#that must have sucked for Jared

[jarpadandjensens]

J2 | AHBL 2024 | What was your fave death on Mystery spot?

[blackbirdie1234]

Brothers Best Friend Pt.2

Pt.1        

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part Two of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. Sorry this took me so long, I've been super busy. Sorry if this sucks lol I didn't proofread but I hope you like it. Feel free to comment, I would love feedback! Stay tuned for my Fred Weasley fics soon!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react. It all happened so fast," you ask with confusion trying to wrap your head around all of this.

She looked at you a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and you had just said something bizarre. 

"He what?" she stuttered. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of....... never mind" she trailed off, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" you ask, staring at her intensely. She looks up at you like a guilty child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids your eyes and stands up starting to clean up what you assume was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" you press, a bit more sternly.

Just as Emily was about to speak, all of the boys barged into the house playfully pushing each other around. You search the group for your brother and Sam. They must still be outside. You sit there as Emily laughs at the boy’s antics and kisses her boyfriend Jared. They all turn to look at you. 

“I guess the Wolf’s out of the bag” Embry remarks with a smirk.

“Sorry if we scared you Y/n,” Quil says with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. 

You smile shyly at them  

“ It’s okay, I think the initial shock is gone,” you say with a breathy laugh.

“Sam and B/n are on the porch if you want to go talk to them,” Jared added, moving to sit at the table and grabbing a muffin. 

You nod your head and stand up, walking to the front door nervously. You could hear your heartbeat booming in your ears. You were more nervous to talk to Sam than anyone. Ever since you made eye contact you couldn't get him out of your head, you feel guilty but your brother barely crossed your mind. You should have been worried about B/n but you couldn’t help but worry for Sam, wondering why B/n would attack him and if he was okay. You near the door and before you can open it your brother walks into the house. You stare at each other for a while, he can tell on your face that he isn’t the one you were hoping to see. He doesn’t say a word, only tossing his head back to the porch and continuing to walk into the kitchen. You continue to walk out of the house and see Sam sitting on the steps with his head in his hands. He looks up when he hears your footsteps. You sit next to him and look out at the trees, not saying a word.

“I assume Emily filled you in” Sam begins, hesitation clear in his voice.

“She did, at least part of it. I know what you and the rest of the boys are. I don’t know why, or what any of this means though.” You answer. You hear him sigh, and when you look over at him you can see he’s restraining himself, like he wants to say something but is hesitating heavily. Trying to find the right words before he begins. 

“I need you to trust me, I need you to listen and I need you to promise me you won’t take off running before I finish explaining” He breathed. 

You stare at him momentarily, a bit scared and shocked at what he is saying. You already know he is a werewolf, what could he tell you that would make you run when you haven’t already? 

“Okay, I promise” You accepted. You were nervous, but you couldn’t help the pull you felt towards Sam. You could sit there for hours not saying a word and be perfectly content. You tried to push your feelings down in his moment, now was not the time to let your emotions take control. 

“Growing up with the stories of our tribe, you already know what we are… but there are things, secrets, only the pack members and elders know.” He sighs, breath shaking from nervousness. 

You sit waiting patiently for him to continue. 

“None of this was a choice, not a single one of us chose this for ourselves. I don’t think any of us would choose this life if we did have a say in it.” He takes a moment to glance at you, then continues. “ In our world, there is something called an imprint. An imprint is a person that you have a special bond with. When you meet this person,  it is no longer gravity holding you to the earth… it's them. Having an imprint is like having a best friend, a lover, a sister, or anything that the bond decides that you are. It's not always romantic, it can be whatever the imprint decides they need. We wolves go along with it, we are happy to. On our side of things, we will be whatever the imprint wants or needs. We act as a built-in protector, friend, family member, or…lover.” he trails, glancing at you to read your face.

“ So what does this have to do with me?” You say confused. 

“You are my imprint Y/N, I understand all of this is shocking and crazy. If you need time to figure things out I will support that and whatever else you need. Just say the word and I will back off.” He says rushing, trying to be clear that you have a choice even if he doesn’t. 

“Do you even like me? I mean I know you said that it doesn’t have to be romantic but do you even want me to be your imprint?” You said, insecurity dripped from your words. You didn't mean to sound so rude or disappointed but you wanted to know that these feelings were not one-sided. You had feelings for him and now you’re bonded, but he is making it seem like he wouldn’t have picked you if he had the choice. 

He doesn’t have a choice. This thought repeats in your head filling the silence that takes over until he begins speaking again. 

“You’re my best friend's little sister” He heaves a sigh. He puts his head in his hands and grips his hair before looking up at you again. 

“Fuck it” He mumbles before grabbing the back of your head and bringing you closer to him in one smooth motion. You can feel the heat coming off your body, your cheeks become warmer and you become more nervous under his intense gaze. He looks down at your lips and then into your eyes, waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop. You sit there shocked for a second, mind racing and body not fully responding to what is happening. 

“Yes,” you speak barely above a whisper, answering his unasked question. 

That's all he needs before he connects your lips, grip still on the back of your head. Your eyes close and you sink into the moment. All the years of pining suddenly become clear as the kiss deepens. Two people who have tried to keep their feelings hidden finally let them flow as their mouths move perfectly in sync. The kiss is aggressive, hard, and fueled by fire but also soft, warm, and loving. Contradicting itself but turning into the perfect blend of yin and yang. It was a representation of the people who made it.

You both pull away out of breath but longing for more. You open your eyes, catching your breath. You push on his chest softly and back up. As amazing as the kiss was, you needed to hear him say how he felt. You needed to know that it wasn’t just the imprint bond.

He quickly realized what you were searching for and smiled softly, moving his hand from your head and taking your hands into his own. 

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” he said blushing, looking down at his hands and then looking out to the beach in the distance.

 “I knew since the day your brother and I were playing with BB guns and he shot me in the forehead. Even though it was an accident you screamed at him and called him stupid for not being more careful.” You both laugh softly at the memory, he smiles at you before continuing. “You took me inside and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my head. I was embarrassed but you looked at me with the purest look in your eyes and told me that ‘everyone got hurt and it was okay to let someone else help you every once and a while’. I realized how special you are, I wanted to be around you to feel that comfort that you so easily gave. From that day on my feelings only grew, but I didn’t want your brother to find out. I thought that he would hate me, I thought that I would be a bad friend for even considering liking you. So I hid it, and slowly I started ignoring you. I feel horrible for it but I had to, I couldn't talk to you or even be near you without feeling like I was going to slip up and reveal what I was trying to suppress. I also never even considered that you would ever feel the same. So I’m sorry I never told you and I ignored you for so long but I didn’t feel like I had any other choice” He finishes his rant letting out a long breath 

You smile widely, gazing at him lovingly. You reach up and turn his head to face you, taking his face into your hands. 

“ How did you not realize what was right in front of you, I've felt the same way for so long I can't even begin to tell you how long I've felt this way.” You breathe out a laugh. “I understand, why you did what you did. I did the same honestly, I was scared of how B/N would react so I pushed down my feelings and tried to act normal. Sam we don’t have to hide ourselves anymore. I want this”

 You take his hand in your own squeezing it slightly. “If this is what you want, you have a choice in this as well,” You say kindly. 

He looks at your hands interlinked and then back at you smiling softly. “Of course, this is what I want, this will always be what I want Y/N” 

You share another loving kiss before you hear loud cheering and hollering coming from inside. You both turn your heads to see the boys celebrating and acting like it’s New Year's. They start plummeting towards you both, patting Sam on the back and pushing him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Chill out guys” Sam demands, smiling and shoving them backwards. 

You stare at them smiling and laughing at their antics, until you see your brother standing in the doorway. 

“You have my blessing by the way,” He says with a smirk. 

“Like I need it” You retort rolling your eyes at his cockiness. 

You stand up and follow him inside, while the boys continue to gush about how they can finally stop hearing Sam’s sad and depressing thoughts about you. 

Your brother tells you that he didn’t mean to react the way he did but the wolf can be hard to control. He informs you about all that he’s been going through these past months and how he wanted to tell you and your parents for so long, but since Sam is the alpha what he says goes. You tell him to go see your parents tomorrow and how much pain he has caused the family. 

After the talk, you both head down to the beach and sit around the fire. You’re cuddling with Sam, surrounded by everyone laughing and enjoying the clear-skied night. You realize this is exactly where you want to be. This is exactly what you’ve wanted for a long time. You’re going to love this new life that is forming in front of you.

[misctf]

The Reversal Agents

Detective Hart sighed as a young man struggled against his restraints and the firm grasp of his supervisor, Detective Philips. It was supposed to be a routine case: Frank Grimes, a 32-year old male and serial transformee was masquerading as a 22-year college senior and frat president. Not the worst illegal transformation Hart had seen in his few years as a member of the Department of Affairs Related to Transformation- hell he questioned if any of this was necessary. But Frank had at least 24 counts of illegal transformations against him and so it was time for the department to step in. Originally, the department was founded to reverse involuntary transformations, or ones that were deemed disruptive- hence the nickname “the reversal agents”. Minor transformations like this though? Hart didn’t fully understand.

“Alright Frank, I’m sure you know the drill.” Philips said, emotionless, “We’re going to...”

