#he was tired of the heavy and repetitive convos about it

[delusion-of-negation]

animorphs, the chronicles of ancient darkness, the old kingdom series (garth nix), shakespeare, cirque du freak, the secret seven

[baxteravenue]

The Club Gets Boring.

summary: sometimes the club gets boring and things feel repetitive, that was until you walked in and now jack knows about marine life.

a/n: lets hope this works, idk at this point i just like writing.

Jack enjoyed the attention he got in his most recent days, his younger self would not have believed anyone if they told him that he’d be pulling tens like nothing. He thought it was funny how growing out facial hair and learning how to do his hair right changed everything for him.

Like said, Jack enjoyed most of the attention he got. He liked the club, it was something that brought together business and pleasure— but tonight he just wasn’t feeling it with the girl that had latched herself onto him for the week. She was pretty but that’s as far as she went, she was just another pretty face and god was he getting tired of em’.

It was crazy how his lyrics never failed to ring true.

I fall in love with girls 'cause they physically appealing. A couple weeks pass and the convos hit a ceiling.

In retrospect Jack had never really been a player, he wouldn’t admit it but he was a relationship guy when it came down to it for that right person. But in his line of work it’s harder, harder to uphold and image and stay faithful. 

“You good?” Urban nudged Jack, bringing him back down. 

Jack had his fourth club appearance of the week and he was just about done, the music was making his ears ring, the girl yapping in his ear was giving him a headache and he felt woozy even without having any alcohol in his system. 

Jack nodded. “Yeah I’m just about ready to go home though.” 

“One more hour and you’re good.” Urban patted his back, going back to chatting with a pretty blonde. 

“Mmm.” He rubbed his eyes. “Fuck.” And just when Jack was about to check out completely, you walked in. 

You weren’t really a club person or a Jack Harlow fan, you didn’t really see the appeal that the grand public did. You thought he was cute, sure, but he wasn’t all that his TikTok comments made him out to be. 

Your friends however were avid club goers, so avid that they knew just about every bouncer and club promoter in the Miami area. They were one of the first people that found out Jack was making an appearance at E11even. They were ecstatic to say the least. 

“C’mon Y/N, get your ass off the couch and get ready we’re not taking no for an answer.” They yelled and you listened and that’s how you ended up at a very packed nightclub getting escorted to a private area. 

“Here you go, remember if yall need anything just let me know.” Nicky was one of the promoters for the club and he was in love with your best friend Mia so if she wanted a private section and anything to drink she was gonna get that. 

“Thanks Nicky.” Mia smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek sending him away with a big smile on his face. 

You shifted in place, the heels you were wearing were already starting to hurt. You looked down at your toes, it was a good thing they were pretty that was the least they could do while you were breaking your ankles. 

“Y/N, you look gorgeous I’m so glad you decided on that dress.” One of your girlfriends slurred, “Really though you’re gorgeous you need to get dicked down tonight.” 

Your eyes widened, feeling your cheeks heat up as if anyone could hear what just came out of her mouth over the loud music. “You’re drunk.” 

She nodded, “I am. I need to be just a little bit more and so do you.”

“Shots!” Leia, your other friend popped up out of nowhere with a bottle of Casamigos and a tray of tiny shot cups. “We’re all taking shots.”

You quickly sat down, sitting the farthest out trying to stay clear of her and her heavy hand. 

“Aht, Aht! Y/N get your ass over here and open! This is your shit.” Leia yelled, pulling you over. “Now open!”

You giggled, opening your mouth letting the alcoholic drink slide down your throat smoothly. It was true you did enjoy a good Casamigos, out of everything it had to be your favorite. 

You scrunch your face, “Ahhhhh. Burns nice.”

Everyone in your section laughed, “There we go girl! Demon time!” 

“Oh shit, there he is!” Mia motioned to the other side of the club. Right in front of us was the V.IP. section, more reserved for actual famous people. “That’s Jack Harlow!”

You looked over, this was the first time you actually saw him. He was wearing a white tee shirt and jeans and it made you laugh at how casual he looked in the setting. 

“I’m manifesting one of us fucking him.” Jada nodded, “One of us gotta go home with him.”

Half the girls shook their heads, either not feeling him or bringing up their boyfriends while the other half smiled and nodded trying to make it a game. 

