#@ pb bring them back pls

[votre-reveuse]

happy new year it’s the year of blades 2

[goldfades]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄? ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "Omg a fic where Paige and reader have always had this sort of sarcastic bickering borderline mean type of relationship/rivalry but one day the tension suddenly just goes from competitive to sexual and thennnnm ykkkk"

─ word count | 3.7k

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! whoo, where do i begin???? paige/reader being a fucking ASSES (like super mean) and lots of insecurity, cc mention and comparison (pls don't come 4 me it's for the plot!!!!!! i didnt mean it!!!!), lots of arguing and fighting, mean!paige (like.... im talking MEAN), fingering (r receiving), so much dirty talk, idk if i missed anything lmk

─ ev's notes | the chokehold the pic in the middle has on me IS INSANE, also finishing a smut at 11 am should be a crime 😭 (but i’m feeding yall so be grateful)

THE GAME COULDN'T have gone worse.

The opposing team seemed to effortlessly dominate every aspect of the game. Shots that normally found their mark clanked off the rim, passes were intercepted with unnerving frequency, and the defense resembled more of a sieve than a fortress. Your entire team was quiet in the locker-room and Geno had told them that they needed the night to regroup, and they'll talk about it when they got home.

You made your way upstairs with Azzi and Aubrey, both trying their best to make you feel better. You played like shit, plain and simple and despite what your teammates were telling you, it was true.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of letting your team down. In the game, you were a shadow of your usual self. Your shots seemed to lack both the usual power and precision. Your attempts to drive to the basket were easily thrown by their defense, leaving you frustrated and angry.

Even your usually reliable defense broke under the pressure. You found yourself out of position more often than not, leaving gaping holes for the opposing team to exploit. Your reactions were slow, your movements sluggish, as if your body refused to respond to the commands of your mind.

"Hey," Azzi grabbed your arm so that you could meet her gaze. "We win and lose as a team, alright? This isn't all on you, we all played like shit tonight."

"But we always come back, Y/N." Aubrey added as you met her gaze as well. Their words would've made you feel better if this wasn't the worst you'd played all season, maybe even your entire college career.

You didn't bother to respond, you stayed quiet as you walked in your Azzi's hotel room and in there was Nika and Paige. They were seated on the bed, Nika looking more defeated than Paige, she looked more pissed than anything.

Paige didn't even acknowledge you as you walked in as she greeted Azzi and Aubrey, but you didn't even care right now. You were not in the mood for her shit, not after the game you just played tonight.

You sank into a chair in the corner of the room, the weight of the defeat pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. Nika's defeated expression mirrored your own feelings, while Paige's indifference grated on your already frayed nerves.

You listened as Azzi and Aubrey exchanged small talk with Nika and Paige, their voices a distant murmur in the back of your mind. But you couldn't bring yourself to join in the conversation, couldn't muster the energy to plaster on a fake smile and pretend that everything was okay.

Instead, you sat in silence, lost in your own thoughts. The events of the game replayed in your mind like a nightmare, each mistake magnified in the harsh light of hindsight. You wanted nothing more than to forget about the game, to push it to the back of your mind and move on, but the sting of defeat lingered like a stubborn stain.

"You okay, babe?" Nika's voice rang out as you got pulled back into reality. All the girls attention was now on you, feeling a bit self-conscious.

You forced a weak smile, attempting to brush off Nika's concern. "Yeah, just... processing everything, you know?" Your voice sounded hollow, even to your own ears.

"What's going on?" Nika asked, the concern evident in her face. "Talk to us, please, Y/N."

Nika knew how hard you were on yourself, she had seen you weather victories and defeats alike, always striving for perfection. Her gentle prodding encouraged you to open up, even if it meant admitting your own vulnerabilities.

"I played like shit," was all you could get out as you leaned forward, feeling their gaze on you. "I don't know what was so different about tonight but I just felt like the weight of the entire team was on my back and I didn't know I was carrying it until the end, and I just crumbled to the pressure."

"We all have our moments, Y/N." Azzi spoke up, empathy evident in her expression. But before anyone else could respond, Paige scoffed as she met your gaze.

"Carried the team? We all did what we could tonight and we don't need your shit." Paige's voice dripped with contempt, her words like a slap in the face.

You felt a surge of anger rising within you, fueled by the frustration of the game and now mixed by Paige's bitter words. How dare she dismiss your struggles so callously?

"What's your fucking issue, Paige?" you retorted, your voice tinged with frustration.

Paige's eyes narrowed as she glared at you. "My issue? Maybe if you didn't choke every time the pressure was on, we wouldn't be in this mess," she shot back, her words cutting like a knife. "You're always making excuses for yourself, Y/N."

You scoffed, getting up from the chair to glare at her. "I'm not making excuses, I'm acknowledging reality. We all had a bad game, Paige. It's not like you were lighting it up out there either."

"I did better than you, that's for fucking sure." Paige's voice came out bitter as you felt yourself let out a quiet scoff. You couldn't fight with her anymore, you were exhausted, both mentally and physically.

"Guys, stop it." Azzi's voice cut through the tension like a knife but neither of you acknowledged her, you both just kept glaring at each other.

"You're a bitch, Paige. You're just jealous because at the end of the day, you're just a burnt out star who can't handle not being in the spotlight anymore. Sorry that Caitlin's out there doing better than you, and that you feel the need to be a fucking ass all the time," you retorted, your words dripping with venom.

The frustration of the game, mixed with years of simmering animosity, boiled over into this heated argument that neither of you seemed willing to back down from. You didn't know why you brought up Caitlin, but all you knew was that you'd definitely get a reaction.

Paige's eyes flashed with anger, her jaw tightening as she glared up at you. "The fuck you have to bring Caitlin into this? At least I was a star, you'll never make into the WNBA with that attitude, I promise you that. You're just a selfish brat who can't handle criticism-"

"Hey!" Nika's shout rang out as she glanced in between the two of you. "One more word from either of you and I'm telling Geno, you guys are teammates and you need to act like it."

You glanced at Nika, seeing the disappointment etched on her face, and then back at Paige. Despite the rivalry between you, you knew that Nika was right ─ however, you weren't quite ready to admit that.

You scoffed as you exhaled, feeling everyone's eyes on you. You didn't acknowledge any of them as you left the hotel room, feeling your eyes burn with unshed tears. You were embarrassed, Paige had always been hard on you for seemingly no good reason but it's never gotten this bad.

You two had always been good sports, even when the other played like shit. She never brought anything up that would actually hurt your feelings, unlike tonight. You didn't know why, you tried to think back at what could've changed tonight but came up with nothing that made sense. You just hoped it wouldn't affect the way you played with her, you didn't want it to effect the team more than it has.

You walked into your hotel room, locking the door behind you as you walked into the bathroom, ready for a warm shower to drown out the rest of the world.

──

"Who is it?" You asked as you heard the knocking on the door. It was nearing two in the morning and you had just stepped out of the much-needed shower, clad only in your robe.

"It's me," Paige's voice was quiet as she spoke, your whole body tensing up just at the sound. You sighed deeply as you walked up to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly disheveled Paige.

She looked really, really good; she had her hair up in a loose bun, her gray sweats were slightly rolling off her hips and her shirt fit her just perfectly. Goddamnit, Y/N ─ focus. You tried to hide the tug of attraction you felt towards Paige, pushing the distracting thoughts aside as you met her gaze.

"What do you want?" you asked, your tone guarded as you leaned against the doorframe.

"Let me come in," Paige's statement didn't come off as a question, more like a demand. You sighed and leaned backward so that she could enter.

Before you could say anything, Paige started talking. "I don't appreciate you comparing me to Caitlin, especially after the season I had."

You scoffed in disbelief as you closed the door. "You came in here just to say that?"

Paige turned so she could send you a glare. "I came in originally cause I was gonna apologize. But then I remembered the whole Caitlin thing-"

"What's up with you and Caitlin?" Your words came out with the same intensity as hers did. "I don't know why you took that comment to heart because you started this whole damn thing."

Paige's expression hardened, a defensive edge creeping into her demeanor. "What do you mean by that?" she snapped, her tone sharp with irritation. "I had the most terrible season, and everyone has been comparing me to her-"

You felt a surge of frustration rising within you, the tension between you and Paige reaching a boiling point. "And what about everything I've been through this season?" you shot back, your voice tinged with anger. "You think this season has been a cakewalk for me? You think I don't know what it's like to struggle?"

Paige's jaw clenched, her gaze hardening as she met yours head-on. "This isn't about that," she retorted, her voice low and tense. "This is about you and Caitlin suddenly being all buddy-buddy after the Iowa game. The comments under your posts, the calling and the texting. It's obsessive and annoying, I don't like it and I don't want you hanging around her anymore."

You paused for a second, trying to process her words. Paige's accusation caught you off guard, the weight of her words sinking in like a lead weight in your chest. Was she jealous? You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as Paige's eyebrows furrowed.

"The fuck you laughing for? You think this is funny?" Paige's eyebrows furrowed even further, her frustration palpable as she waited for your response.

"Aww, are you jealous?" Your words came out amused as Paige kept glaring at you. "I'm not replacing you or the team, she has a boyfriend."

"I'm not jealous," Paige's glare intensified, her jaw tightening with frustration at your teasing remark. "Don't flatter yourself, Y/N. I couldn't care less about your little fling with Caitlin."

"Then what's your problem?" you pressed, unable to resist the urge to push her buttons further. "If it's not jealousy, then why are you so worked up about it?"

Paige's nostrils flared slightly as she averted her gaze for a moment, before looking back up at you. "Cause it's no damn comparison. At the end of the day, you're on my team and you're mine," she paused as she shook her head. "My friend," she quickly clarified.

You blinked in surprise at Paige's sudden intensity, the weight of her words sinking in like a heavy anchor. The possessiveness in her tone left you feeling flustered, unsure of how to respond.

"Paige..." you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words. But before you could even process anything, her lips were on yours and your back was pushed up against the wall.

Instinctively, your arms found their way around her shoulders, pulling her closer as you responded to her kiss with equal fervor. The heat of the moment consumed you, erasing any doubts or reservations as you lost yourself in the sensation of her lips on yours.

Her lips on yours sent a shiver down your spine, electrifying every nerve in your body as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you. All thoughts of the past were forgotten as you gave yourself over to the intoxicating enticement of Paige's lips.

Her hands slide up your body and hold your neck as you let out a soft whimper, causing your head to fall back against the wall. Paige's lips began leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, as her hands explore your body.

This couldn't be happening, you kept thinking to yourself. After playing on the same team as Paige for almost three years now, it felt like this was a fever dream ─ but you didn't mind it, not at all.

Her lips found yours again, kissing you roughly as your hands gripped her head. With ease, she lifted you up into her arms, your weight feeling insignificant against her strength. She kept her lips on yours as she carried you toward the bed, dropping you swiftly as your hands found her face.

Paige's hands had easy access to your body due the robe, that she quickly slid off as her lips stayed on yours. She pulled away for a second, breathless, as she took in your body with admiration in her gaze. You felt self-conscious for a moment, but you had no time to dwell on it as Paige pulled you down on the bed.

"You're fucking gorgeous," she mumbled as she pressed kisses all over your neck. "I hate how gorgeous you are."

Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Paige's words and actions washed over you. Part of you wanted to resist, to question the sudden intensity of this moment, but another part of you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between you and Paige.

But as her lips trailed along your neck, you found yourself unable to resist the pull any longer. With each kiss, each touch, you felt yourself unraveling, giving in to the utter need that surged through your body.

"I hate how you make me feel," Paige whispered against your skin, her voice husky with desire. "Every time I'm near you, it's like I lose control. Like I can't think straight."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each moment. You reached up to cup her face, guiding her lips back to yours in a desperate kiss, hungry for the taste of her against your skin.

You reached out to her, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew you together. "I hate how much I want you," Paige groaned, her voice tinged with frustration as she pressed her lips against your neck with force, pulling a soft whimper from your lips.

"I hate how much I need you," Paige spoke as she gazed into your eyes, her grip tightening on your waist as she pulled you closer. "But I'm not gonna fight it anymore. I'm done pretending like I don't want you, okay?"

You felt a rush of heat flood through you at her confession swirling in the pit of your stomach. In that moment, all you could think about was Paige completely, letting her consume you with her passion and desire.

"I want you, too, P." You finally let out, your voice quivering as she began to caress your thigh.

Paige scoffed, shaking her head at your words. "I know, I know you do."

She pushed her lips into yours again, a needy moan escaping your lips as she pushed you onto the bed. She straddled your hips as she kissed all over your neck, feeling yourself pulsate beneath her. You couldn't even think straight anymore, your mind was complete mush as she kept kissing all over your neck and jaw.

Paige mouth traveled down toward your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys all over it. Your hands found her blonde hair, tugging as she teased you. Her blue eyes were completely focused on you, every reaction and every sound that you made, fueling her desire even further. With each kiss, each touch, she seemed determined to leave her mark on you, to brand you as hers in every way possible.

And you welcomed it, craving the intensity like a starving soul. With each tug of your fingers in her hair, Paige responded with a groan of satisfaction, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire across your skin.

