Sam was raised the exact same way as Dean with the exact same shitty parent and yet he has some tact and compassion.
Saw this quote on a post, expressing something I’ve seen before about the differences between Sam and Dean, which (putting aside the suggestion that Dean has no compassion, which, bwuh?) is missing a major point about their respective upbringings.
Yes, Sam & Dean were both raised by John, but they had quite different childhoods. Case in point, compare the flashbacks in “Something Wicked” (with nine-year-old Dean) with “Just My Imagination” (with nine-year-old Sam.)
Sam, at nine, is being left alone in a cheap motel room. He has to feed himself and entertain himself. (He happens to get some help with that thanks to a friendly Zanna, but John had no way of knowing this.) Sam does get calls from Dean checking on how he’s doing, but even so, he’s NINE – it’s a clear case of neglect and it’s terrible. It also sets firm personality traits in Sam – primarily, that he learns he is responsible for seeking his own happiness (though his brother will try to support him in it, doing what he can to help Sam get what he wants.)
Dean, at nine, is being left alone in an even cheaper motel room. He has to feed himself, but before that he has to feed and entertain his five-year-old brother. He gets no supernatural help and no regular check-in calls, that we see. He tries to entertain himself, but an innocuous pastime as going to an arcade nearly gets Sam killed. Dean learns that he is responsible for someone else’s life, and that seeking his own happiness is not only inconsequential but actively harmful, that it lets down the people he loves.
This is not to say that Sam wasn’t neglected or that his childhood wasn’t terrible. He most definitely was, and it was. But if Sam is better adjusted than Dean, if Sam is better at showing tact and compassion, it’s not solely because he’s a naturally better person than Dean; it’s because Dean is a better parental figure than John is.
my bitter, shriveled little heart grows at LEAST three sizes every time I see an allo person say that a-spec people inherently belong in the LGBT+ community, so hey, if you were wondering how to make your local a-spec folks happy this Pride Month…well, that’s one thing you can do 😘
The reason that Dale Pike’s poem “The Deeper Well” is tagged “Labyrinth” is for this:
“The paths are unkempt
arrows flipped; markers pried
one always tells the truth
one always lies”
The creatures in the Labyrinth change the marks Sarah has made in her attempts to move through it so she stays lost. I have to digress here into the issue of how Jareth, the Goblin King, claims he did everything for Sarah’s benefit, stole Toby away from her, made her solve the Labyrinth, played his role as her adversary because that’s what SHE expected of him, and meanwhile from her POV she’s been confused and lost and solving puzzles, and she HATES it?! And in the end he tells her “Everything I’ve done I’ve done for you”
like I just can’t think of a thing that is more us right now, ok an ARG sounded exciting, but now we are lost and frustrated, we don’t know what puzzles to solve and what is real and what isn’t, or even if the whole entire thing is just an illusion?
but if the solution is to realize “you have no power over me” I don’t even know what that means yet
Anyway “one always tells the truth one always lies” - she comes to a pair of doors with sentient knockers, she has to choose a door, a path. One knocker always tells the truth, one always lies. She chooses the WRONG DOOR and falls into the oubliette. It’s a dungeon cell that can only be accessed through a door in the ceiling, a place where you put people and forget about them. A deep well.
This is, if you think about it, also where S ends up at the end of the Dale Pike fic “The Players”. He falls down a hole into nothingness, into a room you can only exit through a ceiling, an oubliette. I’m a little lost again here but if we take the Labyrinth reference as a clue this seems to be pointing towards John making the wrong choice by shoving him through the trapdoor; I just don’t know what the Right Choice would be in this context.
Also at the end of TFP, when Sherlock passes out at the prison and wakes up back at his burnt-out house, we see him falling into black nothingness (ooze), followed by an overhead shot of him lying on the table, like he’s fallen into the room. Which has no doors. This could also be a reference to an oubliette. (Which is evidence for Dale Pike being some kind of Someone, since apparently the poem was written a year ago, (have people really checked all the dates out?) and I don’t really believe all this, except… I’m just pointing out evidence here.). In this case, though, the room is an illusion that Sherlock can just walk out of? (No idea how this ties in yet.).
With reference to the Skull on twitter and tweeting George Takei … I think most people have the sense not to do this anyway because it’s a Bad Idea, but if you want an ARG-related reason just to quiet the voices in your head a little, the solution to the Labyrinth is “you have no power over me” and the Skull was literally trying to offer us power. That was supposedly the solution to the riddle, right, power? (I already wondered if he was just lying and now I suspect he might be the one who always lies). He has no power over us and no power to give us. This is the Wrong Path.
In short, I’ve spent most of the past week wondering if I was going to give up and delete, log out, go inactive for a year or so, but I still can’t get away from the game? And does anyone know where I can watch Labyrinth online it’s been a while and I’m suddenly very very interested.
Here are my summer goals to achieve before I go back to college in case anyone cared (they don’t):
1- get my splits down
2-practice belt because I’m home alone most days and can scream all I want
3-be able to take pictures of my ugly self without stupid filters
Quick message to everyone who has requested to be on a taglist:
If you’ve requested to be on someone’s taglist on tumblr and then decided to change your username at some point after, can you please shoot that person (or people if you’ve asked to join several) an ask/message alerting them of the change?????
I’m bringing this up because I’ve noticed that several names on my lists that I could tag don’t work anymore. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m a worrier. Not knowing if the person just changed urls or if they just left the site all together does bring a thread of worry to my mind and I find myself thinking “What happened to them??”
