#jodie pretends to be a nurse

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My dad trying to get me to complain that new dw is too woke as if my own sexuality wouldn't give him problems if he knew

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Headcanon: When You're Having His Child...

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This one is requested by @cevansbaby-dove, and is kind of a continuation of this imagine: When you have morning sickness.

Tags/Warnings: Potential fluff overload.

HC: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would act while you're in labor.

Dean Winchester

Oh, sweet man...

Dean does the thing where he pretends he has his shit together.

He's really trying, for your sake, for his own, and to save face around Sam and Eileen and Jody and everyone else in the hospital waiting room.

They can see it, and he knows it: he's freaking the hell out.

When he's in the room with you, he's either helping you, holding your hand, waiting for you to be dilated enough to start the whole "having a baby" process, or pacing around on those bowlegs, occasionally dragging a hand over his mouth in that telltale nervous gesture.

"Babe, come 'ere," you say with strain. That last contraction really took it out of you. "You're making me even more nervous than I already am."

Dean goes to you and smooths a hand over your hair.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. How're you holding up?"

Tears well up in your eyes, but you try to breathe through it. You're overwhelmed, you're in pain, and you've been in labor for several hours already.

"We're ready for this, right?" you ask, squeezing his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed and makes sure you look him in the eyes.

"We're about to find out," he says, with a bit of teasing. But his gaze is steady when he brings your hand up to his lips. "You don't gotta worry about anything. I'm gonna be with you, come whatever, okay?"

You smile, because you don't just believe him. You know.

Because after years of fighting together, surviving together, living together, you know that this is just one more adventure you get to go on with him by your side.

Now, Dean would rather not see all the gritty details of the birth, but he stays in the delivery room, letting you squeeze the shit out of his hand. He's not going to leave your side. He's wiping sweat from your brow and encouraging you, being whatever kind of support you need.

After the baby's born and the nurses bring her back all cleaned up, Dean holds his daughter for the first time.

He has tears in his eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't even blink. He stares down at that small, perfect face. Already he sees some of your features in her.

He can't put into words how he feels. It's overwhelming in his chest. But one thing is certain...

Dean's never been more grateful to be alive than in this moment.

He blinks, and the first of his tears fall. He brings her to you, sitting down carefully on the edge of your bed again so you can hold her. You're beyond exhaustion, sweaty, and weeping, but one thing is certain...

You've never been more grateful for Dean than in this moment.

You turn to him, giving him a small smile. He returns it, and he leans in to give you a gentle kiss.

"Do you have a name picked out yet?" one of the nurses asks.

You and Dean share a look: his imploring, yours knowing.

"We're not naming her Baby," you warn him.

"Aw, come on."

Beau Arlen

Round 2! 🫡

Beau runs the gambit from excited, to anxious, to freaking the hell out, and back to excited.

This is "Round 2" for him. His second child. But he's had reservations about being an "older" father to a new baby. (He's pushing 50 at this point. No matter how much he keeps in shape, he still feels his age in his bowlegged knees.)

You've assured him that plenty of men have children at his age.

Regardless of his insecurities though, you know he's still over the moon. Beau has always wanted more kids, deep down, and now thanks to you, he's getting his wish.

He's the man who's "prepared for anything."

When your water broke, he already had your to-go bag ready with everything you might need.

But he continues to ask you questions from the moment he's got you out the door to the drive over to the hospital, and even in the lobby.

"You thirsty? You comfortable like that? How's the pain? Just breathe, baby. I gotcha. Watch your step now. You hungry? We've got protein bars in the bag, unless you're cravin' something else. First things first, let's check in. Oh, I hope we can getcha in a private room. Let's see--oh damn, they sure are packed today, huh? Okay, how're you holdin' up? How's the pain, level of 1 to 10? Yep, got it, hold my hand. Just breathe through it. I gotcha."

Bless him. The man means well, but he's driving you freakin' crazy.

"Beau, I know. If you don't take a breath, I'm gonna pop you in the damn nose."

He tries not to smile at your grumpiness. "...Okay, I hear ya. Let's just get you into your room."

He rarely leaves your side during the entire labor, just to get you anything you might actually need. The radio at his belt occasionally goes off for work, but he apologizes, having forgotten to turn it off. He put Jenny in charge while he's gone.

"Let's just hope the precinct's still standing when I get back," he jokes. He finally turns off the radio and takes it off his belt, to your relief. And he returns his undivided attention to you.

Beau witnessed the birth of his daughter Emily, so he's no stranger to being in the delivery room. He even ventures past the curtain when your son is born, breathing air into his little lungs and letting out a powerful cry.

Beau laughs with tears in his eyes. "That's my boy."

When the nurses place him into your arms first, Beau supports your hold and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. "Good job, honey. Good job."

"I know," you tease weakly.

Beau chuckles. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and looks down at the small bundle in your arms and his.

"We have a son," Beau says. His eyes are red and shining. "I have a son."

"You have a son," you nod. You look over at him and lean in for a kiss. He obliges you, and rests his forehead against yours afterwards.

Life is meant for moments like this, he thinks.

He's damn grateful it's with you.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Readers of Strong as Blood in the BMD-verse will recognize some of this HC...

This day has been a long time coming, for both of you.

He smells like cigar smoke when he comes back into your recovery room. For which you have no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Butcher and M.M. outside the hospital. 

Ben was with you for most of the lead up to the birth, but you actually agreed that having him in the delivery room wasn't a good idea. He never did well with you in pain, and with his temper, he might just scare the shit out of the doctor and nurses.

He strides toward you though, when he enters the room. He lays a hand on your head and another on the baby's tuft of brown, downy hair.

"We have a daughter," you tell him, with a watery smile.

Part of him still twinges with disappointment. He didn't react well when he found out you weren't carrying a boy, his future son.

(You'd given him enough hell that he never brought up the subject again.)

But that all fades away when he looks down at his daughter's face.

He carefully sits on the edge of your bed, but he's suspended in time. His chest tightens in a way he's never experienced before.

It's almost like pain, but not. Not at all.

He brushes a thumb along the baby's soft cheek. He's almost hesitant to touch her, knowing how fragile she is.

"Beautiful, like her mother," he says at last. And he means it.

He earns your smile.

"Flatterer," you accuse. You know you look as wrecked as you feel. Somehow, none of that matter's whenever you look at your child's face.

You look over at Ben with a shining smile. His lips twitch. He leans in and meets your lips with a kiss, slow and deep and intimate in this quiet little room.

“You okay?” he asks you, after he pulls away. “Got everything you need?”

He’s become even more protective, of course, but also more attentive to you. Especially in the last few months of your pregnancy, seeing how uncomfortable you've become.

It warms you every time, when you consider how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he can be.

It seems that fatherhood is beginning to soften him, even before he begins. You quirk a smile at the thought, and at his question.

“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you say cheekily.

He snorts a bit loudly at that, and you shush him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expects nothing less from you.

“But I’m okay,” you answer his second question. “All I need right now is you.”

Ben considers you, a slightly gentler smile curving his lips, and he nods.

“All right,” he says. In this moment, he realizes that his entire world is in this room.

He’d never admit it, but it's a terrifying thought, for a man who once had everything and nothing.

You unknowingly stop the path of his thoughts when you ask him, "Want to hold her for a while?"

Ben perks up at attention. He's a bit uncertain on how exactly to hold the baby, but he can't lose face and tell you that. So he just accepts the bundle when you place her in his arms.

As he looks down at a small face that already has some of his features, he inhales a faltering breath.

It's the first time you ever see true tears in his eyes, despite how much he resists. One manages to draw a path down his cheek. 

“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, sweetheart,” he says. It elicits a knowing scoff out of you. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”

Ben looks up and finds the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes. His smirk softens around the edges.

“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he says.

AN: All right, I'll stop. 😭 I hope you enjoy this one, fluff overload and all! Who was your favorite this time: Dean, Beau, or Ben? 💜

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my little guy ⎯ 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝒀

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summary spending time at drew's mom's house and drew being the best dad in the world.

warning(s) a lot of baby fever drew (you’ve been warned)

You awoke at eight in the morning to your six month son, Caleb, babbling on Drew's chest. Drew's enormous hands grip Caleb's small hands to prevent him from falling. Their brief communicate made you grin before you turned over. 

Seeing Drew become a dad is one of the most beautiful and monumental things to experience with your own eyes. Drew is incredibly careful and loving with Caleb. He is meant to be a dad.

"Do you see mommy?" Caleb's gaze is fixed on you, a toothless smile growing in his face, "Can you say good morning?" Drew questions Caleb, as if he understands what he is saying. 

Caleb raises his arms in response, making you quietly chuckle, "Good morning, my handsome little guy!"

"What about me?" Drew mumbles, pretending to be butt hurt⎯what a drama queen.

"Oh and good morning my handsome hunka of a man" you try holding in your laughter but you let it out. Drew looks at you with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Never heard you say that before. He thinks to himself.

"What time did you two wake up?" you ask Drew, scooping Caleb to nurse him before he gets fussy. "Thirty minutes ago," he responds, seeing you cradle Caleb in your arms and helping you pull his shirt to nurse him.

Today is going to be a great day. Drew and you will be heading out to Drew's mom house. She wanted everyone to come over to spend some quality family time. Plus, it's been awhile since you've seen Jodie and family with Drew filming and such.

Arriving to the house, you carried Caleb's diaper bag on your shoulder, and Drew held Caleb in his carseat⎯sleeping peacefully away. "Do you think he'll wake up when the door opens?" you ask Drew, gesturing to Caleb.

Drew shrugs his shoulders, "I say it’s fifty fifty with him," he says honestly.

When the front door opens, Jodie is there, beaming and beaming with excitement. She stepped aside, motioned for you guys  to enter with her right hand, and then embraced you warmly.

With her hands on her knees, she leans slightly down and admires Caleb. "It's good to see you both," she squeals, "and seeing my handsome grandson who's sleeping."

Everyone's faces brightened up when they saw you enter the living room. You hugged everyone while Drew was on the other side of the living room.

Drew placed the carseat on the floor, kneeled down, and pulled up the handle and cover, revealing Caleb stirring in his seat. Drew let Caleb to sleep till he awoke.

"How was the drive getting here?" Brooke questioned, leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping her wine.

"Not too bad," Drew responds, "we were stopped in minor traffic."

Caleb is whimpering faintly in the living room, and you notice him wiping his tired eyes. "My sweet boy," you coo as you unbuckle him. "Mama's got you," you shh.

When you go into the kitchen with Caleb putting his head on your chest, looking around, and covering his face when everyone says "hi."

"Why are you being shy bub?" You chuckle lightly before kissing his temple─Caleb places his left hand on your chest, showing his face again─laughter fills the kitchen when he grins randomly.

──

The house became increasingly active throughout the day. You and Jodie talked in the kitchen about Caleb's developmental milestones, such how he was learning to sit up on his own and babbled "da-da" the other day. Meanwhile, Drew and Caleb exchanged moments that made your heart throb from love.

Every got their fair share of being in Calebs presence. It's amazing knowing how loved he is by his loved ones. Basically, he was the life of the show today.

Jodie has a play mat with an arch filled with colorful, textural toys that he can hold and pull. Drew lay on his stomach near Caleb, holding up a brightly colored toy to get his son's attention. "C'mon, buddy. "You can do it," he encouraged softly.

Brooke sits on the edge of the couch, filming the memorable moment. Everyone focused their attention on the two boys on the floor. Jodie and you were wondering what made everyone stop talking in the kitchen.

Caleb gave out a determined grunt, his tiny legs flailing as he attempted to get closer to the toy. Drew celebrated as if Caleb had just scored a touchdown. "That's my boy!"

──

Everyone was seated at the dinner table finishing their food. Caleb took a nap on the couch─it was his nap time and secured without falling off the edge. Drew was already finished with his plate and spent time with Caleb.

Drew sank onto the recliner chair, Caleb nestling in his arms. Caleb was rambling incoherently, his little fingers tracing Drew's facial features. 

"You're telling me all your secrets, huh?" Drew muttered, his voice low and soft. Caleb reacted with a gurgling that sounded disturbingly like laughter, and Drew's entire face brightened up.

