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yievie · 5 years ago

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whew! what’s up everyone! my name is crissy and yes, i am the clown who sent my account ask on anonymous last night. luv that for me! I GOT A COOL FAMILY ICON IM CRYING!!! now this is yi eun hye, better known as evelyn yi or evie, paging dr. sexy md don’t call her that though, she’ll kill you omg the second eldest princess of the four neglected korean princess sisters aka the mom friend sister or the buzzkill responsible sister.

~`click anywhere here for a link to my app ~

under the cut i’m gonna throw some important personality and background stuff along with maybe? half-formed plot ideas? if not i’ll make a follow up post later, but pls like this plot if you wish to plot, i’ll try to come bother u. my ims are open hmu anytime (also bc im anxious af to b first message bc im BABY) and I ALSO have a discord located at quarantine queen#2918 where i’m usually v v v active. (lmk if u cant add me shoot me a message on here and ill fix it) ok imma shut up here is cranky daughter! ITS LONG SRRY

( pS: also if my blog is too hard to read just stick /mobile on the end of the url xx )

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the empress and emperor of korea had 5 kids, 4 daughters, 1 pampered son and evie was the second oldest daughter after dianna but like, she’s bossy and high strung and acts like the oldest anywayS so it doesn’t matter!

woo! however, korean tradition is rooted deeply in patriarchy and other backwards thinking, >:(((( so evie’s parents basically pretended like their son was the only kid they had and sent evie and her 3 sisters off to swedish boarding school to ROT as they each turned 10 and forgot abt them while they groomed their son for the throne! thx mom n dad! luv u too! sdjlaksjd

during her time at boarding school evie was expected to not learn much of anything, not do anything spectacular, she wasn’t expected very good grades or to be smart or successful or anything bc that was Men’s Work and so evie did . . . THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

evie EXCELLED in school, straight a’s, top of her class, honors, ap valedictorian, which meant all nighters, nose bleeds at 2am from studying too hard, looking dead walking through the hallways, eating ramen 25/8, falling asleep w her face in her textbooks, getting bullied a lot for being a nerd and Not looking like her sisters and like...the creature from the black lagoon.

her parents, understandably, were not very happy with this but it wasn’t until she wanted to go to medical school that her parents were like FURIOUS. to them, women, esp the princesses, were only supposed to get married, have kids, THAT WAS IT. so evie wanting to be a doctor enraged them. STAY MAD!

they tried to have her engaged SO. MANY. TIMES. but she has a really repellent personality, she’s very kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you. and is rude and states her very liberal very socialist opinions often, dresses sloppy and hurts mens feelings a lot just for fun so they all went rUNNING from those match appointments! her parents literally are losing their minds they don’t know what to do w her theyre like god why did we give birth to the aNTICHRIST!?!?!?

not wanting anything to do with her parents, evie got into college and medical student on scholarship based on her own merit and skill. evie went to the seoul national university for 4 years then did a 2 year residency at the country’s top hospital, becoming one of the best on call heart surgeons there.

the korean media likes to clown on her A LOT! bc shes scary and angry and cares very little abt her appreance is A DOCTOR and not a princess really for the opposite reason they clown on dianna but evie does not really care she doesn’t care abt impressing people, just saving lives and proving people wrong. finger guns

but yes! thats what u missed on glee. evie was a heart surgeon in korea before being shipped off to thailand! shes v salty by the way ... even more than usual.

fun facts?

evie wears massive grandma glasses to see bc shes BLIND when shes in line with her sister people do not think she’s related and are like “OMG OMG THE PRINCESSES!!! BUY WHATEVER U WANT ON THE HOUSE I--oh? maam? uh? can we help u, ahjumma?” HELP

very dry, mean, will call you out on ur shit and hurt ur feelings probably. doesn’t really know how to Chill or have fun, stays out of drama and parties for the most part literally that old man that tells u to get off their lawn

LOVES HER SISTERS!!!! LOVES THEM!!! moms them and nags the FUCK out of them tho abt everything. wear a sweater its cold, drink water, dONT DO THAT GET DOWN FROM THERE, i told u to eat before u drank all that soju pabo!!!! skhaslkfh BUT SHE LOVES THEM VERY MUCH HER WOOOORLD the only people shes kind of nice to

as stated, has tried to been matched up before but has basically scared away all her matches by being A Lot and not polite or dainty and burping probably

her mom calls her all the time to talk abt how shes having a heart attack bc her second daughter is an unmarried, childless, spinster with a cat who is embarrassing her by being a doctor and being loud and obnoxious and outspoken against the royal heirarchy and right wing politics. evie just puts her on mute and lets her keeping yelling at no one for the next hour

loves beer, loves fried chicken, very unladylike, wears oversized sweaters and her hair messy and watches love island australia and the bachelor just to make fun of the people being in love and stupid i think secretly she kind of wants it but...thinks shes unlovable and will die before she says that shh

bisexual legend! cue mr and mrs yi screaming somewhere

not that it matters bc she cares little abt romance and sex and always put work and school before everything so everything touchy like that she either ends abruptly or stays the hell away from

never parties or goes out but when she does get really drunk gets very cute and touchy and happy there is one video on the internet of her like on a table ashdkh yikes

is soft deep down just like *shrek voice* donkey, orges are like onions they have layers and u gotta get past a lot of them for her to get past her level 4 tragic backstory and into the soft, vulnerable part of her personality its nice i promise she is SQUISHY

weird plots???

best friend? im sure she has one somewhere. or friends at all? people who arent scared of her who shes nice to....mostly

enemies woo! hate her its very easy to hate her so do it

u want to do a daredevil thing like when matt shows up bleeding and dying or after a fight or something and she patches u up

just anyone need a doctor bc paging dr sexy md~

past loves? boyfriend? girlfriend? weird flings? weird tension unresolved stuff WOOO

ANYONE who broke her heart for the angst and drama

hit on her itll b funny

anyone who she was previously matched w who she scared off

someone shes currently trying to be matched or betrothed to GOOD LUCK

someone she has a crush on YIKES or vice versa

any of the college kids need a tutor?

roommates?

