as Robin if he goes back to boarding school (in the same issue):

"Hey... you wouldn't... fire me, would you?"

3. Tim worries that Young Justice doesn't want him back on the team (Young Justice 46)

A few issues earlier, Tim quit the team briefly, upset that his friends didn't trust him (they suspected him - wrongly - of conspiring with Batman to create secret files on them). Here, he wants to rejoin. But when they scowl at him, he hastily backtracks:

Tim: Well...okay...I mean, if that's how you feel, I can respect th--Conner: Oh, don't be a jerk! Of course we want you on board!

4. Tim's "if I quit Robin, Bruce and Dick will never talk to me again" monologue (Robin 120):

"If I quit Robin, Bruce won't be in my life anymore. At all. I'll probably never see him again. Never hear of Batman at all. None of them will be in my life anymore, not even out of their costumes. They won't be able to. Even Dick..."

5. Tim worries that Dick doesn't want him in Blüdhaven or in the Wayne family (Nightwing 110):

When Tim's dad dies, he moves to Blüdhaven, where he knows exactly one person: Dick. Buuuut Dick's avoiding him (because he's in a shame-spiral over Blockbuster's death! not because he's mad at Tim!).

Anyway, Tim worries that Dick is mad at him for moving to the same city without asking permission first, and also that Dick would be offended if he let Bruce adopt him:

Tim: You're not mad I'm, like, in your city or anything? Dick: NO! No. I'm honored. You have more of a right to be here than I do. Tim: Is it the adoption thing? Dick: The what? Tim: 'Cause I was a little worried about that. That's kinda part of why I said no. I mean, that and the uncle thing. I was just thinking it wasn't really all that long ago since he officially adopted you, which was kind of a big deal, you know, emotionally or whatever, and to me you're like totally his son and I don't wanna step on that or anything.

Tim's worry is tragicomic because earlier in the issue, Dick spent his inner monologue moping about how Tim is so great and Dick loves him so much and therefore Dick has to avoid him because he's ashamed of Tim seeing him like this (Dick Grayson: also in possession of severe self-worth issues!).

6. Tim assumes that his firing is IMMINENT at EVERY MOMENT (Robin 139 and others)

In other surely-this-relationship-is-temporary-no-matter-how-long-we've-known-each-other news, I can't add all of Tim's many "THIS IS THE END!! Bruce gonna fire me from Robin!!!" panels, because it would take too long. Here's another one, though:

7. Tim's blindsided when he disappears for three days and his friend Zo is... shockingly... worried about him (Robin 156-7)

One thing I enjoy about Tim's self-worth issues is that they not only make him anxious and miserable, they also cause conflict! Tim has a tendency to assume "out of sight, out of mind"... so he forgets that his friends, like, worry about him if he disappears. Which means he can be...kind of a bad friend in terms of keeping in touch.

Here's Tim being stunned - and later apologetic - when he discovers that his friend Zo was worried about him when he was apparently kidnapped and then out of touch for days (who could've seen that coming? not Tim!):

8. Tim assumes that Dick is only worried about him because Cassie told him to be (Red Robin 4):

"And you're only here because Cassie called you!"

Really, most of Red Robin is just "Tim Drake and his Insecurities, the Comic." Speaking of, here's...

9. Tim congratulates himself on having saved everybody that Bruce loved...while falling to his death (Red Robin 12):

"I did it. I saved the people he loved."

10. Tim worries (again) that his stone-faced friends are no longer his friends since he hasn't been on the team in a while (Red Robin 20):

(He falls for it every time!)

In conclusion Tim needs more hugs.

[redrobin-detective]

So ‘tis the season and I’m going to talk about one of the most personally offensive things I saw in Danny Phantom which was the handling of Danny’s hatred of Christmas as catalogued in the The Fright Before Christmas. The story opens with Danny being bitter and closed off and overall miserable with the upcoming holiday. The people around him call him Scrooge for his attitude and try and force the cheer onto him despite him clearly being upset by it. 

The narrative reinforces the idea that Danny is in the wrong, almost saying that Ghost Writer was justified about ‘teaching Danny a lesson’ in holiday spirit. Even just typing it out infuriates me because I am like Danny. I remember watching the episode as a young adult and feeling such a kinship with Danny’s struggles during the episode. I too hate the holidays and get surly and sullen and anxious around this time of year. My hatred stems from family issues, from days spent screaming and just wanting January to come and move past all this horrible tension. My friends and family (yes even the family who argues most of the time) have called me names and told me to get into the spirit and not be such a downer.

