#just shocked cause I’ve been following them for a bit especially their bible stuff

[kiingbiing]

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[drkcnry67]

your destiny is an archangel

title: your destiny is an archangel (drabble)

pairing: gabriel x reader

h&h sq: archangels

rating: pg-14

tags: following the light, being told to do something you have no say in, being forced into something that you didnt want. 

created for @heavenandhellbingo​

mentioning @sweetness47​

H&H list

ordinary, you were far from it. your brothers were the Winchesters, your father was John Winchester, tho you were the youngest winchester you were still the ever brighter star in the winchester family tree. 

your brothers often left you in charge of the impala and all the technical stuff making bullets and things like that. but this was your first hunt. this was the first time being out in the field after months even years of training. 

your brothers had sent you to a simple hunt while they handled a vamps nest and a werewolf den. you enter upon the scene after speaking to the locals who all claimed to have seen a really bright light and heard screaming and voices calling their names. 

you see the light and suddenly your surrounded by it. the light clears and you are being held back by what look to be several armed soldiers. 2 more walk toward you: one blond hair, blue eyes really ripped. the other chestnut brown hair, brown eyes also really ripped. 

the guards holding you back made you drop your handheld as they forced you to bow before the 2 men standing before you. 

Michael: why do you look at us like you dont have a clue what or who we are?

you were in a bad mood right then unsure of what would come out of your mouth you didnt think about it you just spoke. 

YN: cause i dont you dumbass, now let me go or i swear my brothers will not be kind to you when they find out you have their little sister.

Michael: chill out little winchester, we know who you are... wait let me start this again. my name is Michael son of God archangel of the highest ranking and the leader of the army of God. this fellow beside me is my brother Gabriel also an archangel i believe your people would call him a trickster. 

all you could do was stare, you were in a bit of shock and a state of disbelief. you were talking to angels, never mind that archangels, the biblical ones you had red about in the bible. 

YN: okay so now i understand who you guys are, but what are you doing here and what does it have to do with me and my current predicament.

Michael: cause its your destiny YN to marry my brother Gabriel and become his wife. he would help you in your quest to help your brothers stop every single damn monster that invades earth. 

you instantly looked at Michael like he had just blown up the state building in new york. you looked at him like he had just melted an entire city or brought the dinosaurs back. 

but he did non of those things he instead had just told you that you were to marry someone, nevermind that it was the freaking archangel Gabriel. you were not sure of how your brothers, dean especially would react. 

YN: are you guys insane? you are telling me that at 25 years old i have to marry Gabriel the archangel who spoke to the virgin mary and announced to her that she would bare Jesus. your telling me that when you both should know full well that my brothers will not like this idea at all... never mind the fact that i like earth i am not moving anywhere that isnt earth. nevermind the fact that my phone is ringing, its my brothers if i dont answer it they will get worried and come after me they know where i am and...

Gabriel spoke for the first time since arriving, tho his eyes had never left your form. 

Gabriel: guards release her to allow her to answer her phone 

The guards released you, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone answering it immediately.

Yn: hey Dean!

Dean: you took a bit to answer, everything okay.

Yn: well umm I found out the cause of the disturbance. But Dean it's archangels. I am being starred at by archangels.

Dean: I'm sorry what? Archangels as in the biblical beings. Did they speak? Do they have names?

YN: I have had the pleasure of speaking with the archangel Michael and the archangel Gabriel. But what they told me I have a hard time grasping the concept of. And your not gonna like it.

Dean: what did those douchebags want?

Yn: Michael said I have the destined honor of becoming the wife of Gabriel. Apparently God set this in his book long time ago.

You could hear the roar of the impala you knew that your brothers were now pissed.

Dean: stay there we are on our way there in 10 min.

The line went dead, you hung up the phone it was Gabriel who spoke next.

Gabriel: is everything okay?

YN: my brothers are on their way. They are coming here they did not take too kindly to the news.

Michael: as it is written the brothers Winchester shall come to bare witness to this auspicious union for it will bring some light into this world.

Gabriel: Michael, dear brother, can I take YN to speak in private?

Michael gives a swift nod, Gabriel holds his hand to you.

Gabriel: would you like to take a stroll with me?

YN: is this of our own free will?

Gabriel: completely..

Yn: then sure we have a few moments to kill before my brothers arrive.

You take the hand of Gabriel, the two of you walk away from Michael and the God squad. Gabriel turns to you a short while later.

Gabriel: how do you feel about this ordeal?

YN: honestly I don't know. I mean my entire life I've been trying to find the person I'm meant to be with for the rest of my life. all my life i have tried to find love before it sneaks up on me. when my father died i shut myself off from love. i have not thought of the idea of love in a long time. but now being told that i am destined to marry, i just dont know what to think.

Gabriel: what does your heart tell you right now?

you closed your eyes for a moment, taking his position right behind you. 

YN: that you are good for me. that with a little work and effort we can be the happiest people on earth we can build a future together based on love, protection and kicking so much ass. 

Gabriel at that point spun you around neither of you noticing the lights from the impala nor the people walking toward you. but instead he kissed you, your brothers, michael, the guards all saw this kiss. 

the thing that snaps you both out of the kiss is a very very familiar voice speaking in a harsh tone.

Dean: YN what the fuck do you think you are doing? 

You stand in defense of Gabriel as your big brother strides towards you. sam just smirked. you knew he wasnt as pissed about this as Dean. 

YN: dean stop thats enough. i dont want to hurt you. 

Dean: you would dare to challenge family? have you lost your senses completely? he is an archangel, your a human!!!!! 

YN: its my destiny to marry him. for once in your life stop thinking the worst and just listen. please dean, for me. if you love me bro, you will listen to what Michael has to say. 

dean backed off and went to stand near sam and started pacing. you nodded at michael to start talking. 

Michael: peace be with thee Dean for i nor my brother nor my guard wish your sister or family harm. we bring this night news of great joy for all of you. this night ordained by God in his book is the night that i release Gabriel into his new life with YN on earth. i of course will return for the wedding but tonight is the release. whenever thee decides the wedding date my dear brother knows how to get ahold of me. Dean tho you are only ever looking out for your family, take a good look at your sister with my brother, tho they not have known each other for very long have started the release process. gabriel had no idea that the release starts with a kiss and ends with my pronunciation and blessing. but you and Sam need to agree as well otherwise your sister will never find her happy ending nor the ending you wish for her.  so what say the mighty brothers winchester. do you both consent to this?

Sam steps towards you and Gabriel giving you a big hug which you return. when he lets you go he speaks soft tones loud enough for all to hear. 

