#twig is plural

[xoxotwig]

The Garden (system term)

The Garden is a Headspace Location term which refers to the area in headspace where headmates initially form . In a system that has a garden, when a special interest(s) // hyperfixation(s) becomes especially prevelant, a seed is planted in the garden . The greater the interest, the more the seed thrives and grows . As time goes on, these seeds will grow into plants . When a split or formation occurs, the plant blooms at that exact point, and the new headmate is brought into full formation . Some plants may never bloom, while others may grow rapidly, being planted one hour and brought into full bloom the next -- it depends upon the system . A system may have a headmate who tends to the garden to keep it in check -- this headmate may be called a gardener or gardenkeeper . The gardener may prevent plants from growing too quickly, thus quelling rapid headmate formation . The gardener will also tend to the already bloomed plants and keep them healthy, as these directly affect the status of each headmate and vice versa . If the system lacks a gardener, it's possible that headmates will form at overwhelming speeds, especially if one is neurodivergent + very attached to their special interests // hyperfixations . Without a gardener, headspace may experience a sort of innerworld earthquake (which may be referred to as a seedquake or gardenquake) as half-formed headmates struggle to make their way up and out of the ground of the garden . When a system is experiencing heightened emotional levels, whether positive or negative, this can potentially act as a a sort of speed-up for sprouts, or even seeds that haven't broken the surface yet . This is referred to as emo-bonemeal, or emotion bonemeal, due to how it causes the plants to thrive . Terms that may be used by Garden Systems: ☆ n. seed -- the first hint of a headmate forming; an interest planted into the garden ☆ n. seedling // sprout -- may be used to describe the growing seed, or as an endearment for newly-formed headmates ☆ n. bloom -- may be used in reference to a fully formed headmate's plant ☆ n. gardener // gardenkeeper (role) -- a headmate or headmates who tend to the garden; such as keeping plants from growing too fast, keeping soil soft and tender so as to prevent seedquakes, maintaining blooms, etc. ☆ n. gardenquake // seedquake -- when a seedling headmate is struggling to grow, or is about to form, thus causing sort of earthquakes within the innerworld ☆ v. bloomed -- an alternative to the term "formed" ☆ n. emo-bonemeal // emotion bonemeal -- heightened emotional levels causing plant growth at potentially alarming rates THIS IS NOT FINISHED i'm just too tired rn xd

[xoxotwig]

erm ,,, technically ? there's- dormancy, for sure, but totally being gone ? i know abt integration, but the concept of alter just being- gone- is fuzzy, and varies from system to system, i think

Questions to those of my friends, mutuales or by passers who are systems;

Is it possible to somehow ‘delete’ or remove alters from existence? I’m just curious and one of my friends asked.

[lunar-solstice-plur]

A longer comic this time! Uhm, you might be getting an announcement from us sometime soon that may not be very good news? But maybe not haha. Let's not think about that right now. For now, just enjoy this comic pls lol.

[egophiliac]

I always though Mal's mom was meant to be like "Eleanor" but they stuck an M at the start honestly, Sobbing Emoji. But "Maleanor" also makes me feel less insane since in that scene where she's just handed egg Malleus to Lilia and went to battle, it sounds more like Lilia is saying "Maleanor" than "Meleanor" (Japanese accent pending). Mayhaps they went more with what it sounded like the characters were saying :0 (we don't talk about Doodle Suit to Paint The Roses)

the transliteration of her name is Marenoa (マレノア), which is what all the voice lines are saying! all the Draconias' names start with マレ (Malleus' grandma is Maleficia/マレフィシア) as a nod to Maleficent. :D it's almost certainly a take on Eleanor, which is Erenoa (エレノア), but her name is written in English at a couple points, and I was pretty surprised to see it was Mel instead of Mal!

and, like, that's fine, it wouldn't be first Twst romanization that's tripped me up (like Keito for Cater, I know that's something to do with the loanword specific to playing cards(?) but it's just not how my brain wants to read it). but now Eng has given us Maleanor! and someone else said it was spelled inconsistently between Maleanor and Maeleanor??????? so WHO KNOWS it's a SPELLING FREE-FOR-ALL

I AM torn on which I want to use, because Mel just sounds so cute to me (and is what I'm used to now), but...the Mal consistency is kinda too good to pass up. alas, alas, truly these are the most difficult conundrums of our times. 😔

[il3x]

WHEN MY HEAD BEGINS TO FALL APART-

I KILL MY BRAIN AND TRUST MY HEART!

i heard you lot liked twigs :>

[cyclical-polyp]

This is a post about Sylvester Lambsbridge from Web Serial Twig by Wildbow. He's Plural Btw.

