#guess who forgot her friggin wings

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Comic idea: Twilight learning what it really means to become an alicorn princess

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Paranoid

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

submitted by @7teenbl-ck : your Criminal Minds obsession gets you paranoid about crime in your neighborhood. Everything scares you now, even Peter

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(this gif has nothing to do with the story but omg look at it)

“Baby, wake up.”  

You jolted awake when Peter shook you, your laptop sliding off your stomach and onto the bed.

“What time is it?” You asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes.

Sleepy you was peters favorite version of you, so he took a minute to answer as he admired the way your hair stuck up in every direction.

“It’s not even nine yet. I just got back from patrol.” He told you as he rubbed your hip.

“I must’ve fallen asleep watching Criminal Minds again.” You said before hiding a yawn behind your hand.

“Why are you so obsessed with fake crime when you have a boyfriend out there fighting real crime?” Peter pouted, moving your laptop off the bed so you wouldn’t lose it.

“I watch it for the plot.” You smiled sleepily at him, and he saw right through you. Peter let out a short laugh and brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“You watch it because you’re in love with that stupid agent Reid or whatever his name is.” Peter grumbled, his jealousy making you smile.

“It’s Doctor Reid.” You corrected, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“You’ve been watching that damn show every single night when I come back from patrol.” Peter whined as he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back. “Why don’t you let me tell you about the real unsubs I see?”

“Fine, baby.” You patted his knee and curled into his chest, still half sleep. “Tell me about patrol tonight.”

“I saw a pigeon l in the backseat of a moving taxi.” Peter said excitedly, and you chuckled against his chest.

“How is that a real crime?” You teased him.

“That’s theft of service. That pigeon could get get fined up to $4,000.” Peter argued and you let out a laugh.

“Who would waste their time trying to bring a pigeon to justice?” You asked, and Peter fell silent.

“Peter? I need you to be honest with me.” You said, your tone suddenly seriously.

“Okay, sure” Peter sat up a little to give you his full attention.

“Did you go after the pigeon?” You squinted at him in the dark. Peter was quiet again and you could see him chewing his bottom lip in the moonlight that came through your window

“Peter.” You repeated in a warning tone.

“It was a slow night! The pigeon needed to be set free before he committed a misdemeanor.” Peter defended.

“You know who never has a slow night?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Don’t say the BAU” Peter groaned.

“The BAU!” You cheered. “Let’s watch Criminal Minds.”

“But I want to cuddle.” Peter whined. It not that he didn’t like the show, he just wasn’t in the mood for it. He’s much rather hear about your day or just about anything else you wanted it tell him.

“We can do both.” You insisted as you pulled your laptop into your lap. Peter scooted between your legs and let you be the big spoon as you clicked on an episode.

~

You spent the entirety of your Saturday watching Criminals minds while Peter was at his SAT prep class. He told you he’d be over around 5 to keep you company, something that had slipped your mind around the fourth episode you played. This episode in particular hit a little too close to home, as it took place in New York. As the episode went on, you began to feel fear bubble up in your tummy. It didn’t help that your parents were away for the weekend, leaving you all alone in the apartment. You paused the episode and went to make sure that your door was locked. You sighed a breath of relief when you saw that it was, and leaned your back a against it. That’s when it dawned on you.

You have so many windows.

And windows are just tiny glass doors that criminals can come through.

You rushed throughout your apartment, shutting and locking every single window you had. You shut all the curtains before returning to you bedroom to resume the episode.

While it played, you googled crime statistics in New York.

“443 out of 100,000 people in New York are criminals?” You read out loud to yourself, suddenly feeling very unsafe. You began to google crime in your immediate neighborhood when the episode caught your attention.

“Our unsub is a white male in his mid to late 30s. He’s going to be physically fit and may have already inserted himself in the investigation.” Emily Prentiss said, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“I know some physically fit white males in their mid to late 30s.” You whispered in fear.

“He’s only attacked cars at first, but he recently escalated to apartments.” Derek Morag added and you gulped.

“I live in an apartment building.” You realized as white hot fear shot through your body.

“His last victim was a high school girl. He broke into her apartment when her parents weren’t home and attacked her while she was drinking a glass of water in her bedroom.” Hotch explained.

Your eyes shifted to the glass of water you had beside your bed. You swiftly punched the glass, making water spill all over your carpet. You had just turned your attention back to the screen when you heard a knocking at your window. You let out a scream and dove under the covers, saying a prayer in every language you could think off. You let out another shriek when they knocked again.

“Who’s there? Are you the criminals? From the statistics?” You yelled form under your covers.

It wasn’t until your panicked breathing calmed down that you heard your boyfriends voice.

“Y/n? It’s Peter. Open up.” He called, his voice muffled through the window. You peaked from beneath your covers and saw Spider-Man perched at your window. You sheepishly got out of bed and opened the window for him, locking it the second he got inside. You peaked through your curtains for anyone who might be watching and shut them tightly.

“Why was it locked? I thought you always left it open for me?” Peter grumbled as he took off his suit. He put on the clothes he left in your room as you sat on your bed.

“But leaving it open for you Peter is the same as leaving it open for all the criminals in New York. All 443 out of 100,000 of them!” You exclaimed and he paused as he was sliding on his shirt.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I have been googling crime statistics in New York all day. Do you know how bad the crime has to be for it it warrant statistics?” You asked him, panic evident in your eyes. He took a seat next to you and took your hands in his.

“Baby, this neighborhood hasn’t had a crime since the guy on the fifth floor stole that lady’s package. And he returned it once he saw it was a cat bed, so no one was even arrested.” Peter reasoned with you but you still looked scared. “What’s got you all worked up?”

You looked at Peter as you nervously chewed your lip and it clicked.

“Don’t say the BAU.” He groaned and buried his face in your neck.

“The BAU!” You protested and he muttered something against your skin before picking his head up. He could see that you were genuinely afraid, so he pulled you into his arms and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Sweetness, that show isn’t real.” Peter sighed as he rubbed your back. “It’s dramatized and fake and unrealistic. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“The show isn’t real, but the criminals in New York are.” You said quietly. “There are a lot of bad people in the world and New York is full of them. And then you tell me about all this crazy kinds of bad people with giant wings and illusion technology that the rest of the world doesn’t even know about.”

Guilt twinged in Peters chest at your words. He never should’ve told you about the guys he was fighting if you were already paranoid. He picked up your head and held it between your hands, giving you a gentle smile to calm to down.

“You know what those guys have in common?” Peter asked you and you shook your head.

“No, what?”

“I took them down.” Peter said with a cooks grin and you rolled your eyes at him. “Beck is dead and Toomes is in prison. They can’t get to you.”

“But-“ You began.

“And neither can anyone else.” Peter finished. “My job as Spider-Man is to keep New York safe, but my job as your boyfriend is to keep you safe. You’re always gonna be my number one priority.”

You smiled slightly as Peter and pulled him into a long kiss to thank him.

“Thank you.” You mumbled against his lips. “I guess I shouldn’t be this paranoid. I just kinda forgot my boyfriend was Spider-Man.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here.” Peter chuckled. “To remind you.”

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(Snapped a pic because I lost the darn ask)

Thank you, anon! She didn’t exactly forget in this case, but bear with me. This crack is basically a happier ending to Spring Bird Survival Guide. It was supposed to be a couple sentences long. I don’t know how it turned into nearly 3,000 words. I...I wrote a whole fic.

....Enjoy?

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(NSFW)

“Why did you stop taking them?” He sounds more confused than you’ve ever heard him, the slight shake in his voice betraying his fear.

You didn’t mean for him to catch you in his bathroom, positive pregnancy test still in your hands. Your plan was to figure out when would be the appropriate time to tell him, assuming that he didn’t catch on to the constant nausea added to your pains. At least this saves you the trouble of keeping secrets.

“Because…the Commission can go fuck themselves.” You take his hand and place it right above your womb, hearing his breath hitch. “Let’s start a family, Keigo.”

Hawks knew that this was beyond stupid. It was stupid of you to put yourself in this position, it was stupid of him to even be considering this, and it was stupid of both of you to attempt such a thing behind the Commission’s back.

But his birdbrain didn’t care about any of that right now.

He pulls you in for a suffocating kiss. “My little hen is about to become a mother hen.” He takes you to bed and claims you out of pure joy.

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That buzzfood article was frankly right. Mutant bodies didn’t make any sense, and what they could do to other people’s bodies made no friggin sense either. As time passed, not only was his seed growing inside of you at an alarming rate, something felt off. These weren’t the kicks of a single fetus, it felt akin to a strange cluster of objects crammed into your womb, shifting about in a way that sometimes made you shudder.

You haven’t been able to see a doctor at all—Hawks wanted you to stay in his house at all times and away from the public’s eye—so there was no way to properly check, but it didn’t take too many guesses to figure out what was happening.

“You didn’t tell me that I’d lay eggs!”

“I didn’t know!” Hawks swears that he didn’t hatch out of an egg himself and had no way of predicting this.

The development of the eggs only took about a month. When it was time to birth them…

“I hate you! God, I hate you so fucking much for putting me through this!” You screamed in pure agony as tears streamed down your face, using every ounce of strength in your body to keep pushing.

Hawks was kneeling between your legs, caressing your thighs lovingly as he watched his offspring’s vessels emerge from your stretched hole. “I’m sorry, baby. You can chew me out all you want later, alright? Just keep pushing. You’re doing great.” Oh fuck him. Fuck him and all of his comfort, making you do this on his own bed, without the security of doctors who actually know how to do this properly. Squeezing out three baby-sized eggs was like a temporary vacation in hell.

Once the eggs were all brought into the world, Hawks wrapped them up in blankets and placed them under a lamp. He knew that there were actual incubators for couples like the two of you, but he’d rather keep them cozy with his personal belongings instead of some lifeless factory-made device.

“I’m not farming chickens that I’ll eat later. These are our kids.”

You’ve been too exhausted to argue, having lost a frightening portion of your body weight. Hawks was having a little too much fun in gorging you, trying to hand-feed you meats of all kinds.

Another month goes by, and you think something must be wrong because those eggs shouldn’t be cracking already, right? But amazingly, you watch as gooey newborns flail about until they have fully broken out of their protective shells. Hawks sadly missed the hatching, but when he comes home and sees his three sons for the first time, he cries.

Somehow, you’re still surprised when they grow quickly. It was concerning. Is that healthy? Three more months pass, and all three of them have fully feathered wings. Hawks teaches them how to fly and use their quirks, and they learn with carefree laughs and smiles on their faces. Healthy or not, you’re going to do everything you can to keep these little fledglings happy.

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“Let’s have more.”

Your eyes nearly pop out. “More? Already?”

You both sit on the roof of the house, your three boys chasing each other across the starry sky. Both of you have to always remind them to stay quiet and within Mommy and Daddy’s sight when they play outside.

Hawks places his hand over yours. “They could use some more siblings, don’t you think? I’ve got more than enough to provide for them.”

It sounds stupid. Doing any of this was stupid, honestly, and you’re not looking forward to carrying more of his eggs. Yet, a simpler part of your mind wanted this, to take as many of his children as possible, and you decided to listen to it.

“Alright.”

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The Commission was destined to find out sooner or later, though you’re not sure how. You were eventually fired after your long absence that you refused to give them an explanation for. It’s possible that they still managed to spot your kids while they were outdoors, despite you and Hawks’s many precautions.

You were watching your new clutch of eggs—four of them this time—when the winged hero arrived, the features on his face pressed into a tranquil fury that made you shiver.

“He wanted to take them,” he said lowly through gritted teeth. “He wanted to take our kids and turn them into heroes. Into fucking weapons.”

You held him, feeling his anger ebb with your soothing rubs across his back, right between the base of his wings. “What do we do? We can’t hide from them. You can’t talk them out of anything. Oh god, Keigo, what do we do?” You felt completely helpless, knowing that you couldn’t stop them if they decided to take your little angels away.

Hawks looked to the pile of sleeping boys, having worn themselves out after a hyper game of tag that required you to keep a close eye to ensure they didn’t break anything. At just a little less than a year old, they could be mistaken for being around the age of ten. “They’re really skilled fliers already, aren’t they? Even have great control of their feathers.” He nodded to himself, lost in his own head. “Yeah...I’ll show them weapons.”

The sinister air around him was scaring you. “Keigo?”

His face returned to a cheerful smile as he planted a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry, mother hen. I’ve got this under control.”

“But what about the deputy? He’s going to come for our kids!”

You felt his whole body shake from his deep chuckle. “No he’s not.”