Drew's twin.

There are specific things he does that prove he is Drew's son. Caleb was seated in his high chair last week, tasting new foods for the first time. Drew and you were sitting in front, feeding him. Caleb tries the food while squinting and leaning back with wide eyes, similar to Drew's behavior⎯he must've thought you did something.

Caleb was lying on Brooke's chest, gripping her pointer finger, and watching the football game on TV as the night came to an end. He made plenty of sounds whenever a tackle or touchdown happened.

You checked the time on your phone, it was getting late, and you guys needed to head back to the house soon. Drew started getting your belongings together while you started saying your goodbyes.

"It was so nice having you guys over," Jodie says, beaming with both delight and sadness as she watches you settle away. "Love is coming over Jodie," you say, smiling.

After getting home and settling in your pajamas, Drew and you gave Caleb a bath⎯his favorite thing ever. Always kicking and splashing everywhere. Drew carried Caleb in his room nextdoor while you did your skincare.

"I wonder what they're doing" you mumbled to yourself as you washed your hands.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Drew hold Caleb close and sway gently. "Goodnight, buddy," he said softly, his lips caressing Caleb's temple. "You're my everything, you know that?"

You feel a tear fall down your face. The sight caused your throat to knot with emotion. Once again, Drew being such an amazing dad.

You walked into the room and wrapped your arms around Drew from behind. He glances up and places his left hand on your right arm, "Hey, beautiful."

"You're good dad, you know that?" You tell him honestly, burying your face in his neck, thinking how nice he smells.

"And you're good mom, you gave me our son as you carried him so much," he whispers carefully so he won't wake Caleb, "you went through so much, I should be the one complimenting you."

What did you do to deserve someone like him?

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Request: can you do one where you know when Jody mills calls Bobby about the leviathan being her doctor but can you have it be the little sister ends up in the hospital somehow but she doesn’t know and she wakes up to the guy next to her being eaten and she calls her brothers all drugged up and confused and they’re even more confused because they have no idea how she ended up in the hospital but she’s freaking out like she’s so scared out of her mind and drugged up and not making any sense. They aren’t sure if she’s hallucinating because of the drugs or if it’s really a monster but they have to calm her down and get to her quick. Just make it really detailed and super dramatic thanks!

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I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here. Everything felt fuzzy—like I was underwater. Every thought was muffled, distant. The worst part? The pain. A burning, throbbing ache in my leg, making everything feel wrong.

I opened my eyes and blinked, but the world didn’t make sense. The walls were too white, too clean, and I felt like I was sinking into the bed. My body didn’t feel like mine—it was heavy, sluggish. My arms, my legs, everything felt out of sync, too far away to be real.

I tried to sit up, but that was a mistake. The room spun, and I was falling, falling deeper into a fog I couldn’t escape. A soft, persistent hum buzzed in the air, and I realized it was machines—beeping, whirring, tracking things I couldn’t understand. I tried to focus. The beeping sounded too loud, too close.

My leg—God, my leg. I didn’t even know how it got broken. I couldn’t even remember what had happened.

Something was wrong, though. I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this hospital. Not like this.

I turned my head, slowly, carefully. And that’s when I saw him.

A nurse.

And there was something in his eyes—a hunger. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. He was walking to the bed next to me, the one where an older man lay unconscious, connected to an IV. The nurse didn’t seem to care.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, but I kept my eyes on him, blinking slowly to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.

The nurse… he bent down.

And then—he ate him.

The sound was sickening. A wet, slurping noise as the nurse tore into the patient’s body, his hands moving with a grotesque precision. The crunching, tearing, swallowing—it made me gag. My stomach lurched, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink.

The man—the patient—was gone. Just… eaten. It wasn’t real, was it? It couldn’t be. My head was so foggy, my body so numb, but I had to pretend. I couldn’t let him know I was awake.

I held my breath, closing my eyes just as the nurse straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The silence that followed felt worse than the sounds of the feeding. I could hear the faint sound of his boots tapping on the floor, the rustle of fabric as he turned away.

I had to move. I had to get out of here.

I could barely think straight. My mind felt like it was breaking apart. Every thought, every connection between what was real and what wasn’t felt distant, like I was grasping at pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t put together.

The nurse’s footsteps faded, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. What the hell just happened?

The fear that gripped me was suffocating. I needed help and I needed my brothers. They would help me. They needed to know. This had to be a leviathan.

I fumbled for my phone. It felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in my hands, but somehow I managed to dial Dean’s number. The ringing felt endless, stretching into infinity. But then—click. Dean’s voice crackled through the line.

“Hello?”

“D-Dean!” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I—I don’t know—what’s happening, I—I’m in the hospital… I don’t know how I g-got here, but—my leg—it’s broken, and—and the nurse—he’s a monster, Dean! A monster—he ate the guy next to me!”

I was rambling. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. My breath was coming too fast, too shallow. I was scared. More scared than I’d ever been.

“What the hell are you talking about, kid?” Dean’s voice was sharp with confusion and concern. “Are you okay? What��s going on? Where are you?”

“I—I don’t know!” My words slurred together, the morphine in my system making it hard to think straight. “I—my leg—he’s a m-monster, Dean! He’s eating people… he ate him... he ate him, Dean... I’m scared—I can’t move! Please—I can’t—”

“Kiddo, listen to me. Hey, slow down, okay?” Dean’s voice turned urgent, his tone low but commanding. “What happened to you? What the hell did they give you? What’s going on?”

“I’m—morphine,” I gasped, choking on the word. “I’m on morphine, and—and everything’s blurry… so blurry... Dean, please—I’m scared. I can’t move… please help me—he’s—he’s coming back, I can’t… I can’t stop him.”

My chest tightened as I whispered, “He’s going to eat me. Please don’t let him eat me.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Dean’s voice cracked, concern and confusion bleeding through. “You’re not making sense, sweetheart. You need to calm down, okay? Tell me exactly where you are. What hospital are you in? We’re coming, okay? Just—calm down, alright?”

I could hear Sam’s voice in the background, muffled, frantic. I wasn’t sure if they were talking to each other or talking to me. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think. Everything around me was too loud. Too much.

I choked on a sob. “Sioux Falls General... I’m… I’m so scared, Dean, please help me, please... I can’t move... I can’t...”

The line went quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of my heart. My leg—it hurt so much. The pain was sharp and insistent, but the fear clawed its way through, overwhelming me.

“We’re coming, kid. I need you to take a deep breath for me okay? You’re going to make yourself pass out.”

“I-I can’t…No, no! He ate… He ate him Dean!” You shrieked in pure panic thinking about how you were defenseless against this monster.

“Listen to me sweetheart, you’re going pass out if you continue to panic while you’re all drugged up on whatever they have you on. And you need to stay on alert, you hear me kid?” He asked strongly, fearing for your safety. Not knowing if you were hallucinating because of the drugs or if your nurse really ate the guy next to you.

“No Dean… I need to… I-I need to get out of here. He-he’s going to eat me next. I-I-I don’t want to be e-eaten next! I can’t… I don’t want…” I continued to ramble as I sat up in the hospital bed. The room was spinning and my head was heavy. My leg was burning with every movement I made, but I had to get away.

“No, no—stay still!” Dean barked through the phone, the panic in his voice making my stomach churn. “Don’t move, you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

But I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t stop. I had to get out of here.

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I tried to push myself up, to stand. My body refused to cooperate. The pain in my broken leg was excruciating, but I tried anyway, dragging my leg beneath me. I could feel the cold tile of the floor, but when I pushed with my arms, I collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. My phone flung out of my hand, the crackle of the line still alive, but all I could hear was the pounding of my pulse and the tightness in my chest.

“Stop! Stop moving!” Dean screamed through the phone. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, stay still!”

I whimpered in pain, unable to focus, my vision swimming. The air felt thick with tension, but I couldn’t stop.

“I—I have to go… I have to get away,” I muttered through shallow, desperate breaths.

“We’re almost there kid, hang in there.” He reassured. I tried to move my body, but it felt like I was stuck in cement. My body felt too heavy, everything felt weak and there was an excruciating pain throbbing through my leg.

“De,” I whimpered, trying to pull myself forward. “Please, help me... please.” I cried with one last plea, hoping he would be able to hear me.

Then, just as I thought I might pass out from the pain and fear, Dean’s sharp voice cut through the phone in a loud muffled yell.

“We’re here, we’re coming kid.”

But, I couldn’t hold on anymore. My eyes fluttered, and I was floating in darkness.

The cold floor beneath me felt distant, and the pain in my leg was nothing but an echo now, a far-off sensation as I drifted away. The last thing I remembered was Dean’s frantic voice cutting through the fog—his words slurred and muffled as if I were listening through thick glass.

Then everything went black.

When I finally opened my eyes again, it wasn’t the blurry, distant world I had been seeing earlier. No, this time the world came crashing back at once, sharp and too bright. The ceiling above me was white, too white, and the sounds of footsteps echoed around me, too loud, too real.

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice broke through the haze, and I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. “Hey, hey, wake up. Stay with us.”

I tried to focus on him, but everything felt so far away. My body felt limp, my arms and legs like lead. My breath came in shallow bursts, and every movement sent pain pulsing through me—through my leg, through my chest, through my very soul. I didn’t want to open my eyes, didn’t want to move. I was so tired, so weak.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t do this to us,” Sam pleaded, his voice tight with concern. “You’re okay. We’re here.”

But I couldn’t feel okay. Not with what had just happened. The nurse. The monster. He ate the man. He ate him, and I was next. My mind was racing, panic bubbling up from the pit of my stomach. I had to tell them. They had to know what I saw. They had to believe me.

I gasped, a strangled sob escaping my lips as I tried to push myself up again, but my limbs were sluggish, weak. “The nurse,” I murmured, voice hoarse, still feeling the remnants of the drugs fogging my thoughts. “He ate him... he ate him, Sam.” My voice broke as tears welled up, slipping down the sides of my face.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Sam said quickly, his hands on my shoulders, trying to ground me. “It’s alright. Just breathe.”

But I couldn’t. The panic was too much. The fear was too loud in my head, a relentless drumbeat. I reached out blindly, my trembling hand landing on his arm as I pointed toward the bed where the older man had been lying. The bed was empty now, the sheets torn and soaked with blood. The air smelled thick, metallic.

“He ate him,” I whispered again, my eyes wide, unblinking. “The nurse… he ate him, Sam. Look! Look at the blood.”

Dean’s voice shot out from behind Sam, low and serious, though I could hear the panic beneath it. “Son of a bitch.”

I saw him stand there, his face tight with grim determination, his gun holstered but his hand resting on it like he was ready for anything. Sam turned his head, following my trembling finger to the bed, his expression shifting from confusion to dawning horror. “Oh, God,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s... that’s blood.”

Dean cursed again, his words low but harsh. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here, now.”

“I can’t— I can’t move… Sam, please... please don’t let him get me. Please—”

I was shaking now, my body trembling so violently it felt like I might shatter. Sam’s eyes flicked to Dean for just a moment—silent communication passing between them. Then, in a flash, Sam was at my side, his arms under mine, lifting me up despite my weak protests.

“Come on, bug. We’re getting you out of here,” Sam said firmly, his voice a lifeline, though the urgency was clear. “I know you’re scared, I know, but you’ve got to trust us. We’re going.”

Dean was already moving, glancing back at us as he pushed through the door. “We need to move. Now, Sam. Leviathan or not, we need to get out.”

“I—I can’t move!” I whimpered, struggling in Sam’s arms. My body felt like it was made of stone, too heavy, too weak to be useful. “Please, don’t let him—”

“Y/N, stop,” Sam’s voice was sharp, though gentle as he tried to steady me, his grip tightening around my torso as he began walking with me. “He’s not here. He’s not getting you. We’re getting out of here, okay? You’re going to be fine.” He reassured. He understood that it was all the drugs that were coursing through my body that were making me ramble and panic even more than I already was.

I clung to Sam, my heart hammering in my chest, my hands gripping his jacket as if it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. My mind felt like it was on the verge of splitting in two. My thoughts raced, fragments of fear and confusion cutting through me like shards of glass. The nurse. The blood. The teeth. It was all real, wasn’t it? But my body didn’t respond the way I needed it to. My legs dragged, and Sam had to practically carry me as I whimpered in his arms.

