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j-amespotter · 4 years

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★ august [pt. 2] - s. b.

“i never needed anything more.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader, Regulus Black x Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: As one of the Order of the Phoenix’s freshest recruits, love certainly was not on Sirius Black’s mind the summer after he finished school – especially not with a Slytherin, who just happened to be his brother’s girlfriend.

Genre/Warnings: angst/fluff, infidelity, mentions of torture, war, & sex.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: by popular demand... part 2 of august! let me know what you think & if you’d like to be added to my taglist! posts will be slower because i’m back at uni

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PART 1

It was a cold, snowy day in the village. The streets bustled with young passersby. They huddled together with flushed cheeks and dopey grins, reveling in their distance from stingy professors and half-written essays. The line for butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks wrapped around the street. The scene was all-too-familiar for the raven-haired troublemaker and his bespectacled companion hidden in a dark alleyway behind the Hog’s Head.

“Think we can sneak to Rosmerta’s for a butterbeer?” asked James, nudging his best friend with his elbow. “She’d let us jump the line.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and snorted. “Yes, that would help the whole ‘lying low’ thing, wouldn’t it?”

James raised a concerned eyebrow at Sirius. “I thought you’d be up for it,” he said with an edge in his voice.

“We’re on a mission,” snapped Sirius. “Let’s just hope nothing is waiting for us so we can get out of here.”

“You’re jumpy,” grumbled James in response. “Mate, you didn’t have to come if it was going to bother you.”

“I’m not bothered,” said Sirius defensively. “Focus, Prongs. Suspected Death Eater activity in Hogsmeade Village. We need to wait it out and hope for the best.”

James shrugged, though he looked like he wanted to say more. The two men turned the corner and peered through the window of Dervish and Banges on the lookout for hellish masked figures that were quickly becoming the bane of Sirius’s existence.

It had been four months since the summer Sirius’s life changed. His world lost the little color it had, and unfortunately, his friends were bearing the brunt of his moodiness. Sirius knew it was unfair. It was not James’s fault he was scorned by a cold, conniving snake of a woman, who showed him more love than he knew what to do with and then snatched it away without a second thought.

It was bad enough they were there on a Hogsmeade weekend. He knew you were most likely somewhere in the village, probably in Regulus’s arms, shielding yourself from the cold. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, one he decidedly ignored as he turned to his partner-in-crime. “We should split up,” said Sirius. “Get under the Cloak and keep an eye on the station. I’ll do a walk-through. I’ll call you from the mirror if I see anything.” He gestured to his jacket pocket.

After bidding James goodbye and good luck, Sirius made sure to lay low as he sifted through the snow-covered streets. Though he recognized some of his former classmates, he did not stop to greet them. He was not the type to let his personal life tear his eyes away from the prize. What frightened him was how difficult it was proving to be.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius spotted movement across the hill through the shattered glass window of the Shrieking Shack. Frowning, he pulled up his hood and jogged towards the disturbance.

When he was safely away from the crowd, Sirius crouched behind a bush next to the house, close enough to hear vaguely-familiar voices – at least two. He inhaled a gust of cold air warily, feeling his heartbeat pick up at rapid speed. No one except the four Marauders ever dared to enter the Shrieking Shack. Who could these intruders be if not Death Eaters? Sirius’s fingers grazed the mirror shard tucked away in his pocket. Should he call James for help?

Suddenly, he heard faint, quiet sobs from inside. On instinct, he jerked his body slightly upward and transformed into Padfoot. Taking soft steps forward on four legs, Sirius expertly stepped over a creaky floorboard. He remained hidden in the shadows, facing the back of a tall, skinny figure, whose scent overwhelmed his canine senses with the soiled flavor of repressed memories.

When the stranger spoke, Padfoot winced at the tauntingly grim echo in his eardrums. “Stop crying, darling. It’s pathetic,” said Regulus.

“H-How could you just…” you said nasally, unable to finish. Sirius felt his heart sink as he heard your broken, empty words. It was your voice that haunted his dreams, and there you were, looking cold and miserable, merely ten feet away from him.

“You’re wasting your tears, (Y/N). She’s filth. She deserved it.”

You looked indignant, raising an accusatory finger at your boyfriend. “N-No one deserves torture for who they are,” you said shakily.

Regulus sighed. “Honestly, you’re acting as if we killed her. She’ll be fine. Besides, I didn’t do anything to her. If I knew it would have bothered you, I wouldn’t have stayed.”

“You just watched, Reg! You watched your dreadful friends torture that poor girl! Why? Because she’s Muggleborn? Why didn’t you let me stop them?”

“They did stop,” answered Regulus heatedly. “They stopped for you. You should be more careful. If it weren’t for me, they would be spreading some nasty rumors about you. If I didn’t know any better, I would call you a blood traitor.”

You scoffed. Sirius, still in dog form, shuffled to the side and hid under a scratched table. Emotions were high, so his swift movement remained unnoticed.

Regulus strode toward you and placed his gloved hands on your shoulders. “Forgive me, (Y/N). I know how sensitive you can get.”

You sniffled. “It’s not about being sensitive, Regulus. It’s about right and wrong! You know they would have killed her, you know it! The worst part is that you would have let them, and it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.”

“What has gotten into you? I know you prefer to stay away from conflict, but you’ve been skittish for quite a while now,” said Regulus, dropping his hands off of you.

You were quiet. With one glance at your glossy eyes, Sirius knew what was going to happen before it did. “I have to tell you something. I did something bad.”

The selfish part of Sirius wanted this. He wanted exactly this. But there was a sinking feeling in his chest, seeing it happen right before his eyes. He attempted to telepathically will you to stop talking, but it was too late. Regulus stared at you expectantly.

“Last summer I… I was with someone else. I cheated on you, Reg,” you cried.

Sirius’s normally-reserved brother could not contain the shock dripping from his voice. “What?”

“Regulus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

“How could you?” snapped Regulus. “I let you stand here and scold me over my activities as if you have the moral high ground between us! You had an affair? With whom?”

You looked pained. “Don’t make me say it, Reg. Just know how sorry–”

“With whom?”

“W-With your brother, Regulus. With Sirius.” His name sounded like a melody on your tongue. Sirius held his breath, swallowing the emotion pooling inside of him.

“What? My brother? You had an affair with my brother?” Regulus looked as though he was about to strike. Sirius bent his front legs, ready to pounce. “Did you sleep with him?”

You turned away, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Did you sleep with him?”

You nodded slowly. It was as if you were carrying the weight of a thousand bricks.

Regulus ran his hand through his hair. He paced the length of the room, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Okay,” he said after a tense silence, “we can fix this. I don’t blame you; I know how my brother is. You can be so gullible. He tricked you into sleeping with him. I was away for so long. You were upset. I can forgive you. We can move past this.”

You stared up at him, wild-eyed. “W-We can?”

“Yes, we can,” said Regulus. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I forgive you.”

“I don’t think I can,” you said slowly, lifting your eyes to gaze directly into his.

“What do you mean?”

You wiped away your tears hastily. “I tried so hard, Reg. I tried so hard to forget him, but I can’t. I’m in love with him.”

Sirius nearly yelped in giddy shock. She’s in love with me. (Y/N) loves me, not him. She loves me, not him, and he knows.

Regulus had an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re in love with him? So all those years between us, they mean nothing to you?”

“Not at all,” you argued. “I love you so much, Reg. But you aren’t the same anymore. You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me,” said Regulus angrily. “You did this! You’re the one that slept with my brother!”

“I’m telling you, it’s not like that! It wasn’t just sex. I went to him for help. I went to him for you,” you said. “It wasn’t on purpose. I never meant to hurt you. But I can’t pretend anymore. I’m in love with him.”

Regulus was seething in a characteristically quiet way. “My brother,” he spat, “cares for no one but himself. I am sure you two will be perfect for each other. We are done.” With that, he spun around and walked out of the Shrieking Shack, slamming the door behind him.

You fell on your knees, sobbing into your hands. Your soft whimpers broke Sirius’s heart into pieces. He poked his head out from under the table and pawed his way toward you. You looked up and gasped in fright. Sirius had forgotten about Padfoot’s unnaturally large size. Gently, he nudged your leg with his snout. “Sorry, you had to see all of that.” You buried your face into your knees. “Are you the big, bad wolf in this joint?”

Before he could combust at your innocence, Sirius jerked upward again and balanced himself on two feet. “Nope, but he’s a friend of mine,” he joked softly.

Your head snapped up. You jumped in complete surprise. “Sirius! What are you doing here?” You stared at a spot on the ground. “Are you an Animagus?”

“To answer your second question, yes,” said Sirius hurriedly, wanting more than anything to skip the small talk, “and to answer your first, this is almost like a second home to me. How did you know about the wolf?”

You looked at him in awe, then shriveled backward in shame. “Severus Snape spread some awful rumors when you all were at school.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. “Sirius…”

Sirius took tentative steps toward you. “No more lies,” he whispered. “Are you really in love with me?”

You stared into his grey eyes. “Yes,” you said in a hushed whisper. “I’m in love with you, Sirius. And I’m so sorry about what I said that day. I was scared. I know it’s no excuse, but it’s the truth.”

In an instant, Sirius felt warmth rush up his body. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you without a second thought. To his utter delight, you kissed him back hungrily. Your arms wrapped around his waist, inhaling his musky scent. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled sadly. “Me neither. But how can we possibly be together?”

“Well, you’ll be home for Christmas soon,” said Sirius.

“That’s only for a few weeks,” you argued.

Sirius kissed your cheek. “It’s plenty of time. Plus, I can get into the castle whenever I want.”

You looked skeptical. “How?”

“I have my ways,” said Sirius. “I’m never letting you go again.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes. “How am I supposed to go back? To face all of them again?”

“They wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you, not under the teachers’ noses,” said Sirius, mostly to assure himself. “Stay away from Regulus, too.”

“Easier said than done,” you said. “They dragged some poor Muggleborn third-year here just to torture her. You don’t even know what they get up to at school.”

Sirius pulled you into a tight embrace. He felt a tingle in his jacket. Pulling out the shard, he met a very familiar pair of hazel eyes. “Is everything okay? Did you find anything?” asked James.

Sirius pulled away from you. “Yes, everything’s fine. I've searched the whole village. It was just a few Slytherin sixth-years, but they’re gone now. I’ll meet you there.”

With a nod, James vanished.

You tugged on his sleeve. “What was that? You have to go?”

Sirius made a motion to pocket the mirror, glancing at it thoughtfully before doing so. After a quick moment, he shoved it in your direction. “Here, keep this. It’s a way for you to call me at school. Whenever you need me, don’t hesitate.”

You paused. “Are you sure? What about James?”

“He won’t mind,” assured Sirius. “Promise me you’ll use it. Even if you only want to talk.”

Smiling, you pulled him into another kiss. “Definitely.”

Sirius feared letting go, though he wasn’t afraid you would walk away again. He wasn’t sure what his brother and his friends would do. “I’ll see you soon, love. Don’t worry too much. You’re Sirius Black’s girl.”

“That I am, darling. For as long as I can help it.”

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pbiskillingmehere · 5 years

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Antony x Maeve Modern AU Drabble (Pt. 2)

“Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

Tags: @claudevonstruke @bacchantony @choicesarehard@give-me-ernest-sinclaire @regina-and-happiness @simsvetements @thechoicesvita

Part 1 is here ya’ll!

If Antony had it his way, he would sweep up the beautiful girl in his arms and carry her to one of the empty rooms in the house, or even back to his place. But she slid out of his embrace, her bet with her friends satisfied, and began to leave,

“Retreating, are we?” he called to her back as she went, smiling when she spun on her heels back towards him.

She shifted her jaw in annoyance, then took a few steps back towards him. “First, I do not retreat. Second, I’m done, so what reason would I have to stay?” she replied haughtily.

He reached forward and traced the shape of her cheek. “I can think of a few, especially after hearing some of the sounds you were just making.”

She pushed his hand aside. “Fuck off,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but as she turned back around she couldn’t hide her wry smile.

He laughed. “Are you going to tell me your name at least?”

This time, she didn’t turn around, and then she was gone.

He asked a few people if they knew anything about her, giving her vague description to them. Most said they couldn’t help him, or were drunk beyond coherence.

Brutus seemed to know who she was. He was sitting on the couch a pretty girl in a purple dress on his lap, her waist in one hand and a beer in the other. “Might be the new girl. Heard she moved here from Germany or something. Super hot,” he drawled.

“She’s not that pretty,” the girl on Brutus’s knee said, flipping a braid over her shoulder. “She’s actually kind of a bitch.”

Antony gave them a bored smile to hide the anger that they sparked in him. “Yes, and you would know, wouldn’t you, Xanthe?” Not bothering to see her shocked expression, he walked away in frustration.

He was leaving the upstairs bathroom when she found him again. There was a clear “no people upstairs” policy at the house, but Antony was an exception of course, and he preferred to used the bathroom that wasn’t covered in vomit at the moment. After he shut the door behind him, he caught sight of her by the stairs, face impassive.

She was just a lovely as before, but this time she appeared to be a bit more out of sorts. Her ponytail was a little less sleek, her cheeks a little rosier, and her shirt was askew, nearly revealing the entire lacey cup of her bra.

“Hello again—“

“Bathroom?” she said, nodding to the door.

Antony blinked. This was unexpected. “Yeah?” Was she going to pretend like the kiss downstairs didn’t happen?

She nodded. “Is it clean?”

What the fuck was this conversation? “Cleaner then downstairs,” he said with careful confusion.

