#so i'm gonna accept this monumental fuck up on my part

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I have been telling my friends that season 7 is a bridge. Also, that Tim had a plan and as he wasn’t in the last 2, the story isn’t as he planned so he spent the whole season taking the characters there. Meaning healing from last trauma to add new traumas and building the foundations for the next season, foundations he thought were going to be build.

For example:

- Chim and Maddie fostering Mara is the bridge to Maddie and Chim having another child, maybe adopting this time.

- Hen and Karen will adopt Mara, and I’m not quite sure about the next step because I’m thinking about Captain Hen but I don’t think it’ll happen in the next season.

- Bi Buck we know what bridge that is even if some people don’t want to accept it.

- Eddie, being bad written, is the bridge to prioritising and putting himself first for them establishing boundaries with his parents. (Kind of Buck did). Also, to discover himself and what he really wants. Healing.

- Bobby to realise he’s a hero and that his works wasn’t over, especially now that Gerrard is back.

- Athena hasn’t been a proper cop this season and both times (Harry incident and whatever the fuck was the Amir thing) she has used her power so I think something will happen there that’ll make her stop and think.

The reason why the wasn’t room for development is because for some stories, it was the end (Chim being traumatised in his wedding by Doug) and for other stories it was the beginning (the whole episode 7x10)

i'm sorry, i don't want to sound like i'm being dismissive of your opinion because you're entitled to it, but i don't agree with any of this. to start with, it's too bad that tim couldn't tell the story he wanted to after s4, but that's not an excuse for him to come back two seasons later, throw a temper tantrum and ignore everything that's happened since that isn't convenient for him. lol. as for the rest, let's break it down:

this sets up for maddie and chim having another child...except we don't actually KNOW how THEY feel about it. they've never talked about having more kids, let alone fostering. we never saw any of this from their POV, we were just up and told that they wanted to do it for henren. which is a beautiful thing for them to do, but we don't know what they feel about it, if they've considered the logistics of having a second child, about jee having a sibling—none of it!

my issue with henren this season was that they recycled the plot of them having trouble with expanding their family for, what, the...third time? it's so tired and feels like misery porn at this point (and let's not even get into the uncomfortable racial elements around the way mara was written in 7x05).

something as monumental as the bi!buck arc should have been explored better. sorry. aside from his conversation with maddie, we barely got to see buck do any kind of serious self-reflection about this major part of his identity and his relationship with tommy, has, well. it's just been written in a very strange and off-putting way post 7x05. sorry to say.

whatever happened with eddie is really not the way to get him to prioritize himself! think about it. for the first time he prioritized his own grief in trying to get catharsis with kim. and it backfired on him spectacularly. he hurt his kid. he lost christopher. i don't think he's ever gonna recover from this guilt. if anything, what's happened will only reinforce his belief that he should never prioritize himself, ever. the thing with kim didn't lead to any kind of healing, it made everything a million times worse. he was quite literally punished by the narrative for his grief and it's quite sickening. and given how things were handled this season i highly doubt it will be treated with any kind of nuance or care in the next.

this has not been the first time athena has abused her power—only the most egregious instance of it—and it won't be the last. if abusing her power in s1 and harassing a teenage girl then didn't get her to stop and think, i don't think this will. sorry.

my entire point, is that most of the things you've mentioned here was incredibly last minute. madney fostering mara. the eddie/kim plotline. eddie's conflict with chris. the bobby and amir plotline. everything in 7x10 felt like an afterthought. why is it that bobby's life was in serious danger and yet we barely saw anything of him? why didn't we get to see more the firefam being worried over him and holding vigil? how is it that eddie and chris didn't even have a single conversation before chris went away to a different state?

you don't use all ten episodes of a season just to set up new plot points for the rest without developing or concluding the stuff already going on in a meaningful manner that makes sense. sorry.

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Bodega Dreams Part 2

Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Summary: After finding out that not only is Miles is The Prowler but that you are also pregnant. You now must navigate how to repair the trust lost in your relationship.

Word Count: 3k+

(This story has a character who is getting an abortion. If that offends you: Block me.)

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When you woke up the next morning, Miles still wasn't home. You didn't bother going out of the room to see if he was there because you didn't want to face his mom. You didn't really want to see Miles, either. Thinking about sorting all the emotions of the situation made you want to pass out. You wish you could say differently, but you didn't contemplate whether to tell Miles about the pregnancy. Deep down, you knew he had a right to know, even though it's your choice to do what's best for your body. If you didn't tell him, you had to live with the fact that you'd be keeping something so big from him. He didn't tell you about being The Prowler for the same reason. Having a child with someone is such a spiritual and intense experience and did you really want that with someone who kept such monumental secrets from you? This whole ordeal really cemented the insecurity she had about being so emotionally dependent on Miles. Even if you decide to leave, where would you go? Were you supposed to live with your dad in his prison cell or maybe at your mother's grave? You haven't even graduated highschool yet. 

