#and dear followers a bitch(me) has been sucker punched

[calyroco]

It is VERY disappointing going from the first book ending with "Rosemary is determined to grab back some sort of autonomy after being robbed of it this whole story by raising the half demon baby she was forced to have but doing it her way" to the second book where I am immediately hit with "Well Rosemary DIDN'T do that when he got past his toddler years cause uh....magic coma. Also I'm not even showing you what she did those first few years. I'm just gonna allude to it to rob you of the satisfaction of seeing more of her short term win"

[ultralightpoe]

The Great War - Aemond Targaryen

The Great War - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT SPEAK NOW! YES!

Warnings: death, cheating, a dragon is killed

Word Count: 2841

The MIDNIGHTS event! (Take a look if you love Taylor Swift) and the upcoming SOUR event (requests for that one are still open so send em in!

Enjoy!

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

And maybe it was ego swinging

Maybe it was her

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

It was funny how much one's life could change within moments. You had never thought you would be here, there had been a time where you absolutely refused the thought of hurting your family or your husband, let alone fighting in a war you had been a pawn to stop in the first place. 

And yet, here you were. 

Covered in blood, head to toe, your hair matted and greased in the braid not that anything but bloodstains really showed. Your armor was black, like your father's armor had been, and the banner you stood by was that of blood red. 

There was apart of your mind that screamed for you to stop, to find a way for peace, just as your grandfather requested. But you pushed that thought away as your sword tore across a mans stomach, slashing into his guts and tearing the green banner from his hands. 

This battlefield was yours now. 

“How lovely of you to join me, dear husband.” You laugh, moving up to where he was hidden, ready to jump out and scare you. 

“You take all my fun, wife.” 

“Not all of it, I am sure.” There is a flash of something on his face that you don’t recognize for a moment, both of you just standing there and staring at each other. You debate if he knew someone had told you, and he must be here to explain himself. 

He had to have known the Queen of Whispers sent you a raven on his whereabouts, everything about his affair with Alys Rivers, and your heart began speeding up. 

You would tell him it was fine, if he asked. You would not be mad. Your mother had made you swear to this marriage for peace in the realm, a realm she would be queen of within days. You could not lose it now. 

But he doesn’t confront you, instead he walks up smoothly and places his lips upon yours in the softest of kisses before pulling your forehead to his own and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. “How about a dragon ride today? Hmm?”

“I was actually wishing to sit with my grandfather- since he is sick I think it necessary to-” His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, allowing yourself to melt into his touch some more. The rumors about Alys couldn’t be true, not when he loved you so….. “A dragon ride sounds lovely.”

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

He could sense you on the battlefield. As he always sensed when you were near before this. 

It had been an odd trait of his, always knowing where you were lurking and following. Where most people ignored you like a shadow he couldn’t help but see you. You had been his light. 

“I want that Targaryen bitches head!!” A shout behind him has him whirling with his sword until it’s pressed on the man's throat, the sharpness of the blade slicing his neck until blood leaks down his neck. 

“She. Is. Mine.” The man nods , gasping when the blade is taken away as Aemond turns back to the battlefield. 

“She’s announced she wants your head…” Another soldier murmurs, watching your army hit another barrier of his people. 

You want me so badly, wife? Come and get me.

The throne room looked dull and empty, the sunlight barely peeking through what windows were not covered as Aemond stares at the floor before him. 

The guilt was something he never expected. 

It’s not like he wanted to marry you, it had simply been for peace amongst the family, and he already had a relationship with Alys Rivers long before you swore yourself to him. So why shouldn’t he get to keep his love?

So he spent some nights with his mistress and some with you. Only the more time he spent with you the more he craved your presence. It was beginning to wear into his soul. 

And now he stood in the very same throne room he married you in, after spending a night in his mistresses sheets, talking about putting his brother on the throne and betraying the very thing your marriage stood for. The peace treaty. 

“Has it happened?” Alicent asks, a sob raking her body as she turns to the others.  Aemonds own throat tightened up before he felt it. Like a needle entering the small of his spine, hitting the nerves all the way up to his neck, you were close. 

“They killed the beast this morning…” The dragonkeeper murmurs, and Aemond feels like puking. Your dragon, your charming beast had been taken out so you would have no chance of escape, no chance to get back to your mother. 

“Aegon is being bathed right now. And Rhaenys is still deciding in her chambers, though I still think we need to-” Otto begins only for Alicent to scream. 

“WE’VE ALREADY KILLED ONE DRAGON TODAY, THERE WILL BE NO MORE DEATH!”

There is a gasp from the doors and everyone's heads whip around to them, before he can stop himself Aemond is rushing to get to them. But there is nothing there when he opens them. 

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from the crypt

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

You think on your grandfather kissing your head the day of your wedding, the heavy veil weighing your head down as you tried not to cry when he whispered a thank you for your sacrifice. Then you thought of your first night with your husband, scared and lonely, wishing you had family when he offered to play chess. 

Oh how you had loved him throughout your marriage, and now….you were gutting anyone who got between you and him on the battlefield. You would make him regret ever crossing your family. 

They forgot Rhaenys, or maybe they didn’t forget her but they thought you would never find out until she had already sided with them. 

You were running through the halls so quickly that your slippers fell off and by the time you got to your great aunts rooms you had a thick layer of sweat covering your body as well as tears. You had sobbed to her as you broke the door down, falling into her when the wood gave out and allowing her to cradle you for a moment before she rushed you to stand again. 

You had no dragon and hers was locked up, so you had to concentrate on what to do next. 

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

He finally sees you from a distance, swinging his sword at a giant coming for him smoothly as he scans you for injuries. A vision covered in blood, your eyes narrowing in on him the second he smiles at you. 

His heart begins to beat through his chest as you step towards him, one step first slowly followed by another before you full blown charge at him. His breath catches as he watches, hand tightening on the sword and his feet preparing for the blow, and for the smallest moment he thinks of letting you kill him. 

Letting you get your vengeance. 

If you had killed his dragon and betrayed his family isn’t that what he would want himself?

“We need to go Aemond.” Otto Hightower snaps, following his grandson through the halls of the keep, a fuming look on his face as he does so .

But Aemond refused to listen, no, he needed to find you before anyone else did. He had to be the one to tell you of what his family had done. The only problem being that no one had seen you. 

Not your maids or your ladies in waiting, not even the castle maids. 

When he tears through your shared apartments he doesn’t see you and the anxiety rising in his chest begins to take over. You knew. You had to have known.

That’s when he sees it, the small parcel you had hidden under a vase of flowers beside your side of the bed. Just the corner had been peeking out and when he tugs on it he finds a letter written to you by the Queen of Whispers. 

There is a cracking feeling in his chest that rises up his neck and into his ears, and all he can see is red.  “Y/N!”

