#I thot it so I wrote it

[asamiontop]

The mark of an excellent engineer is predicting the unpredictable. Anticipating how a user might misuse or abuse a product before they’ve ever laid eyes on it. Preempt the mistakes and the fringe use cases and design them into insignificance with failsafes and redundancies.

Lena is, by all accounts and conferred degrees, an excellent engineer. She designed the anti-kryptonite suit to withstand, well, everything. It’s built to handle abuse ranging from unplanned space flight to close contact with a nuclear warhead.

Most engineers don’t exactly take into account how their product might inadvertently abuse them, however. And in that respect, Lena is no better than the rest.

She watches Supergirl peel off that technically perfect helmet, not a splash of sickly green on her golden skin, and Lena expects to feel triumphant. Proud. Accomplished.

Instead, she feels affronted. There’s no other way to describe the physically oppressive tightening in her chest when the hero shakes out her hay-colored hair, helmet in hand. The headpiece comes off, gorgeously windswept curls tumble out of it, and Lena gapes as her last remaining brain cell goes up in smoke.

It’s like a goddamned motion picture. Down to the way Lena’s jaw hinges open, slack and completely outside of her control. Blonde waves cascade over the armor Lena hand-built for those broad shoulders and all her insides collectively squeeze. A wayward strand catches on a passing breeze and alights on a delicately flushed cheek, framing Supergirl’s handsome jaw. Lena huffs—at this point it’s just offensive.

She’s bordering on furious with herself for not considering the obvious danger in her design (irritatingly perfect hair, an ill-advised sapphic crush, and a glorified motorcycle helmet do not a productive match make). Unintentional harm or distraction to anyone—wearer or not—is simply an unacceptable failure mode in battle. Of course her irritation isn’t enough to keep her from raking her eyes appreciatively over everything that her suit emphasizes on National City’s beloved Kryptonian.

Lena’s debating alternative head coverings in her mind—throat still dry, eyes still roving, fingertips still itching to learn how soft those golden waves truly are—when Supergirl glances her way. She smiles and it’s like the sun catches on all of her at once. Light glints off her suit (Lena’s suit, that she made for her), illuminates her hair, dances in her smile and suddenly Lena understands why people worship her as a god.

The super is radiant as she walks over. “Lena,” she breathes, tucking the helmet under one arm. Lena’s sheer disgust with this entire cliché is the only thing that keeps her from moaning outright at the way her name sounds from that mouth. “You saved me.” Supergirl’s blonde head ducks bashfully and—oh, she gets to be cute now too? How dare she. A chuckle rumbles through the crest that Lena placed on her chest. “Again. You saved me again.”

Crystal eyes lock on hers and Lena’s awareness of anything outside those deep, searching blue flees her entirely. Struck dumb, Lena holds Supergirl’s gaze, chin lifted, until the hero finds whatever she’s looking for.

An irresponsibly cocky smirk curls at the corner of Supergirl’s mouth. It pushes her a step closer and the proximity shoots a wave of instability through Lena’s knees.

“Is there any way I can repay you?” The super says, voice low. Lena wonders briefly if she’s been transported to the set of a low-budget porno. As if on cue, her brain fires off three filthy responses in rapid succession. This cannot be happening. She swallows hard to keep those thoughts sequestered in her head where they belong.

Possessed by some force greater than herself (perhaps Luthor composure, roaring through her veins from a family she normally loathes to emulate), Lena straightens. One of her eyebrows arches and Supergirl’s smile grows.

She bites the inside of her lip thoughtfully and watches in delight as the Kryptonian stands up a little taller, expectant.

“There’s no need, Supergirl,” Lena purrs, right on script, reaching out to swipe her thumb over a smudge on the suit’s chest plate. Keen eyes track the movement, so Lena allows her touch to linger. She retracts her hand slowly and meets the hero’s eyes once more. They are eager, focused entirely on her, and a shiver of satisfaction bolts through Lena at the attention.

With a heavy flutter of her lashes, she drops her voice. “But now that you mention it, I would love to get my hands on that suit of yours.” She pauses, allowing the implication to swell in the air. “I have several ideas…” she casts her gaze down the Kryptonian’s front and up again, “for improvements I’d like to make. If you’d allow me, of course.”

