#and his poor son is gonna have to grow up without his dad now

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

A Hunger games AU?!?!

You are so evil and devious and cruel…

Give me more

I was gonna talk about all of book 1 but the reaping kinda got long so here’s my thoughts on the reaping day

So the Curtis gang all grow up in district 12 and if you thought they were poor before, they’re like barely surviving now. They died when Darry was 16 in this tho. Darry does a LOT of illegal hunting to keep them alive. He makes Soda come with him a lot because if something happens to him he wants them to like- not die-

The rules of these games are that they pull a guy and a girl but anybody can volunteer for anybody

Darry did everything he could to keep his brothers safe while he was a teenager. Soda wasn’t allowed to take out tessera, but when Darry turned 18, there was nothing else to do. They’ve both determined Ponyboy will NEVER take one out. So if I did the math right Soda should have 8 entries and Ponyboy has 2.

Ofc it doesn’t end up meaning much anyways because the time comes and Ponyboy gets reaped. Darry legit almost passes out and Soda is frozen for a couple seconds. But after a couple seconds he comes back to himself and without thinking he volunteers

Ponyboy freaks out, and Steve is like ‘what the fuck are you doing-‘. Darry doesn’t know how to feel ngl but he isn’t surprised. Honestly though nobody in the gang has any hope in Soda, they’re trying to pretend they do though

That would be the end of it, but when they ask for volunteers, who else steps up by Steve Randle. Soda immediately panics and begs him to take it back but Steve already had his heart set on this and there was nothing anyone else could do.

Goodbyes are…a lot. Soda was crying even before he made it into the building, and it got worse the second he saw his brothers. Ponyboy shouted at him for a little bit before curling up in his arms and sobbing. 

Darry was straight to business. He told Soda to stay away from people and hide for as long as possible. He told him not to worry about him and Ponyboy, that they would be fine and waiting for him if he came home. If.

Finally Darry pulls him into a hug, telling Soda how much he loves him. Then, the three minutes are up and Ponyboy are dragged out of the room. Ponyboy fights, and manages to crash into Soda’s arms one more time before he’s dragged out. Soda cracks open the door and peeks out, immediately shutting it when the last glimpse he gets of Darry is his holder brother crying.

Dally, Two, and Johnny all come in at the same time. Two and Johnny don’t say much, just wrapping him into a hug. Two starts to promise that he’ll be okay,  but Dally yells not to say that

Dally proceeds to tell him he’s fucked once he’s in that arena. Once the games start there is absolutely nothing he can do for himself. So, he needs to make every second before that count if he wants to stand a chance. He’s handsome, he’s charismatic, he can get the audience to fall in love with him and that’s what he needs to do. He’s about to tell Soda something else, but time runs out and they’re dragged out of the room before he can.

His next visitor is a shock to him. Paul Holden, who’s the mayors son, comes in and calmly sits across from him, they make pointless conversation until Soda asks why he’s there. Paul says he doesn’t know. They sit in silence for the rest of the time, and Paul leaves willingly when the time comes. As he’s leaving he tells Soda his brothers will be fine, and that they’ll eat as long as he has something to say about it

After that Soda just spends some time alone trying to compose himself. At least for the moment, he makes peace with the fact that he’s probably going to die next week. His sadness turns into anger at Steve

Eventually he gets taken to the train, on the way him and Steve walk by eachother. They don’t talk but the tension is already there. Steve hadn’t cried at all yet, his dad didn’t even come to see him and the gang already knew what he was doing and didn’t try to talk him out of it. (Darry had come in crying, and thanked Steve once he learned of the plan. Steve promised to bring his brother home)

These boys tear up the food table in the train. They both feel super sick after. They meet their mentor and escort though. Their mentor is a drunk like Haymitch is, and Soda takes it as the first of many signs showing how absolutely fucked he is.

Neither of them like the escort much. Steve hates her and Soda thinks she’s well meaning but she also keeps talking about how lucky they are to be here. Eventually they both just leave and are left alone in the hallway.

They have the first genuine argument they’ve ever had. Soda yells at Steve for putting himself at stake like that, and for putting them into a situation where they have to compete for their lives. And then Steve says that they’re not competing because they’re getting Soda home, and that just makes him more upset

The fight ‘ends’ when Steve says it was Soda’s fault they’re here anyways cause he’s the one who volunteered first. Soda asks if he should’ve just let his little brother die and Steve doesn’t respond. Soda storms off to his room, Steve goes to his, and this time they both cry into their pillows. 

[hello-nichya-here]

If you had to characterized Michael Jackson as one of the following adjectives that happened to be important qualities in the entertainment industry, which would you pick? Explain your answer.

Vocalist

Dancer

Songwriter

Performer

Picking "vocalist" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his singing abilities.

Picking "dancer" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his dancing abilities.

Picking "songwriter" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his lyrics and not how he delivers them.

Picking "performer" would imply that his Mai focus as an artist during live shows isn't his singing it dancing, but the production elements (costumes, dancers, lighting, scene set up, ect)

Please give examples to justify your answer.

Picking one of the above adjectives wouldn't imply that his abilities in the rest of them are lacking, I'm simply trying to find which feild is his best.

This message has been typed by someone who knows shit about MJ and wants to learn but not through the mainstream media, as you've already said that they treated him like shit.

ANON, YOU FOOL, YOU OPENED THE FLOOD GATES! Get a snack and some water, then sit down, this is gonna take a ridiculously long time because I know WAY too much about Michael and you just gave me the chance to share all of that knowledge at once.

First off, I unfortunately have to get the depressing part out of the way and tell you that it wasn't just the media that treated him like shit. Nearly everyone in his life failed this man on some degree.

His father used to watch him and his brother's practice for their performances as The Jackson 5/The Jacksons - with a belt in hand to beat them if they got even a single note wrong. He'd also just throw them against all too He also made fun of Michael's appearence as he was growing up, mocking him for his acne, big nose and for being too dark to truly be his son.

Joseph Jackson also cheated on his wife constantly - especially while traveling with his sons during tours, since he was the manager. So add "Had to listen to him cheat on my mom" to the lists of reasons why Michael didn't like his dad all that much. He also didn't care where his sons performed as long as it got them money, leading to Michael, while still very much a young CHILD, singing in strip clubs, and, in his own words, having to watch adults fighting and vomiting on each other.

His brothers weren't saints either. They all had to share a room in the hotels during tours, and Michael not only had to hear his older brothers having sex with fans (again, while he was still a child), but he also had to hear how these girls were being used and thrown away. Michael even tried to talk to one of said girls after it because she was crying so much he thought she might have been there against her will.

And when Michael went solo and became far richer than anyone in the family (who by now were FAR from poor), he was constantly harassed for money by nearly everyone, leading to him full on hiding from them many times, and sometimes only "talking" to them by sending his lawyer in his place. In his own words "I’ve supported my brothers, supported them all. I’ve put their kids through school. But they still come after me, still wanting more. It never ends." After his death, most of his relatives were too busy fighting over his money to properly mourn him, or comfort his children.

As I explained in a previous post, the people that were making money off of him and his performances, were more than willing to just let Michael continue dancing after getting seriously injured and nearly dying:

His final tour, literally named "This Is It" because he wanted to officially retire already, was originally meant to be just 5 shows. Instead Michael was tricked into commiting to 50 shows, and pressured to "keep his word." Thanks to the years of neglect to his health, plus the reharsals for this tour, as well the help of a doctor that was more than happy to put him in a drug induced coma and call it "helping him sleep", Michael was dead before the first show of this tour even took place.

After his death, two posthumos albums were released, "Michael" and "Xscape." The first one had a lot of controversy surrounding it because 3 of the songs were NOT sung by Michael, and Sony, his record label, full on say on court that they had the right to attribute these tracks to Jackson, regardless of authenticity - aka "We should have the right to attach his name to stuff he didn't make, just so we can sell it a higher price." It did not go well.

Finally, we have the pedophilia allegations (that people still take as absolute truth despite Michael being proven innocent in court), which can summed up in this 2 minute video:

Said accusations, despite being obviously false, nearly destroyed his reputation completely, AND made him a victim of police brutality during the court case.

Now we got all that crap all of the way, let's talk about what actually matters:

Why Michael Jackson will always be THE greatest artist of all time!

There's a reason why he was called the King Of Pop, why many artists today (from like The Weekend and Bruno Mars, to nearly every K-Pop group ever) take a ton of notes from how he used to do things, why people still ADORE Thriller 40 years later, why he is still so iconic even though "Year of Michael Jackson" was 1988 - 35 years ago. Michael Jackson was the definition of a "perfectionist." A picture of him should be right next to that word in every dictionary.

If while reading about his depressing life, you found yourself thinking "Why did he wait so long to finally 'quit his job', and even then was still willing to end it on a high note?" the answer is pretty simple: Michael Jackson was an ambitious man, with a real passion for his craft, and he knew damn well he was incredibly talented. ALL of the words you chose as possibilities to define him - performer, dance, singer, writer - apply to him, because he made sure he was the best at everything, that no other artist, no matter how good they were, could compare to him.

Everything he did was like clockwork, a ton of large and small parts moving at once.

Michael knew that he needed to capture people's attention, so he used everything he had at his disposal. Multiple dancers, costumes, lighting, make-up, sound effects, back up vocalists going insane on the microphone, and short films to promote songs/albums.

Ever thought some music video by an artist you like was super creative and awesome? Thank Michael Jackson, because his clips were EVENTS, and he really opened the door for people to get creative and actively add plot to their videos/short films instead of just dancing and singing.

This man was commited into making everything he did look fantastic - and I do mean EVERYTHING. In a concert in Moscow, the stage was wet due to the heavy rain before it, so Michael added sliding around to the choreography to show the crew were the water puddles were. Whenever something liket that happened and his shoes were wet, instead of stopping the concert for even a minute to dry them or put a different pair on, he'd just signal for people in the crew to leave towels on the stage, so he'd stand on them while dancing, drying the shoes without having to stop.

