#but dealing with them alone is torture so he just doesn't win. it fucks with his issues of self

[marc--chilton]

still losing my mind at the way houses relationship with john would have fucked up the way he sees being an omega. just,,, teen house, young and confused, experiencing these absoloutely brutal heats. not understanding why they are so bad and hard when theyre supposed to be a time where an omega feels good. already feeling broken and wrong, and then having to face john's anger and disappointment over him being an omega

like i can only imagine how it would affect him in heat, a time where he would be less able to think coherently. and constantly remembering how traumatic and horrible his heats as a teen were, the memory making him feel bad and in turn making him feel physically worse. just like,,, a constant feedback loop of remembering and feeling bad -> feeling physically worse in turn -> reminding himself even more of his childhood and feeling worse

i feel like after having to deal with his first few heats without a strong family net to acclimate to the changes, once house is outta there and doing his own thing he tries to never deal with his heats alone. he marks his cycle religiously, makes deals with alphas in med school to help him through them, or even finds street suppressants if he's especially desperate.

man. you just know john has put him outside for some of his heats, too. nothing to nest with, no scent blocking patches, just left him in the yard like a sacrificial lamb. it goes without saying how dangerous that is.

hell, once he's employed i wouldn't be surprised if he stole something from the hospital to bring home in case a heat comes up that he can't deal with, something that'll knock him out for the worst of it.

[blissfulbarbie]

Scary Husband Privileges / Joel Miller x Reader

Description: No outbreak AU. Joel hates your boss. Hates him. What was meant to be a day off for the both of you, turns into Joel grumpily driving you to work and meeting you for lunch. And then you bump into your boss.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This was inspired by @cruelfvkingsummer's grumpy!husband!Joel prompt ! All credit for the original idea goes to them.

"Who do you think would win in a fight, me or Mr. Weasel?" "Wessell. And the answer is neither of you because it's never gonna happen." "No, but if–" "Joel, you are not fighting my boss. Not even in your head. Got it?" "But he's a fucking-" "Joel." "Fine."

Unbeknownst to the wealthy CEO, there was a one-sided beef going on between a Mr. Joel Miller and Mr. Carter Wessell. Mr Wessell is your boss at the publishing company you've been working at for the past year, and Joel does not like that man. Mr. Wessell is too comfortable asking you to work overtime without giving you the chance to say no and not approving your days off even when you work more days than any of the other employees in the company. Despite being married, his eyes also tend to wander when you are around, and you find yourself trying to avoid being alone with him. His suggestive comments and "friendly touches" toe the line of being inappropriate. Of course, Joel doesn't know this part because if he did, he would set fire to your office building.

Today is one of those days where you tried to request a day off, which was denied by your boss. You wanted the day off to spend with Joel as he had arranged a day off work too. But your boss insisted that he needed you at work to complete an "urgent task."

Joel's phone alarm blares relentlessly, ripping through the morning's peace. Grumbling under his breath, he slaps the off button. The room is bathed in a soft, golden glow as he looks over at you, still fast asleep beside him. Cautiously, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle for a man with such a gruff exterior.

Joel gets up, careful not to wake you, and heads to the bathroom. The cold shower sends shivers down his spine, but it’s enough to wake him up, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. Your boss had refused to let you take the day off so you could spend it together, and it's gnawing at him.

Dressing in his usual jeans and a plain t-shirt, he can't shake off the frustration. He was so looking forward to spending the day with you. Why does some stuffy old man in a suit get to decide whether or not you get to spend the day with your husband?

As he descends the creaking stairs, Joel can't help but sigh. Despite all of his annoyance, he was going to make this the best damn work day as possible for you. He'd start by making you breakfast. The sizzle of the frying pan fills the kitchen, filling him with the smell of victory. I can do this. I can make today good.

As Joel daydreams about different methods of torture for your boss, you appear at the kitchen door, hair tousled, and a sleepy smile on your face. "Morning. You're up early. You should've slept in." You walk up behind him and give him a kiss on his back before taking your place at the dining table.

Joel grunts a vague response, not wanting to make a big deal out of the fact that he woke up earlier than he would have, just to make you breakfast before you head off to work. He places the food in front of you, kisses the top of your head, and tucks your hair behind your ears before sitting down next to you.

"Your boss is a real piece of work," he grumbles.

You smile sadly, clearly sharing his frustration, but you attempt to diffuse his irritation. "I'll talk to him, Joel. But we won't let this ruin our day, okay?" Finally, he gets a day off from his job, and all he wants to do is spend it with you, and he can't. Your heart aches.

Joel nods, his eyes softening just a fraction. "Yeah, yeah. I just think you deserve a break. You work so hard.”

You nod. “You know, despite my boss being a Grade A asshole, I really do like my job. And the money is good."

Joel nods silently in response. He can’t deny that. Ever since you got this job, you've both been living more comfortably than before. You got the kitchen renovated and managed to build him a shed to work on his woodwork projects. He loves it.

