#and explore the way the butterfly effect ripples through

[2hoothoots]

I’m making a psychonauts age swap au, as one does, and my brain keeps deciding that lili raz and dogen are all in love and I’m pretty sure this is your fault

that's just how it happens!! these three have a memetic quality. they're a bit like cordyceps, to me

[yico0]

Signal

"Signal" is a South Korean television series that blends crime thriller, mystery, and science fiction elements. The central characters, a profiler from the present day and a detective from the past, use this unconventional means of communication to collaborate on solving cold cases and preventing crimes.

What is the koinos kosmos (common world) and mutually assumed knowledge the series shares with viewers? 

The common world in "Signal" involves a walkie-talkie connecting individuals in different time periods. This device enables characters to communicate across timelines, influencing investigations and crime-solving. The common world would include the shared understanding of this supernatural element and its impact on the characters and their investigations.

2. How does the series depict cultural hybridity through the alerted history’s role in reflecting and reshaping cultural assumptions? 

It depicts cultural hybridity by utilizing its time-travel narrative to reflect and reshape cultural assumptions. The series navigates different time periods, seamlessly blending the past and present to showcase the evolution of societal norms, values, and cultural references. Through the characters' interactions across eras, the show explores the dynamic nature of culture, illustrating how the past and present coalesce to form a hybrid narrative. Cultural references specific to each time period, from technology to fashion, contribute to this amalgamation, engaging viewers in a rich tapestry of historical and contemporary contexts. The altered history aspect introduces ethical dilemmas that transcend temporal boundaries, challenging characters to grapple with evolving ethical standards. Additionally, the collaboration of characters from diverse backgrounds fosters a cultural exchange, highlighting the series' nuanced portrayal of how cultural assumptions influence both investigations and interpersonal dynamics across time.

3. How does the series depict the power of understanding world-creation? 

"Signal" depicts the power of understanding world-creation through its exploration of the consequences of altering historical events and timelines.

Temporal Influence: The walkie-talkie serves as a tool for characters to communicate with people in the past, allowing them to intervene in historical events. By doing so, they alter the timeline and influence the course of history, showcasing the significant power and responsibility associated with understanding how events shape the world.

Butterfly Effect: The series delves into the butterfly effect, demonstrating how small changes in the past can lead to substantial and unforeseen consequences in the present and future. This concept underscores the fragility and interconnectedness of events, emphasizing the characters' ability to create a ripple effect through their actions in the past.

Moral and Ethical Dilemmas: As characters grapple with the consequences of altering history, "Signal" explores the moral and ethical dilemmas associated with manipulating the natural order of events. The power of understanding world-creation is not just a narrative device but a thematic exploration of the complexities and responsibilities tied to temporal intervention.

4. In what ways do formulations of the past, present, and future engage with prospective realities of what might have been and what might be in the series’ alerted history? 

The series intertwines these temporal elements through the use of a walkie-talkie that enables communication across different time periods. The alerted history in "Signal" prompts characters to reconsider and reassess what might have been had certain actions or events unfolded differently. Furthermore, the exploration of the alerted history raises questions about the characters' agency in shaping their own destinies. 

5. How do multiple realities or contemplations of multiple realities merge with questions of authenticity? 

"Signal" seamlessly weaves historical reality into its narrative tapestry by incorporating authentic elements of the past to construct compelling crime stories. The series delves into meticulously researched historical contexts, immersing viewers in a captivating portrayal of crimes, investigations, and mysteries rooted in the annals of real history. These narratives, while invented for the purpose of the show, are intricately presented within the authentic frameworks of socio-political climates and cultural landscapes of specific time periods. The distinctive charm of "Signal" lies in its profound exploration of altered history facilitated by a walkie-talkie. Within this historical backdrop, the series introduces a speculative twist where characters, grounded in their meticulously portrayed eras, embark on a journey to reshape the course of events. Although the crimes and investigations themselves are fictional, the show introduces a thought-provoking element as characters endeavor to alter the course of history by communicating with figures from the past. This alteration of historical events serves as a central and enthralling plot device, allowing characters to wield influence over the outcomes of cases and delve into the intricate consequences of their interventions, thus blurring the lines between fiction and the rich tapestry of real historical landscapes.

@theuncannyprofessoro

[radioactive-earthshine]

In a world where Kon got taken in by Ma and Pa from the getgo like Mae, what do you think the butterfly-effect-ripples would be?

Hi, I apologize for the time it took me to get to this. I really wanted to get some writing done first.

To answer your question...

Nearly everything that happened in his comics likely would not have happened due to placement because much of his narrative was focused on his location and situation. He was in Hawai'i in the start of the comics and thus went through many adventures there, his relationship with Tana was there, his... experiences... with Kay Fury were there too because she herself was there so he would likely never meet her to get those... experiences... He would not have gone back to Cadmus and experienced his mentorship under Jim Harper 😢 (in which case Jim may or may not have avoided his second death) and finally Kon would not have been (temporarily) homeless nor would he have ended up in Suicide Slums in that apartment complex.

The ENTIRE series would likely have been drastically different and depending on the writers his series may have come off more as a typical Superman series with familiar surroundings in Smallville with more typical issues that some iterations of Clark went through as a teenager.

It would be nice though to see them trying to raise Kon the exact same way they did Clark and it just.... not working.... and them sort of butting heads a lot to show a great contrast until there was some sort of understanding and acclimation.

I also wonder how their own parenting of Kon might have been impacted by Clark's death and suddenly there's this kid they are responsible for and all the sorts of baggage they would need to unpack. Would Kon feel like he's replacing Clark in their hearts and that's the only reason why they are doing this? Because they are lonely? It's a interesting thing to explore.

Kon would definitely be mentally better off and emotionally - his exploitation would never have happened and I feel that he would have found out who he is sooner because he would not have had 100 issues of being on his own with little proper guidance (except Jim and I am sorry Dubbilex did not do the best job at protecting Kon from anything).

Another major different would be Kon would likely not have an identity so intrinsically tied to Superboy and he would have the ability to explore who he was more as Conner and not Superboy.

The butterfly ripples would be... massive. Tim would not have likely had that teamup with him in Hawai'i in World's Finest, as stated above all of his adventures in Hawai'i and the multiple crises he helped to mitigate personally would not have come to be, the kid that was murdered because he looked like him would still be alive (a plus), Tana would be alive, Amanda Spence would be dead sooner (a plus), I'd have to reexamine the D.N.Angels to see how Kon being in Smallvile from nearly day one would have gone but I feel like that would have gone differently because Jim would likely not have been murdered and the whole story of Kon running away with his clone baby would not have happened. I don't see how his presence in Young Justice would be entirely different, he likely would still be present but his meeting Tim and Bart likely would have been different.

It would be an interesting AU.

[inenochian]

Beautiful California Weather

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Say_It_In_Enochian/works

Say_It_In_Enochian - Written for a JackeDee fic prompt: “Restless”

Summary:

Dean can't put his finger on it but something about this day seems...wrong.

Notes:

Warning: Spoilers for Where All My Journeys End & Twist and Shout

This is one of two ficlets written for Jackie Dee’s art fic prompt, “Restless.”

When writing my Twist and Shout AU fic (in which I butterfly-effected Dean and Cas so that things turned out realistically but differently and ended HAPPILY), I mused over the idea that if something tragic, really really tragic, happened to someone in one universe, might their counterpart in another universe feel some ripple of that? When reading Twist and Shout and trying to map out the timeframe it seemed like “Cas died on a Thursday,” sometime in early to mid-March of 1981. Would an Alt Universe Dean and Cas even notice that day?

Ultimately I didn’t write it, since I didn’t want to put anything sci-fi-ish in something that was supposed to be a historical fiction AU, but for Jackie Dee’s challenge, I explored that idea. This ficlet would have taken place early in Chapter 49 of WAMJE but is not referenced in that story for the aforementioned reasons (except for a small hint by Cas in the final scene of Ch 49).

Because of the subject, it is angsty and references relationships and situations established in WAMJE, including Dean's panic attacks and therapy, but ends with comfort, and hope, and love! 

One last but VERY IMPORTANT note:

I loved Twist and Shout, not for its ending (it wrecked me), but for the beautiful, realistic story Gabriel and Standbyme depicted. My writing an AU of it - or “ficfic,” was never an attempt to “fix” that story. Yes, it's tragic, yet beautiful and true to the time. Writing my T&S AU started as a way to work through emotional stuff I was going through at the time. Thanks to gabriel and standbyme for bringing the era to life.

**********

Thursday March 12th 1981

Dean sat bolt upright in the bed with a gasp, instinctively reaching out to the man in the bed beside him.

Cas wasn’t there.

His eyes strained in the dark for a sign of him. Where is he? Where’s Cas? Where am I?

He pulled himself from the confusion of sleep, like trudging through heavy snow.

A sliver of light framed the window shade to the left allowing him to orient himself.

He was in his bed…In his room… His and Cas’s room…Cas’s side of the bed was cold.

Dean looked at the clock on the bedside table.

5:34

He groped in the near dark for the lamp beside him, almost toppling it. He turned the small knob flicking it on, shielding his eyes at first from the glare.

Cas’s clean laundry was still in the basket near the dresser where Dean set it last night after he’d folded it.

After Cas kissed him goodbye and went in for his shift.

That was seven hours ago. Another nine before Cas would be coming home.

Dean sat back against the headboard, hugging his knees close, resting his head on his arms. He blew out a heavy breath trying to shake the strange feeling - trying to clear the clinging fog from his brain.

It wasn’t right that Cas wasn’t here.

Dean rubbed his hands over his face. That was stupid. Of course Cas wasn’t here. He had a double shift. This was normal.

Perfectly normal.

He flicked off the light, rolling over onto his side and closing his eyes, but couldn’t shake the lingering anxiousness produced by whatever had awoken him.

On an impulse he grabbed Cas’s pillow, tossing his own to the floor as he pulled it beneath his head, hoping the subtle scent of the man would alleviate the weighty feeling of his absence.

He only remembered he’d changed the sheets the night before when he inhaled the nose-tickling fragrance of ocean breeze detergent where the soothing scent of Cas’s skin should be.

He closed his eyes anyway trying not to think about the time and how he needed sleep…. because once you start thinking about the time your mind won’t stop obsessing on it….. so he really needed to just make his mind blank…do some of that deep breathing shit Benny and Pamela always told him to do when his mind started racing out of control.

Inhale…..Exhale….

Inhale……..Exhale…….

Inhale………….Exhale……..

His back was cold where Cas’s body should be pressed up against him - warming him like his own personal furnace.

Fuck.

Dean opened his eyes.

5:47

He sat up and switched on the light again, hating the way it basked the room in its too-yellow glow, making everything it touched seem artificial too. When they built their house Dean would make sure there were lots of windows…lots of natural light.

