#and john backhanded sam

[keen-eye]

remember when john shot (grazed) sam’s shoulder over a hot dog in the comics

thank you dabb & loflin

[ghostly-penumbra]

DPxDC Week 2023

13: John Constantine/Found Family/Oops

Ao3

To say that Sam was pissed was an understatement, and she let it be known with the intense glare she had Constantine pinned under.

She and her two friends sitting beside her were thrumming with different types of spirit magic, all of them speaking of age and power enough to keep him from shoving his foot into his mouth. For now.

“You sold me to a fucking Ancient.” His daughter said venomously, and John grimaced.

“In my defence, you weren’t even supposed to be born, darling.”

“John!” Zatanna scolded him, backhanding his arm whilst the teens on the other side of the table erupted into chaos with several choice words for him.

“Oi, oi, calm down!” He said firmly, and the kids quieted, though they still looked at him with anger. “Look, Sam,” and it was still bloody weird to be calling her by her name, personal and distant at the same time. She had his eyes’ shape, “I’m sorry for having made that contract and that you had to deal with that, but I needed that favour, and I can guarantee you it’s the only deal where I sold my kid on, no one else after-” he stopped himself and rephrased that, “no one else has any claim to your soul.” Then he realized what kind of beings she surrounded herself with, and added, “From me, at least, I don’t know what you three get up to on your free time.”

“Constantine!” Zatanna cried in indignation.

“Want us to kick his ass?” The (most likely a demigod) asked, while the ghost boy cracked his knuckles, his eyes flaring green.

His daughter, red in the face, looked at him in the eyes, with her fists clenched, and said, “Yes.”

[shallowseeker]

The destruction of the family diner in SPN's 14x13 Lebanon:

So many family & Dean symbols

Zachariah appears in front of a GARAGE (Al's Automobile Garage - Automobile Repairing). The light spotlights closed wooden doors, a callback to Castiel's arrival.

Papers and wrappers blow in the wind. There's a shopping cart with a big tire in it. Shopping is another family motif.

Cas joins him from the side of the shopping cart. (Combat isn't Zach's strong suit, I'm guessing, so he needs a specialist with him at all times.)

The next shot includes more CHECKERBOARDED patterned papers, a call-forward to the family unit/family diner. They're restaurant wrappers, strewn about like garbage, the specter of the trampling of the family diner.

Zachariah is disgusted by it, shaking his foot like it's dog poop.

"Earth. You're always stepping in something."

///

Dean's family diner

Zachariah and Cas enter the diner. The triangular neon sign "PSYCHIC" is lit up behind them, its eye peering at the audience. (I think it's a callback to Pamela, anther one of Dean's first contacts with Cas.)

This family diner is a pizza parlor called Big Little B&E Palace Pizza & Pasta. (Or something like that; probably just B&E.) To quote Shaggy from Scoobynatural, it's "like, a great Italian pizza place."

Also B&E -> like "breaking and entering."

///

The menu's got something for everyone:

The Classic Italian, The Greek, the Bacon Double Cheeseburger (Dean), Deluxe Hawaiian (Jack), Garden Veggie (Sam), Super Supreme.

Next to the menu, there's a bronze Roman warrior bust.

On the wall, two coats hang among the mass of coats, touching -- a gray one reminiscent of Dean's dead guy robe and something khaki-tan like Cas's.

///

Cut to Cas, directly positioned in front of the menu and next to the warrior bust. Cas will be shot in view of this threatening bust for much of this scene.

Zach orders Cas to get ready to murder everyone. The lights above the cashier counter burst. We get a shot of Cas powering up that bears some resemblance to the shot of Godstiel at the end of season 6.

When he powers up the windows of the family pizza diner light up, garnering the attention of Sam and Dean, who happen to be RIGHT OUTSIDE 528 B & E.

///

Shot of Cas powered up and ready to kill. The Roman soldier bust remains in the shot.

Enter Sam and Dean.

When Dean calls for Cas, the bust drops from the shot, but only for a second. Instead, we see more of the family diner menu. However, when Dean pleads, "Cas, you know us!" Cas hardens.

"I don't know you." And suddenly, the bust is back in the shot.

Dean's expression is like whiplash. Ow.

"Kill them."

Warrior--pizza--Cas. It's a mockery of Dean's family.

///

The fight & destruction of Dean's family diner

Cas attacks Dean first--throws him into two silver serving trays.

Cut to Zachariah choking Sam...in front of sailboats from Italy, Lago di Garda. (Famously, Lake Garda has something for everyone with its colorful towns, majestic castles, ancient Roman ruins, sun-kissed beaches, vineyards, amusement parks, and historical sites.)

These paired sails bring to mind Mary & John. Or Dean & Cas.

Side note: Absolutely hilarious that Zach blames Sam for the disturbance. Dean is the one who made the wish.

///

Dean is on the defense, but whacking Cas with a silver platter is pretty much like hammering an unmovable wall. Cas just keeps coming. He backhands Dean face-first into a brick wall.

Side sidenote: I'm glad the boys' angel blades hadn't disappeared yet. A few minutes later and the timeline might've eaten them, leaving the boys defenseless.

Side side sidenote: Although Dean favors Cas with the blunt end of the angel blade, quickly getting disarmed in the process, Sam's not that nice. After dispatching Zach, he attacks Cas with the pointy end.

Cas punches Sam in the face...and then backhands Dean again. Sam comes for more, gets the vector of his blade blocked, and gets choked again.

Cas throws Sam into one of the family diner table, spilling the meal the three Lebanon friends had been enjoying. The destruction of the family meal. The tablecloth is the same checkerboard pattern than Zach trampled earlier.

Elbow to Dean's face. Dean gets thrown into the shelf of dishes. The glasses on the top shelf shatter. Both white mugs fall, too. Everything shatters, and Dean falls into the glass. The destruction of the metaphorical kitchen, the domestic space with coffee cups.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

**I'm so sorry this has taken so long. Life has been rough and I've had a hard time focusing on anything besides survival.

I hope it was worth the wait.

Chapter 7

Bucky shot up out of bed at the sound of his phone ringing. "Fuck" he grumbled when he saw it was 4am and Sam was calling.

"Hey terminator, we have work to do. Meet me at Fort Hamilton asap."

Bucky grunted "Yeah." And went to take a shower and gear up. He was about to board the plane when he remembered he was supposed to see Y/N this week.

"Fuck" he swore to himself and pulled his phone out to send her a text.

'Sorry for the early morning text, doll. Sam needs me. I'll call asap. XO'

Bucky shook his head to clear his thoughts of her and focus on what Sam was saying as they boarded. All he caught was "-I don't like him either but we need to play nice." before he looked up to see his worst nightmare.

John looked up from his phone and grimaced when he saw Bucky. That look improved Bucky's mood instantly and he grinned at John.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Morning Johnny! Long time no see! How the Hell have you been?" Bucky almost giggled as he slapped John's shoulder a little too hard.

John shot him a foul look "I don't know what you're so happy about. My nephew isn't going to put up with you ruining his mother."

Bucky's smile grew "He doesn't really have much say in the matter."

John scoffed "It figures you're ok with breaking up a family, taking a mother from her children."

Bucky couldn't help the laugh that broke through "From her children? They are both adults. He's 30 and his sister is looking forward to meeting me."

He looked John in the eye and winked "Better me than you."

Sam chuckled under his breath, happy to see Bucky's confidence up after his time with Y/N. Making John Walker squirm was just icing.

Before John could come up with a decent comeback, Torres came out to tell them they were taking off and to buckle up.

Once they were airborne Sam cleared his throat as he pulled up a map on the table and they started working out a strategy. John challenged everything Bucky said, throwing out some backhanded compliments for good measure. Bucky couldn't wipe the smirk off of his face which only angered John more, until he slammed his fist against the table, cracking the screen and reaching the end of Sam's rope.

