#i wish we lived here

[goblinbugthing]

UPDATE!! we’re staying at my gar’s instead of fucking off west to stay in a hotel :)

we should be fine waiting here until the hurricane passes. i do love it here, and it’s not even 5 minutes from MY house, plus more cats!!! AND MORE SPACE TO WANDER!!!!! A LIVING ROOM THATS LITERALLY BIGGER THAN MY WHOLE HOUSE!!!!! AND HE HAS APPLE JUICE!!!!!!!!!!

we win today

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Something something Merlin is Arthur's bane.

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[duusheen]

I wish you all Merry Christmas!! And if you don’t celebrate it, happy holidays!!

[fumifooms]

Dungeon lord Chilchuck

What would his wish as a dungeon lord be? What would he be like? Headcanons & speculation post for fun. But I’ll start with analytic lead up because that’s always fun for me, though feel free to skip and skim.

When it comes to what Chilchuck’s dungeon lord desires could/would be like we have mainly 3 hints: His nightmare, his succubus and what the winged lion says to him.

Why: — From what we see nightmares are based on the person’s worst fears and insecurities, both Laios’ and Marcille’s nightmare were closely tied to their dungeon lord wishes (Laios’ dream monster being summoned to crush the ghosts of relationships that represented the pressure to fit in and belong, Marcille seeking control over death and aging through magic to avoid loss), the fuel behind their desire/goal if you will. Fear and deep-seated desires are seemingly closely tied, something also supported by Thistle and Mithrun’s reigns as dungeon lords (Thistle proving his worth through fulfilling his given duty + protecting his loved ones, being listened to instead of having to listen, Mithrun escaping rigid two-faced elven society and living in a wonderland where he has no enemies and he’s loved, free from everyone he knew yet propped up by the person symbolizing his brother being chosen over him, the bastard child).

— I’ve talked about the significance I assign to the succubi often by now, but rundown: What we see of each character is all very telling if you care to listen, it shows not only someone’s "ideal form" but what they want from it. Izutsumi’s is familial, offering a hug and comfort, Marcille’s is romantic with a character she knows and loves, offering a kiss on a hand and a connection regardless of how distant it actually is, and Laios’ is platonic, arguable at first but then Laios’ fear of judgement is placated and he is offered the picture perfect friend group that accepts his interest (if you want my full look at Laios’ succubus go here). They take on the most alluring form, most ideal person of their victim, even uncovering deep subconscious desires, so precisely and effectively to the point it leaves victims physically frozen before the object of their desire. Succubi and the demon are themselves tied in lore and it’s easy to see how similar their core skill are. Succubi don’t give a good idea of what a character would wish for on their own but they certainly give hints on what they crave, regardless of how you want to read it.

— Last bit is self-explanatory. To placate Chilchuck and win his compliance over, the monster that reads your soul like an open book offers to give him something specific. But! It’s also important to remember that the lion isn’t offering to fulfill Chilchuck’s dream world wish here, it’s a second prize, because his goal with what he promised Laios is that they’d stay in this world, away from everyone and everything else. Chilchuck wants to get away but is kept back, and it’s here the lion placates him with "hey it’s okay! You can’t do that but I can still give you this! This is enough right? It’ll make everything easier on you".

What each bit says: — Long version in another post. Tldr: His daughters and family are obviously important to him, and this reinforces that he takes on the role of protector a lot, he’s constantly worried for his party members’ lives and implicitly his family’s. Safety and stability, both economical and otherwise, are his core values and goals, and he berates both others and himself if someone fails on those fronts. Here, there’s the fear of not being enough, of not having been able to protect, and of course of loss.

— Chil’s succubi are obviously sexual, and not only that but agressively and straightforwardly so. It’s not like Marcille’s where there’s personality involved, all they do is give him sultry looks and pretty smiles before jumping on him. His succubi aren’t like Izutsumi’s, always the same exact person and appearance, so it’s not someone but an appealing general idea. The idea of a sexual being he can regard as simply a gorgeous piece of meat and a good time no strings attached. In my interpretation, especially with my reading of Laios’ succubus where even with deep-seated desires negative emotions can be too intense to effectively freeze a victim, I think this doesn’t contradict his character. Relationships have been painful to him in the past, in the succubus scene when his wife gets mentioned his immediate reaction is to yell "Don’t bring her up now!", like with his habit of drinking and as a tallman liking his senses feeling dulled, it’s about not having to feel emotions with how difficult they are to deal with sometimes and just feeling good, or at least not having to think, for a while. If a succubus showcases someone’s ideal connection with an ideal person, then Chilchuck’s is with a pretty person that doesn’t stir any negative memory or drama, someone low stakes and low maintenance that doesn’t require him to manage or talk out feelings because there’s none involved in the first place.

