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Don’t look down, Baby Part 1/3

Dean x reader

Summary : Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him.

When we think of a guy our Y/n could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring, right ? Because who can compete with Dean ? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean ?

Characters : Dean Winchesters, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC)

Warnings : Angst, jealous Dean, Smut (unprotected sex -you’re smarter than this !-, oral, also kinda lame sex if it’s a warning), cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking... More warnings in the second part.

Wordcount : 6k (yes, just the part one... now you get why I cut it.)

Note : So for the Aestetic, I used the face of Jax Teller from Sons Of Anarchy, and you have to know, even if Abraham Hale looks like him, he is totally an OC.

This is writen both in Reader and Dean’s Pov. Dean’s thought are in italic.

Text divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

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September 16, 10:33pm

Dean’s POV

I always thought that when Y/n finds a guy, it would be the perfect douche I wanted for her. Some nice dude named Robert, a cop maybe, or a realtor with a friendly family.

He would annoy me to death with his stories about growing up in a farm, and call her Pumpkin. He would worry a little when she goes out with us because he thinks we drink too much when we’re together.

He would tear her from me and I would hate him for that. She would skip a hunt to meet his parents, another to spend a few days in the cabin he rented… But even if it breaks my heart, it would be exactly what I want for her, so I would let her go.

I had it all planned.

But, of course, she didn’t play by the rules.

And that guy is no Robert…

His loud manly laugh tears me from my thoughts. His tattooed hand wraps around his whiskey glass and I turn my head to that waitress that always gives me warm smiles, she’s staring at him now, with the sweetness that was once for me.

Abe.

Ex-gang member, Abe. Bad guy turned good. Raised by the widow of a gang member, in a violent environment, he already had a criminal record at fourteen, started selling guns before he was officially allowed to drink, ended up in prison at Twenty-two.

Sweet smile Abe. Reformed bad boy with an attitude. Became a hunter after he met a vampire gang and slew them to the last. Now defender of the good citizen, he found his fight, and the hunters talk about him as one of the bests.

Afraid of nothing and ready to fight, charismatic, alpha Abe. His muscular arm in the back of my girl, his long blond hair falling on his face when he lights up a cigarette in a grunt of content while she touches his neck.

Abe. My new nemesis.

“So Dean” he says with his deep voice hoarse from smoking too much. “How did you meet my girl ?”

I met her on a hunt, invited her to my room and took her on that wall. Do you remember, Y/n ? Don’t look down baby, look at me.

“On a hunt.”

“That’s how I met her too” he smiles and kisses her temple. “Seems like we have a lot in common.”

“Looks like we do” I state.

Her eyes darken and she turns her head, I know how to read her, she is pissed, and I don’t even know why. I did nothing, I said nothing, and her rock-and-roll version of prince charming is worshiping her, so what causes that bitterness ?

What is it, baby ? Am I missing something ?

“So I heard your brother and you have this fucking palace ?” he gives me a corner smile, smoke coming out of his nose.

“Who told you that ?” I grunt.

What is the point of a secret bunker if it is as secret as a freaking tweet ?

He chuckles and takes a sip of his whiskey, not answering.

Abe never answers all the questions he is asked, maybe it is some cool thing for guys like him, maybe it is his way of look mysterious or powerful. What is sure is, as annoying as it is, it freaking works. But each time he smirks with his eyes lost in the bottom of his glass in a little huff instead of speaking, I get closer to losing it and smashing his pretty face on the table.

“I told him” she says almost coldly. “Like you did all your friends, Abe is my boyfriend, Dean.”

I nod. What can I say, she’s right after all. She’s always right…

She was right about that cop being the bad guy the first time we hunted together, right about the fact that my so-called bond with Amara would fade the second she gets whatever she wanted. She was right about Jack being a good kid but dangerous enough to need to be watched and educated instead of pushed away. Right about Mary hurting me more than I admitted…

She was right when she said I was wrong. The day I told her we shouldn’t sleep together again, that she should just ignore that thing between us and jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but me…

I really say that : any of them. I did.

Did you choose Abe just to annoy me, baby ? To prove a point ? You had to bring a guy who would beat me at my own grumpy-loner-badass-crap-drink-too-much game, right ?

“That place sounds sure awesome, because Y/n keeps coming back to it” he states, not letting me know the true meaning he puts in that sentence, his piercing blue eyes free of any emotions on the surface.

“Well it’s home for her” I say, and that bastard chuckles. “Is it funny ?”

“Not at all !” he says with a warm and kind laugh, and a friendly tap on my shoulder. “You should relax Dean, you look like the bar is full of demons !”

I stay stern, I know I should probably look friendly, but I rarely hated someone nice that much.

He gets up and kisses her head before he walks away, his manly way to move catching women’s attention, and some men’s too. One of his hand goes through his blond hair while he walks to the bathroom with the other hand deep in his jeans’ pocket.

“So… Abe, huh ?” I ask, the second he’s gone.

I should be more coherent, I know. I want her gone, but I want her for me. I was sure I was ready to see her with someone else, it’s been three years. Three years ! After we only made love six times. She is not mine, she never was.

And I thought calling her Baby in my head would make me strong. It’s a weird feeling, like I could let her be happy, but still feel special. I would have been the passion of her youth, the one that died young and of which she would think a little when she rocks her baby in her pretty house…

I had somehow romanticized my heartbreak.

But that doesn’t feel romantic at all. And all I can think of is that he is passion too, I’m not dead, and I just have to see him touch her and imagine them at night…

“Yes” she says, still with that bitterness in her voice. “You could make an effort, Dean. He has been nothing but nice, and you act like he’s an enemy.”

“I haven’t decided if he is one yet.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

I recognize hurt. My Y/n, when she’s hurt, she gets angry. Always. And I made her angry so often. Her irritation is growing, I can see it in her burning eyes.

“You can’t do that” she says low. “You can’t treat him like that, no one gives you the right.”

“And him ?” I dare asking, staring at her reddened face. “Does he treat you right ?”

Her eyes fills with tears again and her jaw clenches.

“Better than you did, you mean ?” her words feel like a stab in my heart.

Reader’s POV

I didn’t want to say that, it came out by itself.

I’m thin-skinned lately. I feel like I could cry or scream any moment, all the time. My emotions have always been loud, my sensibility overwhelming, but for a few weeks I’m drowning.

The fact that I decided to try to get over Dean Winchester probably caused that.

A long time ago, I thought living with Dean without ever having him would be the worst, then I saw him with other women and was convinced I was mistaking before : the worst was definitely that. How wrong was I ?

The worst is having had him. Not once, but several times, each time a little more intimate. More kisses, more touches, more suspended seconds watching in each other’s eyes… Until we spent that night together, that last night, and he fell asleep against me for the first time.

It was over. It was too much for Dean, and not enough for me.

Dean Winchester can’t belong to anyone, not again. He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend, and he doesn’t want me to be his girl ; who am I to insist ?

“Well, that’s a minimum” he answers in a soft groan after a little while, and my heart breaks because I just did what I swore I would never do : Reproach him for any of it.

“I’m sorry” I sigh, thinking of those weeks after the last night, when I had to hide the worst pain I ever felt because I didn’t want him to feel bad about not wanting me.