And still, he couldn’t shake it…this feeling he couldn’t put his finger on that wouldn’t let him rest. A foreboding. He wondered if it had been a dream, but couldn’t for the life of him remember anything more than that moment of dread that had thrown him out of his sleep and now wouldn’t let him get back to it.

He needed Cas.

Like, needed him.

Like a fix…No…more like a life saving drug.

Dean needed to touch him. To know he was real.

Fucking ridiculous is what it was. Missing your lover when he’s at work is one thing. Pining after him like a toddler in need of a goddamn security blanket is something else.

He got up and did what Cas would make him do if it were one of his panic attacks, even though it was clear this wasn’t one of them. Not a typical one anyway. No racing heart. No gasping breaths, no lingering taste of metal in his mouth. Just a looming shadow… a chill at the nape of his neck.

Dean couldn’t explain it. Somehow that made it worse.

Still, he trudged down the narrow hall of their trailer to the kitchen and switched on the light. He popped some bread into the toaster oven and peeled a banana, eating the fruit while he waited for the toast to pop. His shift at the garage didn’t start for a few hours, so after finishing the toast Dean tried going back to bed.

The sunlight streamed more brightly now through the sides of the window shades. Dean lay back down under the covers and pulled the pillow half over his head to block it. He tried going back to sleep but the urge to keep checking the clock for the time was overwhelming.

It was too quiet here in the bed without Cas’s soft snores. Without the little sleepy hums he made when he shifted in Dean’s arms. Too cold without the warmth of their limbs tangling together.

How is it that they’d argued just two nights ago over which one of them was hogging the blankets? Over which one of them was taking up more than their fair space in the queen-sized bed?

How is it that Dean had complained and tried to roll Cas over to “his side” of some imaginary line down the center of the mattress? Had grabbed his pillow and spare blanket and ended up on the couch - when all he wanted at the moment was to be crowded by Cas’s overheated, sweaty, sleepy body? To feel the rise and fall that marked the cadence of his breath and know that he was real. That they were real.

This is crazy, Dean thought, the sudden heartache, almost a physical pain inside him.

Dean needed him. Now.

Needed to know he was safe.

Dean shook his head. What did that even mean? Of course he was safe. The hospital would have called if…

He fought the urge to grab the phone and call Cas in the middle of his shift.

Cas would want him to. Even if he couldn’t talk to Dean right away he’d want to know Dean needed him. He’d find a way to call him back, even if it meant sacrificing his break. Cas was like that. He was always looking out for Dean like that.

Dean hated that he needed it sometimes. He could usually just soldier on through it…but this feeling… this cold at the nape of his neck…the harrowing down his spine…

Dean looked at the clock.

6:01

Dean thought about the way they used to lay, clinging to each other against the threat of toppling onto the floor in the little twin-sized bed they shared in Cas’s old apartment. Thought about their sweat drenched bodies sliding against one another in the California night. Soft lips on hot skin...limbs tangled... never a care for personal space. He thought about how Cas’s legs seemed to always weave themselves around his so perfectly, no matter how humid the summer night, when they were young.

Dean tossed in the bed, switching sides, shifting up against the edge as if doing so could put himself back there, a balancing act - shifting Cas’s pillows behind him to pretend there was a body at his back. It wasn’t the same, and still the need to see him, to touch his face, to kiss his lips….

6:07

He got up and squeezed into the narrow shower stall of their bathroom, pressing himself against the back wall until the water temperature was right. If he hurried he could swing by the hospital before going to the garage. Bring Cas a thermos of coffee or something - just because.  

As much as they hated hiding their relationship, they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. Cas needed a chance to establish himself without having to deal with hateful bullshit and discrimination. For that matter, there was no doubt in Dean’s mind that his new boss at the garage would fire him if he knew Dean was playing doctor with Dr. Novak.

Would it be too obvious? Cas’s “roommate” bringing him coffee in the middle of his shift?

Nah.

He was being paranoid. Friends do nice things for each other all the time.

Dean made a fresh pot of coffee and poured most of it in his work thermos, adding in sugar and cream, just the way Cas liked it.

He quickly made a ham and cheese sandwich, wrapped it in foil, and put it in the metal Stanley lunchbox that he’d had since he worked in Sacramento at Bobby’s, along with another banana, a hostess fruit pie, and two cans of A&W. He placed the lunchbox and thermos in his backpack, grabbed his army surplus jacket from the hook by the door and headed out.

The hum of the 4 stroke engine of his motorcycle grounded him. Pamela was forever making jokes about it but it beat her badass Harley with its ape-hanger handlebars any day for sheer power, and for a moment, as he sped down the dirt driveway of their new property toward the main road, Dean felt like he was flying, leaving that shadow that had plagued his morning in the dust.

There was barely any traffic, when he got into town, early as it was for even the morning commute. Still, the noise of the engine garnered him a few frowns and disgruntled looks from people waiting for buses while he waited for the lights to turn.

7:09

Dean pulled into the grounds of Angels of Mercy Hospital. He parked the bike in the emergency room lot and made his way into the lobby. Cas was working in the ER today. He went to the main desk which was currently unoccupied except for the receptionist flipping through the latest copy of the Ladies Home Journal.

“Hey,” Dean said.

“Hello,” the woman smiled, closing the magazine and pushing it aside, her eyes alighting on Dean with an interested smile.

“I’m a friend of Castiel Novak. You don’t happen to know if he has a minute, do you? It’s not an emergency or anything,” Dean said, feeling foolish even saying that part given he’d just walked into the ER.  “I just have something for him.”

Just then a doctor in a white coat, stethoscope round his neck, popped into the registration area. “Wendy I just got a call that they’re flying in a patient from that accident on 97 and another ambulance is en route. Direct anyone with non-life-threatening conditions to the clinic on Broad Street okay?”

“Yes, Dr. Wallace. Oh! Would you happen to know where Dr. Novak is? This gentleman has something for him.”

The stupidly handsome doctor with the blue eyes and perfectly white smile regarded Dean, offering a handshake in greeting. “Inias Wallace. I’m Dr. Novak’s Attending Physician. How can I help you?”

Dean wasn’t expecting the jolt to the spine that ran through his limbs making him feel he might sprout claws from his fingertips, nor the way his eyes narrowed on Wallace like a sniper.

No.

No you can’t fucking help me. Where’s Cas?

“Dean Winchester,” he said with a squaring of shoulders and lift to his chin. He shook Wallace’s hand.  

“Oh, Dean! Cas mentioned you. You’re his roommate aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Dean said thickly, fighting the urge to tell this guy exactly who he was to Cas. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“He’s asleep in the on-call room at the moment. We had a pretty long night. Do you want me to wake him?”

“No!” Dean shook his head. He’d figured catching Cas in a free moment was a long shot, still, it was a disappointment to say the least, and making things worse… the way this guy spoke about Cas like he was his keeper.

“No, don’t wake him.”

A voice in his head told Dean he was being unreasonable. This guy was in charge of the Residents. He should be glad he was looking out for Cas.

Dean reached into his backpack, pulling out the thermos of coffee. “When he does wake up, can you give him this though? It’s just coffee. I was on my way to work so figured I’d stop by and bring him some.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Wallace said, taking the thermos.

“Yeah,” Dean said, slipping his hands in his pockets. He was stalling now, hoping Cas would pop through the door if he just waited a minute longer. “Okay…okay well, anyway…gotta go,” Dean nodded to them both finally, and turned to leave.

*****

Dean finished replacing the carburetor on a Ford Escort when he was called into the office. He checked his watch.

10:17

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, some guy called. I told him you were working. Said to tell you thanks for the coffee. I ain’t your answering service Winchester.”

“Yeah..No..I mean. Thanks for the message.”

“Hey, there’s a station wagon out in the lot waitin on brake pads and an inspection, and a Volkswagon with a leak in the cooling system. Get on it, pretty boy.”

Get on it.

Dean took a deep breath and reminded himself that he needed this job, at least for now, if he and Cas were ever gonna build a life for themselves here. He checked his watch again as if by some miracle it would tell him more than two minutes had passed by since the last time he checked. No dice.

3:41

“Winchester, inventory the shipment of the new parts we got in, then punch out.”

He took the clipboard from the shop manager and made his way to the back of the shop.

“Hey, Dean, why don’t you come out with me and Richie for a few drinks later,” one of the full-time mechanics offered.

“Yeah Dean, you can witness this loser hit on every chick with a pulse and strike out anyway!” Richie laughed.

“Shut up faggot! At least I ain’t afraid to approach a woman. You just stare at your feet and mumble if one of 'em tries to even talk to you.”

“Thanks, guys. After this I got somewhere to be,” Dean said, eyeing the inventory list.

“Is she hot?”

4:10

Cas should have been home twenty minutes ago. Dean turned on the tv and went to the window, but there was still no sign of Cas coming up the road.

Dean reprimanded himself. This wasn’t like him, hovering like this, but ever since this morning there’d been this itch under his skin that he couldn’t scratch.

He went to the sink to put away the dishes that had been left to dry in the rack the night before. One slipped from his hand smashing on the floor. Cas’s NYU mug.

Shit!

Dean bent over to pick up the shards before Freddie could come nosing around and injure a paw.

Fuck. It was the only thing Cas really had from his time in New York City. Now Dean had fucking broken it.

And where was Cas? Why wasn’t he here?

It was too quiet here without him. It was… empty.

Dean suddenly felt like he was being pulled under water, into a dark overwhelming gloom.

It had been nagging at him all day. This feeling like something was just behind him, something he was trying to outrun…he’d tried keeping busy all day just to keep ahead of it, knowing if he slowed down it would catch him…pull him under…. Ruin him.

5:01

Cas wasn’t coming home.

That’s crazy…he’s coming home…of course he’s….

The metallic taste filled his mouth.

Fuck!

Breathe through it…it’ll pass

Breathe….fuck!

Dean couldn’t breathe.

He looked around the living room of the trailer…he was alone…

I’m going to lose him.

He was only ever going to be alone…Cas was gone…he’d lost him somehow…

“Cas?”

Despair covered him like a shroud…heavy and crippling… malevolent…

He was going to die alone…

Maybe that was okay…at least the dying part

Then maybe he’d be with Cas…

What? No…Fuck!

Dean couldn’t breathe…

He needed air… this fucking yellow light on everything …Dean needed air…

He burst out the front door trying to suck in the fresh air but his chest was too tight…

Five things…find five things…

Dean stumbled toward the patch of trees…

The crunch of last year's leaves underfoot…rough bark on his palm…

Breathe…

Fuck! Don’t pass out here….fuck!

He sank down…back against the tree…pulling his knees up…head between his knees

Breathe Dean…fucking breathe…

The ground was cold and damp beneath him…

Cold like Cas’s hand…like Cas’s body…

No!

This isn’t real!

The ground, Dean refocused …cold and damp…how many was that? Shit! He hadn’t been counting.

I’m gonna lose him…

He closed his eyes tight…hand cradling his forehead….he was alone….

