#realize who you are and calm the fuck down and listen to these episodes...let the show do what it wants and have some fucking fun and relax

[ilovejohnnieguilbertsblog]

inseperable-m. sturniolo

warnings: angst, fluff

i hate to beg but if you like the story please like🙏

it’s 9:30 am, and you just woke up. all you could hear was footsteps, nick’s probably, and the sound of your boyfriend snoring.

you had spent the night at the sturniolo’s house last night, and you had to leave for work.

you uncovered yourself, trying to get out of the bed carefully, not wanting to wait matt, who’s always grumpy in the morning.

you got out of bed, only to feel matt’s arm lazily touching you.

“good morning.” you say confused as to why matt’s touching you.

“stop moving the bed motherfucker.” he says, covering his face with a pillow.

“okay sorry.”

“just shut up and let me sleep.” matt says.

“don’t talk to me like that matt.”

“whatever.” matt says as he grabs his phone.

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about 30 minutes goes by and you’re ready for work.

“bye, love you.” you say to matt, who’s still on his phone.

“yeah, whatever. right back at ya.” matt says, sounding like he couldn’t give 2 fucks in the world if you left or stayed.

“matt why are you acting weird?” you ask.

“i’m not.”

“yeah you are, but it’s fine. i need to go anyways.”

“why are you always such a bitch?” matt’s says, catching you off guard.

“excuse me?”

“you’re always trying to be in my business. and you always complain about how i act.”

“matt i don’t complain, i just care about how you feel. it’s how the dating thing works.” you say, trying to stay calm but you can feel your voice raising.

matt silently stares at you.

“so do you wanna meet up tonight or something? we could watch a movie or-“

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH Y/N! DAMN.” matt yells louder than you have ever heard him yell before.

“matt stop acting like an asshole. just because you’re always a dick in the mornings doesn’t mean you can take it out on me. before you dump anymore of your pissy attitude onto me, i’m going to leave before i’m late for work.”

matt blankly looks at you, and he genuinely looks like he has no words to say.

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it’s 5:30 pm, and you’re driving home after what seemed like the longest day of work ever. nothing specifically bad happened, but the fight you had with matt that morning really ruined the day.

you’re listening to the radio when you get a call from nick.

you answer it.

“hello?” you say.

“hey, y/n.”

“hey nick.”

“so um, matt told me about this morning. and uh, i wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“i’m okay nick, i promise. thanks for caring though.”

“yeah no problem.”

“matt’s not okay.” nick says out of nowhere.

“oh.” is all you can manage to say.

“yeah, he’s been moping around all day talking about how shitty of a boyfriend he feels like.”

“hey nick, i’m pulling up to my house right now, can i call you back in a little bit?”

“sure! bye y/n.”

“bye.” you hang up as you walk into your house.

you would normally go to the triplets house at this time, or maybe facetime matt, but you can’t right now so you sit down and watch love island.

by the time you watch a few episodes, you realize how tired you are. you take a shower, do some skincare and go lay down.

you’re so tired, but you can’t sleep. you always sleep next to matt, or fall asleep on the phone with matt on the other end, but now you just feel empty.

an hour goes bye, and you’re still awake when you hear the front door to your house open.

you freeze in fear, unable to move, until you see matt open your bedroom door.

“hey, y/n.”

“hi.” you reply.

matt stands there in silence, then asking if he can sit in the corner of the bed.

“i’m sorry y/n.”

you just stare at him, unable to form words.

“i really am, i don’t know what i was thinking.” matt has tears running down his face as he sniffles.

“matt you were a complete douchebag.” you say, about to cry yourself.

“i know, i just was stressed about our new video and im tired. but i know there’s no excuses. ill leave if you want me to, i just wanted to say sorry.”

“you don’t have to leave matt. also, i’m sorry for calling you an asshole.” you say.

“well i was one.” matt says, wiping stray tears from his face.

“do you forgive me y/n?”

“yeah, just don’t do it again.”

you go into his arms as he holds you tightly, and you feel so much better.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you too matt.”

matt gets in the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. now, you drift off to sleep like a newborn baby.

[cozage]

Aaaaa, Cozage, I'm thrilled with your post about "Panic Attacks"! I fucking love it when people take care of me or show attention to me, so for me it's just wonderful. But at the same time, I like to help people myself. So, if it's not too much trouble, could you write about how the reader calms Sanji, Zoro, Ace and Lo when they have a panic attack? We can say: the opposite of what was written earlier) Have a nice day ❤

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language 😔

Friend!!! This was such a fabulous idea!! Our boys deserve love :)  And I must say, your profile pic?!?! DELIGHTFUL! I’m such a big fan of Chuuya :) he’s one of my favs in BSD <3

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law CW: panic attack descriptions, Marineford Spoilers Wordcount:1.4k

Helping Them Through Panic Attacks

Sanji

Sanji is a big scent guy, so certain smells trigger him. Iron and rust are the big ones, but sometimes the salty breeze blows just the right way and reminds him of when he almost starved to death on that rock. Sometimes he just disassociates, sometimes he goes into a full blown panic attack.

Sanji needs to be grounded during panic attacks or dissociative episodes. Talking doesn’t do much for him, he needs to feel people next to him to be brought back to the moment. 

When you're in public and you feel him slipping away, you grab his hand and interlace his fingers with your own. Occasionally he needs a little squeeze of reassurance to bring him back. 

Sometimes you’ll put your hand on his knee or his arm. You try not to do anything surprising, just little gentle touches to remind him where he is, and that you’re close by. 

When he gets a panic attack, you’ve found the best thing to do is get as close to him as possible. Just as a scent triggered him, your scent brings him back to the present. 

Sometimes you have to cup his face in your hands and force his eyes to look at you. You’re one of the few people who can do this when he's in such a panicked state. If other people try, he usually fights back. Even Nami and Robin can’t help him.  

His eyes are so full of fear, but you only show him your adoration and love in return. That’s all you want him to see in those moments.

As he calms down, he likes to rest his head against your chest and listen to your heart beat as you stroke his hair. Most of the time he falls asleep, and you always let him lay there as long as he needs.

Zoro

There’s nothing particular that really sets him off. Sometimes it’s a smell from his past, sometimes it's this weird deja vu that he can’t place. Sometimes he’s just thinking about how to be better and he starts to spiral. There’s not really any specific thing, it’s usually a lot of little things. 

Zoro is a prideful bastard. He doesn’t like people knowing that he’s suffering. So it took you a few episodes to realize what was happening with him.

When you see him starting to panic, you’ll ask him to follow you to a private, quiet room. At first he was skeptical of your methods, but after a few times, he started seeking you out and letting you lead you to a room to help.

You try not to touch him much or talk to him during it, but the two of you have created a pretty good method over a few trials and errors. You place your hand on his chest, and he places his hand on your chest. He feels your heart beat, feels your chest fall and rise, and he focuses on those movements. He shuts off his brain and brings his attention to matching your rhythm.

When he finally matches your heart rate and breathing pattern, he mutters out a quiet “thanks” and returns to whatever he was doing. The first time it hurt your feelings, but Zoro doesn’t like to mull over the fact he needs help. 

After a few hours (usually that night, when you are in bed), you’ll ask him if he’s okay or wants to talk. Most of the time he says he’s fine, but sometimes he’ll talk about what was bothering him. But every time he’ll pull you in closer to him and thank you with a little kiss on the forehead. 

Luffy

Blood had never bothered Luffy before, so he didn’t understand why his ears started to ring whenever he saw it after Marineford. He didn’t understand why holes in things like  trees or concrete structures bothered him so much now. He didn’t understand why he wanted to vomit when he saw an orange hat or a large back tattoo. 

Most of the time, you’re able to, quite literally, snap him out of it. Snapping your fingers in front of his face is usually enough to have him step back from the edge of a panic attack, but you also go a bit further by redirecting him to focus on something else. Food, some cool attraction on an island, or a game you know he likes to play.

If you don’t get him in those first few moments, though, his chest becomes tight and he feels like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. He wants to scream out, but his voice is gone too. So he’s left clutching his chest and gasping for air. He doesn’t have enough energy to find you at this point, so he lays into a ball and curls up into a ball and waits for someone to find him.

When you find him or another crewmember directs you to him, you keep your voice low and calm, as if you were talking to an injured animal. You always start the same way: “Luffy, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You pull his head into your lap and you’ll run your finger through his hair to brush it out, and then start braiding little pieces. 

You tell him stories of your life in a soft, even voice. If you can’t think of stories, you make them up. You ignore the tears falling from his eyes and the soft sobs that escape his lips. 

Eventually, he falls asleep. But you don’t move. You keep twirling his hair in your fingers, waiting for him to wake up. After a very short nap, he wakes up a new person. He gives you a big kiss and bounds off, his energetic self returning like nothing ever happened.

Law

You didn’t understand why Shachi’s prank made Law so scared. It was just a harmless joke. Shachi had spent hours taping up hundreds of pieces of string all across the common room so people would have to jump over, duck under, and crawl around to get through it all. But when Law had turned the corner and saw you all sitting in the mess of string, you only saw one emotion in his eyes: Fear. 

After that you started to notice it more. Whenever he walked into spider webs unexpectedly, or saw those fun feathery boa necklaces at festivals, or heard the sound of a gunshot, panic set into his eyes. 

“Everything okay?” you’d ask every time, but he’d always give you one quick nod in response. You started taking that as your cue to intervene. 

Law hates making a big deal about things. So when you’re in public, you subtly grab his hand. It’s one of the few times he doesn’t mind PDA, and he grips your hand so tight you have to clench your teeth. But you never complain. 

When you can finally get away from others, you’ll take him somewhere quiet and sit on the ground with him. You keep holding his hand, and use your free hand to trace over his tattooed fingers. 

You always ask him questions about his crew, trying to redirect his brain. “What do you think Bepo is doing right now?” “How did you meet Shachi?” “Remember last week when Penguin and Ikkaku almost caught the kitchen on fire?” He doesn’t usually respond, but you always say what you think the answer is. You’re not sure if it helps, but after a while his grip starts to loosen on your hand.

Law is a silent sufferer. He doesn’t have many indications when his panic attacks start, or when they end. So you sit with him, answering your own questions until he finally takes a deep breath and says “Okay, I’m ready to go back.” He keeps holding your hand though, for as long as he can.

[geminiartemis]

Let's talk about Mammon's asexuality!

Okay, first of all, I know this post is waaay late to the party, and maybe someone else has already talked about this much more eloquently than I ever could, but fuck it, I just feel like talking right now. lol

So, back in July, this official image was posted.

Most people were surprised to find out that Mammon is asexual. Heck, even I was surprised, although I had seen that theory around.

But after a while – and many, many rewatches of that episode – I realized that it makes perfect sense.

(Obligatory disclaimer: I'm ace. Not all aces feel the same way about sex and allos. Mammon is a piece of shit regardless of his asexuality. Most real life aces aren't assholes like Mammon. I actually love Mammon as a character. Don't take things too seriously. It's not that deep. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Drink water. TRUST US WITH YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!)

Exhibit A

Mammon insists that making a sex robot out of the clown pageant winner is not weird. Then he points at some random guy in the audience and says HE'S weird for even thinking that.

Here's what I think. Mammon knows it's weird. Look at his face. Listen to his tone. He's super weirded out. It's only acceptable to him because it'll make them money, because he's still a greedy bastard, but he does think it's weird. Nobody said anything and he still got defensive about it and put the blame on someone else. “YOU'RE weird, you sick fuck!”

The thing is, to him, sexualizing a young clown is probably just as weird as sexualizing anything or anyone else. Because he's ace and not too worried about the ethics of it as long as it makes him money, sex is weird, sexualizing people is weird, people who like sex and sexualize others are weird, but those things are generally socially acceptable, so everyone is a sick fuck, so how is sexualizing Fizz any different? He just doesn't see the difference, nor does he care to.

Exhibit B

Like I just said, people who sexualize Fizz are, in Mammon's own words, “sick, fucking degenerate adults.” Like, the idea actually disgusts him! He is so disgusted by his customers who sexualize Fizz that he can't even keep his opinion of them to himself while recording a TV ad! Not because he has morals or any affection or sympathy for Fizz, but because sex and sexualizing people disgust him. He just doesn't get the appeal at all. (But it makes him money, so he goes along with it.)

Exhibit C

Since sex is so important to allos and IT KEEPS BEING BROUGHT UP ALL THE TIME, we aces sometimes get the impression that it's all allos think about. We assume sex is allos’ Roman Empire. Assume that allos are always DTF. What do you mean you DON'T want to be fucked, Fizzie?? *Crimson voice* That's the kinda shit you allos like, right?!

The sad thing is, that's the sentiment I saw some people in the fandom express when this scene and this line came out. So Mammon's reasoning here isn't even an exaggeration, ridiculous as it is. I don't know if those people were hypersexual allos or clueless aces, but… yeah… it's something that some people think in real life, apparently.

Anyway, the point is, I can totally see the ace vibe in Mammon now. Is making one of the most irredeemable villains ace, the kind of ace who has zero respect for allos, a wise idea in terms of ace representation? Eh, we've already had this discourse in Hazbin Hotel with regards to Alastor, and everyone has their opinion on this. I'm not getting into that. And hey, Octavia is ace, too! I don't know if that will be relevant in the show, but it'd be really cool if it were. We'll see!

[kazumist]

EPISODE 17 ♡ WHAT LOVE DID TO ME

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1463.

cw: drinking, alcohol, profanities, a pinch of violence (kuni punches someone and gets punched back oops?)

moving on was difficult for kunikuzushi. and he was doing well in taking the baby steps of the process. all he wanted was to drink, drink, and drink in hopes of forgetting you. but fate had other plans for him—because you were right there, with heizou of all fucking people. heizou, the guy who kunikuzushi got jealous of. heizou, the guy that kunikuzushi was worried about before.

heizou, the one who had unknowingly ticked kunikuzushi off already because he looked like him from a distance. 

kuni felt dizzy due to the lights, the loud music, and the smell of alcohol reeking around every corner (as well as the pain of seeing you with someone else). he hated it. but he had no choice but to sit back down at the table where his friends are currently and just decided to chug down the bottle of beer present at the table.

“calm down, kuni. we have all night!” lyney exclaims, taking a sip from his whiskey in hand.

“i don’t. i wanna leave already.” kuni says bitterly back at him.

“don’t be such a kj!” yanfei tells him, nudging him by the arm as she rolls her eyes at her friend. “that’s more of a kj, if you ask me," he replies again, pointing his head in your direction, where you and heizou are currently having your own fun in the conversation taking place. shock was an understatement for the group. “shit, are they…?” lyney couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

“most probably," kunikuzushi scoffs, pouring himself a drink.

“i’m sorry, kuni. but why does he kinda look like you?” lynette couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “oh no, heizou’s hair color is different. the lights just make it seem similar to kuni’s hair, but i have to agree, he does look like you from here," lyney tells her.

kazuha stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. he had witnessed kunikuzushi go through thick and thin for the person his friends were talking about. and he knew things would probably end up like this, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

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“literally who the fuck are all these people?” you asked.

“no idea, i just got invited here," heizou shrugs. watching everyone in view, you swore that he could see a familiar group amongst the crowd. you thought that your imagination was playing with you and that it would be near impossible for you to end up in the same bar of all places, but when you looked again, that’s when you finally realized it.

shit, kazuha’s here. you thought.

and where kazuha goes, kunikuzushi follows.

fucking shit.

you haven’t seen him. not yet, at least. but you prayed that you’d never bump into him. you wanted to give kunikuzushi space, but what are the fucking odds for you to end up at the same bar?

“oh! kazuha’s here," heizou says, his eyes now trailing your friend. that is, until you pull him away from the table and near the smoking area. “hey! where are we going? kazuha was there!” heizou whines.

“dumbass, have i mentioned that i’m literally in the same friend group as kuni, kazuha, yanfei, lynette and lyney?” you said to him, taking a deep breath to calm down. “no, but that doesn’t have to do anything with me. let’s go.” heizou whines at you again.

kunikuzushi was on the other side of the door. he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, and he just wanted some air since the smoking area is currently unoccupied. but he just can’t help it. he wonders if he should make his presence known or if he should just stay quiet and continue on let time pass in this smoking area. he chooses to do the latter.

“no, you don’t get it, heizou! that means he’s here too," you tried to explain. “who? ahh, kuni?” it took heizou a moment to realize what you were trying to tell him. “wait, shit. okay, shoo. go away. you can’t be seen with me.”

little did they know, kuni was already leaning by the door, listening intently to your conversation.

you, on the other hand, were determined to make things right with him. it took you long enough to realize that you can’t just let him get away from your reach and that you loved him more than you thought. and you’re not gonna let anything stop you from proving yourself to kunikuzushi again.

but you had no idea on what to do. you can’t be seen with heizou, obviously, so you decided to hide.

pushing the door to the smoking area, you found kunikuzushi there.

ah, shit.

kuni, who had just realized who opened the door, was shocked to see you there. “i.. i have to go—”

“kuni, wait—” the door gets slammed in front of your face.

but you weren’t gonna give up so easily. following kuni outside, it would be easy to spot him in the crowd. after all, your mind has memorized every single detail of kunikuzushi that there is to remember.

after a while of avoiding your other friends (for now), you finally spotted kuni. but he was with someone else, a girl to be exact. deja vu, you thought. “you’re cute; i kinda like you.” the girl giggles at him, clearly drunk by the way she’s currently trying to maintain her balance in front of kunikuzushi. “leave.” he says.

“what? nooo. i like you! you’re so handsome," she whines childishly, attaching herself to kuni.

“i told you to leave. i have an ex, you know, and they can hit pretty hard," he says coldly.

the girl left him immediately upon hearing that, not wanting to possibly get hit. 

you decided not to approach kuni yet, so you sat on top of one of the bar stools at the bartender’s table. however, some guy smoothly slid beside you and offered you a drink. “hey, i’ve been looking at you for a while now, and i think you look pretty nice," he says.

“i’m not interested.” you responded to him. “why? i’m rich, i look good, and i can take care of you.” he says, getting even closer. he was being persistent, and it was starting to make you uncomfortable. “i told you i’m not interested.” you tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“do you not know the word ‘no’?” kunikuzushi suddenly appears behind him, pulling him away from you by his collar. 

