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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 2.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst in part 2. Possessiveness.

Have a little Georgie smut 🌹

"Ladies first," George said as you stepped out of the burrow and walked towards the little garage where Arthur's car was parked. He opened the door for you and quickly jogged around the side of the car to climb into the drivers seat, having to move back the seat a considerable amount to fit his long legs in.

You drove in silence for a while before flicking on the radio, surprisingly finding that the radio stations could still pick up muggle frequencies. George smiled and chuckled as you began quietly singing along to a song you recognised from the radio and he reached over to grab hold of your hand, entwining his fingers with yours to hold your hand next to the gearstick. You drove over the hills of Ottery St Catchpole towards the centre of the village, driving along scenic, peaceful roads that really showed off the village's beauty. Technically, you could have easily walked but it was nice to have a lazy drive with your boyfriend, who was a wonderful driver, to your surprise. "Oh I love this song!" You suddenly called out, breaking your contact with George's hand to turn up the little dial on the dashboard.

"In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows," you sang with your best Chris Cornell impression, though it would go completely over the head of your boyfriend who you knew, knew nothing about muggle music. It was one of the benefits of being muggleborn that you took great pride in, knowing and loving the music that was so different to the muggle worlds.

George laughed with you, his eyes sparkling as he flickered his eyes between you and the road, watching your little performance that was just for him.

"Black hole sun, won't you come, and wash away the rain? Black hole sun, won't you come," you sang a little louder now, gently head banging with the beat at the little breaks in the tune.

"You really like your music huh?" George says, reaching his hand over to place it on your denim covered thigh in between changing gears.

"I love it, it's actually what I wanted to do before I found out about the wizarding world," you said, realising that you'd never actually told anyone this.

"Why can't you do it now?" He asks, briefly flicking his eyes over to you. You sighed a little and scrunched your face up briefly as you considered his words.

"It's complicated, I technically could but it'd be like throwing behind this incredible gift I've been given. My family are mostly muggles so I'm incredibly thankful that I get to do these things and be part of this world, it would just be a waste of a gift if I didn't do something with it. Plus for me music has always been a hobby, like an escape and a bonding thing with my friends and it's special to me, being part of it would probably just ruin the magic," you explained.

"I guess I understand that, I think sometimes I take it for granted you know with us all being magic," George explains. You nod, listening to him, knowing that his experience growing up was wickedly different to yours, being from a pureblood family.

"You could always perform for me and Fred sometime," he says with a cheeky smile which you laugh at.

"Something tells me you wouldn't like my kind of music, it's not exactly Celestina Warbeck," you giggle, thinking of Molly's favourite singer. George huffs out a laugh and briefly squeezes your thigh, returning his hand to the gearstick to shift gears before pulling into a parking space and shifting the hand break.

You look up and notice you were parked directly outside the paper shop in the middle of the village. "If it's you, we'd love it regardless," George says sweetly, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration which took your breath away. You lean forward and capture his lips in a sweet kiss, placing your hand on the side of his head, his ear encased in your palm as you swept a little tuft of hair behind it. When you pulled away, he leant forward for one more kiss and smirked at you.

It was so nice to spend some one on one time with George, despite slightly missing Fred and their usual back and forth, you craved time alone with George frequently, knowing he was slightly more sensitive than his twin brother. George was the sweeter one of the pair, often a little more soft spoken and more considerate which was always nice to be around.

You both stepped out the car and walked into the small paper shop, immediately walking over to the little fridge at the back, seeing an array of branded muggle drinks for sale. You smiled, seeing the one with a purple label and reached in to grab a few bottles for Fred. George appeared beside you a moment later holding a little wire basket for you to place them into. You reached in an pulled a bottle of irn bru out of the fridge and into the basket, your personal favourite fizzy drink.

"Fancy some snacks?" You asked, turning to him as he threw his arm around your shoulder. "We'll have to sneak them past your mum though."

"And dad, otherwise we'll never hear the end of it," he chuckles, you joining him at the thought of Arthur finding out about muggle confectionery.

You grabbed a few bags of crisps and a couple of chocolate bars you knew Fred would like, careful to avoid anything with caramel after the previous incident with the caramel treat he'd ingested.

"George? Omg my gosh, hi!" The girl from behind the counter shouted and waved as you both walked around the aisle towards the counter where she was sat filing her nails. It was more than causal friendliness, she was outright elated to see him, a little too friendly in her greeting as she moved to stand closer and lean forward a little, trying to plump up her flat chest.

"Oh hi Lauren," George says a little awkwardly. You had to stop yourself frowning at the interaction, suddenly overcome by a wave of unmistakable jealousy which was out of character for you. She clearly knew him well enough to tell him apart from his brother, which irked you more than it should.

"Who's this?" She asked, looking towards you. She had a fake smile plastered on her face but you could see straight through it, her tone laced with something that made your eye want to twitch.

"This is my girlfriend, y/n," he says, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You could see a brief flicker of something pass over her face but she recovered well, though it didn't help the flare of angst you felt.

"No Fred today?" She asked, trying to divert the conversation. She clearly didn't know about your situation or that it was the wrong thing to say, but her mentioning your other boyfriend's name had plunged you into instant distaste, feeling suddenly possessive over both of them.

"Um, no not today," he says, reaching to touch the back of his neck to give it a little scratch as he placed the basket down on the little tillpoint.

"That's a shame," she says quickly, beginning to ring through your items. Godric you wished she would stop talking. Everything she said made you want to slap her more and more. You knew you were being ridiculous but you could see through her little ploy and it was working, at least to piss you off.

"You know I love those little magic tricks you guys do, it's like you're actually magicians!" She giggled with the fakest sounding laugh you'd ever heard and once again you had to fight back a frown, desperate to get out of there. George seemed to pick up on your sudden quietness and started rubbing his thumb over your shoulder where his hand was placed but all you wanted to do was shove his hand off of you.

"That'll be £7.50," she said, never once looking at you as she focused entirely on George. You quietly reached into your bag and pulled out your purse and handed it to George to pay as you began placing the items into your crochet shopping bag.

"So good to see you, you and Fred should come by more often!" She says to George with metaphorical hearts in her eyes, never once stopping the flirtations with him as you gathered your bag and walked out, not even stopping to say bye- though of course she probably wouldn't have even noticed if you'd left long ago and took half the store with you.

George jogged out of the paper shop to catch up with you as you walked to the car, waiting for him to unlock it. You could feel his eyes on you but he said nothing, knowing he would clearly be able to tell that something was wrong with you, your vacant expression a sheer contrast to the joy that was on your face before you saw that bitch.

"You okay?" He asks quietly as you chucked down the shopping bag into the footwell and waited for him to start the car.

"Just want to get back to Fred," you said blankly, knowing that the phrase had a double meaning that would cut him twice, sensing that you'd had enough of him and suddenly wanted his brother. George starts the car and begins to pull away, the silence in the car no longer comfortable as you sit stewing on what had just happened.

"We used to go in quite a bit a few years back, thought she was pretty so we showed her some card tricks that she liked," George began to say, explaining himself though there was really no need. Hearing those words from his mouth hurt you even more than the whole interaction back there. Had they been in since you'd been together? Probably.

"Right," you said, trying to sound dismissive and casual as you looked out of the window, feeling as if tears would start forming in your eyes if he carried on talking.

"It was before we knew we had a chance with you, trust me as soon as we knew how you felt, neither of us have looked at another woman since," he says quietly and calmly, trying to calm you but it didn't really work. You simply nodded, not wanting to speak. You heard him sigh gently before reaching his hand out to place it back on your leg but you shifted in your seat so your body was angled away from him. The sun was slowly beginning to set, the evening crawling in as you passed the familiar hills and winding country roads of St Ottery, but you felt far from peaceful in the moment.

"She never meant anything to us, especially not compared to you," he says, clearly not knowing when to stop.

"So do you both always fancy the same girl or is it just a coincidence?" You couldn't hold back the snark any longer, his incessant rambling winding you tighter and tighter. It was a little sharp and a little below the belt, you'll admit, but the fact that she'd captured the attention of both of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel insanely jealous.

George immediately slammed his foot down on the break and parked the car in a little dirt road, turning off the engine completely and shifting to face you completely.