And God, he's so damn proud of you. You don’t know this, but he brags to all the guys at work about his wife who works in a swanky new building in town and has her own office. "Where's your girl?" they ask when you miss out on a get-together they're having. "She's still working. Yeah, they're starting a new project, and she's leading it, so they need her there. Important stuff," he replies with a serious look on his face, but his heart swells with pride. My wife is so fucking cool, he finds himself thinking often.

After the dishes are washed, and you've finished your coffee, you move to get the car keys. "Okay, I should get going. Thanks for breakfast, sweetheart. We're still having lunch together, right?”

Joel gets up with you and snatches the car keys from your hands. “I’ll drive. And yes, we are having lunch together.”

“Joel, go rest. I can drive–”

Already at the doorway by this point, Joel keeps walking towards the car and yells back at you, “Clock’s ticking, slowpoke. Don’t wanna be late. Get your ass in the car now.”

You shake your head, racing towards the car with your grumpy husband already in the driver’s seat, honking the horn like a lunatic and probably waking the whole neighborhood up.

--

Joel’s jaw is set with determination as he drives. He wants to spend every minute of his off day with you because that was the whole reason he took the day off in the first place. If that means driving through rush hour traffic to get you to work, so be it.

"You didn't have to do this, you know," you mumbled.

Joel gave a curt nod. "Damn right. That’s what makes me such a good husband.”

You smile and nod in agreement. As the car pulls up to a stop in front of the building, Joel turns to you.

“I'll pick you up later for lunch. Remember. We. Are. Having. Lunch. Together.” He enunciates each word loudly and clearly.

“I know, Joel.” You smile. Even through his grumpy old man antics, you can’t help but find him adorable.

“And that means, you say no if Mr Weasel–”

“Wessell.”

“Weasel asks you to go out for lunch with him and the team. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And if he insists that you go along, you give him my number and tell him to talk to me. Yes?”

“No.”

“Baby–”

You cut him off with a kiss on the lips. “I’ll be there. I love you. See you later.”

--

After you finish your lunch, you and Joel are walking back to the car, fingers laced together. You round a corner, and suddenly, you both catch a glimpse of Mr. Wessell exiting the restaurant opposite the street. The man was in the middle of a heated phone call, his face reddening as he yelled into the phone.

Joel's eyes narrow, and he clenches his jaw, his blood pressure rising. Although they’d never met, Joel recognized him from the company Facebook page that he only followed to see pictures of you at work. He couldn't help but scoff, "Now we can’t even go for lunch without seeing that dumbass?” 

You're quick to intervene. You cup your hand over Joel’s mouth and whisper, "Shut up, he might hear you.” 

With a hand cupped over his mouth, Joel didn’t look very menacing, but he made sure to shoot a glare at the man who was still distractedly yelling into his phone. 

You tug on Joel's arm, trying to pull him away. "Come on, let's go, little bulldog. Down boy."

Joel reluctantly gets dragged by you, your hand still cupped over his mouth. His voice comes out muffled as he glances back at your boss saying, "I’m gonna destroy him with my mind."

You keep dragging him along as you say in a placating voice. "Oh, I’m sure you can. Big scary grumpy old man. Now let’s stop playing John Wick and get to the car.” 

Joel narrows his eyes at you. You release his mouth and turn to face the street. You chuckle softly as you walk back to the car together. Your scary husband privileges amuse you to no end. It’s funny, but it’s also reassuring to know that he has your back if things go south.

--

"I am kinda like John Wick." Joel mumbles as you walk hand in hand back to the car.

"Joel, we are not having this conversation again. You are not like John Wick."

"No, you're right. I'm better."

Tag list: @just-some-random-blogger @joeldjarin @pattwtf

[badaziraphaletakes]

I have some questions

Hi... Aziraphale had no way of going to hell in search of Crowley??????

Oh wait that's not a question, that's a statement. Lol nvmind.

And how would Azi even get him back out? Stop blaming her for what the heaven/hell apparatus is doing to Crowley and to her. (Y'know what, I'm gonna be referring to Azi as "she/her" in this post, because we all deserve more of that. So deal with it.) Do you think she hasn't been racking her brains trying to think of a way to save Crowley ever since the Fall, and even before that?

Also - If Aziraphale went to hell and got stuck there, she'd probably be forced to torture people and that's not cool. (She probably wouldn't get a job on earth like Crowley.) Whereas there is no evidence whatsoever that Aziraphale has to actively do harm as part of her current role on earth. There are very good reasons Crowley doesn't want her to go to hell / become a demon / whatever. He doesn't want Aziraphale to suffer the same moral injury that he has.

Also also - Aziraphale mouths "Crowley" instead of screaming it because she knows it'll only get them both in more trouble if heaven/hell finds out they have an acquaintanceship, let alone that they care about each other. As an ab*se survivor, it's one of the most painful moments in the series for me, seeing Aziraphale distraught and having to hide it.

Azi mouthing "Crowley" while frantically trying to keep a straight face is the equivalent of Charles immediately trying to run after Edwin. It's arguably even more loving, I'd say. Aziraphale loves Crowley so much that she saw her worst nightmare come true (or rather, didn't see it? you know what I mean lol) and still managed to keep her "We don't know each other" mask more or less intact. Utterly devastating. This was the ultimate test of her love for Crowley, and she passed it.