Sam: i Sam Winchester, give my permission and consent to this destined union cause it makes me happy to see my sister smile.

you watched as Sam went to Gabriel and shoke his hand welcoming him into the family. then sam went to dean and had this little conversation.

Sam: look Dean i know that you are the older brother and your supposed to look out for me and Yn i get that but this is how her story is destined to go, we are still a family, just an expanded family and at least one of us should be happy in our lifetime of killing all the evil sons of bitches we can find. if you remotely care at all about our sister and how this will affect her if you say no then think about it this way. all mom and dad wanted for all of us was a normal life. with Yn and the destiny squad she gets part of the normalcy while we all still get to keep doing what we do and to top it off we get to see our sister be happy in the ways we never could dean.

dean paced some more he knew what the right choice was but he also had to convince himself that it was the correct choice. he looked at how you were smiling with Gabriel and he started walking towards you Sam became prepared to step in just in case, but both you and gabriel turned towards your big brother and watched his emotions reflect in his facials. 

Dean: im such an ass. i mean i walked up in here acting like, well dad did when sammy wandered off to college. look sis im so sorry for how i acted and after pacing round arguing with myself i finally came to the realization that this is not gonna hurt the winchester legacy. in fact it will strengthen it. Michael i know that things are gonna change but tell me one thing, did both our parents end up in heaven? and is it possible for them to join us for their wedding. 

you walk closer to your brother

YN: dean does that mean?

Dean: yes i consent you both have my blessing. but i wasnt kidding either that was a serious question. 

Michael: unfortunately i am unsure. for you see, i do not know who is up and who is down im too busy training the troops for gods army. the matters of state are not up to me. they are left up to the one person who was anointed by god to do the job fairly. moses. but hey i cant complain. now if everyone is ready i will do the pronunciation and give my blessing.

You all take stance in front of Michael is you facing Gabriel, behind you is Dean, behind Gabriel is Sam, the guards stand away from us witnessing what happens.

Michael: Heaven rejoices this glorious day for here is one destined promise from God this shall be the release of my brother from his heavenly duties but keeping his connections to heaven, and into his new life here on earth with YN. Both of these 2 are about to become more deadly than anyone knows. I was there when YN was conceived. I told John that his daughter would be wonderful that her destiny would be full of family and joys beyond measure. My brother you have no idea how much pressure I have endured from father. When he told me about this day, what was to happen, he said I would feel the emotion of releasing you more deeply than anyone. Gabriel son of God angelic prince of the lower realms, do you accept this destiny as is ordained in the book dad wrote out?

Gabriel: yes I accept what is being laid out before me

Michael: YN child blessed by the upmost holy of hollies, sister to the brothers winchester who have become feared among the supernatural. now here before these witnesses do you also accept the destiny written out before you in the book of God? 

Gabriel’s hand grasped your own, suddenly your fear was gone. this allowed you to speak. 

YN: i accept the destiny laid before me

Michael: very well, your first task is to get used to this new life, within the time ahead heaven shall expect the following from you both: a wedding, a child, and defeating whatever crosses your paths. can you both promise that?

you nod as does Gabriel. 

Michael: by the powers and laws of heaven in accordance to the written word of God i now pronounce this ceremony finished releasing my brother into the arms of this beautiful young woman forever. brother i believe you know what to do.

Gabriel pulls you into a dip and kisses you. 

Everyone applauds, congratulations flow in from every guard then it comes to your brothers.

Sam: kiddo, you were radiant up there. That was amazing.

Dean: so I guess we need to start figuring out a sturdy place to put down roots.

YN: for now we are gonna be just as content living on the road with you 2 nuts and besides its the family business, just because this is my destiny doesn't mean i have to stop the family mission. To kill every evil son of a bitch that dares to reek havoc on the earth. Plus we don't have a definite set placement for much of anything at this time. Where to next?

That's when Michael approached you lot.

Michael: don't forget the promises and oaths taken here today. Brother to wish you all the luck in this new life of yours. YN take good care of my bro, he is certainly one of a kind. I'll also expect a formal invite to the wedding it's not every day one of my own brothers gets married. Now I must go still have to patrol the east part. Farewell, till we meet again.

Michael and the guards disappeared. This left you, Gabriel and your brothers, you took into consideration that you had walked to this location so as not to draw suspicion. And you certainly were not up to walking back to the hotel or where ever.

Dean: we have the bags and shit from the hotel, we are heading to Bobby's from here. There is trouble Kansas close to where me and Sam were born. Bobby's gonna brief us before we go, hell he might even join us. But onto bigger issues, the 2 lovebirds can sit in the backseat just no having sex in the car ever not ever. Rule number 2 I pick the music no one else does and number 3 let's hit the road to make it to Bobby's for dawn.

You got into the backseat sliding over gabriel, you were not stranger to conversation but you stretched out your head was in gabes lap, you were exhausted mentally anyway. 

physically you felt fine. you felt amazing actually, feeling gabe just running his fingers through your hair and the lull of the impala made you just stare into the eyes of the man to be your husband with love and calming affection. 

about 2 hours into the drive, you had fallen asleep. Sam was also sleeping, taking the time to rest and relax. this left Dean and Gabriel still awake. 

Dean: for what its worth, you seem to see the best in my sister. i know this is very new for you too but know that you and i have alot to discuss if i am to train you and her. 

Gabriel: for what its worth, i could see it in your eyes when you saw me with your sister, saw me holding her in my arms, kissing her. dude i get it, we will figure this out, we are going to approach this new relationship one step at a time. 

Dean: by the way how are you feeling after the whole being released from the heavenly duties thing. after the whole basically becoming human thing.

gabriel: honestly it feels like i am floating in a suspended reality that could disappear at any point. honestly i love this feeling. i have to ask tho why are we going to Bobby’s right now. why drive through the night. 

Dean: cause i know that YN will need to train, she usually sleeps off an adrenaline rush than crashes with a massive burst of anger in the morning. so if we get there before she wakes up, i will be able to set up the yard make it look like its ready for training. so that way she can spiral and we can watch while she tries to prove her worth. but she will do that for about two hours or so until she crashes on her knees crying. 

Gabriel looked down at your sleeping form, knowing that your entire future together would bee full of these moments of learning and hard times together. 

Gabriel: and how often does this happen?

Dean: only when something dramatic changes or after sam and i come home with broken bones and such. usually she will go into her burst after she resets us or patches her up. but i was thinking about this a while now, this started just after dad passed. could that have been the thing to set her hunting skills into over drive?

Gabriel: you think these are her hunters skills trying to break through. and what it causes her to crash after 2 hours. that doesnt sound right. i mean it does but it doesnt. you understand that trauma affects people differently, maybe loosing your dad was harder on her than she let you believe. 

