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In Through The Out Door | Art Master Post

Castiel was dead. Again. And it was all Dean's fault.

After failing to drink himself into an early grave, Dean finds a little resolve to pick himself back up and do the right thing: save people. With Sam and Jack by his side, and a little help from a few other survivors, they take on Chuck, restore the world, the multiverse, and everything's back to the way it oughta be.

Everything but Castiel, that is.

Dean clings to a death wish five miles wide after that. And he gets that wish, dying on a hunt. But the worst is yet to come when he wakes up and finds himself in the Empty. And he's not alone.

Chapter 10

Summary: Dean gets his final wish on a hunt in Ohio... Warnings/Tags: MCD (temporary), violence, depression Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Word Count: 4478

Head down, nose clean. Finish the job. Dean had lived by that motto his whole life.

“Get the kids out of here!” he called to Sam. “I got this!”

He didn't. Or at least, he shouldn’t. Not with a death wish five miles wide and a barn full of punkass vampires in Party City clown masks to grant him exactly that. But those stupid sons of bitches kept coming at him in ones and twos. Easy. Too easy. Takedown. Throw. Knockout. Stab. Pretty soon there wouldn’t be any left and he’d have to wake up tomorrow. Do it all over again. Find the next out without doing it himself.

“Go, guys, run!”

Sam’s shout kicked him out of autopilot. He spotted Sam running behind two children as they sprinted for the door. Christ, neither of them were a day over twelve. And now their lives were ruined.

Shoot. Sidestep. Grapple.

Why were they toying with him? There were only three vampires left.

Stab.

Two vampires left.

Dean squared up to the two remaining bloodsuckers. In the dim light, he could hardly see their eyes through their cheap masks. That actually unnerved him. Eyeless freaks. Eyeless, fanged freaks.

The vampire to his left moved in to tackle Dean, but his telegraph might as well have been a blinking neon sign flashing ‘Leaping Now!’. And leap he did, right into Dean’s readied forearm.

Too easy. Like he’d written it himself.

Except nobody is supposed to be writing this shit anymore.

“Dean, watch out!”

Stab.

He knew pain. Wore it like an old coat. Hell, he'd been tortured by a professional demon for forty years. Broken bones, bullets, and blades, his body had weathered all of it.

Well… almost all of it.

The pain running straight through his chest at that moment seared him to the bone, to the very marrow of his soul.

“No!”

Sam’s machete swung through the air as he screamed, slicing the last vampire’s head clean off in one smooth arc. And then he was beside Dean, clinging to his shoulders. “C'mon we gotta go—”

When Sam tugged at him, Dean howled a sound he hadn't heard since his time on the rack. Blinding, white hot pain shot through his back just below his shoulders, scorching all the way through his chest, and he sucked in a shallow, wet breath.

“Don't… I can't move, Sam.”

“What's wrong, what happened?” Sam demanded as he reached behind Dean's back. “I can't—oh.” Shock blew his eyes wide. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, this is…” Dean lifted a hand to his chest, gingerly searching, and nearly puked. Not that he could even if he wanted to. But that scant quarter inch of exposed rebar was enough to chill him to the bone. “I can't go anywhere. I feel like this thing’s holding me together…”

“No… no, no, no, no…”

Sam's rambling faded in and out. Something about getting help, an ambulance, but then Sam tried to move him again and the pain snapped him back into his body. “Stop! Please, Sam, it’s… it’s too much… I’m… I’m too tired.”

“What? What are you talking about, we gotta go—”

Dean shrieked again as Sam tugged. “Let me go!”

Sam spasmed, hands flying from his shoulders, and he froze. It was then that Dean realized what he had said. He hadn’t meant it that way. Just wanted the pain to stop. Wanted the ground to come back under his feet. Wanted the air back in his lungs, blood back in his heart.

“You can’t,” Sam whispered. “I can’t do this alone, there’s no way—”

“Sure you can,” Dean choked. “Not the first time.”

Sam shook his head furiously. “I’ll find a way. I’ll call and if they can’t, I’ll…” He sniffed as the tears took over. “I’ll bring you back.”

“Don’t—” He ground his teeth. “Don’t you fucking dare. We promised Jack… and Amara.” He groaned, then coughed. “Can’t screw with the scales anymore.”

“That’s…” Sam’s face contorted. “It’s not fair. We just got our lives back.”

“You did… I’m not sure I ever really got my shit together,” Dean said. “I have to do this. You too. It’s high time you lived the life you want. Find your slice of normal.”

Sam’s face fell. He understood. Or seemed to. Hard to tell, what with the whole dying thing blurring Dean’s thoughts. “This is my normal.” Dean could hear the insistence in Sam’s voice trying to convince both of them.

“I’m telling you Sam, I will haunt your ass forever if you try anything stupid,” Dean grumbled. “You got this. You always have. I’ve been dead weight a while, you know that. Go with Eileen and have a whole mess of kids and get out of this shit while you still can.”

Sam nodded, wiping the tears from his face. Then he shook his head, scowling. An entire grief cycle raced through him, played out on his face in a matter of seconds. And then he said, “Alright, Dean. No deals, no sacrifices. I swear. But I’m not going anywhere until… until��”

Dean smiled. “Yeah, it won’t kill you to stick around while I flame out here… but there’s something else I need to—” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the encroaching darkness. “I got something to say… I need to…” He choked out a laugh. “Get something off my chest.”

Thank G—Cas, thank Cas—Sam laughed. “Go for it.”

“I’m not much for prayin’,” he said, “but I gotta clear my conscience. So…” He raised his hand and Sam grasped it, thumbs crossed.

“I don’t have a whole lotta time left,” Dean started. “So I’ll just get right to it. I’m sorry, Cas. I’m so fucking sorry. I shoulda said it, I shoulda told you how I felt. You came clean and I didn’t. I was a fucking coward.” He choked again, leaving his lips wet and the taste of copper on his tongue. He sucked in one more rattling breath, then finished. “I don’t know where you are or if you can hear me, but if there’s even a snowball’s chance in Hell you can, I’ll take it.”

Sam’s eyes had, if at all possible, widened further.

“I love you, too, Cas.”

For a moment he thought it was over. Silence stretched and Dean drifted.

“That’s one hell of a deathbed confession.”

Oh. Still alive then. “Yeah,” he croaked, barely above a whisper. “Too bad it amounts to fuckall.” Another round of coughing tore through him then, and he knew. It was the end. Finally. At least there’d be peace on the other side.

“Bye, Sam. See you in about forty or fifty years.”

Sam, with his bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face, smiled through his contorted frown and nodded. Then, seemingly at a loss for words, he leaned in gently, forehead to forehead.

Dean allowed it. Not that he could do anything to stop him anyway. And it was a nice bit of comfort, if he was to be honest with himself. Indulge a little. He was dying after all. Might as well give Sam what he needed one last time, too.

The last light dwindled, shut out by the creeping dark, and in his final conscious breath, Dean heard a sharp gasp, but so far off it must have been a million miles away. And then he heard his name one last time.

Dean?!

Thrum.

Castiel startled, though no one noticed. He was the sole conscious presence in The Empty. So of course no one else had noticed. He was alone.

But then what had startled him?

Thrum.

There it was again. That beat, like a loosed bowstring, rolled through his chest, and Castiel leaped to his feet.

“Hello?”

Thrum!

Louder, the rolling concussion beat nearer. He stumbled in a direction he thought might lead him away from the source. Exhaustion buckled his knees, and he reached out to catch himself on nothing.

THRUM!

“Who’s there?!”

When no answer came, Castiel scrambled to his feet once more and fled.

Light.

There should be light. But as Dean came to, his eyes fluttered open to darkness. He was on his feet in an instant, spinning left and right in a vain attempt to situate himself.

Thrum.

“What the fuck was that?!” he hissed. He spun towards what he thought was the source of the sound, squinting into the vast emptiness—

Emptiness.

Thrum.

Was it getting louder? He listened for a long minute, but heard nothing. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Dean muttered to no one. “Hello?!”

Thrum!

“Jesus Christ, alright, I’ll shut up!”

THRUM!

Dean yelped as he skipped to a sprint. Better than standing still, even though there was nowhere to run.

THRUM!

Impossible, Castiel thought. Like rolling thunder, the beating drum nearly exploded as though it were right on top of him, drowning out his ragged breaths and hammering heart. If ever the fear of the unknown had plagued him, it was in that moment, alone in the terrifying vastness of The Empty. Purgatory had real, tangible threats. Ones he could see—for the most part. But this disembodied beat—heartbeat?—instilled a fear in him bordering on madness.

THRUM!

Castiel cried out as he tripped over his racing feet, and there he collapsed a final time. Something was wrong, not with The Empty—no, he’d definitely solved that problem, he was sure of it—but with him.

You’re unraveling, Cas, he thought. Splitting at the stitches. Or however Dean would say it.

Dean.

Thrum.

Whatever it was, that haunting sound quieted a little. Strange. It seemed to be connected to his thoughts.

Thrum.

Perfect. Even in The Empty, his mind wasn’t his own.

THRUM.

Not that it was that big of a deal. All he really wanted to think about was escaping The Empty and finding Dean.

Thrum.

Dean. Each time Castiel thought of him, the pulse sounded, and he felt it in his chest, resonating. With his heart.

So he’d been right. It wasn’t a drum, it was a heartbeat. And finally, after what had felt like an eternity, it had quieted.

“Dean?”

Thrum.

The gentle stillness that followed lulled him into a serene calm. It was the first reprieve he had achieved since arriving in The Empty. And so, he took the opportunity to rest, sitting where he had fallen. Maybe that was all he needed.

Thrum.

Or not. Castiel lurched to his feet and started off again.

Thrum!

Is it… leading me? Castiel turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

Thrum.

So it is. He strode onward with purpose, following the steady, soothing heartbeat. Maybe it would take him somewhere. Somewhere he needed to be.

Thrum.

Agreed then. Onward.

Much like how he walked, Castiel’s mind wandered, led by the heartbeat. His footfalls clunked on the unseen ground, echoed on unseen walls. Besides his own heart, it was the only marker for the passing time. Though he did not trust himself nor this sound, he knew he had no alternative lest he go mad. That was, if he had not already.

Thrum.

Where could he possibly go in The Empty?

Thrum.

Castiel turned, picking a direction at random.

Thrum!

He turned again.

THRUM!

He turned again and again and again, but the hammering heart pounded between his ears until he heard nothing but its booming roar.

Roar, he thought. Like a voice. The heartbeat wasn’t leading him to a place.

Thrum.

It was leading him to a person.

Thrum.

THRUM!

“I don’t know what you fucking want from me,” Dean grumbled under his breath. He’d tried shouting at the damn thing, tried sprinting away from it, tried standing still—multiple times—but nothing had worked. It seemed that, whatever it was, the hammering was determined to be pissed at him.

Figures.

“I’m gonna to keep going in this direction,” he continued to nobody. “And if whatever or whoever y’all are wants to talk to me, I’ll listen. But until then, shut—”

THRUM!

“Son of a bitch, this is fucking pointless.” He sighed, giving up. No good arguing with nobody. Especially with how exhausted he was. Waste of energy. Dammit all to hell, he could destroy a burger right about then. But something was wrong with him. That weirdly intense self-awareness he’d gained in the last… however long he’d been dead told him that much. He thought it was the lingering soreness in his chest. Seriously, though, who mounts two feet of rebar on a four-by-four at chest height? Fucking morons, that’s who.

THRUM!

Fuck, that was getting old. Fast.

He rubbed at the spot on his chest where he’d felt the sound resonate. But the ache wasn’t physical. Something deeper, subatomic even, just bothered him. Like a part of him was itching to get out.

The part that doesn’t belong here, he thought.

Thrum.

“I… don’t belong here?”

Thrum.

“Glad we can agree on that—”

THRUM!

“JESUS H. TAP DANCIN’ CHRIST, ALRIGHT, I GET IT!” he shouted.

Thrum.

Great. A sentient hammer beating on his brain was all he had for company.

THRUM!

Sentient… drum?

THRUM!

Not a hammer or a drum… so what then? Thrum.

Beating. What else beats? Boots do. On the ground. Clubs. Clubs on heads. But neither of those things sounded remotely similar to whatever this thing was. This rolling thunder that echoed in his bones, his body.

His chest. Right where he ached.

A heart.

Thrum.

So a sentient heart. What was next, a raven?

THRUM!

No raven, then. Better than being completely alone.

Thrum.

Dean adjusted his jacket and flannel with a confident tug. At least he’d figured that out. He picked a direction, and after only one objection, the heartbeat settled, apparently pleased with his decision.

But then nothing happened. He walked for hours, days, weeks. And yet it also felt like mere moments. When would he arrive? And where?

Thrum.

Why the hell did this incorporeal heartbeat care so much?

Thrum!

“If my thoughts piss you off , you could just stop listening—”

THRUM!

“Fine, you fucking masochist,” he growled. “You want to be nosy, it’s your funeral.”

THRUM!

“Ugh.” He shuffled onward, and as he did, his thoughts drifted. A heart was leading him. A sentient, beating heart.

Thrum.

Something about that thought struck him like a lightning bolt. A lightning bolt of guilt. He saw Castiel’s brilliant, bright form wasting Billie and The Shadow. He felt Castiel push him, felt his grip on his shoulder. Heard his words again.

Thrum.

“So you’re taunting me, now?”

Thrum.

“Okay, okay, not taunting,” Dean said. He walked in silence for a moment, buried in his thoughts. There had to be something he was missing. Something about himself. And Castiel.

Thrum.

Son of a bitch, but he was tired. If only he could get some rest—

Thrum.

No rest then. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to press on when he’d rather sleep. Not that there was anywhere to go in a completely empty void.

Empty.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks.

“Holy shit, I’m in The Empty.”

A drunken memory rushed to the fore of his mind: At least Billie was dead, too. Gotta pick out the positives where he could find them. Right?

So much for that silver lining. Fucking Billie. It had to be her. She had to be alive. She’d threatened to toss him and Sam into The Empty. Sick of seeing them come back every time.

“Welp, you got half of what you wanted,” Dean grumbled. “Hope you’re happy.”

Thrum.

“Guess not. I’ll take your word for it,” he retorted.

As he started out again, guided by the heart’s heading, he continued down his train of thought. He’d been wrong about Billie. And Jack, sort of. And… fresh memories jockeyed for his attention. Loss. Grief. Depression. Resolve. Devastating disappointment. Resignation. Each time he reached out for one of those feelings, the memory wavered, replaced by one dominant moment.

Don’t do this, Cas.

Oh. Sure. ‘Course that was the easy one to remember. The crux of his guilt.

I love you, too, Cas.

Why, after saying those words out loud, had he still felt like shit? Why did he still, currently, feel like absolute shit?

“Maybe… maybe that’s not why I feel guilty?” he wondered aloud. The proverbial lightbulb flashed to life and he froze for a step. “It’s not like I rejected him. Hell, I damn near begged him not to do it.”

Thrum.

His boots continued to carry him onward, rejuvenated. “Nah, I shouldn’t feel guilty.” He shook his head. “Not for that. Survivor’s guilt, sure. But The Shadow had shown up. So… that means Cas was legit happy. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have worked, and Billie woulda had us.”

Another lightbulb. “And I’m not about to invalidate his feelings just because mine are a fucking mess. I am a fuckin’ dummy.”

And there it was. He’d been wrong about his own guilt all along. His boots picked up the pace.

“And!” he continued, “I’m such a big fuckin’ dummy, I let all that get in the way of doing something about it. My best friend—no, the man I love sacrificed himself to save me, the idiot he, for whatever reason, loves, and I’ve been too caught up in my own dumbass assumptions about everything to do anything about it!”

Thrum.

“Thank you!” he shouted. Swift as the wind, he rushed onward.

Thrum.

“And another thing!” he railed on, “this is nobody’s fault. Not mine, not Sam’s, not Cas’s, not even Jack’s. We’re human… er, not all of us, but you know what I mean. We make mistakes. Even angels. Cas has made plenty, I’ve made more. And that’s okay. As long as we try to do better.” He kept the reins of that thought in a tight grip as he urged it on. “And to do better, to be better, I have to make better choices. So I’m gonna tell him. He’s gotta be in here, too, I can feel it. I’m gonna find him, come hell or high water, and I’m gonna save our asses. And when I do, I’m gonna tell him exactly how I feel because he deserves to know. He deserves that respect and honesty. Whatever happens after that won’t fucking matter.”

Thrum.

For the first time since it had started, that invisible heart beat in time with his own. And he felt a comfort in that echo. A calm he’d not known in so long. There was a quip about Poe buried somewhere in there, but he snuffed out the thought. Wouldn’t want to piss off the floorboards again.

Thrum.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” Dean grumbled as he rushed on, boots thumping between beats on the nothingness beneath him. He had a mission now. An objective.

A purpose.

Castiel had often occupied the liminal spaces between moments. Between asleep and awake. Between life and death. Between light and dark. But never had he experienced that moment between silence and sound. Between heartbeats.

With nothing to track time but a tell-tale heart, Castiel had no concept of how long or far he had walked. He had kept at it for so long. His own footfalls and rustling and beating heart paired with the disembodied thrum that kept him company. So when he finally realized another sound had interrupted his cadence, Castiel had no clue how long it had existed. Seconds? Minutes? Or longer? The horrifying thought that he had been followed for months unbeknownst to him sent a shiver down his spine.

At first, he could hardly tell what it was. But the longer he listened, the harder he focused as he slowed his own steps, the pattern broke and he understood.

Boots. A strong and steady pace strode closer to him. It wasn’t until he had slowed down to listen that his own footsteps fell out of time with the other pair.

Thrum.

With ease, Castiel found the tempo again. Between the omnipotent heart and his distant partner’s footsteps, a renewed sense of purpose bolstered him, and he peered ahead into the darkness.

Except it wasn’t quite so dark anymore.

Dean thought he had imagined it at first. But the longer he stared, the clearer it became. A tiny pinprick of light wavered in the distance. How long—no. No questions. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He picked up his pace, stamping down his fatigue, and forced himself to run.

Thrum.

The light elongated ever so slightly, at first a sliver, then wider at the middle. But it was still so damn small, and so damn far away. Labored breathing heaved his shoulders and his muscles screamed out in agony. He just needed to stop for a moment, catch his breath…

The second his feet shuffled to a stop, the light all but vanished.

“No!”

Dean raced flat out, lunging into his stride. He ignored the burn in his lungs, the sickening spinning in his head. The light returned then, growing as his boots pounded the—well, nothing. In so few steps, that beacon brightened, as though powered by the sun itself, and Dean had to shield his eyes.

