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"Dodgeball Dean" - Markers and Colored Pencils

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[thebeautyofspn]

4x13 After School Special

[apollos-constant-crisis]

for my very small audience in the venn diagram

[anemicpopnatural]

"In my mind, I was sitting there thinking that, you know, it was like this flashback. You know they say that when you're about to die your life flashes before you?"

It's all coming back to me now //

Destiel

[dreamytfw]

We get a Supernatural reboot, but it's a reboot of the anime.

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

the year is 2026. the Enochian dub of 15x18 drops: Cas's speech is just him screaming I'M GAYLY HOMOSEXUAL FOR THIS MAN IN A QUEER WAY I SWEAR BY EVERY FRUIT IN THIS DAMN CLUB. they’re canon again for the 723rd time. Misha breaks his own record of days being bisexual by two weeks. Jensen legally changes his name to Dean Winchester. Lil Nas X announces he’s running for governor by posting the Destiel Delivers the News meme. Tumblr buys the rights to Supernatural and orders a third prequel series set in Superhell. 5 November is declared a bank holiday.

[qapsiel]

to cas, from dean xoxo be mine

"Oh, will we play dodgeball? I have no idea how it works, but it seems to be quite popular."

[apollos-constant-crisis]

Selkie episode about domestic abuse.

Sam, Dean and/or Cas hear about a string of murders in a seaside town up in New England, and decide to check it out on a whim. It’s a milk run, and no big deal if it’s nothing, right?

but then they start investigating, and they find out the killer is this woman who can’t be more than 25. They catch her in the middle of a murder, weeping, apologizing, her movements jerky, not hers. They think demon/ghost but no. She explains the selkie lore™ and that her husband stole her skin, and is forcing her to kill for him. And the worst part? She’s been forbidden from finding her skin.

So obviously Dean gos out to find the skin, and Sam gets to have a talk with this woman about how he knows what it’s like to not have your body be yours, to see your arm lift and know you didn’t move it. And like, through shenanigans the husband gives her an order to kill Sam so it’s a race against the inevitable. Dean finds the skin, she apologizes, and gets her freedom back.

And before she jumps into the water, another seal goes to the surface, and the biggest twist of all LESBIAN SELKIES.

goodnight.

If you could write an episode of supernatural, what would it be?

[geesenoises]

DnD: dungeons and draco

for @quail-in-red. this is just further proof that if anybody shows even the slightest interest in one of my dumb jokes, i crumble and perform like a silly jester at once. based on this post i made last year and rediscovered today about hp wizards playing DnD.

Dean didn’t give a lot of details when he invited Harry to his weekly dungeons and dragons game, but the last person Harry expected to see at the table was Draco Malfoy.

“We started a game together when we were, er,” Dean trailed off.

“When we were prisoners in Draco's house!” Luna finished for him brightly.

Malfoy didn’t say anything, just met Harry’s eyes stolidly and then went to fuss with the small pile of papers and cards in front of him.

Harry shared a look with Ron, who was already sitting between Dean and Hermione, and then sighed inwardly and took the last remaining seat between Seamus and Luna. He pulled out the premade character sheet Dean had owled him last week. It was wrinkled from having nearly been lost in a pile of post and then hastily shoved in Harry’s pocket before flooing to Dean’s flat. 

Harry looked around the table. Malfoy’s stack of papers was bigger than anyone else’s, even Hermione’s. And why did he have so many cards? There was a little wooden tray in front of him too. The dice in the tray looked iridescent, catching and reflecting the light. Trust Malfoy to have expensive poncy accessories. Why was he even here? Did he even like DnD? He’d grown up around magic his whole life; what did he need to pretend for?

“And so let’s go around and introduce our characters,” Dean finished. Harry had missed his whole introduction. “Since Draco and Luna have played before, we’ll start with them.”

Malfoy straightened up a little, carefully picking up his character sheet even though it seemed like he was so familiar with it, he didn’t need to reference it. “I’m Mike, a level three call center operator. I’m twenty-three years old, originally from Essex and just moved to London. I played football in uni, but am feeling less fit now that I have a job where I sit all day.”

