#by the way in case people didn't know Charlie's always looked like a child when in this form-I've just been trying to figure out how to draw

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S02E19 - In a Family Way

We finally reached the last episode of this Odyssey season. You know what? 16 episodes is a very acceptable number.

This is not an episode I'd choose for a season finale. Especially not when a few of the best of the season were literally before this one.

Oh yeah. The episode that they changed from murder at the golf course to murder at a ski resort because the golf course got covered by a huge amount of snow. Only in Canada. Again, we'd have postponed the filming here. For days and days. Otherwise people would have died.

The boys are skiing/snowboarding! Why do I always forget that?

"I was cool once". Yeah, yeah, Charlie.

I actually really like snowboard. I hate ski. At least when we're talking about trying them out, not watching them on tv.

Jesse, be normal for one frame so I can take a screenshot.

More ATV time.

"Where is my work wife?"

We shan't be deprived of flirting.

"Did that guy just... snowboard away from me?"

Because he might come up with a terrible line like this one?

"Cute? I'm a ferocious beast!"

This is a good look. Although I must say that the neatly combed hairstyle has left me unimpressed and I don't think that it really fits the character either.

"Just our luck. The dad's a lawyer". Well, it doesn't happen that often.

Impossible. We're in the middle of the episode.

Impossible. We're in the middle of the episode.

And now we have to bullshit him so that we can definitively prove that the confession is false. So much extra work just because he's covering for his son, who's covering for his father, and neither did it!

I hate that crime shows have to explain things again for those who didn't pay attention. Just pay attention!

Yeah, she is.

This episode had a decent plot twist.

I'm not going to mention how many crime shows I've watched, not because I think it's embarrassing but because at this point I've lost count. But this is the first time where someone uses a real life pregnancy as a fake pregnancy for undercover work in the show. And it's actually genius? I mean, you get to have one more episode with your pregnant actress. I don't know why no one else has thought about it.

Yet again, Sarah is The Only Woman in the Force, by the way.

Don't laugh, idiot. Don't you have any sense of self-preservation?

This is funny because you can see that Charlie is imagining it but Sarah actually wants to murder both of them.

"Charlie, what did you do? Am I going to be a big brother?" (I'm kidding. I know dogs can sniff out a pregnancy before even the humans.)

Sarah: "Do we have a name yet? For our... child?" Charlie: "Uh, yeah. You like Ella, and I like... Bella." You just lost any future child naming writes, buddy.

Her little smile is cute. Also, stop having people interrupt their moments!

This is why Sarah wanted you two to get your story straight, Charlie.

Dude! What are you telling her?

Sarah called Charlie "honey". I forgot that???

lol Diesel never managed to open the cabinet with that handle, did he?

"Rex was the first to figure it out". He usually is.

"I have an IQ of 160". And an EQ of negative infinity.

It's possible (unfortunately) that this case was based on an actual real case sometime back but I remember that a few months after it had aired, a new case broke in the news, I think that one was in the US, though.

I like the song at the end. Well, the next to last one, actually.

One for the Charlesse shippers.

And a wallpaper for me lol

Again, wallpaper for me.

And one more for the Charlesse shippers.

I might have forgotten to mention, but my screenshots are covered under the "who gives a fuck" and "no strings attached" license. Just use them. It will be good for you :P

[diabounds-den]

Charlie (Change Of Heart)

Decided to update Charlie's design, they often get mistaken as a lost four year old. They usually don't mind because people usually offer to give them food while they wait for their parents, and there's always possession if someone peeves them off. 

They go by They/Them pronouns. 

Other then that they're usually silent and don't tend to hold grudges (except against one person in which case that individual can rot in a void for all of eternity). They can cry on cue. 

Charlie can switch between the form on their card and this one. They just prefer this one. Like the others Charlie’s wings are retractable, other then that they have horns and a floating heart in front of their chest.

[carletes]

Hi! So if this not too much of a bother, may I ask how do you imagine the kids looking like? Their physical features, I mean. Who is taller? Their hair/skin/eyes color, eyes shape and lashes, hair type and thickness, freckles, dimples, you know, those stuff :) Also thank you so much for building this wonderful universe <3

!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Charlie is the tallest. I think he's pushing 6ft. He looks just like Carlos, a Sainz man to boot, it's uncanny, except he's a little lankier and not quite as built as his papá because he doesn't have to be. So he has Carlos' kind of naturally lean frame and shaggy dark hair. He's very much heartthrob material. He's not quite as tanned as his papá, and he adopted a lot of Lando's more nervous mannerisms like playing with his lips, the neck of his shirt, etc. He's also quite a serious young man, so he carries himself in a way that makes him seem a bit taller than he already is. I think people assume he's quite intimidating and standoffish, but when he smiles you see his entire demeanor change. And he's always smiling around his family and siblings.

Allegra is pretty compact, actually. She's 5'3 and the shortest of her siblings, but she has a POWERFUL frame, all muscle and strength. She trains with Carlos every single day (Lando is a lot mushier about her exercising) and has a remarkable work ethic - though she frequently complains about how hard Carlos works her, only because Lando will spoil her on cheat days lmao. She looks like Lando's sister (see picture below!) but with curly light brown hair that she keeps braided back or in a ponytail. She's got a freckly face, eyes that crinkle when she laughs, and a gap tooth like her father that made Carlos cry the first time he noticed it. While her and Charlie may not look a lot alike, they have similar quirks from being so close - and they both share a fondness for immense mischief that is plain in their faces.

Lan is about 5'7 with medium-brown fluffy hair that they wear up in a bun, slightly olive skin, and an extremely pleasant demeanor. Their hair textures tends to change based on the day, further proving their paternity elusive. They're always quick to smile (and they have a BEAUTIFUL smile, with deep dimples) but they have really shrewd eyes that are belied by slightly wide-set, doe eyes. Carlos and Lando have no idea whose features they inherited, though Carlos secretly thinks Lan's broad shoulders might be from him - then Lan smiles and Carlos is lost again. When they're younger, Carlos and Lando think Lan's going to grow up to be quite short, but that's actually not the case. Lan spends a lot of time in the sun so they have a nice tan going and freckles.

Aurelia was adopted, so she's completely different from the rest of the family, but she's as much a Norris-Sainz as anyone. She's their golden child: golden-brown hair, golden-brown skin, golden-brown eyes. She's a remarkable beauty, actually, brought down to earth by a big braying laugh that she adopted from both her fathers and the fact that about a third of her left eyebrow is nonexistent because Allegra tried to teach her how to shave her eyebrows and, uh, it didn't go great. She's about 5'5, curvy, and has dense curls (all the kids have fluffy/curly hair!) that she wears no longer than her chin usually. She has big, sleepy eyes that she only opens fully when she's either thrilled or upset. She's quite an old soul, I think probably because of the age gap between her and her siblings, and you can see it in her face.

I can't stress enough how obsessed their fathers are with all of them. Each is more perfect than the next as far as they're concerned. And they're really a tight-knit family, partially because of how they all end up living a little far from one another when they're older. But they'll always try to go to Allegra's races, and they always visit home several times a year (and get visited by the others besides). A beautiful, loving family.

[willymywonkers]

Pure Imagination

Summary: We get introduced into the world of Maude Figgle, and how one of her students, Charlie Bucket, reunites her with an old friend.

A/N: This too longer than I'd like to admit lmaoooo. This is my first time writing a willy wonka fic, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!

The chocolate factory at the edge of town was always a mystery to people. Its large tunnels stood tall casing a shadow over people. All of Willy Wonka's delectable goods were protected behind hundreds of walls of steel and black bricks that were absolutely impenetrable.

Maude had seen the factory about a dozen times, and each time, she wondered what would it be like to go inside. She had always admired the elusive chocolatier from a far, but she was so nervous to actually talk with him.

Maude had remembered a time when Willy Wonka wasn't famous, and was just a boy that lived two blocks down from her. Of all people, Will was the nicest boy she'd ever met. When they were younger, Maude would enjoy spending her time with Will, encouraging him to take risks, and be a little impulsive. Will knew she was a bit wild, but that's what he liked about her. Someone who wasn't afraid of any consequences and just went with the heart told them.

However, things began to get rough for Maude. She wasn't the little girl that pushed the boundaries anymore. She was Will's partner, and she was the main It happened when Maude met her ex husband, Ronald. Ron was extremely jealous of Will. It was apparent that Will liked Maude more than anyone else. Will didn't like touching other workers. That was the main reason he wore gloves.

However, he acted differently around Maude. He seemed to be more comfortable with touching her, and letting her touch him. Ron caught sight of this. He deemed that Maude belonged to him.

Eventually, Ron made Maude cut all contact from Will. This happened when Willy was going through a sharp decrease in candy sales. With people all over the world after his secrets, Will didn't really have anybody he could trust. Other than Maude.

