#has supernatural (cw) vibes

[seasononesam]

I'm the most annoying person in the world bc whenever they start talking about a "normal life" on yellowjackets im like omg...just like sam supernatural

[lesbian4horror]

To Spill the Blood of God

Hallow returns home to Devil’s Trap, after previously escaping a threat on her life, to put a stop to the Prophet.

[coldasyou]

malcolm's sam winchester slay

[haydenthewitch]

don't ask me about any of the shows i can't be normal about ™️ . I can't get into it. i could write a dissertation on these charcters please don't ask me about it.

[junesirius]

just my babblings from watching JIB15 panel videos

Misha solo panel

Fan: (yelling something) Misha: I'm sorry, talk to Jensen about that.

Curiosity is killing me to know what exactly is that yelling about that makes him lower his eyes, lick his lips, and smile so sheepishly.

About That "Full Penetration" talk

Misha: I, I, I, I love the idea of me -- of somebody resurrecting Supernatural, and you know, and, and of course, of course Eric Kripke would have to be at the helm of that but then I'm afraid like, I'm afraid that, you know, he would make Castiel's penis explode or something like that. Misha: Now that he's not you know restricted by standards and practices at the CW, what is he going to do. Is it like -- (chuckle) He's like "So you're going to love this, guys. We're actually going to have -- We're going to show, Cas and Dean with full penetration. What do you think?" (fake panic) And Jensen be like "Yeah!" And I'm like "Nah." (touch ear) Oops.

(Transcribing down the stumbles as well as the fully constructed sentence because the stumbles and pauses and hesitations and sentence reconstruction sometimes can also be quite telltaling. And the fillings like "you know"s and "of course"s.)

The context and train of thoughts of that talk is also worth noting, that quite apparently the very first question in the panel leads to a heavy aftertaste of "The Boys" vibe the whole panel. So my theory is, it's more like a secret hint of his character in "The Boys" than an imagination of destiel.

Been thinking, if this is really coming out of nowhere, just him making up a pretend conversation, the tense in the sentences isn't quite right. He said "EK would have to be..." and "he would make Cas's..." The subjunctive sentences, for made-up things. So the second part should be "He would be like... Jensen would be like... I'd be like..."

But no, the second part is in simple present tense, "He's like... Jensen be like... I'm like..." For sure can't use the past tense if that's a real conversation, but making it simple present tense, that's vague enough and easy enough to pretend. AND, when saying that, Misha looked at the floor, eyeball moving toward the right bottom direction, the expression of recalling instead of making up new things.

So my headcanon is, this is a real hidden implication of "The Boys", and it quite likely has been a real or close-to-real conversation. Not between Cas and Dean though, more likely be his and Jensen's characters. And, by correcting "we're actually going to have" to "we're going to show", where the word "show" could mean any different visual way of displaying something on screen, would guess there might be a sneaky image of their characters with some highly sexually involved entangled posture included in "The Boys". Hopefully.

Fan: On a scale from Jensen's bare butt to Rob's bare everything, how internet-breaking do you expect your role on "The Boys" to be? Misha: (laugh, turn to his back) I have to admit that going into "The Boys" I did have a bit of trepidation cuz we talked about me being on "The Boys" before I saw what it was that Eric wanted me to do. And I was kind of imagining like you know, Eric would give me a character who, uh, choked to death on his own penis, or something like that. I was thinking like "Oh my god, can anything be as bad as what happened to Rob?" Misha: But I'm not gonna spoil things for you but em, Rob might still take the cake. I mean, it was pretty impressive. I laughed when I -- I told this to Eric but I was like "You know, Eric, it's funny like you really helped boost Rob's career, you wrote him into Supernatural, you made him into God on Supernatural, and you gave him a ton of work there but also you know a lot of exposure in a really cool role, and then you're like, 'And now I'm going to destroy you, and I'm going to make you eat your own ass on national television -- international television.'" Misha: I wish there had been video footage of Rob when he's like... (the epic performance of Rob's script-reading experience)

Laughed so hard on "the scale from Jensen's bare butt to Rob's bare everything", honestly, that is indeed a very well scale for "The Boys". And now we have the measurement: more to the Jensen's bare butt than Rob's bare everything.

The script-reading experience is so hilarious and amazing. Kinda reminds me of the improv performance experience. Very improv, very vivid, the expressions and dialogues and pretending the items and Ruth (!) being there, it's such a good comedy performance. Very confidently speaking, he'd definitely be an amazing improv actor if he chooses to be.

Misha (in Cas's voice): I really don't sound like Castiel.

speaking in Cas's voice at 12min 15s, low and gravelly. indeed miss Cas so much now

Fan: If all main actors of Supernatural were on the plane that was about to crush and you had a parachute to save one of the actors, who would it be?

The question at 14min 39s.

There would be so many witty ways to defuse the question, the first thing I think he could say is "That must be a damn big plane" and then goes on talking about how many actors there are and distract the question into praising the fellow actors.

The second thing is to chew the keyword "main actors", like, "Why, there are so many brilliant minor characters that are also super talented and impressive, they deserve to be on the plane too", then goes on talking about and praising the impressive guest stars.

And, the very easiest answer would be, "I'll save the captain."

But that real-life terrifying jet almost-crash story is also a good one.

Fan: (recommend three masterpiece movies) Misha: (Matrix 1, The Man Who Knew Too Little) For some reason this movie that I haven't seen in a long time by Jim Jarmusch, Down by Law. Does anyone know that movie? It's great little like weird-- Roberto Benigni is the star of it and it's a fucking great movie from like 25 years ago. Misha: But picking three movies is totally unfair, there are so many-- I mean, I just watched Beverly Hills Cops, I was like, this is a masterpiece, this is an amazing film. It was-- Yeah I almost revealed a big spoiler from "The Boys" just now. You almost got me.

For the record, Down by Law is 1986, that's 40 years ago, so if it feels like 25 years ago, now we know the mental current time is around 2010, about the time to newly join the Supernatural. Back from future, baby, pretty sure had read a ton of time travel stories like that.

Also, pretty sure the "just watched" movie is very likely watched on set around the time of shooting "The Boys", even for character study. If that can reveal the big spoiler for "The Boys", looks like it's time to watch it to get a feeling.

Misha: Have you seen-- Here's another good one that I think was a-- that had a pretty big impact on me as a young person: Debbie Does Dallas?

It is not my fault that my cockles detector kicks in immediately at the mention of "Debbie Does Dallas". After all, I was reading cockles breakup theory just several nights ago, and there was all these awfully sad gifs of him mentioning "Debbie Does Dallas" 14 years ago. Considering Jensen is from Dallas, the porno has cowboys and cheerleaders, and Jensen was a cheerleader in high school and a fetish of cowboys. It is too difficult to ignore the purposeful mention.

It is my headcanon now that this has become an inside joke between Misha and Jensen, say, like a bet: if Misha can manage to squeeze it into interview or panel or whatever during the day, he can get rewarded at the night when they get together (something intimate, you know, wink).

(Now there is no brake on my cockles shipping head)

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End of the solo panel, when Jensen comes, Misha's eyes hardly leave him the moment they land on him. There there is the tight, sweet hug, chin on the shoulder, eyes closed, breathing him in. Aw, too sweet.

And when it's the turn to hug Jared, as always, Jensen's eyes, god, man, you can be less possessive over your boyfriend for a second, maybe? Or you can eat Jared alive, that's an option too. Careful, don't swallow the gum when you stare.

And Jensen's shout out for Misha when he leaves the stage is so sweet too, just can't let him go without huge applause.

Jenmish panel

Seriously, this is meme level gesture from Misha lol.

"When someone says nothing is perfect", Misha is here to present: Jensen is

20 seconds in, and they're already eye-fucking. Awesome.

The lady courtesy gestures are soooo adorable from both of them. And when it's Misha doing that, Jensen's eyes sweep him up and down, follow his fingers, brush on the hip, tongue licking the lips. Jensen, you really aren't very subtle, you know.

From 1:01 to 1:07, it takes exactly 6 seconds, for Misha to automatically move from a social distance to be right by Jensen's side, inside personal space.

What's personal space? No, never heard of it, between the two of them.

They're just like two big human-shaped magnets, regardless of whether there are other people in between (like in the opening), or the positions of the seats are fixed, they just can't move toward each other, can they?

By each tiniest unconscious swing, they just stand closer and closer.

Pretty sure that's what the chairs are for, pin them to the fixed-distance place, or else they'd probably start touching.

And look at the hands, Misha keeps his hand tucked in the elbow, Jensen's in the pocket. Why? Afraid if they're not confined, the hands would have their own minds and start putting on each other's shoulder or arm or thigh?

For two times, before sitting down, the automatic adjustment to the seats that Misha has to do, is to pull it closer to Jensen. But it still feels too far away, doesn't it? Maybe thigh-to-thigh would feel even better?

Jensen is saying "he was in a really really uncomfortable position and it was entertaining", that is when Misha starts licking and biting his bottom lips. Is it nervous, or flirtatious? don't think had seen them has so many lip-biting and licking so frequently when they're in their own panel or other panels, so pretty sure that's something they do when they're around each other. So yeah, flirting it is.

Flirting when the other is talking about "uncomfortable position", and down the line there is "had to relax, open up, slide in", "it's hard, and hard for a long time", "just ride it", then yeah no way it's not sexual.

