#just unclassy and rude

[normalgirlatron]

mr elton has a rotten soul i’m serious… everything about him is just so insincere and motivated and it’s honestly so awful to think back on scenes with him from before knowing how he truly acts when he’s no longer trying to impress a woman you know… ugh he irritates me so much him and mrs elton really do deserve one another they’ll bring the other great misery throughout their married lives 🙏

[mythographers]

They actually nuanced Aemond more than his book version who had little of that. I want to analyze the fight a bit and how the changes reflect the changes between book and show Aemond already.

In the books, Rhaenyra's boys and Alicent's boys hate each other and have never gotten along because of the enmity between their moms. It's on both sides. The kids start out friendly on the show.

Book Aemond is always the physical aggressor from the start.

Aemond sneaks down to get Vhagar and 3 year old Joffrey confronts 10 year old Aemond and tells him to stop. Aemond shoves him into a pile of dragon droppings and threatens him. He doesn't want everyone to hear because Alicent and Viserys wouldn't let him go near a dangerous mean dragon like Vhagar.

Yes, Viserys loves all his kids in the books, guys. He did love Alicent who was not an underage teen when he married her. Rhaenyra even says "for the sake of my father who loved you once" to Alicent while they were in the Civil War.

The fight happens the night of Laena's funeral just like the show. Rhaena and Baela were not part of the fight in the books. They added them because Joff was still a baby on the show. But doing that changes things too. It makes Aemond look unclassy and rude to girls who lost their mom. And the books never mention if the girls were affronted that someone claimed their mom's dragon. It's never mentioned because a dragon is not property and Daemon who's a good dad in the books would've taught both girls that. Daemon doesn't ignore his daughter for not having a dragon in the books and he actually adored Laena.

Adding Rhaena&Baela and cutting out Joff makes the fight go from 3 vs 1 in the books to 4 vs 1 on the show. It also cuts out a very young child and adds two older children against Aemond.

So, back to the fight. IIRC, Aemond shoves a 3 year old and threatens him to keep his mouth shut. He finds Vhagar and they have their flight. When Aemond comes back, Jace and Luke are there with Joff to confront Aemond. They all hate each other and Joff cried to his brothers.

Jace is 6, Luke is 5, Joff is 3. Aemond is 10. The boys come with wooden swords. There is no verbal back and forth. They attack Aemond. Aemond being older gains the upper hand by breaking Luke's nose and hitting Jace on the head with the wooden sword. When they back away, he mocks them as bastards. Jace gets it and goes to attack Aemond again with his fists but Aemond begins "pummeling him savagely" until Luke uses the dagger to slash Aemond's eye.

On the show, Aemond was being cruel verbally but he wasn't the first one to get physical. Him calling Jace Lord Strong has Jace draw his knife and try to slash at Aemond multiple times. That was not in self defense, sorry Jace. Your book version used his fists.

On the show, Jace disables Aemond by throwing sand in his eyes. Then, Luke grabs the fallen knife and slashes his eye.

I'm not blaming a child here for slashing the eye because kids of that age can't be logical. I'm looking at the difference in writing choices. In the books, Luke thinks Aemond is going to beat his brother to death and uses the dagger. On the show, Jace has already thrown sand in Aemond's eye and effectively disabled him when Luke slashes his eye. On the show, Jace pulls out a knife in response to name calling and goes to stab Aemond. Aemond avoids the multiple jabs from the knife not because Jace was holding back but because Criston had trained him.

I was very surprised watching that and going back to read F&B. Aemond was verbally nastier in the show but they also had Jace and Luke be less justified in their behavior on the show. Once you pull out a knife to stab someone in response to name calling, the justification stops.

In the books, the kids are forced to say sorry to each other by Viserys. Viserys makes Alicent and Rhaenyra kiss and make up. Rhaenyra and her kids are basically banished to Dragonstone as punishment. Alicent demands an eye even after the boys apologize to each other in the books. Rhaenyra then wants Aemond "sharply questioned" for the bastard rumor in retaliation. "Sharply questioned" is an euphemism for torture in all of ASOIAF. Both women come off as ridiculous.

Viserys doesn't attempt reconciliation and punishment on the show. In fact, there is no justice at all for Aemond. There is no attempt to even have the kids apologize to each other. The entire framing of the scene where Alicent is helplessly begging for recompense while Viserys does nothing is different than how the book scene goes down. (see the book scene below)

Even Aemond saying his line about gaining a dragon comes across as him trying to make things ok for his upset mother whereas it is a boast in the books.

This event changes Aemond in both versions but in the show it makes him someone who builds himself into being a monster after realizing there is no justice, no protection, no care Viserys will truly lend his family with Alicent if it buttresses against Rhaenyra's. My reading is validated by Aemond standing on alert when he thinks Jace will do something against Aegon. Whatever he thinks of Aegon, he must believe Jace can get away with anything. He watches Helaena dancing with Jace like a hawk. He is their protector, not their father.

When Viserys dies in the books, its after spending time with Helaena and her children like he did every night. That love and care for Alicent's kids is just not present on the show.

The book version of Aemond is said to be unforgiving and hard but there's no nuance as to why. He is loved by his father. His mother hasn't been treated like show Alicent has with the marital rape and being unloved while she's his dad's caretaker. Even while Book Viserys was weak, he banished Rhaenyra and her kids to Dragonstone after Aemond lost his eye. None of that applies for the show version of Aemond. It makes show Aemond one of the most interesting characters tbh. I did not like him in the books for context. Not because he was cruel but because they never nuanced him as to why he was cruel. They did more for him in 3 episodes than F&B did.

[songjoongkiss]

for the ship thing : chayenzo

what made you ship it? (well the poster gave it away... pretty much every kdrama poster does this tho sdklfjlwfkwefsfoiweur) I thought it was really cute how Chayoung followed Vincenzo to a cafe and made him pay for “the iced sewage” lol... like yes she found herself a man that pays for her drinks lol... growing up I was taught that as a lady, I should wait for a guy to approach me, and that it would be “unclassy” for me to make the first move toward a guy but Chayoung clearly showed that she was interested in him and he reciprocated

fave things about ship? they accept everything about each other... at first Chayoung was really against killing people so Vincenzo lied to her about never killing anyone cuz he was “just a lawyer in Italy” and then when she found out the brutal deeds he did and when he said that he was gonna break his promise about never killing anyone, she was still willing to work together with him to fight against Babel... if this was any other drama, we would have at least three episodes of Chayoung refusing to work with Vincenzo cuz oh no! he’s not an “innocent man/nice guy” (lol get that reference?)

unpopular opinion about ship? I don’t think I have an actual “unpopular” opinion about this ship... so I’ll just talk about the parallel that I haven’t seen anyone talk about yet... the reaction to the death of their parents... at the funeral of Fabio Cassano in Italy and... Vincenzo said to Paolo... “Fabio never respected your decisions/strategies cuz they were ineffective...” and Paolo’s response is “Vincenzo, my friend... my brother... don’t you think you should respect me?”  and then at Hong Yuchan’s grave, Vincenzo said something pretty rude to Chayoung as well that Chayoung responded “do you think you should say that to a person with grief?” and Vincenzo response is just “it’s something I’ve always wanted to say”... so yeah, in both situations he was pretty blunt... meanwhile, when Chayoung was with Vincenzo at his mother’s grave while he was crying about his regret of not spending more time with her, Chayoung comforted him by saying “at least she became very happy while she was with you”... if Chayoung was a petty person... she could’ve said something like “I told you so... you should’ve listened to me and spent more time with your mom” but no, Chayoung was mature, tactful, and very well spoken... so yeah, don’t really have an “unpopular” opinion... but this parallel is something I’ve never seen discussed before so that was my opinion about it... thanks for attending my tedtalk lol

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[the-ship-maker-2]

Rosewood Preparatory School Honor and Fight code.

