Team I Am Not Choosing a Team Because Fighting is Stupid
What the hell is all this about Dean!girls versus Sam!girls versus Cas!girls? I mean, they mentioned it in The Monster at the End of This Book but seriously? Seriously? We have to do this? It's not enough to have ship wars we have partition fandom further by having character wars? Screw that!
I DECLARE FOR TEAM GABRIEL. He refuses to choose sides when it comes to teams he loves equally. (Though I do have faith that he's gonna come through for me and pick my team ♥)
On a less facetious note, whatever you do, however you watch a television it's your choice and your life etc. But I personally can't see how that would be fun because you're perpetually getting defensive or angry on a character's behalf or crowing against a character you don't like and it's just. Is it such a crime to love and sympathize with everyone? Because in my experience only loving one half (or one third) of a team is much more frustrating and disappointing.
I am much much more for the team dynamic. Of them kicking ass together and sacrificing themselves for each other and saving each other and yelling at each other when they're wrong or they left their stinky socks in the sink. I could write odes and odes about this.
Castiel's crumbling faith but absolute devotion, even in the face of despair. I don't have words for how badass and awesome he is, for going against thousands and thousands of years of unquestioning loyalty to develop his own conscience and start ~feeling things~ and sacrificing himself a lot by time traveling or trying to kill Lucifer which he thinks is impossible but doing it because The Winchesters asked him for help. He's exiled from home and killing his family to protect what he believes in, and he's a BAMF while doing it.
And Sam, dear, wonderful Sam, stepping up to the plate to be strong enough for everyone while they're all suicidal and it's the apocalypse and the world is going down the toilet and he's being stalked by the devil. Despite that, despite all of that, he's working through years and years of anger and self-righteousness and addictions and learning from his mistakes and holding onto everyone as well as he can. SAM WINCHESTER ILU YOU ARE AMAZING. You are being strong and AWESOME.
And Dean. Oh Dean. I thought you were backed against the wall and at the end of your rope back at the end of On the Head of a Pin, and I didn't even know. You keep fighting, you keep getting handed the shitty end of the stick but you don't give up on trying to save and protect everyone because not doing so is not an option. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to do Ruby's ritual and kill the virgin. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to stay in a wish-world where your mom is alive but people still get killed by evil sons of bitches. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to say "Yes," and walk out, and let most of the world burn. He gets beat down time and time and time again but he keeps getting up.
These guys, even though they're fictional, make me believe in heroes. And I'm supposed to just pick one? Yeah no, I don't think so. I don't want to. They are all also extremely good-looking. This isn't even touching the (somewhat) more minor but nevertheless insanely great characters that I want to hang out with all the time. Or the antagonists that terrify me but have fantastic panache. So drawing all these lines in the sand is insane and weird to me when there's plenty of room for everything. I just can't get behind the mentality. Gosh. I ♥ everyone.
I DECLARE FOR TEAM GABRIEL. He refuses to choose sides when it comes to teams he loves equally. (Though I do have faith that he's gonna come through for me and pick my team ♥)
On a less facetious note, whatever you do, however you watch a television it's your choice and your life etc. But I personally can't see how that would be fun because you're perpetually getting defensive or angry on a character's behalf or crowing against a character you don't like and it's just. Is it such a crime to love and sympathize with everyone? Because in my experience only loving one half (or one third) of a team is much more frustrating and disappointing.
I am much much more for the team dynamic. Of them kicking ass together and sacrificing themselves for each other and saving each other and yelling at each other when they're wrong or they left their stinky socks in the sink. I could write odes and odes about this.
Castiel's crumbling faith but absolute devotion, even in the face of despair. I don't have words for how badass and awesome he is, for going against thousands and thousands of years of unquestioning loyalty to develop his own conscience and start ~feeling things~ and sacrificing himself a lot by time traveling or trying to kill Lucifer which he thinks is impossible but doing it because The Winchesters asked him for help. He's exiled from home and killing his family to protect what he believes in, and he's a BAMF while doing it.
And Sam, dear, wonderful Sam, stepping up to the plate to be strong enough for everyone while they're all suicidal and it's the apocalypse and the world is going down the toilet and he's being stalked by the devil. Despite that, despite all of that, he's working through years and years of anger and self-righteousness and addictions and learning from his mistakes and holding onto everyone as well as he can. SAM WINCHESTER ILU YOU ARE AMAZING. You are being strong and AWESOME.
And Dean. Oh Dean. I thought you were backed against the wall and at the end of your rope back at the end of On the Head of a Pin, and I didn't even know. You keep fighting, you keep getting handed the shitty end of the stick but you don't give up on trying to save and protect everyone because not doing so is not an option. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to do Ruby's ritual and kill the virgin. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to stay in a wish-world where your mom is alive but people still get killed by evil sons of bitches. Even when the easiest thing to do would be to say "Yes," and walk out, and let most of the world burn. He gets beat down time and time and time again but he keeps getting up.
These guys, even though they're fictional, make me believe in heroes. And I'm supposed to just pick one? Yeah no, I don't think so. I don't want to. They are all also extremely good-looking. This isn't even touching the (somewhat) more minor but nevertheless insanely great characters that I want to hang out with all the time. Or the antagonists that terrify me but have fantastic panache. So drawing all these lines in the sand is insane and weird to me when there's plenty of room for everything. I just can't get behind the mentality. Gosh. I ♥ everyone.