Love how they are just too familiar with each other that many times full sentence isn't needed.

Jensen just needs to go "Where's the..." and wave the arms and Misha knows he's talking about the button and the spin.

And when pouring the drinks, that quiet conversation, Misha: "Apple juice?" Jensen: "Yeah."

Too easy and comfortable, always know what the other is thinking, what they want for a drink. Always so much understanding.

3 second long hip dancing and self spanking, god that is hot. need their version of Magic Mike, need it yesterday.

Jensen: I still get nervous. It's probably more the pressure I put on myself about certain moments or certain scenes or certain actors that I might be working with or something where I'm like okay, this is a high pressure situation.

When he says "certain actors", eyes locked with Misha, hands and body turn to him, yeah yeah we all get it, not just any certain actor, it's Misha you're thinking.

So that is saying, growing up shooting commercials and soap operas and shows and TVs, he's used to the cameras and lights and not getting nervous most times. Except when acting with your boyfriend. That's when you get all shaky and astonished and stunned, aren't you? That's why the "front-row seat watching my best friend pulling an Emmy award performance" and stay stoic. wondering just how many more ways can you think of to praise your boyfriend's fascinating performance? Countless?

When it's Misha's turn to answer something, all that Jensen can do is stare at his lips, thinking nothing (but to kiss that talkative lips?). The same stoic expression when watching him act, falling to the default. doubt he's even really processing the words properly, because we know, as proof from the video timing, that the reaction time is about or above ten seconds.

Misha is talking about his very first performing experience on a real set, hitting on Winona Ryder. And it takes exactly ten seconds from 11:01 to 11:11, from Misha first mentions the film is "Girl, Interrupted", to Jensen grabs the microphone asking "You were in 'Girl, Interrupted'?" while Misha is already starting telling the story.

Ten seconds, to register some information that is not even bombing, just a little surprise.

Guess that totally explains why when Cas says "I love you", Dean can't react. Darkness arrives within one second. He needs at least ten to process.

And, now that we know Misha is in "Girl, Interrupted", and with all the big name actresses and ladies and girls in that film, think it's a must to watch now.

How did he get such a job with so many beautiful ladies? Because he's just as beautiful.

When Misha is telling the story with the experience in "Girl, Interrupted", the story with Angelina Jolie, what is Jensen doing?

Unsurprisingly, biting the bottom lips (read, flirting), already start laughing like a fool when the story hasn't started getting to the funny part yet. He's literally laughing to tears already, cracking in the joke, having to wipe the eyes and all that. Yeah, totally normal for lovers.

Misha: (talk in Crowley's accent, pretend as a navigation system AI, talking shit) Jensen: (frantically lick the lips, bit the bottom lip)

Yeah, yeah, the whole world knows you have a Misha accent kink now, calm down.

Jensen: Dean was stoic because Jensen was -- (...) so Jensen turned into an audience member in that scene and forgot to act. And so I defaulted to just stoicism. (...)

have a feeling this is not the first time Jensen refers to himself as a third person view when answering questions regarding the confession scene. Even if the hand gesture is pointing to his own chest when saying that sentence, and in between the sentences that are first person view reference ("I think... I was watching him... I defaulted to...") But it is still interesting to see the two times of using the third person reference.

Almost like he tries to put into some distance between himself with the person who acted Dean at that time, as if he's answering questions for a different guy, so that he can be emotionally remote, and bypass many questions, because, if he's not that guy, he wouldn't know what that guy was thinking. In other words, put in distance between himself and Dean.

So easily, audience and fans would forget actors are not characters, but he, especially when answering for the most important scene's interpretation question, he is trying to not overstep for the character. He brings Dean to life, then he gives Dean freedom to let Dean be Dean without him. It is noble.

(In that sense, maybe it would be a good thing too if Misha can do something similar, put in some distance with Cas? Not overtake Cas's mouth and voice?)

Jensen: (...) that was all part of the bond that we all shared, and it was part of love we all shared. (...)

All the bonds, all the love. Their bonds are their love. Dean and Cas have profound bonds, and they are in love. The casts and crew have bonds, Jensen and Misha have bonds, there are also so much love they shared.

(First, long paragraphs of Jensen praising Misha's performance in the confession scene, then they steer to Dean's farewell barn scene) Misha: You did a fucking great job on that scene. You really just made that so beautifully. Jensen: That was cuz I witnessed your performance.

Jensen gives his all in on his farewell and "I love you", because of Misha's confession and farewell.

That gives me a new perspective that I didn't think of before. In that exact same sense, Dean would say "I love you" at the last breath, would be exactly because of Cas. He wouldn't if Cas didn't. Now he does, because... is it because he has played it too many times in his head to say it back to Cas in the last five years, thinking that's what he'd finally be able to say out loud if only Cas comes back again, only to running into his own death, and for the very last chance to use these words, that's why he chooses to say them now.

Still makes me so sad and can still see so much love.

The Opening Ceremony

The cake in the opening ceremoney, barely anyone touches it. But Misha tastes a fingerful, so does Rob.

Guess that explains the father-son of Cas and Chuck lol, they're truly similar enough or something.

[winterrain-11]

some more gravity falls hcs :3

(a lot of these are sad)

cw for drug use, mentions of abuse, major character death, and other such depressing things

- mabel starts swearing like a sailor after the summer (ik that stan made an effort not to swear around the kids, but i don’t think ford did, and it made stan’s filter slip more) and gets in trouble for it at home. when stan finds out he tries to hard to pretend to be mad but he’s lowkey proud

- the twins have to fight tooth and nail to teach their grunkles to use a cellphone, especially facetime. they eventually get the hang of it, but the first few months at sea were two hour facetimes of the grunkle’s chins just bickering at each other and assorted “how’s it hanging pumpkin? how’s school?”

- stan and ford watched westerns nonstop as kids (though ford was more into star trek and doctor who) and they played cowboys often. stan was OBSESSED with cowboys and briefly tried to work as a ranch hand while he was homeless in his 20s

- dipper and mabel have a love/hate relationship with cw’s supernatural. mabel thinks the boys are hot and is definitely a destiel shipper. dipper loves the genuine supernatural-ness of the early seasons and now still watches it kind of as a joke but also because mabel got him on the destiel train. the last two episodes ruined their lives.

- the twins have opposite reactions to weed. it makes ford’s paranoia really bad and makes him nauseous, but it makes stan’s adhd brain quiet for once and allows him to relax for once. when dipper and mabel get older, they have very similar reactions. when stan catches mabel smoking, he tries to be responsible about it and tell her that smoking is bad for her and to not end up like him, but eventually they just smoke together on occasion.

- mabel is significantly better at guessing plot twists than dipper (in books, movies etc) and dipper DESPISES this fact (i think it’s the same for the stan twins too tbh)

- stan dies first, ford dies almost exactly a year later.

- stan picks up guitar while he’s homeless, uses it to make a bit of money on street sides. he teaches mabel in her teen years when his hands get to old to play.

- when ford and fiddleford rekindle, stan and fiddleford bond over regaining memory. they both relearn their instruments together (guitar and banjo respectively) and enjoy singing along to old outlaw country and appalachian folk rock (stan picked it up in his travels).

- (cont.) ford suggests music because it’s known to help dementia and alzheimer’s patients with regaining memories, and while that’s true, he really more just enjoys seeing his two favorite people happy again.

- both ford and stan think the other voted for trump (2016), neither of them did. stan thought hilary was hot (and thought trump was a loser) and ford voted third party (sorry he gives me centrist vibes). i imagine they both vote dem in 2020 and 2024 because they see trump as a much worse conman/asshole and a narcissistic sociopath respectively.

- (cont.) the twins have heard the stan’s complain about the other’s political ideologies and know that they vote the same but refuse to tell the other. wendy is also in on this and they all have to tackle soos on several occasions to keep him quiet before election day.

- nate and lee definitely explored each other’s bodies and when they finally came out to the friend group everyone was super confused because they assumed that they had been dating for years

- ford has a very addictive personality. while stanley does too, he can restrain himself (doesn’t smoke or drink around the kids, doesn’t lose himself in gambling), ford picks up smoking on the stan-o-war II and doesn’t stop until he dies. Stan has refused to go to Vegas with him even though ford begs, but stan knows an addict when he sees one. ford never acknowledges his problem.

- stan doesn’t tell ford about his homelessness and abuse at the hands of his father/pimps/drug lords until they’re several months deep on the stan-o-war II and certain things start to trigger his PTSD. Ford listens and opens up about his abuse under Bill and his life of crime in the multiverse. they definitely cry together for a long time.

- (cont.) Stan only tells the kids when they’re in college. mabel self destructs a bit during this period trying desperately to find herself and stan is terrified that she’ll go down his path of dangerous desperation for self-worth and wants her to know that he knows how she feels, they grow even closer because of this.

- stan did drag for a short period of time around the southwest in his homelessness. at first he was forced to do it to be degraded, but once he got his autonomy back, he began to do it on his own accord and really enjoyed it/was really good at it. he tried to convince himself that ‘he wasn’t queer or anything’ and was just doing it for the money, but he never really fully believed that. (where he learned to wear a girdle)

- once again. stan wanted to be a cowboy so bad okay i know this in my heart of hearts. this man LOVES clint eastwood and johnny cash and RAHHHH i know it.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Salome!

