#spn vs class

[shallowseeker]

Sam’s “destiny” was to be “king of the rats/riffraff”…and he didn’t really want that.

I don’t exactly have textual support for this but I suspect that Sam would have more readily embraced a Heavenly destiny, because it represents rising above his class background. Whereas Hell represents thriving in a place that is literally beneath him. (Well, it wouldn’t have been him per se…that was a bait and switch trick where he would have been “boy-king” in body only—a sham class rank built to entice his ego into said trap with the lure of false power. But the overall point stands!)

Don’t get me wrong; I support his rejection of Hell. In-text, it’s healthy to reject the nihilism and disinhibited-loss-of-free-will that Hell can tend to represent.

This is more a thought about how he originally associates it in his brain, I think. It’s an interesting thought! And now I’m thinking about how Rowena and Crowley view Hell as rising above…

[lonely-moons]

♡୭something good | sam winchester x reader, pt. 2

title: something good, pt. 2 (read pt. 1 here)

pairing: stanford!sam winchester x socially anxious!reader

warnings: once again a hell of a lot of overthinking, social anxiety, reader is yet again an (i say this with affection) awkward loser, sam winchester being a sweetheart, more m&ms (when do i get sponsored)

summary: you begin to remember your plans to just go at it alone, but it seems as though sam winchester is hellbent on ruining that

wc: 2,943

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over the next two days, the weekend, where you have no excuse to run into sam, your inflated sense of joy wears down. you wake up and wonder what's gone wrong, how a couple hours with the guy had managed to chip away your self-promise that you would just make it through college without caring about the social aspect. with choosing not to form any connections, so that it didn't hurt as much when no one would want them with you anyway.

you spend an embarrassing half an hour working this through in your head before getting out of bed on saturday. you know there's nothing wrong with being civil - it's not your aim to be an unwarranted bitch, after all - but growing attached? that's a mistake you've made time and time again. you know better now.

even though you and sam had exchanged numbers, neither of you appear in the other's phone over the weekend. not that you're actively checking. you illuminate the screen for the time, for the date, for the temperature before you head out to grab some dinner. it barely even crosses your mind that your inbox is empty.

and when you get a spam call on sunday afternoon, you most certainly do not almost fall off your bed in your haste to grab it.

when monday rolls around, you're the first to arrive in class. you always are. it's a tactical move that you can never quite give up, something that lessens the anxiety that's ceaselessly churning in your gut. you want first choice of a seat so that you don't end up too close to the front or back, where the students usually get picked on. the middle is your comfort zone, where you can blend in with everyone else. you're typically good at that, after all.

when someone slides into the empty seat beside yours, you don't even look up, assuming it's someone you don't know, given that that's pretty much everyone. only when there comes a light "hey" do you flinch slightly and stop digging around in your backpack.

"8 a.m. classes are just the best, aren't they?" sam rubs slightly at his eyes, and despite the exhaustion in his tone, the words come out through a small smile. not for the classes - for you.

"what?" you ask. it's the only thought in your head right now, and it comes out as majestically as it sounds bouncing around in your brain.

"think these should be illegal." he looks at where your hand is still stuffed elbow-deep into the backpack perched on your knees. "you get lost in there?"

you blink, shaking away your surprise even though most of it manages to stay latched on. "um..." your fingers move around, finally finding what you're looking for, and you extract your arm then unceremoniously dump the bag to the ground. it lands on your foot but you act like it doesn't. thankfully there are no 600-page hardback textbooks in there right now. "just... need a pen." you smile clumsily, waving it between your fingers. "got one."

now it's sam's turn to be taken aback. you're about to wonder why he looks like he's never seen a pen before, but then you realise which one you've taken out: the one designed to look like a syringe. you had found it in a joke store one day after going out for a walk in the local town. you didn't like leaving without buying anything - and you had thought it was pretty cool.

"oh, it's - it's not real," you say, pressing the nib to your arm and clicking the top. "see?" you internally roll your eyes at yourself - no kidding.

he looks amused, the beginning of his dimples starting to peek through. you try not to look at them. "well, if it was, i think i'd have to tell you you're in the wrong class."

the sharpness of your own awkwardness manages to deflate you. you had started off on edge with sam on friday, as you do with everyone, but by the end of the evening had felt comfortable. it's only been three days, yet you seem to be back at square one. you look around, frowning slightly now, thinking that at least it can't get much worse. "i don't know, half the people here look like they'd want to be put out of their misery." you're sure you'd make the top of the list but don't mention that part.

