#i KNEW i shouldn’t have started a rewatch i KNEW i would get too into it

[deanofsam]

for me it’s not really about the sex. it’s about the smiles and the laughter the unshed tears in their eyes the white knuckle gripping of each other bc they’re all that they have left and they’re the only ones who can possibly understand each other. it’s about their lives being more intertwined than any two people’s have any right to be, it’s about how they want and they want and they want, but they don’t know exactly what they want from each other, not really, they just know they want to be close (need to be close), side by side, they don’t even need to be touching necessarily, though they do, just have the reassurance that they could if they needed to, it’s their inescapable codependency with each other, it’s the long searching gazes, it’s the silent don’t leave me don’t leave me in the clench of a jaw, stuffed down and unsaid because it’s something that can’t be said, not with them, it’s the looking away when the feelings of love-ache-want become too overwhelming and threaten to bubble up out of their chest and spill out all over the inside of their stupid car, it’s about losing their minds whenever the other is threatened and throwing all their principles and morality to the wayside until they’re safe and together again, it’s about knowing each other in the small things it’s about doing anything for each other in the big things, it’s about there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you, it’s about dying for each other over and over, it’s about their lives being empty without the other even when everything else about their life is better, it’s about dean and sam and sam and dean and all that they mean to each other. and yeah. sometimes it’s also about the sex

[barbiiecams]

„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭

good over here

drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.

you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.

not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.

not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.

right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.

“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.

drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”

you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.

his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.

but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.

you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.

drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.

“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.

“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

JD. your brother.

you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.

‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.

hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.

you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.

“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.

“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.

“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.

“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.

because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.

seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.

you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.

but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.

and you didn’t realize until it was too late.

you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.

“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.

“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.

“umm…” was all you could get out.

“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?” JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.

“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.

when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.

“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.

drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”

this makes you giggle, “okay.”

“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”

“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”

“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.

your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”

JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”

you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.

JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”

you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”

JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”

you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”

drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.

“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.

“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.

the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.

“does anyone else know?” he asks

you shake your head. “just you guys now.”

your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.

“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.

getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.

“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”

“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”

—

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

¡Yandere! Paulie Lombardo

204. “Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!”

169. “Only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. “

A/N: Finally writing paulie. This is kind of like the situation that Sarah was in and the guys went to go deal with them because of it. I was rewatching the clips and remembered how upset he was about it. Thought a similar situation could happen to his darling since yandere paulie is just off his rockers..

Warnings: toxic themessss, references to being harmed, violence, Paulie trying not to flip his shit but failing

Requests: open 24/7

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He knew he shouldn’t have been so foolish to let you go out alone. Paulie just couldn’t resist your adorable little puppy eyes and the softness of your voice pleading to go out to the store while he took care of business.

Truth be told he had such a huge soft spot for his darling Y/N. He just loves you so much and he hates saying no to you. It pains him to see you upset.

But now he’d much rather have you pouting in your shared bedroom all day than to have those sons of bitches touch you the way they did.

It was the Morello boys, they were waiting a block down from Paulie’s place in hopes that it’d be the gangster they’d catch off guard….not you.

But might as well have fun with such a pretty face like you. It’s not often that you’ll see a beauty such as yourself traveling alone in Lost Haven. The added plus is that they knew just how much this would kill Paulie to know his precious little princes was taken advantage of by his opposing mob.

Luckily for you Paulie just couldn’t rest knowing that you were out alone. Would if you left him? Or what if something happened to you….

He made the guys take a detour down by his side of town just to check on you and make sure everything was alright.

I won’t get into any details but it'd be a blessing that the guys got there when they did or it would’ve been worse than what it already was.

Immediately, Paulie got you into the back of the car and had Sam sit with you, covering you from the wrath he unleashed onto the young boys.

Paulie may be an old brute now but he definitely was still a brute. He’s never been so angry in his entire life, he doesn’t know exactly what took over him or even exactly what he did to all of them but let’s just say the term “biting the curb” is far too faint of a word to describe the kind of violence he did. He didn’t stop until their blood painted the block crimson.

You didn’t quite see what happened to them but you do remember the curses Paulie let out and the sickened faces on Tommy and Sam. Not even they thought Paulie could be so damn dangerous. Neither of them sure as hell are going to try to get in the way.

The other guys covered for Paulie so he could take you home and make sure you were okay.

The whole ride home he was completely silent, nothing escaped him outside of the deep pants from the brewing furry and adrenaline rush.

When you finally got into the apartment building Paulie grabbed your arm and pulled you all away up the stairs and through the hallways into his apartment.

Still he didn’t speak to you and at this point, tears swelled your eyes thinking he was upset with you and that it was your fault.

“Paulie…?”

“Not now sweetheart.” Paulie torted as he pulled you into the bathroom with him, starting up a warm bath.

“P-paulie…? I-I’m sor-“ he cut you off not even registering your cries.

“Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!” He exclaimed as he started to pull your top off.

“Paulie please stop! I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen….I promise I told them to leave me alone! I told them I was only yours! Paulie I p-promise!”

Taking a breath he started to calm down, softening his expression and grip on you.

“I’m so sorry Angel…no- no I’m not upset with you.”

Paulie pulled you into his chest and ran his course fingers through your hair.

“I could never be upset with you. Don’t apologize for what those damn bastards did to you. I’m upset with myself. I should have never left you alone.”

Paulie cupped your face into his hands, plating a gentle kiss into your forehead.

“ only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. They nearly took my sunshine away from me and that just makes me so-“

Falling to his knees he pleaded to you..

“Please forgive me, Y/N.I’m so sorry please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll protect you. I won’t ever leave you alone again. O-or raise my voice to you. I'll even go behind Salieri and kill the entire family if it’ll prove to you that I can protect you..”

[1-imaginary-girl]

I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: You and Eggsy have continued seeing each other after the incident. The only problem is, Eggsy only sees you when he's injured. Will he find the courage to tell you how he really feels? Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Talk about minor injuries, but overall fluff again.

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

A/N: The second part is finally here! I rewatched "Robin Hood" recently and it got me back into the Taron Egerton headspace. God I love that man. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eggsy is walking out of a Kingsman meeting and he can feel the fatigue settling into his bones. Without having a mission to focus on, spy work can be rather boring. Especially during meetings like those. He's trudging down the hall when suddenly, he feels a buzz from his phone. He takes it out and instantly a smile appears on his face.

He received a text message from you saying: Did your meeting kill you with boredom? :P

He laughs to himself before responding: It was fucking dreadful, but thankfully I will live to see another day.

Ever since that fateful night where Eggsy got hit by your car, the two of you have stayed in touch. He thinks he’s actually found a friend in you. It feels nice to have someone to talk to about being a spy, other than his fellow Kingsman agents. Maybe Eggsy shouldn’t be telling you the information he does, but he can’t help it. There’s something about you that makes him want to tell you everything and he knows he can trust you. And you already knew he was a spy, so he figured what’s a few more secrets to spill?

Eggsy loves having you in his life. The only thing he doesn’t love is that the two of you don’t really hang out other than when he gets hurt. Yes, Eggsy has continued to visit you, his favourite nurse, whenever he gets injured in the field. Once, he even paid you a visit after fighting practice with Roxy resulted in a nasty black eye. You didn’t appear mad at him for wasting your time, since all you could really do is offer him an ice pack. You just tended to him as you often did and the two of you talked the night away.

It isn’t even a conscious decision anymore to go to you. He just always finds himself making the journey to your place with a new injury. The first time it happened after the car accident, it was because he had gotten injured near your place and thought it would be easier than returning to base or even going home. But after a few visits, he found himself just wanting to be with you, injured or not.

After this realization, he began to feel bad about selfishly wanting you to be the one who fixes him. After all, you already spend all day tending to patients. So he told you:

“Are you sure you don’t mind fixing me up all the time? I’m starting to feel bad for inconveniencing you.” 

But instead of agreeing, you smiled at him and said, “Eggsy Unwin, you could never be an inconvenience. Don’t tell anyone, but out of all of my patients, you’re my favourite.”

His heart sped up at that, so he cracked a joke. “I’m sure that’s what you tell all your patients.”

“Only the handsome ones,” you replied with a wink that caused a shade of pink to bloom on his cheeks, but luckily you had returned to your work and didn’t seem to notice.

It was after that encounter that Eggsy had realized he was developing feelings for you that evolved past friendship. He had tried to chalk his feelings up to being platonic, but who was he kidding? He was falling for you, and falling hard. He thought about confessing to you, wondering if you felt the same, but it was too risky. Eggsy didn’t want to ruin one of the best friendships he had over feelings that are most likely one-sided.

“Is that Y/N?” A voice sounds from beside him, causing Eggsy to jump and almost drop his phone. So much for his spy training. “Tell her I say hi.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his phone away and out of Roxy’s nosy stare. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, now walking beside him.

“Cut the shit, Unwin, I saw you smiling down at your phone with that goofy lovestruck smile that is reserved only for Y/N,” she says. Eggsy had never planned on sharing Y/N with Roxy, not wanting to risk you getting into trouble, but unfortunately for him, Roxy and Merlin are no good busybodies. The next day at work after the car accident, Roxy immediately bombarded him with questions about you. Apparently, when Eggsy informed Merlin that he was going to a random civilian’s house, the news was too interesting not to tell Roxy.

He also never planned on giving Roxy your name but having a friend that’s a spy is not convenient when keeping secrets. She had spied on him when Eggsy was texting you, the two of you having exchanged information that fateful day, and saw your contact name before he could stop her.

“I was not smiling, and I do not have a goofy lovestruck smile only for Y/N,” Eggsy tells her, but as soon as he says that, he wonders if he does. If his feelings are really that obvious.

“God, for a spy you really are obvious.” Sometimes he wonders why he’s even friends with Roxy.

“And for the last time, Rox, I am not in love with her,” he insists. 

“Is that why you won’t let me meet her? You’re afraid I’ll tell her? Because I can assure you, unlike yourself, I am quite excellent at keeping secrets.”

“For the record, I won’t let the two of you meet because I’m afraid you’ll scare her off,” he says, but he’s also afraid that Roxy might steal you away. Maybe you’d prefer a female spy friend over him. He doesn’t think you’re the type of person to do that, but his insecurities continue to hold him back, just in case.

Roxy lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Unwin, just admit that you love her! I already know, and you won’t convince me otherwise.” Eggsy realizes how true that is when he looks over to see his friend’s dead serious expression. Fuck it.

“It’s not love, quite yet,” he admits, and Roxy giddily celebrates. Eggsy looks up and down the hall to make sure no one sees her. “What was that about being too obvious?”

