#literally panicking and then i just throw the dog i love wick

[boyblundering]

happy birthday victor, forever my #1 main 🫶🫶 no survivor could ever replace you and wick in my heart

no regrets from maining you for the last 3 years of my life, your dumb dog has saved my life so many times

[victor art comparison 2020 vs 2023 under cut]

[joezworld]

Story time!

Here’s what I love about this fight scene - it’s that this Asian guy is immediately ready to kick ass the moment that Tom Cruise and Superman start going after him. Like this guy is literally a nobody. He has no other role in this story except that he’s there. This guy was out on a night at the club and when he gets jumped by Superman and Ethan Hunt he doesn’t scream, or shout, or ask what is going on, he just immediately throws hands and totally wipes the floor with them. Like, he must know that there’s somebody after him, and he is ready to fight to the death at the drop of a hat. Maybe he’s Yakuza?

Maybe like, he’s some Yakuza guy who’s taking the night off from being Japanese organized crime in *checks notes* France for some reason and just wants to go to the club with his homies, and he goes to the bathroom while his buddy is out partying and just doesn’t come back. 

And after a while, like 20 minutes, his friend starts to wonder “Where did Yang go? Did he fall into the toilet or something?” Because Yang expects that someone might want him dead, but this is Japanese organized crime - some sort of formal notice is supposed to be given if they’re gonna put out a hit on you. So his buddy thinks nothing is wrong until he goes into the bathroom and finds it just destroyed - and Yang is GONE - because Superman called in the CIA cleanup squad once they left, so they’ve presumably already come in and dumped the body in the Seine or something just so nobody panics at the disco because they found a dead guy in the bathroom. 

So Yang’s buddy goes off to his boss and tells them that Yang is dead - he has to be - there was blood and the bathroom is destroyed and everything, and Yang isn’t answering his phone. And obviously nobody knows what the fuck actually happened, so these French Yakuza guys are sitting around, racking their fucking brains trying to figure out who the fuck would have that much dishonor to kill Yang and not even leave a note or a reason, and eventually they figure out - “ah! It must be Rival Gang Number 1!” 

So naturally there’s this outlandish and John Wickian series of gang fights as Yang’s gang just absolutely destroys this unsuspecting other gang that they think killed their buddy, led of course by Yang’s friend, who is totally going through some ‘John Wick tracking down the guy who killed his dog’ moments. This ends when Yang’s buddy is standing over the leader of the Rival Gang after some unimaginably bloody battle in some stylized location that is strangely like a Japanese palace but in Metropolitan France (because fuck you). They both know that at best, only one of them is getting out of this alive, and Yang’s buddy knows he should just ice the bastard and do the ritual yell that gets his friend into French Yakuza sto-vo-kor or whatever. 

But he has to know

“Why did you do it?” 

And the other guy spits out a mouthful of blood and maybe a tooth and goes “I should be asking you the same question - why did you attack us? We were at peace.”

And Yang’s buddy goes “We were, until you killed Yang”

“What? No we didn’t. Why would we do that?” and this old Yakuza boss is a man of honor, even to his enemies. If he says he didn’t do something he means it. He does. Not. lie. Ever.

And so the two of them just sit there for a minute and absorb the information that this whole gang war was in error. Of course, being the sly and conniving French Yakuza leaders they are, it never occurs to them that Yang got killed because Tom Cruise couldn’t figure out what his target looked like and grabbed the wrong guy, so they wrack their brains and eventually realize - ‘it’s a false flag operation. If we kill ourselves, Rival Gang #3 can take both of our places without jeopardizing their own operation. 

So naturally another bloody gang war goes on, this time with Yang’s Gang and Rival Gang Number 1 both fighting against Rival Gang #3. Again, a series of increasingly elaborate samurai gang battles take place across most of France (because this is in France - why? Fuck you) as these gangs try to avenge Yang. And again, they slaughter their way through the entire gang organization before finally realizing that no, Rival Gang #3 had nothing to do with this either. So they put their heads together and think about what might have happened and come to the conclusion that maybe it's a different gang - one made of actual French people and not a statistically improbable number of Japanese expats. 

And so they go to the French gang - who basically stops them at the door and says ‘we know why you’re doing this, and we went through our entire rolodex of People We Know and nobody did anything to Yang or knows who did - the only person we don’t know about is this one guy who we fired six months ago for being too crazy and if He Did This it wasn’t on Us. 

So the three gangs go okay, and take the little rolodex card and go looking for this crazy person that the French gang fired, and they find him, and they ask him what happened, and he says that he has no idea either, but he goes to that club too and knows that they have secret recording tech there so that they can blackmail their evil customers if they ever need to. 

So all of the upper management of these three gangs finish slapping themselves upside the head for forgetting something as simple as ‘pull the security tapes’ and they go and they intimidate the club owners to let them see the footage from the night this happened. They’re looking but it’s slow going, until one of the club’s security guards, who is standing right there - because they’re looking at everything inside the security room, says that he knows who Yang is - and it turns out that he moonlights as club security but his day job is at the local morgue, and he says that the Gendarmerie fished Yang’s body out of the Seine the day he died - whoever did it was sloppy and dumped him at low tide so he didn’t hit the water, otherwise they’d have never found him. 

So now these gangs are wondering what the fuck actually happened to Yang, because if someone dumped him in the river they clearly were hiding the body, not trying to make a statement, which is what Franco-Japanese Yakuza groups are all about - because they totally live for Drama. So it clearly wasn’t anyone they knew or anyone that knew them. 

To make things even more confusing they finally get the footage of Yang, and there’s not a clear idea of what happened, because Yang went in, then other people went in, then more people went in, then most of the people left. Then two guys walk in, followed by a bunch of drunks - who leave before the two guys do. Yang hasn’t left yet, but then a woman runs into the men’s bathroom, before leaving with the two guys who came in before - and they look beat up. Then a bunch of janitors go in and then leave - these are presumably the body clean-up crew, but who is everyone else? 

“What the fuck does this mean?” The gangsters say to themselves. Clearly the beat up guys are the ones that did it, but who the fuck are they? Nobody has any idea who they are, so they decide to trace these guys through the club to see where they came from and where they went. 

And now things go from unusual to downright weird, because the guys who killed Yang and the girl they left the bathroom with then go into the private area of the club, one of them picks up a girl at the bar, and then all four of them proceed to murderize like 7 guys who are trying to attack them before walking out of the club and into the night. Following the tapes of the two men back before they killed Yang reveals that they entered the club through the roof. VIA PARACHUTE. 

Who are these people? And what did Yang have to do with it? 

Finally the penny drops - oh shit, Yang was killed by the CIA. Because only the Americans are that crazy.

Now they’re panicking, running around trying to figure out if they’ve got a leak or a snitch or if this was a lucky hit and they’ve got nothing. No ideas, no clue. Why did this happen? 