“the fuck is your problem?” the stranger asks. 

“they clearly said that they weren’t interested. so back off. weren’t you taught basic human manners? how disappointing.” kuni spat out, his eyes narrowing at the man.

“why the fuck do you even care? you think you’re all that? how about a fig—” before the stranger could even finish the word fight, kuni already threw him a punch. and it was strong enough to almost knock the other guy out on the ground. but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, so he also lands a hit on kunikuzushi’s cheek. people were slowly starting to gather to see the commotion.

“kuni, enough! let’s just go.” you told him. you didn’t want this to grow into a bigger issue. upon hearing your voice, kuni lets go of the guy and lets him fall to the ground. kuni gave the guy one last kick to the shin before he left the area with you.

kunikuzushi leads you to the smoking area once again, and you don’t know if you were trembling out of anxiety or out of shock from what just happened. kuni had his head low, letting the adrenaline die out before he lifts his head up.

but you didn’t expect him to look at you with tears threatening to spill. “are you okay?” his voice breaks when he asked you that.

“i should be the one asking you that.”

“i am if you are," he says, forcing a smile—the same smile that he’d only ever give to you.

“don’t do that to yourself, kuni.” you reached for his hand but he flinched. he flinched.

“i… i wanted to ask you something," you say.

“okay.”

“are you tired? from me? from us?” it pained you to finally pop the question, but it had to be done.

he leans back, looking above for a moment before looking at you again. “i’m getting tired,” he says, letting out a weak chuckle. self pity. “i lost from the start anyway," he sniffles, still fighting back from letting the tears flow.

“but why did you still continue?”

“well, i wanted you to see.” kuni stands up. “see what?” you followed him. 

“what love did to me.” he said, opening the door.

“and just how much power you actually had over me," the door shuts.

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[dianawinchester03]

Season 1, Episode 9 - Home

Series Masterlist

(Slight TW: Reader has a minor panic attack on the first scene. As someone who suffered with panic attacks frequently, I wrote it to the best that I could explain from my experience. You can skip if you'd like but it partly adds to the plot.)

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Y/N's POV

Fire blasting and burning down a house.

A woman with her two young kids at the window, screaming for help.

A lamp cord wrapped around Sam's neck choking him to death.

Dean with an ax in his hand, knocking down a wall, then a knife flies at him, stabbing him in his heart.

People screaming for mercy.

My eyes fly open after being screwed shut. Realizing it was all just a dream I try to catch my breath. I can feel my head stinging with a horrible headache. I woke up drenched in my own sweat that's running down my neck and forehead. I look over frantically at the beds next to me to see Sam and Dean still asleep on their respective beds. I push my covers off and run into the bathroom. Splashing my face with cold water.

What was that? Was that a vision? It couldn't be. I'm not psychic like my mom, if I was it would've shown up long before. Holy fuck. Am I late bloomer or some shit? It felt way to real to be just a dream. No no no this can't be happening. I couldn't be psychic. I can't be. It should've shown up sooner.

God how I going to explain this to the boys. Are they gonna hate me? I'm overthinking. If I don't stop I'll start to hyperventilate. Calm down girl CALM DOWN. Relax. Just count like dad always thought you when this happens.

I could feel my heart racing, it's beating escalating by the second. Practically pumping out of my chest. I struggle to get air into my lungs, I could feel my breathing falter as my mind swirls, the images of that family burning alive, the agony they went through. My palms begin to clam up and I could feel my head growing lighter.

"One...breath...Two...breath...Three..." I whisper to myself counting until ten. My back presses against the door as I slide down it. I curl into a ball, pulling my knees to my chest. Crying, begging for that to not be a vision. Please just be a dream. Please just be a dream. I don't want to be psychic. I can't be. I can't be. I know it's supposed to be a gift but I don't want it!!

I hear light knocking on the bathroom door, "Y/N/N? Is everything okay?" I hear Deans soft voice outside, concern seeping through his tone. I sniffle and scoot to the side, opening the door. His face drops when he sees me on the floor, my tear stained face buried in my hands.

"Princess...what's wrong?" He instantly wraps his arms around me, sinking in the floor next to me and I bury my face in his chest sobbing. I could feel everything in that dream. Everything that those dying people were feeling. "I-I d-don't wan-" I struggle to get the words out, coughing through my tears.

"Hey shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I've got you" He coos in my ear, patting my head soothingly. "Was it a nightmare?" He asks me gently. "I don't know" My voice cracking. "It's okay, you don't need to talk about it. I'm here. Just let it out" He whisper into my ear, giving me a kiss on my forehead and the top of my head.

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"Alright, I've been cruising some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig" Dean tells us but my mind is still stuck on the dream I had last night, currently I'm drawing the house I saw in my dream. Something about it seems so familiar but I can't pinpoint what or why.

I'm sitting across from him at the desk on their motel room while Sam is on his bed, drawing like me. "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, it's crew vanished" He says, taking a sip of his coffee. "And uh...we've got some cattle mutilations in West Texas" He continues to list. "Hey!" He calls out to me and Sam annoyed, we look up from our pads.

"Am I boring you two with this hunting evil stuff?" He asks us, glaring. "No. I'm listening. Keep going" Sam says quietly. "Yeah, me too. Continue" I say, looking back down at my pad with the drawing. "And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times" Dean emphasized the last part.

"Any of these things blowing up your skirt, princess?" He asks me, waving his hand in my face. I scan over my drawing and something clicks in my head. "Wait, I've seen this." Sam says. "Holy shit." I whisper to myself. "What?" Sam asks going to his bag to get something.

I go into my bag and pull out an old picture my dad had with him, mom, John, Mary and a four year old Dean outside of their old house. "What're you guys doing?" Dean asks Sam. Sam pulls out an old picture of Mary and Dean. Comparing it to the picture he drew of a tree and it was identical to the tree in the picture behind them.

"Look at this" I show Sam the picture of the house that I drew and the picture of our parents and Dean as a kid, behind is John and Mary'a old house...identical to the one that I drew from my dream. Sam is stunned by this, "You saw it too..." He said lowly and I nod shakily.

"Dean. I know where we have to go next" I say shakily. "Where?" Dean asked confused. "Back home. Back to Kansas" Sam says and Dean seems shocked by this. "Okay, random. Where did that come from?" He asks us. "Alright, these pictures were taken infront of our old house, right?" Sam takes the picture from my hand and his picture, showing it to Dean.

"This is house where your mom died?" I asked. "Yeah." Dean confirms looking at the picture. "It didn't burn down completely like Y/N's parents house. They rebuilt it, right?" Sam asks. "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you guys talking about?" Dean asks us confused. "Okay look. This is gonna sound crazy but the people who live in your old house...I think they might be in danger..." I trail off looking at Sam.

"We think they might be in danger" Sam says. "Why would you guys think that?" Dean asks. "Uh..just...um..Look just— You gotta trust us on this, okay?" Sam stutters trying to come up with an excuse, grabbing his bag and I go to grab mine. "Okay, whoa, whoa. Trust you?" Dean gets up from the table as we pack our stuff.

"Yeah" Sam says. "Come on guys. That's weak. You gotta give me a little more than that" Dean says. "I can't really explain it is all." Sam says. "Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do" Dean says annoyed and Sam turn to him sighing. "I have these nightmares" Sam begins. "So do I" I add. "I've noticed" Dean says sympathetically, probably due to my episode last night.

"And sometimes...they come true" Sam says and Dean is stunned. "Come again?" Dean asks. "Look, Dean..I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened." Sam tells him. "Sam, people have weird dreams man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence" Dean assured him, sitting on the bed.

"No. I dreamt about the blood dripping; her on the ceiling, the fire. Everything and I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it" Sam argues. "It's true Dean. Days before me and my dad argued. I dreamt about it, I dreamt about me leaving and before you try to feed me that psychology bullshit. I'm not gonna eat it. Just listen to us. Please." I plead with him and Dean sighs shaking his head.

"The day Jessica died...I had this erring feeling that something bad was gonna happen all day. Then we heard Sam scream...." I confess and Sam looks at me shocked. "Really?" He asks. "Yeah. I'm sorry Sam I didn't k-" I go to say but he cuts me off. "It's not your fault. It's okay. You don't need to apologize" He assures me with a small smile and I sigh.

"Look Dean. We're dreaming about that tree, about our house and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean. That's where it all started man. This has to mean something right?" Sam tries to reason frustrated. "I don't know" Dean says shaking his head.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I ask him frustrated. "Dean. You found me on the floor last night crying. It was because I dreamt that! Exactly what Sam saw, I did too!" I exclaim and he looks at me shocked. "I felt the pain, the misery, the anguish, everything. As if I was there" I tell him, tears forming in my eyes. Don't be a little bitch y/n, tough it out.

"This woman might be in danger. I mean this might even be the thing that killed our moms and Jessica!" Sam exclaims. "Alright. Just slow down would you?!" Dean yells, getting up from the bed and walking over to the desk. "I mean, first you tell me you two have got the Shining and then you tell me that I've gotta go back home. Especially when..." Deans voice is shaky as he trails off.

"When what?" Sam asks. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there" Dean says sadly and my heart drops. I didn't even think about that. Dean saw everything that happened to his mom that night and then heard about everything that happened to mine. Of course he wouldn't want to go back. Gosh I feel so stupid and selfish now.

"Dean..." I say softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't think of it like that" I apologize, putting my hand on his shoulder comfortingly and he looks down sadly. "Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure" Sam pleads. And he looks back at Sam with anguish in his eyes, then back at me he sighs. "I know we do" He says understandably.

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The boys and I pull up to their old house, by just the look on Deans face you can tell it's already hard enough on him. "You gonna be alright, charming?" I ask him softly, concerned. "Let me get back to you on that, Princess" He says quickly, staring at the house.

We all exit the Impala and walk towards the house. I take the initiative to knock on the door and after a couple seconds a young blonde woman answers it...the same woman from my dream. My breath hitches in my throat when she comes into view and I notice Sam is taken back by it too. Holy fuck it was real.

"Yes?" She asks us sweetly after opening the door. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. But uh we're with the Federal-" Dean goes to lie but Sam cuts him off. "I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean and our best friend Y/N L/N. Umm...we used to live here. Y/N used to live down the block" Sam says, I notice the look of panic on Deans face when Sam spills the beans.

"You know, we were just driving by and the boys were wondering if we could come and see the old place" I say sweetly. "Winchester and L/N....Yeah that's so funny. You know I think I found some of your photos the other night" The woman says with a smile on her face. "You did?" Dean asks shocked.

She looks at us hesitantly for a second before inviting us in. "Okay, come on in" She opens the door wider and we all look at each other with a pleasant smile on our faces towards her and enter. She introduced herself as Jenny as we follow into the kitchen behind her to see a toddler boy, no older than 3, in his crib bouncing up and down chanting.

The second I entered, I felt a heavy sense in the house. I could feel a weight on my chest, like I couldn't breath when I entered. It felt dark, evil, brooding...I couldn't explain it but it wasn't good whatsoever. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

"Juice, Juice, Juice" and a young girl probably around 10, seemingly doing homework at the kitchen dining table. "That's Richie. He's kind of a juice junkie." She introduces her son, going into the locked fridge and getting a sippy cup with juice.

"But hey. At least he won't get scurvy" He smiles at him, giving him his juice. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean and Y/N. Sam and Dean used to live here." Jenny tells her young daughter, Sari, at the dining table. "Hi" Sari says with a pleasant smile on her face. "Hey, Sari" I say sweetly while Sam and Dean wave at her.

"So you just moved in?" Dean asks. "Yeah. From Wichita" Jenny informs us. "You got family here, or..?" I ask curiously. "No, I just..uh..um..needed a fresh start, that's all" She stummers on her words as we nod. "So new town, new job— I mean, as soon as I find one. New house" She says with an awkward smile.

I look at the corner of my eye to see an unease but sad smile on Deans face. "So, how are you liking it so far?" Sam asks. She turns to us a bit unsure, "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home...I mean, I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here...but this place has its issues" She puts it vaguely.

"What do you mean?" I ask concerned. "Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly." She explains and that sets alarms off in my head. "Well, that's too bad. What else?" Dean asks. "Um...Sinks backed up. There's rats in the basement" Jenny further informs us and Deans frown deepens.

She realizes how it might sound and quickly apologizes, "Im sorry. I don't mean to complain" She says sincerely but he smiles reassuringly. "No. Have you see the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Dean asks. "It's just the scratching, actually" She says lowly. "Mom?" Sari calls Jenny over.

"Ask them if it was here when they lived here" Sari says and our faces drop. "What, Sari?" Sam asks her. "The thing in my closet" She says. "Oh, no, baby. There was nothing in their closets. Right?" Jenny tries to convince Sari and herself, turning to us for back up. "Right. No, no, of course not" I tell Sari nicely with a smile on my face.

"She had a nightmare the other night" Jenny tells us. "I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire" Sari insists and the boys and I share bewildered looks.

We're now walking out of their old house and as soon as we left, the feeling I was getting when we entered the house was gone. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I've never felt this was on other hunts before, I can't tell why I felt like that in Sam and Deans old house. It makes no sense.

"You hear that? A figure on fire" Sam says a bit panicked as we leave the house, walking down the porch. "And that woman, Jenny, that was the women from your dreams?" Dean asks us. "Yeah" I confirm, "And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights. Both signs of a malevolent spirit" I list off as we walk towards the car.

"Yeah, well. I'm just freaked out that the two of you guys weirdo visions are coming true" Dean says roughly and I roll my eyes. "Thanks" I grumble sarcastically and his face drops when he remembers that my mom was psychic. "Y/N I'm so-" He goes to apologize but I cut him off. "Forget about that for a second" I say bluntly.

"The thing in the house, you think its the thing that killed our moms and Jessica?" Sam asks. "I don't know" Dean says frustrated. "Well, I mean. Has it come back or has it been there the whole time?" I ask. "Or maybe it's something else entirely guys. We don't know yet" Dean argues. "Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house" Sam defends.

"And we will." Dean says and goes to go into the car but I stop him, "No, we mean now" I argue. "And how you gonna do that huh? You got a story that she'll believe!?" Dean gets into my face and argues back. "Then what are we supposed to do?!" I yell frustrated, taking a deep breath.

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"We just need to chill out, that's all" Dean tells us as he filled up Baby with fuel. We're all at a gas station, Sam outside leaning against the car next to me while I'm smoking a cigarette. "If this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" I ask as I take one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it on the ground and crushing it with the heel of my boot.

Sam takes a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with. We'd dig into the history of the house." He answers, walking over to Dean who's by the trunk. "Exactly, except this time we already know what happened" Dean says. "Yeah but how much do we even know? How much do you actually remember?" I ask Dean gently, walking over to them and leaning against the trunk next to Sam.

"About that night you mean?" He asks. "Yeah" Sam says and Dean shakes his head. "Not much. I remember the fire. The heat...." Dean says taking a deep breath, reminiscing on the events of the unfaithful night. I could see the flash of emotions as he talks about it. "....then I carried you out the front door" Me and Sam head snap up when Dean says this.

"You did?" Sam asks surprised. "Yeah. Why. You never knew that?" Dean says casually. "No" Sam shakes his head. "And, uh, well you know Dad and Mr. L/N's stories as well as I do. Mom was...was on the ceiling. And so was Mrs. L/N. Whatever put them there was long gone by the time our dads found them" Dean says trying to suppress his emotions.

I just stare at the floor as he talks about it. A lump growing in my throat. I never knew my mom obviously. Granted neither did Sam. Hell, Dean knew my mom more than me. Dean used tell me about when he was little, my mom and dad used to babysit him every so often whenever John and Mary needed the assistance.

He always loved being around my mom because apparently she used to make him pie. Apple pie, his favorite. She used to sneak him slices to carry home because his mom didn't want him eating too much sweets. From what I can tell, they shared a really close bond.

He absolutely adored her and I can tell that when he found out the same thing happened killed my mom, it truly affected him. He lost two mother figures in a span of a couple months, I may have never known my mom but by the stories I've heard. I know she was an amazing woman that I'd wish to be like someday.

"And they never had any theories about what did it?" Sam asks Dean. "If they did, they kept it between themselves" Dean says, turning around to lean against baby with us, me in the middle of the boys. "God knows we asked them enough times" I scoff. "Okay, so if we're gonna figure out what's going on now...we have to figure out what happened back then...and see if it's the same thing" Sam says.

"Yeah. We'll talk to our dads friends, neighbors. People who were there at the time" Dean says nodding. "Does this feel like just another job to you fellas?" I ask ironically. Sam chuckles dryly but Dean doesn't answer. Taking it into thought before excusing himself, "I'll be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom" He says walking away.

"Yeah, me too" I say to Sam, walking towards the bathroom. I'm just a couple feet behind Dean, when I bend the corner I see him dialing a number into his phone and put it to his ear. "Dad....I know I've left you messages before. I've left F/N messages and so have Y/N. I don't even know if you get them" He clears his throat lightly.

"But I'm with Sam and Y/N. And we're in Lawrence...and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not...but.." He trails off before taking a deep breath. "I don't know what to do" His voice cracks when he says this and my heart sinks in my chest. I could just cry hearing the way he sounds so defeated. "So, whatever you and Mr. L/N are doing. If you two could just get here....Please" He pleads.

"I need your help, Dad" He finishes, sounding like he's in the verge of tears before hanging up the phone. He turns around to see me, his face dropping probably at the fact I just heard everything. "Dean..." My tone is sad, concerned and soft. As I say this, his head drops and it's like the dam broke and he couldn't hold back his tears.

I rush over to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, his arms wrap around my waist. I pull him close as he buries his face into my hair on the side of my neck sobbing. "Hey shhhh, it's okay darling. I've got you" I coo soothingly into his ear while he sobs softly, his body trembling. "We'll find them, I promise. Okay?" I pull away and take his face in-between the palm of my hands.

"I promise" I say again, a little more firmly. He nods weakly as I wipe away some of his tears with my thumb before pressing a kiss to his cheek and holding him again tightly. "I'm here, just let it out" I say softly as I rub my fingers in his hair.

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"So you, John Winchester and F/N L/N. You guys used to own this garage a long time ago?" Dean asks Guenthur. After calming down and leaving the gas station. We all decided to go to our dads' old garage they owned together with an old friend of theirs and ask him a couple questions. "Yeah, we used to. A long time ago" Guenthur says chuckling a bit, he then turns to us wiping his hands with his rag.

