#if you don't like him don't like him

[whateverthedragonswant]

I swear I'm about to embark on another SPN rewatch just to pick every single episode apart and show just how relevant Dean was to the story after season 1. So tired of hearing this bullshit about how Dean didn't matter to the show, how he was just a prop, he's only a strong supporting character, he doesn't matter because Jensen was #2 on the call sheet, and that he got what he deserved in the end because "it wasn't his story". Yet every time someone else dares to mention another character from the show that isn't a Winchester, then suddenly these same people have no problem grabbing Dean and including him for their defense of "the show is only about the brothers!" Make up your goddamn minds. Is it purely just the Sam show as the sole protagonist or is it about both brothers (aka multiple protagonists)? It can't be both. That's not how story telling works.

And what kills me even more is that half of these people hate on Dean because they have an issue with Jensen (that has nothing to do with Dean or Dean's story line at all). And these very same people scold others on how they're unable to compartmentalize and distinguish between reality (the actor) and fantasy (the character) which the hypocrisy is just...wow. Your asses are showing. Big time.

If you have legitimate criticisms about Dean and/or his story line, that's cool. But this bullshit I keep seeing is just to serve stupid fandom war shit, whether that be to hate on Jensen or prop up Sam/Jared, and it is beyond fucking annoying.

By season 3, definitely season 4 (aka still Kripke-era meaning Kripke did this himself), Dean stopped being a supporting character and became a protagonist right alongside Sam. Kripke solidified that by making Dean the yang to Sam's yin, by having Dean be the true vessel for Michael while Sam was Lucifer's true vessel, having Dean represent the faction of Heaven (via Cas) while Sam represented the faction of Hell (via Ruby). Kripke even told you that the story doesn't work without BOTH brothers by leading up to the battle between Michael and Lucifer in season 5. BOTH Sam and Dean would have had to say yes to an entity to bring about the battle; the battle would not come to pass without BOTH brothers; even though they found a loophole in Adam, it's stated that Adam is not Michael's true vessel (but since he has the genetics of John, he's a suitable temporary replacement to bring on that battle that Dean interrupts and Sam makes the choice to sacrifice himself to save Dean, and the world by extension); it was stated in the show that John and Mary actually didn't like each other when they met and a cupid had to intervene so they would get together and have Sam AND Dean in order to bring the story to that point (aka 5x22). That's all from Kripke, the creator of the series. It all happened on his watch, during his run, way before the "later seasons". He equated Dean with Sam; he brought Dean and his story more to the forefront, pulling him out of the supporting role he was originally playing in season 1. Regardless of why he did it, the point is he DID it.

The story was about both brothers. Dean is just as important as Sam was to the story. Get over it.

[o0kawaii0o]

no mercy 😭

[lotus-pear]

he's so crazy we can't take him anywhere 😭🤣

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[cidnangarlond]

[reasonsforhope]

Literally begging anyone who can vote in US elections to vote, and to vote against Trump. Which means voting for Harris, not abstaining or voting third party.

My family actually did move here from an authoritarian country, where voting literally didn't matter, they literally did throw out your vote, and they literally did assassinate citizens who spoke out against them.

We would all very much like to keep living in a country where those things are not the case!

You know, the same things that Trump and his stooges have openly said they want to do. And two of the main propaganda lines for why people in the US shouldn't vote, which is a lie.

Voting matters. The parties are not the same.

And make sure to vote in down-ballot races!!!

And like. The fact that voting matters in the US is a very real reason for hope. It is something you should genuinely appreciate. We can make a difference.

And a lot of people risked their lives or even died to earn that right, and it's a right not everyone has.

[iwasbored777]

Me when Logan was about to walk away in the end and Wade was like "Logan 🥺" and that's all it took for him to stay... Y'all I can't they love each other so much 😭

[qourmet]

this isn't the first time @cerbykerby had an idea that i've impulsively drawn... rest of the comic under the cut!

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[parisoonic]

Demo has had many careers - tattoo artist isn't one of them.

[cutter-kirby]

obligatory “cool characterization, still murder” like I’m not excusing him but it does make him incredibly interesting

(*girl gender neutral edition)

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[illiaccrest]

Based on what the subtle dialog in his backstory implies about what the slave masters used him for...I can't bring myself to imagine Aventurine as being totally normal about intimacy...😩

[golyadkin]

it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it