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we’re all talking about misha transforming supernatural, which is good and true, but let’s think about jensen. 26 year old jensen signing to star in a misogynistic horror show about two brothers killing monsters, being told he’s supposed to be the han solo to his co-star’s luke skywalker, being told he’s supposed to play this suave badass macho guy listening to classic rock and driving a big muscle car and flirting with all the women, being told that he’s supposed to be cool and strong and cocky and manly with an unexpected caring side. and he took that caring side and made it a thousand times bigger, he made the character vulnerable and scared and complicated and sweet and dorky and angry and silly and still as badass and strong and cool as he was supposed to. he made his character the emotional core of the show, made him develop complex and tender and touching relationships with other characters–relationships that transformed the very structure of the show, because it’s dean’s relationships with characters other than sam that widened the show to be about more than two brothers and a car. jensen took the show on his shoulders and added all those layers that have made the show into what it is now.
you know, i just can’t get over the chrysler building-sized VOID of dean’s reaction to finding out that his best friend of over a decade is in love with him.
there were words cut off when cas pushed him out of the way; silent sobs; a carefully edited version of events given to sam and jack; drinking himself unconscious; racing up the stairs into what he knew might be a trap; a tender smile at “cas helped.” but never a single fucking word.
like, there isn’t even a no homo. there’s nothing to indicate that dean doesn’t love cas back except a neck-snappingly sharp and unnatural detour from “CAS, you gotta bring him back” and “eh, cas would want us to live our lives.”
dean never got paired with a woman, not that he’s had any love interests in the last nine years anyway. there weren’t any throwaway lines of, like, oh yeah lisa is in your heaven or cassie is in your heaven or anna is in your heaven, any of the women he’s felt for in his life. we have been textually shown that dean wants a life partner, and he never got one aside from cas.
it makes complete and total sense for us to fill in this void with the assertion that dean is in love with cas too (cause c’mon, of course he is), because that is never refuted. they couldn’t refute the assertion that dean returns cas’s feelings, so they had to clap an invisible hand over his mouth. they had to keep him from speaking, because the only possible words that could fill that void are “i love you too.”
if the answer isn’t “i love you too” then why not let him speak?
and you know what pisses me the fuck off, is anyone acting like we’re asking too much for that void to be filled. because if cas was a woman, if this was a straight ship and one half said “i love you” then died, and the man never got to say how he feels about her in return, people would be upset!!! this would never fucking fly in a hetero pairing, because of fucking course the audience wants to know what the answer is.
the absolute silencing of dean winchester is one of the most insulting things about how all this ended.
that is really what makes destiel so top tier, it’s the fact that you’ve got this ultra-powerful cosmic entity and this fairly scary guy who is sweet and Doing His Best but also has a body count that would make a serial killer jealous, and they like, rifle around in each other’s pockets and bitch at each other like a couple from nebraska who have been married since the carter administration
just a reminder to not conserve your love in anticipation for a relationship. build up love for yourself, for the world around you and your little piece in it. share your love every day, by doing things that make you happy, express your love everyday to strangers, family, friends, and animals. don’t keep it inside just waiting for someone to share it with, give it now. you’ll only get more by doing so. i promise, you’ll never have too much.
Also, some of you don’t actually know what enemies to lovers is huh… Where is the clashing of principles? The righteous fury? The gut wrenching guilt of having unwanted affection for someone who is actively trying to destroy everything you’ve worked your entire life to build? The overwhelming anger thrown at the object of your affection to mask your anger for yourself? The reluctant truce brought about by extenuating circumstances? The begruding birth of respect? The creeping realization that you are on the wrong side? The long agonizing journey to redemption? The slow quiet blossoming of a friendship? The underlying current of a desire that has always been there but you have never been in a position to act on before? The fear that your antagonistic history carries too much baggage? The resigned acceptance that a friendship is more than you are even worthy for? A heroic display that solidifies your position as one of the good guys? The epiphany of love and a hint that it might not be so unrequited? The inevitable conclusion??
Honestly, you guys see two people on opposite sides and just skip to the lovers part….
i’m probably never gonna beat dark souls. i’ll be 80 years old, still stuck on the fucking bell gargoyle. i’m just bad at videogames. i’ve accepted that at this point
