#// idk what the hell is going on. i'm coasting on vibes here.

[finalslay]

@deathglory said : “ get the fuck out of here before i change my mind. ”

even  despite  the  air  of  nonchalance  that  he  manages  to  keep  up,  dean  is  on  red  alert.  eyes  never  once  leave  the  other  man,  and  as  hands  slowly  lower  from  where  they'd  previously  been  held  in  the  air,  he  is  still  paying  close  attention  —  trying  to  judge  the  situation,  trying  to  weigh  his  options  here.  he  could  do  as  he  says  ;  after  all,  he  gets  the  impression  that  pressing  his  luck  with  this  one  might  not  be  the  best  idea.  right  now,  he's  been  given  an  out.  he's  letting  him  go.  dean  can  just  turn  around  and  walk  off,  pretend  he  never  got  involved  in  ...  whatever  the  hell  this  is.  there's  more  to  all  of  this  than  meets  the  eye,  though.  it  isn't  something  simple,  isn't  a  normal  job.  it  isn't  something  he  usually  deals  with,  and  this  guy's  adamance  to  get  rid  of  him,  to  get  him  gone  and  out  of  the  way,  proves  that  much.  the  problem,  though?    dean's  interest  is  piqued  now.    “  nah,  dude,  i  think  i'll  stay,  ”    the  hunter  retorts,  the  signature  winchester  grin  appearing  upon  his  face  as  he  shifts  his  weight  from  one  foot  to  the  other.    “  it's  not  nice  to  leave  a  man  behind  ;  you  might  need  some  help  or  somethin'.  an  extra  pair  of  hands.  ”    what  is  it  they  say?  curiosity  killed  the  cat,  or  some  bullshit  like  that.  

[xplrvibes]

Ah, the Pine Barrens. Here are my thoughts.

First of all, I cannot believe more people don't do videos about the Jersey Devil or the general creepiness of the Pine Barrens. There's a weird energy in and around those woods, and the Jersey Devil is a centuries old and very famous urban legend on the East Coast. So, this one is super fresh and super exciting!

Sam: "Hopefully you've been enjoying [Hell Week] so far!" Colby: "😃 I haven't 😃" -That got me 💀.

"We went to Applebee's, of course-" SAY NO MORE (Applebee's is the love of my life)

Their obsession with holes is getting Freudian.

Idk how anyone can think they are faking anything ever, after seeing their acting skills on display in this sponsor break. #emmyworthy

"It's only going to get worse, just like life." Mood.

Sam's festival-esque dancing 🤣.

Colby just boiled the Almanac down to a "fortune cookie book," and as someone who lives in a place where people still take the Farmer's Almanac more seriously than they take the meteorologists- I don't know how to feel lol.

They are very not good at camping and being in the woods. They need someone to help them. It's so anxiety inducing watching them literally go in circles, in bright clothes, with no water, no flashlights, and no map. This is how the Blair Witch happened.

Omg for real, what are they on? What did they do before going into the woods? Cause they are on another level in this.

Colby needs to have all of his boy scout merit badges revoked.

Imagine all the other people camping in the Pine Barrens while they were filming this, who thought they were ghosts because they wouldn't stop screaming and making random noises.

Josh calling Colby out for his balcony tweets 💀.

I love these little urban legend rituals. Every town has one, they're all similar, and they're all so random.

Colby's need to pick up every living creature is getting out of control. He tried to pick up a GIANT SPIDER.

OMG NO. NOT THE BLAIR WITCH FOREST.

See, I'm eternally more spooked by hornets, coyotes and wolves than ghosts or the Jersey Devil lol.

Overall, I really enjoyed this one! This group has a lot of fun together, and they had me laughing throughout the vast majority of this video. I also appreciated how much calmer they were when it came to conducting haunted business than they were in their previous outing in the woods.

What I also appreciated was that they didn't catch much- and they were honest about that. That's important. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't need or want them to force a haunted video if the vibes aren't there. I appreciate this video a lot.

I give this one a 8/10.