"ENOUGH!" Sam shouted and turned to glare at John. "I don't give a single fuck about your problem with Bucky or what he's doing with your adult sister or how her adult kids feel about it. We're here to do a job and you need to get it together!"

John snapped "Fine" and looked at Bucky "But we need to talk once this is done."

Bucky shrugged "Whatever you say." still grinning.

Sam shook his head and finalized their plan.

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Y/N stepped out of her shower and got ready for work before looking at her phone to see if Pepper had any requests before she made it to the office. Her heart sped up when she saw there was a text from Bucky but fell when she read he was on a mission. She shook it off, Pepper usually kept her too busy to let her thoughts wander away from work.

When she went for coffee Dawn was at the table. Y/N told her about the text from Bucky which brought a laugh out.

Y/N glared at her "That's not very nice!"

Dawn coughed "On no, sorry Sissy. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at our dear brother. I got a text from Olivia and Johnny was called in for a thing with Sam. Johnny must be thrilled to spend the next week with the two of them. I hope he doesn't let his temper get him into more trouble." She sighed "Anyhow, she's coming for dinner tonite. Poor thing sounded desperate to get out of the house."

Y/N shook her head "I'm sure he keeps her on a tight leash. Of all the people you and Johnny brought home during high school, I really thought she was smart enough to see through him. Love really can make us stupid."

Dawn nodded "Stupid, blind, insane. Since her parents are too blinded by Johnny playing Captain America they don't seem to care how he treats her. We're all she has."

Y/N nodded "So you gonna cook?"

Dawn nodded "Of course. Im certainly not letting you near anybfood I plan to eat."

"Hey! My baking is top notch."

Dawn nodded, smirking "Yeah but your cooking, not so much."

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They arrived at Stark Tower 20 minutes early so Y/N grabbed coffee for Pepper and herself.

When Pepper came in they sat in her office to chat about their weekend, Pepper grilled her about the date and tried to be supportive when she learned Michael's reaction to Y/N's new beau.

"He's a grown man and will adjust. He's never had to deal with a parent dating someone different but I'm sure he wants you to be happy."

Y/N smiled "I hope so, he really was out of line last nite."

"So when are you seeing him again?"

Y/N shrugged "He texted me early this morning to let me know Sam called for his help and he didn't know how long it would be."

She smirked "The fun part is that Johnny is apparently on that same mission with them. I'd love to be a fly on that wall."

Pepper laughed "Hopefully they don't hurt each other."

"I wouldn't hold much hope of that." she laughed softly before her smile fell. "I guess I should let you know. Johnny said he would get me fired if I kept seeing James. Something about telling his friends at S.W.O.R.D. that I'm a security risk. I don't know if he actually has any friends that would do that or if any of them are powerful enough to do anything but if you hear anything negative about me it's probably from him."

Pepper smiled "Don't worry, we have contracts with S.W.O.R.D. but they don't have any say in how I run things or who I hire."

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After 9 hours in the air they arrived in the Belgian countryside to follow up on a tip Sharon gave them on the Power Broker.

They spent 2 days straight looking and seemingly just missing them everywhere they went.

All three men had frayed nerves caused by the frustration from missing their target but even more because of John's attitude and constant trash talking.

"This place is bullshit. I'm starting to wonder if the Power Broker actually exists. Or maybe Sharon is giving us crap intel because she's mad her fuck buddy found a new, older and uglier plaything?" John taunted.

Bucky's jaw clenched and the whirring from his prosthetic could be heard as his hand stretched and clenched.

He shook his head

"Nice try Johnny but Sharon was Steve's mistake, not mine. And if your sister is so nasty, why are you working so hard to get into her pants?"

Sam chuckled "You two really need to shut up about Y/N. When we get home you can fight or whatever to get it out of your system."

Bucky gave Sam a big smile "Sure thing pal."

John grumbled but helped finish searching the seemingly abandoned building.

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Dawn was finishing dinner and Y/N set the table when the doorbell rang.

Dawn looked to her sister "Must be Olivia, I'm stuck here can you-"

Y/N laughed "Already on my way, can't disturb the artist."

When she answered the door Olivia smiled at her and they hugged.

"You know you can just come in right?"

Olivia chuckled nervously "I know you said I could but John-"

Y/N made a face "Fuck Johnny"

Olivia flinched but tried to hide it.

Y/N laughed "Sorry, I know you don't like my language."

Olivia quickly replied "No, it's ok. John just doesn't..Sorry, I'm doing it again. I love him but he can be a little overbearing."

"A little?"

They both laughed.

Y/N headed for the kitchen "Well, come in and have a glass of wine. I think Sissy is almost done with dinner. We're having Mama Walker's beef stroganoff."

Olivia shook her head "John doesn't like me drinking. He says it's not ladylike."

Dawn smirked and handed her a glass "Don't worry, we won't tell. Have a seat."

Olivia tentatively took the glass "Alright, just one." and sat at the table while the sisters served dinner.

Once they all sat they started talking, catching up and eating. Olivia ended up having 2 more glasses of wine before the meal was done and they were all laughing at a story Dawn shared from her work.

Once the table was cleared they nibbled on some holiday cookies Y/N made and Olivia got quiet.

Y/N put her hand over Olivia's "Is everything alright? You clammed up on us there."

Olivia looked at her nervously "I have to tell you something but I'm a little scared."

"Hey, we're family here. You can tell us anything." Dawn encouraged.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Well, I don't think I'm supposed to know about this but." She paused and took a deep breath "Well, Michael came by the house last week. Which was strange because I don't think he really likes John. But they were in the den talking and I wasn't trying to listen but they were both pretty loud and" she paused and looked at Y/N who nodded. "I didn't hear the details but they were going to try to do something to get Sargent Barnes pardon revoked. Make it look like he caused some kind of trouble" her words rushed out.

"I don't know exactly but it's not right. He paid his dues for something that wasn't his fault in the first place and Y/N you deserve to be happy and loved after everything with Mike. I don't know why John hates you so much or wants to interfere but I felt like you should know, maybe you can warn him. I know they're on the same mission right now." She looked at them, then at her hands in her lap and whispered "Please don't tell him I said anything"

Y/N and Dawn looked at each other and sighed. Y/N took Olivia's hand "Don't worry, we have a lot of experience keeping secrets from Johnny, you're safe."

Olivia teared up "You two have always been here for me, even when John has been so awful and I thought I needed to say something to you."

Y/N smiled "Thank you for telling us. I haven't spoken to James since he left but when I do I'll tell him to watch out." Her expression became angry "I'll find a way to get Michael to confess at dinner on Sunday. I might have to kick his ass myself."

Olivia looked shocked "Oh please don't hurt him. I know he's doing it out of love, he's just misguided."

Y/N sighed "That may be but sometimes a slap upside the head is necessary to get his thinking right. He truly is his fathers son. Stubborn and can't admit he's wrong. Don't worry, I won't hurt him too much"

They cleaned up and Olivia called a cab to go home.

After she left Dawn and Y/N smoked a joint and discussed the situation, working on a plan to get Michael to spill his secrets.

@supraveng @cjand10 @440mxs-wife @kandis-mom @dtba-grey81 @calwitch

Chapter 8

[dotthings]

Of course, one of the spn fansites on the misinformation factory known as twitter dot com is signal boosting a clickbaity, simplistic "theory" as to the differences between TW and the spn mothership continuity, to their 97k followers.

Sometimes I just want to scream. I only have a few thousand on here. I do my best. I don't have 97k followers.

And the replies are even worse, with people showing up to hate on TW based on a simplistic, low-hanging, uninteresting, shallow theory on a clickbait website. IT'S A FANDOM THEORY WHY ARE YOU HATING ON TW FOR A FANDOM THEORY!!!!!!!!!!!!??? "lol this proves how bad the show is" IT'S!!! A FANDOM THEORY!!!!! and one I find boring af and I am not even going to insult the creative team at CMP by thinking it could be a thing.

Meanwhile there's Jared stans who won't stop concern troll wankbaiting about TW while pretending they're supportive of it even thought they either aren't into it really or even by their own admission, don't even watch it.