“I’m not Frank!” The young jock said angrily, “My name is Jared Wilson! I have no idea who the fuck Frank is.”

Hart stepped in, “Right... Okay Jared, we have reason to believe that...”

“Let me talk to my parents! Or a lawyer!” Jared insisted, “People can vouch for me. My bros, my girlfriend, fuck dude you can’t do this! I have no idea what any of you are talking about.”

“Look, our technology has a high success rate of picking up residual signs of transformation. You can cut the act, Frank.” Hart was getting annoyed, usually the perp would break by now. Yeah it sucked going back to their original body, but usually voluntary transformees just accepted it.

“You never fucking scanned me, dude!” Jared insisted, “You just abducted me out of nowhere!” Hart frowned, “You gotta believe me! That Philips guy, he has it out for me. His son rushed our frat, didn’t make the cut. He’s out to get me!” Philips face remained unchanged.

Hart scoffed at the notion, “Look, no more games.” He pulled out his residual detection scanner, quickly scanning Jared. However, after a few seconds the machine read “No Transformation Detected”, “What the...”

“Scanner must be broken.” Detective Philips stated calmly, “Frank transformed many times. Causes the scanners to read unreliably.” Hart nodded, he wasn’t aware of that fact, but given that Philips started when the department was founded, he had no reason to disagree.

Jared for his part, couldn’t believe this was happening, the fear evident in his eyes. He wanted to run, resist, whatever he could do, but his restraints prevented him. He continued to plead with them, but it all fell on deaf ears. He tensed up as he read the sign on a large metal door: “Reversal Chamber”.

“Wait no, please!” Jared insisted, “I’m me! You can’t do this!” But he was thrown into the room, and the door slammed behind him. He looked around desperately, trying to look for an escape. But the room was windowless, the walls adorned with scanners, tubes, and metallic arms.

Meanwhile, Detectives Hart and Philips entered the control room, where they were able to view Jared through a one-way window. As Hart watched the panicked young man, he felt like something was wrong.  

“We’ll be using a template model of Frank. I’ve added some things too. He’ll never wants to use transformation technology again.”  

Hart raised an eyebrow. Template models were questionably ethical- they were not true reversals per se. Instead of reversing a transformation, it forced a transformation into the preprogramed template, “Sir, only the district manager can approve a template model, did you...”

“I’d stop asking questions, detective.” Philips said, turning to Hart, “Just enjoy the show.” The older officer pressed a button and a loud automated voice reverberated through the room “Reversal to Begin.”

Jared for his part was terrified. He watched as his handcuffs came undone, and at this point, he ran over to bang on the door. But to his shock, a few metal arms came down and grabbed him, hoisting him into the air where he could see himself in the reflection of the metal room. He let out a yelp as they ripped his clothing off, leaving him naked.

“Wait stop!” He called out desperately, tugging at the metal arms that suspended him in the air.  

He watched as a few scanners moved and positioned themselves around his toned legs. The young man felt a strange sensation as the muscle in his legs seemed to slowly atrophy. His impressive calves became diminished and filled with fat as they plumped up. The light hair on them darkened and grew thicker. He grunted as the scanners slowly moved up his legs, ensuring the no part of them remained unchanged.

‘Who the fuck was this guy?’ Jared thought, a strange sensation emanating from his legs. They felt heavier, almost more tired. Jared could feel the extra years of age and lack of exercise. And that terrified him. As a runner and lacrosse player, fitness was an essential part of his life.

It was at this point though that several clamps shot out from the walls and wrapped themselves around his impressive arms. A saddle-like device also emerged from below him and slowly wrapped itself around his cock, balls, and ass. He let out a groan as the saddle tightened around his member, releasing small waves of pleasure. Meanwhile, the part around his ass began jabbing several small needles into the muscles. Again, the muscles there seemed to atrophy and instead fill with fat, causing his perky ass to jiggle with only slight movement.

‘Why... why does this feel so good.’ Jared thought, letting out a small moan as the machine continued to manipulate his cock and balls.

At the same time, the clamps that had covered his arms began to work their magic. He felt a strong compressive force in his biceps and triceps, as the toned muscle there slowly dwindled away. With each compressive force, more and more of the muscle vanished, while needles injected a substance that promoted fat growth. His forearms were similarly not spared, as they too became less impressive, while the hair on them grew longer and darker. Finally, the clamps came undone, his once impressive arms were no more. Despite the pleasure that he was experiencing, the young jock’s eyes were filled with terror at the loss of all his hard work. He was beginning to understand the type of man he was becoming- and it was the very type of guy he had lived his life not wanting to be.

“Please! Stop this!” He called out desperately, “I swear, I’m me! I’m Jared!” But his pleas were futile.

He let out a grunt as the saddle around his privates came undone and he could finally appreciate the damage that was done there. His previously well-groomed member was covered in a dense layer of pubes, which had already begun emitting a powerful musk, causing him to gag. But on top of that, it appeared that both his cock and balls had shrunk considerably, while he could appreciate the heftiness of his new jiggly ass. But before he could fully come to terms with these changes, a few of the arms began massaging his abdomen. At the same time, another started spraying a foul smelling liquid across his toned abs and chest, causing Jared to scrunch his nose.

“Woah!” He called out in surprise as he was forced to raise his arms.

He watched as the foul smelling liquid was also sprayed into his pits, the liquid being quickly absorbed. And that’s when he started feeling it. An intense itching seemed to course through his abs, chest, and pits. He could only watch as his treasure trail started to darken at first with more hair, until it final began moving upwards along his abdomen. At the same time, lighter hairs formed around his thicker treasure trail, also following up along his abdomen. Eventually, the hair reached his chest, where it exploded across his firm pecs. It darkened rapidly, until becoming curly and twisted, moving up until it reached his neckline. His pits were no exception as the hair there became thicker and darker, emitting a musk equal in intensity as the one from his ungroomed pubes.

“Fuck!” Jared cursed, feeling tears stinging at the corner of his eyes. This was too much. All of this was too much. He didn’t want any of this- and the frustration was only mounting as the detectives continued to ignore him.

Jared let out a grunt as he felt a strange pressure building in his abdomen. The metal arms grabbed and pulled on his hairy abs, and the young man could only watch as the hands filled with his fat. And it didn’t seem to stop. As they continued to pull, more and more fat pushed his abdomen out. His abs were long gone by this point, and much to his horror, the hands didn’t seem to be stopping. Further and further, his new gut seemed to push out more and more. When the hands did release his gut, it jiggled and slumped down due to gravity. At the same time, his firm pecs softened and only pushed out with new jiggly fat. Jared at this point became fully aware of just how tired and out of shape his new body was. The thought of running or engaging in the physical activity his old body was used to just didn’t seem to be something this body would be capable of. He could only let out a frustrated grunt at this point- maybe just maybe he could find a way out of this. If he finished the transformation, he could lawyer up and prove his case. He was confident he could overcome this.

Meanwhile, Hart and Philips watched as the machine continued its process. Clamps had come down and began working on Jared’s face, adding some fat and spraying the hair growth serum. Hart watched as a beard grew across the former jock’s face and piercings were inserted along his nose and ears. Having had enough, he turned to Philips.

“Sir, something seems off about the whole thing. My scanner didn’t pick up any changes and this isn’t how a voluntary transformee usually acts”

“Detective Hart, are you questioning me?” Philips replied sternly. Hart shook his head, “Good.”

They continued to watch as the machine finished making the changes to Jared. With the last few physical changes made to his formerly chiseled face, the scanners and hands went back into rest mode. Before them now stood a perfect copy of Frank, something that Detective Hart felt mixed about. Something was surely wrong. But before he could say anything, he watched as Philips pressed another button. A pair of goggles slowly approached Jared’s face.

“Hey now, those are for mental realignment. You need the director’s permission to use those.” Hart said, taken aback, “And if this was a suspected voluntary transformation, there shouldn’t be a need for...”

“Are you going to report me, detective?” Philips asked.

“Sir, something is wrong with all this. Jared mentioned your son not making it into his frat. Is this some kind of...”

“So what? What would you tell the boss, eh? That I struck a deal with the real Frank? That I’m turning Jared into Frank and will let the real Frank live Jared’s life as frat president, just as long as he accepts my kid? Who would believe that?” Philips chuckled and turned to Hart, “Remember, insubordination has consequences, right Detective Hart? Wouldn’t want anything happening to you out there.” Hart gulped and nodded, watching as the mental realignment technology fastened to Jared’s head.

Jared felt the goggles fasten to his head, unsure of what was to come. But just as they became fixed to his head, his vision became filled with multiple images. He didn’t understand what they were, but as he focused, he could see images of a life he never lived. Dropping out of school, living in his mom’s basement, finding a more successful boyfriend, and moving in with the man he loved. Memories of a lifetime playing videogames for hours, failing his high school classes, eating junk food, and discovering he was gay seemed to become his reality. Jared didn’t understand what these images were supposed to be doing and he focused on his own memories, but as the images flashed faster and faster before his eyes, it was becoming difficult to ignore. More intimate details of his... no Frank’s life flashed before his eyes. Images of pleasing his boyfriend in all kinds of ways, how hot he found the other man, and the desires to do even more with the man started forcing themselves into his brain.

