#chat i think its time to kill dean

[shadystranger]

something about the way sam flinches when dean breaks stuff

[saiintvalentiine]

Summary: Ken walks into the aftermath of Parrot finding out Wifies is actually a clone. He should be given sainthood for how little he kills Parrot. Part 2 now out!

notes: this is so not edited lol i wrote this in like. 3 hours between tasks at work. rip. this is vaguely set in the most recent UU episode in that i needed a setting and also a reason for ken wifies and parrot to be in the same place at once. no spoilers for the episode its just alluded to being the setting. uhhhh. i think thats it. enjoy. divider from here.

word count for the curious: 2678. allegedly.

Ken arrives in the meeting room with a hop in his step. He’s been looking for Wifies everywhere, but Dean let him know that Wifies was talking with Parrot, and now Ken can finally show him the little tricky trap he’s been working on! He’s proud of himself. It’s a really good design! So he’s hopping into the room like a rabbit instead of a cat.

Parrot stands alone at the head of the table, back to the door. Just Parrot.

Bleh.

“Yo,” Ken greets even though he still feels the urge to whack Parrot across the head occasionally. “I thought Wifies was here?”

“Did you know?” Parrot asks.

Ken can feel every single part of his body prickle with discomfort. He’s glad that Parrot isn’t looking at him, so he has a chance to lower his shoulders, and tail, and ears. And attitude. He knows, somehow, what exactly Parrot means by knowing. Ken shuts the door silently.

“Know what?” Ken asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Don’t play dumb Ken. Did you know about Wifies being a clone?”

Ken breathes in slowly. He pulls his comm out and checks the playerlist. Wifies is gone. He was here only a few minutes ago when Ken last checked, which means that whatever happened, just happened.

“Did he tell you that?” Ken asks, opening Wifies’s chat.

[_Kenadian_]: where are you?

“You know, I was so confused,” Parrot turns around, eyes distant and face blank. “When I first met him, he was such a fucking asshole. Entirely full of himself. Still the smartest guy I’d ever met, though, so when all this stuff started happening on the server, I couldn’t help but think of him. I thought I was gonna regret inviting him, yet he was so quiet and nice now.”

[_Kenadian_]: wifies

[_Kenadian_]: seriously where are you

“He was always reserved, even before, but all these little things started coming up— he couldn’t remember things well, he’d talk about weird things in his sleep, things like that. And I couldn’t even. . . I didn’t know how to piece it together, and he wouldn’t talk to me!”

[_Kenadian_]: wato

[Wato1876]: Hey!

[_Kenadian_]: have you heard from wifies

[Wato1876]: No?

[Wato1876]: Isn’t he on unstable w/ you right now?

[_Kenadian_]: he left and isnt answering my messages

[_Kenadian_]: parrot found out, idk how, and now wifies is /gone/

[Wato1876]: ok I’ll check around for him

[_Kenadian_]: thx

“Are you even listening?” Parrot asks, and Ken finally looks up at him. His expression is one of desperation. It disgusts Ken.

“No,” Ken says, voice bone dry. “You yelled at him didn’t you? God Parrot, and I was just starting to respect you.”

“He lied to me this whole time!” Parrot explodes, eyes wild as he leans his hand on the table. “From the start, he hid this from me, and I only found out by— by sheer coincidence! He was talking to someone on his comm, and said something about being a clone, and I just—”

“Wait, who was he talking to?” Ken interrupts with a frown.

“I— I don’t know, they had a deep voice, talked really particularly?”

“Must’ve been Retro. . . Retro knows?” Ken mutters to himself.

The shame Wifies stews in every day because of his clone status is something Ken hasn’t been able to push past; Wifies always says he owes his life to Ken, but rarely does he bother to share his burdens with him either. Which means at least Retro seems to be getting through to him. . . It stings a little, but Ken has bigger fish to fry.

“So you did know!”

“Parrot, why do you care!” Ken snaps, turning back to his comm and searching for Retro’s contact information. Shit. He should’ve nabbed it off of Wifies earlier. “You drove him off! He’s not your fucking problem now, shouldn’t you be happy?! There! You cleaned your friends list of liars! Aren’t you satisfied with your work?!”

“I just wanted to know the truth, I didn’t want to drive him off! He's not a problem to get rid of!”

“Well great fucking job, man, go kick rocks or something. Fuck, where did he go?!”

[Wato1876]: Found him. He’s at the factory.

[Wato1876]: Ken, his comm is cracked right in half. He’s stuck here again.

Ken feels everything in him rear like a lion. He closes his comm and tucks it into his pocket. Slowly, oh so slowly, he stalks around the table towards Parrot, holding the hilt of his sword in a loose grip. Parrot follows his path with his eyes, feathers puffing out and fists clenched.

“Did you break his comm, Parrot?” Ken asks casually.

“No,” Parrot replies.

“Parrot. Tell me the truth. Did you break Wifies’s comm? Even by mistake?” Ken’s gums ache. He’ll dig his teeth into Parrot’s thin throat. He’ll rip his flimsy little esophagus out.

“No, no. I didn’t. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know if you wouldn’t, Parrot, but I swear to everything you hold dear, if I find out it was you who broke his comm, you are going to wish I had just killed you instead,” Ken hisses out.

“His comm is broken?” Parrot echoes faintly, and it’s like gravity returns to his world, his feet landing back in reality.

“I don’t think you deserve an answer, Parrot, but yes.”

Ken tries to breathe through his anger. He’s going to believe Parrot for now.

[_Kenadian_]: ill be there soon

[Wato1876]: Bring a replacement comm?

“I was mad,” Parrot sounds wretched. “But not— I don’t care that he’s a clone Ken. I just felt like he didn’t trust me.”

Killing Parrot would make Wifies even sadder. Killing Parrot would make Wifies even sadder. Killing Parrot would make Wifies even sadder. Killing Parrot would make Wifies even sadder. Killing Parrot would make Wifies even sadder.

“I never trusted you, Parrot, not once, not for a single moment, but you made Wifies happy. I don’t know what he sees in you, but he was happy playing second fiddle to your stupid little orchestra on here, y’know? So I tried very hard to get along with you, so Wifies could stay happy,” Ken lets go of the hilt of his sword to press a sharp nail into Parrot’s chest. “You don’t understand the state I found him in before he came here, before you roped him into your stupid little games. He—”

Ken’s voice cracks and he curses, indistinct and abstract. He hates this. Leave it to Parrot to fuck everything up, just like Ken always knew he would with his lack of foresight and planning and brain. Parrot snaps up to grab Ken’s hand in a tight grip.

“Ken, I didn’t want him to leave me,” Parrot chokes out. “I just wanted to know, I just—”

“And look at where your wanting got him!” Ken spits out, yanking his hand away. “You want, and want, and want, Parrot do you even care what your wanting costs the rest of the world? What it costs Wifies?”

“He never says anything to me, he never—”

“Do you ever ask?! God Parrot, get out of your head for a minute!”

Ken runs a hand through his hair. Where is he gonna find a replacement comm? He might have something in one of the prison servers he frequents, but his head is scrambled, he can’t quite sort through his inventory in his head to figure out what he has right now. He may have one in his escape kits. . .

“Ken,” Parrot breathes. He finally realized what he’s done, it seems. Ken wants to stab him in the stomach. “Ken, I care about Wifies more than anyone else. You know that right? He knows that right?”

Ken pulls at his roots.

“I don’t know anything about Wifies right now,” Ken finally says, exhaustion creeping into him as his adrenaline runs dry. “I can’t contact him right now. He gets. . . bad, when it comes to the clone stuff. God, Parrot, what the hell have you done?”

Ken doesn’t wait for an answer. He leaves the server and lands in his solo world, scrambling around his storage before finding a dusty old comm he hasn’t used since he customized his current one. Landing near the factory is always a displeasure, but he pushes his feelings aside and enters. It takes a little searching, but he finds Wifies and Wato in the office, laid out on the floor next to each other.

“Wifies,” Ken says, more to say something than having anything to say, and he sits next to Wifies.

“Sorry for scaring you,” Wifies says. His voice is hoarse, and his eyes are bloodshot. “My comm broke. I dropped it while it was open, and I fell on it.”

“I brought you an old one I had laying around,” Ken says, bringing a hand up and running his fingers through Wifies’s curls slowly. Wifies closes his eyes. “What happened?”

Wifies doesn’t answer at first, just breathes evenly and relaxes each part of his body. He's so tense. Ken wishes he had killed Parrot.

“Parrot found out,” Wifies whispers. “I was talking to Retro. He’s been. . . helping me decipher some stuff from the notes. It was important. And I called him, and Parrot heard, and he was livid. That I hadn’t told him. That he couldn’t trust me. So I left.”

“He’s an asshole,” Wato says, and both Wifies and Ken turn to look at him in shock. “What?”

“Wato, there’s a reason why we’re such good friends,” Ken says with a grin. “Because I, too, believe Parrot is an absolute asshole.”

“You guys always knew, but I lied to him,” Wifies says. “I don’t know if he’s an asshole for being upset I didn’t tell him.”

“Yes he is,” Ken and Wato say together.

“There’s no reason to defend him out here,” Ken scolds, scratching Wifies’s scalp lightly.

“I don’t hate him, Ken,” Wifies lets out a deep, winding sigh before sitting up slowly. “Can I have the comm? I need to message Retro. Tell him everything’s okay.”

“Fine.”

