#By be there too i mean in the extended cast idk how long this fic is gonna be but I'm not sure I'll have time to explore toxic billford yur

[mintyeve322]

if my fic ever gets up off the ground i think im gonna release 2 versions of it. one with the names unchanged and one with more traditionally feminine names.

To decide said names, i think im going to do polls for each character. i like the idea of their names shortening to their real nicknames, like having Stan's name shorten to Lee or having some backstory for why she goes by Stan, so a couple options are for sure gonna do that, and I'll include what their nicknames would be in the poll options.

Debating if i should combine Stan and Ford's poll, just because their names were obviously picked to match eachother. Ford's fem name is gonna be the hardest for me to pick options for though, i think, because I'm probably not gonna be able to make the name naturally shorten to Ford. There's either gonna have to be a backstory behind that nickname, or I'm gonna need a new nickname thats similar but not the same to Ford.

if i were a funnier woman, lesbian Ford's name would be Subaru.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Here’s a little Miguel fic that might be ooc or not idk, I’ll let you be the judge.

You might’ve gotten ahead of yourself in regards to your most recent mission as you were now paying the price by attempting to mend the cuts and other possible injuries over the bathroom sink,fully believing that your sudden absence would go completely unnoticed.

Unfortunately your absence didn’t go unnoticed by the one person you wished it would’ve; Miguel.

‘You here to lecture me about how I jump into things with careless abandon of mine and others safety or are you just going to continue standing menacingly at my doorway?’ You said without sparing him a single glance as you dabbed a generous amount of antiseptic onto a cotton pad. ‘I would but it seems as though you’ve already learnt that the hard way.’ Miguel replied, though his jaw did clench subconsciously at the sight of your injured form, but thankfully due to the shadow that was cast over his face from his bodily positioning in the doorway; it was practically impossible for you notice.

You attempt a shrug, ‘still alive to tell the tale though.’ You said, breathing heavily through your nose while biting back a hiss when pressing the cotton pad of antiseptic to the elongated but thin gash that spanned the entirety of your left forearm.

‘You’re doing it wrong.’ Miguel tells you and you couldn’t help but let out a halfhearted chuckle, finding this situation a tad humorous despite the fact that you and Miguel didn’t often see eye to eye on many things; so much so it often lead to heated debates between the pair of you that it ended in a much needed departure from the room in order cool from your hotheadedness.

‘Oh and how would you know what I’m doing is wrong?’ You snide, putting the now bloodied cotton pad to the side once the wound was cleared of filth. Miguel sighed as he puts a hand on his hip as he extended his other out towards you, ‘because i do and and if you’re as reckless as you are during missions at patching yourself up, then you might as well let me handle it.’ Too exhausted to fight him on this, you wearily sighed as you marched up to him and wordlessly put the bottle of antiseptic and a fresh cotton pad into his outstretched hand before retreating defeatedly to sit on the toilet seat.

You hated having to rely on others but to be forced to rely on Miguel was probably even worse, not that you didn’t trust him but you just didn’t want him to think of you as unreliable on-top of reckless and hardheaded; which you contradicted in saying that opinionated was the better suiting word. So you sat in silence as he came into your field of vision, lifting your head up ever so slightly with his free hand so that your eyes would be forced to lock.

‘Where else does it hurt.’ He asks you in a soft tone, letting his hand drop from your chin upon noticing how unnecessary long it lingered there. ‘My forehead.’ You then gestured with a hand towards the gash running across your forehead. ‘Alright, let’s get you patched up sweetheart.’ Miguel replied as he once again moved his hand to your face, where it then trailed to cupping your cheek in his palm for stability as he began to clear away the gunk from your wound, stopping now and then to reassure you when he noticed that you were in any form of discomfort.

It didn’t mean anything when you caught him looking, he was only looking for more wounds to treat before calling it a night and leaving.

It didn’t mean anything when his thumb would absentmindedly caress your skin, distracting you form the stinging sensation of the antiseptic working it’s magic.

It didn’t mean anything when Miguel asked you whether he was causing you discomfort with the tightness of your wound dressing as he patched up your wounds.

It didn’t mean anything when he told you that he’d be coming back to check up on your progress.

It defiantly didn’t mean anything when as you’re drifting off to sleep, after having been carried to bed, where Miguel pressed a kiss to your forehead along with a few words, ‘rest up, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to come back soon to make sure your not doing something stupid.’

It didn’t mean anything at all when a smile graced your lips soon after and a warmth spread throughout your entire form at the aspect of seeing Miguel; silently praying that the day would come sooner rather then later.

It defiantly didn’t mean anything at all.

[sock-to-the-third]

Beartown

by Fredrik Backman

[Dislcaimer: discussions of fiction SA of a minor]

Originally I found this book searching for stories about SA survivors. While the SA survivor part of the plotline is small, instead focusing on how the town reacts to the trauma, it still has a special place in my heart.

Beartown is a book about a town that’s falling behind. It struggles to keep non-chain buisnesses open. It’s an insulated small town. From the first chapter to the last, there’s a good deal of despair living there but there’s one thing that gives the people hope: their hockey team.

Part of what I like about it is how emersed you feel in the workd. I honestly could not give a shit about hockey but 50 pages in I was very invested in the junior team winning.