"they'd probably prefer something more effective than a syringe."

you click it again, offering sam a brief glance. "anything can be effective if you've got the spirit."

his eyes switch between you and the pen, that amused sort of light dancing in his eyes. "i don't know if i should be inspired or terrified."

"both?"

his dimples finally tip into full-blown as he agrees, "both."

for some reason it eases your tension, and you continue talking until your professor arrives, which ends up being much sooner than you'd have liked. it's much sooner than you'd like every day, because it now seems to be some kind of unspoken routine that sam comes to sit beside you in classes. there's been nine so far. not that you're counting.

you also aren't counting that you handed in your project four classes ago, which means that there's no obligation forcing him to be here. at least not of the scholarly kind. you can't stop yourself from wondering if he feels bad for you. if he realises you have no friends, and this has turned into some sort of pity thing - god, you really hope it's not a pity thing.

but he doesn't act like it's a chore. doesn't seem to be regretting his decision as he asks you about the newest book you're reading, doesn't mind when you start a silent game of hangman during a boring class after finishing the tic-tac-toe he'd initiated. doesn't mind that you sometimes need to pause in the middle of a sentence because your words are becoming too fast, too thick for your mouth to keep up with.

you try not to read into anything too much, which unsurprisingly doesn't work. it's just like you to get annoyingly caught up in anyone being kind, your usual clinginess always threatening to rear its head.

the next day, you're sitting in class wearing a top that never usually makes it out from the bottom of your closet. it's nice, nicer than something you usually wear while not being too over-the-top for a college morning. and you tell yourself it has nothing to do with seeing sam, that you just want to get your money's worth out of buying this thing on a whim. you certainly aren't wondering if he'll notice, if he'll like it, because it wouldn't make a difference to you either way.

you don't care.

that thought repeats in your brain like a mantra, bouncing around so strong that it keeps turning your head in the direction of the door. it's beginning to get ridiculous, which the antsy tapping of your foot so kindly reminds you of. you grab your notebook from your bag and begin to add to some of your notes, just to have something to do.

when your professor arrives a few minutes later, the seat beside you is still empty. you try not to feel disappointed - sam could be late, or maybe he's sick today. or, you think, when you spot him a few rows away from the front and talking to two guys, maybe that clingy nature of yours has made its appearance after all.

you wish you could say you imagined the sinking feeling in your chest, the wheel turning in your head that reminds you of why you don't usually bother with people in the first place. why you made your promise. you know it's irrational, that sam doesn't owe you anything, and certainly doesn't have to always sit beside you.

that doesn't mean you hadn't hoped he would.

when the class is over, you leave on your own. usually you and sam would linger for a few moments outside, talking until he really does have to rush off for his next class. you usually head back to your place, enjoying the walk through the campus. even before you can plug in your earphones, the chirping of the birds keeps your mind happy as you run over your interactions with sam.

now your earphones come out tangled and a crow squawks obnoxiously loudly in your ear. you huff, then it seems the world really does hate you as you feel a small stone in your shoe. the walk home is more of an angry march, your mouth set into a hard line and jaw clenched. your top's thin fabric makes it so that the wind raises relentless goosebumps on your skin. maybe you'll just go to sleep, ditch your class later and mark today off as not having existed.

you collapse into your bed immediately, not bothering to move the blankets. about five hours are lost after you've woken up some time in the late afternoon. the rest of the day is a bust, with you just half-heartedly getting some work done but mostly watching movies that aren't holding your attention either. you know you're overreacting, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care.

the next day, you don't have a class with sam until the early afternoon. you arrive late - by your standards - to class, after having snoozed your alarm one too many times, which drags your mood down even further. you pulled on the same outfit from yesterday, still piled on the ground, and hoped your deodorant would get you through until you could take a shower tonight. now you settle unhappily into a seat at the back, desperately trying not to watch the back of sam's head. you once again leave right after the class, heading back to your room but only making it twenty minutes before your stomach loudly complains.

you head to the closest place on campus where you know you like the food. it's a relatively busy fast food place, but not many people venture up to the second floor, so you're usually able to find a quiet corner to reside in. but you're here later than you usually would be, which means it's rowdier, and as you make your way to the queue, you decide you'll just bring it back to your place where you can continue the show you had started last night.

