#hell how everyone gets treated by sam and by the adults and authorities in the show is horrid you can tell how bad the person who made it i

[impostorsshow]

Going insane over yhs grian and time travel I've had a daydream for like a year now about the mcc hosting a special event where each team has a younger version of a previous event winner and the MCC deages and hosts a bunch of teens and young adults for a week to y'know make sure a deaged winner isnt too stressed out. And grian is the only winner on his team and although it would be okay to request to be put on a different team, grian assumes he can bullshit his way through whatever time period and that it'd probably pull from when he was on EVO and it wouldn't be an issue but instead it's yhs like a week after taurtis got hit by a car so he's an absolute mess that has been tortured by Sam and you do not have to be around that man much to be traumatized.

Grian is disqualified as soon as they find out he came from a permadeath world, much less had a panic attack over seeing smajor fall from a high place and they call in someone to replace him but it's too late now they have to babysit grian and like 4 other competitors that were just At the Wrong Time. essentially this would just pull from whatever knowledge I have but i am doing a binge of the series with a friend to reset my memory. Mostly, some key moments of this would go as follows [etophobia warning for the next part, or whatever it is the vomit fear thing EDIT CANNABALISM MENTIONED FUCK HOW DID I FORGET THAT]:

Grian covered his mouth, gagging and exiting the room as quickly as he could, turning down the hallway into a darker room and ducking over the trash bin, retching. He heard a sound to his left, and realized whatever room he had sprinted into had Lizzie and Joel in it [idfk], and god throwing up next to two adults was embarrassing. "Sorry."

"Grian! Are you alright? What happened?" Lizzie grabbed a convenient towel and offered it to the younger man, who took it and gratefully wiped his mouth. "Well, uh. Someone brought beef jerky as a gift for everyone and I couldn't stand the smell."

Lizzie and Joel glanced between each other, before Joel asked. "And what's with beef jerky? Are you really that picky of an eater?"

"uh." Apparently the light teasing was either not picked up or directly ignored by Grian, who just stayed quiet for a moment before covering his mouth with the cloth, only barely removing it to speak. "You wouldn't like beef jerky if... someone used it to ..trick you into eating your girlfriend-" and Grian turned and threw up again, hovering over the bin in the silence he created in the room because god that was a gross thought and stop thinking about it your gonna throw up again- Grian threw up again. He was going to need some water after this.

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"Grian, how experienced are you with death? You seem to come from a pretty sheltered homeworld." Gem was walking with Grian, along with Etho to one of the training maps they wanted to show the younger. Something about jumping and swimming?

Grian smiled grimly, trying his best to ignore the thoughts that came up. "Uh, yeah. Very experienced, I wouldn't call my home sheltered in the slightest, it was incredibly dangerous. At least, high school was."

Gem grinned, patting Grains shoulder and Grain tried his best to suppress the shiver that came at the unexpected contact, much less from someone he barely knew. Grian wished he had his best friend here, but he was

"-die alot here." Grian caught the end of Gems sentence, blinking. "Huh? What about death?"

"oh, sorry, I was just saying you'll probably die alot here. It's really easy to fall off of Ace Races map."

"...uh, how far of a fall is it?"

"oh, it's not to the void, don't worry, theres a kill box down there far before you reach the void, don't worry."

"....okay." Grian didn't like the sound of falling, and with how casual Gem was being it couldn't mean actual death. But as far as he had learned from Japan, people would stab each other for fun, and getting a broken leg from a fall did Not sound fun. He would just have to take his time, even if it meant upsetting Sam the people who were teaching him how to compete. Why would the future version of himself risk dying after everything, anyway?

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And other iconic moments such as "Grain is Incredibly Aggressive at Rabbits and Also Deathly Afraid of Them And No One Knows What to Do About It" and "That One Trauma dump about Taurtis Getting Stabbed, Getting Into A Car Accident, And Essentially Dying That Every YHS Fanfic Has" I don't know why I'm advertising it it's just a daydream I can't write because I wouldn't be able to write a good enough variety of characters for MCC of all things

[spnbabe67]

Til I'm Drunk Loved Up In Your Kiss

Kinktober Day 31: Mask Kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Rough sex (Dean gets smacked like, 2 times), clothed sex

Summary: Dean reaps the reward when Tori gets a little too close to a certain demonic friend who spills some secrets

Word Count: 2221

Authors Note: Title is a lyric from the song You Belong to Me by Cat Pierce and the fic is inspired by this post from @cheynovak

Happy Halloween! Stay creepy, lovelies!

Tag List: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

All Hallows Eve. A holiday enjoyed by kids and adults alike, albeit with different activities. Adult Halloween activities varied wildly from going door to door begging for candy while dressed in costumes in the likeness of Disney characters, superheros or animals. Well, technically they still wore costumes, but they didn’t beg for candy from strangers anymore, they bought it with their own hard earned cash. It wasn’t like kids were trick or treating at the big, decrepit warehouse that sat above the Men of Letters bunker, so there was no need to decorate the outside. Inside was a different story. Tori and Sam had ganged up on him, insisting they throw a Halloween party for them and their other friends from out of state (And from beyond the Earthly plane). He’d been primed to say no, but damn Tori for giving him those eyes of hers that instantly had him caving, reluctantly agreeing to the plan. 

All month the three of them had accumulated enough decorations to put Spirit Halloween to shame. He was half convinced Tori had raided every one in a 10 mile radius with the amount of decor and themed crap she’d brought back with her. The night before, once their friends had started to arrive, Tori and his brother practically never left the kitchen, brewing up delicious smelling desserts and finger foods (literally, Tori had concocted a snack made of mini sausages that looked like gnarled fingers). All of them had carved out pumpkins and decorated the Bunker from floor to ceiling in decor until it could have passed as a haunted house, garnering compliments from friends and family as they started trickling in, all dressed in various costumes. 

Dean had a couple issues with the guest list. Two to be exact. He’d shot Tori a look as Rowena and Crowley poofed into existence, the King of Hell needing no costume outside a pair of tacky devil’s horns on his head, his mother aptly dressed like Jessica Rabbit. His lover had simply shrugged, greeting them with a smile and an offer of candy out of a large plastic cauldron bowl. Dean crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Crowley as the demon walked past him, a smug grin on his face. The flaps of his gauntlets flapped against his chest, reminding Dean of something peculiar. 

While everyone else was dressed up, Tori had yet to reveal her costume, greeting their people in a pair of jeans and a tank top. Sam had gone the funny route, dressing up as Bob Ross, even letting Tori perm his hair into picture perfect curls. Dean had gone with the classic superhero, donning a department store quality Batman suit complete with the gloves, belt and a mask. He knew she had one, he’d seen the extra bag from Spirit and had picked up the packages from the front stoop, ones she’d secretly squirreled away to places unknown to him. Once the mother-son duo from Hell migrated further into the Bunker, Dean walked over to Tori.

“Really?” Dean asked, giving her a look

“What?” She shrugged again. “We’re on good terms, at least for now. Friends close enemies closer right? ‘Sides, I like Rowena. She has fun stories” Tori checked the slim banded watch on her wrist. “Do you mind watching the door while I go change? Everyone came in at once and I haven’t gotten a chance to slip away yet.”

Dean nodded, taking the cauldron-bowl from her.

“Thank you, My love.” Tori shot him a grin and Dean forgot how he could even be irritated with her. She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek below the edge of the mask. “Lookin’ good, Bats.” Tori winked at him as she walked away.

After nobody came through the doors for a good 15 minutes, Dean placed the cauldron on the table Tori had set up. Risking the wrath of his girl for leaving his assigned station, Dean wandered off further into the Bunker. Faces of friends and family greeted him as he moved through the halls, some participating in the games they’d set up, others had cozied up in the Bunker’s home theatre where Tori had figured out how to preprogram a set schedule of Halloween movies to run throughout the night for those who were feeling a little less ‘peopley’ as she’d put it.

Dean followed the sound of raucous laughter into the kitchen where the site of Tori stopped him in his tracks. She always stopped him in his tracks, sending his heart aflutter, but this. Fuck-she’d outdone herself tonight, and Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She had slipped into a black long sleeve dress so tight it might as well have been painted on, the hem stopping mid thigh where a pair of over-the-knee boots continued down her legs. A wide black ribbon was tied around her waist, a make-shift scabbard for the sword that was tucked against her body. A black mask obscured her face above the slightly crooked bridge of her nose, broken in her youth and never set right, and a wide and flat brimmed hat placed atop her freely flowing hair. Tori tipped her head back, laughing at some joke Charlie and Claire made, Dean’s eyes tracking the exposed column of her throat as she did.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her, dressed to the nines, a physical embodiment of one of his oldest fantasies. A fantasy he’d only mentioned to one person they both had regular contact with him. Dean found Crowley’s eyes already on him, smirking behind the rim of a tumbler filled with dark liquid. Oh it is so on, asshole. Dean walked up to Tori, wrapping his arm around her waist, making her look up at him, pressing her darkly painted lips together trying to suppress a knowing smirk. 

“Hey, Babe.” She said, her greeting laced with cheeky pride, and Dean knew damn well she could see past the mask obscuring his features. “What do you think of my costume? Pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah! Tori was just telling us how Crowley gave her the sword.” Charlie chirped from where she sat at the table, dressed in one of her LARPing costumes. “I was just trying to convince her to lend it to me for Moondor.”

“I love it.” Dean stammered out, so many emotions and feelings coursing through his body he swore he was vibrating. “Can I-can I talk to you real quick? There’s an issue with the theatre.”

Tori quickly wrapped up her conversation with Charlie and Claire before following Dean out of the kitchen. She knew damn well there was nothing wrong with the theatre, she saw the way he reacted when he saw her in her costume; the cheap mask did absolutely nothing to disguise the blush painting his cheeks as he stammered out his excuse to get her out of the kitchen. But she wanted to see how long he’d keep this up.

“So, what’s wrong?” She asked, adjusting the sword that Crowley had given her specifically for this purpose. Sure, the King of Hell could be a backstabbing asshole sometimes, but he was good for some things too. “Is the film reel fucked again. I can go back and fix it.”

Dean didn’t respond, simply, opening the door to their bedroom and shoving her into the room, slamming it behind her. 

“You’ve been talking to Crowley.” Dean accused, and Tori watched him scan her body for the third time in the last five minutes. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She played dumb, and it took everything in her not to burst out laughing. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Dean grunted, dropping down onto the bed

“Okay okay, calm down.” Tori giggled, unable to keep the charade up any longer, walking up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes," Crowley told me. I think he was trying to make fun of you but little does he know how much we like to experiment.”

Dean examined her costume, running his finger under the ribbon tied around her waist. “It’s a good costume. I mean, you’re always hot as hell, but fuck Tor.” 

Tori huffed a laugh, plucking the mask from Dean’s head, tossing it off onto the desk. “Yeah? I’m glad you like it, Babe.”

“I do.” Dean slid his hand up her side. “I really do.”

Tori leaned down in the same moment Dean stretched up, their mouths meeting in the middle, noses bumping. Both of them laughed at the blunder before reattaching their lips, more coordinated this time. Tori tucked her hair behind her ears, snatching the sword from her waist and tossing it on the bed. Dean’s hands roamed up and down her sides and back, coming down to cup her ass, guiding her down to straddle his lap. Her hands carded through his hair as she settled on his lap, feeling his hardness poke against the inside of her thigh, the pants of his costume doing nothing to hinder his erection. 

Dean’s hands on her hips guided her as Tori rolled forward on his lap. He squeezed her hips in time with her movements, moaning into her mouth. That was one thing of many she loved about him. He was so damn vocal and every time, without a doubt, it got her going almost more reliably than his wandering hands. Tori trailed kisses down his jaw, her teeth grazing the skin as she made it to his neck, pulling a low sound from it as she found that one spot below his ear, sucking a dark mark on it. 

Her hand glided down his chest, bumping along the soft contours of his muscles through the skin tight shirt, gripping the yellow plastic buckle engraved with the Bat Signal insignia. Dean’s hand fumbled with her’s as they worked the finicky buckle undone, pushing it to the sides, hanging by the belt loops. He hissed a breath as Tori’s hand slid under his pants, under his boxers, to wrap around his length. Dean shifted enough to push his bottoms far enough down his thighs to free his cock and sit further back on the bed. Tori shoved him back on the bed, matching the grin he sported as she readjusted her position above him. Her dress had already hiked up far enough on her thighs for Dean to catch a glimpse of the black lace panties covering her core, matching the overall vibe of the outfit. 

He watched with bated breath as she slid a hand between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side, positioning herself over him before sinking down. Both their heads tipped back as the fat head of his cock pressed against her entrance as she sunk down, his length splitting her open. Tori steadied herself with her hands on his chest as she adjusted to him seated fully inside her, her walls fluttering around him. Once the initial sting had given way to the pleasurable full feeling, Tori began to move. She bounced up and down on his cock, thighs lifting her almost all the way off him before dropping back down. Tori set a quick pace, roughly fucking herself on his cock. 

She looked down at Dean, his hands having found their way to her breasts, kneading them through her dress. She bit her lip, as the curve of him brushed against that tender spot inside her inner walls. 

“Do you, uh,” Tori stuttered. “Do you want me to, um-”

“Yes.” Dean finished, the single syllable a raw plea. 

Tori nodded, leaning down to kiss him sloppily, the exchange dripping with passion before she pulled back. Before she had a chance to to think too much about it, Tori pulled her hand back before letting it crack across his face. The ragged moan the action pulled from Dean had her nearly cumming on the spot. Tori snapped her hips down hard on him, his grip on her hips helping her maintain her pace. She let herself just feel the moment, feel the heat and the tension crackling between them, slapping him once more

That was enough for Dean to let out a strangled moan, his cum spurting inside her as Tori chased her own high. It came when Dean slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit until she shuddered and clamped down on him, throbbing around his cock. 

“Was that okay?” Tori asked, lifting herself off of him, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to clean herself up. 

“Fuck, Tor, that was so much more than okay.” Dean reassured her, helping her off his body before pulling his pants back up, resecuring his belt. “That was fucking hot as hell. Mostly because it was you doing it.”

She grinned up at him as she readjusted her panties, pulling her dress back down her legs, looking more civil than she had seconds ago. Tori grabbed her makeup wipes from her desk, beckoning Dean over as she cleaned up the traces of her lipstick staining his face and neck before removing the stains from her own face. She met his gaze in the mirror as she reapplied her lipstick. 

“Everything you ever hoped and dreamed?” Tori laughed.

“Even better.” Dean agreed, kissing her shoulder.

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

SPICY HOT HOT GHOST PEPPERS CAROLINA REAPERS HELP I'M BURNING

I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby. 

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants. 

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones. 

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that. 

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that. 

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations. 

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Trio is Back - AUgust Day 7

Title: The Trio is Back

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Bucky/Nat/Tony, Bucky/Tony

Square Filled:  N2: Didn’t Know They Were Dating Link: Read on AO3

Summary:  Natasha, Bucky, and Tony have been friends since childhood. Everyone speculates that Natasha will have to choose between the two of them. Little do they know she might just choose both.

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Tony, Bucky, and Natasha have been friends since toddlers. The Starks, the Barneses, and Natasha’s adoptive parents were a close-knit bunch who played bridge on Thursday nights, usually at the Stark mansion.

 As children, the three would run through the house playing superheroes, Super Mario characters, jedi, etc. The Stark butler, Jarvis, always made sure nothing valuable was broken. They would often rope him into their play. As they got older, they calmed down somewhat. Natasha taught Tony to braid so he could braid her and Bucky’s hair.  Both would push him to get more intricate braids. Bucky would recommend books for the others to read, and they had a book club group chat where they would discuss plots and theories. Tony lets them in his lab and teaches them about science.

 When the three turned ten, the adults would joke that Natasha might have a hard time choosing between the two handsome boys. Natasha’s fathers said she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Natasha never paid them any mind because Tony and Bucky were her friends. Why did she need to choose?

The three were inseparable until middle school. They never had a falling out, per se. They just stopped hanging out. Maybe they were tired of everyone trying to figure out who liked who, or maybe they just wanted more friends. No one actually knows. Tony became close with his lab partner James Rhodes, who he dubbed Rhodey. He also roped Virginia Potts into his trio as well. She became known as Pepper almost overnight. Natasha basically adopted the “school nerd” Bruce Banner and Carol Danvers, the girl most of the guys hated because she was “too feminist.” Carol, an avid lesbian even at a young age, didn’t care. Boys were a waste of time to her. Bucky was fast friends with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Sharon Carter.  Every once in a while, all ten of them would hang out, but it seemed like the legendary trio was over.

 As they reach puberty, the comments about them increase. Instead of being smelly boys, Tony and Bucky both grow into handsome young men. Both realize as they grow older that they were kind of into boys and girls. Sure, Natasha is beautiful, Bucky thinks, but so is Sam. He doesn’t know how Tony feels about Nat, and since one of them was “destined” to get her, he decides he will step back and let Tony ask her out. He takes Sam on a date, and they are steady for a couple of months. They split on good terms at the end.

 Tony has the same line of thought, and he dates Tiberius Stone for a while. Both Bucky and Natasha hate him, but Tony doesn’t know why. Ty is cultured and handsome, a real catch. So, what if he verbally abuses him and guilt-trips him? That’s the way his father always treats him. Isn’t it normal?