“How do y’all even expect to get over there and get his attention, especially when that Nova Babe got his already?” You pointed out the girl who was sitting extremely close to him, 

whispering something in his ear every other minute.

“You think too much Y/N, for real.”

You shrugged, leaning back and pulling out your phone. You sighed at the time, you still had a good hour of being here before you could dip. You looked back up, your eyes glancing back over the room somehow meeting eyes with someone you had no idea was looking over at you. 

Your eyes widened as Jack smiled at you, giving you a subtle soft wave.

Confused you turned around to your friends, maybe he was looking at them because there was just no way he had smiled at you. 

You turned back to him, he was laughing. “You.” He mouthed. 

“Me?” You mouthed back. 

He nodded, his smile however dropping as soon as the Nova Babe leaned into his ear again. 

You quickly retracted your eye contact, dropping your head a bit. Leaning over to your friends, you let them know you had to use the restroom. “Anyone else gotta go?”

Nia nodded, “Yeah girl. I don’t want you going alone either. 

On the way over there, ducking and swerving through the crowd you mentally scolded yourself for thinking that Jack Harlow would be giving you his attention even for a second. Not when he was being rumored to be dating Saweetie, you could just never live up to that. You didn’t even like him like that so why were you questioning the situation so much?

You walked into the restroom, going straight to the mirror. You didn’t look bad, in fact you looked really good and that was something you’d never lie about. You were serving face and the dress you had on was hugging every curve just right, your long straight hair complemented everything.

You knew you weren’t leaving with Jack Harlow tonight but you were leaving with someone. 

“You good?” Your friend looked over at you. 

Damn, maybe you were staring at yourself for too long. You nodded. “Yeah, just trying to gas myself.”

Nia shook her head, “You’re bad as fuck Y/N. Most of the girls here can’t even spell that.” 

You laughed. “That’s not true.”

“You’re too sweet, way too sweet.” Nia linked her arms with yours, walking out the bathroom. “So who do you think is gonna get the farthest with Jack?”

You shrugged, walking back into the loudness. “Mm’don’t know.” It would probably Destiny, out of all her friends she just had that to her. The kind of aura that made it easy for her to get anything she wanted.

You’re face scrunched up in disgust as you felt someone grab onto your arm, “Don’t fucking touch me.” You looked behind to see who had done it. 

It was a security guard, a tall one. “My bad mam but uhm, Jack Harlow wants to know if you want to join his section… you and your friends of course.” 

You gave him a confused look before seeing Jack in his section standing up and peering over, watching the exchange the three of you were having. Nova Babe nowhere to be seen. 

“Huh?” Was all you could say. 

Nia wasted no time, “Yes! We would love to, just give us a second to get our friends.” 

The two of you were off, hurtling through the crowds, Nia pulling at your arm like a rag doll. You were surprised you hadn’t twisted your ankles. “Y/N I swear you got the fucking sauce!” Nia cheered as the two of you walked up to your section. 

“Bitches you’re not gonna believe it, we just got invited into Jack Harlow’s section!”

All the girls stood up in shock. 

“No fucking way, how?” Leia asked.

Nia shrugged, “I don’t know Y/N just got it like that.”

Destiny looked over at you, “You know Jack Harlow?”

You shook your head. “No! I don’t even like him like that, nor do I also know him like that.”

“Doesn’t matter I’m fuckihg him tonight, ooh Y/N you are thee fucking best!” Destiny squeezed by you leading the group of your friends to his section. 

You fell behind, being one of the last ones to enter the section that was way bigger than the one you all were previously in. You frowned as you saw Destiny immediately make her way to Jack, but you quickly wiped it away not wanting to seem fazed… which you weren’t because you didn’t even know Jack!

You stepped back, taking a seat that was closer to the balcony that overlooked the bottom of the club that was packed. 

“Hey I’m Urban.” A deep voice came from beside you, the small couch dipping as he sat down. 

You gave him a shy smile, “Sup I’m Y/N.”

He looked back at your friends and then at you. “You got a lot of friends. They all seem cool and… well don’t take this offensive eager.” 

You let out a laugh, “Most of them have boyfriends, don't worry for your friend. They’re just excited to be here as for some others…” You look at Destiny who was obviously flirting with Jack “Well some of them don’t.” 