ANYTHING PLS HMU <333

#;;ooc ( out of crissy ).#hello this is angry daughter shes scary but we stan #sorry this was so long pls hmu #ALSO LOOK AT MY COOL ICON!!

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markantonys · 5 years ago

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What are some headcanons you wish someone would write into a fic were Francesco is actually living a happy life?

are you hinting that you might write a fic where francesco is living a happy life?? 👀👀 haha well let’s see my headcanons would vary depending on the exact au situation we’re talking about here (modern au or canon divergent au? who are we shipping him with?) but for simplicity i’m going to say headcanons assuming that everything is exactly the same as in the show up until partway through episode 5 at which point jacopo suddenly drops dead and then all is well for everyone else forever (though most of these headcanons could apply in any au really)

francesco is the favorite uncle of bianca’s and lorenzo’s kids. giuliano thinks this is extremely unfair because a) francesco isn’t even lorenzo’s kids’ uncle, technically, and b) giuliano is the Fun Uncle of the family and he will NOT let francesco take that position from him, thank you very much

but it turns out that the downside of being the Fun Uncle is that when you agree to participate in childish shenanigans it’s old hat because you always do, but on the rare occasions when your uptight brother-in-law deigns to participate the kids just Die of excitement

now i’m thinking about crotchety old man francesco doing the renaissance equivalent of yelling at florentine youths to get off his lawn, grumbling about medici trickery, and bickering with crotchety old man giuliano while all bianca’s and lorenzo’s grandkids are like okay uncle francesco i think you should go take a nap you’re getting cranky (giuliano hollering HE’S ALWAYS LIKE THAT in the background)

anyway

francesco and piero have a special bond since francesco is his godfather

lorenzo and clarice are the godparents of francesco and novella’s first child

francesco is THE best dad, just showering his kids with all the love and affection he didn’t have after his parents’ deaths. for the most part it’s a quiet, reserved sort of affection, but there’s never a moment where his kids don’t feel it

francesco, novella, lorenzo, and clarice are the ultimate bff squad of florence and get together all the time to drink wine and gossip and have foursomes

after jacopo’s aforementioned sudden dropping dead, francesco takes over the pazzi bank and enters into a permanent alliance/partnership type situation with the medici bank

to the point where he’s basically running the medici bank too, i remember reading somewhere that the real lorenzo de’ medici actually left the majority of banking matters to his bank managers and focused more on being a patron of the arts and such. so i imagine that kind of dynamic here where lorenzo’s throwing money at up-and-coming artists left and right while francesco sighs exasperatedly and tries to reign his spending in a little bit, to no avail

those are some of my personal headcanons of francesco’s canon universe happily ever after! feel free to use as few or as many as you want in the hypothetical fic you may or may not be writing ;)

#francesco pazzi #medici #answered #Anonymous

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kimyoonmiauthor · 4 years ago

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I love old cranky white Grandpa Publishing, but he needs to change.

This is an analogy I used to use a lot on the Nanowrimo forums when I was on the Nanowrimo forums. I liked to personify both Publishing and the Movie Industry together as grumpy old white men with houses, I suppose in urban centers. I was actually surprised when I saw Up, because I was like, that’s how I imagined Grandpa Publishing.

I’m fond of extended analogies, especially when talking about social justice or concepts that seem too academic to understand. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an actress. My mom tried her best to dissuade me. Said I’d have to endure racism. Due to things out of my control, I ended up switching to writing. I still suppose if I grew up in Korea, I’d have been an actress. The adoptee part of me, sometimes fantasizes about meeting her--the other me.

I escaped acting to escape being hurt by the industry I loved. But finding no escape, I wandered around, trying to find an industry that couldn’t be racist. But there is no such thing. There is no place on Earth I wouldn’t be discriminated against. I realized I had to fight. But I was tired of fighting and had no tools to do so. Growing up transracially adopted, doesn’t exactly give you tools to deal with racism. Though, I’ve learned there are no good defenses against systemic oppression, whiteness definitely is the opposite of help. I had to learn.

I chose one of my first loves: Stories. And so went the writing industry. I’ve always been a self-determined type. Wanting to learn everything at my pace. I drive people around me crazy with this. “You need foundational skills first.” But then I’d always want to learn in a different way and in a self-directed way. I’d whine to my Dad constantly about the way I wanted to learn. (Maybe a self-entitled brat.)

Settling on stories on the delusion I could make it without being judged on who I was I set out on that quest.

I absorbed as many worldwide stories as I could, classics I liked and hated. stories in all types of media. I asked to connect to French TV which was blurry at the time. I wanted Latinx stories too, and attempted to ask for that in my schooling. In my quest, I decided to learn as much as I could with anything I could about writing. And so, after about 7 years of knowing I was writing crap--I hated the first story I sent out, but it was for a school assignment and I didn’t get to choose, I kept trying. I wrote a story that was well-liked. I edited it a bunch more times. I had it go through several critiques. I sent it out and got a rejection.

The rejection that sticks out the most to me, is one where it reads, “Maybe because I’m not a woman. :)” A few years later, the concept was made into a TV episode written and staring a white man as the protagonist. I know the two aren’t connected, but I still felt burnt. Why was mine which centered around a woman, less worthy than a man doing it, and a white man at that? The story was 90% concept. I’d had it checked by several people. I’d combed it for mistakes. I felt like it was my fault. Maybe I didn’t edit it enough. Maybe I missed some mistakes.