 Natasha doesn’t date. She doesn’t care to. If people want to speculate, she doesn’t care. She’s only sixteen, why does it matter if she doesn’t have a partner? Her fathers tell her to take her time, and if she never wants to date, that’s her say.

 When they graduate, Tony goes to MIT. Natasha gets in at Stanford, and Bucky’s parents can only afford for him to go to NYU. Tony offers to pay for a better college, but Bucky won’t let him. They keep in contact and see each other every break. Tony finally breaks up with Ty in his freshman year, but he becomes a party animal. Rhodey does his best to keep Tony out of trouble, but even he fails sometimes. When he graduates summa cum laude, he takes his place at Stark Industries. Natasha studies to become a lawyer, and she passes the bar easily. Bucky graduates NYU and saves up enough to buy his own auto repair shop. All are successful and don’t have much time to spend with each other or anyone else, to be fair.

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Jan, Tony’s stylist, sets him up on a blind date with a Jimmy because he “works too much.” He shows up at the restaurant she picks out to only find Bucky sitting at the table to which the maître d leads him. “Bucky?”

 “Tony? What are you doing here?” Bucky stands.

 “I’m as confused as you are.” Tony sits at the table. “Jan told me I’d be meeting a Jimmy. Who the hell calls you Jimmy?”

 “Well, she called you Anthony. I can’t believe you let anyone call you Anthony.”

 Tony shoots him a glare. “I don’t. Not sure why she told you that you’d be meeting an Anthony… unless she did this on purpose.”

 “What? The parents figure that if Nat doesn’t want to date either of us, they might as well put us together?” Bucky’s eyes snap.

 “I don’t know.” Tony shrugs. “But it all seems very suspicious, you know? What do you propose we do about it?”

 “I think we should eat dinner and go have fun. We both go home to our own houses afterwards and never try to date again, just to screw ‘em.” Bucky smiles sharply.

 “I like that. Deal.”

 Tony wakes up in Bucky’s bed the next day. “Well, I guess that plan didn’t work out.”

 “Yea… I’m torn up between kicking you out now just to fuck our parents or actually fucking you again,” Bucky comments. “Damn, Tones, you’re amazing.”

 Tony colors. “Yea, I had a lot of experience in college. People still like to say they spent the night with me even though I haven’t slept with someone else for months now. I’ve just been busy.”

 “Same. Who has time to date anymore?” Bucky shakes his head. “It’s a shame because I would love to have nights like last night more often.” He straightens completely and raises a finger. “I have an idea, and you may not like it, but here me out. What if we were each other’s booty calls? Just whenever we need a quick smash, we text the other?”

 “James Buchanan Barnes, you are a fucking genius. I would kiss you right now, except my PA’s probably calling my dead phone, wondering where the hell I am. Can we rain check the next session?” Tony hops out of bed, pulling on his pants. Once quickly dressed, he heads to the door to leave and blows Bucky a kiss on his way out.

 Using his watch to ping his driver, Tony heads home to get changed before going to work an hour late. Howard doesn’t berate him as much for being late for work, so Tony wonders if he knew something about his date with Bucky. The thought leaves his mind as he gets started on his day. He doesn’t have time to think about dates or meddling parents.

 As the months go by, both Tony and Bucky text in claims to their booty call agreement. Tony is happy to do so, but he finds himself catching feelings for Bucky. He wonders if it’s because Bucky is the only one that he’s in close contact with, which he mentions to Rhodey when they get lunch on Rhodey’s first day on leave.

 “I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be fucking the only person you have a steady friendship with.” Rhodey steals one of Tony’s fries.

 Tony pouts. “Don’t be like that honeybear. You and Pepper are my friends, too.”

 “Yea, but I’m in the Air Force more than 80% of the time, and Pepper works for you. It’s different.”

 “You’re just jealous that you’re not getting any.” Tony decides.

 Rhodey just smiles. “Says who?”  Tony begins to assault Rhodey for details, the topic of Bucky forgotten.

++++++

“Hey, Natasha’s moving back to New York, apparently.” Bucky informs Tony one morning. “My mom just texted me.”

 Tony groans. “If this becomes another ‘Why don’t you date her?’ thing, I swear I’m going to move to Tahiti and not accept any long-distance calls. You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.”

 “I think we should take her out to dinner one night when she gets settled, just to catch up.” Bucky muses. “Then our parents can’t be mad because we didn’t try.”

 “Yea, I wonder how she’s been. We haven’t talked in so long.” Tony agrees. “I wonder if she got a partnership here or something. I hope so. That’d be good for her.”

 “Nick and Phil will be glad to have her back. If only my parents were as supportive as they are. You should have seen my dad when I told them I was opening my own auto shop.” Bucky smiles that unhappy smile.

 Tony laughs mirthlessly. “I’d be happy if my parents talked to me at all. But being that Howard’s always cranky anymore, I guess it’s best that he doesn’t.”

 ++++++ Natasha moves back less than a month later with a short, sandy haired man in tow. They move into an apartment on the Upper East side. Once she’s settled, she agrees to meet Bucky and Tony for dinner. About ten minutes in, she asks them, “How long have you two been together?”

 “Did someone tell you that we’re together?” Tony demands. “Because they’re wrong. We’re simply booty calls to each other.”

 She shakes her head. “No, you’re not. You might like to think that, but you’re in love with each other. No one told me; I can see it from here.”

 The two men shift in their seats, not daring to look at the other. “So how have you been?” Bucky asks her.

 “Busy. Jenn and I are setting up our own partnership. We’ve gotten a lot of cases lined up, and we need a secretary.  There’re two lawyers working pro bono mostly down in Hell’s Kitchen. We might add them to our firm and pick up their secretary as well. I saw them in court for the Punisher trials, and she seems to have her stuff in order.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Sorry for not keeping up with you guys. I barely even talk to Bruce and Carol.”

 “Mom told me you brought a man home with you,” Bucky says. “She didn’t seem too happy about it. Are you two dating?”

 “Clint? No, he’s just a friend. I’m too busy to date, honestly. I’ve tried a couple times in LA, but it turns out I’m very selective of those with which I choose to hang out. Most men are idiots, and I’m tragically straight. You see my problem, right?”

 “We don’t feel your pain, but we understand,” Tony says. “Well, what we should do is make sure the three of us hang out at least once a month. If we want to bring our other friends, I don’t care, but I’ve sorely missed you, Nat. And Bucky, maybe we should spend more time together with our clothing on.”

 “You say that now, but what about tonight when…” Bucky begins but stops when Natasha gives him her death glare. “Okay, that is still as frightening as ever. Is that how you win all your cases?”

 “No. I’m skilled enough that I don’t need to use that.” Nat flips her hair. “But I’m glad it works on you.”

 Tony stick out his tongue at Bucky. “She’d never kill me. Who would give her those amazing scalp massages?”

 “Now that you’ve brought it up, I demand one once we leave the restaurant.”

 Natasha goes home that night realizing that she missed out on a lot of Tony and Bucky’s lives. If she were being honest, and she is, she kind of relied on their parents’ hope that she would one day marry one of the two. She always acted the way she did because she was equally attracted to both of them, and she would never be able to choose. So, she moved away and let them get on with their lives. She never thought once that they would choose each other and leave her out. She tells this to Clint when she gets home.

 “Talk to them. Maybe they’ll share.” Clint suggests before he falls asleep on the couch.

 She rolls her eyes. “You have a room for a reason.” Natasha knows he’ll still be there when she gets up to go to work the next morning.

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The trio meets up at least twice a month. Per Natasha’s goading, Bucky and Tony start to actually date. She’s happy for them but seeing them sometimes is bittersweet. She just wants to go back to the times where they didn’t have to worry about feelings. All feelings have done for her were made her sad.

 One night, they’re eating takeout in Tony’s kitchen when he says, “You can kill me if we’re wrong, but I want to proposition something with you.”

 Natasha raises an eyebrow. This ought to be interesting. Tony proceeds. “So, Bucky and I are very happy in our relationship, but it could use one more thing… you.”

 “Me?”

 “Yea. We both really like you, and we kind of got the feeling that you like us, too. Are we wrong?” Bucky bites his lip worriedly.

 “No, you’re not wrong. I really like both of you. I have since we were kids. I just never wanted to choose between the two of you. When you got together, I was happy for you. I never thought that you’d both want me as well.”

 “Why wouldn’t we want you?” Tony asks. “We love you so much. Obviously, we’ll have to talk about how this is going to work. I hear communication is key to any good relationship. I should know.”

“Also, if we all date, that’s one way to make sure our parents don’t get exactly what they want. Instead of you choosing one of us, you chose both.”

 Natasha grins. This is a fine arrangement indeed. “I would invite you back to my place, but Clint’s there. Would one of yours work?”

 “It’d have to be Tony’s. I just moved in two weeks ago.” Bucky jabs his thumb at his boyfriend.

 ++++++

Natasha’s parents are overjoyed when they hear the news, Bucky’s parents don’t say anything, but Bucky knows they are a little wary of his relationship. Tony’s parents, on the other hand, are very vocal. Howard has a yelling fit, screaming at Tony until he loses his voice. Maria asks him why he vexes his father like that.

 When Bucky and Nat try to comfort him, he shrugs them off, saying, “That’s the first real conversation I’ve had with either of my parents since I was a kid. Don’t worry; I always knew Howard would have a problem with it.”

 “It still sucks,” Bucky tells him. “No matter what, you’ve got us.”

 Tony knows he’s happy when both his partners cuddle around him in the middle of their California King bed. Throughout all odds, the trio is back together.

[houseofzoey]

Plot

The central conflict of this book relates to Zoey’s mother’s death and the mystery of Aurox. It’s stated multiple times that a powerful sacrifice would be needed to create a creature like him, and Linda was murdered not long before he first showed up at school. Therefore, Zoey and co. are pretty sure Neferet is behind Linda’s murder, but they need to find a way to prove it.

However, as is often the case with this series, very little time is actually spent working toward this goal, or even really discussing it. I mean, absolutely nothing is done about Aurox until the very end, and Zoey has a very easy way to figure out what he is. Her seer stone heats up every time she sees him, so, logically, she just needs to look through it to see what kind of old magick was used in creating him. But that would hugely advance a major plot point faster than the author wants, so of course it doesn’t happen.

Instead, we have a weird half-conflict with Zoey and Stark because Kalona invading Stark’s dreams is making him sleep deprived and grumpy, but this is ended unceremoniously and nothing actually comes of it. We have Stevie Rae and Rephaim regularly arguing about a) him longing to reconnect with his father, and b) her wanting him to stay with her when he turns into a bird. Again, nothing really comes of this. We have the Twins’ falling out, which comes out of nowhere, is way-overemphasized considering how little presence they’ve had in the last several books, and – oh yeah – accomplishes nothing.

There are other, scattered little conflicts, too, like Lenobia and Travis’ romance subplot that takes up far too much room in this book considering how little reason I have to care about it, or the rogue red fledglings showing up at school, or Rephaim and Dallas butting heads over Stevie Rae, etc.

Rather than all these different conflicts making the book feel complicated, or creating the impression that the characters are overwhelmed, all this does is distract from the one conflict that actually matters. Because nothing really comes out of these other conflicts, they essentially amount to padding and filler. It’s only there because the author wanted the book to be longer than 50 pages.

Day One: Chapter 2 – Chapter 12 (Thursday) I’m starting at chapter two because the prologue and chapter one were technically the day before, but aren’t super important to the timeline of the book, particularly as it pertains to the ritual at the end. Basically, in those chapters, we learn that Kalona is still influencing Stark through his dreams but Zoey doesn’t actually do anything about it, and we learn a little bit about what Aurox is and is capable of.

We start with ableism and too much dialogue before Zoey and co. load onto the minibus to head to school, there’s some conversation about grief between her and Damien, and then we start the school day. Zoey, Stevie Rae, Kramisha, Erik, Dragon, Lenobia, and Neferet have a Skype meeting with Duantia. This goes on far too long and basically confirms that, yes, they can treat the tunnels as a separate dorm from the Tulsa House of Night, but Neferet is still their High Priestess – except no, she’s not, at least not for red fledglings, because Stevie Rae is their High Priestess despite not actually running a school or having any valid reason to hold that level of power.

Scattered throughout is a chapter with Kalona and a chapter with Rephaim. Kalona is upset about Rephaim turning from him and orders some of the other Raven Mockers to go ask Rephaim to spy for him. Rephaim, meanwhile, is dealing with bullying and jealousy from Dallas. Damien is showing him around to classes, and they quickly decide that he should sit out his fourth hour fencing class because Dragon would not be happy to see him. While Rephaim is hanging out in a courtyard, his brothers show up.

Now, this is where the timeline gets screwy, because Zoey and Stevie Rae leave the Council Meeting at the beginning of second hour, but somehow they hear the fight that breaks out when Dragon sees Rephaim talking with Raven Mockers. There’s a confrontation, Neferet shows up with Aurox, who transforms and kills one of the Raven Mockers, and Stevie Rae uses her affinity to protect Rephaim without ever actually manipulating the earth because Wasted Potential is this series’ true name. They all argue ineffectually for a while about why Rephaim was speaking with Raven Mockers and what the hell Aurox is, including Zoey feeling her seer stone heat up but failing to even try to look through it.

We then get a single, tedious chapter from Erik’s perspective. He’s a Tracker. He Tracks and Marks Shaylin. She’s blind, but then she’s not because vampyrism. Also, she’s Marked red and that’s concerning. She confuses Erik by talking about auras. The end.

Back with Zoey in the stables, Lenobia reassures her that it’s totally fine to not look at Aurox through the seer stone because that makes her uncomfortable. Also, Stark being briefly possessed is definitely not worth worrying about. Then we meet Travis, the new human stablehand that Neferet has hired for Lenobia. There is much tittering about how hot he is, though the author very confusingly insists on comparing him to Sam Elliott. There is tension between him and Lenobia, but she decides to be courteous to him to thwart Neferet’s dastardly plan of creating mild confusion and irritation – sorry, I mean “chaos”.

Damien shows up to tell Zoey that her Grandma is there and looks like she’s been crying. We get confirmation that Zoey’s mom has been murdered. For some reason, the police assume it was drug addicts looking for quick money, despite the body being entirely drained of blood. After completely mistranslating a bunch of Cherokee words, they agree to perform a cleansing ritual at Grandma’s farm once she has completed her own seven days of mourning.

There’s a scene with Aurox and Zoey. He randomly has Kleenex because he is Heath and ~*symbolism*~. Zoey’s emotions stay with him, which is weird.

Zoey meets Shaylin, who reveals she can see auras in the most confusing way possible. Damien concludes this is probably True Sight, and almost immediately after their introduction, Neferet shows up. Shaylin pretends to faint. There’s some arguing, but because Shaylin is Marked red, she goes to the tunnels with Zoey and co. instead of staying at the school under Neferet’s sway. After Neferet leaves, Shaylin basically says her aura looks like pure evil.

(This is also about where we derail into an infuriating and unnecessary rant about the author’s – sorry, Aphrodite’s – right to say ableist slurs.)

We cut to Kalona. He learns that Rephaim is human now and Aurox killed one of his sons. He decides to seek out Rephaim in the interest of working against Neferet, their common enemy.

We cut to Rephaim. He and Stevie Rae argue because she wants him to stay with her when he turns into a bird, but he says being a raven makes him a dangerous beast. Sure. Right. Also, Stevie Rae tries to convince him to stop holding out hope for his father because he’s a bad parent.

Zoey and co. talk about True Sight. And then they argue about if they can still trust Rephaim after seeing him talking with Raven Mockers. Nothing comes of any of this. They all go to bed.

We have a pointless chapter with Lenobia and Travis.

We then cut to Aurox. He and Neferet go into the basement of Will Rogers High School in a needlessly complicated and drawn out scene. They find the rogue red fledglings and convince them to come back to the House of Night, largely because they’ll all die if they aren’t around adult vampyres – never mind that Dallas is an adult and there aren’t that many of them.

Day Two: Chapter 13 - Chapter 16 (Friday) Stark has a dream about Zoey dying. The narration makes it seem like it’s not from Nyx, but nothing comes of it, so… I have no clue what it was supposed to accomplish.

They arrive at the school. The bus full of rogue red fledglings is already there. Requisite but pointless drama. Then, as everyone is heading into the school, Rephaim pulls Zoey aside and tells her he can feel Kalona calling to him. They go meet with Kalona, talk for far too long to basically conclude that he wants a truce so he can help them defeat Neferet.

Zoey skips class because she’s stressed, then spends several pages recapping events to herself. She has another conversation with Aurox, which is interrupted by Stark. She tries to talk to Stark about Aurox, but then they’re interrupted by Thanatos, who tells them that she has a new class for special students that will take over her first hour slot, effectively saving Zoey from ever attending class with Neferet as her professor. Can’t have Zoey dealing with discomfort!

They eat lunch and talk about daddy issues. This is where we learn that, suddenly, Shaunee also has a tumultuous relationship with her father. We thus start the Twins’ conflict.

There’s a short and pointless scene with Lenobia in the stables.

