#cable fan fiction

[jonmcbrine-author]

The latest from the Facebook group page - are you down for potential Radcliffe/Cavill Wolvie cameos?

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Vico Ortiz; Samba Schutte (Tangy & Zangy); TellTaleAwards; Emmy4Taika; Watch Party Reminders; OFMD Big Bang 2024!; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Vico Ortiz ==

Finally got some of the pictures from the Them Fatale Vico participated in a while back!

Source: Vico Ortiz' IG stories

== Samba Schutte ==

Awww, Samba made an amazing new desert! This time with the theme Tangy & Zangy <3

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Tell Tale Awards ==

The Tell-Tale TV Awards voting are up! There are several categories with Queer shows so if you have the time please take some time to fill them in! You can vote for up to 3 per category. Not only does OFMD show up, but Good Omens, Deadloch, Dead Boy Detectives, etc.

OFMD Categories Below:

Favorite Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Our Flag Means Death

Favorite Performer in a Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Rhys Darby / Ruibo Qian

== Emmy Considerations ==

You asked and they made it happen! Thank you to our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction for more Emmy Consideration graphics, this time for Taika! Here's the Google Drive

Everyone is encouraged to make your own as well! If you do I'd love to see them so please be sure to share!

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 May 28-31 (we're skipping Memorial Day) Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30 pm BST Need access? We're doing a WP on the RhysDarbyFaction Discord server, feel free to hit me up on tumblr @gentlebeardsbarngrill or @ aspirantabby42 on Twitter for access.

== OFMD Big Bang 2024! ==

For all of you who're seasoned OFMD tumblr folks, you probably have heard of OFMD Big Bang before! For our newer members of the fandom check out the description below by OFMD Big Bang Tumblr.

What is the Our Flag Means Death Big Bang? A big bang is a writing and art challenge pairing authors and artists to complete a long work of fiction. The OFMD Big Bang is centered around stories which take place in the Our Flag Means Death universe with a minimum word count requirement of 10,000. 

Interested in joining? Author and Artist sign-ups open on June 1! Here's the upcoming Schedule. Visit the @ofmdbigbang tumblr for more information!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Today's Cast Card is Stephen Papps, aka an English Lieutenant from "Mermen". Thanks @melvisik!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Big Gay Energy Podcast ==

Our crewmates over at Big Gay Energy Podcast have a new episode out! This time they're discussing Season 1 Episode 10! Listen in on your favorite podcast platform via their Linktr.ee.

== Mermay ==

= Snejpowa =

Day 26: Teal More Mermay! I love that some folks took Teal and did something with Stede, and others with Oluwande! Thanks @snejpowa for this iconic Stede scene, you can feel the wobble!

Source: Snejpowa's Tumblr

= blueberreads =

Wow! Check out this gorgeous rendition of Oluwande and his Teal earring for Day 26 of MerMay by @blueberreads! That is gorgeous!

Source: @blueberreads' Tumblr

= GooGooGoJob! =

As usual @googoogojob has some more stunning work for MerMay! Day 18: Calypso's Birthday / Day 19: Rowboat / Day 20: High on a Rocky Ledge

== Stjernegaupe ==

Our friend @stjernegaupe has so many more MerMay fun submissions! I love how they interpret the various prompts! I want the Revenge for a flag!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Crew! I hope the weekend was kind to you and you got to do something fun!

I'm a bit off today. I hope you can forgive me for not saying much. Please remember that you are such a gift to this world. I think about you all a lot, and I hope you know you're doing great. Just a little love note from someone else today. Have a good Monday-- whether it's a holiday or a workday. Take care <3

Source: AlexaAubreyPoetry on Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika =

Tonight's theme is just these two giving each other hugs cause I need more of it in this life. Gif Courtesy of @usersukuna

[justatasteofyourpoison]

We interrupt this broadcast for a brief intermission…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 8

Pairing: Alastor x Female reader

Warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, sexual content, p in v, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), fluff, not the best grammar.

Word count: 1.1kish

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The rain drops slowly slid down the window pane as you looked out at the gloomy sky. You and Alastor had thankfully made it home before it started to pour. Of course Alastor could use his powers to whisk you both home, but he was always reluctant to transport you if he didn’t need to for some reason…

Alastor was sat on the bed, he seemed quieter than usual after the revelations in the forest. He had revealed that he’d become this powerful overlord because of Vox. Vox was Hell’s somewhat charismatic Television Demon who was part of a threesome called the V’s, which also included Valentino and Velvette. Valentino was the biggest porn producer in hell (not to mention Vox’s incredibly hot-headed plaything) and Angel Dust’s nefarious master in the studio. Whereas Velvette was a social media star, fashionista and general loudmouth… You knew Alastor and Vox have always had beef, but you had never found out why…

“Are you alright Alastor?” You whispered quietly taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“Apologies my dear, I didn’t mean to lose my composure back there” he said smoothing the sides of his hair down. You hadn’t really thought anything of it, you’d seen Alastor lose his temper before, that was nothing. But you knew he was a proud being and liked to always be in control, or at least appear that way…

“I just hate thinking of that wretched waste of cables…” he sighed putting his arm round you. You nuzzled your head into his neck. You relished any affection that you received from Alastor. No other beings in Hell got to see him like this so you couldn’t help but feel giddy.

He kissed the top of your head before you felt his hands gently move under your chin, tilting your head so he could look deep into your eyes. You both sat there for a moment, lost… Catching fire... His lips met yours softly before he worked his tongue in to dance with yours. Your hands instinctive moved to hold his face in yours as you both got lost in the passion. His face felt chiseled, his muscles toned from years of wearing a smile. You pulled away gently “Alastor” you whispered “what happened with you and Vox?” you questioned.

“I’ll get to that” he said pressing his lips back onto yours in another fit of passion.

“Let’s have some fun before that story” he mumbled breathlessly in-between kisses.

The Radio Demon moved his large frame over you and gently eased your thighs apart before gingerly laying himself down onto you, the size difference between you both was quite staggering. You could feel his hardness pressing into your crotch and you couldn’t help but gently start rocking your hips. His breathing became heavier and quiet moans left his mouth. He moved a clawed hand onto your breast and massaged it lightly, his thumb brushing against your nipple. You pushed the demon away for a moment and he knelt over you, you never could get over that sight - this powerful overlord wanted you? You hitched your dress up over your head and could see the Demon’s grin grow wider and he swiftly began undressing too. Before you knew it you were both naked and Alastor laid back down onto you, his cock gently rubbing up and down your now sodden slit. He bit into your neck and you yelped with pleasure before you could feel him easing himself into you.

“Alastor…” you groaned

“There’s my girl” he whispered as his finally thrust the entirety of his large cock inside you and began thrusting with a hypnotic rhythm.