"y/n?"

you turn in alarm towards the separated queue that's designated for anyone only ordering coffee. sam is standing there, hands in his pockets, that usual smile on his face even despite the bags under his eyes.

you blink for a moment, wondering if you're still half-asleep. you somehow hadn't noticed him, despite his height, but you had been mostly sighing under your breath and watching your shoes. it's weird, though, how you're suddenly seeing him in here, when it's not a backdrop you're used to seeing behind him. but the light streams through the high windows, hitting his eyes in a certain way that draws your attention. they look expectant, a little amused, and you nearly debate running when you realise you haven't responded yet.

"oh." you shake your head, stumbling a little as some old guy in a hurry jostles past you. "hi sam."

"hey. you getting some lunch?"

you nod, still feeling a little bleary from your lack of sleep last night. "coffee?"

"yeah..." he seems to think for a moment, thoughts whirring about behind his eyes as he pauses. "hey, are you busy?"

"busy?" you ask, like you don't understand the word. "um... no?"

he shifts on his feet. "mind if i join you for lunch? my treat."

now you're really sure you're not following the conversation. this doesn't seem like the request of someone who's trying to shake you. sam easily could've pretended to not have seen you, or at least just said a polite hello. now he's offering to buy you lunch?

"you don't have to -"

"i want to."

you think about your promise to yourself, about just making it through college without giving much thought to friends or socialising. maybe you know that deep down you're being dramatic, or maybe it's the fact that the queue moves so that now it's your turn and you have to make a split-second decision. but you nod.

"okay."

sam's shoulders loosen and he steps over from his own queue to yours as you both go up and order. a few minutes later you're sitting at a booth. on the bottom floor, which you're not too thrilled about, but you did at least manage to get a corner. sam's got a salad, but you're starving, and looking forward to digging into your pizza and fries.

"i didn't see you during class," he says. "is everything okay?"

"oh, just... um... had a paper to finish." you take a bite of the pizza, wincing at how hot it is, but you know you'll just start running your mouth if it's free.

"ah." he nods, like it was the answer he'd been looking for. "i was wondering why you looked so busy in class yesterday. i didn't wanna disturb you."

you stuff another bite of pizza into your mouth, feeling horrible. you had practically spent the last twenty-four hours thinking he was another person who would just throw you away like something discardable. you know you overthink things all the time, but recognising that only seems simple in hindsight. and then whatever negative emotion it generates only dissolves into guilt, which hits you in full-force now.

"you know me," you smile, though it feels all wrong, "just... busy." busy mind, you guess, always managing to come up with ways to destroy you.

"i've noticed." it's lighthearted, which might make you feel worse. "you get it finished?"

"yeah. all done."

"well, good, i'll need you there tomorrow. i had to actually listen today."

your mind only just manages to push that first part aside so that you don't begin making a fool of yourself.

you know he always listens anyway. somehow manages to play the silly paper games with you and still take perfect notes. but you widen your eyes. "oh, the horror. maybe you should be laying down right now."

"should i get my vitals checked? maybe i need a shot - you've got that covered, right?"

the jab at your pen isn't lost on you. "yeah, sure, where do you want it?"

his laugh is abrupt, like it snuck up on him. you like it, you think, knowing that it's genuine. that you get to hear it before he can decide which way he wants it to be heard.

the conversation sinks into that easy flow once again, and only then you feel how much you've missed it. you keep talking until your food is nearly gone, just a few meagre fries left. at one point, sam leaves under the guise of wanting to get a refill. but when he returns, he's holding two small ice creams in little cardboard tubs.

you send him an unimpressed look, which deepens into a scowl as he refuses to accept your money. he was the one who'd decided you should have one, not you, which meant he had to pay. or so he claimed.

"so, no game of thrones t-shirt today?"

you look down, realising you'd never changed out of your slightly-more-fancy top from the day before. it hadn't felt like as big of a deal as it had yesterday, but now you're painfully aware that you're wearing it. how it clings to you in ways your spider-man ones certainly don't.

