#the real kicker is they ASKED people to point out why they didn't like the new post editor if they didn't use it yet
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ssaalexblake · 1 year ago
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like due to the new photo editor i am Definitely quitting making episode gifsets like that will make it impossible :/ 
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AITA for kissing my friend's crush?
I feel the need to add a bit of backstory: I grew up with my friend. I love her to death, she is my best friend and family. We are both the same age (26 now, 25 when the event occurred). We both were socially awkward throughout school, and recently I have been diagnosed with ADHD.
Growing up however, people would always choose her over me. I did not blame them, my friend is attractive and I do not think I am. I have been told to my face I'm too tall and she's perfect height (I am 6" and she is 5"4'). I've been told my chest is too small compared to hers, or that my thighs are too big. People would compare us a lot and always said she was more attractive but I was smarter. This i know has subconsciously made me compare myself to her in many ways.
My friend was telling me about this guy. Really talked him up, stated she thought we would be a good match. A few months went by and all of a sudden we wouldn't be a good match, we liked different things. It was a complete switch up from what she had been saying. I knew she had a crush on this guy.
Well, me and my friend were at a party and this guy was there. I had never met him prior to this night. She introduced me to a whole group of people I had never met. This dude was extremely charismatic and later I found out he had been flirting with me most of the night. I had thought he was being friendly, because in my mind he treated me the same as everyone else.
Well, my friend had went outside to do something (vape or smoke im not sure what) and me and him were in a corner of the living room talking. He kissed me first. I asked him why he did that and he flat out told me he had been flirting all night. I told him I had zero clue and thought he had flirted with my friend. He told me he did not like my friend that way at all.
We spoke a bit more before I asked if I could kiss him, which he readily agreed. We made out and my friend caught us. She was pissed and was my ride so we left. I thought she was mad at first because she had caught us making out and my friend has said she doesn't like PDA.
We didn't talk about it until the next day, which she then told me it was a bad idea and she was mad because she had a crush on him. This was the first time she herself had confirmed she had a crush, but I had suspected up til that point. I told her I had guessed but wasn't sure. She then got more mad because if I had guessed she had a crush, I shouldn't have kissed the guy.
Normally, I would agree. However, the guy said he didn't like her but he did me and had been flirting with me, im just bad at social cues. But the real kicker here is my friend is married. She is married and they are NOT in an open relationship. I am fully single as was the guy.
I thought the whole thing was over as it happened a few months ago, but she brought it up again because I was showing her a picture of a guy I liked and she told me that maybe she should kiss him so I'd know how it feels. She admitted she is still upset about it, even though she doesn't have a crush on the guy now (she even admits she only had a crush on him because she went through a rough patch in her marriage where her and her husband were fighting constantly but they've been in therapy and she says things are good now). She says the reason she is upset is because I had suspected her feelings and still kissed the guy even though I knew it would cause her pain.
So AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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ac-liveblogs · 9 months ago
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So if you want a real answer for went wrong in Boruto let me explain.
Boruto is pretty much written by people who really don't like Naruto as a series because it goes out of its way to shit on the Naruto series (taking away Naruto and Sasuke's power-ups at the first chance which basically reverted them to beginning of Naruto, Naruto and Sasuke). The editor for Boruto is apparently a simp for Sadara. They just really don't like Naruto as a series because:
He's apparently just a missing dad but you probably knew this already.
Absolutely no respect for Naruto characters whatsoever.
They hate ninjas because everything is now aliens and machinery in Boruto. Also, a lot of retconning Naruto stuff to be oh aliens are the reason this exists.
Orochimaru is just there and no one remembers he's not to be trusted.
There's apparently a dimension where one of the villains just has multiple ten-tails clones in there and its weird.
So yeah... I don't even want to know what the fuck happened. The kicker is that Kishimoto, from what I've heard has not been that active in Boruto. His editor pretty much runs the show is what I have heard a lot.
The most I've seen of Boruto was the movie, where Naruto being an absent parent was solved because Boruto just didn't realise how cool his dad was... I think. I just kinda left that movie gobsmacked. Don't you see how cool your dad is Boruto. And also 'jutsu in a can' is illegal in the Chuunin exams for some reason? Literally why, they're a tool you can use...
Thanks for the response, I appreciate the insight. I can see how some of these problems might have come around, like trying to balance Naruto and Sasuke's absolutely absurd power levels against literally any kind of threat, or coming up with an enemy for Konoha to fight that wouldn't leave a black mark on Naruto's reign as Hokage... and the inherent issue of 'no one is watching this for the new characters, they want to see the old ones, but this isn't about them' you'll inevitably get with a next-gen sequel.
No one watched Boruto the movie for Boruto. No one.
But like... why make a next-gen sequel for Naruto of all series? I get why from a 'we want money' sense, but I feel they could've just animated the light novels or fillers into eternity and people would've been happier with those.
"Here's 40 episodes of Kakashi and Itachi in ANBU" or something, I don't know. I'd watch 10 episodes of Sasori's descent into absolute madness.
Maybe the reason they went "ALIENS" is because of Kishimoto's failed sci-fi manga? But it's weird he's hands off given I thought he took over the manga from someone else...
Btw, to add onto what the anon that sent the I gave up on Boruto ask, its a bigger problem than it being the typical female characters don't matter still in Boruto. Its that no one matters in Boruto except Boruto and Kiwaki. Everyone else just gets shit on. Like imagine the old Naruto is x fanfics but actually made real. That's Boruto. He's got everything and he's the bestest and specialest boy.
:/ That sucks. Why bother forcing so many pairings to produce kids if you don't even wanna use 'em. Sasuke didn't deserve this. But also, how are you simultaneously a simp for Sarada and don't really use her? Just shove her in stupid outfits and call it a day...?
I still don't know anything about Kawaki!? He's a moon boy too, right? It feels so weird to neglect the rest of Boruto's team, though. What's the point.
Boruto does really feel like an edgy OC. He's got Byakugan+1 AND Sasuke is his teacher... honestly, Sasuke as a mentor to Naruto's kid is cute in theory, except for the part where he's also a deadbeat dad to a whole other child (his own).
I couldn't help reading TBV thinking "...why didn't they just do this kind of plot with Naruto himself or something". Though I guess they kind of? Did? With Road To Ninja? The opposite direction?
Btw, unless I'm mistaken I don't think Naruto actually forgave Orochimaru. I think he just forgot because Kishimoto forgot about a lot of what happened in part 1 of Naruto except Sasuke imo.
Incredible.
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honnojis · 1 year ago
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hello Zumi have you ever tried competitive Pokémon on smogon?
Nop, never really was my thing. I used to play on showdown, sure, but it'd usually be random battles or hackmons. Actual competitive play stressed me out a bit too much, and I had a really terrible experience when i tried getting into it a bit more by applying for a spot as a leader for an online league, so I've just never bothered since.
Shoutout to Bibs for being a homie w/ hackmons/random battles tho. that shit was fun and i miss it sometimes
For the drama bit, I'll just put it under the cut bc no one really needs to see a wall of text ab me getting salty about it again but wow i sure still think about it sometimes. this was all skype era shit btw, but it's arguably one of the very few things that literally had me seething, which is why I've never bothered with anything comp related since
Funnily enough, the drama wasn't even related to the actual competitive aspect of the whole league that I was supposed to be a part of -- it was bc someone on the league's board committee was awfully petty and two-faced LOL… All bc they didn't like I was potentially going to overshadow their work.
I actually knew them well before this. They were pretty friendly towards me at first, and they initially approached me because wanted to learn how to do pixel art better, so I taught them! They acted really grateful when I gave them advice, and hell, they even did some sprites for Rejuvenation at the time as it was at a time that I was extremely busy with school.
Now fast forward a bit, and a group of ppl from the same community set up an online Showdown league, with leaders for each type. That person was on the board committee, but some other members of the board committee were going behind their back in order to actually recruit me for the league as a leader. I passed the tryouts, and got into the group.
Kicker is, the reason why they went behind the person's back, is bc apparently That Person(TM) was absolutely adamant about not wanting me on the team!
The reason for that?
They didn't want me there so I couldn't get a chance to do any art for the league, because they were afraid they'd get overshadowed by me.
This sounds like bragging, and god i fucking WISH I was kidding in that regard, but I'm completely serious 💀 Apparently ANOTHER league wanted my assistance for sprites, but because That Person(TM) was already on the team, they started throwing a shitfit about how they absolutely could NOT work together with me without wanting to give a real reason, they just kept insisting that they absolutely couldn't. The chatlogs of these moments were sent to me after a group of ppl who were getting aggression aimed at them from the person.
I kinda pieced things together because they were sucking up to me for art advice until they learned what they needed, then I lost contact with them until I got drafted for the league, after which they just... Wanted to chew me out instead, lol. despite never having done anything to prompt such hatred. all i did was help and be nice. and after seeing the logs it kinda clicked in my head that that's what was going on.
funnily enough this all happened around the time they were sucking up to jan bc they were asked to do some work for rejuv, but that shit fell through real quick once jan got the logs of all the shit they've been saying lmao
A whole bunch of shit happened after that, but basically I left the league, some ppl left bc I left, other members got fed up w/ That Person(TM)'s shit and the whole league crumbled before it ever got the chance to take off LOL.