*** Side note: If Aziraphale behaved the way fans want to demand she behave, hell would have killed Crowley so many times already lmao. And then of course the fans would be blaming her for that instead. << Babygirl can't win. She's damned (ha) if she does and damned if she doesn't. ***

You can see the horror and terror and devastation in her eyes.

Here's a really good post about it:

But even if we didn't have that glimpse of her face at that moment... FUCK thinking Aziraphale wasn't worried about Crowley then. There is literally NO reason to assume she wasn't upset about seeing him dragged to hell to presumably be killed. (And yes, Azi knew hell was ab*sive and violent to Crowley, even back then. I'd argue she's known since NLT Uz. After all, she knows Crowley didn't "kill" the goats and the kids because he wanted to. She knows it was because hell made him do it.)

Also also also: She literally did go to hell to save Crowley, later on?

And wtf is wrong with what she wrote in her diary? "That was the last I was to see of Crowley for some time" is (so far as we know) a factual statement. She's writing about an upsetting experience. Journaling is a healthy coping technique. But apparently that's bad now lmao. (Not to mention there were so many things about that diary entry that were so blatantly weird that it's clear we can't take anything about Aziraphale's journals at face value anyway. But I guess we're just ignoring that.)

OH AND ONE MORE THING! That's "husband" or "wife" or "spouse" to you, not "friend"!

[kennyomegasweave]

my live thoughts during the finale of The Sign

Obviously, spoilers will be under here.

I had complaints about this show, but I still enjoyed myself overall and I LOVED this finale. It was a really good and entertaining finale.

My boy is def getting shot cause he just basically proposed to his man and said he's gonna do it for real once this mission is done. 😭😭😭

Old woman yaoi! I am very sad for these women but you know old woman yaoi! Phaya’s grandma be making moves. Get it mama!

Man. I don't wanna see Chart get tortured. Kaownah is my fave and it's his birthday today and everything.

Yai would hear Tharn stuck in some ravine in the jungle. I love siblings, chosen or otherwise, so much.

Was Tharn reinstated? Cause he's like “I'm gonna arrest Montree” but he’s suspended? Can he even do that? He might have been reinstated in the last episode, but I can't remember. Oops. lol

YES AT THEM ROLLING UP ON A JEEP RUNNING BITCHES OVER. THE SQUAD’S HERE FUCKERS. STRIKE TEAM: GAY (AND YAI)

Khem is about to get shot. It's dark and he and Thongthai are outside and I saw the preview and I literally have a pit in my stomach. Because I know what's gonna happen and no. NO.

NO CHART NO.

KHEM BABY NO. HE GOT SHOT SAVING HIS MAN AND FELL WITH THE NECKLACE WITH THEIR RING CAUSE THEY WERE GONNA GET MARRIED IT’S BEEN YEARS And this is also why like they probably shouldn't have had Khem and Thongthai on the same team because Khem whole ass threw himself in front of his man and then Thongthai was basically useless cause it's not like he was gonna be able to do a motherfucking thing once his man was fucking shot.

CHART NO AGAIN HOW MANY TIMES IS THIS MAN GONNA GET SHOT

I don't even care about the supernatural shit and the rest of this after Khem got shot right in Thongthai’s arms. We can shut this whole damn episode down.

Oh okay. No Chart and Khem aren't dead. We have a throwaway line that Khem (and Chart) are “safe” and thus not dead. Okay. We can continue this episode. I'm good. Khem’s at the hospital and, even if I never see him for the rest of this episode, I can rest knowing he will be getting dicked down by Thongthai in “we’re alive and getting married” marathon sex once he recovers. My boys WILL be married in the special episode y'all keep mentioning is happening. I know this.

Okay, like, Montree is evil, don't get me wrong. But he kept being like “why won't you just leave me alone” in the warehouse like he's not a drug dealing murderer and then he refuses to confess and is unfazed by a whole damn Naga showing up and capturing him. And it’s a mood how much he doesn't give a fuck. Man said he don't care about anything. lol

Aww Yai and Sand. Yai and his hot ass wife. He couldn't resist telling her she was beautiful. Man loves his brother and his hot ass wife. I love him.

I'm fairly confident we won't see anyone else from the cop side the rest of the episode, maybe Yai cause he's Tharn's brother, but that's it. But you know what. My fucking boy is alive and so is his man and they will be getting married. So I won. I win, you lose, ah ha.

I'm guessing this is the scene Babe mentioned was hard cause it's a love scene but he's sad cause he knows he's gonna leave Phaya but Phaya doesn't know that. I do wish we had seen him negotiate this with Chalothon. Like “fine I'll go with you, but you gotta let me have one more night to get that dick.” 

Paid $16 and the damn ass blur is still there? Pardon me? 

Phaya loves Tharn so fucking much. He is out here freaking out. Running around aimlessly. Baby. Baby boy.

Okay, also, Tharn. Love. You had to know Phaya wasn't just gonna let you leave? Asking why he followed you. Babe. Baby. Babes. He's always gonna follow you. 

