#parent sam tag

[dreamytfw]

Dean's siren is endlessly fascinating to me. And I'm not talking about the very surface level "OMG DEAN'S SIREN WAS A GUY" baby's first queer reading here. According to the siren (which, let's all remember, has 0 reason to lie about this), what Dean wanted was his hero-worshipping kid brother back. What I think is extremely interesting, though, is at no point does the siren ever act like Sam at all. Nor do they ever act like Dean's caricature of Sam that we get a glimpse at in Tall Tales.

What makes me go fucking feral is the siren acts like Dean. Which is wild because we're told and shown over and over again that Dean fucking hates himself and thinks he's obnoxious to be around. But based on the way the siren acts, it's very clear that Dean doesn't want a whole separate person with their own feelings, thoughts, autonomy, etc. What Dean wants is someone who likes all the same things he likes, does stuff to boost his ego, and never challenges him or his world view. What Dean wants, as it turns out, is a good little soldier.

I wonder if that speaks to his understanding of family and familial dynamics and certain cycles and things that get perpetuated in those cycles at all!!!

[books-not-people]

AU where when Danny first got in the portal for the picture jazz being the protective older sister she is and knowing her parents "lab safety" she goes in with Danny and when he trips her immediate thought was to save him from falling in the danger trap she considered the portal and they both become halfas que the canon ghost shenanigans but add protect younger siblings obsessed jazz being a absolute nightmare standing behind Danny the hole time just daring someone to go after team phantom and any time they do they immediately regret as they have angered the older sibling and mercy is not an option.

When pariah dark happens they team up to own him no suit required and jazz and Danny become sibling rulers of the realms.

Somehow their parents find out and go mad scientist on them jazz is 18 in this so says fuck you takes Danny and as the nature secretly petty as shit just calls CPS and takes Danny and sues her parents for child support.

They + Sam & Tucker (because they can convince Tucker's parents it will be good for his future tech career and Sam just tells her parents she's going to stay with her dads side of the family(the drakes)) go to Gotham because no GIW unlike Amity and is ecto rich I also imagine that both are on their way to becoming Ancients of space (Danny) and as odd as it seems older siblings(jazz) they are confused at first until it's explained that the belief of the love and protections that older siblings are some of the most protective and also mischievous towards their younger siblings has built up to for an ancient and jazz just happened to become that ancient.

Que jazz helping college students in the Gotham U library study when they miss their older siblings help like when they where growing up and just being a protection spirit but to siblings in particular. This becomes super annoying when the bats and the birds start setting off her instincts after joker escapes and she can only relax after beating the shit out of him with the anti-creep stick in front of red hood who promptly falls in love with her much to the annoyance of Danny who was already secretly dating tim and meeting at the local coffee shop and ordering their coffee

Feel free to add your own ideas and if anyone writes it please send me a link or title I would love to support your story💖

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *25*

Everything hurts. It hurts! It hurts so much! Ithurtsithurtsomuchpleasemomstophisheartwi-

He can't feel anything.

He is floating and thank the Ancients, he can't feel a thing.

It takes quite some time he thinks until he feels something again. Phantom is in the ghost zone. But Danny was just in his parents lab - ithurtssomuchdadstopplease! - but now Phantom is here...

After some time he realized that he feels different, even though he can't explain why. But he didn't have much time, Jazz was probably worried sick. He needed to get home.

He found the portal without a problem and flew through. But the panic set in as soon as Phantom saw the lab. Instinctual he was going invisible and intangible. Danny died here. There is no Danny anymore, just Phantom.

After his panic attack he spots other ghosts. Mostly Blobs and Animals. Some already vivisected, some just in cages. But he also finds Boxlunch. Just bound to his death spot the operation table. She wasn't hurt yet. He quickly frees everyone and takes the injured Ghost to the Far Frozen.

This was going on for weeks. Just Phantom trying to rescue the other Ghosts from his parents lab and later from the GIW labs. The Fentons started to work full-time for them.

But then they moved bases. Away from Amity Park. Just far enough that he couldn't reach them anymore, without burning through all of his ectoplasm and then some.

But they had kidnapped Desiree, Technus and a few more Ghosts! And he needed to safe them!

He remembers some rumors he heard in the Zone. In Gotham exist a Revenant. The Avenger of the unavenged. The Red Hood. And with the Infini-Map he could find a natural portal to Gotham. It was a long shot, but his last hope.