“You’re shy huh…” Urban pulled out a blunt, lighting it. “You’ve got this aura it’s nice.”

“No one’s ever told me my aura was nice, I like that.” You nodded. 

Urban took a drag, motioning the blunt to you making you shake your head. “Look Imma be real my friend Jack wanted mostly you to come over… he thinks you’re cute.”

Your eyes widen at Urban’s confession. “What about Nova Babe?”

“Huh?” He looks at you confused.

“Nothing, look I really doubt that and even if he did Destiny is talking to him and she’s good, she’s really good now she’s got the aura. I’m shy. I can't go up and just jump in that conversation—“ Urban quickly grabs your arm dragging you across the section, “Urban where are we— No..” 

“Jack this is Y/N she’s so sweet and uh Destiny, I think your friend was calling you over there.” Urban shoves you playfully into Jack's side making you stumble a bit. You feel Jacks hand steady you and you can’t seem to look up.

“Huh?” Destiny looks at Urban confused.

“Mhm, here come with me I’ll show you.” Soon Urban is walking away with Destiny.

“You good? You almost tripped there.” Jack chuckles, his hand still on your arm.

You look up, his blue eyes already on yours. You feel small next to him and it isn’t because he’s almost a foot taller than you, “Yeah I just– I’m not sure why he did that, I’m sorry.”

He looks confused for a sec, “Why are you sorry?”

You looked back at Destiny who was now engaging in conversation with a group of guys and some of your friends, “Well Destiny and you were talking and I know Destiny and when she wants something she gets it and Urban just dragged me here and interrupted you both which is very rude— Not that Urban is rude he seems really sweet I just…” I look up at Jack who’s face holds a huge grin. 

He nods for me to continue, “I’m listening.” 

You tilt your head. “You’re being sarcastic.”

He shakes his head laughing, “I just thought you would have caught on by now that it’s you who I wanted to talk to? You were the one I waved at, I specifically asked my bodyguard to ask if you’d like to come over… the only reason your friends are here is because you’re here. Destiny or whatever her name is cool but I wanted to talk to you.” 

You feel confused, this stuff doesn’t happen to you. In your group of friends it’s never you, it's always someone else. “Oh.” 

He looks behind him to the sofa, “You wanna sit down and try and talk over this loud music?”

You nod and just right when you’re about to sit Nia is stumbling over, a bottle in her hand with a determined look on her face. “Your turn Y/N!”

Your eyes widen and you look for Jack for help, he stands up leaning down and whispering something in Nia’s ear before stepping back.

“Ohhhh,” Nia smirks. “Okay. Okay, hey be nice to her she’s a really sweet girl but her family knows people if you know what I mean.” 

Jack looks back at you confused by what Nia just said, “Know people?”

You laugh. “Legally I am not allowed to discuss this any further.”

“Oh damn… that’s kinda hot.” 

“Mmm not really.” 

Jack leans back a bit, sitting back down beside you. “So what brings you to Miami? You live out here? Or Spring Break?”

“Spring Break, they had to drag me out here. I'm not a huge fan of Florida to be honest.” You shake your head, you look down at your phone watching the time.

“So you go to school?”

“Mhm, I’m a Marine Biology major.” You nod. 

“Marine Biology? Like some Saving Willy type?” Jack smiles.

“No more like Dolphin Tale, it’s what made me want to pursue stuff like that.” You laughed a bit. It was crazy how clear someone could sound in such a loud environment when you wanted to talk to them. “What about you what do you do?” As soon as those words left your mouth you immediately wanted to slap yourself. 

Jack laughed, “Damn that’s how to humble someone.”

“I– I didn’t mean it like that, it's just…”

“Nah it’s cool, I liked hearing that. I forgot what it felt like. Well I’m a rapper, I rap and stuff like that.” He nodded, slouching over his knees in an attempt to get closer to you. 

The two of you are so close you can feel his breath on you, it smells like mint gum. You probably smell like casamigos and watermelon gum. 

“You’re not drinking?” The lack of alcohol on his breath in a setting like this is surprising.

He shakes his head, “Mm-mm. I don't really drink like that no more. You’re not drunk either?” 