And that’s when you noticed it. The dried specks of reddish-brown on his jacket, almost like a splatter. Blood.

“I killed him.”

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It won’t be long before the Commission goes after Hawks for killing one of their own, so he wasn’t going to give them time to plan.

You didn’t appreciate him taking the kids behind your back, and you had no idea what danger he was putting them in until you heard the news.

The Hero Public Safety Commission HQ had been attacked and overwhelmed.

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By the time your second clutch hatched, Hawks already had full control of what was once the HPSC. He gave you a tour through the remodeled building, your kids roaming the halls excitedly as if they didn’t just overthrow an entire organization. Some of the employees greeted you warmly, some gave forced smiles. One of them bowed respectfully with a twitchy grin.

“I’m happy to be a part of the Hawks Hero Force, ma’am. We are going to make great changes.”

You...didn’t know what to say to that.

You stuck to raising your kids while Hawks did whatever diabolical shit he was doing, but it was hard to ignore the growing tension in the city. He and his kids have been holding off opposing heroes for weeks, all of them trying and failing to bring down the rising power of the number two hero. You saw the debates on television. People were arguing whether the dissolution of the Commission was for Japan’s benefit and that Hawks should be supported, or question if Hawks should be trusted at all for disposing of the very people that got him where he is today. What was even his game plan?

You didn’t care much yourself. The only insight Hawks has given you was that he was setting up a city that would be safe for all of his children. Sounds good enough to you.

In just a few more months, your other four kids were eager to join their father’s cause. You and Hawks no longer mention the rapid growth of your offspring...and the short lifespans they likely possess. There was no point in letting those fears resurface.

You hug them all, telling them to visit Mommy on weekends and always keep their feathers clean and sharp for battle.

“Don’t worry, Mommy! We’re gonna teach those heroes not to defy Dad!”

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The part of the HQ building Hawks led you to was like a bizarre fusion of a love hotel room and a nursery. It was such a strange setup, that you almost forgot to question the young lady that has been following him around.

He gives her a few pats on the shoulder. “This here is Hina, one of my most loyal followers. She’s been on my side since the beginning.” Hina gives a polite smile and bows in your direction.

And then Hawks lays it all on you. How he wants kids at a quicker rate, and his female supporters would be perfect for this...you’re dumbstruck. Your belly was already swelling with his potent seed for the third time, and somehow that wasn’t enough?

“I promise you there’s nothing else to it. Isn’t that right, Hina?”

The woman stood tall and nodded. “I’m only here to help Hawks in his cause.”

Hawks gave her an approving smile before turning back to you. “And if you’re not convinced, just stick around. I welcome the audience.”

The suggestion catches you so off-guard that you agree to it. You take a seat on one of the beds (holy shit this was a goddamn breeding room) and watch him and Hina settle on one right next to you.

“All fours, missy.” Hina obeys his command and prepares herself on her hands and knees.

You watch. You watch Hawks rub her moistened folds while stroking himself until fully erect. You watch him slowly push in, hearing the sharp intake of breath from Hina. He stays at a moderate pace, holding her hips and gently rocking her with his thrusts. It’s…odd, watching the men you’ve had seven (so far) children with take another woman to bear more.

The girl that was a complete stranger to you was sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, but that still wasn’t enough to hold back her moans. Still, it was hard to pay attention to her, because Hawks’s eyes were locked onto yours. Even as his breaths and movements quickened, even as Hina began to shake and collapse onto her elbows as she reached her climax, he never tore his gaze away from you. He finally did when his eyes shut tightly as he buried himself balls-deep into his dear follower, blessing her with several spurts of his sperm into her welcoming womb.

You couldn’t help but rub your own belly at the sight.

He unfolded the sheets and helped the dazed woman get settled into the bed. “You should get cleaned up later, but for now, just rest.” He said softly.

Hina mumbled nonsense, already half-asleep.

Hawks straightened himself out before walking over to you, excited to rub the stomach that cradled his chicks. “I’m gonna give you all the children you could ever want, baby. And remember,” he gave you a kiss of pure love and passion. “I’ll always only have eyes for you.”

You smiled and hugged him tightly. All of the children in the world…Keigo’s children. “Sounds perfect.”

“Soon, I’ll have all of these beds filled.”

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Hawks and his children have amazingly lowered Fukuoka’s crime rate by a significant amount. You never imagined living in such a peaceful time. You didn’t understand the interviews and articles, the ones that expressed fear and outrage over being attacked by winged individuals for doing anything that can be perceived as villainous. There were heroes still trying to destroy the Hawks Hero Force, creating alliances of their own to face this new dominating power. They were usually taken care of pretty quickly—all it takes is a flurry of sharp feathers from several pairs of wings to crush the foolish rebels.

You don’t understand why they resisted so much. All they had to do to avoid Hawks’s wrath was be a law-abiding citizen, and also not harm his kids. Oh yeah, anyone—hero or not—that made the mistake of injuring you and your man’s angels had this weird habit of…disappearing.

You had about fifty of them by now. Fifty winged beauties that keep the peace with proud and innocent smiles. Not all of them were yours—they had many mothers now—but you treated them all like your own.

One would expect Hawks to start losing track of his precious eyases, but he remembers every single one of them like they hatched yesterday. Each name…every voice…every face…he didn’t forget any of them, and loved them all equally. When they weren’t enforcing laws, they were cuddling and playing with their father or mothers.

You wandered through the incubation room, looking over the many nests that held your future. The mothers-in-the-making were resting in their beds next door, their bellies growing each day.

This is what paradise looked like.

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3 years later...

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Great Hawks Celebrates His 1000th Child

By Yuki Burushito

Another great day in Fukuoka! But this day in particular just might be the greatest day yet! Why, you ask? Our beloved leader Hawks has brought his thousandth child into the world! A public ceremony was held to welcome this beautiful girl on this earth and, more importantly, this blessed country. Hawks and his wife were in tears, and I must say, seeing this vulnerability from such a powerful man moved me like nothing else. May your precious daughter one day join her brothers and sisters in the eternal battle of keeping the peace!

Speaking of peace, we must not forget that even though Japan is enjoying its best years in history, our peace is still being threatened every day. There are villain groups lurking in your city’s slimy cracks, plotting to destroy everything Hawks has worked so hard to create. They even have the audacity to call themselves heroes. We all know that the only heroes needed today are the noble winged ones that fight to keep us safe and comfortable. One group in particular insists on giving Hawks a hard time whenever they can: the One For All Alliance. The majority of the members in this gang are former students and teachers from the now-defunct U.A. High School. Their influence may be spreading, but our love and support for Hawks will always smother their poisonous lies!

We must do our part in ensuring that Japan retains its place as the World’s Paradise!

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You find him on the roof of his house, watching your three eldest boys fly freely as the orange dawn painted the city’s skyline. Only three years old, yet their bodies were strong and hardened, one of them sporting facial hair similar to their father’s.

He of course panics and scolds you when he spots you trying to climb with your bulging stomach. You only roll your eyes as he helps you up. You’ve gone through this reproductive process more than enough times to know your body’s limits.

“They wanted to reminisce for a while,” Hawks explains, back to watching the playful flights. “They make three years sound like it was ages ago. Then again���” His proud gleam twisted into something sadder, his mind entering that dark pit he tries so hard to avoid.

You cover one of his hands with yours. “No matter how long they have, we’re going to keep working to make sure they enjoy every minute of their life. You’ve given so much to all of your children. Be proud of how great of a father you are.”

The smile he gives is soft and warm. You’ve been seeing those more than his cocky smirks lately.

The sun continues to rise as you both kiss under its morning rays, lost in each other’s love. He only pulls back to speak again. “How about we gather some of the youngsters for a trip to the amusement park? It’s been a while.”

You can’t hide your worry at the suggestion. “Are you sure? Villains love to strike when you’re not active.

He gave a smug grin. Ah, there’s the old him. “They do, and they still get their asses kicked. My kids can handle it. I’ve got all the free time in the world, my little hen.” He holds you close and you both return to watching your darlings fly.

“More free time than I know what to do with.”

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Marvel Studios’ Black Widow Reaction

First time watching Black Widow (2021)

I have mixed expectations on this movie based on what I’ve heard… just getting that out there first…

Can’t wait to see them ruin the Red Guardian by making him a joke and then also ruining Task Master

Damn this movie is two hours long lmao

I heard the opening sequence was great tho

Bruh why does kid Natasha look like an androgynous TikTok kid lmao?

“We’re both upside down!” Thanks Sherlock

Dumb clumsy kid lmao

I wonder what the reason was to have young Nat has blue dyed hair. The lips are on point tho lol. Scarjo has amazingly full lips and this kids face fits that pretty well.

Little Nat needs a new hair dresser or some. Her hair is so uneven lmao.

Oop Nat knows something is up with the parents… well “parents” (yea this movie was spoiled for me lmao)

Hm can’t imagine anything bad will happen to this nice family…

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Hmmmm FORESHADOWING???

Cmon Nat stop looking at pics

Strong dad wow

Nice shot! Took that car out

Okayyy run to catch the plane. Hop ont he wing. Definitely don’t see this going wrong.

Oop mom was shot.

Lemme guess, dad fell off? Oh he didn’t. That’s surprising.

Well. What a nice traumatic childhood.

CUBA

So who were those guys tryna shoot them and who are they with?

Oh it’s a my little pony plushie. Twilight Sparkle! But… that version of twilight came out in 2010… and that one even has wings which came out in

Protective Nat 🥺

So Nat has already had experience with these baddies but not yelena

Wow terrible parents

Casual drugging of children aight

Traumatizing opening credits…

Wow Alexei and Melina are terrible people huh? Letting their little girls get taken.

Why are they watching pigs and cartoons?

Is this a cover of teen spirit???

Ugh Bill Clinton

This was a good opening!! But I heard the rest of the movie doesn’t follow the tone unfortunately… but we’ll see…

Oh h yea I forgot this follows Civil War

Stupid Ross

Oh wow she’s already on a ship lol

Her tracker? She had a tracker?

Florence Pugh baby!!! Love her

Ouch that chick got bodied by that car

Ouch stabbed in the stomach and sliced open too

Well she’s dead…

Red dust??? So this chick just coincidentally had the antidote? Also, great another brainwashing plot lol. I wonder how Nat ever got out of the brainwashing? Well I’m sure we’ll learn about it.

Ouch she just cut out her tracker

Oh goodie task master. One of the most disappointing aspects of the movie I heard

“Smile” why? Lol

Gosh Norway is so friggin gorgeous

Honestly screw the sokovia accords. Ah yes let’s make the heroes of the planet criminals because we want to control them. Sure… why not lmao

Cmon Nat no peeping on men sleeping XD

So who is this guy and how does Nat know him?

Honestly I already ship em more than Nat and Bruce lmao. These guys have been on screen together less than two minutes and already have more chemistry lol.

How the heck did Nat survive her car being bombed without so much of a scratch??? She’s not super human

This ain’t Ross, Nat.

Hey copycat shield user

And now you just threw away your shield

Oh nvm

Hey that’s her move

Oh cmon task master has to use technology to copy her??? The one in the comics just had advanced photographic memory and athletic skills

Okay… so… here’s where I have an issue… I know that task master is later revealed to be a woman, but you can so clearly tell that it’s a man here. The stunt person and actor is a man up until the point of the reveal. It’s that age old cliche of “the masked person reveals themselves to be a girl! But girl can’t fight? Wow! Guess I was wrong!” Man in

Wait so how did Natasha get these vials??? Or were they in the mail?

Wow it sure is a good thing Nat’s face isn’t plastered everywhere that she’s wanted… oh wait…

Okay but why the guns drawn?

Why the fighting? You guys share an objective???

Ouch

Cmon I don’t wanna see Nat get tossed around like nothing. She better not sidelined in her own movie (plot twist, I know she is unfortunately…)

A knife? Are you guys trying to kill each other or do you share an objective???? Why the fighting??? There’s no reason to fight here???

Truce? It’s that easy? So why were you guys fighting at all????? What????? Just for a cool fight??? Really?

Ouch back injuries. From task master or someone else?

Red room eh?

Yelena, if you know that the red room is still active, then why not tell Nat you were just released of your own control from him???

Needless tension is needless.

I know I seem overly negative rn, and I’m sorry. I just had high hopes for this movie and after hearing so much about it since it came out, I’m just sad it was kinda messed up. Black widow and scarjo deserve better.

Hey that chick landed in water so she should be fine, right?

Use the serum on her. Cmon

Terminate? Oh

Damn

Rest In Peace

Ouch. She can rival two face.