(Warning: Major Spoilers for LITERALLY ALL of Twig. I can't talk about this without covering the entire story and talking very explicitly about the ending.) This is really a take I haven't seen anyone make about him ever before I don't think (not that many people are out here making takes about Sy, but) so here I am to loudly shout to twigblr that Sylvester Lambsbridge is plural and he makes factives of all the people important to him and he's a fucked up little freak about it. Now obviously Wildbow didn't write him to be plural. I think if he'd *tried* to write Sy that way he would've done a dogshit bad awful job, because he's Wildbow. That said, Sy's hallucinations of the Lambs (and later a number of other notable figures) that he conjures, who act with varying degrees of independence (especially later on in the story as he gets more unstable), match pretty closely with a lot of my experiences with being plural. The ways that each of his alters are interconnected and how they're tied into deep-rooted concepts (Duncan is Politics and Social Engineering, the Infante representing Power, etc) matches a lot with how things are structured with us. Also a lot of him is tied up in his fucked up relationships! Sylvester cultivates the people around him into the shapes that best please him. He does this because he is a very very traumatized, scared individual who was sold to or seized by the government and made into a child assassin when he was a toddler. They inject his brain full of neuroplasticity drugs which cause excruciating agony on the regular. This has, naturally, leads to him having an somewhat skewed worldview from someone from a more reasonable world. He views people as either Threats or Allies, and neither can be trusted fully, ever. Both can be manipulated, though for different purposes. For the Lambs of course he'd say that he was trying to help them thrive, help them get everything they want (and genuinely he does). But he still manipulates them actively, willingly, consciously, and deliberately. This means that fundamentally, no one can ever trust him (except Jessie but this post is long enough without getting into their relationship) and so he can't get the kind of human connection that he craves. This is where his alters supplement that human need for connection. All of Sy's alters are factives of real people (and monsters), both allies and enemies. The most powerful and concrete of them are the Lambs of course, as they're the closest thing he has to people he can trust and be vulnerable with. His alters serve to help him understand and predict them, since they will never trust him and open up to him in the way he craves (because A) he's Sy and B) they're all also sooooooooooooooo fucked up in their own ways :3). Sy's deteriorating memory also fits really really well through this lens because, well, dissociative amnesia! During the time that he was on his own and his mental state got worse and worse, more and more alters started forming. He starts losing more and more memories. This is just kinda stuff that can happen when you go through a big period of trauma and you're plural. It really just Fits. And the ending of Twig, well. The alter that was Sylvester is gone. Now the host is Lord Simon. Lord Simon is a somewhat more integrated person; a lot of the crowds and voices that built up alongside Sylvester got woven in. Fusion of alters is also a thing that happens, especially during big crises. A major headspace restructuring is also not particularly weird! This man is literally just part of a system. I think I've kind of finished what I was trying to say. No clue if this is coherent or if the people will care to read it, but here it is! Maybe I'll post more Twig thoughts in the future, who knows :3

[homoeroticjunoincident]

15: Harmony

How (and why) Soul enforces the right view.

[fenmere]

Twig, by Wildbow, is the first story we have ever read where the hero is a taumagenic DID system who wins the day, comes out ahead and gets everything they hoped for, and does it by using their strengths as a system, and not by seaking final fusion at the end.

It also subverts the evil alter trope.

CN: Everything

We think that this story would be cathartic to read for most systems, taumagenic or otherwise. But, if you have a trigger, it's probably in there, so steal yourselves for it and take your time. It ends well, and could be a means of exposure therapy, but don't push yourselves too hard for it.

Just know, it's been written and people have read it and it has a fandom. The real good ending is in the epilogues. Hold out your faith for them.

[adreamfromnevermore]

Love the slight AUs where Bruce as Batman has been a member of the league for ages, but he's somehow managed to keep his assortment of children under the radar.

Because it sets up the wildest misunderstandings within the league. He routinely talks about his babies, his children who are all so sweet and kind and occasionally assholes yes but only because they are young (and traumatized) hell I don't think the league would even be aware that they're adopted. So they're all thinking literal children

Barry: Bats really loves his kids.

Hal: I mean they're babies, wait till they hit the angsty teens and I'm sure we'll be hearing the opposite

Which means the day they finally meet Nightwing they don't know wtf to think. For one thing, how old would he have been when he had this kid???? Should they be worried about that???? And for the other, that is not a baby, that is not a precious little thing.