Maude didn't want to quit working with Will, but Ron didn't give her much of a choice. Ron had gotten more and more controlling towards her, thus affecting her mental health greatly.

Then, she snapped at Ron, telling him that this was wrong. Ron slapped her across the face. The next day, Maude resigned.

The news crushed Willy, causing him to close the factory for good.

Years later, Maude divorced Ron, taking her own independence back. Maude often would walk by the factory, but it was a painful reminder to her, and how she treated her best friend.

Maude became a chemistry teacher, so that she could be close with children, and help their young minds grow. Of course, there were students that would barely pay attention, and would ignore what she said altogether. However, there was one student in her class that she was very fond of. A young boy named Charlie Bucket.

He was quite clever for his age, and he would always be interested whatever experiments she was conducting.

"Good morning, Ms. Figgle," Charlie said, walking into the classroom.

Maude smiled at the boy. Her glasses hung from the bridge of her nose. "Good morning, Charlie. Did you enjoy winter break?"

He nodded. "But, I didn't get anything this year."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear." Maude knew about Charlie's financial situation. She always tried to make things a little more lenient on him, unlike his other teachers.

"It's alright. Christmas is about spending time with your family, anyways."

Maude nodded. "Well, I've got a present for you, Charlie."

She got out a medium sized box wrapped in newspaper, and handed it to him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You're just gonna have to open it to find out."

It was a brown sweater with a black stripe in the front.

Charlie smiled at the present, though he seemed taken aback by the gesture.

"I can't accept this." Charlie said, putting the sweater back in the box.

"But, it's frigid out there. You'll need it." Maude handed Charlie back the sweater.

He smiled up at Maude. "You're right. I really appreciate it, Ms. Figgle."

The kids all plied into the class at once. Excitement from being back from break made all the kids rambley and quite loud.

"Have you heard about the golden tickets?"

"I'm gonna get the first one."

All the kids seemed to be chattering all about these golden tickets. Maude hadn't a clue about what they were.

"Golden tickets?" Maude asked, looking slightly confused.

"There was an announcement about it last night. Mr. Wonka is going to be opening up his factory for 5 children all over the world." Charlie said, clearing up her confusion.

Maude's eyes lit up. "Really? That's incredible!"

Charlie agreed.

This fact made Maude's heart jump. She really wanted to see Will again, but she knew she barely had a chance. 5 golden tickets in the whole world, and there was only one of her. She tossed her excitement aside in hopes that a kid truly worthy of the ticket takes it.

A few weeks go by and the first ticket is found. Maude was sitting in front of her television when it was announced. She wasn't surprised that the first ticket was found by some kid who ate chocolate all the time, but it was how quickly he found it.

After that, each kid was worst than the last. It really pained her to see such rotten kids get all the spotlight, when kids like, Charlie, were barely making ends meet.

Maude found herself back at the factory, wondering what was going on inside.

"Hello, Ms. Figgle!" Charlie called from behind.

Maude turned around, snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh, hello, Charlie. What are you doing here?"

"Why are you always staring at the factory?" Charlie countered.

Maude gulped. "Well, you see, a long time ago, I actually knew Mr. Wonka."

"You did? I think my grandpa told me about it."

"Right, but I didn't just work for him. I was his partner in it all. I did all the experiments. I created new kinds of candy every day."

Maude and Charlie began walking down the snowy street, as Maude told Charlie the many adventures her and Mr. Wonka shared.

"Were you ever in love with Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked, jokingly.

Maude chuckled. "Of course not."

Of course, she was lying to herself. She couldn't see herself standing beside him. Maude felt that Willy deserved someone better, especially when all she did was burn him.

Maude's smile faltered. She felt an ache in her heart.

"Ms. Figgle, are you alright?"

Maude turned her head towards Charlie. "Huh?"

"I was asking if you were alright."

"Oh yeah. I'm fine."

The two continued walking down the street, passing by a candy shop.

"Do you think I could ever win a golden ticket?" Charlie seemed a bit down. "I only get one wonka bar a year for my birthday, and my grandpa spend his last shilling."

"Let me tell you this, Charlie, you're a bright young man." Maude kneeled down to his level, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I believe in you. You are worthy of a golden ticket. All those other kids don't have the kindness you share with others. And, as someone who's personally worked for Wonka, I'd save the best for last."

Charlie's spirits picked up. He smiled brightly, thanking Maude before heading home.

The next day, rumors speculated that some kid in Russia had found the last ticket, but it was later proven to be false. This rose to more anticipation to who would be the last ticket holder.

While reading through the newspaper, Maude found out that Charlie had found the very last golden ticket. Maude smiled widely. One of her students found the last golden ticket. She couldn't be more proud of him.

She stood amongst the crowd outside. She couldn't stay for long, but she wanted just a glimpse of Wonka, however, there was too many people in her way.

A few weeks later, it seemed that more and more people were curious about the factory. Charlie had told her some of the things that happened during his trip. Things that were completely outlandish, and weird. A girl turning into a blueberry? And, a boy nearly drowning into a chocolate river?

"You know, Mr. Wonka wasn't as nice as I thought he was." Charlie said.

"What do you mean?" Maude asked.

"Well, he was nice at first. He was going to offer me his entire factory. On the condition that I wouldn't ever see my family again."

Maude sighed. "Right."

This was quite like Will. Family wasn't at the forefront of his mind. Trusting people was also a big issue with him, considering in the past most of his workers turned against him.

"Have you ever thought about seeing Mr. Wonka again?" Charlie asked.

Maude looked at Charlie, with a wishful smile on her face. "All the time."

Another few weeks ago by, and Maude hadn't seen much of Charlie. She began to worry about him.

One day, she heard a knock on her door.

"Hello?" She answered.

Charlie was standing at the door, smiling up at her. "Good morning, Ms. Figgle."

"It's quite early, Charlie." She chuckled. "What is it?"

"I wanted you to meet someone."

Maude opened the door to see a man in a top hat, smiling nervously at her.

"Will?" Maude said, as tears were pricking from her eyes. Her heart was jumping out of her chest.

"Hey Maude." Willy smiled.

She pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Will was taken aback by the hug, but awkwardly caved in. He could hear soft sobbing coming from her, but he didn't mind.

Charlie smiled at the two.

In this one moment, Maude truly felt the pure happiness and joy as she felt when she was a child.

[angelic-serenade]

Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

headcanons

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gif, original work and characters do not belong to me

you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty 

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms) 

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

[espejonight28738]

15×09 "The Trap" Meta

Warning: As always, Destiel and Saileen positive so don't like don't read.

OMG guys I can't even this episode was something else. Like, for real.

First of all, it looks like I was right about Eileen being part of Chuck's plan.

"I helping to Sam the Bunker. To Sam. To Romance." Thanks Chuck for proving me right, but if you could please not hurt my baby Eileen and Sam while you do it would be awesome ;-;

Now if only I could be in the right about the happy ending...

But whatever. Let's talk about the prayer first, because I could talk about it for hours. Everything was so wonderful.

First, when Dean looks he only have 29 minutes left to find Cas, you could see all the trauma resourfaced. You could see how he was imagining ending up without Cas again. Having to go back home (although he didn't seem to be going to the portal when right before he found Cas, but I have no certainty about it) and leave Cas behind, and he imagined himself reliving the guilt and the hallucinations and the hopelessness.

[Gif by the amazing @agusvedder because I want you to look at him and tell me that ain't the look of a man who just imagined losing the love of his life again]

And, above all, Dean imagined having to live through it all knowing he never fixed their relationship. Rowena's words about not waiting until it was too late must have been ringing in his ears. And he knows that he needs Cas to know.

Purgatory's pureness gave him a new understanding of his emotions, and I'm not talking about the anger (it's obvious Dean already knew he had that problem), but the need for Cas.

"Cas, buddy, I need you." That same need, mixed with the possibility of losing Cas yet once again was enough for Dean to just break down in the middle of a land of abominations.

And the first thing he says. "I should've stopped you." Can you see how he is telling us we were right all along? Cas said "I left but you didn't stop me." And now Dean knows he could have.

If he had tried to talk, if he had asked Cas to stay, maybe he wouldn't have left. Dean put himself through that depression (the even heavier drinking, comfort food, the coldness) .

[And as an author note. How was that real? "You didn't stop me/I should've stop you" The Brontë sisters WISH they could write that levels of angsty romance.]

And, having Dean finally admitting to his very real anger issues gives me very high hopes for everything else. It's not like his problem will disappear, it does was kinda beaten into him, but having him admitting it is recognizing it as a standing problem between Dean and a Happy Future, so we can assume that will be another one of the problem they'll tackle in the rest of the season.

(Or maybe they'll forget about it. But s15 has been so good until now that I'm hoping they won't ignore it.)