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

By the time he is within arms reach you are swinging your sword as hard as you can, his own steel hitting yours with a crash before you both draw back and start again. It’s like a dance between you two, one that you haven’t done in years but feels so exhilarating all the same. 

One turn and you slice his arm, only to have him slice your thigh, so you duck and swing upwards. He dodges back and the tip of your sword hits the very tip of his nostril. 

A moment of pride fills you when he takes in a deep breath, pulling your sword in and getting into the proper stance. 

“Is that all you got?” He laughs and you find yourself smirking. 

“I was just getting started.”

“You know, I remember the first night I had you���. You had been so scared I was sure you’d sob the entire-” He knew what he was doing, that much was evident when he blocked your blow with a smirk and retaliated just as quickly. 

Your knees wobble when the force of it sends you back, but you grit your teeth and grab his wrist before he can pull away, trying to wrestle his sword free as he uses his body strength to throw you. 

“There are many people here…” You murmur, ducking behind your veil as your new husband leads you to the dance floor, your hand gripping his own so tightly you feel as though you might break the bones that lie underneath. “I might fall or-”

“Do you not trust that I would keep you upright, my dear ni-wife?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to trust-”

“Then today I shall.” He whispers in your ear before getting ready to start the dance. And you follow his lead, the nerves making you hesitate every step of the way, but soon enough you found your way with Aemond and it no longer mattered who was watching. 

He lifted you and spun you around, a smile on his face that many people gawked at. It was a well deserved smile. 

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

He has you pinned to the mud below and a snarl written on his face, his back screaming at the amount of pressure he has put on it today but the feeling of satisfaction at you being stuck was far too big to give up now. 

“We can forget this, you and I, just say the words and I’ll let this fit go.” He warns, applying a bit of pressure on your neck to cut off circulation. “By morning you can be on my side and I’ll have maids wash that blood out of your pretty hair. You can be my wife again.”

Something in him is begging you to take the deal, please please please. Please don’t leave me, please don’t make me do this….

He wondered for a moment if you would, seeing the tears well up in your eyes as you struggled to free yourself from his grip. If you would just listen, let him make this right without any of your blood being spilt, he would. 

He would swear himself to you over and over if you gave him another chance. 

The first night he knows he has feelings for you is the first night he turned down Alys, stopping her fingers from touching his pants as he mumbled out an excuse, forehead resting on her shoulder as he pictured your disappointed face. 

He never wished to see that face, and by the time he leaves Alys’ hut he would be sure he never would. 

“It’s been weeks of this Aemond,” She snaps, pulling into herself as he reaches for his leather tunic. “You said you married her to make your father happy, a death wish.”

“I did.”

“Then what is this-”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He screams, whirling on her. In truth he didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was you were left there, in the halls of the red keep as he was out there betraying you. 

You had made a vow and kept to it, why couldn’t he?

“I thought you hated basta-” Alys begins her sentence with tears in her eyes before he is upon her, blue eye sparkling in the candlelight. 

“Maybe you cursed me then.” It’s a spit in the face, the nail in the coffin as she reaches to slap him. The sound echoes across the room as his head snaps to the side, his cheek stinging from the pain and it takes everything in him not to retaliate. 

He had to get to you, none of this mattered anymore. 

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

If you agreed he would fly you away to a remote island, just the two of you. He would find you another dragon egg and grow you a garden. Nothing would ever harm you again. 

He sent a quick prayer up to the gods for this before a sharp feeling is sliding between his ribcage, the cold of your dagger meeting his skin like a cool kiss on a heat ragged day. 

He doesn’t really comprehend it, just grunts out in pain and loosens his hold on you to lean back, his hands flying up to see what damage had been done. 

“nO.” He gasps out, eyes flying to where you are in the mud. 

If he was scared in this moment he had no clue what you were, eyes wild as you sob, your chest rising and falling with every short breath you take. 

“KILL HER!” Someone calls, and for a second all Aemond can think to do is crawl to you. Ignoring the pain in his side as he removes his bloody hands from it, he makes his way to you, bringing one hand up to your cheek as an arrow marks through you. 

Your body shudders as it pierces from your back to your stomach, sliding right into Aemonds own stomach where he has wrapped his body around yours. If death was to greet him today then he would be sure not to be separated from you. 

Soldiers charged in at once and you let out a couple more sobs, and he found himself whispering in your ear “Just a second of pain, and we’ll be free.”

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

Uh-huh

I vowed I would always be yours

Alicent buries you both together, a black veil over her head, her hands bound by rope with Cregan Stark keeping her close. 

This would be her final day outside, for the rest of her days would be in a tower, no freedom and no allies. 

She yearns for her children, and she yearns for her dear old friend, looking at the grass growing from the burnt earth surrounding your grave. 

Yes, she thinks while allowing the tears to fall, you both would be together after the war.

[hermionegranger56]

a v late recap of evermore

so i think Taylor Swift sensed that i was Going Through It and was like here you sad bitch, here’s another surprise album to help fix all that. cause good lord evermore is just what i (and i think we all) needed. i truly TRULY can’t believe we’re lucky enough to get a sister album to folklore, i love it so much. the first day it was out i drove myself 2 hours to the very end of the Cape and sat on an empty beach and cried to it and honestly??? magical. here are my thoughts on it that no one asked for:

first, as an overall here, this album complements folklore so well. it’s the spring to folklore’s autumn, it’s self-assured and warm and beautiful. each album shows off her lyrical genius so well and she only grows stronger here. when folklore came out, i was floored because the music was so different for her and so up my alley. each song’s production sucked me in and it was like she was confidently telling us “here is another genre i can work with” (masterfully at that). evermore feels different. it feels like Taylor is so comfortable in this creative space, she isn’t trying to fit into any new molds or expectations, she is just HERE, now, saying “this is who i am and this is my craft”. it’s really been a privilege to watch her grow as an artist. ok. here we go

willow:

god the video was so beautiful, a really good continuation of cardigan. the chorus is so so delicate and prettyyy, thats MY MAN ughhh its so good. it reminds me a lot of invisible string tbh, or if betty from cardigan grew up and found love. this is really one of my favorites, she starts so strong

fave lines: “the more that you say, the less i know/ wherever you stray I follow/ i’m begging for you to take my hand/ wreck my plans, that’s my man”; “life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”

champagne problems:

oh dear god, it’s if all too well and new years day had a baby and it is a MASTERPIECE. i can picture it all, college sweethearts, broken hearts, i feel like its new england at christmas, ivy league old money…its cinematic. and it gets at the feeling like you’ll never be good enough so you leave before that happens (basically before you get to the tolerate it stage??) and OOF. AND GODDAMN THE RANTING BRIDGE (illicit affairs came close on folklore but i think THIS might be the best bridge since All Too Well). I’ve screamed it a lot tbh

fave lines: BRIDGE BABYYYYYY EVERY SINGLE PERFECT WORD. WHAT A SHAME SHES FUCKED IN THE HEADDDD

gold rush:

this one is bright and lovely and catchy!! it reminds me a lot of mirrorball tbh, all like swirly and magical. i can’t even put it into words but i can see this one so clearly. its all rosy and golden

fave lines: “eyes like sinking ships on waters/ so inviting, i almost jump in”; “what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?/with your hair falling into place like dominoes/ I see me padding across your wooden floors/ with my Eagles t-shirt hanging from your door”; “the coastal town we wandered round/ had never seen a love as pure as it”; “my mind turns your life into folklore”