“No... not my life...” Jared mumbled as the images continued to flash.

They were so quick, so powerful... each image repeated over and over again, strange spirals appearing behind them. And as those images flashed, Jared could feel the memories become real- the physical sensations of each detail reverberating through his body. The first time he sucked a dick, the first time he bottomed, each of those intimate memories becoming more and more real to him. He licked his lips at these new sensations, and moaned when he remembered the night his boyfriend had fucked him. And as more details of Frank’s life flashed before his eyes, Jared became content. It didn’t necessarily feel like he was being overwritten, but more of an acceptance... an understanding that the images and feelings were in reality his life. Maybe once he liked sports, had a girlfriend, and wanted to graduate college... but now, that life and those memories, simply weren’t of interest to him. Grooming was always so much work, exercising and keeping his body in shape was stressful, and his girlfriend would always nag him. He was happy with the idea of sitting on the couch, eating and drinking all day, and waiting for his boyfriend to come home for a fun night. And as a small smile formed on Jared’s new face, the former college frat president happily accepted that his life was now that of Frank Grimes- his life as Jared Wilson was just a distant memory...

Afterwards, Frank collected his clothing and met the two detectives in a separate room. They were informing him about the process, something about being banned from using transformation technology, but Frank couldn’t understand why he’d ever want to use it anyway. He was perfectly content with his life and his loving boyfriend. The detectives were nice enough to drop him off at his apartment, and Frank quickly got ready. He showered, enjoying the warm water on his body. He slapped his gut and grinned- Cole was into bigger guys and with the way he was going, he wondered how large he could get. And when Cole finally did walk in, Frank ran over to him, kissing him deeply.

“Never leave me like that again babe.” Cole said, staring deeply into Frank’s eyes, “It’s always so tough when you go on your little adventures.”

Frank grinned, “Don’t you worry.” He said leaning in for another kiss, “I’m happy where I am.”

And as their clothes were thrown to the side and the sensual night went on, Frank couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Memories of his life as Jared were still there- all the girls he hooked up with, the nights studying, and all the days practicing on the field. It all seemed so stressful looking back, perhaps he should thank the reversal agents for their help. He wondered what the old him would’ve thought about this. But as he guided Cole’s dick into his mouth, Frank couldn’t care less.

[winchesterwild78]

Behind the Scenes pt 2

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, sex scene filming, language, SMUT

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be a one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, just wanted to set up the story*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes

This is my original work, do not take it.

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The next few days were somewhat relaxing. You hung out with Jared, Misha and some of the other cast and crew. Noticeably absent from the get togethers was Jensen. One night Misha joking around said Jensen must be held up at his apartment with his latest flavor of the month. You looked at Jared and he offered you an apologetic look. You smiled softly and turned your head, tears pricking your eyes.

You got up to walk in the kitchen to grab a water and Jared followed you. “Hey Y/N, you okay.” He questioned. You told him what happened the other day before Jensen left and he was just as confused as you were. He sent Jensen a text.

Jared: Hey man. We are all hanging out at Misha’s if you’re around.

Jensen: We might swing by. Not sure yet. I’ll let you know.

Jared: “we” who’s we?

Jensen: Katie. You met her a few months ago. We ran into each other the other day and have been hanging out.

Jared: Yeah I remember her. Um, what about Y/N? I thought you liked her.

Jensen: Yeah, it didn’t work out. It’s for the best. She’s your love interest on the show and I just think it would be for the best if we didn’t hook up.

Jared: okay man. Whatever you say. Maybe see you later.

Jared looked at you and said “I’ve been friends with him for years and I don’t know what he’s thinking. He’s out with some girl right now. He said they might come by. I’m so sorry Y/N. I swear he told me he wanted to be with you.” A lump formed in your throat and you felt sick. “It’s okay Jared. I mean we only kissed and I guess he decided he really didn’t want to see where we went.” You said fighting back tears.

You took a sip of water and went outside to the deck. You sat listening to the crickets and the laughter from inside. You couldn’t believe your heart was breaking. It was just a kiss. He changed his mind. He’s allowed to do that. It’s for the best. Getting involved with a coworker is always a bad idea. You kept telling yourself this over and over. Then you heard his voice. You turned around and saw Jensen with his arm around a very attractive, slender, blonde woman.

Everyone was greeting Jensen and her. You noticed he kept looking around. You wondered what he was looking for. You heard Jensen introducing the woman as “Katie” and she seemed really sweet. You stayed on the deck unable to move. Jared saw you and made his way outside to you. “Hey, you okay” he asked throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah I’m good. Just wanted to get some fresh air. I’m not feeling great so I think I’m gonna head home.” You said fighting back tears. Jared nodded and walked back inside with you.

You made your way through the people saying goodbye as you walked. You were almost at the door when Misha stopped you. “Hey, Y/N. Where are you going” he asked. As you turned to tell him goodbye you saw Jensen with Katie standing next to him. “I’m heading out. Not feeling too good. I think I had a little too much to drink and not enough to eat.” You said not making eye contact with Jensen. Misha completely clueless said “oh okay. Yeah that sucks. Before you leave did you get a chance to meet Jensen’s girl, Katie.” “No, I don’t think I have. Hello, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Katie. I don’t mean to be rude but I really should be going.” You said after shaking her hand.

You looked up at Jensen and nodded. He looked at you almost apologizing but you had to be mistaken. “Well good night everyone, nice to meet you Katie. I’m sure I’ll see you around again soon.” You spun on your heels and went out the door.

Jensen followed you outside. You knew he was there. You could smell his cologne. “Hey, Y/N wait a second please.” He almost whispered. You looked at him “what Jensen”. “I need to explain. I” “No! (You cut him off) You don’t need to explain anything. You kissed me, wanted to be together, then you said you didn’t. There’s nothing to fucking explain. Go back inside to your girlfriend. I’m going home.” You hissed at him. You climbed in your car, slammed the door and took off.

Jensen stood in the driveway for a few minutes then went back inside. He went over to Jared and asked for your number. Jared hesitantly gave it to him.

*Time jump 3 weeks*

You started to become more comfortable with the set, the cast and the crew. Today however was going to be a more challenging shoot. Your character and Sam have sex for the first time. You’ve read over the script multiple times, met with the crew who would be present during the scene and Jared. They explained everything to you and assured you none of your body would appear on screen. Just your bare back and the only crew on set would be the director, Jared, you and two female assistants to help you in any way you needed.

Your wardrobe was flesh colored intimate covers and your robe to get you to and from set. Jared’s was pretty much the same thing. You were in your trailer reading over the script trying not to be nervous but you couldn’t help it. There was a knock at your door and it was Jared. “Hey, um Rick is sick and can’t direct the shoot today. They have called in another director.” He said reluctantly. “Oh, okay. Are they aware of the scene today and everything we have in place for it.” You asked. Jared nodded. “So Y/N, the director is Jensen.” Jared said. “Wait, what?!?” You exclaimed. “This can’t be.” You said. “Why would they have him direct?!” You practically yelled.

“He has experience and he was available today. The studio didn’t want to push the schedule so we were behind. It’s going to be okay. I promise. Jensen is very professional and I’ll be there.” He assured you. You sighed. “Okay Jared. Let’s get this over with.” You stood heading towards the door.

As you and Jared approached the set you saw Jensen looking incredible. You instinctively bit your lip. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his chest and biceps. It wasn’t fair how this man could look like sex on two legs no matter what he was wearing.

Jensen’s voice boomed over the set asking for everyone to clear out unless they were part of the scene. He approached you and Jared and asked if you two were ready. You both nodded. He went over the scene and how he was going to get multiple angles and shots so they can piece together the best ones. He called for places. You and Jared removed your robes. The assistant helping you held up a sheet to wrap around you until you got in the bed. You climbed in and snuggled to “Sam”. “And action” Jensen called.

The beginning of the scene was you laying beside Sam and he was making sure you were ready for the next step. You nodded and he cupped your face kissing you. Things started heating up and the scene moved on. Sam was hovering over Lilah. “God you’re so beautiful, Lilah. Are you sure you’re ready” Sam asked. “Yes I am. Take me Sam. I need you” you said. Jared positioned himself in between your legs and “pushed in” as he started to move and you moaned you heard Jensen yell “cut”.

“What’s wrong” Jared asked. “I don’t know. I just don’t think she’s giving a convincing scene. I need more from you. Sam is a moose and he’s big. I need to believe it.” Jensen said. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Jared leaned down and said you did great but to follow his lead. You shook your head in agreement.

“Action” Jensen yelled. Sam pushed in again and you gasped loudly grabbing his shoulders. Moans from you and Jared filled the room. It was very convincing. Jared leaned down and said in your ear “you’re doing great. Now let’s get this party started”. You stifled a giggle. Jared sped up and flipped you over on your knees. This took everyone by surprise. Jensen’s jaw was on the floor but he couldn’t call cut. The way the sheet laid over your body and the moans falling from your lips turned him on more than he cared to admit. If anyone had been looking at his they would have noticed he was getting hard.

Sam and Lilah were moaning and filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. Jared moved and had you straddle him. The sheet pooled around your hips exposing your breasts. Jensen bit his lip but kept rolling. You started to ride Jared and ran your fingers in your hair. Your breasts were bouncing up and down and Sam sat up cupping them. You moaned his name as he took a nipple in his mouth. You knew he couldn’t really because the covers on them, but your moans were pretty convincing. So convincing Jensen yelled cut.

