#and I was gonna quote it but about lego so I looked it up cause I was like well wanna make sure I'm not contributing to some bullshit

[eatdrinkandburyme]

I was going to write a post about lego but then I got sidetracked by goblin market and I got lost once again in the horrors of the british empire

[thefuckinsandes]

Another Day

Pairing: Din Djarin x female implied reader Warnings: pure fluff Summary: Just another day in the Razor Crest with your two favorite people. Word Count: 1818 A/N: A friend on twitter inspired this fic when I was beginning to build the Lego Razor Crest set. She said and I quote, "imagine helping Din fix the Razor Crest" and this was born. I hope you enjoy this.

“Come on, you stupid thing!” You whispered in frustration as the Razor Crest decided to not listen to your touch of a button.

You knew your way around machinery, having to learn the trade thanks to being raised around various forms of ships and droids. Your father and mother taught you and your siblings everything, yet here you are struggling over a dumb button.

You didn’t want to bother Din to come assist you. He has been working so hard protecting and helping you care for Grogu, and making sure that you too were well cared for. You should be able to handle this on your own. At that moment it was just you in the cockpit of the ship. Din and Grogu were both sleeping, the latter only falling asleep if his quote on qoute father slept with him. So it was just you and your thoughts for the time being.

With a sigh of frustration, you went to collect your tools to see what needed to be fixed underneath all that metal. Going down the ladder, you quietly tiptoed to grab your things. You were about to pass Din’s quarters when it’s door swished open, making you stay still in hopes that you didn’t accidentally cause it to open. A soft coo is heard and the little being stares down at you from the hammock that Din made for him.

“Shhh,” You placed your finger over your lips in hopes that he understood what you meant. The Child replicates your actions, placing his hand in front of his face and trying to create the same sounds you did.

“Are you not sleepy anymore?”

You tiptoe towards his bunk, seeing Din’s armored chest rise and fall showing how deep in sleep he is. Good. He deserves a good night’s sleep. Grogu shakes his head, telling you that he is now wide awake. He lifts his arms up, asking to be picked up. Quietly lifting the Child from his hammock, you pull him towards your chest as you press a button, closing the door.

“Well, at least that button works,” You say as you look towards Grogu. He looks back at you and tilts his head to the side. “C’mon, let’s go get to work.”

Back in the cockpit, you unscrewed and pulled off the board that housed the button that was causing you such trouble. Grogu was sitting on the pilot’s chair, holding the tools that you knew you’d need.

“You’re gonna be my little helper, okay little one,” You pat his head as you take one of the tools he held. “You’re gonna learn some new tricks so we can avoid what happened last time when you let the blue and red wires touch. I still don’t know why Din didn’t wake me up to help with that.”

He coos as he listens to you. You took that as a sign that he indeed understood. After meeting Ashoka and learning more about the small being next to you, you felt more connected to him. Listening to her tell you and Din his thoughts and how he viewed the two of you, well, it made your heart flutter. As you focused back onto the wiring of the button, you showed Grogu what each wire did, the function of a specific part, and how to properly care for each item.

“Did you get any of that?” You kneeled in front of him.

“Patu!”

“What are you two doing?” Din’s modulated voice flowed through the room.

“We are having a learning session,” You smiled as you stood up and faced the Mandalorian. “After what happened last time, I thought I should teach him a thing or two. Have a good nap?”

“It’s not my fault that he couldn’t follow directions and yes, I did thanks.”

“Who was giving him the directions?”

Din laughed as he watched you return back to your work. He admired how you included the Child in all of the things you did around the Crest. Simple things from cooking meals, cleaning around the ship, and now how to fix small things. The kid may not understand a single thing you said to him as you showed him more wirings, but he loved the attention you are giving him.

“So what’s wrong this time?” Din leans against the chair that Grogu is sitting on.

You adjust the wires before you respond, “I was trying to get the thermoregulator to start, but it wasn’t responding. And it’s weird because I know Karga just had his best men fix the Crest, so you would think that it would function properly.”

“Maybe it’s just having a moment,” Din tells you before moving to stand next to you. “Like how you have your moments.”

“Which ones?”

“You know which ones.”

You can’t see his face, but you know by the sound of his voice as to what he was referring to. You knew he had a smug grin because you did as well, recalling some of your more intimate moments where he makes you go haywire.

“As much as I adore those moments, this is one that is just bothering me to the core. So if you don’t mind, I have work to do,” You tapped the tool in your hand against his beskar-cladded chest.

Din chuckles, “Alright, I’ll retreat. Want me to take the kid?”

You looked down to Grogu and watched him as his head continuously moved to look between the two of you. Maker, he’s too cute. “I don’t mind keeping him here with me. You go relax and clean up your armor or weapons. I got him.”

Din leans down and lightly presses his helmet against your forehead before turning and making his way back down to the hull of the ship. Your heart fluttered at the simple touch. With a sigh, you went back to work.

Grogu watched you as you explained everything you were doing. It was close to an hour later when you finally managed to get the thermoregulator to function correctly. With a grin, you placed the last screw back into place and stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“And that’s how it’s done. Now,” You turned to face the little one. “Are you ready to go downstairs and help your dad?”

A coo leaves his lips as he raises his arms once again, asking to be carried. Lifting the little one, you held him against your waist as you carefully climbed down the steps. The sounds of the Crest running was all that was heard as you reached the bottom. Din never made a sound while he focused on whatever task he had in hand. He was currently sitting on a crate, cleaning his pulse rifle.

“I fixed it,” You told him as you sat on the ground in front of him, placing the Child on your lap. “There were some wiring issues, but I managed to get it going.”

“Thank you, clever girl.”

His praises always made you blush. You began to stroke the Child’s ear, giving him your attention to avoid having the Mandalorian see your reaction. “How long until we reach Tython?”

“Two days, tops. We have time to plan accordingly and rest. Have you eaten, clever girl?”

You shook your head; you tended to forget to eat whenever you were working on a project. Din always made sure that you ate, reminding you to take a break since you always made sure that he too ate and rested.

“Stay here. I’ll get us all something to eat,” Din stood and placed the now cleaned rifle into the armory before making his way to grab something for you all.

“Your dad, he’s too good to us,” You whisper to Grogu as you watch him play with your fingers. “He always makes sure that we are taken care of. He protects us at all costs. He makes sure that we eat before he does and that we get plenty of rest. That’s why I love him.”

Your confession doesn’t go unheard. Grogu stops playing with your fingers and moves to place his hand over your heart. He understood what you said. Because that’s how he felt too. He loved his father. He loved his mother too.

A smile graced your lips as you placed two fingers over his little hand, “I love you too, little one.” You placed a soft kiss on his little head as Din returned to you both, bowls of broth in his hands for the two of you.

“You’re not gonna eat?”

“I am. I just need to make sure that we are on course. Eat. I’ll be right back,” Din hands you the bowls before turning away.

As you watched Din climb his way up to the cockpit, you placed the bowls on the ground. Maneuvering yourself, you leaned against the same crate that Din has sat on. Grogu moved away from your lap to sit beside you, ready to eat the meal that was given.

“Here you go. Be careful, it’s a little hot,” You place the bowl of broth in his small hands. The Child coos before lifting the bowl carefully to his lips. You smile before lifting your own bowl towards your lips, blowing on it softly before taking a sip. It was around your fourth sip when you heard Din climbing down the steps disappearing for another second and reappearing again. This time with his own bowl in hand.

“How are you both liking it?” Din asks as he sits against the crate behind you. A hiss is heard as you hear his helmet unlocking. The sounds of the beskar helmet is heard as it hits the ground. Then his velvety voice is heard next. “How much has he eaten?”

You peered over the bowl that Grogu placed on his lap, “He’s almost done. And it’s delicious. Thank you so much.”

“Welcome.”

The three of you sit in silence as you all finish your meal. You were the first to finish, followed immediately by Grogu. As Din continued his meal, you took upon the task to clean up after the kid. He sometimes made a mess due to him being so eager to eat.

“What were you and the kid talking about when I went to grab the food?”

You paused for a second before answering honestly, “You.”

“What about me?”

“About how much he loves you. And how I love you too.”

Din smiled as he placed the bowl on the ground beside him. His hand blindly reaches out for you, feeling the ground around him before he finally touches your own. His gloved fingers slip between yours and he holds them tight.

“I love you. You and the kid,” Din’s voice was warm and just beautiful as the words flowed effortlessly from his lips. “You know, I’m gonna marry you one day.”

You grip his fingers, “I do.”

_______

Tags: @evyiione

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

To Raise Children: Chapter 7

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Costume shopping!

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings: none?

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

It was already october, time flew by, the boy's birthday party was being planned. It wasn't gonna be a big one, you were paying for the whole thing. And Chris was letting you use his house for it. He was also getting the boys, and I quote "The most amazing gift ever" he hasn't told you what is was yet. Though he assured it wasn't a living creature or dangerous.

Today Chris brought the twins out with him after their T-ball game. He was prepared to hide their faces if he sees paparazzi. Though the paparazzi have gotten photos of him with the boys. But on Halloween when both boys were in masks. Felix was Spiderman because he's obsessed, and Felix didn't want to match that year so he decided to be Emmett from the lego movie. Their faces were covered, identities protected.

Tom didn't publicly say anything but he thought it was adorable. But Pratt did tease on Instagram saying something along the lines of "ha now you know how it feels." Just joking around since the paparazzi did get a photo of his son dressed as Steve Rogers' Captain America. Chris (evans) just laughed it off as fans cooed over him taking his grandsons to a Halloween event at the library.

"Okay! Your mom sent us out to get your Halloween costumes. You both should be buzz for Halloween." Chris teased.

"No! But me and Flynn are gonna match!"

"The betrayal." Chris said dramatically. "Well lets find these costumes." Your dad liked offering to pay for literally anything to do with these boys. The only time you accept is for Halloween. Cause costumes ain't cheap, and sure you could make them but Chris offered so.

The three of them walked to the kid's section of, Spirit Halloween. Flynn saw a blow up dinosaur costume very quickly.

"I want it! Please Poppy?" Flynn pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Chris looked away knowing if he kept looking he'd give into his grandson.

"I'll ask your mom." Chris said texting you. That seems like the costume he should get your approval on. "But it's pretty cool. You'd probably win your schools costume contest though." Chris teased ruffling the kid's hair.

"But I don't wanna be a dino." Felix said pouting.

"Well how about, you can be hmm.. Thing one and thing two?" Chris suggested but both boys shook their heads. "Hmm well lets see you could be mike wazowski and Sully?"

"No." Flynn said.

"You could be Alvin and the chipmunks minus one?"

"That's just lame poppy." Felix said.

"Okay then what's your idea?" Chris said kneeling.

"I don't know." Flynn shrugged.

"Spiderman!" Felix smiled.

"No." Flynn shook his head.

"Okay I'll keep shooting ideas then, Zombies? No? Uhm let's see a dog and a cat? Seriously you'd be adorable! Uhm Tigger and Pooh?"v

"No."

"Mario and luigi?" He asked.

"Maybe."

"Okay lets see... Beavis and butthead?"

"Who?"

"Never mind. Let's just look around."

———

Chris hadn't notice a paparazzi taking photos of him when he was helping the boys buckle in. It also took him until that night to realize that Flynn and Felix's faces were out there for the world. They were able to get a photo of Flynn when he was standing by Chris while Chris helped Felix. Since Flynn's car seat is on the driver's side which happened to be the side facing the road. They get a photo of Felix but the boys are identical twins.

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[accio-victuuri]

Style Guide: Wang Yibo

His personal style through the years. from clothes, shoes and accessories. I will include “concept” styles from his UNIQ days and variety shows. As well as a few from awards show & fan meets he attended. I honestly just want to see how he changed so here it is. plus an excuse to look at his pretty pictures. 

I. Early Years and Idol Life

Yibo’s initial style was pretty much divided into his idol life and his personal style. His clothes were leaning more into a blend hip-hop and Korean/contemporary style. He went through various style changes as an Idol with his group, UNIQ and really adapted the KPOP idol style. from changes to his hair color, make up on his performances and elaborate stage clothes. The transition from the innocent/delicate looking blonde to his EOEO look -- he just proves that he can represent any concept well. 

II. Solo work as Wang Yibo

Things started to speed up with his popularity from late 2017 to 2018. Juggling his work as a Musician, Actor, Host, Model, Brand ambassador- everything else. Famous brands started to notice him and his magazine covers are coming one after the other. This is the time where you can see him move fully into the skateboard / streetwear brands as his go-to. Airport photos also show him in ripped skinny jeans and his shirt of choice with a matching cap. he went onto say that he choose the clothes carefully, knowing a lot of people are looking even at him even at the Airport. 

It’s a stark contrast to how people see him in his Produce 101 mentorship stint. A common favorite among fans, every episode shows him in an interesting style. From the hair to his clothes and accessories -- He would always gain attention. You can ask any fan and they will definitely find it hard to rate all of his looks.  

notable brands he loves to wear ( either personally or at events) : off white, stussy, supreme, evisu, wasted youth etc. 

III. Rise to Fame

It’s 2019 and Yibo’s name is everywhere, not only in his home country but on international platforms. His transition to an Actor is finally complete. Keeping his other roles still intact but people noticed a few things missing. No earrings. Dark colored hair with no more highlights. However, his style during fan meets show him in very interesting pieces. Yibo’s airport style remains the same with his go-to streetwear brands but the slew of fans following him around definitely dampened the urge to stroll around the airport. 

His clothes on red carpets and fan meets were always on point. 

IV. The Black Panther

Wang Yibo established himself as a strong player in the entertainment industry with hard work an pure talent. At this point, everything he does and wears is going to be on display for everyone. There is little change to what he prefers to put on during his off time, predictably seen with his favorite brands. sometimes with loose pants on and signature hoodies. No more “instagram” style airport fashion photos as people gathering where he is became a security risk. He was sporting a military cut for his role in BAH most of the time but continued with his laid back style in TTXS episodes. 

A real treat for everyone was when he decided to be a Captain in SDOC3. Every weekend, fans were anticipating what style he was gonna wear. Yibo-official also posts photoshoots for every look/episode. This brought us back the highlights, eyeliners and a combination of street and idol look.

Also he can forget this situation with his pants! 

HIS STYLE QUIRKS

1. His love for personalized things- his love for one of a kind things is not a secret. from his limited edition Legos and shoes, him, wanting to put his names on things is not new. His collaboration with Evisu launched clothes that have his name on it and Audi even has special edition cars dedicated to him.

2. The earrings - He’s not been wearing one lately as he moved from the “idol” image to being an actor. However, it’s one of the most notable fashion accessory associated with him early on. In his Vogue Film cover last year he was wearing one for his role as a bartender. In an interview, he said he liked the earrings he was wearing.

3. Beekeeper hat - This actually went on trending as netizens did not get this type of style. In an interview, he explains that it is “hip hop style”. we don’t see him with this style anymore but it’s a notable one that gathered attention. 

4. Wearing caps  - Yibo’s signature accessory ever since, a combination of fashion and to keep his anonymity nowadays. What everyone really likes though is his 85 cap merchandise and hopefully, he release his own line soon. 

5. Skateboard - If there is anyone who can make holding a skateboard and having it with you all the time a fashion statement - then it’s Yibo. He is often seen carrying it in airport photos and using it on his breaks. As CHN’s ambassador for it, he truly represents the culture. Yibo is also known to influence the people he works with with trying to skateboards. 

BRANDS HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES.

1. Nike - The brand loves him and sends him stuff as their partner, but aside from the shoes--- he definitely influenced his fans in buying his white Nike bag that he always uses. More recently, he started using a black one instead. There is even a joke going around in weibo that people hate it when he wears a specific type of shoes they like, cause it ends up getting sold out.

2. VLONE- He truly is a trendsetter as he is the first artist in CHN who started wearing this brand. You can see him using it on his personal time as well as in some appearances. It’s a brand by one his favorite artist, Asap Rocky. like him, Asap is a style icon and in an interview said he does not shy way from wearing what he wants even if it’s against the norm ( wearing jeremy scott’s adidas collabs at the time that it was considered not masculine to do so.). The brand stands for “You live alone, you die alone” from this quote 👇🏻

3. PeaceMinusOne - Yibo is a fan of G-dragon and like everyone else, is excited and waiting for what he brings out next. He famously posted this brand’s collab on his social media platform twice. He was seen with a phone case from them. G-dragon goes onto say that this project is an extension of himself ; A utopia that we have not reached. He wants peace, but we are not there yet. These pairs of shoes are very hard to get especially since the competition are from celebrities, collectors and fans.

4. Chanel - Do I even need to explain this? He’s been wearing this brand on numerous events. not to mention his love for his chanel coco crush rings. His recent photoshoot for his single had him decked out in Chanel accessories. He started wearing the Chanel women’s blazers around 2019 and has been rocking it ever since. This just goes to show his unconventional approach in fashion & this is why the brand loves to work with him too. 

5. Palace - This is a London based skateboard and clothes shop that he frequently wears during his off days. Yibo is very into the skateboard culture & it’s a perfect fit for him. I cannot count the number of times I saw him wear this.

6. Rolex - I have a whole collection post about this but what he’s been sporting this from very early on. limited editions mostly. 

That’s it for now. This boy’s evolution in his style will continue. He will have more great fashion moments. More brands to collaborate with/ He is sure to bring something interesting every time and his one of a kind choices are always a hit.  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ  

[baroquebucky]

“my judgement's clouded like tonight's sky”

in which steve has a little too much to drink and confuses himself even more

a/n: i lost the ask for this request ,,,, pls forgive me for taking so long to do these omg I’ll try to upload as many as i can of the 1d anniversary special one shots this week !!

you weren’t exactly sure what to expect when bucky called you, first you thought oh god did i do something to piss him off and this is the end of me and then you thought is Steve okay?

