#so seeing so many other sp ponies around is like

[somberine]

sometimes i go on ponytown and sit around as my funny little ‘afk stanley’ who is this horse right here so i dont get bothered and can just chill n watch people while i draw

but also i forgot sp ultra delux was released a bit back so stanley parable itself has kicked up in popularity again and ive had at least five different people whove had the narrator as a horse walk up to me like ‘omg stanley my bestie’ and while its really funny sorry i literally never reply in my life i forgot people liked this game 

[danganronpa-ea]

Chapter 1 Victim Free Time Events

So counting this is spoiler and if you haven’t read chapter 1, then please do ready them before you continue on this, this is a warning!

A world where those that didn’t make it or just couldn’t survive the cruel world get a chance here, A world where things are right… A world where death never happen.

 I had found myself somewhere in my dreams, I had woken up suddenly somewhere… what is this place.

 As then I found myself in what look to be a garden of sorts which I notice a table with a tea set, snacks and what look to be a calming scene but one thing that stood out was the pony mascot himself – Hamoponi who look to be sitting at the table as he looks at me as he’s smoking.

 I walk over as I notice the fancy chair then look at the horse with a strange look then I ask the question. “Where are we? Why… are we in a garden?” I asked him which then Hamoponi look up to me with a much calmer expression which he gave a sigh.

 “Well I guess you be curious of this location; well this place is a dream-like place where those that aren’t with us get to spend time with you when they couldn’t, seeing as it would be unfair of those that had fan favorites and all that…” He explained which I tilted my head at the ‘fan favorites’ part which then he continues.

 “Pretty much in this, you can spend time with someone that sadly passed or aren’t living at the resort anymore, oh but they have to not be around so don’t pick someone that’s alive.” He stated which he then jumps off. “Wait, you mean… I could spend time with those that aren’t around anymore?” I asked which Hamoponi nodded.

 “Didn’t I say that? Yes, you can – plus counting what happen I bound it won’t get better so best to spend some time with those people plus you have those gifts you can give to them to cheer them up for there lost well anyway – click either 2 button and that person will appear now if you excuse me!” He waves his goodbye.

 And before I could speak, he disappears. I guess I better sit myself down and prepare myself which as I did, I notice 2 buttons; one had the letters ‘Ishikawa Chikao’ and the other was ‘Ueda Tomohiro’.

 I decided to click the first button which was Chikao-san…

 As then a puff of smoke appears which the blue hair politician had appear which he seems confused by all this. “Hu-Huh? What are we doing here? Hm, oh Fuji-san? What’s going on here…?” He asked which he look around then I explain. “Seems it’s a dream of sort and Hamoponi say I can spend some time with you and Ueda-san.” I stated to him which Chikao-san nodded.

 “Oh right, I… think I die, didn’t I? I… did watch what happen and all; I will say I’m glad the others let Tomohiro-kun go… but since you’re here; I guess will spend some time together then?” He asked which I nodded.

 Ishikawa Chikao Free Time Events!

 As then I began to speak with the young Politician, the conversation was pretty lively and I couldn’t help but feel captivated when he talks.

 Seems like me and Chikao-san grew a bit closer…

 I had to wonder a question regarding Chikao-san and then ask him. “So, I get that you’re the Ultimate Politician but why go into a career at such a young age?” I asked him which cause him to frown a bit.

 “Is it wrong for a young person to get into issues regarding our country?” He asked a question in return which I blinked. “Well, no it’s not a problem but I’m just curious…” I told him which he nodded. “I see, well I guess I do sometimes have seniors of mine questioning my age when it comes to my profession but I think politics can be for everyone.” He stated as he crosses his arms.

 He went silent as I tilted my head. “I mean if you look at the talented students here, quite a few of them have careers that would be too young, correct?” He asked which I did recall everyone here, there are some talents at the resort and even at Hope’s Peak I heard about where the person is pretty young which I nodded.

 I guess I never thought of it and shouldn’t judge Chikao-san for being interested in such a profession like politics. “People’s lives, past and inspiration could be a reason that someone would be interested – I mean, isn’t that why you got into public speaking?” He asked me which I nodded.

 “Your right, I did always want to get my voice heard and did debates before but if that’s the case then why did you go into politics anyway?” I asked him, seeing as I was curious of his reason. However, as I ask this he frown and went quiet as he crosses his arms.

 It appears the question was a hard one to think about but then he spoke. “I guess of those 3… it was all of them.”  He spoke as then which I blinked. “All 3, meaning politics has always been a big part of your life?” I asked which then Chikao-san nodded.

 “Indeed, I had many reasons to get into politics and why I wish to bring those issues up, I guess maybe because I tend to notice issues pop up more then others you can say…” He stated with a smile which I smiled back.

 I guess Chikao-san is pretty observant of things and could have the courage to speak his mind; he’s truly a brave person.

 Ishikawa Chikao, Ultimate Politician FTE: 1/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, correct?

 As then me and Chikao-san spoke about various topics and yet again, he kept me captivated of course which I couldn’t help but be interested in the person that I was speaking with.

Seems like me and Chikao-san grew a bit closer…

 As then I check to see what gift to give him which I found this pen that is good for writing the ink can last for a long which I handed it to him. “Oh ho! A gift for me? Well, if you’re giving me this, I can’t refuse it so – thank you!” He stated with a smile as took it and put it away which then the blue hair politician crosses his arms.

 I could tell the conversation from last time got a bit serious but I expected no less from a politician but then I got curious. “I actually notice the others do look up to you as a leader and none seem to have an issue taking your leadership, I thought some of them would disagree.” I stated which he shrugged a bit.

 “Well personally I was expecting it but I was surprise most of them allow me to be in charge but yet again I never really say anything…” He stated which I blinked, surprise and then ask. “Wait – you never declared yourself the leader at all?” I asked him, since it surprise me someone so young could be a leader that easily

 But then he spoke as he begun to explain, like he was someone that’s older than me. “Well, no - I felt no reason to declare myself anything; I just think it’s best to let your actions speak instead of what you are, correct? I mean, we have our teacher of course which if anything she be our leader…” He stated as then he shook his head.

 “But one can tell she doesn’t seem like the type to lead, correct? From what I can tell – she had personal reasons to become a teacher but for me. I just let others be the judge; let your actions speak for you and soon others would follow…” He stated which I nodded.

 Something tells me that Chikao-san is a natural born leader and I could see why people follow him which he went silent. “At least, that’s what my Uncle tends to say…” He stated which I blinked. “Oh, was this uncle of yours a politician?” I asked which he nodded but then frown.

 “No but he was in charge of a company; he always says that your actions should speak for you. Not your words. Let people decide on there own if your fit as leader or not… which I’m sure there are people that view you as such, correct?” He asked which I blinked then I look to the side.

 I never thought of myself as one, but I just gave a shrug as I thought it over for a bit when he sprung up that question.

 “I mean, I’m not sure if I am, not many of them see me as one…” I spoke which he nodded. “I see then give it time, sometimes people would need to grow into the position, it takes time if you will…” He stated with a smile.

 I feel I can trust Chikao-san pretty easily; he sounds certain and tries to assure others – really a natural born leader…

 Ishikawa Chikao, Ultimate Politician FTE: 2/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, …

 As then me and Chikao-san spoke about various topics and yet again, he kept me captivated of course which I couldn’t help but be interested in the person that I was speaking with.

 Seems like me and Chikao-san grew a bit closer…

 As then I reach into my pocket and pulled out what look to be a red scarf that could turn into a cape which I gave to him. “Huh? You wish to give this to me – well I’m a bit too old for this but sure thing.” He stated as taken the gift from me then Chikao-san cross his arms – he looks to be thinking.

 I was silent for a moment then I spoke. “Hey so, Chikao-san I was a bit curious regarding your past but you mention your uncle so I was curious about your parents… did they influence you into being a politician?” I asked which he scowl then look to the side. “Well, partly… my father was a politician but not one that was the best example…” He spoke as he went silent but that got me more curious.

 Not the best example? Was it someone that had different view points then he did?

 Which as I was about to ask, Chikao-san continue. “If curious, my father was not a very good person; he made choices in the politician world that nearly cause this country ruin at one point. Even helping the prime minster – Ishimaru Toranosuke with various ideas which… both our families suffer but I think the Ishimaru’s were a bit luckier…” He stated which I blinked, confused.

 I heard of Ishimaru Toranosuke was a genius as many claims but never knew failure at all but he was very arrogant with his talent, I think I heard his grandson is attending Hope’s Peak, then the blue hair politician continues.

 ��My father had been assassinated when I was really young due to his involvements; due to that my mother was put under protection but she had to give me up and thus resulted in me ending up in the slums…” He spoke which I was surprise.

 I never knew that Chikao-san had that sort of life and it surprise me that he did but then he crosses his arms. “I recall days where I didn’t have food or even were close to starving before my uncle found me but guess it… gave me a wider perspective of people’s lives and what people had to go through to live; what people had to deal with and overall made me see my father was a fool for what he did to the country which I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment but I think it was a blessing…” He stated which I tilted my head.

 I mean from the sounds of it, it seems Chikao-san had very mix opinion regarding his father which then he sighs. “I do apologize for bringing up this dark topic suddenly but I was thinking back to when you ask what got me into politics along with my past and I couldn’t help but remember that…” He stated which I thought it over. “Well maybe if you don’t have the best opinion regarding your father’s actions; I’m sure he still loves you in a way…” I stated with a smile as then he smiled a bit.

 “Maybe? I mean while he made choices that I question to this day, I mean back then I… did idolized him.” He stated which I was surprise.

 So even if Chikao-san didn’t have the best opinion of his father – he still seem to care for him in a way which I guess is a good thing…

 Ishikawa Chikao, Ultimate Politician FTE: 3/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, …

 As then me and Chikao-san spoke about various topics and yet again, he kept me captivated of course which I couldn’t help but be interested in the person that I was speaking with.

 Seems like me and Chikao-san grew a bit closer…

 As I reach into my pocket as I took out various documents that seem to be various environment issues and speaks about news that looks current which I gave to him which Chikao-san smile. “You wish for me to have this?! Thank you so much, this might make me understand others!” He spoke as he put it away which then Chikao-san tilted his head to the side as he crosses his arms.

 As then I thought over a question and asked. “I actually notice you don’t seem to talk about your school life or any friends, do you have any?” I asked which Chikao-san blinked as he tilts his head to the side.

 “I don’t? Well, I guess for me school wasn’t that important when I was young but I suppose when I started to attend after the incident I…” Chikao-san thought it over then shook his head. “Could never really understand those around my age; maybe because the things I had interest never fit into my age range or I was a bit too mature to think about them.” He spoke which I snickered a bit.

 He spoke like he was an old man then he smiled a bit. “I mean, I do try to relate to them or see what problems they had – I always want to help others, do things for others and give them advice when they had problems; I always confront them about things that they need address which while some didn’t agree or never bother… most others seem to admire me.” He stated with a straight face.

 However, I did notice one thing that made me confused, he use ‘most’ and not ‘all’ which then I asked. “Wait, are you saying there are some that hated you?” I asked which he nodded. “Remember when I say my father was not a good person? Well, there were some people that got ruin due to him and thus the parents told the children of there family to avoid me or tend to lash out at me due to my father which… at the time I idolized him but overtime they brought up points that… I couldn’t prove wrong.” He stated with uncertainty but then I frown as I shook my head.

 “Personally, I don’t think you should blame yourself for your father’s past mistakes…” I stated which cause Chikao-san to look surprise then I continue. “I mean, those are your father’s mistakes; not yours… you are aware what he has done and I bet if you become prime minster of Japan, I think you can prove to those that you won’t make those same mistakes and try to correct them.” I stated which then he laughed a bit as he spoke.