She pried open your legs slowly, her gaze still lingering as your breath hitched. "Fuck," she mumbled as her eyes flickered toward your soaking cunt ─ she was at a loss for words.

Paige fingers teased your entrance, pulling needy whimpers from your bruised lips. "You're so wet for me, baby," she finally plunged a finger into you, causing a borderline pornographic moan to leave your mouth.

Every sensation was heightened, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as she thrusted her finger in and out of you. She wasn't gentle by any means, you could practically feel the anger radiating from her body as she watched you.

You leaned further into the bed, covering your face with your arms as a string of moans left your mouth. Almost immediately, Paige gripped your arm and pulled it off of your face. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you, alright?"

You couldn't reply with any words, you weren't even sure you were conscious at this point ─ the exhaustion from the game, the anger from the earlier argument and now the utter pleasure of you were feeling was fogging up your brain, you couldn't even think straight anymore; all you could do was sit there and take it.

You tried your best to keep your eyes on her, but you felt yourself slipping as you arch your back. She added another finger, causing a new sensation jolting down your body ─ you hadn't even orgasmed yet and you feel beyond overstimulated.

"Does Caitlin do this better than me, huh?" She mumbled as she leaned forward to press a sloppy kiss to yours lips. "Fucking answer me," she groaned as she pulled away.

You shook your head fervently, the only words you were really understanding were "Caitlin" and "better". Her movements became faster and deeper with your answer, causing another loud moan to slip out of your lips.

"Fuck, please," you cried out as you leaned back into the bed. Paige quickly pulled you down by your hips, making sure to pin you down as she continued to finger-fuck you. "Please,"

"So polite, baby. Fucking three years, it took me three years to realize that they only thing you needed was a good fuck for you to be nice, huh?" She spoke harshly as she felt you tighten around her fingers, your face contorting into utter pleasure as you shut your eyes. "Now I know whenever I need you to shut up, all I need to do is fuck you, right baby?"

Her words all blurred in your mind as she began rubbing your clit, and you were cumming all over her fingers ─ the knot snapped hard, you were crying out so loudly, Paige was worried the neighbor's were gonna call the office.

She helped you ride your high as you caught your breath, before she pulled out her sticky fingers from your cunt. Before you could even process it, she stuffed them inside your mouth roughly as her blue eyes analyzed you.

You sucked them clean as you finally came back down to Earth, finally (kinda) being able to think straight. You were breathless, your legs were shaky and you were sweaty all over again. You finally opened your eyes to meet Paige's eyes, your heart almost jumping out of your chest at the look of utter admiration on her usually disinterested face (at least, when it came to you).

Before either of you could revel in the moment any longer, Paige's phone began to buzz in her sweatpants. She sighed loudly before picking it up, "What's up?"

You could recognize Nika's voice as she spoke but you couldn't quite understand what she was saying. However, when Paige's expression turned cocky as she took another look at you, you had a couple ideas on what it could be about.

"Yep, we made up. We're fine now, don't worry. Yeah, we're good, y'all can head to bed," she nodded along with whatever Nika was saying, a cocky ass smirk on her lips.

"You wanna talk to her? You sure?" Paige took a look at your disheveled appearance, laughing as your eyes went wide. Before you could protest, she handed you the phone. "Here you go,"

"Hey, babe," she spoke softly through the phone. "I made P go and apologize, I hate seeing you fight like this and-"

Her voice slowly became background noise as Paige leaned back into the bed, pulling you into her chest. Your heart began beating out of your chest as you relaxed into her embrace.

"-And I just love you guys, okay? Y/N, you still there?"

"Y-yeah, sorry. I'm just sleepy, we love you too, Nika," you got out as Paige smirked at you.

"Okay, okay," Nika replied, her voice filled with genuine affection. "Get some rest, okay?"

You said your goodbyes before handing the phone back to Paige, who ended the call with a satisfied grin. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Paige, only she would fuck your brains out then make you answer the phone.

You laid on her chest quietly as she pulled the blanket over your body, pulling you even closer. You guys sat in silence, both of you knew there was a lot of debrief ─ however, both of you were too tired to bring it up.

"I'm sorry for bringing up Caitlin, that was a bitch move," you began as you closed your eyes, getting comfortable beside Paige.

Paige's hand gently traced patterns on your back as she sighed softly. "No, I'm sorry too," she murmured, her voice filled with sincerity. "For being a bitch, and saying all that stuff about you not making it into the WNBA,"

"I know you didn't mean it," you mumbled as you felt yourself drift off into sleep. Paige leaned over slightly to turn off the lights, and you both slowly drifted off the sleep.

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[ophelisstuff]

pls do more cc and pb fics u write so good !!

VACATION WEEK | P.B x C.C x Reader

authors note ENJOYYYYY

requested by : anon

word count : 568

warnings : just paige and caitlin being dumb, a few curse words

So far, the vacation getaway with your girlfriends had been a living hell. Beginning to feel like a single mother constantly scolding two young children.

Weeks before summer break, Caitlin and Paige had brought up the idea of an island getaway for the three of you.

Claiming that it was the best way to kick off summer by spending a week on an island with each others company — and without argument you agreed.

Eager to spend time with your girlfriends who were always taken away from you due to their busy basketball careers.

You were ready to relax and enjoy your quality time with them. The three of you had even cleared your schedules out for a week to make room for the trip.

The days leading up we’re anticipating, making sure everyone’s bags were packed correctly and nothing important was left behind.

However, it all paid off once landing and witnessing the islands beauty — excitement rushing within you parting ways with the plane.

Deeply hoping that the sass both your girlfriends had to offer would fade away for just a week. Hoping there would be little to no room for their occasional disagreements.

Yet, as usual, you underestimated the two women. Because here you stood, arms crossed over your chest as you watched them argue over what to eat for lunch.

“I don’t want pizza - they probably don’t even have pizza! I want wingstop!” Paige argued with Caitlin.

The two growing annoyed with each other because no persuasion was happening — the disagreement was only deepening.

“Yeah well i’m pretty sure the chances of this island having pizza is higher than it having wingstop!”

All you could do was sit on the couch and watch the two disagree. Silently deciding on a solution that could bring their bickering to an end.

“Listen to me when I tell you this. I do not care. We’re having wings for lunch, Caitlin”

“No, we’re having pizza for lunch! you can have wings literally every day!”

“and you can have pizza every day t-”

“We’re not having either if you two keep this up” You interrupted, sliding your phone in your beach bag that held towels, waters, snacks and sunscreen.

Both the girls went silent, the disagreement being dropped as they exchanged dirty looks.

“How about a beach picnic?” You proposed, hoping they’d agree to the idea. Believing it would be more enjoyable with the ocean scenery in view.

Waiting for an answer, you watched as the two exchanged looks. Hopeful that your idea would end their ongoing argument.

“If there’s wings” Paige debated, Caitlin nodding in agreement.

“Oh, and pizza” The brunette added, liking the idea fully.

“You’re both so difficult.” You groaned, happy a solution had finally come into play. Ready to finally exit the hotel room and go enjoy the sunny day awaiting

“now, could you both go change into the matching bathing suits.” You asked from your position on the couch, needing them to get ready so you could head out.

“Oh my god - I don’t wanna match with her!” Caitlin exclaimed through a loud groan, unaware that her words would strike up an argument.

“Well I don’t wanna match with you either!” The blonde fired back.

Exhaling, you leaned back on the couch and allowed another disagreement to unfold. Watching as the two adults standing before you argued like a pair of children.

[wanderer-six]

Careful Care (for @pb-jellybeans)

AN: some sweet forehead-kissing with Rex for @pb-jellybeans!!! I hope I did our wonderful captain justice, u deserve nothing less than all of the love he has to offer ♥♥

Relationships: Captain Rex x Medic!Reader (I imagined a fem!reader while writing, but re-reading I don't see anything gendered. Pls let me know if you catch something, and I'll flag accordingly!!)

Summary: You and the captain have silently pined for one another what feels like forever now. When he lingers in the medbay a few moments too long, you know just the medicine he needs.

WARNINGS: very very very light and nondescript injury mention

Word Count: ~1.1k

The eve of battle is bitter, but sweetened only by the fact that you can see him off.

The cold, sterile walls of the medbay feel warm and homey while you care for Captain Rex within them. With deft and gentle fingers, you apply a bacta patch to the wound on his shoulder. As you smooth the bandage down along the grooves of his muscle, you sigh, shooting him a wary smirk.

“This wound will take longer to heal if you’re carrying it in battle, you know,” you remind him, voice stern but caring all the same. “You really should sit this fight out.”

Rex huffs, shrugging half heartedly with his good shoulder. When his eyes meet yours, they soften, betraying the kindness behind his hardened exterior.

“I’ll be fine,” he insists. “Believe me, I’ve fought through worse.”

You chuckle through a little smile. “Hm. So dedicated…”

One of many things you adore about him.

Your hands linger on Rex’s arm for just a moment too long, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his eyes seem to fill with unspoken words when you finally do move away. As sweet as you are on the captain, you know he cares for you just as much. With the way he acts in your presence, you think you would have caught on even if his brothers didn’t inform you of his affection at every opportunity. 

But, shy and respectful, Rex hasn’t spoken of his feelings on his own. You would never rush him to do so—a clone’s life is burdened by endless regulations and rules, so you understand his hesitation to explore a relationship outside the chain of command. So, until he’s ready, he has your patience—and your utmost care along with it.

When you finally finish patching him up, you take a step back.

“All right. I think you’re clear for combat, Captain,” you tell him. As he stands, you cross your arms. “Well… as ‘clear’ as I think you’ll tolerate.”

A soft, genuine chuckle passes Rex’s lips.

“I’m sure I’ll hold up fine,” he smiles. He hesitates, before adding, “...you’ve never let me down before, after all.”

You smile, though your cheeks are burning. “I don’t plan to start now. Good luck out there, okay?”

Rex nods. He holds his helmet awkwardly in front of him, standing idle as his lips purse into words he can’t speak. He locks eyes with you, holding your gaze for just a moment, before he looks away with a sigh.

“...thanks,” he murmurs. 

Unwilling—or unable—to say more, Rex goes to walk past you. But something compels you to reach out—latching onto his armored wrist before he can return to his brothers and prepare to ship out. Your heart races, especially with the look of surprise on his face as you draw him closer to you.

“Actually… there was just one more thing before I can let you go,” you confess.

Rex tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “...what is it?”

Wordlessly, you smile. You pull on his wrist just enough to bring his face closer to you. And once you can reach him, you dot a kiss on his forehead.

If you’d had him hooked up to a monitor, you would certainly have heard Rex’s heart stop. The poor man’s eyes shoot open; he forms a sheen of sweat before he can form words. But he doesn’t need to say a thing. You offer a kind smile, relinquishing his wrist.

