#angel going to scare him again by saying theyre going to do something stupid

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

this is the last post i will see before bed and i am compelled to draw angel thinking abt it as they drive back home from the grocery store...

[casvist]

hello my lovely peaches , *puts my clown wig on bcs i’m shy* i’m back at it again, being a greedy bitch and bringing you my second  and super fake muse, yeva.  remember that part where the darkling’s fake ass pretended to be all nice and wholesome. well, yeva is faker than that. she probably has severe back pain from single handedly carrying all her lies on her back. anyway, i could slander her more but i will probably do that later. if you want to plot please LIKE this post or IM me/message me on discord and i’ll bring some clown shoes and ask for some plotting ( but in.... greedy )

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[ yeva zudina ], an [ twenty-eight ] year old grisha in the little palace. she is a [ tidemaker ] and are known in the little palace as the [ mountebank ]. they are known to be [ adaptable ] and [ devious ] and vaguely resemble [ davika hoorne ]. 

( okay my soc ass had to make her grow up in ketterdam i’m sorry )

- before yeva knew that she was a tidemaker, she was what one might call an “ordinary” girl in ketterdam. ( as far as anyone can be ordinary in ketterdam )

- as many people living there, she didn’t really have the best time of her life there. her father, well, he was just a name causing an uncomfortable silence whenever one would mutter it. her mother, she tried her best to survive in that hellhole. although, yeva knew how much her did for her, the only person she really could get close to was her step-sibling. ( a wc i’ll elaborate more on when i’m finally requesting that wc). though not bound by blood, they meant the world to yeva and little yeva felt as if she had to protect her from whatever was lurking in ketterdam’s (shady) alleyways.

- despite of her noble intentions, realistically she wasn’t strong. and how so? no one taught her how to protect herself and she was still a child. however, yeva didn’t want to wait around for nothing. instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands and looking back this idea was really stupid, but she wholeheartedly believed that messign with some other kids would be a brilliant way to improve her combat skills ( all my muses have to be stupid at some point i’m sorry, theyre all dumb)

- of course this plan failed terribly ( and instead she was the one getting her ass beaten  ).  luckily someone witnessed that (comedic) unfortunate scene and helped yeva out. and this somehow became the turning point of her life. yeva, completely awe-struck with the stranger, wanted to know more about him. truth to be told, he didn’t do much and his presence alone somehow scared the kids away ( poor kids almost got into a fight with a grown-ass man) but yeva didn’t really care. turned out he was a drüskelle (retired though (as much as one can), thus he didn’t really have to rely on any grisha “magic”, something yeva really admired.

- long story short, he not only became a mentor to yeva ( who successfully convinced him to show her some “cool” drüskelle tricks) but also a father-figure. yeva really trusted him and his beliefs also became hers. which we might say weren’t exactly grisha friendly. at first she didn’t get why he hated grisha so much, to her they didn’t seem too bad but as time passed his words left a mark.

- however, what actually made her end up despising grisha was a certain incident. as much as this day affected yeva, everything happened within a second. a short moment of exchanged laughter, cruelly disrupted by two grisha. tidemakers ( a cruel twist of irony ) . looking back at it now, yeva figured that these two grisha had a long and unresolved grudge against him ( which wasn’t too surprising with him being a drüskelle) and had their eye on him ever since. 

- to put it briefly, yeva was forced to witness the death of someone whom she considered a father to her. yet, fate couldn’t be more cruel on her and it was also the moment her abilities were triggered , and , of course, she turned out to be a grisha as well. make it worse. a tidemaker.

- skipping over all the formalities (bcs this is getting too long) and luck not really being on her side she was brought to the little palace. her mother wasn’t too surprised and knowing that yeva wouldn’t have a future here at ketterdam, she thought that ravka was far more appealing.

- yeva wasn’t happy of course. not only was she forced to be with the people who she despised she herself was one. at first, she refused to do anything at all, she didn’t mind if she were to be punished for her stuborness. no one knew why she was behaving this way, they just shrugged it off as her being a spoiled brat refusing to be useful. yeva, however, didn’t continue to be like this forever and what happened next surpirsed everyone. suddenly, she was eager to train and improved quickly. all they saw was a hardworking grisha but what they didn’t know was that yeva’s intentions weren’t noble. 

- instead of wasting her time at pitying and hating herself, she realized that she was at the perfect place to learn everything about her ‘enemies’. 

- basically, she has that grand plan of trying to destroy things from within, being the wolf in sheep’s clothing (cutting this short bcs this is getting long again). 

personality

- honestly, as i’ve mentioned before she’s fake. and not in that way where she’ll just pretend to smile and go on with her day, she really goes out her way in acting as if she was the sweetest and kindest girl out there. however, everthing she does serves some purpose. she helps you with some training ? she gives you some advice on a personal matter ? she compliments you on your smile ? lets say she doesn’t do it out of kindness. not when you’re a grisha. of course, she isn’t perfect at keeping this act up all the time.  and if one pays a little more attention to her actions, they can see her facade crumbling. still, where vika is all about being straight-forward and accidentally hurting one’s feeling without meaning it, yeva is all about sugar-coating when she needs to but also deliberately using one’s weakness against them.

traits ( adding some bcs i want to redeem her a little bit but i also don’t respect her so..) 

[+] adaptable, decisive, loyal , observant 

[-] ruthless, doesn’t think through consequences, blindly faithful, intrusive

headcanons

- tba ( but i just had to add that yeva prbly wouldn’t hesitate to push someone from the ship when they’d travel through the shadow fold.)