Again. Chalothon’s Naga look is really hot and if I was Tharn I would have never looked at Phaya in our first life cause I would have been sat with that man and his hot ass fire look. RIP to Tharn but I'm different. I'm a whore.

Yes at Phaya using his Garuda powers. They were so severely lacking in this show and I’m still butthurt.

THARN BABY OMG. I mean. You would think that maybe Chalothon would have learned by now to not throw spear objects at Phaya. Stupid bitch. Killed the person he's wanted for several lifetimes TWICE in the same way.

I'm here for this montage combining both their lives. Sad it's happening because Tharn got fucking stabbed. Again.

“He's always sacrificing himself for you to be where he doesn't belong. You're selfish.” Now I know your bitch ass isn't saying that when you have now KILLED him twice. Hater ass bitch. Someone is selfish here and it's not the dude who hasn't killed his man TWICE in the same way. Flop ass bitch.

Oh Phaya. Baby. He just loves Tharn so fucking much. 

Damn. They sent Dao’s ass back to France. I didn't like her, but they didn't need to send her ass back to France. lol

Oh. I'm not ready for Yai and Phaya to see each other. Not at all. Phaya is just crying silently and Yai is ugly crying. Neither of them have spoken a word to the other. Oh my heart. 

A YEAR LATER??? Oh they're really doing this huh. Okay. lol I figured something was gonna happen when the still of Phaya with that hair and facial hair came out. Man was obviously going through something and time had passed. 

Phaya. I get maybe there's not other bedrooms in Tharn’s grandma’s house but staying in the room AND bed where y'all last saw each other can't be good for your mental health. Though the hair and facial hair already told me that mental health is hanging on by a thread and that thread is fraying baby.

THE SQUAD IS HERE TO FIND THARN. My boy is fucking alive and with his babe! And Sand is here too! Mine and Yai’s girl! I didn't even see the fine ass Captain, but he’s there too. Is he joining the search or is he trying to get Phaya to start living again? Regardless, even he came down. I love that. In another life he was Tharn's brother. Though Phaya has clearly given up on life. Which again, that hair and facial hair already showed that.

Is this a real thing or is Phaya dreaming??? I know they said it's the 15th day on the 11th moon or something so the Naga can come out so I'm guessing it's real? THE SNAKE DOCTOR FINALLY GAVE THARN UP??? Okay, I love this. I need the second thing they do after getting off this hill is cut Phaya’s hair and shave him. The first thing is fuck, obviously. 

[regallibellbright]

Sometimes I think about my ideal Batman story, in which the Joker is killed by some nameless random Gothamite in the middle of a scheme with no build-up whatsoever, no mystique, just some henchman who he's turning on just saying "fuck it" and shooting him or some hostage managing to get free and then hit him repeatedly with their own chair until he doesn't get back up. It's quick. No one stops them. They're all too shocked it's working to stop them, and at the end of the day, EVERYONE wants that clown gone. That's the first action sequence and it's done by the end of issue one, preferably even at the three-quarters mark. (As far as I can tell he is considered dead at the moment, but it was climactic and showy and while he presumably exploded we all know he'll be back and probably be revealed to have never died at all somehow, and I want him dying in the most anticlimactic way possible.)

The rest of the arc's just dealing with the fallout. We see his body at the coroner's and confirm it is disposed of (thoroughly and in secret, so there's nowhere for assholes to visit or necromancers to try and resurrect.) People across Gotham throw parties. Some people OUTSIDE Gotham throw parties. Batman is in the cave making sure literally every means of resurrection is NOT available to the Joker, thank you VERY much, because he gets to be JUST shy of fourth wall-aware and therefore recognizes this is never going to stick and he'll be back as soon as the next writer comes on. No alternate universe versions are able to come through. There is no DNA from which to clone him. It wasn't a body double, a Doombot, or an elaborate illusion. He has been 100% confirmed to be 100% dead like three times in this issue alone. No time traveling Jokers to account for. Everyone else thinks Bruce is overreacting but when the Joker does inevitably come back ideally Bruce does get a scene being utterly unsurprised because on some level he understands that he is stuck with this fucking clown forever no matter what he does.

We get a mention that the random Gothamite IS put on trial for murder but it's unanimously ruled self-defense. This is the one circumstance where I'm willing to give this Gothamite a name. It is important to me they never appear again after this. They are here to kill the Joker and then recede back into the crowd.

Because the point is that the Joker dies like a fucking loser, because he's not some unkillable mastermind force of chaos, he's just a clown whose biggest win was killing a twelve-year-old, a feat he only got away with at the time because of an incredibly convoluted and even MORE incredibly racist plot point about him somehow getting named an Iranian ambassador. (No, seriously. That happened. It is every bit as terrible as you're thinking. There's a reason why adaptations cut it, but it's TELLING that the writers felt the need to come up with this contrived reason for why the Joker could kill Robin and live to tell the tale so they wouldn't have to utterly BREAK Batman as a character whether he breaks the rule or not.) Jason Todd is alive again. His second biggest win was shooting someone I'm pretty sure he didn't know was a superheroine, which was entirely incidental to his desire to torture her father which was ITSELF incidental to his desire to prove a point to Batman. And I have the DEEPLY mixed feelings of a disabled person who thinks Barbara Gordon's treatment in TKJ and especially editorial's approach to it was atrocious but who still deeply appreciates Oracle as a wheelchair user and such a nontraditional superhero, but ultimately: Yeah that's no longer a win for him, either.