Eventually someone calms down enough to burn a few favors at the US embassy and runs facial recognition. One of the guys comes back as CIA and since then he’s died so no luck. The women aren’t American, and then the other guy comes back as some random DMV worker in the United States. “Ethan Hunt”. 

Clearly this is some kind of cover - he has to be CIA too. 

So now these gangs have to try and figure out how the hell they’re going to kill a CIA agent without getting caught - because revenge/honor/sunk cost fallacy. They put their heads together and brainstorm a few ideas. Eventually they come to the master plan of: ‘grab him off the street and beat him to death’.

Smash cut to like 4 months later and they actually manage to grab Ethan Hunt off the streets of Durban or Nairobi or some other place where he’s doing some sort of op, and they get him back to a safehouse and just beat the crap out of him. Curiously he has no idea who they are or why they’re asking about Yang. This infuriates them until someone bashes him upside the head with a club and his skin peels off, revealing that it’s actually some British guy wearing a scarily good mask and a voice changer. 

Now everyone is panicking - Clearly Hunt is onto them - he had a double and everything - he knows. What does he know? How does he know? Who is he going after? All questions. No answers.

 So they go back and make another brilliant  plan to kill him again - this time they’re gonna do it right and just fucking bumrush the guy - kinda like the raid area 51 thing - he can’t stop all of us.

Meanwhile, Ethan Hunt and Vhing Rhames are losing their goddamn minds after Benji gets taken and brutally murdered by parties unknown. Seriously. They ran the plate on the car that grabbed him and it was rented to a Japanese tourist. This doesn’t mean anything. Who wanted Ethan Dead? Why? Who knows? Ethan is losing it because he thinks that he just got another member of his team killed again - because Ethan Hunt must suffer - and they obviously thought that Benji was him. 

Cut to Benji's funeral in England and it’s the standard dramatic part of the movie where Ethan is saying that he can’t work with another partner and he needs some time, yada yada yada. (Oh btw, this is like in the middle of Mission Impossible 12 or 19 or something. These Yakuza guys have been doing this all offscreen and we only see them yank Benji and then later find his body. From the movie’s perspective nobody has any idea what in the blessed fuck is going on.) 

So then we cut to Ethan sitting in his rental car, and it’s the standard dramatic scene of him silently screaming and pounding on the steering wheel of the car as he has a breakdown. But then, without the shot changing - the windows of the car suddenly fill up with angry Asian faces - it’s like a zombie movie, but with Yakuza - Ethan gets ripped from the car by dozens of angry gang members and we just see them beat him to a bloody paste while the camera is still inside the car. Arms and legs occasionally appear, but we don’t see the true horrors that the angry gangsters inflict upon him.

Credits roll - this is the end of the movie

Post credits scene cut to Vhing Rhames walking up to Ethan’s car later, as like the crime scene techs are there - Ethan’s dead, and it was bloody - he’s stabbed through the heart with a katana that then pinned him to the car door for fuck’s sake. And written in blood on the car is a message in Japanese - ‘He killed Yang, so we killed him.’ 

Nobody has any idea what this means. 

End of Mission Impossible series. 

[kiki-wiccan]

Elidi is indebted to Tamryn's embrace, her touch grounding the witch the moment her arms are around Elidi. She turns her head to rest her cheek against the Alpha's chest, focusing solely on the sound of Tamryn's heart beating. Part of her apologetic for her chaotic nature, though the moment her lover approached her the static energy in the air around Elidi dispersed, that much she could control. "I just didn't want to shock you, Red. Only reason I told you to stay, well that and possible danger..." Elidi muttered, digits tracing idly along the Alpha's spine, "I knew I was going to get angry.." However, with Tamryn's statement on her anger, Elidi's brows furrowed together leaning to press a playful nip to her neck. "I am calming down at least.." She retorted as she turned to press her cheek back to Tamryn's skin, hues lifting as the front door opens. Briefly, her brows rose in surprise upon seeing Kiki, though her temper is quick to make its return as she rises suddenly from the stool, the wood clattering to the floor loudly. "What happened? I told you to water plants and feed Binx, not create a mess!" Vexation smolders in her throat, eyes shutting tightly as she grabs hold of her emotions once more. Blue hues open to peer at the Wiccan, observant of her current state, the puffiness to her eyes, red and irritated to the tangled mess of her dark locks. "I don't care about the mess! That isn't why I'm angry." Elidi exhaled through her nose, reminding herself to focus. "Kiki, what's going on? This isn't like you to do something like this." There was no way Kiki had done this for no reason, despite what Tamryn said, Kiki wasn't a virulent human, Elidi had known plenty of those in her days. Her hand sought Tamryns, her grip tighter than usual while her hues refused to leave the wiccan, and having Tamryn by her side helped soothe the storm.

Staying silent in the moment she focused more so on being calm and exerting a passive energy that Elidi would hopefully feel and let calm her. As her love rested her head against her chest she moved one hand up to caress her lover’s jawline fondly, attempting every calming touch she could to soothe the static energy she felt surfacing in her partner. Hearing her suddenly defend her reasoning behind telling her of all people to stay the proud she wolf huffed and shook her head softly,

 “Mon amour I am not worried about that, I know you meant to be protective I love that about you, however I will never let you walk into danger by yourself. I will always be right there, protecting you as you protect me. As for hurting me, darling I may have soft and pretty features but I am far more resilient than I look. Never feel like you have to hide parts of who you are from me, I love you, and that means even the parts of you that you do not love within yourself. Your anger does not scare me, nor does the chance you could lose control of your power and hurt me. It takes a lot more than some sparks to hurt me. Plus, every time we touch I already feel the sparks between us so, I am sure I can handle a little more of it.”

She smarted with an arch to her elegant brow as she leaned down and kissed the top of her love’s head reassuringly. Feeling the nip against her neck her eyes shifted yellow almost against her will as she growled softly down at her lover with a wicked smile upon her red lips. Leaning into her love almost temptingly she eyed her lips for a moment before tilting her head,

 “That’s good to hear, though if you nip at my neck one more time I don’t think I will be able to stay calm.”

Letting her love seek comfort in her arms once more the Alpha stood close to the witch and let her take as long as she needed to gather herself before figuring out what to do next. The moment Kiki entered the home Tamryn went defensive. Her body tensed as she let out a threatening growl. She didn’t react fully until Kiki stepped into the main room and spoke her lover’s name. Tamryn turned within seconds and was defensively in front of Elidi. She looked like an attack dog being held back by the simple fact Elidi didn’t tell her to attack. Her golden hues bore into the wiccan girl with intentions to inflict harm, and correct the disrespectful girl’s mentality the way she would a unruly wolf within her community.

The red head had her fangs bared and her claws ready though she was not down in an attack stance, she stood taller and almost unnatural still despite the rolling snarl coming from within her chest. She was furious and held back simply by the fact she respected Elidi enough to not break their promise, even though she felt it would have been justified. Rather than letting her Alpha nature take charge, she let Elidi speak and lead the situation by her own terms. Tamryn was merely there to prevent Kiki from coming any closer, and to literally toss the wiccan out if Elidi so much as gave her the look to do so.