[shortnotsweet]

Hello, your fiveya pride and prejuice had me on my knees. Everything you have writing for the umbrella academy is so nice, this fandom should be thankfull you are here making gold content. I'm not very creative and I still dont know which kind of prompts you would like, but the last au gave me some Elizabeth Swan vibes, so maybe you could do a Fiveya Pirates of the Caribbean Au? Whatever you make I'm sure will be wonderfull :)

It’s 1732, and Governor Reginald Hargreeves and his two adopted daughters, accompanied by the family butler, Pogo, are sailing to Port Royal aboard HMS Crown when they come across a shipwreck. The lone survivor of the tragedy is a young boy, shaking and shell-shocked. A sympathetic Pogo begs Reginald to allow him to take him in - Pogo himself will rear and provide for the child out of his own wages.

Vanya clutches the railing and looks out into the wreckage, into jagged mountains of burning wood obscured by ink black plumes of smoke that cast a ghostly silhouette against the dreary sky and the great gray sea, and can’t take her eyes off of it. It’s a tragedy, with glowing embers peeking through the remains of the ship, keeping it alive and drowning in the water, and Vanya is fascinated.

I do not want to know what transpired here, she thinks. She doesn’t need to know, anyway - it looks like a wasteland, like something writhing and nearly dead, and then her father takes her by the shoulders and pulls her away.

The boy is raised in a fine household, alongside Reginald’s two young daughters, both of whom are handsome, intelligent, and composed. His truest and most constant friend, though, is Vanya.

The Boy starts out as a Will Turner of sorts, only more confident and living in relative comfort, except with the knowledge that he is an outsider even among orphans, and a survivor of something terrible. He longs to go back.

By 1742, the boy is merely fifteen and already deemed an academic prodigy in a vast array of scientific, mathematical, mechanical and historical studies.

By the end of 1742, he’s gone, vanished into the night and headed for the sea. Vanya, not for the first time in her life, is alone.

Years later, she’s grown into a beautiful yet confined woman. During a botched proposal, Vanya faints, due to a combination of heat, anxiety, and a too-tight corset, plummeting into the harbor below, only to be rescued by a mysterious man

Surprise y’all guess who it is

Five and his crew are under a curse that renders them undead corpses under the moonlight, burdened with immortality. Idk why he’s cursed, ig he just got up to a lot of pirate shit lmao. The gold of his father’s pocket watch is key to breaking this curse, and he’s returned to Port Royal after all these years to retrieve it, after he gave it to Vanya for safekeeping the day before he abandoned the Hargreeves household to rejoin the life of piracy

She agrees, of course, but he is soon confronted by both Reginald and Leonard, backed by the Navy, on account of 1) being a pirate and 2) trespassing and in order to safely escape he takes Vanya hostage

In his time away, Five has become captain of the dreaded Academy, the ship that his own father used to command before the wreck. Vanya initially disapproves of his life choices because he may be older now and like damn ok, but 1) hygiene 2) the ethical ambiguity of piracy and 3) you left me dude without warning ,, tf is up with that?

Cue childhood friends reconnecting in really awkward circumstances + maybe Stockholm syndrome

Luther, Ben, Klaus, and Diego are members of his crew. While Diego is a fantastic swordsman, Ben has a connection with sea monsters that allows him to dissuade nearby creatures from bothering their ship. Klaus is a mystic they picked up along the coast who can communicate with the dead - it’s through him that they learn the specifics of the curse.

Five glances down at her, sleeves rolled above his forearms, his hair dripping saltwater over his brow. “The Romans did it, didn’t they?” Honor among thieves is how the saying goes. “They encouraged it, actually, especially in children. Stealing. Steal from your enemies, steal from your neighbors, steal from your friends.”

At this, Vanya’s eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t steal from my friends.”

Five shrugs.

“It builds character,” he says, “and it builds world skills. If you’re a thief, then you’re fast, resourceful, and, most importantly, you’re still alive. That’s helpful. It can be a good thing, to be a thief.”

“The greatest empire of all time, after Britain, just a whole lot of thieves?”

