ariel

has anyone done the math for average amount of time between sam dying and dean killing himself. on a scale of three days to twenty five minutes how codependent are you

sam would make like one tiny little bitchy joke and dean was like i WILL crash this fucking car right now. do you not love me anymore? you don't even fucking love me... and you WENT TO STANFORD

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

imma do anything atp why not

Fuck it

screw it

Oh russet of fortune... Please just make the months go quickly and with no qualms.... And may all my fandoms be plentiful to help me cope.

yknow what if the potato works im officially starting spellwork next week

All hail the potato of luck, the sacred golden potato, ruler of all potatoes.

I’m so mad because this worked

on the flipside of the genre aware Dean coin I've always had this idea that sam is genre-resistant, he is oblivious or disdainful or both. I mean obviously with moments like 'you peed yourself!' or 'there aren't even words in this newspaper dean!' the joke is that he's not participating in Dean's self-conscious vaudeville act. first scene of him as an adult is him telling Jess he doesn't want to dress up for Halloween, he resists being costumed, he doesn't pick the music and all the music he is shown genuinely enjoying the joke is that it's out-of-place, too whiny or modern. his pop culture touchstones don't mesh with the show's very strict aesthetic sensibilities. also in comparison to Dean who is such a chameleon Sam is kind of allergic to pretense. like thinking abt in it's a terrible life where Dean immediately adapts to the contours of his new role vs Sam who is thrashing around like a trapped animal.

Millennials who think they’re entirely detached from JKRs bigotry because they’e marauders fanfic writers or whatever the fuck are the most annoying people on the planet not only that but you guys talk about fanfiction of a bad children’s series like you’re the joker.

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

kind of tragic how dean puts all this responsibility onto himself to be sam’s protector, when the truth is sam has never once been safe. the biggest violation in his life happened when he was six months old, and nobody was there to protect him. and nothing anyone did afterwards could ever make up for that fact.