"Matter of fact, it must be 20 years since John and F/N disappeared. So why are the cops interested all of a sudden?" He asks us suspiciously. "Oh, we're reopening unsolved cases. The Winchester and L/N disappearances are a couple of them, seeing as they're closely related" I say professionally and the boys nod along in agreement.

"Well, what do you wanna know about John and F/N" Guenthur asks us. "Whatever you remember, you know? Whatever sticks out in your mind" Dean says. "Well, he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that. And F/N was a bit of a dick but boy that man could put down in a drinking contest" He tells us chuckling and we all chuckle along with him.

"And whatever the game, John hated to lose, you know? It was that whole marine thing. And F/N, despite whatever he had a heart of gold. He had this tough way about him, you know he's seen some shit" Guenthur chuckles and I nod along listening. "They sure loved their wives. Mary and M/N. And they dotted on their kids" He says.

I see Dean's face drop again at the mention of our moms. "But that was before the fires?" I ask. "That's right" Guenthur confirms. "They ever talk about what happened those nights?" Sam asks. "No. Not at first. I think they were in shock." He tells us. "Right. But eventually. What did they say about it?" I ask.

"They weren't thinking straight. John kept saying something caused that fire and killed Mary." Guenthur says. "They ever say what did it?" Dean asks. "Nothing did it. It was an accident. An electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something" Guenthur assures us. "I begged F/N to get him some help instead he bought into it and uh...." Guenthur explains to us and trails off, looking down.

"And what?" I insist. "Well they just got worse and worse" He tells us. "How?" Dean asks. "Oh, they started reading these strange old books that F/N had. F/N took him to this palm reader in town that was friends with M/N" He told us and Dean looks over at me. "Palm reader? Do you have a name?" He asks him. "No" Guenthur scoffs.

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Later we're by a pay phone and Sam's going through the phone book while Dean and I lean against baby. "So there are a few psychics and palm readers in town." Sam tells us. "There's uh, someone named El Divino. There's the mysterious Mr. Fortensky." He says the last part chuckling.

"Uh, Missouri Mosley. Some dude named—" He goes to continue but Dean cuts him off. "Wait wait. Missouri Mosley?" Dean asks. "What?" Sam asks confused. "That's a psychic?" He further questions. "Yeah. Yeah I guess so." Sam says and Dean gets off of baby and opens the backdoor, grabbing John's journal.

"Dad journal. Come here look at this" He tells us as he opens it and we walk over to take a look. "First page. First sentence. Read that." He hands me the book and Sam stands next to me. "I went to Missouri and I learned the truth. What F/N was telling me was true" I read out loud off the page and look back up at the boys.

"I always thought he meant the state" Dean says.

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After we found Missouri's shop location in the phone book. It wasn't too far so we hopped into baby and headed on over. Now sitting in the waiting area, a dark skinned middle aged woman comes out talking to a middle aged man.

"Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you" She assures the man, smiling. "Well, thank you" The man thanks her and leaves. When he leaves she looks at us and takes a deep breath, "Poor bastard. His woman is cold banging the gardener" She tells us and I cock my eyebrow at this.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asks and she turns to us. "People don't come here for the truth. They come here for good news" She tells us bluntly. "Well. Sam, Dean and Y/N, come on already. I ain't got all day" She says a bit annoyed and we sit there stunned. Guess she really is a psychic.

We follow behind her into what looks like her office. "Well, let me look at you" She smiles laughing. "You boys grew up handsome" She compliments them. "And you, Y/N. Oh you look just like your mother. As beautiful as ever" She says sincerely to me, a bit of tears in her eyes. "Thank you" I say softly.

She smiles at me and then turns to Dean. "And you were one goofy looking kid too" She turns to Dean laughing while me and Sam snicker. "You ain't wrong there" I mutter and Deans head snaps on my direction, giving me a slight glare. I scrunch my nose at him before flashing him a wink and he rolls his eyes scoffing, Missouri's eyes glances between us for a couple seconds with a sly smirk on her face.

She then takes Sam's hand with a smile, "Sam. Oh, honey" She gasps sadly, her smile dropping. Sam seems a bit weirded out by this. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend" She tells him sincerely. "And your fathers. They're missing?" She asks us and we're all surprised, taken back at her accuracy.

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asks. "Well...you were just thinking it just now" She tells us. "Where are they? Are they okay?" Dean asks concerned. "I don't know" She tells us. "Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean asks a bit annoyed. "Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?!" She exclaims annoyed while Dean looks like a little boy being scolded by his parent.

Me and Sam stifle our laughter at Dean being told off. "I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please" She orders us, gesturing to some chairs and the boys take a seat. I don't hold back my laughter anymore. "I like you Ms. Moseley" I smile at her and she flashes me a grin. "Please. Call me Missouri" She says and I sit inbetween the boys.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon!" She suddenly snaps at Dean and he freezes. "I didn't do anything" He says defensively. "Well, you were thinking about it" She shoots back and he looks at us before shrugging. Me and Sam smile at the sight and stifle our laughter.

"Okay. So our dads. When did you first meet them?" Sam asks her. "They came for a reading. A couple months after Mary died, it was also a few days after M/N died" She says sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. "F/N referred him to me because M/N was a good friend of mine. I just convinced John about what was really out there in the dark because he wouldn't believe F/N. I guess you could say, I helped draw back the curtains for him" She explains to us.

"What about the fires?" Dean asked. "Do you know about what killed our moms?" I ask. "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing" She tells us. "And could you?" Sam asks and she shakes her head. "I don't..." She hesitates.

"What was it?" I ask shakily. "I don't know." She says. "Ohhhhh....but it was evil" Her voice goes low and my breath hitches. Missouri looks at me and narrows her eyes. "You felt it didn't you?" She asks me and I look down. I notice the boys heads snap over at me shocked. "I don't know what I felt. But it wasn't good" I say.

"So what? Y/N's psychic too?" Dean pipes up. "No" "Possibly" Me and Missouri say at the same time. "It's not possible" I shake my head. "I would've known by now" I say firmly and Missouri frowns. "There are such a thing as late bloomers. It is possible Y/N. You could be unintentionally blocking your abilities on your own" She tells me.

"How?" Sam asks. "I can't say. Only Y/N would know" She says gently, looking at me. I shake my head and I notice the boys give me a sympathetic look. "So, you think somethings back in that house?" Missouri asks us changing the subject which I am grateful for. "Definitely" Sam says nodding.

"I don't understand" Missouri sighs. "What?" I ask. "I haven't been back inside but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet. They never rebuilt F/N's old house. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?" She questions.

"I don't know. But our dads going missing and Jessica dying and now this house....all happening at once, it just feels like something is starting" Sam replies and I nod in agreement. "That's a comforting thought" Dean says sarcastically.

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We convinced Missouri to come with us back to Sam and Dean's old house to take a look at the place. Now knocking at the front door, Jenny answers with her son Richie on her hip. "Sam, Dean, Y/N" She breathes out a bit relieved, looking like she was just frightened. "What're you doing here?" She asks us.

"Hey, Jenny." Sam says softly. "Um, this is our friend, Missouri" Sam introduces Missouri. "If it's not too much. We were hoping to show her the old house. You know? For old times sake" Dean says nicely as Missouri smiles at Jenny who looks at us a bit awkwardly.

"You know what? This isn't a good time" Jenny denies and goes to close the door. "Listen Jenny, it's important- OW!" Dean tries to budge but Missouri smacks him upside his head. "Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset?" Missouri snaps at him while Sam and I bit back our laughter.

"Forgive this boy. He means well. He's just not the sharpest tool on the shed. But hear me out" Missouri turns to Jenny, pleading with her nicely while Dean glares at her. Sam and I are shocked by this but try to stifle back our snickers. "About what?" Jenny asks, exasperated.

"About this house" Missouri states. "What're you talking about?" Jenny asks us but I get the sense she knows more than she's letting on. "I think you know what she's talking about" I chime in, giving her a knowing look and she looks down guiltily. Missouri flashes me a small smile before turning to Jenny.

"You think there's something in this house. Something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Missouri adds and Jenny takes a deep panicked breath. "Who are you?" She asks us. "We're people who can help. Who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us just a little" Missouri says calmly and Jenny hesitates a little bit before obliges, letting us in.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it" Missouri says as we walk into Saris room. "Why?" Sam asks. "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened" She informs us. Sam looks visibly nervous, his Adam's apple bobs as he takes a look around the room.

As I look around the room I could feel the darkness surrounding the room that I felt earlier, this time. It's a lot heavier, more potent. It didn't feel like just one thing. It felt like there's a ton of dark shit in here and it's not letting up easily.

Dean seems a bit nervous too as he pulls out his EMF meter, powering it up. Missouri turns to him and asks, "That an EMF?" He looks up, "Yeah" He responds. "Amateur" She scoffs and he glares at her a bit. She walks around the room, touching various items and Deans EMF goes off a bit, the red lights and noise blurring.

"I don't know if you kids should be disappointed or relieved but this ain't the thing that took your moms" She tells us and we're all stunned. "Are you sure? How do you know?" Sam asks shakily. "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's something different" She explains to us.

"What is it?" Dean asks and she walks over to the closet, opening it. It felt like a flash of energy just came out of it as she opened it. "Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place" Missouri states and I gasp lowly. "You felt it too didn't you. Don't deny it" She turns to me.

"I-" I stutter on my words, not able to explain. I can't be psychic. I just shrug, not looking her in her eyes that are narrowed in my direction."What're they doing here?" Dean asks. "They're here because of what happened to your family" She says, walking back to us. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walks this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes wounds get infected." She explains.

"I don't understand" Sam says. "This place is a magnet for paranormal energy" She elaborates and turns looking around the room. "It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead" Missouri says morbidly and I feel a pain in my chest. "You said there was more than one spirit" I say.

She turns to me and nods in confirmation. "There is" She says and walks back into the closet. "I just can't quite make out the second one" Missouri says and asks me. "Can you?". I struggle to answer. "I don't know. But all I know is this don't feel good at all" I say shakily. "Well one things for damn sure. Nobody's dying in this house ever again" Dean states firmly.

"So whatever is here, how do we stop it?" He asks Missouri.

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We're all now sitting downstairs in Jenny's living room and Missouri set out a bunch of stuff on the table. "So what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asks curiously as he sits by the table. I'm sitting next to him, my chair turned backwards with me straddling it and Sam standing next to me, leaning against the table with his hands.

"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt. A few other odds and ends" She lists off, pointing at each item. "Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" I ask. "We're gonna put them inside the walls, in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house" Missouri explains.

"We're gonna be punching holes in the drywall, Jenny's gonna love that" Dean replies with sarcasm, looking at me and Sam. "She'll live" Missouri retorts. "And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asks. "It should. It should purify the house completely" Missouri responds with a nod.

"We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to....things are gonna get bad" She warns us.

We got Jenny to leave the house for a couple hours so we can work on the house. Missouri is outside escorting her to her car. Sam's takes upstairs, while Missouri takes the basement and Dean and I took the kitchen. Dean pulls out an axe and starts breaking the wall with it, putting the bag inside....just like my dream....if it's true then that means...

"Holy shit" I gasp. "What?" Dean asks me concerned. "You breaking the wall. I dreamt that. And I dreamt Sam getting strangled with a cord" I tell him quickly. "Duck!" I yell and pull him to the ground. The knife was flying towards us, it stabs the cupboard above us.

We grab a table, knocking it down and using it as a shield, knives stabbing through it. "You dreamt me getting stabbed too, didn't you?" He asks me and I nod quickly. "Oh shit. Sam!" I gasp, realization takes over Deans face and we bolt upstairs.

We run into the room to see Sam on the ground with the cord wrapped around his neck, gasping for breath. "Sam!" Dean exclaims, he tries to pull the cord off, grunting but it wouldn't budge. I see the bag with the stuff Missouri gave us to put in the walls next to Sam.

I take it up and kick a hole in the wall which part Sam was supposed to put and and chuck it in the hole. Suddenly a blast of white light takes over the house, temporarily blinding us. I cover my head with my arms and Dean does the same.

I rush over to Sam to see the cord has loosen. He takes a deep breath, catching his breath and we pull it out from around his neck, holding him up. I sigh in relief as I hold my best friend in my arms. Dean lets out a sigh too, holding his little brother.

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Later we're all back downstairs in the kitchen, that's in quite the mess. "You sure this is over?" I ask Missouri. "I'm sure" she says, turning to me. "Why? Why do you ask?" She questions. "Never mind. It's nothing I guess" I say and we hear the front door open and close.

I'm still a bit unsure about this whole thing, the place still feels a bit heavy but maybe I'm just being paranoid. I notice Sam seems uneasy about it too but he chooses not to say anything. The light turns on, "Hello, we're home" Jenny announces her presence, walking in with Richie on her hip and holding Saris hand.

She looks around in shock at the mess the place is in. "What happened?" She asks us worried. "Hi. Sorry uh. We'll pay for all of this" Sam apologizes and I notice Dean look at him like 'We will?'. "Don't you worry. Deans gonna clean up this mess" Missouri tells her and his eyebrows cock up at this.

"Well, what are you waiting for boy? Get the mop" She orders him in a motherly tone and he goes to walk off. "And don't cuss at me" She snaps and he turns back surprised. I hold back a snicker at his reaction as he goes to get the mop, mumbling to himself angrily. I chuckle at the interaction, my heart swelling a bit at the cute look in Deans face when he's mumbling like a child.

He's so freaking adorable. Wait. What? I think to myself. Missouri head snaps to me when I have this thought, a sly look on her face and she flashes me a wink. I look at her confused and she comes closer to me and whispers, "You'd be surprised at what he thinks of you". I cock my eyebrow in confusion and she shakes her head in amusement.

We all leave the house after cleaning up in a orderly fashion, turning back to Jenny and waving at her as we leave.

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"Alright so tell me again. What are we still doing here?" Dean asks us a bit annoyed. We're all outside of their old house in the Impala. "I don't know. I-I just uh-" I stutter on my words. "We still have a bad feeling" Sam pipes up. "Why?" Dean asks up exasperated. "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubinstein thing. The house should be clean. This should be over" He adds turning to us.

"Yeah. Well, probably. But we just wanna make sure. That's all." I tell him and he sighs, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah, well. Problem is. I could be sleeping in a bed right now" Dean groans. I look at the window to Jenny's room, she's banging on her window and it looks like she's screaming "Help!".

I nudge Sam roughly. "Sam. Dean!" I exclaim and we all rush out of the car. "You two grab the kids. I'll get Jenny!" He tells us as we run up the porch and knock the front door down. I run into Richies room and grab him, holding him to my chest. "Help! Please!" I hear screaming from Saris room.

When I run in I see Sam standing stunned at the door, what looks like a figure of a man in bursting flames while Sari is on her bed screaming for help. Sam rushes in and I hold Richie to my chest, clutching him closely. "Come here. Come here. Don't look. Don't look" He goes in and gets Sari, picking her up on his hip and we all run downstairs.

Sam rests down Sari and I rest down Richie when we get downstairs. "Alright. Sari. Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back okay, sweetie?" I tell her gently. Suddenly something grabs me and Sam by our feet, pulling up down the hall causing Sari to scream. Grabbing her brother she runs outside where Dean and Jenny should be.

The force pulls us, dragging us across the hall and into the kitchen, knocking us into the table. The force throws us all across the room, into the fridge, into the wall, across the floor, into the counter, like we're rag dolls. Me and Sam groan in pain getting to our feet.

We hear the door getting knocked doing, assuming it's Dean we go to bolt for the door but the force grabs us again, throwing us into the wall and we grunt in pain. "God dammit!" I scream, trying to pull out of the force as Sam does the same but fails while screaming.

The door finally breaks and we hear Dean yell, "SAM! Y/N!". But the flaming figure that we saw in Sari's room earlier appears again in front of us, making its way slowly to us. Our faces contort in pure fear. I look at the figure properly, my heart beating out of its chest when it comes into view clearly.

It was familiar...too familiar. A face I only saw in old pictures. "What the fuck?" Sam whispers stunned. "No fucking way" I breath out in shock. "Sam? Y/N?" We hear Deans footsteps and voice in the house. When he walks into room and aims his gun at the figure, ready to shoot.

"No! Don't! Don't!" Me and Sam yell for him to stop. "What? Why?!" Dean yells back in confusion. "Because we know who it is" Sam says. "We can see her now" I say and the figure diminishes the fire to reveal...Mary. Sam and Deans mom. Dean lowers his gun in shock, fear, confusion. "Mom?" Dean says softly. Mary takes a few steps closer to him with a small smile on her face.

"Dean" She says sweetly and tears well up in Deans eyes. She then walks over to Sam who has breathing is rugged but smiles tearfully looking at his mother. "Sam" She says softly and then turns to me, the smile growing wider on her face. "Y/N" She says nicely, tears welling up in her eyes when she turns back to Sam.

"I'm sorry" She says apologetically to him, tears streaming down both our faces. "For what?" Sam asks tearfully and she doesn't answer, she just has this look of guilt on her face. She then turns and looks up to where Sams nursery was. "You get out of my house. And let go on my son and his best friend" She demanding tone.

Right after she says this, flames engulf her own body and the burst of flames fly up to the ceiling. The boys and I try to turn our heads away but we're too stunned by what's happening. After that, the force that was pinning us to the wall falters and we're free.

The weight on my chest that I felt earlier was suddenly gone. The brooding darkness that was there, erased. We look around, gasping for breath. "Mom?" Dean whispers, looking around. Sam and I walk forwards from against the wall, "Now it's over" I say to the boys nodding.

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The next day after the events in their old house, the boys and I are outside by the Impala and Jenny hands Dean some of the old pictures she found of their family. There's one with a young John and Mary, one with my parents when they were young, another with all of our parents, one with a four year old Dean holding 6 month old Sam and another with Dean holding a 6 month old me.

Dean smiles at the photo and looks at Jenny, "Thanks for these" He says gratefully. "Don't thank me, they're yours" She responds with a smile. He hands me the picture and I put it in a box with their old stuff, I walk back up to the steps by the front door where Sam is sitting and I take a seat next to him, leaving Jenny and Dean to talk.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore" Missouri tells us as she exits the front door. "This time for sure" She assures us confidently, taking a seat next to me. "Not even my mom?" Sam asks. "No" Missouri says softly, shaking her head and Sam nods. "What happened?" I ask her.