So the Joker dies, it's made entirely clear that he is dead, he dies in a way that underlines how fundamentally pathetic he is and how fundamentally RIDICULOUS it is no one in Gotham did it before that point (because if you're going to die either way, why not go down swinging?), everyone celebrates, eventually even Batman's hypervigilance is appeased enough to eat some cake, and we get a good few years without that fucking clown everywhere until he inevitably returns. Hopefully by that point, everyone in reality considers how absolutely BORED they are of the Joker as some Ultimate Evil Super Successful Murder Clown of Doom, and when he does come back it's a version who's much more funny than scary.

Yes, my favorite episode of BTAS is Joker's Favor, but I don't think that changes the fact that the clown is overplayed and that having villains around who routinely kill is just narratively and objectively a bad choice to put with a character who you're defining by "does not kill". Like, you as the writer are weakening your own central thesis and then you have to come up with elaborate justifications why Batman Not Killing is right (because these comics are nominally still being sold to children, and also editorial will never let you ACTUALLY do it) when you could just solve the problem by not having the villains Batman fights routinely kill people. Knock it off. Yeah it's unrealistic but superheroes are inherently unrealistic, and yes, I'm including Batman, do you KNOW how much any given injury writers consider routine ACTUALLY fucks you up long-term?

Don't even get me started on Victor Zsasz.

Anyway I saw DC's doing a Joker Year One next year and just wanted to get that off my chest. Carry on.

[golden-bubblebee]

Bubbles watches Supernatural pt7

Season 4 babey. (Pt1)

Okay, current theory; castiel rose dean from the dead

Okay but when dean calls the phone company and bobbys like 'how d you know he would use that name' and dean replies 'are you kidding me, what don't i know about that kid

MAJOR feels

IT IS IT IS ITS CASTIEEEEEEWWEEL

Oh my god castiel wtf

Okay magic boy

Such a chaos child

IM SORRY HE SOUND LIKE-THAT-???(Cas)

Fucking called it. It was Cas who brought Dean back

Thats beautiful can you imagine the winchester boys drivin round in a hippie van

Dean breaking my heart again

'What's he like? John?' HE WANTS TO GET TO KNOW HIS DAD WHO WAS HIS ACTUAL DAD AND NOT SOME CRAZY FUCKEF UP BITCH

Im in pain

Cruing crying crying

No I'm actually sobbing

As in making noise sobbing. Literally

'On november second 1983. Promise me you won't get out of bed. No matter what you hear.

You know what well and truly freaks me out

Grandpa winchester, when possesed by the yellow eyed demon really really reminds me of john winchester

Prolly bc he also reminds me a lil of Negan from twd and theyre the same actor

IM SORRY WTF JOHN JUST GOT KILLED

Okay I know the guy is posseded by a demon but this is very wrong (Mary and grandpop winchester kissing to seal the deal)

Ive heard castiel speak about 4 times now and his voice still catches me off guard

Im sorry what??? My guy Dean just ripped an ear off

Nawh little baby sam being all flabberghasted meeting cas

Nawh not Dean turning big brother comforting Sam when hes dissapointed abt the angels, evem tho Dean doesn't believe the same way

Sams bday is 2/2 hihi

I love that 'busty asian beauties' is a returning theme in spn

Dean I love you

'We are teddy bear doctors!'

Thats a dad right there

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

I knew something would be up with teddy

But I did -not- expect a whole as grown man to live in this childs room

Nah the depressed alcoholic teddy bear got me cracking upp

I need Sam and Ruby to fuck nasty

oh my god nah 5 minutes later my wish got granted

Nooo sam you coward

YES THANK YOU LORD

They really said 'sam gets to fuck a demon, well then, Dean gets an angel

Love that sam and dean don't even believe in death anymore

Teenager Dean hurts me

Him not realising that not having a curfew and being home alone with his brother for 2 weeks isn't, in fact 'a sweet setup'

Okay Losechester is kinda funny

I need Sam and Ruby to fuck nasty again

Obsessed with Bobby having a phone line for each of their covers

He truly is dad™

Noo sam with the Siren doctor is just sad

Hes so absolutely besotted and none of it is real

OH MY GOD NEW THEORY

The doctor isnt the siren, but the other FBI agent is

He is, after all, Deans dream guy

OY MYY GOD IT ISSS

Nah who does this stupid siren think he is

Does he really think he can make Dean 'I went to hell for sammy' winchester kill the guy? Lmfao

SAM YOU DICK WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING

Oh my god I Just realised

I'm finally a true tumblrina

I have reached superwholock

I think my castiel feelings are starting

'we need u to torture demon, uwu'

'no I dont wanna'

'i also dont wanna, but you need to'

