bro ok lemme get this this straight (or, y'know)
i'm literally just about to yap my way through 8x18 so spoilers ig if you're somehow like me and JUST getting to this shit in 2024
we have this set up for megstiel, they have this chemistry, they reference the "pizza man" and honestly make it seem like it was a lot more than just that one kiss we saw, she even calls cas her unicorn, paralleling herself and cas to amelia and sam
but cas has been brainwashed and is beating the shit out of dean while trying to fight against it in naomi's office which is lit with the infamous bi lighting
dean is on his damn knees, begging cas, tells cas he needs him, and cas overpowers the brainwashing
it is not filmed or scripted in a way that makes it seem like it has absolutely anything to do with ANYONE but dean. not sam, not meg, just dean
so they set up that meg is like basically in love with cas??? or whatever the demon version of love is. and then they kill her off (whole other issue but i am so sick of watching all the women[-presenting beings] get called misogynistic terms, beaten up, and killed, tbh it's really pissing me off - same with black characters and other characters of colour like wow) and have cas break through his lobotomization because of dean, then heal him with a hand cupped to his face, bi fuckin lighting, and then claim he doesn't know what "broke the connection".
what the actual fuck are we supposed to take from this lmao
think i'm just typing it out to try to make sense of it in my head like ok don't get me wrong i get why everyone is obsessed with the crypt scene, wowee, but having it in the same episode as meg basically saying she loves cas? cas shows some fondness and maybe even a bit of interest in her flirting but it's veeeeeery CLEARLY not her that breaks naomi's hold on him.
i feel so torn on this because on the one hand it feels like another example of how when your show is so sexist that you kill off every female character then yeah of course we're gonna read the men as queer when they do everything for each other
but then also the bi lighting was obviously so intentional and the "i need you" and ugh
supernatural you will always make me wanna scratch my brain out i guess
sexist, racist, homophobic ass show with the most beautiful, heart wrenching queer love story of ever, somehow both accidental AND on purpose.
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hello! here’s a lil drabble/ficlet situation about sirius being super invested in baby harry’s life, to the point he gets annoyed and jealous when he’s not immediately caught up on every little thing.
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“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”
Lily entered the dining room to an unusually confrontational scene. On one end of the table was her husband, hands held up, palms facing outward in a gesture matched by the pleading look on his face. Right across from him was Sirius, arms crossed across his chest and a severe frown on his face. In the middle, Harry was sitting with a thumb in mouth, watching his father and godfather intently. Lily was a bit surprised at how quiet he was being—usually the presence of his favorite people meant an overload of squeals and shouts and giggles.
“Padfoot—“ James began only to be cut off by Sirius’ hand swiping through the air.
“No, James, I didn’t expect this from you of all people,” he took a deep breath and Lily was startled to see the emotions play out on his face. “How could you?”
Lily decided to enter the conversation then before things could devolve any further.
“Er, what’s going on here?” In any other situation, the way in which both their heads swivelled to look at her, coupled with the surprise on their face, would’ve been comical but Lily was too distracted to care about that right now. She couldn’t even remember the last time James and Sirius had had a disagreement. Those two just didn’t do that.
Which was another issue all in itself and if she focused too long on it, it made her head hurt (how can two people who spend as much time as they do together never have any tension?? she didn’t get it, didn’t think she ever would). But for now, she had more important things to tend to.
“Well?” She asked again, seeing the expressions change on their face. James was making a face, not unlike a child who’d been caught with their hand in a biscuit jar whereas Sirius had doubled down. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a straight line, and the most stubborn expression Lily had ever seen on his face.
“We, er, that is—“ James tried, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s nothing, hon.”
Lily snorted in response. She could see Sirius staring incredulously at James and really, this was just getting weirder by the second.
“Evans,” Sirius said, curtly. She didn’t even bother correcting him knowing it was a lost cause at this point. “Will you please remind your husband that we had an understanding and I won’t stand for him breaking it as he pleases?”
“Sirius—“
Lily doesn’t let James finish his groan before cutting in. “What understanding?”
“Did you and your husband not name me Harry’s godfather for a reason?”
“…yes?”
“And does that not entail certain responsibilities and obligations on my part—“
“…Yes.”
“—as well as yours?” Sirius finished, speaking over her uncertain agreement. Now she was a bit stumped.
“Ours?” She blinked at him, wondering what he was on about. A quick glance in James’ direction showed no help from that side. Her husband had the most resigned expression of exasperation on his face, which was really saying something, considering how often he looked like that.
“But of course!” Sirius said, “You are aware that James has the mirrors, yes?” This time he didn’t even bother waiting for her to nod before continuing. “Which means instantaneous communication.” He stressed the last two words, eyes squinting and a stern wrinkle appearing on his brow.
“Si, stop being so dramatic,” James cut in. “You’re confusing the dragonshite out of Lily.”
She grimaced lightly. “Very elegantly put, darling.” Her dear, dear husband only sent her a cheeky wink in return.
“Fine,” Sirius sneered. “Let me ask you this, then.” He pointed one long, pale finger in her direction, her eyebrows raising at the attempt at intimidation.
“Is it or is it not true that Harry, my godson, crawled on his bum across the living room exactly eight days and three hours ago as of right now?”
She opened her mouth to say—not sure what, exactly, but something. Before she could, though, Sirius had already cut in with an overemphasised, “And. Is it or is it not true that James, once my dearest friend—“
“Once?” James yelped.
“—and you, fellow co-wife—“
“You can’t be serious right now,” James groaned, clearly distressed if he wasn’t considering his egregious word choice.
“—did not even bother to use aforementioned mirror to inform me, post-haste?” Sirius finished dramatically, with the air of someone throwing down the gauntlet. He stared at them with a ridiculous air of triumph around him, daring them to disagree.
Lily could only stare in bemused disbelief at her husband’s best friend, nay, brother. One of her closest friends in his own right. Someone who, by all accounts, was incredibly smart and articulate.
Perhaps his bloodline was making more of an appearance here?
“He really has gone off his rocker, hasn’t he, Lils?” James’ spoke what she dared not say out loud. “Should’ve considered this before putting him in charge of the sprog.”
The words had the intended effect. In front of her wide eyes, Sirius basically puffed up in outrage, reminding her terribly of a charm-dried duck. He leaned forward to wrap a possessive arm around Harry, as if James could’ve been anything but joking and they’d take his precious godchild away from him, keeping him plastered to his chest. Harry, for his part, was as overjoyed as ever. He happily wrapped his chubby fingers around two of Sirius’ and prompt tried to insert the whole thing in his mouth, drooling and chewing gummily.
And Sirius, who was notorious for not even deigning to shake hands with strangers (and on one unavoidable occasion, had actually cast a cleaning charm on his palm the moment they’d stepped back from the handshake), someone who applied three different kinds of purifying charms on anything before using it, barely even spared a glance in his direction beyond pressing a kiss to his crown.
“Well, nothing for it then,” Sirius sniffed, nose slightly in the air in a way that reminded Lily entirely too much of Narcissa Black—not that Sirius would appreciate the comparison, of course. “I’m afraid I must take my godson out and away from this dishonourable institution then.”
And in front of both the Potters’ disbelieving eyes, Sirius actually swept out of the room with their child happily lounging in his arms, neither of them looking back even once.
“James…”
He made an answering squeak, still looking at the doorway through which Harry had basically been kidnapped by an over zealous godfather.
“What just happened?”
Her only response was the sound of his head landing on the table with a thunk.
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