I love you….I love you….

Inhale…..Exhale…..Inhale….

Breathe Dean….

It’s…it’s gonna be okay…breathe….

“Breathe Dean…”

Inhale….Exhale….

“I’ve got you…breathe with me….inhale…exhale…”

Five things…five things he could sense...

Crunch of last year's leaves next to him…cold ground where he sat….

“You’re okay, Dean...inhale….”

Rough scrape of bark against his skin…

“It’ll pass…”

Birdsong in the trees….warm sun on his face….a calm voice...

“Can you look at me, baby? ...Dean, look at me, sweetheart.”

Warm hands on his skin…gentle hands…

“You’re doing so good, Baby…you’re okay…it’ll pass…I love you…”

Cas’s hands…

I love you…

Cas….

“I love you… It’s okay…breathe with me, Dean…”

“Cas?”

“I’m here,” Cas said. “Dean. I’m right here. Just keep breathing with me.”

Inhale…..Exhale….

Cas’s body, warm against his side where he crouched next to Dean…

Inhale……..Exhale…….

Inhale………….Exhale……..

“You're doing so good, Dean. You’re okay.”

“Cas….Cas, I’m so sorry!”

Cas regarded him, concerned eyes soft on his own, “For what, baby?”

“For leaving you…I’m sorry I wasn’t what you needed me to be…”

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” Cas’s hand rubbed circles on his back.

“When I left you…all those years…I left you..”

“But you came back,” Cas’s brow knitted as he searched Dean’s face. “Sweetheart…that was a long time ago,” Cas touched the back of his hand to Dean’s forehead, checking for fever.

Dean took his hand…gripped it tight against his chest.

“I know…I know Cas…I don’t know why I…I just woke up this morning and I…” Dean shook his head. “It felt like I was losing you.”

“Dean,” Cas cocked his head, his tone mildly admonishing. “Don’t you know by now you’re stuck with me?” Cas smiled, his free hand cupping Dean’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You weren’t….” You were gone, Dean thought. I lost you… . He searched Cas’s eyes. Cas hadn’t left him….why did he even think that? They were okay….they were going to be okay… “It doesn’t matter now,” he said finally, closing his eyes and shaking his head to clear it.

When he opened them again Cas was appraising him, eyes blue, like the lupines that grew in their meadow in spring. Blue and full of life and tenderness.

“Come here,” Dean gasped suddenly, pulling Cas into his lap, and clinging to him tightly. Cas let out a little surprised “Oh! Okay!”

Dean cradled the back of Cas’s head with his hand. Cas tucked his face into the crook of Dean’s neck.

This was what he’d needed all day. The reassuring touch he craved. The softness of Cas’s hair against his cheek. The feel of Cas’s heartbeat against his own. His skin smelt clean like the Ivory soap he’d showered with before coming home from his shift.

“I needed this,” Dean confessed, his lips against Cas’s hair. “I just needed to feel you…to touch you.  I can’t explain it.”

“I tried to call you, but your boss is a real dick.”

“Heh,” Dean huffed, with a tired smile. “Don’t I know it.”

Cas hummed, thoughtfully. He shifted back in Dean’s arms, letting go enough to see his face.

“It was a nice surprise. The coffee.”

“It wasn’t nothin, Cas,” Dean blushed, knowing Cas was assessing him now, searching his expression with a worried little pinch to his brow.

Cas lifted his hand to cup Dean’s cheek. Dean placed his own hand against Cas’s, holding it there before placing a kiss on his palm.

“I broke your mug,” Dean remembered suddenly. He gripped Cas’s hand, pulling it away from his face, but holding on, caressing Cas’s fingers and palm. “The NYU one. I’m sorry, Cas.”

“Oh! That’s okay. I didn’t really like that one anyway,” Cas's lips quirked into a smile as he caught Dean’s eyes again.  “It’s too wide. Too much surface area. The coffee and tea always get cold too fast in that one.”

Cas shifted off Dean’s lap, sitting next to him, both of their backs against the tree. He smiled softly. “Should we go inside? Or do you need a change of scene?”

Dean searched Cas’s face as if looking at him for the first time, trying to take in every feature, every crinkle and laugh line and commit it to memory. He swept the hair from Cas’s forehead smiling back. “Maybe…maybe a quick drive with you. Just…yeah..change of scene for a bit, but…I just really want us to spend time together tonight.”

“We could go into town and get a pizza,” Cas suggested. He looked around seeming to notice their surroundings. “It’s still warm out. Actually a pretty nice night for a walk through town. I stopped at the pharmacy on the way home and picked up that new motocross mag and a few catalogs that had home designs and blueprints in them. I saw a few that looked nice and wanted to show you. That’s why I was late actually. Sorry I wasn’t home sooner.”

“That’s okay Cas.”

“I guess that might be kind of boring though huh? Just looking at house plans. We can go see a movie if you-”

“No!” Dean interrupted. “Boring is good. Boring is… perfect. But for the record Cas, looking through design catalogs for the home I’m gonna build with you is anything but boring. That was actually really sweet of you.”

Cas smiled with a shy bite to his lip, then stood, offering a hand to Dean and pulling him up.

“Feeling better then?” He asked, regarding Dean, the little furrow in his gaze returning briefly.

“You’re here.” Dean’s hand squeezed Cas’s tighter. “I feel perfect."

They walked to the Impala, Dean holding Cas’s hand, thinking about all the little ways Cas showed Dean every day that he loved him, and about all the ways Dean was going to show his love to Cas in return. Every day.  

A whole lifetime full of love.

[themovieblogonline]

Caddo Lake Review: A Haunting Dive into Time and Trauma

Caddo Lake is a thought-provoking thriller that weaves together mystery, supernatural elements, and deeply personal traumas in an atmospheric narrative. Directed by Celine Held and Logan George, the film deftly blends a story about family tension with a time-warping, psychological exploration of grief and loss. With M. Night Shyamalan producing, this movie contains the kind of emotional intensity and unexpected twists that fans of his work might anticipate. The strong performances by Dylan O’Brien and Eliza Scanlen further enhance the film’s haunting atmosphere, even as its intricate plot occasionally threatens to overwhelm its character-driven core. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rrx_lZxzjbQ An eerie central location: At the heart of Caddo Lake is its titular location, a sprawling, eerie body of water in Texas. The lake serves as both a physical and metaphysical presence, drawing the characters into its mysterious, time-bending pull. The setting, beautifully shot with murky, desaturated tones, feels almost like a character in its own right, embodying the layers of history and pain that ripple through the narrative. Premise: The film opens by focusing on Ellie (Eliza Scanlen), a rebellious teenager clashing with her family as she grapples with her place in a fractured household. Her step-sister Anna’s sudden disappearance near Caddo Lake marks the catalyst for the film’s central mystery. As Ellie embarks on a search to uncover what happened to Anna, she discovers that the lake holds the key to more than just the recent events—it also bridges past and present, unraveling a multigenerational web of trauma and connections she never anticipated. Parallel to this storyline is Paris (Dylan O’Brien), whose life is marked by tragedy when his mother drives their car off a bridge, leaving him to survive while she perishes. His investigation into the inexplicable event leads him back to Caddo Lake, where he too confronts the time-bending forces at play. As the stories of Ellie and Paris converge, the film builds tension while blurring the lines between reality and memory, grief and hope. Narrative structure: Caddo Lake’s narrative structure is both its strength and its potential pitfall. The film uses time manipulation as a central device, with different characters interacting with various time periods as they seek answers. Ellie’s discovery of her ability to travel through time when she walks across the receded lake bed adds layers of complexity, and the story grows increasingly convoluted as different time periods, characters, and plot threads intersect. There is something compelling about the way the film plays with the butterfly effect—the idea that small actions across time can have profound consequences on the present. For example, when Ellie encounters younger versions of people she knows in the future, the film challenges its characters to reckon with the weight of their actions and their family histories. The revelation that Ellie’s step-sister Anna is actually her grandmother creates a surprising and deeply personal twist that elevates the film’s emotional stakes. An ambitious story: However, the film’s ambition in weaving multiple timelines and mysteries together sometimes feels overly ambitious. While its core themes of trauma and familial connection are powerful, the plot occasionally loses focus in favor of intricate reveals and temporal disorientation. At times, it becomes difficult to keep track of how the various timelines align, which might frustrate viewers looking for a more streamlined narrative. Yet for those willing to embrace its intricacies, Caddo Lake offers a puzzle-like experience that challenges expectations and rewards close attention. Lead cast: What anchors Caddo Lake amidst its twisting, time-bending plot is the strength of its cast. Eliza Scanlen delivers a standout performance as Ellie, embodying the frustration, confusion, and determination of a teenager grappling with both typical adolescent angst and the extraordinary, supernatural mystery she finds herself entangled in. Her emotional range allows her to seamlessly shift between moments of deep vulnerability and fierce resilience, making Ellie a compelling character to root for. Dylan O’Brien as Paris brings a sense of quiet desperation to his role. His grief over his mother’s death and his search for answers about the circumstances of her crash add layers of pathos to his character. The scenes in which he tries to reconcile his experiences with the lake’s strange powers are some of the film’s most compelling, showcasing O’Brien’s ability to balance sorrow and determination. Supporting cast: Supporting performances, particularly from Lauren Ambrose as Ellie’s mother Celeste and Caroline Falk as Anna, add depth to the familial drama at the heart of the story. Ambrose portrays a mother trying to hold her fractured family together, while her past holds secrets that tie into the central mystery. Her scenes with Scanlen are emotionally charged, as their strained relationship becomes central to the film’s resolution. Eric Lange, as Ellie’s step-father Daniel, also adds complexity to the family dynamic, particularly as his connection to the past is revealed. Shyamalan's involvement and themes: With Shyamalan attached as a producer, Caddo Lake carries an air of suspense and psychological intrigue reminiscent of his work. While Held and George put their own distinct stamp on the film, Shyamalan’s influence is felt in the film’s focus on emotional undercurrents and the use of supernatural elements to explore deeper, more human fears. The film’s most powerful moments come not from the time-traveling revelations but from the characters’ emotional reckonings with their pasts and the impact their actions have on their loved ones. Caddo Lake also touches on themes of fate, legacy, and the cyclical nature of trauma. By using time displacement as a metaphor for how unresolved grief can haunt generations, the film delves into how past wounds shape the present. The final act, in particular, emphasizes the emotional weight of the film’s twists, as Ellie and Paris grapple with the revelation that their fates are intertwined in unexpected ways. Overall: Caddo Lake deserves praise for its ambitious storytelling, powerful performances, and atmospheric visuals. The film’s intricate plot may not always land as smoothly as intended, with certain narrative threads feeling overly complex or unresolved, but its emotional core keeps the viewer engaged. Eliza Scanlen and Dylan O’Brien bring vulnerability and depth to their roles, grounding the film’s supernatural elements in relatable, human struggles. For those who appreciate mysteries with a psychological edge and don’t mind a complex, time-bending narrative, Caddo Lake offers an engaging and suspenseful journey into the unknown depths of family, grief, and the passage of time. Read the full article

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The Cat in the Chrysalis: An Unveiling Spoiler

Ever heard of the cat in the chrysalis spoiler? It's a story that's got everyone buzzing, filled with mystery, transformation, and a sprinkle of magic. From the moment you dive into this tale, you're hooked, wondering what secrets lie within that delicate shell. So, what exactly is the cat in the chrysalis spoiler, and why is it so captivating?