"laundry day." you shrug, a little too quickly, grabbing your drink. some of it sloshes down over the side of the cup, but thankfully he doesn't seem to notice. or, at least, care.

"huh... well, you look nice. it - looks nice, you know, the, uh... colour. suits you."

you watch him, confused. he looks a little shy as he says it, sinking down in his seat slightly. is he flustered? the stammering is usually your thing; while sam isn't arrogant, he does have a particular air of confidence about him. that seems to have dissolved entirely.

as if hoping to save himself, he reaches across and steals a fry from your plate. before you can pry any deeper into this, your face automatically drops into an expression that might be suitable for someone who'd killed your firstborn child.

"hey, i bought them," he says, snickering, and it seems as though the look on your face eases something back into him.

you hadn't even wanted any more of the cold fries, having been about to move on to your ice cream. but you like the way his eyes crinkle in amusement at your reaction. you grab the ice cream now, swirling the plastic spoon around inside, trying not to outwardly react to the fact that there's m&ms added in - which he obviously knows you like by now. you narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the flip of your stomach. "this becoming a thing now? you giving me free food?"

"are you complaining?"

"depends. do i ever get to return the favour?" it's bold for you, something that slips out as a teasing remark before you can really dissect what it means. the kind of thing you probably should've thought out in advance - you have a feeling that the lost time worrying will be made up tonight as you try to sleep. you're not sure if you want to take it back.

sam doesn't react much, but you do notice the quick tick of his lips. "name a time. i'll be there."

never mind. you don't want to take it back at all.

when you get back to your room, you collapse against your bed like earlier. only this time, it's with a sigh of contentment. the thought only hits after a moment, as you're staring at some peeling paint on the ceiling, and it's so swift and striking that you feel as though you've been sucker-punched.

hold on - did you just ask sam winchester out on a date?

and did he say yes?

[caxapthecat]

when you and your past moots don’t hyperfixate on a new topic together but you’re still bonded by friendship.

that’s love.

[scoobydoodean]

How bout that classism-to-incest pipeline, eh? I've been thinking about it all day since you brought it up. It's really quite scrumptious when it's applied to villains, but a bit sad when people misread its implications. (I will always appreciate Adam for his bucking of expectations where this is concerned, though! We love a little guy who sees through it all!)-shal

(Context being: Shal has mentioned a few times that assertions of or "jokes" about incest often have a damaging classist bent (and this gets its hooks into SPN fandom through certain avenues sometimes). I could already see where Shal was coming from in general terms, but the other day I was slapped in the face with it when I stumbled across a post overtly associating Dean and John with "trash" and "trailer parks" (with obvious disdain) calling it a "comorbidity" for an alleged sexual relationship between them. Suffice to say it was sickeningly ignorant and I was gobsmacked by how overtly and unapologetically classist it was and DM'd Shal about it.)

But YES. Zachariah in 5.18. You put this so well already. Angels vs humans tend to represent upper vs lower class in everything down to the angels typical business professional attire (notable exceptions being Alfie and Gadreel which might even be part of why Dean trusts both of them almost instantly). It's common in Supernatural for immortals to blame Sam and Dean for everything wrong with the world when the cosmic beings are the ones actually at fault, which also resembles real life blaming of the poor for society's ills and the economy. This reversal of blame for the state of the world occurs also in the same scene where Zachariah uses accusations of incest to try and alienate Adam from his brothers.

Trust me, kid, when the heat gets hot, they're not gonna give a flying crap about you. Hell, they'd rather save each other's sweet bacon than save the planet.

"They'd rather save each other's sweet bacon than save the planet" is an accusation based on Sam and Dean's refusal to act as vessels... when the angels are the only reason the planet needs saving in the first place and if they simply stopped doing an apocalypse the apocalypse would not be happening.

I also have to mention Zachariah's use of the term "codependent" based on a post I wrote almost a year ago. The term has a sexist history, having been used as early as the 1940s to describe women """"enabling"""" their alcoholic husbands. I think it's easy to connect dots to classism there as well. Codependency and accusations of incest serve as a way of separating our blue collar associated heroes—trying to alienate and shame them for their reliance on community... all because the group is stronger together than apart and their enemies know that.

[blanketfort-motel]

“Dean’s not really gonna go to hell, right? They’re gonna figure that out.” - My poor, clueless, naive mother, only on S3xE9.