There’s nothing wrong with changing usernames on here (I’ve done it before a few times), but not everyone gets the memo or even notices right away that it was changed. Looking at icons doesn’t help much since those usually get changed in the process and we don’t usually follow every person on our taglists. Not to mention that this site is finicky when it comes to tagging.
So if you could please just spare a quick moment to send us an ask or message alerting us to the change (what your username was to what it is now) we would strongly appreciate it ♥
Branwen Weaver was trying to
reach her lawyer pending an unfortunate accident with the back of someone
else’s mini-SUV. Not that she’d MEANT to hit the stupid thing, discounting the
awful parking job and crowded lot she’d been trying to work around at the time…
Not to mention the unnerving presence of a man she had very reluctantly kept in
her life after turning eighteen.
Didn’t help that the man was
her biological father- and from her biological mother, who she was stuck living
near at the time, lowkey pestered her to keep in touch with the man. Her own
sense of guilt wouldn’t let up after what her Dad said was a bungled use of
sleeping pills- and what most other people assumed to be a botched suicide,
considering he’d been more down than normal lately. Especially, again, after
his own mother died- which Branwen had been stuffing away the implications of
on her own heart in favor of dealing with her parental fallout at the time.
All in all, Branwen was a
person who had a habit of taking on looking after other people’s emotional
health and her own usually suffered in the process.
She leaned back against the plush
couch arm, shutting her eyes for a long minute as she plopped her smartphone
onto her own face. After a long moment of gathering her wits and what shreds of
her fuse could be found, the young brunette tapped out the lawyer’s phone again
and attempted to kick out the paranoia her mother had already infected her with
in regard to the court-appointed lawyer’s quality. Her mother was excellent at
doing that, even if Branwen had snapped at her over it more than once.
“Hello? Is this Bryce Miller’s
She knew something was off
right away- static was her only answer on the other end. Popping up from her second-hand
loveseat, Branwen zipped right out of her apartment and onto the metal stairs.
Clomping down them and heading a short distance into the parking lot usually
improved the reception- for some damned reason, her small but respectable apartment
had an unfortunate habit of being a phone reception black hole.
The static didn’t resolve into
anything, and Branwen was about to hop in her car. If the deadzone around her
apartment had somehow spread, she swore-
Branwen didn’t get to finish
that thought as she finally heard someone over the phone. A slightly accented
someone, but a person nonetheless as the static cleared somewhat.
“No. P-please, don’t hang up…”
Branwen frowned worriedly. She
may have stumbled onto a wrong number, but… the guy (?) on the other end
sounded genuinely distressed.
“Alright, I won’t. What’s
“I… haf a question…”
The tone was so hesitant
Branwen’s heart went out to the guy. Maybe he was depressed and really needing
someone to talk to- the idea of preventing someone else from doing something
drastic soothed some sore, private place in her own heart.
“Alright, go for it.”
It took a minute or two of
increased static before he answered.
“… Why…. Are humans frightened…
of those with no faces?”
Branwen blinked. Well… The speaker
on the other end of the line sounded like he wasn’t… She had read enough on Fae
stories to know where this was going if it wasn’t some stupid prank. Either way…
Branwen would have to answer carefully.
“I… think humans are
frightened of those with no faces because… faces are how we recognize feelings
in others,” Branwen said slowly.
“Feelings?” Static increased.
Branwen continued anyway.
“Those with no faces… It’s harder
to know how they feel, you know? Or know where to focus on when we’re talking
to them. Do we not look at you, and possibly offend you? Do we just try to grin
and bear looking at a blank canvas where there’s supposed to be features?
Humans… creatures like humans, well… We’re frightened of the unknown by nature.
Skittish creatures that we are. Some of us are, by contrast, drawn to the
unknown and odd… But not all of us. The great majority fear the strange and
“Ahhhhh….” That sound was
static-riddled, but it sounded like some strange creature breathing out a sigh
that held tinges of relief.
“You’re…the first one to
answer me…straight…you know…”
“Funny, since straight’s the
one thing I’m not,” Branwen joked, chuckling a little. Lightening the mood
seemed a priority as it had gotten rather heavy for a while there. She moves
about a little- short circuits of the sidewalk, smiling a tiny bit to herself.
Raspy laughter came over the
line. It seemed like her conversation partner hadn’t laughed- this hard at
least- in a long time. Branwen grinned, preening a little that her odd new acquaintance
had laughed because of her.
“I…must go now… But… Thank
you,” the other said. He sounded genuinely sincere from what Branwen heard.
“Welcome. Don’t do anything
dumb, okay? There’s always people out there who love ya,” Branwen said, grin
becoming a smile.
With a yip, Branwen nearly
dropped her phone as the staticy sounds increased to nearly unbearable levels.
When she was able to put her phone to her ear again, she realized she’d been
hung up on. The mixed feelings that evoked were quickly put away as Branwen
headed up the stairs. Odd new acquaintance or not, she still needed to talk to
her lawyer- and she could still try it from inside, reception suck apartment or
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Creepypasta comics have taken over my life. Send help- I’ve already made an OC. Yes, she’s going to be a CreepyPasta eventually. You’re just seeing her first interaction with a Creepypasta in general.
Okay, this edit needed to be done. I’m sorry I forgot it the first time. Pshattuckproductions on YouTube has a video that kicked this whole ficlet idea off. It’s called “you just don’t exists”, and I wanted to write a different version of that call.
If people could please tag their Sherlock posts (especially edits/gifsets/art), that would be awesome? I don’t want to unfollow anyone, I really appreciate everyone who’s still around but I can’t look at Sherlock content anymore. Any tag works, I have pretty much everything blacklisted, but just, something. Please? :s