“Jared what the hell man. None of this was part of the scene” Jensen yelled. “You know we improvise a lot of these scenes. What the hell is your problem man. You keep stopping the scenes” Jared demanded. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jensen had a noticeable bulge in his jeans. Jared saw it too and reality struck him. Jensen was jealous. Jensen called for lunch and everyone cleared the set except you, Jared and Jensen. You covered up with the sheet and Jared got up to talk to Jensen.

“Dude what the hell is wrong with you. The scenes are going great. She’s an incredible actress. Give her a break. You’re the one who decided not to pursue her.” Jared reminded him. Jensen ran his hands down his face in a frustrated sigh. “I know. The scene was perfect. You guys have incredible chemistry and I guess I got jealous. I want her to moan my name and be mine. I fucked up man. She wants nothing more to do with me. Not that I blame her.” Jensen said. Jared looked at him and said “Man you have to figure out what you want. If you want her then tell her. Stop being a coward. If you don’t want her then let her be. It’s not right man.”

“You’re right man. Can you give us a minute to talk” Jensen asked his friend. Jared nodded and left the building. You sat on the bed covered up as Jensen approached you. “Hey Y/N. Can we talk” he asked. You nodded and he sat on the bed. “Look you were doing an incredible job with that scene. I’m so sorry for being an ass.” “If I did so well why did you keep interrupting the scene” you asked. “Honestly, I got jealous. I wanted you to call my name out and me being the one having you. I’m so sorry.” He said as he put his head down.

You took his hand and said “I don’t understand. You’re with Katie and you made it clear you didn’t want me. Why would you be jealous.” “I’m not with her. I don’t want her. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I was scared. I’m sorry.” Jensen said kissing your hand.

You took your hand and lifted his chin staring into his green eyes. You leaned in and kissed him. At first it felt like he was hesitant but then he deepened the kiss. Pulling your body flush with his. His hands dancing up and down your bare skin. Goosebumps erupted all over and you moaned into his mouth. You both pulled away gasping for air and as soon as you both caught it you were kissing again.

Jensen pulled away and looked at your still naked body and bit his lip. “Can we take this to my trailer” he asked. “Yes. Please Jensen I want you”. He helped you up and you put on your robe. He took your hand and the two of you walked to his trailer. As soon as the door was closed and locked his hands were on your body again.

He led you to the bedroom and laid you on the bed. He helped you out of the robe and body covers from the scene. Jensen stood back admiring your body. “Fuck you’re sexy baby”. He said and your face flushed. You bit your lip and told him he was overdressed. He smirked and said “yes ma’am” and he removed his clothes. When his rock hard cock sprang free from his boxers you gasped at the size. You made eye contact with him and he smirked.

He licked his lips “I want to taste you sweetheart”. He parted your legs and crawled in between your thighs kissing all the way up to your dripping folds. He took his fingers and parted your folds. He smirked when he felt how wet you were. “You’re dripping baby”. He stuck two fingers in and hooked them. You gasped and your walls clenched around his thick fingers. He moved them in and out getting you ready to take him. He leaned down and started to lick your engorged clit. You moaned his name as you arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and you pulled him into your dripping pussy. He was licking and sucking like a man starved. You felt yourself close to the edge. “I’m going to cum Jensen. Oh fuck. Right there baby” you screamed. He licked faster and pushed you over the edge. As you came you screamed his name and he kept licking and sucking as your body grew more sensitive. You screamed again as another, more intense orgasm hit. Jensen grinned as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Damn baby, you taste delicious and you came so hard.” He said smiling. “Oh my god, Jensen. That was amazing.” You said as you laid back. “You sure you want me, Y/N” he questioned. “Yes, please. I want you in me” you begged. Jensen grabbed a condom and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom on. Once it was on he lined himself up and asked if you were ready. You shook your head yes. He pushed in slowly. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Jensen leaned down and kissed you as he pushed further in.

Once he was all the way in he lifted your legs and set a steady pace. Moans and the sounds of pleasure filled the room. Jensen and you were exploring each other’s bodies with every thrust and movement. He felt incredible and he fit perfectly inside you. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain.

He moved at an easy pace and each thrust he hit a spot inside you nobody ever had.

He pulled out and laid down having you straddle him. As he looked up at you he said “damn this is an incredible view”. He cupped your breasts as you lined him up and sat down on him pushing him all the way in. The new position had you seeing stars. He was in so deep and when he lifted his hips he pushed further in. You grinded down on him and arched your back. You threw your head back moaning and gasping in pleasure.

Jensen leaned up and kissed your lips and made his way down to your nipples. Each bounce brought him closer to his release. He bucked his hips into you causing you to gasp loudly. “I’m gonna cum Y/N” Jensen said in a low voice. “Cum for me baby. Fill me up” you said with a seductive tone. He grabbed your hips pulling you down onto him. He grunted and came hard. Filling the condom with his hot seed. You climbed off of him when he finished and he got up to clean himself up.

When Jensen got back in bed he pulled you close to him. He kissed your head and you snuggled into him and giggled. “What’s so funny, Y/N” he asked with a smile. “So this was taking it slow” you laughed. Jensen laughed and said “I guess for us it was”.

You laid in his arms as he pulled you tight. “How much longer do we have on lunch, Mr Director” you giggled. “About an hour. Why what did you have in mind” he asked smiling. “I can think of something to fill that time” you whispered in his ear. He smiled, growled and pulled you to his lips. Giggles and laughter filled the room as you and Jensen kissed and held each other.

Your heart leaped with every touch, and kiss. You could see yourself giving him your heart, you just hoped it would be safe in his hands. Your y/e/c eyes looked into his green as the giggles and laughter quieted. He brushed a stray piece of hair from your face and his hand ran down your face. “So beautiful” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled, blushed and knew in that moment you could definitely fall for Jensen. It was exciting but so terrifying. For now though, you were perfectly content just lying in his arms.

Forever tags: @nescaveckdaily @kr804573 @k-slla @jackles010378 @jawritter @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @roseblue373

[babyboywinchester]

it’s the way i just came across a Harvey Dent edit (played by Misha) and the scenes were so dark i couldn’t even see his face properly but from what I did see, he did not age well.

like people can have their own opinions on who they think is hot or not but Misha really? He hasn’t even heard of chapstick!!

Homie has aged like curdled milk, but I didn’t think he was attractive to begin with. He looks like a melted toad. Yeah, I’m surprised he has never heard of lip balm. Coconut oil even. Does he drink water? I don’t think so. Homie don’t even have an acting career let’s be honest… the biggest thing he was in was supernatural and he was like a guest star… I think he got bumped up briefly to “series regular” but he was never a lead, and never will be, and that will forever chap his ass and his stans asses, but who cares in the end when he only, in all reality, has a few thousand, at best, fans. Not the flex he thinks it is and he isn’t relevant at all but he tries to push himself in these spaces he doesn’t belong and bites the hand that feeds continually. His contempt and jealousy for Jared shows constantly. It must suck to be outdone by a much younger, far more attractive, man who didn’t go to an elitist school, had no formal training, and still made a better actor than him. Misha Collins is fucking gross end of story.

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

I’m not interested in defending celebrities, to be so for real, but I am interested in a crumb of whatever drugs this blogger is on. This kind of standom delusion must feel amazing. 💊💊

It’s so funny to me when stans go after each other and fail to realize that they are all engaging in the same kind of “Nuh-uh! That other side sucks the hardest because of all this very biased data I’ve compiled” type of arguing. I’m also not interested in warring with any stan blogs, but this was just so egregious and needed to be debunked. So let’s unpack:

Right off the bat, this blog has used the word tokenize incorrectly. This means to use someone as a symbol of inclusion or compliance with regulations, or to avoid the appearance of discrimination or prejudice.

I think they are intending to refer to the kids being a commodity to exploit in the overall branding of the family; that they are being objectified. And one only has to skim the Instagram feeds of Danneel and Gen to see which family is more heavy-handed. “Danneel’s entire Instagram use to be solely about that.”Based on what, exactly? Danneel’s very first post is of Jensen and JJ, yes, and her identity as wife and mother is (gasp) very much on display ever since. But…that’s to be expected, right?! After all, sharing those parts of their family life on socials is exactly the whole point and why anyone initially followed. It is that behind the scenes peek into the family lives of J2 that drew people in. It’s not as if either of these women has much of a fan base on their own and neither of them were acting at the time their IG accounts launched.

A quick side-by-side of the 2 accounts at about the same point in time (2017/2018) shows little differences in themes of content:

This blog further claims that “Genevieve and Jared are intelligently including their children where needed” and doing so in “genuine, selfless ways.” *snorts* At the time of this writing, Danneel has 458 posts and Gen has 1,833. Now, I didn’t review each post but the few tags I saw included in family photos were Disneyland and Warner Bros when they visited in recent years. I did not see multiple paid partnership ads featuring the Ackles children. I’m open to anyone proving me wrong, because by sheer volume my argument will still stand. In a random sampling of 2021, we have a string of posts of the Pada-kids that double as ads to varying degrees. Here are just a few examples:

Now you might say, “ok but these are products for children and families…that still seems pretty thoughtful.” Except that one need only scroll a little farther to see the kids included in brand deals for adult supplements, exercise gear, cleaning products, and even shampoo.