So he flys invisible through the dark streets of Gotham, frantically searching.

Jason was about to throttle his family, every single one of them at the same time. He was already trying to punch the Demon Brat, when a white haired, floating teen with Lazarus green eyes materializes in front of him.

The teen completely ignored the Bats and zeroed in on Red Hood with a look of desperate hope.

"My parents killed me and they are killing more of my friends"

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 29 - "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I sometimes like to headcannon that Danny is actually a rich kid that doesn't live the rich kid style cause his parents use their money for their research and like to live a simple life. He goes to galas Vlad or Sam drag him to as his parents representative.

Damian had been prepared for another boring Gala to go through. His elder siblings as well as Pennyworth had made sure to take away any sharp blade he had on him beforehand. With the blades gone Damian refused to socialize with high society. What was the point in enduring the torture of pinched cheeks and repeating comments with double meanings and hidden insults as well as the 'boot' lickers, as one of his brothers liked to put it, when he wasn't allowed to return the favor these people were giving him with a quick blade swipe.

So Damian was hanging back, retreating to the corners and shadows of the room where people aside from his family wouldn't notice him. But being there gave him the chance to notice something else. At first Damian didn't think much of it but with the minutes passing he noticed it more and more.

Small colorful page markers.

He started tracking them. Eyes going from person to person as he scanned them for these markers. Always in spots and placements oneself wouldn't notice them on their own as well as by others around them. Sometimes they were even Color matched with the person's outfit.

Damian scanned the hall and his eyes landed on a teenager, younger than Drake but older than him. The other boy was gliding through the people seemingly effortlessly and unnoticed towards the snack table. Once there the teen appeared to be interested in what sort of food the gala was offering.

His eyes narrowed as he eyed the people the teen had passed.

A blue marker by the belt loop of an older gentleman.

Red marker on the purse of the lady dressed in purple.

Green marker on another man's vest.

He was sure these markers weren't on them before. Interesting, he missed before moving towards the teenager by the snack table. The boy by now had piled up one of the small plates high with some of the overhead foods and Damian first felt reminded of everting Todd went to a gala and immediately would go for the foods.

"You are quite sneaky." He spoke up after waiting somewhat politely for the other to acknowledge his presence. Which never happened even after five minutes and Damian having clearly seen the other looking at him from his corner of the eye.

"Oh, what do you mean?" The teen then said after swallowing a bite of food.

"I presume the page markers are what you're doing?"

"Damit, not even an hour in and I am already busted." The teenager muttered and Damian arched an eyebrow. "Look, I don't know whose rich kid you are but will stop as long as you don't tell the fruitloop. I am here to represent my parents and if this fruitloop hears I am playing the game Sam invented for these galas he will-"

"I believe you misunderstood my intention." Damian smirked as he held out a hand. "My family found it adequate to take my blades. So I want in on this 'game' you are playing."

The teenager blinked at Damian before a grin spread across his face. He hurriedly placed his plate on the table before rummaging around in one of his pockets."Well that is a nice change! Your not a stuck up like the other kids here."

A block of green, red and blue page markers were then placed in Damians held out hand. "I am Danny Fenton by the way, representative of Fentonworks."

"Damian Wayne." He answered out of reflex as he inspected the page markers given to him, uncaring if the teen would now start fawning over his last name like he had seen others do before.

"Cool. So want to make it more interesting? This is more fun in a two player setting then one player." Damian inclined his head, not letting the surprise of the other teens lack of reaction towards his name show. Well it looked like Daniel, because what else got the name Danny stand for, would be nice company for this gala.

"Let's make specific targets for each other, maybe even placements. Sam always dares me to do specific things. If one of us gets caught is an automatic loss, the one with the highest successful placements at the end of this gala is the winner."

He smirked. Daniel had no chance, a game like this was easy for him. This was going to be an easy win. His league training as well as the training his father had made him go through was going to give him a clear advantage. He was playing with the thought of giving Daniel a chance by not using certain skills but after the first three targets, Damian decided that that would be unnecessary.

The gala went by faster, the two pointing out specific people or placements of the marketers to each other. They both had surprisingly their fair share of failures as well as success. In the end they both had a draw and were on their last page marker to place.

"This is going to be the final decision between, win, loss or draw." Daniel hyped up the game and Damian shook his head lightly at the others foolishness that reminded him of Jon.