It’s a colorful cast and one of those books that has many perspective changes in a short period of time I’ve seen more in fanfiction than in paperback but Backman makes. It. Work.

And fuck is it beautiful.

One tricky thing about it is there is quite a bit of exposition. I found it entertaining but it’s a bit heavy handed at the beginning, just forwarning you.

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Funnily enough, by the time the actual SA thing happens on pg 175 it isn’t a surprise. You’d have seen heavy handed foreshadowing for like 5 chapters before. The only surprise is how innocent it starts.

[Disclaimer: I’m not a survivor or exprt on the subject so take my opinion with a grain of salt]

From what I have read, the lead up and the early aftermath felt like it played right with the story straight rather than a soap opra. Very chilling. For a few chapters, I wasn’t sure if I’d have the stomach to read it.

Then, it focused more on how the parents and town were feeling. Less time was spent on how Maya felt and more on how everyone was feeling. It’s to the point that she stops talking like a child and more like an emotional support friend you create in vent fics.

I still love the story, don’t get me wrong, but I kinda wish that Maya was less emotionally supportive of her parent’s “struggle.” Idk, the sudden flip felt a little jarring. Her trying to limit her parents getting hurt made sense but idk..

Rest of the story I liked pretty well. I liked how David (Junior Team Coach) character arc went from no politics on the ice to “maybe.” But also just his relationship with Kevin and Benji is just so heart warming and heart breaking.

Benji is by far my favorite character. I love his personality, and how he brings people together and his unique brand of showing love. There’s one scene when Maya punches and mirror, then Benji hides it by destroying the bathroom.

I love basically everything about how Backman handled Benji but.. I gotta say, there’s always something a little cringy about a writer who has a cast of all straight characters, have the only gay character just be a vehicle for a message and implied to die in the future.

With Maya, she had a bit of spotlight and some time to exist with how the town hurt but Benji I feel…

Honestly, I don’t know how I feel. I mean, it’s accurate how Benji would probably be treated in a town like that but also it has the Hallmark style “oh Peter’s gonna be fired for standing by his daughter and then isn’t.” Like it’s wish fullfillment and awesome so I kinda wish a little extended to Benji.

It’s just a little depressing how everybody is implied to have long lives after this but the one closeted queer guy. If we’re wishing for the best, why not include him too?

In conclusion, awesome to see how sport culture and boys get’s all funky and toxic but also a much needed escape. I loved reading it. Only took me 5 days. Made me give a shit about hockey. I learned alot about writing while reading it.

RIP to the person who put it on hold after me. It’s overdue now lol

Sequel: Us Against You

[theowlsarequeer]

So Dana said on a stream that it's too late for a full Season 3 of The Owl House (there are going to be three 44-minute episodes instead of the 20-ish the crew had in mind,) probably because the crew has already started working on the episodes and scheduling and stuff. However, it's not yet too late for us to possibly get a season 4 and beyond. The Owl House is an amazing show with off the charts animation, lovable and relatable characters, and A+ representation, and it deserves more than what Disney is giving it.

So many people of different ages love it (I watch it with my siblings and it's our favorite show and there's a significant age gap between me and the youngest,) and the cast and crew have obviously poured their heart and souls into every episode and it shows, so it would be incredibly sad to see it get only 2 and a half seasons.

On a slightly different note, I have heard some stuff on Twitter about some kind of graphic novel based on TOH, kind of like we got with Gravity Falls. I'll let you know if I hear anything about that.

So, what can we do to get more seasons? It's pretty similar to what we were doing before when we wanted a full season 3, except now that we're 5 episodes into Season 2, we have a little more information as to what's working and what's not.

Snail Mail is still the most effective way to persuade Disney to extend a show. This is partially because people who send letters are slightly more likely to be adults, aka people who can pay for a Disney channel/Disney+ subscription, but also because the amount of letters they get is tiny compared to the amount of notifications they get on social media. The address you send these to is: Disney TVA, 811 Sonora Ave., Glendale, California, USA. For people who can't send letters, someone might be willing to mail letters for you. I only found one person and they stopped doing it before I could submit, but if I find someone else I'll definitely tell you. If you know anyone, drop the link in the notes! Another important note: I've heard that Disney will throw out letters they classify as "hate mail," aka anything accusatory, and while I don't know how accurate this is, we probably shouldn't take chances. Explain how much the show means to you/your friends or family, say that it's a wonderful show, talk about your favorite parts, and maybe throw in some fanart if you're an artist! Also mention the queer representation if you can, because that's the part Disney was most against doing, and if they can see that people think positively of it (aka they can get money from it) they'll likely allow more, either in The Owl House or future projects.

Every time we get a new episode, the show trends to a certain extent on Tumblr, Twitter, or both. Disney execs see this. Keep posting! I might try to organize a trend event like with Infinity Train in between seasons 2 and 3 if that's something people would be interested in.

Stream the show on Disney+. I know we hate supporting the mouse, but if you have access to a Disney+ account this is absolutely one of the best ways to support the show. Season 1 recently became available in Canada, and I heard something about it becoming available in Columbia a few months ago. The first five episodes of season 2 will be available in the US on Disney+ starting July 21. (Separate Tides, Escaping Expulsion, Echoes of the Past, Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances, and Through the Looking Glass Ruins.