Back at the tunnels, Kramisha reveals her new poem. They speculate about what it means for a while but ultimately come to no useful conclusions. They once again argue about if Rephaim can be trusted, which – again – leads to no meaningful changes or developments. Aphrodite makes a rude comment when Rephaim leaves to go turn into a bird, and Stevie Rae runs out of the room crying. Zoey goes to comfort her. Then Zoey goes to be and uses spirit to calm Stark’s dreams.

Kalona is watching Stark’s dream, which is cringey and pointless, but seems to be the last time Kalona ever uses this connection to Stark in this way.

Day Three: Chapter 17 (Saturday) Shaunee refuses to go shopping with Kramisha, Aphrodite, and Erin on the excuse that she is sick, which causes tension between her and Erin. Shaunee reflects on feeling neglected and abandoned by her father. Kalona shows up and they talk. Shaunee is sympathetic to his efforts to reconnect with Rephaim, so she gives him her cell phone.

We then cut to Shaunee telling the group about this. Tensions boil over between her and Erin. They officially have a falling out.

Day Four: Chapter 18 (Sunday) While Zoey and Aphrodite are sitting outside the depot chatting about recent events, Thanatos shows up. She waxes poetic about train stations for a needlessly long time. Then she announces that she’s buying the depot in their name (even though Duantia had already declared the High Council was going to do this), and then explains that she wants to uncover the truth about Neferet, which is further cemented when Zoey says she believes Neferet has taken the white bull as her Consort.

We have a scene where Aurox attempts to rape Becca and is only stopped by Dragon showing up. Dragon tells Becca to stop freaking out and walk away gracefully if she’s not interested. Aurox and Dragon talk, and Aurox says Zoey isn’t mean like Becca.

Day Five: Chapter 19 – Chapter 24 (Monday) Zoey and co. attend their first class with Thanatos. Nothing really happens except that Thanatos threatens bodily harm against Dallas, not because he’s a bigot, but because he’s a bigot in her classroom. Everyone writes down questions they would like to have answered and Zoey shows complete and utter disregard for her friends’ privacy by trying to peek at them.

After class, Dallas and Rephaim have a confrontation in the hallway. Or possibly the courtyard. The scene can’t make up its mind. Dragon breaks up the fight, but still doesn’t like Rephaim, so there’s a bunch of yelling and arguing about that. The chapter ends with Thanatos, Zoey, and Stark talking about their fear that Dragon might turn over to Darkness.

We have a chapter with Lenobia. She and Travis are still flirting and I still don’t care. They kiss, then she rejects him and runs away to cry in her room. I still don’t care.

Over with Neferet, she narrates about all the “chaos” she is causing and is very smug about it. Then she sees Zoey and Shaunee talking outside. She tries to call on Darkness to break a tree branch and kill Zoey, but Darkness – which killed Jack and Shekinah without additional sacrifice – refuses to kill Zoey because she’s a High Priestess and demands a powerful sacrifice. So Neferet asks Darkness to break the tree and bruise Zoey. Aurox rushing in to save her is written off as the white bull interceding for Reasons.

We get the same incident from Zoey’s perspective. Aurox gives off the same heat as the seer stone because… sure?

Zoey skips class again and runs into Thanatos, who asks her if she will talk about her mother’s death in front of an entire class of her peers. Thanatos also asks for Grandma’s phone number so she can talk to her about Linda’s death. Oh, and apparently Thanatos can see Darkness and Light, but has kept this a complete secret because apparently it won’t accomplish anything because the High Council is uselss. Also, Zoey is now being compared to Frodo.

On the bus home, everyone discusses whether or not the wind felt unnatural that day, and then Aphrodite has a vision. Too much time is spent discussing ordering pizza as a distraction. Finally, we get to Aphrodite in her room after the vision, which is followed by her rehashing the vision in a completely disjointed, poorly prioritized, and way too dragged out fashion. The conclusion is that Rephaim cannot attend the cleansing ritual at Grandma’s farm or he’ll die. Naturally, Stevie Rae and Rephaim show up to say that no, actually, Rephaim will still be attending that ritual, because logic and survival is for chumps.

Neferet and the bull spy on Kalona and conclude that his attachment to Rephaim is a big weakness.

Stevie Rae and Rephaim discuss the same BS about Kalona again, but also argue about him attending the ritual. They conclude that he is, in fact, still going to the ritual, and also Stevie Rae says she will stop pestering him about how his dad is evil and he should stop trying to repair their relationship.

We get the scene Neferet witnessed, but from Kalona’s perspective. He realizes Neferet is watching him. Concerned for Rephaim, he flies to the depot, where he sees Rephaim transform into a bird and gets mad at Nyx for still punishing Rephaim despite supposedly forgiving him.

Day Six: Chapter 25 - Chapter 29 (Tuesday) Zoey talks to the special class about her mom’s death, which includes digressions into Islamophobia and gay stereotypes. Then Thanatos announces – in front of the entire class, including Aurox – that Zoey and co. will be helping her perform a ritual to reveal who killed Zoey’s mother at her Grandma’s farm and that they leave right after class. Naturally, Aurox goes and tells Neferet, who tells him to follow them and interfere so that the ritual can’t be completed (but not to kill a High Priestess, because we can’t have actual threats or tension for the main character). Dragon also finds out what they’re doing because he sees everyone heading in the same direction despite having different classes, and also because Thanatos cannot understand the concept of “don’t tell Dragon because he might be the one who murders Rephaim.”

We spend a very long time on exposition and set up for the ritual, including heavy emphasis on how important it is that it be performed on the fifth night – which is unfortunate, since this is canonically the sixth night in the timeline. There’s also some serious research failure regarding Grandma’s dress, and for some reason Grandma is representing spirit in this ritual despite not having an affinity for it. Everything in the ritual is going fine until – shock horror – Aurox shows up! Because Thanatos announced their plans in front of him. Darkness has forced him to take on his bull form, he charges Rephaim, but Dragon shows up and defends Rephaim, completely countering literally everything that was built up about his motivations and regrets thus far.

They complete the ritual, witness Linda’s death, but can’t close the circle because Thanatos left out one very small detail: The ritual needs a death sacrifice to be ended. ‘Cause, you know, that’s not an incredibly sinister or disturbing thing to avoid telling a bunch of kids until the last minute.

But this story is built on convenience and contrivance, so Dragon is killed by Aurox, ending the ritual while allowing our main characters to survive and keep a clean conscience. Zoey finally looks at Aurox through the seer stone, realizes he’s Heath, and uses earth (sorry, a “green glow”) to prevent Darius and Stark from killing him. Aurox runs off. Everyone sees Dragon’s spirit reunite with Anastasia. Yay, happiness.

But Rephaim is badly injured. Kalona, who Stevie Rae had called on her cell phone during the climax, has shown up and is distraught that Rephaim is dying. So he cries and tells Rephaim he loves him, asking Nyx to spare him. One or all of these things – it’s not clear – heal Rephaim.

Thanatos declares she is the new High Priestess of Tulsa, ‘cause I guess she can do that and doesn’t, like, have responsibilities she needs to get back to in Italy. For unknown reasons, Kalona swears a Warrior’s Oath to her and says he will be the school’s new Sword Master.

[theladylovingcrow]

New Places, Friendly Faces Part 3 (Sanny)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: Yep! I've officially adopted an every Monday post schedule for this, so that's cool! Just an fyi about the ending of this chapter, I'm so sorry to disappoint of you're hoping for a magical portal but that's not it (that wpuld have been cool but this is a mundane story)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

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"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."

Danny fished into his pocket one handed, finding his wallet. He tried to open it and get a ten out while still holding on to Sam, but it was pretty difficult so he was forced to let go in order to pay. He thought it was a little overly dramatic of his heart, but it literally stopped beating out of disappointment for a second. God. He was already completely whipped.

Sam stood up and grabbed the keys, going back to his other table to put on his coat while Danny got his change back from Ronnie. She, now sitting at the table with her other brothers, waved them goodbye as they exited the cozy diner, stepping out into the frigid snow.

Sam immediately grabbed Danny's hand back, putting both of them in his pocket as he started to walk around the back of the building to the employee's section of the parking lot.

Sam suddenly stopped, turning to look at Danny. "Shit, wait, how did you come here? Do you have a car?"

"Uhh, my mom dropped me off."

Sam nodded and kept walking. Danny, for some reason, didn't want to leave it at that - Sam didn't seem overly judgemental, but he wanted to show that he wasn't a completely helpless dork.

"Usually I get her car on the weekends," he continued, "but she had some thing to attend over in North Star and she couldn't get a ride. She brought me here and gave me money for the bus to take home."

"Hey, well, now you don't have to take the bus!"

Sam grinned at him, unlocking the door to his sister's car and opening it for Danny. He smiled to himself and ducked his head, getting in. Fuck whatever societal expectations - not like they really applied to gay couples anyways - he loved to be treated sweetly, too.

Starting the ignition and carefully backing out of the parking space, Sam laughed, loud and happy. Danny looked at him curiously.

"Oh my god, I just picked up a total hottie and we're going on a rendezvous in my sister's car! This is crazy!"

Danny laughed, too, amazed at the situation. Like, holy shit, he was in this guy's (sister's) car that he had met less than an hour ago and they were on their way to who knew where. And he didn't even care! Never in his life had Danny been less concerned about the future; his music, his golfing, school, the world at large, none of it mattered when Sam was sitting next to him, singing along to Jimi Hendrix and looking absolutely stunning in the passing lamplight.

They drove for a time, speeding past cozy houses and dense acres of trees that outlined the starlit sky. Sam didn't seem to have a destination in mind any time soon, and Danny didn't really care if the car never stopped driving. The radio started to fuzz out as the got further into the woods, and nothing but an old talk show was coming in, so Sam had Danny put in his Clapton CD he'd left in Ronnie's car.

"I was looking for that! Figured I'd left it in here, but I don't get the car as often now that she's working more."

Danny nodded, enjoying hearing these little bits about Sam's siblings. It always interested him - learning small facts about people and getting glimpses into their lives, even more so when he was very interested in that person themselves, too.

"So, Ronnie is older than you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah she's a year older than me, she just started taking some classes at the adult school in Saginaw. She's been working at Gerald's for awhile, but she gets adult hours, now, which is good because we like to stay out late and go see her," Sam laughed.

"Oh, that's cool. What about your brothers, the twins? Are they your only other siblings?"

"Yes, fortunately. I don't know how Mom and Dad handled us, we're all within three years of each other. What about you, are you an only child?"

Danny had been right, they were all close in age. Four kids, two of them twins! He still couldn't wrap his head around how that could possibly work out for the parents, but they all seemed to be nice people and clearly got along well. It was pretty nice, actually, having a (potential) boyfriend with a good relationship with his family - Danny knew that it might of been a slightly unfair dating requirement, but he wanted someone who loved their family as much as he did.

"I have a younger sister, she's a freshman at Frankenmuth High. I'm a senior, by the way."

"Wait, what? Me too! I wonder why I've never seen you if we go to the same school. How have I never noticed you before?" Sam exclaimed, making a sharp turn and pulling off of the paved road onto a dirt track.

Danny contemplated that, too. How one Earth had he never seen Sam if they went to the same fucking school? Sam was, like, *magnetic* or something, it didn't make any sense.

Sam interrupted him, not meaning to, as he was about to speak. "Alright, we're here. Sorry, continue," he grinned at Danny, looking sheepish at cutting him off. Danny smiled in return, telling him it was alright.

They got out of the car, shutting the doors gently so as not to disturb the peaceful nighttime forest, and also not to dent Ronnie's car.

Danny resumed what he was saying as Sam led him around to the trunk and started rooting around. "About not seeing me at school, well, you didn't have a reason to until now. I mean, it's not like a lot of people know me, I don't have many friends and I kinda tend to stay to the side."

"I can't imagine how you don't have tons of people hanging off of you," Sam said, looking up at Danny with his foxy eyes glinting in the moonlight. (That was cheesy, Danny knew - but his eyes were beautiful) "Like, the only explanation I can come up with as to why you don't have half of the school constantly begging you to notice *them* is because everyone is crazy."

He blushed and grinned, enjoying the feeling of being the one flirted with for once. It was beyond comprehensible for Danny as to why Sam seemed so taken by *him*, but it wasn't something he wanted to give up anytime soon if he could help it, confusion or not.

"Wow, you are a smooth talker, aren't you?"

Sam snorted. "Hardly. I'm telling you what I honestly think, and it's this: I've known you for maybe two hours, and you are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful person I've ever met. Past maybe my mother, but that's different. You deserve all the friends in the world, and you could have any boy or girl you choose, I'm sure."

"Well, I'm choosing you," Danny said, blushing and grabbing Sam's hand. He didn't know what it was, but he was being particularly mushy today. Luckily, Sam seemed to really like it.

Sam led him away from the car after locking it up, one arm carrying a briefcase looking container, and the other's hand holding Danny's. They walked through the light snowfall and under heavy bows of trees, going along a path Danny couldn't see but that, apparently, Sam knew well.

Danny had the quick thought that Sam was going to murder him, and maybe he shouldn't ignore his survival instincts, but he decided that Sam would *never* kill him. He also asked, though, just to be sure.

"Are you planning on killing me out here?"

Sam laughed his donkey bray, swinging their hands and taking another slight turn around a large tree. "No, I don't think I'd be able to physically overpower you, you're probably way stronger than I am."

"Oh, yeah? But what about a gun? What's in the box, Sammy?"

Danny was grinning inside, though externally he blocked it so that his facade wouldn't slip. Sam stopped and stood in front of him.

"I'll show you what's in the box!" Sam said, holding it up in front of his crotch like that SNL sketch.

"Ooh, my favorite!" Danny wiggled his brows, staring at the box where, right behind it, was Sam's dick. They both laughed, faces rosy and eyes crinkled.

Danny was glad that he had chosen Sam over Ronnie, not only for the fact that Sam actually liked him back, but that he got along so well with him. Even if the romance was a bust, he could tell that they would be very good friends, the connection was that immediate. And, he liked the idea of being best friends with a guy and then also getting to fuck his brains out at the end of the day.

'I'm getting ahead of myself, he said he has standards.'

'*No*, he said that he won't fuck you in his sister's car, but he wants to.'

"Sam, dude, where are we going? What are we doing out here, like, really?" He choked out, dying to know and also hoping that the plans included at least a kiss.

Danny hadn't been this desperate to kiss someone in- possibly forever, really. He didn't know why he was so intent on getting Sam's lips on him (though, he supposed he did: like, *look* at Sam's mouth). It wasn't like himself to be this out of control - albeit on his own head - but Sam had this effect on him.

Logically, Danny knew that if Sam wanted to go slower he would totally respect that choice and not even be put out about it, he liked just being with Sam that much. But, a kiss.... He wanted just a taste, in case this was the only date he got to have with Sam.

"We're almost there, and then I'll show you," Sam said quietly.

They continued walking, going up a gentle slope and then around a giant boulder. When they came around the other side, Danny saw that the rock had been obscuring a pristinely white, snow covered clearing. All around them, flakes fell softly from the sky, some decorating the trees, and others landing on their heads.

Sam turned to look at him, grinning. "Isn't it pretty? I feel like, whenever I come here, I've entered another dimension or something."

Danny nodded, his breath nearly taken away by the delicate magic of the moment. Well, it wasn't completely perfect - his nose was running, his gloveless hands were both freezing and clammy in Sam's, and he had no fucking clue where he was - but Sam was so, so beautiful in this place he had brought them to.

They stood and stared at the scene, taking in everything, from the stars peaking out from in between the clouds to the feel of their thumbs rubbing back and forth over each other's knuckles.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam broke it, speaking softly, "This is one of my favorite places on Earth to be. We come here during all seasons, but there's just something more.... *special*, I guess, when everything is pure and damp and quiet."

"It's really nice, I can see why you like to bring people here."

"Actually," Sam paused, looking shyly at Danny, "I've never taken anyone else. As far as I can tell, my family are the only people who know about it."

"Really? I- thank you so much for bringing me to such a special spot for you," he gasped, grinning back at Sam's little smile.

Danny was floored, absolutely amazed with this moment in his life. Sam had, for reasons he couldn't understand but figured he'd better stop worrying about, taken him to a place that no one else had been to. It was an intimate, deeply trusting gesture that he'd made, and Danny received it full-heartedly. The scenery felt sacred, now, in a way that he couldn't quite describe but that filled him with content.

"This really does mean a lot, that you're letting me view your spot. I don't know how to say thank you enough for trusting me with this- can I, maybe, take you somewhere special to me next time?"

He was shooting his shot, and praying to whatever deity felt nearest in this winter forest that it would hit it's mark. Sam had decided to take him here right after meeting him, so it *would* work, right? Danny really fucking hoped that it did, and that he hadn't ruined the relationship they were building. It was newly born and a little confusing, but in a good way; they were already fused together somehow, a connection running through them to make it seem like they'd known each other for years instead if hours.

"I'll go anywhere you wanna take me," Sam answered. He looked aware of how cliche what hed said was, but he also didnt seem to care. Damny was internally screaming with joy. "I wasn't sure where I was driving, at first, but I ended up on the path here, and it felt right. You being here feels nice and right."

Danny was smiling openly, happiness on display. He swung their hands and looked up at the sky, where the snow clouds where starting to clear, the last of the flakes finishing their journey to the ground. Sam leaned into him slightly, a pleasurable warmth permeating into Danny's body through the many layers of their clothing.

