#ah yes finally she shows some non-detached reaction to something at the end

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@dyavol​ asked: 💭 + Mortals and mortality (@ Rhok'zan)

“Hm. I fail to see what you wish for me to shed light upon. Mortals are mortals, fleeting lights in the sky. Beautiful, to be cherished for what they are, and then they will go out. It is a necessity, as unfortunate as it may be, and yet that is how things are. It is the way things are meant to go. Mortals die when it is their time. I do not judge those that wish to circumvent that by means, for inevitably they will be shown the folly of their way, or perhaps something new will come from it.” 

A pause, nails dancing along her dress’s skirt while she considered. Surely, she must have something to add to this. It was in her domain, in a sense, after all.

“For entities such as us, we.. deal with it differently. Mortals are gone for us sooner than a blink of an eye. Humans, especially, vanish so hurriedly. I understand why that may make it hard to want those connections, yet... Connections are a beautiful thing. All things that deem themselves alive must make them, in some manner, in order to truly.. be. I believe the saying is ‘It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all’. For what beautiful things will come from that brief moment of light. 

...Even if, inevitably, that light will one day stop shining after the star it came from is snuffed out.” 

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Can you do #1 in Fluff? Sorry to be bother !

"Is this my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" WE STAN and you're not bothering, I love writing these, plus I asked for them! 💘

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Just like every morning for the past three years, Morgan headed first thing to the break room of the BAU to grab a coffee for him and Reid - only, now he was his boyfriend.

"Ahem- well, good morning lover." Garcia's gleeful voice made him smile, even that early in the day.

He turned around and spotted a wicked smirk plastered on her face, the one she pulled off every time she had to gossip about something or knew things she shouldn't be knowing.

"Morning, sweetness." he replied sauntering closer, two cups of coffee in hand.

The woman's grin only widened as she began tracing teasing circles on Derek's chest with her cherry-red-polished fingernail.

Morgan narrowed his eyes at her. "A'ight, I'll take the bait. What's all this about?"

"Tsk tsk. Don't act like you haven't noticed." she replied - though it's not like that explained much.

"...noticed what ?"

Penelope dropped her hand, rolled her eyes and sighed heavily - it was a very over-dramatic show but entertaining all the same.

"Come ooooon"

Derek felt the urge to spread his arms in resignation, and immediately remembered about the cups filled with hot liquid he was carrying.

"Woman, I seriously have no idea what you're on about." he settled to respond.

She shook her head pitifully, silently removing both coffees from his grip to set them down on the table and grab his arm to pull him toward the window that faced the bullpen.

The man's eyes wandered for a few instants, and the confused frown creasing them didn't lessen a single millimeter.

Penelope glanced in between his face and the wide room outside before giving up completely, pointing a finger toward a certain someone.

"Look!!"

"'Look' at what? At Reid reading some file 20 thousand words a minute? What's unusual about that??"

"No!- Ugh, Look how he's DRESSED!!"

Morgan scrutinized the boy's sitting figure up and down a second too many.

"...so? What do you see ??"

He's damn pretty, what the hell should I see-

Oh.

"Oh." he gaped, his brows shot up.

"Yes, indeed, 'oh' is the right answer." Garcia teased, letting some moments of silence pass by before bumping the stunned man's shoulder playfully.

"Come on, lovebird." she winked, handing him back the cups - which he would've undoubtedly forgotten about.

Morgan didn't exactly know what he was supposed to say anymore, so he simply grinned and followed her outside the room.

Penelope demanded a peck on her cheek before parting ways to head back to her "lair".

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Derek stilled a while longer and finally strolled toward his boyfriend.

"Hey, pretty boy." he greeted, leaning on the man's desk as per usual.

Reid's head darted up instantly - Morgan couldn't quite gauge if he really hadn't noticed him approaching or he was playing pretend.

"Oh!- Hi..." he responded, smiling timidly but more brightly than usual. At this point Derek stopped wondering, coming to the conclusion that Spencer was in fact pretending and that he probably had it all planned out to lure the man into asking the question.

Morgan passed him the coffee, and now that at least one of his hands was finally free he couldn't resist the impulse of caressing his boyfriend's cheek, quickly gaining a pink tint.