Petitions only go so far, but it takes 2 seconds and can't hurt. Here's 2 I've signed, feel free to add more if you know more: Petition for The Owl House Season 4 and Petition I've been spreading for awhile now

Create content! Fanart, fanfics, animatics, et cetera. This helps us trend and gives us less artistically talented fans some much-needed content. I'm considering giving 1 TOH-focused artist a week a special boost in addition to my regular art/fic reblogs but idk if my platform's quite big enough for that.

If you have Twitter, consider giving some crew members a follow. Infinity Train creator Owen Dennis has said that networks will often look at a creator's follower count before greenlighting their show, to see how much support the show would get. The crew is also filled with some very cool people who post very cool things.

Animated TV shows are the most popular they've been in a long time among teen and adult audiences, and TOH has a pretty big fanbase. I believe we can harness that power for good and get some more of the show we all love. I'll be updating whenever I get more information, and feel free to drop any petitions, information, et cetera in the notes. I'll make a separate post later to boost content creators. In the meantime, hoot hoot, let's get a Season 4.

[mskatesharma]

Hey sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you could rec some good sources on learning more about Indian Culture/history/customs. Movies books anything really. I have looked online but well, I always take things on the internet with several grains of salt. And considering I know very little on it, I can't say how reliable the information is. I would like to incorporate elements of Kate being Indian when writing about Kate (and Kate and Anthony) going forward and I want to do it in as respectful and accurate a way as I can. For example, I had a thought of Anthony seeing Kate and her fam celebrate Holi and falling in love with how happy and carefree she is and brushing some paint off her cheek before she dunks some pigment onto him or something 1/2

But considering I've never celebrated Holi or seen it celebrated before I don't think I'd do a good job to write it... I know I get annoyed when people get the basic customs and traditions of my culture wrong. Anyway sorry for rambling TLDR: I would like to learn more about Indian culture and idk where to begin so I would be grateful for any direction you can point me at 2/2

so this has taken me a while to answer because i needed to find time to sit down, think about it and answer it properly. it might seem like a somewhat simple question, but to me, at least, it’s complicated? (i’m probably going to be going over stuff you probably already know, but i’m trying to answer in a complete way.)

i need to start off by saying that my family is from north india (gujarat specifically), and because of that, i have a certain level of privilege, including how north indians and north indian culture is portrayed in the media (obviously including bollywood). i mention this because simone ashley is south indian, specifically tamil, and there is so much prejudice against south indians in general, and this obviously extends to how they are depicted and how their culture is shown in various forms of media; colourism (which simone has spoken out about) is just the start of it. (also, as someone who is north indian, i’m not the best placed person to talk about the prejudice and discrimination faced by south indians.)  

a big part of why desi fans are so excited about simone’s casting as kate is because she a dark-skinned woc, and typically, dark-skinned women aren’t cast as romantic leads, and they’re not cast in shows anyway, especially when compared to light-skinned woc. so the fact that she’s going to be a lead in one of the biggest shows on netflix is a big.fucking.deal. in addition, they changed her character’s surname from ‘sheffield’ to ‘sharma’, which on the surface seems like a great idea, but if you look a little deeper, there are so many problems to be found.

(this got long so continues below)

sharma is not a generic indian surname; it’s specifically a north indian hindu name, which throws up questions. is kate going to be a hindu on the show? does this mean her family is from north india?  are they going to talk about caste on the show because sharma is a brahmin surname? how are they going to explain kate being in england, and being out in society with the upper crust of the british aristocracy? (because of the time that bridgerton is set, and with them specifically setting up kate as indian, i honestly don’t know how they’re going to explain kate’s presence) i honestly think that the show didn’t think too deeply about it and they chose the name sharma because it starts with ‘sh’ and ~sounds indian. however, it’s thrown up so many questions that they can’t ignore, especially because they tried to explain race in the first season. 

i talk about all this because you ask about holi, and incorporating elements of kate being indian when writing. and i’m not trying to be mean, but i would maybe hold off altogether? i need to point out that holi is a hindu festival, and is not specifically tied to being indian. i know i mentioned that sharma is a hindu surname, but we don’t even know if kate is going to be hindu, she may be a christian, or another religion or an atheist. also, because simone is tamil, they may decide to have kate be south indian despite the north indian origins of sharma, if they chose to address it at all. and depending on where in india you are from, and your religion, you will celebrate different festivals. even indians of the same religion celebrate different festivals, and some celebrate occasions at different times (e.g. gujaratis celebrate hindu new year the day after diwali. this isn’t the case for most other hindus. if we take holi, i know that it tends to be celebrated more in north india, and the image you describe isn’t necessarily universal). 

there has been a lot in the tags regarding clothing, and seeing kate and her family wearing indian clothing, and while i get it, it makes me nervous. personally, i cannot wait to see kate in the same style of dresses that everyone else wore in season one. why? because seeing an indian woman in that period of dress is something i have been longing for. i don’t want to see an indian woman wearing a lengha or a sari or sabyasachi in that time period, i want to see her in a bonnet and empire waistline, because that is something we haven’t seen much of. 

also, talking about seeing kate and her family wearing indian clothing has the potential to ‘other’ her, and tbh, can come across sometimes as fetishy, especially when you consider the time the story takes place in, and all the implications of colonialism. (there’s also the fact that unless the show has hired indian costume designers, it would be kinda gross for them to use any kind of indian clothing, and that includes adding elements to the era-typical dress that i’m hoping for.) 