Returning the grip with her own to reassure her love that she was there the Alpha focused on the wiccan once more. Her eyes still glowing yellow with the savage need to defend the woman she loved from the one who was in Tamryn’s eyes simply taking advantage of her. Another rolling snarl kept up from her throat as she thought of the ways she would enforce the reasons Kiki should learn to either respect or fear them both.

She could feel the alphas eyes on her and knew the wolf was infuriated with her. However she didn’t pay mind to it as she was solely focused on Elidi. It hurt the wiccan to see her mentor so upset with her and she could only hope that Elidi could forgive her. “A lot happened....I have a lot to explain....I’m willing to accept any punishment you think I deserve....but for now could we sit down?” She knew that her legs wouldn’t hold her up when she got emotional. Following Elidi and Tamryn into the living room she furrowed her brows seeing the mess she’d left. At the time she hadn’t paid much attention to the chaos she’d created in the witches home. But now seeing the damage she felt even worse.

As she sat down across from the duo she found herself unable to look them in the eyes. Instead she stared down at her lap, which her hands were folded atop of. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together and began explaining her past. Knowing that it was important they know her background. So they would understand what had just occured a few nights ago. She briefly talked about her picture perfect life and mentioned the professor. She could feel her hands trembling from just speaking his name. She hated this control he had over her, despite that she didn’t stop. Moving along she explained her struggles with activating the wand, how the night in the woods went down. What happened after getting caught, how the whole town turned against her. All about how she was tormented out of college and then the town, how she came to Tabula to escape. Throughout speaking she’d look up every now and again but then when she’d feel herself tearing up she’d stare back down and wipe at her eyes. The professor came back up and it was obvious that Kiki feared the man. Her bottom lip trembled whenever she spoke of him and she began fidgeting with her hands. It took everything in her to mention the rape and she was quick about it not wanting to linger on the topic. By the end of that she was proud of herself for not getting sick, not that she had anything on her stomach to throw up anyway. She’d only cried a bit and managed to hold herself together fairly well. Now came the hardest part, why she’d broken into Elidis home.

She kept her eyes locked on her fidgeting hands in her lap. She told the two about how the town turned against her family. How she was trying to get money to help them move to Tabula. She mentioned that’s why she was trying to sell charms to begin with. Admitted how foolish it was of her not to accept Tamryns help when she offered money, she had been stubborn. Managing to get all of that said without breaking into tears, she looked up momentarily as though to see if they were still listening. Seeing that their eyes seemed to be focused on her and looked back down. Kiki spoke of the text she had gotten from her mother and how she thought Elidi could teleport them their to save them. How when Elidi wasn’t home she panicked and decided to attempt the spell herself. She found the spell and gathered all of the items. A small sob escaped her lips when she admitted that she was too late. How her house was completely burned and her caregivers bodies were charred. The conversation she barely remembered with the cops and then how the professor showed up. Near the end she had started to cry and her breathing became ragged but she kept speaking despite all her stuttering. By the time she finished she was a blubbering, shaking mess. Refusing to look up she frantically tried wiping away at the tears that poured out of her eyes. “I....am...s...so...sorry...” she managed to gasp out a pitiful apology to the one who she’d hurt.

[manawhaat]

What's your best vacation memory? ❤️

Oof… there are a couple that stand out from my childhood but I have to go with the Vegas/Pioche trip I took with my dad and my middle sister in 2015.

This is FUCKING LONG so if you feel like reading about it for 6 hours then there’s more under the cut and I’ll throw in some photos at the bottom because this trip really did just make me so happy. 

I had joined a photography scavenger hunt group and participated in a couple of rounds (and got some rad photos!) when they decided to hold a meet up. It was held in Vegas and they had classes and photo shoots and group trips out to different places in the surrounding area. I decided to go and booked a hotel room fro the last day of the meet up, but then my mom died. The meet up was about 2 months after that so when I was trying to figure out if I should still go, etc, my sister and my dad said they’d go with me.

On the way there we drove through the desert because we always do and my sister and I played the Alphabet game. It was the most intense game she or I have ever played. We were on x by the time we got into the middle of no man’s land and I managed to get it on a random XTRA semi truck that was parked in the middle of a salt flat. She got it as soon as we got back onto the main road on a car licence plate that was ‘xmasgft’. We went back and forth getting one only for the other to get the same letter seconds later. It was crazy. I was on Z when she was on Y and at one point she started saying ‘oh shit oh fuck oh shit’ and I started to panic thinking we were about to get into a car accident or something… when she stopped panicking I asked her what her problem was and apparently we’d passed a billboard for Zoomanity and she was panicking that I was gonna win. Her panicking distracted me and I didn’t get the Z. She ended up getting her Y and immediately after I found another Z on a sign that said ‘construction zone’ and it was the best ‘fuck you’ and the most victorious win of, like, anything that I’d experienced up until that point. It was fantastic! 

When we got into town I never did make it to the meet ups lol. I saw one person I know from the group while walking out of the hotel, but that was about it. I didn’t really have it in me to branch out and go to the meet up functions by myself so I didn’t. Instead I hung out with my family. We went zip lining over Freemont street and walked around, we went to the Mob Museum (which was fascinating), we did the Mandalay Bay Aquarium, and went out to the Hoover Dam. I’d never been and it was really cool, it was a gorgeous day and it we took a bunch of cute pictures there.

We’d all made a pact that we were going to do the controlled free-fall that they offer at the Stratosphere but when we got up to the top and watched a few people do it we all collectively noped out lol. We ate at this restaurant near the Stratosphere called The Peppermill that is FUCKING FANTASTIC. The food was good but the ambiance. Holy shit. It was like Vegas in the early 80s threw up in there. It was so good. Just neon lights and mirrors and tacky carpet and too many potted plants. The waitress was your classic sassy waitress, which only added to the experience, and my sister ordered the ‘mammoth pancakes’. It came with two and the plate weighed like 4 pounds! 

We did a few other things but I remember just being in a good mood the whole trip. I had gotten a throw pillow with Dean’s face on it before the trip and I took it with us so we could sleep in the car comfortably and I remember taking pictures with the Dean pillow like everywhere we went and it became a funny sort of adventure with him. I was also talking to a guy on my dating app that I was like, legit in love with. Everything about him felt so perfect and I remember telling my sister that if he magically transported to Vegas while we were still there that I’d 100% marry him.

This was also the first time being in Vegas since I’d turned 21 (that Vegas trip was a fucking nightmare!) and this really made up for it. I got drunk downstairs at the hotel and won like 80 bucks on a machine, which was the most I’d ever won at that point, so we had to stop and play that machine at every casino we saw it at. My sister and I had also been on a Ghost Adventures kick before that and there’s a very specific sound that one of their devices makes and the elevator at the hotels all made that sound, so we were constantly making it and giggling at it. All in all, it was just a lot of fun and a lot of like, solid bonding and enjoyment of the experiences we were having and who we were with.