But Roxy doesn’t hear him. “I knew it. I can’t believe I got you to confess, I thought I’d have to bug you at least a few more times about it,” she says with a smile on her face. He rolls his eyes.

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

She stays quiet for a moment before asking, “Why don’t you tell her again?”

“It’s not that simple,” he says, shaking his head. He doesn’t know how to explain himself without making him seem like a miserable sod. “She’s my friend. A good friend, and I don’t…” He sighs and stops walking. Roxy stops beside him. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Eggsy Unwin,” Roxy says, and when he looks her she has a serious arms-crossed look that makes Eggsy want to keep walking. “You’re not going to screw this up.”

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he confesses and then realizes they should have chosen a more private location to be having this conversation. Luckily, there appear to be no other agents around.

“By the looks of your messages, I can almost guarantee she feels the same. On top of that, I’m your best friend and even I would get annoyed at having to fix you up after every fight,” she says.

“Sorry, exactly when did you see such messages?”

“Never mind that,” she says, brushing the topic aside. “The point is, I think she feels the same way. And even if she doesn’t, based on the limited knowledge of her, she sounds like the type of person to handle that well. You don’t have to worry about your friendship.”

What she said makes sense, yet Eggsy can’t shake the queasy feeling in his stomach at the thought of having to confess to you.

“It’s up to you what you do,” Roxy continues. “But would you at least consider it?”

He stares at her unyielding gaze, and relents. “I suppose.”

“Thank god. I don’t know how much more pining I can take,” she says and resumes walking.

“I do not pine!” he says, picking up his pace to catch up with her.

†††

A week later, Eggsy finds himself sitting in one of the Kingsman jets heading back to base after a long, but successful, mission. He’s lounging in one of the chairs, feeling proud that the mission had gone off without a hitch. 

His mission had been to retrieve some confidential information that had gone missing, but the retrieval ended up being fairly easy. The people who had stolen the information got lulled into a sense of calm and had lowered their security. Thanks to that, Eggsy had been able to be in and out of the compound, only having to take out a few people along the way. 

Eggsy feels the pride and relief he normally would but now he’s also filled with excitement. Typically, at the end of his more recent missions, Eggsy will have acquired a few wounds that need tending to and would drop by your place (if you were available, which most of the time you were.) Only, as Eggsy relaxes into the jet’s seat, his excitement suddenly dwindles. He lifts up his arms and examines his body to check, but this time Eggsy finds himself in perfect condition. No injury to be found. He slumps back into the chair.

This should be a good thing, as Eggsy isn’t always as careful as he should be, but he finds he’s disappointed. After all, now he didn’t have a reason to see you. He bites his lip and gazes out the window. He was really excited to see you and now there is a hole of dissatisfaction left behind.

He continues thinking about you, about what you’re doing right now, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s dialling your number. He only wants to hear the sound of your voice, even if he got your voicemail he would be satisfied.

On the third ring, you pick up. “How’s my favourite spy doing?” you ask as a greeting. He’s almost embarrassed at the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at your voice, and you calling him that.

“I don’t know, how is Bond?” He hears you giggle, brightening his already wide smile.

“Oh hush, no need to be jealous over a fictional character. And you were right, he is a bit posh for my taste.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “Well, your real favourite spy is feeling pretty fucking good right about now.”

“I take it the mission went well?” He had been texting you throughout the mission when he got bored. Merlin used to give him shit for it, but now he’s begrudgingly resigned to it, knowing that Eggsy had no intentions of stopping. As long as it’s only you.

“It went great! Everything went according to plan.”

“Sounds a bit boring.” He laughs, as he silently agrees with you. “Speaking as your nurse, however, I suppose this is good news.”

“What a lovely nurse I have. How did I get so lucky?”

Another laugh. “Right place, right time, right car I suppose.” He laughs. It took a while before you were able to laugh about hitting him with your car, as you still felt extremely guilty. But after reassuring you that he was over it, and constantly teasing you about it, you found the humour in it. “Seriously, I’m happy for you Eggs. You must feel great.”

“I do,” he says, despite the disappointment that lingered due to not seeing you. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Duh!”

“Could you please try to leave out the classified bits?” Another voice sounds from the jet. Eggsy looks up to see Merlin passing by. He gives Eggsy a tired, worried expression. Eggsy smiles up at him.

“You can count on me, Merlin,” he says with a cheeky smile and a wink. Merlin simply rubs the bridge of his nose where his glasses sit.

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

“Y/N says hi,” Eggsy relays to him. Merlin’s face softens.

“Hello dear,” he says. Despite the nagging and scolding, Eggsy thinks Merlin likes you. The two of you have never met, but Eggsy suspects the older man believes you’re a good influence on him. Truthfully, it’s because you make Eggsy happy.

“He says hi back.”

“When are you going to introduce me to your spy family? Or is that against the rules?”

“I think it’s a little late to be considering the rules.” You laugh.

“Fair enough. Then what is it? Do you just want to keep me all to yourself?” Eggsy’s breath catches as you jokingly hit the nail on the head. He knows it’s selfish, but he can’t help the feeling of wanting to be yours. To remain your favourite spy.

“You caught me,” he says with a laugh to avoid the truthfulness from leaking through his tone.

“You can’t keep anything from me, my dear boy.” Again, his heart hammers in his chest. “Now enough chit chat, tell me about your mission.”

†††

Later that night, Eggsy is sitting on his couch, your phone call from earlier echoing in his mind. Even after hearing your voice, it didn’t quite satisfy his need to see you. He considers slightly nicking his hand with a knife when he catches himself. What is he doing? There’s nothing stopping him from going to see you right now except his own nerves. But if the two of you really are friends, then there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself. Summoning up courage he doesn’t have, he stands up from his couch. What’s the worst that can happen? A deep breath, and he’s making his way to the door when suddenly he hears a knock. He pauses, wondering who it could be. It’s the middle of the night.

Eggsy cautiously walks to his front door and opens it, only to stop in shock. There, on his doorstep, is you. You’re here, at his place. Once that registers, concern overwhelms him as he takes in your state. 

You’re leaning against his doorframe with a hand pressed against your left side. You also brand a gash on your chin and a split lip. Despite all of this, a smile graces your lips. “Well isn’t this ironic?” you say as way of greeting. Eggsy’s still having a hard time believing he didn’t fall asleep and dreamt this. But your voice shocks him out of his frozen state.

“Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you?” he asks, opening his door. Shock is slowly giving way to worry as he watches you slowly make your way into his place, taking in the view.

“It’s actually a funny story,” you say. You make your way to his couch but pause to examine his living room. “Nice place you have here.”

Eggsy’s mind is going a mile a minute. He didn’t know what to do, but then he remembers that you’re injured. “I-I’ll go see if I have anything to patch you up with.” Before you can argue, Eggsy starts scrambling around his place trying to find what he thinks he would need. He ends up bringing a wet cloth, a bag of frozen peas, a package of bandaids, and some disinfectant cream that you had given him.

He returns to find you sitting on his couch, a pained expression on your face as you take deep breaths. As soon as you see him however, your face hides any trace of pain. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. He dumps the stuff on his coffee table.

“Whoa,” you say, taking in his collection. He becomes self-conscious since you’re an expert in medicine.

“I-It’s not much, I know, but it’ll do for now,” he says reassuringly. He takes a seat on the couch beside you. He knows about the injuries on your face but not your stomach. He eyes your side and you know what he’s thinking. “Could you lift up your shirt?”

“How forward of you,” you say with a smirk and he’s acutely aware that your roles have truly changed. He gives you a stern look, and you drop the smirk. You pull your shirt up to reveal your side and Eggsy sucks in a sharp breath.

“Jesus Y/N,” he mutters, examining the massive bruise. 

“I’m lucky it’s just a bruise,” you say, a wince on your face. Eggsy looks at you and forces your gaze to meet his own.

“What happened?” he says sternly. He knows you’ve been dodging around the subject since you got here. You blush, realizing that he’s caught onto your game. To distract you, Eggsy begins fixing you up. He gently places the frozen peas on the bruise and you gasp in pain, causing his heart to squeeze.

“I don’t know how you spy types do it,” you comment. He thinks about asking how you medical professionals do it, as seeing you in pain breaks his heart. But Eggsy won’t let you dance around the subject any longer. You let out a sigh as you hold onto the bag while Eggsy examines your other injuries. “So, it’s actually rather embarrassing, but…I was actually on my way to see you.”

His eyes widen. You wanted to see him too? He tries to catch your eye but your gaze is directed at anywhere but him. A deep red is encroaching on your cheeks. You clear your throat. “So anyway, I got in my car and drove over. I…I was a bit rushed so when I got out of my car I wasn’t paying much attention. That’s when this biker rounds the corner and rides right into me.” Eggsy finishes dabbing the wet cloth on your chin and begins to apply the disinfectant, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

“Sorry,” he says. He finally meets your eyes and it feels like he got the wind kicked out of him.   

“It’s fine,” you whisper, not breaking away from the stare. A moment passes before you look away and continue your story. “Anyway, he knocked me over and my left side hit the curb while my chin hit the pavement.” Eggsy winces for you. 

“Did the wanker at least apologize?” His voice is clipped, withholding his anger for your sake. Tending to you is all that’s keeping him from tracking down this man and inflicting the same pain he forced upon you.

"It wasn’t his fault, Eggs, I wasn’t looking." He nods but still isn’t satisfied. Accident or no, this man hurt you which stirred unpleasant emotions in his head. “He ended up falling over as well, but he had a helmet so ultimately both he and the bike were fine. We both apologized to each other, me for not looking and him for not steering away or stopping quick enough. He was actually really nice about it.”

To distract from the illogical flare of jealousy that rose within him, Eggsy decides to joke around. “Is this a habit of yours? Getting into accidents with nice men? You know, there are other ways of gaining a man’s attention.” His comments make you break out into a smile that instantly winces due to the split lip.

“First of all, shut up,” you say, causing him to laugh. “And second of all, I’ll have you know that I had a clean record before I met you. Perhaps you’ve begun to corrupt me.”

“Perhaps I have.” The two of you smirk and the flirtatious energy soon leaves a sharp tension in the room. Eggsy applies a large enough bandage onto your chin and now begins to dab on the cut on your lip. You’re close enough for your breaths to tangle. But before Eggsy makes a complete ass of himself, he has to know. “Why were you coming to see me?”

This question wipes the smirk from your face and reheats your cheeks. “O-oh, that,” you say, trying to find the words, it seems. “Well, the thing is…okay, after your mission, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was expecting to get a call from you saying you needed to be patched up. I-I had gotten used to it, so I was expecting to see you. But then the mission went fine.”