I consider myself to be a good person, maybe not a literal superhero, but someone who cares about people and does kind things all year round. Neither Danny and I are sulky all the time and have understandable, very specific reasons why the holidays are a bad time. And yet Danny’s central problem is never really addressed, everyone around it makes it HIS problem that he’s miserable. Why didn’t Ghostwriter go after Jack and Maddie and make them see what they were doing to their kids? Why didn’t Sam and Tuck, usually 110% in Danny’s corner, help spirit him away to make new happier holiday traditions? Maybe Danny could have decided to run away for the holidays and bonded with the ghosts in the Zone during the truce. No, we heap all this blame on a child who has trauma and try to fix it by reinforcing the commercialized, capitalistic package of Christmas™ without ever really addressing why someone would feel so upset this time of year.

Butch Hartmen certainly isn’t beloved in the Phandom for his nuance or sensitivity but this particular moment really hits home for me. I worked a very rough few shifts over Thanksgiving and one nurse was loudly playing Christmas music most of the time. I moved seats, I asked her to turn it down, I broke down and cried at one point from stress and just asked Please can we not do this. “Don’t be such a grinch,” I heard from multiple people, “you’re just going to have to deal with it.” And as I have many years prior, I thought back to Danny, my comrade in traumatic Christmas memories and thought we both deserved better.

[featherlumina]

...okay, I’ve been wanting to explode about this short scene prior to Jayce’s speech for a while, so here we go!

Oh heck. Viktor’s anxiety here is just so visceral. His head’s down, his gaze is unfocused and distracted, his fingers are nervously twitching against his crutch... as someone diagnosed with anxiety, it just hits home for me so hard. A dislike of public speaking is fairly common, but these physical symptoms are so relatable. The fidgeting, the wandering gaze.. oh, what a mood. 

“Where were you? They were asking if I could do the address.”

Also, this is the first time you see Viktor’s cough. Imagine being asked to speak publicly when others know how much you dislike it, you don’t have anything prepared, and you’re also exhausted and feeling ill. All the while waiting for your lab partner, praying that he shows up in time. Makes me anxious just thinking about it... 

Also, the tone of Viktor’s voice is fascinating here. He almost sounds...incredulous, like ‘I can’t believe they were going to ask me, of all people.’ Now, whether that was because he hates public speaking, or because he felt like he was the last person they’d want, being from Zaun, in front of Piltover’s highest ranking citizens, we’ll never know. Just makes me think. 

J: “You should come up with me! We’re partners.”

V: “No, no, not in front of...”

V: “...all of them. You...have your speech prepared?”

Even though I bet Jayce know’s about Viktor’s reluctance towards public appearances, I think still think it’s really sweet he asks anyway. It’s a great gesture to ensure Viktor knows that Jayce values him a lot. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have been running so close to time, knowing Viktor’s anxiety, and one could argue that had he arrived earlier, he could’ve discussed the delay on revealing the Hextech gemstones, but still. Jayce means well here.

Also, I find it funny Viktor asks about Jayce’s speech prep. Is it implying he was expecting Jayce to wing it with grand bravado? (I doubt it, but it’s a funny thought!) 

Aww. The first little hints of Sky’s crush on Viktor! I just love her little pause as she gives Viktor this shy little smile before ducking her head and carrying on with her job. Also, I just...really like how Viktor looks at her; it’s not much, but his expression just...softens a little. It’s a brief reprieve from his nerves about Jayce’s speech and their Hextech announcement. (Okay, I’m probably biased because I ship them... but Vik could’ve just ignored Sky completely. And he didn’t. So. :P) 

OKAY. THIS. THIS IS SO FREAKING SYMBOLIC. I noticed this immediately when watching this scene and it is sending me. To me, it’s a fantastic little representation of how society has separated Jayce and Viktor. Jayce, from Piltover, became the ‘face’ of Hextech and progress, while Viktor, from Zaun, remained behind the scenes, not wanting the public’s eye for many reasons—his undercity birth, his disability, his anxiety, and so on. But Viktor is still a huge part of Hextech—but nobody seems to acknowledge it. Jayce could’ve at least said something in his speech about Viktor and perhaps paint Zaun positively, make a statement about their ingenuity or something, but he just...talks about himself. 

Even still, Viktor is looking at Jayce with pride while he talks, particularly when Jayce says, ‘No one in my life expected very much of me.” What a relatable statement for Viktor, honestly. He’s probably reminiscing about the night he interrupted Jayce from taking his own life all those years ago. Anyway, it could be that Viktor doesn’t mind staying behind. I just find it ironic that Jayce talks about ‘My family and I are simple people. In our factory, we made hammers. They were probably used to cut the stones you’re standing on right now.”