Luna went next and spoke in a surprisingly deep voice. “My name is Archie, and I’m a level six IT consultant. I’m forty-six years old, originally from Norwich, but I moved to London for uni and never left. I’ve been married to my wife, Evelyn, for twenty years and we have two children and a cocker spaniel named Rosa.”

Harry stared down at the character sheet in front of him. He hadn’t looked at it before grabbing it in his rush to get here on time. It told him he was meant to be playing Grace, a 29 year old paramedic who’d grown up in London and recently broken up with her fiance after finding out he had cheated on her. She had a cat named Pomegranate. Harry didn’t know much about tabletop games, but there had been a group of kids that Dudley’s gang would sometimes target instead of Harry who had played. And what he’d overhead from their games didn’t sound anything like this.

“Hang on, these are just normal people; we’re all humans with muggle jobs. I thought we were playing dungeons and dragons, you know, with magic involved.”

Malfoy glared at him. “Weren’t you paying attention, Potter? Dean just explained the premise of our campaign.”

Harry didn’t want to admit to Malfoy he’d been too busy wondering what his dice were made of. He looked away from Malfoy to Dean. “Er, sorry. I was… distracted.”

Dean sighed but looked more resigned than irritated at having to explain again. “When I started the game with Draco and Luna, they got confused by the magic system because actual magic doesn’t work the way it does in DnD, so I made up a slightly different game we could play. We’re a group of Londoners in a recreational dodgeball league.”

“And honestly, Harry, it doesn’t feel right pretending to be of magical creature heritage for a game,” Hermione added. “Think of what kind of hurtful stereotypes we could fall into.”

“Okay…” Harry said slowly. It still felt strange, but now that he thought about it, he supposed he didn’t need to spend his Thursday evenings pretending to be part of a group camping out and hunting evil. Once per lifetime was enough without having to do it recreationally in the realm of imagination.

Harry smoothed out his character sheet again and introduced the group to Grace.

not sure if there will be more, but we're all shipping mike/grace right?

[shallowseeker]

Jack still wakes Dean up on occasion. He just does it from a distance.

[majosullivan]

So in the dashboard simulator many students used Internet lingo and memes, was it A) just the recently died students that knew how memes work B) if you get tumblr you automatically start talking like that C) they got a specific lesson on tumblr usage, I'm talking the Deans explaining the Apollo dodgeball thing and making live examples to show its function. Like what's the lore here

I would say it’s a mix of B and C, with the Deans giving them a quick presentation on how things work before immediately throwing them into it to see how they adapt. Watching the students try to manage everything is like a side show for them from the main competition. A quick laugh. Mourn claims to hate it, Merry adores it and enjoys keeping him up to date on what’s being posted

Merry: [scrolling through his dash] How does it feel being voted the worse dean of the academy?

Mourn: In an academy filled with neanderthals I wear it as a damn badge of honour, and can you plea-

Merry: [smirking] What about one of the students comparing you to Tweedledum?

Mourn: [shoving Merry’s head out the way so he can read the post] WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!

[oldguardleatherdog]

We Don't Have Nixon To Kick Around Anymore

50 years on from The Resignation, a glancing elegy

On the night of August 8, 1974, as I sat on the big couch in our livingroom with one eye on the TV and the other on the cast on my left arm (another fractured wrist, this time from being last kid standing in a game of Bombardment at 6th grade recess - dodgeball with three balls - I made a heroic dive, felt the sproinggg! as I landed hard, and I knew another trip to Dr. MacFarland was in my near future), I saw the familiar jowls of President Nixon fill the screen on the Zenith, knowing that what Gerald Ford would soon call "our long national nightmare" was about to come to its once unlikely, suddenly imminent end.

For most of 1973 and all of 1974, the Watergate scandal had consumed the nation, crowding out the summer daytime programming (what? no Jeopardy or Concentration or that wild guy from Canada with the 'fro and the stache on a lame game called The Wizard of Odds named Alex Trebek? We had to go outside and play?), making unlikely household names of obscurocrats like John Dean and G. Gordon Liddy and Jeb Stuart Magruder, spawning what we would call memes today featuring Tricky Dick caricatures with endless snorts on Hollywood Squares and Laugh-In, and getting 12-year-old factory town kids engaged with politics in surprising ways (for two years, our Social Studies classes were a hotbed of partisan debate, and I lost ten cents betting on McGovern over Nixon in '72).