Eggsy can’t believe what he’s hearing. His heart begins picking up speed as he eagerly waits for you to continue.

“And I know I should have been happy to hear that—I was, I mean I hate seeing you hurt and I’m always the one telling you to be more careful.” You begin to ramble on and in your ramblings, Eggsy’s confidence grows. “I selfishly wanted an excuse to see you, but then I decided fuck it, and made my way over here. I-I just wanted to see you.”

You will no longer look at him. Your flirtatious confidence is gone as you let the unspoken words hang in the air. Looking at you, processing what you said, Eggsy realizes that there’s a chance. There’s a chance that you feel the same way, a strong one. And if there’s a chance, Eggsy’s going to take it.

“Y/N,” he whispers. His continued silence forces you to look at him and he hears you gasp softly at his proximity. He’s looking at you, flicking his gaze down to your lips and back up to your eyes. His eyes hold a question and you glance quickly at his lips before nodding.

Eggsy gently takes your face into his hands and crashes his lips down onto yours. You hiss and he breaks apart, feeling guilty for forgetting your cut, but you grab his collar and force his lips back on yours.

Eggsy sinks into the kiss, letting the passion take over and melt his body. He can’t think of anything else other than your lips, moving together, sweeter than his imagination could have predicted. When the two of you break apart, gasping for air, he breaks into a smile. You giggle, making him want to kiss you all over again to swallow the sound and live off it.

After a moment, you say, “If I’d known this is what it would take for you to finally make a move, I would have got hit by a bike ages ago.” You both laugh before Eggsy can’t hold himself back any longer and captures your lips again. You hungrily accept.

You kiss until you pull back, wincing in pain. “Totally worth it,” you whispers. He sighs as the cut on your lip reopens. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he says, shaking his head as he reapplies the cloth. 

“Nurse me back to health?” you say with a smile. He smiles back.

“Don’t you worry love, I’ll take care of you.”

[sage-lights]

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

word count: 587 title from: "satellite" by harry styles (i think it's literally been 4 years since i wrote fanfic but! i woke up with such bad amangela brain rot this morning that the thought of them is actually making me ill right now. i wrote this ficlet at 8am in class on the doc i use for taking notes, so it's not my best writing...yeah! hope you enjoy it!)

“Hey,” Amanda's voice quivers. She physically can't look Angela in the eyes when she greets her. Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening right now. The day has barely started and Amanda already feels like running away from everyone.

Angela looks at her skeptically, “I would say ‘Good morning,’ but you look like yours has been pretty terrible already. Everything okay?”

Amanda collects herself enough to muster a sort-of smile and shrugs. She watches as Angela furrows her brows, contemplating something. Before Amanda can insist that it’s no big deal, she feels herself getting tugged towards the back of the office and led between the costume racks.

“Spill. What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing, honestly,” God, Amanda feels like she’s a teenager again. It’s stupid that she’s this upset about it.

Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on, Amanda. Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know something is wrong,” her tone softens once she sees Amanda’s eyes start to become glassy, “It’s not stupid to be upset.”

She laughs a little, “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. And I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I appreciate you checking in, Ang,” Amanda sighs, “But I really shouldn’t be getting into it at work.”

“I know we’re coworkers, but we’re friends too, right? It’s fine if you really don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you,” she grabs Amanda’s hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. That simple gesture was enough to break down the final brick of Amanda's wall, and suddenly, everything came spilling out.

Two nights ago, she had gotten a call from Ian telling her that she didn’t need to come in for work the next morning, which Angela already knew, seeing as she was the one filling in for Amanda yesterday.

What Angela didn’t know, however, was how Amanda’s jaw tightened when she saw the close friends stories of her coworkers, her friends, having fun while she wasn't there. How she had to stop herself from spiraling as she rewatched the videos over and over again. How disappointed she felt in herself for letting this affect her.

Angela lets go of her hands. Amanda’s heart drops for a moment, thinking that she’s overstepped boundaries and came off immature, until she feels Angela hug her.

“We missed you too, you know?” Angela leans away slightly to look up at Amanda, arms remaining around her waist.

"I hate that I'm feeling this way. It feels so high school of me to be sad about my friends hanging out without me. And it's not even like you all planned to see each other! This is our job and," Amanda bites her lip, hesitant to admit, "I guess the kid in me remembers what it was like to get excluded from things. For the longest time, I was convinced it was a me problem. Maybe I never got over that."

"I get it, but you're right. It's a job where none of us have control over who's scheduled on any given day. It's not just a regular hang out between friends. Because if it was, I want you to believe me when I say we'd want you around every single time."

This time, Amanda is the one that pulls Angela into an embrace, "What would I do without you, Angela?"

"Probably cry alone in the gender-neutral bathroom." Angela laughs.

Amanda has to admit, Smosh is a pretty sweet gig. After all, it brought Angela into her life.

[girl4music]

I’ve just watched ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’ again.

Haven’t seen it for a while but something struck me on the rewatch. I know I never picked up on this before because I don’t really pay attention to Gabrielle with other love interests. Not even the more significant ones - which I guess you could say Perdicus is since she does end up marrying him - however fleeting their wedding and marriage was. But Gabrielle told Perdicus that he didn’t belong in a war zone. That he wasn’t a soldier and that he should go home before he gets hurt. Now,… I couldn’t care less about the romance between them but I think it was very interesting that she told him this when this has been the lifestyle she chose for herself.

Why - in her mind - is Perdicus not allowed to do the same? Is it possible that the reason she thinks this way is because he is on his own doing it and that she isn’t? Does she think he is more at risk of getting hurt or even killed than she is just because he doesn’t travel around with a notorious and formidable warrior and she does?

Second question following on with this line of thought:

Is that why she agreed to marry him? To protect him. Did she somehow think that if he had a companion by his side - one that is very aware of the amount of risks and consequences - he’d be safer? If so, that has got to add on to her guilt when he finally does get killed. That she couldn’t protect him. After all,… that is her Way.

But then again I’m not so sure because what we saw of them as married partners wasn’t the dynamic Xena and Gabrielle have. In fact - they both seemed to have just given up on warriorship entirely and just decided to do the stereotypical m/w settle down and have kids thing. The exact thing neither of them wanted to begin with.

Wasn’t this already a glaring hint that that wasn’t right? Not just that they shouldn’t be together but also that they shouldn’t be living the stereotypical m/w lifestyle. If anything - you’d think they’d be warriors together if any of this romance between them was ever meant to be. That’s so interesting though. A lot to peruse my thoughts on. A lot to analyze in show and out of it.

What were the writers even getting at with having this happen? it seems to me that they doomed the romantic arc in ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’ by having Gabrielle say what she does to Perdicus without looking in the mirror because what makes her choice any different?

The only thing that makes any difference is… Xena. 🫤

She has Xena. He doesn’t.

And when she marries him she tells him straight up on her honeymoon night that she was more worried about Xena because she doesn’t have anyone… unlike her…

So that’s got to be the only reason she married Perdicus. Not just so HE would have someone…

But so she could convince herself that she does too and that it doesn’t have to be a dark beautiful warrior woman who she still cannot stop thinking about even on her god damn wedding night... to a man,… no less.

And it’s not just Perdicus that this happens with.

He is just the best example. It happens every time.

Gabrielle - honey… straight girls don’t do this. Trust me.

Straight girls don’t start a romance with the opposite gender - straight girls don’t GET MARRIED to the opposite gender - only to ever think and talk about their same-sex best friend ON THEIR WEDDING NIGHT!

I had a point with this post. I seemed to have lost it. 🤡

Oh yeah, warriorship. She chose the lifestyle of a warrior. Apparently “fell in love” while in a war zone and got married to a soldier who she believed shouldn’t be one and should go home. Not for one second in all that time lecturing Perdicus did she think “Oh, ha. I also did that. So why am I saying he can’t?” Hypocrite much?

I’ll say it again for good measure: she was thinking about Xena ‘cause she’s always thinking about Xena.

She skipped on the self-awareness in that moment because she knew it can’t apply to her. She has Xena.

And there you go. There’s the answer to all of this arc.

She already has Xena.

So why does she marry Perdicus?

For Perdicus… because he doesn’t have a Xena. So that’s what she tries to be for him then. His Xena. Simultaneously, she tries to “fix him” like a Gabrielle.

So she marries Perdicus and now all she can think or talk about on her wedding night of all inconvenient times… is that Xena no longer has a Gabrielle. 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️

This chaotic lesbian. This absolutely crazy baby gay. This girl literally tried to hetero herself so many times she just ended up turning herself even more queer because she just kept presenting herself with more opportunities to think and talk even more about Xena.

Of course it’s sad what happens and I’m sure she never really got over the guilt that he practically died for her. But she should have just stuck with what she told Lila in the first episode because she never really did love him.

Perdicus would have likely gotten himself killed anyway.

It wasn’t on her what his lifestyle choices were in the same way that it was never on him what her lifestyle choices were and I cannot believe she didn’t realize this when she said what she did to him in ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’. The only thing I can believe is that her head was somewhere else - on someone else - at the time she said it because she’s not an absolute airhead.

What she is is completely oblivious of her queerness even though she’s chosen the queer narrative herself.

Rewatching these early episodes after not having seen any of them for a long time is a complete experience. I feel like I keep getting bashed over the head with new insight that all the more confirms that X&G is the ship.

[moonsorchid]

Rewatching ep.29 of Love Between Fairy and Devil: Part 2

(spoilers ahead)

That humble little Orchid who thought her root was damaged and was less than everyone in the fairy realm, now walks and people kneel, calling her their “Queen”. And she is still humble, asking them not to bow to her. How can one not love her?

Jieli listens to Xiao Lanhua talking with Shangque about her. How nice she is and how they both have to protect and take care of her. Jieli must be feeling pretty bad for what she did to Xiao Lanhua.

Oh no, the bracelet.

Xiao Lanhua sees herself as Chidi in the mirror. Her spirit is slowly taking over her.  

I honestly have no recollection of this scene! Xiao Lanhua is being weird and DFQC realizes there is something wrong. I love that DFQC knew immediately she was not Orchid.

Well, I won’t disagree with you there, fake Orchid.

“The Bone Orchid was made from my heart’s blood. If she is not deeply in love with me, the Bone Orchid is just an ordinary protective artifact. However, if she is devoted to me, the Bone Orchid will not be able to be taken off. Taking it by force would cause her mortal harm.” I was deeply confused by this on my first watch and I still am confused. I have questions. What does her being in love with him have to do with not being able to take it off? How does the bone orchid relate to her feelings about him? How did Ronghao know this?