“I’ve taken maybe one shot, I gotta be up in the morning.” You smile at him and his pretty face. You look back at your phone and your smile is immediately replaced with a frown, “Speaking of… this was nice but Ive really got to go now.” 

Jack frowns too, “It’s only midnight?” Midnight. Jack is free to go, the appearance time slot being over. “You know what I gotta go too, let me drive you home?”

You shake your head, “No it’s fine, I doubt you have to go.”

“I’m not letting you go home by yourself because by the looks of it,” Jack motions to your group of friends who look like they’re having the time of their lives with Jack’s friends, “Well I doubt they’re trying to bounce.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “You don’t even know me.”

“I thought it was obvious that I want to?” He smiled.

You nod, “Okay Jack… you can take me home.” 

Jack didn’t even say anything, he just grabbed your hand dragging you through the crowd to your group of friends. ���Imma take Y/N home, i’ll meet y’all at the crib?” 

You look over at your friends, “I’m gonna go. I got the interview in the morning… M’sorry.” 

They all nod in understanding, “You’re good baby text us when you get to the hotel we’ll be back in few okay?” 

Leia eyes Jack, “You better not try anything!”

Jack shakes his head. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

Destiny laughs, “Go Y/N!” 

Your face flushes in a deep red that you can’t see but already know it’s there. “Let’s go.” 

Jack loves the way you look in his passenger's seat, how had the beginning of this night changed in favor so well. “What’s the interview for?” 

“Huh?” 

“That you need to wake up early for?” He asked, trying to pay attention to the road and you at the same time. 

“Oh. Uhm, it's for a summer internship thing in the Galápagos Islands. I really want it and it’s super competitive. They only choose 10 students from the states out of a pool of over 1,000. I doubt I’ll get it but it’s worth a shot. I mean I made it this far.” 

Jack is stunned by how gorgeous and smart you are, it feels like he hasn’t had a real conversation with someone like this in a while where they’re not prying at him for personal information or want something out of him. But with you he finds himself thinking if he’d have any sway in getting you in… not that he’d do it well if you wanted him to he would. 

“That sounds really fucking cool, I really hope you get it. I would love to see pictures of you with those little iguanas.” 

You laugh, “If I do get this I would totally send you pictures of all the land and aquatic life on the islands.”

Jack frowns as he pulls up to your hotel not wanting this night to end just yet. 

“Hey can I get your—“

“I was wondering if I could—“

You both pause before laughing. “Here I’ll put in my number and you can put in yours?”

You both trade phones exchanging phone numbers.

“After your interview are you doing anything?” Jack asks.

“Interview is at 7 AM it should be an hour at most and the girls always sleep in till noon so no…” You shake your head.

“Wanna get some breakfast? I know this hole in the wall and it’s really good.” Jack hopes you’ll say yes and then you’ll say yes again and again and again. 

You nod, “Sure.”

“It was really nice meeting you Y/N, and I mean really nice.” 

You smile, “It was nice meeting you tonight too Jack. Thanks for inviting me and my friends over and taking me home.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Goodnight Jack.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

And for the first time in a while Jack doesn’t kiss a girl after a couple hours of knowing her. In a weird way he feels giddy like a kid again and he can’t wait to go to sleep and wake up the next day and see you. 

You feel giddy as well, hyped up on the fact that you could possibly have a shot at a once in a lifetime opportunity and that a rapper who you thought was a player and maybe a little stuck up, is actually sweet and kind and a very good listener. 

The two of you fall asleep with the thoughts of marine life, breakfast and the thoughts of seeing each other in the morning.

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Lucky You (Clyde Logan x Reader)

There were plenty of things you were lucky for in your life, and you knew this. You had a family you loved immensely, friends you’d die for, a job that fulfilled you (90% of the time, at least), and a cozy apartment all of your own. Every day you awoke with a fresh sense of possibility brewing in your mind like a pot of hot coffee, painted on a coat of courage and creativity like lip gloss, and stepped out into the sun wrapped in optimism as bright and trusty as your favorite yellow blazer. You were lucky in many ways, you reminded yourself as you pulled out the driveway on the way to your office. You were a very, very lucky girl. 

But you were very unlucky in love. 

It had been, you counted backward in your mind again... WAY too many years since you’d been kissed. Next month would make lucky number 7. 

