#foaming at my mouth because we have been waiting years for them to come to this point 😭 actually crying screaming pulling my hair out rn

[pcrtgasdace]

[rachelzeglertruther]

Why You're Wrong About Rachel Zegler

This is a long post, but there's a lot of context missing from the Rachel Zegler "discourse" that I thought I could add with my history of watching this unfold from the beginning.

The Snow White Thing

You probably know this part. There's a curated video of Rachel going viral, framed to make her seem like she's never seen Snow White, she hates the story, she hates the character, she's ungrateful, and single-handedly ruined Disney's brand. The clips from these videos are not new— they were released nearly a year ago in September 2022 and nobody cared about them at the time. Why? Because all the full interviews she did that day at the Disney Exo in 2022 showed a young, charming woman who was excited and proud to be cast in an iconic role. The interviews were very well received and it was a non story. Now that it's been edited down and cut together in a malicious way, and the people sharing them are purposefully misquoting her, they've twisted the context. Normally, this would be a non controversy. Even if that video wasn't taken out of context and spliced together to make her seem like she hates the film, most people wouldn't care. The issue is the response to the video.

Let's get this out of the way: Rachel Zegler doesn't hate Snow White. She relayed that she was afraid of the forest scene as a child and didn't revisit it again until after she was cast in the role. She has since then watched it several times and has expressed for YEARS before that interview came out that she was incredibly honored and grateful to be playing such an iconic Disney princess. If you watch the full videos that those clips came from, this comes across immediately to anyone with their own mind. If you hate someone for being scared of something as a child, I don't know what to tell you. If the role was being given to the biggest Snow White fan, you would be correct that she doesn't deserve it. Unfortunately for you, this role requires talent and Rachel has the Golden Globe and critical acclaim from people who matter within the industry (her peers and critics).

You know who does hate their beloved characters in beloved franchises but the general public still applauds them? Harrison Ford, Sean Connery, Daniel Craig, and Robert Pattinson. They've all expressed outright contempt for the roles and the films they were part of, but nobody cared. People had fun with their quotes but they still respected them. Rachel said nothing even closely resembling their remarks, but she's being torn to shreds. Are we seeing a pattern here?

Rachel never said a single bad thing about the character or the animated film— she said that it was outdated and that set people over the edge, foaming at the mouth to have her burned at the stake. If you think it would be perfectly fine to have a movie about an abused 14 year old girl run away to play housemaid for a bunch of men, get kissed in her sleep/death by an adult man, and then wake up to fall into his arms in 2024, that's certainly a hot take. If you're against remakes, direct your ire at Disney. But if you truly think that plot would work with young girls today, you're the one who's out of touch. It would do far more harm than good to portray a young woman in that light.

She also never said that there was anything wrong with romance or love. She said that the new Snow White wasn't only dreaming of that. I can't stress enough that this wasn't her decision… she was describing the plot of the new film that was written by Greta Gerwig and approved by Disney. There's a prince in the film and he will also have a more developed personality and storyline. If you have a problem with the writing, wait until it comes out so you can write your strongly worded letter to Greta. If you have a problem with the concept in general, take it up with Disney. There's no need for you to be defensive over hurting the legacy of a multi-billion dollar company or a 87 year old cartoon written by a proud racist antisemite. This is the most confusing part of the hate campaign to me because it wasn't even her opinion— she was literally describing the plot of the film she had nothing to do with. It also isn't a new thing. Disney actors have been promoting their newer films this way for years.

It's perfectly okay to like things that are problematic. It's becoming an issue that we refuse to acknowledge that maybe some things we love are harmful. What we can't do is justify why it's not problematic, and in fact everyone who calls it out is the problem and NOT their precious cartoon. The 1937 Snow White was an amazing feat of animation. It's a classic for a reason. But it was also Hitler's favorite film and was directed by a white supremacist (the one who is "rolling in his grave" due to Rachel's existence, according to his son). Things don't exist in a vacuum and we can't ignore the bad parts.

How We Got Here:

The thing that everyone is missing is the source of this campaign. This started in September of 2020 when transphobic actor Gina Carano made fun of trans people by changing her pronouns to beep/bop.boop. Rachel indirectly called her out by coming to the defense of the trans community.

She never called out Gina by name (though she rightfully could have). Mind you, Rachel's first film hadn't come out yet. Nobody knew who she was outside of those of us who were anticipating West Side Story and were fans of her covers on YouTube. She was a "nobody" in the industry. Take this part with a grain of salt because I can't confirm it, but Gina and her fans directly blame Rachel for her being banned from Twitter. Again, I really don't think that matters as she's harmful to the trans community and shouldn't have a platform. What does matter is that fans of Gina (which, let's be real, are just fans of transphobia) have been stalking Rachel's every move since then. Unfortunately for them, there wasn't much they could use against her other than to call her woke and #snowbrown when she was cast a year later as the Disney princess. The noise has always been there, but unless you were a fan of hers, you probably didn't hear about it. It wasn't until two years after this that they had something else against her.

If you've recently seen a video of Rachel crying circulating that claims to be her reaction to the recent Snow White backlash, it's an old video. It's from a vlog from her youtube channel posted in June 2022. It was in response to these exact same transphobic anti-woke conservatives who thought that they had something when she did an interview on the red carpet of the Shazam premiere. When asked why she joined the DC universe, she responded "I needed a job." It was generally well received by most people who thought it was cute and funny, but those who were waiting in the shadows latched onto it as an excuse to send her death threats.

The video was also about a month after she was invited to present at the 2022 Oscars and was made to seem like she bullied the Academy (as a no name newcomer, mind you) into letting her attend. In reality, a fan left a comment on her Instagram asking what she was wearing to the event. She responded that she wasn't invited but would be rooting for everyone from her couch in her boyfriend's pajamas. It was the public who demanded she get an invite and the Oscar's must have agreed that it was very odd that the lead actress of a film that was nominated for Best Film wouldn't get an invite. Whether it was an oversight on their part or a scheduling issue with Rachel's filming, I truly think there was no malicious intent from either party. Keep in mind, she used to be very active with her fans (she's a huge fangirl of things herself and has always had a strong relationship with her fans) and she wasn't used to her comments becoming articles and national tv segments. This was the first time it happened to her. It appears she learned that she's not just a girl who posts on YouTube anymore and she's going to be put under a microscope for every move she makes. She has since shut down her Instagram comments and rarely interacts with fans outside of liking comments these days because of this.

I know this is long, but I need people to understand where this is all coming from. It didn't just happen out of nowhere. It's an orchestrated campaign built by violent conservatives, and thousands of women who saw Barbie this summer are hopping on the bandwagon to beat another woman into submission because they have a lot of internalized misogyny to deal with. She's not smug, you just hate women. It's okay to find people annoying, but it's valuable to look into why you think that. If you see a confident young woman expressing views that don't actually harm anyone and you think she needs to be "humbled" and "put in her place" by the entire internet dogpiling her, you've lost your mind. Using "body language experts" (fake job) to diagnose her as a psychopath is so vile. Everytime someone mentions her name online, the comments beneath it are full of the most violent, misogynistic, racist things I've ever seen. If you're contributing to that, you've chosen your side. Reevaluate or seek help.

I'm tired of seeing this happen to young women. We let this happen to Jennifer Lawrence, Brie Larson, Millie Bobby Brown, Halle Bailey, and Jenna Ortega. It's one thing to call out celebrities and hold them accountable when they're doing something actively harmful, but that's not what this is about. That's never been what this is about. We pick these girls to pieces and examine them and pull them apart to justify our hatred of young women who rise to success too quickly for our liking. We dogpile and try to stamp out the flame before they burn too bright. Barbie is still in theaters and you all loved it, yet you're demanding that a bright girl with a big future be small and submissive and humbled because you have issues. That's not feminism. You're just the girls who would have bullied Weird Barbie for using her hands too much when she talks.

[jq37]

Would it be possible for you to briefly outline the gist of the Bad Kid’s relationships to each other in terms of individual pairs (i.e. Fig and Kristen, Riz and Fabian, Adaine and Gorgug, etc)? And if that’s too much, maybe specifically the Fig ones (I’m trying to get a sense of her friendships because they are so important to her).

This is SOOOOO late but I didn't have the time to write it when you sent it and then I figured I might as well wait till the end of the season to get a full picture and give the best answer. Hope it was worth the wait!

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Fig and Fabian: Fig and Fabian are the two that most closely fit the classic "cool kid" archetype (though obviously we know Fig is mainly a big sweetheart and Fabian is a loser no matter how high he rolls). As far back as S1 they were playing the party faces and schmoozing Penelope together. I think their friendship now is exemplified by the fact that when Fabian wanted to threaten his banker, Fig was there as his first mate to help out, no questions asked and no payment required. They're each others, "I can count on you to do this bullshit with me," friends.