“That’s Rome, then, a bunch of thieves. The empire essentially stole its own foundation from other civilizations, you know? Arches and aqueducts and art - even the Republic was based on direct democracy.” He leans back and looks at her from under his lids. The floor below them shifts and sways along with the rhythm of the sea, and Vanya leans against the mast to keep her horizon line steady.

“So you’re a history buff now?”

“I always have been,” Five says defensively. “Math is just more exciting. You don’t need to get caught up with the Romans anyway,” Five laughs. “We’re pirates.”

“I suppose I need to find a way to make myself useful, then?” Vanya crosses her arms, squinting under the white hot sun. “Be helpful.” Do as the Romans do.

“No, of course not,” Five says quickly, uneasy, bitter. “You didn’t join the crew, remember? You were kidnapped.”

Days into her kidnapping on the high seas, Vanya ditched her heavy ass dress for a practical pair of trousers and tied her hair up. The sun smiles down on them in a thousand yard stare, reflecting white off the crests of the waves that jostle the ship further away from land, and her white skin has already shown signs of browning. She can breathe, though, better and easier than she’s ever breathed in her entire life

The ocean never ends, but Vanya can see something flickering on the horizon, something that looms across the skyline and drags the sky down to meet it. It feels like hope, like dreams once dashed in her girlhood, and now that it has come out of hiding, unclothed and unabashed under an impossible white sun, Vanya can’t stop looking.

The Academy is still being pursued by the Royal Navy, and Five can’t just return Vanya bc they're not only on the run but they’ve got shit to do, aka curse-breaking shit. Plus, he really, really doesn’t want to

And deep down he can tell that she doesn’t want to either

“But you like it here, don’t you,” he accuses her, hard and fast because he knows she’ll be honest, and the strategist in him wants to size the queen, wants to take her home. “You were miserable back there,” Five reminds her, his own eagerness a tangible thing to his ears. “Reginald made you miserable. Jenkins made you miserable, hell, even Allison made you miserable.” Vanya’s gaze remains unblinking, but the corner of her mouth twitches ever so slightly, her lower lip dragging it down. The sight of it gives him pause, and he wants to stop for a moment, wants to apologize for it, but the conqueror in him leers in approval and he’s plowed too forward, too far already. “You wanted to leave, every second of every day. That’s what you told me,” Five reaches forward to take her by the shoulders, gently crowding her against the railing, and she looks up and into his face, dwarfed by his height. “You’re free now, you’re here. Reginald can’t get to you. Why would you want to go back?”

You’re free now. There’s nothing for you there, he tries to say, and she must get this, because her eyes go alight, just for a second, and her lip curls into a snarl.

The thing is, she’s much happier here, with Five and his crew and a great, endless sea, but she remembers Allison all too vividly, remembers that she left her alone without warning. Vanya knows that it’s like to be left behind, and the thought of Allison alone with only their father for company strikes something hollow and sinking into her chest, something like dread

“I don’t want to go back,” she snaps, harsher than he expected, and he lets go of her. “Of course I don’t.”

You think I want to go back to corsets and Reginald’s voice in every hallway of that old, evil house, and Leonard crowding me everywhere, acting like I’ve already said yes, and this stench of absence that follows me wherever I go.

Oh, she realizes, of course he doesn’t.

“Then don’t.”

Vanya glares at him, hard and herself, and he can see the betrayal sink into her face and settle like silt at the bottom of a glass.

“It’s because we’re family,” she says, and the fifteen-year-old in Five finds himself enraged because Vanya’s family is supposed to be here, with him.

“I need to see her again,” Vanya enunciates carefully, forming every word with a nervous kind of fear, like she thinks he won’t understand, and Five’s anger dissipates almost as quickly as it had risen.

They’re going to break that curse, and Five will be a real boy (man) again. Allison won’t be alone, because her sister will come back for her (just as Five came back for Vanya). They’ll all have real, red, beating hearts, and Five will have Vanya for himself and Vanya will have one thing all her own - she has an entire ocean to conquer and no regrets

For once, Vanya has a choice, and it’s a pirate's life for her