#I don't know how in the fck my brain didn't connect it

[novirp13]

No, I kid you not. It took me exactly TWO MINUTES to realized "Oh. They have the same face o.O"

This was supposed to be a cool moment, yet my stupidity ruined it!! :'D

BONUS:

[aziracrowwstann]

My love for the show

I've seen that video of Sendarya saying that we should share as much go content as possible so, I'm going to talk about my love for the show.

I've discovered it in February of 2024 but I've known about it since july 2023 with the season 2 airing and my social media spaming me with good omens content. I remember that I didn't even watch the show and yet I cried at every silly video and talked everyone's ears off about 2 characters from a random show that kinda break up but not really. I knew the dialogs, the costumes and the music of Tory Amos but not much else.

So like I said, I discovered it in January and I loved it. But it wasn't like now, an obsession (or a brain rot like some of you call it), no, I simply really liked it and watched a few times the last episode because, apparently, I'm a masochist. But that was it. Didn't really think about often or anything.

Until one day in june where I was bored out of my mind and wondered what to do. Good omens came into my head and I thought 'yeah, there's a show that I enjoyed' and I watched it and a facination was created. I watched the entirety of the show in one go but it wasn't enough. So I clicked on YouTube and I watched all the animatics there was (and I truly mean ALL if them). Then there was Sendarya's videos that I also all watched with immense pleasure. Then I switched to Pinterest and I admired hundreds and hundreds of art and Tumblr posts. I remember, during a weekend, evey night in a row I got lost in go content and saw the sun rising and thought 'oh fck'. Then, you guess it, I joined Tumblr and I discovered Archive of Our Own and good lord how happy I am that I did. Anyway, you kinda get it, I ate Good Omens content on every media possible and I'm fucking happy about it.

Now, I'm still as obssessed with the show as the first day, but 4 months later. I know the dialogues by heart, cry everytime at the final 15, know a LOT of theories and even made one of my own. This TV show has helped me so much with my creativity too. It got me back into writing, drawing after an intense art block, reading and now, instead of doom scrolling on Instagram every time I'm bored, I read. I theorise. I imagine. And I'm eternally grateful for that.

Now, I know that the production of Season 3 isn't my decision, I hope and I pray that we will be able to have it because, it would absolutely destroy this little bubble I've created to know that we won't ever see the end of the show. Please don't let us without our safe place, our way to feel a fraction better when we aren't okay, with all the love and connection we created with other people because of the show.

[sweetdreamsbuck]

may i please request neighbor!bucky also being a camboy 🤔

Cherry

camboy!Bucky x neighbor!f reader

words: 4k+

warnings: smut! dom!bucky, bratty reader, neighbors, both have silly little baby brains because i think it's funny, bucky is YOUR neighbor AND a camboy???? all the warning you need. mutual masturbation (f +m)

a/n: don't know if i even like this but i wrote it and finished it and i want a neighbor bucky fck. i wrote this on my phone and didn't proofread it lol. mistakes are obviously all my own! sorry this is so late. i hope this is okay for you <3 mwah

IF YOU ARE  NOT 18+, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS.

You didn’t always know who he was. His name was James-- his username was, at least. He never bothered to show his face, keeping some form of privacy for himself. It didn’t matter to you, you just knew that he was the most perfect specimen to ever walk the earth. With his thick neck crowning his broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted chest adorned atop the most chiseled torso you’d ever seen, leading to the most delicious deep v that seemed to teasingly point to his beyond impressive cock.

He was huge in every possible way; but that wasn’t what made him stand out so beautifully to you, no. His left arm was entirely metal. A prosthetic that couldn’t be described as anything but magnificent; always glowing faintly with a bold shine in the lowlights of what you assume to be his bedroom. It mimicked the look of his right arm, all down to the exact cut and curve of each of the gorgeous muscles he had. Through your dimly lit web screen, even just the mere size of him caused a flutter in your heart and a throb between your thighs. And his voice-- a low and demanding baritone that overwhelmed your senses and ignited every nerve in your body.