And then it was gone. Quick as it had come, the light vanished. But it had left something behind.

Not something. Someone.

Dean lowered his arm, though he hesitated at first. Then he saw the back of a familiar khaki duster. His heart leaped into his throat and his hands began to tremble. He had to be real. There was no one else it could be. It had to be him and if it wasn’t, Dean couldn’t be held responsible for what he did next.

The man turned over his shoulder, barely revealing a sliver of blue, and Dean pounced.

Impulsive. It might come back to bite him in the ass later, but he’d willingly pay the price. Dean reached for him, arms long and fingers splayed. Time stretched eternal in that moment, dragging him down like dead weight. But then he felt the coat beneath his fingers and he seized it, grasping him by the arm, and pulled.

In all his angelic glory, Castiel mirrored Dean, eyes wide and mouth agape, gawking without reservation. What a sight for sore eyes. He was gorgeous, with his tousled hair, disheveled suit, and tie akimbo. Just like he always looked. Absolutely divine. And as Castiel licked his lips, those fierce blue eyes flicked to Dean’s, and it took all of Dean’s willpower not to kiss him.

But why? He’d made a promise to himself. To tell Castiel how he felt the moment he found him. And yet, there he was, hesitating. Again. For no fucking reason. It wasn’t as if there was some question about the way Castiel felt. Not anymore. There’d be no ruining a good thing, ending a perfectly decent friendship with complicated feelings. They felt the same way about each other. So why couldn’t he do it?

Dean gripped him by both arms then, squeezing. Confirming he was real. He had to be. Maybe that was what held him back. The grief would kill him all over again. But what better way to know for sure than by taking his head in both of his hands and planting his lips on his?

“Dean?”

Christ, his name sounded so sweet on Castiel’s tongue. Like a prayer, a benediction to the man he loved. And that man was a fucking idiot who refused to do anything about it.

“Yeah, Cas,” he croaked through the lump in his throat. “It’s me.”

Castiel supported his arms with a firm grip, and Dean might as well have melted right then and there. “How—why are you here? Please don’t tell me you made a deal…”

“No,” Dean interjected. “It’s… worse, actually. But also not—hey, are you alright?”

The start of a few different thoughts tumbled out of Castiel’s mouth, then he sighed and fell silent. Whatever he had tried to say, Dean knew he was not alright.

“I’m good. Better now. Just tired.”

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he pressed as he pulled Castiel closer, and he felt it then, the exhaustion that weighed him down. Weighed them both down.

“Yeah,” Castiel groaned. Once stable, he continued. “But you woke me up… I heard you. Praying in the Bunker.”

Icy dread engulfed Dean, numbing his fingers and toes. “So you… heard it then? Everything?”

“No,” Castiel shook his head. “I… heard your voice. Heard you say my name,” he said through a smile. “I knew it was you. And then I woke up here. Again.”

So he hadn’t heard all of it. He hadn’t heard those four little words. Dean breathed a little easier then. “C’mon, we need to keep moving,” he insisted. “Gotta find a way out.”

“There’s nowhere to go,” Castiel began. “The heartbeat was leading us to each other but… it’s gone now.”

He was right. Dean listened for a moment only to find the heartbeat and its presence completely gone. Before he could comment on it, Castiel slumped in his arms. Dean grasped him by the back of his coat, hoisting him up with one arm flung over his shoulders. “You sure you're good, man?”

“I’m… fine. Where are we going to go?”

Dean scanned The Empty, which felt pretty damn stupid the second he did it. “I don’t know. But it’s better than standing still.” He started off then, picking a random direction. Castiel shuffled along beside him, and dammit all if Dean did not relish the feeling of his warmth so near.

“Do you think we’ll find a way out?”

He regarded Castiel then, and stumbled a step. Genuine concern knotted his brow and Dean knew he had to do it. He had to lie.

“We will, Cas. We have to. I’m here, ain’t I?”

That seemed to do the trick. Castiel smiled then, bright as ever. And though he tried to remain confident, Dean felt the weight of their affliction, whatever it was, dragging them down as heavy as death itself. And he knew that weight. Had truly felt it on his way in here, leading him to this very moment. But they had to keep going. Second chances and all that. More like fifth chances. He’d lost count.

Castiel’s weight shifted suddenly, staggering Dean back to the present. He recovered with a quick shuffle, grabbing Castiel by the shoulder, and one hand propping him up at his chest. “Hey, man, keep it together, we just gotta cross the finish line.” A feeble bob of his head was enough for Dean. It had to be. “I swear, Cas…” Dean paused, breath catching in this throat. “I promise, Castiel. I promise we’re gonna make it out of here. Look at me.”

Castiel raised his head again, pain twisting his face.

“Once more?” Dean asked.

Castiel beamed up at him.

“Unto the breach.”

Oh, yeah. That was enough for Dean.

More than enough.

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Episode Review: ‘Together Again’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 3)

Airdate: May 20, 2021

Story by: Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, Christina Catucci, Jesse Moynihan, Adam Muto

Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Iggy Craig, Maya Petersen, Serena Wu

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

Across Adventure Time’s ten season run, the show explored a bevy of “mature” themes and story ideas—topics, like love, sexuality, depression, and grieving. The show also touched upon death, but the emphasis was usually placed on the emotional toll of a loved one dying, not really what happens when you die. We knew there were Dead Worlds and Death. We knew that there was reincarnation. But how does it all fit together? What does it mean? How does it work?

With “Together Again,” we finally have many of the answers.

This special opens with a marvelous fake-out episode simply called “Finn & Jake,” that sees the two steal a magical cartoon of 50-flavor ice cream before rescuing Turtle Princess and LSP from the clutches of the villainous Ice King. This is all deliberately anachronistic and over the top. Ice King is back to his season one ways, Finn has both arms, and he is still wielding his golden sword that he lost in season two’s “The Real You.” There’s lolrandom dialogue and silly monsters; it’s like a parody of seasons 1-2. But then, this adventure starts to get all wonky, and in time Finn realizes that he is in a some sort of trance or illusion: one that ends with Jake being buried in the ground. Suddenly, Finn awakens from his reverie. He’s an old man. And he’s dead. We’re then presented with a new title card that lets us know the episode is actually called “Finn & Jake Are Dead.”

Holy Glob! They actually went there.

Turns out Jake died years before Finn, so naturally Finn is super excited to see his best bud. But something’s wrong—he cannot find Jake!! They planned to spend eternity together. But all that Finn can find is his very own psychopomp, Mr. Fox (voiced by Tom Herpich, whose purposefully stilted line readings are the epitome of delightful). Finn rightfully assumes that Jake is in a different Dead World, and so, being the ball of spunk and energy that he is, he demands to meet with Death, only to discover that there’s a New Death in town (voiced by Chris Fleming). The episode eventually explains that New Death was the son of Death and Life, and after New Death killed his father, he became the sovereign of the afterlife. New Death hates his job and decides to just blow up all the Dead Worlds so he doesn’t have to deal with it all. (I won’t get too much into the details here, because there would be a lot of story to parse out.)

Finn soon learns that Jake has reached nirvana in the 50th Dead World, where there is nothing but peace and serenity. Finn nevertheless tracks down Jake, pulls him from paradise, but in doing so, accidentally lets New Death in, who promptly obliterates Elysium, sending all the enlightened souls—including those from different levels of the afterlife—to the 1st Dead World. This gronks up the afterlife, temporarily halting the reincarnation process.

Well, Finn and Jake are rightfully ticked, and so they haunt the material plane looking for Princess Bubblegum. She’s not home (more on that later), but Peppermint Butler is! After Ghost Finn and Ghost Jake explain the situation, Peppermint Butler tells them what to do: They need to find Life and explain the situation. The duo manage just that, and Life is rightfully angry that her kid has stopped the transmigration of souls. After Life gives Finn a McGuffin sword that can hurt Death, Finn and Jake return to his abode. A brawl ensues wherein we learn that New Death has been possessed… by none other than that spirit of the Lich.

That’s right, it’s the Lich! He’s back, and boy is he evil.

The Lich explains that by possessing Death, he can destroy the afterlife, thereby destroying a key aspect of reality. Naturally, Finn and Jake are not cool with this, and they engage in combat. After Mr. Fox grabs the McGuffin sword and uses it to annihilate the Lich and New Death, he is proclaimed the New New Death and sets everything right. Finn is slated to be reincarnated, and Jake is slated to return to the 50th Dead World where he and Finn will one day be reunited. As Finn is pulled into the wheel of souls, Jake suddenly decides to go back with Finn, too, “Just for fun.” The episode ends with a card letting us know that the episode is neither called “Finn & Jake” nor “Finn & Jake Are Dead.” Instead, it is “Finn and Jake Are Together Again.”

As they say, “And there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”

If you were to tell me several years ago that the last episode to star Finn and Jake would revolve around them dying, I think I would’ve been upset. Not simply sad, but rather frustrated because “they all died” can feel like a cheap ending. But with “Together Again,” it all works. And a large reason that it works is because the show goes all in with their ideas. Finn and Jake don’t magically leap back into their old life (no, no, they very much do bite the dust). Instead, the special emphasizes the cyclical nature of life through the transmigration of souls. The episode ends with a beautiful scene of Finn and Jake, bound together as soul-brothers, being reborn into a new, mysterious (possibly Ooo 1000+?) world. It’s both aesthetically and emotionally pleasing; it doesn’t feel off the way over finales might. This is right. This is the way life works. “Round and round as nature goes,” and all that jazz.

I loved the series explanation of how death works. It seems that souls land in a specific Dead World, where they ‘marinate’ for a bit, presumably being rewarded or punished based on their life in our meat reality. After a time, they are then reborn. This process repeats, with each soul reaching higher and higher levels of enlightenment until they hit nirvana, which is the 50th Dead World. So in a sense, Adventure Time has a roughly Buddhist cosmology with a dash of Greco-Roman mythos thrown in for flavor. (As to what happens after a soul stays in the 50th Dead World for a long period is anyone’s guess, but I’d speculate that when all the souls in the multiverse have been purified and land in the 50th Dead World, they will all collapse into one another and form one perfect Monad. Perhaps this is the sphere of perfection that the beings who merged into Matthew thought they were connecting to? Who knows! It’s anyone’s guess!) I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see who Death, Prismo, Life, etc.’s boss was, but perhaps that’s a mystery better left up to the imagination!

One minor thing that I loved about this special was the number of characters who made cameos as well as all the callbacks that were made to previous episodes. Regarding the former: Finn and Jake’s canine family show up (including the oft-forgotten Jermaine!), as do Tree Trunks and her myriad husbands. Tiffany plays a major role in all these shenanigans as a “death cop” of all things. There is a delightful rogues gallery stuck in the 1st Dead World (including, among others, Maja, Sharon from “The Gut Grinder,” and Wyatt). In the 50th we find Ghost Princess and Clarence happily at peace next to Booshy, the weird spirit mentioned in the Pen Ward classic “High Strangeness.” As far as callbacks go, perhaps my favorite is the clap (from “James Baxter the Horse”) that Jake taught to Finn in case they ever do get separated in the afterlife. And of course, there are myriad references made to “Death in Bloom,” the episode that planted the seed for what this would grow into.

Going into the special suspecting that it would involve Death, I was curious how they were going to handle Miguel Ferrer’s character. (In case a reader is not aware, Ferrer played Death in episodes like “Death in Bloom” and “Betty,” but he sadly passed away a few years ago). The producers’ choice to feature him in a non-speaking cameo—despite playing a relatively significant role in the story—was wise; I’m not sure if I can articulate the exact reasons, but something about his role felt appropriate and not gross, as some post-mortem memorials can be. Speaking of which, the wonderful, lovely Polly Lou Livingston was featured for the last time in this episode as Tree Trunks, happily in heaven with her literal harem of husbands. It was funny, it really was, and I’m sure that Polly Lou would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing it on screen. (Also, this is a pro-Tree Trunks safe space. Any Tree Trunks haters will be chucked into the 1st Dead World with Wyatt.)

The biggest mystery in this whole thing, for me at least, is the question of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Several years ago, I wrote an essay about what could’ve happened to them in the Ooo 1000+ universe. I speculated that they peaced out and left Ooo behind. In this special, neither Bubblegum nor Marceline are to be found in the Candy Kingdom—Peppermint Butler seems to be the one in charge, given that he is now wearing Bubblegum’s crown. Likewise, the duo aren’t anywhere in the Dead Worlds either. Maybe the two of them skipped town and got a duplex in the Nightosphere? Who knows… I just want my favorite gals to be OK!

All things considered, “Together Again” was a marvel: An episode that managed to feel like a series finale even more than “Come Along with Me” already did without taking away from the series itself. An episode that managed to make the idea of dying funny. An episode that brought back the Lich in a way that wasn’t forced. An episode that made Mr. Fox the New New Death. An episode that gave us a beautiful ending to Finn and Jake’s story… as well as the beautiful beginning to a new one. I said it on Twitter, and I’ll say it again here: “Together Again” was the end of a sentence in a book with infinite pages. Truly, the fun will never end.

Mushroom War evidence: Everything takes place in the Dead Worlds, so not really. Perhaps a more eagle-eyed viewer can inform us...

Final Grade: That’s right, I’m gonna do it...

Post-script, I actually messaged Jesse Moynihan to ask about his writing credit. He told me that it was for an unused story idea that he had developed. I’m not certain, but I’ll bet it was a part of the cancelled TV movie they were trying to make during season 5, since that would’ve seen Finn and Orgalorg journey to the various Dead Worlds.

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Maybe in Another Life - Dean x fem!reader part 2

In this universe, Chuck had won, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were the only ones left. They must find another reality to live so they can find a way to bring back their own. But after getting separated, (Y/N) must find her Dean while working with this universe’s hunters.

Also Season 15 spoilers

TW: Mentions of losing a child

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“(Y/N)?” Dean voice sounded as broken as he looked. (Y/N) looked anywhere but Dean’s eyes. She was so tempted to run and hug him that she had to tighten her clenched fists, so much that her nails were digging into the palm of her hands, to keep her grounded. This wasn’t her reality, this wasn’t her Dean and she wasn’t his (Y/N).

Thankfully, Jody blocked the path between the two, “She’s from another universe. A universe that God destroyed.”

“Like those versions of us that came through a portal a few days ago?” Sam asked after clearing his throat.

“It seems like God destroying so many realities at one time is creating some kind of rifts in the multiverse.” Alex said, earning looks from Kaia and Claire.

“Multiverse? Like Spiderman?” Claire crossed her arms over her chest.

“It was the only word I could think of, gimme a break.” Alex rolled her eyes.

Finally, (Y/N) decided that she should speak. She put a hand on Jody’s shoulder, moving her only slightly so she could address the brothers, “Look. My world got destroyed. I lost...” Her eyes went to Dean, “Everything.” She looked back at the rest of the group, “I swore that I would run that son of a bitch ragged for what he did to my family and I’ll be damned if I let it happen to this world too. We’re gonna stop him, no matter what.”

Sam stepped forward, “Tell us what we need to know.”

After a change of clothes from Jody, Sam caught (Y/N) up on all the things that had happened in their world. They had already been through what she had back home so that was promising.

“So Chuck and Amara merged and...” (Y/N) bit her lip forcing back tears she had shed before, “Jack’s gone?”

“Well, yeah, but we got get him back from the Empty after we gave Billie God’s death book.”

“Did she read the new ending?”

“Yeah.”

“And what’d she say?”

Sam raised his eyebrows, “She uh, she said it was interesting.”

“That’s probably not good.” She leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes. She opened them again to find Sam staring.

“Sorry,” He blinked and looked away, “It’s just... You’re our friend that died. And... If you don’t mind me asking-”

“You want me to tell you how the apocalypse happened?” He only nodded. She sighed, remembering when it all went wrong.

“Well, we did what you tried. We let Jack go through the trials to become a bomb.” She looked down at the kitchen table they were sitting at, “I begged for another way. I had always wanted a family of my own but was too scared to. I got attached to Jack because he was a child that was invincible, or... He was supposed to be.”

After cornering God and Amara and trapping them in the bunker, Dean led Jack through the bunker to the room where they were being held. Sam, Castiel and (Y/N) followed behind, the parental panic dripping off of both of them.

“Billie is playing us.” Sam explained, having come back from Death’s realm to get God’s death book.

“So, what, her plan's not gonna work?” Dean asked.

“No, it will work.”

“Then great.” He said quickly.

“But listen, if Jack takes out God and Amara, it'll create a power vacuum that Billie will fill. This was all her power grab.” Sam explained.

“Wait,” Cas said, “Death wants to become God?”

“As long as Chuck dies, I'm good.” Dean continued to lead Jack. The boy hadn’t said a word, just clutching his stomach.

“Okay, listen, just stop.” Sam pushed forward to block Dean’s path.

“Get outta the way, Sam.” Dean shouted, “What are you doing?!”

“I'm trying to make you listen.” Sam pleaded. (Y/N) came around, holding Jack’s face up. His face was twisted in pain, being held up by Dean’s hands.

“Jack...” She said softly. He met her eyes, his lip trembling from the pain.

“We don't have time!” Dean barked, “Jack already lit the fuse! We gotta go!”

“You did what?” Castiel’s voice was filled dread as looked at the Nephilim.

“Sam, I'm not gonna ask you again.”

“Dean, please.” Sam begged.

(Y/N) felt at Jack’s forehead and pulled her hand away quickly, he was literally burning up. Her heart filled with darkness, Jack saw the look in her eyes, tears building in his own.

“I’m sorry...” He whimpered.

“No, no...” (Y/N) sniffled and combed his hair out of his face. Everyone’s attention was then brought to Dean pulling a gun on Sam.

“Move.” He said sternly.

“Dean, don't.” Castiel glared.

“Dean!” (Y/N) grabbed his wrist but he only shook her off.

“Move, Sam. Move!”

“Dean, don't do this.” Sam held his hands up.

“I don't want to do this, but this is everything!” Dean was getting glossy eyed.

“No, it's not!”

Dean cocked the gun, willing to kill his own brother to stop God, “Get outta my way.” Sam knocked the gun away, the two began to tussle, Dean punching Sam. Castiel and (Y/N) pulled Jack out the fight. Jack groaned in pain, (Y/N) stroked his hair softly, tears falling down her face. There was no other option now. Jack was going to die. After Sam fell to the floor, Dean grabbed Jack from her and continued to bring him to the storage room.

“Let's go, let's go.”

“Dean. No, Dean.” Sam followed, grabbing Dean which caused Jack to fall to the ground. Castiel and (Y/N) knelt down, besides Jack.