And Dean calling Cas his best friends. Holy mother of God. I know I made several jokes about it, but it truly is so significant. Because words like "Family" and "Brother (and sister for Charlie)" are ones Dean had given other people. But Best Friend is only for Cas, it puts him in a special place in Dean's live no one else shares.

Maybe it's not exactly the place we want him to be in (yet), but the fact alone that they recognize once again how Dean and Cas' relationship is different to the one they have with anyone else.

So when did found Cas and said "Okay, Cas, I need to say something", I agree we wasn't about to repeat his prayer.

The Prayer (the fact that Dean got on his damn knees, for god's sake) was a moment of absolute vulnerability and emotion. Dean grew up in with a "no emotions" mentality tought to him by John, and so we seldom see him show this kind of raw vulnerability by choice. Considering that the Winchesters (as always, I include Jack and Cas in there) are an experts in 'I screw up and you got angry but then we had a bigger problem so we kinda left it behind us bc we are family and I love you anyway, or we just move on without never really discussing it' but not in actually apologizing, I would go as far as to say this was probably the most heartfelt apologize we've seen in the series.

I've watched the scene like a million times, and he just carries an attitude of doing something big. Like a big reveal, not like repiting himself.

Because he knew Cas heard him. The reason he said "I hope you can here me, that wherever you are, it's not too late" it's 'cause he was afraid Cas had died. That is was really too late. Once he saw Cas was alive? I don't think Dean doubted for a second Cas had heard him. He was hoing to say something else.

Cas clearly didn't want to take the risk of Dean telling him what he truly wanted to hear- what he had wanted for years. The risk of his deal with the Empty hovering behind hime. He couldn't be so selfish as allowing himself to hear it, just to abandon Dean right after.

Then Cas interrupted him.

Or abandoning Sam when he was at God's mercy, or leaving the World SavingTM to them. He couldn't. Dean doesn't even now about the deal.

I cannot tell you how much I loved it. Not in a "I want this to happen" way, of course not, but in what it means.

That's why Dabb said this episode wasn't the resolution. There's still much unsaid between them, if you believe there is an 'I love you' somewhere there. I think that's what has my hopes the highest. Because if they are only bff, then why didn't this solve everything? What is left hanging? I don't want to clown but it's literally the only thing that makes sense in my opinion.

And now, let's talk about the future Sam saw.

Sam and Dean don't need only each other to be happy, they need other people. That's basically what that future said.

"What's happened to you Dean? Ever since..."

"Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we ever cared about?"

[There is like a 2 second pause here that I feel very important andd significant. The separation between what 'everyone' and 'Cas']

"Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy? Ever since I had to bury him in Ma'lak box? Ever since then? Yeah." [Jfc you can hear it pains him to say Cas' name]

"Bobby had a death wish and you know it. And Jody? Ever since what happened to Donna and the girls, she does too.

And after Eileen? So do you."

He's acknowledging everyone's breaking point. Jody's was Donna and the girls (we don't know exactly which one was the last straw, as we know that at least in Claire's case they died at different times). Sam's was Eileen. His was Cas.

And he is very clear in that. We can't know what happened first, but we know that Sam asks what happened to *him* and he says it was Cas going crazy. It was having to bury Cas alive what made him lose all hope. Because at least he can hope they ones dead can find pace, but Cas? Dean, and for how he said it he probably did it alone, had to bury Cas knowing he was going to be there for the rest of the time. Suffering alone. Dean knows how it's like to have the Mark.

That broke Dean. And having Sam wasn't enough to put him back together.

And after Eileen somehow died again, Sam just stop caring about living, he just care about taking down as many monsters as he can before he dies. 'Death wish' Dean called it. He would know about that, he is Dean "You wanna die" Winchester, after all.

Having Dean wasn't enough for Sam to want to keep on living.

"We lost, brother. We lost. I'm done."

They still have each other? Yes. Is that remotely enough? No. That's what the future told us. They need more than each other, they need other people.

But there was a little something else that made it even more beautiful.

"The Dean who raised me [...]"

Let's be clear about something, I think the show never gives enough recognition for having raised same pretty much by himself since he was 4 years. The situation was totally unfair to Dean and yet he never once took it out on Sam, he just look out for him, cooked for him, and make sure he could be as much of a child as the situation allowed, that is a lot more than Dean ever could. In his own words, he wasn't just a brother, he was also a father and a mother.

I just want to cry for thinking how hard that was for both brother. And Sam knows it, even if he doesn't always acknowledges. So the fact that he chose the words "the Dean that raised me" when "the Dean that I know", for example, would have conveyed the sentiment as well, is significant.

They wanted to remember how important they are for each other, how much they love each other. They don't dismiss that, they are making sure we remember that, at the same time they are telling us the alone aren't enough for a happy ending.

They are telling us what we need for a True Happy Ending.

Dean and Sam still being close brothers and loving each other, but allowing themselves to love and need other people.

Okay I'll go to the point.

A HAPPY ENDING IS SAM AND THEN HAVING OTHER PEOPLE IN THEIR LIVES WITHOUT LOSING EACH OTHER.

A HAPPY ENDING IS THE END OF THE TOXIC CODEPENDENCY AND THE START OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP THAT INCLUDES THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER PEOPLE.

You guys now I've been saying they are hinting at it since my meta of "The Rupture" but this ain't foreshadowing THEY ARE SCREAMING IT. Like I can't come up with a radically different interpretation.

So this episode only got my hopes for endgame Saileen and Destiel (the destiel maybe not at canon as the saileen, but heavily hinted at least) even higher. Specially for the parallel with Eileen having Dean's doubts ("I don't know what's real") and Sam making kinda answering the same ("We are"/"I know that was real"). Btw I'll be screaming because of that for the rest of my days.

[BONUS: Random questions I can't seem to answer.

Does the angels even know God's going bersek? I mean, Belphegor didn't know it was God the one who broke hell... but even Lilith's been brought back. Do they know Micheal's back? God I don't know.

Was that really a possible future? Or it does was like a Zacharaiah tactic? Why does Chuck's abscence makes monster go crazy? Wasn't the point that it didn't unblanaced the powers?

Story-wise, why ain't Cas in next episode?

Was that the last mention of Claire? An off-screen hypotetical death? Please someome let me see my girl again.]

Tagging: @metafest @verobatto-angelxhunter @agusvedder @legendary-destiel @that-one-fandom-chick @studio-hatter

[olehistorian]

PHYLLIS Logan is only minutes back from New York where the actress has been promoting the new Downton Abbey movie. The national station PBS has been beaming out interviews across the nation, given the series about toffs and toff-servers has been such an success in the classless land of the free.

Logan’s voice is soft and a little subdued. She speaks in thumbnails, not given to flourishes at all. I factor in that the expansive, often dramatic language of hyperbole was spoken by very few in Renfrewshire in the 1950s and 1960s (yet actors tend to be more effusive). And I factor in jetlag of course.

But then again, perhaps there’s a little more of her laconic head housekeeper character Mrs Hughes in Phyllis Logan than we’d suspected? “Well, I can be a bit snippy, a bit terse,” she offers, smiling. “But only to my nearest and dearest.” Would Kevin (actor husband Kevin McNally) agree with that? “Probably,” she says, dryly.

Logan’s thoughts on the Mrs Hughes comparison continues: “She was written down in the script, of course, but I like to think I gave her the legs to run. But when you play a character there are always elements of you in that person. You can’t completely step away from yourself.”

Downton is a phenomenal television success story. The series, which began eight years ago featuring the Crawley family and their legion of servants, began with the Titanic going down, and has covered plague, rape, murder, interwoven with romance, often crossing the class barriers.

Logan’s character was voted No 1 Ever in a 2014 Radio Times poll; no mean feat given the subdued nature of Mrs H, a woman to whom flashes of excitement are to be discouraged as much as relations with those upstairs.

Yet, the original script described Elsie Hughes as a Yorkshire woman. Logan reveals it was only when the casting directors heard the Scot’s natural voice that they asked her to read in her own accent. “I was happy when she was cast as a Scot. She had that Scottish bluntness and I felt right because I have known women like her.”

During the six series of Downton, Mrs Hughes negotiated Branson the chauffeur’s assassination attempt, Carson’s Spanish flu and helped Ethel with her illegitimate Upstairs son, Charlie. The psychologist with an apron also sorted out Thomas’s homosexuality. And although she fell for Mr Carson, (or at least lurched slightly in his direction) it took a bit of persuasion before she agreed to a “full” marriage, where he would make occasional visits downstairs.

“We all know those types,” grins Logan. “But what’s nice about her is she does have a sense of humour. And she’s quite forward thinking. She’s a republican, and has a socialist bent to her for sure.”

Does Logan have left-wing sympathies, considering her late father, an engineer, was a trade unionist? She deflects by referring to Mrs Hughes. “She was of a different type. She knew people were thrown into a caste system but had to make the best of it.”