— Once more, wife and family are important! He does long for his family, not only his wife but his daughters, and vice versa. This suggests not only that he wants good relationships with them but that he wants them to be with him, a family life. Far from the cut communication they all more of less have during canon, and perhaps far from their life pre-canon when he worked away from home a significant amount of time. We’ve seen recreations of people by the winged lion before with doppelgangers and monsters (naga), and though he claims he can make satisfying imitations, what we’ve seen is that they base themselves on the best memories of that person, like with Marcille’s dad, or twist behavior to be more pleasant, like Mithrun’s lover (and possibly twist appearances depending on the person’s view of them, but that’s Mithrun analysis). The line does suggest Chilchuck would want his family members as they are in reality and not idealized versions, but the circumstances are chaotic and urgent enough in the scene (and again the lion isn’t fulfilling Chilchuck’s wish but trying to make him content for Laios’) that it could just be the winged lion saying what he needs to to convince him the fastest possible, and like we see with Laios that can crumble to give way to deeper or more complex desires.

On top of that we just have general info on Chil. How does Chilchuck deal with his issues? What does he like to do? He likes alcohol and ignoring his problems. We have to remember there is a split between what someone would consciously wish for and what their soul uncontrollably irrationally craves. As always with Dunmeshi, there’s a narrative of irrational deep-seated desires vs active wants, what you crave vs what you strive for, what you dream of vs what’s actually good for you, the animal vs the human inside you, heart vs mind. Chilchuck craving a harem of hot babes in his fantasies but wanting his family life & wife back again is not mutually exclusive. You may crave becoming a monster and tasting what humans are like a little but still want to save the world & your friends more.

Btw can we adress the irony of him terrified of being the last one alive, of being left by his daughters and wife, of having left and coming back home one day to see everything gone or rampaged, yet not caring about dying of liver failure himself, knowing every time that he enters a dungeon there’s a real risk he may not come out. Die somewhere I can’t see you. I prefer leaving you than being left behind. He’s selfish and shortsighted like that… Chilchuck is selfless in many ways of course, but perhaps also due to his own relationship with his parents, he often undermines the effects he has on others in his relationships, both the good and the bad (he talks himself down about being cowardly and greedy yes, but never hints at his bad health habits, alcoholism and starving himself, may have affected his loved ones, doesn’t question his wife falling into a bad mood the night before she left, and talks about the possibility of dying here and there very casually, though obviously he tries his best to stay alive when it doesn’t concern his health).

Chilchuck king of "Let me just avoid and ignore my problems surely they’ll go away, things might work out and if they don’t well tough luck I’ll survive and I probably deserve it anyways". If I don’t look at it it will dissapear <3 Why care when you can simply not think about it.

You might not understand Mister "my love will stay strong through months of work travel and also 4 years of separation" and Mister "well idk my siblings and me are kinda strangers and my dad is dead but that’s kinda whatever", but typically relationships need some form of maintenance and emotional availability…

The actual headcanons finally

I kinda have 2 routes in mind for dunlord Chil and both of them are centered on "I care too much, i wish things were easy", so first is a lot like his succubi, it’s full on indulging in his guilty pleasures like alcohol and bodies and it’s to keep him in a constant state of thrill and euphoria and distracted, unfeeling about stuff that really matters. "Nothing matters except that I’m enjoying the moment!" vibe. He gets to live a life worthy of Dionysus, with alcohol and women and debauchery and like— never having to think again, never having to feel anything but pleasure again, never have to feel guilty or shitty or angry or sad. He has a harem and gets everything on a silver platter.

Breaking news demon magic-induced rush of euphoria and power still not enough to cure this man of his self-hatred nor his capacity for thought!! But in his case a state of euphoria is what he seeks I think, to kinda mask or replace the Everything Else.