All of these products still fit in the “items that help me be a great mom” theme of the Now & Gen era, but this is still blatantly using images of the kids for profit in ways that the Ackles just have not done. What is shown here is just the tip of the iceberg and does not include the other attempts at branding on the failed Now & Gen blog or the YouTube vlog. So I’m not sure how the Pads have only used the kids “when needed” when this family was never going to go hungry without these endorsement deals.

Comparing the volume of likes on Gen’s IG posts that contain the children vs those that do not makes it seem likely that someone has been paying attention to the trends and has concluded that utilizing the children in ads has more earning potential. This is the current climate of social media marketing. These outcomes are in fact considered.

The idea that kids should be allowed to “earn money or have a brand” if they want is actually incredibly irresponsible. Protecting the safety of children that are a part of family content creation was a popular topic over the last year. There have been several examples of families who lost the plot in their efforts to market their children in order to achieve financial gain. What an asinine claim to make for children in general when Google is right there. And I love a link, so here’s a few: X, X, and X. It’s too early to definitively summarize the harm that the Pads might be causing their kids with all the exposure. Even when parents are not intentionally exploiting, their children are too young to consent to this type of “work.” Their brains are literally not developed enough to consider the long term pros and cons. All of this sets them up for potential harm, the risk of which makes none of this a need.

“What’s wrong are self-centered, clueless parents who only show off their kids to benefit off of a certain image.” (Pretending I can’t see the self-centered bit because woooo boy…Gen…😬) But aren’t both families posting photos of their kids to “benefit” off of their image of “family?” It’s baked into the Spn and even Walker marketing. The fandoms have been referred to as a family almost since their inception, so it only makes sense that fans were interested in the leads and their own growing families. Again, both families have benefitted but the Pads have benefitted all the way to the bank. And some Padalecki stans are quick to point this out as a win. If the above blog wants to congratulate Gen on her shrewd sense of business and use of capitalism, then that is a whole other thing and they should just come out and say that without making anyone out to be a saint.

One should take note that nowhere in here have I said that Danneel or Jensen are better people than anyone. I didn’t praise them for anything or proclaim their intentions are always pure of heart. How could anyone know that, except by virtue of the faith that comes along with extreme fandom? And that faith isn’t the same as screenshots, numbers, and patterns.

As always: Pedestals aren’t for people. Hold everyone accountable, even your faves. They will survive.✌🏼

[eisforeidolon]

//In short, they want attention, but don't have the relevance or want to do the work to earn it. But hey, what gets you more quick, cheap attention than pandering? Especially to a group who loudly make it clear over and over they're desperate enough to pay to hear their ship is totes for real a thing and will go on for days on end about your podcast if you cater to them? //

It’s so true and I hate it. I get that it must suck to live in J2’s shadow and have most fans just ask you questions about them all the time, but tough titties. Be grateful you get to work cons and milk the show this far past the shows end, and decades past any good relevance for your characters. Take Gabriel out (after the trickster episodes) and essentially nothing changes on SPN. Take Chuck out, and we are spared the dumpster fire that is Season 15. Honestly, pandering to the hateful, death threat hurling side of fandom so they’ll stroke them for 5 minutes is just sad. They don't actually give a shit about "R2" anymore than brothers fans do, unless they are blowing smoke up heller butts.

I actually do tune into the podcast on occasion, but if it’s going to turn into destiel hour, I’m out permanently. I already find these guys obnoxious in their lack of understanding, or caring, about the brothers and actual themes of the show. They are also so full of shit. They dump on an episode and then turn around and suck up to person they are interviewing. The Back-pedaling is pathetic.

And, hey hellers! Two idiots who know less about the show than a casual viewer who only caught every other episode in reruns are not an authority on jack shit. They don’t speak for the show runners, they don't speak for Jared or Jensen who know their characters better than anyone, and they sure as shit aren’t rewriting the canon of a show that is already over by pandering to your wacky asses.

After this year, J2 should just do cons together that aren’t CE and see how long the pandering loser extras still get work or sell anything at non-CE cons. If he hasn't yet, JA should break his US CE exclusivity like Jared seems to have done, and do other cons.

It’s funny how the recurring actors we generally see at cons outside of CE, like comic cons or fan expos, are either actually talented and made names for themselves beyond SPN, or at least don’t grovel for hellers.

Rob, Rich, Misha, Briana and Kim can enjoy that sinking CE as the company continue to guage fans until they bring about their own extension. Maybe the five of them can start a YouTube channel or additional podcast where all they do is pander to dummies all day long.

Yes.

The thing is, acting as a profession often kinda sucks. Talent or no, it's very much about who you know and being in the right place at the right time. There's very rarely any long-term security. So you kind of have to be always on the make - that's fairly understandable.

What's less understandable is how J2 always make it so clear they understand how lucky they have been and are grateful they got to do SPN so long and have had the other opportunities they've had - while doing the work. Meanwhile, SPN has this whole slew of minor supporting players, who instead of being grateful that SPN was on long enough to bring them back multiple times and appreciating the opportunities like regular convention income going on five years after the show ended? Or a whole fandom of people who might be willing to check out their projects? Seem to have let the attention of a loud fandom go to their heads and feel entitled to more without doing any more to earn it.

They somehow either don't seem to understand (or just actively resent) that the fans who will make the time to see them at a con said fans are already at for J2 who carried the show for fifteen years? Are generally not actually going to care enough about guys who were in a handful of episodes to show up just for them if they don't bring something more to the table.

So they come up with ideas like this podcast and think fans should be lining up to listen to them bullshit about a show they were objectively barely on and don't actually have substantial ongoing bts knowledge of. That they can't even bother to really invest in, despite that being the basis of the fans' interest! When the GA and rest of fandom were rightfully largely unimpressed, there were the hellers clamoring to keep paying to be told their ship was totes really real. When R2 don't care about the show for itself and have no real stake beyond the money they can make off of its fandom? Well, here we are.

Despite hellers crowing about it and desperately trying to label the podcast as official? It doesn't change the canon or make R2 any more authoritative about SPN than the minor character actors turned barely employed grifters transparently looking for a free ride they seem increasingly willing to be.

[him-x-her]

Dead Lovers’ Lane

One shot fic, requested by @sincerelyaliciaamarie

…

I stand at the cemetery gates, feeling a little stupid. Well, a lot stupid. Who the fuck agrees to a date at the cemetery? How do you even dress for a date at a cemetery? I stand by the railing in my black skinny jeans, black converse low tops and a ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ shirt, featuring one of my favourite men - Robert Smith - on the front with his guitar. My long brown hair is straightened, hanging down and hiding half of my face. I am wearing very little in the way of makeup: some clear lipgloss and black pencil eyeliner.

I obsess over my choice in attire, wondering if I should’ve worn something girlier or showed a bit more skin. Then again, skinny jeans and band shirts are all I wear, and he must like me to have asked me out, right?

My mind flitters to that moment in our high school hallway. Mike and Jared were being complete dicks as usual, but this time turned their sights on Ville. He’d always been so quiet, disconnected, headphones on. We had that in common. I guess that’s why it pissed me off so much when they shoved him into the lockers and kicked his books. I had told them to go and fuck themselves, and helped Ville pick the books up, but in doing so for the first time I noticed how green his eyes were and almost became catatonic. It took his long fingers to brush mine for my trancelike state to break. Later that day he had waited by my locker to ask me out.

Fast-forward to now, I feel restless, hopeful this isn’t one big joke. I run my fingers across the rusty iron gates, entertaining myself with the slight ringing sound emanating from the metal. My finger brushes something sharp. “Ow, fuck!” I curse, examining my index finger. A pinprick of blood oozes from my small wound.

“I would be careful…” I hear in that deep baritone I have become so sensitive to, and spin around on my heel. I am face to face with those emerald eyes that have haunted me since. Ville swiftly lifts my palm to his mouth and sucks the blood from the tip of my finger.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask, weirded out but completely mesmerised.

“Just in case anything has entered your bloodstream through your wound… the safe thing is to suck it out.” He smiles.

“And swallow it?!” I raise my eyebrows.

“I don’t mind…” he smirks, running his hand through his hair. I take in his appearance. Black trousers, doc martens, a Black Sabbath shirt and a black suit jacket. Smart casual. My heart flutters. “Shall we?” he gestures to the cemetery entrance. I look up and follow his lead, feeling ever curious.

“I love your Cure shirt, by the way.” He compliments. We walk through the entrance and along a small stone path in between headstones.

“Oh, um yeah, thanks.” My cheeks grow pink at my awkward acceptance of his compliment. “I love them so much, Disintegration is…”

“Incredibly overrated.” He stops, and turns to me with an apologetic smile. “All the Cure fans love that album the best, but for me it’s-“

“Bloodflowers.” I interject. “If you had let me finish, I would’ve said that Disintegration is the most popular album, but my favourite is Bloodflowers.” I say with righteous indignation, annoyed at being interrupted.