Yes, but what about you, Phyllis? Did you feel working class containment in Johnstone, where most people’s horizons didn't stretch beyond Rootes car plant or the local carpet factory (where John Byrne took inspiration for The Slab Boys – Logan appeared in the sequel, Cuttin’ A Rug)?

“You just accepted the way things were,” she says, sounding ever so Mrs Hughes. “I never thought I’d break out and become posh. But I did think it would be nice to spread my wings a little.”

Just a little? She smiles and adds: “But I didn’t audition for some of the big London drama schools. I thought that was a step too far for me at the time so I went to Glasgow.”

Not a risk taker. Not a wild child. But very, very good at what she does. Despite her careers teacher declaring the teenager was wasting her time with acting, Logan picked up the James Bridie Gold Medal at the RSAMD. On leaving she landed work at Dundee Rep and worked continuously throughout the 1970s and 1980s with the likes of Borderline Theatre. Real talent was revealed. Yet few would have expected her to land the role of Britain’s most popular posh totty in dodgy antiques dealer series Lovejoy.

Aged 30 in 1986, Logan walked into an audition room as Lady Felsham. Logan’s Lady had a cut-glass accent, spoke authoritatively of renaissance art and invoked a world of stately homes and castles. But in reality, Logan’s only castle connection was her housing scheme, Johnstone Castle, where the recognised art on living room walls was a classic Sara Moon picture. This new cut-glass accent had somehow emerged from a world where ginger bottles were a form of currency.

Logan’s clever deception (aided by being forced to speak RP at drama college) revealed that you don’t have to be a loud extrovert to be emboldened enough to convince you are actually blue blooded: you just need to be talented. “I can’t believe looking back now that 20 million were watching us on Sunday nights. The show was so huge.”

Many other drama successes followed such as Mike Leigh’s Secrets and Lies. But did she feel Downton would be the massive success it became? “I read the scripts and loved them. And when I heard Maggie Smith and Hugh (Bonneville) and Penelope (Wilton) were on board it looked good. Then we signed an option for three series but there was always the chance it could have gone down the pan after one.” Her voice lifts. “And then six came along.”

Did this kill the fear, the insecurity that comes with being an actor waiting to be hired? She answers indirectly. “It used to be that you always knew that when one job was finishing another would be on its way. But that seems to be far less the case these days. That’s why it was great having that guarantee of six months' work each year. And each time it was like going back to school after the summer holidays and seeing your friends.”

Logan seems the worrying type, so why volunteer for a life of insecurity? “And rejection,” she adds in soft voice. “And I’ve had a certain amount of that.” She thinks for a second and makes a dramatic statement that seems out of character. “You know, I wanted this part in Downton so badly I think I might have given up [acting] had I not got it. I don’t often feel that. Usually I have a what’s-for-you-will-not-go-by-you outlook.”

She laughs and allows herself a little flightiness: “Somehow I felt, ‘This is mine! It’s meant to be.'" She then contains herself and becomes more Mrs Hughes. “No, I felt I’d like to give it a bash.”

Logan certainly didn’t get into acting for the glory. She doesn’t seem to be consumed by ambition or the fripperies of acting success. She had genuinely forgotten she’d won a Bridie Gold Medal, and mention of her Bafta for Another Time, Another Place, (the 1983 Scotswoman falls for Italian POW tragic romance) doesn’t swell her head in the slightest. What she does want, however, is to act. All the time. In all the best roles.

“I just wanted to be the best I could. To find the truth in every role. You don’t think about awards. Acting has been the only thing that remotely interested me since I played Mary in the Nativity play at primary school. Then at Johnstone High I’d join every club that had anything to do with acting and take trips to the Citizens'. I’d be in any play going, starting in the chorus and working my way up to playing Polly in the Boyfriend.”

But, of course, there have been set backs. “My dad [David] didn’t live to see me graduate, [he died, aged 59] and that was a real shame but my mum would come and see all my shows.”

Logan’s voice becomes more upbeat as she tells of how her mum and aunt landed roles in one of her films, when the actress appeared in a drama set in Spain, The Legendary Life of Ernest Hemingway (1989). “My mum Betty and my auntie Margaret came on set to have a look around, and they were asked if they wanted to be extras. They loved the idea of this, and were dressed up as posh ladies with big frocks and they had all the make-up done.

“But it was a night shoot, and the second night as they should have been getting picked up they declared, ‘Oh, pet, we don’t think we’ll bother tonight.’ I thought ‘Have you never heard of continuity? Do you know what this means? I had to tell the director they’d both eaten something dodgy.”

Betty and Margaret clearly weren’t captivated by the acting world. Logan herself once claimed she wasn’t captivated by actors. She said she wouldn’t have one in the house, that they were vain people. But then she met McNally while filming the 1993 miniseries Love and Reason and they fell in love and married.

“What I meant was I’d never get together with one,” she backtracks, grinning. “But in a way it makes real sense. We know the business. And we can help each other. Recently, Kevin was doing three episodes of the missing Dad’s Army scripts (playing Captain Mainwaring) and I read lines with him every night. It meant I got to play every other character in the cast.” McNally must have found it a delight, given his wife’s talent. (She slips into a remarkable Clive Dunn/Corporal Jones voice. “Don’t panic, don’t panic Mr Mannering.”

But if all that sounds a little perfunctory, Logan, who lives in west London, once declared: “There’s an excitement in discovering that you can still fall in love when you’re an ancient old trout.”

There’s little doubt the relationship really works. But the Mrs Hughes cross voice emerges when I ask if Pirates of the Caribbean star McNally, who has appeared in Downton in the past, playing Horace Bryant, has a role this time around? “No, he does not,” she says emphatically, (subtext: he’s had his shot and should be thankful, a sentiment which sits neatly against her husband’s quote of the time: “Phyllis said it was like take-your-husband-to-work day.”

Was she a bit territorial? “Yes,” she smiles. “I was thinking: ‘You don’t get me a part as Johnny Depp’s mother and take me to the Caribbean. So why are you here?’”

What of the Downton film, set in 1927, two years after the end of the series? It transpires tiaras and silver will be polished until they sparkle. “We get a visit from the King and Queen (George V and Queen Mary) and there’s a bit of friction between the Downton team and the Royal household staff. Mr Carson (now on gardening duty) is begged by Lady Mary to help out. The cavalry ride into town!”

And, of course, there will be lashings of scandal, romance and intrigue “that will leave the future of Downton hanging in the balance,” says the official movie site.

But what of the future for Phyllis Logan? Despite running up continuous film and TV series, success, from Taggarts to Rab C Nesbitt, from the more recent The Good Karma Hospital to Girlfriends – and attracting great crits for her West End role earlier this year as Patricia Highsmith in Switzerland – she certainly has Elsie Hughes’ worry gene.

Logan’s run, she feels, could end at any minute.

“It’s a snakes and ladders life,” she says in Mrs Hughes' tones. “Your career can be going really well and suddenly the snake appears. But I guess I’ve been lucky because I persevered.”

Nonsense, Phyllis. Talent kicked in. You don’t get Bridies and Baftas and almost continuous work for perseverance. “It’s lovely of you to say so, but I’m not sure that’s really the case.”

Downton Abbey is out on September 13

[pbandjesse]

Oops I deleted my post. Thankfully I was only talking about last night and hadn't really gotten to write much of the day because I keep getting distracted.

I'm really glad to be in bed. I'm very tired. And I don't feel 100% but I do feel a lot better than I did yesterday. Today was really a good day and I do feel very happy.

Last night was a different story though. I was miserable and I couldn't sleep. I ended up going through Facebook and try and figure out who was married for my graduating class. Because this year is 10 years since I graduated from high school. Which is Wile to think about. I can't believe that that used to actually matter. My people would have reunions and things. You couldn't pay me to go to a reunion for my high school. And then I woke up in the middle of the night with horrible pain. It was like a charlie horse from my side all the way down my leg. I got up a few times cuz I thought I was going to be sick. I was up for a while and eventually I was able to take a Motrin and feel okay enough to lay down. But I was still in pain. James is 1000000 degrees all the time so his body heat lulled me enough to go back to sleep.

I woke up briefly when James was leaving for work. I didn't even feel him get out of bed. But he came and gave me a hug before he left. I really needed to keep sleeping though.

I let myself sleep in until almost 10. And that's been kind of normal right now just because it's cold and I'm tired and haven't been feeling good so I haven't been sleeping well. But it's not like I had a lot to do today. I got up and I got dressed. I had a bagel. I watched videos. I'm most of them watching those SCP read through ones and I've been really enjoying those. They're the perfect amount of Creepypasta but they don't have to have a conclusion which is always the weakness in a creepypasta. So it's been very nice just Mindless sort of creepy and fun.

I left here around 11:30. I biked over to dickblick to get Sharpies for the kids. Which are way more expensive than I thought they were. But ended up getting a great deal on 12 pen Sharpies for like $7. The woman said they were actually mislabeled because they should have been $12 but I want out in the mist occurring and she still let me have the price.