But he also used fake "unplanned" events to create humor, and give the crew more time to prepare things for the next song, or so he could change clothes - the most famous one being inviting Slash, who would pretend get "carried away" during his guitar solos and "not stop when he was supposed to."

Then there are things like him using the iconic white glove in only one hand to hide the first signs of his vitiligo, or the hats (as well as wigs and hair-extensions) to cover up the scars and hair loss that he suffered after the Pepsi accident, in which his hair caught fire while filming a commercial.

There was also the time in which he couldn't dance due to an injury, so he did a less elaborate dance (by his standards anyway) while in a chair, but while reacting the entire vibe of the original short film for that song, so it would still get the public excited. That dude knew how to use his little "tricks" to get around any change of plans.

There was also his habit of using black shoes and black pants, but white socks, so that when he was dancing, people's eyes would naturally focus on the thing that is standing out, and thus be able to notice every little step he was doing (he once mentioned in an interview how he'd get frustrated watching James Brown on TV because the camera didn't focus enough on his feet for him to learn how to copy the moves).

Those last two exemples I just gave you, also highlight a very important thing: dancing absolutely is part of Michael's theatrics (see the awesome choreography of "Dangerous", which is one of my favorites, and can often even overshadow the more "flashy" stuff, because just having him alone on stage was enough to create something unforgettable - like the first time he did the Moonwalk

But we can also not separate the dance from his passion for music. There's a reason Michael's entire body moves whenever there's a change even in a single note, be it through a kick, a snap of his fingers, a tap of his foot, or just him turning his head to the side. He had repeatedly said that when working on his dancing, he focused more on the feeling it gave him.

Michael was heavily involved in the creation of his music, from the melody to the lyrics - back in the Jackson 5 days, he and his brother's actively fought to be allowed to write their own songs, instead of just doing covers and having other people write for them. Even though he had been putting out solo records his whole life, he said his albums only started to truly feel like they were his when he started stepping up as a song writter, starting in "Off The Wall", and gaining more and more confidence in his craft with each new record.

And back to the "performer" side for a minute: there's a reason why Michael always gave it all when making music videos. He wanted them to properly convey the meaning of the lyrics, even to people who did not speak any english. That's how important the messages he wanted to share with people were to him.

There's also the song "They Don't Care About Us", which Michael wrote after the incident I mentioned before, in which some bastard cops decided to make him their punching bag. The whole song is about authorities abusing their power over people, while neglecting to do their jobs. There are two videos for this one, one in a real prison, which was heavily censored by american media, and one in poor regions of Brazil, where our government tried to prevent him from filming his video - in both cases, it was obviously a case of the very people Michael was calling out not wanting him to expose just how right he was. (Little fun fact for you: Michael's help, both through expousure and money, for the people here in Brazil was so significant that there's a statue in his homage).

The music video for "Beat It" also has members of real, rival gangs as Michael's dancers, promoting his message for people not let that kind of grudge and "I'm the best" atitute get them in the dangerous situations because they didn't want to "admit defeat" and walk away - once again, he's everything at once, an amazing performer making a cool video, and a skilled writer getting a point across.

His vocals also tie into how much the lyrics mattered. He was literally crying while recording "She's Out Of My Life", and even though he didn't write "Man In The Mirror" that song was always very dear to him (and by consequence, to fans) because it alligned with his beliefs for a better world.

The emotions behind any lyrics, regardless of if it had been written by him or not (and I remind you, it very often was, and he literally fought for that right), were the very core of what Michael Jackson, both the artist and person, was all about. The feeling, the message.

But he also was so serious and methodical about every other part of the songs he made. So much so that, for Billie Jean, he recorded 91 different takes, but the one that was considered the best and ended up on the album was take TWO! And he once managed to prove he had not ripped off a different song writer by beatboxing in court. I am not kidding.

THAT is how skilled that man was. MJ could sing pretty much anything he wanted to sing, and had an unbelievable level of control over his voice, that allowed him to reach super high notes, despite having a naturally much lower, deeper voice. Just compare his singing in these two tracks:

And if you want to hear solely his voice, without the rest of the song to "distract" you, well...

And to circle back to his performances again, even in situations in which he had to lipsinc - like award shows since the logistics for live performances in those places can be complicated, or during a REALLY elaborate choreography - he still had the habit of recording NEW vocals for the songs, so fans would still get to hear him toy with new ideas for his old tracks, instead of just watching him dance while the album's tracks were playing

So there you have it, anon. This is Michael Jackson - performer, dancer, singer, songwriter - the full package. (If you want to see a concert of his in which he shows off all of that, I recommend you watch the full Live at Wembly concert, which anyone can watch for free on his official youtube channel)

[not-goldy]

I use to think there was no way Jikook would ever come out. Together or even as individuals. Now I think its looking more and more like they will after MS and the reunion. I am leaning toward Jimin for sure, which is funny, cause I always said Jimin probably wouldn't because he's so OT7 and worries about BTS and he knows it would most likely harm his dad's business and his dad just opened a new place, but I can't see Jimin's dad being super damn selfish and telling him to stay in the closet to protect his business. Maybe to protect him, but not his business. He sees what his son goes through daily. The lies, defamation, slander, accusations. Called a queerbaiter and predator. And not sure how true this is, but this buddy system thing apparently has JK solos trying to research who the guy is standing next to JK, just to get goods on JK in the military and of course Jikook gossip, they are so mad and desperate. Not sure if that is true, but if so, Oh the SK government gonna snatch these MF's bald if they really track down these soldiers families and start harassing them. They don't even realize how fucking horrible that makes JK look. Tkk joining in as well. None of them have respect for JK. it reflects so bad on JK to try and involve other soldiers in their vendetta's and unfortunately for JK there are clout chasing people out there who will give up his privacy. He is gonna be so fucking humiliated and embarrassed if this turns out to be true.

Jimin probably knows at this point he is never gonna be free to live his life with Jk or his members or anyone for that matter, without harassment, unless he speaks his truth, which he's been trying to do for years, without out right saying it. Even if it means leaving korea and going somewhere else. Maybe Japan or even America who knows. Same with JK. I too think he will. In fact, JK has probably already been talked off the ledge by Hybe and Jimin not to out them, when he gets in his fed up moods. You can tell both are increasingly getting more and more frustrated. They even resorted to being private & working in silence, but BAM, when they wanna come out swinging, they damn sure do. The swing and knock fucking heads off. So I think its looking more and more possible that they aren't gonna hide much longer or at the very least make that glass closet even more clearer and stop putting restrictions on themselves after MS. I feel it in my gut. These so called fans are pushing them to their breaking point and its been brewing. Their public, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, private trip to Japan and now enlisting together was just the start. Wait and see if Jikook don't free themselves from this fandom. or I could be wrong and nothing will change, but I kinda think there will be change of some sort.

Jungkook got bad rep for the longest time for being "an asshole" "shitty" "fuckboy" with zero social skills- which time and again he's proven that's not the case. Being introverted don't mean you hate humans.

It's nice he's making friends in there- as he should. That is IF that's his even friend. I expect Jimin has made friends in there also. However Jimin is a private person who isn't going to expose his friendships accidentally. He can be guarded. Also, he's a Libra, he has the gift of foresight to know people would try to use whoever he's close with to get to him in there- like they doing with JK.

It's a shame these people can't live normal lives, smile at someone, stand next to someone, be polite to without all manner of theories being written about them assuming all sort of things about them and the poor stranger.

Jimin is growing, maturing, setting his priorities straight and since 2020 we've seen him gradually choosing his relationship, prioritizing it and making conscious decisions with that in mind.

Personally, I'm happy there aren't at cross purposes anymore and seem to be moving in the same direction in life.

I won't make any predictions for now, just observing and appreciating their bond, it's beautiful to behold as it unfolds. There's not much chaos within their relationship not much turbulence.

I want to see it to the very end. That's why I keep following their journey.

I want to see how they navigate a 7 way dynamic when they come back together as a group with the growth that's taken place in each of them.

Fully coming out is off the table, but they could surprise me who knows. We in uncharted territories here.

If Jikook do come out they will shock the skin off my bones honestly. That said, I'm still rooting for them.

[rightpastnowhere]

MORE. FOR U

Ok ok ok we all collectively will not shut up about how Percy is endeared by Vex's ears, right? well UNO REVERSE CARD! His lil round human ears are so fucking cute to Vex. It's also very funny for her to parse out how sensitive they are vs half-elven or elven ears.

In modern AUs their taste in music seems very different at a glance but meshes SUPER well. Percy is rocking to MCR and anime intros and Fallout Boy and old rock'n'roll (that his dad and Julius loved), Vex is grinding to pop and country, and everyone is like 'surely not' until they pull up to give Pike a ride and are just blasting a Taylor Swift song together (she joins in obviously). Or on a train sharing earbuds and the poor folks the next seats over can hear Monster by Skillet from there and these two are mouthing along and sharing Dramatic Looks.

Trinket keeps bringing cubs home. He's a male bear, bears don't raise cubs in pairs (males don't participate at ALL), but he's a Ranger companion and lives as long as Vex does. And given he's a fit specimen he's probably the sire of a lot of cubs in the area (Vex and the Grey Hunt have got to watch out for inbreeding effects KJTRNHRKN). So every now and then he'll find a hurt or abandoned or sick cub and bring it back, and Vex nurses it back to health (and Dan too), and suddenly they Have Another Bear. Oh Dear. Sometimes Vex and Trinket make a conscious effort to train the cubs to live in the wild and release them a ways away once they're old enough, but the three bears we see in C3 is Only The Beginning.