“Wait. Stop! You gotta listen.” Sam started but was cut off by Dean slamming his head back into Sam’s face, knocking his brother off.

“You guys go, go!” Dean said to his friend and his fiancé.

“I can’t.” (Y/N) finally let the tears fall, “I can’t do this.” Begrudgingly, Cas brought Jack towards the door.

“No!” (Y/N) rushed forward as Cas opened the door to the storage room, shoved Jack inside and slammed the door behind him. She rushed passed the group, Dean grabbing at her jacket. As she ran forward, she heard the boom from inside and what followed was a cosmic blast that blew them all back to the other side of the hall.

After a moment, and the ringing in her ears subsided, she opened her eyes. There was a figure in the hole of a doorway that led to what remained for the storage. Her heart leapt, begging that it was her Jack.

“Jack...” She called softly, struggling to stand, “Sweetheart, is that you?”

“Ya know.” Her heart sunk hearing God’s cocky voice, “That really pulls at my heart strings, (Y/N).”

“No...” Dean’s voice was almost a whisper as they all stared at God who was still very much alive.

“I mean... Are you kidding me?!” God barked, “After everything, that was the best you could do?!”

“Where’s Amara?” Cas kept close to (Y/N) who started trembling in fear and agony.

“Amara. Amara.” He motioned his hands over his chest, “She’s in here somewhere.”

“What, you consumed your sister?”

“We came to an understanding, so spare me your contempt, Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after "gripping him tight and raising him from perdition?" They did what they were told. But not you. Not the "one off the line with a crack in his chassis." All of you. You know,” He stepped forward, “I tried and I tried and I tried,” Each word boomed through the bunker, “But you're all just too stupid, too stubborn. Too broken. You know what? I'm over it. I'm over you.”

“Yeah? Good.” Sam’s voice was strong but it still shook.

Dean motioned with the gun, “Screw you, Chuck.”

“No, screw you. You know what you do with broken toys? You throw them out. So, kill each other, don't kill each other... I don't care.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... have fun watching the world end.” With that Chuck disappeared.

(Y/N) walked towards the room, Dean calling out from behind to keep her from the room.

“Don’t!” She growled through clenched teeth and tears. She walked through the hole in the door. It looked like a bomb had gone off for sure. She looked around, seeing that all that was left of the boy was a scrap of his jacket. She fell to her knees, taking the cloth and holding it close to her chest.

“No... No...” Her words were broken by sobs, “No!”

“Cas tried to negotiate with the Empty to get Jack back but she just kept him there. Both of them.” She wiped away the tears that had fallen, “Then everyone disappeared and the darkness started to take away everything. Chuck called us to the cabin to talk. I lost... the Sam from my world and then Dean and I were the only ones left and then I was on the side of the road.” She finished her story.

“Wow...” Sam said, “I can’t imagine...”

“Well, you won’t have to.” She stood up from her chair, “I’m gonna save this world and take that son of a bitch out with me.”

“In that case,” Sam stood, “You should come with us. It’d be nice to have you around again and for you to help us with this situation.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Sam.” She looked out to the window where Jody and Dean had been for the last half hour.

“Maybe not, but,” Sam licked his bottom lip, “We really need the help. You always know what to do, which was a real disadvantage these last couple years.”

(Y/N) started tapping her foot, chewing on the inside of her cheek, “Alright.”

The ride back to the bunker was long and familiar, but the worst part was getting back to the bunker and seeing how different it was. She had snuck off to explore, she found the room she shared with Dean, seeing that it looked like it hadn’t changed. The only difference was the pictures that were stuck in the vanity mirror. There were the ones when they were kids with John, the one with Dean and Mary, but there were new ones: a picture of Mary and John with Sam and Dean, but it looked recent. Looks like John and Mary had been brought back but seemed long gone by now. The other picture was her and Dean, it was when they had gone on a picnic together, they were laying in the grass, smiling up at her polaroid camera. The next thing she saw was Dean’s ring on the counter, meaning that he took it off. (Y/N) supposed that it made sense that he wouldn’t wear it since that she wasn’t here anymore. But it still hurt that he took it off.

She heard his familiar footsteps from Dean’s heavy boots. She caught his glance in the mirror. He saw her eyes and pulled at his collar. He pulled a chain from under his shirt where her wedding band hung, shining in the light. She instinctively felt at her ring, feeling the metal there.

“I kept yours...” He said, “As a reminder to always try harder. Because if I had, you would still be alive.” Her hands gripped onto the vanity, squeezing her eyes shut.

“What happened to me... In your world?” He asked, taking a hesitant step forward.

“You... You don’t want to know.” She whispered.

“But I do... I need to know what I could have done-”

She turned around quickly, “There was nothing you could have done. Chuck was ripping apart our shelter and you were impaled by a piece of it.” Her voice cracked, “You died in my arms and I couldn’t do anything but threaten an absent God.” She inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath, “The worst part is that I don’t even know where his body is. I can’t give him a proper funeral because whatever spit me out here took me away from him.” She sat down on the edge of the familiar bed and chuckled to herself. The bed conformed her her body like a hug from a familiar stranger.

“Memory foam.” She said fondly, “It remembers me.”

Dean walked over and sat next to her on the bed, the feeling was normal but it felt wrong at the same time. It made her so conflicted. On one had, Dean was alive. But on the other, her Dean was dead and this Dean was just as sad as she was. She wanted to hold him tightly, to kiss him just as hard as he wanted to kiss her. But she couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be fair. Who knew how different this universe’s (Y/N) was compared to her.

“I just have a question...” He said after a while.

“Yeah?”

“When Lucifer took Cas over... Did you leave to find a way to stop him? Did I... Stop you from leaving?”

She closed her eyes tightly, “Dean... My answer will hurt worse than my death.”

“Please.” He reached out, lifting her chin up to face him, “I need to know.”

“I didn’t go because I had a miscarriage.” Her words seemed to break what was already broken. Pieces into pieces. He looked like he did when it had happened. Complete despair and heart break. The same look he gave her when he watched her scream on the bathroom floor holding what was supposed to be the one good thing to come out of their nightmare of a life.

“I got really attached to Jack after that, I loved Jack like my own and it killed me to watch you call him a monster...” She sniffled, “Because he’s my baby.”

Dean’s voice caught in his throat as he tried to speak again, “I-I don’t think like that anymore. Jack’s our kid. Even if it took me a long time to realize it.” She only nodded, standing up from the bed.

Dean stood up as well, his eyes full of desperation, “Where are you going?”

“I need to take a walk.” She looked him up and down, “Alone.” She walked out before he could stop her and walked back through the bunker to where they came in. But before she could get to the exit, Castiel and Jack were standing in the kitchen talking with Sam.

“(Y/N).” Castiel stared, confusion evident on his face. Jack looked at her as if she were a stranger, which hurt more than she would like to admit. Cas walked forward, but hesitated as he stopped a few feet in front of her.

“I’m not your (Y/N).” She said sadly.

“Yes, Sam explained it but... Seeing you now, it doesn’t matter if you’re not from this universe. You’re still my friend. And I missed you.” He pulled her into his arms like he was greeting an old friend, and he was. She had to remember that she wasn’t of their world but for now she would allow herself to become a part of it for her sanity’s sake. She wrapped her arms around her friend, fisting her hands into the trench coat that had literally been to Hell and back.

Besides her, Jack appeared, a sad smile on his face. She turned her head that was resting on Castiel’s shoulder to face him.

“Hello, sweet boy.” She reached out and held his cheek softly. It seemed like he wasn’t used to this kind of softness, a mother’s touch. His real mother had died as a result of his birth and in her world she had taken over that role.

Jack leaned into her touch, savoring the moment. They all did. What she didn’t see was Dean looking at the group from the hallway, anger building in his chest.

“So the Empty is pissed at Castiel and Billie now.” She rubbed her temples as Team Free Will explained how the bomb situation had ended differently. They were all gathered around the World Map Table.

“Yup.” Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“You cut Billie with Death’s scythe?” She asked.

“She was going to take Jack with her.” Dean said, “What was I supposed to do?”

(Y/N) combed their hair out of her face, “Billie’s dying. And pissed. She’s gonna retaliate.” Just as she spoke, Sam’s phone rang. When he answered, they all heard a very frantic Charlie whose girlfriend disappeared into thin air. They decided to go out on the road to figure out what was going on.

The car ride gave her time to think. In her world, Billie got taken out with the rest of the world so now that they had God and Death pissed off at them, saving this world seemed more impossible than ever.

When they arrived at Charlie’s, Castiel, Jack, and (Y/N) stayed outside. Jack was leaning against the hood, facing away from the angel and the hunter.

“They won't be long.” Cas broke the silence, “They just didn't want to overwhelm their friend.” She wasn’t sure who he was speaking too, but Jack answered.

“I don't mind.”

“How're you feeling? You've been quiet.”

Jack paused before answering with his own question, “How long you been waiting to ask me that?”

Cas let out a quiet laugh, “I guess I didn't want to overwhelm you.” He came around the sit of the car to sit next to Jack on the hood. (Y/N) stood quietly on the other side.

“I feel... strange. I don't know if that's because of what happened to me, if it means something, or if I just feel strange because... It's over. The plan. My destiny.” His words shook, “I was ready to die, and I wanted to. For Sam, for Dean, for the world. I wanted to make things right. And now... I don't know why I'm even here.”

(Y/N) came around the side of the Impala and wrapped an arm around his shoulders like she used to. Even though he didn’t know her at all, he still accepted her touch.

“Jack, you don’t need to apologize or need to be forgiven.” She said softly.

Cas continued, “We don't care about you because you're useful or because you fit into some grand design. We care about you because you're you.”

The Nephilim began to cry, “God, The Empty, Billie... Everyone's so mad at us, and I don't have my powers. There's nothing I can do to protect us.”

“Honey,” She hugged him close, “We all feel like that sometimes. Like we can’t or haven’t done enough. But we’re family, and family protect each other.”

Jack let out a shaky sigh, holding onto (Y/N)’s hand, “I'm scared.”

“I know. Me, too.” Castiel put a consoling hand on Jack’s shoulder. Soon after, the silence was broke by Dean and Sam hurriedly coming out of the building.

“We need to go.”

“What’s going on?” Cas stood up from the hood of the Impala.

“Billie’s getting rid of everyone from the other universes.” Sam said, his eyes landing on (Y/N), “And that means you too.”

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 years ago

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The whole multiverse idea really went nowhere in the end. Maybe they should've just taken an example from previous writers and pull the usual ~angelic/magic shenanigans~ explanation instead of the portals and all that bullshit if they wanted AUs that much.

There were interesting theories after the s12 finale, such as that maybe Cas had gotten it wrong, and the nephilim’s power had somewhat created a sort of world of the dead, not really a parallel universe but something kind of different. That Jack’s power had not actually just caused a tear in reality, but had created this whole thing. So “apocalypse world” (terrible name, really, especially without an article like they called it in the show) wasn’t actually a parallel universe that existed before that time, but the nephilim’s power made it. Or something like that. That would have been cool.

The idea of God as a writer having multiple “drafts” and versions of the story was actually pretty cool, but it did go not really anywhere. Michael’s possession arc had its moments but the concept itself was kind of anticlimatic and the Lucifer/MichaelDean fight ruined the experience for everyone. The fact that Jack caused the rift didn’t really have a followup, he was involved in the arc in the sense that he was in the other world for a while but there was no real deep connection between Jack and the other universes, so the tear in reality caused by his imminent birth was just a coincidental plot device.

Chuck “destroying worlds” was thrown out there as a warning that he would get in our world soon but only in the Kaia episode we ever conveyed a sense that these world had people and/or creatures in them that were dying. The scene in the Radio Shack in the earth with two moons is treated as comedic. The “HunterCorp” Winchesters thing is treated as comedic, no real weight to the fact that those guys’ entire world had been destroyed and everyone they knew had died. But there is a huge element of fridge horror there.

(Or did Jack bring back all the worlds? But we’re never told. We’re only shown him bringing back the people in ours.)

And then there are inconsistencies. The very fact that this world is more special than others doesn’t really hold up. It’s supposed to be more important because it’s Chuck’s favorite, but why? It seems to be because the Winchesters made it more entertaining, but it was the world where he’d put the lock to Amara’s imprisonment. Hadn’t Amara destroyed his previous worlds he’s made before he imprisoned her? So previous worlds-worlds had been destroyed and the alternate universes we saw were just drafts for the new one, or what? Also: if there are alternate versions of angels, it means there are multiple heavens. Did Chuck destroy the heavens too? Where do souls go when a universe’s afterlife gets destroyed? They stop existing? Where do the angels from those universes go? In the Empty full of multiple versions of the same angels and demons? The humans that moved into this world, which heaven do they go to? Ours? There will be two Bobbies and two Charlies etc when they die? Since they’re different people, I suppose that’s how it works, but there’s something about this that feels wrong.

Also why that one world where Mary hadn’t made the deal? Why was that one connected to ours by the first portal? What was so special about it? Why does that one get an entire arc? And why narratively? I mean, sure, it was about easing Mary’s guilt for the deal, but that felt to me like missing the point.

Everyone was like... triumphant about Chuck’s line that all the others iterations of Castiel fell back in line (even others who had saved Dean from hell and consequently had had contact with Dean) but only this one rebelled “successfully”, but it just seemed really sad to me?

So yeah, I just feel that the show bit more than it could chew with the multiple universes. It wasn’t necessarily a bad idea but the execution had issues.

#spn #anon

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Her answer is met with a little grunt. Eager fangs decimate the snack provided with harsh crunches. A shame these bags are so small. He tries to keep the little package steady with his paws. Unfortunately, the shifting and crinkling of the bag tattle on his plan failing.

Lifting his head, the bag follows. It's stuck loosely on his snout, and even with a quick jostle of his head, it doesn't slip loose. Airin waddles closer to her. He blinks expectingly before replying with a muffled, " Yeah! "

Her own bag is opened and the octoling moves to settle herself down on the nearby bench as she pops one of the chips into her mouth. She quietly munches away as she watches the other dig into his bag. Shiver couldn't help but chuckle in response.

"Sour cream and onion chips. Didn't want to get something too salty."

One leg crosses over the other as she watches and nibbles away. The fact that he can talk wasn't something Shiver considered but then again there was Judd and Lil Judd so...

"Enjoying your bag so far?"

#Airin Response.#cutdeepshiver #chuck him anywhere :: multiverse

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 4 years ago

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I love how on your blog you basically ship everyone with everyone, lol. Also, wanted to know your opinion on Vanessa + Nate. I loved them together.

Haha, that’s the point of fandom, isn’t it? We get only one canon; there’s only one canon endgame - unless you have a multiverse or whatever those are called! But in most cases, canon has its limits. Fandom to me is the space where you can just go “what if this happened instead?” and you can literally go anywhere with it. It’s such fun?

I loved Vanessa and Nate together too!! 100% my favourite canon Nate ship and my favourite canon Vanessa ship. They both had a lot they could learn from each other - I feel like getting to know Nate showed Vanessa that there’s more to people than immediately apparent, in similar ways that getting to know Blair showed Dan that? And I think Vanessa’s entire attitude of nonchalance and badassery was exactly what Nate needed.

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Vanessa was one of the only people on the show who saw Nate just as Nate, and not as Nate Archibald. Her and Dan, I would say, are the only people who really saw him like that. Jenny wasn’t above using him for social status and for her own gain when she needed to. Even the NJBC - their entire dynamic is built on “oh we’re all rich and lonely.” Nate was a part of that club because he was a traumatized rich kid, because he was Nate Archibald. But to Vanessa (and to Dan but we’re talking about Vanessa) he was just Nate.

They both believed in each other and supported each other!! Nate convinced V to take her SATs just so that she’d have an option!! he was all like “you don’t even need to go to a college if you don’t want to but at least you have the option, you’re really smart and you shouldn’t count yourself out of the game” and I feel like... nobody really did that for Vanessa? It was such a sweet moment. And when things are happing in S2 with Nate’s grandfather pulling him into that cultish WASPy Van der Bilt web, Vanessa was like, the only person who believed that Nate could get out, that Nate could be whoever he wanted, that Nate didn’t have to be a politican, or whatever.

I was incredibly pissed off with how they broke up - it made no sense, and it was actually an actively racist thing for Nate to have done -> he was so full of white guilt + guilt over his privilege, and he just. did not handle it well. said more about this here.

I loved, loved, loved Nate and Vanessa together. I loved how they both brought out the best parts of each other, how both of them could just have fun together. I loved how they were willing to meet each other halfway, and to admit when they had been wrong or whatever. (case in point: this bit in the age of dissonance where they resolve that issue they had in a healthy way. ) I loved how 50/50 their relationship was, how there was something in it for both of them. Nate has this emotional maturity and perceptiveness to him, and I think that helped V a lot. And Vanessa’s whole thing of “we can set this whole world on fire and you can be whoever you fucking want, it’s YOUR life nate” --> the way Vanessa believed in him.... nobody else believed in him like that. Not Blair, not Serena, not Chuck... everyone around Nate underestimates him all the time and thinks of him as unintelligent, and I’m like, sure, he’s a himbo, but he isn’t as dumb as everyone thinks he is. The NJBC, his best friends since childhood, are always making fun of how stupid he is - Chuck and Blair more than Serena, but I feel like Serena never really took him seriously either. Which? I find it interesting that Dan and Vanessa, once they get to know Nate, don’t make fun of him like that.

Anyway. I have a tag for Nate/Vanessa on my blog, I used the shipname Vanessate because I felt like it sounds better, though I didn’t realise everyone calls them Natessa. biggest RIP. I also wrote this fic about them and hope to write more of them, because god, they are a DELIGHT.

I can probably dig up fic recs for them that other people have written too, but I’ll do that later! I’m just so tired rn dslkfhklghsd.

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unwiltingblossom · 4 years ago

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15x19 is just....just hilariously bad. It’s a hot mess of garbage and lost potential.

Let’s just say there’s one and only one way to salvage this story, and it’s that the entire story is just another Swan Song, and this haphazard ending was written by Chuck to give the boys a sense of closure and freedom that’s impossible for them to ever have from the moment they realized who Chuck was.

It’s literally that bad. it can only be excused by Chuck being a lazy hack in-universe to pander to Dean and Sam. Rushing the end of Castiel’s arc in like two minutes, with zero emotional payoff unless you’re deeply, deeply invested in Destiel and desperate for any crumb of it. Luci reappearing for five minutes and acting totally out of character before dying basically instantly right in front of Jack to conveniently charge him up, then Chuck killing Michael for literally no reason whatsoever (Michael did exactly what he wrote him to do) right in front of Jack, Chuck deciding just not to kill Jack because...........................................because, and also deciding to beat, but not kill, the Winchesters, and the most anticlimactic defeat of Chuck possible.