"Mary's spirt and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out" She explains to us and then looks at Sam. "Your mom destroyed herself going after the thing" Missouri says sadly. "Why would she do something like that?" Sam asks tearfully. "Well to protect her boys and their best friend, of course" She assures us and we nod with tears in our eyes.

"Sam...Y/N, I'm sorry" She apologizes. "For what?" Sam asks a bit confused. "You two sensed it here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't" She tells us. "What's happening to us?" Sam asks. "I know I should have all the answers but....I don't know" Missouri says honestly. "Am I psychic like my mom?" I ask her shakily.

"It's possible. Very possible. Even if you don't want the gift, it's yours to bear. Only time will tell" She says softly, I drop my head nodding."Sam, Y/N. You guys ready?" We hear Dean call out to us. We get up and walk towards the Impala. "Thanks Sam and Y/N" Jenny thanks us and we give her a nod.

"Don't you kids be strangers" Missouri calls out to us. I turn to her with a small smile on my face. "We won't" Dean says smiling back at her. "See you around" She says and Jenny gives us a small wave. We hop into Baby, Sam in shotgun and me in the back, Dean starts the ignition and we're off.

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Third Person POV

Missouri enters her shop, closing the door behind her. She feels presences in her home, resting her bag down she sighs. "That boy and that girl. I mean, they have such powerful abilities. Why they couldn't sense their own fathers, I have no idea" She says, turning around in the seats where Sam, Dean and Y/N were earlier is John Winchester and F/N L/N in their place.

John takes his face out of his hands and looks at Missouri. "Mary's spirit? Do you really think she saved the kids?" John asks her, clasping his hands infront of him. "I do" Missouri confirms and John looks down at his wedding band tearfully.

"And M/N's spirit. Was she there at all?" F/N asks a bit hopefully but Missouri shakes her head. "I can assure you, she's resting peacefully. I've made note of that" She assures him, tears in her eyes thinking of her deceased friend. "John Winchester and F/N L/N I could just slap you two. Why don't you two go talk to your children?!" She angrily shouts at the grown men.

"We want to" F/N says shaking his head, John still looking down at his wedding band tearfully. "You have no idea how much we wanna see them. But we can't" John says, looking up. "I just want to see my little girl, and give her a hug. But not yet" F/N says, holding back tears. They both look over at Missouri.

"Not until we know the truth" John says, determined.

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Authors Note: This chapter is unedited so please excuse any mistake, I will be editing it when I get a chance. I hope whoever is reading enjoys!! I really do pray you guys love Y/N's character because bits and pieces of her personality come from me. I'm having so much fun writing this so don't be ghost readersss so please comment and tell me your thoughts and opinions.

Next chapter is out in a couple days so be sure to look out for that.

Xoxo.

[atopvisenyashill]

alright things i liked

baela pointing out that jace is not the first bastard to inherit a seat that isn’t his by blood. that was a fun convo and i loved the back and forth and i love that she comes at it like “why are you moping do you think you’re the only bastard in the fucking world” and jace is like barely able to argue his point that LIVING that reality is so much more draining than she realizes, he’s too busy daydreaming about strangling ulf to death over the kitchen table.

everything helaena did. sensing daemon is having a dragon dream and using it to get him back to rhaenyra’s side, the way she really was listening to alicent’s idea about running away to essos together, letting her mother speak her piece in her defense, then going out onto the balcony knowing aemond is going to corner her and giving him the dressing down of his LIFE while he cries, all very good.

abigail thorne. omg. am i mad she’s not sabitha frey? yes. was she still hilarious? also yes.

ESSOSI OUTFITS THAT LOOK GOOD. WE GOT BLUE HAIR FOLKS!!!!

ulf and hugh and addam. trying to find their place, trying to bond with their dragons and each other, unsure of their footing. addam looked ready to turn to goo in his chair. hugh wincing at every “lowborn” quirk ulf has. ulf going ham on acting like ulf bc he’s nervous & telling jokes to cover it. loved it.

alys alys alys. crying at daemon’s bedside at what’s to come, at what she’s going to face next. do you think she saw simon’s death and wept for her silly uncle. does she grieve her cousins before they have even died. does she weep at daemons bedside knowing she’s leading him to his end.

larys and aegon. the whole scene was so good, the way larys is really trying to convince aegon to leave & fight another day and he has like a VERY solid plan but aegon is so completely shaken up bc he just had no idea aemond hated him that much, this is just what love is to him, is this constant push pull of humiliation and abuse that hes still as blind as he was when he was a child to the way his actions affect aemond.

alfred brune just nervously disappearing into the crowd after Daemon gets everyone singing “god save the queen” is so fucking funny. man is like “oh i misread that one HARDCORE i am about to get ate by a fucjing DRAGON while those two watch and fuck nasty” his ass is GRASS lmao

things that were booty, ass even

every single scene helaena had should have come earlier in the season. there’s no reason alicent & helaena couldn’t have had this convo in the last episode instead of alicent fucking off to the godswood for a swim.

i think it’s fine In Theory that alicent goes to rhaenyra and basically surrenders. she’s been shut out of power, she’s lost control of aemond, she’s terrified for helaena’s safety, and otto who was her rock & partner in all things has been gone for a long while. she’s floundering, her shitty boyfriends have abandoned her, she thinks her only shot is to work out a surrender with rhaenyra. COMMA BUT. caving to rhaenyra saying “i’m gonna have to execute aegon” was dumb & ooc. i’m tired of all these little trips between KL and dragonstone. i think that confrontation lacked a lot of punch, alicent was FAR too calm. idek what they’re doing w alicent’s reactions half the time tbh, this feels once again like being unable to let an actress just look ugly for a minute. even during a scene where she should ostensibly be nervous and freaking out, she looks immaculate & prettily distressed. i’m very much over it esp with how often we’ve seen rhaenyra look banged up or windswept or tired or whatever this season.

officially fridging marilda just takes so much intrigue out of the hull boys & alyn specifically. marilda is the only baseborn or lowborn character we get in the book that isn’t shit talked and this is likely due to alyn making SURE his mother is respected. to cut all of that for….what? more manpain? unacceptable.

pls tell me why tyland gets more haha jokey scenes than baela and rhaena get for any scenes at all. baela fights and SURVIVES the last dragon battle in westeros. rhaena is the last dragon rider until dany. they are powerful political forces just as their grandparents and parents. but they just do NOTHING it is so FRUSTRATING.

in theory i’m fine with aegon thinking sunfyre is dead and then finding out he’s alive bc sunfyre has come to rescue him from something. but if sunfyre doesn’t show up WAY EARLIER than the swan dive, if they CUT SOMEHOW THE SWAN DIVE and we don’t get to see aegon snot-crying and screaming as he holds baela’s burnt open face against a headstone and screams that he’s going to kill her for killing sunfyre while she’s glaring and daring him to fucking do it then, you all will never know peace from me. i will literally never stop bitching i will become the most annoying poster on this website i will find condal and hess and i will-

all build up and for WHAT. did they forget that even tho s6 ended with a bunch of shots of people’s armies moving there was an entire fucking battle that happened and then cersei committed religious terrorism??!!!

OH SO WE KEEP YAPPIN ABOUT DAERON ALL FUCKING SEASON JUST THIS RANDOM ASS FOURTH CHILD THAT WE DIDNT HEAR ABOUT ONCE LAST SEASON, AND ALL WE SAW WAS THAT TWO SECOND SCENE OF TESSARION FROM THE TEASER??

AND WE DONT EVEN SEE DREAMFYRE??

[foundfam2754]

S17e7 live reactions!

spoilers...obviously

am i the only one who's always nervous before a new episode? i just might too invested in this show after all

i have avoided spoilers all day, let's do this thing

why hasn't this FBI director ever come back into the storyline? i feel like it means a big twist might come back in the season finale...

is this unsub connected to gold star???

oh my god his skin jfc

man you know the quiet unsubs are the scariest

WHAT THE FUCK HIS SKULL

this guy is just saying what he needs to isn't he to get out

holy crap okay what a start to this episode

i'm closing my eyes omg

how do you even build something like that in your apartment - WITHOUT getting hurt

OMG WHAT. THE. FUCK. holy crap aisha did you direct this to scare the bejeesus out of me THAT IS HIS ACTUAL SKULL

OH I JUST SAW FELICITY'S NAME COME UP - welcome, dr. jill gideon!!

damn damn damn PG's outfits this ep!! damn

where are tara and dave? and tyler? and everyone else lol

wait also is my favorite friendship group - penelope, her best friends, and her boyfriend

HAHA emily, poor tyler

ok I kinda love tyler the profiler

"flex" lol why did that sound so wrong coming out of paget's mouth

"mr. sensitive" lol buddy's getting hit left and right

i feel like....that's not a lot of files for 4 years

anyone getting "don't 'Emily' me" vibes

not sure you can say that dave - emily "died", and you were buried underground

lol "that's adorable!"

"i don't have asthma" "you will in a minute" lmao i love their friendship

that's an incredible shot omg (of them turned back from each other, holding hands in bed)

okay as a psych major, this whitepaper stuff is really intellectually interesting

OH THE STARE TO MR GREEN

"of course I am, but not with this" lol i love chaotic emily

"Garcia" ah so he's not so in love anymore is he

aww i never really connected with gideon, but I do miss him <3

EMILY YOU WERE FORBIDDEN

aww road trip!

ergh... smarmy lawyer

elias does love a good contingency

man sicarius is a good profiler

holy crap elias you are straight up horrifyingly evil

"polite. nonviolent" lol i love how funny this season is

YOU ARE NOT FRIENDS YOU LOVE HIM HE LOVES YOU PENELOPE YOU ARE KILLING ME

also don't tell me "it's why you and i are finally friends" ISN'T flirting

"thanks, friend!" "you're welcome, friend!" okay they are straight up flirting, listen to the tone, her facial expression, his facial expression, THEY ARE FLIRTING

also calm down kids, jj's right there

"how's hotch?" "what about derek morgan?" "spencer?" lol they're really honing in that our bois are gone :(

AW BB JASON IN THE CORNER IN THE PHOTO FRAME

oh there's a difference between fiancé and fianceé? i didn't think there was

"has a goatee he thinks makes him look very distinguished" lmao

oh my god he slept with her didn't he

HOW WERE GIDEON AND HE FRIENDS AFTER THAT

lol rossi was such a player

HAHA omg EMILY YOU ARE SO BAD. i love how chaotic she's being

why do i have a feeling emma may be a figment of his imagination?

sir, she's bleeding

damn luke's so hot as he's profiling

WHAT? Okay I did not see that coming

BRO I KNEW IT EMMA'S A FIGMENT

luke and the megaphone!! i repeat, luke and the megaphone!!

lol i just realized this show is always sending luke and jj into very dangerous situations

wait this ep is so good man, the plot's amazing and heartbreaking at the same time, we got garvez nuggets, em's hilarious, and aisha's directing is goddamn incredible

NO WAY, THERE'S ANOTHER KIT?

elias is such a good villain, damn

lawyer man, maybe listen to the scary man? don't open it?

and as jill walks in, we continue the trend in this show of david rossi's ex-girlfriends showing up years later to shock him (oh god they’re gonna get married, aren’t they)

tara and luke be like "who's this lady?"

OKAY I'M SO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK LFG

[starchildghost]

too many dreams unsung - set post-episode 78, Imogen doing her best to comfort Laudna in the face of all of the recent Delilah trauma and they share a dream about it. also on ao3

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Ligament Manor creaks around you, a faint glow of purple and red emanating from the flowers outside into your bedroom. Red moon, red scars, red glows all around - you would be sick of it all if this wasn’t such a necessary, welcome change of scenery and responsibility. 

Laudna rests in your arms, finally having wiped herself out after apology after apology and pulling her hair out until you caught her hands, laid her down, and wrapped your arms around her, stilling her self-flagellation for a betrayal she did not commit. Her sleep doesn’t seem to be restful, but you thank whatever god happens to be listening for it nonetheless. 

You should have gone after her. 

You should have gone after her. 

You should have gone after her,

but you didn’t, and you both have to live with the consequences of that. You let yourself get caught in your rage, in your desire to understand, and you had let her run away. You couldn’t find her on your own, and you didn’t go after her. She had slipped through your fingers. No red ribbon, no glowing red scars to hold it fast, to keep her tethered. 

She hadn’t been forthcoming about her night, but you know she hadn’t spent it alone. How could you have been so stupid? 

Just the night before, you’d witnessed Laudna take on Delilah’s visage and attack ghosts that Delilah had made. If she had a kindred soul on Exandria who was not yourself, it would have been those poor, poor people, and instead Laudna shouted that she had killed them once and would do so again, siccing Delilah’s dog on them once more. 

You had seen the shift in her form of dread - no longer the Sun Tree, no longer the new beginning she had seemed to think her resurrection had brought - instead, a choker, a high collar, and green necrotic energy sparking off of her. 

And you let her wander Whitestone and spend the night alone, you fucking idiot. 

You grit your teeth, remember how you had to pause Laudna’s spiraling self-hatred just a few hours ago, and try to do the same kindness for yourself. 

Your eyes turn to the woman you hold - her back is to you; you had insisted on cradling her tonight. Love is warmth, she had said, almost afraid to meet your eyes, and you didn’t know how to fix this, how to push the pieces of Ashton back into place, how to kick that fucking bitch out of Laudna’s head once and for all, how to make Laudna realized that she is so much more than the monster thinks she is, how help Fearne avoid becoming the wicked creature thinks she will become, give Orym his family back, help FCG stop from ticking over the edge or to find the absolution they so desperately seek - you don’t know how to do any of that, but you can, at least, give Laudna the warmth she wants. You’ll give her all the love she ever wants, too, but for tonight, this is the best you can do for that, too. Her body is so small, so frail, her hair parted in the back as she sleeps to display the scar the rope left behind. You can’t take away the scars, the pain, can’t force air into her lungs or jumpstart her heart to provide warmth of her own, but you can do this. And you will. For the rest of your life, if the gods are willing. 

If they aren’t, well, it seems you’re doing all the work for them anyway, so it doesn’t matter to you what they think. You’re going to save them, because saving them is the only way to save Laudna. That’s the truth that’s planted itself behind your sternum, that propels you forward day after day - your actions are for her, not for them, and they’ll have to make their peace with that if you’re going to do this at all. 

Sleep takes you eventually, your long, lonely previous night and stress eventually winning out over the worried circles your mind paces, and the night is calm and peaceful as your beating heart warms the two of you in bed. 

And then, and these things happen unwitnessed - a shift of the head on the pillow, perhaps, or someone’s arm lifting to cover her eyes from that glowing red, so like the moon you’re both sure you’ll die for, or one of the fey decides to play a little trick - you’ll never know, as it goes for so many things that happen in the middle of the night - there is a soft plink neither of you hear, as your circlet tumbles from its secure place upon your brow and falls to the floor. You won’t know how long it takes for your unconscious mind to discover it’s no longer bound, no longer safely tucked in as you are, but eventually, it must realize that the familiar melody of two years of your life lies so, so close, its favorite tune finally playing again, and so - it travels, and brings your consciousness with it. Who can blame anyone for drifting towards their favorite lullaby? 

You’re baffled and alarmed, of course, to see Laudna facing off against yourself in the woods it takes you a few beats to recognize - you’re in the forest outside of Whitestone, nearly exactly where she ran to today. You have to swallow back that sinking feeling, again, at how it had felt as she turned and ran from you after you had sought her so desperately. You look at yourself - rather, this other version of you, and your panic begins to give way to clarity. 

The you that stands sixty feet from you is younger, her scars hidden under gloves, glowing only purple - this is the Imogen that Laudna met in Gelvaan, the Imogen that ran away with her. Your eyes turn to Laudna as you begin to piece together that this must be her dream, and you wish you could wake yourself up, put the circlet back on, leave her to her privacy, but as your eyes meet hers your vision stutters and jolts, and you are no longer Imogen, an observer who got here by accident in her sleep, safely out of the way of the confrontation, but Imogen, a young woman who fears herself above all else, facing a woman who seems to feel exactly the same about herself. 

“Get away!” The woman yells, her body contorting as she does so, lengthening her body and her jaw expanding and hanging loose, revealing a dark void within, then reverting back to herself. You feel a pulse of fear - but then your eyes catch her shoulder underneath the tattered gown she wears, bleeding a black ichor as furiously as a wound can bleed on someone who is not alive. Your eyes wander over the rest of her, which seems to contort and retract without her intending to, and you see she’s bleeding from several wounds, all over.

She screams at you, trying to get you to run away, but you’re no longer the Imogen Laudna imagined and placed here - you’re the Imogen that has spent years with Laudna, the Imogen that was never afraid of her. 

“The farmers did this to you,” you interrupt her, feeling your rage creep into your voice, making your words drip with it. This, you think, is more or less how you responded in real life, too. “They can’t stand a single thing they don’t understand.” Your hands flex, and you feel the painful itch of your scars against the leather gloves you used to wear to hide from them. 

She stops twitching and contorting for a moment, her eyes finally meeting yours, and within the black that you’re used to, you see a slit of that same, necrotic green that sparked from her in that Whitestone chamber, forming a snake eye with the colors inverted. She’s not quite your Laudna, then - is this who she thinks she is? Is this what she fears what she might become? 

“They won’t be a problem anymore, pretty girl.” Her grin is too sharp, too wide, her voice practically a hiss. She circles you a bit, revealing a pile of drained corpses that her twitching form had concealed from you. Your eyes can’t help but focus on a familiar boot. 

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. 

You left him behind, anyway. He spent years hiding from you, anyway. This isn’t real, she didn’t hurt him, and even if she had, this isn’t her. 

You return your focus to Laudna - the Laudna you had met in Gelvaan was near starving, a cornered animal who couldn’t do anything but run, but had made crafts to pretty the shacks she stayed in and invented a little companion for herself so she would have someone to talk to other than the murderer in her head. She was light, she was music, she had joy despite everything. 