Poor girl

Oh damn they have a tank (?)

Say it with me!! YAY PROPERTY DAMAGE

Poor Budapest lol.

Civilian casualties? Oh joy lmao

I’m wondering, who made the antidote?

Oh nice move yelena!

Where’s the military when you need em?

“He’s back” well yes. At this point, task master is a male lol.

Okay uhhh seatbelts can’t protect you from that yet somehow Nat and yelena will survive with just some scratches

WHEEEEEEEE SLIDE!

Take the shield!!! Bruh???

Why did they leave the shield? Take it!

Okay bruh you can tell that task master is a male. The body structure and the walking style.

Holy crap Nat just casually killing a kid damn

Sooo did the red room brain control chemicals or whatever come around after Nat left? Or did she not get it somehow? Or was somehow released or it?

Okay yea the pose is a pose but that pose is a legitimate thing for fighting lol

Lmao the cashier just like “ma’am this is a Wendy’s”

Oh okay so the brain washing chemicals happened after Nat left

So I wonder why Dreykov takes girls and not boys too? Does he think women are easier to break or something?

Damn Nat was abandoned in the streets by her real mom. Harsh…

Hey it’s the vest from infinity war. Neat.

Yay team up! Okay but you can still contact Tony or someone you know… I’m sure they’d help to take down the red room

Vest talk. Lot of fan service lol

Okay I know Florence Pugh can do a great American accent but her Russian accent is kinda shaky lol

White suit? So much for “black” widow lol

Secretary Ross can kiss my booty. Hulk should’ve killed him when he had a chance

Alexei!!! I doubt you ever met Captain America much less bear him lmao.

Man I’m sad. I know they turn Alexei aka the red guardian into a big joke. Marvel tends to do that… Ragnarök, Rhodey in end game (dude was popping insensitive jokes left and right).

Alexei really taking the earpiece out in front of the guards huh?

So where is this prison? Is it just like a normal prison or a corrupt one? (Well, corrupt in terms of marvel corruption)

Yea he’s definitely going to make a scene…

Called it.

I just saw the deleted scene for this part of the movie where they completely clowned on Alexei and made him a dumb joke. Well, moreso than usual. Glad they cut that.

Pose time. But again, that’s actually how you would do it lmao. Brace the impact.

“We’re both doing a really good job! 👍🏻” okay that one made me laugh lmao

Did… did she just use a rocket launcher?

Oh h yea an avalanche

Are these good or bad guys? Did she just doom a bunch of guards who are just doing their jobs and have families??? Bruh??? Is this prison just a regular prison for bad guys and they just killed some innocent dudes doing their jobs or what???

Nat and yelena just murdered a bunch of innocent Russian soldiers and guards just doing their job.

Okay uhhh how is Nat strong enough to grab onto big dude with one arm? Did you forget she’s not the one with any super soldier serum?

Why the aggression? Because of periods? Really dick? You’re the one who sent them to the red room you bastard.

Alexei shut up. The avengers were more family than you ever were.

Soooo how did dreykov recreate the super soldier serum?

Oh yes boring taking care of poor kids who have no one else. Poor kids who have been abandoned and kidnapped. Screw you dreykov.

Oh cool so Melina is also an evil terrorist

“We’ll make it.” *crashes* lmao okay you got a second laugh from me movie.

I like the braids Nat.

Yea Alexei I don’t believe you met Steve Rogers even once. He was either around before you were born and then immediately with the avengers. Maybe you faced the winter soldier.

Of course the awesome Red Guardian from the comics is a clown

Try to help these girls? Really Alexei? Oh yea so cool. Child assassins. Do you not hear yourself? CHILD… ASSASSIN!!!

Proud of the red ledgers… Real dumb Alexei

Screw you Alexei. Damn you marvel for ruining this character

Ah so Melina is a pig farmer

Aw cute piggies

Oh my big gun

Kill Alexei and Melina afterwards kay? Both are terrorists.

Oh cool a close up and Alexei trying to fit into his red guardian uniform but it’s hard because he’s fat. Haha. Reduce this character into a joke…

I don’t care how much this movie will try to redeem Alexei and Melina. The red guardian was turned into a joke and both of them are terrible people. Natasha and Yelena are the only good ones here.

Oh my gosh guys shut up and listen to Natasha

Alexei and Melina knowingly and willingly worked under Dreykov. They are terrible people

She… controls pigs?

And now she’s abusing it!! Let the piggy breathe!!!

Oh cool so Melina is the one who helped make the controlling serum!!!! So she’s even worse than I thought. She’s terrible. She deserves to die.

Melina your control affected your fake daughter.

Poor yelena holy crap. She was controlled by the chemical her own mom made.

Florence is such a good actor and now I’m trying not to cry

I hope you feel bad Melina. “I had no idea.” So? Even if it wasn’t someone you knew that was mind controlled wouldn’t make it okay.

Oh wow so Nat wasn’t abandoned, she was kidnapped and sold off the same time…

So how come Nat was referred to as “Dreykov’s daughter”? Is it because he was in charge of her?

Piss off Melina. You deserve no sympathy. You took CHILDREN and raised them as assassins and help break their minds. Countless others too.

Yea were given a choice melina. You could have sacrificed your life to not kill others and control them. You weren’t under the brain control influence so you have no excuse.

AND SHE ALERTED THE RED ROOM OF THEM EVEN NOW

KILL THIS WOMAN

Why do we have to hear how Alexei’s dad pissed on his hands to stave off frostbite?? Why potty humor in this?

Alexei and Melina don’t deserve Natasha or Yelena. And I’m still shocked Nat killed (or at least think she killed) a little girl.

Stop singing Alexei. Stop trying to appeal to yelena. You’re a terrible person. Yelena and Natasha deserve better.

Dammit Melina just keep screwing up why don’t you.

Wow… so his suit isn’t dart proof? What’s the point of the suit then???

Why is Natasha being sidelined in her own movie???

Pull the trigger

Do it.

Oh come on!! Just killed Melina!!!

But no… ugh screw you Melina. I hope you die.

How the hell did she take Natasha out so easily??? Nat is a good fighter!

Alexei isn’t good, but he’s better than damn Melina.

Oh red room is in the sky… doesn’t explain how satellite imaging couldn’t find it…

I wish this movie was about Natasha’s experience in the red room and then her mission with Clint in Budapest.

Dreykov sounds like Danny Devito lmaoooooo

Cut the brain out??? Hey no! Leave yelena alone!

Why do I feel like scarjo is getting less screen time than she should.

Mask?

Oh yea I saw this scene.

Alexei why can’t you punch through the glass? You have super soldier serum in you.

Great an emotional moment made into a joke.

Okay so face swap but poor yelena was still shocked and placed in danger

There was time Melina

Oh cmon let Alexei have an emotional moment

Soooo Melina agreed to a plan??? So how does she explain not doing anything for years? For torturing people for years???

Wow Nat has a lot of earrings

Aaaaaand taskmaster reveal

Still a man in the suit

And CGI woman face

And ruined task master

Task master was a badass in the comics who had skills and a photographic memory. This one relies on

Ah yes… of course… pheromones… because that works like that sure… PHEREMONES. Yes. Pheromones sure… cuz that works like that

Black panther claws

UGHHH I HATE MELINA IN FINE IF SHE DIES

Okay so yelena is grossed out by posing like that, but like, how else would you have posed.

Melina makes no sense. She suddenly grew a heart to take down the red room? Suddenly? Really???? Just up until Nat showed up she was still working for Dreykov.

Ouch Nat is getting punched a lot huh

Holy crap that’s a lot of widows

Please please let the red guardian actually be a badass and beat the taskmaster!!! Don’t have him need dumb rescuing!!!

Dreykov really is crap.

“Using the only natural resource the world has too much of. Girls.” Holy crap. That’s a powerfully heartbreaking statement. We sure this dude isn’t in kahoots with the Chinese government?

���Thank you for your cooperation.” Ah man I miss Loki

Sever the nerve eh?

OUCH

KILL HIM DO IT!!!

Wow melina how lucky can you get? All the debris lands on all of the bad guys but not you.

Ooh smart. A bomb with the antidote.

CMON RED GUARDIAN STOP GETTING YOUR BUTT WHOOPED

UGHHHH of course he needed rescuing

Dammit Nat that’s what happens when you stall and give a speech

Ah yes. All attack here one at a time. Smart idea.

Ouch. Well you held your own for a while Nat…

Well that bomb was perfectly timed. One second more and Nat would have been blown up too.

Convenient the antidote can be administered dust form

[in Finnish] and then she responds in English lol.

“You get to make your own choices now.” Okay but like… that doesn’t help lmao. They have no identity outside of this… no home too.

Wait when did you get the ring? And what’s the data transfer for? How are all of those other widows going to survive? They’re literally suddenly freed with no context of what to do or where to go? All of the ones all over the world?? What are they supposed to do?

Wait how were some of the vials not blown up??? That makes no sense. They were strapped to a grenade

Nat I hope you have a parachute…

Damn determined bad guys lmaoo. Free falling through the sky

Wait did Alexei always have that shield?

And once again the task master is a guy. Her stunt man is a male. It’s just ironic… just keep the task master a guy come on!!!

Is yelena sacrificing herself?

Wow that was some bad green screen behind her…

Wow that was a convenient parachute bag just lying around.

Okay if Nat is able to catch up—

THATS NOT HOW PHYSICS WORKS! Yelena was falling before Nat! She couldn’t have caught up!!! That’s not how it works!

Yay sky fight! And Nat doesn’t have a parachute

Oh nvm task master did fortunately

Still a man in a the suit.

Oh good a vial just casually lying on the ground

Lmao just leave her on the ground to find yelena

“Forgive me little sister.” Oh man I’m gonna start crying now… “it was real to me too.” Okay yea I’m crying

Okay I still don’t forgive Melina. She doesn’t deserve forgiveness

Lmao bruh y’all holding hands while Antonia is just lying on the ground

Okay the vest giving is very much fan service

Melina still has a lot to answer for. It’s her fault for most of this. She’s the one who made the formula.

Okay this is the last time she gets to see any of them… they don’t know she’s gonna die in like five or so years…

End?

No?

Trees.

Two weeks later huh?

Oh there’s Nat with short blonde hair and the vest

Oh nice an actual jet.

Sooooo how did she get out of Ross’ custody? She’s about to help the guys out of the RAFT prison, but how did she escape Ross’ custody? And if that was her plan, then why did she let herself get captured in the first place?

We barely know anything about this dude who’s helping Nat get the jet. Who is he?

Oh cool transition from the jet to the fireflies.

Oh that’s the end. Huh. Okay. Um…. Gotta admit… kinda underwhelmed here with the ending. Feels a bit shoe horned to link with infinity war… not happy with melina. She is literally responsible for so much. It’s not like the past few years she’s been fighting against the red room. She was literally actively still working WITH Dreykov only moments until natasha and crew showed up. She wasn’t going to stop working on the brain control chemical thingy for Dreykov at any time—literally only stopped when Natasha and crew showed up and forced her to be aware of her actions… even then she still called the red room before natasha came up with a plan… she’s not really redeemed at all… only just starting the pathway to redemption, but even then I don’t think she deserves it because she had no plans on stopping… she wasn’t guilty feeling. She wasn’t going to stop. She’s not a good person. Red guardian isn’t much better either… both of them took part in a fake family to pretty much groom yelena and Natasha for eventual assassin slavery… let that sink in…

This ending feels off… this movie was all over the place. Nat got sidelined in her own movie. I love yelena a lot but in the end, I would have much much much rather gotten a movie about Natashas experience IN the red room and then her escaping and seeing HOW she managed to do that, then her journey with Clint and how he offered her a second chance and then the Budapest mission. I would much much much rather have that. And save task master! The character was reduced to being barely in the movie, kind of like a mini boss, and then for a cheeky reveal “haha gotcha! It’s a woman” kind of like Ghost in Ant-Man and the Wasp (although that one I can’t excuse a bit more since at least they actually developed her as a character and was important to the plot). Think about it. If they removed task master from this plot, almost nothing would change. Nothing. But they wasted the character…

Natasha and scarjo deserved a movie a long time ago. Not AFTER the character died… the beginning of the movie was fine. Keep that. Then, transition it to Natasha’s time IN the red room. Show the atrocities. Show her as the victim manipulated into an assassin. She her confrontation with Clint. Show her breaking out of the red room and helping shield take down the red room. Show her reuniting with yelena even that’s fine. Don’t waste the red guardian or task master. Have yelena and Nat part ways, yelena tasked with helping the other widows readjust to society. Have her start her own organization or something. Show Natasha getting approached by nick fury about the avengers initiative. Bam. That’s the movie we wanted. That would have been great. That’s what Natasha and scarjo deserved. Not this movie. I’m sad to be so negative about this movie. Natasha is literally one of my favorite characters in the entirety of the mcu.