I still do... -feel that pain and try to hide- because Abe or not, I still live with Dean and he doesn’t deserve to carry my pain on top of the world on his shoulders.

“Can you at least try ?” I beg, low, seeing my boyfriend getting out of the restroom but stopping next to the door to talk to someone he obviously knows.

“Yes” Dean answers. “I’m just… He’s a hunter and…”

“He’s a good man” I assure him, looking at Abe walking toward us above Dean’s shoulder. “He comes from a dark place, like us, but he is a good man.”

September 21, 08:12pm

“That place is crazy !” Abe says, sitting at the table of the library. “I have never seen anything like this.”

While Sam tells him a little more about the bunker, I look at my boyfriend.

I stare at him, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable impression, that feeling screaming that he doesn’t belong here ; because if he doesn’t belong in the bunker, then he probably just has nothing to do in my life.

A lot of memories cross my mind, like it happens a lot lately.

The memory of entering the bunker for the first time and deeply knowing that, as long as I am welcome here, this would be my home. Because it just feels right and because, even if I’m not the granddaughter of Henri Winchester, he trusted me with this place, as much as he trusted his family. That man actually welcomed me like Mary never really did, like I was just as legit as blood.

At his frank smile, the memory of meeting Abe crosses me too. I was alone in this hunter bar, trying to get information for a case. I hadn’t told Sam and Dean that I would go there, because I know how much uncomfortable the hunter community makes them. And I was introduced to him : Abraham Hale. I found him so beautiful, with his mischievous smile that seemed to mock the entire world, his wheat blond hair and his tattoos. Something felt so safe about him, not because he looked like a bad boy, but because he was light and happy, laughing at everything and taking nothing seriously… All that Dean wasn’t.

I loved his wild energy right away. Abe was like the drums in a rock song, like summer wind. In his arms, I forgot about Dean for a few seconds a day during the first weeks. We spent days sleeping and having sex behind the curtains of that motel room, hiding from summer heat, and nights drinking and listen to rock music...

But now I look at him, his bright blue eyes seem pale next to the deep green looking back, and his beauty is bland.

“Thank you for showing me your home, Treasure” he says, putting a tender hand on my back like he always does.

And my eyes cross Dean’s.

I know what he’s thinking, he’s cringing at the nickname, and that reminds me why I am with Abe : Dean never gave me a nickname, he never called me anything else than my name, he will never and even when others do, he thinks it’s lame and cheesy.

Dean’s POV

That hurt on her face again.

Baby, you can’t look at me like that each time he calls you Treasure . I don’t like it, but you’re supposed to do.

This is much harder than I thought, and I was aware it would be impossible.

Each and every one of his actions makes me face my own contradictions : The more loving he is, the more I want to push him away from her. But the more she seems distant and to have her head in the clouds, the more it eases the pain. Am I selfish enough to hate her happiness even though I love her ?

I was in control, during those three years not touching her, my heart was aching with craving and my soul was screaming at me to make her love me. But as much as the heartbreak was constant, I had chosen it. I was in control.

I never realize that it was only bearable because she was still here, my partner, my best friend, my roommate. Mine.

Now she took it back. She raised her middle finger right in my face and decided she wouldn’t be mine anymore.

And that is a whole new level of pain.

I don’t sleep when she’s not home, and sometimes food just won’t let me eat it. She texts during our movie nights and wears that pendant he gave her. I hate that pendant because it reminds me I never gave her a present. Not once in all those years.

“Another drink ?” Y/n asks him with the bottle in her hand.

“Don’t you drive ?” I cut him before he answers and I see her eyes shoot me with imaginary bullets.

I’m sorry Baby but it’s movie night tonight, can’t he just leave already ?

“He’s right” she says giving me a little hope that she will ask him to leave soon. “You should stay for the night.”

My breathing gets stuck in my lungs.

No Baby, don’t do that to me. Please.

“With pleasure !” he smiles.

September 21, 11:49pm

Reader’s Pov

He grabs my thigh to lift it a little and grunt in my ear. His kisses are hot on my neck, his heavy body moving cautiously on top of me.

My eyes are on the ceiling, my hands on his sweaty muscular back and I wait.

Damn, what is happening ? He’s close, I am going to fake it ? I swore I would never fake, I swore if the guy can’t get me there, he should know, but… Abe is not the problem, I am.

I just watch the ceiling wondering what is wrong with me. He did everything right, nice foreplays and those love words he always has for me. But nothing seems to turn me on anymore, and without the need and the pleasure, his thrusts are just uncomfortable and I feel weird.

Come already.

I sigh. I know what is making this impossible. Dean. This fucker is the last I had in my own bed, the only one in fact. And everything reminds me that Abe is not Dean fucking Winchester !

“You okay Treasure ?” he pants in my ear, nibbling at it.

I’m not a freaking snack, what is it with his mouth and teeth always ?

“Yes” I fake a moan. “I’m close Abe, come.”

Just don’t be loud, that would be so awkward.

When he loses rhythm, I close my eyes at the relief, it won’t be long now, make it stop. He shakes a little and grunt loud, filling the condom inside of me ; and, to make my fake moans credible, I clench my walls around him one time or two, rolling my eyes at his proud groan.

Sex with Abe used to be so much more than this. I'm getting frustrated. Did I break something in me ? Why can't I enjoy anything anymore ?

He rolls on my side, panting, and smiles tenderly at me. He’s beautiful, I have to admit that, and he’s nice and loving.

“You’re amazing” he hums. “I guess I can’t smoke in your bedroom ?”

“I don’t mind” I answer sincerely. “The air co is magical, just, don’t smoke more than one.”

He sits on the bed to get his pants, his beautiful tattooed back on me. The smoke flies in pretty wreath. I put my hand on the lion tattooed on his back. It suits him, with his solar attitude and his confidence, his beautiful blond hair…

Yet I keep longing for my wolf.

Dean’s Pov

Now I know I could kill him. And now I know what the limit amount of pain I can take is.

I pace my room like a crazy man. He is taking her, my Baby. He is sinking inside of her and stealing pleasure. Does she wrap her legs around him like she always did with me ? To push me deeper. Is she as responsive ? As lost in pleasure as she was ? With that way only she has too beg for more with her entire body, voice strangled and arms caging me the best she can…

Is she…

“F-fuck…” I whine, holding my heart.

I think I just felt it break.

Baby…

Breathing is painful now, I feel like I’m drowning.

Baby… Why did you have to do that to me ? I know I hurt you but your revenge is unbearable.

I sit on my bed, still holding my chest.

I can’t take it, you know.

“Shit” I grunt.

How can this kind of familiar panic attack be back ? How can this hurt so much ? It’s not Hell, it’s not Purgatory…

“It is Hell” I say out loud.

Loosing you, Baby. It’s Hell. Do you love him ? Because…

“Fuck, I love her” I whine.

September 28, 06:05pm

Sitting in my “Fortress of Deanitude”, I wait. The tray with snacks is there, beers too, and Netflix is ready for our next episode of Stanger Things.

But there is a big chance she won’t come. Our movie nights are getting rarer and rarer, like our time together in general. And this place is slowly becoming a Fortress of Solitude…

You never know how much you need something until you lost it, right ? I was stupid enough to think I could be stronger than the need for her and now look at me, alone in that big empty room in a bigger emptier bunker.