Fig and Riz: I think Fig knows she doesn't necessarily have as much in common with Riz naturally as she does with some of her other friends but she obviously respects and deeply cares for him. The main reason she started taking her classes seriously Junior Year is because the whole party passing together was really stressing him out and she spent some of her very limited downtime sending Riz a, "Thinking of you" not to lift his spirits (though she signed it from Gorgug because she can't help being chaotic). Similarly, I think Riz obviously cares a ton for Fig even though he finds 70% of what she does crazy. Think about him following behind her to clean things up as she pretended to be a doctor and had to do surgery in Freshman Year. But I think she's helped him lean into his chaotic side a bit more as well--I always think about their side mission to hell in Soph year and her going, "Hiss at her litigator!" And at the end of Junior Year, he comes to the conclusion of, "I gotta let her do her own thing and not pressure her to live by my standards." So lots of mutual respect.

Fig and Gorgug: Fig and Gorgug have been besties and bandmates since Freshman Year. I've always had the sense that Fig has some big sister style protective feelings towards Gorgug since he's often the gentle giant of the group and this season, she hyped him up a ton with his Barbificer stuff. I would argue that, besides his parents, Fig is Gorgug's biggest cheerleader.

Fig and Adaine: Fig ALSO has sister energy with Adaine but it's less "protective older sister" and more "odd couple playfully clashing". Think them burning spellslots to fight for the best rooms in Mordred in Soph year and Adaine foaming at the mouth to get info about her crush on Ayda. They're living under the same roof so we have to assume they have a lot more interactions that we don't see and I feel like Adaine probably really enjoys that she gets to have closer to a normal sibling relationship with Fig since her blood sister is Aelwyn and that relationship is intense and meaningful but nothing approaching normal. The teasing is there but so is the genuine love--remember how devastated Fig was when Adaine was taken to Falinel in Soph year despite their best efforts? And her long hug during the Baron fight this season even though they were VERY MUCH on the clock. And Fig was Wingwomaning hard (along with the rest of the Bad Kids) to help her notice Oisin. Also think about Fig having a whole crisis of self during The Last Stand and turning to Adaine for reassurance and Adaine just going, what? Girl, no you're awesome and painting an arcane bullseye on her target so she could smite like crazy. Despite the playful ribbing, they have very supportive sister energy. "Absolutely my king, whatever you want."

Fig and Kristen: I think Fig and Kristen have two big things is common. One is they're both very chaotic people and the other is they have both gone through kind of intense rebellious periods spurred by or resulting in family trauma. Because of that, I think they likely get each other a bit better than the others might (and we can see that Fig followed in Kristen's footsteps a ton this season god-wise). Fig also decided to take on the protective, German Shepherd role over Kristen this past season which I think is partially for the bit, partially about personal development, and partially about just how much she genuinely wants to help protect Kristen.

Fabian and Riz: Classic jock/nerd friendship. The original Bardy Boys. The kind of friendship that is made special by the absolute lack of obvious commonality between the two parties. "The Ball" is a friendly nickname now. Oh how the turns have tabled.

Fabian and Gorgug: Fabian started out the series by attacking Gorgug for no good reason while he was being gifted a tin flower and midway through this season he was like Gorgug, you're quitting Bloodrush? I'm gonna miss you :(((((( even though they're still fully in a party together and spend so much time together. The bro energy has completely solidified. It's also funny that Fabian texted Gorgug like, "Congrats on making it with Mary Ann!" and Gorgug was like, "You do know I've had sex before, right? I come from an extremely sex positive household and I had a steady girlfriend for two years who also came from an extremely sex positive household." Fabian has all the aesthetics of a cool kid but Gorgug is actually about that life, lol.

Fabian and Adaine: This is another pair that I think has serious sibling energy (and not just bc they both have posh high elf backgrounds). I'm thinking about Fabian yelling for Adaine's help during The Last Stand (even though she was like why am I the one you're calling for help right now???). I'm also thinking about Adaine being like Fabian hit me :( during the Baron encounter and Fabian being outraged at the thought that he would ever hit her. I think if you asked Fabian, he'd say his best friends are Riz and Adaine (which is really funny considering they're the nerds of the group).

Fabian and Kristen: Bad decision buddies with no game who are still somehow getting their kisses in.

Riz and Gorgug: I think that Riz was one of the Bad Kids who realized how smart Gorgug really is the fastest. He's always like, "Nice one Gorgug," when he offhandedly comes up with a connection that helps solve the mystery and I feel like they have to work on gear and gadgets together. I think the fact that Riz believed Fig's lie that Gorgug wrote him the encouraging note says a lot and the fact that Gorgug immediately made him a real present (the Medal of Wit) also says a lot.

Riz and Adaine: Party nerds, investigation buddies, voices of reason with specific things that get them unreasonably angry. They are the only ones who were excited that there was an academic portion of The Last Stand. Riz made Adaine a folder with nothing in it at the beginning of Junior Year to say, "I'm not worried about you but I want you to be included anyway." Adaine in a conversation to I don't remember who said that she knows that at the very least she and Riz are going to college together. When everyone was wasting questions questioning Bakur, Riz told everyone to shut up except for Adaine and himself. They are the braincells of the operation and they have party nerd solidarity.

Riz and Kristen: I think Riz has a similar relationship to Kristen that he does to Fig. This season he was her right hand man with campaign stuff but ended the season like hey, do you. I don't want to put pressure on you. And Kristen in turn I think appreciated his efforts a bit more by the end of the season. I feel like it's easy to feel like their relationship is unbalanced but I think Riz is a lot like his dad and he not only feels weird when he's not working but also shows his love by working so it's more symbiotic than it may seem at surface level.

Gorgug and Adaine: Gorgug and Adaine don't interact the most, but I feel in my heart that they have a lot of chill, lo-fi study time together. This is me extrapolating a bit but I think they kind of inherently balance each other out. Gorgug being mechanically big and full of rage but really sweet. Adaine being small and polite but full of so much rage. In-universe you know she spends a ton of time standing directly behind him and casting spells while he soaks damage. That's gotta give you a special kind of camaraderie.

Gorgug and Kristen: Whenever I think about Gorgug and Kristen, I always picture them in Sophomore Year, Going Through It with their girlfriends at the same time, lol.

Adaine and Kristen: I think Adaine and Kristen's whole relationship is best summed up by three actions. (1) Adaine casting Friends on her to make her go to school so she won't fail and then Kristen giving her the Help action to be charmed. (2) Kristen making the effort to be mean-nice to Aelwyn because presumably Adaine told her she likes that better. (3) K2 being sent way and Kristen being like, "I did enjoy having a sister" and Adaine immediately going, "I'm your sister." (Which, from her history, you know isn't something she'd say lightly). I think Adaine is often exasperated by the insane shit Kristen does (see eg: ribbon dancing) but she was also right there hyping her up and helping her cover during the "Passed the test to give me new spells" fiasco at the food trucks. At the end of the day, Kristen respects the hell out of Adaine and Adaine is ride or die for Kristen.

[wild-lavender-rose]

Confessions

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, your friends Sam and Dean help to put the pieces back together in a very unexpected way. 

Warnings: Reference to break up, collapse, mild language 

Note: I started this a couple years ago shortly after a break up and finally decided to finish it. It’s not my usual quality of work some of the lines feel out of character and it’s super angsty and cheesy idk but I really wanted to get it finished and out of my drafts, so enjoy? 

     Sam and Dean looked up from their vampire research when you entered the bunker, their brows furrowing with concern as they took in your glassy eyes and messed up hair. 

     “Hey,” Dean called. 

     “Hey.” You gave a nod, dropping the heavy backpack you had been carrying with a thud. 

     “You okay?” Sam was already pushing back his chair. 

     “I...” You shrugged off your jacket, gaze averting to the floor. “He...He broke up with me.” 

     “What?” The chairs squeaked as the brothers stood.  

     “He thought, with us bein’ hunters and all...Didn’t want to be each other’s weakness,” you took a step forward only to have your legs give out, causing you to sink down to the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

     “Honey, woah,” Dean came around the table to kneel beside you, Sam close behind. “Easy, it’s okay.” 

     “I can never get them to stay.” You whispered, your head in your hands as Dean sat behind you and pulled you into a hug. “What's wrong with me?” 

     “It’s not you, he’s just an ass.” Sam knelt in front of you, hand resting on your leg. “Hunters suck at commitment.” 

     “I don't, you don’t.” You leaned back into Dean’s hug, tucking yourself into him as the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,” 

     “It’s not your fault, baby.” Dean ran his hand through your hair and held you close. 