You get out of bed and walk over to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Your face was swollen and your hair was going every which way. You decide to hop in the shower, doing nothing more than sitting in the hot water. It did make you feel a bit better, until you heard Miles gently knocking on the door. 

"Y|N?" he asked as you cut the water off. 

"I'm here," you said flatly.

"We need to talk," he said, you actually almost chuckled.

"What is there to talk about? You want me to accept that you're The Prowler which you've been hiding from me for God knows how long. You seem to be okay with literally murdering innocent people for whatever excuse or mission you're clearly willing to stick to no matter what. So what is there really to talk about Miles?" You spit the words out like venom. 

"I told you I was wrong for that. I figured the less you knew the less danger you'd be in. I didn't want you to be constantly worried about such complicated things," He said. 

"That's bullshit," you said, wrapping a towel around yourself and walking into the bedroom. 

"How am I protecting you from such a violent and vicious world bullshit?" he asked. 

"What did you think was going to happen when I found out? Did you really think you were going to go years without telling me? We are in a relationship that I thought was an open book, I didn't realize you were ripping out pages as I was reading. Don't fucking sit there and try to act like you were protecting me from knowledge because we both know knowledge isn't something that anyone needs to be protected from. You were protecting your own image you wanted me to have of you. It's really off putting that you're trying to make it seem like you had to lie to me to protect me. Like that's actually weird as fuck," you said throwing on a tee shirt and biker shorts. 

"Okay. I hear you and I understand that this hurt you," he said, getting less defensive.

"It's not that it hurt my feelings. Well I mean yeah it did but my trust in you is just gone. I just need time to clear my head, I love you but this is just such a fucked up situation," you said throwing on a pair of shoes and grabbing your purse. 

"Does your mom know?" you asked?

"Where are you-"

"Does. Your. Mom. Know?" You asked again which was followed by a heavy silence. 

"Oh that's rich, you protecting her too?" you asked rhetorically.

"What time are you gonna be home?" he asked, following you from the bedroom to the living room. 

"I just need to run down and get a couple things from the store. I love you," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. 

You have never been so relieved to smell the rotting garbage on the curb in your life. You didn't want to be in the house right now. You reach into your bag to pull out your pen but when you remembered your situation. You threw it back into your bag in frustration and walked to your favorite deli and ordered a cold sub and a diet coke. You haven't eaten anything after vomiting your brains out last night. Your body was past empty at this point. After you left you hopped on the subway and made your way down to the cemetery, buying a bouquet of flowers from a street vendor. 

You felt stupid for getting ready so fast because it was 60 degrees and you were in some damn biker shorts. You wanted to go see your moms grave, it just made you feel calm and at peace. You missed her in times like this, she died when you were about 12. You were grateful for the childhood memories but in your teenage years you needed her. Sometimes you think your dad wouldn't have spiraled if she didn't pass, as awful as the sounds. It's nobody's fault but that almost makes it worse, accepting that it was just her fate was harder than blaming someone. 

Once she got to the cemetery she pulled some weeds away from her grave stone. She used her napkins from the deli to wipe away some of the debris from the stone. After that, you laid your jacket on the ground and started to eat your food. You are a spiritual person, so you didn't feel like you needed to relay the last 24 hours to her verbally. You feel as though she watches over you and knows what's going on as it happens. You set your sandwich down and let out a big sigh. 

"This is just a fucked up mess huh?" you asked rhetorically washing your food down with your soft drink.

You spent the time at the cemetery self reflecting on what you were going to do. It was your decision to be with Miles even if he is The Prowler. You understood that this could put you in danger, enemies who wanted to hurt you just to get to Miles. That was a choice you could make but a baby can't help the life they are brought into. Would it really be moral for you to put your child in a situation where they could be killed or used as ransom or whatever? Even if you didn't consider his alter ego, you were both barely 18. You wanted to go to college, have a career, travel and experience everything life has to offer with Miles. Not to mention the clone, your brain really couldn't even process that; it literally gave you a migraine. You wiped a few tears from your face and stood up. You pack your things up and make your way out of the graveyard and stop at the store before heading back to the apartment. 

When you walked in, Miles was sitting on the couch. He jumped up once he heard the door open, practically running to you. 

"How are you?" he asked you, running his hands down your arms. 

"We need to talk," you sighed walking back into the bedroom.

"Yeah, of course," he said following you. 