Nooooooo :(

Xunfeng, just when I was starting to like you.

I know you love your brother - I love him too, trust me - but you are breaking my heart.

I feel you, DFQC, I feel you.

Well, Xunfeng does have a point though.

Awe. He loves his brother so much. I know he breaks my heart because I love Xiao Lanhua, but what he says is rational. I hate to admit he is right.

Says the guy who was dreaming of killing her. How much he has changed.

Ok, Xunfeng, you are taking it too far

It’s devastating that DFQC has never had the chance to live freely and experience emotions. When he was little, his father had to torture him to make him get rid of them. Now his brother accuses him of being weak because he finally has emotions after all these years and he can no longer yield hellfire. Xunfeng is not wrong. DFQC is expected to be the powerful Moon Supreme. The sole hope of Cangyan Sea. Him being happy makes him vulnerable. His existence is reduced to that of a weapon, an object, who shouldn’t have a normal human experience, for the sake of his people. What a burden this man has to carry on his shoulders.

So THAT was what the butterfly did????? Noooooo, leave Shangque alone! Come on!

I love them <3

In the past when DFQC wore this outfit he was powerful, menacing. Now it feels like a shell carrying his broken heart and soul.

*sigh* See you in ep. 30 (with a box of tissues and chocolate)

[lobsessed-fanl]

Day 4: sound

summary:

3 in one with Emmet dealing with sound and one where he deals with having none

Sorry it is late. I am working on posting this and as many of the others that I can today.

Or read below the cut!

1 : Ingo and Emmet had turned ten today! That meant that they could use Lavender and Tiny in true battles now! Emmet was verrrry excited! Emmet and Ingo blew out the candles on their train themed cake  together after shouting “ALL ABOARD!!!” together. Ingo of course was much louder than Emmet. But Emmet didn’t mind. Ingo’s voice was a reminder that Ingo was there. And that they are at eachother's sides no matter what. 

That day, they got train whistles so that they could always whistle it and the other would be able to hear it and could come to them. A sound that they would remember far into the years to help eachother out.

However, for today their parents would regret it. As they were going to test it out all day. Good Thing they live quite a ways away from a lot of people, and most of their neighbours are all on trips. 

Unfortunately, they still had to go to school if they wanted a job that was train related.

2: Ingo and Emmet were in class. Emmet knew class was going to end soon and was verrrrry excited. Ingo was paying close attention to the voice of the teacher. Emmet meanwhile was doodling little trains and Tiny the Tynamo. Suddenly, the fire drill alarm went off. Loud. Way too loud. People moving. The loud beeping of the alarm. Everyone’s sudden voices. Too much. Way too much. A… a train whistle?

The train whistle quickly caught Emmet’s attention and snapped him out of it. He looked up to see Ingo, waiting for him. Ingo did his little cat smile. Emmet smiled wider at Ingo and got up and walked out the building together, holding eachothers hands, Emmet squeezing it a little bit. They then ran to catch up with their class.

3:  Today, Ingo and Emmet had gotten a machine to make announcements on. It worked verrrry well and could even handle Ingo’s regular, booming voice. Today was just a test day to make sure everything in the station was running smoothly. 

Ingo was looking very excited with the new announcement microphone. Ingo also looked like he wanted to do something he shouldn’t do. That ment it was Emmet’s time to encourage him. 

“Hey, Emmet. Do you think I should see if this can handle my voice?” Ingo asked.

“I am Emmet. Do you mean how much sound this can handle? I verrrry much do want to see it! Do it as loud as you can, Ingo!” Emmet encouraged. Ingo thought about it for a moment, then gave Emmet a mischievous nod.

“Okay. Here it goes.” Ingo started. Emmet quickly started recording. 

“All Abbboooooaaaaarrrrdd-” Ingo’s voice boomed into the Train announcements. Then, it broke.  Emmet burst into laughter as Ingo hid his face with his hat to hide his face and embarrassment. Then Emmet stopped recording and quickly put his phone away. 

“Lesson learned, Ingo. Do not use your proheting voice on the announcements.” Emmet said, getting up and writing down on a sticky note and putting it on Ingo’s forehead. 

“Emmet, what does this say?”

“I am Emmet! It is simply saying that you managed to do something that has never been done here before! Breaking the announcer with your verrrrry loud voice! And I am putting in my favour for this month to request that you keep that there all day.”

“You encouraged me to do it. And I will get you back someday soon. Know what? I’m cashing in mine to make you take out all the trash at home. How about that?” Ingo grumbled. Emmet didn’t care, it was worth it. 

4: Five weeks. Five weeks without Ingo. Five weeks without the noise that Ingo would make. Five weeks with silence. The silence was deafening. Nothing could fill the empty space that would be filled by Ingo. Emmet had tried to use the train whistle that he and Ingo had since they were ten, but Ingo never showed up. He laid on his bed. Rewatching that one moment Ingo had broken the announcements. Remember that one time in school Ingo had helped Emmet out when Emmet was overwhelmed. But Emmet could never get the voice to be the same volume as Ingo’s truly was. The sound was never quite right. Always off. 

Emmet did everything he could to remake the sound. Nothing worked. It was gone. The sound was gone forever: Emmet wanted to continue looking today like he did every day. But he couldn’t bring himself to get up. 

Maybe one day, Emmet would hear the sound of Ingo again. But that day wouldn’t be today.

[domxmarvel]

To the ends of the ocean

Masterlist  

Day 8-Boat (Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy au) Female!Reader

A/N: I know it’s a weird au but I recently rewatched the movie and I can’t stop thinking about it 

A knock on your door woke you up,it was the middle of the night and whoever was knocking wasn’t stopping. 

“What could be so important?” You opened the door to see Luka standing there,he quickly moved closer to you.

“It’s very important,come on” He dragged you behind him,begging him to slow down. He only did when he reached his house. “You need to see this” He dragged you inside and seemed to hesitate before saying “Just promise you’ll keep it a secret”

“Luka,what is it?” He pulled the sheet off the table,showing a bunch of supplies,Vials,bottles and bowls. He grabbed one of the bowls and pulled the lid off,letting you look inside. It was filled with what looked like regular pixie dust,but it was orange. He dipped his fingers into it and moved to the window.

“Back up a bit” He extended his hand and the moonlight bent at his fingertips. 

“How are you doing that,you’re not supposed to-” He turned back to you.

“incredible isn’t it?”

“Where did you even find this dust?”

“I made it”

“Bluebell,you know you shouldn’t be messing with the dust.It’s too dangerous” You held his hands,still glowing with dust. “I don’t want you to get hurt”

“I appreciate your concern but I need to do this. If I don’t we’ll never know what it's capable of” 

“I’m not gonna stop you am I? How can I help” His eyes widened “If I can’t stop you,I could at least make sure you don’t get hurt”

The sunlight on your face woke you up,you yawned,not realizing you had fallen asleep. Looking over you saw Luka asleep on your shoulder,some blue dust on his face. You shook him carefully.

“What time is it?” 

“I don’t know” He yawned before stretching his arms above his head. You pointed out the dust on his cheek which he quickly wiped off. “I should get going”

“Wait” He grabbed your arm. “Well now that we made the dust,we still need to test it out”

“How about tonight?”

“That sounds great” He seemed to blush at the idea,it was cute and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek. 

The late night rendezvous continued until he had used up all of the blue dust,which you knew would happen and you thought that was it until he somehow showed up with three more pieces. You wanted to say something,because you were worried. If someone found out you didn’t know what would happen to him. You decided to stay quiet about the whole situation,opting to distance yourself from him. That was until you started not seeing him anywhere,after three days you decided to check on him. Knocking on the door,it slowly opened. It hadn’t been closed properly or locked,which made you even more worried. Stepping inside you saw that it was messy,like he had left in a hurry.  You were later told by Marinette that someone found out about what he was doing,and he had escaped before someone could even speak to him. So he just left without saying anything,without saying goodbye.

*One year later*

It had already been a year since he left and it was time again for the season's celebration.

“Are you alright?” Marinette asked,putting her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s weird to be celebrating today. It’s been a year since he left,I just can’t stop thinking about him”

“I miss him too,but we just have to move on”

“I don’t understand how everyone can just move on like he was never a part of our lives!” You hadn’t realized that you yelled until everyone was staring at you. You left as quickly as you could. Flying up into one of the trees that let you see the festival still,you just sat there. This was where the two of you would hide when you didn't want someone to find you. Everyone was at the celebration so it was strange to see someone fly by you,you flew behind them,ducing in between the trees so that they wouldn’t see you. They looked extremely familiar but you couldn’t see their face. You saw them fly behind the audience in the stadium,throwing around some pink glitter that made flowers grow. That wasn’t glitter, it was pink pixie dust,and there was only one person who knew how to do that. “Luka” You whispered,feeling like saying his name would somehow prove to you that it was really him. The flowers bloomed and you saw everyone fall asleep and him flying away,towards the pixie dust tree. You followed behind him,until you reached the tree. He immediately made his way to the room with the blue dust,you heard the clicking of the lock followed by it opening. Peaking your head through you finally got a good look at him,it really was him,he was back. He was back,but he was back to take more dust,not for anything else. You were the only one who could stop him right now,you just hoped he’d actually listen to you. You peaked through again and he was gone,but you didn’t see him fly out and all the dust was still there. You took one step in,looking around. He quickly jumped in front of you,pushing you back against the wall. His sword against your throat,which quickly dropped to the ground when he finally looked at you.

“Y/N” 

“Hey,Bluebell” You could see his eyes get softer and like they could flood with tears at any moment. He hugged you,wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could as you did the same. He suddenly pulled away from you to grab the blue dust before turning back to you again. 

"I know I left without a word and I have a lot of explaining to do,but please come with me"

"Luka,I-" You were going to say no,but all you could think of was how everyone moved on with their lives and did not care where he was or if he was even okay. You felt like the only one who cared and you weren't going to make him feel like you didn't. You weren't going to pretend like he was never a part of your life. "Of course I'll go with you"

"You truly are the only one that understands me. Come on you're going to love my boat" He took your hand as you flew,he led you to the coast. 

The ship was beautiful as he said,he had a small crew but they seemed to be close,it gave you some comfort knowing that he had someone there and wasn't completely alone. They quickly welcomed you into the group. They set sail and gathered on the deck to just talk,they kept asking questions about you which wasn't exactly surprising. You answer what you were comfortable with until Luka stood up which made everyone stop and look at him.

"It's getting late,everyone get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us. Y/N come with me" You followed close behind him,he started talking about the dust and what he learned. 