Anyways, here's an opinion: alternate universe as the explanation for the differences between TW and the spn mothership is simplistic and boring and wipes out the beautifully intricate narrative CMP has been laying out for us so far. Where unreliable narrators and the complexities of how old family stories get told are in play. Where you think you know the whole story but you don't. Where people sometimes hide the truth for their own comfort, they lie to themselves, they don't share everything with their kids. Where we (the audience) know bits and pieces of the whole picture but not the whole picture.

Anyway, TW is really really beautiful, and we are getting blanks filled in, and unreliable narrations corrected or recontextualized, we're getting a fuller picture--and so is Dean.

The "alternate universe" theory also makes no sense because Dean isn't going to care about piecing together alt John and alt Mary's history instead of the John and Mary who are his and Sam's actual parents, Dean trying to understand himself and where he comes from and his family's history and unpack his own traumas and generational trauma.

The people pushing this "lol alt universe" "it's the Richester universe" are pretty much all the types who backhand TW. Or are resentful but trying not to show it so they're reaching for explanations that make what TW is actually doing more bearable to them.

[solarmidnight]

Have a massive problem with Dean ONCE AGAIN being John's bait in Dead Man's Blood, especially since it was accompanied by Dean getting hit and then kissed against his will. Why neither Sam nor John made a move when Dean took the backhand to face is beyond me; all they did was shoot the vampires with crossbow bolts. It certainly wasn't necessary to wait that long to do it.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | The Killer (Woo, 2024)

The words "Peacock Original" did not inspire much confidence, and neither did the reception to John Woo's last film Silent Night (which I have yet to see), but this isn't bad. This was obviously not going to live up to the original, but it wisely doesn't try to ape it beyond the basics of the plot. I'm not the first person to point out that this feels less like authentic Woo than a EuropaCorp production, thanks to the jauntier, slinkier tone and French milieu. This doesn't aim for anywhere near the same emotional intensity as the original but instead piles on a bunch of plot convolutions, which others seem to have gelled to more than me, although it does give Woo an excuse to play around with splitscreen.

Nathalie Emmanuel and Omar Sy play their roles in distinctly different registers than Chow Yun-Fat and Danny Lee. To be honest I thought Emmanuel was quite terrible in the Fast and Furious movies, but she holds her own here, particularly in the action scenes, while Sy has a lot of fun playing a streetwise cop. You also get Tcheky Karyo adding some French cinema flavour, and Sam Worthington playing an Irishman, something the mean really leans into for some reason. We could have had an actual Irishman in the role. Maybe Pierce Brosnan can be in Woo's next film... playing an Australian. To even the score. Also, Woo's daughter Angeles plays an assassin and is credited as "Chi Mai", which is a nice tip of the hat.

Action-wise, Woo is operating well below his peak, but he still seems engaged. I don't think any of the action here pops as much as even Manhunt, which I remember having a blast with when I saw it at TIFF after drunkenly trying to navigate down the dangerously steep balcony stairs at the Princess of Wales Theatre and fearing I would trip and fall to my death. And some of the shot sequencing seems a little arbitrary, as the swerves of the camera don't always flow into each other. But there's enough fun stuff here that I more or less had a good time. A lot of this sounds like backhanded compliments, and with good reason, but like I said, given that this was a streaming release (replete with streaming movie sheen), my expectations were low and I was pleasantly surprised by the end result.

[ledenews]

Toledo Takes 3-0 Lead in Second Round Series Vs. Wheeling

The Wheeling Nailers have some work to do in the Central Division Final Series, as the Toledo Walleye were victorious for the third time in the set on Wednesday night - the first contest at WesBanco Arena. Toledo went 3-for-5 on the power play, while receiving a five-point performance from Riley Sawchuk and a four-point effort from Sam Craggs in a 7-3 win over the Nailers. Matt Koopman, David Drake, and Matthew Quercia were the Wheeling goal scorers. Toledo set the tone on the offensive side of the puck during the first period, as the visitors built a 3-1 lead. The opening marker came off of a Wheeling turnover, as Riley Sawchuk swept the puck away inside of his own blueline, took himself on a breakaway, and sniped a wrist shot into the top-right corner of the cage. In the latter half of the period, the Walleye upped their lead on the power play. Sam Craggs grabbed the puck off of the right corner boards, turned on the jets toward the net, and stuffed a shot through Jaxon Castor. Wheeling answered with a shorthanded strike 1:18 later. Matthew Quercia lobbed a pass ahead to Matt Koopman, who broke behind the defense, faked to his backhand, and lifted his attempt into the top pocket of the twine. With 1:41 remaining, Toledo regained its two-goal edge. Craggs tied up a face-off on the right dot, which allowed Brandon Kruse to snatch the loose puck, dance to his left, and lift a shot into the right side of the net. Both sides found the back of the net twice in the middle frame, as the Walleye extended their lead a couple of times, before the Nailers responded on each occasion. Brandon Hawkins cashed in on a 5-on-3 for Toledo at the 3:33 mark, when he zipped in a low wrist shot from the bottom of the left circle. David Drake answered that marker for Wheeling, as he took a feed from Lukas Svejkovsky and took advantage of some extra space below the left face-off dot to toss a shot into the left side of the goal. Sawchuk netted his second of the contest on another Walleye power play, as he clobbered a one-timer from the bottom of the right circle into the top-left corner of the cage. Matthew Quercia got that tally back for the Nailers, as he crashed the goal and forced in a setup from Davis Bunz. Alexandre Doucet and Craggs tacked on empty netters for Toledo to cap off the 7-3 final score. John Lethemon collected the win for the Walleye, as he turned aside 19 of the 22 shots he faced. Jaxon Castor suffered the defeat for Wheeling, as he made 16 saves on 21 shots, before giving way to Garret Sparks, who was 7-for-7 in relief. The Central Division Final Series will continue at WesBanco Arena with game four on Friday night at 7:10. That will be a Frosty Friday, featuring $2 beer specials. To purchase tickets for the playoffs or for any questions or concerns about ticketing, please visit wheelingnailers.com or call (304) 234-GOAL. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Read the full article

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #47: In the Hands of the Hunter!

Read Date: December 26, 2022 Cover Date: April 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: John Romita ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read:

Kraven the Hunter is back

and Goblin is also featured on the opening splash!

oh, it's a flashback scene

a flashback scene that was never shown in the past. ok, ok, I see what you're doin' there, Stan

Kraven wants to go after Goblin for the $20,000 bounty on Spider-Man's head… except he hasn't defeated Spider-Man yet. Do the job first, Kraven.

a few months in prison for attempted murder? sigh

Kraven wants to go after Goblin, but he sees in a paper that Goblin "died" in a fire by Spider-Man's hands, so now Kraven also blames Spider-Man for spoiling his revenge. Because nothing is ever Kraven's fault.

Kraven knows to get money from Norman Osborn though; he followed him in the past, thinking Osborn was Goblin's flunky but not knowing he's actually the Goblin himself

cut to Anna Watson and Aunt May's place. M.J. stops by the help unpack.

sigh And by "help unpack," she apparently mean "dance in the middle of the living room so the old women have to work around me." (M.J.'s outfits have been really awesome, though, I must say.)

cut to Harry and Pete's place. Norman Osborn is stopping by to see how they're settling in

Norman is treating Harry better now that he's not the Goblin (though we know that won't last). Boy, that hair of theirs…

Kraven learns that Osborn is away on a business trip. Back at his lair, he reveals he's been working on laser beams that shoot out of his nipples--er, out of the eyes of the lion on his clothes--and will take away Spider-Man's "spider speed." Why, Kraven, it sounds as though you're not up for the challenge of taking him on at full strength.

cut to E.S.U. where Gwen is inviting everyone to Flash's going away party

Peter goes to the Daily Bugle, where he invites Ned and Betty to the party and sells some pics of the Shocker to JJJ

J. Jonah really loves his son. It's rather sweet, actually.

Kraven bursts into Osborn's mansion. Too bad the butler isn't Alfred Pennyworth; Alfred would have handled business!

