#thinking sam would also be there at some points.

[ananke-xiii]

Another thing about the lameness of Apocalypse World being the result of "Mary's choice" is that it gives too much weight to Azazel's deal. That demon spent a lot of energy finding his "special children" and had never even noticed Mary before Dean's interference.

Interference that happened because Castiel made Dean travel through time and told him he had to "stop it" just to show him that it wasn't possible. Of course Cas didn't know, back then, about angels basically acting as and for Chuck by manipulating people, time and events for their own benefit. Still, you have to wonder after "In the beginning" whether Cas actually realizes what he has done.

Whether Mary deals with Azazel or not doesn't matter because of the bloodlines. The only difference is that if she said no an angel would fly in, resurrect John and wipe out their memories. Just like Zachariah and Michael tell Dean in S5.

The whole thing about demon blood as necessary in order to be Lucifer's vessel is just there for effect, I think, because neither Dean nor Adam need to be "primed" to be Michael's true vessel who, apparently, is even more powerful than Lucifer. Or, I don't know, to me that doesn't track at all but I might be missing something. I mean, it kinda shows how Kripke was tired of the "special children" plotline but, yk, the awkward, giant elephant in the room is that the foundation of the show is Sam and demon blood so... they had to justify it in some way, I think. But, again, I might miss something here.

The real importance of Azazel's deal is that it highlights Mary's complete loneliness in the world: in an instant her parent and her fiancé are dead. She deals because she bargains her otherwise horrible present (which is still horrible, tbh) for an unspecified future (which she craves. a lot. we've been told. multiple times that she wants to "escape" her current life). The tragedy is precisely that she doesn't know that she's specifically damning Sam's future in the process.

The real, real tragedy, however, is that she has no choice, whatever she does, SHE will always end up there. Because Mary and John are just "placeholders". The angels are basically just waiting for the demons to do the hard and dirt work while, they think, they just have to manipulate low ranking angels and get Dean's consent. Precisely the two things that fuck them in the end because Castiel rebels and Dean doesn't consent.

The other thing about Azazel's deal is that he doesn't need permission to enter Mary's house, that's just an excuse because of the "red tape". He has to bend the rules of the natural order and, in order to do so, he needs to make a deal. His deals are basically asking people to sign and date a blank sheet which is, obvs, a super manipulation, but, because people accept that, the deals "respect" the rules. It's absolutely unfair considering that this seems to apply only to humans while angels bend even the rules of time as they please with no consequences (well... actually, "what goes around comes around" and they will almost all be wiped out, lol).

The tragedy in the tragedy of the tragedy is that Dean understands that's about the souls. "In the beginning" makes a point of telling us that's not about that but I don't think it's true. Yes, Azazel won't come knocking in ten years with his hellhounds but he's bargaining a soul for a soul. Liddy's husband, if Azazel had managed to deal, wouldn't have died; Charlie's father would have lived; John would have died etc. So, in this episode at least because I don't remember the parents of the other special children tbh, Azazel is exchanging the life or death of 1 parent with the future of 1 of their children. At the end of the day, this is what the deal is about: it's a 1 for 1. This is also why he can't resurrect Mary's parents. Well, because he doesn't care, obviously, but because he doesn't have to: John's resurrection for Sam's future (which Mary has no idea about and neither does Azazel, he's also signing a blank sheet).

And this is so interesting because demons must follow the rules but angels don't because they are SO certain that they will end Time. They think they will put an end to everything and finally have their "paradise". When it doesn't come to pass, when the end doesn't arrive as promised, everybody has to face the consequences of their actions.

[lila-rae]

I mean in any other situation I would agree, and I'm sure this is happening to a certain degree right now.

That being said I feel like the reason she's being singled out is because she's the lead and also an EP on the show. Like at this point the only "plausible" narrative right now for Sam to be throwing out right now is that their star is making it difficult for everyone else.

