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titleknown · 1 year ago

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KAIJUNE NEO: LUMPY GRAVY

I saw it through the sewer grate. It ate them, head-first. Like a gingerbread man.

It didn't see me, I don't even think it knew it was eating them. It was just... they were there, they were there and it was hungry. It smelled like rotten meat. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was, I could hear laughing. I could hear it in my head. I could hear it in their voices.

-Alan Smith of New York, New York

[Note: The interview subject is smoking a large cigar the whole time. Indoors. In a room with minimal ventilation in the summer. I hate him already.]

My concrete factory... just fucking gone. In an instant. Didn't even get indigestion...

...You know, this wouldn't have happened if you listened to the Prophet. Like, I know it's not "PC" to say that , but PC is why this country is in the shit. People want more, except the truth, that's why things like that're runnin' about.

That Lumpy Gravy shit's just another lazy slacker who wanted more, that's why our troops can't get him, they let the sissies let everyone down. But the prophet's gonna take 'em, he's goinna kill two birds with one stone, it's not clean, but sometimes you work with what you have. "When all you have is a hammer," amirite?

God, at least it got rid of the scum, like the homeless outside. Shame it didn't get that skitzo boy of mine, he keeps saying he's a girl, but I suppose that's not PC to-

[The interview ends abruptly as I get up to punch him in the face.]

--J.A. Henderson of Mortoral, Florida, who should be shot.

Look, I'm just a musician, I don't know what to tell you.

Yeah, I know most of y'all think I'm crazy for making a pilgrimage to this dude for music, but I mean, it worked, didn't it?

Nobody got hurt, me and the band got out a number one album, first doom metal album on the top of the charts in years, I got a million more ideas, and...

Sorry, I got that schpiel for every media-type who comes in here. But you don't seem like the judging type. So it seems like you want something else, right?

Oh. Oh you want to know about that , the song I heard. Well, trade secret bro...

...nah, just joshin' ya, free culture and all. Well it was... a nightmare. Like, I don't regret going there, but I ain't gonna see it twice.

It's like, imagine the sound of pain, a million snuff films in your head clear as day without image or without words. A lot of it was devouring, consumption, digestion, memory as I heard it; but there was some other stuff.

It was like, experiments, reformatting, failure, revenge, something about a demiurge I think? Dunno what that's about. But, hey dude, you're a good reporter, you can figure it out.

-Jolene Gross of Tucson; Arizona, note to see her live one of these days.

Well, the government never helped us, but then again we expected that. Shame the farm's gone. Heh, funny how stockpiling all the guns in the world never helped, like cannonballs in a hurricane. The MREs helped a bit, tho they were almost gone when the thing left.

Farm's gone, I don't know where we're going to go. Doesn't help I took in some of the kids run away from other monsters, or The Prophet. Yeesh, that guy.

But, you always gotta help in a time like this, I don't regret it. Tho it's a mite harrowing finding where we can get some, given all the neighbors I'd ask are facing the same problem, but we'll get by.

I don't have much to give except my testimony, and that ain't much either. I saw it, I heard it, it was the worst thing I've seen. But it reminded me a lot of the second-worst too.

At the pig farms, big operation near town, there was this "lagoon." Not much of a swimmin' lagoon unless you got a death wish. It's where they kept all the pig shit from that hell operation, and worse. They said the stillbirths went in there too. What a way to start, and what a way to go.

Place could necrotize your skin in an instant, most of the people workin there were sick and some degree of half-dead, a few quarter-dead if they were lucky. Sometimes you couldn't see the sun from that sheer fog.

There's that ol story in the bible, where Jesus cast out those demons into that herd of pigs. Cast 'em into that sea. Trouble is, the sea's still there, and if you cast demons into it, it don't go away.

And when it waded into that shit lagoon from underground, rising like the shit of king mountain, when I heard those voices, I thought, it's him. It's Legion. He's back.

Well, before I ran, of course...

-Jim Daniels, of Horsemouth, Iowa, his paypal information is linked at the end of the article

Sometimes, I still hear her voice. It's following me. I think it's following me. I hear her voice and it's screaming in pain but I still hear it it is hers.

I know it's a trick i know it wants me to hear it but shes still in there i can hear her i can know her it just has to eat me it just wants to eat me i dont want to be eaten i want to live but to live without her is to die and to die with her is to live it hurts i can hear her i can hear her i can hear her

-Ray Morris, who ran out of the office after sobbing for several minutes

Like, I know, I know it's horrible, it's an atrocity, but like, business has been great for me so far.

Do you know how much money there is in arranging death pacts? Tontines? Insurance schemes because they won't insure an act of God? This mountain of human suffering is a goldmine, like an actual goldmine without the imperialism!

Look, I'm just providing a service to people who need it, there's no foul play. Well, except for that one guy. But he had it coming, if you were there you'd know.

-Caroline Nacross, allegedly of Brass Ring; North Dakota, though the ID was confirmed fake later

Look, okay, just forget my name, forget my face, but tell my story. This was a fuckup of the highest order. The Brightside project, it almost got results. More the results of what that bastard scientist wanted than what we wanted, but those two were closer than we wanted to admit.

But when that kid broke in, and good on him for doing so, it wasn't just Brightside that got out. We tested on a lot of bodies y'see. I can't call 'em people anymore because... well, I couldn't live with myself if I did. They didn't even look much like people anymore after what he did to 'em.

We didn't sterilize 'em or burn leftovers, we just kept 'em for "future experimentation." I don't think most of the other folks there wanted that, but whatever the boss says goes.

I think he wanted this, if he couldn't pull it off. I think if he couldn't make god, then making the locusts and plagues was good enough, in an interim.

Or, maybe it's worse. He doesn't want a devil to kill us. He wants a Leviathan. A beast of his principles of rule, human minds supplanted E Pluribus Unum, and soon, those other... monsters? Gods? I am unsure of the difference anymore

That bastard has plans upon plans, you gotta watch out for. Because I don't wanna watch anymore. Goodbye.

-[ANONYMOUS] who promptly after finishing Budd Dwyer-ed himself in the interview room. It was hell to get the brains off the wall.

WE ARE HERE. WE ARE ALIVE. WE ARE THE DEAD. WE HATE YOU. WE LOVE YOU. WE ARE HERE.

DO NOT PANIC. IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. PANIC. IT IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW NIGHTMARE. WE ARE HERE.

WE ARE WE. WE ARE ONE. WE ARE THE OTHERS. WE ARE REBORN. WE ARE STILLBORN. YOUR DEATH WILL NOT BE IN VEIN. YOUR DEATH WILL BE IN PAIN.

THE OLD WORLD IS DYING. THE NEW WORLD IS WAITING TO BE REBORN. NOW IS THE TIME OF GODS. NOW IS THE TIME OF MONSTERS.

-Unknown individual, who promptly melted into a steaming puddle in the office. I dried the sludge and attempted to smoke it. Bad trip. Do not recommend. Saved some for later.

[INTERVIEWS CONDUCTED BY: D.W. DEVLIN]

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So, the finale of Kaijune comes to a close! Song name was based on "Theme from Lumpy Gravy" from Frank Zappa, and boy was this guy a nightmare to make.

Like, he was just a blob of foam with tentacles, but then the tentacles became a nightmare to make, and then melting globs of hot glue without a hot glue gun to give him a blobbier texture, then all the epoxy putty and epoxy paste, all the painting, and lugging him around...

Like, he's part of why this didn't debut in August, he was a late addition, and one I slightly regret.

Tho, I will add as a bit of bonus trivia, the inspiration for The Prophet was actually someone I know in another server talking about how various fundie-types who call themselves "prophets" on Youtube have ended up pumping a ridiculous variety of conspiracy theories into his mom's head.

For an idea of how bonkers those are, one of them was about how the increased presence of mermaids and "sea people" in media was a sign of demonic influence because demons apparently live in the deep sea.

So, I got the idea of coming up with somebody who took that to the next level and used that to amass power in times of even greater crisis than our own. hence, that fucker.

Who I do have plans for next year's Kaijune about, yes siree...

Ability Trivia: Along with all the powers of being an amorphous blob (Albeit, they can only fully squeeze themself through holes his giant skull-like "core" can fit through") they have the demonstrated power to send psychic signals to not just people in a way that drives them mad, but even disrupts communications. So nobody can hear you call for help.

They also, as you've seen assimilate the consciousnesses of those they devour, and can make what passes as "plans" as a consensus of the maddened, pained minds within. And, along with being able to electrify their amorphous surface, they can also use their body as a low-level railgun with all the derbris they inevitably swallow in the course of their rampages

And, then of course there's the matter of the "separants"...

Bonus Trivia: Most kaiju hate him and attack him on sight. Not that he minds. They'll all come to him eventually. Or they won't. Either way doesn't matter, as long as there's a head at the top of the Leviathan...

...And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator.

Have fun, and see you next year!

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horrorslashergirl · 2 years ago

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🔥New Dark Romance Novel🐍MAFIA🐍

"The snake was lurking deep within the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to see a little mouse and strike. That's when he saw her... His little innocent mouse."

"Every little girl's dream is to live in a castle with her prince charming. I recall the Disney movies I would watch on the old TV I had in the bedroom I shared with my big brother. Even at a fragile age, I knew these movies were only fairytales never to become reality."

From birth, I had a hard life. All my life, I've lived in a desolate and dangerous district in the capital of Romania. Violence, drugs, and prostitution were at each corner, and even for the little girl I used to be, I understood what was happening. I lost my family at some point. I was all alone and after finishing high school, entering college, and one year of studying, things started to brighten. The hopes of having a normal life.

My biggest mistake? The decision to go on a vacation to Turkey with my best friend, only for the relaxation to turn into a nightmare. I thought I would never have to face the style of life it had surrounded me with when I was a child. Although... if I didn't make that choice... I wouldn't have met HIM.

His nickname and reputation precede him. I never thought I will cross paths with the Albanian Mafia.

KING COBRA

He is deadly, brutal, violent, manipulative, and sly like the serpent himself. His inked body reminds me of the beautiful scales of this snake, but the beauty is only a veil for the venom running through his system. The scars that litter his inked skin make me aware of what he's been through and what he was capable of. He was handsome in a beastly way. I know I shouldn't let my guard down around him, especially not after he bought me at a human-trafficking auction. Curse these Turkish bastards.

Little by little, my defiance crumbles down, much like the plan I set into motion. Earn his trust, get the opportunity to escape, and run. This plan vanished as the days in the serpent's den passed by. I was falling for him... falling for the snake's charm. I was his little mouse after all, no? Tightly held in his wicked coils.

Just like Britney Spears' song...

But Mama, I'm in love with a criminal

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

Mama, please don't cry, I will be all right

All reason aside, I just can't deny, I love that guy

Scroll up and don't miss this rousing and steamy dark romance that features a Romanian young girl with a dark past that haunts her but with a flaming fire deep into her heart and an Albanian mob boss who has more scars than he can count, inside and outside, who got the nickname, KING COBRA, not only for his malevolent and sadistic personality but for a... certain physical aspect too.

WARNING! This book contains sensitive topics which may trigger the reader. In this novel, there are dark themes such as street violence, family abuse, death, kidnapping, drugs, human trafficking, and trauma.

