August 5th excerpt:

“Kind of,” Stan replied quietly. There were plenty of shots in what little of the movie they’d seen so far to convey just how big the human family was. Lots of close-ups on enormous hands and angles that made the people seem distant yet towering. While none of the humans were aware of their smaller housemates, their dangers were that of an ignorant, unintentional manner.

Except for the boy setting traps.

“For humans, they do a good job of showing how things look to us,” he commented, relieved when it seemed that the danger was over for the moment.

In JIW, what do you think would have happened if Jacob had become smaller than his inch and a half size?

A lot of screaming.

In all seriousness … I think we’d see Sam and Bowman become even more protective of the little guy, trying to keep him shielded from the world that’s waaaay too big for him. Jacob, in the meantime, might go into adrenaline overdose or something, as that kind of scale gets really mind-boggling and terrifying.

There wouldn’t be any safe interaction with Dean anymore at all, and that would be sad. :c

August 4th excerpt:

“Is that what we look like to you?” Dean asked as he saw the perspective of the humans trying to get ice from the machine, very nearly knocking the kids out of the fridge door.

Stan gave a small jump as the question broke through the trance connecting him to the film. He spared the human a glance, still huge and looming even in his lowered position on the bed. His arms alone were thicker than Stan was tall, and that was just a fact of the enormity of humans.

So this isn’t an ask, but I currently work at a hotel at the front desk. People come to us all the time to ask for lost items. We’ve noticed a trend. If the object is lost outside (sidewalk, pool, etc.), it’s always able to be found and given back to the guest. HOWEVER, if it’s inside, it’s lost for good. I’m convinced that there are borrowers in my hotel!!

Awesome! 

Those lil guys are everywhere, if you know what to look for!

August 2nd excerpt:

The tines of the fork nudged at Sam’s arm, who barely even looked up at the threatening cutlery that could scoop him up into the air. “What, Dean?” he asked tiredly, a put-on air about him as he studiously focused on the shreds of hot dog and bread he had pushed into a facsimile of a hot dog on a bun.

“You gonna eat that?” Dean asked, jabbing his fork at the remainder of Sam’s portion of the meal.

August 1st excerpt:

With hands shaking from anger and exhaustion both, Logan found the edge of the pocket flap keeping him trapped. He even allowed himself to be smug as he pushed it up at last to survey his options.

And promptly froze as Dean leaned forward slightly and poked his fork at Sam, who was sitting on the plate just below.