"First, I want to say that I understand why you didn't tell me. I think it was stupid but I do get why you thought it would protect me. I'm extremely hurt that.. you wouldn't tell me such an important part of your life. I'm not saying that I completely forgive you and want to move on but, there is something that- I'm pregnant. I feel kinda like everything that happened last night really opened my eyes to how many things you have to consider when having a baby. I don't think we should have this baby especially with everything we have going on," you said with tears pooling in your eyes. Miles covered his hands with his face and ran them down his cheeks slowly.

"Holy shit," he said standing up, starting to pace. 

"I'm sorry if this sounds harsh but you will respect my decision." you said, he shook his head in agreement. 

"I'm so sorry that I put you through last night especially knowing, you know. I respect your decision of course but you also have to respect my feelings about it," he said, getting on his knees in front of you. You were sitting on the bed, he rested his elbows on your knees and looked up at you as he spoke. 

"Well what are your feelings about it?" you asked.

"I love you so obviously the thought of raising a child with you intrigues me. I want to be able to have a future and a family with you but like you said it's your decision," he said

"Even if I decided to keep it, would that really work? You're.. The Prowler. I can make the decision to stay with you even though I know I'm at risk. I can't bring an innocent child into that," you said, taking his face into your hands.

"I know," he said rubbing his hands, "Tomorrow, I want to take you down to the warehouse. To show you everything i've been up to. I don't want to hide anything from you anymore," he said standing up and sitting next to you on the bed. 

"Is it safe?" you asked. 

"It's safe when the lion is the one who is inviting you into the den right?" he asked.

"Not unless the lion wants a little snack," you joked back.

"I might be feeling hungry by then," he said making you laugh, this was the first time you smiled at each other since the entire ordeal. 

~

You meant what you said about how you couldn't forgive and forget everything he kept from you. It did make you feel better that he was wanting to open up more and show you what he's been up to. This is the first step to healing the relationship in your opinion. You're just trying to take things day by day, stressing out constantly would just make everything worse. Once you woke up in the morning you started getting ready to go with Miles to work. Then after you were going to planned parenthood to set up an appointment. You expressed to Miles how you were a bit nervous because of everything you've seen about the protestors who harass people who come in and out. He reassured you that he wouldn't allow anyone to do so.  You both were in the car pulling up to the warehouse, Uncle Aaron allowed Miles to take his truck for the day to run errands.

The building was dull from the outside, it didn't look abandoned but not necessarily occupied either. There were no cars in sight and trash littered the ground, stray dogs fighting over who knows what. There was a line of tents that ran along one of the fence lines. Once you got into the building you were a bit confused because it appeared to be completely empty. He led you to the corner of the large room and let go of your hand. He pushed a broken refrigerator about five feet from its original placement, revealing a set of stairs. Once you were downstairs your eyes widened; it was like you stepped into a whole new world. 

Tables that were packed to the brim with technology and weapons that looked like they came from the pits of world war three. Not only just machinery but what appeared to be a lab, different test tubes filled with different colored liquids among other things. Open duffle bags of money, more money you'd ever seen in real life. You were pretty taken back with everything you were seeing. 

"What is it that you do exactly?" you asked, running your fingers along one of the tables. 

"We're essentially body guards for our boss Kingpin. If he has a problem with someone then that person has a problem with The Prowler," he said, grabbing your hand. 

"So you promise me you're not just killing for fun?" you asked, turning to face him. 

"I would never purposefully end someone's life for shits and giggles. Ever." he said. 

"Are you happy doing all this?" you asked.

"I am, I feel like I really do help keep people safe. The people that Kingpin sicks us on can be some of the most vile people you could imagine. Not only that, I try to give back to the community. You know Mrs. Rodchester who lives on 112th? Ever since her husband died, her entire social security goes towards her rent. The other day Uncle Arron and I were able to stock her entire fridge and buy her things like toilet paper etc. There's a man in our building whose wife died, leaving him with 4 kids under 15. We took them back to school shopping and were able to pay for a gravestone. I know we can cause harm but I don't know I really try to be as good as I can," he said.

"Thank you for taking me here and showing me more about what you do. I feel alot better about this entire thing," you said, pulling him into a hug. 

"Me too," he said. 

You were both on your way to the clinic, you were a bit sad but deep down you knew this was the best decision for your situation. Miles had taken some money from one of the bags and stopped at Mcdonalds. When you pulled into the parking lot you were taken back by how outlandish the protesters were. Holding signs with fetuses and bible verses under them. Yelling and trying to talk to every car that exited, trying to show fliers through the car windows. Thou shall not judge though right? You felt bad from women who didn't have a choice being told their evil for something they can't help. Like women with ectopic pregnancies or rape victims who may not necessarily want an abortion but need to for their health. 

