#I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I NEED TO WRITE MY NAME FOR
The Dean Winchester meme: (2/6) favorite outfits
↳Blue collar shirt + tie
CAN BOYS EVER WALK UP TO A TRASH CAN AND THROW THINGS AWAY NORMALLY OR IS THAT JUST NOT AN OPTION
no b/c if they get too close they will get sucked into their place of true belonging
To all the writers of the show…
Forever disgusted that they used burning angel wings as the title card, leading the audience on to think this would totally be the season of angels, and then they completely dropped the ball on both the angel and Cas arcs, wasting a whole episode on bestiality jokes while most of the interesting angel shit goes happens offscreen.
They just fucking walked away from the angel story, Cas was human for like five minutes, nothing but bad things happen to him, he learns nothing nice about being human, completely separated from the Winchesters, can’t even get his own grace back (and the showrunner doesn’t even think that’s an issue, any old grace will do).
Forever disgusted that they used Misha’s status as regular to keep us all excitedly watching. It turns out Cas is in as many or LESS episodes than when he was a guest star.
And how did we find out?
A writing student said one of the writers, Buckner (the lovely one who gave us 9x03 and 9x09), said in front of a whole classroom Misha was signed for 11 episodes. Great PR, SPN. Great PR.
Why am I not surprised. It seems to me that quite a few of the writers and producers would like to see Cas go, and they can’t because they’d lose so many viewers on that. Someone made a chart/sheet/anything to see if there are writers/producers who consistently leave Cas out? (Glass?)
If I were Misha, I’d have walked out half a season ago instead of going to waste in a show that doesn’t seem to want him or his character in there.
You know, it’s the last paragraph that hurt the most. If only they had more respect for Misha and his fans…
Please, when did anyone have respect for Misha?
Ever since he came there, people and crew have wanted to cast him out. If he didn’t have such a strong fanbase, and those things we did last year to keep him, nothing would have happened. And you know Singer has been sweating on his neck all that damn time.
I love Jensen and Jared with everything I have, and some of the writers, God bless their heart, but sometimes, I wish they’d just try more on the situation with Mish.
But you know what is the thing that fucking bugs me to no end? It is the fact that all this bullshit happened when Edlund left. He was a strong voice on the final decisions (as a partial director, writer and consulting producer), that he was able to back up the importance of Castiel against the assholes who wished him dead. he did so for 4 seasons.
Everything, and I mean everything, from Jenny Klein’s episode to the god-awful 9x03, was a product of Edlund’s departure.
Because the show, without him, is falling apart.
Maybe people can stop complaining? He wasn’t even supposed to be this far in the first place. It’s really annoying to writers and such when they have a great story line and a character is done but the fans won’t stop pitching bitch fits about it so they have to keep a character on because God forbid they don’t some fans will just cry and bitch and moan until they get what they want. There’s so much shit going on right now in the aftermath of season 8 and they’re doing what they’ve always done actually, a few filler episodes here and there and then some real shit and more fillers. The title card is not misleading. You’re all just stupid and whiny. The season finale will have something big to do with the title card, if you haven’t noticed before.
This show and their writers give the fans just about everything they want, and when they try and take more direction with it, boom, a group of babies start crying and getting angry about it.
At this point I want Castiel’s death the same way I want Daryl’s in the walking dead, because the fans ruin the characters and baby him and cry about anything and everything when they were never really apart of the original/main storyline. And if you can’t handle that, then stop watching it. It’s as simple as that.
What a compelling argument you have made, how logical and rational. Yes, you are right, those poor poor writers, having to deal with fans who really like a character on their show (a character they parade around like an albino king cheetah in a diamond-studded collar whenever they want to hype up the fanbase), who had to gall to watch their show and keep them employed. I mean, how dare we, where do we get off?
And you’re right, they did have so much going on in the aftermath of season 8, you know, with the angels falling and Cas being human. Obviously with all the angels falling/Cas human stuff they had to deal with, they just didn’t have the time to dealing with all the angels falling/Cas human stuff. I mean, they had those pivotal plots about The Wizard of Oz and Gay Yorkies making bestiality jokes and Virgins and Fish Tacos and the 800th heavy-handed Dean/Sam parallel to make. I mean, all that shit was pivotal to what happened in season 8, with the angels falling and Naomi and the tablets and Metatron and Cas losing his Grace and Cas’s missing memories and all that other Season 8 stuff, you are exactly right. How could I not see that?
And you’re right, the show DOES give us just about everything we want. We’ve all been asking for more endless brother angst, and for Cas to be separated from the Winchesters, and for them to get rid of all their side-characters, and for them to retcon John into an adequate father so they can just pretend like Dean is psychologically damaged from his childhood, and for more misogyny and heteronormalization in every single episode (but only heteronormalize Dean and Cas, people like Sam or Kevin don’t need to ever express interest in the female sex). We’ve all been asking them to write the angels as thought they were basically demons, I mean, nobody was asking for more insight into the unique angel history and culture.