     “No, I, I shouldn’t have even tried. He said, that ass,” you shoved your sleeve across your eyes, trying desperately to regain composure. “He said that he was tired of sharing me with you and Sam. That I loved you more than him. But, I tried to tell him we were just friends, but he didn’t believe me.” You shook your head against a fresh wave of tears. “I’m such an idiot.” 

     “Why?” Sam asked, his voice soft. 

     “Because,” you looked at the floor, hot shame flooding over you. “Because it’s true.” You whispered. “I love you and I love Sam.” 

     Dean���s hand froze in your hair, his body stiffening. You could feel him looking over your head at Sam, no doubt having a whole conversation in that nonverbal brother code of theirs. You hated yourself for saying anything. Now it was all over. Your friendship would be awkward and stilted now. No stolen hugs and nights of falling asleep on their shoulders during long car rides under the guise of simple friendship. They would know your intentions now. Know that you loved them. 

    “Sorry,” you whimpered, starting to untangle yourself from the two of them. 

     The last thing you expected was for Dean’s arms to tighten around you. “Where you going, sweetheart?” 

     “To bed.” You pushed weakly at his arms, not truly wanting to escape his warmth. “Tomorrow I gotta find a spell that makes you forget what I just said,” 

     “You hear her, Sammy? Our girl wants to go to bed.” 

     “Come here,” in one smooth motion Sam pulled you into his arms and picked you up off the floor. “Whose bed do you want to be in?” 

     “Mine.” Dean grinned. “It’s got memory foam.” 

     “I don't, wait, but you,” you covered your mouth, hardly daring to breathe. “You...both of you?” 

     “From the day we met you.” Sam kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. Coming, Dean?”

     “Right behind you.” Dean got to his feet and followed you and Sam with a mischievous grin. 

And that was how the three of you started the beginning of forever. 

[aanoia]

heyy! Could you do a fic where reader try’s to kms and JJ walks in on her unconscious and he finds letters that reader wrote for him and the pogues so he’s in panic because he new about this but couldn’t do anything so he tries to wake her up and reader wakes up after half an hour in his arms and he’s crying

thanks!

I finally am getting it out haha! I'm sorry it took so long! Thank you for being patient, I made some adjustments to the request, I hope you're okay with them!

I can't lose my girl

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary; JJ finds his girlfriend in a horrifying state after wanting to spend the night with her

Warnings; suicide, OD, foaming at the mouth.

Words; 851

If you are struggling please reach out. To me, or someone you trust. I will sit and listen to your problems all night. Coming from someone who has attempted suicide and who self harmed for years, in the end it doesn't help much. I understand the feeling of thinking it will never get better, and even finding comfort in the pain, but please try to heal. I am here for everyone.

Excitement radiated through JJ’s body. He carefully held onto two full paper grocery bags and multiple DVDs as he walked along the path to his girlfriend's front door. He had been waiting for this day for what seemed like ages. It was a surprise he had planned and finally, her parents were out of town on a business trip and they could have the whole house just to themselves. They could do whatever they wanted. Of course movies and snacks were not the only thing on JJ’s agenda for the night, but he’d wait a little to get into the mood.

He balanced one of the bags on his knee and knocked on the door. As he waited he took a quick look around at the familiar scenery. It was dark out, as her parents hadn’t left until late. If her neighbors didn’t know who he was they would have called the cops on him while he was hiding behind a bush stalking the L/n family. A few moments passed and there was no answer so he knocked for the second time. Again, there was no answer and he turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. It was unlocked.

“Y/n.” JJ called out as he sat down the bags and movies on the table. “Your favorite boy is here!” He began running up the stairs. “I figured since your parents are out of town we could have a night just for us two. How does that sound, huh?” He got to his girlfriend's door and gently pushed it open. “Y/n?” He asked quieter, afraid she was asleep. Instead, he found an empty room. No Y/n.

Five pieces of folded paper on the desk caught his attention and he walked over. They were letters, each had a different name on it. Each pogue's name was written in fancy handwriting, and one said mom and dad. JJ picked up the letter with two sparkly J’s. It was to him. He picked it up and carefully opened the letter. As he read, tears filled his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he clenched his fist and furrowed his brows. His soul left his body once he read the last sentence and he dropped the letter.

“Y/n?!” He yelled frantically, bolting out of the girls room and pushing open random doors in search of his girlfriend. “Y/n, where the fuck are you? This isn’t funny!” He shoved the bathroom door open and his heart dropped. There lay his beautiful girlfriend, limp and foaming at the mouth.

JJ rushed over to her and placed his fingers on her neck. She was clammy and her skin was a (if you have lighter skin, blueish purple, if you have darker skin grayish or ashen). A sigh of relief left JJ’s lips as he felt a pulse, however it was weak and erratic. He fumbled to get to his phone as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Shit, stay with me Y/n, stay with me baby.”

“911, what’s your emergency?” A voice asked.

“Uh, I need help, please, my girlfriend, she-she overdosed, I think. Please, help.” JJ begged with a shaky voice.

“Okay, sir, I understand this is frightening but please stay as calm as you can. What’s the address?”

“**********.”

“Okay, an ambulance is on it’s way. What is your name sir? And hers?”

“JJ, and she’s-she’s Y/n.”

“Okay, JJ, does she have a pulse?”

“Y-yes, she does, but barely, and-and it’s not, uh, it’s not regular.”

“Okay sir, help is on the way. Please stay with her until help arrives. Would you like to stay on the line?”

“Uh, it’s okay. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

JJ dropped his phone and cradled Y/n against his chest, silently praying to a God he didn’t believe in to save her. To just bring back Y/n. His Y/n. He placed tender kisses to the top of her head as if it would coax her out of a seemingly endless slumber. His fingers gently rubbed comforting circles to her hand as he waited for her to open her eyes with the beautiful smile he fell in love with and squeeze back.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open and she squinted at the bright lights of the hospital. She looked to her side and guilt filled her body at the sight of JJ holding her hand with his head down.

“JJ?” Her hoarse voice asked and his head shot up. Y/n’s heart broke at the sight of his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered as a tear fell from her eyes.

JJ sat up straight and pulled her into a hug, “It’s okay. You’re okay. Shh.” He rocked the two back and forth as she quietly cried. He pulled away and wiped the girls tears, “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. But next time you feel like this please, please talk to someone. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose my girl, okay?”

Y/n sniffled and nodded, “Okay.”

JJ smiled at her and hugged her again, “Okay.”

[lixenn]

OCtober 2024 day 1: fav OC

To no ones surprise my favourite is my main guy Daniele Costa aka Chief because let's be real here I can talk about him for ages. I love Dave to bits but Chief was my first proper OC for a fanfic and I'm most familiar with him. He accompanied me through tough times (aka thesis hell) and through him I was able to meet you guys! And I love you all to bits! So Chief is my dude! My tired bean that is in desperate need of a vacation and a nap (I think he might also be my fav because I relate to him so much lmao).

I made the drawing but I've also written a snippet where I used @zoroara's OCtober prompt day 1: foamy as a writing prompt (just so people are aware: I'm sticking to the #bweirdoctober prompts for this year but I had this snippet pre-written for ages and I don't wanna just let it let it rot in my documents. So I hope it's alright that I add this here 👉👈)

@myrmyrtheorca have Sam :)

The washroom looked like a bomb exploded in it. Foam everywhere, floor just one big puddle of water, one wall absolutely riddled with suspicious cracks and the washing machine was smoking like chimney in a frosty winter. At this point Dan feared stepping into the room just in case the ceiling would fall on his head.

He pinched his nose, once again regretting well … every single choice that brought him to this moment.

“Why?”

His question resembled more of a plea for divine intervention than an actual inquiry.

Why indeed.

Why is he awake at - he checked his watch - way-too-fucking-early o’clock? Why is he dealing with this? Why did he ever decide to work for the Varia? Once again, why is he awake right now?

“Ummm…”

He turned to his subordinates who had grouped themselves together in a trembling pile, which probably functioned as some form of moral support.

Dan narrowed his eyes at the pile not bothering to find out who actually spoke up.

“Well,” he said, tapping his foot. “Why am I here?”

A panicked and telepathic exchange of looks followed to determine which poor schmuck would need to answer his question. In the end Sam - four months, cleaning crew, allergic against bees - was shoved to the front like a sacrificial lamb. She was certainly shaking like one.

Honestly, it’s not like he will eat them. Unlike Vlasta he had standards for what entered his mouth.

Dan raised his eyebrow at the woman who clearly wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

“I am waiting.”

Her eyes skittered around the room steadily avoiding his gaze until they eventually focus on the broken washing machine. Resigned, she slumped into herself.

“The washing machine blew up.”

“Clearly,” Dan said, his tone the only dry thing in the entire room. “This doesn’t answer my question.” He stepped closer to his subordinate, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was caught directly in his piercing stare.