He could break someone in half. Like a twig.

He won't, but he could. And they can see that. (He's bat trained, they have seen what the bat can do they are not fools)

And they're like, okay. Okay maybe he isn't the baby (he is). He's got younger kids right? He's never said how many, they have 0 clues. They've been expecting 1 child, maybe 2 because he'd said kid in the plural exactly once when comforting an older woman while they were searching for her children in the aftermath of a rough battle.

And then a week later they run into Red Hood. In his leather, with his guns. And he drapes himself across Batmans back with all the self confidence in the world and starts whining about the "Brat" breaking into his safe house.

To steal his dog.

And yet again. He is not baby. He is bigger than Batman. He could probably break Batman in half given the bat didn't put up a fight. But Batman looks at him with probably the softest expression they've ever seen on that mans face and tells him very earnestly that the kid just wants to spend time with his older brother, next time they should try a walk. Maybe go to the zoo.

But probably not one of the babies. They're kind, and gentle, and at least one just loves reading and Bats has been trying to encourage that!!!

And then a day later he mentions his "babies" going for a walk in the park and they all instantaneously lose their minds at the confirmation.

[devilsgrins]

so about marik and souls...

whether you believe in them or not, the modern idea of a "soul" is typically a single, whole Thing attached to each individual person. right? and for the most part, yugioh doesn't really contest this idea. it's pretty clear that bakura is a single, whole soul attached to the millennium ring, and the same can be said for yami yugi and the millennium puzzle. bakura and ryou are two different souls inhabiting the same body, and yami yugi and yugi are two different souls inhabiting the same body.

however... marik is an anomaly.

it's pretty clear through context clues that he has some kind of dissociative disorder, probably DID, and that yami marik is an alter as opposed to a discrete soul inhabiting marik's body. but for the most part, canon treats them exactly the same as yami yugi/yugi or bakura/ryou (see yami marik and yami yugi's climatic duel during battle city).

and to this i say: what the fuck? is the implication here that dissociative alters have distinct souls from each other? how the fuck does that work? usually one soul = one person, but dissociative alters are not literal whole, separate people—while they may have distinct identities, personalities, appearances, etc., they are ultimately all parts of a whole. DID is also, crucially, a very real mental disorder that has nothing to do with the soul, which is a philosophical concept. what the hell is yugioh saying here?

i've spent a lot of time thinking about this. a lot of time googling. a lot of time in a conversation that led to me positing the question "can you create a soul from nothing?"

you can probably tell all that. and i think i might have reached a solution.

so it turns out that ancient egyptians did not conceive of the soul as one singular entity like many people in the modern day. they believed that the soul had multiple aspects to it. and given that the egyptian gods are literally, actually real in the yugioh universe (see rishid getting smited for playing a fake god card, and also duat just... existing at all), i think it's fair to assume that souls having separate parts to them could also be very plausibly canon.

so, with the aid of ancientegyptonline.co.uk and egyptfwd.org, i have constructed this very professional-looking diagram:

so, basically, marik (the host) and yami marik (his alter) share the khat and ka, but have differing and distinct ren, ba, ib, and shuyet. you can survive without any one of the branches (see atem surviving without his name or memories), but not without all of them or without the trunk, and you cannot exist within the physical world without the roots. when yami marik was trying to destroy marik's soul, he was specifically trying to nuke his ren/ba/ib/shuyet out of existence and replace it fully with his own. and when marik was reaching out to ishizu through anzu, the part of his soul that was inside her body was just a twig off of one of the branches, or even one twig from each branch. this also agrees with what bakura did to get inside the millennium puzzle—he used one twig from each of the branches, and a little bit of the trunk.

(it's important to note that this is not meant to be a historically accurate representation of what the ancient egyptians believed the soul to be, just one inspired by their beliefs that also fits within YGO's canon.)

this... this satisfies me! it's not perfect but i think it's as close as i'm going to get to explaining how plurality works in a universe where souls are literally real and impact the plot at every turn. i hope this satisfies you too (or at least was interesting to read)! i'd love to hear your thoughts 😊

[xoxotwig]

REPULSOURCTiVE AND TRAUREPULSOURCTiVE !!

@ ,,, REPULSOURCTiVE !! : a system headmate term used to describe a fictive introject who is repulsed by being associated with their source, while still being very connected to it .

@ ,,, TRAUREPULSOURCTiVE !! : a system headmate term used to describe a fictive introject who is repulsed and possibly triggered by being associated with their source due to in-source trauma, while still being very connected to it .