Did she learn nothing from me getting her and my dad into Game of Thrones?

⚠️ Yap Warning Below ⚠️

Like mom, I literally got you to watch this show by telling you “It’s a decade and a half long tragedy that occasionally tricks you into thinking you’re safe with comedy. I started watching it in middle school for the gay angel, but he doesn’t show up til season 4 when he saves Dean from hell and that’s how they enter into the Heaven vs Hell vs Humanity plot-line…”

And ya know what? I knew I could tell her spoilers like that because I knew she’d completely forget I said any little detail of what you just read.

She’d just finished all the episodes of Handmaid’s Tale, I was in the middle of rambling about Supernatural and how good it was blah blah blah and then I knew it was the perfect time and probably only chance I’ll get to have her start this show that has absently plagued me for so long.

After 8 years of slowly conditioning my mom into being okay with onscreen blood and spooky thriller stuff (She’s a literal baby. She had to skip the Bloody Mary episode altogether), she’s finally watching supernatural. Y’all don’t understand how insane this feels. When I watched the show in middle school I had to hide it from my parents 90% of the time. The “Christian” definition of our house has morphed drastically over the years. Don’t even get me started on my Destiel addiction. I still somehow get catholic guilt from the ship and I was raised Baptist (ew).

But now? I’m running down the hall to where my mom is watching the show, I have a half finished destiel art piece in hand, and I’m about to show it to her like I’m in kindergarten and it’s a finger painting I did in class that day.

Hey guys? It can get better. I never could have seen this outcome for my life, not just the casual SPN stuff but like, my job? My cat? My car? My ART? My prescriptions👀? My friends? My life experiences that got me here? I’m just really content and kinda glad I couldn’t have predicted it. And maybe I’m just having a lull in the depression but circumstances are far better right now than I anticipated they would be LITERALLY a year ago when I first graduated college.

Anyway this post went all over the place.

Thanks for checking into Blanket Fort, hope you enjoyed your stay!

[ye-anon-fanon]

Still thinking about that SPN au for S-Classes.

You know what's the specific arc I wanna see. Season 9 - aka gas-station!Steve / homeless!Cas arc, but it's Sung Hyunje going through the horrors of minimum wage after losing all his powers, and getting kicked out by Yoojin because of something Yoohyun-related.

Mari is the person who rescues him from the streets first, and tries to marry him - but this being sctir not spn it ends kinder for everyone involved.

At the gas-n-sip, in the normal course of things, Sung Hyunjae would end up the manager in a week or so, so let's say in addition to the lost powers, Crescent Moon cursed him with bad luck as well, so he can experience as bedraggled an experience as Castiel Supernatural did back then.

I wanna see this man eating straight from a tin, and shivering in the rain, and then i guess the Han brothers come to town to solve a case and someone from Crescent Moon's Cradle is also there all eager to "heal his pain" (permanently).

Actually S7 Amnesia arc / crazy!Cas arc would be fun too. Almost the same beats but ends differently.

Funny thought: if Yoohyun-ie is Sammy and Yerim is Adam-but-they-actually-cared, then what if this means Lucifer is Irin and Michael is Sanho/Coral. Which is amazing. This war in heaven would be so much cuter. (Irin vs Sanho makes me laugh every time. Irin is just so... *cuteness aggression noises and hand movements* ugh! adorable!) Though transcendents being angels fits better from a plot perspective. (In which case it would be Mermaid Queen vs. ?? Primordial Flame? Young Chaos? no, i think i like Irin vs Sanho better lol) Crescent Moon is definitely Chuck tho.

[lizbethborden]

Omg your tomgreg post… we’re so different in that I am so catastrophically attracted to Matthew Macfadyen (he’s not even balding his forehead is just getting slightly larger every season 😩) but I was so fucking irritated by people uncritically describing Tom Wambsgans as like trans or literally using she/her pronouns or whatever for him just because he’s a male character who is emotional and at the wrong end of a power differential in his relationship, when his character was intentionally an exploration of his maleness vs his powerlessness in the face of his billionaire wife. people’s gender brain rot got in the way of their ability to engage with overt themes in the show they spent their lives blogging about … I’d love if u had more thoughts on this phenomenon bc it drove me slightly crazy like I saw people ACTUALLY saying he was experiencing misogyny. While he was actively committing or complicit in misogyny against his beautiful wife