“Tell me, Sam, why has Varia’s Chief of Staff been dragged out of bed to deal with one. Singular. Destroyed. Room?”

To her credit Sam did neither break eye contact nor did she start crying. However, her skin took a rather ashen parlour and if she bit her lip any harder there would be blood dropping down her chin.

“I- we- ummm…” she stuttered, trying to come up with some excuse that would save this situation.

Dan simply waited. And waited. And waited some more. In the end the silence dragged on for too long and Sam looked one second away from a panic attack, so he came to the conclusion that his last lecture of being kept in the loop had backfired on him. Apparently, his employees took the subject matter so much to heart and are now running to him in a panic for the most trivial of matters.

Time to correct that misconception.

He let go of Sam and addressed the hoard in its entirety.

“I was told it was emergency. Do you know what I qualify as an emergency?” He didn’t give them an opportunity to answer and started counting off incidents on his fingers. “Any of the assassin's going on a rampage. The castle actively burning down. PoisonChem messing with the water supply again. Or God forbid, my coffee supply mysteriously vanishing. You know what isn’t included on that list? Property destruction so minor it doesn't even make a dent into our repair budget.”

He crossed his arms, his whole being screaming displeasure and disappointed in all of their decision making skills. “Now, you are going to clean up this mess.” One of the newbies in the hoard furrowed his eyebrows, rebellion clear on his face.

Well, we can’t have that.

Dan clicked his tongue. “I will hear no argument. Apparently you weren’t able to deal with this yourself, since you deemed my presence a necessity. Well, here I am, giving you the orders you needed. Sort this out, get the Reps for the wall and ask Logistics if they have a spare washing machine on hand.” His words were met with frozen bodies and blank stares. “Did I fucking stutter? Move it!”

What followed could only be described as productive chaos which was an accurate summary of day to day happenings of Varia Housekeeping. It involved a lot of swearing, whacking people with brooms and the occasional breakdown about the horror of the week. How any cleaning gets done in this process was a mystery to Dan, but he will not argue with the results (unless the results are sloppy in which case he will make arrangements).

He turned to leave, fully intending to crawl under his blanket again. But before fully exiting the room, he looked back once more.

“And Sam?”

“Y-yes?”

“I want a full report on the culprits of this mess. Have it on my desk on Tuesday.”

“Tuesday!” she squeaked. “But Chief, it’s Monday!”

His smile was neither kind nor particularly nice. “Better hurry then.”

[bainutwater85]

“ME AND YOU ISNT THE ANSWER. I COULD’VE BEEN RIGHT BUT I WAS WRONG.”

prop: y/n thinks bakugo doesn’t like her due to his attitude towards her, and because of other females flooding over him. She looses feelings but he still has them— just waited later till the end of the school year to say something.

cw: angst no comfort, swearing, bakugo mad and disappointed. Black!reader, jealousy (on readers end)

feeling so deprived of love you are easy to get but you only wanted one person and you’ve been tagging him since middle school. No one never knew of course— not even izuku and he was one of your close friends. Seeing bakugo walk into the room is like walking into a freshly renovated house and seeing the makeover it got— amazed and wowed.

You can’t help but stare— i mean who wouldn’t? he’s the finest boy ever and heavily blessed with those genes. But when you take a look at yourself in the mirror you frown up your face wondering who would get with someone like you. Your different, yeah..obviously; you stand out more from your peers SPECIFICALLY your female peers— right alongside mina but she’s confident in her skin unlike you. No you don’t get teased as much like you used to in elementary and middle school. You would stare in the mirror for almost an hour trying to see why you’re different and if you really look worth bakugous time.

Class ends and you walk right alongside mina, speaking and asking her about the work and if she has anything to do later on tonight. Happily she told you that she and her group (bakugo, denki, sero, kirishima) were gonna go to the mall and that YOU could come with them. How could you turn down this golden opportunity..until well you were actually in the mall— with them.

everyone wondered off to their favorite shops and you were next to bakugo snd kirishima following them like a lost dog while mina and denki went off to get some food! sigh..you hug your sides tightly and continue to lag behind with caution, not speaking. until you seen a shop that piqued your interest. You stop and stare until bakugo looks back and sees you rambling through your purse. He and kirishima turn around.

“do you have enough money y/n?” kirishima asks “uh, let me see”

“why would you come to the mall with no money?..dumbass” bakugo interrupts as he sizes you up and down. You didn’t know exactly what to say, neither did kiri cause he wasn’t paying no mind to the interaction “i’ll just go ask mina for some money..or uhm nevermind i’ll just go see where they are.” you walk away. Is he always this rude to..everyone? you figured he’s only like that when he’s around his friends but you and him aren’t even acquaintances! You look embarrassed walking away like a fucking dork.

since that day on, not only mina but kirishima, denki and sero kept inviting you to their hangouts. But bakugo being the same ol bakugo. always had an attitude when you came around. you figured he didn’t like you so you just stopped trying and eventually started declining their invitations to hangout.

bakugous POV.

i feel like i messed up when we were in the mall. I can’t be talking to her like i talk to my other friends. She’s probably annoyed by my mean banter.. even tho i meant no harm. She walked off before i could give her the money for it.

She’s something different, i never felt this mixed about girl in my entire life. She doesn’t swarm around me and foam at the mouth like everyone else, she knows her worth and i like that. But then that means she doesn’t need me, i can’t believe i fucking scared her off. I figured my attitude was the reason why she stopped coming around..but that’s not stopping me. i want her still and i know i’ll get her one of these days.

narrators POV.

it’s been weeks since you last hung out with them. There’s no bad blood you just don’t wanna be around someone who’s bothered by you just being there. Yeah it hurt you a bit but you kept quiet as usual..that’s why you couldn’t tell him how much you’ve liked him. There’s been times where he’d try and talk to you but you just were uninterested..not even nervous just uninterested. Only giving him half assed replies, fake smiles and nervous laughs before departing ways and minding your business. What’s up with him?

may 24th. last day of school and summer was finally herez You’re infront of the school pickup line waiting for your parent to come pick you up. Seeing their car pull up to you— before you could never open the door mina comes up to you. “HEY!! y/n can i ask you something real quick?”

“yeah..” you reply, suspicious. “do you like bakugo? cause he likes you..like a lot— LIKEE reall BAD-“

“no.” i interrupted her. “well not anymore, i thought he didn’t like me so i kinda just lost interest and moved on.” i added before opening the car door

“oh..” mina says shocked and suprised “ok..i’ll tell him that! bye y/n!” and your car drove off as you put the seatbelt on. You didn’t even bother to look back. But bakugo wish he could’ve, his fave was blank and he seemed like he didn’t care but he was mad at himself and disappointed inside when mina told him.

[taeyongsfemdom]

| An Unhinged Deep Dive of Taeyong's SuperM Trailer (aka me just loosing my mind) |

Hey bitches! In honor of SuperM's five year anniversary, I wanted to talk about the insanity of the individual teasers that SM dropped for each member of this group, but we're only gonna be talking about Taeyong’s obviously. I have been dying to talk about this video because it has fucked me up for the past four years of me being an tyongf 😮‍💨.

I'm not ready to do this.

Okay so for context, each member had a specific superpower (to match with the "avengers of kpop" nickname blah blah blah! We definitely will not be getting into that shit rn) some powers were easy to identify and some weren't. Before we talk about Taeyong, I have a quick side rant. An ex-friend and I were fascinated by these trailers for a solid month during 2020 and we were trying to figure what the fuck they meant. If anyone wants a thorough deep dive into each trailer watch this video by Bookish Theories ⬇️.

Last thing i'll say is that as much as I love Taeyong, I do not watch this video. I swear to god this video makes me tf black out and I don't remember what happened after I'm done watching it lmao. IT IS THAT WILD. Also I do apologies for anything inappropriate flies out of mouth, when it comes to Taeyong who knows wtf I'll say.

So the video opens up with my wife in a empty movie theater and is like where tf is everybody?

Quick question: why didn't Taeyong get popcorn? He's at the movies so it's necessary to get a large bucket of popcorn that's drowned in butter 🍿🧈 ....anywho.

In the movie, Taeyong wakes up in this greenhouse that gives off major witch vibes, it reminds me of the movie "The Love Witch". There's candles, neon lights and this huge altar with a sun sign that he blocks off with his big ass head. This shot is immaculate btw.

We get various shots of wifey like this.

Oh and then there’s this:

I'm starting to short circuit, but I'm good!

Oh wait then there’s these shots:

My eye is twitching.

FVCKFKDFGJDHGDKF oh god-

Ya'll, what was I saying? OH-

Back to the movie, this evil Taeyong clone shows up out of nowhere and holds him at GUNPOINT.

LIKE HELLO?!?!?!