The Unexpected Discovery

It all began on a foggy morning in a small, sleepy town. Emma, a curious young girl with an eye for the unusual, was exploring the woods behind her house. She stumbled upon a chrysalis that seemed larger than usual, almost as if it was hiding something extraordinary. Little did she know, this was no ordinary chrysalis—it was the cat in the chrysalis spoiler that would change her life forever.

A Closer Look

Intrigued, Emma took the chrysalis home, carefully placing it in a jar on her windowsill. Day by day, she observed it, noting the subtle changes. Her imagination ran wild with possibilities. What could be inside? Why did it seem so different? Her curiosity was infectious, soon spreading to her family and friends.

Grandmother's Wisdom

Emma's grandmother, a wise woman with a knack for storytelling, noticed the chrysalis and recognized it immediately. She had heard tales of the cat in the chrysalis spoiler from her own grandmother, stories of magical transformations and hidden truths. Sitting Emma down, she began to unravel the legend.

The Ancient Tale

According to the ancient lore, there was once a mystical cat that possessed the power to transform into a butterfly. This cat, known for its wisdom and grace, would retreat into a chrysalis during times of great need, emerging later with new abilities and insights. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler was a symbol of hope and renewal, a beacon of light in dark times.

The Magic Unfolds

As the days passed, Emma and her grandmother watched the chrysalis with bated breath. The day finally came when the chrysalis began to crack open. With wide eyes, they witnessed a transformation that defied all logic. Out came a cat, its fur shimmering with an ethereal glow, eyes reflecting centuries of wisdom.

The Awakening

The cat stretched and yawned, as if waking from a deep slumber. It looked at Emma with an intensity that took her breath away. She knew in that moment that this cat was special, that it carried within it the secrets of the past and the promise of the future. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler had revealed itself in all its glory.

The Cat's Journey

With its newfound freedom, the cat embarked on a journey through the town, exploring every nook and cranny. Emma followed closely, her heart pounding with excitement. The cat seemed to have a purpose, a destination known only to itself. Along the way, it left a trail of wonder and inspiration.

Encounters Along the Way

As they journeyed together, the cat and Emma encountered various townsfolk, each with their own stories and struggles. The cat's presence brought comfort and hope, its magical aura affecting everyone it met. People began to speak of the cat in the chrysalis spoiler, sharing their experiences and marveling at its impact.

The Lessons Learned

Through her adventures with the cat, Emma learned valuable lessons about life and transformation. She realized that change, though often frightening, could lead to growth and new beginnings. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler was a constant reminder that within each of us lies the potential for extraordinary change.

Embracing Change

Emma's newfound wisdom inspired her to embrace change in her own life. She started to see the world through a different lens, appreciating the beauty in every moment. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler had not only transformed itself but had also ignited a spark within Emma, encouraging her to follow her dreams and trust in the journey.

The Ripple Effect

The cat's journey through the town had a ripple effect, touching the lives of many. Stories of its magical presence spread far and wide, inspiring people to look within themselves and seek their own transformations. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler became a symbol of hope and resilience, a reminder that we all have the power to change.

Community Transformation

The town itself began to change, its inhabitants united by the common thread of the cat's influence. They started to support one another more, fostering a sense of community and belonging. The cat in the chrysalis spoiler had brought them together, showing them that together, they could achieve great things.

The Mystery Deepens

Despite the cat's profound impact, its origin remained a mystery. Where did it come from? Why did it choose this particular chrysalis? These questions lingered in the minds of the townsfolk, adding to the allure of the cat in the chrysalis spoiler. The more they pondered, the more they realized that some mysteries are best left unsolved.

Speculations and Theories

People speculated endlessly about the cat's origins. Some believed it was a guardian spirit, sent to protect the town in times of need. Others thought it might be an ancient being, reincarnated to share its wisdom. Whatever the truth, the cat in the chrysalis spoiler continued to captivate and inspire, its mystery adding to its magic.

Conclusion

The tale of the cat in the chrysalis spoiler is one of transformation, hope, and the magic of the unknown. It teaches us that change, though often challenging, can lead to incredible growth and new beginnings. As we journey through our own lives, let us remember the lessons of the chrysalis cat: to embrace change, seek out the mysteries of the world, and find beauty in the most unexpected places. Who knows? Perhaps one day, you'll stumble upon your own chrysalis and discover the magic within.

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Wings of Harmony: The Butterfly Effect Chronicles"

Once upon a time, in the small town of Harmonyville, lived three best friends named Lyric, Luna, and Nova. They were inseparable and always found joy in their adventures around town. One day, as they were exploring the enchanted forest behind Nova's house, they stumbled upon a hidden butterfly garden.

Amid the sea of colorful wings, their eyes landed on three mesmerizing butterflies. Each butterfly had a unique pattern that matched their personalities perfectly. Lyric's butterfly shimmered with vibrant hues of blue, reflecting her creativity and emotional depth. Luna's butterfly flaunted an ethereal glow, symbolizing her calming presence and intuitive nature. Lastly, Nova's butterfly boasted fiery red and orange wings, mirroring her fierce determination and leadership qualities.

Unbeknownst to the girls, the butterflies possessed a magical power known as the butterfly effect. Whenever the girls wished for something while being near the butterflies, their desires caused unexpected ripples of change in the world. Excited, they decided to use their newfound ability to bring happiness and whimsy to their beloved town.

One sunny morning, Lyric quietly wished for a lush flower garden in the town square. To her astonishment, colorful blossoms instantly sprouted, filling the air with a sweet scent that made everyone smile. Luna, intrigued by the butterfly effect, wished for music to echo through the streets, and gentle melodies began drifting from every corner, reaching the hearts of everyone who heard them.

As word spread about these miraculous occurrences, the townspeople began feeling uplifted and inspired. Gardens bloomed, art flourished, and people became kinder to one another, all thanks to the butterfly effect and the girls' wishes. The girls reveled in the awe-inspiring transformations, but they knew they had to be cautious with their powers to prevent any unintended consequences.

However, not everyone understood the magic behind these changes. The town's mayor, Mr. Grimsby, was suspicious and believed that the girls were up to no good. He was consumed with envy, as his own ambitions for power paled in comparison to the happiness radiating through Harmonyville.

Determined to put an end to the girls' influence, Mr. Grimsby concocted a plan. Under the cover of night, he sneaked into the butterfly garden, captured the butterflies, and locked them away. The magic held within their delicate wings began to wane, and the once-thriving town of Harmonyville slowly returned to its ordinary self.

Feeling dejected by the sudden darkness that had enveloped their beloved town, Lyric, Luna, and Nova found solace in one another. They knew they needed to find a way to bring back the magic they had inadvertently lost.

Together, they devised a plan to rescue the butterflies and release their magic back into the world. With their unwavering determination and the support of the townspeople, they broke into the mayor's mansion. The girls successfully retrieved the butterflies, and as soon as they were set free, their wings shimmered with renewed energy.

The reinvigorated butterflies took flight, and Harmonyville burst to life once more. Flowers blossomed, music played, and laughter filled the air. The townspeople rejoiced, realizing the girls' intentions were pure and their magic likened to a gentle breeze that carried warmth and joy throughout the community.

Grateful for their courage and kindness, the townspeople expressed their gratitude to Lyric, Luna, and Nova. The girls had not only saved the butterfly effect but also rediscovered the power of unity and friendship. From that day onward, their bond grew even stronger, as they continued to shape the world around them with the magical influence of the butterflies.

And so, Harmonyville thrived, as the butterfly effect brought forth a never-ending wave of beauty, inspiration, and love, all thanks to the unwavering spirits of Lyric, Luna, and Nova.

As the years went by, Lyric, Luna, and Nova became known as the heroines of Harmonyville. Their names were spoken with reverence, and their story was passed down from one generation to the next, inspiring hope and reminding the townspeople of the power they held within themselves.

With the return of the butterfly effect, new adventures began to unfold. Lyric used her creative abilities to organize art festivals and workshops, encouraging everyone to express themselves freely. Her butterfly continued to inspire imagination, transferring her passion onto canvas and turning Harmonyville into an artistic haven.

Luna, with her empathetic nature, established a sanctuary for lost and injured animals. Her butterfly's gentle glow soothed the animals' wounds, and Luna's compassion brought them back to health. The sanctuary became a symbol of love and respect for all living creatures, attracting visitors from far and wide.

Meanwhile, Nova's determined spirit led her to create programs that empowered the youth of Harmonyville. Her butterfly's vibrant colors ignited the flames of ambition in the hearts of young dreamers. She inspired them to follow their passions, teaching them important life skills and encouraging them to make a difference in their community.

As Lyric, Luna, and Nova continued their benevolent work, they faced new challenges. Darkness appeared once again in the form of a greedy businessman named Mr. Malter. He saw the renewed vitality in Harmonyville and wanted to exploit it for his own gain. Mr. Malter was determined to harness the power of the butterfly effect, believing it would bring him immense wealth and influence.

Undeterred by their previous triumph, Lyric, Luna, and Nova banded together, ready to protect their town and the magical butterflies. They discovered a hidden ancient artifact, rumored to amplify the magic of the butterflies, and agreed to use it as a last resort if necessary.

However, they didn't underestimate the unity of the townspeople, who stood behind them in strength and solidarity. Together, they organized peaceful protests and rallies, spreading awareness about the importance of preserving Harmonyville's natural beauty and the magic that thrived within it.

Their unwavering determination touched the hearts of many and even inspired some of Mr. Malter's employees to turn against him. Realizing the error of his ways, he ultimately withdrew his plans, renouncing his greed and seeking forgiveness from the town he had tried to exploit.

With Mr. Malter defeated, Harmonyville once again thrived under the guardianship of Lyric, Luna, and Nova. The butterfly effect continued to weave its magic, nurturing the town and its people. Harmonyville became a beacon of inspiration and a testament to the power of friendship, unity, and the extraordinary capabilities that lay within ordinary individuals.

Lyric, Luna, and Nova, now grown into wise and respected women, watched with pride as their beloved town flourished through the years. And even after they themselves had passed on, their legacy lived on. The butterfly effect remained alive and well, carried forward by a new generation that believed in the collective power of goodness and the ability to create positive change.