“Good.” Then she stalked toward him, gliding past as she slipped into the bathroom. “Well, are you coming or not?”

When fully realization hit Antony, he didn’t need to be asked twice.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, she pushed him back against it by his shoulders and stared him in the eye, unflinching. “Are you drunk?”

Green. Her eyes were a shade of deep animated jade that he had never seen before. “That kiss from earlier certainly sobered me up,” he said with a half-smile.

She continued staring with those eyes.

“I’m not drunk,” he said seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, she gripped his shoulders and devoured him.

Her lips were so soft to the touch but hard and demanding as she pressed them harshly to his. Antony moaned as her tongue slid against his, and he was suddenly lost in the movements of her mouth and the delicious scent of her perfume. For the second time that night, his arm banded around her waist and pressed her body against his. Growling, she hiked her leg around his hip, and he gripped her thigh without missing a beat, pulling her even closer to feel what she was doing to him.

She moaned when she felt his hardness against her, grinding her pelvis against him involuntarily. Antony hissed, sliding his hand from her thigh to her ass. In retaliation, she bit his lip. His hand snaked under her shirt to undo the clasp on that goddamn bra, but she slapped his hand away. Antony couldn’t help but smile against her lips at her fire, the control she demanded. No one had ever been like this with him before.

She pulled back and practically gripped him by the collar. “I--” Her lips brushed his jaw. “Don’t--” She bit his neck. “Retreat.” Then she was on her knees and undoing his belt.

The sight of her kneeling and flushed and eagerly undoing his pants drove Antony absolutely mad, his need pumping through his veins. “By all means, prove me wrong.”

“Shut up,” she said, but her eyes were on his waistline has she freed his cock. Then she gave him a long lick and his head was back against the door.

Despite how fast she was moving a moment ago, she took him into her wet mouth slowly, tortuously. He wasn’t sure if he should hate her or love her for it.

His hand came to tangle in her hair, encouraging her as she began bobbing her head. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust into her mouth and risk scaring her off with being too rough. Instead, he dragged his fingers from her hair to lightly brush down her neck, tracing slowly over her to play with the strap of her shirt, only to glide back up once more, trying to focus despite how good her lips felt around him.

She hummed around his cock, the vibrations nearly sending him reeling. Then she met his eyes, pupils dilated with lust, telling him without words how much she wanted to do this.

She began picking up the pace, hollowing her cheeks as she did so. Her hand caressed up across his abdomen, and the groan that escaped him was animalistic and wanting. His grip on her hair tightened, unused to being at someone else’s mercy. The novelty of this stranger having such dominion over him along with a flick of her tongue pushed him over the edge, only giving him a brief chance to warn her before he was spilling into her mouth.

She took it with an expertise that he chose not to dwell on, and as he came down, she released him with a wet sound that nearly made him hard again.

She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her hair as she rose to her feet, color high on her cheeks but her face unreadable. He couldn’t quite figure her out. She had gone from kissing him to rejecting him to giving him one of the best blowjobs of his life in a single evening. Antony would puzzle out this woman if it killed him.

“As you can imagine, now I really want to know your name,” he chuckled as he fixed his pants.

She huffed a laugh. “Fair. I’m Maeve.”

“Antony,” he replied, fixing her ponytail over her shoulder.

“I know who you are.” Her eyes glinted as she tilted her head in a feline sort of gesture.

Perfect. “All good things I’m sure.”

“All good things to know, rather,” she shot back effortlessly.

He caressed the side of her jaw, not unlike how he touched her earlier. “Seems a little unfair, don’t you think? For you to apparently know so much about me and I only know your name.”

She raised a brow. “I saw you talking to Xanthe. I’m sure she would be more than happy to tell you all about me,” she quipped, her dislike for the girl evident.

So she had kept track of him. Interesting. Pulling a mischievous smile, he purred, “I prefer experience to rumor, And if you give me just a few moments, I would be more than happy give us both some more experiences.”

She glanced over her shoulder, then back at him, frowning. “I’m not going to fuck you on a sink that looks like it’ll fall apart if I stare at it for too long. Besides, my friends are leaving soon.”

As much as he wanted to step in front of the door to get her to stay, he didn’t want to make her feel trapped with him. He had to go for persuasion instead. “Are you really the sort of woman to not take exactly what she gives?” His thumb brushed her bottom lip.

“Considering you just learned my name about a minute, I wouldn’t say you know me well enough to say what sort of woman I am.” She moved to poke him in the chest.

He caught her hand and nibbled the inside of her wrist. “Let’s get to know each other over dinner, then.”

Her brows raised suspiciously. “Of all the things I’ve heard about you, being the dinner date type wasn’t one of them.”

He wasn’t, but getting dinner with her was immensely appealing. “Can you blame a guy for wanting to see you outside of a bathroom at a house party?”

She snorted. “Smooth.”

“Thank you.” He held out his hand expectantly.

Rolling her eyes, she handed over her phone. “Drinks. No dinner.”

“Drinks, and a stop at the food truck on 9th.”

She pursed her full lips. “Deal. And I’m not sharing my Greek fries.”

He laughed.“Sounds fair. Besides, I need to make up for my bad behavior,” he said as he tapped in information into her phone.

“Care to elaborate?”

He leaned his head down, lips brushing her cheek in the lightest of touches. “I usually make sure a woman comes before I do. You…caught me by surprise,” he whispered next to her ear.

She stepped around him to make for the door. “I’ll be sure to give you ample warning next time.”

Next time.

“Also,” she turned her face towards his, their mouths inches away from one another. “If you brag to your fuckboy frat buddies about this, I’ll chop your cock off.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

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summerseachild · 5 years

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Summersea’s GoT Season 6 Tumblr Spoiled First Time Watch 2019: Part 1

So I was going to rename this a “hatewatch” now that I’ve gotten to a whole season I hadn’t seen before, but let’s be honest. If you’ve seen me reblogging things from later seasons, it was never going to be that. There are things that I knew I was going to enjoy VERY MUCH, and I wasn’t wrong. There were also things that, if I let them, would have had me frothing a the mouth in rage.

But then I reminded myself that I’m vacationing in Castle Not Giving a Shit while I watch the back half of the show, and things were much better after that. I’ve mostly left my in the moment reaction except where I’d had too much wine to be coherent.

Season 6

Hot on the heels of season 5 i still have a third of a bottle of Chardonnay left let’s DO THIS

6x01

1. Lol it’s still in the credits so they continue to pretend like they care about Dorne????

2. Ghost howling 😢😢😢

3. So Davos went straight from staning one dour person to another... he has a type.

4. Some dude in the night’s watch re Melisandre: who’s she? Davos: oh just some lady Who spat a shadow out of her vag once LETS TRUST HER

5. Wow Olly aged a lot over the past five minutes since he killed Jon!

6. Edd please don’t die here. I don’t remember how you go but don’t let it be here

7. Boo hoo poor little psychopath lost his gf. No one cares, Ramsay. Myranda deserved what she got AND SO WILL YOU

8. My soul left my body like three times during that chase scene where Theon and Sansa are running from the Bolton men. POOR COLD BBS

9. That hug where they’re just CLINGING TO EACH OTHER THIS SHOULD NOT MAKE ME SHIP IT BUT HERE WE ARE

10. THEON SHOWING HIMSELF TO TRY TO KEEP HER SAFE I CANNOT HE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS IF THEY CATCH HIM AND HE DOES IT ANYWAY SO SHE MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

11. IT’S BRIENNE OF MF-ING TARTH OMG YAY

12. Also go Theon killing that dude

13. UGH THE SWEARING FEALTY SCENE WITH SANSA AND BRIENNE AND ALL OF THEIR FACES AND SANSA LOOKING TO THEON BEFORE ACCEPTING AND POD REMINDING HER OF THE WORDS IT IS PERFECT

14. Give me the AU where Theon lives and stays at Winterfell because he wants to be near her and they understand each other and Brienne is in her Queensgiard I AM NOT ASKING MUCH

15. Meanwhile in other trauma hi Cersei

16. UGH LOOK HOW SHE RUNS ACROSS THE COURTYARD TO SEE HER DAUGHTER

17. So... that scene with Jaime and Cersei where they talked about seeing Joanna’s dead body and she... Doesn’t blame him??? For Myrcella? Like I thought she would??? And she tells him about the prophecy??? And they hug??? Yeah that’s in contention for my fav Lannister twin scene ever? Top five at the very least. (And another member of the “Jaime writes his siblings’ dialogue” club.)

18. For all of his false kindness and gentleness the High Sparrow is just as bad as any of them, and When I’m not seething with anger I can appreciate how nuanced Jonathan Pryce’s performance is.

19. Wtf Ellaria and Tyene murdering Doran.

20. OMG TRYSTANE and I call Sand Snake Character Assassination here they are just SO BITCHY and without honor and the Dorneish are SO HONOR OBSESSED ugh why I hate it Also was that Myrcellas ship? Are there two bitchy Sand snakes just chilling in king’s landing now??

21. Tyrion and Varys among the people is kind of fascinating. Also what’s up with that Red Priest? Another who thinks the lord of light chose Dany?

22. Oh no the ships... Varys and Tyrion running TOWARD trouble says a lot about them.

23. Did the showrunners... forget Jorah would know the word Khalasar? Why would he say horde?

24. At least the Khals believe Dany is Drogo’s widow?

25. Ok so the waif is fascinating and her movements are just so... Succinct. A++ physical acting or whatever the word is.

26. Whoa that’s Melisandre without the necklace?? Cool story bro but why did she choose then to take it off? What does that tell us about her as a character or her powers? Just wanted to show some crone boobs? IDEK that was a weird ending.

6x02

1. The trailer reminds us that BRAN IS IN THIS SHOW

2. Remember this kid? He’s a Stark! He’s VERY IMPORTANT! He’s GONNA BE KING, but he wasn’t in all of season 5. He matters WE PROMISE.

3. The older generation of Starklings!!! I would be lying if I didn’t say seeing Lyanna and Brandon and Ned and Benejen And Nan and bb Hodor didn’t give me a LOT of feelings. (Also Bloodraven is the Worst Ghost of Christmas Past Ever.)

4. Cross fandom wish: I want to see Hodor, Groot, and Rocket have a conversation where everyone understands every word.

5. So... Meera and Summer have been hunting so that they all stay alive, right?? Otherwise WHAT ARE THEY EATING

6. Ok I take back what I said about them only having the Children once, but that was WEAK. “Help Bran, Meera. Because I said so and I’m a creepy magical person whose motivations are unclear”

7. YEAAAAAH WUN WUN SMASH THOSE TRAITORS. Good on you too Edd for taking charge.

8. Ugh every bar has one like that asshole talking about Cersei. And I don’t think he’s long for this world

9. I LOVE BEING RIGHT HI GREGOR

10. Why would Tommen keep Cersei away from Myrcella’s funeral. OH GODS HE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT HER.

11. Ugh Jaime is tired of keeping vigil over his dead family members GIVE HIM A BREAK

12. Also Jaime promising never to let Cersei be in a cell again while he’s there AAAAHHH YES 🦁 ❤️

13. There’s nothing more dangerous than a fanatic who fears nothing, Jaime. But him threatening the High Sparrow was made of sex.

14. SEVEN HELLS did Tommen just give Cersei the idea to blow up the sept

15. Dany’s council meeting in absentia is kind of neat. I was wondering how those crazy kids were doing.

16. Lol I drink and I know things is ABOUT TYRION KNOWING ABOUT DRAGONS 🐉 I DID NOT KNOW THAT AND I LOVE IT

17. Tyrion being like “please DO NOT EAT THE ALLIES (me)” to Viserion and Rhaegal is amazing

18. Viserion is all ME TOO LET ME GO HERE’S THE CHAIN SMALL HUMAN when he shows Tyrion his neck.

19. That was a rough test Jaqen

20. Yes Ramsay please march North I dare you

21. Roose KNOWS what Ramsay is and tries to steer him out of it but I don’t think he truly understands how deep the crazy goes

22. HOLY SHIT RAMSAY JUST STABBED HIS DAD and everyone either is too scared of Ramsay to do anything about it or was in on it. LOOKING AT YOU KARSTARK ASSHOLE

23. Oh Walda you sweet trusting soul he is going to feed you and your baby to those dogs isn’t he. I DON’T like being right. Have I mentioned that?

24. Brienne recognizing Sansa’s choices were hard ❤️❤️

25. Ugh Theon talking about all the things he’s done and Sansa hugging him anyway aaaaah my soul

26. It’s hard to hear someone else say they forgive you you when you don’t think you deserve forgiveness, and he’s definitely not ready to hear it from Jon. (But he’s ready to hear it from Sansa because of what they’ve been through together? I like that explanation and I’m sticking to it.)

27. Oh right Pyke exists the show doesn’t remember that unless it’s convenient.

28. HOW DARE YOU REFERENCE THAT PINECONES LINE SHOW YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THAT

29. Ok at least Yara cares about her people and we get to see it.

30. OMG Euron? He’s the one who kills Balon?

31. ...and he’s kind of got delusions of Grandeur? “I am the drowned god” wtf sir.

32. Gotta admit Iron Islands burial customs are kinda neat

33. We get the Kingsmoot? I’m listening, show... you’re on notice but I’m listening.

34. Depressed Melisandre is depressed. Wait... has she never done the raising from the dead thing? SEVEN HELLS SHE HASN’T.

35. A pep talk from Davos might snap me out of my crisis of faith too.

36. Thoros can do this in the language of Westeros, but I guess if Valyrian works for you...

37. I love Tormund peacing out of the room with Mostly Dead Jon like “I have had enough of this south of the wall bullshit”

38. Did Melisandre reach the lord of lights answering machine and it took him a while to get back? “If you would like to leave a resurrection request for R’hllor, please press one...”