Supergirl’s eyebrows near her hairline as she stutters, “Y-yeah, totally,” her voice a whoosh. Then she shakes her head, sloughing off her apparent stupor, and her grin is back in full force—sexy and blinding at once. “Seeing as this is your creation, I’d say I’m all yours.”

She pierces Lena with that clear-eyed stare. “Actually. Are you free right now, Miss Luthor?”

Lena bites down a smirk and savors the goosebumps that tickle the back of her neck. She nods once, quick and to the point. Supergirl’s smile blooms across her face, replacing the self-assured swagger with such genuine delight that Lena is battered twice with attraction and endearment. She mirrors the hero’s expression and loops her arm around the elbow offered to her.

They turn to leave at a leisurely pace, ignoring the long-suffering voice of Agent Danvers yelling after them.

“Hey. Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Ka—Supergirl! That suit is DEO property! Hey! Hey! Don’t you walk away from me!”

Supergirl laughs, eyes never leaving Lena’s as an agitated “motherfucker” echoes in their wake.

[buppkizz]

mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today

[wheneverfeasible]

Bullshit (part 1/3)

Now on ao3

He should probably get a new car.

He didn’t want to. He loved his car, but it wasn’t really cool, was it? Preppy cool, maybe, but not my-boyfriend-is-in-a-metal-band cool. It had certainly seen better days too.

He’d used to reprimand the kids whenever they trailed in dirt and food crumbs or spilled their milkshakes or whatever, but after he stopped doing the same to Eddie, he couldn’t really do it to them either. Besides, he didn’t want to be a stick in the mud.

It was why he’d thrown out all his Wham! and Tears for Fears cassettes, threw out anything that wasn’t Judas Priest or Iron Maiden or whatever else Eddie liked. It was why he boxed away all his brightly colored polos and now just wore the band tees that Eddie let him borrow, why he’d bought some of his own, as well as skinnier dark jeans that he knew Eddie liked the look of his ass in. He even got some bracelets like Eddie’s, and now he actually looked the part of Eddie’s boyfriend and not so much like a sore thumb when he went to all of Eddie’s shows.

The only thing he needed to change, besides his car, was his hair. He’d been putting it off the longest. He loved his car, but he loved his hair more. He didn’t make it quite as styled nowadays, but it was the last part of him that spoke of his former personality. Because he had to change, didn’t he? He knew what happened when you didn’t make your partner happy. Knew what happened when your love was bullshit and he never wanted Eddie to find him unworthy.

So he liked the things Eddie liked now, he dressed the way Eddie dressed, and he did what Eddie did. If he made Eddie happy, if he didn’t make Eddie do anything he didn’t want to do, then Eddie wouldn’t find fault in Steve. It was simple as that. He knew better now. Because Nancy had broke his heart, but losing Eddie? It would break his soul.

So he needed a new car. Maybe a van like Eddie’s, or would that be too much? A BMW was hardly metal, after all. He needed something cooler. And then…then he would change his hair.

He would need to figure out what Eddie thought was cool. Needed to figure out what Eddie liked. Should he buzz it? Should he grow it out? He didn’t know. Eddie had never brought up hair before. He didn’t know what Eddie would prefer. Maybe he could ask Jeff. He’d known Eddie the longest, after all.

Maybe he should dye it. That would look cool, right?

The others had noticed, of course. They’d commented on his new attire, the fact that he didn’t listen to his favorite music anymore, that he only seemed to be doing what Eddie wanted to do nowadays. But Eddie just looked happy whenever Steve agreed to whatever movie Eddie wanted to watch, or what to have for dinner, or what to do on Steve’s days off. That was the important part: making Eddie happy.

So Steve just brushed off their concerns, explained it away as saying that he was growing up and his interests were growing. He even played stupid Dungeons and Dragons now, always making certain he got the names correct, always doing his best to play it how Eddie would want him to play it, even if it always gave him a headache afterwards with all the numbers and words and strategizing.

He always put Eddie’s needs first, be it physically, emotionally, or even just recreationally. If Steve did that, if he was good enough, if he became exactly what his partner wanted, maybe he wouldn’t lose this. Wouldn’t lose Eddie.

Maybe, if Steve made his love good enough, Eddie wouldn’t ever say it was bullshit.