I left there and I went to 7-Eleven. I got lunch. And then I grabbed the bus to go to work. When I got there I found that a whole bunch of stuff I've been knocked over in our storage closet. I went to go talk to coach Banks who sort of runs lunch time. But parent was yelling at him about her child being suspended. So I noped out of there. I found another t-shirt at all. But I just cleaned it off it was fine. I ended up having a funny conversation with health aid because she wasn't sure if I was a student or a teacher. And I explained who I was. And she was just like I've never seen you here before. It was cute.

I found some new organizational tools for our cart. So now each table has their own basket with their own supplies in it. So there'll be no more arguing. So is very proud of myself for that and then me and Chelsea were able to just chill. There wasn't a lot that we needed to do.

And we had a really nice day. It was really small class today we only had about 11 by the end. Just with the snow that was coming in and there's cheerleading tryouts in basketball practice. I think the robotics team also just started up again. But that was nice. It was nice to just be able to connect with the couple kids that were there on a one to one level. And they made good art and that was really nice to see. We talked about foreground middle-ground and background. And how you can use line weight to show those different distances.

We also have the art store today. And the kids are already raised enough money to have a pizza party. I was very proud of them for donating to each other. And they got to have a cool thing over it. Will probably save it for next week. But I'm so very proud of them.

When I woke up this morning it was very heavy on my heart but I wanted to talk to Damien's mom. When he was brought to our class for the first time. The couple days before. I was warned that he was really tough to have in class. That he was on the Spectrum and that teachers found him very difficult. But his mom is great and that if there was ever an issue she would come and get him right away and not to worry about it. But that's not been my experience with Damien. He's wonderful. He's a sweet loving little boy. Sometimes he has breakdowns. Sometimes he can't focus. But he is always first to help me and he has a really sweet temperament. And so I really felt like I needed to say something to his mom today. She came early to pick him up because his sister was doing some kind of presentation at an event. And I pulled her aside and I was like Hey I just really want to let you know how much I enjoy Damien. And I told her everything and she started crying and gave me a hug. And you can just tell she works so hard with those two kids. She's a really good mom and I'm glad that Damien was able to be in our class. He's a good boy.

We finished up today. We did vocab in Jeopardy Style. Where they had to say the definition and then someone else had to give the vocab word in the form of a question. Only about half of them understand that but it was so fun. We played a game and then we wouldn't have snack and then it was time to go home. Me and chelsi got to get out of there by 5:30 which was awesome.

I got the bus and I was able to get back to my apartment only a couple minutes after 6. I packed up some stuff for dinner and then I went to James's place. He made Tex Mex and use some of the stuff that I brought with me. And we watched videos and we talked. He explained the game he made to me. Which has a whole lot of numbers in it is hard for me to get but seems to have a really nice system of rolling dice that I hope this DND friends enjoy. And we hung out for a while. And we talked. And then he walked me home.

It had started snowing and he likes walking in the snow so it wasn't completely one-sided. We just enjoy each other's company and we talked and had a nice walk back to my apartment. He said goodbye and he went back to his.

When I got here I checked the mail and Not only was my new rabbit phone case here. The old one was very matted and I wasn't able to brush it out like I was hoping. My new reindeer Furby arrived as well. I'm not sure what to name him yet but he's very soft. He doesn't seem to work. His he won't turn on. But that's okay. He's still very cute. He'll probably get packed away with the Christmas ornament ones as well once the winter is over so he'll be a nice new face to have out next year.

I'm in bed now. Just enjoying that it's actually nice and toasty in my bedroom for once. I'm going to plug in my phone though because it's dying. And then I'm going to try to go to sleep. I am working at constellation all day tomorrow and I'm hoping to do lesson plans. And then me and James are going to go see a play about Johnstown. And I am really looking forward to it. Because I love Cults. Especially murder cults.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. I hope that your animals are nice to you. And that you have a really nice day tomorrow. Good night everyone.

[encantadocinco]

Encantado Cinco: Chapter 2: Fire

The newest Menudo member, Charlie, continues to try and master his powers as well as adapt to his newfound fame. Before he's ready, he faces the harsh reality both. Inspired by shows such as Charmed and Supernatural, featuring fictionalized version of the Menudo members.

Updates weekly!

"So he'll definitely need some flexibility with his new schedule." Joselo explained. "We provide tutors to help ensure the boys do not fall behind in their studies when they're away from school, but the Latin American tour kicks off in only a few weeks time so it is imperative he begins rehearsals to catch up with the rest of the group right away."

"Oh, of course." The principal tried to follow along with what the man was telling him, but his eyes kept darting in disbelief at the three people sitting in front of him. Joselo was smartly dressed in a casual suit, black sunglasses resting on his head. The woman on the left looked in a daze. Her hair was unbrushed and her clothing wrinkled and messy. Her mouth perpetually drooped open as she listened to Joselo prattle on about scheduling conflicts, child labour laws and the Padosa Record Label's unwavering dedication to the education of it's young talent.

But it was the young man in between both of them that the principal just couldn't believe was sitting there.

"I'm not so worried about Charlie's grades, he's always been a bright young man." The principal cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "But Charlie does have... attitude issues." He quickly explained. "Skipping classes, several written reports for talking back to his teachers, an in-school suspension for fighting-"

Joselo cut him off. "Brilliant minds often have short tempers. Mr. Masso really must begin rehearsals immediately, can we get his school work for the tutor?"

"Yes, well, I suppose he can get today's work from his teacher..." The principal scribbled out a note for Charlie to give to the teacher. "He'll have to come back to school tomorrow though, and continue to attend classes until his teachers can work out a plan for him."

"Certainly." Joselo smiled stiffly, than hesitated. "One other thing, Principal Fargas. You might start to notice some... suspicious people lurking around the school grounds. Just one of the downsides to fame, unfortunately, nothing to worry about but do report anything particularly out of place to me, would you? You have my card."

"Oh, uh yes." Principal Fargas stuttered. "Er, this is all alright with you, isn't it, Mrs. Masso?" He acknowledged the stunned woman who up to that point had yet to even speak.

"I... I didn't even know you had auditioned to join the group." She stuttered.

Charlie and Joselo exchanged an anxious glance.

"Uh... I didn't want to tell you... in case I didn't make it. But I did! Surprise, Ma..." Charlie covered lamely.

A ruckus had been growing noisily on the other side of the office door and served the perfect distraction as the principal had finally had enough and chose that moment to poke his head in the hall to investigate. The cries of "Menudo! In the parking lot!" made it apparent what had the student body so excited.

Outside the van had been surrounded by a sea of teenagers. The boys inside had rolled down the passenger window and were rapidly signing and handing back scraps of notebook paper to the excited kids. Joselo began trying to clear his way through the crowd, Charlie trailing behind clutching his schoolwork.

"Alright, clear the way, thank you, show's over, the boys have to leave now, thank you."

Few kids attempted to move, until Principal Fargas came out and started threatening the students with suspension for missing class and they all reluctantly began to turn and head back inside the school. The obnoxious blonde girl from yesterday bumped in to Charlie coming the other way.

"Ew! Like, where are you even going?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" Joselo asked loudly, putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder and guiding him to the van past the stunned crowd. "Your friend here just joined on as the newest member of Menudo."

* * *

"So where are we headed?" Charlie asked his new bandmates. "Some dance studio? Recording studio?"

"No need, Eduardo has all those things at the house."

They had already driven out of town a bit, and headed up a hill where Charlie saw what "the house" was.

A beautiful, massive white mansion.

Charlie twisted and turned at the window trying to get a good look at the huge estate as they passed through the electric gate and up the sprawling drive.

"You mean Eduardo lives here?" Charlie asked as they unloaded out of the van.

"We all do, it's just easier for us all to be in close contact." Miguel answered. He faced Charlie and his tone got serious. "Speaking of which, you might want to consider moving in here with us. Not only is it safer for us, it's also safer for our families too. You understand, right? Is that okay with you?"

"Are you kidding?" Charlie asked. "Can I move in now?"

"Almost," Miguel smiled. "we just have to finish... well, clearing out your new room."

Charlie had almost forgotten that he was replacing somebody.

"How is he doing?"

* * *

The boys huddled outside a closed door. On the other side Charlie could hear the faint beep of a heart monitor.

Joselo put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to go in there, you know."

"Really," Miguel agreed. "it's not pretty."

"I deserve to at least see what I'm getting myself in to. I'm going in there." Charlie said firmly.

Ricky shrugged and gently pushed open the door. There Charlie saw him for the first time.

The boy looked skinny and pale. Cheekbones protruded from a gaunt face. His closed eyes were shrouded in dark shadows. Unkempt hair cascaded on the pillow around him and his frail body sank and raised with every ragged breath, breaths taken with the help of an oxygen tank. Clearly he had just been snatched back from death. A doctor was taking notes when they came in, and stepped out in to the hall with Joselo to give the boys some privacy.

