This makes me giggle
Okay. This is not a thinky post. I tried, it became emotional, I tried to curb it, it remained emotional, and then I said to hell with it because I’m not writing about it out of an intellectual interest in Dean’s role as caregiver but because his story has resonated with me emotionally. I’m not going to pretend it’s anything other than what it is. I’m writing from an emotional place in response to attitudes both in-show and in-fandom about just what it means that Dean is both a perpetual caregiver and the emotional POV of the show.
That this post needs a disclaimer is probably not a good sign, but here it is, anyway: I love TFW. Like, very much. Okay? Okay.
BUT: one problem. Not how they love each other, not what they would or wouldn’t do for each other, but how TPTB structures their team dynamic. I get that they love one another to an insane degree; this isn’t about that. I want to talk about how they talk about one another. I want to talk about TFW’s gaze. More specifically, I want to talk about how they talk about Dean. Or, rather, how they don’t.
This is a core meltdown with some pie charts and flames on the side of my face.
"But, I don’t understand-"
"I love you. Most ardently."
Pride and Prejudice aus are my lifeblood.
He said yes.
waaaa don’t look at me
Appreciation for this week’s VFX team.