Supernatural: Out With the Old In With The New
Once upon a time, in the beginning of season seven, there was this episode. It was about Amy, and how she was a mother who did questionable deeds to keep her child safe and healthy (in fact, one could possibly draw parallels regarding her actions to the actions of our so-called heroes, but lest we forget they are the heroes and can actually do no wrong), and how she was a monster—
and how Dean killed that monster because who knew what she would do in the future, despite her promises not to kill anymore people. Let it also be noted, that Dean let her son live.
And then, fast forward about ten episodes give or take whereupon we stumble upon a leviathan real-estate themed adventure.
There is uh, this one leviathan. Hah. This particular monster presents as a cis-male, while his boss presents as a cis-female. He hates his boss so much. He hates her so much, he wants to eat her. In fact, he hates her so much, he’s willing to betray her to the Winchesters, just so that he can taste her.
Now, unfortunately, the last we see of George, is Sam holding a sword to his neck, even as he is attempting to deal with them. Information for life, quid pro quo, the works.
And you know? We never actually find out what happens to George?
It is absolutely possible that he is still alive. In fact, I find it highly likely that he is still alive, considering most leviathan deaths are accompanied with a lingering shot of a severed head because you know, it’s not like the gross factor gets old fast or anything. Hmmm. But nope, no such shot for George, but man oh man was it there for Joyce (his boss).
That George, a leviathan who was mostly interested in eating his boss because she expected him to be competent at his job (because when men want someone competent, he’s just being efficient, but when a woman wants an underling to be efficient and competent, wow isn’t she just the bitch of the west)—is either a) allowed to live or b) fate left in question —
it’s bantha poo.
it needs to get off my television screen.
that his fate is unresolved—that his death is not certain—that there is an equal chance that he is alive and that he is dead—is gross. Because Amy was never given that second chance, that benefit of the doubt. Nor have any of the other cis!female-presenting monsters who have been killed, such as Dean’s daughter, left with such an ambiguous fate.
Even if people want to say, well they killed those people, surely they killed George—it is problematic as FUCK that George’s death was not shown on screen, or confirmed in the dialogue. That there is a question.
This is gendered, and it is ugly as fuck.
i am very disappointed with the writers involved in this shit-tastic episode. i am very disappointed with the writers who portayed the cis-female presenting characters on this show as either a) victims (every single curse victim shown on screen was a woman doing female-gendered coded things—so stereotypical) or b) monsters.
i am disappointed that the only leviathans who get depth are white male presenting.
I’m tired of talking about this. It’s too gross in my mouth.
George’s ambiguous fate—a leviathan? A LEVIATHAN — compared to other monsters in the show has reached an all new level of gross for me rivaling that of mos eisley space port.
So let’s talk about Winchesters.
How — uh, insensitive Dean is. I’m sorry but when Sam says that he doesn’t want to fucking close his eyes because he’s seeing triggering hallucinations—DON’T TELL HIM TO SLEEP JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
DON’T TELL HIM WOW THAT’S A GOOD SONG WHEN SAM IS CONFIDING THAT HE IS BEING HURT.
SHUT. UP. AND STOP TREATING YOUR BROTHER LIKE A JOKE.
sam’s well being? needs to be stopped treated like a joke by his brother, by the show, by the writers, by the narrative, by everyone.
I don’t understand why the writers are going out of their way to shit on the characters and the fandom/audience.
What the fuck guys?
What. the. fuck.
I miss the old Supernatural.
Back when it was about hunting monsters and exorcising demons. Back when Carry On My Wayward Son would play when it was the season finale. Back when it was all about the Colt and Ruby’s knife. Back when Sam and Dean would drive for hours for a hunt. Heck, back when they did hunts. You know? I think, after the first three seasons, the shift changed from demons and monsters, to angels. I miss the first three seasons.
Well, here we go. 2nd semester begins. I know for a fact that I have grown so much since August and it’s only been 5 months. This semester will include: lots of working out, creating myself, going after what I want, getting straight As, and just doing ME. I am so scared but so excited at the same time. Here’s to change! Out with the old and in with the new :)
Out with the old and the new......?
I’ve realized that I’m gradually opting a lot of my friends from my life. The people that I’ve lost as a friend so far throughout this school year was actually a good thing for me and I think I’m better off this way. I’m happy with the few friends I talk to and i don’t want anymore. It sounds kind of rude when I put it that way, but I don’t mean it in that sense. I don’t have the time and I will not put in the effort for more friends because in the end, they all screw you over. Just my thought for the week..
Being nice is overrated.
Why should I put up with people who don’t appreciate what I do?
Why should I respect people that don’t respect me?
Why should I feel victimized to make myself feel better?
WHY SHOULD I BE NICE TO PEOPLE WHO AREN’T NICE TO ME?
I was taught to treat people the way I want to be treated. This led me to be the nice guy. But society tells me that nice guys finish last. Whoever the person that first said that was right. A great Asian American activist once said “Asian American’s need to stop being so fucking polite!”.
So this is to all the fuckers who told me that I was a loser, weirdo, stupid, small, immature, and said “FAIL!” with all the synonyms in between. My response to that: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I got some sticks and stones too, fucker.