"This is perfect! I was hoping the clouds would clear up, cause this wouldnt really be much fun without it. Now, c'mon, let me show you the inside."

Danny was completely confused, again. "The inside?"

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (5); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll okay I first want to say thank you so much for everyone who has taken an interest in this series. I thought no one would give it a shot but now I am in tears at seeing the messages that some of you give me about how much you like this series. And here I present to you, another part and there’s a special treat for you all inside but I won’t tell you what it is, you’ll just have to read and find out.

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Part 5

“Mum. Mum.” I groaned tiredly. “Mum wake up.” Oh god the one thing I never missed, even now that he’s practically full grown. I peeled my eyes open to see Deacy hovering over me.

“What is it?” I groaned out.

“Two questions; one what is that symbol on your right shoulder mean?” I peeked over to see my anti-possession tattoo and I said.

“Well,” I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up further as I explained, “You remember how I told you about demons?” he nodded and I said as I gestured to my tattoo, “Well once I turned 18, I got this done instead of having to deal with that necklace on all the time. This tattoo on my body makes me immune to demon possessions.”

“Ahh, and second. What’s that suit you’ve got in the closet?”

“What suit?” I asked.  He stood up, walked over to my closet and revealed a secret latch which soon sent my secret falling out.  I quickly got out of the bed and I said to him. “What have I told you about going through my stuff?”

“All I want to know is what it is? It’s not like I’ll tell the brothers. You know you can trust me.” I looked at him an of course those soft brown eyes made me butter up every single time.  And now that he was an adult, it only just made him that much cuter.

“Okay, okay. But promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Would they even listen to me if I did?” my heart ached a little hearing that come out of his mouth.  I walked up to him and grabbed the suit from the rope and placed it on my hidden mannequin.  I also took from my drawers the blueprints I had made years ago and handed them to him.

“It’s just a fantasy really, but after remembering that time seeing you fly, I just felt this rush of adrenaline and thought ‘hell why can’t I make one?’ Wings here are made of a flexible but durable leather texture that kinda resemble bat wings. They’re controlled by these pulley here, pull the string and out they pop. The suit itself is light weight so it’s not as bulky as the 2012 Ironman suit in the Avengers, but it’s strong and bullet proof at least.”

“You know dragon skin is the toughest shield there is, even stronger than your regular bullet proof vests. Maybe we can rework the cover of the armor. Make it more dragonesque.” He said.

“We?”

“Yes. This is a really cool design mum. And I think once it’s fully ready we can take it for a test drive.”

“And how do you plan on doing that Mr. Smart guy? We’ll be spotted anywhere here in Kansas.”

“We’ll find a way. So how long did it take you to build this?”

“Well after helping Dean fix his baby, and him teaching me a thing or two about electrical engineering, about…..2 and a half years. Also taking in the time to work on cases with the boys, helping save the world a couple of times. The usual procrastination stuff.” He nodded and he said.

“This is a well-made suit mum. Finally joining team dragons are yah?”

“Again Deacy it’s just a fantasy. I don’t even know if this suit will even work, it’s never been tested out and I’ve had it done for 9 months now.”

“Yo (y/n)!” I heard Dean say from the other side of my door.

“Shit.” I muttered as I quickly hid the suit in my closet and shut it.  I quickly turned towards Deacon and was shocked to realize that he was also shirtless. “Gah Deacy put your shirt back on.” I whispered to him as I frantically started trying to find where he had tossed his shirt but couldn’t find it anywhere?

“Why?”

“Because if Dean walks in and sees you like—this he’ll think we…..that you…..” but it was too late, Dean opened my door.  He still wore his robe and dark blue nightshirt and shorts as well as his slippers.

“We need to—” Dean opened the door and the second he saw Deacon in my room shirtless, the tiredness immediately left his face as he turned between him and me. “I’mma get my gun.” He bluntly stated as he turned to walk out of my room.

“Dean…..” I stepped forward but he quickly turned around and got into a karate-style like defense position.

“If you truly believe that I would ever turn on my mother like how you’re thinking, you’re even sicker than I thought you were.” Deacy said as he sat down at the foot of my bed.

“Yeah then why the hell don’t you have a shirt on? More importantly why are you in her room?”

“Because you weren’t going to give him a room and dragons get antsy when they’re in unfamiliar places so I allowed him to stay here. Dean c’mon, not this early.”

“Come on? Are you kid…..Look…..This….moth—You and me. Library. Right now.” He spoke his last statement as he tied the strings of his robe around his waist closing his robe around him staring me down like a pissed off dad who caught his daughter having sex with her boyfriend. “Come on!” he pointed behind him emphasizing his demand.

I sighed heavily and turned to Deacy before walking out of my room.  I could imagine Deacon trying to follow me because next thing I knew, Dean stopped Deacon by crying out at like he was disciplining a dog.

We reached the library and there I saw Sam as well as Cas.

“Cass, well this is a surprise.”

“Hello (y/n).” he greeted me.

“Hey young lady, we still need to talk about what happened back there.” Dean said as he came into the library.  I sighed annoyed as Sam said.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“I found our little lizard guest was shirtless as he slept with his ‘mother’.”

“Dean I’m gonna ask you as nicely as I can. Can you please get your head out of your ass by this much so that I can explain myself?!” I rubbed my temples and continued, “Nothing happened, okay. When I went to bed he had a shirt on, okay?”

“Should I even ask what this is all about?” asked Cass confused.

“We’ve got a dragon in the bunker.” Explained Sam.

“A—a what?!”

“Yeah a dragon, they still exist and she’s the mother of the one we got.” Dean stated bluntly.

“How—”

“It’s a long story, we’ll fill you in later.” Sam explained.

“But…..how were you not captured? Dragons are attracted to virgin women, that dragon should’ve take you to its den.” Cass said.

“Yes, thank you Cass. I know how dragons are around women.” I sneered.

“Sorry it’s just that. Dragons are attracted to the smell of virgin women and if they aren’t virgins then, they lash out aggressively.” Cass continued to explain not helping my cause.

“Oh god (y/n) please tell you’re—” Dean started off and that’s when I proclaimed.

“Seriously?! When would I have time to give away my V card guys? I’ve lived in the woods for 6 years of my life, most of my teenage life trying to survive. I was in the system for two till I was legal and by then I met you two knuckleheads. When exactly would I have time to have a one night stand with someone?”

“Are we still on the discussion whether I’ll take my mum away from you all?” Deacon’s voice soon piped up.  We turned around and I saw that Deacon was now dressed in one of Dean’s shirts as well as a pair of his jeans.

“Is that my Led Zeppelin shirt?” Dean snapped.

“Dean don’t.” I said.

“There’s another one of you here. But he’s not human.” Deacon spoke up wearily as he stared Cass down.

“Cass, this is my adopted son Deacon. I found him shortly after he was hatched. Deacy, this is Castiel he’s……”

“I’m an angel of the Lord.” He spoke up for me. Deacon’s eyes widened before he turned to Cass.

“It’s okay Deacy, he’s not like that last angel you and I encountered. You can trust Cass” I assured him.  He hummed and nodded before saying.

“As I was saying earlier, I’ve known my mother since I was a few days old. Barely enough time to fully imprint with my real mother. (Y/n) has filled in the rest of the imprint of being my mother and that’s all I see her as. Not a threat, not prey, not an obsession. Just my mother, and nothing else.” I walked over towards Deacy.

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck affectionately as I heard the soft purrs coming out of him.  I stroked through his long hair and said.

“And that’s all I see Deacon as. Not a lover, not a monster, and most certainly not a soulless beast, but my son.”

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was currently going through the Men of Letter’s library, trying to find anything about dragons that they might have found.  He was also using Sam’s laptop to do some basic animal researching on imprinting, of course most of the search revolved around the Twilight movies but the stuff he did manage to find basically stated the same thing.

“Dude how many times have I told you not to use my laptop? Last time you used it; it froze for a month all because of your Asian porn searching.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist Sammy, I’m actually doing some real research this time.”

“And what would that be?”

“Dragons and imprinting. I’m still not buying this crap Deacon’s saying.”

“Well what all have you found out?” Sam asked as he sat down in front of his brother.

“Well the Men of Letters say in this book of how ‘dragons always claim a female virgin in order to sustain their lustful urges.’ Nothing about imprinting or whether a dragon could imprint on a human at the first few moments of birth.”

“What have you found out about Imprinting?”

“Basically the same thing that when an animal is born, the first thing they see they child-parental bond is formed. The animal will just follow you like a lost puppy. Kinda like you do most days.” Sam looked at his brother and he said.

“And both (y/n) and Deacon have said that it was just a few days after he ‘hatched’ that they both met each other.”

“Exactly. Plus it’s been what—seven years since they’ve seen each other. Who knows what that guy’s been up to since then. What if he came into contact with another dragon? Could’ve been taught how to be a real dragon, fallen off the wagon?”

“That is a possibility. I mean it happens with cats and dogs if they become strays for a certain amount of years. But I have to ask, why would he not take her to his nest? Why let her stay back at her old home and not take her away?”

“It could be a play. After all he was raised by (y/n). She’s clever.”

“Yeah but Dean maybe—maybe there’s a chance that Deacon is different than the dragons we encountered a few years back after I got my soul back.”

“Until I see something about it, then Deacon’s still a menace and a danger to (y/n). Now why don’t you help me out here and see if you can find anything that I’m missing here.”

Reluctantly but understanding of where Dean was coming from, Sam picked up another book and began reading as closely as he could through every word and every page on the behavior of dragons.

*My POV*

I was out for my mid-morning run through the woods, I had allowed Deacon to make some adjustments that he saw would benefit my dragon armor and make it even more authentic.  I soon stopped panting softly at a cliff’s edge that overlooked the lower levels of the forests.

“Hello (y/n).” I jumped a bit but knew that it was only Cass.

“Damnit Cass how many times must we go through this? Had I not already been through this, I would’ve probably fallen over the cliff.”

“Sorry.” I waved off the apology and said.

“What is it that you came out here for? I know you’ve got something on your mind.”

“It’s about Deacon.”

“Why what’s happened? Is he okay? Did Dean do something to him? If he did I swear to God—”

“He’s fine. It’s more so about your relationship with Deacon than anything else.” I sighed heavily and said.

“Cass please—”

“You are aware of what he is right?”

“Yes Cass I’ve known since the beginning. I came across his mother’s corpse at 11 years old. I watched as poachers, not hunters, poachers which means they hunt for sport, not protection. Come up to her and started admiring her cold, dead corpse and talking about how much they were going to make off of her piece. By piece. If I didn’t allow Deacon to come with me, he would’ve been sold off too, if not killed, while still looking like a 6 year old boy.”

“I understand where you’re coming from. But (y/n) that was all in the past. It’s been years since you’ve seen Deacon. How do you know he won’t revert back to what a dragon is supposed to do?”

“If he had, don’t you think I wouldn’t be here?”

“Some dragons bait their victims on. Don’t you think Deacon could’ve gotten in contact with other dragons and they taught him how to behave like a real one?” I refused to answer that because Deacon already told me everything.

“What exactly are you trying to say Cass? Stop with the riddles and just say it to my face.”

“Deacon’s now a full grown dragon. It wouldn’t be safe for you to have him at this rate. He’s not some pet that you can keep—”

“Didn’t I just say back there that he’s not a pet. I don’t see him as one. He’s my son.”

“And as a parent you must know that all children grow up. While we are grateful to him for saving you from the Vetala pack, he—he has to go back to his home. Wherever that is.”  Oh I see where this is going.

“Well I hate to disappoint you Cass, but he’s not going anywhere. As his mother he’s going to stay here. I’ve been searching for him for seven years. I thought he had been killed, and now that I’ve found him, he’s never leaving my side again. I can take care of him, protect him and ensure that no hunter goes after him.”

“(Y/n), you’re not thinking clearly. He’s built his own life somehow. I know he’s told you that. What if he has a mate back home? Children? They’ll need him.” But as Cass kept ranting on trying to get me to see reason, I heard something in the air.

It was a deep, low wind gust.  But I knew better, it didn’t sound like wind at all. Plus I have been out here for over an hour and no wind has blown yet, in fact the weather said there wouldn’t be any wind today.

“Cass be quiet.” I said.

“No (y/n) you need to hear—”

“No, no serious quiet!” I was alert and Cass seemed to sense something as well.

“What was that?” my stomach dropped and I muttered.

“Cass get down.” Then suddenly flying right up the cliff’s edge were two large dragons.

One was a massive spiked dark dragon with red like fins decorated down along it’s neck.  It also sported a couple of horns at the side of it’s head but it was definitely bigger than how I’ve seen Deacy’s dragon form.  The other dragon was smaller than the first and almost appeared like a cross between dragon and an owl.

It’s owl-like face sported a crown of horns and fins kinda like a lionfish and it’s scales consisted mainly orange and brown.

The two dragons circled around me and Cass who was holding me close to him as the two of us had ducked down so that we wouldn’t be blown away by the wind gust that I knew dragons had.  They both let out roars as they finally hovered over us, and what was shocking to see with the owl-like dragon was that it’s two large wings suddenly split into four wings.

It tilted it’s head in a straight vertical line as it’s huge golden eyes stared directly at me.  It turned towards the bigger dragon grumbling out a low roar, almost as if they were speaking to each other.  The bigger dragon glared down at me with hateful eyes as it let out a low growl before roaring down at me.

Both Cass and I covered our ears at the agonizing loudness of the roar.  But what we didn’t know was that suddenly appearing out of the woods was another dragon. However compared to the two others, it was more of a giant serpent.  Cass turned around and suddenly there was just the force of being knocked forward before I found myself in the clutches of this serpent dragon.

I soon found myself being flown hundreds of feet into the air and I looked up at the black and gold dragon that now had me in it’s claws.  I soon heard the sound of grunting and I looked down towards the tail and saw Cass hanging on for dear life.

He placed his finger to his lips trying not to let me give away his cover but the large black dragon huffed and roared at the dragon that had me as its attention turned towards Cass.

The giant serpent dragon then whipped it’s whip-like tail trying to get Cass off of him.  Cass tried to hold on as best as he could but all it took was just three whips to finally send him flying back down to earth.

“NOOO!!! CASS!!!” I cried out as he got smaller and smaller before I finally lost him as me and the dragons flew higher and higher. Due to the insane air pressure the higher we flew, I must’ve ended up passing out because next thing I saw was nothing but darkness and I kept muttering Cass’s name as well as Sam’s, Dean’s and Deacon’s.

*3rd Person POV*

Cass fell about 1000 feet straight back down towards the forest and the second he fell to the ground, the only thing he saw were the three giant figures of the dragons flying away from him.

“(Y/n)……no, no (y/n)…..” he tried to get up but his body was in pain from the sudden impact, the last thing he saw were the dragons taking away his dear friend.

As the dragons continued flying higher and higher beyond the clouds.  The owl-like dragon’s eyes did something that no other dragon’s could do.  They suddenly glowed pure gold and suddenly appearing out in the air was a portal.  

One by one each of the dragons flew through the portal and once the serpent like dragon’s full body went through it, the portal closed and disappeared, just as quickly as it had appeared.

The dragons now came upon a series of mountain cliffs filled with nothing but greenery and sea water.  They flew through the mountain terrain through the entrance of a cave until finally arriving at a nesting area within the mountain.

Hundreds of dragons soon awoke from their slumber to see the three dragons reenter the picture with a human intact.  The serpent dragon gently set (y/n) down before backing away.  The owl-like dragon soon came up and as it walked toward (y/n) it changed from a dragon to human as did the other two.

As (y/n) was slowly coming around, she groaned and looked up and through a blurry vision, she saw a man staring down at her with a tuff of short brown hair, the scruff of a beard going all over his face and deep blue eyes staring down at her.  She heard the low rumble of dragon growls before she passed out once more.

“Is she dead?” The brown haired dragon turned towards the other two.  One was an Egyptian man with short black hair, a strong jawline and blue eyes much like the owl-like dragon has in his human form but not quite as deep.  The other male who had asked the question had messy, curly blond hair and had greenish eyes.

He was more strongly built and he just seemed to have the Alpha-like stance and attitude, and around his face were old faded battle scars.  The dragon who was standing over (y/n) then answered.

“No, humans don’t have the compacity to withstand sudden high altitude elevation. She’ll live though.”

“Good. Wouldn’t be too sporty of me to kill her if she’s already dead.”

“Easy Warren, we know how you feel about humans but there’s questions that need to be answered.” Spoke the Egyptian.

“Apophis is right. Like who she is and why she’s swarmed with Deacon’s scent.” Answered the brunette.

[ziracona]

😮 Oh man, with the insight on Frank, it has me so curious. What's going on in the heads of everyone in the Legion lately? I'm especially curious about Joey, after the quality time spent with the survivors (well, in the back seat with Susie driving) during "She's Like the Wind". Or, if you're tired of the Legion, what about Michael in "The Tower"?

I’m totally happy to do the Legion (and I actually wrote up a bunch of stuff on them before deciding p best to wait), but there’s a lot of Legion stuff in the chapter I’m posting in the next couple days with some sort of big status-quo changes, so I feel like I should wait until after that to give Legion updates, or it could be kind of a waste, so I’ll do Michael.