-

Now with a part two

[littlemissmanga]

Hey hun,

Mind if I throw a request in? Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt…and only my shirt?” with Wrecker?

Anyway hope all is well <3

Hi dearie!

Of course I don't mind! And ABSOLUTELY THIS ONE. I immediately thought "Wrecker" when I saw it on the list and was hoping someone would send it in!! I may have just written it anyway lol

I'm sorry, though, I said fuck it to the 200 word limit. This is too good to restrain, though I kept it under 1k.

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

W/C: 733

Warning: NSFW, spice below the cut y'all so 18+ only. (but only the last paragraph so you can still read most of the prompt and just stop there and be ok if you don't want spice).

Wrecker felt bad, but a little white lie wasn’t gonna hurt anyone. And it was believable that he’d forget something.

So when the rest of the Batch stayed at Cid’s thinking he was running back to the ship to grab something, he slipped through the back alleys to your apartment. He just didn’t want his brothers teasin’ him and taking his time away from you.

He had spent a few nights with you before, and now that he was back planetside, he couldn’t wait to be where he had started to consider home. That it would be a surprise made a smile spread easy over his lips.

Taking the steps two at a time, Wrecker punched in the code to your front door with barely restrained exuberance. In fact, he was so excited to finally have you in his arms, he didn’t fully register the sight in front of him before shouting.

“Where’s my sweet-”

Recognition stole his words as heat coursed through him. You had also frozen, a spoon caught between your teeth, interrupted mid-bite. But that wasn’t what got him. No what stole his words was how you sat — with each inch of your bare legs visible as they crisscrossed in front of you. Raising his eyes, he nearly lost it at the sight of your torso drowning in a shirt far too large for you, the black fabric looking very familiar.

“Wrecker!” You leapt from your seat to run to him, but before you could reach for him, Wrecker caught your arms, holding you lightly but firmly out in front of him.

“A-are you wearing my shirt?”

“Huh?” You looked down, tugging out the hem to make the shirt look even larger on you. Wrecker swallowed, hard. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I … I like wearing them when you’re gone. Sorry.”

Your voice got quiet at the end of your explanation, your eyes darting demurely to the side. But Wrecker’s thoughts grew much louder and bolder as his smile returned.

“Oh no, don’t you apologize. Kriff, you look so good in that.”

He pulled you into him and knelt to get a good hold at the top of your thighs to lift you to his level. He wanted to kiss you until neither of you could breathe, and distance was his enemy to that end. But as he stood to his full height, you in his arms, he felt nothing but the flesh of your ass brush the top of his fingers.

A wry brow lifted, and Wrecker tightened his grip as a wave of heat coursed through him. “Heh, are you wearing only my shirt, pretty girl?” he asked playfully.

Maker, he wished his cybernetic eye could record the way Tech’s goggles could because he never wanted to forget how karking adorable you were when you nodded bashfully.

“It’s laundry day,” you said, as if that was an explanation he should understand. But he didn’t care. All he needed to understand was that you were in his arms, wearing literally nothing but his clothing and barely even that.

He let his hand slide higher, his fingers brushing against your core, groaning at the wetness that greeted him. You jolted in his grip, hands flying to his shoulders and holding on tight.

As if he would ever drop you. As if he would ever let you go.

“You been getting my shirt all wet and messy?” He grumbled, grinning at how you shiver in response to his voice so close to your ear.

“N-not on purpose,” you huffed, pride curling in him at your breathlessness. He dragged the tip of his finger through your folds to press against your clit, groaning again at your responding mewl.

The sounds you made could make him cum right there if he were a weaker man.

“Well, I say we do it on purpose.”

His shirt stayed on as he kissed you. It stayed on as he laid you out before him like a buffet, rucked up just enough to display everything you had to offer his eager tongue. It stayed on as he opened you up on his fingers, earning more of those pretty sounds as you came around him. And it stayed on as he flipped you over and bent you over the couch he found you on, taking his pleasure as he gave you yours.

Tagging @merkitty49 and @wreckers-wife since I know you both love the big guy as much as L and I do :)

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

I know I haven't posted the UD AU today as scheduled, but I only have half of the next part done on account of still working from home while having half a brain due to covid.

