Whenever I think about Wincest I get this delighted shiver of glee at the potential of how self-contained and fucked up it could get. Yes, sure, it's all about "our family is fucked up, this is no more fucked up, fucked up is normal for us and this is who we are *buttsex*", and that's all fine, but it's still rationalisation. Rationalisation that is extremely rational and fine when it's just the two of them against the world, yes, but as Sam is fond of saying in the early episodes, We gotta find Dad! And I'm not quite sure Papa Winchester would be quite as pleased as punch with all the fraternal buggery going on as the boys are.

Which leads to my delighted shiver of glee because of course the rational follow-on from that kind of "there's only us in the world, therefore as long as we have eachother there's nothing left to lose, etc" is a play out of that rather striking (so to speak) Heavenly Creatures narrative, and oh, they'd really have nothing left to lose after that, would they?

In other news,



My manips are getting more and more seamless! I'm thinking of giving up this whole career thing and working on my art full time.

Also, I made a bunch more icons. The keywords for this one are 'winnie blues'.