"...thank you." Reid murmured, dropping his gaze to fiddle with the brim of the disposable cup.

Derek stared affectionately at him a while longer, before putting his coffee down on the desk and folding his arms.

"Spencer?" he called almost whispering.

"Mh?" Reid leveled up his eyes again.

Morgan smiled. "Is this my shirt?" he asked, nodding his chin to point out the navy blue button-down hanging large on his boyfriend's frame; sleeves rolled up approximately twice and one of his stupid skinny ties tightly knotted around the collar, pointlessly trying to make it adhere to his slim neck.

Spencer shyly looked down at himself as though having forgotten what the shirt looked like for a second.

"...you mean our shirt." he mumbled, raising his gaze only after saying it.

Derek couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess." he agreed, shrugging non-committally.

Ever the overthinker, Reid hesitated; his content expression fading away as he eyed down at his coffee and ever-so-slightly made himself smaller.

"Uhm...I mean...y- you forgot it once at my place and you never asked...so I figured I would wear it at some point ?"

Derek didn't answer only because he was taken aback by the sudden change in tone and demeanor.

It must have been the wrong move - not to say anything - because Spencer put his cup down and rose to his feet.

"I- I have a spare one in my go-bag though! So I can change and give it back to you if-"

"No, baby, nonono" Derek reassured, now having picked up on the nature of the other's worry. He straightened up and cradled his boyfriend's cheek in his palm.

"Keep it." he said, and Spencer merely frowned as expected.

"You look even prettier than usual in my clothes." he explained. 'I didn't know it was possible' he wanted to add, but his boyfriend was already bright red and fidgety and twisting his fingers as he always did when Derek came up with compliments out of nowhere.

Spencer cleared his voice, only occasionally meeting the man's eyes. "It, uh...it fits you way better but...thank you."

The other shook his head, grinning widely. "Nuh-uh, don't even get me started."

Reid giggled, nodding. "Okay"

Morgan stroked his thumb back and forth on the boy's cheek twice or thrice more before half-heartedly detaching his hand with a sigh.

"I should get to work now or else I'll end up kissing you right here." he teased.

Spencer shrugged. "...I would do that if I were you."

"Ah," Morgan arched his eyebrows. "I see."

Playing tough guy was nearly impossible when Spencer asked him things with that face of his, so Derek simply complied and leaned in to stamp a quick, unnoticed, smiling kiss on his lips.

He pulled away and silently turned on his heels, but only after having taken in the flustered reaction of his pretty, pretty boyfriend.

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Supernatural recap: 15.04 “Atomic Monsters”

Howdy, recap readers! It's going to be a short one this week as I'm currently battling a cold that's evolved into an ear infection that is currently making me about as well-balanced as a baby giraffe on ice skates. I considered skipping this episode entirely but there were things I really wanted to cover about it.

Namely, there's this opening scene in the bunker. Everything is lit red like a security system has been breached. Indeed, the place is swarming with monsters of some kind. Demons? Yes. Demons. Dean is coolly going about killing them in ballet-like slow motion that speeds back up for the fatal blows.

You can tell at once from the directorial choices that things aren't quite right. The aforementioned lighting is one sign. The influx of demons is another. Then there's Dean's very full beard and imperfect hair. I mean, his hair IS perfect because there's nothing he could do to make it ugly. But it's not its usual texture-puttied self. It's messy and dry, down on his forehead. Dean has obviously not had time to devote to it. All he's got is genetics. The infinity scarf he's sporting is also some kind of indicator of some kind of thing. Maybe it's a sign that he's now some kind of sexy post-apocalyptic lumberjack assassin.

Anyway, what I'm saying is that Ackles, who directed this episode, injected more creativity than regular directors tend to. Which, you know, I get it. Not every episode is going to be innovative. They have a limited schedule and budget. But it does get to a point where many scenes in many episodes feel as if they don't need directors at all. Just have everyone sit down and talk or walk from point A to point B and talk. It gets to be a bit paint-by-numbers so it's nice to have an injection of someone's energy and point of view who's not one of the four or five main directors.

Ah, here's the part where I momentarily lost my shit.

