DEMON OF SODOM

I feel like to really get this circulating as it should, we need it superimposed over the picture of the turkey going in the fridge. (I can't do it I'm on my phone.)

the only way this could possibly be funnier is if they deus ex machina some shit to bring Castiel back and then in the very last episode he and Dean Ackles share history’s most uncomfortable, reluctant, closed-mouth kiss, like two pale coconuts gently colliding

I’ve gotten into the show unironically now and I can’t believe how wrong I was about this if they kiss it’s gonna be with tongue

me seeing a take i disagree with and piously allowing it to pass (mostly) unremarked upon: I'm sort of like a modern day saint

your knight's unending loyalty for you is kinda parasocial and lowkey problematic...

‘ She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards’ is the greatest fucking sentence I have ever read.

THE ORIGINAL??

(smh) Never thought I’d see it in the wild. Yet here it is. :)

always gotta reblog the ‘breasted boobily’ post

Adding "you would be friends with Hitler if he liked vocaloid" to that same list as "y'all would fuck a fence if it was white"

when cas eats raw meat on the floor i just want to take him on a Date. i want to treat him to a meal at a classy restaurant where i pull out his chair for him and then when the waiter comes he says. i would like five to seven pounds of raw ground beef please. and the waiter makes a face so i interject to say that it's ok, he eats it all the time and he's built up a 100% immunity to e. coli or whatever you get from raw beef. and maybe i argue with him for several minutes but he eventually acquiesces and leaves without taking my order but that's okay bc i wasn't planning on eating. and while we're waiting for his meal i say tell me about yourself. and he says. i'm several billion or perhaps a few thousand years old. i've been lobotomized dozens, maybe hundreds of times but i don't remember it and no one has told me yet so i shouldn't be able to tell you. and i say haha wow that's so cool and mysterious and sexy. and then his beef comes out in a bus tub that the waiter slams down on the table before scurrying away. and i watch with my chin in my hand and hearts in my eyes as he eats frantically, desperately, making noises that concern and frighten the other diners. hes eating it by the fistful. it's all over his face and shirt. there's a little in his hair. and as he reaches the end he spots the waiter and flags him down. the waiter approaches with extreme trepidation. cas tells him excuse me. may i have five glasses of whole cows milk. the waiter clenches his hand so violently that his pen snaps in half. it's a nice sturdy gel pen. ink is everywhere. he says of course sir, i'll get that out to you right away. cas thanks him and immediately returns to scarfing the last few handfuls of beef. the waiter stumbles away. about three minutes later, as castiel has his entire head inside the bus tub licking the sides clean, the waiter returns with five glasses of milk on a tray. he sets them down one by one, drops the tray on the ground due to his nervous tremors, picks it up silently and leaves. cas immediately sets upon the milk. he picks up the first glass and swallows continuously until it is drained. he sets it down. starts on the next. about three and a quarter glasses in, he notices a dollop of ground beef he's accidentally dropped on the ground. he stops drinking to scoop up the meat, from the floor, and place it in his mouth. he then continues to drink the remaining one and three quarter glasses of milk on the table. nearly the second he is finished, the waiter appears and stares at the center of the table, refusing to meet either of our eyes as he says that the manager of the establishment has "comped" our meals and that we should feel free to leave at our earliest opportunity. i thank him profusely with a hand on his arm. he flinches and walks backward all the way into the double doors leading to the kitchen. i say are you ready to leave castiel, darling? he says Okay. and we teleport instantly to his front doorstep. he lives in a charming townhouse in [american urban center]. i tell him i had a great time tonight, cas. he nods solemnly and says likewise. the meat was satisfying. i say i'm glad to hear it..... and then i reach out to gently, so gently, wipe away a smear of beef from the corner of his mouth. i tell him. you had a little. he interrupts me. meat? i say yeah it was meat. from the floor. or maybe the tub.

bc spn is populated by mirrors and shadows being possessed in spn is nearly always indicative of some symmetry between possessor and possessed like: Azazel&John are inverse fathers and Azazel allows the show to tackle explicitly what with John can only ever be implicit, Michael&Dean/Lucifer&Sam are playing out a very obvious family drama abt authority vs rebellion, Gadreel&Sam are guilty scapegoats, etc etc. so being possessed in spn can really never be morally neutral bc it always means the narrative is indicating something abt your archetype. even with Meg&Sam the implication is that Sam is susceptible to infection, that Sam might turn into a stranger. Dean's shifter in 1.06 fuses with Dean emotionally and is able to speak candidly abt feelings Dean would never share. Possession always tells you something true, (or something the narrative thinks is true), abt the possessed.

:/

sam is fun because he doesn't just restrict himself to traditional body purity stuff like disordered eating he is constantly innovating and inventing new cleansing rituals by which to almost die

one way in which he is very typical though is he will go through phases of going okay, that was bad, i'll admit it, but i am cured now. okay i was lying when i said that, but now i'm really cured. okay fine that was wrong but THIS time. oh this? this is just a harmless little self-care practice don't worry about it. no i am not starving, it's called a spiritual fast. okay fine i may have been starving but now i am doing a cleanse which is different. it's henbane, carrot juice, and a sprinkling of paprika. no i'm not poisoning myself, sola dosis facit venenum hello?

I think back in hell ruby was the demon equivalent of weirdo christian girl and all the other demons talked about her behind her back like yeah ruby genuinely believes lucifer's return is nigh. lmao get a life lucifer's not gonna fuck you dude.