"No," he said sharply in reply, surprising you at his sudden dominant and angry demeanour, something you had never seen from George. "I thought she was pretty, then Fred got wind of it, joined in and tried to compete. He thought she was fit and it became a game to distract us from getting nowhere with you. I'm not gonna say she's not pretty because I've got eyes but she's nothing compared to you."

You didn't really know how to respond to that, feeling a little heated by George's sudden dominance even if you still felt a stagnant level of irritation from the bitch in the shop.

"We might have found you both attractive but you know what sets you and her apart?" He asks, reaching out for your chin to look deep into his eyes. Your brows knit together in question as he looks at you intensely, "you're ours."

He crashes his lips to yours and given you the kind of kiss that would make your knees buckle if you'd been standing. He pushes his tongue into your mouth to wrestle with your own as he controls the kiss, his hands wrapping into your hair as he undoes your seatbelt. After pulling away, leaving you breathless and aroused, he commands you to take off your jeans.

"George," you say, not quite sure why you're protesting but he simply shoots you a pointed look which tells you to behave and you comply. You shuffle out of your tight jeans, trying to not look awkward as you do so, struggling with the limited room.

"I might be wrong, but it's one of our sweaters your wearing is it not?" He says, his hand reaching over to cup your chin again. You nodded, looking into his eyes but he simply raised a single eyebrow at you, showing that was not the reply he wanted.

"Yes," you said quietly. He smirked just lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturning as he stared at you intensely.

"It's our house you're staying in isn't it? With our family, in our bedroom, our beds?"

"Yes."

"It's us that get to kiss you, love you, fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, your breath hitching a little at his words, the words love and fuck circling round in your mind on repeat.

"Only us?" He asks, his hands now wandering down your body to draw teasing circles on your thigh, inching closer to your desperate core.

"Only you."

"Good girl," he says, which makes you bite your bottom lip at the arousal that washes over you at his dominant praise.

"And it's only you that gets us, all of us, isn't that right angel?"

"Yes Georgie."

"Are we yours?"

"All mine, both of you," you whimper as his long fingers begin rubbing your clothed clit through the lace of your panties. "Only mine."

"Good girl," he says whilst pulling back the material of your panties and dipping his index finger down to your waiting hole where your arousal has pooled. "Bloody hell angel, you're soaked. You like being reminded that you're ours?"

"Fuck, yes, yes Georgie, all yours," you moan out as his finger plunges into you, his fingertips dragging on that special spot inside you as he fucks you with his long fingers, adding a second one to stretch you out. You let out a loud moan as his thumb finds your throbbing clit and begins to circle it expertly, just as he knew you liked.

"Fuck angel, you get me so fucking hard," he pants into your ear as he continues to finger you, leaning over to suck marks into your neck. You can already feel the tingling pull of an orgasm building embarrassingly quickly but you'd never experienced dominant George before and it was a sight to see and behold. His fingers moved in you perfectly, having studied you body and becoming an expert in pleasuring you since you'd gotten together.

"George, fuck, please I'm," you begged, feeling closer and closer to your climax with each breath you took.

"Come angel, come for your man," he commanded, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as your climax swelled inside you and erupted. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as he kissed you, your body jolting and locking with the force and intensity of your orgasm. You could feel George smiling against your lips as your body went limp, his fingers focusing on pumping in and out of you to ride you through your orgasm until it had passed. Your body fell limp into the seat of the car as you caught your breath, chest heaving with the intensity of what had just happened.

You let out a little huff of joyful laughter as you came back down to earth, seeing the situation for what it really was as you watched George pull his hand away from you and suck his fingers into his mouth to wipe away the arousal coating his fingers. He let out a little moan at the taste and you had to fight the urge to blush, even though you'd watched him do it multiple times.

"I'm sorry," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, regretting snapping at him. He looked at you with his usual George smile and shook his head gently.

"Not your fault angel, I'd have felt the same way if it was you," he admitted, running a hand over his face. "You know that you have nothing to be jealous about though right? I'm crazy about you, and unfortunately for me so is Fred, but that's how it is," he says, looking deeply into your eyes, chuckling a little at the Fred quip. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sometimes it actually hurts to look at you for too long, it's like looking directly into the sun," he smirks, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. You chuckle in defence but the look he gives you tells you he means every word. "I can't talk for Fred, but there's not a single woman on this planet I'd rather be with."

You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss that conveys all the emotions you felt, wanting to show him just how much he means to you. You pulled apart and smiled at each other before you moved away. George readjusted himself not so subtly and you instantly felt guilty for not offering to help him out. You placed your hand on his thigh but he smirked up at you and shook his head, "later," he mused.

"Can we actually go back to Fred now?" You asked, feeling like you'd been away from your sick boyfriend way too long. George nods in agreement and starts the car again, driving the little way back to the Burrow.

When you make it back up to the twins bedroom, Fred is sat up in bed, shirtless, reading a quidditch annual and though he's still much paler than you'd like to see, he looks better and more alert.

"How you feeling Freddie?" George asks, walking behind you at you enter the room. Fred looks up towards you both and smiles, placing down the book he'd been reading.

"Better," he says, turning to look at you before squinting comically as he observed you, his eyes widening in realisation only moments later. "You've had sex."

Your mouth opens wide at his accusation and before you can even deny it you and George burst out in a laugh, not feeling even a little shameful or guilty.

"Not quite brother, your divination skills must have been taken along with your skin colour, oh wait, you didn't have any to begin with," George jokes, throwing down his sweater so he's left in his blue patterned shirt.

"Fingered then?" Fred asks crudely, looking at you with a mocking intensity. You roll your eyes but fight to hold back a giggle at his words and so you instinctively turn to reach into your bag to pull out the dandelion and burdock and hand it to him, knowing it would be the only thing to shut him up.

He quickly undoes the cap, the hissing of air from the carbonation echoing in the room before he takes a long swig, moaning at the flavour hits his taste buds.

"This is so good," he murmurs to no one in particular, instantly taking another big swig before belching loudly because of the fizz. You scrunched your nose up at his disgusting actions and threw the nearest cushion at him which only made him laugh.

"I'll be right back," George says, shooting a wink at you as he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

You climbed into bed next to Fred, having really missed him whilst you'd been gone and delicately wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his naked chest.

"I'm not on my deathbed princess," he jokes as he wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly into his body.

"Yes because that's the only reason I'd cuddle you Fred," you snarked, tapping his leg with your foot. He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest where your head lay. You looked up towards him, craning your neck a little to look up at his face. "Are you really feeling better?"

He shot you a warm smile at your concern and hugged you a little tighter for a second as he nodded, "a lot better now actually." You smiled widely at his cheeky words and laid your head back down, getting comfy. "A sympathy blowjob would go along way though."

You gently elbowed him in the ribs making him flinch in reflex and then bark out a laugh.

"Fred, I can't tell you how much it would scar me to look at your cock right now whilst the colour's drained from your body, imagine what it's done down there," you joked. Fred immediately batted you away and pulled down his sweats to take a look at his package to check that it still had some colour to it. You looked away, not wanting to get a flash of his currently non-perfect cock. He went silent and flipped up the waistband of his sweats, saying nothing, telling you that you were correct. "Point taken princess."

"So what's your plans tonight?" You asked Fred quietly, lazily drawing patterns into his chest, feeling the small, sparse patch of hair between his pecks.

Fred hummed briefly and let out a little sigh, "change of plans princess, I'm staying right here in bed, George is taking over with our plans for you."

You looked up towards him again at his confession, feeling guilty that he would be left out again. He must have noticed your look and smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, "I get you next weekend."

[malacandrax]

Hi! I really look up to your art a lot and I had a question for you! How do you do studies when you find art hard to do? (Ex. Low motivation, lack of ideas, or simply art feeling like a chore, even when you want to do it.) You have such a good handle on body structure and your posing shows so much personality though it, but I'm sure there are times when art feels idle or empty. Do you have a process for working through that? To keep studying?

Thank you, thats so sweet! <3

Honestly I kind of do studies the most when I AM feeling uninspired or lost, they make me feel like I've made something good and ‘worthwhile’ even if I couldn't think of something else to draw or didn't feel like working harder on drawings from my head.