Much respect to you for surviving that whole situation... I do not envy you 🙂‍↔️

I don't know if I have anything coherent, but this is like, to me, the logical endpoint of a couple things:

The tendency of people #onhere to fandomize politics and politicize fandom. You can't just consume something, it has to be politically "correct" to consume it, you have to be consuming something with the correct political messaging or it has to be somehow subversive or political of you TO consume it. Thats why we have a genre of posts #onhere that go "here's why this piece of super popular media is THE MOST PROGRESSIVE WOQUÉ THING EVER, and if you don't get it you're stupid and conservative" (and then there's the genre of backlash posts, "here's why you're STUPID if you think this super popular media is progressive and it makes you a FASCIST to enjoy it"). So, this character has to be imbued with political value as a member of an oppressed group in order to justify liking him or finding him attractive or interesting.

The general over-identification women do with male characters. Women in general as a part of what early feminists called "male-identification" see themselves reflected in men, identify with men and their goals, and IMO imbue men with an excess of meaning and depth that isn't actually there--like haven't we all been around a woman dating some male slime and she's talking about how deep and serious and special he is, and like, he's next to her watching TikToks of "EPIC PWN!!! BITCH KAREN GETS WHATS COMING TO HER 😂😂😂💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥". (Adjacently my pinned post is in response to this phenomenon... people were calling Kendall or Forehead or whoever Miss Sugar Pink Liquor Liquor Lips. Girl that album is about being a WOMAN it's about the pressures of BEING A WOMAN.) So there is this tendency to read our own experiences of harm, violation, and oppression onto these male canvases, especially given that there is no cultural canvas more blank (and therefore no tool more valuable in storytelling) than an average white guy.

The idea, very popular and common among idiots, that it is femininity as such that is oppressed, rather than women as a class. This leads quite naturally I think to the idea that having a feminine or seemingly un-masculine trait or quality is what "is" or "makes" an oppressed person, who then becomes, by transitive property, a woman or woman-adjacent. Think of, for example, Lestat from AMC's new IWTV. People were calling him a "malewife" and "mother" when s1 dropped. There is no textual evidence for this, and he is clearly positioned as a family patriarch... but he gestures with his hands in a feminine (read: f*ggy) way, and by transitive property he becomes, to these people, functionally the same as a woman. For another example: when SPN had its big resurgence on here, people posted obsessively about how Dean Winchester was "eldest daughter coded" because he loved and protected his little brother. Well... no, he was trained to do so by his patriarchal father, and he is obsessively hyper-masculine. But he has the "feminine" trait of loving his brother, which makes him womanlike, since obviously men can't love. (Hey you deangirls said it, not me.)

All of this, for me, tracks completely with gender politics as they currently stand, but I have no clue how these people live with the cognitive dissonance, especially since I see decent critical thinkers participating in it all the time. It's disingenuous and just, well, dishonest. And stupid. I cannot emphasize enough how stupid it is. And to anyone with clear eyes on the reality of women's oppression, it's also straight up offensive.

[silviakundera]

Ok, upon request my thoughts on Bad Buddy, a good queer romance drama that doesn't get much if any international exposure outside the circle of Thai BL fans. Full spoilers.

after consuming literally dozens of BB videos, the best trailer to the drama imo is actually the talented samyvids' "Just My Type" songvid. Perfectly captures the setup.

* the hook: 2 boys raised by their feuding families to be rivals end up attending a university that has a childish Jets vs Sharksesque historic rivalry between the science/engineering vs artistic/architecture majors. Despite these 2 barriers, the boys stumble into a secret bromance and then into love. Secondary couple here is f/f, though it's basically just soft girls meet cute then getting together (no conflict).

* Comedic and light-hearted drama that doesn't take itself too seriously, while also swerving into the appropriate amount of angst for its set up.

* This '20-something bros in love' dynamic reminds me vividly of what a lot of SPN J2 RPF and Hockey RPF has tried to capture. The 2 leads feel like your prototypical good natured university bros and falling in love never changes that. Friends AND Lovers is a challenging dynamic to capture imo but Bad Buddy succeeds

* It helps the Bros In Love vibes that the actors look less primped & polished than many other asian BL productions. They seem like guys you could have actually had in your classes in uni.