These are the two codes that were established ever since Rosewood Asylum became Rosewood Preparatory School. The honor code is how they live in their society at Rosewood and the fight code is how they settle disputes there too.

HONOR CODE:

-No lying (when you make a deal, you keep your word)

-No cowardice (no bullies and no running away from a fight)

- If you're single, make your own group or find a group that is willing to take you in (Unless you're at the top of the social hierarchy, there's no way you can survive on your own)

-If you're in a group, you have to do absolutely anything to ensure the survival of your group (It will give you loyalty points and establish that if you got their back, they got yours and a chance to rise up in your established group)

- If you can help out the younger kids there too (sticking up for other people is greatly approved there if you're in the right position to do so. This will establish relationships to get them to do your bidding, such as retrieving information for you. Not only that, but your influence could help create better and stronger survivors of Rosewood)

-Respect territory and belongings (people at Rosewood don't generally attack unless they have a bone to pick with you or if you start shit first. This could be avoided by avoiding territories such as places where they normally hang out or their grade floors. As for belongings, leave them. Even if they're lying on the ground. It will avoid you being the suspect.)

- For teachers, GET GOOD GRADES AND BE AS POLITE AND RESPECTFUL AS YOU CAN. (Teacher's pets get away with a lot more shit and are privy to any gossip. After all, nobody ever suspects the quiet, good kid. Even if you don't get good grades, teachers look more upon you if you are polite and show respect. And this will help you not be recommended to be cut off for being the weakest link, usually by death from Horatio)

So basically, don't lie, don't steal, and don't be a coward. Protect and stick up for those you can, and when other adults are around, be on your best behavior.

FIGHT CODE:

- Fighting is the way of life at Rosewood. It's a way to settle disputes and a way to rise up in the social hierarchy.

- The person who challenges the other person to a fight gets to set the rules, what kind of fight, and the terms of the fight. Then the other person gets to set their terms and negotiate until they agree.

- DO NOT START FIGHTS INSIDE THE SCHOOL (it's mostly an unwritten rule, but it's considered rude, disrespectful, disgraceful, and unclassy to those just trying to get to class)

-Especially Libraries. Those are off-limits and sacred and neutral ground to the people of Rosewood. (Libraries are used as a place to negotiate truces and make alliances. If you fight in a library at Rosewood, you were treated just as bad as the liars and cowards)

-Always fight outside of the school. The general place to fight is the courtyard. (it's big and spacious, and people can gather around to watch without getting hurt)

- The whole point of a fight at Rosewood is to make them concede, walk away or knock them out, not kill them (The kids at Rosewood all know and grew up with each other. So they know each other's strengths and weaknesses. It's more or less a fair fight. And although shit happens, it's actually the rarest causes of death at Rosewood)

- NEVER FIGHT ANYONE YOUNGER THAN YOU. THAT'S CONSIDERED BEING A COWARD BECAUSE YOU'RE BEATING PEOPLE WHO ARE SMALLER THAN YOU. (You must fight others in your same grade bracket. Ex. 1-3, 4-5, 6-8, 9-12)

-You either win by knocking them out or making them walk away or making them say that they give up. (If you win, you get respect and honor points in your grade, and you can rise up in your rank in the caste that you're in, and the loser has to abide by your terms. If you lose, then you have to abide by the winner's terms)

-Must be a fair fight. Nobody likes a cheater (if you two agree that it's a fistfight, you can't bring any weapons to one-up your opponent. It's highly looked down on at Rosewood)

-although if they Break the terms of the fight then everything else is off the table. Fight dirty and fight cheap it has now become a fight for survival.

That's it for now. These are the social mechanisms that govern Rosewood's society. If you have any questions about the specifics, please feel free to ask me in my inbox!

[jafndaegur]

I’m Sorry, What Sort of Bar is This?

Jumin x MC

Inspired by this strand that @thatsmyjuman , @mrs-han , and @juminhandfs started up. I want you guys to know. You started this

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Easily slipping his entourage of bodyguards, and blatantly removing himself from the presence of wife applicant #47 and his father, Jumin now found himself in a corner street bar. Mind you, it did not occur often, but time to himself away from the opulence and gaudy lifestyle he tended to seek out every once and awhile.

Even he enjoyed some simplicity and peace and quiet—for as much as he teased Zen for such things. 

Or perhaps peace and quiet took a step too far. The bar was rowdy. People were crowded in the corners by flatscreens for what seemed to be some sort of sport while others huddled around pool tables, seemingly intent and focused on a pool game. Chatter raised high through the atmosphere, and people pressed far too close to each other for any sort of comfort. Jumin’s lips twisted and he loosened his tie, keeping his head down. Just one glass of water and back out into his normal world. He highly doubted such a...mediocre institution like this would serve good wine here.

He slid down at the front counter and the barkeep sidled down to him, flipping a couple of glasses onto the counter while he filled them partially with club soda.

“Sir?”

“Just water,” Jumin tried to act like a normal, middle class person; he wanted to not draw attention to himself, not after he had so neatly evaded his current problems.

“Anything to eat?” The man huffed, clearly hoping he wasn’t going to give out a free glass.

“No.” Rubbing his temple, Jumin felt his jaw twitch. “Thanks.”

Sighing and rolling his eyes, the keep slid a glass of water and moved on to other customers. Jumin suddenly felt the most childish urge to stick out his tongue. Rude. He was a patron—albeit not a paying one—but a patron nonetheless. Was a glass of water too much to ask for? 

Someone pulled into the barstool beside him, and for a moment, he felt the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. Tch. He took a good dreg of his cold, non-alcoholic drink—something he was particularly regretting now—and tried to ignore whoever it was. His brow furrowed. He didn’t offer them his attention, after earlier, the executive director was most definitely not in the mood to offer his time to someone who only wanted it because he was himself.

“Hey.”

His gaze flicked up automatically and he wanted to smack himself. Still he wasn’t entirely lost upon himself. Jumin crossed his arms over his chest, and neatly folded one leg over the other, a most definite signal to leave him alone. Instead, the person in front of him smiled coyly. A young woman wearing a heavy knitted sweater. She leaned forward on her seat, cheek cradled in her hand while she blinked owlishly in his direction. How unclassy, he thought, wondering whether she would ask for his time, his autograph or something else having to do with the C&R enterprise. Heck, if any of those options happened, he’d do the bartender a favor and order the most expensive item on their food menu—maybe a club sandwich—and shove it down this unruly woman’s throa—

“How you doin’?” The young woman winked at him.

“No you may not—” He started mechanically before double taking. And then triple taking. Quadruple even. “Sorry, but, what?”

She tilted her chin. “I said, how you doin’?” Her smile was almost roguish.

Jumin had the most insane desire to either slap her for her cocky tone or commend her for being...almost polite for asking how he felt. “I’m...I’ve been better.”

“Oh.” That caught her unawares and her eyes widened a bit. “I’m sorry. Everyone has their Mondays I guess, huh?”

He wanted to growl. So she knew who he was. “Nevermind that, what do you want?”

“Rude, how do you know I want something?” She snapped back, drumming her fingertips along her skin.

Jumin watched with a cocked brow. The tips of her fingers looked softly like velvet and just as warm— “Please. Everyone wants something from me.”

The young woman looked him up and down, her gaze heavy with appraisal. His knee twitched, and it was time for him to leave. Speculation of who he was weighed on his shoulders and he wondered what it would have been like if that weren’t the case.