Oh boy Mikey. Let me see. Buckle up, because this is a long one. So, let me start by saying in this fic, the way I write him is based on the canon portrayal in the first film (and some influence from the others—especially 2 and H20), but with my honest best attempt at an accurate psychological take on his situation. Horror’s a great genre, but it does a really shitty job about using mental illness as some kind of blanket excuse for being evil. John Carpenter literally came up with Michael after seeing some 12 year old schizophrenic kid in a mental institution when he was on a field trip that he thought had really dead, evil looking eyes, like he didn’t have a soul. Which is a pretty fucked up way to treat mental illness. And, since there’s no reason I should accept ‘He’s got psychosis and the devil’s eyes and has nothing in him but evil” as an accurate take on an actual human being, I’m not. I’m taking what is canon, and interpreting it (to the best of my ability) like a normal psychologist or person who isn’t Dr. Sam Loomis would. Usually I wouldn’t give as much on a character psych take (because I really, really like seeing how people interpret things), but it’s kind of specifically important for Michael and me doing my best to write him responsibly that while he’s a lot of things, and a lot of them bad, he’s not a mindless wall of walking evil.

Canonically, Michael’s had psychosis since he was at least five, and heard voices that told him to do bad things, like hurt people. He told his parents, in an attempt to get help, and was ignored. When he was six, he did what the voices told him to in an attempt to get them to stop, and killed his sister (without looking at what he was doing while he did it as much as he could [canon]), and then went downstairs to wait for his parents to get home (probably in the hopes that they could fix it, because he was six years old, and when you’re six, your parents can fix everything). Instead of anything getting better, he got sent to court, sentenced (to be tried for murder as an adult in fifteen years when he turned 21, which is absolute bullshit because by no stretch of human logic can a 6 year old child have committed a crime as an adult), and then left in an asylum for the next fifteen years of his life. His psychosis worsened, and he gained other symptoms, such as mutism and catatonia. His mom only visited a few times, with his little sister, and then she vanished off the face of the planet from his point of view. Completely abandoned by his family and everyone he knew, the only human contact he had from ages 6-21 was Doctor Sam Loomis, his psychiatrist, who had decided within a couple of months, that Michael was the human personification of evil, faking his mental illness like the evil genius six year old he was, and a demon in human form hellbent on murder. Now, the human brain doesn’t stop developing until the mid 20s, and it sure as hell isn’t done when you’re six. Kids that age don’t even really have a fully developed understanding of mortality and only a basic grasp on ethics. Emotional empathy doesn’t start really forming well until age seven, and abstract reasoning isn’t until preteen years. When you’re six, you’re not old enough to be evil. You just aren’t. But, if you grow up from age 6-21 with only one constant in your life, isolated in a tiny white room, hearing over and over from said only constant, an adult and the source of authority in your life, that you are evil, and soulless, and you are a killer waiting to kill again, you are dying to get out and commit murder, and they’re onto you, how exactly can you expect a human being to turn out?Especially when they’re already dealing with violent psychosis. You’ve basically convinced a mentally ill child that they are the bad voices in their head, not the person, and their goal in life is to commit lots of murder.

Michael’s personal goal, as much as he has one left, has pretty much solidly always been to do what the voices want so they’ll stop and he can be at peace. What they want is for him to kill his family, meaning his sister, Laurie. Kill Laurie, be at peace. That being the case, ending up in the Entity’s realm is about as shitty for him as it is for her, because no matter how many goddamn times he kills her, he can never, ever kill her for real, so he will never be able to stop the voices. He’s about as tired of being here as she is, which is saying a lot. But it’s been forty years of shit for him too.

I think Michael forgot he was a person a long time ago, because nobody’s treated him like one since he was baby. Since he was six. If you treat someone like a monster their whole life, that’s what they’re almost certainly going to become. In the Entity’s realm, it hasn’t really been any different. I don’t think he thinks about things very complexly, because he’s sort of too tired to, and he doesn’t have a real reason. He never learned a lot of normal human behaviors, including any attempt at even the most basic social contact. It’s like that really depressing scene in Lilo & Stitch when Jumba’s commenting on what it must be like to have nothing, even memories, to visit at night. He has memories, but they’re basically all the same—white room, fifteen years of Dr. Loomis. None of that’s a real human experience. Dr. Loomis didn’t even think he was a human—called him “It” instead of “Him.”

With Laurie suddenly acknowledging he’s her brother, it’s weird to him. Canonically, every time someone in a film reminds Michael he’s related to them, it’s like he gets smacked in the face (it’s actually kind of hilarious. He even takes his mask off for his niece in 5 when she calls him “Uncle”). A family member doing this always metaphorically suckerpunches him with the reminder that he has a name and an existence outside of killing people and there are human beings who know who he is and are related to him and have a lasting concept of him as a person. It’s not like he ever forgot they were siblings, but he didn’t remember to think about it. He spends all his time being the Shape, because Michael hasn’t really existed since he was six years old (not in a Dissociative Identity Disorder way, just, it’s an aspect of who he is that no one has been willing to acknowledge since he was a baby. He puts on the mask and kills because that’s what he’s supposed to be. It doesn’t really matter if he wants to, or if he likes it, or even if he still doesn’t have a completely developed concept of mortality, because he’s known for years now that it’s just what he does. It’s what he is). I don’t think he really knows how to think or feel (which he’s not used to doing period) about his sister or about that and being spoken to. He was definitely relieved at the prospect of having a way out of this, and since then it’s been kind of agonizing that she reneged on him and won’t commit joint suicide, but she’s also just been…weird. Been different. She talks to him like a person, which no one has ever done, and he does remember her from when they were little. I think it’s very confusing. He really doesn’t have the normal human skillset to be able to emotionally understand this. Which doesn’t mean he’s some emotionless zombie, just, he didn’t learn how to properly interpret or respond to things. He doesn’t have a normal human emotional or social skillset, because he never got to develop one. He didn’t get the chance. He hasn’t had a positive physical interaction, a hug, a handhold, a pat on the shoulder, since he was six--he hasn’t had any kind of social contact outside of the hostile psychological hatred and threats from Dr. Loomis period. There’s just not a normal set of human understand-the-world mental structures developed in him at all. Instead he’s got like…just all this shit—this really fucked up way of understanding the world built from fifteen years in isolation with just Dr. Loomis that’s completely separate from a normal human experience or mental scape, and the mental set of tools he would use to try to understand his sister is like, the dusty old normal human set that stopped growing when he was six years old that he kind of forgot about.

Michael’s also never done anything he wasn’t supposed to in the Entity’s realm, and I don’t think this has been explicitly stated in the fic, but he’s been punished now, for trying to break the rules with Laurie these past few trials. I don’t think he knew how to handle that or feel about it or think about it either, because it was a new experience for him. It’s very hard to hurt him at all, and it’s never happened with the Entity before this.

During The Tower, Michael wanted what he’s wanted since it was on the table (a way out by killing her), and when she said she couldn’t do it yet, genuinely misinterpreted that as her meaning she had to help the others finish the trial first. I don’t think he entirely understood why she kept running away from him, but he’s used to that kind of behavior, so it wasn’t that strange. What was extremely weird to him was getting jumped by two kids (when usually survivors wouldn’t touch him with a fifty-foot pole if it was up to them), who proceeded to tell him be was being a really crappy brother and should be nicer. It was. Surreal. I think when Laurie showed up and told him she hadn’t meant ‘in twelve minutes’ when she said later, he didn’t just attack her because he was mad she didn’t want to do suicide yet, I think it also kind of hurt his feelings that she made fun of him when he genuinely was trying to understand and thought she meant something else. Since what he wanted was off the table, he was upset (which was especially volatile becaus he doesn’t often experience hugely strong emotions) and on instinct just did what has been programmed to come naturally instead and went fucking lethal on them all, but got a surprising amount of resistance.

When she came back to fight him alone, I don’t think he completely understood everything she said, but he got a lot of it, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like losing the chance to get out of the realm for good with her, but I think he also didn’t really like being basically told that he was dead to her from here on out. I don’t think he’d exactly think of it that way, or put it into words—I don’t think he’d had long enough or the emotional growth enough to appreciate her caring about him, or to want it, but at the same time, he’d had someone treat him like a person for the first time in fifty some years, and I think it was probably briefly nice to be called by his own name and talked to like a person—I think it would be hard for that not to mean a little bit, even if you didn’t understand way. And then he had it reaffirmed by her before their fight that what Dr. Loomis had always said was true, and he’d fucked up so bad with her that he wasn’t ‘Michael’ anymore to her either, and even if he wouldn’t really think of it like that, I think subconsciously, that kind of had to hurt. 

At the end of their fight, when he was out on the floor, and Laurie didn’t kill him, while he was genuinely unconscious for some of that, he was awake for some of it too—the bulk of it, actually. Michael in film canon routinely not only has genuine resets where he passes out and heals and gets back up, but plays dead as well, to protect himself. So, he did hear a decent chunk of what Laurie said to him. She kind of poured her heart out, and some of it was pretty complicated stuff, and a lot of it was stuff he doesn’t really have the emotional complexity developed to understand right now, but he understood some of it. I don’t think he expected things to end like they did (and not just him getting his ass kicked by her). She basically flipped on him, and said she was wrong, and even like this he was still her brother, and because she remembers how he was when he was six she can’t make herself not love him, even if she knows she shouldn’t, and that she wasn’t going to kill him like that, even if it meant he was going to come after her again and kill her. I don’t think he gets why she would say those things, but it did make him want to know, and I think he’s aware that it should mean something to him, regardless of if it does or not on an emotional level, and it is at least something that interests him. Probably his most intact human emotion is curiosity (and it’s no wonder—he’s basically never seen anything, or been anywhere, or done anything—he’s barely gotten a chance to live, period. Any social interaction where someone isn’t running from him screaming or threatening him and telling him he’s a monster is uncharted territory). What that would mean for him going forward as far as Laurie is concerned is very complicated, though. Laurie interests him and there are things he wants to understand, but he’s just got so little ability to function like a normal human being. So much of him is so awfully mangled and maladapted, and the rest has been stagnating since he was 6 and he’s so very, completely, depressingly isolated. He’s a serial killer, but he’s really also kind of a tragic character. It’s fucked up what happened to him, and most of it isn’t really his fault. It didn’t have to be like that.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Poor Dean. He was abused on all fronts last episode. First, we see that he is absolutely terrified of being locked in the box under the ocean, so much so that he has horrific nightmares. This is coupled with Michael constantly being destructive in his head. Then we have Sam, who continually berates and guilt trips him, and even ends up getting physical. And then Cas, who also berates him, calls him suicidal and essentially, a coward. Of course Dean gave in at the end. The boy is exhausted. :(

Exactly. It’s been a series of violations ever since the beginning of Michael’s possession. Michael tricked him over the terms of their deal and took control of him, them tricked him into thinking he was free and in fact had access to his mind all this time, spying on him, until he eventually took over again. Michael then shoved him inside his own mind, with a mental trick to keep him complacent.

And then, as soon as he took back control, he knew that it was a temporary solution because the door isn’t strong enough, he isn’t strong enough to keep Michael at bay. Which is heartbreaking because a human overpowering a full-power archangel like that for so long is already unheard of... but it doesn’t really matter if it’s not enough.

All he wants is for Michael not to destroy the world, for anyone not to be harmed for what he essentially consider his own mistake, saying yes to Michael (nevermind that Lucifer was going to destroy the world, too). All he wants is for people to be safe. And for this, he’s willing to sacrifice more than his life--spend eternity (or as long as the planet? the universe? last) trapped in an enclosed space with his tormentor.

And all he wants is to be in peace with that decision, as much as he can be. He plans to see Donna and Mary before getting the box done. He knows he can’t tell Sam, because Sam will make him change his mind, because Dean already anticipated how Sam would react and how Sam would act. So he makes Sam give his word that he won’t try to stop him, and Sam breaks that promise. He obviously also asks Sam not to tell Cas, and Sam breaks that too. (After already telling about Dean’s latest possession to their friends without asking Dean if it was okay or telling him at all.)

He had tried to set some boundaries, do this utterly terrifying and devastating thing on his own terms at least, and Sam steps on those terms.

I’m not even sure how well Cas even understands the situation--not in the sense that he’s stupid, but in the sense that all the information he got about Dean’s plan and Dean’s mental state at the moment came from Sam--again, I understand why Sam told Cas, but it’s still a violation of a boundary Dean had tried to place, and it obviously sides Cas with Sam because Cas sees the situation from Sam’s lens. But anyway, Cas isn’t really equipped with the emotional capability to deal with this kind of situation.

Sam’s speech at the end of the episode is terrifying. Ironically, I agree with that post from a W-ncest shipper that keeps appearing on my dash today - he acts like a child. But he’s not. He will always be Dean’s child, true. But he is a fully grown adult. He’s traumatized to hell and back, figuratively and literally, but that’s an explanation, not an excuse. He has wanted Dean to treat him like an adult for years, remember? They had fights over that. If you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one. An adult doesn’t get to abuse their parent figure like that, no matter what their history with trauma is.

What Dean doesn’t need to is to add more gaslighting to all the gaslighting and abuse he’s received all his life. Sam basically - regardless of whether he’s remotely aware of what he’s doing - is pushing his own perception of Dean’s feelings and intentions over Dean.

“How sorry are you? Sorry that [...] when it comes to you, you just throw in the towel? Or are you sorry that, after all these years, our entire lives, a-after I’ve looked up to you, after I’ve learned from you, I-I-I’ve copied you, I followed you to hell and back, are you sorry that all of that--it-it-it means nothing now?”“Who’s saying that?”“You are, when you tell me I have to kill you. When you’re telling me that I have to just throw away everything we stand for, throw away faith, throw away family. We’re the guys who save the world. We don’t just check out of it!”

Dean is not saying that. Dean is not checking out of the world, he is trying to save it. The only reason he is doing this is because Death told him that it was the only way to prevent the destruction of the world.

Nothing about Dean’s decision is about Sam. There is no link between Dean’s decision and his relationship with Sam. There is no link between what Dean’s role in Sam’s life “means” and what Dean is planning on doing.

Sam is trying to make Dean feel guilty by installing a link between Dean’s actions and Dean’s parental feelings over Sam. He’s saying that if Dean does this, then all he’s done before - everything he has done for Sam, for family, for everything - is meaningless.

He’s saying that if Dean does this, Dean is spitting over family, over their relationship, over their faith in each other. That Dean is spitting over all they have always fought for, over all Dean has always fought for.

Then he tells Dean that what he is doing is quitting, is giving up, which is a terrible thing to say to a person who has always refused to quit, and who is facing something that is terrifying him and is making himself go through with it because it’s the right thing to do.

And then he says Dean “I believe in us, Dean. I believe in us”, which is an accusation that Dean doesn’t believe in them. But the two of them aren’t omnipotent. Dean is just acknowledging - which makes sense giving their situation - that they have arrived to the one thing they can’t solve otherwise. He is trusting an authority he respects, Death’s. He just wants to keep people safe.

He doesn’t consider himself, or his small entourage, more important than everyone else. He just isn’t willing to condemn the entire world to destruction because he was picky about his solutions.

Meanwhile, an evil archangel is screaming in his mind, trying to subjugate his entire being.

All he wanted was a little peace before something horrific that terrifies him.