This time with Alastor felt different. The urgency was there, but at the same time he seemed to be enjoying your body more; taking his time with you. You jolted your head back into the pillow with euphoria at the Demon’s movements.

He thrusted hard and slow into you and kissed you deeply, periodically pulling his face away to gaze into your eyes. You could feel him massaging your clit as he gyrated his groin against you and you reveled in the heat building in your loins, you dug your nails into his buttocks and pulled him closer to you, begging him not to stop on your path to ecstasy. As you came your hungry cunt pulsated around Alastor and he let out a satisfied moan “I’m so glad I can please you” he cooed biting at the top of your ear.

“But we’re not done here yet.” He teased pulling out of you and turning you on your side.

He spooned his body against yours and lifted your thigh up in his large powerful hand. With his other hand he pushed himself back into you. In this position his cock pressed firmly against you sweet spot and you soon found yourself gripping the bed, the pleasure was almost too much. “C’mon my sweet” the demon growled “I know you can come for me again”. He let your leg down which made your pussy grip tighter around him. “Fuck Alastor!” You screamed as he clapped hard against your buttocks.

“Careful my dear.” He panted “Heaven might hear you at this rate” he laughed loudly reaching his hand round and rubbing your clit with firm circular motions. His cock hit you just where you wanted it and you let out an animalistic groan, shocking yourself as you could hear a new static sound in your voice. You turned round to the see Demon’s eyes grow bright as his thrusts became harder and faster at your noises. His claws gripped at your hips creating small tears over previous silver scars he had left. “Oh fuck! Y/N!” He roared as his cock pulsed inside you, giving the demon the release he so desired.

As you both slowly recovered from the activities Alastor gently eased himself out of you and pulled you close to him, his head lazily resting on your shoulder.

“Well that was unexpected! You chuckled, placing your hand behind you both and giving his arse a little squeeze “I was expecting story time part two.”

“Part two?” the Radio Demon yawned.

“Yes you were telling me about you and Vox?” you reminded him gently. A few moments passed. No response. You then heard quiet snores behind you.

“These rutting deer” you whispered, “they’re all trousers and no talk” you laughed to yourself before snuggling back into the sound asleep Radio Demon.

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All installments:

[blacktofade]

Gemtho Fortnight Day 4

Prompt: rpf with the hermits talking casually about fics and someone (maybe bdubs) is like "man there's barely any fics about me and etho anymore they're only writing about him and gem" (or whatever. just so the topic comes up) but gem has such a hugeeee crush and she's so flustered and embarrassed and doesn't want etho to be uncomfortable and meanwhile etho's worried about /gem/ being uncomfortable

cw: rpf

“You know,” Bdubs starts, and Gem can almost picture his expression behind his computer screen — thoughtful, a little sly. “I don’t think they ship me and Etho like they used to.”

Gem’s elbow slips off her desk, her character in-game suddenly looking straight down at the ground, and she can hear the soft exhale of laughter Bdubs lets out, like he’s noticed.

She wonders if she can get away with pretending she never heard, if she can say Winnie got loose and distracted her and, oh, look at the time, she has to go for a thing she promised someone else —

“What are you saying about me?” Etho suddenly asks, his voice in her left ear as he moves closer, and Gem takes her hand off her keyboard to cover her eyes with one palm, face burning as she tries her best to silently beg the universe for mercy.

There’s no such luck.

“Do you remember that lecture I gave you about Dark Twitter?” Bdubs asks, and she can hear it in his voice, how he’s almost laughing, delighted at the opportunity to shit-stir. “Y’know, the shipping stuff that fans do? Pretending that we’re in love.”

Gem’s next best hope is that the ground will open and swallow her. 

“Bdubs,” she warns, because she might not be streaming, but that doesn’t mean that no one else is. Anyone could fly by and catch a snippet of what he’s saying, and she can only imagine the fallout online if that happens.

“It’s fine, Gem. Etho knows all about it, don’t you?”

She’s not worried about Etho.

“I, uh,” Etho starts and she can tell by his tone that he already regrets showing up and interrupting them.

“It’s okay,” Bdubs interrupts. “All you need to know is that Gem’s your new love interest.”

“Gem’s my new what?”

The head of Etho’s character swivels to stare right at her and Gem suddenly finds herself needing to pace in-game, her fingers tapping at the keys nervously as she parkours across the terrain around them.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” Gem lies and now Bdubs is staring at her too.

“I mean, it’s not surprising with the amount you two hang out together now. I happened to think the footage of you both digging the tunnel between your bases was cute.”

“Was it?” Gem questions, hoping that acting clueless will save her instead, but Bdubs hums quietly, like she won’t like what’s about to come out of his mouth.

“You keep saying you’re an Ethogirl, right? That you grew up watching him. It’s a cute match-up.”

Gem thinks about pulling the ethernet cable straight out the back of her desktop. It would be easy to blame it on a power-outage.

“I think you’re confusing fact and fiction again,” she mutters and Bdubs laughs.

“Oh, you’re right!” he says, too chipper for his own good. “It sounded like I was suggesting you two date in real life.”

Etho makes a noise, like a grunt of surprise, and Bdubs finally turns his view away from her to stare at him instead.

“Though, I mean, you’re both in Canada, right? It’s not beyond the realm of possibility.”

Bdubs apparently doesn’t know when to quit.

“Have you thought about dating Impulse?” Gem snaps, and Bdubs laughs before she even finishes the thought. “You’re both in the States. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility.”

Even Etho joins in, almost like his laughter slips out without permission. “She’s got you there, Bdubs.”

“If Impulse asked me out, I would be a perfect gentleman,” Bdubs tells them, and Gem has a headache brewing that might put her on the couch for the rest of the day. “How many bases do you think he’d let me round after one date?”

“I’m going,” Gem says suddenly, because if there was ever an out, that’s it. “You two can talk about Bdubs’ romantic exploits, but I have stuff to build.”

Bdubs laughs, but doesn’t try to argue, apparently done with his teasing, and Gem can almost taste freedom.

Until Etho says, “I’m sure a date with Gem wouldn’t be the worst I’ve been on.”

And Gem logs off.

