strangulation cw


favourite female villainsjamie moriarty (elementary)

 ’My first instinct was to kill you. Quietly. Discreetly. But then, the more I learned about you, the more curious I became. Here, at last, seemed to be a mind that… that rivaled my own, something too complicated and too beautiful to destroy… at least without further analysis.


Top 20 Characters (as voted by my followers) → #01: Scott Mccall

“We’re here to save a life, not end one.”

okay i’m sorry but i’m still really bothered [x]

And let’s not forget that when Sam realized what he was doing he stopped. Not that he was right to be choking Dean in the first place, but he came to his senses when he’d ensured that Dean couldn’t hurt him anymore and stopped before he could permanently harm him.  And then he left. This is a stark contrast to all the times Dean has hit Sam or harmed Sam.

And this in no way shape or form endangered Dean’s soul or autonomy.  Dean didn’t have to try to prevent Sam from doing what he needed to do here.  When Dean tricked Sam into giving himself over to Gadreel, he helped an angel to completely take control over Sam’s mind, body and soul.  Not the same thing at all.  

literally all of this is horrible i don’t have an intelligent response

“…when he ensured dean couldn’t hurt him anymore” uh well sam threw the first punch and dean was on the ground and it didn’t look like he was gonna get right up like okay sure pin this on dean why not.

i think it’s truly terrible that people can practically excuse violence with “well there’s no permanent harm”

and are you referencing the gadreel stuff to make the choking seem ~not that bad~ because wow. WOW.

It takes 7 minutes to choke someone to death. Sam and Dean, both trained in hand-to-hand combat, undoubtedly know that. This scene was fucked up in more ways than one but Sam didn’t come close to killing Dean and Dean knows that too.

are you listening to yourself

you’re essentially saying that sam strangling dean wasn’t a big deal because it was only for a few seconds

that’s really fucking gross

There’s a paralysing fear of creating rooted inside of me. A fear that makes me sit in front of my computer without moving for an hour, keeps me up at night, like a noose around my neck, but in the end creates nothing. It’s been hiding behind a façade of perfectionism when it is just cowardice. “If you never pick it up, you’ll never fail it.” It’s crap.

I want to stop being a coward. But right now I am still a bit scared.