Ken hands over the comm and Wifies thanks him faintly. As he boots it up and logs in, Wato sits up and gives Ken a look. Ken returns the look. Before they can descend upon Wifies and force him to talk about his feelings, the comm begins pinging wildly, messages flooding in and not stopping. Peeking over Wifies’s shoulder, Ken makes a disgusted expression at Parrot’s chat being at the top of Wifies’s DMs. Parrot is absolutely spamming Wifies’s inbox. Ken’s going to eat him for dinner.

“Ah,” Wifies says. He then proceeds to ignore Parrot to text Retro. Good. Fuck that guy.

“What does he want?” Ken asks, not because he really cares but because if Parrot pisses him off again, he can justify going at him with an axe.

“Maybe. . . Maybe not right now,” Wifies’s voice is weak.

The messages roll to a stop. Good! And then Ken’s comm starts ringing off like shots. Goddamn it. Ken pulls out his comm. It is Parrot. Awful. Now Wifies and Wato move to peek over his shoulder as his inbox becomes utterly unusable.

[Parrotx2]: Ken

[Parrotx2]: I’m sorry

[Parrotx2]: not to you

[Parrotx2]: well I can be sorry to you too but I’m sorry that I reacted like that to Wifies

[Parrotx2]: and I just need him to know that I’m sorry

[Parrotx2]: and I know you hate my guts

[Parrotx2]: but you said he was happy right? I made him happy

[Parrotx2]: I don’t think I’ve ever made someone happy by just existing

[Parrotx2]: cause fuck, it’s not like I’ve done anything for him

[Parrotx2]: Ken what the fuck did I do

[Parrotx2]: please just let him know I’m sorry

[Parrotx2]: and that I didn’t mean to blow up

[Parrotx2]: you’d think I’d be used to betrayal but with him, it felt so much worse than betrayal

[Parrotx2]: like I had failed to be trustworthy

[Parrotx2]: the reveal was a lot, but I felt more hurt than disgusted or scared

[Parrotx2]: I don’t care if he’s a clone

[Parrotx2]: I mean I care if he wants me to care. I want him to want me to care about him.

[Parrotx2]: I care about him in general

[Parrotx2]: plus whoever the guy before him was was a bitch

[Parrotx2]: he’s like so much better in a million ways

[Parrotx2]: not the point

[Parrotx2]: the point is my caring of him is not reliant on his clone status

[Parrotx2]: I can tell he’s got a comm now cause my messages are showing up as received

[Parrotx2]: does he hate me now?

[Parrotx2]: he has every right

[Parrotx2]: I can’t even pretend that he shouldn’t hate me

[Parrotx2]: Ken I don’t want him to hate me

[Parrotx2]: I don’t know if I can live with that

[Parrotx2]: I fucked up so badly

[Parrotx2]: the worst part is I trust him

[Parrotx2]: I made this whole fuss about trust and I still trust him

[Parrotx2]: of course I do, he’s the single most trustworthy person I’ve ever met

[Parrotx2]: I’ve slept in the same room as him for months and I never even worried

[Parrotx2]: he could’ve left or betrayed me or killed me literally at any point

[Parrotx2]: and he never did! even if it would’ve made his life easier

[Parrotx2]: what the fuck was I thinking?

“Ugh. Do you wanna talk to him right now?” Ken asks, turning his head towards Wifies. He gets a face full of sweet smelling curly hair.

“. . . I don’t know,” Wifies says, resting his chin snuggly onto Ken’s shoulder.

[_Kenadian_]: can you shut up. jesus.

[Parrotx2]: sorry

[_Kenadian_]: yes he has a comm now

[_Kenadian_]: he’ll talk to you when he talks to you

[_Kenadian_]: you made him cry yknow

“Ken!” Wifies hisses, cheek warming up where it’s now pressed to the side of Ken’s throat. “Why did you tell him that?”

[Parrotx2]: fuck I’m sorry

[_Kenadian_]: yeah he knows

[_Kenadian_]: just

[_Kenadian_]: give him some space

[_Kenadian_]: also dont text me like that whats wrong with you

[_Kenadian_]: i want you so dead its not even funny

[_Kenadian_]: this is the SECOND time you make him cry

“Ken!!”

[Parrotx2]: I

[Parrotx2]: what?

[_Kenadian_]: wouldnt you like to know bird boy

[Parrotx2]: why would you tell me that

[_Kenadian_]: you need to understand the consequences of what you do

[_Kenadian_]: wifies never lets you see but i do and i think you should writhe

[_Kenadian_]: you care so much? lets see.

[_Kenadian_]: writhe bird boy writhe

“That’s mean,” Wifies says as Ken closes his comm, but he doesn’t move a single muscle.

“You should’ve made it worse,” Wato says. “Should’ve told him Wifies was comatose or something.”

“Jeez, since when are you so vicious?” Wifies asks, but Ken is almost certain he and Wato are holding hands behind Ken’s back.

“I approve,” Ken says, bumping his head into Wato’s lightly. “Anyway, take as long as you want to ignore Parrot. Forever, even. I’d also approve of forever.”

Wato hums in agreement. Wifies sighs again, much lighter than before.

“Just a little while,” he says to Ken’s vast displeasure. “Just until I can stomach it. I shouldn’t have run away.”

“You’re allowed to do whatever you want, actually. Forever.”

Wifies giggles, and Ken finally feels himself relax a little. If Wifies is laughing, then it’ll be okay. He still feels anger pulsing within him like a second heartbeat, but it softens when Wifies bumps the top of his head into Ken's cheek. Not gone, never gone, but quietened enough to let Wifies speak for himself.

Ken trusts Wifies despite his own opinion. So he'll keep true and hold Wifies close no matter what.

“We still gotta talk about your feelings,” Wato says, and Wifies whines, trying to hide his face further into Ken's shoulder. 

“It's so embarrassing,” he murmurs.

“I'd be embarrassed too if I cried over Parrot of all people,” Ken deadpans. 

Wifies groans. Ken won't let him get away this time.

[ananke-xiii]

My ranking of SPN seasons (based only on their PLOT) pt. 3

In my previous posts (here and here) I've covered the following:

15: Season 14

14: Season 15

13: Season 7

12: Season 3

11: Season 6

10: Season 13

9: Season 12

8: Season 1

7: Season 10

Let's continue!

6. Season 9: The plot for this season runs on parallel tracks: on one hand we have the consequences of the spell that Metatron cast at the end of season 8 (ie: angels have fallen, chaos ensues); on the other hand, we have the heroes' quest, finding and killing Abbadon. These 2 parallel plots find their meeting point in the Mark of Cain: frustrated because he's unable to kill Abbadon AND because of his serious fallout with Sam, Dean gives in and accepts the curse. His choice will have immense consequences on the heaven-related plot: it will be revealed that Castiel, who was working to settle things out in heaven, will give up everything to save Dean. Plot-wise, this was a good season. Once again, I felt that the death of a secondary character (Kevin Tran, RIP my poor baby boy), was done for emotional sake and to aggravate the heroes' fallout. It felt unnecessary, cruel and, frankly, not well thought-out (but the writers have already made the same mistake with Bobby and will make it again with Charlie SO at this point I think that they know what they are doing, I simply don't agree with their writing choices). All in all, the season was quite good, it did its job. Can't complain.

5. Season 2: This season expands on the season 1 plot, so basically we are still dealing with the heroes' personal vendetta against the Yellow Eyes demon who killed their mother. However, this time we are presented with more allies and enemies, the Winchesters' backstory gets more complicated and we start to guess that there's more at stake for the two brothers. It's not just payback anymore: the plot starts to thicken and we glimpes that higher powers were pulling the strings all along. Mary Winchester's death was destined. It's a strong season that starts with John's death and almost ends with Sam's death but not quite: the last episode is able to keep us interested for what's to come as we find out that Dean has made a demon deal to save his brother. I didn't like some "minutiae", like the whole thing about other humans being infected with demon blood at 6 months old as a "back-up" plan in case Sam was not the One. Sorry but when Destiny enters the chat you either go all-in or not, there are no back-up plans. Also, it turns out that Sam is not exactly The One since he gets killed by the other guy whose name I forgot. Soooo, you know... this doesn't sound solid, you can tell that the whole thing is there to 1) fill in episodes; 2) give writers some space in case things don't go as planned. I don't know, I was kinda bummed about it, yeah.

4. Season 5: This might sound controversial but... I didn't exactly like season 5's ending. I know that, according to the majority of articles I've read, this is considered THE perfect SPN season but.. you know, it doesn't cut it for me. The plot is very good, though, so here's why it's still high on my own personal ranking. Once we've established that Sam and Dean are the destiny's children (LOL) and that their own existence was predestined, we are now left with the big IF. A sort of "will-they-won't-they". Will Dean say YES to Michael and become his vessel? Will Sam say YES to Lucifer? I like it, this is good and the plot is well-developed throughout the whole 20+ episodes. BUT, here's the BIG but. I hated, HATED, the "Adam becomes Michael's vessel so that Dean can safely say no and the plot can still go as planned" expedient. I truly hate this kind of things with a passion. First thing first, I detest writers when they introduce "disposable" characters such as Adam (and many others in the show, tbh). This is my own personal pet peeve so I can understand why other people are not as bothered by this as I am. Aside from that, as I've said before, once you introduce DESTINY in the plot you cannot have back-up plans. If you do, the whole concept is weakened and, as a refult, the plot feels cheap. We had established that Dean and Dean only could be Michael's vessel. However, SURPRISE! Adam, being his half-brother, can be a vessel, too! Yu-hoo, Apocalipse can still happen even if Dean says NO! Ma'am, please. No. It's also very sexist since it implies the father's blood is the predominant factor in this whole charade (Adam is John's Winchester third ((maybe, who really knows at this point??) son). This is a big NO for me. Since it's an intrinsic part of the plot I can't walk away from this.