This was my first taste of Grandpa Publishing. I came to know him as grumpy as Grandpa Hollywood--the grandpa everyone assumed was gay and Jewish, even if the things he likes aren’t anything close to this, in actuality. Grandpa Publishing became “get off my lawn” type when I learned who the top executives were. I’ve never judged people for their labels that much. Maybe because I have so many. I still screw up--no doubt. But I’ve also witnessed old people change. My parents would tell me to not even try. And I refused to believe them. Connecting and respecting the core of the person--I try to do that in respect of their labels, not despite it. At their own pace. I imagined he could change, if I could understand him.

Imagining Grandpa Publishing like this, I also imagined myself trying to win his love and praise. Kill the bad grammar, so he’d read my manuscript. Write a really good blurb. Learn his history. I have his history since the first stories were told out loud. I can recite the beginning of almost all genres and debates about them. I was fine with Grandpa Publishing until I understood what he wanted for me to qualify. “Kill the Korean parts of your manuscript.” “Erase the people of color in your life.” “World Lit, where did you get the idea I would read World Lit?” Stab me in the heart--why do you want to forget your own history, Grandpa Publishing?

I asked Grandpa Publishing why he was this way... and it comes down to Grandpa Education. Equally white, often with a sick fetish for French, Roman and Greek men (as long as they don’t say they are gay) and no, he’s not going to talk like he’s really gay because somehow teaching gay history is evil, even if he worships Plato and Aristotle. The second mostly for his hate of women, because worshipping Athens’ scholars who hated women is better than studying Sparta, that upheld women.

So this leaves me with asking why Grandpa Education is this way while thinking he’s liberal. Digging back through education history in Europe is tricky, but it’s mostly down to the Victorians, who were busy conquering the world at the time under Empire for the US. Grandpa Education is wrong. He forgets the contribution of gay, black, hispanic, etc people that shaped his organs. Jane Addams. Do you know her? She made continued education possible. Do you remember her Grandpa Publishing in your push for more straight people and education?

Can you change Grandpa Publishing without Grandpa Education? A bunch of us tried that. But we’re still left with the same questions, camping out on Grandpa Publishing’s lawn while he’s shaking his cane at us--some of us more than others. How much Trauma Porn does Grandpa Publishing want, and what about the adults? What about other demographics? He’s fine with his grandchildren reading. He wants only stories of our hurt, our pain, but rarely of our daily joy or triumphs or just being normal. The coming out story, the tragic gay. Slavery stories from blacks. Korean War from Koreans. Hiroshima bombing. Indigenous people being erased. Where are the whites? Adoptees--memoirs only. He constantly asks. And he snickers with Grandpa Hollywood all the time about this. Grandpa Hollywood that likes to give out rewards to white people for being anything, but hates on minorities. He will give out money and favor his children to get closer to him by ranking them. But unlike in real life, we don’t have intermediaries, or parents to really tell us how to yell at Grandpa Publishing to get better and stop ranking us.

I keep thinking that we need a three way push on Hollywood, Publishing and Education to make an edge in the creative arts. They are more interconnected than most remember. We’ll need an uprising to get there, though because I’m tired of the stupid excuses people make. How can we pioneer our stories on privileged standards that came before it? Especially when a lot of our story telling traditions are older than the White CIS het orthosexed zedsexual land holding privileged that Grandpa has become? When will he recognize our older story telling traditions just as valid as the younger White European mostly told as Shakespearean, but really shaped by Victorian ideals and Gertrude Stein (though people still want to forget her contributions because, you know, lesbian). Argue to me why these older story telling traditions aren’t as valid when they still are used in those countries today. I’m waiting, Grandpa Publishing. What answer have you that’s not racist?

#memoirette #philosophy #diversity movement #Diversity in fiction

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foreverwayward · 6 years ago

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 1 Chapter 12: Devil’s Trap Part 2

Summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was only six months old. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and hell itself…as a family.

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Word Count: 3,722

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

A duffel bag hung on Dean’s shoulder as the three walked beside the river. Their only hope of finding John was if they could find any clue on where he might be.

Meg’s final words were little help and they knew they were running out of time

“Guys...” stopping in her tracks, Riley put out her arm to stop the boys. “Think maybe that’s what Meg meant by 'sunrise'?” She turned to look at the building to their right and they followed her glance. An apartment building sat across the street with a sign out front that read: ‘Sunrise Apartments’.

Sam, Riley, and Dean stayed hidden behind scattered trees to get a closer look. Families with children played on the front lawn of the building on a seemingly normal street.

“Son of a bitch. That’s pretty smart.” Dean turned to the others. “They can possess whoever they want. It could be anybody.”

“Which means anyone could attack us,” Sam agreed.

Riley imagined all the innocent lives inside the building, all the people that were just going about their everyday lives. “They know we can’t kill them. They’re using them as friggin’ shields. And you know they probably know what we look like too.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, so we pull the fire alarm and get the civilians out.”

“That means we’ll have seven minutes before the city responds.”

“Seven minutes exactly,” Sam confirmed.

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Sam had gone in and out of the building without being detected after he pulled the fire alarm. The tenants slowly filed out as the loud bell echoed through the halls.

Just as they planned, the fire department and paramedics rolled up to the scene. Sirens wailed and firefighters went into the building to secure it.

The three met behind one of the trucks as Sam picked a lock on one of the side storage doors. He grabbed two jackets, helmets, and bags with equipment as he and Dean threw them on.

“Alright, you guys go look for John. I’m gonna find another way in. I’ll find you.” Riley looked at Dean and smirked. “You look good in that.”

“Oh, really?” Dean chuckled. “Got a thing for a man in uniform?” he asked as he bit his lip.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Really? Now? What is it with you two and costumes?”