"Hi, Rene." The boys called gently as they crowded the bed.

"Can he hear us?" Charlie asked.

"He's just sleeping." Miguel answered. "He came out of his coma a few days ago, probably the same time you came in to your powers, he's on a lot of medication right now. He took it bad from that monster."

"Were you there when it happened?"

"No. None of us were." Miguel preemptively answered Charlie's next question. "I used my powers to get a vision from Rene and see what attacked him and how. I had to, to find out what we were up against."

"Damn, I'm sorry. It must have been rough having to watch Rene go through whatever happened to him. But I guess you couldn't really just wait until he woke up."

"Even if I did, it wouldn't have done any good."

The boys exchanged an awkward glance, and Miguel elaborated.

"You see, when a demon attacks and strips a person's powers, it also strips their memories."

Charlie took this in as he stared down at the battered young boy. "I suppose it's a blessing in disguise." Charlie mused. "Not to remember the attack."

Ricky shot him a glance. "It's no blessing. They forget everything. They forget their families."

Charlie became aware of the tenseness in the air and awkwardly tried to crack a joke. "Hey, I wouldn't mind forgetting my family."

Ricky stormed out of the room and the other boys sighed.

"Why's he so mad? I was kidding."

"Two of Ricky's brothers were also stripped of their powers by demons." Miguel explained gently. The realization hit Charlie like a freight train.

"Come on, Xavier. Let's go check on him." Johnny prodded, the boys shooting Charlie dirty looks as they headed out the door.

"I didn't know." Charlie sighed. "Two brothers?"

"Yeah," Miguel filled Charlie in. "Ricky's uncle is Eduardo, he's the one who put the group together with Ricky and his brothers and two of their cousins once he realized all the boys had come in to their powers."

"So you weren't originally part of the group?"

"No. None of us were, other than Ricky."

"Wait... how many members have been stripped of their powers before Rene?"

Miguel ran the mental math. "Uh... four."

"Four!?"

"Let's see; Johnny replaced Carlos, Xavier replaced Fernando, I replaced Oscar and Rene replaced Nefty. Yup, four. Well, now five."

"How soon before somebody replaces me?" Charlie muttered, feeling his stomach churning with nervousness. He hadn't really considered the risk of all this until now.

"No one can replace you." Miguel smiled, putting a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie smiled back in spite of himself, warmed by the confidence his new friend had in him.

A knock at the door and Joselo calling them downstairs interrupted.

"Is it time for dance lessons now?" Charlie grimaced.

"Better. We're working on harnessing our power. You get to blow stuff up."

* * *

Charlie and Miguel joined the others in the back yard where it looked like their lessons were already underway. There was a large pile of hay at one side of the yard and a small pond at the other end. As they joined the others Charlie watched in amazement as Johnny focused on the pile of hay and, using only his mind, set the pile ablaze.

"Water!" Ricky called, and raised a large ball of water out of the pond, using his hand to telekinetically hold the water sphere mid air.

"Charlie, perfect timing." Joselo greeted them. "I need you to focus your energy on moving the water ball that Ricky is holding over to the hay pile to extinguish the flames."

Charlie looked at Joselo in disbelief. With some encouragement from the others, he turned and tried to focus on the ball of water. But after a minute of waiting, nothing had happened.

"Just because I'm holding this up telekinetically doesn't mean it's not heavy." Ricky grunted, trying not to lose focus.

"Maybe he can't do it." Johnny sighed, eyeing the burning hay nervously.

"Of course he can." Miguel defended him. "None of us could control our powers very well in the beginning."

Charlie bit his lip, focusing hard on trying to make the water move.

"This isn't getting any less heavy, you know." Ricky complained.

"Hurry up and do something!" Xavier snapped

Suddenly, the water ball exploded, dumping water down on all of them like a splash bucket at the amusement park.

"Thanks a lot!" Johnny yelled, wringing out his shirt.

"You didn't even splash the fire, look it's spreading to the grass." Xavier moaned, raising his hands to stop time. The fire instantly halted, the flames no longer burning. Joselo and the birds flying overhead also froze where they were.

"That's okay," Miguel comforted, a wet hand on Charlie's soaked back. "you tried."

Ricky had trudged over to the garden hose and had it pointed at the fire when Charlie stopped him.

"Ricky, put down that hose. Xavier, unfreeze time."

The boys shrugged and did as they were told. Charlie focused as hard as he could on the garden hose. On it's own, it slowly floated up in the air and the switch on the side gently turned, releasing a spray of water on the burning hay.

Charlie grinned proudly and the others cheered him on until he lost control of the hose and it began flopping around the yard, soaking them once more. Joselo congratulated Charlie as the rest of the members wrestled for control of the hose.

"You did very well for your first day. Now for the hard part: dance lessons."

* * *

If Charlie though the other members were ahead of him in controlling their powers, that was nothing compared to their dancing. Charlie felt like he had two left feet as he struggled to memorize the movements that seemed to be second nature to the other members. Joselo was patient as they went over the steps, but by the end of the day Charlie had made little recognizable progress and he could tell the other members were irritated. The fact that he had spent the whole day screwing up choreography and listening to his bullies' favourite song had him feeling completely demoralized.

"The choreography isn't even that complicated, I don't know how he's going to handle some of the other routines..."

"Well, let's hope at least he's a good singer..."

Charlie tried to ignore the other members whispers as they headed off to their rooms and he headed to the van that was waiting to take him back to the Masso family bungalow.

* * *

"What's all this?"

Charlie had been surprised to come home to find the house full of distant relatives and neighbours. He worked his way through the crowd, getting congratulatory pats on the back and hand shakes from people he barely recognized along the way. He found his mom in the kitchen which was equally as crowded as the living room. He almost didn't recognize her at first, in a glitzy new dress, her hair had been cut, dyed and styled. She bubbled over and stiffly tried to give Charlie a hug while holding a beer in one hand and a pizza slice in the other.

"Welcome home! We just had to throw a little party, obviously to celebrate your newfound success! How was you first day of work?"

"Uh, kind of lousy. Is there any pizza left?"

"No, this was the last slice, why lousy? You didn't get fired, did you? Oh, Carlos Javier Rivera Masso so help me if you got fired on your first day!"

"No, Mom!"

The sound of his Dad arguing with someone at the front door caught Charlie's attention and when he heard the name "Miguel Cancel" he quickly excused himself to see what the argument was about.

"Miguel Cancel?" Charlie's dad slurred slightly. "We don't know any Miguel Cancel, and we don't want a bunch of hangers on now that we're rich."

"Miguel?" Charlie interrupted, to which Miguel looked visibly relieved. "It's okay, Dad, this is my friend. Miguel, what are you doing here?"

"Hi. Uh, I thought, well..." Miguel awkwardly held up a cassette player. "Since you seemed to be having some trouble today in lessons I thought maybe I would come by and help you. But if you're having a party..."

"It's okay." Charlie cut him off. "I don't think this is really my party. Come on, I'll show you my room. Hopefully there we can have some privacy."

He and Miguel spent the next couple of hours hidden away in the tiny room Charlie shared with his brother while the noisy party pounded and thumped on outside. Despite the awkwardness of trying to figure out their dance steps in a tiny room, and constantly bumping in to each other, Charlie found it much less overwhelming than learning in a massive dance studio with all the other eyes on him. Thanks to Miguel he had almost mastered the dance when someone banged on the bedroom door.

"Charlie? You and your friend com'on out 'nd have a beer." Mrs. Masso prodded.

"Come on." Charlie sighed, rolling his eyes. "She won't let up until we do."

Charlie and Miguel were each handed a beer and Charlie downed his quickly while the room serenaded him with "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow", Miguel tried to match Charlie's pace and they had finished their beers by the time the crowd had finished their song. They were quickly handed another one and the song started up again but Charlie excused themselves back to rehearsing while the room went on singing and drinking without them.

Miguel sipped his beer as he went over the steps with Charlie, his accuracy diminishing further as the bottle emptied.

"Lightweight." Charlie chuckled as Miguel bumped in to him again. "You can't handle two beers?"

"I can't help it." Miguel giggled. "I never drank before."

"You're kidding?" Charlie deadpanned. "And my stupid family forces two beers down your throat. God, I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I like your family." Miguel giggled again. "And I like beer. My mother would never let me drink beer. She wouldn't even let me drink soda, she says the sugar makes me too hyper." Miguel took a turn too fast and collided with Charlie, sending the laughing boys tumbling to the bed. Miguel fell on top of Charlie and put his hands on Charlie's shoulders for balance, when his face suddenly went serious. Miguel's eyes widened and he stared in to space for a moment, before snapping back to reality and pushing off of Charlie with a gasp.

"What happened?"