And so, the story of Harmonyville became a timeless tale, reminding everyone that even the smallest actions could spark a chain reaction of love, hope, and transformation. The butterflies continued to dance through the town, their wings whispering stories of resilience, beauty, and the eternal promise of a harmonious world.

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Navigating Change: Transforming Challenges into Catalysts for Growth

Greetings, seekers of growth and transformation! With over two decades of experience in high-performance life coaching, I've witnessed firsthand the incredible power of change – the kind that propels us forward and transforms our lives. Today, let's embark on a journey through the realm of change, as we explore how embracing it can lead to remarkable growth.

Embracing the Butterfly Effect: Picture the humble caterpillar, undergoing a remarkable metamorphosis to become a butterfly. Just as the caterpillar navigates change to realize its full potential, we too can embrace change as a catalyst for our personal and professional growth. In this blog, I'll shed light on how "The Journey of the Dreamer" guides you through the art of embracing change with resilience and grace.

Adapting to the Unpredictable: Life's landscape is ever-changing, and adaptability is the compass that guides us through its twists and turns. The book unravels the secrets of embracing change without fear, empowering you to adapt to new circumstances while maintaining your sense of purpose. Discover how the principles within can transform the way you approach change management.

The Ripple Effect of Transformation: When you learn to navigate change, a ripple effect occurs – transforming not just your circumstances, but your mindset as well. Through engaging anecdotes and actionable insights, "The Journey of the Dreamer" empowers you to turn challenges into stepping stones towards growth. You'll witness firsthand how embracing change can lead to profound transformation in various aspects of your life.

Change: A Gateway to Opportunity: At times, change arrives unannounced, presenting itself as an unexpected challenge. Yet, within these challenges lies the seed of opportunity. The book delves into strategies that help you recognize and harness these opportunities, enabling you to pivot and flourish, even in the face of uncertainty.

Your Call to Action: Ready to navigate change with resilience and grace? "The Journey of the Dreamer" serves as your compass, guiding you through uncharted waters and helping you uncover the treasures hidden within change's embrace.

Engagement Invitation: Let's embark on a collective journey of growth! Share a story in the comments below about a time when embracing change led to a positive outcome in your career or personal life. Your experiences can inspire others to see change as a stepping stone to their own growth.

Change is inevitable, but its impact is not. With the right mindset and tools, we can transform challenges into catalysts for extraordinary growth. Dive into "The Journey of the Dreamer" and discover how embracing change can lead to a life of transformation and opportunity.

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Demystifying Moody’s: Your Gateway to Understanding Credit Ratings

Embarking on your journey as a budding stock market investor opens up a world of financial possibilities. Among the influential players in this realm is Moody's – a name that holds the key to deciphering credit ratings and financial evaluations. Join us as we unravel the mysteries of Moody's in a way that resonates with beginners, and let's dive into the captivating world of credit assessments.

Summary

1. Unraveling Credit Ratings: Your Compass in the Financial Landscape

2. Cracking the Code: What Influences Those Ratings?

3. Taking a Closer Look: The Art of Credit AnalysisThe

4. Butterfly Effect: How Moody's Ripples Through Markets

5. A Global Perspective: Moody's and Sovereign Ratings

6. Embracing Tomorrow: Moody's Journey of Innovation

1. Unraveling Credit Ratings: Your Compass in the Financial Landscape

Picture credit ratings as your financial compass – guiding you through the labyrinth of investments. From the highest Aaa to the lowest C, these ratings reveal the level of risk linked to an investment. As we venture forth, we'll explore how Moody's rating scale translates into actionable insights for investors like you.

2. Cracking the Code: What Influences Those Ratings?

Behind the scenes, a symphony of factors shapes Moody's credit ratings. Financial performance, market dynamics, and industry trends are the notes that compose this melody. Imagine peering into a company's financial statements, cash flow projections, and debt structures – that's exactly what Moody's does to evaluate their creditworthiness.

3. Taking a Closer Look: The Art of Credit Analysis

Gaze through the lens of credit analysis, and you'll uncover Moody's meticulous methodology. They go beyond numbers, diving into both quantitative data and qualitative assessments. This dynamic approach paints a holistic picture, letting you see not just the numbers, but the stories behind them.

“In the short run, the market is a voting machine, but in the long run, it is a weighing machine." – Benjamin Graham

4. The Butterfly Effect: How Moody's Ripples Through Markets

Prepare to be amazed by Moody's influence. Changes in credit ratings are like pebbles in a pond, creating ripples that touch everything from borrowing costs to stock prices. These ratings have the power to sway investor decisions, reshape market landscapes, and remind us of the interconnectedness of financial systems.

5. A Global Perspective: Moody's and Sovereign Ratings

Zoom out to the global stage, where Moody's sovereign ratings take the spotlight. They assess countries' economic stability and creditworthiness, impacting interest rates and foreign investments. It's like a report card for nations, guiding investors through the intricacies of global economies.

“The four most dangerous words in investing are: 'This time it's different.'" – Sir John Templeton

6. Embracing Tomorrow: Moody's Journey of Innovation

Just as you're embarking on your investment journey, Moody's is also evolving. They're not just about numbers – they're diving into Environmental, Social, and Governance (ESG) assessments. This forward-thinking approach aligns with modern investment values, reflecting a commitment to a brighter financial future.

Conclusion: Your Journey Begins

Armed with insights, curiosity, and the guidance of Moody's, you stand on the threshold of a transformative investment journey. As you dive deeper into the world of finance, remember the wisdom shared by renowned investors and let it fuel your path to success.

“In the short run, the market is a voting machine, but in the long run, it is a weighing machine." – Benjamin Graham

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loving the questions in multiverse of madness about whether you can trust someone or not based on the actions of their alternate selves because like, yeah, repeating patterns of behavior Are something you can use to effectively judge character, but also how many butterfly effect ripples in your history does it take for one version of you to become a different version? which versions are more reliable, the ones where everything is different but you behaved the same way, or the ones where everything is the same but you behaved completely differently?

838-strange had the same relationship with christine - undefined, never ended up together - but he didn't have the same relationship with the avengers, bc he ended up starting the illuminati & understanding the multiverse. which was the more effective factor in him fucking with the darkhold & causing an incursion? was there a tony stark willing to fall on his sword for that one chance at victory on 838, making his obsession with the darkhold pointless egoism - the need to hold the knife, as christine says - or did his affiliation with people willing to decide the fates of others - COUGH the illuminati COUGH - lead him to try and be that person himself?

and obviously this would be so fun to explore with other mcu characters, finding their multiversal selves and holding themselves up to the lens of their past choices. loki tried, but...Hm. into the spiderverse and across the spiderverse clearly fucking rocked. zemo would either have a field day or start trying to kill his other selves, for one thing. sam and bucky finding other universes where steve never went back to peggy would be wild. yelena and kate bishop running through endless possibilities for their lives and the lives of natasha & clint; throw some taskmaster into that mix, chasing after them and her own possibilities, and you get a wild fucking ride of grief and regrets.

idk i love the multiverse. i love the theories and the questions it raises. not so hot on what happened to wanda, but she did create a conflict that was Extremely cool.

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Wormholes, or hypothetical shortcuts through space and time, are thought to exist at the quantum foam scale, characterized by fluctuations and uncertainties at the smallest scales of matter and energy. These tiny wormholes may constantly form, disappear, and reform, providing a possible means of traversing vast distances or even different points in time. However, these wormholes are typically too small to be observed or accessed directly.

Through the application of advanced technology developed by CyTech, scientists have captured and expanded these tiny wormholes, allowing objects and, eventually, people to pass through them. This achievement represents a breakthrough in physics and may have significant implications for exploring and understanding the universe.

TIME TRAVEL IN W&V; FROM POINT A TO POINT B In the blink of an eye, your character is transported to the liminal space - a mysterious, empty realm that takes the form of a deserted mall, abandoned office, or ethereal hallway. No matter where they find themselves, the liminal space is always empty. They are nowhere and everywhere. They are a foreign body, an unwanted mote in the eye of time and space, and it must try to reject them.

A gentle pressure guides them, pulls them toward a long hallway where a door awaits. Behind the threshold lies the era you have chosen for your character. As they cross the threshold, the door disappears, and the liminal space fades away, consumed by the vastness of time and space.

WHO WERE THE ALPHA CANDIDATES, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM? The Alpha Candidates were the pioneering subjects of Project Butterfly, a daring experiment conducted by CyTech scientists. In their search for the “perfect” candidates, the scientists scoured population records for individuals with few familial or personal ties, whom they targeted with promises of adventure and the opportunity to be part of something greater than themselves.

Considerations of safety and the potential consequences of altering the fabric of time and space were not given sufficient weight in the decision-making process. Upon signing a non-disclosure agreement and completing the Time Travel Readiness Program, their existences were effectively erased from public records. After a year and seven months of training, the Candidates were ready.

Tragically, their disappearance was not meant to be permanent. The Candidates were only supposed to travel through time for five minutes, during which they were to observe and report their findings before returning. But they never came back, and their fate has remained a mystery for the past 44 years.

THE RIPPLE/ VICTIMS OF THE RIPPLE Forty-four years after their initial attempt, CyTech once again ventures into the uncharted territories of time and space with a new group of test subjects. But this time, the experiment goes awry, causing a catastrophic disruption in the fabric of space-time itself.

The Ripple, as it is called, careens through the vastness of the cosmos, pulling people from all over time and space back to the future. It deposits them haphazardly throughout Vullis City.

The Alpha Candidates are not the only ones caught up in this temporal maelstrom. People from every era and dimension are swept up in the Ripple, hurled through time and space to an uncertain fate. What awaits them in this strange, new world, and will they find their way back home? 

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Crackpot tua conspiracy theory time: the Commission only exists because of one instance of time travel they’ve been trying to fix across decades.

Look. I’m no scientist. I’m not gonna lie and say I understand time travel at all. But within the umbrella academy universe, it’s established through the corrections division and the ‘necessity’ of killing people to retain the timeline’s integrity that sometimes history ✨just changes✨ (see Herb working on the Lusitania, or that one guy just deciding to Not do the Hindenburg).

Now, I’m assuming their reasoning (especially bc the Handler makes some remarks to back it up, if I remember right) is that free will just allows people to change their minds about events. That,,,, kind of doesn’t make any sense at all. How can the Hargreeves be living in a timeline that is unchanged before and after Five makes the Hindenburg happen? I suppose the Commission exists in a place outside of time, but Herb didn’t seem to know that there was a timeline in which the world didn’t end in 1963, and how is that possible, if he’s part of the time travel agency that literally monitors all of time? How would he be able to justify Diego being there and being alive without knowing the world at one point was still standing in 2019? I don’t know, and it makes me crazy! The other explanation is multiple universes, but then, why would the Commission be so concerned with fixing all of them? Does every timeline have to align? There’s a lot of holes here.