 “You… think I could be prime minster? Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that to me before but what makes you think so…?” He asked me, curious of my reason then I started to think over the reason I think he make a good prime minster.

 - Looks

>Wisdom

- Personality

 I thought it over then I spoke. “Well, your wisdom and knowledge; I think while others think of looks or even the personality but I can tell you are wise beyond your years – you seem to know what to say or what people need to hear. Maybe… that’s why all us look up to you as a leader?” I stated which cause the blue hair politician to go red in the face which he seems… emotional which he got teary eyed as he smiled.

 “You… you really struck something with me! I mean it! Th-thank you so much but the part about me knowing everything…” He stops as he started to think.

 From the looks of it; Chikao-san is someone that has a good head on his shoulder – the type of person to rely on and someone that knows the mistakes but can be a bit disconnected from people around his age at times which I think could be needing some work but I think he does try to….

 Ishikawa Chikao, Ultimate Politician FTE: 4/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, …

 As then me and Chikao-san spoke about various topics and yet again, he kept me captivated of course which I couldn’t help but be interested in the person that I was speaking with.

 Seems like me and Chikao-san grew a bit closer…

 As then I took out a small box that has a pin of sorts, one that gives the holder the best of luck in whatever they do which I gave to him. “Hm, not something I see myself having but I could find some use for it, thank you…” He spoke as he put it away, I guess he like it?

 As then Chikao-san spoke. “Fuji-san, I… had thought over what you say; about me knowing everything and well… that might not be true.” He spoke which I blinked surprise.

 I mean he did seem really wise but then he crosses his arms and told me. “While you may think I’m wise, I’m still not sure myself – I don’t have all the answers to everything; I mostly say what I think could help but sometimes my advice won’t always help and sometimes I won’t have people agree with me…” He stated which then he spoke something that made it very clear.

 “But sometimes I think why I pick this up is due to my time in the slums; I experience something awful that broaden my horizons which maybe you should do the same…” He stated which I thought it over.

 Despite the past he lives – he seems to realize it sooner or even grew up faster which he sighs. “Which might be why I could never feel connected to those peers around me; sometimes I… forget to relax but I think being around you and the others makes me feel I can just be myself.” He admitted which I was surprise he say this then continue.

 “If anything, I… should be thanking you for making me realize that sometimes I don’t always have to be this upstanding leader which I still have things to learn and grow myself – which… I guess the old saying; an old dog can learn new tricks, correct?”

 He stated which as then he held out his hand. “So… I think if anything – I do view you all as my friend and people I want to rely on from here on out so maybe I can start learning from you how to enjoy my life as a teenager, hm?” He asked which I smiled as I shook his hand.

 Something tells me that Chikao-san seem he needed people to understand him or maybe someone that could relate but the fact he couldn’t relax or relate to others or felt out of touch did show he still had room to grow.

 I felt a solid bond between myself and Chikao-san!

 Ishikawa Chikao, Ultimate Politician FTE: 5/5

 Congrats you have finish up all Free time events with Ishikawa Chikao; give yourself a pat on the back!

 As then me and Chikao-san started to talk about things I enjoy and like – we started to speak about things that we enjoy in our youth and even then, some. I even seen him joke around quite a bit!

 After that, he… disappear; I sighed as I remember that… he could never live that life, counting that it was cut short… maybe if things were different, we could of but I guess not.

 As then I stated to think of what to do next…

[harrytheweedman]

Season 4 episode 1

I think that season 4 is one of the best and worst seasons of drag race. This season is the first season with a decent prize package so there’s that. But this season also welcomes the return of judge Michelle Visage, who on a panel with Santino is a blessing. It’s a rough season when Michelle is the judge you favor.

Willam is the first queen introduced into the workroom. Her outfit screams pedestrian but as we know, Willam is delusional and assumes its fierce. Willam isn’t my least favorite queen but I find her constant peacocking and delusion to be off putting. If she had the talent to back her words than it would be a different story.

Lashauwn Beyond is next and shes a fierce bitch. her looks are always captivating and fresh, but her confidence is what will be her downfall. 

Jiggly Caliente comes after and she is a mess. In a good way. Shes one of the funniest queens, but she is messy honey. Her entrance look isnt bad but its not anything to right home about either. It’s basic.

Phi Phi Ohara arrives next. Her entrance look isnt bad but it makes her look shorter than she already is. She’s one of the smallest queens and she picked a look that made her appear squat and its unflattering to her. From the beginning I liked Phi Phi, but as the season progressed I could tell that she was getting the villain edit and thats a shame. Phi Phi has some of the best looks and even today she’s a fierce bitch.

My least favorite queen of the season is next. Madame LaQueer has the worst looks, the worst attitude, the worst name, the worst everything, her entrance look is so boring and it only gets worse from there.

Milan comes after and her look is alright. I like when queens aren’t afraid to wear pants, but the I dont like animal print on anyone. Phi Phi says she looks like a pimp and thats pretty accurate.

Alisa Summers is next and I forget that she’s on this season every time I watch it. Her entrance look is all over the place. She claims to be fishy and I bet that she thinks she’d edgy, but really it’s just forgettable.

Dida Ritz comes next and I love her but Lashawn was right when she said her wig was dry. It looked so thirsty. If you know you're about to be on TV in the Olympics of drag, maybe you should brush your damn wig. Spoiler alert: her wigs are thirsty all season.

Next is the Princess. her entrance look is on of the best and one of my favorites. Shes one of the few queens this season that has concepts and actually seems to have some sort of idea of what she’s doing. I want to point out how beautiful her makeup was too.

Little Kenya Michaels is next. The only queen shorter than Phi Phi. Her entrance look is very pedestrian but she makes it work. She is so beautiful that she could probably wear anything. Her downfall is how clueless she is and how she appears to be a run trick pony. 

The legendary Chad Michaels is next. She was famous before drag race and rightfully so. Her Cher is phenomenal but I feel like that’s all she can do. Also out of drag her face scares me. I feel like she only has the face to be Cher. Anything else is scary.

Sharon Needles, the bitch who changed the game and is the only reason to watch this season, finally come into the workroom. Sharon is spooky in all the right ways. She is fierce but also campy. Her entrance look is super cute and simple but it works.

Latrice Royale is last. Her look is extremely ugly. The colors are awful and the dress just isn’t flattering. She looks like some kind of gay baked potato.

After we are introduced to the queens, there is a lame little bit with Shangela and boxes. Overplayed. I love it 

Now it’s time for a super lame photo shoot. Like super lame. For the mini challenge the queens have to stand on a spinning table and have paint sprayed on them while getting their pictures taken. We’re just gonna move past that.

Moving on and skipping forward, its time for the maxi challenge. Ru takes the girls to what is essentially a back alley and has them chase after “zombies” that are really just queens from past seasons done up. It’s always nice to see some familiar faces. Once the queens take their shit from the zombies, which is random pieces of clothes and basically shit, we head back to the workroom for the design challenge. 

I love and hate design challenges. I love them because there are some really talented queens that can sew, but I hate it because there are always queens that don’t know how to see. It’s always unbelievable to me how many queens are surprised that they have to sew. Watch the damn show. Do your homework before you compete on a televised show. It should not be a surprise to any queen. 

After watching the queens struggle to come up with something decent for the Apocalypse, it’s time for the runway. So I dont have to waste my time, we’re only going to talk about the queens who aren’t safe on the runway. If you’re safe then you are garbage. That means that you did not make an impression and are therefore not worth my time. 

The runway song is Glamazon, which is a true bop. Def one of Ru’s better songs because I mean it when i say that this song slaps. 

First up on for judging is LaShauwn Beyond. Santino comes up with some bullshit meaning behind her look but we all now that she was just stacking garbage on top of garbage. I liked it but the judges did not like her lack of confidence and I can see how that’s a turn off. I didn’t get apocalypse from her look but overall is wasnt terrible.

Next is up is Sharon Needles. I will usually refer to her as Noodles. Noodles hands down has the best look on the runway. She’s the only one who understood the challenge and actually had a Apocalypse look. The judges loved her and it made sense that she won the challenge. This look is fierce. Noodle really came to play straight off the rip. 

Jiggly is next and her looks is garbage. it literally looked like she was blindfolded just gluing shit on her mannequin. There is no concept and what seems like no thought or effort put into this look at all. She’s wearing sneakers and I was so surprised that nobody read her for that. I guess her horrendous outfit took the heat away from her lazy foot attire. Jiggly promised the judges that there is more and she can do better. Ru said that they’d heard it before and was skeptical. Rightfully so. I would love to say that Jiggly steps her puss up after this, but she doesn't and she doesn't keep her promise. Oh well. At least she ended up in the bottom two.

Kenya Michaels is next. her outfit makes absolutely no sense at all. Shes a fire bird because she thinks of fire when she thinks end of the world, Bitch what. Shes clueless, but shes cute so the judges loved her. If she wasn’t so fierce she would have been in the bottom for her sparkly diaper alone, but on drag race personalty can really save you.

Alisa Summers is next. I didn’t hate her outfit as much as everyone else did. The judges really laid into her and it didn’t seem fair when she at least looked like she tried while some of the other looks were way worse. Michelle is the only one who stuck up for her and I agreed with her. There are no rules in fashion. Santino is a fucking dick and I hate him. He has no business being a judge on this show. I will say that her makeup is a little heavy, but she’s a drag queen sp who cares. Was it the best? Hell no. Was is the worst? Absolutely not, but she ended up in the bottom anyway.

Last to the slaughter is the Princess. I love stripes and anything nautical so I’m already a big fan. I liked that she has a concept and I liked that it was completely different from what everyone else did. The Princess has such a good stage presence and I feel like she did really well and killed the runway. She’s really under appreciated on this season.

After the critiques the queens go untuck and the judges talk about the queens behind their back. They save the good shit for when the queens are not around. Then the queens come back and we learn that Jiggly and Alisa Summers have to lip sync for their lives to the tune of Toxic by Britney Spears. Gasp.

There is no doubt that Jiggly absolutely stomped Alisa. I that wearing sneakers makes dancing a little easier. Alisa, the poor soul, really thinks that she was killing it but Jiggly pissed all over that stage and made it hers. Alisa just couldn’t match Jiggly’s energy and unfortunately had to sashay away.

Not bad for a first episode. Tune in next week when the drag queens try their luck at wrestling. 

[funkymbtifiction]

The Haunting of Hill House: Shirley Crain [ESTJ]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by Bear

Functional Order: Te-Si-Ne-Fi

Judging Functional Axis:

Extroverted Thinking (Te) / Introverted Feeling (Fi)

Due to being in an Fi-grip after the slow and traumatic breakdown of her family system, adult Shirley behaves like an unhealthy Fi-dom - overly sensitive and paranoid, quick to anger, her unformed emotions controlling her rather than she controlling them, and leading her to making fatal errors in her business due to “heart” cases. However, behind this volatile Shirley, we see the organized and capable Shirley that is always focussed on the task at hand. She manages her family, pulling them all together, as well as being the most financially able, to get Luke into rehab the first time (and then again and again, until he oversteps her generosity for the last time), and then taking on responsibility for Nell’s funeral arrangements (“It’ll take too long to explain [to her assistant about cleaning Nell’s corpse]… I’ll just do it”; “I’m knee deep in our sister’s chest cavity…get Dad and Luke to the funeral!; Nell’s casket topples over, so she “needs her make-up fixing…I’ll go get my kit.”). As a child, she was healthier but still pragmatic and naturally direct - “if there’s a pony in there [the Red Room], it’s dead…we need more keys”; “we can’t leave the kittens out here…the dogs will get them!”. Olivia says she grew up fast, but she can also rely on Shirley in a storm, to take her younger siblings to go make some cocoa. She was also more amenable with her siblings, not holding them to unrealistic standards and being better with managing their emotions (“I don’t want to have a tea party right now - go ask Theo.”)