- every time she must do more than simply tolerating grisha, like saying that they’re great she probably loses one year of her life

- trying to keep her reputation yeva is known to give exceptionally good advice

- as much as she despises that “grisha magic” she believes in things like card reading, fortune telling and is quite faithful to the saints (regardless of being grisha or not)

connections

someone who sees through her (shit) facade and unlike everyone else who perceives yeva as that sweet angel, they find her suspicious and doesn’t trust her.

a grisha who is the complete opposite of what yeva think they are and might as well be someone yeva tolerates and might add that 0.1% of character development 

listen an unrequited love bcs i’m laughing at the idea that someone might fall for her super fake persona and the more time they spend with her they start to realize that it is just an act.

someone who turns for advice to yeva bcs of her reputation

*sneakily puts my step sibling connection here so if u r intreested hmu ;) but i’ll also request it later but rn i’m too lazy*

HONESTLY EVERYTHING i love angsty and dramatic shit, but i’m super open for other ideas bcs my two braincells need that wonderful input and inspo so gimme all the connections PLS !!! *types this in thirsty for all ur wonderful muses*

[savnofilter]

S/O That Works as a Hentai Voice Actress HCs

Bakugo x Reader // Kaminari x Reader // Sero x Reader

warning(s): sexual content, bewilderment/sorta digging it tho.

a/n: this heavily intrigued me, for i have grown out of hentai. we'll see how accurate it is since its been a bit minute,, also sorry for taking long for me to start posting again, my phone was being stupid. ._. thank you anon!

at first Bakugo is confused as to why the hell hasnt he heard your voice yet?

he knows for a damn fact, that hes heard people talk about you in animated films and what not.

and hes asked you too, so he only has one last resort.

he searches you up.

he mindlessly clicks one of the links, not paying attention to the link and is surprised by all the ads on the sides and top that he completely turns off his monitor.

he doesnt live with his parents anymore no, but the fact that such things were on his screen just scares him that he has to re-evaluate what the fuck is he going to witness?

he turns his monitor back on, taking a deep breath as he gets ready to watch whatever the fuck your "job" is.

his face is beet red.

he couldnt the sweet? angelic? moans? coming from his monitor. or should he say cumming matter of factly from the scene playing out from the speakers.

but most importantly it was yours.

right?

his hands are quickly dialing up your cell, leg anxiously tapping against the floorboard once you pick up immediately barking into the phone.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER?!" - and more questions follow with that as you guys continue to talk.

the only thing he was upset was that many other people were hearing you moan other than him.

but no matter that, you'll make it up once you get home anyways~

he already knows.

one day when he was wankin' off™ he could obviously tell it was your voice.

he knew you had mentioned something about being a voice actress but this was fuckin nice.

he shoots his load all over his hand and screen, no shame on his face at all.

one of the plus sides is that youre in all of his favourite hentais! so he never missed you when youre not home!

ouch kami, replacing your s/o with cartoons and a voice? moving on...

he doesnt know if you know, but if you do find out...

his only excuse is that it's sexc asf and he cant help it. 🤷🏽‍♀️🍆

he is a dirty pervert anyways.

him and kaminari are friends for a reason.

theyre both perverts.

sero to the same extent? i dont think so.

sero doesnt really care? this man, boy, male whatever you want to refer him as, just doesnt care.

you knew he watches porn in his free time, but you didnt think he’d be into that-

yeah no im lying LOL.

how he knows? its beyond you.

maybe it was one night when he was doing hero work and you guys had been so separated for so long and he didnt know what to do so he just went searchin and got a little too deep and wow was that name hes not sure-

all you know that is he doesnt really mind it and it. (if he admits it kinda does turn him on)

even though he's on that pervert crack, he still drinks a daily dose of respec wamen juice™ everyday.

just expect that he asks you to dress up and do the moans you do in those recordings.

[dilsdoes]

dont reblog

how do i feel about what i have been through. ive been through a lot, but how do i feel.

i am so incredibly angry at j for taking away so much of my childhood. im so confused because we were both kids, the same age, but she ruined me so much. im so scared of being vulnerable and trusting someone to take care of me because i just remember giving so much over and over and over and never expecting anything in return, because thats not why i gave, never getting anything back anyway. id give vulnerability and get nothing back. shed ditch me all the time, shed beg me to do things with her for support and then when i asked her to do the same she ditched.

i dont know if ill ever forgive my dad for all the broken promises. i will never forget how scared i was watching him slam on our door demanding my mother come out so his family could "come see his witch of an ex wife" while i stood, 10 years old and terrified, and they asked him to stop. ill never forget how he hit me hard enough i fell to the ground and then acted like it didnt make sense that i was upset. it doesnt make sense why hed be confused why i wouldnt want to be alone with him when hes hit me and my mom and threatened to hit me before. ill never forgive him for refusing to pay to feed me, just to make my mother mad, ill never forgive him for accepting an invitation i had to fucking beg for, to bend the rules for him, only for him to not show. ill never fucking forgive him for forcing me to sit all night next to an empty fucking chair. i hate him so much and i hate how much everyone treats me like im crazy for hating him when he hates my mother so much more than he loves me. he doesnt make any sense and he knows it and i hate him. i hate him so much. he used to be my dad. he used to be my fucking dad.

im hungry. we have no food, although well do groceries tomorrow. we often have no or very little food, and even less that i can eat. i feel guilty for wanting things, even food, and i feel disgusting for being guilty. i feel disgusting for being anything at all most days. i wish i was a robot so id never let anyone down. i wish i never needed anything, not water or words, and i could just be what everyone needed. i wish i was perfect so people would stop being mad, so i would stop hurting people, so people would stop being hurt. i hate being human and having needs because i cant do what everyone wants. i hate myself so much, i wish i was something better. i wish i was a perpetual motion machine, whirring away, pretty and clean, i wish i was everything and nothing at all, i wish i was huge and impossibly small.

sometimes i get scared that im not being me withtb my girlfriend, but i dont know who i am. like ill edit a text 3 times before sending it but i do it immediately without noticing. i do this on tiktok and twitter too. i do it everywhere. its so hard to let my guard down when people never know its up.

i feel disgusting. i dont care that its not the right feeling, i feel disgusting and repulsive and wrong all the time, and i know it doesnt make sense but i feel like the most repulsive thing in the world, a pitiful thing, a sorry thing, everyone thinks im so naive and stupid and at this point its probably because i am. im so repulsive. i wish i could scoop my insides out so i dont have to be in here anymore. i wish i could just crack my ribs open and let all of me out, like those spreaders they use for open heart surgery, like an angel maker, i feel so horrible and awful, i just feel wrong all the time and i hate myself so much. i hate myself so fucking much. what am i? what am i? sometimes i hate myself so much i want to throw up because its the closest i can get to scooping my insides out. i wish i could be someone else. i wish i was perfect. i wish i was perfect. i wish so much and every day that i was perfect in every way just so that i could stop wanting wrong things all the time. i hate myself so much. its impossible to be perfect, but i have to be. i have to be. i have to be. i have to be.