39. Ghost’s eyes open AND SO DO JON’S hey bro

6x03 this episode is called Oathbreaker ARE WE ABOUT TO GET TO SEE THE FLASHBACK TO JAIME KILLING AERYS PLZ TELL ME

1. He liiiives! Poor Jon... what did you see while you were gone I wonder?

2. Oh jeez it was nothing. At least he has the most comforting sensible person in this series to help him through.

3. I like that Jon gets to come downstairs and HUG TWO OF HIS FRIENDS and none of the nights watch or the wildlings bat an eye or seem to think less of him for it. LET MEN HUG.

4. Oh jeez Sam’s taking Gilly and the baby to Horn Hill? Do we get to meet his mom? (No one cares about Randylll but I think we might get to meet him too?)

5. BB Sam is SO CUTE HE HAS HAIR NOW.

6. Wait is Gilly pregnant again?

7. That is the Tower of Joy and I AM NOT READY

8. HOLY SHIT HOWLAND REED KILLED ARTHUR DAYNE?

9. Sword of the morning indeed WHAT A BADASS (somewhere in my soul Jaime is waving an “Arthur Dayne Rocks” banner) there’s no way Ned could have won that fight without help and now Bran knows that??? I don’t really have anything interesting to say here I just love the idea of a kid getting to see the truth of a family story that’s radically different from what he thought he knew.

10. Past Ned HEARD BRAN? FASCINATING?

11. Oh right Dany is about to meet all of the other widows of the Khals this could be cool but knowing d and d it won’t be because it would involve treating WoC with nuance.

12. Not impressed so far.

13. So this girl Varys is meeting with is in league with the Sons of the Harpy? Good my memory is intact.

14. all this with Varys actually TRYING to take care of Meereen is fun...

15. Tyrion being like OMG I AM BORED PLZ TALK ABOUT SOMETHING to Grey Worm and Missandei is the most him thing ever. I feel you Bro. He’s a people person deep down and just wants to be friends so badly.

16. Qyburn with all of Varys’ little birds and making kids’ abusive parents disappear is PRECIOUS.

17. Don’t poke the Mountain, Jaime

18. LANNISTER MUSICAL CHAIRS PART 2 also Jaime is ON THE SMALL COUNCIL NOW??? Who gave book!Cersei three wishes??? Him actually being in her corner and working with her as a team must be like a wish come true...

19. “Grand Maester Pycelle would you sanction that starement?” 😂 Lena’s delivery of that line made me laugh so hard we had to rewind to hear the dialogue.

20. No no don’t leave the three of them together they’ll plan murder. Well, Cersei and Jaime will. Gregor will nod.

21. Tommen confronting the high sparrow fascinated me. He has some of the I WILL KILL YOU family traits on display here but it’s understandable given what his family has gone through at the high sparrows hand. I’d be threatening murder too if I were him.

22. What are you playing at mr high Sparrow? Because I don’t trust you farther than I can throw you, and I don’t even have a good arm.

23. The Hound was not on her list any more 😢 that whole scene with Arya recounting her life and learning to fight blind is NEAT.

24. Wait faceless men are immune to the poison in the water?? Cool.

25. Is that supposed to be Greatjon Umber’s son who refuses Jon? What an ass.

26. My wife adds, “THESE LOSERS are the people Sansa is supposed to be queen of?”

27. OH SHIT OSHA AND RICKON AND SHAGGYDOG HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN? (Please let Sansa Find out who did that and who helped and give them what they deserve... there’s no way anyone took down that wolf alone.) I HATE THAT WE ARE NEVER GOING TO GET CLOSURE ON THAT PROBABLY.

28. Oh shit Jon has to hang the traitors that’s gonna be hard on him.

29. At least Alliser is consistent.

30. Jon did what he had to do... just like Ned in the first ep.

31. Wait WHAT did you just hang those men and then LEAVE? Isn’t leaving just as damaging to the order as killing the lord commander? That seemed overly quick and weird but ok????

32. Guess Jon was the Oathbreaker.

6x04

1. If anyone deserved an I JUST DIED crisis, it’s Jon. Also, the vows say, “it will not end until my death...” so technically...

2. Brienne got them up to the Wall QUICK. She is nothing if not efficient.

3. Sansa and Jon are like, “so... how cool are we going to play this? NOT COOL AT ALL LETS HUG” so sweet.

4. “Where will WE go?” Yes stay together Starklings because family is important certainly don’t scatter to the four winds or anything 🙄

5. I kind of love that Sansa’s the one who insists on taking back Winterfell and is all “help me or not I’m doing it”

6. I’m Brienne of Tarth and I HAVE A LONG FUCKING MEMORY. Wait... wrong show. (She DOES, though...)

7. Wow Petyr lying about Sansa being forced to Marry Ramsay... he’s playing the lords of the Vale like a fiddle.

8. That’s a lovely bird he got Robin. What a pretty boy.

9. Missandei staring daggers at Tyrion is Excellent Content. The “Tyrion tries to be a little more diplomatic but this involves dealing with slavers” problem is... a bit oversimplified, but at least they’re addressing it? Still not great.

10. Jorah and Daario are off on a secret mission and I cant stop hearing the Galavant song.

11. The older widow of the Dosh Khaleen is more interesting than the show will let her be.

12. Is that Lazareen widow Dutch from Killjoys? IT IS!!!!

13. Guess what high Sparrow NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS CONVERSION STORY LEAST OF ALL ME (guess who has some issues with organized religion it’s meeeee)

14. Way to act your heart out, though, Jonathan Pryce.

15. So idk if I’ve made a big deal about this but I’m SUPER QUEER and seeing Loras broken like that made my heart stop for a second.

16. “Not setting off” fanatics, huh Pycelle? I think Cersei has other ideas 😈 🔥

17. Tommen is TALLER THAN CERSEI NOW

18. Cersei and Jaime trying to get Olenna and Kevan on their side against the High Sparrow is... smarter than I thought it was going to be when they walked into that room. They had a united front, they were clearly working together... WHAT IS THIS I LIKE IT

19. Theon looks like a ghost of himself. :( And Pyke looks all creepy.

20. Jeez Yarra go easy on your little brother his psyche still has cracks in it. I guess it’s understandable that she’s pissed given the failed rescue and the timing of his arrival. I kept just waiting for him to say “I want to be home,” when she yelled WHAT DO YOU WANT but he didn’t and that makes me sad. (Home should have been Winterfell or wherever Sansa was just saying.)

21. Oh Osha don’t try it... shit. Well, you tried

22. And Tormund’s epic crush on Brienne begiiiiiins

23. SHIT RAMSAY TELLS JON HE HAS RICKON

24. Sansa insisting on reading the rest of the letter from Ramsay is... made of steel. I’m here for her being the driving force behind this attempted rescue.

25. I didn’t realize that so many Dothraki knew about how Dany lost the baby and Drogo.

26. DID DANY JUST KILL ALL OF THE KHALS? Girl knows how to make an entrance? The optics here are sooooo problematic but she looks DAMNED impressive the plan in and of itself is sound - gets rid of the men who don’t respect her and shows herself to be indestructible in one power move...

6x05 OH NO THIS IS CALLED THE DOOR I THINK I KNOW WHAT IS COMING

1. Is it just me or are d and d writing more and more episodes themselves?

2. Sansa has had enough of Littlefinger’s bullshit. Making him face up to what HE LEFT HER TO WHEN HE MARRIED HER TO RAMSAY AND ABANDONED HER YES GOOD.

3. When he says “did he cut you” and Sansa talking about Ramsay not caring as long as she could give him an heir... does that mean what I think it does? FGM? I hate that I even wonder. (Still not sure about this, but I don’t put it past them to imply something horrific like that and then not come back to it.)

4. The more I see the waif fight, the cooler she gets.

5. Faceless men founded Braavos? Right I KNEW that.

6. Ok the play is fun... complete with sound effects. So interesting to see what people in Braavos think of everything that happened.

7. So... I would Lady Crane’s voice anywhere. Hi Phryne!

8. Oh wow look at all the CotF

9. THEY MADE THE WHITE WALKERS I did not know that and for YEARS before this season came out we had an au idea where that was true and I AM SCREAMING

10. AND THEY DID IT TO DEFEND AGAINST THE ANDALS AND WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO THE TREES

11. Yara’s speech was lovely, Theon supporting her was sweet, but Yara shouldn’t have needed a dude’s support to get that reaction from the crowd. She’s been on Pyke and being badass ALL HER LIFE. That being said, I like to think Yara would have been Queen in this version of things if Euron hadn’t showed up. What a Dick.

12. How does Euron go from wanting to marry Dany to allying with Cersei? I guess I’m about to find out.

13. Damphair knows cpr, idiot showrunners. don’t just let Euron lie there.

14. YES GET AWAY YARA AND THEON AND... a lot of the fleet? Good on them.

15. Jorah trying to leave Dany and her not letting him and commanding him to find a cure aaaahhhhh my feelings 😢

16. In the real world Tyrion would have been a great campaign manager.

17. If they wanted someone local... why get a red priestess from Volantis? Is this supposed to be the same woman? Do any of the people of Meereen even follow the faith of R’Hollor?

18. Varys having no time for the red faith’s bullshit is SO GOOD. It’s ok Varys you’re probably the most famous eunuch in the world right now. And whoop de doo a sorceress knows a story about a sorcerer it’s a small magical world don’t let her cow you.

19. ...whatcha doing, Bran???

20. Well that’s not creepy at all. Soooo many wights. Were there only... four white walkers including the night king? I’m so confused.

21. “The Umbers gave Rickon to Ramsay they can hang” YES SANSA

22. Why did she lie about getting info from Petyr? (And GOOD ON BRIENNE calling her on it)

23. Brienne calling Jon “a bit brooding” is the most hilarious thing ever. Somewhere Jaime Lannister is laughing his ass off.

24. Yes wolfy clothes for everyone.

25. Awww Edd forgetting he’s acting lord commander is hilarious.

26. SO MANY WIGHTS DON’T DIE MIRA

27. Why are the children and the white walkers on opposite sides? Are these just about rogue CotF? EXPLAIN SHOW EXPLAIN

28. Cool visuals though... the night king walking through that fire was AWESOME.

29. Rickard LOOKS like a stark in that flashback.

30. RIP Bloodraven... glad you didn’t have to see how pointless all of this was.

31. Wait wait plain old wights can KILL THE CHILDREN? Dumb.

32. SUMMER NO I AM NOT OK WITH ANY OF THIS not Leaf either she’s a nice little tree person even if her motivations are unclear.

33. So Bran warging into Hodor in the present and in the past at the same time is what messed him up? Or something about the time folding and Bran BEING THERE?

34. That was upsetting as fuck about Hodor and I AM SAD EVEN THOUGH I KNEW IT WAS COMING

And... tumblr won’t let me post the whole thing. I had A LOT to say about some later episodes. Remember when I was going to keep this to three bullet points for each episode? Yeah me neither.

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 7 years

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Merry Kissmas

Title: Merry Kissmas

Characters: Jack x Reader, Dean, Sam, and Castiel

Word Count: 2206

Warning: FLUFF!, Mild language (like one word.)

A/N: This just popped into my head and thus this was born. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it Let me know what you think. I promise I don’t bite!

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“Okay Jack, there is one particular thing you need to know about Christmas. See this right here?” Jack nodded seeing the little plant in your hands, “It’s called a mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe,” Jack repeated.

“Correct! Awesome Jack!” You praised, earning one of his innocent and sparkling smiles. “Now, the rule of the mistletoe is that, when a person is standing under it, you have to give them a quick friendly kiss on the lips,” you explained, mischief glittering in your eyes, although unnoticed to the young and oblivious Nephilim.

“Alright, I think I get it. Christmas is really strange,” he commented.

“Here, let’s practice.” You held the mistletoe above your teddy bear. “Okay Jack, let’s pretend this is a person, and look, he’s under the mistletoe, so I’m just going to give him a quick kiss on the lips,” you told him before pecking your stuff bear’s mouth. “Do you understand better now?”

“Yes, that definitely helped.”

“Good, now don’t forget about the rule,” you reiterated.

“Got it. If a person is under the mistletoe, we give them a kiss.”

“YES!” You cheered, a little too enthusiastically, causing you and Jack to slightly bounce on your bed.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” Dean popped in front of your bedroom door. You whipped your head in his direction, Jack casually greeting him.

“N-Nothing!” You blurted, hiding the mistletoe behind you. Dean glared, not believing you in the slightest.

“Actually, Y/N was teaching me about Christmas,” Jack interjected.

“Uh, yeah…” you trailed, hoping Dean would believe it. It was true after all.

“Yeah, whatever. And what did I say about you two being alone in a room together?” Dean scolded, waving his finger back and forth between you and Jack.

“Relax DAD! The door is open,” you retorted sarcastically. Dean grunted before giving the two of you wary eyes.

“Door. Stays. Open,” he warned, giving Jack an intimidating stare.

“YES! Sheesh!” You groaned. Dean gave a little satisfied smirk before disappearing from the door frame. Dean always found satisfaction in annoying you. To Dean it felt like the closest thing he’d get to ‘normal.’ To that white picket fenced life. He felt it was as if he was the big older brother tormenting his sweet baby sister. And he wasn’t wrong. To onlookers, they would think the same as well.