Dean was already ahead, scanning the hallway with a sharp, practiced eye. “It’s too quiet,” he muttered under his breath. “Too damn quiet.”

Sam looked back at me, worry darkening his features as he walked faster, picking up the pace. “Stay with us, bug. We’re almost out, okay?”

But the fear was overwhelming. The memory of that nurse’s eyes—those predatory eyes—still haunted me. I couldn’t shake it. The taste of panic was suffocating, and I couldn’t form the words to explain how terrified I was, how close I had been to being next.

As Sam carried me down the hallway, I caught sight of a door at the far end—an exit. I didn’t think. My hand shot out toward it, my voice barely a whisper, my throat tight with terror. “The door... we have to get out... please, please—”

Sam’s eyes darted to the exit, and he nodded sharply. “We’re going. Don’t worry.”

But as we reached the exit, I could hear the sound of footsteps behind us, heavy and deliberate. And the last thing I remembered was Dean pulling open the door, Sam running with me in his arms, the air rushing past us as we bolted into the night.

I had no idea if the leviathan was still following us, if it was still out there. All I knew was that I was alive. And that, for the moment, was enough.

But the fear was far from gone.

The drugs were slowly wearing off, and the fog that had once clouded everything was beginning to lift, leaving a sharp, uncomfortable clarity behind. My head throbbed, a dull ache spreading from the base of my skull to my temples. My leg—God, my leg—still felt broken, but it was less of an overwhelming, burning pain now. The morphine had done its job, but now, as it faded, the sharp reality of everything came rushing back.

I blinked against the light streaming through the car window, the movement of the world outside making me dizzy. Sam’s steady presence beside me was a balm I didn’t know I needed. His arm was around my shoulders, and I leaned into him, grateful for the steady comfort he was offering.

“You’re doing alright,” Sam murmured, his voice low and soothing, like he was trying to keep me tethered to this moment, to us. He’d been so calm with me the whole time—his voice, his touch, everything about him felt like a safe harbor in a storm.

I nodded weakly, swallowing hard. “I… I think I’m okay. Just… my head…my leg. It’s hurting.”

“You’re just coming down from the morphine,” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “It’ll pass. Just breathe through it sweetheart, alright?”

I nodded again, trying to focus on his words, trying to force my breathing to steady. But the memories came flooding back: the nurse, the man he’d eaten, the absolute terror that had made my body freeze, unable to move or scream. The monster. And the idea of being his next meal still made my stomach twist.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words caught in my throat, too jumbled and confused to form any kind of sentence.

“Shh,” Sam whispered, sensing my distress before I even had a chance to speak. He gave me a small, comforting squeeze. “You’re safe now. We’re almost at Bobby’s. Just hold on a little longer.”

I closed my eyes, leaning into him even more, trying to let the rhythm of the car and his steady voice lull me into some semblance of peace. The panic still had its claws in me, but Sam was holding me together, piece by piece. Slowly, I felt the tension in my body begin to loosen.

The car pulled into a familiar gravel driveway, and I heard the engine cut off. Dean’s voice sounded from the front seat as he turned to look at us.

“We’re here, kid,” he said, his voice rough with worry. He’d been quiet for most of the ride, his protective instinct kicking in full force. “You okay?”

I blinked, trying to gather my bearings, and gave him a weak smile. “Yeah… yeah, I think so. Just… just need a minute.”

Dean nodded, not needing to say anything more. He got out of the car first, quickly moving to the back to open the door and help me out.

Sam gently helped me sit up, his arms steadying me as I tried to move. I winced from the ache in my leg, but both Sam and Dean were right there, supporting me. They were a rock, a constant that I could rely on.

“Alright hey, it’s just a few steps,” Dean said softly, guiding me out of the car. “We’ll get you inside, and then you can rest.”

As he helped me out, his eyes were scanning the surroundings, always alert, always ready. The familiar scent of Bobby’s place—wood, dust, a faint trace of oil—was comforting, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I could exhale.

Once inside, Bobby’s house was a welcome sight. It was small, cozy even, with bookshelves crammed with every possible lore book, every map and weapon that a hunter might need. The air smelled like aged leather and history, and as soon as we stepped inside, Bobby’s gravelly voice greeted us from the living room.

“What the hell happened?”

I gave him a weak smile, the exhaustion creeping up on me. “I… I don’t even know.”

Bobby’s gaze softened when he saw my pale face and the tight way I was holding myself. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable. Sam—grab her some water.”

Dean gently helped me to the couch, sitting beside me with an arm around my shoulders. “You okay, kid?” he asked again, his voice softer now, as the adrenaline of the ride began to fade.

I let out a shaky breath, still feeling the aftermath of the fear that had been gripping me so tightly. “I don’t know,” I whispered, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my life. “I saw him… I saw that nurse… he ate that guy, Dean. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

Dean’s arm tightened around me. “I know you’re scared, but you’re safe here. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Sam returned with a glass of water, handing it to me gently. “Drink,” he said, his voice still carrying that edge of protectiveness. “You need to hydrate, bug. Don’t think we’re letting you out of our sight anytime soon.”

I took a slow sip, the coolness of the water helping to ground me.

Bobby came over, a concerned frown on his face as he took a seat in the armchair across from me. “So, you’re telling me that nurse... was a Leviathan?”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “I think so. I saw the hunger in his eyes… and he ate that man, Bobby. He ate him, like... like he was nothing.”

Bobby cursed softly under his breath. “Damn. That’s not good. We’re gonna have to figure out a way to deal with this.”

“I don’t want to go back out there,” I whispered, my voice so small that I barely recognized it as my own. “I don’t ever want to see that thing again.”

“We won’t let him get you. We won’t let him hurt anyone else.”

I felt myself nodding slowly, the weight of my panic starting to ease just a little. I was still rattled, my thoughts still spinning in circles, but in this moment, with Sam and Dean here, with Bobby’s solid presence in the room, I could almost feel the safety I so desperately needed.

“We’ll figure this out, bug.” Sam said quietly, his usual bravado replaced with a rare tenderness. “You’re not alone in this. We’re all in this together.”

I leaned my head against Dean’s shoulder, my breath slowly beginning to even out. For the first time in what felt like days, I let myself relax, letting the tension in my body ease, just a little.

As much as I wanted to forget everything that had happened—wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen a monster eat someone right in front of me—I knew that wasn’t going to happen. But for now, in Bobby’s safe house, with my brothers beside me, I could breathe. I was safe. And that was enough. For now, it would have to be.

[apocalypseornaw]

Nothing I Would Change

(We'll pretend this is Dean for the sake of this)

I was tagged in this post by @kayhi808 on @witchygagirl the challenge was "cursed" so I used a Buffy episode storyline

Warnings um just cursing and mentions of blood I believe

"Alex, where did you hear about this place?" You followed her into the door of a costume shop she'd dragged you, Claire, Kaia and Patience to. The only reason Jody had ok'd the trip was due to your presence. "A nurse I work with" she replied looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

You weren't sure about the idea of a Halloween party. Garth was hosting it but the idea of multiple hunters taking a night off on possibly one of the busiest nights? Kind of rubbed you the wrong way, plus the chance of something going sideways.

You followed the girls around the store half heartedly paying attention to their choices, giving your opinion when asked. Normally you loved taking the girls out for a day but your head wasn't in it. You and Dean weren't exactly fighting but there was something not quite right.

On some level you felt like maybe it was the idea that you weren't exactly the picture of femininity. Yeah you could clean up decent if a case called for it but you preferred your flannel and jeans. You knew Dean, he wasn't a guy like that. He did not expect the whole damsel in distress, need a man to save me type of girl but the longest relationship he'd ever had was Lisa and for fucks sake the woman wore satin gowns to sleep in while you wore an old band tshirt.

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"You're being quiet. What's up?" Claire asked once they all had purchases and you were yet to even look. You shrugged "stuck in my own head I guess" Kaia smiled "Want help picking a costume?" You nodded "Sure. You girls know my sizes. Have at it" the four of them went in separate directions so you headed for the dressing rooms to wait.

Claire came back with an outfit that vaguely resembled Xena, Kaia had a dress tucked over her arm while Alex had grabbed a nurse outfit and Patience a cop outfit. You took the bundle with a slight smirk "Jesus did all of you get suggestions from Dean?" A laugh ran through them "Just try them on! We don't need to know about what you and Dean do in the dark" Claire teased so you rolled your eyes at her before heading into the dressing room.

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The Xena outfit showed too much, The nurse outfit felt more like a role play outfit and the cop one just felt weird considering your boyfriend had gotten arrested by the feds multiple times in his life. You pulled out the last outfit which was Kaias pick. It was a dress that resembled some of the costumes you'd seen on "Reign" it was gorgeous and when you slipped it on you felt like a princess.

When you opened the door all of the girls started to whistle. "That's the one!" You laughed as they made a big deal out of you "Ok, ok. I'll get it!"

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late...." Dean trailed off when he walked into the bathroom to see Jody helping you put the final touches on your hair. "Do you like it?" You asked with a nervous smile, smoothing the front of the dress. He nodded slowly, eyes raking across your body "You're absolutely beautiful baby" Jody let out a light laugh "You two are adorable really but Dean's right, you're gonna be late"

Her and Donna had opted to hand out candy to trick or treaters so they were staying home. You shot her a smile then followed Dean out. You weren't one of those couples to do matching costumes and he'd gone with a peaky blinders inspired look and sweet lord the first time you'd seen it you had to pick your jaw up off the floor and Eileen had responded similarly to Sam's getup as well.

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Dean opened the passenger side door for you and when you raised an eyebrow he smirked "Cmon let me be a gentleman" you smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips "Of course" then climbed in.

Once he was in the driver's seat he reached over for your hand. "You look amazing sweetheart" he spoke quietly and while you looked the attention it wasn't doing anything to subdue your worries. You smiled hoping it looked genuine as you replied "Look at yourself Winchester"

The party was going great. A lot of hunters were in attendance including hunters like Garth and the Banes twins that weren't just normal hunters. Dean watched as you danced with Max and couldn't help but smile, the last few weeks you'd seemed distant and it had worried him. What if you'd decided he wasn't what you wanted, what if you'd found someone better? He couldn't face losing you. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you. He loved you in a way he'd never thought possible and hearing your laughter when Max dramatically dipped you made his heart flip.

"Careful Dean, your face may crack if you smile any harder" he heard someone tease and turned to face Makayla, one of your friends. He laughed lightly "Can't help it. I know I'm a lucky man" she smiled "I'm glad to see her happy. She deserves the best" Dean nodded, never taking his eyes off you "Yeah she does"

The British men of letters hadn't been active in a long time, not since the seige of hunters versus them. No one could have predicted them attacking at a Halloween party of all things.

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The chaos littered around the field the party had been set up in was insane even compared to shit Dean had seen. Monsters crawled in from every corner and fights were everywhere.

Garth and Bess were both teeth and claws tearing through beasts while the Banes were throwing spells left and right. Dean hadn't been worried considering you could handle yourself pretty well but when he noticed a handful of people taking on the characteristics of their costumes the mystery costume shop you and the girls had gone to popped into his head.

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Dean's face was slick with blood, none of it was his. He'd fought his way through a trio of Loup-Garous to get to you. He'd heard your scream and when he found you you'd been pinned against a tree by a vampire about to sink his teeth into your neck.

He'd never moved as fast as he did slicing the vamp's head from his shoulders. Your eyes locked with his half a second before you fainted.

Your head felt like a mixture of the first time you'd drank moonshine, mixed with your first concussion mixed with the migraine you'd had after lucifer had snapped your neck and Cas brought you back.

You opened your eyes slowly and realized you were in one of Garths guest cabins. You tried to sit up but the world shifted causing you to have no choice but to fall back against the pillows with a groan. What the hell had happened?

You looked down to see you were wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of his boxers instead of the dress you'd been in. The last thing you remembered was talking to Makayla.

