Sam, 20's, They/Them
Actor, brother, daughter, poet, author, artist, wine obsessed aunt, CEO, chicke, baker, mother, president, part time celibate, and full time furry
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supernatural as a piece of media consistently amazes me. you've got the rock music and the leather jackets and the classic car. you've got the americana. you've got the spooky stuff. you've got the wildly complicated relationship with masculinity. and then four seasons in you add angels and demons and God and Satan. and now there's motifs of religion and hell and guilt and loving someone in the face of everything you're supposed to be. based on every single thing about it there is NO WAY this show could ever manage to be uncompelling to me. however it was made by straight men
“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”
“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.
“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”
I made a tier list of possible (according to me only, don’t take it too seriously) closures to deancas storyline in the last two episodes because I’m slowly going insane and I need to be mentally prepared for the worst. I’m going to honk my big red clown nose as loud as I can if we end up getting anything below the B tier.