The other is what I think closer to what canon suggests, with what WL implied too with "I’ll make you a new wife and kids like the originals!! 😊", it’s a (spoilers) Wandavision type thing where it’s a slice of life where he’s never at work and always at home and the family eats lunches at the dinner table together and everything and everyone at any moment is just. Happy. No issues. It was all a dream, this is real and everything is fine and your family is perfect and happy. I like to think the timeline would be wonky, his daughters would fluctuate in age, but he’d want to be there for what he missed, would want them to still rely on him and look up to him like when they were young, would like to forget that they’re now independent adults and the distance that grew between Chilchuck and his siblings is happening between them as well. Chil would want doppelgangers of his family imo, at its core just a general wish for a peaceful happy family life with no drama, no need to compromise, a little paradise of unconditional love and no consequences. It’s for sure straightforward, but Chilchuck is a man with straightforward desires…

But see Chilchuck is a greedy man, and he wants it both ways without having to sacrifice anything or expanding any efforts himself. He wants to have his cake and eat it too. I think playing with these two opposite directions and mixing and matching is most fun. Him leading a life where he indulges in all his worst habits while still having everything he wants… Him getting to have BOTH his wife and any woman he can imagine up, his life like two sides of a coin he can flip at any moment where he’s partying then he’s at home enjoying the quiet and his toddler daughters playing with toys on the carpet. Christ when you remember it’s all an illusion that’s terrifying, the doppelgangers and succubi from the winged lion playing chilchuck ping pong.

A safe little haven both security-stability wise and emotionally. Gets to have both the relaxing and the thrilling in any dose he wants, mixed or separatedly. What I’d argue he had pre-canon too: Can live it up in taverns away from home, stays away from home for long periods of time, and can come back to home aka the symbol of relaxation and safety whenever he decides to. Something he can leave and come back to at will, an anchor he can trust in (until it’s taken from him and his wife leaves. Or in his worse nightmare people rush in and kill his daughters). The ideal of a house and family to a working man, perhaps…

I think it’s fun to think on wether or not these desires would be interesting at all to the winged lion… In canon he seeks out "rare/complex desires", common simple things like I imagine riches, sex, substances and pleasure would be are boring to him, he’s eaten those so many times already. So perhaps he wouldn’t last long as a dunlord, the WL would want to eat him fully quick, can’t keep him interested or waiting long for a meager meal, too much effort raising the cattle and too low quality meat. By making it more twisted or layered Chil’s desire would become more desirable to the demon, it’s part of what’s fun with the third option to me. But whatever. Has he ever eaten a guy with this much repression and self-sabotage... Like trying to get the meat out of a walnut, enrichment…

Other dunlord Chil takes I’ve seen that are fun and good:

@feelo-fick and @pluvio-floret have a dunlord Chilchuck AU project dubbed "tragedy AU" where Chilchuck is said to be "on vacation", in a weird delirious state, only half-there half of the time… From which he doesn’t want to wake up </3 Quoting Feelo, this is why the vacation thing is only a half-joke cause he is 1) letting all his responsibilities go 2) indulging in himself and 3) "spending time with his family" <- lie but you get what i mean. Additional comments that have me vigorously nodding: because changing is hard why cant things just be okay right now without the effort !!! Life is hard he’s so so tired he just wants to feel good… he just wants life to feel nice and easy for a sec while he can learn to breathe again and lose the stress and trauma he’s accumulated…….. spoiler alert yes !!! in fact a depressed person can suck themselves into their job and lock out the world who wouldve thought !!!

And then Cabinette I know posted about his dunlord take once but I don’t have the link, in which Chil has a lot of nosebleeds because of mana overload which is fun and interesting to think about imo~

In dunmeshi, where characters get underground pockets of the world as their playground disconnected from everything outside and the rest of the world, it’s important to remember to face reality even if it has conflict and people with different views and stances from you, it’s something Chilchuck and Marcille and everyone needed to learn, and the thing with a dungeon lord AU is that you imagine a timeline where he fails to <3

A timeline where his dungeon lord wish is to desire nothing bc hope and want has only ever hurt him would also go so hard. Very universal thing though I suppose.

… And this is why a Chilchuck-centric Coraline AU is really really interesting and fitting and topical— Ok that’ll go in a separate reblog/post at @Fumiku I need to let this end

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[cod-thoughts]

There is a road that leads to home

Word count: 48.9k (yup o_o)

Relationships: GhostPrice, PriceGhost

Tags: PricGhostweek2024, Soulmate AU, Soulmate marks, getting together, second chances, hurt/comfort, fluff, they love each other, teeny tiny bit of suggestive themes but more cause Ghost is flirty as fuck.