Keep in mind, ^^^^THAT’S ALL STILL JUST VEGAS! ^^^

Since we’d been on the Ghost Adventures kick, we stayed in Vegas for a couple of days and then drove out into the desert toward Pioche, Nevada. The Ghost Adventures Crew had done a paranormal hunt there at the Overland Hotel that is notoriously haunted (rooms 10 and 14, specifically).

I remember the drive being a nice clear day and the type of desert started to shift a little from what we’re all used to so there was some cool scenery. Now, we were on this trip in like April so I packed for desert weather in April, but what they failed to mention to me was that Pioche was in the HIGH desert, which didn’t really mean anything to me until we made it around a ridge and saw fucking snow!

We pulled over and played in it a little bit and then finished the drive and, lo and behold, it got more snowy. So when we finally arrived in Pioche I had to walk my happy ass through snow in leggings and sandals and a tank top with only a light jacket. And the next day, I only had shorts or a different pair of equally as thin leggings! It was terrible, but in a funny way.

The town of Pioche is fucking TINY! The population is literally barely over 1,000 and even when we were there we couldn’t figure out how it even held that many people! So we checked into the hotel and managed to get room 10 (one of the most haunted ones) and walked around. It was an old mining town so we checked out the remains of the tram, we went down to the Boothill Cemetery that had wicked old graves that were like, really old western graves of people who’d died in like the early 1800′s in saloon shootouts.

We had food at the only diner in town and while we were walking up a truck drove by goin’ extra slow. The driver was a good ole country boy- he was super hot- and in the back of his truck bed were…. idk, 15 or so fucking BEAGLE PUPPIES! I fell in love, I legit chased his truck down the street lol. It was like, the most amazing thing I’d ever seen.

So we hung out in the tiny place and when night fell we went downstairs to the bar at the hotel and hung out. We talked to one of the hotel staff who actually appeared in the episode of Ghost Adventures and we talked about the guys on the show and she was just really down to earth and funny.

Then, I got shitfaced.

I remember sitting at the high table watching my dad play pool with some locals while my sister was talking to some guy who’d also been on the show (and was a regular at the bar). At that point, I was really drunk and really lovey, so I decided to drunk dial everyone I knew to tell them I love them. Only, I didn’t get reception in the hotel, so I walked my happy ass out into the freezing night, and kept walking almost two blocks down to a little bench outside of the run down fire station and sat outside for over an hour, in the snow, in leggings and sandals, calling everyone I knew to tell them how much I loved them.

My sister finally came looking for me and dragged me back to the hotel while I was still on the phone, and I was able to make one more call to a friend. Drunk!me thought it would be a GREAT idea to finally confess that I had a crush on him and wanted to make out, so I told him that, and when he asked ‘uh, what?’, my dumb ass said it again, clearer and louder so he wouldn’t miss it!

Before he could respond my sister figured out what I’d just said and snatched my phone away and hung up. We went back inside to get my dad and then we walked up the street to the other bar in town and while we were walking my dad started throwing snowballs at us, so I fuckin’ took off. In my entire life I’ve never run as fast as I did that night lol. I ran so fast that  only stopped after my drunk brain could register the flash of neon I’d passed. So I turned around and was a few buildings away from the bar and when I looked for my sister and dad, they were still at the other end of the street a good 2 football fields away!

We went in and played shuffleboard and hung out. They paid the bartender not to give me anymore drinks and I then crawled on the bar and tried to convince him to give me more lol. I ended up going to the bathroom and the signs didn’t say ‘men’ and ‘women’, they said ‘John’ and ‘Mary’ and I freaked out because, Supernatural, duh!

When we left the bar later that night, with me even more drunk than before, my dad started throwing snowballs again and we ran down the street. There was a kind of boardwalk that we were running on and we didn’t realize it ended with a staircase so I jumped into the road and ran down the asphalt but my sister ended up, in a full sprint, leaping off the end of the boardwalk and crashing into me. She was so graceful and when she was in the air it was like she was  in slow motion. So when she landed we were howling with laughter and then we rounded the building and there was a big ass dog right in our faces! I freaked out just because I was shocked but it ended up being friendly and sauntered off, but drunk me was already laughing at my sister’s majestic leap so I started laughing even harder that I’d gotten so scared.

I ended up peeing my pants and we went back into the hotel and I tripped going up the stairs, resulting in more laughter and more pants peeing. We finally got to the room and I changed and we went to sleep. The room (and hotel, itself) were pretty creepy, and because we knew it was haunted I was already on high alert. They went to sleep but when I tried to, and every time I closed my eyes, I could feel someone standing at the side of the bed staring at me. I kept smelling and feeling little gusts of wind in my face, as if someone was sitting by the bed staring me down and was smoking a cigarette/cigar and blowing the smoke in my face. It was incredibly unnerving because it didn’t stop not once all night, so I ended up staying up all night watching tv, hoping I didn’t see anything or feel anything else.

The next day when I showered I couldn’t shower fast enough because it felt like someone was watching me shower and we thanked the hotel staff and left. I slept on the drive home and at one point when I woke up my sister asked if I’d heard from my friend. I said no and was really confused and then she asked if I remembered calling anyone last night and then it all struck me and I was mortified the rest of the ride home. When I got home I decided to just be straight up so I texted him saying that I’d meant what I said and was open to either going that route, if he was also interested in me, or just staying friends. He ended up ignoring me for weeks and I had to talk to a mutual friend about it. Now it’s just water under the bridge, but a hilarious memory. I even wrote a fanfic about the whole trip to Pioche! (I think some of the details in the fic are wrong/exagerated, and I’m not totally clear on some of the details that I’ve recounted here as they differ from the details at the end of that fic, but it’s all as accurate as I can remember without asking my sister for more clarification.)

All in all every part of the trip was just FUN. We didn’t ever have a moment where things went wrong, we didn’t have bad experiences. We weren’t stressed. It was exactly what my soul needed after spending years watching my mom battle with cancer. It was a bonding retreat and everything about it just soothed me and filled me with so much joy and the memories I have of that trip will last a lifetime.

[marril96]

Tonight

Chapter 1: Pointing Fingers

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Characters: Rowena, reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: It was supposed to be a happy, carefree outing. After tonight, however, nothing will ever be the same for you and Rowena.

Editor: @rowenaisfabulous

NOW…

 There were bodies all around. Limp. Lifeless. Cold. Shells of the people they used to be; people she didn't know, but, for some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, she felt for. As if it were her fault they were dead.

It wasn't.

The majority of them, at least.

She threw a quick glance at the guilty ones, at the ones she was at fault for. Her face contorted into a look of disgust. Her stomach, empty of food, of drinks, of everything for she hasn't had a sip or bite of anything in hours, churned with unease, with discomfort.