[ghostingpen]

what's in my bag

i saw a tumblr post asking people who carry bags what items are there to bring other than “chapstick, keys, phone and maybe a tampon” and tbh that stuck with me. so here is everything i keep in my bag because i like to be That Backpack Person who has everything for any common occurrence.

after years of experimenting with my everyday carry, trying out trendy backpacks such as the fjällräven kanken and the doughnut macaroon, i surprisingly now find myself reaching for the jansport right pack backpack the most.

look at it in all its glory decked out in pins, buttons, and charms. i recently wore it going apple picking at an orchard and had no issues.

so here are its contents:

front small pocket:

mini emergency kit (i’m reusing an old gum container to keep small things i find myself needing often: bandaids, painkillers, hair ties, loose cash to give to the local homeless, four quarters in case i go to ALDI or want a gumball) + pocket tissues (this is what i run low on the most) + mini UNO cards (waiting in line with friends? play UNO) + tide to go pen + 2-in-1 battery bank/plug-in charger + phone charging cable + d20 dice (stimmy)

front medium pocket:

wallet + coin purse (to collect loose change) + disposable pens + e-reader + car keys + work ID + vape

water bottle pocket: 

the 24-oz owala water bottle is, and i’m not sponsored when i say this, the best water bottle i’ve ever used. the design is genius.

laptop pocket:

reusable shopping bag (i impulse buy a lot so this is useful) + one “big” tech thing and its charger for entertainment purposes. i like to have multiple entertainment options because i’m mentally ill. i’m currently carrying my steam deck OLED with me but i may sometimes instead bring one of these:

ipad: for web browsing, drawing, word processing.

freewrite alpha: my current way to write fiction. think a modern alphasmart that lets you transfer files locally or sync to the cloud if you prefer that.

work laptop: for work.

main pocket: 

mini tote (i use this to easily transfer whatever’s in the main pocket to another bag) + journal (a traveler’s notebook) + large emergency kit (sanitary pads, herbal oil for aches, eczema hand cream, earplugs, makeup wipes) + noise-canceling headphones + electric fan + hobonichi drawer pouch (other charging cables, wig caps, bobby pins, gorilla glue, facial wipes) + compact umbrella + pencil case

pencil case:

mechanical pencil + pencil lead + mini sticky notes + multi-ruler + white gel pen + glue stick + eraser + scissors + highlighter + brush pen + metal pen (it works like an 8 ball where you roll it and it shows you an 8ball-esque answer)

what you put in your bag is a very personal thing! i am always fascinated by the different ways people hold their things and what they find worth carrying around.

[deanstits]

Saw a tweet that really hammered home to me that, more than anything, "The Winchesters" is a Fanfic By Jensen Ackles. Wild!! He just has way more time and money and resources than the rest of us put together! Unfortunately he's not even a respectable amount of horny about it, he's on cable tv posting teen rated 600k word canon divergent OC laden self insert 100% fresh and pure fantasy fan fiction and getting paid to do so.

[frankendykes-monster]

Of course, this is the fundamental issue with Deadpool and Wolverine. It’s not a story, it’s a collection of familiar intellectual property bundled into a two-hour package, and fans would complain if Wolverine either waited to put the costume on or eventually symbolically took it off. So the costume stays on for the movie’s runtime, because that is the priority here. That’s the primary purpose of the movie. Even the most basic storytelling logic is secondary to the desire to pander to empty nostalgia. It’s very interesting what Deadpool and Wolverine can and cannot joke about, what topics are deemed out of bounds for this most irreverent of franchises. There are no references to either T.J. Miller or Jonathan Majors, though that is to be expected. There are no references to Cable, Domino or Julian, despite the fact that they formed the emotional crux of the last film. They’ve seemingly been replaced by Shatterstar, who is alive for some reason. And who Deadpool no longer hates, for some reason. Under the Disney brand, Deadpool and Wolverine is thoroughly domesticated. Any implication that the making of this movie was troubled is sorely out of bounds. There is another small but appreciable shift between Deadpool and Wolverine and the previous two movies in the franchise. The opening credits in Deadpool and Deadpool 2 were irreverent and passive aggressive. Deadpool was directed by “an overpaid tool”, Deadpool 2 was directed by “one of the guys who killed the dog in John Wick.” In contrast, Deadpool and Wolverine is “a Kevin Feige production” and “a Shawn Levy film.” Apparently there are some things that you don’t joke about. That’s Deadpool and Wolverine in a nutshell. Or a fan-service-y yellow costume.

Still, there is something interesting here. Last year’s summer blockbusters were largely about how man had killed god, whether literally or metaphorically. The High Evolutionary stepped into the role of creator in Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 3. The entire journey of The Creator was to turn off the life support keeping “the Creator” alive. Barbie was about the exile from the Garden. Fast X found Dante (yes) trying to blow up the Vatican because he died and discovered there was no afterlife. Oppenheimer finds mankind taking atomic power into their own hands, “a terrible reckoning of divine power.” Loki imagines what it means to kill He Who Remains. As such, it’s interesting that this year’s blockbusters seek to fill that existential void with something: intellectual property. It’s no surprise so many of this year’s blockbusters are about intellectual property surviving the literal or metaphorical death of the author. Deadpool and Wolverine survive the merger and acquisition of Fox. Harold contemplates his creator’s mortality in Harold and the Purple Crayon. IF was about the idea that nobody outgrows their childhood imaginary friend. Argylle is the story of an author who discovers that she is ultimately a character in her own narrative. In these stories, fiction survives the loss of its creator. Intellectual property endures. Indeed, intellectual property moves to fill the gap. So many modern films are “spreadsheet movies”, films about watching companies celebrate how much stuff they own. Space Jam, The Flash, Deadpool and Wolverine. There is no story, no theme, no purpose, no character. There is only intellectual property, imagery and iconography to be memed and reproduced and reimagined and reworked, until any residual meaning is completely erased. But intellectual property doesn’t just survive. It redeems. It will save you. It is your messiah. What is Madame Web but A Very Spider-Man Nativity, the story of the birth of one Peter Benjamin Parker mythologised, with three wise Spider-Women in attendance? The joke in Deadpool and Wolverine is that Deadpool is “Marvel Jesus”, but the film is too smart to play that straight. Instead, it casts Wolverine as the messiah. Wolverine is “the anchor being.” Only through Wolverine’s death and rebirth can the world itself be redeemed, the universe born again, the centre allowed to hold. Hell, he’s even crucified at one point in Deadpool and Wolverine. [...] (It is telling that even the void has no room for anybody but superheroes. Second chances are reserved entirely for pieces of recognisable iconography, not for ordinary people. There is no humanity to be found in Deadpool and Wolverine, the narrative equivalent of watching an executive move items around a spreadsheet for two straight hours.)

[simplysnowbarry]

MARK YOUR CALENDARS ❄️⚡

Big thanks to everyone who voted in our poll recently. We can now announce that Snowbarry Week 2023 - our final full-length Snowbarry Week - will run from Monday December 4th to Sunday December 10th this year!