After having found and joined on his page for a few of his group live sessions, you knew you desperately needed something more intimate than what you were paying for. You now knew the intoxicating tease of his low voice and needed it all for yourself. The first time you heard him whine out Oh, just like that. Wish I could feel your soft hand wrapped around me. God-- needa feel your warm lips wrapped around my cock leave the speakers of your laptop as you watched him pump himself furiously, whining and bringing himself closer and closer to the edge, you needed to hear your name fall from his lips-- even if it was just your username.

That’s what got you here, sitting at your laptop at 8:57 on a Thursday night, dressed in nothing but a matching black lace panty set. 9 pm was your time together. After seeing your tips come in a few times over the course of a few months, he knew you well enough by username-- Cherry-- and looked forward to your private sessions.

He wouldn’t be able to see what you were wearing but after the first mind-blowing session you had together, he made a list of rules he expected you to follow. One of them was to always wear something sexy, reasoning that his Cherry deserved the best.

You quickly place an order for dumplings from your favorite Chinese food place, knowing it would get to your apartment just after tonight’s session and you’d need to eat afterward.

Placing your phone down, the face of your laptop lit up with the knowing signs his connection was about to go through. His broad chest popped up, basically taking up the entirety of your screen, metal arm looking as pretty as ever. He was wearing a tight black shirt with fitted black jeans and a belt that clearly wasn’t needed-- only wearing it to tease you. It would only make getting his pants off that much harder and he loved how impatient you could get.

“Hi baby girl, missed you. Been looking forward to our time together all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about my Cherry.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his face as he said it.

Your chest swells at “my Cherry”, and you quickly lean forward to your keyboard, already typing out your greeting as soon as his voice filled your room.

Hi Jamie, been thinking of your cock all day

You watched as his chest moved as he chuckled at your message, “Yeah baby? All day?” He moves his hands so they are in perfect view of the camera, metal softly tracing above his annoying belt buckle while his flesh hand slowly moves up and down his thigh, taunting you, showing you that you’d never actually get to lightly trace his thick legs you dreamed of so often.

All day Jamie, even had to stop from touching myself like you asked me to

One of the rules he had set for you was about touching yourself during the days where you guys had sessions booked. He was the only one allowed to get you off on those days. It drove you both crazy, knowing that he had the power over you without even knowing you.

He moans softly reading your message and traces his hand over the growing outline of his cock through his jeans. “That’s my good girl, always doing what I ask. You’re gonna touch yourself soon, okay? Gotta get you warmed up first pretty girl.”

You whine and nod your head as if he could see you, but the low chuckle he lets out tells you he knows the power his words hold over you.

Please Jamie, been hot all day thinking about you

“And what’ve you been thinking about?” he groans out, thinking of you clenching your legs together all day at the thought of him, being so good for him not touching yourself to relieve your need. He starts slowly undoing the buckle of his belt while he softly palms himself with his forearm.

Your gorgeous thighs, wish i could be between them.

“Oh Cherry, what else? Need that baby, need more.” Removing his belt, his fingers tease their way towards the hem of his tight shirt.

Riding your thigh and jerking you off Jamie, been dying to.

So wet just thinking about you

There was a lot of truth to that. You didn’t even need to get yourself into a mood to talk with him. It flowed so freely, you never imagined feeling something for a man you’d only meet through a laptop, but here you were, wishing you could do every dark and perverted fantasy you’d ever had with him.

He groans and moves his hand to palm at his growing crotch while he brings his metal one slowly up his torso to finish removing his shirt. “If only you knew Cherry, want that so bad. I know you’d be such a good girl for me. My dirty girl, getting herself off on my thigh, ain’t that right baby?”

You felt a shiver rip through you at his words while you watched him palm himself harder and quickly moved to type Yes Jamie, so good for you. Need it so bad.

You felt your thighs becoming sticky and you hadn’t even laid a finger on yourself yet.

“Cherry, play with those perfect tits-- God I know they’re amazing. Wish I could be the one teasing them baby.”

Need you to touch me Jamie

Sending the chat, you bring your hands to play with your lace-clad nipples, imagining what it would be like to have his giant hands on you, teasing and toying at your hard buds.

“Unh baby, you wearing a bra like a good girl? Take it off. Need to feel those pretty nipples. Can you do that for me?” He brings his hands up his stomach as his abs contract. You watch as his metal hand goes over his nipples, shivers left in its wake as the cool feel of the metal and air works its magic.