The breakup between you and your high school boyfriend had been messy to say the least and borderline traumatizing to say the most. A year or 2 to recover, a few more of surviving college, a few more after that of starting your career. All that mixed with a cocktail of mental health struggles and dating muscle memory that faded fast, and you were left alone, even as your friends got married, even as they popped out babies, even as you smeared that lip gloss on in the mirror every morning and told yourself it was all going to be OK. 

Some people are lucky in those ways. Some people are, you told yourself, cursed.

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It had been another long one at work. Fast-approaching deadlines, confusing assignments, tense convos with your boss. It all had you drained. You sighed on the drive home, pointing the cool air at your face as Ben Folds’ voice floated around you. “The Luckiest,” this song was called. If it hadn’t been such cruel irony, you would have laughed. Instead, you couldn’t help but start to cry.

Just as the self-pity took hold of you and the first tear slipped out, you heard a pop. 

Your car wobbled. A flat tire. Fucking hell. 

You pulled into the next parking lot on the side of the road. Any empty-looking bar. Duck Tape, it was called. Somehow you’d never noticed it before, locked in the rote repetition of your commute,

A quick glance at your phone revealed your battery was dead. Great. You were stranded. Stranded, and, as if you needed a reminder, alone. 

On any other day you would have thought up a plan in seconds. Would have laughed it off. Dealt with it. Picked yourself up and got yourself through it like you did with everything else. 

But today, as the sky opened up and started pouring in an even crueler twist of fate, all you could do was sit and stare out at the parking lot and dare a bolt of lightning to strike. 

“Darlin’?”

A shout came from Duck Tape’s door. Turning your head, you saw him. Tall, strong, dark-haired and built like a redwood, with the kindest and most worried-looking eyes. 

He stepped out a bit further. 

“Darlin’ your tire’s out,” he called. 

You laughed dryly. “I know.” Probably too quiet for him to hear. But you didn’t have the energy for anything louder. 

“D’you want me to call someone for ya? Why don’t ya come inside?”

With a deep breath and a heavy dose of “fuck it,” you popped open the door, trotted to the covered porch, and stood in front of the man, who was blocking the doorway. 

He stared at down you almost dazed, almost timid, like a puppy looking for his mom. 

“I’m Clyde,” he offered after a pause. 

You told him your name, reaching out to shake his hand. A tiny shock ignited as your skin touched. 

He jumped a bit. “Ow,” he spoke, lips twinging up into a smile. He shook his hand as if you’d burned it. “Y’shocked me.”

Part of you just wanted to ask for his phone. Part of you wanted to brush past his attempt to be cute. Part of you wondered if you had it in you at all to play along. 

But part of you warmed when you caught his smiling eyes. Just like that little shock, part of you sparked awake, a jolt of something igniting in a way that felt distantly familiar. A tiny lightning strike. You’d been hit after all. 

“Come on in,” Clyde continued, stepping back and holding open the door.

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An hour or 2 or 3 later and you were still sitting at the bar, leaning on your hand and gazing up at Clyde with lazy smile. Whether it was the whiskey, the heating, the conversation, or something much deeper, you didn’t know- all you knew was you were warm from head to toe.

The call about the flat tire was long forgotten. You couldn’t care any less. 

In the corner of the bar, two older men took turns on the little video slot machine, watching a football game with half-baked interest. 

“I always said my family is cursed,” Clyde said, leaning casually down against the bar to get closer to your eye level. “The Logan family curse. That’s how my brother hurt his leg, how my mammy got sick, and how I lost my hand,” he said, holding it up a bit. 

“I’m cursed, too,” you said, whiskey clearly loosening your tongue. “I haven’t been kissed in 7 years.”

You looked down at your glass, suddenly feeling stupid for comparing your lack of dating luck to the loss of a limb. Clyde was quiet for a moment. 

“Darlin’,” he spoke hesitantly, “Lucky for you that’s a curse that can be broken.”

You caught his eye for a moment before glancing back down. 

“Unlucky for me, that is not entirely in my control.”

Silence hung heavy in the air.

“Look here,” Clyde spoke abruptly. You looked up and straight into his eyes, an intriguing mix of courage and fear swirling. “Life is hard enough without curses. Y’got... dipshits and work troubles and... flat tires. GIrl like you don’t deserve any of it, but you especially don’t deserve to be cursed on top of it all.”

