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[inkskinned]

People like you piss me off. First of all it's WOMEN. WOMEN WOMEN WOMAN. YOu can say the word it doesn't stop it from being real. Do you have a uterus? You are a WOMAND and you always will be.

anyway here's my paypal link if anyone wants to help a womand cover grocery costs

[mispatchedgreens]

welcome to another installment of 'what if the radiant emperor was a whole nother thing', vol. shounen manga

this was fueled by a completely normal post wondering abt ouyang's blade, and then me trying to figure out a universe where he'd wield the zhanmadao

[sunnibits]

this has probably been done before but idc I love hot beverage. also I imagine I will be in the minority as far as this poll goes. feel free to elaborate as to what specific variety of drink is ur personal favorite bc there’s no way I’m listing every kind of tea and coffee

[teashopcrafts]

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[a-concert-just-for-me]

I need you all to see what was on the t-shirt I was wearing in the dream I just woke up from

I was wearing this unironically, for the record

[nico-sdv-archives]

does it ever get lonely at the shop?

Eh, only sometimes. I know it's not really the most approachable line of work, but I'm really lucky to have friends here who don't mind getting me out of office on bad days. Alex especially, I swear, nobodies allowed to have a bad day without either getting hugged or a gatorade thrown at them.

He's... a real sweetheart.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[princehatterene]

also rate my halloween costume for work

[akkivee]

it’s still so crazy to me that rosho mentally booted sasara out and said his nmcd is actually ichiro kuukou samatoki and juto LOL

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[mothstache]

EARL GREY ICE CREAM...where have you been all my life

[hajidumps]

Do you ever think that Cale ever mixed a bit of sweet potion into Ron's tea like a drug addict

[starrystevie]

tw: main character death, hurt no comfort, angst

steve's staring at eddie's face when he first hears the tinny notes of rock-a-bye baby through the shitty hospital room speaker. he closes the book in his hand, keeping his thumb in the spine to hold his place, and pauses to listen.

it's strange to hear it mix with the sounds of the machines that are keeping eddie alive, keeping stale air in his lungs and morphine in his veins. we're keeping him comfortable, they say as more white coats shuffle in to change soiled bandages and write in their stiff notebooks.

it's all a lie, a fallacy. if they were keeping him comfortable, he wouldn't be poked and prodded and kept so drugged up that he can't open his eyes. if they were keeping him comfortable, he would have hands holding his own without wires and probes in the way. he would have music and laughter and joy warming up the cold, sterile room.

but steve tries to keep him comfortable as best as he can. he comes by in the mornings before work, in whatever afternoons he has free, in the late night visiting hours when yet another date fails because his mind is focused on curly hair fanned out on a too-white pillow and too pale skin with sunken in cheeks.

steve brings books that dustin swears eddie would love, reads them aloud to a shell of a man and hopes he isn't mispronouncing far away planet names. he smuggles in a boombox and plays tape after tape that he finds in the mess of eddie's van, hoping that one will be just the thing to wake him up.

but mainly he talks. he brings him stories and secrets and problems that he locked away in his chest with a rusted over key. he trails fingertips over blue veins under the thin skin at his wrist wishing there weren't tubes and needles just a few inches above. steve sits in an uncomfortable hospital chair until he has to stand, has to pace, before settling back down to whisper unanswered prayers, asking that today is the day that eddie will magically come out of it all.

it isn't any different on the day that it all falls apart. with a book in his hand and one leg crossed over the other, he hears the soft notes start to play. and in a matter of seconds, the machines around the two of them scream out harsh warnings of failures and disaster.

there's what could have beens and should have beens on the tip of his tongue, in the back of his mind, clashing with the lullaby filling the room. steve would laugh at the irony if he didn't think it would bring him crumbling down. it's a life for a life, a new set of lungs gulping in the air that eddie doesn't get to have anymore, cries of joy in a room down the hall overshadowing steve's own. it's a family's world being put together while his own feels like it's falling apart.

after all, a new baby is supposed to be a joyous occasion isn't it?

eddie's machines are loud enough now to drown out the faint lullaby bleeding through the speaker. the flatline is loud enough to drown out steve's broken sobs for someone, anyone to help. and when they call a time and steve's holding his breath like he can breath it in for the both of them, he wonders if they have a song to play through the speakers for that, too.

[zmediaoutlet]

(1) Hi Liz, happy WW! I have a random thought-thread I’d love your opinion on, and it kind of goes with this weeks WW theme of americana and american gothic!Usually in incestious stories the siblings don't have romantic/sexual relationships outside of their family. Its interesting that both Sam and Dean have had a good amount of "normal" relationships throughout their lives, yet the fandom can still see incest as a plausible endgame. (Even though, a few of these relationships are contested.)

(2) A big theme of the show is both of the boys longing for a normal apple pie/white picket fence life, and that want being contrasted with their fucked up family and deeper desires. The way I see it, their “normal” relationships throughout the show represent the standard American Dream of wife and 2.5 kids. On the flip side, Sam and Dean’s relationship with each other is the mirror-image of that American Dream: it is the dark, american gothic, forbidden ending. (3) So throughout the show, we see two examples of American ideals/lore playing against each other. My question is: Have you ever thought about this dynamic in SPN in comparison with other incest stories/lore? Or about how their past relationships tangled with Wincest paint a bigger picture of the American-ness of the show? (Could it ever REALLY be set in Canada? Haha!) I’d love to hear your musings, I hope this message made sense!