It's genuinely one of the worst feelings I've ever experienced that someone abused my trust in a person like that, only using me for my skills, and it actually gave me some trust issues for a few years whenever people asked me for art advice!
i had a whole document of bullshit that this person pulled. i still actually have it somewhere, and frankly i probably should just delete it at some point bc it has no use and i haven't seen this person around in a long time bc they basically got chased out of the community for being a shithead. in my defense for that document though, the fact that a person drove me to get so mad that i started collecting receipts on them kinda tells how hurt i got about this whole situation. to say they were an awful person not only just to me but to a lot of my friends as well is an understatement
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iamyelling · 5 months ago
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it seems that the issue here is that oftentimes i want to talk through things, which i call "helping". to help me make a decision or a plan or just sort out my thoughts, but i need help doing so, i need to talk through it with someone who i trust. so it's not just a matter of journaling or listening to myself talk, i need to actually converse and have a real conversation with someone and their thoughts are appreciated and welcomed, and requested. but my wife does not understand this nuance and only hears that i am asking her a question and she provides a quick answer. i am then frustrated by that. i try to redeliver the information about the situation. i try to explain whats up again, i try to hem and haw, but she just is like "well! here's your answer! pah! there you go!" and then is all done. no more conversation, we are complete. willing to discuss or argue fine points of her opinion but is frustrated and confused by that and sees it as pushback and is confused why i am arguing about an opinion i asked for. whereas i am frustrated that she won't cooperate and won't help me or talk to me and is uninteresting in conversing. makes me feel shut down and like she doesn't care and isn't listening. also makes me feel lonely, like i have to just do everything myself, alone, without her. but i WANT her to do these things with me. i don't want to have to be so independent. it's not a matter that i didn't like her answer, it's that i didn't ASK for an answer!! she's like, baffled that i am "rejecting" her answer because to her i literally just asked for it, like fine just ignore it don't do it then!, when actually i wanted to TALK to her about it! i feel like she just wants to say something really quick and get it over with as fast as possible and get me out of her hair.
she is frustrated by all this and thinks i should "just be clear". which is frustrating to ME because i really truly am! i understand that miscommunications happen especially when attempting to have the type of conversation that i am. so i will repeatedly try to restart it and reengage and get it going in the right direction. she gave me an example of what i should say in order to be clear but the kicker is i DID say that (in my own way, slightly different phrasing but i seriously did say it). so i'm just like. what am i supposed to do?? you don't seem to be able to wrap your head around the fact that i'm not just asking for your vote one way or another, i'm trying to TALK about this. she seems wholly unfamiliar with the concept of conversation, and tends more towards one person speaking at the other, then the other person speaking at the other. which would explain her disgruntled, confused, and defensive manner when people ask her questions when she speaks (these people are trying to show interest by asking basic probing questions. nothing prying or judgmental, just trying to facilitate conversation).
this also results in her perceiving interruptions when the other person is just trying to communicate that they're attentive, listening, and interested. and also results in her sitting motionless, silent, and unresponsive when i am speaking, which makes me feel like she's not listening and uninterested.
all together this makes communication extremely difficult for us and leads to us avoiding communicating as much as possible. super fun!!!
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bearpillowmonster · 1 year ago
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Today's got me all twisted up. So about a week ago, I learned that someone stole my Best Buy account and was buying and picking stuff up at Best Buys around Northern US. I had to shut it down and get a new credit card and dispute the transactions. Luckily, it didn't reach my bank, it was a credit card that I had on there but I go on Paypal today (which should be entirely unconnected) and see that there's a new billing address. I look it up and it's this dinky little house in Alabama. How would that get there? So now I have to figure out if someone got into that too.
Over the weekend, my sister went to a mall with my grandma and I've made previous posts about her but this is on a little bit of a different level. She's reflecting her husband's personality and adopting his habits, she's nothing like the way I remember her. This is coming from my sister who makes stuff up but the stuff she says seems to make sense in this context.
I'm gonna pop a spoiler here because I want it known that I don't want chastised for this, critique it all you want but please respect my opinion.
When I was a kid, my family made their best effort not to cuss, my grandpa, grandma, mom, even uncle, nobody did no such thing around me as far as I remember. I think my stepdad was the one that made me aware of a lot of them when I got past double digits. Cuss words exist, I get it, they probably said things that I've never heard, I'm sure everyone has and I see different family dynamics where they use cuss words and that's their family but for my little old grandma to suddenly come out and start cussing after years of my mom not even hearing it when she was a kid? Let alone in front of my siblings? It's not like her, it's not what she's doing, it's that she only does this because that's what her husband does.
The big kicker is that (I don't even know what brought it up) but she doesn't consider herself religious now?? You gave up religion for your alcoholic husband? She responded with "I have to believe it to see it."
She's someone that took me to her church before, she's well known there. She used to go on Wednesdays and Saturdays (catholic I guess) and participated in those dinners they held and would donate to them. And suddenly someone comes along and says they don't believe in that and you drop everything? I actually don't know what he believes because he's a drunk but I can't imagine it's much more than her from what I've seen.
Then the little remarks "Me and your mom are going to listen to each other from now on." And do what? When? And my sister actually pointed this out to her "That lasted real long." It's almost like she's trying to win the favor of these kids but also not really trying. "I'm not going to go to the beach for a whole year." way to to applaud a fish for swimming but what's the end game? You didn't clarify a reason so it doesn't count and you know that's not going to happen so why promise it? It's not like she'd use that time with us anyways. And she asks everyone "Are you coming over for Thanksgiving?" That was never a question before, it was a given, the only question was "what time?" but this time, she asked everyone individually, it's like she knows that something's different and honestly I'm not sure if she cares one way or the other.
But one thing hasn't changed, she loves to complain, loves to gossip, even does so to my sister about a bartender she's apparently friends with enough to babysit her dogs. But the problem with this is that, that's all she does. There's no break in between, there's no nice thing said to break pace or crack a joke like my own household does but she literally lives for its toxicity. So why is she still with these people? My sister actually asked this and her response was "Because he needs me."
Like what favor are you doing babysitting alcoholics, you're not helping them get better, you're just along for the ride, the drama, I know, I've been there, I dated someone who did similar things, my own sister does it, it must just be a girl thing, I don't know. "I'll leave if he drinks again." like I've heard for the past 4 years where he inevitably does drink again either in secret or a week later when he's in the hospital and can't move and nothing is done about it. If he was trying, I'd understand, addiction is horrible, but he's not.
But this is a lot to blame on one person because I think it's actually more than that now that I've had a day to process. I saw my uncle at the gas station, truck mirror still busted up from years ago (it's not an old truck either) facial hair all over his face (he'd never grow it out) hasn't been heard from in a while (not that I really blame him) and he walks out with a case of beer. He's probably a heavy alcoholic now too, it just looks like he's been letting himself go just like everyone else around me.
And really, I imagine it's because he's alone. He talks about this mysterious "Sean" that I've never even seen, every time I see him, he mentions his kids birthday parties, camping trips, fishing, everything you could think of. I went on "Sean"'s Facebook page, curious one day and there's not one picture of them together.
You see after my grandpa died, I remember my mom asking about her stopping going to church because it seemed out of the blue and she said that "he was more catholic than I was" or something along those lines and those spaghetti dinners and donations and participation and friends, stopped, she stopped them over time, little by little. Now, I'm not going to be hypocritical here, I don't really do those things, not necessarily because I don't want to but because I haven't found my place in world yet and she seemed to have it right on her lap.
My uncle also participated in this, he was right along side my grandparents but once she was out, so was he, he too lost his place because then everyone associates him with his mother despite going to church longer than she was, he might even still be going, like I said, I barely see him, he's an uncle but it didn't always used to be that way.
To hear that my grandma said that just really sets it in because I don't know what to do. She put herself in this situation and she acts like she enjoys hating it. I don't want to give up on her but I keep asking that she be shown the light here, for her own sake. I believe that my grandpa is in heaven, doesn't she want to see him again? Or is she ashamed of what she's become and is avoiding him. What if I die and make it to heaven but find out she's not there. It's just a surreal feeling that I certainly don't want because no matter what problems we have here in mortality, they won't transcend into death.
And the other thing that bugs me is that everyone acts the same. Like it's just another thing. How is my mom, who showed me what religion is, not worried? How is my dad- well actually, I'm not sure he could do anything either, his lectures aren't always effective but I don't know if she thinks God somehow failed her because my grandpa wasn't cured of his disease but he sure lived longer than the doctors said he would and that's all I could've asked for. Time is time, I came to terms with that, I came to terms with the idea that he's no longer hurting, that's my reasoning, I've told her my reasoning and while it's one thing to lose a grandpa and another to lose a life long companion, she acts like she moves on so quickly but she doesn't let herself breathe which I've also told her. It just makes me re-evaluate the idea of family, how do you deal with people that you don't know anymore. (coming from someone who believes in change)
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pastamansta · 1 year ago
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I love Sitcom Anon. This is the first time that I do, truly, understand the frustration of this strange little creature.
The worst part about expanding your media diet is learning what you don't like. Now, being nuanced, there's something to say of the objective ways a "thing is good," but before I can even finish this thought, you can tell it's starting to unravel, right? You can dislike a thing and still admit that it's well-made, has real heart behind it, respect the theme... But because you dislike it, you're never really going to like it, you know? I mean, and if someone asks you your take on it, if someone asks if you recommend it, and you know that you don't like it, even if it, hypothetically, was all of those things... you're not really gonna recommend it, right? That's unfortunate, eh? Nothing like being human.
But, you know, you can get over that, that part is easy. "I am human. I really tried. I was open as possible, and I still didn't like it." It's not that hard.
OTHER PEOPLE is where the problems start. Can YOU keep YOURSELF from flipping out when YOU recommend something YOU like to someone else, only for them to say; "nah, i've seen something like that before, it's probably not my cup of tea." I've been there. It's not easy. Granted, I'm not sure if I've ever responded this fucking childishly, like, in-person, but I've definitely felt the way Sitcom Anon is feeling.
Here's the kicker, though... When I am recommended a movie, even if I don't historically like, for instance, the director, the writer, the lead actor, sometimes even the production company, I do attempt to give it a fair shot. Why is that? Well... because it's a movie. An hour and a half of my time, two hours tops, really isn't too long for me to give myself a chance to like a new thing or, more often than not, reaffirm my dislike of said thing...