However, Shirley’s inferior Fi is her Achilles heel, triggered by her consecutive family tragedies and turning the innately kind and pragmatic Shirley into an unreachable adult, that pushes past her emotions of betrayal and grief with either outbursts or “icing people out”, out of touch with herself and the relationships around her. She succumbs to this psychological stress when she uncharacteristically has an affair, but she is so separate from what she has done she rejects it, which manifests itself in the ghost of the man she slept with. 

Perceiving Functional Axis:

Introverted Sensing (Si) / Extroverted Intuition (Ne)

Shirley’s Red Room in the house was a family room, which sums up on what Shirley constructs her identity; rituals, safety and security. This is in part what screws her up so badly, as her life out of her control takes each of those touchstones of familiarity away from her, most painfully her mother. However, as an adult she works the hardest of keeping their unit together, present at every family event, even though she lashes out at change, especially when her adult siblings deviate from the established code. She is hands-on and skilled in her craft in restorative work, which is physically returning ravaged corpses to a wholesome, even unrealistic image of the past - likewise, Shirley rebels against Steve mining Hill House for financial gain, as like their Si-dom father she wants to keep the image of their childhood, and of their family, whole, safe in her personal experience of the past. She is the one that most successfully builds a life for herself following their tragedy, including a reproduction of her mother’s Forever House. She is most concerned with what she can perceive (Nell and Steve laugh over her being the last to realize Theo’s sexuality) and suffers because she can’t understand why Nell wouldn’t ring her - she has little ability to conceptualize outside of actual events.

Shirley’s Ne is ill-serving; it over-idealizes Luke’s recovery, so that she is especially broken when he, as junkies do, relapse again and again, and also interprets Steve’s writing of the book as representative of his betrayal of the family foundations, far beyond what it is in reality. However, it isn’t completely non-apparent; she knew her mother was “acting weird” on the night they all fled Hill House, and is the only one of her siblings to interpret the themes of the house creatively (albeit morbidly), using the idea of “fixing” to reconcile herself with the death of her mother and helping others come to terms with their own loved ones’ deaths.   

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Values: hard work, patience, loyalty, and fair play.

Even as a child, Shirley wanted to find a place to fit in, to make a difference. She started out by trying to open doors for her little sister. Then to raise kittens. And moved on, finally, morbidly, to running a funeral parlor where she can make the dead beautiful. Or at least, seem less dead to their bereaved loved ones. But somewhere along the way, due to her screwed up childhood, Shirley lost her natural compassion – at least where her family is concerned. It turned to judgment. And yet, she is always there for them, always willing to step in and be the dutiful one, always able to get the job done, which speaks to the heart of a Hufflepuff.

Enneagram: 1w2 sp/so

Tritype: 162 The Supporter [1w2 6w5 2w1]

Shirley does not want to think she’s a bad person. She refuses to admit to this so much, that she becomes a hypocrite – denying her own adultery, while accusing her husband of it. She criticizes and nitpicks everything her family members do, accusing Theo of “mooching” off her (instead of seeing the truth, that Theo is living there to “help” her cope with reality), standing in judgment of her brother’s drug addiction (his way of coping with their mother’s death, his best friend’s death, and the spirits he saw as a child), and insisting she have everything her way, which has to be perfect. She tries so hard to be good, that admitting to her faults is the hardest thing she ever has to do – and yet, at the end, she swallows her immense pride and faces the hard facts that no, she isn’t perfect. Her 2 wing manifests in how many of her decisions are motivated through a desire to help others – she reduces their costs so much, it forces her husband to take “blood money” (her words) from Steven just to stay afloat. Her 6 fix shows in how distrustful, suspicious, and negative-minded she can be, always leaping to the worst (and often inaccurate) conclusion about her loved ones, as if she’s expecting their betrayal. Her 2 fix can be quite manipulative at times, using all the “nice things” she’s done for Theo to attack her for trying to seduce her husband (with an attitude of “this is how you pay back my kindness?”).

[pastelwitchling]

This prompt is courtesy of @sp-ac-ep-re-si-de-nt.

Maribel Prompt: Maria breaks things off with Michael quick once she realizes how much it was hurting Alex, Isobel wants to find out who she is without Noah in her head so her and Maria hook up but both develop feeling.

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               “We’re closed,” Maria said as the door of the Wild Pony opened, her wrist aching as she wiped down the bar for the seventh time. She took a deep breath, willing the heavy, hot weight in her chest to cool, but no matter what, no matter how hard she tried, his face kept flashing in her mind.

               She sighed, leaving the rag on the table as she rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept.

               “Shucks, really?” she suddenly heard, and whipped around to find Isobel Evans standing with her hand on her hip, her head tilted and a smirk on her lips. “My brother told me you always let him in after hours.”

               “Evans,” she said, her shoulders slumped. “Great, just what I needed tonight.”

               Isobel scoffed, though Maria couldn’t help but notice that it held none of her usual snark or sneer. “You’re not exactly my beacon of light tonight either, DeLuca.”

               “Then to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

               “Like I said,” Isobel said, sliding onto one of the stools while Maria leaned against the bar. Her knees bumped into Maria’s legs, though Isobel hardly seemed to notice. “My brother says –”

               “I wouldn’t listen too closely to anything your brother says,” Maria said with a feigned sweet smile, though even referencing the cowboy made her feel sick. “I ended things a few hours ago,” then she muttered, “I’ve done enough damage with him already.”

               When she thought about Alex, his face as he had told her that Michael wasn’t “so bad after a shower,” the hurt in his eyes when she’d confirmed she’d slept with him, and the fear she felt flicker in his heart as she’d promised him that it had meant nothing.

               Then the agonizing pain the next time he had looked at her, the betrayal she’d felt on his behalf, the unrelenting shock as if every part of him still couldn’t believe she had done such a thing to him.

               “Ended things,” Isobel repeated, a furrow in her brows. It was only now, Maria realized, that she could clearly see Isobel’s face that she realized how tired the blonde woman looked. Her makeup which was always on point – though Maria would never admit it out loud – was slightly smudged around the eyes, as if Isobel had been crying but tried saving the eyeliner as best she could. Her lips had no gloss or color, but were chapped as if she’d been chewing on them all day, her finger tapped her knee anxiously as if she had too many thoughts running around in her head to focus on one at a time, and just by standing near her, Maria could feel it. The sorrow, the grief, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, the misery. What happened to her?

               “You’re talking about Michael?” Isobel asked, and Maria flinched, severely yanked out of her thoughts at the mention of the cowboy.

               Maria pressed her lips together and said nothing. She picked up her rag, patted her hands down with it, and went around the bar, as far away from Isobel as she could get. Something about the blonde’s dark energy scared her, part of her worried that it would affect her if she came to close – something she definitely couldn’t handle right now – and the other part… the other part of Maria, a teeny tiny part, couldn’t help but worry that her own misery and heartbreak would touch Isobel. Something told her the blonde really didn’t need anymore of that. Not tonight.

               “You dated my brother? Michael?” she asked again, disbelief coloring her tone. “Are you sure you were dating? ‘Cause I should probably tell you, if you slept with him and you’re, like, waiting for a declaration of love, he’s really not that kind of guy.”

               Maria sighed, pulling a bottle of tequila out and filling a small glass. She wanted to pretend it was to shut Isobel up, though something inside her dug at her heart, past the ache, past the weight, past the heat – something that felt like sympathy, though Maria chose to call it pity.

               “How bored are you?” she asked wearily. Even if Isobel wasn’t the absolute worst person to talk to about this, it was too late in the day to explain the story.

               Isobel held her hand out eagerly for the drink, and Maria handed it to her, careful not to hold onto the extra weight that seemed to fall on her shoulders as her fingers touched Isobel’s. Maria’s eyes burned as the desire to curl up on the floor and sob suddenly hit. She snatched her hand back, holding it to her chest. What kind of misery was surrounding the blonde?

               Isobel, however, didn’t seem to notice Maria’s momentary fear as she took a big gulp of her drink. She winced as it left a burning trail down her throat, but when she looked up, Maria had already turned away from her, making it to seem as if she was cleaning the other cups. In reality, Maria was rubbing her fingers, half of her trying to decipher the strange electric tingle against her skin while the other half told her to just forget it, to ignore it. It was Isobel, after all – who cares what happened to her?

               “I’m just trying to warn you,” Isobel said, though as Maria looked over her shoulder at her, she saw the blonde stare at the table, and Maria had the feeling she was talking just to avoid crying. “My brother’s already in love with someone who, if you ask me, is way out of his league already. But…” she sighed, her voice softening, “he’s in love, so… I want that to work out for him.”

               Maria sniffed, wiping Isobel’s unshed tears from her eyes before she turned to face her, her brows furrowed. “You know? Who Michael’s in love with, I mean?”

               Isobel had just finished her drink, hissing before she leaned her elbow on the bar. “Sorry, DeLuca, I don’t think your psychic powers are gonna help you this time. My brother told me.” She shook her head, shrugging. “It’s not my job to pass the information on.”

               Maria flinched, trying not to remember the way she’d so casually told Liz that Michael was the one Alex had loved, as if the whole thing had been a story about celebrities and not her best friend. As if Alex’s feelings were an inconvenience for her. As if Alex finally being hopeful again was unfair –

               Maria exhaled sharply, rubbing her face. Go away, she urged the thoughts. Go away, go away, go away.

               “Are you having a seizure or something?”

               Maria looked up from her hands, glaring at Isobel who had taken the bottle and was drinking out of that instead.

               “You owe me fifty bucks for that bottle,” she said dryly, and as she drank, Isobel pulled a bill from her jacket pocket and handed it to Maria. The bartender blinked, taking the money. “A Guerin who actually pays. That’s new.”

               Isobel finally swallowed, lowering the bottle into her lap. She stared at it a moment, scratching the paper on the glass, then she repeated, “A Guerin. Do I look like a Guerin to you? It does have a better ring that Bracken anyway.”

               Maria tilted her head, studying Isobel thoughtfully before she asked, “Do you honestly want to be a Guerin? They’re kind of known to be messes.”

               Isobel huffed a chuckle, shaking her head. “You just don’t see it,” she said. “Nobody ever really sees him. Except maybe…” she shrugged, taking another swig of the bottle. “He’s nice. He sees him.”

               Maria, for a moment, thought Isobel had been hesitant to call Michael nice, and was confused. Then she realized that Isobel had been hesitant because she was talking about Alex. Maria half-wondered where Isobel had met Alex and decided he was nice. Still, she couldn’t help but nod along.

               “Yes,” she said quietly. “He is.”

               She looked up at Isobel to see her watching her, her brows furrowed as if she was trying to remember if she’d mentioned Alex’s name or not. Maria couldn’t help but notice how fragile the blonde looked then, how innocent. Her green eyes which had twinkled with mischief the last time Maria had read her palm, her lips which seemed curved into a permanent smirk not that different from her brother’s, her fingers that been firm and steady in Maria’s were now slipping on the tequila bottle in her lap.

               Maria soon realized they were staring at each other and blinked out of her haze, clearing her throat as she reached across the bar, took the bottle out of Isobel’s hands, and had a long swig of it herself.

               “Oh,” Isobel said with a tilt of her head and an amused smirk at her lips that didn’t reach her eyes, “it’s going to be one of those nights.”

