That's Kind Of Crazy

one man's hyperfixation is another man's blocked tag

Well my Fox time travel fix-it is officially complete!!! Whew it always feels so good to finish a project, even if I’m always left a little shocked that I made it to that point.

The fic is called Do-Over and if anybody wants to see me torture Fox and then slowly build him back up to a functional and - dare I say - happy individual I invite you to check it out!

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Don’t think about malnourished baby Sammy. Don’t think about little four year old Dean begging his Dad to buy formula instead of ammunition, of four year old Dean burning himself trying to warm up Sammy’s milk. Don’t think about Dean waking up every couple hours after crawling into Sammy’s crib to make sure he was still breathing. Don’t think of little four year old Dean who used to beg to feed his little brother his bottle, now not having another option. Don’t think about baby Sammy getting sick and Dean begging John to make him a doctors appointment to make sure he’s okay. Don’t think of baby Sammy learning to walk with his older brother holding his hands, of baby Sammy crying when he sees John because he doesn’t recognize his own dad. Don’t think of baby Sammy calling Dean dad, or the fact that Sam’s first steps were towards Dean. Don’t think about the fact that the doctors were worried about Sam’s weight at that doctors appointment, and ever since, Dean has made sure that Sammy always had enough to eat, even at the cost to his own health.

Don’t think about twelve year old Dean collapsing on the first night of a hunt because he hadn’t eaten in four or five days, because Sammy needed the food. Don’t think about John yelling at Dean asking what the hell is wrong with him etc. and Dean just shrugs it off. Because he’s fine. And he ignores it. He shoves the aching for food way down and ignores it. So, when they go back into town because they hit a dead end, and get food at a diner, Dean gorges on the food, and eats half of John’s too. Don’t think about John seeing this, having a flash of worry but ignoring it because “it’s Dean he’s always fine.” Don’t think about Dean worrying the first time Sammy called him Dad because “no, no, no, Sammy, I’m your big brother Dean.” Because he’s worried that his Dad is going to freak out if he hears Sammy calling Dean dad.

Don’t think about the fact that Sam probably didn’t learn the word Mom until he was at school because it wasn’t something his dad and Dean said. Don’t think about Sam driving alone for the first time and hitting a dear and calling Dean because he didn’t trust that his dad would answer. Don’t think about Dean, sitting in some motel at 23 years old after a fight with his dad who stormed off debating calling Sam because he’s the only one who would get it.

Don’t think about the Winchester brothers as little kids left alone in motel rooms for too long, underfed, and unsure of when their Dad was going to be back.

Eugene Korolev

peel back the skin to see what lies underneath

Wara! 2023 - oil on canvas — Krzysztof Powałka (Polish, b.1985)

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Reading Star Wars: Dark Disciple and Obi-Wan just...brings Anakin in with him to Council meetings. Like they're giving Quinlan a super secret mission and Anakin is just there hovering right next to Obi-Wan's chair. Like this is normal behavior for them both. No one's batting a single eye.

the real reason I dislike cramps is not because they hurt, but because it feels as if something crawled under my skin and is manually moving my muscles. I don't want some weird cramp goblin rearranging my muscle strings.