i almost died several times in my life. i didnt let myself think about how much i was going through when i was hospitalized. i remember a nurse asked me how i was doing and i said fine, and she asked if i was sure because id said i was fine every day since i came here and i said yes and she said well, a few days ago you tried to kill yourself, and i said, without a hint of irony, "yeah but that was days ago. its passed now." and i just. god i almost died. i could have died. i swallowed 28 pills with the intent of just. something. anything. i just needed some help. i needed help so fucking bad, amd i didnt know what i needed. and my mother watched me pop them out and asked my if i was going to kill myself because she was saying something i didnt like and i just needed some fucking help. i didnt know what but everything was always falling apart and i needed some fucking help. i needed some fucking help. i needed so much help. i got it but i look back at all the ways i asked for help over and over and over again and just said "i need help. i dont know what to do but i tried to swallow a handful of pills. i dont know what to do but i think im depressed. i dont know what to do but i feel like a failure at all times" and i was just told i was overreacting. every feeling is an overreaction. "what am i supposed to do about it?" im hungry, im tired, im hurting, im anxious, "what am i supposed to do about it?" jesus christ i dont fucking know, im 16 and youre 60, please god just help me. just listen to me, just hear the words im saying and dont tell me im lying, just believe me when i say im in pain.

i dont know when im in pain anymore. i cant trust anything unless someone else confirms it. i hate it when people make jokes questioning the reality of something when im specifically asking if its true. i just want things to exist. like theyre not real if its just me. i dont count. i dont matter. my opinion isnt worth shit. please. please give me this. please help me. i feel pain and i just live with it until it stops and then i realise i was in pain. because its gone. once my mom tried to convince me to run on a broken ankle. i dont feel real on my own and im trying so hard to but god almighty its so hard when im still surrounded by people who tell me im wrong.

[kim-isnt-seaweed]

I should probably sit down and have a good hard look at my priorities and thank my guardian angel for all his hard work. My good winged friend needs a raise ...@god.

So for context, yesterday at 7 pm I was at the apartment complex of my last student for the day heading towards his building when this guy stopped me and asked me about the bag I was carrying which had my jobs logo on it, I told him what it was so he asked for my card so he could call me to give conversation tutoring to his 7y/o daughter, I told him I can't do that but if he wants he can call the center so she can start classes there. So then he asked me if after my class i could go to his house and have conversation with his daughter, i told him that since it was review week i didn't have the books with mento show her how it goes but he was like "oh it doesn't matter" so my dumb ass self was like "ooookay???" He gave me his number and told me to call him when I was done. Before he left he mentioned how young I looked for being a teacher and it's like ?? how does that relate to anything??

When he left I felt really uncomfortable and really didn't want to do it but my first thought was "I don't want to be the reason my center doesn't get a new student, just because I didn't want to do something, so I'll just suck it up and do it" it wasn't until I was in the elevator that I realized that he could have been lying and he had no daughter, but again I was like naaahh people are better than you think, if you think that you might offend them and cost your job a new student (o know I'm dumb).

I finished my class, which by the way my student is delightful and his little brother is so cute, I gave them lollipops and as I left I asked them for a high five but the little brother was like "but teacher I'm eating candy" haha it was cute. Anyway, as I went left the feeling of dread was getting bigger and bigger and I texted both T and my boss. T was obviously like "don't do that" but I was like "what if I'm just being mean or too paranoid and he does have a daughter and I offend them and cost my job a student???" And i think I was giving him a heart attack because he was like "could you please not think about other things outside of yourself for like two minutes, stop over thinking everything??(haha its almost as if he didn't know me) Just go home your boss is going to be fine!!" And almost immediately my boss called me and was like "he told you to go to his house?? No, don't do that!! Just give him the center's number and that's all go home"

So I was like okay... I wrote a text message and as I did was like I probably shouldn't do this because he doesn't have my number but if I send him the text he will have my number and that probably isn't good, but then again he might just be a good guy that does have a daughter and truly does want to improve her English and I didn't want to be rude by leaving them to wait. So I sent the message anyways saying that I wasn't gonna go, I'm sorry jut call the center if you are still interested. HE IMMEDIATELY called me asking why I wasn't going to go, and I said I did my best not to sound terrified, I made a lie saying like I told my boss and she said its better to talk to her because she can explain the curriculum and the work we do better than I can since I just started, he then proceeded to say like "it doesn't matter, think of it as an unofficial meeting, just like to neighbors" and I was panicking at that moment looking behind me as I walk to the station, I said "no sorry" and hung up. He then texted me saying like "you can't even meet up for a coffee" "I thought you didn't have to work anymore" dude I was so scared I was about to start crying at the station, I made whatever excuse where I could mention I have a husband and didn't answer again thank god.

On the way, home T was scolding me for sending that message like a dumbass and told me to go home quickly and call him if anything happened. I came to my house and I checked if my in-laws were in their home and thankfully they were. Then my manager called me asking me if I had arrived at home well, which I'm thankful for.

I still feel a bit guilty if the case where he does have a daughter is true and I was just rude, but also what does coffee, unofficial and neighbors meeting have anything to do with teaching a child English? I also feel shy because I don't want my bosses to think I'm stupid, they wouldn't be wrong but I still don't want them to think that.

Oh my, I mention that he was not the only random man that stopped me to talk about English yesterday. An old man as well, stopped me to talk about English and how to improve listening and how he got top marks in his English tests and asking how much I earned.