'u wont like who i'll be afterwards'

'I know, uwu, Im sad I dont wanna make u do this. Also, btw, Im so attached to you even tho weve spoken like. Five times, that god is downgeading me'

Okay but what even is up with akastairs voice

WHAT IN THE FANGGANG IS GOING ON HERE (an amazing vampire Sterek fic written by aclosedficisneverread)

Why is this genuinly like the fic

'its okay sammy, you can have it'

Horny bloodsucking

Both of them enjoying it

sam joined the fanggang

Wtf they are fucking angels and they couldnt be bothered to use waterproof spray paint? Why use shitty chalk

HELLO CASS WHERE ARE YOU YOUR BF IS GETTING BEATEN TO BITS

'oh you are losing the war? Let me kill my soldiers as punishment so we defo cant win'

HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE

URIEL WTF

Oh my god uriel you sound like a middle child

Its not blame that falls on you, Dean, its fate

Aaaah How am I Meant to be normal about them

HES THE CHOSEN ONE

How did I completely miss the moment castiel went frim castiel to cass for Dean

Uhm wtf feverdream

NO NO NO I DO NAT ACCEPT THIS CAR WHERE IS THE IMPALA

Okay but this bit is so good. That little music + jareds facial expressions convey so good that this is not our Dean

Dean SMITH?

He better be 7 miles deep undercover

Sam is gonna be in that elevetor aint he

BITCH WDYM DO I KNOW YOU, YOU HAVE A DYSFUNXTIONAL CODEPENDENT BROTHER

SAM YOU CANT TALK ABOUT YOUR WEIRD DREAMS TO A STRANGER

Im sorry but why are the winchesters set up like an office romance in this episode

Running into eachother in the lift

Glances across the office

Like, if you forget they are brothers, this is soo suggestive

My theory is that cas put em in an alternate universe so that Dean can have his peace

But it also isnt plausible, bc what abt the seals

HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT GHOSTS ARE SCARED OF WRENCHESS HAHAHAHA

OH MY GOD I KNEW ITTTT

'There! I just found the jackpot! Real actual gosthunters with instructional videos!'

GHOSTFACERSS

Okay but imagine coming across a real life ghosts and following a yt tutorial by those idiots

It was the angels!

Just not cas

Zacahary

To teach the boys a lesson

[prettyentertaining]

Look I don't generally YGO-post on this blog but I CANNOT stand by and watch my beloved cringe angel Mai Kujaku, a character I imprinted on irrevocably at age 12, lose this poll without throwing in some propaganda.

Mai is such a weird lonely girl icon. Most of her arc revolves around her attempts to make friends with a bunch of card game nerds, and all the ways in which she's too terrified of her own vulnerability to ever allow herself to belong.

At the beginning of the series she has decided to repress her deep loneliness by being a Ruthless Manipulator who will happily cheat and trample her way to the top, but her own integrity prevents her from getting anywhere with this. Her method of cheating is completely insane, involves memorising the smells of 30-40 perfumes (and then presumably hauling them around in a rucksack for days), and crucially doesn't help make her card draws better at all, and therefore still requires her to be legitimately good at Duel Monsters.

Like every other Yu-Gi-Oh good guy, she's ride or die by nature. She has countless opportunities to pull the ladder up and never does: when she meets Téa she immediately offers her use of her shower in an act of solidarity, and spends most of the rest of Duelist Kingdom stubbornly winning double the duels she needs to because she feels emotionally weird about the fact that Yugi did her a favour. Also meets Serenity and immediately decides that she will protect her with her life. Terrible at girlbossing. Absolutely useless.

Aside from all this she's just an incredibly funny character within DM. Almost everything she does is a girl what are you doing moment. Zero concept of cause and effect. Some of my favourite baffling Mai moments include:

Despite all this earnest desire to be good and loved and wanted, she's so scared of the mortifying ordeal of being known that she constantly self-sabotages, constantly cuts off her own nose to spite her face, and then has to power through the avoidable consequences of her own terrible decisions. As somebody who has believed in my time that turning up your nose and saying well I didn't want you anyway is a good and dignified way to deal with feeling rejected, it is a joy to watch Mai attempt this and immediately eat shit. Solidarity with my girl.

Her whole approach to tournament preparation. In Duelist Kingdom we see her pull an all-nighter refining her deck. Girl what are you doing! Get some sleep! Then in Battle City we see her sit down - and I must stress that she is at her happiest and best-adjusted here - with her cards and an entire bottle of wine. At least Bakura's raw steak won't give him a hangover.

When she gets petty revenge on Joey for minorly socially embarrassing her - an event that happened, from her perspective, several eternities in shadow realm torture hell ago - by playing a cruel prank and pretending to be dead, after, er, spending hours in a coma. The long shot of absolutely nobody finding this funny except her is so chef's kiss. Cringe icon. What are you doing.

More petty revenge, this time on Valon: stealing his motorbike to ride home, which presumably inconveniences her about as much as it inconveniences him, since she left her own motorbike there, and now has to ride a bike she isn't used to. Girl!!!