After a few more minutes of explaining Christmas to Jack, and answering his million questions about who Santa Clause is, the two of set out into the rest of the bunker. The pair of you nonchalantly roamed the bunker in search for your first unsuspecting victim. That was when you saw Sam sitting in the library, his ever-changing hazel orbs glued to the screen, idly typing away at his laptop.

Sucker number one.

You’d think that guilt would have stopped you from pulling this prank, considering you were practically taking advantage of Jack’s innocene and ignorance of the vast world he was still trying to learn, but you didn’t. In fact, you relished in all the possibilities.

Jack watched you with curiosity and amusement as you snuck behind Sam, ducking behind him and dangling the mistletoe over his head. You readied your camera phone anticipating the reaction Sam was going to give. Fighting the urge to laugh, you bit the inside of your cheeks, cursing Jack for taking five-ever to do the thing.

Suddenly Jack was standing beside Sam and you moved away in time to catch the perfect shot. Sam had noticed Jack standing uncomfortably close, and when he looked up to ask id he needed anything, Jack shook his head before dipping down to capture Sam’s lips with his. Sam tried to back away but failed miserably, practically falling off the chair.

“Jack! Ugh, what the hell?! What are you doing?!” Sam was a mixture of frantic and baffled to what just happened and why it happened. His face was cherry red and you couldn’t handle it any more. You broke into uncontrollable laughter, your phone vigorously shaking in your hands.

“It’s the rule of the mistletoe,” Jack announced, not finding what was so funny or what was so wrong.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted in anger and he got up from the floor, dusting off his pants. Tears were falling from your eyes and your stomach was clenched so hard from laughing that it hurt to breathe.

“Sammy, I’m just trying to teach Jack some of the holiday traditions,” you surprisingly managed to say. What surprised you more was that it was actually coherent.

“Well leave me out of it!” Sam raged.

“Alright, alright!” You gasped, still trying to gather oxygen into your lungs. “Merry Kissmas!”

“Get out of here,” Sam groaned. You shrieked in fear and excitement, grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him along.

Jack scrunched his face in confusion. He was sure he did everything right. He didn’t understand why Sam was so angry. He looked to you for clarification, but all you did was take one look at his poor face and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Jack, jack…” you patted his shoulder. “I guess Sam just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit. It’s okay, let’s try someone else.” You gave him a reassuring smile which brought back his own.

Entering the kitchen, you found Castiel stowing the groceries into the fridge. He must have just gotten home from picking up Dean’s shopping list. Cass greeted you and Jack, before focusing back to the task at hand, however he was unaware that you had your own agenda.

Creeping behind Cass, you stood on your tiptoes, and stretched your arms over his head, hitting the record button. Jack noticed the mistletoe and wasted no time in approaching Cass and pecking him on the lips. Jack smiled while Cass just stared back at him, body still. You couldn’t read the expression on his face as he was stoic like always.

“Why did you do that?” Was his only reply and that was enough to finally break you down. Cass immediately turned his attention to you, watching your writhe under your own cackling fit.

“Why are you so serious?!” You blared, your laughter getting the best of your ability to talk in an appropriate volume. Jack was still standing there with that innocent smile.

God, I love Cass, you thought to yourself.

“Y/N, I heard your prayer. I am very honored that you feel that way about me. I assure you, that I, too, love you, along with Jack and Sam and Dean.

Still calming down, a wide grin spread across your face as you lunged yourself towards Cass, hugging him tightly around his waist, resting your head against his chest. Cass returned the gesture, gently placing his hands around your back and settling his cheek on the top of your head.

“Thanks Cass, I love you! Merry Kissmas!” You chirped, letting him go abruptly and clutching Jack’s hand, running out of the kitchen to find the last person on your mistletoe trick list.

“I don’t think you said that right,” Cass spoke, but it was already too late, you and Jack were already out of sight.

You knew Dean was a big risk, but a risk you were willing to take none the less. Jack was a Nephilim, with extraordinary powers, so you weren’t too worried about things going sideways. Jack followed closely behind you as you padded your way through the bunker, in search of the big bad Winchester. Mr. “Grumpchester.”

After searching the entire bunker including his room, there was only one place left – the garage. As you neared Dean’s second sanctuary, you could hear the sounds of Led Zeppelin muffled through the door. You rolled your eyes at his choice of music. It was almost Christmas; he should have been listening to Christmas songs!

Opening the door, sound waves of instruments washed over you. It was louder than you expected it to be. You stormed over to the stereo and turned down the volume drastically, earning a protest from Dean.

“Hey, hey! My music, what gives!” He grumbled.

“It was so loud; I’m surprised you’re not deaf!” You spat back.

“What do you want anyways?”

“Well Jack wanted to know why Santa Clause lives in the North Pole,” you improvised.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” Dean exhaled, dropping one of his tools in search for another.

You took this as your chance and suspended the Christmas plant over Dean’s head and waited for Jack to kiss him. You glared at Jack, using your eyes to communicate and urge him to do it, but he was hesitant. As Dean found a tool, you hid the mistletoe back behind your back, stuffing it into your back pocket.

You shuffled back over to Jack whispering in his ear. “Jack, what’s wrong? C’mon, Dean’s the last one,” you reasoned.

“I’m not sure about doing this with Dean. I can sense that he isn’t in the Christmas spirit either,” Jack pouted. “Why don’t you do this round?” He suggested in a hushed tone.

“What? I can’t,” you hissed, not wanting Dean to hear.

“Why not? I’ve done it with Sam and Cass.”

“What’s this?” Dean chimed, pulling the mistletoe from your back pocket. You whipped around, jumping to reach for it.

“Dean!” You shouted as Dean laughed at your dismay.

The shouting and laughing caught the attention of Sam and Cass, who were now standing at the garage entrance.

“Oh, c’mon shortcake, you can do better than this,” Dean sang, chuckling at your weak attempt to grab the mistletoe.

Jack stood there watching. He was confused on what to do. Should he laugh with Dean or be angry like you? That’s when he noticed something. The mistletoe was hanging above you. Dean had sent him a threatening text during their exploration of the bunker about kissing him under the mistletoe, however Jack saw no harm or threat when it was you under it.

Dean sent Jack a wink, as he took hold of your arms and spun you around. Without a second for you to comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened in shock, before fluttering shut. Jack’s kiss lingered longer than the pecks he’d given Sam or Cass. Your eyes flew open and you reluctantly pushed Jack away. Cheering surrounding you. Unknown to your knowledge, Sam had taken out his phone to record the momentous occasion – an opportunity to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Your face was blown red, heat radiating off of your entire body. Jack just looked at you as if deep in thought. The more he stared the more embarrassed you got. “Ha, you think this is funny?!” You fussed, your mind absolutely frazzled.

“Yeah, actually we do,” Dean grinned.

“I thought it was really nice,” Jack stated out of the blue. Dean raised his eyebrows at the statement, as did Sam. Cass remained neutral in the face. “Your lips were really warm and soft, and it made me all tingly inside.”

The more Jack spoke the more embarrassed you got. Dean noticed and had no remorse to tease you about it.

“I guess I should be calling you strawberry shortcake since your face is so red,” he nudged you, catching you off guard and sending you into Jack’s arms. You flew out of his grip in record time, overwhelmed with shame.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Did you not like it?” Jack frowned.

God, you liked it. You liked it so much, but this couldn’t happen. You were you and Jack was… well… Jack.

“She definitely liked it, she just prayed about it,” Cass announced. You curdled your body into a ball, attempting to hide yourself from pure humiliation.

“Merry Kissmas!” Dean bellowed.

After a day or two things finally started to die down. The guys were not teasing you about it as much and Jack had stopped asking you about what he felt.

Waking up from a nap, you entered the kitchen for a glass of water. You filled up your cup, taking a sip before heading into the library. You found Dean and Sam huddled around the laptop, giggling like high school girls, while Jack and Cass stood behind them. Jack had a smile etched to his face while Cass seemed amused.

Standing beside Jack, who sent you a smile, you took a sip of your water just as you saw what they were watching. It was the kiss of you and Jack. Water sprayed all over the back of Dean and Sam’s head, and a little on the laptop screen.

“What the fuck? Ew!” Dean rushed to his feet, wiping himself with his hands. Sam froze, standing slowly before turning towards you, sending daggers your way.

At that moment, you didn’t know if you should cower in fear or burst into laughter. It was just one of those moments that was hilarious to the onlooker but frustrating to the victims. Accepting that you were probably going to get shit for this, your resolve quickly broke and you let it all out. You laughed as you imagined what you must have looked like spitting water all over the boys and you laughed harder at the reactions you got from them.

It was classic.

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mittensmorgul · 7 years

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Blood Brothers

I’m watching 8.05, and having my typical small crisis over s8 again as per usual. I typed some disjointed thoughts at lizbob, but I wanted them collected here for future reference. Tidied up and made slightly coherent:

Sam hit a dog.

The guy at the motel in 8.05 tells him "I figured you would've moved on by now" and Sam's apparently only staying in town because the dog needed one more surgical follow-up. Sam was just telling him he was "between jobs," and the guy looks down at the dog and says, "You really messed up that dog."

And... Dean is the dog...

(or at the very least, Dean is the character all the dog metaphors and parallels hang on)

And Sam gets this metaphorical Dean Replacement Dog, fixes him up, and then drags him along into this sham of a civilian life with Amelia. He’d only been “between jobs” up to that point, and hadn’t necessarily abandoned hunting entirely yet. He was in a literal liminal space, lampshaded by his whole conversation with Amelia in that episode:

AMELIA: I thought you were leaving town. SAM: I am. I'm just helping out with maintenance at the motel, you know, while Everett's dad is sick. AMELIA: Who's Everett? SAM: How long have you been here? AMELIA: Three months. Why? SAM: Well, you know, usually when someone moves into a town, they – they actually, uh, you know, move into the town. AMELIA: I did. SAM: A motel is not actually part of the town that it's in. It's not part of anywhere. AMELIA: Well, I haven't found a place yet. Why am I explaining myself to you? You're a drifter or a handyman.

Thee two of them bond over “Dog.” I mean, the thing doesn’t even have a proper name yet, and THIS is what connects Sam and Amelia... this vague notion of drifting through life because what had previously tethered each of them had been taken from them (For Sam, it was Dean. For Amelia, it was her husband Don). And the weirdest thing is that for all the weird liminality of their relationship-- which was mostly shown in softly lit and dreamlike soft focus-- Sam was the one who seemed more in touch with that liminal existence than Amelia did.

Like Dean had been an anchor that kept Sam grounded in the hunting life, and Amelia was some sort of helium balloon that let him float along above all the horrors of his regular life for a short time. But one helium balloon was not enough to sustain that dreamlike existence for very long. Riot, aka Dog, was what enabled Sam to “move into the town” in a way that only someone who’d spent most of his life in liminal spaces could exist in that sort of transient state with any kind of mastery of that liminal space.

I hope that makes sense... It makes perfect sense to me.

This isn’t a dig at Sam, but a revelatory moment about how he’s personally adapted to his entire life on the fringes of society, and in some ways he’s as good at that life as Dean is, despite wishing for that sort of stability that “moving into the town” for real could possibly bring. He’s really good at pretending that he’s actually cut out for that “normal” life. But in order to do so, he has to fully immerse himself in the “role” of “normality.”

And without Dean to play the part of the “dog” for him, Riot becomes the domesticated version of the anchor that Dean had always been for him. NOT Amelia, but the dog.

I was thinking about @rosie-berber’s latest meta challenge, having decided I will definitely be writing about 8.04, because 1) it’s an excellent episode that is intensely on point for all the big themes of s8, and 2) how the hell could people rate it lower than 8.15... because ewwwww there is so much disturbingly wrong about s8′s Weird Dog Episode... which brings me to this point.

And yeah I hate 8.15... but Portia tells Dean that she can tell he hates dogs, and yeah, Dean IS the metaphorical dog he hates. He hates that part of himself. The part that even allows people to run him over, the part that remains unflinchingly loyal to the exclusion of his own wants and needs, the part that is willing to sacrifice himself over and over for his “pack” (i.e. Sam) even when the rest of his pack will drive off anyone else Dean shows any sort of loyalty or affection for.

It’s the core of Sam’s instant rejection of Benny as a friend to Dean. And granted the fact that Dean kept Benny a secret from Sam until he discovered the truth under the worst possible circumstances at the end of 8.05, Dean had his reasons. Mostly he just didn’t feel like he could trust this versino of Sam that had been able to walk away from hunting, from their responsibility to Kevin, and just pretend like everything would just be fine.

Remember that Dean was not exactly mourning Cas, but more in a state of abject pining. Cas wasn’t dead, but he had essentially “dumped” Dean at the portal in Purgatory. It was a very different sort of mourning than we had in s7, and again at the beginning of s13. Yes, Cas was still equally out of reach for Dean, but the flavor of his grief was tainted by his perceived sense of rejection from Cas.

Okay, back to Dean As The Dog...

He eventually makes his peace with it when he gets to be a dog (sort of) in 9.05, but that episode even implies some sort of Darker Dean vs Dogs stuff yet to come (with the dog's last line getting cut off when the spell wears off). And then we have Dean become Crowley's personal Hellhound (and then subsequently reject that role for himself as well).

Heck, this is really why I hate all the stupid dog episodes.

But regardless, the big issue for Sam in s8 was what he perceived as his loss of Dean's "loyalty," as a dog-like quality. That theme continues in 8.06 when Dean gets to express some of his feelings about Sam’s abandonment of him (albeit those feelings were turned poisonously bitter because Dean only expressed them at all because he was possessed by a spectre bent on vengeance for perceived wrongs...). And this theme continues right on down the line in s8 for Sam-- his personal perception that he’s somehow failed Dean, that Dean wanting other friends is somehow part of Sam’s personal failure instead of a healthier and more realistically ~normal~ way for brothers to be with one another.