Your crush on America’s golden boy was nothing short of obvious, small touches and sweet smiles were only scratching the surface of how you acted around steve, always making sure to dress somewhat decent and doing your best to impress him. Steve however was as oblivious as always, he thought that’s how you were with everyone and he was nothing special; plus why would someone as amazing as you settle for him and all his baggage?

You rubbed your eyes as you answered the phone, pausing the show you were watching to listen to bucky on the other end of the line.

“can you please just come get Steve and tell him you’re in love with him” the sergeant groaned and your face flushed.

“what? no!” You shrieked, getting up and turning off your tv. You put the phone on speaker as you quickly tried to find some socks and shoes to quickly slip on.

“y/n he’s been so pathetic all night! going on and on and on about how he will never find love because, and i quote, ‘the one i love will never see me in the same light’” he gagged as he recited Steve’s words. That man did tend to get poetic when he was shit faced.

You smiled as you slipped on your comfiest shoes and picked up your phone, “I’m on my way, but not to tell him i love him” you huffed and hung up before bucky could talk you into anything else.

Music softly hummed through your car as you drove to the compound, you could hear the sound of thunder as you drove, you hoped it didn’t rain before you got back.

As you arrived at the compound you realized how poorly you were dressed, an hoodie way too big for you and fuzzy pants with snowflakes on them, as you passed by a mirror you realized your hair was all over the place and you felt yourself get nervous to see Steve. You quickly walked through the long hallways, following the sound of laughter and music.

Almost the whole team was there as you were now even more embarrassed of your attire. You debated turning on your heel and leaving but Bucky quickly noticed you, curse his super soldier senses.

“y/n! finally, just grab Steve and take him out somewhere please we can’t handle him anymore” he groaned, hugging you and shoving you towards Steve.

“guys y/n is here!” Bucky announced and everyone cheered, getting up to hug you and thank you, just by looked at nats tired eyes and Tony’s sigh you laughed at how miserable they must have been to hears Steve ramble on for an hour.

“alright wheres the golden retriever” you sighed and they all pointed at the bar, and sure enough there he was pouring himself another asgardian drink. You quickly jogged over and swatted the drink from his hand before he could down it.

“nope, I’m cutting you off right now” you stated, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the bar, you could feel him wanting to resist (you were glad he didn’t because you didn’t stand a chance) but he eventually gave in and followed you.

“y/n! what are you doing here” he smiled, his eyes slightly hooded as he followed you, shaking your head you mumbled “probably making a bad choice” you sighed, saying goodbye to everyone as you and Steve walked back to your car.

“where are we going? can we go to your apartment and i can make that lego set you haven’t finished” he giggled and you rolled your eyes at him for teasing you, “you’ll see” you mumbled quickly opening the car door and shoving him in, putting his seatbelt on for him and he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You flushed red and quickly shut the door, getting into your seat and driving away from the compound.

“Bucky tells me you’ve been yapping all night” you say, seeing Steve roll his eyes at the mention of his best friend. “Bucky doesn’t understand me” he states, and you can’t help but burst into laughter.

He looks at you confused and you wave him off, “you sound like an emo teen” you giggled and he huffs, “I’m not” he complains and you hum as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“where are we going” he asked as you drive past your apartment, “to a park” you state simply and he furrows his brows.

“you won’t be drunk in about 20 minutes give or take and i need you to be sober when i tell you everything” his face is laced with confusion as he looks at you and then back out the window.

By the time you get to the park 15 minutes have passed and you can tell he’s starting to sober up as he flips through your music settling on the same song he skipped four times before looking out the window again.

“okay we’re here” you smiled and Steve got out of the car quickly after you, walking slightly behind you as you took him to the swings.

“why are we at a set of swings in the middle of the night?” Steve asked, raising a brow and you just smiled softly.

“i come here to think all the time, it’s nice to just swing and let everything go, i think you should try it” you encouraged him as he seemed apprehensive of the idea before you sighed.

“I’ll start then,” you breathed in deeply before starting, “i worry too much that i won’t be enough for the people i love, i think too much and talk myself out of being brave because i think i don’t fit the role” you mumbled and turn to look at Steve who was listening intently, as you started again he stared up at the sky, dark clouds covering the bright moon.

“your turn” you whispered and he nodded.

“I’m too indecisive about the things i want.” he simply stated and you swung lightly, staring at your feet as you encouraged Steve to continue. “I know what i want, i know who i want, but my judgements clouded” he grumbled, “like tonight’s sky” you added with a smile and he let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head in agreement.

“Bucky told you what i was upset about didn’t he” Steve sucked in a sharp breath before looking at the moon and then back at you, who nodded softly.

“and?” He asked, voice soft and slightly trembling.

“and i think whoever it is, most definitely sees you in the same light mr. America” you teased and he laughed, crinkling his nose at the nickname.

“do you?” he quickly looked at you and you nodded, “yes stevie boy i just said that i do” you laughed, quirking a brow at him and checking to see if somehow he was still drunk.

“no i mean- what i meant was do you see me how i see you” his blue eyes piercing into your side as you quickly set both feet down, causing an abrupt stop to your calm swinging.

You opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out, your mind going a million places at once and you weren’t sure what to say, ‘yes Steve I’ve loved since the day you bought my beta fish a bigger tank because you knew how badly i wanted to have a themed aquarium but couldn’t afford it’ or the deep poetic course ‘of course i do, how could i not when your the light that helps me through all my dark times.’ In the end it was neither.

“we’re under the same moon” was all you came up with and you have never hated yourself more. You could almost hear Steve’s heart crack and you quickly got up and cupped his face in your hands, pressing your lips together and squeezing your eyes shut. He took no time to return the kiss, quickly putting his arms around your waist.

You pulled away breathless, red and scared, you didn’t know what the hell was gonna happen now, before either of you could say anything steve pulled you in again kissing you again, this time softer and with a small smile; then a loud crack of thunder causing you to jump forward, you teeth hitting each other as rain poured onto the two of you.

Both of you burst into a fit of laughter as you went back in for another kiss, Steve effortlessly lifted you up and ran to your car for cover, he set you down softly as you reached into your pocket for your keys, quickly unlocking the car and both of you hurrying in.

It was quiet, with only the pitter patter of the rain outside and the thumping of your hearts.

“does this mean you do like me?” Steve asked innocently and you turned to look at him with wide eyes, “obviously!” You laughed and he blushed, nodding his head with a small smile on his face. “now what?” He asked as you drove away from the park and to your apartment.

“now you stop acting like you’re in a Shakespeare play everytime theres asgardian shots” you teased and he rolled his eyes, intertwining your fingers together as the two of you headed back to figure the rest out.

[allgaeswelcome]

My thoughts on Spiderman: Homecoming

Not that anyone asked lol

Things I noticed:

-Rue from Euphoria seems to have a ton of personality overlap with MJ.

-I thought that the incorrect quotes about Peter destroying a Quinjet were jokes, not like a serious thing where he actually destroys one.

-Am I the only one that left this movie certain that MJ’s some flavor of neurodivergent? I can’t be the only one, right?

-Mary Hollis is in this too, I knew her initially as the creepy trafficker from Euphoria.

Things I liked:

-I thought that Peter’s little movie was very cute, but I was concerned that Happy was abducting him. 

-Peter’s quite the high-energy kiddo.

-I loved all of the texts that Peter send Happy.

-3,803 piece lego set. Damn I’m jealous.

-Peter’s just... sitting there and stimming.

-I love that this seems realistic of high schoolers

-Aunt May is awesome

-MJ just sitting there in the gym, lifting her book up and down as a workout.

-I like that Liz and Peter seem to have a decent friendship to build their maybe-romance

-I love how Peter is constantly happy to see Tony, even if he just fell like goodness knows how far through the atmosphere.

-Peter: “They keep treating me like I’m a kid!” Also Peter: Literally bouncing on the bed.

-While the other kids are swimming, MJ’s just sitting there, reading by the pool. 

-More stimming :)

-MJ’s the reason the decathlon team won

-I liked MJ’s Washington Monument callout.

-The scene where Peter saved the other kids was so cool

-Baby Monitor Protocol. LOL.

-Donald Glover :)

-MJ clowning Peter in detention is one of the best things that she’s ever done.

-MJ: 

/lh

Peter: ????

-Nice save, Ned!

-I liked that the reflection was 1/2 Peter, 1/2 Spidey.

-Really liked the thing at the end with Peter and Liz. They both held good boundaries, still cared about each other.

-I feel like Peter made the best decision for him.

-the credits were fun, if a little glitchy.

What I didn’t like:

-Tony didn’t need to sexualize Aunt May. It was gross and unneccesary.

-About Peter’s costume change: You cannot. And I mean cannot. take off a button-up shirt without undoing the top button. You just can’t. 

-Tony wasn’t even physically there? Come on, man.

-It’s weird that Tony’s okay with borderline-trafficking a kid across a continent but isn’t okay with said kid hitching a ride to Maryland?

-Why did they need to have Flash sexually harass Peter? Unnecessary.

-Cap’s videos. Enough said there. 

-”Bye, Mr. Criminal” This was petty and rigid and again, UNNECESSARY. of peter to do.

-The whole car ride with Peter and Liz’s dad was so fucking uncomfortable.

-The yelling montage of Peter like showing off his masculinity just felt like it was thrown in there cause someone said that it should be, not cause it actually added to the story.

-”Boundaries are good” coming from you, Stark, this is hilarious.

-The analogy was gross. Like, too gross. Good that Tony recognized this though.

-Are the Avengers gonna fucking abduct/coerce Peter into living with them?

-Post-credits bullshit is my new least favorite Captain America.

Quotes I liked:

-”How’s your daughter?” -Peter

-”Weird Alien Tech”-Peter

-”Am I?” MJ

-”I like coming here to sketch people in crisis.”-MJ (but could totally have been said by Rue from Euphoria)

-”I like bread.” Aaron (me too, Aaron. Me, too.)

-”I don’t want those weapons in this neighborhood. I have a nephew who lives here.”-Aaron

-”Cut the bullshit.”-Aunt May.

-”I’m looking at... porn.” -Ned Leeds, certified cinnamon roll.

-”They don’t care about us, Peter.”-Vulture

-”What are you hiding... Peter?”-MJ

-”What the f-” -Aunt May

“Protesting is patriotic!”-Teacher dude.

Evidence for the Trans Peter Parker headcanon:

-Penis Parker

-Why is Peter getting the puberty talk at 16?

-Ned asked if Peter could lay eggs.

-And why did Aunt May chose the word “flowering”?

-Penis Parker (Part 2)

-Penis Parker (Part 3)

-”I’m not a girl, I’m a BOY. I mean, a-a MAN.” “I’m not a girl, I’m a MAN.”

-Peter being unfamiliar with ties and cologne.

Anyhow. This is the end of this rant.

[starlightaxolotl]

2021 Writers Wrapped

it’s the end of 2021, and i’m going through my writing throughout this year and picking a favorite sentence/section from each month!

The original challenge: for every month you wrote, pick a sentence/section and share!  This applies to both published works and wips!

The alternate challenge: pick a sentence/section from your most popular fic, your personal favorite fic that you wrote, and the fic that gave you the most trouble!

Hhhhhhh doing the alternate challenge because I have no idea when I wrote anything at this point I blinked and it's December okay, last week was July. This shit got long so it's under a cut.

Thank you @fabrowrites for the tag. I'm going to tag uhhhhh anyone who wants in, first of all, bc I love reading what other people write, @ninja-go-to-therapy and @peachyyskyy if you two want to :3

Most Popular Fic: With Friends Like This-Lego Ninjago

Brad caught the fake smile. "My mom isn't able to make it this year, but she's sending the supplies we asked for, so we can cause some havoc while she's gone!" He turned to Gene. "What about your folks?"

"Both out of Ninjago for work. They doubt the job will be done by the time Parent's week is here. They're sending a ton of candy to make up for it though." He smiled at Lloyd. "Looks like it'll be the three of us together, huh?"

Lloyd blinked, looking at his friends. Neither of their parents could make it? But...Lloyd had met their parents. They seemed so supportive and perfect, how would they miss something like this?

But...it also meant that for once, Lloyd wouldn't be the only kid without parents visiting. He smiled. "Sounds like we're gonna have a blast!"

Personal Favorite Fic: Swiss Cheese Memory has such a fun concept to play with have this little preview of events to come

He blinked twice at the uninvited guest in his room. The silence was grating on his nerves as they stared at one another.

“Huh…I didn’t think that would work.

No, him talking was decidedly more annoying. “What do you want?”

“I need some help. You like breaking things, right? How about a nice old-fashioned breakout?”

Problem Child (affectionate): Tidal Wave-Ninjago (because one next gen fic wasn't enough I needed an alternate timeline)

“Hi Zane, got your text.” Jay tried to play it off like it wasn’t making him a nervous wreck to see those words. “What’s up buddy?”

“I’ve called to ask if you are alright, Jay. Mr. Borg said you’ve been absent from work due to, and I quote, an emergency, additionally you’ve been tagged in twelve separate posts on chirp by people saying they’ve seen you at the hospital. You can see how this would lead me to worry.”

Jay had completely forgotten to tell the team about what was happening. It was still a lot to process. He’d asked HR to keep the reason behind his absence quiet, and that he’d let people know as necessary, that he just needed time to understand all of this first.

“Oh.” Was all Jay could muster. “I’m fine Zane, I promise, physically healthy as a horse.”

“Is your father unwell?” Zane’s voice was kind, and Jay swallowed at the thought. His dad hadn’t been too great since his mom passed away a year ago. Jay shook his head, remembering Zane couldn’t see.

“Dad’s fine, really, everyone is fine. It’s...complicated."

Honorable Mentions:

This opening I ditched for the origins in FT,NA

It’s easy to pretend that peace will last forever. We get so content in the motions of everyday life that even simple challenges and changes feel like a fatal wound. We have grown soft in this peace. We lower our guards because we feel that nothing bad will happen. We grow foolish, we lose our vigilance until it is too late. By the time we see our mistakes, the greatest losses have occurred.

There will be time to grieve, but not until every other emotion and every effort to fix the mistake have failed. Not until everything you have built has crumbled around you. Not until your world has sufficiently shattered in front of your eyes. Your peace was never permanent.

And yet you still hope as time goes on that the peace you knew will return.

You hope that this will pass.

You hope that this is the right thing.

You hope for some kind of closure.

You hope to be found.

Yes, that is where we differ, isn’t it? You hope, whereas I know.

This little delightful thing

“I recommend you behave if you want to live to see the end of the day.” He didn’t think the word ‘behave’ needed to be explained, it was such a simple word and any organism with half of a brain should have been able to figure out what that might entail.

Just proud of the wording on this snippet, it was also very fun to write.

There were two things in the world that Pigsy prioritized over everything else: his restaurant and his family. The two were intrinsically linked after all. Pigsy’s love for cooking stemmed from the lessons his grandmother had given him from a young age. His grandmother had been the one championing for him to open his own restaurant almost a decade ago. She had made sure his whole family showed up to be his first paying customers when the shop opened nine years ago. Of course, he had refused to let them pay for their meals which led to them insisting to buy the meals of the next people who came into his restaurant, and then it just kept continuing that day.

The restaurant was what led to him meeting Tang, the royal pain in his ass that he was at first that quickly wormed his way into Pigsy’s heart. There were times Pigsy would joke that Tang only married him for the ‘free noodles’ which the other never outright denied…he simply claimed that was one of the many perks.

Have one last snippet for the road.

“You’re safe,” Red’s voice was sleepy, and he pulled MK back down into the pile of blankets and pillows, strong arms wrapping around him. “It’s disgustingly early in the morning. We’re in our apartment. You’re safe.”

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

You say there’s all these people making homophobic and ableist jokes…but I’ve only seen one person who has made comments a couple times and they have nothing on their blog at all, not even a pfp. I haven’t seen literally anyone else. Is it happening on this platform or is it happening on another platform? I just wanna know so I can protect myself from seeing that content.

So for the homophobic jokes luckily it isn't a majority, I mostly wanted to talk about it cause no matter how many there are, they aren't okay and my blog isn't a safe space for them to be making them. Now on the ableist ones, they show up everywhere here and there but from my experience they're mostly on tiktok. As a few examples, under an older video of Josh stimming there where people saying, and I quote "he's like a toddler" or "he looks like he's having a seizure". Under a picture of Sam doing t rex hands™ someone said " is he posed like that in a picture with me I'd simply crop him out". Under a video about Sams lego hands people said things like "yeah he's gonna need to explain for that one" or "iPad kid hands 🤢". Someone calling Sam a spaz over him happy stimming because of a dog. Don't even get me started on the whole genre of jokes people make over Jakes dissociation and how he looks when he dissociates.

[jmkitsune]

All of the Happy Asks 💫! 😏😏

Sunrises: What is something you are looking forward to?

cooler weather, the heat is KILLING ME T.T

Honeybees: What is something you have done recently that you are proud of? It can be anything at all, even just waking up every morning.

mmm tried more and more looking for agents for my book series, like its the most annoying/stressful thing for me and causes a LOT of imposter syndrome but still gotta do it

Roller skating: What are your hobbies?

