#this ep was so god damn confusing please please please how am i meant to figure out the chronology

[mwagneto]

was his boyfriend being there in the bg of this significant or is it just like a cool detail... i hope it's the latter that's so fun. small world

[konaizumi]

A Tale of a Thousand Stars ep 6 thoughts/reaction

the juxtaposition of the kites vs the cars, and what really makes the kites more fun is that its’ group activity whereas he’s alone with the cars

god, phupha is so fucking in love, i love how explicitly clear their affection for each other made even if they have a hard time saying out loud

i wanted nam to scold tian a bit more but im also glad that the scene was pretty soft bc i feel like tian would prob respond better to gentleness and if the dr had been really harsh that would’ve just made tian feel worse

but i love the conflict in this scene bc he knows dr nam is prob right but he can’t express the entirety of why he needs to be there and why he can’t return to his old life

phupha sensing that tian doesn’t really want to talk about what happened and not pressuring him with questions even tho he clearly wants to ask

the way tian’s voice cracks a bit when he’s talking about torfun

poor longtae tho finding out the news in that way

i’ve been waiting since ep 1 for the scene of tian braiding the girls’ hair

kinda torn bc i love the character growth of tian realizing that his actions have consequences that he cant solve with his dad’s money but at the same time it’s very frustrating to watch

not phupha being jealous over tul

poor tul must be so confused

phupha not being able to hide his smile when he smells tian’s hand

“it smells nice” the sachet or his hand

i am living for the longtae x tian friendship

tian lowkey trying to flirt his way into selling the sachets, then using longtae to flirt his way into selling the sachets

okay but the parallel between the kids asking about torfun when tian first got there to the kids asking about tian when he’s gone

character A asking children what character B thinks about them is such a high quality trope

also the kids asking phupha to ask tian to stay is so pure, also them lowkey threatening phupha so that he wont scare tian away

also how much does tian gush complain about phupha to the children lol

hey what is the ring that phupha wears on a necklace?

the image of phupha with the children climbing on him

tian “he’s a hot guy you know,” referring to how popular longtae was with the shopkeepers and phupha misunderstanding

i also really liked the jealousy for longtae this ep bc it wasn’t necessarily targeted at longtae (like it wasn’t personal) it was more the fact that it played into phupha’s existing insecurities that tian would be better suited with someone his own age that he connects with, plus longtae goes to college in the city and can relate more to tian in that sense

cant tell if tian is actually that dense and didn’t realize phupha meant himself when he said he wasnt alone or if he was just teasing phupha

i love how much screentime the children had this episode, they’re so precious

lol tian realizing that tourists would go nuts for bags with names of poor children who made them

im so proud of tian for coming up with this idea and helping the villagers

phupha’s cute little thumbs up

phupha’s smirk when tian turns around, he’s so proud of himself for his little joke

someone needs to make a crack video using that audio that’s like “a love story told entirely in stares...and more stares...and even more stares”

god tho, just they way they stare at each other and start smiling then start laughing, it’s so sweet and intimate

tian and longtae: *discussing serious things like torfun* phupha: really? flirting? right in front of my salad?

phupha is one of those rare well written tsundere characters

phupha getting excited about another date with tian then disappointed when tian isn’t coming with him

phupha is such a child and i love him

sakda need to leave tian tf alone

we love some product placement (but i will give them a pass bc it was pretty cute)

i am also living for phupha x nam friendship, that whole interaction where phupha is trying to stop nam from embarrassing him but trying to do it discretely so no one sees

kinda random but i enjoy the little details like the signs on all the boxes with the sachets were written by different people bc there’s several different handwritings

the fucking fondness in tian’s gaze literally every time he looks at phupha this ep

tian is literally telling you to tell him your feelings phupha, please just end all our suffering

also the way phupha subtly alludes to some of his insecurities and tian shuts it down saying he likes the way phupha is

phupha, are you really the same person who blatantly smelled tian’s hand then gave him that hand massage earlier?

okay but the way tian gets so hopeful when phupha asks him to stay and he keeps trying to get phupha to say he wants him to stay

yod, i love you so much, but i really want to strangle you right now

but that scene really was so good, earth and mix did a really good job bc they conveyed so much without words

but damn i really did think they were gonna get somewhere this ep (but no worries bc they’re going somewhere next ep)