You whimper as you quickly work to remove the black lace and throw it absent-mindedly across the room. You immediately bring your hands back to your boobs, squeezing them and tugging at your nipples. Your hands just aren’t big enough to help your imagination wander crazy with thoughts of what he’d feel like. Bringing one hand down to your keys you type out

Not enough, hands aren’t big like yours. Need yours Jamie

He whines reading the message and he quickly coughs to try and cover it up, not wanting to show just how crazy you make him. “Pretty girl, suck on your fingers. Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Bring ‘em to your nipples, pretend they’re like my tongue baby. God, you want that? Wanna feel my mouth on you?”

You whimper doing as he says and feel a new wave of shivers overcome you. Bringing your free hand down you quickly type Need your mouth everywhere

Your lace panties are completely soaked by now, but you were waiting for his instruction before you dared to touch them. You had to be good for him, you already made it this far. But what would happen if you didn’t wait? You’d never been bold to do something like that before. It’s not like he could actually do anything to you if you disobeyed him, he was only in your laptop screen. But then again, you were desperate to know how he’d react.

A new wave of excitement overcame you as you made your mind up. Slowly bringing one hand down to your waist just above your panties, you toy with the skin there a bit nervously, trying to work up the courage to touch yourself before he instructs you to.

The sight of him pushing his jeans down his legs to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking red and angry against his stomach, sans underwear was enough to push you. He didn’t wear underwear to tease you? Okay-- you didn’t need underwear then either. The surge of bratty confidence overwhelming you, you shiver as the cold air hits your wet center while removing the fragile lace.

Moving one hand up to toy with your nipple, you bring the other down to your aching center. You shudder as your cool fingers dip into your wetness, swiping around your slit and dragging some to coat your clit. Rubbing slow circles, you drop your head back and listen to him talk while he pumps himself.

“Can just imagine your mouth on my neck, on my cock, your warm tongue playing with me. Drives me crazy, I know that tongue of yours is magic, yeah? Witty mouth like yours, know that mouth is heaven, Cherry.”

You whine and speed up your movements, plunging two fingers into your dripping entrance while flicking your thumb on your sensitive nub. You were already so close, so worked up from just the sight of him pleasuring himself and the thought of ignoring his rule.

Bringing your other hand down to your keyboard you wait a second thinking of just the right thing to say. What will get him going?

Smirking and rolling your hips into your hand slowly, you type out

Mhmm my fingers too Jamie. Wish you could feel them right now

they feel so good

His movements completely stop when he sees what you wrote. You see his shoulders and chest tighten and his cock twitch in the open air of his room. You continue your movements, slowly, knowing just the amount of pressure to apply that will keep you on edge and wanting more but also in anticipation of what he’ll do. You add another finger.

“What do you mean, they feel so good, Cherry?” You practically feel the venom-laced words dripping from his lips slapping harshly against your aching center. You whine and feel your walls clench around your fingers at his deep tone. He is not happy.

Pleased with his reaction, you bargain for more

They feel so good inside me

Wish they were yours

So wet, could fit my whole hand

Bet your huge cock couldn’t fit

Need you to stretch me Jamie

My fingers aren’t enough

He whines pathetically and you watch his cock throb angrily, pre-cum leaking from his almost purple tip. He brings his metal hand down to his cock and slides his thumb over his slit, spreading his pre-cum around his length. He flicks his wrist a bit at his base and starts pumping himself while bringing his other hand down to fondle with his balls.

“Can’t believe you think you can touch yourself without permission.” He growls, clearly taking his frustration with you out on his angry cock. He moans as he pulls at his heavy sack, metal hands going back to circle at his tip just the way he likes. “You’re not coming tonight,” he barks, furiously working his member, “Only good girls get to cum. You’re gonna watch as I get myself off, Cherry, because that’s what girls who don’t listen have to do.”

You whimper at the thought of not coming and having to watch him get off, but you’re just so close. You could feel the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter and tighter and a few more brushes at your clit and you’d be seeing stars. But you already disobeyed him enough tonight. What if you obeyed and just told him otherwise? He’d never know. And you loved seeing this new frustrated side of him.