"Well then, it would be only right to select the most difficult targets for each other."

"Well if that's the case, see the guy over there, the one with gray hair and a ponytail? That's the fruitloop. Place your last marker right to the left on his lower back, where his jacket covers over his belt."

Damian arched an eyebrow but the teen only grinned. He smirked if the other wanted to make it apparently difficult then Damian could provide him with a real challenge. "For you target, my father is currently talking to this 'fruitloop' as you call him. Place the marker on his back on his left shoulder blade."

Daniel would not be able to so, his father was vigilant and despite his act, very aware of his surroundings. His newly made gala acquaintance would fail and Damian would be the winner of this game.

"That's all? Easy."

The two boy's started to move towards the two adults. They shared one last glance before splitting up slightly in two different directions to approach their targets. Damian was close, his steps silent as he neared his target the 'fruitloop'. The page marker was tagged to the tip of one of his fingers. Once he was close enough he would be able to place it without even having to get too close.

His father noticed him and Damian gave him a polite smile as he moved like he was going to pass the man in his way towards his father. He did however not anticipate for his target to place his hand on the hip obscuring his target placement. Damian's hand instantly hid his hand behind his back transferring the page tag to his other hand and unconsciously clicked his tongue. He would have to try again.

"Fruitloop! Who are you talking to?!" He heard Daniel shout out of nowhere suddenly, his head wiping around to see the other clapping his hand on his fathers shoulder. The shoulder where he had told the other to place the marker. Damian ground his teeth. He was not going to accept a loss here.

"Daniel! Where are your manners?! This is Bruce Wayne. CEO of Wayne Enterprise. I am so sorry Mr.Wayne."

"No worries Mr.Masters. He is just like how my sons were at his age. It is good for teens to be so full of energy."

Damian narrowed his eyes as the other teen gave him a peace sign and mouthed the words 'I won.' As the adults returned to their discussion Damian glared at Daniel, his last page tag crumpled in his hand, he switched to stand on his fathers other side so that he was next to the teen now.

"I demand a rematch." He hissed agitated, to which Daniel only grinned wider. "Sure. The next time we see each other at a gala again. I will have two packs ready for our rematch."

Later that night when Damian had returned home from the Gala, he took off his jacket only to notice something green peaking through the folds of it. As he lifted it to inspect where the Color on it game from his eyes narrowed and his grip on the jacket tightened. On his jacked he found several green page markers tagged on it one of them even had a little ghost drawn on it. "Well played Fenton, well played."

[jamevaa]

A thing my mom's told us, and I believe applies to Dean, is that my parents could never really, fully sleep until we were back home, when we were old enough to go out.

And I really think it'd be the same for Dean about Sam, but even worse, because for practically all his life they have slept in the same room and their lives are so much more dangerous.

Between Stanford and the bunker Dean would only be able to sleep very lightly, on that edge of awareness where you kinda know you're sleeping, until Sam came back to the motel and then he'd become aware just enough to process Sam-back-and-safe and promptly fall back into a proper deep sleep. And he'd never really realize that happens or think much about it, because it's just part of the standard care-for-Sammy package.

[sammygender]

i just feel like looking at precanon dynamics going ‘oh the main reason sam and john clash is because they’re sooooo similar’ is ignoring actual canon and implication in favour of taking a specific comment about a specific arc of sam’s that dean makes and running with it.

for one it’s missing all the context which is. this isn’t two random people who clash for unknown reasons, this is a father and the son he’s actively abusing and neglecting. sam has a right to be angry!! it’d be more concerning if he Wasnt angry (a la dean)!!

also just what we do see in canon is like. totally the opposite. john’s always hated the fact that sam’s different from him… that sam wants different things, doesn’t want to hunt, a different life…. DEAN’S the one who tries to be identical to his father. whether he succeeds is another story (i don’t think he’s innately very like john but i do think he leans into the same coping mechanisms and behavioural patterns, wholly for the worse!) but john seems to mostly believe him. even going by the journal which like. i know people don’t take as canon but i like it <3. john thinks dean’s practically a mini him (ofc he Isn’t but) and that sam reminds him of mary. 🤷‍♂️ ofc you can still see sam and john as being similar in some ways. i can certainly see it and i’m sure i’ve written it. kids r often like their parents. but 1 that’s not, like, the Secret Reason they’ve always fought so badly and 2 sam is like john sometimes but he’s also like mary who’s like dean who’s also still like john. and sam and dean are often like each other. i already went on about this in my last post so i’m repeating myself but. reject the false binary inside your head where a sibling like. picks a parent and grows up to identically be them.