* If you welcome the drama's tone and just vibe with it, I think it successfully executes 4 popular romance tropes:

- rivals to friends to lovers

- forbidden (hidden) love

- fall first vs fall harder

- golden retriever bounding around paw cleaning cat

* If you are going to sell me on a modern day romeo & juliet esque queer rom-com, without the bloodshed, then you BETTER put your money where you mouth is and make their love actually forbidden.

* Thankfully, Bad Buddy understood the assignment. It's not just a misunderstanding. Their parents truly do have a feud and they truly are forbidden to even be friends, forget a romantic relationship. 2 kids obligated to be enemies since birth, bound by this twisted shared experience that no one else understands.

* Pran falling first, with enough time to comprehend how cruelly impossible they are. Pat falling late, fast, and hard - too impulsive to consider the consequences and wearing his heart on his sleeve.

* Both characters won me over quickly:  cautious & restrained Pran who likes order, chaotic Pat who craves his attention

* Love that the dramatic tension & hiding in all the early episodes isn't revealed to be pointless. If there was no consequence, then it removes the poignancy of its classic rooftop kiss scene. Prans' fears must be justified in order for the angst to stand up in a rewatch. Pran's friends DO reject him at first. Their parents DO refuse to accept the relationship, including his mom considering this a personal betrayal.

* Prans' fears are painfully rational and everything he is scared of does have to be confronted. But that also gives romantic weight to his decision to give in to the feelings and accept the consequences.

* In the way that scifi authors will try to explore sociopolitical topics through allusions & metaphor, and that Hunger Games author keeps writing dystopian YA whenever she gets heated about politics, Bad Buddy does a good job imo of using the feuding families setup to address the reality of existing in a homophobic and transphobic society while being queer -- demonstrating it in a way that straight cis people can relate to. And approaching from this angle allows the production to tell that story with a certain emotional distance for queer viewers who have experienced such struggles.

* The bittersweet ending sells me completely on this drama. Closeted but not. Open but not entirely. Accepting that you can't change the world and make all your family & friends & coworkers accept your truth... but refusing to abandon them OR your truth. It's a decision so many queer people have made over the years, in different countries and decades. And it's tinged with hope.

* Let's acknowledge that indeed there is tons of product placement in this series. Sometimes to hilarious ends. But frankly, without this sponsorship the series would not exist. So I'm very grateful to suffer through the marketing that helped fund it.

* Available streaming in multiple places, including YouTube.

[fluviusevos]

malcolm is babysitting at some rich people's house in this episode and he just ends up being there all the time while his own family's kicked out of their house and into a trailer thingie while the exterminators do their thing. so there's like a montage of comparing the amenities at their house vs these rich people's and it made me giggle bc yeah it's a bit funny on it's own but i realised that the spn fandom would call him a class traitor for this on account of them calling sam that for going to university on a scholarship

[shallowseeker]

Since the dash is having fun with intelligence, let's also take a moment to appreciate Sam conceptualizing the Campbells as "brawn" and the Winchesters as "brains," even after he directly witnessed how much competence and intelligence Samuel Campbell was wielding in-real-time.

SAM: What Cupid said about heaven busting ass to get Mom and Dad together. The Winchesters and the Campbells – the brains and the brawn.

No only does Sam buy the unreliable-Heaven's cupid story (I'm not so sure Dean did), but he's overlaying his prejudices on top of it, pigeon-holing each into a 2D stereotype.

[carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit]

~ People I wanna know better Tag Game ~

Thank you @deadhoneybee !! 💕

Last Song: Genesis, Grimes. Not the usual stuff I listen but it’s such a vibe

Favourite colour: Like earthy or pastel blues and greens

Last show/film: last show was always sunny which I’ve rewatched so many times it’s basically white noise to me now lol. And I dont think I’ve seen a movie this year so it would probably would have been Knight Before Christmas or the Reputation stadium tour (rip 😔)

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury! All I want to eat rn is tacos or bao buns 😩

Relationship Status: single

Last Google search: autopsy vs coroner report (writing research lmao, for the below fic)

Current obsession: supernatural aus - specifically hunter x supernatural creature ship dynamic.

