Am I the only one who masochistically wants to see Kala the one put in some sort of mild peril so that Wolfie flips his lid and breaks out all hell just to save her? We haven't really seen Wolfgang break his cool demeanor, even when Felix was almost killed. I want some angsty Wolfgang emotion dammit! And for the couple of times where Kala has been in some iffy situations, Wolfgang hasn't shown up. (Like I was surprised when she got caught in the religious protests, he didn't show up...)
I mean, on the one hand I would die to see Wolfgang’s face when he realized Kala was in danger. After everything they’ve had to go through to be together, after finally
giving up on trying to push her away and instead letting himself love someone wholeheartedly, Wolfgang would be a fucking unstoppable force to protect Kala. He would stop at nothing on this Earth if it meant Kala would be safe.
But on the other hand one of the beautiful things about their relationship is that they don’t fall on the trope of the white male savior saving the poor WOC damsel in distress, subverting it instead so that she is the one to save him from himself and other very real dangers that threaten him.
BUT on the other hand, ignoring the fact that there are too many hands, one of the great things about Sense8 is the fact that there’s no token minority character; there’s enough true diversity in this show that it can really push boundaries without making some huge yet subliminal statement on race or gender or sexuality or what have you. What I mean, for example, is that when you have enough women, you can have nerdy women (Nomi, Kala), you can have broken women (Riley), you can have evil women (Lila), you can have physically strong women (Sun), you can have physical assault-surviving women (Dani), you can have motherly women (Capheus’ mom, Riley), you can have morally grey women (Angelica)… You can have whatever you want without it being a statement on what women are, because what they decide to do with one female character is not what they do with 100% of their female characters because they have more than one. And that principle applies to all sorts of characteristics, like sexuality, race, etc.
Which is my rambly way of saying that the show allows for enough complexity for every single one of their characters that they don’t have to be reduced to a few of their traits, meaning putting Wolfgang and Kala in this position wouldn’t just be the white savior and the weak WOC who needs to be rescued. They’re fully fleshed out characters that go beyond what adds to their diversity and I personally wouldn’t have a problem with it happening (though I’m sure there’s many people who would take it at face value and complain anyway)
WOW this went way harder than it needed to lol enjoy
We need a damn "Dean, I still love you no matter what color your eyes are" sort of ficlet or something. Dean's so upset because he didn't want this, didn't want to be the monster he chased. He thought he could be saved but he can't. Then Sammy helps
“If I was a monster before all this, I’ve really done it now.”
“No, Sam, it’s true.” He gesture down to himself, blinking as his eyes become all black. “Look at me. Look at me, dammit! I’m no better than the things we hunt! How long until…” He shudders.
“Until?” Sam prompts. He’s still high on the fact Dean is alive and here with him Dean could be a damn puppy for all he cares because he’s here and Sam has never been happier.
“Until I get so damn twisted and dark that I start hurting you, huh?” Dean asks, covering his face. “I never asked for this.”
“Dean.” Sam says sharply. “I don’t care if you became the damn king of hell, okay? If you were satan himself. Look at me.” Dean doesn’t look, so Sam says it again, and this time, Dean’s eyes flicked to his little brother. “Would you ever hurt me?”
“Sam, I’m not me anymore—”
“Would you?” Sam persists, completely confident.
Dean looks pained, before caving. Sam knows the idea of hurting him makes Dean sick. “No, Sam, of course not, but it doesn’t change the fact that other people around me are still in danger.”
“You think I’m just going to sit back and let you become some killing machine?” Sam scoffs. “You helped me when I had a demon blood obsession, and so now….” He shrugs. “I’m gonna help you, okay? We’re gonna work through this together.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
“Well, I am, because I’m your brother and I love you.” Sam says. “No matter what color your eyes are.”
Dean’s eyes—in their green color—flicker to Sam as though that once sentence meant the world to him. Maybe it did. Sam had to admit that while he often said the wrong things a lot, he also knew the words that would soothe Dean the most.
His voice gets soft. “Thanks, Sammy.” He whispers, hugging Sam tight, his body holding on for dear life. “Thanks.”