What was the point of him combining with Amara? Nothing, there’s no payoff, it’s just a way to write her out. For no reason in particular she vibes with Jack even though Jack betrayed and tried to murder her while Chuck did nothing against her. She has an entire arc about being an inseparable pair with Chuck, brother and sister from the dawn of time that no one else can understand, a bond that even the imprisonment couldn’t break, and then she’s like ‘ah yes, the ally of the person who betrayed and tried to kill me - who tried to do the same - the son of the angel who betrayed me and tried to seal me away, I like this guy and will go be with him and “harmonize” instead of staying with the brother that I love, or protecting him from this.’

What has changed between pre-season 11 (or really pre-season 14) and now? Has their god figure changed tactics at all? Literally no. Not even a little. Every part of Jack’s limp wristed speech just added up to ‘absentee dad who doesn’t come and help people because he doesn’t want to be a helicopter dad’. The current writers just balled up their fists and shook them at the sky angry about a Chuck who literally just didn’t exist, and hurled insults at him for doing things that their new replacement is also planning on doing.

Dean and Sam aren’t even off the hamster wheel, they’re just now on Jack’s! Which is better, because they’re on the good side of their world’s god--wait, they were that already before season 15, oops. Chuck was literally personally indebted to them! Amara was in love with Dean! Nothing has changed!

But even if that’s the ending they wanted for some demented reason, the execution is awful, possibly the worst! Not only did Chuck and Amara’s abilities and personality become inconsistent with previous seasons, they became inconsistent with a few episodes before.

In the end what was Chuck’s personality?

Whatever you were about to think was wrong unless your answer was “Nothing, he didn’t have a personality, he reacted only as the plot required him to at the time with no rhyme, reason, or internal consistency.”

One moment Chuck is railing at the Winchesters for ‘not obeying’, the next he’s punishing someone for obeying him or saying that the only thing that interests him is how the Winchesters surprise him. One moment he refuses the white flag for literally no reason, the next one he’s demanding they give up. One moment he needs Amara to Great Reset and has completely lost interest in the Winchesters, the next he’s given up on the hard reset and only cares about the Winchesters again. One moment he revives his most rebellious son because he knows that son is obsessively devoted to him, the next he’s killing his most loyal son for reluctantly rebelling (exactly according to a previous plan). One moment he says ‘now Jack dies’ the next he goes out of his way to just not kill Jack for no reason. Does he want a fitting death for the Winchesters or not? He sure doesn’t know the answer to that!

Chuck was not a person, not even an entity. He was a formless, personality-devoid plot object pushed around the map to give the Winchesters something to react to and try to ‘defeat’. Billy was far more the arc villain - even Empty - than Chuck, and her ending was utterly anticlimactic and unsatisfying.

He acted exactly as necessary to get the very specific ending they picked, and nothing more. Every time up until the final conflict whenever he saw Jack he’d immediately kill Jack unless Jack was literally just dying in front of him. Every time he was irritated with someone and wanted them gone through the season, he would wave his hand and they’d vanish to ‘somewhere else’, implied to be very far away. Suddenly this one time, he instead sent Jack a very short distance away, so as to ensure he’d be close enough to absorb Michael’s power when Chuck SMITED him, not killed him in some normal way.

Shall we look at the very specific chain of insane events that had to happen to make this result?

- Chuck erases all of living existence except Michael, the Winchesters, Castiel, and Jack - the last of which he has zero interest in and very much wants dead.

- Chuck, instead of going to the bunker himself because he knows full well there’s literally nothing, nothing, that can kill him with Amara’s power (and also instead of just instantly resetting like he wanted to do with Amara), revives Satan and sends him to the bunker to make a new Death so that she can read Death’s book.

- The combined cleverness of him and the longest lived villain in the series due to his tenacity and cleverness don’t decide to peacefully take the new Death away for ‘security’ and kill her where the Winchesters (and Michael) can’t see, and instead instantly murder her in front of everyone before she can say how the end happens

- Chuck, despite making a point TWO EPISODES AGO about how he’s literally omniscient, and so though he can’t read the book that doesn’t mean it can actually be used against him, suddenly forgets that only Death can read the book. All of the time in the universe and he’s never learned this???? Even the Winchesters knew!

- Chuck evidently infused him with the power to insta-kill Death....somehow, but this power is not on display at any other point, especially not the crucial next moment:

- The most tenacious and sneaky villain on the show then slowly makes his way around the bunker with a fellow archangel who wants to kill him present, then lingers and offers to let a son he hates (and Chuck dislikes) that he believes is currently powerless to come with him. He then is unprepared for the very same trick that Gabriel tried to use on him 10 season before and failed back then with the phrase ‘I taught you all the tricks you know’, and gets immediately ganked by Michael with no fight at all

- Chuck LITERALLY WAS THE ONE TO GIVE THE WINCHESTERS THAT ARCHANGEL BLADE AND WROTE IT SO THAT THEY WERE THE ONES WHO KILLED HIM WITH IT THE LAST TIME. HE COULD NOT HAVE NOT KNOWN THEY HAD IT!!!!

- Dean and Sam then discuss their plan to trick the omniscient Chuck between each other and Jack. Chuck somehow doesn’t know this, even though it was established in the past that the warding doesn’t actually work against Chuck and Amara and he has literally nowhere else to be looking in the multiverse except at them

- Jack absorbs the power of an archangel, making him the third most powerful being in the universe currently, as all other archangels other than Michael are dead and Death is dead, and there is NO OTHER POWER ANYWHERE WHATSOEVER to hide him in, yet is undetected by Michael or Chuckmara

- Chuck appears when they attempt to do some BS to kill him, even though he would know full well that just wouldn’t work, and decides in that one specific moment, even though he doesn’t care one whit about Jack, not to go ahead and just delete Jack since he’s gonna do that in a minute anyway, he also doesn’t send Jack ‘away’ like he has with literally everyone else, nor does he control Jack and turn Jack on the boys. Nope. Just slap him vaguely to the side

- Rather than deal with Michael after the Winchesters, Chuck decides he hates his most loving and loyal son who has never once done anything wrong against him, and sought to do his will even when he was gone, even when Michael was stuck in the cage unjustly. He goes ahead and murders Michael for something he wrote as a trap for the Winchesters and doesn’t even wait to deal with Jack and the Winchesters first to do it

- CHUCK. SHURLEY. UNDERESTIMATED THE WINCHESTERS. THE ONE WHO WROTE THEM TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE. THE ONE WHO WROTE “AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN’T UNDERESTIMATE THE WINCHESTERS?!” FOR CROWLEY TO SAY.

- Chuck didn’t notice Jack absorbing the power of Michael LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, making Jack nearly Chuck’s power by absorbing the two most powerful archangels and literally leaving him THE ONLY FLAME OF POWER IN ALL OF EXISTENCE BESIDES CHUCK. STANDING RIGHT. NEXT. TO. HIM.

- Seriously, the energy of Michael didn’t dissipate, it sucked right into Jack, still in his peripheral vision. Chuck the omniscient!

- Chuck then decides, unlike every other time he faced the Winchesters or anything he wanted dead, no he won’t smite or erase the Winchesters or make them face some poetic fate, he’ll punch them down. But not once and obliterate them, oh no. Over and over so he can “leak god power” that he then doesn’t notice is being drained into Jack

- He literally does not notice a being as powerful or more powerful than him standing behind him. OMNISCIENT CHUCK.

- Rather than take the power back, flee, or do anything with his power or eons of experience (like transfer his consciousness to Jack along with the power), he stands there and immediately is drained

THIS is the path that had to happen, with no deviations, for the Winchesters not to just die.

And on top of that garbage plotline of perfect coincidences we’re expected to believe wasn’t written to happen in-universe, the execution is the saddest and most pathetic wet fart of a finale ever.

There’s been 15 seasons, and conveniently we can compare three different ‘true’ endings in the process. Let’s do that, shall we?

Ending 1 - Swan Song. Build up: 5 seasons

The other endings didn’t get the benefit of five seasons of build up, so we won’t factor in the first 2 or 3 seasons just to be fair, and only count the beginning of the apocalypse arc.

Primary villain: Satan, with the backdrop of demons and the corrupted faction of angels. Their personalities are well defined and compelling. Their behavior makes sense and are consistent, and draw you in to be invested in what happens, especially the eventual heelface turn of Castiel.

Stakes: Humanity, but far more importantly, the supporting cast whom you grew to know and love over the years, even including Castiel.

Over the apocalypse arc, we see the boys struggle against impossible odds and what appears to be fate, raging against the dying of the light because they cannot accept that the future can really hold the end of everything. They despair, they grow, Dean - a staunch atheist - prays to god for the first time ever. Slowly but surely they lose ground, with every attempted victory only resulting in more failure. Ellen and Jo who survived an early season fake out and became beloved characters end up fighting and dying in a long, drawn out sacrifice scene that matters, leaving the people behind shattered. Bobby is crippled. Sam and Dean both give up and almost give in.

In the end, the final confrontation still happens, Castiel finally makes a stand for the sake of humanity and free will and he dies for it. Only the love that Dean and Sam have for each other, the lifetime as brothers and their fierce bond of family, finally saves the day. And it only happens at the cost of sacrificing Sam and Adam’s lives, forcing Dean to live for them.

The final battle takes all episode, it’s dramatic and it’s emotional both good and bad.

Ending 2 - Alpha and Omega. Build up: 3 seasons

The arc with Amara once again was a long build up of the Winchesters constantly trying to make things better and only making things worse, but where Sam was the vessel and thus had the personal connection to the villain in the first arc, Dean was the vessel exploring the darkness and thus had the personal connection to Amara in this arc.

Primary villain - Amara, the bitter and angry sister of Chuck who doesn’t understand human morality but has a personal connection to Dean.

Stakes: Existence itself, but also far more importantly, the supporting cast built up from the last checkpoint.

The crushing hopelessness of fighting a being with ultimate power filled the arc, and Dean’s attempt to reason with Amara failed not because she was insane, but because her understanding of existence was simply different and incompatible. Donatello their prophet has his soul devoured by Amara and Metatron is killed in a diversion, but overall there’s not as much sacrifice because it wouldn’t have done any good anyway. However, it has its Ellen and Jo moment in the form of the hopelessness of the Croatoan episode. The city converted, the Winchesters helpless, Sam infected and slowly turning, while Chuck has given up and plans to die with the world.

And honestly, that moment when Chuck begins to sing, when the amulet after so many years finally begins to glow and the clouds part, everything isn’t fixed yet but somehow it’s all alright because “Dad is finally here” is such a beautiful moment.

Many before have commented on it, but Chuck’s song and the moment he heals everyone is iconic and beautiful, as is the moment when the play sings ‘Wayward Son’ while Chuck watches in the bleachers with a smile. Things also get desperate, as Chuck nearly dies even after they get everything together as allies - even including the last arc villain - they put together something that will only maybe work so that at the very least, existence can continue.

Once again, the boys and everyone get together to fight the inevitable and impossible simply because they believe humanity deserves to continue to exist, and it’s the love of family - this time between Chuck and Amara, who truly, no matter the eons of rivalry and resentment and bitterness, don’t want to see each other hurt - that puts aside the end. The inevitable fade is prevented because of love and family (and isn’t that the point?) and even Chuck as a father redeems himself, taking the anger from Dean, Sam, and his own son and finally makes peace with them as well.

In the same way Chuck brought back Castiel stronger as a gift, Amara brings back Mary younger as a gift, and just as in season 5, they leave with the promise that Dean and Sam can handle things from here. Chuck even says "The Earth will be fine without me. It’s got you and Sam.” before he leaves.

The final episode isn’t a battle, but the solution takes all episode, and the ending is somewhat bittersweet, though more positive emotional than negative.

‘Ending’ 3 - Inherit the Earth. Build up: one season

They didn’t have much choice about this, because Jensen sprang ‘I quit’ on them, and they evidently didn’t want Jack to be the final villain, so the arc they were in the middle of had to be terminated (and the Michael arc ended at an awkward place so they couldn’t have just ended it at the end of s14 instead)

Still, the season of buildup....just isn’t. Most episodes have nothing to do with the inevitable impending doom, and rather than hopelessness, the Winchesters mostly live in a delusion that despite utterly failing to defeat Amara, somehow they can beat Chuck with less power. This conflict is fueled by sheer rage on both sides, as Dean has up and decided he hates that someone is controlling his life and thinks he gets a say, and is willing to endanger the entire world for his grudge against Chuck - even though this was something resolved back in s11 (the resolution with Satan was also completely undone by these writers instantly but that’s another matter)

Primary villain: Chuck, with an aside of Billie and The Empty - unfortunately this Chuck has no connection to the previous Chuck (or even himself episode to episode), Billie has always been extremely bland and doesn’t really accomplish anything through the season, and the Empty is totally unexplored and wholly exists to say “BE QUIET” and provide fanservice because it’s using Meg’s actress to do so. It has no personality beyond wanting to be left alone and getting vindictive if it’s not. It also can’t impact anything because it’s barred from Earth and nothing significant in the plot happens elsewhere this season.

Stakes: Humanity, and also some side characters you don’t really know or care about

Let’s talk about those, because it’s the biggest failing in the execution of this whole plot and why the ending has no oomph and doesn’t matter even if Chuck had a coherent personality and the ending had made sense.

Bobby is not Our Bobby, and despite bringing him back, the writers utterly failed to explore him or bring him into things, even in this final arc. There’s been no chance to bond with this Bobby. Even his ‘romance’ with Mary was offscreen and he had little more than grunting to say about her death. We’ve also had our chains thoroughly jerked around by Bobby since season 6. Emotionally we’re dead to Bobby, and the writers seem to have assumed this by token returning him and then shipping him on a bus immediately (or maybe the writers suck, because they do this to Mary most of the time too and there’s no reason for people to be bored of her)

Charlie is not Our Charlie, and we’ve already seen her die (pointlessly). Once again, the writers utterly failed to explore her, even more than Bobby, and no one can point out anything that makes her any different from the original except that she has no connection to the boys. She’s also been shipped off and removed multiple times, so viewers are well acquainted with her being gone. She does nothing in the final plot to make people remember her or be invested.

Does Garth even die on screen??? Have we even seen him since the antiMichael arc? Oh right, he’s in the joke episode where he gives Dean fillings. You know who doesn’t even die on screen? Jody. She also has no role in the season. She doesn’t even appear in reality, only alternate versions of reality! Instead, Donna appears! Just long enough so she can die on screen painlessly in a plot twist about Billie. Presumably Donatello dies, but, y’know, it’s offscreen.

More importantly, none of these people who die are involved in actually helping to fight Chuck. They help the Winchesters a little in their cameos, but they’re not involved in a desperate fight for survival, putting it all on the line even though they know it’s hopeless, because humanity deserves to exist and no matter how impossible, they have to fight.

Three people of importance die or ‘die’.

Amara, who as mentioned is just written out of the show for no conceivable reason

Rowena, is the only person with an impactful sacrifice done to fight Chuck, no matter how hopeless it is. Unfortunately, it’s somewhat rushed, and Sam is over it pretty quick....because Rowena becomes Queen of Hell, completely undermining her death and really just giving the Winchesters an upgrade, because she’s even more reliable than Crowley in there (they proceed to never call on her)

And then there’s Castiel.

His death is rushed and hot garbage, as mentioned. He’s not dying to fight Chuck, or for something he believes in. It’s not a long and emotional or heartbreaking scene. It’s a useless and stupid one that only happens because Dean is an idiot, with the fakest suspense of Billie just open palm smacking on a door for a stupidly extended amount of time, just so they could fulfill an ‘oopsie’ plot hook they’d planned for far in the future with the Empty.

And the worst part? After undermining Castiel being one of the brothers and everything he’s ever done with ‘it’s not that I loved humanity and did what I believed was right, even in the face of adversity and those around me telling me it was wrong, it’s that I loved you and confessing this even though it’s 100% unrequited and we’re surrounded by doom and I know things are hopeless I’m completely happy, at peace, and have forgotten Empty’s promise (oops, forgot about that qualification, didn’t you?)’

After all that, Dean, Sam, and Jack aren’t even really broken up about it. Dean is sad for like five seconds and then they move on back to angry at chuck mode. Jack lost his actual dad, Sam and Dean lost their brother - forever this time - and they’re like ‘eh, we moved on from losing mom again and losing dad again, this is nothing’.

There’s no impact to this sacrifice whatsoever. Especially because in the very next episode we see that if you have Chuck’s power you can just yoink out someone from the Empty, and that very episode they already said that the Empty can’t go where Chuck doesn’t want him. That is to say: Jack can just rescue him now and there’s nothing the Empty can do about it.

And as for the conclusion?

What saves the day? Is it love? Does Amara��s appeal to Chuck as his sister work? Do the Winchesters swallow their pride and go to Chuck to plead with him to see reason and remember his love for his creation? Does the love Michael have for his father reach him? Do the love Dean, Sam, or Jack have for each other matter, overcoming the impossible to choose love, freedom, and family like always?

Nope.

They win because Chuck is angry and hateful and full of hubris, so he makes a billion mistakes in a row, allowing himself to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. And is there a lesson about love in the end, something about freedom or family or forgiveness?

Nope.

They leave Chuck groveling as a human (like that’s different from how he’s been for eons, happily so), Jack fixed everything (except Castiel and all the angels and heaven and all the monsters and serial killers and cannibals) and then gives a speech about how he is everything and is in everything but not Dean and Sam’s car because the only way to be good at his job is to go do the thing Chuck was doing and Dean raged at him about.

And it happens in a few seconds.

Completely anticlimactic. There’s no climax. There’s no build up. There’s no satisfaction or emotional payoff. There’s no closure that makes you say ‘yes, this could be the end and I would be completely satisfied’ except that they didn’t include the last second sequel hooks that were in s5 and 11 because they knew there’d be more seasons.

Also looping back to the logistical side of things again

There is no ‘godforce’, there’s no ‘grace but it’s divine’

Chuck and Amara are power

You can’t just ‘drain’ them of it, you can’t steal their power and leave a husk, because there’s no husk. They’re not inhabiting someone like angels or demons do. They are that power. Why do they have that power? Because they do, Because they are, they have that power in their world.

If you could somehow ‘steal’ the power you’d be stealing the ‘essence’. Just like with Amara moving to Jack, Chuck would move to Jack, and suddenly it wouldn’t be Jack anymore, because a human mind and soul can’t overcome him (see: he writes them)

Also, consider the sheer staggering amount of NERF!!!!!!!