But, genuinely, I am near-incapable of doing this with television.
After all, most television doesn't put their best foot forward by design. Most shows, especially those made in the streaming age, change based on fan reception, on a near episode-by-episode basis, meaning that most shows get better as they go along, or, perhaps better stated, "more themselves." So in order to watch the best a show has to offer, you really have to stick with it. Fans will regurgitate this infinitely. NEVER admit that you watched the first episode of something and quit because it wasn't to your taste in a fandom scene. You will NEVER be taken seriously.
Because of this near-inherent problem, the amount of television I can recommend is SO few and far between, and I can usually only recommend a show if it's similar to something else the person I'm chatting with ALREADY LIKES.
So, honest to God, I COULD watch the entirety of "Hailey's On It!" to prove that I don't care for it... but, by the end of the first season, which hasn't even finished, by the by, I would have watched five hours of something I knew going into it that I wouldn't enjoy, just to make a point... Do I really have to?
I think that refusing to watch movies/cartoons solely based on them being a part of a genre that you haven’t liked other media in or some people that you don’t like having a part in working on them is one of the dumbest, most self—isolating thing that a person can fucking do to their media diet. Its DEFINITELY the polar opposite of what somebody should do if they actually wanted to diversify the media that they consume though. I also have no fucking idea how doing this would, or even COULD for that matter, ever result in you branching out or finding new things that you could like. As it just seems to me like adhering to these ridiculously strict rules for what media that you would even consider watching pretty much guarantees that you will ONLY ever be able to watch the media that you absolutely, 100% already know that you will like and absolutely NOTHING else even slightly outside of that category.
Me, watching sitcom anon once again use their courting gesture of yelling incoherently about nothing:
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crystalaris · 2 years ago
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Please Don’t Hate Me!
(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)
Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.
Poor Layla , she didn’t sign up for this
In other words:
In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family
Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)
Ch 1, ch2 you are here, Ch 3
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Ch 2: Message Received
Jake x teen reader
Warning: Fluff, hints at the past, brief mention of fighting
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Being woken up by a god to do his bidding was normally one of his better wake-up calls.
This time however was a little different, if not a bit disappointing.
He had been looking forward to seeing her again, only to be informed by said god that she had to go back, but left a note and gift. So hey, at least he had something else to enjoy.
Still, it was rare for him to have human interaction, besides beating the living shit out of his attackers and doing Khonshu's work. Really his little gatita turned out to be a breath of fresh air he never knew he needed. One that Marc needed too.
A big bonus in his book.
She was easily becoming their world. Their world, not Marc's, not Jake's, but Their's. It's a very novel feeling to care for and be cared for.
So Jake understands why Marc left. Why Marc wanted to protect his precious people. It doesn't mean he agreed or wanted too, but he respects Marc's decision.
He lets Marc make the choice, but Jake will step in to solve the problem.
Like he did in the Marines.
Like he did as a mercenary.
Like he did with Marc's daughter.
Heh.
He can't help the fond smile when he remembers his first meeting with the kid. It started off simple. A warning from Khonshu, threatening the girl only for them to end up as fast friends.
She became his friend before she grew to be his daughter. It was a little odd to wrap his head around when he got the story from her, but he could tell she was being honest.
The more she spoke, the more she explained, the less tense she got.
Oh, she was as innocent as Steven, but unlike Steven she knew about him, about Them. All of them. It was... nice.
Nice, not having to hide. Nice, that his world wasn't only around violence anymore. It was nice that he knew something Marc didn't that wasn't the jobs or attacks.
Jake was grateful to both Marc and Layla for having her. He could live for once.
What was the real kicker was just how much his presence helped his little gatita's happiness grow. He liked that she would ask questions, bounce ideas off of him. He liked how she would fall asleep on his shoulder when talking to him. How she would climb in his lap and wrap his arms around herself.
How when he had a long night she would always make a small batch of baked goods, be it cake, muffins or cookies.
How all he had to do to see her was 'knock' on her door and she would open it. How it was funny that one time Marc woke up in her bed with her, nearly freaking out (which woke Jake up) only for his little gatita to thank Marc for staying when she had a nightmare. Marc was more relaxed after that.
So let's just say, Jake slept there more often.
It got to the point that when even Marc had a really bad night he would carry her to his and Layla's room to sleep.
Jake had never really been happier.
So when Marc left them, left his little gatita behind, to protect them, he wasn't really thrilled.
Sure she had warned him this might happen. That Marc would leave and that was around the start of everything, that when the bitch died Steven would be around a bit more permanently.
So it was back to being the hidden protector, the fighter, the heavy hitter.
It was okay, perfectly normal for him. Sure, he may have taken out more of his frustrations on what his  gatita called 'villains' or 'scums' of the night, but it was justified.
So when about a week after Steven popped out and moved to London, about three weeks into leaving his little gatita, Khonshu woke Jake up earlier, claiming to have a special mission for him. Grunting, Jake begrudgingly obliged.
He hadn't been very happy with the stupid bird since the god made that useless comment in front of Marc. He knew the god was extremely proud of gatita but couldn't he have kept his beak shut?
So with his hat on, he followed Khonshu, drifting through the shadows to avoid being seen.
"There." Khonshu pointed his staff and Jake followed.
Not hearing anything but a single pair of footsteps, Jake wondered what this person did to earn Khonshu's attention.
Quietly and quickly he went behind the person, observing her.
She was tall, but slightly shorter than him, her long black hair tied into a simple three-way braid, her back was turned and she was holding... cookies?
Her shoulders were tensed as if she felt him following, and quickly she turned into an alley.
He followed only for his arm to be grabbed and a firm force pulled him forward. Lifting his other arm he blocked then quickly shifted when he felt her knee jerk up. In a flash he broke his arm free grabbing one of her arms readying an attack, only for both of them to freeze when they got a good look at each other.
"Gatita?"
"Papí?"
He felt his features soften for the first time in weeks. "Papí!" She shouted as she wrapped her arms around his torso tightly, head leaning on his chest as Jake wrapped his arms gently and unsure if she really was there, then tightly once he could still feel her. It was a feeling that he so desperately missed, "I missed you." She muffled into his chest, "I missed you so, so much Papí."
He couldn't help holding her tighter, grabbing the back of her head and bringing it closer, he kissed the top of her head, "Yo a la gatita. Yo también" they could have been standing like that for hours and they wouldn't know, they had each other again and that's all that mattered.
When they had finally pulled away, still not letting the other go, Jake asked, "What are you doing here?"
Her grin was teasing, "Aren't you happy to see me Papí?"
He just rolled his eyes, "Sí, mi gatita." Hugging her again. He missed this. Missed the contact, the banter, missed his hija. "But how?"
"The sanctum." She chirped. "Yao said I still shouldn't use my sling ring unless absolutely necessary, but said I could use the doors in the sanctum and I remembered London had its own so it really wasn't that far. Really you should be thanking Steven for choosing London. Papa probably would have chosen Seattle or something, then I'd happily risk the Ancient One's wraith and punishment to see you!"
Jake just chuckles and shakes his head, "Still can't believe your in cahoots with the Mystics leader, gatita."
Turning herself around, her back to his chest and leans into it, raising her head to look at him cheekily, "Me neither, papí. It it was much easier than with Tony, she was expecting my letter in the first place. Tony just went nuts when mine kept coming in." She chuckled. "Almost felt sorry if it wasn't so funny. You should have seen the look on his face when he found me."
He could stop the squeeze of her shoulders, "When was this, and why didn't you tell me?" He knew his tone was harsh, he was worried alright. She should have told him.
Her gaze turned sheepish, "Lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías. He came to school after he fixed his reactor. He wanted to know how I knew." She paused and that worried him a bit. "I should probably tell you, I've got his phone number. We still talk occasionally."
He wasn't happy, that much she could tell by the furrow of his brows and the now harsh frown, "Why are you keeping in contact with a grown ass man!?" He spat.
She laughed and he sent her a harsh glare that could make anyone else piss themselves, she however found it sweet. Just another reassurance he still loved her.
She really, really couldn't stop her smirk however, "Really, Jake? Aren't you a 'grown ass man', too?"
"Sí." He affirmed, " and you're mi hija, gatita. Mine to protect, including chasing off those wolves." Grinning sharply at her.
She laughed, but it soon teetered off as that sharp smile was still on his face, "Papí?" It was almost hesitant.
It turned wicked, "I'm going to have to punish you, poca gatita."
Her eyes wavered as she tried to back up, still stuck in his arms, "Papí?" She tried to pull away again, "no?" And then she felt the wiggling of fingers at her sides and screamed while laughing, "Paaapí, hah ha ha nooooooooo! Paaapí hah, stop hah!" As she did her best to get away, screaming and wiggling with laughter as he gave chase, each tackling each other in glee.
Jake may not have been ticklish, but he had missed playing with his daughter. The absolute relief he felt when she was there was amazing. He forgave Khonshu that night, and just enjoyed the fact that his daughter found a way to visit. Layla thought she was training over the weekend, so their secret was safe. The most surprising was when Khonshu had given them the whole night together and the two agreed that was the closest thing that'd ever get as an apology from the god.
From then on she had made sure to visit on the weekends, this was the first one she's had to miss.
It makes the night seem longer, still he has a job to do.
It's when he enters his white limo that he finally smiles, under the dash, on the passengers side is a red bag, the same shade as the interior. Even when she's not here, she makes him proud. Knowing that she would have had to search specifically for this bag as a 'just in case' fills him with pride. She was prepared, hiding things in plain sight. He taught her that. Him.
It's the little things, he's found, that have mattered the most over these years.
Grabbing the bag, he sets it on his lap and pulls out... napkins. He can't help the gentle laugh, 'She knows me so well.' He thinks fondly as he pulls out a ziplock bag.