The first time Percy tried really growing a beard, Vesper made Unhappy Faces when he'd give her kisses and in a fit he shaved it all off. He needed some talking-tos about it. His baby girl was SO upset and it make HIM upset OKAY -

It's advised that guests do not wander the halls of Castle Whitestone alone at night. They assume, naturally, that this is due to Ghosts or Restless Spirits - no the de Rolos are just. like that. Cass would rather everyone avoid the trauma of hearing them having a good time. Also the kids' darkvision means they have shining pupils if light hits them in the dark and someone fell down the stairs once so there's that too.

Percy fucking agonizes over blue now. Getting a gift to match Vex's feather takes up at least 3-12 hours of a given project. At this point he has custom paints mixed for it and will scour stalls and shops for gems of the right turquoise.

He also owns way more fur than he'd expect, because Vex is a ranger and can at least make a decent muffler or trim for mittens or ruff for his winter coat out of some of her more impressive catches. His favorite, though, is a tiny fur thing that's badly worn. Vex insists it's a bird. *it does not look like a bird,* it looks like a pointed rock with two bead eyes. It was the first thing she tried making him and it, well, it didn't come out as she'd expected. He still stims with it often, it practically lives in his pocket - like she was in Pandemonium, when VM were transformed into birds. She says she hates it, but his earnest adoration for this little silly thing she made really makes Vex so damn happy.

OH MY GOD SHE WOULD LOVE HIS EARS,,, HIS LIL ROUNDED EARS,,, SO SOFT N ROUND,,,,,,,, OMG

YOUR MUSIC TASTES FOR THEM ARE SO IN LINE WITH WHAT'S IN MY HEAD NGKJRNGK. vex imo has the most chaotic playlists because there's just one for all of her music. it switches from lizzo to mumford & sons without rhyme nor reason. and they WOULD be taylor swift stans with pike i LOVE THIS. AND GOD,, THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HER AND PERCY DRAMATICALLY LIP-SYNCING LIKE HUGE NERDS..... MY CROPS ARE WATERED. MY SKIN IS CLEAR

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING NGKJRNKJGNR i simply think vex deserves an entire legion of bears who love her, and many of them on the castle grounds. only the best for the grand mistress of bears. (trinket mimicking vex's adopting behavior is SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY)

percy upsets his baby One Time and suddenly he must change everything about himself. i love him so much i cannot stand it

NKGJNKJENG the de rolos fuck nasty and it is a burden upon those who think themselves to be fearless... my heart goes out to the unlucky few who dare. ALSO THE FUCKING. QUARTER ELVES. JUST LIKE A BUNCH OF CATS IN THE KITCHEN AT 2AM WHEN YOU WANT A SNACK. IS PERFECTION.

GERKGNERJN percy will do anything to maintain his wife's aesthetic

VEX CRAFTING HIM THINGS...... PERCY KEEPING HER FIRST LIL BAUBLE BECAUSE HE LOVES HER................ STIMMING WITH IT CAUSE IT'S SOFT................................ picturing vex finding out and endeavoring to acquire so many soft things, making him a bunch more knick-knacks once she's better at it, wearing soft clothes, just, oh my GOD she loves him SO MUCH

thank you again for this absolute unfathomable joy, i squeaked out loud at least 3 times, i am full of serotonin once more

[john-bitchester]

Bubbles watches Supernatural season 5, episode 22: swan song.

This is a 42 minute episode. It took me 2 hours and a half to get through becase I had so many feelings and thoughts. Enjoy

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONEEE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEST, DON’T YOU CRY NO MOOOOORREEEEE

Ah gabe how I miss you

Not you zacharia I hate you

I never cared about a car as much as I have about a 1967 chevrolet impala

I love that Dean canonically picks out his dads car, because it is the same as his dads car, who chose it because is son recommended it to hem because it reminded the son of his dads car who...

IM SORRY

Sammy sitting on the hood like that does things to me

No no no dean youre being stupid

Wdym youre on board

AAAH DEAN LOOK AT YOU GROWING UP SEEING SAMMY AS A BIG BOY

Its still a stupid plan tho

Not normal about them

Nomnom blood

This gives a whole new meaning to milking

No poor sam look at his face he is stressed

'Angels don't sleep'

Didnt we already establish that he is humaned

WE TALKED ABOUT STAGE 2 SUICIDE IDIATION

'You go to lisa and pray to god shes dumb enough to take you in' HAHAHHAHA spoken like a true sibling

You're so silly sam you know dean would start a second apocalypse for you

SEE YA IN HELL

NO

The way I screamed

'When he gets in, keep fighting, don't give an inch'

'Yes sir'

NO SAM THATS BOBBY DONT YOU DARE YES SIR HIM

I cant tell if it's because this was how dickchester always talked to him so it's reflex, or if it’s Sam's way of saying 'youre like a father to me'

Imma go with both for my sanity

My friend bunbun: that john issues run deep with these boys

Me: The mariana trench would be impressed

'Oh I'm supposed to lie'

'Suuure... they'll be.. fiiiiine'

Cass I love you so, you are so real for this

That cannot be tasty

Or good for the stoomy

Oh my god Sam is high as a kite

Nooo not chuck going over the impala memoriessss

Noooooo

I need you to know that I'm watching this, hand clasped over my mouth, going NoOoOoOoOo

I have a feeling that the memories of the car will make sam able to grasp control again or smt

Also, dean is such a sentimental washcloth, rebuilding the car with the legos and the soldier man

Oh sam that was sexy of you (Zapping the demons by just closing his eyes)

'I live, he lives, we get our parents back'

Heres the thing, from videos and fic I know that at some point sam lives for a year or so without dean

So now im like, uh oh

I feel like this is an act

Its all an act

Ofcourse they knew the devil would know about the horsemen

Theyre his main henchmen, it would be stupid to think that the devil wouldnt know about the rings

Finally, the boy has memorised something (The spell for the cage)

aaaaaaaaahgg

COME ON SAMMY

aaaahshfhm fukb fgbukgxfubkrgxukb

NO NO NO NO NO

SAAAAM BE STRONG

......

Wtf Lucy that is so not funny

Pretend that Sam had won the fight with lucy in his brain

Only to then be like "jk"

Dean you shouldve just kicked him in the hole while his back was at you

Fidget spinner of power hihi

Why would he let dean live

Michael's vessel

NAH THE DEVIL JUST MADE A VERY FUNNY STAR WARS REFERNCE'

I suggest we become drunk' -cass

Oph my god these dumbasses really did think lucy wouldn't know of the rings

NoOoOoOo Bobby mourning his sooon

I am not well

I know what you can do, dean

You can have some gay sex with the angel

Knowing this was meant to be the end end makes it so much worse

I cant do this in my own oh my gosh

Im literally going like 'crying noise, noohoo Bunbuuun'

Them gazing th stars togehter on clear nights🥺🥺🥺🥺

Driving 2 days for a game, and a week for a concert

Heart goes auch

Nooooooo

Not okay about this

Its the Good Omens finale all over again

Chuck has grown on me

WELL THEN I AINT GONNA LET HIM DIE ALONE

Winchester pt3 you fool

I cant say i trust lucy, but hes making some good points

God is giving abusive father for sure

'You made me do this' he tells his kids

Another thougth, actually

Sam and dean where the perfect vessels because of ther lineage, cain and abel, i believe

But also bc they were representative of michael and lucy themselves

But hear me out. What if john and god are also reminiscent of each other

After all, the brothers couldn't be who they became without their father, have it be winchester or the angels

Both brothers (lucy & michael vs winchester) didnt have a mother

Had a father who was demanding

And both pairs of brothers, as established by the shwo, are the same. The loyal warrior who never doubted the father, and the fallen, who did

They could never become these people without the father, ergo, without god and john

We know john was a horrible father

So even ingoring what lucy is proposing here (god made me as I am) and my own opinions on God, the train of logic still assumes that God had to be, is, equally as abusive towards the brothers as z

John was towards the winchester brothers

Please tell me that cassete is 'Carry on wayward son' by kansas

Or no, even better, the one song by asia hahahha

WTF DEAN HAHAHAH THAT WAS NOT THE MUSIC I EXPECTED

SORRY AM I INTERUPTING SOMETHING

You know, whenever I'm annotating the episodes lke I'm doing now, it always takes me an hour to watch an episode instead of the forty minutes that it actually last

but at the speed I am annotating and thinking right now , it will genuinely take me twice as long.

like it will take me an hour and a half at least I think. (Ha! Bubbles. You fool. It nearly took you 2 hours and a half)

Youre next on my list buttercup

CASS WHERE THOSE YOUR FIRST BIG BOY WORDS! (Hey, assbutt!)

Not the molotov cocktail fhrnifhhf

WHAT THE FUCJ

CASTI3L WHAT THE DU JDUCK

Holy fuck

I need a moment

No

Sammy it's okay I'm here

Bunbun I am so unwell about this

Unwell

I KNEW IT

OH MY GOD I FUCKING CALLED IT

Im not crying youcrying

I love that they do this flasback bit with jus wind, and the 'tok' sound every now and then

Makes it a very strong scene

SCREAMING

ENDING ON THE HUG SCREAMING

The fact that the actual hug removes the white noise

Unwell

oh

Oh my god

Sam is going to pull michael with him

I can feel it

Okay I think this is one of the few times the bad cgi actually kinda ruined it for me

No

Hes all alone

He cant be

No one who could possibly begin to understand left

Have I mentioned Im not okay

Cass

The relief in my voice when I whispered this out loud just now is ludicrous

And now, kiss

'Cass are you god?' Oh sweetie

BOBBY

this is making me think of john milton

'And as they walk hand in hand, slowly their way through eden"

Along those lines

Chuck quit yer bitchin

Dean really went, 'okay god, its personal now'

Peace, or freedom?