We all knew the end was close - the local headlines in giant type screaming "Nixon Resignation is Near" were belaboring the obvious by then - and as the President droned on, I listened for the cue to look at the screen...

"Therefore," - my family and I swiveled our heads in unison - "I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office."

And just like that, it was over.

The next day, I watched as the Nixons took their final walk across the White House lawn towards the helicopter that would carry them away from Washington and into history, Julie and Tricia and their husbands bearing them up, then the long-suffering Pat who God only knows how she held it together at that scorching, searing moment -

and last, the old crook himself, turning to face the Fords and the gathered staff and America and the world one last time, extending both arms out and up "stiff as a board" as the NBC News anchor remarked, his hands making the peace sign (peace! Jesus Christ, I learned in that instant where irony ended and satire began) in the posture we knew so well, and then just like that, they were gone.

And here we are, half a century hence, my wrist long since healed, wondering how the hell I got old, casting my baleful eye across our miserable mise-en-scène, trying to figure out just where we lost the thread and took the turn that got us back into the same damn jam squared - hell, cubed - and yearning for such a clear-cut, uncomplicated, and decisive ending to our long national nightmare once again.

[Excerpt from the "Checkers Speech", UVA's Miller Center via Vimeo]

[dynamic-k]

:D

U back :) So how was camp? :>

IT WAS AMAZING AND AMAZING AND AMAZING AND-

I'm an ambivert, but the instant I set foot on campgrounds I was in full extrovert jittery ramble mode for some reason-

I quickly bonded with my cabin mates, had fun with this thing called axe throwing [where i get ta yeet little axe hatchet things at a target and surprisingly I was good at it], sipped on brewed coffee since there wasn't espresso, played dodgeball and broke my glasses when a ball smacked me right in the face, but i had my superglue and a spare pair of glasses, so i repaired the fracture, left it to set, and walked back into the gym building to play more dodgeball-

I went down the potato-sack slide [a hard plastic big long slide that you sit on a potato sack and slide down, it's so fun~], did this awesome zipline at least 50 times over the week, discovered I love high speed activities, got 11,000 steps Sunday, 19,000 steps Monday, 21,000 steps Wednesday, 18,000 steps on Thursday when my legs felt a teeny bit sore, and I forgot the general amounts for Friday and Saturday, but they were about the same amount with minor fluctuation.

I played a cool game on the beach in a flat sandy area on day one, Sunday, and it's called Dragon Ball. IT'S SO COOL, IT'S A LITTLE LIKE DODGEBALL, BUT WITH EXTRA STUFF-

So- Two teams are in the middle of a giant circle to be the last team standing, and every other team stands on the outskirts of the big circle with access to balls. :D Teehee, yey for game violence-

[except the balls don't really hurt- I got hit on the cheek once and was fine-]

The two teams are individual 'dragons'. The head of the dragon wears a colored headband, and every other member of that team makes a train of people by setting both hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them.

But the people on the outside of the circle cannot just target the head of the dragon and get that person out to immediately kill the entire team, you have to hit the backmost person first and work your way up to the head dragon person with many shots.

IT. WAS. EPIC.

apparently, I am good at aiming balls where I want and I got QUITE a lot of people out, my competitive personality completely taking over-

I ended up as the head dragon, wearing this lime green neon green headband [soft, fuzzy, stretchy little thing~] Our team was originally contemplating doing like- A rock, paper, scissors tournament to decide who would wear the headband and be the head dragon, meaning that the moment all your team is out and you are the last one, you are quickly targeted. And the balls tend to come from all directions, as you're in a circle. Now, I am really good at ducking and dodging by looking at ball trajectory [I love high speed reflexive games~], but being in a circle and surrounded on every side does ush the limits of my ability to see what is coming for me.

Before the game began and we understood the rules, our dean, Gabe, called the names of who was on what team, one team at a time, and one of the two counselors on each team grabbed a random headband from the bag [as it doesn't matter if two or more dragon teams get the same color, we still know who wins and who doesn't].