I mean we all know it's clearly bullshit, but I'm sure there are some people who would read these articles and believe them. But I couldn't see them throwing Sydney or JE under the bus because even I wouldn't believe for one second that the entire production would halt because they were busy.

All I'm saying is is that, considering the context, I don't think it's because she's black (again, just to reiterate, I'm not saying that this would/could/has never happened. just that this instance is different)

If she has been a white EP and star, they wouldn’t have put multiple hit pieces out on her.

The reason they think they can get away with it is because they know the stereotypes already surrounding black women. “Being difficult” literally being one of the main ones in a work environment.

If you want to believe that if Sydney was the lead and not Z they would have put out these same articles that’s on you, but it’s clear they believe they can disrespect and belittle her in a way I never see happen to white women.

[immodestly-marina]

Hey there!

I am a huge Sam girl and I was hoping you could write a nice fix for us wherein the reader gets badly hurt on a hunt but doesn't tell the boys and later passes out on Sam in the bunker. That's when they find out and both the boys panic especially Sam but take good care of her to get her to recovery. Reader recovers physically but mentally she's got a bit disturbed and gets a bad panic attack but Sam helps her through it as well and then it's all fluff in the end maybe? Pretty please! Also, I love your account!

A/n: This is literally so cute, I’ve actually thought about this before! There have been a few times where I’ve been very close to fainting, so I based this off of my own experiences. Thanks for the idea, I hope you enjoy! Also, for the sake of this imagine/os, Sam’s room is near the library because my dumbass forgot he sleeps in a whole separate hall lol.

Warnings: Fainting, mentions of slight head trauma, worried Sam, Sam daydreaming about you in his bed (If you really squint)

Funnily enough, Dean was the first to notice something was wrong. The way you slowly swayed side to side when standing, before bracing yourself on the countertop you stood by. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, nonetheless, he continued to shove another handful of frosted flakes into his mouth.

It wasn’t until Sam entered the room that you began to feel really spaced out. He laid a file and some newspaper clippings on the table in front of Dean, turning to you to go over new information about your current hunt. 

“I think we might be dealing with a Berserker,” He stated, opening the folder to further explain.

Dean set his box of cereal down, brushing the crumbs off his hands. “Fantastic, because I know exactly what that is.” he replied sarcastically, Sam rolled his eyes and held up his hand as if to say Hold on, I’m getting to that.

You stepped away from the counter, standing closer to Sam as he proceeded to explain. You felt nauseous, opting to stay silent as you felt talking would only make it worse. As he went on, you felt a head rush creep up on you, your vision going blurry before becoming completely clouded.

Dean watched you rock to the side trying to keep your balance, again.

You turned your head, pretending you were able to actually see Sam when you turned to look at him. He hadn’t yet clued in to the near blank expression on your face, not until he turned to face you as well.

Your face went white as his voice began to sound muffled, you could almost make out his faint, “Y’okay there, hun?”

You blinked, barely making out a response before stumbling forward and dropping in his arms, Sam quickly catching and holding your limp body upright against him with a small stumble.

“Woah, hey- hey!” Dean jumps up from his seat to grab something, anything, really. He spins and paces around the floor, realizing now that he’s up and about… he has no idea what the fuck he’s looking for. Sam turns his head, frantically looking at him before rolling his eyes. “Anything with salt or sugar, Dean.”

Dean speed walked around to find something to get your blood sugar up, while Sam carefully lifted you up and carried you to his bed. It’s the nearest one, he thought, might as well lie her down as quickly as possible, that’s all. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t get some form of butterflies at the thought of you sleeping in his bed, but that’s beside the point.

He laid you down as gently as he could, trying not to fall on top of you out of nervousness in the process. He sighed, brushing his hair back from his face before shaking out his blanket and laying it over you.