"Dean" you called out, grimacing at how rough your voice sounded. You heard footsteps a second before the door opened to reveal Dean. He was still wearing his peaky blinders look but was coated in blood. That alone made you push through your dizziness to sit up "What happened? Are you ok?"

He quickly made it to the bed easing you back against the headboard in a seated position "British men of letters. We officially wiped out that chapter now thanks to some of Rowenas contacts" you nodded slowly "Why don't I remember?" He touched the shirt you wore "The dress? That store was a front. They placed plants in front of quite a few hunters to get as many of us as possible into cursed costumes" he took a shallow breath before you saw his face fall "I almost lost you"

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head against his chest "I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted to be soft and feminine for once" you felt him stiffen under you "Is that why you've been distant? You feel like I don't see you as feminine enough?" You wouldn't meet his eyes but nodded.

He gently grasped your arms to push you back where he could grip your chin to make you look at him "I almost lost you to a cursed costume because you think I give a shit about things like if your makeups done? I love you, I love you in my old shirt, I love you when you're filthy after a hunt, I love you when you're dressed up, I love you when you're in sweats. I don't care what thought has went through that beautiful head of yours but there isn't anything about you that I don't love and there's not a damn thing about you I would change ok?"

You nodded, feeling tears spring to your eyes "Did we lose anyone?" He shook his head "No, thankfully we didn't" he pulled you back against his chest so you let him, laying your head down to listen to his heartbeat. "Matching costumes next year?" You asked quietly and felt his chest vibrate with laughter "As long as we go somewhere like target or spirit halloween, only chain stores from here on out"

[tawneybel]

Female Cartoon Characters Who Get Possessed

Note: Or infested. Animation, comics, etc. Be free to suggest more. Male list. Female live-action list. Male live-action list.

Frightwig from Ben 10 (“Ghosfreaked out”)

Gwen Tennyson from Ben 10 (“Ghosfreaked out”)

Anya Alstreim from Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R2

Sissi Delmas from Code Lyoko (“Contact,” “Cousins Once Removed”)

Tamiya Diop from Code Lyoko (“Music to Soothe the Savage Beast”)

Aelita Hopper from Code Lyoko (“Double Trouble,” “The Pretender,” “The Secret”)

nurse from Code Lyoko (“Contact”)

Yolanda Perraudin from Code Lyoko (“Tip-Top Shape”)

Milly Solovieff from Code Lyoko (“Music to Soothe the Savage Beast”)

Sophie from Code Lyoko (“Music to Soothe the Savage Beast”)

various from Code Lyoko (“Lyoko Minus One”)

Muriel Bagge from Courage the Cowardly Dog (“The Demon in the Mattress”)

Sam Manson from Danny Phantom (“Urban Jungle”)

Paulina from Danny Phantom (“Lucky in Love,” “Public Enemies,” “What You Want”)

various from Danny Phantom (“Urban Jungle”)

Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls (“The Inconveniencing”)

Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy (“Get out of My Head!”)

woman possessed by mummy’s ghost from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy (“Get out of My Head!”)

Ami Onuki from HiHi Puffy AmiYumi (“Ami Goes Bad”)

Wonder Woman from Justice League Unlimited (“Dead Reckoning”)

Jody Irwin from The Life and Times of Juniper Lee (“It Takes a Pillage”)

Ophelia Ramirez from The Life and Times of Juniper Lee (“It Takes a Pillage”)

Katie from Martin Mystery (“The Curse of the Necklace”)

Diana Lombard from Martin Mystery (“The Body-Swapper,” “Haunting of the Blackwater,” “Return of the Djini”)

M.O.M. from Martin Mystery (“Beast from within”)

Jenny Wakeman from My Life As a Teenage Robot (“Pest Control,” “The Return of the Raggedy Android”)

Lorna from Over the Garden Wall (“The Ringing of the Bell”)

Hotaru Tomoe from Sailor Moon S

Clover from Totally Spies! (“It’s How You Play the Game”)

Mira from Totally Spies! (“It’s How You Play the Game”)

Maria Kurenai from Vampire Knight

[agape4]

Places of sexual activities in green highlight and other shameful evidence highlighted in blue.

Carry a girl who look like large breast large hip brunette wno look mature and was the very beautiful as she was the most attractive lady i ever date until she dumped as i was st her home in Lewiston as I first seen her in my school as she like me was elementary and junior high school but she so mature she dated college men before she date me but she rejects dating me further at her trailer park double wide home 🏡 right after I told her I was a virgin

then years later father mocks me as lair or so I thought hurt as he mocked me saying your virgin when I already told everyone I am not virgin but father mocks at Lewiston home knowing I desired not sexual relations and so i asked the first lady I saw at father's house asking Tish if she would like to have sex with me and she agree

and smile so angry as it took less than ten seconds to get agreement then I go to her home and tragically got STD Climedia from the 40 year old lady Tish at her home 🏡 then the nurse who has special daughter was my nurse who help me as the nurse there to see the medical doctor at that office

as she told me I had STD called climedia and I call Tish but her roommate I didn't know she had say how you know she gave it and I said I never had sex before so it had to be hers and I asked her room mate or her pretending to be someone else that you tell her to go get treated for the STD she gave me called Climedia anyway.

A mother of one with my father confirming to my shame that my father couldn't physically have sex with her either to my shame he do this to me why have relations knowingly with anyone I was just with or at least tried to be with as totally gross.

as she adult mother claiming to be the same age of the nurse's daughter strangely enough as my true love who is the nurse's daughter who was 23 years of age when I was 17 years old as this mother who had her baby with her claima she also 23 year old mother of one baby did drive me with her baby to her home in Lewiston California this mother who has toddler baby

as I attempted to have sex with this mother who had given birth but my tiny dick couldn't pentraate her vagina with my tiny dick as she gave promisson for what can't happen at her home yielding in positions that should have done so in her home 🏡 in Lewiston,

as she show cum stain of him in her bathroom who was father of her baby but I couldn't do so as how did she give birth to that baby but it was not possible as my father Charles couldn't pentraate her w3 year vigina either.

Anyway i didn't know he do that to me because that is gross to me as i didn't give promisson gross nor why we had the same problem unable pentrate her hairy vigina that had given birth already to her baby she care for wt her house? As how did she do that anyway as why did we find her so as you not grasping this slanderous fag?

Worse, why does my father say he unable pentrate her attempting sexual relations with anyone I did have sexual relations with as my dick touch her hairy vigina on the outside of it so having sexual relations with her provokes me to ask why do so after provoking me to having sexual relations mocking me as lair for not desiring to be sexual active and I see her again once with a whole watermelon 🍉 later as she drops the whole thing upon seeing me.

Angie, one night stand in Lewiston my home Turnpike road at my home in my original bedroom.

A blonde Country Western singing lady who I never seen before nor ever seen afterwards haviing been one night stand sexual and done in the room assigned to me by my father Charles upon return from Jodi and Patrick home, formerly that bedroom was my little sister bedroom as she emancipated beforehand as we had sex in that room but the lady asked for Methamphetamine and I asked her why does it make sex more enjoyable?

She confirmed it, so I got Methamphetamine from my father, who was in the house for both of us, and it burned my nose having sex twice in a row with her knee the bedroom father gave me having taken my bedroom while i lived for short time with Jodi and Patrick home and asked to do so again but she declined, yet I never seen her again as father likely set that sexua lrelation up as it is convenient I had just what she desired from my father Charles as had she asked for any drug father not had I would have told her no this is not a pharmacy but look I wonder ever sexual relation I had was set up by my family so I guess it right then seeing everyone gets what they want but me as I perfer romance and kindness and lasting delay but dare me and rush me and wonder why it ain't fun to me stupid fags

as only the nurse's daughter with her green eyed and her 23 year old mature body of right age a milf to me could have been worth sexual acts that could have been truely romantic because she marry me first then I can trust to not cry forever to love one i am unworthy of

Now true love she not leave me first as waiting is better as why know love gone from you;

when you can know not love at all until married to me first as romance is perferance I f love kept as true lovd is not base ball card traded for better rookie card

as you don't abuse my life to hate me so as I perfer the love of my introvert hand on my tiny dick stupid fags but was not the way of me son provoked to my endless injury!

as I am the guy who perfer delay and romance as I never had any chance of perfering my sexual activity as a forty year virgin is my way better way I swear it stupid fags!

Christine talked first at school cafeteria lunch room sitting next time the only student who ever did so ever in school and later Weaverville California at her home she told me we would have sex in two weeks and so later OK I got cold feet so spoke to father but he spoke of me

as if he waited a very long time to final see me and I thank him but ask him about vigin Christine saying,

I don't want to be any disrespect to you in Christine room and he say,

I can do anything I like in her room and I thank him and felt I am obligated to honor in the matter of respect having already decline on on a girl who claim to be vigin on her period but I refuse and returned two weeks later and she refused upon my return what she offered two weeks ago on her period this happen in Utah summer vacation her home 🏠

as I knew this set up worse in California Weaverville as her father appear disabled possible bed ridden and so two weeks after she asked me I tried but the blood I saw cursed her to leap on top and i promised myself to never be a virgin again but I stay with her until Patrick introduce me to the nurse's daughter the unforgettable one saying her name

and that happen in Weaverville California and she the most beautiful righteous charismatic more nature lady offer me oral relation and I agree in her car but later on we go to Lewiston dam then my father home in California Lewiston on Turnpike where she drives 🚗 us to my father Charles house and father claiming my room

where I slept with Angie in disappointing one night stand in my bedroom and my Michaels who got the top bunkbed and i gor bottom bunkbed as that original given me when we first moved to Lewiston so father offer my little sisters room who I believed emancipated so we stay in my little sisters room Sara to have many sexual relations with the nurse's daughter after she leave me her mother;

the nurse having a daughter that is my true love who was 23 years old reached out to me and st her home she had oral relations that I stop saying we can't go on to have sex because I love your daughter I am sorry waking out knowing,

I won't desire to forever recall her to any wish take any advantage of one to cast low her so loved infelt hury to never know anyone so amazing as i try to escape the feeling crying weeping tragically

that I can't find a lover that could replace her future nor forsake her memory that I so loved to be ruined by having known her as I can't forget her to my sorrow that I never find one like her so I am ruined to never cease from my sorrow of her love.

Suzanna Phoenix Arzonia my bed room then Angie gives me another disappointing one night stand in the same Phoenix Arizona apartment home but I slept her Angie in the living room only and later fell asleep on four hits of acid but don't know why I slept on it.

when I was told one can't do so after I did so, then I had anal sex with a mother who was brunette in my bedroom where I slept with Suzanna in that bed room in Phoenix Arzonia with her at her request, perfering that strangely who already had a child

then red headed Jennifer gave me oral sex afterwards in same place in my bedroom in Phoenix Arzonia and later I moved to her house 🏠 and had gross sexual relations with her near Tom E. Cuzak home condo at her house who lived at the other side of Phoenix who was not as revolting and didn't have insulting father of Jennifer who asked me over and over when I might leave such a burden I left a bad guest in his home.

[jodienotmedia]

Fake Nurse Jodie Casillas Pressed by the commmunity

Jodie casillas likes to forge DR signatures for prescription drugs.

[butchbarbieagainstterfs]

it took me approximately 5 seconds scrolling through the replies on twitter of a “lol let’s pretend jodie and her doctor who era didn’t exist” ‘joke’ tweet to find someone with ‘far right pro life’ in their name, someone calling jodie “nurse who” and another calling ncuti “doctor facilier”, all of whom thought the initial ‘joke’ was hilarious.

I don’t care if your issue with 13 isn’t that she’s a woman, making those kind of ‘jokes’ will end up appealing to those types. and they will think you are one of them.

don’t like 13’s era? that’s fine! but you don’t need to make disrespectful ‘joke’ tweets like that which do nothing but appeal to bigots and drive the actual decent people in the fandom away.

[mattholicguilt]

cats in the cradle by Duck_Life

Fandoms: Supernatural [Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply] Words: 1,745

Tags: Claire Novak & Patience Turner, Cats, Psychic Abilities, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Friendship, Found Family, claire novak will see a stray animal and be like, is anyone gonna project onto this, and not wait for an answer

Summary: Claire helps Patience hone her abilities. Patience helps Claire track down a cat.