This Laudna, she is wiry, stronger than the woman you know. Your eyes flicker back to the husks - this Laudna hasn’t spent thirty years fighting Delilah, rather; she fed her and ate up the table scraps. “Laudna, this isn’t you.” Perhaps it’s unreasonable to argue with a version someone has of themselves in their own dream, but what are you supposed to do, run away? From Laudna? A day after you had let her run and didn’t go after her? There was no chance of that. 

Her head tilts curiously as she licks her lips and looks you up and down again. “Oh? Tell me more about me!” She laughs, and it’s an echo of the laugh that Delilah had mocked the three of you with the night before it all went to shit. 

You fumble for a second, but it doesn’t take long to gather your resolve. This is Laudna, after all. You haven’t told all of the Hells that you love her because, ultimately, you want that to be her choice - but you would fly above every city you visit and scream it to every citizen if she would want you to. “You don’t want to hurt me.” You raise your chin, trying to meet her height. “You told me that, just today. You said you never wanna hurt anybody, especially me.” 

Her snake eyes narrow - it seems you’ve annoyed her, if nothing else. She transforms with intention - the mourning veil drops, she grows another six inches, her fingers lengthen and her nails sharpen further, ichor dripping off of them, and once again her jaw unhinges, this time baring rows and rows of sharp teeth as she emits a piercing shriek. 

You don’t wince. You feel her mind trying to pierce yours, feel her try to make you afraid. She wants you to run away, you know. She tried the same thing when you met her in Gelvaan, tried to turn you away as she did the farmers who attacked her. This Laudna, too, just wants to be left alone. You didn’t fear her then, and you won’t now. “Laudna, please,” you whisper, reaching for her. “Please, this isn’t you.” 

She flinches away from your hand, and you drop it immediately. Laudna stalks forward, coming closer to you. “Look at me, pretty girl. I’m a monster. You should leave me alone.” She bares her teeth again, inches from your face. Her voice is more cracked than usual - crushed and cracked windpipes from a broken neck, even more constrained by the chokehold Delilah still has on her. Perhaps she’s forgotten, or doesn’t realize - underneath the mourning veil, black ichor spills from her eyes. She’s crying. 

“Laudna, I -” words fail you, as they so often do - you’ve spent so much of your life hiding from other people. An idea comes to you, instead - the circlet must be off, or else you wouldn’t be here. 

You won’t speak, then. Instead, you shut your eyes, and reach your mind out to hers - whether you’re reaching the Laudna in front of you or the one sleeping beside you, you hope it will soothe her. You try to give her only your best memories, your best dreams for the two of you: your hands linked, you saying “I’m so glad I found you… I don’t know what I’d do with you,”; you pushing a ring of entwined snakes onto her finger, trying not to blush while you do so; “I love you so much” - “I love you more than anything”; her waking up in your lap, you getting to tell her that this gets to be real now, this isn’t one of Delilah’s tricks; your dream of domesticity, of baking cookies with her in a small kitchen that belongs to the two of you; the first kiss in the marketplace, the way your heart hammered as she kissed you a second time. You keep your eyes closed, but she’s grabbed your hand in her own, her fingers back to their normal size. “Fate made me,” you whisper, “just like fate made you. I’m not running away.” 

“Darling,” it’s a whisper, but the voice isn’t this demented version of Laudna - it’s your Laudna, and she’s reached for you. You open your eyes, and the ones that meet them are pure obsidian, still shining with inky tears. “Thank you.” 

You let go of her hand, instead hugging her as tight as you can. 

You awake suddenly, and Laudna is still tight in your embrace. She rolls over, and the same leaking eyes meet yours in the glow from the Feywild’s flowers. “Love is warmth,” she whispers, and nestles in even closer to you. 

[masaworkdesignfan]

[happy hotel au! Episode 1: welcome and hello miss Vuitton!]

"hey vox!"

"wassup."

"uhhh I have a...weird news. Our mom came down to hell. She said "I roasted to deaths saint Peter that ain't lettin me goin hell, so they drop me to hell or should I call I became the fallen angel like Lucifer!" and she was so sarcastic?"

"that's not sarcastic."

"okay okay...listen mom said he needs you to be here."

"hehe... actually bro..me and the other v's are going to be the guest on the hotel.."

"so you're staying at the hotel?"

"yyyup.."

[after that. Vox arrived after waiting for just 3 minutes.]

[miss Vuitton] : "there you are! I told you louis, never be seperated from you're big brother."

[vox] : "b-but! Andy said-"

[Miss Vuitton] : "oh excuses? No!"

[angel dust] : "OH WHAT THE FUCK?"

[Valentino] : "what? Suprise to see me?"

[vox] : "val. We came here for redemption. Be nice."

[Valentino]: "I'm trying he wouldn't let me."

[Lucifer] : "SO YOU'RE THE PERSON WHO LICKED MY DAUGHTER?"

[Valentino] : "let me explain."

[charlie] : "woah woah dad! Calm down. Give him a chance. Also who is the other 2?"

[alastor] : "you fuck ass! Introduce!"

[vox] : "oh yeah. Hi! My highness.. I'm vox! The leader of the 3 vees! I make electronic!"

[velvette] : "heyyyy! Charlie! I'm velvette don't mind my alien core outfits. Because why not? Where's cherri bomb? He's my best friend"

[angel dust] : "SHUT UP."

[Silence.]

[charlie] : uh angel. I know it's hard to accept you're enemy to stay here but don't you want give him a chance?

[angel dust] : FINE! [mumbles and walking to his room]

[charlie] : follow me! Vox, vel,val! I will bring you to you're rooms!

[Miss Vuitton] : "well uhh...Andy. won't you introduce yourself to you're friends?"

[alastor] : "ah yes! This is Lucifer morningstar! My boyfriend! Also he's the king of hell."

[miss Vuitton] : "oh! Hi! My highness! I didn't even trust such other angels saying bad people in hell! I realize people are nice in hell! Also who even are those?"

[alastor] : "that's vaggie, niffty,husk,cherri bomb, and Adam."

[miss Vuitton] : "Adam?"

[Lucifer and alastor] : "Adam."

[miss Vuitton] : "why is Adam crying?"

[Lucifer] : "I told a joke about Cain and Abel's death."

[miss Vuitton] : "hm! Okay! Also what's going on that stuff?"

[niffty] : "hiii! Welcome to uhh..hazbin hotel? Yeah hazbin hotel! You look so cool in you're hell form! THAT'S so amazing! Also we have the best interiors in the world!"

[end]

[marithlizard]

You know what's a not very smart thing for your brain to do? Get a plot bunny that insists on being written just before a new episode is going to come out and invalidate it. This will all need to be rewritten after "Oops" drops but I liked how it came out anyway and thought I'd save it here. Blitzo mentions having a therapist in S1E1. He was probably joking, but what if he wasn't?

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If it wasn't for Rasputin's Raspberry, he never would've gone inside in the first place.

Sure, it caught his attention almost every day as he trudged home after his shift: "COUNSELING AND THERAPY" in plain block letters, black on white, a sign that was so boring-ass and cheap that it stood out against the colorful crap that lined the streets around the Hellevator. The owner had scored a space in this prime real estate territory in a practical and traditional way: put a makeshift door at the entrance to an alley and stretch some canvas between the buildings for a roof.

Every time he saw the sign Blitzo wondered what kind of sad sack would pay for those things in Hell. Therapy was that human thing about lying on a sofa while someone with a clipboard asked questions about your mother. And counseling sounded like sex work without the sex, someone getting paid to just sit there and do nothing while you talked about your problems. Not exactly good value.

But today he wasn't trudging home so much as squelching, leaving a trail behind him, and frankly there wasn't much to look forward to when he got there. His steps slowed.

Yeah, who needed someone to listen patiently while they vented? Someone totally uninvolved who...might not even recognize any names and could care less if they did, who was getting paid to keep a straight face while he got it all off his chest for once...

He really was a sad sack, wasn't he?

Inside it was just an alley littered with garbage. The dangling canvas “walls” at front and back flapped in the breeze, letting in dust and the dim red light of Pride. The only things to see, in fact, were the hole in the ground and the sign next to it with a crude arrow pointing down.

Blitzo looked over the edge. Seven feet? Eight? The electrical cable at his feet ran down to the bottom and curved off into a tunnel, which explained why it wasn’t dark in there.

His survival instincts said Hello? Trap? Go down there and you could die, dumbass.

The darker voice he’d been hearing lately said How much do you care?

By the time he was six yards down the sloping tunnel, he’d realized it wasn’t a trap. Someone had put far too much work into this thing, even braced the walls and ceiling with struts of scrap metal. A green curtain hung across the end of the tunnel ahead of him for that extra-homey troglodyte touch.

Blitzo pushed aside the curtain and stepped into a surprisingly normal-looking room with white walls. A tall spindly sinner unfolded from the chair behind the desk and stood up.

“Are you lost?” They cocked their head like a bug considering a possible meal. Literally.

He’d never seen a demon so much like a preying mantis: huge bulging faceted eyes, curving claws like saw blades, even antennae sticking up out of their gray-green head. He couldn’t begin to make a guess at gender, not that it was any of his business.

“What the fuck did you do when you were alive to end up like that?”, he blurted in genuine admiration.

“Oh, you are lost.” Surprisingly, there was no buzz in the calm voice. “This is the counseling office, where people come to answer personal questions, not ask them.”

“Riight, the mother thing. Well, I’m not telling you jack shit to feed whatever maternal fetish you humans have going on, I don’t care if you’re fantasizing about fucking one or having one or being one or whatever, there’s plenty of fun things to do with tits but do them on your own time.”

They laughed, and now he could hear the droning buzz behind it. “You’re very energetic. No. No one here has to talk about anything they don’t want to.”

“So what, you sit in that chair and people yell at you about the shitty day they had?”

“If that’s how you want to spend your hour.” They held out a claw. “Twenty in advance, by the way.”

What the hell, he was already here and it was less than he’d spend at a bar in the same amount of time. Blitzo pulled out his wallet and gingerly stuck a couple of bills onto the big spine that curved up from their palm like a permanent middle finger. The sinner plucked them off deftly and sat back down.

“The floor is yours.”

His father was wrong. He did not freeze up in front of audiences, that was not a thing that happened, forgetting a line or two and improvising was not the same thing. But standing there looking at a hundred tired, defeated looking Blitzos reflected in those disco ball eyes, he wasn’t sure where to start.

After a few moments of silence the sinner asked, “What is that red stuff you tracked into my office, anyway?” They didn’t sound angry, just curious.

Blitzo looked down at the red glop all over his lower legs and feet. “That...is the signature slurpee flavor of the most popular ride at Loo Loo Land this season, Dunk the Monk.”

“What kind of ride is that? A waterslide?”

“No, see, there was this human a long time ago who was really hard to kill, or something? Everyone gets issued a gun, and you ride around in little carts on a track past these displays of all the different ways to kill him, and if enough people shoot the target on each one -”

“I get the picture. “

“It’s pretty clever, I have to admit. And the music track slaps. The slurpee flavor tastes like ass though.”

“And you’re covered in it because…?”

“Because the dispenser was broken again, and when you take it apart to fix it half the time the contents spray all over. Preferably on the customers, it makes them look like massacre victims and most of them love it, but today the whole machine just came apart in my hands like the useless piece of crap made out of Satan’s pubic hair shavings that it is.”

“So you work at Loo Loo Land. Fixing things?”

“Doing whatever shit job needs doing. Anything and everything, if it’s grubby or gross, give it to Blitzo and laugh. If I’m lucky I get to put on the world’s lamest clown costume and hand out balloons next to the fucking robot star. I haven’t been allowed on a stage since -”

“Since?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Okay.”

So that dropped the conversational ball with a thud. But it was picked up and handed back to him: “So if this was a bad day, how does a typical day go for you? Start to finish.”

“Oh, I, uh...” No one had ever asked him a question like that, not and stuck around for the answer. Huh. “Well, I get up, obviously, my tiny shitty apartment is all the way out at the ass-edge of Imp City but at least I have a place of my own now, if I had to stay in the company dorms one more night someone was gonna die, anyway I have to get up at 4am to be on site by 6 and get yelled at with everyone else because yesterday’s sales…”

Twenty minutes later he was pacing back and forth, waving his arms around like one of the puppets on fire in the daily Punch-and-Judy show. “- and we were having a great time, those kids LOVED my balloon animals, until one humorless bitchmom complained that they were “too anatomically correct”. Does she have any idea how hard it is to perfect a balloon horse with a dick? No. Did she get me banned from the only fun thing I still got to do in this festering shithole? Yes.”

He paused, panting. “Okay, yeah, it did feel good to get all that out there. I feel like I just puked up everything I shouldn’t have ordered from Wackdonalds in the last year.” Ten pounds lighter, slightly dizzy, and ready to fall asleep on the nearest safe flat surface. Too bad that was far away in his apartment.

“I have questions,” said the sinner.

Blitzo dragged over the rickety chair that was the only other piece of furniture in the room and sat on it, carefully. “Oh yeah? I wouldn’t brag about it, that shit can be contagious.”

They leaned back, rasping one forearm against the other slowly with a sound like sandpaper. “Is there anything at all you enjoy about your work now?”

“Uh, were you paying attention at all?” For a moment he was tempted to demand his money back. “...I guess there was nothing about listening comprehension in the deal, huh. The answer is no.”

Scraaape. “Then why do you stay?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re clearly not a prisoner, or you wouldn’t be here,” they pointed out. “Why do you get up every morning and go back?”

Well that was a stupid question, he had to because - “I’m a circus imp. See this mark on my forehead? That’s the troupe I was born into. I learned how to walk on my hands as soon as I could walk on my feet, the three of us were the Toddler Terrors act for a while until Barbie decided she wanted to do highwire and me and Fizz went for clowning -”

He hadn’t meant to talk about Barbie or Fizz. Fuck. Blitzo shut his mouth.

A thoughtful clicking noise was the only sound from the other side of the desk. The silence stretched out, and out, until he started talking again just to fill it.

“Anyway… you don’t just stop being a circus performer.” Barbie had. “You stick with your family and your dream, and...” Fizz hadn’t. His piece of shit father certainly hadn’t. “What the fuck do you know about it? If you had all the answers you wouldn’t be spending your afterlife in a hole underground hoping an angel doesn’t spray you with DDT.”

“I don’t -”

“”Exterminators”, ha! Get it? Because you’re a bug?”

Their stupid upside-down triangle of a face didn’t even change. Great. Annoying people was his best skill as an adult and he was failing at that too.

“Your time is almost up, so let’s finish with a thought experiment. Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because you want to get full value for your twenty. Close them.”

Blitzo did, with an irritated huff, because he couldn’t actually think of a reason not to. This still beat any of the other options he’d had for the evening.

“Imagine that it’s tomorrow and you’re getting up for work and turn on the radio, and hear that Loo Loo Land was destroyed. A freak accident, a turf war, whatever. You’re out of a job. You don’t know how you’ll pay next month’s rent. You’ll never see any of those people again. What do you feel, as you hear that news?”

He could lie, but what would be the point?

“...Relieved,” he admitted. “And worried, and also pissed off because I wanted to be the one to blow the fucking place up, but mostly relieved.”

“Now imagine it’s tomorrow and you get up for work and go in, and the next day and the next for the rest of your life. How does that prospect make you feel?”

No words were adequate. Blitzo made a noise that no dom had ever managed to beat out of him, not even that one guy with an electric cattle prod.

“It sounds as though you know what you need to do, then.”

How was he supposed to argue with the evidence that just came out of his own mouth? It was true. The place was killing him. He’d been telling himself to suck it up and get through one more day and week and month as though the next one would somehow magically be better. And he always knew it wouldn’t, but the alternative was terrifying.

And now it was right in front of him, inescapable.

“But...what can I do instead?” Thank fuck he was talking to a random sinner in a hole. The robot would laugh until it hiccuped sparks. And if Barb or Fizz heard him sounding this small and unsure – it didn’t bear thinking about. He would head straight to Envy and walk into the ocean first. “I don’t know how to do anything else.”

It took a few seconds for him to realize that the chittering sound was laughter.

“I’ve just sat here and listened to you tell me about your skills, yet you don’t realize you have them? Not many people can crawl into a duct and kill an infestation of hellipedes with nothing but a stick covered in chewing gum. Even fewer would be able to rescue the show after they fell out of the duct onto the performer.”

“The audience threw things at me. I don’t even know why so many of them had rocks.”

“But they had fun, didn’t they? You said they laughed at you.”

“Yeah, uh, you’re not helping boost my confidence here.”

“The point I’m trying to make is that you have nerve, strength, reflexes, the ability to think on your feet, and a certain kind of obnoxious charisma. You’re creative – the method you used to kill the cotton candy vendor and the park mascot at the same time, while giving yourself a solid alibi by being caught sucking off the ferris wheel operator? Agatha Christie could never.”

Blitzo felt his face growing warm. Positive feedback wasn’t something he got a lot of these days. “Welll, I didn’t exactly know all those kids would be able to see us from above. But it worked out. I guess it was pretty clever.”

The sinner grinned at him, showing – teeth? Mandibles? Whatever – in predatory approval. “Since I got here I’ve heard a lot about how imps are natural-born servants and followers. You’ve proven to me that’s bullshit in less than fifty minutes. Get out there and you’ll find no shortage of ways to use your talents.”

“Yeah. Yeah! You’re right, there’s got to be something.” Ideas were popping up in his brain suddenly. He’d never thought much about what the marks did with their boring little lives once they went home. A lot of things, that’s what. Things he could do better.

They extended a long, saw-toothed arm and pointed at the door. “Time’s up. Come back someday and tell me how it went.”

Too full of thoughts to bother answering, he went. As he reached the door, the sinner said, “And one more thing.”

“Yeah?” Blitzo answered, not turning around.

“Don’t feel guilty about abandoning the life you were born into or your dream or any of that shit. You already have. That place isn’t a circus, is it? You owe them nothing.”

“I don’t, do I?” He grinned, as a whole new set of thoughts floated up like champagne bubbles. “Later, bug-man.”

He wasn’t going to put in two weeks notice, that was for sure. But he could take a few days to make plans and leave some presents behind for his soon-to-be-ex coworkers. As he climbed back out of the hole and stepped out onto the street, Blitzo started to whistle cheerfully.

That had been a fucking good peptalk. It was worth more than a twenty, if he was being honest. Luckily he had just the right tool to leave a tip. That cheapass sign was looking a lot less boring by the time he put the marker back in his pocket and started the long walk across the city to his apartment.