"Luka" He stopped and turned to face you,giving you his full attention. "You said you'd explain" He sighed,his face falling. You knew this wasn't going to be pleasant but you had to know. He sat down at the table in his workshop,gesturing for you to sit down which you did. 

"After I ran out of the blue dust I tried to get more,which was way too easy" He said,bragging about it but simultaneously bringing up a really good point. "Anyway I was found out when someone noticed some pink dust on my arm,I was kicked out" He paused for a moment "so I left because I didn't want to get you in trouble"

"You know I would've left with you"

"I know" 

“Well I’m with you now and I’m not going anywhere”

~~~~

@aagn360

[aita-blorbos]

(🌸📼 for tracking purposes. Also this isn’t oc, but headcanon-influenced)

Am I the jerk for hurting my friends over some VHS tapes?

Uh…howdy! If there’s any mistakes on my end, I apologize. One of my more tech savvy friends is helping me write this.

Anyways, I (M, like 5-6 physically? We toons age weirdly) used to be a part of a popular kids show. Maybe you’ve heard of it before. It’s called- oh, huh? My tech buddy is telling me that I can’t use any names. In that case…I’ll call it DW. And back in the day, DW was all the rage! Me and my friends all live in an educational center/museum, and humans would visit us all the time.

But one day, people just. Stopped showing up. I can’t quite remember the reason why. Regardless, me and my friends were left to fend for ourselves in our home. But that’s ok! It’s not like we needed to eat or anything. We had each other, and all was good.

…which is what I would say, if it wasn’t for the fact that not too long after being abandoned, toons started acting funny. Their eyes went red, and they started attacking people! We ended up calling these guys Twisteds, and we trapped them on the building’s lower floors to keep ourselves safe.

When you’re surviving with your friends, you all have parts to play. And mine is scavenging, and in turn selling whatever odds and ends I could find. We don’t exactly use human currency, so I exchanged my wares for old VHS tapes of our show. I missed the good old days, you know? And if I couldn’t relive them, I could at least rewatch them.

So I’m doing my thing, scavenging some pop bottles and chocolate bars from one of the deeper levels of my home. I was dodging Twisteds left and right, so by the time I made it back to the surface, I was just about ready to call it a day. But then I see S (M, also like 5-6 physically), a “friend” of ours, messing with my tapes. I asked him to stop, and he said something about ‘my prices being outrageous’ and ‘I’m hogging all of the actually useful items for myself’.

Some other friends were there, too, and they tried to calm me down, but I wasn’t having any of it. And to make matters worse, my anger seemed to only excite S further, who knocked a whole box of tapes off of a shelf. By the time I reached the box the tapes were strewn across the ground, and most of them were broken! S was always kind of a meanie, but he had taken things too far. He KNEW how much those tapes meant to me!

What happened next, you might ask? Well, I don’t remember every detail. Though I can recall kneeling there, some broken tapes in my hands. All those happy memories, now lost. I remember feeling really angry. Angrier than I ever felt before…..and then I woke up on the floor. The door had been barricaded from the outside, and black liquid (the colour of our blood) stained my face, hands, and the room. My friends checked on me not too long afterwards, and explained what had happened.

They said that I just- turned into a Twisted? And that I went on a rampage, attacking just about anyone who got in my way. And yet somehow, they had calmed me down before knocking me out. I’ve since resumed my shopkeeper job, and everything has returned to normal for the most part. But my friends get all quiet when they’re around me, and the ones who I injured avoid me entirely.

So, am I the jerk for hurting them? I must reiterate that I wasn’t in control when I was a Twisted, but S shouldn’t have messed with my tapes in the first place. Um. I’m getting off track, aren’t I? My bad. D, signing off.

Edit: I failed to mention that I’m the only toon who un-Twisted. So maybe there’s a cure after all…

Edit 2: Oh, and none of us have seen S in a little while now. Apparently I hurt him pretty badly. But there’s no way that I killed him. Right?

Edit 3: He’s alive! But, uh. I think he’s twisted now. Oops.

[norgbelulah]

Listen you said as many as I wanted, you said that:

“Baby,” Boyd said, taking Raylan’s face in his hands. “We’re going to be fine.” He was talking true here, Raylan knew, but his expression changed and he didn’t look him in the eyes as he added, “It’s easy to start over with that kind of money. We wouldn’t even have to go nowhere--”

“And watch them rip apart the hills? Pollute your precious hollers?” Raylan hissed, pulling away. He couldn’t talk about it without getting pissed. His head hurt so fucking much.

“Raylan--”

“Later,” Raylan said, pulling out his phone. “I wish you’d’ve said something, really, because I have to call Art now. Her wanting the property puts me far enough in this shit that I can’t be a part of the detail. It’s a conflict of interest, no matter what we do now.”

“What we do?” Boyd asked quietly. “It’s still just your land, Raylan.”

“Fuck off, Boyd,” Raylan growled. “I’d have married you years ago if that was something we could do.”

Boyd leaned back in his chair, eyes wide, at that and Raylan wondered if that was something he shouldn’t have said when they were fake fighting like this.

They stared at each other for a solid minute at least and Raylan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He said, “I’m sorry I said, fuck off and then that, I--”

Boyd smiled and shook his head. “Go make your phone call, baby.” He didn’t even add anything about the fake argument. “Tell Art--”

Omggggg. I'm SO glad you picked this to ask about because just right before this part is one of my favorite exchanges I have ever written. It's basically what I now think of the thesis of this entire fic series. Boyd and Raylan could never have come this far together if not for Raylan letting Boyd live in his house and nest in his heart and refuse to leave. Okay??

This part:

“We can start over,” Boyd said. “We’re good at that.” Raylan looked at him like he was crazy. “No, we’re not.” They’d never started over at anything. The only reason any of this was happening was because of the house, that they needed, because they couldn’t make a change without a crutch. It was just built up and built up from everything that happened before and the house was the foundation.

And then Raylan spirals because he can't see a way out of this situation even though he knows Boyd is actively taking it in hand. (He's going to figure it out, Raylan!!) And part of Boyd's plan is to get this exact reaction from Raylan, because he needs to convince Carol Johnson he really is on her side and also make things difficult for her because Raylan is so adamantly opposed to selling. But! He doesn't expect Raylan to profess his unshakeable commitment to their relationship in that very moment!

Boyd in this fic, even up until now, does not think about the house in Harlan as theirs, per se. It's Raylan's house. Always has been. He thinks of their apartment in Lexington way more as something they share. But he spent so much time over the years working on the house, specifically FOR RAYLAN, that it's like really hard for him to take on any kind of ownership for himself until Raylan is like, yeah but we would be married by now???? If life was fair??? SO ITS YOUR HOUSE TOO BOYD.

I'm also like perpetually *kisses fingers* at myself for immediately having Raylan apologize. He's Just! So! Hungover! that he cannot control his mouth or his emotions and they are all over the place because he is so! pissed! off! at Carol Johnson! This "oh shit I really said that just now" moment for Raylan is so funny and sweet. I love them so muchhh.

AND THEN THEY GET INTERRUPTED.

Anyway this is a great little collection of scenes and writing about how good it is is actively making me want to rewatch through season 2 so I can try and fucking untangle what needs to happen to end this beautiful story! AND THEN I want to write several little short fics about parenting Loretta and getting married for real and and and

[asherlockstudy]

The “We Dug a Hole” discussion

Yesterday I finished watching the latest Ear Biscuit, in which Rhett and Link explained the creative process behind the video “We Dug A Medium-sized Hole”. I was unsurprisingly interested in this one, in light of my analysis “They Dug a Hole” which I would recommend reading in order for this post to make more sense, and I felt both “vindicated” and perplexed while watching it.

I assumed the podcast would be full of potentially interesting information, which is why I legit kept hand-written notes, which made me feel like a creep, to be honest. But the actual reason I did it was because I knew I wouldn’t have the time (or willpower) to rewatch, so taking notes was the only way to not miss on potentially significant details. I believe it was a good call, despite making me feel like a creep. I will explain later why I emphasise on this unpleasant feeling.

Let’s start by reminding ourselves that, on face value, this is a discussion about an (admittedly entertaining) video in which essentially nothing happens. It’s just a hole in the middle of nowhere and a puppet mole that is accidentally killed. And that’s it.

Throughout the podcast Rhett and Link focus a lot on the creative element of the video, which had me raising my eyebrow more than once. Link seemed very excited, saying he was very interested but also didn’t want to be too concerned about the reception of the video, its risk ( what risk?) and whether people would “get it” (? get what ?). The risk was mentioned multiple times by Link and I found it suspicious because it isn’t exactly the first time they make a lightweight video and save for the excavators rent, it shouldn’t have been too expensive either.

My most “vindication” moment was when Rhett said exactly that while they of course always care about standard success (views etc), this time the success in a traditional sense was not their first thought. So I am humbly adding a small part of my post “They Dug A Hole”.

Please, bear with me. I have trauma after the Sherlock and Game of Thrones fiascos and now every vindication feels like a big deal 😂

Link agrees that the most important thing about this video was “expression”. Like, umm, at first glance, this video feels a little surreal to be meant as a vessel of expression. Should I give Link the benefit of the doubt and believe that he meant expressing the silly, carefree side of life and their comedy? Well no, because then Rhett adds that the content was “soul-driven” and “substantial”! Give me a break, my good gents!

Link then intensifies my suspicions, when he vaguely confesses that he has “certain desired outcomes” from this video but at the same time he tries to separate himself from them and simply celebrate the completion of this project. Since it’s established that the views are not the (most) desired outcome, then what is? Probably some certain response from the viewers? It’s shit like that that I say to myself in order to not feel like a creep.

Link finally acknowledges that all this time they sound too serious for something that is seemingly so shallow or silly. I am thankful to him acknowledging this because I was on the verge of feeling like a jerk for the amount of disbelief I had for them calling this video “expression” and “soul-driven content”. Obviously, my disbelief stands only if you judge the video on face value, but it’s Rhett and Link’s avoidance to discuss the deeper motivation behind the video that will inescapably confuse some viewers as to what can possibly be so very significant about a dirt hole and a dead mole.

Link goes on by saying he was happy they made this video as is, by escaping sensationalism and controversy! At this point, I am sure some of the fans just swallow everything these two say with zero processing inside their brains. Shouldn’t one ask themselves: “Hold on, why is Link talking like they actively tried to avoid making the video sensational and controversial? Are we still talking about a video where they dig a hole and have a last convo with a mole puppet? How was avoiding controversy a success in this case?”. But nobody asks these questions in the YouTube comments, at least not in the open.