“Hey...” Dean started. “Don’t get cranky just because my sex life is awesome.”

Letting out a little laugh, Riley went on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on her boyfriend’s lips. “Be careful. I’ll see you both soon.” She squeezed Sam’s hand with a final look and hurried out of sight.

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Sam and Dean had made their way up several floors looking for signs of anything conspicuous. Holding out his EMF detector, Dean led the way. “I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up,” he said muffled through his helmet.

“You never told me that.”

The fact of the matter was, ever since the fire as a kid, Dean dreamed of being a firefighter. He didn’t understand at such a young age that evil had taken his mother. All he knew was that the fire had changed their lives. Five-year-old Dean would lie awake at night, thinking that maybe if he had known how to stop fires, he could have saved his mom.

The device whirred out of control as Sam and Dean stepped in front of one of the apartments.

They immediately began to bang on the door. “This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate,” Dean ordered. When they noticed the door was unlocked, Sam and Dean forced their way in.

Without hesitation, they began to spray their pressurized water tanks at the possessed couple inside. They had filled them with holy water and the man and woman seemed to sizzle and burn as it hit them. The two yelled out as the Winchesters continued their assault on them, their eyes going sinister and black.

Sam grabbed the man and hit him in the face before shoving him into a closet and slamming it shut. The woman kicked and flailed about as Dean held onto her and drug her to the coat closet as well. Sam opened it again for a brief moment, as they hurled her in before once again shutting it.

The demons banged on the door trying to get out. Dean held it shut as Sam poured a ring of salt in front of it.

As the demons realized their fight was pointless, the struggle inside the closet ceased.

After quickly removing the firemen’s gear, the brothers headed for the bedroom door.

Sam stood ready as Dean opened it. When they looked inside, there was John. He was sprawled out on the bed and tied to all four corners. He didn’t seem to be coherent as Dean rushed to his side.

Sam froze in panic, terrified they were too late.

“He’s still breathing.”

Sam let out a large sigh of relief as Dean went to cut him free.

“Wait!” Sam told him. “He could be possessed for all we know. We gotta be sure.” He pulled out a silver flask from the gear bag and twisted it open. Hesitantly, almost afraid to know the answer, Sam splashed the holy water over his father’s body.

John began to come to as he weakly looked at his boys. He had been beaten, his face bloody and bruised. Groggily, he asked, “Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?”

A breathy laugh escaped Sam in response.

“Dad? Are you okay?” Dean was back to cutting his father free.

“Yeah...yeah. They’ve been drugging me.” His voice was tired. “Boys, the Colt...where is it?”

“It’s safe, Dad. Don’t worry.”

“Good boys...good boys...” John’s voice faded.

Sam and Dean pulled their dad off the bed and tucked themselves under both of his arms to carry him out.

As they went to leave, the front door of the apartment was kicked open. A possessed fireman and paramedic came in ready to fight.

“Go back! Go back!” Sam shouted as they hurried back into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

An ax came chopping through the wooden door. Sam tried to cover himself while he poured a salt line.

The bedroom window flew open. Riley stood on the fire escape. “Miss me?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, hell yes,” Dean answered.

The brothers tried to hurry to get John through the open window and onto the metal escape. When they were out, Sam made another line of salt on the windowsill before following the others down.

Riley and Dean stood at the bottom and helped John jump down from the ladder towards the sidewalk.

As soon as Sam had reached the concrete, he ran ahead to get the car ready for their get-away. Before he could reach it, he was tackled by a possessed man and taken to the ground.

The demon wailed on the hunter’s face with a closed fist.

“Sam!” Shouting, and leaving his father with Riley, Dean sprinted to his brother’s aid.

When the demon saw him, he waved his arm and a force took Dean through the air and into a car’s windshield. He groaned out in pain as the sound of glass cracked with his every movement.

As she left John leaning against the wall, Riley sprinted as fast as her legs could take her towards Sam.

The demon stopped his attack on the young Winchester and shot a sinister smile Riley’s way. His black eyes somehow seemed pleased with her attempt to help as she was sent sailing through the air.

The sound of a gunshot rang through the alleyway as a bullet went through the side of the demon’s skull with ease. A small amount of black smoke seeped from the body as it crashed to the ground and a form of a magical, electrical current ran over him.

Dean stood at a distance with the Colt in hand. The barrel still smoked from the shot.

Running to his brother’s side, Dean then pulled him up off the ground. “Come on. Sammy, come on. We gotta go.” Sam was completely disoriented and bloody after his beating. He wobbled on his feet as Dean tried to hold him steady.

“Riley!” Dean yelled out with worry.

Coming out from behind a truck, Riley stumbled. “I’m okay.” She had a slight limp and a small cut on her jawline. Pushing through, she went back for John and held onto him as she guided his weak body to the car.

John’s oldest son looked down at the man he had shot. Moments before, he was a creature out to kill his family, but as he lied there, dead on the pavement, he was only a man. A pool of blood poured from his head as Dean thought of the life he had just taken. T

he guilt was so strong that Riley had to almost gasp for air as she felt it coming from him.

Dean looked back up at her with pain in his eyes as he dragged his baby brother along.

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In a small hunting cabin, in a remote part of the woods, the team had found their way to safety. Most of the surrounding trees were bare and the night was dark and foggy. The black Chevy sat waiting out front.

Sam poured lines of salt in front of every door and window.

Most of the lights were off as they hoped to stay hidden from the roads. Only a few here and there scattered a soft glow around them.

As Dean walked in the room, he observed his bruised and swollen brother. It was never easy for him to see Sam hurt, even as grown men.

“Hey,” Sam started as he turned from the window. “You don’t think anything followed us, do you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I mean, we couldn’t have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up.”