[theflowersofdoom]

gonna talk about my spooky side account lore bc its unabashedly my favorite

sam and his sibling max lost their parents to to the bringer when they were really young. they were freed from terror mountain when the hannah thing went down. sam had trouble adjusting and stayed in terror mountain for awhile while max eagerly went out into world. the two kept in constant contact, until max suddenly stopped replying after he traveled to the haunted woods. sam decided to leave for the haunted woods to look for his sibling, and had a pretty terrifying time of it until he met lonnie

lonnie is a ne’er-do-well grave robber squatting in an abandoned house in the middle of the haunted woods. he found a very afraid and confused sam stumbling around and took him in with the intention of using him to help in illegal activities. sam, being cut off form the world for 10000 yrs and being generally too trusting, enthusiastically goes along with him. the two run around causing trouble and eventually lonnie finds himself actually CARING about this  sweet bori

paix was born to a terrestrial aisha and alien aisha couple and was raised exclusively on the virupets space station. her childhood had a backdrop of constant and oppressive paranoia of sloth. her family had several connections with the resistance and as a result knew several ppl who either disappeared or were seriously negatively effected by the sloth empire. she even lived through the sloth takeover of virtupets, which while thankfully was relatively uneventful on the part of the station her family lived in, it was still pretty terrifying for 10-or-smth yr old. while all this died down when paix grow up to adult, her parents were still very protective, not allowing paix or her little sister to travel unsupervised and helicoptered pretty bad. paix prided her self in being very level headed, but then one of her only friends disappeared while tracking down a sloth aligned organization and is presumed dead, paix is absolutely devastated, and in the months following his disappearance she quietly takes a small, former resistance ship from a family friend. she intended on flying it to neo central and parking it somewhere visible where the authorities would find it and return it with her apology note sitting in the seat of the cockpit, meanwhile shes in faerieland or mystery island, she doesnt know where just anywhere she’ll figure it out when she gets there. 

what ACTUALLY happened was a little more dramatic than she intended

paix initially and rightfully doesnt trust lonnie much, but he IS nice enough to let her stay at his house after she  crashed into his back yard  (is this even his house? i looks like its been run down for a while). sam was amazed in meeting a real alien and paix liked him well enough, hes a very kind guy, but still the whole situation was suspect

she probably wouldnt have stayed for long if lonnie hadnt up and died on them

paix suspected murder, from what sam says lonnie wasnt the most liked person around, but its not like theres any laws this is the haunted woods. as far as sam knows lonnie doesnt have any family, he thinks once there was a sister mentioned but he didnt even get a first name. the only family sam had left was a missing sibling he had been trying to find for a year now. so paix helps sam bury him in the back yard

paix takes on a lot of the responsibilities, like get food and telling people that lonnie is in fact dead, he wont be bothering you anymore. she even starts helping sam in his attempts to track down his sibling (shes not super optimistic but its not like shes going to tell sam that). 

at first paix thinks that sam is just very, VERY upset. he hasnt been very tired and acting a little strange, but his friend just died in front of him, its not like she has any room to judge. but as time goes on, things seem increasingly off. theres breif moments where sam seems to be his old self, but more and more he seems confused. paix finds him standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the wall. theres times where sam doesnt remember where hes been or what he was doing just moments ago. paix goes to the attic to get sam, finding no one, only to remember that sam is asleep in the in the living room, and when she goes back down staris of course hes still there, passed out on the couch like he has been all day, why was she so sure there was someone in the attic

when it becomes clear that lonnies been possessing sam, paix has a weird mix of terror and relief, though its drowned out by how PISSED she is at lonnie. she yells at him in portuguese for WHILE before he explains that he really wasnt trying to hurt sam or steal his body or anything else paix is accusing him of, hes been trapped in the ghost zone since he died and nothing he did could get their attention (he had gotten SO CLOSE with paix, she seemed to almost hear him. paix remembers all the times she felt she was being watch or heard someone screaming and just shrugged it off as a side effect of the haunted woods) 

paix could absolutely kill him AGAIN when he goes on to explain that hes now stuck in sams body. she begrudgingly agrees to help lonnie not be stuck, using a ritual from one of the weird creepy books littered around the house. it works and paix is incredibly relieved to find that sam is alright, but then immediately un-relieved to feel someone standing behind her and turned around to find lonnies spooky ghost standing there, menacingly 

the tension was immediately broken as sam  scrambled up screaming YOURE ALIVE and attempting to tackle-hug lonnie only to go through him and crash into the wall

and after paix gives lonnie a peice of her mind and lonnie profusely apologizes to both her and sam, things fall back into normality. paix and sam have found ways to make a living without doing anything illegal. lonnie is somewhat weirder as a ghost, hes taken a liking to scaring the heck out of ppl and is back to being a menace, but he seems to be more sincere with sam and paix at least 

zaf generally doesnt like photos, meko probably caught them by surprise 

zaf was a unfortunate victim of one of the many sloth-aligned splinter groups, and while they have made an amazing recovery, they remember nothing before waking up in the hospital. they were told that they had been kidnapped and eventually were found and taken in by authorities before being treated and successfully reverted to the physiology of an average mutant kacheek. zaf knows theres more to the story that authorities and their friends arent telling them, and has vague memories, but zaf isnt sure if they want to remember them. they were told by their friends that they had been a zafara before, that they were kind and generous and everyone was devastated when they went missing. zaf, surrounded by people that they cant remember, felt incredibly guilty. they hear stories about themself that they cant remember or even relate to. they ask for descriptions of themself that dont feel like them, least not anymore. zaf looks at pictures of this person that doesnt even look like them, and they cant help but feel like that person isnt here anymore.

zaf distances themself and eventually leaves neo central, taking a job at a hotel in the haunted woods. they have trouble finding a place to stay, and on their way to look at yet another apartment, they mistakenly knock on the door of a spotted bori who has THE friendliest face theyve seen since they moved to the woods

the two talk until its dark out and sam insists they stay the night bc its not safe to be out are you kidding me its the haunted woods. paix, given her past, is suspicious before zaf mentions what happened to them and she straight up offers for them to stay indefinitely (good thing too bc sam was pretty confident the place they had been on their way to see was a scheme to murder people, which seemed way more alarming to zaf than it did sam)

it takes 3 days for zaf to meet lonnie bc hes busy being an ass, slamming doors and leaving creepy messages in the mirror, culminating into jump-scaring zaf in the hallway at 3 in the morning. paix had tried to warn them but its still a spooky ghost in your apartment. sam mentioned that lonnies body was buried in the back yard and zaf looked like they were about to cry. just two sweet kids living in a dilapidated old house thats haunted by their dead friend, whose body they had bury in the back

zaf seems to be the only one concerned about the skulls in the living room, and the strange books, all of which, at least the ones zaf can make sense of, contain what appears to be spells. they mentioned where they lived to their boss and some coworkers and all hell broke loose and zaf had to leave the premises. paix apologized and said that lonnie had a reputation with the hotel staff and it kind of extended to everyone esle in the house. lonnie zipped through the ceiling and stated that they had ALWAYS had it out for him even BEFORE he stole that golf cart and the two start up another argument and the initial point is lost. 

but even months afterward, zaf cant forget the the moment of panic in their former boss’s eyes when they mentioned the house

mini is a witch living in the woods. sam and the gang think shes their neighbor, but no one is really sure where she lives. she comes by the house every now and then. sam, paix, and zaf have invited her in but always stated that she cant come in. has started to come around more frequently after zaf showed her one of the book they had found, wondering if she could make any sense of it. usually cryptic mini straight up said it was incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands. the two have since working through the books to see if any of more of them had spell theorems that could ‘potentially warp the fabric of reality’ as mini had put it

[bannerswife]

A Promise - Destiel

Title: A Promise

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Word Count: 2106

Warnings: Fluff :3

Summary: After a witch hunt Dean gets turned back into his 5 year old self and says some stuff to Cas that reveals some things that the normal Dean would never say which may need some clearing up when he returns to his normal self.

Authors Note: Yes this is terrible forgive me. But omg my last post got so many notes and I just wanted to thank u guys sm! <3

It had it of course been yet another exhausting hunt for the Winchesters. This time facing a witch which had gone south. Just seconds before Dean killed her she cursed him with something no one would of saw coming. Turning Dean to his old five year old self. Thankfully the witch was killed, whether dean was 5 or 32 it didn't matter, he still lifted the gun and shot her.

Sam unlocked the motel room slumping onto his bed, Dean following tail, his little legs carrying himself inside. His clothes were way too big for his now little body so they trailed behind him making him trip nearly every step. Dean balled his fists as he rubbed his little eyes which was soon followed by a big yawn.

"I'm tired sammm. Can you tuck me in?" Dean said dragging out the 'm' in his brother's name.

Sam sighed looking back at his brother still not getting used to the sight.

"Dean I'm sure you can put yourself to bed. Just because you're in your 5 year old self doesn't mean I'm gonna treat you as a 5 year old." Sam said sluggishly as he pulled himself off the bed to head into the shower.

Though Sam did feel a little bad at what he said. His brother was still mentally himself right? I mean dean did shoot the witch when he was changed. And in the drive back to the motel they were both having an adult conversation. Dean still... Dean. Thinking and speaking just like he would. Just the tone in his voice then, it truly did sound like a toddler. Sam shook his head knowing Dean was probably just trying to be funny or whatever.

Dean didn't know why he had wanted sam to tuck him in and his answer made Dean's head and shoulders slump. He just wanted someone to stop the nightmares. Yes there's Sam but he doesn't feel as close to him anymore. Ever since Dean had gotten back from hell he had been non stop nightmares every night. Of course it scared Dean, but now it scared Dean to the point where he wants someone to sleep with him so they can comfort him. So he can listen to their steady heart rhythm, their warm breathe hitting Dean's neck, it too in a rhythm, to feel as though he's safe.

He was just craving some love- affection. Someone who won't ever leave him. Who he knows he can always trust, no matter what.

Again sammy was always there for him but he too has left. Dad left. Mom left. Cassie left. Castiel-

"Dean." He heard the familiar gravelled voice from the corner of the room.

Castiel is yet to leave Dean, just like everyone.

His face lit up, his little green eyes glowing, as his body straightened. In a flash Dean was hugging cas', his little chubby cheeks squished into the angels legs.

"Cas you're here! I missed you so much! Cassiel? Can I ask you a queshtion" Dean let go of Castiel to look up into the blue eyed man. His little mouth not able to pronounce some words right.

"I'm sensing a witch did this to you," The angel said, cocking his head to the side examining the happy little boy.

Dean in fact was happy, happier than Cas had ever seen him before. His hair now a lot blonder and longer which covered most of his forehead. His cheeks were a light blush of red, his eyes a bright green brighter than ever and his little lips still plump as ever, that just looked adorable on the boy.

"Yeah! Sammy and I, we were like 'Bang! Bang! Die! Die! And then we got into daddy's car and we were like brrmmm brrmmm!" The green eyed boy said darting across the room shaping his hands into guns and impersonating the sound of the Chevy.

Never did Castiel, Angel of the Lord, smile. Never has and never really thought he would until he saw Dean. The little hunter speeding around the room playing and demonstrating what had happened. Of course Castiel didn't really understand much afterwards as it was jumble talk but it made him smile.

"And yes, what was your question Dean?" He brought up again, intrigued as to what this five year old wanted.

"Can you pwease pinky promise me you won't leave me? Cause I wuv u too much for you to go! You're the best thing that has eva happened to me!" Dean said reaching out grab castiels hand. Castiel frowned at what this boy was questioning him to do but he knew he had to promise Dean one thing.

To never abandon him.

The angel knew dean would have thought about this a lot in his former self but never speaking of it.

It did sadden Castiel that he would think that but he knew he could keep this promise even if he died trying.

This man he raised from perdition meant too much to him and he couldn't dare to loose him in a heart beat. He'd do everything to keep Dean and his brother safe.

And even if he hadn't been around humans for too long he knew exactly how he felt for Dean. It was different then what he felt with Sam or Bobby, they were his friends. But with Dean there was such a strong feeling he couldn't ever explain it.

The little boys hand slipped into Castiel's, Dean's green eyes piercing through Castiel's.

"I promise you, Dean Winchester, I'll never leave you for as long as I am here." Castiel softly smiled and Dean's little finger wrapped around the angels.

Not long after Sam came out of the foggy bathroom, warm steam rushing out as he opened the door. His shaggy brown hair dripping in water onto his clothes as he walked out.

"Thank god Cas you're here, mind helping me out on this one?" Sam said, smiling as he pointed at his brother.

Castiel nodded as he watched Dean look up at his now older brother.

"So for now Dean has been pretty much Dean you know- speaking, thinking like him-"

"Not anymore." Castiel interrupted him.

"What?" Sam frowned in confusion.

"He's starting to become the five year old he once was. I heard that you killed the witch so as I can tell- Dean should be back to his old body in a month."

"Why can't you just change him back now?" Sam snapped.

"Because it's out of my power."

"You're an angel-"

"Yes and with a curse that strong, made by a powerful witch, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it Sam." Castiel could see that dean was getting unsettled by the conflict in the room so gingerly he picked the boy up and rested him upon his hips.

With his times in the park watching the humans interact with their young he remembered seeing a distressed toddler crying after she tripped over. Her mother quickly picked her up and placed her onto her hips where she comforted her daughter saying that she was alright. So that's what Castiel decided to do.

"It's okay Dean." Dean looked up at Castiel, a soft little smile escaping from the little boys lips. Not long after the angel too was smiling. And Dean's smile grew even wider.

Sam watched the two, watching Dean's smile grow. He had never seen Dean smile ever like that before. It was a smile full of security and a sense of hope.

Dean wrapped his little arms around castiels firm body, the boys head digging into his trench coat.

Heavier and heavier Dean's eyelids got as he listened to Castiels pulse against his chest. His head bobbing up and down as Castiel took in and out a breathe.

And not long after, Dean's eyelids finally closed over.

Carefully and slowly Castiel walked over to Dean's bed. Gigantic compared to Dean's little frame making him look even more innocent. Castiel covered Dean with the motel sheets looking again over his face showing nothing but peacefulness.

And with the touch of Castiel's finger on Dean's forehead he made sure Dean was to have a beautiful dream.

Nothing but of him and Dean together, painting, going to the park, eating ice cream, watching the bees.

"He seems so peaceful." Sam finally spoke up, Castiel looked back at him totally forgetting his presence.

"Yeah. He does. Look after him for me Sam," Before Sam could even respond, Castiel was gone.

Sam was woken up by the feeling of someone pulling his eyeballs open. And of course they were.

"Sammmm wake up wake up wake up!!" He heard the little voice of Dean call out to him.

Sam opened his eyes only to come face to face with his brother.

"Go back to sleep buddy, cmon." Sam ushered him by the flick of his arm but of course Dean was up and he wasn't going to go back to sleep any time soon.

"No I wanna go to the park! I wanna see Cassiel there!" The way Dean said the angels name made sam smile at how cute it sounded. It was just too adorable.

Sam slowly got up rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms out wide.

"Have you prayed to him?"

"No I waited for you to get up!" Dean smiled and Sam noticed that the little green eyed boy was still in his over sized clothes.

"Well before we go out anywhere we need to get you changed and get some food." Sam implied heading towards the bathroom to do his normal morning routine.

"Can I please have peanut butter samich please! An I want all the crusts cut off too like what mommy used to do!" Dean jumped up and down around Sam excited at the day to come.

"Is this going to be a long month or what?"

Slowly but surely the month went by and Dean was finally in his old body. He remembered everything that had happened and he couldn't believe what he had said to Castiel that night. It made him flush in embarrassment, how could he ever face the angel now?

"Dean," The sudden gruff voice from behind made dean jump.

"Dammit Cas, you honestly gotta stop doing that man!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to make sure that the witch's spell had worn off and thankfully it has,"

"Yeah, look about the other night," Castiel watched Dean, he knew Dean will struggle next with what he was about to say.

"I- I don't even know where to start," Dean chuckled to himself rubbing a hand over his stubbled chin.

He couldn't do it. He can't. But he had to. He needed to tell the angel how he felt.

"You can tell me anything Dean, you know that," Castiel said, his blue eyes looking deeply into Dean's.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that- you know what? Never mind, it's stupid. Thanks for checking on me but you can go now Cas," As Dean went to turn around to head out of the motel room Castiel grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a firm kiss.

At first Dean's eyes widened in surprise and he didn't know exactly what the hell to do. But he soon fell deep into the kiss and relaxed into it. Slowly Cas pulled away looking at Dean's surprised face.

"Wow," Dean rubbed at his soft plump lips.

"I may not be human but I still have the capacity to feel. And what I've felt for you, Dean, I cannot ever explain. It's a feeling I'm yet not used to and don't think ever will. It's such a strong emotion," Castiel explained, his eyes not leaving Dean's.

Dean only nodded his head, his eyes tracing down to his feet. He still couldn't wrap his head at what had just happened.

"I've always had feeling for you Cas, from the moment we met. Though I never wanted to admit it to myself let alone have the guts to tell you. But the thing is I can never be happy, hunters can never be in a relationship. It always ends in blood-"

"We're stronger than others-" Dean shook his head, interrupting him.

"I can't loose you too, Cas. I can't, I won't." Dean's voice cracked as he tried his best to not let his emotions get the best of him.

Suddenly the front door of the motel room swung open to a very tall lean Winchester, with bags hung from his wrists.

He looked between his brother and the angel only to raise an eyebrow in confusion, noticing something was going on between the two.

"Am I interrupting something?"

[anti-yuri-on-ice]

Hi, my friend thinks Y//o//I is positive representation, whereas I feel it's nothing more than fetishization. I've tried to drop the topic because I'd rather conserve our friendship, but she keeps telling me to provide evidence and won't back down. It's fine if you don't, but I've seen this blog backup their points with sources, and I'm wondering if you have a compilation of your more thorough analyses on why Y//o//I is fanservice. Thanks for all you do.

Hello, I am that one gay man who works here, love when girls decide what is good representation for me.  First off we have our obvious links to another gay man’s review.  Important things for you to have are uncensored kisses and censorship in Japan.  Regardless they’re gonna bring up these points, crush them.Other Links;It’s Up To InterpretationAn Adventure Into The UnknownThe Choreography of the Butt

So guys, you finally did it, you unlocked Mod 3′s opinions on representation.  I’ll say two things straight up;1. Not everyone, especially not every gay man, will agree with me2. I am fine with people liking fanservice, I’m fine with people liking fetishistic stuff, my issue is being handed porn and people going “look it’s good representation of you!”

Because that’s what piss on it is.  It’s basically pg-13 porn.  All these naked dudes to say semi “romantic” mostly-stalkerish things.  With dramatic zooms on their anti-gravity tears and shiny lips.  Like I’m uncomfortable to begin with but let’s talk about the obvious.

Everyone in this show is a fucking twink.