Here’s where my incredibly unprofessional musings come in: it’s established that you can use time travel to change the past, and that changing it can cause butterfly-effect ripples, like blowing up the FBI building leading to jump starting WWIII, or having enough of an effect on your family dynamics that your sister kills her evil boyfriend before he can get a cool prosthetic eye. That’s all well and good, but if the butterfly effect is far reaching enough, any little change can have an astronomic effect on the future.

Convoluted explanation time: what if, say, you went back in time to change one event, like you really wanted to make sure your great great Uncle Ron didn’t die in the Second World War or whatever. You go back in time, maybe you kill the friend that convinced Ron to sign up to go to war in the first place, bam, Ron lives into his 80s and everything is great. Only one problem: the butterfly effect. Killing that one friend leads to that friend’s kid never being born, and that kid was somehow instrumental in making sure Nixon gets elected. You have to go back in time again just to make the timeline what it once was, but in doing that, mess up four more things, then another six fixing those. All to save stupid great great Uncle Ron.

My hypothesis is that the Commission only exists to keep fixing butterflies from one event. Hazel and Cha Cha killing that woman in that ancient Japanese temple to fix a butterfly caused by another Commission hit creates yet another butterfly that requires other agents to go even further back in time to fix, and so the cycle goes. 

This is literally the only way TUA time travel makes any sense to me, and would explain why the timeline is constantly in flux and why the Commission needs to change it.

My one question is, if this is in fact what’s going on, what was the original butterfly? What was the great great Uncle Ron in this scenario? Does it have something to do with Reginald’s alien race, which could easily be connected to the Commission? 

I don’t know! I doubt this is canon, but I sure as hell think it would be interesting to explore!

(sure, this theory doesn’t explain why the Hargreeves are able to exist in a timeline where their own births can’t occur after the world is preemptively ended in the 60s, but that’s a whole other animal that I’m just gonna pointedly ignore <3)

[jennagill]

Take a Shot at Love

Summary: Katniss is new in town and Peeta is her range guide. Now rated M. 

Part 3 is written for @promptsinpanem in the 15 Days to Finish Your Fic (For Kika) Round. Parts 1 and 2 on AO3 here. They’re short if you missed them in ... checks notes... 2015 and 2018.

Yes. I told him yes. His face brightened into a warm smile at my acceptance. We agreed to meet at the Club but that doesn't stop the butterflies in my stomach while I get ready in my apartment. 

Right now I'm struggling with what to wear. Practical over anything else. Closed toe shoes, high neck top, practical above anything else. I don’t want a rogue shell casing burning me. Besides, it's only a Sunday afternoon, right?

So it feels like a date, but I—and anything else in my head is blinded by the flash of someone’s daytime running lights outside my apartment. It’s just someone turning around but my eyes cut to the clock and I need to leave now. Long-sleeve turtleneck and vest with jeans it is, as I slide into my boots and head out the door. The drive over to the Capitol Hunting Club is mercifully short, compared to the growing list of questions in my head. I park and grab my bow and quiver with standard arrows before rushing inside. 

The main showroom is packed. Who knew so many people wanted to attend this event? How am I ever going to find Peeta in here? My mind buzzes as I scan for his face when a gentle nudge from behind stops me in my tracks. 

“Hey, found you,” he greets me with another one of those disarming smiles. 

He’s definitely cleaned up well. Gone is the safety hue and in its place, a fetching shade that matches his eyes. 

“Hey, uh yeah. This place is crazy busy. How'd you manage the day off from work?” I ask as my eyes roam the facility and catch a few familiar faces. “Looks like they have the whole staff on point here tonight.”

“I traded a coworker for a few Saturdays. It was quite the negotiation,” he pauses for a long moment, as if he is deciding something. “Ultimately though, I told him that I had a really special date,” he says as heat blooms across his cheeks. 

“So this is a date, then?” I say with caution. “I wasn't sure, so I'm glad we have that clarified.” It almost sounds like a contract, rather than romance.

“It's a date if you allow it,” he stammers as his cheeks reach beet red before settling back into his normal skin tone.

I consider this, weighing my heart, body, and head on the matter. I can only imagine the confusion my face must show until I meet his eyes and the fog begins to lift. “I'll allow it, though...having a first date on Valentine's Day? What kind of omen is that?”

“Truth be told, Katniss, I've been wanting to ask you out for months but never worked up the courage until now,” he says quietly. “I’m not placing any special emphasis on the day, I’m just happy to be here, with you.”

Well that’s hard to argue. “Okay, well where do you want to start?” I try with a smile.

“Shoot first?”

“Pardon?”

“The pistol range, then the archery range, and then the meal?” 

“Oh, I don’t… really know that much about pistols, my only experience with guns is the shooting we did the other weekend.”

“Oh I have a feeling you’ll be dead on with your aim and we can rent from the club too since I don’t own a pistol. I’ll run you through a safety briefing too.”

I keep considering his motives and his actions, if they are aligned or if I’m missing something as we move to the first station. It’s not much more than a series of door frames with walls in between, just enough for two people to stand closely with a shelf at waist height to place the weapons. I watch Peeta take aim at the ringed hearts on paper hung seven yards away. Blue, purple, and pink. Pop, pop, pop, goes my nerves and heart. The sound is too much on this indoor range with the pistols, even with the noise canceling headphones Peeta lent me. 

“Your turn,” he gestures and shows me that the pistol is on safety and pointed down range on the shelf. He changes the target out for good measure too. 

I take the pistol in my hands, forming the teacup he mentioned and squinting at the target. The cool steel chills me—I’m more accustomed to the warm bow wood. I flip the safety off and squeeze the trigger, taking a breath between shots. A crackle of electricity runs through my shoulders and spine as I finish my clip but it’s not the same thrill found in the woods. I take another glance at the target. All of the paper hearts are shredded.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Peeta asks in amazement.

“Thanks, though I think I’ll stick with my bow or trap and skeet,” I say, flipping the safety back on, placing the weapon down, and backing away from the shelf. 

Peeta sends another series of shots down range but I’m done shooting pistols for the day. My fingers are itching to get back on a bow. I go over to the archery station for some sanity while Peeta returns the equipment to the rental booth.

Red balloons are attached to the various targets on the archery range with prizes inside. Peeta takes aim with precision and hits nearly all of them. The slips float down to the floor to be retrieved by attendants. “Bullseye! Have you been taking lessons?” I ask casually. 

“No. I just replayed what you told me in my head, and well—I wanted to impress you.” A lopsided grin sneaks across his face and he shuffles his feet.

His honesty takes me aback. He says everything in such an offhand way and I am foolish to have suspected ulterior motives. “Well...it shows, you’ve improved a lot since the other day.” 

He beams at the praise and then it’s my turn to shoot. The attendant notices that the standing balloon targets offer no challenge for me, so he releases balloons from a ceiling net I had not seen earlier. At first it seems stupid, but it turns out to be kind of fun. Much more like hunting a moving creature, albeit a slow-moving one. Since I’m hitting everything he releases, he starts increasing the number of balloons in the drop. I forget the rest of the range and this date and lose myself in the shooting. When I manage to take down all five balloons in one round, I realize it’s so quiet I can hear each prize slip hit the floor. I turn and see the majority of the people of the range have stopped to watch me. Their faces show everything from jealous to admiration, though Peeta’s face is the brightest of them all.

The attendant calls for cease fire and I retrieve my arrows and prize slips—gift cards for the Club store and café, mostly. We venture toward the cake and coffee bar set out for this event. I wrinkle my nose at the coffee but notice that they offer hot chocolate too. “Oooh, that cake looks amazing!” 

“You should have a slice, I have it on good authority that it's delicious,” he says.

He's met with a raised eyebrow.

“It's from my parent’s bakery,” he shrugs with another disarming smile. “Red velvet cake, cream cheese icing, and dark chocolate shavings on top.”

And he’s not wrong. The dark flavors burst in my mouth, sending ripple effects down my spine. The cake and hot chocolate together give me a nervous energy, propelling me toward the next steps of this date. I feel like I could run 26.2 miles now, okay maybe just a half marathon. We both finish our desserts though I have something sweeter in mind. 

“Will you walk me out to my car, Peeta?” 

Like a gentleman, he does and he waits patiently while I put up my equipment in the trunk. 

“Katniss, may I kiss you goodnight—”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish because it’s me that leans in, answering his question with my own response. His lips are surprised but warm up instantly to me. His kisses are warm. His kisses leave me dizzy with want. Amazing kisses. Toe-curling kisses. I feel a swipe of his hot tongue in my mouth and I know that I need more.

He must feel the same way since he’s pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw and neck, or what he can reach around my sweater. His body is so firm wrapped up with mine, something I’d like to explore more in private.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be goodnight,” I say to the sinking sun and feel him pause at the shell of my ear, “maybe we can—“ deep breath “maybe we could go back to my place?” 

Peeta clears his throat and meets my eyes, “Really?” His eyes cut to the parking lot, realizing that we’re still in a very public place.

“Um, yeah, I don’t live far from here and you could follow me there, if you—if you want to, that is,” I manage, though my confidence is slipping.

“Heck yeah, lead the way!” he says and grins. 

“Okay, right, well let’s go,” I say before I change my mind.

If I thought the drive over to the Club was short earlier, this one flew by, my mind racing at the scenario I’ve just proposed. We’ve made it back to my place before I can second guess myself any further. 

He parks next to me and follows me to the door, “This is a great location,” he chatters as I unlock it, “I mean, it’s a nice place too,” and then he’s scratching the back of his neck, looking around my sparse apartment.

“Well… as you know, I haven’t been in town very long and it seems like I spend most of my free time out at the Club, trying to compete for your attention with others,” I shrug. 

“Compete?“ he laughs and hides his face in his large hand for a moment. “You don’t have any competition anywhere, Katniss,” and this time, it’s him that leans in. 

Our lips have barely touched when I ask, “Couch or bed?”

He pulls back to look at me and curls that lip of his under a set of very white teeth. “Honestly, Katniss, whatever happens, you’re calling the shots.” 

“Right then, bed it is,” and I pull him into my bedroom.

We spend the next few hours teasing, tasting, and exploring as much of each other as possible since Peeta only has one condom with him. He makes it last though and thoroughly fucks me. My favorite part is probably his ass. I remember checking it out on that very first day, and it’s certainly ample to cup while trying to coax him deeper into my throat or dig my heels into it as I spur him to the orgasms that finally give our bodies peace. My mind wanders just before we drift off to sleep, I just hope he doesn’t have an early shift tomorrow.

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Thank you @papofglencoe for the encouragement and quick beta skills on this third part! It was fun to come out of semi-retirement!

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Argo ch. 3

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2983 words, 3rd person POV

I'm just as surprised as you are that I'm cranking these out so fast. Thanks, NaNoWriMo!