’tis the damn season:

UGH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE EVEN THOUGH IT MAKES ME WANNA TEXT MY EX. the melody is SOOOO satisfying, the progression to “write this down”, i’m obsessed. the idea of being home for the holidays and feeling a little lost and tired and nostalgic for what could have been is something superrrr relatable. this song reminds me of snowy drives around my hometown in the best/worst possible way hahah. one of my top 5 for sure.

fave lines: “we could call it even/ you could call me babe for the weekend/ tis the damn season, write this down/i’m staying at my parents house/ and the road not taken looks real good now”; “and wonder about the only soul/ who can tell which smiles i’m faking”

tolerate it:

oh honeyyyyy this track 5 packs a punch, i mean the lyrics are absolutely BRUTAL in the best way. it’s just so sad, and encompasses a lot of my own insecurity about always feeling like you’re more invested in a relationship and watching someone fall out of love or just stop caring. i LOVE the “my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it”, like bitch YES your love should be celebrated. also taylor sounds angelic on the “I” at the start of the chorus

fave lines: “i know my love should be celebrated/ but you tolerate it”; “i made you my temple, my mural, my sky/ now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life”; “what would you do if I/break free and leave us in ruins/ took this dagger in me and removed it”

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no body, no crime:

YESSSSSSSSS I LOVE THE SUBGENRE OF COUNTRY ABOUT WOMEN KILLING SHITTY HUSBANDS AND THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD AHHHHH!! I LOVE the beat, i love country taylor, i love the addition of HAIM. UGH ITS SO CATCHYYYY, like i’m obsessed with the slide from “i think he did it but i just. can’t. prove itttttt NOOO no body no crime” UGHHH this is without a doubt in my top five

fave lines: “she thinks i did it but she just can’t prove it”

happiness:

I heard this one described as an emotional marathon and holy shit it is, each line is a sucker punch. i really like how it feels like a conversation and looks at the acceptance and pain that mingle together when a relationship just…ends. her lyrics are unmatched on this album but this is a particularly strong track

fave lines: “i haven’t met the new me yet”; “when did all our lessons start to look like weapons/ pointed at my deepest hurt”; “there is a glorious sunrise/ dappled with the flickers of light/ from the dress i wore at midnight”

dorothea:

this one feels like Betty 2.0 and its so sweet and bright and also kinda sad. it’s wistful!! that’s the word i want, wistful! the vibe is gives off reminds me of Red, like musically. it’s home-y. idk if that makes sense but i like it a lot

fave lines: and if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know/ you know, you’ll always know me”

coney island:

ugh this one is magical, i honestly really love the instrumental to this one, it’s so soothing. the lyrics to me feel like you’re in some dream state, going through every heartbreak you’ve ever been through. I love the addition of The National, the vocals fit together so well (and I like it better than both Bon Iver features i think??)

fave lines: do you miss the rogue/ who coaxed you into paradise and left you there/ will you forgive my soul/ who you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

ivy:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (that’s how i feel about this absolute masterpiece oh my GOD) it makes me so incandescently happy, the folk feel, the lyrics that are so cinematic and poetic and paint such a clear picture (to me) of two Victorian lovers who are in unhappy marriages but don’t let that stop their love. the chorus just like….fills my whole chest, the OH GODDAMN hits so different. and i want “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand” tattooed on me, that is one of her BEST lines and i will die on that hill. its all so pretty, i can’t deal. the vibe also strongly reminds me of a) invisible string and b) Little Women (2019). i think taylor should do folk and uhhhh only folk please

fave lines: EVERY WORD BUT ESPECIALLY: “i’d meet you where the spirit meets the bone/ in a faith forgotten land”; “oh goddamn/ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/ taking mine, but its been promised to another/ oh, i can’t/ stop you putting roots in my dreamland/ my house of stone, your ivy grows/ and now I’m covered in you”; “he wants what’s only yours”; “clover blooms in the field/ springs breaks loose, time is near“; ”so yeah, it’s a fire/ its a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it”

cowboy like me:

ALL RIGHT everyone sleeps on this song but oh my GOD its so good!! it’s smooth and dreamy and gives me that old fashioned, bonnie and clyde type love story and some of the lyrics are so poetic. I really love the addition of the Tim McGraw chords too???? BUT DEAR GOD COULD WE HAVE GIVEN MARCUS MUMFORD MORE OF A ROLE HERE??!! HE SOUNDS WONDERFUL, GIVE HIM A FEATURE, GIVE HIM A WHOLE VERSE. THIS IS A FOLK ALBUM TAYLOR, USE FUCKING MUMFORD AHHHH (i fucking love him omg)

fave lines: “dancin’ is a dangerous game”; “you’re a bandit like me/ eyes full of stars”; “now you hang from my lips/ like the Gardens of Babylon/ with your boots beneath my bed/ forever is the sweetest con”

long story short:

A BOP!! GIVE ME SOME HAPPINESS TAYLOR WOO! I really love how catchy this one is. it feels like her introducing the craziness of her life to joe and being like look all of that was tough but here i am now and I couldn’t be happier. It’s refreshing, self-deprecating and endearing. I couldn’t love it more and it is ALWAYS stuck in my head!

fave lines: “and he’s passing by/ rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky”; “long story short I survived”

marjorie:

ha hahah hah ha this one ENDS me, like dear LORD i need to call my grandma immediately. it is so so GOOD and SAD, like the you don’t know how good something or someone is until they’re gone, but even then, they’re still there with you. I love the grandma wisdom of “never be so clever you forget to be kind” etc. and holy SHIT the addition of Taylor’s grandmother’s opera singing as background vocals is GENIUS AND DEVASTATING, god the part where she goes “i’d think you were singing with me now” and then Marjorie comes in is honestly one of the most beautiful musical moments i’ve heard in a hot minute and it breaks me every time. wow.