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 50

Previous Chapter

Upon entering the field and witnessing the sea of tents and everyone dressed in their attire, you couldn't contain your excitement and lightly jumped up and down on the spot. Grabbing Dean's arm, you squeaked, "I love it! It looks amazing!"

Dean looked down at you, puzzled. "Okay, we need to have a chat because I never knew you were into this."

"Yeah, well, hunting the weird and terrible kind of takes over your life, but I've always been into this," you confirmed, eyes wide as you took everything in.

"I'm dating a nerd," Dean laughed.

"You have no idea," you laughed back. "Come on," you squealed as you ran off, leaving Dean and Sam looking at each other in disbelief.

"My Shadow Orc brethren will descend from the Black Hills," but the Orc abruptly stopped when its teeth fell out.

"Thanks, Gerry. Sorry," the Orc apologised to the man as he placed the teeth back into the Orc's mouth.

"No problem, Monty," the knight smiled.

As Gerry placed Monty's teeth back in his mouth, he announced, "Resume."

"And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir, the Shadow King. And you," the Orc continued, only to be interrupted by Gerry throwing a red bean bag at its forehead.

"Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen. And if you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice," Gerry confirmed, walking away.

You stood and clapped, but Sam grabbed your hands, making you stop. "What? It was good," you exclaimed.

"Just show us where the queen lives," Sam sighed in frustration.

"Lighten up, Sammy. I promise by the end of all this, you will love it," you smiled at him.

Stopping the passing knight, you bowed, "Dear sir, we are here to pledge our oath to the queen and have heard she is looking for squires. It would honor us if we could serve her."

"What was that?" Dean whispered, looking embarrassed, but you ignored him.

"Well, the queen's calendar is booked up months in advance. But if you wish to witness what's in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak," Gerry announced.

You watched the fight from the sideline as two fellows battled it out. When one of the knights was brought to his knees, he yielded, revealing the queen. As she gave a speech to her subjects, her eyes landed on the three of you, and you excitedly waved, while Sam and Dean stood stoically.

"Oh, blerg," she sighed out loud. When she finally recovered from the shock, she addressed the crowd, "The queen needs some royal 'we' time. Talk amongst yourselves," and she walked off towards her tent.

You started to follow her when Dean stopped and picked up the sword. "Nice balance," he nodded, impressed.

"Told you you would love it," you smiled.

Your conversation was cut short by Sam, who raised his hands in frustration. "Will you two come on?"

When you entered the tent, Sam shouted Charlie's name.

"Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what. Now you killed her, too," she stated, packing her bag.

"No, I buried myself. After our last hunt, I thought to myself, 'Hey, it's all good,' and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I, some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying. You promised me I was okay." She angrily turned to you, but when you didn't answer, she put her crown on Dean's head and walked off.

"Charlie," you shouted after her, finally finding your voice. As she stopped, you walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder. "Greyfox and Thargrim, Ed and Lance, they're not missing. They're dead, Charlie. You know me. We wouldn't be here if we didn't think we could help."

Charlie stopped and sat down. You explained to her what had happened to her friends.

"Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again. So what do you think did this?" she asked.

"Well, aside from the mark and them both being LARPers, there's really not much else to go on," you continued.

"Wait, I've seen this before." Charlie exclaimed, looking at the photo on the table. "It's a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. How did you not pick that up?" She asked you. "Does that help? Can I go now?"

"It's a start, but no. Listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?" Sam said.

"Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen's ever-shrinking army." Charlie shrugged.

"Ever-shrinking?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably 'cause of me, but maybe it's tied to this. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?" Charlie seemed sad, hoping you would give her some comfort.

"Did they have any enemies in common?" Sam asked.

"In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, they had tons of enemies. Red represents the followers of the Moon, my peeps. Green's for Elves, blue's for Warriors of Yesteryear, and black's for Shadow Orcs, total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wears the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is an enemy of me and mine." Charlie stopped short while still pointing at the map she was showing you.

"You know if you," Dean began, gesturing to some of the red figurines on the map, "if you move your archers back and your broadswords men to the west."

"Huh. Fight the warriors," Charlie nodded in agreement.

"Yep," Dean confirmed.

"Hey, good call," Charlie sounded impressed.

"Thanks," Dean smiled proudly.

"What about the southern wall?" She asked.

"Well, if we move," you began but were cut off by Sam.

"Guys?" He pleaded, his arms raised.

"Yeah?" you and Dean asked together, and when you saw the look on Sam's face, Dean replied with a sorry.

As Sam continued on what he thought may have happened with the two victims, you and Dean moved different figurines around the map, signaling to Charlie what would work.

"But why not just come after me? And why the escalation?" Charlie asked, the only one listening to Sam.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up “All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here. We don’t want you to get hurt”.

“Whoa, wait. Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her.” Sam exclaimed

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords,” Dean argued

“We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying.”Sam pointed out

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Dean bit back

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.” Charlie reminded everyone “What do you think Y/N” She looked at you for comfort

You cleared your throat “ Charlie, I love you, we have gotten to know each other a lot over the past few months and I would never ask you to put your life in danger, But whatever is going on, has to do with whatever is happening here, these people see you as the queen. Sam is right. People are dying. That can’t happen on the queen's watch.”

You waited for Charlie to yell at you, slap you even, but you were surprised when you heard,

“you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I’m gonna stay and fight for it.” Charlie confirmed.

“And I will fight beside you,” you smiled hugging her tightly, causing Dean to to glare at you, making you smile and wink at him

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[sleepy-aletheas]

Well, about Penacony and the Dreamscape:

So, I chatted up Micah in Dreamflux Reef to get a sticker out of him, and got the fun fact that he is long dead! Which answers my previous question of how can Clockie be 500 and yet Mikhail was still kicking. He wasn't, not physically at least.

Which makes me wonder: Are the majority of people in Penacony just memoria of the deceased clinging to the present? I would assume a good chunk of outsiders are actually just there temporary for a visit before going back home, but are all natives just...not real? Maybe a few, but the rest is just an echo of someone that once was, or even is a collective or subjective memory of a person, like we saw with Lesley Dean through his obsessive fans, or of Coty by the obsessive desire by Morris? There is also Alley's twin sister Quinn that was accidentally killed by Alley.

Also through McCoy's clockwork quest, we find out what the Family members are willing to do to climb the ladder to reach the top. He killed his own siblings after all, and they were stuck in the dream as Memory Zone Memes ever since.

So, really, Penacony is shaping up more as a place of regrets and guilt than sweet dreams the more I talk to the NPCs. We get people that run away there to fulfill their life ambitions, that get to be healthy, that live past their deaths, that can be in relationships with people they never had...Many don't sleep for recreation, but for the escape it allows them.

And since I think SoulGlad is very suspicious, be it the original version or the one in the present, it's a hunch that the reason it's so addicting is because the more one indulges in it, the more they get tied to the dream and become one with it. Since the original SoulGlad made by Sousa had a now extinct ingredient of dreamleaf, who's to say that maybe during the prison times, SoulGlad was made as an escape to a better existence than what they got? It wasn't like they suddenly started collectively dreaming; it was gradual, building up.

And Micah did say when I asked him now about how hard it is to live in Dreamflux Reef, and he said something along the lines of "It is bearable, even if we have to fight the nightmares", so the whole Clockie Nightmareville and Dreamville make so much more sense - we got the "Real Penacony" in Dreamflux Reef where everything is so dreary, and then we get the "Penacony, Planet of Festivities" that are the twelve dreams.

This is just my elaborate way of asking: Is Penacony dormancy at its core? Is it the ideal escapism that people seek? Is that why the Family tries to hide the truth about Penacony, so that people can keep feeding the dream with their existence (as in, if they come near Penacony, then technically, they leave an echo in the memoria, and that just adds more fuel to it)? What is the deal with SoulGlad anyway?

(Maybe I'm going insane, that is also a possibility. Maybe I'm overthinking this. I mean, I will keep doing that, but, it's something to keep in mind for my yapping.)

[ssszlami]

Harry Potter characters as things my friends have said except there's way too many characters

Yes, we write down funny things we say, no that's not weird

Harry: “I wanna jump out a castle window but like not die” 

Ron: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING???”

Hermione: “It’s feminine to write a paragraph”

Neville: “Lore update: I’m confused as hell.”

Luna: “Hey I can’t come to the party on Friday night, I just bought a bunch of cows and I gotta chill with them.”

Ginny: “I feel like you’re only dating me for my brother.”

Draco: “My chat is in it’s gaslight era”

Dean: “This is a lot like a cult for a Christian movie”

Seamus: “Agility: Setting things on fire and watching it explode... but in different directions.”

Dumbledore: “No one here has committed any crimes, and if you have, they were funny crimes, so it’s fine”

McGonagall: “When u get to the exam its not gonna be helpful that you spent your lessons drinking gatorade and eating donuts”

Snape: “If you’re going to traumatise children at least make it aesthetic”

Sirius: “I’m so alpha that the men around me change their sexuality to accomodate for me”

Remus: “I have four lines of self-hate for you”

Lily: “The milfs in my bag”

James: “No beta we die like parental figures”

Molly: “Goodnight offspring.”

Arthur: “How often a day do you reckon your car gets a boner?” 

Fred: “Love. Truth. Bodacious Booty.”

George: "In this world, it's either meme or be memed. In my case it's both."

Percy: “It is boring! But.....we like boring.”

Bill: “Sometimes you gotta ruin the vibe for the greater good”

Charlie: "Close your face nipples and think about dragons" 

Oliver: “I’m a white man, we always win! Except at sports….except at hockey”

Hagrid: “You can't say fuck you to the dog!”