"La Belle Dame sans Mercy" ("The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy") - A ballad by John Keats

"The poem is about a fairy who condemns a knight to an unpleasant fate after she seduces him with her eyes and singing." please

This screams Knight!König x Fairy!Reader to me.

I just know König would gladly die by the hand of such an ethereal being.

"She looked at me as she did love, and made a sweet moan."

"And sure in language strange she said—'I love thee true.'"

That’s it. Thank you.

I swear this artwork kills me everytime I see it....

Ok this became the silliest fairytale ever 🩷✨️

CW: Historical AU blending with mythical/supernatural AU. König being a dreamy mess of a knight who doesn't fit in "normal" society. Reader is part of faefolk. Heavy Arthurian Romance vibes.

König returns to the castle one day. The son of a great liege lord, a warrior through and through, but some people say he should’ve been a poet: so dreamily he looks beyond the battlements at times, sighs after drinking too much wine, stares off into dark corners of the room while tending to his sword and armour as if he can see little pixies dancing there.

His siblings sometimes hit him on the back of his head, or wave a hand over his eyes when he’s about to slip into the fairy world, a forgotten plane that is not supposed to reach the castle. But the castle stones were taken from the moors and the woods, the old land not bending to the priest’s will no matter how many crosses they brought here. Fragile souls are wanton prey for the elves and the fairies who would take them to their land the moment they drop down their guard, and only prayer and fasting hold them at bay. In the fairylands, there is no toil or sorrow; the food is golden honey and wine, the dance and love everlasting, and the fae girls more beautiful than any human maid.

It sounded too good to be true, and it was: God had created men to work and women to give birth, and all the land was theirs to use and cultivate, it was not made to simply run and frolic upon. Some say that these were just old tales and that Christ would banish these creatures away, turn the land to yielding crops and tame firewood.

But some still believed.

When he was a child, the mighty son of the feared lord took porridge and almonds to the woods. “For the fairy people,” he said with bright, trusting eyes. Stole food from under the mistress’s nose, and no one ever dared to say anything about it.

But when this nonsense carried on to adulthood, people had to intervene. There was work to be done, war, harvest and building, and no matter how many coins this man paid to the visiting bards, it would never turn their stories true.

His arm was strong and his strike was true, but his head seemed to be filled with dandelion wine, even when he hadn’t been drinking. Sighed after this maiden or that, wished to travel to foreign lands, courted every nobleman’s daughter who visited the castle, but no one ever took him seriously.

This man had to watch how lady after lady chose some other valiant knight as their husband, some men whose heads were not filled with fairytales and dreams. They did flirt with him, for who could’ve resisted the temptation of making this giant a little sweaty under all that armor? Armor that demanded plate for two people, and a smith who had the talent to forge such a beastly thing.

Nevertheless, he was always left without a warm embrace, and so he was usually found outside, looking at the full moon or spending time in taverns, choosing the company of thieves and rascals over his serious kin.

And now he has returned from the woods, having been gone for months.

People thought he had finally left to fight for some other lord, posing as a simple footsoldier, a disguise that would relieve him of his tedious duties as a knight. Or to court some “lovely peasant girl” he always talked about – such talks were usually crushed by his father, demanding him to be sensible for once in his life.

But he doesn’t prattle about peasant girls now, nor does he ramble about screaming ships at the bottom of the sea. He doesn’t hold a speech about forgotten stone circles in the forest, the ones that already grow moss. No, he has finally lost it completely.

His eyes are wild, as is his hair; his armour is nowhere to be seen, and his sword is without its sheath. He doesn’t talk about what he saw in that forest to anyone, nor is he willing to tell where he has even been these past few moons.

He seems very shaken when he’s told they were worried he wouldn’t make it to the May Day feast, and asks for how long he was gone, drives a hand through dishevelled hair when he hears that he was away for three full months.

“Three months…” he mutters to himself, then leaves to his room, the huge sword dragging against the stone floor as he goes. He has always, always made sure it wouldn’t dull, but now he’s treating it like it’s become a part of him, confused and lost.

He doesn’t eat, hardly speaks after that.

The food tastes like ash, he says, and the ale tastes like bile. But the following evening, when his mother orders someone to pour her poor son some more wine, he looks up helplessly like a child.

“I have to go back,” he says.

A clamour arises, huffed exclaims of “What on earth is he on about” and “Sir, you only just got back!” His father rises from his chair and orders him to stop this nonsense at once. But this time, there is no embarrassed sweep of hand through hair, no red colour that rises on this peculiar knight’s cheeks. His lips only make a thin line before he rises as well and leaves the hall with a weight on his shoulders and dark determination in his stare.

At the stables, a stout Moorland pony and poor stable boy get to witness the drunken bawls of a forlorn knight. The wine sack almost slips from his hands to the dirt as he slumps against the timber of the stall, distorted face coming to rest against a wide, shaky palm.

Luckily, a friend of his knows where to look, and the stable boy sneaks into the shadows, slightly scared of the sorrow of such a big, intimidating man.

But even the companion who always listened to every enthusiastic story since they were kids and ran across the moors, throwing little rocks at his father’s soldiers and laughing when their helmets made a funny clinky sound, can not understand the drunken babble that comes out of König’s mouth this time.

He starts from the middle, which is highly unusual, and talks in strings of sentences that don’t make sense. “She was real, I just know it,” he repeats, over and over again in the middle of confessions about how beautiful she was, how her hair was like the softest spun yarn, her body incredible, naked and wild when she came to him. That her laugh was like the chime of little bells or the sound of the loveliest harp, a song on its own when she walked to him.

She was fascinated with his sword, especially the pommel and the handle interested her, and the curve in the middle of the blade she brushed with her fingers as if it was an entire vale.

He had never seen a woman touch his sword like that… They were never interested in such things, but she was, and she asked him so many questions.

Had he ever felled a tree?

Did he like squirrels?

Were his thighs as hairy as his chest?

She took him down the river, or he followed her; he can’t remember. Her step was so light it didn’t make a sound, and the moss seemed to turn brighter every time her little foot stepped on it. Her hands were tiny too when she wrapped them around his neck, pressed her body against his, and kissed him until there was nothing left of him: no helmet, no sword, nothing but sun and her, her hands and her lips.

Her mouth was still on his when she whispered she didn’t like his armour because it was so hard and rigid and cold, oh, she wondered if there was a man inside there at all.

So of course he showed her.

She giggled at the sight of him, especially his thighs, knelt down on the moss to see how hairy they were.

And would you believe the way she touched him then? It makes him heady even now…

Yes, he took her. But not the way a man takes a woman. She came to straddle him and laughed again, and the things they did together… He can’t even speak about them, but he knows the sun always shined when they rolled on the grass. Her giggles and moans surrounded him, her soft little thighs were stronger than they looked, her breasts so round and soft, so perfect he swore he had gone to heaven.

He bathed in her, with her, all day long. And the nights… You wouldn’t believe the nights: there was song and dance and more giggling women, and also a man dressed all in leaves, so big and thick he first thought he was a tree. An old king, she said, nothing he should worry about. And the wine tasted like summer and honey and gold; it was red, perhaps, but also like sea amber and sun…

She fed him flowers and laughed, caressed his face and said he’s the biggest and hairiest human she had ever seen. She let him lick honey from her fingertips and caressed him with heather and ivy, opened her mouth before feeding him a soft, sweet piece of cake, showing him how he needed to open his mouth as well if he wanted it on his tongue.

She kissed the crumbs from his lips and trailed a finger down his chest, all the way down, until…

Oh, he can’t talk about it.

It was better than he ever even imagined: better than the stories they tell in the taverns. It was like his wedding night, over and over again, it was like he was Lancelot, and she was his Guinevere.

No, no, she was not an enchantress, although everything about her was enchanting... All the stories came alive with her, even the moon was bigger than anywhere he’d ever seen, the deers ran past them while they made love, and the birds sang even at night.

He told her he loved her, but she didn’t know what it meant. When he explained it to her, she looked at him gently, so gently…

He cried from joy then, but she never mocked him. She only said it’s a sign that he’s hers. That he will never forget her. She said he’ll always find her, even when he’s old: she will make him young again. He’s welcome here if he wants: she has so many places to show him.

He thanked all the saints for having found her, Saint George and Saint Mary first, but stopped when her little brows furrowed with sorrow. Her eyes, filled with starlight and love, turned so sad that his heart couldn’t bear it, not for one beat.

The sea is far wilder here: he should come and see the ocean as it was at the dawn of time. The ivy is so strong you can use it to climb the trees and see the whole world from atop the tree, the whole land, covered in forest, such as it was before humans came. There’s no smoke or fire or war: just green everywhere, wild rippling streams and honey bees and berries and fish for everyone who ever feels hungry... They can make love day and night, and she’ll teach him all the songs of old. Humans only remember bits and pieces, but she knows how things really happened, she can tell him everything about heroes, kings and queens.

She said she wanted to sleep, and so he took her from the feast and laid her on the grass… She might’ve sung to him, he can’t remember, but it was like an angel’s caress all over him, somber and sweet before the dreams took him, a dream within a dream.

He slept for ages, it seemed, saw so many dreams, each more beautiful than the last until he woke up and saw that the forest had turned grey.