She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be with them, around them, even if they were no longer on this earth.

In Hell, she hoped they were. That was where they belonged. Where they deserved to go for what they did.

For what they tried to do.

She lowered her gaze to her lap. She was sitting on the floor, amidst the dirt and blood and bullets, and cared for none, for nothing was important anymore, nothing was sacred and pure. Your head rested on her thighs, eyes closed in a dream. A dream that, it seemed, lasted for hours.

You would wake. She knew you would. That wasn't what she feared.

What scared her to the bone, to the very core of her soul, was that you would remember. You would remember, and you would suffer, and you would blame yourself. Even though it was her — and, most important of all, their — fault, you would be adamant that it was yours.

It was the way you were. Loving. Caring. Protective to death.

Literally.

She swallowed a sob at the memory, willing her face to remain cold, emotionless. A single tear slid down her cheek. She didn't bother wiping it away, and it fell to your forehand. A wet, bitter smear on your skin.

She tightened her hold on you. Never, she swore to herself. Never again would she let it happen. She'd hurt her loved ones enough. You were supposed to be different. She promised you would be different, that she would protect you rather than ruin you.

Great bloody job she'd done!

The door creaked open, shaking her from her thoughts. She stiffened, on alert, and prepared a spell. The deadliest one she could think of. Done was her resolution to defend herself without killing. After tonight, one wrong look her or your way warranted death. She couldn't take any more chances.

"Rowena?"

The voice calling her name was familiar, as were the footsteps that accompanied it. She relaxed, but kept her defenses up. Just in case. She couldn't take any chances.

Sam crept in, gun in hand, cautious, a hunter in action. Dean was in tow, equal in stance, in preparation, in caution. Ready to attack, to shoot and ask questions later.

Who would have thought he had the right idea? Rowena certainly not. Not until tonight, until all the work she'd put in bettering herself, in making herself an ally rather than a villain, was thrown to the wind as the reality of the world around her dawned on her, harsh and unforgiving. Reminding her why her heart had hardened all those years ago, why she'd forced herself to abandon love in place of hate.

Love hurt. The world, cold and cruel as it was, made it hurt.

She wouldn't let it. Never again.

"Rowena?" Sam repeated softly, kindly. The tone of a friend, worried and curious.

"Sam," she willed herself to say. The word was small, quiet, scratching at her throat, painful from disuse, on its way out.

The hunter looked around at the sea of bodies strewn about the place. Then his eyes landed on her lap, on your unconscious form lying on it, and his cautious expression morphed into that of concern, of sheer, bare worry. "What happened?"

"Y/N got hurt," Rowena said. Louder, almost panicked, she added, "You've got to help her!"

You would be okay. The damage — the physical kind — wasn't life-threatening, wasn't permanent. But you were still hurting. You were in pain, and you weren't supposed to be, and she needed Sam — or Dean or Castiel or anyone, she didn't care — to fix it. To make it right. To get you better as soon as possible.

Rowena looked at Sam, locked her pleading eyes with his. "Please, help her! Please!"

She would throw herself at his feet if she had to. Beg on her knees. Offer herself to him. Nothing she hadn't done before.

Then, it was for her. For her survival.

Now, it was for you.

There wasn't a thing she wouldn't do for you, her dignity be dammed!

"Of course," Sam said in that voice that made her trust him a year ago, that made her confide in him. The voice that promised kindness and delivered. "It's gonna be okay. You're both gonna be okay."

I don't care about me, Rowena wanted to say. He could leave her there to rot, for all she cared. What mattered was taking care of you, getting you away from this place of horror.

She was about to say as much when Dean asked, echoing his brother's earlier words, "What the hell happened here?"

Exactly that.

Hell happened.

A memory of screams and blood and gunshots flashed through Rowena's mind. She shook it off, threw it back to the corner of her mind. Now was not the time for reliving trauma. She could do it after you were taken care of.

"We can talk about that later," Sam said in a placating manner, as if he'd read her thoughts. Ever the mediator. "Why don't we get you guys home?"

Home.

Rowena's heart jumped at the idea.

She missed home. Missed the warmth, the protection, the safety.

If the two of you had stayed there, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. You wouldn't have subjected yourself to lifelong trauma.

For her.

Because of her.

If she'd just said no…

"Please," she whimpered.

A pathetic thing she was. Desperate. A wounded dog begging for help.

There was a time when she would have shuddered at the mere thought of the Winchesters seeing her this way.

Back then she hadn't loved you. She'd had too much pride and nothing to lose.

A simpler time, it was. Less hurtful.

Still, she would throw her pride and dignity to the wind before going back to that. She was a horrible person then. Cold. Heartless. A wicked bitch who killed and stole and ruined without a care in the world, without a shred of remorse.

"Don't worry," Sam assured her. He knelt down and looked you over, brought a hand to your neck to check for a pulse. His eyes scanned the injuries marring your skin, the blood soaking your clothes. "She's gonna be okay."

I know, Rowena wanted to say. I want her to be okay now!

Because you deserved it.

You'd earned it.

Slowly, with utmost care, Sam scooped you up in his arms. Rowena watched as he lifted you, as he took you from her. Her hands fell limp to her side. She felt empty, as if she were lacking something. As if she were missing a part of her she couldn't live without.

She wasn't touching you anymore. Wasn't holding you. You were away, up in the arms of the hunter she'd come to call a friend. It felt unnatural. Wrong.

No!

She shook the thought off, chased it away.

It was right. You needed help, and she couldn't carry you on her own.

She couldn't help you on her own.

The realization sent a pang of pain through her, sharp like a razor and hot as lightning. She couldn't help you. After everything you'd done for her — everything you'd sacrificed for her — she couldn't do anything for you.

You deserved better. So much better than a weak, pathetic girlfriend.

She watched Sam hold you, new, fresh tears brimming up in her eyes. One spilled down her cheek, cool against her skin.

"I'm not gonna hurt her," Sam said, noticing her distress.

But I did, she thought. I hurt her. She wouldn't be here, if not for me.

"We'll take care of her," Dean added. He offered a hand. "Come on."

Rowena stared at it. Stared at the thick, calloused fingers. At the skin that was equal parts soft and rough. An offering of friendship, of kindness.

A moment, two, three passed before she reached for it. His grip was strong, steady, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. Trusted him not to let her fall. She was shaky on her feet, knees weak, wobbly. One wrong step and she would stumble.

Fuck it!

She slid her shoes off and kicked them to the side. She would have thrown them away anyway, along with the clothes she was wearing. Dirty and bloody, they were a reminder of tonight.

She didn't want that.

She didn't want to remember.

The floor was cold underneath her bare feet. Dirt and grime clung to her skin as she walked. Blood, caked, slick, stuck to her, painted her footsteps a rust red.

She didn't care.

She didn't care about anything other than your wellbeing.