Maybe that's also a part of it- to me studies are easier than drawing from imagination and I find them kind of chill and rewarding. I imagine when I started out studies were probably a lot more frustrating!

I also have spoken with a friend about this and I'm maybe quite lucky in that visual information sticks in my head quite well, almost every time I do studies I find it immediately helpful. Like the other day I drew a behind the head angle, and then found it useful right after, drawing Astarion.

It doesn't last forever though, my memory fades and I have to refresh it again with studies until it eventually becomes more concrete.

I also don't really force it, I do art for my job during work hours and I usually (lately) feel like drawing after work or on weekends, but if I don't feel like it I try and do some other hobby or watch stuff. Sorry though, I know this isn't exactly answering the question!

I guess sometimes I want to want to draw, so I start and see how I feel after ten minutes, if I want to keep going or not, that's maybe the best advice for doing anything when you're feeling meh. It also helps to identify What you want to work on, i have a list in my head of stuff I feel weakest at and I find having it broken down like that helps it feel less like a mountain. Like … things I've picked out lately are :what legs look like sitting in chairs, and heads tilting at different angles. To be honest another thing I've been trying to work on is getting more personality into my poses, it's funny that you compliment just that when I feel it's something I want to work on! I suppose it's a never ending journey haha. I've been reading 'drawn to life' and trying to take the ideas of not just copying reality, but getting more of the essence of it than the technicals!

Saying that sometimes the low stakes 'draw photos that come up on ur dashboard' is fun, in contrast to a focused approach! Or my fav is pausing on movies and drawing that! It takes the worry out, like cool no scrolling for an hour looking for something that will be Perfect Learning Material, just draw something.

Anyway this is very long and I hope it helps ;;;

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Just a little statement I felt the need to make, considering I'm taking part into the Sandman fandom (specifically the Netflix adaptation) as a fanfiction writer. The ones who follow me since the start of my writing journey, know me mostly for my Morpheus x Reader story, which I started at the end of 2022 and is still going to this day. I am unfortunately aware of the current allegations against Neil Gaiman, and I do need to clarify that, while I'm still writing and loving the show, I do not support this conduct from anyone. The victims deserve to be considered and listened to, so if you see me engage with this content notwithstanding that, please know that my position is firm on the matter and it is not a way for me to defend him, or what he's currently accused of.

To me, The Sandman is also about the actors from the show, and the majestic production behind it. I've never really been a Gaiman fan, I didn't even know him before watching the adaptation when it came out. I always thought of him as the creative mind behind the masterpiece, and I rightfully credited him when credit was due.

However, if you are included in my tag list and would like me to remove you, please feel free to let me know. I would definitely understand if some of my readers feel the need to distance themselves from anything Gaiman related, and the last thing I want is to make them uncomfortable with something they no longer wish to see on their dashboard, let alone their notifications.

The story will not be cancelled, nor is my interest for it decreasing. I just wanted you to know that I do not stand for SA and that anyone committing it needs to face the consequences of those actions. However, this is a safe space should you wish to check my future updates, comment, and appreciate the series.

EDIT: I just discovered this TikTok video (warning: flashing lights ahead). It reminded me of what Tom declared in an interview: he literally spent the entire lockdown working on his body, just to ensure he could get the perfect shape he had envisioned for the character. We only saw a few scenes of it in episode 1, and people even inquired whether or not he was CGI'd. None of that was digitally edited, it was entirely Tom's doing. This right here is one of the reasons why I want to support the show and not Gaiman himself.

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okay okay so re: this post about this gifset

tell me what you think--did Benson plan on killing everybody in the restaurant? did he plan on killing himself after? did he expect to spare Randy, or was he on the fence? was he gunning for Chris and Chris alone and anticipating having to improvise?

I just love the way this scene plays out and how, despite the horrific violence, there's still something undeniably human about Benson as he goes about it. I would LOVE to hear your take!!

Holy shit my response is so long and rambling I'm so so sorry but uhhhh here's my thoughts under a cut to save people's dashboards from my dumb brain 🙈

Omg so yes this is something I think about ALL the time. Chris is, of course, a definite 100%. He was basically dead the moment he grabbed Benson's shoulder and said "...I'll have no problem turning your peaceful redneck existence into a living hell..." Benson warned him, gave him a chance to back down from bullying Randy, but Chris doubled down so RIP lol. Which was the spark that lit the first fuse.

The rest I think may have been improvised a bit but not by much. I think he planned on killing everyone, except Randy, but wasn't sure how exactly it would all go down. There's a chance Hardy might not have heard Jess screaming and never come out of the back. Which that alone I find funny that it was Jess' shrieking and not the two shotgun blasts that managed to rip him away from his morning jerk off session. So Benson might have planned on getting Hardy in the office by surprise after doing in Chris and Jess.

Jess is interesting because Benson tries to quiet her first before getting frustrated and shooting her to shut her up. Like, was bro gonna give her some speech before offing her? I wouldn't be surprised. Something about not dating entitled dickheads? I get why some people think he might not have killed her if she stopped screaming, which is a fair theory! But I also think she's been clearly joining in on the bullying and egging on Chris with her little comments and giggling like she had been earlier that morning. So I think she was already firmly on his kill list by that point, plus she would have no use to him other than being another witness—and the whole thing wasn't about her, it was about Randy, so dragging her around with them, or leaving her behind, would be pointless and risky.

Randy Randy Randy. I don't think he ever intended on killing Randy at any point, except maybe there being the risk of it happening when he was shaken after the whole Sheppard situation. At that point, Benson was so out of his own body I think almost anything could've happened, though ultimately I don't think that would've ever been on purpose, only in a knee-jerk reaction. I do think it was a liiittle bit of a test. I think Benson, like he said in the diner (the first round lol) that seeing Randy just stand there doing nothing and waiting for Benson to kill him was the only thing he believed in. He, like Benson mentioned, had been watching Randy and knew he was smart, but also knew he wouldn't do anything to stop what was happening. But I think a small part of him was hoping he would be proved wrong, hoping Randy would do something and show some agency.

And then there's Benson. I've mentioned this before but yeah, I think throughout the film he kinda goes back and forth on having a deathwish. I think when he's having his smoke and probably semi-planning what he's gonna do he is also fully aware that this is the end of the road for him and Randy is his... I don't know, I guess one last chance at redemption before ending things. Pulling Randy back from the brink of dead-end small town small thinking monotony is his like... last hurrah. Ok well maybe killing Chris and everyone is really the last hurrah, but helping Randy figure his shit out is like his last good deed, helping Randy not end up like him. When they're driving to the diner after cleaning up BBB he's in high spirits. The relaxation and acceptance phase of his road to inevitable death/suicide. But then as things progress and he learns more about Randy and everything, once they reach the school, I think at that point he had stepped back from the ledge and was thinking, maybe wishfully thinking, that he could make it out of there. But then Sheppard had to show up and ruin everything. I think Benson had started to think that maybe things could be alright, if only he could get Randy to Ms. Beard's, get that checked off the to-do list, and then they could try escaping. But Sheppard appears and reminds Benson that no matter what he can never escape. He'll never escape what happened to him, the things he's tried to forget, or who he is. So at that point it's like trying to save a sandcastle from an incoming tide. There's no use. Benson didn't have the tools to deal with seeing Sheppard, especially not on a day like that day when he had already spilled blood three times. Chris and them, maybe they deserved it to an extent in Benson's eyes, but no one deserved it more than Sheppard. So after Sheppard he's given himself whiplash. He had accepted his death, then got hopeful, and then had the ceiling cave in on him causing him to have to re-accept his fate, though not as steadfast. There's a few points after Sheppard where it feels like Benson is mentally clawing at the oncoming events in panic. Ms. Beard getting that call and answering it before they could leave. Benson hearing the sirens after Randy calls the cops. Both times it looks like he's reliving some cosmic disappointment like even though he's had to re-accept his fate, he's still desperately looking for an off-ramp. I think that's maybe what Benson means at the end. "I was never in charge, Randy." His fate or inevitable end was in charge and was something he'd already considered set in stone. Though I think that's also due to some self-sabotage. Like Randy tried to tell him, he had the opportunity to just run and never look back but instead decided to go on some self-assigned white knight quest for Randy in circles around town. Following some perceived path to "fix" Randy in ways Benson could never fix himself. Benson is a walking self-fulfilling prophecy. So to answer your question about whether I think Benson planned on killing himself after killing Chris, Jess, and Hardy (and after "helping Randy")—in my opinion, yes, I believe so. But I also think it switches back and forth from yes to no like 15 times between them leaving BBB and watching the cops pull into the diner parking lot that night, lol.