There was no maiden in his lap, no dance and song in the distance, no scent of flowers and dreams and springs to be found. The sun was up in the sky, but it didn’t paint all the colours with gold or fill the streams with light. The forest was half dead to him, just old, thick trees around him, a green-grey forest floor and a shaggy squirrel who chirped and squeaked at him as if it was his fault that the fae folk were gone.

He searched for her, called for her, but she didn’t answer, and how could she have? He didn’t even know her name. He only knew how lovely she felt, how soft her hair was when it fell to cover him like a veil, how adorable her sighs and tiny little gasps were when he filled her, over and over again.

His armour was nowhere to be found, and his sword was somewhere downstream, half covered with leaves and dirt, rusty and beaten by the wind. It was early spring when he came here; the land was still barren and grey, but now, everything was green. Still, it was not the green he wanted. It was not the green that filled his vision entirely, bright, blooming green that pulsed with lush joy. It was just… earth and grass and dirt.

So you see, he has to go back. He has to find her, whatever it takes. She promised he could always come back… She promised…

He cries once more, head bowed and mighty shoulders trembling from the force of his sorrow, and it is no use to tell him that the fae folk are evil. That they’re from the Devil and only want to make good, decent men like them forget. Forget their duty, their laws, their Christ.

It’s no use to tell him that it is not natural, the place he has seen. No doubt he has been somewhere, but it cannot be anything good… No man can survive on flowers and spring water for three months; they cannot frolic with the faeries for days on end without losing their mind and soul.

And König is already lost; he was lost since he was a child, rambling about how he received flowers, sticks and stones as tokens of the faefolk’s gratitude because he brought them food.

He tries to tell the boy who never grew up, the mightiest man in this kingdom, the dreamiest knight there ever was, that he needs to return to the real world. No fae woman would have him as a husband, they are only after his soul. But surely some human lady would take him into her bed, think about it, for God’s sake, please... He has duties here, people who love him, his father would make him a lord if he only put himself together. What kind of knight would abandon his sword, helmet and armour for the sake of an elf who despises the saints...?

But in the morn, König is gone.

His rusty sword is on the floor, the wooden cross taken off the wall. There lies a honeycomb and a flower on his window, a blossom so sweet it cannot be plucked from any field around here. Too exotic and bright, especially when placed atop the rough, grey stones, it looks like it could never wither from how beautifully it blooms.

The peasants now tell a tale of a man that haunts the woods: a huge giant dressed all in green, donning a leaf cloak of some sort and a beard that grows ivy. But they say he is not evil: he only shows himself to hunters who are about to fall a deer, or children who remember the land with little gifts.

Old men say they saw a green man when they were kids and brought bread and milk to the faeries, they swear to this day they saw a man who greeted them with a smile. And when they looked again, there was nothing but a tree where this giant stook, a young oak, sighing with the wind...

[dyed-red]

More than half my life

Supernatural was the very first show that I saw a commercial for before it started airing, and noted the time and date the pilot would air, and actually followed through with watching it.

Back in those cable days, if you missed something, you missed it. You might have to wait weeks, months or longer to catch the re-run of that specific episode, if you ever managed to. If you had plans that night? Too bad.

So I made special note, because I'd never dialed so into a commercial for a media property as that one. I was 14, obsessed with anime, and all manner of nerd, but I had always loved the supernatural and paranormal. And this? This looked rad as hell. Two brothers, ghosts and monsters, road trip, missing father. There was intrigue and mystery. The WB (before it was the CW) and Kripke knew how to market a show.

I loved the pilot. I fell in love. With the show, the story, the characters. The vibe and the "Dad's on a hunting trip" and the isolated little world. The insight and depth we got to the characters so quickly. Their chemistry and dynamic. The lore. The way I was so new to this kind of show still and didn't see any of the twists coming. The original music cues! The appreciation I developed for classic rock as a result. The fact that we drove a (modern) Impala in my family and I loved this minor little thread of connection to the world I was enjoying watching.

I think the only episode I missed that first season as it was airing was Hookman, which tells you how I cleared my social calendar to make sure I caught it when it was airing. Back in those days, we had to call 'dibs' on TV timeslots and jockey for position against siblings and parents and the shows they wanted to watch. Thank god we had a second TV in the house and I could watch in the (unfinished, dark and and dank) basement. It sort of set the mood, watching with the lights out.

In reflecting back on SPN20, it's made me appreciate that 20 years is a long time to be a fan of something. For me, it's more than half my life. I watched it steady for the entire seasons 1-5 era and lurked on LJ and FF.net reading plenty of fic, but mostly kept to myself. I took a break after Swan Song and then came back for a bit, left again, and finally came back and caught up before S15 started airing, so that I could finish watching as it aired, the same way I started watching.

A lot has changed about the world, about the show itself, about how we consume media. A lot has stayed the same. But in those 15 years of this show being on TV, it was something truly special. Special enough to have been the first, and believe it or not the last, show that I saw a commercial of before it aired and made sure to catch the pilot live on the night it first aired. 20 years on and somehow, it's still the only one.

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Reflection for the @spn20fest's first prompt on Introductions.

[steviewashere]

They Were Roommates!

Rating: Mature CW: None Relationships: Steve/Eddie, Steve & Robin, Eddie & Robin, Eddie & Chrissy, Robin/Chrissy Tags: Alternate Universe — Modern Setting, Texting, Dialogue Only, Text Fic, Humor, Sexual Humor, Bad Flirting, Mild Angst, Stardew Valley References, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Little Shit, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Robin Buckley is a Little Shit, Chrissy Cunningham is a Sweetheart, Alternate Universe — Roommates/Housemates, Robin Buckley is a Chappell Roan Fan, Steve Harrington is Chronically Offline, Eddie Munson is Chronically Online, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe — No Upside Down, Alternate Universe — No Supernatural Elements, Neurodivergent Steve Harrington, Neurodivergent Eddie Munson, Neurodivergent Robin Buckley Originally posted here on AO3, but I felt it was time to bring it over to Tumblr. Lots of sexual jokes in here, I'm sorry lol

📱—————📱

Steve: Do you wanna hang out in my room? I could rent that new Kristen Stewart movie.

Robin: Can’t. I’m being gay and listening to music.

Steve: …what?

Robin: I’m being gay and listening to music.

Steve: You’re…??? I don’t understand.

Robin: Chappell Roan.

Steve: ? Who?

Robin: Chappell Roan. The singer. The lesbian icon. Chappell Roan.

Seen 2h ago

——— Eddie: hey

Steve: Hey? Aren’t you driving? Why are you texting me?

Eddie: yeah, about that

Eddie: I was driving home and I guess I ran over a nail?? or maybe a sharp stick or something? I dunno but now I have a flat tire and I need to be picked up

Steve: You don’t have a spare? Shouldn’t you carry one for a van like that?

Eddie: steve.

Steve: Eddie.

Eddie: what makes you think somebody like me has a spare tire?? I don’t even have a modern radio in this fuckass van why would I have a spare tire

Steve: So that you don’t get in situations like this? Forget the spare tire. Where are you? I’ll come get you.

Eddie: I’m uhhhh……at Walmart in the parking lot

Eddie: I got something for your birthday so you cant look inside of my bag

Eddie: god, this shit is a pain in the ass

Eddie: this would’ve never happened if harambe didn’t die

Steve: Who?

Eddie: you’re joking. steve, tell me you’re joking and that you know who harambe is.

Steve: Was he a friend of yours?

Eddie: holy shit. you don’t know who harambe is. what the hell were you doing in 2016

Steve: 🙄 

Steve: Can you just tell me so that I can pick you up and we can have dinner?

Eddie: you’re gonna have to sit down for this

Eddie: basically, harambe was this gorilla in the……cincinnati zoo, I think?? anyway he was this gorilla that was just sorta vibing in his enclosure and then this little boy fell in

Steve: Oh my god. Is the boy okay?

Eddie: oh, the boy is totally fine

Eddie: the zoo killed the gorilla tho

Seen just now

Eddie: steve? hello?

Steve: They killed the gorilla? Did the gorilla even do anything?

Eddie: nope

Steve: So they just killed an innocent gorilla?

Eddie: yeah

Eddie: they thought he’d kill the kid

Seen just now

Eddie: soooo….u on ur way?

Eddie: steve?

Eddie: steeeeveeeeee

Steve: Hold on, dude.

Eddie: I can order an uber

Steve: Just give me a fucking second. I’m crying in the middle of our apartment’s courtyard, Jesus Christ.

Steve: A little boy just asked if I was okay and I had to tell him that some zoo killed a gorilla and now he’s crying with me.

Steve: You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.

Eddie: ???

Eddie: we sleep in separate beds. in separate rooms.

Steve: Couch.

Eddie: ….fine, m’lord. sorry.

——— Robin: why did you tell him about Harambe?

Eddie: he asked!

Robin: he. won’t. stop. using. my. computer.

Robin: even when I get it back, there’s like five tabs in my history about that fucking gorilla.

Robin: wait. hold on.

Eddie: oh, god. Is he crying again?

Eddie: I’m already at the store. I’ll get him a tub of that mudslide ice cream and uhhh…do you think he likes red or white roses??

Eddie: there’s a sale on those big Reese’s easter eggs….I’ll get him a few of those

Eddie: do you think it’s too much to get him balloons…

Eddie: robin? hello? why do you guys just stop responding?

Robin: dude. he reads People magazine. like…

Robin sent a photo

Robin: that’s his inbox, dude. he left himself logged in and there’s like fifty of these People emails.