I’m just really upset with the movie unfortunately. For years people expressed interest in black widow, wanting to know her story in the red room and how her and Clint met and their mission in Budapest… but the studios opted for something entirely different for some reason. It’s really disappointing.

Holy crap there are so many credits

Sigh… anyways… time for the mid credit scene… a scene I’ve heard of…

YELENA GOT A DOG

Graveyard…

God I miss Natasha so much

I wonder who put all the pictures and stuffed animals there?

Yelena paying her more respect than the avengers did (yes marvel, I’m STILL salty you didn’t have the avengers give her a funeral but they did for Stark… THEY JUST COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT HER!!!)

Oh hey Valentina. This was supposed to be your first on screen appearance but then this movie kept getting pushed back again and again and you showed up on TFatWS first.

Oh wow so yelena knows who Valentina is. Is she already working for her? Or has she in the past?

“I want a raise” okay so she has.

“The man responsible for your sister’s death.” Ugh…. Say it with me people!!! CLINT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR NATASHA’S DEATH!!! And how did yelena get caught up being an assassin again??? You’d think she wouldn’t want anything to do with that life

Guarantee Yelena will be a background threat in the Hawkeye show and then they’ll quickly settle the issue and she won’t be important to the show after.

Okay I’m tired. I’m gonna watch a better movie now. #JusticeForBlackWidow

[dragonwarriorgal]

Fate: Winx Saga episode 1: To The Waters And The Wild

I can't see shit.

Oh my god! NOT EVEN ONE MINUTE IN AND ALREADY THIS GRUMBLED SHEPARD, A MINOR CHARACTER SAYS "Feckin sheep!" *grumblebrumble*

did he just walk through a magical barrier like it was a normal thing?

and yet another "shit”

Though I gotta say, it is cool that the light from the flashlight is red because of all the blood (which is on a whole other level of funny)

Oh man, am I glad that I decided to watch the first episode of Winx Club before this

Wow really, Winx Club got this amazing banger of a song called Under the Sign of the Winx and this live action has Enya

There we go, there's that fantasy teen tv mandatory pop song(1), I am curious just how many there are

W.O.W. They are just throwing us into the school. Granted, the original series was also just throwing stuff at you. But they at least introduced the school to you! Here it is just "school is starting, get your diet Hogwarts College here!" (god please don't make this be Hogwarts)

OH MY GOD, I am assuming this hunk of a blond English "gentleman" is Sky. BUT GOD THE INTRODUCTION!!

OH MY GOD, THEY ARE JUST BARFING EXPOSITION AREN'T THEY! OH MY GOD!

"Three months ago, I didn't know the Otherworld existed" THEN FUCKING SHOW US THAT!!!!!!!!

Ah, yes, from the first episode that I saw from the original cartoon that I just saw, I remember that Stella was so unfriendly and jealous and being a really pompeus ass like Sky

AH, BRIGHT CORRIDOR!

"well we had wings in the past, but most of our budget went into making this cool ass globe with moving ocean"

"Exposition barfing is also higly contagious around this school so you will have it in this whole season"

Almost EIGHT MINUTES in and we finally hear her name!!!

"It's literally hour one of day one, Mom" And, sorry if I am drawing comparison here" in the cartoon she already had 5 friends!

"You can learn a lot about people on their first day" Like, how they did in the cartoon!?!?!?!?

WOW, are they seriously having a discussion about Bloom's social life in front of everybody????

Also, it is weird that I can hear the sound FROM HER PHONE so well.

"Are you the one person in the universe who's never read Harry Potter?" First of all, no I have not and will NEVER do that. And second: DON'T BE SO OBVIOUS ABOUT YOU POP CULTURE REFERENCE YOU ARE RIPPING OFF!!!!

Oh, god. The entire introduction of her roommates

Show: Introductions can be so boring after all that Mean Girls talk, let's give you some action introduction!

There's the drug reference... Also my face during this entire sequence

Okay, what the hell is this scene with the ominous exposition warning, wasn't Sky JUST fighting this other dude who got high? Why the hell is he going outside "the Barrier" and getting high? I mean I know WHY, for the plot, but HE WAS JUST FIGHTING SKY NOT ONE MINUTE AGO!!!!

Honestly, I thought the High Guy (I don't know this douche's name, thanks show) would be the one to die. I completely forgot about "feckin sheep" guy. Wanna know why? BECAUSE OF ALL THE EXPOSITION!!!!!!!

WHY THE HELL IS THE CSI GUY FROM THE BODY, WHO COLLECTED A SAMPLE FROM THE BODY, GOING THROUGH THE FRIGGIN PARTY FULL OF GOSSIPING MEAN GIRLS WITH THE SAMPLE HE COLLECTED FROM THE BODY IN HIS HANDS WHERE EVERYONE IN THIS PARTY CAN SEE!!!??!?!?!??!!?!?!?

That was a weird scene. Well I guess hello cussing villain of the series.

Oh, this is this type of show, I would have preferred to get the flashback of "3 months ago" in the beginning... you know, instead of this exposition barfing, but oh well...

This show is so mean!

Pop song number 2!

"i just met you, person I STILL don't know the name of and HAVEN'T given you my name either, so maybe I will trust you one day"

Oh great, a love triangle....

You know what, I would rather see the lives of those background characters who were told by the director to mingle and be friendly torward one another, instead of this Mean Girls act!

Who the hell took those photos of her? ON HER OWN PHONE?!

Honestly, if we didn't already see her parents expositioning her character in front of everyone earlier, I would have thought that she killed them "3 months ago"

God, could you imagine if the fire conjured in her right hand instead of the left, thus burning her phone?

Headmistress: We will teach you how to use your powers safely and slowly, starting tomorrow Bloom: *goes during the opening party on the first day outside the Barrier to practice her powers on her own* Fire!

Dead god, now I am hoping that she killed her mother, WOW, THIS SHOW IS SO MEAN!

You know this reminds me when I was about 9 I have been practicing swimming for about 1 or 2 years, but when I was 9 I started to hate it, but my family wouldn't hear it so they forced me to go. Long story short, after I was dropped off, I skipped practice and- OH MY GOD, I HAVE EXPOSITION BARFING NOW!!

Winx club: Bloom is upset because she didn't get a scooter from her parents. Fate Winx Saga: Bloom is upset because her parents took away her door forcing her "to be more open" and she burns down the house.

Please tell me the High guy and the New guy end up together, I just know they are going to force some LBGQT+ representation somewhere!

"Stop bullying me because I'm fat! I can take care of myself you twat!" *goes ahead and uses her earth magic to strangle him*

"Sorry, I'm Terra" AH, LEGIT INTRODUCTIONS!!!

Again, I CAN'T SEE SHIT!

Why are they having dinner in the dark?

Wow, the sound editing is TERRIBLE!

"Hey, we are your parent's bloom. If we don't know you, nobody does." The most hypocritical statement so far.

Wow, she hasn't even STARTED classes on how to control her powers, and already she has given up and goes to her warehouse home!

There's that jumpscare, it always got to me in the cartoon.

oh no bloom is in danger, we have learned so much about you from those expositions

Who the hell is Silva, not that I was distracted by your glistening abs or anything. Is he going to be like Archie from Riverdale?

Pop song number 3!

4 lamps are on in this room AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT!!

"I can't sleep where they all hate me!" WELL IT'S NOT LIKE YOU WERE GIVING THEM A GOOD REASON TO LOVE YOU GEORGINA! #notmystella

"Can I sleep with you, you don't hate me" YOU FUCKING BROKE UP WITH HIM YOU BITCH!!

GAH! A FRIENDLY PERSONALITY!!

Oh, it's a Zombie story... that's....hm..

There's that forced LBQT+ rep

Let me guess, the hooded figure going through the barrier is the Braid girl?

And it ends with pop song numer 4!

In conclusion watching this episode

[ain-t-bovvered]

Babe, I need a commentary on "Swan Song" more than I need my next breath. Pretty please ‼️

 [Send me an ask with your favourite or a random SPN episode and I’ll comment on it while re-watching it.]

+SPN Commentaries+     

Season 14 

a/n : all the episode SPN gifs are made as I watch , unless they’re from google , you can see that if they are. If you can’t see them you need to use a computer or use the gifs post right under the episode link.

UUUGH *wraps herself in a blanket* 

[zoom on Dean as the song goes “don’t you cry no more” ] J F C

[Chuck’s voice] “On April 21st-”

[slams the laptop close] I can’t do this.

————————————————-

- I gotta . 

*sobs* [open laptop] “ -1967 , the 100 millionth..”

- “the most important car “  

-” Getting folks right for judgment day” 

- “ a used car-lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse”  [sucks breath in]

- “ Where the story begins ..:”

- “…and here is where it ends”

- “Watching out for you,it’s kind of been my job”  “ it’s kinda who I am”

- “I let him out…I gotta put him back”

Goddamn it this will hurt like a son of a bitch , I can’t even be funny

- I always cringed seeing those two demons hanging from the ceiling to bleed out like pigs honestly.

-…and damn that fucking jacket!!!! I hate whoever stole it with all my heart

- Oh fuck Sam’s so disgusted and scared 

- Looking at Castiel sleeping in the back “oh ain’t he a little angel?” 

 S:”Angels don’t sleep”

 D: Well…fuck

-DETROIT

-S “Dean I’m sure he know a buttload we don’t”

-S” you gotta promise me you are not gonna try to bring me back”

 D: WUT, lol sure

-Apple-pie life ….sorry but that doesn’t suit neither of you. AND just because Idgaf about y’all haters….I don’t even want that for them . I mean…I don’t see supernatural ending like that , do you? Blaze of glory guys.

-HE DID NOT PROMISE THO

-time for the goodbyes .

- S “Do you mind not watching this?”

[skipping forward crying] I CAN’T YOU GUYS FUCK YOU

also…that was a lot to drink, I can barely drink two bottles of water a day without being sick.

-S “ We’re here you sons of bitches” 

MOOD

- Hey Lucy…looking rotting

- All those little details in the car makes me so sad and warm and happy, ffs

-WHY DOES HE KNOW ABOUT THE RIIIIINGS

-oh my fuck look at Dean right now….my heart 

-The moment where Sam becomes Lucifer…..DAMN JARED

- And here we have the entire fandom mood

-The mirror talk 

-Samifer: “ Such anger, young Skywalker”-Samifer “ we are two half made whole”S: first of all EWW

-Jesus H Roosevelt Christ , that is so not Sam

-”Sam Winchester this is your life”  

Hi hello, uhm…can someone send help? I think my heart is being ripped off

- C “I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol “ A MOOD

- D” yes, well, .thank you Bukowski “

- OH WOW BOBBY’S BROKEN FACE DOESN’T AFFECT ME AT ALL. 

Jk that’s insufferable 

-”Sam used to insist on honest jobs.” that’s cute.

-”They could go anywhere and do anything” LIVING THE LIFE I WANT 

-”Sure , they never really had a roof and 4 walls, but they were never, in fact, homeless “

-”It has to end where it started I guess”

-”You are gonna do something stupid. You got that look” TELL ME AGAIN HOW BOBBY IS NOT THEIR FATHER

-”Well I ain’t gonna let him die alone”

[ok …I’ve run out of pitiful cats pics ]

-oh well that’s a graveyard that @curly-haired-disaster would enjoy

- Angels and their constipated staring contest.

- is it bad that I find the fucking Devil reasonable ?!?!?! Like??? he’s?? not wrong??

- JFC Michael is so…aseptic 

-but also I’m imagining this with Michael true vessel and I’m dying because….PARALLELS

ALSO , Michael and Lucifer:

- [PURR] *GASPS* OH look it’s Dean doing something stupid.

-[Rock of Ages starts to play ] My lame 90s’ ass:

*record scratch* In my defense….nope…there is no excuse….proceed *record starts*

-”it’s better to burn out than fade away”

 D mentally : hello you stupid motherfuckers, Dean-suicidal-tendencies-because-nothing-to-lose is here.

- Michael : RUDE

-Lucifer : lol I love this stupid son of a bitch, i’LL KILL HIM LAST

-”Hey, we need to talk” 

can someone get me an infinity rule to measure Dean’s balls right now?

- Satan: This is a new whole mountain of stupid” also I’m so entertained right now. You go mud monkey, do a little dance.