Chuck + Amara, that’s Chuck doubled in power

is now canonically the power of “One human soul + two powerful archangels + a few punches worth of power”. That means by their reckoning, Chuck alone is only a punch or two stronger than Michael.

think about that compared to what Death said to Castiel with all of purgatory in him.

And this

This is why I say

The only way to correct this episode is to reveal in the end of this next wrap up episode that it was all written by Chuck, for Dean and Sam. The only fix to this is to make it so the bad writing is just typical Chuck being a ham-fisted writer who is ultimately just doing what’s best for humanity and especially his two favorites: giving them closure, someone to let out their rage and hatred on, and true ‘free will’, by once again removing himself from the equation and letting them live their lives without him.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural 15x19 #spn 15x19 #chuck shurley #ooc #it's spoilered but trust me #it's very in depth #the plot holes are wide enough to drive every stunt impala through at once #spoilers #rant #long post #meta

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lastbluetardis · 5 years ago

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Day by Day

Summary: “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” The Doctor and Rose take that first step together as they begin to clear the air and reconnect after being left alone in a parallel universe together.

Tentoo x Rose, ~6400 words, Mature

What is this? I wrote something that’s not an AU??? Indeed I did. I was inspired to write Tentoo/Rose after rewatching Journey’s End this weekend, and after finding half of this fic on my laptop’s hard drive. I wrote the first half of this sometime in 2015 and finally finished it this morning. Enjoy!

AO3

They’d been in Pete’s World for a grand total of six hours. Six frustrating, emotionally-draining, confusing hours. Using the newly-obsolete dimension jumpers and some jiggery-pokery of the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver—which had not been stolen, thank you very much—they’d managed to teleport themselves directly to the London-based Torchwood offices, where they were greeted enthusiastically by the Torchwood team. Congratulations, handshakes, and hugs were given plentifully and freely; even the Doctor was corralled into the merriment and celebration.

As soon as was polite, though, Rose had grabbed his hand before tugging him and her mother out of the building. Jackie departed their company straight away, not giving either the Doctor or Rose the option of staying with her and Pete. (Jackie knew her daughter would hide from the situation, and was doing her damnedest to make Rose talk to this new Doctor.) Though Jackie did tell Rose quite firmly that she was expected ‘round for dinner one night soon—her little brother would be overjoyed to see her again.

That was how Rose suddenly found herself with a new flatmate and a belly full of butterflies.

The taxi had pulled up to Rose’s home—a small cottage away from the bustle of London that she was renting—and she had guided the Doctor inside.

But rather than sit down and have a much-needed chat about everything that had gone on, they’d cleaned up a little and went straight to bed. In separate beds. In separate rooms.

Sleep didn’t come as easily as Rose would have wished. She should have been able to fall asleep immediately. She’d been awake for over twenty-four hours; she should have been sleeping like the dead. Instead, Rose found herself tossing and turning with nothing but her racing thoughts for company.

So much had happened. She had found the Doctor and lost him again all in the span of a few hours. Only, she hadn’t lost him. He was right down the hall, hopefully having more luck than she was with sleep.

The Doctor was in her flat. The Doctor—her best friend and lost love—was in her flat in the next room over. And here she was, cooped up alone.

Letting out a groan of frustration and exhaustion, Rose flopped onto her back. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and sighed.

When she’d undertaken the Dimension Cannon project, this was not how she had seen things turning out. At all. She had imagined a bit of everything. Her bleakest thoughts were that the Cannon would never work, and she was doomed to die in this universe as every single star eventually winked out. Then there were even bleaker thoughts that she would make it back to the Doctor, only to find he had regenerated into a new body, into a new person who didn’t want her anymore. But at least in that scenario, she imagined they’d saved the universe—the multiverse—and her family would be safe.

However, there were moments she had allowed herself to hope. She allowed herself to imagine that she found him exactly as she left him: tall, thin, tight suit, really great hair and all. She allowed herself to immerse herself in the burning desire and love that she knew would sear through her veins as soon as she’d lay eyes on him for the first time. She imagined being swept into a rib-crushing hug that turned into a heated, bruising snog that turned into some really fantastic sex…

But not in any of her imaginings did she predict this: two Doctors, one of the Doctors coming to live with her while the other left her behind, no TARDIS (yet), no (foreseeable) travelling. And she was still stuck in this godforsaken universe.

At least the company was better this time around, she mused as her thoughts began to turn to the man the next room over. The Doctor was just next door. A white wall still separated them, but between those walls were simple drywall, insulation, and air molecules; there was no impenetrable Void keeping them apart anymore. Just her own stubborn pigheadedness.

Rose’s chest tightened as she remembered the look in his eyes when she’d left him alone in her flat several hours earlier. After a short, cursory tour of his new living environment, she’d made a quick escape, claiming to need a shower and sleep. He’d looked so lost, hurt, and panicked at the thought of being on his own, yet he had forced a smile and agreed wholeheartedly with her. He hadn’t protested, hadn’t asked to stay with her. He’d given her space and time, and she had selfishly taken it.

But why? Why was she hiding from him? She had been looking for him for years, yet the first thing she did was run away.

Cursing softly, Rose flung off the blankets and stepped out of her bedroom into the hallway. The door to the guest room was wide open, and upon peeking in, she saw it was empty. The bed was neatly made up; he obviously hadn’t been in here yet.

Unease flitted through Rose. Surely he was exhausted as she was? He was human now, and would need more rest than he had before. They’d gone through quite a traumatic ordeal, after all. Him especially. He’d gone and split himself in two, for God’s sake. If it was anything like a regeneration, he surely needed to sleep off any lingering stress, lest he make himself ill. Her guts twisted at the thought of him slipping into a coma as he had done that Christmas day after he’d regenerated.

Rose moved down the hall and into the living room. Perhaps he was entertaining himself with the telly? Or the scant collection of books she’d acquired over the nearly four years of existing in this universe. After all, Dickens hadn’t died until 1873 in this world—rather than 1870—and had managed to coax out one last novel before passing. She’d tried reading it herself, but found the material a bit dry and language too foreign for her to thoroughly enjoy by herself.

Before, reading together in the library, snuggled against the Doctor with hot tea and nibbles, had been Rose’s favorite pastime on the TARDIS. He had thoroughly enjoyed narrating books to her, and she had likewise enjoyed listening to him. He’d brought the stories alive in ways she could never have imagined. Quite literally sometimes, seeing as he would often surprise her with trips to go and visit long-dead authors.

Since being trapped in Pete’s World, reading by herself had only left her feeling hollow and alone.

Anyway. Rose was sure the Doctor would have snatched that particular book right up. She was eager to visit a bookstore or library with him now; she was dying to know if any of their old favorite authors had produced anything new or different in this universe. Perhaps they could resume their habit of reading together every night before bed. She would like that very much, and hoped he would as well.

With every step down the hall, her excitement grew. A smile was already tugging up the corners of her mouth in preparation of seeing him, but it slipped when she found her living room as empty as the guest bedroom.

Where is he?

She noticed with some satisfaction that the unique-to-this-universe Dickens novel was resting on the coffee table, a bookmark tucked into the pages about a quarter of the way through. But the satisfaction disappeared, only to be replaced with dread.

Where was he? Surely he wouldn’t have left without telling her? A peek into the kitchen told her he wasn’t there either. Nor was he in the loo.

“Doctor?” she called out, her voice trembling.

No answer. But before she could work herself into a panic, she glimpsed his red Chucks strewn haphazardly by the front door. She breathed out a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t have gone anywhere without shoes.

She scrubbed her hands over her eyes, feeling utterly exhausted suddenly. She wondered if she should just go back to bed, but she quickly decided against it. They really, really ought to have a chat about their circumstances and expectations of each other. Yes, she wanted him here with her, but only if he wanted it too. Yes, she was happy to be with him again even though part of her heart was breaking at being abandoned by the other Doctor.

The middle of the night probably wasn’t ideal for that conversation, but at least it might help clear the air a bit. If they were both awake at this ungodly hour, there was no reason not to have this conversation. And at the very least, she really ought to apologize for running away from him like she’d done.

But a conversation required two people, and for all intents and purposes, her flat was empty. Where on Earth could the Doctor have gone?

He hadn’t been taken, had he? By some alien species that recognized him as alien? Was he even still alien? He said his body was human, but he still had a Time Lord’s consciousness. A Time Lord’s memories. Would that show up as alien?

Before she could call Torchwood to track him down, Rose noticed the door to her back garden was unlocked. She strode to the door and nudged aside the curtains. Bingo. A dark, familiar, lanky form was sprawled on one of her lounge chairs. He looked so small, sitting out there by himself underneath the stars he used to travel.

Her heart twinged. How hard must this be for him?

Sighing, Rose turned away from the door. As much as she ached to go and join him, she needed a minute. She needed to organize her thoughts and emotions, lest she simultaneously hug him and rage at him. No, she needed to get her anger and hurt in check first. There would be time to work through that later, but for now, she allowed herself to be filled up with the joy of being with the Doctor again.

To busy her hands, Rose filled the kettle and set about making tea. She pulled down two bags of chamomile tea and worked on making it to each of their likings. At least, she made it according to how he used to like his tea. She wasn’t sure if his tastes had changed, either from time or from becoming human.

With the tea finished, Rose rummaged around her bare cabinets for a box of her favorite biscuits. Tucking the box beneath her arm, she carefully picked up both mugs and headed outside. She struggled with the door for a few seconds until she was able to push down on the handle with her elbow.

The summer night was cool and there was a gentle breeze that nipped at her nose and cheeks. She wished she’d thought to put on a dressing gown; she was soon shivering in her pajama shorts and t-shirt. She wondered if the Doctor was cold. She didn’t know how long he’d been sitting out here, and he was dressed similarly to her: in boxer-briefs and a shirt. She winced when she realized it was the same shirt he’d been wearing beneath his suit. They really needed to get clothes for him.

She took a selfish minute to observe him, to drink in every inch of him before she approached. He must have heard her, because he turned his head. A small smile tugged up a corner of his mouth as she set the mugs and biscuits on the table beside him.

“Hello,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

“Hello.”

“I, er, made tea,” she said awkwardly, wringing her fingers in front of herself. “May I join you?”

“I would like that,” he said. He hovered his fingers over the two mugs and looked up at her questioningly. She pointed to his tea and watched as he took a long gulp, not seeming to care if the hot liquid scalded his throat. He smacked his lips appreciatively. “You remembered how I take it.”

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “I was worried that you might not take it the same way.” She picked up her own mug and took a more cautious sip than he had. “But you’re still you, right?”

“Oh! Yes! Of course!” He cleared his throat, then lowered his voice to something a little more appropriate for the quiet night air. “I meant… it’s been a while, is all. Didn’t know if you’d remember something as silly as how I take my tea.”

“I remember everything about you,” Rose murmured, hiding behind a sip of tea.

His face softened.

They slipped into an awkward silence, with each of them nursing their own cups of tea. Rose was painfully aware that she was just standing there like a nutter.

“D’you…”

“Can I…”

They chuckled nervously, and Rose wanted to rip out her hair. Why was everything so stiff and awkward between them? Why did this feel like meeting up with her ex, rather than her lover whom she’d been parted from for four years?

“You first,” the Doctor prompted. He glanced sidelong at the box of biscuits.

Rose grabbed the box and opened it one-handed before nudging it towards him. He beamed at her and didn’t waste any time with grabbing a biscuit and stuffing it whole into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out comically.

Her heart squeezed with love for him, and tears inexplicably burned her eyes. Apart from the layer of tension between the two of them and their current location, it could have been any other night aboard the TARDIS with them sharing late night tea and biscuits before bed.

But there was a layer of tension between them. And they weren’t in the TARDIS.

“‘Oo were sch’aying?” he mumbled as he chewed his biscuit.

The confidence Rose had built up suddenly left her. “S’nothing. Wanted to know if you wanted company. But you looked deep in thought. Don’t want to interrupt. Just thought you might like some tea, though. It gets a bit cold out here.”

Rose realized she was rambling and scrambled to make an escape. “I’ll let you get back to… whatever it was you were doing.”

With her face burning from embarrassment and annoyance at her own cowardice, Rose was about to turn around when cold fingers wrapped around her forearm, halting her exit. She took a deep breath, willing her face to cool down, before turning towards him.

The Doctor was wearing a similar expression to the one he had when she left him alone in her flat earlier that evening. His eyebrows were knitted together, his mouth was drawn up tight into a thin, white line, and his eyes were so deep, so fathomless, and so sad it made her breath catch.

He opened his mouth to say something, and his Adam’s apple bobbed, but nothing came out. He exhaled in a rush, and tried again. Swallowing deeply, he averted his gaze from hers as he asked softly, “Stay? Please?”

He finally dropped his hand from her arm, moving it to cradle his mug of tea. He kept his eyes downcast, staring into the milky liquid, tracing the rim of the mug with his index finger.

The waver in his voice as well as the uncertainty shattered any resolve Rose had of fleeing back to her room. She placed her half-drunk mug of tea on the table and stepped up to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze, then gave him a hug. Standing as she was, she towered over him for once. His shoulders were at her stomach, his head at her breasts. She tried not to think too much of that as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and held him. This was the first intimate touch between them since their kiss on the beach.

The Doctor clutched at her desperately, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and burying his face between her breasts. She was suddenly extremely aware that she was not wearing a bra. A shiver that had nothing to do with the night air rippled through her.

She bent over him and pressed a kiss to his hair. It was just as soft as she remembered.

They stayed like that for an immeasurable moment, with her hunched over him and him stretched up towards her, holding each other as if their lives depended on it.

When Rose’s back began to protest, she stood, shivering as the cool night air replaced his warm, solid body.

“Will you stay?” he asked again.

Rose bit her lip. She really was quite cold, and judging from the goosebumps raising his arm hairs, he was too.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.

Before she could overthink it, she leaned down and pecked a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then skipped inside. She shivered when the warm air of her flat kissed her skin. She went to the couch and grabbed the fuzzy blanket balled up in one of the corners. She shook it out as she strode back to the Doctor.

He was sitting in the same position as when she’d left him. She held up the blanket for him to see.

“Budge up a bit,” she said, flapping her hand at him. He blinked, and she rolled her eyes. “Scoot up, and spread your legs. I’ll sit between them. That way we can both share the blanket. Unless…?”

Doubts crept into her mind. This would be a very intimate position for them to sit in. They’d engaged in much more intimate positions before, but that had been years ago.

The Doctor moved quickly, slinging his legs on either side of the lounge chair, leaving room for her between them.

“Good idea,” he said, patting the seat to encourage her to sit. “I didn’t realize how cold it was. This human body is quite rubbish with the cold.”

Rose carefully lowered herself to the chair, settling between his thighs before she threw the blanket across herself and draped it over his legs and feet. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her middle and tugged her closer until her entire back was flush with his front. A warm tingle bloomed in her stomach.

“That’s better,” the Doctor sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

She pillowed her head against his collarbone and let out a deep breath to relax herself into his arms. His hands rested loosely against her lower abdomen, and before long, his fingers began tracing idle lines across the waistband of her shorts. His lips then pressed ever so softly against her temple before he nuzzled his cheek into the top of her hair.

Rose hadn’t felt this complete in years. Despite the maelstrom of thoughts and other emotions churning through her, the one dominating this moment was utter peace. She loved him so much, had missed him so much, and now she was back with him once more. They still needed to talk, to clear the air between them. She needed to wrap her head around her new reality, to give herself the proper time and space to grieve the loss of the other Doctor, but not right now. Not on such a beautiful, perfect night when she was in the arms of the man she loved.

“I missed you.”

He’d spoken so quietly that if she hadn’t felt the rumble of his chest, she wouldn’t have been sure if he’d spoken at all. She tilted her head up to look at him and saw the depth of his longing in his eyes.

She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the touch.

“I missed you too, Doctor. So much.” She paused for a moment, then added, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Are you, though?”

Her heart squeezed. “Yes. I know I didn’t act like it earlier. And I’m sorry. I really am. But I am very glad you’re here. With me.”

He was silent for a few seconds, then he said, “This probably wasn’t what you were expecting, was it?”

“Not really,” she admitted. His entire body tensed behind hers, but she wouldn’t lie to him. “But I’ll get used to it.”

“Great,” he scoffed, and he slowly withdrew his hands from her hips.

“No,” she said. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… I expected to be back on the TARDIS, with…”

“With him,” the Doctor bit out.

“You’re the same man,” she said. He hummed noncommittally. “Please, Doctor. Don’t do this. No, this isn’t what I expected, and yes, I’m angry and hurt and confused. But I’m also happy to be with you. I- I love you.”

He slumped back in his chair and ducked his chin to hide his face. For one horrible moment, she thought he was about to reject her, reject what she’d just said.

Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. I’m happy to be with you, too.”

Rose was said nothing for the span of several heartbeats, then she asked, “What happens now?”

The Doctor cocked his head to the side. “Well… we take it day by day, I guess.”

“Together?” Rose couldn’t help but ask.

A faint smile crossed the Doctor’s lips. “Together. Though, first thing’s first, you’re cold. Let’s go inside.”

Rose, who, despite the blanket, was close to shivering in the cold night air, nodded and stood up from the seat. She messily folded the blanket and began gathering up their mugs and the box of biscuits. The Doctor hurriedly jogged to the door and held it open for her. He followed her into the brightly-lit kitchen but stood there awkwardly while she dumped the dregs of their cold tea down the sink and put the biscuits away.

“This is a nice flat,” the Doctor said, glancing around. “You didn’t stay with Pete and Jackie?”

Rose shrugged. “I did for a while. Then needed my own space.” She held out her hand for him, glad when he threaded their fingers together. After the quiet intimacy they’d generated in the garden, she was loath to let any barriers come between them.

“I noticed the new Dickens book,” the Doctor said, pointing with their joined hands when they walked to the living room. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” she said. “Is it any good? I tried reading it but, well… The classics were never my favorite.”

“But you let me read them to you all the time,” the Doctor said, sounding a bit affronted. “Why didn’t you ever say anything.”

“I enjoyed listening to you read them to me,” Rose said, squeezing his fingers. “Maybe you could read that one to me? Like we used to?”

“I would like that,” he murmured. “Did you want to start it tonight…?”

“I’m a bit too knackered for that,” she admitted. “I’d probably fall asleep after the first page.”

Rose guided him down the hall and to the guest room. Rather than releasing his hand, she gripped it tighter.