We don't know if the clone gets shot because the screen goes black and guess who fucking pops up??? Fuckin' Taemin 🙃. Then the movie ends and the entire theater is filled with Taeyong clones, I think there was like 20 in there oh lord have mercy i'm-

I genuinely don't think I could get all of them pregnant, but a bitch can mf try.

The next thing we need to talk about is how good Taeyong looks in this video, very obsessed with his hair color and THIS JACKET! 😵😵😵 OMFG.

I want this jacket so bad! It's sauurrr beautiful! I honestly might recreate it one day tbh. Also enjoy this picture that has me foaming at the mouth and makes my dick twitch ⬇️

You guys understand why i'd sit on his face???

As I wrap this up, I'm very salty as SM for dropping these and not giving us a follow up on these videos. They left us HIGH AND DRY and made us all confused as shit, these trailers did pop up for like five seconds in the One (Monster and Infinity) MV and it gagged tf outta me. Turns out it was a teaser for Aespa 🤣

If anyone wanted to know what my favorite SuperM songs are: Tiger Inside, No Manners, ICSTR, Step Up, and Better Days.

That's it for me here! Love ya'll 💕💕

[wolfpants]

saturday wip snip

Thank you for tagging me lovely @tackytigerfic! Check out Tacky's incredible snip here, I am foaming at the mouth (respectfully) for this fic! Here's a little something from my upcoming Drarry fic, Terrible People, aka the Gay Cruise Fic™️ If you haven't already, check out a preview of @getawayfox's art for the fic here!

a bit nsfw

Harry blinks, giving himself permission to remember that exact moment he wandered up to the Tower. It had been a cold winter’s night, and he hadn’t felt like going straight to the common room after dinner. 

“A, er. Handy.”

“Classy.” Draco dips his hand into the bag of crisps. “Were they enjoying themselves?”

Harry’s laugh is weak. “Yeah. I mean. We were eighteen and we’d all just survived a war? I think a nice little congratulatory hand job would have felt fantastic.”

“Hm, well, I wouldn’t have known,” Draco says, looking into his drink. “Not back then, anyway.”

Harry scoffs. “Come on. You’re telling me you didn’t get your tackle tickled at all during Hogwarts?”

Draco makes a face, still looking at the melting ice in his plastic cup, his cheeks flushing scarlet. “Don’t be crass.”

“What?” Harry asks too quickly. The colour on Draco’s cheeks intensifies. He frowns at Harry. “No way,” Harry says. “I thought you and Theodore Nott were shagging all through Eighth Year.” 

“Well I can tell you right now, that is categorically untrue,” Draco says. “He and I were barely friends, let alone—that. We studied together, because we were both interested in… studying. That’s all.”

Harry tries to remember that part. Hanging back in the common room late at night, lounging across the red velvet sofa because it’d been his favourite: the one in front of the windows that looked down onto the Quidditch pitch. Sometimes he’d be with friends, sometimes he’d be alone, sipping Butterbeer or whisky snuck into the castle from the village, the honeyed smell of it tickling his nose, reminding him of Sirius. How he’d just lie there and listen to the radio or Dean’s CD player and stare: at the sky, at classmates playing chess, at the door, waiting for Draco and Theo to return from the library, both of their heads down, their arms full of books because at that point, no one else was carrying them for Draco. At that point, Draco had taken to carrying everything himself.

“I had a lot to reconcile with, in 1998,” Draco says, speaking when Harry doesn’t, pulling him out of memories that are worn and fuzzy around the edges. “I wasn’t really in the mood for casual sex.”

“I think it’s all I wanted,” Harry says.

no pressure tagging @skeptiquewrites @thehoneybeet @kbrick @mintawasalreadytaken @moonflower-rose @shealwaysreads @magpiefngrl @phoebe-delia @nv-md and anyone else who wants to share words!!!

Read another Terrible People Snip here 🍋🏳️‍🌈💖

[amethystfairy1]

Hi there, new anon here bc I don’t use tumblr like, almost ever. apologies for the rambling about how I love ur AU’s that’s incoming. Or if I did this wrong. Idk how to use tumblr.

Ok SO, I’ve been following your AUs on AO3 for the past few months and first of all, love it, I love your continuity with metaphors or specific descriptors that span across works, like Grian’s banded wings, glamor as heat haze on tarmac, scott having hair like spun sugar, just AUGHHHH so good I love. Little details like that make me as a writer and ofc fanfic enjoyed foam at the mouth. It’s so vivid I can picture it in my mind, I love the eclectic feel of the undercity, the mechanical lore things like wagons in Traveling thieves or rail carts and labs in TTSBC! Don’t even get me started on the peice about Doc and Etho in the depths, that one is so so good.

And your phenomenal foreshadowing? Like first read through never guessed that avian at Fremeere’s was skizz, but I went back after your recent upload and wow it totally is! Or how first read of TTSBC I never thought the two directors were the same because I hopped around in the reading order, but now it’s wayyy too similar! And now I get why a past and long dead antagonist would have such a specific and recognizable speech pattern… eerie. I love it. Can’t wait to learn more about that storyline!! I wonder how much Tango knows about Doc’s history with the labs and if he realizes the connection after talking with Zedaph. Zedango my beloved! Or just tango content/lore in general hehe. (Also, I find it humorous that Grian and Tango’s boyfriends have almost the same trauma as their dad, lol) Also, love how close the characters are to being reunited in Traveling Thieves!! They’re so close!

Anywhoo, just stopped by to say that Cub is litterally providing scar/Hot Guy with weapons in Scar’s new episode, only to see that you already saw that ofc. I was litterally kicking my feet and squeaking about it bc it’s just like TTSBC and your AU makes me so genuinely happy to read and has me in a chokehold. But the rocket arrows?? That are Hot Guy brand color coded! And expensive and I can see character!Cub being exasperated about scar’s trigger happy use of the rockets in the same way he doesn’t call the lab the Hot Cave, hehe. Or Scar showing off to Grian that he’s not the only one who can shoot sparkly projectiles!

so yeah, ik you already saw that, but i wanted to share that it’s so perfect for TTSBC or else my brain would not leave me alone lmao

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLES

I LOVE RAMBLES!!!!

I'm so glad you love my little tells for the characters! Heat haze on tarmac, hair like spun sugar, stuff like that just feels like it helps make a certain trait pop and so I try to make sure every character has at least one of them! I'm so glad you enjoy the mechanical ascept of the AUs! Both TTSBC and TT have their own little things, moving parts that keep the worlds going!

I love trying to layer in foreshadowing when I can! Skizz appearing, but I purposefully didn't tag him as a character because, thanks to avian culture, he doesn't use his name, and so it's not until we get to see from his POV that we actually get confirmation that's him!

I have no idea what you're talking about with the director, tho, because she's totally dead! She died 24 years ago during the Anarchy! Any odd vocal ticks and specific dislikes for hypothesis is completely coincidental and should be, should be, should be disregarded. 😑

They do, don't they? Whoops. I guess Doc has a lot to relate to when it comes to his future sons-in-law, huh?

CUB IS THE GUY-IN-THE-CHAIR CONFIRMED!!!! AGGGH!

Thank you so much for your rambles I absolutely loved reading them!!!! 💖

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 11: The Mark, The Blade and The Scribe of God

||The Prophecy Series||

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence

Episode mapping: During episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games"

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

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

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

Castiel is staying in the bunker for the last couple of days. I actually like the angel. It's so refreshing how clueless he is sometimes and the fact he is trying to take care of his vessel's daughter is unexpected. He has no idea how to deal with a teenage girl, none of them has, but they are trying. It is a little unnerving the way Castle is looking at me sometimes… Not like Sam… Not with distrust… or like I’m going to flip any moment and kill Dean. No… Castiel is looking at me like he is waiting for me to realize something… like any second I will figure out the biggest secret of the universe… Maybe I have to talk to him… Maybe he knows something more about the prophecy��� He is an angel after all… But… if he knew something, Sam would have already prayed it out of him. But… except those rare moments that make me uncomfortable… I do like the angel. The really interesting thing is to see how Sam is acting with him. He is considerate and kind and supportive… well he acts like he acted with me the first day we met, before he learned who I am. It's nice to see it. I always knew that he is the compassionate one no matter the animosity he feels about me.

"I crossed the line. Guys, this thing's got to go."  I hear Dean's voice coming from the library and I turn back. I'm just trying to stay out of their way and hide in the mainframe's room. The stupid thing doesn't want to make my life easy and show me the problem. "That won't be easy." Castiel replies. "Well, then, burn it off! Cut it off!"  The frustration in Dean's voice is obvious but the conversation is fading away as I'm going farther away from the library. There is nothing I want to hear less than a new plan and a new hope they desperately want to believe in. "It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect. This reaches back to the time of creation. It may predate the lore. If we had the Demon Tablet, maybe."  Castiel's words stop me in my tracks.  The Demon Tablet?  I thought It is just a rumor, a myth.  "There may be another way."  It looks like the angel decided to get involved with The Mark after all. I wonder what other way he believes he can find.  There is no other way but me.