Eddie: robs, don’t kick a guy while he’s down

Eddie: that’s poopy :(

Robin: you’re the reason he’s feeling so shitty! suck his dick or something, fuckhead. that might make him feel better

Eddie: yeah? you think?

Eddie: doesn’t he use flavored condoms though? 

Eddie: mmmm…strawberry dick

Robin: HE BOUGH CHAPPELL ROAN TICKETS??? THE BASTARD

Robin: he doesn’t even know who she is…

Robin: also

Robin: please don’t send me “mmmm….strawberry dick” ever again.

Eddie: sto psnooping and i won’t do that

Robin: …no

Eddie: get ready for me to suck your best friend’s dick, then. I got him three of those Reese’s eggs, a tub of ice cream, a bouquet of white roses, and Walmart’s finest boxed wine.

Eddie: he’ll forget about his woes with ye olde harambe

Eddie: cuz he’ll only think of my name, motherfucker

Seen just now

Robin: I hate u

Eddie: eat my farts

Robin: 🖕

Eddie: I love you too, robs

Robin: get me sprite please.

Robin: and pads ultra absorbent in the orange wrapper.

Eddie: will do with haste, m’lady

Eddie: got you a new bottle of midol and a large chewy nerds rope

Robin: thank you

Robin: just don’t tell me when you suck his dick, that’s all I ask

Eddie: I make no promises.

Seen just now

——— Steve: Why is there like five Reese’s eggs sitting on my bedspread right now?

Eddie: I’m apologizing

Steve: For?

Steve: Wait…Is this about that gorilla? Dude, don’t worry about that. You could’ve told me that it happened eight years ago.

Eddie: oh thank god

Eddie: robin keeps encountering me in the kitchen in the middle of the night with her scary lesbian aura and the eyes sharp enuf to kill a man

Eddie: I got you ice cream and flowers, too did you see them ????

Seen 3m ago

Steve: When are you coming home?

Eddie: uhhhhh

Eddie: like two hours my shift here should be done by then if my dickwad of a manager lets me out on time

Eddie: fucker might ask me to stay back tho because the closers can’t do their jobs

Eddie: why?

Steve: I need to eat your love straight out of your asshole.

Eddie: Jesus

Eddie: …

Eddie: damnit Steve, now I’m fully erect in the walk-in

Steve: You can’t come home now?

Eddie: no sweetheart I can’t

Seen 5m ago

Steve: I put your pillows on my bed. If you don’t fuck me into next Sunday when you come back, I’ll tell Robin you’re the reason our couch has a huge stain on it.

Eddie: mmm

Eddie: you drive a hard bargain but…ok.

Steve: Really? You’re easy to convince.

Eddie: you kidding me? I’ve been wanting you in bed with me since the day I met you, pretty boy

Eddie: im fucking over the moon right now that my proposition worked

Steve: If you call it “propositioning” one more time, Robin will know about the couch.

Eddie: okay fine, I’m not propositioning

Eddie: I’m rizzing you up

Steve: What does that mean?

Eddie: you’re so offline and it’s doing things to me

Eddie: charming. I’m charming u

Eddie: you’re my favorite old person.

Steve: ?

Steve: I’m twenty-three.

Eddie: whatever you say, peepaw

Eddie: I gotta go have to take care of this massive hard-on you gave me. can’t wash dishes like this

Steve: Yeah? We should put that to the test.

Eddie: and I’m the freak ??

Seen just now

——— Robin has created a group chat with two other people

Robin: the next time you guys resolve the issues you two idiots create for each other, can you let me know ahead of time? you’re lucky I didn’t bring Chrissy home with me from class.

Eddie: I don’t know what you’re talking about nothing happened

Robin: I thought somebody brought home a girl, but it was just Steve.

Steve: Do I sound like a pretty girl at least?

Robin: the prettiest, but seriously. 

Robin: I don’t need to hear you guys getting it on while I’m trying to eat my after school taco.

Eddie: don’t you need Chrissy for that ??

Robin: I’m going to put nair in your shampoo.

Steve liked a message: "the prettiest, but seriously."

Steve: I’m ordering pizza. You guys want cheesy bread?

Robin: Yes!

Eddie: plz? With the garlic dip too 🥺 ??

Steve liked a message: "plz? with the garlic dip too 🥺 ??"

Robin: you text like a bottom

Steve: Trust me, he’s not. ;)

Robin: uggghhhhh!! I’m so proud of you two but also go fuck yourselves, you turds

Eddie: with pleasure

Eddie: robs, steve and I are gonna have sex before the pizza gets here

Robin: you two are insufferable.

Robin: I’m gonna sit on the porch and call my girlfriend. before I implode.

Delivered 10m ago

Robin: Chrissy says congratulations.

Delivered 2m ago

——— Eddie: robs, I’m about to have birthday sex with Steve

Eddie: put your headphones on

Robin: he opened that game you got him and immediately needed to do it? Jesus

Eddie: about to get me a slice of that birthday cake if you know what I mean

Robin: please just shut up.

——— Robin: Eddie.

Eddie: ? wut

Robin: you need to tell your boyfriend that he can’t use voice to text when you two are flirting

Robin: I was on the phone with my fucking gyno’s office and I could hear him through the other room say

Robin: and I quote

Robin: “I’m going to ravish that perky ass of yours.”

Robin: my gyno asked me if I was busy, Edward. busy having buttsex with my platonic soulmate. I was humiliated.

Robin: I need you to have a convo with him or something.

Eddie: u should buy earplugs

Robin: I WAS ON THE PHONE, EDWARD

Robin: ON THE PHONE WITH MY VAGINA DOCTOR

Robin: IT WAS EMBARRASSING FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED

Eddie: but he’s such a slow typer

Eddie: it’s literally like watching my uncle try and use his phone

Eddie: but fine.

Eddie: I’ll make him play that game I got him or something instead of text me

Robin: fucking thank you

Robin: and stop leaving your dildo in the bathtub

Eddie: wut dildo ?? I don’t own a dildo

Robin: …

Robin: I’m gonna wring his neck, brb

Eddie: he’s using a dick that isn’t mine ?? :(

Delivered 10m ago

——— Steve: If I can’t use voice to text to flirt, then you shouldn’t be able to have loud phone sex with Chrissy, Robs.

Robin: …no comment

Eddie: are u having loud phone sex with MY platonic soulmate ??

Eddie: bro…

Robin: she told me my trumpet tounging skills were good and that she couldn’t stop thinking about them

Robin: 😔 so I got horny with it, I’m sorry

Eddie: birdie getting horny on main ?? with a praise kink of all things ??

Steve: Hey, I take offense to that. You praise me all the time.

Eddie reacted to a message: "Hey, I take offense to that. You praise me all the time."

Eddie: sorry sweetheart, ’twas only in jest

Robin: I thought Stevie was listening to music while playing his farm game! I didn’t think he could hear me!

Eddie: tsk tsk

Robin: I’m going to Chrissy’s. and turning my notifs off.

Eddie: where does she live ??

Robin: what? you’ve been to her parent’s house

Eddie: in pound town ?!!

Eddie: oh that… that sent too l8

Steve: Eddie, can you come back from your uncle’s? I started playing Stardew Valley this morning and I’m at a point where I need to find the mayor’s shorts. I don’t know where they are.

Steve: Never mind. Got them.

Steve: Why were they in Marnie’s room?

Eddie: steve… baby …

Steve: ?

Eddie: they were having crazy sex animal style

Seen just now

Steve disliked a message: "they were having crazy sex animal style"

Steve: When are you going to stop being on the internet? It’s fundamentally changed something in you that I don’t think can ever be reverted.

Eddie: that would be whimsy, m’lord

Eddie: and childlike wonder

Robin: can you guys get a room? I’m trying to drive and my stupid car play keeps reading out your text messages.

Steve: Why won’t this character leave his bedroom? Is he Eddie?

Eddie: … ur so feisty today

Steve: Feisty for you.

Robin: GET A ROOM, YOU FREAKS

Delivered just now

——— Robin: I just got home and Steve’s in the exact same spot on the couch that I left him in at like noon. it’s six.

Eddie: is he seriously still on that game I got him ??

Robin: the farm game, right? otherwise, he bought a new game while I was gone

Eddie: yeh. he mentioned it like once and I thought it wood be nice for his birthday but now I’m regretting my choices

Robin: I just peeked my head into the living room and he’s currently feeding chickens on the big screen and cooing at them as if they’re real. I don’t think we’re gonna be watching Chopped tonight.

Eddie: 😔 that’s my favorite part of our dinners tho

Robin: it’s your fault. he’s been on there since like eight this morning.

Robin: I heard him yelling about some bitch named Pierre because he couldn’t buy seeds. I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing game??

Eddie: it usually is but you know Steve

Eddie: he rages over like every game

Eddie: I just thought it would be a change of pace from that match three game he keeps getting himself sucked into

Robin: mmm…that royal match one, right? he keeps sending me invites. think he’s on like level 560.

Eddie: how ?? he started playing that two days ago

Robin: pattern recognition.

Eddie: ahhh yeahhh pattern recognition

Eddie: the reason why every horror movie marathon ends up boring for him

Eddie: he figured out the killers in the new scream movies within the first ten minutes

Robin: he’s yelling about someone named marnie?? he needs to buy hay but can’t get it. I might need you to come back from your uncle’s and convince him to put the controller down.