All I can think of is how much each day pulls her closer to him and further from me. They are building memories in which I’m not, they are building an intimacy that I lost three years ago. She will forget me and he will have her, maybe even make her change a little, until one day she is among those people who talk about their personal tastes by saying “we”. “We prefer red wine”.

Ew.

Is he going to change my girl, for real ? Make her love Led Zeppelin a little less, make her a little less her, make her want other things, another life, need me less ? Our things will become unimportant and be replaced by all kind of other things I have no idea about.

I take a long sip of my glass. It’s not like I had my word to say anyway. I lost her. I lost her in the worst way possible : willingly.

But just when I’m about to get up and go put the snacks away, she opens the door, panting a little, like she had ran.

“Dean” she says entering the room. “I’m sorry. There was an accident on the road and the traffic was disturbed.”

You were at his place, Baby, and you ran to me ?

A little smile lights up my face when her presence revive my heart.

“It’s okay” I say.

“I’m late, but I have…” she takes her hand out of her purse. “Giant skittles !”

“You found them ?” I smile, sitting straighter when she hands me a bag.

Our things are not all gone. And she still cares about me and about our time together.

“Yup ! I made Abe stop in every shop yesterday.”

So you think of me when you’re with him, Baby ? Have you ever thought of me while he was inside of you ?

“Sit” I pat the armchair next to mine. “Let’s find out if Dusty’s girlfriend exists !”

“I really hope !” she exclaims, taking off her jacket.

I try not to look at her, but when she quickly takes off her jeans to slip in her pajamas pants, I swallow hard. Those thighs could have been for me, and I could have watched the show while holding her.

She sits with her knees up against her chest in the big chair next to me, and takes a beer. My eyes are glued to her, looking for anything unusual, and fearing it more than anything in the same time.

“What ?” she calls me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing, I…” have no idea how to finish this sentence.

“I’m still okay you know ?” she says without looking at me, playing with the label of her beer bottle. “You always stare at me like something had happened to me. I know what you think of Abraham, but he doesn’t treat me bad.”

Reader’s Pov

“I’m sorry” he sighs. “You know how protective I can get. Especially with you…”

A chuckle escapes me and I know he doesn’t like it, but protective with me ? He broke my heart. He ripped it and threw it on the floor because I had said those words.

“Yeah…” I nod, nibbling at my lip. “You won’t find bruises on me.”

He doesn’t answer.

When did we become like this ?

After a silence, he hands me candies and presses play. But, chewing on sugar and my eyes on the screen, I keep my full attention on him.

I have everything any girl would want : A lover with hot blood, beauty and a heart of gold. But I'm not any girl, and the only thing I want is Dean Winchester. The genius who thinks he's dumb, the scared little boy who lost his mom, the leader, the victim of his fate, the killer, the loyal friend, the rebel, the torturer, the perfect brother, the wary hunter, the crappy dancer ; grumpy Dean, childish Dean, stubborn Dean, all of Dean...

I look at him and my eyes travel down his neck, his beard is fighting to grow back there but I know he won't let it. The slow movements of his chest are mesmerizing. My eyes go down, to his thighs and crotch...

I really shouldn't let myself look there but his smell and aura are like a mermaid song and I'm drowning. His strength is radiating of him and I feel myself respond to it in everyone of my heartbeats.

He could make me scream. He always did, so easily. Dean made me cry of pleasure more than once, sometimes without any effort, the brushes of his fingers, the burning of his kisses... And when he finally buried himself inside of me, it was like a firework in Heaven. He never had to do anything really special...

And now I wonder : Is something broken about me ? Abe is passionate and loving, we used to work great, he was easy as whiskey. And he loves me. Why am I unable to enjoy any of it lately ?

My eyes trace the bump in Dean’s pants and I remember the simple ecstasy of feeling his cock twitch for me. Dean... I bite my lip to hold back the moan hanging on my tongue. His thigh moves a little, strong muscles hidden in his jeans, and I think of his stomach contracting that time he came on my tongue. I…

“I see you” his deep serious voice hits the air like thunder.

I look up to meet his eyes and realize I have been staring at his crotch, licking my lips and probably visibly holding back moans.

“Do you need something ?” he asks with a proud aura on his face.

I want to punch that expression off of his perfect features.

I look down and sigh. Yes, I do. I need him, not only want like I would like to think, but need indeed. I need him to feel my body, to make it alive, and to hear my soul breathe again.

“Dean…” I just say.

Like it was an answer or reproach but of course, he hears it for what it is.

A call.

So he gets up, suddenly so tall that he eclipses the TV, the light and my will. He comes in front of me, standing there, making me look up timidly through my lashes. His strong hand lands cautiously on my cheek, gently holding my face while I lean on his touch.

I can resist him. I can.

I think of Abe's sweet smile, of his deep voice and his arms around me. I think of this night he told me about jail and I tried all I could to make him feel safe again, that was a beautiful moment... We are something beautiful Abe and me. We are going to make it right, to make it count. Right ?

As my heart fights itself, playing all the love songs I know at once in my head in a deafening dim of emotions, my eyes fill with tears. I know what is going to happen, and the cruel god writing my story can stop there, the end is already obvious.

I can't resist Dean. I just can't.

And Abe will cry, right ? He trusts me. He will take his bag and yell maybe, the sun inside of him will get clouded, he will drive away. Then I will let my body slide on the door frame, unable to hold my weight up, because I will have broken the only man that ever truly loved me.

I look down to hide the pain from Dean, but he knows me better.

"I can leave" he says.

But it's the last thing I want because I miss him, I miss him like a part of me died years ago and I still feel empty and cold... I miss him when I'm alone, and even more when I'm not.

When he's about to move, take a step back to leave me alone, I grab his belt and hold him in place firmly. I have no plan, no solid thought, but I know I can't be away from him for now. He smells both like the most familiar home and the wildest dream.

My other hand grazes the fabric of his jeans on his thigh, I close my eyes for a second and a little whimper escapes me. I started touching Dean less than a day after meeting him, and it seems I can't be around him without having my hands on his body.

He hums, staring down at me, bow legs slightly parted like he needed balance, like he was gripping the floor for both of us. Dean had always been my anchor. His shoulders look wider from down here and I want nothing more than letting my hands grab his butt to rub my cheek on his crotch like a cat marking its territory.

"Touch me like you need it, Baby" he murmurs and a little sob escapes me unexpectedly.

He never ever called me Baby.

He never gave me any nickname like he never gave me the place I thought I could take in his heart. And Abe, he calls me Treasure. He welcomed me in his heart...

"What's wrong ?" Dean asks like he didn't know.

Dean Winchester is the world's greatest hero, saved basically everyone's life without any reward, and for this he is a saint ; and still, he's the one that is going to be the end of me. Hero or not, he's my villain.

"Everything is wrong, Dean" I answer in a broken voice. "Everything."

He squats in front of me and my hand panics at losing my grip on his belt so it grasps his flannel like my life depends on it.

"Not everything" he whispers, bending to let his poisonous lips graze my skin.

My treacherous mouth opens in reflex at the proximity of his, making him respond by biting my lower lip. I whimper again and pull him closer.

"I got you" he states, letting his burning lips trace down my chin and my neck followed by his thumb, scratching my skin with his short nail. And I catch fire.

I let my head falls back and I surrender totally.