Dean: then why would she lie to us. say that she is fine when she isnt?

Gabriel: probably cause she didnt want you and Sam to look at her differently. she respects your opinion, as her older brother its your job to notice when she is not being completely honest and she probably does this to try and get your attention. she knows that you wont do anything otherwise so she has to try something else. 

Dean had to stop for a second and analyze what Gabriel had just said. he realized that he was right, so within a few more hours you all arrived at Bobby’s. Carefully Gabriel carried you inside and up to your room. your brothers were gonna stay in the living room on the couch, in order to explain things to bobby. 

Gabriel having now laid you on the bed pulled off your shoes and your sweater putting a light blanket over you. then he took off his own shoes, his coat and his shirt and crawled under the covers beside you. that was when your sleeping form curled up against him. 

that was the first time he had felt truly happy. he passed out short while later anxious to see what the new life would bring. dawn rose high in the sky, the sound of bobby and your brothers arguing in the morning was a sound you knew all too well. you quietly stretched out. 

Gabriel: morning beautiful.

you turned to him and smiled. 

YN: morning, im gonna take the dog outside. im sure if you went downstairs there will be food for you. ill see you when i return. 

you went out the door and downstairs the 3 men in the kitchen heard you, Gabe grabbed one of the muscle shirts out of the pile of mens clothes in the room before he went downstairs. 

Gabriel: its an honor to meet you Bobby. 

Bobby and Gabe shoke hands thats when Gabriel noticed that you were standing outside with the dog sitting by your legs as you stood at the barrel, with the hand held in your hands and just shooting the tree stumps out in the field. 

Gabriel: now i finally feel like i am beginning to understand this thing that humans call love. 

Dean: its a funny thing thats forsure. but we have a theory. what if you went outside and see if you could talk to her. she has threatened to shoot any of me, sam or bobby if we get too close but she might let you near. 

Gabriel continued to watch you shoot the tree stumps. he just watched, he was waiting for the right moment to go out there. 

Gabriel: i just hope that i can get through to her. if the great dean winchester thinks i can bring his sister back into the light then it must be true. 

Dean: you know what why dont you go out there right now see if she opens up. cause im sure she wont shoot you down if you ask her if you can join her.

Gabriel hesitates a few short moments before he puts on his shoes and walks out the door. he slowly approaches you. Rumsfeld barks to let you know someone is approaching.

Gabriel: mind if i join you? your brothers mentioned that you might be over here.

You turned to face Gabriel... you were staring into the eyes of the man to be your husband. you felt your knees begin to go weak. you were unsure of the conszequences to what you would soon do, but you did it anyway. 

YN: there is another handheld on that stump over there. just hold it like i am and pull the trigger aiming for the tree stumps. 

gabriel mimics your movements and stances. you were the most radiant person he had ever seen shooting a gun. gabriel shoots the stumps with you for a bit. but your knees buckle out from under you and you break down in tears. 

Gabriel: are you alright?

YN: ever since my father died, i have been living a lie. im no hunter, im not even a proper one. i can barely hold my own when im fighting my brothers, i can only shoot a gun when im by my self in this field with rumsfeld and nothing but the wind. i know i have worried my brothers, i know they are never gonna look at me the same way. im a fool for thinking that i could ever join the family business, help get revenge for dad’s death, i am never gonna amount to what my brothers are. 

Gabriel: dont talk like that. you are every bit the woman that your brothers would ever want you to be. dean mentioned to me about how you mihgt just open up if i came out here. but that isnt why i came over here, i came to you cause you are my present and my future, im not gonna let you suffer in this alone. i know we are still new to this whole idea that we are to be married and such, but i promise you this you will never be alone. i might not be fully angelic anymore but i can still be pretty angelic when i want to be. part of my negociation with my brother about my release was that i get to keep my wings. so thats exactly what i plan to do. how bout we go for a nice flight? maybe to Paris, have some breakfast?

you got up with Gabriel for support, you had stopped crying sort of, but those tears got wiped away by the love of your life. you sent a quick text to Dean before Gabriel pulled you flush with his body, his wings came out and he flew you both off to paris. 

this left Bobby, Dean and Sam in awe as they had just watched this take place from the window. 

but that is another story for another time.

[alexthepartyman]

Fine Line

Chapter 4: Take me back to the light.

“Easy there, tough guy, have some coffee with your sugar,” Derek teases, grabbing a mug. 

“I need something to wake me up.”

“Same. I feel like I’ve slept for five years,” I joke.

“You had brain surgery a couple of weeks ago, it is normal to be tired.” I sigh, rolling my eyes as my phone vibrates against my ass. 

“Back pocket,” I groan as Derek pulls my phone out of my pocket. “It’s probably more get well soon wishes.”

“Oooh, you had a late night?” Derek asks, handing me my phone before going back to make coffee. 

“Very.”

“My man.” Oooh, it was probably with Grant, too. Oooh. I slowly type, trying to remember how to spell certain words.

“Not that kind of late night.”

“Really? I was rooting for you,” I groan as Derek chuckles.

“Okay, so tell me, what does keep young Dr Reid awake at night? Wait, let me guess. Memorising some obscure textbook. No, no, no, no,” Derek teases. “Working on cold fusion. No, I got it. I got it. I got it. Watching Ster Trek...and laughing at the physics mistakes.” 

“Actually, there aren’t that many scientific errors in Star Trek, especially considering how long ago it was made.”

“Did his face just fall?” I ask with a big smile on my face. 

“There are certain improbabilities, but not that many outright errors.”

“Right.” I laugh lightly as Derek walks away awkwardly, holding my head in my hand. 

“Hey, Morgan?” Spencer asks, following him. I grip my crutches and turn myself, slowly following along. “Uh, do you ever have dreams?” 

“I’m sorry?”

“I guess nightmares would be a more accurate description.” 

“Is that what’s keeping you up?”

“I used to get them occasionally, but lately it’s like I have them every night.”

“What are they about?”

“This. What we do. Do you have nightmares?”

“When don’t I?” I remark. 

“Reid, I’m not sure I’m the right person for you tot alk to about this.” 

“Why not?”

“It’s just, uh...did you ask Gideon about it?”

“No.” 

“You should. Both of you.”

“Hey, Hotch wants everyone in the round table room.” 

“Derek, carry me. I’m not getting anywhere with these things,” I retort as Elle walks away from us.

“Nuh-uh, little buddy. You gotta do it yourself. I ain’t gonna be around to carry you everywhere.” 

“Fuck...I take forever!” I groan, stumbling towards the staircase. 

“Something up with you three?” Elle asks.

“No.” 

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“McAllister,” JJ says as we head in. “Western slope of Massanutten Mountain in Virginia. Two bodies discovered in the woods, both with apparent bult trauma to the head.” 

