Oh sis, you and me both are silently frothing at the mouth over SPN rn. I will only be experiencing the last few eps via my dash and I’m like 1% reluctant to judge before we actually see them but also I have technically spent 10 years being let down by that show so why would they stop now
Let me begin by stating how sorry I am for making you wait this long for my reply. I saw your message, I got two aneurysms - one happy (a message from someone! A message from a friend!) and one rage-induced (the topic! The topic itself!) - and then I just kept on mulling over this answer for almost two months, because for some reason I’ve decided to make it my song of betrayal, my ultimate SPN break-up post. Or whatever.
For the past few weeks, I’ve had a separate doc file open at all times. I kept crafting a nice essay on why and how I’d stopped caring about SPN, and how good and righteous it felt. It began like this:
“The story of me getting fed up with SPN is the story of me learning to care about myself. Even though I can’t believe I’m typing that myself, let me repeat: the story of me getting fed up with SPN is the story of me learning to care about myself.
(A disclaimer: this post is in no way intended to be a critique of the SPN fandom and/or fans. You are not only allowed, but welcomed to unapologetically enjoy the heck out of the show and its fanbase, and yes, you can shout to me about it, and yes, regrettably, I will understand. I really will get it.)”
This file now is exactly one full page long and then it’s followed by another half a page of points I fully intended to expand on, including but not limited to such classics as: the outrageous, demeaning and revolting ways Cas was treated for the past few seasons resulting in him becoming a watered-down and almost unrecognizable version of himself; the bad, boring writing; the shameless queerbaiting and why I had been taking it kinda resignedly for so many years but refuse to take it now, largely due to the major shifts both in my life and in the sociologic landscape surrounding us; Jack Kline!!!; me watching an actually good TV show for once, and realizing how nice and liberating it feels to give something your time, empathy and attention, and in return feel respected as an audience, etc. etc.
The last week’s episode happened.
If you’ve seen even a smidge of what I’ve posted in the last week, then you must already know how I feel about this episode, and what’s probably to come. I went from blind rage through wild hope to some sort of in-between, where it doesn’t matter anymore what exactly it is I’m feeling, only that it’s intense.
Tonight, we dine in circus, my friend. And I can’t lie, it feels hauntingly exhilarating to be a part of whatever this is.