               Maria rolled her eyes. She briefly noted that Isobel’s lip gloss on the mouth of the bottle smelled like strawberries, and even against the strong scent of the alcohol, it didn’t smell too bad. “Evans, you talk too much.”

               A few hours later, though Maria couldn’t entirely remember how, she and Isobel had ended up on the floor against the bar, their knees pulled up to their chests, the bottle nearly empty between them.

               They talked about little nothings; weird customers that had come in before, rude store owners, skirting around the topic of men, and as they did, Maria glanced at Isobel, wondering why someone who seemed as happily married as her wouldn’t be with her husband right now, especially if she was having such a hard time.

               “What happened between you and my brother?” Isobel finally asked, though any trace of humor was gone from her voice.

               Maria knew she could’ve told Isobel that it was none of her business, or just refuse to answer, but the energy clouding Isobel was too strong, too miserable, for Maria to bear say nothing.

               “Worried about me now, are you?” she joked, and Isobel shook her head.

               “I don’t want Michael to get hurt,” she said softly. “He’s already in love, and it’s killing him. I wondered why he was having so much trouble talking to… that other person.” She turned to Maria with a frown. “Now I’m starting to think maybe you’re why.”

               Maria felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Alex. So he wasn’t talking to Michael. Maria had figured that might have happened. She wanted to believe that breaking up with Michael would be enough, that it might fix his and Alex’s relationship, that maybe – without Maria in the way – they might be able to love each other again.

               But no. The rational side of her thought, the side that knew Alex. She and Michael had completely shattered his trust, broken him in a way that could never be undone.

               A tear slid down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away, but not before Isobel saw it and nodded slowly as if she understood.

               Maria, unable to take the look, shook her head and asked, “Then what happened between you and Noah?”

               Isobel tensed at the mention of his name and looked straight ahead.

               “Come on, Evans, it’s not that hard to figure out,” she said. “It’s past midnight and you’re trying to get drunk, and instead of being with your husband, you’re here with me. So what –”

               “We got divorced,” was all she said before she took another swig of the bottle, emptying the contents.

               Maria blinked, her face falling. “Oh,” was all she knew to say, and instantly regretted asking. A breakup wasn’t the same thing as a divorce. And Isobel had been so happy with him, too.

               She shook her head, gently taking the empty bottle from Isobel and resisting the passing urge to move a strand of blonde hair that had come loose from its braid.

               She slumped back with a sigh. “How did this happen? How is this our life?”

               Isobel said nothing for a moment, then she shrugged. “Maybe we’re cursed. I mean, you fell in love with someone who doesn’t love you back,” she said, and Maria turned to snap at her, but saw no mockery or indifference on her face. “And I fell in love with someone who…” the corner of her lips quirked up sadly, “doesn’t love anything.”

               Maria pressed her lips together for a moment, then, “Well, you know, Prom Queen, tonight’s not so bad. At least we’re not alone.”

               Isobel glanced at her and scoffed, some of the sorrow and bitterness in her smile faded. “I thought you hated me.”

               Maria frowned. “I don’t hate you. I…”

               “Think I’m responsible for Rosa Ortecho’s death.”

               She looked down. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for that.”

               “No,” she agreed. “You shouldn’t have.” She took the empty bottle, and as she held it tightly, Maria could tell she was conflicted, a thousand words lying on her tongue, though she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them. “I never hurt anybody.”

               “I know, Isobel,” she said softly, and Isobel looked up at her, the two caught in each other’s gazes for a long time.

               Maria knew it was the tequila that made her lean in, it had to have been. As green as Isobel Evans’s eyes were, as pink as her lips, as soft as her skin, Maria knew that – had she been sober – she would not be doing what she was doing. Still, something in her shifted and softened as she saw that Isobel was leaning in just the same.

               Their lips barely brushed, Maria’s thoughts consumed with how nice Isobel smelled (strawberries and vanilla), how much nicer the scent was compared to Michael, and her eyes snapped open.

               Michael.

               This was his sister; she couldn’t kiss his sister, no matter how drunk she was!

               She pulled back, and Isobel, whose eyes had just begun to flutter shut, slowly leaned back, her brows furrowed. In that moment, Maria realized that Isobel knew, just as she did, that nothing good would come of them hooking up.

               She cleared her throat and moved to stand, just as Isobel did the same.

               “Right, well, I really do need to close up now.”

               “Mm,” Isobel hummed, avoiding her gaze. Maria wondered if she felt any regret at coming here tonight, if she would’ve rather suffered at home alone, and the thought left an inexplicable pain in her chest.

               “You – you want me to call you a cab?”

               Isobel nodded, buttoning her jacket. When had she unbuttoned it?

               “Yes,” she said, then as an afterthought added, “please.”

               Maria nodded and walked out, aware of the blonde following her.

***

I’m sorry! I know you asked for a hookup and developing feelings, but there was no was for me to realistically cover that in a one-shot! There’s way too much to work with there! This was as realistic and true to the characters as I could go without turning it into a long fic.

Sorry it deviates so much, but I hope you enjoyed reading regardless, and thank you so much for the prompt 💕

[sunnyflares]

Drabble - The Life of Stellar Flare

Stellar Flare is a scion of the Most Noble Family of Flare, a noble unicorn family traditionally from Canterlot, but who relocated to Manehattan two centuries ago. It is a family known for producing talented wizards and sorcerers, but has since fallen on hard times in recent generations.

This is the environment that Stellar Flare was born into and was raised in. A life of luxury, where she wanted for nothing, at the price of extremely high expectations. It was the hope of her parents that Stellar would have the raw magical talent needed to propel their parents back into prominence again. And while Stellar certainly had a sharp mind, a keen sense of business acumen, and a good grasp of magical theory... It wasn’t what her family had hoped for.

Still, Stellar Flare had a promising future ahead of her, even if it might not have necessarily been the future her parents had been grooming her for. Stellar still had the potential to bring the Flare family back into the limelight. She was extremely popular at her private school, she had excellent grades, and she was poised to get into some of the best higher education institutions that Equestria had to offer.

And then she got pregnant after a brief fling with the captain of the hoofball team.

Her parents were furious. Stellar got knocked up at the young age of 16, and by a common unicorn no less! There were no benefits to be had there, only liabilities. They ordered her to abort the child. Stellar refused. And so, Stellar Flare was disowned and cast out of her ancestral home.

With nowhere else to go, Stellar went to the stallion who had gotten her into all this trouble in the first place. Sunspot wasn’t a bad guy, he wasn’t just going to leave this mare out on the street to fend for herself. And she was pregnant with his kid, for Celestia’s sake! He took her in, and from that point on the two of them had nothing but each other.

It became quickly apparent that it wasn’t all sunshine and roses.

Stellar had never worked a day in her life and yet now all of a sudden she was responsible for herself and an unborn child. She and Sunspot both got part time jobs, and when they weren’t in school they were working their flanks off just to support themselves. Because if there was one thing Stellar refused to do, it was drop out. She wanted her degree, damn it.

It was a degree she would have to get elsewhere, though. Manehattan and their private school was too expensive for the both of them now, so they had to move into the run down outskirts of the city. And Stellar had to go to... public school. A horrifying experience, to be sure.

By the time the baby was due, one thing was extremely obvious: neither of them were ready to be parents. That past year had been a living hell. They were both in school, they both spent all their free time working, and neither of them had any sort of support net. There was, unfortunately, only one option to take. Stellar Flare had to give her baby up for adoption.

Thus began the story of Sunset Shimmer, a name which was the last gift the tearful mother could ever give her firstborn.

But this wasn’t the end of Stellar Flare’s story. She and Sunspot made it. They graduated high school. Sunspot immediately went to work, but Stellar went off to college. It might not have been as prestigious an institution as she was hoping, but a degree was a degree, and Stellar still felt the need to prove herself. 

All throughout, she and Sunspot stayed together, even if there was no longer any pressing incentive to. The two of them had been through hell and back together, and who else could really understand them but each other?

By the end of Stellar’s college years, she was pregnant again. This time, though, they were ready. This time, they were resolved to keep the baby. And they took steps to make having a kid an easier experience. The couple moved to Sire’s Hollow, a quaint little village with the potential to be so much more. Nopony knew who they were there and that was perfect. Sunspot found work easily, and soon enough, Stellar came to term.

Thus began the story of Sunburst.

Sire’s Hollow was a tightly knit community. As the saying goes, it takes a village to raise a foal, and that was true of Sunburst’s early years. Stellar was eager to get back out there and get to work, and soon enough she found a job that suited her talents for organization and her innovative vision. With her and Sunspot’s salary, they found one, a local unicorn by the name of Nova Beam. Nova had a daughter of her own around Sunburst’s age, Starlight Glimmer, and was more than happy to bring her along.

Thus began the story of Luster Dawn.

But time wears on, and relationships founded on mutual trauma and desperate situations aren’t the most stable of things. Stellar and Sunspot were both self sufficient now, they didn’t really need each other anymore... and the cracks began to show. What started as little arguments began to escalate more and more frequently, they began to become less and less excited to see the other, and the naked truth became rapidly apparent: they weren’t really... compatible. They had just stuck together because they’d had no one else. Still, they had Sunburst to think about, so they resolved to push through it regardless.

Or that was the idea, anyway. A few years after Sunburst was born, Stellar found herself becoming more and more enamored with one of her clients. One thing led to another and, well... Stellar quickly found out that she was pregnant again. Panicking, she immediately cut things off with the client and resolved to never see him again. This could ruin everything, but she couldn’t just hide her pregnancy... So she passed the baby off as Sunspot’s.

Thus began the story of Fire Flare.

Everything was fine at first. Fire Flare was born and Sunspot was none the wiser. True, she didn’t really look like him, but Stellar passed it off as Fire Flare resembling one of her grandparents. For a few years, things were happy. They were a stable, loving family, more or less. Stellar kept her shame to herself, and although things were somewhat frosty between her and Sunspot, it had been that way for such a long time anyway that nopony was the wiser.

Then Sunburst got into Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, and that’s where everything began to fall apart. Oh, everypony was ecstatic at first. Stellar was so proud of her little Sunburst. He’d done what she’d never could! No one even noticed the dejected filly in the corner, and they wouldn’t until she grew up and left Sire’s Hollow altogether. But that was years from now.

Thus, Starlight Glimmer exited the picture.

While Sunburst was away attending school, Fire Flare began to shoot up like a weed, quickly becoming taller than either of her parents. Sire’s Hollow might have been tightly knit and supportive, but that just made the townsponies all the more prone to gossip. And gossip they did. They noticed how tall Fire Flare was. How she didn’t have either of her parent’s eye color. How her cutie mark wasn’t even sun related. But gossip spreads... and it eventually reached its way to Sunspot’s ears.

Sunspot didn’t consider himself a suspicious pony, but he wasn’t a fool. Their bedroom had been dead for years, ever since Fire Flare was born. Before, even. He confronted his wife and asked her point blank if there was any truth to the rumors. Stellar, having held in the secret for years, quietly admitted that they were true. She had no tears to shed for this, for the tatters of a relationship that had been held together purely by their children.

And now Sunspot knew that one of them wasn’t even his. It was over. He filed for divorce the next week, gave the custody of the kids up to Stellar, and left town a broken shadow of the vibrant stallion he once was.

Thus, Sunspot exited the picture.

Stellar found herself... oddly un-heart broken. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. In fact, it was kind of... relieving. Things would be more difficult from then on, to be sure. The townsponies would gossip about this for years and supporting two kids all on her own (save for the monthly child support payments) was no easy feat. But still, she felt freer than she had in years. She felt like she could truly begin to live her li-

Then Sunset Shimmer walked into town.