I don’t know Jamie, I’m the one with my hand in my warm pussy right now

He moans and starts pumping himself faster. “Not fair, baby. You know I’d give anything to touch you. Please! God just-- Cherry you are not coming. Take your hand out of my pussy now!” The low growl of his voice had your head spinning. How were you supposed to stop now? You were far too gone.

Your pussy feels incredible around my tiny fingers Jamie

Can’t wait to watch you finish with me

You can tell by his trembles and cries how close he is and how annoyed he is at the situation. His legs are shaking and his chest and stomach have a light sheen of sweat on them. He looks so beautiful. “Stop being a damn brat! I’ll end this call right now Cherry. Right before I finish.”

No he won’t. He physically can’t, you know what his body looks like right at the brink of completion. And he enjoyed this too much.

Not if I end it first

Watching his orgasm overcome him, you hear him moan loudly and beautiful chants of your name leave your laptop speakers and fill your room. You keep circling harshly at your clit and bring your other hand up to your pinch at your nipple, the last touch you need before a loud thumping in your ears and a sea of white overtakes you.

“What am I going to do with you?” he groans out, his intense orgasm still racking through his body. Hot white ropes of his release leaving his throbbing member, covering the skin of his tight abs and metal arm. “You are something else.”

You smile, your breathing trying to return to normal as you say your goodbyes in the chat.

Oh, you enjoyed it baby. Xo

He smiles, and you hear him chuckle and blow you a kiss.

Shutting your laptop closed without even bothering to exit the site, you smile brightly still trying to catch your breath. He was so hot angry. Where did your confidence come from?

The knock at the door brings you out of your pleasured daze and you quickly wipe yourself up and grab your robe to slip into to go grab the food.

Opening the door to your apartment, you’re greeted with the aroma from the delivered bag on the floor mat and your next-door neighbor Bucky, just closing and locking the door to his apartment. Catching your eye, he nervously waves and sends one of his warm smiles your way. He seems a bit out of it, hair disheveled and a warm flush on his face.

“Hey Y/N! Chinese? Sounds good. About to go get some myself.” His smile was so infectious. It made you want to invite him inside to share yours but you changed your mind when you quickly glanced down to note you were only wearing a thin robe and you must still appear flustered from your session with James.

After months of subtly trying to get Bucky to spend some time with you, you reasoned he was just reserved and closed off, not trying to take it too personal how he never seemed to play into your advances. He was always so kind, so it could be worse.

But there he was, looking a bit flustered himself but delicious as ever in his signature leather jacket and matching gloves you never see him without. You can’t help but wonder what was hiding beneath all the leather every time you heard his precious giggle light up the entirety of his face. He was so beautiful. And after that empowering session with James, you feel a sudden air of confidence take over you.

“You know Bucky, we’ve been neighbors for how long now? 6 months? You ever gonna take me up on my Friday night movie offer?” You smirk leaning against your doorframe holding the bag of dumplings you could care less about right now.

His face blushes even more so and he smiles softly looking at the floor. Shaking his head with a slight chuckle, he looks up and his eyes nearly knock the wind out of you. Stepping a bit closer to you he breathes out, “Yeah uh, yeah actually I am. That sounds nice Y/N. Tomorrow okay? I’ll bring wine?” His shy demeanor was going to be the death of you. He was nothing like your James, and that made you want Bucky even more.

The spark and fire that James brought out of you in your video sessions was absolutely perfect. He helped you regain ownership of your sexuality. But there was something just so appealing about how sweet Bucky always was. Someone like that was missing in your life and he seemed perfectly matched for you. Maybe after tomorrow night, you wouldn’t need to call James anymore. Maybe the sweetness of Bucky was the new flame you needed to kindle.

“Sounds perfect Buck, I’m a merlot kind of girl, hope that’s okay with you.”

He smiles widely at this and shakes his head, “More than okay with me, doll.” As you smile widely at him about to turn back into your apartment, you notice the left sleeve of his jacket slide up and get caught on his elbow.

No. It can’t be.

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart start to race at the sight of the small gleam of metal staring back at you, almost mocking you. He catches your gaze on his arm and he nods knowingly, disappointed in your reaction. You were just another person freaked out by his arm, and not even the entirety of it. Just from the small sliver now showing, just proving why he always covered up.