Absolutely NOBODY ever asked for a human!Cas slowly learning how to be human alongside the Winchesters, no no, what we wanted was for Dean to kick him out on the streets with no supplies, and for like 90% of Cas’s learning-to-be-human story to happen off-screen, just show us the part where he complains about having to pee. Because it’s not like a character discovering what it is to be human is a great opportunity for storytelling or anything. We’ve all been clamoring for so long for Cas to be coerced into sex by a Reaper possessing a human girl, and for Reapers to suddenly possess the ability to possess people, and for Cas to be the unwilling accomplice is someone else’s rape, and then make jokes about it. Gosh, what we all wanted in Supernatural was MORE normalized rape. I myself wrote a postcard specifically asking for that.
Everybody wanted Kevin dead, that unlovable asshole. SPN has plenty of PoC characters anyway.
And absolutely nobody has ever asked for them to actually pony-up to the queerbaiting that they’ve openly admitted to doing. No no, what we wanted was more bad ‘ho-yay’ jokes. Characters can only be queer if it serves the plot, and we all know it’s ludicrous to think a queer man could stop the apocalypse.
Destiel? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it. Is that French for ‘sorry’? I may not know what that is, but I certainly know no fans have been asking for that, no sir, not a one. Cause if they did, obviously these writers would give it to them, they give the fans just about everything they want, after all.
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1 hour speedpaint; aka why the hell did I start to draw at 11pm
AU - Hellhound On My Trail
└ Sherlock made a cross roads deal. But what for?
um how about NO
SOMEONE NEEDS TO FIC THIS NOW
He’d been twenty-seven years old, on his own, addicted to cocaine, and with a family that so obviously didn’t care. That’s what it seemed like to him anyway. Of course from his perch, Mycroft always had his eye on baby brother, but not enough to stop his downward spiral it seemed.
The streets of London weren’t kind to lanky malnourished addicts whose hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in ages. If only they knew the brilliant mind that hid beneath that mess of greasy curls. Perhaps they’d have been less keen to throw sneers his way. Or perhaps they would anyway, no one would really know. Because, with a drag to his feet and slump to his shoulders, Sherlock Holmes stumbled on an old cross-section of alleys in the backways of London. Trash littered the ground in scattered piles and a deafening silence permeated the area, as if something had blocked it from the traffic just a street over.
Straight in the middle of the section of alleys, the haggard young man collapsed onto his hands and knees, a broken sound escaping him. How soon ago it was that he’d been cocky and bright-eyed and smug about what his brain could do. And now here he was, starved and hopeless and alone.
From thin air, the hollow clicks of heels echoed through the small square, coming to stand in front of Sherlock. With tired eyes, the man looked up, lines showing in his bony face. The woman in front of him stood strong and powerful, a hand on her hip, features sharp and eyes that smoldered. There was an air about her that, were any around, would have people diving for cover. “Looks like someone needs a pick me up.” Her voice had the effect of honey whiskey. Sherlock’s head bowed again, as if his neck were unable to support it any longer, so the woman crouched and lifted his chin with two fingers. “What do you want?” The question was seductive and dangerous and coaxing.
There were tears in Sherlock’s glassy eyes. “For someone to care,” came the broken reply. The smirk that flitted across the woman’s lips resembled a viper.
She leaned in to his ear. “Ten years. Then I come for that tortured little soul. Deal?” The whisper licked at Sherlock’s ear, pulled him. With a desperation that could make a nun weep, he nodded.
After a kiss, the woman disappeared, Sherlock collapsed into a pile on the floor, unable to hold himself up any longer as his limbs continued to shake. It was on this route that not too long later, police officer Gregory Lestrade found an addict with a mind sharper than a knife and got him clean
Sherlock had thought that was his deal
Four years later, he met Marie Hudson, an older woman who had a husband with violent tendencies and a disposition for shouting. A spark of compassion gave Sherlock the fuel to make sure he never laid a hand on her again.
Sherlock thought this was his deal.
Six years after that, Sherlock met John Watson… the most brilliant man that had ever crossed his path. The only one that could possibly ever understand.
One day John had caught him smiling and asked why. Sherlock’s simple reply had been, “Of course it’s you.” John hadn’t understood.
So when Dean asked him what the deal had been, Sherlock merely shook his head.
”It doesn’t matter now. I got what I wanted. I’m ready..”
What’s anatomy. What’s color theory. What’s sleep. Idk.
Also omfg thank you all for liking my last drawing so much I’m ?????? <3 That’s the most notes I’ve ever gotten and I’m just wow, I can’t even compete with myself haha