That's how bad he is for me : I could let him break my heart again without an hesitation, after it took me years to recover just enough to just function. And oh, I will. I will shatter the heart of the man that trusts me just to let Dean selfishly remind me how much I love him.

His breath is burning my skin, spreading in the fabric of my t-shirt when he buries his face on my chest, opening his mouth wide to pretend to bite my breast, hand cupping my sides like he had missed me for real. I let go of the plaid fabric to grip the short strand of his hair like I can.

"Dean..." the moan I have been holding comes out, filling the room with sin and the echo of future lies.

"I got you" he repeats.

His hungry hands seize my jeans and tear it open, fighting the metallic button's resistance brutally. The fabric hurts my lower back in a last resistance but is ripped off of me the second after, taking my panties in its way.

And before I can sit straighter now that I'm on the edge of the chair, before I can talk, think or breath. Dean's anaconda arms grab my thighs firmly and his burning breath is on my folds.

"Wh-" I start but what can I say now.

He kisses my folds like no men ever did : like he was in love with that part of me. An open mouth kiss, tongue eagerly lapping my juice from my entrance to my clit.

"AH !" I scream, arching my back but Dean doesn't take a second to breathe, burying his face on me.

I squirm, licking my lips like I was kissing him back but the place he is devouring can only respond with throbs and getting soaked, which is does.

I'm panting, I'm being eaten by the flames of that indescribable pleasure that is back. My stomach is shaking, my temples are beating so loud. I suck a breath when he sucks at my clit, moist hand gripping the leather of the chair.

"Dean" I moan again in the subdued light of the warm room.

He answers with a hum, and his nimble tongue pushes at my entrance, making my thighs shake violently in the vise grip of his arms.

I can't escape what Dean does to me so I let go.

My whole body falls backward when I come, harder than I have in years, holding his hair so tight it might hurt him, legs shaken by electricity, back arching and chest fighting itself to breath. My sensible clit seems to have nerves in my whole body and I fall silent, covered in sweat, suffocated by a forbidden crushing orgasm.

I whimper desperately, limp and lost, panting in the chair like I didn't realize yet what just hit me. But Dean knows what he's doing, he knows where this goes.

He opens his jeans, I can feel it even though I don't see him, my head still back, moaning at the caresses of his tongue on my neck. I bite my lip hard, hand moving from the arm of the chair to his, to feel his eagerness.

And he grabs my thighs harshly, making me fall on the floor with him and holds my back when I can't, keeping me against him.

"So wrong..." I whisper in a dying echo of my disgrace.

His hand grasps my face firmly and makes me look at him. His eyes have this fire in them, he clenches his jaw when I roll my lips a little, wetting his craved cock on me, dying of being finally filled by him.

"Keep your eyes on me" he groans, grabbing his length to guide it at my throbbing entrance.

"Dean..." I moan, fingers reaching his stomach under his clothes to feel it tremble.

"Eyes on me baby" he repeats low.

Dean's Pov

She can't think of him. Not now. I need her with me, I need her for me.

Feel me, baby.

I smile slightly when she dives her unfocused pupils in my eyes. She's perfect and I love her ; but I must say when she seems to surrender so completely to my touch, that's when forgot why I asked her to stay away.

When I enter her, her phone lights up once again in her back, on the floor. I groan loud as she wraps me like only she can, like she was trying to suck me inside her core. She's shaking, she's fighting to keep her eyes on me and I'm fighting that urge to grab her phone and shatter it in a million pieces against the wall.

She gasps, her body threatening to fall back so I hold her.

That's it baby, stay with me, feel me, let me take you like I used to when you were mine.

My hand fists her hair and my mouth gets attracted to her pulse point so I bend to suck at it, barely thrusting for now, just enjoying to be inside of her, feeling her pulsating with desire, the concrete hard floor digging in my knees.

Her arms wrap around me, she cling to me and I try to ignore my jealousy shouting at me.

Baby, you try to ignore me but can he do that to you ? Can he turn you into a purring cat like that ?

"Dean" she moans, clenching around me, her thighs trying to get herself even closer so she takes me impossibly deeper.

"Say you want me" I murmur against her skin in a voice I barely recognize.

"I want you" she gives in, exhaling in my ear.

Behind her, her phone lights up one more time with a text : "I found us a case in California, Treasure."

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senatortedcruz · 2 years ago

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I love how these bimbo influencers are presenting themselves as something cool and subversive, when they are taking the path of least resistance. What is it that makes people embrace bad or straight up reactionary ideas just bc parts of an aestetic appeals to them. You can like pink and makeup and still keep your backbone.

it's the aestheitcs, ppl really value vibes above all else these days

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sharkylad · 4 years ago

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Can you give me tips on character design and how to make them more appealing

Okay. Recently I made human designs for Night in the Wood characters and I was oddly happy with them.

And here's just some other general tips!

Another tip I couldn't really include-

•Look at stuff! Look at aestetics, art challenges, random objects! You can turn any of those things into creative character designs! I personally struggle a bit with this one but it doesn't mean it's not worth trying!

As for appeal, I genuinely have no idea. Appeal I personally believes comes with skill and personal charm. Try to create something you would think is really cool if you saw somewhere else.

If you need advice on more subtle shape language or colors I feel Mushy would be more of help. She's great at making simular characters extremely distinct with basic form differences and I am in love with her colors and color theory-

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neonthecrazy · 4 years ago

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ok, so we may or may not get a teaser for persona 6 this year, it's been a hot minute since any persona stuff has come out, and if they announce another P5 spinoff it could easily come with a P6 teaser attached. regardless of if anything is announced for P6 it will be bare minimum... I want to say 2-5 years till it's relleased in Japan. that being said im going to aimlessly rattle of things I would like to see in persona 6 knowing that none of my followers/mutuals care about the random ass jrpg I just started rebloging stuff about one day (btw hey mutuals I know I don't talk a lot but know i love all of you <3). so let us began the hyperfixiation rant:

give us a female protagonist

retro-gameboy menu aestetic, like in P5 you whip out your phone to fast travel and look at texts, except your MC pulls out a brand safe Nintendo DS to look at character stats and manage healing items

punk rock soundtrack, maybe just my personal biases, but persona 3 had a soundtrack filled with industreal sythrock (I think that's what you call it) that made you feel like you where in a cyberpunk-esk strange destorted world, reflecting the ambiance, P4 had this happy popy soundtrack that hoped to brighten your day and help you stand tall no matter how foggy the situation gets, and P5s smooth jazz and contemporary helping to give the game a calming atmosphere and this deep meloncally and nostalgia for better days, falling in line with the game being about making the world a better place through vigilante acts, if P6 is going to be green themed, like P5 red or P4 yellow, then themes of growth and understanding of one's self may come at the cost of breaking free of oppressive things keeping you down, hence punk rock.

make party members more special, let's take ann from P5 for example, she is the resident mage archetype of the group and does fire magic, by the end of her progression she has conncentrate (2.5 times damage to your next spell) blazing hell (severe fire damage to all enemys) and fire amp/boost (passives that give 25% and 50% fire damage increase respectively), my issue here is: I can make a persona that does way better then that in an afternoon, and then some, with no elemental weakness, ann ain't special. BUT, consider insta-kill abilitys for a moment, they only come in bless and curse elements, they can be very dangerous and quickly end fights, so when Atlus wants an enemy to be tough, they make them null to bless and curse. what if ann had FIRE elemental instakills? they would cost a lot of sp and would only get about a mediam chance of working to balance out, but ann would become essential in finishing fights quick when normal insta-kills are nulled. And with no way to get that kind of ability for yourself, you have to lean on your party more, if they gave something like this to all the party members, it could get really interesting.

normally if your MC dies, it's game over, why is it like that? can it not be like that anymore? thanks.

now that I think about it when you loose a fight can we get a big goofy GAME OVER pop up on the screan?