And because the show is still the show, everything has to swing wildly to the opposite end of this by putting Sam into the role of “dog owner” and Dean turning from loyal hound into a more feral hellhound.

There was some more stuff I intended to say about the reasons Sam was so unwilling to accept Dean’s friendship with Benny, and just how much Sam really had no understanding of Dean’s relationship with Cas at all back during s8, but I think there will be other episodes to discuss those things in more detail (including my defense of 8.04 that I’ll be writing up later). I just wanted to mention the fact here in the spirit of full disclosure.

#spn 8.05 #s13 meta rewatch #spn 8.04 #spn 8.06 #spn 8.15 #spn s9 #dean vs dogs #sam fucking winchester #breaking the codependency #or in this case building it up and dressing it in glitter and sequins so there's no way we can possibly miss seeing it for what it is #and i guess i should throw in the tag for #destiel #since that is a part of all of this even if it's not the part in focus in this particular post #but any episode that shows us the flashback to benny saving cas in purgatory #thereby SHOWING US why dean remained willing to defend benny to sam even if dean never told sam WHY #i mean... there's only one explanation that covers all of this and it's destiel folks...#i will never be over that tbh

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autistic-academic-blog · 7 years

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hey, I am also autistic and applying for a degree like medicine that requires a lot of good 'interpersonal skills'. I've received so many criticisms from professionals who say I won't be able to study it bc I'm autistic, and it's really getting on my nerves! Have you ever dealt with something similar?

Sorry for taking a while to get back to you. I promise I didn’t forget. I’ve been trying to think of what useful advice I could offer. Hopefully everything I’ve written is at least coherent.

First of all, I should preface this by saying that I’m not a doctor or any kind of professional. I’m a high school student who’s planning on going into medicine, but I haven’t gone through much of that process yet. I’m guessing that you might be older than me, just by the way that you phrased your question, but I could be wrong. I should also mention that I don’t disclose my autism to…anyone, so I’ve never been directly discriminated agains for being autistic.

In general, if you’re dealing with people who don’t think you can accomplish what you want to, the best thing to do is shrug it off and prove them wrong. Especially if they don’t think you can become a doctor because you’re autistic, that’s probably only because they believe the stereotypes that the media perpetuates (that all autistics have no empathy and just go around being rude to people). And that’s not a valid reason to tell someone that they can’t do something. If you think that you should go into medicine, don’t let anything get in the way of that. Use the fact that they don’t believe in you as motivation, if you want. Do well in your classes and look for opportunities to get ahead, and hopefully one day they’ll realize that they were wrong about you. In the meantime, you might also want to look for classmates or people on similar tracks as you who are also autistic/neurodivergent, or autistic role models. I’m sure if you look hard enough, you’ll be able to find plenty of autistic people who are already in the medical field.

If you’re struggling to be hired or admitted into a program because of your autism, well, that’s a little more tricky. I don’t want to tell you that you should claim to be “high-functioning” or pretend to be more neurotypical than you actually are so that you can get a job, but it might improve your chances if you’re willing. I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with pandering to NT beliefs a little bit if it’ll help in the long run (like in this case, where I know having a good autistic person in medicine could be great).

On the subject of seeking out jobs, if there’s an interview process (I don’t know exactly what you’re planning on studying, so I don’t know what you’ll be up against, but this is something all neurodivergents should know) you’ll probably want to prepare. A lot of people have written about what you need to do to pass those interviews (because there are often trick questions and mind games involved. And if there’s a personality/aptitude test, I know there are more tricks you’ll need to understand in order to even be considered (once again, NTs for some reason can be really opposed to finding the best person for a job). I’ll link a couple of posts that talk about this in more depth in case you’re not already aware of this.

How to Pass an Employment Assessment Test: http://www.careertalkpro.com/employment-assessment-test-part-1/

What type of answers are employers looking for during a pre-employment assessment test?: https://www.quora.com/What-type-of-answers-are-employers-looking-for-during-a-pre-employment-assessment-test

Autistic in the Workplace: Ableism and Interviews: https://strangerdarkerbetter.com/2017/01/31/autistic-in-the-workplace-ableism-and-interviews/

I’d also advise you to know your rights (and I realize that by this point, I’ve strayed incredibly far from your question). As a person with a disability, know what rights you are afforded under the ADA (if you live in the United States, if not, under whatever laws your country has) and know that there’s always the possibility you will have to fight for them. For example, prospective employers cannot ask you for any health information before offering you a job, and they cannot fire you because of your disability. Hopefully you’ll never have to deal with any illegal discrimination (although to be fair, legal discrimination isn’t much better), but it’s good to be prepared.

To end this very long-winded answer to your fairly straightforward question, I’d just like to remind you that autistic people are every bit as capable as neurotypical people. And in a field like medicine, you may find that your autism actually gives you a lot of advantages. You might be more detail-oriented than your neurotypical peers, or have a superior memory. You’re probably more logical and may be able to easily separate your emotions from your decision-making process (if you’re hypoempathetic and/or have alexithymia). Or you might have hyperempathy and be able to easily tune into the feelings of your patients. Obviously, as an autistic person you may have to work harder to be aware of your mannerisms and tone of voice if you’re working with patients. But there are plenty of things that doctors/medical professionals have to do that neurotypical people are not naturally suited for either. I wish you the best of luck in dealing with allistics as you navigate your career path (but feel free to visit my inbox any time - I love getting messages from people who are going down the same path as I am). And who know? Maybe someday we’ll be colleagues

#ask #autism

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aceprosecuties · 7 years

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Evil!Metis AU (Blackbright, Athena and Bobby friendship, Bobby POV, Angsty) Part 1 of 2: After the 1st part of the AU!Turnabout For Tomorrow trial, Athena recovered her memories of her childhood and the true nature of AU!Metis. Bobby is emotionally down after being without Simon (who is on a leave for the trial and is avoiding him), learning that the missing woman he searched for years is dead, and learning that said woman is awful and used Athena (her child) in experiments.

Evil!Metis AU (Blackbright, Athena and Bobbyfriendship, Bobby POV, Angsty) Part 2 of 2: So Athena and Bobby are piecingtogether the evidence (mostly Athena since Bobby is emotionally down) and aftera failed talk with Aura, they slowly come to realize it was only Simon that didthe murder and hid and buried the body in the metal box. Bobby goes in abreakdown over learning about truth and his feelings for Simon and it’s up toAthena to calm him down. Details is up to you.

Note: Sorry for sending another Evil!Metis promptwhile you are working on the other one, it’s just that this new prompt hit meand I wanted to type it down before I lose the thought. (Note: Write it afteryou are done with the Claypollo one, take all the time your need with bothprompts, keep up the good work!)

Evil!Metis AU anon: If you ever want to post theasks I sent to your ao3 account and/or expand upon the ideas, you are free todo so.

If you need some help brainstorming for theEvil!Metis AU Blackbright prompt I sent a while back (in hindsight, it was alittle vague), I’ll send in extra add-ons (if I am not too late with this):Yuri Cosmos was the one that hired Fulbright to find the “missing”Metis in the first place. So Fulbright partnered up with Simon since Simon wasthe last one seen with Metis (then later he starts fall in love with Simonromantically around the same time Simon starts to fall in love with him back).

Don’t be sorry! I know I take kind of a long time with these;it really is mostly because I find AUs sometimes to be difficult to wrap my headaround and figure out (which is why most of the stuff I write centers aroundcanon stuff). And…well my recent writer’sblock has not helped much, sadly.

And I’ll think aboutit! For stuff like this I would want totry and piece it together in a more coherent story rather than a series ofone-shot type things, but I’ll let you know if I end up piecing it all togetherat some point! I also have my longfic Iwant to finish and then some others in planning stages…if I can get over thiswriting block that I’ve been unfortunately dealing with, sigh.

Also, thanks for theextra details! Like I said, AU thingstend to be somewhat more difficult for me for whatever reason.

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“He’s still not answering…”

Detective Bobby Fulbright sighed and finally put his phoneaway after trying Simon for about the fourth or fifth time. He was standing outside the courthouse,leaning against one of the trees that had been planted decades ago asdecoration. The trial had let out not that long ago, yet Simon was nowhere tobe found and was still dodging any attempt of Bobby’s to contact him. He didn’t understand…he would think thatSimon would want to talk to him about some of the things that had just beenrevealed in court and maybe plan a strategy on how to proceed from here, butinstead he was getting the cold shoulder.

Why?

It was bad enough that Metis Cykes had been apparently deadfor years. Deep down, perhaps Bobby hada feeling – after all, most missing persons cases that go longer thantwenty-four hours end in death. Seven years? They were definitely looking for a body, not a live person.

Bobby held out hope for a long time, but his instinct toldhim that he ought to have expected this.

What he didn’texpect in any capacity was the reveal about the deceased’s true nature: sheapparently cared naught for her child in any capacity other than as anexperimental subject. A scientist whowas more concerned with her own research than with the people around her – she filledsome of the “mad scientist” stereotypes, apparently.

Maybe it was better that she was dead.

Bobby shook his head to try and rid himself of that shamefulthought – no, there was no justice in her murder. Ridding evil by committing another evil? Justice does not come about by acts ofinjustice.

“Detective Fulbright!”

Bobby lifted his head and looked around to see Athena Cykesrunning towards him. He tried his bestto appear as his normally cheerful self – she was dealing with something farworse than he has, after all. But evenas he smiled and saluted her when she approached him, he knew he couldn’t foolthose ears of hers.

All Athena heard was sadness when he spoke. Sadness and confusion.

“Have you seen Simon? I can’t find him anywhere!” Shepanted a bit, trying to catch her breath; from the looks of her, she had beenrunning for a while…probably trying to find Prosecutor Blackquill, as he wastrying to do. Bobby shook his head.

“No Miss Cykes…I’ve been trying to call him but he isn’tanswering his cell phone.” He put hishands on his hips and laughed loudly, as if maybe acting happy would actuallylift his mood somewhat. “He’ll probablybe annoyed with me after all the lengthy voicemails I left him!”

But Athena just gave him a sympathetic look. “You don’t need to pretend, DetectiveFulbright…” She knew he was upset, asshe was, and being unable to locate Simon was not helping either of them. Plus…they each had a very uncomfortablefeeling in the pit of their stomachs…one that they could not currentlyidentify.

Bobby sighed as his face fell. “I don’t understand why he would avoid usright now. It…doesn’t make sense.”

“No,” Athena said, looking up to the sky and playing withher earring with a thoughtful expression on her face. “I mean, if he didn’t know about my mom’s…actualpersonality, wouldn’t he want to talk with us about it? It could mean that someone figured things outand killed her because of it, right? Anew motive…”

“Maybe he needs to just take some time to sort everythingout on his own. You know aboutProsecutor Blackquill can be!”

“But wouldn’t he want to figure out who killed his mentor assoon as possible? I don’t know…somethingseems off. And the case with my mom’sbody in it…who had access to it? I mean,it was primarily in her lab, right?”

That uncomfortable feeling in Bobby’s stomach got worse – the people primarily in Metis’lab were herself, her daughter, her partner (who was in love with her and had an alibi for the day of themurder), and…her protégé. Most other people,from the interviews they conducted, tended to stay away in order to let thegenius scientist work.

“Technically anyone in the space station could have gottento it, right?” He offered, wanting tochase away the dread that washed over him.

“I guess, but-” Athena cut off her own sentence when she saw Aura Blackquill exiting thecourthouse doors. “Ms. Blackquill! Hey!” She pulled on Bobby’s arm to get him to follow her, and he did. Aura was looking worse than anyone – her eyeswere puffy and her nose red despite the hard glare she gave the two ofthem. It was obvious she had been crying.

“What is it, little princess?” Her voice was harsh and hoarse and she puther hand on her hip.

“I…I’m sorry about what happened,” Athena said, her voicesoftening as she grabbed onto her own arm and looked away. Surprisingly, Aura laughed. But it wasn’t a happy laugh – it was bitterand cold.

“Why are you apologizing? All you did was expose the truth that the woman I’ve loved for so longis not only dead but was also amonster.” Her tone was accusatory, soBobby spoke up.

“H-Hey you shouldn’t yell at Athena. Because of her we’re closer to finding-”

“Zip it, detective. I’mnot in the mood.”

Bobby did as he was told.

Aura sighed. “Listen,I know you were doing your job, alright? It still sucks, though.”

Athena nodded in agreement. “I…I know. But we need to keeppursuing the truth, no matter how painful it may be!” She echoed her boss and his childhood friendwhen she said that, both mentors in their own right. “So if I may ask-”

“You may not.”

Athena blinked, not expecting such uncooperativeness fromAura.

“Maybe tomorrow. Butnot right now.” Aura laughed a bitagain, still bitter and sad. “Really, I’msurprised you’re so gung-ho about this right now, little princess. I mean, you just found out that the onlyperson who really cared about you backthen was my little brother. Shouldn’tyou be a bit more broken up about that?”

Before waiting for Athena to answer, Aura was walking off.

Bobby put his hand on Athena’s shoulder. “She…didn’t mean that. She’s just upset! We can try talking with her again tomorrow.”

Athena nodded. “She…isright though. I guess Simon was the only one who really cared aboutme back then…”

Her voice trailed off for a moment.

“H-Hey, Detective Fulbright. You don’t think…Simon…?”