i’m going to be honest, i’ve seen pieces of fanart with kate wearing a sari and other indian clothing, while anthony has been in typical regency dress, and it makes me uncomfortable. it gives off coloniser vibes, and that’s a dynamic i have absolutely no interest in. there’s also the fact that i’ve seen art where simone as kate has been shown as light-skinned, to the point where she appears to be the same colour as anthony, and i mean, hello?!

full disclosure, i’ve made some posts regarding headcanons and music that i should have thought twice about. i’ve reblogged stuff that i should have thought more about before i did so. why? because they had overtones of north indian privilege, and/or orientalism. being indian (wherever in india that is) is part of someone’s identity, it’s not a gimmick to sprinkle onto things, and it’s not something to festishise, and i think, at least from what i’ve seen, that is the concern a lot of desi fans have, even if that’s not the intention of the original posters.   

i realise i’ve gone on a seemingly massive tangent, but what i’m trying to say is, i don’t think there is a need to specifically reference kate being indian, especially when when writing canon-era fic, even more so when you consider we don’t know how the show is going to address it. now, i’m not saying i have faith in the show when it comes to kate and her ~indian surname, just that until we know how the show addresses it, i don’t see why it needs to be referred to? i understand why one might want to, but i just think there are waaay too many potential pitfalls, and the risk of coming across as orientalist/patronising/fetishy too high. some fans have fears when it comes to kate sharma and how she is presented, and for good reason.

sorry for not answering how you expected, and not giving you the resources you asked for (which, tbh, i’m not sure i would know where to start). i get what you were trying to ask, and i thank you for asking in the first place, but the question felt a little unfair tbh. but, i would encourage to read up on orientalism, also about the privilege that north indian hindus have, and honestly, the british colonisation of india.

ETA: i put this in the reblog but im going to add it here as well

also, something i forgot to add, even though i talk about north indians/north india and south indians/south india, it is obviously more complicated than that. there are many different states in india, and even then, different regions within those states will have different customs to each other. and then you have to factor in religion. likewise, there’s no one language that everyone in india speaks. basically, it’s not one universal culture that can be ‘boiled down to the essentials’.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

thinking about my one true love mc

tw: death and human mortality, discussion of what might happen after you die in the obey me! universe - these are all my own headcanons, and in no way am i saying that this is canon or that you should think this too! spoilers for lesson 37? 38? i can't remember which it is but iykyk

(these are pure hcs, a bit angsty but there is a happy ending here)

so, when it comes to the om! universe and mc's eventual fate, there are a few questions here - how will obey me end?

(by that, i mean what will happen to the om! cast after the events of the game end? because unfortunately the game can't go on forever)

all of the other characters we meet (including thirteen) are effectively immortal and unchanging - they will basically remain the way we know them to be indefinitely, so those dynamics between them, and the world of om! in general, will for all intents and purposes never disappear.

this means that mc's mortality is the limiting factor here - mc, as a normal (ish) human, will visibly grow older, age, and die at some point, in a way that the rest of the cast will not.

personally, i have a number of ways to get around that pesky issue of mortality - mostly because i am young, and in love with the idea of being young and in love forever (even though irl i know it doesn't work like that, and i have issues with the idea of immortality anyway).

so how can i make that happen?

(in order of how much i like them)

1. mc's pacts artificially slow down their aging process, either to the point that they age really slowly, or they don't age at all and are effectively immortal

2. the ring of light does the same thing as above

3. mc dies and becomes a demon afterwards (more on this in an upcoming study session!)

4. mc is transformed from a human into a demon, with the associated longevity and durability

5. mc's connection with lillith, strengthened/awakened by their pacts, extends their lifespan in some way

(digging nice and deep into angst potential here, but mc's mortality is such an excellent way to drive that sort of all-consuming, almost unhinged devotion that is so, so terrible in real life but so appetising in fic... the idea that this person loves you so incredibly, incomprehensibly much that the thought of you being gone is terrifying, that they will do absolutely anything to save/protect/keep you, and have to power to genuinely do so)

(not sure i want to know what this says about me)

i really really like the first idea of mc's pacts allowing them to stay with the cast for as long as they like - something poetic about the mutual love and trust between mc and their pact mates that gives them the chance to have the life and love they want

the second thing about the ring of light also appeals to me for much the same reason, although i think that's because i romanticise marriage and there are very obvious wedding ring parallels going on, also lucifer <3

the lillith thing is a bit of a stretch but i felt i had to include it because you could make a very good argument for it??

i'm not an enormous fan of leaning on mc's angel heritage for plot explanation, probably because i have quite strong opinions on the whole "it was inside you all along, not because you yourself changed, or were stronger or braver than you realised, but because something/someone else made you special - anyone could have achieved this if they had your luck, no matter what, because the power to do so didn't have anything to do with you specifically"

idk where i was going with this, maybe i'll edit this later or delete it entirely?

[notsocharmingmagician]

My face when I realize I accidentally made a bunch of OCs for my Kirby AU.