You stirred a little bit before waking, slowly blinking your eyes open to find yourself in bed. Sam stepped into the room with a glass of water, setting it down on the small table beside the bed next to a bowl of dry frosted flakes and extreme cheddar Goldfish (courtesy of Dean Winchester). You rub your eyes with your knuckles, feeling your head pound until Sam flicks off the light.

“Better?” He sighs a little, you nod and wince.

“What happened today?” Sam’s voice was soft and quiet as he knelt down beside you, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. You bring your fingers to the bridge of your nose, pinching it lightly to relieve the pain in your head. Sam gave you a pained look before reaching his hand up to feel your forehead, which was a tad warmer than it normally should be.

“Whatever that… thing was, when it threw me, I must’ve hit my head harder then I thought.” You sigh, “I threw up when we got back, ‘been dizzy since we lost it in the woods.” He shakes his head, sighing.

“Why didn’t you say something?” He rested his hand on your knee, running his thumb back and forth ever so slightly. A blush creeped it’s way across your cheeks, his touch sending butterflies straight to your stomach. You hope he doesn’t notice.

You hastily shake your head, “I didn’t wanna worry you guys, or…” Your hands tangle back into your hair to massage your scalp a little. “I ‘dunno, bother you…?”

He chuckles at that. “How would that be a bother?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I ‘dunno, sometimes I just feel in the way, I guess.”

Sam tilts his head before shaking it softly, hand moving to take hold of yours. “You’re not in the way. Not at all.” He frowns a little at your way of thinking. He knows you don’t mean to feel so negative, but he feels bad knowing they may have made you feel that way.

“If we, or I, ever made you feel that way, I am so, so sorry.” You lazily nod, looking down.

He tilts his head down, moving lower to find your eyes. He grins when that pulls a giggle out of you, “I promise you, ‘kay?” He says through a chuckle. You nod your head with a little more enthusiasm, though still trying to avoid any further pain in your head.

“Thanks, Sammy…” You address him by his nickname for the first time, which was always said to be reserved for Dean, and Dean only. Instead of protesting, Sam simply brushes the hair from your eyes, smiling sweetly. “Of course, darlin’ ” he whispers before standing up.

“You wanna come out and laze in the library for a bit, or do you wanna sleep in here?” Sam secretly hoped you’d pick the latter, as he was just fine with you sleeping in his room, and maybe even sharing a bed with him for the night. Just in case you need help during the night, of course.

You hesitate to answer, your injury somehow giving you the confidence to ask: “Can I do both…?”

Sam quickly nods his head. “Yeah!” He clears his throat, “Yeah, that’s fine,” He watches the smirk appear on your face, you find his caring and somewhat nervous demenour sweet. You nod in response.

He helps you to stand, guiding you back to the library. You slump into the seat, all of you continuing your prior conversation (much more quietly, as it’s highly possible it’s a concussion you’re dealing with). Dean chucks a pair of sunglasses at you after you complain about the bright room for the third time, and you all sit around each other, cracking jokes the rest of the night when you should be focused on research. Sam is much more protective of you for the next little while during your recovery, and neither of them allow you to join them for this hunt until you feel better again.

You’ve never felt more cared for than you do right now, with them. You’ve never felt more at home.

[chaithetics]

This is such a beautiful piece of domestic fluff with soft Shauna! I really loved reading it and am in AWE of your writing! It's so beautiful and poetic! And the imagery is AMAZING!

Sorry this reblog is a long one, I hope you don't mind!

The morning is warm as you embrace it. The sun is gentle as it glows in through the windows, it searches to greet you in its light. It envelops the kitchen, wrapping you in its comfort, a distraction from the cold tile floors under your bare feet. 

That opening paragraph is so beautiful! It's so poetic and you immediately create such a strong visual! I love it!

Summer has brought you abundance, the earth sings with it.

Another pretty image! I really love your choice of words "the earth sings with it." Just stunning!

There is only room for serenity here, and it shows in the calm of Shauna’s expression – once haunted and usually so, but as she walks with you she is content.

