Supernatural is a lifestyle choice

“This was something that the studio, that Sony was talking to some much bigger names than me, and wanted to bring in for Season 3 and so Eric was like, look, I know you can do this, but we are gonna have to convince, you know, the powers, so he’s like, you are gonna put yourself on tape and I was like great, I will do that. So I did, I sent it to him only, and then he noted me and I did it again and send it to him, he noted me again, we wen’t back and forth about 4 times, and he was like okay, I’m cool if you are cool, I can take this up the chain here and see what kind of response we get… I worked for it, it wasn’t just like “Hey, we want to bring you on for Season 3” no, I had to earn this one.“

We're still here, you rancid mayo lickers. We still remember. Your guy got yeeted for sexual assault against women, he's mad at Misha for having a part in removing him and being more loved than he ever will, and you are never going to have a real part of this fandom again.

Lessons learned:

pay close attention to young sock accounts.

Do not engage them,

do not argue them,

do not lift them,

track the instabilities in what they say and do and talk to.

I will not clarify who this is to give them attention but if you think you found it, send it to me.

They have a new sock on both twitter and tumblr and both are being monitored and recorded closely.

For context:

The twitter account first appeared Dec 16 and tripped and fell on an ancient tweet immediately to make noise, while flipping like a pancake trying to draw in followers.

Misha's awesome!--to the misha fans, after pretending to be horrified by long disproven claims.

But he's evil!--to the wincels, who are even looking at this account going "what the fuck where did you come from".

Flip flop flip flop. But they made art of Misha or something after that!

Their first tumblr reblog (brand spanking new account, a tipster dropped it to me instantly) is from the J2 lane completely changing the original dencon story months late (remember when they changed the story weeks after they realized there was a witness to J2 fighting, even before Jensen stormed offstage?)

Their only original post is claiming they don't belong to the fandom, then one other random reblog (as of this post 12/28--shortly after I put out a more vague warning while @'ing Lineage, this account cropped up in the tags here, after being silent on twitter for the first day since they made their account 12/16).

If you're someone I would probably recognize the name of, DM me, I'll send you the account but I repeat:

DO NOT ENGAGE THEM, DO NOT ARGUE THEM, DO NOT LIFT THEM, TRACK THEIR INCONSISTENCIES.

do NOT feed into TAW and Victoria's tactic of baiting this fandom into arguing in his defense just to spread fake bad PR like last time.

Let. Them. Rot.

Other notes: This account makes vague statements implying they ship Destiel but not saying it... on twitter. But then over here they say they don't want shippers to come after them. And just made a post saying they know nothing about the guys, despite their recent twitter behavior and professing to know Da Truff. They also didn't seem to know what "Hellers" meant on twitter after saying they Ship Destiel, just to put the icing on the shitcake.

Bonus:

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 16/327

Grace to Grace (link to Ao3) Destiel * Wing kink * Rated E By Jemariel

Summary: There's a ritual to restore Castiel's wings. Which, you know, is great. But where will that leave Dean?

Tags: Established relationship; Magic rituals; Wing kink, wing grooming, wing oil, inappropriate use of wing oil; Dean Winchester's low self worth

As originally seen in the To Hell And Back Anthology (with minor tweaks)

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The bunker is refreshingly cool after the heat outside, and dark enough that, for a minute, all Dean can see is green. Cas heads directly for the showers. Dean tags along, because washing off some of the sweat sounds real nice right now, and also because the thought of letting Cas out of his sight squeezes unpleasantly in his chest.

Cas doesn’t even look back as he undoes his trousers and drops them on the bathroom floor, his wings still two frail-looking lumps clinging tightly to his back. Dean swallows, not sure if he's staring or can't look directly at them. His stomach does a confused tilt whenever he does, back and forth between excitement and dread. “Is this—uh. Do you want some privacy? Or—”

Cas responds by reaching out to grab Dean’s T-shirt and pull him into a kiss. Surprised, but not unwilling, Dean lets him lead, closing his eyes to enjoy the cool press of his lips.

“Stop second-guessing yourself,” Cas grumbles when he pulls back, and it makes Dean’s stomach wriggle and turn over.

“I’m not, I just—don’t wanna overstay my welcome, that’s all.” His hands clench tight at Cas's sides, knuckling into the softness above his hips. If he slid his hands back around Cas's waist, he’d feel crumpled primary feathers against his knuckles. He swallows a knot in his throat and stares at Cas's collarbone like a coward.

Cas squints at him, but he looks too tired to press the issue. Instead, he shucks his boxer briefs and turns to start up the shower.

Dean could just retreat. Leave him to his business. Let them both keep what’s left of their dignity.

He pulls off his clothes instead and follows Cas into the stall.

Credit to: @sodiumfreak @willowcoded @nobodydean @i-was-dead-in-september