“Dean...you--you saved my life back there.”

“Yeah, well, guess you’re glad I brought the Colt, huh?”

Sam scoffed in response. “How’s Dad?”

“Resting. Riley is too. Been too long since that woman’s gotten a decent night’s sleep.” Dean worked up the courage to open up to his brother. “Sam...” he paused. “I killed a guy today. I mean, there was a person in there.”

“You didn’t have a choice.”

“That’s not what bothers me,” Dean admitted. “Killing that guy, killing Meg...I didn’t hesitate or even flinch. For you, Riley, or Dad? The things I’m willing to do or kill, it just uh—it scares me sometimes, man.”

Sam didn’t know what to say. He knew nothing would change his brother’s mind on what had happened.

“Well, it shouldn’t.” John walked into the room with an obviously beaten face. “You did good, son.”

Dean looked back at him, confused. “Wait, you’re not mad? I used a bullet.”

“Mad? I’m proud of you.” Placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, John looked Dean in the eyes. “You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you--you watch out for this family. You always have.”

The wind outside began to pick up. It could heard blowing and whistling through the trees. What little lights were on began to flicker.

Sam went in a hurry back to every possible entrance ensuring the lines of salt were ready.

“It found us. It’s here. Dean, you got the gun?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give it to me.”

Dean took the gun out of his jacket pocket. “Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared.”

“This is me, I won’t miss. Now give me the gun, hurry.”

He hesitated and took a step back, looking at his father. “No. He’d be fucking furious. He wouldn’t be proud of me--he’d tear me a new one.”

Riley came in the room as she ran a tired hand through her hair. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach and a feeling she had begun to know all too well, rushed through her.

Riley turned to look at John and evil surged from him. It was powerfully overwhelming.

“Dean! That’s not John!”

Letting out a soft chuckle, John replied, “what? Riley what are you talking about?”

Dean’s arm raised as he pointed the Colt at John, cocking it. “She’s right. You’re not my dad.”

As Sam made his way back in, his jaw fell slightly agape at the scene he walked in on. “Dean, what the fuck is going on?”

“It’s not him! I can feel it.”

“Fine, you trust your gut and Riley so much, go ahead--kill me.” John said as his head fell and he waited for the shot.

Dean held the gun pointed at him as his hand shook. What if he was wrong? He couldn’t find it in him to pull the trigger.

“I thought so,” John said with an unfamiliar tone. As he looked up, his eyes were yellow and he smirked at the young hunters.

Sam went to lunge in his direction, but was thrown against the wall and pinned there. Riley and Dean were next as the evil force went for them as well. The Colt had fallen to the floor and the three struggled to get free from the invisible power that held them.

John calmly walked over and picked up the gun.

“What a pain in my ass this thing’s been.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Sam finally was face to face with the creature that had ruined his life. “We’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

A large and evil grin made John look like a completely different person as he turned to Sam. “Well, you found me.”

“But the holy water.”

The demon scoffed. “You think something like that works on something like me?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Sam seethed.

“Oh, that’d be a neat trick. In fact...here.” John placed the Colt on the table. “Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.” A chuckle of sadistic evil came from his mouth. Sam looked down at the gun, hoping and willing for it to be forced in his direction; only nothing happened. “Well, this is fun. I could’ve killed you a hundred times today, but this...” he sighed. “This is worth the wait.” Looking over at Dean, it knew just how to get under his skin. “Your Dad-- he’s in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says ‘hi’, by the way. He’s gonna tear you apart. He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood.”

The wrath in Dean consumed the air. “Let him go or I swear to God--”

“What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I’m concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter. The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?” John paused with a nasty smile. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot--I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right.”

“You son of a bitch!” Riley screamed.

“I wanna know why,” Sam started. “Why’d you do it?”

“Oh, you mean why I killed your mommy and pretty little Jess?” the demon asked. “You know, he never told you this,” John said leaning in towards Dean. “...but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything.” He turned to look at Sam again. “And you want to know why? Because they got in the way.” The creature snickered and pivoted to face Riley. “Oh, and you? That’s why I had to get rid of your mommy and auntie.”

Riley fought against the hold on her with all her might, still unable to move. She gritted her teeth together and shook with rage.

“My plans...for you...for Sammy, for all the children like you.”

“Listen,” Dean snarked. “You mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing.”

As the demon turned in response, he got more aggressive. “Funny, but that’s all part of your M.O., isn’t it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth.”

Challenging the thing that stood not even a foot away, he asked, “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you,” the demon taunted. “Not like you need them. Sam--he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you.” It grinned from ear to ear as it went on. “And your girlfriend over there? You know you’re not good enough for her--that you’ll never be good enough. One day? She’ll leave you.”

“Fucking liar!” Riley shouted as she tugged for freedom. With hate in her eyes and her brow furrowed, tears welled in her eyes. “I’m glad your children are dead. I’ll kill every single one of them, I swear to God.” A small laugh came through her words as she enjoyed hitting the demon where it hurt.

A smug look came over the demon’s face, followed by a maniacal grin. It turned towards Dean and in that instant, the hunter yelled out in pain. He began to bleed heavily from his chest and to choke, unable to breathe.

Riley realized she had provoked it too far she screamed, “no!”

“Dean!” Sam yelled at the same moment.

The demon made its way to Dean and looked at him suffering.

“Dad! Dad, don’t let it kill me,” Dean pleaded, hoping John could hear him. As the demon continued to smile at him, Dean screamed out as his torture continued. Blood began to run from his mouth. “Dad, please...” he said with tears in his eyes.

Both of the others struggled with all they had in order to get free and cried in anger as Dean finally passed out from the pain.