Eddie: no, marnie can go fuck herself. she’s having an affair with the mayor and putting everybody’s animals in jeopardy.

Robin: so much rage and gossip for a game about farming.

Seen just now

Robin: Eddie, he’s making kissy noises at an NPC and telling him that he’s gonna capture all the frogs in the world.

Robin: should I be worried?

Eddie: nah, just let him be at least this is giving him something to do

Eddie: he’s been having a pretty bummer week

Eddie: had a phone call with his parents. didn’t end well.

Robin: ah, okay. will you pick up our normal pizza order on your way back?? I’m not in the mood to cook tonight.

Eddie: yeh, sure

Robin: remind me to send you money on Venmo.

Robin: I’m gonna get him to info dump.

Robin: maybe I’ll start playing with you guys, too.

Eddie: don’t worry about the Venmo thing. but I am going to force you to play. think you’ll love it.

Eddie: although, then I’ll have to deal with two Stardew addicts

Eddie: oh well, be home soon

Seen 2m ago

——— Robin: can Chrissy live with us?

Eddie: I don’t see a problem with it, homie

Steve: Yeah, I don’t see why not.

Steve: Is everything okay though? Does she need a place to stay right now?

Robin: everything’s fine, Stevie. don’t need to worry

Robin: I just want her with me and as much as I love you guys, I’m tired of being the only woman in the apartment

Robin: and being the only level-headed one

Robin: but mainly because I want to cuddle my girlfriend every night

Steve: Yeah, sure.

Eddie: fuck yeah

Eddie: two pairs of best friend chaos

Eddie: surely this will go well

Robin added a person to the group

Chrissy: Hey guys!!

Eddie: Chrissy, my love my light my world

Eddie: you’re going to regret everything

Steve emphasized a message: "Chrissy, my love my light my world"

Steve: I thought I was that?

Eddie: you’re my moon, stars, and galaxy

Eddie: you’re the universe

Steve: Hehe, really?

Robin: hey chris, this is how they are please get used to it because they’ve been driving me insane for months now

Chrissy: I think it’s cute! 💕

Chrissy: I should add them in the Sims!!

Steve: What’s that?

Robin: oh no

Eddie: Chrissy, don’t do it don’t tell him

Chrissy: Oh, it’s this game where you can make characters and build them a house and basically guide their lives. It’s really cool, Steve!

Chrissy: You should play it!

Steve: Is it fun?

Chrissy: Oh my god, yeah! You can make anybody and literally do anything. 

Chrissy: Like think of all the people you hate.

Chrissy: You can make them and kill them and make them suffer and it doesn’t actually harm anybody in real life, it’s great! 💕

Robin: Chrissy

Chrissy: Yes, love?

Robin: he just disappeared into the home office.

Eddie: somebody needs to take his card away from him like right now

Robin: too late. I just heard the music start up.

Eddie: Chrissy, I love you to bits and pieces but I think you’ve successfully indoctrinated a new monster

Steve: I can fine tune the genders of these guys.

Steve: I’m making a dog and his name is going to be Peanut.

Steve: This game is wonderful.

Delivered 30m ago

Steve: Eddie’s pregnant and the kitchen is on fire.

Eddie: wut how it’s been half an hour

Eddie: why am I pregnant

Eddie: steve, what did you do

Steve: 😏

Steve: You know what I did.

Eddie: Steve. I’m coming home early from my trip at Wayne’s. but I need you to answer when I call you. I can’t be horny in here.

Robin: You guys are disgusting. Chrissy, what have you done?

Chrissy: Robin, we’re getting married in the Sims.

Robin: I luv you 💕

Chrissy: Now we’re having sex animal style.

Eddie: I hate that I taught you that.

Steve: We had a son.

Seen just now

Eddie liked a message: "We had a son."

Eddie: name him corn. it would be funny

Seen 5m ago

Eddie: no love for corn boy ?

Steve: Sometimes I wish you would shut up.

Eddie: make me

Steve: I’m gonna be fucking Eddie when he comes home in like thirty minutes. Don’t come back until I text you.

Robin: I’m staying at Chrissy’s tonight to help her pack. don’t do butt stuff on the couch.

Eddie: I make no promises

Steve liked a message: "I make no promises"

Seen 5m ago

——— Robin: Steve, what’s with the orange envelope on my desk? it’s too ominous for my liking.

Steve: You should open it! :D

Steve: It’s a gift for you and Chris for your guys’ one year!

Robin: CHAPPELL ROAN

Steve: :)

Steve: In New York, too! I found the good flights from Chicago to there and back. I booked you guys a hotel and there’s a whole printed out page of all the good restaurants in the area! And I also have some cash that you guys can use for food and souvenirs and stuff!

Robin: …Steve you beautiful beautiful man thank you

Robin: I’m making your favorite dinner tonight

Steve: Eddie’s reading a book right next to me, though?

Robin: why are you gay

Robin: no bitch. I was talking about a reuben sandwich

Robin: but I guess if you wanna suck cock, then whatever

Steve: Eh. I’ll save it for dessert.

Steve: Also, you don’t have to act surprised about those tickets. I know you looked through my emails.

Steve: You’re literally this motherfucker.

Steve has sent an image

Robin: That’s literally just Snoopy.

Steve: You got this.

Robin: …oh

Robin: maybe don’t subscribe to People magazine and then leave fifteen tabs about harambe open on my laptop

Steve: Blame Eddie.

Robin: Blame Eddie, you’re so right.

——— Eddie: Chrissy, am I being shunned?

Chrissy: Harambe.

Eddie: what?

Steve: The gorilla.

Eddie: not this again

Robin: you have been banished to the shadows for aiding me in my quest to find the Chappell Roan tickets

Eddie: YOURE THE ONE WHO SNOOPED I TOLD YOU NOT TO

Chrissy: Babe…you told me you didn’t.

Sent 10m ago

Robin: I’ve been shunned :(

Eddie: welcum to the club, loser

Robin: I hate you

Eddie: :)

Steve: Eddie’s pregnant again.

Seen just now

Eddie liked a message: "Eddie's pregnant again."

Eddie: plz name it corn this time plzzz

Steve disliked a message: "plz name it corn this time plzzz"

Eddie: I shall avenge you corn boy, for you will not be shunned like your father

Steve: If I stop shunning you and suck your dick, will you be normal?

Eddie: maybe

Steve: Robin, Chrissy. I need you to go to the grocery store for a little bit. I have something to do before I need to go to work and you guys can’t be here.

Robin: you guys are like rabbits when is it hunting season

Steve: Love you too

Robin: Love you more, dingus. Just please stop fucking all the time.

Eddie: how else am I going to be pregnant?

Robin has left the group chat

📱—————📱 I plan on making a part two for this one! Here it is as-is, for now, though.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Sorry its been a while, last month was crazy! Not too crazy for my emotional support fandom, though! You guys are giving me life. So please have another fic rec list. :)

We two boys together clinging by Aliquis

Charles and Edwin explore their romantic and sexual hangups and also help Crystal search for Niko. This fic has everything: excellent writing, developing relationship, rituals, first time, Beltane, a hot priest. This is already a fandom classic and now I've finally read it, I can confirm it's very good! Read the rest of the series too!

The stranger the better by ghostinthelibrary

Everyone's alive and basically the supernatural version of the Men in Black. I love the whole series, but this installment has the boys' first meeting, Edwin insisting he doesn't need a new partner, office gossip and an intriguing case. The prequel also has palasaki and background catwin! Anyway, I'm obsessed with this AU.

Partridge in a Pear Tree by Vamillepudding

Cinderella AU! Charles is basically a Disney Princess and Edwin is Secretly The Prince, it's wonderful. I also loved the worldbuilding and nods to old school Cinderella lore, like the gift-giving tree. So charming, highly recommended.

Wunderkammer by dear_monday, two_ravens

Edwin and Charles (and later Crystal) are functionally immortal and running a magical museum. This fic has a fantastic sense of place (the Athenaeum is a character in its own right) and an intriguingly gothic horror vibe with its sentient exhibits, doors into other planes and unnerving nonchalance about disappearing staff and guests. I would probably die, but I would absolutely go there.

pinch me (I don't want this to be a dream) by shadowquill17

The pince-nez fic! Charles finds a pair of glasses that show him a person's desires. Then he looks at Edwin. It goes about as well as you'd expect. It was inspired by this wonderful comic by technically-human so check that out too!

Let Me Follow by LikeMmmCookies

Time loop fic! The boys get trapped in Crystal's mind, replaying the day of Charles' death. Only Edwin is the New Boy in school and he's alive... Fantastic concept, so intriguing. Plus Crystal being a badass, The Sandman crossovers and Niko!

Oaths of the Forsworn by e_va

Vampire AU! The boys meet while Charles is dying so Vampire!Edwin agrees to turn him. The story is ongoing, but so far it's been focusing on Charles coping with being a fledgling vampire. Compelling.

lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate by KiaraSayre

Edwin is in Hell. Or is he? Fabulous writing, Hell worldbuilding and gut-wrenching detail. Cw for body horror and torture.

'Cause You Cut Through All the Noise by DontOffendTheBees

Edwin doms Charles in a therapeutic and non-sexual way. That's it and it's great. I loved this for its exploration of intimacy, trust and kink.