Day 7 of GhostPrice week: "fate" and the title is from "A story never told" - Opeth

Everyone knew about soulmates. They were as much a part of life as birthdays or growing pains—inevitable, unavoidable, something you didn’t have to think about until the moment it happened to you. It was a rite of passage, or at least that was how the adults had described it. Like an appointment you couldn’t skip or a birthday you couldn’t miss, even if you weren’t ready for it. Sometime between the ages of ten and twelve, they’d said, your mark would appear. A short phrase, written on your skin, that would be the first words your soulmate ever said to you. OR A GhostPrice soulmate AU Read the first chapter under the cut and the rest can be found on AO3

Soulmates were the kind of thing Simon Riley had learned to think of as other people’s business. They belonged to the couples holding hands in the streets, to the kids at school showing off their marks with a pride he could never quite understand, and to the kind of life he couldn’t quite picture for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in soulmates—not exactly—but the concept felt distant, like a story he’d overheard in passing and never fully grasped.

He sat cross-legged on the floor of his small bedroom, his back pressed against the bedframe. The wooden edge bit into his shoulders, a faint and familiar discomfort. The worn carpet beneath him scratched faintly against his legs, its texture rougher where the threads had frayed with age. His jumper, stretched thin from too many winters and too few replacements, did little to shield him from the creeping chill that seeped through the cracks in the room. He tugged the cuffs down over his hands, the loose, unravelling fabric dangling awkwardly past his fingers as if trying to hide him from the cold.

The streetlamp outside cast a pale, flickering light through the gap in the curtains, slicing the dim room into uneven patches of light and shadow. One beam landed squarely on the carpet in front of him, turning the grey fibres an almost silver hue, while the rest of the room remained cloaked in a soft, unyielding gloom. He traced the edge of the carpet absently, fingers finding the loose threads with a practised kind of familiarity, tugging at them just enough to feel the resistance but never enough to unravel them completely.

Everyone knew about soulmates. They were as much a part of life as birthdays or growing pains—inevitable, unavoidable, something you didn’t have to think about until the moment it happened to you. It was a rite of passage, or at least that was how the adults had described it. Like an appointment you couldn’t skip or a birthday you couldn’t miss, even if you weren’t ready for it. Sometime between the ages of ten and twelve, they’d said, your mark would appear.

A short phrase, written on your skin, that would be the first words your soulmate ever said to you.

The idea had always sounded strange to Simon, the notion that a few words could mean so much. But people believed in it. They cherished their marks, carried them like tiny pieces of destiny etched into their bodies. The location of the mark was supposed to mean something too—a clue about your soulmate, like a treasure map waiting to be deciphered.

Marks on hands or wrists were common, the kind of places people naturally reached for when they met someone important. Others were bolder, etched along collarbones or resting close to the heart, symbols of intimacy and pride. Those with marks in unexpected places, tucked away on ankles, shoulders, or the curve of a rib, often spoke of their soulmates with an air of mystery, as if fate had hidden the words on purpose, just to make their story that much more compelling.

The one thing everyone seemed to agree on, though, was the moment soulmates met. When the words were finally spoken aloud.

It burned.

Not just a tingle, not even a spark, but an all-consuming, undeniable heat that branded itself into your very being. People said it wasn’t something you could miss, no matter how distracted or oblivious you might be. It was unmistakable. The kind of feeling that forced you to stop, to recognise it, to understand. You didn’t have to question it, didn’t have to wonder or doubt. It was how you’d know, beyond anything else, that this was your person.

Simon didn’t know what to think about that. At school, he kept his head down when his classmates whispered about their marks, their voices barely hushed, filled with a mix of awe and envy that rippled through the group. One boy had shown off the small phrase curving neatly over his forearm*—“You dropped this”*—with a grin that didn’t leave his face for days. He’d rolled up his sleeve at every opportunity, basking in the attention like he’d just been handed a trophy. A girl had mumbled something about hers being on her ankle, her voice shy but threaded with pride.

Simon stayed quiet. The air around him felt heavier in those moments, like their excitement might crush him if he lingered too long. He wasn’t sure anyone would ask him what he thought, but if they did, he didn’t have an answer. Soulmates felt like something too big, too distant, and he wasn’t ready to reach for it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

The low hum of the television downstairs filtered through the walls, a muted backdrop to the sharp, cutting sound of his father’s voice. The cadence was familiar—anger that swelled and fell like the tide, unpredictable yet constant. The words were indistinct, but the tone was unmistakable—edged with anger, rising and falling in bursts that made Simon flinch. His fingers pressed harder into the carpet, his heart beating a little faster.