Where would he be a year from now? Dead? Rich? In jail? Not at Loo Loo Land. The world was his oyster and Blitzo was going to pry that sucker open and do fish sauce shots. Just you watch, Fizz, he swore. Just you watch.

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Gundam Witch From Mercury Season 2 Episode 7 Review

- I’d like to get off of Prospera Mercury’s wild ride

- Miorine is finally going to Earth, not to escape her life rife with politics, but instead to try and bolster her image. Meanwhile Guel seems pensive to go back. His small time on Earth changed him into a new man, one that doesn’t have a home in either space or on earth. Meanwhile Kenanji, a professional, has no outwardly displayed anxieties and instead just cracks a joke. He’s been immersed in the dark underbelly of Spacian and Earthian conflict so he’s used to the large pressure everyone’s under

- Martin became Secelia’s water boy and I love it. Okouchi got Quentin Tarantino and Dan Schneider in the writing room for that scene. But for as abrasive as she is, Secelia gives some good advice. Martin can’t spend forever wallowing I’m his guilt. He needs to be upfront with his feelings and accept that sometimes, you just gotta do something, even if it hurts

- Guel recognizing Sedo and chasing after him, leaving Miorine to fend for herself was a dumb move, but a realistic one. He wants to reconnect with a proper relationship this time. Plus, it seems like Guel just has a soft spot for kids in general. However, him chasing after Sedo gave him an important piece of information. That Shaddiq was the one ordered the terrorist attacks that got his dad killed, and boy is Guel pissed. I want to see him 5 v 1 Shaddiq’s squad (Renee and Felsi can fight it out alone) and gain his position as the best pilot in the WFM verse

- Speaking of Shaddiq, this man is the biggest fucking “nice guy” I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t even see Miorine as a human, just a perfect porcelain doll that needs saving. Nothing can be her fault, it must be everyone else’s. Which is even bigger cap because he was the one who let Guel abuse Miorine for two school years and didn’t do anything about it. Asshole. He hates Guel for “dirtying” his precious waifu, even though she’s told him to get bent already. He didn’t care about her dying during the Plant Quetta accident because she would have died with his image of her intact, but now he’s left coping and seething.

- Lauda is similarly coping and seething by thinking that Miorine is ruining his older brother. He just hasn’t realized that Guel has grown independent, and Lauda needs to as well.

- The meeting between Miorine and the Earthian representatives was very interesting. Miorine brought up job prospects, but the Earthians don’t care about that. They want people to stop assaulting, murdering, and taking advantage of them! It’s only until Miorine brings them something that can truly help, medical equipment, that they listen to her. But they still aren’t ready to support her because she has no real power. Sadly the small amount of trust they built up was destroyed due to Prospera’s machinations.

- Suletta truly embodying the tanuki she is by digging through the trash, but luckily, Chuchu comes to help her once again and bring her to her friends. Earth House loves her, and they’ll support her through thick and thin. And through this support, she realizes that Eri loves her too. She wants to protect her from the war and violence that she and Prospera will be inflicting. And now, Suletta is motivated to move forward properly and gain a life of her own.

- I’ve been fawning over Till since the fourth episode cause I think quiet boys are cute, but he fucking stabbed me with that hair down look. He’s such a good person, stating that Nika should be the one to tell them, and supporting Martin but not babying him. He supports Miorine on her business ventures, helped Suletta talk to Miorine, and is just an overall calming presence. Top 3 best boy, next to Guel and El5n

- And speaking of El5n, that scene in the prison room was engineered to make me go crazy. Norea is going crazy locked up in that room, only being able to think about Sophie’s death, her loneliness, and her mortality. The drawings that once comforted her are just black scribbles, showing her mental state. When El5n picks up the discarded book for fun, he passes by the dark pictures and lays his eyes on a beautiful lakefront. A life El5n never had, and a life that was cruelly taken away from Norea. They’re both just children, but they’ve been forced to bear the dark and ugly sides of the world instead of the beautiful ones. And in that moment, El5n fully understands and falls for her. He focused so much on his own life, but now he has someone else to protect. A hurt girl with no future, much like El4n, who he couldn’t save.

- As Norea screams at Nika and El5n to die, for everyone to die, she breaks down, realizing she really doesn’t want any death. She didn’t want Sophie, her almost-sister to die in such a horrible way. She doesn’t want to die for some cause that’s way grander than her. She wants a happy life indulging in the simple beauties of Earth. And El5n, someone who understands longing for a happy life despite fate’s cruel jokes, holds her hand and comforts her. The two loneliest people have found each other, and as El5n recognizes her pain, he may bow to stay with her. For someone who said he’ll live no matter what, how tragic yet poignant would it be if he sacrificed his life for Norea? I would cry my ass off. I just want them to live in a lake house, Norea making art while El5n reads books from his predecessor’s library.

- RIP Feng. She worked hard to find a way without fighting and gave Miorine a helping hand. She sniffed out the corruption in the Space League but it came too late. As she struggles from the pain the gunshot gave her, she pushes Belmeria to act. To stop looking away from the pain she’s caused and to truly make a difference for the better.

- Prospera herself doesn’t support the new Ochs Earth, using the distraction she started to destroy the Gundam facility. Prospera acts in her and Eri’s own interest. She doesn’t care about the hundreds of lives she just ruined with her plan. Those lives don’t matter to her as much as her daughter.

- But Miorine cares. As much as she tries to act distanced, she cares. It’s why she gave Suletta a tomato and searched for a way to save lives with GUND-Arm. Miorine cares for others and now in her eyes, she’s caused immense suffering. She went to build up herself, but in that moment, she realized that she should have cared more for the struggling people. With Guel going off on his own revenge play, Miorine is now alone. But Suletta will support her. Just like how Earth House believes in Nika, Suletta will believe in her.

I’m not ready for next episode. Guel and Grassley are going to conflict, Norea will go even more off the deep end, and Miorine will be on her own once again, before she met Suletta.

[thegeminisage]

got a little internet who knows if/when it will go away so i am doing a star trek update because i am BEHIND! sunday we watched voy's "revulsion" and "the raven" and last night we watched voy's "scientific method" and ds9's "you are cordially invited."

revulsion (voy):

wasn't too sure about this one at first but in the end i decided the little freak in this episode is the fun kind of freak. hands down my favorite part was when he went on this long horrible rant about how disgusting biologics are and the emh goes with like this forced brightness "and this is the sensor array!" absolutely captures the horrors of listening to your m*ga relatives go on and on and just having to like...deal with it. also, it was incredibly fucking funny

harry and seven were SO cute but i wish he hadn't tried to woo her and i wish she hadn't done that "take off your clothes" thing. that said chakotay being like "suck it up you're gonna keep working with her"was also extremely funny

i do feel like this episode did a lot to humanize seven though, for lack of a better word...i know that chakotay's episodes at the start of voyager were way more racist than the episodes he gets now (not to say the eps he gets now AREN'T racist, but they also aren't playing the racist panflute while he helps janeway find her spirit guide). so it's my hope that eventually the incidents of sexism re: seven will sort of...die down. if they can ever get over her (sigh) catsuit. at least in picard they let her wear real clothes! and don't pad her bra

the raven (voy):

TEN OUTTA TENNNN

first of all, my new best friend seven (i knew this would happen, remember?) is EXTREMELY funny. i didn't realize it but the actress has a great sense of like, comedic timing. the whole bit with her slowly learning to chew and swallow food (neelix's cooking, no less) was fucking hilarious, the longer it went on the funnier it was

secondly my other best friend tuvok.............he and seven make such a great pair. i like that at no point did tuvok tell her she was being illogical. he stayed totally calm and helped calm her down and offered to support her through the whole thing without being a bitch because he knows she was sick, even if it was a mental issue and not a physical one. like, bitchy tuvok is fantastic, obviously, but i love that sometimes the logical thing to do is simply show compassion

AND i really loved the entire plot about this being the ship she was taken from...no fucking idea how they got out that far in her 6yo human lifetime but it was awesome to watch her put it together and then the final shot of her looking back as the ship crumbled...mwah

also shoutout to the gay people in this episode...i love when janeway reminds me of kirk and she reminded me of kirk a little bit in this one because of how like. she was so invested in helping seven learn art and finding her when she went missing and like. the bright way she said "there you are!" when she found her on the holodeck at the end. it's that same kind of over-investment kirk shows in spock in tos that goes beyond "friendly" or "coworkers." it was gay as hell

scientific method (voy):

ANOTHER WIN FOR VOYAGER? dare i say it...3 watchable voyager episodes in a row.

i didn't low tom and b'elanna's plot in this episode but they made up for it in the end by being kinda cute when they were teasing about their entire relationship having been built on alien lies or whatever and then they were getting ready to kiss the whole time. i thought b'elanna was being kind of silly insisting on secrecy when they were making out everywhere and i guess janeway did too because DAMN she gave them one of those big bad scary awful lectures...it was also redeemed by it being REALLY funny when tuvok caught them and he was just like :| because that's just what his face does

sleep deprived pissed off janeway!!!! she was amazing in this ep. another one where she reminded me of kirk, especially with the bit of her threatening to blow them all up at the end. he did canonically do that!!

seven and the doctor were so fun. seven did a great job, she was SO close, but you literally can't get one over on tuvok

the only thing i really hated about this ep was old chakotay. like, sure, fine, make somebody old, but why did they also make him white?? come on

you are cordially invited (ds9):

I LOVED THIS ONE!

headliner: i have finally forgiven odo. when kira avoided him all episode i was all but hissing at the very sight of him. when she was like "we need to talk" i was like NOOOO because i knew no matter what he did or said i would not be able to let go of my anger. i was so worked up about it that i was BESIDES myself that they skipped to the next morning without showing us what they talked about, and then...

in the closet. all night. all night they talked in the closet

and you know what? it's perfect. if i can't forgive him no matter what he said then simply don't show me what he said. show me kira and odo looking deeply relaxed and having the deepest conversation at like 10 in the morning after HAVING. SPENT. ALL NIGHT. IN THE CLOSET

idk one of my fav things they did was have kira find out about odo's feelings and then nothing changes...like, he can be in love with her and it's not a painful secret but it's also not a demand and they're still friends. that's so complex and good

the rest of this episode: mwah. my best friend quark and his unrequited love. sisko being glad to be home. julian and obrien fantasizing about killing worf and then beating the shit out of him at his own wedding. martok loving getting negged by his wife. jadzia crying into sisko's arms about her husband troubles. mwah. even alexander was funny despite me being lukewarm on him earlier. klutzy disaster isn't who he was in tng, like they just made up a new guy, which is annoying, but it is also charming, so i'll take it

the one thing that got me this ep was like...i was expecting jadzia to succeed in winning this lady's favor by defying her or capitulating to her or by doing some secret third thing, but they...never showed it? she just got married and the lady was like ok we're all good now!!

i also read that they tried to get the tng cast back for worf's wedding, just without lines...i get why they weren't there since it was on;y a week's notice (which may have been part of the reason they decided to do it like that) but can you imagine the fucking jumpscare if i'd seen picard on ds9 season 6. i would have died on the spot

TONIGHT, assuming my internet stays on: voy's "year of hell" parts i & ii. EXCITED!!!

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Solar Opposites in: Ultra Opposites Episode #8: New Allies Part. 2 (for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

As the Ultra Opposites face their darkest hour, Legendary Super Shlorpian continues to comfort Solar Flare who has calmed down. Korvo smiled and kiss his husband on the forehead. Principal Cooke looks around and wonders how they’ll get out of here. Korvo then grows concern once they look around the place.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Where the hell are we?

Principal Cooke: How the hell should I know???

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find a way out of here. We just need to think of a plan to- notices Psylock and Electra not here Where are the replicants?

Terry/Solar Flare: I don’t know.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry, where are they?!

Terry/Solar Flare: eyes began to glow orange; snapping I SAID I FUCKING DON’T KNOW! Sorry…

Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his super Shlorpian as he starts pacing back n forth panicking over his kids missing.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: FUCK FUCK FUCK! WE’RE SO FUCKING FUCKED!

Terry/Solar Flare: slaps Korvo in the face Get a hold of yourself!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: T-Terry! Why did you-

Super Shlorpian Solar Flare interrupts Legendary Super Shlorpian with a kiss, which shock Legendary Super Shlorpian, but he melts into it. Principal Cooke then began to get used to the two alien husbands as he smiles. Then, they heard a noise.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh. My. God.

Terry/Solar Flare: Let’s go.

Principal Cooke: Got it. uses his laser eyes to break him and the two husbands free

The bars fell as Terry, Korvo and Principal Cooke heads out of the cage and then looks around the place and realizes they’re in Ophelia’s fortress.

Terry/Solar Flare: I knew this place was familiar...

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: We have to find the replicants and leave! NOW!

Principal Cooke: hears grunting What's that sound?

Once they heard the sound closely, then they realized it’s coming from Psylock.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Yumyulack! Daddy's coming! flies off

Terry/Solar Flare: follows his husband Jesus, Korv. Calm down.

Principal Cooke: follows suite Is he always this weird?

The two aliens and principal then quickly heads to where Psylock and Daryl. Back in the dungeon, Psylock desperately tries to break free.

Yumyulack/Psylock: C'mon! We gotta get out!

Daryl: Babe. It's okay.

Yumyulack/Psylock: NO! IT'S NOT OKAY! I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO YOU BUT I FUCKING DIDN'T!

Yumyulack/Psylock cries as Daryl holds him

Daryl: Sssh. Nothing matters now.

Suddenly, Terry/Solar Flare, Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian, and Principal Cooke burst through the prison while Legendary Super Shlorpian turns back into his normal Shlorpian self.

Terry/Solar Flare: Hey!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Guys! Where's Jesse?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: They took her. Those fucking bastards...

Principal Cooke: Is seriously no one talking about Miss Frankie WHO IS ALSO MISSING?!

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh, calm down. We need to get out of here and find Electra before-

Miss Frankie: Too late, Ultra Opposites!

Miss Frankie appears holding Electra hostage while the crystal is shown with her.

Jesse/Electra: Guys!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian, Terry/Solar Flare and Yumyulack/Psylock: ELECTRA!

Principal Cooke: shocked; confused What? Frankie?

Jesse/Electra: Help guys! She’s gonna fucking bananas! Help!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh no! My baby! feels the pain again as he groans

Enraged, Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into Super Shlorpian form and growls.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: GIVE ME BACK MY PRECIOUS GIRL, YOU BITCH!

Miss Frankie: Try me you bitch!

Suddenly, Janiz sneaks behind with Pupa, Aisha and Eva with a huge hammer as she swings it at Miss Frankie and it her as she screams in pain and it causes her to release Electra.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Alright sis, took you long enough!

Janiz: Sorry I was late. I was getting some supplies. What did I miss?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Nothing much! You just saved our asses!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh Jesse-Bear! Come here. hugs Jesse as she cries It’s okay baby-girl. Daddy’s here.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh Electra, come here sis.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: We were so worried about you.

Janiz: Oh sweetie.

Legendary Super Shlorpian, who transforms back into his normal Shlorpian self, Psylock and Janiz hugs Electra with Pupa, Aisha and Eva as they get into a group hug as Principal Cooke and Daryl smiles while Cooke shed a single tear and wipes it away.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I saw that big guy.

Principal Cook: No, I’m just sweating from my eyes. the Ultra Opposites stare at him blankly Okay, I admit I am all choke by this love and- notices Janiz, Aisha and Eva Oh no, there’s more of you- eh. Nevermind.

Janiz: Why hello Principal Cooke. I’m Korvo’s older sister. Janiz.

Principal Cooke: Wait, I’m sorry. Sister? I didn’t know you two had an aunt.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Neither did we before she landed here.

Principal Cooke: Oh, who are these two orbs?

Terry/Solar Flare: Our home assistants. Aisha and her cousin, Eva.

Eva: sing-songy Hello!

Aisha: What up?

Principal Cooke: Wait, I’m so confused. Why did Miss Frankie took Jesse and-

Suddenly, Miss Frankie gets up and whistles for the mob. The mob appears and approaches the Ultra Opposites.

Jesse/Electra: Aw geez.

Miss Frankie: THERE THEY ARE! GET THEM!

The Ultra Opposites, Principal Cooke, Janiz, Aisha, Eva, Daryl and Pupa screamed as they ran away from the mob.

Principal Cooke: Honey! Have you lost your mind?!

Meanwhile, Randall is having a hard time breaking free as he shakes the joint back n forth.

Kevin: Randall! Randall screams Sorry. Give it up. We’re not heroes. We can’t do this…

Sonya: Yeah. Things are not looking too good for us right now…

The Ultra Opposites fans, except for Randall, look down as they sigh. Randall looks at them all sadly but regains courage.

Randall: That is not true! Guys! We don’t need powers to be heroes! We helped the Ultra Opposites so many times. Even when things looked tough, we still kept fighting back. We can get out of here! We just need to come up with a plan so we can save our heroes!

Then, they notice a glow. The fans gasp in joy.

Randall: What?!

Kevin: Randall, I think that crystal is choosing you!

Randall: Wha-what crystal?

Randall gasp in shock as the blue-green crystal orb piece floats towards Randall and it merges with him as he gasp. He then bends the bars as he gasp.

Randall: What the?

Sonya: Mr. Randall! You have super strength! It must’ve you chose because of how much you changed for the better. Since Halloween!

Ms. Perez: Go Randall! We’ll meet you up there!

Randall: nods in determination

As Randall starts running, he suddenly notices the town going up as he gasp and then notices himself floating up to the sky.

Randall: Holy shit…. I’M FUCKING FLYING! laughs in joy as he fly to Ophelia’s fortress Hang on Ultra Opposites! Randall’s coming!

Back with the Ultra Opposites, the heroes quietly sneaks their way as they look around the fortress to make sure Ophelia isn’t watching them.

Terry/Sola Flare: Okay guys, let’s make sure Ophelia is not watching us!

All: Right!

Principal Cooke: looks at Aisha, Janiz and Eva Is your family always this complicated?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Uh, I wouldn’t say that. But sometimes yeah.

Principal Cooke: Aw man. This sucks. I lost the love of my life to a villainess. And now I’m a super freak got laser eyes and can fly.

Jesse/Electra: What?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Huh?!