Miguel wouldn't speak.

"Come on Miguel, tell me what happened. You had a vision, you saw something... didn't you?"

Miguel nodded.

"I saw you, Charlie. Being attacked."

[awed-frog]

I saw one of your tags say that you're not sure Sam would be ok with Destiel and I'm curious why. Do you think it'd be like the Benny situation again or something else? I didn't ship Denny but I don't think Sam likes when someone else comes before him in Dean's eyes. (I can't see Sam not liking Desitle as a homophobic thing, but ya never know.) Anyway I'm genuinely curious because I could see Sam not exactly like a shipper but ultimately ok with it.

Hi! I have to say, I’m always torn when I hear about people reading my tags, because on the one hand I’m vain and prideful and they’re written to be read, but on the other, tagging is like talking to yourself, so - *blushes slightly*.

Anyway, first things first - before I discovered what a fandom was, I was a total sucker for shipper!Sam. My doubts didn’t begin until after I’d read a shitload of fanfiction about it, and something really rotten in my brain was like, What if Sam wasn’t okay with it, though? because I always like to be contrary and to turn things on their heads and see how they work and if they still work. So I’ve got no real problems with shipper!Sam. It’s just - I sometimes wonder - generally when I’m writing myself - what would be more interesting from a narrative point of view - if it’d be better to have Sam in the background, hanging up mistletoe and leaving The letter of the day is B leaflets around the Bunker or if it’d be easier for Dean to have something to push against. I think a case could be made either way - but if TPTB would have wanted to go down that first road, they probably wouldn’t have killed off Charlie, since she would have been (and she probably was) an even better shipper and wingman than Sam.

That said, I have two arguments against shipper!Sam.

One: Sam is way more messed up than he lets on, and some part of it is terrified not only that Dean will walk away, but that Dean will fall in love with someone and actually pursue that. I know I’ve seen this discussion go down somewhere, but I honestly don’t remember who first came up with this - apologies, guys - the fact that Sam is an all or nothing kind of guy. Like, when he went to Stanford, that was it - he never contacted John, or even Dean, again. For years. And the same happened when he was with Amelia - he just - I don’t know, cut himself off? I’m not sure if it’s his personality, or a by-product of his less than ideal childhood, but Sam’s got trouble to let people into his life, and once they’re in, it’s like there isn’t room for anyone else? Which is a childish trait, of course, and it signals a lack of emotional maturity on his part (not surprising - poor Sammy). And since Sam tends to relate with other people through his own experiences, part of him surely assumes Dean’s exactly the same; that if Dean found himself a new best friend, or a better hunting partner, or even a spouse of some kind, he’d just walk away and that would be it. So in this sense, Sam would feel threatened by any relationship Dean could potentially develop, not only by Cas.

Two, we used to see Sam as the shades of grey brother, but the amazing thing about this show is that Sam and Dean went through a lot of character development resulting in them almost swapping the roles they had in the first seasons - and yet all this feels natural and completely believable. So these days, Dean’s more likely to be the one who gives monsters a pass (hell, look at his relationship with Crowley), while Sam’s become sort of judgemental and what needs must. I think it was Ruby, most of all, who scarred Sam from the inside out and made him so much more conservative, or pragmatic (like, look at him now - he’s more willing than Dean to work with the BMoL, because he’s Mr Head Choice or something). Sam took a huge risk in liking and trusting Ruby, and it all hinged on a sort of anti-racism argument - an I don’t care if she’s a demon, because even demons can be nice and Our biology doesn’t determine our destiny and whatever else. Dean had shut him down about this, of course, but Sam had persisted - and I know there were other elements at play here, but to me, the central point was exactly this: a pigheaded and generous and noble willingness to trust a creature you don’t understand at all and you’ve got no reason to trust. Now, of course things are different with Cas, because Cas has proven, time and again, that Dean’s safety would be his number one priority and all that, but I’m still not convinced Sam would actively want that for Dean. After all, Sam’s seen this other, softer side of Dean’s - he’s seen him around kids (he remembers him from their shared childhood) and he’s heard (a bit) about how happy he was with Robin and whatever, so I sometimes feel Sam still wants the Sookie ending for Dean: a chance to have a true family of his own, and a life Dean could finally lead in full view of everybody, without shame or weirdness or sigils carved on the walls. And I’m not sure this is something Cas would be able to give Dean.

Finally, there’s the whole bisexuality deal. Here, I have to say - I don’t know what to think. I’m sure Sam’s got no problem with queer people, but it’s always slightly different when it’s your family, right? And there are days I think Sam must know - Jesus, they’ve been sharing a room for thirty years - and days when I think that no, that parent/child thing they’ve got going is way too strong for Sam to see the whole picture (to even think about it). 

(Like, I know it was supposed to be funny and that I’m reading too much into it, but Sam recoiling when Rowena suggested he undress Dean and check his chest hair or something - to me, that was emblematic of how their relationship works. Dean’s changed Sam’s diapers, has helped him to get dressed for years, surely bathed him and watched him play with that one plastic submarine they’d scavenged somewhere and, years later, he stitched him up and massaged weird herbal salves over his bruises and whatever - but to Sam, of course, it’s weird to think about his brother’s body at all, because that’s the relationship we have with our parents: when you actually have to take care of them that way, it means things have got very bad and very scary.)

In any case, at the very least Sam would be worried about Dean’s safety (and there’s always that heartbreaking thing, right, that if you’re bi and you can be happy with a woman - man, it’d be so much easier) - but one big reason to be optimistic in this sense was this new development we’ve seeing - that openly gay hunters can actually exist in the community without being bothered. 

(Then again, judging from the news coming about the US, I sometimes feel Dean and Cas could have their college AU life only in a big city, and not in one of those wild, road off to the horizon states where Dean feels most at home. So, well - I really don’t know.)

Anyway - we know so little about Sam, it’s likely that anything could work concerning his approach to the Destiel situation. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

[citycfangels]

text: casey ⇄ adriana⇄ raquel

Casey: on a scale of no big deal to trump and kim jong il almost starting a nuclear war how big of a fuck up would you say sleeping with your ex is?

Adriana: that depends on the ex, which one of them are you talking about?

Raquel: if you say Eric, I think we have the right to disown you.

Raquel: I’d also say it’s less of a mess up and more of like a mental break down a la Britney Spears.

Casey: okay first off not everyone can have an abnormally perfect relationship like you Raquel and second Aide you aren’t even with someone right now.

Casey: so it was Eric. It’s not that bad right?

Adriana: ouch, thank you for reminding me i'm single

Adriana: yes Casey, it's bad. i get that he's hot and the bad boy attitude can be attractive, but he's an asshole. and i barely use that word

Raquel: You can’t use the word abnormal and perfect in the same sentence, they cancel each other out. And yes, I’m in a relationship but that didn’t come without hard work.

Raquel: I’m with Aide on this one. I don’t know what you see in him.

Casey: it’s not like you have to be single. You can always just go and hook up with a guy.

Casey: you guys act like he was the worst. He wasn’t that bad was he? I’m not texting for a lecture guys.

Casey: he’s just really good in bed.

Adriana: i haven't found the person yet, but that's not the point

Adriana: visually he's a 9, but come on, you're too good for him

Adriana: you're not having feeling for him again, right? because i'd be worried

Raquel: eventually you’ll find the right guy. He’s out there.

Raquel: giving him a nine is still giving him too much credit. He’s like a 7 even in just the looks department.

Adriana: let's not talk about me and my love life, thank you so much

Adriana: oh honey, don't do that. just no. not him

Adriana: not even if the sex is amazing

Adriana: if you ever go back with that idiot i will be seriously rethinking my choice on friends

Casey: Just know that if you don't get a date in a month we're singing you up for online dating.

Casey: No one said getting back together. I still hate him.

Casey: maybe I should just start dating women. Quit men cold turkey. That could also solve your dating problem Aide. What do you say? be in lesbians with me?

Raquel: yeah, we'll sign you up for online dating.

Raquel: and leave me as the third wheel? Get your own gay Casey. No incestuous relationships within our circle.

Raquel: yeah, we'll sign you up for online dating.

Raquel: and leave me as the third wheel? Get your own gay Casey. No incestuous relationships within our circle.

Adriana: i hate you, girls 😑😑😑😑

Adriana: good, or else i hit you. and maybe him too

Adriana: woah there baby, i want dinner and flowers first 😘

Adriana: Quel, you have Charlie, what are you talking about?

Raquel: you love us.

Raquel: I don't believe in violence but you both can expect a mean cold shoulder.

Raquel: Charlie isn't you guys. Yes I'm dating someone but that doesn't mean I suddenly neglect you two. At least I don't think i do.

Raquel: Do I neglect you guys?

Casey: you don't hate us at all.

Casey: Oh, was I not making it obvious? I totally am flirting. Me actually dating a model, how can I not try to get at that.