Rhett says that they had many concepts for those videos they are about to start on their Rhett and Link channel. Link said the original ideas were like 6-7 but Rhett corrected him saying they were certainly close to 30! But Rhett also considered these ideas very bad as “there was no filter in them”. I guess he meant no filters like hole digging and mole dying allegories huh? However, 30 plans… hmm that shows that the “We dug a hole” video was anything but an one-time silly thing. There was thought behind it and intense planning and apparently it is calculated to be so lightweight.

One thing that perplexed me is that Rhett revealed that the whole hole-digging concept was not theirs (except Rhett dreamed it) but of someone hired for the project. As they go about the technical aspects of the work, I realise how many people were involved in this project. Does this mean that all these people…. know? Can all the crew and all the hired extras possibly know things about Rhett and Link’s privacy and have opinions on how to apparently condition the viewers on it (because that’s what they are trying to do IMO)? This possibility seems crazy. Shouldn’t there be contracts of confidentiality in order to collaborate with Mythical in this case? And Mythical has a LOT of employees and extras. That’s so hard to believe. It seems so very risky. This gave me a serious halt.

But here’s an interesting little moment. Rhett said this extra (whose name I am forgetting) said that he had no source of information or any motive or a reason behind suggesting the concept of “digging a hole”. Even more interestingly, Rhett said he didn’t know and he didn’t care to know whether that was true, he just liked the idea (and had dreamed it too). These are some strong phrases there, if not slightly defensive. “I don’t care to know if there was truly no implication behind his suggestion.” Hmm. You see, “digging a hole” has a very particular meaning and if I am right, what Rhett and Link are trying to do can prove to be very dangerous. But the way the extra excused his suggestion and Rhett chose to ignore the prickles of doubt and concern makes me think that it is something that is not openly discussed with the crew. Probably, Rhett and Link asked an inconsequential concept (to quote Link, who used this word 100 times) from their crew to work on for their own reasons. And the crew understood because they are like a gazillion people and they are not fools. But they do not acknowledge or talk about it openly. I wonder if some very close and powerful people in Mythical openly know, like Stevie and Jenna. It would make sense if these two knew.

Another thing that proves that this is not a brainless random video is that Link says that it is an idea that has many other ideas to explore within it.

This is totally off topic but Link broke my heart when he said they didn’t like the vlogs and wouldn’t like to repeat doing them. They were my favourites! This and the improvising Wheel of Mythicality! What the hell guys?

The next initially perplexing piece of information was that Rhett disclosed the video was unscripted. This seemed to disagree with the theory that the video was exactly an allegory of their story but perhaps what Rhett meant was that no writer of Mythical was involved in the script. The crew was just aware of the very general concept. Rhett and Link prepared on their own what exactly they were going to say without external involvement.

Rhett then says there are certain parts of the video that were predetermined and they are choosing to keep those behind the curtain. Well, for one thing, the ultimate motivation, the aspiration and goal behind this remains veiled. They talked about expression, soul-driven content, big risk but they are not explaining how and why.

But this time Rhett spares us a little and gives a hint. Was the song written before or after the video? Well clearly before but certainly also after the “digging a hole” suggestion. The song was one of the things that were predetermined. Please keep this in mind for later.

Link goes back to something he also said earlier in the podcast. He is somewhat contradicting himself by saying that he doesn’t want people to think when watching this video but to feel. However at the same time he repeats that he tries to not concern himself with whether people get it, and in order to get it, you have to think a bit. This makes me feel that he actually wants people to think about it but he doesn’t want to be disappointed in case they don’t. Or at least I hope so because otherwise I feel like a bloody intruder and that’s so awkward… I am so open about this (on my totally obscure blog, at least) because I genuinely get the feeling that they want to communicate this to people but they don’t know how. I do think that Bleak Creek (this book that’s one of my fave things they have ever done) was another effort of “whoever gets it, gets it”. Anyway…

The whole “feel, don’t think” is also because Link might associate too much thinking with judgement in his mind. He wouldn’t be wrong to fear that. For others, I mean.

And then after all this confusing or thought provoking sequence, Link made it easy for us!

Rhett: We love making scripted stuff.

Link: … Love-making scripted?

Rhett: *mild side-eye to Link*

Link, unhinged: Scripted love-making…..?

There, the answer, in three words.

Then they talked about the mole puppet. Link went on and on for a long time about how the mole is one dirty guy, like really dirty, and with some spicy talk. Perhaps this is confirmation that the mole was an allegory of the shippers, dirty minded and spicy.

This project is the first in a series of many similar projects they will be doing about once a month. Four such videos are already planned for sure. Link said that he is very excited for all but he is most excited for the last one of the already certain ones, which he implied is also the “riskiest”. I guess this will be bolder than the rest. But, also, I have a theory that this whole project is the preparation of a music album. (Link wouldn’t just let Rhett’s solo drop like that now, would he? 😂) Whether they will totally go all in until the end of this video project, I doubt it. But they will certainly be closer to their ultimate objective which is most likely that. Every video will probably include a new song and these songs are meant to be meaningful in that they are the coded narration of their relationship - story which will become an album. I am very excited to see whether this is the case. If there is an album coming, I just hope Hazel will be in there. It’s my favourite song of theirs, it is so haunting, so good, so SERIOUSLY good.

Closing off this giant post with Link’s closing words. There is a genuine risk in what they are trying to do. So, it’s not just any album because they have already made albums and Rhett has also gone solo where the exposure is even harder. So, whether it’s an album or not, it is certainly different in some huge way.

“There is a genuine question where we don’t know what the answer is”

How will it go? How will it be received? What happens next?

“That’s why we’re doing it and then we’re sharing it once we know”

Oh boy. They are sharing the answer? Don’t excitescare me like that. This seems alarmingly like “is it yet yet?”, like it’s THE time. But in typical R&L fashion, usually the thing proves to be far less consequential than it is initially suggested to be.

In any case, whether a music album or something else completely, it is going to be a passion project, more candid, very meaningful to them and thus quite scary to them. But they intend to walk that distance, a distance, whatever that distance is. I can’t wait for it. Hopefully it goes well.

[waywardnerd67]

Replay Life Chap 14 - Nihilism

Title: Replay Life - S14E4 Nihilism Summary: As they get closer to the end of their rewatch, (Y/N) tells him about a job offer she received and he gets an important call from his manager. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 3263 A/N: None

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Jensen was on cloud nine since (Y/N)’s birthday a month earlier. They had gone on several dates and she now slept in his room every night. Each morning he would count his blessings that she was lying beside him. He was thoroughly enjoying his time at home which was unusual for him. Normally, Jensen was all about finding the next job since Supernatural ended, but he found himself pushing off his weekly meeting with his agent.

However, this week he couldn’t avoid her as he packed for a convention in Burlingame, California which she was driving up from Los Angeles to specifically see him. Jensen glanced over to (Y/N)’s suitcase already packed and ready to go. She had been able to finish all her projects and take the week off. Jensen planned a little getaway for them in California ending with a road trip back to Austin.

“Handsome, are you almost done?” (Y/N) called out from down the hall.

He looked up right as she walked through the door, “Almost.”

She flopped down onto the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, “Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to come to the convention with you?”

Jensen sighed before zipping his bag up, setting it next to hers, “For the last time, yes. You’ve never worried about coming to a convention before. What’s going on inside that beautiful mind of yours?”

“Things are different now,” She groaned, “Before I was only your childhood best friend, but now… now everything is different. How does a celebrity’s girlfriend act in public? What if fans approach me and interrogate me about you? What if…”

He leaned down, cutting her off by sealing his lips against hers, “Pretty girl, the only thing you have to be is you. The fans will love you and no one expects you to act any differently now that we’re together. If anything they will give me shit about finally having the balls to act on the feelings everyone knew I had.”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He kissed again, “Now, let’s get this show on the road.”

Holding his hand out for her, Jensen pulled her up off the bed and into his arms. He couldn’t resist kissing her once more before carrying their bags down to where Clif was waiting for them.

Once they were settled into their hotel room, Jensen looked down at his watch to see he needed to be down in the bar area soon to meet with his manager. (Y/N) was relaxing on the bed, looking over the room service menu.

“Order some dinner for us while I’m at my meeting. I shouldn’t be too long and then we can continue our rewatch.”

“Sounds good to me. Have fun with your manager.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Not likely. Be back soon. Love you.”

The smile that spread across her face never failed to make his heart skip.

“Love you too, handsome.”

Jensen entered the bar immediately spotting his manager, Joe, sitting off in the corner. He was sipping on an Old Fashion while a whiskey neat was waiting for Jensen.

“Oh no, this doesn’t look like it’s going to be a pleasant conversation.”

“Well, if you didn’t ignore me then this could have been avoided. Now, I’m hoping the offer is still good.”

Jensen downed his drink, “What offer?”

Joe’s smile was both promising and unnerving, “A movie offer to star in an old time western with Alec Baldwin.”

“W-What?” Jensen couldn’t help his jaw slacking for a moment, “Where do I sign?”

His manager chuckled, “Hold on cowboy, Alec wants to have a meeting with you first to pitch the idea. Then you would immediately fly to New Mexico to start filming for the next six to eight weeks. Of course you would still have your convention schedule to uphold as well.”

Jensen’s heart sank, “So, very little time to come back to Austin?”

Joe nodded, “That’s not all…”

“What?”

“DC really liked your work on The Long Halloween, so they want you to do a couple more animated Batman movies. You can work remotely like you did in Toronto.” Joe finished off his drink, “The meeting with Alec is at 9:00 o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.”

Jensen nodded, “I’m in room 310. I’ll be ready to go.”

Joe stood up to leave, “These are both wonderful opportunities for your career. I don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me lately, but if you’re ready to take on less jobs then we need to have a conversation about that.”

“I’m sorry and tomorrow after the meeting I will fill you in. See you tomorrow.”