So yeahh, maybe i should start thinking about myself first once in a while. Also guys, dudes peeps, bros, if you see a girl alone minding her own business just leave her alone to mind her own business in peace. Also seeing a forgeiner in your country, unless they are visibly destressed or in need of help just leave them alone, being a forgeiner isn't an open invitation for a conversation, especiall if theyre a girl on their own. I cant count how many times i have been putt in uncomfortable positions just because people (men, literally it has always and only been men usually older men too) think that me being a forgeiners is an invitation for them to have a conversation with me and ask me things they wouldnt ask local women In a first meeting. It might not always be malicious i know, but you dont know how scary or uncomfortable it is when you're in a different country and a random man just starts talking to you and asking you personal things, like you dont know what to do, you dont want to be rude, you dont want to be accidentally disrespectful, you dont know how things work in this country or how to ask for help; i have been living here for 4 years but i still wouldnt know how to defend myself, or ask for help, and the longer i stay here the more i worry about being disrespectful since i already worry so much about being seen as just another careless tourist or forgeiner. Just please leave me alone, you wouldnt go up to a korean girl and start asking her so many things, now would you? Why is me being a forgeiner different? Dont go up to me and ask me to teach you english over coffee, thats weird and dangerous. Leave me alone pleaseee.

[laurenpandora]

ScoobyNatural

So, I loved this episode. Honestly one of the best episodes ever. I know it's had mixed reviews from some people who really dislike Scooby Doo but the rest of us loved it and I really think they did a fantastic job with this. The animation was so good, the characters look like them, and although their movements are a lot more cartoonish it's still believably them which I'm really happy about. I've been hyped for this episode for weeks and honestly it was worth the wait.

So this episode starts and we're launched straight into the episode with no recaps or 'previously' scenes. Which is jarring enough in itself, but we're also launched straight into the middle of a fight scene. This kinda messed with my head a little as SPN doesn't usually start with them already in the middle of a case, fighting the monster. The next confusing thing is the fact that they seem to be fighting a human-sized plush dinosaur in the middle of a store. Bit weird but we go with it. Dean commenting that "killing Barney" was pretty satisfying made me laugh.

The store owner offers them something from the store to say thankyou and of course Sam is very humble and refused, but Dean can't miss an opportunity like that. "Take it easy, she's delicate" They carry out a large TV and of course Dean personifies the thing, calling it a 'she' which is what he also does with his car so we can tell he's already quite attached to the Television.

"Be like Elsa. Let it go." Sometimes Dean's references show a very different side to him. He wants Sam to drop the case because 'it's over' but Sam obviously knows something is wrong about it. Dean distracts Sam though because he's so excited to show him what he's been doing with one of the rooms in the bunker.

"The Dean cave.. or.. Fortress of Deanitude.." That's actually kind of adorable. He's so happy about it and I love that. Dean being at home in the bunker is my jam. He never had a home for so long, sleeping in the car and cheap motels and living on the road for years, and now that they have the bunker, and he can decorate, and make it his, he gets almost domestic and this is just so good for him. The rare happy Dean moments seem to be increasing and that is so beautiful.

He makes a big show of turning on the TV, and something isn't right. It sparks purple and they're both confused. Dean actually tilts his head and I'm instantly reminded of Castiel. I wonder if Dean picked that up from him?

Then they're both sucked into the TV.

They freak out because they're suddenly animated, and they do it in such a cartoonish way both at the same time saying "you're a cartoon! I'm a cartoon!" it's very funny.

"Maybe this is an angel thing. Or the trickster." "No, he's dead." "Or is he?" No! He's not! It's almost like they know. Dean even said it really ominously. This makes me so happy. Dean calls out Sam for being confused about the car getting there, like as if everything else about this is just mildly weird, but the car being there is just not possible.. XD

They drive to a Malt Shop - I have no idea what one of those is - and see the Mystery Machine, which is how they figure out they're in Scooby Doo. Then we get the ScoobyNatural title scene, which seems pretty late on in the episode but I guess it wouldn't have made sense to have it at the beginning.

Dean fanboying over the Scooby Gang is so childlike.. but then he's instantly after Daphne which I find a bit creepy. I know it's a cartoon, and I know that it's all meant to be fairly innocent, Dean has been a fan of this show since he was a child, but it's still weird to me. Canonically Daphne is in her late teens. Dean Winchester is in his late 30s. That's a little weird to me. But since his Daphne crush probably started when he was a child himself, and the characters are just animations.. I'll let it go for now I guess.

"I dunno. Cas is kinda like a talking dog" Dean compares their lives hunting to Scooby Doo and it's kinda cute. He sees the characters as 'role models' which is kinda funny because the Winchesters have literally saved the world so many times, and the Scooby Gang.. not so much. He even seems quite nervous to meet them.

Scooby is apparently the heir to a fortune left to him by an 'Old southern Colonel'. Please tell me this was an intentional reference to Asmodeus? Even Dean called the guy 'Evil Colonel Sanders' earlier this season, and we've all been calling him that since before then, so this can't be a coincidence, right?

"There are no words in this newspaper, Dean" This really got me. One of my favourite things ever is when cartoon characters point out stuff like this. Even though obviously Sam and Dean do know theyre in a cartoon, the 4th wall breaks like this still make me laugh. Dean decides they have to play along because he assumes it's like the Changing Channels episode and they have to 'play their part'. Honestly a lot of us were hoping that Gabriel had something to do with this episode, but I guess we're waiting for the next episode to see him again.

The part where Dean eats the giant sandwich actually reminds me of Changing Channels:

Dean really dislikes Fred and I'm guessing it's because he's jealous of him? Not just the FredxDaphne thing but his, and I quote: "perfect hair, his can-do attitude, that stupid ascot". The way Dean talks, he's so needlessly angry at Fred just for being Fred, he either low key wishes he was more like that, or he's got some weird crush on Fred too?  I wont read too much into that right now. I did notice though, that as they speed off racing the mystery machine, there is a large sign that just says 'LUBE'. I'm sure that's just a completely innocent background image but what can I say, my mind is often in the gutter.

So they get to the house and yes the late Colonel is actually called Colonel Sanders, which Sam and Dean both notice, but I think it was more as a 'thats kinda stupid' reaction than anything. "Spend a night in a haunted house for a million dollars? That can't be legal." Trust Sam to think of it that way, but he's got a point. But then, it is a classic movie trope. Velma points out that 'things like this happen all the time' because obviously in cartoons, in her universe, they do.