Her eyes were glued to your limp form in Sam's arms. She watched as you shook and bounced slightly as he walked, watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft vibration of your shirt as your heart pounded against it. You were safe and alive. And soon you would be home, warm in your bed and far, far away from the horror of tonight.

And after…

After, Rowena would take care of things. Take care of you. Just as you'd held her, soothed her, loved her through her trauma, she would be there for yours.

After all, it was her fault.

She owed it to you to make it right.

*****

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[ramblingshit]

The Woman in Black - 1989 - 3/10

looks like the 1980s but with somewhat older-style outfits; exposition mutherfuckerrrrrr;

very slow, fluffy script; oh got the cut is just forward and back as they speak, now we’re close flipping forward and back when its their turn to speak i’m dying. exposition, telling other characters what the audience has already heard; each of these scenes are far too long with so much fluff, Jesus Christ the cuts just throw us into a completely different place with no transition its so abrupt and the jump cuts are infinitely worse fuck half of these are like .5 seconds long, they’re so basic its crazy. some j cuts all of the sudden and some decent direction all of the sudden on this indoors scene wtf lol. then back to awful cuts, apparently just outside and between scenes.

i can’t even focus on the story because there’s so much nonsense filming, writing and acting and jfc.

the 2012 version is only 5 minutes less but this one reaaaaally feels like its length while the 2012 one does not.

the house is just a grey house in a simple marsh, unassuming, boring to look at, the birds chirp, there’s a half-sunken cemetery nearby, the woman in blacks just standing there in broad daylight with a lil hat on her head, her skin like yellow tinted with red around her eyes kinda lookin like the wicked witch of the west, just staring casually at him they giving her a mid-shot and a close-shot and all, got some crooked shaped eyebrows, i think she’s angry? I’d be angry too with that ugly ass velvet donut on my head; she slowly sorta makes her way a few steps toward him, he sprints off and locks the door then turns on all the electrical lights in the house and seems alright; the rooms are tiny and clean cause she only just died (woman in black’s sister) - it’s really not scary - all white and beige with floral designs, boring frames with dark protraits; reminds me of the rooms at the thornton’s house and other old bedrooms i stayed in as a kid; fuck he’s really turning every single light on. he’s drinking again. we’re half an hour in and he’s messing around with some sort of recorder whistling into it and shit - omfg i thought that was leading up to a scare but no. telling the clues of the mystery in these weird cylinder recordings instead of the 2012 letters? he’s drinking again. WHOA hey we got an establishing shot and its a red-bricked house three stories tall with a big ass entrance way and pointed roofs and lots of windows am i missing something wait what happened to the grey house. there’s no scary music, its all light, there’s no suspense its like well here we are, now we’re here, now the marsh is water, there’s fog and horses and he’s nervous and there’s horses and women and children screaming yikesss ol mate looks mildly nervous, they must have hired him for his scared running and dramatic turns, NOW THE HOUSE HAS GREEN VINES ALL OVER IT. i mean he seems passionate about his role he’s tryin his hardest thats for sure. half of its filmed like a stage show - where’d the dog go. continuity needs to like actually be a thing. why do these candles have hats they’re on beautiful candelabras and now there’s more alcohol. for epople who have a butler and a maid on stand-by their tablecloth looks like a crumpled sheet and the lampshades look like they were picked up from the tip and they’re fkn crooked for godssake. we’re 46 minutes in and theres been maybe 25 minutes of actual story. he ran because he was afraid and that sits wrong with him so he wants to go back - now he’s ‘brave but not brave enough’. stubborn muthafucker. his rational friend is like lol you’re a moron, take my dog as companion he’s called spider for some reason. jesus fuck the cuts they get me everytime they’re scarier than anything else i’ve seen. unsurprised i could see the shadow of the camera. oh okay the grey house is the generator room out back that makes more sense. locked doors, ring of many keys but no key will turn. completely wasted mirror angles that were making me actually kinda anxious waiting to see something in them like damn son wasted opportunity. thrilling to watch this guy go through wads of paper not really looking at anything just pushing them around the great lawyer he is conveniently only finding and looking at plot-relevant things. kid crying mummy mummy while the lady just screams horribly - OMG NOW HES telling the recording exactly what we just heard and saw fuck sakee i love this movie its so dumb spoon feeding everyone - naw spider in his beeeeddd 10/10 best actor. nothing scary has actually happened other than weird lady staring constipatedly at him. he out here gon break his shoulder - sprint sprint sprint PACE PACE PACE – THE DOOR IS OPENNNNN ooohhwuuuhohhh and now he has an axe. he’s a fuck load more of a scardey cat than my main man harry potter and its the nursery - A BALLLLLLLL fell from the SKYYYYY and he doesn’t seem too fazed lmao. spiders just chillin on a chair like yep you’re in trouble. creepy old dolls. a kid just said 'hello’ and laughed, like friendly. 'hello?’  and put a toy in his hand. this is actually interesting. whoops the lights have gone out - PROBS CAUSE HE TURNS THEM ALL ON. nothing even scary happened, the kid said hi and clearly wanted to play then he sprinted away and now is panicking trying to find a torch where is he going its not even that dark back at the generator. cause god forbid- - OMG HE:S LITERALLY GO TTHE WHOLE HOUSE LIT UP mate why do you think it all went out omg im crying he’s freaking out about spider running off oh nah nevermind he’s fine lololol he was freakingggg outttt and then just chills immediately and goes back inside. i love this guy he’s trying so hard. the 70s lampshades are swinging from the roof. would be more eerie if it were actually dark and nah gonna just move over that back to him telling the recording exactly what we just saw. every fucking light. every FUCKING LIGHT. he’s lucky he doesn’t have to pay for electricity. this is the third time we’ve heard this crash and the kid and the lady screaming and he’s going angry about it cause its very noisy and he’s lost his mate’s dog whoops. lol whoops his mate found his own dog half drowned in the marsh and is just chill with it. wait this has all happened in a day?? this fuckin guy. ol mates got him rugged up and getting him outta there cause he collapsed in fright from finding the nursery trashed. that’s it. like yeah its spooky but come on man. is this the climax of the movie??? we an 1hr12min in. think they’re only breifly and vaguely mentioning that to see her means a kid will die and has died - how the fuck are you supposed to make her fearsome if you declaw her and take away that which threatens people: the fact she’s out there causing kids to die. floral bed covers. are they seriously not even going to show the dead kid. they’re just chatting. and again wa– holy fuck these people shes like neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrhhh with a hogwarts cloak on and short curly hair with that yellow face and crooked brows, and he’s got his arms over his face, eyes shut just lying on his bed screaming - fuckin close ass shots i can see up their noses. now he’s taken ill poor mate. also he’s in a different bed?? and now he’s awake and talking some whack shit. has anyone called his wife yet lol. an awesome shot of just him sleeping. and another one. who’s this lady? oh its his wife. what’s she doing here i guess they did call her ahahaha. everything is so bright and blue and white where is the deeeeeath how is any of this scary its just so much chilling out and chatting and lol bye hope you get better have fun talking men. what. the house burned down? what. ol mate seems suss. HE’S SUSS. ol mate definitely burned that shit to the ground. who knows why he didn’t really seem sold on the whole thing but ya know. now they’re wearing like any old clothes they can find. and there’s a soldier too. and they’re training off into the sunset. that woman is not old enough to be this guy’s mother. what. we have cake time. pointless pointless scenes. ooooooooooooooooooooooo he got the ptsd from the horse clackity clack. no woman with hair that perfect sleeps without it in rolls or covered, not back then lol. where’s the deatttttthhh. oooohweeerrroooooo. whats in the box in the box whats in the box todayyy. acting is always 10/10 with this guy, especially the angst and strong emotions. he really doesn’t care for actually investigating these many papers he’s got in these boxes. um. he was in his office. and then the next scene was him entering his office and hanging up his jacket in his office????? wot. THE PAPERS AREN’T IN THE FIREPLACE MATE THEY’RE OUTSIDE OF IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD HES MAD HES SETTING THE OFFICE ON FIRE HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKK MATE. dude you are so fired. fireman is like yeah i found this jerry can of parrafin you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you. omg omg he’s attacking his boss this is so exciting. i think he’s fired lol. can’t believe he’s not been arrested. what do you tell your wife lmao. how do you get references for another job in this career. her hair is so perfect. she wants to talk, he silences her with a kiss, conversation moves on, he silences her with another kiss - typical. now they’re boating. there’s 3 minutes left. are they gonna drown. omg the jumpcuts. SHES STANDING ON WATER. SHES JESUS. ahahhahahahahAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA DEATH BY TREEEEEEEEEE and i think they did drown omg ahahah my guy, wife kid and baby. that’s fuckin dark. last literally 1 minute of the movie just kill everyone off. what a shit fest i love it.