“Be safe, Captain,” you say, leaving him to recover as you head off to tend to your duties. “And good luck out there.”

~~~

With your few hours of downtime, you’ve returned the medbay to pristine condition. Even so, you still find yourself cleaning more—idly scrubbing tables and tools, going over spots the cleaning droids made spotless hours ago. You suppose you can’t help yourself, needing some way to stay occupied. Whenever the men are out in battle, you worry endlessly about whether they’ll return to you safely.

About whether Rex will return to you safely.

Swallowing anxiously, you coax yourself into deep breaths. As hard as it can be not knowing, you have the utmost trust in him. He’s the best, after all… and you’re certain he’ll always make his way back to see you.

A sudden bustle in the halls catches your ear. You know it can mean only one thing—the battle is over, and judging by the excitement in the men’s voices, it was a victorious one. 

Setting down your cleaning implements you walk to the door of the medbay, hoping to flag down one of the soldiers and get a report on the good news…

…but to your utmost surprise, when the door hisses open, someone already stands before you: Captain Rex.

To your embarrassment, a heavy sigh of relief escapes you. Even so, you beam, unable to do anything but in the captain’s presence.

“You’re back!” you chime, welcoming him into the medbay. “How did the battle go?”

Rex finds a half smile, tucking his helmet under his arm.

“As far as I can see, it couldn’t have gone better,” he reports. “Minimal casualties and a tremendous territory gain for the Republic. A decisive victory.”

As he speaks, your eyes light up at how proud he sounds—and you’re proud of him, all the same.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you say, cocking your head with a smirk. “Though I expect nothing less from the finest soldier in the Republic…”

Rex averts his gaze from you, rubbing the back of his neck. Again, you see his mind racing—his lips struggling against whatever inside him holds him back.

Eventually, he clears his throat awkwardly. “Actually… I have something for you.”

Curious, you tilt your head.

“Hm? What is it?”

Though his shoulders tense with anticipation, Rex manages a step toward you. He looks into your eyes, wordless but intense. And then…

…he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to your forehead.

Your face burns hotter than a starship engine. When Rex pulls away, his uncertainty melts into a knowing grin when he makes out just how bashful you’ve become. Gently, he pinches your cheek between his gloved fingers.

“You wanted that back, right?” he asks in a teasing tone you don’t often hear from him. But when his hand settles, cupping the side of  your head, his voice turns more sincere. “It helped me out in that battle, but I think you should hold onto it for now.”

Though your heart races and your head spins, you wear an unwavering smile. You set your hand over Rex’s, leaning into his touch with all the affection and warmth you’ve held for him all this time.

“Don’t worry… I’ll take good care of it.”

AN: Thank you so much for reading!! I rly hope you enjoy PB, u are so wonderful to me and u deserve the most kissable captain in the galaxy 🥺🥺✨✨

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Omg Nour happy 500 followers!!! You deserve every single one!!! (Also pls ignore that I accidentally unfollowed you and had to refollow you oops).

Can I please request prompt #13 + Fives for your celebration?

Again, congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! 💜💜💜

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜱᴀᴍ!!! ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ☺️ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪɴ, ɴᴊ, 20 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ 😆

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ, ᴄᴜᴍ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɪᴅᴋ ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ???? ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ???), ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʙ ꜰɪᴠᴇꜱ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 553

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Shit, baby…” Fives grunts through his teeth. You gaze through your eyelashes, flatten your tongue once, twice over his cock, and his face, already tilted up, ascends to the ceiling with a barely contained groan. “Baby, baby…”

You hum, innocently and sweetly even when your mouth is filled with him. You’re sure he can feel the vibrations of your voice through his whole body with the way his chest rises and falls; a shiver must have run through him at that moment. Fives heaves and finishes his sentence inadvertently.

“...Fuck, you’re so good.”

You pull off slowly, smacking your lips as you disconnect and giggle.

“I am?” You ask, tilting your head slowly.

Fives looks down again, laughing breathlessly. A hand runs over his face, raking back the messy hair that’s obstructing his view of his favorite girl. The twinkle in them is so incredibly heavenly, you want to just take a picture and hang it up for everyone to see, for everyone to admire your beautiful boyfriend.

“Do I really have to say it for you to be satisfied?” He jokes, and you giggle again, taking his still throbbing dick in your hand again. His laugh is interrupted, a weak choke leaving instead, as you run your hand up and down, spreading the slick saliva from your mouth over and over until you let your thumb press to his tip firmly. Fives’ head falls back again. You bite your lip.

“How you’re feeling, hun?”

“Good,” He responds as nonchalantly as he can muster, swallowing harshly. “Fuck, really good. C’mon baby, finish me off now.”

You click your tongue, slowly circling your tongue over his head again, eyes fluttering close the further you focus.

“Think you’re forgetting a word there,” You slur your words, but they still manage to be clear enough for him to understand. He grunts.

“Seriously?” He whines, and you manage to discreetly roll your eyes as his chin is still tilted up high enough for him not to see.

“I won’t make you come until you say it,” You state, firmly pumping his length again.

“F-Fine,” He says, looking down at you again. The twinkle’s been replaced; you know there’s still a raw adoration in there, but now he looks absolutely ravished, incredibly desperate for a release only you can give him. “Please, baby. Please? Make me come. Let me come…”

You smirk, leaning down again and taking his entire cock back in your mouth in one movement. The groan that leaves him is sinfully toe-curling.

As he nears his release fast and hard, you feel him try to pull off you.

“C’mon, y-you don’t have to–” He insists, and you don’t even have to think over his words to know what he’s talking about. In response, you only take him in further and suck.

That does it for him. He’s coming all over your tongue, unable to control himself anymore and you lap it up greedily, swallowing every bit until he’s starving again.

His eyes wide, he grips your hair harshly and brings you up to his lips, shoving his tongue into you, desperate to feel his come in your mouth.

And when you finally push his chest to get him off of you, all he can do is smile.

“I’m gonna marry you just for doing that.”

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[partyinthemysterymachine]

If goomt had a live action adaption, who would play Harry and James?

>:3c!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELL HELLO ANON THANKS FOR COMING TO CATER TO MY VERY SPECIFIC AU INTERESTS,

pls also take a look at my GOOMT actor AU rundown right here if u haven't already :3c!

well.. ok. here's the thing:

once upon a time (many moons ago), i actually did assign Harry and James real life actors to get a better idea/handle of how i wanted to envision them. this was at a time where i was still making a lot of OCs and was using primarily PBs (aka PlayedBy's, or FC/FaceClaims for you young folk >:/ ) for their reference.

so i went actor a-hunting. now, it's pretty safe to say that the way i portray my boys do NOT align with how the actors look, but you can definitely see where inspiration comes from, LOL:

HARRY - JOSH CHARLES

(i'm a sucker for a man with a Nose™️)

and you can really see the resemblance in this much older art of GOOMT/my Harry from waaaayyy back in 2019, before I Fattened™️ Him (as well as just got a better handle on what he looked like, LOL)

as for James..... i really, REALLY love and keep this one close to my chest LOL, and i've spoken about my Big Brained Actor Assignment For James Sunderland before, but ohhh i'm always glad to bring it up again >:3c!!!

JAMES - EWAN MCGREGOR

now truth be told, my art of James never really reflected Ewan McGregor's look LOL. but GOD was he PERFECTLY JAMES in Doctor Sleep like. i lost my Mind, LOL

these days i would still shove Ewan McGregor into the role of GOOMT James, tho obv.. preferably the Younger Version of him. i honestly don't know who i'd cast these days; i really don't keep up with actors or anything anymore.

which means that the same has to be said for Harry. i definitely would Not cast Josh Charles as GOOMT Harry anymore, but i just don't know who's out there who would be a good replacement and/or match.

that said, i do have a PB for GOOMT Douglas (who also is just my Overall Douglas Portrayal) with some usual tweaks.. but hehe ;)

[enluv]

sorry i’m replying so late but stop,, i LOVED curious george growing up!! i watched pbs kids and qubo religiously. idk if you watched any other pbs kids shows but if you did, do you remember that dinosaur train one??? pretty sure that’s what started my weird obsession with dinos😭 i watched 20th century girl a while ago and i SOBBED SO HARD. i’m gonna need at least a few more months before i can watch it again😭 burlesque and 500 days of summer sound super interesting!! also a sad ending for 500 days of summer?? i’ve been needing a good cry. definitely coming back to give you my review after i watch them!! hmm since it’s on netflix rn, i’d recommend ferris bueller’s day off! whether you’ve watched it or not, it’s a classic and always brings joy and laughter! i’m a bit of a theatre and choir kid so i have to recommend la la land or pitch perfect!! (omg also totally unrelated but i got invited to join my uni’s acapella group today which i’m rlly excited for!!!) okay okay lastly,, ik we’re talking abt movies but i NEED to recommend anne with an e. it talks abt a lot of important topics AND has that slow burn, academic rivals to lovers (if i remember correctly) romance.

never apologize babe! im replying to this now and it’s been a WHILE 😭 i loved pbs kids !! not sure if I watched qubo though! BUT YES I RELIGIOUSLY WATCHED DINOSAUR TRAIN I WAS VERY INTO DINOSAURS AS A KID 😭 ALSO YES 20TH CENTURY GIRL IS SO GUT WRENCHING LIKE I CANT ! for 500 days of summer I think it’s debatable, some ppl say the ending is realistic and some say it’s sad! imo it’s a bit of both! i definitely need to rewatch Ferris that’s a good movie fr !! my sister LOVES la la land! have yet to watch it though so maybe i will soon! ALSO THATS SO COOL WHAT PLS HAVE SM FUN!! my schools super big on acapella so it’s always nice to watch it :) ALSO ANNE WITH AN E IS SO GOOD I LOVED THAT SHOW SO MUCH ESPECIALLY THE LIKE LESSONS BEHIND JT LIKE OMG TOO GOOD! if you’re looking for something kinda silly I recommend superstore, it’s a fun show and honestly so good !!

[matsuostan]

petition for pb to make more bloodbound stuff

[deadontheinsidebut]

Happy Anniversary, Salt-shaker

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You and Tsukishima are celebrating your 2 year anniversary and he shows a side you’ve never seen before. (it’s summer and you both have just graduated from high school a month ago). It’s basically a day in a life with Tsukishima with a hint of soft boi :’)

Warning(s): soft Tsukki ☺

Words: 1.7k

a/n: ik it sounds kind of boring but I promise it’s cute!! Pls give it a read.

Today marks the two year anniversary for you and your boyfriend. It was the beginning of summer and the sun was starting to come out a lot more. As you stare outside your bedroom window, a sleepy voice muffles for you to shut the blinds and get back to bed. Sometimes, you forget how soft the snarky middle blocker is in the morning.  

“I’m sorry sweetheart, is the sun bothering you?” You ask, snickering at his babyish antics.

“Mmph,” he murmurs something incoherent into the pillow.

You make your way over to your bed that was currently occupied by a certain blond haired boy. 

“What was that, sweetie?” you say.

His arm extends quickly and pulls you into his arms. Your eyes are wide open in shock as he holds you like a teddy bear, his big form enveloping your petite one. 

“Be quiet. It’s too early for this,” he mutters against your ear. 

“But Tsukki-”

You were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing onto the top of your head. The next kiss landed on your ear. He slowly makes his way down to your neck, his warm breath makes you blush. 

“T-tsukki, what are you doing?”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You turn to face him and his eyes are half-closed. He lazily blinks and stares at you. The closeness between your faces makes your heart flutter. Two years have passed and you still get butterflies. A couple minutes of staring passes before Tsukishima begins talking again.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

You bury your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment. 

“Where did all your sass go, princess?” 

“Shut up,” you grumble. 

You both lay there for what felt like eternity before your stomach grumbles. 

You can feel the vibrations against your body as your boyfriend lets out a deep laugh. 

“Lets get up and eat,” he decides for you. 

The both of you are up and dressed now. You and Tsukki have got the house to yourselves since your parents were off vacationing somewhere in Hawaii and of course what better thing to do than to call your boyfriend over and have a sleepover?

His sluggish romantic side was gone the moment you both left the bed. He was back to his smart-mouthed self and you didn’t mind. After all, that’s exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place. 

You’re slaving away in the kitchen trying to make an English breakfast when Kei comes over to you with a cup of warm tea. He’s smirking at your distress because he knows how much you hate cooking in the morning. He would offer to help you, but seeing you scrambling (pun intended) around the kitchen trying to find the eggs was much more endearing. 

Eventually, you do finish making the food and you two settle down to enjoy breakfast. Eating with Tsukishima is usually filled with silence as he liked to enjoy his meal in peace. He has his signature headphones over his ears and is humming along to the music. You watch his relaxed demeanor and can’t help but sigh softly at him. This makes him look up at you and smirk once again.

“What are you looking at, you weirdo?” 

“Hmph, why do you have to make everything sound bad, Tsukki?” You whine playfully.

You’re munching on your bread when you feel a foot rest under yours from beneath the table. Your shocked eyes make their way up to look at the salt-shaker, but his eyes are focused on his food. You decide to take his strange form of affection in stride and continue to happily eat your breakfast.

Since the sun was shining so brightly on your anniversary, you decided to take advantage of it and have a picnic at the park. Hand in hand, you two made your way down the trail of the park. The flowers surrounding you two alone was enough to bring a smile to your face. 

“Keiiiiiiii,” you drag out his name. 

He’s looking at you suspiciously because you only say his name like that when you want something. 

“Pick me a flower!” You exclaim.

You don’t actually expect him to comply but...

“Tch, stupid,” he responds as he bends over to pick up an iris. The light purple colour was so much more beautiful in the sunlight and your eyes glimmered in excitement at the romantic gesture. You open your palms awaiting the flower, but Tsukishima had other plans. He gently places it behind your ear and fondles your hair. 

God, you can’t get enough of him. And he can’t stop smirking at your bashful face. 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your hand again and leads you over to an empty spot of grass. You spread the picnic blanket across the grass and you both sit facing each other on it. You two are eating the basic pb and j sandwiches when a ball is kicked in your face. Tsukki quickly turns his head in the direction that the ball was coming from, his face looking like he was going to punish whoever was at fault for hurting his precious girlfriend. 

A little boy rushes over to retrieve his ball and apologize for the incident but Tsukishima was not having it. His eyes are staring daggers at the poor boy and you can see the kid cowering at the sight. You quickly step in front of your boyfriend and the boy and smile at him.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You reassure the boy and he takes this chance to run away. 

Tsukki is quick to spin you around and check your head for any bruises. After a million “I’m okays” and him chastising you for not and dodging the ball, you both settle down and finish the picnic. You soak up the July sun and wish this day could last forever minus the ball to the head.