The entire trainwreck that is the DOMA team meeting with Dartz, in which she goes in asking for something, immediately fucks it up and insults Dartz to his face, beats a hasty retreat before he can reply either way, then does a cunty little hair flip on her way out as if the situation went entirely as planned (reader: it didn't)

She is a stubborn, independent Scorpio icon. Despite all the ways in which she gets done dirty by the narrative, she has a legitimately tragic arc in which she allows herself to be emotionally honest and is immediately betrayed and landed with deep, terrible trauma that she then has to grapple with all alone. She is in some ways like Beth Harmon if Beth Harmon was obsessed with Magic: The Gathering. I love her, and I am so sorry this is so long, and I could definitely write three times more. YGO best girl of my heart! Weird girls rise up!

BEST YGO GIRL: Round 3, Group D

Match 1

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Serena

The epitome of "kitten dreams of nothing but murder all day" Ppl talk about wanting morally gray women, but can't handle a child soldier who doesn't immediately roll over for the first person who tells her to. But she isn't heartless and clearly cares about ppl, seeing her get to actually have fun in her duel against Yugo was the best, and now with her in Duel Links we can see that in a casual environment, she is also the funniest silly little guy She's awesome and kicks ass for 90% of the show. Lunalights are so cool and one of my absolute favorite archetypes. She is such a badass opposing the Fusion Dimension. She also deserved better and more screentime.

Mai Kujaku

She basically walk so YGO can have bad bitches ultimate conwoman who can tell the difference between at least 40 different perfume smells. her first arc is learning how to connect to other people. like, when you think about, mai is literally similar to seto in the sense that she lost her parents when she was young and grew hardened to the world around her - except she didn't kill anyone (that we know of). battle city sees her lean into a damsel in distress, sure, but her oricalchos arc actually attempts to her trauma (something we don't get in the manga). she's literally a careless man's careful daughter idk what to tell y'all. vote for mai.

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Here's an angsty prompt idea for ya if you're needing one. Andrew is having a rough day and Neil is trying to help and Andrew says something uncommonly cruel to Neil. Even to Andrew it's horrible. Neil is hurt and just doesn't speak to Andrew for a while. Cue Andrew trying to make amends later that day/next day/whenever and Neil still won't speak to him. A fluffy ending would be nice but angst is so lovely for the core story I think. Please and Thank u so much love! ♥️

Pro Tip: to achieve Maximum Angst™, combine two angsty prompts. Sorry in advance, I feel awful to torture you like this

Also, can someone please tell me how to insert a fucking Readmore that works on mobile too?! I tried, but nothing works? :(

Prompts will be reopened tomorrow (Mon., July 3rd)

(holy shit this is so dramatic and angsty and sad and shit damnit)

They should have known better.

Andrew should have known better.

Neil should have known better.

But they did it anyway.

-

It starts with both of them being in a weird headspace. It’s some days before the anniversary of Neil’s abduction, and both of them are feeling antsy. Andrew wakes from nightmares about finding Neil dead on the street instead of finding his bag, which progress into nightmares about Drake abducting Neil. 

Neil dreams about people burning marks into his skin, about Lola’s voice and his father’s axe. 

They are like zombies with dark rings under their eyes, limbs heavy and brains clouded. 

Neil knows Andrew doesn’t want to be touched, and so he tries to hold back.

Andrew knows Neil is craving touches and cuddles, and so he tries to give too much. 

They lose themselves in the desperation to be there for each other, and it doesn’t end well.

-

They’re on the roof and smoking, and Neil keeps giving Andrew those little looks he thinks Andrew doesn’t notice. They’re sickly desperate and cute and it makes Andrew want to shove him off the roof. Neil is stupid, so stupid, to look at him like this. He could kill him any moment, or act like Drake and the others had towards him, and Neil wouldn’t stand a chance. Bee would call that pathological thoughts, but Andrew can’t fucking help them. Fuck Bee. Fuck Neil. Neil could easily find someone else, even though he says he doesn’t swing. What if it’s a lie? What if Neil notices that it’s not true one day, and wants to expand his horizon and fuck other people? Andrew would have to kill those people. The thought makes his throat clog up with rage. But someone else would be much healthier for Neil. Andrew can’t give Neil what he needs, like right now. He can see it in Neil’s eyes that all Neil craves right now is bodily contact, kisses, hand holding. And he’s right, oh so right, because a moment later, Neil leans over and asks in a small voice, “Andrew…? Yes or no?” and his pinky touches Andrew’s. 

Andrew stubs out his cigarette and pulls Neil into his lap and into a rough kiss that makes their teeth clank together. Neil pushes at his chest lightly, but not hard enough to shove him away. Andrew knows exactly that this kind of kiss isn’t the one Neil wants right now. He wants it soft and sweet, both things Andrew can’t give because he’s not worthy of anything soft and sweet. 

He flips them over so Neil is on his back and Andrew is hovering over him, hands holding on to Neil’s arms. Neil looks up at him like a deer in the headlight. 

“Trying to forget your nightmares?”, Andrew asks, his voice dry, feeling like sand in his mouth. 