Again he grins at her hand writing 'ley'  in silver sharpie completing the name: Ziplockley 🤍
His heart swells with affection, 'Always noticing the oddest things.' He'll be sure to put it in with the first Father's Day card she made him, in the secret compartment. She was so fidgety when she gave it to him, so shy.
If anyone asks, there was too much dust in the air and no he didn't cry, nobody saw. The only person that was there was crying into his shoulder, so there.
She even gave Jake, Steven's cards so he could keep them safe. He's really looking forward to Stevens face once he finds out. He's already added a special card just for Steven adding his own flare to it. "Congratulations! It's a Girl! It only took you about ____ years to find out!" He's still waiting to fill in the blank. He might just throw in his gatita's baby booties, if Layla still kept them.
He's looking forward to both of their reactions. If he's lucky he might just get Marc in on it.
Reaching in the Lockley bag he grabs a cookie and enjoys, pulling out the hand written note.
Sitting in his limo with a cookie hanging out of his mouth as he reads his little gatita's words.
Papí,
El entrenamiento fue muy bien hoy. Tenía muchas ganas de volver a verte, pero mamá me envió un mensaje de texto diciendo que quiere que vuelva a casa. Creo que se está acercando a encontrar a papá o al menos tiene un plan o dos. Aún así, desearía haberlo hecho mañana, pero ya sabes, mamá, terca y decidida.
Hice unas galletas. Espero que te gusten los snickerdoodles, algunos son el azúcar de canela original, pero los otros son glaseado de miel y canela. Sé que no quieres ensuciar a tu bebé, así que no pude hacer el pastel como originalmente quería, lo siento.
Aún así, espero que les gusten, ¡manténganse a salvo!
Con mucho amor,
tu pequeño gatita
P.D. ¿Podrías agregar una ingle extra o dos? Estoy un poco enojado porque no puedo verte esta noche. ¡Ojalá estuviera allí!
A smile grew on his face as he took another bite, 'That's my girl'. He finds it interesting how far they've come since their first meeting and in a way he's grateful for it. He's not just the Silent Protector anymore, he's also a proud father.
Of Marc's little spawn none the less.
His little moment gets interrupted by Khonshu knocking on his window's glass. Rolling his eyes he carefully folds the note and stuffs it in his jacket's inside pocket where it'll be safe and rolls down the window.
Nodding to the bird man he starts his engine, ready to go.
But there was one important thing he had to ask, "Why do you smell like almonds?"
Khonshu looked at his cheeky avatar, before stomping his staff on the ground and motioning forward, "Silence Lockley! There are travelers of the night to defend!"
Jake nearly cackled as he drove off.
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Translation:
gatita = kitten
Yo a la gatita. Yo también = Me too kitten. Me too.
hija = daughter
lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías = sorry Papí, i thought you knew
The note:
Daddy,
Training went really well today. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, but mama sent me a text that she wants me back home. I think she's getting close to finding papa or she at least has a plan or two. Still, wish she'd have done that tomorrow but you know mama, stubborn and determined.
I made some cookies. Hope you like snickerdoodles, some are the original cinnamon sugar, but the others are cinnamon honey glaze. I know you don't want to get your baby dirty, so I couldn't do the cake like I originally wanted, sorry.
Still I hope you like them, keep safe!
With lots of Love,
Your little Kitten
P.S. could you add in an extra groin or two? I'm a little pissed I can't see you tonight. Wish I was there!
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AN: so for this fan fic I've been getting lots of family ideas that won't fit into the main story, but I still want them to be shared, especially the family moments. I've been making a list of possible one shots for this AU, but I would love other ideas. Requests could make this story better. I'm a firm believer in, 'One idea Leads to Another'.
Also,  you'll notice that I'm not naming the OC, honestly doing so in ch 1 was an accident, but I'm going to keep it up, she's just going to have nicknames from everyone. I want to avoid (y/n) since it takes away from the story for some people.
Hope you enjoy and please review or comment, it inspires me
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bakugoukatsuki-rising · 4 years ago
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Bakugou Katsuki - Rising
So I told someone a while ago I’d be writing an essay on Bakugou’s lines from 284, and I’m keeping true to my word. If you’re wondering which lines, well my friend, these lines;
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So this, to me, is one of the most emotionally packed pages of these recent chapters. For one, it shows us that Bakugou has always been watching Deku, the same as Deku has been watching him. Since they were kids, probably from the age of 4, Bakugou was able to tell Deku never thought of himself first, it was always what he could do to help and protect other people with no regard to his own safety or well-being. 
“He’s always been like that.” 
How would Bakugou know Deku has always been this way if he wasn’t paying attention to him? It goes beyond his bullying in Middle School, because he’s watched Deku stand up for other’s his entire life. The very first scene of the manga is Deku protecting a child from Bakugou and his group of misfits, despite being quirkless, and essentially helpless. 
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Despite being scared, and knowing he didn’t have the strength to take on those boys, he still stood his ground and did what he could to protect the other kid. Bakugou witnessed that first hand, since he was the aggressor. He was the one Deku was protecting someone from.
There was no way Bakugou wouldn’t remember something like that.
We know he remembered how Deku extended his hand to him when he fell in the stream, even though Bakugou was fine and didn’t need any help. Deku still waded through that water and even risked possibly getting himself hurt, to reach out to Bakugou and make sure he was alright. 
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Now, I am going to point out that the stream incident definitely happened before the scene of Deku protecting that boy since it’s evident they’re older in that scene, but it was presented first (literally the first panel of the entire manga), so it takes precedent. 
Then we have the big one, which is the Sludge Villain incident, and Deku’s biggest show of self-sacrifice probably to date within the manga, since he was quirkless and would have certainly ended up dead if All Might hadn’t managed to power up. Even with the times he’s wrecked his body using OfA, he at least had some kind of fighting chance because of the power, but with the Sludge Villain, he had nothing. He was just throwing himself out there in hopes, by some miracle, he could do something to save his friend, even if it meant losing his life in the process. 
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Another instance of Bakugou witnessing firsthand the self sacrificial nature of Deku. Throughout the manga we’re given these instances, and the next big one is Bakugou’s kidnapping. Now, he didn’t see Deku’s fight with Muscular, but he did see the aftermath, he saw that ruined body running at him full force with no care to the damage done to himself, and even before that, he saw Shoji carrying him while Deku continued to plan out their plan of rescue, like his entire body wasn’t a crumpled mess. 
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Time and time again, Bakugou has been witness to Deku’s behavior, to this self sacrificial nature. The scene above is the first real time we see Bakugou acknowledge it. He tells Deku to stay back, he knows if he continues trying to fight looking like that, he’s going to die. I’ve seen other translations and I believe in the anime he says something to the context of “Don’t come, Deku.” Which, either way you look at it, it gives the same impression of Bakugou trying to protect Deku in that moment. Because he knew if there was an opportunity for Deku to reach, he would have fought until there was nothing left of him. 
“And now that he can do so much more...”
This line is important because it is Bakugou acknowledging Deku’s current strength with OfA, but it is also his confession of worry because he knows who Deku is, and what this means for him. If Deku was reckless and willing to sacrifice himself when he was a 4 year old child with no quirk, well now that he has the strongest power essentially in existence, that means certain death. There is nothing stopping him from completely destroying himself, and we saw a brief example of that when Deku fought Muscular, though not even close to the level he was going at Shigaraki, and what Bakugou was actually getting to witness during this chapter and 285/286. 
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I use the above image because it kind of shows how bad off Deku was, which is far worse than when he fought Muscular, let me remind you. That scene is in chapter 285, after he’s essentially destroyed both of his arms hitting Shigaraki probably upwards of 10 times with 100% OfA. 
Remember, Bakugou has been watching all of this from the ground. 
“Something doesn’t feel right, it makes me wanna keep him at arms length.” 
Well ya know, I don’t really blame you for feeling that way, Bakugou, I wouldn’t feel right if the kid I knew my entire life was willing to die at literally every turn without thinking for a split second about himself, either. It’s a little strange, but that’s what makes Deku the unstoppable force that he is, because he has the drive to save people no matter what. Now if he could master his power and depend on other’s, it would be even better, because then maybe he wouldn’t have to kill himself trying to protect people.
But seriously, that line shows Bakugou's uncertainty about getting close to Deku, because that kind of behavior is scary. It's intimidating. To just...throw your life away for the sake of someone else, that's gotta be scary to see someone do, and Bakugou has witnessed it over and over because of his closeness to Deku.
Now for the big one.
"Back then, I ignored my own weakness...so I ended up bullying him."
There's the kicker, folks. The real development we've all been waiting for.
I do want to point out that when Bakugo was 4, he didn't realize he had weaknesses like that. He was honest to God just a bratty kid that probably thought Deku was weird for caring so much about people despite, essentially, being useless to them. Because what could Deku do? Nothing. He couldn't help anyone because he was quirkless, but he still tried, and that's what affected Bakugou so strongly.
So strongly, in fact, that he never forgot it for a single second.
From 4 years old all the way up to 16 years old. 12 years. 12 years Bakugou Katsuki was witnessing Deku's self sacrificial nature. Again and again he watched as this boy who had nothing, continued to fight for something, and then he was granted power, terrifying power, and now Bakugou is left to wonder how the fuck any of this could have happened. Because if Deku had just stayed quirkless and accepted it, maybe, just maybe, he would stop that self sacrifical bullshit. Maybe he would see himself a bit more.
But then he was given OfA, and all of that hope was gone. Now he was given a power meant to take on the greatest evils and every person before Deku had died for the cause, so why would it stop with Deku, who was already ready to get himself killed to protect someone else when he was like 14 years old?