It was almost 6pm and you both had booked a room at a karaoke bar. This was your idea. Tsukishima just grumbled and went along with it because he wanted you to be happy (hehe). When you two get there, you sing the first song. He’s laid back against the couch watching you prance around the room enthusiastically. His eyes are on your every move and you start to slow down at his intense gaze. He’s entranced by you. You’re everything he wants. you notice this and take this chance to sit on his lap playfully while singing loud and proud. His arms make its way around your waist and you lean down for kiss. But before your lips could touch, you pull away and the song ends. He’s grumbling at your tease and you laugh as you get off. 

“Your turn!” You declare, once again not expecting him to actually get up and grab the microphone out of your hand and whisper in your ear,

“It’s payback time, princess.”

It’s safe to assume that he only calls you by that pet name when he’s scheming as well. The song he’s chosen echoes around the room and the tune of “Love Story” by Taylor Swift is heard. Obviously, you are as surprised because you didn’t even know that he knew this song considering his opposite-of-anything-sweet personality. 

As he belts the lyrics of the song, he takes your hand in his and stares deep into your eyes. He does not need the lyrics, you notice. He sings “marry me y/n you’ll never have to be alone..” and his eyes hold so much conviction that you almost believe him. Your heart is fluttering wildly and you leap into his arms. He catches you with one arm. The song has finished and your bodies are intertwined in a lover’s embrace. 

Tsukishima makes the first move and shifts your weight so that you’re resting on one leg as he reaches into the carry-along bag he had. He pulls out a pair of headphones that look similar to his except that they were tinted pink. He hands them to you and you examine them carefully. On one of the muffs were your names etched in the center. You gasp at his intricate gift. 

“Now you can listen to music too instead of just staring at my face like a weirdo,” he comments, his signature smirk right on his face.

Your face heats up.

“SHUT UP BAKASHIMA,” but your face is buried in his neck. You appreciate him so much. 

“Oh! I have your gift too!” 

“I told you not to get me anything,” he mutters, but you can see a faint smile on his face.

Your hands reveal a beautiful watch that opens up to display a picture of you two smiling and looking at each other lovingly.

“This picture was from our one year anniversary..” his voice trails off and pink dusts his cheek.

“Yup! You can replace it with any picture later on, but I love this one so-”

Your words are cut off as he pulls you towards him. He’s warm. His fingers press into your back. One hand releases you and pulls you away so he can place his hand on your cheek. He gently caresses your face and his eyes hold absolute adoration. Slowly, as though he were holding a doll, he pulls you in and your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft and delicate. You close your eyes and hum against his mouth. He deepens the kiss and in that moment, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be. 

You two make your way home, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, each other’s gifts in hand. After you two had showered and gotten into clean clothes, you’re back onto the bed but this time, there is no sun. Despite that, the moon is shining just as brightly. It held a kind of mysterious aura to it and it made the atmosphere so much more intimate. You’re cuddling with your back to his chest when he turns you to face him. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asks you.

“Mhm,” you mumble into his chest. 

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes shoot up and look into Tsukki’s eyes. There is nothing but complete love in them. 

“L-love you too, K-kei,” you stutter back. 

This Tsukki was different. He was oh so romantic. Perhaps it was the summer’s spell that was influencing your salty boyfriend, but you wanted to savour it. 

“Happy anniversary, idiot”

“Happy anniversary, Salt-shaker”

[monaownsmyass]

I completely agree with the whole questioning how it’s okay to write the Noah sexual scene but I can’t help but wonder why people weren’t saying this back in ROD time considering MC was also in high school

Hello, thanks for bringing up a valid question.

Here’s the thing, when there’s a sexual scene in games like these, players often tend to sexualise the LIs and not MCs because MCs are who they’re imagining themselves as. Given that we weren’t sure about the ages of our LIs in MTFL (until PB rushed to add that they were 18, very sus of them), they could’ve been sexualising a minor. And lemme just say to everyone, saying that “they’re 18, it’s fine,” is really fucking creepy, pls go check yourself. They’re still high-schoolers and 18 isn’t some magic number.

Not only that, the biggest thing for me was that the way that sexual scene was written was explicit and more in line with something from Witness and TNA (both books that are meant to be erotica) rather than something from old Choices books that are much vague and not in-detailed. I wouldn’t mind if they skimmed over it ‘cuz after all, sex is normal and teens do experience it. But to make it so explicit isn’t the way to do it. Instead of focusing on writing explicit sexual scenes, they could’ve focused on the first time experience thing. Emotions, feelings, clumsiness, not something straight out of a porno.

Another thing, MTFL was marketed as a coming-of-age story and because the fandom mostly consists of adults, I’m assuming that’s where their target audience was. Writing sexual scenes in a coming-of-age story is completely normal but presenting it as sexy isn’t. Presenting a high-schooler who’s discovering sex for the first time as something to be sexualised especially when their main audience are adults is really fucking weird.

And lastly, to the grown-ass adults who are saying people are overreacting and are fine with sexualising high-schooler, when teens express their discomfort over adults sexualising characters in similar phases of their lives, maybe don’t tell them that they’re being dramatic? It makes y’all look dumb asf.

[pbjamas]

hey, i really like your writing! do you have any tips on writing in general?

awwWWW tysm <3 <3 <3 it makes me feel really good that you want to ask ME for writing tips omg

Ok: first thing, take these with a grain of salt: these are MY personal preferences and style. If you don't agree with them, that's totally fine. I just think, since you asked me, might as well give you the PB version <3 This being said, anyone who reads this post, pls don't come disagree with me i'm really not up to that atm lol

1. Write things you don't like.

Not like, hate things that you write! But more like......take a trope you dislike, and ask yourself: ok, but what would make me actually like it? then write that! This is what half of my fics are, tbh. Recently i wrote an amnesia fic, which i'm usually not a fan of bc it's like,,,,, aw, it's not the same character i know and love :/ kind of a thing. So I twisted the amnesia trope to be like.....what if dabi is still himself, just without his revenge mission? and I had a blast. And then my most recent fic was literally called "The Shovel Talk" which tbh is a trope that usually bothers me quite a bit bc it feels out of character and cliche, so i twisted it to how I like it—a little bit angsty.

It makes even things you don't like fun! and it makes them unique and gives it your own creative flavor. I like to think that I have pretty creative ideas, and I don't think I'd have nearly as much fun or come up with as good of ideas if I only stuck to my favorite tropes (torture, funerals, angst, Platonic Genfic Only).

2. Don't give your reader things they don't need.

Things are more interesting to me if they're not outright stated. And your reader is probably smart enough to pick up on them if you don't state them outright. They don't need you to! Leave some things for your reader to figure out! Kind of fits with "show, don't tell." Don't tell me your character is sad. Instead have her stare out the window and take a little too long to drag her eyes away when her sister talks to her, and maybe she sees her mouth move but can't bring herself to care about the noises coming out. idk. of course there's a place for metaphors and the like, but i think other things can be more effective in certain instances.

3. Meaning comes from the things that happen, not from phrasing.

Also very much personal preference and maybe not that popular but............I am a BIG BIG fan of Ernest Hemingway. He writes in plain, simple sentences and words but WOW he can still really make things very deep and impactful.

So. While it is very pretty to use lots of metaphors and say "sadness sank in her lungs like a low tide," overall the deeper message or the feeling the reader takes from your writing is probably going to be what happened, how the characters were impacted, or what the characters said. In my opinion, poetic and pretty and even memorable phrasing can distract from that. I, personally, write very conversationally, like how I talk. My favorite is when prose fades into the background to let the characters and themes shine.

4. Metacognition!

Think about your own thinking process. Or, in this case, think about your own writing. Going back and editing it, getting feedback, reading comments, rereading it—all of it's important. In my teaching and educational psychology courses it was always emphasized that students learn way more and more deeply through self-analysis and through feedback. Same for writers <3 Don't be too critical at first, go through your pieces and recognize all the spots you had fun at or that you really like. Heavens know I don't love rereading some of my stuff, but it's good sometimes!

5. Have fun (duh) and don't take yourself too seriously.

tbh i'm much more of a technical writer than a creative writer and i thought it was too late to get into creative writing (even fic which is like....so chill). I was too nervous to share anything super serious at first......so i wrote 2 crack fics and had an absolute blast. I thought, hey, if I know this is goofy and ridiculous, it doesn't matter if it sucks! Sometimes you gotta do that to get over your fear of not being good! And keep doing it!!!! I haven't stopped writing crack fic bc I have way too much fun with it, and I need a break from doing things that I care about and want to be good. Plus.... it's funny. Let yourself write shitposts. It heals the soul.

[simmancy]

Fine then. The REST for Ojaddy that haven't been answered yet pls and thank

for the record, this is because all Sam sent at first was 

and I said that was cheating

this does have sim spice in it so. you know. don’t look. please.

1. What are things they both find funny?

Their senses of humor are pretty similar, probably because they... developed similarly. It’s gotten darker with recent years, they make a lot of rather dark jokes to one another.

But in general, they can be goofy with one another. They probably speak often in memes.

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

OJ would probably abstain from this question--Maddy prefers less vocal compliments, anyway. 

Maddy: “He’s always right, even when I don’t want him to be.”

4. What would be their ship name?

Ojaddy was the officially decided one, it was MOJ in my earliest notes.

7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them.

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

Who knows at this point? They don’t know where their memories of each other begin.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

The smells of Brindleton Bay in general--especially around the dock/their houses growing up, so the sea, salt air, sand between toes. A bit of beach bonfire for Maddy specifically--OJ associates Maddy with fire for the obvious reason that she is wild.

Additionally, OJ sort of begins to associate the creaking of floorboards with Maddy returning home.

18. What would be their love motto?

Physically: palm kisses. They say a lot with the palm kisses, it’s just their personal way of de-escalating a situation while still saying “I love you, endlessly.”

Other than that, I guess... There’s the line in Dress by Taylor Swift--”I don’t want you like a best friend.” That. They want each other more than like best friends. She really only bought that dress so he could take it off one day.

19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?

I will always return to your side. (OJ: like a boomerang. Maddy: yes exactly)

20. What is a promise they have made to each other?

Besides the one mentioned earlier? They’ve promised to remain in PB Bay, to be close to Kabi of course.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

Well they hunted vampires together for a bit, so that’s pretty cool.

OJ makes Maddy think more about the world around her. Maddy makes OJ braver.

22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?

Oh... Probably, yes. I think they were always going to be each other’s first loves. 

If Maddy had gone the vampire path, she probably would have tried to take OJ with her, tbh................................ A much scarier end of gen 3, tbh.

23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

Maddy puts herself in constant danger. OJ has to be the “bad guy” and bring her back to earth. They forgive each other for these facts every day.

OKAY STOP READING HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 THANKS SUPER APPRECIATE IT actually just stop reading here period if you don’t mind

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

Fangplay for OJ. The second teeth touch skin he’s done..... Maddy is almost always willing to go, though. OJ could just like, walk by her and say, “Hey beautiful,” and she would grab for his junk. When we did the Shipping thing, I filled in her horny levels at MAXIMUM and I stand by that.

26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex?

Is all of it a cop out? They are both CONSTANTLY physical with one another. I think it’s about the reality of it--they spent a long time believing it wasn’t happening, and then it couldn’t happen, and then it shouldn’t happen... That when it did happen, they learned how to revel in it. It’s their own private thing. It’s just theirs.

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

The aforementioned fangplay (which he gets in on sometimes! He bites back when she wants!). Maddy is the dominant one--OJ prefers to submit to her whims ahaha. 

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

Cool great, so actually, when I was writing.... I’m gonna talk about it real quick because I feel like I have to. And honestly, looking at what I have here, I could probably take nonsense out of this ... thing ... for the love scene and the “scene with just body language” because that’s legitimately all this thing is and uGH OKAY HERE WE GO BYE.

So I felt like writing-writing, and I decided to write OJ and Maddy getting together (which there are pictures for), because I wanted to. And AS I wrote it, Madeleine Moon escalated at every turn, so what we got was actually... Her fulfilling her teenage fantasy because she’s mad with power, and it’s of course also OJ’s teenage fantasy because holy shit he has Maddy in his bedroom so. 

I’m EMBARASSED but here is an excerpt from my embarassing secret Ojaddy smut document:

“You really don’t have to, not if you don’t want,” he mumbles, a hand on her bare waist. She laughs and kisses the top of his head.

“But I do want to,” she whispers back, reaching and pulling his shirt over his head. She looks away from him to survey his body, before returning her gaze to his. “Don’t you want me?”

“Yes but—”

“No, no buts but this one.” She moves his hand to her ass, and squeezes for him.

OJ sighs, frustrated. “But this is my—I mean—I always thought—”

“I always thought it’d be in my room,” she confides, stripping her crop top off. Her bra is lacy and black. It’d look great on the floor. “That one day you’d be brave enough to just... Come in and say something stupid, but romantic. And maybe I just wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” 

“H-how?”

“Well, I’d sit just like this,” she says, straddling him. One arm is around his neck. “And I’d begin kissing you, starting... mmm... here.” She leans forward, and he moves to meet her lips, but she kisses the blade of his shoulder, then a trail of fire up his neck. “And... maybe my hand would end up here.” It’s on his chest, moving up and down. He isn’t imagining that she’s admiring him. Her mouth has reached higher now, she’s nibbling on his earlobe. “Maybe you’re brave and touch me back,” she whispers, and he can’t help shivering. His hand is still on her waist, but he’s gripping her tightly, fingernails drawing circles on her back. He wonders if it’ll leave a mark, if she’d like that. Her hand is now hovering, fingertips just ghosting over the front of his shorts. “And maybe I’m especially brave.” She unzips them, slides down to her knees in front of him and her hand reaches and it’s so much, all of this. He groans out her name, every name—Mads, Maddy, Madeleine, like it’s a prayer.

tldr - their real life is a fantasy, Maddy’s fantasy was getting in OJ’s pants, OJ’s fantasy was letting her, now they get to explore fantasies with each other! a true happy ending for everyone

29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves?

This is really just Sam trying to get me to release the smut document huh