“Skeletons?”

“Skellingtons?” I ask, approaching the table and looking at the picture in Spencer’s hand. 

“One of them. The second victim was just killed this morning.”

“How do we know there’s a connection?” Elle asks. 

“Found about seventy-five feet apart with nearly identical head wounds.” 

“Where’s the rest of the case file?”

“There isn’t one. The sheriffs are on the scene waiting for us.” 

“Their location is only half an hour away by plane.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Well, there was evidence on the scene that could cause a bit of public uproar.” 

“Satanic cult.”

“But...killer satanic cults...those don’t exist…” 

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“JJ, we obviously need to keep this out of the press for as long as possible.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Why is that so important?”

“There was a nationwide scare in the 1980s involving Satanic ritual killings and abuse. The Satanic panic, it was called. It began after the publication of a book about repressed memories being recovered through hypnotherapy. Memories of growing up with devil worshippers who use children in their rituals and ceremonies.” 

“Most of the claims were later found to be false or just impossible.”

“Still, numerous therapists accepted the assertions as true and began searching for similar signs in their own patients. After one year, thousands of people reported the exact same repressed memories.”

“But the bureau conducted an investigation and concluded that most of the ritual killings or abuse were more urban legend than anything else.”

“You’re saying that there’s no such thing as Devil worshipping?”

“Not at all. But most of the Satanism we’ve seen is juveniles damaging property, descerating churches, cemeteries. To my knowledge, there’s never been a proven case of a satanic ritual killing in the United States,” Uncle Jason says. 

“Well, maybe there is now.” 

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“Morning. John Bridges,” the sheriff greets us. 

“Yeah, we spoke on the phone,” JJ shakes his hand. “I’m Agent Jareau, this is Agent Gideon, Dr Reid, and our intern James Rossi with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit,” JJ introduces us.

“What’s with your intern?”

“Concussion. Can’t walk on my own yet. Hi.”

“Thanks for coming out so fast, all of you.”

“Yeah, of course.” 

“There was an in-service in Charlottesville last year, said if we ran into any unusual homicides, we were supposed to call you folks soonertather then later.” 

“They were right.” 

“So is this unusual enough?”

“It’s certainly interesting. Is that blood or red paint?” I ask, nodding my head towards the carving in the tree.

“You guys must get a lot of this, huh? Satanic stuff?”

“Not really,” Uncle Jason answers. “Who found the body?”

“Hikers found the first one at the trail, my deputies located this one while searching for evidence. Don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman.”

“It’s a man. The male pelvis is more narrow, and the opening at the bottom is heart-shaped, as opposed to oval,” Spencer rambles. “Melted wax?”

“Candle wax?” JJ asks.

“Candles are used in rituals.”

“Also used on birthday cakes,” Uncle Jason says, watching my feet carefully.

“Actually, they were orginially used to protect the birthday celebrant from demons for the coming year. As a matter of fact, down to the fourth century, Christianity rejected the birthday celebration as a pagan ritual.” 

‘What kind of doctor are you?”

“One that knows everything,” I quietly comment.

“Does LOD mean anything to you?” 

“I don’t know of any significance in Satanism, either.” 

“Well, I’d have Garcia research this LOD thing, if I could get a call out.” 

“Not much of a chance of that out here.”

“Are there any cults in the area that you know about? Secret groups? People you see you don’t know much about? People who stay to themselves mostly?” 

“This is a very religious area. Church on Sundays, fellowship on Wednesday, bible classes. If there was a secret group, I’d probably know about it.”

“That’s an inherent contradiction,” Spencer chuckles. 

“Excuse me?”

“Spencer,” I hiss, picking up the tip of my crutch and stomping his foot with it.

“Ow…”

“He means if there was a group being secretive, you probably wouldn’t know.” 

“Look, people out here just want a quiet place to raise their kids. What I know is that none of them are capable of doing this.”

“Rethink that statement,” I comment. 

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“Here you go,” Jason says, setting me back down on the ground after carrying me back up the road. 

“Thanks, Uncle Jason.”

“It’s no problem, Jamie.” 

“Find anything interesting down there?” Aaron asks.

“Yeah, it does look like some kind of ritual site,” Uncle Jason answers. 

“Have any of you ever heard of LOD or the acronym L-O-D?” Spencer asks as Elle helps Spencer up onto the road. 

“Not me.”

“Cherish? Cherish? Sheriff Bridges!” A woman yells, being blocked off by an officer behind the yellow tape. 

“It’s okay, Harris. Let her in.” 

“Was Adam Lloyd killed out here?” She asks, marching up towards us. 

“Who told you that?”

“Was he? My daughter was with him. They were out running together this morning. Oh my god, and I can’t find her. Cherish is missing. Cherish is missing! Help me, please.” She starts to cry. 

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“Take her home.”

“I will.”

“Who are we looking for?” I ask as we head back to the team. 

“Someone who can overpower our victim, abduct a girl from a traveled path without being seen.”

“A local would know their way around here,” I add. 

“It certainly fits with the cult theory. More than one unsub to control multiple victims.” 

“But if the attack were ferocious enough...a single unsub could do it too. Kill Adam and grab the girl while she’s still in shock.” 

“This is some rough country. I don’t think Jamie could do it right now,” Elle comments, walking back to us with Derek. “We only went a quarter of a mile, and we almost got lost.”

“Jamie was right. The unsub is a local. You don’t just stumble onto a place like this.” 

“JJ, where’d the sheriff go?”

“He’s setting up a search party.” 

“Tell him I want him to use volunteers from the area.”

“Do you want him to know why?”

“No, not yet.”

“Is it wise to alienate him?”

“Well, he thinks we’re looking for a monster. If we tell him we’re looking for volunteers so we can profile who shows up, he might call the whole thing off.” 

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“State won’t be here for over an hour. We’re not gonna wait. I want you to gather everyone up, and I’m going to assign grid locations.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“You have a moment, sheriff?” JJ asks. 

“I’ve got a missing girl, a hundred square miles of woods, not enough men, and in a couple of hours, it’s gonna be dark.” 

“Have you considered using the people that live in the area?”

“I’m not gonna have civilians messing up the crime scene.”

“We can instruct them not to touch anything until a member of Law Enforcement arrives.”

“What if they get lost, too?”

“We can have them sign into a volunteer sheet and keep track of what grid square they’re in. Look...I grew up in a small town. You have the state police coming in?”

“Yeah.”

“Your locals can do a better job of finding this girl than any statie. Especially in these woods,” I cut in. “You know that.” 

“You’ll keep track of them?”

“She’s coordinated searches across the country.” The sheriff nods, and we head towards the vehicles.