Written for SPN Women Week Day 1. Prompt: "skills"

Bub is missing again.

“Bub” is the name of a mean stray cat missing a chunk from his ear. Claire’s been leaving cat food out for the ugly old thing for weeks now, and whenever he doesn’t come running she panics.

So, for the third time, Patience finds herself enlisted in the search for a cat that Claire doesn’t even technically own. “If it’s gonna bother you this much every time,” Patience says, “why don’t you just take it in? You know, get him his shots, a collar, a microchip.”

Claire makes a face at her before turning back to look at the road. She’s been driving around the neighborhood slowly, scoping out every shrub and checking under every parked car. “Bub doesn’t want to be chained down,” she explains. “He’s a free spirit.”

Alright, well, Patience is too tired to unpack that right now. She lets it lie and looks out the passenger’s side window, alert for any signs of movement. “Maybe he was never a stray at all,” she tries, “and his owner finally tracked him down and brought him home.”

“Do you know that?” Claire asks.

Claire’s always asking if Patience knows things— what happened on Jody’s date last weekend, what Dean’s middle name is, whether or not Alex is the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich in the freezer. Patience keeps trying to explain that she can only see the future. “Psychic” might be a misnomer— her abilities are precognitive, not telepathic.

She basically gets previews, little spoilers about what’s to come. And though she’s been working at it, she can’t seem to get her psychic abilities to do the kind of reading and divination her grandma could do. She gets glimpses with no context, no backstory.

Missouri Moseley could walk into a room and feel every ounce of heartbreak, grief, hope and faith in the people standing there. Patience can barely pick up on it when Alex and Claire are pissed at each other.

Still, Claire brings her along whenever the cat goes missing. Seems to think her ESP can home in on missing animals. Patience keeps telling her otherwise, and yet here she is, once again. That’s the trouble with having no social life and no better plans.

Maybe she should join a book club.

Claire rounds the corner, eyes darting around for any sight of the mangy cat. The first time Bub vanished from Claire’s sight, all the neighbors seemed intent to help. They explained they hadn’t seen the cat, but hoped Claire would find him soon and offered baked goods and platitudes in the meantime.

But these things have an expiration date. You can only lose the cat so many times before the routine gets old and the neighbors lose interest.

“My educated guess ?” Patience sighs. “The cat’ll come back when it gets hungry. Just like before.”

Claire makes a tch sound and mouths “educated guess” under her breath. Apparently, because Patience is psychic she’s supposed to be omniscient. “So which is it?” Claire says. “Is he back with his ‘real’ owners or is he going to come home when he gets hungry?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Patience says. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m helping you.”

“... Yeah. You are,” Claire says, ducking her head. “Sorry.” Her eyes scan the road ahead, looking for the telltale streak of a cat darting out from under a parked car or vanishing around a tree trunk. Still nothing. “Hey, Patience the Pet Psychic,” Claire says. “You should write that down, that’d be a great children’s book.”

“Very funny,” Patience says, rolling her eyes. She’s silent for a few moments and then says, “Cla-aire the Monster Slayer.”

“That doesn’t really rhyme.”

“Sure it does.”

When the sky darkens and the streetlights flick on, Claire drives them back to the house, Bub-less and dejected. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Patience tries.

Claire bunches her shoulders, the collar of her leather jacket looking like a cat’s raised hackles. Maybe, Patience thinks, that’s the connection— Claire in many ways resembles an angry cat. She and Bub might be kindred spirits.

“I’m just tired,” Claire says, yanking the keys out of the ignition. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Patience considers pointing out that Claire could at least ask instead of just assuming , considers reminding Claire that she has her own life outside of playing “pet psychic.”

But she doesn’t actually have anything to do tomorrow. Or the rest of the week. And as futile as it feels riding around looking for a runaway cat, it is something to do. And it makes Claire feel better.

And… straining her psychic muscles to pick up on any trace of the old tomcat is at least better than doing nothing and letting her abilities degrade. Over the last year, she’s been trying to find ways to train her brain, shape her psychic visions into something useful.

Jody’s supportive, but she, like most people, doesn’t know anything about being psychic. Kaia’s got a fraught relationship with her own special skills and usually chooses not to talk to Patience about seeing the future, and Alex is so entrenched in nursing and hunting that the few “normal” moments she gets at home are devoted to unwinding and relaxing.

Which makes Claire Patience’s most ardent supporter in developing her psychic abilities. A very grouchy, blonde and mostly clueless Yoda. What she lacks in background knowledge she makes up for in persistence.

“Hey, Patience, guess which hand?” Claire will ask, holding the last fortune cookie behind her back. “Hey, Patience, what number am I thinking of?” Claire will ask, perched on the arm of the couch. “Hey, Patience, heads or tails?” Claire will ask, flipping a coin to catch it in midair.

That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of it works— Patience can’t predict things at will. Her psychic visions operate on a schedule of their own, with no concern for Patience’s own convenience or comfort. One minute, she’s watching shitty reality TV while Alex nods off on her shoulder. The next, she’s watching Jody narrowly avoid being bitten by a vampire.

It’s a lot different from just guessing a coin toss. Still. Patience can’t help but think that her grandma would’ve passed all of Claire’s little tests with flying colors.

That night, Patience doesn’t dream about anything— at least, not anything useful. She has an anxiety dream about being lost in Aldi, roaming the aisles with increasing frustration. But nothing about the future. Nothing about Bub the cat.

She’s pouring herself a bowl of cereal when Claire stomps inside, the porch door swinging shut behind her. “Still gone,” she says darkly, grabbing the cereal box and her own bowl. “Food hasn’t been touched.”

“Claire,” Patience says, “why don’t we just go to the SPCA? You can get yourself a cat that’s not, you know—”

“What? Not damaged? Not a lost cause? Not hard to love?”

Whoa, Patience wants to say. “A cat that’s not missing ,” she finishes. “We can get him his shots and a collar and everything.”

“I don’t— I don’t just want some random cat,” Claire says. “I want to find Bub. I want… I want to find him and bring him home. I have to bring him home.”

“I know,” Patience says, and just like that she does . She does know.

She knows everything, feels everything, the aching loss in Claire’s bones that’s both recent and so, so old. Memories of Claire hitchhiking and stealing and conning her way through the country, desperately chasing a mother who was desperately chasing a dead man. Jimmy Novak’s voice in her head, his face seen through Claire’s eyes, Please, Castiel, take me. Just take me. Again, his forehead pressed to hers, Take care of your mom, okay, bub?

Bub.

Patience looks at Claire. Sees her, in a way she hasn’t been able to see anyone before. “Bub… ‘bub’ is what your dad used to call you.”

Claire squints at her. “Uh. Yeah,” she says. “Wait, I didn’t… I didn’t tell you that.”

“No,” Patience breathes, meeting her eyes across the kitchen, “you didn’t.”

Slowly, a grin spreads across Claire’s face. “Holy shit , Patience, you just… ? You just did that. You, like, read me.”

“I, uh, I didn’t know. That I could do that,” Patience says, caught between marveling at this new development and feeling self-conscious at intruding on Claire’s emotions and her past.

Claire doesn’t seem put off at all. She’s actually bouncing with excitement. “We gotta test this out. Oh my God. It’s like a whole new Pokemon evolution for you.”

“It’s not really. Like that. In any way.”

But Claire is already humming the Pokemon theme song. She grabs her car keys. “Alright, well, let’s go look for that cat. I’ve got a good feeling about today.”

“I read you, Claire, that doesn’t mean I can read the cat,” Patience reminds her.

“Yeah, yeah, but you can still help me look,” Claire says. “I don’t need your third eye, just the two on your face.”

“That’s… yeah, fine,” Patience acquiesces. To be honest, she’s buzzing with the knowledge of what she can do with her powers. If Claire’s happy to be her test subject, she’ll spend all day with the girl. “Just let me grab a coffee.”

“Ooh, me too. Wait!” She wiggles her fingers toward Patience. “Do you Know how I like my coffee?”

“Half-and-half. And enough sugar to kill you,” Patience reels off. “But that’s not because I’m psychic. I’ve just seen you fix yourself coffee before.”

“Y’know, I think the line between ‘psychic’ and ‘observant’ is thinner than you might think.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Patience says, and then pretends to stumble backward toward the table, overacting the part. “Oh, oh, I’m having a vision… I see you … making coffee for us…”

Claire rolls her eyes, but she dutifully sets her keys down and busies herself with getting the travel mugs out. “That’s not gonna work for everything, you know.”

“Aaah I see you bringing Jody’s suit to the dry cleaners next week. I also see you driving me to the science museum.”

“Hilarious.”

Patience smiles at her. It’s nice to have someone else get excited about her powers. It’s nice to be allowed to be excited about this, to learn a new skill and have it mean something good to someone besides herself. She doesn’t feel like a freak or a failure. She just feels… like a psychic.

She feels like her grandma would be proud.

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February Six Sentence Sunday

So today, in honor of 250 followers, I’ll be pulling SIX sentences from SIX upcoming pieces instead of what the next months will be - one sentence from six upcoming pieces. Saints and Sinners and Eyes of Grace will still be posting as they currently are, Thursdays and every other Sunday respectfully, until their completion. EOG currently has NO completion date/chapter/idea - nothing. It will continue being what it is, though. 

Vampire Jensen:  I made it home without incident; well, to my new home at least. I was unlocking my door when the room next to me opened up. I glanced up at the noise and saw the most beautiful man I’d ever seen exit. Tall, bow-legged, built like a linebacker. He noticed me staring and winked at me with a smirk before heading out to do...well whatever it is he does. I made it back into my room and fell onto the bed exhausted; it had been a long day of exploration and I fell asleep almost instantly. Bodyguard Jared: “Okay, so who’s handling publicity now?” you questioned, knowing no one else in the room was capable. At that moment, however, the door opened and in walked a bubbly blonde. “Y/N, this is Briana,” Felicia introduced, standing to hug the newcomer. “She works with the company I trained with and comes highly recommended by Jody.” Jody was one of the first people you met in LA and you loved and trusted her like your own mother. If Jody said this woman was highly recommended, then you were going to believe her with no questions. Transitions:  “Dad’s on a hunting trip and I haven’t heard from him in three days.” Dean never mentioned the transition; he never questioned Sam. When they found John, Dean stood between the two of them and faced John down, daring him to say something about his Sammy. Because he would protect his sister just like he protected his brother. From their father, from demons, from transphobes, homophobes, and everything else. It was his duty as a big brother. Charlie x Reader: “Charlie, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Because it would be too heartbreaking for me to have to pretend. You didn’t say it, but you had been crushing hard on your bestie for a couple years now. “I could go with you. Pretend to be your girlfriend. I mean, since they know you’re bi, it wouldn’t be news to them and it would save awkward questions since we already know everything about each other.”

Sarah’s Birthday Piece: Natasha and Bucky sat at the bar nursing their drinks and people watching. Their last hit had been rough and the assassin pair were tired. It had been three weeks of sneaking around gathering intel before they were able to nail down a place and time for the kill. Then, of course, nothing went according to plan and they had to improvise. Bucky hated to improvise. Improvisation led to things getting messy and that was more work to do to clean up the mess. Love at First Break: You nodded your head as he spoke, politely listening while also waiting for him to finish talking. “Well, you’re the doctor. How long should this take? And please tell me I don’t have to spend the night?” “It should be another hour to an hour and a half, but you will be able to go home tonight. The problem is that you can’t drive for a while,” Dr. Winchester said apologetically. And there we have it! Six sentences from six pieces - thirty-six in all! Currently, no angst is planned for any of them. Jokes, yes. Fluff, absolutely. Smut - definitely. Stick around and see them for yourself!