“they will know that your heart has come back to them” is such a poetic line and i really do like the meaning behind it, i just wish tian didn’t mean it in such a self-deprecating way

not me crying at the way phupha cuddles the fucking tea sachet

tian, don’t run into the fucking burning building! think about your heart! think about my heart!

but poor tian bc this building is really his new home as much as his hut is and to see it being burned down

but damn this is really the third time he’s collapsed in phupha’s arms

at least they include a cute fluffy scene at the end of each ep to make up for the angsty cliffhangers

where do i even start with the preview for next week

i really hope they kiss but im worried tian will ruin the mood by bringing up torfun (but also i hope he does finally talk about torfun and get it out there already)

i really can’t wait for next week

anyways, this was such a good ep (like always), quality character development, quality phutian moments, we’re really starting to get into the conflict now

[hot-tea-gardenparty]

After this past week’s incredible episode (15.18) and the Destiel canon reveal, my imagination was having a damn field day with how many ways the story could go in the finale. I have so many ideas and have been speculating so much (and literally have no one to physically talk to about it in my real life) that I just had to get them down and share them with you all.

Just a quick note before you read on:

I am definitely not saying any of the following ideas will actually come to fruition during the last two episodes of Supernatural Season 15. This is being posted just for fun and not to be taken as serious spec or meta. If you’d like to read serious meta there are so many other wonderfully detailed and thoroughly researched metas, specs or deep-dives out there by incredibly talented and intelligent fans like @verobatto-angelxhunter​, @amwritingmeta​ and @wigglebox. So please go check those blogs out if you are in need of something a little more cohesive and less....flail-y and fangirl-y.

With that said....let’s get on to the fun stuff....what I’d like to see or what I think we might see happen during the finale of Supernatural!

I would love Castiel coming to save the day somehow. He doesn’t need to be the final source that brings down Chuck, as I think that would be best saved for the Winchester brothers (since they have been the main target for the pain and control under Chuck.) What I mean is that I want Castiel to serve SOME important purpose, whether that be him bringing the angels back with him from the Empty (either to fight Chuck or just near the very end as a saving heaven move) or him helping turn the Empty against Chuck so that the Empty aids in lowering Chuck’s ability to fight back. OR….and this is my favorite idea, that Castiel’s positive influence over Dean, the love Cas has shown the Winchester brothers, the intense faith he had in the power of love….makes Dean and Sam fight Chuck not with intense anger and confusion, but with a realized faith in themselves, their abilities and their trust in each other.

My personal feelings on Cas’ return will be that his rescue will take place in the finale episode or (less possibly) during the final half of 15.19. It should at least be set up by the end minutes of 15.19 and hopefully set in motion by Dean, knowing he can get Castiel out of the Empty because he is DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER AND HE LOVES HIS ANGEL SO HE IS GONNA RESCUE HIM GOD-DAMMIT.  It is also my belief that Jack will be the one with the ability to “open” or “get access to” the Empty for Dean to go in and get the love of his life back.

I see all the people who “poofed” away in 15.18 coming back once Chuck is gone….it may not be that easy but I can’t expect it to be too difficult (because we only have two eps left). Sam will get Eileen back by the end of 15.19 or the beginning of 15.20 before Dean gets Cas back because Chuck will be defeated before Cas can return.

Castiel’s rescue will take place in the finale. Like I said above, I think the set up for the rescue will take place at the end of 15.19 and the actual rescue will be the finale episode. Or at least that would be my ideal pacing of the events. I want an entire episode (or at least the most of one) focused on Dean’s intent to get Castiel back. I also want Sam and Jack specifically focused on getting Cas back as well. Castiel means just as much to them as a father and friend for them to leave the rescuing up to Dean. Jack will do the ‘waking-up’ of Castiel just like before. Jack will open the, proverbial, door to the Empty for Dean to walk through. I keep flip flopping on if I think Sam would be there in the Empty too or not….there are pros and cons either way. I am more leaning on the side of no Sam, in this particular situation since I am a Destiel clown and just want Castiel to hear from Dean how much he is loved and wanted.  Castiel can always hear about how much he is loved by Sam and Jack a little later.