Dean doesn't want to tell them that they're in a cartoon, they're innocent and pure and he wants them to stay that way (despite flirting with Daphne, ahem) which seems like a good plan until crap starts getting real. "Oh Dean. Boys and girls don't sleep in the same room, silly." Yep, Dean is right, the Scooby Gang are definitely innocent and pure. Daphne calls out Velma for being interested in Sam, which I thought was a bit of an unexpected development but kinda funny.

Then one of the background characters is killed.

"Jinkies" "Jeepers" "Zoinks" "Ruh Roh" "Son of a bitch." This really got me, just all the Scooby catchphrases and then Deans which is just so wildly different.

"We should look for evidence. Like fingerprints. Or fluids." This sentence is where it starts to get a little uncomfortable. It's a little like watching the first 'Don't hug me I'm scared' episode. It's slowly pushing the boundary of not so happy and innocent. They're still so chipper though, someone has just died and they're all like 'ooh a mystery'. That's not normal, guys.

Then they see an ominous figure at the window in a trenchcoat and I think we're supposed to think it's the ghost but everyone I watched this with already knew it was gonna be Castiel. "Castiel? It sounds like a great italian pizza place." I'm dying. Actually dying of laughter. Poor Cas.

Cas explains how he got there and we get a scene where he's at the bunker talking about getting the fruit of life. He didn't check they were there before launching into his story about the fruit, which is good because it means we get to hear about it. Apparently he had to make a deal with some Djinns and he may have technically married their Queen?  This particular scene was hilarious and was what sparked the tweet from Rachel Miner that I posted the screenshot of the other day.

"Killer stuffed dinosaur?" "Uh I didn't mean a real..." "It's a book we're writing. Yeah. About Killer stuffed Dinosaurs. It's called-" "The Killer Stuffed Dinosaur..In Love." The hell kinda books has Cas been reading? I hope someone writes this book though. SPN Fandom, don't let us down. I would do it but I can't write. Which you can probably tell from my posts..

They try to fight the ghost but quickly realise that it's definitely not a person in a costume. Velma's levels of denial are almost impressive.

Then they find a chopped up guy and it gets pretty disgusting. "That's not good." Really, Fred? Really? "Do they always just.. walk away from dead bodies? or?" Sam is the cynical commentary I didn't know I needed for this episode, I love it. Also Fred cockblocking Dean at every turn is magical.

"Wonderful. I once led armies and now I'm paired with a scruffy philistine and a talking dog." Sassy Castiel is my favourite. <3 Velma is still insistent that the ghost is just an 'unscrupulous real estate developer' or something similar, even when Sam tries to explain the truth. I know I'd have trouble believing in ghosts in her position, but the stubborness is quite painful. Dean tries again to flirt with Daphne by asking what she looks for in a guy, and she basically just describes Fred which is hilarious. Dean notices a book "The one that isn't painted into the background of the car- hm - library" and there's that cartoon 4th wall again. Pointing out how the important props are always so obvious in cartoons. They fall down the secret passage and Dean is trying to get handsy with Daphne in the dark. Yeah ok Dean that's definitely creepy, stop it.

Now we've got the obligatory Scooby Doo running about the house scene, complete with music and doors and popping out of vases. And Scrappy Doo randomly even though he wasn’t even there. Fantastic. Love it.

"We have to stop this ghost" "We almost did. Dean had him by the thigh" "He what?" I don't even know what to say about this so I'm just gonna leave it here.

Scooby and Shaggy falling off the building, being saved by Cas with his coat as a parachute is possibly the best part of this entire episode. This was the point where I started wondering if Castiel still has his angel powers inside the cartoon. Shaggy gets badly hurt which just doesn't happen in Scooby Doo episodes, as pointed out angrily by Shaggy: "I have jumped out of a biplane in a museum and was fine!".

This I guess is the final straw and they decide to tell the gang the truth. Which seems like a good plan on the surface but then they all start having a mass existential crisis. "We've been stopping real estate developers when we could have been hunting dracula? Are you kidding me? My life is meaningless!" "If there are ghosts.. that means theres an afterlife! Heaven! Hell! Am I going to Hell?!" ..Daphne, what did you do?

"Scooby Gang does not have nervous breakdowns." Yeah you tell them Dean.. Like, you just ruined their lives, ripped apart their entire concept of reality, and they're all scared teenagers but yes lets tell them to pull themselves together. He does make a damned good motivational speech though. He tells them how they're heroes and honestly, even I felt better after this speech.

"We can help. We have to." "F**king right you can." Dean swore. And they bleeped him. This doesn't even happen in regular Supernatural episodes. Like holy crap. I think I heard somewhere that the F word wasn't in the script but when Jensen said it they just left it in? I've been watching convention videos on youtube so it was probably at Paleyfest or something?

Their weird rube-goldberg style trap for the ghost is.. inventive? The salt and the coconuts and the soap and the washing machine.. They send Shaggy, Scooby and Castiel to sneak around the house and the animation of them sneaking is just gold..

I cannot imagine Cas walking like this and that just makes the whole thing funnier. And of course the three of them end up in the washing machine instead of the ghost. Because Cartoon logic. "Freds traps never work" of course they have a plan B which seems to be some kind of glowing salt circle. I wish salt circles were that pretty in real life. It's kinda sparkling.

The ghost turns out to be a child, who is being controlled by the pawn shop owners friend, Jay. When they go back in the other room the Scooby Gang are freaking out, yelling about shotguns and traps and panicking about the ghost, so the boys decide they need to get the kid to fix the episode. "Kill it with fire!" is not something I ever thought I'd hear from Daphne.

Sam seems to be in pain trying to tell Velma she was right. Which is understandable, as she's been so smug about him believing in ghosts for the whole episode. It's gotta be difficult to tell her she's right when she isn't.

They finally get to do the whole pulling the mask off part, completing the episode, and Castiel sneakily fixes Shaggys arm, which I guess answers the angel powers question I had earlier. Everything is back to how it should be.