After walking into the lobby you only waited about an hour before getting your appointment set up. It was a week from now and you were feeling relieved that it was being taken care of. You read online that a lot of girls have guilt even if they wanted to go through with it. You however didn't feel this way, you were confident that you were making the right choice for yourself, Miles and your pregnancy. He was being so supportive, he held your hand the entire time and kept telling you: I support you no matter what. As you guys were walking out of the clinic, you were shocked at the hell that broke loose while you were inside. Police cars were everywhere, and three protesters were in handcuffs, you laughed when you saw them. That smile quickly faded once you saw a young woman covered in blood. Apparently one of the protesters threw a bucket of pig's blood on a woman walking back to her car. 

"I wasn't even getting an fucking abortion I came here to pick up my damn birth control!" she practically screamed as an officer comforted her, wiping some of the blood off her face. Once you got back to the car, tears started to flow down your face.

"What's wrong?" Miles asked. 

"Maybe it's just hormones but I feel so bad for that girl. What if that was me I just- people can be so cruel," you said showing a handful of slightly cold fries into your mouth. 

"Yeah pro-life until it's the life of the woman of the fetus," he said, putting the car into drive and making your way home. You were exhausted once you got home, you let your body flop onto the couch. Rio was making spaghetti which you were excited for. She put vegetables in it like mushrooms and zucchini which you really liked. 

"Where have you guys been, I feel like I haven't seen you either in a couple days," she said, wiping her hands on your jeans, pulling Miles into a hug. You could barely keep your eyes open so you excuse yourself and go lay down. Miles followed you explaining that he had to go meet up with Uncle Aaron to handle some business. You don't really remember what you said because as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. 

~

"Come on Mami, come eat," Rio said as she sat on the bed rubbing your arm up and down to wake you up. You slowly got up, feeling like a bear coming out of hibernation. You walked out and there was already a plate ready for you.

"Thank you so much, it smells so good," you said sitting down. 

"Of course," she paused before continuing, "so, I found this in the bathroom," she said holding up your pregnancy test, you could physically feel the blood draining from your face. 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you I was-" you started before Rio interrupted you. 

"Don't apologize, you are loved and supported here and I want you to know that I support you. No matter what you decide. Does Miles know?" she asked, sitting down next to you, putting her hand on your knee. 

"Yes he knows, he came with me to planned parenthood. I'm not going to keep the baby, I just don't think our relationship or either of our mental states could handle a baby. I'm not ready," you said, starting to cry for the thousandth time today. 

"You know only Jef and I know this but before Miles I had an abortion. He just got accepted into the police academy and I wasn't even halfway done with nursing school. Not only that, I had such bad morning sickness that I lost 15 pounds. I couldn't eat, sleep or focus; I couldn't get anything done, nothing. My point in telling you this, I want you to know that life can move forwards even as big of an obstacle as this is okay?" she asked and you pulled her into a hug. She laughed and wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

"Thank you for everything," you said. 

"My bonus daughter," she said, pulling away and holding your face in her hands. She then turned on the T.V as you both started to eat. 

"I am currently reporting live from a planned parenthood in Harlem, New York. Three protesters died after an assault of a woman who was doused in blood after picking up a prescription. Police have indicated that The Prowler is tied to this case due to the debris left on the scene and the nature of the attack. Heather Morretti reporting with Channel 101 News." The women spoke loudly through the speaker. 

"Serves them right," Rio said, getting up to grab a drink. You sat there dumbfounded and confused. You immediately get up and run to the bathroom, throwing up everything you ate today.

Authors Note:

Thank you for reading, I was feeling a bit insecure about my writing before posting the first part to this story. I'm so happy to see that people enjoy my work and it makes me feel proud to cover a topic that many women feel they can't talk about without getting attacked. Abortion is health care and as @kickbacknxtdoor said when someone has so many things on their plate, a baby truly can be out of the question and that isn't something to be ashamed of. Again, abortion is health care that every person should have entailment to. If that triggers you, tough tatas.

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I posted 9,519 times in 2022

That's 9,382 more posts than 2021!

69 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 500 of my posts in 2022

#dracula - 58 posts

#friend art - 50 posts

#destiny 2 - 47 posts

#ask game - 35 posts

#ask game answers - 34 posts

#goncharov - 33 posts

#unreality - 21 posts

#ref - 19 posts

#inferno wip - 15 posts

#multi lefaiye - 9 posts

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#gordon introduces himself as a confirmed bachelor and dante is working through language and cultural barriers as well as brain damage

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gonna begin asking people who post about transandrophobia not being a thing if they were aphobes in 2016

6 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#4

bc ive been playing minecraft a lot lately on my brother's realm i've got a map mod so i can see the surrounding region and boy howdy so we're on the tundra island right, we've lovingly named it antarctica

here’s the map for reference

i thought 'hey, i wonder what's around us' and went exploring found a lot of continents (or so i thought) so i went further, realized they're all part of one  supercontinent that's surrounding us, and we're in an inland sea

another interesting note, there are a lot of shipwrecks, ocean monuments, underwater ruins, ruined nether portals, all those things none of them are on or around antarctica so whoever came before us did not settle at all on this island, and i don't know why there are a couple little villages, so it's hospitable to villagers, but not to whatever our precursors were

6 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#3

Hey bestie it's me here to hand deliver a gas station blorbos ramble!!! Thank you for your participation!! Okay so I had to think a little about something I don't think I've told you about already (<3), and I think I will tell you about one of the original creepypastas that I love and adore. It's about the time Jack and Jerry get kidnapped by an old classmate of Jack's.