“You could sleep in here, or you can join me in my room,” she said, her voice low. “Your choice.”

“Your room,” he said immediately, and Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

They untangled her sheets and crawled beneath them. Without speaking, they moved until they were spooned together with the Doctor curled around her as tightly as he could be. His front was flush with her back, his legs tangled in hers. He wrapped his arms around her chest and anchored her firmly to him.

Rose knew this position wouldn’t last the night; no matter how many times they’d fallen asleep tangled together, they always awoke separated the next morning. But for now, Rose relished the closeness, the movements of his chest as he breathed, the tickle of his breath in her ear.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, and the kiss he planted to the sensitive spot just below her ear sent goosebumps prickling through her.

“Night,” she managed, and before she could tell him she loved him, she was asleep.

oOoOo

When Rose next awoke, pale yellow sunlight was filtering through her window. Her head was fuzzy and her eyes gritty, and it took all of a second before the memories of yesterday rushed back to her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the Doctor curled up behind her, wide awake and staring at her. He met her gaze and smiled.

All of a sudden, everything came over Rose at once. Tears burned behind her eyes, making her vision swim before she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing. Sobbing for everything she had lost and everything she had gained. For the years of exhaustion and hard work that led her back to the Doctor and led to the salvation of the universe. For the heartbreak and agony of the Doctor rejecting and abandoning her, and for the joy and love of the Doctor that was now crushing her into his arms.

She cried and cried until it felt like her entire body might break apart from the force of it. And through it all, the Doctor held her. His voice was low and soothing amidst her shuddering breaths, and though she couldn’t make out the words, she appreciated it nevertheless.

It took many long minutes before her tears stopped, and even longer before she felt like she could look at the Doctor. When she finally peeked up at him, he offered her a sweet smile and kissed her forehead gently.

“Feel better?” he asked, drying her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Not really,” she said thickly, her voice scratchy. Her head and body ached, and she felt like she could sleep for another couple of hours.

“I’m so sorry, Rose,” he said, kissing her forehead again.

“Please don’t think I’m unhappy with you. With being with you,” Rose said. “I’m happy you’re here. But I’m furious and heartbroken at him at the same time.”

“I know,” he murmured. He loosed a long exhale then admitted, “I never expected to be able to do this again. To wake up beside you. You were lost to me forever. But here you are.”

The wonder in his voice was almost enough to set her off crying again. She tucked her face closer into his chest until the urge went away.

“We can do this every day. If you want. Fall asleep together. Wake up together.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt, but she knew he’d heard her.

He shivered and his arms tightened around her. “I would like that very much.”

Rose pulled back just far enough to press a kiss to his Adam’s apple. The muscles of his throat bobbed beneath her lips as she trailed kiss after kiss to his neck. He hummed and sighed, the sounds making his throat vibrate deliciously against her lips.

“Rose,” he groaned.

He pushed at her, pushing her away, making her stop. Her heart dropped. But as soon as she took her face away from his neck, his lips descended on hers. Her surprised exclamation was muffled by his mouth as his lips devoured hers, searching and pushing and pulling in all the best ways.

A violent shudder rippled down her spine, blazing an inferno through her veins that screamed for more, more, more. She had missed this, missed him, missed sharing her body and soul with him as they made love. And she needed him right now.

Needing better leverage than what was being afforded, Rose wrapped her arms around his shoulder and one leg around his hips and pulled. Without breaking the kiss, Rose rolled onto her back, bringing the Doctor with her. He moaned as their bodies aligned perfectly. His hips were cradled in hers, and she felt the burgeoning evidence of what this kiss was doing to him growing against her.

“Rose,” he panted, wrenching his mouth away from hers. “Rose, wait. Is this… do you…?”

“I want this,” she said, cradling his lightly-stubbled cheek in her hands. Her thumbs brushed his kiss-swollen lips. “I want you.”

A helpless little noise escaped his throat before he ducked his head down to catch her lips in his once more. She buried her fingers in his hair, so soft and strong, to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted for him, and their tongues tentatively met in the middle, slipping and gliding against each other, relearning each other after all these years.

An aching heat throbbed between her legs and she shifted restlessly. Hooking her thighs around his hips, she brought him into tighter contact against her. His groan was lost amidst hers as he rubbed against her so deliciously.

“Rose,” he breathed, releasing her lips to trail frantic little kisses along the curve of her jaw. He scraped his teeth along the side of her neck, sending shivers of pleasure sparking across her skin. She tightened her hold of his hair, keeping him where he was and urging him to do it again. He obliged. “I missed you. I love you.”

It was the first time he’d said those words since the beach. She gasped out his name and arched further into him, needing to be closer, closer, closer.

“I love you,” he repeated, kissing and sucking at her neck until Rose was sure there would be a deep red stain across her skin.

The pressure in her gut coiled tighter and tighter the longer they moved together. Their hips arched and rubbed and squirmed, hurtling her closer and closer to the edge. Rose wasn’t sure how much longer she would last when the Doctor’s rhythm faltered and he bit the soft part where her neck met her shoulder.

“R-Rose,” he rasped. “I… sorry, but if we keep going, I’m going to… er, make a real mess of things.”

As much as she would love to continue as they were, she was desperate to feel more of him. They were still fully clothed, for heaven’s sake. Granted, they were each in shorts and a t-shirt, but still. They hadn’t removed anything, though the Doctor’s hands were doing a pretty good job of mapping out any bit of skin he could reach.

“Shift up a bit,” she ordered, lowering her legs from his hips.

“Right, yeah…”

He moved to clamber off of her, but she wrapped her legs around him once more.

“Don’t want to stop,” she said. “Just… freeing up the important bits.”

“Oh… ohhhh.” She had unceremoniously reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hard, throbbing length. His hips stuttered into her touch, and she tried not to give him too much stimulation to send him over the edge. She made sure he didn’t get caught in the elastic of his waistband before she worked his pants halfway down his arse.

“Feels good,” he croaked, thrusting shallowly into her hand.

“It’ll feel better in a minute,” she said, wrenching her own sleep shorts down her legs.

After a whole lot of squirming, Rose managed to free one of her legs from the shorts, letting the fabric dangle at her other thigh. She made very quick work of lining him up and taking him into her.

“Oh… oh Rose,” he hissed, eyes and jaw clenched shut.

She was nearly beyond words at the friction, at the glide of him into her. Her hips undulated against his, working him deeper and deeper until he was seated as far as he could go. The Doctor trembled above her as he held himself still, letting her adjust.

After only a few seconds, Rose couldn’t bear the pressure anymore and she arched into him, wrapping her thighs around his lower back once more. She pressed her feet into his arse to spur him on, and he was all too willing.

It was over embarrassingly quickly, but it was so, so good. When his clever fingers drummed at the sensitive bundle of nerve just above where they were joined, the tightening coil deep in her belly burst outward, spiraling through her entire body from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. She bowed off the bed, a garbled, wordless cry coming from her throat as she lost herself in her pleasure, in him.

He followed mere seconds later, his rhythm absolutely nonexistent as he worked for his release. It shattered through him in a rush of grunted curses and a sigh of her name as he pulsed and throbbed deep within her.

The world dissolved around her. There was nothing except for her and him, tangled together in the ultimate expression of love and unity. Rose trembled with aftershocks as her mind, for the first time in a long time, went utterly blank.

The Doctor breathed harshly at her breast, his forehead on her collarbone. His hair tickled her nose, and she brushed it away.

His arms trembled as he held himself above her, still seated inside of her. It was half a minute before he pressed a kiss to her chest and rolled onto his side, slipping out of her. She winced and grimaced, but followed him, tucking herself into his side. She threw a leg over one of his, careful not to accidentally knee him in a very sensitive area.

She was sure they looked slightly ridiculous. Her shorts were still dangling off of one of her legs and his boxers were barely tugged off his hips, and both their shirts were still on but twisted from their movements.

But Rose wouldn’t have had it any other way.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then to the corner of his mouth. The Doctor hummed and turned his head to meet her kiss.

“That was really rather brilliant, wasn’t it?” A self-satisfied smile played across his lips.

“Yeah, it was,” she agreed, snuggling beside him.

“Er… rather messy, though,” he said, beginning to squirm.

Rose breathed out a laugh. Thank God. Their combined fluids were rapidly cooling between her legs and becoming rather… sticky.

“A little bit,” she answered. And though she really wasn’t in the mood for it, she knew she ought to clean up.

As though he read her mind, he said, “Do you want to… erm, take care of things? Well. I should as well. It’s a bit… damp. Anyway. Do you maybe want to… share? A shower? With me?”

Rose peered up at him; he was looking directly at the ceiling. She rolled her eyes. After what they’d just done together, he was worried she would reject the intimacy of a shower?

“That sounds brilliant,” she said, kissing his chest.

She wriggled off the bed, and let her shorts finally fall to the floor. The Doctor very gingerly worked his boxers down his legs.

“I’m gonna need clothes,” he said, looking down at his discarded pants. “I’ve got no clothes. Definitely gonna need clothes. And- and money, I s’pose, to buy clothes. Blimey. Money. I’ve got no money. Never needed it, but now I do. You’ve got bills, so now I do too. Money. I’m gonna need a job, and a name for identification, and papers, and…”

The Doctor’s eyes widened in his growing panic and his chest began rising and falling as his breathing went shallow and rapid. She stepped up to him and took his hands in hers, squeezing them once, before she dropped them to wrap her arms around his waist. He stood somewhat stiffly, but as Rose stroked his back gently, his muscles unlocked.

“We’ll take it day by day, yeah?” she said, echoing his words from the night before. “Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, if we need to. We’ll get everything sorted out. I’ll text Mum and ask her to bring a change of clothes for you, then we can think about going shopping. But for right now, you and I are gonna get a shower, then we’re gonna eat breakfast.”

“Most important meal of the day,” he quipped weakly. He hugged her tightly and tucked his face into the curtain of her hair. “Thanks. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Doctor. D’you think I didn’t have the same freak out when I first got here?” she asked.

“I’m not freaking out,” he muttered petulantly.

She ignored him and continued. “We had to invent a whole new person for me. And raise Mum from the dead. We can do the same for you.” She paused and worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s okay, y’know. To not be okay.”

The Doctor exhaled raggedly. “I know. But I don’t want you to feel like I regret being here. Because I don’t. Being with you again is… it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.”

She smiled into his neck. “Me too. But we’ve got a lot to adjust to.”

“Day by day,” he murmured.

“Together,” she added.

He finally pulled away from the embrace. His eyes hadn’t fully lost their panicked gleam, but it was definitely more muted. She understood all too well that anxiety.

Though their morning was utterly perfect and she was utterly content, Rose knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last. Too much had happened and so much had changed. There were so many emotions and hurts to sort through, and she knew some days would be worse than others.

But she also knew some days would be better than others. Some days would be perfect. And that would make it all worth it. Those days would be the days she would be fighting for when the fragile peace between them eventually cracked. But she had faith in herself and faith in him that they could work together to mend any breaks and piece themselves back together again, stronger than they ever were before.

As if he could see exactly what she was thinking, he smiled at her. His smile was a paradoxical mixture of sorrow and longing and joy; she was relieved he was on the same page, that he didn’t expect everything from here on out to be sunshine and rainbows. It would take work, on both their parts.

The Doctor reached out to cradle her cheeks in his palms. She leaned into the touch. His thumbs stroked her lips, then her cheeks as he ducked his head down towards hers. He skated the tip of his nose along hers, and hovered with his lips barely a centimeter away from hers.

“Together,” he affirmed, before he pressed his lips to hers to seal the promise of their forever.

#ficandchips #doctorroseprompts #dwfic #doctor who #tentoo x rose #post-journey's end #my fic #day by day #romance #light angst #slight lemons #non-explicit lemons #i hope y'all enjoy this!

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airxn · 1 year ago

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He lifts a paw, sets it down, lifts his other paw– and repeat. The chill numbs his paws to the point where he's practically kneading the snow. The action itself easing him to sit down, but just a little bit.

" Uhm... Uhm sure!! That'd be great... "

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With a start, Rudolph stumbles back on uneasy hooves until he himself takes a tumble, landing harmlessly on his rump. Nose glowing bright, the red-nosed reindeer hesitantly remarks,

"I am? I mean — ... Do ya... Do ya wanna come back to my cave? You look cold..."

Maybe this stranger should have a sit-down, too.

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#Airin Response.#fledercanons #chuck him anywhere :: multiverse #( airin vc: and then rudolph saved my life-- )

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airxn · 6 months ago

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@multisuperfluity inquired – i'm not staying here another second. // from Miles~

𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. Sheathed pads adjust atop the old Chevy's roof before he takes a testing step. He glides down the front windshield– his tail following in an elegant sway.

" Why? You don't like the circus? " A chitter rises in his throat, but the ghastly scene before them was nothing to jest about. The old, abandoned circus grounds held tattered and stained tents. No songs played within them other than the lonely whistle of their remains.

" We could turn back now, or see if the culprit did run in there? "

#Airin Response.#multisuperfluity #Ask.#chuck him anywhere :: multiverse #( went with a light pre-est for this .u. )

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15x08: Our Father, Who Aren’t In Heaven

Then:

Fighting the good fight since 2010

Now:

At the Lucky Elephant Casino, God’s knocking back fruity drinks, playing slots, and murdering everyone around him. Things don’t look so fun in Chuck-land.

Meanwhile, Eileen is living her best new life hunting a werewolf. She’s kicking butt but has a temporary setback when Sam shows up. She shoves him out of the way to finish the job. She asks Sam if he’s following her. MAYBE he’s being a little overprotective, but c’mon, he did just bring her back from the dead. I’m guessing he’d like to keep her on the side of the living a little longer than a week or two.

Later at the bunker, they’re eating their respective burger (Eileen) and salad (Sam), and Dean walks in with the demon tablet. He’s hoping the tablet will reveal a weak spot with God. They’re going to need Donatello!

Cas knock’s on Donny’s door. Hmm, I see, divorced husbands still communicating about the case and Cas still doing things for the cause.

Donatello comes back to the bunker, but isn’t happy about it. He gets to work eating chicken wings and translating the tablet again. Sam, Dean, and Cas casually hang out in the library and sneak concerned looks towards the prophet.

Donny finds some footnotes written by Metatron about God’s secret fear that he only shared with “his favorite.” Lucifer was already locked away by the time the tablets were written. He must mean Michael. The problem with finding Michael is that he’s locked away in the Cage. Donatello starts to freak out over how overly dramatic TFW’s lives are but then passes out in a chair. He comes to --but it’s Chuck this time communicating directly through his prophet. He tells them to leave it alone. Then he threatens all the women in their lives if they don’t (and I just hate/love this because this calls back to early SPN so much when the women died for all their man-pain.)

They tell Donatello to go home. Then they all decide (Cas reluctantly) to go to Hell to find Michael. Dean sarcastically tells Cas that he can “stay here” at the bunker. And I can’t for the life of me find the post now, but whoever made a post of Dean increasingly going from sarcasm to flat out begging for Cas to stay at the bunker is my hero.

In the bunker’s kitchen, they cast the same spell Rowena used to get Cas and Belphagor to Hell before. Dean cuts his hand as part of the spell (something he’s done a thousand times before) and Cas takes the time to heal him (but doesn’t touch him like he normally does) and it takes so much of him to do it. I’m just going to sit here quietly for a bit before proceeding.

Once in Hell, Cas leads the way until they run into a bunch of badass lady demons that completely kick their asses. Well, they do until a very familiar voice bellows, “STOP!”

It’s ROWENA!!!

She’s now Queen of Hell. She’s also posturing up a storm. Ah. They tell her they want to lock up Chuck and they’re looking for Michael. She tells them he could be anywhere. The Cage opened just like the rest of the doors in Hell. She sends her demon minions to find Michael.

Back at the bunker, Eileen is watching over the spell, and she gets a call from Sue, another hunter. She needs help with a vamp nest. Eileen agrees to help as soon as she’s done helping TFW.

In Hell, TFW meets with Rowena in her throne room. She tells Sam that killing her was a good thing. She’s queen! Then she asks him to get her another drink (!) so she can have a little therapy time with the other two clowns. She tells them to “fix it” because there’s no reconciliation in death. A demon comes in to inform them that Michael “is nowhere to be found.”

For Perfect Framing Science:

Actually, he can be found at Jaci’s Red Wagon diner. It seems that Adam and Michael are good buds and Adam’s currently enjoying his first burger in ten years.

Dean checks in with Donatello just one more leeeetle time to see if he’s gotten any Chuck-adjacent flashes. Just when you think you’re out, yadda yadda yadda… He THEN checks in with Sam about Eileen. She is FINE, Dean, they have “an agreement.” Dean picks up on Sam’s waffling, and tells Sam that she fits the parameters of a potential partner: she knows the life, plus she’s hot. That’s way better than the life Sam tried to build with Amelia, a bag of limes, and a dog. This conversation is also notable for Dean’s admission that he’d been in a very dark place not long ago but he’s climbing out of it now.

At the diner, Adam continues to chill with Michael and contemplate the future when Lilith arrives.

She’s there to bring Michael to Chuck. “I’m not accustomed to being fetched,” Michael says coldly. It looks like things are headed towards fisticuffs when Michael just…burns her to ash right there. Ah, archangels. (Side note: I rewatched this section with the sound off while gathering images and watching her performance is every bit as engaging. I’ll miss you, scrunchy-nose Lilith.)

Donatello has a vision and sees Michael’s spiteful smiting (smiteful?). He calls Dean with Michael’s location. He’s in Cairo! Time for Dean to hop on a plane and hold Cas’s hand nervously the entire time… I’m ready for an airplane destiel fic episode!

Cas has an alternate, non-hand-holding suggestion. He’ll pray to Michael instead. In the quiet of an upstairs corner of the bunker, next to a REAL and also METAPHORICAL CHESS SET, Cas characterizes their last meeting as “unpleasant” and asks to meet up. “I’m not your enemy anymore. Now we all have the same enemy. God himself.”

Mmmkay, compelling words. Michael meets Cas in a warehouse. He remembers Cas. “You called me assbutt and set me on fire.” LOL, classic. Cas faces Michael stoically and lights a circle of holy oil around him. That’s the Winchester’s cue to enter and they do so with STYLE.

DAMN!

Dean presents a set of warded cuffs for Michael’s consideration. There’s clearly only one way out of the circle of fire.

For Check out the Curtains Made of Chains SO PRETTY Science:

Michael is twenty-five shades of pissed off at being confined. In the bunker he accuses the Winchesters of abandoning their brother and then shocks them all by flashing Adam back in control.