- Nicole Header from @ao3commentoftheday​

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Doctor Who: Previous Guest Stars Who’d Be Great as the New Doctor

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It’s not unusual, in the world of Doctor Who, for the same actor to play more than one role on screen. From classic to modern Doctor Who, Nicholas Courtney, Ian Marter, Lalla Ward, Jaqueline Hill, Jean Marsh, Adjoa Andoh, Eve Myles, Naoko Mori, Vinette Robinson and more have all played multiple parts in the whoniverse. Before she debuted as companion Martha Jones, Freema Agyeman was a Torchwood employee who fell foul of the Cybermen in series two’s ‘Army of Ghosts’. Karen Gillan was a seer in series four episode ‘The Fires of Pompeii’ before she recurred as Eleven’s companion Amy Pond. Even the Doctor has had test runs. Colin Baker played a Gallifreyan commander in season twenty before taking over from Peter Davison. Peter Capaldi appeared in ‘The Fires of Pompeii’ as well as playing John Frobisher on Torchwood before taking up residence in the TARDIS.   

In the search for the new Doctor then, it makes sense to rifle through those actors the show already picked once to see who might be asked back. Continuity can be handled if need be – just do what Russell T. Davies did and make up something about spacial genetic multiplicity, or what Steven Moffat did and pretend it was all part of the Doctor’s plan to remind him to be a good man. In a few cases, the shared genetics wouldn’t even be an issue as the actor in question’s first appearance was either solely as a voice, or beneath too many layers of prosthetics to matter.

Gliding over a few previous guest stars whose current filming commitments likely take them out of the running (Andrew Garfield, Carey Mulligan, James Norton, Felicity Jones, Gemma Chan and Gugu Mbutha-Raw are probably all tied up…), here’s a choice selection of guest actors since 2005 who could all make fantastic, and very different, Doctors.

Chris Addison

Played: AI interface ‘Seb’, who greeted the recently deceased to Missy’s Nethersphere. Appeared in: Two-part Series Eight finale ‘Dark Water/Death in Heaven‘. Watch his stand-up and there’s a real Tenth Doctor energy about writer-director-producer-comedian-actor Chris Addison (The Thick of It, In the Loop, Veep). That probably means his time has come and gone on Doctor Who, as the show isn’t likely to want to repeat itself at this stage. Addison also has his plate full with the third series of Sky/FX’s excellent comedy-drama Breeders, but you could definitely picture him at the TARDIS console, couldn’t you?

Arsher Ali

Played: Bennett, a bookish recent military recruit to a Scottish underwater mining facility in 2119. Appeared in: Series 9 two-parter ‘Under the Lake/Before the Flood‘ Part of a large crew (initially at least) we didn’t see loads of Arsher Ali in his Doctor Who role, but what we saw was enough to convince that he has the presence and bearing of a potential Doctor. He was great as the lead in BBC’s Informer and as a conflicted journalist in the first series of The Missing, as well as in supporting role in Line of Duty‘s best series. Add all that to his breadth of stage experience and he’s a highly intriguing prospect.

Percelle Ascott

Played: Delph, a member of the Ux, humanoid aliens who live for thousands of years and have the power of telepathic inter-dimensional engineering (they can teleport planets). Appeared in: Season 11, Episode 10 ‘The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos‘. Not the only entry on this list with a Doctor Who-adjacent role in his back catalogue (see also: Anjli Mohindra in The Sarah-Jane Adventures), as a teenager, Ascott played science geek Benny in Russell T. Davies’ Wizards Vs Aliens. He was great then, but really showed his range in cancelled-too-soon Netflix supernatural drama The Innocents, where he stole the show. When he popped back up opposite Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor as the wise and conscience-led Delph, it was hard not to imagine what he might do in the Doctor’s role.

Zawe Ashton

Played: Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance, a solider on the Aristotle. Appeared in: the Ben Wheatley-directed Series 8 episode ‘Into the Dalek‘. A regular on ‘Next Doctor’ wishlists for some time now, Zawe Ashton is a terrific actor who came to fame as hedonist Vod in Channel 4 student comedy Fresh Meat and who’s recently been seen in Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale. In ‘Into the Dalek’ she played a ‘shoot first ask questions later’ soldier, but Ashton has the range for serious, absurd and very funny – in short, everything required to make a great Doctor.

Maxim Baldry

Played: Dr Polidori, a nineteenth century character who was part of Mary and Percy Shelley’s social circle. Appeared in: Series 12’s ‘The Haunting of Villa Diodati‘, about the summer Mary Shelley conceived her famous science-fiction novel Frankenstein. Baldry’s scored a role in Amazon Prime Video’s new mega-money Lord of the Rings TV series, so his dance card is likely full for now, but he’s just the sort of actor to breathe fresh life into the role of the Doctor, much in the way Matt Smith did back in 2010. He’s probably best recognised right now as Viktor, the asylum-seeking boyfriend of Russell Tovey’s character in Russell T. Davies’ future-predicting Years and Years, but the Russian-British actor has been acting in films since he was a child.

Sanjeev Bhaskar

Played: UNIT’s Colonel Ahmed, a colleague of Kate Lethbridge-Stewart in the fight against Missy’s Cybermen-from-corpses wicked plan. Appeared in: Series 8 finale ‘Death in Heaven‘. This Doctor Who role was just not enough of Sanjeev Bhaskar, an actor-writer-comedian whose role as DS Sunny Khan in ITV detective series Unforgotten has elevated him to the status of national treasure (partly because of his backpack, but mostly because of his decency and warm humour). Bhaskar is playing Cain opposite Asim Chaudhry’s Abel in Netflix’s forthcoming The Sandman series, and there’s series five of Unforgotten on the way, but wouldn’t he be great as the Doctor? As would another member of his family (see below)…

Mark Bonnar

Played: 22nd century miner Jimmy Wicks in the one with the ‘ganger’ clones. Appeared in: Series 6 two-parter ‘The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People’. No, of course they won’t let another funny, clever, slightly scary Scot with a brilliant face be the Doctor so soon after Peter Capaldi, but in a parallel universe, Mark Bonnar would make a very fine Doctor – something that hasn’t escaped Big Finish. He’s got it all (funny, clever, slightly scary, brilliant face) and frequently steals whichever show he’s in. Watch this two-parter, Catastrophe, Unforgotten series two and the brilliant Guilt (series two of which is approaching) for evidence of that.

Kevin Eldon

Played: Ribbons of the Seven Stomachs, a trader in the ‘Antizone’ obsessed with the Doctor’s “tubular” (or Sonic Screwdriver), and the voice of companion Antimony in an animated online adventure. Appeared in: Series 11’s ‘It Takes You Away‘ and 2001 webcast ‘Death Comes to Time’. It just seems a waste for the multi-talented Kevin Eldon to only play just one (or technically two, but just one on-screen) role on Doctor Who. And because his series 11 appearance was under a faceful of prosthetics, it wouldn’t even cause any continuity errors for him to come back in the role of the Doctor. Or a companion. Or another alien. Whatever it is, just give us more Eldon please.

O-T Fagbenle

Played: ‘Other Dave’, an engineer on an expedition to The Library who was eaten by the Vashta Nerada but brought back to life in the computer core. Appeared in: Series 4 two-parter ‘Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead‘ Fagbenle has recently been seen as Natasha’s fixer in Black Widow, June’s husband Luke in The Handmaid’s Tale, and as the lead character in sitcom Maxxx, about a washed-up former boy band member. The man has dramatic and comedy range, a very good American accent (not necessarily relevant here) and excellent screen presence. He’d rock the role of the Doctor.

Siobhan Finneran

Played: 17th century landlady/witch prosecutor Becka Savage/Morax queen Appeared in: Series 11’s ‘The Witchfinders‘. If the new Doctor’s going to be a woman in her early fifties, then it should really go to Jo Martin, but if she’s busy, how great would Siobhan Finneran be? The Happy Valley and Downton Abbey actor’s a treat in everything. She can be equal parts funny and imperious, and you can easily imagine her running circles around alien fiends and having a load of fun doing it.

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Tamsin Grieg

Played: the Nurse who inserts Adam’s infospike on Satellite 5. Appeared in: Series 1 Simon Pegg-starring episode ‘The Long Game’, alongside Anna Maxwell-Martin (who might also deserve a place on this list come to think about it). Tamsin Grieg would make such a good Doctor it almost makes you angry she’s never played the role. She has the dramatic chops to deliver all the world-saving speeches, and the comedic skill to give it all a sparkling light touch. She was chilling in her small Series 1 role, but it only showed a tiny portion of what she can do. Also, wouldn’t she look great in a signature coat.

Suranne Jones

Played: Idris, into whom the ‘soul’ of the TARDIS was poured, making her the ship incarnate until her body died. Appeared in: Series 6 episode ‘The Doctor’s Wife‘, written by Neil Gaiman. Perhaps a bit too similar to Jodie Whittaker to be a likely successor, but you only have to see Suranne Jones in BBC/HBO drama Gentleman Jack to know that she’s made of Doctor material. As nineteenth-century landowner and famed lesbian Anne Lister, she’s cleverer and faster than everybody else, with a fierce sense of boundary-breaking why-not-ness, and plenty of emotion. Look at most of Jones’ roles, including that of the TARDIS itself, and she’d be great in the part, especially if her regular collaborator Sally Wainwright is enticed into the showrunner gig.

Paterson Joseph

Played: the venal Rodrick, who competed against Rose Tyler in The Weakest Link on the Game Station. Appeared in: Series 1 two-parter ‘Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways’. Paterson Joseph was famously up for the role of the Eleventh Doctor that ultimately went to Matt Smith, and has been a stalwart entry in ‘Who next?’ lists of this sort ever since, so… this isn’t going to happen, but wouldn’t it have been great if it had? The Peep Show, The Leftovers, Noughts + Crosses actor and Big Finish voice artist is currently showing off his commander chops in BBC One submarine thriller Vigil.

Ralf Little

Played: Steadfast, one of the few crew members of an off-world colony ship who weren’t murdered by nano-bots. Appeared in: Series 10 episode ‘Smile‘. He’s currently solving baroque murders on a fictional Caribbean island in Death in Paradise, but none of that lot ever last long, which could free Little up for another spin in the TARDIS. Little has been a familiar face on British TV for years, after playing feckless teenager Anthony on The Royle Family and starring in a BBC Three sitcom that spanned the entire noughties, but now a little older, with plenty of experience under his belt, it could be Ralf Little’s time.

Susan Lynch

Played: Pilot Angstrom, a competitor in an intergalactic race who meets Thirteen on her second ever adventure. Appeared in: Series 11 episode ‘The Ghost Monument’. You don’t need telling why Susan Lynch would make a great Doctor, just watch any decent British drama from the last decade and she’s in it, showing you. From Save Me to Unforgotten to Happy Valley to Killing Eve to any number of TV and film roles, she’s a scene-stealer who can play mystery, tragedy, power… everything the role calls for.

Daniel Mays

Played: Alex, the unwitting foster dad of a Tenza-in-human-form son, George. Appeared in: Series 6 episode ‘Night Terrors‘ written by Mark Gatiss. RADA-trained Danny Mays can do comedy, drama, has some serious dance moves, and was a Line of Duty guest star, so we know he’d have no problem at all learning the Doctor’s long speeches. If the TARDIS wanted to cast a Gallifreyan Doctor by way of Essex, he’d be top of the list.

T’Nia Miller

Played: The General, Military Commander of the Time Lords, in their Twelfth Regeneration. Appeared in: Series 9 finale ‘Hell Bent’. The Years & Years and Foundation star played a Time Lord in her Doctor Who debut and can even already tick ‘Regeneration’ off the to-do list. Miller clearly has the bearing and gravitas required of the Doctor, looks great even in impractically massive armour, and was the absolute stand-out in Netflix’s 2020 horror series The Haunting of Bly Manor. If they could work out the continuity for a reappearance, she’d rock the role.

Lucian Msamati

Played: Guido, the father of Isabella, a new enrolment at Rosanna Calvierri’s school for girls. Appeared in: Series 5 episode ‘The Vampires of Venice.’ Since appearing in this 2010 Doctor Who episode, Msamati has gone on to appear in major series, from Game of Thrones to Gangs of London and His Dark Materials. He’s an experienced stage actor too, who’d be sure to bring dramatic heft to the role of the Doctor.

