We got such a beautiful surge of old man chreon art from the requiem release and now when cv comes out we’re going to get so much 1998 chreon and I CANNOT WAIT
Jensen Ackles Said Something Stupid About Destiel aka Jensen Ackles Said Something ANTI Destiel.
Hellers have NO respect for Jensen unless he says something that they can twist into being pro destiel.
Destiel was real, and ultimately intended by roughly half the people writing the scripts. It was not imagined, or in fandom’s head, and it is canonically a core theme within the show
Oh really? Where's the proof of this delusion statement?
Yeah, I'm not waiting for it, take your time heller, because it doesn't exist.
Misha has been clear that he never played Cas as being in love with Dean or being gay until sometime in season 15! He has said this repeatedly. “Destiel was real and fully intended by roughly half the people writing scripts.” Oh, really. Do tell.
I want someone to name all the writers who are on record as having intentionally written Destiel into the show... I'm not holding my breath for this, but the list would be really short, far from half.
Also, the most common read on Dean Winchester would be the general audience one where he was heterosexual. Most people do not get into m/m ships. For those who do, then you could say that Destiel was one of the two popular ships, the other one being Wincest. That has always been the case. And yeah, there are likely more folks who prefer Destiel because the incest thing squicks a lot of people (cowards imo), but Wicest existed first and persists to this day.
But, yeah regardless of all that, please stop asking Jensen about Destiel. He knows who he is and who he played Dean as, and it's not something that needs to be fixed with therapy. And this insistence that he's somehow really in the closet about either Dean or himself is rude af.
I think it's really weird and manipulative how the fandom always assumes he's messed up in the head for not bending over backwards over destiel. People are always very patronizing and condescending towards him whenever he says anything about Destiel, acting like he has some deep psychological issues. Why? Cause he doesn't agree with a take of a character he played as for 15 years? People can care about stuff without it being about some narcissistic ulterior motive.
Yall are so mad that he's not validating your opinions that you can't talk about destiel without making it about Jensens hypothetical therapy bills, and I think that says a lot about you.
me on tumbler explaining why Leon is not married to Clair or Ada but actually Chris and how Zenos significance is due to Wesker being Chris's forbidden toxic workplace situationship enemy ex-lover when I should be studying which royal toilet King James took shit in and how it affected the english literature in 1603:
summary: "Chris... Leon wasn't in good shape the last time he came through. The infection has progressed faster than projected. His vitality data–" Sherry stopped for a fraction of a second. A fraction too long. "His body won't hold much longer."
Chris let out a slow breath through his nose.
Leon Kennedy was a tough son of a bitch and undeniably one of the best field operatives Chris had ever worked alongside. But invincible had never been on that list.
Not back in Raccoon City.
pairing: Leon Kennedy & Chris Redfield (I tend to only write about platonic dynamics, but you can interpret it bothways) Chris Redfield & Rosemary Winters. (Chris is a tired dad but he's doing his best.
genre: hurt/comfort, whump
a/n: I NEED more whump and hurt/comfort from this game, so here I am.
"Rose, you gotta eat something."
"But I don't want to!"
"Rose."
"Chris!"
Rose was a tiny, golden little dictator who, as far as Chris was concerned, hated his guts on principle.
"Okay," he intertwined his hands, leaning his forehead against them. "Okay."
Rose was already fussing, starting that little whine deep in her chest that usually built itself up into a full nuclear meltdown if left unaddressed for more than thirty seconds.
Chris had fought the walking dead, maniac bioterrorists, and the occasional giant tentacle-y equivalent of Cthulhu-the-water-demon, and yet he could not figure out how to get a six-year-old to eat her apple slices.
"Tell you what," He looked up at Rose who was holding back her wailing back like a loaded sawed-off for the right moment. "You eat your food, I'll let you stay up till ten and watch cartoons."
Rose blinked at him. Considered "Till eleven."
"No way."
Her lower lip and little chin started trembling and Chris's heart fell directly into his boxers.
"Okay‐ alright- till ten-thirty, and that's the absolute ceiling, that's my final offer, take it or leave it."
Rose swallowed back her impending breakdown and nodded with uncanny wisedom. "Deal."
A six-year-old had just negotiated bedtime terms with him and walked away with the better end of the agreement.
He really needed to think about retirement.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table and Chris Redfield was once again saved by the bell. Rose went back to levitating her spoon above her plate and ignoring the food on it entirely. Chris chose not to fight that battle right now.
He picked up. "Redfield."
"Chris, it's Sherry."