Holy fuck

Because he made a promise

My stomach is genuinly physically aching

The fact that even deans voice sounds broken

Actually crying rn

What if chuck is god

WHAT THE FUCK CHUCK WHERE DID YOU GO

NAH DONT TELL ME IM FUCKING RIGHT

SAM WTF

Sam? Lucy?

Sam

Oh im sorry it cant stop here wtf

How where they ever plannning on stopping like this that is unholy

1h 30 later:

I know i started spn on my own accord, but I hope you know what you did

I was eating with my parent just now, and during the entired meal (now still) carry on was playing on repeat in my head. Coming from someone who typically lives a soundtrack-free life

Another hour later:

Still recovering

Have been having imaginative co-star interviews with jared padalecki for about 2 hours now. It's a coping mechanisnm

Literally my whole day was spn

I woke up with fic. Ate lunch with an episode. Watched the finale, read more fic

I am unwell

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bob's homecoming and reunion with his siblings!

being home is a welcome feeling, and not only one for bob. both of his parents have a calmness about them that he knows is a little lacking every time he deploys. his mom, with all her warmth, turns to fury and threats from a delayed call or letter. his dad is no better with passive aggressive questions about his stationary supply and phone plan-- bob recalls a lecture on the invention of the telephone once. they’ve never handled the empty nest thing well. mixed with a son in the service, and everyone's busier than busy jobs, bob knows that time like this is a little sacred. 

with his mom whisked away on a phone call, he's listening to his dad go on with historical facts about where bob had last been deployed while he's sunk into a bean bag chair. it’s not the same bean bag chair from when he and his siblings were kids, but the competition and nostalgia is all the same. when available, he’ll take every chance he gets to claim it even in his more adult age. 

heels clicking up the front path, dana is heard even before she’s seen, and before an impatient fist knocks against the door, their dad’s already off the couch, mug in hand and swinging the door open. 

“where is he?” her belongings are abandoned at the door, shoes kicked off, as she makes it further into the home, a straight line towards bob. “robert!” 

their dad can’t find it in himself to make some comment about manners or hellos— this is the way floyd reunions tend to go, and there’s no hard feelings over bob being everyone’s priority.

bob’s small smile grows with a, “hi.” he’s about to get up, hands ready to push out of the chair, but she doesn’t slow at all. she doesn’t even give him the chance to get up all the way before her arms are around his shoulders and they’re both falling back into the chair. bob groans, arms wrapping around her in a hug and laugh. 

“he’s here?” herschel’s crossing through the doorway, hardly waiting from any confirmation from their dad, before he makes after dana. it’s a moment not unlike when the kids were just barely hip height, on their way to cause trouble in a procession line. bob offers what he can in a wave and strained hello, pinned down by the weight of dana, but he’s a fool for not anticipating what comes next when herschel doesn’t come to any stop either and simply joins the pile. 

bob, now under the weight of them both, lets out another groan, hand trying to shove his twin to slide off but there’s no such mercy. 

all three voices interrupt one another.

dana with a, “i missed you!”

bob with a, “hersh-”

and herschel with a, “isn’t this great?”

closing the door, moving towards the landing at the bottom of the stairs, their father sort of feels as though he’s become the greeting committee, now hand outstretched for their mom to take as she comes down. “they’re all home.”

“yeah,” she releases a sigh, “the yelling gave it away.” 

“you gotta go to the office?”

“i told them put on their big kid pants and deal with it without me.” standing on the last step, where she’s eye level with him, there’s an obvious air of annoyance that she’s trying to leave behind. “if they want me there they’re gonna have to drag me there. my kids are home. i am not going anywhere.”

he’s hardly phased by her response, and without much actual concern asks, “should we be worried about someone breaking down our door?” 

she offers him a shrug, “we’ll just have bobby stand guard.” finally off the bottom most step, they walk side by side back towards the living room doorway. 

“we might have a problem then. bobby is currently being smothered to the death.” 

though the sound of commotion hasn’t at all escaped her, she finally takes in the scene of all three of her grown children piled on her poor bean bag chair. bob, still underneath the weight of both siblings, hits and shoves at herschel, and herschel does nothing but laugh. dana all the while screeches as herschel moves and pulls on her hair that’s caught between them. 

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So It's Gonna Be Forever

Summary: Joel Miller and Emily Harper have been best friends since 2nd grade and at the end of freshman year become something more. Will they last or will their new label ruin it all.

OR

Joel Miller gets some lovin' because god knows he deserves it.

Chapter 2

Warnings: Mentions of rough childhood and some violence between father and son but that isn't for another few chapters.Mentions and allusions to smut but never actually turns into smut.

I understand that this might not be everyone's cup of tea so if it's not for you, just don't read.

If there's anything that is possibly triggering that I haven't mentioned in the warnings please let me know as this is not beta'd and it is very possible that I've missed something.

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Wordcount: 2790

Weekends at the Harper’s house became more common as the Miller Boys got older, the need to feel some kind of distance from their father growing as the days passed. If Joel was working, Emily would take Tommy to her place after walking home with Joel and then Joel would stay in his room until he left for work the next morning. 

After over a year of constantly feeling like he had to hide from his father, Joel finally decided to try to put a stop to it. “You think maybe it’s time to stop for tonight dad?” Joel asked, helping his father onto the couch. “Maybe try to slow down a little as well?” Joel received a glare from his father and decided to leave it for now, grabbing a glass of water and some medication from the cupboard, handing it to his dad before heading towards his bedroom. 

“You sound just like your mother.” His father scoffed and Joel stopped in his tracks, brows furrowed. “That woman was always controllin’ what I drank, what I ate and now her son is tryin’ to carry on her ways after she’s dropped.” Joel just frowned, looking at his dad.

“I ain’t just her son, I’m your son too, Tommy as well. Ever since ma passed you’ve been drinking yourself into a stupor every night and leavin’ me to clean up after you’ve gone. I’ve had to get a job to make sure there’s food in the fridge and enough money to keep our water and electricity on. I’m sorry if I wasn’t the kinda kid you wanted, dad, but I’m what you got and doin’ your best to keep me alive is the least you could do. Y’know what, fuck you. Fuck you for blamin’ this on ma. Fuck you for leavin’ me to do your job. And fuck you for believin’ that what I’m doin’ isn’t good enough. I’m goin’ out, don’t expect me to clean up your mess in the mornin’.” Joel yelled, leaving out of the front door without thinking to pick up a spare pair of clothes or his gear for work in the morning. 

A series of sharp knocks on the front door was what woke Jerry from his sleep, his wife still quietly snoring beside him. He slipped his feet into his slippers and wrapped his dressing gown around himself, padding quietly down the stairs in order to not wake anyone else in the house. Peeking through the window, he saw a red-eyed Joel Miller and swung open the door, a frown quickly forming on his face. 

“Hey kiddo, everythin’ alright?” Joel just shook his head, stuffing his hands deeper in his pockets. “You wanna come in?” Joel nodded and Jerry stepped aside, letting the boy in and locking the door. Carol now stood at the top of the stairs and gasped at the sight of the boy now stood in her living room. 

“C’mere, honey. Poor boy, what has he done?” Carol wrapped her arms around Joel and set Jerry about making him a warm drink and grabbing some pillows and blankets to set up on the couch. “Here we go, let’s sit you down, get you warmed up. You must have left in a hurry, didn’t even put on a jacket.” Carol held Joel tightly and Joel could feel his resolve crumbling, the barriers blocking the tears from rolling down his cheeks slowly dissolving. 

“I thought I could change him. Thought I could talk some sense into him.” Joel whispered, voice hoarse form the tears he had spilled on the way over and how he had yelled at his father before leaving. “I didn’t want to do it anymore. I was tired of not being able to do shit because I was too scared of him hurtin’ Tommy or sayin’ something to him. Was tired of havin’ to come home from school and be a maid in my own house, cleanin’ up his mess. I needed him to realise that he’s a shit father. I needed him to realise that I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired.” Wetness gathered on his cheeks and tear drops fell into the material of his jeans, staining them a darker shade of blue. 

“Go wake Emily up, Jerry.” Joel shook his head but Jerry went up the stairs regardless. 

“Don’t want her to see me like this, I’ll just go back home. Sorry if-.” Carol just out her hand on the back of his head and held him tighter. 

“Joel? Baby what happened?” Emily ran down the last few stairs and stood between Joel’s legs, a hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping away the tears while her other hand toyed with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I swear I’ll kill him. You said he didn’t say anything to you.” 

Joel just shoved his head into her stomach and his shoulders shook with the weight of his sobs, Emily just trying her best to comfort him. “I’ll take him into my room, mom. I think I have some clothes of his that he’s left.” Carol nodded and watched as Joel was coaxed up the stairs by Emily. 

“Are they-?” Jerry was cut off by a stern look from his wife. “So they’re together.” 

Emily had helped Joel change into some sleep pants that he had left and a hoodie, pulling him onto her chest and rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Wanna talk about it?” She tried but Joel just shook his head, holding the fabric of her shirt a little tighter in his fist. “You know you can tell me and I won’t tell Tommy or my parents about it. You can tell me just to get it off your chest and I’ll never mention it again.” She pushed a little and Joel took a deep breath before looking up at her. 

“He came home drunk again so I pulled him up on it. Told him that he’d left me and Tommy and he said that ever since ma died he finally had no one controllin’ him. Felt that I was just tryin’ to be like ma and put a limit on everything he did. He doesn’t even see me as his son anymore, didn’t even mention Tommy. I’m so tired, Em. All that matters to him is that the house is clean when he comes home and that we’re not in his way. Every night I wish that he was the one who died and not her and every night I make myself feel fuckin’ guilty for it just to find out that he don’t care anyway. I just want it to stop.” His voice broke as emotion flowed through him, burrowing further into Emily to try and hide his face. 