Lavender: “Not all women want to kiss women. I know, that one was a hard pill for me to swallow”

Parvati: “There is no girl on earth who is so straight she wouldn’t love having another pair of boobs around”

Padma: “Nobody likes princesses!! They’re white bitches who weren’t loved enough as children”

Crabbe: “Pancake....buttplug……pancake…….buttplug”

Goyle: *grunt* “Yes I just farted.”

Cho: “I was like ‘whatever’. Wait no I was really sad”

Cedric: “I just thumbs-upped the roof down”

Krum: “*completely monotone voice* but wait there’s more”

Fleur: “Sexism is bad. Kill everyone.”

Tonks: “Gotta go to the bathroom to change my gender real quick”

Moody: “This is not a time for sassy comebacks, this is a time for SURVIVAL!”

Lockhart: “Because I look cute it’s all my fault. Thats how that works apparently.”

Umbridge: “Oh my god it’s me! Shiny trash!”

Voldemort: “Sorry I’m holding your parents hostage and killing you but your parents can’t hear your screams of terror because they can’t hear you right now”

Bellatrix: “YOU GOTTA KILL SOME CHILDREN TO GET TO YOUR TRUE LOVE”

Lucius: “Have you started another cult?”

Narcissa: “Your son is okay” *sobs and cries*

Kingsley: “I haven’t laughed since 1972.”

Peter: “So, you’re on the floor spooning the rat”

Slughorn: “*loud chewing noises* Wow I hate myself”

Mundungus: “My voice cracked on the crack and im on crack”

Dobby: “I took my ugg boots off for that.”

Winky: “Is she gonna kill me? I’m very excited.”

Kreacher: “It’s just war miss it’s not upsetting at all” 

Myrtle: “I went to the toilet and I see like the toilet seat around her neck”

Trelawney: “Teaching pigeons to be art connoisseurs” 

Filch: “He’s like a really sticky person!”

Dudley: “Screw you I just want stuff”

Petunia: “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me mid-soup?”

Vernon: “So he’s mad” “Yeah he’s cranky” “No like insane”

Pansy: “I don’t hurt them I just legally stab them”

Lee: “Bro that’s rather cringe”

Quirell: “I don’t need an exorcism” “That’s exactly what somebody who needs a exorcism would say”

Amos: “I’m one of the last old white boys”

Karkaroff: “Terrible behaviour…. ur in denial my guy” 

Xenophilius: “EVERY JOB IS A GOVERNMENT JOB, AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE PRIME MINISTER IS”

Greyback: “I… put my hand inside his chest…and ripped out his lungs” 

Cormac: “Closeted homophobic”

Blaise: “He’s more attractive in a suit.” “ALL MEN ARE!”

Regulus: “Lucy it’s my turn to drown!!”

Aberforth: “ME? A member of the TEN COMMANDMENTS??"

Nearly Headless Nick: “Well, if you have to execute me… ok”

Marietta: “You can’t slay if you vape”

Mrs Figg: “Old lady woman man and his dog”

[findingtomarrymort]

Hi! Can you help me find a fic. I don't remember the name Or author. I think it has fem harry in it. When harry died she doesn't want to give up on the scar horcrux so death I guess agrees to send it back with her but not as a horcrux but as a baby. So she ends up pregnant and goes back in time to the time they spent in dean forest and she has good survival skills in the wild like she hunts using a knife and doesn't hesitate to kill or maim but don't know for sure whether she voluntarily goes to Voldemort or was captured she later reveals that she is pregnant with the dark Lord's child and a paternity test confirms that I don't remember what happens next

hi

Game Over, Try Again by A_Perverted_Romance_Addict

Summary: Even after Ana Potter learns the truth about herself, her connection to Voldemort and Dumbledore’s manipulations, she still goes to the Forbidden Forest to die, if only to end the war and bring Voldemort a step closer to mortality. She doesn’t know what to expect after death, but she certainly didn’t expect to find herself in a blinding white representation of King’s Cross and she definitely didn’t expect to find herself caring for Voldemort’s soul shard inside her or the fact that she would encounter Death and find out she was now his ‘Mistress’. After a nice chat with Death, she strikes a deal with him: He would send her nine months into the past with the soul shard to change the course of the war and prevent as many premature deaths as possible. However, the only way to bring it with her is by giving it its own body and carrying it for the following nine months inside her womb.

[inkedmyths]

S2: E5 "Simon Said"

Brought to you by Kayla was bored and I was bored enough to continue AND ALSO THIS WAS A MONTH AGO I'M SORRY

This ep featuring: Murder suicide, demon touched pussy, grand theft auto, and yet another fucked up brotherly parallel

Silas: UR STILL ON SEASON 2? Crepe: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES Melon: They’ve been watching at a rate of one-two episodes every two weeks. We’re gonna be here for the long haul (years) Me: Bc I have been busy <3 Silas: BYE I THOUGHT UD BE AT 3 AT THIS POINT HAGAHAYUGADG Me: SHUT UP SILAS Silas: SO MEAN TO ME

[ There is a brief interruption as I'm about to start because my mom walked in to make a joke about being a bad influence. This has nothing to do with Supernatural. She has never watched it and refuses to. A wise decision, probably. ]

What the fuck? What the fuck

[ The peanut gallery continues to make fun of my slow watch rate. I ignore them in favor of staring in bafflement at the screen. ]

Vision? Flashback?

Visions!!

[ Aspen now enters the chat, making a comment that they were just thinking about how long its been since the last time. ]

UHHH

DAMN HE JUST COMMITED A MURDER

MURDER SUICIDE

Oh hello Sam

Back at it again with the evil visions huh

[ Why the fuck does Aspen have a teletubby emote. ]

Dean beloved your phrasing needs work. Its so bad <3

The bar all goes 👀 when the boys walk in

Does. He

He has no pants. Ok

THATS PRETTY DAMN SPECIFIC SAM

WHSHSGSGS

[ Kayla at last arrives, late as hell for someone so invested in me watching this. ]

REO SPEEDWAGON...

DEAN.... WHSHSGSG SINGING IT IN DEAD SILENCE IN THE CAR

Okay so we are tracking down another kid who might've been visited by the demon

LAWYERS

LEFT HIM AN ESTATE

GUYS ISN'T THIS LIE TAKING IT A BIT FAR—

Kayla: nah. its funny

Barbarian Queen riding a polar bear...

WJSHDH DEAN "I don't know, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."

I mean it is a reasonable connection that so far these uh. Idk. Demon touched psychics? Are violent?

And like Sam has a point, hunting is killing and violence, even if Dean is pretty keen on separating that completely from normal murder

Kayla: read that notif as demon touched pussy. i was like shit fr? Me: DEMON TOUCHED PUSSY.......

Dude actually I'm with Dean on this one. This guy fucks

Literally, judging from the girl waving at him

Dean thats not subtle.... why can't you guys be subtle..........

DID. DID HE JUST STEAL THE CAR

IN TEARS.

DEAN HE JUST STOLE YOUR CAR

WHAT

He's like some kind of? Affects minds?

"He full on Obi-Waned me" HELL YEAH LET'S GO STAR WARS REFERENCE ON MAY THE 4TH

OH SHIT MAN JUST WALKED INTO TRAFFIC

Dr Jennings...?

Ok ok...

WJSHSH "AND OJ WAS GUILTY"

I can't believe this, this is so funny

The guy LITERALLY stole Dean's car and he's still like "Man this guy FUCKS I can't be mad at him"

Dean viewing his van with a disco ball and a bong: This guy is so real

Guy has a thing for weird eccentric guys in long coats I guess

MOBY DICKS BONG

OH SHIT HE APPEARS

IT NOT HIM IT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING ELSE?

What the fuck?

Oh fuck? What the fuck what is happening?

OH HE HAS A BROTHERRRRE

OH OH I SEE

OH THIS FUCKIN GUY

I SEEEEEEE

Sam buddy you alright

OH THE GIRL

His long lost twin was jealous?

Or something? Why the murder

Damn Sam these visions are sucking worse and worse huh

Ohhhh weird weird creepy fucker

OH HE'S WEIRDLY? WEIRDLY OVERPROTECTIVE? WHAT THATS EVEN CREEPIER

The constant weirdass parallels to the Winchesters huh

Whaaaaaat the fuck

LMAO (jedi mindtricking) "You really don't want to do this" (gets punched)

What in the fuck is happening here

Dude what

Yeah exactly!! Just talk to your brother like a normal person

THE MAN WITH THE YELLOW EYES

Kayla: you wanna know a funny story abt him Kayla: he actually has a name Kayla: however when i first watched his whole section (i was 10 i think) i decided that the man w the yellow eyes was too long Kayla: this was pre name reveal Kayla: so i Kayla: named him. Kayla: his name was jeffery. Kayla: i stand by that. Me: WJDHDHD Crepe: JEFFERY

Ohhhhh poor Andy :((

I love Andy I would die for Andy he was just living his life and his twin had been got by the demon so he showed up and was a murderous bastard

AUAUGH

DEAN NO

Sam is at his ropes end, Dean is deciding that ignoring things is the best option

Oh fuck shes onto them

Well fuck. Broke pattern, who knows how many weird psychics the demon has tabs on

Aaaaand end episode

Damn!

---

Okay, really interesting episode. I stand by that I would die for Andy, I hope he's okay after all of this nonsense.

But it's definitely setting up some crazy shit with psychic people... wonder where this is going... genuinely. I have no idea. But its probably not good!

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

It's not a betrayal

expose (one's country, a group, or a person) to danger by treacherously giving information to an enemy.