[kuuchuuburanko]

but if I say 'kaiser would rather continue the cycle of abuse than get therapy' I'd be jumped so I won't say that someone else said that not me tho

[randum-famdoms]

Another update on chapter 13 of my mom sold me to the detective prince (aka the fic with a really fucking long title)

Did some more writing, more than doubled this thing’s word count and I’m still only halfway-ish done because my muse refuses to be confined by an outline and things spiraled out of control (as always), I won’t elaborate because spoilers, but needless to say several unplanned scenes are now present. Current WC is 5,649, and I’d be shocked if this thing is under 10k by the end.

Anyway. Imma be done with writing for the night, it’s already dark out and I gotta take a bath because I’m leaving the house tomorrow. Also eat dinner. I haven’t eaten anything other than sweet potato cookies and mini brownies today, and it’s past 8pm. ADHD and hyperfocus sucks.

[placeinthisworld]

anyone care about my opinions on ttpd or have we moved on already

[nurseydexunsolved]

Imagine your entire life, you’ve been running a race. Everyone else seems to be doing fine; those at the lead are putting in consistent work, those in the back are choosing to take it easy. You, however, are barely scraping by in the middle of the pack and are exhausted. You’re pumping twice as hard as those in front of you, sweating buckets onto the relaxed faces behind you, and you can’t even keep pace, let alone catch up.

One day, someone comes along and says: maybe racing isn’t for you, but I see you’ve been running with 10lb weights on your legs. Have you tried a sport that’s about strength?

You look down. You are the only one with weights on your legs. You switch to weightlifting, and the precise thing that made your life impossible is what now allows you to thrive.

This is what it is to be Evan Buckley when he discovers he was born to be a firefighter.

[ma1dmer]

listened to too much london after midnight, borrowed reverie from the lovely @eydika and decided to try to get the hang of my lad, dog, uhh this isn't the day i finish a wip or actually stick to my original goal

"so how does this work exactly?" she kicks her feet, shuffles from one heel to the other in soft restless jumps, muscles flexing with every move. "he always passes by this alley to get to his apartment-" dog motions around with a big swipe of his arm she barely manages not to flinch at. "i got that part, why not kill him yourself?" she asks just to say something honestly. 'why watch me do it?' she doesn't ask, she didn't need all the sordid details of what he was apparently into, but standing around him waiting in silence like this, just made her more antsy. "does it really matter?" he asks back. the least he could do, she thinks, is not look as amused as he clearly was. "it's not like you have much of a choice now, right?-" he tries to joke with her, reverie isn't in the mood for that. he keeps going not noticing or not caring. something nags at the back of her mind, she presses her darkly painted lips into a thin dissatisfied line, she has stopped listening to him, she steps closer to him making him pause.

"just to clarify, i don't need your help" she snaps, teeth bared like a viper ready to strike, her eyes a vicious slash of gold in the darkness of the alley. dog holds up his hands in a pacifying manner, beneath the silver zipper of his mask, his sharp teeth glint a clear white as he grins with both rows of them. "you are right, never implied otherwise" his voice is unpleasant, a scratchy sound more akin to the white static of an old radio, it sounds painful. he pulls his cap down, leather on leather groaning at the shift, amused as reverie straightens up, shoulders squared and chin held high, tension lining every single muscle of her body, it must be painful at this point, to be wound up so tightly. she wears it with surprising ease despite the circumstances.

it'd been a while since she last fed, one thing or another making her neglect herself and her needs. big mistake. something moves in the dumpster behind her amongst the trash bags. predator insticts make her head snap towards the sound. before she can consider taking a dive to catch whatever made the noise, dog's laugh brings her back to the present, a cross between a cough and the scratching of a record player.

"what if he doesn't come?" she asks instead, dragging her eyes back towards him, with great difficulty, she shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket, an old leather piece with multiple holes in its pockets, she always means to get fixed but never does. "he will, he always does" he copies her movement, pushing his hands in the pockets of his own leather jacket, his arms, pushing down until the heavy bulk of it sticks to his bone thin frame. his shoulders hunch inhumanly, every calculated action taken to humanize him somehow undone as he stands too gaunt in front of her. no amount of latex and leather could hide what he truly was. in contrast, in her hunger, she appeared more human, her silver hair duller, her dark skin marred with imperfections mostly reserved for mortals. weren't it for her eyes, a wolf's gold, she could almost catch a glimpse of the woman she was before she was turned.