-writing -streaming -gaming -music/tv shows/movies -reading -lego/gundam model building

Stars: What are your favorite blogs?

uuhhhh RIGHT NOW anyone I've been reblogging A LOT from lol like if I reblog your stuff a lot- youre the current fave

Poppy flowers: What are your favorite flowers?

roses, water lilies, sakura blossoms

Lemonade: What is the sweetest thing anyone has every done for you?

uhh good question I wanna say that someone in my twitch stream one day decided (to be spiteful and funny) dropped like 500 bucks in one stream and I legit was speechless and didn't know what to do

Dogs: What do you look for in friends?

shockingly I don't "look for anything" other than

- dont be conservative, don't be a bigot, uhh pretty much dont be a dick

Painting: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

I've dyed my hair blue before, doubt I'll dye it again

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

uhhh mmm good question, honestly probably that I was good enough

Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?

star wars- A L L of it a lot of 1990s-2000s anime listen to a LOT of music from the 2000s read a lot of stuff like the looking glass wars, PJO series, HP, GoT, Golden compass books

Dancing: Describe your dream date.

gonna be honest with ya- i dont like dates in the capacity of like "look forward to them" I'd be happiest just hanging out around the house or whatever and not "having anything to do" just relaxing w my partner I don't do "dates" before a relationship (many people don't get it I know)

Rainbows: What always makes you feel better when you’re sad?

time, like I just need to be sad then I get over it

Beaches: If you could go anywhere in the world, right this moment, where would you go?

the ocean, I haven't been there in FOREVER and would LOVE that coooool sea breeze while standing in the ocean for a bit

Cats: What do you like to do on lazy days?

....work lol I dunno how to relax I'm always working >.<

Sunflowers: What do you want other people to think of you?

uh that's im good enough and that what I make is good enough to support?

Laughter: List 5 things that make you happy.

friends, music, video games, foxes, sleep (when I can have it)

Balloons: When do you feel most like yourself?

honestly, when I am streaming or writing

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

"when someone says impossible, they usually mean improbable"

Trees: Name one thing you have learned this past year that has made you a better person?

that no matter HOW SHITTY I AM- at least I didn't think that covid was fake, and that vaccines were gonna be tracking devices/believe in the conspiracy around that bullshit AND EVEN MORE - no matter how much I hate our goervnment- IVE NOT tried to openly revolt so shittily like in January

and that makes me feel good bout myself

Polaroids: What is your favorite thing about yourself?

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

thats my secret tumblr...I dunno

Sunsets: If you could paint the sky any colors, what would they be?

uhhh *insert do you like the color of the sky meme here*

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

Dumb things kids I've known have done that i find unreasonably funny

Time to explain the fuckery.

1. Bucket hat kid. So you know it was the dc trip in eighth grade and this one kid gets 3 bucket hats and 2 visors, so of course he decides to wear them all at the same time, now of course this is funny but here's the part I find even funnier when we were going back onto the bus me and my friend overheard his friend ranting, "Why do all of you keep getting bucket hats!?! Why!?! You all look the exact same! [He said bucket hat kid's name here but Im not gonna say his name] speant all of MY money on bucket hats! I hate bucket hats!" Which made me and my friend fucking die cause like bruh why did you give him money? Like dude you could've just not given him money to buy bucket hats with? Anyways time for more stories about bucket hat kid, to start off a personal favorite of mine, at like the cruise thing at dc he did a backflip to start the night. Like an absolute mad man he did a backflip (later the dj told everyone no flipping allowed. Buzzkill.). In like 6th grade when they announced who got perfect attendance he got it but was absent that day. He's really good at blackjack. One time him and another kid got in an argument and the other kid at one point just goes "well you dont have earlobes!", he has really small ears, and then he very angrilly responded with "i do! They're just little!" I found it very entertaining to watch from 2 seats away.

2. Double racket kid. Basically just once durring gym everyone was doing badminton and this one kid is just using 2 rackets and doing like the best in the class and then the minute he has to put down a racket he did really poorly. He's also my rival so I gotta include him, in all the classes we share we have a contest on which one of us can answer first, it is really intense in history. Were usually both unofficial team leaders in class debates and will just try our best to destroy eachother. And we cant work together cause then it's unfair for everyone else.

3. Salt bae. So one time for spirit week we had character day where you dress up as whoever you want and this absolute icon dresses up as salt bae and carries around a morton thing of salt all day. She's also a genuinly helarious person. And she was my only friend in 3rd grade and like it's impressive to be able to tolerate 3rd grade me, we bonded over anime at the lunch table :)

4. Virginity rocks. Time to go into the blondest person I've ever met, like no exadurating his hair is that shade of yellow, but so he sometimes just wears a hoodie that says "virginity rocks" on it, and according to my friend he also has a virginity rocks t-shirt, so there's a chance he has a virginity rocks shirt under his virginity rocks hoodie, and his phone background is virginity rocks and his Instagram profile picture. It's nice to see consistency in a person. But time for the real funny thing about him, the way he plays sports in gym. For instance once durring the pre-mentioned badminton game he placed his racket on the ground and tried to hit it with his hand, he also tried hitting it with his foot, but the main thing he does is try to hit stuff as high and hard as he can, like whenever there was free gym him and his friend would play hockey, and he would just try to launch the puck into the wall above the goal as much as possible, at one point he flung a waterbattle into the bleachers with his hockey stick while me and my friend were near the bleachers and he got extremely excited about it and braged to anyone in the near vicinity (honestly same bro) which me and my friend were the first he bragged about it to. I don't think I've ever seen anyone more excited than he was after hitting a water bottle into the bleachers. He also often would try to play hockey with basketballs. Or one time his friend left the hockey game to go play soccer so he went tok annoy him back into hockey by trying to play the soccer game with a hockey stick. Very entertaining person 10/10.

5. "Aren't eggs stored in the balls?" A quote from the magical time of eighth grade when a girl said this durring health. From the same girl that said "what's hygiene?" We got "aren't eggs stored in the balls?" To which the entire class died. Cause my god how did you get this far. 10/10 helarious but doesn't know it.

6. Tutu. So it was some like pink day thing so of course this dude comes in the outfit he wears everyday and a pink tutu. Okay but time to get into the real shit, so once durring spanish in one of the few moments of quiet this kid leans over to his friend and asks "could a dog have sex with a human?" Now he was clearly trying to whisper but he clearly can't physically whisper (same bro) and so the entire class lost it. As anyone would in that situation. Another time so a teacher put on finding nemo and he just started reciting along with it, like perfectly, at the end of that class he looked at me and said "I don't even like this movie." Legend. One time at the end of the year in sciemce sense we didn't have much to do the teacher layed out some stem kits things (similar to legos but not quite) and we got into groups of 4 and were supposed to make cars with the instructions provided, me and him were in the same group. For the first half of the class me and him just sorted out the parts while the other 2 actually made model cars and stuff but then we started messing with wheels and we made our own car completely without the instructions and barely staying together. The other 2 made 2 cars that worked perfectly and we made 1 car that only rolled if you pushed it (you were supposed to put in a rubber band to launch it. We didnt cause that seemed hard.) and might fall apart at that. But for 2 minutes we had a lovely (lovely to us at least) car that we then had to dismantle. It was fun. Then so one time when school was over I was walking down the stairs to leave, they were fairly empty for once and then suddenly a backpack flies over the edge and lands infront of me, I turn around to see this kid sliding down the railing which he then picks up his backpack and runs out. He's also one of the most charismatic and easy to talk to people I've ever met and that's not an exaduration. Like he can talk to litterily anyone.

That's not all the dumb shit I've seen at school but those are some big funny ones.

[automatismoateo]

15 arguments that PROVE Santa exists and DESTROY Santa deniers via /r/atheism

Submitted December 18, 2020 at 01:17PM by Phenenas (Via reddit https://ift.tt/2Kgr7bk) 15 arguments that PROVE Santa exists and DESTROY Santa deniers

1. Argument from Design

Every Christmas, a bunch of presents appear under my Christmas tree. I looked up pictures of the PS5 I might be getting if I’m nice, and it looks so beautiful that it can’t possibly have been made in a factory. No, the design is so complex and intricate that it must have been made by elves in Santa’s workshop. Therefore, Santa exists.

2. Argument from First Cause

Presents don’t just appear out of nowhere. You can’t just have a bunch of neatly wrapped gifts coming out of nothing. Every present must have a cause, and Santa is the only rational explanation I’ve heard that makes sense. Therefore, the first cause is Santa Claus.

3. Pascal’s Wager

Let’s say you’re a Santa denier, and it turns out you’re wrong. That means you’re in a world where grown-ups have to spend hundreds of dollars every Christmas, going through all kinds of stress, just to please their spoiled, thankless children. What kind of horrible world is that? Now let’s say you’re a Santa believer, and it turns out you’re wrong. That means you live in a wonderful world where a jolly man flies around and delivers free toys to all the boys and girls every year. I think it’s safer to bet on that option. Therefore, Santa exists.

4. Ontological Argument

Let us assume that Santa is a maximally jolly being, the most jolly creature possible. Just imagine his cherry-red nose, his twinkling eyes, his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. There’s nothing more jolly than that, right? Let us also assume that it’s theoretically possible for a maximally jolly being to exist. And thirdly, let us assume that it’s better to be jolly and spread joy as a real being in the real world rather than as a made-up fictional character. Would that not be a property of a maximally jolly being? Therefore, Santa exists.

5. Moral Argument

Every year, Santa keeps two lists containing all the children of the world: one for “nice” children, one for “naughty” children. This incentivizes children to be on their best behavior, so they don’t get a lump of coal in their stocking this Christmas. But if Santa doesn’t exist and people stop believing in him, what happens then? Then we have no universal standard of morality! If there is no standard for what is naughty or nice, all is permitted! There’ll be rioting in the streets! Ax murderers breaking down your doors! Maniacs poisoning the water tower! Nuclear armageddon! OH GOD WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! Therefore, Santa exists.

6. Argument from Prayer

Last year, I got a Lego Star Wars X-Wing building kit. I asked for that in a letter specifically addressed to Santa Claus. I even wrote “The North Pole” on the envelope and my dad helped me put it in the mailbox. How could my request have been granted unless Santa exists?

7. Argument from Scripture

Okay, Santa denier, if Santa doesn’t exist, then who are all the elves working for in their workshop up at the North Pole? Who does Mrs. Claus bake cookies for all year? Who said “Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight” to Rudolph? Dasher, Comet, Cupid, and the rest have all given personal testimonies that Santa exists. Therefore, he does.

8. Argument from Fine Tuning

Did you know that Santa’s body is so fat that it keeps the Earth weighted just enough that it stays in its proper orbit? If he didn’t exist, the Earth would either crash into the Sun or go careening off into space and freeze into a snowball. Thanks to Santa, we’re staying in the exact right spot where we can live and be happy and stuff. No, I won’t give sources.

9. Argument from Incredulity

Are you SERIOUSLY asking me to believe that EVERY SINGLE PARENT on the ENTIRE PLANET just HAPPENS to spend a fat wad of cash on toys EVERY December, and then they just HAPPEN to give it to their kids on the EXACT SAME DAY, EVERY SINGLE YEAR? I simply find that to be too much of a COINCIDENCE to believe. Therefore, Santa exists.

10. Lewis Trilemma

With regards to the story of Santa Claus, you can believe one of three things. One, that Santa is lying, and that he made up the whole story about himself. But what motivation does he have to do that? Two, that he’s a lunatic, some bearded madman who raves about magical floating reindeer. But if he is crazy, then why does he seem so happy and nice in all the cartoons? That leaves us with only one option left: that Santa is being truthful about what he’s saying, and truly brings us presents every year. Yep, there’s no possible fourth option here.

11. Jordan Peterson’s Argument

Do I believe in Santa Claus? Well, it depends what you mean by “believe”. If we examine the metaphysical architecture of belief as a function of Jungian analysis, then we can identify something resembling a Falstaffian archetype as a product of the collective subconscious of various hierarchies. And we must also define what it means to “exist”. If a product of traditional wisdom is so thoroughly intertwined with the hierarchies of pre-Dostoevsky Western society, and this patriarchal archetype functions in bestowing numinous meaning upon the individual and helping to combat the pathological shadow-dragon that lies within the superego, then who are these postmodern neo-Marxists to push an ideology which contends that Santa does not “exist” within these hierarchies? It also depends what you mean by “Santa”...

12. Argument from Conspiracy

It’s all a big cover-up! The government doesn’t want you to see it, but in Area 51, they’re hiding photos of Santa in his sleigh, half-eaten cookies with his DNA on it, even one of Rudolph’s turds! You brainwashed sheeple just go about your life with no idea that the deep state has been hiding Santa’s existence from you. The Illuminati has been sending secret UFOs to spy on your house and spray your Christmas trees with chemicals that will turn you into a soyboy! And the ringleader behind the whole thing?...the half-Reptilian half-cyborg known as BILL GATES!

13. Argument from Personal Experience

I sat on Santa’s lap in the mall once! Well...I know that wasn’t really him. But the real Santa talked to me one time...well, it was while I was high on ayahuasca. But okay, one time I felt really scared, and I just kinda felt like Santa was there. No, I didn’t see anything. Or hear anything. And nothing in particular really changed about my life, but I just kinda felt a little something, y’know?...Are you converted yet?

14. Ad Hominem

You know what? I’m tired of you arrogant Santa-deniers with your “science” that says a reindeer can’t fly. You all just believe this because there’s something wrong with YOU, and you just can’t stand the sight of Christmas cheer or joy. You all just hate the world, and you know what, I hate YOU! I HATE you all so much! You’re all just having a toxic circlejerk! Santa denialism is a religion! That Christmas song you quoted was out of context! You’re all just servants of the Grinch! YOU’RE ALL NAUGHTY AND YOU’LL GET A LUMP OF COAL THIS CHRISTMAS! YOU HEAR ME? COAL! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

15. Argument from Honesty

My parents told me Santa exists, and I like them. If anyone tells me Santa doesn’t exist, I don’t like them. Therefore, Santa exists.

Happy holidays, Santa deniers!

[sinsiriuslyemo]

EPISODE 23

Rafael watched Liv and Fin questioning Clara and her attorney, and he wondered how Eddie was doing right this moment.

“Well, Clara, the thing is that we have you following Eddie into New York, harassing him for weeks, and a witness who saw the two of you in a bedroom, alone,” Liv said, pacing back and forth the way she always did when questioning a suspect.

“We were in the bedroom alone, we have had sex on multiple occasions, during none of which has he ever said no or protested,” she said calmly. “I'll admit I'm a bit clingy at times but when he needs his space, he tells me.”

“Really?” Liv countered. “You’re his professor- an authority figure. That’s rape in the third degree,” she said, coming to stand in front of Clara and bending at the waist to put herself at eye level. “And ‘clingy’ doesn’t even begin to describe it. You harassed him. You demanded that he tell you he love you. You demanded that he cut off contact with his family. You demanded that he do as you say, and I quote, ‘or else.’ What was the ‘or else,’ Clara?”

“Or else I'd be very upset,” she replied and laughed softly. “Come on detective, you aren't trying to scare me. I'm a law professor. We both know you don't have a case here. Edward is upset and acting out. He's on suicide watch so I doubt he'd be much of a credible witness from the looney bin and even if he was, what could I possibly threaten him with?”

“Actually, Eddie checked himself in voluntarily at an in-patient facility, and after the jury reads all the text messages you sent him,” she dropped a thick stack of papers on the table directly in front of Clara, the impact causing the latter to blink, “they’ll have no trouble with his credibility. Especially after they hear about the...little movie you forced him to make.”

Clara laughed at this. “Detective, I don't know what you're talking about. But even if there was a video. There wouldn't be any longer. You'd need solid evidence to convict. There isn't much here but proof that I'm not the best girlfriend. You can talk to Edward yourself, I've never once continued if he said no. I would never. Rape in the third degree is a bit of a reach, but even so, that's a maximum of four years.”

“And going on the registry, and you’d lose your job, your teaching license...” Fin chimed.

“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Liv added. “You’re also looking at charges of stalking, harassment, and unlawful surveillance.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Clara replied, smirking.

“You don’t think so?” Liv asked, the corner of her mouth tilting up as she opened up the file in front of Fin and pulled out a disc. “I wouldn’t be so sure. It seems whoever sent this did so from your home computer. Maybe it was your husband. And Clara, we already have spoken to Eddie.” Liv leaned in closer, placing her hands on the table. “Who do you think is pressing charges?” she whispered.

“You intend to show the video? My, my, I'm impressed you've talked Edward into this. The case will draw quite a lot of attention.”

“Actually no, it won’t,” Liv answered, looking over at her defense attorney. “Will it?”

The defense attorney looked from Liv, to the evidence, then to his client. “I think the best thing for all parties involved would be to take a plea.”

“You see, Clara, we’re not trying you for the rape of Eddie Ramirez in New York yet. You’ll be charged in Boston first, since that’s where the crime originated, you’re all theirs. Then when they’re done with you, we get our shot. So you’re looking at ten to fifteen total if you take a chance at trial. There are detectives at your home right now, talking to your husband and offering him a deal as we speak,” Liv taunted, still smiling.

“And when Harvard asks why I left? It will come out. Edward will lose his scholarship, I can make sure of that.”

“We’ve already informed Harvard Law about their professor, who's been blackmailing and raping her students. Rape shield law protects Eddie. They’ll never know his identity. Yours though? That���ll be all over the papers. Everyone will know what you’ve done, and if you get an idea to leak Eddie’s name, they’ll tack on time to your sentence for witness intimidation and defamation.”

She pursed her lips. “What is your plea bargain?”

“For the crimes in New York, you do the max, four years, after you serve your time in Boston,” Liv replied.

“That's not a plea, that's the full sentence. If you want me to plead out you should sweeten the deal, you're just stating a basic sentencing. Two years, and I see Edward tomorrow. To talk.”

“You’re never gonna see that boy again. Four years is the deal. Boston PD will be here within the hour. The plea is that you won’t have to drag your name through a trial, maybe save what’s left of your reputation,” Liv replied as Fin got up and followed her towards the door. “I’d think about it long and hard. Once you’re indicted, that stench never goes away. You have until Boston PD gets here.”

Clenching her jaw, Clara looked over at her attorney who said, “It’s a good deal. I would advise taking it.”

Clara said nothing, sitting back in her chair and watching them leave with narrowed eyes.

As soon as Liv came back into her office with the door closed, Barba arched a brow at her.

“You took a chance with that bluff about having the video,” he said, making a mental note to ask Nevada if he’d thought to save a copy of it, just in case.