OJ’s is kissing Maddy all over. Literally. All over, until she goes feral. So. Edging.

Maddy’s is, of course, biting. Biting and seeing how fast she can get OJ in the mood. This is especially fun when he is supposed to be doing anything else.

30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.

pls don’t make me do that. literally all their dirty talk is asking the other “is this okay” and saying the other’s name

31. What do they love to do after sex?

Naptime in the afterglow

32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex?

Night, for sure. If they start in the morning... They don’t leave bed.

literally i want to crawl into a hole and die but also maybe finish the bad smut document because I stopped right before they got Into it and then ran off and wrote a very, very, VERY different piece and literally all i’ve done for two weeks is written ojaddy and worked on the gen 4 save from the ground up.

[ymiwritesstuff]

Can you pls do a pb dio ch for when he first met his s/o???

Absolutely! I love PB!Dio a lot and his introduction is one of my favorite scenes. I hope you enjoy this!

Irresistible Charm

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood

Dio Brando x Reader

Summary: The new addition to the Joestar family seems well mannered and sincere. You however can’t seem to brush off an uneasy feeling when around him, not only that but Jonathan’s new brother seems to already be scheming something not only against his new family, but you as well. 

Being a member of a noble family close to the Joestars meant frequent visits to the manor inhabited by the two remaining members of the family. These visits often consisted of important matters of discussion, however sometimes your visits were due to complete enjoyment as you found yourself enjoying the company of Jonathan and his father.

Today it was time for one of those visits. Jonathan had actually mentioned that someone would be coming to the mansion as a new addition to the Joestar family. He didn’t know much about this person only that he was around his age and that his father had recently passed away. Upon hearing his story from Jonathan you couldn’t help but to feel sorry for the boy. You could only hope that this arrangement would improve his life.

“Any ideas on when he is arriving?” You asked the male walking beside you. It was fairly early in the morning but due to your even earlier arrival you had been spending your time in the presence of Jonathan. He was a good friend of yours, often spending time with you in your childhood. It was delightful and your parents quickly recognized your friendship, earning your families trust in each other.

“Father said he’ll be here shortly” Jonathan replied before crouching down give Danny a good few pats on his head. This caused a small smile to form on your lips. “I hope he’ll be here soon so I have time to meet him before I must leave” Your parents wanted you back home fairly early for whatever reason, so your own carriage would most likely arrive before long. However you at least wished to welcome Jonathan’s new family member to his new home and perhaps get to know him a little before your departure.

Just then, an unknown carriage stopped in front of the mansion. You cracked a smile at Jonathan whose own smile matched yours. Both of you approached the carriage, whose door quickly flew open, followed by a suitcase that was thrown on the ground. Your brows frowned ever so slightly but your attention soon returned to the person, who gracefully jumped from the carriage, landing beside his luggage. His fiery gaze quickly turned to you and Jonathan, his whole demeanor brimming with confidence. The description Jonathan gave you wasn’t false as he looked about his age, but something about him was strange. As if something sinister was hidden away behind those confident eyes.

“You’re Dio Brando, right?” As expected Jonathan’s tone was welcoming and kind, that of a true gentleman. The boy -Dio, as Jonathan had called him had a self-assured grin on his face and sharp eyes watching Jonathan’s every move. “And you must be Jonathan Joestar” His tone was smug, almost mocking in nature that made you feel somewhat uneasy. 

“Everyone calls me Jojo. Nice to meet you” Jonathan then turned to you. “This is (Name) (Surname), a member of the (Surname) household” Dio’s eyes were fixed on you, his grin turning into a smug smirk. He took one of your hands in his, bringing it to his lips. “A pleasure to meet you Miss (Surname)” The way your name rolled on his lips made shivers run down your spine, a slight crimson shade apparent on your face. “Likewise, Mr. Brando” You gave him a slight bow, an action which Dio didn’t mind in the slightest. “I hope you enjoy your time here.”

Just then, you noticed Danny running around, having come slightly closer to the three of you. The dog always made you smile as he was so well mannered, much like his owner. “Danny!” Jonathan exclaimed, crouching down and quickly glancing at Dio, whose face now was much more displeased. “See him? That’s Danny. He’s my dog” Yet another glance was laid on Dio as Jonathan was introducing his companion. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t bite.” Just then Danny came charging towards you, tail wagging in excitement towards the new person.

Dio’s eyes narrowed in malice and quickly brought his knee up, hitting the poor dog in the face. You gasped in shock and heard Danny whimper as he fell on the ground. Jonathan quickly began defending his pet. “What was that for?! You’ll pay for that!” Upon noticing Jonathan bringing his fists in front of him you quickly took a few steps back, quickly glancing at Danny to make sure he was fine. Dio’s eyes never left Jonathan as he mimicked the young gentleman’s violent stance.

Your (E/C) eyes narrowed at Dio. What on earth was he thinking? Your suspicions about his venomous intentions had only grown as soon as he had harmed the poor animal.

Before the two of them engaged in combat, a stern voice caught your attention. “What’s the matter? What’s going on here?” In the front door, stood Jonathan’s father and a few servants. The boys quickly relaxed their stances, Dio bowing down before him, in a apologetic matter. “I’m sorry. The dog jumped at me. It was a reflex” His tone sounded sincere which made you question your own suspicions. While it was true that Danny ran towards him, but not out of aggression. Then again, you wondered if he had had a bad experience with dogs in the past which might explain said reflex. What you didn’t notice however, was the devilish smirk Dio wore when his face was facing the ground.

“Ah, I see” George replied and took a quick glance at Danny who was now back on his feet, seemingly in fine condition. “I apologize for the incident. Danny tends to get excited” You were glad he didn’t have any injuries as that would’ve been heartbreaking for Jonathan. “Please come in, Dio” He moved aside, inviting the blond inside. Then his gaze quickly focused on you. “Miss (Surname), will you accompany us?”

You were about to answer positively when you heard the sounds of a carriage behind you. Looking behind you, you recognized your family’s coat of arms. Your gaze softened in slight sadness as you sighed. “I’m afraid I must return home Mr. Joestar. Thank you for the kind offer though” You quickly turned around approaching your ride, stopping briefly beside Dio and Jojo, turning to the latter first. “It was nice to spend time with you Jojo, hopefully we can meet again soon” You offered him a kind smile which he returned before beginning to walk towards his home.

You then turned to Dio, whose eyes were firmly on your own a smug smirk once again decorating his face. “Once again, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brando” Trying to stay formal in front of him was proving to be difficult for some reason. Perhaps it was his burning gaze or his admittedly handsome features. “Please, call me Dio my dear” His nickname caused blood rush to your cheeks once more. “As you wish” You begin to retreat to your carriage, almost stepping in before being unable to resist the urge to look back at him. Dio noticed your gaze and felt a boost in his already massive ego. Of course a beautiful maiden like you couldn’t resist him. “I’m sure we’ll meet again, (Name)”

“Yeah, me too. Until next time.. Dio”

And with that, you fully stepped in the carriage, ready for your trip to home, during which you could only think about him, and him alone.

[normal-thoughts-official]

pbs. twimg. com/media/DsaHW77V4AAvkad?format=jpg&name=360x360; pbs. twimg. com/media/DsaHXmEVYAAxrfI?format=jpg&name=small Alec can play piano #confirmed

loved getting this ask because the notification just said “pbs. twimg...” and i was wondering for years what the fuck that meant before i opened it

anyway wow i can get behind this. i’m pretty sure that’s from b*ok canon because apparently specific tunes fucking???? upset demons??? and apparently bach wrote a song because it made them disappear or some shit?? diuahdsuiahdas it was just like okay i guess shadowhunters are bringing whole ass pianos with them to hunt demons or something. like how is this useful

but anyWAY my point is it would make sense that alec has learnt to play the piano just because weird pretentious pompous shadowhunters/because it had that one utility, but he never truly enjoyed it, it was just like whatever and honestly he got kind of nervous he wanted to be in motion you know. but one day it comes up and magnus is like wait you can play the piano?? and alec is like “just this one song” and magnus is like “no we gotta fix that” and alec is like “magnus no pls” and magnus tells him it can be fun and he teaches him some songs alec actually likes... and like not to be like this but yeah queen. like shut up and let me dream about alec playing the piano parts of love of my life, or gooD OLD FasHioNED LoVEr b OY (!!!) or the millionaire waltz.... oh my god the millionaire waltz is totally something that alec would play for magnus just for the shits

just like he knows magnus enjoys these songs and every time he plays them magnus has the biggest smile on his face and sings along with all of his dramatics and it’s cute

and actually i’m picturig the two of them trying to play the death waltz just for the shits and giggles because obviously that’s impossible. but also with magnus’ magic they can actually follow the crazy ass instructions like “insert peanuts” and “release the penguins” and obviously it’s a whole ass mess but also what is alec gonna do, back down from this crazy ass challenge? and they just can’t stop laughing as the two of them try to play this song that takes 14 ppl and demands the presence of cattle and it’s a mess and they can’t stop laughing and it’s just funny and sweet and stupid okay :’) aaaa i love they

[spookysnicket]

Brahms, Jason, & Bubba HCs

@abduction-seduction: Omg yes pls!!! Could you do hcs or something for Michael Brahms Jason and Bubba with their lady dealing with an angry uterus?? I’m so irregular that when I do get it, it is from Hell. Will not stop bleeding (BLEEDING OVER EVERYTHING AND RUINING LOTS OF CUTE THINGS) cramps that make my stomach upset. All I want to do is lay in the fetal position and eat/and or drink/ chocolate all day 😂 I just want cuddles from my favorite slashers 😭😭😡😡❤️❤️ Thanks so much 🥰

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(Again, I keep wanting to write drabbles instead of HCs- so these might be a little lengthy ): Sorry love! But I hope these make you feel a bit better! HCs below the cut)

Brahms Heelshire

🔥 Brahms is the most educated on menstruation out of these three- after spending so much time in the walls observing mummy and daddy, he’s vaguely familiar with the concept of what’s up with your downstairs

🔥 Though, granted Mrs. Heelshire’s age, it’s likely that Brahms has gone a while without anyone experiencing a period- if we’re assuming none of the previous nannies stuck around long enough to endure theirs in the manor

🔥 It was still rather early in the day, Brahms just finishing breakfast and watching you unload the newly delivered groceries. Breaking out of his trance, he noticed something odd sitting on the counter top across from him

🔥 A surge of curiosity pulsed through Brahms, who took a last mouthful of food before moving his mask down over his exposed lips and scooting himself away from the table. He moved to the sink with his clean plate, eyes still glued to the package all the while

🔥 Picking it up earnestly, he looked to you with cheerfulness in his eyes, “Y/n? Is this for me?” Brahms held out a bar of chocolate you’d made a last minute request for, upon discovering that your time of the month had arrived

🔥 “Well, maybe a little could be- if you’re a good boy, that is.” You smiled, though, in the back of your head now realizing that in hindsight you should’ve ordered an extra for the ever so insatiable Brahms

🔥 “Then what’s it for?” He questioned, sure to add a tinge of dejected tone. “Well, my period. I had a craving, so-“, “Period?” Brahms interrupted, cocking his head to the side

🔥 You giggled a bit at his bewilderment, “Time of the month. Err, menstruation- do you know what that is, Brahmsie?”

🔥 His head popped back to it’s previous even posture and his face flushed- body tensing with a jolt of embarrassment. Brahms nodded slightly before extending the bar of chocolate to you like a scolded child

🔥 “No need to be embarrassed dear.” You placed your sweets back on the counter and swiped up an empty box, raising onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to Brahms’s cheek before sauntering out of the kitchen

🔥 When you returned, you found an uncrusted PB&J waiting on the dining table, with a square of chocolate on the side

🔥 “Daddy always made mummy meals when she was unwell.” Brahms mumbled softly as he pulled a chair out for you. He didn’t allow for your response as he cleared his throat and continued, “What other cravings do you have, y/n? I’ll make dinner tonight, perhaps dessert, too?” Nervous excitement extenuating his words as he babbled on- his thoughts playing out overly exaggerated scenes of you relishing in his assortment of Michelin Star worthy sandwiches (accompanied, of course, by hopes of earning some of that ‘good boy’ chocolate)

Jason Voorhees

🏒 Though Jason is far from cleanly, and certainly one of the last people you’d think of to be off put by things like blood and gore- there are exceptions for you

🏒 Initial dread sets in after he’d walked into the cabin and noticed you lying on the shared bed, motionless and swaddled in red smeared sheets

🏒 ‘Campers? He was sure he didn’t miss any of the pestering trespassers. Had someone broken in and hurt you?’ Are just a few of the manic thoughts swirling Jason’s head like a hysteric tornado

🏒 He trudges over to you in incredible silent strides, ripping you out from the bed to assess any damage

🏒 You, of course, are startled and frankly scared shitless as you’re torn from your warm blankets and deep slumber by a very handsy Jason

🏒 Pawing, gripping, and groping at your sleepy form- Jason man handling your body is an act so out of character for your usually docile and gentle lake zombie, that it grants for your first reaction to be equal concern

🏒 It takes you a moment to connect the dots, with Jason’s hands speeding around you, but he quickly deduces that the deepest blotch of dark crimson is located between your legs. As he goes to heave them apart in search of your wound, you yipe and push his hands back

🏒 Grunting in surprise and guilt, Jason’s grip finally leaves your body as he looks into your eyes in search of explanation

🏒 Flustered and distressed, an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment floods your every vein as your nerves fire off, cringing into yourself and instinctively covering your face

🏒 “Don’t worry, Jason. It’s just my period.” You trail off sheepishly, though Jason isn’t comforted by the answer one bit

🏒 Too ashamed to say a single word more, you hurriedly rush off into the washroom

🏒 While you shower, Jason absently works on dinner- engulfed with hurt and concern before his thoughts are dissolved by one fond, motherly voice

🏒 Pamela makes a very welcomed visit to her boy in this time of need, guiding him through all the wonders of the uterus experience

🏒 Once out of the shower and into a new change of clothes, you’d all but managed to wash off the regret of earlier’s events. You reflected in the mirror for a while, working out ways to help Jason understand your body, and to apologize for leaving him in such a distraught state

🏒 Peering out the door and into the bedroom, Jason sat rather uncomfortably for his size on the side of your now made bed

🏒 Standing in the doorway, you mustered the best explanation you could. Jason leaped forward, cutting you off mid apology, and pressed you to him in a tight embrace. It was another rather unusually forward gesture from Jason, but one you found comforting- gladly reciprocating it

Bubba Sawyer

🐓 When it comes to Bubs, his family is a big part of his character, so that’s where we’ll start

🐓 These boys, ohhh these boys- the Sawyer clan has always had a strongly unbalanced gender ratio, so you’ll be mostly on your own when your monthly friend visits downtown

🐓 While Drayton has some experience with the cycle, he gets grossed out by it and wants absolutely nothing to do with helping you out. If you’re willing to argue for it, you can get excused from chores until the flow ends- as long as you promise not to bring up the topic around him again