Instructions on Being by thewritingotter

Everyone is Alive Modern AU based on an AITA post featuring Charles convincing himself he's homophobic when he realizes he hates Edwin dating other men. It sounds like a funny premise, but really brings the angst and poignancy.

in an alternate timeline's light by plentyghost

Charles finds comics!Edwin hiding in the office. Sweet.

Become So Numb by snowkatze

AU where the Night Nurse doesn't help Charles and Edwin spends another 50 years in Hell. Loved Edwin's mechanism for escape, kind-of-dark Charles and the angsty reunion.

unidentified affectionate object by lyres

Edwin is struck by a curse that manifests his feelings as random objects. Good thing Charles isn't also effected... Very cute with mild angst and a happy ending.

between you and me, suddenly something is on my mind by lolotr

Beach episode! A proper one. Just fun, friendship and emotional support. Plus Edwin in an Edwardian swimming costume, complete with a handy visual aid.

Other Types of Intimacy by Asidian

After a tough case, Edwin takes care of Orb!Charles. (Chorb? Is this chorbwin?) I guess I have a thing for non-sexual intimacy. Seriously, though, what could be more beautiful than someone cuddling your soul?

(black is the colour) of my true love's hair by ObsessedWithFandom

Charles has long hair: the fic. Interesting ghost lore with Charles' hair kind of working like his mood-ring polo and growing when he's happy. And this is an established relationship payneland fic, so lately he's been very happy. 😜 Honestly, as a child of the 80s, Charles deserves to have long hair. I need more fanart!

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[seasononesam]

I should not be allowed to watch any show that deals with family drama my dumb ass is just sitting there like wow … just like the cw’s supernatural

[boundwithpurple]

Wdym supernatural womb au, like licking an orchid type thing?

no sorry. i mean the 2010 film starring eva green and matt smith where ok. the first shot is a heavily pregnant eva green giving a voice over about how someone has gone away…but left her a gift…and then we are introduced to eva green and matt smith as children. roll it back. eva green and matt smith have known each other a total of 6 days, right? 3 days as children when they met when tiny eva green was visiting her grandfather and then 3 days when they meet up again as adults. but they’re in love. although they do NOT fuck (this is important later). it’s a soulmate thing i guess. and then matt smith (who is also an ecoterrorist?) gets run over by a truck in front of her. very sad! and eva green responds to this by going to his parents to be like please can i have some of your dead son’s dna so i can be impregnated with his clone. and raise it. and his mom lesley manville is like NO WTF…but then his dad goes behind his wife’s back and gives eva green some of his son’s dna and is like good luck with all that i guess. and eva green gestates and then gives birth to the clone of this dead guy she was in love with. and raises him SUUUUPER codependent with mama. in her defense she tries to socialize him but there is racism against clones and the community ostracizes them and then it is a full on this is my son i am raising to be my ideal mate in our isolated beach shack scenario. and then matt smith is matt smith again, no longer the child actor. and he’s brought home his girlfriend, cassie from skins, and a bunch of super uncomfortable stuff happens. she picks up the vibes when like, in front of her, he knows she is there, matt smith sticks his entire huge head up eva green’s shirt and motorboats her while cassie from skins’ face falls in hilarious slow motion. but not only does cassie from skins not leave their remote beach shack she lets him hit again. then lesley manville shows up and actually this scene was super affecting to me because matt smith’s like genes know this is his mom and knows he knows this woman he’s never seen in his life and is super upset. but eva green refuses to explain. cassie from skins finally leaves when matt smith has like a category five meltdown at the breakfast table, which you wouldn’t think is the final straw here. finally eva green explains and matt smith has an existential crisis and then fucks her, his mom, eva green. it’s pretty hot. and there is blood on his hand after BECAUSE SHE’S BEEN A VIRGIN THIS WHOLE TIME!!! and she gives this deranged smile because she believes she has executed a flawless soulmate raising long game. but then matt smith LEAVES but it’s ok because he has left her pregnant with their baby. i guess.

anyway, both sam and dean from the cw’s supernatural would do this. is what i am saying.

[rreidsdream]

Halloween surprise

Summary: Spencer loves Halloween and today on Halloweens eve you decided to finally tell him about your pregnancy and make this a special Halloween.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

CW/Tags: pregnancy, just fluff, Spencer is your bf

WC: 1k

The crisp autumn air swirled around outside, rustling the golden and crimson leaves that had fallen in the yard. Inside, everything was cozy and warm. You and Spencer had spent most of the afternoon carving pumpkins, each of you trying to outdo the other with creative designs. His intricate patterns were, unsurprisingly, more geometric and scientific, while yours were playful and spontaneous. Laughter filled the air as Spencer’s focused expression broke into a grin when he finally finished his masterpiece.

“Okay, okay, yours wins,” you said, playfully nudging him.

He smiled softly, his hazel eyes lighting up as they always did when he looked at you. “I don’t know, I think yours has more… charm,” he teased.

You both stepped back to admire the glowing pumpkins that now sat on the porch, the flickering candlelight giving them an eerie yet festive vibe. The evening sky was deepening, the stars beginning to dot the darkening canvas overhead. Spencer pulled you close, wrapping his long arms around your waist as you leaned into his warmth.

“I love this time of year,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” you whispered, feeling the flutter in your chest, knowing tonight was going to be special.

After a few more moments outside, you both retreated into the house, the cozy atmosphere welcoming you. The living room was bathed in the warm glow of candles, their orange light flickering against the walls. The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin spice lingered in the air, mixing with the slight chill that clung to your sweaters from being outside. Spencer had already set up your favorite Halloween horror movies, and as you both nestled on the couch, he pulled a blanket over the two of you.

You leaned into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek as you rested your head on his chest. His arm tightened around you, and every now and then, he pressed soft kisses to your forehead or your temple, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

“I don’t know how you can enjoy these movies,” he said, as the opening scenes of a particularly suspenseful horror flick began.

“You don’t?” you teased, turning to catch his gaze, your eyes twinkling. “I seem to recall someone rambling about the statistical improbabilities of supernatural events last year while we watched this exact movie.”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours. “I just like watching them with you.”

You smiled, a surge of warmth filling your chest. You knew he wasn’t usually a fan of horror, but he always made an effort because he knew how much you loved it. It was one of the many things that made him so special to you.

As the movie progressed, the room felt even cozier. You both cuddled closer, sharing quiet laughter, stolen kisses, and little whispered comments about the ridiculousness of the characters’ decisions. His laughter would rumble in his chest, vibrating softly against you, and each time you looked up at him, his eyes were filled with such tenderness, it made your heart ache in the best way.

But through all of this, you were waiting for the perfect moment. The surprise.

You’d been holding this secret for a few weeks now, waiting for the right time to tell him. And as the candles flickered and you sat in the comfort of his arms, you realized that this—right here, right now—was the moment.

During a quieter part of the movie, you shifted slightly, sitting up so you could face him. Spencer immediately noticed the change in your expression, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand still resting on yours.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle in your chest. “I have something I want to tell you,” you said, your voice quieter than usual, almost shaky.

His eyes softened as he looked at you, his concern quickly replaced by curiosity. “What is it?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing in your chest. “Spencer…” you began, feeling the words stick to your throat for a moment. But then you smiled, unable to contain the joy that bubbled up inside you. “I’m pregnant.”

For a second, the room seemed to freeze. His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed the news. Then, slowly, his face broke into the most genuine, radiant smile you’d ever seen.

“You’re… pregnant?” he repeated, his voice filled with awe, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded, feeling tears of happiness well up in your eyes. “Yes,” you whispered, your hand instinctively moving to your stomach.

Without hesitation, Spencer leaned in, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, softly. It was as though all the love he’d ever felt for you was pouring into that single kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“I… I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice shaky with emotion. “We’re going to be parents?”

You nodded again, your heart soaring. “We are.”

Spencer laughed softly, a sound of pure joy, and pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it felt like he’d never let go. He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, before finally meeting your lips again in another tender kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his.

The movie forgotten, the two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, talking about the future, about the baby, and about how perfect this moment was. Spencer kept his hand on your stomach, as if trying to feel some connection already, his thumb gently tracing circles there. The excitement in his eyes never faded, and you could see the wonder in his expression every time he looked at you.

Candles flickered softly, the warmth of the room wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The night was filled with love, happiness, and the promise of an incredible new chapter together. Spencer kissed you again, a smile lingering on his lips as he whispered, “This is the best Halloween ever.”

[extra-stout-stories]

About / Index of Stories

February 2025 Update: I'm taking a break from Tumblr while I deal with real-world life issues, so I won't be around often and will be slow to respond to asks and DMs.

Writer. Fat4fat switchy feedist and mutual gainer. Believer in fat liberation and responsible hedonism. IRL smallfat in pursuit of a sustainable balance between real life and my wildly kinky desires.

I'm here to share my fiction and have interesting conversations about the kink. I love to receive feedback, story suggestions, and thoughtful platonic messages about this endlessly fascinating thing of ours. DMs and anon asks are welcome; you can find my responses to asks at #ask extrastout. Minors DNI.

I'm a lifelong feedist who's been active in the community in the past. I'm taken by a partner who's fat but not a feedist, and this Tumblr is a outlet for this part of myself. Cishet male, but I follow inspirational bellies of all genders.