Adam seems much more chill than Michael and reveals that he and the archangel only had each other in the cage so they came to an agreement. Dean, who only recently stopped dragging himself around in a post-Michael traumatic haze, is gobsmacked that Michael’s letting Adam walk and talk. He tells Adam that there’s nothing they can say to fix what they did by leaving him in the cage. “How about ‘I’m sorry?’” Adam suggests.

Michael wrests back control and we go back to Chuck talk. Team Free Will attempts to briefly explain that Chuck isn’t trying to usher in “boring” paradise. Instead, Michael’s dad would rather see everybody suffer, including Michael.

Adam pops back behind the helm and advises them to stop their paltry attempt at convincing Michael of Chuck’s perfidy. On his (their) own, Adam unpacks the situation. He doesn’t forgive the Winchesters for what they did, but he does think they’re operating from good intentions. I don’t remember where I saw this online, but somebody posted that they have never liked Adam more than in this episode. I completely agree! There’s a lovely amount of complexity and growth hinted at through this performance.

Michael finds it hard to shake off a near-eternity of being God’s favored son. God is “having a mid-eternity crisis,” Adam suggests. Maybe Michael should at least entertain the possibility that Chuck isn’t on the up-and-up. Michael doesn’t want to doubt his father. “You still care about that after he left you in the cage?” Adam asks.

Meanwhile, Eileen’s friend Sue calls again. She’s ready to move on the vamps and needs backup NOW. When Eileen hesitates, Sue needles her about having to ask for permission. Eileen rises to Sue’s barb and agrees to meet up. The camera tumbles, Sue swears, and Eileen acts immediately as the call ends. She races to Sam’s room and fills him in on her friend’s perilous situation. Together, they run off to give Sue backup. (I love how this scene both shows Eileen’s need to assert her own independence and her absolute trust and pragmatism in getting Sam to back her up.)

Cas heads in to speak with Adam/Michael. Michael is still not on board the fight-Chuck train. Cas responds with sass, as is his custom. “I never liked you. I thought you were too haughty. Too…to paraphrase a friend, you had an entire oak tree shoved up your ass.”

Now Cas finds him pitiable. Michael isn’t God’s favorite. He’s just a tiny part of Chuck’s favorite soap opera. DAMN, Cas.

Cas goes even further, telling Michael that Lucifer was the smart one all along, and Michael SNAPS. He flips Cas over the table and gets him in a headlock. Cas struggles, and manages to lock both his hands on Michael’s temples. It’s brain zapping time! Even an archangel is no match for Cas’s mind mojo, and Cas dumps a clip show of Chuck being a dick writer into Michael’s head.

Later, Cas decompresses alone in the kitchen. Dean arrives, then suggests that Cas might have misjudged the situation and gone too far with Michael. D E A N. Before Cas left, Michael essentially said, “Leave. Get out. I want you dead.” We’ve all been in agony for several days now over the parallels between this line and what Cas thinks he’s getting from Dean and AAAAUGH THE SWEET PAIN OF IT. “We didn’t bond,” Cas summarizes. If you need me, I’ll be hunched in this burning dumpster, muttering about profound bonds.

The bunker rattles, and they race to Michael’s room. He greets them with, “God lied to me.” He gave everything for Chuck, but it turns out he’s not even unique across the multiverse if there are other Michaels out there.

Sam and Eileen arrive at the hunt and discover abandoned vehicles. Sam’s suspicion bone is tingling, but then Sue shows up. She’s got this swagger, so Boris and I immediately assume she’s been turned into a vamp because we’ve been watching this show since forever. Uh, Sue’s not a vamp. She’s Chuck! Or…you know, Chuck’s her! [Admiral Ackbar voice] It’s a trap!

Michael agrees to help Team Free Will. He pulls out a slip of paper with a spell on it that can contain Chuck just like it contained Amara. All they need is myrrh, cassia, rock-rose, and the nectar of a leviathan blossom. It’s a flower that grows in Purgatory. Michael opens up a rift-style door with the snap of his fingers.

The door will stay open for twelve hours. Dean uncuffs Michael/Adam and apologizes for what happened to his half brother. Adam smiles sadly and wishes them luck in their Chuck-fighting endeavors. After he/they leave, Cas and Dean turn towards the glowing rift. It’s Purgatory time, baby! And you know what they say about Purgatory. It’s the perfect place to work out your emotions in a friendly, non-deadly environment!

Quotingmoon in Purgatory:

There’s a crack in his invincibility shield

When I go crazy again, just shoot me

Usually I enjoy our little process. I toss something at you guys and you slam it right back. It’s fun! Like tennis! With monsters

What am I picking up from you two? A wee tif? Tell your Auntie Rowena

Why would he send you, a demon, a speck of infernal bile?

Oh, I didn’t come to beg

Since when do we get what we deserve?

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childofsquidward · 6 years ago

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Speedy^3 Kids

Y’all can thank @temmie-loony for being subjected to my ramblings because she was the one who fed my obsession. Hope you like my the kids!

Zander Sebastian West (KJ Apa)

born May 14th, 2015 (Taurus); 25; eldest of the speedy^3 disaster fam

Sebastian was actually his last name, but he took Wally’s last name after they adopted him, so it became his middle name; he goes by the name “Bounce” on the field

he actually wanted to use Blink, but there’s already a pretty powerful superhero who’s well-known throughout the multiverse that uses the moniker and Zander didn’t want to step on any toes, especially as a first-time hero

he almost went with Shortcut before his wonderful younger siblings all pointed out that it sounded more like a speedster’s name, which he begrudgingly agreed with

his top choice was actually Super Saiyan, but he thought no one would take him seriously; Cisco later on told him that Super Saiyan was his top choice as well

if one more person says some variation of “Bounce, let’s bounce,” he will start chucking people into the netherworld

metahuman: in short, his power is matter manipulation; this means that he can shape matter into anything that he wishes, which also grants him the ability to move just about anything and anyone anywhere his heart desires (he can telepooooort)

when they first met him, after Jesse has analyzed his powers, they thought that he might actually have telekinetic abilities as he could use his powers without physically touching anything while in reality just his very presence, regardless of proximity as they developed, was enough to take a building apart (which they later found out and Jesse geeked over it for a good two hours or so)

manipulating air particles allows him to teleport to the sky, which makes it seem like he can fly even though he can’t

his powers are tied entirely to his emotions, more so when he was younger and little control over his powers; he has grown to be so laid back and easy going that it’s almost impossible for him to ever lose control of his powers now

when he got a little older, he discovered that his ability disperse particles applied to living things as well; he pretty much just exploded into little scattered bits one day and Jesse had a meltdown

despite popular belief, no, he can’t just teleport criminals to the pipeline cuz they’re metas 99.99% of the time, and dark matter is not the same as matter, therefore, he can’t manipulate dark matter; this applies to dark matter objects as well, like, he can’t just move Cicada’s dagger into a volcano

very limited knowledge/use of combat skills; he learned basic self-defense from Alex of all people (he refused to learn from both his mother and uncle Ollie because he claims that running around an island that translates to fucking purgatory is insane, not mention just dramatic as hell)

he hates running with the white hot intensity of fifty billion suns; this is also why everyone was shocked when they learned he joined the track and field team of all things to which he promptly assured them, “as a high jumper guys, don’t be crazy”

they took him in when he was five after falling in love with his little puppy eyes and adorable smile (fucking Harry thought he was the most precious thing to ever walk the face of the Earth)

moved out about three or four years ago actually cuz the house is SO crowded, like geez, Connor thinks living with Dawn's bajillion pets is bad?

he picked up Jesse's death smile, like that charming Disney smile she has before unleashing all hell

he's pure childlike wonder and basically a giant puppy

the goofiest of goofballs

fun fact: he once saw ‘Hogwarts’ as one of the WiFi accounts available on his phone and promptly exited the bus a good twelve stops before he should’ve, magically discovered a megaphone and shouted “will the house with Hogwarts wifi please speak up?” into it and a girl marched out of one of the houses half annoyed half amused

Zander asked if she believed in soulmates and then how she felt about the movies; she called him a doofus and said she’d see him tomorrow for the 2 o'clock showing of Kung Fu Panda

that was a five-year relationship

when he was younger, yelling or shouting of any kind, especially directed towards him, would immediately trigger panic attacks

the first time it happened, Zander was six and had been living with them for less than a year

they were at Star Labs, Wally and Thea were arguing about something and Jesse tried to intervene, which led to her yelling as well

it took all of ten seconds for Zander to start shaking uncontrollably and accidentally shatter the mug on Jesse’s desk in the process which caused his parents to realize that he was there

Thea was first to approach him, more adept to the symptoms of a panic attack than Wally and Jesse, but Zander backed away from her

Wally and Jesse were frozen in place while they watched their son curl up into a ball, continuously switching from chanting and mumbling to screaming “go away” and “stop it”

meanwhile Thea just sat across from him, keeping her distance so she wouldn’t make things worse, not saying a word - which helped because after a good ten to fifteen minutes of pure deafening silence, Zander’s breathing slowed down and his muscles relaxed and he didn’t flinch when Thea moved closer

from that day on, Thea, Wally and Jesse agreed that to never raise their voice around their kids, especially Zander

the second time it happened was two years later at Star Labs on Earth 1

now we all love Harry, and we know that him yelling and shouting is just a part of his personality

Zander, who hadn’t gotten to spend as much time with his grandfather as he would’ve liked cuz Harry always seems to be needed on different Earths, did not

Speedy^3 left Team Flash to babysit while they went on a mission, and only Harry and Cisco were in the cortex at the moment, and you can’t have Harry and Cisco be in the same room and not argue

so Zander was just doing his homework at what had become Iris’s writing nook, when Harry and Cisco’s argument turned into Harry yelling at Cisco and the latter marching out of the cortex in a huff

and that’s all it took to trigger a panic attack - he dropped his pencil and a beaker in the med bay burst before Harry finally turned to him

Harry had no idea what was going on because one, he had never experienced someone going through a panic attack or an anxiety attack in his presence, and two, none of Zander’s parents had ever mentioned his panic attacks to him

his first instinct is to immediately switch to a softer tone that he’s only ever used with three people - his wife, his daughter, and now his grandson

he started off by assuring Zander that he wasn’t yelling at him, and then he went on to explain that he wasn’t actually angry, and just a lot more of fumbling around for right thing to say until Zander didn’t look absolutely terrified when looking up at him

Harry actually kind of toned down his incessant need to just be shouting all the time - even after Zander had worked at understanding more or less that if his parents did end up yelling at him or at anyone else, it usually wasn’t out of anger, but out of concern and love

Zander was never open to talking about his panic attacks with anyone, it was kind of a struggle for him to even open up to his parents, like, if someone even accidentally let it slip or hinted at it, he would just shut down

he had actually been forced to go to therapy by the foster system he was under, and he hated every second of it, it was no help to him

at one point, maybe age 9 or 10, Zander just blurted out “What’s wrong with me?!” which led to a three hour discussion between Thea, Jesse and Wally as to how they would explain Zander’s panic attacks to him because while they know what triggers it, at that point, they still had no idea what exactly caused him to get triggered (they explained it to the best of their abilities though, because they can’t just not explain his panic attacks to him)

he hated that there was no possible way for him to control his panic attacks, they just happened, and he didn’t want anyone telling him how to go about dealing with them, so he was very adamant on finding his own coping mechanisms because he wanted to have some sense of control over the situation

he graduated from teachers college about four years ago and found a permanent teaching position at the local elementary school less than a year ago; he loves the idea of being able to have a positive influence on young kids and loves coming in and seeing their bright smiles at ass crack of dawn

always comes home with chalk and marker stains on his hands and clothes because what even is an eraser?

Zander is also not a morning person and is usually super cranky if woken up before 10AM, but being a teacher and having his one place has changed his daily routine in such a way that he may be turning over a new leaf

probably has a cheesy tattoo to remind him of home (trust me, he’s the type); maybe like the star labs logo? or the outline of the state of Missouri (which is where Central City is)

Francine “Frankie” Laurel Queen (Olivia Holt)

born March 22nd, 2019 (Aries); 21; second eldest

she was named after Wally’s mother and Thea wanted at least one of their kids to have Laurel’s name as a middle name; goes by Eagle on the field

they found her on Earth 2 when she was a baby - Wally and Jesse were putting out a huge fire, where Frankie’s family died, so instead of putting her up adoption they just decided to adopt her themselves

she looks like a young Moira Queen, it’s ridiculous, Malcolm (who shows up occasionally as he does, that relationship is just waaaaaay too complicated to pinpoint, much less explain) and Oliver both bring it up constantly

every time Frankie’s on Earth 1 with her mom, someone will mention how much she looks like Moira, right down to her mannerisms; like former Queen Consolidated employees have walked away from her accidentally the first few times she came around because they thought Moira Queen had returned

Thea doesn’t really notice it herself at first because she has adopted a lot of Moira’s tendencies herself without realizing, but when she finally did, she actually admitted that it was a little scary, almost like looking at the ghost of her mother

also, turns her biological grandmother was actually a Moira Queen doppelganger

this close to moving out

even though she constantly brings it up, Zander knows she never will; like, freaking Tess (their youngest sibling) will probably move out before Frankie ever seriously considers it because out of all her siblings, Frankie is the most attached to their parents

she and Jade both have keys to Zander’s place though

he doesn’t know (but he does)

since she is the only non-meta out of all her siblings, Thea had hoped that she’d take up archery, but given the amount of time Frankie spent around Sara, she quickly became infatuated with the art of knife throwing; her knives of choice include f-s fighting knives (because they’re practical and effective) and karambits (because they look badass and are great for interrogations and such); she rarely uses her knives to penetrate through flesh, she’ll actually throw them so they catch on someone’s shirt and nail them to the wall (her aim is scary good - I mean, we all know who one of her two mothers is - only to be rivaled by her younger brother Robbie’s)

Harry and Joe both had a heart attack when they found out

Wally thought it was cute… up until Sara started saying crazy shit like, “you know, Frankie would be a great addition to the Waverider” which led to Wally hanging up every time she called

Jesse was surprisingly only mildly concerned

Thea immediately bought herself some Aspirin before yelling at Sara

Sara responded by then teaching Frankie how to hotwire a car

she took karate (started age 5) and gymnastics (started age 4) as a kid

she gained her black belt at age 10

Sara tried to teach her kung fu, but Frankie insisted that karate was better for combat because she found kung fu to be too calming; Sara did however manage to interest in other forms of martial arts like taekwondo, judo and sambo

she actually got really into artistic gymnastics specifically and even seriously committed to competitions for a few years before deciding to get serious about college (to everyone’s surprise)

even though she’s never gotten the chance to meet Laurel, the former Black Canary has had a huge impact on her life, mainly stemming from Frankie’s curiosity of her middle name and things kind of just snowballing into Thea and Sara telling her countless stories about Laurel

she actually took up boxing after being inspired by the fact that it first was the first kind formal fight training that Laurel had before becoming a vigilante

unfortunately for the entire family, she gained Jesse’s spending habits, so Thea will find a thousand dollar inflatable mattress in the family gym, or Robbie (Child #4) might step on his sister’s spikes for shoes and hop around his room with blood and glitter covering his foot

100% the most anal of all her siblings:

she color codes everything (including her notes on the freaking Notes app)

would probably lose her head without her planner

can tell you exactly where everything is in her room and will know if it’s been moved

constantly reorganizes the pantry

Wally, at least once a week: “Did you alphabetize the spice rack again?”

will move the couch even while someone is sitting on it because she thinks it’s crooked

Kara, when she first witnessed it: “Are you sure she doesn’t somehow have Kryptonian dna or something? Cuz’ no speedster I know has superhuman strength.”

hates that one of their walls is a lighter shade than the others

Robbie: “Oh my god, you can’t even tell, let it go Frankie”

has only ever seriously committed to a few things, be it activities or relationships; she just has this need to always be on the move and feels the need to constantly change things up in her life

has been through many phases in her life as a result: her art phase, her music phase, her baking phase (which led to a cooking class at the community center, and then resulted in a life ban cuz she blew it up), her dance phase (twice), her ‘wanting to be a scuba diver so bad she was ready to start taking lessons before she remembered that she’s deathly afraid of water’ phase and so on and so forth

she tried ballet but quit after two days because she has zero rhythm

she wanted to learn guitar, and the poor instrument would be collecting dust in their attic if Zander hadn’t decided to pick it up

she also took piano for a hot second... a literal second

after quitting pro gymnastics to focus on school, Frankie immediately regretted it because she had no idea what she wanted to do; she didn’t want to sit in some boring lecture hall with 400 strangers for three hours every week, she wanted to do something more hands-on (hence she always enjoyed watching her hacker aunts and uncles - who 100% contributed to her taking apart just about anything with a circuit board - as well as learning from them), but nothing seemed to catch her attention

she eventually just enrolled in undeclared arts, which let her take whatever she wanted, and a lot of what she took ended up being criminology classes, which fascinated her to no end

with a lot of hard work, she ended up finishing a four year bachelor’s degree in criminology in just three years

the minute she graduated, she applied to take the LEE (Law Enforcement Examination), which surprised just about everyone

Joe bawled

next stop: police academy!

also, it should be noted that Frankie has made it a point to emphasize that while she carries small daggers on her off the field, she will not be doing so a cop, so you can breathe now Uncle Barry and Papa Joe

her favourite romcom of all time is hands down 10 Things I Hate About You, and it is one of the few things that she and Jade will ever argue about

Jade, every single time Frankie sits down to watch it: *groans in agony*

Frankie, who has perfected Thea’s (Moira’s) ‘i can and will fuck you up beyond your imagination’ glare: *hisses*

has an eagle tattoo on her forearm and Laurel’s calling card on her lower back (y’all know that classic Black Canary logo right? that’s what I’m talking about)

easily the bossiest person you will ever meet

gets in the most trouble; also most likely to throw a party when her parents are out of town

that one person who’s always like “ooo, what does this button do?!” and then proceeds to press it

this usually leads to everyone completely losing their shit (I on the other hand, along with Ralph of all people, think that it’s adorable - she’s just a curious kid)

easily the best driver in the family because Wally and Jesse never drive and whenever they do it’s like being in a death trap, Zander has switched to public transport because he tends to swerve a lot (you need to hold on to something while in the car with him, it’s a must) and just - parking in general is kind of a struggle (thanks Wally and Jesse), Jade has major road rage and this tendency to hit poles, so does Thea (where do you think Jade gets it from?), and Robbie and Tess haven’t gotten their licenses yet but they’ve already had four driving instructors quit and five classes kick them out

actually feels kinda’ inadequate compared to her siblings and has gotten really well at hiding it because if they ever knew she’d just feel even worse because they’d think that it’s their fault even though it’s not

she just always has this gnawing feeling in the back of her mind that she’s not living up to her parents’ expectations the way that her siblings are

and then she feels bad cuz’ parents are cool and even with five kids they’ve never, ever shown any sort of favouritism towards any of them

it’s just like, she sees Zander having his life together like a functional adult and being this amazing wise big brother, and Jade’s a genius like she easily the smartest person that Frankie knows and their family (including the never-ending extended family) is filled with intelligent people; then Robbie’s like this super friendly, charismatic class president/captain of the baseball team who is good at honestly everything that he tries his hand at, and Tess is just so responsible despite being the youngest and manages to keep them from falling apart and will probably end up with either her own multi billion dollar company or just the best president of the US that Earth 2 has ever seen

she’s super proud of all her siblings, but somewhere deep down she’s always like “what have I even managed to accomplish in life?”