You swallowed, not daring to break eye contact. 

“So,” Clyde huffed out a breath and leaned in close. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone as his eyes carefully studied your lips. With one last glance into your eyes, he leaned in and brushed your lips with the gentlest, sweetest kiss. Time slowing, your body alight with goosebumps, you pressed into it, relishing the soft, delicious feeling you had dreamt about for 7 long, unlucky years. 

“CLYDE BOY WE DID IT!” Cheers, dings, and mechanical coin sounds erupted behind you as the men at the slot machine whooped and scrambled to their feet. “WE HIT THE JACKPOT! BOY IT’S OUR LUCKY DAY”

As the cheers of joy continued and the machine chimed out its victory tune, Clyde pulled the slightest bit away and looked into your eyes. “Lucky them,” he said with a sly smile. 

Eyes dropping down to Clyde’s lips. you answered with only a whisper. 

“Lucky me.”

[seenashwrite]

14.12 Round-Up

I mean... okay.

This one is essentially what I would’ve posted had I live-blogged. No analysis, really, because there’s nothing to analyze. So, let us begin with my first thoughts whist gazing upon the first scene:

It's. Made. Of. Trash. Cans.

Yes, he's teary-eyed, and yes, and stellar Jensen work, and yes, and feels, and yes, and “Sam!”, and yes, and shit, but - and I can't emphasize this enough----

It's. Made. Of. Trash. Cans.

More importantly, like I said last week, he can imagine this scenario just fine, except it's the cosplay dude in there. Under the ocean of your mind is easier on the noggin than walk-in freezer, methinks. Tinier bangs, muffled screaming.

Clawed-up wall is very nice touch.

SERIAL KILLER?!?!  YASSSSSS!!! IS THIS AN ACTUAL CASE?!?!!? Oh and nice underwater visuals... kicking it this week, set design and cinematography!

Why is there no other way, Dean? I can think of three. But none of that matters - Sam and Cas, here's what y'all do, it's called valium. Slip five of those in his whiskey, his system can take it. Then I'd like to introduce you to two of my friends, intubation and a propofol drip. Stick him in a room - preferably Maggie’s, after you kick her out - and presto, time to figure out how to open The Cage and swap Michaels.

I know y'all hate Nick but that guard was working my nerves, so props to ol' Limpy, there. And again with the pretty color and nice shot. More props to the crew, yo.

What is this trip about? Y'all keep talking about what it isn't, so what the shit is it? Is it one last bro bonding for the road? Y'know, for the road on the road? Or are they on their way to dump him into the ocean? Then where's the casket*? The casket which, I feel it necessary to point out---

Is. Made. Out. Of. Trash. Cans.

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* ETA: I’ve been informed it was in a trailer on the back of Baby, which somehow I compleeeeetely missed. I zoned out a lot in this one, it was so damn repetitive between the heavy-handed comparisons in the subplot to Dean’s situation, and the identical-but-with-different-words convos between Dean and Sam/Dean and Cas that kept happening over and over and over and over and over and....

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Blah-blah-blah Pharaoh's plague, first born, got it. And I assume he's another prophet since y'all blew that wad in the title and in the "Then" with the Donny stuff. And plus the whispery voices. And it's happening because he's brain-dead, not dead-dead. Watch. I'm right.

[mere moments]

Hey, girl. Yeah, you. You, in the mirror. You're hella good at the pedestrian scripting stuff. Mwah. Let's see if you're right about the rest.

(I'm right. I’m always right. #humbly)

Ahhh, half-time. Good. I need a brownie.

Ooooh Sam with the gritty voice upon entry (I absolutely meant that to sound dirty) and hey it's Gabriel wallpaper!

Welp. A choke, two punches, and a gunshot later, we are off to an exciting second half, I hope.

Oh.... ohhhh.... thank you Cassy baby for that scoop. [clears throat] Hey, girl. It's me. Me-You, again. You and your sexy brain that predicts the easily predictable deserves a second brownie. Double-mwah.

Nicky, you're about to get a case of the ghosties----- and damn, there we go! Oof, awkward. Or hell maybe it is Luci. Testing him. In a way, I hope not, I was hoping he'd be all skeletal and tarred. Minus the dollar store Terminator effect, of course. This is a good scene. It's well acted. Pellegrino just gives 120% with any material he's given, he's a gem.