I want this games talking animal mascot to be a bird, no I will not elaboate

can we have gay romance options? in persona 5 we can romance an alcoholic reporter we meet on the street, but not our best friend with which we kill God with and find ourselves inseparably attatched to, in persona 3 you could romance a middle schooler but not someone of the same gender. WHY

a change to the one more system, let us get a one more from healing. make it so that when you heal a party member from bellow half health to full you get a one more, as I feel that healing is always the only thing a party member can do on there turn, as opposed to attacking and baton passing and doing massive damage to an enemy, healing disrupts the flow, as does debufing enemys, maybe they can have a confidont perk that makes it so that you get a one more from debufing a previous undebufed target?

technicals are cool and all, but P6 should pump the breaks after royal gave you technical levels, it's a time sink i don't think was needed, set the chance of a technical to knock down at a static 50%,

for baton pass I would keep the levels of it, but change the way to rank it up because the the darts minigame was cool twice then it was all over

more then just two combats tracks, maybe slight remixes of them for different dungeons/palaces

P4 let you go back to old dungeons to grind, P5 had momentos for in between palaces, it got kinda annoying how easily you could plow through them, maybe you get, like, a gladiator Arena where the game throughs progesivly harder miniboses at you, with a jose like vender to pay for more exp rewards, and it will cap the difficulty intermittently so you arnt over leveled before the next Palace even opens up

give the MC more agency in the story, in P5 your response doesn't really matter, often having the same reply no matter what you say and only really controlling how quickly you rank with a character.

have other characters ignowedge our romance options, even if its unvoiced lines, I romance makoto and was waiting for sae to say something at the very least offhand about it, and got nothing

can we nix the fusion alarm? I founditmore annoying then anything else, a just want to fuse my persona I peace

#persona 5 #persona #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona series #persona 6 #p5

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mine-curse · 4 years ago

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One of the biggest things the dsmp and homestuck have in common is not only that they have a billion characters but also some very critical ways of having a billion characyers.

(Also all /rp, for this post im just talking about characterization and aesthetics, I do think cc! vibes and streaming style, and the fact that the story is presented through streams has a really big impact, and wind up being a major factor in what sets it apart from homestuck and other things like it, but that's kind of a huge topic and deserves its own post(s). So I am just talking about the characters as they exist in 'cannon')

Aesthetics are very important. And while the word aesthetics is usually used in a visual sense, i think it applies a little broader than that. To be imprecise, i think "aesthetics" is more like a "vibe" or a "brand" (at least a brand in the modern contentcreator semi-ironic kind of way). Something that I've observed in both dsmp and homestuck (and other popular fandomable projects) is that aestetics can basically become a substitute/supplement for super developed characterization, and/or what one would generally consider "character design". This might even be more effective since its easier for people to project and have fun interpreting, and sharing those interpretations. I have a theory that if something is kinda "deep", but not all the way "deep" it can actually be more effective in generating a big Fandom, since theorizing and writing meta about a character can be more fun if there are more "gaps" to fill in. And doing this let's people feel closer and more invested in the story. Similarly I think characters having strong aesthetic elements, but also still having a heavy level of vagueness or abstraction in the visuals allows artists a similar level of freedom and personal expression. This is one of the elements dsmp and homstuck share the most. The "character art" in either is not the most detailed (mostly), but every character is still individually recognizable and has some kind of "gimick" that can be included in fanart. As some random examples its stuff like:

Ranboo's color scheme and crown and grass block, and half enderman, and memory book, and suit, or

Vriska and her blue, and robo arm, and 8s, and spiders, and dice and being a fairy, or

Techno and his blood and crown and arctic and swords and pig and potatoes and anarchy and more blood or

Dave Strider and his discs and gears and lava and puppets and sword and sunglasses

Its been years since I properly read homestuck or activly looked at fanart, but I can still remember most of the characters clearly, some of the ancestor trolls are a little more spotty, but the kids and all of the main trolls are burned into my mind forever, which is impressive for something I started reading a decade ago. And I think a lot of that is due to the simplicity, but directness of the designs and characterization.

Having a bunch of distinct characters also means there is room for everyone to have multiple favorites, or just more chance that a character will fall directly into someone's strike zone. And in my experience at least, something can have the best plot and worldbuilding and be deep and meaningful but it'll never become a 'favorite' unless its got characters that hit that "strike zone". It also opens the door for endless combinations of character interaction and relationships both in Canon and Fandom, and I think a lot of Fandom is much more built off characters than any other story telling element because they are the easiest thing to latch onto and "play with" (as kinda described above).

(I had a whole thing about character relationships and how they are a big element for fandom development here but it got really off topic so I removed it and I'll post it separately later...)

And I do want to clarify that I in no way think its inherent negative to not have a truly "deep" plot or characters. For one thing, it is impossible for something to be objectively "deep", especially since its a quality that seems to be reliant on authorial intent, which is basically impossible to determine. Especially for something like dsmp where the fandom and creators are in such direct communication with each other. Basically I think its a good thing for people to become involved and invested in media, to be creative and think critically about things are ultimately net positives. And while there are absolutly downsides I do think its cool for the fandom to be so directly involved in the story of the dsmp, with certain fanon things being acknowledged and becoming canon, its able to be a collaborative story between both the different creators and the fandom.

#dsmp rp #dsmp analysis #dream smp #should i crosstag this as home stuck?#eeehhh i memtioned it enough times that it might show up in the tags anyways...#sorry if thats a bother to you all /gen #feel free to add comments if you have any #i love talking about this sort of stuff #ramblings

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yandere-daydreams · 6 years ago

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Hi there! So I'm a big fan of your writing and finally decided to start a yandere blog of my own. I was wondering if you had any tips or suggestions to help me get started, whether for writing about yanderes or just on running a blog. Thank you!

I should have a few tips, let’s start with the ‘blog’ part though.

~Tagging. The tags you use are honest so important, so I’d recommend keeping track of them. Tag AUs, Characters, Pairing, everything. It’ll help your audience find your work, of course, but it’ll make finding a specific older post way easier, too.

~I’d recommend having something to draw followers in, too. My first post was actually a Prompt List, which kinda helped to ‘jumpstart’ my blog. Also, make sure your ask box is actually open. It seems like a dumb, unlikely mistake, but… I speak from experience.

~Aestetic is very important if you’re just starting out. If you’re focusing on Yanderes, I’d recommend the classic ‘Soft But Psycho’ look, but it’s more of a personal choice. Avoiding reblogging or posting non-yandere content is pretty standard as well, but there’s some room for variation.