Joe gave a short nod then went up to the bar to pay for their drinks. Jensen sat for a moment letting everything settle in his mind. Joe was right, both opportunities were great for furthering his career. He was already getting a lot of chatter from his role on The Boys. Thinking about being away from (Y/N) for that long after sent a searing pain through his heart. He hated that he would have to choose between his career and her. After having a taste of a normal life, Jensen didn’t know if he was ready to give that up yet.

When he walked inside their room, he found (Y/N) staring down at her phone. Her eyebrows knitted together and a soft sniffle came from her.

“Pretty girl, everything okay?”

She looked up with a slight shake of her head and a smile appeared, “Yeah. Yeah, everything is great. I have our episode ready to go and our food should be here any…”

There was a knock on the door making her chuckle. Instantly Jensen’s nose filled with baked dough, marinara sauce and bacon. A large, delicious pizza with breadsticks and two beers rolled past him as (Y/N) tipped the hotel staff.

“Are we living our best frat boy life?” Jensen asked, opening both beers for them.

(Y/N) laughter filled the room, “Well… kind of. I saw an opportunity and took it for research for a new project. So, Jensen Ackles, tonight we dine like college kids.”

“Awesome.” He laughed before picking up a piece of pizza and taking a large bite.

Settled on the bed with their plates full and beers in hand, they started the next episode on their rewatch.

Pamela stood beside the bar looking off towards the door, “Dean? You wanna come out here?”

Dean walks back out to the bar from the cooler, “What's up?”

“Trouble.” Pamela says.

“What kind of trouble?” Dean sets the case of beer down as the door swings open as a dark figure walks in.

Pamela motions towards the door, “That kind.”

“I never understood why was Pamela there? It would have made more sense to have Ellen or Jo there.” (Y/N) took a long drink from her bottle.

Jensen shrugged, “You’re probably right. I think they just wanted to bring someone back from the earlier season that had a connection to all the boys.”

“Hmm… I still think Jo would have been a better choice.”

Jensen chuckled, “That’s because you have a thing for Alona.”

“You’re damn right I do and for good reason. The woman is gorgeous and a badass.”

Now Jensen’s mind was filled with all kinds of images that distracted him from the episode.

Michael walked towards the three men, “And now I have my perfect vessel. I've just destroyed the one weapon that could really hurt me. Thanks for bringing that, by the way.”

Castiel gets up and approaches Michael. Michael grabs him by the collar pulling him close.

“Don't interrupt me.”

“I bet Misha creamed his pants after that.”

Jensen nearly spit out his beer, swallowing it quickly, “W-What? Why?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Oh come on, you don’t have to pretend around me. Everyone knows the thing you two have.”

“Thing? What thing? There’s no thing?” Jensen stammered.

“Oh there’s a thing. Why do you think Destiel exist?” (Y/N) turned her attention back to the TV.

Jensen, on the other hand, was having a minor panic attack, “That’s because fans see what they want to see from two characters. I don’t… we don’t… it’s not a thing.”

(Y/N) leaned over, pressing her lips to his cheek, “You’re adorable with your flustered. It’s perfectly fine to be attracted to someone who’s been in your life for so long. Misha is a handsome man, good heart, great listener, sensitive and I bet he has a whole lot going on…”

She pointed down towards his crotch. 

“Whoa! Nope. This discussion is over. I’m noping the fuck out of this one.”

Once more, (Y/N)’s laughter filled the room as they continued to watch the episode.

Michael sat chained to the column, “Look at you. Playing nursemaid to a nephilim. Nothing like the Castiel I knew. He would've never been so...anemic.”

“You're confusing loyalty and compassion with weakness.” Castiel said as he sat at the map table.

“Tell me. Why do you love this world enough to risk your own life?”

Castiel answered him by asking another question, “Tell me. Why do you hate this world enough to burn it to the ground?”

“Because I can.” He paused for a moment, “Because… Me and my brother, my Lucifer, when we fought in my world, we thought that God would come back, give us answers. Why he'd gone, what we'd done, but instead, do you know what happened?”

He paused once more, “Nothing. No God. Nothing. And now...now that I'm in here, now I know why. God, Chuck, is a writer, and like all writers, he churns out draft after draft. My world? This world? Nothing but failed drafts. And when He realizes that they're flawed, He moves on and tries again.”

“No, that's not how...Why would he do that?” Castiel asked, slightly bewildered by Michael’s assumption.

Michael shouts, “Because He doesn't care! About you, me -- anything.”

He took a breath before continuing.

“Now, at first, I thought I'd do it better. Show Him. Be more God than God. But now... I just want to burn every one of His little worlds until I catch up to the old man.”

Castiel leaned forward, “And then what?”

MIchael leaned in, “Even God can die.”

(Y/N) rubbed her arms, “Every time that scene gives me goosebumps. You two play so well off one another no matter what character you may be playing.”

“Misha and I blocked that scene without Jared on set. In the rare moments of just the two of us, we can usually focus enough to make the scene work. He made it easy for me.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, “Awe, you really do love Mish. Should I be jealous?”

“I could show you just how jealous you shouldn’t be if you like?” He whispered, smiling when he heard her gasp.

Jensen set their plates on the floor beside the bed and their empty bottles next to them. He crawled over (Y/N) settling between her legs and kissing her.

Castiel is attaching electrodes from the machine to Michael's head. Sam sat across from him with similar electrodes attached.

Michael smirked, “Cool science project. I give it a solid B minus.”

Jensen reached over for the remote, hitting the power button, “I’m not making love to you listening to myself and our friends on the TV.”

“Oh come on…” (Y/N) chuckled, “It would be like having you and Dean at the same time.”

He closed his eyes not having to dig too deep for Dean to come out, “Sweetheart, if you want me then all you have to do is ask.”

(Y/N) bright eyes were wide as a shaky breath breezed across his lips, “Oh my…”

“Is that a yes that you want me to stay or would you prefer your pretty boyfriend back?”

Jensen let his eyes travel down her body as he leaned back on his heels. It was not the first time a woman he was seeing had asked him to bring Dean out, but this time it felt oddly different. He wanted her to not want Dean, but him. Regular, ole, Jensen Ackles.

(Y/N) sat up running her hands up beneath his shirt and pulling over his head, “I will always choose Jensen to make love to me.”

With a wide smile he did exactly that the rest of the night until they were both sleeping peacefully within each other’s arms.

The next morning, (Y/N) had planned to catch a few of the panels in the main ballroom while he got ready. Joe was getting ready to knock on the door when (Y/N) opened it to leave.

“Oh… good morning, (Y/N).”

“Hi Joe. Bye Joe.” (Y/N) turned waving to Jensen then headed down the hallway.

He shut the door and looked right at Jensen, “So…”

“So…” Jensen repeated not looking Joe in the eyes as his cheeks burned.

“That’s why you’ve been ignoring me. You finally got the balls to play house with (Y/N).”

Jensen didn’t like his tone, “It’s more than that. I’m in love with her. She means everything to me and yes, getting a taste of a normal life has been nice.”

Joe sat beside him, “I didn’t mean anything by it, Jay. You know I’m happy as long as you’re happy… for the most part. However, if you're wanting to take time off then we need to talk about that.”

“No…” He ran his fingers through his hair, “No, I need to work. (Y/N) knows that’s part of being with me. I want to take the movie and my inner child will not let me say no to being Batman again.”

Joe laughed, “Alright, I’m glad to hear that. Are you ready for this meeting?”

Jensen nodded, “Let’s do this.”

An hour later, Jensen made his way downstairs to the green room where Jared, Misha and (Y/N) were all chatting. Misha spotted him first and got up hugging him tight.

“Hey Mish, what’s up?”

“No nothing babe. I just missed you.” Misha planted a kiss on Jensen’s cheek and grabbed his ass at the same time.

He pushed Misha away, “What the hell, dude!”

Everyone was chuckling as Jensen desperately tried the obvious effect Misha and undoubtedly (Y/N)’s prank had on him. (Y/N) walked over wrapping her arms around him, hugging him. As he looked down into her surprised (Y/E/C) eyes he silently pleaded with her not to make a big deal out of it.

“I’m sorry handsome, it was only meant to be a joke. Right Misha?”

Misha huffed dramatically, “It’s not a joke to me. My heart is broken now. I’m going to go start my autobiography about how Jensen Ackles broke my heart.”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “Pretty girl, can we take a walk?”

“Of course.” She looked back at Misha, “Send me your finished manuscript and I’ll edit it for you.”

“Deal!” Misha called out as the green room door shut.

They made their way outside and started down the street. After walking in silence, enjoying the sounds of the city they were in and the warm late morning sun, Jensen eventually spotted a small park. He found a bench for them to sit on and he pulled (Y/N) into his side.

“I’ve accepted two new jobs starting next Wednesday.”

(Y/N) laced their fingers together, “How long will you be gone?”

The hint of sadness in her voice sent a splitting crack through his heart, “Six to eight weeks. It’s a film… a western and it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. While I’m there, I’m going to record another Batman animated film.”

“Ohh, I forgot I was dating Batman.” She laughed softly, looking up at him, “This is wonderful news Jay. I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re… you’re not upset or anything?” He asked, fear tightening around his chest.

She shook her head, “No, actually this makes things a little easier…”

“Meaning?”

She turned towards him, holding his hand within both of hers, “I received a call from a literary agent. They read my manuscript and love it. They want me to fly to New York to discuss a book deal and to offer me a huge ghostwriting project as well. It’s… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“(Y/N) that’s amazing! Is that why you were staring at your phone yesterday?” He asked, hugging her tight.

“Yeah. It all kind of happened so fast and unexpectedly. I would fly out to New York on Thursday. The author who wants me to ghostwrite wants me to finish out the last couple of books of his young adult series while he works on a new adult fiction book. He’s requested that I stay with her as I finish out the first of the last two books.”

The fear that had been gripping his chest tightened until his chest hurt to breath. Not only would he be leaving their home, but so would she. Knowing that she would be living with someone for any length of time that wasn’t him did not settle well within him.

“For how long and where?”

Her eyes focused on their hands resting on her leg, “For at least six months to a year. He has a writing retreat home in Maine that we would be staying at.”

There was only one word Jensen had heard as (Y/N) spoke. One word he had missed in the excitement of her talking about the opportunity.

“He?”

(Y/N) swallowed hard looking up, “Yeah, his name is Brandon Donne. I was hoping you would be able to come with me to New York and meet him.”

It was taking everything in Jensen's power to not text Joe and withdraw his acceptance for the western and Batman. A small tug on his hand brought him back to (Y/N) beside him.

“Jensen Ackles, don’t you dare.”

“What?” He asked.

She sighed, “You will not turn down the opportunity to be in a western which has been your dream role since you were six. Nor will you let your inner little boy down by not being Batsy.”

“H-How in the world…”

“I know you better than anyone including Jared and Misha. Both of our opportunities are too good to pass up and we can’t sacrifice them only because we’re a couple now. We have to keep living our lives and achieving our goals.”

He hated when she was right, “What if…”