I love the use of haunted with Shauna's expression and that she becomes content. She deserves some peace!!!

She sighs and points to a rabbit sitting at the edge of your yard. The creature stares back at her, and you half expect Shauna to claim it’s trying to size her up. You suppress a smile – you’re relieved you won’t be staying up tonight trying to fight any human neighbors out of your garden, that Shauna’s concern lies with the rabbits. 

That was written soooooo in character for Shauna! I literally heard Melanie Lynskey's sigh while reading it! But yes, Shauna's one-sided beef with rabbits is back in full bloom!

Shauna is methodical in her observations, you do not understand the hidden details she sees in the plants and soil, but you appreciate what has come from the work as you gather a handful of what’s ready for harvest. You look down at a generous mix of vegetables and berries in your arms, small treasures that remind you of the love that bore them. 

You really capture Shauna so well! She's such a thinker and is very much in her head with a lot of thoughts. But also the last sentence in that paragraph is so gorgeous and sweet!

A soft smile captures her lips as she studies you, and you feel the pressure of her gaze pleasantly. There is love in her eyes, it swallows you whole. 

Yes for soft and loving Shauna!!!!

Shauna rests on the sofa, reading something – a book about a cult if you recall, something far more brutal than you would suspect from the way she sits so pleasantly immersed. 

I'm sorry but this made me laugh!!! It also reminded me of the scene in Serial Mom where Sam Waterston looks through Kathleen Turner's stuff, he thinks she's been reading bird books but it's actually serial killer/murder themed books.

the knowledge that your work lives in the earth, and it will come back as a reward to you – a labor of love, it will help nourish you through the coming winter. 

I love your earthy images and connections in writing! It's just so beautiful and makes me smile!

Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece!

GETAWAY

shauna sadecki x reader, word count 1.2k

you enjoy a quiet day off work with shauna in the tranquility of your life together. garden obsessed shauna’s rabbit hatred is back. dedicated to my fav ever @webism

– 8:00 AM – 

The morning is warm as you embrace it. The sun is gentle as it glows in through the windows, it searches to greet you in its light. It envelops the kitchen, wrapping you in its comfort, a distraction from the cold tile floors under your bare feet. 

You lean against the kitchen counter, looking out the window above the sink into the garden. Summer has brought you abundance, the earth sings with it. Shauna stands looking over your plants, a cup of coffee in her hands as she examines them. 

Deeply, you inhale. The house is filled with the mixed scents of lavender and mint, from a floral candle you’ve burnt almost down to the wick and from the tea you hold. You take a sip of it, and your eyes fall closed for a moment in the gentle pull of the breeze coming in through the open window. The morning is timeless as you take it in. 

You set your tea down, and still barefoot you slip outside. You follow the path into the garden, joining Shauna. 

She looks back as you approach and smiles softly. You extend a hand to her and she takes it – as you walk through the garden together, you are able to breathe peacefully in the quiet space shared between the two of you. There is only room for serenity here, and it shows in the calm of Shauna’s expression – once haunted and usually so, but as she walks with you she is content.

Shauna stops in front of the tomato plant. She furrows her eyebrows, looking down at it curiously before turning to you. Her expression is serious as says, “The neighbors have been stealing our tomatoes.” 

You pause. You’re alarmed as you picture one of your neighbors crawling over your fence like a bandit in the night and stuffing a bag full of tomatoes – you mentally sort through everyone in your neighborhood, calculating the likeliness of who would be so jealous of your garden that they would steal from you. It’s the last problem you ever envisioned having with a small garden in the suburbs. 

“The neighbors?” you ask after a moment. You shake your head. “Which ones?” 

She sighs and points to a rabbit sitting at the edge of your yard. The creature stares back at her, and you half expect Shauna to claim it’s trying to size her up. You suppress a smile – you’re relieved you won’t be staying up tonight trying to fight any human neighbors out of your garden, that Shauna’s concern lies with the rabbits. 