“It's a game to her, we just have to make her think we're holding all the cards.” Liv turned to Rafael and patted his back. “I'll call you when Boston comes in, you should go see your family. Let them know things are okay. We're gonna put her away.”

Rafael nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

He left the precinct and took a cab up to the Heights, trying to remember the last time he was there. It seemed as though it had been years. As he got into the elevator, he texted Roxie to update her.

They have her. Boston should be here soon to pick her up.

He got off on the top floor, knocking on your door.

You opened the door, NJ in your arms and smiled. “Rafi,” you said with an excited nod to NJ who scrambled to Rafael.

“Tio! Tio! You come play?” He smiled and hugged Rafael tight.

“I will in just a second, mijo. I gotta talk to your mom and papi first, okay? Why don’t you go get your legos out, I’ll be right there,” Rafael replied, setting the toddler down and ruffling his hair.

NJ ran upstairs excitedly as you gestured for Rafael to sit.

“What's up?”

“I just got back from SVU. Boston PD is on their way to pick up Clara McKnight as we speak. We offered a plea for what she’s being charged with in New York, but she’ll have to be charged in Boston with the original crime before we can prosecute her here,” he said.

You smiled and hugged him tight. “Thank you. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much we needed this. Eddie needs to see that the legal side can win...between you and me, I think Nevada needs to see that too,” you said gently.

“I don’t think that’s going to make any difference in how he does things, Y/N,” Rafael replied honestly. “He is who he is and I am who I am. At least now Eddie sees that things can be done the right way, too.”

You nodded softly, just snuggling against him. “It's so good to see you. I know it's been a few days but I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he replied, hugging you back. “Where are the girls?”

“Playing upstairs. Actually I better go check on NJ the two girls tend to gang up on him when I'm not around.” You went upstairs, coming back down with NJ who was pouting.

“Took I’s toy!”

“Who did?”

“Fiona,” NJ whimpered.

“Why is she so mean to him?” Rafael asked you softly as he took NJ from you.

“Between you and me? I think she smells weakness and fear in him. It's kinda like a dog, you can't show that you're intimidated.” It was clear from your face that you were worried about both children.

“Well...maybe she’ll grow out of it. She definitely will the day he’s bigger than her and pushes her back,” Rafael mused.

You nodded. “Right now she's a little sociopath,” you mumbled to him. “I worry. She's fine with Lily but she cannot stand her brother.”

“Well, calling her a sociopath probably won’t help. She hasn’t been diagnosed, so...maybe it’s because they’re twins and she feels she can get away with it when it comes to him?” he suggested, shrugging.

“Do you think I should take her to a therapist..? What if…” You looked at him hoping he'd understand your question. What if she'd gotten all of Nevada's dark side and none of the good.

“She’s two years old. I think she might be too young for a therapist, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have her evaluated,” he replied with a shrug. “Have you talked to Nevada about it? What does he say?”

“He says she's just a kid, I get it but...I'm worried. Eddie went in for evaluation today with his appointed therapist and we'll hear back soon hopefully. He seems to be doing okay.”

“That’s good,” Rafael replied, nodding his head. “I mean, if it’ll give you some peace of mind to have her evaluated, then tell your husband. I’m sure if you tell him that you’re worried, he’ll agree to have her seen by someone.”

You leaned your head against Rafael and smiled for a second as NJ crawled up onto the couch. “Mama, can tio play with I now?”

“Yes, let’s go play with legos,” Rafael replied, kissing your forehead and moving with NJ upstairs, into his room where the legos were.

Fiona was playing with Lily in front of the legos, Fiona took one look at NJ and frowned. “No.”

NJ sniffled and hid behind Rafael's leg.

“Hey, Fiona, you gotta be nice to your brother. Those are his legos, he’s being nice and sharing them with you. You gotta share, okay?” Rafael said, squatting to bring himself down to eye level.

“No, thank you,” she said politely and grabbed the legos.

Lily giggled. “Yeah! NJ is stupid! He can't play.”

“Hey, Lily, that’s not nice. You’re their big sister, you have to be the example,” Rafael replied. “So I guess since you guys are playing with his legos, NJ and I will play with your baby dolls,” he added. “Come on, mijo.”

“Babies!!” NJ exclaimed excitedly as he followed Rafael to the toy crib in the corner of the room and sat down.

NJ giggled up at Rafael, he could see so much of you in NJ. The boy was nothing but pure joy and kindness. He made the Barbie dolls hug and smiled.

“No!” Fiona moved over and yanked the doll from his hands. “Mine!”

“No,” Rafael replied, taking the doll back. “If you're gonna play with his toys, then he gets to play with your toys.”

She looked at Rafael and screamed, punching him directly in his goods. He clenched his jaw, bending at the waist slightly before looking down at her.

“Oye, why did you do that?” he asked. “That wasn’t a good choice, Fiona. You don’t hit people, it’s not nice.”

She glared and pushed NJ storming back over to the legos and screaming in a tantrum, throwing them and grabbing a handful and tossing them down the hallway.

“What is going on up here?” You frowned and grabbed the screaming toddler who kicked and hit you. You ignored the pain and moved to the bedroom.

“What’s the matter with her?” Nevada asked, furrowing his brows at Fiona, who was thrashing in your arms.

“She is being very bad!” Fiona bit your shoulder and you screamed, pulling her back and looking at the bloody bite mark. “That is enough!”

“Oye!” Nevada exclaimed, taking Fiona from you and looking at her in the eyes. “Why did you bite mami?” he asked.

Fiona swatted at him and screamed again, her little face going red with the force of her tantrum.

You looked to Nevada pleading with him to take care of it so you could clean off the bite.

“Dale, I got her,” he said, moving with Fiona downstairs and sitting on the couch with her. Wrapping his arms around her flailing body, he rocked her back and forth.

She tried to struggle, screaming as you moved back to the kids room. “You okay in here?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, she didn’t hit me that hard, and I backed away enough that it was just a tap,” Rafael answered from where he was sitting on the floor with NJ and Lily, playing with the legos. “Do you think maybe she feels like she isn’t getting enough attention?”

“I give her everything, I've tried one-on-one time, she doesn't want it. I've tried spanking her. Nothing. Nothing I do works.” You rubbed your shoulder, wiping the blood on your dress and sniffling. NJ got up and hugged your leg.

“Mama so sad?”

“What about pressure points?” Rafael asked.

You wiped your eyes and picked up NJ. “Pressure points?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, I once read about certain pressure points in the hands, sometimes in the feet that can help with the temper tantrums if you massage them. I even heard about brushing the child’s arm with a soft hair brush sometimes helps,” he replied.

You nodded. “Thank you, I'll try that.” You covered NJ in kisses before setting him back down with Rafael. “You mind playing with them a little longer while we talk with Fiona?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered.

You smiled thankfully and nodded before going to downstairs to find Nevada and Fiona sitting quietly on the couch. Nevada had his phone out and was showing the toddler what sounded like a video about whales. Your husband looked up at you, still holding the phone up.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, sitting down and watching your daughter watch the video, already calmed down completely as she laid snuggled against Nevada's chest.

You reached your hand to stroke her hair. “I love you both,” you whispered and looked to Nevada with soft and sad eyes. You were scared.

“Love you too,” he replied, glancing back at the phone. “Oye, Fiona, one more minute of the video and then me and mami wanna talk to you, okay?”

“One mo minot.”

You just sat beside them, stroking your little girl's hair for another minute and sighing contentedly.

When the minute was up, Nevada turned off the video as you picked Fiona up into your arms. “Mi amor, you can't bite people, or hit them or do that.” You pointed to your shoulder and Fiona pointed as well.

“Ouch Mama?” she whispered softly.

“Yeah, you can’t do that, mi amor. You gotta be nice to people. You like when people are nice to you right?” Nevada asked softly.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“You should say you're sorry,” you whispered.

“Sorry Mama.” Fiona gave you a kiss and hugged you tight.

“I love you little bear,” you whispered and kissed her softly. “You and your siblings are my whole world.”

“You wanna go upstairs and play with tio Rafael and NJ and Lily?” Nevada asked, passing a hand over the toddler’s hair.

“Yes peeze,” she wiggles free and moved to go upstairs.

After she was back upstairs, Nevada looked over at you. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, gesturing to your shoulder.

You made a face. “I should clean it eventually…”

“Come on, I’ll help you clean it now,” he said, standing up and reaching a hand towards you.

You nodded and followed him upstairs to the hall bathroom, sitting on the vanity.

“What happened?” he asked as he took out the hydrochloride and began to gently dab at the bite mark.

“I don't know, I came in and she was just melting down.” You leaned over and kissed him. “How'd you get her to stop?”

“I held onto her and rocked her back and forth till she stopped fighting. Then I just took out my phone and put on a video for her until she stopped crying,” he answered, shrugging.

You nodded and waited until he had bandaged before you to move to him, kissing him softly. “I think we should have her evaluated...just to be safe.”

“You really think it’s that serious?” he asked. “She’s two. You remember Lily at two?”

“I just want to be safe, I've never seen a kid so...violent. It scares me,” you whispered. “Maybe it'll give us at least a game plan for how to handle her better.” You pointed to your shoulder and the deep bite mark. “She bit to harm, I need to know how to handle her.”

“Okay,” he replied, nodding his head. “Make her an appointment, we’ll go.”

You nodded, “thank you.”

When Rafael got home, Izzy was shuffling around the apartment. He furrowed his brows at her, setting down his keys and briefcase.

“Hey...what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Hey, um...I was kinda hoping I could stay another night?” she asked hopefully.

“Yeah, of course. What’s going on? Has Lila not moved out yet?” he replied softly.

“No she's gone, I just wanna change the locks before I stay there,” she said softly. “Can I stay here for a day or two? I won't cause any trouble,” she promised.

“Yeah,” he replied, nodding his head. “You’re always welcome here.” He smiled before loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. “So how was your day?”

She shrugged. “It was okay. I'm still sorting a few things out with lawyers. But it's been good, how was your day?”

“Okay, we got the teacher who's been harassing Eddie. What do you mean, sorting things out with lawyers? What things?” he asked.

She grinned. “You got the teacher? I knew you could do it!” She threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling a little and hugging her back. “Do you wanna answer my question now?”

“We're just dealing with some divorce stuff, it's finalized but we still need to split assets and debt.” She shrugged. “It's not a big deal really.”

“You want me to get in touch with Rita and look over everything?” he asked, though he wasn’t going to push the matter if she declined.

“It's fine, it just turns out that we owe more money than I was expecting,” she shrugged. “Such is life.”

“Okay,” he replied. “Well, Rita is capable of protecting your best interests, but if you need or want me to get involved, I just want you to know I’m here.”

She smiled and hugged him tight. “Thank you Rafi.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Roxie not home yet?” he asked, looking back at her.

“Oh she's out cold in the bedroom, looked exhausted, poor girl.”

“Oh okay,” he said softly. “I’m gonna go in and see her. Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet, I will,” she smiled and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back before moving into the bedroom where Roxie slept soundly on the bed. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her temple, stroking her hair for a moment before he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She stirred, sitting up a bit and calling out to him. “Are you home?” she mumbled sleepily.

Poking his head out, he came to toss his shirt in the hamper, beginning to take off his slack. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he replied.

“It's alright,” she yawned. “How was work darling?”

“Good. Did you get my text about Eddie?”

She nodded. “I'm proud of you Rafael.” She crooked a finger for him to come over.

Smirking a little, he tossed his pants in the hamper as well, coming over to her as he mindlessly readjusted the waistband of his boxer briefs, and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her.

She tugged him down and laid him beside her, kissing him softly. “Come under the covers with me, I'm cold.”

“Can I shower first, or is it an emergency?” he asked playfully.

“Now,” she pleaded. “It's freezing and I want you to hold me.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I don't care if you showered or not. I like your scent.”

He snorted softly, and climbed over her frame to lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing beneath her ear.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“It went well.” She kissed him softly.

“That’s good,” he replied, snuggling her closer and sighing contentedly. “Went to see Y/N and the kids. She’s worried about Fiona.”

“Fiona is a scary little thing,” she said honestly. “The only person she seems to bond with is that brother of Nevada's. The very scary one, with the shaved head.”

“OJ,” he replied. “She got really aggressive with NJ over some legos today. She also tried to punch me in the crotch. Good thing I have fast reflexes.”

“Oooh, my ninja,” she teased and kissed him. “I've only seen her affectionate with OJ.”

“I’ve seen her affectionate with Nevada sometimes,” he replied absently..

“Do you think she's evil because of what Nevada does?” she asked curiously. “I don't think toddlers can be evil, but to be honest, I don't know.”

“She’s not evil, Roxie, she’s two,” he replied, looking at her. “She’s just a little girl, behavior can be corrected.”

“I don't know, didn't you see the Omen?” She shrugged. “I love your sisters children, I just hope ours are...normal.”

“They’re normal,” Rafael argued softly. “Maybe she just needs a little extra attention, but it doesn’t make her abnormal.”

Roxie shrugged, seemingly unconvinced. “I know you love them,” she whispered softly and cupped his cheek. “I love them too.” She kissed his jaw and yawned. “Let's just focus on holding me.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes softly and tightening his hold.

You stroked your daughters hair and smiled when you heard a knock at the door. “Oh I bet that's your tio with your cousins.” You moved to the door opening it and smiling. “Hey you.” You gave each other kids a hug then OJ. “Thank you for coming over to play with her.”

Fiona hurried over and extended her arms expectantly. “Up.”

“Yeah, no problem,” OJ replied, picking Fiona up. “How’s Eddie doing? You guys been to see him yet?”

“We saw him when he first went in, he's actually not allowed visitors for the first week. He said he'd call later though.”

Fiona tugged lightly on OJ’s ears and giggled.

“Guys, your cousin is upstairs, si?” You ruffled Tres’ hair as he and his siblings moved up to Lily's room.

“Bueno, that’s good. Y NJ, donde esta?” OJ asked.

“Upstairs with Nevada and Lily. They're playing with dolls,” you smiled softly. “He'll be down whenever Lily lets him sit up. She hasn't left his lap all day.” You wrung your hands and looked to Fiona, watching her very cautiously with OJ.

She smiled and laughed like a normal little girl with him. Why the hell didn't she like you? Or your brother? Or your son?

You furrowed your brows as she rubbed her face on the spike texture of shaved head, the soft stubble that was growing back tickled her face and made her laugh.

“What about this one, heard she turned into Hannibal Lecter last night,” he replied, gently bouncing Fiona on his hip as he smirked at her.

“It's not funny,” you said with a worried look. “She bit me hard. She punched my brother and she takes any chance she can get to torture her brother.” You looked at her seriously. “None of that is okay.”

Fiona ignored her mothers comments, bouncing on OJ’s hip and wiggling. “Toe, up!”

“You are up, locita,” he replied, tickling her. “She’s fine, I once pushed Omar off a slide, back first into a pile of red ants,” he mused, looking back at you. “I didn’t know the ants were there, pero he was fine. A little red for a while but fine.”

You frowned and looked at her.

Fiona frowned back. “Mama not like Fi,” she said the words to OJ like you weren't even there and suddenly you felt so guilty.

“Oh baby that's not true. I love you so much. So, so much. Mommy is just worried.”

“She’s fine, mira I turned out pretty good,” he replied as Nevada came downstairs.

Fiona stayed close to OJ, snuggling him.

You frowned at OJ. “Are you actually using yourself as an example here?” You loved your brother in law but he scared you as much as any criminal. He was a psychopath when he wanted to be.

“What’s wrong with me?” OJ replied.

“You want a list, pendejo?” Nevada chortled, taking Fiona from him and kissing her cheeks, smiling when she giggled.

She hugged Nevada and stroked her fingers over his beard, yawning and holding her arms out to you. “Tired,” she mumbled. “Mami read story?”

You looked stunned by her request but picked her up and smiled. “I’d love to.” You carried her upstairs to get NJ ready for bed as well while OJ looked to Nevada.

“She okay? Coño, ya know worrying that much causes frown wrinkles or some shit. That's what Melissa says. She doesn't wanna end up looking like a crumpled paper bag.”

“She thinks Fiona should be evaluated,” Nevada replied with a shrug. “I told her fine, if she wants pero I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her. She’s just an asshole sometimes.”

OJ shrugged. “My kids are assholes too.” He looked around and tugged out a wad of cash. “Julien at the massage place told me this is the third time he's a little light. We think it's one of the workers. You want me to blaze the place just to cover our bases. Collect on insurance?”

“Did you check the cameras?” Nevada asked, taking out the cash and pocketing it.

He nodded. “Can't see anything. Everyone in that fucking place is shady.”

“Fuck it then. Torch it, they don’t bring in that much anyway. Take Omar with you,” Nevada answered.

OJ smirked. “Merry Fucking Christmas to me then.”

“Mhm,” Nevada hummed, smirking back.

You came back down, settling yourself at Nevada's side and kissing his neck softly before your eyes turned to OJ. “Next time bring Melissa, I miss her.”

“Yeah, she needed a day of quiet in the house or she would’ve come with me,” OJ replied. “Bueno, I’m gonna go take care of that thing,” he said, looking at Nevada, who nodded. “I’ll come get them in like two hours.”

“Esta bien. We’ll be here,” Nevada answered.

Once OJ was gone, you nuzzled against your husband. “What do you want for dinner, mi amor?”

“Food,” he teased.

“Oh? As opposed to what? Pussy?” You snorted a laugh.

“I’m not against pussy,” he answered seriously.

You smirked and tugged him close to you, pressing your lips to his. “Mmmmm, yeah papi?”

“Oye, calm down, the kids are right upstairs, a whole fuck load of them,” he replied.

“Que pasa? I'm not doing anything.” You poked at his chest and leaned in, letting your tongue run over his bottom lip.

“Bullshit,” he replied with a smirk, getting up when the phone rang and picking it up. “Hello?”

“Tio?”

“Hey bro, what’s going on?”