🐓 Chop Top and Nubbins know that you bleed, but they never quite got the grasp of why. It probably won’t prove much worth to try and explain it to them either, since they won’t stop giggling like a bunch of school girls the whole lesson

🐓 And Bubba, poor Bubba, has no clue as to why one morning he woke up beside you with your legs all bloody. It sure as hell nearly gave him an aneurysm as he flailed over himself to shake you awake with mortified whinnies and screeches

🐓 Your makeshift pad was no match for the wrath the old ovaries had harbored overnight, it seemed

🐓 As you’d not thought to mention or explain your period to Bubbsie, he’d gone and thought that during his restless sleep- he steamrolled you flat as a mat, and you’d bled out like a squashed bug

🐓 After calming Bub down to gentle sobs, you explain that it’s just “something people with certain parts have to do every month”, bless his heart

🐓 You were so calm about the whole situation, that to him was a full on red alert emergency. You’re so brave!

🐓 Groggy, his mind still hazy from sleep and brain scrambled by the aftershock of sudden panic and this bizarre new information- Bubba was once again befuddled after you casually switched to complaining about the mess all over your favorite panties

🐓 His heart as noble as always, Bubs managed to click into care mode despite his utter confusion, lurching off the bed and over to the closet in search for fresh clothes

🐓 Bubba tenderly laid a set of day wear onto your lap with a couple tender pats before shuffling over to your side of the bed- tugging on the sheets lightly as to ask you to stand so he could change them

🐓 You thought to do so for a moment, before yawning and groaning at the all too familiar sensation that pulsed threateningly in your abdomen- the dreaded morning cramps

🐓 Instantly detecting your unsettled reaction, Bubba recoiled his hands to his chest, worrisome whimpers escaping his lips

🐓 He kneeled down in front of you as you rubbed your stomach on the edge of the bed. “Hey Bubbie, sweetheart, you think we can lay down a little while longer?”

🐓 With a few earnest nods, Bubba removed the clothes that sat on your lap and crawled back onto the bare mattress beside you- shoving the stained sheets to the foot of the bed

🐓 Considering repeating the gentle circles he’d seen you massage into your belly, but too fearful to put you in further pain, Bubs reached an arm above slowly- gauging that you’d push it away had you not wanted to be touched- and delicately placed it over your tum

🐓 Your content sigh was enough encouragement for Bubs, as he nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck and began to glide his hand over your midsection with a comforting pressure- cooing to you with gentle hums

[elizabethrobertajones]

14x08 watching notes

This episode is the Worst I had to lie to my mum when I came downstairs trembling and tear-stained to get a cup of tea to recover, and play it all off as cold symptoms, and now I feel complicit in some sort of deceit with the episode and like Meredith broke the fourth wall through sheer pain.

Good morning, I slept in until seven after they started digging up the road outside at 9pm at night, so I still kinda have a lingering headache from that, but I'm pretty sure Meredith is about to make good on the Dean n Jack murder pact or something else of that level of awfulness so... *deep breath*

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YAY it is Lily!! I mean it was pretty obvious from the costuming because wow she's a distinct person but idk maybe some people thought it was her mom?

Anyway getting a recap just of how terribly Jack is doing and then also a reminder of Lily Sunder is just.. Good recap. *kisses fingers*

(*curls up in agony*)

In all the drama I never noticed Rowena being among those who yelled "Jack!" when he went down and to be honest she knew him five minutes and I'm crediting all that panic in her voice to his absolutely ridiculous powers of being the most adoptable creature in the cosmos. You take one look at him and you want to make sure his shoelaces are tied properly and he has a glass of milk.

Anyway he totally caught Rowena off her guard and made her express an Emotion(TM) that was not spite and a good chunk of that is new and improved Rowena of the last year or so, but also just... She bonded HARD :P

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Ironically I left the spoon in my coffee in my haste to get up here and start watching so now I will drink it like that and possibly exit the episode also wearing an eye patch

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I watched a second and tucked the largest, most comforting stuffed toy this family owns under my arm. Yes, not my personal stash of friends, the family heirloom squishy guy who has been with us through all the worst stuff D:

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The framing is Sam sitting at Jack's bedside, Dad no.1 as season 13 firmly established for us, and the dad with the closest traditional relationship of father/son to Jack. Then Cas hovers nearby, struggling to be as close but still Dad no.2 with the ongoing and uncomplicated connection to Jack in the sense that both just sort of accept they're now father and son without any debate or internal wrangling, and that's always been Jack's in with the family and the way he inadvertently got Cas to vouch for him from beyond the grave when he said Castiel was his father and Sam immediately just flipped to Team Jack, not, of course, that he'd not been giving him a huge chance and trying to reach out to him already, but that was his "oh shit this is now my son because Cas is dead" moment.

Finally, Dean fills the foreground, face in shadow, the conflicted Dad no.3 who can't even face his dying son, taking it personally because this is literally the fourth smol child he's taken under his wing who he then lost, from Sam, Ben, Emma, a truly tragic collection of lost children. He resisted adopting Jack because he couldn't be a parent again, not after what Sam put him through as a parent, and yet Jack, the most adoptable boy in the cosmos, eventually wormed his way under Dean's skin too, and by the end of season 13 Dean was acting fatherly towards him and by this season Dean's been opening up the doors and letting Jack be his son. And. Whoops. As SOON as you took him on a hunt for one on one father son bonding time, look what happened.

And so Dean will lurk in the foreground, not looking at Jack, peering moodily into some dark empty box that metaphorically is his soul or his remaining ability to cope with losing children or some such nonsense. The pandora's box of parenthood. He's full on dark romantic hero brooding.

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OH  NO  IT IS A RECORD PLAYER NOT A BOX

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I need our family to retroactively adopt a larger, squishier friend to hug in this trying time

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Having archived every single one of my watching notes ever between last episode and this episode, I'm more than usually pained by Dean's "not meant to be crap" line because he's been resisting it the entire frikkin time, when Sam kept, even long long long before they knew their real destinies, musing if HIS own personal angst was meant to be and Dean was like don't give me that destiny crap. I swear there's lines about this back in season 2 or 3 when Sam is musing on his powers and the grim lot fate had dealt them. This is a callback line to Dean dealing with his own sense of unravelling control and pure panic about what was happening to Sam, back when that was a thing in the very early seasons and he was having to face the kid he raised from a baby amongst all that tragedy now recklessly declaring all sorts of horrific things about not being able to resist his destiny. Oh, also, in season 2, while under a murder pact from John about killing him if he couldn't save him.

Honestly, it's barely a relationship worth mentioning if you don't have a murder pact going with Dean. Ben is literally the only one of all 4 children AND CLAIRE who hasn't had one with Dean.

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If this episode involves Dean bringing any of his records in to play for Jack I'm gonna go out in my pyjamas and take a long walk to the sea and then keep walking once I reach it

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Dean you did not walk nearly far enough for Jack to not hear you thump the wall outside his room

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PS: totally figured the promo scene was an early emotional beat between Dean and Cas which utterly delights me because the earlier that came in the episode the better as it meant less and less chance it was about anything other than Dean and Cas having an intense relationship over this whole thing.

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Jack is the absolute worst about dying. He's this saintly angelic little boy from like, no later than 1900s literature, who exists only to bravely suffer and love with his whole heart. He's snatched out of an era when kids needed morality tales about how to die politely of consumption with the least amount of fuss for their parents and 300 siblings.

How dare you fucking die selflessly. Humanity is at its Bithc This Isn't Fair stage. Throw a fit. Go walk into the sea out of protest.

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Okay you're in Kansas I understand how that is an unrelastic option and I grew up spoiled by the immediate location of the sea should I ever need to walk into it.

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This show has never made me cry before the title card before.

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This is the Pippin and Gandalf scene from Return of the King with the whole Into the West thing that they wrote for a sick fan who died before the movie came out and literally Annie Lennox sings what would be Jack's THEME for this scene.

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Sam is horrified that Jack didn't even live long enough for a LotR marathon to explain the reference that's making him bawl.

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I LOVE that this scene with Dean n Cas is just about Dean being a wuss about watching his son die because that's so much worse than Jack having asked for a mercy kill or anything. And this all before the title card. Cas tearing Dean a new one about going in and watching your son die smiling beautifully like a little cherub who can't wait to find out what happens next.

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Jack's gonna be dead before the title card, isn't he?

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Oof.

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Hey, Dean, one more reason to hate yourself :) :) :)

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Also robbed Cas of watching him go.

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But I think tbh they could have done this if Dean wasn't being a coward about watching Jack die that they would leave Sam to sit at this side in the last moment.

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Ugh, my eyes are leaking too much to type. What the hell is all this wet stuff coming out of them.

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I've never seen a TFW shot where Sam was the shortest but he is slumped over like someone cut all his strings.

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"Your brother's in pain" AND WE'RE NOT? YOU'RE NOT? CAS ISN'T?

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Dean stopping Cas going after Sam with just a catch of his shoulder... Ugh. The two of them are still connected through all this in a way where Cas and Dean are connected whether Dean's in the most obvious pain or Sam is.

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Cas, pls be selfish and in the most obvious pain at some point this episode.

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Oh please don't make me watch Dean telling his mom that Jack died

please

I beg you

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They put a photo of Kelly next to Jack's bed D: Or has he always had that?

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That's not even the photo that Cas had pinned to his board in 12x10 and yes I went and checked, I'm leaking tears too much to watch because Cas is standing over him and this is going to be the worst while Dean's answerphone message lays over the top.

I'm so not here to watch TFW mourn their son.

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They had him for like a WEEK this SUCKS.

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ALso I said "please don't make me watch" so they cut away to Cas mourning silently while Dean talks to Mary's answerphone because Meredith is an evil fairy who whimsically takes your wishes and twists them into even worse options.

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*takes my glasses off and throws them aside angrily when Sam emerges carrying a duffel over his shoulder and wearing the fucking orange jacket he first met Jack in*

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God, I don't even wear them for focus, just lack of headaches. Why was I bothering.

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7x10 and this episode are probably going to be unholy companions in this show's canon

"She's come down with acute Tear Duct Blockage. The only option is head amputation or we make her cry, NOW" "Don't worry, I have just the thing."

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Dean this answerphone message huuuurts

Also explains the Buckleming issue of not calling Mary, to just say, yeah, it escalated, rapidly.

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Your brother is storming off and Cas is broken.

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If I have to see Cas see a set of PB&J crusts and a glass of milk identical to what Dean saw in 9x10 I'm - well, I'm still here instead of walking off into the sea so my threats are starting to look a bit performative. BUT I'M THINKING IT.

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Cas watches Sam go, while Dean is being dwarfed by the bunker and obfuscated by its maze of corridors.

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*presses my hands over my eyeballs* STOP. STOP IT. GOD. You're not even sobbing or anything you're just lEAKING. This is so annoying! I'm gonna dehydrate and they'll find a shrivelled skellington here and I'll go with just a few quiet sniffs and a dumb smile on my face like fucking Jack did.

Now I'm just distraught about the first time ever in canon we see Cas drive, it's in his dumb blue car and Dean's broken and not up for driving even if Sam presumably hadn't stolen the car for his errand/driving until he finds the sea and walking off into it mission. All my myriad fantasies about Cas behind the wheel of the impala and Dean grinning at him like yeah that's my baby (which one is he talking about?), and nope we're getting Cas's little partymobile and Dean's mute expression of grief.

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NEVER MIND THEY SHOWED ME SAM CURLED UP ON THE GROUND USING THE IMPALA AS A BELOVED FAMILY HEIRLOOM TO HUG AND I SOBBED OUT LOUD FUCK  YOU MEREDITH FUCK YOU

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I need the tissues why were they not here in preparation for this episode

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I need to avoid my mum all day on the ground of spoilers because my face is a walking spoiler

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"TELL ME YOU DIDN'T  MAKE A DEAL" "wha- no, I'm trying to make a pyre"

Making a pyre doesn't usually involve curling up on the floor.

Cas is getting an accidental glimpse of 13x01's emotional landscape, not that anyone will tell him this was what it was like for Dean, that we now have Sam in the spot of. We're getting some mirror image missing moments, like we just saw Dean get the axe out but did see him begging God... in this one we see Sam go take it out on a tree.

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Incidentally I re-read all of Terrible Coffee AU two days ago for Reasons and the scene where Sam is whaling on a tree while screaming into the sky is pretty much this. Which is fucking hilarious that 2 years ago I decided Sam taking out his feelings on the local trees was a Thing when he was depressed.

(I wrote that scene the day Eileen was murdered on the show and honestly at the time he was mostly just angry on canon!Sam's behalf and I figured I'd come up with plot reasons later.)

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Oh, they weren't driving the party!mobile, they were driving something else. I'm not even gonna ask where they get these vehicles

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Yeah I'm harping on Dabb vs cars because Cas is talking about Jack's story ending like this and certainty of death for angels and this is just... the worst.