fave lines: “never be so polite/ you forget your power/ never wield such power/ you forget to be polite”; “the autumn chill that wakes me up/ you loved the amber sky so much”; “and if i didn’t know better/ i’d think you were singing to me now”

closure:

ok i’m sorry, this is my only skip here. I really do love the lyrics and the idea of, yeah no you don’t deserve closure from me. i just can’t get past the pots and pans beginning, its too chaotic. but i’m sure it’ll grow on me! it does feel like finally moving on and i do love that about it

fave lines: “don’t treat me like/ some situation that needs to be handled”; “i know i’m just a/ wrinkle in your new life/ staying friends would/ iron it out so nice”

evermore:

god her voice is SO soothing in this one, it’s literally hypnotic. the song itself feels wandering and dark at first, like you’re stuck in this depression, and then bon iver comes in and it picks up and it feels like coming out of the trees, into the sunlight and finding your way again. finding that the pain WOULDNT be for evermore like she says. it feels like an ending and a beginning. beautiful

fave lines: “writing letters/ addressed to the fire”; “and when i was shipwrecked/ i thought of you/ in the cracks of light/ i dreamed of you”; “and i was catching my breath/ floors of the cabin creaking under my step/ and i couldn’t be sure/ i had a feeling so peculiar/ this pain wouldn’t be for evermore”

[idairsauthor]

Women On Fire reviews Once Upon A Time

So we have started watching Once Upon a Time and are midway through Season 2. PJ is very into it. It’s a bit weird for me for a specific reason: Because OUAT and WOF both use a lot of fairy tale/fantasy tropes, some things that I think of as very specifically WOF things show up sort of prominently in OUAT and...that’s weird. So when I watch it, I can’t help thinking about how this show would play with the WOF crowd. Behind the cut tag, some of them will be discussing their reactions. It’ll involve spoilers for seasons 1-2 of OUAT and basically all of WOF.

PLAIDDER: All right, so, for the sake of any readers who may remember this show well enough to care where we are with it, we’re about midway through Season 2. Emma and Snow have returned from the Bad Place, and Cora has followed them and has just faked Regina killing Archie, causing Emma et al. to turn on the partially-redeemed Regina, while actually keeping Archie captive on Hook’s invisible pirate ship. OK?

AINE: I suppose WOF’s plot would also sound pretty stupid if you had to summarize it in one paragraph. 

THEAMH: I don’t think it would sound THAT stupid.

PLAIDDER: ANYWAY! I just wanted to get your reactions to some of the...you know...correspondences.

THEAMH: Oh, you mean the whole reuniting the separated lovers thing? You know, “We will always find each other!”

ISTRIA: “But will we always lose each other? Is that our fate?”

PLAIDDER: To be honest I do kind of think that given that the show runs for seven seasons, it pretty much is gonna be their fate. The whole ‘waking the pseudo-dead beloved with true love’s kiss’ has already been done so many damn times and yet I fear it will happen with increasing frequency as we--

THEAMH: I’m sorry, you do not have a leg to stand on there. Istri, how many times have we--

ISTRIA: So let’s see...you lose me, you find me, you get taken prisoner, I find you. That’s all just up to Greenhaven. Then you get arrested by those traitors at Lythril’s old castle--

THEAMH: You lose me--

ISTRIA: Trial at Mypril--

THEAMH: You find me. Giant arani fight at Amranth--

ISTRIA: You lose me, you find me. 

THEAMH: I think that’s the last time. So that’s...

ISTRIA: No, no, we’re forgetting about “Homeswept.”

THEAMH: Oh FNAA. Idair’s HAIRPINS. Well I mean can you blame me?

ISTRIA: I cannot.

THEAMH: Yes. You lose me, I lose you, we manage to more or less find each other--

PLAIDDER: All right. Yes. I am a sucker for a good reunion. I mean as much as I bitch about it I actually sort of can watch that story line a fair few times before I get tired of it. It’s nice how reciprocal it is with Charming and Snow. 

THEAMH: Yes, that IS nice. Can I just ask though...why do all the men look the same?

ISTRIA: They don’t all look the same. There are two kinds. The blonde kind is a prince and the dark-haired kind is a dark user’s familiar.

PLAIDDER: Yes, I will say they made the Maerin figure a lot more interesting on OUAT. I actually kind of like both of them, which is strange, because I fucking HATE Maerin.

LYTHRIL: So do I.

PLAIDDER: Yes. Well, Lythril, since you’re here--

LYTHRIL: The reason you can...attach yourself...to Graham and Hook is that their dark users haven’t properly broken them. The bond is in the playful stage, where both partners are capable of enjoying each other. 

PLAIDDER: And...did you and Maerin have...a playful stage?

LYTHRIL: Of course.

PLAIDDER: I’m really glad I didn’t have to write that.

LYTHRIL: It was brief.

PLAIDDER: Well, as long as you’re here...I mean what’s it like for you watching Regina? 

THEAMH: Are you sure these people haven’t been reading your--

PLAIDDER: Yes, I’m sure. I’m very sure. Look, I saw Snow White just like everyone else and the evil Queen freaked me out just like everyone else and Lythril does kind of have the evil Queen’s vibe and that’s the transmission pattern. The film Snow White is the common source. WOF and OUAT aren’t borrowing from each other. I never watched the show while I was writing WOF, and I am 100% certain that nobody on the WOF distribution list ended up writing for a nighttime drama on ABC.

AINE: How can you be sure?

PLAIDDER: Look, I asked Lythril a question--

LYTHRIL: And because it will amuse me, I’m going to answer it: I find watching Regina EXTREMELY frustrating. 

PLAIDDER: Why?

LYTHRIL: It’s a very long list. 

PLAIDDER: Could we have the condensed version?

LYTHRIL: She doesn’t have the commitment. She doesn’t love the work. She doesn’t LIKE being evil.  

PLAIDDER: Oh, I think she does like it.

LYTHRIL: No. It looks that way at first, but then they give her this...

PLAIDDER: Backstory.

LYTHRIL: That simpering little girl with her stableboy lover--that was PAINFUL. There is NO way that girl grows up to be the most powerful dark user in the kingdom. 

TARIC: If I could--

PLAIDDER: Yes, of course, Taric.

TARIC: I don’t think I realized before that I was a...trope?

PLAIDDER: Yes, I did try to keep that from you. I’m sorry--

TARIC: Is that why I’m...you know...simple?

KEANRIH: Oh Taric. You’re not simple. You’re very complex. 

TARIC: No, I mean...not very smart, and not good with words, and generally...not really very interesting.

KEANRIH: Don’t SAY those things about yourself!

PLAIDDER: All right, look, there is this whole thing with girls and horses and even though I never had a horse I did sort of become fascinated with horses for a while and yes, you two were a trope, but so are Theamh and Istria. I mean there were people back in the day who categorized WOF as a Xena a/u. 

AINE: WHAT?!

THEAMH: Aine, just calm--

AINE: THERE IS NO SUBTEXT. THERE WAS NEVER ANY SUBTEXT. WE DISCUSSED THIS EXPLICITLY--

PLAIDDER: Aine, you cannot do anything about what people do with your story. You write, they read, what happens next is up to the gods. My point is: yes, Taric, you are a cheesy romance trope, I am very sorry, but I did do my best to give you the same kind of character depth that I gave everyone else, which is something that definitely DOES NOT happen with Daniel. So you are both the same trope but Daniel is a lot more...trope-y...than you are.