Like. The same could be said for Viktor, except the circumstances for Zaunites like him are much more dire. Jayce frames himself like he came from humble beginnings, but we know he had privilege and power from the start. Viktor? He came from nothing—and even getting into Piltover was probably partially luck-based, too. Zaunites (not Viktor himself) like him worked in the fissure mines as children, with toxic gases, where as Jayce was from a family that owned factories. Factories that might’ve employed poorer people from Zaun. Who knows. Anyway, the irony here is just... striking. 

Okay. Last point. Just look at Viktor. He was so ready for Jayce to back him up and change the world with Hextech gemstones, right then, right there. Considering how distressed Viktor was at Heimerdinger’s dismissal, he was relying on Jayce, his lab partner (and his partner in breaking the rules to further science to help people), the voice of Hextech, to do something. But Jayce doesn’t. And I imagine this cut Viktor deep. (It’s pretty clear how Vik feels on the matter later at the Hexgates, too).

Anyhow. Long post is long. I just have too many feelings and not enough places to put them! Argh! I just freaking love this show to bits.

[barkilphedros-hat]

I know I keep screaming about TAD’s Ruin album but the line “My jokes are my armour and my kindness is my sword” really has me in a chokehold.

[lucylied]

[gearbroth]

[concept dump] Engispy Sun*Moon (TF2-Space AU)

funfact; this all started bc I had an idea about sun spurs :’)

[just-a-bird-in-a-sweater]

Sorry you're not feeling great today. Just try to get through this. I hope tomorrow's better.

[hop-a-lot]

If I may make a suggestion… some sort of Artemis Fowl x Breath of the Wild AU???

(i found some of them are quite fitting esp the idea of Holly being as a Gerudo

[leeminholinoing]

Feeling like pure shit just want them back

[nael-opale]

Ah yes, my two favourite characters in The Suicide Squad, nothing unusual to see here

Wait a minute...

Oh shit.

[yourmypenguin]

i was tired and needed some on crack bullshit to unwind

[hello im here to advocate for tiny virgil]

[ihatebnha]

Bakugo doesn’t expect or need you to go to sleep at the same time as him…

…but that doesn’t mean he won’t still try to wrap his arm around whatever part of you is in bed with him, even if that just means throwing a bicep over your thighs or going to sleep while holding your hand from across the bed :(((

[kakusu-shipping]

Resting place

Leshy X Reader/The Player - GN

Third and final part of my vaugly connected Leshy X Reader fics, I hope you all enjoy.

In which you get to the final boss

Leshy could feel energy rushing though his body, his fingers drilled against his table, not with inpatients, but with excitement. What would be his player’s next move? How would he counter attack? How would they react? It was all too much.

Across the battle field was his player, an odd sort who’d found the most fun in character interactions. Playing them up, talking their problems with the characters out, learning about the world, pushing for more lore and story then anyone ever had.

And Leshy loved that about them.

He’d never had a player who pushed his world, looked at him with such wonder as he weaved his tale, asked him questions, role-played, took initiative in battles and interactions, even treated their deck with such care as to form an emotional bond with their creatures.

Yes, this player was special. And the energy Leshy felt running though his body certainly wasn’t anxiety over what would happen after this fight. No, it was excitement for the fight itself, it had to be. That’s why he drummed his fingers, why he twitches and bounced his leg. Excitement for what was to come, not worry. He would have nothing to mourn after this fight.

A thud pulled Leshy from his thoughts, as he looked back across the table, his player’s head rested on their side of the battle field, their Stoat just barely avoiding being under them.

Leshy stared, confused. Silence whistled across the previously beating heart of the room. It all seemed still.

“Oh. Way to go, dumbass. You killed ‘em.” The Stoat finally spoke, spitting it’s words harshly.

The shock of it’s words made Leshy jump from his seat, dropping his cards as he raced around the table, “I did??? B-But I didn’t do anything to harm them?? I don’t think...” He feared touching the player would make whatever caused their demise worse, so instead he crouched beside the table, resting his hands on the corner to stare at them.

“Organics are pretty frail things. Probably just died of boredom from this stupid game.”

Leshy was too frazzled by his player’s sudden collapse to think logically. Was the Stoat correct? Had his game bored them to death? But they seemed so into it before! Leshy gripped the table tighter and began to bounce on his heels, leaning closer to his player’s limp body.