They say goodbye to the gang and Cas saying goodbye to Scooby and Shaggy is so beautiful but so funny at the same time. Velma kisses Sam, which is weird af and then she wanders off talking about his shoulders... I don't even know what to make of that.

"That was the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. And that includes the Cartwright twins." "What did you do with the Cartwright twins?" For gods sake do not ask, Cas. Sam doesn't want to know either.

They're all back in the real world and Dean has to smash his TV open. I kinda wonder if he couldn't have just taken it apart to get the knife out? I guess that would have taken time but it seems to me that would have been the better option? He could maybe even have just tipped it upside down? Seeing as it was just dropped into a hole in the top of the TV. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Maybe I'm just upset about breaking electronics. Either way, they set the spirit free, and it's super emotional.

They go to confront the 'bad man' as the kid called him and Dean is wearing an Ascot scarf thing over his jacket and plaid shirt getup. It clashes badly and does not suit him at all to be honest. They expose Jay for what he's been doing, but of course no one but them is going to believe it, so they also have some convenient tax evasion dirt on him so that the police can take him in.

"Velma was right. It was a shady real estate developer after all." That is such a twist ending. That's hilarious.

Then the guy says the 'meddling kids' line, even though Sam, Dean and Castiel are not kids? They're grown men. Bit confusing but I guess it had to be done? Dean doing the impression of Scooby Doo was a little cringey though. "Dean. You're not a talking dog." That.

He's right that red is his colour. But the ascot is not a good look.

This was a really fun episode and I really enjoyed it. I rewatched it to write this post and I am half tempted to watch it a third time already... Very impressed.

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

*deep breath ready to spill all my thoughts on the finale*

*just screams*

okay but really my commentary is under the cut and i want you all to know that i cried my eyes out

"long-awaited finale" is right zach

oh no we're opening with a hera monologue

is the little girl pryce? the little girl is pryce

so pryce is much younger than cutter. i feel like that explains their dynamic a little

"it's so evil! and so planned!" dougery i love you

YEAH KEPLER PISS OFF

yes renée. just fucking leave. do it. please.

ok no but you gotta talk to the others about it properly my girl

"well that seemed... healthy..."

flaaashBACK flaaashBACK omg Day 1

ultraviolet angel douglas eiffel and his dumb cigarettes

destroy him daniel

eifflace feast!! theyre best friends

DO NOT ALCOHOL DOUG

good boy

awwwww my good kids

"do let it hit you on the way out" salty boi

"i'm not going anywhere" "yess" "nice!" "ughhh"

renée EVERYONE is joining are you kidding

"there's the minkowski i've been waiting on" "i knew she was in there somewhere"

"i'm starting to think these guys are my kind of stupid" I LOVE MY STUPID DEFECTOR SON

oooh more flashbacks. alanaaaaa awww

danny boyyyyy omg he was immediately ride-or-die for maxwell i'm love him

OH NO EIFFEL'S TALKING TO ANNE

HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AAAA (yeah fran you were right this reduced me to tears)

please hug, you two

"chin up, soldier"

MUSICAL NERDS AWWWW

...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

PLEASE RENÉE DON'T DO THIS

I WANT DOUGIE TO GET HOME AS MUCH AS THE NEXT LOSER BUT NO

HE CALLED HER R E N É E

SHE CALLED HIM D O U G

GOD DAMN YOU NO. RENÉE YOU NEED YOUR MISCHIEF SPECIALIST

he's in deep space a g a i n my poor boy

"it's very... us." "so reckless, dangerous, and practically guaranteed to fail?" "would you have it any other way commander?" "not in a million years hera"

awwww baby minkowki you nerd

hera is so cute!

B r a v e N e w W o r l d

eiffel's minkowski impression never fails to be hilarious

SURPRISE PARTY adladkdjksb

only bulletproof gays on this station

oh it's selberg hello doctor doom

lovelace's hephaestus got orientation? cushy

"i'm never going to be rid of you am i" LOL

noo dougie boy noo she just wanted to keep you safe

awww he's doing the imagination thing again

renée minkowski is a huge nerd and doug eiffel is her best nerd friend

i like to imagine that doug's process here was "what is the most unintentionally nerdy thing minkowski could set as her password" and then he went "ah yes, the roman name for Hephaestus, VULCAN"

a v i r u s

oh no. doug. dougie boy. d e c i m a

of course doug is the key. of course

CANNONBALL

eiffel i love you but that was most likely a huge mistake

oh no, hera has a Plan. all of her plans end in eiffel injury

post-episode note: oh god

"with my life, darlin" awwww

"you're gonna go do something stupid, aren't you?" "oh yeah"

yes isabel my love

"let's go get our idiot back" ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY

oh jacobi. hang in there buddy

aww bob rip. he's joining blessie in the star

“the pryce is right!” he's been waiting a while to use that pun

OH NO

YOU CAN'T TAKE HIS MEMORIES YOU BITCH LEAVE HIM ALONE

omg hera v pryce showdown in eiffel's brain

MINKOWSKI SHOT CUTTER. god bless

he can catch bullets are you FUCKING kidding

lmfao leuitenant commander renée minkowski just shoots her problems. it's the minkowski way

typing really, really fast

SHE HAS A HUMAN FORM AND ITS VERY NOT PRYCE

you can't take his memories. please. oh no. don't take annie from him.

please hera i believe in you but don't let pryce take anyone from doug

can't believe warren came through

his last act alive was to chug a whole bottle of scotch. which he just had on him. that's very kepler.

lovelace...?

SURPRISE!!

is jacobi...? :(

leave isabel alone. fuck you.

oh no she's so scared

OH

RENÉE

UHHHHHHHHHHHH GIRLS? YOU GOOD? ARE YOU GOOD???

leave. his. memories. alone.

gut shot. fuck. fucking gut shot. baby...

DID SHE JUST KICK HIM IN THE GUT DESPITE THE BLOOD POURING FROM HER ABDOMEN I LOVE HER

fight it isabel! yes! that's my girl!

and i feel minlace in this chilis tonight

D E S T R O Y E D

HARPOON MOTHERFUCKER

"nice" ajakdklfjs

"i'm just going to clip your wings a little" OOHHHHHHHHH YES REKT

big storm comin. brave new world.