Stellar’s marriage was barely even dead in the ground when Sunset Shimmer knocked on her door. The babe that Stellar had given up so many years before, returning home to meet her mother. And Stellar didn’t recognize her. It wasn’t her fault, she told herself. She hadn’t seen Sunset since she had tearfully given her away! She had been a newborn at the time! How was Stellar supposed to recognize the almost fully grown mare that stood before her?

Sunset didn’t accept any of these excuses. She didn’t accept how Stellar slammed the door in her face and told her to get lost before she knew who she was. It just made her angry. Livid. Sunset screamed in the face of the mare that gave birth to her and disavowed any connection they might have had. Sunset told Stellar all about her accomplishments, that she was Princess Celestia’s personal student, and then she walked right out the door.

Fire Flare found her mother a broken, weeping mess that night. It was that night that Fire learned, as she comforted her sobbing mother, that she wasn’t the only dirty secret that Stellar had been keeping. She learned that she had an older sister was out there, one poised to accomplish great things. It only made Fire feel all the worse about her place in the family, but she kept that to herself.

Neither Stellar nor Fire told Sunburst the truth, reasoning that he already had enough on his plate at Celestia’s school. And so that was the state of the family for a while, a young Fire Flare having to take care of her mother just as much as her mother had to take care of her, all the while Sunburst was away at school.

And then Sunburst dropped out.

Stellar was livid. She had spent so much money keeping Sunburst in that school, and he just... dropped out. Like it was nothing. He didn’t even have the excuse of being pregnant! She had to endure nine months of hell and even she didn’t drop out of school like he had! There was all that potential, running down the drain, and when Sunburst arrived on her doorstep with all of his bags, she let him know exactly how she felt.

It was no surprise then, when Sunburst moved away the first chance he got, unable to stand his mother’s constant nagging about his future.

All Stellar had was Fire Flare, but even she didn’t stick around for long. She was beginning to come of age and decided to pursue her passion. Fire joined up with a fireworks troupe and began to perform all across Equestria... but that meant that Stellar Flare was all on her own.

A single mother with no children that wanted to visit her. They had all flown the nest or outright cut her off. And what did she have to show for it? A big empty house, her job, and... the community of ponies she’d lived with all these long years. Yes... the village. She still had Sire’s Hollow.

A village that so obviously needed a mother’s guiding hoof.

[undercolorau-blog]

The turning point

chapter 6

Weeks were spent living with the spider monster named Spinne, For once in his life Crudute wasn’t wary of someone. He likes the female spider monster, She fed them and cared for them. It was odd since neither of them had a stable parent around. They were dropped off into the streets to fend for themselves. Crudute quickly took on the young of the responsible and tough sibling. He had to. Merci was to sweet and kind to be able to fend for herself.

After years of being on the streets the twins finally felt at home somewhere. But Crudute knew that they couldn’t stay there. They needed to leave. They needed to escape back to the surface.

Spinne knew that she couldn’t keep the twins here, the others have already found out about the two humans. She had to take them to camp to meet the former king. But it was not the king that she was worried about, no. It was the other monsters, not all of them agreed to be helpful, some of them were violent and would not think twice to kill the two children. They were just kids!! She didn’t want to but she has to. She made sure the two were all bundled up as she readied them to go see Bondad. She smiled seeing the beautiful dress she made for Merci and Crudute prefers more baggy clothing. She smiled at them as she offered Merci her hand. The young one took her and smiled up at her. “Alright, we’ll be heading to the camp and see the former king. Are you guys ready?” She asks them, Merci bounces and giggles while her brother just rolls his eyes and sighs. She’ll take that as a yes.

Once the twins were ready, she held their hands as they made their way towards the camp. Unlike the other paths and trails, this once was more well used. It wasn’t stone but dirt. The snow was a silvery white from the past battles that have taken place on the this stretch of road. Thankfully the trail was not as long.

Soon enough they came to the campsite. There were small tents and banners all baring the peacekeeper mark. She smiled at them “I’m going to have you two stay with Grun, she’s the healer here and a friend of mine.” She told them as they walk towards a larger tent. A small lizard monster was busy typing on her phone. She squeaks looking up and seeing them.

“Sp-Spinne, i-i wasn’t ex-excepting you so-so soon. A-Are these Merci and Cru-Crudute?” She stammers out nervously

“Yes, Crudute, Merci this is my friend Grun.” She told them with a soft smile. She pets them both “She’s the camps greatest healer. You two will be in great hands."

The twins looked at the lizard monster. Crudute frowns while Merci smiles and giggling as she sits next to the other. Grun smiles and grabs a book for Merci to read. It was a badly damaged manga. Merci blinks as she takes the book. Grun smiles as she helps her figure out how to read the managa. The three sat in the tent together snuggled under some blankets reading managas together. Grun looked up when Spinne came back into the tent. She smiles at her and helps the twins to their feet.

The tent that Bondad was in was the largest and the fanciest one. Spinne opened the tent flap and led them inside. Sitting in front of a table with cups of warm liquid which was really tea was a goat monster. Two long curved horns and pale ginger hair tied into a pony tail and a beard with braided parts. He offered Crudute a cup of the golden brown liquid “My name is Bondad, i was the king of the underground. You and your sister are safe here with us.” He told them with a small smile “Tell me young ones what are your names?” “I’m Merci and this is my older twin Crudute.” Merci chirps as she takes her own cup from the gentle monster and takes a sip of the warm sweet liquid. She makes a happy sound while Crudute looks at him with a serious expression “Ever since my sister and i have been down here monsters have been trying to harm us. Is there a reason why?” “Monsters here, the violate ones want your souls. They want them so that they can become more powerful and break the barrier that has us sealed underground.” Bondad explained “The seal was placed by humans after the great monster and human war. Any humans that fall down here they want to kill and take their souls. They want war with the humans. They want to break the barrier and wipe out the human race so monsters can rule. We, on the other hand don’t believe in that. We want to rule the surface with the humans.” Merci and Crudute exchanged a look “Human and monster war?” “Many many years ago, humans started a war between us and them. Monsters are weaker to humans since we don’t have physical forms, our bodies are made out of magic. So because of this the humans won the war and sealed us underground.” “That’s so awful!” Merci told him after she took a sip of her tea. “That sucks man.” Crudute nods “Yes but after the war,i fell in love with a hot headed she-monster named Krieg. We had a child but a sickness claimed the lives of many monsters including our son. We fought, she denounced her crown and myself. She began to gain a following of monsters who hate humans and want to destroy the barrier. Soon the underground was in a civil war. We attempted to settle things down which worked for a while but once again we are at war.”

The twins sat with the former king and their adoptive spider mom listening to stories about monster kind. A loud sound came from outside. Then the earth shook. Bondad got up and went outside. Spinne helped the twins to their feet. Monsters rushed into the camp and began to attack. Bondad dodged and shielding them. Spinne took off to go help other monsters. Crudute grabbed Merci’s hand and running. The two took off though the camp. She glanced behind them and screamed seeing a very familiar fish monster running after them. They took off though the camp and into the forest. The twins ran with Spiel hot on their heels. Merci screamed as a magic attack hit her in the side. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground into the snow. Spiel grins as she walks over to her. Merci tried to scramble to her feet. Spiel kicked her down. Crudute rushed at her swinging the knife from Nichtig’s house. The other laughed at him and swatted it away with ease. He tried to punch her. She smacked him away into a tree. He made a sound as he hit the tree and went limp. “CRUDUTE!” Merci screamed trying to get up and squealed in pain as Spiel stomped on her back. The monster picked up Merci by her hair and grins “Found you.~”

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? my dog2. Are you outgoing or shy? shy3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? death4. Are you easy to get along with? once u get to know me yeah7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? no8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? melissa benoist 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? a friend11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? i asked my friend to get my bike12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? seeing blind, on my own, tmta, hannah, and havana14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yeah15. What good thing happened this summer? i had my first kiss16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? no lmao17. Do you think there is life on other planets? of course 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? no20. Do you like your neighbors? we never talk so yeah 21. What are you bad habits? i bite my nails 22. Where would you like to travel? everywhere 23. Do you have trust issues? yes25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my chest26. What do you do when you wake up? check my phone27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? darker28. Who are you most comfortable around? tbh no one 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? no32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? niall and melissa33. Spell your name with your chin. your name with your chin35. Would you rather live without TV or music? tv36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? yes37. What do you say during awkward silences? nothing

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? idk42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? i dont know what to say43. Do you smile at strangers? no44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? outer space 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? my mom46. What are you paranoid about? everything47. Have you ever been high? no48. Have you ever been drunk? yes49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? yes50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? grey51. Ever wished you were someone else? yes52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? everything 53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont wear make up54. Favourite store? target 55. Favourite blog? @leaningluthor  and @johnconstantinelesbian 56. Favourite colour? baby blue57. Favourite food? burgers58. Last thing you ate? chips59. First thing you ate this morning? waffles60. Ever won a competition? For what? no61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? im a good kid62. Been arrested? For what? no63. Ever been in love? yes :/65. Are you hungry right now? no66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? yess67. Facebook or Twitter? twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr? twitter 69. Are you watching tv right now? no70. Names of your bestfriends? anastasia, isabella, mickey and john71. Craving something? What? love72. What colour are your towels? blue and pink72. How many pillows do you sleep with? two73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? i use to74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? none75. Favourite animal? dogs76. What colour is your underwear? light pink 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour? cookies and cream 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? blue and black80. What colour pants? black81. Favourite tv show? south park82. Favourite movie? one directions this is us 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? mean girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? karen86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? dory87. First person you talked to today? my mom88. Last person you talked to today? my brother89. Name a person you hate? chris wood90. Name a person you love? niall horan91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? yes92. In a fight with someone? no93. How many sweatpants do you have? 394. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 295. Last movie you watched? the new hey arnold movie96. Favourite actress? melissa benwah97. Favourite actor? blake jenner98. Do you tan a lot? nope99. Have any pets? a dog and cat and a hamster100. How are you feeling? sad101. Do you type fast? on the computer102. Do you regret anything from your past? a lot 103. Can you spell well? kind of104. Do you miss anyone from your past? my old friends 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? yes106. Ever broken someone’s heart? i hope not107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes108. What should you be doing? homework109. Is something irritating you right now? yes a lot of things110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? yes111. Do you have trust issues? yes112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my friends113. What was your childhood nickname? butters lol bc i really liked him from SP114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? no115. Do you play the Wii? ive played it once116. Are you listening to music right now? blink 182117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? no118. Do you like Chinese food? i guess119. Favourite book? harry potter120. Are you afraid of the dark? yeah121. Are you mean? no122. Is cheating ever okay? no123. Can you keep white shoes clean? for like a few weeks124. Do you believe in love at first sight? yea125. Do you believe in true love? yes126. Are you currently bored? yes127. What makes you happy? nialls laugh128. Would you change your name? no i like my name 129. What your zodiac sign? aquarius 130. Do you like subway? no131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? ask them out idk133. Favourite lyrics right now? dont know why you're too good to be all mine134. Can you count to one million? no138. Curly or Straight hair? curly139. Brunette or Blonde? blonde140. Summer or Winter? winter141. Night or Day? day142. Favourite month? december 143. Are you a vegetarian? nope146. Was today a good day? yea147. Mars or Snickers? snickers148. What’s your favourite quote? any quote from harry potter149. Do you believe in ghosts? yes150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?  “there you are, harry,” said a voice

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The Kindness; Part Ten

Fandom: Fallout (3)

Pairing: Female Lone Wanderer/Charon

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Part ten!