Anyway, I looked at the bag of headbands, intrigued and wanting to pick one out too, but only one headband per team is taken, and my counselor had already selected a neon green one and left, leaving me to follow in mild disappointment I cannot wear a headband.

Then I discover that I could actually wear the headband, if my team let me be the head of the dragon~

So, I jokingly, actually I was quite serious, told my team I just really wanted a headband. Nathan, my other counselor aside Clare, was super nice, he offered it to me to my surprise, and since I knew I was proficient in dodging and had spoken this to my team, I was shockingly just handed the headband-

I love that thing an unusual amount- It's a cheap, fuzzy neon green piece of stretchy fabric in a circle band, to be worn on the head. I have an attachment to it.

We had great fun, and when I inevitably was in the "Ring of Fire", as Clare dubbed the circle everyone with balls stood in, I was eventually the last remaining member on my team.

I stuck close to the other team's dragon, which had around 4 or 5 people left to get out, and i was by myself. I did this thing where i stepped backward and then forward and rotated and tried to move fast so I could be unpredictable, and it did keep me in for a good 2 minutes before I didn't see one ball heading my way and got hit in de cheek. [was fine, i promise- they don't hurt that much at all-]

I had fun even though our team was eliminated~ I LOVE MURDERING DRAGONS WITH DODGEBALLS OKAY- /insanity-toned

Afterward, I removed the headband, unsure where we were supposed to return it, but then I wondered if I could keep it. I didn't feel right walking off with it, since I wasn't sure how valuable they were or if the camp needed them for something else later, so I found Clare and asked him.

Clarence, Clare, my family group leader and the father of the dean who runs everything, he let me keep my headband.

He originally stood there and stared at the headband, unsure for a moment, I stood there and widened my eyes and basically pleading expression with my hands behind my back in a joking way.

BUT HE SAID I COULD KEEP IT, SO I SCURRIED OFFFFFFFFFF

I wore it every day, entire rest of the week, and made it part of my personality~ XD

HEADBAND- :D

there are more stories, but I have been quite busy since returning from camp, and hardly have time unless I really make time-

Like, using the bathroom while on a device and monitoring any and all online work or notifications, or using my lunch break exercise time to sit on the couch and be inactive so I can try to work through more of the emails I've gotten~ MULTITASKING HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

:3 I've been brainrotting stuff-

I've been brainrotting so much Spark AU, and also some Second's Tale because I'm trying to figure out the ending that I never planned-

Second's Tale is so stuck right now, but I wanna update it so badddlyyyyy

also the poor poor Guessing Game- I'M SORRY LEENA-

..plus a few other fics..

And here I am with a new AU idea too- *sheepish* Can't say nothing, can't say it-

I wanna try and finish the entire AU before I publish, that way I don't end up hooking people and getting everyone riled up and impatient for this new thing of mine- I can bring it to completion first! (That may.. take a while. BUT NEW AU-)

The only downside might be the fact I kinda got tired for a few days afterward? Like- I used up so much extrovert-ish energy at camp, and then kinda went strangely peaceful and quiet for some time afterward, like my introvertism tendencies are trying to balance out all the energy I used.

I wouldn't even call that too much a downside, except for the fact I felt bad for not responding to online stuff right away, and my brain felt slower to function and process. I tend to beat myself up when I have difficulty doing stuff, lol-

[apollos-constant-crisis]

so as a combination spn fan and pie maker, everyone wildly underestimates how long it takes to make one of those fuckers. Like yeah, the average bake time for a pie is an hour, but that’s ignoring prep time. Pie crust after it’s initially made needs to sit for 2-3 hours in the fridge to combine further. This stops gluten from forming so your crust tastes good, and keeps your butter cold! You can not have a pie at 6 if you start at 4, unless your crust was made in advance, and even then it still has to cool for 30 minutes. Pies are a labor of love, please stop writing them to take 20 minutes.

