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Dean Winchester: *exists* Me : (｡♥‿♥｡)

#loml. boy of all time. #<— prev #we’re with sam on this one #spn #dean winchester

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sam being mary coded & dean being john coded…writing choices were made for sure

#they played us by starting out with dean as john’s good little boy #and sam as the rebellious one #before gradually making the real parallels clear #spn #sam and dean #spn meta

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Ready for the first poll? Let's begin with:

#wincest #bibros #sam and dean #spn #spn polls

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Happy Terry Pratchett Day! 🐢🐘🐘🐘🐘🫓🌎🌌🌌🌌

#gnu terry pratchett

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There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"

#writer resources #writing challenge #fanfic #writing prompt #writers of tumblr #writers of ao3

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So what I’ve learned from the past couple months of being really loud about being a bi woman on Tumblr is: A lot of young/new LGBT+ people on this site do not understand that some of the stuff they’re saying comes across to other LGBT+ people as offensive, aggressive, or threatening. And when they actually find out the history and context, a lot of them go, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I never meant to say that.”

Like, “queer is a slur”: I get the impression that people saying this are like… oh, how I might react if I heard someone refer to all gay men as “f*gs”. Like, “Oh wow, that’s a super loaded word with a bunch of negative freight behind it, are you really sure you want to put that word on people who are still very raw and would be alarmed, upset, or offended if they heard you call them it, no matter what you intended?”

So they’re really surprised when self-described queers respond with a LOT of hostility to what feels like a well-intentioned reminder that some people might not like it. 

That’s because there’s a history of “political lesbians”, like Sheila Jeffreys, who believe that no matter their sexual orientation, women should cut off all social contact with men, who are fundamentally evil, and only date the “correct” sex, which is other women. Political lesbians claim that relationships between women, especially ones that don’t contain lust, are fundamentally pure, good, and  unproblematic. They therefore regard most of the LGBT community with deep suspicion, because its members are either way too into sex, into the wrong kind of sex, into sex with men, are men themselves, or somehow challenge the very definitions of sex and gender. 

When “queer theory” arrived in the 1980s and 1990s as an organized attempt by many diverse LGBT+ people in academia to sit down and talk about the social oppressions they face, political lesbians like Jeffreys attacked it harshly, publishing articles like “The Queer Disappearance of Lesbians”, arguing that because queer theory said it was okay to be a man or stop being a man or want to have sex with a man, it was fundamentally evil and destructive. And this attitude has echoed through the years; many LGBT+ people have experience being harshly criticized by radical feminists because being anything but a cis “gold star lesbian” (another phrase that gives me war flashbacks) was considered patriarchal, oppressive, and basically evil.

And when those arguments happened, “queer” was a good umbrella to shelter under, even when people didn’t know the intricacies of academic queer theory; people who identified as “queer” were more likely to be accepting and understanding, and “queer” was often the only label or community bisexual and nonbinary people didn’t get chased out of. If someone didn’t disagree that people got to call themselves queer, but didn’t want to be called queer themselves, they could just say “I don’t like being called queer” and that was that. Being “queer” was to being LGBT as being a “feminist” was to being a woman; it was opt-in.

But this history isn’t evident when these interactions happen. We don’t sit down and say, “Okay, so forty years ago there was this woman named Sheila, and…” Instead we queers go POP! like pufferfish, instantly on the defensive, a red haze descending over our vision, and bellow, “DO NOT TELL ME WHAT WORDS I CANNOT USE,” because we cannot find a way to say, “This word is so vital and precious to me, I wouldn’t be alive in the same way if I lost it.” And then the people who just pointed out that this word has a history, JEEZ, way to overreact, go away very confused and off-put, because they were just trying to say.

But I’ve found that once this is explained, a lot of people go, “Oh wow, okay, I did NOT mean to insinuate that, I didn’t realize that I was also saying something with a lot of painful freight to it.”

And that? That gives me hope for the future.

#bi and proud #bisexuality #bi erasure #queer history #queer community #queer culture #tumblr culture #lgbtq plus #lgbtqia

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Well, you boys have spent so much time killing monsters, it seems like you haven’t had a chance to celebrate much of anything!