And as for the actual… you know… writing;

~If you’re having trouble with dialogue, just try reading it… as it’s written, for lack of a better phrase. Emphasize the words you’ve emphasized, change anything you have to read twice, try to avoid cultural phrases, etc… There’s a big difference between ‘I am going to find you’ and ‘I will find you’.

~Don’t get too wrapped up in your own narrative. I know it’s difficult, but you aren’t your reader. You might understand small changes in characterization, or rationalize unwritten information, but that doesn’t mean your audience will.

~Oh, and keep your characters human. Let them cry, or yell, or break down. Yanderes aren’t always cool and composed, because that gets boring really quickly. Emotions are going to be your best friend, so you might as well use them.

#personal #anon ask #Writing tips #yandere writing tips #yandere

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falsebooles123 · 2 years ago

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Diary of a Horror Buff 8.26.22

Ok so I did some car shopping and we've definetly clarified a few things so thats good so lets relax and watch a bunch of short films because we cool cool like that.

Whistle and I'll Come To You (2010) dir. Andy de Emmony

Ok so this is probable one of my favorite adaptations so far. If you haven't ever whistle and I'll come to you then your in for a treat.

Also Please Read this Great adaptation if you want a taste.

the basic story is that a man goes to investigate some ruins and finds a strange whistle, he in jest blows in it but soon he is haunted

BY A SPECTER WHO COMES TO HARINGUE YOU FOR YOUR cRiMeS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

This version is a modern adaptation which is honestly kinda refreshing. In this one an old pensioner checks his catatonic wife into a nursing home and spend some time at a seaside hotel that they had previous spent time in in there youth. He finds a curious ring in the sand and the story plays out roughly the same with nightly visits by a mysterious specter.

I loved this because it touched a bit close to home. I have been a caretaker for both my mother and grandmother and caretaker horror if it can called that calls apon a very poignant level of emotion that goes into that dynamic.

Watching somebody you love slowly die before they ever truly stop breathing is the real horror. Being Trapped in a failing body and mind is the real horror. why should we care about life after death when we have to live with death during life.

Ok so thinking of this movie made me sad again so lets watch somebody saw there head off of something.

Midnight Story (2017) dir. Jinanavin Veerapatra, Chaloempong Balpala

Ok so I kinda love how her mother like look at all these scary pictures of you being scared by monsters under the bed lol.

oh god did that get fucked up real quickly.

so we go from a third person perspective to a first as the little girl creeps down the stairs. Her parents are fighting and that fighting becomes violent. The parents morph into hidious creatures and began fighting again until they see there daughter and start chasing her.

this is an absolutely amazingly shot film and it is terrifrying and fucked up thank you for that.

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Woman Who Stole Fingers (2010) dir. Saori Shiroki

CW: Body Horror, stealing peoples joints

ok so this is a animated short film about a women who steals a little boys fingers and toes and as you can imagine kinda fucks up his life cause he kinda needs those to balance and grab things.

I'm not really sure what this movie is about child abuse??? but it is definetly bizarre and uncanny.

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Be Your Own Dentist dir. Jon Sims

Oh god I think I might be sick.

CW: Teeth gore.

Ok so this is a 7 minute meditation track were Katya, the only high-class russian whore, teaches us how to pull out our own teeth with a surgical grade titanium pair of pliers.

It makes me gag it makes me choke and as someone who has had very bad teeth in my life hits way way way to close to home.

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100.000 Acres of Pine dir. Jennifer Alice Wright

so as a PNW Bitch you know I love a good spooky forest vibe.

In this one a ranger goes farther in the woods while struggling to understand the mysterious death of her brother.

Shenanigans, (eldritch forest locations), ensue.

I of course love everything about this, the PNW Forest Aestetic, The Sap Blood, the music, the Casette Tapes. This is everything I love in movies and they are serving it.

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Uncle Josh's Nightmare (1900) dir. Edwin S. Porter

OK I mean I kind had to look at that name.

So this is a pretty straightforward. Uncle Josh wakes up one night and Mephistopheles, (are favorite stock character), shows up to hang out. Uncle Josh aint much for wise guys so he trys to give old splitfoot here a pugilist potion. Mephi didn't care much for that so he pulls some Melies Jump Cuts to fuck with him and then reappears everything???

Honestly its not anything we haven't seen before to be honest. But not to be a bitch but its not like Edwin S. Porter has shown a large amount of originality in these shorts.

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Uncle Josh in a Spooky Hotel (1900) dir. Edwin S. Porter

This time its a sequel and this time it involves some ghosts and some slapstick. the more i watch these the more I'm convinced that Porter had a Gay Ass crush on George Melies and this was his way of getting his attention.

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The Pit and the Pendulum (1913) dir. Alice Guy-Blaché

Ok so another poe adaptation.

so the original story is pretty simple some dude gets inquistitioned and is casually tortured by the spanish catholic church by a giant axe blade on a pendulum that swings back and forth and gets ever slightly lower and lower. Oh and by the way this is told in first person.

but no serious its pretty fucked up.

also this was hard to get into because it has a really fucking famous clasically piece playing over it which is a little weird cause this is a horror movie and this shit is very clearly Waltz of Flowers which is such a fucking bizarre choice like out of all the classical music out there your gonna play some shit called a waltz of flowers.

anyway in this one some dudes fight over some chick and one of them is a doctor or a monk or something. to be honest I have no Idea.

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Sredni Vashtar by Saki (1940) dir. David Bradley

ok so I was not famalier with this story which is a literally ironic giving the font of knowledge that I have been with these things. So Saki was basically a british dude and here is the synopsis from wikipedia.

"Conradin, a sickly 10-year old boy, lives in the care of his despised, overbearing and controlling cousin Mrs De Ropp. He relies on his vivid imagination not only to keep him strong enough to survive, but also to serve as his escape from the real world. Rebelling against Mrs De Ropp's oppressive care, Conradin secretly keeps two animals in an unused garden shed: a hen, which he adores, and a polecat-ferret, which he fears and keeps locked in a hutch. Gradually, Conradin begins to venerate the ferret as a god, naming it Sredni Vashtar. He worships it weekly, bringing offerings of flowers and berries, and stolen nutmeg for special occasions."

So yeah this is the story of a sad lonely boy who worships a ferret. honestly based.

David Bradley is a rather unknown figure to me but apparently he also directed THEY SAVED HITLERS BRAIN, which we all know is a wonderful and not problamatic film.

This was honestly a lovely little gothic story and I'm glad that old crone was a lovely sacrifice.

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Porky and Slyvester in Claws for Alarm (1954) dir. Chuck Jones

so this is a much later looney toon short. We've seen early porky pig and honestly the production is so much higher. we have full voice acting, its in color and while for me very little ever truly manages to match the whimsy of the fleischer shorts this one is alright.

Basically Porky and Slyvester find a mysterious hotel but instead of some spooky japes these ghosts are here for blood. like they little ar trying to hang, shoot, slit there throats. Like these ghosts don't fuck around there serving H.H.Holmes realness.

Also porky pig is kinda an asshole for no reason in this short. Slyvester keeps literally saving his life and hes like what are you a Schizo, (which is totes not chill just saying.)

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The Alphabet (1969) dir. David Lynch

Ok so it turns out that David Lynch has actually made quite a few fucked up short films goody for me.

Do I understand anything about this absolutely not but am I glad that it exists of course.

OK Whores thats everything that I have for today. thanks for watching with me.