The scenes we have of Bakugou acknowledging Deku's behavior, and acknowledging his own behavior, it's such a raw scene. It takes a lot to acknowledge you've done wrong by someone else. It takes a lot of strength to sit back and recognize those ugly parts of you, and here Bakugou is, doing just that. And he isn't doing it for some self righteous get me off, either. He's doing it because he genuinely cares about Deku's well being, and he always has.
It never came out the right way, and he sees that now, but that doesn't mean the concern wasn't there. He just didn't know the right ways to express it, but as things have gotten more serious and now Deku is truly risking his life for this cause, he's come face to face with it. He can't hide from it anymore. The more OfA develops, the more Deku is going to put himself out there, and Bakugou isn't going to sit around while he kills himself when he could just learn to ask for help.
This stretches all the way into 285 and Bakugou's sacrifice, because he saw Deku about to end up seriously hurt or worse, and he knew he couldn't let that happen. Of all the years spent endlessly tearing himself apart for other people, Bakugou knew he needed to show the other in some way he didn't have to do it like that. He didn't have to fight alone.
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That, and it was part of his atonement. It was a piece of his apology to Deku, to show him that he valued him, and he was willing to put his life on the line for someone, for him.
Bakugou didn't think when he rushed out to save Deku. It was instinctual, like breathing. He saw someone he cared about in danger, and his body moved on it's own. That, from the angry brat we get in chapter 1, is a beautiful showcase of perfect character development and growth. If you take into account everything I've discussed throughout this, it should be easy to realize or at least see a bit of Bakugou's perspective, and his thought process when dealing with Deku.
It never justifies any of his past behavior, but it gives us clarification, and then allows us to appreciate his thoughts and actions in 284 and 285 even more.
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helsex-moved · 2 years ago
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Okay, SO... (long story incoming)
When I was younger, my school's principal decided to take us on a field trip to a nearby park (it was a small town, so it didn't have a large student body. Wasn't too difficult) when we got there, the principal made one rule VERY clear. We weren't allowed to go to the bathroom alone, we had to bring a friend.
Looking back, the bathrooms were probably just rotting or something, but a large group of children came to the conclusion that they were haunted. They went around asking for someone willing to go in alone, and I volunteered.
I went into the bathroom, and after a little while I heard whispering in my ear. I came out of the bathroom and reported my findings. Like five other kids wanted to go in to hear for themselves, so I went in with them.
I'm not sure what happened exactly, but one of the kids must have gotten startled. She started SCREECHING, and everyone burst out of the bathroom.
At this point, we were a hundred percent convinced the bathroom was haunted. From there, things only got worse. People said liquids that were distinctly NOT water started pouring out of the faucets, that their reflection in the mirror was messed up, that sort of thing. It escalated REALLY quickly.
It got so bad, almost the entire student body spent the majority of their day huddled around the bathroom. Teachers had ro be sent in to empty them out multiple times. When we got back to school, we didn't get recess for a full week.
The kicker? A number of years later, I'm looking at a diagnosis for early onset schizophrenia, which is when schizophrenia manifests in childhood (kinda rare, but it's possible!) I've been experiencing symptoms since as young as six. The whispering I heard that STARTED the whole fiasco? Not. Real. If it had been ANYONE else, it probably would've been fine. They would have walked out of the bathroom with nothing. But these kids managed to employ the ONE (1) schizophrenic among them to go hunt ghosts.
And well, we ALL paid for it...
HSJFDHASD oh wow okay u weren't lying that story really can wild-
i still really don't get why recess got taken away though, just sounds like kids being kids to me - but then again I've never been to public school a day in my life so I wouldn't know
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eternal-armin · 3 years ago
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wyatt talks: strange customer encounters
okay i really need this stuff off my chest. it is weighing down so heavily on me right now?
i live in a semi-small town, like everyone knows everyone and people are usually pretty chill. there are some unspoken rules that everyone respects, as with all places, so everyone is pretty... predictable, i guess. like when you go into work, you know that you don't have anything entertaining to expect when it comes to the people you serve.
some of you may know this, i work as a cashier at market basket, which is one of the only two supermarkets in my town, the other being stop & shop. so it gets super crowded and i serve a whole lot of people. faces blend together, all that, you know how it is. but there are two orders that i will never forget. like, they still baffle me to this day.
the first one, dude was pretty quiet. didn't talk, i think he was looking at his phone the whole time, and this is actually pretty typical. a vast majority of people don't really converse with the cashiers and baggers, it's just one of those things. he was probably a cool guy.
but he... unnerves me. for one reason. what he bought. it wasn't anything concerning, like duct tape and rope, but it was a major 'what the fuck.'
this man buys 15 dollars worth of chiquita bananas. at my market basket, those are, like, 59 cents a pound. he bought 25 pounds of chiquita bananas and- here's the kicker- one gallon of milk. just one!
what was he doing with them?? i need to know but i have legit never seen him again! not in market basket, not on the street, nowhere. i mean, that's not really all that surprising, but i've definitely had people come into my line multiple times. i just...
what did he do with them. what did he do with the milk???
okay. that's enough about banana man before he gives me a hernia.
the second strangest encounter was with this couple. husband and wife, pretty typical. they bought, like, almost 700 bucks worth of groceries. poor me (i was bagging at the time) but i've had people come in with big orders like that all the time. they probably shopped once a month and had a big family, i dunno. but unlike banana man, the strange part wasn't their order, it was just them.
my nametag says 'ocean', it's the name i prefer to use when talking to customers and my family (i have strange preferences when it comes to who calls me what, it's a long story), and i get so many people that are just like 'oh, what a pretty name!' or 'i can see why you were named that, it matches your eyes!' and i don't like it? but whatever.
these guys complimented my name, but then asked if it was my legal name. i said no, and they asked what my legal name was. so i told them it??? for some reason???
another odd thing is that they focused solely on me. like my cashier at the time, cool dude, he was really helpful because i was just starting out, they paid him absolutely no attention at all. it was their eyes only on me the entire time.
now that's weird enough, maybe they were just socially awkward or something? i don't know. but the thing that makes my stomach churn is that the wife was always joking about killing her husband. and sometimes just out of the blue, like 'oh my god, i'm gonna kill you.' and they would both laugh, and he would say 'yeah, you probably will.'
at some point, he turned to me and said 'she's gonna, i'll tell ya that much.'
the last thing i heard them say before they left the store was another of those jokes. and- once again not all that strange, they may not live near me, just never noticed them, yaddah yaddah- i have never seen either of them again.
i am genuinely wondering if my brain just made up these encounters from the sheer boredom of slow shifts. because this- this can't be real. it's genuinely just... so out of the blue. and i think about banana guy all the time, i don't know why. i hope that husband is okay because like... that didn't seem like it bode well for him.
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thehollowprince · 3 years ago
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I hate TikTok.
To be more specific, I hate TikTok's tagging system, or rather their lack of one.
Picture it, I'm at work and on my break, scrolling through my FYP, looking at thirst traps and funny videos, one or two detailing the latest drama involving Anna Faris' ex, and then BOOM!
A girl comes across my FYP, watching Teen Wolf for the first time. They clearly went into this show with a fandom inspired bias, because it's the usual "Scott's a bad friend" and "Oooh, my baby, Stiles!" They had just finished season five and started talking about Stiles' detective skills and how he knew what was up, and it's this half-truth level bullshit that irks me more than anything else.
I don't care if someone likes Stiles more than Scott. I don't care if someone actively hates a character that I happen to adore. What irks me is when they have to make stuff up to justify their opinion, or only cite half of what happened.
For example, when this girl talks about Stiles and his mad detective skills, how he knew something wasn't right about Theo, they are deliberately leaving out that Stiles being right was just a coincidence. Stiles' whole reason for not trusting Theo was because "that's not Theo."
Here's the clip, if you don't believe me.
Stiles being right to not trust Theo just turned out to be the equivalent of "even a broken clock is right twice a day." Stiles ended up being right, not because he was actually onto something, but because he was paranoid and distrustful of everyone, as Scott pointed out around the time of that episode. He didn't trust Liam or Kira or Derek or any new additions to the pack or their friend group.
The other thing in that girl's video that jumped out at me was the whole "... and meanwhile, with everything going on, Scott's just over here like 'I'm taking AP Biology'".
I don't know if they meant this as a dig against his intelligence - because we all know there were several people in this fandom that just couldn't believe that the character they labeled as Stoopid for so many years got into an Advanced Placement class - or if it was meant to insinuate that Scott was more concerned with his academic and personal life than the endless tragedies that befell Beacon Hills.
Either way, it got right under my skin.
One, because it was established multiple times that Scott's not an idiot by any stretch of the imagination. And two, because why shouldn't he be allowed to want things?
The fans that criticize Scott at every available chance all seem to be swept up in this idea of how cool it would be to be a werewolf, to not have to worry about being sick and to be physically stronger and faster and so forth. But those same people also forget, or even outright ignore, that for Scott to have gotten those powers, he was attacked.
A grown man attacked a vulnerable teenage boy by himself in the woods and then left him to figure everything out by himself. The only person who offered to teach Scott how to be a werewolf was dangling that help over his head and using it to manipulate him. Scott never asked for any of this, and after everything he went through (the Alpha, the Kanima and Gerard, the Alpha Pack and the Darach, the Nogitsune, and the hit list) why shouldn't he be allowed to want something for himself?
The real kicker is, Scott didn't put everything on hold because he was in AP Biology. He actually considered dropping the class because of everything going on and someone needing to protect Beacon Hills from Theo and the Dread Doctors.
This whole thing just demonstrates that there is a clear fandom bias, even for people who have never watched the show before. It makes me question if she actually watched it or just sped through it while reading fanfic.
