Alright - listen up, fucksticks.
This gorgeous piece of ass right here is something called a Jared Padalecki.
He’s tall. He’s from Texas. He sweats a lot. He likes candy. He once pushed a DO NOT PUSH button and as a result accidentally stopped all the trains in Europe because he forgot his wife’s bag on a platform. You may know him as Sam motherfucking Winchester on a little show that could called Supernatural.
He is also, last I checked, something called a “human being”.
Let me tell you a story…
Once upon a time, this little scrawny brat named Jared got a script dropped in his lap for that show we like to call Supernatural. Being a scrawny little brat, he claims he wasn’t even sure he wanted to be a part of it because he was already set in his big comfy home working two days a week on Gilmore Girls and whatever the fuck other random little projects came his way. Being an early twenty something scrawny little brat, I probably couldn’t blame him. Who wants to take on the workload of being one of TWO regulars on a primetime TV series? Endless days, all week?
But he fucking did it because that little show had an amazing premise and amazing characters.
And here we are, nearing the home stretch of Season fucking Eight.
And that little scrawny brat is all grown up now, through the years, through that show. Just like a lot of this fandom grew up through this show. He’s a married man. With a one year old son at home. He’s still a hot piece of ass.
Yet he knows more about this show than most celebrities know about 90% of the projects they ever work on. He spends unreasonable amounts of time away from his family and friends FOR that show, and FOR the fanbase that has helped keep it going all these years. These are things he is not ever, under any obligation to do.
No one forces this motherfucker to work all week and then spend his weekends flying to fuck knows where to spend time with screaming girls making their life a little bit better getting the chance to speak to the people they admire.
He does it anyway.
At any moment, he could decide not to do these things. He could drop conventions. He could stop giving a fuck about Sam Winchester, come in to work half prepared. Put out half assed scenes where you can tell he just doesn’t give a shit anymore. And then he could say fuck it, and not sign the dotted line for another season of that little show we love so much.
And that show will stop production.
Because like him or not, he is a regular, he has been a regular, and he has been half of the center of that show since it’s inception and it would not be Supernatural without Sam Winchester.
So listen the fuck up, kids.
I doubt you enjoy being treated like trash on a daily basis. I doubt you like people coming up to you and your co-workers and explaining all the ways life would be better without you in it. I doubt if you suddenly had a thousand times that many people telling you these things, despite your little corner of fame you carved out in the world, you would be any less affected after a certain point.
This motherfucker being an actor doesn’t make him less of a human being.
Stop harassing him because of a character he plays on television.
Stop hating him on the principle of him not being Jensen or Misha.
Stop being shitheads to his wife.
I’d also like to include this motherfucking food for thought:
So you’re a Dean fan. So you’re a Cas fan. So you’re protective.
So they saved your life and pulled you out of depression.
Congratulations. We are genuinely happy for you that you found characters who could do that for you. We are happy that you have something to cling to for dear life and help you through the rough times on a weekly basis. And we are sorry that Sammy doesn’t do this for you. We are sorry he is flawed, we are sorry you want him gone, we are sorry he is “in the way” of what you want accomplished. We are sorry you can not see the difference between character and actor and feel the need to blame Jared for things that are not his doing.
But stop to think for two fucking seconds about the fact that some of us like Sam.
Sam saved some of us.
Some of us, who were fighting spiraling into shitty depths of fucking depression, found this little show that could, and clinged to Sammy motherfucking Winchester for dear life, and love him just as much if not more than those other characters. And just as YOU feel attacked when your favorite character is attacked, WE are more than capable of feeling the exact same way when it’s thrown at us.
Some of us love Jared. He makes some of us smile and laugh and hate life a little less because we can make jokes about him bleeding rainbows and being a big ball of sunshine. Some us appreciate what he brings to the show.
You know what though?
You don’t have to love Sam to appreciate him. Because why?
SAM IS NOT JARED. JARED IS NOT SAM.
THE ACTOR IS NOT THE CHARACTER.
And we are adults who should be capable of realizing this in every situation.
You are not obligated to love Jared. You’re not. You are entitled to dislike him. You are entitled to feel he is somehow in the way. But please acknowledge the fact that he is a part of something and cannot just simply be removed from the equation. Please acknowledge the fact that there are other people in the world who feel they need him the way that you need others in the cast. Please acknowledge both cast and fans are capable of being hurt by shitty behavior from HUMAN BEING TO HUMAN BEING and that treating real people that way over a fictional television show