[petitelepus]

Decepticon For Life part.1

I was inspired by one beautiful person to start writing a Transformers story. This person is one and only @rocksinmuffin that we all love and cherish. Forgive me any mistakes, I’m not fluent in English, but I try my best like everyone else does! I hope you enjoy this story.

A booming voice from the room next to your small office was heard in every cube and room on your floor. Your boss was calling you.. You jumped up from your seat so quickly that the chair behind you almost fell over in your rush. You quickly made your way to your boss’s office where he was already glaring in your direction before you even got there.

”Yes mister Perry?” You asked, trying to keep your voice calm and panic away. Your boss would eat you alive if you showed any signs of fear towards him. Fear would have been kindest feeling bestowed to you towards your boss. The balding middle-aged man had too much power for one person only to have and your job rested in his hands. In a temperamental man’s hands.

”Why haven’t you brought me that coffee I ordered?!”

But you just brought him a cup from the workers’ break room. It was even fresh, you had made sure of it. Sure enough, the steaming cup was still on his table where you had left it.

”I- it’s on the table before you sir…”

He went mad, his face turning red like beet and he took the mug in his hand and in a second you yelped and threw your hands over your head to protect yourself from flying cup of coffee that mashed against the wall right beside you.

”I ASKED YOU TO BRING ME A CUP OF COFFEE! BLACK! NOT THIS SHIT OUR EMPLOYEES DRINK WHEN THEY’RE LAZING AROUND!”

”I- I’m sorry mister Perry!” You whimpered as you knelt down to pick up the broken pieces of the cup. ”I’ll get you a new cup from a coffee shop! I’ll just clean these and go-!”

”Leave it there and go already! I’m not paying you for doing janitor’s job, I’m paying you for organizing my paperwork and getting me a cup of decent coffee!” he yelled at, waving his arm in the air for you to go. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You quickly scrambled out of the office to your own little one, grabbed your purse and ran out with your heels clicking against the hard floor. Other workers turned to look at you as you sprinted past their little cubes where they minded their own business. Getting between you and your usually meant being fired.

Only in elevator, you gave yourself a little moment to breath. Your job was seriously some bullshit, running errands like a dog and being yelled at like you didn’t matter at all. In such a big business you might have been replaceable, but you were the only one who knew to use some of the more advanced programs. You knew they knew that you knew, so instead of firing you they made your life as horrible as possible so you would quit and they wouldn’t have to pay to you.

All those years spent in college and this is what you get? A shared city condo with three roommates, lousy secretary’s job with minimum pay and horrible mean boss? Life sure knew how to fuck you up. Could it get any worse?

You didn’t stay to wait for the answer as the elevator binged and opened its doors for you. You made your way outside from corporation’s building and rushed to the busy city’s stream of humans. The closest Starbucks was just around the corner, you could make it there quickly, get that coffee and make it back in one piece. You might even be able to go home tonight without extra work to bring with you.

Those were your thoughts until you heard people screaming. Suddenly people everywhere around you were screaming and running away as you froze on your place. What was going on? Was it a terrorist attack or flood or earthquake or something?

A big blur of metal flashed right before your eyes and you could feel your blood turning cold. It could as well have been terrorists at this point. An evil giant robot that terrorized your city just flew past you until it collapsed on the hard cement. Cars screeched to stop around the giant robot, many colliding with it and with each other in the process.

”You’ll never take me alive Autobots!” the purple giant robot screeched and sat up. It took a quick look at the cars next to it, ignoring people that abandoned their cars they had a loan on. A brave move in your opinion. You bet no insurance would pay for property destroyed by a giant robot.

But when the bot started picking cars up and throwing them at something up ahead, you found out that it actually scared you. Your knees gave up in fear and you dropped on the ground and covered your head as if the robot would throw a car at you.

The cars flew through the air and the robot kept screaming at something until it suddenly stopped. You peeked carefully what was happening and the robot had run out of cars and there was a yellow tinier bot in front of it.

”Okay, Starscream! You got the right to remain silent and only silent! Nobody wants to hear what you got to say!” the yellow robot shouted and pointed his armed hands towards the larger bot. The purple robot raised its hands in the air, but its eyes never stopped analyzing its surroundings. That’s when they landed on you.

You made brief eye contact with the giant bot and a wicked smirk came to its face before it smirked at the yellow robot.

”Why don’t you eat laser!?” the purple robot yelled and pointed his arms towards the tinier bot and suddenly shot lasers at it! The tiny bot jumped away, dodging the deadly beams and that was all the bigger one needed to launch up and over to you.

You screamed as the giant claws wrapped around your frame and pulled you into the air and suddenly you were the only thing between the yellow bot, the giant green bot that had followed the yellow one and your captor the purple robot.

”Oh no!” the yellow bot shouted.

”Starscream, put that human down!” the green bot ordered your captor. Starscream laughed and gave you a small squeeze and you screamed as you feared that he might just squish you like a bug. Suddenly you felt so much sympathy towards those butterflies you used to capture when you were a small girl. Hopefully thought the robot would let you go just like you let the butterflies go.