“I bet,” she finally said, leaning forward, as she crossed her arms and rested her head on them. “It must be hard being so pretty.”

  Wha- 

“I...I beg your pardon?” Jumin sat back in his seat, staring at her dumbly. Thoughts of leaving were momentarily forgotten.

Her golden eyes narrowed and her smile twisted a bit. “Cat got your tongue, good lookin’?”

What on earth sort of bar did he step into with a person like this?

“Anyways, I own a thrift shop—”

Ah, there it was, asking for money.

“I’ll take all sorts of donations off people.” She looked up at him from her thick lashes and gave him a smug look. “Like your pants for example. I’d like to take those off you.”

Jumin opened his mouth. Shut it. Open it again for a scolding. Shut it again at in utter disbelief.

That smooth look she kept on her expression melted away quickly to something a bit more worried; she bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and she glanced everywhere except for his direction. Her fingers twisted into the sleeve of her sweater.

“Too much?” She whispered.

He scratched the back of his head. “Maybe the right amount of enough?”

“I don’t get out often,” she muttered. “My name’s MC, I’m socially awkward, I’m an international student at the university here, and I think you’re cute.”

Jumin snorted. “Apparently you hardly know me.”

“For now,” her golden gaze shifted back up to him and that confident look slowly seeped back into her countenance.

Humming, he tipped his chin down and rested it on his chest. Well this was interesting. He wondered how long he could run with something like this. “My name is Jumin. I’m not socially awkward, I’m not an international student, and I believe you are quite insane.”

“Well that’s a start!” Laughing, MC wiggled in her chair with a sudden lit-up expression. “Well, if you’re not too busy today, do you mind adding me to your to-do list?”

“If you’re going to talk to me, we have to end your ludicrous pick-up lines,” he chuckled, finally looking up again.

“I dunno,” she drawled with a mischievous smirk. “You looked like you were feeling down, I’d like feeling you up.”

He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the situation. Maybe it was because MC really didn’t know just who she was flirting with like this. In literally the most unrefined, most undignified way. But for some reason, Jumin laughed.

[little-lily-w]

lamb of god, nince inch nails

lamb of god - do you lose your temper easily? what are your pet hates?

Yes but you won't notice it. I'll just have a killer queen face and go to a happy place mentally to not be rude. Later on, I'll take my anger away in an unclassy way at home hitting the bag. It's actually very rear me to insult or yell at someone. I can't remember the last time I did so. Pet hates are rude people, dishonest people, people telling me what to do with my life.

nine inch nails - do you believe in second chances? do you find it easy to forgive?

Nope. Life didn't even give me one. I had to create one. So if someone wants a second chance with me, no matter what they do, they are in the wrong path. It's better for them to just move and look for a chance somewhere else.

In my deffense I forgave a lot when I was a kid, hoping things would change.

[huntertales]

Part Three: I Want A Happy Ending With You. (Trial and Error S08E14)

Episode Summary: After months of work, Kevin deciphers the demon tablet on how to close the gates of Hell. Sam, Dean and the reader learn in order to do so one must face three series of trails designed by God. The first one—kill a hound of Hell. Sam and Dean argue on who is to complete the trials. The reader wants in, too. Despite her vulnerable condition. When Sam learns about her desire, he gives her an ultimatum: stay out of the way. Or he’ll come clean to his brother about their shared secret. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader. Warning: Angst. (This took a bit of a dark turn…) Word Count: 7,245.

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If you had a choice between running for your life from a hell hound and spending the rest of the evening with the Cassity’s, you would choose the hell hound without a single second of doubt. Never in your life had you met such a toxic and dysfunctional family. And you thoughts the brothers were bad when they went it. All those arguments and disagreements over the years seemed like a walk in the park compared to what you heard the family try and tear one another town every chance they got. Noah and Cindy were the worst offenders. The more they drank, the less subtle they were about their hatred for one another.

You watched as their wine glasses never went half empty through the evening, making you wish you could have a bottle for yourself just to get through this night without snapping at someone. This was only the very beginning of the challenge you were about to face tonight. If you somehow could survive a night with the Beverly Hillbillies, maybe facing against a hell hound wasn't going to be so bad. Much as your patience was wearing thin from your unclassy guests, the rest of the evening continued on smoothly when it came to keeping up with your disguises.

Sam was a second pair of helping hands to Ellie, clearing dishes and pouring drinks for the family when it got too low for their standards. If you had to trade places with the younger Winchester, there was no doubt in your mind you would end up “accidentally” missing their wine glass when they asked for a refill. You tried to ask a question here and there to keep up the illusion that you were here for a supposed interview, but every time you tried to talk you were drowned out by Cindy’s obnoxious voice.  

Dinner time was decent enough for the most part, minus the lingering smell of cooking steaks on the grill from outside that Dean was preparing. You ate around the main course, choosing to nibble on the side dishes and pushing away the bloody piece of steak that you could only pretend to eat a piece of before spitting it out in your napkin. The baby refused to let you enjoy anything that was from a dead animal. Sometimes you wondered if this was really Dean’s child you were carrying.

Margot pecked at her food and moved around a few things with her fork while her oldest sister Alice was rather silent tonight, caught up with her own personal thoughts of the past twenty-four hours. And how much it wasn’t effecting her like how it should have been. Almost all of the conversation was coming from Cindy and her father, which only consisted of even more petty jabs that made you want to roll your eyes in annoyance. Every once in a while Noah would look in your direction and give you a smile that was his attempt at flirting.

Sam had the patience of a saint and had one of the strongest poker faces you’ve ever seen from having to wait on everyone hand and foot, yourself included. He made sure to clear dishes when he noticed they were done and made an extra effort that no one’s wine glass was the slightest bit empty. Sam topped off Cindy’s glass for the third time in the past half an hour until it was full as the rest of everyone else. However she didn’t think it was enough, waving her index finger at him to keep it coming. He poured out a little more...only to find out the bottle was empty.

Cindy scoffed to herself at the terrible service and waved Sam off like he was suddenly bothering her. You felt yourself becoming irked at how she was treating the younger man with no respect whatsoever, causing you to stare at her with a dirty glare at how trashy she was being. It seemed your lingering stare didn’t go unnoticed by her. When she looked in your direction, your attitude was hidden behind a smile, causing her to roll her eyes and attend back to the company of her wine glass.

"Al, I'm so sorry about Carl." Margot spoke up with an actual conversation topic that wasn’t an attempt at trying to tear one of their family members down. She gave her older sister a sympathetic half smile at the pain she thought the woman was going through. "I mean, he was the love of your life."

Alice furrowed her brow slightly at the mention of her husband of ten years. Someone she didn't remember loving much as people said she did, who she should have been in mourning. But for some reason she couldn't quite get herself to do. No matter how hard she tried. “Right.”

“Please,” Their father threw his cloth napkin to the table at the mention of Carl. It seemed Noah, the man who was on his fifth wife, that was old enough to be his granddaughter, had something to say about Alice's choice in partners that he always disapproved of. “She can do better.”

“Maybe Alice should marry a child—take after her father.” Cindy suggested a brilliant idea that she knew her father would surely agree to. She was leaning back in her seat with an arm resting on the back of the chair, her other hand holding her wine glass that was ready to be downed in the matter of only a few sips. Noah rolled his eyes at his daughter’s rude remarks against his blushing bride, defending his wife saying that she wasn't a child. Cindy begged to differ. "Right. She's a prostitute who looks like a child.”