“Let’s go. Harris, I’m going downtown. Don’t do anything until I get back.”

“Hey! Can I come with you guys?” Spencer calls out, catching up to us and nearly knocking me over. 

“Spencer, I will hit you again,” I threaten. 

“Sorry. I need to call Quantico and have them research that whole LOD thing,” he says, stumbling after us. 

“Yeah, sure. Hop in.” JJ helps me carefully climb into the back of the truck, and Spencer hops in after me, holding my crutches. 

“No bickering, you two,” JJ scolds us both from the shotgun seat. “Sorry, they get along like cats and dogs sometimes.”

“I wanna be the dog,” I whine. “Spencer can be the cat.” 

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JJ helps lift me out of the truck, and I grab my crutches from Spencer. 

“What’s happened, John?” A man asks, stopping them and giving me a moment to catch up to them. 

“Reverend Paul Burke, this is...I’m sorry, I forgot your names.”

“I’m Agent Jareau, this is Dr Reid and our intern James.” 

“They’re with the FBI.”

“FBI? It’s true, then? Adam’s dead?”

“Cherish Hanson’s missing, too.” 

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Actually, yes,” the sheriff answers. “We’re putting together a search party. Could you call the congregation?” 

“Of course. I’ll go make some calls.”

“Thanks, Reverend. This way.” We follow sheriff Bridges into the station. “You can use any phone you want, Dr Reid, just dial 9 to get an outside line. I’ve got an emergency phone list back here in my office.” I see Spencer wander off to the corkboard, and so I redirect myself to follow. 

“Why is there a football?” I ask.

“Did you play ball?” A boy asks, coming up to us, donning a letterman jacket. 

“No,” Spencer scoffs.

“You hold that thing right, or I swear to God-” I reach for the football. 

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have either, if not for my father. I’m Cory.” 

“Spencer Reid. This is Jamie, he played.” 

“You’re talking about me like I’m dead. I would play, if it wasn’t for these crutches and my three month ban from sports. Who’s that, Nietzsche?” I ask. 

“Thus Spake Zarathustra is rather antagonistic of the Judeo-Christian world view for this town, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think too many people here would’ve bothered to read it. If they had, they wouldn’t understand it. Might as well be a Hawking essay on quark theory.”

“People don’t typically read Nietzsche.” I look to Spencer, who laughs to himself.

“Hey, nobody ever got that reference before. Is my father around? The sheriff?” 

“He’s in his office with another agent.”

Agent? Hey, uh, Jamie. Why don’t you sit down? You should give that leg a rest,” Cory says, pulling out the closest chair. 

“Leg? Am I…” I look down at my legs. “I’m limping again, aren’t I?” 

“I didn’t notice. We’re with the FBI, the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“Profilers?” We both nod. “This is mad cool. I got, like a hundred questions I go...wait. Why would FBI profilers be here in McAllister?” 

“There was a murder outside of town on the mountain,” Spencer explains. 

“A murder?”

“And a girl’s missing.” 

“It’s Cherish, son.”

“Cherish Hanson?” 

“We’re putting together a search party. I need you to get the rest of the team together and meet us out at the trail about half a mile south of the point.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“Spencer, can you get me my drink out of my bag, please? Thank you.” Spencer hands me a bottle of Mountain Dew, and I screw open the bottle and gulp it down. 

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“Man, this is one Peyton place of a town.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Most everyone lives well above the median income of the country. You have doctors, lawyers...one guy owns a bunch of shoe stores up and down the Eastern seaboard.”

“Is he married?”

“Yep. Story of my life, sunshine. Reverend Paul Burke, looks like he became born again in prison.”

“Love that. What was he in for?” I ask. 

“Yeah. Two years as a guest of the state of Ohio for embezzlement.” 

“JJ, what’s embezzlement?” I ask.

“It’s when people steal money from their jobs.” 

“I’m seeing a lot of tax sheltering and various hanky-panky here, but I’m not sure what would suggest potential Satanic cult members. Hold on.”

“You got something?”

“Yeah. I got a guy with a ton of debts, spotty work history, his house is in foreclosure. He’s got a record, too. Assault with a deadly weapon three years ago.” 

“Wait, does it say what the weapon was?” JJ asks.

“Baseball bat.”

“Our unsub used a blunt object.”

“Bats are blunt, aren’t they?” I ask. 

“What’s this guy’s name?”

“Dent. Henry Dent.”

“Apt name.”

“Jamie, where is he on the list?” 

I look over the list of names, quickly finding it. “Grid B-5. That puts him with...Elle. JJ? Should we let her know?”

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Spencer yawns. “Tired?” Aaron asks.

“I’m fine.”

“We all get them sometimes.”

“Get what?”

“Nightmares.”

Spencer looks straight at me. “I didn’t say anything,” I recount. 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“If you want to talk about it, you know where I am.” We watch Aaron walk away from us.

“Uh, they’re ready,” JJ says. 

“Okay.” I look to the crowd gathering near one end of the station. Wait, when did they start showing up? What? 

“When did they show up?”

“Why don’t you catch another nap, we have to deliver the profile.”

“Hell no, I’m not napping right now.” 

“Contrary to popular belief,” Aaron begins, “there has never been a proven case of Satanic ritual killing. Never a verified human sacrifice. Having said that, there have been isolated cases of animal sacrifice…and many, many cases of vandalism in the name of Satan.” 

“Now, that doesn’t mean that ritual satanism is impossible,” Derek adds. “More importantly, for our purposes, there have been cults that killed, just not in ritual fashion.”

“The Reverend Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple...his followers killed a US congressman and three people before committing mass suicide, leaving over nine hundred people dead.”

“This also happened with the Order of the Solar Temple and Heaven’s Gate, and perhaps the most notorious of the killer cults, the Manson family, they, uh, killed nine people in a four day period in an attempt to initiate a race war,” I cut in, getting up from my chair and onto my crutches.

“Killer cults do exist, and they all have one thing in common. Invariably, they’re headed by charismatic megalomaniacs.” 

“You’re looking for that leader. He’s who will stand out. He’ll be memorable to somebody, people who aren’t in his group will see him as strange, weird, scary.”

“Since we’re dealing with professed Satanists, which is often practiced by younger males, we may be looking for teenagers. Heavy metal music is often associated with satanism, and these kids and their leader may reflect that in their look.” 

“Most likely, there’ll be sex, drugs, and alcohol. Now, the leader, he’ll be older. It’s part of his charm.”

“And he is from this area. He’s definitely local. These woods are too thick and confusing for a visitor to get around in.”

“You think one of our own people is doing this?” An officer asks.

“I believe that anything is possible,” I simply answer. 