Dean offs a bunch of demons and then pauses when he finds BENNY THE MUTHAFUCKIN FRIENDLY VAMPIRE critically wounded. I've made no secret of the fact that Benny's one of my favorite short-term characters. He had a fantastic intro and a tragic send-off that came too soon.

He dies again (NOOOO) after telling Dean once more, "See you on the other side, brother."

Dean resumes stalking around the bunker in search of the mysterious enemy who turns out to be Sam. Sam's hair is especially bouffant now, which I think is one of the usual indicators of his state of evilness.

And indeed he has returned to imbibing demon blood for reasons we're not yet privy to. We know from their chat that he killed Bobby and Jody (NOOOO) because they got in the way of his doing something. Dean tries to talk some sense into him but Sam's eyes go black and he telekinetically breaks his bro's neck.

In the present day, a non-demonic Sam wakes up with a start. He doesn't tell Dean which means at some point we're going to get an angry confrontation about why Sam didn't mention sooner that something was wrong.

Also, I don't know if Sam is supposed to be a full vegetarian these days but at the least he doesn't eat meat-based bacon anymore, so Dean lying about the kind of bacon he's been buying is a dick move. Also, we're super late in the timeline for Dean's masculinity to still be so fragile. Stop acting like a bite of soybean is going to make your testicles detach from your body and Plinko their way down your pants legs.

Okay so the A-plot is this: Sam and Dean investigate a high school cheerleader's death. It's immediately apparent that the parents of some lacrosse boy are involved because they have that standard "we're vaguely familiar Canadian actors whose characters get more attention than non-villains would warrant" introduction. Now, in a logical world, Sam and Dean would immediately peg them for murderers or at least accomplices, because they've seen this pattern play out many times, but then the A-plot would be over. Long story short: Their son got turned into a vampire but they want him to have a normal life where they live vicariously through his lacrosse successes at Yale. The kid's less of a monster than his parents, and volunteers himself for a beheading. It's a little bit sad but we spent more time on misdirection than getting to know him. It was too late to cure him but Dean could've mentioned his pal Benny who gave up killing. Then Sam could've made an uncomfortable face that communicated "THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY VISION BUT I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING."

Noteworthy is the use of Jensen Ackles's own song "Sounds of Someday" over the ending of this plot. He has a lovely singing voice and it's different enough from his Dean speaking voice (no gargling with gravel here) that I'm not sure I'd notice if I were just a casual viewer.

Now for the B-plot which is actually the more important plot to the season: the return of Supernatural fangirl Becky.

As with probably many of you, my first reaction was to shudder because eight years wasn't enough for me to forgive and forget the utter grossness of "Time for a Wedding!" That one's right up there with the manwitch dog episode for grossness with me. But Becky's gotten herself sorted out and is disgusted by her own actions towards Sam back then, so I'm kind of glad she showed up.

Who else shows up? Chuck Almighty. In need of an ego boost, he intrudes upon Becky's life. She's got herself a handsome husband and cute kids now, and her own Etsy store selling handcrafted Supernatural merch, but she feels a grain of pity for her old boyfriend. Thinking he's an abandoned prophet, she encourages him to get back to writing, but has a little bit of concrit for his new Sam and Dean fluff fic.

Y'all ever had a fic writer who said they wanted a beta reader but then got super mad at even the most helpful advice? Yeah, that's Chuck.

So he starts writing another story. This one is tortured and dark and painful. I think it's basically supposed to be Sam's dream from the opening. But I think the show fundamentally misunderstands something about fans and writing here. Becky says she hates the story because it's dark and hopeless. That's not necessarily why fans hate certain endings. A dark seemingly hopeless ending can feed a fandom for decades and spawn a million fics. But one that isn't earned? One that doesn't feel like a natural outcome of what came before? That's the stuff of shit heaps. That's the stuff people hate.

In writing, a gut punch is good. A sucker punch is bad.

Chuck finally reveals to Becky that he's God by disappearing her husband, her kids, and eventually her, too. Now he's just gonna squat in her house and use her computer. Ex-boyfriends are the worst, amirite?

So that's it for this week. Please reblog if you enjoyed this recap and visit my virtual tip jar if you can: https://ko-fi.com/A4017DA

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