There are also graphic and descriptive sex scenes on the darker side, which include fetishes and kinks, such as consensual non-consent, use of bondage in sexual activities, predator/prey, choking, spanking, high dirty talk, restraint, oral on both female and male, loss of virginity, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, Dominant/submissive power-play, overstimulation, begging, high creampie/breeding kink, kink size, gun kink, combat boot kink, mask kink.

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elfmoon3 · 1 year ago

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The Guardian Angel (Freak Fortress story)

Ship: self-insert x tf2 Freak

Summary: Meagan followed a dangerous individual but was saved by a familiar face.

Location: Sawmill

It was a rainy day in Sawmill as Meagan watched the gloomy skies. "I love gray skies like this." She said, her mentor groaning, "Well, oi bloody don't!!" CBS said loudly. "You ain't scared of a little bit of water, are ya maggot?" Painis asked jokingly. CBS glared at the cannibal soldier. "No, oi just don't loike it." CBS answered. Meagan giggles, but then she sees another soldier wandering around. She sees that the two freaks were arguing and leaves to go investigate who this soldier was.

Meagan searches for the soldier and eventually finds him. "Excuse me, but I thought everyone was having a cease-fire day today?" She asked him. The soldier said nothing, taking out a katana, looking at the goth with murderous intentions. Knowing that she didn't bring any weapons, she ran off to get CBS and PC. However, the soldier was right in front of her path as soon as she turned around. "Don't resist. Join us, and you will be spared." He said as a faceless being appeared behind him. Meagan backed up and tried to run, but the soldier grabbed her arm. "HELP!!!" Meagan yelled. As soon as she said that, a familiar voice said,"Bankai!!" as the soldier and faceless being were launched by a blast of air, causing the soldier to let go of Meagan. She looks at where the direction of the air blasts and sees Reaper of the Demon Slayers. "Run sheila, I'll take care of these wankers!!!" He said, Meagan ran to the direction of her friends.

Meagan made it back to see CBS, who ran toward her and held her in a hug. "Oh, thank bloody God, you're ok." He said as he let's go."Why'd you go walking about without us knowing?" He asked, "I saw a soldier and got curious. It turns out it wasn't a normal soldier." She answered."How'd you get away from him?" Painis asked, "Reaper saved me." She said, "The captain of the Demon Slayers?" CBS asked in surprise. And as if on cue, the said Demon Slayer appeared to them in a tired state. Meagan ran to his aid as he collapsed. "Reaper!! Are you ok?" She asked. "Oi'm fine. It's just that Oi'm low on energy." He said,"It seems you've been injured too, mate." CBS said. Meagan then used her healing power on Reaper. His injuries disappeared in seconds. "Thanks, sheila." He said as she helped him up. "How'd you know I was in danger?" She asked, "Well, to be honest, oi was watching over you, making sure you were safe." He said,"Sheesh, stalker much, mate?" CBS said, chuckling. "Oi wasn't stalking her, wanker." Reaper said "I was told to watch and protect her by Erzengel's word." He explained, "Why does he want you to keep me safe, Reaper?" Meagan asked. "Cuz you became a target on Nightmare Medic's hit-list." He answered, "That demon sees you as a threat, Erzengel gave me this task, and oi accept." He said. Meagan smiled. "So you've become my guardian angel?" She asked."Yeah, oi guess you can say that." He said, CBS gagged, "If you two are going to get cozy with each other, don't expect me to hear it!!!"He yelled. Meagan is trying not to laugh and hugs the spiritual Sniper who seems confused. "Wait, what do you mean by cozy?" He asked. Meagan whispered something to Reaper, making him blush. "WHOA, MATE!!! I don't know how that's going to work out." He said, embarrassed. CBS and PC laughed uncontrollably.

Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched from the faceless being and his servant. Behind them was Nightmare Medic, who laughed. "Prepare for your demise, Ms. Walker." He said as he and his new allies vanished.

The End?

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trying2cope · 4 months ago

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My ex husband had reported me.

I realized after I published the last post you're going to need some context. I hadn't wanted to give it because this is the story of Master, not my ex husband, but it's necessary to understand the situation and to understand the state of my kids and myself.

My ex husband was abusive. Mainly mentally, verbally, and emotionally, but he also put his hands on me. One time, just a few months before we left he threw me down on the bed and slapped and slapped me... in front of both of our children.

My daughter was still having nightmares.

It was an international marriage and I'd moved to his country. So I was totally isolated, no family for literally thousands of miles. I had a few friends I'd made in my new home country but he was financially abusive too so I had no money to even call a cab to get to them. I did not have a car. When he demanded the divorce and I let my local best friend in on what had been happening she'd pressed the equivalent of $100 into my hand and said "hide it from him, so he doesn't know and you can use it to get away if you need to"... But a few weeks later it went missing. I thought he'd found it and stolen it. I found my wallet, which is where I'd put it, in the trash and had cried.

My parents were terrified. They and other loved ones back in my home country urged me to leave everything but the kids and our passports and get to the airport anyway we could and fly home. I did technically have credit cards in my name, though I didn't physically have them in my possession I could get the numbers and buy tickets online.

But I had been a SAHM or wife for ten years. I had no work history, no money, no assets. And he was promising if I went along with his plans and cooperated he would buy the plane tickets, let me take most of my belongings in suitcases and give me money to set up a new home in my home country. We owned a home there and it would be all mine. We had bought it only a few months before I had found out about his affair. We had talked about all moving there together. We had at around the same time purchased his parents a condo in his country. The way I saw it he got one to keep the condo and I got the house and it was basically even. They cost within $5k of each other, so it was basically an equal division of assets. That seemed fair.

I also had pets. We had two cats and a dog. The dog, poor puppy, I needed to find a home for-- my ex had kicked and hit the poor thing even as I pleaded for him to stop. "He needs to know who is Alpha," my ex had growled, a feral light in his eyes.

"No," I, who had had many dogs in my life, "it will only make him vicious!" But he ignored me and of course I was right. He had grown vicious, confused and feeling unsafe. He would switch back and forth between being a very sweet and loving dog to biting with very little warning. My poor toddler got bitten the most and my ex wanted to drive him out into some random neighborhood and dump him.

"He'll calm down if we'd neuter him," I pleaded. I hoped if he was neutered he'd be calm enough to train enough he'd not be dangerous to re-home and he'd have a chance at a good life elsewhere. But my ex didn't want to "waste" the money. Meanwhile he upgraded his PC and bought a VR headset and a Nintendo Switch.

When he insisted on the divorce, I insisted weeuter the dog to re-home him and he finally did it. I asked a dog lover in our apartment complex for help and we had to get him into his crate and he snarled and growled at the strangers who we hired to help transport him to the vet. It was so heartbreaking. But he came back neutered... But it was not a miracle cure and I was despairing we may have to put him down.

But then the same dog lover who I'd asked for help messaged me and said she knew a dog trainer she'd talked to and he'd be willing to take our dog on and rehabilitate him. It was a godsend. He came and met him and he could handle him. He talked to us and I was surprised my ex confessed to his abuse of the dog during his puppyhood. The man was non judgemental and patient and basically told my ex to do better now that he knew better and he took the pup. We, the kids and I, got to meet him a few more times before we moved. They were so heartbroken to see him go but it was a comfort to us all he had a chance now at a better life. And it was a help to me that when I had checked the pet travel law back to my home country, they weren't accepting dogs at that time. But they were accepting cats, with the appropriate paperwork.

I bought cat crates and arranged to get up to date shots and paperwork proving it for the cats, with my ex's help. The cats needed two rounds of shots. But after the first round, my male cat ran out the front door one day. This was a pain in the butt, but wasn't abnormal. We were in the midst of packing and cleaning and my ex had repairmen in the apartment fixing things. He was now living with his parents, whereas the kids and I were in the skeleton of our old apartment as furniture was being sold out from under us. I slept on a twin mattress on the bottom bunk of my kids' bunk bed. Theoretically they were supposed to be sharing the top bunk, but most nights my youngest climbed in with me so I woke up with aches and pains from crowding every morning. My bed was gone.So in this chaos, the cat slipped out. And never came back.

He'd always come back. He was an indoor cat but he darted out all the time. He'd always come back before. And I'd go out after him but... I was sick. Very sick. Bedridden sick, as were the kids, suddenly. So I was laying in bed, feverish, worrying about our cat.

Several days later when I was like 70% recovered, enough to stumble around, I went out and looked for him, but couldn't find him. Some neighbors claimed to have spotted him but it was a wild goose chase. We actively looked for 2-3 weeks, and then passively looked, posting on social media and spreading word of a reward. But he was never found. He was 9 years old and I'd had him and his sister since they were two months old. They'd both been there my entire kids' lives.

So with their parents marriage breaking up, leaving the country they were born in, leaving their dad and grandparents behind, saying goodbye to their dog and "leaving" one of their cats, I was NOT going to leave the other cat, period. It was too much loss. So while my ex was being unreasonable and kept moving the bar, cancelling plane tickets last minute on me, I persisted because I knew I needed to cooperate to get anything.

FPlus leaving with the kids without his cooperation would have technically been international kidnapping. I'd called my embassy and asked. They basically said his country wouldn't really care but international law did and my home country recognized international law so while no one would have stopped us from leaving if he'd gotten a lawyer he could possibly have gotten them taken away from me when I was in my home country... But not if I left with his blessing.

So I played along. Even though it was hard. He made me lie to the courts. We were supposed to be separated a year before filing for divorce and we were only separated for 5 months-- and maybe not technically at all, since my ex was paying for the rent at our apartment still. My lawyer said technically I should have been financially independent for a year first. But they also shrugged and said as long as neither I or my ex made a fuss no one else would. Ab

I am a religious woman and this bothered me. I talked to my pastor's wife and told her my qualms about lying. But ultimately I felt the risk of losing my kids through his anger if I waited longer was too much. That is, if I'd insisted on staying in his country until a year had actually gone by, he'd have taken vengeance, I knew it, that was his character. And right now he was letting me take the kids without any fight, but that might not stay true. Especially since it was clear his parents thought he was crazy to do so; now I know his girlfriend's urging to divorce as quickly as possible was behind his irrational behavior but at that point I was clueless and scared. I just knew if I cooperated he was promising me a lot and if I fought he'd get nasty. So I cooperated. Even when my pastor's wife called me back and told me she'd talked her husband and they'd find me somewhere safe to live with the kids if I was still refusing to lie. I felt so bad telling her I'd already signed the papers and it was in motion.

When we went to the airport my ex was his old self. Emotional, sweet. He was crying, not just saying goodbye to the kids but hugging me goodbye too. He handed me one of his credit cards, telling me to use it to feed the kids in the airports on the way over, he'd cancel it after we arrived. He paid the luggage and pet fees. He was sweet and kind and my heart bled with pain, seeing in him the sweet young man I'd married. Maybe he'd realize what he was losing. Maybe he was thinking about how we'd embraced in this airport ten years prior when I'd arrived. Maybe he would rethink everything and we'd go to counseling and save this marriage. Maybe he really did still love me as I loved him, despite his flaws. Maybe. Maybe.

We flew and changed planes and flew. My cat was very good, sitting in her crate under the seat ahead of me. My kids were less well behaved and I even had a flight attendant scold me when they'd snuck out of their seats and ran around while I was falling asleep. But finally we got to my home country and my parents embraced me. Later they told me they'd been afraid my ex would kill me and been living in terror for weeks.