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I was quite excited to watch this since I only attended Day 2 last December. I didn’t necessarily regret not going for Day 1 but there were a couple of really neat songs in the setlist that I kinda wished I had been able to see performed live. The audio seems a bit dull but maybe it’s just me… Anyway, it’s still a pretty epic live. Please note that they decided to cut a handful of songs from the broadcast (probably to keep the whole thing at roughly 2 hours). The following songs are not included: fake garden, canta per me, she has to overcome her fear, I beg you and 砂塵の彼方へ.

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fake garden

canta per me

the world: Nothing much to say here. Decent performance but I liked the song more when it was led by Keiko.

Liminality: Loved, loved, loved this version with the amazingly talented Yuri Kasahara, Keiko and Kaori. The bridge here might be my favourite of all time.

in the land of twilight, under the moon: Never been a fan.

swordland: Another highlight for me. I think it’s easy to tell that I am a real sucker for YK’s guest vocalists that use a more operatic singing style.

she has to overcome her fear

luminous sword: Always been a big fan of Yuki’s SAO soundtrack. I understand why it gets performed a lot.

星屑: Even though this is a Keiko-centric song, I’ve never really liked it all that much so I don’t have much to say about it.

花守の丘: Solid.

ｗe’re gonna groove: Those who have followed me for a while know how I feel about the accordion. I dislike this instrument with a passion and it’s just featured way too heavily here. Fun fact, when Day 2 started with the accordion, I got really scared and wondered whether or not I would enjoy myself.

Obsession: Can’t say I’ve ever heard this song before. Sadly, it’s nothing that leaves a lasting impression. Also, that accordion…(¬_¬) Weird choice for LINO LEIA. It was fun hearing Keiko sing a bit of English though.

千夜一夜: Once again, not familiar with the song. Like this one a bit more though. Generally, I think I prefer rito’s vocals over LINO’s even though I don’t really know why.

Point Zero: This is one of my all-time favourite YK songs and one of the few tracks I really regret not seeing live on Day 1. Another epic performance by Yuri Kasahara. God, I love her so much.

salva nos: Speaking of regrets, yup, I’ll admit it, I am pretty bummed that I missed this one. “salva nos” and “a song of storm and fire” were the very first YK songs I ever listened to and they quite literally changed the trajectory of my life. Without those two songs, I wouldn’t have looked into more of YK’s stuff and I certainly wouldn’t have discovered Kalafina. One day, I wanna be there for a live performance. At least I got to hear “a song of storm and fire” on Day 2. So grateful for that!! Anyway, super epic.

花の唄: No thoughts.

I beg you

櫂: Ahh, I almost forgot about Aimer’s Mizu no Akashi 2.0. It’s so funny to me that this is literally copy/paste. Lovely melody, I don’t even mind the vocals all that much but damn, it’s not even coming close to Wakana’s Mizu no Akashi.

朝が来る: Decent but nothing to write home about.

My Story: Ohhh, another score track from “Hanako to Anne”. I was actually blown away by Day 2’s “希望の光”. This is not as good but still quite nice. Weirdly enough I am obsessed with the uilleann pipes. How come I can’t stand the accordion but I absolutely love this instrument? Probably because I am really into the celtic sound?

Parallel Hearts: Ugh, never liked this song, not even when Wakana was still around.

stone cold: This on the other hand is a song I’ve always enjoyed but with Wakana no longer in the picture, it’s just not the same. Will never get used to the Kaori chorus. Sorry T_T Still like this though.

the image theme of Xenosaga II: Good stuff.

蒼穹のファンファーレ: Love that this is focusing on the FJ regulars. My favourite performance of the song so far.

[dgiacomo]

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DGiacomo is a Pokémon Scarlet and Violet fancomic/ask blog hybrid! It is primarily about the humans and their interpersonal relationships, though Pokémon are occassionally present. It addresses the lives of Giacomo, Mela and the other members of Team Star after the bullying they went through years prior.

There are mild mature themes occasionally (but never any smut). There will also be the occasional swear.

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[fishcow99]

I need you to explain phan (?) to me because ur filling my dashboard with it and I am so confused. Who are these people and why are we shipping them?????

WHAHAHAHAHAA im sorry this is unreasonably funny. ok i dont know how qualified i am bc i've only started watching their content in the past year or so but essentially dan and phil met through youtube about 15 years ago? they did a bunch of stuff together. they moved in together since 2011 and have always lived together since. then they had a joint channel from 2014-2018 and did two tours together with a book and a radio show n all that jazz. then they announced that they were doing "a hiatus" on that channel and the joint channel was inactive from 2018 to like 2023. people had always shipped them and then during the hiatus, they both separately came out as gay. dan did a solo tour. they picked up their channel again and now theyre on another tour.

dan has described his and phils singular purpose on earth to be meeting each other and coming together. phil says that if they shape shifted into each other, no one would be able to tell the difference because they know each other so well. phil won creator of the year in 2016 at an awards thing and made dan join him on stage and share it. before dans solo tour, they had apparently never been apart for longer than two weeks. phil talked about invisible thread theory and joked that they were threaded together. theyve started posting things like "newlyweds game" and "ultimate date night" and also "writing phan fiction about ourselves". heart eyes howell n love eyes lester when they look at each other is a whole thing. they've lived together for 13 years. they have plant children that phil keeps killing. they both reblogged the fucking rpf tourney poll against jesus x judas.

have a quote from dan: "And obviously we were more than friends but it was more than just romantic. This is someone that genuinely liked me. I trusted them. And for the first time since I was a tiny child, I actually felt safe. And the relationship we formed at that point was something that I needed in my life. We are real best friends, companions through life, like actual soulmates."

i havent even said most of it bc i dont know most of it because im a very new fan but like. yeah.

[hangmanwh0re]

"Anh bỏ bùa gì mà lại làm em yêu vậy" What Spell Did You Cast to Make Me Fall In Love With You?

pairing – hangman x f!reader, jake seresin x f!reader, wife!reader, pilot!reader

summary – the marriage between the cocky blonde texan who thinks he's too good for everybody and the soft vietnamese girl

warnings – fluff, no smut, safe for minor readers, PG-13 language so be warned, like three mentions of alcohol, VERY slight angst, also no usage of y/n | 1.59k

word count – 1,587

notes – based on my desired reality (DR) vietnamese oc born in the united states, callsign is "dragon" and name is nicole. also, the title is a line in a vietnamese song called see tình by hoàng thùy linh, it's a good song! also, this is the first fic i've ever written in full so please enjoy!

ACT 1, SCENE 1 - THE HARD DECK

Nicole walks back to the pool table from the bar, drinks in hand. She hands a beer to Jake.

"Mrs. Seresin, what on earth are you drinking?" says Jake "Hangman" Seresin, reminding her of her soon-to-be married name. He gestures to her glass, a rosy-colored concoction of various fruit juices and seltzer.

"Have you got a single thought behind those green marble eyes of yours? Asian flush, genius!" she responds, the tone jokingly mocking.

Phoenix and Coyote almost choked on their drinks laughing at the exchange. Phoenix puts a hand on her chest and clears her throat.

"You know, when you guys told us about the engagement thing, I almost didn't believe you. Cowboy marrying a city girl. Now that's funny." said Phoenix.

Jake sashayed over to Nicole, wrapping his big arms around her. His way of showing her love was through physical touch. Hugging, kissing, holding hands.

"You know I'm only teasing you, baby." he said. Nicole giggled and wrapped her hands around his arms. Eye-rolling and further snickers ensue from Natasha and Javy.

Nicole understood this familiar plea for attention. They best enjoyed moments where it was just the two of them. No snickers, no glances, no doubts of their relationship. "Well, guess we better be on our way, it's.." Nicole glanced at her watch. "5:54!" she exclaimed, breaking out of Jake's grip.