(Y/N) pressed her finger to his lips, “No what ifs. We are both going to accept our offers and we will make the best of it. I’m not going anywhere handsome. Yes, it will suck, but in the end it will make the time apart worth the reunion we’ll get.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist as he hugged her tight, “What are your thoughts on phone and/or Facetime sex?”

“I’m definitely for both and especially with you.” She leaned up kissing him just beneath his chin then whispered, “We can even do a little shopping online for me to model and/or use during our little times together.”

An image of (Y/N) in something lacy and using a toy on herself made him groan, “Hmm, I think you’re going to be the death of me.”

(Y/N) laughed as they continued to sit and enjoy the little time they had left together.

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[alicepao13]

So this had more of a teamwork feel than the last few episodes. It could belong in any season, really. Makes me feel that maybe starting the season the way they started it really was just bad scheduling.

If you want to know how bad CityTV is at scheduling, guy made a joke about the killer dressed in a superhero costume "like it's Halloween", and the episode aired a day after Halloween. So yeah. The only episode that shouldn’t have aired close to Halloween, aired on Halloween. Good job, CityTV.

Standard superhero/vigilante crime show episode with a twist. You can’t reinvent the wheel by following the same path others have made. But it’s okay, I don’t expect it from this show, or any formulaic crime show. I mean, you’d have to be an idiot at this point to expect that.

I keep seeing similarities between the Moonknight and the Night Keeper costumes. At least the Night Keeper costume is black.

I was hoping that Sarah had some kind of family story when she mentioned that she had experience with delusional disorder but of course it’s one of her multiple degrees.

The fact that Charlie and Sarah mentioned that they’d meet at dinner and then we didn’t see the dinner is A CRIME. But at least they remind us (in their own distant way) that they’re still together.

I’ll put a BOLO out for Charlie’s house, by the way. I’m hoping the reason it’s missing is because Charlie and Sarah are moving together in another house (now who has a delusional disorder, lol).

I was hoping for a comment about reboots. Come on, guys, you are a reboot yourselves.

As soon as the nephew pulled up with that car I knew he was the killer. Unsurprising.

Well, at least they put the murder weapon inside a cylindrical evidence tube. I'm saying that because I just watched a show where they put it inside a nylon evidence bag. In the year of 2023.

I love Verdi’s Dier Irae and its remixes. I have one in my playlist (mine is a 2WEI remix). Remixing classical music and mixing it with modern tunes is my jam. Although I kinda pity all those who will watch without headphones (which is probably most of the audience).

Damn, the house is great. And a secret compartment? Come on!

Jesse bragging about his skills. You go, Jesse.

Charlie sending Rex with Sarah like he won’t be the one to need him (I knew before I saw it, they like being predictable lol), because he wants her to be safe.

Thank you, killer, for tasing Charlie. It’s literally the only whump he’s had for ages. Bless you, kind killer.

By the way, I think Charlie has gotten too comfortable having a dog watch his six that now basically anyone can sneak up to him when he doesn't have Rex with him.

Charlie stumbling and trying to get up. Yes. I want more of that.

Googling how long it takes to get over an electric shock from a taser.

Okay, so it takes a few seconds. Maybe Charlie was a bit dramatic lol

Rex running because he knows his trouble magnet partner is in danger. I love it.

I was kinda hoping that Sarah would save him, but when you have Rex and the Night Keeper, eh, I wasn’t holding my breath.

“I've got my superpower right here” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP oh my god this was so corny I loved it (this user is not immune to grown men being soft with dogs, it’s a very specific illness, non-curable).

I think they had like fifty team shots in this episode. It was like someone was annoyed by the lack of team screen time in the previous episodes and overcompensated. Also, do decide what the temperature is in the room. Some wore coats, and Sarah (who is always cold) wore a sleeveless shirt?

Overall, fun but unsurprising episode, in the tone of Hudson and Rex as a show. The level of enjoyment very much depends on whether someone cares at all about superheroes, in my opinion, because they got the characters and “actors” involved quite a bit. Easily rewatchable, more enjoyable than I thought (I audibly groaned when I saw the promo for this, mind you. CityTV call me, you need me). Plot loses cohesion in the third act but it’s okay because you’ll have figured out the killer way before that.

PS: It seriously helps to remember what the show is about. I’m talking to both the fandom and the writers here, but especially to the writers.

PPS: How many German shepherds next week? I’m assuming Diesel’s entire family are actors by now.

[nuri148]

My Take on the Aot Special

OK, now that I’m a bit more calm, let me start by saying

Thank you Crunchyroll for ruining the AoT special for me.

As everyone knows by now, Crunchyroll did not air the special at the announced time, and there was nothing but radio silence from them all day until it simply appeared in the menu.

In an ideal situation, I would have gone to bed and watch it calmly the next day, but this wasn’t an option since we had a trip booked on Saturday and I knew I wouldn’t have another chance at watching it till Sunday evening. And I clearly couldn’t wait that much.

So when the special was finally available, at around 00:15h in my corner of the world, I was not only tired af from being up since 6:30 in the morning, but also dragged 8 hours of sheer fury at the blatant disregard of Crunchyroll towards the series and disrespect to the viewers.

Therefore I was not invested, I was more in a “let’s get it over with” mood so I wouln’t have to avoid spoilers for the rest of the weekend.

Therefore the following opinions are likely tainted by the fact I was robbed me of all the feelings I was expecting to get from my blorbos.

::spoilers ahead::

- I appreciated the extended version of Eren’s conflict at “having to” enact the Rumbling. I felt it highlighted whatever little humanity he’s got left in him and helped illustrate his final descent into madness.

- However, it would have been nice to have Ramzi and his brother dubbed by someone with an accent. In the manga, their dialogue is represented either in squiggles (when they’re talking between them) or (in othe original version) in katakana when the reader needs to know what they’re saying, thus representing the fact they are not speaking the same as the locals.

- The ship trip and plane preparation felt a bit rushed to me. Yes, they are in a rush in-universe, but there is a difference between conveying a sense of urgency and rushing the narrative. I felt it was like, Oh, hi, Armin likes Annie everyone in Liberio is dead Levi you shouldn’t get up yet you know what Yelena you’re right honey omg Annie fancies Armin wtf Floch is alive now he’s not two fingers is enough.

- Also in this part, I had the feeling some VA were rather off (Falco, WTF? Annie sounded odd too)..

- Yes Heichou, two fingers is enough ::nudge nugde wink wink::

- Watching Floch die was both so satisfying but also kinda scary how he clings to the yaegerist discourse till the very end. That’s fanatism for you. Awesome scene.

- The Hange farewell deserved more love. Again, we see the difference between the characters’ need to hurry vs the storytelling not devoting enough time to such an emotionally charged moment. This is especially blatant in anime, which has a long, tried and true tradition (also in this show) to dilate a single moment in time into a long scene for punch. Would it have killed them to make a longer shot of their pained expressions, of Hange’s nervous laugh, of Levi’s hands both in Hange’s chest and later on the plane?

- Hange’s death scene was great, which makes me more salty about the above paragraph.

- tbh though I fully blame Crunchyroll for my lack of reaction to the levihan scene. Fuck Crunchyroll.

- Overall, the CGI was pretty shitty, IMHO. Some scenes (e.g. Annie and Kiyomi on the deck) seemed out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

- The scenes in Paths, though, really benefited from the animation as it helped convey the fact that the rules of time and space don’t apply here.

- The action scenes and the destruction scenes from the Rumbling were the coolest*. That, added to the reservations I wrote above, make me fear we’ll have a lot of cool fight scenes at the expense of not giving enough screen time to the characters and the story. *I appreciated the titan falling off the hill; however the physics of the rumbling come with their own set of problems that I might adress at some point – some of which I did elaborate about in my fic about Hange.

I will try to rewatch the special at some point, ideally back to back with the last chapter from S4part2, to see how much of the rush and the wonky acting was there or just my imagination.

[mooncaps]

my first thoughts on TOH 3x02

Ooh, it’s that bit of score that I liked before. I’ve probably rewatched that scene in 2x21 about ten times now just to listen to it.

Oh no, Hooty! The writers knew he was too overpowered and the fight would be too easy if they had him.

Ayyy, Raine’s okay!

Okay, we are getting Luz and Co. too. I was half-worried that this might be all from the Boiling Isles crew and then Luz would show up at the end.

Whomst?

Wait, this is the space between realms. Where The Collector was. Is this another one of The Collector’s people?

Same, Gus.

Whoa. Interesting choice. I don’t know why I keep getting surprised by how direct and dark this show is willing to go. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.

Oh, I forgot, but I was wondering that too.

These girlfriends continue to give me life.

Yeah, so that graffiti’s pretty ominous.

Wait, so is he just playing the role of Luz in taming the Owl Beast?

Ha! It’s what she deserves.

Hell yeah! It’s what he deserves.

Oh, the Golden Guard graveyard. This is probably gonna be disturbing.

Are you kidding me?! Everyone gets turned into puppets, but this evil witch gets to pal up to power?!

You know what, maybe playing mother to The Collector is a fitting punishment for being such a bad mother to her own children.

Ooh, is this ancient Titan lore? Or Collector lore? Both?

Yeah, you’re making me suspicious. And that red skin is making me think of Kikimora. Is this her and one of those family members mentioned in her season 2 episode?

(Narrator Voice: You’re half right.)

Creepy.

Oh! Hi Lilith. That’s a new look.

You stay away from my Rainstorm, you decrepit goop monster. (Also, get wrecked Odalia! Even the evil goop monster doesn’t want you.)

Oh, that’s maybe gonna be a tough one to explain to Camila.

So of course she’s looking right at it. Of course.

Oh, mess her up, Willow!

Ugh! Damn you, Kikimora! You’re the one who told King about The Collector in the first place. This is as much your fault as anyone’s and now you’re pulling this crap? Piss off!

Wait, are those The Collector’s eyes? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Dude has every power imaginable.

Ugh! And of course The Collector’s conveniently not listening to this part even though he was listening two seconds ago.

Thank you for acknowledging that, Camila.

Wait, so is it a crystal ball or are we just dangling the audience on the cliff even longer?

Is it actually happening or are they just gonna keep teasing us until the finale?

Yeah, that makes sense. Shapeshifter fits with her multitrack kind of personality. And she even had snakes in episode one. I can dig it.

Okay, these two are sweet. I was kinda shipping him with Gus, but now I’m appreciating this too.

And of course I’m always down for more of these two.

Mmmm, too happy for the final moments of the penultimate episode. The Collector’s about to mess things up, isn’t he?

Awww. Shame we didn’t get a full season 3 so we could have this as a proper scene.

So I guess I’m totally caught up for realsies now. Any word on when we get the next one? I don’t like the waiting part. I typically don’t start shows until they’re over for that reason, but I figured this one was at least close to done.

I’m still very much feeling like they can’t possibly deal with every dangling thread that I’m interested in, but hopefully they’ll at least bring things to a semi-satisfying conclusion.