Pete and M.J. dancing at the party

now Gwen dancing. Is this a dance-off? 💃 🕺

aaaaand Kraven has just literally crashed the party to get to the son of Norman Osborn. I really didn't see that coming!

Flash starts after Kraven (good on ya, Flash)

Kraven summarily backhands Flash, though

"The wise hunter makes his pray come to him!" *prey

Spider-Man distracts Kraven so Harry can get away with the help of their friends… except M.J., who's more interested in the show than helping Harry

Norman has hurried back home after his butler called regarding Kraven's break-in and threats

Kraven and Spidey fight for a while, but finally Kraven zaps him with his nipple lasers

Spidey seems paralyzed, not just lacking strength

Kraven about to finish off Spidey when he notices Norman's arrival. Kraven has trouble staying focused/sticking to priorities.

Kraven lassoes Norman, but Norman still has amnesia and doesn't remember having met Kraven before

Kraven's "jungle instinct" can sense when someone is lying, so he realizes Norman really doesn't remember him

Kraven heads off, and Norman falls off the girder

Spider-Man makes the save and lowers him safely to the ground

Peter changes back to street clothes and rejoins the group

Peter and Flash say amiable farewells

👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Having been stiffed out of payment for his last battle with Spider-Man by the Green Goblin because of the apparent demise of the Green Goblin, Kraven the Hunter decides to go after the "middle-man" that sought out Kraven when he was hired for the job: Norman Osborn (Kraven is unaware that the Goblin and Osborn are the same man and that Norman has no memory of his alter ego.) Meanwhile, everyone is planning a going away party for Flash Thompson before he leaves for the Army to fight in Vietnam. As Peter Parker and friends prepare for the party, Kraven tries to find Osborn, attacking his office and his home to try and find him. When this fails, Kraven decides to attack the party and kidnap Osborn's son Harry to try and ransom him off. However, when Kraven appears, Peter sneaks away and changes into Spider-Man and battles Kraven. During the fight Norman Osborn arrives and is roped up by Kraven who demands payment. However, due to his selective amnesia pertaining to anything he did as Green Goblin, Osborn has no clue what Kraven is talking about. When Kraven drops Osborn off a partially built skyscraper, Spider-Man goes to his rescue. Kraven manages to escape, and Peter has to switch back to his civilian identity before his absence is noticed so he can't go after Kraven. After everyone's settled down, Peter wishes Flash Thompson farewell, the two deciding to bury the hatchet and be friends. (https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_47)

Fan Art: Kraven The Hunter by pascal-verhoef

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 47

● Amazing Spider-Man Classics - episode 33

[sofloodmelikeatlantic]

5D808E

Chapter 7

This couldn't be happening. Could not be true. He was praying to whomever was up there that this was just a joke. A prank! John couldn't be coming. It's been years. Dean couldn't even see his father with him in this city. That's not really saying much. He couldn't really see the next day. But that's not the point.

His abusive alcoholic father was coming. After literally throwing Dean out of the house, John decided to finally pay him a visit.

Dean shakily put the phone back on the receiver, his whole body quaking. He couldn't handle this. He was scared. Terrified. He was cast from that house broken and bleeding. He fidgeted with his still broken finger, rotating the detached fragments, barely reacting to the pain. He replayed the scene over and over again.

But like the good son he is, said nothing. Silence from him. He was to obey. Allow this man who scarred him into his home.

He decided to tell Sam. The one person who might understand. He retrieved the phone again and dialled his little brother's number. It rang. And rang. And rang. "Sam can't come to the phone right now cuz he's waxing... everything, ple- Dean what're you doing with my phone? (beeeeep)"

"Hey, Sammy. It's... Dean. Dad's coming out to the city. To visit me. I don't know if I can do this alone. Call me when you get this. Please."

He sank to the floor, the phone still clutched in his hand. His breathing was coming out uneven and shaky. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be in the same room with John. His father was bound to scream. Shout. He might go as far to lay a hand on Dean. Dean knew he couldn't fight back against that. He never could.

"Take it like a man!" John would shout, backhanding his son, "Only babies cry!"

Dean brought his hands shakily to his face, covering his eyes as tears welled up. He was hyperventilating now.

Another blow, "Stand up, you little bitch!" A tear fell.

"Take it or Sam will!"

Another tear. And another. And another until they were flowing down his cheeks. He continued to gasp for air. He had to breathe. He focused on the floor and inhaled slowly. "In for three". He held it. Exhaled. "Out for four".

His breathing slowly evened out, leaving only his heart racing. He could do it. He had to.

He hadn't had a panic attack in months. He thanked a deity that he remembered how to control it.But now he had to clean. Castiel was coming over. He focused on that thought.

The phone rang. It was around 2 in the morning. He scrambled around on the night stand for it, bringing it to his ear. His voice was laced with sleep, "Hello?"

"Dean? It's Sam."

Dean sat up in the dark, rubbing at his eyes, "Hey, Sammy."

"I got your message. Man, I'm so sorry. I know what he did to you. I can only imagine how you're feeling."

He yawned, "I had a small panic attack but I'm coming to terms."

"Do you need me to come down?"

He was going to answer before a gravelly voice spoke from his waist, "Dean? What's going on?"

Right. Cas. He leaned down to press a small kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, "Nothing, baby, go back to sleep."

Sam cleared his throat from the other end, "Who was that?"

"Cas. He's staying over tonight."

"Oh shit, man, I forgot it's super late in your time zone. I'll call you later."

"Sa-" Click.

Dean sighed and placed the phone back on the nightstand, sinking back down into the covers. Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's forehead before gently wrapping his arms around him again.

"Sorry for waking you, angel."

"It's okay, Dean. Just go back to sleep."

He nodded before curling into Cas's arms and closing his eyes.

[krazykiki05]

There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him. 

I

I Part 8 I

I

“Karli’s in there.” Papa says. Just as Sam passes him, John is quick to pin Papa to the wall. My father lets out a groan in annoyance. 

“Hey!” I shout, prying Walker off him. But Bucky prys me off him. Walker defends himself by attempting to backhand me. I dodge it. Bucky wraps both his arms around my torso and backs away. I kick and struggle. 

“Hey! You’re going to pop your stitches.” He warns. I sharp pain shoots through my torso, worse than any other. I tense up and stop kicking. “See? Now it hurts, doesn’t it?” He sasses. I glare at him. We both look to see my father handcuffed. “You got another pair for her?” Bucky jokes. I elbow him in his side. Bucky winces then removes his flash arm, leaving only his metal keeping me pressed against him. My father started speaking in sokovian.

 “Malyshka, quit hurting yourself. You’re wasting energy. Save it for a real fight. I know you want to protect me, and I love you for that, but I’ve been protecting myself and you for a long time now.” John looks confused.

“What’s he saying?” He asks Bucky and I. I ignore him. 

“But you don’t have to anymore, Papa. I can protect myself and you too. Besides, I’m sure one of these days Bucky will protect me at the right moment.” I joke. Papa chuckles.

“What are they saying!?” John starts getting angry. Dumb American is not bilungual. 

“I’ll let you know when they’re plotting something.” Bucky jokes. 

“Hm. Bucky. You’ve found yourself a good man. You both love each other very much. I hope that love never dies.” Papa compliments. I smiled slightly. “And Annika,” He calls. “Let him protect you. It's the only way for me to rest assured you won’t end up like your mother. Since I’m going to be locked up after this.” He adds. I have a sorrowful look on my face. So does Papa. Bucky’s grip loosens slightly while he presses a subtle kiss to the top of my head. I nod. 

“So the man frames you for bombing the UN and you decide to get back at him by fucking is only daughter?” John asks from his spot of leaning up against the wall. Everyone glares at him. My father’s handcuffs rattle. I try to get out of Bucky’s grip once more, again to no avail.

