So I have a question about the face blindness thing. I’ve never had a kid and don’t plan to, but I always wondered if the parental instinct would bypass my face blindness thing. Like do you think you could pick Bean out of a group of 10 similar kids or not so much? I don’t know many people who have face blindness, and my mom’s is VERY mild and more of a memory issue, so I don’t think her experiences with recognizing me are a good indication.

hazeldomain:

Okay so my obgyn has a wall in his office covered in pictures of babies he has delivered. The week after Bean was born, I went in and looked at that wall and was basically like…. you could hand me any one of these kids and say “here’s Bean” and I’d believe you. For about five or six months I’d pick her up and look at her and not recognize her at all. Like, I know she’s my kid because nobody snuck in and switched her out, but if somebody had, they’d totally have gotten away with it. 

Starting at about nine months though, I could tell her from other kids. And I don’t think it’s parental instinct, I think it’s just that I’ve been looking at her for 12+ hours a day for nine straight months. But like, if something changed, I’m not sure that I could do it reliably. Like if she was with a bunch of other kids and they’d just gotten their faces painted I’d probably have some trouble. 

On a possibly related note, I can recognize Misha Collins by his hands and butt, now. Like I can see a photo of hands on hips and be like “yah that’s Misha.” I can also recite pi to 100 digits so it’s possible I’m just good at patterns. 

Thank you. That’s very interesting 🙂

Pattern recognition is how I’m pretty sure I recognize people – tattoos and moles and scars, etc. Faces are hard, but easier the longer I know a person and the more I care about them.

Even in people I know well, if they change their hair color, the way they do their make-up, or if they wear a hat or other things like that, it throws me off. My mom started getting perms when I was a kid and it became hard to pick her out of a crowd for a good few months. She hasn’t permed it in a long time, but the changeover to gray hair has tripped me up a little.

If it’s truly a neurological issue, then of course being a parent wouldn’t change that fact, so that answers my question 🙂

It has always blown my mind that parents could recognize babies. Babies have the least amount of unique features and yet parents can still pick them out of 50 other infants and I’m like WHAT?!!

So I have a question about the face blindness thing. I’ve never had a kid and don’t plan to, but I always wondered if the parental instinct would bypass my face blindness thing. Like do you think you could pick Bean out of a group of 10 similar kids or not so much? I don’t know many people who have face blindness, and my mom’s is VERY mild and more of a memory issue, so I don’t think her experiences with recognizing me are a good indication.

hazeldomain:

Okay so my obgyn has a wall in his office covered in pictures of babies he has delivered. The week after Bean was born, I went in and looked at that wall and was basically like…. you could hand me any one of these kids and say “here’s Bean” and I’d believe you. For about five or six months I’d pick her up and look at her and not recognize her at all. Like, I know she’s my kid because nobody snuck in and switched her out, but if somebody had, they’d totally have gotten away with it. 

Starting at about nine months though, I could tell her from other kids. And I don’t think it’s parental instinct, I think it’s just that I’ve been looking at her for 12+ hours a day for nine straight months. But like, if something changed, I’m not sure that I could do it reliably. Like if she was with a bunch of other kids and they’d just gotten their faces painted I’d probably have some trouble. 

On a possibly related note, I can recognize Misha Collins by his hands and butt, now. Like I can see a photo of hands on hips and be like “yah that’s Misha.” I can also recite pi to 100 digits so it’s possible I’m just good at patterns. 

Thank you. That’s very interesting 🙂

Pattern recognition is how I’m pretty sure I recognize people – tattoos and moles and scars, etc. Faces are hard, but easier the longer I know a person and the more I care about them.

Even in people I know well, if they change their hair color, the way they do their make-up, or if they wear a hat or other things like that, it throws me off. My mom started getting perms when I was a kid and it became hard to pick her out of a crowd for a good few months. She hasn’t permed it in a long time, but the changeover to gray hair has tripped me up a little.

If it’s truly a neurological issue, then of course being a parent wouldn’t change that fact, so that answers my question 🙂

It has always blown my mind that parents could recognize babies. Babies have the least amount of unique features and yet parents can still pick them out of 50 other infants and I’m like WHAT?!!

I kinda laughed at your post your just reblogged about reblogging if you are a small blog (under 10k followers). Under 10k is small? *stares at my 386 followers* I must be a microblog! But that’s okay, more love to give to 386 followers than 10k!

hazeldomain:

mayalaen:

It always blows my mind when people talk about the numbers for “small” blogs because even though it seems a lot of my followers think I’m a big blog, I’m totally not.