“Mr. Ramirez, this is Dr. Chaffin, I’ve been working with Eddie for the last week.”

Putting the phone on speaker, he moved back to where you sat on the couch.

“Uhuh.”

“We’ve been working on trying to figure out why Eddie has been feeling depressed, and having mood swings.,” the doctor continued.

“You mean it isn't the constant sexual abuse for a full year? That'll fuck up anyone,” you said with a frown.

The doctor paused a moment. “Well, that certainly didn’t help, but Eddie’s feelings seem to go back a little further. The abuse was the catalyst to his mental break, but we’ve been trying to identify the root cause. After a series of sessions together, I’ve diagnosed him with antisocial personality disorder.”

You laughed. “I'm sorry, what? My baby is not antisocial. Like Ted Bundy? No. My toddler, maybe. But not my son.”

“Ted Bundy was a low functioning sociopath, whereas Eddie falls a little higher on the spectrum. Our goal is to get him into the moderately high functioning side of the spectrum. It’s not uncommon for sociopaths to be on the low side when they go untreated, but with him being still so young and with regular therapy, he could function just as well as any other human being,” the doctor answered.

Your face fell. “He's a sociopath…” You whispered the words. “How functioning is high functioning? Does he….feel emotions? Does he feel love?”

Was he lying about loving you. Was this what Nevada's genes brought to the table? Eddie was his nephew and Fiona his daughter.

“He does feel emotions, he just feels them differently than the way other people do. I can further explain everything once you’re able to come and see him. For now, Eddie wanted to talk to you, and today seemed like a good day to do so.”

“Okay…” you waited for Eddie to come on the phone. By now you were clutching so tight to Nevada's hand you were shocked he wasn't complaining.

“Tia?”

“H-hi baby, I miss you so much,” you whispered.

“I miss you guys too. I just wanted to tell you that I’m doing okay. Dr. Chaffin’s really been helping me, I’m starting to actually feel better...like myself again,” he replied.

“That’s good, mijo, that’s real good,” Nevada replied.

“When are you guys gonna be able to come?”

“We'll be there tomorrow,” you kept your voice even. “Do you want us to bring you anything? Comics? Books?” You were forcing back concern about your son. He was still your son. Part of you screamed to lock him away and never give back the key but the real side of you knew that wasn't the solution. The real side knew that was your baby, with or without a scary diagnosis.

“Yeah, can you bring me that law book tio Rafi got me for graduation? It should be in my luggage in the downstairs room,” he replied.

“Sure thing sweetheart, we'll be there tomorrow, I love you.” You sighed softly. “I'll see you in the morning baby.”

“Love you guys too,” he replied.

When you ended the call, you pursed your lips, sitting in silence.

“Bueno, at least he’s okay,” Nevada mused, setting the phone on the coffee table. “He does sound better.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled and stood up. “I'm gonna get to bed early.” You moved to the staircase and up to the bedroom.

“What the hell? What’s the matter? It’s fucking noon, what do you mean, get to bed early?” he asked with furrowed brows as he followed you.

“I just wanna lay down.” You sighed and laid back on the bed, covering your hands with your face.

“What’s wrong? Why are you all distraught?”

You sighed, “Jesus I'm not distraught. I'm fucking stressed. Our kid is a sociopath, Nevada.”

“So?” he asked, making a face. “He’s getting help, the doctor said he can be high functioning. What’s the problem? You’re acting like he fucking killed somebody.”

“You don't think this family has enough sociopaths already?” You snort a laugh and point to him. “Get snipped. Never again. I’m not gonna bring the next generation of serial killers into this world.”

He looked at you for a minute, then turned and walked out of the room without another word.

You knew it wasn't Nevada's fault. Your head knew it. But you couldn't get the rest of you to listen to it. You sniffled and grabbed your phone, dialing Rafael. You wanted your brother. The two of you had started growing closer again and you needed to talk to someone.

“Barba.”

“Rafi,” you whispered through your tears. “The doctor called back for Eddie.”

“What did he say?” he asked. “I take it not something good.”

“Eddie has antisocial personality disorder...h-he's a sociopath and what if Fiona is too and what if it's Nevada's DNA and I've ruined all these kids because I was too selfish to leave him when he told me what he did for a living.” You were in a mess of sobs.

Rafael didn’t know what to say to that, opening his mouth and closing it again before he sighed.

“Well, what did the doctor say?” he asked.

“They said he will be able to live a pretty normal life with therapy and help. Rafael you put sociopaths away for a living. You know that they…” you tried to calm yourself. “I said such horrible things to Nevada just now. But…it's my fault. I should have….I don't know what I should have done. I don't know.”

“Well, look thinking about what you should’ve done won't help anything now,” he said softly. “If the doctor believes he can live a normal life, then maybe not every sociopath is dangerous or a criminal,” he offered.

“How can we know? Don't sociopaths feel nothing? He shot Nevada, he's always had a temper...I thought it was just a temper…”

“Y/N, calm down. You’re gonna drive yourself crazy. You’re not a doctor, okay? Regardless, he’s still your family,” Rafael replied.

“Of course, he's still my family,” you whispered. “But I'm scared Rafi.”

“It’s scary to think about, but...I would just wait and see what the doctor says,” he said. “Are you gonna go see him?”

“Of course I am, he's still my little boy,” you said softly. “He will always be my son, no matter what.”

“Okay, well...maybe then you’ll get some answers from his doctor. Until then, don’t drive yourself crazy with what ifs, okay?” he replied softly as his fingers absently drew lazy circles over Roxie’s shoulder.

“Thank you for listening to me, I love you,” you said softly. “Shouldn't you be at work? I kinda figured I'd get your voicemail…”

“I don’t work every Saturday, you know,” he replied with a smirk. “I’m married now, I gotta spend time with my wife when I can.”

You smiled and laughed a bit. “Well then I'll stop interrupting your spousal bonding, I'll talk to you later. Are we still having brunch tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry, okay? Love you.”

“You too.” You ended the call and moved to cook lunch for the kids. You waited for Nevada to come and talk, feeling guilty for how you'd behaved. It wasn't his fault.

Rafael tossed his phone beside him on the bed, turning his head to look down at Roxie and nudging her awake.

“Mi amor, are you hungry? Want me to go pick up some lunch?” he asked softly.

She grumbled, “Do not wake me on my day off, Rafael Barba.”

He smirked softly, kissing her forehead before carefully slipped from under her.

“I’m gonna order some Chinese,” he whispered, making sure to pull the blanket tighter over her to keep her warm.

She whined. “No, no, come back to bed, you can't leave me alone.”

“Honey, I’m hungry. I’ll come right back,” he replied, furrowing his brows.

She released him with a dramatic flop back onto the bed and yawned. “Hurry back.”

“Since when did you get so clingy?” he teased, getting up and going into the bathroom to relieve his bladder.

She covered herself in the blanket, yawning and quickly falling back asleep.

When he came out of the bathroom, he went into the living room, picking up his phone on the way out, and moving to the couch.

“Izzy, you hungry?” he called out.

“Um, I could eat,” she poked her head out of the guest room with a smile. “Whatcha eating?”

“Well, I was gonna get Chinese, but now I’m thinking healthier. What about that new place down the street? I’ve heard it’s really good. I think it’s Greek,” he suggested.

She smiled excitedly and nodded. “Sure!” She moved out of the guest room in one of her old Vegas sweatshirts. Izzy had a collection of them, all men's sizes.

“Okay, let me look up their menu,” he said, patting the space next to him.

She sat down beside him, snuggling up like a girlfriend would. She was getting better about boundaries, but not quite there yet.

“Okay, what is in the air that I don’t know about?” he asked, looking down at her.

“What?” she asked, snuggling closer.

“We talked about this; boundaries, remember? What behavior is and isn’t appropriate with your brother,” he reminded her gently.

“I can't even lay on you “ she whined. “This suuucks.” She moved off of him with a pout. “I lay on everyone, Rafi.”

“Izzy, the way you were just cuddled up to me was almost the way Roxie would cuddle up to me,” he replies carefully. “You don’t see that?”

“No...but okay,” she mumbled and shifted awkwardly.

“You know I love you. I just want you to know what a healthy relationship is,” he replied.

“I thought it was healthy…” she mumbled sadly. “Is it so wrong that I want to be affectionate with you? I didn't have you for sixteen years.””

“I know, and no there isn’t anything wrong with wanting to be affectionate. You just have to be aware of boundaries like we talked about,” he answered softly.

She nodded, head bowed like a kick puppy.

“Come on, don’t be sad,” he said, putting his arm around her neck and hugging her head to his own. Placing a kiss on the side of her head, he kept looking at the menu for the Greek place, showing it to her on his phone. “What looks good?”

She smiled a bit and nuzzled against him. “Falafel? Or maybe just a salad.”

“I’ll tell them both, you can put whatever you don’t eat in the fridge. Should probably get something for Roxie too,” he replied, looking over the menu for himself.

“Salad is good for you, she can have that.” Izzy looked down as her phone buzzed and pinched the bridge of her nose just like her brother does.

“You okay?” he asked, noting her body language.

“Yeah, it’s my lawyer,” she mumbled.

“I know who Rita is, you know,” Rafael mused with a smirk. “What’d she say?”

“The assets have been split and the debt too. We lived a little outside our means but Lila said we could take care of it. Then she had her overdose and she couldn't earn the money to pay stuff back. So we're just a little behind. It'll be fine,” she assured.assured him.

He nodded softly. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he replied. “What about your savings? I mean you’ll have to start over if you use it, but at least you won’t have all that debt hanging over you.”

She just nodded. “I can figure it out. I always do.”

He nodded back. “You’ll tell me right, if you need help?”

She kissed his cheek. “We both know I want to do this on my own.”

“I know that, but there’s nothing wrong with needing a little help every once in awhile. That’s what big brothers are for,” he answered.

“Advice on dating and teaching me how to do my taxes. Not pulling me out of my failed-marriage-debt. You can't save me from this one, Rafi.” She hugged him tight. “It isn't too bad, I just have to tighten my belt for a while.”

“Okay, fair enough,” he replied, calling up the restaurant and placing their order. “Food should be here in twenty minutes.”

She grinned and nodded. “So like...how do I sit next to you if I can't cuddle you?”

“You’re sitting next to me right now,” he replied, shrugging.

“It's weird we're so far apart it's like we're strangers.” She shrugged. “You always make me think I grew up as an alien...it's confusing.”

“You’re right next to me, Izzy,” he replied. “And it’s not that you grew up as an alien, it’s that you didn’t have anyone there to teach you things like boundaries.”

“My mom taught me not to have sex on a first date if he has money.” She smiled fondly at the memory then frowned. “I miss her everyday. I know you don't think much of her but she was doing the best she could.”

“I never said I didn’t think much of her, I know she did the best she could,” Rafael replied. It was just that the best she could hadn’t been enough, though he would never say as much to Izzy. “Look, where it counts, you’re a great kid. You have a good heart, you’re loyal, kind-- those qualities are hard to find these days.”

She smiled. “My mom would have loved you. She totally would have tried to fuck you for sure. But she would have really liked you.”

He arched a brow, nodding once slowly. “I’m sure I would’ve liked her too,” he replied, deciding to ignore her other comment.

She hugged her knees up to her chest. “Next week will have been almost nine years she's been gone.”

“We should do something special for her,” he said softly.

She smiled, looking hopefully at her big brother. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, of course I mean it. We’ll think of something, maybe light a candle for her, go see her,” he answered as Roxie came out of the bedroom. “Well, well, well, look who’s finally out of bed,” he teased.

Roxie grumbled and nodded, eyes half lidded and sleepy as she moved to make coffee. She had just flicked the switch when Rafael came up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and nuzzling his nose in her hair.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked softly. “You’ve been sleeping a lot these last couple days. Just tired?”

“Work is just a bit taxing at the moment,” she explained and kissed him softly. “I hope you're doing well love.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, gently massaging her shoulders. “I ordered you a salad.”

“Thank you,” she turned and kissed him again, turning and eyeing Izzy. “Not to be rude, Izzy but how long are you staying?”

Izzy looked startled for a second. Roxie wasn't upset Rafael's sister was here but it did limit the times and locations they could have sex in their own home and it had her slightly perturbed.

“U-um, I can be out tonight…”

“No you don't have to rush out I just wanted to know when you planned on moving back to your apartment.”

Izzy bit her lip and rocked back on her heels.

“Roxie,” Rafael mumbled softly, furrowing his brows before he looked at Izzy. “Iz, can you give us a minute?”

“Y-yeah, sure.”

He waited until she was back in the guestroom before he looked back at his wife. “What was that about?” he asked softly.

“I'm not trying to be rude, Rafael, but you aren't a bachelor anymore...is it so wrong to want us to have a place to ourselves?”

He considered the argument for a moment, shaking his head. “No, it’s not wrong. Look, she already told me she just needs another couple days, and she’s going through a lot with this divorce settlement business. I just want to be here for her,” he said.

“I know she's going through a hard time. I don't want to be your bitch wife. I just...I just want time with you. Alone.”

“So do I, but she’s my sister,” he answered, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s just a couple more days, and then I’m all yours,” he added, kissing her neck. “And you know...we do have a bedroom...and a shower,” he whispered, leaving kisses over her skin.

“I want to have an everything. It's our apartment and I don't want to be a sister wife. A couple more days,” she agreed. “But she can't move in Rafi...she will use you as a crutch till the day she dies if given the-”

Izzy came back out with her backpack. “I'm just gonna head out,” she said softly. Giving Rafael a hug. “I don't wanna cause trouble for you guys.”

Roxie frowned. “Izzy that isn't what I meant, you know I love you.”

“I know you do, I know. I get it, you guys just got married. You don't need a little sister cramping your style.” She moved out the door without another word.

Rafael sighed softly. “Should I go after her?” he asked, more than aware of the old adage--happy wife, happy life.

“Of course you should, oh I feel awful. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. Your sister is so important to you. I love her.” She looked so apologetic and guilty for having spoken up at all.

“I know, honey,” he replied, kissing her softly. “Give me a minute, I’ll be back, okay?” he added, kissing her again before following after Izzy, and sighing a little when he saw her still waiting by the elevator. “Izzy, come on. Don’t go, come back inside.”

“Rafi come on, your wife doesn't want me around. I don't blame her.” She put a hand to his chest. “We can't keep denying this. There will always be something...between us.”

“I really wish you would stop joking like that,” he replied, widening his eyes. “Come on, come back inside. Our food will be here soon.”

She snickered and rolled her eyes. “Nah, I'm gonna bounce. Your wife wants some alone time, I don't blame her. I'll just go back to my place or Y/N’s place for a while. Don't worry so much.” She kissed his cheek with a smile. “I'm okay. She didn't hurt my feelings, I understand where she was coming from.”

He sighed softly, nodding his head. “Okay. Call me if you need me, okay?” he said, beginning to turn around.

“Kay,” she replied, getting onto the elevator as he walked back to he and Roxie’s apartment.

“She’s gonna go to Y/N’s for a while,” he said, coming to stand in front of Roxie. “She’s fine, she knows you didn’t hurt her feelings, she understands.”

Roxie frowned. “Are you sure…? I feel just dreadful, Rafael.” She sighed and poured herself an afternoon glass of scotch, downing it in a few quick glugs.

“Yes, she’s fine. Don’t worry, mi amor. This is your home too, I should’ve talked to you before telling her she could stay,” he replied.

“I'm not against it, I just want you to myself. We just got married…” She rubbed her hands on her temples. “Was I terrible to her? I hope she doesn't hate me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” he replied, pulling her into a hug. “She loves you, and no you weren’t terrible. She understood where you were coming from. Don‘t worry about it.”

She nodded and gave him a long kiss.

[marisheeran-imagines]

Lego House: Day Thirteen - #EdSheeranForAFortnight

A/N: Hi, Sheerios! Sorry for being a bit late today, I got a busy day, but my grandma is here with me and I’m so happy for that!! Thanks for your support, I love you all!

Title: Lego House Chapter Number: 13/15 Chapter Title: Day Thirteen Pairing: Ed Sheeran x Reader Point of View: Ed’s Rating: +15 Word Counter: +2400 Warnings: teenage Ed (16), teenage reader (15), fluffy, careful Ed, sweet Ed, encouraging Ed, rough father

Summary: Ed was caught skipping classes and now he’ll have to spend some time in detention… With the principal’s daughter, while he’s out of the town. What could happen between two teenagers with a “free time” for themselves, practically alone in the school?

var Mariana = prompt("What's your name?","Example: Ana, Taylor, Emma...")

var Mari = prompt("Do you have a nickname? Please, what is it?","Example: Tay, Bella...")

var brown = prompt("What's your eye colour?","Example: blue, dark green, light brown...")

Ed’s POV - Monday

“Ed!” I’m surprised by a small body against mine and arms around my neck as soon as I get into the school. It’s document.write(Mari), my girl! Wow, it’s so good finally to be able to say that!

“Hi, document.write(Mari)! Are you okay?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist and looking into her bright document.write(brown) eyes, they seem happier as I’ve never seen, they’ve just got this special glow, like… Genuine happiness!

“Of course I am! How couldn’t I be after that song?!” document.write(Mari) gives me a huge smile and I feel my cheeks getting hot; I’m happy she’s liked the song, though “I just can’t stop listening to it, thank you so much!” she shows me her aunt’s cell phone.

“You’re welcome! But, hey, why do you have your aunt’s phone with you?” I aks and she giggles. “She gave me it last night. She said I may need to talk to my boyfriend and… Well, that’s it” she shrugs, slightly flushed “Come here with me?” she offers her hand and I take it, following her to the detention room.

“Here, this was the only way I found to thank you!” she opens her backpack and gives me a pot “Open it at the lunch time okay?” she looks at me and I nod, smiling.

“What is it, baby?” I ask, anxious and she blushes at my words. “Well, ‘it’s a surprise’” document.write(Mari) quotes me from last night and I giggle, pulling her into my arms.