“I would know if someone was capable of doing -”

“Dad. I know somebody like that,” Cory says.

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 “His name’s Mike Zizzo. He graduated about five years ago. He’s in his twenties, but he still hangs out with high school kids. He’s got a group of them. They follow him everywhere. They all get high and listen to heavy metal. He calls them the Lords of Destruction.” 

“LOD,” Spencer and I say in unison before staring at each other. 

“How do you know this, Cory?” Silence. “It’s alright, son.” 

“I’ve been there, where they hang out drinking beers. He talks about Satan all the time. Says he’s the one true God.” 

“Where is this place?” Uncle Jason asks. 

“On the other side of the mountain. The old Jenson house.”

“It’s out of my jurisdiction.” 

“Not ours. We’re federal.” I look up to see Spencer, Jason, and Aaron get ready to leave.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” 

“It’s okay to let loose once in a while, Cory,” I say. 

“It’s alright, son,” the reverend says, and I walk myself out of the office and station, seeing the team load up into the SUVs. Uncle Jason stands outside of one, and I head over as fast as I can. 

“What’s going on?” I ask, turning to where Uncle Jason is looking, a girl stands on the other side of the road, staring at us. She watches the SUVs drive off, lights blaring, and I turn my attention back to find Uncle Jason crossing the road to get to her. God, what is with you people? Move slower, all of you! Fucking assholes. 

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I look around and inwardly groan at the fact that I had followed Jason into a church. Of all the fucking places? A church? He unwraps his scarf from around his neck and sits in the front pew, next to a silent girl. Ignore the pain, ignore the pain.

“Do you believe in God?” She asks, I stop next to the pew behind them, gulping and ignoring the sharp pains in my chest.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you believe in God?” She asks again.

“Yes.”

“How about the Devil?” I look away, taking in how red the interior of the church is. Why is it so red in here? “You’re one of the FBI agents, aren’t you?” 

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Do you think God is vengeful?”

“I don’t know.” 

“You don’t think he punishes us?” Well, I have a lot of reasons to be punished, if that was the case.

“After Hurricane Katrina, I read some essays by religious scholars. One writer said God was punishing America for its immorality. New Orleans was a wicked city, like Sodom and Gomorrah. Another one, a priest from New Orleans, he thought the hurricane was proof of God’s love.” Sure, show them you love them by killing them. Nothing like sending a fucking hurricane to prove your undying love. “Those levees didn’t break until after the storm was over. If they’d broken sooner, thousands would’ve died. So...I guess the answer to your question depends on whether or not you think you have something to be punished for.” Uncle Jason looks past her and right at me. I hate you so much. 

“My friend Cherish...she’s missing. And it’s my fault. The skeleton under the tree, he died a year ago. He fell off the trail, cracked his head open. He was just some tourist or something.”

“How do you know that?”

“We went to see the body all the time. We watched it decompose.” 

“Who did?”

“We did. Everybody, the whole group. At first, we were just curious, you know? We’d go, a couple of us at a time, show each other. None of us had ever seen a dead body before. And then it kind of became our thing.” Uncle Jason nods along. “Something we had that our parents didn’t know about. It was ours.” 

“This was a human being.”

“I told you that we’re being punished.” 

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“I’ve been with Brandi Dreifort. Do you know her?” 

“Yeah. She’s a friend of my son’s.” 

“She’s a friend of Cherish’s, too.” 

“And?”

“They all knew about that skeleton,” I cut in. 

“Who did?” Sheriff Bridges asks. 

“The kids. Football team, cheerleaders, everyone. They all watched him decompose...like a game…”

“What?” Elle aks. 

“Far as I can tell, the only kids in the area who didn’t know were Mike Zizzo and the LOD.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“Sounds impossible, it’s unbelievable, but she told Jason all about it. Guy was a...a hiker. He’s probably listed, missing person somewhere…” 

“How do you know the LOD wasn’t involved?”

“She said the pentagram and the candles, they weren’t there a few months ago.”

“Which means?”

“Someone’s framing the LOD. Somebody wanted us to believe there were Satanists here.” I answer. 

“Jamie, you should sit down. You’ve been up a while-”

“No, no, no, I got more. Unsubs like to...insert themselves into investigations. Who gave us the LOD? Who gave us Zizzo?”

“You’re talking about Cory?”

“Con...con...convin...convien…”

“It was convienent, wasn’t it? Lucky we had a kid right in the room who could tell us where the LOD was. A group of fringe kids nobody in the town would like.” 

“But-”

“You called us here to advise you. My advice would be to get in front of this before yourson hurts himself or anybody else. You know where he is, Sheriff?”

“He went up to the Jenson house to see if your guys found anything on Cherish.” 

“Morgan and Reid are out there right now.”

“Hey, Sheriff. DId you open the gun locker?” An officer asks. 

“No.”

“Someone did. There’s a revolver missing.”

“Cory,” I solemnly answer. 

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I stare at Spencer, who just zones off at the wall behind me. “Stop staring at me, Spencer,” I whine. “I can’t exactly go anywhere without the damn crutches.” 

“Reid,” Uncle Jason says, bringing the beanpole’s attention back to reality. “Deborah Louise Addison. Her husband Tim. The kids are Amber and Kieth. Eight and six. In 1985, Deborah Louise was walking home from school. She was abducted. She was thirteen. We profiled the unsub, and we were able to locate her before he harmed her. She writes a letter to the BAU every year. She updates us on her life.”

“It’s nice, but -”

“We all have bad dreams. Everyone on the plane. Even Jamie. Jamie, do you remember that one recurring dream where Hotch’s neighbour killed you and your dog?”

“No?” 

“Who wouldn’t have nightmares? We hunt the worst of humanity, we see the depths of depravity, we dream of monsters…”

“Inmy dream, there’s a baby in the middle fo a circle and there’s someone on the other side. And I can’t get to her before…”

“Every night I look at Deborah, helps me go to sleep thinking of the victims we’ve saved. We don’t always beat the monsters to the babies, but we do enough to make the job worth it, keep the nightmares bearable. Jamie, you should catch some sleep before we land. I’ll take you straight home to your dad.” I nod and lay my head down in his lap, staring at blurry pictures of my friends from the last play we were in.

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“Your show sounds lovely. I’m sure if you tell Jordan how much you want to be in the show, then he’ll find a way for you to be in it,” Jason advises as he pulls into my dad’s mansion driveway, driving me up to the front door. 

“Jason? What if nothing ever goes back to the way it was?” I ask. “What if I’m stuck on these stupid crutches forever? I’d have to rethink everything-”

“We’ll take it a day at a time, remember?” He cuts me off immediately. “I’ve known you all your life. You have tendencies to over worry about things. It’s going to work out okay.” 