Sherry.
His mind came up blank for a moment. Too many names, too many missions and people and faces, faces, faces–
"Sherry Birkin?"
"That's right. I'm calling from DSO headquarters."
That can't be good.
"We need your help," a pause, "it's Leon."
Chris's head snapped up.
Leon. Huh. He hasn't heard from Leon in a while.
"What's the situation?"
"He's back in Raccoon City. His comm went offline about forty minutes ago, I haven't been able to ping his location or reach him since." There was typing in the background, fast and anxious. "I'm sending you his last known coordinates. He was sent in to capture Victor Gideon and extract a civilian– Grace Ashcroft, a FBI Intelligence Analyst. Last confirmed position was somewhere in the ARK—"
"The ARK?!"
He said it louder than he meant to and Rose looked up at him from her plate, one already chubby cheek bulging with an apple slice.
"Sherry, that facility is a death trap. BSAA has lost agents just trying to locate the place; our infrastructure data on it is practically nonexistent, the structural integrity alone is—" He stopped. Pinched the bridge of his nose hard. "Why does DSO keep sending him in alone on these missions?"
"He's one of the only field agents we have qualified for operations like this. And honestly?" A small pause. "He's more of a lone-wolf type of guy."
"He's a moron is what he is," Chris said, pulling up his laptop one-handed. "Son of a bitch."
"Bad word!"
Rose had materialized approximately six inches behind his left elbow without making a single sound. She had been doing that lately and she had been strictly policing his vocabulary for approximately three weeks and she was very consistent about it.
"Yeah, yeah." He pulled the phone from his ear for a half-second just to whisper to her gently. "Gimme a break, Rose."
"You have to put money in the jar." She held up one finger, "You owe me a dollar. 's the rules."
There was, in fact, a jar. It was on the kitchen counter. It had a considerable amount of money in it.
He covered the receiver and turned to face her fully. "I'll give you my entire direct deposit if you—" he reconsidered — "go sit down."
"Two dollars!" She held up two fingers instead, beaming.
Chris turned back to the window and stared at the middle distance with the hollow eyes. He had survived many things.
He was not going to survive this kid.
He turned back to the phone. "Sorry about that, Keep talking."
Static crackled softly on the line. "Chris... Leon wasn't in good shape the last time he came through. The infection has progressed faster than projected. His vitality data–" She stopped for a fraction of a second, a fraction too long. "His body won't hold much longer."
Chris let out a slow breath through his nose.
Leon Kennedy was a tough son of a bi– gun. Sarcastically gifted. Undeniably one of the best field operatives Chris had ever worked alongside, which was a list he did not add to lightly. But invincible had never been on that list.
Not back in Raccoon City.
Especially not in Raccoon City, not in a million years and not on a mission he was running with a compromised body and no backup.
He should feel that deep familiar pang of tragedy somewhere between his ribs when Racoon City came up. For a long time, he had. But lately, since BSAA had ramped up operations in that area again, that feeling had curdled into something different. Something sour and sizzling in the back of his throat every time another report came across his desk, every time another thing crawled out of that wound.
Somehow, Raccoon City kept producing new horrors at a rate that wasn't slowing down, wasn't leveling off, showed no signs of doing either.
How many times does a town need to die?
How many times does he need to kill it?
"Chris?" Sherry's voice pulled him back. "You still there?"
"Yeah." He stared at the blinking dot on his screen, Leon's last coordinates, relentless and small and waiting in the middle of a death trap whispering come find me. "Yeah, I'm here."
the most accurate portrayal of siblinghood in supernatural is when dean tells sam “i’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born” and sam goes “what, when you were 4?”
It is very surprising to me that Resident Evil, being the franchise that it is, doesn't have a lot of whump/hurt comfort elements in it (with re4 being a bit of an exception). And I'm not just talking about whimpering noises (those are great tho keep em coming). By all means we should've had at least one scene with Chris Redfield unconscious at a hospital or smth. Please capcom for the love of god, beat the crap out of your male main characters 🙏🏻. I swear I wouldn't think of Leon and Chris as any less masculine if they occasionally bleed on my carpet 🙏🏻
"Nothing is finit! Everything has to end!" Nothing wrong with aging!"
Yes, I'm aware. But my life already sucks plenty and I don't need the reminder of inevitably of death and endless passage of time in my entertainment as well.
Have never met a single "I'm so misunderstood. I'm so alone. I don't have any friends. No one understands me. No one knows me." person who was actually, genuinely pleasant to talk to.
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