Yes they’re figure skaters, but they’re all twinks and here’s the thing see the twink demographic, it goes primarily to women who want to watch gay porn.  Just like how straight men want to watch hairless big tittied 18-year-old lesbians, women want to watch hairless soft 18-year-old gay men.  All the same.  You can also throw in all those other formulaic things for teen to middle-aged women!  Soft boys who have everything but god they’re just so sad and they’re crying at everything.  Cough every romance novel popular in these age ranges.  So first and most obvious point, they made characters to appeal to women.  What kind of characters appeal to gay men you may ask, well I’m sure some of us like twinks, that’s not a surprise but you’ll mainly find.

Bears.  Yes, we know by now I can’t do these without mentioning Otouto no Otto.  Why can’t I?  Why that would be because it’s a manga with a gay character written by a gay man to teach people about homophobia with no fanservice, despite the fact this author also writes gay porn.  It’s a very different kind of manga, it’s not solely about representation, it’s also about making things better, which I’d happily pick up any day.  This manga is one I’m very happy about.

But back to the point, when people want to appeal more to gay men, you notice a trend in bears, in muscular guys, in tough fighting scenes where they’re all gonna fight, they’re gonna take down the government, and then be forced to kill their loved one or watch them die!  Amazingly all that ridiculous manly, masculine stuff people make fun of?  It all comes in with gay characters too.  In the end, we’re still men, and a lot of us are still into this stuff or at least that’s what the sales chart tells us so.  

So if yuck on fuck ass is meant to be representation for us and not fanservice for fujoshi, why dd we take from the chart that says women, and not men?  Well, answer the first is well they wanted a figure skating anime.  Okay, why does that have to be gay?  Oh well, we need more representation (that’s a lie its because we have a stereotype that figure skating and dancing are feminine hobbies and all men in them are gay whoops did I say that out loud?).  Well, Mod 3, shouldn’t you be happy?  How could they have done this better?

Well my dear strawman of every other anon we get, let’s start by removing this;

The romantic scenes?  No the god fucking awful shiny lips what the fuck is that about anyway.  Seriously, I only ever see lips this shiny in women’s media, and I don’t get it, this is one someone needs to explain to me, why are you all so supposedly into this?  It’s not a focus at all in men's’ media, where did this come from?  And while we’re at it remove this

This is some stalker-ish shit that is the reason Jun// //jou Rom// /antica was a new york times best seller.  Oh?  Did we forget about that?  That while yuck on fuck ass may have sold well so did freaking New York Times Best Seller Jun/ //jou Rom//  //antica.  Number 6 in the manga category!  And oh boy look at this it’s almost like there’s no damn difference.

But hey.  That doesn’t mean all good representation is done by gay men, hell some of it isn’t done with gay men in mind.  But this is where you see a stark difference in what people feel is representation of them.  That’s because we’re all different, so different things relate to us.  But here’s the strict rule.

IF YOU AREN’T A MEMBER OF THE GROUP YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE IF IT IS GOOD REPRESENTATION!

BEING A GAY MAN DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO DECIDE WHAT IS GOOD REPRESENTATION FOR LESBIANS!

BEING A LESBIAN DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO DECIDE WHAT IS GOOD REPRESENTATION FOR GAY MEN!

Yeah, guess what, it’s as simple as that!  I’m white, I quite frankly can not say if yoi had good representation of say Chinese people, based on my own opinions, I have to listen to the various opinions of Chinese people to find out what is the general consensus.  It’s that simple!  And another thing to note;

Gay men can like a thing without it being good representation!  Yep boys, I’m Mod 3, and I fucking like Ade// /kan!  Is it good representation?  NOPE!  Is it meaningless fanservice for girls?  Mostly yeah!  But I have fun with the story and it makes me laugh so I fucking like it regardless!  Things don’t have to be good representation to be liked!!  It’s that simple!!  You don’t need to use everything you like to fuel your moral superiority!

But back on topic, there are things by non-men that I feel I liked as representation.  I like N// o.6, that has emotional teen boys kissing, and that makes it hard to pin down what is so good there.  Might be the fighting and the murder and clear references to real life issues and also gay men destroy the government.  Like yeah, that sounds like the mentality of most of my friends.  Why do I like sam/ //flam?  Superheroes.  Also, I don’t feel sam // /flam is trying too hard for that female audience a lot of the time.  You know I have a list of things I felt were good representation of me, all contain violence.  I’m an incredibly transparent person.

But what makes the best representation?

It being canon and not treated as a fucking joke.

Oh yuck on fuck ass isn’t it SOOOO funny that a couple might get engaged!  Let’s hide the kiss and act all joke-y about it in interviews!  Let’s not have the characters actually talk about a relationship or if they want to be together like adults, let’s not have them even discuss if they want to get married, let’s just use it as a fucking joke for the lulz.  Hilarious.  Not tired at all.  Not done by 500 different shows.  Revolutionary.

If you gave a shit, you wouldn’t have made it a joke.

I’m done for now but expect me to charge back in with more and more links.  For now definitely, check out the review by the man I linked at the start and also check out Rantasmo’s Yaoi Fangirls Need More Gay.

[solaciummeae]

Could You Imagine the Taste of Your Lips; If We’d Never Tried to Kiss | Part 13

MOOD MUSIC

Everyone had expected her to be inconsolable after the night of the blow out with Jude and Sam. They’d all figured she’d lock herself in her room and refuse to get out of bed. She could hear it in their thoughts and sense it in their emotions toward her– concern, apprehension, sympathy, and uncertainty.

Anyone who came near her oozed every one of these things and after the first forty-eight hours or so, she’d had enough. Something inside of her had just sort of snapped. Maybe it was the need to prove everyone wrong about her. Maybe it was her own need to feel better about herself. Or maybe, she just needed something to focus on to move past the idea that Jude was gone.

Admittedly, at times she was a little too eager– too motivated to be different than she’d been– to be better. It had started with putting herself on a regular schedule– which was sometimes more difficult than it seemed with the life she led. But every day, she got up– had her coffee, ate breakfast, ran two miles, trained with Dean, trained with Zoey, lunch, weight workout, research for a solid four or five hours, cleaning the house, dinner, shower, recording her progress in her journal, sleep. It was a routine that fell into place almost a little too well– so much so that those around her treated her with caution.

“Maybe you should take a break Emma. Maybe you should rest today. Maybe you just need a time out.”

These were all things that her family kept encouraging numerous times, in a variety of phrasings. Still, she pushed herself. She reminds herself that the nagging at the back of her mind in a particular blonde bitch’s voice didn’t help.

Yes, it had been a good four months since Myranda had left– never to return– but Emma still heard her words constantly. It kept her moving during the day, fighting to combat the negativity with her own productivity. Sometimes, she was so busy keeping up her schedule that she forgot to think about things like Jude and the future they’d lost. This was fine with her because it was exactly what she needed to do– what was healthy– to move on with her life and not look back on what could’ve been.

Adam still stopped by on occasion but she’d put less stock into him. He was a reminder that as far as she’d come from Jude, there was still a turning point where they wound up back together. If they’d didn’t, then Adam wouldn’t even exist. This was something she was even more determined to change regardless of what it meant for the boy she’d once loved with so much of her heart.

It had also become quite clear that he’d been spending a lot more time with Jude because he tried to give her updates every now and then. “Well, not that you care– but Dad’s still a mess, unlike you– Wonder Woman Mommy.” He’d tell her, right before he made to leave. He always left when the topic turned to Jude because he knew that Emma would tune him out anyway. But then, a certain wall had formed around her heart and she’d become intent of building it thicker and higher every day.

In a sense, she’d lost the sweetness that had been so much a part of her for so long. A touch of innocence that came with her condition has been forced out of her. She wasn’t a dreamer as she had been, she was a realist. She almost prided herself on it.

Another month had passed without so much a single visit from Adam. She’d just begun to think he’d vanished when he’d shown up looking almost panicked. She still remembers the argument vividly.

“Mom–” He’d been cut short.

“Don’t call me that– my name is Emma. I’m not your Mommy– not anymore.” She warns him coldly, putting on her boxing gloves. She’d just come back from her run and was aiming to get some work in with her punching bag when he’d shown up. She moved in on the bag and started taking jabs here and there, slowly at first and then more rapidly, alternating swings.

“You can’t just disown me because you decided you’re not in love with him anymore you know? Obviously, I’m still here so somewhere down the road–” He begins angrily.

“Don’t say it,” She orders, slamming her fist into the bag again with so much power the whole thing shakes on its stand.

“How can you do this? I get that Dad fucked up– but you’re sentencing me to death– or worse– non-existence.” He accuses, narrowing his eyes at her as he feels himself losing patience quickly. “How can you be so selfish?”

She’d half a mind to let her hand slip and give him a good knock to his jawbone. Something in her mind sparks though– a reminder that regardless of the fact the he’s an adult– he is her child. She hits the bag in rhythm a few more times before stopping to glare at him. “I’m selfish? Do you actually know what happened or are you pretending it didn’t– or maybe– you’re taking his side because you haven’t heard mine.”

“I’ve only heard your side from everyone else but you because you refuse to talk about it. That’s not strength Emma, that’s pushing it down until at some point its going to rear its ugly head and you’ll be sorry you didn’t.” He retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.

She snorts. “I’ve talked about it plenty– and now I’m doing the healthiest thing I could possibly do– letting go, moving on, and becoming better from my mistakes.”

“Is that what he is to you?” Adam demands. “A mistake?”

“Yes!” Emma cries immediately. She stares him down without another word as if its already final with nothing left to say on the matter.

“Right. Well please forgive me for thinking there was still a heart buried somewhere inside that hard, sculpted exterior you’ve worked so much for.” He replies defiantly. “Guess I’ll just go spend the rest of whatever time I’ve got left with the parent who actually still cares that I had a life– a life I won’t get to go back to.” He pauses to huff a bitter laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure my fiance won’t miss me– my brothers and sisters– well they won’t exist either so no need to worry about disappointing them. Probably won’t even feel it happen–” He shrugs, keeping a steady eye on her. “But you know what Mom, its all good because this way– you’ve successfully saved Dad from going to hell– because there won’t be anyone to sacrifice his immortal soul for.” He finishes, before storming off and leaving her to process his words.

She shakes her head now to free herself of the images and words that rush through her mind. Its just too much, she can’t do it. She can’t just forgive him for what he’d done. She’s come too far to go right back to where she’d been. She can’t be that person anymore.

Nevertheless, in the process of ridding herself of the bad– she’s also ridding the world of an unknown number of children– of lives. Adam always talked about his siblings as though he had many of them and she can’t help but think of all the people she’s hurting by seemingly abandoning them.

“Hey– space cadet– you’re late for training– what’s up?” Dean calls playfully, leaning into her room.

She blinks a few times, her eyes watering as she begins to think on just how much had changed. She and Dean hadn’t gotten closer– scary close. He’d taught her how to fight, how to defend herself, weapons maintenance, all of the little tricks of the trade that she hadn’t paid attention to so much when she’d first come here almost five years ago now. In a way, Dean had made her the most lethal.

Sam had helped her with research, logistics of cases, navigating the ins and outs of hunts without getting caught by authorities. Zoey had been probably the most crucial piece to Emma’s success. She’d worked with her day in and day out to block out the voices in her head, to find her focus, to use the gifts that came with her curse to her advantage.

She’d become a force to be reckoned with and still, when memories like the one she’d been thinking of crept in– she became vulnerable all over again. She looks up at Dean as if she doesn’t even know how to respond, so her mouth sort of just hangs open.

He moves over to her, always worried that she’s going to push herself to hard and wind up in the hospital. Selfish as it was, he’d grown so used to spending large quantities of time with her every day. If she had to go away for any amount of time, he almost wouldn’t know what to do with himself– what to do without her.

She was such an enigma to him and hadn’t been anything like he’d thought when they met all those years ago. He finds his thoughts moving quickly over all of this as he brings his hands to cradle her face. “What is it? What happened?” He asks softly, his eyebrows pulling together in deep concentration.

She shakes her head even in his hold, pushing out a disbelieving laugh as she can’t help not staying out of his head. As the smile lingers on her face, her eyes shy away.

‘I wish you knew– how much I love you.’ He doesn’t even know she’s listening or else he’d probably not let himself think it so freely. How she’d become so much more in his life than he could have ever dreamed. He just assumes she’s laughing at his concern for her, but the quiet smile across her lips– its enough to soften his insides.

She blinks slowly, her eyes coming back up to battle the light green of his own. “I do…” She replies to him– well his thoughts at least.

“Come again?” He blurts out in confusion.

“I do know…” She repeats slowly, a sense of calm coming from the strength that radiates from the man before her.

At first his mind becomes a mess of confusion over what she means. Her answers didn’t make any sense in relation to the questions he’d asked. Then suddenly it dawns on him that she wasn’t replying to his vocal words, but those in his mind.

He scoffs, dropping his hands and rubbing them on his jeans as if embarrassed. “Well uh–…” His eyes now dodge her own for fear that he’ll get too lost to speak. ‘Too late.’

Another small knowing smirk returns to her face as she too realizes she’d been mistaken. Maybe it hadn’t been the kind of love she’d thought he meant. Maybe over the past few months, she hadn’t been imagining things when he stole glances and became awkward in her presence. “Oh…” She says softly.

She reaches up to touch his face, bringing him back to face her. If this had been the Emma before, she’d never have enough confidence to be so bold– but this was Emma now. She looks on him as if he reminds her of coming home at the end of the longest day she just needed solace from.

“Are you in love with me Dean Winchester?” She questions gently, her thumb moving over the hollow of his cheek. There’s no hint of teasing in her voice, nor any sign of ego. She’s simply asking for confirmation of what she already suspects. Even if it is a little hard to believe– she can’t help but wonder if maybe love hasn’t given up on her yet.

He wasn’t always the greatest with his words. When he was nervous– something Emma had a talent for making him to be– he tended to get mixed up. Even with the delicate touch of her hand on his face, he casts his eyes down with a telltale smirk of his own.

His eyes dart up just long enough to lock in on his target before he presses his lips firmly to hers. His hands find their way to her hips, pulling her closer to him. He wonders if she’ll push him away– if this is too soon and he’s pushing her too far– but she doesn’t.

Emma relaxes into his hold, listening to the humming in his mind– an old classic rock song. Most women might be offended at knowing what was going on in his mind. However, Emma knows Dean better than most women. This was something he did to cope when riddled with anxiety. Her own lips move slowly in time with his, her other hand rising to meet the other around the nape of his neck. She can’t explain the deep sense of hope that rises within her– or the love she often hid from even the people she felt it toward these days. She lingers in his hold for perhaps the easiest and most healing kiss she can ever remember receiving. As she pulls away smoothly, her lips bounce on his a few more times. She opens her eyes to look up at him again and gauge all that this means.

Dean wears the most lopsided grin on his face, even with his eyes still closed. When he finally looks at her again, he can’t help but want to reconnect his lips to hers– but he doesn’t. “Maybe we can just skip training today– wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He suggests, eliciting a frown across her features.

“But I’m already dressed for it.” She challenges.

His eyes flash down to the active wear shorts and sports bra he’d long since become desensitized to. Somehow, it triggers his mind to go off in a way he’d forced it not to all those times before. “As much as that little outfit of yours really shows off all of your–” He falters at receiving a quirk of her left eyebrow. “Assets.” He finishes, swallowing. “Maybe you could put on something a little softer on the eye and we could– I dunno–….”

Her right eyebrow arches with the other and she looks at him expectantly. “I’m not following…” She lies, even though his mind his practically screaming at her.

‘A date– a DATE, damn it– why does she have to be so–’

“So what?” She inquires, pushing him further.

“Well damn it all to hell Emma– if you’re just gonna read my mind there’s no use in me runnin’ my mouth.” He complains, scowling at her as if offended. It was still something he was getting used to. She’d gotten so good at controlling her abilities– abilities that up until now, he hadn’t been sure she ever used on him.

‘So perfect–’ He begins in his head before continuing out loud. “And still the biggest pain in my ass.” He tells her gruffly.

She laughs at his frustration with her, but it isn’t hurtful. She hasn’t really laughed like this in a long time, nor let her guard down this way in what seemed like forever.

She can’t fathom a way that Dean could ever let her down. The Winchester men were good that way. While Sam was her best friend, someone who loved her as the little sister he’d never had– Dean was different. It isn’t until now that she accepts just how different it was. “At least you don’t hate me anymore? Right?” She shrugs.

“I never hated you.” He blows it off as if she’s just making things up now.

“Oh yeah? I think once upon a time you were sure I was going to get you all killed and probably burn this whole place to the ground in a fit of crazy.” She snorts with amusement. For some reason, his demeanor becomes more serious than it had been before.

Dean tightens his grip at her sides. “Don’t– don’t call yourself that.”

At first, she’s not even sure what she said, but then it occurs to her. He doesn’t like that she implied that she’s “crazy.” Her eyes fall to the grey fabric of his shirt. She’s about to ask why– to tell him that its true– but as if he’s telepathic himself he shakes his head. His fingers come to her chin, pulling her to look him in the eyes again.

“Because I don’t like it– and its not true.” He finishes with more certainty in himself this time.

The emotions behind this exchange start to flow through her almost intoxicating her entire being. The smile returns to her own face and she nods to him slowly in acceptance.

“So how about that date?” She offers, causing his lips to rush toward and overtake hers once more.

[willreadforbooze]

Hey everyone!!