I was a shell of a person. I was on 8 medications, very mentally ill. I had no real plan of how the hell I was going to do this single parenting thing.

My family helped me set up the house, driving around getting used furniture and basic appliances. I had the first lump sum of two that were my alimony. This first lump sum was going to be used to set up the home. Pots and pans and flatware and dishes and sheets and beds and a couch. Broom and mop and sponges, disinfectants and trash bags and cans. And all the other myriads of things we needed. Winter clothes because it got much, much colder here than in my ex's home country. When we first arrived at the house, there was no toilet in the bathroom. It was sitting in the middle of one of the bedrooms instead.

I cried.

We got a hotel room and in the morning when we went back it turns out that it was just a matter of getting a wax seal and reinstalling the toilet. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had semed the night before. But it hadn't been inhabited in months and was dusty and dirty. We tried to clean it but at the same time had to move in furniture and appliances and basically weren't able to give it a proper cleaning.

My parents stayed with me for a few weeks, but then they left with much hugging and crying. While I was back in my home country, the house my ex and I had purchased wasn't near my parents at all (because we couldn't afford a place near them). This hadn't seemed like a big deal when we were talking about moving here as a nuclear family, but now that it was just me being so far away from them was going to be hard, even if technically I was so much closer. Maybe especially because of that.

A month or so go by. My ex is still messaging me all the time. I am scared when he does, on edge. Now I look back and he was still controlling me. I realized though as I got distance I couldn't go back to him. It really was over. But he was trying to be friendly and I saw a possible future where we were healthy co-parents. I made a not really joke joke about I just hoped he'd never marry the woman he'd cheated because she'd been a psycho. He got mad.

A month or so later he lost the friendly mask and attacked me and basically said he was going to take custody in the future.

That's around when his ex friend showed up and told me that he'd never stopped cheating and the whole forcing me into a rush divorce was her idea. And it all made sense.

When I first asked for the child support our divorce agreement entitled me to he refused. When I pressed he sent me an itemized list of all the "expenses" he'd paid for me-- the repairmen in the apartment, the luggage and pet fees, even the meals we'd eaten on that credit card at the airport. According to him he didn't owe me a dime of child support for the next three months.

What recourse did I have? I disputed the repairmen, since he would have had to have paid them regardless of me, but he didn't budge. Eventually he did start paying child support and I was trying to work from home so I didn't have to pay for child care.

Around the time finalization of the divorce approached, I was starting to build confidence. I could do this. I could provide for my family and be a single mom. My parents were going to give me their old car and soon we'd be thriving.

And then we finalized the divorce.

And he stopped paying child support.

And I got a bad rating at work. I was working customer facing and they'd get anonymous surveys after talking to me and apparently I must have had some bad days because when my first rating came in after a few months of working I had a 4.5 out of 5. Which doesn't sound bad except I'd heard my coworkers bemoaning having a 4.8 and how would they survive? Because availability of hours and work was dependent on ratings. Suddenly I was facing a much lower paycheck because I just wasn't being given the hours.

And that's when I sunk into the depression that caused the house to be such a mess. It did not help that I'd run out of the medication I'd brought with me from his country and I was too frail to even think about trying to scale the mammoth task that was trying to find a new doctor and get new prescriptions. I was wise enough to wean off the meds as they ran out, breaking tablets in half or switching to every other day instead of daily as I neared the end of the multi month supply I'd brought with me.

I also got Covid for a few weeks there, along with the kids, just for extra few weeks of bedridden fun.

We were living on the second alimony lump sum. Which I had planned to instead spend on some sort of certification for a new better job and the deep cleaning we desperately needed and had never gotten. Instead, it paid our bills while I struggled with my brain chemistry.

I told my parents not to give me the car because I couldn't afford the insurance.

And that's the depression I was starting to crawl out of when I met Master. I had been feeling slightly better for maybe three weeks before he stood in my house and looked around and said we could fix this.

And he breathed life into me. He gave me hope for a future. I was energized enough to work on getting on a more regular schedule so I could try to improve my score at work. I cleaned up a little, but then had those three busy days...

When CPS showed up on the porch.

Because my abusive ex husband, who knew when I wasn't doing well the house got messy, had called them.

#adhd #tw abuse #abusive relationship #d/s relationship #financial abuse #animal abuse #depression

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eclecticrecap · 9 months ago

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Unfortunately, I think the right of passage of my life is to just accept the fact I will constantly be stuck in horrible decisions to choose from, such as:

My grandmother's house, a small home, only three bedrooms, one my father used (he snores too much that my mother cannot stand to sleep next to him) before he later could live inside the service/wifi forsaken home in the countryside to flourish and replenish a sense of humanity unlike his grubby handed children, whilst working for a pharmacy chain. The other room, was used by my mother, my brother having to sleep in that room because the second guest bed was just so small and my brother was afraid to sleep alone don't you DARE bully him (He won't technically see it but idk it wouldnt sit well on my conscious) And me? Well usually I'd share the master bed with my grandmother up until fated 2020 when I picked up the permanent curse of floor sleeping, you think I would be capable at that time of touching the second floor, even? Let alone a bed? Whilst the OCD brain termites had forsaken my bodily autonomy? I had free will, and permission to sleep on the floor.

But here's another problem, my grandmother's house doesn't particularly have a workspace friendly spot besides her own things, not many easy places to put my drawing tablet and pc without having to uncomfortably sit, so all I really had was the dining room's sewing table, I don't know why the sewing table was so desk-able and serving cunt with that tablecloth ontop of it, (during 2020 I got glitter stuck on it and then one tiny blot of ink.....whoops) BUT NOT ONLY THAT ITS RIGHT NEXT TO THE FUCKING KITCHEN, so I kinda had to settle for just not having a good place to be in Discord voice calls, for a 16yo chronically online during covid time that is a personal nightmare.

And let me tell you it would make me scratch my skin in anxiety and frustration when one day I had been on my pc and smelled the MOST DISGUSTING FUCKING STENCH OF A COUNTERTOP POLISH EVER HOLY SHIT I WENT INTO A SPIRAL OF ANXIETY, I DIDN"T KNOW WHAT TO DO, WHERE TO GO, THE BRAIN TERMITES FORBID ME THE STAIRS, FORBID ME TO SIT AMONGST THE CHAIRS AND COUCHES OF THE LIVING ROOM, HELL, EVEN THE FUCKING BACKYARD.

So I strong-armed through it, she was polishing her countertop for at least 30 minutes, not sure why it took 30 minutes, I arguably was already anxious to be there because she constantly would accuse me of scratching her stove when there wasn't anything noticeable on her stove, one time I placed a knife on there for 5 seconds to get something and the blade didnt even touch the stove and she started getting real mad and said "It's nothing like how it used to look" or something like that when THERE WAS BARELY ANY VISIBLE SCRATCHES ON THIS STOVETOP, I WAS SENT INTO A PANIC I COULDN"T EVNENNb FUCKOJGHN OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GFOOOOOODDDD

Now, you know how I had dyed my hair a bit during this year? Well when I said I fully bleached my hair, I didn't mention the fact the lower layer of my full head of hair, was dyed red, now, remember the mention of my OCD preventing me from properly showering? Because the brain termites told me using the showers would result in terrible things happening to me? (I genuinely don't know how the fuck I didn't stink if I recall there were some moments I ended up sponge bathing in one of the bathrooms because there's no damn way, it was SUMMER in arizona.)

Well, that resulted in me not spending time to wash my hair, and if you ever dyed your hair (respectively, look at you, I highly doubt theres someone reading this who hasn't, I don't mind being proven wrong.) well, red hair, is messy, and the red dye SOMEHOW WAS TURNING MY SHIRT'S TAG PINK???????? AND WHENEVER I SCRATCFHED MY CRUSTY ASS SCALP, PINK WOULD BECOME MY FINGERTIPS, UNDERNEATH MY NAILS. AND I GUESS BY TOUCHING THE COUNTERTOP...THE FUCKING COUNTERTOP OR ANYTHING I FUCKING TOUCHED TURNED FUCKING PINK???????????????????????????

So you can imagine later in october, when I dyed it dark blue, I would probably run into this same problem, I wanted to wash it in the kitchen sink, since my family often uses sinks to wash hair because WE ARE FREAKS I DONT CARE WHAT IM TOLD I GET IT ITS WEIRD. But I wanted to wait until i could have assistance for it, I believe it was because I didn't know what shampoo to use, and alot of the times I just, crusty teen shit I sucked at washing my own hair.

But my grandmother randomly started thinking I was going to shower, however, I didn't say I was going to shower, now maybe its because I was afraid to use the shower, but even then I was still sponge-bathing to at least keep some form of hygiene, but I had a feeling it was more because of my hair because she didn't give a shit if I was in public spaces, and for her, the person who will openly tell you if she thinks you look too uggo for idk.. a walmart? And I previously was obviously discussing the hair dye transfer problem, so I had decided beforehand to just, wash my hair in the sink, like weird family tradition.

Now this was I believe the day after I dyed it blue, I had to leave the house, and we were supposed to leave the house soon. But suddenly she tells me she would not take me to the store unless my hair was washed, so I was a little anxious, because the brain termites were telling me showers were bad, but I felt like explaining it would make me get laughed at, despite how real those intrusive thoughts feel to someone with OCD, and I didn't predict us being stuck at this house for well... the entire year. It was normal for us to wash hair in the kitchen sink, it's metal, it's been done for years, but she didn't want to wait until I had help with washing my hair in said sink so that was arguably not fun. Thank fuck I'm medicated??????? idk

At least nothing in her house turned blue.

#granny i beg you im siirtyy #BLUE HAIR AND PRONOUNS>??

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todayimgonnaplay · 11 months ago

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Today I'm Gonna Play: Red Dead Redemption 2

To be honest, I'm a GTA fan (yes I'm also excited for 6). I had 0 intention of ever playing the Red Dead series as I'm not into the Wild West, but I copped it on a whim a few years ago. Did this game change my mind about the setting? Let's find out. Spoiler: It kind of did.