I have a strange aversion to OCs in fics and AUs, so in all of mine, there are either none or very very few. Idk I don’t like OCs... I used to have tons for the fandom I was into back in middle school. Then again, middle school me was the epitome of cringe, so maybe I just ruined the concept of OCs for myself lol

Like in the SPM thing I’ve been working on for way too fucking long, there are like? 11 or 12 OCs (idk whether or not Blumiere’s father would count since technically he is a canon character in the game, even though we don’t see him or know very much about him)? All but two of these characters are family members of some of the main cast, and the two that aren’t are very minor characters that only appear like once or twice and are hardly relevant outside of those few appearances. Two of them die in the first and only scene they show up in. Most of them appear in the backstory with roles of varied importance, and then are absent for the majority of the main plot because their dimension is destroyed and isn’t restored for a long time even after the Chaos Heart and the Void are stopped. The only two that are largely important are Blumiere’s mother and father.

I mean, the characters I’ve come up with for my Kirby AU aren’t super important plot-wise. They’re just a bunch of pengu folks—Dedede’s extended family—that show up a few times throughout the loooong story. It’s just the fact that I totally did not register that I was going off-canon until wayyyy afterwards. How did this happen?! How did I not realize??? Am I just really dumb??? Yes??

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching JIBcon videos (part 2 of ?)

Cockles panel

in which Jared is abusive to Misha :C :C :C (and Jensen is maaaaybe angry about Destiel not being canon??? whoa)

previous post HERE

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03:51

how long’s it been, 3 days? 4? idk but HI LET’S WATCH MORE

i was 11 minutes in, after 2 hours. oh boy

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just rewatching the bit where the fan asks if they can sip the apple juice and i just realised jensen said “no!!” at the same time misha nodded and said “yep”

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aaaaand jensen watches misha drink before he licks his lips and drinks too *u*

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03:56pm

misha: “supernatural the series will be ending, it’s been announced, but we will be doing a puppet show in jensen’s backyard... for another ten seasons”

i would pay money

misha’s joking but i would pay money

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and jensen’s mouthing “oh my gaaahd” at misha bc he did not expect 500 people to cheer that

jensen: “THAT’S BRILLIANT”

yes

yes it is

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“no seriously i think we’re gonna do that”

i would legit love that pls do

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the apple juice is getting to him already

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04:00

fan: “what one thing you won’t miss after it’s done? and don’t say each other, that’s not true”

shoutout to that fan right there looking out for all of us

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04:0

misha: “i’m not gonna miss jared and jensen hurting me”

jensen goes all quiet, misha touches his leg

AND THEN MISHA APOLOGISES FOR FONDLING HIM

this is so fucking complex but also probably so simple

on the one hand that touch was automatic, assuring jensen, but also misha’s aware of how that exact kind of touch is not especially consensual in the context of what he’s talking about

they kind of seem to have two separate relationships, the personal/private/convention-performance one... and the on-set one. off set, misha’s in charge and jensen is his princess, but then on-set, misha is a sexually abused puppy

and honestly i don’t know how i feel about this, so i try and figure out how misha feels about it. like... it’s pretty obvious he doesn’t enjoy being hurt, but rarely actually gets upset about it (i.e.: the airplane), and still maintains an apparently consensual, respectful and emotionally intimate relationship with jensen and jared outside of set??? it’s confusing to me and what i’m seeing here isn’t really helping me understand yet

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04:12

oop the video finished, time to move to the next one

i’m still torn on this issue

like it’s...... funny, i guess? jared army crawling onto set to hurt misha? BUT ALSO IT’S NOT, and it shouldn’t be, it’s only funny because they apparently find it funny

or at least jensen does, but jensen loves misha the most, so like.......... 

god i still don’t know

every year i’m still baffled by this

i just want jared to stop hurting misha

those poor inner thighs

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part 2!!

JIB10 - Jensen and Jared and Misha panel part2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd8O2-_Akk0&ab_channel=thiniassk

04:16

misha’s now talking about mark (sheppard?) and how mark wants other cast people to make “an environment where people are happy to go to work” the way the spn cast does

back to the thigh pinching though. so misha can quote that with total conviction... so i guess despite the pain he does enjoy it?? maybe he’s just a masochist and likes being hurt, idk...... and yet he says he won’t miss it once it’s over

who knows if i will ever understand this

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04:1?

extended eye contact with misha as jensen says “i would’ve loved to have slept in”

UH HUH

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04:?5

OH GOD IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING THEY’RE LYING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER

in which jensen is being misha and misha is being jared

“yeah you sexy bitch you like this”

????????????????????????????????????????

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and then misha pulls jensen up by the hand~

that did not last nearly long enough

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO RECOVER OR FINISH THE SENTENCE BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE COMES ON STAGE

UGH

EVERY FUCKING TIME

WHEN DO WE NOT GET COCKBLOCKED

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OH it’s not even everyone else it’s just jared

does he have internal alarms that go off when jensen and misha are being publicly intimate and he has to show up with a cowbell and a taser

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04:30

jensen is definitely tipsy now

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04:41

jared: “i was like ‘shut up bitch’ and you were like ‘yeah, hit me’

jensen facepalms and misha mouths “no i didn’t”

?????

jared is such a wildcard in this dynamic

on the one hand they’re advertising themselves as the model set relationship, and there’s obviously love between them, but on the other hand they’re all being abused by jared 

i 

i’m so perplexed

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04:35

https://youtu.be/dd8O2-_Akk0

misha to jensen: “do you... you wanna tell your... your dream?”