This week showed us, not for the first time, that this country is going to hell in a hand basket. There is absolutely no reason that black people and people of color are still being murdered by police. We are saddened by the number of people that still don’t understand the Black Lives Matter movement. If your first instinct at hearing that black lives are just as important as white ones is to argue, you are the problem. We proudly stand with BLM and will continue to uplift the voices of black people in this country and across the globe.

On that note, this isn’t the first list of Black content creators that has ever been made (they’ve been circling the internet since the internet was born) but here are some of our faves:

Our very own P$, Parker, Chef Boyar P. The love of our lives. He is a co-founder of this blog, and his content is *chef’s kiss* superb if we do say so ourselves. Check out any of his reviews like this one or this one or this one

Bee, But Bookish

My Name is Marines

Bow ties and Books

BanualCosmos

OhSheReads

and entirely too many more HERE is a great tweet from Bee with a whole list of other black bloggers

Sam’s Update

Welp, this week was a heaping pile of shit.

What Sam Finished:

A Song Below Water by Bethany C. Morrow: It is not physically possible for me to scream loudly enough about this book. There are so many things I loved about it. It’s powerful. The characters are well rounded. The mystery is juicy. The message is undeniable. The magic is cool AF. And all while reminding us that teenagers have a fuck ton of shit to deal with and their anxiety is real and warranted. Even when you’re not a mermaid. Drunk review coming.

Well Met by Jen DeLuca: This was adorable. I haven’t read a fluffy romance in so long and I fucking deserved it. This is a hate to love at a Ren Faire. COME AT ME.

What Sam is Currently Reading:

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal: Only barely started this audiobook but I have been excited to read this book since it came out and I was stoked to see my hold come through at the library. I also have a physical copy so we’ll see if I switch back and forth. What I can gather right now is that there’s a woman disguising herself as a man and this other guy is a death god. I really don’t need more.

Queen of the Conquered by Kacen Callender: I’ve had this book for ages but I hadn’t gotten around to it. Then a few things happened, Sam from Thoughts on Tomes review came out and she loved it. And then Kheryn was at Bookconline and I loved what they had to say. And then the world went to shit. The gods were saying “Sam, it’s time” This is an islander fantasy story where our main character, a woman of color serving as a sugar plantation owner. She can read minds. She has this master plan to take down the white man. So I’m in to that.

What Sam put down:

Forged in Fire and Stars by Andrea Roberson: I was pretty excited by the thought of blacksmith magic but I got about 125 pages in and nothing had happened. Ginny reminded me what happened when I read too many mediocre books (a massive slump) so I put it down.

Ship of Magic by Robin Hobb: I will get to this one day, but when you listen to the first 45 minutes of an audiobook that’s over 13 hours long and you can’t remember a thing about what happened… it’s not your time to read it. I’ll get there.

Ginny’s Update

Guys, I don’t have to do Jury Duty right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done jury duty before and I’ll do it again, but there’s a lot going on right now, and, it’s just a relief. Got a lot done this week.

What Ginny Finished:

The Vicar’s Daughter by Josi S. Kilpack: This book was fine. Basic plot, girl falls in love with the guy she’s been writing letters to while pretending to be her sister, b/c the sister needs to be married before girl goes into society. The ending felt a little rushed but I actually really liked the way the sister grew from this book. I felt there were a few different easy outs, and this book didn’t take one of them.

Hex Vet: The Fly Surgery by Sam Davies: this graphic novel was super cute and easy to follow even though it was the second book in a series (and I didn’t read the first). The art was very stylized and a lot of fun, with a fairly cute magical world.

Lumberjanes: The Shape of Friendship by Many People: Again, this was quite cute. I enjoy the way the lumberjanes have a variety of friendships and relationships where everyone interacts with everyone in different ways. The story for this was also fun. I particularly enjoyed Jenn’s story line from all of the history I have with Lumberjanes

Before the Dawn by Beverly Jenkins: Support black authors!! Also Beverly Jenkins is a delight. Leah Barnett marries her mother’s boyfriend on his death bed because he wanted to take care of her. This means that his sons (that she didn’t know about) aren’t thrilled. And yet, chemistry… This book feels oddly timely (a major plotline is local lawyers refusing to take a case from a person “of the race.”) Race always greatly affects the way characters are treated in her books and this book is no different. Leah is a fun character and I kind of enjoyed her occasional pettiness and the thought of “He’s gonna feel really bad about this later for reasons he doesn’t know yet,” when someone’s being a dick.

Big Black: Stand at Attica by Frank “Big Black” Smith and Jared Reinmuth: This is another book where it was just the right time to read it, painful as it is. This book follows an event in a prison in the 1971 when the prisoners rioted due to inhumane conditions. “Big Black” was one of the prisoners who was fighting for some basic rights (rights that are frankly still being fought for today). The story felt a little disjointed and could be a little hard to follow, but the artwork was stark in a way that made the atrocities of the guards so much more poignant.

Hell on Wheels by Julie Ann Walker: I snagged this book at bookcon a bunch of years ago and boy was right now not the right time to read this book. The main characters are all ex-military with too much testosterone and the belief that just being a patriot is enough to make someone a good person. this book did come out in 2012, but I feel like even then the increasing militarization of our police force was an issue. Regardless kindergarten teacher (whose name I have forgotten) is in danger b/c of her dead brother and goes to dead brother’s bf, nicknamed Ghost (yes, it’s that kind of book, sigh) for protection.

What Ginny is Currently Reading:

Strange Exit by Parker Peevyhouse: Sam grabbed this for me at ALA but I think it came out in January… After a catastrophic war on Earth, a bunch of highschoolers were sent into space, but put in a simulation (and possibly cryogenic sleep) in order to… I don’t know, keep their minds healthy? the explanations of the simulation are fairly interesting and there are a few mysteries that seem like they’ll be interesting.

On Hold Again:

The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown: Yeah, another one of these so close to the last one. But hey, that’s how library holds tend to go. I’m liking this one a little better b/c this book deals with “how to live wholeheartedly” which  means accepting your faults and recognizing the good. That’s a little more my speed.

Minda’s Update

It’s definitely been a week. Black lives matter.

What Minda is reading now:

All Adults Here by Emma Straub – A reflection on parenting across three generations “and all the other things that follow us into adulthood, whether we like them to or not.” I’ve liked her books in the past—we’ll see if I’m in the mood for it right now.

What Minda finished:

Riot Baby by Toni Onyebuchi – Two siblings live the black American experience while wrestling with extraordinary power. A great read for the current climate, to say the least. Parker has an on-point review.

The Jewel Thief by Jeannie Mobley – After being accused of stealing King Louie XIV’s diamond, she only has one chance to convince him of her innocence and win back her true love. Really enjoyed this one

Until next time, we main forever drunkenly yours,

Sam, Ginny, and Minda

Weekly Wrap-Up: June 1 – 7, 2020 Hey everyone!! This week showed us, not for the first time, that this country is going to hell in a hand basket.

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YouthWorks (2018)

This being my first time as a supervisor and my umpteenth time with kids, I wonder the difference between this and summer camp. There are rules, there is learning, and there is struggle. I half-jokingly said to a coworker that I’d have a hard time not calling any of my workers “honey” because I always end up being very maternal. I wish there was more room for such words, but I’d like to think there is evidence in how I treat them

Most recently, I’ve found myself yearning for clarity: “How do I treat this child like an employee? Where is the love?” It’s a fucking difficult job. Impossible almost, to say “I am in charge of you” and “I love you.” I never say the second one while I’m on the clock, except in secret to a coworker. This gets tricky when you come across a teen worker in desperate need of those three words, and you cannot be the one to give it to them.

Two days ago, I sent a worker home. Truthfully, I could have done this within the second week, because he really is that unruly. But I waited. Kept telling myself “he just needs a few more chances,” until he crossed one too many lines. What gave me hesitation is a story he told me and his coworkers. He explained it playfully and cool, the way someone who has a certain reputation must hold. I was giving a Skill Builder lesson on “Managing Strong Emotions” and asked the group to share a time when someone responded inappropriately to a strong emotion. He told us about a time an administrator, a grown man, provoked him by pushing him because he had no hall pass. This same administrator choked him and threw his body to the ground. 

I don’t remember how the others reacted; he told the story like it was a funny bar fight; like he’d won. He even stood and pantomimed some of the reaction. I was mortified. Everyone copes with trauma in their own way, humor being my personal favorite. I worried, however, that no one would ever apologize for what happened. So I did. He didn’t really react, but I think he heard me.

This worker, we’ll call him Sam, is no slim jim. He is only 14 but a little large and rather dark-skinned. In other words, he already looks threatening. I think he knows this, or is catching on. Another of my teen workers added that this happened to him, too. It’s not a coincidence that he’s also big and dark-skinned. I felt like an outsider apologizing to them. Like a white savior visiting an African country to distribute food. Good work, but also “Who the hell am I?” I’m aware of the violence and prejudice against dark-skinned boys and men, but the victims had never been so humanized, right in front of me, and so young. Old enough to suffer, and too young to put their finger on it.

Sam has deep-seated authority issues. He’s almost impulsively combative and vindictive. Every rule I give the group, he thinks is personally designed to torment him.  Unfortunately, his mind is also almost too immature to let things like logic and encouragement sink in. The YouthWorks program is almost over and I’m worried that he’s learned nothing. In his mind, he probably has no reason to trust me or any other adult. But I still hope that my rules and transparency have been fair enough to show him that adults are capable of being fair, and that he is worthy of fairness. I hope the way I treat and talk to all my workers shows them that. But I’m also terrified that coming to such a realization requires a certain amount of innocence and trust; senses which may have already been taken before I arrived.

It would take maybe three more adults like me to give him patience and attention that would only begin to make up for the darkness in his life. Where are they?

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2017-07(July)-10--Monday.

2017-07(July)-10--Monday.

As I write this, there are about 15-21 aboriginals roaming all over and blocking the streets.

But they are not simply just blocking the streets. As I said, they are roaming all about as well, going wherever they feel like going and into anyones property at will.

There is a huge hole in the 'fence' of the rented picketted house that the abos have smashed, so large that they can simply do not even get off their pusbikes as they go through. (yes, it's THAT big now)

Do NOT think that these criminal abo's are just wandering about and are harmless. They ARE criminal. Right from the toddler they let roam free at will on the roads, to all the criminal aboriginal adult (of which there is a very great number) in the Kalara Way street now ensconsed in several houses.

Earlier in the morning, the overweight abo woman of the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD (only one of many now), she ambled out barefoot from there and walked straight through the masive hole in the fence of the rented picket fenced house (which of course the abo' do NOT own or rent), there she 'collected' several younger abo's and took them with her to the corner shops but only for a few minutes. Then they all just went back to wherever they wanted to.

One thing that occurred recently over the last few days was an adult woman of the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD was walking on the footpath and yelling out to a criminal abo man of the same place, "They don't listen to ANYTHING I say!" -- I have no idea what she she was yelling louldy about, but it describes the criminal mini-criminals they house in their rented house that roam the streets and commit crime night and day. Of course the man just yelled something theatening back at her and kept walking away.

On Friday, two days ago, just as it was getting dark, West Australian Police came and hauled off in the back of their Police paddy wagon (the old style) vehicle, an abo man. There had been violent and VERY loud sounds coming out of the aboriginal house. That house is the SAME house that was for a decade an abo drug dealer well known to Police and authorities, but the Police and authorities had become utterly powerless to do anything about it other than just to be servants to aboriginals. (it has remained that way with all the abo housings i Kalara Way street it seems).

Earlier in the week on Monday (3-July 2016), there was another incident reported to Police whereby a male person was tearing about all over teh stret verges (tearing them up) and all over all the roads for vast distances on an illegal unlicensed 4-wheeled quad bike. At one point he road up Kalaar Way street and was actively looking for aboriginals at 3 Kalara Way (the rented criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD) then he went to the masive hole in the fence of the rented corner picket fenced house and met up with all his associates there on the street verge. One of them got onto the rear with him on the quad bike and they roared off on street verges and streets all through the nighborhood before eventually returning again.

At one point the quad bike took of very hard on purpose and caused the rear pasenger to literally flip right over the back and land heavily upon the hard dirt ground of the verge. (oh how I wish he had broken his neck)

The qud bike then went beserk doing an insane amount of spinning about as the rear passenger literally crawled off on the ground to avoid further injury. (these offroad quad bikes do NOT have proper ability to carry a rear passenger, let alone be permitted to be on ANY roads but the criminals do not care about law at all. Absolutely nothing.)

The quad bike spunabut so hard and so much that it sent a torrent of verge dirt to cover Kalara Way street from one kerb to the next. (so much for the rental residents earlier hard work some months ago to cover the street verge with dirt to fill in the massive bare holes and clay dirt. All that was for nothing courtesy of the criminal aboriginals who destroy everything they can.)

The quad bike then roared off but later was heard at night roaring about the nighborhood that day.

TODAY....that same quad bike was AGAIN heard roaring all about on the roads going wherever the hell it wanted and of course stating that the West Australian Police are useless to catch him. And they are.

As the quad bike was roaring about today, the criminal abo's congregated on the roads and were actively wanting it to return to amuse them because they are such useless criminal shits.

Yesterday on Sunday, it was the turn of female criminal abo's on the streets, standing on the roads and in the road intersection and making cars go around them whilst they refused to move.

At one point a female was holding a young toddler in her arms standing in the intersection ON the road and being insane with two others. A innocent car came along behind her and was forced to stop literally almost touching her with the front of the vehicle. But she was so out of it and couldn't care less as they all do, that when she turned around on the road and saw the vehicle, she simply blustered, "Oh sorry......" -- The car wended it's way past the others and her and went away. -- It should have run them all over for the feral animals they are.

EVERY MONDAY for countless months, Police level incidents (and the after flow-ons from earlier ones) will probably result in yet again a West Australian Police visit to the criminal households in Kalara Way street.

And of course there everyday are the 'anonymous' vehicles turning up at the abo criminal huseholds.

And of course there everyday are the vehicles coming into and out of the abo criminal households, going away for a short time only to return a short while later. That goes on ALL DAY and ALL NIGHT.

Currently as I write this, there are feral aborigials smashing things on the roads. It's what they do. It's who they are.

And they are yelling loudly all along the streets. And I do mean LOUDLY. They have no ability whatsoever to speak to each other at a normal volume of speech.

All that goes on EVERY night and EVERY day.

Practically EVERY week, West Australian Police very quietly go to the abo criminal household. The last time was only a week ago. Then came the other incident. They love brushing off feckless West Australian Police and authorities. The criminal are in control. The West Austrlian Police just brush up the crumbs of their abo criminality.

Recently over the past week it had been raining. But ALL the criminal abo's simply walk and wander about IN THE RAIN wearing black clothing and jackets that does nothing to keep them dry. They don't care. - Any umbrellas they are given or they steal (yes they do that), they simply treat as toys to smash up and become litter in the streets.

Also heard this morning was one abo on a pushbike yelling out to another for the group of them to go over to the nearby across the road Koongamia school. There is NO school. They do NOT go to school EVER. It is school holidays, and as such the school is a target for their criminality, whether it occurs today or in darkness, it is inevitable.

This is the hellhole the criminals have made the the Kalara streets, the Koongamia shops (which are attacked and robbed from regularly, the innocent residents that nobody in authority gives a damn about but who authroities instead insanely constantly defer and reward the crimial abo's, and everyday and everynight it is a siege of innocent residents who know that Police and authorities can not, will not, and do not fix but allow to get worse and worse all because of the criminal abo's.

It's is laughable (were it not so horrendous and hell) how the aboriginals (and an army of others) across Australia are rampantly pushing in the media and NEWS a constant stream of 'good news' aboriginal stories. But the reality is completely different no matter how much they blatantly lie. There are places just as in the Kalara streets where criminal abo's run rampant, untouched, and without any consequences, who prey and make life hell for everyone about them, even their own. The adults never went to school, their filthy criminal offspring don't go to school...and all this they demand is their 'heitage' and they should be rewarded for.

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Sam & Max and I are VERY upset and ill ALL the time as you can imagine, with criminals roaming at will night and day.

It has been VERY cold. Once again, I cannot get warm, just as dear Sam & Max cannot get warm. I have been feeding them warm food as best I can but it is not real food. They will perish.

I am about to try to have something to eat and take pain pills.

TERRIBLE jet aircraft noise has been just that...TERRIBLE. It started around 10:20pm Sunday night. Then on Monday very much so before dawn, MASSIVE jet noise from Perth Airport flying close overhead of jets taking off and low was so much so that there was around 2 every minute. NOT just once but hour after hour....

And of course that woke me up and kept me awake.

And it also woke dear Sam & Max up all night. Then, because they kept demanding to be let outside for ablutions (actually waking me up to make me do it), every 2 hours or so I was ripped from sleep that I struggled to get so I had to take them outside. - Perhaps it might have also been criminal abo's romaing about in darkness, I don't know.

But the jet aicraft noise roaring right overhead of large jets taking off was CONSTANT and tremendous.

The closer it got to dawn, you could tell the airport was tailing-off the jets, and then allowing the noisy multi-propellor aircraft to make noise. That's NOT to say the jets are any less noisier than the propellor planes.

P@12:29---I love you Fliss and want to be with you. I am in so much pain and suffering, so very very much.