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the story line - Cas deciding how their stories go. Dean resisting the how it's supposed to be of Jack's death. TFW want to take the narrative into their own hands. We KNOW in this world deaths are stored in notebooks, potential ways to pass that you skate past until one claims you. They're free to write their own stories but the ending is always pre-written for them... It's just a matter of which one. But Cas especially... Jack was supposed to bring paradise, and maybe the emotional landscape between season 12 and 14 is a gulf of difference in their openness and bonds, largely facilitated by Jack's presence in the narrative and relentless open love for everyone who was nice to him and even those who weren't in Dean's case. He breezed through their lives, manic pixie dream girl'd them to emotional health, and mayfly'd out. But that's THEIR stories. That's not JACK's story. That's not the epic destiny something as cosmically powerful as him was due, and the potential he was shown to have... It abruptly gets into the territory of Dany having her whole Stallion That Mounts the World prophecy for the son she lost... I've not watched the TV show since it diverged so wildly I couldn't hack it any more, but the books with everyone wondering if, like, Jon Snow was this guy instead, etc, picking this that and the other guy... what if Dany's lost child WAS the only one it applied to and the prophecy just fizzled out? ASoIaF looms over Jack's narrative... He's literally been framed against an Iron Throne in the past, and his character arc for parts of season 13 was a sort of anti-Joffrey in many ways. And then in death, GRRM's unromantic look at fairytales and heroic narratives comes for him too, that maybe it doesn't always happen like the stories say...

... but of course, he also has LotR coding, and in THAT regard, Sam Gamgee has his good old speech about the heroes in the stories and how we relate to them and are inspired by them and become them. The stories that matter. And Jack's was supposed to be one of those. In a way, their lives have been so epic that Jack mostly having a personal impact rather than a cosmic one seems wrong to them. That he didn't become the great hero of his own story, but was a tragic hero who ran a dramatic but personal arc and burned out because his asshole father killed him and his asshole uncle presumably finished him off with an experiment in grace transfusion. At least if my dashboard is to be believed :P It's inconcievable to TFW, the "making it up as we go" people who tore up the script and threw away the pages, that they can't just make this happen or that Jack didn't serve some great purpose. Even men as weary of Destiny as they are, struggle. Just because that was their lives, so how could the son of all three of them not follow in all his fathers' footsteps?

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"Jack being taken before his time... Being taken before *me*" Cas shut the fuck up.

But that is the speech from Theoden, and once again Sam is Gandalf, which is fucking hilarious that Sam's been Gandalf TWICE this episode.

Ever it's grown on the tombs of my forebears...

you have four bears???

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God dammit that joke didn't stop me crying as they go knock their glasses together and hold Jack's lil 3 dads wake

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3 Dads Wake is a great name for a whiskey

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God, Cas is drinking.

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CAS.

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They need to give him like one bottle to every finger of whiskey they drink but dammit if they don't get Cas loaded.

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Letting them talk privately about how aweomse Jack was and not letting us hear it is a crime

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Listen you don't even know me if you didn't think as soon as the nougat appeared on screen I didn't hit pause and sob for a whole minute with my hands over my face

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Officially worse than bobby and the goddamn licorice conversation

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Cas laughing with caramel hanging out of his mouth is the worst thing the sho whas ever done and I'm suing for emotional damage

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Imagine being one of the bitter stans who hates one or more of TFW or Jack right now watching this scene. God, are you even human. They're eating Jack's secret nougat stash they all pretended they didn't know he had.

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I can't believe I'm now thinking that Lily showing up will probably be a lighthearted way to bring up the mood of the episode.

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Cas is offficially wobbly! We have Cas tipsyness!!

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Sam tapping out first. Oh no. Don't leave. Don't.

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Fuck you Sam Winchester how dare you canonically be the most lightweight of TFW consistently for the entire show and need to go crash off the side of your bed and sleep on the floor while Dean n Cas are still drinking together.

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Did Dean seriously outdrink Cas.

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Well that's... something.

I am gonna cling to that like a rock in the churning sea I have walked out into.

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Also I managed to calm myself down with walking around my room taking deep breaths so I could go downstairs pretending not to be a wreck, so I could get tea, and my mum made me finish the sudoku for her. I don't have the heart to show her this episode. She loves Jack more than anyone in this god damn fandom and maybe more than Cas does. Maybe I'll lie to her and say the show ended last episode and Jack was fine hahahahaaaa

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OH FUCK I hit play and there was a single line of dialogue for the whole wake. Dean drunkenly slurring to Cas, I think, you know we did everything we could, right?

I'm...

*walks further out into the ocean*

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"Here's to you Jack, wherever you are" I am not okay.

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Oh fork you Meredith we did not need to see the boy in Heaven eating burgers.

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Oh fork you Meredith we did not need to see the boy in Heaven eating burgers while on a case with all of his dads.

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OH SON OF A BENCH THIS IS THE DODGE CITY CASE AKA 13x06 MEREDITH YOU DINK.

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Oh dear, Heaven is broken. Who was the ashhole who was saying that Jack should die so that he can go to Heaven so he's well-placed to help deal with all this nonsense.

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LOL Jack would be the sort of person who goes to Heaven and doesn't need more than a second of prompting to be  like oh wait I am dead and in Heaven, and just, like... Go open the door. Just pop his head out like cooee I wanna hang with my dads anyone here to replace the bulb in the sun so I can carry on hanging out here for eternity?

Like, seriously, I'm dead, this is when I am supposed to catch a break.

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Let The Boy Say Fork.

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Listen, secondary to his power to be adopted by everyone on sight, Jack is uncanny also with just walking into trouble.

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And to try and be clam for a moment, this is Jack getting pulled back into the story, but not just by unfortunate happenstance, because he was the one with the sharpness, the cosmic awareness even on this level that Heaven just doesn't quiiiiite work for him in the way it's supposed to even if say it was at full power, that he is the one who voluntarily not just understands instantly that something is wrong, but then is fully snapped back to his old self, and chooses to open the door, and that is the moment of choosing to continue his story, at least for now.

It's like how the last time we saw Bobby chronologically was in Inside Man and Cas and Sam woke him from his repose and got the fighting spirit back into him enough to open his own door and rejoin the story for one last hurrah... And it was a choice there too, a moment of once more telling the natural order to screw itself, Bobby could step outside the proscribed ending of his narrative one last time.

Unless Jack finds him and is adopted on sight today.

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Sam looks way too healthy.

Invigorated by having a Plan

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Lils. Finally getting to see the Bunker filled with all her stolen research notes.

And no that wasn't canon before, but boy am I hoping she recognises her research amongst all the bunker's angel lore.

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Men stealing fuckin everything

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"We've never looked through Kevin's angel tablet translations"

HAVEN'T WE?

NO

WE HAVEN'T

THEY HAVE BEEN THERE

FIVE

FUCKING

YEARS

And every forking time something comes up where they might be useful I say, HEY WHAT ABOUT KEVIN'S ANGEL TABLET TRANSLATIONS?

and the show says

hey so we don't have the angel tablet but we do have the demon tablet

and I'm like I'm sure that won't have any dumb side effects that could be avoided by having the angel tablet translation just on hand in your archive

did Meredith hear me screeching

because I screeched very very loud after 13x14

13x13 sorry

that was Bucklemming handing her the wrong fucking tablet

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this is bitter vindication but feels even better than her and Bobo remembering the grace extracting needle in 12x19

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Glynn is a fucking gift.

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On the other hand this episode now is pulling on 9x06 and 12x10 at once and that makes me feel woozy

I can't deal with a Glockeybo combo

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Also waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Kevin's handwriting. I can't deal with that AND Bobby memories AND FUCKING NOUGAT DEATH

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Which I mean I do feel instantly better about once he opened the door and let himself back into the story and I stopped crying at once and cheered up and Lily is indeed providing much needed relief, wild as that all sounds.

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Lily trying to explain her soul magic to Sam and Dean, rubes who haven't done a single enochian calculation in their lives.

Wait, no, Sam has done one, in ... 12x19 ...

But yeah, a rube and a completely self-taught asshole who knows like one thing about it.

And she's like oh yeah just use his soul and they're like AAH WTF LILY and she's like er this is the most obvious thing in the world what is the problem here

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where are my cas reaction shots

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Jack wearing an eyepatch for the rest of the show would be adorable and hilarious

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"it won't cost much... he'll never miss it" trust me his soul is enormous and boated with sweet nougat love, he can spare it, guys.

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Dean being able to say "Jack's dead" one day later, when he couldn't say it about Cas practically until he was BACK

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Nice trade. TECHNICALLY nothing dodgy about it at all, at least in the sense that aside from resurrection consent issues from Jack, once he's back the choice is still on him to choose to grow old and die as Lily has done, or even to stop using the magic to sustain himself and die again immediately if he is squicked out by it... Or it all comes from trading on his OWN soul power.

Definitely better than demon deals or having any favours looming over them etc

And with Heaven in the state it's in, honestly sending Lily there might be easier than they think if NO ONE IS LEFT TO RUN IT.

Er, imminent ghostpocalypse issues aside.

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We're in ghostpocalypse territory as of a minute ago show time, btw.

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Cas has quietly observed all this chatter and we get back to him when he says, "Don't you think Jack should decide for himself" so honestly Cas is right there with me, and I always like when me and Cas are the ones agreeing on a thing in the episode.

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Obligatory reminder that Sam is more aware than most about soul stuff

*takes another piece of coal off the pile I was going to send Meredith for ruining christmas*

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HEY, ANUBIS.

Don't tell him about what they did to Osiris

Unless that would amuse him

Wait never mind Meredith is literally throwing in amusing snark about 7x04 which I think when Adam Glass disowned that episode (despite how I actually think it's really good and he was too hard on it) he never expected anyone would ever want to throw in amused references about it in canon ever again.

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"When God left - sorry, long story - " Lily is one of the few people who seems able to conceptually roll with the nonsense TFW deals in all day.

She should join the squad. Always room for a 100 year old badass with deep enochian lore knowledge.

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I'm sorry has Jack crashed Kelly's heaven or is this a rando little girl. I immediately thought she was Kelly in the long shot and they substituted a lil girl for POV when we got closer and actually had to go back and look again and she was the little girl all along.

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This also conceptually looks so much like Cas's eternal tuesday afternoon.. A rainy, flower-filled garden.

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Roosevelt looks SO much like the doggie in 11x20 aside from anything else

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IT IS KELLY

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This is horrifying since they never ever got to meet ever until now and I'm suing Meredith

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I mean I'm already suing her but I'm just adding this to the list of complaints. My laywers are working overtime on this episode.

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FORK!! THEY GOT HER BACK FROM LEGENDS OF TOMORROW FOR A DAY!!!!

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Can Kelly and Jack go on a rampage around Heaven to fix things?

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Her hair is suspiciously darker from the back which I think is her Legends look from the gifs I've seen

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Wait, Bobby had a forking dog called Rumsfeld, and Kelly has Roosevelt.

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"Hi mom you're dead"

".......................................................... NOooOoOooooOOoo No no no baby no"

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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Dean resisting the spell and complainging "gotta happen, no other way" is making me feel like the Heaven Drama is going to smack them right before they can get it all done and give them a LOT MORE to worry about than Jack but also give them a roundabout way to see him again and also, of course, mean Lily might be useful for an entirely other purpose while she's here...

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Dean right now is rationalising this through the lens of that all their terrible deals have been terrible and that this is just one more step on the Winchester life and death merry-go-round, and of course that Jack is about to get the full family treatment he deserves. But that's the Winchester lens of looking at things that even when deaths are brutal and lives cut unfairly short, there's going to be a way to bring them back if they haven't finished their stories. John finished his, in 2x22 seeing Dean get the revenge he needed to be at peace, but everyone else...

Is it ethically right to put Jack on that merry-go-round when he smiled sweetly and died with as much enthusiasm as he gave pretty much everything in his life?

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The table lamps are out in the bunker D: them being dark is so ominous

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And Cas shows up like shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit something worse going on guys

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They're so casual about just summoning gods into their front room these days

Of course they're doing it in the spot in front of the door with the war room behind in one direction... The opposite end of the library to where they opened the rift.

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Sam picks his way through the wet paint but Dean stands right in the centre of this circle for SUMMONING THE GOD WHO DECIDES WHO LIVES AND DIES AND WHERE THEY GO to have this lil chat with Lil?