So the whole thing is about like. This guy, Beaux, kidnapped these two to sacrifice them and summon an ancient god. Thing is, he doesn't know what he's doing, and they're both unafraid and unimpressed. They spend most of the time heckling him, while he gets more and more agitated.

A running joke here is that Beaux is like. Incredibly racist and nasty. He believes people of color are the reason for all of his problems and he's the epitome of a white cishet man with a persecution/victim complex. I have no pity for him.

Anyway Beaux thinks he kills the part-timer he kidnapped with them, but the part-timer wakes up, punches him in the face, and runs away. Beaux fails to catch him, and he has a fit about how Jack and Jerry are being so difficult and his life has been nothing but suffering. Eventually, Beaux decides to sacrifice himself to summon the god, but he's too afraid to go through with it.

Jerry very enthusiastically offers to kill Beaux instead--Beaux wants to die and Jerry wants to kill him, so it's a win-win! And Beaux accepts. He lets Jerry out, boasting about how Jerry could never have the guts to hurt someone, and Jerry cuts him off by shooting him in the leg. The god comes and drags Beaux to another dimension, and Jerry stops it from taking him and Jack too by peeing on the portal. I'm not kidding.

Anyway yeah Jack and Jerry get to go home with minimal injury!!!

I’m fucking honking what is this series

6 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#2

p,,, perhaps Dante with 👔?

perhaps...

his daughter gave him the shirt and he loves it

8 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[points at you] tell me about a blorbo. you have ten seconds /s

(jokes aside hi i want to hear about ur ocs pls and thank u, i just don't have specific questions in mind)

Blorbo…

Anyway I’m gonna talk about Renfield bc he’s always on my mind so, cw for body horror, cannibalism, and corpse talk under the cut

Ren is from Inferno, and is the ‘mouser’ in Gordon’s Ridge, the main town the story takes place in. By mouser I mean he eats rats and mice after chasing them on all fours.

He’s not human! In-text no one is sure what he is (except his partner Jordan). He’s actually a parasitic worm that’s attached to the brain of his dead bf. Because of this, he looks anemic and kind of waxy. Like a bad embalming job.

Worms need to eat flesh to survive, and often eat people; they don’t see the issue and don’t distinguish between meats. They’re not human, after all, so that’s not part of their outlook.

He’s also not fully developed; worms like him live in large colonies where they all work to protect the egg clutches and stores of corpses kept preserved for the new worms to live in. However, he was separated from his family in 1700s Britain during one of the Jacobite wars (I can’t remember if I ever specified exactly) and began wandering trying to find them.

Instead he found his first partner, Justin, (who belongs to my partner) who later died, and Renfield switched his old corpse out for his boyfriend’s in an attempt to save him. It didn’t work.

Eventually he stowed away across the Atlantic and ended up in Boston in the 1800s, where he met Jordan. They entered a relationship and, when Jordan left their home, the two headed west.

Ren is very animated, and is mostly gentle, he loves petting soft animals, playing in the dirt, and basking. Another worm has referred to him as a ‘lamb with fangs’, as the gentle aspects of his personality contrast the part where he needs to hunt to survive, and is very good at killing.

He tries to befriend people, but humans interacting with him have their fight or flight response triggered because of the way he moves is just outside of normal for the human brain. Inhumans (the term for supernatural creatures) don’t have this problem.

Also! He just didn't have a name for a while, either he wasn't given one or he forgot it, but he just didn't have a name for a while (he probably went by pseudonyms). Then Jordan read Dracula to him and he latched onto the name Renfield. (as an in-universe reason why he's named that when in reality i named him that as a joke)

12 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

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Geralt and Eskel edging Jaskier, who's under Axii not to come until they tell him, spending all day taking turns till he's soaked and full of cum, hole too loose to close and just completely cockdumb to the point he can't even begin to come. Finally, they DP him and tell him to come and his scream is loud enough to shake dust off the walls. Or fisting/ double fisting maybe? Age is dealers choice I'm good with any.

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Jaskier hadn’t expected his first winter at Kaer Morhen to be like this. He’d been excited, sure—it would be a great opportunity to see where it all began, the top-secret home of the Wolf Witchers, a mystic keep hidden high in the mountains. He could talk to Geralt’s brothers, see if they proved to be less monosyllabic.