PSSTTT ,,, COLOR REASONING !!!!!!!!!

red = repulsion

green = disgust

indigo = past

blue = source

black = separation

grey = trauma

[henghost]

Twig Liveblog for Arc 20 + Epilogue

i finally did it! after over a year of slogging through ball-stabbing battles, i have finished reading wildbow's "twig." in the future i'm gonna write a goodreads-review-style overview of my take on the whole thing; this post will merely focus on the final arc and epilogue.

i basically think it was the worst arc of all time because the infante lost.

but seriously: the first half of the arc, despite the presence of the infante and the striking landship imagery, was quite boring, more ball-stabbing, etc. not to mention kind of an anti-climax--the infante falls too easily, too tits-engravenly.

the latter half, though, the search for hayle and fray, was great, albeit a little drawn out--the most fun i've had with twig in months. the whole time i was thinking "isn't this a little oedipal, wibblybibble? kind of a retread of worm?" but then there's that beautiful moment in 20.18 when sy "splits"--it recalls the moment in gravity's rainbow wherein slothrop "becomes a crossroads"--and goes from first-person singular to first-person plural and kills hayle in one of those nerd-chill-inducing Wildbow Epiphanic Moments. and the thing is, it is oedipal--it's only that it takes Oedipus seriously. sylvester comes of age exactly at the moment he breaks the triangulated repression-mold (hayle-fray-sy) that has tormented him these past 1.5 million words.

i found it to be a powerful meditation on the revolutionary potential of transindividuality, a theme present throughout the book that here achieves its sublime conclusion. being revolutionary not only means flesh and blood battles but a revolution of the mind, overcoming the fascist strictures of individual "subjectivity." this is possible, as sy demonstrates, through love.

the epilogues were great too. this is a point i'm stealing from @bug4932 but the emily chapter was great, especially because of its transgender content. and the final epilogue chapter was so fun and triumphant and funny. twig is great because wildbow puts his most interesting ideas--a kind of deleuzoguattarian transhumanism--on display, and they are nowhere more felt and interesting than in these final passages.

more thoughts to come, but thank god i'm done with all that--parts of it sucked but it was very rewarding, and i'd recommend it as a next read to anyone who loved worm!

[sky-forest-inn]

Shut the actual fuck up

Go outside. Talk to new people, find new hobbies, seek nature to embrace and admire. You are spewing utter fucking bullshit that is literally 10year old behaviour. Read a fucking book. Watch a video about glass making. Spend Time Doing Other Shit That Isn’t Jeopardising Someone’s Fucking Life

The rest of my system may avoid syscourse like the plague, but people like you piss me the fuck off and i refuse to be silenced when my willogenic siblings are getting HURT by fuckheads like YOU

Willogenic systems are NOT FUCKING HURTING ANYONE. You going around fake claiming them AND USING MY PARTNER SYSTEM’S IDENTITY IS HARMFUL AND FUCKING SICK IN THE HEAD. Your logic is bullshit. Your asks are bullshit. I know i can just ignore your messages and move on but we love our partner system to hell and back and we will fucking defend them until the day we die

Systemhood is very frequently (NOT ALWAYS) used as a coping mechanism, so willing a system or headmates can actually be incredibly useful for such! Distressed? Create a headmate that can help you when you’re distressed. Terrified of talking to people? Create a headmate who can talk to people for you.

We’re literally traumagenic and hell, even we feel iffy about creating headmates ourselves, BUT IT’S NOT FUCKING HURTING ANYONE NOR YOURSELF.

“Someone makes sure a bunch of people know that your partner isn’t ableist”

1. EVEN IF (BIG FAT FUCKING IF) WILLOGENIC SYSTEMS WERE ABLEIST, YOU’RE CARRYING MASSIVE MISINFORMATION BY CLAIMING THE CLOVERS SAID SOMETHING THEY NEVER FUCKING DID.