"show time" he rasps finally, lips cracking into another broad grin. "remember our deal" he reminds her with a tap to his forehead, as if she could ever forget, she huffs annoyed. she watches him for a bit, sees him shuffle into the darkness until only her beast could detect him. one predator cautiously aware of another. she turns on her heels then and follows suit, pressing herself in a corner of the alley opposite him, waiting, watching.

she hears him before he steps into the alley. a slight limp, an arrhythmic heart and lungs that wheeze a little too loudly from years of chain smoking. he is older than she'd like, balding with tiny glasses perched on a tinier nose, like a pug's snout. the name didn't matter, it never did, especially not in these cases. she'd prefer to do this by herself or with rhys or anyone more familiar, she'd prefer to not do this at all, she'd prefer a lot of things actually, but that was the price she was paying for her negligence she supposes.

she is more restless than usual, doesn't wait for long, she moves right behind him when he passes by her hiding spot, blending into his shadow, matching her footsteps to his own dragging ones. shuffling so the high heels of her shoes click tandem to his own. she licks her lips. she has half the mind to just rip his throat out with her claws, get this over with, satiate her bloodthirst and leave. he definitely deserved it if dog's story was to be believed. she briefly wonders if it'd matter if he wasn't, if he just lied to her to make it easier for her to fulfill her part of the deal and she was about to kill an innocent man for his pleasure, a passing thought she doesn't care to give grounds to now of all times. she wonders how she should go about this. make herself known now, let him run like a lame horse? try to lure him into a false sense of security and then drain him before he even registered what she was? simply bash his head in? she wasn't a hunter, dog just told her to do what she usually did. but the issue was, this wasn't what she usually did.

she could still feel dog behind them lurking, moving from one blind spot to the other, using the shadows and the flickering lights of the old lightbulbs above them with surprising grace and stealth for his stature. she expected to feel a certain way at being watched like this. but in an odd sense, it brought her comfort, knowing that if she did snap and her beast took over, he'd be there to make sure she didn't start running around slaughtering others and get herself killed in the process, or if someone was to pass, he'd at least pull her out of there before they were both discovered if nothing else. (wip)

[wigglebox]

Thoughts on the SPNWIN Finale

Okay so I’m gonna divide this into two parts: Implications for the future of where this show will go, and then implications for a potential continuation. 

**This is me writing after only seeing the episode once and then popping through here and there to try and remember things, but I may mis-remember or misinterpret but I wanna get these first thoughts out of the way!**

First off, just to quickly summarize my thoughts at the top: I really loved it. 

They had a hard hand dealt with this show, which is, only 13 episodes and no promise of a season 2. Because of that, they had to write it in a way that both closed this season but kept the door cracked open for more season. It’s a very very hard balance to do, but I think they still did it. 

To me, I have a lot of questions, but I LIKE having questions because that draws me back for season 2. And, if done properly, it can also lure people into the continuation. 

Implications for the future of SPNWIN

This episode was a whirlwind so I apologize if I mis-remember anything! 

I think the key thing that I took away from this in terms of future potential was the journal. They have Dean’s journal in the sense that Dean and Sam had John’s journal. 

John and Mary take off in the end but I have no doubt in my mind Lata, Carlos, and Ada will all come back and play a part some how as well. 

Which, by the way, the fact that this Carlos was THEE Carlos that was referenced in a Robbie episode a million years ago is so amazing, idk why. Robbie you madman! 

But, now we more or less have the confirmation that this isn’t truly our world, however we are going to be sticking with these characters in the future. Therefore, I don’t know if that means they’ll be universe hopping too, I don’t know if it means they’ll uncover more mysteries from Dean’s journal? I think that’s likely. I also think that will be fun. 

I also ALSO think that will provide more world building for the continuation, like this season already did. 

There is the obvious issue in the room of that being there were only 13 episodes and this may have felt more like a mid-season finale rather than a finale, however not being promised a season 2 has had to have been thee most annoying thing to write around. 

But, for a first season, it set up some solid base foundation work for them to continue to explore more stories while also not screwing around with canon. 

There are still questions I want answered and who knows when or if they’ll ever be answered. The biggest one, however, is what on earth is in that journal?