KEANRIH: Also I would never have turned you into a zombie.

TARIC: Thank you.

PLAIDDER: Look, speaking of zombies staggering around heartless, can we get back to Lythril’s take on--

LYTHRIL: Despite all the other fnaa you’ve pulled on me I feel almost moved to thank you for never giving me a backstory...if THIS is what it looks like.

PLAIDDER: Well...to some extent it inevitably does, because nobody’s just born evil. 

LYTHRIL: No, but not everyone has evil thrust upon them. Some of us chose it.

PLAIDDER: Well, Rumplestiltskin--

LYTHRIL: Do not SPEAK TO ME about that BLASPHEMY.

PLAIDDER: Well I don’t think they mean the same thing that you mean when they say “Dark One”--

AINE: Are you SURE they haven’t read your books?

PLAIDDER: YES I AM SURE!

LYTHRIL: She wants to be redeemed? She wants to be a better mother? WHY? Why does she want to be a mother at all? I didn’t want that for a steaming hot second.

PLAIDDER: Oh, you are obsessed with fertility. OBSESSED.

LYTHRIL: Dark magic and maternity are profoundly incompatible.

RENNA: My gleacha they are.

LYTHRIL: Your entire *existence* proves my point. Take Regina out of the Enchanted Forest and she turns into YOU. An idiot who would choose some child over magic and power. I hate Storybrooke Regina. Always weak, and incompetent, and--

RENNA: I was strong enough to kill YOU.

LYTHRIL: You had help.

PLAIDDER: I actually don’t hate Storybrooke Regina’s redemption arc. I mean I don’t know how it’s going to end, but--

ISTRIA: You call that a redemption arc?

PLAIDDER: Oh dear. 

ISTRIA: She doesn’t understand the FIRST DAMN THING about redemption. 

THEAMH: She yells at the screen a LOT when Regina’s on it.

ISTRIA: You’re all hurt when people don’t want to invite you to their parties. Of course they don’t! You ruined all of their lives! And except *sometimes* regarding Henry, you have done NOTHING to live it down!

THEAMH: Like that.

ISTRIA: Redemption is not about getting people to like you. It’s about taking responsibility for the harm you’ve done and trying to undo it. Whether people *like* you again is irrelevant. It’s not about you and what you want any more, that’s the point.

PLAIDDER: Listen, this cannot go on forever, and I don’t want to quit without talking about the hearts thing.

LYTHRIL: Yes. The hearts thing.

AINE: I just don’t see how you can be ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that nobody who writes for that show has--

PLAIDDER: For the love of Pete, Aine, in the story of Snow White the evil Queen says she wants the huntsman to rip out Snow White’s heart and liver and bring them back to her and that is where ALL of these chest-punching heart-ripping evil women in black came from.

LYTHRIL: It’s HILARIOUS. Nobody needs THAT many hearts.

PLAIDDER: Well I think she uses these hearts for different purposes than--

LYTHRIL: Every time I watch her or Cora do that I have to pause it because I’m laughing so hard. Where’s the blood? Where are the screams? Where are the broken ribs and the--

THEAMH: Could you not--

LYTHRIL: And this glowing red Lucite thing that comes out--

ISTRIA: I know!

LYTHRIL: That’s not a heart. I don’t know what that is but it’s not...hearts are bloody, they’re warm, they pulse, they’re--

THEAMH: They’re messy. Really, really--

LYTHRIL: That’s the whole POINT of a heart, that’s why people miss them in the first place.  

THEAMH: Yeah, they’re like...that’s where the whole soul/body thing happens, at least if you’re heart seated, and it matters that it’s all squishy and misshapen and--

LYTHRIL: They’re flesh. Hearts are flesh. They’re meat. That’s the point of hearts.

THEAMH: ExACTly!

[high-five begins]

ISTRIA: HEY! Are you both INSANE?

[high-five aborted]

PLAIDDER: Can I at least get your thoughts on Regina’s fashion sense?

[Everybody laughs]

AINE: Who is MAKING all those gowns for her? Who is doing her hair? Where does she get the materials?

PLAIDDER: And why does she lead with her cleavage, even in battle?

LYTHRIL: Oh come on. I have seen your illustrations.

PLAIDDER: What? They’re nothing like--

LYTHRIL: Shriias, back me up here: does she or does she not have me doing everything tits out?

THEAMH: I do have to admit--

PLAIDDER: No! Your outfits are--

LYTHRIL: Very tight. 

PLAIDDER: Well sure but--

THEAMH: At least she’s never drawn you naked.

PLAIDDER: LOOK.

LYTHRIL: I don’t mind. Sincerely, I do not mind being the sexiest woman in this universe--

[confused and vehement shouts of protest from all assembled]

PLAIDDER: All right all RIGHT! There will be NO MORE discussion of costuming! Or hearts! Or competitive sexiness!

CHANDRA: Are we not even going to TALK about Mulan?

PLAIDDER: And another country is heard from.

CHANDRA: You know I heard there was going to be queer-baiting in this show and all through season one I was like, where is it? All the men seem very very straight to me.And then Mulan and Aurora show up and it’s like, oh, I see it now.

PLAIDDER: Yes. Well...

CHANDRA: “I promised Prince Phillip I would protect you and I will fight both of these other hot women to do it!”

PLAIDDER: All right, point--

CHANDRA: Mulan literally holds Aurora’s heart in her hands and actually PUTS IT BACK IN HER CHEST--

PLAIDDER: Sure--

CHANDRA: I mean even those two over there never got THAT close. And then the NEXT THURKING LINE: “Let’s go see if we can bring my useless dead boyfriend back to life!”

PLAIDDER: I did notice--

CHANDRA: You’ve got this intense, smoldering woman in armor staring at you with love beaming out of her eyes and--I mean if you’ve got Mulan, WHO NEEDS PHILIP?

PLAIDDER: You know, some women ARE straight, and--

CHANDRA: Everyone ELSE gets to bring their true love back with a kiss but Mulan and Aurora have to do it through open heart surgery?

PLAIDDER: OK, but the coding makes it more intense and more interesting. Admit it.

THEAMH: You didn’t code us.

KEANRIH: Or us.

PLAIDDER: Yeah, well your story was never published, was it?

AINE: You regret that?

PLAIDDER: No. I really don’t. I honestly don’t know what would have become of all of you if I’d had to really try to make you marketable.

CHANDRA: But that was the 1990s. This was freaking 2011.

PLAIDDER: All right, this has gone on long enough. Are we going to finish Season 2 or not?

LYTHRIL: I think your spawn has doomed us to it.

PLAIDDER: Well...are you enjoying any of this?

LYTHRIL: I enjoy imagining ways to kill Cora.

PLAIDDER: You know, Lythril, we never found out what your mother was like.

LYTHRIL: Thank the Dark One for that.