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yunho-es · 4 years ago
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Member/s: Wooyoung (ATEEZ)
Genre: soft
Warnings: swear words
Words: 2043
Before reading, I want you to know that I don't use any names or Y/n's because I know many people don't really insert their names, they read it as Yin 😂 I also write in first person pov because I think it's easier to read and imagine yourself in that situation
Beads of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead as I pulled out a piece of paper from my sleeve. I knew that the exam would be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to be this detailed. Thank God my friend made me write it all on a small piece of paper. At least I will get a positive grade. Of course he made me do it, he passed the school with those. Thankfully, he didn't go to medicine school. If I ever ended up on his surgery table, I would die.
Three more minutes until the end and one more question unanswered. The teacher noticed me shifting in my seat, but she knew I always get good grades. She finally stopped looking at me and gave her attention to a group of boys trying to switch their papers. I glanced one more time at the piece of paper and put it back in my sleeve. Just as I finished the answer, the bell rang. Half of the class groaned, probably because they didn't manage to finish in time. I took my backpack and left the paper with my name on the main table.
"Good job! Honestly, your exams are always my favorite to grade. I'm really happy to have a student like you."
"Thank you, Mrs Johnson. See you on Monday."
Once I got outside I noticed the sky already getting dark. It was just 5 pm and winter was already doing it's job; the roads were wet and slippery from mixed rain and snow and it must've been under 0 Celsius. Usually I walk home because it's not far away, but my school uniform, rain and cold weather didn't go well together. I was just about to call my roommate when I felt car lights on me, followed by a familiar voice.
"I think quicker than you do." Wooyoung smiled as he opened the door. "Get in please I don't want to spend the next week taking care of an annoyingly picky roommate. I have plans to get drunk and do something stupid."
"You do stupid things anyway without drinking. So save the money and the time. And oh, save me from embarrassment." I get in the car sticking my tongue out at him. "Did you cook anything? I'm starving."
"No, of course. I slept the whole day." I look at him, hoping to see a smile on his face that would give me a sign that he's joking. "Don't look at me like that, I was tired from the night shift. I'll take you to McDonald's." he drove out of the school parking.
"I don't want trash, Wooyoung. I want food." I groaned. He told me that he would try cooking something, but it's been a week and he didn't do anything. "Please buy some pasta and tomato sauce I'll make something."
"Honestly, I really don't feel like waiting. And McDonald's is f**king awesome!" his hand reached out to turn on the radio. "How can you not love the little purple box full of 12 golden beauties?"
It did sound good, but we haven't eaten any "real" food for a month and my stomach started to ache. Living with Wooyoung has its bad and good sides, the bad sides mainly being his laziness and stubbornness. Speaking of stubbornness, of course he took the left turn towards McDonald's.
"What do you want?"
"What a polite way to ask me. You've loosened up I see." I frown at him. He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns towards me with his whole body.
"Your Highness, what do you wish to consume today?"
"That's just too much."
"What the h*ll do you want? I'm taking 3 burgers and fries and you aren't touching them." the brown haired boy points his finger towards my face. I squint my eyes at him, then bite his finger. "Crazy woman."
"Hello, may I take your order?"
"Hello, yes. I'd like a..."
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"Is this place good enough for the Queen?" Wooyoung spoke with his mouth full of fries and ketchup. We sat on the roof of his car on a parking lot near a river. The place is good enough for the Queen.
"Eat before you speak, what's wrong with you?" I laugh at him, seeing that he spilled the ketchup on his t-shirt. "No girl will want you like this."
"To be honest I'm not interested right now." he replied immediately.
I'd lie if I said that my heart didn't sink a bit. Whoever said that boys and girls can't be friends was right. One side always catches feelings, big or small. In my case, I believe it's a small crush. He's the only boy I hang out with, so that must be why.
"Why?" I allow myself to ask.
"I had a little crush on a girl but I had to give it up." he kept stuffing his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation.
"And...?" I look at him expecting more. But he keeps his mouth shut and folds the paper of the burgers in his hands.
"Are you thirsty?" Wooyoung offers a can of soda, still looking at his fingers.
"Yes, thank you." he opens the can for me, first taking a sip himself, then giving the green beverage to me. I drink the whole can almost immediately.
"You could've said earlier that you were thirsty, I had water in the car." his tone visibly changed. He sounded more serious now, as if he just wanted to go home and lock himself in the room. "Want another one?" he reaches for another can.
"I think I have one more sip here." I throw my head back trying to drink every single drop of the refreshing juice. I slowly started to lean back, forgetting that I'm not in the chair but on the roof of the car. "Sh*t!" I curse as I almost fall on the rocky floor.
"Hey!" Wooyoung quickly reacts and grabs my hands, pulling me towards him. All the empty cans rolled down on the floor, making loud noises. "You good?" he asks, eyes on my face.
His hands felt so warm around mine. I really didn't want to let go. "I'm good." I pull away, trying to get down to collect the cans.
"Leave the d*mn cans there. You almost fell down. Do you see those rocks down there? What if you hit your head? What would I do?"
"I'd pay to get your car cleaned from my blood, Wooyoung." I laugh, but when I notice that his face didn't change, my smile drops. "What's wrong? Why isn't it funny when I say something like this?"
"Behind all these jokes you have to understand that you are very important to me and I have a soft spot for you. If anything happened to you my life would stop. I'm a serious man behind all my sarcastic jokes. Please watch yourself, because I can't do it all the time. It takes a second to turn a peaceful situation into a disaster."
I stare at him with my mouth a little open. I'm surprised at his words, I never heard him talk like this. I manage to say a sorry, turning my head away from him.
After a few seconds of silence, which seemed like hours, he got down and picked up all the cans, then offered me his hand. "Be careful." I put my hand in his, slowly getting down on the floor. "What dumbass even puts these rocks on the parking lot?" he picks up a few of them and pushes them away, leaving the bigger and heavier ones where they were.
"I think because they don't want someone else to have the spot." I watch as he tries to move a few more rocks. "Leave it, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let's just go back home, please?"
"Alright." he leaves the rocks and opens the door for me. Then he proceeds to enter the car himself. "But just for the record, I could've moved those rocks." his lips curved in a small smile. He can't help himself.
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It suddenly became quiet in the house. Wooyoung layed on the sofa, watching the TV, and I sat on the floor behind the coffee table with my back leaning on the sofa.
"I'm a bit disappointed that we didn't take any photos." I pouted, scrolling down my Instagram feed. He didn't respond. I kept quiet for a few more minutes, then broke the silence again. "Do you think you could pick me up tomorrow from school again?" again, no answer.
I turn around towards him and see that his eyes are closed. He fell asleep while watching the TV. I took a blanket from my room and layed next to him under it. It's not my first time napping with him, but most of the time he refuses. He says that he is a kicker in his sleep and that he doesn't want to hurt me.
The sofa in our living room is quite small so I have to basically lay on Wooyoung. Just as I close my eyes, I feel his hand around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. Now my head was on his chest and I was surrounded by his scent and warmth. This must be what heaven feels like. Usually when we sleep like this together, it takes us a few hours to fall asleep. Mainly because he can't stop making jokes and I can't stop laughing. But this is different. It's calm. It's beautiful.
I couldn't tell if he was asleep or just pretending. He held me close and rubbed my back slowly. "Wooyoung?" I tried calling.
"Hm?" he responds sleepily.
"Are you okay?" I look up at him. His eye are still closed, but his fingers are still drawing tiny patterns on my waist and back.
"Mhm." again, I receive a short answer. When I try to move and give him some space so he can sleep peacefully, he opens his eyes to look at me. "Please don't move. I want to sleep like this." one of his hands moved my hair from both of our faces. "Please?" he asked, almost whispering.
I have never witnessed this side of Wooyoung. His voice was different, his movements were different, his eyes were different. This is the Wooyoung I wanted for myself, but couldn't have him. It took me a few longer seconds to realise that we are staring at each other, doing nothing but breathing quietly. Once his hot breath fell on my lips I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh. Right now, I hoped for one thing to happen.
"Why can't I have you like this every day?" his soft voice whispered. I try to speak, but as soon as I move my lips, I feel something soft brushing against them. My breath stops and I force myself to open my eyes. He's looking down at my lips as if thinking if the next step is smart to do. I allow myself a moment of bravery and I put my hands on his chest, getting closer to him. "F**k it." he mutters, finally putting his hands on my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine.
His lips must've been the softest thing to exist on this planet. I tried to move, but my body was frozen. I couldn't do anything, just lay and enjoy the softness and the warmth of his lips. He pulled away for a second, trying to say something, but when he didn't succeed, he went back to the older position. Then, again, he pulls away.
"You are so sweet. You taste like I always imagined." the red cheeked boy whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.
"More, please." I manage to say. My lips and throat are dry, my mind is going crazy, and my stomach is witnessing fireworks. Wooyoung smiles, still not letting go of my cheeks. "Please." I get impatient.
He leans in again, this time kissing me with more passion. It stopped being sweet and soft, now only one word existed in my mind: more. And he happily listened.
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#5
So let me get this straight: you're fine with piss fetishes, diaper fetishes, puppy play, people watching drawn child porn, daddy/mommy fetishes, people slapping and choking their partners, age regression kinks, r*pe kinks, and all this other shit but you draw the line at me having a "genital preference"?
866 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 20:06:35 GMT
#4
It boggles my mind how everyone knows that racial dysphoria is the result of a racist society and yet there are people who think that gender dysphoria isn't the result of a sexist society.
When I was a child, I struggled greatly with the fact I was black. I hated it. So much so that eventually my mother snapped at me and basically told me I'm black whether I like it or not. So much so that I actively wished to be white. I was envious of the white children in my class with their gorgeous eyes and different hair colors. I felt like I fit in with them so much more than I ever did with the black kids and looking at the friend groups I formed, you'd be able to tell. I felt like black kids were much meaner than I was and white kids were more soft spoken and more relatable. I would ask kids if I could pass as half-white or light skinned and was so disappointed whenever I would receive a "no". I hated it when people pointed out that I was black because it felt like something I desperately wanted to hide but couldn't no matter what. All my favorite characters were white. All the people I looked up to where white. It was never ending.