You watch as she surveys the rest of the garden. Shauna is methodical in her observations, you do not understand the hidden details she sees in the plants and soil, but you appreciate what has come from the work as you gather a handful of what’s ready for harvest. You look down at a generous mix of vegetables and berries in your arms, small treasures that remind you of the love that bore them. 

– 12:00 PM – 

A day of comfort, though a day of work, and a day of caution – through almost burning the kitchen down trying to cook with Shauna, you have found a flow between you while cooking together, and attempt to maintain it. 

You have time today. For once you and Shauna are able to cook lunch together, and to do so without the stress of work or outside obligation weighing down on you. It’s peaceful – Shauna has banished you to the cutting board in her pursuit to conquer the kitchen, and you stand in complacency as you chop a series of fresh vegetables the two of you harvested from the garden this morning. 

Your movements are careful as you complete your task. It dawns on you again and again, that you are in no rush, you have everything you could ever need around you and nothing can reach you here. You are at home in a tranquil rhythm. 

Shauna comes to look over your shoulder at your work. She hums in what you take as approval, placing her hands on your waist and watching your movements. 

You place the knife down and turn to face her. A soft smile captures her lips as she studies you, and you feel the pressure of her gaze pleasantly. There is love in her eyes, it swallows you whole. 

“You’re good at this,” she says, and you look at her skeptically. 

“At chopping vegetables?” 

Shauna rolls her eyes. “I mean at this,” she says, gesturing to the rest of the kitchen – something neither of you are able to touch, though something both of you are able to feel. “What we have here feels like home.”

You nod – always would you agree with her when it came to this, that you were lucky together in every regard in the solitude you shared together, how you were cut off from the rest of the world by choice and intention. 

Shauna leans closer to you, taking a step forward that presses you gently against the counter. You feel your breath hitch at the sudden closeness, and you’re certain she means to kiss you when she pulls away — cutting board from behind you now in hand. 

You stand still for a moment, feeling a bit dejected as you watch her slide the contents of the cutting board into a pan on the stove. 

When Shauna turns her gaze to you, there’s something teasing in it. She moves back to you, and as if reading your mind she closes the gap between you and pulls you into a kiss. In her arms you feel at home, you feel at peace. 

– 9:00 PM – 

Soft moonlight rests over the garden. It pours over every plant, blessing your labor in a silver glow – you feel the peace of it as you watch from the kitchen window, two newly poured glasses of wine in hand. You are filled with pride, all you have is as it should be, it is beautiful. 

Taking the glasses of wine with you, you leave the kitchen for the living room. Shauna rests on the sofa, reading something – a book about a cult if you recall, something far more brutal than you would suspect from the way she sits so pleasantly immersed. 

She looks up from it for a moment as you sit down and hand her one of the wine glasses, murmuring a quiet thank you, placing her book on the coffee table and shifting to wrap an arm around your shoulders. Warmth is radiated from her – it wraps around you with the same serenity of the night. 

The wine is sweet on your tongue, though bitter enough to keep you present as you are come over with the day’s exhaustion. It’s a pleasant sensation, the aching of your muscles brought about by the work you did in the garden with Shauna after lunch again and the knowledge that your work lives in the earth, and it will come back as a reward to you – a labor of love, it will help nourish you through the coming winter. 

You lean into Shauna. It is endlessly calming to have her beside you – your love growing under the same moonlight as the garden you have cherished, and it will nourish you through the coming winter. 