Riley had been trying to get into the demon’s head the entire time, but what she had forgotten to do was reach for John. She closed her eyes and tears fell as she focused on finding his soul. As if she had reached in and found his hand, Riley pulled him to the surface. “Fight, John! Fight it!”

The yellow eyes turned to John’s chestnut browns as he breathed heavily. “Stop...” he whispered.

Whatever had been holding the three hunters to the wall, suddenly released them. Riley felt drained and dizzy as she hit the floor. She had used so much of herself to find John.

Sam scurried to the gun and pointed it at John. It turned around to face him, his eyes again a bright and frightening yellow. “You kill me, you kill daddy,” the demon smirked.

“I know.” Sam fired the gun, shooting John in the leg.

The demon hit the floor as the bullet worked its magic. Black smoke came from John’s body and visible shocks skimmed over him. John seemed to be unconscious.

Gathering her strength, Riley ran to Dean’s side as he gasped for air. Sam followed her. “Dean? Dean...” she cried.

“Oh, god, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” Sam whimpered.

Dean’s voice was weak and wet with blood. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s here. He’s right here, Dean.”

“Go check on him. Please...”

As Riley cradled Dean’s head, she could feel the demon’s presence once again. Her eyes grew and she turned to Sam as he went to his father. “Sam! No! It’s still in there!”

Yellow eyes shot open looking up at Sam with hunger.

Remembering what she had done before, Riley shut her eyes and reached out for John. “Come back. Come back, John. Fight that son of a bitch!”

John’s eyes went soft again as he regained control of his body. “Sammy!” he screamed. “I feel it. Son, you gotta shoot me. Shoot me! Shoot me in the heart!”

Groaning in a fight for power, Riley held onto to John. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold you!”

“Shoot me, son! Fucking do it, now! Please!” John wept as he begged his son to take the opportunity.

Dean was weak and barely hanging on as he cried for his brother not to do it. The moment seemed to drag on as Sam cried, unable to find the strength to fire.

“Sammy, I’m begging you. End it. End it now.” John cried and shouted. “Kill me! Please!! Sam...”

Sam trembled as he lowered the gun. He couldn’t live with himself if he killed his father. He finally realized that nothing was worth losing the people he loved and that included revenge.

A storm of black smoke shot from John’s mouth as he screamed. The cloud that grew seemed to take all light from the room. After it had completely pulled from its vessel, the demon flew into the cracks of the wooden floor and was gone.

All four hunters were shaking in pain, fear, and sadness.

John sobbed, realizing their moment had come and gone.

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Baby sped down the dark foggy road. Sam drove as fast as he could trying to get his loved ones to the nearest hospital. John sat broken and fatigued in the front seat next to him.

Holding Dean as he was barely able to stay awake, Riley continued to talk to him. “Hold on, Dean. Please hold on. Stay with me, babe.” Her hands were soaked in warm blood as she attempted to stop any more from pouring out. of his frail body.

“Hold on, guys. The hospital’s only ten minutes away.” Sam was trying to stay calm and collected for his family.

John shook his head softly. “I’m surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn’t you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this. Killing this demon comes first—before me, before everything.”

“No, sir,” Sam replied. “Not before everything.”

Riley’s face was still wet and stained from tears. She sniffled. “We still have the Colt and still have one more bullet left. As soon as we get everyone fixed up, we’ll start again. We’ll find it.”

“She’s right,” Sam agreed. “I mean we already found the demon once--”

Before he could finish his sentence, bright headlights came from the passenger’s side. In the blink of an eye, everything crashed around them as an eighteen-wheeler rammed into the side of the Chevy. Glass shattered and the tires squealed as it forced them off the road and into a ditch.

The Impala sat in the darkness, its headlights still shining into the distance. It had crumpled on impact and barely even resembled their beloved car. The Winchesters and Riley were all covered in their own blood and each other’s as they lay motionless.

Leftover loose glass softly fell as the black and empty eyes from the truck driver sat on them.

Darkness wrapped around the crash and engulfed them like a blanket.

They had lost. They had lost it all.

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Season 2 Chapter 1: In My Time of Dying

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rogue-snorunt · 7 years ago

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Grumpy old men

Having a rough day today because there's a memorial service/luncheon after for my uncle at noon and I woke up feeling even sicker so,

I'm going to make a really stupid sappy cowboy hc and none of you can stop me:

Gage, despite A VERY STRONG dislike for people, is shockingly really good with and tolerant of kids. Like..

Raider Gordon Ramsey.

No patience for adults and has no problem calling you out for being a useless idiot and kicking your ass..

But then is very patient and understanding with kids, listens to them and likes teaching em stuff like gun safety/how to load and maintain weapons; foraging, survival tips and tricks.

Acts like it's a nuisance and hates it and like someone's forcing him too, but you can tell he's just like that and infact: doing this of his own free will; enjoys their company and wants to give them the skills and guidance he wished he had growing up.

Still cranky old man, but.. like a cranky old man who had a just.. The worst™ childhood and had always low-key wanted to be a dad..but never got to, so now subconsciously became a grumpy Grandpa figure towards wayward & neglected children.

Yelling at the youths at a nearby lake about how awful they are at fishing and how shitty their fishing poles are, and then proceeds to teach them how.

Harshly criticizes the construction of a tree house some kids who trespassed in his woods built and tears it down.. to teach them carpentry and build a new and better one.

Carries on about them trampling all over his property..cause they don't have any wilderness knowledge. "The hells the matter with you, coming on my lawn, not knowing what the hell is poisonous or not.. friggin kids.."

Proceeds to show them how to find their way if lost and how to survive. (Gets distracted by any lizards/reptiles they see and goes off on an informative, anywhere from 10 minutes to 2hour fanboy tangent)

Synopsis:

Adults: does stupid thing because they didn't know, in "help imma die!"situation or really just existing.