jensen shakes head “nope”

jared: “whoa!! this just got really romantic” (backs up)

(thank you jared for trying to keep out of this, i guess)

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04:44

i just took a lil break and i’m back now

i thought a bit about what i’ve watched so far today and compared it to the first part of the panel that i watched last time, and i’m trying to figure out if the energy is different because i’m in a different mood or whether it actually changed around the same point i paused last time, around the 11 minute mark. the first part of this was flirty and silly and fun, and then that vibe kind of plummeted... i guess it was because they started talking immediately about the abuse on set

but yeah, no, just typing that made me realise i’m right, the energy did change. misha mellowed out and jensen followed suit. despite getting tipsy and being more open to shaking his ass, he and misha remained subdued

like.. jensen clearly finds the abuse hilarious but i don’t think misha does. he loves jared and jensen both but i think there is legit pain there. people can be both abusive and loving, you know? jared’s awful but also nice, and i guess i enjoy his obvious outward support for jensen and misha’s romantic relationship, but i’ve always found it harder to appreciate him, compared to the effortless love i have for misha.

misha always, ALWAYS demonstrates that it’s absolutely possible to be dominant without hurting or demeaning people, and jared is just... not like that.

and yeah this upsets me enough that i’m now blurry-eyed with tears while typing this

it’s been kind of hard to enjoy this part of the video and i needed a moment away to figure out why

my favourite jibcon will always be the one where jensen leaned in to kiss misha. he was upset and misha went to comfort him, and supported him the whole time. i was thinking the other day how that energy was fresh. like they’d only just begun a sexual/romantic relationship in real life, or were about to and were eager for it. and this time it’s clearly been years and they’re more comfortable with their attraction.

but like.

yeah i’m disappointed that jared is on stage now. i can’t help it, i always am. his presence just seems especially upsetting after everything misha’s told us

i’m in no way saying they’re not friends, because they are, and i can’t doubt that they’ll be friends for the rest of their lives, happily and comfortably, but at the same time i will never be able to deny that jared is abusive. he violates consent in every possible way and just because it’s funny doesn’t mean it’s okay. these three spin the stories to make us laugh, but truly, under all of it, i find it upsetting.

someone’s always gonna say “but misha’s fine, he can take it”

but abused people can be fine, because they tend to be the strongest people, yet that doesn’t make the abuse okay. he’s not agreeing to it, he’s showing up for work each day because he has an obligation to and a family to feed. and he does love working there, and the people he works with, DESPITE the abuse.

i just. i don’t want people watching this to ever think that it’s okay for friends to hurt you. it’s possible to be bullied by friends. in fact that seems most likely in my own past. you may still be their friend, and your love for them may be warranted, and understandable, because they are lovable, but that doesn’t make their actions okay

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anyway

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05:05pm

misha: “are you wearing a t-shirt that says destiel is real?”

jensen’s hand ZOOMs to him i.e. “stop talking”

also he tied the pocket scarf around his neck and it looks good

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I LOVE THAT EVERYONE CHEERS

omg remember when people would boo

THIS IS BETTER

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is jensen like........ pumping for more cheers or being sarcastic? can’t tell, it’s kind of both

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and then jensen just goes “DESTIEL IS REAL”

his tone is like.........forceful joking? but also he just SAID it ???

jensen: “is it? is it??”

crowd: “yes no yesss noo”

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https://youtu.be/dd8O2-_Akk0?t=12m59s

jensen: “where? where is it real?”

misha: (pulls jensen down) “don’t get in a fight with people, honey”

HONEY. HE DID JUST SAY HONEY RIGHT?? HE SAID HONEY.

me: wrote a fic called He Called Me Honey

OMG.

misha is the best and will always be the best and his support is the best and i love him more than words can say

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05:13

k but

i think people’s claims that the destiel thing annoys jensen do have truth to them. his middle finger is on the mic, he’s PISSED.

but ........

honestly i don’t think it’s for the obvious reason. right now, *tilts head*.... looking at this, i think he’s actually more annoyed that destiel is not canonically canon. from what he sees, people are seeing something that’s “not there”, because despite him acting, he can’t hide his attraction to misha. and it’s still the old stuff from season 4 and 5 that put down the basis for all this, when he didn’t realise his pupils were dilating in the first few weeks with misha. and the storyline pushed them together.

theory: jensen’s annoyed about the destiel thing because it’s not as canon as he wants it to be.

maybe.

just........ the way he reacts to destiel stuff out of panels seems way more supportive. he’s just currently feeling attacked by the disparity of opinion in the room, everyone yelling about their take on it, whereas his question was legitimate: “where are you guys seeing the romance?” because (despite his best efforts?) dean still hasn’t kissed cas on screen.

deleted scenes = deleted destiel. i’m still 80% convinced when cas came back from the empty, there was a shot where dean kissed him. and it wasn’t used. (i have no proof. this is a theory. just with the setup to the scene, and the way jensen flirts with misha on set, i refuse to believe there wasn’t a kiss shot at some point. even if jensen was messing around for giggles. he knows what’s up, deep down.)

anyway, my point is, i don’t think jensen understands the romantic subtext. i think he understands physical touching, spoken words, kisses. and he hasn’t seen that in the show. i think he absolutely acts dean as being best friends with cas, but the subtextual romance comes from the writers, editors, and people picking up on jensen’s unconscious attraction.