Neil’s eyebrows furrow and he looks confused and Andrew just wants to punch him.

“I heard you, last night. You said my name.”, he goes on and no, he needs to stop because Neil’s eyes dart over his face insecurely, “Andrew, Andrew, Andrew. You were waiting for me to rescue you. Even in your dream.” 

“Andrew-”, Neil starts, going limp under him, but Andrew doesn’t let him go.

“Shh.”, Andrew shushes him, “…why do you trust me so much? Huh? I let you down. I didn’t get to you in time.” 

Neil now looks like a deer in the headlights again, and whispers, “No, you did, Andrew-”

“You’re stupid, Neil. You left a dangerous place and came running right back to me. You know, I could be like your father if I wanted to.” Darkness was throbbing in Andrew’s chest. 

Neil is staring up at him in shock. “Andrew-”

“I’ve killed people. And I could do it again, who knows? Maybe I’d even enjoy it? I know the right people to start a fucking mob on my own. Don’t you think that would be fun?”

“Andrew, stop saying things like this.”, Neil whispers but Andrew pushes himself lower down on Neil, putting more weight on the hands which are holding Neil’s arms down. 

“I could cut off your legs too, if I wanted to.”, he says, and reaches down with one hand quickly, grabbing Neil’s knee.

That’s what it takes.

“No!”, Neil pants out and uses his free hand to push hard at Andrew’s shoulder, bringing him off balance. And Andrew wants him to, he wants Neil to hit him and scream at him and leave to never return again. Pipe dream.

He rolls to his back, so close to the edge of the roof that he almost falls, and watches Neil take several steps back from him, arms wrapped around himself, expression hard and closed off. 

“Fuck off.”, Andrew whispers with a smile. 

-

Neil can’t forget it. He can’t forget the cruel way Andrew talked to him on the roof. He knows it’s because the time of the year, and he can tell himself it’s because Andrew’s in an awful headspace right now, but so is Neil, and instead of looking for Andrew right after the incident, trying to make up with him, he doesn’t. 

-

Andrew doesn’t go to practice and ignores his phone. 

He tells Bee what happened. She asks him how he thinks Neil is feeling right now, and if he thinks they can talk this out. Andrew doesn’t say anything for the rest of the appointment.

- 

Neil feels like shit. 

In practice, everything goes wrong. They lose their game on friday, and Neil storms off without a word to anyone. 

Everyone is concerned.

-

Something else happens some days after. 

Andrew decides to go to the roof to smoke at three in the morning, because he can’t sleep anyway, and maybe he can just jump off the roof. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would hurt enough to momentarily forget the pain in his chest which has been eating a hole through him since the day Neil stopped talking to him.

He goes up, climbs through the window, and halts in shock when he sees Neil perched on the edge of the roof. He’s smoking, too. Andrew is frozen, until he hears soft sniffles and sees Neil wipe at his eyes. 

He turns around and bolts back inside. He punches the wall hard enough to break his middle finger. 

-

Abby sends him to Bee for emergency councelling the next day. 

Andrew is quietly sipping his hot chocolate, finger in a bandage, while Bee rambles in her soft voice, about nothing in particular, like she sometimes does when he doesn’t talk at all.

Halfway through the session, there’s a loud, heavy knock on the door. Bee looks surprised and slightly confused, noone ever interrupts her appointments. 

Andrew turns his head to look who’s bold enough to disturb them.

Hot cocoa seeps through his pants when he drops the mug.

“You fucking idiot.” Neil storms into the room and falls to his knees in front of him. His hands hover over Andrew’s injured hand, not touching him, but clearly wanting to. “You fucking shitty idiot, Andrew Minyard.”, he repeats, and for the second time ever, Andrew is speechless. Neil’s brows are furrowed and his nose is scrunched up and he looks so angry, so angry that Andrew hurt himself. Andrew can’t look at him longer than a few seconds, because Neil is concerned for him with so much passion. 

Bee smiles softly into her own mug and leaves them alone. 

“I hurt you.” Andrew’s voice is hollow.

Neil nods and looks up at him, cold fire in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have asked you. I knew you weren’t feeling well. I hurt you just as much.”

Andrew shakes his head and wants to object, but Neil doesn’t let him. “I was mad at myself, more than at you. I should have known better. You, as well, but neither of us is innocent here.” Neil’s jaw hardens and he slowly stands up. “We’re going to deal with this. I won’t let either of us pull out of this-”, he gestures between them, “because we’re scared of ourselves and our past.” He turns to face Bee, who looks at him calmly. 

“Are you able to have both of us?” 

Andrew’s hand clenches around his mug. Bee smiles happily and nods. “Yes. Just come with Andrew to his next appointment.” 

Neil gives one short, hard nod and then flops down on the chair next to Andrew. 

-

In the end, they work through it.

It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, but they manage.

Two weeks after the incident, they hold hands again.

Two months after the incident, they kiss again.

Three months after, Andrew comes up one morning and hugs Neil and Neil goes rigid in shock for a second before melting into the hug.

The team is collectively breathing again.

They win their next games. 

They get better together. 

The two of them.