We’ve chosen the prompts from those submitted to us so as to speed the process along and give everyone plenty of time to create. And we’ve also got extras for artists, as well as a few song prompts.

prompts:

day 1, Mon Dec 4th - First + Last Time

day 2, Tues Dec 5th - Innovation

day 3, Weds Dec 6th - Reconnecting

day 4, Thurs Dec 7th - FREE DAY + any past prompts

day 5, Fri Dec 8th - Fantasy / Fairytale

day 6, Sat Dec 9th - "Just a normal day"

day 7, Sun Dec 10th - Post-canon / Future AUs

extras for artists:

silver and gold

hues of red and/or blue

song prompts:

The Script - No Good In Goodbye

Picture This - Take My Hand

The Heydaze - New Religion

Posting guidelines will be posted closer to the date. We hope to see you all in December, and in the mean time, HAPPY CREATING!

(!) F.A.Q

Who can participate in Snowbarry Week?

ANYONE! Writers, giffers, manip-ers (?), fan artists smol and toll. We welcome fan fiction, gifsets, manips, fanart, fanmixes, …

Can days be combined?

YES! Reconnecting with future AU? Or innovation and fairytale? All joking aside, you can combine whichever prompts you’d like.

Can I create work for both the artists prompts and the writer prompts?

ABSOLUTELY YES!

Can I use the artists prompts for a fic, or the writer prompts for art work?

GO CRAZY!

If I want to contribute something do I have to do something for every day?

Not at all. You’re free to commit to a single day, and we will be so flipping excited to see it. The point is just to have fun with the prompts, even if it’s just the one.

Can I post a WIP that I started working on before that fits a Snowbarry Week theme?

Yes, of course! We’re not a Big Bang, or even a Mini Bang, we don’t require art or fic to have been created from scratch for exactly this week.

I’m going to be busy/out of town during Snowbarry Week. Can I post early/late?

We’d really like to avoid early posting. If you’re out of town or too busy the week itself you can always schedule posts for the correct dates.

Posting late shouldn’t be a problem. Posting Day 1 on Day 3 is also perfectly fine, just make sure we can tell which day you’re posting for, so our heads don’t start spinning.

What does free day mean?

Basically, free day is where you decide what prompt you want to do something with. As long as it’s Snowbarry (or one of its variations like Savifrost, Flashfrost, etc), you’re okay to do whatever you want. A free day in the middle of the week might also provide some much needed breathing space for all the contributors.

Also, the same as last year, our free day now doubles as an opportunity to create for any of our past prompts! If there was a prompt you didn’t manage to finish something for, or just always liked the sound of doing but missed the opportunity, we’d love to see that for this day to have a fun revival of some of the great prompts from past events.

What does [insert theme] mean?

Oh man, this is a hard one to answer. Reconnecting could be about Barry and Caitlin getting to know each other after falling out, or after drifting apart, but it could also be about reconnecting with other things in their life or even as literal as reconnecting cables on some tech as part of an action plot! We can’t tell you which roles to cast your characters in, because everyone has different interpretations. If you can justify the connection, we’re pretty sure you’re good.

Does my idea fit the theme?

Like we said above, if you can justify it, we’re pretty sure you’re good. If you’re really not sure, hit us up!

If there are more questions, please don’t hesitate to drop us an ask. Any questions you don’t want published, feel free to come off anon and ask us as well - we promise we won’t publish what you’re not comfortable with, just let us know if you want it answered privately.

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

Hi! I don't know if you'll be interested, but I just published my own Twisted Wonderland fan fiction story. I would like to hear what you think of it (if you decide read it) https://www.tumblr.com/trixie-in-wonderland/755146130249170944/miracle-maker-in-twisted-wonderland?source=share

Wow, that sounds super awsome! And by the looks of the fic itself, it seems really well thought out and the interconnecting world building between two other fandoms/forms of media into one entirely new alternate universe is lowkey so cool to see!

Admittedly, I have no clue on what Kaitou Joker is even about besides hearing it in passing when I was a kid that was still fixated on cable TV (and when Disney channel was still on said TV rip 😔) back then so I was sort of lost while reading the fic myself but still impressed with the amount of dedication and work you've put into it to make it seem as coesive as possible so you should be proud of that, friend! ^_^

Keep it up but don't forget to take breaks once and awhile! And hopefully the AO3 curse won't catch up to ya soon-

And I say to anyone that's interested in this type of crossover, you should absolutely try and read it for yourselves, you won't regret it- promise! :D

[biblioflyer]

Finding hope in an Age of Apocalypse: maybe Xavier’s dream isn’t dead, just wounded.

X-Men ‘97 ends on a series of cliffhangers: the team split between eras, likely having to choose between helping a mortal enemy or altering history in unpredictable ways but probably for the worse, and with the present day team facing a new wave of anti-mutant sentiment and the potential for President Creed. Yet contained within this ending are seeds of hope.

This is part 5 in a series of discussions about the pessimism of the X-Men setting, its origins, its consequences, and whether that’s even a fair assessment.

Part 1 laid out some of the core conceits of the setting.

Part 2 discusses theories of historical change.

Part 3 is about the messiness of allegories.

Part 4 compares X-Men to other popular settings and their status quo or evolution.

I hold out hope the next season of ‘97 might complicate the status quo a bit. Maybe build upon Steve Rogers looking very unhappy when the Magneto protocol was authorized to show us humans and superhumans who are more willing to buck the system. President Kelly is likely to be seen as a big disappointment by idealists who want to work within the system, such as Steve. 

If ‘97 does go forward with a transition from having a President who is sympathetic to Mutants but whose ultimate priority is order to a President who is a fire breathing anti-mutant extremist, that would be a fruitful way to bring in dissenting humans and superhumans. It would be interesting to see the status quo, from the perspective of supportive non-Mutants, move from unjust but seeming to have room for reform to one that is intolerable.

It’s very much not Captain America’s show and there is no obligation to depict him in a sympathetic way in the X-Men’s corner of the setting, but adding extra dimensions to the conflict by having a broader ideological mix of Humans would offset the fatalism of the first season and the potential extra gloom of a President Creed arc by bringing a smidge of optimism that Sapiens vs Mutatis does not have to be a zero sum conflict.

I’m just personally not a fan of settings without hope. It’s what frustrated me about the way the Star Wars Sequels wiped away the achievements of the legacy characters as if they had been built on sand and without even really giving us any appreciation for what, if anything, they did achieve. It’s what made the first couple seasons of Star Trek Discovery kind of a chore, not that there wasn’t hope, but you really had to dig deep to find anything approximating the idealism of TNG. 

I know things are hard, I know the world is a mess, and I’m fine with fictional worlds being hyperbolically messy but give me hope dammit! I don’t want to come away from an epic journey feeling fatalistic about reality by finding no hope in fiction.

Which is incidentally why I want to thank the writers of ‘97 for capping off the season by having the touching moment with Scott and Cable and for Xavier being willing to die trying to break through to Magneto, even after everything Magneto had done.

Grim is okay if it's complemented by heroes being that much more heroic for contrast.

If I wanted bad people doing bad things, having bad things happen to them, and becoming worse people for it I’d reread Game of Thrones.