-Dean addressing Adam

Adam in hell : SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

- AND HERE WE HAVE THE GREATEST INSULT

-also…HELLOOOO YOU CASTIEL HATERS MOTHERFUCKERS, HE LITERALLY JUST SIGNED HIS DEATH TO GIVE 5 FRIGGIN MINUTES TO DEAN FOR SOMETHING HE ISN’T EVEN SURE WOULD CHANGE A THING

- Satan “ did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?”

Castiel : …..nnnnno…?

[SPLAT]

- Lucifer grabbing Dean by the collar , slowly , saying “ You are such a pain……” [dramatic pause because Lucifer is a drama queen] “…in my ass”

HOT.

(please don’t start sending me Wincest or SamLucifer x Dean or SamxLucifer stuff , I still don’t like them)

- NAH BOBBEH

- “Oh he’s in here all right” …. kinky

(please don’t start sending me Wincest or SamLucifer x Dean or SamxLucifer stuff , I still don’t like them)

- [Dean gets trashed]

- The toy soldier!!!!

-THE FLASHBACKS

-OH my god he’s so scared and oh look you can see the moment he gives up

-those silent goodbyes

- [gross sobbing]

- also….bye forever Adam and Canon Michael arches.

-The moment Dean realize it’s done and his head bump into the car and his lips trembles and his eyes are so lost and full of pain and then he closes them and turn his head [fades to black]

OH LOOK HE IS ON HIS KNEES , FUCKING GREAT THANKS…..wow ok YA REALLY NEED TO STOP MAKING ME DO COMMENTARIES ON SAD EP , but that would mean that there would be just a handful left then….

- *whop whop * here is Castiel

- D:”Cass are you God? “

 C: “ no but I’ll make you scream that later in the seasons. That’s a nice compliment, but no”

- C: “ New and improved” CASS IS A SERAPH NOW , [LEVEL UP]

- “ you try to tied up any loose ends, but you never can “ … are the writers calling themselves out?

“The fans are always gonna bitch”

HEY

“There’s always gonna be holes”

yeah riiiight

-D “ wow…God gives you a brand new shiny set of wings and suddenly you are his bitch again”

oooooh speaking the truths and we all know what happens in season 6 .

C : “It’s just seems like the right thing to do” 

me : *cringe *

- D: “ All I’ve got is my brother in a hole!”

- C: “ what would you rather have? Peace or Freedom ?” 

CASTIEL WHAT’S WITH THESE IMPOSSIBLE CHOICES, JFC he’s already starting to sounds like what he’ll become in season 6

- D:” You really sucks at goodbyes”

-Bobby and Dean’s hug *sobs*

-Chuck:” Every part of him, every fiber he’s got wants to die…”

thanks god, I hate it

- “..he’s made a promise” 

A VeRy FuCKIng StUPid onE 

- THE VOICE CRACK

- Chuck:” they did alright” 

*spluttering* I’M SORRY WHAT

Also FUCK OFF WITH THIS MUSIC AND THE FLASHBACKS

-”Nothing really ever ends”HERE….RIGHT HERE…at the time I’ve watched this the first time I was…..BITCH WHERE U GO? AND THEN…….OH..OOOOH YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

God every time something bad happens on heart, heaven and hell : 

OH WAIT …

-[ camera pointing in Sam’s face] and where the fuck did you come from bitch.[Hello by Adele starts to play]

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Next up : Free to be you and me

ugh I forgot who wanted the tag in these so I’m tagging the ones from the season 14 ones

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[antiquecompass]

Things I Forgot I Wrote But Found In My Files While Looking For Something Else:

This samstevebucky OT3 Urban Fantasy au that @lavenders-bi asked for during, what I’m guessing, was a prompt meme thing:

The 107th Precinct usually got its fair share of odd calls during the first truly hot nights of the year—something about summer in the city making magic go fucking haywire—but this was getting ridiculous.

"All I wanted was a nice night out with my vowed-partners," Bucky Barnes said as he pulled off his jacket and threw it in the back of Jim Morita’s squad car. “There was going to be cake, damn it. It’s supposed to be my night off.”  He waved to Sam and Steve from the street and tried not to count just how many date nights had been interrupted by his job.

 “Gabe’s grandkid is in a school play so he’s unreachable. Monty had to use the Middle Way to pop back to England for some family curse business. Jacques is upstate translating for a loup-garrou, and you’re the one who forbade me and Dugan from working together. It’s on you, oh illustrious leader,” Morita said.

  Bucky knew he shouldn’t have taken that promotion. Pros outweighing the cons bullshit. He was burning the list the next time Sam suggested one. He spared one last look to the restaurant before slipping into the passenger seat.

  <i>Be careful</i>, Steve sent down their communication link.

  <i>Or I’ll tell Natasha to kick your ass and stand back and laugh</i>, Sam added.

  <i>Love you too</i>, Bucky sent before muting the link. He worked better in the field when it was just a background hum.

  "Just one goddamned night of peace, quiet, and decent food," he said as he pressed his metal fist into the dashboard. "But do I get that? Biggest fucking nope ever. I’ve now got to politely encourage a friggin’ swamp monster away from a fire hydrant before the sprites descend like a swarm of mosquitoes to devour it and the power lines for half the city."

  "You seem a little wound-up there, Barnes," Morita said. “Let me cool you down.” He sent a quick shot of ice-cold flame at Bucky’s exposed arms.

  Bucky gave him the finger, ignoring the fact that it just made Morita laugh harder.

  "It’s not like Sam or Steve are going to leave you for missing another dinner,” he said. “Steve’s known how you operate for the better part of a century now, and Wilson’s caught on quicker than anyone else I’ve seen. If they wanted someone with decent hours, they should’ve dated a banker. It’s what they get for being stupid enough to vow themselves to you. I was pushing for Gabe to complete their triumvirate."

  "You’re getting close to being kicked off the Christmas Card list, buddy, and you know how much Steve’s artwork goes for.” He gave the siren on the dash a quick electric jumpstart. “Drive, Morita. We got to pick up the rookies before Cthulhu comes looking for one of its babies.”

  "Didn’t the messenger update you? Swamp monster slid back down the sewer grate towards home," Morita said.

  Bucky rolled his eyes. “Fuck. What’s really wrong then?”

  Morita howled.

  Fucking wolves. Bucky clenched his metal fist. It’s not like he’d already given an actual limb to this job or anything because of the fucking wolves. He hated wolves.

  “I’ll promise not to let you lose the other arm this time,” Morita teased.

  “Just drive,” Bucky ordered.

  <center>**********</center>

  "Really?" Kate Bishop asked as she sorted through her quiver of enchanted arrows. "You could’ve told me I needed the Deterrent Spell arrows before we got out here, Barnes."

  "I’m sorry, I thought your mentor would’ve told you to be prepared for everything," Bucky said as he ducked behind a dumpster. The only good thing about urban warfare was the hiding places.

  "He’s obsessed with Boomerang Spells," Kate said.

  "What?" Bucky asked. He laid his flesh hand on the ground and pulled from the electricity running through the streets below. He sent it out towards the crowd as a warning shot. Fucking bystanders were still trying to get too damn close to wolf fight. He knew technically a Conduit such as himself wasn’t supposed to aim for the non-magical human targets, but fuck ‘em all if they weren’t smart enough to run in the other goddamned direction.

  "Boomerang," Kate said. She hopped up on the dumpster and prepared to take shot.

  “Is that a boomerang one?” he asked.

  “Nope,” Kate said.

  "Then what are you throwing at ‘em?" he asked.

  "I call this one <i>Sleepytime Tea</i>," she said.

  “Hold,” a familiar voice yelled at them.

  Bucky turned to find his other lost little rookie running up to them.

  "I thought we only had winter wolves here," Eli Bradley said as he slid to a stop beside them. He had his grandfather’s shield strapped to his back. It was probably the most powerful weapon among the three of them due to its age and legacy.

  Bucky was only a little jealous he still had to make do with borrowed shield spells and he was a fucking sergeant.

  "You’re late," Bucky said.

  Eli shrugged. “You were the one who told me take those nighttime classes. There was traffic, Sarge. Some pegasus decided the freeway was a good place to take a nap. Agent Carter gave me a note if you want to see it.”

  Bucky waved him off. He’d let it go. <i>This time</i>.

  "So what’s going on?" Eli asked.

  "Turf war," Kate guessed. She took a breath and let loose her arrows. They hit their targets and both wolves went down without any more of a fight.

  "Huh, well how about that," Eli said. “Didn’t even need me here.”

  Bucky held up his hand. “If either one of you make a comment on how not difficult that was, I will send you both to the Itemization Squad for a month.”

  He liked to think their salutes were genuine and not the least bit sarcastic, but he’d trained them both so he knew better.

  <center>**********</center>

  Six in the morning was the time for waking up, not coming home after a supposed night off, and Bucky Barnes was monumentally pissed off. Not quite as bad as I-Lost-My-Arm-For-Your-Cause-And-All-I-Got-Was-An-Enchanted-Metal-Limb pissed off, but pretty damn frustrated.

  He smelled like shit. Actual shit. Northeastern Troll excrement to be exact for the discerning. He just <i>had</i> to help a group of fauns cross the one bridge left in the area that still had a troll under it. That was at midnight. After a small battle requiring Eli’s shield, Kate, her personal mentor Clint, and both of their Boomerang Arrows, and Morita’s ability to make the earth actually move, he was finally home. Still ready to slam an inanimate object down to the lowest depths of hell via an electrical charge, but home at least and at last.

  He was supposed to have the more settled life now. That’s <i>why</i> he took the promotion and the leadership position. The most dangerous thing that he was supposed to battle these days was paperwork. He’d taken all those steps for the quiet life: house in the ‘burbs, officially a year-and-a-day’ed signed-sealed-and-delivered to a schoolteacher (who was really a retired Winged Guardian, but Sam liked to keep that knowledge quiet. Never knew when he’d need to fly again and surprise was the most important part to those with hidden wings) and an artist (who was actually a wizard, but Steve liked to keep that quiet because there were only so many times someone could ask him for a love potion before he’d lose his temper and get into the sort of epic ranting that actually turned molehills into mountains. He was so much happier making his weird-ass wizard dreams into artwork). He had a flock of birds (Sam’s), a dog (Steve’s), a mortgage, and a car payment. He should not have to stand outside at six in the morning and hose himself down after stripping and setting his own trash can on fire because there was no saving his clothes.

  And those where his <i>nice</i> slacks too. They were the expensive khakis Mrs. Rogers bought him for his birthday. They were as classy as Bucky got outside of uniform, and he loved those fucking things. The last time he wore those were for their anniversary dinner, and he quite liked just what wearing those pants had gotten him.

  "Wow. You actually smell like shit," Sam said from the garage. He was dressed for work and Bucky wanted to maybe cry because he’d missed his chance already to mess up that pressed shirt and tie. He loved when his guys were halfway between professional-looking and artfully rumpled courtesy of Bucky’s ministrations.

  The day officially sucked and he hadn’t even slept yet.

  "Please tell me there’s coffee," he said as he turned the hose off himself and on to the small fire.

  "There is, but I don’t know if Steve’s going to let you near his precious coffee pot when you smell like actual shit. Jesus fuck, Bucky, what happened last night?"

  "Everything," Bucky said. He was not pouting because he did <i>not</i> pout, even when Sam damn near ran past him.

  "Weakling!" Bucky yelled at him.

  Sam blew him a kiss from his car before backing out of the driveway.

  <center>**********</center>

  A century ago Bucky fell in love with little Steve Rogers because he was noble and fearless and selfless. They’d had a lot of asshole instructors at their training school, many who only thought strength meant brawn and not spirit; that somehow innate power could be measured by height and muscles and not be sheer potential. They were the type of teachers who had should have never been allowed to help form the minds or opinions of the young, poor, and vulnerable. The kids who attended the school went there because they had no choice; they either lacked parents, guardians, mentors, sponsors, or their families were too poor to afford anything else.

   Bucky and Steve fell in that last group. Steve’s mother refused to charge for her healing spells outside of her official hospital job, refusing to make their family rich off the suffering of people who couldn’t afford traditional medical care. She’d instilled her son with that same set of values and a backbone of steel, even if no one really knew just how gifted Steve was back then.

  Bucky went to the institute because he was he eldest and figured his younger siblings deserved better. They all showed signs of telekinesis and manipulating matter. Bucky just knew how to talk himself into and out of everything. Sure, he had started a few accidental fires with his mind, but that was country wizarding stuff. Everyone could basically do that. The institute seemed a good place to hone his less than honorable skills though. He had dirt gathered on all the instructors just in case. He learned to walk in the paths of the shadows, and didn’t realize until years later that sometimes the shadows were following <i>him</i>.