[o-i-w-u]

instead of doing productive and useful things like answering asks i did this instead,, so enjoy

[omgitskaii]

you guys ever think that dean feels as though everyone who has ever loved him was obligated to? not loving him just because they wanted to? because as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s filled with so much love, so much that it builds up like a dam and drowns him.

because he loves his dad, he hates to admit it. but, for years, john was all he had. but, when it came down to it, he loved dean because that was all he had too. he was his kid, and he looked and acted just like his mom. he needed something to cling to after mary, and dean wasn’t enough just as a son. he needed a soldier. someone to bare the heavy burden with him. he loved him, of course he did… that’s what fathers do, love unconditionally, but all that love was condensed into bittersweet pats on the shoulder, into leaving crumpled up cash on the counter and muddy footprints leading out the door, into steadying an 8 year-olds hands as he shoots tin cans off stumps. it wasn’t teaching dean to ride a bike, it was teaching dean to cut through blood and guts just to get that look of approval because without it, dean wasn’t his son. he had to learn to earn love, and no matter what he did, it was never enough to earn it.

and of course, he loves sammy. he raised him like he was his own kid, but sammy loves dean because he’s his brother. because he has to. because he’s his family, whether he likes it or not. when it came down to it, sam didn’t bother looking for dean for a year, he didn’t try to get dean out of hell. but does he love him? of course, he’s his brother. but dean loves him so much. he loves him like a brother, like a son, like a mother and a father. even when he was 10 and dean let him finish the rest of the lucky charms even though he loved them and he’d saved most of the marshmallows for himself, when he’d swaddle sammy in torn up blankets from the good will and he'd wrap himself in dads old coat and shiver, but it was okay because sammy was warm and asleep. when he’d complained his hair was too long and asked dean to cut it, and he threatened to give sammy a mullet. dean spent hours cutting it while he fussed, until sammy finally beamed and thanked him. even when he was older now, withering and crying out his name as he went through demonic withdrawals, when dean pressed a wet wash cloth to his feverish head in the aftermath, and whispered “it’s okay, sammy. you’re gonna be fine.” but when dean crawled his way through dirt and earthworms, blood and soil under his dull fingernails. his first move after coming back from the dead, is he drove hours to find sammy. his brother. to find him mingling with a chick from the bar, to find out he did nothing to try and find him… even after he gave up his soul to bring him back to life. enduring 30 years of torture, and dishing it all back for another 10.

lisa and ben. he came to their doorstep stricken with grief after losing his brother. they took him as he grieved, wasted a year of their life putting dean back together after losing his brother. dean had meddled in their lives, wiggled his way in like a leech and fed off the love they gave him until the sinking of his teeth felt like a comfort. until the pain felt like fishing trips with ben, backyard barbecues with work friends, date nights with lisa. it made him whole, for awhile, like building a dam against the inevitable crash from the weight of deans guilt and shame and fear that he’d fuck everything up. until the fear turned to reality, and deans hands were covered in the same colour of her lipstick on date night. until dean put on his fathers shoes and barked out orders to a terrified boy that he looked at like his own son, rushing lisa to the hospital where her vanilla perfume went stale and smelt like antiseptic. until dean walked out of that room, because no one could just love him. not without consequences.

and cas… his best friend. he wasn’t sure what to make of him at first, but he slowly wriggled his way into deans skin, and he learned to love him. every awkward bit of him. the small tilt in his head that was far too charming for a celestial being. the softness in his eyes as he looked straight through dean, into his soul, and dean could do nothing about it. not like he wanted to. he felt safe under his eyes, safe under the tingling of the scar on his shoulder whenever cas silently popped on, safe whenever he heard a fluttering of wings. but for cas? it was his job. it was destiny that cas loved him. it was built into the stardust that made up his being. his only purpose was to love and protect dean winchester and he did his job well. but, it was his job. an obligation. it was an order by God that he was built to obey. it was the only thing he knew how to do, everything else was building blocks to something bigger than cas. and even then, even though it was coded, dean still had to earn his love through all the fuck ups he made. he kicked and clawed his way up gravel and dirt and coughed up the insects that took root in his sternum, even though he'd rather they carved a colony in his ribcage as he settled back into that pine box. he felt love even when he didn't want to, in the way cas shoved him against a brick wall, cursing his entire existence, and blood pooled in his mouth as he let out strangled "i need you's" and "i'm sorry's." because he did and he was. because for a few terrifying moments, even the creature bound and devoted to him found it a chore to love him back. and that scared dean.