Charon had no idea how their plans always managed to go so wrong. This was the fucking super mutants all over again. A deathclaw. A deathclaw! They had been sent to clear out a group of raiders that kept harming the Brahmin of a nearby settlement, how the fuck had they even managed to stumble into its nest?

  They aren't exactly creatures known for tidy areas!

  Spoon stood beside him, just as motionless as he was. The deathclaw (Charon would take a stab in the dark and say that it was probably the mother deathclaw) stood horns, head, and shoulders over Charon, nostrils flaring as it sampled the air suspiciously.

  Don't move smoothskin, for the love of God please don't move. Charon silently begged, praying that the creature's poor eyesight would let them escape unscathed. Most of his other employers had hardly ventured outside once they'd acquired him, never mind actively seeking out trouble. Charon had never faced a deathclaw and he wasn't sure if he was up to the task.

  After several overly-tense moments, it seemed they would be alright. But then, the deathclaw gave a loud snort as it turned to retreat back into its den and Spoon flinched at the noise.

  All hell broke loose.

  That cold, calculating chunk of Charon's brain took over as the deathclaw sank its massive talons into Spoon's leg. The ghoul felt a panicked shout bubble in his throat when Spoon screamed in pain; horror and the sick, tearing noise momentarily freezing his limbs before he wrestled himself back under control.

  Spoon!

  Protect contract holder.

  The combat shotgun thundered deafeningly loud in his grip, pellets spraying point-blank into the deathclaw's side and making it roar angrily. Charon snarled in reply, pressing his advantage as Spoon crumpled to the ground. Blood had never interrupted his killing phase, but seeing Spoon covered in it made him abruptly nauseous and furious at the same time.

  “I'll fuckin' skin you!” Charon seethed, practically nose-to-chest with the deathclaw as he pumped a round into its thick hide and dodged the swipe of razor-sharp claws. The creature latched its jaws onto Charon's armored shoulder, making the ghoul grunt in pain and fire another shot into its stomach.

  He curled his free hand into a fist and slammed it into the deathclaw's jaw over and over, hearing a snap and wondering faintly whether it was his hand or the jaw. His brain screamed an endless cycle of contract holder contract holder contract holder --!!

  Charon felt something in him shatter like glass under the stress and pain, a mental explosion. His hip ached from where he'd braced his shotgun and his fingers cramped in his fist from constant hammering andandand--

  His brain went quiet for a moment in the midst of the chaos.

  Protect Spoon .

  It wasn't a command. It didn't scrape at the insides of his skull, or turn his stomach like an Institute order.

  Was that...is this me?

  The deathclaw's teeth dug and tore at his shoulder and Charon couldn't choke back the shout that ripped out of him when he finally disengaged from the hulking beast. He jabbed his shotgun upwards into the deathclaw's neck and just fired in a frenzy until he shot the drum dry.

  Charon swayed on his feet as the creature slumped to the ground, its head reduced to a bloody pulp. He was dimly aware that this was the most frothing rage he'd ever been in and now he had no way to expel it. Everything in him was white-hot and he'd lost too much blood to just sit down and deep-breathe his way through it safely. He ripped the empty drum out of his gun with one savage motion and slapped a fresh one in, cocking the still-smoking gun in the next breath. Then he kicked the deathclaw's corpse to the side, stepped into the cave and swung the barrel of the shotgun into the first egg he saw.

  Pulling the trigger as an afterthought, the ghoul blindly stormed his way through the numerous clutches of eggs. Crushing them with his punches and kicks as much as his gun, he finally reached the end of the cave and stood there for a moment, chest heaving and throat sore from screams that he didn't recall making. His broken knuckles trailed blood from the sharp edges of egg and impacts with the deathclaw's hide mere moments earlier.

  Charon ground his teeth and began to wipe some of the egg sac off his mangled hands, forcing himself to think about where they were and where they might be secure enough to take care of Sp--

  Oh God, Spoon. The fury petered out of the overlarge ghoul as he staggered back out of the den and knelt in the bloody dirt surrounding his partner. He had to swallow two or three times before he could speak. “Spoon?” He managed, rolling her onto her back.

  The scream that came out of her was unexpected and Charon jolted at the volume of it.

    Spoon heaved in a shuddering breath after her scream, gasping and then gritting her teeth against the pain. My leg!

  She made the mistake of propping herself up and looking down at the damage. The Sugar Bombs she'd eaten that morning threatened to make a reappearance. Charon was on one knee beside her, looking infuriated and frantic at the same time. Spoon moaned in agony, pressing her fists to her eyes and falling back into the dirt. Her leg was gone, sliced clean through above the knee and lying off to the side of her. What was left attached to her was bleeding too heavily for her to think straight. “Oh God, Charon, Charon...” She babbled helplessly, “this is h-how I fucking die, I'm so sorry--”

  “No no no it's not.” Charon growled, tearing off one of his belts and cinching it tight enough to hurt faintly around her thigh. A Stimpack jabbed quickly onto the area beneath the belt.

  Spoon shook her head, feeling the panic well up. “I c-can't...holy shit big guy, so much blood-”

  “I'll carry you, it'll be okay.”

  “Charon d-don't carry m-me! What if-”

  Her chin was suddenly caught in a vice-like grip and Charon's gaze, roiling with emotion, held hers. The order didn't seem to phase him. “ I can't lose you, ” He grated out, “so let me fucking help! ” The ghoul sucked in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. “I'm going to find a car and we're going to sit next to it. We're going to irradiate the fuck out of you and see if Moira's trick is the real deal.” He said finally, struggling to his feet and gathering Spoon up.

  The world was graying out at the edges for Spoon, and she giggled a little too hard. “T-taking care of me as always, eh big guy?” Something dribbled down her cheek and she looked up, catching sight of his mangled armor. “Oh God Charon, oh no...your poor shoulder...”

  “Fuck my shoulder, smoothskin!” Charon exploded, silencing her. His breath came in huffing, angry pants as he continued walking. He shifted her weight to one arm after a moment, using the thumb on his now-free hand to wipe off the blood that had dripped onto her face.

  Spoon half-lidded her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat weakly as he stared down at her with a strange expression on his face. “You in there...?” she asked when he finally looked away. Charon grumbled something under his breath, making Spoon smile. It was several minutes before she spoke again, the dizzy feeling unsettling her immensely. “Charon...if...if something happens to me, what will you have to do?”

  The tall ghoul stiffened, fingers digging into her leg and arm. “I am not having this conversation right now. You're going to be alright, smoothskin.”

  “But what if I'm not? What...What if I have to haunt you endlessly be-because you never told me what would ha-happen afterward?” Spoon pressed, raising her hands and waving them around in what she hoped was a spooky fashion.

  “I could live with that.” Was all Charon said in reply though, his eyes thoughtful as he stared over her head.

  “I understand that you'd have to take the c-contract, but,” Fuck this hurts. If I get out of this I'm blowing that fucker's den sky-high with grenades, “What's keeping you from just hanging onto it yourself?” Oh god, bad question, terrible question holy shit. This is where I get eaten alive, her brain screamed as Charon slowly looked down at her with a thunderous expression. “Uh. Never mind.” Spoon backpedaled. “I just. I need something to talk about so I don't focus on the fact that my leg was ripped off. I'm sure you understand.” She finished with a laugh that sounded too high in her ears.

  “What were some of your favorite westerns, and why?” Charon grunted after several minutes, his face smoothing into a neutral look. “Tell me about them. I never watched any. Too many horses for me.”

  “Yeah, I remember.” Spoon said, giddily realizing that she actually did recall him saying that.

    Her voice was a soothing background noise to him, telling him about Roy Rogers and Fess Parker while intermittently taking sips off a canteen they filled in an irradiated puddle. Charon vaguely recalled a singing cowboy and that damn pony of his. He felt sometimes like that damn four legged fuck did all the work out of the two. He couldn't remember why horses unsettled him so much. Maybe it was because they were huge, like Brahmin, but smarter.

  It didn't matter. As long as she was talking, she was breathing. And as long as she was breathing, he was hers.

  Charon hadn't been able to help the shudder that had gone through him when she asked what would happen to him if she died. The notion of her haunting him was only barely laughable. She was already going to haunt him. Every day since he had braided those small beads into her hair haunted him.

  Charon wasn't an idiot. He knew that he was well beyond the point of healthy employee and employer attachment. Shit, he may have skipped the 'healthy' part outright and plummeted straight into 'how the fuck do I make this work' territory.

  She let him touch her. She'd seen most of him, fucked-up skin and all...and she still seemed to want him. The next day had been torment as he'd tiptoed around her, not sure what to do in this situation. His pussyfooting didn't seem to upset her; she'd left him alone for the most part and he had a weird feeling that their interaction may have been a fluke. Maybe her water hadn't been purified enough and she'd had rad poisoning. What if she'd been drinking beforehand and didn't actually know what had happened? Spoon hadn't acted any differently towards him and it was confusing as fuck.

  Charon groaned internally as he remembered all the damn fool traders she swindled out of their caps with a well-placed arm touch or that cheesy showman's grin. What if that's all he was? Just another sucker?

  A barricade of cars stacked on top of one another caught his eye, and he quickened his steps. If there were raiders they were fucked, but the lack of fire in the encroaching twilight set his mind at ease. Charon abruptly noticed that Spoon had fallen silent, and looked down worriedly. Her eyes were still open but fuck , was she pale. “Not much further, Spoon.” He rasped.

  She focused on him, offering a wan smile that only worried him more. “Okay.”

  The only raiders were already dead, and Charon could feel the low hum of radiation from at least two of the vehicles. Carefully he set her down on the hood of one of the crushed cars, dropping her pack on the ground next to him and grunting when the fingers of his right hand made a snapping protest against the motion. “You still have your reserve water? I don't know how hard this car is still cranking out. It's been here a while.”

  “Bottom of the bag. C-Can you grab me a Bloodpack? Maybe another Stim too.” Spoon asked, wincing as she slid further back so she could lay down. Charon 'tsk'ed, sitting her up again.

  “You know laying down is a bad move, smoothskin. You fall asleep like that, you're fucked.” He scolded, ashamed of how relieved he felt when she rolled her eyes at him.

  “Pipe down you overlarge fucker, and g-gimme a Stim already. Then t-take off your armor so I can see your shoulder.” She demanded.

  Charon felt a tremor jolt through his body at the order and then...nothing. Huh . That's never happened before. Cautiously, he continued not obeying for a few seconds more, hiding it by digging around in her pack aimlessly. Weird , he thought, finally picking up the things she asked for and handing them over one by one. “My shoulder will be fine smoothskin. The rads are doing their work on me, see?” he assured her, tugging his battered armor to the side and showing his muscle already starting to patch and weave its way back together.

  Spoon grimaced as she started to drink from the gallon of rad water. “I'm going to have to piss like a fucking racehorse when this is over with.” She complained. Her cheeks were already pinking back up, proof that the Bloodpack and Stim had done their jobs.

  “Do you have anything to dull the pain? Med-X?” Charon was surprised when she shook her head no.

  “I might still have a bottle of vodka in the side compartment. That's it though. I really ought to prepare more for these kinds of things.” The smoothskin admitted as Charon uncovered a half-empty bottle and passed it to her. “Jesus Christ Charon, you'll bleed me out faster. That'll thin my blood.”

  “You don't have anything else in here that would help with managing your pain.” He pointed out.

  Spoon set her jaw. “I've dealt with it this long, haven't I?”

  Charon could tell this wasn't an argument he could win, so he simply nodded and began setting up a few mines around their impromptu resting place. Once he was done he started peeling off his armor. His undershirt was punched full of holes and with a resigned sigh he began using it to scrub some of the blood off his gear. The radiation from the cars lapped at the bottom of his consciousness gently, relaxing him to the point that he sat down.