This game is massive. Like REALLY massive. Both in the game world, mechanics and even the storage space. There's so much to do that you could either get excited by it all and want to try everything out, or get overwhelmed. I initially felt the former and then the latter after the novelty wore out, which made me focus on story mode after the first 10 hours of my playthrough or so. I also went on and off with this game due to performance issues but got it fixed down the lane. But anyways, this world is definitely a lot more alive than I expected. The biggest feature that got me was that you could interact with NPCs. Greet them, antagonize them, defuse the situation or rile it up even more.. I can't think of any other game that does that. And what surprised me even more were the random events. I enjoyed doing them in GTA V since a couple of the dialogue were just absolutely nuts, but RDR 2 takes it up a notch in a different way. Your actions ACTUALLY have consequences. I've had NPCs remember me for saving them, or see their life turned around (didn't experiment with being a jerk to them) which made them feel like real people. I've been in situations where it was too late to get to them, and all I was left with was a brutal, grim silence and a sense of mourning. I still remember when I was crossing by a mountain during the night, and came across a man being attacked by a wolf from afar. He was screaming in a foreign language (assuming Spanish), and I tried to aim at the wolf, but I was too late. That moment has been haunting me since then. Another great aspect is probably the elephant in the room, the story. Admittedly with my lack of interest in this kind of setting, I wasn't too hooked in the beginning. Didn't care much about the characters or even the protagonist. I'm so happy to say I was proven wrong by the second half when everything started to pick up. I don't think I've seen a better protagonist than Arthur Morgan, nor did I realize the significance of his journey and how much of an impact he can make around him based on what you do. Rockstar somehow managed to create an anti-hero so ruthless (in terms of what he does) yet so emotional. He's a great example of being imperfect, but yet tries to be better with any means possible. Arthur is one of those protagonists that I would remember for a long time, like a friend. However, I do have some nitpicks about the game. As detailed and impressive this game is, it does have some complex controls. For PC players, playing this on keyboard would be an absolute nightmare with the amount of actions in this game (but if you do play this on keyboard comfortably, hats off to you!). It seems like a game that's better designed for controllers. Even apart from multiple controls, there were times where the controls themselves were a little rough. Many times I've accidentally knocked over someone simply because the game couldn't stop me in time, or I take about 5 seconds to try to do something specific with my horse because I'm not lined up properly to trigger the action. It's a bit of a weird downgrade from previous Rockstar games.

And although this game enourages you to take it slow, there were times where I just really wanted to get to my destination asap. As much as the game is beautiful, it does give a bit of a sensory overload at times. In cases like this you would normally use fast travel, but this is only restricted to travelling from your camp (which is your base). So if you're in the middle of nowhere and far from your camp, good luck.

Nevertheless, this was the type of game that had me thinking a lot after playing. I also admittedly cried for an entire week, and no game or piece of media in general has made me cry for that long. I think it's worth trying it out even if cowboys or that particular time period are not your thing. You might end up liking it, or not. And they're both okay.

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#youtube #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #game analysis #game reviews #rockstar games #gaming

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Hi! Searching for ideas (I'm writing a one shot myself about it and since it's my first time I don't know...how...to do things lol) I stumbled upon your post about the one shot on Rise of The Guardians, how did it go?

Hello! That's amazing, I hope you have lots of fun with your one shot!

I'm going to write under a cut, for spoilers and because I'm not sure how long this will be:

Story wise, I wound up killing most of the characters of the franchise, except for Pitch, and using mostly the setting of a world inhabited and protected by spirits and mythical creatures. So I used some concepts from the movie and books, from settings to... I don't know if I can call them species?, from that universe

In my story, I had to get rid of the Guardians so that so I could make my players into Guardians themselves, assigned in a last bid from The Man In The Moon to protect Earth from the rising thread of a corrupted Lunar Lama, and made for them some special tricks to use a couple times inspired by what they would be guarding. Also, to keep the feeling that they were pushed into that role without input from them, like Jack Frost, I was the one who assigned what they'd protect, based on the characters' personality and backstory

For encounters, I homebrewed the Nightmares (more reliant on strenght) and the Fearlings (equipped with some magic like arms of hadar) from the rotg universe for them to fight

Since it's an one shot, the path from the beggining to the end of the story was pretty linear, with a straightfoward story. What could vary, and help the players make choices that impact the story, was what paths they could take to go from point A to point B, each with different monsters for them to find, and used luck saves to determine how many they'd face

That's where I had some troubles with my own one shot, since they were very high level characters (I let them make level 18 PCs since it was an one shot and they'd face a character that would have been training for thousands of years to take on the universe), and I found it hard to balance the difficulty of the encounters. It also didn't help that they had pretty bad dice throws, and usually wound up fighting the most amount of nightmares/fearlings I had set for them. So I'd suggest keeping the encounters only a couple levels above the player's, with about 100 life points more than the PCs, except for the BBEG, who I made 5 levels above them (with extra magic uses) and about 1000 life points more than them (which might have been too much lol)

With that in mind, give them some rest time in the story só they can restore their magic slots and life points so they're not drained too much when they reach the BBEG. In my story, since they had to reach the moon to fight the Lunar Lama, I had them take a short rest on the trip (followed by another encounter), and had them find healing water in the palace that restored them all to full health and slots

I also had them complete a puzzle to get the ship to start for them, to vary a bot the sort of obstacle faced

All in all, the story had 3 little "arcs" with one or two encounters each:

Forest Arc - they had to cross the forest to reach the ship, having to choose to go left or right on a path bifurcation, fighting 1-5 fearlings or nightmares depending on what way they chose; then they had to start up the ship with a password obtained from solving a puzzle

Space Arc - they had a short rest on the trip to the moon, and had to choose whether to plough through an meteor chain created by the Lunar Lama to protect his claim on the moon (constitution svae), go over it (fight 1-5 fearlings), or go under it (fight 1-5 nightmares)

Palace Arc - they had to solve a riddle to enter the Moon Palace, and fight a mind controlled Pitch to reach the BBEG, who could give them full restoration health potions if freed/spared, or rhey cluld find those on him of they killed him and searched his body; and finally fight the BBEG

And I think this is what I had! What worked for me was create a story with a clear path to take, and try to fill it with choice possibilities and challenges for the players. It wound up lasting about 8h, and we divided it in two days, partly because we had some serious issues with just... not being able to hit anybody with the dice throws lol

I hope my ramblings helped, since I don't usually DM and went mostly by what felt right when making this one shot. But feel free to ask more questions or clarifications about the story or anything else, I'll be glad to help 🩷

#ramblings #ttrpg #dnd #my dming adventures #rotg one shot

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so-very-small · 2 years ago

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so this is the first meeting between Clover and Steve, aka my con-woman borrower OC and the poor guy she drags along for the ride. there's a little less g/t than I'd like so I might come back to this and amp up the fearplay, but even if I don't I'm definitely writing more of them and we'll get to that good good g/t soon!

special thanks to @cocoa-buttered for commissioning me to write this! being commissioned to write my own oc's got me feeling like a true author :')

enjoy y'all!

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Clover shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable place to rest. This is not the dollhouse, and this is not the inside of the walls. Blue eyes crack open, finding a sea of soft foam surrounding her, eventually folding up into monoliths of walls on either side. It takes a second for her sleepy mind to recognize the form of the massive armchair in her office waiting room.

Despite the serenading voice in the back of her head demanding she sleep further, Clover sits up and stretches, rolling the aches from the night out of her limbs. She'd definitely fallen asleep at work again - these human cell phones were harder to figure out than she expected, not to mention telling others about her business on "social media" was a nightmare.

Coffee is the next thing. It takes a minute or two to be able to shift sizes after waking up, half the time the burst of energy it took would put her right back to sleep.Therefore, caffeine. She stands, feet wobbling on the uneven surface of the cushion, pressing a hand to her lower back to work out the kinks. Refusing to admit she's aging does not get rid of the joint pain. It takes time to cross the cushion, before arriving at a stray thread hanging from it, dropping down to the floor. The simple action of climbing down said rope helps her wake up a bit.

Coffee time.

(The greatest human invention.)

The door to the waiting room swings open.

Clover's head whips to the door, her neck cranked back at an uncomfortable angle as she takes in the figure darkening her doorway. He stands tall, bony shoulders filling the frame, looking out of place in a suit that hadn't seen use in years.

"Fuck," Clover says, to herself. "Shit."

(And that is why we remember to lock the door at night.)

"Hello?" the man speaks tentatively, stepping into the room and letting the door fall shut behind him. He glances around, taking in the sparse waiting room, filled with half unpacked boxes.

It takes a second for his eyes to land on Clover.

Something in his gaze pins her to the spot, despite his brown eyes blowing wide and a mix of shock and surprise taking a monopoly on his face. He stares down at her, lips parting slightly in an exhale, taking the most hesitant step further.

Clover's eyes rake over his figure.

(His suit's ill fitting, cheap - probably a repurposed prom tux. Hair was fixed at one point, but long been messed by the wind, and despite the attempt of a shave his cheeks still show stubble. One of his hands trembles, grasped around a flier, and he swallows thickly.)

(He's nervous. He's inexperienced. One glance at the man was all Clover needed to tell that he didn't have a single shred of tenacity.)

(And as one does, Clover takes advantage.)

She shrieks.

It's an unholy noise, aided by the raspiness of sleep. It shreds through the quiet air in the waiting room, and the man flies, pressing himself back up against the door as a yelp of his own leaves his lips.

(Alright, plan in motion.)

It takes just a second for Clover to sprint behind the armchair, dodging dust bunnies and weaving behind boxes until she makes it to the door of her office. She doesn't glance back, but she knows the eyes of the man are still on the armchair, and as she slides under the crack of the back door she knows she's home free.

The office is dimly lit, nothing but a desk and an not set up PC. She pays them no mind, focusing her energy on shifting into a larger size. It's never comfortable - it hurts, but soon enough she's standing in the dark at a proud 5'4. She takes a second to soothe her rumpled suit, spins on her heel, and barges out of the office and into the waiting room.

"You!" She snaps, the second she steps out and sees the man still pressed against the door, "You heard the scream, yes?"

The man's wide eyes shift to her, still trembling in his scuffed dress shoes. His mouth moves, but no words come out, and he points vaguely towards the armchair.

Clover marches up to him, placing her hands on her hips.

"What's your name, kid?"

"S-steve."

"Hi, Steve. Tell me what you saw."

"There was a tiny p-person-"

"Blue hair, white shirt?"

(She has pink hair, and her clothes are dark.)

(But Steve was stressed and throwing a misdirect might work.)

"Uh, y-yeah, that's what she looked like."

(It worked.)

"I know, Steve," Clover says. She lets out a carefully timed sigh, and pinches the bridge of her nose. "That was a ghost. A spirit. It's haunting this building, and you are very, very lucky to be alive, Steve."

Steve's eyes widen, flicking back to the chair.

"Spirits aren't what you think," she continues. Clover turns to the armchair, one hand coming up to wave in a dramatic gesture. "They're everywhere, and some can be awfully dangerous, but you are in luck."

Clover closes her eyes, tucks back a lock of pink hair for good measure. One hand raises, hovering outstretched towards the armchair, and she clears her throat.

The words that come out of her mouth mean nothing, but sound convincing. Pure gibberish, spoken with the conviction of a preacher at a pulpit. She lets her theatrics take hold, some of the words rising into the lilt of the song, others shouted dramatically.

The other hand, that Steve cannot see, slips into a pocket, and pushes the button to turn the LED lights in the room a vibrant red.

Steve screams.

Clover attempts to stifle her laugh, and raises her voice back up into a shout.

"Begone, specter!"

(And then she taps the button to make the lights return to normal.)

(The LEDs were a great investment.)

"I can feel her spirit leaving," Clover says, after a moment. She lets out an exhale, letting her shoulders slump as if all her energy was drained. She turns back to Steve, still cowering in the corner, and quirks up an eyebrow.

"Why are you here?" she asks, bluntly.

Steve, eyes still locked on the armchair as if the furniture itself would come alive and attack him, shakily raises the flier in his hands. Clover steps forward, taking it from him, recognizing it as her own job listing she had posted around. Admittedly, advertising a job with printer paper on random fences had been a long shot, but evidently it had worked out. She decides it’s the glitter gel pen that did it.

Clover glances back up to the man. She almost has to tilt her head back to meet him in the eye, but his trembling and the anxious look on his face makes him anything but threatening. He doesn't even seem concerned about the job anymore, mind still on tiny spirits, but the gears in Clover's mind continue to turn.