Aisha: What the what?!

Pupa: Huh?

Janiz: Aw fuck. We’re so sorry for roping you into this. I think Ophelia might be the one behind all of this.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s true. She is.

Principal Cooke: Aw fuck. Why?! Why me?! How could this day getting any worse?!

It just did. The pain starts to grow intense for Solar Flare as he falls on his knees and held his head.

Janiz: I think it just did. The pain must’ve gotten more intense for Terry! notices the shadow black finger tips What the?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Holy shit! What the fuck is happening to Terry?

Jesse/Electra: I don’t know! But, I’m really getting worried about my dad, guys. He’s gotten worse! We have to get him away from the mob and head towards the goddamn hospital!

Solar Flare continues screaming, then his suit starts to tear little for some reason.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry, let me help…

Terry/Solar Flare: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!

Psylock, Electra, Pupa, Janiz, Daryl and Principal Cooke screamed while Legendary Super Shlorpian gasp and started crying. Solar Flare gasp upon seeing what he just did.

Terry/Solar Flare: Shit! I'm sorry! I am so so sorry!

Solar Flare hugs Legendary Super Shlorpian as he comforts him and Legendary Super Shlorpian stops crying and kisses Solar Flare on the cheek.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I love you, Terry. I know you'd never mean it but just tell me...what's wrong with you, darling?

Terry/Solar Flare: moans sadly I wish I knew but I-

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: kisses Terry I’ll let you explain later. Right now we have to-

Then, they heard the mob coming.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh shit! Let’s get out of here before the mob comes back!

The family ran as fast as they could. Until, Terry begin to his muscles tighten as the pain grows even more intense.

Terry/Solar Flare: groaning in pain; berserk tears burst Guys… what the fuck is happening to me?!

Suddenly, Randall came, crashing through the window as he flies towards the wall as the others gasp.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh! Ouch!

Jesse/Electra: Ooh!

Principal Cooke: That’s gotta hurt!

Janiz: Yeah.

Randall got up, until he sees a photo of the Solar Opposites and began notices the resemblance.

Randall: to Legendary Super Shlorpian Wait, a fucking a second? Korvo? Terry? Kids?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh fuck.

Principal Cooke: Randall?! Where in the Sam Hill did you come from?!

Randall: Oh my god… you guys are the Ultra Opposites?!…. AWESOME! I knew there are something about you guys and… uh, is Terry, I mean, Solar Flare… okay?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I honestly don’t know…

Solar Flare continues to scream in pain but then he grew a little as his suit began to tear a little.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Holy shit! Terry!

Yumyulack/Psylock: What’s happening to him?!

The mob’s light appears through the stairways as the gang gasp.

Jesse/Electra: Run!

The Ultra Opposites and their friends ran as fast as they could. Meanwhile, the people who support the Ultra Opposites then see the shattered scanner.

Sonya: That must be a scanner. Maybe that could help us!

Kevin’s Wife: Don’t worry, I’m on it! begins repairing the scanner

Back with the Ultra Opposites, the heroes have reached the dead end as they gasp upon seeing the mob approaching.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh shit!

Terry/Solar Flare: groaning in pain Guys, I’m not sure how long I can take it!

Jesse/Electra: We had a good run guys! I just wish the moon had hit my eye like a big pizza pie! Just a once-a!

Yumyulack/Psylock: At least I kissed Daryl in prison before I died!

Pupa: runs up this family and hugs them No! whimpers

The Ultra Opposites and Daryl are cornered by the mob as Aisha, Eva, Janiz, Randall and Principal Cooke rush over there.

Randall: No stop! If you want the Ultra Opposites, you gotta go through me!

Janiz: And me!

Principal Cooke: Yeah and me too! puts his fists up as he gets ready to fight

Aisha and Eva: So fuck off, bitches!

The mob then charges at them. Suddenly, something in Korvo caused him to snap as he sees the scare looks on his family’s faces. He can’t stand by and let Miss Frankie get away with it as his eyes starts glowing.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That does it! wings pop out of his back as he starts to transform

Yumyulack/Psylock: Uh Korvo? What are you doing?!

And with that answered, the Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his Super Shlorpian as he roars and flies up.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: EVERYBODY, FREEZE!

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then uses his ice breath and freeze Miss Frankie’s mob. The Ultra Opposites cheered as Principal Cooke tapped the frozen ice statue of one of the mob members.

Principal Cooke: Uh? They’ll be fine, right?

Ultra Opposites: talking at once Oh yeah. Sure yeah. They’ll be fucking fine. Definitely. I’m sure they’ll be okay.

Terry/Solar Flare: suddenly his eyes started wincing Thanks for coming for us Randall.

Randal: No bet. Korvo really got through to me on Halloween that helped me become a better person and a child lover. The least I can do is return the favor for my neighbors.

Korvo smiled and shook hands with Randall, even though the latter is a bit spooked by Legendary Super Shlorpian’s Super Shlorpian form.

Randall: On second thought, how did you get the form?

Janiz: It runs in the family.

Principal Cooke: Wait, what?

Yumyulack/Psylock: I’ll inherit one day. But, we can also turn human now with watches.

Randall: Really? That’s cool.

Jesse/Electra: It’s okay.

Principal Cooke: Uh, are you sure we can trust you guys after what Miss Frankie said? Because, I’m not really sure.

Miss Frankie and the other mob came as she gasp.

Miss Frankie: Oh shit! Not you guys! How did you fucking escape?! Get ‘em!

Jesse/Electra: Of course you can. You can trust me. You have to trust us. We weren’t trying to hurt anyone. We’re just protecting the city. And saving lives. You people are misunderstanding, we would never-

Suddenly, Solar Flare started to feel a sharp pain in his head as he started to scream. The Ultra Opposites, Daryl, Aisha, Eva, Janiz, Principal Cooke and Randall turned around and gasp in shock as Legendary Super Shlorpian walks to Terry.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Honey? You okay, Terry?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Solar Flare, are you okay?

Jesse/Electra: Terry! What’s happening?!

Daryl: Dude?

Janiz: Terry, is everything alright?

Randall: What’s wrong?!

Aisha: Speak to us!

Eva: Terry!

Principal Cooke: Uh is your husband okay, Legendary Super Shlorpian?

Terry’s voice began to deepen and become distorted as his eyes started glowing orange.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Shlorpian: Terry!

Terry/Solar Flare groans in pain as he begins to transform once his skin develops shades of shadow black and he starts to grow bigger and muscular and his clothes started to rip.

Terry/Solar Flare: Oooh yeah!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Uh, Terry? A-Are you okay?!

Terry/Solar Flare: continues growing bigger and muscular as the size of a hulking beast as his whole body turns shadow black and the inside of his mouth started glowing orange and his super suit gets ripped into pieces, except for his mask and wrist cuffs I don't know. But I feel... good!

Terry/Solar Flare finishes transforming and pants as he turns towards his family and the three humans who defended them, as he has become some sort of monster.

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: Holy shit.

Monster Solar Flare roars which is loud as a siren as the whole mob cover their ears, as do the Ultra Opposites, Janiz, Aisha, Eva, Daryl, Principal Cooke and Randall.

Miss Frankie: Oh fuck! Look out! He’s gonna savage!

Mob Member: Run for your lives!

Monster Solar Flare roars and attacks the mob as he throws some of them to a wall. The mob panicked and retreat after it shown they have been maimed and wounded by Solar Flare’s monstrous form.

Miss Frankie: Quick! Retreat!

Miss Frankie and the mob retreated as Monster Solar Flare breaths in and out. Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian starts to feel a connection towards this

Yumyulack/Psylock: Holy shit! Now we have two monster dads?!

Jesse/Electra: Aw geez! How did Terry get that?! How did this happened?!

Janiz: I don’t know! But we have to get Solar Flare out of here and get the mob to trust us once we figure out what happened!

Monster Terry/Solar Flare: ROAR!

Principal Cooke: Oh shit! Easy there buddy! Nice monster! Don’t hurt us monster!

Jesse/Electra: sternly; disgusted Principal Cooke!

Principal Cooke: taken back; nervously Sorry. Still trying to get use this fucked up Sci-Fi stuff. My bad.

Monster Solar Flare roars as berserk tears run through his eyes and streams down like a waterfall as he approaches the heroes savagely, like a monster. The Ultra Opposites and their allies gasp. Some of the mob members turned around and gasp silently.

Yumyulack/Psylock: to Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian L.S.S.! Do something!

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then hears Yumyulack and flies up to Monster Solar Flare as he touches Monster Solar Flare’s face softly and pets it in a romantic comfort manner, for his husband.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Ssh. It's okay. I'm here...

Monster Solar Flare stopped snarling and begins to calm down as he starts weeping, because he is scared deep down on the inside. Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then kiss Monster Solar Flare to reaffirm his love for his husband as Solar Flare melts into it.

Mob: touched by Legendary Super Shlorpian and Solar Flare’s undying love for each other Aaaww.

Miss Frankie: dumbfounded What?! How is that romantic?! It’s disgusting!

As the two superhero monster alien husbands continue to kiss, Terry/Solar Flare turns back to his normal self as he passes out and Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian turns back to his normal self and holds him.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: There’s my Terry…

Miss Frankie: Oh enough of this! Just kill them already guys!

Suddenly, something starts glowing behind the back as they notice someone flying towards the mob. It’s revealed to be Randall, with his own blue-green super suit.

Randall/???: Holy shit! My own suit?! Sorry got in the moment…

Miss Frankie: What?! Another one?!

Yumyulack: Oh hell yeah!

Randall/???: That’s right, I am… ULTRA MAN!

Randall does his own super hero pose. Randall then uses his fist to create a huge crack that caused everyone to fly up.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: pats Ultra Man on the back Nice going Ultra Man.

Randall/Ultra Man: I know right? lifts up his suit’s goggles Sweet goggles.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on, we must leave before-

Suddenly, the mob drops their weapons.

All: Huh?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: What the?

Principal Cooke: Uh? What the fuck just happened?!

Miss Frankie: What the fuck are you doing?! Get them!

Mob Member #1: Come on guys, this sucks. These guys are heroes. The super alien girl is right. Let’s get the fuck out of here.

The mob leaves as Miss Frankie growls in fury. Ophelia sees the whole thing on this globe and rushes down here in fury. Back with the heroes, Legendary Super Shlorpian looks at his husband lovingly as Solar Flare lays there still unconscious as he looks back at Principal Cooke.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I'm glad you stood up for us...

Principal Cooke: I'm just happy I made the right choice trusting you.

Principal Cooke smiled and surprisingly, hugged Legendary Super Shlorpian as the latter smiled and hugs him back. But then, Principal Cooke started floating.

Principal Cooke: What's happening?!

The glow starts to change Principal Cooke as it shines bright. As the glow fades away, it shows Principal Cooke in his own super suit and mask as the gang gasp in shock.

Principal Cooke/???: Holy shit! What the?! lifts his cape up

Randall/Ultra Man: Super cool dude!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Damn, our Principal is now one of us?!

Jesse/Electra: This is super cool!

Janiz: Welcome to the Ultra Opposites Principal…

Principal Cooke/???: Call me Super Cooke!

Principal Cooke, now Super Cooke, does his own superhero stand.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Super Cooke? Really?! That’s a super hero name?

Principal Cooke: Sorry. I’m not really good with super hero names. I thought laser man. But nah. Too childish.

Pupa: Super Cooke.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hmm… Fair point. suddenly hears Solar Flare groaning

Two second later, Solar Flare began to awake as he moans, despite being naked.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry! I'm so happy you're okay.

Terry/Solar Flare: Sssh. Save your breath.

Solar Flare leans in and the two superhero alien husbands began kissing.

Randall/Ultra Man: Oh shit! covers his eyes since Terry is naked

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: covers his eyes and turns away Yeesh Solar Flare, put your goddamn suit back on! Fuck!

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: cover their eyes Aw come on Terry! Put your fucking super suit back on!

Janiz: Oh God. covers the Pupa’s eyes

Meanwhile, Kevin’s Wife has finished fixing the scanner and test it out to make sure it works by scanning Daryl’s dad.

Kevin’s Wife: It worked! Now we have to get this to the Ultra Opposites! Come on!

The people who supported the Ultra Opposites ran off to to Ophelia’s fortress. Meanwhile, Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian still kissed. But then…

Miss Frankie: AAAAAAAAAAAGH! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!

The black orb piece finally absorbs into Miss Frankie as she began to glow in black. Miss Frankie finally transforms as a black tornado surrounds her and she has transformed into her own black and white super suit.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: laughs evilly Prepare to suffer the wrath of… SHADOW LADY!!!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Honey! Snap out of it! Think about what you’re doing!

Miss Frankie, now goes by Shadow Lady, jumps up and lands on her feet as she puts a katana near Legendary Super Shlorpian’s neck.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: gasp Shadow Lady! Wait!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: You filthy fucking superhero aliens have messed with Earth for the last time!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh no! Korvo!

Solar Flare ultimately snapped as his eyes glow orange and he turns back into his monstrous form as he roars loudly.

Monster Terry/Solar Flare: growling

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh shit! Not again! screams

Monster Solar Flare and attacks Shadow Lady as he scratches Shadow Lady’s eye as she gasp and held it her eye as she gasp. Monster Solar Flare then stops as he looks at the blood on his huge hands as he grows terrified over what he has done.

Monster Terry/Solar Flare: Oh my God… I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry, I am so so sorry! voice breaking I didn’t mean to! I am so sorry-

Suddenly, Psylock hugs Monster Solar Flare, as he starts crying and turns back to his normal self. Legendary Super Shlorpian and Electra then ran up to comfort Solar Flare and embrace him in a soothing hug as he continue crying.

Jesse/Electra: It's okay, Terry.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: We're here for you, my darling.

Solar Flare continues to cry as Legendary Super Shlorpian and Electra continues to hug him while Randall pats Solar Flare on the back and Janiz, Eva, Aisha and Super Cooke and heads to Terry, concern. Looking at his crying father, Psylock finally had enough and bravely heads up to Shadow Lady, furiously having enough of his teacher’s specist behavior towards his family.

Yumyulack/Psylock: That does it Shadow Lady! This time, you've gone too far!!!

Psylock uses his mind reading powers and gasp as he uses it on Miss Frankie. It shows childhood memories of a young Miss Frankie, she used to have her own dreams, but her parents want her to be a teacher, which she didn’t want as she sighs sadly. It then shows Miss Frankie once being a sci-fi fan until some of the kids started to bully her. Miss Frankie then put her stuff away in boxes as she sighs sadly. The mind reading ends once Miss Frankie started to gasp.

Miss Frankie: Oh my God. I remember. I used to have my own dreams. But my parents want me to be a teacher, which is something I never wanted. I only wanted to make them happy with my dreams. But, they never hate it and forced me to be someone I didn’t want to be. It drove us apart, I gave on my dreams and turn into a teacher. For my parents’ sake. But we all grew apart years later. My parents never cared about me, they only wanted what was best for themselves.

Psylock then starts to feel sympathy for Miss Frankie as he looks down and knows what to do.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Miss Frankie, you're right! I don't know what you went through! But I do know you can't do this! I've seen where this leads, and so have you!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: I only saw what you showed me! Who knows what'll really happen

Yumyulack/Psylock: I've seen it a dozen times! Things don't turn out well on Earth without my family!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Ugh! What's so special about your family?! How can a group of aliens that are so different be so important?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: The differences between me and my family is the very things that make our friendship strong!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: I thought my family and I were the same. But we turned out different, and it tore what we had apart!

Yumyulack/Psylock: So try again! Make new friends! And if something that you can't control happens that changes things, work through it together! That's what friendship is! And it's not just my happiness that are important to my family! Everyone's are! When yours ended, it led us here. But just imagine all the others that are out there waiting for you if you just give them a chance!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: How do I know they won't all end the same way?

Yumyulack/Psylock: I guess it's up to you to make sure they don't.

Shadow Lady’s face then softens into a remorseful one as she looks down at own of her weapon’s reflection as she finally realized what a horrible person she’s been all this time. She looks at the Ultra Opposites, even her boyfriend, and realizes how much she hurt them deeply and emotionally. Then, the mob appears as the Ultra Opposites gasp.

Mob Member Lady: There they are! Get ‘em!

The mob prepares to charge at the Ultra Opposites, but Shadow Lady puts herself in front of the heroes.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Stand down, please.

The mob gasp as the Ultra Opposites grow surprise by what Shadow Lady did.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: I was wrong. The Ultra Opposites are not monsters. They’re heroes. I was just being selfish because I had a hurtful past. I used to be kind. I used to be caring. But instead, I let my own uncaring family get the best of me. I turned into someone I am not. And I ended up hurting people who really do care about me. I am so sorry Ultra Opposites. They’re heroes and they deserved better.

Electra smiled at Shadow Lady, which is shown that she has forgiven her. But then, Ophelia came crashing down as the mob members collapse once the Ultra Opposites fans came and gasp upon seeing Ophelia. Kevin’s kids scream as they hide behind their parents.

Ophelia: YOU TRAITOR!!!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: No! I am not! You are! You were using me this whole time were you?

Ophelia: groans in annoyance Yes!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Well, no more! I was wrong! Not aliens are bad! The Ultra Opposites are good aliens! And so are the Solars, wherever they are. And it’s true. The Ultra Opposites didn’t murder them. The Solars did move to another planet. I was lying. But not anymore! I choose the Ultra Opposites! They’re my friends!

Ultra Opposites: Aw.

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Really?

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Baby, I am so sorry. I was being a total dick.

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I still love you. starts kissing her Say, black and white is new my new favorite color.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: D’aw. kisses Super Cooke

Kevin’s Wife then runs up to Janiz, with the scanner in her hand.

Kevin’s Wife: Hey ma’am! Janiz sees her; throws the scanner Catch!

Janiz catches the scanner as she gasp.

Janiz: The scanner! Terry! Quick! Come up so I scan you! We can finally figure out why you are transforming into a monster!

Solar Flare, who has his super suit back on, nods before Ophelia shoots a fireball as he gasp.

Ophelia: Not if I stop you guys.

Ophelia then began to attack the Ultra Opposites as the heroes get into a fighting position and Ultra Man puts his goggles back on. Solar Flare nods at Legendary Super Shlorpian for the signal and the Ultra Opposites began to do battle with the empress. Electra uses her wreaking ball and she uses it on Ophelia who dodges it.