When I think of a small blog, I think maybe 0-99 followers. And then somebody comes along and says “man I wish I had more followers, I only have 15k” and I’m like… I can’t even imagine that many people following me, and a part of me doesn’t even want that because DAMN with how horrible people can be, there’s more chances for assholes to jump on every word you say when you have that many, ya know?

I dunno. I like having followers/mutuals that interact with me often and are nice to me. I don’t get a ton of hate. I don’t have big issues when I post things other than Supernatural. If I ask a question or try to interact, it’s not overwhelming to get back to a handful of people whereas with a huge blog you probably can’t even respond to everyone. And the amount of asks those big ones get? They have to ignore a ton of the asks? Ugh. Anyway, yeah, smaller blog = lots of perks 🙂

That’s why I tagged that post quality over quantity. I may not be a big blog, but damn do I have some awesome followers 🙂

For comparison, I blog for quantity not quality and somehow there are still about 850 people with a penchant for my exact brand of shitpost. 

We have almost the same amount of followers.

I can’t say I’m super careful about what I post. I’ve freaked out plenty of people. But I do tag (for myself because I’m anal) and mostly stick to SPN just because that’s my main interest. So there is some sort of structure to my blog, which is supposed to be a pull for people.

However, I have a feeling the super huge blogs tend to… have a lot of drama? Yeah. That’s a nice way of saying it. And it seems to me they draw a big crowd because of it.

Neither of us are drama queens, so that probably hurts our follower count.

Several people have told me I’m intimidating, so that probably hurts my follower count as well. Not that I’m gunning for the big numbers, but there ya go.

I talk you up whenever I can by saying how awesome you are (because you are), so hopefully that helps 🙂

hazeldomain:

I wanna be famous enough that when a naked photo of me surfaces, a bunch of people get irrationally excited. 

I’m always irrationally excited when naked photos surface. So uhm… do I count? If so, you’re totally famous.

Five hundred words don’t fit here, so I’m gonna ask for the scene in Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Days where Cas has Sam tied up and standing on the box and is videotaping while he tortures him. Not only do I love this scene because it’s all torture-y, but also because of Sam’s defiance and strong will. That’s my favorite thing about Sam and I’d love to know what you were thinking as you wrote it, if you remember writing it. Thank you!

hazeldomain:

I remember that it was nanowrimo and I was writing down pretty much anything that occurred to me.  

So I needed a bondage position that would keep Sam restrained while also not letting him realize that he had wings. I forget exactly how I chanced upon that particular configuration but I remember thinking about it a lot. I wrote it while I was visiting my grandparents for Thanksgiving and so the whole thing was just me like, huddled in a corner ready to slam my laptop shut if anybody came by and tried to look over my shoulder. 10/10 subtlety, I’m sure I fooled everyone. 

Okay it’s coming back to me now. Castiel was incredibly angry and he wanted Sam to be not just in pain, but also humiliated. After the last escape attempt, he realized that simply restraining Sam wasn’t going to work- he needed to use strategy. I also needed to start trying to build some sympathy for Castiel during this scene, even though it seems like this would be a counterintuitive place to do that. 

What I wanted to try to get across here is that Castiel isn’t actually a sadist. He’s willing to hurt Sam to achieve his goals, but he doesn’t take pleasure in it and it actually makes him somewhat uncomfortable. Everything that happened during that scene was discipline and training, and Cas couldn’t even go through with all the things he threatened to do. 

Originally, out in the barn, he described all sorts of horrific mutilations- he wouldn’t need to hide the phone if Sam had no tongue. In comparison to that, what Castiel did was relatively minor and he healed it straight away. So I was trying to establish limits on what Castiel is willing- and able- to actually do.  

The video camera was Castiel’s way of proving to Sam that he had complete control over this situation- that he could not only do these things, but that he could tell people. Along with the wings, this creates a situation where calling for help is no longer an effective strategy. Sam can no longer seek assistance from the outside word, because “people finding out what happened” is now Cas’s weapon, not Sam’s. 

And I needed that to be there because Sam does not break in the face of pain. We know that. Pain and humiliation can slow him down, but not for long. Castiel has just learned this in a rather spectacular fashion- he’d thought Sam was cowed and that was all a ruse to cover up (what would have been) an effective escape attempt. So Castiel brought in Sam’s family- a classic villain strategy if there ever was one. 

Thank you SO MUCH for doing this! This scene was just amazing – for all the reasons you stated above. I felt every bit of it, and the… pain of the whole thing was amazing because you can really feel how frustrated Cas is and how badly he wants his mate back, and yet this is the only thing he can think to do to get his love back. The hesitant almost-not-torture was physically painful to read in the best way.

And Sam just… damn… Sam in this part just killed me. For being an AU, this was so in character it made my chest hurt. Awesome fic and thank you again for giving me the background 🙂