#Diary #Youtube

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stolensilmarils · 7 years ago

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MORE OF PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 5 THOUGHTS

mostly for @wantasugarcube, (who’s the cutie who replied to this post) but like, also in general everything I was thinking about these past few days. Cuz it’s A Lot, and you guys, I have exams and I have to focus, not analyse a movie, please someone explain that to my dumb brain thanks

Anyways, includes a little bit of my history with potc, more of new characters thoughts, and why am I salty about Jack Sparrow (had to let it out at some point, I’m sorry), and of course, Willabeth feels.

Under read more because of spoilers, and because it’s Very Long Post (like, a Super Long Post, I kid you not, I think I went a bit overboard with it whoopsies) ~

wantasugarcube said: Thank you. I was 500% there for the Willabeth scene (and pretty much nothing else) even though I just KNEW it was going to be practically the last thing in the movie. I was even afraid they would leave Liz’s appearence only to the post-credit thing and when their reunion happened I cried many tears of relief bc fucking 10 years I DID MY WAITING. Did I love Jack in the original trilogy? Yep, I did, specially for his comic vein, but the movies were always about Will and Liz for me. [1]

Did I end up loving Henry (yes for perfect casting) and Carina (I already loved Kaya so it was nearly a given)? Yep, I did! But the movie still felt dragged out because I wanted what I wanted lol. Also, Javier Bardem is brilliant, but I was not convinced by his villain and maybe the reason is I’m simply tired. I just wanted Will and Elizabeth together and oh god thank you. Also, the cuddle scene aldjals but I do agree with you that ENOUGH WITH THE SUFFERING. Nightmares it is. [2]

I was in a near panic when the theories about Elizabeth maybe being dead started to pop up. I refused to believe it, and I’m very glad it whoever imagined this was very wrong. Alive and safe and together is my aestetic for Willabeth. I hope they won’t try to mess it up again. Ok, I’m done lol. #ProtectWillabeth [3]

So ha, first of all, thank you again for replying to my post, and I’m so! glad you liked my first impression 4am thoughts :D (because honestly, sleeping? After Willabeth Reunion? As if there was a possibility like that hah)

So anyway, I am so glad that you, like me, love these movies for Will and Liz, and not just because of Jack, because I grew up with people who loved mostly Jack. And so I never got to express my Willabeth feels properly until tumblr found its way to my life and aaaah yes, there are people like me here yes yes yes so yay! I basically love you already just for this ♥

Sooo I hope you don’t mind, I’m just gonna ramble super long about my relationship with Willabeth now and I’m sorry if you don’t care about it at all, but I wanted to share and ramble, and maybe should have in a different post but? Too late, too lazy, no time for that.

SO,

I remember how I watched AWE for the first time (I went to a midnight premiere with my family). And I remember exactly how I felt during the maelstorm battle. I remember how tense I was, completely terrified that something may happen to someone, repeating in my head over and over again that it’s a Disney movie and so they can’t kill of the main character.

And then they did. They literally killed Will and I was in such a shock that the rest of the movie went by as a dream, me not really focusing on it. Then I dragged myself home. And later, they came the tears.

And a thought: “Fix it!”

I don’t even know for how long I hoped for another potc movie where they would just fix it. Because, yes, then they said that it was just for 10 years and afterwards the curse would be broken, but at that time? It wasn’t enough for me. Especially since only half of the people took that version, and the other prefered the ‘once every ten years’ one.

But Orlando said he’d be cool with returning only if Keira would. And Keira was apparently done with potc world, wanting to explore other genre etc (which is totally understandable, bc like lol she was 17 when started shooting the first potc movie, of course she wanted to continue growing as an actress and forming her carreer etc)

And so since time heals and all, I made peace with that.

But then they made the fourth movie? It’s probably one of the reasons I don’t like that movie that much, is because they just excluded Will and Liz and went to make another potc movie without them, just with Jack.

Like no. The next movie was supposed to be the one that Fixed everything, not some random completely different standalone? What? No!

But it happened anyway.

Aaaand in the end the fourth movie was what it was, and I got over that as well, accepted that they just erased Will and Liz completely, and now make potc about Jack. Whatevs.

That’s why I was really neutral about the fifth movie. I kind of ignored all the news about it, because I thought meh. Jack again. Again I gotta pretend I’m excited to see him. Meh.

But then the news found their way to me and ??? Wait, Willabeth’s son will be there? Orlando will play there??

Wait.

Keira will???

But I was too sceptical anyways. Over the years I found myself some Willabeth loving friends, bless them, and so I immediately discussed the issue with one of them. But also, I was too scared to know, to get spoiled, so I continued ignoring any info about this movie, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

So I only had like 2 conversations with that friend about it, and what we mostly discussed was how scared we both were, and how we had no idea what to think. So, of course, we started to think the worst. Mostly, Why would Elizabeth make an appearance? Like you said there were theories that Liz died. Well, these theories luckily didn’t find their way to me, since I was avoiding all info, (and WOW I would Die if I heard something about it. I am so! glad I didn’t ufff) but basically me and my friend came to the same conclusion???

Like, we thought three things:

they will make Willabeth happy again (not likely)

they will Screw everything up Big Time (more likely)

they will have Will and Liz appear in completely different parts of the movie and won’t mention their relationship at all/won’t give them proper closure (very likely)

So my expectations when I was actually going to see the movie were Extremly low. All I was hoping for was that since Henry was their son, Willabeth as a couple would be at least mentioned.

Also Thank Goodness Kaya was there, and Benton was cast as Henry? Because I love Kaya (thanks to The Maze Runner btw, and yay, I’m so glad you like her as well??? Yes great, she is amazing!), and because I just love Brenton’s face, it’s just totally Willabeth face, once you see it, it’s unseeable tbh :D

That’s why I thought some of the scenes were boring and dragged out, because I kept thinking: “oh come on, stop fighting and start talking about Willabeth alreadyyy” lol. I actually feel bad about it, but some of the scenes Were really unnecessary and uniteresting, and not because of the lack Willabeth.

But I feel less bad knowing I wasn’t the only one and you thought that too, haha, bless!

And so I focused on Carina and Henry. I was surprised how much I loved Carina. I completely adore her so much! And I was actually thinking about her A Lot lately, and like, she’s a Badass!

And it’s one of the things I’ve always loved about potc movies. How well they wrote the female characters. Like, all of the women in potc universe are incredibly strong, but all of them in their own, badass way!

I mean, take Anamaria, she ready to slap the bich and has a perfect no nonsense attitude towards all idiocy, and not only Jack. Straight forward let everyone know she’s the real boss there.

Take Tia Dalma, absolute Queen, is powerful as hell (even before the whole Calypso thing), knows how to play her own and others’ game, takes what she wants and doesn’t apologize for a thing, because she Doesn’t Need To.

Take even Angelica! Knows exactly how to play Jack, makes her beauty and flirtiness into a weapon and gets everyone wrapped around her finger just like that.

Also Syrena, but I mean, I don’t remember them giving her much room for characterisation. Tbh, I’m so sorry, but I mostly remember her just like the Mermaid. (Maybe because I saw potc4 max like 2 times lol oops but at least you see how much I just am edgy about that movie hah)

And of course, Elizabeth, who’s the biggest King of them all, and I could probably write a whole novel on how amazing she is, but like, just saying Elizabeth Swann, is self explanatory tbh.