If I wanted all of that with superpowers, I’d pick up the original The Boys comics.

[chernobog13]

Ron Ely as Tarzan, and his chimp co-star Cheeta. Though they look like best friends, Ely suffered several bites from the little guy during the course of their two years working together.

For kids in the mid-to-late 1960s, Ron Ely WAS Tarzan.

Ely was the star of the 57-episode Tarzan TV series that ran two seasons, from 1966 to 1968, and then in near continual syndication for several years afterward.

The television series was executive produced by Sy Weintraub, who had been producing the Tarzan films since 1958. Weintraub was responsible for replacing the monosyllabic persona of Tarzan, made popular by the Johnny Weissmuller films of the 1930s and40s, with the educated, well-spoken character from Edgar Rice Burroughs' novels. True Trazan fans were delighted with this move, and I'm sure Burroughs himself would have been as well had he lived to see it (he died in 1950).

Tarzan about to demonstrate his vine swinging skills.

Weintraub also filmed his Tarzan movies on location, as opposed to in a studio with stock jungle footage. This made for some spectacular scenes, but it was rough on both the crew and his Tarzan actors: Gordon Scott, Jock Mahoney, and Mike Henry.

When he decided to make the Tarzan television series, Weintraub wanted Henry to continue in the role. However, Henry had made 3 Tarzan films back-to-back in 1965 and was physically exhausted. Thus the TV role eventually was awarded to Ely.

Like the Mike Henry films, the TV series was filmed in Brazil (first four episodes) and Mexico (the remainder of the series). This explains why the scenery, while lush and exotic, sometimes doesn't quite gel with images we'd seen of the African wilderness. It also explains why many of the extras appeared Latin as opposed to African.

Ely insisted on doing his own stunts for the series, a decision later on he would come to regret. He suffered more than two dozen serious injuries, which included two broken shoulders, lion bites, and several bites from his co-star, Cheeta the chimp. Allan Sherman, in an issue of the Tarzan comic book when it was published by DC, wrote an article and chart detailing all the injuries Ely incurred in the two years of production. Unfortunately, I have not been able to find the article to include here.

The one thing Ely could not do: the famous Tarzan yell. The production ended up using a recording of Johnny Weissmuller's version of the yell.

Ely's other co-star in the series was Jai, an orphaned boy (played by Manuel Padilla, Jr). Jai took the place of Boy, Tarzan's son from the Weissmuller films, and gave the ape man someone to protect and/or rescue every episode.

Manuel Padilla, Jr. as Jai, Tarzan's companion throughout the TV series, with Ron Ely as Tarzan.

As in Weintraub's films, the character of Jane was not present. Weintraub preferred a Tarzan who was a lone adventurer. The TV Tarzan was not a globetrotter like his film counterpart; his adventures were limited to a fictional African country.

The Tarzan series had several high profile guest stars including, believe it or not, Diana Ross and The Supremes: Cindy Birdsong, Mary Wilson, and Diana Ross as a trio of nuns.

The series got off to an uneven start, as the location shooting took longer than anticipated. Early episodes show signs of hasty, almost haphazard editing as they were assembled at a breakneck speed to meet NBC network's broadcasting schedule. Luckily, the production eventually found its footing, and things smoothed out quickly.

For a brief time Tarzan's TV adventures took over the cover spot on the Tarzan of the Apes comic book.

Warners Brothers has released the series on DVD back in 2012 and 2013. To my knowledge (which, admittedly, is faulty) it is not currently streaming or available on any cable channels.

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You ever see a take so bad about that it makes you want to actually post something?

Anyways Gerald and Sheila do love each other, they just happen to be characters in a long running dark comedy cable tv show so of course their relationship is gonna appear whack sometimes

Warning for discussion of characters fictional sex life below, no photos but I just wanna make sure y’all know what you’re in for:

1. “They’re not sexually attracted to each other anymore”

Bro what show are you watching??

These two have literally never cheated on the other (both of the Cartman’s dad episodes imply that they both slept with Liane so maybe they did have a threesome) and Gerald not getting an erection that one ep is because.

He’s an older guy. Not because he’s not attracted to his wife anymore. In fact it’s probably why they do their UPS role plays and why Sheila is ok with Gerald watching porn, it shows how healthy their sex life is. Like, Sheila straight up had sex with Chef and was just outside the room like how was it honey :)

We clearly see them having sex with each other many times, but I’ve seen some arguments say that because their room is dark when they have sex, it clearly means Gerald doesn’t want to see Sheila and hates having sex with her? I’m sure many couples have sex in low lighting, but in-universe they probably turn off the lights so that their kids don’t come into the room (which clearly never works lol). Or out of universe, the network won’t allow them to show a full sex scene on cable tv (considering they also don’t allow them to show full frontal nudity except for the movie and streaming eps).

Anyways, tldr: the Broflovski’s love having sex with each other probably to the detriment of their sons lol.

2. However, I can get why some people don’t see them as emotionally loving each other. We see lots of moments where Gerald is scared of Sheila and Sheila can get really pissed off with him.

And of course, a lot of these moments come from Gerald, as while he’s not wrong sometimes that Sheila can be meddlesome, he does hide a lot of his shit from her because he’s afraid of being (rightfully) punished. Especially in season 20, we do see Sheila miss him and try to be open with him, Gerald doesn’t reciprocate not because he doesn’t love her but because he’s focused on his trolling.

We can either assume their relationship is always like this outside of season 20, where Sheila is putting in more effort than Gerald, or assume that this is just a special circumstance and Gerald is a bit more attentive outside of this season (which I think the show kinda implies? Idk might just be me lol).

3. So are these two an unhealthy relationship? Mmm depends, in the real world obviously yeah. But in the context of South Park the show, not at all.

Whenever people go “oh minor character’s parents are the healthiest/best parents on the show and have the best relationship” it’s like…well yeah duh, we don’t know anything about them.

As parents of the main characters, they are hands down the most loving. They’re not shown fighting with each other or cheating on each other (the hot tub incident is iffy but I think Gerald is just stupid when it comes to friendships lol). They definitely have their flaws, but never in a way where it feels like Sheila is parenting her husband, she rightfully calls him out.

It might seem like a low bar but again, considering the show, the two of them treat each other kinda ok. Season 20 really soured their relationship for a lot of fans, which is expected, but I think for current fans who’ve gone through the 3 almost divorces of Randy/Sharon, any marriage that doesn’t rely on “god I hate my nagging wife” jokes is a relief.

TLDR: You can like or hate characters for literally any reason, people can depict them any way they want, I just got really annoyed for no reason lol

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IMPERAPARTY . TERZO OR COPIA

Pairing: Terzo x Fem!Reader or Copia x Fem!Reader, you choose *wink wink*

Summary: The Ministry bustles with activity. The Impera Release Ritual has just finished and such a special occasion deserves a celebration. And, well... You aren't denying yourself a glass of wine. Nor the approach of someone. Or the one where you have fun with one of our beloved Papas!