"You're hired!"

Steve looks down at her like she just doomed him.

"What? Look, I didn't- I mean-," He stops himself, before running a hand through his already agitated hair. "I didn't know there were ghosts involved!"

"Pssh," Clover huffs, frowning at him. "Steve, hon, I'm the strongest psychic you will ever meet. Honestly, you're a lot safer around me than you are with ghosts alone. You'll be fine, it's nothing. You'll start Monday, we'll work out the details then."

Steve stares at her.

"It is Monday."

"Perfect! You can start now, then," Clover says. She turns, moving back to her office, pulling her phone out of her pocket in the same motion. Maybe later he could explain Twitter to her, but right now those boxes needed to be unpacked. "Steve, unpack the boxes."

Steve, still standing in the doorway, watches as his pink haired boss(?) accidentally deletes the Twitter app off of her phone. He thinks for a very, very long moment, he sighs, and then Steve goes to unpack the boxes.

#g/t #giant tiny #clover is the definition of gatekeep gaslight girlboss #she's kinda A Lot to steve rn but dw she gets better #my writing

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angrelysimpping · 3 years ago

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When PC was in a coma i just know Leighton had try to take advantages of Robin before, Robin is willing to listen to Leighton's demands since he knew he's powerless now but i feel like he tried beating up the headmaster when he accidently stumble on numerous pictures/videos of PC that was taken by Leighton when he was breaking into Leighton's office.

The only reason Robin isn't in jail for almost murdering his own headmaster is because of Bailey covering it up.

Leighton guides Robin into his office under the pretense of offering his condolences. Leighton brings up how he knows money is tight for Robin, how the caretaker demands payments of increasing value each week. That's an awful burden to shoulder, does he need any help making ends meet? He's something of an armature photographer, he wouldn't mind paying Robin for some modeling.

Starts out slow and almost innocent. Just a few shots, nothing lewd. Then Leighton starts asking for Robin to undress a little more. Just a little! The poses are still perfectly wholesome. Until they're not. But Robin's still fully clothed! It's just modeling, just business.

Then, Leighton offers more for Robin to strip.

Robin ignores the way the headmaster stares at him, at the growing bulge in his trousers, at the way he breathes heavy as he strokes Robin's hair. It's for you. He's doing this for you.

He propositions the headmaster, earns a bit more money and a limp that lasts the rest of the day.

It becomes almost normal. Robin wakes up, goes to school, let's his headmaster fuck him for a few pounds, goes about his day shifting uncomfortably in his lessons, visits you after school for an hour, then goes back to the orphanage to do whatever the caretaker wants him to. Paperwork, usually. The occasional "errand" that used to give Robin nightmares. If he was lucky, that was it.

It could have gone on like that indefinitely, if Robin hadn't found the files. There were three of them. 'D' had a student Robin had never seen before, but the poses. Robin knew those poses. 'R' was him, photo after photo of him. Cum on his face, mouth open, tongue sticking out. Split open on Leighton's cock, tears rolling down his cheeks because the headmaster had decided he'd been a bad boy and didn't deserve lube. Bent over the headmaster's desk, ass red, cheeks spread to show the cum leaking from his hole.

Then the last file. He knew the second he saw the first letter of your name that it would be pictures of you. Robin's never wished more he was wrong. There weren't even just photos, but videos too. Videos from the VIP rooms of the Brothel. Of you screaming.

Robin doesn't remember attacking Leighton. He only really remembers Bailey dragging him out of the police station, growling about how much a cover up was going to cost and that Robin was going to pay. That's fine. Robin would gladly pay any price if it ment he could protect you.

#tw noncon #leighton the headteacher #future corrupt robin #fuct robin

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taintedsoul-if · 2 years ago

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well it's not like i am homophobic or something.if they can't control who to love than i can't control if i feel weird about that.(nothing against them.they are free to do whatever they want.)i just want to say that we don't have choice in start to select if mc is married to camdus or not.it's weird for me if he is after me.sorry if anyone felt bad because of my words. specially sorry to author. it's your wip and it's your choice how you want to write it.

your story is awesome by the way.😉

Anon you used the vomiting emoji. And you said you didn't want to be gay.

Anyways that is something that happened yesterday. Today is a new brand day. I clearly misunderstand you so I do apologize for that.

I do respect your choices and I understand. And that is why I said that most will be steered from this if. I hope to finish this if and get myself published under hosted games label. Being stuck on one single prologue will not do any good for me. It will only drag me down. At this time my story is in the first phase. Which is the rough draft.

I am not good with words. Nor do I believe that every solution to an argument is to get into an heated discussion. I tend to get emotional at times. Coding is mentally draining. Just when you think you know something, there comes another problem to smack you in the face. Anon let's just let sleeping dogs lie. If you're still uncomfortable then there's really nothing I can do about it.

Nyala/Nyssa, Trista/Trysten romance is already stressing me out. It is hard enough to write a romance route for one RO. Imagine writing it for four. For me everything plays a big part in my story. If I say there's going to be romance there's going to be romance. I won't have my characters cuddling up with each other at the ending of my if, whispering words of love. Readers won't even know how they ended up there in the first place. My plate is extremely full. Writing a completely different route would just be me forcing words out of myself that does not exists.

Cadmus has his reasons as to why he's bonded to the pc. In the prologue he destroyed a country because the pc was killed in such a gruesome way. In the beginning of chapter one. I do admit that he kissed the pc. But at the same time there was another choice where you as the reader could evade that kiss. The reader could also choose to take a nap... Which would result in them being plagued by a nightmare. Two different routes that had nothing with Cadmus forcing himself on the player character.

I do not believe in forced love and Cadmus is not that type of person. If your pc no longer has feelings for him, then he won't object to you wanting to see other people. He won't break the bond that he has with the pc, because of the promise he made to the pc years ago....

I am glad that you're enjoying the if so far. Thank you for reading.

#lets not speak of this misunderstanding anymore #lovely anon #cadmus #ask #we're all adults I do believe we can just busy the hatchet and start anew #tomorrow is going to be a long day!#I want to write the final scene for IUSOD and publish that Monday morning. I pray that I'll be three quarter done with C1 by Monday as well #the struggle is real

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bustyasianbeautiespod · 3 years ago

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Episode 2 Transcript: You Want Some White Meat?

[guitar music]

G: Hello! My name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen the show several times-

C: and I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish.

Also, we are both Asian.

G: We are both Asian.

G: So for today's episode, we will be discussing season 1 episode 2.

C: So as a foreword on today's episode and why we're not saying the title: The creature in today's episode is sacred to Algonquian culture and was thoughtlessly stolen by the writers for a fun little monster of the week episode. Traditionally, saying the name is a bad omen, so we're going to avoid that. Moreover, since the writers are not Algonquian or Native, they had no business depicting this creature or having two white characters defeat it. Later in this episode, we do make fun of the creature as it appears in Supernatural, but to be clear, this is aimed at this particular depiction as created by the writers and prosthetics team; we're not mocking the sacred spirit as it exists in Algonquian tradition.

G: So, Crystal, our first time viewer, I'm assuming you don't know much about this episode.

C: Right, yeah, I do not. So, um, before watching the episode, here are the things that I know about it. I know that Sam at some point has a nightmare that involves going to Jess's grave, and second, I know that at the end, Dean is sitting somewhere looking very cute with, like, little bloody bandages on his face and, like, a cute girl kisses him on the cheek. These are the two things I know about the episode.

G: Let's start with the episode itself. So the "Then" sequence, right. It's one minute and 30 seconds long. It's actually much longer than I expected, like, I didn't anticipate it to be so long. But they did a good job of summarizing everything basically that has happened in episode one.

C: Right. And I guess like us, they focused on the character beats rather than really anything related to the case. It was very long, but I guess for a second episode then, they probably needed to remind everyone because these were not famous characters yet.

G: Yeah, exactly. And also like, the setup of the show back in the day where it wasn't, like, bingeable, so...

C: Right, yeah. It has been a week.

G: You have to do an every week thing. You really have to recap everything.

G: We go to the "then" sequence. We start in Blackwater Ridge, Lost Creek, Colorado- wow! We hear growling in the woods, first and foremost. There's a creature growling and walking around and pacing. And then we go inside the tent. So there's a couple of kids playing with their DS's inside the tent which I find very relatable because I also was a DS kid. Were you not?

C: Not really, I think I was mostly just playing Webkinz on my PC.

G: Well, I was wondering during this time, like, because they've been there six days as was revealed later on when Tommy, uh, starts talking to his phone while recording a video for his sister. And they've- he says they've been there six days, and I was like, "Where do they charge like, their- their shit. Where did they charge it?"

C: That's a good point. They probably had like, portable chargers with them right because like-

G: Did those exist back in the day?

C: I don't know... I mean they mentioned that, what, Tommy had a satellite phone? I don't know what that means.

G: Yeah, the satellite phone is understandable.

C: Right. So like, I'm assuming they had, like, I don't know. They were probably very, like, stocked up on tech, so... So perhaps they- they had some kind of portable charger.

G: Did you recognize the guy playing the DS?

C: I did not. Was that like, a well-known actor?

G: He's from Glee. Like, he's the guy from Glee.

C: Oh, I was never a Glee kid.

G: I watched one episode of Glee, the very first episode. And I was so young and it was, like, the song sequence was about sex and I was like, okay I'm too young for this.

C: Aww.

G: So I just never watched any other episode.

C: I think baby Grey made a really good choice. From what I've heard, you dodged many a bullet.

G: Well, I didn't dodge the Supernatural bullet so... that's unfortunate.

C: That's true. And I dodged it and then went back and shot myself in the face with it on purpose.

G: One of the kids go out to pee.

C: Yep.

G: And then he gets taken by the creature.

C: Right.

G: And then we see the creature, like, creeping around the tent some more,

C: Right.

G: And then takes the second kid,

C: Yeah.

G: And then creeps around some more, and then takes the third kid. And then we get our intro screen.

C: Yeah. This scene has, you know, the very classic horror movie trope of the Black character dying first. Or I guess in this case, being taken first. And then we don't even see him in the mine later because I guess he's presumably already been eaten. And also his family isn't looking for him, and they don't need to inform his family at any point later in the show. It's "whatever, Tommy's good."

G: Literally the two kids were expendable.

C: Like their parents are, like, probably very upset right now, but I guess they do not matter.

C: Next, we go to Sam's nightmare, but we don't know yet that it's a nightmare. He's at Jess's tombstone in a cemetery carrying some flowers. We find out that her middle name is Lee, which is very trans Jess vibes, I have to say. Sam cries a bit, very- very sad boy hours. And then he kneels down to set down the flowers, and then like, a hand reaches up through the grave, grabs him, there's some scream-y sound effect, and then he wakes up. Ooh, it was a nightmare.

G: He says "I should have protected you."

C: Right, yes.

G:He says, "I should have told you the truth," which, like, really shows us that his main feeling is regret. Over the sadness, over the, like, grief, I guess, it's the regret. It's what's killing him, basically.