“Joel…sleep, baby. I’ll get mom to phone in sick for you and you, sir, are getting pampered.” Joel tried to argue but Emily kissed him, silencing him. “You are taking tomorrow off to spend the day with me and relax, understand?” Joel nodded and Emily, settled further into the pillows, Joel wriggling in his place before finally finding a position that he was comfortable in. 

“I think your dad figured it out.” Joel whispered and Emily giggled quietly, Joel joining in, trying to muffle them in her stomach. 

“We’re so dead.” She laughed and Joel nodded, letting out a sigh and closing his eyes. 

“We had a good run, it was nice knowin’ ya.” Joel teased and Emily chuckled. 

“Wait til we tell them how long we’ve been hiding it.” She added and Joel shook his head.

“Definitely dead. Might have to get better at sneakin’ in.” 

The next morning, Joel was up before Emily, manoeuvring out of her arms and hoping to catch Jerry before he went to work. He walked down the stairs and saw Jerry at the table with a cup of coffee and his newspaper. “Morning, kiddo. Feeling a little better?” Joel nodded and took a seat across from Jerry. 

“Sorry ‘bout wakin’ y’all up last night. I couldn’t be in the same house as him anymore and I…y’all are the only other people I have left. Ma’s side of the family wanted nothing to do with him, which meant us, by extension.” Joel admitted and Jerry nodded. Joel was waiting for Jerry to ask or bring up the elephant in the room but it never came.

“I’m not gonna hurt her, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.” Joel said and Jerry looked up, an eyebrow raised. “She’s my best friend, has been for a long time and, more than anything, I want to keep being like that. She makes me feel… I like her a helluva lot and I can’t see myself being with anyone else. Jerry, your daughter has been the girl to pull me out of a load of dark places and I’ll never be able to repay her for that but, maybe, by keepin’ her safe and givin’ her a future where she’s happy and feels ever more loved than she already does then I’m starting to pay off my debt.” Joel rambled and when Jerry put a hand on his shoulder, Joel finally made eye contact. 

“I had no doubt that you’d care for her, son. Whether you just stayed friends or became something more and, truth is, I was rootin’ for you both. You and Tommy are like the sons I never got and I am more than happy to officially welcome you into the family. Just know that, no matter how much I adore you, if you hurt my daughter, you’ll have me to answer to.” Joel nodded and was startled when Jerry lifted his hand, holding it out for him to shake. Stupid flinching caused Jerry to frown but Joel took his hand with a slight smile. “And if I ever find out you risked not using a condom, I’ll make sure you ain’t never have to worry about havin’ kids.” Jerry threatened and Joel nodded quickly, gaining a chuckle from Jerry and a clap on the back. 

“Yes, sir.” Joel replied and Jerry laughed to himself, setting about rinsing out his mug before pulling on his work boots and throwing on his coat. 

“Any idea what you want to do once school is finished?” Jerry asked and Joel smiled. 

“Not sure. Working at the garage is good and all but there’s no step up and I don’t want to be stuck changing oil for the rest of my life.” Joel admitted, a slight shrug in his shoulders. “I can’t afford college and I ain’t gettin’ a scholarship or anything fancy.” 

“Well, would you maybe want to work on the building sites with me? One of our guys leaves in a few weeks and I know you used to want to be a singer but working on the sites is the best I can offer.” Jerry teased and Joel grinned. 

“Really? I don’t finish school for another few months, though. Won’t you be losing money?” Jerry shook his head and Joel smiled. “I’d love the job.” Jerry nodded and squeezed Joel’s shoulder before heading out of the door. 

“Well, a congratulatory breakfast is in order, I think.” Carol spoke from behind him and he turned and smiled. “And I take it your father to boyfriend conversation didn’t lead to a murder?” She smirked and Joel flushed a pinkish colour, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I mean he threatened it but I ain’t gonna hurt her so I think we’re all good on that front.” Joel mumbled and Carol laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Go get back in bed and I’ll come get y’all up once breakfast is done and then we’ll decide what I say to the garage ok?” 

“I’m fine, I was just stressed out. I don’t need to miss work anymore I-.” 

“You’re missing work. You might not realise it Joel but putting more pressure on yourself is only going to make things worse. Take a break, ok? You’re a kid. No one is expectin’ you to provide for you and Tommy and if that father of yours wants to scold you for it, he has me to answer to, ok?” Joel nodded and walked back up the stairs, slipping into Emily’s room and getting back under the covers. 

“Where’d you go?” She croaked and Joel smiled, pulling her into his side and pressing gentle kisses around her face. “Joel? Everythin’ ok baby?” 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I love you.” Joel muttered, not realising what he had said until she opened her eyes and grinned up at him. 

“I love you too.” She whispered and lifted her head to close the distance between their lips. “I love you and I’m proud of you and I don’t want you to ever think twice about coming here if you need a break.” Joel nodded and rested his head against hers, using the arm that he wasn’t holding her with the take hold of the hand that she had laid on his stomach and entwined their fingers. 

“Me and your dad had an insightful conversation this morning.” Joel said into her hair and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah? And you made it out alive?” She teased and Joel smiled, pressing another kiss to her cheek and then her lips. 

“Course I did. Though I’m bettin’ that we’ll probably end up with some kind of sex talk before the weekend ends.” He admitted and Emily rolled her eyes. 

“S’long as I ain’t gettin’ a box of condoms every other week, I don’t mind.” She admitted and Joel shook his head, lifting up to look at her face. 

“He also offered me a job at the sites with him. You know anythin’ ‘bout that?” He asked and she smirked, shrugging slightly. 

“Not a clue. Did you take it?” Joel nodded and she kissed his jaw before burrowing back down into the covers and into his side. 

“You think you can be quiet?” He asked and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why?” Joel gave her a cheeky smile, rubbing his thumb on the inside of her wrist and kissing the sweet spot behind her ear. 

“Well, your dad is out for work, your ma has the radio on real loud and Tommy won’t be up until he smells the bacon. Wanted to thank you for last night properly and celebrate my new job in the best way.” She laughed as he nipped at her neck and slapped his arm gently. 

“Joel Miller, you fuckin’ horn dog. You don’t need to thank me for anythin’ baby. But who the hell am I to refuse a celebration?” 

Tommy was, unsurprisingly, the first one down for breakfast and he looked confused when he saw Joel being dragged into the kitchen by his arm. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” Joel just shrugged, smiling at his little brother. 

“Takin’ a day off, you got a problem with that?” Joel asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

“No, no. You never take days off, what’s the occasion?” Tommy was sceptical to say the least. Joel only ever took days off if he was forced and Tommy could see through the smile his brother was wearing. “Are you sick? What if-?” 

“Tommy, calm down. I’m ok, promise. I’m doin’ alright I just, it got pointed out to me that maybe I needed a break.” Joel nodded slightly, squeezing Tommy’s shoulder. 

“What time did you get here?” 

“Some time last night, you were already out flat.” Joel shrugged and turned to the plate Carol had placed in front of him, thanking her. 

“Enjoy your morning delight?” Tommy teased the pair of them as Carol went upstairs to change out of her pyjamas. Joel felt the tips of his ears burn and choked on his bite of eggs while Emily just froze mid sip of orange juice. 

“What you talkin’ about?” Joel grunted and Tommy smirked, pulling a face and moaning, leaning back in his chair. “Quit that.” Emily scoffed quietly and looked between the brothers. 

“You ain’t got a clue what you’re talkin’ about, Tarzan. Shut up and eat your bacon.” She scolded but Tommy just grinned even wider. 

“You ain’t as quiet as you think, your highness. Don’t stop, baby, fuck.” Joel shot him a glare and shook his head. 

“Quiet.” 

“Funny, that’s what you said to her as well.” Tommy teased again and Joel just put his head in his hands, Emily slouching in her chair with a frown. “Fine, fine. I’m done teasin’.” Tommy threw his hands up in surrender before putting his cleared plate in the sink and headin’ towards the bathroom to change. 

“That is your fault, cowboy.”

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[enelea]

While things were going well for Milan Craigh's father in his career, he was in an embarrassing spot with how Milan had messed things up. Mitch didn't appreciate having his longtime family friend, Max Riley tell him that he shouldn't expect any favours from him in this department - as if he would try and somehow use their friendship or want to bribe him to drop charges against Milan. Did they think he was corrupt himself and going to ask them to destroy evidence or something. He wouldn't ask that not even for Milan. He sure hoped his other boys would turn out better than Milan. What a massive disappointment! His family must now be the laughing stock of Driftwood and the rest of the country. The lawyer with the criminal son... His enemies were surely celebrating wholeheartedly.

Poor Michelle was hardly able to sleep. She wondered how this would affect her acting career, but also Milan's own young children. Her own young Nick was doing well at school and had lots of friends. Would he now be bullied or name called once the story broke? She felt bad about all the horrible things she yelled at Milan over the phone, but he needed to understand what this did to them all.

Mitch was on his way to work one morning, when he was surprised by Milan approaching him. "Hi Dad," "Milan? You're out?" Mitch was happy but a bit horrified at the same time. " You can't actually be out of jail yet." Milan gave a smile. "Dad, you might be a clean lawyer but the guy you got to represent me isn't exactly squeaky clean and trust me he did what he had to do. Next think I knew my sentence got reduced to very little. Your friends in the police force won't be happy", he chuckled. "I don't quite know what to say son. Congratulations I guess." " You could look a bit happier or dit you want my boys to grow up without a dad?" Mitch got angry at that moment. "Now you listen to me, you didn't give a damn about your boys, your wife or anyone else when you did the things you did. So don't come to me with that garbage! You didn't even let us see our grandkids, you just ran off to nowhere so you could live out your lawless fantasies. Now I warn you, keep your nose clean from here on out! If I ever so much as smell a whiff of illegal deals from your side, I will personally hand you over to the cops and this time no connections will help you. Do you understand?" Milan couldn't remember ever seeing his father this way before. He nodded. "Yes sir. I promise to turn over a new leaf." "Well you better. Clarissa took the kids and moved in with her parents. Is she going to move back with you?" " I will go and see her now. I would hope she would move back with me." Milan said solemnly. "Don't hold your breath. Her parents are furious. I think Clark Green will kill you on sight for ruining his daughter's life. Look I am gonna be late, I need to get going. Stay out of trouble will ya?" With that Mitch got in his Corvette.