[a-shadowedvales]

it took weeks for jane to get over and recover from the strain it required closing the gate. sealing the demogorgan away was one thing, it knocked her out for at least an hour, and left her incredibly weak and frail. the only reason she was able to fight for herself and escape the upside down was the sheer adrenaline of it all. knowing mike was out there somewhere, knowing the bad men were after her. but in closing the gate, she knew, for the moment, that she would be able to find some peace in herself, that she wasn’t required for the time being. although i think the series itself seriously underestimated and downplayed the affect of closing the gate actually had on her (bc of their goddamn ‘one month later’ bullshit. like it works sometimes. but noT ALL THE TIME!! it’s getting real old now imo). jane was very woozy after the events, and hopper had to carry her out of the lab because she couldn’t walk. on the drive back home she fell into a very deep sleep that was rather concerning at first. not only was the power extreme and draining, but it was terrifying, too. she lifted off the ground, her sheer anger was enough to lock this great beast away; the mental capacity this took on her was also enough to lull into that deep sleep.

the following sixteen days after closing the gate, she mainly sleeps, only waking for a few minutes over scattered times, waking to find someone (usually hopper or owens) sitting at her bedside. it’s blurry and disorienting, and she’s not awake for more than three minutes at a time. her body temperature goes nuts over these days, from boiling hot to freezing cold, and hopper is constantly opening and closing the windows, taking her bed sheets on and off, to accomodate to her temperature best he can. she thrashes about in her sleep, though never wakes up from the horrible things plaguing her mind. a few times in her brief moments of consciousness, she also vomits, mainly liquid goo because she hasn’t been eating, and has nothing to throw up. the sick itself is extremely hot; assumed aftermath of the heat she endured when closing the gate. when she does come to properly, and finds some semblance of balance and familiarity, she is slow on her feet, luggy and dazed.

when she gathers some of her strength back, she spends another four days in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom, and not allowed any visitors. eating gets her strength back up, but at first she can’t hold it down properly. she drinks a lot of water though, which gets her body working again, and she slowly but surely begins to function normally. those veins on her face took nine days to fade completely; there are also scattered veins up her arms, and on her hands. they begin in the centre of her palms, swirl around her fingers, and trail off in the front of her hands. they all fade in unison, and vanish after said nine days. however the veins on her left hand remain; they do fade, but for some reason never leave completely. jane often clenches that fist in and out, hating the marring lines, thinking it ugly and monstrous. it came from the upside down, and she feels like she’s stuck with a piece of it now. it is a process to get back to normal, but as we see by the time the snowball arrives, she’s back to some version of herself.

jane still dreams about closing the gate, the heat that burst in her belly, feeling her feet rise from the ground, feeling the blood pouring from her ears, the sweat on her face. all these feelings and more prickle at her skin sometimes, without warning, and can either vanish as quickly as they came, or linger without a timeframe. depending on the extremities, they can make her immobile, feeling like her body is seizing up, and she can’t move. it feels like her spine has been frozen, and her mind and body are completely disconnected from one another. it’s a scary, horrible feeling; feeling like she’s trapped in her own body. it does pass, and the longest it’s ever occurred was sixteen minutes. when she begins seeing cathleen (her therapist in season four), she is given ways to overcome when this occurs, mental and physical exercises to break free from the clasps of the upside down. this follows her way into adulthood though, never as bad when as a child, but still prominent. after she learns some ways to control it, it tends to occur just as she wakes up in the morning, waking to find her body betraying her. although being in bed, on her own, gives her time to work through it slowly, without feeling pressured or worried that anyone around her is scared for her. she doesn’t need to deal with prying (albeit caring) eyes, and can focus on herself.

[sammy-the-boyking]

sometimes i remember the fact that sam literally never knew the voicemail from dean in s4 wasn’t real and i wanna scream a little bit

[ominousvibez]

i know a lot of people tend to define dani/ellie's "obsession" as the ocean to go with danny's space obsession but tbh i feel like as dani gets older she's going to do a lot to separate herself from her identity as danny's "clone" and become her own person

like, that's why i love that the fandom has adopted the "ellie" nickname so much for her. i so wish the show went on for longer with more competent writers or the comic could expand on this maybe but i think finding her own identity and voice would be such a powerful narrative. you're made for one thing but you don't wanna do that, so now what do you do?