Word count: 980

Notes: Oh, hello! This is a repost since I moved from an old to a new blog! Also, this is a "choose your adventure" fan fiction, so choose which Papa (or both, no one is stopping you!) you want to have fun with! I hope you enjoy! Keep in mind that English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Warnings: There will be smut in any of the paths you choose, so, minors, don't overstep any boundaries. I can't stop you from reading this introduction since it doesn't have any mature content, but DON'T proceed any further. Please, this is for your own safety.

If you want to take a look at my other writings, here they are!

“Cut!” Sister Imperator shouted to the camera operators amongst the noise reverberating off the marble walls and echoing around the vast corridor of the Ministry. You stood almost beside her, two Sisters of Sin separated you from her, and you flinched slightly at the shout.

The IMPERA Release Ritual had just finished.

People clapped enthusiastically as soon as Papa Emeritus IV sang the last verse of "Spillways", one of the new songs that had grown on you lately, and the YouTube transmission was interrupted.

Copia maneuvered around the microphone stand and looked from side to side as he waited for the Ghouls to join him. They held their hands and bowed altogether. The dying round of applause sprang to life again. The noise, a mix between the round of applause and the hubbub, was almost unrearable, but you smiled at the band and continued to clap until they had dispersed.

Sound technicians unplugged instruments, and camera operators pulled cables as people slowly walked and chirpily talked. Men in fancy suits made a beeline for the improvised stage, moving in the opposite direction to the mass of people. You had never seen them around. Your eyes curiously followed them as you patiently waited on the spot you had occupied during the last hour for the Sisters of Sin around you to join the mass of people, which moved to the Great Hall, where the after party would be held.

Sister Imperator, as the men in fancy suits, made a beeline for the improvised stage. Because of her priviledged spot close to it, she needn't struggle with the mass of people. She ran towards Copia and swiftly grabbed his head between her hands, squishing his ears and kissing both of his cheeks. Her voice reached your ears, and she congratulated her "golden boy, C., I'm proud of you!".

When Copia saw the men in fancy suits approaching, he quickly disentagled himself from Sister Imperator. It was impossible to listen to their conversation. It must have lasted a minute. They shook hands with Copia and the Ghouls who caught the conversation in the middle, and that was that.

The Sisters of Sin around you started to move, and you followed them. The mass of people swarmed the Great Hall. Most of its furniture – lounge chairs, armchairs, sofas – had been reorganized around coffee tables by the walls, which were covered by dark wooden panels, except for the wall above the fireplace, which was covered by a mirror. Red candles burnt steadily on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. The intricate details carved on the golden frame of the mirror danced under their flickering light, which added a mysterious glow to its surroudings. A thurible had been placed between the candles and its smoke lazily floated in the air in round puffs.

The long wooden table around which the Sisters of Sin gathered for meals had been replaced by a round wooden table. It had been positioned exactly underneath the chandelier, and a tall crystal vase of roses had been positioned exactly in its middle. It was surrounded by golden trays of varied dishes, at which you salivated.

Standing wooden tables had been scattered across the room. People had already occupied most of them when you entered it. The air was thick. The smell of roses mixed with the steam rising from the dishes and the smoke rising from the thurible. The firewood burning in the fireplace maintained the room cozily warm.

You quietly observed the people. Your sisters, scattered around the room, talked, laughed, drank and ate. The ghost of Papa Emeritus Nihil, sat on an armchair by the fireplace and talked to Mr. Saltarian and other men, certainly Mr. Saltarian's guests. Primo and Secondo, gathered around a coffee table at the farthest corner of the room, played cards. They had managed to attract a small crowd.

"C'mon," one your sisters wrapped her fingers around your wrist and pulled you towards one of the console tables bearing golden trays of varied drinks. Crystals glasses had been filled to the brim with wine, champagne, and water. She grasped two glasses of wine and handed one to you. "Let's get the party started."

And it did. Three glasses of wine and one glass of champagne followed the first. Your stomach happily digested the food you had snatched from the golden trays on the round wooden table in the center of the room. The atmosphere had shifted as soon as alcohol invaded bloodstreams. The air was still thick. But, now, the smell of roses mixed with the sweat emanating from the drunk bodies and the scent of alcohol. But, now, the firewood burning in the fireplace maintained the room lustifully warm.

From an armchair beside Secondo, you hazily observed the people playing cards. The players alternated at each round and it had gotten interesting since a "new" rule – ahem, a rule that attended every party at The Ministry whenever people started to get drunk –, one which obligated the losers of the round to undress, one piece of clothing at a time. Two of your sisters had already lost their veil, their coif, their scapular, and their belt. Their tunic was the only piece of clothing hiding their sins.

A bunch of grapes rested on your left hand and you lazily ate it. The dizziness caused by the alcohol had started to wear off. Although a fourth glass of wine rested in front of you on the edge of the coffee table, it had been there for more than an hour. You pulled it to your lips and savoured another sip of wine along with some grapes.

"Oh, no!" one of your sisters mirthuflly exclaimed at one of the guests as he abandoned the cards in his hand on the coffee table.

Another round had ended. The crowd mercilessly teased him, for he would have to take his button-up shirt off, which would leave him shirtless.

Terzo pulled a couple of grapes from the bunch that rested on your hand.

Out the corner of your eyes, you observed Copia.

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BLUE SUN RISING, (Part 1 of 3)

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Captain T'garr was led away the Treaty Commission. She was smiling. Not only had she Submitted to Lezon Treh K'lass, the long missing M'cratt War Leader, in doing so, she had secured the chance for safety for both herself and her crew. If she had not, both she and her crew would have to answer to the Treaty Commission for the unsuccessful attack on the D'ancer that had been ordered by Political Officer S'nake.

Data plates quietly came back into view. The Feront said, “While all of this interesting business has been going on, I have been working in my shops. Your drive test torpedo will be ready in about ten more hours. I have disguised it as a standard message torpedo which will be sent to my City in the system of M'rel.

“Its transit times and recovery should tell us all that we need to know about the safety of this drive system.”

Lezon nodded her thanks absently. She was working on a set of specifications for new superconducting cables based specifically on tachyon pairing. Pointing her ears at the plate in concentration, she added a last few micro key strokes with expert claws. Smiling, she handed the plate to the Feront with a cheerful, “This is under T.C. Security, according to the agreement just made. It might alter your plans for building the torpedo a tiny bit.”

The Feront's tail went dead straight and it crouched still, as if ready to spring. It said quietly, “Shall I make up a new superconducting harness for the D'ancer in addition to the other items agreed to?”