Anjli Mohindra

Played: the Scorpion-like Queen of the Skithra, a species that relies on other species for their engineering. Appeared in: Series 12 episode ‘Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror‘. Anjli Mohindra already has a long history with Doctor Who, having appeared under layers of prosthetics and make-up in Series 12, provided the voice of the Mechanoid Queen for animated Time Lord Victorious series Daleks!, and playing the recurring role of Rani Chandra from series two of The Sarah Jane Adventures. Would that preclude the Vigil and Bodyguard star from stepping behind the TARDIS console in the top role? Nah.

Sophie Okonedo

Played: Elizabeth X of The United Kingdom aka Liz 10 of Starship UK. Appeared in: Series 5 episodes ‘The Beast Below’ and ‘The Pandorica Opens’. One of our finest actors, Sophie Okonedo not only played the future queen opposite Matt Smith and Karen Gillan in Doctor Who, she was also the voice of the Shalka Doctor’s companion in the BBC’s ‘Scream of the Shalka’ animated webcast, way back when. She’s currently starring in Amazon’s Wheel of Time adaptation and voices the key role of angel Xaphania in His Dark Materials, so probably has too full a plate to step into the TARDIS, but casting her as the Doctor would be a no-brainer.

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Played: Robin Hood. Appeared in: 2014 Series 8 episode written by Mark Gatiss ‘Robot of Sherwood’. Tom Riley played a legendary genius and multi-hyphenate over three seasons of Da Vinci’s Demons so taking on the role of the Doctor wouldn’t really be a stretch. The actor is currently playing Augie in HBO/Sky drama The Nevers, which started life as a Joss Whedon-created supernatural fantasy before the showrunner left the project after the first six episodes.

Danny Sapani

Played: Colonel Manton/Runaway (depending on your perspective). Appeared in: Series 6 episode ‘A Good Man Goes to War’. The River Song/Melody Pond revelation overshadowed much else that happened in ‘A Good Man Goes to War’, but nonetheless, seasoned Brit actor Danny Sapani made an impression as enemy of the Doctor, Colonel Manton, who conspired with Madame Kovarian to kidnap Amy and Rory’s baby. Sapani’s enjoying a long career on screen and stage, with stand-out TV roles in Penny Dreadful, Harlots and Killing Eve, as well as the upcoming part of Captain Jacob Keyes in video game adaptation Halo.

Amit Shah

Played: Rahul, brother to missing person Asha Chandra, both victims of Tzim-Sha. Appeared in: The Series 11 opener ‘The Woman Who Fell to Earth‘. A skilled comedic actor who has a habit of stealing scenes, even in serious supporting roles like this one, or last year’s turn as a doctor experimenting on children in His Dark Materials, Amit Shah would be a great surprise to find in the TARDIS. Experienced but not yet a household name, there’s a Matt Smith vibe about this one. Revive him as a companion, at the very least?

Peter Serafinowicz

Played: the voice of alien warlord The Fisher King (though the character’s screams were provided by Slipknot front man Corey Taylor). Appeared in: Series 9 episode ‘Before the Flood‘. Likely not the photo of Peter Serafinowicz his Nan keeps on the mantelpiece, this is the villain he voiced in a Series 9 two-parter. It’s Serafinowicz out of the make-up and prosthetics though, who’d make an intriguing prospect as the Doctor. Great voice(s), great face, serious presence, humour, loads of experience… what else do you need?

Nina Sosanya

Played: Trish Webber, mother of Chloe Webber, the little girl endowed with the psychic powers of an Isolus. (And in Big Finish audio adventure ‘Aquitaine’ Captain Maynard’). Appeared in: Series 2 Olympics episode ‘Fear Her‘. A regular RTD collaborator, with previous roles in Casanova and Wizards Vs Aliens as well as Doctor Who, Nina Sosanya is a joy to see in any cast, which must be why she’s (thankfully) in everything. She’s great in comedy (Good Omens, WIA, Staged, Nathan Barley) and in drama (Last Tango in Halifax, Killing Eve, His Dark Materials, Little Birds) and would no doubt make a very convincing centuries-old two-hearted big-brained Time Lord. Get her a statement coat and get her in the TARDIS.

Meera Syal

Played: Dr Nasreen Chaudhry, the scientist in charge of an ill-fated deep drilling mission in a Welsh village. (As well as voicing audio stories and audiobook Borrowed Time). Appeared in: Series 5 two-parter ‘The Hungry Earth’ and ‘Cold Blood‘. Actor-writer-comedian Meera Syal, CBE, had a fair crack of the whip in Series 5 Silurian two-parter, but would always, always be welcome back for more. As well as comedic talent, she has the dramatic presence, brains and stature to play the Doctor. Her husband Sanjeev Bhaskar (see above) will just have to fight her for the role.

Joivan Wade

Played: Bristol graffiti artist Christopher Riggens aka Rigsy. Appeared in: Series 8’s ‘Flatline’ and Series 9’s ‘Face the Raven‘. Joivan Wade is currently starring as Victor Stone in Doom Patrol for the MCU, so it may be a while before he returns to the UK, but his two appearances in Doctor Who proved him to be a charismatic talent who’d energise the TARDIS if welcomed back.

Harriet Walter

Played: British Technology Secretary and later, Prime Minister Jo Patterson. Appeared in: Series 12’s ‘Revolution of the Daleks‘ (as well as voicing the role of Beatrice in audio story ‘The Boy That Time Forgot’). Having a Dame in the TARDIS would be quite something; that Dame being Harriet Walter would be off the charts brilliant. Just look at her – the face, the voice, the hard-to-define quality that means the moment she opens her mouth, everybody shuts up and listens. Harriet Walter, stage and screen star of Killing Eve, Succession, The Crown, Downton Abbey and so much more, would make a very fine Doctor indeed.

Marc Warren

Played: Elton Pope, co-founder member of LINDA, a group of humans who meet to swap stories on their encounters with the Doctor. Appeared in: Little-loved Series 2 episode ‘Love & Monsters‘. A very familiar face on British screens, with regular roles in hits including Hustle, Mad Dogs, The Good Wife and The Musketeers, there’s always been something about Marc Warren that makes you think he’d make a really great alien. See him as The Gentleman in Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, or Mr Teatime in The Hogfather, and you’ll agree. Top Doctor potential.

Gemma Whelan

Played: the voice of loads of characters for Big Finish audio adventures, but never (yet) on screen. Appeared in: ‘Ninth Doctor Adventures’, ‘Dalek Universe’, ‘Counter-Measures’ and more. Always a treat wherever you find her on screen, actor-comedian Gemma Whelan is best recognised as warrior leader of the Iron Islands, Yara Greyjoy in Game of Thrones but she’s been great in Killing Eve, Gentleman Jack, Upstart Crow, The End of the F***ing World, and recently, a killer episode of Inside No. 9. If Doctor Who is looking for another late-thirties Yorkshire lass to take on the Doctor’s mantle in future, go Whelan or go home.

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[softlass27]

got stuck working late so i had to watch tonight’s episode late, belated liveblog below!

charity/diane are my favourite housemates i just want to watch them hanging out at home

one day I’d like to see vic’s generosity go to someone who actually deserves it. she always picks the worst people to help out

“oh vic i could kiss you - ” “SHAKE MY HAND” pls they’re the cutest

if kim could get back to messing with paddy’s life that’d be great thanks

don’t get me wrong i adore marlon, but watching things at the woolpack just get worse and worse ever since charity was bullied out just makes me 😊😊😊

charity/mack being mystery squeezes ♥️

david obliviously vibing with his headphones on is a mood

did anyone watch that jodie whittaker drama where she’s a nurse who steals her friend’s identity and pretends to be a doctor? because i feel like someone at emmerdale saw it and just threw a half-arsed version of it at wendy lol

[deathsteel]

30 day fanfic challenge

Prompt #22 - Funeral

TW: canonical child death, not as sad as it seems, Dean is kinda a jerk at first

Okay, maybe it wasn’t classy to crash funerals. But Dean had never claimed to be terribly classy. 

What he did claim to be was a great actor who could make himself cry on demand and the proud owner of one very well fitted suit that was perfect for mourning. 

It started by accident, really. Dean had shown up for the funeral of one of his friend’s grandmother’s cousins intending to comfort the grandmother who’d always loved Dean and never forgotten his birthday, not even once. And he had ended up at an unexpectedly decadent funeral for a 98 year old multi-millionaire that happened to be being thrown the day after. Since he’d missed the funeral he’d intended to attend, Dean figured ‘fuck it’ and proceeded to enjoy the expensive free food and murmured condolences of the deceased’s foxy granddaughters. 

The second time he did it may have been less accidental and Dean cried both for Muriel who had died at the ripe old age of 102 as well as for the organic chemistry test he had just bombed. It was so cathartic that he was hooked, a junky even. 

He stopped going on dates because flirting with the widow or widower and coaxing a smile out of them was so much more appealing than sitting through the awkward get-to-know-you conversation of a first date. The emotional release of crying onto a stranger’s shoulder had nothing on getting blackout drunk and Dean found more and more of his social life being spent in funeral homes and cemeteries than in bars. 

Until he accidentally walked into a funeral without doing his research first. Which, typically he did so much research so that he could pull off pretending to be the second cousin once removed or the mentee that the family never knew their loved one had mentored, but today he’d been busy and distraught over getting a rejection letter to his first choice for his doctoral program so he’d just picked out a funeral from a random obit and darted out the door. 

So he wasn’t expecting...this. A funeral for a kid. 

Dean had never gone to a funeral for a kid, something about the grief of a life snuffed out too soon had seemed too raw for Dean to be able to fake. It had felt much more disrespectful to crash those funerals than the ones for people who had lived a long and full and fascinating life. 

It also seemed pretty evident to everyone else in attendance that Dean was in the wrong place. First, he was waaaay over dressed. Everyone else was wearing colorful clothing ranging from Hawaiian shirts to garish tye-dye and Dean’s black on black ensemble stuck out like a sore thumb. Secondly, Dean appeared to be the only one affecting an air of solemnity. In fact, the entire funeral home had been decked out to resemble a circus complete with juggling clowns and a guy making balloon animals. There was popcorn and a cotton candy machine and even a girl in a Hawaiian shirt carrying around a pair of parrots on her shoulders. 

Dean intended to turn on his heel and march right back out, but it looked like some family member was already making their way towards Dean- a tall woman with short brown hair and a face that looked like it was meant to smile, which it was even if her eyes were not.

“Hello there,” The woman said, reaching out to take Dean’s hand and hold it in both of her own. “Thank you so much for coming, I don’t think we got to meet ever. My husband spent the nights at the hospital, so I don’t recognize all of the nurses. I’m Jody, Owen’s mom, thank you for coming.”

“Um, yea, Dean,” he muttered in reply, giving his real name when he never EVER usually did. But he was so caught off guard he didn’t know what else to do.

“I’m sorry about the change in dress code,” Jody said with a laugh, gesturing to the long rainbow plaid dress she was wearing. “Sean said Owen would’ve liked it. He didn’t like for things to be boring, you know?”

Dean nodded, swallowing past the lump in his throat as he mentally planned his escape. He was an asshole and this was it, this was the last time he crashed without doing his research first. 

“Well, anyway,” Jody continued, looking over Dean’s shoulder as another few mourners milled into the room. “Please enjoy yourself and have fun.” 

Dean breathed a sigh of relief as the woman moved away, running a hand through his hair as he looked around the room. He’d hang for ten minutes and then duck out so it wouldn’t look so suspicious. 

“You don’t work for the hospital,” A deep voice announced next to Dean causing him to jump and spin guiltily towards the source. 

He found himself face to face with the guy who had been making balloon animals not even five minutes ago. A distant part registered that the man was attractive, like truly unf, but a more sane part of Dean realized that he was about to have his cover blown by a hot dude wearing rainbow suspenders. 

“Uh, yea I do?” Dean asked, trying to convince even himself. 

“No you don’t,” the man said, narrowing his blue eyes at Dean in suspicion. “Because I work at the hospital and I know everyone who ever set foot into Owen Mill’s room and you do not work at the hospital. 

Fuck. 

Dean weighed his options for a long moment before deciding he was well and truly powned. “Listen, dude. I didn’t realize this was a funeral for a kid okay. I don’t normally do this kind of thing. I’m gonna leave, just don’t make a scene okay?” 