sometimes, after everything, dean would sit at the dinged up coffee table of his motel room while sam went on another beer run, and he’d stare at the nicks and scratches on it and he’d wonder if cas would still drag him out if it wasn’t fate. if it wasn’t fate, would he still look at dean like he was made of gold? like he was a savior, because he was written to be? would he rebuild him from his atoms, stich back every muscle and fiber, carve back in the scars from when he was 11 and cutting his finger trying to cook for sammy in another strange state and paste back every freckle on his face. would cas do all that all over again, if it wasn’t written? if it wasn’t meant to be?

and he’s gone to hell. he’s spent years there. he’s felt his bones break and bend in ways only a select species could imagine. he’s felt each molar and canine get torn from his mouth, skin fall off the bone, names and ugly sigils carved into his skin for years. years and years. until he’d caved. until he wasn’t the one screaming anymore, until he was so far gone that he’d listen to the same pleads and screams like his favourite mixtape. until he learned a different kind of love. a dirty kind. one that made him swallow down the lump of guilt and shame in his throat and bare his teeth in a bloody, shit eating grin to make up for it.

and he’d think that he’d take that a thousand times over, than live in a world where someone loving him was an order that had to be followed. where caring for him was nothing but a chore. because it was carved into bone marrow and littered with stardust and prophecies. because it was coded into dna and dyed the same red as his own. because it was a matter of necessity to stop him from drinking himself to death, or to do something even stupider.

so instead of thinking, he’d pour another glass of whiskey into his cup and fill himself with it, until the love he felt was nothing but a buzz. until all the love he had ran over, and he’d pour it all onto someone he knew would love him back. if only for a short while. he’d wink at the cute bartender with long black hair and blues eyes. she’d look like someone he can’t quite name, or maybe he didn’t want to. he’d think ‘fuck it,’ blaming it on the drunk fever the next day, and wink at a sturdy looking man with a cowboy hat all alone. and the man would tip his hat with a small smile, and dean would grab another drink to ignore the warmth he felt from it. he’d pour out his thoughts and feelings methodically to the girl because she’d ask, and he’d stare and blink and nod enough times to catch her attention when she spoke, and then he’d smile with no real meaning and she’d smile with one to make up for it. hook, line, and sinker. he’d whisper sweet sentiments into pillows of strangers, because at least then he knew that it wasn’t a matter of life long obligation. it was just a stranger, for just one night, who’d love dean because she’d wanted to. and all the flirting and the drinking and the pretty comments he'd earn it. just for one night.

and that’s okay with dean, no matter how much it really isn’t.

because i think abt it a lot.

[beatsheetromanroy]

Nine Ball - Dean and John

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

I’ve never wanted kids and I still don’t but I love going home and hearing “Aunt Sam!” I love the daily hugs. I love helping her with reading and her homework. I love drawing with her and playing hide and seek. I google places to take her all the time and anytime I’m at a store I see things and wonder if she’d like it. I spend more money on her than I do myself. I adore that tiny human 🥺

[ardentpoop]

they make me feel. so tender

[payaso-gomi]

Oh yeah I'm doinng a little Danny Phantom rewrite for fun! I love the show, I just wanna see how I'd go about something because I dunno Ghost Boy story sounds fun

You can read my character ramblings under the cut 💖💖

Danny's been a bit hard, I just don't know what to do with him. He did go through quite a rewrite in my head too, I like him in the show and all I just think he's different to how I would have approached him. Teenage boy dies and comes back Different is such a interesting concept and I wanted to try that out. I'd definitely make the trans thing much more of a Thing, make it a Straight Up thing. I think his story would be mostly about finding out who he is, qhich is lowkey what the show's about. More religious imagery and talking though, lmao. He might get renamed altogether, he looks like a Quinn to me idk

