dropout boy king

“The actors aren’t the authority on the characters, you can disagree with their opinions” This is very true except for Jared Padalecki. Jared is the Number 1 authority on Sam and every word he says about him is gospel.

i am not dean winchester ok he just lives in my head and in my car and we chat sometimes and sometimes he writes posts for me. i am not fictional character dean winchester. but in the astral soup permeating the universe our frequencies aligned constructively at several points in my life and this has resulted in me being able to imprison him in the passenger seat of my car. okay

dean winchester is a particle in a box ok actually he’s a particle in MY box wait. wait sorry that came out wrong

I have insane killer evidence for why I’m the dean kinnie of all time but it would be doxxing. which upsets me greatly

nobody understands all the stupid random coincidences in my life that lined up to orchestrate this. I’m going to be visited by angels or something

speaking of hunting/dean's belief that civilians inhabit an inherently shallower more static level of reality. just remembered what he did to Lisa Braeden & it strikes me all over again how deeply violent it is to cut out and tear away a year of someone's life as though they won't be able to sense the hollow. but it doesn't occur to him that she would sense the hollow or value the experiences she had with him bc he believes her life when he's not on screen is just one long textureless dream in which linear time does not apply. post-s5 he is delivered to her so he can wait out the rest of his days away from the machinations of the plot, skip to the end of the story via vague domestic montage. as an action hero waiting to be martyred Dean spends most of his life up to that point in the present tense but to settle down with a woman is like using that woman as a shortcut to the Future bc he knows the camera will just skim over all the dull intricacies of domestic life and invisible montage will deliver him to death. it just doesn't occur to him that she will continue to exist linearly after he writes her out of his story.

sam is the classic restless gotta get out of my dead-end hometown where nothing ever changes teenage runaway but the catch is his hometown is a car/the dream of the open road so he's kind of tasked with outrunning motion itself.

the devious fatness and cuddy nature of the buff orpington chicken conceals that they all have what my chicken farmer pelvic floor therapist called "mental problems" which i choose to interpret as their tendency to fuckign bite me when they believe i am Withholding Blueberries from them

i do love my physical therapist because she was fully two fingers deep trying to fix the effects of [indeterminate years] spent basically in partial kegel while we yapped about chicken farming. my preferred way to get through uncomfortable invasive procedures is talking about my chickens while uhhhhhhh. getting dilated.

My understanders will Understand me

and As Such . My misinterpreters will Misinterpret me . The price for speaking my truth .