YES, CAS. Give him the business. PS: I love whoever has the stethoscope on Misha like that, or if he did it I love him - my point is, somebody is close to somebody in the medical profession because we---- ER, UM, I MEAN THEY #secret identity--- don't just hang out with the 'scope like that. Hilarious. *chef's kiss* Perfect for Cas.

No, he won't die, dude. Why do they write Sam as the dumbest smart person sometimes?  It's a vent, not fucking bypass. Vents are for people who can't breathe on their own for whatever reason or because they're in surgery or whatnots, and Donny was making with the conscious. He was wide awake. It's all good, yo. Your bigger worry is D-Dog coming out of it and still being loopy and spazzing out and jerking the tube, jacking his trachea.

I would happily wake up to that mug in my face, btw. Hey, girl, he'd say. Look who's wakey-wakey eggs and bakey. Because he's Dean, and Dean would say something sexy like that because he'll be so swoony when his tired ass eyes met my bloodshot crusty ones. Supes romantic.

Are we really almost done with this episode? I feel like we haven't gotten a lot accomplished. Not Dean-Sam-Cas wise, I mean. There's been plenty of story, and a decently cool story, otherwise. The rest has been repetitive "Don't do it" - "Imma do it" dialogue.

He's not gonna do it.

Know how I know?

*Boop*

Yeah, yeah, I should separate real life and pretend, but to this I say: not all conflict and drama has to be life-or-death for the main players. It's actually kinda ridiculous to try to do it in modern times (at least, not constantly) with how tapped-in fans are with the industry, we know about contract renewals and such. You know the last best drama this show had? Dean waking up with demon eyes. You wanna talk about some cliff-damn-hanger motherfucking drama. The possibilities, all the unknown. Not only is he not dead, he's also *himself* - a different version of himself, a primal version. That, friends, is seldom done and even less frequently done well, and Ackles did it very, very well. Ah, Demon Dean, we hardly knew thee. I've digressed.

This ending scene is basically Jared's AKF drill, and I'm not shitting on it, legit, I'm truly not - my point is to say it's effective because he means it. Padalecki is at his best when they give him something of significance to work with, they should do it more often. And hey lookee there, Dean agreed. ::sigh:: But, I mean... what about... all that hard... all those five minutes you... I just.... what about the box? You know, the kickass piece of craftsmanship that, I would be remiss if I didn't remind us all -----

Is. Made. Out. Of. Trash. Cans.

Okay, that was largely uneventful, given the content. It's weird - the content means I shouldn't feel "meh", but I'm "meh". Opening scene by far the best, and again, set design and cinematography get high-fives throughout. See ya next week - that preview looked encouraging.

[cloneslugs]

please king send me ANY sniper headcanons

(idk why im so tired and everything feels so funny rn but i’ll throw you a bone)

actually i’ll edit it here

trans. (pre/no op) he wears a binder on the job but only if he’s in a sufficient sniper nest but even then he’ll take it off bc thats self care baby !! if he knows he’s gonna be running around he’s usually fine w/ his thick ass vest + baggy shirt + undershirt combo :)

he. gay =___= + mostly just. sleeps around but is a romantic at heart but also. not really. he just kinda ? minds his business and like doesnt think too hard about things that require lots of thinking

mama’s boy!!!!!!!!! but tries to emulate his papa (sunglasses B) )

hes not stupid but he prefers simplicity 

POOR HYGIENE he brushes his teeth sometimes and maybe brushes his hair but. he pees in jars + the sink of HQ if there are none available and listen,, that camper dont exactly have running water

he doesnt know how to start conversations at all and actually doesnt. care for talking too much (which is funny bc he hangs out w/ scout a lot,,, but ig scout does all the talking) he jumps in convos if he has a decent/funny enough point but mostly minds his business

he wears a hat for added height + actually all his wardrobe is planned for his utmost social comfort

he flusters easily + hates it, like if you like corner him in a conversation + he cant figure out what to say he just =/////= + he doesnt know how to flirt easily if u flirt w/ him he’ll like stammer out something stupid or just pretend he didnt hear and like. clean his knife or something