C: Right. And yeah, the interesting thing is that "I should have protected you, I should have told you the truth," because I know like, what we learn later about the John-Dean-Sam relationship is that John was the one who tried to, I guess protect? Sam by keeping him from the truth, while like, Dean was, you know, the little soldier boy, etc. But I guess since Sam feels betrayed by not knowing the truth, he sees protection as telling the truth. So that's fun, I guess. And yet, he doesn't tell Amelia about monsters in season eight! So what gives, Sam?

G: [laughing] You're revealing to the audience how much you know about Supernatural right now. We're supposed to have a brand!

C: I only know things from social media, but I sure consumed a lot of social media.

G: So, we wake up, and- well, Sam wakes up in the Impala to "Hot Blooded" playing in the background, which I'm assuming you don't recognize.

C: No, I don't know any of the songs of the show.

G: And then Dean asks him if he has another nightmare, and then he asks Sam if he wants to drive. Which Sam goes like, "you've never asked me that," so which was kind of funny, and then-

C: Yeah, oh, siblings.

G: And then Dean reveals basically that they dug around in Stanford for a week, so it's been a week since the fire. And they didn't find anything, so now they're going to the coordinates that John gave them, which is where they're going now.

C: I wonder what the digging around Stanford was like. Like Sam presumably still had friends there-

G: Some classes, yeah.

C: And also what, like, did he pass a professor and was like, "Sorry for skipping the interview, but my girlfriend was being dead, so you know, you get it."

G: Dean would have looked so suspicious, right?

C: I think-

G: He would be like, prime suspect number one.

C: Perhaps.

G: Because he showed up, took Sam away, and then the building burned and then, like, once they got back.

C: Right! Exactly. Because it's like, maybe Dean knew that the building was going to burn and he got Sam out, like, while he was setting the trap or whatever. Yeah. But I guess, I guess like-

G: Crack police work! [laughter]

C: [laughs] "This is Sam and this is my brother who's emotionally supporting me through this time" probably worked as a story for enough people.

C: They go to the ranger station of the Lost Creek, Colorado National Forest. They look at a few maps, they learn about the grizzly bears in the area, and then a ranger there asks them about things. Sam decides that they're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, very cute.

G: Dean says, “Recycle, man!” which is also very cute.

C: And then the ranger reveals that there's a girl named Haley who's been digging around, looking for her presumably missing brother, and they decide that they're going to take the permit that her brother filled out to go camping in the woods, and then go find her. And also, Dean seems to be interested in Haley in some way, despite only hearing one sentence about her.

G: He says, “That Haley girl is quite a pistol, huh.” Which made me so uncomfortable!

C: Yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

G: “Quite a pistol”? What a turn of phrase.

C: I mean we know that Dean's into femdom or whatever [laughter] so like, go get her, Dean.

Sam accuses Dean of trying to hook up with Haley and seems to be very into going to find their dad, and like, I don't know, very single-minded focus on the mission. And Dean asks, “Since when are you all ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ anyway?” and Sam says, “Since now.” Dun-dun-dun!

G: Actually this reminded me of when I was first watching the show, because when I watched the show the first time i had no context at all.

C: Right, like you didn't know their regular personalities.

G: Also like, I wasn't on social media. So it wasn't like I had exposure on what they're like because I just genuinely just found Supernatural on a website.

C: Awww.

G: I didn't go on Tumblr and discover it or whatever. So like, absolutely no context, right? And I was like- this was the point in time where I was like- “Oh, I'm a Dean girl,” because I thought Sam was so annoying. Like, because he's so mopey. He's like, “I'm so sad, my girlfriend just died.”

C: His girlfriend just died!

G: I know, but like, I was annoyed because, you know, I'm watching the show to have fun. And if you're being a downer, I'm like “Oh, come on, dude… I'm watching the show to have fun!”

C: Blame Eric Kripke for his need to murder Jessicas, not Sam, my good boy Sam.

G: I know. Now I'm like, I guess I am looking for something more than just enjoyment when I'm watching the show because I'm attached to the characters now. So I am less inclined to be like, “Oh Sam, what a downer,” but that was, like, what I thought at first when I was first watching the show. That Sam was a downer, and therefore, I liked him less than I liked Dean.

C: Right. And it's interesting that they're starting the show on a point where it's like, Sam's not being himself, and Dean has to keep being like, “By the way, here’s exposition on what Sam's personality usually is like, but he's not doing that right now. Everyone, remember, this is what Sam is usually like! I hope you learned something today, kids, about these characters.”

G: Anyway, we go to Haley's house. They introduced themselves, actually, as Sam and Dean. Which I was like, “oh! they don't use an alias?”

C: Yeah, they're not Freddie Mercury today.

G: They introduce themselves as rangers of the park service, and then like Haley is kind of, uh, set up as a character who's suspicious of them.

C: Yeah.

G: Like we can see instantly that she's smart, she's on her feet, she, like, knows how to navigate these things. Very, you know, like, very parental figure the way she interacts with her other siblings.

C: Yeah, she's the true eldest daughter syndrome.

G: And then, like, so Haley asks for an ID and Dean shows it, and we barely see it because it's, like, when he shows it, it's on the screen door so, like, we can't see it, which was a bummer because I wanted to see what their surname they used was and also Dean's pictures.

C: Oh the transcript says that, it says Samuel Cole on it. Which-

G: Oh. Cole.

C: But, you know, I guess it's smart that he picked one that says Samuel on it because- oh no, but he said, “I'm Dean.” He didn't say “We’re Sam and Dean,” so Haley's definitely like, “Why did you mix your name up with your brother’s? Your photo’s on this one and it says Samuel,'' but whatever.

G: And then like, Haley compliments the car before she lets them in.

C: Right, right. Because, you know, when one is terrified that your brother is dead one must flirt with Dean Winchester.

G: Dean turns around and mouths “Oh my…” at Sam. Which I was like… Come on dude! Come on!

C: Oh wait, are we continuing the Dean misogyny count? Because it was four last episode. Do we count this at all? Like I feel like “That Haley girl's a real pistol” plus this whole thing, is this like, at least half a Dean misogyny?

G: I think it counts as one.

C: All right yeah. So, yeah, so one more Dean misogyny, so we're at Dean - five.

G: So they go in, and they find out, you know, what happened, which was: Tommy was sending voice notes and emails until three days ago when it all just stopped.

C: Yeah.

G: And then Sam asks for the pictures that he sent, and Dean has an “I relate to you” moment with Haley, when Haley was like “It's just us, it's just me and my siblings. I can't- I have to make sure they're always safe,” and Dean was like, “You and I are the same.” [laughter]

C: Wow…

G: Wow!

C: Sam is also in that situation, but I guess- I guess this is a Deangirl episode so…

G: Yeah. I was just gonna say, this is a- The plot points that relate to the metaplot, to the big plot of the season are Sam-related. But the actual episode itself is Dean-heavy?

C: Yeah.

G: It really is about Dean.

C: At least Sam looks really good the whole episode, though. That was really nice of them to do.

G: Yeah but he looks so sad. He looks so mopey. And I'm not a fan. I must admit. I'm not a fan of mopey boys.

C: His little emo boy moments, with his little bangs, like, ough. What a lad.

G: Every time he does something I have to remind myself that, like, his girlfriend just died! He’s allowed to be like this.

C: He was going to marry her! Like, it's a big deal! And also, the same way his mom died like that's- that's very, very traumatic.

G: That's gotta be creepy, yeah.

C: Yeah. So now they go to a bar, and they're trying to figure out the case. Sam talks about a history of missing campers, every 23 years, like clockwork. And then he shows Dean the video of Tommy on his laptop, and it shows, like, a big hulking shadow passing behind him through the tent. Three frames only, which shows that it moves really, really quickly. And then they find that in the past, there was a survivor of one of these attacks- which have been usually attributed to grizzly bears. So they decide to go find the person who survived to see what they can tell them about the creature.

G: And then, next, they go to the Shaw house, which is, like, the guy who survived the apparent grizzly bear attacks. So they interviewed this guy, and then Mr. Shaw claims that no one believed him. And Sam was very- you know- very, like, “If we know, we'll be able to figure this out. So you should tell us.” Like, he's doing the sympathetic, or empathetic, I guess, bit. And it works! The man says that the creature basically moved too fast to see, which, when you watch the later part of the episode, is such a funny thing to look back on.

C: Right. Because it's just- it's chillin’. It's just lumbering.

G: He's literally just some big guy who's walking around really slowly.

C: With his little Gollum face.

G: Yeah. And he hid too well and unlocked the door by itself, so it can't be a bear because it did not smash open a window or anything, right. And then he shows Sam and Dean his scars.

C: So after that, they head out of the house. They sort of discuss what the monster could be. They're like “Oh, we can't let Hayley go out alone.” And then Dean says-

G: You forgot the corporeal part!

C: The what? Oh! The corporeal- yes. They do have a banter thing about "corporeal" as a word, I guess. I didn't think it was that important, but I guess it's like a nice sibling moment.

G: Yeah. Who hasn't been teased by their sibling for using a big word? But later on in the show, Dean also uses a big word, and I was like “Ooh… big word…” [laughter] He says "belligerent"? And I was like, “You were just making fun of Sam for saying corporeal and now you're saying shit like belligerent.”

C: I feel like belligerent was in one of my vocabulary works, like- sorry, vocabulary books when I was in, like, I don't know, middle or high school.

G: I have never encountered that word. I had to Google it.

C: So they discussed the whole thing. Dean says that they can't stop Haley because her brother is missing and she's not just gonna sit tight. And then we have, you know, the moment where Sam asks “Finding Dad's not enough? Now we gotta babysit too?” And Dean looks so upset.

G: It look- he looked- Actually, now that you say it like that, I'm like, “Oh, okay. That's why he's upset.”

C: Right.

G: Because, like, I thought he was just angry, because I wrote “He looks at Sam angrily.” But i didn't connect the dots that, like, that's basically what he had to do in his life, right?

G: Yeah, yeah. Like he had to-

C: - Babysit Sam while John left them alone in motel rooms.

G: After this we go to the woods, and Roy and Haley are talking. Did you catch the name of the younger brother? Is it Josh?

C: Okay, for some reason I thought it was Connor. I feel like- I don't-

G: [laughs] It’s definitely not Connor.

C: But okay. The transcript says that it's Ben, so we just came up with two random white boy names and substituted them in. [laughter]

G: He looks like a Josh, so it's fine. Anyway, Ben. So they're talking about how- they're talking about how Ben shouldn't come but Haley insists that they should all stick together. And then Sam and Dean show up.

C: Oh for context, Roy is the guide that Hayley hired to take her through the woods so she can find her brother.

G: And then, Sam and Dean show up, and they're saying, like, “Hey, so, we're going with you guys.” And Haley was like, “You're hiking in biker boots and jeans?” And Dean says his iconic line of “Sweetheart, I don't do shorts.” which-

C: Can I count that as a misogyny moment?

G: -may be a misogyny moment?

C: I'm counting that as a Dean misogyny moment. All right, we're at six now for the show.

So then we go- after they get to join them on their little adventure- we go to the mine, where we see the earlier kids who were captured, well, two of them, the later two, hanging from the ceiling, all chained up. And then we hear growling, and the creature presumably goes and bites the guy who's not Tommy- who the transcript says his name is Gary. And then it's like “Ah! No… They're being eaten.”