“Are you done?” Margot asked in a sharp tone of voice. She was steadily growing annoyed with her family's explicit and rude behavior that wasn’t fit for the reason why they were all gathered here today. “Alice is in mourning. And we have guests.”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't see you there—you're too far up on your high horse." Cindy said. Margot adjusted herself in her seat, trying not to become visibly upset at her sister's behavior, Cindy giggled at how easy the kid could be effected. You handed off your half eaten dinner to Ellie and got ready to thank her, but you found your attention lingering over to Cindy at what she mentioned next. "Oh, yes, but you are right—we should all take a minute to say a few words about Carl. For that fancy little article you're doing. You first, Margie. Was he a good lay?"

Every family had their dirty laundry that was eventually going to come out in the open. You had to sit back and watch this trainwreck unfold right in front of your eyes. Alice sounded surprised at what she was hearing, Margot suddenly appeared like a deer in headlights. Cindy couldn’t tell the story fast enough. “Oh, you didn’t know? Yeah, Daddy caught ‘em going at in the barn.”

Alice looked over at her younger sister that sat across from her at the table. A look of pain and disbelief crossed her expression at what she was hearing. "Al, it was before you two got together.” Margot tried to explain herself, growing guilty at the truth she never wanted to come out. Especially at a time like this. “I mean, Carl—he loved you.”

"Yeah, that was back when Margie was fat and Cin was sober," Noah seemed to have all the money in the world, but not enough to buy him some class. And any sort of respect his children enough to talk about them in a decent light. "A long time ago."

"Get cancer and die, old man." Cindy told the old man, titling her drink at him.

"You first, sweetie." Noah replied back.

Sam walked past you with each hand full of dinner plates with food nobody had touched much of, too busy drinking and tearing one another down to enjoy the food Dean made. You reached out a hand and grabbed him by the wrist, making him stop and look down at you, wondering if something was wrong. There very much was. And there was only one solution to your problem to make it better. "I need a drink. Now."

"Well," Alice sat back in her seat and got herself more comfortable, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of her family under one roof. All though the conversation and atmosphere might have been unpleasant, the woman wanted to see the silver lining of the situation. "I can't remember the last time we all sat down and had a meal together."

“It was back at the old, crappy house,” Cindy remembered, a faint smile stretching across her lips at the more simpler time in her life. “when Daddy invited that traveling salesman to dinner.”

Margot smiled at the found memory from what felt like a lifetime ago. "Oh, him."

“He was so charming.” Alice mummered, her lips stretching to a smile of her own.

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “English.”

"What was his name—Kenny?" Noah asked, trying to remember the fellow. "Crow—"

“Crowl—”

The family worked together in trying to put a name to a face, muttering half attempts underneath their breath as they rattled their brains to remember. Sam popped open another bottle of wine and was heading over to fill up everyone’s glasses while you took a sip of your water. But it seemed that was a mistake from the name that you heard slip out from everyone's mouth at the same time when they got it correct after a few more tries. The name you grew to despise at the mere thought of. Someone who you had met years back on mere chance of the same reason after you attempted to sell your own soul to him; Crowley.

Once the king of the crossroads, now known as the king of Hell. You choked on your drink when you heard a series of Crowley's name spoken up while Sam stopped dead in his tracks. While you got a few stares at your unexpected outburst, you managed to compose yourself long enough to excuse yourself from the table and to the bathroom, knowing that wasn't anywhere near where you were headed. You and Sam snuck outside to the backyard where you met up with Dean to discuss what you learned about inside that was actually useful. And it seemed the older Winchester was surprised a you were from what the both of you discovered.

“Crowley?” Dean repeated the name.

“That’s what they said.” Sam said. No matter what you and the boys did, the demon always seemed to be tied into a mess of yours one way or another. “Apparently, he swung through town ten years ago, to the day.”

“So, what,” Dean asked, trying to somehow make sense of what happened to the family over a decade ago. “do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he’s collecting?”

"Or he just sent his dog—told it to go fetch.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking a wild guess at what the demon decided to do what he felt was fit. Crowley wasn’t the type of person who got his hands dirty when it came to deals he made before his big promotion. only when it benefited him. “He's the king of hell. Grabbing a few souls—that's got to be below his pay grade."

"I guess.” Dean said. “Any idea who signed the dotted line?"

“Not a single clue. The only thing I can get out of them is stories that prove of how terrible they are. If Cindy wasn’t the one who sold her soul, I’ll gladly kill her myself.” You said. Looking back at the house, you dreaded the thought of having to go back in there and play nice with the family that was driving you up the wall. “God, it’s brutal in there.”  

The sound of Dean’s phone going off made you shift focus for a moment when he pulled it out from his pocket and answered it after seeing it was the prophet himself calling with something important. “Hey, Kevin, what’s up?”

“Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think...kind of.” Kevin sounded rather positive and the slightest bit hesitant from what he was about to share with you and the boys, as if he wasn't sure it might be translated properly. Dean rolled his eyes, telling the kid not to over sell it. "Sorry. I found something on the tablet, about hell hounds. Uh, this mean anything to you—'the dire creatures may seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire'?"

“Like with holy oil?” Sam asked.

“It’s got to be.” Dean said. “We could use a window.”

"Or glasses." Kevin suggested an even better idea.

"I think we've still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk. All right, I'll take care of the x-ray specs.  You and Y/N stay here.” Dean said. “Do not let J.R. and the gang out of your sight, all right?"

"Right." Sam agreed. "Hey, Kevin, you did great, man. Get some sleep.”

You heard Kevin attempt to thank the younger man at the kind behavior from how much stress he was putting himself through, but he was cut off in mid-sentence when Dean ended the call. You gave the man a look, but there was no time to be wasted on a conversation when there was a hell coming to dinner. You and Sam headed back inside the house while Dean made his way to look around the property to see if he could find anything to prove what Kevin found. After making your way to the bathroom and coming out a few short seconds later, you made your way back to your seat, pretending like everything was normal.

Sam grabbed the open bottle of wine he set down on the counter just a few minutes ago and made his rounds across the table. You noticed that there was a few people missing, Alice and Cindy remained where they were after you left. You didn't think much of Noah and Margot's absence, presuming the youngest wandered away from the table to be by herself and her father was doing something that you really didn't want to know. But it seemed the two of them wanted to go for a father-daughter night stroll, armed.

“Oh, look. Daddy’s drunk and armed.” Cindy said. You furrowed your brow slightly from what she was talking about, knowing her father was nowhere to be seen in the house. When you followed your gaze to the window that overlooked the front yard, you felt a curse word slip out from your mouth at what you were seeing. Cindy thought it was hilarious. "It must be Christmas."

You didn't even bother trying to make up an excuse when you jumped out of your chair and made your way outside, ignoring the fact that it was late in February and it was freezing outside. Sam followed right behind on your heels, not wanting you anywhere near a drunk man with a shotgun. A hell hound might not kill you tonight, but a hick looking for something to shoot might do the trick. Sam's legs might have been longer than yours, but you beat him by just a few seconds, calling out for the attention of Noah and Margot before they did something stupid out there that would only get them killed and scare off the hound you intended to kill.

"Hey!" You called out to the two Cassity's that were about to seal their fate to a demon they had no clue was about to screw them over, a plan that was ten years in the making. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Wherever I damn well please." Noah said. You had to maintain a brisk walk in order to keep up with them. Sam finally caught up with you to finally try and stop this mess from happening. “The  wolf that killed my son-in-law—he's a man-eater, got to be put down."

“Doing this for Carl.” Margot added to prove their point.