In hindsight we know that the consequences of the souls leaving Purgatory were a bit worse than we thought. But most of us just assumed Cas and Crowley would power up and that's that

At the time Cas didn't know that there would be a future of Leviathans and Dick Roman. So Cas wouldn't have thought he was exposing anybody to danger let alone the Winchesters. I feel like it has to be deliberately knowing that it's dangerous for it to be betrayal

Cas has also seen Crowley be an ally to the Winchesters in the past and genuinely had no reason to suspect that had changed until Crowley tried to kill the boys in 6.10, and I believe that episode along with 6.21 were factors in Cas' decision to get all the souls. The fear that Crowley would use those powers to kill Dean so Crowley can't have any of those souls

My point is that Cas didn't think there was any danger. When he did realize Crowley might not be so much as an ally to the boys as he used to be, Cas got what he needed to stop the apocalypse and once he had that Cas stopped Crowley from getting any of that power

Be gravely disloyal to

Okay like I could probably understand if Sam had a problem with it. Because Sam honestly has a problem with anyone working with Crowley just Sam being Sam you know

But Dean knows full well that working with Crowley is sometimes necessary and Cas notices if it's okay for Dean to go off with Crowley in "Two Minutes to Midnight" then why would Dean have a problem if he works with Crowley?

Cas had no reason to think it was disloyal when Crowley was literally their ally recently. Then when Crowley said it's better for him to be on the throne than another demon its like hmmm a demon who helped us stop an apocalypse or another demon? Gee which is the better option?

But if it wasn't bad why didn't Cas say anything? If he had nothing to hide?

1. When Cas tried to talk about the war. Dean told him blah blah blah Raphael

2. When Dean worked with Crowley in "The Devil You Know" he didn't ring Cas up to let Cas know he was working with Crowley because he didn't think it was a big deal. And why would Cas think it was a big deal to work with Crowley when he saw Dean do the same in "Two Minutes to Midnight"

3. Crowley actually wanted to invite Dean to join the operation. It was Cas who told Crowley that Dean can't be involved because he deserves the break. What we're doing can't be that bad if Crowley wanted to invite Dean?

By the time Dean found out and told Cas to stop, uh Cas had just thrown 50,000 souls at Raphael. Unless Dean had another plan to stop Raphael? Cas can't stop now as he's already thrown down the gauntlet. Does Raphael sound like the kind of person who would forgive and forget? The civil war had already started and until there is a clear winner, the angels on Cas and Raphael's side would go on killing each other

Maybe if Dean said something before Cas and Crowley's chat it would have been different. But at that point it's kinda too late now for Cas to just back down and Dean wasn't giving any other solutions

He lied about killing Crowley

Cas is trying to stop the apocalypse and trying to protect the boys because look Crowley made it very clear he was only going after the boys because he was afraid they were trying to kill him

So if the boys think Crowley is dead they won't feel the need to try and kill him which means that Crowley won't feel the need to kill them first to preemptively stop that from happening meaning that all of them are safe

Win win

[callipraxia]

Even in Journal 3, Ford relished the thought of his hometown being forced to acknowledge his greatness and of the consternation of the Dean of West Coast Tech when he became "the next Einstein" and was hobnobbing/chatting turtleneck fashion with Carl Sagan. I always read a clear undertone of anger in the way he talked about how oppressively conformist his childhood surroundings were, and his diatribe when Fiddleford first leaves him seems like a pretty clear example of someone who lashes out when sensing a loss of control, channeling fear into high-flown rage. He's also the same person who, upon finding himself homeless, friendless, virtually possession-less, and afloat in a world he hadn't known existed last week, immediately goes straight to "this is in no way an impediment to my plans to kill that triangle," something he refers to as a personal vendetta about as much as he lumps it into saving the world. Bill even identifies Ford's social isolation and emotional instability as reasons why he'd make a good Henchmaniac; combine that with Bill's own backstory as a freak of nature in his home dimension, and there's a low-key commentary here, I think, about how a society can contribute a lot to the creation of its own monsters...but also how it is, ultimately, someone's own choice whether to cross the lines. Bill did; Ford didn't.

Gideon is possibly another example of this; much is made of Gideon's amulet and its possible effects on him, but it's worth noting that he was already a child genius and an apparently straight-leaning guy who also happens to be really emotionally disturbed and to really, really like traditionally 'girly' things. We don't know much about Gideon's interactions with normal children before he became Gideon Gleeful, Child Star, but the combination of his various apparently innate characteristics makes me suspect they were...usually not good. Gideon, much like Ford and Dipper and perhaps even Bill, probably fit in nowhere and with nobody for most of his life because of these two things, and his attachments, when they do form, are correspondingly extreme. It's noteworthy that the healthiest relationships Gideon appears to have developed in his entire life were formed inside a maximum-security prison. The odds are high that all of the Discount Auto Warriors committed violent crimes before they ever met him...just as he was an attempted murderer at least three times over by the time he met them. Prison was probably the closest thing he'd ever had to a peer group that understood him and his way of looking at the world - note that his "hench-angel" Ghost-Eyes is not just a fanatically loyal bruiser, but also spent at least some time in college/university as a philosophy major. Gideon can relate to some degree to him both as a smart person and as a violent criminal, and while Ghost-Eyes is nothing like as effeminate as Gideon, he also enjoys art class in prison, talks to Gideon at one point about making friendship bracelets there, and despite his clear antisocial tendencies, he is clearly capable of feeling affection for/attachment to others and even doing so in a fairly extreme way, based on his stated and demonstrated willingness to follow Gideon into almost certain death. It seems reasonable enough to me to speculate that if Gideon hadn't formed his bonds with the DAWs in prison, he might not have had it in him to let Dipper get through to him, because one of the undertones of the found-family/friendship narratives scattered throughout the show is that isolation is what is apt to drive people to become some of the worst versions of themselves and that it is loving and being loved by one's own community, however small and strange it might be, which enables those whose worst selves can get particularly dark to rise above their instincts.

For an interesting parallel case, Ghost-Eyes declares and demonstrates that he and the gang will follow Gideon anywhere in the same episode where Dipper both states and demonstrates that he'd do the same for/with Ford. Soos is also an exemplar of both stated and demonstrated loyalty to his people; he ignores Stan's sometimes poor treatment of him and is utterly devoted to the man until the point at which he thinks Stan might be trying to kill them all, and he and the Mystery Twins show the most fully reciprocal loyalty relationship in the show - he shows in "Not What He Seems" that he's willing to put himself in harm's way for them (well, to an even greater extent and under more emotional stress than he already had on previous occasions, anyway), and they showed they felt the same way about him in "Blendin's Game." Notawebsite also indicates that the in-universe TBOB regards Soos as incorruptible, which puts him in direct opposition to Bill, who is one of the best depictions of sentient corruption I've ever seen. The Pineses all don't always treat Soos as well as they should, but the only way to turn him even a little against one is to threaten the others. Compare to Bill. Ford demonstrates something of his capacity for loyalty when, upon hearing Bill's backstory, he impulsively offered to go help Bill find and destroy whatever destroyed Bill's home, but Bill shows loyalty to nothing and no-one beyond the shallowest level...and ultimately, this is why nobody stays loyal to Bill. He abandons Gideon in "Dreamscaperers," just as Gideon ultimately abandons him in "Weirdmageddon." Bill repeatedly rants in TBOB about how easily the Henchmaniacs seem to have moved on without him, when he was shown to not care about their well-being in the slightest the second that he stopped getting what he wanted. And, of course, there's Ford, who gets his head on a lot straighter pretty quickly after Bill shows his true colors with his "do what I say, or I will attack your family and continue my series of humiliating and painful assaults on your person" ultimatum. Loyalty is almost always a virtue in Gravity Falls, and loyalty begets loyalty; even Pacifica and Wendy, who are the least developed notable characters in the show and have no real existences outside their relationships to the Pines twins, get in on this theme I just now noticed a little: Wendy gets into fistfights with unicorns over their insulting Mabel after following Mabel into the woods on what Wendy thought was a fool's errand to begin with and is perfectly prepared to go on a mission through Hell on Earth to rescue Mabel during Weirdmageddon, and after Dipper and Mabel have both, on separate occasions, treated Pacifica with basic decency, this helps her, in a stressful situation, override Pavlovian conditioning tied to her father's nasty tendency to be more loyal to some abstract, curated, and outright fabricated idea of what The Northwest Family is than he is to his actual wife and daughter.

All very pretty...but since the show is better than just giving us a simple moral, we also see the consequences of conflicted loyalties, though admittedly not in as much detail as I might have liked - it very much frustrates me that Soos' conflict of loyalties in "Not What He Seems" is never explored further after the first few minutes of "A Tale of Two Stans," for instance. The best examples of cases where the show does try to address the issue, though, are probably with Ford and Fiddleford: Ford has incompatible loyalties between Fiddleford and Bill, and this ultimately leads to his being abandoned by them both, while Fiddleford's inability to balance his partnership with Ford with his loyalty to his wife and son leads to him losing them all as well and then falling into madness while disintegrating into something near villainy when he pulls stunts like lashing out with his robots both when Emma-May leaves him and when Tate refuses to speak to him. In both of these cases, there's also an element of a desire to flee responsibility: by the time Ford's prepared to admit that yes, he did have another collaborator who he was keeping secret and that he'd made some serious errors in judgment, Fiddleford is just done with that whole situation, and Fiddleford's addiction to the memory gun results in part from his reluctance to confront the problems his attempts to serve two masters were causing in his life - per Hirsch, he wanted very much to 'please' Ford and be a 'better partner,' so he kept hiding things and trying to make them just go away until it was too late to have any chance of fixing them, and after that, his whole life spiraled out of control within a year.