He leaned back against the bedframe, letting his eyes drift to the ceiling. Cracks ran along the plaster like veins, weaving patterns that his mind tried and failed to make sense of. Some of the lines intersected, forming vague shapes—a jagged star, a crooked branch—but none of it seemed to settle into anything real. The cold air brushed against his skin, sharper in the places where his jumper had pulled away.

Then it hit.

A warmth, faint at first, pulsed low on his thigh. It wasn’t the kind of warmth that came and went, like brushing too close to a heater or wrapping your hands around a cup of tea. He froze, the sensation growing stronger—tingling, steady, undeniable. His hands moved instinctively, fingers brushing against the skin just above his knee. It was smooth, unbroken, but… something was there.

He stared as faint lines began to form, like ink bleeding up from beneath the surface. It spread slowly, deliberately, as though the words had been waiting just beneath his skin all along. His breath hitched, a sharp sound in the quiet room, as the words took shape with deliberate precision:

“You’re early.”

Simon’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his heart thundering as he traced the mark with trembling fingers. The sensation lingered, a faint hum just beneath the surface, like the heat was reluctant to leave. The words were dark, neat, and somehow ordinary against his pale skin. But they weren’t ordinary. Not by a long shot.

Soulmates were supposed to love you, weren’t they? For who you were, not who they wanted you to be. The thought sent a flicker of warmth through his chest, but it faded quickly. He glanced at the door, half-expecting it to burst open. He could already picture his father’s voice cutting through the air, sharp and jagged as broken glass.

The mark was strange—its placement, its meaning. He knew the stories, the way marks appeared where your soulmate was supposed to touch you most often. It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t the curve of a hand reaching for yours or a place someone might rest their head. It wasn’t hidden or intimate, not like some of the others he’d heard about. Just… there.

His fingers hovered over the words. “You’re early.” Early for what? For who?

The door creaked open a fraction, and Simon’s whole body tensed. His mum’s voice filtered through the gap, soft but tentative. “Simon? You alright in there?”

His mouth felt dry, but he managed a reply. “Yeah.”

A pause. Then, “Dinner’s ready, love. Come down when you’re ready.”

Her voice lingered for a moment longer than usual, as though she wanted to say more but couldn’t quite find the words. He didn’t answer right away. His mum’s footsteps retreated, and he waited until the sound faded before letting out a slow, shaky breath.

She tried. He knew that. But trying wasn’t the same as doing, and the guilt of knowing he couldn’t help her—couldn’t fix anything—curled around him like a second skin. It was heavy, that guilt, weighing him down in ways he didn’t fully understand yet.

The mark hadn’t changed. It sat there, unyielding and permanent, as real as the cracks in the ceiling. He ran his fingers over it again, half-expecting the words to vanish, to smudge away like writing on a fogged-up mirror. But they stayed, stubborn and solid. Maybe he didn’t hate the idea of a soulmate. Maybe he just couldn’t imagine someone ever loving him.

For now, it was just a set of words on his thigh, a promise he didn’t know how to keep. He tugged his shorts down to cover it, his fingers brushing the fabric absently as he leaned back once more.

If someone out there was meant for him, maybe they’d find him. Maybe not.

But the thought stayed with him, quiet and warm, as he closed his eyes. It was a small thing, that warmth, but it was enough to cling to for now.

[sea-me-now]

fun fact; Splatoon themed 3 in one body wash and shampoo exists

[rofax]

I took a piece of art from my journal like, 2 years ago, and re-did it digitally bc it has been feeling ESPECIALLY POIGNANT LATELY.

[pansy2005]

btw i hate modern bandom culture for making camping out for several days in advance seem even semi normal or reasonable. i simply don’t think you should have to sleep on the fucking street to get barricade at a my chemical romance show. it’s like. twenty one pilots fan type behavior

[xxplastic-cubexx]

thinkin bout magneto's lil list of aliases from that One Shot of his government file or w/e in 97 and how it lists the three main men who've played him (David Hemblen, Ian McKellen, Michael Fassbender) and kinda cackling at the idea 1.) if they included All his names 2.) having 'michael' on that list twice

[weaponizedmoth]

The Venture Family Group Photo (Hank, Dean, Rusty, and Brock) 😁👏

Bonus with Mr. Reachy ;3;" (I have no idea for Adding this for the venture family photo ^^")

(I usually make these B&W but I wanted to go all out for this one).