“Stop scaring him.” A kindly voice spoke muffled from the deck. Leshy quickly flipped though the card and pulled out his player’s Stink Bug. She graciously took a breath, freed from the pile, “Thankyou, Leshy, dear.” Her voice felt comforting, though Leshy found himself having a hard time remembering why. These talking cards always gave him the worst confusion headaches, he should have kept them locked up somewhere.

“Now, don’t you worry, your player’s not dead.” The Stink Bug continued, and Leshy felt himself relax.

“They’re not. You’re sure?” He gripped the card a bit too tight between his fingers. She didn’t seem to mind though.

“Quiet sure. They just fell asleep. You two have been playing for hours, poor thing must be exhausted.”

Asleep... Asleep, right. Leshy remembered the way the player’s eyes had gotten heavier, with dark bags. And the rash decisions they’d been making, clearly from exhaustion. He should have noticed!

... Well he HAD noticed. He just got too wrapped up in the game to let them rest, and they never protested a need for a break.

“You have a bed in this cabin, don’t you?” Another talking card brought up, and Leshy found himself shuffling his player’s discard pile to find the Stunted Wolf, looking rather unamused.

“You do?? Why??” The Stoat sounded almost offended at the fact Leshy owned a bed somewhere in his home. The Stoat never did have an eye for aesthetics.

“I do.” Leshy placed all three talking cards together on the table and stood up. “Why?”

The Stink Bug spoke up, “The Stoat is right about one thing, humans are rather fragile. You should take your player up to your room and let them rest there. Better for their poor back.”

Why did these cards know so much more about humans than Leshy? Perhaps he should do a little more research, if he was going to continue playing with one, he should know what they need. What his player needs.

With a gentle nod, Leshy picked up his player, they weighed nothing to him, and he found himself wondering if all humans were this light. Gently he shifted them to rest their head on his shoulder, playing their arms securely over their torso. He felt a warmth in his face, holding them so securely to his chest. That must be nerves, fear of dropping them, of course.

“Hey!!” The Stoat gave protest, “Don’t just leave us here in this dusty room! This table’s bad for my back!”

“You don’t have a back.” The Stunted Wolf spoke. The Stoat gave an irritated hiss.

The Stink Bug seemed to find their fighting amusing, as she gave a light chuckle before addressing Leshy again, “I think it would be rather nice to get out of this room, rest in a real bed again. If you would, Leshy, dear.”

Leshy stared down at the cards for a moment, she didn’t really seem to be directly asking if she may, more so asking if Leshy would. There was a difference, mostly in tone. In a.. No isn’t actually an option way. And though she was a harmless little Stink Bug, it worked, and Leshy found the cards tucked in his hands.

To the player, there was only ever one door from the game room, one with a sharp flash ever so often behind it. One that was locked and meant to stay locked.

But the was not the only door.

Another door would appear only to Leshy, there beside his puzzle box, hidden in shadow. Though even if they’d known it was there, they could never see it, let alone open it.

It lead into a cozy kitchen, with plants over growing in the window above the sink, more plants outgrowing their pot on the table, and even more plants growing over the fridge, sealing it shut with vines. Dishes covered in dirt and worms festering in the sink, the occasional rat running between the cupboards, nesting with it’s family in the empty storage. Directly opposite of the door to the game room was the door outside, though Leshy supposed there wasn’t much out there. He’d never bothered to think of the world beyond his home, other than dense woods like in his story.

“Really, Leshy, when was the last time you cleaned a dish?” The Stink Bug spoke like a disappointing aunt, and Leshy tried to ignore the tinge of embarrassment it gave him to have her see his messy kitchen. He’ll clean it up some other time.

Next to the door to the outside was a staircase without rails. It didn’t lead to a hallway or another door, going up them took one directly into a pleasantly warm loggers bedroom.

A soft roaring fireplace sat with empty photo frames on the mantel, hooks to hang a weapon, possibly a hunter’s rifle, hung empty above the photos. Across the room was a large king sized fresh log cut bed, the mattress was thick and scratchy, the blanket quilted in reds and blues. Either side of the bed had dressers, full of plaid shirts, jeans, and cover-alls.

“You don’t use any of this.” The Stunted Wolf spoke flatly, Leshy shifted in place a bit. He felt embarrassment creep, but held his pride. The aesthetic of the cabin wasn’t complete without all of this.

Though he didn’t speak his argument out loud.

Leshy gently placed his player onto the plush mattress. They shifted and snuggled into the sheets, finding the bed much more comfortable. He stared at them fondly for a moment, watching them rest.