EXCUSETH ME

DOUG YOU CAN'T

oh no. he's not gonna. remember. oh. no. oh no.

NO. NO NO NO.

…

r e n é e

…

oh jerkobi’s still alive!

“ignore him, he’s been insufferable” “ignore her, i’m wonderful”

HE’S LISTENING TO THE LOGS

oh dougie boy... you were more wonderful than you’ll ever know and you can be again, this love is eternal and will never die

“tell me you didn’t do all this just to win a bet” “totally worth it!” I LOVE HIM

she’s over the glitching!!! my girl!!!

“wanna find out together?” awwwww. brave new freakin world

*deep breath* okay. wow. i... don’t even know what to say. thank you, wolf 359 crew, for this incredible story. that feels like a stock sentence. words can’t properly convey all of my emotions right now. i can attach a photo of me crying if that helps. because i cried a lot. anywhere with a ‘...’ is where i was crying too much to write anything. if i ever manage to collect my thoughts i might post something more eloquent, but for now thank you and also fuck you

[lilacshawn-blog]

Goodnight

request: Could you please make an imagine where in Shawn and the reader are like best friends but shawn feels like theyre more than that and she just says she doesnt love him bc he has a girlfriend who the reader thinks is better for him? ik this is so long but tysm! -p

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“Come on! Don’t you wanna do something, like, you know… fun?” You asked, tossing a pretzel up in the air and gearing your mouth towards it.

“I don’t know your definition of fun is anymore,” he complained while shuffling through all his clothes, looking for his ring. ���If it’s like the last time, I’m out.”

“Come on, it’s not like it’s illegal to streak naked across a hotel floor,” you say, quite frankly. You never turned down dares and if you had to, it must be some fucked up shit. It was a Friday night and all you wanted was some fun... and maybe some more food.

“Pretty sure it is, man,” he mocked.

You responded with a groan. “How about we go for a drive? I mean, after all, you haven’t been around in so long! Don’t you just miss good old Pickering?”

“Sure, I guess,” he replied hesitantly as he left his spot in front of the cabinet that he’s been in for the past hour.

You took his hand and left the bedroom that he missed so dearly and guided him towards the front of your parents’ house.

Admittedly, you missed him but you still tried your best to pretend like you didn’t think about him, or need him. Pathetic and stupid, you thought but it could be worse. Just being in the same town since he left; and although you did buy a new house without the help of your parents, you felt dissatisfied for accomplishing so little while he got the chance to travel the world and have opportunities ready for him to take on.

Ultimately, however, you felt happy for him. You felt happy the moment he was signed to a label or when he first flew out the Los Angeles or even the time he invited you over to his release party and how you didn’t go. You feel genuinely happy for him. From a distance, at least.

“Start the fucking car, what are you waiting for?” he joked, looking at me dreamily, probably because of exhaustion.

“Geez, okay,” you laughed, playing it off like as if you weren’t pondering about him. You drove away from the place you two used to hang out, tired or happy, whether he’s only going to take a nap or record a vine or even ask for the goddamn answers to the homework.

“What’re you thinking about, bff?” He asked, half-jokingly since he knew I hated being called that. “No, seriously.” His eyes were searching for something in yours—a thing he has been successfully doing over the years. Yes, even in facetime. He knew I was lying and we both know I’m bad at it.

“Just missed you.”

“Just missed me?”

“A lot. I missed you a lot.”

“I know, I know,” he cockily replied, ruining the sentiment of the moment.

You slapped his arm in response and laughed along. “We haven’t been at our place for a long time, eh?”

“No shit.”

“Drive there?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

His eyes have a different kind of sparkle compared to before, but he doesn’t have a distinct glance for you. His eyes were blunt, there were dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was slightly more pale.

For the entire drive, he was mostly silent - making questions and little chats here and there. It almost seems like he doesn’t know what to say.

You pull up to a secluded area, a hilltop where a faint skyline was visible. The two of you discovered this place a while back, when you two were invited to a house party you never attended to - because you were, in fact, lost, and in the middle of nowhere. Here’s this place.

“Missed this view, a lot,” he whispers. “I really wish I could’ve written my songs here.”

“True that,” I reply. “Is that the reason why your songs suck?” you joke, popping open the back of the vehicle with your keys.

“Wow, excuse me? Wait … does it really?” he concernly asks.

“No, no,” you say, laughing the worry off of his face.

God, he looked so different. Different from when he gave his last wave towards your way at the airport—roughly, 3 years ago. Maybe I’m just holding onto it, dreaming or hoping that there is something. Something more, perhaps.

You both hop in the back and sit on the jeep’s matting, adjusting your posture and leaning your head against the plastic panel.

You continued to talk about how his last two tours were, a little bit of him apologizing for not visiting you when he got the chance to; how you were holding up with your second to the last year of college; and how much he loved doing the things he only dreamt of doing.

“Really? Your college is only a 6-hour drive from here?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yeah, can you believe it? I’d give you a tour of my apartment but you wouldn’t fit in there.”

“Well,” he said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

You were stuck in a whirlpool everytime you get a smile, no matter how small it is, from him. You were stuck in this stupid conversation in your mind whether or not to touch him or kiss him or hell, even give him a high five.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks as he flips his phone to check the time. 1:03.

“Shoot.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that we were never together, after being friends since 8th grade?”

Yes, it does. You think to yourself—the real question you’ve been avoiding for too long. The question you’ve been meaning to ask since it was eating you alive and everytime he opens his mouth to speak, you wish it wasn’t that question.

“No, I guess. I mean, like, no offense, but I think there’s someone out there for the both of us, yikes—hopefully,” you laugh in hopes to lighten up the mood.

Truth is, you wanted to convince yourself too. You wanted to make yourself think that there is someone else. Someone else, besides him.

“Well, cheers to our someone else,” he holds up his water bottle in the air.

“Cheers,” I reply, taking the water bottle behind me and bumping it with his. It seems so pseudo, as the lie in your voice echoes in your head over and over. 