"Oky, just—just hold on a second." Sam said, trying to do anything that he could to get them to at least slow down before they went into the woods with nothing more than a couple of shotguns and a pistol that was only going to piss off the beast they were going to go up against. Noah shook his head, wanting to do this right now. All though he knew this was going to be a bad idea, Sam stooped to their low, offering an extra set of hands. "I'll come with you."

That was enough for everyone to stop in their tracks, yourself included. You knew it would be suicide if he went out there with a blind eye, no chance of going up against the hound without at least testing Kevin's theory. But if he let Noah and Margot slip away and get ripped to pieces, the hound might take what its owner wanted and retreat back to hell. It was a lose/lose situation no matter how you looked at it. And much as you would let them walk off to their own fate any other day of the week, they got lucky, because tonight you needed to kill that hell hound.

"You know anything about hunting, boy?" Noah asked.

“A little bit, yeah.” Sam admitted.

Noah stared at the man for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was thinking about what his answer was going to be. Sam was a tall and well built man, someone who didn't seem like the type who would be scared off easily. He looked over at his youngest daughter and nodded his head, making her hand over the shotgun to Sam, leaving her with a lousy pistol that you knew wasn’t going to save her life if they found the thing they were looking for.

When you saw Noah and Margot start to make their way into the woods and Sam following behind, something in you suddenly froze over with fear. You quickly reached out and grabbed the younger Winchester by his arm, making him stay behind for just a few seconds longer.

"Wait. Maybe this isn't a good idea." You whispered. You felt your eyes lingering on the shadowy figures of the Cassitys that were getting closer and closer to the woods. Part of you wanted to get the hell out of here and let them suffer their own fate. And another wanted you to get Sam out of danger, in fear he was going to get himself killed. "Maybe I should go get—"

“What you need to do is go back to the house.” Sam cut you off, not wanting to hear any sort of idea your brain was scheming up. He was at his breaking point with you and the crap you've been pulling over the past day and a half since arriving here, poking your nose in things where it didn't belong. You opened your mouth to try and finish what you were going to say, didn’t even let you get out a breath. "No, Y/N. You've already caused enough trouble. Get back to the house. Keep an eye on Alice and Cindy. If Dean wants to know where I am, tell him I'm looking out for the rest of them. Got it?"

It was now or never to do the right thing that Sam had been trying to drill into your brain, not only for the sake of yourself, but for the trials. You knew he was only trying to help and protect you. When you nodded your head and began backing away slowly, giving him a sense of relief at how you were finally coming to your senses, all of it was for you to buy some time. There was no way you were letting him slip out into those woods and put himself in danger like that.

Kevin mentioned something about how the damned could see hell hounds—demons, mostly. Maybe God didn't have enough room to mention that people made out of deals and once was one of those black eyed monsters, who was created by Lucifer himself, could also still see those beasts. When you were a half-demon, you could see the hounds for what they were.. All though you were human like the rest of these people on the farm, it was worth a shot to see if you still had a little bit left in you. The Devil was in the details. But if you were wrong about this…

No. This wasn't the time for you to become distracted by the worst case scenarios that might end in death. The possibilities of things going sour because you stuck your neck out and tried to save the day. Because that wasn’t going to happen. You made your way back to the house, but you made a beeline for your car, knowing you brought your own kind of backup for tonight. You went to the trunk and pulled out a shotgun of your own, instead it being filled with bullets, you chose rock salt instead. It might not wound a hound, but it’d hurt like a bitch that it was.

You made your way to the woods where you knew the rest of the family was and the hound would surely be on the prowl, stalking its victims, waiting for the right time to make its move. You were going to take the shortcut through the barn to sneak your way without Sam seeing you. Right as you were about to sneak your way through, you found yourself stumbling upon a sight that made you stop dead in your tracks, and feeling a hot rage you’ve never quite had before.

You saw Dean talking to who could only be Ellie by the sound of her echoing voice, and from how the conversation was going, it seemed she was trying to seduce your boyfriend into her bed for the night. You felt your grip around the shotgun tighten at how blunt she was being with him. Your mind momentary was struck with the thought that you had a clear shot to her back if you really wanted to take it. All though rock salt might not kill her, you knew it'd knock the wind out of her. And get the three of you thrown out of here so fast it’d make your head spin.

You wouldn't call yourself a jealous person. There were plenty of times women shamelessly try to flirt and bat their eyes at Dean, you couldn't blame them for at least trying to get his attention. The man had a charming personality with rugged and handsome looks to match. There was just something about him that others wanted to know more about. It was part of the reason why you were so attracted to him for so many years before you and him got together. All though you knew him for long as you could remember, there was still so much more that he wouldn't share. But you knew enough that he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your relationship for a quick hookup with a young, pretty face.

All though Dean always had a soft spot for frisky women who liked to play the field much as he did, and while he couldn’t deny Ellie was attractive, she wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t you. It never crossed his mind that he wanted this. His brain kept telling him to run, to get out of here before she could kiss him like she was trying to. Maybe if things were different, if they met when he was younger, he’d take the chance to show her a good time. But he couldn’t do that. He slowly pushed the woman away, nervously chuckling to himself at how awkward this was going to end.

"Look, Ellie...much as I admire your confidence, I can't do this." Dean told the woman. "I've got a girl back home."

“I thought you were a drifter.” Ellie said. “Somebody who doesn’t like strings attached.”

“If you asked me last year, I'd definitely say yes. I mean, I was the person who didn’t like to be in the same place for a long time. But...I realized that settling down isn't so bad. I like being with the same person. She knows who I am. Bad crap and all. And she's still with me. I want to settle down with her. We just go this...amazing place. I'm only here because I want to give her the life she deserves." Dean found himself rambling on about something that Ellie had no clue what he was talking about. But he did. Dean took a small step back from the woman to try and put some distance between them. "I love her enough to know that even having this conversation with you makes me feel all sorts of wrong." "Forget about her. Who says she'll ever find out? This could be our little secret we take to the grave." Ellie tried a little more to persuade the man. Dean, once again, pushed her away when she attempted to lean forward into his personal space. "She means enough to you that you'd turn down a night with a stranger?" "Yes. Because I love her very, very much. She has been through enough crap with me over the past year alone to know that I can’t hurt her. Just..." Dean let out a sigh, throwing his hands up at a last ditch effort to get himself out of this situation before it could grow worse. "When you meet someone you fall in love with and a strange guy wants to have a quickie, you'll understand what I'm trying to say. You're still young, Ellie. You have your whole life ahead of you." 

The expression on Ellie's face faltered slightly at the last thing Dean mentioned. He watched her grow silent for a moment as she began taking a few steps back from him, suddenly wanting to get away from him. "This is a one night opportunity. Take it or leave it."

Dean watched as Ellie took a few more steps back before she turned around, heading back to her cabin to enjoy the rest of her lonely night. He found himself trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened. Ellie had made a few subtle remarks here and there that Dean thought was just shameless flirtation on her part, he didn't react much on it. But he found himself lingering on her bold behavior that for some reason that felt out of character for her. She love her job and the farm she worked on, sleeping with some drifter she knew nothing about didn't seem like a move she'd pull. Unless she was living like tonight was her last night on Earth. Sort of like how he remembered you acted just a mere hour before your demon deal was about to wrap up. You kissed him, because you thought you were going to die that night. And you intended to make sure your feelings for the man were known before you were torn apart by the hell hound looking for you.

You had every intention of going into those woods and finding the hell hound to try and pick a fight with it, but you found yourself realizing it wasn't going to be that easy. The sound of a piercing scream echoed through the night air, traveling from the dark woods that Sam was lurking around in with two of the Cassity's just a few minutes ago. From the sound of the high pitched scream, you knew it was only going to be one coming out of there. Margot was the first victim tonight of the hound, and if you weren’t fast enough, there was going to be more.