He shuffles his gloved hands around a bit, “Yeah uh, my uh arm isn’t exactly my arm. If you know what I mean. That’s why I usually wear these damn things. If it freaks you out I can uh. I ca--”

“No!” You yell shaking your head furiously, moving closer towards him, hoping the nearness eases his concern.

It’s him.

There’s no mistaking that beautiful metallic shine.

Your Jamie.

The thought of him feeling like he has to cover it so people don’t react exactly how you idiotically just did hurts your heart. But how do you let him know it’s because you’re his 9 pm on Thursdays? How do you let him know that you’re a customer of his? A customer that he frequently gives mind-blowing orgasms to through a screen to a person who unknowingly happens to be living right next door.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you think-- I mean. I am not freaked out, I promise. I’d never… no. It’s just surprising, that’s all! You always have it covered. It’s uh, real pretty Ja- uh Bucky. Should show it more.” Cringing at your horrendous attempt, you quickly add, “So tomorrow at 7?”

The look on his face lightened a bit, but you still could sense the apprehension of your pathetic attempt to cover up why you actually got so flustered. How was this even going to work? Pretend you never paid him for his services? Pretend you haven’t seen all of his gorgeous body so much so that you fantasize daily about it? Pretend you didn’t develop feelings through a screen only to find he’s your incredibly perfect and shy next-door neighbor?

You smile a bit, thinking of how different he is from his online persona. Online he’s so confident and certain and dominating. In person, he’s just a shy little angel.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

He lets a soft smile sit on his lips at the sight of yours. “Sure Y/N, tomorrow. Night, then.” He turns quickly leaving you at your door watching him walk away. When he turns the corner you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

Holy shit.

Bucky is James. Bucky is James.

Tomorrow couldn’t seem to roll around any slower. Your anxiety was at an all-time high. What if he didn’t want to see you anymore after he found out? What would his reaction be? Would he be freaked out that you’ve been paying him and he’d want nothing to do with you? Should you even bother telling him? Of course you had to, it felt like an invasion of privacy at this point. Maybe you were making it all up. Anyone could have a metal prosthetic. This is all just some big coincidence.

You hear a heavy knock at the door and feel your heart throbbing in your ears. Going to open the door, you brush down the front of your top and fix the zipper of your jeans before letting him in.

Bucky is standing there in a short sleeve shirt, jeans, holding a bottle of red wine, without his jacket or gloves. The sight of the arm up close nearly makes you pass out. Yep, there’s no mistaking it. James is Bucky.

He catches you staring and smiles softly, “Hey Y/N, figured I’d let my arm breathe for the night. Is that okay with you?” Before he could even get the question out you were excitedly nodding your head at him.

“More than okay. I meant it, it’s real pretty Buck.” You grab the wine from his hand and gesture for him to follow you into your apartment. You can’t help but notice the growing blush that blooms along his neck and face at your comment. It’s soft and radiant, just like him and his damn arm.

Looking at him scan your apartment and take in his surroundings, you open your arms as if to say welcome to my small place, hope you find what you’re looking for. He chuckles at your nervous body language and it immediately calms some of your nerves. Some of them; there’s still that other big issue you have yet to figure out how to disclose.

“So what movie were you planning on showing at this Friday movie night event of yours?” Shit. You almost forgot why he was here. “Don’t exactly see a TV anywhere Y/N, you know, so we could watch a movie.” He smirks at you, clearly catching you off guard.

Laughing softly, you point your head towards your bedroom, “My uh laptop is in there. I don’t have a TV but I promise, the screen on my laptop is pristine. Perfect for the couch too,” you wink. “Let me go get us some glasses and you grab my computer and set it up on the table for me, okay?” He smiles at you and turns towards your bedroom door.

You let your shoulders relax for a second and close your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you try and get control of your nerves. Everything is fine, he is here, you’re here, everything will be okay, he wants to be here with you.

You feel your nerves dissipate until you look up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of your room, a shit-eating grin covering the entirety of his face.

Walking into the living room with your laptop in his hands, you suddenly remember the last time you used your laptop the night before and the last site you had been on. His web page, the one you forgot to exit out of. How could you be so stupid?

The look of pure satisfaction on his face as he met your wide and frightened eyes was enough to tell you he’d figured it out. He knew now.