I have more questions but I need to rewatch the show to form them so they’ll be in a follow up post most likely. 

Another question I have is: Was that really Dean from start to finish? The hair is the biggest thing for me bc J finished filming Big Sky and there was no reason not to cut it, or use a wig of some kind [lol]. But also in general it felt different a little bit. Like it’s still him but also it didn’t feel like him from the pilot and from the photos we were seeing. But it really may well be him all along! I imagine that’s part of the mystery. 

I don’t think we’ll see him again, or if we do, it’s not going to be the same version. I think he served as a launching point. Several friends have made this point already but basically he laid the foundation for all this multi-verse stuff and now the kiddos are on their own and there’s a lottttt to explore. 

Again, I have to rewatch in order to fully form my thoughts on the future for the show. 

My question is gonna be basically are they going to explore different universes? And, how, if Chuck kinda offed all of them? But I’m okay with my questions for now because I like to go with the flow of the show. I don’t want to figure everything out right now. 

Implications for a SPN Continuation

I’ll talk about this first since I have some frens who were disappointed that 1) Cas wasn’t with Jack and Bobby and 2) Cas wasn’t mentioned. 

If you’re new around here, then I’ll cut to the chase now: I am a full on “Cas Is Not In Heaven” believer. There are several reasons why. I am also a “Chuck Won” and “Jack is Chuck” believer. Also several reasons why. 

I don’t believe Cas is in Heaven because they never showed him getting there. “Well Jack got him out of The Empty,” is one of those things that I’ll believe it when I see it, because otherwise, it’s too shady for me. Cas was last taken, alive, to an Empty where everything else was awake and alive and taken on behalf of a deal, not because he died. The Empty has wanted Cas for a while, and has been pissed that he’s gotten out. Cas is a PRIZE for The Empty so I don’t really see it giving up Cas any time soon for any particular reason. 

Especially if that reason is Jack. 

I don’t believe The Empty likes Jack either, especially after their last interaction being so bad (Jack exploding in The Empty, waking everything up). I don’t feel like The Empty is willing to do any favors for him. 

God isn’t supposed to be able to influence The Empty but I think, since Lilith and Lucifer were brought down, that Chuck and The Empty had an arrangement. And from 15x18 to 15x20 I had literally no reason to believe that Cas, a threat to Chuck, would have been let go for any reason, even if Jack was “God” now. 

It would have been sloppy story telling, in my opinon, if they tried to explain how Cas got into Heaven in such a short amount of time, and would have extremely taken away from the emotional magnitude of 15x18. 

And that’s how I felt with 1x13 of The Winchesters. 

If we had seen Cas I would have been upset, I think. Because again, there’s no explanation for him being there. If it wasn’t going to be a *wink wink nudge nudge* thing like “We’ll explain it in the continuation” then I didn’t want it. 

The reason why I feel so passionate about this is beacuse of the Chuck Won theory. And because of that theory, and how Cas’ role evolved over time in Supernatural, I don’t believe Chuck can “recreate” Cas. Because Cas exists outside of Chuck’s narrative, and isn’t beholdened to Chuck, that means Chuck can’t reproduce Cas. It’s just never going to happen. 

And I feel strongly about Chuck not being able to do that SPECIFICALLY because when all is said and done, I don’t EVER want Dean to look at Cas and wonder if he’s real or not (throwback to 15x02 anyone?). 

Therefore, I did not want to see Cas in The Winchesters except for very very very specific ways that I knew deep down wouldn’t happen because this isn’t the show for that. 

And I’m sorry I wish I could go along with the Cas in Heaven memes because they do make me laugh — but also the thought of him being there with no explanation and still not showing up makes me more sad than not. 

And that’s another thing—

With 15x20, and no Cas, there had been conspiracy after conspiracy for the last two and a half years as to why, everywhere between network censorship to Misha secretly filming and then them not showing anything. I’m personally more inclined to believe a mixture of: Censorship (Dean can’t reciprocate so what’s the point) and a deliberate choice on behalf of Dabb. But that’s for a different post because this is already very very long. 

But, him not being in the finale — while it fed into the Chuck Won theory — it also didn’t have enough stability to truly land on one theory or another because COVID restrictions were also blamed (in whatever manner people saw fit to blame it). 