Jake and Nicole set down their drinks down on a table. "Take care of our tab!" Jake said hurriedly, as he and Nicole frantically get ready to leave the Hard Deck. Nicole reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys, organized by size. "We'll see you guys at the ceremony," she said, grabbing Jake's hand and speed-walking with him out to the car.

Phoenix looked at Coyote in disbelief and scoffed, "Those two never pay their bill."

"Good thing I brought my credit card.." said Coyote.

ACT 1, SCENE 2 – THE CAR RIDE HOME

Nicole grasped the steering wheel as she breathed deeply. Music was softly playing through the speakers.

As "Glue Song" by beabeedoobee came on, Nicole glanced out of her window at the orange-red sunset, a common sight since moving to San Diego five years ago.

Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, which was 1,082 miles away, she enjoyed and preferred the sweltering heat of Southern California rather than Oregon's aqueous, blinding rains and windswept squalls.

She turned the music volume down using the button on the dashboard.

"Is something wrong?" Jake said, looking over at her. Placing his fingers in her hair, he started to run them through the ends of her slightly wavy, brown hair.

"Jake, you know my family."

"Well, of course I do, we've had dinner with them at your parents' restaurant so many times."

"That's sort of the problem." Nicole sighed, shifting a little bit in the leather driver's seat.

"What do you mean?" Jake said, returning his hand to his side.

"It's just that.. you know. I'm Asian and you're white. I'm really nervous on how our wedding is going to look."

"Oh, Nicky. You're worried about nothing. It can be disorganized as hell and I'd still be happy because I'm marrying you."

She felt more eased. Nicole loved it when he comforted her. The feeling was like an ocean wave had swept over her feet. Calming yet so comforting.

"Thanks babe." She said, turning her head to smile at him, replied to with a bright pearly white smile from her husband.

ACT 2, SCENE 1 – FLASHBACK, FIRST PERSON JOURNAL, NICOLE

I had just gotten to North Island yesterday afternoon. My god, the warm air and sun makes me feel like I'm on vacation or something.

"Looks like we have ourselves another lady pilot!"

I turned my head. There's a 6'1 man coming towards me. Who could this be? Is he talking to me? Surely, he is.

He extended his hand to me. Do I shake it? Reluctantly, I did.

"Nicole. Callsign's Dragon. And you?"

"The name's Hangman, but you can call me yours."

Oh my god. Did I just get hit on within my first HOUR of being here? Yes, I did. I just decided to forget about it.

Later that evening, my new friends Natasha and Callie took me to a bar. It was called The Hard Deck, I think? Really funny name. Fitting for a Navy bar, I guess.

But what do you know it, when I walk in, guess who I see? That blonde man from earlier.

For the first fifteen minutes, I tried my best to bury my head in conversation with Natasha and Callie. Their callsigns were Phoenix and Halo, which I thought was super cool. Dragon, Phoenix, Halo, the best female pilots in the nation, damn right.

I couldn't get him off of my mind though. So I told them what happened earlier, and they told me to go strike up a conversation with him. I don't regret it at all.

I walked up to the bar where he was sitting, pulled out the stool next to him, and sat down. He looked up.

"Well, who do we have here? You're that lady pilot from earlier today. Dragon, right?"

"How did you even remember all of that?"

"I'm magic, darling."

I couldn't help but blush. Darling? Please, this sounded like a cheesy romance novel that I would be forced to read for junior high English class.

"Whatever. But uh, yeah. I thought about what you said earlier. I respect you for having the guts to be that outgoing."

He chuckled. His teeth were perfect. I really can't lie, he's gorgeous.

"You, uh, never really told me your name either. You just told me your callsign. So.. yeah.."

"The name's Jake. Jake Seresin."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jake Seresin."

And that is the start of how I got a date for this Friday. For the second only time in my life, I'm dating somebody. Maybe someday, I'll marry somebody too.

Nicole, August 24, 2019

ACT 3, SCENE 1 – 3 DAYS LATER, WEDDING DAY

Nicole closed the journal and set it on the table of the vanity. She re-read the entry from her first day at Naval Air Station North Island, reminiscing on her first encounters with her soon-to-be husband.

"I can't believe the last line became reality. It's like it was just yesterday." she said to her sister, Josephine, who was curling her hair with a hot curling iron.

Nicole was wearing a white Áo dài with a white headpiece too, as per the Vietnamese tradition.

Josephine turned off the curling iron and helped Nicole get up from her chair.

"You're looking so beautiful, all dolled up like this, Nicky. You're a big, strong woman now." She said, giving her sister a bear hug.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Joey. It's like yesterday we were just playing dollhouse in the basement, and now I'm getting married."

Both smiled at each other. "Go on out there girl. He's waiting."

Nicole walked out of the dressing room, and moved in between the arms of her parents, Uyen Kim and Han Hoang. They were so moved by the sight of their daughter marrying a man that makes her happy and content with life.

Nicole couldn't help but tear up when she looked out into the room and crowd. The wedding hall was clearly decorated with Vietnamese and western influence, paying homage to both families.

And there in the distance, she saw Jake waiting for her at the altar. Dressed in his Navy whites, he looked like the most handsome man in the world in Nicole's eyes.

When they reached the altar, her parents let go of her arms, and returned to their pew, as Nicole walked up to Jake, holding a bouquet of flowers. She saw the tears coming out of his eyes too.

In the congregation as Hangman's groomsmen were Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fritz, Harvard, and Omaha. Nicole's bridespeople were Phoenix, Halo, and disregarding the traditional gender binaries, she also had Bob, Fanboy, and Yale. Also in the congregation was Penny and her daughter, Amelia.

"You look good, baby." said Jake, smiling at her and wiping her tears with his fingers.

"You look good too, baby." said Nicole.

When the time came to place rings on each other's fingers, Jake started to see all of their happiest memories together.

When he used his umbrella to cover her during a rainstorm, sacrificing his own uniform for her own comfort, and when he carried her back home on his back after an exhausting work day.

And as the minister had them recite their vows, Nicole started to see all of their memories flash before her eyes too.

The sunset drives where they sung along to Taylor Swift's "Our Song", the bar games where he always won, and the hugs that he would give her in front of their friends, not having a single worry in the world about embarrassing themselves.

"And now, you may kiss the bride." the minister said.

Jake leaned in to kiss her, finally landing a loving, gentle kiss on her lips. So moved, so loved, and so now married.

The congregation erupted in clapping and cheering.

"I can't believe they actually worked out." said Rooster, who was seconded by Phoenix and Coyote.

After a few full seconds, Nicole and Jake finally let go of each other's lips.

Looking each other in the eye, Nicole said,

"What spell did you cast on me to make me fall in love with you?" she said, smiling through tears and at this point, full sobbing.

"You know me. I'm magic, darling." he said, smiling back at her.

[nanimonasho]

First, WOW. You are so talented. I love seeing your illustrations when they appear on my dashboard. Second, I just wanted to say that it took me a second to realize you were Japanese. I didn't know MASH was known outside of the United States. I think I met one British MASH fan a few years ago, and was surprised If you don't mind me asking, how did you get into MASH?

Wow!

Thank you for your message!

It's a lot of fun to draw MASH fan art, so I'm glad you said that!

Yes, I'm Japanese and I live in Japan now. Unfortunately, I can't watch MASH in this country.

But I heard that it was broadcast with Japanese subtitles in the past. ( I wanted to see it...!)

In Japan, I think only a few people know the TV version of MASH. I think it's about people who are older and interested in overseas dramas(or cultures). I've never seen anyone in the younger generation like me (I'm 27 years old). The movie version is better known than the TV version.

In such an environment, the reason why I knew about MASH is, of course, because I was using this “tumblr”!

I originally liked American and British comedy movies and TV shows from the 70s and 90s, so I started using tumblr to get that information.

I think it was an old comedy TV relation, MASH images and gifs were on my dashboard. I didn't care about anything at that time.

It's a funny story, but at that time (couple years ago), I was just addicted to SNL and I was watching a video about “Back to the Future Auditions”, sketch of some imitations. Then, my favorite actor Bill Hader was imitating Alan Alda, and I didn't know who is Alan Alda at that time, but I was somewhat curious about it. It was highly praised that how perfect that imitation was.