Cross-posting on FFN under PyroTheWereCat

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Saturday dragged so sluggishly for Jason as he waited impatiently to visit Lijah again. He spent the day stalking the outskirts of the camp, trying to watch Lijah as he worked. He was fascinated by Lijah's effect on others; it was clearly shown that it wasn't just Jason who was compelled to change behavior simply by listening to him. The kids loved him, and he was popular with the other counselors as well. Jason caught himself daydreaming a few too many times of being one of them and being able to spend the day with Lijah out in the open like they could.

During one of these moments, Jason stared off across the surface of the lake, the sunlight sparkling across the ripples in the water. He wondered what would have happened over a decade ago if Lijah had been at the camp with him...would the other kids have been enraptured by his presence and listened to him then? Would Jason and Lijah have become friends as quickly as children as they had as adults? Or was it their personal experiences that drew them together now and they were all the better for it?

"Enjoying the view?"

Jason spun to face the speaker, relieved it was only Lijah. Lijah laughed at his reaction and looked out across the lake to see what Jason was seeing.

"It is gorgeous out here, isn't it?" he sighed, his expression dreamy, "I've worked at a few different camps over the years but I think Crystal Lake is my favorite."

Jason's heart still pounded in his chest, despite the surprise having worn off. Why was he so nervous to stand here next to Lijah like this? Did the others feel this way around him too?

"Oh, hey!" Lijah said suddenly, pointing down at the nearest dock where two campers and another counselor stood, "That's Terry and Kira over there with Julie. Kira was bullying Terry since day one of camp, saying she looked ratty and pushing her down - you know, stupid kid insults like that. Terry didn't want to be a tattletale, so she wouldn't say who was picking on her, even though we all knew. The director has a rule that we can't interfere unless the kids come forward so we were stuck for a little while. The other counselors and I came up with a detective game to make Kira realize she was doing something wrong and hurtful and she came forward on her own yesterday to admit it. She's been doing great today at making up with Terry and I think they'll be friends really soon. It's so cool what a little positive reinforcement can do."

Lijah crossed his arms over his chest and gazed proudly out at the two kids, but Jason couldn't stop staring at Lijah. What was it he was feeling right now? Impressed at his ability to handle bullies in a way that the counselors when he was a child never could, certainly, but what else? What was it about Lijah that made Jason want to throw his machete in the lake and never hurt anyone again?

"What's up?" Lijah asked, noticing Jason staring at him, "Did I say something wrong?"

Jason shook his head, but could not tear his eyes away. Lijah had his hair tied back today, pulling it off of his neck and away from his face. There was sweat around his hairline, sticking strands of hair to him in tiny swirls and lines. His freckles were more pronounced in the daylight, and his tanned skin almost glowed, even in the shade of the trees. To Jason, this view was much more appealing than the lake.

"Alrighty then," Lijah said, shrugging it off, "Anyway, I just wanted to say hi since I saw you hanging around up here, but I gotta get back to my group. I'm seeing you tonight, right?"

Jason nodded fervently, excited by every second he got to spend with Lijah. Lijah smiled broadly and waved as he set off back to the camp.

"See you later, Jase!" he called.

Jason gave a small wave back, his stomach full of butterflies. He decided he didn't care why he was feeling this way or what it was about Lijah he liked so much. He felt immeasurably and inexplicably happy for the first time in a long time and he didn't want to overthink it. After all, wasn't that what his mother wanted for him?

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Jason returned to cabin 5 that evening a little earlier than planned. The sun had set, but the sky was still relatively light and the camp was winding down from the day. Jason looked through the bedroom window, but Lijah was not in there yet. He tested the window to see if it was unlocked, and to his luck, it was. He checked his surroundings to ensure no one would see him struggle to squeeze through the narrow opening. It was embarrassing enough that Lijah had to see it last night. The coast was clear, so Jason pushed himself into the bedroom, nearly getting stuck in the process. Once inside, he straightened up and closed the window so bugs would not get in. It struck him as he looked around that he was in Lijah's private room alone.

A little snooping couldn't hurt, right? Jason allowed his eagerness to drive his actions as he explored Lijah's room. He first looked in the dresser drawers to see what other clothes Lijah had besides his work shirts and shorts. From the brief snoop, it seemed that Lijah liked light, muted colors and pants with deep pockets. He also seemed to be a fan of chunky bracelets and wristbands, probably to camouflage and support his delicate wrists.

From there, Jason moved to the books on top of the dresser. Adventure novels, a couple college textbooks in the subjects Lijah had specified as his course of study, some notebooks, including the one Jason had used to communicate with last night, and one romance, all paperbacks that looked well used. Curious about the romance novel, Jason flipped through the pages. Mother never had these kinds of books at home, so he wasn't sure what to expect. His eyes fell upon a passage that described a kiss between the heroine and her strapping, yet emotionally manipulative love interest:

"...her cerulean orbs meeting his stormy grey ones in a passionate stare before their lips collided in a kiss so fiery, so full of desire, it would warm the hardened coals of even Wyatt's darkened heart. Charlie swooned into his massive arms, surrendering herself to his rough touch. Wyatt growled into the kiss, his stubble scratchy against her smooth face, but not unbearable. He gripped the back of her neck possessively, but Charlie knew it was part of his insecurity in that he never wanted to let her go. Funny, she thought before the intensity of the kiss forced her mind to become a blank slate of ecstasy, He won't talk about his abandonment issues, but I can feel them here in his kiss..."

Jason set the book down, frowning. Did Lijah really see himself in this Wyatt character? It didn't seem right, but it probably wasn't important. Jason turned instead to the notebooks, but they were mostly blank aside from sparse doodles, camp schedules, and Jason's shaky handwriting. He put the notebooks back where they were and opened the door to the rest of the cabin.

Across from this door was the door to the bathroom, but Jason didn't need that at the moment, so he ignored it and proceeded left down a short hallway to the living area. The hallway opened up to a tiny kitchen and dinette on the right and an ancient, faded couch with a rickety coffee table and an old antenna TV and VCR atop it. This area was not as bright and full of Lijah's personality as the bedroom was, but Jason figured that was to be expected. His own bedroom at home was a reflection of what few interests and hobbies he had. The bedroom was a sanctuary for the individual, and held a piece of their soul. At least, that's what a bedroom should be. Mother had told Jason all about the filthy, lecherous activities young people would get up to in bedrooms. Only a married couple should share a bed, she had told him. It was a sin otherwise.

Feeling slightly hungry, Jason made for the short refrigerator, needing to squat down to see its contents. A couple sandwiches wrapped in plastic occupied one shelf with a handful of apples on the lower shelf, some cans of soda on the door. Jason reached for one of each, hoping to finish them before Lijah returned to avoid accidentally showing him his face. He brought the food to the couch and sat down, his weight causing the seat to sink lower than it was meant to. He removed his mask and devoured the sandwich and apple as quickly as he could, feeling somewhat like a ravenous raccoon. He cracked open the soda can and chugged it, realizing too late that it was a bad idea to drink a carbonated beverage so fast. Bubbles surged up through his nose and he sputtered, covering his face so he did not spray soda everywhere. He coughed and gagged, but the feeling soon went away. He made a mental note to drink anything bubbly as slow as possible, but preferred the idea of never having soda again. It was too sweet for him anyway.

Finished with the meal, Jason located a small trash can at one end of the kitchen and disposed of the remains. He pulled his mask back on just as he heard the front door to the cabin open. He tensed, preparing for a fight, but it was Lijah, alone, who gave a start upon seeing Jason's towering figure in his living room.

"Oh gosh, you got me again!" he cried out, laughing nervously, "You're here early."

Jason nodded once and watched as Lijah locked up and set down the pack he was carrying near the door.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, a tiredness in his voice that worried Jason. Would he be able to stay up tonight? Did he stay up too late last night? Jason shook his head and pointed to the refrigerator, silently telling Lijah he had found the food. Lijah yawned.

"Oh, good," he said, shuffling towards the bedroom, "Sorry, I'm a little worn out from today. We can still hang out, but I might crash a little earlier than last night if that's okay."

Jason nodded and followed him. Lijah turned to the dresser and tilted his head at the stack of books.

"You checked out the romance novel?" he asked, disbelief in his voice, "Huh, didn't see that one coming. It's not very good, but it was free, so I figured why not, y'know?"

So Lijah didn't choose that book for the plot, Jason realized. That made much more sense. Lijah opened the drawers and retrieved a stack of clothes, brushing by Jason to head to the bathroom.

"You can relax in the bedroom if you want for about fifteen minutes while I shower," he said, stifling another yawn, "I'll try to get my bedtime routine done quick so we have some time together."

Jason had no problem with waiting for him to prepare for bed. He was happy just to be in the same building with him and not anxiously wonder where he was like before. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, having grabbed the notebook and pencil he'd used yesterday in preparation for the conversation he would be having tonight. He heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, and an unwelcome thought of what Lijah looked like in there sprung into Jason's mind. Startled by this, Jason shook himself. What was he thinking? His mother's warning about college aged young adults surfaced and he wondered, horrified, if these thoughts would consume his brain like the counselors he'd killed or if he could fight them and keep his head clear and pure. What would happen to him if he couldn't get rid of them?

Jason struggled with this fear until the sound of the water stopped and he heard Lijah moving around in the bathroom. He squeezed the edges of the notebook to ground himself. What would Mother say if she knew what he was thinking about? Realistically, she would probably forbid him from coming back here and have him read Bible passages until the thoughts went away. Mother knew what was best for Jason.

Lijah entered the room once he was done in the bathroom, his hair still damp and his cheeks slightly flushed from the steam. He wore a loose fitting navy blue t-shirt with an unfamiliar logo on the chest and green plaid boxers. He brought with him a wonderful, clean scent of shampoo and mint flavored toothpaste. Jason wrote on a fresh page of the notebook,

"feel better?"

Lijah hummed in agreement, stretching his arms over his head until his shoulders softly popped.

"Nothing like a hot shower to take the day off and get you ready for bed," he said, climbing up onto the mattress next to Jason, "How's your day been?"

Jason thought about it, but didn't want to be too honest that he had pretty much just been waiting all day for this meeting. He wrote,

"did alot of walking. liked what u said about the bully. ur really good with kids."

Lijah waved him off modestly.

"Aw, that wasn't just me," he replied sheepishly, "I can't take all the credit. All of us counselors worked together on that. They're a good group of people. I'm glad I got the chance to work with them."

Jason tilted his head to one side, his interest piqued by this statement. So all the counselors were good, not just Lijah? Would Jason even need to kill anyone this year, or had the nightmare of wicked counselors finally ended? He wondered what his life would become if he didn't come here to kill every summer. It would probably be much like last year, quiet and content with his mother, having everything they needed and just going day to day, living the life she built for them. But Jason knew he couldn't live that life now. He wanted his life to include his new friend, and he wasn't sure how he could do that, with Lijah going back to college at the end of the summer and moving into an apartment somewhere probably far away.

Lijah tilted his head to mirror Jason and catch his attention.