but jensen has not seen what he would interpret as Romance in the show. and i think he’s miffed that other people see it, because in his interpretation that means it’s actor bleed. i think he just doesn’t get it. not saying he hasn’t studied subtext and stuff, as a director, but i think for him personally, romance is romance when it’s seen (hence him touching cas a lot more when he directs). and any bold choices he’s made as dean interacting with cas have been hidden away by the producers.

again, this is all theory, my take on it. the other theory is that he doesn’t support destiel and doesn’t like talking about it at all. but THAT IS NOT TRUE and if anything, *THIS* and *THIS* prove that

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05:50pm

k well those links just took me 20 minutes to find, and i still can’t find the version with the actual fanart. it was sunshine yellow, dean and cas were naked in towels, drinking coffee, and dean has a boner under his towel, and jensen drew a speech bubble saying “who the fuck are you?”

 but yeah i think i gotta stop for today. I WILL BE BACK. maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days. still got 4 minutes of this panel and then jensen & misha’s solo panels to watch. and i wanna get all my reaction posts up before the ‘good omens’ series drops at the end of may!! because maybe i’mma post reactions to those on tumblr too c:

hope you’re all having a decent day <3

Elmie x

[boldlywritingtrek]

What We’re Fighting For: Part 1

Kirk x Female Reader

Warnings: None really, maybe just dumb gender shit from early America? Idk it’s not super realistic so if you’re a history buff you’ll probably hate me. 

A/N: Yikes, sorry, this is a hella late entry for @yourtropegirl‘s historical AU challenge. It’s been a wild ride trying to write this, it started in a totally different direction, and then I just ended up cutting the first part and whoops it’s a multi-chapter fic now. It’s my first attempt at any AU writing, so I hope you like it!

Words: 1,916

Summary: After British soldiers sweep through, taking horses and supplies from your family’s home, a company of American rebels comes to your defense. Taking wounds in the battle, your family offers them a safe place to recover, and their dashing commander takes a special interest in you. 

“Captain Kirk?” You spoke softly. He continued to rock, his gaze fixed on the horizon.      

“Y/N, I thought I asked you to dispense with the formalities.”     

 "Mr. Kirk, I–“     

 "No, I mean…” he sighed. “Never mind.” His gaze wavered finally, slipping down to the porch floor, then up to meet yours. Once again you found your breath caught in your throat when the full intensity of his piercing blue stare was turned on you.     

 "James,“ you whispered. His lips quirked up into a small smile. You stepped closer to him, and this time he didn’t recoil. One hand released the death grip he had on the arm of the rocking chair, and turned upwards for yours. You gently set your palm over his, and he wrapped his fingers around yours and pulled your hand to gently kiss the back of it. You felt your face heat and fought the urge to clear your throat. “Why don’t you come inside, let me take care of that wound?” He glanced down, as if seeing the slice in his side for the first time.     

 "Are all my men taken care of?“ He shifted finally, turning his body towards yours so that his knees brushed against your skirts. His hand tightened involuntarily around yours, and you knew he was in terrible pain at the movement.     

 "Yes sir. Many of them are resting comfortably now, and only time will tell how they fare with their wounds. Those who survive the next night will likely recover.” He nodded slowly, processing. “Come inside. You’re already hurt, you’ll catch cold sitting out here.”      

He smiled, a hint of the twinkle sparking in his eyes. “I can handle a little chill, miss Y/L/N.” He dropped your hand as he stood, then gestured stiffly. “After you.”      

Lifting your skirts you stepped over the threshold to the house. Some of the other girls had come from town to help turn your home into a makeshift hospital, and they hurried between the rows of young men lying in various states of disarray on the floor. Bowls of water sat beside heaps of bloody rags as dressings were changed, and you saw Kirk hesitate as he cast his gaze around at the wounded men. For all the reservations and nervousness you had seen from him, he was a caring commander who was well-loved by his troops. In that moment he looked almost boyish; for a man who’d been skirmishing against the Crown for close to three years, he didn’t have the grizzled serious look you’d expect of colonial fighters.     

 As you lead him to the sitting room, you half-wondered how he’d come to be in command of his rag-tag crew; many of the men were so clearly older than him, more level-headed–and yet this charmingly reckless man was in charge. You gave him the courtesy of an empty room to look at his injury, to save face. He quickly doffed his jacket and the bloodied shirt beneath it. You knelt on the ground beside him, your focus on cleaning the dirt out of his cut. He stared through the doors, watching the movements of his men and the caretakers. His lips were pressed tightly together, his face pale. You took a deep breath, sitting back on your heels. “I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through,” you start. He immediately looks down at you. “But I want you to know that I care, and you aren’t alone.”    

  "Y/N!“ Your uncle steps into the room, his black bag clutched in his hand. "Tell me what’s going on with Mr. Kirk here?” He settled down beside you, adjusting his glasses and peering at the wound.      