“Okay!” I press my lips on hers and she kinds of melts against my body. I slide my tongue into her mouth when she opens it slightly. document.write(Mari) whimpers, putting her hands around my neck as she touches my tongue with hers timidly.

Oh, God, needless to say that I almost had an infarct, right? Oh, and the bell starts ringing too.

Though, I don’t really care as I move my tongue, feeling her taste and how she, even a bit clumsily, can take my breath away with a simple kiss. We stop the kiss to catch some air and document.write(Mariana) still has that bright smile on her face.

“We should go, Teddy!” she whispers, giving me a peck, and I nod, upset, wanting to spend more time with her. “See you at the lunch time?” I aks her and she nods, smiling wider. “Sure!” document.write(Mari) pecks my lips one last time before grabbing her backpack and my arm afterwards, guiding me out of the room.

…

“Hey, girlfriend!!” I greet her as she walks out of her classroom.

“Ed, what are you doing here? Skipping classes?” document.write(Mari) asks surprised when she sees me.

“No!” I giggle “I have a free time now!” I say and she bites her lower lip. “Huh, but I don’t” she tilts her head, like if she’s thinking about a 'solution’.

“Alright!” she whispers, grabbing my hand and walking to an empty corridor. I’ve never been at this part of the school before. “Hey, baby, where are we going?” I ask her and she presses her index finger on my lips, hushing me. “Hold on!” she whispers and we keep walking to a door and suddenly we’re out of the building, next to the teacher’s park car.

“How was that…?” my eyes widen, impressed. “Just one of the exits of the school; not everyone knows it and that hall we used to come here has no cameras, so…”.

“Genius, baby!” I giggle, cupping her face with my hands crashing my lips on hers. document.write(Mari) seems really surprised and I break the kiss, realising how rude I was “Sorry, love, I… I want to take things slow with you and, sorry if I…”.

“It’s okay!” document.write(Mari) gives me a timid smile “It’s just that I still don’t know how to kiss properly and I don’t wanna ruin everything!” she blushes and I shake my head.

“There is no way you’d ruin anything, baby!” I caress her rosy face, “I fucking love kissing you!” I say and her cheeks go redder. I brush my lips on hers, more tenderly this time, taking my time to explore her mouth with my tongue; document.write(Mari) holds my arms, pulling them around her waist and resting her palms on my shoulders as I press her girly shape against my body, feeling her soft boobs against my chest, oh, God, what am I going to do? How can I control myself?

Edward, you’ve just starting dating and document.write(Mariana)’s just had her first kiss! You will control yourself! that little voice, the same one of lately, speaks in my head.

I push her away slightly and she frowns and there’s concern in her eyes “I did something wrong?” document.write(Mari) flushes and I shake my head. “No, you did everything too well to be honest!” I caress her waist and she sighs, seeming a bit relieved “And, you don’t have to be afraid of doing something wrong, because we’ve just started dating!”.

“We’re still finding out our likes and dislikes as a couple, and if what you meant was about kissing, then you should be really proud of yourself, 'cause you’re turning into a great kisser!” I peck her lips and document.write(Mari) giggles. “I hope to be as good as you, someday!”.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m a good kisser?” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs harder. “As if you didn’t know!” she raises a brow, squeezing my shoulder and I laugh too. “No one has ever said that to me!” I wink and she shakes her head, before she presses her lips on mine, licking my lower lip timidly and I open my mouth, ready to let her explore it the way she likes better.

“Hey, look who’s there! Hooking up with the principal’s daughter!” Zak interrupts us, giggling.

document.write(Mari) looks at me, flushed and then smiles shyly at my friend.

“What are you doing here, man?” I ask him and he sighs “Well, I’ve heard a teacher mumbling about you, document.write(Mari), I think he’s looking for you”.

“Oh, no!” (Y/N/N) shakes her head, worried. “Damn it! So sorry that I took you out of your class, baby! Now you’re gonna get in trouble and it’s my fault!” I run my fingers through my hair; why can’t I be a good guy? The boyfriend she needs? One day of dating and I’m already messing everything up!

“It’s alright, Ed, I did it because I wanted! Don’t worry, if no one find me, they can’t punish me, I think we just need to get inside!” she says, holding my hand and we walk through the same corridor. “You’ll just do what? Go to your classroom and pretend you weren’t gone?” Zak asks her.

“I think I should hide!” she whispers as we reach the main corridor. “Here” I push her towards the detention room, trying to open its door “Shit! It’s locked!” I groan, but document.write(Mari) keeps herself calm, grabbing her bunch of keys and opening the door.

We three get into the room “Thanks, mate!” I pat his shoulder and he nods. “I wish the best for my favourite couple!” he smirks at us “I’ll leave you alone, but I’ll stay close in case some teacher appears. Just don’t be too loud!” he wiggles his eyebrows before leaving the room.

document.write(Mari)’s eyes are wide open and her cheeks are flushed as I’ve never seen… Is she thinking about us… Getting intimate the same way Zak insinuated? Something shakes inside me with this possibility, but she seems nervous and I try to soothe her. “He’s just being silly, baby, don’t worry!” I peck her lips.

“Okay!” she smiles timidly. “We don’t have to do anything, okay? As I said, I want to take things slow with you” I rest my hands on her waist, bring her closer to me.

“Why? Is it because I’m inexperient? You think I can’t get along?” document.write(Mari) asks, frowning, her face turning into an upset expression.

“No” I shake my head “That is the very last thing I’d think. It’s just that I don’t wanna rush anything, I want to live every little step of our relationship without running!” I peck her lips once more, while caressing her waist; document.write(Mari) shivers and I smile with her reaction.

When I look at her she’s got her cheeks bright red “See it? No running, just discovering!” I wink at her and she nods, letting out a soft laugh. “Yes, you’re right!” she says before getting on her tip toes and kissing me.

…

“Baby, this is amazing!” I sigh, after I had eaten the second of four muffins document.write(Mariana) cooked for me. They are carrot muffins, and when I asked the reason of the flavour choice, she told me it was because they, being orange, remind her of me, and I just stared at her, mesmerized by her sweetness.

Then, of course, I had to start eating them and they’re freaking delicious!

“Thank you, Ed!” document.write(Mari) smiles at me while she grabs a pot from her backpack “You want some?” she shows me a bunch of strawberries.

“No, love, thank you!” I say, turning my attention to the third muffin and she giggles.

“Hello my favourite couple!” Zak greets us as he sits in front of us “Oh, wow, muffins!” he tries to reach the remaining one, but I snap his hand before he does “Hey! They’re mine!” I groan at him and he laughs at my face.

“You’re so starving, Ed, I can’t even tell you spend the entire day eating!” he mocks me and I give him the finger. “Fuck off, dude, they’re mine!” I stress again and document.write(Mari) caresses my arm. “Let him eat this one, baby, I can cook you some more later!”.

“See it… Oh, you’ve made it? So you hit the jackpot, Ed!” Zak wiggles his brows and I shake my head at his stupidity, well, but he may be right, I’m fucking lucky to have a girl like document.write(Mariana) beside me! “I did, and okay, you can have this one” I gesture for him to take the muffin and he does it without blinking.

“Wow, this is really good, oh my God!” he closes his eyes as he chews the muffin.

“Hey, guys, how are you doing?” Alice waves, sitting beside Zak, being followed by Dan and Cherry.

“We’re good!” I say and she nods, looking at Zak and then frowning “Why does he look like he’s just had an orgasm?” she asks, with a playful disgusting grimace on her face, moving to take a seat beside document.write(Mariana).

“Because I almost had one, right now!” he sighs and then looks at document.write(Mari) who shifts beside me, uncomfortable and flushed. “What the fuck, man?” I groan, irritated, why the hell is he looking at my girl with this stupid gaze?

“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong Teddy, it’s just that her muffin was so delicious, you know! I wish you hadn’t eaten the rest of them!” he smirks and I roll my eyes.

“So document.write(Mari) cooks as well, that’s so nice!” Cherry says, smile and Dan giggles “Bring something for me next time!” he winks at my girl and I shake my head “No, she’s not your cooker, dude!”.

“Stop being a jealous douche, Ed! I bet she wouldn’t mind cooking for us, right? And it’s not like we’re asking for food every day!” Alice sticks her tongue out to me and I roll my eyes again.

“Yes, I think it’s fine, Ed!” document.write(Mari) smiles at me and I sigh “They have a big power of persuasion, don’t they?” I joke and my girl giggles that beautiful way I love and I just can’t help brushing my lips on hers, and oh, they taste like strawberries… Pretty reasonable since she ate a few of them, right? It actually fits her, she’s so sweet and often gets as red as them!

“Oh, wow, so it’s truth!” Alice widens her eyes, giggling at us “When Zak told me I just couldn’t believe you had the guts to tell her, Ed!”.

I feel my cheeks getting red as much as document.write(Mari)’s. Shit, I had just forgotten we are in public; guess this is the effect document.write(Mariana) has on me, distraction from the world so I concentrate myself on her, and only her!

“Leave us alone!” Alice gestures to me, Zak and Dan to leave and I frown “What?” she asks “I need to know how that happened, now if you guys can leave us alone for a few minutes, I’d really appreciate that!”.

“Is it okay to you, document.write(Mari)?” I ask and she nods with a small smile on her lips. “Sure, don’t worry!” she says. I stand up and so do the boys. “Be fast!” I tell Alice and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll take the time I want!”.

I shake my head, before taking my girl’s face in my hands, caressing her cheeks. “See you, baby!” I whisper, before I give a quick kiss. “See you, Teddy!” she whispers back, her eyes closed and a smile playing on her lips.

Then I look at Alice, looking for any trace of hurt of angry in her face; she is my friend, besides being my ex, and I don’t wanna hurt her. She looks rather neutral and nods with her head, letting me know she’s okay.

We smile at each other and I give a peck on document.write(Mari)’s lips before me and my friends definitely leave the table, letting the girls have their talk. I hope they don’t talk too much about me, though, it’d be embarrassing!

“So, two exes and a current girlfriend together and chatting, Ed you are certainly the subject there! You’re so screwed, dude!” Zak smirks, wiggling his brows and I sigh, yes, he’s right, I’m very likely to be the main thing they’ll talk about and somehow this gives me chills…

[johnnythirteenguns]

just seen justice league (this isnt spoiler free at all)

also went to thor: ragnarok for the third time to wash the taste out.

so i went to go see it for miller, momoa, and mera in that order. i was super impressed with mera. i thought they were gonna go the like easy way and give her an Accent like the amazons, but they didnt. even though her cadence was different like idk man i know very little about dc but i picked up a one-shot earlier this year where mera neatly beats the fuck out of the justice league on her own and she’s a semi-jerk who kind of hates surface dwellers and you know what for the thirty seconds we had her onscreen i believed it and she was powerful and felt like a character with backstory and i COMPLETELY didnt hear what aquaman was saying i just heard her side of the conversation

man ben affleck really doesnt wanna be here huh anyway we should recast him at the earliest convenience

also why was batman 90% CGI like fine i get it no one can be a gymnast in a 50 lb rubber suit but like every single one of his moves that required any bending had to have been cgi

speaking of which the cgi isnt like bad in and of itself it’s just typical like it’s the cgi youre used to seeing. it doesnt blend seamlessly into anything and the characters dont blend seamlessly into it. the cornfield looks fake as can fucking be and i dont really know why? what else there was another fucking weird cgi moment. anyway, steppenwolf is ugly as sin and has no emotion and is all one color and is??? generally weird looking

speaking of which. he is not frightening at all. the New Gods isnt something casual dc fans are gonna be familiar with (i am barely familiar with it) and like? apparently, darkseid was supposed to have scenes in this but didnt? anyway go see thor ragnarok which features 1) a horned villain that is legitimately terrifying and powerful, that you fully believe can do the things she does, and who is beautifully designed and 2) features glow-y eyed masses of disposable soldiers that are cool but goofy and dont take themselves too seriously but were still frightening and made for thrilling fights because you believed they could actually pose a threat to the characters they were attacking

the beginning... uh i think like three scenes of the film looked pretty good, but they looked like cutscenes. very GOOD cutscenes, but honestly... if i wanted it to look like this id have played... a video game. like, i want it to look like a real place even if it’s heavily stylized. uh but the first showdown where batman is luring a parademon out looks beautiful if fake as shit. the scene with wondy in the bank (which features a group of girls from an all-girls school... at a bank?) and terrorists wearing cheap pinstripe suits (like, this is fine! it’s nonsensical and stupid but fine it’s a comic book movie) was kind of cool because for once i felt like... maybe diana was a creative person who goes in wit ha strategy? like picking the dude up with the lasso and holding him up was fun i was like oh!!! thats not something a typical movie would do! it was the first time she felt like Wonder Woman to me (ive seen the wondy movie itself, it was... eh). uh and idk what was up with the standing on the scales of justice or whatever idk the hilarity of gal gadot on that statue which sits on top of a bank like. it was funny.

hey question what the uh... fuck was the “what are you” “a believer” line about it made zero sense in context at all

dont quote me on the order of scenes i dont remember fuck all of this movie in order because literally, the pacing was so weird. so... it was very obvious there were parts missing from the movie. not like, cuts made where you could be like oh there was something there or maybe there'll be a deleted scene no like you Knew there was stuff that was necessary that was gone. the football scenes with victor from the trailers were gone!!! i think the movie was trying to set up a really strong friendship with wonder woman and cyborg but it never really went anywhere? and i suspect because it all got cut! and i dont understand why because ray did a really good job and he sold cyborg to me so well i loved his take! 

also... i dont know if theyre saving it for the aquaman movie next year but did Arthur get a bunch of his stuff cut too? because i like jason momoa, and i like his arthur and so im sort of torn because, like, he didnt have much to do. like, he has the bit where he sits on wonder woman’s lasso of thruth and tells them all this stuff but you dont know enough about him for any of it to land? but i really wanted to know more (at some point i did give up on, this was a very passive viewing experience). my friend was saying that like literally why did they try to make arthur so Cool he’s already jason momoa he is by default cool now you can do whatever you want with him we’re all going to love him.

speaking of the lasso scene... was the entire last half of the movie re-writen and re-shot by whedon because like? the lasso scene is a whedon. the bit at the end where wondy goes “children. i work with children” is a whedon (THERE’S NO REASON FOR HER TO SAY THIS? I THINK THIS WHEN SHE HAS TWO TEAM MEMBERS LIKE LAYING ON THE GROUND AFTER NEARLY BEING BLON UP? IT WAS FUCKING WEIRD). i genuinely cant tell if all of barry’s dialogue was written by whedon or if that was ezra improvising but uh... man he’s... he needs to practice if that’s hm. if it’s just whedon i mean fine but he also doesnt have the shitty RDJ quality thats let’s him say those lines with believability.

speaking of which, going to see barry was my priority because apparently im gay for miller rn so like. uh. man he wasnt funny like there were a couple parts where he was cute and the line landed and it was fine but generally he just... wasnt funny? because the movie wasnt funny? like... idk man ezra really acting his heart out and ive said like cool i wanna follow his career and see if he does good stuff and gets even better at his stupid art but maybe he peaked with credence barebone i dont know. the first scene where we meet barry, with the flash pad and the pizza, that was good, that was funny. the bit at the prison was good. he has very soft eyes and thats nice. the panic attack is cute in the clip and the beginning like rhrgrh moment he has is good but then idk the pacing falls apart again

why is his character like this? i just dont think ezra’s... funny enough yet. (tbh i think he takes it too seriously even if he’s trying to be light-hearted man sometimes jokes is just jokes). there’s a bit where theyre digging up superman’s body and it’s JUST HIM AND CYBORG FOR UH? SOME REASON? maybe they explained why they sent the two babies but i didnt hear it and it’s literally just them two. and he tries to fistbump victor but vic is like “no” and tbh barry is annoying? like maybe u think he’s cute and an audience member but he’s uh... you can tell he’s annoying in the story and anyway then the flash says “right, racially charged” ABOUT A FISTBUMP? WHICH? LITERALLY MADE NO SENSE? WAS THIS LINE IMPROVISED? WAS IT WRITTEN? IM GONNA PUT MONEY ON IMPROVISED BECAUSE HE IS EXACTLY THAT KIND OF STUPID BITCH

if they were breaking into the lab why even bother going through the front door? barry drives the thing in (theyre trying to smuggle superman’s body into star labs) disguised a soldier (the literally most unconvincing thing, not to me as an audience member, because it was cute and funny to me,, but that a guy with THAT FACE is military like yeah sure, why did that guard believe him) but then they get to like the normal ass parking inside and the other three are standing there in full costume in full grey DC-brand daylight? are you telling me between 5/6ths of the justice league they couldnt sneak in a fucking pine box when wonder woman can lift a fucking tank on her own? like.

speaking of which uh.... superman is stupidly overpowered. like i said i read an issue of JL where mera hands every one of the justice league members their own gently roasted ass in hand on her fucking own. diana regularly kicks superman in the head. why was she not able to take him down? when theyre fighting steppenwolf for real it’s not until superman shows up that they even have a real fighting chance. they dont fight as team, they dont even fight as people casually unified in a common cause. theyre playing high-stakes legos and cyborg gets pulled away from them like three times?? and it gets fucking annoying? and then supes shows up and literally wipes the floor with him. it is so completely bizarre and stupid.

here’s a problem i still have with wonder woman: why is she so thin? the other amazons (except Hippolyta and maybe one other one) look built as FUCK? LIKE THESE WOMEN COULD EASILY TOSS ME ACROSS THE ROOM. wonder woman has serious fucking arms, where are they

also those amazon bikinis were bad. the whole styling of this movie is bad, but especially the amazons. everything is red and gold, for some reasons? the outfits dont looks heavy like armor, they look heavy like bullshit material. there is no reason for the fucking bikinis. the gold cloak hippolyta wears is??? heavy and looks like? like drapes like window dressing like thats the weight of it. additionally, there is no reason for their hair to be SO STYLED. it’s really like prom night hair it’s like shiny and muss free and always loose and in perfect clearly salon-styled curls. also, why are they so heavily made up? it’s really prominent. wondy herself has the same issue going on, she looks much more heavily made up (why is everyone’s blush so PINK, like it's distracting, is this a side effect of the recoloring process) and her hair isnt loose and doing its thing like in BVS or Wonder Woman it’s like... idk she looks really. Pretty when she’s on the field and it makes no sense.

the amazon fighting style is still ugly and makes no sense ive never seen such a wasteful fighting style it made sense exactly once during Wonder Woman

why is themyscira entirely the ugliest cgi i have ever fucking scene

why does the camera INSIST ON MOVING LIKE THAT. the action is super hard to track, the cgi is ugly as fuck (it really cannot be overstated)... i made it to about... i want to say when theyre on the way to the big fight and then the combined everything gave me a heaache that o had for the rest of the movie

i mentioned earlier that the pacing is weird the transitions are also weird. you get cuts to and from places that never fade into each other, it’s always a hard jump cut but it’s never the right cut to make? like, in thor ragnarok for example, there are a bunch of scene changes that happen via the bifrost, via people going through doors. there are wide shots that jump to wide shots in other places, so youre not suddenly on a close-up. there are a lot of people emerging from something into view, and there are a lof of people being alone in the center of the frame. it’s a very smooth and easy to watch movie. JL is the opposite of this in every way. I SUSPECT. AGAIN. THAT WHILE THIS WOULDNT HAVE BEEN FIXED ENTIRELY. THAT THOSE EXTRA TWENTY MINUTES THAT WERE CUT WERE PROBABLY REALLY IMPORTANT

the lois lane bit where she calms supes down just reminded me of the age of ultron and i quoted “sun’s going down” at my friends who were with me and they shit themselves laughing

ma kent calls lois lane “thirsty” in a Hilarious Teen Humor Gag thanks joss whedon you fucking hack

bruce wayne is fucking useless he could have got barry ANY JOB EVER and like... my god whatever.

also i still dont understand how how voice sounds like that when he’s batmanuh the after after credits scene is setting up, according to my friend, a sinister six movie. deathstroke isnt played by manu bennett so it’s fucking usless thanks for coming to my ted talk

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NAME: Georgia

AGE: 15

TIMEZONE: EST (Eastern Standard Zone)

PRONOUNS: She / Her

ACTIVITY LEVEL: It’s summer, so I’m fairly active each day, but there will be a a week or so in August where I won’t be on. When school does start, I’m usually on after school for a while. 