He and Geralt could fuck in a proper bed without having to worry about other inn patrons.

Which they proceeded to do as soon as Jaskier could stop shivering from their trek up the mountain. Several times. Very loudly, in fact.

He almost—almost—regretted it the next morning, when Eskel greeted him, unable to look him in the eye. Of course. Witcher senses, enhanced hearing.

Jaskier considered being embarrassed for all of a second—after all, it was sort of like having your in-laws know all the details of your sex life. But he’d never been one to embarrass easily, and he wasn’t about to start now. So, after getting Geralt’s agreement, he looked Eskel straight in the eye and asked, “Wanna fuck?”

Which was how he’d found himself here, spread-eagle on their bed, head in Geralt’s lap while Eskel kneeled between his legs. “Sure you want to do this?” Eskel asked, in that honey-warm voice of his that never failed to send shivers down Jaskier’s spine.

“Yes I’m sure, please,” Jaskier begged, leaning his head back to entreat Geralt, too. Eskel nodded and traced his fingers through the air, and the world went syrupy around him. All he could feel was Geralt’s fingers combing lightly through his hair, and an overwhelming sense of Eskel, intimate and comforting. Jaskier sighed in relaxation.

“Jaskier, are you with me?” Eskel asked, honeyed voice drifting to him through the fog.

“Yeah,” he said dreamily.

“Good. Listen carefully. You can’t come until we say,” Eskel coached him, and Jaskier repeated it dutifully. If Eskel was telling him, then it must have been important.

Then Jaskier felt the fog lift, and being snapped back to reality felt like jumping into a freezing river. He gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

“Alright?” Geralt asked, his fingers tracing lower and lower until they were caressing his neck, then down his chest, until they were tweaking at his nipples. Jaskier arched up into the contact.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Now fuck me,” he demanded, wiggling his hips enticingly. Geralt laughed.

“Impatient,” he chided. “Eskel, get him ready?”

Eskel hummed—was that a witcher thing, then?—and grabbed the vial of they kept beside the bed for this exact purpose. Jaskier watched as he drizzled it into his hand, and promptly yelled as Eskel seized his cock. “Fuck,” he gasped, bucking up into it, but only succeeded in thrusting once, twice, before Eskel was pulling away.

“That’s just a taste of what’s to come, little lark,” Eskel murmured darkly. Jaskier was saved a response by the feeling of one thick finger—thicker than Geralt’s, even, which, wow—nudging against his hole. Jaskier moaned.

“Listen to you. Only one finger and you’re already begging for it,” Geralt teased, pinching his nipples again. Jaskier was caught between the dual sensations, already half out of his mind with lust. And they’d only just started. “We’re not going to stop until you’re crying for it,” he promised, and Jaskier moaned again, louder.

“Such beautiful sounds for us,” Eskel praised, adding another finger and crooking them both just right.

“Please—more, give me more,” Jaskier pleaded, and nearly bit his tongue off when Eskel complied, just as Geralt tugged at his cock again.

“Is this what you want?” Geralt asked, rubbing his thumb over the slit.

“Yes, yes, please, Geralt, want—”

“What do you want? Do you want to come?” Geralt continued, sounding far too at ease for the fire coursing through Jaskier’s veins at every movement.

“Yes—so close—gonna—”

“But you can’t. Don’t you remember, Jaskier? You asked for this,” Geralt reminded him cruelly, letting his cock bob back against his stomach. Jaskier whined.

“You won’t be complaining for much longer, once I’m inside of you,” Eskel assured him, and then did just that—Jaskier whined again at the loss of his fingers, feeling entirely too empty, hole fluttering in Eskel’s wake—but he was soon pacified when Eskel’s thick, gorgeous cock breached him.

All of the air punched out of him as Eskel thrust deep in one smooth movement. He could come just from this, the sensation of being so exquisitely full—except he couldn’t. He couldn’t even as Eskel took him in hand and started stroking, pumping his hips in powerful thrusts that sent him brushing right up against Jaskier’s prostate.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck,” Jaskier chanted, unable to form any other thoughts besides the urgent need to come and the overwhelming feeling of Eskel, Eskel, Eskel.

“How does he feel?” Geralt asked, looking at Eskel, whose face was tightly screwed up in pleasure.

“Fucking—incredible,” Eskel grunted. “So hot—and tight—and wet, all for us—” And with that, he came, come squelching up inside of Jaskier, hot and wet against his inner walls. Jaskier moaned, thrashing his head back and forth.

“Fuck—fuck, please, please, let me come, I’ve been good—” he begged.