He turns your laptop and smiles with his eyes, taunting you so that the screen is showing his sculpted chest on display at the top of his page. He sucks his teeth at you and tuts disapprovingly, “This how you wanted me to find out? Paying me to get you off all this time, I’ve been right next door. Hmm? How long you know it was me, Cherry?” You gulp and feel a pool of wetness envelop the underwear now sticking to you as the shy and sweet demeanor of Bucky now fades. You couldn’t manage to get any words to come out of your gaping mouth. This is the James you know-- only it was actually Bucky. Looking at you with a burning hunger in his eyes, he closes the laptop and places it on the table.

He slowly starts removing his shirt while stalking towards you, eyes and piercing smile never leaving your shocked face. Your body can’t help but shiver lightly as he corners you in towards your living room. No amount of screen time could’ve ever prepared you for the feeling of seeing his body and his beautiful arm in all its glory right in front of your face. Tangible and present, you couldn’t help but reach out to touch him.

He hums, puckering his lips teasingly and shaking his head. “I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” he squints his eyes at you while bringing his metal hand to grasp your chin. Bowing down to your eye level, he squeezes at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat. He chuckles darkly, “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t appreciate your behavior lately. What happened to my good girl?”

His eyes travel down towards your lips and he licks his own, internally fighting the terrible urge he has to give in and kiss you. Glancing back up into your lust-filled eyes, he gains back some of his composure. He brings his other hand to stroke at the side of your face, “You don’t get to touch me since you want to be a brat. You don’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Don’t have a screen to hide behind this time huh? Can smell my pussy crying for me to stop already. You’re gonna let me ruin you tonight-- ruin my perfect little pussy. Ain’t that right, Cherry?”

[kutekoolkat]

“I do have a feeling that in the next two episode we are going to see how Alder is connected so I wonder if that does come into play.“ 👀👀 why is that??? Also listen if Petra DID want Alder dead and let Nicte at her it would be a horrid idea considering how connected with Fort Salem she is and clearly people know since Anacostia didn't seem to try and hide it from Berryessa when that tree started to wither. also I don't think you CAN hide something like that

That’s why I believe even if she wanted her dead she wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her, though I do wonder how much of the foliage is actually connected to Alder. Like we know the tree that Anacostia and Berryessa were by withered, so I always assumed the entirety of Fort Salem would go with it.

But also like slight sidenote: Why am I watching these witches go at each others throats while a bigger enemy’s preparing for genocide? It’s giving me a headache. Don’t get me wrong, I understand Petra’s motivation and I don’t hate her for doing what she feels she needs to but it’s grating my brain having to witness her deciding now is the time to get Alder off her throne. Change in leadership? While the Camarilla are getting stronger?? I swear if what I think happens to Petra in the finale actually does happen I’ll be seething fck

For the other part of the ask: when I first saw the promo for 209 I noticed a few things; Raelle and Willa seeing a memory of Alder’s which tells me the mycelium must be connected somehow, one shot had this odd camera tilt to the ground that suggests it’s going to show something under the earth, the tree in both the massive witch burning scene from the s2 trailer and this promo are the exact same sans the witches, and it’s pre biddies, they are no where to be found.

I suggested in a discord server that Alder unearthed the mycelium with her powers somehow. But oh my goodness Lauren (ANWsupremacy on twitter) came in with her theory that I’ll accept over anything else because it makes the most fcking sense ever:

The mycelium blossomed via Alder’s pain and Fort Salem was built around it.

She also posted it onto Twitter with more things to flesh it out including why Willa would be there as well to witness it. so go give her some love.

Honestly, there is no way anything else can be true.

Look at this shot, the woman is terraforming the land around her, the grass, the terrain shifting under them, look at those trees popping up in the top left corner??? If it’s not terraforming than she’s using time magic, like this woman literally made a home for them through her pain from all those witches she saw burning. This may in fact be what they meant in those interviews when they said we will see just how powerful Alder is. And that’s just Alder, I think?? There are no biddies in sight I’m???

Also Lyne described Alder as ‘Mother Of All, Mother Of None' in the 2021 Comic-Con Panel and that is the episode title of 209, so i’m dskgjdfh