I admit, I'm curious about the prisoner Castile has brought in the bunker. He believes that the man can help Dean with The Mark. "We need to know how to remove The Mark of Cain from Dean's arm." I hear Sam asking the prisoner. "What? He's back?" The prisoner sounds surprised. "Because of The Mark? So… He's a demon."  Wait!  Wait!  What? "No." "Okay, what then? What, did he kill a human or something?" The prisoner tries to mock Sam but Sam does not answer him.  "He did!?" The prisoner exclaims excitedly.  "He's gone nuclear! Total foaming-at-the-mouth, balls-out maniac. That's fantastic!"  What had he done now!? So that's what they are hiding.  My head is spinning.  I need to figure out how to stop Dean before it's too late but I can't do anything until I fix this damn bunker! "Buddy… I don't care what happens to you. You killed my brother."  He had killed him? This is impossible! The Mark wouldn't allow this. But it explains why the prisoner thought that Dean must be a demon.  But why is he not? And who the hell is this prisoner? And why do they believe he has any information about how to destroy The Mark? "Boy, he really is a mess. Who knew The Mark was so toxic? Well… Actually, I did. You know it is going to own you sooner than later."  This man is really annoying. I want to barge into the room and punch him in the face myself. "I have a special place in my… non-heart for you both, to which end… ta-da!... I would be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit. To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing. Your old buddy… The First Blade." They have a lot of things to explain but I decide to stick to spying on them for the time being. After all, they had many opportunities to tell me all of this so I intend to gather as much information as possible.

"The First Blade is back in play, and Crowley is the one getting it? I don't mean to be an alarmist, but you…" I hear Cas storming into the bunker. "This would be the Crowley who let the Blade turn Dean into a demon?"  Crowley?  Really?  The missing pieces are slowly starting to fit together. My old friend Crowley is in this too…

"I'm guessing you're not here to reminisce." "No, we did what you said. We have The First Blade." That's it! I can not hold my mouth shut any longer. "You have some explaining to do!" I demand, walking in the interrogation room, the devil's trap room, as they call it. "Oh! And who is that? Aren't you a cute little Warrior of the Fates?" The prisoner coos. "Why none of you had told me she is already here?" "We need to talk." Sam tells me. "Oh! Now you want to talk!" I raise my brow at him and my voice is filled with sarcasm. "Outside!" Sam demands. I follow him outside and when we are far away from the room, I explode. "So let me sum up all the things you just forgot to mention! Dean was killed by that asshole, however he is, he became a demon and hung out for a while with my old 'friend' Crowley. With Crowley! With the fucking King of Hell! You found a way to bring him back and that was what triggered the bunker's alarm that brought me here." I'm pissed. "Then Dean killed some human and you hid it from me!" "You know Crowley?" "Kind of! Of all the things I just said, is that what you want to focus on!?" "What did you expect? Of course I insisted on not telling you anything!" He yells at me "You are supposed to kill my brother!" "Do you honestly believe I want to do that? If it depends on me I would rather die before I have to do this!" I yell back at him. "I…" We both stop our screaming match when we hear the door to the interrogation room slam shut and locked.

"So… Trouble in paradise? It seems like your brother doesn't really like your little soulmate." Metatron comments when Ema follows Sam outside. "What did you say?" I ask, not sure if I heard him correctly. "Oh…you don't know about this part? She hasn't told you!?" "Repeat it again!" I demand "How did you just call her?" But he just shook his head, his lips pressed shut. "It's very lonely here, and I have little to do but think." He starts. "And it occurred to me that you really need this mark taken off of you.  And in order to do that, you really need me.  So, here's the deal…  That first little tip I gave you… a freebie, just 'cause you're you.  Every future step, every future information?  They're gonna cost you…  Big…"

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"All right, I'm gonna ask this exactly once before it gets ugly…" I warn him, taking out my angel blade and locking the door. "What did you call her?" My mind is racing… It can not be true… Ema… No… The angels and their games… But they can not be so cruel… It can not be true… It's just Metatron trying to find a way to mess with me again… "I repeat my offer… each question costs you." "You're confused. See, each question you don't answer… is gonna cost you. And it's been a long time coming.  I mean, where do I begin?  Stealing Cas' Grace…  Casting out the angels…  Making Gadreel kill Kevin using my brother's hands, starting an angel war…  And, oh, yeah...you killed me."  "My morality is being judged by Dean Winchester? How many people have suffered and died because they believed in you? How many times have you lied to Sam, including, oh, by the way, when he was possessed by an angel?  And you say, 'oh, well, it's all for the greater good,'  But lately, buddy, that greater-good thing just went away, didn't it? Now people die just because you want them to!" With each word my anger boils more and more. "Oh!  Good, Dean.  Go darker.  Go deeper! Surely you've noticed every time you respond, when the Mark gets you all twitchy, you fall deeper under its spell. You think roughing up a few humans and demons makes it worse? Try messing with the scribe of God!" His voice is the only thing in my mind… His words… "And Kevin's death? All on you. You put him in harm's way and kept him there. Gadreel possessing Sam? Who was it who tricked Sam into letting him in? Oh, and then my personal favorite… Dean Winchester, whose entire existence is defined by a war on the dark and monstrous, bromancing his way around the country with the King of Hell!" He is right… This is all on me… "And Emilia… Oh! Her death will be on you too…" "Tell me how to remove The Mark!"

We run to the door. Sam tries to open it and yells at Dean. He tries to kick it down but when we hear screams from the inside Cas appears and blows it away. Sam storms into the room dragging Dean away from the prisoner just in time to stop him from killing the angel. He is an angel… What has he done to end up in chains? "I have to take him back." Cas announces. "Cas, this won't happen again." Sam pleads with him.  "I gave my word. I have fences to mend in Heaven, and as it is, I have a lot to explain." "If you ever ask me for help again, I will choose death." The prisoner says when Cas walks out of the room with him.  "You realize it's going to get worse, Dean. You're gonna get worse!"  He looks at me.  He is covered in blood, his lips cut, his eye swelling and turning black. Dean… What have you done… "And you, young lady, you will have to be ready to stop him. All the angels are counting on it…" I look at him with confusion. "What exactly do you think The Fates are?" He smiles at me glad that he had cached me off guard.

Dean looks at me with desperation.

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Chapter 12: I'm Not a Fucking Princess >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[screampied]

well, if it helps, both your layout and your writing always makes me foam in the mouth. i’ve been following you for quite sometime, even before i started to be post here, and you’ve never failed to make me go aaaahhh, pretty!!!!!

wait a carrie fic would go so hard, actually, pls do!!! ONG halloween is my favorite time of the year (and we don’t celebrate it in my country), but i love the vibes of spending the night with horror movies. what’s your favorite btw? mine is freddy vs jason, and i like the first conjuring a lot, but fucking hate lorraine and ed (the real ones)

spine tattoos are so fucking cool, except this one girl i went to high school with, she made one and fucks sake i’m not one to judge others tattoos (physically can’t because mine are weird af) but she made all the wrong choices one could do, she is a terrible person so let’s just say it was karma, i guess.

how many piercings you have? i have 5, want to do my lips and eyebrow until next year, and more tattoos, as well.

i want to, really do, but i’m not comfortable with my drawings yet, you see when you are born in a family of artists and you have a sibling that is a tattoo artist you kinda keep comparing and going “i fucking suck at this” but at least free tattoos for moi :)

anyways i yapped a lot, the more i talk the more embarrassed i’ll be when i come clean on who i am, totally worth it tho.

nut anon

nutty baebae ur so sweet ily :( YOUVE BEEN FOLLOWING MEEEE for a long time omg, just know i appreciate you and im glad we’re chattin together <3 i always look forward to ur asks heh

MAYBBEEEE. im gonna rewatch carrie actually so the inspo can spark 🤌 same, i loooove halloween too ugh best season. speaking of, i wanna try pumpkin pie this year. kinda basic but i love any scream movie (except 5 bc fuck 5) and i also rly love classics like halloween, psycho, and texas chainsaw massacre. unpopular opinion but i really liked the 2022 reboot 🌞

i have seven piercings! mostly on my ears, a belly one, and two near my hip dips. & that’s valid tho !!! 🫂 but i bet ur super amazing n talented! oughhh i want a eyebrow / lip piercing so bad i always found them attractive

[annasghosts]

The Golden Couple part 7: Beginnings

Summary: "We are in love." Wait, what? Does that sound like something Lily Evans would say at the beginning of Sixth Year?