  Back then though, he was just a smart kid with a smarter mouth and little patience for authoritative bullshit who fell in love when he saw a scrawny twelve-year-old throw himself in front of an instructor’s punishment spell to protect an even younger kid. The kid’s only crime was not performing in a way the instructor wanted, but fucking seriously that’s what you got when you tried to make someone who’s power existed in <i>creation</i> try to bring down a wall.

  The move to protect someone else was enough to earn Bucky’s respect and admiration. The fact that the spell bounced off both of the kids, hit the instructor back by a power of threefold, and brought down the wall? That was pretty much it for James Buchanan Barnes.

  Steve was honest-to-god noble. Bucky decided it then and only had it reaffirmed in the subsequent years. Fuck the royal magical and wizarding blood lines; Steve was as good as it got. Sam was probably the second-to-best person Bucky knew, and certainly was the actual voice of reason between the three of them. The fact that they both still stayed with Bucky, and his ability to court trouble in places where no trouble should exist, was kind of a miracle.

  The Steve standing before him now though looked constipated by his own guilt.

  “You’re going to shit an actual brickhouse if you don’t unclench,” Bucky said.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

My first Andrea request! Thank you so much!

23. Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pairing: Platonic Female Cousland x Leliana

Pairing Type: F/F

Words: 530

Warnings: Leliana’s a really understand sweetheart and I Love Her, Andrea’s whole family is dead and She’s Not Doing That Great You Guys, I really love platonic relationships with Leliana, Like Really Friggin Love ‘Em

She hasn't meant to start touching her.

Leliana and her had taken the first watch, and with everyone else asleep in their tents, the forest was ever so quiet. Orange-glowing fire crackled in the pit, lighting the two of them in a sunset hue. It seemed to be the first moment of peace since everything went wrong. She was sure that Redcliffe would be a nightmare. Prince, her mabari, was curled up asleep at her feet, his low breathing like a metronome.

"It's peaceful, isn't it?" Leliana said, looking at the trees waving in the nighttime breeze.

"I suppose so," Andrea said back, not looking out at the forest. Her eyes were half-focused on the Orlesian's hand, half-noticing the wide array of freckles covering her skin.

So cute, she thought, not really processing what had just passed through her head. She had found that happening a lot these days. She noticed a tiny pattern in the little brown speckles, and absentmindedly traced it, her finger drawing a heart along Leliana's soft skin. Then a star, and a circle, and a diamond. Her skin was covered in the little constellations, and Andrea couldn't help herself.

"Like my freckles?" Leliana asked, startling her out of her trance.

"I- no!" She said, crossing her arms and sticking her nose up, a telltale sign she was embarrassed. "They're unsightly blemishes!"

"Then why are you so fascinated with them?" She teased, smiling slyly at the noble.

"I am not fascinated with your little blemishes," she said, painted red lips in a scowl.

"Ah, that's a shame," Leliana sighed overdramatically. "I was going to show you a couple that look like butterflies, they're really cute."

"That is idiotic."

Leliana giggled and lifted the left side of her skirt. "See?" She asked, pointing to a group. "They look like little wings!" Andrea let her eyes flicker to them for a second.

"I suppose a child could find them... interesting," she said. Leliana smiled.

"Oh come on! There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" She said, leaning against Andrea's shoulder.

"It's childish," Andrea said, narrowing her eyes at the redhead. "I wasn't meaning to touch you, it is an old habit, and I forgot who you were."

"Who I am?" Leliana asked. "As in what? A stranger? A girl? An Orlesian?"

"Yes." Leliana's big blue eyes prodded her to say more. "I used to do that with my nephew," she admitted. "Trace his freckles. Make up stories about how the constellations on his face got there." She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat. "His mother was Antivan, and she had the most marvelous freckles. I must admit I was delighted when her son inherited them." Leliana didn't need to ask to know that they were dead. "I guess I fell back into old habits." Leliana gently pried one of Andrea's hands from where they were crossed over her chest and held it in her own warm, freckled hand.

"Well, if you want, I will not oppose you tracing my freckles," she smiled gently, her voice soothing.

"Thank you." She paused. "Perhaps another day I will take you up on that offer, Orlesian."

[garden-ghoul]

fellowship of the bloggening, part 7

“I actually checked this time and it’s totally part 7″

THE BRIDGE OF KHAZAD-DUM

Gandalf finds a bloodstained book by Balin’s tomb, and Tolkien makes it his mission to recreate as accurately as possible the experience of reading a partial text that needs Deciphering. Because he’s a nerd. The book is basically a family diary that recounts how things went for Balin & co since they came to Moria 30 years ago.

'I fear their end was cruel. Listen! We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run The pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Óin. We cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep. The last thing written is in a trailing scrawl of elf-letters: they are coming. There is nothing more.'

I’m endeared, because this is exactly the kind of thing I wrote in my journals when I was 12 because I thought it sounded impressive--that semi-poetic repetition of we cannot get out and the “trailing scrawl” at the end where you can see someone was trying to run away while writing. I really want dwarven record-keeping to be a specific poetic form, I want every kind of writing to have a specific poetic form, up to and including sales receipts.

As the company is leaving the records chamber they hear the doom, doom of enormous drums (have always loved that as an onomatopoeia). Legolas and Gimli, the nerds, immediately quote from the ominous text they just read, to express their fear, and at the same time the hypothesis that whatever killed Balin’s guys is coming for them. Very elegant use of echolalia! But it does make them sound, like nerds.

They are attacked by orcs, bla bla, the hobbits are surprisingly courageous and good at fighting! Well, Frodo and Sam are. We hear nothing of valiant deeds performed by Merry and Pippin. They flee out the other door of the records chamber; Gandalf stays behind to do something--I thought he was sealing the door with magic, but he says he was nearly defeated by something up there? It did a magic battle with Gandalf over the lock of the door, which is terribly exciting but left our wizard exhausted. When the door exploded, something “dark as a cloud” was obscuring the room. One point for my firesmoke balrogs. Anyway, we reach another hall, one level below the west gate (I love how Gandalf is carefully narrating exactly where they are). This hall has familiar pillars carved into the shapes of enormous trees. I assume it’s one of Tolkien’s imagery obsessions, but still I’m adding it to the Menegroth-Angband-Mandos trifecta of places to face one’s doom. Doom, doom, say the drums in the deep. The company moves on to the narrow bridge over a Hella Pit, designed to be difficult and unsafe for enemies to cross.

Also there’s this really neat balrog description:

What it was could not be seen: it was like a great shadow, in the middle of which was a dark form, of man-shape maybe, yet greater. It came to the edge of the fire and the light faded as if a cloud had bent over it. Then with a rush it leaped across the fissure. The flames roared up to greet it, and wreathed about it; and a black smoke swirled in the air. Its streaming mane kindled, and blazed behind it.

So basically balrogs look like a cloud of black smoke concealing an enormous humanoid form, but their dash attack is rocket powered. Also later it says that it has wings that span the entire hall. Very cool, but not as cool as walking tripod jellyfish things that whip out tendrils of fire to sting people.

Gandalf faces the balrog on the bridge, cuts its flaming sword to pieces (hell yeah). And he makes a stopping-spell so powerful that his staff shatters as the spell takes effect, cutting the bridge in two. But as we know he gets dragged into the pit. The company flees into daylight, scattering terrified orcs before them, and then once they’re out of bowshot of the walls they all stand there weeping.

Will our heroes make it to

LOTHLORIEN?

Tune in right now to find out! Or, in a little while. Aragorn says, enough crying we have lots to do. Gimli takes a brief detour to see Dimrill Dale’s biggest tourist spot, the location where Durin first looked into the Mirrormere and saw a prophetic vision of himself becoming an eternal king. You can actually see the jewels in his crown down there “till he wakes.” Um. What? What are those? Ah also Gimli really really wants Frodo, specifically, to see this with him. He knows Frodo is a history nerd. I love him.

Anyway they hike until they get to Lorien; it being winter, the leaves on the trees are gold. Thanks Galadriel for acknowledging that seasons exist, kinda. Legolas notes that a “secret power” protects the wood, although apparently nobody knows what it is (Nenya). Boromir is less happy to be here, because in Gondor the rumor is that nobody who walks into the Golden Wood ever walks out. Probably because y’all aren’t exactly elf-friends.

'Perilous indeed,' said Aragorn, 'fair and perilous; but only evil need fear it, or those who bring some evil with them.’

Stares at Aragorn. Stares at the Ring, the most evil artifact left in the world. Stares at Aragorn again. Anyway they walk until they find the river Nimrodel, which Legolas says brings healing to the weary. So he paddles in it for a bit. When they make camp he sings about Nimrodel and her beau, but breaks off, saying that he forgot the rest. When did elves become able to forget things? This new?

Then there’s a long passage that I forgot to blog because it was really engagingly written, but basically our heroes meet some Lorien elves and hang out in treehouses for a while, Legolas and Gimli argue about why the Lorien elves distrust dwarves so much, and the party takes a stroll. Everyone gets un-blindfolded and Frodo and Sam talk a bunch about how dreamlike and unchanging Lorien is. Sounds like a terrifying place. There’s also an element of “echoes of the past” here; Frodo hears the sea and calls of extinct seabirds from on top of Amroth’s Hill. The implication is that Lorien has been unchanged for thousands of years, and Frodo feels it will remain that way forever.

THE MIRROR OF GALADRIEL

We enter the one and only city in Lothlorien, Caras Galadhon. This city is unique not only in that all the buildings are trees, but also in the fact that our heroes can’t see anyone there. They hear people moving around, talking, and singing, but they don’t see anyone. This implies some kind of very interesting culture, I’m sure. Well, when they get to the throne room or whatever, Celeborn greets each of the travellers by name, as if to impress upon them that he already knows everrrrythingggg. Galadriel is silent and scary until it’s time to correct her husband on the reason Gandalf isn’t here. The tale of Gandalf’s fall is told; Celeborn is so ready to blame dwarves for this, because he is as racist as ever, but Galadriel chides him for it like she always does. She speaks of Khazad-dum and environs in dwarvish, possibly for the purpose of flirting with Gimli, and they smile at each other.

He rose clumsily and bowed in dwarf-fashion, saying: 'Yet more fair is the living land of Lórien, and the Lady Galadriel is above all the jewels that lie beneath the earth!’ 

Did you have to put in ‘clumsily.’ We get it, he’s not an elf. Whatever. Gimli and Galadriel are cute, she’s trying very hard to show everyone that she’s less racist than her husband. I also want to appreciate how people keep using “before the fall of Gondolin and Nargothrond” as a very specific time measure. I’m guessing that that’s what people say when they mean “in the First Age” but don’t want to, uh, ruin immersion by being specific.

Our heroes get some much-needed rest. They sleep a lot and go for constitutionals among the trees. Legolas goes out to a lot of elf-ragers or something, and gradually starts bringing Gimli with him. Oh, you finally noticed he’s a real stand-up guy, huh? Well, it’s nice that they’re both making friends.

Later Galadriel fetches Frodo and Sam to look into her magic mirror. They see various things. Frodo last sees the Eye of Sauron, and Galadriel does a little speech about how she uses Nenya to defend Lothlorian from his eye and his mind.

‘Do you not see now wherefore your coming is to us as the footstep of Doom? For if you fail, then we are laid bare to the Enemy. Yet if you succeed, then our power is diminished, and Lothlórien will fade, and the tides of Time will sweep it away.’

Oho! So the Three do draw a good portion of their power from the One, even though Celebrimbor tried his best to make them independent. That must have taken some doing, forging a magic that would subjugate all free rings. I like to think that he had to put a constraint of rings only on it, in order for it to be strong enough to stand against Celebrimbor’s work. Also:

‘We must depart into the West, or dwindle to a rustic folk of dell and cave, slowly to forget and to be forgotten.'

Mmm perfect memory as maybe a First Age thing specifically; perfect memory that depends on the state of the world and maybe even the blessing of the Valar and their presence on the same planet. I friggin dig it. Frodo also offers Galadriel the Ring--one passing that I have to assume the Ring is actually encouraging, rather than its normal unwillingness to leave any one owner. Galadriel does her speech about what will happen if she gets the Ring. I read it as kind of a warning/intimidation tactic honestly. In the movie they portrayed it as a power trip and her being tempted, but I think she already finished tempting herself long ago and decided not to take it. The test she speaks of here isn’t a test of wisdom, it’s a test of willpower in sticking to the decision she already made.