You and the boys headed back to the house after Sam dragged Noah back to safety and scared off the hell hound for a little while. The news of the youngest Cassity's death caused Alice and Cindy to become shocked, all though they weren't all that close, the death of a loved one always hurt. You didn't have much time for them to grieve about their little sister, because if you didn't put this place on lock down, anyone who sold their soul to their traveling salesman ten years ago was going to suffer the same fate as Margot. After being torn apart by a hell hound yourself, you knew it wasn’t a pleasant death you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

“What was that thing?” Noah demanded to know.

“It was a hell hound. See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you.” Dean explained to the man. Alice didn't seem to understand how she came in contact with a demon. Most people thought of the hell spawn as evil creatures with pointy horns and ugly faces. But they looked like regular people; smooth-talking, charming salesman looking for a few idiots to sign their soul over. "Crowley. Poncy guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up.”

“So, wait. The british guy was a demon, and how there’s a hell hound after us?” Noah tried wrapping his head around all the foolish talk he was hearing from three people that he had met only earlier today. You nodded your head, already growing impatiens from the lack of trust he was giving you. You knew damn well he saw his own daughter get her throat ripped out by an invisible force, but he was still choosing to believe you were the crazy one. "Are you insane?"

“They’re obviously insane.” Cindy said. You rolled your eyes in frustration at the mere sound of her voice, wanting nothing more than to tell her to shut up if she knew what was good for her. All night she had been driving you up the wall, and much as you wanted to see her get what was coming to her, you needed her as bait.

“Don’t play dumb.” Sam warned the younger woman.

“Yeah. I’m not playing dumb.” She said. “I didn’t sell my damn soul.”

"Well, I could've guessed that from the life you've lived over the past decade. All you turned out to be a one-hit wonder with a drinking problem. Or you're just too stupid to be specific about what you wanted." You snapped at her, getting her to shut up. "Somebody here did. And sooner that idiot owns up, the sooner the rest of you can go.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for someone to be a decent human being here and spare their family the danger that was about to unfold. But it seemed none of them had enough pride to swallow to confess the sins they made. Maybe Noah didn't want to admit he kissed a man to get his family's fortunes and save his children. Cindy had too much arrogance to admit she accidentally screwed up her wish for fortune and fame. Dean seemed to have gotten his answer, deciding to go with Plan B after everyone clammed up. "All right, seal 'em in."

"Look, I'm gonna spread goofer dust around the woods, the windows. That will keep the hell hound out...for a while." Sam told the family what he was going to do in order to keep them a chance to see tomorrow. All if it sounded like gibberish nonsense that didn't make sense.

“What is that—how long?” Noah questioned all of you.

“Long enough for me to stab it in its throat.” Dean explained to the man. Noah sighed and began shaking his head, mumbling underneath his breath that none of you could do this. Now wasn't the time to hear any sort of protest. Dean didn't hesitate a single second to pull out his loaded pistol and pointed it at the man to make him complacent. "Yes, I can. You want to know why? Because it's what I do. And, buddy, I'm the best. See, I gut old Yeller out there, and maybe—just maybe—you walk away. I don't—you're meat. So, sit down, shut up...and put these on."

The easy part of this was getting everyone to cooperate when you grabbed the first set of cuffs from Dean and secured everyone to a heavy piece of furniture so they wouldn't do anything stupid to themselves or others. Sam made sure to cover every doorway and window with goofer dust, keeping out the beast that was surely getting antsy. When you cuffed Alice to a table, she had been the most cooperative out of her family, but she still had her own fears about what was going on.

“I don’t understand…” She said. “Who are you people?”

"We're here to help." You reassured her.

"Like you helped Margie?" Noah's question made you chuckle slightly from how he was trying to pin his daughter's death on you, like it was your fault he dragged her out into those woods and make the beast who killed his son-in-law pissed off. She got what was coming to her.

"Listen up, when the hell hound gets close, you might start seeing things, hearing things. It's gonna feel like you took the brown acid, and it's trying to kill you.The handcuffs are so you won't hurt yourselves.” You explained to them, warning the poor schmuck whose life was about to get a lot worse in the matter of a short time. “As for someone who went down this path once before, it ain't gonna be pretty."

“And when one of you starts bugging out,” Dean added, “we’ll know who’s on tap to be puppy chow.”

Secrets like this always were brought out in the open, no matter how hard someone could try to bury them. You gave the family a warning glare to stop them from doing anything stupid. This was the moment of truth from what you've been waiting to accomplish for months now. You inhaled a deep breath when you began walking away, turning your back to the group as you subconsciously ran a hand over your stomach, suddenly coming to the realization what you had signed yourself up for. There was a hell hound circling around outside. Every time you had come in contact with one things never ended well. But you were determined to break that streak.

You headed over to Dean when you noticed he was finishing up another doorway to make sure all of you had at least a safe spot to protect yourself from the beast outside. “So…” You brought your voice only up to a whisper, glancing back at the group to make sure things were still going smoothly. “What’s our play?”

"Well, you and Sammy camp here, figure out who whored their soul. I'm gonna go scout the grounds—see if I can't gank Huckleberry hound before he makes his next move." Dean said. It seemed from the sounds of it that he was already a few steps ahead of you. You scoffed at what you were hearing, quickly following behind the man and stepping over the line of goofer dust.

Sam overheard the conversation you and his brother were having, it came as no surprise when he joined the both of you, voicing his opinion on the older man’s plan “Wait, you’re not going out there alone, Dean. I’m gonna come with you.” Sam said. Dean didn’t think so, he shot down the man’s idea. But that wasn’t going to stop his little brother. “Uh, they’re on lockdown, and you need backup. Y/N can keep an eye out on them.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

"No, I need the both of you to be safe, okay?" Dean said. "That's what I need."

“What? When am I—when are

ever safe?” You didn't know why you let those words slip out from your mouth, considering the state you were in, but it was the truth. Every single time you stepped out into the world there was a chance your life was going to be cut short. But here you were, after everything you went through, you were fine. And you were ready to stick your neck out just a little more to make sure things went the way you wanted. But it seemed that Dean didn't want to risk that chance on you or his little brother.

"This is different." Dean said. You raised your brow slightly, wondering what he could have possibly meant by that. "Because of the three trials crap—God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before—with Yellow Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin' Roman. We both know where this ends—one of us dies...or worse."

"So, what—you just up and decide it's gonna be you?" Sam asked his brother.

"I'm a grunt, Sam. You and Y/N aren't. You've always been the brains of this operation. And you always pulled our asses out of the fire. It's time to change that." Dean said. You felt your face scrunch up from the way that he was talking. No matter how many times you went through this, he only thought there was one ending to this situation. Sam tried his hardest to talk some sense into his brother, but the man didn't want to hear it. "You told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But let me tell you what I do know—it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me—that's all I have waiting for me."

You stared at him with disbelief at what you were hearing come out of his mouth. And it seemed that Dean didn’t want to say it himself from the guilty expression that crossed his face, but it was the truth that needed to be said. "I want the both of you to get out. I want you to have a life—become a Man of Letters, whatever. You, Sammy, with a wife and kids, and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra—that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get."

“What about me? Where do I fit into your ‘perfect ending’?” You questioned the man. You stared at him with a face full of pain and frustration from how he was acting. The selfish and blind man who only knew one way out of this situation. "Why does this always have to end up with one of us dying? Aren’t you sick and tired out of that outcome? And don't you dare tell me that's how it's gotta be. This is different than any other crap show we've went up against."