This account replaces @cigarette-smoking-bird, which was shadowbanned by Tumblr. As of May 2024 all my content from that account has been reposted here and @cigarette-smoking-bird has been deleted.

I reblog and signal boost frequently, so if you want to set notifications for my original content but don't want to be overwhelmed by reblogs, follow @extra-stout-content.

Index of stories below the cut. I write in a variety of genres and themes from wholesome to extreme, so please read the content warnings.

Stories

A Cat's-Eye View - A cat watches his human owner slowly give in to her desire to become fatter. (XWG, BBW to USSBBW, non-explicit, light romance. CW: Description of furniture breakage.)

Buffet Date - When fatphobic tourists with a dark secret interrupt a lovely dinner date, an SSBHM defends his lover from both social and supernatural hostility. Part three of the series that began with "Werewolf / Sweater Weather" and continued with "Full Moon." (SSBBW, SSBHM werewolf, buffet stuffing, romantic but no explicit sex. CW: Exhibitionism, protagonist is victim of fatphobia, werewolf-on-vampire violence.)

Contrast / Gift - A hedonistic fat queen receives a package with a very special gift. (USSBBW, fit male FA. CW: Explicit sex and cunnilingus.)

First Date / Creepy Cookies - When a BHM in Florida decides to take the plunge on a long-distance relationship with a witchy SSBBW FFA in New England, their first IRL encounter goes even better than he expected. (BHM to USSBHM, magical rapid weight gain, SSBBW feeder. Romantic, but spicy and mildly explicit. Lots of sexy descriptions of food. CW: Immobility, mobility aids.)

Full Moon - The couple from Kinktober 2023's "Werewolf / Sweater Weather" enjoys some bedroom fun on their favorite night of the month. (SSBBW, SSBHWW -- that's "big handsome werewolf." CW: The fine line between desire and fear; explicit sex, but mostly implied rather than descriptive.)

Hucow and Minotaur - A feedist couple enjoys some intense bedroom roleplay followed by aftercare. (SSBBW, size-unspecified male feeder. CW: Hucow play, mildly explicit sex, lactation.)

Immobile Weekend - When a feedee agrees to try a weekend of bedroom roleplay, he enjoys it even more than he expected. (BBW feeder, BHM to USSBHM feedee, XWG, romantic vibe, spicy but no explicit sex. CW: Immobility, mild discussion of health issues.)

Leashed / Hologram - In a near future where remote communications technology is just a little bit more sophisticated, you're a greedy fat pet with a stern but loving master. (Second-person feedee POV, gender-unspecified feedee and feeder, size-unspecified feeder. Mildly explicit with implied sexual intercourse. CW: Pet play, dominance.)

Marshmallow / Bondage - A fat dominant feeder and her even fatter submissive enjoy a night of bedroom fun. (SSBBW, USSBHM, femdom/mommy domme, orgasm denial, food play, light impact play. CW: D/S with roleplayed dubcon, immobility, bariatric equipment, cunnilingus and orgasm.)

Special Delivery - As a growing gainer's mobility diminishes, his regular delivery order takes an unexpected turn. (SSBHM to USSBHM feedee, gender-unspecified fat feeder, no explicit sex. CW: Immobility, bariatric tube feeding, brief moment of dubious consent.)

Stuck At Work - When two fat fast food workers end up in a tight situation, they discover that their feelings for one another are mutual. (Romantic soft feedist meet-cute, nothing explicit.)

The Weight Clinic - A fat man who's unsure about losing weight signs up for a very unusual treatment program led by a dominant doctor with an agenda of her own. (SSBHM feedee, SSBBW feeder, implicit XWG. CW: Dubious consent, drugs, medical and deathfeedist elements.)

The Weight Clinic: The (Brief) Return of Dr. Moore - Everyone's favorite mad scientist returns to introduce Feedist Kinktober '23. (Second person feedee POV, gender neutral. CW: Immobility, bariatric equipment, self-indulgent metafiction, threats of a terrible fate if you don't reblog my stories.)

Werewolf / Sweater Weather - On a secluded rural homestead, a man brings a meal home for his mate. (BHM, SSBBW, wholesome romance, non-explicit. CW: Wolf-on-stag violence.)

Short Vignettes

I post a lot of short vignettes, but I usually don't bother giving them titles or full descriptions. They can be read on the #feedist vignettes tag. I haven't put content warnings in the header of these short ones, but they're generally not too extreme. If you see something on this tag that you don't want to see and would like me to put a content warning in the tags, just shoot me a DM.

For my own reference, I've made a list of some of my more popular short vignettes indexed by title or first sentence, but check the tag because this isn't all of them.

"The Beach" (BHM, SSBBW, non-explicit)

"Fat tradwife of an equally fat husband" (What it says in the title)

"I can't believe I did it again" (First-person feedee POV)

"I can't believe I've done this to myself" (First-person feedee POV)

"It's not just about getting turned on by gaining weight" (Second-person feedee POV, wholesome feedism)

"Most people don't get turned on by food" (Second-person feedee POV)

"Needy, Greedy" (Soft domme, second-person feedee POV, mildly explicit, gender-neutral)

"Not Fat Enough" (BBW feedee, dominant USSBHM feeder, stuffing. CW: Consensual power exchange.)

"Plump Little Tummy" (First-person feedee POV. CW: Immobility.)

"Reblog if you're into soft XWG" (My most popular post)

"She gazes up at her reflection in the ceiling mirror" (USSBBW, breeding kink)

"That Little Bit Fatter" (Second person feedee POV, wholesome feedism, SFW.)

"When the outside world sees you, they don't see self-discipline" (Second person feedee POV)

"You didn't expect all the fun you could have with your fatter belly" (Second person POV)

"You never thought you would go this far" (Second person feedee POV)

"You used to stay fit for contrast's sake" (Second person POV, mutual gaining)

[concretejunglefm]

Poltergeists: Bonus Chapter.

A short fluffy bonus chapter between Noah and Bubs, set during the early BO days.

Chapters: Masterlist

CW: Missing person, elements of supernatural horror, mentions of blood and possibly violence, unreliable narrator, implied smut. will update as it goes on. Heavy trigger warning for mentions of alcohol use, ptsd and panic attacks.

AN: This series will be told throughout a variety of flashbacks and present day, all which will be marked.

Divider: Silent-stories.

Tagged: @enemiestolovershoe, @fadingangelwisp, @geminigirlfromfinland, @littlepeachwhispers, @concreteangel92, @deathblacksmoke, @1toreyouapart, @lacy1986, @chaoticwineaunt, @ichoosetenderomens, @chey-h, @baddestomens, @blade-dressed-in-red, @halfalgorithmhafdeity, @geminigirlfromfinland, @fuck1ng-queen, @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard, @xxkittenkissesxx (if anyone else wishes to be tagged lmk)

"So serious." You tease from behind the camera, holding it up as you watch Noah through the viewfinder. A smile spreads across your face as you admire his attempt to pull off his broody aesthetic to match the vibe of the merch and the band.

At his request, you're capturing footage of the new merch he's currently debuting for his band, something he happily reminds you its importance of while you continue to playfully tease him.

"This is serious! It's for the band." Noah says.

"I thought you hated being the face of anything." You retort.

"I do, but this is important." He insists.

You know it is. You've been helping him for the past few months, not only with the designs he has shown you, but also with watching it come to life. 

You even witnessed the band's inception and growth, from Noah and Nick messing around to becoming a more fully formed group that led them to recruit more members. You even attended their early 'auditions' before they found their ideal bandmates through friends rather than strangers who came in to play a cover of Oasis' "Wonderwall."

"You look so pretty." You say before you can stop yourself. 

The broody expression he'd been trying to maintain is replaced by something softer, and he laughs. "Ha-ha. So original. Are you gonna call me pretty boy next?" He teases.

"Yeah." A teasing grin spreading across your face. "Because you are."

"Stop it. You know how I feel about that." He playfully scolds.

You do know. 

It was a habit among your high school peers to use it as an insult against him simply because he was a guy who preferred to have longer hair and looked more pretty and feminine than most of your classmates. Perhaps that's what drew you to him—how soft he seemed compared to everyone else, with his soft-spoken voice and gentle features. In some ways, he was a gentle giant, a sentiment that made you quietly giggle.

You do know about his feelings over the word, but you can't help but notice the way his cheeks flush when you compliment him, his head dipping down as if he's struggling against the urge to smile and accept it.

"Do you not like it?" You ask.

"Only when it's you saying it."

For some reason, that statement makes your heart flutter. There are days when it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore your crush, which only grows stronger with each passing moment spent around him. 

Today, it chooses to make itself known, your hands almost shaking as you try to capture even a small amount of steady footage for the band to work with later. 

You keep gazing at him through the camera, the shy smile he gives you becomes another cherished memory, adding to the mental vault filled with similar moments—all moments related to him. 

[fastlikealambo]

I rarely talk about books on here but hotties if you have not read LEGENDBORN by Tracey Deonn, please read it

It is the book that would have saved me as a teen, it has such CW fun supernatural vibes with a black girl at the center who is loved, protected, who goes through shit but she is not alone. She faces racism, literal demons, people playing in her face left and right but she rises. Shes allowed to be weak and feel everything, she’s got anxiety, she is everything to me.

While tv and film fantasy black girl rep is in the shitter right now, books are thriving and there is never a better time than to pick up a fucking book than right now.