fiercely protective over her family

if she sees her five year-old brother get sand kicked in his mouth, she will hang the punk did who dared to do so upside down by his legs (she does not give a fuck if he accidentally stepped on your sandcastle, Billy, that’s no excuse to treat her baby brother like that)

if she sees some little brat grab her sister by the hair cuz’ she told the teacher that she and her friends were cheating, she will not hesitate to smack a bitch (tattling is not an excuse for you to get physical with her little sister, ‘mkay?)

it was sooooo worth getting sent to the principal’s office both times, and probably many other times cuz’ people are the worst

Jade Van Queen (Lana Condor)

born May 23rd, 2021 (Gemini); 19; middle child

like her older brother, she now uses her last name, before Speedy^3 adopted her, as her middle name; goes by Owl on the field

highly skilled acrobat, after years and years of lessons from Thea, Sara and even Nyssa (don’t tell her parents, specifically her mother)

owns like five katanas and keeps leaving them around the house; also keeps making new katanas and experimenting with different materials

she actually doesn’t go out on the field and prefers to stay back with Frankie (who actually doesn’t really go out on the field either) and help from behind the scenes

unless they’re actually needed or there’s an annual crossover happening

also, Jade and Frankie make a really good team in general, hence why they’re usually sent on all the covert stealth missions, which leads to their parents and grandpa Harry taking over (Zander, Robbie and Tess hate every single fucking second of it)

has a bit of a knack for both welding and engineering (under the tutelage of proud poppa Wally and super psyched Uncle Cisco)

she actually managed to create her own version of the cold gun (upon Frankie's insistence), helped design her siblings’ suits, creates explosives for funsies, custom made Frankie's favourite knife along with a few others (gives anyone - Sara - who gifts her a knife the stink eye), built Robbie's bow from scratch, and the list goes on

is well on her way to sending Harry to an early grave with the shit she says/does

Jade: “I should be an actress. Like Angelina Jolie level famous, constantly photographed, but it's actually me in a wig under a stage name.” Harry: “Please don't. You can't draw that kind of attention to yourself and you absolutely can not live a double.” Jade: “It worked for Hannah Montana-” Harry: “She's not a real person.” Jade: “-and Bruce Wayne” Oliver, 15 galaxies away: “Batman's just a myth.”

Cisco ADORES her

her and Frankie have the closest relationship out of all their siblings

she's always wanted to be just like her big sister because she thought that Frankie was the coolest person to ever exist

continues to look up to her even though she's the biggest dork ever

Frankie thinks it's the cutest thing on the planet

she and Frankie still share a room to this day

she actually took ballet only because Frankie did, but while her sister quit, she continued for years, and is still continuing to dance, although she never had the urge to do it professionally much to the dismay of her many, many ballet teachers throughout the years

when they were little though, Frankie once did something totally stupid that she really shouldn't have and Jade was so upset that Frankie vowed to always strive to be someone that Jade will look up to; however, Frankie once got so in her own head about being the perfect big sister that it nearly cost Jade her life; when they're in the med bay later on, Jade says to her “I would never stop loving you just because you made a mistake dummy, and we were literal babies back then so just… be nicer to yourself.”

multilingual

Vietnamese - self-taught because no one else she knows speaks the language, and the only three things she knew about herself before meeting Speedy^3 were one, her last name, two, that pomegranates were unnecessarily complex for fruits, and three, that she’s Vietnamese

Mandarin and Cantonese - Oliver offered to teach her, mainly because when she was younger and he would start speaking in another language, her eyes would always widen and she’d seem so fascinated by it that it made his heart melt

Japanese - started with Jade pestering her dad about how he learned Japanese, when eventually he got her to let the matter go if he agreed to teach her instead

Arabic - Jade and Nyssa were sparring one day when Jade just randomly went, “teach me how to speak Arabic” and Nyssa froze for a split second which led to Jade instantly gaining the upper hand on her; after their match though, Nyssa asked her if she was actually serious about learning Arabic, and Jade’s enthusiastic smile was all the answer that she needed

Spanish - Jade, age 10, went up to her Uncle Cisco and asked him if could he teach her Spanish so that she would have a more of a chance to pile on a variety of classes in high school so she could explore her areas of interest a little more; Cisco was more than happy to oblige for the sake of his favourite niece

German and Italian - started with Jade telling Nate how cool it is that he knows like six languages and then next thing you know, Jade’s skyping him every week and Cisco’s threatening to blast Nate because he is the favourite uncle so back off Heywood

Jade: Uncle Cisco, I can have two favourite uncles. Cisco: But I’m the favourite of the two favourites… right? Jade: *blinks, then leaves the room*

French and Latin - she needed an upper liberal and her college offered both languages; Nate was a little offended that she thought CCU could provide her with a better education on languages than he could, but he’s not Cisco, so he won’t be petty about it (lies)

strives to have five majors like her momma (actually might end up with six)

unlike Jesse however, she had no intention of skipping a few grades even though she very well could; she just preferred going through school at the same pace as her friends because the idea of skipping ahead and all older kids always judging her for being the youngest kid there sounded horrifying (she took Grade 11 bio in Grade 10 because it was normal to fast track, but everyone gave her the stink eye all semester which made her think that she made the right decision not skipping a few grades)

it is actually very common however for people to hold multiple on Earth 2 and have more than one or two majors; the most is probably Harry with like, idk 7 or 8? and then Jesse has 5

she’s in her second year at CCU as of right now

she didn’t want to take any math or science esque majors because she feels as though she already has/is exposed so much knowledge on that front, she wants to challenge herself and try a variety of majors so that she have a more diverse learning experience

History & Philosophy Dual Major

this was the first major she started with

Nate declared that she was his favourite niece when he found out

Cisco blasted him

Sociology

she started sociology at the same time as her dual major since they’re in the same faculty and therefore all her required courses like Critical Thinking I and shit are basically the same

Accounting & Finance

after her first year, she started taking courses in spring and summer for this major

Professional Communication

has just now started taking a crack at this during her second year

Social Work

has yet to take a single course for this, but with the co-op program and all the different concentrations, this is the only one of her majors that’s stressing her out

she might also be doing a minor in French and Psych

she’s literally always in school, no one knows how she manages to maintain a 4.0 while helping her siblings fight crime and then building the occasional bazooka while she’s at it - SHE CAN DO IT ALL

she takes at least ten classes per semester but only because one, that’s a limit that CCU has set, and two, her parents were firm about her not burning herself out even though she insisted that she wouldn’t

proud member of team ‘let’s annoy our parents into finally letting us get a dog’ along with her older siblings

when Robbie was born they thought there would be a strength in numbers but this little golden child claimed he didn’t care

Tess was then their only hope and she asked for a cat (traitor)

has like, multiple identities in multiple countries and on multiple Earths, across the multiverse

she has created lives for herself, LIVES

every time they go anywhere, Jade gets recognized, and some random stranger will be like, “Dr. Abigail Matthews, how nice to see you, I thought you were treating patients in Germany?” and her parents are immediately just like, “you’re grounded, you’re grounded for the rest of your life, let’s go Abigail”

she can multitask like her life depends on it

no, seriously, she once somersaulted through laser beams while writing her final paper, and also reapplying her lipstick in between

Frankie couldn’t decide whether or not she should be impressed or claim Zander as her new favourite because Jade apparently has their father’s incessant need for theatrics

Robert “Robbie” Joseph Wells (Amir Mitchell-Townes)

born January 8th, 2023 (Capricorn); 17; the second youngest

named after both his biological parents’ fathers; goes by the name Red Arrow in the field which made Thea so happy

he uses a recurve bow like his mother did which Jade made for him out of iron wood

he has Wally’s speed, but he prefers using it as a last resort to one, fuck with people, and two, because he didn’t people suddenly getting bright and making a connection between him, Speedy-the-archer, and his sister, Speedy-the-speedster

random citizen: how does Red Arrow have super speed? are the rumors about Kid Flash and Speedy true? Robbie: this is an illusionnnnnn, you are having a dreammmmm

between his speed and flawless aim, Robbie never really saw the need for formal fight training; he can throw a punch, but he can’t parkour off of skyscrapers like Frankie and Jade

he also has very keen senses, and his reflexes are insane

the only one allowed to go grocery shopping because his family has no sense of anything, specifically, Frankie ‘what even is a nutrient? idk’ Queen and Tess ‘expiration dates are optional’ Wells; over 50% of the family is made up of speedsters, yet no one other than Robbie has half a mind to get something other than Big Belly Burger all day any day and everyday

Oliver, Caitlin and Alex cried when he brought home apples; they fight over who gets to give him a ride to the store

Kara once went with him and claimed that carrying groceries with him made her daily work out seem like a piece of cake, like, why does this child still continue to go to the gym?

loves to cook and is constantly experimenting with different flavours and combinations of flavours

usually they turn out well, but on the off chance they don’t, Frankie will eat literally anything that’s either carbs or sugar

he has all of Grandma Esther’s recipes and Iris and Joe both swear that Robbie chasing people out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon during Thanksgiving is like Grandma Esther come back to life

he prefers like, chicken dinners and pastas and lasagnas and such to desserts, which Frankie claims is such a waste because his matcha white chocolate chip cookies are the best thing on the planet

Frankie can reorganize their linen closet to her heart’s content for the gazillionth time, but she will never be able to fit months of Thanksgiving leftovers fit for five speedsters into their tiny fridge the way that Robbie can

he’s also great when he comes to packing

Frankie and Jade might be like martial arts prodigies or whatever, but Robbie’s the real ninja of the family - he sneaks up on everyone, and no one has any idea how he does it, and they can never tell when he’s about to strike

observant as hell, which means that he always knows what’s up with siblings and his parents and just about everyone, and can read them like an open book

which is annoying because they can never do the same with him; his poker face is on a whole other level, which is why he’s the one always chosen to go undercover cuz the rest of his siblings would probably have a meltdown and accidentally give their firstborn away

it’s actually a little scary; also, Robbie on vs off the field is like watching yin and yang; the first couple times he went out on the field, everyone was freaked out by his demeanor because he was so stoic and serious and not kind eyes and gentle smiles (which honestly is not a thing during his solo missions because he’s not the family prankster for nothing)

because of his observant nature, he also knows everything there is to know about everyone

which is a problem because he always knows when to call bullshit

has this tendency to second guess every single thing that he does; actually thinks that nothing he does is ever good enough

he’s a social butterfly, super friendly, life of the party - extremely different from Zander in that Zander is a ray of sunshine, but he prefers small groups of friends, like not more than three people please and thank you

remember when Frankie quit piano after two seconds? guess who ended up having to take her lessons?

Frankie: you’re a literal musical prodigy, if anything, I did you a favour Robbie: I dream of throwing you like a lightning bolt

sometimes he sees Jade conquering her life the way that she does and feels like crap because he needs to talk himself down from spiraling when he has too much on his plate, and he has WAY too much on his plate, like, drink a milkshake and chill

really good with kids, has been babysitting since he was twelve; he’s like the perfect balance of ‘tickle monster’ and ‘eat your veggies’

would use desserts to sneak in vegetables (it’s what he does for his siblings)

lives off coffee (literally walks away from his coach when he goes on this tangent about how ‘your body is a temple’)

functions on like three hours of sleep, like, what is sleep?

Theresa “Tess” Morgan Wells (Talia Jackson)

born November 5th, 2024 (Scorpio); 16; youngest; Jesse was so adamant on not having kids because being a meta and a speedster at that, she didn't want to risk it, but after running into her doppelganger on Earth 22 who once had similar concerns, she changed her mind

she was named after Jesse's late mother Tess Morgan

Harry got so emotional he actually had to leave the room so no one would see him cry

goes by Speedy on the field

Cisco: You can’t be a speedster named Speedy. Thea, who only heard ‘you can’t be’: My daughter can be whatever the hell she wants. Wally & Jesse: Aw, babe, that’s so sweet... but like, think this through. Tess: Ignore them. I chose my superhero name. Thea: Awesome! What is it? Tess, using the same smile that Oliver once did when he ‘accidentally’ ran over Thea’s lego castle: Speedy. Thea: You’re grounded.

Tess has the spirit of an elderly person screaming “you kids get off my lawn” and fun fact, she once did so at age 4 and the kids on the lawn thought it was super adorable until she started throwing toy cars at them

Jesse blames Oliver

Thea blames Harry

Wally blames them all

despite being the youngest, Tess is the one to mother them all, she is the only responsible child in the family

she is actually the closest to William in that they're constantly going off about how stupid their siblings are; Tess claims she has it worse because “Dawn and Connor may run in without a plan and whatnot, but at least they've never accidentally launched a space shuttle to freaking Saturn (Frankie), or cut the Eiffel tower in half (Jade), or gotten banned from Nevada because they accidentally sent it spiraling through a black hole (Zander), or caused a war between Earth 3 and Earth 19 (Robbie)”

she’s also the biggest worrywart, and because she is allergic to emoting and basically a splitting image of her grandpa Harry, her parents and siblings and just about anyone really always feels super guilty when they do something stupid to worry her and then hear that Tess cried

you'd think that being the little angel she is, she'd like to keep her space tidy, but nooooooo; her room is a pigsty which she likes to refer to as organized chaos

Frankie calls it a toxic waste dump

Jade swears that she once sat in Tess's bean bag chair and ended up getting sucked into an alternate dimension

has this aversion to doing chores and can sense when she will be asked to do something, which leads to her promptly exiting the premises

being the control-freak that she is (like her mother, Wally, Jesse, and Oliver all say, with even Roy chiming from the great beyond or wherever), everyone assumed Tess would be an archer like her mother but she straight-up said that a bow and arrow on the field is impractical

Thea grounded her for a month

Oliver wrote her out of his will

having two speedster parents led her to have the strongest connection out of everyone to the speed force to the point where the idea of losing her powers isn't as daunting as losing her connection to the speed force

a cat person, hence why Zippy the ninja with a penchant for hiding out in people’s closets exists

Zander, Frankie and Jade refuse to believe that this kid just went up to their parents at age seven and asked for a cat, and then got one

despite the huge age difference between her and Zander, and being closest to Robbie in that they share literally everything, she actually has this tendency to cling to him whenever she’s scared or confused

she’ll always pick him for advice over anyone else

Zander actually used to sing Cheer Up by A Great Big World to her when she was younger

even when she got a little older, she used to poke him awake and he’d always go back to her room and stay with her until she fell asleep

Tess was by far the most affected by his moving out, sometimes she’d just got into his mostly empty bedroom and sit there and stare at every item missing from his room (no one else in the family ever made any move to disturb her)

Zander started calling every night to check up on her

she’d pretend to be annoyed, but he knew she was smiling the whole time

oreos are her weakness

enjoys photography

married to her computer, aka, the love of her life (her words)

A few things that I want to point out…

Speedy^Cubed got married on Earth 2 and decided to permanently move there mainly because Earth 1 already had so many superheroes and Wally and Thea ended getting more attached to it than even Jesse is.

They weren’t sure if their kids would want to operate from Earth 2 because like their father, all of them were out on the field during massive team-ups, and they were worried that their kids would love the idea of working with everyone else so much that they’d want to move (which all three of them of support, but later on tear up about). To their surprise, every single of their kids preferred to operate as part of Team Speedy^Cubed on Earth 2, mainly because Earths 1 and 38 have like four teams between them and Earth 2 has like, two heroes outside of their parents, both of whom are retired. It might also be because they love their parents, but no one other than Zander would ever admit it.

All three of them made a collective decision to keep their own last names though, that’s one thing that they were very adamant on, which their kids are constantly complaining about as they made that decision when they were at a point in their lives where having kids was the furthest thing on their mind.

This obviously means that their kids all have different last names, but they secretly think that it’s actually kind of helpful because on whatever Earth they may be on, each of their parents’ last names comes in real handy! Like, “oh, a Queen?! can’t piss you off in any way, shape or form!” // “detective/captain/lieutenant/sergeant West’s grandchild? by all means, have the key to the city!” // “professor Wells’s grandchild? well damn, now I have to give you clearance to enter this highly secure facility that not even the president knows about!”

KJ Apa, Olivia Holt and Lana Condor are all 21, which boggles my mind because if you’d told me that Olivia was 21, I would believe no questions asked, but KJ and Lana?! KJ looks at least 25, and with Lana I MIGHT believe you if said she was 19, so it all works out in the end.

I wasn’t sure what codenames to give Frankie and Jade. I nearly had them be Artemis and Cheshire before I changed Frankie’s choice of weapons and decided that the team is better off with one archer. Then, as I was thinking of a cool name, it kind of dawned on me that a common theme among assassins and special ops and such are to have bird names as their codenames, so I chose literal birds of prey as their superhero names because I just thought it would be cool to include the Birds of Prey somehow. This also means that I saw a lot of pictures of birds and had nightmares for the three consecutive nights.

Personally, I think Jesse seems like the type of person who has zero self-control when it comes to impulsively spending her money. She’s like that one person who has to get something from Cinnabon every time she walks by it, and she doesn’t even really like Cinnabon to begin with. Wally is big on saving and Thea’s just a lot more tactful when it comes to her spending habits because unlike her lovely wife, she’d probably get something on sale or use like 100 different coupons (she owned a nightclub, businesses are already so expensive to run, but alcohol being sold at the price that it is makes it 400x worse, she knows what her money’s worth).

Tess Morgan was actually Earth 1 Harrison Wells’ wife, so since we never learned Jesse’s mom’s name, I made the executive decision to declare that it’s Tess Morgan.

#speedy^3 #speedy^cubed #speedy^3 kids #speedy^cubed kids #temmie-loony #feel free to unfollow me after whatever this mess was #but like also I've grown super attached to these non-existent children #childofsquidward

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