“My apologies, I made an incorrect assumption.” He looks down at me, biting his moist lip. I watch it turn pink. “Bloodflowers is my favourite too.” I smile back. We have even more in common than I thought.

We reach a clearing in the cemetery where the grass subsides, and the space is occupied by a beautiful white statue, surprisingly bright and well preserved. It appears to be a some sort of Greek statue of a woman and her child, adorned in cloth. Ville leans against her and reaches in his pocket. He takes out a cigarette and lighter. I watch as he lights the cigarette, wraps his lips around the tan tip, closes his eyes and softly inhales his vice. His slender fingers flip the cigarette in my direction in offering. I impolitely refuse.

“I’m good without lung cancer, thanks.” I dismiss.

“Hmm, these things cause cancer? Never knew.” He responds sarcastically, producing another cigarette from his pocket and placing it between the stone lips of our statuesque friend. He humorously tries to light it.

“You’re very cavalier about death.” I observe.

Ville smirks, and with a flick of his wrist gestures around him. “Look where we are; we’re all gonna die someday. Eat the apple, Eve.”

I angrily yank the cigarette from his mouth, take a drag and blow it into his face, before dropping it on the ground and stamping on it.

The smoke dances in the daylight, swirling around us until the only thing visible to me are his beautiful green eyes. We gravitate closer, intoxicated, and his lips find mine. He kisses me gently, sucking softly on my bottom lip.

He pulls back to look at me, now the smoke has subsided. My mouth falls slightly open at the surprise of his affection.

He runs his hand through his hair and looks down, seemingly shy. “Thank you for helping me the other day…”

“With the books?” I ask. “Oh, that was nothing.”

“It was everything.” He looks up again and paralyses me with sea green irises. “In a world where people are cruel and selfish, it means everything.”

I look down, kicking the dirt with my dusty cons, feeling ever so self conscious. My curtain of hair falls forward, obscuring my face. His pale hand reaches out to sweep my hair behind my ear. “It is criminal to hide a face so beautiful.”, he whispers. His fingers find my chin and guide my gaze back up to him. “Can I kiss you… properly this time?” I nod, unable to speak. His lips press against mine and his warm tongue sweeps between, requesting access. I part my lips and meet his tongue with mine. His hands explore my hair as I wrap mine around his waist, lost in his sweet kiss.

A sudden gust of wind blows, leading my long brown locks to wrap around us. We open our eyes at the sudden sensation. Ville chuckles and I giggle, as he presses his forehead to mine.

“The elements approve.” He grins.

“So does Maria.” I laugh, and gesture to the statue.

“Why Maria?” He cocks his head one side curiously.

“I don’t know, she looks like a Maria?” I shrug. Ville holds out his large palm and I place my hand in his as we continue our walk.

“So, um, why the cemetery?” I implore, inquisitively.

“There’s beauty in being laid… to rest.” He smirks and my cheeks feel hot. What exactly is he suggesting?

We continue our Summer stroll until the path comes to a sudden end. In front of us are hundreds of gravestones and far as our eyes can see. Acres of stone and marbles and offerings of flowers and colourful trinkets. It is as sad as it is beautiful.

I take a long breath as we look out into the distance. “I can see the beauty in death. It’s incredibly peaceful here.” I sigh. “Where to next? There’s no path.”

Ville looks down, “This is my favourite place to frequent when I’ve had enough of humanity. There are hundreds of souls here, listening, not judging.”

The wind continues to blow gently as I kneel to read a beautifully carved white marble headstone. “Here lies Marco and Maria. Beloved husband and wife.” My eyes widen. “Maybe her name really was Maria!” I say, masking my disconcert at this information.

Ville kneels next to me as I continue to read, “Michael and Evelyn, Vincent and Isobel… they, they’re all couples.” I look at Ville, wondering why he has brought me here.

“I call it Dead Lovers’ Lane… the point where the path ends and so does life.” My eyebrows raise in fearful anticipation. “I imagine this is where we can go, when we get tired of living.” He says, eyelids heavy and expression morose.

I cup his cheek in my palm in comfort and he smiles. “Well then…” I decide, interlocking the fingers of my free hand with his. “Let’s head down Dead Lovers’ Lane.”

[walkergirlsposts]

Critics and Fire Country fans seem to be complimenting Jared’s acting in his new role. It’s just the same usual tantrum having suspects that attack him while networks keep hiring him. They wouldn’t do that if general viewers hated him. They know from his high Q score that he’s well liked and bankable.

Yep. AAs and hellers can keep on with their b.s. Reddit posts if they think anyone pays attention to that. Newsflash: no one in the industry does. It must suck trying to bring him down so bad, yet here he is with a holding deal not going anywhere, anytime soon. I love how they hate that. Lol

[lol-jackles]

These are difficult times for actors, today more than ever, as you have always said: deadline*com/2024/02/hollywood-contraction-actors-jobs-tv-castings-1235829094 - What will happen in the next few years is difficult to say, but it certainly seems that the golden era of cinema and TV is over. Jared was lucky, but also clever, to accept Walker and make the entire production of his show run smoothly. It seems to me that he is one of the few actors who can still do very well, at least for now.

Link. I would say peak tv was over 3 years ago even as the industry was still churning out 500 to 600 shows per year.  It just wasn't sustainable and the Strike last year was a gift to the studios to cancel projects and deals without buying out the talents' contracts.  From within the Industry, the writing on the wall must have been even more glaring (at least to those paying attention) and maybe partly why Jared accepted a deal from CBS studios and why Jensen attempted a SPN prequel.  It could also explain why Jensen and Stephan Armell were soft-scabbing during the Strike, and for Stephan it worked out and now he has regular job with the Suits spin-off.

The Strike exposed what I've been saying for years, streaming salaries suck and there are no residuals. So Jared still having a network job is very good for him, and if Walker is syndicated, even better! 

"production of his show run smoothly". 

And this strengthen the quality of his show because the set crew know each other and work well since they work together several months out the year together.  One advantage of network shows is having longer seasons that allowed the actors, writers and the production crew to click and become a well-oiled time. It's harder to do that with 8-10 episode seasons and then the seasons are filmed years apart.

"It seems to me that he is one of the few actors who can still do very well, at least for now."

Even during peak TV, less than 1000 actors have regular jobs in any given year. SAG-AFTRA has about 160,000 union and with 500-600 scripted television, only 2% of union members have regular gigs. Jared is among the 2%-ers and I still think that 2% was super high.

[jarpadswalker]

Part II

I am back to answer the rest of the two questions related to Jensen and the prequel gate...

About my views on Jensen... Early on, especially when I started following con panels and attended two myself. I became Jared girl, Jensen, for me, was an accessory. He was just like any actor, nothing special. When I met him, I knew instantly that though it is an informal event, it is all business for him. Now, it wouldn't have meant much because I am used to actors' behavior, but for me, the behavior stood out coz I had just met Jared, who was the big ball of energy. So meeting Jensen immediately after Jared was like someone sucked the energy out. This is exactly why, for the next day, I kept Jared at the last because I wanted to end my day with the positivity.

So I didn't mind Jensen as he didn't come across as rude or insulting like Misha, nor was he amiable like Jared. He was just like any actor.

For me, the first red flag came during AKF and YANA debacle, which is when I realised that Jensen is not how he appears to be. He is very calculative and shrewd. He supported YANA despite knowing it was a blatant copy for AKF. Still, I said fine you launch YANA. There is no copyright on supporting MH more the support better it is. BUt, Misha and Jensen were totally insincere with the campaign. They didn't take efforts to understand the gravity of the situation nor gave any thoughts on how the campaign was being presented. It was clear that YANA was nothing but a money minting project for M, Jensen, and CW. The worst was when the campaign failed, Jensen bailed, leaving Misha alone to take the fall. He didn't have balls to stand up for the project that was supposedly important to him. The moment it failed, he went. Nope, I wasn't interested in it, I just did it to help M. Everything was M's idea.

Since then, I started doubting Jensen intentions and didn't believe a word he said. I realise that he is opportunist. The moment he sees profit into something, he latches to it. Not only that, but even in terms of putting effort, he does the bare minimum, but when it comes to appreciation, he is first to take credit.

My doubts were confirmed with Prequelgate. At first, the sheer unprofessionalism was appalling, but I thought there might be some miscalculation. He won't stan Jared immediately after the end of the show. But that illusion broke when Kripke tweeted, apologizing Jared and stating that he assumed Jensen must have informed Jared. It proved that whatever Jensen did was intentional. He always wanted to own the SPN brand. I think somewhere it always hurt Jensen that despite being senior in the craft, it was Jared, a conparatively young actor who got the lead. Jared was always in the forefront when it came to media attention. If you have time, then just compare the kind of media that gave coverage to Jared and Jensen and the amount of time they do it, at least during SPN. Jared, with his extrovert attitude, is mainstream media fave. So I feel it was deliberate. He was to slyly make the brand for himself, and he knew he would lose Jared's fan if he told the truth. So he lied about Jared. When he was called out, like a coward, he once again ran and hid.

What is the worst was the MR podcast that showed the world hus true face. Instead of apologizing, he tried to shift the blame on Jared. Which was the dick move and then his constant lying and changing the reason as to why he didn't inform Jared. It was when I lost all the respect for him. In fact, according to me, at that point, he seemed worse than Musha. With Misha, we knew what to expect, but Jensen pretended to be a friend/brother and then backstabbed the said brother. Such people are the worst.