"I should release her on you.” Bucky threatens. John scoffs. “

Wouldn’t last long. You said it yourself. She might pop her stitches.” He directs the last sentence to me. Bucky’s arm drops. I could only take 3 steps before Lamar stopped. But in three steps, John had flinched. 

“Control your partner.” I growl in his face. 

“You go back to yours, first.” I swat his hand off my chest, slowly backing away. Lamar turns to John. “Stop provoking them.” He says, going back to his seat on a crate. 

“One of these days I’m going to rip John to pieces.” I say in Russian for Bucky. He chuckles. 

“I’ll help you, love.” He responds back in the same language. 

By seven minutes, Bucky was guarding the entrance where Sam left from, and I was sitting on some steps. My wound was hurting more than usual. I think I did pop a stitch. I would check but I don't want them to know. John was pacing. “Uh-uh. No. no. no. This is a bad idea.” 

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes john, just sit tight.” Bucky assures. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.” John scolds.

 “He knows what he’s doing.” I add. I had confidence in Sam. John looks at a stray clock. He adjusts his shield. 

“I’m goin’ in.” He states. I stand up. He walks towards the exit where Bucky stops him. I feel my father look at me. I glance at him to see him shaking his no. Don’t get involved. I look at Lamar who is watching me. “Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?” I stake a step, Lamar does too. Bucky looks unfazed on the surface, I can’t think of what he’s feeling inside. 

“Walker, shut the hell up and wait.” I snap. 

“No! You shut up!” John yells, staking my way. I take a step back but then stand my ground. John gets close and towers over me. “You think that just because you’re a pretty little thing with her boyfriend and father here to protect her, you can say and do whatever you want. Not with me, sweetheart. I will bring you down to size. I’m not afraid to hit a girl.” He threatens. The pet name was sickening coming from him. I smirk. 

“Aw. You called me pretty.” I acknowledge. I could see his jaw clench. Bucky took his metal arm to grab Walker by the shoulder and spin him around. 

“Get away from her.” John doesn’t say anything but just pushes past Bucky and runs out the door. Bucky, Lamar, and I follow. Forgetting about my father. 

[zmediaoutlet]

Can I have a bonus one (that isn't even on the list)? What's your opinion on john? (I don't remember if I saw it on your blog, and I really wanna know)

Okay, so, I have two tags for this:

- the perennial problem of John Winchester

- the Full House of Wincest

Both of which should link in the tags on the ol’ blob below. (The second of which is, obviously, more uhh nsfw than the other.)

My short answer is that I think he’s a very interesting character: very flawed, very important, and very, very, very complicated. I kind of instinctively mistrust anyone who has a super clear OH HE’S AN EVIL ABUSER or OH HE’S A GOOD DAD WHO TRIED HIS BEST opinion about him. He wasn’t evil; he didn’t try his best. He was sort of abusive; he was the best dad he could be. It’s important that he’s all of these things and none of them because it’s in his complexity that we get the very real complex characters that are Sam and Dean, because like all of us they live in constant display of what their parent was like--either in imitation or in rebellion, in learning from his example, for better or worse.

Even shorter answer: weepy “I’m so proud of you boys” John makes me roll my eyes; violent “I’m whipping you because you talked back” John makes me roll my eyes harder. Walk down the middle. It’s more interesting there.

[castielcommunism]

This scene is interesting because I think it's actually meant as a kind of backhanded apology on Mary's part. Dean emotionally responds to her comments as if he's watching a real past event unfold (I hate you, I was just a kid, you lied to me), but directly before this exchange, he realises that Mary is deliberately choosing to retreat into this "memory", which is meant to be an imagined prelapsarian period where their family was still Whole and Good. Dean isn't watching her passively act out an old memory, either; Mary is fully aware that he's in the room with her and what's going on, and is consciously refusing his attempts to get her to leave.

But I don't actually think this is a depiction of a "real" memory. As in, I don't think the conversation Mary is having with her four year-old son ever took place in reality. Dean is interpreting this as Mary actively deciding to lie to her children and tell them nothing bad is going to happen to them or their family even though she knows that isn't true, and he feels (understandably) betrayed by this. But I think Mary is actually talking to Dean-the-adult in this exchange, she's just using Dean-the-child as the intermediary to deliver this message. She isn't literally saying nothing bad will ever happen, but rather, "I want to be in a situation where I can promise you these things. I want to have enough control over my life that I can protect my children the way I've always wanted to. I don't want what has happened in the real world to ever happen to you." So much of Mary's arc in Season 12 is about her feeling completely out of her depth, unmoored from reality, and unable to control what's going on around her. She can't hunt effectively, she doesn't know how to use her phone or a computer, she can't talk to her sons without a fight breaking out, and everyone she knows is either dead or thinks she's lying about being alive.

So Mary is now retreating into a fantasy. John is not present in this entire scene, and we know from 5x16 that Mary was pretty unhappy with their marriage already by this point. But again, this isn't a memory, it's a constructed fantasy - one where she has full and total control over the situation, one where Sam is a pristine and perfect baby, Dean is a responsive and loving child, and John is absent. She looks at her four year-old son and promises him that nothing bad will happen, but really it's an apology to the grown man standing in the doorway. Over the course of the season, Mary has seen the full consequences of her decision to make a deal with Azazel, and she is unable to her face her sons because of it. Like she quite literally cannot handle reality, so she retreats into fantasy.

But it is, also, a failed apology, because it is a rejection of Dean-the-adult. She doesn't want to face him because she is horrified by who he is. He grew up to be a hunter, and later on in this scene Dean lays out exactly what that cost him and the rest of their family. Like Mary is being a coward in this scene, unable to face what she's done or who her children are, but she can't say that to him. So she turns towards the constructed fantasy of her four year-old son and says I wish I could have been in your life. I wish I could have been there to protect you. I wish you weren't the man you grew up to be.

And the final resolution of this scene is that this is an impossible wish. It is a fantasy in every sense of the word. They can't turn back the clock, they can't undo what happened, and they can't even pretend nothing has happened no matter how badly they want to, because it means abandoning the people they actually are (this episode is literally titled "Who We Are"!!!!!!!!!!). Dean is begging Mary to look at him and acknowledge him, interpreting her cold shoulder as abandonment, as rejection. And it is, in a way, but it's Mary rejecting herself and her own role in Dean's life. Her self hatred and regret is being externalised to her children, who just want her to look at them and see past all of that. Dean tells his mother he hates her and Mary is, in a way, saying I hate you too. They hate each other because they hate themselves because they hate each other. But they also love each other because, as Dean puts it, "I can't help it."

[powerosewaterpuff]

Dean and Sam AU with a bigger age gap between the brothers

Warning, if you are a freak wincest shipper get away from me and this blog I do not want you here and I never will! Bye!

  anyways these are a few headcanons that came into my head instead of studying for my midterm which is a common theme. once again they are brothers and they also have a poignant parent-child relationship but in this little AU they have a bigger age gap like 7 years in-between them. anyways heres some random ideas enjoy and yes the grammar is awful its alright 

     dean remembers when his father backhanded him when he was 15, he had done it so many times before that dean didn't even react, not even a flinch. but sam was watching, sam was fucking watching. john had never hurt dean in front of sam, because dean begged him not to, that sam would not have to see it and dean wouldn't make a single noise and he wouldn't misbehave again. this time john was to blearily drunk out of his mind with tequila running through his veins when he knocked dean to the floor. dean cant look at sam, he cant. he wants to scream out of rage when sam runs over to him and fucking shields him, this tiny little brother, who still has rosy cheeks and tiny arms curled around dean's head pressing him against sams little chest that is heaving in panic. dean was useless, a useless sack of shit who couldnt protect his baby whose trying to protect him from the man looming over them. sam, who has tears running down his face (dean is convinced he’s dying, he has never felt a pressing pain like this in his chest before from the second he saw sam’s eyes glisten with tears), turns to their father and silently stares at him. john moves, ever so slightly and dean snaps out of the shocked haze he was in and grabs sam, pulling him down to his chest and curling around him. he presses his face into sams hair, roughly pressing a kiss to his head trying in his pathetic state to comfort his baby. dean's eyes still turn up and glare at his father. not in front of sam not in front of fucking sam we had a deal and this was not fucking it.