Part 1 was written for @jilymicrofics and it slowly became a @jilymicro-oops For the last part of this accidental multichapter I used the prompt: key.

Read part 7 on Ao3, from the beginning

James was pretty sure he was dreaming. His stupid, pathetic brain had conjured Lily Evans confessing she fancied him. He couldn’t believe what a miserable, pathetic sod he was.

“Oi!” He looked sharply to his left and massaged his side where Sirius had hit him. As he met his friend’s quizzical expression he frowned, wondering why dream-Sirius would hurt him, unless.. his eyes widened and he swirled around, almost falling out of his seat and found himself staring in Lily’s eyes. She was red faced and uncomfortable, but still lovely.

“Is this really happening?” He asked stupidly and she smiled.

“Come on, Potter!” A voice exclaimed from the crowd. Gideon Prewitt, that git.

“Yes, Potter.” Lily repeated, her voice soft, and he found himself smiling. He got up and reached out to take her hand tentatively. Some of the students started whistling, but he ignored them, his eyes focused on Lily.

“I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you.”

Lily grinned, her eyes shining brightly, her small hand in his, the floral scent he’d smelled in his Amortentia surrounding them.

***

“You are not paying, James.” Lily said firmly, as Rosmerta served their Butterbeers.

“Of course not,” He said, his eyes glinting with mirth. “You invited me after all.”

He could barely contain his excitement. Lily had blushed prettily when he’d taken her hand that morning and had listened to him chat about anything, from his parents to the Quidditch Cup. He’d rarely felt that eager to share his thoughts before, but there was something about her, about the way she listened, about the softness in her eyes, that pushed him to bare his soul. And she’d told him in turn about her difficult relationship with her sister, about her plans to become a Healer that she hadn’t shared with anyone yet because she was worried she might not succeed. James felt he had never met anyone more perfect before.

“Toerag.” She muttered, but there was a happy smile on her face as she counted the money and the insult had never sounded sweeter. He marvelled at how far they’d come, realizing that just a few months ago that same word would have been spat at him with genuine anger and he didn’t think he could blame her for it. “Sickle for your thoughts?”

“I was just thinking how often I’ve heard you calling me that.” She widened her eyes in surprise and she bit her lip, looking a bit guilty. “For good reason!” James added hurriedly. “I deserved it and I’m truly sorry for it.”

She seemed to relax as she leaned back on her chair. “And I’m sorry for my many attempts to humiliate you.”

“Oh, those were great. I’m serious!” He exclaimed as she laughed. “Very marauder of you.”

“I’m so honoured.”

“Oi, no sarcasm please.”

Lily didn’t reply, but took a sip of her drink and James’ attention was drawn to the bit of foam clinging to her upper lip. “What?”

He raised a hand and gently wiped her mouth with his thumb before sucking on it, Lily’s eyes following the movement intently. He leaned in, her eyes meeting his, and all she was feeling was crystal clear in them. He could see the hint of uncertainty mixed with her desire to kiss him so he gently cupped her cheek, smiling as her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out the softest of sighs. He regretted closing his eyes for just a moment, the need to watch her almost too much, but every thought flew out of his mind as she gently pressed her lips to his.

***

“James!” He smiled as she called for him, her delighted and surprised tone telling him she’d found his gift. “What is this?” He smiled as she approached him, all bright eyes and red cheeks, and he gently dragged her towards him, giving her a lingering kiss.

“What does it say?”

She shook her head, but held up his note, a key tightly clutched in her other hand. “For Lily, honorary marauder.”

“You were worried about us being apart next year, so I thought I would remedy that. And, as you know, I would never live with someone who isn’t a marauder.”

Her grin widened, not unlike the way it did the first time he’d called her that, and she threw her arms around his neck with suck genuine spontaneity James felt his heart might burst from affection. “I love you, James Potter.”

“And I love you.” He whispered, his nose buried in her hair. The promise of war brewing outside the castle should terrify him, but Lily’s weight in his arms was grounding him and he thought that, no matter what, nothing could take that moment of perfect happiness away.

[nausiccarequiem]

Just finished reading Yellowface by R.F Kuang so here I am to write a book review.

Yellowface was probably my most anticipated book of the year. Ever since finishing Babel last year I've been foaming at the mouth waiting for R.F Kuang's next book. ( Don't remind me i haven't read the poppy war series yet. I will ). This book , when i learnt about it , felt like a dream come true. And now that I've read it i can say for certain that it is.

All I heard going into Yellowface was that it was a sharp , critical look at the publishing industry. It was a satire , a dark comedy , something that makes you laugh and hurt at the same time. Instead what I read today was a horror story.

Imagine my surprise then , when I find precisely those words directed back at me , as the first line of the acknowledgements. A horror story about the publishing industry and loneliness. God... God... what a book !

The first thing I want to talk about are the characters. The character work in Yellowface is god tier , the same way it was in Babel. I knew , like everyone else , that this is a book from the villain's perspective. But god , R,F Kuang does an almost extraordinary job of making June almost sympathetic sometimes , almost. But even if that's not true some of her actions and thoughts are understandable at least ?

The publishing industry treats authors like meaningless cannon fodder. If one of us can not step up then there are hundreds of others desperate to fill the space. As the book says "If publishing is a rigged industry , might as well make sure it's rigged in your favor." And I can not argue against that. Because publishing is a rigged industry and there is nothing we can do about it except hope and do whatever we can to make sure it's rigged in our favor.

The problem then , comes down to the simple fact that June is white. She wanted to be famous , a prodigy , a literary star , but thinks since she's white her stories aren't wanted anymore. And when she looks at Athena Liu , her literary darling "friend" , all she can see is someone who became successful because she isn't white. That if she didn't have racial and historical trauma to mine she wouldn't have become the superstar in the writing world that she is.

At the beginning of the book June can't see that she's wrong. That Athena is not the lucky girl. She is completely oblivious to how Athena is made to be the token , the exotic yet just western enough person to market and get diversity points through. But throughout the book we see this "can't" becoming "won't". She refuses to see past her own suffering. Refuses to understand that the world is far bigger than her. Refuses to learn , grow , to become anything. Refuses , most of all , to see her own whiteness.

By the end she concludes the world is wrong against her. That throughout her entire life she's been reduced to being a “white woman”. That those words have dominated her life. That people of colour , because they're oppressed , demand to be put on a pedestal and ask the world to hand things over to them while she , the white woman , has to suffer. She concludes she's been unfairly treated , silenced all throughout her life by everyone. She concludes the world is wrong because "reverse racism is okay and you can still send death threats to Karens".

And why does she do this ? Because she loves to write. She wants to tell stories. She wants to be a writer. It's the only thing that gave her life any meaning. But publishing doesn't have space for all writers. Most of us only get scraps. She happened to be one of them. So shunned by the world , faced with the failure of her debut , not knowing where to go , what to do , she convinces herself plagiarizing Athena's work is okay. Because she put effort into it too , it's actually her book. Then once she has tasted stardom , she can not give it up. How could she ? Like most writers , writing means the world to her. She wants her stories to be read , to succeed. She can write. But publishing is an almost impossible industry to succeed in and no one wants success to slip away from them. What did I say about her being understandable sometimes ?

On the other side of the story , we have Athena. Going into this book , I expected her to be portrayed as an innocent victim. A dead author whose voice gets stolen. But that's not how it is. Athena is no saint. She is just as hungry and desperate for public attention like anyone else. Ready to exploit other people’s pain for her own benefit. She is also a privileged rich American woman. I expected her to represent the marginalized voices of this community that very often get wronged by their white peers , especially white "friends". But that's not who she is. Athena does not represent most of us marginalized writers. She is the chosen one who got to break through publishing's glass ceilings and got to make her dream come true. That's because this story is not about the constant fight between the oppressors and the oppressed. White people and people of colour. It is at its core just a book about the publishing industry and it brings me to angry tears thinking about just how true it all rings.

This is the second thing I want to talk about. Athena does represent writers of colour to an extent. Athena is what publishing allows writers or colour to be. It's either her or nothing. Meanwhile June can craft a hundred identities and blame her mistakes on everyone but herself. She will not see the blatant , obviously , glaring point that she is white. I can not stress enough just how important this simple fact is. She will never see her whiteness. Never think of herself as the problem. She is the victim , always and forever. Her thought process is just another variation of “The immigrants are coming to steal out jobs.” She calls cishet white men privileged but thinks of herself as an oppressed karen.

She is just a random karen.

She is someone we've all met. She's someone who we could have found some sympathy for at some point. But in the end fact remains that she will always have another chance while the rest of us fight for one chance at success. The ending all but spells that out for us. June will have another origin story. Just because she can. But her opponent changes. From Athena to Candace , then perhaps someone else. They’ll keep coming and going but she will stay. Because she is white and that’s how the world works.