Post prequelgate, Jensen behavior came to light. Things that were ignored becoz his association with Jared came to like. It became quiet telling how Jensen never supported Jared. How he never asked his fans not to hate on Jared PS, immediately after prequelgat Jared actually asked fans not to hate Jensen. Jensen never extended the same courtesy. In fact, he piled on to the hate by making sparky comments. He would always diss Jared. How he never took ant effort to make Jared feel special, not even during his birthday. How he always used Jared and then dissed him from everything . How he would steal Jared's jokes and ideas and pass it as his own.

Infact, now when I look back I feel Jensen always tried to one up Jared. See, everything that he has done it is immediately after Jared. Jared shifted to Austin and bought a house with open field and stuff, Jensen immediately shifted to Austin and bought the house at the lake front. Jared entered pub business with San Jac salon and curated an alcohol with Stephen, Jensen started FBBC. PS: Jensen had zero idea about beer , nor did he bother to learn about it. Unlike Jared, who studied the entire market. Gen started her influencer journey, Dannel tried to copy it and, when she failed, resorted to dissing Gen like a child. Jared and Gen got into production, and so did Jensen and D. He has always copied Jared. Even now, Jensen is trying to copy Jared's long hair look. Over the year, he has seen how Jared long hair look has been appreciated, so he is now trying to copy it. He couldn't do it earlier because producers and directors didn't allow him to. Now we know why they did, Jensen looks like cheap motel pimp.

[quadrantadvisor]

Was desperate enough to use the search function to find posts about The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I just wanted to say, I love your takes and I agree with everything.

The love square never made sense. Jared and Melanie were impossible to root for because the sole basis of their love was that Melanie felt safe with him and Melanie was the last woman on Earth to Jared, and then neither of those things turn out to be true so all they have is intense sexual chemistry. And especially in contrast to Ian and Wanda, how and why am I supposed to care about them? And there is no reason for Wanda to love Jared. I get her falling in love with him through Melanie’s memory of him, but the reality ought to have shattered that illusion for both of them IMO. Especially for Melanie, because he’d rather scream at and hit her body rather than even entertain the hope she might be in there. Sure, he protects it from other humans, but then he abuses it, so that’s not in fact protection; it’s possession.

The gender bioessentialism never made sense. Sure, Wanda’s in a female body and can make the choice to reproduce, which is super cool. But given that her sense of gender hinges on that ability to reproduce and given that that ability is super rare, why would other Souls gender themselves? I think being agender or someone who just didn’t give a damn about pedantic human gender roles would have been super interesting for Wanda’s character and I think it would have added more dimension to her and Ian’s relationship. He barely had to struggle with the fact that the body she was in belonged to an attractive cisgender girl and he was a cishet man, in spite of Meyer’s weak attempts to call that into question. The gender question might have thrown him for more of a loop.

Contrast that to Jared’s very comphet interpretation of his relationship with Melanie, and ooh baby, we’ve got a stew!

Also would have liked more exploration on ethics in general. Why do the Souls care about the well-being of the organisms on the Fire Eater planet but not on Earth? Instead of stopping from eating them, do they steal their bodies too? And the humans killing other humans in an attempt to save them: Is it okay to murder them if they’re the ones doing the murdering, like before?

Sorry for the long ask. I just have a lot of thoughts. Please feel free to block and ignore if this is too weird. Genuinely no intention to bother or offend and I’m sorry if I have.

Oh man I'm always ready to rant about The Host with people!

Yeah I feel like Meyer thought she was saying something really deep about human nature and the way that our instincts drive us? And there is something there, like, your body having a reaction to another person and that affecting your behavior is interesting! In my opinion she just went WAY too far with it, and it makes the characters seem unrealistic and childish. The ways that both Melanie and Wanderer act around Jared are bizarre (this may partially be my ace spectrum talking but like, c'mon.) Jared just kinda sucks, also. The whole idea that there's this inherent magnetism between MEN and WOMEN and that that physical attraction is the most important thing in the world is so heteronormative and amatonormative and uncomfortable

And the book was SO CLOSE to having an interesting take on gender! Examing the genders and/or lack thereof of a body-snatching alien species could be so fun! There's even the mention of the alien species with three genders, and talking about their family structures. You would think that something like that would indicate a more expansive view on gender, but really it's just an extrapolation of more bioessentialism. Because that species has those biological sexes, their families MUST be steucturedin this way, because that's what's natural for them. There's no room for variability or different sorts of feelings. She completely equates gender with biology, even when that biology is being coopted by a hitchhiker.

You're so right about Ian and Wanderer, I would love more examinations of how different she is from humans, including in a gender sense, and them having to deal with that as a part of their relationship. Setting up Jared as someone very entrenched in social norms and Ian as a foil to him in that way sounds really interesting!

Soul society and ethics are SO fascinating. I do sincerely think that Meyer is an compelling fantasy and sci fi world builder, if nothing else.

It's late and I feel like I'm a little incoherent but I love getting to chat about this book, it's so infuriating but so fun, now I want to read it again.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Booky, you’re such a sweet person. I know it’s probably hard for you to be a fan and see stuff that annoys you, but remember that it’s probably happening to other fans with celebs they like.

Those poor Henry Cavill fans - though I don’t even think his gf is that bad. Lol.

And as for the Jeff Conway person…

lol. First of all he’s very very cringe. I’ve rarely seen an interviewer editor be this thirsty to repost his own articles and also be so unbelievably tacky as a grown man. But hey.

That being said, he was the one who wrote the Forbes article for Chris and his jinx thing at the end of December, right?

He was also one of the writers who wrote a people article of them going public. Somebody should check back those archives because I’m almost positive Jeff started following fish the night before or around the time they went public.

He also interviewed Chris the day Chris said his long term partner was his dog 🤣 - I wonder if he told Chris that 😭 and gave him a very cringey shirt “my dog is my soulmate.” A grown ass man.. giving another grown ass man a shirt like that. And then repeatedly bragging about it on twitter. How is he not embarrassed by himself?? (Jeff)

My personal thought is he goes where he has an assignment. I sometimes have to write really cringe social posts for work but thankfully they’re not attached to my name. He was probably instructed to hype her up because tbh, I still believe they’re trying to make her happen.

Think about how the kardashians, TikTok influencers, and other random ass “Celebs” pop up and start being placed everywhere and nobody is asking for them and the comments are filled with hate. But do these outlets ever stop? Really think about it. Step back from the fishbowl and observe the other industry ppl who have basically been shoved into our faces without our desire. I think the media knows Fish is DOA but she’s here and unfortunately here to stay for awhile. I think people can and will continue to ignore her so that’ll be pretty funny to watch.

I’m also sure fish wasn’t rude to Jeff because I doubt she’s like openly a rude person. I’m not trying to defend her because I know people on here will feel how they feel about this girl, but she’s not going to be a brat to everyone just because people want to hate her. I do think it’s interesting that post had Jeff hyping her up and then just mentioning Chris was also there. As if he’s her plus one and not the other way around.

I feel like she’s getting way too much attention for being virtually nothing and a nobody. The general public simply does not care about her.

I think someone just posted up TMZ posting celebs at the parties and they posted Chris alone and cropped her out. If true, LOLLLLLL TMZ 😂

Just Jared has written at least 600 articles at this point and they’re still getting her name wrong.

By the way, in my line of work, we have to proofread our articles before submitting them to post. So does every single outlet just accidentally miss fish’s last name?????

I’m starting to feel like it’s intentional.

🥹 Thank you, Marketing An🫶n!

It must suck for everyone, but it's good to know that what I'm feeling is definitely not just me. Makes me feel less crazy. 🙂

Good Lord, Jeff seems to be overselling and overdoing it, a little. But, as you said, it's a thing that needs to be done.

And you've got a point about celebs we DIDN'T ask for, just popping up. And it causes quite a stir. Which is effective for their reasons.

No, they do not. Hell, she's simply known as Chris Evans' wife. No more, no less. Imagine that as your only title. It's sad.

I hope it's intentional, because that's too many typos, and almost (I'm assuming they did this at least once) zero edits... 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for talking with me, Marketing An🫶n. It's really a highlight everytime you're here. So thank you ❤️ and it seriously means a whole lot. 🥰🥹

Until the next one...

[aliusfrater]

clicking around my spn youtube playlist and jesus christ. jared in late 2019/early 2020... dude. they must have been sucking the life force out of him on that set

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 26

Master list

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, Lots of feelings, smut

A/N: An ending I hope I did it Justice. This story will always be near to my heart. It was my first fiction. 💕 Thanks for coming along for the ride. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors.

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You woke up in Jensen’s arms as the alarm went off. You groaned and so did he. It made you giggle. “Come on baby. We’ve got a plane to catch” you nudged him. His eyes were closed but you saw a smile creep up on his face. “Mmm yes, our honeymoon.” “Yes, baby finally” you kissed him as you got out of bed.

You walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Turning back towards the room you saw Jensen leaning up on his arm watching you with a smile. “What” you giggled. “Nothing just admiring the view of my beautiful wife.” He smiled. You blushed and grabbed your clothes for the day.