[haruine]

THE WINGS TOUR JAKARTA EXPERIENCE // 29.04.2017

It’s already one month. I know. Better to tell you later rather than not to lol. OKAY SO I GOT THE CHANCE TO SEE BANGTAN SONYEONDAN A.K.A BANGTAN BOYS WITH MY OWN EYES LIKE OMG. I asked my parents if I could watch them as my birthday gift this year, and they freaking said yes. The ticket war, the hype, the I-can’t-focus-on-my-school vibes weeks (and days) before the concert... And I got scammed too bcs I bought Army bomb. Everything was very memorable. Now I’ll start with my departure day to Jakarta.

CGK Arrival

So me and my mom went to Jakarta at 4.25 pm. I was absent on school that day lmao, I spent my half day to search for an Army bomb and keep informed for any news from my friends. And we arrived at CGK airport around... 6 pm I guess. I didn’t check the time that time haha. I saw so many ARMYs were waiting for Bangtan to came in front of terminal 2D and they’re chanting the boys’ names so freaking loud (cmiiw guys bcs I forgot which terminal was it). But actually, later on that night, Bangtan was arrived and got out at terminal 3. I felt bad for them who’ve waited :(

My hotel where I was stayed at was full of ARMYs that night. I saw so many girls around my age and I already knew that “oh they must be ARMYs”. I slept around 11 pm, even before I slept I can’t control my excitement, it felt like my heart was dropped to my stomach and going to explode. I set my alarm at 5 am, to prepare and did the final check.

THE D-DAY HECK YEAHHHHHH

I literally woke up at 4 am, and I don’t even know why I did... dammit. Some of my friends on Red B zone group were already awoke, and I was very shocked to see that some of ARMYs were already queued at ICE. I felt nauseous(?), nervous and excited just to think in a few hours I’ll saw them live. I took a shower at 5.15, after that I did my hair and etc.

I was arrived at ICE around 8, and there were A WHOLE LOT OF ARMYS already there. I was so damn confused where to queue at first & finally I queued in front of 6th hall. Oh before I queued I met my new friend who asked for some batteries for her Army bomb (fyi, i brought 8 batteries w/ me hahaha). I got freebies bcs my mom bought a watter bottle and a Jimin hand-fan for me (my mom is my hero, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MOM). And when I called her to looked for an Army bomb or penstick seller, she literally found one and I was so freaking glad (and surprised) my mom bought the original Army bomb what the--

I MET 2 NEW FRIENDS AND THEY WERE SO KIND OML. The first one I met was a very cheerful person and she was half western and Indonesian, we chatted for a while and fangirled (ofc duh) together HAHAHA. Aaaand the second one was very kind because both our friends watched the concert at Purple section and we’re both Red section. We parted bcs her benefit was soundcheck and me: fast track.  BUT I REGRET FOR NOT ASKING HER NAME :( hey gurls if u saw this post pls dm me and let’s be friends alright

It was so hot and I admit I don’t like crowded places bcs it makes me felt dizzy but I tried to endured it all just for Bangtan only. I bought lunch for 50k rupiahs (its so damn expensive for a student like me but im hungry, sooo ok) and water for 10k. I ate everything in a rush and ran for my life bcs I thought my benefit number was already called out. When I got in the hall, I chose to stood in front of the extended stage. OH I WAS SCARED TOO THAT TiME WHEN MY ARMY BOMB DIDN’T TURNED ON BUT A PERSON HELPED ME AND I CAN TURNED IT ON PHEWWWW I WAS WRONG TO PUT THE BATTERIES INSIDE LOL IM SO STUPID

Spring Day MV was on and I teared up for real. I was excited and happy 'cause my night that was spent on waiting for the day I meet them came to an end.

Not Today made my jaw dropped, they’re gorgeous af in real life oh dear Lord

THEIR INTRO TALK WERE SO ADORABLE SHIT

Am I Wrong makes me go asdfdkslgeuhreaf

BAEPSAE! my life goal had been reached to saw it live :”)

Dope!!! I WAS SHOUTING JJEOREO ALL THE TIME

Begin: JEON JUNGKOOK MY FIRST EVER BIAS IN BANGTAN O MY SHIET oh and I sang too

LIE: EARGASM EARGASM EARGASMMMMM++++++

First Love: i shouted “i feEL SO NICE MOM I FEEL SO NICE WHOO” for real

Lost: vocal line in red makes me go “awww”

SAVE ME! I sang along and lifted the banner for the fan project while singin and swinging my Army bomb back and forth (but sadly after the concert I threw out the banner :( ) AND NAMJOON PUTS HIS THUMBS UP WHILE SMILING BCS WE SHOUTED “THANK YOU URIGA DWAEJEOSSEO”

I NEED U! It was the 2nd year anniversary of HYYH pt. 1 that day and when I think about it it made me so emo

Reflection: WE SHOUTED “WE LOVE YOU” TO NAMJOON, HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW LOVELY HE IS TO US, BABE U R AMAZING OKAY

Stigma: TAEHYUNG’S HIGH NOTE KILLED ME

MAMA!!!!!!! I personally love this song very much and saw Hoseok performed this made me really happy and I legit thinking about my mom while singing along

AWAKE: I sang my heart out and kept telling myself not to cry

CYPHER 4 WAS SO FRIGGIN’ LIT I SANG THE LYRICS ON TOP OF MY LUNGS HELL YEAH

FIRE!!! SSAK DA BULTAEORA BOW WOW WOW

N.O was my jam ok, I love that song so much

NO MORE DREAM: I SHOUTED EVERY LYRICS

Boy in Luv: why are you keep shaking my hearteu?!?!

Danger: they got dispersed and I shouted their names whenever they walked to the right extended stage bcs I was near

RUN!!! HOLY SHIT HOSEOK HE MAKES MY HAIR DRENCHED BCS HE SPLASHED WATER I WAS SO HAPPY AND HYPE SO I JUMPED AND THE VIDEO THAT I WAS RECORDING CAME OUT A MESS AND SHOOK A LOT HAHAHAHA

War of Hormone: this song was me and my friend’s jam:”))))

21st Century Girls: ISHIPSEGI SONYEODEULA LIVE UR LIFE LIVE UR LIFE COME ON BABYYYYYY

NAMJOON SAID “INILAH LAGU TERAKHIR” WHICH MEANS THIS IS OUR LAST SONG AWWW

BOY MEETS EVIL OMG HOSEOK WHY :”)))))))

BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS! I screamed wonhae manhi manhi hahahaha

enCOREEEE, THE VCR MAKES ME WANNA CRY THE WORDS REALLY TOUCHED MY HEART

OUTRO: WINGS!!!! ON THE STAGE WAS SHOWN “FLY HIGH WITH INDONESIAN ARMY“ AND I SMILED EAR TO EAR, THEIR HILARIOUS DANCE BREAKS MADE EVERY ARMY LAUGHED AND SCREAMED

Their last ment :( HOSEOK SAID “KALIAN ADALAH SAYAP KAMI, BERKAT KALIAN KAMI BISA TERBANG” (= you guys are our wings, and because of you we are able to fly) AND I SAID AWWWWW

JIN’S HAND KISS OMFG I CATCHED HIS FLYING KISS WITH NO SHAME LMAO

2!3! : we had a project for this song, we shout “SARANGHAE” instead of gwenchana, and it made TaeTae surprised and smiled so big.

Spring Day: i was getting more sad bcs it was their last song to perform :( and I sang along too

when they bowed together, ARMYs was singing “whoa oh oh” part from Spring Day, I felt like crying goshhh

their behind the scene video was sO CUTE

I was touched for the nth time when on the screen was showed “SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR WINGS,  A.R.M.Y.”

Sooooo that was my experience. The next day I felt like crying bcs I can’t help but to think about the concert. MY PCD WAS VERY SEVERE DUDE. At the plane towards my hometown, I cried. When I was on my way to airport, I cried too. Until now I never dare to listen to Spring Day, bcs it will make me cry for sure. Earlier today I heard it on TV and I cried, again. HAHAHA I’M SO SENSITIVE WHYYYY.

If you guys get the chance to see them, and you’ve been wanting to see them, please focus on your goal right in front of your eyes. Even though you struggled so hard, I believe it will be worth it. They’re very exciting to watch and it was very worth the wait for me. Two days ago all of sudden my friend wanted to bought my Army bomb, but I said I didn’t want to sell it bcs it holds so many memories and everything related to the concert. I guess my PCD hasn’t cured yet lol.

Well, I’ll see you on my next post!

[ain-t-bovvered]

Out of Heaven’s Reach 7

EDITED by @waywardbaby

Pairings: Castiel X Angel Reader

Characters : Castiel , Dean , Sam , some nasty ass curse.

Summary: When the boys hit the 4th dead end, Castiel knew they were on the road to give up, maybe it was time to ask heaven for help, there must be some of his brother or sister who didn’t wanted him dead.

Warnings: yeah this is it guys the SMUFF is in ( smutt+fluff becasue @waywardbaby described it like that )

Catch up ! Part 1    Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6

7.

“No Dean, I don’t think it’s a ‘great idea’ ”

The older brother rolled his eyes as Sam tried to reason with him.

“What are you talking about? Have you noticed how we are all jumpy and nervous ? Especially Cass and Y/N. I say the kids should have some fun...you know...loosen up a bit, some heaven on earth action.” The suggestion was met with Sam’s stony face, “ I’m talking about sex, Sammy! If you even remember what that is”. Dean pointed at his brother with one of the books.

Sam snatched it from his grasp,walking to the end of the table. “You are just bored”

“Hell yeah, I’m friggin’ bored!” he said dropping onto his chair, crossing his legs at the ankles and resisting them on the table.

“And that makes it okay to mess with them?”

Dean huffled, throwing the cap of his beer on the table, “Hey, it’s not like there is nothing...it would just take a bit of encouragement...”,he took a sip, “... a little nudge to sin”.

Sam let himself smile at that. Well, it wasn't as if his brother was wrong anyway, but-

“ She doesn’t even understand though. I mean, Cass? I think he’s pretty awake now about ….all of that-”

“Mah man” Dean smirked shaking his head.

“-but her? Dean, I don’t think she understands whatever is that she’s feeling”

“You can always talk to her about it, make it a girl’s night, braid each other’s hair”

“...” Sam decided to desist on the subject.  

For now. They had more pressing problems.

My wounds were almost completely healed. They still ached when I moved too hastily or in a odd way, but there was no need for bandages anymore. I sighed happily when I could finally move around without them. No more chafing and I started to like the cool soft feel of the crisp shirt on my skin. Another bonus was the fact that I could shower under the direct water flow, which made me rethink my aversion for it.

My face turned upwards, letting the perfectly warm stream wash the rest of soap and shampoo off. Dean always lamented that I’d use all the hot water, but who cares anyway? This is blissful.

“Y/N are you done?”

Castiel’s voice barely reached my ears and I had to turn the water off, “What?” I asked wrapping myself in a fluffy towel, another result of my new prudish demeanor.

“We may have found something”

I opened the door, the steam quickly dispersing out, invading his frame standing in front of me. He waved a hand in the air to be able to see me.

“Oh...I understand. Let me get dressed” I stared at him for a moment, drinking in his striking blue eyes and awkward smile, and remembering how his face looked the last time we were in this room alone. Fire crawled up my chest, lapping at my cheeks as I walked past him, head low. I could feel his eyes on me as I disappeared into what I now called my room.

I joined the others 10 minutes later, having had to change a second time -wet clothes were indeed really uncomfortable- I draped a towel under my still dripping wet hair.

“Oh she’s not naked this time” Dean’s voice welcomed me as soon as I stepped into the library. “ I would not call that an improvement in other circumstances but-”

“You say you enjoy watching me naked?”

Seeing the smart-ass smile on that face falling into an awkward grimace, definitely brought me joy and it must have been shown on my face because Sam snickered and Dean stuttered a ‘NOW she gets humor’.

“Where is Castiel?”

“He ...uh...went to grab some of these ingredients in the gross stuff shelf and we already have the key one”

“So, Y/N  get this...uh according to the lore, we think we may have found a counter spell to reverse that curse”

“Oh?” I said, not that enthusiastically, and they frowned at me, and I frowned at myself too. This should have been all I should care about. Being an angel again, getting my grace back, hearing my family’s voices, stretching my wings open and soaring above the clouds again. Instead my heart was gripped by the cold hand of dread. “ what’s, uhm...what’s the last key ingredient then?”

“I am” Castiel walked in behind me. I spun around shocked.