john stumbles back, hastily trudging out of the motel room. they stay in this position, curled around each other, holding on tightly trying to hold the other together in a misaligned attempt to protect. it wasn’t until the growling of the impala began to fade into the distance did sam shift in deans hold. he whispers in this little soft voice that is trying so hard not to cry it makes dean tear up; dean r you ok? do u want ice dee? dean cant stand it, he cant. he scoops sam up and situates him on the bed them kisses both of his cheeks, his slip of a nose and his forehead. he presses his face into sam’s little pudgy stomach and holds him, holds his baby close to him. he wants to say hes fine, the words gurgling in his throat but somehow unable to come out. the only thing able to crawl out his tightening throat was sammy. sammy sammy im so sorry sammy

eventually he pulls away and pushes sam's fringes out of his face and wants to break the lamp to his left when he sees the worry shining so brazenly in sam’s eyes. he whispers that hes okay, that he doesnt have to be scared. dad will never do that to him, do you understand that? its ok sammy. sam possibly looks even MORE distraught and begins babbling abt how hes worried abt dean what if daddy does it to you again dean? does ur cheek hurt u didnt answer me dee, im sorry.

dean pulls his kid up, and stumbles over to the kitchenette to bring a pack of frozen peas that ached when they came into contact with his now swollen bruise. he presses another kiss to sams thankfully untouched cheek. he keeps reassuring sam, that dean is fine his cheek is fine, everything is okay. do u know why im okay sammy? bc ur here with me. I have my little buddy here and thats all I need, isnt it. but sammy, sweetheart, if daddy ever does this to you and im not here, you tell me? do u understand me bud? you have to tell me. sam huffs asking why its ok for dean to get hit but its a big deal if he does. dean scoffs softly, (sam doesnt know the extent dean would kill himself for him.)

dean mumbles that sam is like a little angel and sam rolls his eyes but dean urges him to listen. he says the day sam was born it was to bless dean with an angel, and now he has it and his job is to protect this little angel. sam doesnt believe him for one minute but feels so so warm and protected with dean speaking to him like this, softly without a hint of teasing but all this honey tenderness that felt like it had sam cocooned in its eternal glow. sam leans forward gently, and gave the most gentle kiss to deans bruised cheek and said dean always does that when he gets hurt. dean cant help but cuddle closer to his brother while he scoots onto the counter, curling his whole body around sam, and not for the first time wishing he could just hide him in his aortas and vena cava's so nothing could hurt him.

dean cheers like crazy at sammy's soccer games. he cant help it bc look at his fucking boy go! sam has always been fast, able to out run and flip through anything. he’s the smallest one on the soccer team but he weaves and ducks through everyone, scoring three goals consecutively and absolutely pissing everyone off. dean would whoop and cheer while sammy danced around after scoring a goal. that’s my boy did you see my boy?

when sam was around 3 and dean was 10, sam became obsessed with sumo wrestling bc it was the only thing playing on the sports channel at 12 am and sam thought it was the absolutely coolest thing he had ever witnessed in his three years of living. he would beg and prod at dean to wrestle with him and dean took it as an opportunity to show his little brother a little well needed big brother humility. dean never lets sam win, he doesnt want it to go to his head! it becomes an ironic ritual even when sam is 10 and dean is 17 and their wrestling on the ratty couch of their rented apartment, or when sam is 12 and dean is 19 with sam pouncing on deans back and declaring a sumo wrestle in which dean calls him a little goddamn cheater and they wrestle throughout bobby's living room. it wans and ebbs and flows throughout the years but once a sumo wrestle was declared one cannot back down.

they were always very cuddly growing up. deans chick flick shit really only applied to others, not exactly sammy (no matter how much dean insisted upon it). when sammy was a baby all dean wanted to do was cuddle and coo at how cute sam was, to just feel his warmth like a soft quilt on his own small chest. a lot of times in motels they had to sleep on the same bed, which always ended up in their limbs tangled together in a warbled mess sam becoming dean and dean becoming sam. an endless continuum of a person split in two yet somehow still a conjoined whole. an infinity sign. two loops forever intertwined by a single crossing that could thin and stretch but was forever unbreakable. touch was always a crucial part of their brotherly relationship as children, a critical reassurance of existence. sam’s baby hand curled around firmly in deans own. dean sprinkling sam’s face in kisses, his little nose and on his eyes lids, on top of his downy hair and over his brow then twice on each cheek, each rose coloured cherub cheek that made dean want to cry bc that was his baby (dean was sams motherfatherbrother after all). he would tickle sammys armpits and press kisses into his cheeks while sam giggled and laughed. im going to eat these cheeks, im gonna eat it im gonna eat it! deanieee deannn! the world could rise and set, but dean was happy.

dean remembers the time they got kidnapped by a cultist group when they were younger. dean--a wild bull of an 18 year old and sam a little 11-12 year old and he’s too young and too small and dean hates his father for doing this to them sometimes, for doing this to sam. 

they approach sam and dean is screaming his voice hoarse, because they cannot touch his brother, dean would rather fucking die, he takes the beatings but firmly stays in front of sam, crawling back when he is thrown against the wall, bc that fear in his brothers eyes is so much worse than the broken ribs grating from the inside of his chest. that fear has him in a chokehold bc if his brother isnt okay then dean isnt okay and his brother has to be okay. if he isnt okay then what is the worth of being okay, what is the worth of fucking being if sam isnt okay. john manages to reach them and dean is barely breathing but he sees a bruises forming on sam and he feels like crying, hes in the back, deliriously slurring that sam needs to be taken care of while their father grips the wheel, jaw locked with eyes numbingly focused on the road. sam is quietly crying and reassuring him that HE is okay but dean isnt and dean needs the help, then dean murmurs that sam is bruised, that his little baby brother is bruised and he needs an icepack, that sammy, kiddo, please dont cry, you know how much it hurts me when you cry. 

dean, with shaky arms that arent quite working pulls his brother into a hug, trying to soothe him while he coughs up blood and sam begins to get into hysterics and john just keeps driving and driving.

john leaves them at bobby’s, and bobby whose face goes pale and feels the irresistible urge to lunge forward and snuff the life out of john winchester’s lungs. to watch that fucking man feel the suffocating hell that he feels when he sees dean keeping his brother close, insisting that bobby check him first, that he will not get checked if sam isn’t. 

bobby tries his fucking best to reason with dean but even through delusional and delirious pain he is insisting with this dazed but somehow steely gleam in his gaze that sam needs to be taken care of first. sam even tries to reason but dean shushes him quietly, running a battered hand through his unruly hair and keeps his eyes on bobby who rues the day he got to know the winchesters. he comes back with a few icepacks and band-aids galore for sam who insists he can do it on his own. dean visibly relaxes, tension releasing ever so slightly from his shoulders and finally lets bobby help him but his eyes are focused on sam, quietly and hoarsely instructing him on how to place the icepack properly, that he needs to wipe that cut with alcohol. at one point he tries (fails) to get up to help sam apply to alcohol but bobby pushes him firmly back against the bed, and sam considers leaving the room so dean doesnt have to focus on him. dean practically yelps a hoarse no, that he'll shut the fuck up fine but sammy please stay in the room ok? sam huffs but nods. jaw tight and eyes drilling holes into the wooden floor beneath him.