"You're right." Dean agreed with you on that point, but not in the way you were trying to make him understand. "There's a chance I can actually put a stop to all of this once and for all."

“You’re not a ‘grunt’, you’re not a person on a suicide mission because you have nothing left to live for. You are so much more than that. You are a hero. You are the man I love. And you know what the most important thing you’re going to be? A father.” You felt the words slip out of your mouth before you could stop them, the ones that you had spent weeks agonizing over. Trying to figure out how you were going to get him to tell him the news. The secret that Sam threatened to expose if you came here. But it seemed you did that yourself. And it felt...good.  

You slipped a hand into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out a glossy photograph that you had been carrying around with you the day since you got it a week or so back. You shoved it into Dean’s chest, making him grab onto it. “You said yourself that you wanted to give me the life I deserve. I want what you want for Sam. I want us to have a family...” You trailed off, watching as Dean forced himself to look at the picture you showed him. It was of his unborn child, the one that you were carrying at this very moment. “And we’re going to have one.”

Dean found himself staring at the ultrasound picture for longer than you anticipated. You bit the inside of your cheek and waited for any kind of word to slip out from his mouth, a light to go off his head. But all you could see was sadness creeping into his face, the unexpected twist in a story that wasn't going to be his wake up call. It was going to be the final push off the edge. You felt that familiar sense of dread, the heaviness in your chest creeping back. This was exactly what you feared, what your nightmares taunted you with when you couldn't sleep at night. You fought every instinct inside of you not to start crying.

"I'm gonna go do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone—end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If a landshark comes knocking, you call me." Dean told you and his brother exactly how it was going to be. "If you try to follow me, Y/N, I will not hesitate a second in cuffing you with the rest of them. And Sammy...keep your eyes on her like your life depends on it. And it does. I will put a damn bullet in your leg if you even take your eyes off of her for a second.”

You had thought of every worse case scenario that could happen when you told the news about him becoming a father. Most of them ended with him walking out on you sort of in the same way he did for Lisa. Because he was scared of making the same mistakes like he had with the Braden family. What you saw unfold was more heartbreaking than anything your mind could make up. In all those scenarios he tried to make an effort to make the pain hurt a little less. But he wasn't even trying. His brain wouldn’t even consider the possibility that doing the trials wasn't worth it. Because was trying to make you hate him.

"Dean Winchester, don’t you dare walk out that door. Don’t you dare do this to me…” You tried everything in your power to make him stay, but not even the tone of your voice could reach him. You watched as he began to make his way to the door. You could see the ultrasound picture still in his hand, nestle in there as some kind of reminder for what he had to do. You could try all you want to get his attention, but there was no point. He was a lost cause. You heard the door open, and then just a few seconds later, close shut.

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Pass the happy!🌻🌈When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. [💕-@bjnurse]

Thank you so much @bjnurse you are so sweet! (●´□`)♡

This ask is actually kind of hard to answer (；´∀｀) It’s difficult to choose or describe some things (Sorry if this turns out a bit long).

1- Drawing. It is my passion and I start feeling pretty down if I haven’t drawn for a while.

2- Spending time with this bitch @monster-hunter-girl. Spending the evening talking about fandoms, characters and playing video games is one of the things I’ll miss the most this year that we won’t be able to see each other daily.

3- Staying home alone specially if it’s raining outside or it’s getting dark.

4- Going to fancy cafes (always classy never unclassy). Ordering some ice coffee and maybe a slice of cake and watch people pass by is pretty relaxing to me. I sometimes take my sketchbook with me and take the chance to do some studies.

5- Characters that has no familiar bond between them taking care of each other. Also characters showing their raw emotions without thinking of what people may think. Sometimes it’s hard for me to show positive emotions towards other people, I can be rude or just cordially polite to people that I don’t like but it’s difficult for me to show how much I care or appreciate someone. Maybe that’s why I like JJBA and FFXV so much.

Ok this got more personal than what I would have liked to but it’s ok I guess (?). I didn’t put them in a special order this are just five things that make me happy. Sorry again for the long post ^^’

[fedorasaurus]

I usually post about Street Fighter Alpha 3, but today I was looking up some stuff from SFA2 and like... while Sodom does fight Rolento in his route, they don’t have any pre-fight dialogue like they do in SFA3. He does, however, have a conversation with Ken, who is a complete jerk for absolutely no reason and I’m flabbergasted at this rude boy!

Sodom is minding his own damn business and Ken shows up out of nowhere like “HEY SHOGUN I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WAS A COSTUME PARTY. :)))) ”

That said, should I draw Sodom in a pretty dress: yes or yes?

So yeah, after fighting Ken, he fights Rolento, but they don’t talk or anything. In fact, there aren’t any other dialogues until he fights Guy at the end.

Rolento DOES talk to Sodom in his own route though. I think this is what Rolento’s “I’ll forgive you for your rudeness in the past” line is referring to in SFA3. I mean... I still don’t entirely understand what Sodom did that was so “rude.” He just tells him that Mad Gear is becoming more powerful and that Rolento should re-join them, but then Rol is like

As a sidenote, this entire argument is taking place on Birdie’s stage, which is inside of a men’s restroom. It’s hilariously unclassy and I can’t help but imagine them bickering like this while using the urinals and then immediately start punching each other in front of the stalls and everyone. They’re such children. Everyone in this game is a dramatic child.

I almost forget why I ship them when they’re like this.

Oh yeah

Rol’s ending in SFA3:

(This isn’t the whole thing, just the dialogue bits that I’m thinking about)

He came back for you, my dude.

He’s so proud of you for having enough sense to destroy the mind-control device instead of stealing it for your own use.

HE WANTS TO BE WITH YOU, MY DUDE.

Aa--

my hand slipped

TA-DA, FANART

[sukhoi-solicits]

just let people enjoy things!

so long as they aren't hurting anyone or engaging in malicious or abusive behaviour, leave them to it! I will never understand anyone who can't stop raining all over someone else's good day just because they decide that whatever that person is enjoying isn't for them. it's rude, unclassy, and frankly just downright jerkwad behaviour. cut. it. out.

often, fandom is the only positive in a person's otherwise very dark world.

let them have it!

[shenzi-hemlock]

I saw the post you reblogged and was wondering why you aren’t a feminist? I have heard good arguments for and against feminism from other Christians and wanted to know what you believe about it as an idea and as a modern movement? Can there be good Christian feminism?

I’ll answer this in the order of the questions. I, personally, do not identify as a feminist because in America there are a lot of so-called “feminists” that have ruined what women suffered and struggled for in the 20th century. Most modern-day feminists (in America at least) are nothing more than men hating, fear mongers that will stop at nothing to push the narrative that “all womyn are victims”. 

And if you disagree with them on their points of hating men, being a victim, generally being vulgar and unclassy, and their many accounts of physically assaulting people on more than one occasion, they will turn on you. I have had people tell me that I am an idiot, dumb, have internalized misogyny, should be raped, and killed all because I said I disagree with their “movement” and decided to think for myself. I have seen other women harrassed like this because they have also decided that they do not want to be associated with this cult. However, the original movement of feminism is still a thing. Women all around the world that are being sold as child brides, sex slaves, raped, and murdered and are still in need of liberating. And this kind of feminism, a much more true and courageous feminism, is what my best friend is. She proudly claims herself as a feminist and sticks up for women when they may need an extra push and passionately speaks out against the harsh and brutal treatment of women around the world. Actual oppression is what she stands up against and actively fights. And I love her for it.