In the end all of this just comes down to the truth that this is the fact of the publishing industry. Numbers and profit. Numbers and profit. And authors who get destroyed in the process.

Horror story.

Truly.

Probably the best and worst horror story I've ever read. Best because of obvious reasons and worst because I will now lie awake at night wondering where on the spectrum of Athena Liu to June Hayward , I will fall. If I ever fall on the spectrum at all.

I expected to laugh with this book , except I am sobbing. In anger , in frustration , in simple sorrow. And most of all in knowing that I still want to be a successful writer. Still want to be the superstar in this industry. And it is so so so deeply utterly completely soul crushing.

But then again , writing stories is fun. Writing is the best thing in the world. In fact reading this book gave me the biggest burst of inspiration I've had in a while. I'm a mess of emotions and in trying to pen them all down for this review I feel alive. I thank R.F Kuang for that. That is the best praise I can ever give a book. That it destroyed me emotionally yet still , somehow , impossibly , gave me the strength to write , to survive. Because writing is how I survive.

I don't know how this works. I don't know how writers are made. I just know I am one. I wish I had an answer. I wish I could say that despite everything it's still worth it. That I'll be okay with it if I end up as a writer who never gets published. But that's not true. I won't be. I want to be published. I want people to read my stories and love them as much as I do. So I don't have an answer. All I know is that I will keep writing. So will everyone else. We will all keep writing , and hoping and dreaming that someday this book will feel like a surreal dark comedy with no basis in reality , instead of a horror story that hits too close to home.

So far , R.F Kuang is two for two , for writing books that rock me to my core. I will be tuning in for the next one to let her be three for three. She's also two for two in writing white women characters that absolutely suck. In my mind June is Letty's descendent somehow. It makes sense. It does. The white woman so convinced of her greatness she does not care who she has to destroy to preserve it. Who doesn't realise that despite her feminism and so called liberalism she is just plain old racist.

Anyway , I loved this book. Did not think it would destroy me like Babel. But even though they are NOTHING alike , Yellowface still managed to pull it off. I loved it. Thank you so much R.F Kuang. One day I'll need to find a therapist just to talk about your books alone.

[beardedmrbean]

Mussi Hamissa woke up to the sound of a massive roar. His bed was shaking and he heard people shouting: "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

In shock, he rubbed his eyes open to see the orange glow of flames coming into his makeshift apartment on the third floor of the building, formerly owned by the city of Johannesburg, that had become an informal home to migrants.

Mr Hamissa got his wife and their one-year-old baby out of bed. He realised that their only chance of survival was to jump out of the window.

So that is exactly what he did.

It was a rough landing on concrete and he is quite bruised. But he is alive.

Mr Hamissa's wife dropped their baby from the window and he caught him safely. His wife then tied a bed sheet to the satellite dish and shimmied down to the sidewalk.

"People started copying us. They jumped too, but they didn't make it," he said, eyes welling up.

"There were a lot of dead bodies... So many dead bodies. And I couldn't help them."

Mr Hamissa, from Tanzania, had lived in the building for three years. He knew all the other Tanzanians in the apartment block and said a lot of them did not make it out.

"I lost so many brothers and sisters. My family. They were all there, but I could only take my wife and baby."

The guilt would stay with him forever, he said.

The family also lost their money, passports and all their possessions.

Living in this building as a squatter, Mr Hamissa had not had to pay rent. And now with his important documents gone and a low-paying job, he's not sure what to do or where to go.

So he's sitting across the street from his home, smoke still rising from its shell, just hoping he has a roof for his son tonight.

"I don't know what they're going to do to us, but we don't know where it can go. The government should help us because we lost all of our things," he said.

Many were less fortunate than Mr Hamissa.

Sphiwe Ngcobo was outside the building at her street vending stand when the fire erupted. She said it happened so quickly that by the time she ran across the street to the building's entrance, the flames were already blocking the way.

She had two children inside - both on the second floor, both unreachable.

Ms Ngcobo waited for what felt like hours as people started to evacuate from the burning building.

Finally her five-year-old son was carried out by a neighbour. He was foaming at the mouth. He had inhaled so much smoke and was in such a state of shock that he was unable to stand on his own.

The paramedics took him to the hospital and she hasn't heard about his condition since.

Ms Ngcobo stayed behind, waiting at the scene of the fire for more information on where her two-year-old's body has been taken.

She wants to say goodbye, to have some closure.

"I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go," she said. "I don't know what hospital my child is in, and I don't know what mortuary my other child is in. So I'll wait here for news."

Mr Hamissa and Ms Ngobo were sitting in a group of about 50 people, all trying to get some sleep while they waited for officials to tell them what would happen.

There was a stench in the air of old smoke and expired food. The pavement was littered with garbage and unknown liquids.

For now, that's where they will be staying.

[meandmyechoes]

Kingohger ep19

i know i said this is the first week i hadn't felt nervous but i turned on the computer to write the little pre-essay and got myself worked up thinking about hcs lol the magic of midnights i guess also i woke/was woken up at 5am this morning

homemade extended nitiasa with Blazar-kun :)

START!!

scream JERAMIE DOES SLEEP IN A NET!!!!! HC CONFIRMED

gosh i'm like dying for more Kagu-Yanma common man combo

lmao the throne room has to have best only reliable internet reception

take the crumb of Rita naming Yanma first? But! Rita is on first-name basis face-to-face with the team now!

The OP visual is one continuous shot of them all standing together 😭😭😭😭

"You were worried about me, Kuwagon?" "I'm alright :)" talking-to-the-Shugods Gira is the cutest

Blue and White are making up? YESSSSS Grandson combi? Kidult combi? Prankster combi???

I'll never not laugh at Jeramie calling Racles 'that brat'

Racles stress relief squeeze ball… merch it bandai or you're a coward

hi jeramie you know that iiko grandson of yours called you the culprit 2 episodes ago

they don't have to be showing Jeramie and Yanma walked right past Kaguragi but it's so funny

Suzume can make outward calls the whole time??? (or she's just benefitting from the chaos)

Suzume carrying the whole Shugoddom National Theatre troupe they should've let her train one in those 15 years if only she needn't be kept secret

the reaction difference between improv theatre with kurokos vs. with Shuggodom guards lol

i'm not entirely sure but… if Suzume is helping Racles make sure his guards are safe (because they both know the guards are too loyal to leave their king)…

Douga-san… his old-fashioned loyalty + quick to adapt. lately Douga-san has been shown quite positively huh HEY WHERE'S BOSHIMARU

hi i'd like to donate to the Get Shugoddom's Green Screen A Real Carpet/Brick Road Fund

gawd did not expect my tears to break formation at the orphange reunion

fking flute ver of inferno

the people's recognition *single tear*

this ep is just full power Racles whump huh

Grandson combo

yo nkosopa bgm new arrangement

is racles overacting here 🤔 (racels's second-rate villain act, not yano-san's)

"The King will not escape"… (ep17 title)

??? who's the villain here???

did Jeramie just called Racles worse than 'what came out from the bottom' (shit. he meant racles is shit.)

so Gira doesn't want his brother dead 😏 or does he not want Yanma a killer? 🤔😏

eh iyaiyaiya kingoh can you stop with the tone whiplash??

*claps* good the script remembered to resolve Yanma and Jeramie' conflict in ep13. Grandpa-son combi YESSS

omg Rita-sama 🙇🙇 late to the group henshin and had Morfonia work over time so they can fit Ohsama Sentai into the acronym NERD

[outside the gate] Kaguragi: do we still wait for rita or go in first Himeno: well the boys can't stall much longer i'll have to make sure rita's timing is perfect

[jumping up and down from the awesome fights to OP]

this level of female-female ranger combo action… used to be the crossover extravaganza 😭😭

they can perform such a compliated choreo in such narrow space SAs saikou 😭😭

YES I LOVE THANK YOU FOR BOTH KAGU AND YANMA CROUCHING while dismissingly shooting at MOTW like the grassroots they were

they have six people but divide into 4 groups

literally i'm 3 years old again what's better than Super Sentai

"The only crime I should be accounted for" sigh I know this line will come back to bite us re ep1

Himeno-sama you can't keep acting cute towards Rita to get what you want… They are about to run out of social battery

WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH] WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH]

them getting in each other's way - what kind of basis is this for me to develop a partnership obesession with these two

rita scream i asked for just last night?

duel? DUEL? DUEL??? MY EPISODE 18?? brothers showdown i asked for last week??

they chose a low ground to duel this time

ohohohoohoooo WEDDING YANO MASTAO YOUR RING BETRAYED YOU

Yano Masato = Tom Holland of Kingohger

that's the same mantle as Lionel's…

ngl slightly disappointed at Suzume's boring white dress

this man's soul has left his body