Reading this you're probably thinking that this is the result of shitty media representation and stereotypes and racism. You're probably not thinking "oh, that's a clear sign that you were meant to be born white!". Nope, you're probably thinking that my feelings were the result of the terrible way that society treats black people.
Now here's the real kicker: I didn't just want to be white, I specifically wanted to be a white boy. I loved the way boys were effortlessly masculine and athletic. They could build muscle easier and had the perfect physique in my eyes--completely flat, short hair, and more defined muscle. It made me uncomfortable to be viewed as a girl. I didn't like the way my dad made me cover up whenever I went somewhere and didn't do the same for my brother. I didn't like the way my breasts were something I had to be aware of and hide. I didn't like how my body grew. Didn't like getting my period and having to deal with it. I wanted everything my male counterparts had: the deep voice, the masculine clothes, no breasts, attention from girls, I even wanted an Adam's apple at one point. I would get so happy whenever people thought I was a boy. For a while, I was that girl who only hung out with boys because I related to them more.
Looking back on it, this was a the result of shitty media representation and stereotypes and sexism. There was no representation of the type of woman I wanted to be on TV. There's the stereotype that all women are interested in feminine activities and presentation. The aforementioned are a result of sexism. It was also because I was a masculine lesbian and I don't need to explain that our society is homophobic--especially towards gnc gay people and ESPECIALLY towards butch lesbians.
And yet there are some people who think that this means I must be a man. I must've been born wrong. They don't think that this is the result of a sexist and homophobic society even though I was born a woman in the same way I was born black. Where is the logic in this?
917 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 16:38:03 GMT
#3
I don't know how to tell y'all this but it's actually stereotypically homophobic to hear a gay man say "I like dick" and become so enraged that you start berating him and calling him names. That's not new. That's how straight people have always treated gay men. Like, I'm sorry but a gay man expressing his same sex desire and then immediately being bullied and met with threats and people telling him that he needs to like pussy is literally just old school homophobia.
963 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 20:22:37 GMT
#2
Idk how to tell y'all this but looking at a woman who isn't stereotypically feminine and thinking she must be nonbinary or she wants to be a man is not progressive at all and is actually sexist af
1372 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 17:03:18 GMT
#1
"You really think someone would spend years and thousands of dollars just to be a pervert?"
Yes.
Literally yes.
I don't think you guys realize just how far perverts are willing to go. In fact, I'd argue that you have to be a certain level of dedicated to be considered a pervert and not just a creep or weirdo.
People will go through years of schooling to become a teacher or a doctor or a gyno just to put it all on the line in order to fuck around with their students or their patients.
An expensive ass education and years of their time just to lose all of it because they're perverse. I'm being kind here though because a lot of them don't just randomly decide to put their career on the line, oh no, some of these people choose to enter a field because of their perversion. They're so dedicated to imposing their evil on others that they'll choose a field that brings them closer to doing just that.
Switching gears to a different but related example:
It's well known that abusers in a relationship will often not show their true colors until their victim believes they're secure and that security is often marriage. Do you know how much you have to dedicate to a relationship in order to get someone to marry you? Do you know how expensive a wedding is? All of that dedication and money just so they can have a victim that can't easily leave their grasp.
Time and money is NOT a factor for truly evil people, y'all just give too much benefit of the doubt.
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Destiel Chronicles
Vol. LXIX
It was a love story from the very beginning.
I Want You Back (Part II)
(11x16b/11x17)
Hello there! Finally finishing the second part of this meta.
It will focus on the parallel between the entity from the 'Safe House' episode and Amara it’s suggesting. Afterwards we will talk about one of the episodes that were discussed more controversially among us Destiel shippers, I'm talking about 'Red Meat',  and I will show you step by step that it is, indeed, a very Destiel one.
Thanks to @destielle for beta-ing this one! She's amazing. Thank you girl! 😘💝
Soul Eater
Let's talk about that haunting parallel I just mentioned.
If you check episode 11x16, there is this entity from that house that ate souls. 
RUFUS: A Soul Eater? What the hell is that?
BOBBY: Undead creature that feeds on souls. Hence the name. They exist in a place between our world and… another. Soul Eater moves into a house, and once it does, it makes what the lore refers to as a ‘nest’.
RUFUS: A place that exists outside of time and space.
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SAM:The nest looks and feels like whatever house the Soul Eater is in.
The creature created a fake house, like a reflection in the mirror. It’s a fake home in which the entity shows people the souls of the ones they love in different and terrible situations (dead) to keep them under it's dominium. From the moment the seal was broken, the creature attacked again. 
SAM: Apparently, the nest messes with their victim's head, shows them things they love, parts of their soul in distress, it keeps the victim's soul vulnerable.
So we have a broken seal, a powerful creature eating souls, a fake reality to keep them dominated, right?
And Bobby saying that he could feel the evil in that dimension…
I think we have the perfect description of Amara here, Dean and Sam broke the sigil, Cain's Mark, and she was released, she eats souls, just like the Soul Eater, creating a fake happiness/reality to dominate the victims/Dean.
Again the writers are showing us that Amara is evil, her dominance over Dean is established through fear.
I think it’s vital to mention that between all the books Rufus and Bobby were reading, there was one with the title "Fallen Angel", it make us recall Castiel and Lucifer with the particularity that they're sharing vessels at that moment. Two fallen angels: one fell due to love and the other due to hate.
Another interesting visual narrative that acted as a foreshadowing, was the soul eater placing a hand on Dean's chest in the same way Rowena will place her hand on him in the last episode of the season where he’ll become a soul bomb.
And now, pay close attention to the following scene, because it’s connected to the next episode (Red Meat).
RUFUS: What'd you see, Bobby?
BOBBY: My boys. Both of 'em. Both of 'em dead. And I saw… well I don't know what the hell I saw.
And…
SAM: Hey, you said the Soul Eater made you see things. Plural. So… what else did you see?
DEAN: I saw you. Dead on the floor.
This was a foreshadowing of Sam laying dead on the floor (well he won’t die, but almost) in the next episode. But it’s A BLATANT MIRROR. BOBBY SEEING HIS SONS DEAD ON THE FLOOR. AND IT’S REFLECTING PURELY FAMILIAL LOVE. A father and his two children who are brothers.
FAMILY LOVE, there's no hint of ROMANTIC LOVE in here, no Wincest! Bobby was actively chosen to pose as the mirror. The writers easily could have used a couple with the husband seeing his wife laying dead on the floor, right? But it was BOBBY who saw his boys on the floor, just like Dean saw his brother. It’s about Family!
Sorry I'm a little bossy here, but I need you to understand this point before jumping to the next one.
Using Logic
Let's analyze episode 11x17 with logical facts…
The mentioning of Castiel at the beginning of the episode is there to remind us that Dean is feeling miserable because they couldn't rescue him yet. And he is not sleeping because of that. Sam is trying to comfort him by saying that they’ll get him back.
The episode introduced Corbin and Michelle, a newly-wed couple very much in love.
Corbin would do anything to protect Michelle (Dean mirror) and he is the one becoming a monster (werewolf), so he’s acting as our Castiel's mirror here.
Sam gets shot, and he has a very bad wound. We have Corbin trying to kill him, because he would do anything to save Michelle, even if that implies making a bad decision.
Now, we have Dean thinking his brother is dead. But keep in mind that WHEN HE ENTERS THE ROOM SAM IS ALREADY DEAD (in Dean’s eyes at leat). So DEAN DIDN'T SEE HIS BROTHER DIE. HE FOUND HIM DEAD, LAYING ON THE FLOOR. (First fact).
Then this… he asks Michelle to assist him in his try to contact Death… but … he also says this ..
Dean: Okay. After I do this, go get the doc and tell her to, um... Tell her to bring me back, if she can. If not... no hard feelings, okay?
He is not suicidal here, THIS IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT TO EPISODE 13X05 WHEN HE WANTED TO DIE, NOT WANTING TO LIVE BECAUSE CAS WASN'T ANYMORE. Even knowing Sam was dead, Dean wanted to live. GIVING YOUR LIFE FOR YOUR BROTHER DOESN'T COUNT AS A SUICIDAL THOUGHT, BUT INSTEAD AS SOMETHING ANYONE WOULD DO FOR THEIR BROTHER, especially when that brother is your little brother you raised yourself like a father. (Second Fact).
Dean wants to be alive because he needs to rescue Cas.
Billie: That's what I thought. It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him. But even if Sammy could win the title bout... the answer would still be “no.” The answer will always be “no.” Game's over, Dean. No more second chances. No more extra lives. Time to say bye-bye to Luigi, Mario.
This sums up perfectly how Dean feels about Sammy. He raised him, he always took care of him. He can't lose him because all his life revolved around Sam. This is not Wincest, this is solely FAMILY LOVE. Remember what we said about Bobby a little earlier, these were Bobby's feelings too.
I will put here an addition from Destielle, she talked about the well known toxic codependency, and i think is important too:
"Billie basically calls out the toxic codependency between Sam and Dean here. ‘You’re doing it for you’ she deadpans. It’s more about Dean fulfilling the task, or rather duty, John gave him so early on, that it’s part of Dean’s personality. An automatism. He doesn’t want Sam to live because it was Sam’s wish, but because Dean needs Sam to keep things the way they always have been as so not having to deal with himself."
Is interesting because John Winchester heritage to Dean was the GUILT and the FIRST BORN duty, so practically, he keeps reacting and acting like a soldier that needs to protect the little brother and the entire world, I talked so many times in My metas about this toxic heritage and about THE BIG PROTECTOR living inside Dean. Interesting comment my friend! Thank you!