“Will it? I can’t go back into school until next semester, I lost my hair again, I lost all of my activities. I can’t even watch music videos without getting a massive headache. All I want to do is everything I’m not allowed to do! It’s so fuck-”

“Don’t. Your fracture is still healing.” 

“I can’t even get my anger out, cause I’m not allowed to box or wrestle! Fuck this!” 

“Jamie, Jamie. I need you to look at me right now.” Jason rotates my head towards him. “You’re allowed to be mad about this. You are a fighter. You overcame a cancer scare, numerous spinal injuries and concussions. Your conditions don’t hold you back. Just because you’re going through a set back doesn’t mean it’s time to give up. Come on, I’ll walk you in and put you to bed if you want.” Jason climbs out of the drivers’ seat and rounds the front to help me onto my feet and position my crutches so I can use them. “I think you worked yourself too hard, and you should rest some more.” I groan in pain, wincing at the throbbing in my head. 

“Headache?” I nod weakly. 

“Here, I can carry you in,” Uncle Jason offers, swinging an arm under my knees and sweeping me into his arms with a groan. “You’re getting too big for me to carry you.” 

“Mio bel ragazzo,” I hear Dad exclaim from up ahead. 

“Dad,” I quietly answer back with a smile. 

“He tired himself out. Headache right now, Spencer almost tripped him a few times.” I hear Dad groan as a door closes, and dogs start barking. “Oscar, Mudgie, down,” Dad commands. “Go put him in bed, I’ll get his medication ready.” I nuzzle my head into Jason’s warm chest and whine, scrunching my face as the throbbing gets worse. 

“I know, I know. You’ll be in bed soon.” It feels like a lifetime before I feel my mattress dipping under me, my soft covers enveloping me. “There. Your dad’s gonna be up soon.” I hear a dog whine as I bury my head into the bed. “Here you go, Oscar. Cuddle up nice and tight, will you? Here’s your blankie and your turtle.” I make my grabbie hands as the items are handed to me, Jason wraps me in my favourite bright green blanket and puts my turtle into my arms. I nestle my head into the crook of the turtle’s neck, squeezing it tightly against my chest. Rough fingers run gently through my hair as I feel a small dog walking up and starting to lick my neck. 

“Oscar…” I whine. Jason chuckles as my pup moves to lay on my stomach. 

“Goodnight, Jamie. Your dad’s here now.” 

“Daddy…” I mumble, pouting my chapped lip. 

“Here, it’s time for your meds,” Dad whispers, gently helping make sure I don’t choke on pills or water. “There you go. That’s my boy.” I smile, breathing deeply and gently opening my eyes as Dad plays with my hair. “You must have tired yourself out, huh?” 

“Daddy...stay…” I reach out, grabbing his rough yet gentle hand. 

“Of course. Anything for you, ragazzo.” My other hand rests on Oscar’s soft curly hair, my thumb gently cascading the soft, gentle skin. “Sssh, it’s okay. You can sleep now. I won’t go.” 

“Hol...hol...hol me…” I murmur. 

“You want me in bed with you?” 

I gently nod.

“Okay. I’ll be right back, I just have to get ready for bed. Don’t wait up for me, okay? Ti amo.”

[filmista]

Get Out (2017)

“If I could, I would have voted for Obama for a third term.”

Meeting the parents of your significant other for the first time is often enough of a nerve wracking experience in itself.

You know your partner likes you, but you want his or her family to like you as well. So you want to cause a good impression obviously.

And now while some of us might have unconventional interests and hobbies, that we’re worried they might find well, unconventional and not in an endearing way.

But sometimes matters become even more complicated: your partner may not be from the same country and same culture as you. Or in the case of Chris and Rose, they may not have the same skin color.

Chris and Rose are the deeply in love new couple, all is going well so now it’s time to meet the parents, it’s a logical next step in any romantic relationship that is blossoming in a good direction.

But as I mentioned in the case of Chris and Rose matters are more complex, you see she is white, he is black.

And the situation that is making Chris so nervous, is not entirely that he’s going to be meeting her parents for the first time, but that they don’t know he is black.

Chris and Rose are packing together, Rose asks Chris “babe have you got your toothbrush?” A normal question, on Chris’s part, eventually followed by do they already know I’m black?

And apparently, they don’t, because Rose has neglected to mention it because it’s not something she’s nervous about it.

She quickly reassures him her dear parents are not at all racist, no certainly not, since they would have voted for Obama a third time if they could, certainly that says it all…

No, the Armitages are absolutely not racist, absolutely not, you’re crazy…

They love other cultures, can't you just tell from the souvenirs that they’ve got all over their, what shall I call it “modern imperialist/plantation chic mansion?”

The fact that they’ve got black servants makes them uncomfortable as well, and well Obama is thrown into the conversation a few times again as well, so you see absolutely nothing wrong here.

The Armitages mean well, but still, this somewhat excessively friendly welcome makes Chris uncomfortable, and while you’re watching it you feel some sort of displaced embarrassment, these people are simply trying much too hard to be nice!

The Armitages are trying so hard to be lovely people, likable people and they’re trying so hard to treat Chris as one of their own, and are trying so hard to impress and to create the image that they’re not racist, that one thing in their approach is clearly failing:

They are in this approach already treating Chris as someone who is different, someone who requires special treatment.

You see I believe if you truly were not racist, you would treat the person in question truly like you would anyone else, without even having to give it any moment’s thought.

But it’s not this somewhat excessive friendliness, that seems well placed enough. No, it’s something more sinister entirely, it’s the black servants that seem to do their work with an unnatural cheer.

And then there’s, of course, the fact that the basement can’t be opened because of fungus. Basements that can’t be opened and entered are of course a horror staple, and the viewer immediately feels an unease. And from there on it turns into a nightmare for Chris, but I won’t give that away, you have to see the nightmare for yourself.

The first thing that’s unsettling is their house really, the fact that it looks like a modern kind of plantation and that they’ve got black servants, it reminds of what? Slavery you say, well you would be correct.

My first impression of the house was the only thing that’s missing here is cotton plants and that they’d serve sweet tea, which they later on do, they’re all happily sitting on a great porch, delicately sipping sweet tea, an unsettling image in itself…

But the Armitages still claim they’re not racist and that they love black people and all that, even that they hate racism, there’s an interesting allegory to Nazism in there as well.

And well they’re not exactly lying, the Armitages do love black people, but not exactly in a way that’s healthy.

Like I said it’s initially not all that obvious that something is wrong, these people are being friendly so what is the matter then?

Well, their friendliness hides an inherent racism. Using so called positive discrimination, which is what the Armitages do, is entirely wrong.