”And why would I do that? I see that this puny fleshy is the only thing that keeps you two from taking me in!” he brought you up to his face and you stared at his gleaming red eyes. You assume the robot was he. Seeing the fear in your eyes must have been something he liked because he grinned like he had just realized the meaning of life.

”I actually may have the use for you… So I’ll just take you with me!” he gave a high pitched laugh and suddenly the world became a blur to you as he did something with his body. Suddenly you weren’t in a giant robot’s hand but tied on a jet plane’s red seat. You saw other robots through an orange-tinted glass before everything went blurry.

You couldn’t see or hear anything else than the robot’s obnoxious laughter. Then you realized it, you were flying through the air, who knows in what speed.

”Let me go! What do you want?!” you shouted and tried to struggle out of the seat belts wrapped around you.

”Silence you fool! You’re my ticket to the greatness and glory!” came the robot’s voice.

”How!? I’m just a human! Please, let me go! I can’t help you!”

”Not the way you’re now, you won’t…! But I got a plan!”

”I don’t care! Please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this!”

”Ugh, your screaming is like dragging talons against ship’s plate!” as soon as he finished his words you felt your lungs squeeze painfully and you couldn’t breathe or move. It was like all air had disappeared in the plane. You silently gasped for air, coughing and bringing your hands to your throat, clawing your skin in a desperate attempt to breathe, but in vain. You could feel your skin giving up under your nails, but you still didn’t get any air.

”Quieter now that you got no air? Puny human! Your race can’t even live without something as simple as oxygen!” he laughed at you as your vision started to go black. You were scared to death, you might just die. As you started to lose your consciousness you could only think about that stupid cup of coffee…

Everything was pitch dark. You felt light as a feather. Maybe you were dead? If the death was eternal darkness like some people said then this would suck majorly. You would go mad in the eternal darkness. Hey, it’s as dark as that coffee your boss wanted. Black as his soul. What would you give for a chance to say what you think about him straight at his face?

”Wakey wakey fleshy! I need you to be awake for this!”

Scratch that, if you were hearing that robot’s voice you must be either in damnation or still alive.

You slowly forced your eyes open and then violently gasped for air. You could finally breathe again! Your lungs screamed in pain and you wheezed as the air filled your mouth. Your dry mouth, god, you needed a drink.

You tried to move, but something was holding you down. You looked down and saw leather straps all around your body, on your legs, on your arms and stomach. You were literally tied to a freaking table like someone was going to cut you open like one of those fishes in school!

”What the hell is this!? Oh my god, help! Help!” you screamed from the bottom of your hurt lungs and immediately started to struggle.

”Aaah, you’re awake finally! Perfect! I was going to start without you if you wouldn’t have woken up.” came the snake’s voice. You glanced at the side and saw your kidnapper’s back as he was doing something over there. You took a look around and saw that you were in some kind of an abandoned storage unit, big enough to hold in a ship.

”What are you doing? Let me go!” you shouted, your panicked voice echoing in storage.

”What I’m doing is an honor for your pathetic little race! You’re getting a chance to serve the future overlord of the Decepticons! Me!” he laughed, easily overpowering your smaller voice.

”Do you robots eat shrooms or something?! I can’t help you, I’m a human, not a machine!”

”I know and that’s unfortunate. Luckily I have prepared a small surprise for you while you were out.” he said and turned around to show you what he had in his hands. It was small some kind of a cage made with wrung metal strips and wired. It looked like an ancient torture device!

”What’s that? Oh god, what is that!?”

”It’s a helmet you little bug. I’m going to put it on your head so I can transfer your mind into that bot over there,” he said and pointed on the other way. You turned your head another way and saw another giant robot lying on the ground beside you.

This one was more feminine by its looks and curves. It had silver paint and black wires and joints tying its body parts together. There was a red symbol on its chest that stood out in middle of the old beaten silver, but you couldn’t recognize it.

”You like her? She was one of my earlier war trophies. Had to get her from the moon to get her down here.”

Wait, he said he’s going to transfer your mind into that bot?! It was obviously a dead pile of metal!

”What are you trying to do with this?! She’s obviously dead! You’re trying to move my mind into a dead body!”

”Aaah, you see, I can bring her back, but her spark has been offline so long that her processors have been wiped clean! Which I can tell is a good thing because she would offline me second she saw me. But with a new mind, I can control her and make her my right-hand man!”

”You’re crazy! That won’t work! This isn’t a Frankenstein monster! You’ll fry me!” you screamed from the bottom of your lungs in terror.

”Silence you insolent human! I’m a Cybertronian, a prime sign of the ultimate race in the whole universe! I know how to connect some wires and work with neuroscience!” he yelled at you as he made his way to you. You struggled and shook your head as he pushed the device on your head and strapped it on. Once the helmet was on your head the panic and the danger of the situation settled in.

”Please! Don’t do this! I’m begging you!” you were at that certain point of hysteria, you were so freaking scared.

”Don’t worry your little head! My plan is flawless! Once I activate this machine, electric current will take a perfect shot of your little processor’s basic instincts and implant them on her processor!”

You craned your neck upwards and saw a machine almost as big as the robot that took you. You had no idea where he had gotten it, but you bet it was built by him because it looked shitty.

The realization hit you. You weren’t going to get to shout at your roommates for leaving dishes unwashed again, you weren’t going to get fired by your asshole boss and you wouldn’t get to see if Ana Sofia Calderon and Xavi Castillo ever got back together in Telenovela! Screw the rest of those things, you had to see if they will give love a new chance!

”Trust me, this won’t work! We, humans, execute criminals like this! It’s disgusting and painful and oh my god please just let me go!” you cried in horror as you started struggling again, but the leather wasn’t giving up. The robot hummed something under his breath sounded much like ’Lord Starscream’ as he plugged the helmet’s wires into the machine. He pulled some cables out of the machine and-!

Oh god, he did not just snap that robot’s head open! Oh god, you had seen every Saw movie and not even flinched, but this stuff was going to haunt you until your death. Which was probably soon.

As soon as Starscream had plugged the robot into the machine he got up and made his way to you, hovering your immobile body as he grinned at you.

”You should feel honored. You’re going to become a member of the superior species. An honored member, but one still.” he said to you, before getting up and calmly walking to the machine.

”No, wait! Don’t do it! Please, don’t! I’m begging you! Please…!” Okay, at this point you had thrown your dignity away and you were crying like a crybaby. He ignored you in favor of pressing a button and whole machine whirred on, sending another wave of tears into your eyes, ”Please… Don’t…!”

”Don’t worry. This will only hurt you, not me,” he said and pulled a lever.

The pain struck you like alighting. It didn’t sting, it hurt like hell! Your head felt like it was pierced with hundreds of knives that had been heated in flames of hell! You weren’t sure if you were screaming or not, but if you were it probably sounded like a banshee had been let loose on a rock concert.

And then, the lights went dark and you felt nothing...