one of the great tragedies of sam and dean to me is. sam's violent pit of self-loathing and desire for purity/perfection always pushing him to the brink of destruction. dean loving him so painfully, to the point of obssession - his brother's saviour yet frightened by his brother - doesn't know how to save sam from himself. his worst obstacle to loving and keeping sam safe is sam. so dean blames him for it! and in doing so just keeps feeding the monster living in sam's head telling him he's bad and rotten beyond saving. cue sam_marytrdom.exe
can’t stress enough how you lot better give him some space. This gave me fucking anxiety for him just watching this. Daniel’s always nice enough to stop for fans but he is injured!!
My heart's currently breaking for Servant Sun. I hope he got to reunited with his Moon in the afterlife (and maybe got properly introduced to his Lunar).
Heart is also breaking over the realization that, with Moon trying to kill Lord Eclipse via Wither Storm, he killed Sun. Granted, Sun probably woulda died with the rest of the world anyway, but it's made more tragic because Eclipse survived. It was for nothing.
RIGHTTTTT 😭
AUGH NO BUT LIKE, THE "AFTERLIFE MEET-UPS" TROPE ALWAYS GETS ME SO BAD. I can just imagine Sun processing for a long moment before crumbling in his Moon's arm with a repetition of "it's not fair." :((
AND YEAH I'm so fucked up about the fact Old Moon had Sunvant's blood on his hands and nobody ever knew until rn. Additionally, if he had just survived that wither storm, he would have had a chance of escape via New Moon which, frankly, makes me wanna start crying so much I make a new lake appear on the map HSJANDJS
He’s going in and out of sleep. The tv is the only source of light in the apartment, the volume low and droned. A random college game’s on, one that Daiki doesn’t give a shit about. He’s way too comfortable right now. A low curse sounds through the space, aimed at the tv, a low rumble against his ear.
The fingers in his hair still before moving again; dull nails scratching against his scalp as they sift through silky blue strands. Fuck, it feels like heaven and unable to hold back, Daiki releases a soft hum.
Taiga says nothing but the arm around the bluenette’s waist tightens, a pair of lips pressing to the top of his head, lingering, then pressing again.
Kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss. “Mmm… sweet boy…”
Daiki’s eyes droop at the contact and the mumbled praise and he yawns before snuggling deeper into the redhead’s warm chest, the big fuzzy blanket cocooned around them brushing up against his dark cheek as Taiga takes his fingers from his hair and cradles him close with both arms, face in soft locks, set to fall asleep with his lover.