However, NOW — with Cas NOT showing up next to Jack and Bobby — even tho in 15x20 Bobby said that Cas helped Jack — was very LOUD to me. 

So what does that imply, to me?

1) No Cas until they have the time and space to put the story and emotions into it that it deserves. AKA — since I’m a Cas Is In The Empty believer — A rescue, by Dean. Even Jackles at JIB11 said that he’d want to explore that. Both of them have expressed an interest in exploring a follow up to 15x18. They can’t do that in the season finale of a spin off show that hadn’t mentioned them virtually at all (apart from parallels) all season. 

2) No Cas because Cas isn’t there. I’ll get into my “Jack isn’t Jack” thing in a second, but because there was also this choice not to have Cas there — once is a mistake, but twice? Now it’s starting something. Especially since this time, they DID have Jack there. It’s like they’re showing us a Cas-shaped puzzle piece missing. The piece may be missing but you can clearly see the hole and know what’s supposed to be there (kinda like Dean’s reciprocation!).

To me these are interesting storytelling tactics. And that’s what this is, storytelling. 

I feel like maybe we lost the plot a little bit, we being The Fandom, in terms of long-term storytelling efforts. 

Cas being in The Empty still really does open up a TON of plot ideas for a continuation. Is it sad he’s not with Dean right now? Absolutely. But I’d rather have them apart than have a flimsy, unexplained reunion just to have a reunion. 

“They didn’t even mention Cas,” and yeah, maybe they could have, but as friends in Discord servers have pointed out, that also locks them into a story that they may not be able to tell so it’s better to keep it like how it was in 15x20 where Dean never spoke his name. That is, it adds to the uncanny valley of it all. 

Jack isn’t Jack 

Look at this lovely post. This reminds me of the first time I was ever exposed to Chuck Won, Chuck is Jack theory way back in ... I want to say December 2020. Someone had compared Jack’s clothes to Chuck’s, and here we are again. 

Also these tags from @clarkenting​

Jack didn’t feel like Jack. He hasn’t felt like Jack since 15x19. 

I already freak out and ramble a lot about Chuck Won when it comes to Becky’s Notes in 15x04 about “no one even mentions Cas” and the line about rock music and the like. But another note she made was regarding the villain’s monologue at the end and how it kinda sucked. Jack had a monologue at the end. Jenny, in 15x20, said 8 words. 

So Jack post-15x19 has always been suspicious to me! And last night was no different, especially since it’s the most Chuck Like he’s looked. 

Also, another thing that got me, was the reference to Carry On (the Kansas song). It felt super duper pointed and not just an Easter Egg but like — hey this IMMEDIATELY reminds me of 15x20 and how Dean was like, weirdly, “I love this song!” a little too out of character in heaven as he began to drive off. 

Dean’s favorite band isn’t Kansas, it’s Led Zeppelin. 

Also, the reference felt like a fourth wall break, something that Chuck would do. 

So no, I don’t believe that Jack was Jack last night. I’m sure if I go through the dialogue, which I plan to do lol, I’ll find even more reason to believe that. 

Another thing that confused me was Bobby being there. Dean drove off, alone, and was continuously shown alone, throughout his drive. But BOBBY was there last night? Confused I am. But in the good way. 

We know now that Baby can hope planes of existence so I really really hope she can hop into The Empty. 

I’m someone who believes that Dean’s “Heaven” is in reality just The Empty. Or, as sometimes my friends will hear me call it, Chuck’s toy shelf. I am also someone who believes we DID see Chuck in 1x08 as part of the band and it wasn’t just a Rob cameo. Rob’s character has too much implication to just casually toss him in as a background character. 

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This is super duper long, and I apologize but also not really! 

Some final thoughts (for now) (any follow up posts I make also will be under #spnwin thots):

I think this finale set up things for both a season 2 AND a continuation. I’ve been a contination believer since literally the SPN finale finished airing. At first it was a way to cope, but then it became a full blown belief for me the more and more first Jackles talked about it, and then the rest of the cast. 

I’m really excited for season 2 of The Winchesters should it happen. I really hope it does. I personally believe it has a high chance of migrating to HBO Max for a home — and if that’s the case that’ll be awesome bc I also believe that’s where a continuation will go. 