Cheers? You found yourself saying an empty word. Maybe even he detected the insincerity in your speech or how you held your water bottle with your hands slightly shaking.

You take a swig from your bottle, drinking slightly more than you needed just to avoid conversation; to perhaps avoid saying something else you weren’t supposed to say.

“Do you really think there’s someone out there?” he questions you. He puts down his drink and faces you properly, “For you?”

“I think s—” you say but he cuts you off instead.

“Truthfully,” he sternly speaks.

“What do you want me to say, Shawn?”

“What do you want to say,” he rises his tone, frustration in his eyes. “Y/N, we’ve been pretending like nothing fucking happened.”

“And tell me, Shawn, what happened exactly?”

“You know,” he whispers, facing front and shifting his gaze towards the city.

“I absolutely have no clue,” you reply, softening your tone as well.

Admittedly, you didn’t want to come forward first about what is up. You didn’t want to show that after all these years, you still had feelings for him. You didn’t want to openly throw the idea out there and put your feelings up for debate.

“When I left—,” he was cut off by his phone ringing. “I gotta take this, sorry,” he says, and with that he walked off to the side. 

“Yeah, I’m just talking with my family right now.”

“Yes, baby, at 1 am. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Alright, bye. Love you.”

He sat beside me once again after the phone call I clearly heard. It seems like I didn’t know it’s her, but I did. It was everywhere—in headlines, all over twitter, instagram and god, even my mom knows.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” you ask as if nothing had happened, then hopping off where you previously sat but was soon stopped by his swift movement.

“We can talk,” he replies.

You were annoyed by his action but at the same time, glad that he did since you had a lot to say but couldn’t. You were glad that he pulled you to sit down once more since he looked like he had a lot to say but couldn’t. 

“I fucking left you hanging the moment I was contacted by a label,” he starts off. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, and I forgive you,” you quickly replied and attempted to leave.

He gently pulled you in again, “I left you here when you were waiting for me to say something that night when I told I was called by the records.”

“What do you mean ‘something’?”

“We both knew we were something more, and we were just waiting for the other to say it first.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But you did. You did know exactly what he was talking about. You knew exactly what it was the moment he was trying everything he could just to not bring it up.

“You know what it is.”

“Just fucking tell m—,”

“That I fucking love you!” he shouts and takes a deep breath then gulping.

You weren’t exactly the first one to say it but it made you more nervous that him.

“When I was here, we were both waiting for the other to say it even when we both knew we were something more and what I’m so scared of—” he pauses for a brief second. “–is that I won’t be able to tell you that I do love you until you fucking fall out of love because of waiting.”

“And what if I did tell you I love you then you wouldn’t be who you are now, you’d still be with me, you’ll be like me—stuck in this fucking town, waiting for another goddamn opportunity to come your way and honestly,” you scream back. “for that reason, I’m so fucking glad I didn’t tell you I love you.”

Just like that, you instantly forgot what you are to each other anymore.

He leans against his side and only both your breaths were heard.

“Shawn, what are we doing?” you weakly asked and it took all the strength in your body to keep a conversation up with him. “You have someone else now and you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I never thought you’d come by,” he replies.

“And so it’s alright for you to tell me this type of shit?”

“No, but you deserve an answer.”

“I wasn’t even wondering about anything.”

“Yeah, oh yeah, right,” he said sarcastically, “Right, ‘cause you had no feelings for me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

You felt like you’ve been staring at each other for what seems like half an hour.

Then, it was blurry and all of a sudden, your lips met. After waiting on each other and debating with your conscience and lying to yourself, you kissed back.

His hands were twirling with a ruffle of hair and placing it behind your ear. He touch was so soft as if you were fragile.

At that moment, you were fragile. You were about the break and give in to him. It was so painful to feel but great to think about. The idea of being with him. The idea of love and whether or not it’s all good. But in your case, it’s not.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You knew your friendship was out the window, you knew you’d be driving him home and never coming back to his doorstep or even call him when you needed to. You remembered what it was like to be around him, with him.

How fun your 2 am conversations about the most random things were, although you were tired and deprived of sleep because of college and how you hoped you’d be in bed since 4 hours ago by now. You loved spending time since that was the only time you’d see him. Those calls ended after a good 8 months, but you understood. He needed that time for more important things than talking to you.

How he acted platonic throughout the whole relationship that everyone thought you were together. You’d hope that you were but I guess, feeling like it is better than nothing. You’d always fall for it, no matter how much he repeatedly made you feel special—well at least, as a friend, to him. How those same feelings will mean something—someday—to someone who deserves it.

How his stories will always be deeper in detail when he talked to you because of his genuine trust towards you. You were thankful, however, for the moment where in you knew him truly—and only you did. Although someday, he’ll tell the same stories to someone else, maybe even in better detail and meaning. He’ll make new memories and reminisce those moments with someone else.

How his touch was different when it came to you and how gentle he held your hand when you were walking through museums, running through crowds, and climbing roofs just to talk about feelings. Feelings you wish were towards you, at least. There will be a hand fit to yours and warm enough for you to hold.

“We should head home,” you whispered, hopping off the back and heading towards the driver’s seat.

Without a word, he followed and buckled up his seatbelt, staring straight ahead without a single emotion.

You didn’t know what he was thinking, but honestly, neither did he know what was running through your mind.

The ride felt like forever until you reached his house at the end of the street with the outdoor porch lamp lighting the walkway. You take a good look at the house, debating whether or not you should walk with him towards his porch. You decided not to.

You opened the door, leaning against your car and watching him walk up the wooden and damp stairs.

He stopped in his tracks and faced you, “Last question, I promise.”

“Okay,”

“Did even you love me at all, like at some point?”

“Why would yo—”

“Please,” he whispered.

It took a while for you to answer, even if the only valid answer is ‘no’. You feel like you should say ‘yes’ because you did.

“No,” you replied.

And lastly, how you and I ended without anything beginning.

How I mastered the art of pretending that I didn’t love you when I did.

How you and I, and averted eyes all made sense in the end.

How you won the world and how I lost mine.