A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!” One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?” He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!” Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?” And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits” And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.” Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5’3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
I love this
me, drinking a coffee: I should go get coffee when I’m done with this coffee.
Since when would Dean ever threaten an innocent person and force them to do shit against their will. This was so un-Dean-like and I need to vent.
Kelly Kline comes to mind.
It’s not the same though. With Kelly, Dean was trying to save the entire multiverse, and also trying to save Kelly herself. Here it’s just totally personal–he’s just trying to save his mom, not serve some greater good or protect the person from themselves.
I saw a theory that maybe Jack had inadvertently controlled Dean like he’d done with Cas to get what he wants, and I hope that’s the case, but if it is, it seems weirdly placed in terms of narrative timing because when exactly would they get a chance to bring that up in the near future?
Kaia wasn’t just an “innocent.” I mean… she had the ONE THING Dean desperately needed, and without her help it would continue to be HIS PERSONAL FAULT that Mary was suffering horrifying torture in the world HE FELT PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE for her languishing in… so… yeah, not ooc
This wraps up into all the guilt he has left over from Purgatory, for how he treated Sam for not looking for him in Purgatory, for how he’d been in complete denial that Mary was even still POSSIBLY REMOTELY alive… (and remember Dean has no idea that Lucifer is back now, because he was prevented from exchanging info with Cas). And suddenly he’s been delivered a literal vision proving that she’s not only alive, but suffering horribly in something highly reminiscent of the torture he experienced in Hell (which he’d been freshly reminded about just a few days earlier…). And he’s suddenly willing to do practically anything to save her from that (because again, Dean blames himself for all of this, because he once blamed Sam for not looking for him, and that blame drove them to really horrifying places…)
So yeah, Dean’s got a LOT of emotional trauma, guilt, and self-blame over all of this, and Kaia being potentially the one and only person capable of helping them get Mary back? To redeem HIMSELF? Yeah, he snapped. I can’t really blame him.
As horrible as it was to do to Kaia, heck I get it.
I’m going to do a proper post in the morning, but if you go back and listen to things right after Jack’s visions, Dean’s head is ringing. They put deliberate audio cues into the shot to tell us that either A) Dean was having a panic attack, B) Dean was having a shock reaction to either the vision or the subject material, or C) Dean was having a flashback to Hell.
Given the framing of everything, with Mary directly mirroring Dean’s own screams and the camera shots in the vision, my money is on C.
And yeah, it was horrible to Kaia, but this one….. That’s still Dean.
The thing is, we don’t often see Dean like this, where he’s got a family member to rescue, but when we do? He’s said it himself, “for you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh …. it scares me sometimes.” (1×22)
This is… this is the same internal thread and struggle that’s been there since s1, but it’s rarely pointed at humans or innocents. And it’s almost never framed as being as blatantly WRONG as this was.
This ^^^
You have to see it from DEAN’s pov and no I don’t believe he would ever of actually really hurt her but threatening her a bit to find mom, who he thought was dead and didn’t search for when he just saw her get stabbed inside a horrific torture cage in an AU only Kaia can get to??
He literally has a panic like attack right there on screen first to show how overwhelmed he is!
Yeah he’s gonna do everything he can to get there and save her and that is not OOC at all.
He doesn’t and never will act perfectly all the time especially when under intense stress in moments like this, it’s a huge part of being human and so important to the overall morality and themes of the show. I’m not surprised at all.
One of the nicer cultural things about being married, honestly, which I really wish was available to everyone, is that you can teamwork the shit out of everything to compensate for mental illness and nobody thinks that’s weird.
Like, if you have your roommate/best friend/parent/sibling/etc make a phone call for you because phone calls are terrifying, or cook you dinner because you can’t get through all the steps of cooking pasta today, or handle your finances because you don’t trust yourself to spend money responsibly, or keep a calendar for you because you forget things, or whatever, people will act like you’re being incredibly childish and you need to grow up and do things on your own and not demand other people coddle you and so on… But if your spouse does those things, that’s fine and normal.
a writing advice post: don’t describe characters’ eye colors, people don’t usually notice that in real life
me: anyway this character has pale blue eyes and this one has brownish-black and this one has sea green and you’re not my mother, you can’t make me stop
The trick is actually when you describe eye colours.
If a character is standing a good distance away from the character describing them, then unless they have massive and/or unusually vivid eyes (in which case, carry on) then no, they’re eye colour isn’t gonna be what jumps out about them.
So save it for later.
It can actually be a really moving experience to notice something pretty about another person’s eyes, the first time you’re close enough to. One of the major downsides of the ‘list format’ of description, where you just dump stuff like hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, height, built, etc in one big block, is that you lose a lot of the little human moments where people are honestly liable to pick up details about one another.
If you just tell me that, say, a character’s eyes have flecks of green in them, that’s boring. If your POV character notices the flecks of green in someone’s eyes because they’re sitting together on a couch and laughing and the light hit them just right and oh, so-and-so actually has unfairly pretty hazel eyes?
Text version: I live in a world that is completely seamless between the two. Fantasy is the real story. The world in which we live is structured from notions that are completely fabricated; your clothes, your wallet, that we all agree that pieces of paper are worth something. Geography is a complete fabrication. Where does Mexico start and America end? From space, nowhere. We agree to kill each other, to tax each other, to shame each other from notions that are complete fabrications. To me, those are harmful fantasies. Whereas my fantasies are liberating.
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