Jesse/Electra: Go for it bro!

Psylock uses his mind reading power as she shocks Ophelia as she screams. She flies and then Ultra Man punches her down with his strength and then Super Cooke uses his laser eyes to shoot her to the ground. Ophelia tries to get up, only for a blade to hit near her feet as she screams. She looks up and is revealed by summoned by Shadow Lady as she screams.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Fuck you bitch!

Solar Flare then prepares to uses his fireballs but then, Ophelia punches him in the stomach. Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his Super Shlorpian but then, Ophelia hits him with a fireball at his arm as he screams in pain and kneels in pain. Solar Flare gasp in horror upon seeing his husband getting hurt.

Terry/Solar Flare: K-Korvo…

Then, Solar Flare closes his eyes and transforms back into his monster form as his clothes rip apart and he roars.

Ophelia: What the fuck?!

Monster Terry/Solar Flare: LEAVE MY KORVY ALONE!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: crying tears of joy Terry...

Ophelia: What?! There’s two monsters now?! Unbelievable! Starts charging up her ball as she growls

Terry/Solar Flare: Eat this you fucking bitch!

And with that, Solar Flare charges up his hands as he finally snaps and creates lava surprisingly with a giant fist punch to the ground with two hands combine by his fireballs. Ophelia is sent flying away as she screams. The mob cheers as the Ultra Opposites fans. Solar Flare turns back to normal as the kids run up to hug him and Legendary Super Shlorpian walks up lovingly at him after he turns back into his normal Shlorpian self.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Thanks for saving me honey. kisses him on the cheek

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Nice job Solar Flare.

Randall/Ultra Man: Way to go buddy!

Aisha: Hell yeah! You really show that bitch a thing or two!

Terry/Solar Flare: No. We all did.

Eva: Hooray!

Pupa: Yay!

Shadow Lady walks up to the Ultra Opposites remorsefully.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: I am so sorry. I should’ve never treated you guys like shit all these years. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to-

Mob Member #5: Hey! Are you guys gonna kick Shadow Lady out of-

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: interrupting It wasn’t her fault! She had nothing to do with this. She was being used the whole time.

Shadow Lady gasp in shock.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Because, I believe in second chances.

Shadow Lady hugs Legendary Super Shlorpian as he hugs her back. The Ultra Opposites fans then come up to them.

Kevin: Good news Ultra Opposites! The scanner’s fixed!

Janiz: Thank you. Hold still Terry. It’s time.

As Janiz scans Solar Flare’s body, it began show the results as it finishes scanning. Janiz’s face then goes into shock as she gasp quietly.

Janiz: Holy. Shit.

Terry/Solar Flare: What?

Janiz: Terry...you're half mundane monster!

Terry/Solar Flare and Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: WHAT?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: No way! What?!

Jesse/Electra: No way. I’m gonna turn into monster one day? Better get new puberty clothes later.

Pupa: gasp and faints

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Damn.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh Terry…

Randall/Ultra Man: No way!

Daryl: Aw dude.

Aisha: Terry’s family must’ve inherited it for a long time!

Eva: Terry, are you okay?!

Solar Flare began to have a panic attack as he started to breath in and out.

Terry/Solar Flare: No no no no no!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Honey. Honey! hugs Solar Flare Shh.

Terry/Solar Flare: started crying I don’t believe it. How? Why?! How did I inherited this monster inside of me?! Korvy! What am I gonna do? I am scared! I-

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh Terry. I don’t care if you’re a half Mundane. We’ll find out how your family had this. But, I just want you to know, I still love you. Even if you’re a half beast like I am. You’re my husband and always will be. Because, you’re my whole world Terry. No matter what.

Terry/Solar Flare: crying tears of joy Oh Korvy…

The two husband aliens kissed as the town began chanting the Ultra Oppisites’ names.

Mob: Ultra Opposites! Ultra Opposites! Ultra Opposites! Ultra Opposites!

The heroes stand proud as the job continue their name. But, Solar Flare is still worried about his Mundane form.

THE END

[katzell]

The Bear Season 2 - Initial Thoughts

Mainlined season 2 today. I have no idea why I thought I would take my time with this. I certainly didn’t with season 1. I suppose I anticipated the same anxiety levels as the previous season. I planned for chill out breaks, and yet here we are!

I really appreciated how this season’s remodel gave each character time to look inwards and do work on themselves. I loved that Carmy facilitated these journeys, even if he never fully appreciated how meaningful they were to the people around him. Richie got a win! I had no idea that was something I even wanted and yet the satisfaction of seeing him finally find his lane was everything.

I’m tagging this for spoilers, but I don’t think I’m ready to talk about the Seven Fishes episode. It was amazing. Give Jon Bernthal all the awards. Bob Odenkirk scared the hell out of me. John Mulaney gave a surprisingly nuanced performance. Lets give some awards to Jamie Lee Curtis as well. I thought they were wasting Sarah Paulson and then I watched her eyes well up and her façade crack…clearly there are no small parts in this show.

Speaking of, hello Will Poulter! Seems like Hollywood just realized you’re hot now.

But no, I’m still trying to understand what The Feast of Seven Fishes means for Carmy, Sugar, and Richie. This episode could teach courses on “show don’t tell.” The family dynamics that continue to haunt everyone are on full display. Tragedy is so close to the surface and yet so mixed up in love and joy.

Carmy’s family scream I love you when they are simultaneously ripping into each other. I love you means calm down. I love you means I’m not hurting you. I love you means stop hurting yourself. They say it a lot. They mean it. But its part of the chaos.

At the very end of the season, we hear those often spoken words again, this time from someone outside the family. When Claire says “I love you,” she says it in a moment of quiet during her day, and Carmy hears it when he is literally locked up, alone with his thoughts. The contrast to Richie screaming the same thing moments before is heartbreaking. In losing Claire, Carmy lost a different kind of love, not just that it was romantic, but that it was calm and easy.

I liked Claire and really bought into her dynamic with Carmy. They felt like two formerly awkward kids reconnecting. She was someone who could have really understood his life without being part of it. She could have been an oasis for him, and Carmy, who is actually really good at listening to and supporting others, could have done the same for her. But he’s an infant at relationships. He hasn’t done this before. He could salvage this one, but at the moment he doesn’t value himself enough to try.

Carmy’s relationship with Sydney though continues to be a fascinating and lovely work in progress. I could see them together at some point in the future. But for now, I’m glad for storytelling reasons Sydney isn’t carrying that burden. The vortex of chaos that surrounds Carmy would subjugate Sydney to his emotional journey. For now, I want to watch Sydney grow into a leader who speaks with assurance and commands a room. I want to watch her continue to build her network and reputation. And I’d like to see her date other people to see what that side of her is like without Carmy. And if all the while they continue building the trust and respect, I will probably be delighted to see them kiss.

Or if Sydney and Richie want to hate fuck that would work for me too

I don’t know what the hell is going to happen to tv in the US as we move into this new phase of streaming, but we better get at least three more seasons of Jermey Allen White as an introverted depressed chef and his loud, weird, wonderful family.

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Lance having a PTSD episode! (Whether he works through it or not, maybe the team trying to help but only making it worse?)

Ohhhhh, this is the perfect time to use my headcanon I never talk about 

Trigger Warnings: References to almost drowning

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 “--NCE!!! ---CE!!!” 

Lance opened his eyes, having to blink a couple of times to fully grasp what had happened and where he was. His head pounded and he found himself squinted his eyes against the flashing red lights and the blaring alarms. 

He wasn’t sure where Blue ended up, but she was nose down, causing Lance to be flushed against the belts of his seat. He forced his head up some, trying to grasp where he was. He obviously crashed but where? And why did it feel like he was still moving? 

Through the red lights of the cockpit, all Lance could really focus on was how dark it was getting. He tried to understand what he was seeing but through the pain in his skull and the alarms, his brain was frazzled. 

The only thing he was certain of was Blue was moving, maybe even sinking. 

I can’t be in the ground, I wouldn’t be moving. What is happen-

“-ANCE! Please answer us.” 

Who’s voice is that? It sounded so familiar but he couldn’t place it at this very moment. He fought back a groan, everything hurt. Wherever he landed it was a rough landing. 

“Blue took some serious damage according to our scanners. We need to get him out of there.”

Allura? His mind slowly began to supply a name for him. 

“How? Which lion could even handle that kind of pressure?” 

Lance tried to say something, pushing his voice out of his chest. It came out weak, borderline nonexistent. He took a deep breath, his chest ached, and he needed to get this seatbelt off.

"Guys..." Lance's voice was interrupted by a cough being pulled from his chest, he could not wait till he was in a pod.

"Lance? Are you okay?" Hunk's voice frantically filled the coms.

"Hurts, but okay." Lance knew it wasn't a proper sentence but he was trying his best.

"We're trying to come down and get you but you're sinking quickly. Your lion can handle the pressure but we need to figure out which lion we can send down to get you." Shiro's voice was mostly calm but even Lance could hear the panic behind it.

What did he say? "Sinking?"

"Yes my boy, you fell into the waters of Hovuna. A planet entirely made of water. Water that is denser than the water found on your planet.” Coran said a bit too casually. 

Lance felt a laugh rupture from his lower chest, a laugh that quickly turned into hyperventilating. Lance hated water. He found it borderline humorous that he was selected to be the blue paladin. The Paladin of the lion whose element was water. The element that almost killed him when he was younger.

Lance closed his eyes, trying to will the memories that flashed in his mind away. How cold the water was on his skin, how the current held him and wouldn't let him go. 

He couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe? He tried to focus on his lungs, he tried to imagine the air flowing in and out of his lungs. He tried to convince his panic brain there wasn't any water in his chest. 

“Lance are you okay?” 

Keith. Okay just focus on Keith. His stupid mullet, his hot-headed attitude, it was useless. Lance knew it was. 

He closed his eyes, his mind forcing him to relive that day. The day he wished he could remove from his memories. 

He was a kid, just turn eight years old. His family took him to the beach, that’s all he wanted to do for his birthday. His mom told him to stay out of the water for a bit, the weather was slowly getting worse; she told him they would come back another day. He didn’t listen. He didn’t fucking listen. 

He bolted down from where his family was, running into the water just like any other day. He heard them call for him but he was too far out. Too far out to hear what they were screaming, too far out to realize he couldn’t simply swim back. 

He was pulled under quickly, quick enough that he didn’t even have a moment to scream. He tried to swim up, he kicked as hard as he could, doing anything he could to break the surface; to get air into his lungs. 

His efforts were fruitless and he soon found his body forcing himself to inhale. Forcing himself to breathe in water. Everything hurt, he couldn’t breathe, he knew he was going to die. 

He didn’t die though, by some miracle he was pulled out of the dark, cold water. By some miracle, they were able to save him. 

He never went back into the ocean, or any water again. 

“---ce your vit--s ar- spik-ng. wh-ts goin- on?!” 

Lance didn’t know who was talking to him, he could hardly make out the words. Everything hurt, no matter how many breaths he took he felt like he was suffocating. He was drowning. 

“I’m going to die I’m going to die not again please not again I don’t want to be here...” he was hardly aware of his blabbering. Even his own voice was falling on deaf ears. 

Voices swam around him, he couldn't make out any of the words they were saying. He didn't even register his own nails digging at his chest, peeling his paladin armor off his chest. Trying to relieve the pressure that was building up in his lungs.

Blue landing on the bottom of this atrocious planet slammed him against his seat some more. He knew he was crying, but he couldn't feel the tears. He knew he was begging whatever being that would listen to him to spare him. He knew he was rambling in both English and Spanish, but nothing made any sense to him.

His vision began to fade between seeing the red lights flashing and darkness. He fought the urge to fall asleep; he didn't want to never wake up again.

He threw his helmet off his head, letting it clatter towards the front of Blue. No matter how many breaths he took he felt as though he had no air.

"Please don't let me drown." Lance heard himself say before everything went dark.

He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake. He was in an in-between state, a state he didn't know how to escape. He felt his lion shift, a loud groaning sound of metal being released as the movement began to rise.

The movement dragged on forever before his lion was placed back down on the ground. Was he back on the bottom of the seafloor? Did the planet flip itself over like an hourglass? Was he going to be stuck in the cycle of falling back in forth?

"Lance? Lance are you okay?"

Something was touching him. Someone was touching him. There was a voice, a familiar voice but just like before he couldn't place it. He was being moved, he didn't know where to.

He wanted to wake up. He wanted to get himself out of this state.

Pain exploded from his back, and he found himself gasping as his vision quickly started working again. Everything was bright, too bright.

"Jesus Keith, why did you hit him so hard?"

"I'm sorry! I panicked! You panicked too!"

His lungs forced him to cough as he choked on the air he was breathing. His senses quickly tuned back into his surroundings.

He was sitting on the metal floor, sitting in front of Blue. Shiro was kneeling next to him, his metal hand pressed firmly on his back, Keith kneeling on his other side.

He could tell the others were also there but he wasn't sure where they stood.

"Lance? Are you okay? Did Blue get water in her?"

Lance couldn't respond, he had no control over his body. He could provide the basic functions needed but talking was not a needed function apparently.

Lance looked down at his fingers, trying to focus on his gloves. In and out. In and out. In and out. He let those words become a mantra in his head, trying to tell himself he was safe. He was okay. He never wanted to go near water ever again.

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I'm happy I finally got to write something like this

I hope you liked it <3

Thank you <3333

[sicsidsimp666]

The End, So Far Album Review

Hello. It's Toad. And this post is all about the new album that Slipknot put out and my thoughts live time while listening to it. This means that they are unfiltered. That being said please understand that I am thankful they shared their art with us yet again, and a review is merely my own opinion of how the music made me feel and my experience while listening to it. 

It's not an argumentative point nor do I wish to have a Socratic seminar on the internet. Spoiler Toad’s real personality is not Ben Shapiro so I don't really enjoy having frivolous little scuffles with people who I am largely unacquainted with. I’m not sure I made a gain in life anytime that I engaged in an argument on the internet. 

However, I love sharing knowledge with others and conversing (and for those of you who don't know arguing and conversing/learning new views are not the same thing!!!). Okay now that I've attracted people who like to fight bahaha let's get on to the review :)

Adderall: (4/10)

Reminds me of a musical

Acid trip influenced?

I feel like I'm slightly in the 70s

Overall eh and seems out of place, but new styles are always a great idea

The Dying Song: (9/10)

Already knew this one was a banger

Angry. I am in love.

Great message

Still can't be early Slipknot tho, but that's okay that's why the other albums are recorded and can be listened to at any time. They don't need to be the same to still be Slipknot.

The Chapeltown Rag: (10/10)

God damn I love this song

Make hyper brain feel very happy

Message is also good

Sid doing work? Okayyyyy!

The fucking breakdown at 1:37 ughhh 😩 Yummy.

Corey's deep voice power here is really showcased 👀

Yen: (8/10)

Like the spooky/eerie video and vibes

The guitar goes hard

We love to see Rat's solo!

Corey's voice really be horny hours

Chorus is a banger

Overall song is good, a little repetitive is all.

Hive Mind: (8/10)

Very much so like the spooky start. I feel like a terminator invader alien

Okayyyy go get it Jim, Mick, and Alessandro!

We can hear Clown and his shiny keg. We love.

Jay's getting a workout, too

Alien sounds are banging

Love the energy and anger of the song. Reminiscent of young Slipknot.

Warranty: (4/10)

Okay right away has me pumped

We are still in a spaceship

Hmmm not really vibing with this one. Seems a little slapped together.

I feel meh. It didn't really capture my attention.

Medicine for the Dead: (3/10)

I'm in a Scooby-Doo episode where it is set in a swamp and there is something swimming in the water.

The tempo is nice and feels powerful and is very methodical.

Song really made me realize how Corey's singing style has changed and grown

I don't know if I like the up and down/soft and heavy style :/

Acidic: (2/10)

I can see Shawn put his ✨artiste✨ mind to work here with all the intros

Feels very sinister in the opening

God damnit Corey keeps normally singing and I wanna just hear anger 😂 but still at least it is new and fresh

The guitar solo tho. Who's getting their dick sucked??? 👀👀👀

Ending was sort of strange and gave 70's vibes again

Overall not a fan of the new style here.

Heirloom (1/10)

Okay Sid go off I guess

Corey if you don't start screaming so help me God. Good on you tho for calming down in life 😂

I just. Everyone else is amazing. Really upped their skill set. Corey. You are on thin ice [please know that toad understands how amazing Corey's skill set is, this comment is made in jest. Please relax].

Did they accidentally put a stone sour song on the Slipknot album? 😂 @in-death-we-fall @custer-mp3

H377: (9/10)

I'm not getting my hopes up even tho the intro is dope

Finally we have remembered our roots as a nu-metal band

Tempo? Chef's kiss! 🤌🏻

Can't wait to go off like a crack squirrel when this comes on

Corey could sound a little more. Like. Angry? I don't know, just not like Corey quite yet.

Great guitar work again

Amazing

De Sade: (4/10)

Great seamless carry-over into the next song.

Nice Jay spotlight for a little

Whatever Corey repeats is um. Interesting? Hahaha

We pick up tempo and energy in the middle

Lots of high-pitched guitar which isn't bad, just something newer

Very nice base playing ♥️

The drawn out guitar after "why" is smexy

The "stab stab stab" in the background of the end guitar solo was lowkey funny and made me think of: who let Sid in the recording booth lmao

Overall just meh towards it, not bad tho.

Finale: (5/10)

Okay so we got like a melody violin and piano fairy in a cave thing going on?

Building up slowly

I like the layers of the chorus

Monkeys "oooohahahaha" very uhhh unique?

Guitar and base at like ≈3:00 is nice

We got some opera.

Song seemed to have the tone of coming to an acceptance that wasn’t necessarily wanted. 

Melancholy?? 

It was a great statement piece. Not my style. 

Overall: (6/10)

Great they still put out music. 

Trying new styles is great, dont want it to be stale they just didn’t vibe with me which is fine

For me 50/50 love/hate the songs. 

Separate from Sone Sour for the most part, but definitely the most mixed that Slipknot has been with them and their style. 

Probably my least favorite album. 

Will continue to listen to it and see if it grows on me more. I initially didn’t like WANYK also so things tend to grow better on me over time.