Under all those nice words and good intentions is still the core of the most rampant and gross discrimination, which is refusing to understand once and for fucking all!!, that all of us are equal, no matter what our race, gender, birthplace, social rank or religion.

It shouldn’t be anything that we’ve literally had no say over that’s going to define us, it should be our words, our acts, our deeds, that’s going to make us into good persons, jerks, criminals or straight up into a monster.

And what’s perhaps most painful about Get Out, because the film truly is like an open wound sometimes, and sometimes it really does like to throw salt onto the wound to make it hurt more.

Is that all of us have perhaps been guilty of this, I am reviewing this as a white female, I’ve got absolutely no idea what it is like to be black, I have no idea what it is like to be differentiated, to be judged based on my skin colour and I entirely admit that. I will never know what’s it like to pass certain people and be afraid of them, just because of my skin color.

I’ve never considered myself to be racist and I would find myself entirely disgusting if someone did think I was.

And that’s where Get Out does something incredibly brave, it dares to directly confront its audience, in a way that will at times make you incredibly uncomfortable or that might even make you feel ashamed if you’re watching it as someone that’s not black.

Because it makes you realize that it’s giving a mere hint of an idea what it is like to be in their place, and it’s also quite casually saying: hey maybe you’ve been racist a few times without realizing it.

And now that’s something that quite frankly isn’t all that uplifting, maybe it’s happened when you met a black person and you kept ushering that they needn’t be worried about you because you are not racist.

There are two genres that work particularly well for criticizing society and it’s comedy and horror. In his debut director and scenario writer, Jordan Peele combines the two.

It’s not easy to notice, rampant racism that he criticizes rather it’s an inherent racism that he criticizes, a kind of unintentional racism that might be somewhat present in those of us that really don't consider ourselves racist and that would feel shame to be labeled with that term.

He shows us what it is like to be black in a predominantly white society: the result is a trip that’s astonishing, sharp, funny and especially confronting.

The Armitages are to make his point and explore the film’s many layers about racism (although I’d have to say it’s primarily about inherent racism), dream characters:

They are not hate mongering, bible crazed, pitchfork swinging hillbillies, nor are they stereotypical rednecks. No, they’re about as liberal as you could be, the kind of people that claim believe in openness and tolerance.

And that’s what makes it especially frightening when we discover that their front of tolerance and white smiles, hide cores that are rotten. They might be anyone, minus some scarier stuff that I’m not gonna give away.

Get Out is truly genuinely frightening, funny and at times even painful to watch, it’s as I’ve mentioned confronting, it might at times make you feel bad, but luckily it’s not gonna be an altogether unpleasant experience because you’re rewarded to great laughs as well.

The figuratively and literally speaking black and white of this script, could, of course, apply to any country, but in this case, it applies especially, to American society, American society post-Obama that is.

Maybe I as a European focused more on something less profound than harsh digs about racism and discrimination in American society, maybe I especially sought out to be entertained. And let me tell you that entertainment is what you get in its purest form.

There are truly brilliant dialogues! And the characters feel well developed and alive, and all the actors do a tremendous job! Every single one, Daniel Kaluuya is the embodiment of fear and paranoia.  

And especially Allison Williams from Girls had me entirely fooled. Her Rose has to be one of the scariest villains I’ve personally encountered in a film.

And it’s because I’m usually quite good at identifying the villain, but she had me completely fooled, I might have missed any indication that her intentions towards Chris were not good. I was utterly shocked when I learned her true nature.

I mean just look at her (I know, difficult to ignore that utterly cute dog) she looks completely harmless:

(Pardon my french but I’ve got to vent a bit: Rose you fucking fake bitch! I thought you were a good person. I was expecting you were going to walk away without blood on your hands… )

Catherine Keener and her cup of tea are one of the scariest things I’ve seen in a while! This is probably a good time to mention all the symbolism in the film:

As I’ve always quite liked to do after watching a film, I like to dig deep into the internet and see other’s people vision on it, and you know learn some stuff I didn’t know beforehand, get smarter.

And so I learned that the cup of tea, that Keener’s character a psychiatrist uses to hypnotize patients, represents something far more sinister, than just a means of therapy.

Back in the heydays of slavery in America, there was a technique with which to call a slave: it was ticking with a spoon again a cup of tea if the slave heard or saw this gesture, they were expected to go up to their master or mistress.

Get Out is simply chock full of these kinds of symbolism and allegories, about racism and about slavery, for instance at one point there is a bingo game that’s actually an auction, a slave auction to be more precise.

Get Out as well as being about internalized racism, is about “modern slavery” as well. The Armitages love black people you see, but not entirely in a way that’s encouraged and healthy.

They look up to certain qualities of black people and they have an unnatural interest in these qualities, you see they view black not entirely as human, but rather as animals, that you’d observe with a genuine, scientific interest at a zoo.

For them black people serve a purpose, they are something they exploit for their own benefit, so when they admire qualities that black people are said to have traditionally, it’s not so much as that they truly genuinely admire these qualities.

It’s more about wanting these qualities for themselves, anyone that has seen the film, will see what sinister thing I’m referring to here.

And to benefit and exploit, they create a front of impeccable manners and flashy smiles, and good, liberal, tolerant morals.

What’s even scarier, is that it’s never clear whether the Armitages actually see themselves as bad, no, no, they might be so brainwashed by their own bullshit  that they seem to actually believe they are doing a good thing as they put it “we treat them like family.”

Now, of course, it’s not entirely without its flaws, but ultimately they are entirely forgivable.

Peele knows how to mix his themes with the plot until the very last scene - when you watch the film several times you will discover more and more. Also, it's a creepy mirror for white and black, that sets to thinking about relevant issues still present in society.

But it's also because Get Out is just a well-made film, conceived by someone who seems to know the laws of cinema to perfection. Peele, comedian, and actor, cleverly uses music, gets the best of his actors, times the jokes and scares perfectly and makes the most effective use of the camera.

Even if you struggle a bit with how the plot progresses towards the very end - and after all that inventiveness it's a bit of a disappointment a tiny disappointment, however - it still keeps going strong because it’s been almost flawlessly worked out in all of its aspects.

Last thing I will say: Believe the hype for once! Watch it! When you can and want of course :) It will be like nothing you’ve seen before, even if it may use some familiar horror elements, it’s also entirely original and unique in how it ultimately works them out. 

“You know what I say? I say one down, a couple hundred thousand to go. I don't mean to get on my high horse, but I'm telling you I do not like the deer, I'm sick of it, they're taking over, they're like rats, they're destroying the ecosystem. I see a dead deer on the side of the road and I think 'That's a start'.”