Bobby recoiled as if she had physically assaulted him. His face went white as she suggested at thevery thing that had been making him feel sick to his stomach since the triallet out before. “…No. No, Miss Cykes, that…that isn’t possible.”

“Why not? I mean…ifSimon was the one who cared about me and…I mean, he did spend more time withher than anyone else aside from Ms. Blackquill…maybe he learned about who shewas and…wanted to protect me.”

“Stop, Athena-”

“And he was one of the few people who had access to my mom’slab…and everything in it. Including thatmetal box.”

Motive, access, a lack of an alibi, the intellect to pullthis all off, and not to mention his current avoidance of the two of them…SimonBlackquill appeared to be the only one who could have murdered Metis Cykes.

“No. No. No.”

Bobby kept repeating that word over and over and over again, as if saying it could washaway the realization that Simon killedMetis.

Simon, whom he had grown to love and cherish and believe in lied to him and was amurderer.

He didn’t want to believe it despite all the signs of itstruth.

Before he knew it, he was crying and almosthyperventilating, unable to see anything other than the mental image of Simonplunging his katana through Metis’ body and then covering his tracks soexpertly as to fool the authorities for sevenyears.

And that image was alongside the ones of his many favoritemoments with Simon; their first case together, where he made some rookie errorsand earned the nickname of “Fool Bright.” Their times spent at the aquarium, where Bobby realized he loved the waySimon’s eyes would light up when they would visit the penguin exhibit. Their first kiss, where Simon surprised Bobbyby grabbing onto his white jacket and pulling him in…Bobby had no idea howSimon had felt up until that point. Andall the kisses and laughs and happinesssince then.

Was it…all a lie?

He was kneeling on the ground and clutching at his chest,and only Athena’s voice pulled him out of his mind.

“Detective Fulbright! You need to breathe…” She grabbedonto his face to get him to look at her. “In…out…in…out…” She repeatedthat until Fulbright’s eyes focused on her and he mirrored her actions, slowlyregaining his breath but still crying.

“He…he did it, didn’t he?”

Athena didn’t nod, but the look in her eyes said enough. She thought so too.

“We’ll find out the truth in court.”

#ace attorney #blackbright #bobby fulbright #athena cykes #aura blackquill #evil!metis au #this might not be exactly what you wanted #and I know it took a while #but I hope it is alright!#Anonymous #allie answers #au

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gastricpierrot · 8 years

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Title: When Stars Align

Series: Daiya no Ace

Pairing: KuraRyou

Rating: T

Summary: Nothing good ever comes out of an intimate relationship between a human and a youkai, Ryousuke knows. He’s heard more than enough stories on betrayal, on disasters, on families being shunned. And being an onmyouji, he knows better than anyone else.

And yet, he lets himself fall.

Warning: what is flow omf

Also on AO3

[Ch.1]

[Ch.2]

Youichi does start getting used to it, eventually.

He learns how to maintain his barrier subconsciously, how to sense when he’s got people visiting his shrine so he can return from his daily wandering, and how to abuse his quick flight to zip back in time and hear the important parts of their prayers. He does feel a little bad at times, though. Pleas for safety and bountiful crops, he can handle; but prayers for a quick or miraculous recovery of a health condition? Not really. Not at all, in fact. It’s outside his specialisation and the villagers should know that already. Mountain tengu are protectors and fighters, but never healers. Yet they go to him, desperate for a salvation he can’t grant.

Sympathizing too much with humans is dangerous, he remembers being warned multiple times over his training. Even a deity is not omnipotent, and to be affected by the struggles of humans would distract them from doing what they can do. It affects their judgements, shakes their resolve to remain impartial. Youichi sighs. This really is difficult.

He turns his attention downwards when he feels a presence approaching his shrine, and nearly falls off his tree when he sees a familiar head of pink hair. What’s Ryousuke doing here this time of the day? Is he here to nag him about something again because Youichi’s sure he’s been doing well so far and he doesn’t exactly need criticism at the moment. But wait—Youichi fights back his instinctive unease and makes himself look properly. His visitor may creepily resemble Ryousuke to a T at first glance, but there’s something about them that’s different. They’re a little… slighter than Ryousuke is, perhaps even younger. Even the air they carry is less prickly, more calming.

“Harucchi! I see him up there!!”

Youichi winces at the loud voice, immediately glaring at the source bounding alongside Ryousuke’s lookalike. He’s considering jumping down to give him a good roundhouse kick on the ass and shut him up until he does a double-take because isn’t he a…?

“Eijun-kun, shhh!” ‘Harucchi’ chides, a finger on his lips. Youichi’s raises his eyebrows. He can see them too? “You’re disturbing the youkai here.”

“He’s glaring at me now!! Harucchi!!” Eijun protests, stabbing a finger at Youichi’s direction. At this point, Youichi is already rolling up his sleeves because god, this kid is annoying. He pauses when Haruichi proceeds to clamp his hand behind Eijun’s head, turns to Youichi’s direction, and drags Eijun into a bow with him. And yeah, definitely Ryousuke’s brother, Youichi thinks. Not many others have the hair, sight, presence and unexpected violence like they do.

“We apologize for the commotion, Youichi-sama,” Haruichi says, ignoring Eijun’s complaints. Well. At least this Kominato has more manners. Also, Youichi can see his eyes, which is a nice contrast to facing his elder brother. It makes him easier to read this way, unlike Ryousuke who always remains so closed off and enigmatic.

“You’re Ryou-san’s brother?” Youichi drops from his perch, landing on the ground with barely a thud. Haruichi straightens, and nods.

“Yes, my name’s Haruichi.” Haruichi doesn’t seem fazed by the recognition at all, as well as the fact that a tengu refers to his brother by honorific. He gestures to his companion next. “And this is Eijun-kun. It’s an honour to finally meet you in person, Youichi-sama.”

Eijun keeps his gaze averted, apparently still grumpy from Haruichi’s rough handling. He crosses his arms tighter across his chest, and mumbles a barely coherent “Hey.”

Youichi sees no reason to hold back with this one. With a high-pitched cackle, he tackles Eijun to the ground, pinning him on his stomach. He then straddles his lower back, and twists his legs back until he begs for mercy.

“Is that how you greet someone of a higher rank than you, huh? Little brat!” Youichi says, though he notices how his words lack bite to them. Eijun makes a string of strangled noises, reaching for Haruichi.

“Harucchi h-help—legs—fal—off— “

And Haruichi, no doubt inheriting the savage Kominato traits, pretends to be extremely interested in a nearby bush.

“Hm? What’s that? You want me to let go?” Youichi asks smugly, leaning closer to Eijun’s head while using his weight to keep him in place. Eijun struggles for a second more before finally going still and submitting to his fate. Youichi, who prides himself in not being as much of a sadist as a certain Ryousuke is, releases him and gets off.

“So.” Youichi straightens his robes and addresses Haruichi. “What brings you here?”

“Ah, right!” Haruichi seems to suddenly remember the basket in his hands. “I brought you some offerings, Youichi-sama. I hope you’d like some steamed buns and oranges.”

His gaze is earnest, his amber eyes bright and perhaps a little bit naive. Youichi catches himself wondering if Ryousuke’s eyes were the same colour. Probably not. He seems to be the kind who’d have the red eyes of a demon.

“S-Sure,” he clears his throat. “I appreciate it, Haruichi.”

Haruichi smiles with so much sweetness that all Youichi can think is how. He’s still baffled over his and Ryou-san’s relation when Haruichi walks over to the still-fallen Eijun and offers a hand.

“Harucchi hates me,” Eijun whines into the dirt, unmoving.

“To be honest, you asked for that,” Haruichi states and okay, maybe the only difference between him and Ryousuke is that Haruichi learnt to be more polite to strangers and elders. Forget Ryou-san’s threat; Youichi has enough self-love to put a healthy amount of distance between him and Haruichi before he ends up being roasted twice the amount.

Eijun’s quick to recover, though, springing upright from his position on the ground with an unnecessary roar after a minute of gentle persuasion from Haruichi’s part. Despite his earlier irritation, Youichi feels a pang of inexplicable fondness in his chest as he watches the two of them interact—maybe even a bit of wistfulness. Must be nice to be so youthful and carefree.

“Huh? Wanna go at it again?” Youichi challenges when Eijun turns to glower at him once more, teeth bared in a sneer. Eijun’s frown deepens as the seconds stretch on, but he doesn’t yell his words when he speaks next.

“I’m sorry,” is all he mumbles before turning back to his companion and ushering him towards the shrine. “Now let’s go and put those on the altar, Harucchi. The sooner we can go back, the better!”

“Ehh, but I want to talk to Youichi-sama for a bit first,” Haruichi protests, letting Eijun drag him by the arm nonetheless. Youichi takes a moment to recover from his stunned daze resulting from Eijun’s apology before moving to join them under the shade of the shrine.

“I’m telling you, this is a terrible idea,” Eijun insists as Haruichi arranges the food across the altar, stealing scowls at Youichi every now and then. He hides behind him as though someone shorter than him by an entire head would be able to defend him from any kind of physical attack. Then again, this is Ryousuke’s sibling they’re talking about, so Youichi figures maybe it’s not all impossible. “You saw how violent he was with me! One wrong word and he’ll probably break your neck or something!”

“Eijun-kun, you’re being loud again,” Haruichi points out with the patience of a saint. He neatly folds the piece of cloth he’s holding and places it in his now-empty basket. “You can just stay behind me if you’re that afraid of him.”

“I’m not afraid of him!”

“Yes, yes.” Haruichi reaches to ruffle his hair. Youichi’s part amused and part intimidated by how perfectly Haruichi has Eijun wrapped around his finger. It takes conscious effort for him to resist flinching when Haruichi turns back to him, though the remorseful look he’s wearing makes him lower his defences once more. “My brother has been really harsh on you, hasn’t he, Youichi-sama?”

Taken by surprise, Youichi nearly stammers. “Well…”

“Even after I asked him to hold back,” Haruichi sighs, mostly to himself. “Aniki sure is a stubborn one.”

“Oh, tell me about it,” Youichi grumbles, rolling his eyes. He crosses his legs, rests an elbow on the side of his knee, and balances his chin with an upturned palm. “I know what he says is mostly true, but is it really necessary to be so blunt? I am still a tengu, geez.”

“How unbecoming of a mountain guardian to be laying his woes to a human,” Eijun whispers conspiringly into Haruichi’s ear, putting little effort into lowering his voice enough to actually make it sound like one. He hisses and shirks further behind Haruichi when Youichi shoots him a death stare.

“Aniki might not sugar-coat his words, but he usually means well,” Haruichi says with a sheepish laugh, holding up his hands in hopes to placate the situation. “Usually.”

“That’s not convincing and you know it,” Youichi points out, feeling much less bitter than he lets on. He’s eventually come to grudgingly admit that Ryousuke was right on a lot of things, and that being told straight out about his mistakes would definitely be more productive. Also, with how things are playing out he’s realized that perhaps the only way to shut up types like him is to go out there and prove him wrong. He appreciates Haruichi for not making any apologies on his brother’s behalf because really, there’s no need for him to do that. Youichi would very much prefer to hear the words from Ryousuke’s own mouth, if anything. Though he knows that’s about as likely as the sun rising from the west, hah.

“Something wrong?” Youichi asks when Haruichi looks at him strangely. In response, Haruichi only shakes his head.

“You don’t seem to dislike him as much I expected, and I’m really glad,” he admits. Then much to Youichi’s horror, he adds, “the two of you might even end up getting along well at this rate.”

“I would prefer not to,” Youichi declares with evident disgust, and Haruichi—the nerve!—only laughs at his expense.

“That’s a shame,” he says, his gaze softening. “Aniki seems to have taken some kind of liking to you, Youichi-sama.”

“Which part of constant verbal abuse proves that he likes me?” Youichi demands, quite unable to process even the slightest possibility of Ryousuke harbouring any kind of fondness towards him. Haruichi shrugs helplessly, like he’s yet to believe what he just said, either.

“Maybe it’s because onii-san’s finally found someone masochistic enough to bear with h—ow!” Eijun’s casual (and unnecessary) suggestion was cut short by a flying orange at his face. Youichi forces himself to take a deep breath as he lowers his hand, refusing to get excessively worked up over this particular matter. For some cursed reason he can’t comprehend, he feels his ears burning from Eijun’s stupid comment.

“Ah, he’s blushing.” Eijun has to be the one to notice first. Before Youichi could think of a way to possibly silence him forever, Haruichi stands up abruptly, making an uncharacteristically loud comment about how it’s getting dark and that they should really stop disturbing Youichi and go back. He then says something to Eijun about reaching home before Aniki scolds him for slacking off, his undertone obvious enough for even Eijun to understand shortly.

��Thank you so much for your company today, Youichi-sama,” Haruichi manages to remember his manners even in his haste to flee before his friend really gets smitten. “We’ll come by again when we can.”

And with that, he drags Eijun away with him, their voices quickly drowned out by the usual noises of the forest as they make their way along the path downhill. Youichi waits to lose sight of them behind the foliage before flopping face-first onto his shrine’s wooden flooring, wishing he could disappear after that mortifying display. He might as well have announced aloud that he’s indeed a masochist.

He really hopes those two are merciful enough to keep it a secret between them.

xXx

Ryousuke stares at the alignment of symbols on his divination board, unease settling in the base of his stomach like dense tar.

Things do not look good. He’s redone the process five times just to be absolutely sure, but he keeps coming to the same conclusion. Some great calamity is about to happen. Ryousuke can’t say for sure what the calamity actually is, but he foresees waves and waves darkness, negativity. Prying into the future has never yielded to much; information is always vague, facts uncertain. Even Ryousuke’s predictions skew at times; what he’s seeing now could simply be another false alarm.