My imagination sees Dean end up in the black void of the Empty and he sees nothing for a minute, until the Empty entity shows up (maybe wearing Dean’s face?) and they have a tense discussion about Castiel and letting him go. I do not think the Empty will ‘die’ or disappear. The Empty will remain. So with that in mind….is it just intimidation Dean would use to get past the entity (possibly using Jack as the powerful being on their side) or would it be more of a ‘hey you can go back to sleep and everything will go back to normal’ kind of persuasion? I am leaning towards the second option….but again that’s just my own ideal path the story could go down.

Once the Empty entity is dealt with…Dean finds Castiel. How this happens, I literally can’t fathom. I am still a little at a loss of how the Empty truly works, so I am not sure if Dean could ‘walk around to find him’ as it were…or if Castiel could just be manifested in front of him….*shrugs* BUT if I had my way, I would love for Dean to have to call out to Cas somehow to find him. What I mean is that I would love to have Dean need to pray for Cas to return to him or for their profound bound to bring them naturally together (like it did in Purgatory earlier in the season). Like Dean could just think of how much he loves Cas and needs Cas and then suddenly…out of the ether…. manifesting and slowly walking towards him, is Castiel.

Castiel will not believe Dean is there, he will believe the Empty is taunting him again. Dean has to convince Cas that it is truly him…that he is here to rescue him. What I would love to hear from Dean would be something like this (I apologize for the following horribly corny dialogue, this is a quick run-through, not meant to be taken super seriously):

   Dean: It’s me, Cas. It’s really me. I’m here to take you back. You need to be with us, with Sam, with Jack…..with me. You’re family, Cas. You’re my family.

    Cas: Dean, I can’t leave. The Empty….

    Dean: I’ve dealt with the Empty.

    Cas: Dealt with the Empty…? Dean how….?

    Dean: Cas, please. Please, I…I don’t know if I can do this without you.

    Cas: Do what…?

 Dean: I don’t think I can do….life…without you….because I love you too, Cas. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say it but I do. I love you. I’ve known I loved you for years, I just never had the balls to admit it. You’ve seen me at my worst, over and over again and yet you never left me. You’ve put your ass on the line for me and Sam more times than we can even count. You were always the one with free will. The most out of all of us. You saved us, Cas. You saved the world. You saved me.

DEAN PUTS OUT HIS HAND, PALM UP.

CAS TAKES HIS HAND, DEAN PULLING CAS IN CLOSE, A HAND AROUND THE BACK OF CAS’ NECK.

DEAN KISSES CAS.

  Dean: So, I am here to grip you tight and bring you home.

Now this piece is just 100% my own selfish desire: It would be great if somewhere in the whole, Cas-leaving-the-Empty rescue that Cas must chose to become human. The Empty will tell Dean that sure, Cas can leave, but he cannot leave if he is still an angel….he needs to lose his grace. (Honestly, I just really want a human Cas by the end of the show…it just seems like that would be a wonderful full-circle way of wrapping up his story…choosing to live within the humanity he so loves.)

Okay on to the final scenes…..like I am talking the very final scenes, right before we cut to the black THE END title card.

I would love a final scene that involves Dean and Sam sitting on the hood of the Impala, discussing what they will do for the rest of their lives now that they are fully free of Chuck’s grasp. They are at a rocky beach (something like Oregon’s coastline) and the sky is clear and sun glints off of Baby’s shiny black paint. It’s about a week after defeating Chuck and getting Cas back. Dean asks Sam if he’s talked with Eileen at all. Sam will reply that they’ve been talking about getting together at her house for a few days, to get to know each other better. Dean will chuckle, make a joke about Sam’s sex life, but Sam will immediately get serious and ask if Dean will be okay with that plan. Will Dean be okay in the absence of his brother? Dean will think for a second…his eyes wandering off to where, off in the near distance, Castiel and Jack are out on the sandy part of the beach, smiles on both their faces as they have a conversation. Castiel is more relaxed than Dean’s seen in a long while, his trench coat, suit jacket and blue tie all abandoned in the trunk of the car….his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair a mess from the wind. Dean will smile and reply, eyes not leaving Castiel down on the beach, “Yeah, I think I’ll be just fine.”

