Supernatural inspires me. I blog about it, I fic about it, I wrote a 100-page academic thesis about it.
No television show has gripped my heart the way it has, and no piece of fiction ever made me feel the way it does. This isn’t a love I hold close my chest. I spread it around, I babble about it, obsess over it, sprinkle it everywhere, like fairy dust. Not everyone approves but some joys you don’t keep to yourself. I also love telling people who make the show, how much I appreciate what they do.
I don’t tweet much but sometimes, I get this surge of love that comes out of nowhere and I just have to release it in the Twitter-sphere, like a trail of golden butterflies. Last time I love-dialed the SPN cast and crew, I had written my 10 Favorite Demons article of my Decade Anniversary Series. I woke up to a lovely wink from Sir Omundson himself, who seemed to have appreciated what I said about his beard, his hair, and how magnificent I thought his Cain was.
I haven’t been excited about a Supernatural episode like I have about “Red Meat” in a while. I talked about it everywhere, and for a whole week in the comment section of my own report. Still didn’t have enough so I got love drunk and exploded all over Twitter. In the midst of fangirling about codependent brothers, begging my fellow SamnDean lovers to hold me while I wept over the things they do for each other (wasn’t quite as dramatic but a black and white gif of Stitch crying in the rain drove the point home),I told the writers how much I appreciated their portrayal of that relationship that got me hooked, since I laid eyes on Dean, Sam, and fell in love with that “thing” between them… in the space of three seconds.
I’m glad that at least one of them knows how grateful I am for what they do. A toast to you, BoBo, and to the rest of you, who are making season 11 one of my favorite post-Kripke season of the entire series!
Je vous adore,