(tbh that kind of identity exploration is probably too anit-christian for b*tch h*rtman so i'm glad he didn't get to touch it)

it's canon that dani goes off and travels the world, so why not have her obsession be traveling? she's got a huge case of wanderlust. she likes the outdoors, she likes hiking and camping and is a huge granola girl. like, i think that kinda just fits her a bit more, in my opinion. traveling/exploration.

[deskraven]

(Below are some personal thoughts on Nightshade and queer representation. OG poster I have nothing against you and this is not an attempt to persuade you into liking Nightshade. Your feelings are valid and I understand where you are coming from.)

Nightshade is an icon to me in Season 1. I always joke about "fox news is not wrong that Nightshade is trans-ing people" - they are a key factor I started using nonbinary pronouns in real life. So sure, my opinion on them is biased - there might be too much insertion and projection involved and I'm looking at them through rose-colored glasses.

So let's start with facts instead:

"The character's very existence is unnecessary" is a very subjective statement. There is a thread on Twitter that asked "(Without saying its woke) What's your reason for disliking Earthspark?" While many pointed out that there are too many Terrans and only 2-3 of them are well developed / interesting, the 2-3 they listed are very diverse among the comments! The following are all direct quotes:

I never found most of the kids/terrans entertaining (except for Nightshade and Jawbreaker)

... only Nightshade and Hashtag are interesting, the rest have the personality of a piece of cardboard.

A few of the Terrans feel underdeveloped, Thrash and Hashtag feel like nothing characters compared to Twitch, Jawbreaker, and Nightshade.

the Terrans don’t really stand out from one another in terms of personalities except for maybe Hashtag and Twitch.

The other terrans that are not twitch and thrash are really boring and lame

All of these are valid statements. I'm not accusing the original poster to be mistaking a subjective feeling as a factual statement - they very well clarified that this is their own personal feelings and acknowledged that Nightshade is a popular character. I just want to use the opportunity to show how diverse people's feelings can be.

I also don't think Nightshade "solely exists to make a statement".

If so, people who didn't even hear their statement should be really confused what the character is even here for. We do have such a group of people - in the Japanese dub, Nightshade's nonbinary identity wasn't revealed until their conversation with Sam. I'm not Japanese so I can't say for sure, but there were a lot of Japanese fanart about them prior to "Home" being aired in Japan. It seems that they are well-liked.

Now my opinions:

Nightshade has a very tasteful introduction and implementation. I see the "came flying in to throw all sorts of people into a tizzy" as part of their personality - which I cherish. I also see the "forced, self righteous, and more than a little annoying at times" as part of their personality, which I cherish even more because it reminds me of many queer neurodivergent friends of mine.

But Nightshade doesn't just appeal to queer people. A friend of mine adores them for a very specific line they said, "You've just proven you don't really know me - because I was never lost!" She's a cishet Chinese woman who doesn't know much about US queer culture, but she remembers saying something similar to her parents.

But even if they really are just a tasteless boring character who exists for the sake of representation, I wouldn't say they shouldn't be there either. I would sure be angry - a year ago I was enraged by the portrayal of Lake Ripple (Elementals) because this nonbinary character really literally serves no purpose. It is frustrating when there's finally a nonbinary character on big screen yet they are just a soulless background cardboard. But most of Lake's cisgender relatives are also background cardboards, yet no one would say they shouldn't exist in the first place. Imagine if all it takes to make a character's mediocracy tolerable is to remove their minority identity - it's unfair.

Anyways I like Nightshade very much they are the second perfect transformer character imo ^ ^ It's a pity they got shafted in S2 and S3 but they will forever live rent free in my heart and I unironically love how you described them as "self righteous and more than a little annoying at times" and "came flying in to throw all sorts of people into a tizzy". These are the reasons I love them and I couldn't have put it any better.