Tucker's been the hardest to do something I have fun with because I never really connected with his character in the show. I see this Tucker as a bit of a obssessor, an otaku if you will. He's a shut in, really really good at video games (rythm and RPGs particularly), he listens to a lot of very different electronic music (buddy's not ready for puggnb, he'd love that stuff). If he's interested in something he'll learn everything about it and buy way too much merch (or make it if he has to, Sam planted a DIY worm in him). He has a lot of fictional crushes, most of the anime girls (and a few boys but he's still deeply in the closet here). His main fixation is technology, particularly computer parts and all the stuff involved with that. When he was little he was known for breaking calculators or whatever gadgets and devices he could because he liked to see how they were made. he later learned to disassemble them without breaking them lmao)

Sam's been the easiest, I understand her character the most tbh. I know a couple of people who are very invested in political and social movements and tbh making her a little too focused on that stuff is interesting (and. Potentially funny). Maybe she takes things too seriously, and ends ip getting herself in trouble. Would focus a lot on her relationship with her family (her mom, specifically). She's super super diy, most of her clothes are thrifted. she has the money for new stuff but refuses (or can't for the most part. She does spend her money on music and has a very impressive CD catalog. She would dilute her style a lot more around her family because as much as she's a punk queen, she doesn't want to hear her family's comments on her clothing and her messy makeup. Sticks and stones and all that but it does hurt to hear someone you're close to negatively comment on something you care about

[moonsart]

Omori x DP AU from my previous post

[TW for dissection and medical imagery under cut]

[castielslosthalo]

“It is one of the cruelest things a person can do; Raising a child at the brink of death and expecting them to know how to live.”

[deadgirlsam]

quote from the kite runner by khaled hossenei

[shallowseeker]

It was a post that mostly screenshots but it had some good parallels. I think it was a lot of Henry, John, Cas, and Jack. Do you remember if it was you?

I looked for these for the past few days! Was it these? This was a freeform, and very VERY messy. I've tried to make it into a list to make it... at least jumpable.

A father’s duty; work and family and protection and–

Post 1 - "Fathers should protect" Images of young John, Kelly, Cas, Jack, child John, Henry, Dean It’s too big. It’s too big for everyone. These expectations. Work, provide stability, provide food/water/shelter, protect, preparation, take on the world, uphold the world. Post 2 - "Henry & Cas" Only two images, both Cas and Henry lamenting "IF I COULD GO BACK" Post 3 (scroll) - "Broken home" Starts with the image of the cars at the broken house Cas & the dilapidated family home - And we have it again, the dilapidated family house, with Dean’s car and the ghostly truck-of-the-father, followed by some scenes of Cas in his truck. Post 4 - "@ironworked comments" Starts with images of Castiel and Anael discussing how God isn't with them " They don’t have time to process anything. There’s just no time. Cas makes the right decision, just too late... He decides to go home! He concludes that even without God, we have each other." Post 5 (scroll) - "WORK; more commentary" Starts with images of Dean and Cas in the bunker, Cas in "work clothes" and Dean clad in his sleeping robe "...then they’re tragically caught in that same fight of trying to be everything, to shoulder these intense, heavy weights of life. ...And Dean’s face transforms from something soft to dazed-and-alarmed. It’s kind of heartbreaking how even when they’re being honest with each other and looking for other ways, it’s still too much." Post 6 (scroll) - "Sam + communication, Cas in the wind" Starts with images of Sam talking to Cas, talking to John Sam expresses his frustration on the phone with Cas being gone again. It hearkens to other Sam phone calls - John, Cas previously. Plus: Dean's spinning out, and the "Jack is not family" of it all. Post 7 (scroll) - "War-son" Starts with a long text-quote of Dean talking to John's grave The tragedy of Jack, the war-son. And the legacy of heroism in The Winchester family line of heirs. (Aside/// Sam is a spare. Dean and Jack are heirs. etc etc. ) Plus: Hopelessness. Emptiness. They all feel it. Post 8 (scroll) - "Amara: Starts with Images of Amara When we look at the bomb detonated, we think about the previous detonation, intractably tied up with darkness. AMARA. Post 9 - (scroll) - "TFW reunited... too late?" Starts with Images of Dean freaking out After Jack whispers, “Don’t let me hurt you,” we’re thrown back into a united TFW, rallying themselves and not giving into their specific flavors of Despair. Dean breaks his chains and takes on death.

I made the links because I feel like there were a couple of other anons that focused on these topics, and from what I gather, it's related to the weekend discourse that I, amazingly... totally missed out on.

Fair warning again: This is hard to sift through because I'm chaotic. But there's some stuff in there you might like if you dig.

Hopefully, this is the post that you meant!