Gage: "Then perish idiot."

Child: does same thing and "help imma die!", also existing.

Gage: goes over why that thing was a stupid and how to properly do thing next time in a very patient, easily understood & to remember way, albeit in a grouchy tone. Helps/Saves, harshly scolds than teaches how to handle/survive that almost died event for future reference, in a grumpy but sternly gentle tone.

I also, because his own self-esteem is so low, he'll tell these kids not to do drugs or drink or make the same stupid ass mistakes he did. Most importantly, not to listen to or put up with any assholes who tries to tear them down or make them feel worthless/stupid.

Sure he a raider, but even canon-wise.. He's not your ordinary run off the mill raider..still a human being whose been hurt and mistreated by just about everyone in his life and doesn't want these kids to have the same shitty life he had.

This has been my 'Gage deserves way more love and appreciation than he gets and y'all need to stop bullying this overly salted but still delicious southern biscuit' TED Talk, thanks for coming.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #porter gage #gage #fallout 4 porter gage #personal ramblings #fallout 4 gage #fallout 4 headcanons #personal rambles #kofi roguesnorunt

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Shelter-Pt. 1

Sidney was five the first time he met Troy. Well, that he remembers, anyhow.

Mama has just finished cooking dinner— hot dogs and Kraft dinner, Sidney’s favorite—when someone bangs on the front door. Mama sets Sidney’s plate in front of him and drops a kiss on his head. “You can start, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

He hears her say “Troy...” and Sidney doesn’t know anyone named Troy but something in Mama’s tone makes him think she does.

“...been more than three years, Troy. Why now?”

“...clean for six months, Trina… ready to have my family back...swear I’m ready for this...miss you both…”

He can hear them talking but he doesn’t understand what most of it means—it’s like that a lot when he listens to adults talk. He doesn’t really worry about it; soon the man will be gone and Mama will come back and sit at the table with him. She got paid today and bought them a carton of ice cream for dessert even though he had ice cream (and a cupcake) two weeks ago for his birthday. Sidney likes ice cream and Mama bought his favorite flavor—vanilla—so he hopes she’ll be done soon.

But they’re still talking when Sidney finishes his dinner.

They’re still talking after Sidney stands on the step stool and rinses his plate like Mama taught him so he pushes through the swinging door of the kitchen and into the living room, stopping when he sees Mama sitting on the couch, eyes red and wet.

The man—Troy—lights up in a smile and holds open his arms. “Sidney, my boy!”

Sidney looks from the man to Mama. The man frowns.

“Well come on, Sid. Give your old man a hug.”

Sidney doesn’t understand. Mama clears her throat and stands, taking his hand. “Sidney, this is your father.”

Oh.

Mama leads him to the man—his dad—and he lets himself be folded into an embrace. His dad smells funny. Sidney doesn’t like it and he doesn’t like the man hugging him but he doesn’t think it will be okay to say that. When Troy releases Sidney, Mama gently nudges him towards the door. “Go play out front, honey. Your dad and I need to talk.”

“But what about ice cream?”

Troy gives Sidney a stern look. “Go on now, do as your mother told you.”

Sidney goes outside.

Mama told him to play but it’s getting dark and he doesn’t like being outside in the dark without Mama so he sits on the porch steps. He can still hear them.

“What’s wrong with him, Trina? Why did he act like that?”

“He was only two the last time he saw you, Troy. Don’t be angry at him, it’s not his fault. He was too young to remember.”

“I’m his father.” Troy sounds mad. Sidney doesn’t like it. He just wants his dad to leave so he can go inside and have ice cream with Mama. Instead he moves down to the grass and sits as close as he can to the house without hearing them. He doesn’t want to hear Troy any more.

It’s dark by the time Mama calls him in and tells him to go back to the kitchen table.

He sits and watches as Mama fills a plate with food and puts it in the microwave. Sidney wonders if she doesn’t know that he already ate all his dinner but when she takes it out, she puts it in front of Troy who is talking about jobs and his friend named Scott.

Mama scoops out a bowl of ice cream for Sidney before sitting down with her own plate, long cold. She doesn’t microwave it first.

Sidney eats his ice cream in silence wondering why it doesn’t taste good to him tonight.

Sidney’s still five when he’s sitting on the porch in March. It’s cold and he wants to go in and but Mama and Troy are yelling and it scares him when Troy yells. He’d go out further into the yard but he has to go further than he’s allowed to go to not be able to hear them so he pulls his hat lower over his ears and wears earmuffs over them.

He sits on the porch a lot.

Troy gets louder and Sidney puts his hands over his earmuffs and presses as he starts to hum, rocking back and forth to generate warmth. He can still hear them but it’s a little bit quieter.

He hums louder.

He startles hard at the loud clatter of glass breaking and Mama screams. Sidney jumps up and stares at the closed door. It’s never been like this before.

Sidney is scared.

The door slams open and Sidney is terrified but it’s Mama and he’s so relieved but she’s rushing at him and her face is red and her eye is puffy and blue. She scoops him up and dashes across the lawn. Mama hasn’t carried him in a long time. Sidney holds on tight.

Troy comes out the door, yelling for Mama to get back inside. Sidney fists his hands into the back of her shirt.

Troy is coming towards them and Sidney sobs in fear but then their neighbors are outside and the man—he always tells Sidney to call him Stan—is yelling for Troy to calm down. The woman—a nice woman named Dorothy who always slips Sidney pieces of candy and cookies—ushers Mama and Sidney over and then inside.

The police come and take Troy away; it’s been seven months since he came.

Sidney is happy he’s gone.

Sidney is seven when Troy comes back. He’s there with Mama when Sidney gets off the school bus after school. He’s being nicer than Sidney ever remembers him being and Mama is smiling a lot. Sidney waits for Mama to tell Troy he can’t stay but instead Mama smiles and says Troy is going to stay with them for a few nights until he finds a place of his own. Sidney’s stomach hurts.