I can never change your dislike for Nightshade. But have you considered that Nick basically reduced their role in the show because of all the controversy? It's harsh to think that they shouldn't be there. This show has studio interference written all over it.

Today is the die I become hated.

Le sigh.

I recognize that studios have their money hungry fingers all over everything, but that does not change what Nightshade, and other similar characters, represent. I think Nightshade's very existence is unnecessary. Even without the controversy, the character is just kind of there for no real reason other than making a statement. For me, Nightshade feels a great deal like the ridiculous arrogance of Elita-One in Transformers One.

Both characters are there to leave a message, one that could be good if done correctly. But due to its implementation, it comes off as forced, self righteous, and more than a little annoying at times. Elita was an attempt to represent girl power that went sideways by making her worse as a person. Nightshade was a studio's shot at reaching more diverse audiences that just came off as out of the blue and tasteless. Nightshade has very little purpose, even before people got upset, my point remains. Additionally, the character is largely there for diversity rather than actual functionality in the show.

For all I care, your character could be named Squishy von Veek and could go by screams of the damned as pronouns, so long as said character is USEFUL to the story and makes sense in the lore. Nightshade sadly does not check any of these boxes for me, at least not in initial implementation. There was no lore groundwork, no tasteful introduction. It just happened and Nightshade came flying in to throw all sorts of people into a tizzy.

I will admit though, the design and name for Nightshade rock.

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[quietwingsinthesky]

if there was a torchwood/spn crossover, jack would get shot in the head so much. i know he already dies a lot, but he’s going to die so many times during this crossover. keeps getting bullets unloaded into him. they stab him with silver and steel and copper and none of it keeps him down. he’s gonna get squirted with borax and that one’s not gonna kill him but it is going to ruin his coat, which is materially worse for him.

[preseriesdean]

We're lucky we had Dad. 1.14 'Nightmare' | 8.18 'Freaks and Geeks'

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Do you ever read a post where someone is explaining a pokitical thing and from the way they're saying you know with absolute certainty 1) they got their info from a tumblr post and have never actually followed up on how feasible that information actually is to act upon (they may not even have checked if it was CORRECT, but when they do they have clearly not looked into how easy or hard it may be to follow those instructions with a positive outcome), and 2) you know WHICH tumblr post they're quoting because it is basically a copy/paste of it, and 3) it was YOUR goddamn post and the thing they are saying is entirely counter to the point you were making when you said it to the point that you genuinely wonder if they just like. Memory-holed the entire context once they saw that one itty bitty point.

It's like the motherfuckiny dating apps all over again. I do not want people to love my words if they are not actually willing to do the work of understanding them! Didn't your kindergarten ever make you play Telephone to teach you how heresay falls out????

[yannfredericks]

this is like a bit wild but I got my first cc audio (as a sad little high school student stuck in australia and wasn’t sure she’d ever see the show) in late 2016 when I was also coincidentally first getting super into hamilton and I would listen to them both so frequently and often right after eachother that they are. intrinsically linked in my mind. had to put that out there. whenever I deeply miss scorbus and want to feel the 2016/17 euphoria of it all I listen to hamilton. this is my deepest confession to date

[sampilled]

😒😒😒😒 i understand all of the bitter samgirls...

[imavikingo]

I have this stupid idea that Bucky knew that “old Steve” wasnt his Steve because of the color of his eyes. And he just… got tired of it all and just went with the motion.

Because he cant have anything good, right?

“He wasn’t Steve, Sam”

“What do you mean? Oh… Do you mean your Steve, because of….?”

“No, I mean that THAT PERSON wasn’t Steve, his eyes were too blue, too perfect”

“Well yeah, Steve had blue eyes Bucky. I don’t understand”

“He had some green in them too, the eyes of that person were just blue, nothing more”

[koneko-chan]

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i've been saying for weeksss gwen and alice are the only people who can match each other's freak!!