“You have been, you’ve been so good, so good for us,” Geralt reassured him, petting broad hands down his sides. Jaskier sobbed in overstimulation, the touch just this side of too much and yet not enough. “Can you keep being good for us?”

Jaskier nodded, chest heaving. “Please—want you, Geralt, want you inside—”

“Shh, little lark. Be patient,” Geralt said, but gently scooted out from under Jaskier’s head, letting him drop softly back onto the bed. Eskel shuffled away from Jaskier’s ass, replacing him at the top of the bed. Geralt took Eskel’s place, hoisting Jaskier’s legs up until he was bent nearly in half, gaping hole winking up at him, still with come dripping out of it.

Eskel’s hand appeared in his vision, fingers heading towards his mouth, and Jaskier opened eagerly. “Suck,” Eskel commanded, and he did with pleasure. It gave him something to focus on, a much needed distraction from his painfully hard dick.

And then his concentration went completely out the window when Geralt thrust into him, glide slicked by the oil and come leaking out of his hole. A strangled sort of gasp made its way out of Jaskier’s mouth.

“Mmm, so open and wet for me. Did Eskel fuck you open nice and good?” Geralt crooned, thrusting rapidly, hitting Jaskier’s oversensitive prostate with every stroke. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

He tried to say something, garbled past Eskel’s fingers, who kindly removed them and then unkindly started pumping his spit-slick hand up and down Jaskier’s cock. Jaskier wheezed.

“Gonna fill you up so good, ‘til you’re round with our seed,” Geralt purred, shuddering as he approached his own peak. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name.”

“He’s already halfway there,” Eskel commented wryly. It was true—Jaskier felt half out of his mind with lust, unbearable and immediate.

It only intensified when Geralt thrust once, twice, again, and then came, come shooting out of him in thick spurts, filling Jaskier up completely. He sobbed with the feeling, so unbearably full.

And through it all, Eskel’s hand never stopped, up and down until Jaskier was sure his cock had been rubbed completely raw. “Hnghh—” he whined, trying fruitlessly to squirm away, but Eskel didn’t let up. “Please.”

“Oh, do you want to come?” Eskel asked, leaning over to fill Jaskier’s view. Jaskier nodded frantically. “Too bad.”

The sobs started in earnest then, chest heaving as the witchers swapped places again. And again, and again, fucking him full of their come until he was heavy with it, until his hole couldn’t even so much as clench around them.

He didn’t know when they let up, but he came back to himself some time later with nothing inside of him, the feeling of come leaking out tickling his ass.

“Jaskier, hey,” Geralt said, and Jaskier cast exhausted eyes at him. “Do you want to keep going with what we talked about?” Geralt asked, and it took a minute for Jaskier to remember.

But once he did, he nodded, even though part of him was screaming out for him to stop, to accept his limits. But the larger part of him wanted to see how much he could take, and so he nodded, and Eskel lifted him until he was chest-to-chest with Eskel and perched over his cock, all of his weight supported by those two strong hands, legs weak as a kitten’s.

Geralt took his position behind Jaskier, and then Jaskier was being unbelievably stretched even farther, speared open on both of their cocks. He screamed, thrashing from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know. If he could just—get a hand on his cock—maybe he could finally come—

But he was too fucked out to even think about attempting it himself. Even just the effort of keeping his head from lolling back was monumental, every muscle overtaxed and every limb in his body filled with sand. He whined, voice cracking in the middle of it.

“Fuck—you’re so open for us, so good, fuck, lark,” Eskel grunted, rapidly pistoning his hips in counterpoint to Geralt’s thrusts.

“So good,” Geralt murmured, nosing at Jaskier’s neck. “Do you want to come? You deserve a reward.”

“Yes,” Jaskier sobbed, and then Eskel was making that hand gesture in front of him again.

“Come for me,” he ordered, and Jaskier screamed until his throat went numb and the world went white, cock spurting rope after rope of come, wringing him completely dry.

He passed out.

He came to what must have been hours later, limbs and ass deliciously sore the way they only were after a good fuck. He groaned, uncurling from the ball he’d been curled into underneath a pile of furs, and opened his eyes to see Geralt sitting against the headboard with Eskel asleep in his lap.

“Hey,” he said softly, upon seeing that Jaskier was awake. “How do you feel?”

“Fucking amazing.”

Geralt chuckled. “So you liked it, then?”

“Oh, we are absolutely doing that again,” Jaskier rasped. “…As soon as I can feel my legs.”

[prayaga22]

That's a very interesting and amazing interpretation of things.. it's been painful, seeing non-shippers make memes and jokes about this turn of events ...and the episode itself.. they named it well.. Despair... I've been following the show for the past 8 years and although there were several times I decided to just quit, I kept coming back... And Destiel was something I genuinely connected with (no matter what other people said about it.. even if the original intention was queer baiting), I connected to the bond they shared.. The fact that they were able to forgive each other for so many monumental fuck-ups on each other's parts (especially Dean considering his trust issues) can only mean that they're something unbreakable.. But I always ended but feeling stupid for feeling this way.. by the show.. by other fans.. like I said...it's been difficult..