"What's on your mind, big guy?" he asked. Jason considered his next few words and decided to avoid the topic. He wrote,

"u said u had a sister rite? tell me about her?"

Lijah's entire face lit up with a huge smile and his joy was so infectious, Jason couldn't resist matching the expression.

"Phoebe!" he exclaimed, "She's the best little sister anyone could hope for. We're thirteen years apart, so I'm pretty protective of her, and it was really hard for me to go away to college and leave her behind. I call home once a week and send her letters every month of cool stuff I've learned or seen. She likes bugs and dolls and dinosaurs. Our parents won't let her see Jurassic Park though - that's a scary movie about dinosaurs - but I think she can handle it. She's a tough kid. Definitely way tougher than I was at her age. I used to get beat up in school for being, uh, different."

Jason felt a surge of protectiveness for Lijah, though he didn't know who had hurt him. How could anyone even want to hurt someone like Lijah? He curled his fingers into the bedspread, fists shaking with anger. Lijah noticed and addressed it,

"Hey, it was years ago; don't worry about it! Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter. I'd rather solve my problems with communication than violence."

Jason nodded and forced himself to relax. What was he going to do anyway? Find the bullies and kill them even though they probably haven't been anywhere near Lijah in years? Stupid. Jason tried to explain his thoughts by writing,

"sorry bullies make me real mad. i got bullied to."

Lijah offered a sympathetic look. He moved a hand towards Jason, but rethought the action and stopped, biting his lip.

"I bet they wouldn't mess with you now though!" he said instead, trying to look at the bright side, "I bet they'd take one look at how tall and muscular you got and run away. The machete helps too."

Jason grimaced under the mask. That probably wouldn't be the only reason they ran away...Still, Lijah meant well and he couldn't blame him for trying. It was more effort than anyone had put in before, and that was worth something.

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The conversation continued for a short while, but Lijah soon began nodding off. In one of their quiet moments, Jason looked over and saw Lijah slumped on his pillows, sound asleep. Jason sighed and took that as his cue to leave. He rose from the bed and set down the notebook on the dresser. He looked back at Lijah, bemused by his awkwardly scrunched limbs and his face pressed unflatteringly into the pillows, before turning off the light and leaving through the window to let him sleep.

It was moments like these that Jason was beginning to dislike his heightened energy levels during night time. It worked great for serial killing, but not so much for spending time with a friend. But he was beginning to have a hope and some confidence that things would work out and that he and Lijah would find some sort of rhythm together.

[themovieblogonline]

Caddo Lake Review: A Haunting Dive into Time and Trauma

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His investigation into the inexplicable event leads him back to Caddo Lake, where he too confronts the time-bending forces at play. As the stories of Ellie and Paris converge, the film builds tension while blurring the lines between reality and memory, grief and hope. Narrative structure: Caddo Lake’s narrative structure is both its strength and its potential pitfall. The film uses time manipulation as a central device, with different characters interacting with various time periods as they seek answers. Ellie’s discovery of her ability to travel through time when she walks across the receded lake bed adds layers of complexity, and the story grows increasingly convoluted as different time periods, characters, and plot threads intersect. There is something compelling about the way the film plays with the butterfly effect—the idea that small actions across time can have profound consequences on the present. For example, when Ellie encounters younger versions of people she knows in the future, the film challenges its characters to reckon with the weight of their actions and their family histories. The revelation that Ellie’s step-sister Anna is actually her grandmother creates a surprising and deeply personal twist that elevates the film’s emotional stakes. An ambitious story: However, the film’s ambition in weaving multiple timelines and mysteries together sometimes feels overly ambitious. While its core themes of trauma and familial connection are powerful, the plot occasionally loses focus in favor of intricate reveals and temporal disorientation. At times, it becomes difficult to keep track of how the various timelines align, which might frustrate viewers looking for a more streamlined narrative. Yet for those willing to embrace its intricacies, Caddo Lake offers a puzzle-like experience that challenges expectations and rewards close attention. Lead cast: What anchors Caddo Lake amidst its twisting, time-bending plot is the strength of its cast. Eliza Scanlen delivers a standout performance as Ellie, embodying the frustration, confusion, and determination of a teenager grappling with both typical adolescent angst and the extraordinary, supernatural mystery she finds herself entangled in. Her emotional range allows her to seamlessly shift between moments of deep vulnerability and fierce resilience, making Ellie a compelling character to root for. Dylan O’Brien as Paris brings a sense of quiet desperation to his role. His grief over his mother’s death and his search for answers about the circumstances of her crash add layers of pathos to his character. The scenes in which he tries to reconcile his experiences with the lake’s strange powers are some of the film’s most compelling, showcasing O’Brien’s ability to balance sorrow and determination. Supporting cast: Supporting performances, particularly from Lauren Ambrose as Ellie’s mother Celeste and Caroline Falk as Anna, add depth to the familial drama at the heart of the story. Ambrose portrays a mother trying to hold her fractured family together, while her past holds secrets that tie into the central mystery. Her scenes with Scanlen are emotionally charged, as their strained relationship becomes central to the film’s resolution. Eric Lange, as Ellie’s step-father Daniel, also adds complexity to the family dynamic, particularly as his connection to the past is revealed. Shyamalan's involvement and themes: With Shyamalan attached as a producer, Caddo Lake carries an air of suspense and psychological intrigue reminiscent of his work. While Held and George put their own distinct stamp on the film, Shyamalan’s influence is felt in the film’s focus on emotional undercurrents and the use of supernatural elements to explore deeper, more human fears. The film’s most powerful moments come not from the time-traveling revelations but from the characters’ emotional reckonings with their pasts and the impact their actions have on their loved ones. Caddo Lake also touches on themes of fate, legacy, and the cyclical nature of trauma. By using time displacement as a metaphor for how unresolved grief can haunt generations, the film delves into how past wounds shape the present. The final act, in particular, emphasizes the emotional weight of the film’s twists, as Ellie and Paris grapple with the revelation that their fates are intertwined in unexpected ways. Overall: Caddo Lake deserves praise for its ambitious storytelling, powerful performances, and atmospheric visuals. The film’s intricate plot may not always land as smoothly as intended, with certain narrative threads feeling overly complex or unresolved, but its emotional core keeps the viewer engaged. Eliza Scanlen and Dylan O’Brien bring vulnerability and depth to their roles, grounding the film’s supernatural elements in relatable, human struggles. For those who appreciate mysteries with a psychological edge and don’t mind a complex, time-bending narrative, Caddo Lake offers an engaging and suspenseful journey into the unknown depths of family, grief, and the passage of time. Read the full article

[ryouverua]

I've some bitter thoughts about Rika and how damaging her actions (or.. inactions) were to Satoko in Gou but it's weird- dunno how to say it without it coming out like she 'deserved all the hell she got' (when that's not the point at all). Hanyu warned her about /exactly/ this kinda crap in the original though, and without a leash on her so to speak she'd gone full escapist-fantasy at Satoko's expense to the point of even neglecting her through solitary confinement... yikes

Oh man, I’m so with you. I’m going to do spoilers underneath for obvious reasons (and maybe vague Umineko spoilers because Ryukishi07 loves re-exploring certain themes and it shows) but I will say, the bigger the backlash against Satoko got the more I got entrenched in my own position lmao - not the best attitude, but hey, might as well admit my biases upfront.

Like, even now I have to immediately preface this with ‘Rika doesn’t deserve this’. Of course she doesn’t. No one deserves this. But could she have prevented this with a little more thoughtfulness? 100%. And I think that’s what sets off a lot of people - on first glance, it does come off as very victim-blamey, because it seems to put the onus on Rika and really, that isn’t fair at all. Just like it wasn’t fair to Keiichi in Watanagashi/Meakashi that not giving the doll to Mion triggered those tragedies, or (to be as light on spoilers as possible) Battler’s ‘sin’ in Umineko has the effect it does. But the fact is, they do matter, and it is hammered home hard in their respective stories. Everyone acknowledges (and in canon, even Rika!) that if Keiichi had understood Mion’s feelings better and hadn’t thoughtlessly given the doll to Rena instead, then the tragedy with Shion wouldn’t have happened. And yeah, that’s messed up! But it’s true! Ryukishi07 loves the rippling butterfly effects of small, seemingly inconsequential thoughtless actions that end up hurting others in ways you don’t realize until it’s too late.

Like wow, it’s wild to me that even after all the terrible things Satoko did to Rika, the part of Gou that affects me the most is Rika’s impassioned plea for Satoko to come with her to St. Lucia’s (where all teenage girls go to suffer lol) after Satoko is completely upfront with her in her first loop, explaining how she’s not cut out for it, she’s going to struggle with studying, etc etc.... and then just. The juxtaposition of the same outcome that happens a few years later, when everything Satoko is scared of happens again. And maybe it’s because we don’t get to be dragged along the full years those two episode cover that makes it harder for a lot of the viewers to connect with Satoko’s misery and motive (I, personally, connect a little too closely with it bc of some personal experience and can confirm that for someone from a much worse background Satoko would be miserable and isolated in ways I can’t even imagine), but it just seems so odd to me how many people won’t acknowledge that Rika’s actions - or specifically, inaction - again, something Ryukishi07 highlights over and over again as a huge character flaw for her - led to this outcome.

And to bring it back to what you said about Hanyuu - you’re right, she does warn Rika about this explicitly that she’s treating Satoko like some neglected pet (I think I referred to her as Rika’s ‘comfort stuffed animal’) in the VNs because she’s such a staple of Rika’s lives that she can’t imagine being without her. This also comes up with Saikoroshi when everyone’s lives are ‘fixed’, everyone’s families are perfect, Satoko and her aren’t friends (and admittedly she does bully Rika) and what happens? 1) Infamous ‘Rika beats Satoko with a chair’ scene and 2) Rika decides that her perfect Matsuribayashi ending is better despite Hanyuu telling her that this is the perfect world for everyone, so bye-bye Satoko’s parents & Satoshi lmao (yes I’m oversimplifying it because the moral of that story is that the lessons they learned from their suffering/struggles made them into better people and we’re left with the question of whether it was a dream world or not but like, especially considering the cost of returning to the Matsuribayashi fragment, that’s kinda... messed up, Rika!). a-also omg do you think Satoko saw that fragment as an option because if she did, ouch....

To wrap this already messy ask up in an equally messy bow, Rika is living with that ‘uncompromising happiness’ ideal from her poem which is great.... except in loop 1 & 2, she fully stuck to that at Satoko’s expense. There was a point that Satoko was willing to (and would rather have) stayed behind and let Rika go to St Lucia by herself. It’s only in Loop 3, after Rika chased her out of the bookstore, after Rika insisted that ‘she wasn’t going to compromise on her happiness, she wanted both St Lucia & Satoko at her side’ that it became an all-or-nothing game. And yeah, obviously the hell Rika’s been going through since then is absolutely disproportionate to her ‘sin’, but there is just no getting around the fact that this was entirely preventable.