G: Okay, so we go to the woods, right? So they're in the woods and Dean is asking Roy pointed questions to figure out if he's a “hunter” hunter and not just, like, a bear hunter. So he says, like, “Did Bambi and Yogi ever hunt you back?” Questions like that.

C: Right.

G: And then Dean almost steps on a bear trap, which is kind of like, when Roy figures out that Dean is genuinely like, out of his depth, and they're lying about being park ranger service guys. And this is also when Haley figures it out, so she confronts Dean about not being an actual ranger, and Dean looks at Sam, and Sam was like, "you got this" and just walked away.

C: So true, Sam.

G: And then, so Haley was like, "You're just carrying a duffel bag! You're not packing any provisions! What are you?" and Dean is like, "Oh, so we're not really park rangers. We're looking for our father." And Haley was like, "Why didn't you tell me from the start?" and Dean says, "I'm telling you now," and then he says. [both start laughing] [G screams] I hate this. I hate this.

C: I'm putting the tally up. We're at seven. Grey, hit us with the line.

G: "This is the most honest I've ever been with a woman, ever." Which is… One, like, what a weird misogyny moment.

C: Yeah, exactly, like why?

G: But two, like, it's such a weird thing to say in general? Like, if we- even if we remove it from the misogyny, you know, part... because like, what- what's the point of saying that? Like, “I've never been honest with another woman in my life.”

C: Right. Like, "Hi, I lie to women! So are we good now?"

G: And also, it's just like, it's so dehumanizing-

C: Right.

G: -of like, I say- “I'm honest with men, but with women? Nah.”

C: “Women? That other species? I just fuck them and leave them! What are you talking about?”

G: And then we have the most pointed M&M sponsorship.

C: [laughing] Right.

G: Where Dean pack- Dean gets out a giant bag of M&Ms and it's like, "These are my provisions! What do you mean I didn't pack any?" And then they keep on walking.

C: Yeah, which, I, okay. I feel like- do they usually couple Dean misogyny moments with like, harmless Dean being funny moments, so it's always like, "Uh, cringe; this is kind of bad! But oh, he's just a little boy!” Like, is that sort of a pattern that's been happening in the last two episodes? I feel like I've seen it a bit.

G: I guess in this era of television like, the misogyny jokes are supposed to be funny, so like, they're combined, you know? Just one continuous joke.

C: Right, right. He's just a silly goofy guy! In all the ways that matter: food and misogyny!

C: So now they're heading deeper into the woods, and they see that they're at the coordinates that John had left for Dean in his journal. And they notice that there are no creatures in this area, which means I guess they all ran away from something that was scary, and then they keep heading deeper into the woods.

G: Okay, so at the campsite, they see the tent and it looks like, Roy says that it looks like a grizzly attack because, well, it's full of blood, for one thing, and like, everything is in ruins. Dean figures out that the bodies were dragged from the campsite but the tracks stopped in the middle of the woods, which I was like, "oh, this is going to be relevant later." Well, it's not? Like I don't- so what's the implication?

C: I mean, a little bit.

G: That the creature went up to the trees?

C: Yeah, right, because there were the claw marks on the trees, right?

G: Yeah, I guess that's the implication? So Dean comes back and tries to comfort Haley by telling her that Tommy might still be alive, because Haley found the satellite phone basically destroyed on the ground. And then someone screams for help, and so they run towards that, but turns out, they were just lured away so that their provisions can be taken. So all of their backpacks were taken.

C: And their GPS, and their phones, very smart.

G: Yeah, their weapons, everything. So Sam asks Dean to speak with him in private and then asks for the journal, and they figure out what it is, what the creature is, and then they go back to the camp, and Sam and Roy get into a verbal battle. And Sam almost reveals what the thing is, but Dean stops him. And then Haley stops all of them, and then says that she's not leaving without Tommy, so.

C: Right. Yeah. Now they're hunkering down for the night, trying to stay alive. They've built a campfire, Dean's drawing symbols around the site which are supposed to keep the creature out, while Roy continues to be skeptical of whatever's going on. And then Dean and Sam have, like, a nice little conversation where Dean is asking Sam what's up because Sam's been especially belligerent recently and doesn't seem to be okay. Oh, also, Dean specifically asks, "Do you wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Which I think is the first time Sam's referred to as a freak in the show?

G: Yes, that's true.

C: Yes. It's going to come back and haunt them all later.

Dean seems to think that John left them the journal as a message and he wants them to become hunters and do- the iconic line, "Saving people, hunting things: the family business." Sam's more skeptical of this and is like, "Why doesn't he just call us?" So true, Sam. And he's also a lot more focused on finding their father so that they can find who killed Jessica. And Dean's sort of arguing that what matters now is helping the people here and also telling Sam to be more healthy with his emotions, stop being-

G: Ah! Which is like, Dean saying that like-

C: Right like, okay, Dean. Okay, Dean.

G: "Your anger is gonna kill you" is like-

C: "All that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you." Alright, Dean.

G: Like I guess like, young Dean, I understand him saying that, but in retrospect, it does sting a little bit.

C: Hm. Hm. Alright, Dean. Alright.

Yeah, so then Sam's like, "I don't know how to cope with this" and Dean says, "I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." And Dean also says that something else that helps is "killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can." Right, which is I guess a whole establishing hunting and also the emotions moment.

G: Yeah, this is the only part of the episode that is actually related to the metaplot, so that's what I meant when I said that like, the metaplot stuff is Sam's, but the episode is Dean's.

C: Yeah, no, for sure.

And then they hear the creature mimicking a human again yelling for help, trying to get them out of the circle. And then the creature is growling, getting nearer, rustling the bushes. Roy tries to shoot at it, thinks that he's hit it and then, like, runs out of the circle, where he gets snatched.

G: Yeah, he gets taken in kind of a brutal shot because his neck gets twisted when he gets taken.

G: Okay, so we get to a commercial break, and then when we come back, it's morning! And then Haley is asking Dean about how he knows about monsters, and then he says, "it runs in the family." And then Sam... [laughing] Sam says “bitch” for the first time in the show.

C: Yeah. Ugh, Sam! He was quoting Dean, so it's not his fault.

G: Yeah! [laughing]

C: [laughing] No Sam misogyny count yet.

G: Yeah. He says "evil son of a bitch," and that's where we get the bitch line. And then he explains the lore. Wow, Mr. Loreboy! explains the lord to Haley. The lore is like, that cannibalism basically turns a person into a superperson.

C: Right, right.

G: And then there's a line there that Dean says. Basically, he says that it turns the person from a human to a less-than-human thing. Which I was like, confused by the wording, because if a person is turned into basically a superhuman, you know: they have immortality, they have very quick speed, they have super strength-

C: And they're still very smart.

G: They turn "less than human." It's like, a bit weird. I guess like, morally speaking, less than human.

C: It's like the Supernatural thing where every creature- well, where humans are held as the platonic ideal of existence, and all other creatures are like, less than. Like, angels are considered worse than humans in Supernatural. Like, they're just really out here promoting the human agenda.

G: Yeah! So that's why I took note of it because I thought that was relevant to the whole, you know, humans like-

C: Yeah, no, it's definitely one of the establishing moments of Supernatural's philosophy about monsters and I guess like, biological determinism in a way? Though I guess what's interesting about this creature is that it starts as a human.

G: Uh, Dean says basically that the thing can only be killed through fire. Where did Dean find the torches?

C: Yeah, I don't know. Like, did he just have them in the car, or maybe they were on the campsite, maybe-

G: Oh, yeah, right, that's true.

C: Because they had to build a campfire in order to have the campfire earlier. So-

G: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-

C: I think he probably just picked them up from the campsite. Honestly, I feel like they should have just gone back to town and gone to the local store and bought some more lighter fluid and a flamethrower. Because it's a real problem when Dean gets snatched later and Sam is lighter-fluid-less.

G: well I guess like, there's a sense of emergency, because, you know.

C: Right, because Tommy's gonna get eaten.

C: Dean's leading them through the woods and they're seeing a lot of trees with claw marks on them. And then Sam sort of realizes that, I guess, the claw prints are too easy to follow like, the creature left them on purpose to lead them into a track- trap. And then we get the classic Supernatural blood dripping on you from above, and then you look up, and it's Roy, and he's dead in the tree, and he falls down and they're like, "ah, he sure is dead!" And then there's-

G: I replayed that scene because I didn't know where the sound was coming from. Like, I didn't realize that blood was dripping on Haley. I was like, "what's that noise?" and then, so like, I went back and I was like, oh, it's blood.

C: It's Supernatural, it's blood dripping from above.

G: Hashtag Supernatural. Yeah.

C: Right. And then they hear growling from the creature, and they're all running and running. And then, Sam and Ben end up losing Dean and Haley.

G: Ben and Sam are walking around and they're talking about why the creature killed Roy. And Sam was like, "well, probably Roy pissed the creature off because he shot at it." So they're just walking around, they're trying to look for Dean and Haley until Ben finds a trail of M&Ms. Hashtag product placement!

C: Sponsorship, sponsorship.

G: So they end up on a mine while following the trail, and they go inside. And they see the creature, and they hide from the creature, which like, this is the point where I'm like, “My suspension of disbelief, it's being challenged.”

C: Yeah, no, right, it's supposed to be like, incredibly fast, but nah, it's just chillin’. It's taking a stroll.

G: Yeah! It's literally just walking around like, heavy and lumbering.

C: Right like, this is not like, a fast creature, this is not-

G: Also, was its senses ever mentioned? Like, did they ever mention if it can hear things or see things?

C: I don't- I don't think that was mentioned, but like, you'd think that a creature that is described as an excellent hunter would have a good sense of smell and hearing. Like, Ben's little gasp totally should have been heard, but nah.

G: Yeah.

C: Also, again, they totally should have just gone back to town and bought more flamethrower shit. Like, I don't care that, like, time is of the essence or whatever; it's probably not going to eat them now. Why are you coming into this completely empty-handed? You are both so screwed. But apparently not.

G: I- [laughing] They still win in the end, so it's fine.

C: Yeah.

G: They continue walking, and then they fall into the floor, I guess, and there's a basement. And the basement is full of bones, which was like, a little bit of a jump scare for us and for Ben.

C: There's some skulls on the ground. They're all very clean.

G: Well, the creature is a ferocious eater.

C: Right, right.

G: Licked the bones clean. So they find Dean and Haley, and Haley and Dean are tied up on the ceiling. So they wake them up: Ben towards Haley and Sam towards Dean. And when they're on the ground, Haley finds Tom, which she thought was dead but then turned out to be alive, which was another jump scare when he gasps for breath. And so the siblings are reunited, and Dean finds flare guns in what I presume is their provision pack that the creature took earlier? The specifics of that are a bit fuzzy, but like, I'm assuming- I'm assuming that.

C: Right, and then they hear the creature coming back, and Haley recognizes that they won't be able to outrun it even though it isn't fast from last we saw. So Dean decides to split off from the group and be a distraction while Sam helps get Haley and her brothers out of there. Dean says, [laughing] "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good!" Okay, Dean.

G: The way he says "I taste good" was so funny...

C: He literally says "I taste good."

G: He says like, "I taste goooood."

C: Right, like-

G: Oh, he also says, "You want some white meat, bitch?"

C: Oh, my god, I know like, at least you're aware!