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And now Dean steps out of it and corners her with the obvious question - what's wrong with your magic and why are you risking going to Hell to stop using it entirely?

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I'm so sorry you have to look at more dead angels, Cas

I'm also so sorry they were killed by black slime because wow after season 7 that was a laugh and a half for you

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... Can you swear in the hallways of Heaven?

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DUMA LIVES

(probably "for now" though hopefully longer than that)

Ma'am are you aware you have a Nougat on the loose too

I'd love it if Cas is like hi what's happening also have you seen my son

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This actress needs to come back for a 3rd time to follow Dean around in a crisis moment.

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OH NO now Cas is coming to the heaven memory and seeing what Jack considered his best memory

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YEAH. I knew Naomi would show up, I just didn't know when :D

(She wasn't in the credits as far as I could tell but I already sort of knew they were leaving people off? Or maybe I was thinking lol I bet Amanda Tapping is in this episode and they won't tell us... On the other hand she mAY have been in the credits but I was WEEPING MY EYES OUT so didn't clock her despite my efforts to hold myself together and see who was coming up on screen)

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Naomi doesn't have the most dramatic entrance on the show but she sure is racking up points for good entrances one at a time each time she appears. She never just, like... toddles onto screen normally.

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"Perhaps the angel side of him knew he was in Heaven" honestly the most tragic thing I was trying not to think about is that he knew the entire time but he was willing to play along and enjoy hanging with his dads for eternity despite that.

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Oh man it's another dispute over who owns Jack. Is this kid never going to be allowed to just sit and eat burgers and nougat? (Hopefully not at the same time)

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Also based on last episode where it seemed like the Empty was awakening but had Lucifer's eyes and we were all NOOO fork that!! is there some more complicated forked up aspect to what's going on or is it just itself and awake and coming for Jack?

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I love how Naomi just casually knows how many people are in Heaven

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"What's one nephilim boy against all that?" "But he's MY nephilim boy!!"

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OH NO NAOMI

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NOT LIKE THIIIIIS

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We better get an answer on her state by the end of the episode because she's my fave villain bar Metatron on the entire show and devouring her in shadow is just... yikes.

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"give it a sec" *POOF* Anubis is prompt, okay.

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He probably honestly is somewhat slighted that they're 14 years into their career and he hasn't clapped eyes on them.

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"Yeah, we've died." "A LOT."

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I honestly, at this point, do not blame them for their lax attitude towards the permanence of death. They need a lot of counselling they're not getting and until they do they really are going to always be terrible at this.

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A brief moment where Anubis is like, am I going to get Flirty Banter with Dean Winchester?? and he looks at him and Dean's eyes are all dead and "my son is dead" and Anubis sighs like welp not today oh well better luck next time, if I survive this...

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Getting flirty banter with Dean is a sign of high honour and takes you to some very interesting places.

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Into Dean if you stick with it like Crowley did

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And Lily's been standing there this whole time like wow these boys suck up all the attention in the room and I kinda hate them

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Oh I LOVE this abacus. Is this some nerdy ass research that meredith did to know better than most what to expect here? Even I haven't heard this one, though I haven't really revisited Egypt lore after the expected Egyptology phase as a kid...

Anyway the half white half black beads are super interesting in a wider show symbolism way.

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Oh deeear, Lily.

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Of course that instantly makes you fascinated about what would happen if TFW stuck their hands over it.

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What a good line on the show's philosophy about making your own fate - it's not destiny or a choice from above or anything like that. Your individual actions get you sent to Heaven or Hell in the natural course of things and it's weighed in such a way all he can do is use his equipment to read which way you're going... Everything else is down to you. Free Will, write your own story.

Of course, if Lily did some huge sacrifice I bet she could change things.

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CAS LAUGHED

ugh this episode should be banned.

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If you hug Kelly I'm rioting.

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Everyone who ever hugs Cas slaps their hands firmly on Misha's broad shoulders like it's law and digs in and I don't know if it's because Cas has this wonderful presence about him that even when you're around Misha acting him in the moment you get swept up in it, or you just want to hug Misha like that, but Cas hugs look like the most amazing hugs in the universe and everyone just GOES for it.

Also I am typing this nonsense because I literally used up my box of tissues earlier and the next option is stealing a roll of toilet paper. So I will snark and try and ward off the sobbing.

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"I'm so sorry. I failed you." Kelly, who has spent about 5 minutes in Jack's presence and understands his nature even beyond her blind faith in him from before but now gets to see the evidence of it: "You didn't. You didn't."

Yes, please can more characters tell Cas that he did a good job even when things don't quite go to plan. Dean's drunken slurring about how they did the best they could, this...

Kelly tells Cas how wonderful Jack is like Cas doesn't know and Cas breaks up.

And you know what this looks like and I'm not going to survive typing this and can already feel my eyeballs filling up with water... 10x20 and Jimmy and Amelia talking about Claire at the end of the episode oh god I hate it take it away from me.

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Oh good Cas telling Jack we need you alive to fix Heaven but just in a passive way where you not being dead means the Empty backs the fuck off rather than you having to DO anything

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Ooops the Empty is here as Dumas. I suspect she's not surviving this episode but MAYBE Naomi survives.

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I am saying with full wishful thinking after seeing her completely consumed by black goo

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I do like the concept of "THERE ARE MAJOR STAKES TO RESURRECT THE BOY. BRING HIM BACK THIS INSTANT. LITERALLY SAVE THE UNIVERSE BY BRINGING THE NOUGAT SON BACK TO EARTH." because that makes it so much different from "hey bring me back and maybe accidentally unleash some terrible evil in the process but we'll deal with it later  because that's what we do"

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"HE'S OUR KID" Sam snaps

I hate it, thanks

For the love of god appeal to  her more as a fellow parent.

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Dean DIRECTLY EQUATES Jack and May

Hold me

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Equating no soul to not being human in front of Sam aka our no soul test case. Owie. Another reminder of just how hard Dean took it in season 6 until he got Sam back, all that skin crawling feeling of being around him...

You know what? Jack reminds me of the sort of example nice ensoulled Sam stuff we saw in 6x12 when Jared was allowed to play over the top sweet and uncomplicted for a few scenes, just to be a total contrast to how he'd been acting thus far in the season. Of course, we saw him for like 3 scenes of Dean smiling in pure relief when Sam did Nice Things before it all got complicated again, and Jack's been a long-time character :P But Sam does have a sweet street that when it emerges in the rare times it can be uncomplicated, is I think the closest equivalent to where Jack's innocent sweetness is drawn from. He's the son of Sam's puppy dog eyes specifically.

But yeah I think Lily just needs to have this resistance and anger about it all to make it so much more of a flip if she were to decide to do the spell, so that it counts as an even gooder good deed to MAYBE flip her chances. By giving her a good work to do.

And hey maybe if she meets Jack for a minute she'll love him and then be changed by the experience and go out and do more good things etc etc.

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DUMAS IS SO GOOD AT BEING CREEPY!!

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Misha hammed the FORK out of being the Empty and now she has to live up to it and she IS.

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CAS don't fight the Empty by trying to stab it, fight the Empty by humming this is the song that never ends.

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*makes a disgruntled sad noise about being forced to see Jack laid out on a table in his cute lil PJs with his cute lil socks*

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Wait, if Lily does this spell does this mean she's using up the last of her soul to do it and going to the Empty anyway?

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ANGRY LIONESS KELLY COMING TO YELL AT THE EMPTY AND GIVE IT A PIECE OF HER MIND

I've just paused after her yelling "STOP" but whatever happens next, she leaped in when Cas was getting kicked around and that's BAD ASS.

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Hitting Kelly is like... probably a rage button Jack didn't even know he had so I would like to see how that goes over, but we cut to them trying to resurrect him.

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I forking love how this is 2 seasons in a row where the message seems to be that you live to spite nihilism and the bitter end of death.

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D'aw even though Sam said they'd pray it was Dean who used prayer to reach out to Cas in Heaven to give him that heads up. Like, totally practical rather than the sort of prayer he's made before to Cas that was all emotional appeal, but, let's save our son, huh?

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CAS NO DON'T SAY THAT

The Empty might also really want to think about that because it knows you forking suck to keep around so trading yourself for Jack is like... really? do I really want that? :P

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"Not for years. EONS, MAYBE." Cas, bud. I love you. I want you to stay alive that long. Do you really forking think that with the life you lead you have eons left? I mean it's really heartening to hear you talk about yourself this way. But I have to ask.

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The Empty telling Cas that it'll come for him when he finally lets himself be happy is forking hilarious. Cas hasn't been happy once in his life and he doesn't plan to start now. Eons, maybe.

Just like that, he's unlocked eternal, grumpy life. Take notes, Lily.

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I mean on a practical level this is basically like, yeah, this is why Destiel isn't canon, because as soon as Cas allows himself to be happy, he's ALWAYS known he gets punished for it. In 4x20 he rebelled for Dean and was instantly dragged back by Naomi... This sense of another mission, never belonging, always being on the outside and not getting the emotional resolution he needs, and actively running from it at times or throwing himself in the way of danger to make Dean be happy without him... it's interesting honestly that the Empty is here as Duma and not Naomi as she's been the agent of hoiking him back from happiness enough times in canon... And that fear of losing everything as soon as you're happy? That's what first kept Dean from Jack and then as soon as he really truly fathered Jack, happened to him. Like, that's Team Free Will's entire life story, starting with Jess, to date, here with the Empty making this threat.

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Duma survived!!

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Cas... really could have just bought a few minutes to do the spell rather than given himself that burden >.>

But he's determined to make a more lasting sacrifice, one that ensures this won't happen again with Jack, that he can always die whenever he wants and go to Heaven and not be bothered here.

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Oops Jack's angry now. Now he's seen a dad sacrifice for him, he's suddenly got a case of the Winchester Angsts. Dean in season 2, for starters. Not a good place to be D: Dean in season 2 is proportionately his worst season.

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I'm not crying because I think I already died earlier in the episode, but that was... truly awful... to watch Cas tell Jack he's at peace with it and he loves him and everyone loves him and then Kelly butts in like I LOVE YOU TOO and mom him a bit with straightening his jacket and hugging him and... UGH.

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Lily has either the start of a heart attack or loses her soul entirely in the background and wanders into a corner to die? Er.

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OH HEY WE ALSO MANAGED TO GET THE WORST DEAN HUG SINCE 2x22 WHEN HE GRABS JACK. NEVER SEEN HIM HUG LIKE THAT BEFORE, DON'T WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN THANKS

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Nope, she just dieded.

Let's hope she went to heaven and we get a super corny young Lily surprise Alicia Witt return moment at the end since this episode is just throwing everything at it.

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It's Anubis' office!!!

Wow, that's a noisy annoying place to work

Still, I LOVE these visualisations of where the cosmic forces of the universe work

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I called it super corny but I'm DYING to see Lily's fate change.

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"Say hello to your daughter for me" DOn't make me cry about Lily please I beg you I am run dry

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OH THANK GOD NAOMI SURVIVED. Hooooooraaaaay!!!!!!! Oh this is a wonderful ending to a perfect episode to not have to deal with her having being consumed and left dead off-screen somewhere.

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LOL that slam as he realises what's up and even though she obviously can do what she wants, he's still protectively closing Kelly's door to put a barrier between her and Naomi.

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"I'm here to thank you"

Oldest trope in the book, but I love when they look over their shoulder to see if "you" is someone else, and Cas, unflappable Cas, in Naomi's presence, still checks the infinite empty corridor.

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*double checks*

"...... you're welcome?"

Wheee unlocked new plot for altrusim!

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Ahahaaaahaaaaaaaaa Jack wrapped in a fluffy grey robe. Listen. I am

not

okay.

Jack with his burger and Dean's dead guy robe, spitefully living...

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I bet Dean made the burger

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WHY did I type that when I knew how likely it was to make my eyes burn.

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I did not cry at the last scene of them all at the table so I am going to eat extra cookies at lunch as a reward.

And Jack and Cas sharing a little glance, knowing what Cas did. Father and Son's first dire family secret! :')

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And gently roll the camera away to credits to leave them to their happy little scene.

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Presumably with a slow fade so you can fumble for some more tissues.

Gyah.