The Stoat didn’t say anything, but Leshy could feel it judging him. When the judgment got to much, he shuffled over to the other side of the bed, placing the three cards on the extra pillow and pulling the blanket gently over their health and attack numbers, as if tucking them in.

Leshy wasn’t positive how, but the three cards seemed to relax, resting back into the pillow the same way his player had.

With nothing in his hands, Leshy found himself fiddling with his fingers, shifting slightly in place at a loss of what to do. He glanced around the room. How long would his player need to rest? When should he wake them up? Could they get back to playing right away after waking up? Perhaps he could find another challenger while waiting... But what if they woke up while he was still playing with the new player? Would they be mad? Feel betrayed?

“Leshy...?”

It was not the Stink Bug, nor the Stunted Wolf or Stoat who’d pulled Leshy from his thoughts, but his player. Drowsily they looked up at him. He hadn’t even noticed he’d moved back to their side of the bed. When did he place his anxious hand in their hair?

They yawned and shifted to sit up, “Where are we...?”

Leshy knelt to meet them at their level, his knees in his chest as he crouched, “You feel asleep while we were playing. I brought you here to rest...” He found it hard to look directly at them outside of the game, his eyes wandered to his hands, now on the bed before him. He picked at the bark of his left pointer finger.

The player gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. Even without looking right at them, Leshy could tell they were looking around the room, taking in their surroundings. His throat felt dry.

“Nice room...” They yawned. Leshy gave a nod, shuffling a bit in place. 

His player shifted on the bed, laying back down with another yawn, “I guess I should sleep, huh? Haven’t been on my A game in a while... Can’t beat the finale boss making mistakes from exhaustion, huh?”

Leshy gave another nod, then flinched as a hand came into contact with his head. He whipped to sit up quickly to find his player smiling at him, warm and tired, their eyes drooped. They looked at him as though he’d lassoed the moon, and granted, he considered it back in the boss arena.

Leshy’s chest felt warm as he leaned into their touch, shifting to sit on his knees rather than squat. He loved the way his player looks at him, with such joy, adoration, the light in their eyes as he weaved them a tail of adventure and loss, and even their look now, tired and soft, as though he could do no wrong. He could. He had. But they didn’t know that, not yet. And if they were willing to keep playing his game, they never would.

He could live with that, he supposed. Playing his game, over and over. Perhaps the player would try new tactics. Perhaps he could give them more advantages. More interactions with the characters. He’d love to play as the Prospector just a little more.

With his tale on repeat, Leshy rested his head on the bedside, closing his eyes to rest, dreams of a forest vast and dark dancing though his mind. His player’s hand felt warm on his cheek. He felt his player shift up, something soft pressed to his forehead, he didn’t open his eyes to see as they laid themselves back down.

The fireplace seemed to slowly die out as the room’s inhabitants all drifted off into a cozy slumber, with the last ember snuffing out as the player finally fell back into a deep sleep.

What game would they all play tomorrow, the house wondered, as all seemed to go quiet in the forest.

The moon set, slowly though the night, and tomorrow, the sun would rise for the first time.

[alexalblondo]

What time is it? Manifestation time!!!

🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

Manifesting a safe and clean race for all drivers racing today!

The circuit may have good-ish safety measures but it's narrow and fast and that's still dangerous

So let's manifest a safe race, may all accidents and incidents only result in (timely given) penalties and screaming matches and bruised egos and property damage

May no driver - no matter how we feel about them off track - be injured

🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

[clairenatural]

okay but i DO think supernatural suffers from Only Dean Matters syndrome, especially in the later seasons. I usually don’t mind this because I too suffer from Dean Winchester Derangement Syndrome BUT something i’m very irritated by is how, twice, they’ve taken kids from cas and given them to dean. that’s very aggressive phrasing but like...both claire and jack were introduced with a distinct unique connection with cas, but then after the introductory period is over, they’re handed almost entirely to dean. claire is more extreme, as she and cas never appear in an episode together again after she bonds with dean in s10. jack is more subtle, as he’s main cast, but as soon as cas does his job introducing jack (and dies for it), the focus is almost entirely on dean’s relationship with jack even when cas is alive again. like yeah that’s his Baby Boy and we get some incredible dadstiel moments but in terms of, like. development and plot it’s all about dean and jack (save for the empty deal, i’ll give them that). this situation is also unfortunate because, while sam and claire are never significantly bonded in the first place, handing jack’s storyline almost entirely to dean also cuts off his relationship development with sam (much worse than with cas). which is upsetting. much like sam and cas’ relationship, sam and jack’s definitely exists stronger offscreen, and i just would have loved to see more moments of just them and see their separate relationship develop post s13