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Chapter 61 Review

Well that was a long time coming. Given how many are all at faults to one another and how they kept lying until now. I'm sure they have some regrets for dragging them here.

I'm happy for Yuu to take the blame since he did dragged the other first years.

Also, will Idia and Azul also get punish? I'm sure the rest of the housewardens are still angry at them for lying. I'm sure Yuu will get back at the two for not helping him out

Haha...love how Sam joins in the tweels for some entertainments. He surely love to see all the drama around in school.

I love how surprise everyone is once they learn Tsunataro is Malleus and that revelation is epic. Yuu does deserve him.

Ace being the realistic person he is especially now they will have to see Malleus and Yuu arguing each other.

Trein witnessing his son talking to someone that might ended up being his inlaw must be a pain in a neck.

Also Agatha is all along song makes me think of some of them singing. Maybe Jafar. The villainess truly deserve that series after Wanda series just hope it doesn't make it worse.

Love how Kalim is defending them. Kalim should give them a reward for being his heroes especially the awaiting punishment.

Yeah, revealing that the djiin is the sorcerer wouldn't end well even with evidence. Because no one will believe them about one of the great 7 being responsible for this misery and how it also affect their views on the great 7. Like seeing the possibility that the rest are also as bad as the sorcerer.

It's a good thing Jamil embodied his tactician and prediction as his dorm spirit (rather he likes it or not) to prove that it is all prevent the royals on interfering and without getting Kalim punished.

Also, will Jamil get punish or something? Even without him killing Kalim, he still responsible for the poison and spell drive.

Yeah, it's Vil's time to shine with Yuu and Kalim. Poor Jack and Epel, Vil is angry at them.

Hahaha...even when Malleus is mad at Yuu, he still gonna protect him.

I mean Yuu could have said they burn the treasures, that would be a good laugh.

I translate that part and man Yuu misses his mom during Christmas. I hope Trein gives him a good yule day.

I love how one thing everyone can agree on is Yuu leaving made them angry and protest.

And, if Jack, Ace and Deuce were smart, they wouldn't tell the truth to their family either. So it was most likely that Deuce and Jack were going to be grounded as well. 

Well Jack lives a normal family life so his parents will be upset and with Vil around, they might punish Jack. For Deuce, his mother didn't want him to do any trouble and get hurt thinking she failed as mother again. So punishment for Deuce, sorry. Curious that Ace wasn't included. Then again, he is mysterious and hard to tell if what he said is true or not. We know about his brother and a bit about his father, but what Ace is like growing up? Geez, Chapter 7 better have some Ace content.

Also, love how Jamil POV regarding Ruggie and Najma, his close ones and how he watched the video. Seeing the confession makes things for complicated but love how Kalim and Jamil are able to be each other's friends without holding back.

Oh cool, djiin magic! Can't wait for harveston!

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Yuu tried to shield the others from the worst consequences of their actions. But in doing so he did put himself at odd with the others outside of the Scooby gang, and even with some member of the Scooby gang. Sebek isn't going to appreciate Yuu lying to get him out of trouble. And yes, Malleus is still going to protect him, I couldn't help add in that cute gesture from him. Anyway, there's still a lot to deal with. And Yuu is really emotionally drained right now. The growing absurdity of his life is taking a toll on him. He's also missing his mom and dad. so yeah, he's really feeling blue in this chapter.

Jamil is slowly getting into damage control mode but he did not expect a confession and new powers to boot! And poor Kalim accidentally managed to confess in the most embarrassing way possible! Oh well.

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His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Ch8: Our Competence

Estoile sighed, staring at the broken cube between his hands " At the worst timing ever... " he left the cube in the air, then snapped his fingers just for it to be burned on a dark blue fire

" You know you're in no position to be incapable to wipe them out " Mullet said, leaning towards the door of Estoile's room " Why don't just erase the whole realm and get that Dum-Dum back here easily? "

" ... I don't tolerate making a mess for such a thing, besides, I already made a connection with Collector "

" Oh that reminds me ... " Mullet smirked " he was with the Titan Baby fooling around, I informed him that you're coming but- " he chuckled at that part " he looked terrified! "

Estoile was just silent, he put on his cloak, getting out of the room

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" Drop it off, Titan, you're just making the situation difficult for both of us " Estoile said standing at the dark room

The Titan, or more specifically, King's dad, was chained from his arms, as they were bleeding from the severity of the chains

He glared at Estoile, who suddenly heard something under that weak breath

" What was that? "

" Never .. "

He just looked silently at him, with that glowing red eyes

" Do your worst, Archivist ... " he looked at Estoile defiantly " I'll never let you space control-freaks lay a finger on them "

He stepped towards him " I have to admit that I'm impressed of you keeping your garbage together even in such a poor case, but ... "

He stepped closer, grabbing The Titan from his collar, he quickly knew what's gonna happen

He tried to use his shout, but

" Don't " Estoile snapped his fingers, a tight chain appeared around the Titan's neck, makes him hardly breath " no need to worry, if your son does not resist, he will leave without any suffering "

Hit

He backed away, putting his hand on his forehead that the Titan just did hit with his

He looked down, then at the Titan, who looked at him angrily "Over my dead body!"

He could only see those widened red eyes, glowing in the dark with a dead look " your dead body, you say? "

Quickly, he came at him, snapping the fingers just to turn them into a claw, then slashing the Titan in the shoulder

Because of his shortness of breath, the poor guy could only let out a long moan of pain, which was a muffled scream

Before his blood actually gushed out, Estoile snapped his fingers, swirling the blood in the air, then as his hand returned to normal, he took a bowl from the side of the door, squirting the blood into it until it was full, as the blood floated into it

" See? " He snapped his fingers for the last time, the chain on his neck faded away " the only reason that you lifeforms suffer when we capture you is your resistance "

" No one ... " The Titan panted as he talked " .. who loves the life will give in to your ego obsession ... but what if ... " he stared coldly at Estoile " if Collector ... was standing between you ... and them ... will you ... slash him just like you did to me..? "

" This ... "

" Why hesitate...? I thought .. this is your belief ... "

" Take your deepest breath as long as you can for now " he turned to leave, Estoile looked at him before closing the door " you have to worry about your son for the most of it "

After closing the door, Estoile silently looked down, raising his dark blue scarred arms

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" Yes, Collector? "

He kneeled down to his baby brother, who grabbed his hat tightly out of worry, he pointed at his arms " Est, that blue thing growing in your arms, sure you okay? "

Estoile chuckled then smiled at him " I'm fine, that's what my job takes, don't worry, you won't have it ...

I'm sure you're going to be a great Archivist "

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Such a hope, having such a family

He turned only to see his twin younger siblings sleepy on the wall

" Solar, Lunar, I thought we talked about this already " he shaked them in a try to wake them up

The End

[ilovemanyathing]

The Hellhound Hero (An MHA/Helluva Boss Crossover)

This is based mostly off  My Hero Academia by Kohei Horokoshi and Helluva Boss by Vivienne Medrano a.k.a. Vivziepop. Although I will have some elements of other franchises, namely Helluva's progenitor series Hazbin Hotel, and some other ideas here and there…

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Chapter 1

In a world where 80% of the planet’s population is gifted with superpowers, there are some people who get the short end of the stick. One boy had to learn this the hard way…

This is not one person's story, but another’s.

A young boy, ten years of age with fossil-gray hair and dark-reddish-brown eyes, was sitting on the balcony of his apartment, icing a bruise on his shoulder. He wore a black tank-top with a wolf pattern printed on it. He also wore shorts, sandals, and a circular red pendant with the image of a star on it. But the spark in his eyes was gone, after enduring years of abuse from his father.

The boy’s name was Damian Jones, and he once wished to become a superhero, now, he wished he was dead.

His father, Donovan, was a mentally unstable man that his one link left from snapping; his first wife, Stephanie, was dead. Not recently, she died when their son was born. Already, his mind began to slip into insanity, but he didn’t hurt Damian, because he still thought he needed a mother figure in his life. Samantha, Damian’s stepmother, entered the two’s life when he was only one. But even having a mom couldn’t stop his father’s sanity drifting away from him.

Damian had no friends growing up, mostly because he was being ostracized for being stuck without a quirk, and he was teased by his peers. , he stumbled upon a green-haired boy curled up in a ball with singed clothes, cowering from the insults thrown at him by a red-eyed, blonde-haired asshole. “Come on Deku, GET UP AND FIGHT YOU QUIRKLESS SCRUB!” screamed the blonde, the poor green-haired kid screamed in agony. “Kacchan, please stop! You’re scaring me,” this kid, nicknamed ‘Deku’ meekly said, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, as the blonde conjured an explosion from the palm of his hand. 

“HEY!” Both boys looked to see Damian charging at them, his eyes turning maroon to crimson, to blood red. “Leave the kid alone, douchebag. Can’t you see you’ve caused enough trauma?!” He yelled at the blonde boy, who started to accelerate at the gray-haired boy. “Who do YOU think you are to think you can yell at me, he’s useless now, and he always will be quirkless De-”

The blonde was instantly knocked to the ground with one roundhouse kick to the jaw, rendering him unconscious. Damian turned around to check on the green-haired boy, who was still shivering from what was gonna happen to him. “Aren’t you gonna hurt me? I’m quirkless.” 

“No…”

“What?”

“I honestly don’t give a damn about you being quirkless, because I’m also quirkless. I just clocked him,” Damian said, Deku couldn’t believe it. “What’s your name?”