He relies on his instincts when it comes to cases like this. He could sense something bad happening soon—but what and when? Is a high-level youkai going to run rampant and leave a path of destruction in its wake? Will the seal of an entrance to the Other world be broken and unleash Hell’s own forces into his own? Will there be a plague? An uprising? Will something go horribly wrong in the upcoming Hyakki Yagyō? It’s difficult to tell if he can ever predict that far before the event happens. Should he issue a warning now or later? Should he issue one at all? It’s a tough call to make.

“You’re unusually quiet today,” Ryousuke point out without looking, addressing the figure lingering around the door of his office. It shimmers, its form flitting in the shadows as it moves.

“It’s my first time seeing you this unsettled, Ryousuke. Is it really that bad?”

Ryousuke takes his time replying to that, gazing thoughtfully at the inscriptions carved into his divination board. “I can’t say for certain at the moment,” he admits in the end. Then putting some edge into his voice, he turns toward the ghost and adds, “don’t be quick to go around spreading rumours now, Jun.”

“That was one time,” Jun says defensively. When Ryousuke raises an eyebrow at him, he reluctantly confesses, “Fine. That was a lot of times. Heck, you should try being stuck in the same place for a few hundred years with only small insignificant creatures to talk to!”

“Do I have to seal your voice again?” Ryousuke suggests offhandedly, a paper talisman already between his fingers. Jun immediately backs up several steps—or at least it would be several steps if his legs aren’t completely vapour from the knees down.

“Not a single word of this from me will make it out of this room, I promise!” Jun swears with a volume of voice that can probably be heard all the way down the corridor. Ryousuke would really like him to realize that it’s his loudness that usually starts the rumours, but no such luck again today, unfortunately. Jun exhales in obvious relief when Ryousuke tucks his talisman away; he’s lucky Ryousuke’s dealt with Eijun enough to be so lenient. When he speaks again, his tone is grave. “But an event that can worry even you like that…I wonder what could it be?”

“We have no other choice but to wait and see at this point.” Concern creeps into Ryousuke’s voice despite his efforts to sound neutral. It’s his first time coming across an omen as terrible as this; he genuinely hopes he’s being paranoid this time. If something of a huge scale is to happen, lots of damage might be done before it can be stopped.

“Guess so.” Jun crosses his arms, immersed in his own thoughts. Ryousuke shifts to stand up, gathering his tools in his arms.

“Wouldn’t you be glad if it’s something that involves you spirits as well, though?” he says before their silence could take weigh, pushing some scrolls aside in a shelf compartment to make space. He doesn’t want to dwell on the prediction. “Maybe you’ll finally be able to move on if you get eaten, haha.”

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that??” Jun argues, but the quaver in his voice betrays his worries. Ryousuke hums, sounding indifferent to the outcome either way. “And it’s not like I want to move on. You’d be surprised at how fun it is to watch humans do stupid things almost every single day.”

“As I remember correctly, you were a human once too,” Ryousuke reminds him, giving no signs of being affected by Jun’s general comment. “What’s more, a member of the esteemed Isashiki clan dying because the curse you were trying to break rebounded on you? That’s pathetic.”

“That’s exactly why I can’t move on!” Jun protests, realizing the rise in volume of his voice only when he sees the slight twitch of Ryousuke’s lips. He hastily fixes his tone to a grumble, “everyone I knew should be dead by now and they’ll surely tease me if we meet in the afterlife.”

“Wouldn’t want my fun taken from me,” Ryousuke agrees, promptly coercing a sound of protest from the spirit.

“Which reminds me,” Jun pointedly shifts the focus as he lets Ryousuke walk right through him without as much as a flinch, “I saw the new tengu wandering around the other day. He sure looks like a delinquent, doesn’t he? He even glared at me the moment he saw me! The disrespect!”

“I’m sure that’s your own fault somehow or another,” Ryousuke says, being all-too familiar with Jun’s tendency to yell rude remarks as a show of amiability. You’d think someone who’s around for so long would have learnt to take a hint. “However,” Ryousuke pauses for a second before continuing, “I have to agree that Youichi looks to be quite an unruly one at first glance.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already tamed him, too.” Jun stares at him incredulously. Ryousuke only smiles.

“Who knows,” he replies airily, pulling out a paper fan to counter the summer heat that assaults his skin the moment he’s out from shade. Jun drifts by his side, expecting an elaboration he isn’t giving. Eventually accepting that he won’t be getting any more out of the onmyouji, Jun loses interest and mutters some excuse to go somewhere else. Ryousuke doesn’t stop him, merely making his way towards the Head Officer’s room to report his findings—or, the less frightening parts of them, at least.

Summer’s a busy period for the Bureau of Onmyou Arts, being the most active season for youkai. Ryousuke has to work extra to prepare for the Hyakki Yagyō that’s expected to pass their village in less than a week’s time, going the lengths to make sure a minimum number of reckless idiots would be spirited away or generally traumatized because they fail to heed his warnings of staying indoors from sundown to sunrise on the particular day. It falls within his responsibility to guide lost spirits as well (which, there are plenty over the months,) sightings of them reported to him by the smaller, harmless youkai that roam the streets.

And sometimes when things get too serious, he’s summoned to the main branch of the Bureau in the Capital City to provide support.

Ryousuke doesn’t want to complain, really. He’d prefer an occasional two-day journey to the Capital over staying there permanently any day. One of the perks of being powerful is that he managed to used that to his favour when fighting for permission to remain in the village where he grew up instead of residing in the Capital like most other onmyouji of his calibre. That place is even more infested with youkai than Youichi’s mountain, and a significant number of them hostile, to boot. As much as Ryousuke loves a good challenge, even he has to draw a line somewhere. Not to mention there are a handful of arrogant deities stationed there whom he doesn’t exactly get along well with. A small number of visits to the Capital was enough to make Ryousuke sick of the place.

But going back to the bit on his summer workload—at least Youichi’s been doing a marginally better job recently. He’s finally starting to produce the impression of a tengu and not an infant youkai stumbling around trying to grasp the workings of the world. Ryousuke also figures that despite all that talk about his duty to keep a firm watch over the mountain especially after sunset, Youichi’s simply not the type to stay still for long when there’s something going on. Twice already Ryousuke has stopped halfway to a scene because he sensed interference from a presence that could only be Youichi’s. He can’t say he didn’t appreciate the help, but he’d be grateful if he could at least give him a heads up before he wastes energy rushing out just to discover an intruder’s already been dealt with. He would very much prefer to save whatever energy he has left by the end of the day for situations where he seriously needs it.

“I think it’d be wise for us to decide on a system,” Ryousuke takes the initiative to suggest when he meets Youichi the next day after yet another night of wasted rushing. He bites back the urge to click his tongue when all he does is look at him in confusion.

“What are you ta— “then realization seems to suddenly hit him— “Oh. That.”

“I don’t suppose you understand how trying it is to have to deliberately leave the house in the middle of the night just to have to turn back midway,” Ryousuke says, edge creeping into his voice. Youichi, to his credit, doesn’t look too intimidated. In fact, he actually looks…defiant.

“But you weren’t fast enough, Ryou-san,” is all he says, his gaze steady.

“You should be aware that you’re the one with the abnormal speed, Youichi,” Ryousuke reminds him, though he couldn’t help feeling slightly satisfied by how Youichi’s standing his ground. He’d genuinely be disappointed if the local guardian turns out to be a spineless wimp. “Look, I know how strong those youkai were and I understand that you’re only playing your role as a protector, but— “

“You can’t expect me to just stay back and wait while things like those are about to storm into your village,” Youichi says, spreading an arm as though gesturing to a living specimen of said “thing” to emphasize his point. He dislodges a couple of feathers along with the movement.

“I expect you to be there if I ever fail,” Ryousuke shoots back calmly. “Or do you lack that much faith in my abilities?”

“I was just worried, alright?” Youichi scratches the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed by the admission. He ends up mumbling the latter part of what he says. “I was worried that if I’d waited for you, there might not have been anything left for me to protect.”

“I know.” Youichi yelps when Ryousuke lands a sharp chop on his head. “And I don’t expect you to stop feeling so anytime soon, which is why I’m having this conversation with you in the first place.”

“You mean,” Youichi begins reluctantly as he nurses the tender spot Ryousuke just assaulted, “you’re not pissed at me for messing with your job?”

“Frankly, I am getting rather annoyed,” Ryousuke admits, resuming his habit of linking his hands behind his back when he’s idle. Youichi blanches. “But since you’re genuinely thinking about guarding the village in this case, I suppose I shouldn’t make too many comments.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess?”

Ryousuke hums with half-hearted acknowledgement. “As I was saying, I was thinking maybe we should agree on an arrangement of some sort. It’ll be more efficient for the both of us that way.”

Youichi lowers his arms, nodding in full attention. “I’m listening.”

“I’ve placed my own barriers around the outskirts in addition to yours,” Ryousuke goes on, “depending on how strong the intruding youkai is, they should hold for around ten to twenty minutes. I can usually reach the location by then, but if I don’t or there more than three of them trying to break in simultaneously, you’re free to make your move. How does that sound?”

Youichi shrugs. “I can work with that. Though,” he knits his brow, “what happened to that bit on me being the last line of defence that you were so adamant about?”

Ryousuke purses his lips, contemplating if he should tell him. It’ll be a problem if the masses are to know about his prediction, that’s for certain. News of certain disaster will bound to cause widespread panic. But it’s Youichi he’s speaking to now. Ryousuke supposes he of all people has the right to know and prepare for the worst, being the local guardian.

“There might be a time soon where it wouldn’t even matter anymore if we can’t stop them before they reach the people,” he begins after a taking a moment to make sure there aren’t any youkai who’s eavesdropping nearby, careful to voice his words clearly. Taking note of the way Youichi stares at him in utter bafflement, he forges on, “I saw a really disturbing sign earlier today when divining. I can’t be sure what it’ll be, but something terrible is about to happen soon. It’s best that we brace ourselves.”

Youichi’s speechless for the next minute, which is understandable given the bombshell Ryousuke just casually dropped. Ryousuke feels a familiar weight in his chest; talking aloud about his premonition only made his unease well up again. He inhales, forcing the pressure back. He’s grown used to spontaneously handling sudden realizations of negative predictions throughout his career, but none of them have admittedly been as concerning as this.

“…Ryou-san?”

At the tentative call of his name, Ryousuke glances up. “What is it?”

“Are you okay?”

He blinks, taken aback. It’s not something he’s asked often, not by anyone besides Haruichi and occasionally Eijun. In fact, he can’t say he fancies hearing it from anyone other than those two. He’s too used to taking the phrase as belittling, patronizing. Those were words uttered too often by people who saw his struggles as futile, who doubted he could become who he is now even when he gave his all and more. Who laughed at him for trying and trying when they did not even bother.

“What makes you th— “Ryousuke breaks off, and takes another deep breath to calm his abrupt flare of temper. He’s not them, he reminds himself. Youichi isn’t the people of his past. “I’m fine,” he ends up biting out, more than anything.

It’s not like him to lose his cool so easily.

“Hey, it’s pretty normal to be nervous in a situation like this,” Youichi says, raising his hands defensively when Ryousuke stiffens. He’s a surprisingly sharp one. He then laughs a sheepish laugh as though to alleviate the increasingly stifling air around them, reaching to scratch his cheek. “And honestly? Even my palms are sweating like crazy right now after what you said.”

“Didn’t take you for the type who knows how to perceive fear,” Ryousuke confesses, a wayward smile sneaking its way to his lips with unexpected ease when Youichi shoots him a baleful look.

“Didn’t know you’d be the type who knows how to ask for help, either,” he remarks in return, to which Ryousuke finds he’s unable to argue. Youichi grins viciously at his loss of words, evidently triumphant to be able to out-snark him for once. Ryousuke decides to let him bask in his victory this time; he must admit Youichi’s earned it.

“But really—I’m sure we’ll be able to handle it if it’s the two of us,” Youichi continues even after Ryousuke lapses into silence. It’s difficult to tell from his tone if he’s trying to reassure Ryousuke or himself. Or maybe even both. Ryousuke wonders if he too, is able to sense something big happening soon.

“Just don’t hold me back,” he chooses to say in the end. Youichi laughs then; a confident two-toned laugh that befits the avian part of his image.

“You can count on that,” he assures, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. Ryousuke huffs, half weary, half something else he can’t quite put a name to.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.”

#kuraryou #kominato ryousuke #kuramochi youichi #diamond no ace #daiya no ace #did i mention i love sawaharu because i do i really do #theyre the purest??? and eijun calling ryousan oniisan will never fail to murder me im so weak #also eijun has ryousuke's number???? thats so??? aaaAAAAA #fanfiction

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K16 City on Fire

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General notes

…So. Hey. Remember when I used to make these, like, a long time ago? It’s been over a year since I worked on the guide, for various reasons involving school and reboot junk and other stuff, but mostly school and reboot junk. I won’t go into details because who cares. Let’s just move on and watch an episode of MST3K.

This episode features a little more fan club talk, and not much else worth noting here. Let’s get to the watching. Guess who finally learned how to embed hyperlinks? Onward!

PS note: This movie contains quite a bit of unpleasant imagery, including a lot of people getting burnt throughout, a couple of distressed/dead animals, and a short surgery scene which begins about 1:17:30. Just thought I’d note it here for people who’d want to be warned.