Casey: Oh you totally neglect us for Charlie, and you can tell him I said that.

Raquel: CUT IT OUT.

Raquel: already did tell him and sleeping with Eric has made you bitchy.

Adriana: tell him hi!

Adriana: and i hate to say this, but i agree. tell me that was the last time, please

Raquel: guys are you sure you don't want to just talk to him?

Raquel: yeah, last time because if he's just going to make you bitchy then he's not doing something right.

Casey: okay, I get it. Not Eric fans.

Casey: Last time.

Adriana: nope, not really

Adriana: if he was that good in bed, you should be happier at least, unless he didn't give you an orgasm

Raquel: okay just making sure.

Raquel: well it wouldn't be the first time...

Casey: okay does everyone know that that's a kink of mine or....

Casey: well I could always help with that 😉

Adriana: we do.

Adriana: dirty girl 😏😏😏

Raquel: CUT. IT. OUT.

Raquel: and yeah everyone knows. That shouldn't be a kink btw that's just torture. If Charlie ever did I don't think I'd talk to him much afterwards.

Adriana: i've never tried that and i'm not sure how would i react. that could be either hot or incredibly infuriating

Casey: Oh, it's hot. Just as you feel his abs tighten and when he's like grabbing onto you real tight you just change the pace a bit. You keep going letting him know you're in control and then you just tell him he can't come. It's all about power and control and it makes him want to fuck you harder next time. You can't do it every time because then you're torturing yourself too but you can always say that if he's good and if he makes you come that you'll return the favor. Make him get creative.

Raquel: like I said. If Charlie did that to me, I wouldn't talk to him for a while. You can always just have great sex the first time around instead of prolonging something both people want.

Adriana: i feel like i've read porn right now

Adriana: and weren't you trying to not think about sex with him?

Casey: That wasn't even smut. If you want porn I can suggest a few authors who are experts in the genre.

Casey: I need to just have sex with someone else. Someone good who's not Eric.

Raquel: well my boyfriend is taken so I don't know who you can sleep with who is a guaranteed A+ but good luck with that.

Adriana: can i just say how much i love that you're defensive of your man? damn

Adriana: i don't know anyone either, so i can't help

Raquel: of course I stick up for my man. He's the love of my life and I mean he really is the best I've ever had. I don't need to go into near smut writing but there's a reason why I came back and why I'm so happy. You know even if it's not just sex.

Raquel: that's what it's all about. Once it stops being just about sex it's when you really get to fall for someone.

Casey: well that leaves me out. The chances of things being more than sex for me again are down into the negatives. Thanks for getting y mind off the sex and back to the real reason why eric and I didn't work which was how jealous he got and how I had to be like only his. Monogamy is over rated. Again, I should do girls only and then make it a polyamorous relationship and I'll be set.

Casey: you do not want a man like Charlie. Quel had to train him like a puppy, and I'm pretty sure he probably still has his accidents on the carpet.

Adriana: that's a good point, but monogamy isn't that bad?

Adriana: so you're hoping to have two or more girls in a polyamorous relationship or would it be for the sex?

Adriana: omg

Raquel: have you ever even been with one girl? You might be over selling yourself Case.

Raquel: also Charlie's not a dog. He might have been rough around the edges at first but he's fine. And there are no accidents anywhere.

Casey: Okay, semantics Raquel, who cares if I haven't been with a woman before and it would only be for sex and not for a relationship.

Casey: I'd be sticking with what I know and what I'm good at.

Adriana: you may want to start with one and then go for the orgy, babe

Adriana: so you'd say he's perfect now or...? because if that's the case, i hope he has a sibling

Raquel: an orgy? And have her try to pull the denial game on multiple people. She wouldn't stand a chance. She can't handle two people.

Raquel: Nope, he's an only child and from Canada so any relatives are there. I got the only one. Looks like you're going to have to keep kissing frogs.

Casey: an orgy is more than three people and more than I would be willing to have. Two people I can deal with.

Casey: because they'd be related to Charlie. Like sure he's nice and all but there's no way anyone should want to see more of them. Besides, you hit the genetic lottery it's why you make the big bucks.

Adriana: i know i'm pretty, thanks for the reminder. still, it doesn't have to be that bad???

Adriana: plus, i'd be a something-in-law to quel

Raquel: You'd be the girl dating my boyfriend's relative. Not something-in-law. Charlie and I aren't getting married.

driana: not yet, and knowing how in love you guys are with each other, i can see a wedding happening in a couple of years. mark my words.

Casey: yeah, see no one believes the whole we aren’t getting married thing. I’m already calling maid of honor.

Raquel: WE. ARE. NOT. GOING. TO. GET. MARRIED.

Raquel: like yes we love each other. I will love him forever but without marriage.

Adriana: he looks like a guy who would get to his knees and not only to talk french between your legs.

Adriana: let me fantasize about your wedding, geez. i want to be a maid of honor too

Casey: you aure that’s the only thing you’re fantasizing about? You’re picturing Charlie boy on his knees a lot there.

Raquel: not funny

Raquel: no. No wedding fantasies. No thinking of me getting married or fighting about who wants to be maid of honor because it isn’t happening. I’m not getting married.

Adriana: ew no. and not because charlie is ew because i'm sure he's 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 but he's our girl's man, so no fantasizing about that

Adriana: don't you want to get married or is it because you think he doesn't want that?

Raquel: please don’t 👌🏽 about my boyfriend.

Raquel: are you kidding? I know he wouldn’t want that. He’s fine with being with me and he knows there is no chance of me ever leaving him but adding the whole wife title, and a ceremony and just the whole thing it would be too much. It’d freak him out and probably ruin my entire relationship which is so good.

Adriana: ew no. and not because charlie is ew because i'm sure he's 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 but he's our girl's man, so no fantasizing about that

Adriana: don't you want to get married or is it because you think he doesn't want that?

Raquel: please don’t 👌🏽 about my boyfriend.

Raquel: are you kidding? I know he wouldn’t want that. He’s fine with being with me and he knows there is no chance of me ever leaving him but adding the whole wife title, and a ceremony and just the whole thing it would be too much. It’d freak him out and probably ruin my entire relationship which is so good.

Casey: or you’re really trying to blame it on him freaking out when really it’d be you going crazy.

Adriana: how do you know? has he told you he doesn't want to get married to you?

Raquel: Guys, I know my man. I don’t need him to tell me we aren’t getting married, I already know that and I’m okay with it. It’s not like I have it all planned or anything. I am fine. You two are the ones who brought up the whole marriage thing in the first place.

Adriana: okay, then don't. sorry i ever mentioned marriage.

Adriana: i guess the only one who wants to get married someday of us is me... in the very distant future

Raquel: which is fine. That just means I get to be maid of honor at /your/ wedding. You never know. You could find a guy pretty soon and he can be as much of a hopeless romantic as you are.

Adriana: yeah, because the romantic guys aren't hiding under the rocks.

Adriana: and who said it couldn't be a girl? 😏

Adriana: but those are hard to find, so it's not happening any time soon

Raquel: I know it's not going to be a girl because you're way too into heteronormative culture.

Raquel: we can always sign you up for online dating. Casey and I can probably find some guy for you.

Casey: Quel is just doubting your lady love

Casey: the chances of you finding a guy to give you the orgasm you have been wanting is pretty high on those too. I say risk it.

Adriana: and having a creep in my bed? no thank you. you girls either find me someone in the traditional way or i pass

Raquel: I’m not doubting her lady love. I am all for lady love. I’ve been with a girl before but that is beside the point.

Raquel: traditional doesn’t always work but if that’s what you want maybe we can go out soon just the three of us.

Adriana: isn't jdate for jewish people, Cas?

Adriana: when you guys have it ready, i want to see what you put on my profile, is that possible?

Casey: You don't have to be Jewish to be on the site.

Casey: You can date a jewish person.

Casey: nope, I'll just give you a time and place where you're meeting this person and be hiding somewhere so that I know he won't kidnap you and sell your organs on the black market and you'll have a good date.

Raquel: this is going to be a disaster. Let me do it. I have better luck with guys. Casey's going to end up setting you up with some body builder with a bdsm fetish.

Raquel: this is going to be a disaster. Let me do it. I have better luck with guys. Casey's going to end up setting you up with some body builder with a bdsm fetish.

Adriana: that's the way to leave this world. i wouldn't have any other way.

Adriana: can i take a look before it's up????

Casey: no you can't look at it.

Raquel: I'll send you screenshots.

Casey: I hate you both.

Adriana: you love us 😘

Casey: I'm tolerating you two now.

Raquel: You love us and you've already admitted that you have at one point wanted to kiss ussss so suck it.

Adriana: hey! i don't attract them, and i don't think i've ever done that

Adriana: keep them away from me, pleeeeeease?

Raquel: don't worry, I'll keep the crazy ones away. I know how to pick them.