T'lass asked thoughtfully, “Will it work regardless of the drive system used? If so, please do.”

M'kah looked at T'lass and commented, “You haven't even seen what Lezon has just proposed. Isn't it a bit quick to make a judgment call like that?”

T'lass replied, “I trust mommy Lezon and I saw the Feront's reaction. Those two things tell me that the idea is good engineering. I will see it soon. That is part of my job. I have a few ideas along other theoretical lines that I am contemplating just now.”

C'rinn raised her eyebrows at that tidbit of news. Shortly, the T.C. Representatives left on their other official business.

As soon as they were alone, Lezon smiled down at T'lass and asked, “What was the Feront's news that might interest us?”

T'lass scuffed the deck with her foot and looked down as she said, “The Empire has closed K'lass' School of All Conflict. K'lass was exiled to F'roff, which is only fifteen C years from here. She has been restricted to teaching kits the elements of the V'naris as a system of hand to hand combat only.

“The range is short, an ideal test run for the new drives. The test run to F'roff would also give us the time and the chance to upgrade our firepower. It is possible that your teacher may be willing to begin a new School of All Conflict on M'rel. If she consents to do so, it will become an important part of our new planetary educational system.”

Lezon raised the kit's face with a hand under the chin and smiled at her. “This is indeed well thought of, T'lass. As soon as we have the test results back, we can do everything that you have suggested.” Pausing to ruffle T'lass' juvenile mane, she added, “There is a true Warrior lurking in your head.”

T'lass looked up into Lezon's eyes and smiled. She said, “Thank you, Mommy. Now, may I see that idea that you had for a paired tachyon superconductor? I have an idea or two of my own along those lines but I lack the engineering knowledge to be sure of them.”

Lezon smiled and handed the data plate to T'lass. Lezon silently signaled the others to be quiet. T'lass frowned and activated a textbook on her own data plate. She followed what she found with a claw tip, tracing something. She stared off at nothing for a few minutes and reset her plate to sketch mode and began to trace something out. Several times, she redid parts of her sketch. She changed modes again and began to type quickly with her claw tips on the micro keys.

She handed the data plate to Lezon, saying, “Our text is pretty basic about weapon layouts. If the text is right, this should work. I'm sure that it will be needing a lot more engineering to make it work properly. What do you think, Mommy Lezon?”

Lezon glanced at the plate and simply handed it directly to K'ress saying, “You are the best engineer among us. Will this thing do what I think it will?”

K'ress took out her own data plate and began typing and sketching. She looked up and stated, “If you think that it will punch right through the strongest shields in known space, you are right. Kit's right too. It will need a good bit of work to make it fire safely but the basic idea is sound.

“Shields usually distribute the incoming weapon energy across the entire surface of the shield and radiate it outward. This little monstrosity confines the hit into a circular eddy current that more than doubles the shield strength at the outside edge of eddy but reduces it to nearly nothing in the middle. Might be off by a fair bit on these preliminary figures but it looks like about seventy five to eighty percent of the tachyon beam energy should go right through that hole.

“If we can fit this to our present guns without any other increase in output energy we should be able to knock out a medium cruiser. If we actually do the full upgrade that T'lass has indicated, we should be able to take on almost any vessel except, possibly, a Feront City ship.

“My only reservation in that regard is shields. Ours will only upgrade about ten percent.”

T'cill and K'sere were squabbling in a good natured way over their data plates. K'sere was saying, “It's a good idea, T'cill, but it won't work like that! Here, see the problem? We need to do it some other way.”

T'cass gently scooped up their plates, looked at their work and commented, “You know, our other daughters aren't exactly stupid. I think that this will take care of your shield problems, K'ress.” She handed over the plates of the other two kits to K'ress, who studied them thoughtfully.

T'cass suggested, “Data plates are all well and good, but we should go the main engineering station and let K'ress set things up while we all comment. Everybody here seems to have good ideas and we are setting off chains of thought in each other as we sort them out. Let's see what we can do together.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Episode mapping: This chapter takes place during several episodes - episode 5 of season 10 "Fan Fiction", episode 6 of season 10 "Ask Jeeves", episode 7 of season 10 "Girls, Girls, Girls", episode 8 of season 10 "Hibbing 911"

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, miner injury

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

After a half an hour argument between Dean and Sam, a couple days after we first met, I was allowed to have my phone and my laptop back. 

Another five days after that, I was granted permission to take some adapters, cables and tools from my car but Sam was with me the entire time. 

After two weeks living together in the bunker, Sam accepted the fact that he cannot follow me everywhere and watch my every move.

He is still barely talking to me and throws me measuring looks every time we pass each other in the hallway.

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The boys are on a hunt, some drama teacher went missing after rehearsal, and I'm buried in cables, gears and tools. I had connected to the bunker's mainframe and am trying to figure out what is wrong with it. The poor thing has not been upgraded since the 1940s. So… I took the drastic decision to make some improvements while I'm searching for the main problem. This is exactly how I ended up tangled in an inferno of wires. And this is how the boys find me when they come back from the case. "Wow… Is that what you did when we were gone? Are you sure you know what you are doing?" "Yes, I'm sure…" I pick my head from under the counter. "Oh my God! And those glasses! You are trying to check all the nerdy boxes or something?" "Glasses or no glasses, I can still…" I start with a cold tone but when I look at Dean, I see the sneer on his face "Oh! You think you're funny?" "I know for a fact that I am!" "You are not." I say but the smile on my face contradicts my words. "How was the case?" "It was… strange… even for us."

I'm laughing uncontrollably after Dean finished telling me about the case. Yes… I'm laughing with the man I'm going to kill… My attempts to keep him away are not going as well as expected. "There are books about you! And they did their own interpretation of your lives!? In a musical!? I… I can't… That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I'll have to check those books…" "Don't you even dare!" I return my focus to my work but I keep randomly bursting into laughter in the next few hours.  This is hilarious!  Books and musicals!  I'll definitely have to find those books.  That's an interesting concept, a prophet turned author.  Did some person like this Chuck, have also written my prophecy? And if so, did they know more about how I am supposed to stop the unstoppable Knight of Hell? But even if they did… this was at least 15 years ago… and since there can be only one prophet at a time… and the boys know at least two… Another dead end…

"What the hell?" I hear Dean yelling from the kitchen. I rush through the maze of hallways and almost bump into Sam on the kitchen's doorway. "Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks. "What's going on?! What the hell is this!" He points to the countertop.