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[seaglassdinosaur]

I know we collectively agree that Hiccup isn’t romantically inclined, and his getting married and having kids didn’t make sense in the epilogue, but consider: Hiccup getting married for political reasons.

It’s a marriage of alliance, which is recognized both by him and his partner, and they enter it without expectations of romantic involvement. Since they’re now married, they live in the same castle, spend time together, and Hiccup finds he really likes his spouse. They’re funny, get along with his friends, and has the same interests and values. They both probably speak multiple languages. She understands why Hiccup is so dedicated to making the Wilderwest better, and holds similar views. She’s a good politician (her job after all, was to be an ambassador). Hiccup likes spending time with them, and the feeling is mutual. They’re not in love, they have their own lives, but they’re dedicated to each other and eventually decide to raise children. They teach their kids how to train hawks and hunt with dragons, riding, history, the Languages, and all the necessary skills of their world. They’re not in love and they’re happy together.

[ananke-xiii]

Okay, I think I can finally share this now.

In my version of "Moriah" Chuck orders Jack to kill Castiel with the promise of bringing things back to how they were before all the mess they're in now, Mary included. Jack starts panicking and crying and is clearly being played but he's in no state to rationalize things so he starts blurting out all kinds of stuff and eventually resolves to actually do it. Sam and Dean are forced to watch by Chuck and are totally incapacitated just like us, hypothetical viewers, are made to watch Jack's tragedy as it unfolds.

But Castiel is okay with that and actually plans to do the deed himself in order to avoid at least this one pain in Jack's life so he comes close to Jack and holds his face in one hand while the other is ready for the blade. He needs to tell him one last thing before the end. They're both crying but somehow Cas find the courage to recite a different type of blessing over the children, one that of course doesn't involve God and it goes something like this:

Jack, don't cry. It's okay, it's okay.

I need to tell you something, Jack and I need you to listen carefully, okay? Okay, good.

Being elected as your father has been the greatest joy and honor of my life. Hey, it's okay, shhh, it's okay, listen to me.

It was a joy so great that I got scared, Jack. I'm sorry Jack but I got so scared. I didn't know it then but it was this gnawing fear of losing it all, of losing you, that made me make... many mistakes. It was this fear that prevented me from understanding who you really are, from seeing the truth. So here it is.

Jack, you were, are and always will be such a luminous, beautiful and important presence in this world. Ah, as a matter of fact, in any world. Because you're... you. And you are... amazing.

No, no, no listen to me now, please, shhh, it's okay: You have to know that whatever happens in your life, I will be there for you. No matter what, I will be by your side. If things will go wrong, I'll be there to give you my energy. If things will go right, I'll also be there to give you even more energy.

You must never forget that you're loved, Jack. Oh, look at you: my son...my son... I love you. So much.

Cas, in an instant, is ready with his angel blade but it's in this moment that the Shadow erupts into the world to take Castiel away: no reasoning, no strategic plan, nothing. The moment of happiness is the moment of unconditional love.

Chuck's frantic because this "unconditional love" thing wasn't in his script and yells that it was not supposed to happen this way, that he gave them the possibility to access everything they ever wanted, the price was just one self-loathing, doomed-anyway angel but it still wasn't enough for them, was it?

It's also the moment where Sam, briefly freed from Chuck's powers, gets his lucidity back and decides to pull the trigger on Chuck (and himself). In the background, Jack's screaming and crying so much that the mere force of his screams is enough to resurrect the whole cemetery but Cas is not coming back to him.

Chuck is wounded by Sam (who's also hurting in return) and is forced to flee. Dean is also wounded beyond repair and is like turned to stone and almost can't breathe because he's living, again, one of the worst moments of his life as we go back to a distorted, more messed-up version of s12 finale and to the beginning of Jack's tragic story.

Jack is spiralling and he's out of control and out of himself as he starts opening woundsrifts after rifts through dimensions and worlds looking for Chuck, looking for the Empty, looking for whatever comes first at this point because he's moved by the dangerous, unpredictable and explosive bomb that is revenge spurred by love. Until Billie finds him.