...yeah, Fiddleford really does have enough baggage to be the lead of his own tragic drama, doesn't he? And now that I get back to him, I remember that he was involved in what I was originally responding to! Which was something about how his revenge robots combined with Ford's mad scientist tendencies could have been pretty darn destructive completely sans Bill, in another world. To that, I'd add that I've gathered the impression from the published books and notawebsite that Ford may have been something of a bad influence on Fiddleford in that way, maybe - not in the sense of encouraging him to construct murder bots, of course, but in encouraging him to the kind of destructive confidence, based on some mix of spite and anger and self-righteousness, that can lead, with the right person, to murder bots. Apparently, College Freshman Fiddleford was ready to drop out of school on the first day after a few things went wrong for him, and he expresses amazement at Ford entering a room "like he owned the place" when the room in question was, er, also Ford's, so to the extent it counts when it's a dormitory, he did half-own the place (1). The evening proceeds to Fiddleford ingesting...something...that he doesn't want his grandma to know about, and Fiddleford dropping the thought of leaving the school in favor of the thought of having adventures. There's also a potential parallel between two scenes of Ford and Bill's and two scenes of Ford and Fiddleford's: in the post about Ford's birthday one year, Bill repeatedly offers dream intoxicants despite Ford having declined, and soon enough, Ford's too hammered to spell his own name, while Fiddleford initially declines the offer of 'nog' only to later, after a disappointing attempt to visit home, end up apparently drinking...a heck of a lot of eggnog, considering Ford stated that the plan was to get drunk on the stuff? I don't know, I've never had eggnog that had booze in it, seems like a waste of a perfectly good spiced custard drink to me, but I was under the vague impression that it isn't exactly *that* easy to get drunk on even when it is alcoholic. And, of course, it's Ford who has the brilliant idea to go "hey, ditch the little woman and let's play Physics Olympics in the woods for the next however-long!", and it's Ford's encouragement to solve his problems with Science, along with Fiddleford's apparent efforts to keep his face on after Ford is baffled by his perfectly rational fears and concerns, that leads to the memory gun, which leads to Fiddleford forming a cult with a depressed carny and some of the town's more desperate natives before things even get really bad and Fiddleford starts dealing with his problems by applying his skills as an engineer to the construction of would-be murder bots. So, without Bill, I'm not sure if Fiddleford ever would have realized his inner murder bot potential or not, though that's far from conclusive, of course.

(1) Though in the interests of fairness and thoroughness, I will note that "like he/she owned the place" is a feature of the Southern vernacular; someone who "barges in like he owns the place" would either be insultingly casual (visiting someone's parents for the first time and putting your feet on the table, as if you owned it and were well within your rights to risk dirtying or damaging their furniture) or else a little overwhelmingly present - the sort of person who, to use a phrase I can't quite remember where I picked up, suffers from a certain excess of personality. I...strongly suspect Ford fell into the second category, and Fiddleford was therefore bemused by the sort of steamroller confidence that both of the Stan Twins use in different ways when they're on potentially thin ice and are counting on getting through a situation via Sheer Audacity, though Ford's possible lack of pants in the post-mathfest photograph means there might have been a bit of "I disapprove of how casual this person's behavior in a new environment is" in Fiddleford's use of the expression as well.

one of the funniest things to come out of tbob is that i'm now reevaluating my estimate of how much of Bill's interest in Ford is because Ford worships him versus because Stanford "why did Rudolph not simply kill the other reindeer" Pines is a barely-restrained vengeful mad scientist.

[shadystranger]

this moment so fucked up💀

[scottishcat1988]

Knight in shining armor - Dean Winchester x Reader

part 4

You let out a soft sigh as you sat down on your bed. You took your book in your hands but only fidgeted with its pages instead of reading some. You had woken up extra early today and as usual Anna and the rest of the maids had come to help you get dressed. It surely was something you could do on your own, especially in this case that no corset was involved, but they insisted nonetheless. They had gotten you ready quickly, mostly since they did not have to do much other than help you put on a quite simple and yet elegant dress and style your hair.

Now you were just sitting on your own in your room playing with the book in your hands with plenty of time to kill till… Dean would come for you.

You bit your lip at the thought of it and the fact that you were going to spend the entire day with him. You would occasionally go on stroll in the woods with your father, riding your horses and chatting while enjoying the warmth of the sun. As your father had told you yesterday night, though, he would not be able to come with you because he had some sort of business. He had told you, though, that Dean would be by your side the entire day. It seemed as if he was the only one that your father thought would be enough qualified to not only protect you properly in case something happened but also keep you good company. Sure you would have a few other soldiers, just like every time, there with you to make sure you were alright but luckily for you your dad did not think that was enough.

“If I am not there, then the only person that I trust to take good care of you is Dean” he had said and you clearly remember being unable to hide the smile from your face.

The thought of getting to spend an entire day just with Dean excited you to no end. You loved being close to him, that you had realized from the very beginning. You loved being able to see his forest-green eyes, to gaze into them and try to study Dean. You certainly wanted to know him better. You loved being able to see the freckles that dusted over his nose and cheeks. Every time you were close you tried to count them but as expected you failed. You loved taking in every little detail of his, whether it would be his soft-looking spiky hair, his strong jaw or his full lips that, you would confess to that, you had caught yourself thinking more than plenty of time how they would taste.

Thoughts like that kept running through your mind and thoughts like that had been running through your mind all night, leaving little to no room for sleep. You had barely managed to sleep that was very much true but you found yourself not to really caring. You were so excited for getting to spend time with Dean today that you could not think about anything else, sleep included. You had fallen asleep at some point, yes, but had you also woken up pretty early. Your excitement was taking the best of you and you had to remind yourself a good few times that there was not much to expect from this. Like what could come from it? Him to suddenly confess that he was in love with you?

You scoffed at the thought. No way. You had just known each other - well at least you him - for a day and you suddenly expected him to say it? No you didn’t. Why would he even say it when you - that there was no doubt you felt something about him - could not even admit to yourself that you were in love with that man. It was not something that you had experienced before, though, so you could not really know.

But other than being in his presence, having a talk with him was what made you even more excited. The small talk you’ve had the night before had given you the chance to to know him a little bit more. It gave an insight on his personality and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him even more after that. Just like you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt to hear him talk about himself the way he just had. Hearing him say how he believed he did not deserve something good hurt you and it certainly was something you wanted to change.

A knock on the door made your head snap to its direction and your breath hitch on your throat. A smile spread on your lips as you could barely hold yourself from running to open the door.

“Hey” you breathed out as soon you opened the door.

“Hey. ‘Morning” he said with a smile.

“So are you… ready to go or do you need some more time?” he asked and you shook your head.

“No, no I’m good. We can go” you said with a smile of your own, and closing the door behind you you followed him as he lead you to the back of the castle where they kept the animals and therefore the horses.

“So how was your morning so far?” you asked in hoped of starting a conversation with him again.

You saw a smile form on his lips and he soon burst into laughter.

“What?” you asked immediately.

“Nothing it’s just- really?” he raised an eyebrow and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yes, really. I don’t understand what you find funny in this. I was simply asking you a question” you said, trying to fake hurt but the smile on your face said otherwise. Mostly because you were happy to have gotten him to be more open towards you and not formal all the time, calling you constantly princess like last night.

“Alright then” he said the smile still on his lips, putting his hands behind his back “It was quite good. What about you, princess” he faked an accent.

You playfully groaned “Good till now. Why do you keep calling me princess, though?” you looked at him a little bit seriously and a little bit sad because you had yet to hear him say your name “I mean yes I am one but that doesn’t really matter to me. Can’t you just call me (Y/n)?” you asked softly and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry princess but I don’t have that right. You are above me. You are the king’s daughter and I just a knight in your castle.” he said apologetically.

“But… can’t you just call me by my name when it’s only you and me?” you asked, voice soft and low like a whisper.

Dean bit his lip in thought and you could see his inner battle. Before he could answer, though, you had already reached your destination.

“Princess!” one of the soldiers that had joined you many times before and would join you now came closer to you holding something that looked like a greenish-blue cape.

“It is a really sunny day, your mother insisted that you take this.” he said and you gave him a small nod, walking a little bit forward so that he could put it over your shoulders.

But before he could even so touch you Dean stopped him, a small glare evident on his face “No, I’ll do it. You go make sure our princess’ horse is ready” he said taking the cape.

The soldier was hesitant in the beginning, looking at Dean with a frown but did as he was told nonetheless. Dean was higher in hierarchy after all, so he could not do otherwise but followed his orders.

Dean muttered something under his breath but clearing his throat he turned to you coming behind you he drapped the cape over your bear shoulders. His hands came into contact with them and made you slightly jump at the shot of electricity that run through you.

“You alright?” he asked worried and swallowing you gave him a small nod.

His hands made their way in front of you - even though he was still behind you - to tie the straps of your cape. You slightly turned your head to look at him and felt your breath hitch on your throat when you saw his face over your shoulder and so close to yours. He turned his head and your faces were now just a few inches apart as he gazed down at you and you found yourself unable to take your eyes off his. His warm breath that was fanning over your cheek was now mixed with yours and everything seemed to get hazy.

“There” his rough voice said, breaking you out of your daze; after having tied the straps of the cape so it wouldn’t fall off.

“Thank you, Dean” you whispered and he smiled just slightly.

“No problem… (Y/n)” he said and you took in a sharp breath, a smile forming on your lips at his words.