It doesn’t bother me that she calls herself a feminist because she is actually working towards a goal to end the oppression of women everywhere. Whereas the women here in the states (the feminists state-side are what I am familiar with) are just screaming because they want attention and will, apparently, do anything to get that attention. Yes, of course, there can be good Christian feminism! Do not let anyone, including me, fool you! The advocacy of equal treatment for women everywhere is not something that is bad as long as you do not harm other people on the way to get there. Behaving rudely, in a vulgar manner, and violently is never a good way to win people over to your side and then vehemently attacking the people who were either part of your movement and then left or those who choose not to join in the first place, is not a great way to convince people to your side.I have chosen to not identify as a feminist because, while I can still fight for equal rights for women, I can do so without the feminist banner overhead. My friend has chosen to don the banner and that is also ok. Whether you call yourself a feminist or not is totally fine. The only thing I have a problem with is willingly spreading miss information, hating entire groups of people, and viciously attacking people because of their differing views. Anyway, those are my two cents. If you, nonnie, or anyone else has any questions feel free to ask! ^-^

[thespinningworldaroundus]

High school will actually not end, in some ways. I’m going to be the bearer of bad news. Here’s what to do instead

High school can be a miserable time, mostly for one big reason.

It brings out the worst and the meannest in kids, more than an other time in their lives.

Now, you’ve probably been feed some version of this “you will succeed in life and the popular kids won’t. You have a better future than them. People will grow up and forget this dumb kid stuff anyway and appreciate you.”

I think it’s not only wishful thinking, but really avoiding a lot of real life.

I know because I’ve lived in that yearned for “real world”. The one where people work, and no longer do high school things. I’m 25 years old now. Things change, but people are people, so in some ways they won’t.

Now, I’ll teach you a few difficult truths:

1) Some of the popular kids will actually go on to have career success. In fact many will, using some of the attributes that got them seen in high school. Yes, some things don’t change.

Of course, plenty of unpopular kids will too. It goes both ways. Still, though, you’ll see the jerk who goes on to run a moderately or even very successful company. You’ll see the snide cheerleader who goes on to be a high-selling real estate agent using her smooth confidence and charisma (and yes, sadly, her looks). I’ve met these people personally. 

Is that what matters? Did they succeed?

No, they did not. Here’s why. They took the cheap, easy way in life. I almost laugh in a way even though I bless their hearts. They did not go on to be successful in the way that matters if they lost their integrity for their friends. 

You went on to be more successful but here’s what you should have seen all along: you were always more successful. 

Let me tell you, not all successful people have lost themselves at all and professional success is in itself always a good thing. For the ones who gained it by the wrong means, or lost themselves on the way though, remember the old saying:

What good will it do a person to gain everything and lose themselves?

2) Someone will always have something you don’t have, just like the popular kids did.

Let me tell you, there are a lot of people who have a lot more bubbly charm than I do. This hasn’t changed.

Some people might always be a bit awkward or not have the smoothness or charm of some others.

What do you think is important in people, though? What exactly should we love people for? What they are or who they are? This shows what’s important to you.

I get it though. Some traits are admirable. Like being a natural leader, which a lot of the popular kids did have. Then work on traits like that to be effective. Don’t try to gain them just to impress, though.

3) Some people will always judge you. 

Let me tell you, people will not be as overtly mean as they were in high school. Key word being “overt”. In high school it can be accepted to be overtly rude and outwardly say a lot of terrible things. After high school, people do grow up a little bit and realize that it’s pretty unclassy to be rude. People develop the distant politeness that grown-ups use.

Oh, but judge some always will. It’s a tempting thing for people to do because in an uncertain world, judging someone else will give you a sort of identity. It will give you a “well I’m not like them” feeling. It’s a boost people have went they don’t have enough love, or don’t think they do.

I’ve seen it. I was asked over and over again at time out of high school by alumni parents whether I knew their son or daughter with that certain look if I told them I didn’t. They wouldn’t say it out loud, but yes, a parent would literally judge a kid based on who their friends were. Or, I worked for a perstigious accounting firms and was asked upon meeting many strangers which partners I knew. Sure, sometimes people just like to share friends and expand circles but I couldn’t help but here a cliquey-ness to it.

Oh, and what’s more. Ever heard of the wealthier elites in the coasts of America judging the simple hillbillies out in the Midwest and South?

“I think the Heartland is a nice place to raise children. People are nice, but they’re dumb, overweight, and gullible. They wear tacky clothing and jewelry. They’re racist, unworldly, and dumb.”

I’ve seen this in the workplace too. You might find a workplace where people make snide comments about you, tell those “I mean it well but not really” jokes at your expense, or just subtly ignore you. 

Put your genuine self out there, even if that’s what you have to embrace. Whether you are ready to put your real self out there shows what’s important to you, and whether you love people for who they really are or for what someone else has to say about them.

4) Back to judging. If you are not a rule-breaker and have integrity, it might come to you even more.

Do you know why some kids are picked on in school more? They aren’t rule-breakers and are resented by their peers for this. They think it makes them a spoil sport. Really, on some level their peers know they should be following the rules too, and resent how someone else might remind them of it.

This happens in the real world. People can look up to rule-breakers. It’s easy and fun, so they will. Embrace it. It shows what you value.

Do you know who wasn’t really liked by everyone in his day? Martin Luther King Jr. It’s kind of a laugh now, as few don’t admire him now and I’m sure you were raised to respect him. It’s also a laugh because his reforms were pretty common sense and shouldn’t have been the subject of much controversy, yet as we all know they were.

Why wasn’t he really liked? He told people they were wrong. That’s why people don’t always love the saints and love the sinners instead. No one likes the person who inconveniently points out to them that they are wrong if it’s not what they want to hear.

It hurts their pride even if they may have needed a hurtful lesson.

On a final note, remember that life will always be hard. Embrace it because it’s a fact of life. It can’t be avoided.

[underteika]

oneeyedpsychic‌:

“Your own resident ass…?” Zalter could tell Anda meant it in an endearing way, but it just made her wonder about her alternate self. She sounded kind of mean… Was this really such a good idea?

Not that there was any time to reconsider as they finally pulled over and got out of the van. She may or may not have been strategically placed behind Anda to avoid the exasperated eye of the young woman in plaid who made her way over to them.

“Oh thank God, you’re okay.” The comment from Aunda did cause her to raise an eyebrow, but she shook her head. “I guess you could call it ‘cool’. I’d personally say weird as fuck, but I would expect that comment from my Anda too, so.”

And speaking of her Anda, as they moved out of the way to let the two young women finally meet… Neither seemed that impressed, frankly.

Zal saw a prissy, prim and proper version of herself, a version of she would occasionally don back home if the situation called for it. And she really hated that she knew that exact dress was in her closet right now.

Zalter saw an unclassy brute glaring back at her with a rather sour look. The assumption that her other self might be mean seemed to be proven, especially when she opened her mouth.

“You’re kidding, right? Anda, are you sure you got the right person?”

“I was about to ask the same thing myself! I just didn’t want to be unnecessarily rude.”

“Don’t you start that fake nice shit, Princess. I’ll barf all over your stupidly expensive shoes.”

“Jealousy is a disease, y'know. I hope you feel better soon,~” Zalter smiled, blowing the other girl a kiss with a wink.

“Okay, that is it.” Anda would probably want to grab Zal as she started advancing forward…

“Whoooooa there missy, let’s not murder your clone.”

And so Anda stepped in front of her, putting their hands on her shoulders. Similarly, Aunda pulled their friend back a bit.

“C’mon, let’s uh. Try to get along? Fighting’s not gonna help anything.” (”Even if that was rude as hell.”) “She can hear you!” “Well it was! She’s still my friend and all...”