“Izuku Midoriya.”

“Damian Jones,” the gray-haired said as he extended his hand. Izuku obliged as he extended his and was helped back to his feet. But the moment he stood up, the blonde bully, nicknamed Kacchan, started to groan as he slowly started to wake up from his dirt nap.

“We gotta scramble, before this guy is up and at ‘em, or it’s gonna be our necks,” Damian said as he grabbed Midoriya’s hand and ran out of the park into the far end of the park, where that blonde twit wouldn’t find them. After running what felt like forever, they reached the gate of Izuku’s apartment building, the two briskly pacing up the stairs.

“Mom, I’m home,” he called out to whoever was present in the space. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with her hair the same shade of green as Deku’s hair came out of the kitchen. From the look of her eyes and her hair color, this woman was Midoriya’s mother. But where was his dad though? Maybe at wo-

“What happened to you?” Izuku’s mother asked, concerned after noticing his singed clothes and small burns on his arms and legs.

‘Time to say it,’ Damian told himself. Out loud. “Oh, hello,” the kind-hearted-but-slightly-frantic Missus greeted Damian after suddenly noticing him standing there. The two boys exchange looks, Izuku not wanting to worry his mother anymore, but Damian’s look says that he has no other choice.

“Kacchan did this.”

To say her mother was shocked would be an understatement. She started shedding some tears as she hugged her son, apologizing that she was never strong enough to really look out for her little boy. She promised she’ll call Kacchan’s mother so Izuku can be gifted with an apology. Damian pitied Izuku as he wondered how long he managed to hide this secret from her, but couldn’t help but feel a small pang of envy seeing a parent that actually worries about their child.

After a different playdate at Izuku’s, one that involved him playing board games that resulted in a lot of groans from whoever lost the game of UNO and Monopoly. But then, it was 6:37, time for Damian to head home. Thankfully, his house was only on the other side of the park.

“Thanks for your hospitality, Mrs Midoriya,” Damian said as he was accompanied to the main doors of the building. “See you next week,” Damian said to the Midoriyas as he started his trip home.

But little did he know that that one moment of happiness would be his last…

Alive at least…

As Damian kept a brisk pace around the pathways of the park, he felt as if there was something that was following him. He suddenly caught the glimpse of a shadow that ominously began to follow him around, saying antagonizing remarks at him. It didn't feel human, but it was nothing more than just a figment of his imagination. 

But, when he arrived at his apartment, his father grabbed his scrawny arm, his index finger seeping into a wound from the last lashing he inflicted. Causing Damian to scream in pain as he felt his arm being squeezed by a steel-like grip as he was thrown to ground, resulting in him hitting his head.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, DIPSHIT!?” Donovan barked as he kicked his son’s stomach, forcing him to cough up blood and bile while desperately trying to breathe.

“Dad, please! Stop” Damian desperately pleaded as his father beat him again and again with a leather strap, leaving more bruises upon his ribcage and back. His cries just became louder and more raspy as he cried rivers as more blood seeped from open wounds.

Finally, his sanity slipping, his father grabbed a shotgun off the mantelpiece and fired two shots. One through his forehead, and one more through his heart. Samantha had enough and desperately called the police. They came and promptly had Donovan taken to the station. He was eventually given three years in prison with three more on probation. She wished she had the power to change what has passed, but there was no changing the facts.

Damian Jones, a boy of only 10 years, was dead.

But little did they know, death was not the end.

[disaster-j]

Okay so! White's rooftop monologue has to be one of the best scenes in the show so far. And definitely the most significant to the plot this episode. So we should talk about it!

We start off the scene watching White struggle to keep up with the gang. He's not physically equipped for parkour, poor guy. Still, he manages to follow along without collapsing (which, I would be dead by now lbr) so props to him for making it until the very end before truly wavering. And when he does we get to see Gang Dad Kumpha quickly clues in to his new son's struggle and comes in with his wisdom.

(I was gonna put his more serious speech in but this was funnier and we all know what he said anyway.)

This interaction between them, to me, further solidifies the idea that Kumpha knows this isn't Black and that he's actively choosing to take White under his wing to help him however he can instead of trying to figure out why he's here. Because there is no way Black would have hesitated and no way Kumpha would need to give that feral boy a pep talk about jumping off a roof. He probably does that kind of shit for fun.

Kumpha seems quite protective of White too. It's like he understands that White is someone who isn't as strong as the others and needs extra help to get there. He gets that White is suspicious of the gang and their motives and is doing his best to be supportive of White while clarifying at every turn why he trains them the way he does, to do the things they do. Why it is important and how it may some day save their lives.

And White listens. Because he is more open to learning their perspective now than he was before his fight with his father. He spends the whole episode arguing with Gram because he wants him to justify the gang's ideology in a way that is not only palatable to the general public but would also incite support for their actions.

I don't think he quite realises this but White is actively acting and thinking like a diplomat there. He's saying, "I know what you think and feel. I need you to say it in a way that makes everyone understand your anger without fearing it." Gram doesn't get that because he's too frustrated by Black not taking his side for once. But that's a topic for another post. The point is! White is trying to understand and accept the gang's ideology. Which, in my opinion, is a sign he's starting to view himself as a part of the gang instead of an intruder. Which is technically what he is- a spy.

He's starting to realise that he needs the gang. That perhaps this is the place for him. I think that's why he's so desperate to understand. To get Gram to help him understand. So he can align himself to this cause fully. So he can stop fearing them and find the true enemy. His goal is changing and he's finally starting to acknowledge it here. Being Black is no longer about finding out if the gang hurt his brother. Now it is more about finding where White himself fits into this. If he even could.

And perhaps he's realising that there could be a place for him by Sean's side. That he and Sean could help each other accomplish their goals. Or, at the very least, he hopes for it.

It was evident from the scene in pt1 with Namo that White is becoming attached to Sean. The way he was so mad and upset at Sean for bringing Namo into the space that is meant to be White's to share with Sean is a sign that his feelings are bubbling up. All this time he has been trying to suppress his growing attraction to Sean out of the fear that Sean may have hurt Black. Now that he's basically on the verge of ruling Sean and the rest of the gang out as suspects, he no longer has a legitimate reason to suppress his feelings.

As he starts to let himself feel whatever emotions Sean arouses inside him, he grows fond of this man whom he knows he should hate.

The thing about SeanWhite is that they balance each other out. There are a lot of opposites in this show. Black and White are foils, Black and Gram are opposites and so are Sean and White. They compliment each other in a way that is instantly evident from the second they meet. Sean's rough edges are softened by White's gentler nature. His erratic anger calmed by White's caring nature. Sean's fearless front brings out the courage in White. Sean's righteous rage incites the rebellion inside White that drives him away from his own upbringing.

Sean has gone from being his brother's aggressive frenemy whom White suspects of attempted murder, to a man with noble intentions whom White can't help but trust. And now that he has made this leap- literally and figuratively-and decided to put his trust in Sean, he craves for Sean's trust right back. He wants Sean to see him as someone he can lean on, someone who's on his side. He may not be ready to show it yet but he's beginning to acknowledge it in his mind. He wants him and Sean to be on even footing, wants the animosity gone. Now all he needs to do is figure out the why of it all.

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[yakumtsaki]

Alright, time for the FOR REAL last spare update because ffs. Brit Brit and Reginald move Downtown in this beautiful Eaxis shack, reminds me of generation 1♡ How you doing, Brit, I know this isn’t really your scene.

-Oh it’s great, I’ve never been better!

Are you sure you’re not maybe a little bit in denial?

-Of course not!

Are you really sure??

-Oh hi, Wanda! Just wanted to let you know your daughter is a homewrecking slut! :D -Didn’t you homewreck her first? -That doesn’t sound like me.

-Ah, cereal for every meal! Nutritious! I don’t miss Gunther’s lobster at all! I’ll find another lobster! Bigger and without freckles!

GROSS.

Brit Brit wanted to get a dog and I wasn’t gonna do it because we are BROKE, but then I’m like hmm what if we put it to work.. So we got Dakota the beagle and Brit LOVES her..

..unlike poor Reginald, who has to rely on Trent Traveller’s charity.

Every single update this generation has featured some questionable parenting, but allow Brit to take the cake as Reginald grows up a) in the bathroom b) while the nanny takes a crap c) in this haircut. Over before it began. 

From what I can tell Reggie is a Brit clone other than Gunther’s BUSTED AF JAW, which you guys might remember I discovered is somehow sharper on one side than it is on the other?? Thanks for literally nothing Gunther.

So there are a ton of sims out there who are competent and hardworking and can handle single-parenthood with no problem. Unfortunately it’s becoming clear that Brit is not one of them, so the time has come to remarry, and I know just the hapless moron we’re gonna trap..

..hello again, Castor!

-Can you believe Melody took from me what I had rightfully stolen from her?? Such betrayal is unforgivable, we’ll never be best friends again!! -Of course, especially when there’s a child involved! -Thankfully the child isn’t Gunther’s, I wouldn’t want those genes near me! -It’s not? Whose is it? -Well yours, of course! Why do you think I called you here! 

-WHAT?? I’M A DAD??? :D -Yes you are, baby! -Oh Brit, that makes me so happy! Why didn’t you tell me before? -I’m sorry darling but I couldn’t, it would cause such a scandal due to my immense fame after the Monty Farms Orange Soda commercial! -That must have been so hard on you, Brit. 

-It was, but it’s all better now, and we can finally be a family! -I’d love that Brit-

-WAIT WAIT WAIT, HOLD UP. WHAT? WE HAVEN’T HOOKED UP IN 20 YEARS, HOW COULD THIS KID POSSIBLY BE MINE?? -EXCUSE ME??? YOU DON’T REMEMBER SLEEPING WITH ME 3 YEARS AGO?? WHAT THE FUCK, CASTOR -I slept with you 3 years ago??? Where??? -At the alumni-undergrad mixer!!! -I never go to that thing! -OH MY GOD. You seriously don’t remember? Do you have a drinking problem?? You know what, I didn’t dump one drunkard slut just to get with another one, Reginald deserves better! If you don’t want to be there for your child that’s fine! -No, I want to be there for him! I’m so sorry, Brit, I guess I was drunk.