But I noticed it after that. He's the one who always flows to my dashboard!

Then, I looked for MASH videos, and unfortunately I couldn't find the main part, but I was able to see various scenes in fragments, so I became a fan at a tremendous speed from there.

There was another funny story. Yes, I watched SNL often, so I looked at the image of Trapper and I thought, “Wow, is this Will Ferrell!? No way. The times are different, aren't they?" I also made a stupid mistake. I don't understand when I think about it now.

Anyway, I can't help wondering what kind of drama it is, so I immediately imported a DVD or signed up for Hulu and watched whole episodes.

But there were no Japanese subtitles, so I’m not sure if I had understand the details. But even if I didn't understand the words, I laughed and cried a lot, so I think it's a really wonderful TV show. I strongly wish this drama would be broadcast in Japan as well. I think it can be accepted in this era.

I can't put it into words well how I think about the background of the Korean War and the Vietnam War, but I think such severe things, such as the pessimistic view of the world drifting throughout this story and the mental states of the characters who have to live in extreme conditions, touched my heart. Of course, there's also a queer atmosphere, and I love that so much.

If we can watch mash now in Japan, I'm sure we’ll make a very big fandom like "Good Omens", "Our Flag Means Death" and "What we do in the shadows"!

These TVs are also very popular in Japan, and you can find a lot of wonderful fan art.

Anyway, how much my spirit was saved thanks to MASH! I'm surprised that I keep drawing so much fan art about one TV show. Thank you so much for seeing.

Omg, I've never told anyone how much I love MASH before, so I'm very excited now!

I'm sorry for my poor English, but thank you for reading this!

[carla51two]

Thoughts on the inn residents

oh, that's a really good question. where do i start..

Well for starters.. My Grandpa! He's super nice, and he lets me drink whatever whenever i want! he's also generally just.. super cool.. and a really good guardian. he helps me out a lot, and he's the one i talk to the most out of everyone here.. i love him so much. if he wasn't here to take me in the moment i landed in here i probably would've been dead not even a few seconds after.

I don't see Mr. Jeremiah often, cause he's usually out and about- doing.. the things he does. Gramps tells me a lot about him, though. the lab coat i wear has his name on it, and gramps told me he does all sorts of experiments and other cool stuff. i look up to him a lot. he also has a silly straw collection, that i now pretty much usually borrow from. because of my current.. creme brulee situation.

Bryce is really cool. he saved me that one time when there was a gas leak! i actually would've died if it weren't for him. a real hero, really. i don't talk to him much, but the times when i did he was super sweet and kind!! his cooking is the bomb as always. sometimes when i do dishes i lick up the leftovers on plates. it's just that good.. One day i hope i work up the courage to ask him if i can help him cook; i really wanna show him how to cook filipino cuisine. with whatever we have here, of course..

I don't think I've spoken with Lazarus at all but from what I've seen of him hes usually hanging around with someone else. he seems really cool, though. i'd love to talk with him sometime.

I've only spoken to Weasel Kid a handful of times and those were when he was looking for his vape and when he dug up the bones from the yard during the gas leak. Safe to say he acts like a little brother i never had. an annoying one. don't take that as an insult, though- i've always wanted a sibling. he's super cool, i really like talking to him. rad guy.

Chandrelle is cool. i like watching her fight with people (especially with irving that one time; entertaining as all hell). she has one hell of a fighting spirit, that's for sure. she's really quiet though, and usually on her own from what i've seen. but the off chance that she is with someone else she's pretty talkative. i've talked to her once; she's awesome. i hope she takes up my offer to drink with me soon.

Mr. Rust is the real quiet one, though. He usually sits alone and we all just kind of let him be; he does go out sometimes, though, so that's why i usually don't see him. he seems really nice.. i'd wanna talk to him more but i can't really find conversation topics. oops. i do see them gardening sometimes though. which is like; super fucking cute. i might die.

Dear god. FPP. Where do i even begin with them.. um.. yeah, no, i see them everyday. If it's not at the inn it's on my dashboard. i still haven't forgotten about the posts from yesterday; what the hell happened there, by the way? but they're chill. they're super sassy in actuality, which is like, good for them, you know? i don't talk to them much. i should talk to them more, though. they seem just genuinely fun to be around.

[coraniaid]

Self indulgently, supernatural dashboard osmosis?

The main thing I know about Supernatural is that if I ever complain about something I don't like about the writing on Buffy, and it gets more than about twenty notes, there is a good chance that one of those notes will be somebody saying "oh, yeah, Supernatural also does this, but much worse".  Despite the criticism, this person will almost always be a fan of Supernatural, probably to the extent that their tumblr is about nothing else.

More generally, the relationship between tumblr and Supernatural is (I am led to believe) analogous to the relationship between tvtropes and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is difficult to imagine one existing without the other. (I have, unfortunately, watched several episodes of BBC Sherlock and I actually quite like what I've seen of Doctor Who, but the impression I get is that -- for better or worse -- the 'Super' part of Superwholock has had a much longer lasting impact on this site's culture.)

As for the actual plot:

Sam and Dean are brothers and they hunt monsters because ... uh.  I think it's a family business of some sort? Their father also used to hunt monsters, but I don't think he's around anymore. The show starts out as a Buffy/X-files-style monster of the week deal, but the show keeps escalating its threats and is never canceled, so by about halfway the 'monsters of the week' are Biblical archangels or Lucifer and the actual Big Bads are ... God, I guess?  The Demiurge?  Something more powerful than that? The world ends at least once.  (This might just be a Heroes-style Bad Future, but Sam and Dean definitely spend some time on the wrong side of an apocalypse.)

The show's writers are very sure that both Sam and Dean are straight.  Nobody who has actually watched the show agrees.  The few characters on the show that the writers admit are gay do not live for long.  

One of the brothers dies and goes to hell but he gets better.

At some point in the show's history, probably after one of them has been to hell, they adopt(?) a child called Jack who is basically the antichrist. He grows up  to be a moody teenager (like Connor from Angel).  Then he dies and everyone is mad about it.

Misha Collins plays an angel called Castiel who falls in love with one of the brothers at some point; I don't know for sure which but I think it's Dean.  (The actor who plays I-think-he's-Dean is Jensen something but I'd have to google to be sure of a last name.)  At least 50% of Supernatural fan discourse is about Castiel; people seem to like him.

Presumably women also exist in the world of Supernatural, as well as all the ghosts and demons and Biblically-accurate angels, but I could not tell you the name of a female  character on this show if my life depended on it.

In November 2020, in the final(?) episode of the show, Misha Collins confesses his love to presumably-Dean and is immediately sent to (super)hell, the show having already established that going to ordinary hell is basically fine whenever it was that one of the brothers went there. As far as large parts of tumblr are concerned this is the most significant thing to have happened in world history that month.  This gives birth to the only Supernatural meme I 100% know is from Supernatural, the "I love you" / "[news of recent horrific event]" one.

The show was on the air for about twenty years.  At the end of it everyone in the cast was utterly sick of it and never wanted to see each other again. About a year later, they started filming a prequel, which everyone involved in the original show came back for except for probably-Dean, who famously reacted poorly to this on twitter. (Screenshots of this meltdown are, I think, the only time I have ever seen the actor's name.)

Test my dashboard osmosis ability.

[shittinggold]

Dashboard osmosis late seasons supernatural?

Oh man - so I stopped watching early in S9, and my memory of anything after S5 is pretty hazy (I have rewatched S1-5 once, the latter seasons not at all), so this is a combination of dashboard osmosis, fractured memories of things I may or may not have seen, and whatever November 5th did to my brain.

So, at the end of S8 all the angels fall out of heaven, right? Because Metatron did a Thing. I've no idea what happened with Metatron after that but I'm gonna assume the brothers killed him, because that's generally how they deal with things, even deity-level-powered villains. I don't know if the angels went back after that - I know there was a civil war which might have been before this? Also at some point all the angels die I think, which leaves Castiel as the last angel. Castiel gets depowered at some point. And some other point becomes God. And dies. And I think becomes evil? It feels like they did everything they possibly could with Cas other than let him be a main character.