he gets super twitchy/fidgety under pressure like above or if you annoy him, he like. flicks his bobblehead or chews on his glasses/fingernails/anything and gets tappy with his hands, he’s pretty good at sitting still most of the time so these are his Tells for irritation/that he’s bothered

he visits home when he can but usually its just screaming matches and he just storms out of the house and does some farm chores bc he still loves them

he’s really bad at like reading/pronunciation (i mean. he can read) he’s bad at spelling

he has a weird relationship w/ ms pauling like they obvs get along but they dont really talk much + she just gets uncomfy in long silences sometimes but they swap recipes and killing tips, he trust her to make calls most of the time and will just listen to her and let the others compromise it out if need be but he’ll interject if he thinks its serious enough(extra info: he just calls her “pauling” unless he’s being really super serious or feels a little snarky)  

he kinda wants a dog but they cant climb into sniper nests and what if it gets hurt

he’s. squirrelier than he lets off and likes to climb on things + also he has good aim with just throwing things

not to veer off canon but he knew he was adopted since he was little

he’s good at falling asleep anywhere in any position + can nod off w/ a sniper in his hand (sometimes thats not the best when youre waiting for a target)

he tries to call his parents at least 3 times a week / every other day if he can manage that

he likes his sunglasses for another reason bc he can snooze a little if theyre having a meeting a nobody can really tell (okay some of them can but listen)

he loves being up high !! no matter the weather he loves it thunderstorms or heavy snow or sunny days its a blast !! and he likes to drive around w/ the windows down and the breeze in his face its :)

listen ik this is canon but the boy is Mentally Ill but brushes it off around people and hates talking about it and gets all clammed up when its brought up by like. anyone strangers or people close to him (see: meet the director/meet the sniper(w/ his dad))

he loves seeing new places but he doesnt care much for like. trudging around the wilderness like?? mucking around in swamps or something like that, he’s there for the view and doesnt need the big exploration + running around that some of the others do

he’s self taught at bow and arrow + picked it up when he was way younger bc he used to think it was cool + sexy now he doesnt really. give it a 2nd thought

he’s actually big emo + has a big heart esp for loved ones but he’s good at hiding if things hurt him outside of his initial response(idk if that makes sense, like if his dad said he hated him he’d like visibly :O at first but after the shock he’d be B/ and maybe just go cry in his camper hfdhsjfk) 

he’s pretty blunt and isnt afraid to just ? point things out to people point blank and he doesnt really get?? why people get pissy

he like. snipes + all but he doesnt really believe in hunting all that much (like outside of the necessities for it, but even then he wouldnt participate)

i think he’s defo the most ?? standoffish out of the group like even spy hangs out w/ scout but he just doesnt feel a need to jump into convos and doesnt consider how much you talk to someone to be equal to the value of how good of friends you are like maybe everyone feels all “oh he doesnt talk much so we arent close” but he doesnt see that he just thinks “we sit in a room together + they talk/we do crazy shit together, ergo we are close” he does genuinely care for their well being most of the time

he’s not very touchy and prefers when people keep a distance + he’s just. awkward

he gets irritated easily in social situations/when talking, he’s easy to talk over, he gets more annoyed w/ what people say over what they do, he hates talking to strangers, he doesnt like when people pester him about his personal life, he generally doesnt give a shit about gossip + all + doesnt nose about in other people’s business like i said he just kinda minds his own and stays in his own lane and defo gets involved in the least amount of drama

he hangs out w/ the others but he spends most of his time on his own if he can, if he does hang out w/ them he’s kinda a wall flower and just watches the rest of them + has his fun that way besides interjecting a little quip here and there (sorry i feel like im repeating myself w/ some of these)

sometimes he gets broody and moody 

he talks about his job w/ really high esteem and he honestly thinks what he does is pretty great and he definitely doesnt think the others are below him but he likes to say what he does isnt mindless merc work its assassination just bc it makes him feel better about himself + its a good argument against his dad

he. hangs out w/ scout and just listens to the kid ramble about whatever + maybe nods or Mhmms along when needed but keeps his mouth shut but maybe gives Big Adult Advise thats maybe not always that great but it sounds smart, sometimes he vents to him bc scouts dumb and wont get it/remember it and his naive/dummy advise sometimes cheers him and actually helps 

i can probably come up w more but this is super long and repetitive F