LATELY, I'VE BEEN FEELING LIKE THE ODD MAN OUT
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LATELY, I'VE BEEN FEELING LIKE THE ODD MAN OUT
this trend on tumblr where everyone is larping as a literary theorist in this affected dark academia type tone mixed in with like stan twitter mannerisms but it’s also about like supernatural or whatever. whenever i see it i either think it’s the smartest coolest thing ever or super lame there’s never any in between
y’all will be like “the way misha collins confirmed that castiel shaves his dick and balls…. its about the PATTERNS the habitual performance of femininity and masculinity interwined. did not patrocles in a way shave his dick and balls when he donned achilles armor at the gates of troy?? don’t we all in a way?? #castiel my beloved…” and then i mentally spin a little wheel that decides whether i think you’re a genius and i tell you your post made me insane
one gifset per episode: 2.20 what is and what should never be
cas widower arc would be so. SO. because cas would LOSE IT. dean fell onto his haunches and sobbed for an indefinite period... cas would fucking. fall onto his knees and it would crack the hard floor... he would scream so loud the walls would shake... the world is empty and there's no dean... & ALL BECAUSE OF HIM.
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DEAN WINCHESTER IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ 3.08 - A Very Supernatural Christmas
also speaking of dean disorders like. the way he sees relationships as inherently hierarchal rather than collaborative and also relationships as something he can never leave and the other person could leave whenever they want with no warning because that’s exactly how john acted and john was obviously his most significant relationship model. and so he’s constantly cycling between being dominant and controlling or being servile and self flagellating because he can’t figure out which role he’s supposed to be playing because literally no one else is responding to his bizarre behavior by recreating his fucked up relationship with his abusive father. but to dean that’s the only kind of significant relationship there is, so if someone doesn’t try and replicate it with him he assumes they don’t care about him at all.
something about dean is like. he grew up in total social isolation with a severely emotional and physically neglectful parent and his substitution for social interaction was just an insane amount of cable tv, which generally gives a decent if simplistic understanding of social norms. but it doesn’t actually provide any feedback and most of how children develop their sense of self, their strengths and weaknesses, etc is from mirroring from their parents and other adults in their lives. so he can socialize pretty well, especially in surface level interactions, but his sense of self is so insanely mismatched from reality that if you described him to himself he wouldn’t know who you were talking about and if you asked him to describe himself to you he would just copy paste the wikipedia description of michael emerson from the lost boys (1987)
the thing about dean is that he craves the applause yet hates the attention
dean’s slutty slutty whore boots. love
where do u even begin with this one .
In order to understand dean you have to understand that dean thinks he is trapped. He thinks the whole world is a very small cage and if he so much as thinks about touching the bars he’ll die. Sometimes he looks at the other people outside the cage and goes aw man I wish I was free to frolick and roam the open space outside :/ and sometimes he looks at a person and goes i want you in the cage with me. And also if you try to leave the cage I WILL lie kill steal murder mansplain manipulate in order to keep you inside. But the truth of the matter is that there is no cage. The door is wide open. Swinging in the breeze. Dean could leave any time he likes but he never ever will because he’s convinced himself that the open door is actually locked up tighter than Fort Knox and, most importantly, it’s locked for deans own good.
Like have you ever heard of Foucault’s theory of the panopticon. Foundational to queer theory as a discipline. So imagine you are a prisoner and you are in prison. You and your fellow prisoners are confined in individual cells. These cells are arranged in a circle, with a single watchtower in the center. The walls between you and your neighbors are solid and opaque. You cannot see them. The wall facing the watchtower is transparent, as is the wall directly opposite it. Your body is strikingly dark against the daylit background; the overseer can see every single move you make. You cannot see into the watchtower, prisoner that you are. The tower is too high, and the windows are mirrored.
You are a prisoner in the panopticon. Somebody is always watching you. You can feel their eyes upon you, their gaze stretching all the way back to that distant tower, even if you can’t see who’s inside. Every time you step a toe out of line, you are punished. Every time you try to speak to your neighbors, you are punished. You are not allowed to touch the glass, or the door. You are not allowed to break things, or huddle beneath your blanket and hide from the watching eyes. They punish you until, eventually, you stop doing these things. You never know when the eyes are watching.
So you sit there, on your cot, and sometimes you stare at the world outside. You see all sorts of things out there; everyday people with ordinary lives, who live in houses and have terrible jobs and perfectly average, delightfully messy families. You think you hate the people outside, but the truth is that you’re so terribly jealous you can hardly stand to look. But you keep looking, every single day, because the only other thing you can look at is the watchtower, and the watchtower makes you afraid.
Suppose there is no one inside the watchtower. Suppose the overseer lies slumped over in his chair, dead. Suppose his corpse has rotted away and his bones have turned to dust. How are you supposed to know? You cannot see inside the watchtower. You can still feel the overseer’s eyes long after he died, but then again, you don’t even know he’s dead. How long would you sit there, afraid of eyes that have rotted right out of the overseer’s corpse? How long will you stay there, terrified of the wrath of a man who has been dead for years?
The truth is you will stay there forever. And you will not touch the door, which is unlocked, or attempt to speak to your neighbors, who have all escaped a long, long time ago. You will sit there and watch the outside world, sick with jealousy, fantasizing about plucking one of those tiny little people from their tiny little life and holding them close in your tiny little prison. Sometimes you fantasize about being one of the tiny little people outside, with a tiny little life and a tiny family you love. The fantasy makes you tremendously afraid, because the outside is deceptive. It’s not safe out there, where things can touch you. Where you are vulnerable and the whole world is unfamiliar. So. You will sit there in your cell, and when someone finally opens the door you will leap up and cry get out! Get out! Don’t you know he’s watching?! Don’t you know it’s not safe for me outside?! And you will push your would-be rescuer away until you can close the door in their face. It doesn’t matter how persistent your rescuer is, or how persuasive they might be. You will not leave your prison, your safe haven, until the day you die.
Anyways. Foucaultnatural. Go read discipline and punish.
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so the theory that misha was asked to defend castiel's death on social media is confirmed now ig
Misha: "I tried to kind of defend the show's treatment of my character's death on social media - partly because the producers had asked me to do that [...]"
timestamp 4:18
C’est lors de la quatrième édition de la DarkLight Con de People Convention que nous avons pu approcher Misha Collins. Nous vous parlions de
transcripted the relevant area. roughly 4:18 - 5:16. Q: Are you affected to certain fans reactions? A: Uh... yeah. There are times when I have been. I, um, after my character died on Supernatural I uh, kind of tried to defend the show's treatment of my character's death on social media. Partly because the producers had asked me to do that. And I got a lot of pushback, um and, I was really sad about that. Like it actually, affected me. Because I had worked really hard to get the ending of my character that I had. Where he makes this declaration of love to Dean. And the fans sort of came after me for being, you know, not a good ally. And I, uh, yeah that was hard for me. So there have been a few instances that have been challenging.
queer by frank bidart, stanza two
the pilot episode establishing mary as a constance welch mirror is so crazy in retrospect because you spend so many seasons of spn assuming that the conflict between dean and sam and mary is because she’s so different from this idolized version of her john made her out to be but actually on some level they were just deeply unfathomably angry with her from the very beginning