  “How do you feel, Charon?” Spoon asked, hiccuping at the end of her sentence.

  Charon looked up, taking in her appearance. He hadn't permitted himself many opportunities to check her over since their confusing bath day almost two weeks ago. He knew his stare was heated but he couldn't bring himself to care.

    “I feel damn fine, smoothskin.” he said finally. The look that he gave her cut through the acrid taste of rad water and the foggy warning ticks of her Pipboy's Geiger counter. Spoon gulped, not sure why she felt so disappointed when he returned to swabbing the blood off his armor. Her stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with the dimming pain.

  “You grow anything yet? Or are we fucked?” Charon asked, spitting onto his shoulder plate and scrubbing at it with the cloth.

  Spoon shrugged, loosening the belt around her thigh. Charon's eyes shot back up at the ' clink ' of the buckle. “Sheesh, jumpy.” Spoon teased, sliding the belt off and holding her breath. No blood spurted out of the end of her thigh and she grinned in relief, her hysteria manifesting in a squeak of laughter. “Whew! Well, worst comes to worst I'll get a badass robot leg instead.”

  “Jesus fuck.” Charon growled, tossing his armor to the side and getting to his feet.

  “Uh-?” Spoon began as the ghoul sauntered to the car, caging her in with his arms when he leaned over her. “Charon?”

  He made a low noise in his throat, closing in and pressing his forehead to hers. “Don't... don't do that to me again, smoothskin.” He murmured after a few tense seconds.

  “Do what?” Spoon asked, genuinely confused. Charon groaned, pulling her into his chest and hugging her tightly. Oh...I scared him, she realized. Wait, I scared him?! Holy fuck. “I'm sorry.”

  “If my employer dies, I have to take the contract from them and give it to the next person I see. It could be the person who killed them. It could be a random trader.” The ghoul drew a shaky-sounding breath. “I cannot 'hang onto' my own contract. The longer I keep it, the more severe the mental backlash is. I..I am content. I do not wish to leave you. You have been kind to me. You tolerate my touching. But it's not wise to be this attached to you. I distanced myself so I could keep you safe; so I wouldn't be distracted when I watch your back.”

  “'Tolerate?!'” Spoon squeaked, pieces falling into place in her brain. I thought I had overstepped his boundaries when he avoided me the next day! I'll admit my pride was a little wounded and I was embarrassed with the way I acted, so I figured I'd save us both the trouble and pretend like it didn't happen. If only a certain someone didn't make it so fucking difficult to forget...!

  “It didn't work. I am still distracted, maybe even more so.” Fever-hot fingers cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. She flushed at the intensity of the look, fixing her eyes on his shoulder instead. “Hey,” His voice held a note of pleading, “don't hide from me. Not now. When you talked about haunting me...I don't think you understand the things I'm already haunted by, smoothskin.”

  “I really tore you up, huh?” Spoon said sheepishly. Charon nodded, seeming like the action itself offered him some relief. Spoon threw her arms around him on a whim, nuzzling into his chest. “We're fucking morons, big guy.”

  The startled bark of his laughter was like music to her, and she joined in.

  ...

  Spoon was horrified on a low level when she woke up from a relatively restful (if a little nauseous) night to a brand new, semi-functional leg. No other appendages had appeared and for that she was grateful, but the muscles in her leg felt like she'd never used them before.

  She hobbled around the camp, swiping a new boot off a dead raider that was almost her size and struggling to put it on. Charon chuckled at her frustrated motions, offering to hold the bag of Radaway while she tapped into a vein. “I swear to God, if anything worse than the standard Radaway headache or upset stomach happens I'm blowing my fucking brains out.” Spoon swore when she was done, looking up at the ghoul with narrowed eyes.

  Charon shrugged. “Smoothskin, even if you went full ghoul you'd be attractive to me.” His tone was nonchalant.

  Spoon was flabbergasted. Jesus Christ. “You say the nicest things, Charon.”

  “Technically I'm high as a kite right now, Spoon. The radiation makes you sick, but it throws me for a loop.” He grinned down at her. “I feel great, you look great, I protected you yesterday and we're fucking alive. My shoulder's good as new, my hand bones have cracked back into place...what's not to like?” His face darkened. “Do you think those settlers knew it was a deathclaw killing their Brahmin?”

  Spoon's heart sank. There was no way they could have mistaken raider slaughter for deathclaw slaughter. Bullets versus claws? I mean, even knives don't slice like those talons. “I don't know, Charon. We'll have to see. I guess we'll prep for the worst, and hope for the best. All that jazz.”

  Charon nodded in agreement, but his brow stayed furrowed. Spoon chewed her lip thoughtfully as she re-packed her rucksack and Charon polished off a few cans of Cram. The freshly-filled rad water jug plopped like a rock into the bottom of her pack.

  “Remind me to thank Moira when we get back. I guess letting her twist my DNA 'like a kitten with a ball of yarn' was a good thing after all.” Spoon grimaced as a headache started to pound in her left temple. “Ah, right on time.”

Part Eleven

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WHY DO YOU DO THIS AGHSJDFKG

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My girlfriend.. I’M STARTING TO ANSWER AND I’M GLARING AT YOU EMILIA2. Are you outgoing or shy? Aaahh outgoing!!3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My girlfriend AND my cup of coffee tomorrow morning~4. Are you easy to get along with? ..I hope I am!5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Yes..6. What kind of people are you attracted to? … Uhm.. next question all right~7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I.. hope so..8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? All of my friends right now, I’m talking to them! And my girlfriend, always9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? … Yes,  but eehhrr I know I probably shouldn’t, so.. I try to act normally…10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Stella probably!!11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “What?” AHAH12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Neptune, Saturn, Venus by Sleeping At Last, Forest Fires by Axel Flovent, and.. uhm… I know it’s four songs, but I wouldn’t know which one could be the fifth!13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? I’d say yes!14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Y E S15. What good thing happened this summer? I got in a relationship with the person who is my girlfriend right now!16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes!17. Do you think there is life on other planets? OF COURSE WHAT YES YES18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Nooooo ahah it’s been way too many years!! But I recently talked to her once because she casually found my number again!19. Do you like bubble baths? Mmhhh.. I can tell you that I like bubbles and I like baths!20. Do you like your neighbors? Yes, they’re really kind, especially the ones who live in front of us!21. What are your bad habits? I wouldn’t know.. I procrastinate? ahsdjfgk22. Where would you like to travel? The entire universe~23. Do you have trust issues? Nonononono24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Talking to others and looking up at the sky.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? .. I wouldn’t know..26. What do you do when you wake up? I immediately try to remember my dreams!27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Oh I’m actually okay with the way I am, luckily!28. Who are you most comfortable around? Kind of all of my friends, but mostly my girlfriend.29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes.30. Do you ever want to get married? I’M WAITING FOR THAT31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? NOOO AHAHAHAH32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? … what…….33. Spell your name with your chin. CHRFJDGZB NO ALL RIGHT34. Do you play sports? What sports? Can overthinking be considered a sport because ahsdjfkg35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without TV, I actually don’t watch it often.. I’d never want to live without music!36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Uhmm.. no..37. What do you say during awkward silences? I think I often say something that comes to my mind like “That cloud looks like a horse”, or I simply ask “how are you?”38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Neeeext question~39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? There are very interesting shops here about Harry Potter and other fantasy series and just fantasy things in general, they even sell swords and fairy statues, they’re so magical.. oh and old fashioned shops that sell particular types of food and other things that you wouldn’t normally find, there’s one here in Italy called “Castroni” and I love it! 40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already there, ahah! I wanted to study philosophy and here I am~41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Yes.42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I wouldn’t know really! Maybe I’m really sad or wondering if planets have feelings.43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes and it makes me happy for some reason! I just hope they don’t find me creepy44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? AH. AAAH AH OUTER SPACE O U T ER SPACE O U T E R S P A C E OU T ER SP-45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? The fear that I’ll miss the train asdfghhjk46. What are you paranoid about? ….47. Have you ever been high? Noooo48. Have you ever been drunk? NOOOOOOOOOO49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? I ATE ALL THE COOKIES FROM THE PACKAGE AND MY MOTHER STILL DOESN’T KNOW50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Grey.51. Ever wished you were someone else? Maybe not..52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? .. I wish I didn’t have such a hard time making decisions sometimes.53. Favourite makeup brand? AHAHAH I DON’T KNOW I’ll let you know though!!54. Favourite store? Read the question 39~55. Favourite blog? All of my friends’ blogs!56. Favourite colour? Periwinkle YOU GUYS DON’T CALL IT INDIGO APPARENTLY AH57. Favourite food? Chocolate and antything sweet!58. Last thing you ate? Boiled eggs and carrots.59. First thing you ate this morning? I didn’t really “eat” anything, I only had coffee!60. Ever won a competition? For what? Uhm.. maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.. I don’t remember ahah!61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Never ever sh62. Been arrested? For what? NOOOO WHAT63. Ever been in love? I don’t know.. I don’t know what true love feels like, or if I do but I don’t realize it, maybe yes.. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? Oh I had just gotten in a relationship with my ex girlfriend, and I kissed her when I told her how I felt about her and she said she felt the same way.65. Are you hungry right now? Not really! Or maybe a little bit!66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I LIKE EVERYONE STOP67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter!68. Twitter or Tumblr? TUMBLR SADLY69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope~70. Names of your bestfriends? SSSHH71. Craving something? What? The mineral…BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH 2013 MEMES72. What colour are your towels? Mostly white!72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two pillows.73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes ahah they’ll always be on my bed!74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? Mmhhh.. maybe 20 or so..75. Favourite animal? Horses, cats and birds!76. What colour is your underwear? NO. ASDHFJGK. NO.77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Both!78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Everything that involves chocolate and cream!79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Dark blue.80. What colour pants? Black 81. Favourite tv show? Does Code Geass count? ahsjdfkg82. Favourite movie? A movie I couldn’t tell in English, but the Italian title is “Al di la’ dei sogni”.. and .. uhmm.. I need to think about this, I think there are a lot of them but I wouldn’t be able to make a list now!83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? I never watched them!!84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? I never watched these either ahsjdfkg85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? AAH I DON’T KNOW I’M SORRY86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? I couldn’t tell! I’d need to rewatch it, but maybe Dory!87. First person you talked to today? Stella, SAY HIIIIIIIIII88. Last person you talked to today? My girlfriend for now!89. Name a person you hate? myfather I don’t hate anyone.