Oh boy, did you love how your name rolled off his tongue and how sweet it sounded even when he said it with that husky voice of his.

“Now…” he came in front of you and put the hoodie of the cape over your head, fixing some of your hair out of your face or behind your ear “Come on. We must get going” he finished, brushing his thumb just lightly over your cheek and you gave him a final and small nod.

~~~

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy this stroll in the woods more than any other before. Sure your father was not with you today but what made it better than any other time before it was the fact that Dean was with you.

Just like when it was you and your father, the four soldiers that accompanied you were on their horses but a good few feet away from you that were on the front. They were far enough so that they would not be able to hear what you were talking about but far enough just to be able to see that you were alright and that you didn’t need anything.

You and Dean were on your horses on the front talking about anything and everything that came to your mind. You loved even more the fact that you got to hear some more of his stories, adventures that he’s been through. This time with his brother Sam. You were having an amazing time with him as you enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the slight breeze that blew through the rustling leafs of the trees. The sound of the birds singing gave to it a more fairy-tale-like environment.

But you actually caught yourself more interested in Dean than anything else around you. You talked more and you were glad you finally got the chance to get to know him better. He was just like you had thought he would be. The first impressions you had from him and your small talk the previous night proved to the fact that he truly a man that cared for his loved ones deeply and would do anything for them. He had a big heart, he was caring and damn was he funny! Your stomach still hurt from the previous feat of laughter he had thrown you in with one more of his lame - but rather funny to you - jokes. He was a little bit cocky as well, you had to point that one out, but you were glad that he was being his true self in front of you instead of just pretending to be someone he wasn’t just so that you would like him.

And the best thing of all was that he no longer used that title you had come to hate over the years. Princess. You loved how your name rolled off his lips. It made pleasant shivers run down your spine and a smile always appear on your lips. Even though he would not say it often, every time felt like a true melody. At some point you actually caught yourself wondering how it would be to hear him sing.

“Oh my gosh. You- you have to be kidding me now, right?!” you exclaimed, putting a hand in front of your mouth.

“Nope. Did happen” he said pursing his lips.

You snickered a few times before you burst into a full feat of laughter.

You were now off your horses and you and Dean had decided to take a small walk through the forest while the horses rested next to the small lake that was nearby. The soldiers had stayed back as well, after Dean’s orders. And you couldn’t be more glad at that. To finally have gotten some alone (completely) time with Dean.

“Oh come on” Dean whined “You promised you wouldn’t laugh”

“I-I k-know I-I just- oh my gosh.” you couldn’t say much in between laughing “I-I know I promised but oh- oh my. Dean! You- you pulled your pants down and shouted what? Pudding?”

“Hey I was five, ok?” he grumbled but you just laughed more.

“That does not justify you. Or wait. Were you really five or maybe you’re lying so that I won’t tease you more?” you said after your laughter died off a little bit.

“Oh please yes I was five” he said with a playful roll of his eyes.

“Ok, I guess it is to be expected from you. You almost set my father’s beard on fire! No wonder he’s become a maniac with shaving ever since” you said with a giggle.

“That was an accident ok? I didn’t plan on setting it on fire nor did I plan on hitting him while skiing with one of the knights’ shields”

“You what? You hit him? How? Where? When?” you asked intrigued.

“Well, it was winter and really long time ago and as per usual I was watching the knights train but after a while I got bored. There was a lot of snow so I decided to have fun. I just was not expecting your father to show up so suddenly so instead of landing on the snow with the shield I… landed on top of him” he said with a small shake of his head.

“Oh you Winchester are unbelievable! Now I know why I every time I asked him to play snowball fight with me he refuses to.”

“Yeah uh” he laughed nervously “I don’t think it would be because of that. I once – when I was much younger - was playing snowball fight with one of my friends in the castle and you know I kinda like winning so uhm instead of making a small snowball I uh maybe made a quite bidder one and decided to throw it on the head of my friend… but your father just walked in and yeah… I guess I couldn’t stop gravity”

“Oh. My. God.” you breathed out and started laughing hysterically.

Dean soon joined you and you both could not stop.

“Yeah. And I better not start about what I did with his crown. Actually, it is kinda hard to believe how after all of the things I’ve put him through he chose me to be his right hand.” Dean said with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Well, he obviously took a liking on you. And… it’s not really hard if you ask me” you said with a small shrug, looking at him. His head immediately snapped to your direction.

“You think?”

“Yeah, he obviously trusts you a lot” you shrugged.

“No, no I don’t mean that” he shook his head “I mean, you think it is not hard to take a liking on me? Like… have you- have you taken a liking on me?”

“As I said… it’s not really hard to” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

A big grin appeared on his face, like that of a child on Christmas day, as he took a few steps closer to you. Little to no space separating you anymore. As you looked up at him and biting your lip to keep your smile from getting bigger.

“Glad to know that” he murmured.

“And… can I ask you about me?” you whispered.

“I can say that it is not hard to take a liking on you either” he said and you both chuckled lightly.

You looked down, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. In vain through as they fell back in front of your face.

“Here. Let me” he mumbled and brushing the strands out of your face he tucked them behind your ear, this time they stayed in place.

Just like his hand, though. Slightly cupping your face.

Almost silence had surrounded you and you actually found yourself enjoying it while you gazed back at Dean. The distance you had became even less as he seemed to lean in. But once again you did not care.

The silence, though, as well as moment was ruined when the horses making a rather disturbed noise were heard. The fact they would not stop was that made Dean pull away.

He groaned, as if he didn’t want this moment to be ruined and you actually felt happy for that “Sorry. I better go see what’s going on. I’ll be back soon ok?” he asked and you nodded.

He gave you a final smile and brushing a hand over your shoulder - creating goosebumps in the meantime let’s not forget - and he quickly left towards the direction you had come from.

You turned to watch him as he disappeared through the trees and bit your lip. You heart was hammering in your chest…

…but it soon stopped beating as your blood run cold.

A hand covered your mouth and a dagger was placed over your throat.

Oh no

[truchaiinzzz]

If I said I loved you from the beginning I’d be a lying sack of shit, to you. But man, there was something about you. The way you smiled at me when you first saw me. My smooth ass slide over in your direction, yes it was smooth I will not speak about it any further. The way you looked at me when we were *ahem* interrupted by something. I fell in love with you the second I saw that smile. But I don’t know what love is. (Sorry to, honestly, accidentally throw in some sublime there) therefore I’m so sorry that I didn’t know how to act. I know it’s just common fucking sense but I’ve never been in anything that you would consider a good relationship. With friends or family or significant others. A lie saved my moms marriage. (The first time.) so to say I had anything to model on would be a lie too. But in the end, it was me who made those choices. Not my friends, not my family. Me. So I need to be held accountable. I’ve got so much growing up to do. I don’t think I would know where to start if it hadn’t started with you. So thank you and I’m sorry that you had the worst version of me. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I will never be able to even make that up to you. Thank you for continually choosing me and our family. I’m sorry I put you in this position. I can only imagine how hard it is for you. I’d like to say I know what I would do if I was in your situation but I don’t know. But I know that I love you differently than you love me. Not any less. Not any more. Just differently. You need me away from you in this time. I wish I could be your skin so I could be close to you. (I hope you understand that that’s a joke) but what I mean is when I’m away from you. I’m full of anxiety. The idea of seeing or possibly talking to you leaves me white and blood drained. Then the second I’m in your presence.. peace, serenity, and I can’t feel my heart beat in my throat. For a second, I can breathe.

I know that I did this. And I know I deserve to feel uneasy and like shit 24/7. But I’ve loved you from the second I saw you. My soul found its other half. But my head keeps getting in the way. I overthink and play out worst case scenarios in my head constantly. And 9/10x I’m so beyond wrong. But I never learn. And I continue to try and one up you. And you do the same by hurting me. You know what kills me. You know that you do it. You stop talking to me. You won’t be near me. You start the unfriending process. Then goes the snap chat. Threaten with eviction. This time actually go through with the eviction. I know you need to get away. And I know there’s nothing left for me to say. I’ve done said it all too many times. So there’s no reason to talk to me. No reason for chit chat.

But fuck do I miss you. Every second spent without you feels like forever. And the fact that we can make any new memories together right now crushes me. We can put our son to bed together anymore. Because of me. I don’t get to wake up to the person I love anymore. Because of a dumb choice I made. I don’t get to take care of the person that I love anymore. Because I have poor judgement. I don’t get to have a family. Because I’m untrustworthy.

That version of me has got to go away. She keeps getting in the way of (hope I’m not too forward to speak for the both of us here) our happiness. What ever you need to do to heal. How ever long it takes. If there’s anyway that I can help, (besides leaving you the absolute flying fuck the fuck alone) I gotchu, babe. (I’m here to tell you I put in at least 15 quotes and if you don’t catch them all, I’ll be so sad)

It’s me against me against you. The fight to end it all. (Like the one Sam and Dean had to do in Supernatural) but with emotions. I still love you, even on the nights you wouldn’t let me call it that. I’ll continue to love you. From whatever distance you need. Forever and always.

