My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
words like “shit” and “fuck” and “hell” and “damn” are like kitchen knives. most of the time you’re going to be using them for some practical purpose. you stubbed your toe or got a flat tire or are shocked by something. all very practical, typical things that happen. you’re basically using the words to slice bread at this point. but sometimes you’re going to use them to try to hurt someone. phrases like “fuck you” or “go to hell” are times these words are used to be hurtful. they’re not the words’ sole purpose, but they can be used that way. to continue the metaphor, they’re like verbally stabbing someone with a kitchen knife
and then there are words like “f****t” and “ps***o.” slurs in general, really, which are the verbal equivalent of guns. they were designed specifically to hurt people. their primary reason for existing is to hurt people. using them against someone is the verbal equivalent of shooting at them, and saying them when, say, you slip on a patch of ice or get really angry is the verbal equivalent of shooting a gun straight up into the air. you have no idea who’s around you and who might be struck by that verbal bullet
and that’s the difference between swearing and slurs. swearing has a practical purpose while slurs are always dangerous
They never said it.
They never felt like they had any need to and so they didn’t and honestly, they both forgot. Dean would still fix Cas’s tie even though it always ended up backwards anyway and Cas would still wear Dean’s shirts while padding barefoot around the bunker in the middle of the night and their gazes would still linger on each other like there was no other place they could have gone. Even when they moved it was obvious, circling and circling, they always ended up in a headlong collision, orbits pushing and pulling and giving and taking. Equal and opposite reactions in constant revision.