90. Name a person you love? My mother!

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Myself, all the time92. In a fight with someone? Uhm.. if you mean if I’m a fight at the moment.. no, I think.. 93. How many sweatpants do you have? Maybe just one or two!94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? EEEEEH. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH I LOVE HOODIES AND SWEATERS SO.. 100000000000000000000095. Last movie you watched? Does an X-Files episode count?? 96. Favourite actress? I wouldn’t know..97. Favourite actor? Nnnhhhh… I don’t know, I’m sorry!98. Do you tan a lot? Kind of, yes!99. Have any pets? A cat and a parrot and I love them so much aahh100. How are you feeling? ..I’m fine… coUGH101. Do you type fast? yeeeeEEEESS AND I’M STILL SURPRISED THAT I MAKE A LOT OF TYPOS102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes, and no..103. Can you spell well? Ahah probably! 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes.105. Ever been to a bonfire party? What is it?? 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? .. I wish I could say no… but..107. Have you ever been on a horse? I went to horseback riding for years!108. What should you be doing? STUDYING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH109. Is something irritating you right now? … Irritating me… nothing! I just don’t really get “irritated”.110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? .. Eeeh..111. Do you have trust issues? Mh? Didn’t you already ask this? MMH112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I don’t remember.. ..113. What was your childhood nickname? Oh I should ask my mother, but I’ve always been called Chris by my friends even back then!114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yuup115. Do you play the Wii? It’s a miracle that I’ve had a Nintendo DS ahsdjfgkh116. Are you listening to music right now? No, but I’m going to!117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? OH YES!!!!! YES!118. Do you like Chinese food? Is spring rolls considered Chinese food? I wouldn’t know, but I’d like to try it, I love trying food from other countries!119. Favourite book? It usually changes depending on what I find!120. Are you afraid of the dark? No, I actually like it..121. Are you mean? YES. VERY. I’M GOING TO STEAL ALL YOUR WAFFLES AND EAT THEM ALL BWHAHAHAHAHAH122. Is cheating ever okay? .. I…- … ..is killing people ever okay.. ?123. Can you keep white shoes clean? NOOOO NOT EVEN THE BLACK ONES 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? .. I strongly believe that you need to build a connection with someone to fall in love, but.. love has no logic so I wouldn’t know.. I’ve happened to fall for someone at first sight… I couldn’t compare it to what I feel when I fall for someone after getting to know them though. I do feel that there’s something different. But to me, love takes place between souls and they need to get to know each other somehow. BUT AT THE SAME TIME I BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING125. Do you believe in true love? Of course!126. Are you currently bored? Not really~127. What makes you happy? Philosophy, the universe, waffles, my friends, my girlfriend, my pets, my mother, the sky…128. Would you change your name? Actually, no! 129. What your zodiac sign? Pisces130. Do you like subway? I’ve never been there!131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? .. Ah.. ah.. ahah… … uhm.. I.. never knew what to do..132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? STELLA ONCE AGAIN SAY HIIIIIIII but wait, didn’t you already ask this? Or is it my impression??133. Favourite lyrics right now? “At first I thought you were a constellation, I made a map of your stars then I had a revelation”134. Can you count to one million? Aahsdjfg noo135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I wouldn’t know! Perhaps “I’m fine” while obviously having a breakdown136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Open, mmh I feel like this says something about people..137. How tall are you? 178 cm, last time I checked.138. Curly or Straight hair? Wait wait what are we talking about??139. Brunette or Blonde? WAIT WAIT WHAT140. Summer or Winter? WINTER AAAHH WINTER WINTER!! I CAN’T STAND SUMMER IT’S TOO HOT141. Night or Day? Night, and the moon and the stars~142. Favourite month? December!143. Are you a vegetarian? Noope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk and white chocolate because they’re sweeter, but I just really love chocolate in general!145. Tea or Coffee? Both, but maybe coffee.. 146. Was today a good day? … Ahah not really buuuut147. Mars or Snickers? HA! Snickers!148. What’s your favourite quote? The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.149. Do you believe in ghosts? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES ALSO IN ALIENS150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? ..OH.   “Names of stars and constellations were taking the place of a wonderful dream, where me and my parents were having lunch next to a river. Andromeda, Cassiopea, Centauri, and many other names from space were pronounced by his warm voice.” YOU MAY CALL THIS FATE. It’s a book that my girlfriend gave me because it reminded her of me, there’s one of the main characters who’s in love with stars and he talks about them all the time.

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x09 “First Blood”

i have the worst headache i’ve had in years and i’m fucking salty about dead characters of colour

06:52pm

let me start by saying idk how i feel about this show any more. do i need another emotional rollercoaster in my life, besides politics and personal health issues?? who knows. i’m hoping this episode will give me something uplifting because life is ugh

also i have a terrible horrible awful headache but it turns out over-the-counter pain medication potentially contains corn starch, and i’m allergic to corn. so i can’t take paracetamol ever again. and i’m in a GREAT mood (sarcasm)

this episode is written by andrew dabb though sO PLEASE BE GOOD

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06:58

this recap is just making me remember how much i dislike the emotional rollercoaster

i’m currently at the point in my life where i just want to figure out what i Actually Care About and whether a sometimes-perfect-sometimes-awful show is one of those things

i mean the fandom is my online family but the source of the fandom is just such a mess idk

PROVE ME WRONG, DABB

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07:04

still on the recap

ugh

i just want a show that’s cute gay fanfic and character development and magic

where is that show

(merlin fufdhghfdugythtut)

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07:09

lol “you’re some bigshot anti-terrorism guy”

at least president jeff actually has a guy in that job position

/sideeyes trump

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07:11

“what if they have ties to, i dunno, white nationalists, muslim brotherhood”

JESUS CHRIST PICK A SIDE

i don’t know whether to laugh or be offended frankly

what even is this show

BIPARTISAN CIRCLE JERK WAHEY!!!

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07:14

okay well

i hate both these characters

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07:20

cas is so pretty

mary is so pretty

everyone is so pretty

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07:20

right of course. dean finds a loose bolt that is suspiciously the only one not painted grey

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07:21

they shove food under the door is thE CORN IS TOUCHING THE OTHER FOOD

I’M TRIGGERED

(no actually seriously that really bothers me and if that was real life i’d be having a panic attack about that and not the fact i’m trapped in prison forever)

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07:24

cas is so pretty and emotes so cute jsfhdg

SQUINTY BABY

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07:25

HEY IT’S ALISHA (SP?) AND THE BROTHER I LOVE THEM YESSS

(also bechdel test pass eeeee)

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07:32

if they’re not letting sam and dean walk around outside they’re gonna get vitamin d deficient really quick

let’s hope there’s some medication supplied with their food

me: forever concerned about everyone’s health

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07:33

“ack” and then “jack” right beside misha’s head

short for (j)ackles i imagine??

(although this episode was directed by robert singer, aka the no homo gnome, so idk)

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07:37

CAS TRYING HIS BEST TO WORK CASES WITHOUT SAM AND DEAN

I CRY

HE TRIES SO HARD TO BE THE BEST HUFFLEPUFF

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07:38

i want a fic where dean and “chop time” guy have a small uniform-and-food-related romance

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07:40

that moment when someone says your favourite characters are dead and you’re like “okay cool, how are they going to get out of this one?”

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07:45

asian coroner guy is my favourite

“hey”

classic

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07:50

“we might even be friends”

ohhhhh that flirty look the other guy gives cas

mr puppy grenade launcher has it bad for cas

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07:52

see, what i would’ve done is change direction while in the river so there’s no tracks leading straight over

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07:55

i hope dean knows he’s fucking terrifying

he probably forgets about how terrifying he is while he’s baking apple pies or lounging around his bedroom wearing nothing but panties

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07:59

probably something suspended from the ceiling and swinging around the lamp to make a shadow on the windows

(nope, theory debunked)

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08:03

i wuv hugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yesss hug more

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08:08

CAS NO DON’T KILL BILLIE

OH FUCK I

I MEAN YEAH THAT MADE SENSE BUT

OH GOD MY HEAD HURTS SO MUCH I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL

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08:09

every decision cas makes leads to bad things

his failure on the vampire case, letting the british guys come in (and maybe kill off all the surviving soldiers sam and dean were trying to save), and now billie (who had no intention of dying) instead of mary (who chose to die)

thIs IS NOT GOOD

SOMEONE HELP HIM MAKE GOOD CHOICES

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08:12

cas you fucked up but your heart was in the right place

as always

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08:13

yeah i knew the british guys were gonna fuck everything up

ugh

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08:13

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKES LEAVE THE FUCKING PEOPLE OF COLOUR ALONE

I WAS SO HOPEFUL WE’D GET TO THE END OF THIS AND ASIAN CORONER GUY AND “CHOP TIME” FOOD GUY WOULD SURVIVE

THIS WAS SO UNNECESSARY

I FUCKING HATE THIS SHOW I’M CRYING I HATE THIS SHOW

I’M FUCKING DONE 

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08:15

nobody fuckICKING CARES ABOUT THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT ASKING WQUESTIONS

I’M SO FUCKING

SJDGDF

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fuck i’m gonna die my head hurts so much

i hate everything i hate this show  i HATE MY HEALTH I HATE THE FACT PEOPLE THINK THIS IS OKAY AND THIS MAKES GOOD TV AND THIS MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY

DEAR ANDREW DABB, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THIS WAS OKAY

WHY CAN;T YOU WRITE AN EPISODE WHERE THE NARRATIVE DOESN’T REQUIRE PEOPLE OF COLOUR TO DIE

WHY CAN’T YOU WRITE SOMETHING WHERE THEY’RE PART OF THE STORY AND CAN BE HEROES AND WIN THE WAY THE WINCHESTERS DO

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“let me paint you a picture... where no-one has to die because of the supernatural”

YOU’RE FUCKING WORSE THAN THE MONSTERS

THESE WRITERS ARE WORSE THAN THE MONSTERS

I’M GONNA FUCKING PASS OUT SOMEONE HELP ME 

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08:18

mary no

fuck

of all the storylines in this show this season 12 BMoL is the fucking worst and most annoying and most frustrating

THE WORLD HAS ENOUGH POLITICAL MISERY WE DON’T NEED THIS SHIT

WE DON’T NEED BLACK MIRROR SHOWS WE NEED MY LITTLE PONY SHOWS

TELL US HOW TO FIX THE WORLD THROUGH KINDNESS AND INCLUSIVITY AND DIVERSITY, NOT TELL US HOW THE WORLD ALREADY IS THROUGH DARK PARALLELS

WE HAVE ENOUGH OF THOSE STORIES

BRING US BACK TO THE SUPERNATURAL THAT GAVE US HOPE AND HEROES AND SOMETHING REASSURING TO FALL BACK ON

THE MONSTERS IN THE WORLD ARE MEANT TO REPRESENT THE THINGS WE FIGHT IN REAL LIFE, GIVE US STORIES WITH GROWTH SO WE CAN GROW WITH THE CHARACTERS, NOT TUMBLE INTO THIS DARK ENDLESS ABYSS OF GREY AREAS THAT YOU HAVE TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH

I’M SICK OF SEEING WRONG DECISIONS PORTRAYED AS HEROIC GESTURES

I HAVE SUCJ A FUCKING TERRIBLE HEADACHE I’M NOT OKAY EVERYONE FUCK OFF

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08:24

i have no clue if i’ll watch next week

look i’m just here for dean and cas and sam and the lady characters but if this show wants to shit on everything i love about it then i don’t fucking know

i wanted this episode to give me a reason to keep watching and i got the opposite

cool character stuff, i guess. dean was great. cas was adorable and cares Too Much.

and i appreciate the BMoL from a character standpoint, and i get that it’s all a big mess on purpose so it’s straightened out by the end of the season, but in the meantime this IS NOT FUN TO WATCH

LET THE LADY CHARACTERS HAVE AGENCY OVER THEIR LIVES

BILLIE OUGHT TO HAVE GOTTEN HER DEAL. KILL A WINCHESTER (OR FOUR, TAKE CAS TOO), ADVENTURES IN HEAVEN!!!!! LET MARY ALMOST KILL HERSELF BUT CHANGE HER MIND. LET HER KILL BILLIE. LET HER FIGHT BILLIE AND COME TO AN AGREEMENT. MAKE ANOTHER DEAL. BRING JOHN BACK AND KILL HIM AGAIN. 

GOD THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS THIS COULD’VE BEEN DIFFERENT

AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IT WAS NOT FUCKING NECESSARY TO KILL FOUR PEOPLE OF COLOUR IN ONE EPISODE

4/10, cool character stuff, highly disappointed by the overall theme.