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"An espresso machine, obviously." I answer and roll my eyes with annoyance.  He scared the shit out of me!  And for what!?  He is such a drama queen.  "I can no longer drink this vomit you Americans call coffee." "But…" "I'm not forcing you to use it! Yours is still there. You can keep using it. But I can't." I turn around and head to the door.  I see Sam trying to contain his smile. He is really enjoying this situation but will never show it in front of me. "How did this appear here?" He asks instead. "Online shopping, Sam… Don't worry. I ordered just a coffee machine… No weapons… I promise…" "You ordered it here!?" "I picked it up from the delivery center in town… I'm not stupid! I know how to keep a bunker a secret, remember?"

My schedule is an infinite loop of little to no sleep, coffee in large doses, coding, debugging and searching through every corner of the bunker's system I can think about, more coffee and pizza.  And then again.  And again.  The boys had been on a couple of hunts, but the way they are searching for cases is inefficient. They go through the internet and local news sites for unusual occurrences. I thought all the bunkers have a notification system… But maybe this one is too old for that… Maybe I should write them an algorithm for this.

I notice Sam is carefully watching Dean. Again. He started to do that after their last case.  Something had happened that made Sam worried.  But he will never tell me.  All I know is that it was a case involving a shifter.  It sounded like an Agatha Christie novel. The maid turns out to be the daughter of the late rich lady and a shifter. And was planning to kill all her greedy family members. She had tricked the boys by giving them fake silverware and they were not able to identify her as the shifter until much later.  "That's why I'm always wearing my rings." I told Dean while sitting on the couch. "This one is silver, the other one - iron, and this one - steel." But something else had happened on that case that makes Sam worry about Dean. "There is still time. At least 5 months. Maybe more." I say to Sam when we happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. "I'm not going to let you kill him. I'll find another way." Is the only thing he says to me and walks out of the room. "Do you honestly believe that I want to do it?" I mutter to myself.

"Em, we are going." Dean shouts.  The boys were digging through the Men of Letters archive for the past 4 days.  When they are in the bunker, I spend a lot of time with Dean. Sometimes just sitting in the library, other times he stays with me for hours in the mainframe room, exchanging stories and talking about old cases.  And here they are going again on a hunt.  I have left the bunker a couple of times to go to town for supplies or for the next package of equipment or gear for the bunker's upgrade but for the most time I was stuck in here.

"Ok, sit here. Easy, be careful."  The boys are back. I walk in the library and see Sam sitting on the edge of the table, an arrow sticking from his right shoulder. "What happened?" "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." Dean answers me. Sam is ignoring me, like usual. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam declares. I'm going to leave the room and leave them to handle it themselves when I see Dean preparing to try and break the arrow. "Stop!" I yell before he can cause irreversible damage to his brother's shoulder. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." I try to wipe my hands clean of all the grime while I walk to them. My efforts are in vain so I grab some medical gloves from the first aid kit. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam tries to protest. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!" I cut him off, frustrated. He is so unbelievably stubborn! "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I explain, seeing their confusion. "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." Dean retorts playfully. "Really?" I look at him and roll my eyes. Those boys are dancing on my nerves today. "Now! The belt!" While Dean is unbuckling his belt I start to unroll the tail of the carbon arrow. When Dean gives me his belt I make Sam bite on it.  "I'm not..." He tries to protest again but I just tilt my head to the side and look at him with a 'oh, you are' look. I had enough with his attitude for today. He seems to understand because he just does as I had told him. The younger Winchester is too tall and I can not pull out the arrow from this angle so I climb on the table. "Are you ready, big guy?" I ask Sam. He stiffens but I don't wait for his answer before swiftly pulling the arrow out. He grunts and clenches his teeth. "Затова беше коланът." I whisper. *That's what the belt was for.* I climb down from the table and see that Dean is staring at me with wide eyes. I take Sam's left hand and make him put pressure on the wound. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" Dean just nods, still staring at me.  I ignore him, remove the gloves and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" I yell.

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I make Sam sit on the edge of the table. We had been injured too many times but an arrow, that is something new. "What happened?" Em enters the library. "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." I explain. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam's distrust and animosity towards her hadn't changed with the past few weeks. It was not like him at all. I'm preparing to break the tail of the arrow like I have seen in the movies but I freeze when I hear a sharp "Stop!" Emilia is strolling through the room towards us. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." She fails to wipe her hands in her jeans so she grabs some gloves from the first aid kit.  She is covered in grime and dust, her hair in the usual braid, her glasses perched on her nose. The bunker's mainframe must have not been cleaned like… ever. I realize she has been stuck in that small room for more than a month now. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam repeats again. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!"  This woman definitely has some sass in her, when she is not trying to hold back and act like a soldier. This is the first time I have seen her snap like that.  "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I never in a million years imagined that someone talking about power tools would turn me on so badly! "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." I retort but I'm surprised by her taking charge of the situation like that. "Really?" She glares at me through her glasses. "Now! The belt!" I just shrug and give her the belt. She unscrews the tail of the arrow. Hm, so that's how it's done? Then she makes Sam bite the belt. "I'm not.." Sam starts to protest but obviously the look on Emilia's face makes him shut up. The look on his face is one of fury.  The next second she climbs on the table which makes my jaw drop. Her left knee is on Sam's right side, her right knee… between my brother's legs. She is practically straddling his leg. Sam visibly stiffens and stares at me over her shoulder in shock. The look on my face mirrors his. "Are you ready, big guy?" Em acks and I arch my brow. Before Sam can even react, she jerks the arrow from his shoulder. Sam grunts and Em mutters something before hopping down from the table. She grabs Sam's other hand and makes him put pressure on his shoulder then she turns to me. The shock and disbelief on my face must be obvious but she completely ignores it. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" I nod and she turns around and leaves the room tossing the medical gloves in the bin next to the door. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" She yells from the hallway. "Did she… Did she just climbed on you, straddled you and called you a 'big guy'?"  Sam chokes.  "Well…" I look at the doorway where she had disappeared. "She is hot when she is bossy."

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Laverne Cox seems happy with this role so why people are mad? My statement will sound weird but some fans need to calm down and let black actress to have the opportunity to play any character they want including if those are evil, fascist or whatever. Stop having high standard for black actress. I'm playing in theatre and we had to give up an adaptation of a modern snow white because I was going to play the evil step mother and snow white was supposed to be play by a white girl. You know what? I wanted to play the evil step mother. The project was dropped because of so called anti racist. Before whining because a black trans woman was cast as an evil character in a fictional society ask yourself why she accepted this role? It's hard enough to find good opportunities, interesting characters to play maybe stop taking agency from black actress. Start listening black actress when they talked about their bad experience on set bc of racism and respect them if they don't for a while (like Kat Graham) AND let them picked whatever characters they want to play. Black actress can't be sentenced to play boring and bland characters like snow white because people made all our life about racism. I want my own escape too.

I don't know what you want from me. I'm not the one complaining that Laverne was doctor cable in Uglies. personally I'd want you to have the option to play snow white too not just the wicked queen.

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