PLAIDDER: Or if you’d ever been in love, before...

LYTHRIL: Never.

PLAIDDER: You sure about that?

LYTHRIL: NEVER.

PLAIDDER: Because something did go on with you and Ulnach at scoil, and I go back and forth on what exactly it was, but I will tell you, sometimes in my mind it looks a lot like a Cinderella AU.

LYTHRIL: You’re not going to actually write that, are you?

PLAIDDER: Probably not. See, this is kind of interesting to me as an idea, but if I actually committed to it, I think I would--

LYTHRIL: Because that would be a GREAT way to lose a heart.

PLAIDDER: Well look. We complain, but we’re all having fun here, right? I mean you’re enjoying getting together and making fun of your...counterparts?

ISTRIA: I will admit, it is sort of fun.

THEAMH: It’s better than talking about American politics.

PLAIDDER: All right, let’s wrap this up before Conn shows up. Thanks everyone; I’ll see you at the end of season 2, maybe.

[eclecticminded]

anonymous asked: Can I please get a sweet, fluffy and smut Nevada where his girl gets jumped walking home from work❤️

So this has some fluff and definitely some smut. And a lot of you being a boss ass bitch.

You get jumped and Nevada takes care of you, then you surprise him.

Warnings: Violence. Blood. Sex. Brief alcohol.

Tags: @southsiderepresent @glimmerglittergirl @madpanda75  @southern-magnolia @katmstanton @esparza-army @sweetsummertime99  @obfuscateyummy @lifeisbetterwithbarba  @lyssa1385  @hux-me-up   @bowieisawizard

Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

Early in your relationship, before either of you were sure if it would last, Nevada hadn't set you up with a driver/protection detail. You still walked and if it was too fat took the subway or a cab everywhere. No one followed you to keep people away from you. Hell no one even knew you were fucking/dating Nevada except the two of you and his drivers.

On this night, you were headed to the club to meet Nevada. Heels in one hand and flats on your feet, you were running late. The red dress that was Nevada's favorite clung to your curves and you hoped it would make him less upset you were late. He valued punctuality, something you struggled with.

A few blocks from the club, a couple of guys started whistling at you. You ignored them and walked faster. Three blocks later, you realized they had been following you the whole time and started to worry. They were closer than you realized, and when you stopped to cross the street one of them bumped into you.

“Hey sexy, didn't see you there,” the shorter guy licked his lips and your stomach dropped.

“Not even gonna respond,” the taller guy came to stand behind you and touched your shoulder.

“Don't fucking touch me,” you pulled away and the two of them started to grab at your dress.

“Shut up bitch,” the shorter one gripped your hand hard enough it hurt and you growled.

“Don't touch  me,” you jerked your hand away and kneed him in the balls. He doubled over and his friend slammed you into the wall. He punched you in the stomach and you fell to the ground with a painful yelp.

“No good whore,” the shorter man pulled you up from the ground by your hair and sent you back down with a punch to the jaw. Blood pooled in your mouth and you watched in fear as the men each snatched a discarded heel off the ground and broke it. The four pieces thudded against your torso and you winced, tears forming in your eyes.

When the men turned away from you, you scrambled to your feet and tried to run away. You got to the edge of the alley and could see the club, a beacon in the darkness. But it was snatched away as a hand in your hair tugged you backwards and you collapsed on the ground in a garbled scream. Kicks rained down from both sides, and you curled into the fetal position for protection.

Just as quickly as the assault started, it was over. You opened your eyes to see the two men being backed into a dark SUV at gun point. A hand came to wipe blood off your face and you flinched away from the squatting figure.

“Calm down, it's me,” Nevada's voice was comforting.

“Vada? How'd you find me,” you whimpered and desperately crawled into his arms, knocking him on his ass.

“You didn't show up. Went outside to find you and heard a scream,” Nevada scooped you into his arms and walked towards a second SUV, “Put two and two together.”

“You came looking for me,” your question was full of sniffles as he lowered you into the backseat and buckled you in.

“Of course I did,” he shut the door and was soon climbing in next to you on the other side. Nevada was on his phone the whole drive barking orders in Spanish you half understood. Whatever he was saying, it wasn't good. You only understood “death” and “asshole” but the rest was said angrily enough you could fill in a few blanks.

The ride was short and you half recognized the warehouse Nevada led you into. He tugged you behind him into his office and set you on the edge of his desk. As the door shut, you saw the two men being shoved past. Nevada pulled a first aid kit out of his top drawer and set it next to a bottle of water and a ratty towel.

“It's clean I promise,” he wet the towel with the water bottle and gently cleaned your face of dried blood and dirt. Bandaids were put over the scrapes that covered your arms and gentle kisses placed on the bruises forming on your stomach and back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you kissed Nevada tenderly and he pulled away as his phone buzzed.

“It's what I'm here for,” he checked his phone and kissed you once more, “Stay here. I'll be back.”

“Yes dear,” you rolled your eyes and got up to search for the whiskey you knew was hidden somewhere. Two shots later you changed your mind and went looking for Nevada. It took three wrong tries before you found the right door. The door opened quietly enough no one heard, it was good luck their backs were to you. Nevada was punching the shorter guy and gave a perfectly placed back hand to the other. His head flew to the side and you gasped.

“I told you to stay there,” Nevada swung around and glared.

“Oh you don't scare me Ramirez,” you squared your shoulders and marched to him, placing a long wet kiss to his lips.

“I have to finish this up,” Nevada started at you lustfully “but then I can kiss you.”

“No, I've got this,” you nudged him away with your hip.

“You've got this,” he raised an eyebrow as you stretched dramatically, bending over in front of him and wiggling your ass.

“I got this,” you motioned the bodyguards to move and put your whole weight into punching the shorter guy tied to the chair. His nose broke and bleed went flying onto the taller guy next to him.

“Damn girl,” the closest bodyguard chuckled when you sucker punched the taller man in the stomach, then slammed his head down onto your knee as best you could with him tied up. A hard shove to the chairs and the men fell over. A sadistic smile painted itself across your face as you switched off kicking them each in the stomach.

“Okay loca, calm down,” Nevada wrapped his arms around your waist and dragged you from the room kicking and screaming.

“Why'd you pull me out of there,” you smacked his chest when he set you down in his office.

“Let them finish, you're too damn hot to not fuck right now,” Nevada growled and shoved all the papers off his desk to the floor with a large sweeping motion. He lifted you onto the desk and ripped your panties down, throwing them to the sofa behind him.

“You were pretty hot yourself,” you bit his lip and moved to his neck to bite there too. His large hands gripped your chin and turned your head to the side, biting and sucking his way down your neck. When he found the sensitive spot that drove you wild, he bit down hard and shoved a hand under your dress. His fingers found your wetness and plunged inside without warning.

“So fucking wet already mami,” he growled against your neck and pumped away.