2. SUPPORTING WILLOGENIC SYSTEMS ISNT FUCKING ABLEIST FOR FUCKS SAKE and if i HAVE TO REPEAT THE ALREADY MENTIONED REASONS WHY, I’M GOING TO TEAR MY HAIR OUT

3. What YOU are doing is EXTREMELY FUCKING ABLEIST. Fakeclaiming is disgusting no matter the reason behind why. It’s none of your fucking business how other people’s brains work, nor is it your “job” to go around making shitty ableist accusations while being the most ableist fucking shithead known to mankind

4. IDENTITY THEFT IS STILL A FUCKING CRIME NO MATTER THE “INTENTIONS”

“And your response is “no no they are actually ableist””

You have 700 twigs in your fucking head and im sick of the idea that you expect me to dissect your stupid fucking head just to extract those stupid twigs out so you can have actual reading comprehension and even a small hint of fucking empathy

This is the same logic as tradwives hating feminism because to them feminism = “im not allowed to be a tradwife when i want to be so feminism is actually misogyny”

Fuck off. Go outside. I just woke up and you put me in the most pissed off mood in the world. Either grow up and learn to better yourself or get out of my fucking sight and drink sewage water. You have so much to learn about systemhood and you can learn it with open arms instead of being a fucking pussy hiding behind anonymity like a fucking idiot

I love you willogenic systems/plurals. I love you created systems/plurals. I love you systems/plurals who formed for coping mechanisms. I love you systems/plurals who formed for fun. I love you mixed origin systems/plurals. I love you cdd systems/plurals with willed/created headmates. I love you every single system created in good faith. And also, I LOVE YOU LUCKY CLOVER COLLECTIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Good fucking morning, if y’all piss me off one more time, pray that my insys qpp is also awake to hold me the fuck back because holy fucking shit

[mrsoharaa]

𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖

characters; your 2 faves x you!

cw; spooky/creepy vibes, knife play (?? if you leer hard enough I guess?), suspense, predatory x prey play.

a/n; just a litttttle gander of what I want to sooo desperately want to get into towards spooky time! I've been thinking about this for a whileee now and I just can't wait to dip a wii bit into the dark content area with this sort of context ~ 👀😩🥴

The heavy pants of your breaths fills the foggy, muggy air. Chest rising and falling frantically as nothing but shrouded mist and bone swelling anxiety dwells into the thick marrow.

You take a deep breath. 1, 2, and then exhale. Calming the hectic breathing collapsing from your chest. Closing your eyes momentarily, as a snapped twig immediately catches your attention, your heart thrashing more erratically against your weighted, heaving chest. Goosebumps quickly nipping all over your prickled skin, a thrilling, eerie chill seizing down your arched spine amongst the damped tree trunk hiding your shuddering little figure.

Motionless you tried to still every atom and bone in your jittering body, taking in cautious breaths as to compose yourself from any noticeable signs of your lingering, frightened presence.

Finally having the time to collect yourself from the growing anxiety and terror clawing it's way through your bones, you gently close your eyes and relax fully into the distant comfort of the trees moldy trunk. Your hands unball from it's tighten, anxious confinements and your limbs loosen in their stifled contractions.

Nothing but the sound of distant owls whooing in the moggy air and the slight breeze of a dreary wind. Hardly, coaxing you into a space of serenity and peace.

And with your body finally getting to it's final stage of relaxation from gripping tensity and terror, your lips shudder out a sharpen gasp as your head instinctively tilts upward as a cold metal brisk smoothly yet, promptly at the nape of your neck. Feeling the edge of the sudden sharpen blade against the supple skin of your staggering throat. A gloved, strong hand gradually and firmly, snugging it's way around the rest of your throat beneath the knife's placement. Long covered fingers drape ever so dangerously tightly around the constricting base of your throat. A low, heinous chuckle creepily wisps within the dreaded air.

Immediately, your body and mind melds back into that frantic state of horror and fear. A tinge of exhilieration and adrenaline runs through the course of your pumping blood. Nothing but sheer dismay and panic permeates all through your trembling, pinned body.

You inhale a deep gasp as you feel the fingers easily, forciably motion your head towards the right. Forcing you to gaze at the masked stranger holding you threateningly against the uncomfortable rigid bark prodding against your back.

"There you are angel...didn't take us long to find you, hm?" the muffled, deep voice coos with such wicked malice linting in his tone, tilting and angling the tip of the knife just right at the bridge of the underside of your chin.

Us? as in, plural? more then just one - oh.

Every ounce of fiber in your body hurled into a deeper state of dread and alarm. Another bleak touch of a filed blade caresses the tender of your soft left cheek, slowly, terrifyingly grazing down from the plush of the supple flesh to the corner of your tightly pursed lush lips.

You felt your pounding heart immediately drop to the pit of your churning stomach. Eyes still tightly knitted closed as your quivering skin basks in nothing but absolute panic. Mind restlessly racing with troubled thoughts.

"What a pretty little thing you are, yeah? guess we got ourselves a catch here, hm partner?" the one holding the blade against your lips purs with demented amusement, a devious low cackle tainting the thicken air around you. Angling the tip of his blade down into the pliable plump skin of your bottom lip, hardly displaying your tongue and gritted teeth.