“I’m sorry, care to repeat that?”

“The last ingredient. It’s me, angel’s grace” he said without a blink.

“Not a chance” you said standing up and away from the table.

“Y/N …” “No Castiel. I did this to save you and now you want to give me your grace!?” I let out a sneer.  “You know me better than this, I will not accept that.”

“It’s my choice” “Yeah?...it’s my choice, too”

“ What? You are not making any sense” “Yeah well, free will’s a bitch” .

Castiel turned to the Winchesters, opening his arms, searching for backup.

“Hey man...like she said, free will’s a bitch” the older one raised his hands, a dash of respect in his eyes as they crossed mine.

“Dean!” “Look Cass, it’s partially her call-” Sam interrupted him, then he turned to look at me “Are you sure about that?” he asked.

“....yes”

In a flash, my shoulders were thrown against the bookshelves. I didn’t even see it coming , but all I could see were fiery blue eyes boring into mine, his grip on my arms bruising.

My human self couldn’t help a startled noise.

Angel me knows those eyes, it has seen them countless of times, many many...many years ago. Pained and conflicted, fierce and intimidating , those eyes brought regiments and armies to silence and obedience, enemies to their knees, and now they were looking right at me.

For the first time I was at the wrong end of Castiel’s anger, and I felt he sucked the life out of me.

“Cass...hey, take it easy”. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Sam’s hand laying on Castiel shoulder. My friend’s only response was a snarl before releasing me from his grasp and walking out, the metal sound of the door being slammed with force ringing in my ears seconds after being closed.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was keeping, my knees suddenly trembling, my fingers gripping the shelf behind me tightly.

“Are y-” “Is there any other way this could work?” I asked without looking up at Sam concerned face.

“...” I could hear the gears turning in his mind, “ well it doesn’t specify whose grace, so I guess any grace would do fine”

“...any?” I pushed myself away from the bookshelf, my fingers numb, “ I guess it’s time to collect some favors then”

The Winchesters knew their way around angel summoning spells. They didn’t need me for the time being and so I’d stood exactly where I was, staring at the bunker’s entrance until a noise startled me.

“I can’t watch that” the older Winchester slammed his hands on the table, standing up.

“Dean…” Sam called, his tone cautious.

“Sam, come on this is ridiculous” he said annoyed with his brother, before walking straight up my nose, “you should go look for him” he said.

“..what? ...why?”, he looked angrily at me, “Why would I want to search for him?”

“This is stupid...” he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “... listen, what do you want to do right now?...like , in this very moment?”

I looked at him confused.

“Do you feel you need to be here or ….?” he said rolling his eyes, he was being very rude and very insufferable.

“I ….” I let myself feel. What did I want? My eyes darted from him to the door and back to him again. He raised his eyebrows, encouragingly. Castiel was out there , angry at me for some reason, and I felt like I needed to defend my choice, to...at least explain.

I needed him to know why.

Needed him to understand.

I ….I needed him

Dean’s face softened and he took a step back as I broke into a sprint out the library, stumbling up the stairs and out the door.

“You’re so sappy”

“Shut your mouth, bitch”

“Get me the holy oil, jerk”.

The crisp evening air hit my heaving lungs - I decided that running was hell and totally unnecessary- just as the door behind me closed. I hugged my naked arms, rubbing my rapidly cooling skin, my still damp hair not helping the situation. Was it always so cold outside?

My eyes searched around me frantically for that tan coat, the fake power plant looming behind me, my eyes slowly -too slowly- adjusting to the lack of light outside, I walked around, not really sure where he could have gone but knowing that I should look for his car.

Sure enough I found it a few meters ahead, semi hidden by the trees.

He was sitting legs crossed on the hood, his head turned up. I followed his eyes and saw the night sky.

It was underwhelming.

I was used to seeing so much more of it, now with my human eyes I could only see as much.

Nothing compared to what I was used to, nebula with their gases and dust that lit up the sky in colors that humans could never see. Stars and planets so clear, I could name all the galaxies that I couldn’t see now.

“I remember feeling lost looking at the empty sky when I was human”

I jumped at his sudden voice breaking the silence, “there is so much that they can’t see”, he then shifted his gaze on me and I forgot how to breathe again, “so much that they don’t know...”, his eyes looked down at me, shivering as the light started to fade quickly under the trees’ shadows.

Sliding down to his feet, he walked toward me while shedding his coat, “...and yet they feel so deeply”, he wrapped it around me and I sighed contently as his warmth and scent enveloped my whole being.

“They feel so much and they make impossible sacrifices without thinking, just because they lo-”, I looked up at him, seeing him clench his jaw, his fingers curling around the lapels of his coat.

“..-and then they fall, they fail and they regret” he said, voice trembling between his teeth.

“ I… don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life” I whispered, his eyes closing tight. He seemed to be fighting something, “you mean so much to me” the last words barely audible. Again I found myself with my shoulders against something, this time the car door and before I could even voice my complaint he shushed me with his lips.

There was nothing gentle about it, it was teeth scraping, lips bruising, hands gripping. We both fought desperately, trying to put what we were feeling into concrete actions. And everything was too much and never enough.

He pushed me, the car handle digging painfully into my back but I didn’t care as I let my hands slide up his back, under his jacket, feeling the muscles dancing and coming to life under my fingers.

But it wasn’t enough, I needed more.

Tugging at his shirt, I freed it from his pants, buttons falling to the ground when I didn’t feel like wasting time. He sucked in a breath as my cold hands touched his hot skin, up to his throat where his tie was hanging always a bit loose. He decided to come to my help, and the silky fabric also met the buttons at our feet.

All of this without letting go of my mouth, his chapped lips claiming mine over and over again, until I soon needed air -damn these human lungs- and I tried to back away to breathe -making ridiculous little sounds I must say-.

His grip shifted from the lapels of the coat to my hips as one of his legs sneaked between mine and I almost fainted as a new kind of friction sent jolts of electricity through my whole body.

His grip didn’t falter, it kept me steady, firm and bruising as he let me breathe , his mouth trailing down my jaw to my neck, chest pushing against him, my head stretching back to give him everything he wanted, and a chest deep growl let me know that whatever I was doing, I was doing it right.

When his teeth scraped onto a overly sensitive place behind my ear, a needy sound bubbled up and out of me, he froze for a second before his fingers found their way to the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one- and damn slowly- eliciting another mewling sound that made me blush. Once my chest was full exposed , he backed away, looking at me for the first time.

I could see my fast breathing as it condensed with the chilly air that surrounded us. I focused on his eyes and my breath hitched. They were dark, still their beautiful color, still that gentle gaze but dosed with sin. I shuddered , my hips arched instinctively into his and he groaned. Raising a hand, his long fingers barely grazed my skin as they traced the scars on my chest, sliding down between my breasts, smirking as he saw my skin prickling under his touch. As his hand traveled to my stomach he once again closed the space between us, both gasping as our naked skin came in contact.  He tilted my head up and stared deep into my eyes as his fingers sneaked under both my pants and underwear, stalling for just enough time to search for any doubts or fear on my face.There were none.

“Y/N…” he growled lowly into my ear making my legs press together , “you know...you know what is happening right? I need you to know”

“Y - yes” my voice sounded not mine, all raspy and needy. I could feel the warmth radiating from his palm against my skin and my hips chasing his touch, “...humans’ mating ritual” I breathed out.

His head fell on my shoulder, “basically...yes,” chuckling he cupped my cheek to look at him as he raised his face. His eyes still full of lust but with an amused glint in them, making them shine.

“Ah….you need my consent, you have it, I didn’t exactly reject you until now so I don’t und-”

His fingers found their way between my legs. My pleased cry was lost in his mouth as he, again, rudely shut me up with a kiss.

He teased me, kissing me languidly, moving slowly, listening to my shameless whimpering sounds. My breathing was fast, my heart was swelling and I felt drunk, lost in sensations so new and foreign to me and so very ...very human.

His feet nudged my legs apart and I felt him hesitating. I matched his kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth and I heard him he sigh contently , humming in pleasure as I bit into his lips. His finger traced a sensitive point and I gasped  - we need to go back to it right this instant- I clutched his forearm, as his fingers slid inside me, my nails digging into his skin, my back arching .

I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be feeling, the extreme pleasure and the frustration of feeling close to an invisible edge but never going over. Castiel was everywhere , around me, in me, in front of me, in my ear as his ragged fast breath was caressing my neck, shudders travelling down my spine enhancing all that I was already experiencing, sucking and biting his way down my neck to my collarbone, his other arm around my waist keeping me from falling on my knees.

Suddenly it was like I jumped that edge and then instead of falling I felt like I had my wings again and now I was flying. My whole body tensed and I thought my heart might explode. Castiel looked intently in my eyes as I shattered in front of him, his movements accompanying my descend from my flight. I leaned against him, throbbing, hot, spent and incredibly vulnerable, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be if not in his arms.

I felt the loss of his touch as he wrapped both hands around me, squeezing me to him until I stopped trembling.

“Y/N...” his restrained voice reached the still active part of my brain and I anchored to it. Suddenly, I was very aware of his own desire pressing painfully against my stomach.

I breathed in his scent, wrapping my arms under his shirt, around his shoulders.  I kissed him and I let my nails scrape gently down his back, feeling him shuddering against me.

As they came around his waist, my fingers brushed along his belt until they found the buckle and even I was surprised at how fast I was able to undo that. But his hands stopped mine, I let out an unhappy sound.

“There- there’s not need Y/N”  he said, but I was an angel -well an ex-angel-  not stupid. It was very possible that he was being sincere but you can bet Lucifer’s luscious hair that I wasn’t done with ...all of this incredibly interesting activity.

It was my turn now to shut him up with my lips, and I was always a fast learner, and soon Castiel was reduced to a hot, panting ,messy haired, angel of the lord.Taking advantage of his lowered attention, my hand made quick work of both button and zipper. He hissed when I touched him without warning.

Hiss that quickly morphed into a loud moan as I stroked the hot,smooth, twitching skin. He slammed both his hands on the car door behind me, trapping me between his arms as I worked him up mercilessly, his forehead bumping into mine, shifting between humming and biting back a moan. I chuckled admiring proudly at how the great Castiel was like clay between my hands.  He looked up at me sharply, one of his eyebrows raised, his mouth badly concealing a dangerous, little smirk that made my own pleased one die. He growled then, grasping my wrist and shoving me aside.

I barely had time to register the door opening before I found myself splayed on the backseat, Castiel tugging at my pants, hastily dragging them down my legs with my underwear too, my tennis shoes getting caught in the process and they came off with them.

He looked at me then, and I at him as he shrugged off the jacket and shirt, his undone black pants low on his hips and a very clear sign that this was as arousing to him as it was to me. I licked my lips as he climbed onto the backseat too, a hand shoving my legs apart, accommodating him between them, hovering over me.

“You are not gonna crash me, you know?” I said circling my arms around his neck, bringing him down, crashing his body over mine. His hand raised my leg, hooking it around his waist, my hips jerked as he traced my folds again, and he groaned against my lips as his fingers slid in easily. The wet sounds mixed with my own cries were making me walk to that edge again and I wanted to fly once more, but this time I wanted him with me.

He knew, he felt it.

In my haze I felt his hand leaving me, heard the rattling of the buckle over my loud quick breathing. He looked at me then, and I swear it was like he had  just promised me the universe. Heaven, hell, and everything he could give me. I dragged him down to me and kissed him. I tried to give him everything that I was, that I am and will be, just because I had nothing else to offer than myself.

The moment we were joined, I’ll never forget. We were nothing and everything for a moment and then there was just...us.

I felt his grace wash over me as he kept me close, both trembling and overwhelmed.

Then he started to move and I was  sure I would never regain control of my own voice. I felt him move in and out of me , my hips soon finding the rhythm and meeting his, thrust after thrust. His head low on my chest , kissing every scar carved to save him, I arched my back and lost the pace as he gently bit my nipple through the thin lace covering it.

This was the sweetest torture, being one and two people at the same time, chasing our own pleasure but wanting to give it all to one other, chasing the release, chasing that edge but not wanting to jump, not yet, not when everything felt so good.

But it was becoming hard to keep the inevitable away. Every move became erratic, the rhythm got lost, the kisses sloppy and slow.

Castiel pushed his forehead against mine, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, “te-tell me h-how are you feeling?” his ragged breathy voice barely reached my buzzing ears.

I grabbed his head,kissing him deeply before making him look at me,

“Free”

We were together at the edge, holding hands and as we shuttered in each other’s arms, we flew together.

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