[saltygilmores]

After seeing this post, @frazzledsoul and I have been busy pulling a Rory and making an exhaustive Chilton Vs SHH ProCon list. I'm surprised I could come up with so many Pro SHH points when I mock the school ever so relentlessly. As always feel free to chime in. CONS OF SHH School is located in Stars Hollow, Connecticut :( You have to go to school with Dean Forrester Shitty Principal & Guidance Counselor Lorelai Gilmore and Miss Patty are always hanging around the school looking for teenage boys to snack on Everyone in town knows your fucking business... except when they don't (like how Jess' classmates had no idea he wasn't going to school or that he supposedly pulled the fire alarm or stole 500 baseballs) and high school gossip has the potential to become Town Meeting material for a bunch of old retirees and other adult losers with no lives Your classmates talk about Rory Gilmore constantly.

PROS OF SHH You get to go school with Jess (con: he's only there half the time) The cafeteria food presumably sucks, but you can nip right across the street to Luke's (even though you never actually see any high schoolers eating there except Rory and her crew) or to Doose's for snacks Lorelai Gilmore comes to give a presentation after school and you can humiliate her in front of the class Site of a famous homicide, get to hear your school's name on true crime podcasts for decades to come When Jess Mariano makes millions of dollars from his writing and is famous (after beating the murder charges) you can say you went to school with him When Shane Campbell becomes a famous homicide victim, you can say you went to school with her During gym class you can throw dodgeballs at Dean Forrester Little to no academic pressure so you can do whatever. A lot of substitutes because no decent teacher wants to teach there full time. Roll out the tv/vcr combo cart!

CONS OF CHILTON English teacher is banging your mom DIet Logan (aka Tristan) (and even though he was expelled, you'll never truly get rid of him, because like cockroaches Tristans multiply fruitfully and he has dozens of clones at that school) Shitty Principal with a fake posh accent Shitty Guidance Counselor who doesn't impress upon you the important or existence of extra cirriculars and safety schools Can't be a lonely introvert in peace without the guidance counselor telling you you're a friendless loser Dorky uniforms Academic pressure out the ying yang, which may lead to Dropping Out Of Yale Everyone knows and spreads your fucking business here too and your high school gossip can become country club gossip for old ass high society people with nothing better to talk about

PROS OF CHILTON Madelyn and Louise hook you up with cute guys (and drugs, alcohol and parties, although that's happening at SHH as well, when you're living in The Hollow you have to numb the pain somehow) and provide you sexual wisdom and gossip Madelyn becomes famous multi millionaire after inventing the Amazon Alexa for the school business fair and you can say you went to school with her

School newspaper that nobody reads has many uses, like bird cage liner or spitball material Witnessing the burning hot homoerotic chemistry between Rory Gilmore and Paris Geller Every so often, you can manage to get away with shit (like skipping school to take a bus to new york city and nobody notices) (but don't you dare be late to an exam because you had a car accident) A variety of interesting after school clubs like botany, role playing, loom weaving, and hitting up all the rich kids who know where to find the best drugs

Better lunches

(Except when its White Bread Wednesday, Rory's favorite day):

[theladyofrosewater]

What I think we're going to get in Act Two ( I didn't look at spoilers so if these are correct then it's because I got hit with the dodgeball nothing else)

Divorce Part Two: Electric Bugaloo with Jayce and Viktor after Jayce frees himself from the weird dimension thingy he's stuck in. They will definitely fight or something at least verbally they do.

Singed releases Warwick cause Piltover attacks his lab and he's like "fuck it if the dog bites you thats ur problem" and then disappears to build Orianna or something

After Divorce Part Two, Jayce convinces Caityln that she needs to send the Noxien forces to Viktor's cult for some reason.

Prison break time with Jinx but she ends up freeing some members of Viktor's cult and follows them for some reason, maybe cause Sevika told her she needs to have more allies and honestly Jinx going "ah yes a cult seems like great people to ally myself with" just makes sense to me

Mel will escape the backrooms or where ever the fuck the Black Rose put her cause she's smart like that but she won't make it back to Piltover until act three

Ekko goes to college??? or is the new assistant to the dean's academy

Caityln will have a snapping moment but only at the VERY end and try to find Vi again

Pitfight Vi but at least she can hang out with her dad again