when dean is bandaged and laying down in the bed, he stretches a hand out, waving for sam to come over when he sees sammy’s little head pop into the room. sam approaches the bed gingerly, a vengeful anger at those people that hurt his brother searing his eyes. dean insists on sitting up despite the needless and stupid protests from sam, letting his tightly wrapped hand cup his little brothers face decorated with little band-aids. dean pulls his brother into a half hug, with sams forehead pressed against his chest. sam snakes his arms around his brother, gently as to not agitate the wounds. sam doesnt even realize until a few seconds into the hug that dean is shaking, his head shoots up fearing the worst but deans face is twisted in rueful disdain, regret and anger. he places a kiss onto sams springy curls, whispering that if this happens again, do not argue with dean abt getting taken care of first. sam’s chest puffs up and he spits out in an incredulous tone that what dean just said was the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. dean does not rise to the bait, simply stating that this will not happen again, but if it does, sam gets help first for himself and there is no debate. do you understand sammy? no fucking debate.

sam stays quiet, and dean doesnt push for an answer, just holds him brother to him as he reassures himself that he’s alivealivealive and life is still worth living. next day, dean hovers around sam even though he needs rest but what he thinks he needs is reassurance that his brother is ok, alive and well. sam keeps trying to tell him that hes fine but dean just shakes his head and quietly watches him. john comes back in five days and says its time to go, bobby raises hell but its hard to raise hell against a man who thrived in it. john just tells his boys to get in the back of the impala and that they were going, okay? sam wants to argue and fire is swirling in his tongue, dean gives a yessir and tells sam to go grab deans stuff from upstairs. the look dean gives him is undebatable, one that means sam has to stand down, for dean. once they sit in the back of the impala, their dad says in this quiet voice that sam does not like one bit that they are going to stay in north carolina for a while so get comfortable. dean grabs an old blanket from bellow his seat and wraps it around sam wordlessly, pulling him closer to dean. he asks if sam wants some music to sleep. sam, who just wants to light this stupid impala on fire and watch this life he hates burn into the ashes of the night, nods. he nods and curls up next to dean who places the old headphones on his head attached to the beat up barely working walkman that can only play a loop of three songs. everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fear. africa by toto. and black dog by led zeppelin. sam starts to fall asleep to everybody wants to rule to world with dean turning up the volume while john works up a rabid rant abt the stupidity of their misstep in getting caught. dean can take it, he would prefer sam stay peacefully sleeping for this part though.

sometimes - no all the time, sam is the only thing that keeps dean going. when hes tired down to the essence of his bones, sam will walk in from school, and gush over a book he was reading or insistent they play basketball out in the courtyard bc jeremy showed me some moves i can fucking beat you dean! or when sammy was so little and young and used to give deans drawings and sloppily made bracelets with tight hugs and a whisper of how much he loved dean. he once told dean when he was five and dean was around 12 that he didnt need john, not as long as he had dean. dean gave him a pat and a big smile but cried himself hoarse in the bathroom after that, then came out and saw sam sleepily trying to keep his eyes open whilst reading a childrens book and crushed him into a hug. 

when sam openly with no conditions or accusations told him that he loved dean, that dean was the best big brother in the world, dean knew that only sam could ever love him unconditionally, that sam deserved everything in this world and he would ensure that sam had everything he could have even if he wanted to keep him close to his chest at all times. sammy doesnt complain and dean hates it, he hates that sammy isnt complaining abt the shit he has to go through. when they get older and sammy does start to bitch and complain its never towards dean, its always towards their father. sammy could be a little pain in the ass, complaining abt mundane shit like fucking boredom and how he deserved to go on hunts or how hunts were awful whatever he decided that day or year). but never once did he complain abt the food he had to eat, or the clothing he had to wear or the shoes that were tearing at the seams. sam would always thank dean, even if the only thing he had breakfast lunch and dinner was fucking coco puffs. 

dean would then take matters into his own hands (he had always been a natural pickpocket) and would watch as sam got proper food the next day. he didnt care that his stomach was aching from the hunger, it would just have to be satisfied with sammy being able to stay healthy. sam would quietly say that dean should eat too, and when dean started to spill out hastily made fucking lies sam would start to beg that dean eat, dean assured him that he'll eat after dont worry sammy. (sam intentionally left stuff on his plate bc dean would not go get smth to eat and he knew dean ate sams leftovers). dean continues to make sure sammy survives, but he worries. he worries so much because dad didnt leave enough money and the motel doesnt have heating and sammy is so skinny, so fucking skinny that the wind would blow him over if he stood outside too long enough. they dont have money for haircuts so dean will always do sammy's hair, and sam did whine and moan and they’d get into little petty fights bc you cut too much u ass, but sam would always thank dean at the end of it, giving his brothe hug. sam didnt know what dean would do so that sam would just happily hug him like that for the rest of his days, the things dean would endure if that was what he had to do to gain that.

(Again this is just a random smattering of headcanons i wrote late at night with nothing better to do so enjoy! I’m arab and I tend to project our family customs and affection habits onto others. we are incredibly affectionate with family with constant touch and words of reassurance being prominent so i tried to show that with the boys here esp bc they have a bigger age gap meaning dean feels even more like a parent. this is NOT gencest or wincest or incest they are brothers. point blank do not argue with me. just bc u ppl arent used to close family dynamics where love is affectionate and that affection not weird and disgusting doesnt mean the rest of us are like that. on a lighter note again the grammar is ass idc this isnt one of my uni essays)

[foxwell]

Let's just continue this fun game, A8E8! This time: I am unspoiled. Completely unspoiled. The episode dropped today while I was in an oral exam and I have not listened to the VC, I have not looked at anything in the Discord. I might cry. Who knows. Let's go.

Finally! Assassinate the Pinn! (I'm just a little bit sad that John won't be part of this I think that would have been fun)

Terrible thunderstorm? Quinn joins the angry commoners and goes to save Sybilla confirmed?

I want to draw a Penny Lovejoy tracksuit now, shit

Is Sir Up trying to switch his patron because it sure sounds like that

Hang on Sybilla! Hang on Sybilla!!! Queen of my heart!!!

Hang on Nephila!!!

Everything is so far away from everything in this castle, oh noooo

There comes the thunderstorm from my darling Isadora!!

Annie has murder in her heart and I am here for it

Pinn is going to take control, 100%

SYBILLA MY LOVE YOU CAN DO IT PLEASEEEEE

Yes Penny you are saying he's doing a great job but all your compliments are backhanded

Annie has other priorities than murdering a Lovejoy for the moment

"Yes Miss Wintersummer" I am so here for everyone respecting the shit out of Annie it's what she deserves!!! My darling girl!!

"She is two-armed. Also, quite small."

"I just want to ask a question. Sir Up Ton, do you have more than 150 hitpoints?" The shocked silence after that, SAME. SAME.

She appears right there and Annie has... no healing, does she? That's horrible. That's honestly horrifying.

IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND SUPPORT ANNIE FUCKING WINTERSUMMER

Nephila!!! Nephila my love!!! You got this hell yeah!!!

Gus saying "Helga Hatebad" the same way Sam always does, adorable

HEAL HER!! HELGA MY LOVE YOU CAN HEAL HER!!!

SHE IS SAVED!!!

SYBILLA IS SAVED!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

SYBILLA I HAD ALL THE HOPE AND SO LITTLE BELIEF AND HERE YOU ARE!!!!

MY LOVE MY QUEEN MY DEAREST!!! YOU ARE ALIVE AND BREATHING AND CONSCIOUS!!!

Helga you had the best turn ever I love you

I still cannot believe that Sybilla is breathing

I mean there is still so much pod left to cast for this episode but oh my god

"It's my duty as a dungeon master to let you know that's possible" translates to "please kick Penny fucking Lovejoy" to me

Nephila you gay sweetheart

Yondo runs! You are running so good!

It may be stupid but honestly I respect Isadora for wanting to do the honourable thing. And I respect her even more for knowing that it's stupid and trying to find a balance.

I don't know why but the fact that Penny turned away feels like an important character moment, just like it felt important that Isadora did not, in Arc 3. Very different scenes, but still, both feel important in a similar way.

Sybilla do not touch that sword. Do not get within six inches of that sword I beg you.