Once in the shower you let the water run down your body and over your face. The wedding playing over in your putting a smile on your face. It was perfect and you were still in disbelief you and Jensen were married. You heard him come in the bathroom and you smiled knowing what was coming next. You saw his shadow standing outside the curtain. “You coming in or just gonna stand there all day” you asked seductively. “I’m coming in to see my hot wife” he opened the curtain and bit his bottom lip. “Damn you’re gorgeous”. You blushed and stepped to the side letting him in.

With the water cascading down and around you two you held on tightly and kissed with intense passion. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled you flush to his body. “Jensen we really should get ready. We don’t want to miss our flight” you moaned. He ran his fingers down your body and found your folds. Your breath hitched and you moaned. Jensen smiled on your lips. He started to rub circles on your swollen clit and inserted a finger into your folds. You moaned louder and Jensen took your hard nipple in his mouth sucking it and nibbling it. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. You gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his skin. Your breath hitched “Jens I’m gonna cum”. “Cum for me sweetheart. Cum

On my fingers” Jensen said. You came undone and he captured your lips with his.

You touched his hardened shaft and Jensen sucked in air. You pumped him a few times before bending over. Jensen grabbed your hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He pushed in with one thrust causing you to gasp. Your hands rested on the tile and his on your hips. With every thrust and grunt Jensen got closer to his release. His movements were focused and he grunted as he filled you up. The grip on your hips was tight. You knew it would bruise but you didn’t care.

When he softened he pulled out. The two of you cleaned up and got out of the shower. The two of you got dressed and carried your bags downstairs. Jensen made two coffees to go as you made sure you had everything for your trip. You were checking bags, checking rooms and making sure you had your plane tickets and IDs. “Jens, you have your wallet, right?” You asked from the living room. “Yep, got it in my pocket” he said.

You heard your phone go off with a notification. You smiled when you saw why. Jensen had posted a picture taken last night of the two of you dancing at the wedding. Jared must have taken it for him. The caption was beautiful “Just wanted to let everyone know I married the love of my life yesterday. It was a beautiful wedding and we were surrounded by family and friends. I can’t believe I finally get to call Y/N my wife. You made sure our wedding was perfect. I love you so much and I can’t wait for our honeymoon. 💜🩵🥰😘”

You smiled and walked in the kitchen putting your arms around him. “I love you baby” you kissed him. Your Uber arrived and Jensen loaded the car with your bags. You went through the house making sure doors were locked and set the alarm before you closed the door.

You climbed in the car with Jensen and he took your hand giving it a gently kiss. The ride to the airport was pretty quick and before you knew it you were on the plane. A few short hours later you landed in Hawaii. As soon as you stepped off the plane you felt like you were in a dream. Hawaii was more beautiful than you had imagined. Jensen planned the whole trip and you were so excited. You two took a cab to the resort. When you pulled up your eyes went wide. Jensen was watching you and smiled. “Oh my goodness Jensen, it’s absolutely breathtaking” you said. He looked at you and said “yes you are”. You blushed and kissed him. The two of you checked in and were escorted to your suite.

The suite was beautiful. A full kitchen and sitting area with a private pool and hot tub on the back deck. The bedroom featured a huge king sized bed and a private bathroom. Jensen carried your bags to the bedroom and you stood on the deck watching the waves. Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. You leaned into him and placed your head on his chest.

“Jensen, this is perfect. Thank you” you said. He kissed your cheek as he pulled you tight. “Come on. Let’s go to the beach” he said. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom to change. Both of you changed into your bathing suits and walked hand in hand to the beach. There was a private cabana waiting for you and you smiled. “You really thought of everything didn’t you”. “Nothing but the best for you. I love you so much.” He said. “I love you too” you said.

The week went by too quickly and soon it was time to head home. You had one day between getting home and having to leave to go with Jensen to Toronto.

The two of you arrived home and you did the laundry. Jensen started packing for Toronto and gave you some pointers on what to take with you.

The post he made about your wedding went crazy and almost everyone was supportive. You’d learned to ignore the other comments. You were busy making sure all laundry was done when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and it was the District Attorney for your case against Ashley and Jacob. You answered the phone and walked towards where Jensen was. He saw you and stopped what he was doing. “Yes, this is Mrs Ackles. Yes, right I see. Okay. Do you need anything from me? Okay. Yes. Thank you for calling. You too. Bye” you hung up and Jensen stood waiting for you to talk to him.

He touched your arm “Sweetheart, is everything okay. Who was that?” “That was the District Attorney. The judge issued the sentence today for Ashley and Jacob. I forgot it was today.” You spoke through tears. “It’s okay baby. Take your time. Tell me whenever you’re ready” Jensen spoke softly. You took a deep breath trying to steady your nerves. “Ashley was given a sentence of 25 years for her charges. She’s eligible for parole in 15 years and Jacob was given a sentence of 45 years without the possibility of parole. It’s over Jensen. I’m finally safe.” You said as you let go of the breath you had been holding for months. Jensen threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. None of this would have been possible without your strength to testify against them. You’re an amazing woman. I’m so proud to call you my wife.” Jensen kissed your lips and you melted into him. “I love you too Jensen. I’m thankful every day for you and your love. None of this would have been possible without our Chance Meeting.”

The End

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[gaiahypothesims]

Get to Know Me- Sims Style

Thank you for tagging me @treason-and-plot

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Ugh man, I don't know. I don't let mine die a lot, but they do tend to die from random stupid things. Meteor death, while I was making scenes. Birthday cake fire/death from a gameplay.

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

Alpha. I like MM for TS4, but not so much for TS3.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

I haven't had to until recently. Laken ate a whole bunch of pie, autonomously!!! and then the next thing I knew he was all blown up and waddling around. The rest of them seem to have kept themselves in order. Its no good when taking pics of a scene and suddenly someone looks waayyyy different. Fucking Laken.

Do you move objects?

Oh absolutely. I don't think my game likes it. But its a necessary evil.

Favourite Mod?

All of NRAAS, and also all the new toddler interactions from MTS. Skins are a must for me, same with eyes. I don't like dead eyes.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

TS3- Generations or Seasons? I think. I had TS2 previously, but that was a lifetime ago and I don't remember what I did with that.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing

Live like aLIVE. What the heck man.

Who’s your favourite sim that you’ve made?

Oh lord. I have so many. I'll be the most apparent and say Jonah. Because he's just a whole legacy.

Have you made a simself?

Oh yeah. Just one though. Because I wanted to see if she'd get up to some shit. On brand as always, she does nothing. Just shows up here and there. Goes to work, goes home. No drama. Sigh. Lame old thing.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Oh man.. I don't know. Black? I usually change them. The brown is too green, the reds too orange... blonde too yellow.

Favorite EA hair?

Good question. Maybe this one? I don't use EA hairs for the most part. Jared got a makeover and doesn't use this one anymore, but it was one I've used before. There are some other ones that are decent but I don't have images.

Favorite life stage?

Young Adult, just because it encompasses a pretty huge frame of life. You can make them look 18 or 35+ in the same stage.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I like building things, I just suck at it. I love the gameplay, but I also love making up a story as I go. So while I am mostly a story teller here, I do let gameplay dictate a lot of what goes on. High free will is always on.

Are you a CC creator?

In a way. I do have CC out there, but nothing fancy. Just make up and some paintings. I share a lot of my sims because I like making them.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I would say that there are some older sim story tellers and such that have kept me going. There are ones that I think about a lot and would 100% credit me for keeping on, even when things aren't the same as they were before. I do it for you!

Do you have any sims merch?

Yeah for sure. Any dildo out there that you fancy is directly moulded after Jonah's dick. At least he'd say so.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

HAH. I can't even imagine the torture of sitting through me 'playing'.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I really used to be gameplay only. But In my mind I made up stories and dialogue as it happened and of course laughed at my own jokes and their antics. It wasn't until after TS4 came out and I really went hunting for stories that I started my own, not in TS4 because I couldnt "connect" with it.

What’s your origin id?

I don't know. I do have TS4, but I don't play it. I ended up having TS3, GEN, Seasons, ITF on there.... but then I re-bought it all on Steam way back because Origin is so shifty.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Oh man, so many and so niche. But generally Around the Sims is so solid and still converting and making things for TS3. They are the only person I've spent real $$ on.

How long have you had simblr?

I don't know. 6-7 years? Maybe more. I'm sure I could look it up, but... that would make me look back on my life.

How do you edit your pictures?

I used to take reg screens and then run them through Adobe Lightroom. But then I thought I would try gshade-reshade, hated it, then tried it again. I still don't love it, but it cuts down on editing time which means I can actually share/write whatnot. So I'm there now. Reshade.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

I love ITF... because its just... out there and every so often I love me some sci-fi. With that said I think the game isn't complete without Seasons and Generations. I'll be honest and say that I haven't explored the game to the fullest. I wish it would be "remastered" and more current to todays systems. It would be a whole ass banger if it could actually play on the system I have right now.

***I'm not nominating anyone because I'm so late to the game. Life is wild and crazy and I feel lucky that anyone remembers I'm still here. I love you all, and appreciate all the hearts and comments. I know I'm not as consistent or interactive as I used to be. Life has just... decided to make me work for it.