I jus wanna say that I am sorry for never fulfilling the 'back' part of the 'brb' bargain; I was goan to, but then I didn. I am sorry!
The secon thing I wanna say is that it's three am and I am weepily emotional over SPN as I am wont to be. Sam is a tall ideal, slouching around, smart an thoughtful an the bes light Dean or John could hold up, and will always be the thing that opens Dean's world to air, in the and he was running toward him, his world entire kind of way. Sam is the reason. And there is a whole universe of life and hurt and love between those two, cataclysms of love, canyons and rivers and skins of it. There is no one more important. And really they are both so hurt and they hurt each other, but only because they love each other so much, and they're friends but not friends and they understand each other even as they don't. They live on their own wavelength. Oh my god their lives are just so hard and horrible and tragic and fucked up, I just want them to be alright. Sam is scared of losing the little he has left, Dean is scared of losing the only things that have ever mattered. They're running out of time, out of air, out of options. I will cry myself into a million pieces if they die at the end of the season, and will cry myself into an equal million pieces if they are happy and squared away (WITH BABIES).
It is really hard, as in to bind your emotional wellbeing to fictional things. I suspect it's so easy for me because I want to avoid binding it to real things.
The secon thing I wanna say is that it's three am and I am weepily emotional over SPN as I am wont to be. Sam is a tall ideal, slouching around, smart an thoughtful an the bes light Dean or John could hold up, and will always be the thing that opens Dean's world to air, in the and he was running toward him, his world entire kind of way. Sam is the reason. And there is a whole universe of life and hurt and love between those two, cataclysms of love, canyons and rivers and skins of it. There is no one more important. And really they are both so hurt and they hurt each other, but only because they love each other so much, and they're friends but not friends and they understand each other even as they don't. They live on their own wavelength. Oh my god their lives are just so hard and horrible and tragic and fucked up, I just want them to be alright. Sam is scared of losing the little he has left, Dean is scared of losing the only things that have ever mattered. They're running out of time, out of air, out of options. I will cry myself into a million pieces if they die at the end of the season, and will cry myself into an equal million pieces if they are happy and squared away (WITH BABIES).
It is really hard, as in to bind your emotional wellbeing to fictional things. I suspect it's so easy for me because I want to avoid binding it to real things.