NO DO NOT TOUCH THAT SWORD AHHH

I am not sure if it's better or worse that Annie has the sword. I guess her saves are better. But oh my god I have seen the Evil!Annie fanart and I am so scared

RUN BOY RUN!!

Annie my life my love my light my dearest (how many characters am I allowed to adore per arc)

KILL THE GUARD! SAVE OUR QUEEN! HELL YES!

It makes me very scared that there is still an hour left. How is there still an hour left. Please let it be just therapy or something.

Isa just knocked her father figure unconscious 🙂 this is fine

YONDO YOU CAN DO THIS I AM ROOTING FOR YOU!

Penny is helping Helga???? A Hatebad and a Lovejoy working together???? "I hope my mother forgives me for this" is this the point where I mark the Bingo field for Hatebad and Lovejoy at least friends at the end??

How do these Nat 20s come at such convenient moments I cannot. Fucking. Believe it.

There he is, the man of the hour!

PENNY FUCKING LOVEJOY

DID YOU JUST

PENNY

DID YOU JUST AGREE TO THIS MAN'S PROPOSAL WHILE HE IS OUT OF BREATH, BATHED IN SWEAT, STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCENE™

Penny I adore you. I want to study you.

Yondo is adorable oh dear, I am pretty sure he deserves better but I'm glad he got what he wanted

Amazing sibling energy, as always

A better tomorrow 😭😭 I am not sure if this is meant as a reference to what Helga said but it sure feels like it and I love it

Laz and Nephila 😭😭 they are adorable. Also. Great way to not just ignore what happened between them before. I am very glad.

WHAT IS HE DOING THERE

LEAVE, EVIL WIZARD

YOU ARE NOT WANTED HERE

The coronation while bodies are still lying around the castle. What a glorious metaphor for the mess Sybilla inherits from her father.

This kingdom needs to take some time to heal from a great many things I feel like

Yes my love, un-ban charity!

Mixed reaction is probably the best that could happen after that

Roadtrip with Penny, I am sure Isa could not think of anything more fun

AHAHAHAHAHA OH SHIT

Hnghhh three new recurring villains established in a single arc? Pinn, Loroy, Up Ton?

LOROY GO AWAY

GO AWAY

Where is Annie, someone get Annie, please

Sybillaaaaaa please do not let yourself be pushed into a corner by the evil wizard

NO

NO NO NO

JESUS FUCK

NO

OH MY GOD

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

NO NO NO NO NO NO

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING DO THIS

INCLUDING THE SOUL

I AM: IN FUCKING SHOCK

I FEEL LIKE I HAVE BEEN STABBED

IN THE CHEST

I AM GOING TO SCREAM

What the fuck is happening

I am going to cry

How dare he

How fucking dare he

Prime Lich Wizard I am going to personally hunt you down

If there is one thing I cannot imagine then it's Gem Lovejoy in a standard prison uniform

Where are the Hatebads

Is this the summon Hatebad dice roll?

This feels like the summon Hatebad dice roll

WHELP THERE IT IS

BERYL HATEBAD HER-FUCKING-SELF

I am so happy for Beryl, and at the same point I am honestly sorry for Penny and her siblings

Jesus fucking Christ

I am feeling so many emotions

Maevir darling you did your best, but oh dear

We were right, a fucking lich

Sybilla. My love. My darling.

THE CONTRACT COUNTS? IT'S FAIR AND TRUE???

THE NATION OF GLACERIA?

EXCUSE ME???

Oh my god

This arc

My heart

I am a changed woman

I am a broken and changed woman

Phil and Helga are very much not fine I think

Gus. Gus. I forgive you for Arc 8 just as I forgave you for Arc 6. But oh my fucking god.

I knew things were going far too well far too early into the episode.

Wiki will get updated end of next week when my last exam is finally over, promise.

Also, I am excited for a guest DM, and so much love to Gus! Take your well-deserved break!

[eliselovely]

Defense - A Helmut Zemo x f!reader drabble

Summary: When being Baron Zemo's wife, you were well versed in defending him and yourself. So when John Walker crosses the line, you don't hesitate to put him in his place.

Warnings: John Walker is a pig, use of "whore" (derogatory), misogynistic character

A/N: thanks so much for reading, any and all likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. If I missed any warnings don't hesitate to let me know!

Being the wife of Baron Helmut Zemo was an interesting experience, especially because you were nearly ten years younger. The two of you had met and bonded over your hatred of super soldiers, you joining his crusade after the fall of Sokovia. Because of your age difference though, you often received insults and comments from the people you encountered, calling you his sugar baby, or toy, or other things along those lines. Usually these comments didn’t bother you, you could handle yourself, and Helmut never hesitated to stick up for you. Not to mention that behind closed doors, you were indeed his little plaything, but the world didn’t need to know that.

In one particular instance however, soon after Sergeant Barnes broke you and your husband out of prison, you snapped. The two of you took your american companions to the house in Latvia on your quest to find information on Karli Morgenthau and the Flag Smashers. You had been there for a few days now and knew that soon enough the new Captain America was bound to show up. What you didn't expect was for him to be a completely pig headed man.

Your little group had encountered John Walker and his companion, Lemar Hoskins, somewhat by accident after coming from the Riga GRC shelter. Immediately, you knew you did not trust him nor like him, but maybe you could gain some entertainment from the interaction.

“Let’s pretend,” you whispered to your husband in his native Sokovian. “It might be fun.”

“Alright my dear,” Helmut responded with a light chuckle at your antics. “Make me proud.”

“And who is this?” Walker said, gesturing in your direction and letting his gaze travel across your body.

“I don’t understand,” you said, looking up at your husband, putting on your best doe eyes and clinging to his arm. “Who is you?” you added with a heavier accent than you normally spoke with hoping that Bucky’s dislike of Walker would lead him to play along. You heard him let out a little huff of breath that sounded suspiciously close to a chuckle, Sam rolling his eyes in turn.

“Schatz, this is Captain America,” Helmut explained in his best condescending voice.

“Oh Zemo, did you pick up a little foreign whore along the way?” Walker taunted, unwittingly testing your willpower not to laugh at him. You were right, this was fun, so far. “I imagine you don’t get much action in prison, so how much are you paying this one to be your little cocksleeve? The way she’s looking at you like you hung the moon makes me think she doesn’t even know what she’s missing out on with a real man.”

That exact moment is when you let your facade drop, your face stone cold in response to the distasteful remarks about you and your husband. You had expected a little fun, a jab about Helmut being your sugar daddy or something that you’ve heard before, only to drop the act and embarrass the man. You were just as protective of Helmut as he was of you, both of you willing to kill for each other. A fact that the man standing in front of you apparently was not aware of.

If Walker had noticed your change in demeanor he didn’t show it, he just kept that same patronizing smile, barely able to keep his eyes on your face.

“Contrary to what you may think, perceiving us as a wealthy couple with a somewhat considerable age gap, he is not paying me for anything,” you snapped in perfect English, dropping Helmut’s arm and stepping closer to Walker. “You seem to be a relatively smart man, I doubt that the American government would give a title such as Captain America to a half wit, but what you said to me just now seems fit to be in the mouth of a prepubescent asshole with very few social skills, not a three time medal of honor winner. So I may be wrong.”

Walker seethed in front of you, not giving you an answer straight away, he hated being wrong more than just about anything in the world. Instead he waited until you had turned away from him to give any response.

“I guess I was right then about you being his bitch then,” he said. “He must have trained you real good to defend him like that.”

Helmut raised a questioning eyebrow to you, asking you if you wanted him to step in but you shook your head and in one swift movement spun around, letting your left hand fly, backhanding Walker across his face. The Americans in attendance stood shocked at your actions, but you could feel Helmut’s proud gaze on you as you defended his honor and your own.

“That sting you feel is from the obvious source of my hand, however, the small cut you will find there is from my wedding ring,” you spat. “Which you may have noticed if you possessed any basic observational skills. You may call yourself Captain America, but you will never be.”