And more specifically a wolfstar au I started as a joke based off of a spn werewolf episode but have suddenly turned very serious and I can’t stop writing it.

And also a Les amis fic I read years back but can’t stop thinking about. I can’t remember what it was called and it was incomplete but all the Les amis were hunters except for grantaire (vampire) jehan (fae) and eponine (ghost) and those three were flatmates and unknowingly flirting with the guys trying to wipe them out.

Last book: I finished Mort, Terry Pratchett last week and I’m currently reading Life Class, Pat Barker and Why I’m No Longer Talking To WhitePeople About Race, Renni Eddo-Lodge

Looking forward to: I’m going to back Cardiff on Thursday to see friends and then London on Saturday to see my sister/have a LOTR marathon

I tag any of my mutuals who see this (yes even you 👁️ 👁️)

[synesindri]

cleaning out my likes and finding tag games i haven't done yet 😩 thank you for tagging me in this WIP game @leatafandom!! your responses about your WIP are so intriguing 👀

i'm going to go with something i haven't actually written anything about yet but that i'm thinking about using as my next longform project. undecided if i want to do it as a fandom thing or not, since it's the full backstory of sverrir, the spn oc i developed as gabriel's vessel but who at this point might as well just be his own thing lolol

The name of the game is: pick a particular WIP. Bold the themes that are explicitly explored, and italicize the themes that are secondarily explored.

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | found family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

0-pressure tagging @notquiteinsane, @fandom-space-princess, and @artoodeeblue!

[milfbro]

every other day because I'm having classes about colonial america etc they mention the fundamental role of the winchester rifle in the mass muder of natives for the expansion of the contemporary capitalist frontier and every time it's like. It's not a coincidence. They were tapping onto this same myth of the frontierland white man VS the wilderness and the Danger. And they have no interest in the folklore they are helping to remove from its cultural context and positioning as the Evil to beat. Etc. Stripping away all meaning and turning into a little haloween monster to shoot with a gun

Nothing is made in a vacuum ykwim. Supernatural is just another in a long line. Not even going back centuries I mean straight up just all these CW shows pretending to be agnostic or whatever the fuck but being still extremely christian-supremacist even a show as stupid as spn where an angel's "grace" is like a literal thing you can get with your hand

don't let me make serious posts about supernatural

[feelitstillmp3]

god this show is so stupid. *continues to keep watching*

[naruhearts]

Listen, EW and TPTB—

We’re actually getting ANGEL alum Christian Kane onboard for S15 as Dean’s old former hunting friend, whom he possibly met pre-series canon.

*nudges @bluestar86*

This is a pretty big deal, guys. Quite interesting. BIG stuff on the horizon here.

Narratively, this just brings so many avenues of bi!Dean potential to the table. OUT OF GOOD FUN, I’m obviously and sensibly ready to expect nothing, but also ready to expect everything *flails*

Basically:

[remythologise]

Leviathan anon here: the version you and @griderednerve sounds way better than what actually happened in season 7. And yeah I think the Leviathans were suppose to be a message against capitalism and on a better show, it would have been interesting but unfortunately this is Supernatural. Also Supernatural doesn't need to plug anti capitalism into the show when Castiel, thee angel of thee lord exists. Cas was created because of the writers strike and days before his character was introduced, we reached the peak of the financial crisis (and like the whole lesson to be learned from that crisis was capitalism is terrible)

I mean I am ALL for anti-capitalism messages I think it could have worked for Supernatural too... if the Leviathans weren’t so freaking stupid. They just don’t really work as season-arc villains. I think the real problem with Season 7 is incredible anti-climatic villain writing after the Apocalypse and Crowley/Cas, like we cared so much about Michael, Lucifer, Cas and Crowley... and Dick/the Leviathans sucked in terms of character writing and bad CGI. If you think about it, the Leviathans are a REALLY GOOD one-or-two-episode premise that were stretched out over an entire season. But I don’t think they even leaned into the horrors of the Leviathans very well - if I remember correctly could have been basically Yeerks 2.0 or Skrulls or Cylons, but that aspect of psychological horror (who do you trust? and are they people too?) was never explored in an impactful way. Like ultimately Leviathans leaned into Supernatural’s weaknesses (bad black goo CGI) and not its strengths (character building and psychological horror) and I think that’s why it failed!