#this was the moment when i suddenly started taking seriously all those tumblr headcanons about neurodivergent dean #bless his little flappy hands #spn #sam and dean

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How many of these people are British? Oxford University’s Wellcome Trust study found that ancient tribal boundaries were still evident in the DNA of modern native British people.

Not only am I from the place I’m from, but over half of my ancestors have been from there since the last Ice Age.

Source.

#like i get op’s point #but some of us have real claims to being indigenous ok #even in europe #ethnicity #history #american centrism #major lol at the habsburg dude

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9x11 First Born

#spn #the suspicious sipping show #spn shitposts

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i will never EVER be over dean saying becky should have asked his permission to marry sam. what are you talking about gorgeous 💗

#answer the question dean #enquiring minds want to know #spn #sam and dean #weirdcest

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#lol #dying #spn #sam and dean #adam winchester #the winchester brothers

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Dean in White ♡ 3/?

#why does it look like they’re about to make use of that bed #spn #sam and dean #wincest

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Stackednatural- 279/327

The Chitters (11x19) April 27th, 2016

#makes me laugh every time #especially with all the references to dean taking drugs #he’s such a flirt #spn #sam and dean

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#spn #spn fanart #sam and dean #gencest

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Sam Winchester Appreciation Week 2024: Day Two - pre canon

I have to go into the family business.

#spn #sam winchester #weechesters #teenchesters

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Dean checking for injuries on Sam. He's in one piece. Right.

Sam letting himself be checked for, watching his big brother with relief. He's there, he made it to save them both.

Their world, however shaken, is there in those arms stretching to each other, in those hands on their limbs.

You're here, brother of mine, everything's allright.

#everything is a mirror to the barn scene #spn #sam and dean #gencest

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Hip against the table, that gets his attention. “Hey.”

Sam looks up from his notes. “Hey?” Quizzical, with his eyes slipping away for a split second to check the clock on the far wall. “I thought you’d come get me at six.”

Dean shrugs one shoulder. “Guy can’t change his mind? It’s a free country.”

That gets him one of those puppy frowns, some frankenemotion of amusement and annoyance, with some suspicion thrown in the mix. “Well, I’m not done.”

Dean is already pulling back a chair, legs scraping over dark grey carpet floors. “That’s cool, I’ll wait.” He sits, chair groaning as Sam shrugs and returns his attention to the book in front of him. Not even a ‘sure, whatever’.

But that’s fine, that’s cool. Dean can wait.

He looks at the wall, watches the clock tick away silently at the next minute. He looks at the carpet floors, wonders how many stains have soaked into the carpet and if any would show up under black light. He looks at the books, tries to guess their topic without moving in closer. He looks at Sam.

The seams of his shirt are pulled tight, crinkling a little. It’s Dean’s, used to be, some vague shade of dark blue that always looked better on Sam. Rolled up, too, the ass, and stretched over his biceps. His forearms are tan and strong, he’s fidgeting with his pen as he reads. The rhythmic click-clack of his pen should be annoying, but it just draws the eye to his long fingers. When Dean flicks his gaze up, it sticks to the shadows under Sam’s collar, the dip between his collar bones. Shoulders, the golden shimmer on his chin where the neon light catches in his afternoon stubble. His Cupid’s bow. The mole on his cheek.

“Hey.”

Hum, no real answer. Sam flips a page, circles something in his tattered spiral notebook.

“Hey.” Dean kicks his chair.

“What?” Annoyed, this time. Sam glances over, long lashes and a furrow between his brows.

But Dean is leaning in already. One hand rests on the table, crinkling paper under his palm. The tip of his nose brushes Sam’s cheek, then he fits their mouths together.

Sam tastes like Sam, like a day at the library, like dusty carpets and the scent of books. Like the aftertaste of coffee, like neon lights and surprise. Dean nips, coaxes. His neck aches, his lower back pulses with pain, but he doesn’t pull back until Sam returns the kiss, until he rests a warm palm on Dean’s cheek and everything tastes like Sam, Sam, Sam. Until the book slips off the table and bounces on the carpet floors. Forgotten.

[i hate your phone, throw it away // I wish it had never even been invented]

#spn #spn fic #ficlet #samdean #wincest