Dean’s spirit [sadness and desperation in his eyes]: I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead.
DEAN WINCHESTER WILL ALWAYS GIVE HIS LIFE IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ONES HE LOVES BECAUSE HE IS DEAN WINCHESTER. NOT JUST FOR SAM, BUT FOR THE WORLD, AND CAS.
Billie: I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead. [Dean looks stunned] But you are. Or will be, soon enough.
Now… let's go with Michelle and Dean's conversation… the third fact:
Dean: Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually... eventually you'll get back to normal.
Dean is talking from experience. Drawn from every time he lost a friend, a family member (including Sam) which he always affronted in the same way, by hunting, drinking heavily and stuffing bacon in his face. It always was hard at first but got better with time until he got back to normal. He's talking with determination because he lost a lot of beloved people. But … he hasn’t lost the love of his life yet… Michelle did…
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Michelle [sighing]: No, I won't. They said I could leave... [she sighs] an hour ago. But... where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... [turning back to Dean] I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.
This is a rich piece of text over there. First of all, she's convincing Dean she won't be back to normal. Ever. She's the one talking with authority now, because she's talking from her experience of losing the love of her life… 'where am I even supposed to go?' SHE'S LOST, Just as lost as Dean will be for the first 5 episodes from season 13. 'After everything we survived together…' these words are carving deep into Dean's heart, because the man he loves is in danger in the very moment, and I know he's recalling everything they survived together. 'I watched the man I love die, there's no normal after that', Dean's face is priceless here, full of fear, he doesn't want to go through the same Michelle has and had to. He doesn't want to watch Cas die. And I want you to remember the first fact I pointed out, MICHELLE IS SAYING SHE WATCHED CORBIN DIE, not that she found him dead. Okay? So we are not talking about a reference to the death of Sam here. Dean didn't watch him die, he found him dead. And secondly, Dean knows Sam is okay by now, so why would he display a face full of pain and fear? Who's the one in real danger now, possessed by Lucifer? CASTIEL. DEAN DOESN'T WANT TO SEE CASTIEL DIE. HENCE THE TERRIFIED EXPRESSION.
AND THAT'S WHY IN THE NEXT EPISODE HE WILL FIGHT AGAINST RATIO, AGAINST WHAT’S THE LOGICAL THING TO DO, JUST BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE THE MAN HE LOVES DIE. Sorry for the yelling. But I needed to make things clear.
To Conclude:
The Soul Eater in episode 11x16 is a blatant mirror of Amara. Another way to show us her dominance over Dean is a forced and dark one.
Episode 11x17 must be analyzed with logic. The clues are in the details and related to the previous episode in which Bobby saw Sam and Dean dead. It was purely about FAMILIAL LOVE and it must not be mistaken for something else because that just would be a twisted interpretation.
Dean giving his life in exchange for the one of EVERYONE shouldn't be mistaken for suicidal tendencies, too.
The fact that he wanted to go on with his life EVEN THOUGH BEING CONVINCED SAM IS DEAD is an important difference to how Dean is behaving in 13x05.
We have the foreshadowing for Castiel's death and Mourning!Dean and a prelude to 11x18 where we’ll have a very desperate Dean trying to save his angel.
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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 8
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A/N- Im sorry if this is bad! 😂
*Contains Defending Jacob spoilers*
When i finally got home later that day i ordered a pizza and decided to take a quick shower while i waited, knowing they usually take a good 45 minutes this time of night. Walking out of the bathroom 10 minutes later wrapped in a fluffy purple towel i passed the window in the hallway and spotted Andy sitting outside in his car. I walked to the bedroom and picked up my phone from the bedside cabinet and hit his number.
As it rang i walked over to the window and watched him staring at the phone in his hand for a few moments before answering.
"Hey" he finally answered.
"Hey, everything okay?"
"Yeah of course! Why wouldnt it be?"
"Well the fact your sitting outside my house....."
"Shit, sorry! I wasn't being weird i swear! Its just.....i should just go" he sighed shaking his head.
"You wanna come in for a minute?"
"I dont wanna interupt...."
"Your not its fine, let me just come down real quick and open the door....wait for me in the kitchen" i told him making my way downstairs.
"....okay" he finally agreed, I ended the call and quickly unlocked the door pulling it open just a crack before running back upstairs to get dressed.  I tossed my phone on the bed and grabbed my sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. After towel drying my hair real quick i tied it up out the way and made my way down to see Andy.
When i walked into the kitchen Andy looked up and smiled at me, he was sat at my small kitchen table, his coat and suit jacket discarded on the empty chair beside him.
"Im sorry to just show up like this Y/N" he said shaking his head.
"Its fine don't worry about it"
"I don't even know how i ended up here....."
"Another shitty day?"
"Yeah" he scoffed "the kids aint talking, none of them knew anything. Most of them where more interested in the fact that i was Jacob Barbers dad"
"So no leads?"
"No. But Duffy found out there's a guy who lives near the park, Leonard Patz. Done for Indecent AB on a minor"
"Why didnt you know about him before?"
"Duff said he only moved to Newton in the last year. Never registered. One of the ADA's in the child abuse unit flagged him"
"What exactly did Patz do to this kid?"
"Grabbed the kids package at the public library, got out on a personal"
"He groped a kid and got out on a personal?" I asked wide eyed at the idea of this man walking free around town.
"Apparently there was some question about the kids testimony. Duffy also said we gotta keep in mind the Rifkin kid had no signs of sexual assault"
"But its something for you to look into, right? If your getting nowhere with the kids at school it makes sense that Patz is the next point of call"
"I just, i have to be careful how i play this one.... i told Duffy i needed to sleep on it. My heads all over the place"
"You want a coffee? Or i have beer?"
"I'll take a beer please" he gave me a tired smile.
I grabbed a couple beers and we went to sit in the living room, he sat on the sofa and let his head fall back with a contented sigh as he closed his eyes.
"Thank you for this Y/N, i always feel like i can relax with you. Everyones always expecting things from me you know? But you.... you just let me be myself"
"And your not yourself at home?"
"Not at all, not for a long time anyway" he replied lifting his head to take a mouthful of his beer "Laurie and I were talking about divorce before all this happened"
"Oh...." i was genuinely surprised to hear that and didn't know how to react to this new information!
"Im okay about it though, is that bad?"
"No, people get divorced all the time Andy"
"I know. Its kinda scary though, i've been with Laurie since college.... i think we got too comfortable.... we lost that spark"
"And theres no getting it back?"
"Im pretty sure that boat has sailed" he chuckled to himself "i will aways love her don't get me wrong im just...."
"Not IN love with her?"
"Yeah" he nodded looking a little sad that his marriage hadn't worked out "You ever been in love?" Andy asked cocking his head to the side and watching me closely.
"Me?.... um, yeah once" i nodded as i picked at the label on my beer bottle "college boyfriend, he was everything to me.... kinda sad looking back at it"
"What happened?"
"I caught him in bed with my best friend"
"Shit"
"Yeah, i cut all contact with the both of them after that. You wanna know the kicker? ...their still together with their second kid on the way"
"Im sorry to hear that"
"It happens" i shrugged "i haven't been in a relationship since. Guess i have some trust issues"
"And you and Frank?...."
"Me and Frank, right" i shook my head getting up from the sofa "i need another beer before talking about Frank, you want another?"
"Sure".
I sat on the opposite end of the sofa facing Andy when i returned with fresh beers.
"So whats the deal with Frank?" He asked but averted his eyes while he mentioned the other man in my life.
"We spent some time together" i shrugged feeling like an idiot for thinking i could do the whole casual/non exclusive thing.
"And your not anymore?"
"At the moment i don't think so"
"What happened if you don't mind me asking?"
"I was supposed to be meeting his friends yesterday but i told him i had to reschedule. With everything going on i wasn't feeling it you know? This morning when i was getting coffee i saw him with some blonde....we want different things i guess. I mean you warned me what Frank was like right?.... i thought i could do the casual thing.... turns out i'm not a fan so much"
"The guys an idiot.....Im sorry" Andy said keeping his eyes down on his beer bottle casually raising his eyebrows.
"No your not" i laughed shaking my head at him, it was written all over his face that he was pleased to hear this news.
"Your right i'm not" he finally looked up at me "your too good for him".
"Andy..."
"Im serious. You're something else....." he took a deep breath putting his now empty beer bottle on the table then turned to face me "i have to tell you something.... its been eating away at me for a while now"
"What is it?" I asked him putting my beer down and giving him my full attention.
"I remember what happened in Vermont.... the things i said... the kiss"
I was not expecting that!
"Oh...."
"Im sorry, i just didn't want things to get weird between us. I didn't want to loose you"
"Andy.... i..."
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that kiss in the elevator Y/N. I cant stop thinking about how much i still wanna kiss you every damn time i see you!"
"We can't...."
"We can! Its okay to want this" he reached across and took my hand rubbing circles on the back of my hand "tell me you don't want it too and i'll leave right now and we can forget this happened".
I sat there staring at him shaking my head "i cant tell you that...".
Before i knew it Andy was pulling me into his lap and kissing me breathless. His hands slipping under my t-shirt caressing my back. My heart was racing as we finally parted for air, i placed my hands on either side of his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks that were flushed as we tried to catch our breath.
The moment was interrupted by knocking at the door.
"Leave it" he mumbled leaning forward and kissing me again. I pushed him back and laughed before climbing off his lap "thats my takeout! Im not just gonna leave it, i'll be back in two seconds".
I grabbed my purse from the table and headed to the front, i opened the door with a smile.... a smile that fell when i saw Frank standing there instead of the delivery man!
"Frank....."
"Hey sweetheart".
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