Troy stays six months this time.

It’s better at first. It’s always better at first.

Mom tells Sidney he can stay in hockey lessons but Troy doesn’t like the idea. He wants Sidney to play baseball just like Troy had growing up so Sidney signs up for baseball. He hates it and he’s not very good at it—a fact that Troy rarely lets him forget. He makes Sidney practice relentlessly and stands on the sidelines at each game, yelling at him while Sidney stands red faced and in tears on the field.

Sidney hates every second of it; hates Troy. But he keeps trying because Mama seems happier even if Troy does snap at her when she asks him to ease up on Sidney.

“You fucking baby that kid too much, Trina. He’s not going to last if he doesn’t toughen up.”

“Troy, he’s only seven. He’s just a child.”

“Did you see any other kids standing out there about to cry? It’s fucking embarrassing. If he keeps that shit up, kids are going to tear him to pieces. You want that to happen?”

“No of course not! But I don’t think…”

“That’s right, you don’t think. That’s why he is the way he is but not anymore. I’m going to make a man out of that boy.”

Sidney stops listening after that.

The next evening, Troy is cranky and smells funny. Trina keeps shooting frustrated looks at him but doesn’t say anything, even when Troy critiques Sidney’s game play all the way to the ballpark.

Troy is yelling a lot more tonight and it makes Sidney nervous.

And then Sidney fumbles a grounder and Troy pushes past coach and onto the field, heading straight for him. And Sidney—Sidney is scared because Troy looks like he wants to kill him and Sidney starts to cry, even as the refs and Mama and Coach and even a few other parents surround Troy and pull him away.

Troy gets kicked out of the game.

Except he won’t leave and someone calls the police and Trina cries. Sidney leaves the field and stands holding her hand until the police come and take Troy away.

The next day Mama tells Sidney that Troy doesn’t live with them anymore and he doesn’t have to play baseball anymore.

The next week he’s back in his old hockey classes and he’s happy again.

#my fic #Shelter #sidgeno

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icosahedonist · 7 years ago

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Untitled Angst-Pt. 1

I know you love angst. My current WIP:

Sidney was five the first time he met Troy. Well, that he remembers, anyhow.

He hears her say “Troy…” and Sidney doesn’t know anyone named Troy but something in Mama’s tone makes him think she does.

“…been more than three years, Troy. Why now?”

“…clean for six months, Trina… ready to have my family back…swear I’m ready for this…miss you both…”

But they’re still talking when Sidney finishes his dinner.

The man—Troy—lights up in a smile and holds open his arms. “Sidney, my boy!”

Sidney looks from the man to Mama. The man frowns.

“Well come on, Sid. Give your old man a hug.”

Sidney doesn’t understand. Mama clears her throat and stands, taking his hand. “Sidney, this is your father.”

Oh.

“But what about ice cream?”

Troy gives Sidney a stern look. “Go on now, do as your mother told you.”

Sidney goes outside.

Mama told him to play but it’s getting dark and he doesn’t like being outside in the dark without Mama so he sits on the porch steps. He can still hear them.

“What’s wrong with him, Trina? Why did he act like that?”

“He was only two the last time he saw you, Troy. Don’t be angry at him, it’s not his fault. He was too young to remember.”

It’s dark by the time Mama calls him in and tells him to go back to the kitchen table.

Mama scoops out a bowl of ice cream for Sidney before sitting down with her own plate, long cold.

She doesn’t microwave it first.

Sidney eats his ice cream in silence wondering why it doesn’t taste good to him tonight.

He sits on the porch a lot.

Troy gets louder and Sidney puts his hands over his earmuffs and presses as he starts to hum, rocking back and forth to generate warmth. He can still hear them but it’s a little bit quieter.

He hums louder.

He startles hard at the loud clatter of glass breaking and Mama screams. Sidney jumps up and stares at the closed door. It’s never been like this before.

Sidney is scared.

Troy comes out the door, yelling for Mama to get back inside. Sidney fists his hands into the back of her shirt.

The police come and take Troy away; it’s been seven months since he came.

Sidney is happy he’s gone.

Troy stays six months this time.

It’s better at first. It’s always better at first.

Sidney hates every second of it; hates Troy. But he keeps trying because Mama seems happier even if Troy does snap at her when she asks him to ease up on Sidney.

“You fucking baby that kid too much, Trina. He’s not going to last if he doesn’t toughen up.”

“Troy, he’s only seven. He’s just a child.”

“Did you see any other kids standing out there about to cry? It’s fucking embarrassing. If he keeps that shit up, kids are going to tear him to pieces. You want that to happen?”

“No of course not! But I don’t think…”

“That’s right, you don’t think. That’s why he is the way he is but not anymore. I’m going to make a man out of that boy.”

Sidney stops listening after that.

The next evening, Troy is cranky and smells funny. Trina keeps shooting frustrated looks at him but doesn’t say anything, even when Troy critiques Sidney’s game play all the way to the ballpark.

Troy is yelling a lot more tonight and it makes Sidney nervous.

Troy gets kicked out of the game.

Except he won’t leave and someone calls the police and Trina cries. Sidney leaves the field and stands holding her hand until the police come and take Troy away.

The next day Mama tells Sidney that Troy doesn’t live with them anymore and he doesn’t have to play baseball anymore.

The next week he’s back in his old hockey classes and he’s happy again.

Cosie says: YEAH BUDDY I SURE DO LOVE ANGST thank you for submitting this, anon! I very much look forward to seeing more of your work!

#anonymous #fanfiction #sidney crosby #rpf #pittsburgh penguins #submission #not my work

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