P.S. Father’s Day is this Sunday.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Cas always wants to touch Dean, but he always holds himself back. Look at the way he takes his hand off of Dean’s shoulder, almost as if he had to force himself to snatch his hand away. He keeps himself from hugging Dean as well, clenching his fist to keep from wrapping his arms around him and never letting go. He touches Dean in the context of healing and getting his attention, and it’s always on the forehead or on the shoulder, safe places. The one time he doesn’t, the one time he puts his hand on Dean’s cheek in a lover’s touch, it’s both to heal him and to reassure Cas that yes, Dean is there, Dean is real, Dean is not dead- but he’s still holding himself back (and I will forever love 8x17 for showing just how much Cas keeps inside; there’s such as stark difference between the raw emotion in his internal struggle with Naomi, and the quiet reserve he shows Dean when he apologizes). Just as he keeps himself from saying “You broke the connection,” he also keeps himself from collapsing into Dean’s arms and clinging to him for the rest of his life. Because Cas has convinced himself that he doesn’t deserve Dean, his affection, his touch, his love. Cas is so sunk in his self-loathing that he’s constantly restraining himself around Dean, keeping his hands to himself, not seeking out anything from him, not telling him how he feels, in fear that if he does, he’ll end up getting everything that he wants but should never get.
-rotoscoped a kiss gif from tumblr..! * (didn’t turn out well but anyway..)
-and Spock with a cat. lol
Carrie Fisher stood on a box for many of her scenes with Harrison Ford in order to make up for the height difference and have her appear in the frame with him.
Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strike Back (1980)
“He is a combination of mercurial intellectual ability, emotional ambiguity, rakish charm, charisma and provocative wit. He has a wicked inclination to mischief, underneath which is a well of spiritual pain. Both these aspects are central to his depth as a character: his unashamed and perverse delight in creating chaos; and his capacity for raw emotional expression.” (x)
You don’t get to fucking touch him.
Cursed object, Sam.
#abundantly sad #because this just another example of all the desires and interests dean was forced to ignore and sublimate #in order to be the ‘kind of man’ his father expected him to be #and sometimes my heart just breaks for the child that dean was never allowed to be #the child that probably had divorced parents sure because john and mary’s marriage wasn’t doing great before she died #but he probably lived with his mom and his little brother #and he got to take ballet lessons because he wanted to #and ended up being pretty good and getting a lot of balance and strength out of it #which helped for things like LARPing #and he was kind of a huge geek in school #but he did really well in class #because dean winchester has read things like the odyssey and kurt vonnegut carefully enough to be able to reference them easily #and he actually did remember when Sam was talking about the Roanoke colony so he listened in history class #and he is amazing at electronics and physics and mechanics #because he made his own EMF meter out of a wakman and can fix cars like there’s no tomorrow #and he goes to star trek conventions #and plays dungeons and dragons with his friends benny and charlie#and he’s fairly openly bisexual and okay with it #and he’s far from perfect #he’s still never quite sure if he’s good enough #and he’s over protective of his little brother #and he sometimes tries too hard #and struggles with his identity and stuff#because his dad told him he had to look after sammy and be a big boy right before he moved away #and his dad isn’t really in his life because he has a new family in minnesota #but he’s got an unofficial dad/uncle in Bobby Singer #and Ellen is pretty much like an aunt #and Jo is like a sister to him #and he’s maybe a little bit in love with the awkward guy Cas #but they’re friends and it’s never going to go anywhere (dubiousculturalartifact)
something to be admired from a distance, not up close.