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CHARACTER: Bexley Corrigan (Nicknames: Bex / Little Bee by her father)

PRONOUNS: She / Her

AGE: 18

FACE CLAIM: Naomi Scott

POWER: Cryokinesis

QUOTE: "You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep on re-reading the last one.”

PERSONALITY:

Bookworm - Bexley grew up loving books and everything having to do with them. She’s always loved the magic that they possess– their power to be able to take you to a different place, ease your worries, and bring out parts of yourself you didn’t even know you had. Some of her happiest memories involve books, and they became a source of comfort in the crazy world she was thrust into.

Big Heart - Bex has always been an animal lover, starting at age six when her parents brought home their first family pet, a particularly wrinkly English bulldog named Chunk, who soon became one of her favorite family members. It doesn’t stop at animals though– Bexley would never do anything to intentionally hurt people, and hates seeing people she cares for in pain. Bex tries to do the most she can to help people in need, from donating her old clothes to volunteering in a soup kitchen. Her main goal is trying to find out a way to use her new powers to protect people and make lives better.

Creative - Bexley writes poetry and short stories in her free time, and has the potential to become an author– if only she’d finish the five books she’s started writing. She has several adult coloring books, and makes friendship bracelets to give to people. She enjoys finding creative solutions to her problems, and she prides herself on being able to look at them in a different light than most.

Indecisive - It’s a problem she’s had her whole life. What do I want for dinner? What shirt should I wear? What flavor of ice cream? She usually asks her mom, but if her mom doesn’t help out (by helping out she means make the decision for her) she moves on the other family members. If that doesn’t work, she makes a pros and cons list. Bex views this as a good thing– this means no snap decisions, which means nothing to feel guilty about. If you have time and want a logical, thought out answer, she’s your girl– just not if you need a decision made in the next few minutes.

Non confrontational - If she’s the only one involved, Bexley prefers to stay silent (and then pretend to argue with the person in front of the mirror when she gets home– and totally wreck them). However, if a family member or someone she cares about is involved, she would go to the ends of the earth to protect and stand up for them.

Withdrawn - Ever since the disappearance of her sister, Bexley has retreated deeper into her shell. She dislikes being around large numbers of people, especially ones she doesn’t know, and would much rather be at home in her room with the company of Ivy or an especially good book. While Bex does attend parties, football games and other stereotypical high school outings, she does so at the insistence of Ivy and doesn’t really enjoy herself there. Bexley values alone time and needs some set aside each day, or else she feels overwhelmed and frazzled.

BIOGRAPHY:

Bex had a very good home life. She had two loving parents who would do anything for her, a younger brother, Oliver, whom she adores, and an older sister named Larkin. (Bex was Little Bee, her sister was Little Lark). It was at school when things turned sour. She was a shy and quiet girl with few friends– she preferred books to people. She was a stellar student academics wise, but popularity wise? Not so much. This lack of friends made her turn to Larkin as a source of comfort and advice. It was hard when for Bex when Lark went to college, missing her first day as a high school freshman. Because her sister wasn’t always there for chats, she turned to her diary. She journals every night and has four years worth of notebooks filled up.

Things changed when she entered her junior year. Her beloved sister, only twenty one, left for a party one New Years Eve and never returned. She never turned up, but police never found a body either. (Bexley is quite confident her sister is still alive, somewhere. But where?) There Bex was, her only sister and closest friend gone. Her parents became distant, her mother crying herself to sleep each night and her father ceasing to be his playful self. Bexley sank into depression and stopped attempting her school work, a cause of concern for her teachers. After suggesting to her parents she try to go to a support group, she attended a meeting held by her parish youth group. There she met her first real friend since kindergarten: Ivy Kyles. They sat together the first meeting and have been inseparable ever since. For the first time, Bex found someone she can talk about anything with, one with whom she feels comfortable enough to share her deepest darkest secrets. When she and Ivy told Ivy’s parents they were dating, their response was, "I thought you already were!” Bexley views Ivy as her rock, and someone she would do anything to protect.

Ivy loves superhero movies, and was absolutely thrilled when Bex said they were going to see Wonder Woman as a date. Bex, not a movie lover herself, was happy to excuse herself to leave the chilly theatre and refill the popcorn tub, taking that time to get a water for herself. Grabbing the last one, she took it up to the cashier to find out that it was fairly expensive for a bottle of water. The cashier looked somewhat apologetic. “Sorry, it’s a newer, fancier brand. We only got in four or five– and you got the last one.” Anxious to get back to Ivy, she paid for the overpriced water, albeit begrudgingly. Oddly, the more she drank, the warmer the theatre seemed to get. When she woke up the next day, she felt strange, but shrugged it off as to much popcorn. It was over the next few weeks that she began to notice strange things happening. Ivy had begun to recoil from her touch, saying that her hands were always freezing, even though to Bex they felt perfectly normal. She would pick up a room temperature bottle of water only to find it feeling like it had just come out of the refrigerator a few seconds later. Things were changing, that much was clear; could that expensive bottle of water have anything to do with it?

HEADCANONS:

Awesome 80’s - Bexley loves eighties music and has stacks of her parents’ old CD’s in her room. Her favorite is Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart, but The Proclaimers I’m Gonna Be has a nice ring to it as well. Whenever she’s sad she listens to Cyndi Lauper, Wham! and sometimes Billy Joel. Bex has a soundtrack for every mood.

Brotherly love - Ever since Larkin’s death, Oliver has felt kind of lonely, so Bex always sets aside time to spend with her little brother. Since he’s 9 years younger, activities include playing with Legos, talking about Minecraft (which she still doesn’t completely understand) and watching cartoons. (Teen Titans Go is her personal favorite.) Oliver has dubbed this Bexley Bonding.

Singing in the shower - Bexley hates her singing voice, but there is one place she feels free to belt it out: the shower. She turns the water as hot as she can handle (but the cold has been pretty bearable lately) and sings her heart out. Her choice songs? The soundtrack from Fiddler on the Roof. She went to a production for a field trip in fifth grade with her dad as a chaperone and has been in love ever since. Wicked songs work well in a pinch, and she even tries out Phantom of the Opera sometimes (but only when she’s sure that nobody is in the house.)

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Here’s the link to Bex’s Tumblr: https://themusingsoflittlebee.tumblr.com

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Canon Wincest quotes in SPN:

(Dean, Sam, S1-S15) “Sammy” “Dee” (11.04, 11.12, 14.03)

(Dean & Sam, S1-S15) “Bitch” “Jerk”

(Larry & Lynda, 1.08) “Let me just say, we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.” “Let me just say, that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.”

(Dean, 1.11) “You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—anyway… I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy.”

(John & Sam, 1.22) “Killing this demon comes first, before me, before everything.” “No, sir. Not before everything.”

(Dean & Sam, 2.07) “What do you think, Scully?” “I'm not Scully, you're Scully.” “No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman.”

(Dean, 2.09) “You make a move on him, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

(Sam & Dean, 2.09) “It’s over for me. It doesn’t have to be over for you. You can keep going!” “What if I don’t want to?!“

(Henrikson & Dean, 2.12) “Yeah, I know about Sammy. The Bonnie to your Clyde.” “Yeah, well, that part's true”

(Bobby & Dean, 2.15) “You're bickering like an old married couple.” “No, see married couples can get divorced. Me and him, we're like, uh, Siamese twins.”

(Molly & Sam, 2.16) “Right before, we were having the dumbest fight. It was the only time we ever really argued, when we were stuck in the car.” “Yeah, I know how that goes.” “You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk.”

(Dean & Sam, 2.20) “It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh... you know.” “Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do.”

(Bobby & Dean, 2.22) “Something big is going down, end of the world big.” “Well, then let it end!“

(Dean, 2.22) “I’m gonna take care of you, I’m gonna take care of you, I gotcha. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother?”

(Sam, 2.22) “I mean, you sacrifice everything for me.  Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.”

(Sam & Tamara & Isaac, 3.01) “So, how long you two been married?” “Eight years this past June.” “The family that slays together...” “Right. I'm with you there.”

(Dean, 3.01) “Because I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it.”

(Kyle & Sam, 3.05) “This guy, he... he killed my brothers. How would you feel?” “Can’t imagine anything worse.”

(Dean & Sam, 3.06) “Look at you, sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound.” “Bite me.” “Hey, not if she bites you first.”

(Sam, 3.07) “I just wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. Cause…just cause.”

(Dean, 3.11) “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.”

(Trickster, 3.11) “This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? [...] Dean’s your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too.” 

(Sam & Dean, 3.15) “Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!” “Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy?”

(Dean, 3.16) “Sammy, all I’m saying, is that you’re my weak spot. You are, and I’m yours.”

(Dean, 3.16) “SAM! SAAAAM!!”

(Sam & a crossroads demon, 4.09) “I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want candy! I want to trade places with Dean.” “No.” “Just take me! It's a fair trade!”

(Cara & Sam, 4.14) “Haven't you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in?” “Sounds like you're speaking from experience.” [...] “His name was Karl. We were married. [...] I mean I loved him. Still do I guess but... I don't know. It's like one day I looked up and I was living with a stranger and... you know what I mean, right?” “I guess. Or, I don't know, maybe.”

(Nick, 4.14) “I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him”

(Dean, 5.04) “Because whatever we have between us... love, family, whatever it is...”

(Dean, 5.04) “The point is…maybe we are each others Achilles heel. Maybe they’ll find a way to use us against each other, I don’t know. I just know we’re all we’ve got. More than that. We keep each other human.”

(Hotel manager, 5.09) “And at 4.30 there's the 'Homoerotic Subtext of Supernatural.'”

(Dean & Castiel & Sam, 5.13) “Really? Anna? I don't believe it.” “It’s true.” “So she's gone all Glenn Close, huh? That's awesome.” “Who's Glenn Close?” “No one, just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits.” “So the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?”

(Ash, 5.16) “A few people share. Special cases. Whatnot. […] Aw you know, like, uh, soulmates.“

(Zachariah, 5.18) “You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationality, erotically codependent on each other right?”

(Dean & AU!Sam/Dean & Sam, 2.20 & 5.18) “Why are you doing this?” “Because you’re still my (big) brother.”

(Castiel, 5.18) “I don't have the same faith in you that Sam does.“

(Crowley, 5.20) “My valet hid a tracking device in your car, a magical coin that easily trumps your little bags o' bones. It allows me to hear things, too and, my, the things I've heard.”

(Chuck, 5.22) “This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray – it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents – to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs - really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed.”

Chuck, 5.22) “In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day – sometimes a week, if they were lucky. [...] They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word.”

(Dean, 5.22) “Sam, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you.”

(Sam, 5.22) “It’s okay, Dean, it’s gonna be okay. I got him.”

(Chuck, 5.22) “Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.”

(Chuck, 5.22) “I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point?”

(Dean, 6.01) “So I'm dead? This is Heaven?”

(Sam & Dean, 6.01) “You finally had what you wanted, Dean.” “I wanted my brother. Alive.”

(Lisa, 6.06) “You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I’ve ever seen.“

(Veritas, 6.06) “Mallory to your Mickey.”

(Dean & Sam, 6.15) “Yeah, but here, you got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were 6 months old. You got to admit, being a bazillionare, married to Ruby, the whole package. It's no contest.” “No, you know, you were right. We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man.” “All right, then. Let's get our crazy show back home.”

(Sam & Dean, 6.15) [Sam knocks on the wall.] “Solid. It's real. Nice.” “Yeah. Yeah, real, moldy, termite-eaten home sweet home. Chock full of crap that wants to skin you. Oh, and, uh, we're broke again.” “Yeah. But, hey... at least we're talking.“

(Sam, 6.22) “I was with two guys. One was like a male model type, and the other was an older guy named Bobby.”

(Balthazar, 6.22) “How's Sleeping Beauty? You didn't steal any kisses, I trust?”

(Tortured!Sam & Sam, 6.22) “Why is this so important to you?” “You know me. You know why. I'm not leaving my brother alone out there.”

(Sam & Don & Maggie, Sam & Dean, 7.05) “See? Guys, guys... You're talking. All these years, you... you buried your anger and your disappointment till it tore you apart. All you needed to do was talk.” “He's right. I couldn't kill you. All I ever wanted is you, Mags. I've been crushing on you since forever. You're the woman that I want to never grow old with.” “I could never murder you either, Don. It's crazy... But true.” [...] “Hey, were you, um, were you listening to the Starks tonight?” “Uh, a little, when I wasn't getting slammed into a wall or stung by bees.” “You notice how they, uh, you know, how they... how they opened up, got everything off their chest?” “Yeah. Kudos on selling them that crap.” “It wasn't crap, Dean. It worked.”

(Dean, 7.06) “Sammy. Not Sammy.”

(Leviathan!Sam, 7.06) “You could be anything. You're strong, uninhibited, smart enough, believe it or not, but you're so caught up in being good and taking care of each other.”

(Dean, 8.03) “I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you.”

(Mrs. Holmes, 8.03) “I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge.”

(Michael, 8.04) “Is it just me or are you getting a workplace romance vibe from those two?”

(Kate & Michael & Brian, Dean, 8.04) “I'm pretty sure that FBI agents don't say "awesome" that much. You know? And they definitely don't hunt and kill college kids.” “Did... did they say anything else?” “Dude, they just sat and talked about how they have been apart for a year. You were probably right about that whole office-romance thing.” [...] “Do I really say "awesome" a lot?”

(Sam & Amelia, 8.05) “You have no idea where you're going, either, do you?” “No. Not really.” “And that's because you have no one. I mean, at all, right? I mean, that's why you're... here, in this place.” “I used to... have someone, I mean. But that's over now. It's gone. You know what that's like, don't you?”

(Dean & Sam, 8.10) “What do you want to hear, Sam? That I was wrong? Fine. I was wrong. Okay? But if you’d have just heard me out, if you’d have trusted me, all of this could have been avoided.” “You didn’t want me to trust you. You wanted me to trust Benny, and I can’t do that.” “Right. Okay, well, then, what the hell do we do now?” “That depends. It depends on you. On whether or not you’re done with him.”

(Dean, 8.14) “I want you to get out. I want you to have a life, become a Man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids, and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra... that is my perfect ending.”

(Dean & Sam, 8.14) “Sam, be smart.” “I am smart, and so are you. You’re not a grunt, Dean. You’re a genius. When it comes to lore you’re the best damn hunter I have ever seen, better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. So, please, please believe in me, too.”

(Dean, 8.23) “There is nothing, past or present, that I would put in front of you.”

(Ezekial/Gadreel as Dean, 9.01) “I made you a promise, in that church. You and me. Come whatever.”

(Ezekial/Gadreel as Dean, 9.01) “There ain’t no me, if there ain’t no you.“

(Jody, 9.08) “Come on. You and Dean? That's something special, don't you think?”

(Castiel & Sam, 9.11) “Sam, the trials. You chose not to go through with them for a reason, didn't you? You chose to live rather than to sacrifice yourself. You and Dean, you chose each other.” “Yeah, I did. We did.”

(Alonso, 9.13) “Hey, new guy. Quit flirtin’ with the trainer and keep scoopin’, huh?”

(Dean, 9.23) “I’m proud of us.”

(Sam, 10.02) “I don’t care. Because you’re my brother and I’m here to take you home.”