“Fuck your fucking fingers. Fuck,” you whimpered and Nevada wrapped his arm around you waist and lifted you up. His other hand tugged your dress up and sat your bare ass back onto the desk.

“Need a taste,” he pulled you to the edge of the desk and laid you backwards, dropping to his knees in front of you. He gave you no time to prepare before his tongue and fingers were digging in. He  licked and slurped and sucked like he was a starving man and your pussy was his first real meal in weeks.

While his fingers pumped unbelievably fast in and out of you, your legs shook. Your hands knotted in his hair to hold Nevada firm against you. The room was full of your whimpers and moans as your orgasm approached. Time seemed to past slowly and fast all at once, seconds felt like years. Before you knew it, Nevada had coaxed two orgasms out of you with his magic fingers and heavenly tongue.

“Fuck me already,” you nudged Nevada backwards and flipped over to lay on your stomach across the desk. It only took a moment for him to get his pants down and slam into you. Your hip slammed into the hard wood and you didn't care. What was another bruise? At least you wanted this one.

“Fuck loca, you're so tight,” Nevada pounded into you hard and without abandon. You'd had your orgasms, now it was his turn. His rough fingers dug into an unmarked spot on your shoulder and he used it for leverage to slam harder into you. He avoided your hair, having found out the men had dragged you by it. Not a single spot that was hurt by the men was touched.

Nevada lost his rhythm and came with a throaty growl inside of you. He pulled out and his seed spilled down your thighs. The same towel from before was used to clean you up, and he pulled you into his arms for a slow warm kiss.

“Let's get you home and take a hot bath to ease those bruises,” Nevada helped you stand and fixed your dress gingerly.

“You're home. You have a bigger tub,” you walked out of the office and towards to exit you came in.

“Any other requests loca,” he rolled his eyes and followed you.

“You calling me loca now? It that my nickname,” you squinted.

“Sí loca,” he chuckled and held the door open for you.

“Food please,” you batted your eyes and pouted.

“Of course princesa,” Nevada swatted your ass as you climbed in the SUV. Anything you wanted, you got. He was wrapped around your fingers whether they were sweetly twirling your hair or in a fist beating the shit out of someone.  

[davidblaska]

… Because the mayor proposes more free stuff

Maria Milsted has had enough. Which means the bums, druggies, and shake-down thugs investing upper State Street — just one block from the state Capitol — are on notice. One week ago (09-02-19) Maria issued this four-alarm alert:

Ok!  Done! No more!  I am going to the media. This is not a threat, it is a promise! They will listen. It’s time we support our police who have their hands tied and all of this. No more empty promises. NO MORE!

Those of us who treasure this native of Madison’s Greenbush neighborhood know Maria Milsted turns words into action. The result was the Page One, top-line headlines Sunday’s Wisconsin State Journal: 

“Despite efforts, ‘party’ hasn’t ended.”

Eight weeks after Madison’s mayor declared “the party’s over,” there’s little sign those involved in troubling behavior at the top of State Street — including fights, aggressive panhandling, drug dealing and prostitution — are ready to call it a night.

In one particularly stark example of how bad the panhandling has become, police report that an employee at Ian’s Pizza at 100 State Street — which has its own list of people banned from the establishment — was recently chased down and “sucker punched” by a panhandler whose plea for money she declined.

… “It’s a matter of time,” Milsted said. “There’s going to be a homicide up there.”

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Nike Martin of Ian’s Pizza e-mailed Maria on September 1, “The victim you read about … was an employee of mine at the State Street location. … this is the second employee assaulted this year.  I’m grasping at what we do to actually move the needle on this.  It’s time to get something done.

Reaping the bitter fruits …

… of Madison’s victim mentality. East Towne Mall, Hilldale, etc. are private property so they can enforce public decorum so shoppers feel safe. The City of Madison owns State Street and its sidewalks and parks. Which means visit at your own risk — especially after dark.

⇒ The root of the problem is Madison’s terribly woke ambition to be another Portland Oregon or San Francisco. Police, doncha know, are the problem. More free stuff is their answer. Indeed, The Emerald City’s lady mayor “has emphasized the need for increased services for Madison’s homeless population.” Public toilets, for instance.

Which means the other shoe will drop, according to WSJ reporter Chris Rickert. “Downtown neighborhood officer Kraig Kalka acknowledged at the Mifflin neighborhood meeting that residents and business owners may well be seeing fewer police on the streets.” They’re too tied up working crimes. 

Will take their business elsewhere

Over at Caffeinated Politics, Greg Humphrey reports “Madison’s State Street has serious safety issues.”

James and I grabbed a malt from a shop, and as we sat for a moment, soon realized that the area was not suited for us.  One person was clearly having a drug (whatever) episode and fell back on the pavement while in a sitting position. Another person nearby laughed and said the person was “wasted.”  That was more than enough to witness and we moved to enjoy our ice cream elsewhere.

Greg then describes witnessing a drug deal before continuing. 

Madison Mayor Satya Rhodes-Conway is playing to her progressive base when she says the homeless population is not to blame for the behavior which alarms business owners and frustrates police. But those of us who are not wedded to a mere slogan that sells at election time knows the criminal and violent behavior is created by a cast of characters who need to be dealt with in a fashion that will end the problem.

… Perhaps a policy that does not cater to people who are classified as homeless would also be an answer.  Sometimes putting forth a tough and strong policy is better than adding toilets. 

Vigilante action

Also on 09-01-19, Victor Villacrez of a property management company wrote of being panhandled. “To my surprise and dismay the woman started to follow and started to harass me calling me a “bitch” etc.  …

It appears to be individuals and maybe groups deliberately trying to intimidate, bullying, people into giving them money. This is unacceptable criminal behavior and should not be tolerated like we do when the same people sleep on the streets or defecate in open public. …

Madison has changed and I for one am not going to be intimidated by individuals who do not give a rat’s you know what about our downtown and am willing to do what it takes to make change. Working together in a coalition we have a better chance in getting something done. … a “Force to be Reckoned With,” I’m sorry to say,  is what is needed right now. Who’s with me?

Maria and Dan Milsted’s call to action:

Blaska and Maria Milsted

We have to stand up and demand this city administration allow the police to do what they have been trained and hired to do.…to PROTECT US.  I am pleading to our downtown business peers and residents to stand up and speak up. Stop complaining. Do something. I’m tired of those who complain & then “kiss up” to city Administration & Legislature & and sit and wait for them to do something. Wake up! They are NOT going to solve this problem! All the city has done for us is to deem the homeless a “protective class” and allow panhandling and raise taxes and special assessments.

Dear Alder Verveer, I have a request. 

In addition to your sponsoring to pass an ordinance to protect the homeless and allow panhandling, why don’t you pass an ordinance to protect businesses & downtown residents?  Perhaps it might be more important  to spend time on helping get rid of crime in downtown Madison then promoting the Mifflin Street party every year!   If there is anyone who does not agree with this, just ask the police what they think!!! Respectfully submitted to all,

— Maria and Dan Milsted

Blaska’s Bottom Line: What do you expect from a city that has been  investigating the police for the last four years?