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 “What do you mean it’s stunning " “Yea it is but it’s exactly what I always imagined. It’s like they took the cabin from my dreams and made it. Its like they have read my mind” you whispered. “Hey” Dean turned to you “you’re a hunter this is what we do, we try and explain the supernatural” He held your hand tight as you both walked in to the cabin. You jaw dropped opened,  it was everything you imagined. “Y/l/n” Dean whispered in to ear. “Yea” you whispered back not looking at him. “Squeezing a bit tight there princess.” He smiled. “Shit sorry, its just really unnerving and beautiful at the same time” you stated. “Score” Dean said in delight when he seen the welcome basket on the kitchen counter full of alcohol and various foods. You made your way across the open planned cabin and opened the back doors. You stood and looked across the lake which was surrounded by forestt. Again you felt uneasy and leaned on the rail. “You really think they read your mind or something” Dean asked leaning down beside you. “I don’t know, it’s just weird. When I was a kid I always imagined my dream house would look like this, I mean how did they know?” you frowned. “Look why don’t we have a glass of something and try and figure it out” Dean tried to reassure you smiling. A couple of drinks in you started to relax. You looked at the sunset over the lake and stated “it really is perfect, I really could imagine myself living here " You closed your eyes and breathed deeply inhaled the scent of nature. Dean looked at you, studying you, but you didn’t notice. As soon as you opened your eyes you looked at Dean, “Right let’s see what else is in that basket, because I am starved” you laughed. After your meal you began to yawn. “Want to try out the bed” Dean smirked wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed out loud and replied “sure” Dean grabbed the last of the wine and you both headed upstairs. You turned on the television and asked Dean “music or movies?” “Music, definitely” Dean responded You stuck on a rock music channel and you both began to chat while drinking and singing. After awhile Dean started kissing you shoulder you sighed and placed your head on his head. He then kissed up your neck and jaw until he reached your lips. " you know smurfette,  I would never let anything happen to you " he announced still kissing you all over. “I’m beginning to believe that” you smiled. After a few minutes of him kissing and consoling you, you were a content mess. You couldn’t explain it. You could have lay there for hours in his arms but at the same time you wanted more. He nuzzled in your neck and you both lay there for a minute, that was until your favourite song came on and you jumped up on the bed and started singing. Dean laughed out loud at you and grabbed you down on to him. Panting and smiling you rested your forehead on his before you took his face in to your hands and kissed him. “Dean” you whispered. “Y/n” he whispered back. And with them two words there was no stopping you both. Clothes, lips and moans filled the air. Cries of ecstasy were screamed as you both found your release. After, you both lay in a sweaty euphoric heap. Content and happy lying in each other’s arms. Meanwhile back at he cabin you and Dean talked “I really could live here " you sighed. " What and miss the chance of being killed every other day? " Dean quipped back. You roared out laughing and when you settled down and had caught your breath you said " don’t get me wrong I love hunting but sometimes I do dream of just kicking back " you sighed. Dean was quiet for a few minutes and when he finally spoke he agreed " me too, I want the whole white picket fence but I know it’s not possible in our line of work” “This place does seem perfect though” you sighed “every couples dream”

[k3rm1e]

hi! can you write wilbur with a very VERY chaotic reader? like completely different to what people portray his s/o to be in fanfics! the reader has a very schlatt and techno personality? and they don’t like showing pda unlike wil and he makes them really flustered.

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling

hi! can you write wilbur with a very VERY chaotic reader? like completely different to what people portray his s/o to be in fanfics! the reader has a very schlatt and techno personality? and they don’t like showing pda unlike wil and he makes them really flustered.

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hi anon! sorry for taking a while to get back to you. i hope you like this either way (and yes the title is a heathers reference)

cw: cursing 

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling:

  after being kicked out of his office, wilbur had to stream in the house for a while. which, sure, it was fine there’s nothing inherently wrong with him streaming there - except for the fact that you were so bored, your brain was melting. you felt like the simuloid transforming to look like alex rogan.

  knowing he was in the room just a few feet away was killing you. when he was in his office he was too far away for you to bother him, so it was fine. but now you were dying. whatever. he wouldn’t care if you barged in. definitely.

  standing up from the couch, you barged into the room. you walked toward him as he questioned you. “uh, what are you doing in here? i’m, uh, live, y’know.” you walked behind his chair, ignoring him. you pulled him away from the desk by the back of his spinny chair, causing him to go across the room. behind you, you heard a small crash and a “shit!” yelled from your boyfriend. oops.

  “hello chat. my stream now.” chat was having a freak out of its own, some mad that you threw wil across the room and some laughing. sometime during you’re coming in and throwing wilbur, he took of his headphones. putting them on, you listened to the laughs of one philza minecraft.

  “hello philza minecraft. dadza. it is i, wilbur shit.” you stared deadpan at the camera.

  through the headphones you could hear phil laughing through a “what the fuck”. “hello, uh, hello wilbur shit. uh, you sure that’s your name?”

  “yes. it is i, wilbur shit. i write about train stations and hot bi- girls. hot girls.” wilbur walked over to you and was trying to rip the headphones of your head.

  “give me back my fucking headphones!” you could hear him laughing through the one ear that was uncovered. you reached up in an attempt to keep the headphones on.

  “don’t grab my headphones, fucking bitch!” you were pulling them back on with one hand and swatting his arm with the other.

  “your headphones? this is my stream, my chat.” he had finally gotten the headphones from you and you were now turned around trying to get them. he put them on and was standing to his full height for once. fucking bitch.

  “give me them back, now. this is my stream.” you were ready to kill this man. you come in here to have a good time and this is how you’re treated? you mentally sighed and ‘smh’.

  “uh, no. what are you gonna do anyways, short bitch? call me names?” he stared at his monitor, trying to make sure you didn’t mess up his set up and that he didn’t miss any donos.

  “yes, actually, i will call you names. bitchbur. bitchbur soot. bitchbur shit. yeah, i said it. you’re a bitch. and not even a pretty one.”

  wilbur made a fake shocked expression. “now, now, don’t speak like that. go do something useful instead of traumatizing the poor people trying to watch the stream. like fixing the chair you threw or something.”.

  “ok, ok, i know when i’m not wanted. i’ll clean for you.” you walked casually out the room until you got to the hallway, where you ran so fast your socks made you slip and slide into the other room, like in the breakfast club. to think of it, han solo also did the same, as did kylo. slido ren.

  you quickly grabbed the handheld vacuum from the front room. wilbur appreciates your chaos, at least you think he does. he better, or else you have a boyfriend to fake breakup with. youtube video tears and everything included.

  you arrived at the bedroom, and walked in with a “oh wilburrrrrr….”.

  he mumbed a “oh god fucking damnit…” before yelling “come in!”. you walked in and over to him, turning the vacuum on as it was up against hsi coat. “what the fuck are you doing???”

  “cleaning the dirt up, bitch.” you moved the vacuum up and down his arm.

  “for the love of god, please stop.” wilbur stood up and began a play fight with you. he ended the fight by knocking the now switched off vacuum out of your hand and pick you up by your waist.

  “put me the fuck down!!!” oh shit. pda pda pda. no no no nonononononono.

  “hmmmm… no.” wilbur bonked you on the top of you head with his lips. fuck this bitch and his cutesy pda bullshit. he threw you on the bed and left to go end his stream. once everything was turned off, he went over to you. “why do you have to cause so much stupid chaos on my stream? just why?”

  “because chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.” you smiled at him.

  “y’know, it’s very worrying to me that you’re quoting jason dean.” he stared at you with a fake judgemental expression.

  “nah, it really isn't. now let’s go get slushies instead of going to therapy.” you jumped off the bed and dragged him out the room, lightly whispering “freeze your brain…”.

hello this has been finished i hope you enjoyed! please ignore all the movie references i made one and then i couldn’t stop

[transmasc-rose]

Episode 16:

This is the one Nyx accidentally watched half of!

Red cross on her bag?

"I know that guy ripped your heart out last time" gets her heart ripped out. That's so obvious that its cute.

Nyx "They look cute! In these fucking outfits!!! Black and white shirts!"

Dean "What was that play you did? [name]? It was good, it was cute." Baby Sammy in a play? 🥺

Yippee werewolf mention

Dean chatting up the bartender

Sam "You mind doing a bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?"

Meg!!

Dean's look of awkward confusion as Meg barks at him ksajnksja

Meg Masters...

Nyx " want her to tell [Sam] to sit like a dog."

Dean "Yeah tell me about it! She wasn't even into me!!"

Dean "Alright you little pervert :)"

Nyx "God. They're so fucking stupid."

Dean "Invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do."

YOU'RE TRYING TO TALK HIM THROUGH BITING HER.

Sam "Bite me." Dean "Bite her! But not hard enough to leave teethmarks, just--"

'[The Winchesters] are over-invested in each others sex lives' said a post. Yeah I bet they are.

Sammy's busy stalking her though.

Talking to demons :)

Dean "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl!"

Hmm. Killing people from Kansas.

I hope all the psychic kids (Sam, telekinesis guy, etc) were intended as ritual sacrifices <3

Dean "You wanna go back to school. 🥺"

Dean doesn't want you to leave him, bud.

Dean looks like he's going to cry.

Sam your brother is not well adjusted enough to let you go. Not that there'll be a chance.

Demons attacking through shadows is pretty cool to watch actually.

Covered in blood <3

The trap is for your dad!!

Meg "...and messy." looks at Sam

Meg "I'm doing this for the same reason you do what you do. Loyalty. Love."

That. Makes assault three! Sammy's turn!

Not even letting me watch Sam cry or something :/

Meg gets yeeted.

PAPA WINCHESTER!

Nyx "Please hug Sam he looks like a kicked puppy."

Nyx "Please hug him 🥺"

Hug time! And now I get to see Sammy cry <3

Hi Meg <3

Kill 'em with a flashbang!

Covered in blood! Covered in blood!!

Nyx "The fucking 'masculine' rough pat on the shoulder. Just give him a hug."

Episode over! Meg is back! Everyone gets beat to hell and back! These boys should really get scars over their faces from this. I think it would add to their charm. Would probably make fitting in a little (lot) harder though.

Supernatural time :)