Supernatural Angry Guy With Beard Is God?

Supernatural angry guy with beard is god?

Yes. God (capital-G), aka Chuck Shurley, aka Carver Edlund. He's mostly not that angry. Well... not outwardly, at least. He might always have been that angry on the inside, now I'm looking at him with the benefit of plot hindsight. :P

The beard belongs to actor Rob Benedict.

Re: The Boys you mention your 'father son angst fetish'. Just wondering if SPN/John hit you the same way or not?

Huh - no, it didn't. Because John's physical presence in the narrative was so fleeting, perhaps? Because there was no point where real resolution or reconcilliation were on the cards for them? Yeah, I have no idea why not.

Some of the flashbacks to Sam and Dean's childhood broke my heart, but mainly because John is a placeholder in those stories - a blurry figure in the car, an anxiety looming on the horizon, a responsibility too heavy for young shoulders to carry, an absence they're struggling to cope with.

Later, 'Dad' is a weight on their adult psyches as they try to define themselves and their purpose, but it gets harder and harder to know for sure how reliable Dean and Sam's memory-filtered recollections of their father are - both the good and the bad.

Some of the Dean-filtered memories are horrific, specific to the point of indicating neglect and abuse, while Sam's issues with their father are more generalised and more typically TV father-son-conflict tropey. I suspect that's my fetish - that angsty TV trope about a clash of wills/personalities causing estrangement - but maybe only where there's the possibility of resolution and growth? (Do I really sense that on the horizon for Homelander and Soldier Boy??? Rlly?!)

It's a mystery of the fanbrain!

I woke up with a Random Unsolicited Plot Bunny for a Supernatural season 7 crazy!Cas fic/let featuring both angst and smut and angst. Yes, I have three boths.

I barely have the physical energy to type shallow hashtags on a Tumblr reblog. Spoons, there are none. Brains, there are few.

Help. How do I say 'no' to the wide-eyed, broken woobie angel and his bees, and his honey, and his anecdotal comic nudity, and his anxious conflict-avoidance, and his sidelong-glance-at-reality dissociative coping mechanisms post-megalomaniacal meltdown?

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

You're being exiled to a deserted island. You may take one Big Finish title. What CD do you pick?

Fate worse than death time, eh? Ah well...

The first disk of Doom Coalition? Eight, Liv, Helen, the Eleven. Might just keep my sanity intact as I struggle to subsist.

[This is very cruel and unusual punishment. I object!]

Most cringe fanfiction guilty pleasure?

None! If I enjoy it, I'm proud to wave its ficcy little flag.