“Right,” the other man said slowly, his eyes and voice conveying how very little he bought Dean’s bullshit. “Take that jacket off and give it here. Make sure your phone and stuff are in your jacket.”

“Uh...excuse me?” Dean asked as he reached for the buttons on his suit jacket, loading his keys, wallet, and phone into the pockets before he handed it over to the other man and allowed himself to be led deeper into the room where the funeral was being held. 

“Our nurse who signed up for the dunk tank is sick,” the balloon guy explained, stopping beside a large dunk tank that was situated on a blue tarp in one corner of the room; he patted the tank meaningfully before turning back towards Dean. “You man the dunk tank and I won’t rat you out.”

“What!?” Dean choked, looking at the slightly murky water and then back down at his fairly expensive suit. 

The other man just raised an eyebrow at Dean and stayed silent, his full lips pursing just slightly to hold back what Dean strongly suspected was a triumphant smirk. 

“Ugh okay,” Dean groaned, throwing up his hands as he made his way towards the dunk tank’s ladder and toed off his shoes. “For the kids.”

“Always for the kids,” the other man agreed, moving to the side of the tank where the bullseye was and taking up his role of barker with what Dean felt like was too much enthusiasm. “Dunk the Dummy! Step right up and Dunk the Chump!”

Quiet a few dunks later, Dean was soaked and shivering and vowing that he would never crash another funeral when the other man came back up to him with an apologetic grin and a towel. 

“Thanks,” Dean muttered sarcastically as he took the towel and wrapped it around himself. 

“Maybe you won’t crash any more funerals,” Balloon guy admonished only slightly apologetically. “Seriously, I clocked you as soon as you walked in. And you’re lucky it was me instead of a pissed off parent.”

“You go to a lot of funerals?” Dean asked as he roughed the towel over his dripping hair. 

“Call it a work related hazard,” the other man replied with a grim smile. “But hey, it gave me a reason to learn balloon art and it makes the kids happy when most of the kids I see don’t have much to be happy about.”

Dean nodded in understanding, figuring he’d shove his whole leg in his mouth since his foot had already seemed to take up permanent residence there. “So uh...how did you know this kid anyway?”

“I was his oncologist,” the other man replied evenly, nodding at Dean’s self-recriminating wince. “So yea, man--”

“Dean,” he offered, cutting across the other man because it felt like he owed it to the doctor by that point. 

“Dean,” the man said, with an incline of his head. “I’m Castiel. Just uh, do me a favor. Stop crashing funerals okay? It's pretty damn disrespectful.”

“Absolutely,” Dean promised, crossing his heart with the tip of his index finger. “I’m a changed man, I promise.”

“Great,” Castiel replied, rolling his eyes indulgently. “Have a good day Dean, thanks for coming.”

Dean nodded, handing the other man back the soggy towel in exchange for his jacket and his shoes that he picked up instead of putting them on over his dripping socks. 

“But hey, Dean,” Castiel called as Dean started away. “If you ever want to take another turn at the dunk tank, you can look me up at St. Mary’s.”

“Right,” Dean said with a nod at the other man, turning to leave again before Castiel could see his blush. 

His funeral crashing days were most definitely over, but maybe his tank dunking days had just begun.

[bktynes-writes]

I Wish For This

Sometimes I think about what I want from the end of Supernatural and I just...well, this happens...

I want Jody, Donna, and the girls to be happy. I want Claire and Kaia to be the sweetest little couple. I want Claire to go back to school and Kaia to get a job in a machine shop or a garage. And Claire works part time in the evenings bartending, and they save up enough money to get a little apartment near Jody's house. Alex meets a sweet young male nurse and they get together and start their own lil family. And I want Patience to become a lawyer (of course she goes to Stanford. Sam helps her with her application letter, and maaaaybe he breaks into their computer system to "move some things around" to help her get in. Not that she needs it, but he's so proud he can't help it). And they all get together on weekends for dinners. Sometimes the Winchesters (ALL OF THEM! Sam, Eileen, their kid, Dean, Cas, and Jack) join them and they laugh about hunting, because there are no monsters anymore. Jody grills burgers in the back yard and Dean tries to help, but she fondly slaps his hands away with the tongs when he tries to touch her food, so he instead resigns himself to bringing her cold beers and "supervising" from the corner. Cas plays with Eileen and Sam's little one in the grass, holding their little hands above their head as they giggle and toddle across the grass, sometimes looking up to catch Dean's eye. He sees the longing there and knows there will be a discussion about children in their future, but he looks forward to the possibility. Having Jack has been a blessing and has taught them so much, but Cas knows Dean wants a little one or two, and Jack is going to want to go off on his own sooner than later. Jack, Patience, Claire, and Kaia stand together in the corner of the yard discussing whatever it is young people talk about - memes, music, politics, whatever else. Jack is happy to have his family all together in one place. Dean takes a break from pestering Jody about flipping the burgers too often to set up some knife throwing, and there are bets placed on who is going to win. Surprisingly, Patience beats them all. She later asserts that it is "just physics", which drives Dean and Claire into a frenzy because, no, it's skill, and she must have cheated somehow. Alex's boyfriend doesn't really understand their weird little family dynamic at first, but he gets used to it pretty quick. The first night the boys come to visit for dinner is the night they decide they have to tell him about monsters. Initially he is understandably horrified, but he loves Alex with his whole heart and after a shot or two if whiskey, he comes around. He listens to their stories in absolute awe. When Alex describes her past to him, he looks at her with a little bit of fear because, holy shit this gorgeous girl was a vampire food factory, could kill him if she wanted to, but is also so kind and sweet and he loves her so much. And after dinner, when Sam and Eileen are putting their kid to bed, and Patience has gone off to study, and Claire, Jody, and Donna are arguing in the sitting room over the good whiskey about the most effective methods of beheading, Dean claps the young man on the shoulder and he and Cas take him out into the yard, and explain very carefully to him that if he hurts Alex, they will hurt him. But he knew that because honestly, these Winchesters are psychopaths and he is not about to piss this family off.

I just want everyone to live happily ever after and be together and not have to worry about the end of the world, or monsters or heaven or hell or anything. I want them all to have houses where they can raise children and be happy. I want Eileen to go to PTA meetings and bake cookies, and I want Sam to argue that the neighbour's hydrangeas are 2ft taller than the HOA guidelines allow. I want Dean to take a part time job at a Jiffy Lube and be WAY over qualified, and turn down promotion after promotion because he doesn't actually NEED the job, he just wants something to do with his time. I want Cas to cultivate fruit trees in their backyard and bake pies to sell at the farmers markets and no one ever knows how he gets his crust so perfect, but it's only because Dean eats all his failures and tells them they're amazing anyways. I want Jack to go to the local community college and take religious studies and ace every test because, hey, his family tree is pretty closely linked to biblical history. I want them to have two dogs named Crowley and Zepplin. I want them to adopt a little girl and name her Joanna. I want car pools. I want play dates. I want Dean to coach the only girls little league team in the area because there wasn't one before and Jo wanted to play baseball, and Dean'll be damned if his little girl doesn't get to play just because some coach doesn't want a girl on his team, so they make their own (and they kick all the boy's butts in their first year. Because Dean is a hardass. Not like John, NEVER like John, but he knows how to get the best out of *his* kids). All the little girls love him, and so do their moms (and some dads), and as they grow up, Cas and Dean's house becomes the "cool" place to be, because Jo is a badass little girl with her cool auntie Claire and her two awesome dads, but it's also always SAFE. The first time one of the girls boyfriends puts hands on them, they run to Jo and her dads in tears and, well, lets just say that boy gets a midnight house call from a very angry and very scary looking Winchester couple with graphic threats of bodily harm. That boy never lays hands on another girl again, and while Jo pretends to be pissed that now no one wants to ask her to the winter dance at school, she is secretly so proud that her dads are so awesome. I want summer barbecues and pool parties and beach vacations. I want camping trips and endless anniversaries and Christmases.

I want them all to grow old and grey together, and see their grandchildren and each other live the lives they deserve. I want them to retire. I want them to be HAPPY...

[tinkiisms]

For this Mother’s Day, because Tink is generally left out of the whole affair of “having parents” I want to talk about fairy life in Barrie’s original Peter Pan works!

In Disney’s portrayal of Tinker Bell and the fairies which is my main verse, each individual fairy is born from the first laugh of a human baby--and they are immortal ageless beings in that they arrive fully-formed (not as babies are born) and don’t visibly age ever, remaining an eternally youthful being, but can live hundreds of years without dying unless they are felled by some danger or disbelief.

In Barrie’s canon, however, this is not the case. When Tinker Bell is first introduced in “Peter and Wendy,” she is described as “a girl” who was “still growing” as in a child--like Peter and Wendy themselves. At the epilogue of the book when Peter brings Wendy back to Neverland for spring cleaning after a year, she inquires after Tink who he has entirely forgotten.

He says he expects that “she is no more” and the narration concurs that, “I expect he was right, for fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.”

This demonstrates that fairies have very comparatively short lifespans to humans, aging rapidly from childhood to apparently death, within less than a couple of years. They are not immortal as Disney portrays them, but have life cycles.

(CONTINUED UNDER THE CUT FOR FAIRY FAMILY DYNAMICS)

Another difference is the birth or arrival of fairies. As stated earlier, in Disney each fairy is born from a laugh. In Barrie’s canon, it is stated that the FIRST laugh of the the FIRST baby “broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”

He then goes on to explain family dynamics among fairy-kind in “The Little White Bird” or “Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens”

“...though they have beautiful schools, nothing is taught in them; the youngest child being chief person is always elected mistress, and when she has called the roll, they all go out for a walk and never come back. It is a very noticeable thing that, in fairy families, the youngest is always chief person, and usually becomes a prince or princess; and children remember this, and think it must be so among humans also, and that is why they are often made uneasy when they come upon their mother furtively putting new frills on the basinette.”

“When they think you are not looking they skip along pretty lively, but if you look and they fear there is no time to hide, they stand quite still, pretending to be flowers. Then, after you have passed without knowing that they were fairies, they rush home and tell their mothers they have had such an adventure.”

“ “Pity to lift them hyacinths,” said the one man. “Duke's orders,” replied the other, and, having emptied the cart, they dug up the boarding-school and put the poor, terrified things in it in five rows. Of course, neither the governess nor the girls dare let on that they were fairies, so they were carted far away to a potting-shed, out of which they escaped in the night without their shoes, but there was a great row about it among the parents, and the school was ruined.”

“They were now loath to let her go, for, “If the fairies see you,” they warned her, “they will mischief you, stab you to death or compel you to nurse their children or turn you into something tedious, like an evergreen oak.””

So, you see, fairies in the original canon of Peter Pan are born the natural way, nursed and raised and they grow up and die. They have families, parents, mothers.

In Jodi Lynn Anderson’s book “Tiger Lily” which is told from the perspective of Tinker Bell, fairies are a much simpler and less ethereal creature compared to Disney’s version, and at some point it is mentioned that Tink’s father ran out on her and her mother with a fairy named Belladonna. For years after he left, she searched for him, scanning bodies of water as they were last seen living on a duck’s back, and it became a habit for her even if she no longer expects to find him.

A snippet describes, “But after my father left, I had the irresistible urge to disobey every rule he’d ever given me.”

I love this book a lot--it’s not Barrie’s canon, in which we never get a description of Tink’s actual family, but the concept has inspired an inspo reblog for my Tiger Lily verse (which I never get the chance to play in unfortunately.)

Recently I made a shitpost/crack post saying “Tinker Bell has daddy issues and she doesn’t even have a dad” just because it rings so true to her character considering what we know about her life--even if her family dynamic wasn’t described by Barrie, and I can relate to her in a certain way (more Bella and Charlie Swan for me personally, but I just mean the “daddy issues” aspect of not having a solid father figure to begin with, whatever the cause)

So, in my general mixed-canon, alternative, cross-over style verse, where I pick different bits from various versions of the mythos (Disney, OUAT, Barrie, etc) I might sometimes want to include the fact of Tinker Bell having (had) parents.

Especially having been abandoned by her father, which could contribute to her huge attachment and abandonment issues. If she was raised by a single mother, well happy mother’s day to the mom of the best fairy~