Which brings me to Carina. She’s a completely original character, A woman, who is a Scientist, and who fights the way in the world dominated by men through Reason. Which is incredible! And that’s why I loved watching her. Because she is insanely relatable person, for me, at least. She has faith and believes that the people will understand her if they just listen to her. But lmao, men never listen, do they? But she tries over and over again. I mean, at some point or another, all the other ladies learn that they just gotta basically punch the pirate in the face to make a point, but she over and over again tries to reason with them. And it was so frustrating to watch her suffer like that. (Like, for example, the Horologist joke was funny at first but they kept dragging it out to a point where I just wanted to punch every single of those pirates in the face ugh! Or when the dumbheads kept calling her Witch *sighs*!)

So yay! I so love Carina, yessss! And I welcome her to the Turner family.

As for Henry, I mostly love how he’s a perfect combination of Willabeth. He has all the Will’s good traits, where he’s willing to listen, reason, and was basically the only one who treated Carina with respect (like Will with Liz) (But then again, he was raised by Liz,so that’s given) and is a good and uncorrupted person, and basically inherited all of his father’s cinnamon roll-ness, you know? And plus, he has so much of Liz in him as well! His stubbornness, his rebellion, his devotion, and quick mind. Like, he’s just a perfect person made of those two and that just makes him a wonderfully his own person and I love that.

As for Javier, he’s a wonderful actor, and played Salazar amazingly, but I was just tired of that Jack-Sparrow-Did-Something-To-Me-And-Now-I-Want-Revenge trope honestly, I was just ready to get over with it.

As for Jack, what I always liked about him is that under all that funniness and rum and pirating around, he’s a genius, who always has something up his sleeve. And when you least expect it, he turns the tables the way he wants. While everyone just thought he was just the always drunk funny guy. But I feel like they just started to put more of the funniness and less of the wicked-smart-under-it-all into his character? Or did they? Tbh, I need to watch the movie again, but since the whole movie was terribly predictable to me, I feel like this is one of the things that I missed.

Alsooo, a little sideways, but I’m so! salty about this lmao, I gotta let it out. And that’s the: Elizabeth Never Talked about Jack. Because since the movie, I saw a lot of people Shocked by that, asking “How Come She Never Talked About Jack???”

And the thing is, I’m pretty sure that’s not what was the point of that scene. I’m pretty sure Elizabeth Did talk about Jack. She told Henry her and Will’s story, and it’s impossible to exclude Jack from that, because he played a Huge role in it. But. The thing is that Jack doesn’t really ask Henry if Elizabeth ever mentioned him in the relation to Her and Will. And even if he did, the moment Henry reveals who he is, Jack not only immediately proceeds to terribly dismiss and insult the man who Henry loves, admires, and has dedicated whole life trying to save (like, I know it’s a running joke in the potc movies, so I get it, but for Henry it isn’t), but also immediately proceeds to ask about his mother in a completely inappropriate way??? Like, Henry’s adult and not an idiot, and the way Jack mentions Liz is 100% sexual, and Henry super knows that lmao. Not only that, Jack asks Henry if Elizabeth says Jack’s name in her sleep. Like seriously??? That’s 1000000% not the way anyone should talk about anyone, more so Elizabeth, his mother, who Henry loves and admires? Like, I’m sorry, but what the actual hell was that.

Like of course Elizabeth never mentioned Jack in that way, and if she ever mentioned him in relation to anything, Henry would 100% not admit it now, after that kind of talk about his mother lmao. What even.

Honesly, this is also what I terribly missed about Jack. The respect, I guess? Like, in the end of AWE, I was under the impression that after all the back stabbing and rivalty, Will, Elizabeth, and Jack parted ways in a friendly, and respectable way?

That despide that Jack was reasonably mad at Will, insulted him often, and Will reasonably disliked Jack, in the end, they were allies? And they respected each other in their own way? ??

And even more, I’m sorry, but I was under impression that Jack had a Huge respect for Elizabeth. Like, I really was.

And this movie just made me think a complete opposite.

But idk.

Like tbh, I know Jack’s dirty minded pirate and all, and I’m not sure how I personally would played that scene out, but idk. It just rubbed me a completely wrong way and I’m just real salty about it. And I know I’m maybe too critical about it, and it was a funny scene, so sure, if people liked it, it’s okay. If it gave Sp@rrabeth shippers material, then it’s fine. I mean, ship away, but for me it was just too cringey, I can’t help it :/

Anyway, let’s talk about the thing that matters the most anyways, yeah?

and that’s Willabeth. So as I said, at first I didn’t expect much,and I just hoped they wouldn’t ruin them even more and would leave their relationship be.

But, when it was clear that the movie was about to end soon, I started to get impatient because they still didn’t show Liz. And obviously, the curses were broken, so where was Will? And for the first time, I had hope. I was like, yo does that mean we’re actually getting It? The Reunion? Does it does it does it? And then they showed Will, and by this time I’m on the edge of the seat for the first time of this movie, and literally all I’m thinking is: “Put! Liz! In! That! Scene! Alreadyyyyy!” and then they did and I Flipped! I just started to punch my friend’s arm like crazy, (who probably did think I was crazy), with the biggest smile on my face and I had to physically hold myself so I wouldn’t jump to my feet screaming like a maniac because I sure felt like it! And I still do tbh. Even today. 5 days after watching the movie, I catch myself not being sure that scene even happened. But It Did. It did and it saved the whole movie, saved 2017, and saved me. And they didn’t. Have To. Say. One. (1). Word.

Like, tbh, I’m not surprised Keira Knightley single handedly saved my insignificant life once again, but she really did. She really did. She. Really. Did.

About the after-credits scene, I am so glad you agree with me about the nightmare theory, because as I said before, bringing Davy back is ridiculous. He wasn’t uncursed, because he’s literally dead, and if he was uncursed he wouldn’t be all tentacley, but he stayed tentacley, because he was Stabbed and Killed and Now He’s Dead, which means he couldn’t be uncursed. (Cuz he’s dead).Thanks

So let us just focus on how when Will makes sure there’s no one at the door, he looks immediately to Liz to make sure she’s there and is okay and not in danger, and seeing her he just exhales and immediately relaxes. And you can just see how he realises all. over. again. that the horrors of the past 19/20 or so years are gone and it’s real, he’s here and she’s here. Oh God, she’s here. And in that tiny moment you see how it just Hits him again. And so the only thing he can do is to embrace and cuddle her without really waking her up, because that would probably worry her, and he doesn’t want her to worry. He just wants to hold her, feel her in his arms, feel her warmth, her breath on his skin. Anything and Everything that ensures him again and again that she is there, with him, and he is there. With her.

W O W

I LOVE! THEM! SO! MUCH!

I honestly need to have their love Tattooed All Over My Body. I don’t need to eat or drink, literally Willabeth is all I need

W O W

#ProtectWillabeth All The Way. All. The. Way. Always.

#potc spoilers #dmtnt #anti jack sparrow #potc #pirates of the caribbean #pointless rambling #okay hopefully this movie won't interfere with my studying anymore since i let probably everything out #also i'm sorry again for such a long ramble #hopefully it's not too horrible to read #replies

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