I apologize for not getting to this on WW proper but I have been a flat fuck this week and so I needed a bit of a running start! Thank you in the first place for such a thinky ask! I think I understand what you're getting at, but you'll have to indulge me as I think out loud --

American Gothic: technically literally just that one painting, because the barn had a gothic-style window for some reason. But gothic incest romance has all those flavors of isolation, and when you combine that with American suspicion of poverty and closed communities becomes -- turning inward, backwoods and a family that looks suspiciously at outsiders and gets up to all kinds of shit. The Benders, basically.

American Dream: committed spouse, a home to build a life inside, children as a legacy, being able to support and sustain yourself and be happy and more-or-less free while nevertheless contributing to society as a whole.

Now, whenever we're thinking about something, there are the bare facts and there's the presentation of those facts. Sam and Dean are outsiders to society, raised in a way that could easily make them cult-members, who fail to have successful external relationships and end up turning inward to live alone in a bunker while having a casual relationship to violence. On bare facts, that sounds pretty American Gothic.

...On presentation and feel, though, it really isn't, and that's because the Sam and Dean we meet are not Benders, nor are they the fic-versions of themselves that we meet in various AO3 stories that try to make sense of those bare facts with an entirely different presentation and vibe to the one in the show. Instead Sam and Dean are... really regular guys, 99% of the time. Despite the being-raised-in-motels and despite the violent job and despite walking midnights full of monsters... they have a really easy time with 'strangers', they do have external relationships (brief or not), they move through the world with confidence and ease. They aren't secret serial killers. They aren't deeply possessive and controlling of each other's thoughts and desires and actions (again, despite some AO3 treatments).

Instead, if we return to our two bullet points -- which one do the Winchesters as of approx. s11 (and certainly by the point of the post-15.19 period where the characterization-story ends) really sound like? Hopefully most would agree that they ended up getting that American Dream version they hoped for, even if the bare facts aren't necessarily the stereotypical ones that people name-drop. This is partly because the "wife" and the "picket fence" don't actually mean a female spouse and a literal boring 3br/2ba in the suburbs. What they mean is stability, comfort, safety, contentment. What do Sam and Dean have together at the end of the show? All of those things. Like, 10/10 on the rubric, guys. And they don't have it in a grimdark 'ah I suck your blood out of your balls every morning' kind of way -- it is presented as an unalloyed good thing. They're happy together, just as they are.

Now: that is fucking STRANGE. But it's wonderful in its strangeness. This is a show where the leads, being as basically normal as they are, 'should' have gone the more traditional wife et al route -- but they didn't need to, and the show didn't force them into that box. (By some miracle.) They have 'normal' relationships, as you say, but (just going off purely canonical ones) Jess and Amelia and Cassie and Lisa were never real options, because the show never presented them that way. There were the 'facts' that Sam or Dean was in a more-or-less committed relationship with an external person, but the feel was that these were offscreen, told-not-shown, and they never really mattered. Every one was only possible when the overarching ur-relationship, that of Brothers (because we don't have a better word for what they really mean to each other), wasn't possible at that moment. The show does gesture at how this is strange -- Lisa tells Dean that his fixation on Sam is bizarre; Sam realizes that he has to literally choose between a girlfriend and his brother -- but the return to the central relationship is always treated as the correct choice by the narrative and, this is crucial, presented as morally sound, inside the framework in which the show operates.

You can imagine another text -- a Crimson Peak or a Borgias or a Game of Thrones or a Flowers in the Attic or a Secret History -- allowing for those external-to-internal shifts and treating them as vile, disturbing, strange. Pale violent children who snap at people who try to help them get on the correct path. Normal people staring in at the freaks and saying, what are they? what happened to them? The only character I can think of in all of Supernatural who comes close to that attitude is Henriksen, and he's a 'villain' by the lights of that season, and is brought into the light (again, inside the moral framework of the show) where he realizes, ah, the Winchesters are the good guys, so it's fine.

That might be the everlasting difference between Supernatural and some of the shows where the incestuous couple falls into the gothic 'dark' side vs the American dream side. Sam and Dean are the good guys. They are literally on the side of light. The literal deity of the new framework of the universe is their little buddy and the world was literally designed with their story in mind. Regardless of what you might think about all those things, or wish they were otherwise, or wish the presentation were otherwise -- they're just true, and the presentation of them is positive. Sam and Dean are not evil and so their strange, fucked up, bizarre relationship must come around to being a good thing, or the show just -- doesn't work. Or it's an entirely different show. But Supernatural On The CW (2005-2020) was never going to have their heroes be secretly gnasty Lannisters, and so -- their reward, after all that trial and hardship, is to live the American Dream after all. Not in a dreamlike wife or picket fence but in the things that matter: security, and comfort, and family. And they really only ever needed one other person to be their family.

(P.S. 'What about Sam?' I hear a complainer complaining. To them I say -- he got the American Dream right the first time around. What he promised to Dean was to live and try out the more traditional version, which he might have always wondered if he'd missed out on. And he had that life! Good for him. Note that it passed in the space of a montage -- returning us to presentation and told-not-shown and the feel being that it didn't matter all that much, in the end, because what happens? He shows up on the bridge in the clothes Dean loved him in, with the face Dean remembered best, and he'd been waiting all those years to say -- I imagine, and I'll let this be fic here at the end instead of meta -- I tried it. I did what you asked. Now, here I am, and I'm never doing that again. I think Dean'll be all right with that.)

[snekdood]

idg bullies bc if you think someone is committing some sort of social sin... why aren't u stepping in to help them, why are you watching them fuck up? clearly its important enough to you that you try to socially punish the fellow, if this is a social cause you are so very impassioned about, why not help that person not fuck up?

or... did you just want to laugh at someone fucking up? bc at that point you're providing nothing to anyone besides just being an asshole but hey ig some people are proud of their assholes so