I think at this point Cain and Abel (maybe?) show up and Dean gets the Mark of Cain on him which makes him evil. Because of this (or perhaps entirely unrelated) he becomes a demon and we get Demon Dean for a bit which honestly sounds quite cool. Presumably is cured in some manner that sets up the arc of the next season.

The brothers find out that they're the heirs to some secret society called the Men of Letters and get a cool new bunker which means they don't have to shoot on different sets each week which makes the show cheaper and totally ruins its original aesthetic.

Kevin and Felicia Day both get killed off because of course they do. But I think Felicia Day (Charlie?) comes back because she's in the last episode. She also at some points goes to Oz and dates Dorothy. Honestly as far as SPN women go it seems like she does pretty well.

Crowley becomes King of Hell at some point. He also stays alive for ages even though he was never half as interesting as the fandom always thought he was.

Lucifer comes back! And presumably then so does Adam? I assume this means they address the whole "we left our other brother in a hell cage and never mentioned it again" weirdness, but I think it's funnier if I don't. Lucifer hangs out with Sam and maybe posseses Cas? (I've heard the word "Casifer" and assume this is what it means).

The Impala becomes a human in one episode, which is apparently actually a good episode. There's also an episode where Dean is a dog and another one where they're in Scooby-Doo. Honestly I would like to watch these.

There's a new kid called Jack that seems to be like a fourth main character and is Cas' son? Unclear whether this is in any way literal or just that they have a parental relationship. He seems to be around a lot but also is kind of dunked on by the narrative and not given enough attention? I dunno, he's new to me so I don't trust him but I assume there's a reason why people (including you I think!) care about him.

And then uhhhh there's cold static for like three seasons and Cas makes a deal with the Empty (which is like angel afterlife/superhell but is also a person that you can make deals with?) in order to save Jack's life, which means if he gets Perfect Happiness he will go to superhell. His perfect happiness is confessing love to Dean and getting ambiguously no-homoed in return. Later is re-homoed in spanish.

Oh, wait, Chuck is back and is explicitly God! And is evil about it because he has a story and wants Dean and Sam to follow his story but they don't? I'm sure this is either a genius metanarrative or a self-cannibalising mess, no in-between. They kill ChuckGod and save the world/themselves/free will.

Then they go to a pie-eating contest and Dean eats too many pies and then gets killed by a vampire who sticks him with a rusty nail. Sam is sad but goes to have a Normal Life with some woman who doesn't even get a face, let alone a name, and dies 50 years later from terrible prosthetics disease. Dean goes to heaven and his car is there because in the supernatural universe, cars go to heaven but gays don't.

...Until Dean then takes the car and goes back in time with it to makes sure his parents hook up or something? Idk what's happening in the prequel, but it sounds nuts.

And Mischa Collins comes out as straight. Love wins.

[eldritchsurveys]

1197.

Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? >> I don't.

Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? if so, did you invite everyone in the class? >> I didn't have any. My first birthday party was my sixteenth and my father planned the whole thing and had someone invite kids from my grade that he approved of. I didn't know any of these kids, so I basically had a birthday party with a bunch of strangers. :/

Do you like when things are color coordinated? >> I mean, sure? It's not a requirement but it's nice to look at. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? >> I don't think so.

Do you think you would be good at memorizing lines if you were an actor or actress? >> I would be abysmal at it. This is something I excelled at as a child (memorised a whole play that I was just an extra in) but my retentive abilities have declined since then.

Can you juggle? >> I cannot.

Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on tv or in a movie for your own? >> I can't remember a time when I used any sort of ringtone aside from a custom one or none at all, so no, no phone in a movie or TV show would ever sound like mine in the first place.

How often do you use bobby pins? >> I don't. But I also just got done playing some Fallout 3 so my first thought was, "well, yeah, that's how you pick locks--"

Have you ever used a pedometer? >> I have not.

Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? >> Street.

Are your eyes a different color inside than they are outside? >> They are not. What were you doing 45 min ago? >> Playing Fallout 3. What will you be doing in 20 min? >> If I'm done with this survey, I don't know. Maybe I'll look at my tumblr dashboard. Or maybe I won't. I'm still bummed about making a post about something I was excited about and no one giving a fuck.

What did you do yesterday? >> Went to the Lotus Brew popup, got kimbap at a restaurant across the street from it, Sparrow accidentally bumped into someone's car pulling out of the lot (the most non-issue accident I've ever seen, you could barely tell, but people are so precious about their shitty vehicles), went down to Sparrow's parents' house and were there for like four hours, came back home and watched some YouTube in the living room until Sparrow fell asleep, then got ready for bed and hung out on tumblr and read some of my book for a couple of hours. And then went to sleep.

Are you in a good mood right now? >> I'm in an okay mood. The bummed feeling is background noise at this point, but I also am not having any other kinds of feelings. Actually I'm also bummed about it turning cloudy because I was gonna sit in the backyard and eat strawberries. But not if the Sun isn't out.

Who was the last person in your bedroom? >> Sparrow is the only other person that has ever been in my bedroom. Are you listening to music, if so, what song? >> I am not.

What do you usually order from McDonald’s? .

What is your natural hair color? >> Dark brown. What was the last movie you watched? What’d you think of it? >> Snow White and the Huntsman. It was a lot of nothing but it did have some interesting visuals. And Charlize Theron just absolutely devouring the scenery.

What was the last thing you had to drink? >> Fizzy water.

What are your school colors? . Are you worried that you won’t be accepted into the college you want? .

What is the last class you failed? .

Has it snowed where you live yet? Or does it never snow? >> It snowed in the winter, sure.

Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? >> I think the only time was when I was a baby. I don't know why my father bothered then but not when I was an actual child with a consciousness that could appreciate it... like, if you're only going to do it once, why pick infancy? Why only do it once at all? That man is a fucking mystery. What is the population of the city you live in? >> In the city proper I think it's a few hundred thousand. Or something. IDK I don't feel like looking it up again. When is the last time you were in a classroom? >> Like, 2005.

Do you have any homework to be done? What is there to do? .

Did anything exciting happen today? >> No.

What color is the sky outside? >> Grey, now that the clouds have moved in.

Do you own any clothing of your favorite color? >> I don't.

How many tattoos do you want/have? >> A million/three.

Do you use cup coasters? >> I have, but I don't usually.

Are you on a laptop or desktop? >> Laptop.

Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? >> I might have, back in the day. I'd like to do it again.

Do you like to draw very detailed drawings, or just stick figures? >> I would prefer to draw detailed drawings, but my skill level isn't that high.

Do you own a shirt that says “Vote for Pedro”? >> Absolutely fucking not.

Do you like Nerds candy? >> It's okay. I wouldn't go out of my way to buy it, but I'll eat it if it's there.

[glitteringstardust]

3, 4, 5, 18, and 30 from the ask game?

3. what are your favorite stims to include in stimboards? i love to include cake/cookie decorating gifs, glittery things (especially glittery liquids like this or this), crystals, and nature-related stims!

4. what’s your favorite unpopular stim (that you’d really like to see more gifs of 👀)?

hmm i honestly have not really thought about this! i feel like there's such a wide variety of stim content out there nowadays. OH but i guess one thing i can think of is that in one board i made i used this flipbook gif. it's so stimmy and fun to watch but it's like, the only flipbook gif i've ever seen? so, it'd be nice to see more like that.

5. what’s your least favorite stim to include in a board?

off the top of my head, i've never liked reversed gifs or frozen paint. but especially the former because something about them is just strangely unsettling to me. like seeing a cupcake get undecorated or a coloring page get uncolored? no thanks. i'd try to include them, or frozen paint, if asked but they're the opposite of stimmy to me.