The other, gently rakes the edge of his blade along the underside of your chin, up along the tightened alignment of your clenched jawline, leaning ever so dangerously and uninvitingly close to the shell of your feverish ear. The stifled husk of hot breaths seeping through the material of his mask, gnawing against the velvety plush of your skin.

"Indeed we do, now the question remains..." the touch of the man whisking heavily into the shell of your ear's blade brisks ever so musingly at the flesh of your jaw. Erupting those pesky goosebumps and hot flashed terror all over your stiffened stature. His masked face crooning into the slant of your neck and ear, flinging the tip of his blade coyishly against your tittering skin.

"What do we do with our pretty little captive, now that we have cornered her?"

The other chuckles amusingly, menacingly as he closes himself into the enclosed space of your general personal vicinity. His own mask nearly grazing over the hilt of your hiked chin, breathing almost hungrily, impatiently against the warm, shaky flesh. His own blade drowsing down the slope of your neck down to the indents of your collarbone.

"Isn't it obvious?..." he mellows with such certainty, eagerness almost honing his dreadful, leering toying tone. Cranes his own head closer towards yours.

"We break her of course"

[valdelion]

12x19 - The Future

+12x20 - Twigs&Twine&Tasha Banes

Dean is SO, so, so soft in this episode. He's all marred and torn open in so many places that he's looking at, and it's uncomfortable but he's doing it. He's holding the rage and the discomfort, he's sitting with it, because it's Cas. The amount of text (let's not call it subtext, it's not. It's all there) that speaks about where Dean and Cas are in their relationship is staggering. The acting choices. Example: in the mixtape scene, Dean keeps saying "we" (we called you ,etc) and every single time it punches the audience because it's so obvious that he's using the plural to avoid taking off the tarp from the truth completely. He's like, ok I'm lifting this, but I'm not taking it off. I'm not ready. Look under it yourself, it's all there, but don't make me take it off. Then he says "We're better together - you and me [paaaaaaaaause] and Sam"

Terrible that they kept Kelly in her perfect makeup while she was talking about taking her own life. There was Misha delivering one of the best performances of his career (leveled, emotional, serious), and they put him next to someone looking like an actress. Breaks the suspension (not by far the worst sin on SPN, but still) and they did the same with Mary. Especially since Kelly's best feature are her eyes: if they let her be wrecked for real, they would have been able to shine with something more raw and real.

Sam: "what's wrong with Cas?" and they don't. Make. Dean. Answer. The question. He can't of course, what's wrong with him? He doesn't want Dean to make himself a killer AGAIN, so he will do it in his place. Remember "I'd do anything to not have you do this"? "You mean too much to me, to everything"? Same emotional beat in Cas' heart. In the bunker, he asks Dean if they'll be able to kill an innocent: Sam obviously won't, we all know that. Dean, however, has killed innocents and is NOT ok with it. He is, in fact, very close to losing the battle with his guilt every single day, and there's no one who knows this better than Cas. So yeah. He won't have him do it, even if it costs betraying him and causing a rift between them.

"You're hurt." That's not Cas! That's Jack!! "He showed me. The future." The first thing Jack does in the world is save his mother. The second thing he does through Cas is heal Dean. Of course the episode is all about the moral dilemma pending on Jack, and how each character is reacting to it. The answer the story is telling us is: Jack is good, he's kind, he doesn't want to die. Unfortunately, Dean is so fucking worried about Cas dying (they even reinforce the message by showing Dean shouting as Cas almost dies by the hand of Dagon) that he cannot see past it. He's bleeding out so much he even asks Mary to just call him to talk.

Bonus 1: crazy work with the Max "I got the barterer's number. Dean, that car, still major" and Dean immediately going "You want the tour?" That's straight up flirting without even a formal veil.

Bonus 2: Mary should have killed Ketch bloody with her bare hands then obliterated the MOL out of Supernatural entirely (yes I hate that story with my whole burning soul)

[colorful-white-ideas]

Hell froze over.

Bill is giving interviews!

(thecrowmovieupdates on IG)

London, around the time that Photocall happened.

For what I read in the comments the interviews ( yes in plural bc there is another one with just FKA Twigs) may be released in August ?? 🤷‍♀️

Let's see... For now close your eyes and make a wish , this event is as rare and special as a shooting star 🌠🌠🌠

Edit :

THERE IS ANOTHER ONE

😫 I can't wait