-It’s ok baby, I forgive you. Why don’t you go meet your son?

-Hey Reginald, I’m your daddy! You don’t know each other well yet, but I can feel that you’re 50% my DNA and my primal paternal instincts are starting to awaken. 

Man, Brit and I are truly of one mind, they’re not even in love yet LOL. I see you, girl!

-Castor, will you marry me and take responsibility for this child you sired? -Of course I will, Brit! Let me just drop out of college, brb.

-Bye, dude! -Good luck! -I don’t need luck when I’m marrying an angel like Brit!

Ah, what a beautiful wedding. It’s Castor’s look of perplexment for me.

With Castor’s (disappointing) cash infusion we move to this bigger but equally fug house next door.

The career flopage around here is unreal. Et tu, Dakota??

Fml for real. It’s time to grind like never before!!! I change Castor’s ridic knowledge aspiration to popularity and now he wants to be a Celeb Chef, how nice and high paying!

I can’t believe we’re using money trees, I didn’t even resort to that during Vic-Komei early years. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Shockingly, pseudo-intellectual himbo Castor has really grown on me, he’s very good at taking care of himself (unlike Brit whom I have to chase around to make sure she doesn’t die)-

-and since I kept his knowledge aspiration as a secondary he just skills for his career uncomplainingly-

..plus he loves Reginald!

And let me tell you, that’s a hard feat, this brat’s personality is classic Union aka super active, super neat, super mean nightmare.

Thanks solely to Castor, Reggie grew up well! I really didn’t see that coming. LOL @ this hippie outfit.

-Change me right now!!!

Ah, much better! Boy, he might legit be the snootiest looking child I’ve ever had, he even beats out Jojo.

So Brit immediately wanted to get Reggie into private school and the headmaster came while Castor was at work. But since Brit has like 5 cooking points by now I was like it’s gonna be fine, and she of course burned the food. It looked like a lost cause, until Castor returned from work and singlehandedly saved us..

..by SCHMOOZING. WHAT. Bro this interaction always flops for me but I guess Castor was ~the cool man on campus~ for a reason! I can’t believe I’ve come to stan Castor Nova, what can I tell you, he’s been great.

We finally catch a freaking break financially when the matchmaker leaves us a much undeserved genie lamp.

-UGH, DON’T YOU PEOPLE EVER CLEAN THIS CRAPHOLE

Blame Melody and Gunther for kicking our garbage can 50 times a day because Brit kicks their garbage can. It’s a vicious cycle.

-Hmm let me think.. Beauty? Already got it. Longer life? I’m gonna be an immortal Icon. Peace of mind? Never had it, don’t need it. 

-Bags of cash so I can finally fuck outta here? Do I have to tell Castor about it and ‘share’?🤢 -NO🧞 -You’ve got a deal. 

-I got an A+ I got an A+!!!!!

Sorry Reg, unless it comes with a cash reward I’m not interested.

OH MY GOD FINALLY

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YAS. WE DID IT BRIT!!!!!!!!!

-‘We’? All you did was have me top the wrong career.

It was confusing ok?? 

So on the same day Castor gets promoted to lvl 9 via chance card, and when he comes back that thing happens when he still has time to go to work in his new schedule-

-AND HE GETS PROMOTED AGAIN.

AND HE GETS A 10K BONUS

I STAN AN INDUSTRIOUS KING

Time to fuck off!!!

But not before Reginald grows up into an even snootier teen-

-and ROLLS THIS. I am straight up cursed but I guess we know who’s gonna be taking care of the spare pets once Daniel dies.

With our hard, HARD earned money, we finally move into this Brit-appropriate abode, which I of course didn’t build hence it looks great.

Birthday time for Brit Brit! You’ve had a tough go of it babe, time to enjoy life with your boy-toy! 

-Oh, the places I’ll go! Twikkii Island to be exact!

And that’s it for Kween Brit Brit and a wrap on the spares! Back to the main house now, and we’ll be taking Reginald with us to college!

[realm-sweet-realm]

How would your batim couples raise crying child from fnaf?

Interesting question! It would sure be nice if, a week or so before the bite of ‘83, something happened to William that would allow me to take the poor kid and put him somewhere where he could get some stability and parental love, and if I ignored the differing time periods the games are set in so I could think about how canon ships would parent. (Also I’m gonna call him Evan, just because I gotta call him something!)

Abby and Lacie: this couldn’t be much more perfect. They’re both looking to have a child and could be responsible with one. Abby in particular is well-connected with her family and knows what good parenting looks like. They’re also both incredible role-models when it comes to resilience and self-sufficiency, so they’d be more than capable of teaching him some much-needed coping skills. They also have very different skillsets and interests, so no matter what the kid takes interest in, it’s likely that one of them could support him in it. 12/10, these two would be great parents and could raise a kid to take on the world.

Henry and Linda: they’ve already got four kids, so while they aren’t looking to add another one, they’d be capable of it. Evan would have siblings that treat him well, and I’ve always seen Henry as a good dad, although Linda is home more often. He’s the kind of person who could be your rock. 10/10, great place to realize that the world isn’t so unfriendly after all.

Thomas and Allison: being responsible for a traumatized child is something Tom is pretty sure he’s seen in his nightmares. But he’d probably calm down over time and realize that not only is he not messing the kid up, but just being in a stable environment is causing him to improve by miles. He and Allison would actually make pretty good parents, with Tom’s strictness and concern balancing out Allison’s leniency and nonchalance. And they’re good role models when it comes to toughness. 9/10.

Jack and Sammy: This would work. Sammy would be nervous about it- he likes quiet, neatness and consistency in his home and isn’t sure how he’s going to adapt to having a kid around, not to mention how busy he is with the studio. Jack would be a lot calmer about it- he’d be upset that Evan ended up in this position, of course, but Jack has always wanted to adopt a kid. Jack would be the more involved parent, with Sammy stepping in sometimes to be the bad cop (Jack would probably be way too easy on him. But he definitely wouldn’t want for parental love). 8/10.

Grant and Shawn: this could put a lot of strain on them and their relationship, but they’re both good with kids. Shawn has a ton of younger relatives that he’s helped with, and he could bring him toys from work and tell him all his crazy stories about growing up in rural Ireland. Grant has been responsible for children before, so he knows what he’s doing, plus he probably knows a thing or two about keeping anxiety under control, and Grant could help him academically (might come in handy since Evan may have inherited some of his father’s brilliance). They’d be able to give Evan a stable home. On the negative side, Grant is stressed out and tired enough without a kid to look after, and Shawn would resent the loss of freedom. Grant might also resent always having to be the responsible one once a kid is in the picture. Overall, though, it would be fine. 7.5/10- some problems, but also some strengths.

Sammy and Susie: This... isn’t a good time for them. While Susie did want to become a mother someday, she meant five or ten years in the future, and not now when she’s trying to establish a voice acting career. Sammy, similarly, is very busy with his job. Nonetheless, they’d still be more involved parents than William, and despite his emotional fragility, Evan is pretty self-sufficient since he’s used to not having much support. Overall, I think they would get along well enough with him. Susie in particular I can see enjoying some mother-son activities with him. 7/10, they’d do okay.

Sammy and Joey: where to even begin. Well, for starters, Sammy doesn’t live five years past the point where he started dating Joey and Sammy was in a really bad mental place even before the ink. Their relationship was also unhealthy to say the least. Evan would have to watch to Sammy succumbing to ink infection, and if he’s unlucky, might witness Joey abusing his partner. On a very small plus side, Joey would treat Evan well- fuel his imagination with stories, teach him to follow his dreams, and maybe try to teach him some Illusion of Living ideology. Overall, though, it would be a very tense and unstable home for a kid, and Evan would definitely come out of it having to do a lot of work on his own to recover from trauma and become well-adjusted. -100/10, this isn’t good for anyone involved.

[sortasirius]

“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show.  Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst.  Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way.  Our one shot.  Our Last chance.  You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright?  But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode.  She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck.  I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad.  I love him eternally.  He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world.  Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it.  How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man.  Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel!  You know what?  Stay.  Stay.  Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made.  What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you.  He’s not like Cas.  He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes.  You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them?  It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh?  I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic.  Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened.  You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part.  Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along.  They HAVE free will, just not total free will.  Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write.  Obviously, this comes into play later. 

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance.  I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance.  Something we’ve never tried before.  Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world.  True balance.  The way it was always meant to be.  But you can’t.  You only care about your pleasure, your story.  Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable.  He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything.  He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies.  Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s.  Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals.  Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam.  The first man.  And Seraphina.  The angel.

“My old lady.  She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay.  Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons.  The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine.  I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive.  Not really.  You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free.  But now?  Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs.  And that’s, that’s because of you.  So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack.  Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important:  Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said.  He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it?  He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier.  He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore.  This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is.  The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place.  For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13.  This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that?  Dean, brought to the edge of doubt.  His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end.  And poor Sam, always gotta know everything.  Can’t leave well enough alone.  This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05?  Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom.  His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas?  I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates.  He can’t lose Cas.  But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants!  I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck.  In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die.  He has to!  Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me.  My entire life, you’ve protected me.  From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything.  I didn’t always like it, you know?  But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on.  It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true.  So please, put the gun away.  Just put it away.  We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me.  We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come.  Because fuck.  After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John.  John.  On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other.  Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other.  But this?  This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad.  This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time.  Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices.  And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday.  You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”?  They did what they were told.  But not you.  Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell.  Every one told him the same thing.  And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different.  Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people.  Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18.  I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.