18. describe your general process for making stimboards.

oh man i feel like i suck at explaining things but let's see... so, i make all of my boards on my PC--i know some people do it on mobile, but desktop is what's always worked best for me. and when i get to working on a request or an idea that i have in mind, the first thing i do is think about the aesthetic and types of stims that i think might fit. when it's a fictional character (particularly if it's a character i'm really familiar with) i like to try and include aspects of their character in it if i can, for example when i made this malleus draconia board i have the ice cream, the gargoyle, and the tamagotchi in there because those are things malleus himself really likes! i'll have a list on my computer of ideas for what i think i may wanna include, though sometimes i'll also search up boards other people have made to get inspiration, especially if i have a lot of ideas that i'm having trouble narrowing down or if i don't really know the character.

and then as i'm finding gifs i think i might wanna use, i save all the posts with them into my drafts so that i'll be able to link the sources later, and then save the ones i like best into a computer folder and if i've ended up with too many gifs (which is often, because i'm indecisive), i play around with them in the post editor and just swap them out until i'm able to decide which gifs i like the best. then i move them around and adjust the composition of the board until i'm happy with how it looks. i do also make some of the gifs myself sometimes if i've looked on here and can't find something i really want to include, like the gargoyle gif from the malleus stimboard i linked. oh, and i also make sure they're all sized properly and crop some of them if need be, because i personally don't like when the rows in stimboards are uneven sizes! like if some of the gifs i wanna use have long rectangular dimensions i'll need to go into ezgif and crop them to be squares, so that the gifs around them will all stay square and match with everything else. sometimes they still show up uneven on my desktop theme for some reason, but if a board looks right in the editor then i know it'll look right on mobile/on the dashboard. i hope this all makes sense and isn't a terrible explanation lol, feel free to ask if you want more specific details or anything.

30. what’s your favorite method of finding stim gifs?

hmm i honestly just search either my own blog or the tags on tumblr for gifs to use! i try to search for specific terms and then if i'm using tumblr search add "stim" to the end of it. like if i'm looking for gifs of pink slime i'll go on my own blog and search for "pink slime" and look through the posts for a bit, or if i'm using tumblr's search i'll type in "pink slime stim" and scroll through.

(for this ask game)

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

(This is part of my dreams from last night, the part that made me kind of wake up in a cold sweat by the end. I feel kind of silly being so spooked when I woke, but still. I have a huge fear about stalking and traditionally yandere behaviours because this kind of stuff can happen IRL and I've heard so many horror stories in general, so this one kind of hit too hard despite having weird and wonky dream/nightmare logic, so obviously not everything fits in realistically.

Anyways, a few warnings for this one like: unhealthy, obsessive, and abusive behaviour; mention of stalking; fear of death; fear of animal abuse/death; threatening/mild violence and abuse with cleaver.

Also, Izea is not an actual person I know, it's just a random dude with dark red hair that my brain threw at me in a very uncomfortable way and assigned him that name for some reason.)

My house was a normal looking small single/double story house in a suburb, and I know it was night. I was stuck in my own house with a man named Izea and his ‘friends’, people I assume were too scared to deny or stand up to them for some reason given that most of the few didn’t seem overjoyed at keeping me trapped in my own home. 

I sort of had a flashback to meeting Izea earlier in the day to what looked like a café/coffee shop, though my brain told me ‘small airport’, so it was probably a weird waiting area for the airport. 

Either way, the interaction between Izea and I was so brief that it couldn’t logically be called anything near a conversation; a brief ‘sorry’ and ‘hello’ from me after I accidentally bumped into him. But, it was enough for him to become obsessed for some reason, stalking me to my home either the same day or later on and breaking in. 

He LAUGHED as I tried to skirt around him to arm myself against him, trying to stay out of his reach or anyone else’s. He didn’t seem bothered by my distress or anger, saying something along the lines of how I just needed to get used to him and things would ‘be better’, essentially telling me that he was patient enough to wait for me to break. 

I don’t know if it was the same night or a few days passing in the dream but I did try to leave multiple times, either stopped by one of his lackeys or himself with a smile far too casual for trapping me. 

One of my cats was in the dream and I was terrified that he’d hurt or kill her to get to me because I was still stubbornly fighting against him and my situation. I certainly wasn’t giving him the fantasy response that I assume a lot of stalkers imagine, where they believe the object of their affection just needs to see how ‘devoted’ they are before receiving adoration in return. I knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped to my defiance despite the rather laisse faire response he’d had so far. 

I desperately herded my cat to the laundry room as stealthily as I could, aiming to let her out of the side door. 

One of the people with Izea found me, the only woman I could remember being there. She didn’t say anything but I quietly begged her to at least let my baby out so that I could hope, pray, and pretend she’d be perfectly safe, thinking that at least I wouldn’t be forced to watch her get hurt or killed. She just silently handed me my car keys, gave a small nod to the door, and walked out of the laundry room. 

Relieved, I snuck out of the side door with my cat and crept up to the car, opening it and getting inside with her right before the front curtains were torn open by Izea trying to see if I was outside.  

I managed to duck and hide beneath the dashboard before being seen, successfully not being caught as he began to shout furiously at the other people. After waiting several seconds I peered out and saw that the curtains were placed back haphazardly, and I didn’t hesitate to turn the car on and leave immediately as the sun started coming up. My cat never showed up again in the dream, so I’m just going to assume my brain no clipped her out of danger. 

It skipped to where I made it onto the highway, though I don’t know how long I was supposed to have been driving. My phone was somehow connected to my car (I don’t remember picking it up or anything) and I got a message that was autoread: “I CAN SEE YOU”, along with another creepy message that I can’t remember. 

I looked back and saw another car weaving wildly in and out of traffic towards me until it rammed into the back wheel of my own, causing me to flip. The dream flickered to where I was running from the wreckage into some kind of store or building. I ended up becoming cornered and panicked as he got closer, heart pounding as I’d shouted, “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I-I’m ready to talk about this!” 

Izea didn’t have anymore smiles or patience and had a cleaver as he stalked closer and replied, “I’m past the point of talking.” 

I know he said something after that, but I didn’t register it as he got closer, squeezing my eyes shut with the expectation of being killed immediately. But instead he started lightly cutting at the exposed skin of my arms while I was trapped between him and the wall behind me, each slice and cut moving upwards until he was nicking my collarbone. I expected him to cut my throat, but he grabbed my jaw with his free hand and pressed the blade against my cheek. 

I can’t remember what he said again, but I remember trying to push the hand with the knife away from me, breaking the skin as I struggled. Somehow the knife ended up breaking in the metal and I stabbed him in the eye. His only reaction was getting angrier. 

The rest of the dream gets rather blurry. The lady that helped me before showed up with both of us struggling to hurt Izea. There were also some bits I barely remember and don’t quite remember where they fall into the sequence of events; running into a friend and telling her I’ll explain everything later, Izea gaslighting someone when I tried to ask for help, and me trying to convince him to let me go to work otherwise people would notice my absence and try to use it as an ability to escape. 

[mikittalabs]

aggh my brain's back on its bullshit again and i've decided to screech into the aether instead of my sister's dms lol. think i ranted about this friend of mine in the tags of a post i reblogged a week or so ago but i think he can have his own post now </3.

it's going under the cut because i'd feel bad if this post just showed up on someone's dashboard or something

so like i've realized i've put more of myself into this friendship than he ever has and gotten pretty much nothing out of it. and it'd be so easy to just block and leave but i've known this guy since i was like a couple months old and i'm 20 now.

like i've bought games he's recommended and played them with him, i've learned fighting games so i could play with him, i drew a stupid meme for his streams, i'm like his only twitch mod, i've talked about resident evil and fire emblem gameplay with him.

recently, i realized he does like none of that for me. he ignored my recommendation to play sephonie, he said mutant mayhem looked dumb, i doubt he's watched nimona, he's basically left me on read when i talked about resident evil lore or tmnt. i've mentioned my interest in writing and drawing in his streams and he's never shown any interest except for that meme i drew (this one).

apparently he's been outright ignoring anything my sis has said to him that doesn't interest him for years now and i just never noticed.

he's just kinda started venting in my dms 3 times now unprompted in the past 6 months. 2 of those times i tried my hardest to give whatever advice i could think of, i don't think he listened to any of it. the third time was recently after i like, opened my eyes to his bullshit. i just didn't respond, it's not like he would've listened. i felt so gross ignoring him the 3rd time.

so why. am i still so conflicted about it. like i came to this conclusion maybe a month ago now. i've backed away from his streams and i feel bad. if he texts me, i feel bad. if i think about him, i get mad, but if i ignore him, i'm mad at myself. trapped between a rock and a hard place and i'm doing the thing my other friends and family have told me to do.

i have a headache. my chest fucking hurts. i'm pretty sure i've been on the verge of dissociating this week. everything feels fuzzy. i don't even know what emotions i'm experiencing right now.