So now, at the end of this journey, to have all my thoughts and impressions to be validated? That's.... overwhelming to say the least..

And apart from the above interpretation, if you think about it, Cas is an angel. A "multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent" as they put it.. For SUCH a being who's existed for eons and eons.. who's fought and won battles.. whose soul reason of existence was to serve.. He went against EVERY SINGLE belif he held for the righteous man. He FELL for him. But knowing Dean as he does, he never said anything.. remained as a constant, silent, unwavering support system without asking for anything in return.. And when he expressed his heart, that's when he realised his moment of pure happiness.. Because he realised that just loving the righteous man was enough.. And the fact that Cas is an angel makes his love so much beyond emotional/sexual.. It's spiritual.. Of ALL the souls Castiel came across in his existence, no other soul shone as bright as Dean's.. That's what makes this whole situation even more heart warming.. I personal never imagined that we'll hear Castiel confess his feelings so directly..

Coming to Dean.. and his lack of response to Cas.. What can anyone say? He was clearly not expecting to hear that Cas was gonna sacrifice himself to the Empty. And he was definitely not ready for a bombshell confession immediately after finding out his companion of so many years is gonna die.. What can anyone say? Nothing? Right? It was the only valid response. To make an even bigger point, even though Dean knew that everyone was dying, that God was after them, he didn't make a point to reach out to Sam .. he didn't accept Sam's phone call to know what happened while they were fighting Death.. He just sat there and cried..

I'm.. I have so many things to say but I'm just really sad.. but I'm really really really really grateful to Misha and Jensen for bringing it out so genuinely and beautifully.. For wrapping it up so neatly and with so much thought.. And no matter what anyone says, I'm happy that this happened finally.. It means a lot..

the Supernatural writers are doing the damn thing

What the Supernatural writers have done / are doing with Destiel… My brain can’t process how HUGE this is. Full discloser I don’t even go here but I’m losing my mind over what’s happening.

This is one of the single greatest examples of a story growing beyond the writers’ plans, and them leaning into that, and then REFERENCING THAT METATEXTUALLY IN THE SHOW.

LISTEN…

Castiel wasn’t even supposed to be an ongoing regular, let alone intrinsic to the show for a decade and then a queer romantic lead! But the character evolved beyond what the writers expected, especially because of fandom response, and they kept him. 

Cas (and via him, the fandom) changed the show.

And in the current plot of the show itself, Cas went “off script.” God–who’s the current villain–is the author of everything, and Cas didn’t do as God intended.  Cas’ love for Dean broke the mold. The author can’t control him—which is a reflection of what happened to the show’s writers. 

The writers had a plan; Cas broke it.

And by positioning the “author” in the show’s story as a villain who MUST be defeated… which is a clear meta stand-in for the writers’ room of Supernatural itself… the show’s writers are saying, “We also must lose to Cas, and you.” 

They concede to what’s best for the character.

It’s a “war” they must lose. Authors doesn’t always know best. Characters take on a life of their own. Not every writer can see that—which is why many shows end badly and ships (especially queer ones) don’t become canon. But they “gave in”—and likely fought behind the scenes for it. 

(And Misha was very likely the catalyst who pushed them towards it and fought for it too.)

Then, the writers went a step further and baked this concept into the bones of the show’s plot—for seasons 14 and 15 at minimum, as I understand it. They wrote themselves into the narrative as villains so they can be “defeated” by Cas and Dean’s off-script love story. 

I feel like that’s unheard of???? I’m not saying Supernatural is a perfect show and I don’t think hardcore fans would say it is either. I’m not saying the years of “queerbait” (which may have been that originally; who knows if we’ll find out the whole truth) didn’t cause hurt. 

But they’ve reached INTO THE STORY to validate all those past questionably “queerbait” moments, as best as they can, so people can go back and watch and know the subtext there was leading to something. They wrote themselves in as villain (God) who tried to control Cas and failed… so for it to be a good story, the villain (the author who had a plan) will HAVE to be defeated, and love will prevail. Otherwise, there’s no happy ending.

And so: canon Destiel.

Like I said, I do not even go here, so maybe I’m wildIy off base! But right now this is my understanding of things, and IF I’ve got it right, this is just. So huge. I can’t stop thinking about it.

TL;DR: the Supernatural writers are literally validating and bowing to a decade’s worth of queer subtext and the fans who noticed it, and they wrote that concept into the plot. It is at the core of the show now to wrap up the story.

And that is bonkers. Literally historic.