G: [laughing] Wh- It's so funny it's so funny and I know, like, that scene, I don't know what they were going for. I guess it was both supposed to be comedic but also like, scary, or was it just supposed to be scary?

C: That scene, I think it was supposed to be like, funny and scary, right, it's like, "Oh, look at your favorite little guy Dean just being so funny and cocky! But oh no, he's sure maybe going to get eaten. Ah!"

Right, the creature's lurking around. Sam tells Haley and her brothers to get out. Right, and then we finally see the face of the creature. It looks like Gollum. It just looks like Gollum.

G: It's disappointing. I wish we just never saw the face of the creature.

C: Right, because I think- I think they do a decent job of building up the suspense and only seeing the corners of the creature, and then you're like, "Ah, face reveal? For realsies?" And it's not- it's a little- some guy. It's a wrinkly little guy with big ears.

And then, yeah, Sam tries to shoot it and then runs off, and then Dean shows-

G: Was the exit closed? Why didn't they go out?

C: Yeah, I don't know how close the exit was. I don't- I think it wasn't that far. I feel like they were mostly just slow because they had to carry Tommy.

G: No, but like, they were at the end of the tunnel. Sam was like, "damn it!" and then they just stand in front of them, like, defending them, and I was like, "What are they doing? Is the exit closed?"

C: Right. It's not... Gah. I don't know. I don't know.

G: I genuinely have no idea.

C: I think since it's a mine shaft like, there was like, probably like, an incline, so it was probably harder to get up.

G: Mm, maybe. But I think they were just like, "It's closed now because it suits the plot better."

C: Yeah, yeah. And then Dean shows up and shoots the creature, and the creature burns up, and yay, they're good.

G: So we go to the epilogue, which is Ben telling- Ben and Sam telling the police that basically they saw this like, 800, 900 pound bear, and that it attacked them, etc. And then Haley and Dean are talking! And then- I- okay. I know what you're going to say. I know what you're going to say.

C: I'm ticking- I'm moving this to an 8. I'm moving it to an 8!

G: Okay. I'm going to defend him. I'm going to defend him.

C: Oh? Okay, all right, all right.

G: So like, okay, I'm going to explain first what happened, which is that Haley says "I don't know how to thank you," and then Dean makes, like, a cheesy, like, smolder face, and then Haley says, "Oh, come on. Must you cheapen the moment?" and Dean goes, "Yeah!" like, you know, really funnily. And then Hayley kisses Dean on the cheek. So okay, here's my defense of Dean.

C: Okay. Hit me with it.

G: So like, at the beginning of the- at the beginning of the episode, Haley and Dean haven't been through anything. They don't know each other, right? But like, because during here, they're basically acquainted, this is just like, for me, like in my perspective, this is just a little bit of flirting with a friend, you know?

C: Okay.

G: Like, it's not like, offensive because they know each other, and they've been through shit, and it's just like a little funny joke that “Ooh, remember when at first we were like- I was like, trying to hit on you, and now, I'm still trying to hit on you? And then we've been through shit in the middle of that?" It's like, it's not- I don't find it as offensive as like, the pistol comment or the other comment that we cringed at earlier. The- what's that?

C: Yeah, um, the calling her sweetheart? Or was it-

G: No, no, the "I've never been honest to any other girl."

C: Oh my god, yeah, that one. [both laugh] Okay.

G: So like, it's- you know. What do you think?

C: Okay, I think my feelings... Okay, I understand your perspective there. I feel like my problem with this scene is sort of just my problem with Haley's portrayal in general and like, sort of just the general trend of like, you know, like, "funny guy makes sort of sexual harass-y comment, but the girl's always cool about it"? Like, she's always like, “ah, you sly dog!” and sort of laughs and shrugs it off. I just think- I think my issue is just with that trend in general because... Male writers want to think that when they are sexually harassing people, they are being funny, and they also think-

G: Yeah.

C: And they're also like, "Oh, well, I would never actually assault someone, like I'm not that kind of guy, I'm a good person! So of course women shouldn't feel uncomfortable or scared or threatened when I say something like that because I'm a good guy, and they should know that!" But they don't know that, and they shouldn't know that, and they shouldn't- and these characters realistically would not be like, "Ah, you sly dog! You silly little man! I love you so much!" Right, like, it's like- earlier, she's in the woods with this guy she doesn't know, and he has guns and has been making advances, and his brother is there and is quite tall and could probably also overpower her. Like, she should be terrified, she should continue to be terrified. And like, I understand her at the end. Maybe she and Dean had some fun little chats while they were hanging up there by meat hooks. So like, yeah, I think the specific moment isn't that bad. Well, like, I think it's just the culmination. It's like, this is what the writers thought of their relationship, this is how the writers are gonna leave it off. And, it's bad. It's- I guess it's a writer misogyny moment more than a Dean misogyny moment.

G: Yeah.

C: Kinda, is what I think. But yeah, I still hate the moment and would love to put some kind of a tally mark on it, but I understand not putting a Dean misogyny tally mark on it. I'll let him stay at seven.

G: The- [laughter] Should we do a separate tally mark for writers’ misogyny moments, or would that be too much?

C: Right, yeah, no, let's, right, okay. Writers’ misogyny moments.

G: Because like, writer misogyny moment, like, first scene of the show is Mary dying on the ceiling for manpain.

C: Right, right, yeah.

G: Like that's already-

C: First one is Mary, second writer misogyny moment is Jess, I guess, but also the woman in white in general, I think. is a writer misogyny moment..

G: [laughing] You know what? Let's not do the writers’ misogyny moment anymore.

C: Yeah, honestly, there's too many, there's too many. There's just too many.

G: Yeah, let's just stick with Dean.

C: Right.

G: Okay, so after Haley kisses Dean, she turns around and then barely looks at Sam-

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: -and then goes, "thank you, Sam."

C: Right.

G: Literally doesn't even look at him which I was like, "Oh my god. You just kissed the other guy, and now you're just going like, thank you!"

C: He shielded you with his body while the creature was going at you.

G: Yeah!

C: But oh, I, whatever, I guess Dean has longer eyelashes.

G: - but they were establishing Haley and Dean more, yeah, so.

And then Sam and Dean are sitting behind on the hood of the car, and Dean was like, "I hate hunt- I hate camping," and Sam was like, "me too." So Dean says, "You know we're gonna find Dad, right?" and Sam's like, "I know. But in the meantime, I'm driving!" And they drive off into the night or morning or whatever time it is of the day.

C: There's the whole needle drop.

G: And the episode ends.

C: Yeah, I don't- I didn't like the ending. I don't know. I think they tried too hard to make it lighthearted at the end.

G: The ending where they like, cut to the car driving is so weird. I wish they just ended it after Sam was like "I'm driving" and then that's it. Because the cut to the car was so jarring, and I was like, "Oh, there's more? There's more to this episode?"

C: But like no, there's not.

G: And then it just ends like, there's nothing.

C: It's like, we just wanted to blow our money on getting the rights to another song in this episode.

G: Which I don't even recognize, so that's a fail on their part.

G: So we have a new segment that we didn't do last time.

C: Oh, right.

G: Called Best Line/Worst Line.

C: Yes.

G: So what do you think is the best line in this episode? I'm gonna say mine first.

C: Okay, yeah.

G: So my favorite line in the episode is the iconic one. you know, "Saving people, hunting things: the family business." I think, you know, that line is something that Supernatural would cling on and fail to embody through the years, but for what it is, it's a good line! Like yeah, that's what this show is about! Like if you're introducing the show, and you're watching it the first time, and you want to know what it's about, "saving people, hunting things: the family business" is basically what is it- what it is about in the beginning. So I was like, "Ah, that's- yeah, it's a line." [laughs]

C: Probably my favorite line is just- it was the one I skipped over in my cemetery recap, but just, "I should have protected you, I should have told you the truth." Just because I think it says a lot of interesting things about Sam, and it also has so much untouched potential in that they should have told other people about the supernatural, like they should have protected people by telling them the truth. But alas, the show never really went in that direction, so I will just have this line to comfort me in my old age.

G: Okay, so I think we both agree with the worst line [both laugh], which is the-

C: [spluttering]

G: - the one about honesty, oh my god! "I've never been honest with a woman like this" or whatever it is-

C: Ever!

G: God, ever. Come on, Dean! His game is so bad. It's so bad. The only reason why he gets girls is because he's like, the prettiest man alive.

C: [laughs] Right.

G: Otherwise like, dude, come on.

G: Okay, I'm going to search it up, but like, in the meantime, what do you think is the IMDB rating?

C: Okay, I mean, I feel like it's probably just going to be lower than the pilot just because it's less iconic. But I think like, it's a good second episode in the way it establishes what hunting is and what it's like, and, I don't know I think it has some like, decent jump scares and stuff for the horror fans, so... like an 8.5?

G: 8.5? That's so high. I was going for like, a 7.8.

C: Ooh. Okay. What's your reasoning?

G: Well, because it was like, like nothing- basically nothing happens plot-wise, you know.

C: Yeah, I guess like, for a second episode I guess I viewed it as more of an exposition episode?

G: As a- I guess, okay, I'm going to view it as like, a monster of the week episode, right? Like, for what the monster was. I don't know. I was like, I guess it was- it was kind of creepy? [laughs] I don't know. Because I'm not a horror fan, so like, I don't know the themes of the genre or like, what it should be about. And like, I liked Haley, I think Haley was a good character.

C: Yeah, I liked Haley. They made Haley to be likable.

G: I think her brother... yeah, I think her brother was literally a no character person.

C: Yeah. He was underutilized, I suppose.

G: I would say... okay, I'm going to be a bit more generous and say an 8.2.

C: Okay.

G: Yeah, okay, I'm gonna search it up...

It's an 8 over 10.

C: Okay, so yeah, both of us shot too high.

G: After your jackpot last week, we have diminished in skill.

C: Yeah, no I really missed it on this one. Yeah. I can't believe both of us were nicer to Supernatural than the overall audience.

G: The general public?

C: Right.

G: Well, you know. I would... Okay, to clarify to the audience, right? I think this is the part where we say that like... Do you love the show, Crystal?

C: What?

G: From what you know of it, do you love the show?

C: No?

[both laugh a lot]

G: Yes.

C: I love Cas.

G: We're starting a podcast- Yeah, exactly, that was, I was gonna say like: I love certain aspects of it. I love Cas, I love Sam, especially earlier Sam. Dean, I have complicated feelings for, but, I mean, I watched the show for so long. Of course I'm gonna love that guy, you know And I love the characters like, Charlie, Kevin, like these characters, I love. But I've always had the perspective that this show was not good enough for these people, you know? Like, I've always been a person who was like, "Cas should be in another show because he's such a good character, and Supernatural is underutiliz-" you know? Shit like that.

C: Cas should be in my house.

G: He should be in our houses, that's correct. [laughs]

So, uh, I guess I'm just trying to say here that like, we don't necessarily love the show, yeah. So yes, we overshot the IMDB rating, but like, maybe we'll get better at this, you know?

C: I think after... maybe by the end of season one, we'll understand what America wants from Supernatural.

G: So that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next time, we will be talking about Season 1 Episode 3: “Dead in the Water.”

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G: You can email us any feedback, comments, or inquiries at [email protected]. So, see you guys next time!

C: Bye!

G: Bye!

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