What do YOU Think?

If the city won’t act, will property owners patrol violent State Street?  ... Because the mayor proposes more free stuff Maria Milsted has had enough. Which means the bums, druggies, and shake-down thugs investing upper State Street — just one block from the state Capitol — are on notice.

[starsinursa]

Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by my devastatingly beautiful friend here, @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse! Thank you, lovely! 

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural? I never watched Supernatural until 2015, and actually, the very first episode I ever saw was The French Mistake... so I guess I started with season 6! Then I immediately went back and started with season 1, though. 

Aaand putting the rest under a cut because this survey is long as hell.  😄

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with? Dean, 100%. It was a combination of those green eyes (dear sweet Jesus those green eyes) and his humor. I admired that someone who had such a terrifying and bloody life spent hunting monsters could still keep his sense of humor and be so full of love for his family and delight in the little things in life, like pie and good music.

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Probably Rowena. Let’s be honest, she really wasn’t very nice to the boys or Crowley or anyone in the beginning, and at the end... well, she still wasn’t always nice, but I really grew to appreciate her motives and why she did the things she did and to sympathize with her. Plus, she’s pretty fabulous with her hair and her accent.

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? Ummm, Dean, is that even a question? :D We would watch classic and/ or nerdy television together all the time, like Back to the Future and Star Trek, and terrible soap operas, and rock out with the windows down in the Impala, and go LARPing on the weekends, and eat pie and burgers together, and read Vonnegut and The Odyssey, and totally explore his panty!kink together. Oh, Dean, honey... the things I would do to you...

5. If you could go on a date with just one character, which one would you choose? The obvious answer to that question is, of course, Dean.

6. What would you do on that date? Put out. Ahahaha, just kidding. Not really. Probably just hit up a bar where we could grab a drink and a burger and get to know each other, and then maybe go cruisin’ on some country Kansas roads so he could show off the Impala and we could star-gaze. Or depending on the time of year, I would totally drag him to the RenFest in Kansas City.

7. Which character would you most want to be like? Honestly, I wish I could be more like Garth. He’s so sweet and optimistic and sees everything through rose-colored glasses. 

8. Which character would you most want to see brought back from the dead? I’m not gonna say Cas (because he IS coming back, dammit), so I’d love to see Bobby (our real Bobby, not the new AU Bobby) or Charlie or even Kevin. Probably especially Charlie though, I loved the teasing brother/ sister dynamic they had going.

9. Which character would you most like to punch? I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to punching Metatron. And also Gordon Walker, he was a d-bag. I probably would’ve clocked Bela a couple of times too, to be honest.

10. Who is your absolute favorite character? Dean. Very closely followed by Cas, and then closely followed by Sam.

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst? I really enjoyed Lucifer’s original arc, honestly. Classic Mark Pellegrino was the best, and the seals being broken, and poor Sam fighting with the knowledge that he was supposed to be Lucifer’s vessel, and just... yeah. It was good stuff, all of it.

12. Which character are you most like? Hmm... probably Donna Hanscum. :D I’m a sucker for a good donut, and I’ve got my insecurities, but I like to think that I can also be tough and come through when it matters. And I like to help people and I work in a very people-oriented field (although it’s definitely nothing like being a cop).

13. What death hit you the hardest? Bobby’s. :( Especially that whole ‘I raised two boys and they turned out great’ shit. C’mon, now... *ugly tears* Bobby, no...

14. What season finale hit you the hardest? Season 9. Dean getting stabbed, Sam regretting what he’d said about not caring, Dean telling Sam he was proud of them... just, ugh. My bleeding heart. And then THE DEMON EYES YEAAAH.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Tall Tales, Bad Day at Black Rock, Mystery Spot, Changing Channels, Lazarus Rising, Yellow Fever, What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?, LARP and the Real Girl, Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets, Stuck in the Middle (With You)

16. What’s been your favorite season? Probably season 12. Season 12 has ROCKED (mostly). 

17. Who is your favorite angel? Castiel, duh! ;) He’s only the most devastatingly handsome, quirkiest, sweetest, downright adorable, and occasionally fucking badass angel in the garrison. And then Gabriel, because he’s a frickin’ hoot.

18. Who is your favorite demon? Crowley counts, right? (Or...counted? Ugh...). I, uh...never really liked Ruby. Or Meg.

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Probably Lucifer. He’s just a really interesting character with a lot of idiosyncrasies, and Mark Pellegrino does a great job with him.

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships? I am Destiel trash, I am 100% living in the dumpster. I also liked Bobby x Ellen, Sam x Eileen, and Gabriel x Kali.

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor? Probably Osric Chau, because he seems like an absolute delight in real life. 😄

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show? Oh man, there’s just too many. Maybe “I’ll interrogate the cat” (me too, Cas, me too) or “I will shoot you bitches” (I love when Dean is just done) or “You can’t spell subtext with S-E-X”.  

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you choose? I’d love to see Keanu Reeves play something, to be honest! He would be awesome! And then all of my favorite actors would be on the screen together!

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creatures would you like to see included? I need to see a selkie already, goddammit. GIMME SOME OF THAT IRISH MYTHOLOGY, I NEED MY SEAL MERMAIDS.

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with? I really liked Cassie, I thought she was sweet. 

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with? Probably Sara, she was pretty chill and bad-ass. Plus, cultured taste in art!

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments? Basically everything I’ve seen that happened at Jibcon this year.

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character to be described? Oh lordy... I would be a nervous wreck. Tell ya what, just let me be that sorry sucker who dies in the first 30 seconds of the episode. Then I can truthfully say that I acted in a Supernatural episode, maybe get to meet the boys, and then duck out and let better actors take my place. 😄 If not, I’d love to play a goofy comedy role that crops up now and again, like the Ghost-facers or something.

29. What do you hope to see in the next season? CAS BEING BACK, THANKS. Also lots of pining!Dean. Like, I need to see ALL of the pining!Dean, or I will be very disgruntled. I’m also really hoping we get to see some more alternate universes, that would be fascinating... and I definitely wouldn’t see ‘no’ to seeing a glimpse of endverse! again! How cool and heartbreaking would that be?

30. - 40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John? Bobby

Bela or Ruby? Bela 

Jess or Madison? Madison

Jo or Lisa? Jo

Charlie or Kevin? Charlie (but I miss Kevin too ;( )

Balthazar or Ash? Balthazar (dear god those v-necks though)

Cas or Crowley? Cas, absolutely (sorry Crowley, I love ya, but I love my angel boy more)

Ben or Claire? Claire 

Jody or Donna? Jody... I love Donna and I’m similar to her, but Jody is such a bamf! 

Sam or Dean? Dean!

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