“Glancing blow by a bayonet, uncle. I’ve already cleaned the fabric from his shirt out, and most of the dirt.” He examines your work with critical eyes, then seems to remember his manners.      He takes a step back, extending one hand to the Captain. “Name’s Dr. McCoy, I’m the local physician. Came out here as a favor to my sister, when she said she had a company of wounded Americans here. My nieces are capable women, but an extra set of hands never hurt anything.” He turned back to you when he released Kirk’s hand. “You’re doing well, Y/N. Clean it, wrap it, and make sure he eats something; the man’s whiter than a sheet.” You nod your understanding, and your uncle moves on to other patients.    

  "Hell of a bedside manner,“ James mused, and you let out a short peal of laughter.     

 "I’d be cross too, if I had to come all the way out here to look at a bunch of patients that my sister and her children had already treated just fine.” He was grinning when you glanced up at his face, but you scrubbed the cloth over his side again and he grunted and clenched his jaw.     

 "You didn’t have to come back here, you know. They wouldn’t have hurt us.“       

Darkness passed across his face, and he looked away. "You don’t know what they’re capable of, Y/N. Your family helped us, gave us shelter, and for that they can take your home from you? What kind of a life is that?” He huffed a heavy sigh out as you wound a bandage carefully around his ribs. You focused on smoothing the creases of the linen down, leaving a faint red smudge in the wake of your bloodstained fingers. He reached out hesitantly, as if to put a hand on your shoulder, then drew it back. “If we can’t take care of our own, what are we even fighting for?”      

His words and the melancholy in his voice tugged at your heart, and you wished you had the words to comfort him. Wished you could smooth the wrinkles in his forehead with your fingertips. Instead, you took his proffered hand and rose to your feet beside him. “Mr. Kirk,” you said gently, tilting your head to the side. “Why are you fighting?”       

You could see that he was trying to figure out a good response to save face. He sucked in a deep breath and turned those bright eyes on you, scrunching his face up. He was saved from having to answer your question when his name was called in the next room. He grabbed his shirt and practically ran from the room, leaving you to wipe your hands on the blood-spattered apron over your skirts and wonder if you’d ever really know his story. 

     The company stayed several days in your family home, recovering and regrouping. You found yourself speaking with the Captain every morning, sitting outside in the cool morning air with a quilt pulled tightly around your shoulders. Your sisters had begun to take notice, and tease you about your quick infatuation with the man. He was quiet and charming, and had a sharp mind behind the military bravado. Things had settled into a comfortable routine by the fourth day, and your house felt full of more warmth than it had since your eldest brother had been killed the year before.       

 On the sixth day of the soldiers being there, James didn’t join you on the front porch in the morning. After waiting for a while, you got up to go and find him, missing your daily conversation partner. Your father and the Captain both quit talking abruptly when you passed through the sitting room. Unable to resist temptation, you paused. Your father took his glasses off and carefully polished them on the hem of his shirt. “Can we help you, Y/N?” He looked weary. Kirk’s face was unreadable, but he chewed his lip lightly as he watched you wring your hands in front of you.      

 "I’m just wondering, pa… What’s going on? Uncle had us packing up some bandages, and–“      "It’s nothing for you to worry about, darling, we’re just sending the boys away with some supplies.” He turned back to Kirk, and you took it as your cue to leave. Your stomach twisted strangely as you stepped back out into the hallway, and headed towards the front porch. Of course they were leaving again; they’d been there a handful of days, long enough to recover, and they had to move on. You knew virtually nothing about any of them, least of all James, but your heart felt strangely empty at the prospect of losing his company.       

You were watching the clouds roll by in the wide blue sky, leaning back against the wall beside the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw James step outside. He folded his hands carefully behind his back as he approached you, his usual slight smile missing from the corner of his lips. “Good morning, James,” you smiled, turning towards him.       

He ducked his head, pink tinging his cheekbones. “I’m sorry I didn’t join you this morning, I was tending to preparations.”     

 "I hadn’t realized you were leaving today, Captain.“       

"Well,” he smirked. The bravado was back. “We can’t spend the entire war here.” You felt your face fall, and didn’t try to stop it. Instantly he sobered. “Your father told me what happened.” He stepped forwards. “I hadn’t realized, I’m sorry. I hope our presence didn’t bring up any memories.”      

 "No, of course not. I’ve just grown to enjoy you–our conversations.“ You stopped yourself, and felt your face heating in embarrassment. There was no reason to feel the way you did about him, already. It was absolutely absurd; he was a kind, brave man, who was simply showing you kindness.     

  He reached out and lifted your hand from where it was fisted against your skirts. "I will miss you.” He said, plainly. His face was open and earnest, but his eyes were guarded. “I would like to write you, if you’re…if you’d…” he rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck, and you felt his fingers trembling in yours.      

 You felt your face break out into a smile. “Are you nervous, Captain?”      

 "Of course I am,“ he spluttered. "And I don’t know if letter carriers will be reliable at all, but I’d like to try.” He peered at you from under thick eyelashes, and you finally squeezed his hand back.      

 "I’d like that.“ His face instantly brightened. "I was worried you’d just leave without ever saying a thing to me.”       

“Of course not.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.” You stood there together, in a moment of unusual calm, and you hoped dearly that you could continue to correspond.     

 "Captain,“ a young man with curly hair and bright eyes poked his head out the doorway. "Could use your help in here, sir!”       

“I’ll be right there,” he nodded briskly. When the boy disappeared, he turned back to meet your eyes again. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” He brushed his lips lightly to the back of your hand, then slowly backed away and disappeared through the doorway.