Prologue

The Mads get a letter from the Mad Scientists League, an organization that will crop up in one form or another in various episodes down the line, such as Mitchell [512] and Girl in Gold Boots [1002]. Sometimes it’s called something different, but the idea is the same. Here, as in later mentions, they’re not really sure if the Mads’ brand of evil is really mad or scientific enough to qualify as mad science.

The official unofficial episode guide on Satellite News says that the comment Larry makes about Ken Keller has something do with a local university president, I think. I read it a long time ago and don’t really remember. I tried to go back and verify, but uh, I can’t get www.mst3kinfo.com to work for me. Is that just me or are other people having that problem? Did something happen to it that I haven’t heard about? (I haven’t been very active in the fandom for, like, more than a year, so I’m a little out of the loop about a lot of stuff.)

What kind of job do you think Larry had at the Pentagon? Do you think the “worked for two weeks, paid for two years” thing was actually part of the gig, or something he engineered for himself? Questions for the ages.

Apparently now the Mads get all of their research money from the MSL. I wonder what happened to all the money Clay won in Vegas a few episodes back. Guess they blew it all on who-knows-what already, which would not be surprising. Is Gizmonics as a whole funded by the MSL? In a previous episode, it sounded like the Mads had to meet some kind of standard for Gizmonics in order to work there, so maybe that’s related to the…look, I know it doesn’t matter, and the guys didn’t think any of this through when they made it up. They just threw it together 45 minutes before they taped the episode, not worrying how it fit together in the world. Which is totally fine. I just like to see if I can make it make sense, despite that. Coherence is not required in the MST universe, but it’s kind of amusing when you find it. At least to me.

Sounds like Larry’s already kinda bored with the “worst movie ever” experiment. I think Joel and the bots might be on the same page.

Uh, is Gizmonics not considered the private sector? Do they have government funding? If so, how the heck do they swing that? I realize the pork goes pretty far in this country, but thinly-veiled mad science seems like it would be pushing even that. They must have some kind of in with a senator or something. Maybe one is a Gizmonics alumni- politics would be a nice place to continue practicing evil.

Fruit inspection is apparently their only other option for a job. Ouch.

Clay, at least, seems to think the MSL doesn’t consider them mad enough because their experiment is too cutesy. I wonder if that’s what it said in the report. Personally, I wouldn’t really consider their movie selection cute, but I guess in comparison to the truly grade Z garbage that would come later, like Manos or Red Zone Cuba, I can see what they mean.

Huh, it heads straight into the movie without showing the S.O.L. first, without even the doorway sequence. I don’t think that’s happened before.

Movie pt. 1

Am I crazy, or do the theater seats look extra tiny and crowded together this time?

I like Servo’s wrestling-announcer-style reading of the title card at 3:58.

At 6:02- I can’t be the only one who automatically responds “McCloud.”

Crow sounds concerned about the smoothie (or whatever that’s supposed to be) at 6:30. He also mentions the many camera edits. Why does that scene have so many of those?

Josh interrupts Joel again at 6:56. I haven’t been keeping a count, but that’s gotta be at least 6 or 7 times over the course of the series.

At 14: 39, TV23 shows the time and temperature. Is that 6:15 AM or PM? Based on the 32° temperature, I’d guess morning, assuming this aired in March or April.

A transcript of the French that begins at 15:23, at least as well as my two years of high school French can tell: “Monsieur Pierre. Pas maintenant. Non, uh, après le mois demain à trois heures. Non, something something. Something bien something? Au revoir.”, which translates to “Mr. Pierre. Not now. No, uh, after the month, tomorrow at 3 o’clock. No, something something. Something good something? Goodbye.” You guys probably understood most of that without help, but still, there it is. (The après le mois could have actually been rapidement, meaning quickly, but I thought the former made slightly more sense in context. Or not. I don’t know, really.)

At 17:46, Tom mentions nude Shelley Winters photos in Joel’s room, and Joel shushes him. Sounds like maybe he has something to hide.

Joel and the bots keep predicting that maintenance guy will turn out to be a psycho. I can’t remember if they were reviewing part of the movies before using them by this point in the show’s run or not. They might have seen farther into the movie previously and know what’s going to happen. Let’s watch.

Man, it’s like 20 minutes into the movie and they’re still introducing whole new swaths of characters. Were people supposed to take notes while watching? Also, seriously? The city on fire is on fire because some dumb kids threw a cigarette? That’s…kinda disappointing. I was sort of hoping for gigantic explosion, and I’m not even usually a gigantic explosion kind of person.

Crow’s distressed about Mickey Mouse burning to death at 20:54.

Crow comment at 21:07 about same movies kinda sums up my feelings, as well.

The boys do a classic Lassie type sketch at 22:00.

There’s another interruption problem at 22:43, this time with Joel interrupting Josh. Afterwards, he asks Josh what he was going to say, and then says he was glad he interrupted him once he hears the riff. Burn. Crow/Trace even comments on it.

Uh, the boy in the striped shirt, Gerald or whatever his name is…to quote the Star Wars: Episode 1 RiffTrax, is it okay to say this kid sucks?

Crow thinks the movie is getting too scary as they leave the theater. He used to be quite a bit more sensitive early on, didn’t he? He still had his moments later in the series, though, like in Being from Another Planet [405] when he’s afraid of the basement.

Host Segment 1

The bots are doing something potentially suspicious with a telescope as we enter the bridge.

Joel brings up their supplies, saying somebody’s been overusing the oil. I don’t want to point fingers, but I’d guess it was Tom, seems like something he’d do. Then again, Crow has said in the past that WD-40 was his favorite lubricant, so maybe…

The bots aren’t listening to him, though- they’re trying to get their prank going. It’s surprising that Joel still falls for some of these by now, but I guess he’s not known for being really aware of his surroundings.

Servo was definitely the less innocent one if the first couple of seasons of the show. Crow had moments but Tom made his babe obsession a part of his personality.

Joel not only falls for the telescope eye ring prank, he rubs his eye all over it to be sure it gets on there really well. I’m sure they had to do that for the episode to make sure you could see it on camera, but it makes Joel look like he doesn’t know how to use a telescope. Maybe it’s just a weird telescope.

One thing I always liked about the bots- especially in the first few seasons but really throughout the show’s run- is how they don’t know so many basic things but still know details about, for instance, 1960s ad campaigns for cigarettes. It gives the impression that they have random parts of encyclopedias in their memory banks, which is probably true. I always felt like Joel probably dumped as much info as he could think of into the bots when he built them, but he couldn’t think of everything important at once, so they’ve got big holes in their knowledge base. For the purpose Joel built them for, it makes sense and works pretty well.

Poor Joel. He’s not the butt of the joke that often, at least not without getting back in some way.

Movie pt. 2

Crow’s confused at first by Joel’s comment about cattiness at 32:39.

At 37:55, Joel starts talking about seeing Orville Redenbacher get into a fistfight with his nephew at a party. I have no idea if this is true (though I doubt it) but maybe that eventually became the inspiration for the Orville Popcorn sketch in Godzilla vs. Megalon [212]. Odd how a weird little idea like that could stick around for so long.

Hm, I guess I did get my gigantic explosion after all. But somehow it still doesn’t fill the gaps in my heart…Actually that was really horrific. Geez.

Not important, but does anyone else think the psycho guy looks kinda like Peter Davison?

Joel laugh at 44:47, and a pretty enthusiastic one.

Huh, that movie section was unusually short.

Host Segment 2

Joel’s got an invention, which may have been inspired by the movie- Hell in a Handbag. This one, like many KTMA era inventions, will be reused in Season 1, in The Mad Monster [103].

Servo is not impressed by Crow’s flirting techniques with pretending-to-be-a-woman Joel and demonstrates his own. What is it with him and mangoes?

Joel got really into his part there for a second. Maybe he should have been in drag more often on the show, since, like, everyone else was. Actually maybe that was just all Mike.

Why would Joel program a thug algorithm into the bots? When did he ever think he’d need that? Maybe that explains what happens at the pinball machine in The Girl in Lovers Lane [509]. Also, I like how they can apparently just rummage through their own programming and find old stuff. Cool.

Joel seems to find the bots’ thug mode pretty funny. Maybe that’s why he programmed it into them.

Crow’s scared of the Hell-in-a-Handbag. Poor baby hahah. The way Joel grabs his neck affectionately afterwards is really cute, though. Joel says it was all in retaliation for the telescope prank earlier, but Servo didn’t seem phased, so really only Crow got punished. Crow’s also the only one who apologizes. Crow is always cute, but he’s extra cute in these old episodes. I just really love Crow, you guys.

Movie pt. 3

It’s called the Manson Refinery? That’s fitting, I suppose, with all the people it’s killed.

Crow falls right over backwards at 53:58. He and then Servo say they feel woozy. Understandable given the content of the scene. Ugh. But in reality, Trace was probably having trouble with the puppet. He has said in interviews that the KTMA Crow handled “like a T-square.”

At 56:18, Tom calls someone onscreen a “boinkus”? Doinkus, maybe?

Geez, nobody in this entire city has heard of stop, drop, and roll.

Host Segment 3

Joel and the bots do a little march/call and response thing. They’re having a little bit of trouble staying on beat, though (and on pitch). I like the song, though.

Joel’s jumpsuit is pretty fitted in the butt area. Just in case, you know, you were interested in knowing that.

They run down the hall with Cambot at Movie Sign. I’ve already forgotten if they’ve done that before in KTMA (that’s what happens when you go a year without working on your episode guide). They did it once or twice in the show proper, though not with the bots.

Movie pt. 4

Wow, seriously? First all the burning people, now surgery close-ups? How much pointlessly gross stuff is this movie going to include?

Also, dead bird shot, just to be sure everyone is sad. Why didn’t that kid just let the bird OUT OF THE CAGE? It can fly! That would at least give it a better chance.

And now the psycho’s comeuppance is getting anti-climatically crushed by a falling fire escape, and Shelley Winters dies too for no good reason? I haven’t even had anything to say about the riffers during this segment because stupid crap keeps happening in this movie.

Tom comments on how they killed off Shelley Winters in a stupid way, but the doctor guy somehow survives all the fire. I agree. This movie is stupid.

That’s the ending? THAT’S THE ENDING? Sappy music and romance and whatever, the city was on fire but hey it got put out (OFFSCREEN) so it’s all fine? Who cares about the thousands of victims and the millions in property damage? Not us, we’re kissing! Wow. Thanks for that, movie.

Crow gets excited about the name “McCrow” in the end credits at 1:37:22.

At 1:38:00, Servo begs to leave. At first Crow says they need to stay for the credits, but then agrees that they should go.

Servo also says goodbye to the audience as he leaves the theater.

Conclusion

Gypsy’s on deck for this segment, and Joel asks her where she’s been. Apparently “bumping into newsletters”. I wonder if she’s the one who printed them off.

Looks like back then you got a certificate for joining the fan club. I wonder if anyone out there still has theirs. Probably at least a few do.

I like Gypsy’s “ooh, aah” at the fan club membership card.

Crow tells the fans to keep more drawings coming. I guess he likes those.

Mr. Crow of Beverly Hills is still credited with the hair designs for the show.

Thoughts on the Movie

A more accurate name for this movie would be Oil Refinery and Area Around a Hospital on Fire, since most of the city is never actually on fire. Not that I’d want to see it, but with a title like City on Fire you kind of expect to see a whole city on fire. All I’m saying is our expectations were mismanaged. Also, what was the point of burning the house earlier in the movie? Just to give us a fake-out? “Hah, you thought the fire was going to be earlier in the movie but instead, it was later in the movie!” You really got us there, guys.

But jokes asides, this film mostly disgusted me. Does anyone want to watch long sequences of people getting burned alive? Do they like watching people endure terror and pain? It could be the filmmakers were just trying to underscore the dire situation, but it seems more like a sick fascination with showing suffering and death. I guess that’s common in movies and TV, in various forms, but it doesn’t make any sense to me. I talked about this a little in the entry for SST: Death Flight [K13], but it applies here again- pointless destruction of things and lives just doesn’t make good entertainment for me. Maybe a good disaster movie is about people overcoming and surviving in the face of horrible circumstances outside of their control. Certainly that’s not the case here. This movie becomes more a parade of lurid and gruesome imagery than anything else. No thank you. I guess maybe that’s why it wasn’t successful, hm.

On a lighter note of criticism, did every friggin’ TV movie in the ‘70s have to be about 800 different people? Seriously, that’s SST: Death Flight, Superdome, San Francisco International, this movie- ok, I guess Stranded in Space wasn’t. Or Code Name Diamond Head. Or Mitchell. But those are sci-fi, spy, and cop movies, respectively, while the others are disaster/action/um, airport genre. Whatever. Point is, you do not need 437 different protagonists. Stop putting in 437 different protagonists.

There’s not much else to say about this movie, I guess. The plot starts out confusing but converges and becomes somewhat less so as it goes along (though that's partially because several plot threads just drop off the map). Most of the acting is decent, some of the characters actually seem kind of interesting. Not every part of it sucks. Unfortunately, any of that mildly good stuff is buried in a pile of rubble and burnt bodies.

Review

Despite my distaste for the movie, this was a funny episode. I laughed out loud many times and had a hard time picking a favorite riff (though I did pick one- Crow: That’ll wake the dog up.) The guys are really starting to get good at this. Even with the slower pace of the improv riffing, it doesn’t really feel empty like some of the older eps do. That may have something to do with a more action-filled movie, too, but the jokes are definitely improving. While the movie is not as watchable, funny-wise I’d call this as good an episode as SST: Death Flight, which I previously called the best KTMA ep. Nice job, guys.

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