(Sam, 10.03) “Come back. [...] Come back to me.”

(Dean, 10.03) “What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?”

(Castiel, 10.03) “It’d take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away.”

(Dean & Sam, 10.04) “I never even said thank you, so...” “You don't ever have to say that, not to me.”

(Dean & Marie, 10.05) “Why are they standing so close together?” “Reasons.” “You know they're brothers, right?” “Well, duh but, subtext.” 

(Dean, 10.05) “I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother.”

(Marie as Sam & Sam, 10.05) “The two of us against the world!” “What she said.”

(Heddy & Beverly, 10.06) “I knew those boys were trailer trash the moment they rolled up in that American-made.” “Not to mention homosexuals.” “Homosexual murderers.  Like Leopold and Loeb.”

(Sam, 10.12) “Look, man… do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course. Absolutely, I do, but… I wanted you back.”

(Sam, 10.18) “This is my life. I love it. But I can't do it without my brother. I don't want to do it without my brother. And if he's gone, then I don't...”

(Sam, 10.18) “If there’s a cure, we’ll do it and deal with the consequences later. I can’t lose you.”

(Sam, 10.23) “You will never, ever hear me say that you—the real you—is anything but good.”

(Dean, 10.23) “Close your eyes. [A tear runs down Sam’s face as he continues to look up at Dean.] Sammy, close your eyes.”

(Sam, 10.23) “Take these. And one day, when you find your way back. Let these be your guide. And they can help you remember what it was to be good. What it was to love.”

(Sam & Dean, 11.01) “I unleashed a force on this world that could destroy it, to save you.” “And I told you not to.” “And I'd do it again.  In a second, I would do it again.”

(Sam, 11.04) “Dee, it’s late, I’m exhausted.”

(Sam, 11.04) “We are home.“

(Lucifer & Sam, 11.10) “No wait, here’s my personal favorite, is you doing every stupid thing you could to cure the Mark, even after you knew it would go bad.” “My brother was dying!” “Yes! And you’d do anything to save him. And he’d do anything to save you. And that is the problem. [...] you’re so overcome by guilt that you can’t stand to lose Dean again and he could never lose you, and so instead of choosing the world you choose each other, no matter how many innocent people die.”

(Dean, 11.11) “All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.“

(Sam, 11.12)

“Dee, listen...”

(Sam, 11.16) “The nest messes with their victim's head, shows them things they love, parts of their soul in distress.”

(Sam & Dean, 11.16) “You said the soul eater made you see things, plural. So, what else did you see?” “I saw you, dead on the floor.” “How messed up are our lives, that you seeing a vision of dead-me is actually kind of comforting?”

(Dean, 11.17) “Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead.”

(Michelle, 11.17) “I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.”

(Dean & Cesar, 11.19) “You guys fight just like brothers. Almost as bad as us.” “Well, it's more like an old married couple.”

(Dean, 11.20) “I’m not leaving you, ever!”

(Dean & Sam, 11.23) “C’mon, you know the drill. No chick flick moments, c’mon.” “Yeah, you love chick flicks.” “Yeah, you’re right I do, come here.”

(Dean, 11.23) “I need him, he needs me.“

(Dean, 12.01) “Listen, bitch. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you want. You have my brother. [...] Now, I'm gonna give you one chance, just one, to hand Sam back. [...] You think you can run from me? Try it. Because when I find you, and I will find you, if he is not in one piece, I will take you apart. You understand me? [Lady Toni hangs up, Dean snaps Gregory’s cellphone in half.]”

(Mary & Dean, 12.02) “Sam had a chance to get out, and he came back?” “When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around and something became very clear. The only thing we had in this world, the only thing aside from this car, was each other.”

(Dean & Sam, 12.06) “He’s more of a, uh… animated Japanese erotica chick.” “Don’t tell her that!” “Tell her what?” “It’s Jody, man.” “Dude, be proud of your hobbies. It makes you who you are.”

(Dean & Billie, 12.06) [Dean is pounding on the door, trying to get in.] “Sam. Sammy! Hey!” “You can huff and puff, but that house is on supernatural lockdown. They can’t even hear you.” “Hunters are dying in there.” “Everyone dies.” “You got in there. You got in there to reap that soul. You can get me in.” “But it’s a one-way ticket. And you’re gonna owe me one.” [The door glows and Dean tumbles through it and rolls into the room.] “Where’s my brother?!”

(Dean, 12.07) “We're the brothers that rock together.”

(Dean, 12.09) “Being locked in that cell, with nothing? I’ve been to hell, this was worse.”

(Sam & Dean, 12.11) ”Dean, do you remember HBO?” ”Uh...” ”Cinemax?” ”Skinemax?” ”Great, alright, come here. We’re just gonna sit you right here.” “Is this like, live Skinemax?”

(Dean, 12.11) [Sam screams in pain.] “S-Sam?”

(Sam & Dean, 12.11) “I can’t believe you rode Larry.” “Hey, I was awesome on that bull. I was like a God.”

(Sam & Dean, 12.11) “Just, you know, some of the things we've done, we've had this weight for- forever. And seeing it gone, you looked happy.“ “Look, was it nice to drop our baggage? Yeah, maybe. Hell, probably. But it wasn't just the crap that got lost, I mean it was everything. It was us. It was what we do, you know? All of it. So... that's what being happy looks like? I think I'll pass.“

(Dean, 12.14) “Sammy? Lucy?!”

(Sam & Dean, 12.15) “Dude, why don’t you take a shower and change your clothes, you’ve been wearing the same pair of boxers for four days.” “Okay, one, weird that you know how much underwear I’ve packed...” “That’s what’s weird about this?”

(Dean & Sam, 12.15) “Alright, let’s get to it then.” “Yeah, that’s fine, um... after you get cleaned up.” “I got baby wipes in the car.” “Dude! Dean, I’m serious man. You smell like roadkill.” “That’s ‘cause I do all the heavy lifting. ... Alright, but I’m using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me.”

(Gwen, Sam & Dean, 12.15) “Why couldn’t I just tell him the truth? I didn’t, I lied. I lied to make things easier.” [...] “Either way, I shouldn’t have lied to you and I’m sorry, man, I” “Well, okay.”

(Sam & Dean, 12.15) “Every job we’ve worked in the last two weeks, they’ve all come from the British Men of Letters.” “Really.” “Yeah, I didn’t tell you because I know how much you hate them.” “No, we hate them. Us. Together.”

(Mick & Sam & Dean, 12.16) “Kendrick’s is the largest collection of occult lore in the world.” “Cool.” [Dean gives ultimate bitchface.]

(Mick & Sam, 12.16) “Booked us all suites.” “Wait, you... we’re in separate rooms?”

(Dean, 12.16) “Yeah. Sam’s best friend. They’re like nerd soulmates.”

(Sam & Dean, 12.22) “Is this how you pictured it? The end?” “You know it's not. I always thought we'd go out like Butch and Sundance style. Blaze of glory.”

(Dean & Sam, 12.22) “You come back.” “Promise.” “Bitch.” “Jerk.”

(Sandy & Dean, 13.17) “What are you doing?” “They took my brother. I’m gonna get him back.” [Dean continues to make chemical bombs.]

(Dean & Sam, 13.19) “WHERE THE HELL IS MY BROTHER?!” [Dean enters the room where Sam is being held.] “SAM!” “DEAN!”

(Dean & Sam, 13.20) “I don’t care what happens to me, I never really have, but I do care what happens to my brother.” “Dean, we're going to that place, and we're gonna save Jack and Mom. Together. And if something happens, we will deal with it together. And if we die? We'll do that together, too.”

(Dean to Sam, 13.22) “I thought I’d lost you, man.”

(Dean to Sam, 13.22) “We’ve lost friends, we’ve lost family, we’ve lost each other.“

(Dean, 13.23) “Sammy!” [Lucifer disappears with Sam and Jack.] “SAMMY!”

(Castiel & Dean, 13.23) “Dean, you can’t.” “Lucifer has Sam!”

(Anael & Michael!Dean, 14.01) “Why would he say yes to you?” “Love.”

(Sam, 14.01) “If it meant finding Dean, I’d... I’d do anything.” 

(Dean, 14.02) “Sammy... It’s me...”

(Dean & Sam, Jody, 14.03) “It’s just every time I think about it, it’s like a nightmare. I mean, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, it’s just always there... watching.” “Dee, it’s just a beard. I’ve been a little busy lately.” “Well, that’s not an excuse ‘cause Duck Dynasty called and they want it all back.” “Some people say I look good.“ “No. No Sam. No people say that.“ [...] “Hey, I like it!” [Sam is smug, Dean is exasperated.]

(Dean & Spencer & Sam, 14.03) “Yeah, not Michael anymore.” “Right, Chief told us. Welcome back.” “Chief?” “Yeah, I asked them not to call me that.” [Dean is exasperated.]

(Jody to Sam, 14.03) “First love strikes quick, and to lose it like that… Wow, you two are having a time of it.“

(Sam to Dean, 14.03) “For me, you were gone, for weeks. I didn’t know if you were alive… I just need you to talk to me, slow down so I can catch up.”

(Dean & Sam, 14.04) “Oh wow.” “What?” [Dean gestures to his jaw.] “Oh. Yes, I shaved.” “I mean, it’s so smooth. It’s like a... dolphin’s belly.”

(Dean & Sam, Samantha, 14.04) “Soft, delicate features, luxurious hair, she’s like your wonder twin.” “What? What are you talking about?” [Sam and Samantha simultaneously push their hair behind their ears.]

(Stuart & Dean & Sam, 14.04) “I broke it off before we could MIRL.” “Merle?” “M.I.R.L Meet in real life.” “Why do you know what that means?”

(Dean to Sam, 14.04) “Thanks, man. You, uh... You got me out here 'cause you needed to get me out my funk and get me a win, and you did. So... thanks.”

(Sam & Dean, 14.04) “Hey Dean, when we get back to the bunker, man, you gotta stop hiding out in your room.” “I’m not hiding out.” “And I get why you’re doing it, I do. What happened with Michael... you said yes for me. For Jack, for your family. You did the right thing. And what happened after [...] I don’t blame you, no one blames you, but you gotta try to stop blaming yourself. Please.” “I’m never going to get over it, okay? I’m just not. But you’re right. [...] Whatever you need, I’m there.”

(Dean to Sam, 14.04) “Alright, Chief?”

(Dean & Sam, 14.04) “Next year we're doing Halloween right, okay? I'm thinking matching outfits. Batman and Robin.” “No.” “Bert and Ernie.” “No.” “Yeah, that’s weird.” “Yes.” “Uh, Rocky and Bullwinkle.” “Dean.” “Shaggy and Scooby!” “Why would we...” “Turner and Hooch.” “Ugh.” “Ren and Stimpy.” “Come on now...” “Thelma and Louise!” “Thelma and...” “ We just put it in drive and go.”

(Dean to AU!Bobby, Dean to Sam, 14.05) “He’s doing his best. He’s doing better than his best.” “Well, she learned from the best.”

(Jack to Dean, Charlie to Sam, 14.06) “Sam wanted someone around when you came back. He’s worried about you.” “He’ll be fine. Your brother, I mean.”

(Dean to Jack, 14.06) “Sam won’t like it.” [aka mom] “Remind me to give you the talk later.” [aka dad]

(Dean to Kaia, 14.09) “I need that spear to save Sam so, if you’re not going to give it to me, kill me.”

(Michael!Dean to Sam, 14.09) “Dean was... resisting me. He was too attached to you.”

(Sam & Dean, 14.11) “You were gonna leave, and you weren’t even gonna tell me. Me!” “You're the last person I could tell, the last person I could be around, cause you're the only one who coulda talked me out of it!”

(Sam & Dean, 14.11) “But there has to be another way...” “There’s not, okay? Sam, you’ve tried [...] and I love you for trying.”

(Chuck to Sam & Dean, 15.19) “Hey, guys. Enjoying a little alone time?“

(Sam & Dean to Chuck, 15.19) “We'll give you what you want.” “The whole Cain and Abel thing, us dead, whatever. I'll kill Sam, Sam will kill me, we'll kill each other. Okay? You pick. But, first, you got to put everything back the way it was. The people, the birds. Cass.”

(Sam & Dean, 15.19) “You know, with Chuck not writing our story anymore, we get to write our own. You know, just you and me going wherever the story takes us. Just us.” “Finally free.” [Sam and Dean drive off into the sunset together on a road trip.]

(Sam & Dean, 15.20) [Ordinary Life by Van Morrison plays over domestic montage in the bunker.]

(Sam & Dean, 15.20) “You got anything?” “I got something.” [Dean takes Sam to a pie festival.]

(Sam to Dean, 15.20) [Sam smashes a slice of cream pie in Dean’s face.] “I have wanted to do that for a very long time.” [Dean scrapes the cream off his face with his fork and eats it.] “You’re right, I do feel better.”

(QOTD board, 15.20, Barn Scene, The Night We Met by Lord Huron)

(Sam & Dean, 15.20) “I'll call for help. I'll get the first aid kit.“ “Sam, Sam! Sam... stay with me. Can you stay with me, please?” “Okay. Yeah.” “Okay. Alright. Listen to me, you get those boys and you get them someplace safe, alright?” “We [motioning to both of them] are gonna get them somewhere safe.” “No. You knew it was always gonna end like this for me, it was supposed to end like this, right? I mean, look at us, saving people, hunting things... it's what we do.” “No, no. Stop, okay? Just... just stop.” “It’s okay, it’s good. We had one hell of a ride, man.” “I will find a way, okay? I... I will find another way.” “No, man. No. No, no, no, no. No bringing me back, okay? You know... you know that always ends bad.” “Dean...” “Okay.” “Please...” “I'm fading pretty quick, so... there's a few things that I need you to hear. Come here.” [Sam moves close and Dean puts his hand on the side of his neck.] “Let me look at you. Yeah, there he is. I'm so proud of you, Sam.” [Dean’s hand on Sam’s shoulder, Sam holding onto Dean’s wrist.] “You know that? I've always looked up to you. Man, when we were kids, you were so damn smar... smart. You never... you never took any of dad's crap. I never knew how you did that. And you're stronger than me. You always have been. Hey, did I ever tell you... did I ever tell you that night that, uh... that I ca... that I came for you when you were at school? You know, when dad hadn't come back from his hunting trip?” “Yeah, um.. uh, the woman in white.” “The woman in white, that’s right. I must have stood outside your dorm for hours... because I didn't... I didn't know what... what you would say. I thought you'd tell me to... to get lost or get dead. And I don't know what I would've done... if I didn't have you. 'Cause I was so scared. I was scared, 'cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It's always been you... and me.” [Sam is crying.] “Then don't leave me. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone.” “Yes, you can.” “Well, I don’t want to.” “Hey, I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you... right here.” [Dean is crying, he places his fist over Sam’s heart.] “Right here... every day. Every day you're out there and you’re li... and you're living and you're fighting, 'cause you...you always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there every step. I love you so much, my baby brother. Oh, man. Well, I did not think this would be the day. But it is. It is, and that's... that's okay. I need you to... I need you to promise me. I need you to... to tell me... that it's okay. I need you to tell me that it's okay.” [Sam looks away, shaking his head.] “No.” “Look at me. Look at me. I need... I need you to tell me that it's okay. I need you to tell me... tell me it's okay.” [Sam places his hand over Dean’s on Dean’s chest.] “Dean… it's okay. You can go now.” “Goodbye, Sam. Goodbye.” [Dean closes his eyes, a single tear falling down his face, his head falls onto Sam’s shoulder, Sam holds onto Dean and starts crying hard and brokenly.]

(Sam & Miracle, 15.20) [Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits plays over montage of Dean’s funeral and Sam grieving in the bunker.]

(Sam, 15.20) [Sam wears Dean’s hoodie and watch and takes Dean’s duffle when he leaves the bunker.]

(Dean & Bobby, 15.20) [Dean arrives outside the Roadhouse, Bobby sitting on the porch.] ”What memory is this?” ”It ain’t, ya idgit. [...] That kid of yours, before he went wherever, made some changes here, [...] he set some things right. Tore down all the walls up here. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies anymore, it's what it always should have been, everyone happy, everyone together. [...] Your mom and dad, they got a place over yonder. It ain't just Heaven, Dean, it's the Heaven you deserve, and we've been waiting for you.”

(Dean & Bobby, 15.20) [Dean looks a little pensive, a little sad.] “It’s almost perfect.” “He’ll be along.”

(Bobby & Dean, 15.20) “You got everything you could ever want or need or dream, so, I guess the question is, what are you gonna do now, Dean?” [Dean looks over and Baby is there,  wearing her original license plates.] “I think I’ll go for a drive. [Dean walks over to Baby.] “Hey, Baby.”

(Dean, Sam, 15.20) [Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas plays over montage of Dean driving in Heaven and Sam raising Dean Jr. on Earth.] [Sam, old and gray, removes a dustcover from Baby and sits in the drivers seat as though he can feel or imagine Dean there.]

(Dean Jr. & Sam, Dean & Sam, 15.20) [Carry on Wayward Son by Neoni plays.] [Sam, very old now, lies in a hospital bed in his living room, surrounded by photos of Dean, John, Mary, Bobby, and Dean Jr.] “Dad, it's okay, you can go now.” [Sam nods, places his hand on Dean Jr’s. He closes his eyes, his head falls to the side and a single tear falls down his face.] [Dean stops on a bridge and enjoys the view, he gets a look of awareness on his face that turns into a happy grin.] “Hey Sammy.” [Dean turns to see Sam, he’s the same age he was the night Dean died.] “Dean.” [The boys look each other over and note they’re both wearing the same clothes they had on the night Dean came and got Sam from Stanford. They smile at each other, relieved and happy and joyous and emotional, and hug. They walk over to the railing, Dean’s arm around Sam, and enjoy the view.]

Comparisons, parallels, direct lines, feel free to add to this list.