All of our favorites of the season will be in season 2 as well. We will see Carlos, Lata, Ada, Millie, Betty, Tony, etc. back. There are still questions about their characters too that we need answering. I’m still suspicious of Betty! 

I liked that they contained this just enough for the finale just in case they don’t get a season 2, but still left dangling plot threads to catch for a season 2 (which felt very season 15 of SPN to me. In my eyes, they really did leave some things dangling for a continuation.)

What kind of potential world building will we get now that we know space and time is but an illusion, lol. I like the prequel being used to expand worlds more and expand the canon more, especially when it comes to hopping planes of existence. 

Is The Empty really the big villain, or Chuck? I personally think so, and I personally think that this will help funnel some stuff into a continuation. 

“What about Destiel” yes what about Destiel? That’s a continuation problem but one that I know Jackles and Dee and whoever else will be involved will ultimately tackle as well. I may have more faith and optimism than others, but that’s because I know from past experiences from SPN that I won’t be burned no matter what happens — so if you need me to clown for you, I can! 

What about the Akrida? Do they just stop at this place? Why this particular storyline? What’s going on? We already have alternates to our own timeline that is the Akrida did not finish off our Men of Letters, Baby got into John’s hands via a car dealership (well, according to Chuck anyway), John didn’t know about hunting in our world, etc etc. 

So what else is different? Will they see OUR world? Who is dead, who is alive? Is Chuck gonna send them to other places too?

Only time will tell I guess! 

Time to light those manifestation candles for season 2 and a continuation! 

[onsunnyside]

I’m sorry to bother but Fratboy!Curtis and Cherry make my corruption kink go brrr. Like Cherry being untouched will be such a good thing for Curtis and his twisted mine. Knowing he is going to take all her firsts, teach her how to be a perfect omega for his fantasies and tell her that what they are doing is normal, all good pups do these for their alpha. I imagine he’ll do it my steps. Firstly tease her, get her wet, make her needy around him. Then tell her he can help her and teach her how to touch her own body, over her clothes not to scare her too much, teach her to spank her own pussy. When that no longer works he moves on to kissing, then making out; making her hump him during the whole time. Later its handjobs, taking her hand going “like this cherry”, moves on to blowjobs, starts teaching her by getting her on her knees and making her suck his fingers before moving to his big cock. I don’t think Curtis will train her holes beforehand but he might take her anal virginity first because “as long as he does not take her virginity she is still pure” . Waiting till she finally begs him to take her virginity, presenting herself for him before he fucks her dumb. Teaching her to thank him after every time no matter if its a punishment or not. Inspect her cunt to make sure she is wet, teach her to ask him to spit on her mouth or feed her his cum. Making her hump her plushies, his hand, the pillows, his thighs, turning her into his needy pup who will anything to please alpha. He might even trick her in the beginning, telling her good omegas only have underwear approved by their alphas, ask her to bring them over to the frat house, choose only a handful he likes and make her throw the rest away. Just there is soo much he can do to corrupt her. And even though its dark and twisted maybe because i feel similar to cherry i can’t stop thinking about it.

be honest, did you get into my google docs and read all of my notes 🫡

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

The next part of the steddie upside-down au is just RIPE with Eddie noticing things about Steve and drawing the wrong conclusions. He is simply trying his Best.

[randum-famdoms]

CHAPTER 13 OF MY MOM SOLD ME TO THE DETECTIVE PRINCE HAS BEEN POSTED!!!!!!

[kuroosdarling]

i need more ppl to be obsessed with connie springer

[tokuteasings]

Previously: -Tale got shot before telling us about nsfw headcanons about werewolf Fuwa Isamu-

Lol I am curious on your headcanons for a zero one animal au now

Well if y'all insiiiist-

The idea of werewolf Isamu is so interesting because he's claiming to be a lone wolf and he doesn't have a "pack" but more so he joined the "pack" of others accidentally. He wasn't even aware of it until werecat Yua was like "Fuwa, are you aware that you're kind of part of our 'pack'?" she uses that with air quotes and gestures to herself, AIMS, Aruto, Izu, Naki, etc. Fuwa blue screens for a sec but then smiles because it's this odd little family he had no idea existed and he's content.

But yeah uh when he goes into heat ya better watch out because he'll not let you fucking leave the damn bed until you are filled with him cum that you are just dripping-