Or ya-know....something like that.

Anyways….those are the ideas floating around in my head. Again, DO NOT take any of these as serious spec on the finale, I am honestly just having some fun imagining all the different scenarios that could happen.

Let me know your ideas for the finale if you’d like as well! I’d love to hear them and what you think would be the perfect ending to Supernatural.

[thedogsled]

You seem to be having a not a great day today, so here's a light-hearted ask. I'm having a good day, curled up in pjs with cuddly pets watching Leverage with my sister. Leverage is one of my favorite shows, because it's smart and fun and has great characters that grow over the seasons. Besides Supernatural, what's a show you really enjoy and why?

Thank you so much for the ask! I’m sorry I didn’t reply to it sooner, I’ve come down with a head cold and this is really the first day in several I’ve been able to compose more than a tweet about how much it sucks (swallowing = a knife jammed right into my inner ear, it’s super fun). But I did want to answer your question so I’ve been musing on it since your ask came in.

If it was just “what’s your favorite show right now” it’d be an easy answer: The Boys. The Boys, back to front, front to back, upside down and inside out. The first season was fantastic, and it felt like it woke me up to being excited about TV again after my interest in The Walking Dead waned mid-season. Everything new has seemed very plastic recently, and even The Mandalorian, which is super cool, is kind of like the Cartoon Network dub of Dragonball Z, so Disneyfied in its bloodlessness that although I’m enjoying it it feels even more synthetic as a result. The Boys was the opposite of that, and also just whoever invented Karl Urban, period, just deserves a nobel prize for that masterpiece. He pronounces twat wrong (okay okay it’s a dialect thing) but you can’t have everything =D

So instead (and because it’s cheating that I can pimp The Boys and wax lyrical about loves of old) I interpret your question as sort of like “Which show is your comfort food?” Which show do I go back to when I’m feeling like TV needs to give me a cuddle. I had a good think about it, because there’s a few…

(aside: I shouldn’t have put that gif in before I started writing. ahem.)

There’s been a few over the years, for sure. As a thirteen year old I used to watch and rewatch Buffy episodes, mostly season 2 (baby Spike!). At eighteen, it was old VHS of Deep Space Nine, my favorite ep was “Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night” which I watched repeatedly and think about constantly even today. 

But the show I keep coming back to is due South.

This post is a long post, it also deals with discourse (because my relationship to entertainment is so often mired in it, so please don’t proceed if you’re rather avoid it) and this is where it begins:

Okay, so fun fact: I watched due South the first time it aired with my parents (I was about 9) and then when it was on TV again as a repeat, I recorded it on VHS by RUSHING home every single day from school with nothing else on my mind but sitting on the floor two feet from the telly to watch it. Quantum Leap was on right after, and I had an entire different set of VHS tapes to record that on, so had to quickly switch between them. I’d stop recording at every break so that I could get more episodes on a tape. It’s not unsurprising to me now that both shows vibed with me as a young person who hadn’t yet really accepted that she was queer; due South’s main character is coded as Other both to the Americans whom he lives with, and his fellow Canadians, while Quantum Leap explores a straight white man jumping into the lives of Others, and living through them some of the hardest moments in their lives. Even though both keep it exceedingly, textually hetero, one has two men riding off into the snowy sunset together (leaving behind a straight lover to do so) and the other features a love between two men that in the original framing of the finale would have seen God/fate reconnecting the two of them even though one was lost in time, and the partner’s wife begging him to go.)

Of course young me didn’t give a shit about that, or didn’t realize that’s what she cared about. Young me loved the buddy-cop partnership of both shows. Young me liked the half-wolf, and the episodes where they ride horses, and honestly just waiting with bated breath to find out where Sam would jump to this time. “Oh boy!” Retrospectively, these shows (especially QL) are a lot more oh boy in a yikes context now than they used to be, but it’s good that shows age into yikes territory because it means that society is steadily advancing. Particularly, pointing out that these shows both feature white straight guys like…welcome to the nineties.

I was introduced to queer coding in part by watching due South. The show is laden with it. With writers, actors, and ultimately an executive producer who was all three, it makes you wonder if they would have gone there if they could; certainly the ending reads that way. They couldn’t, of course, because it was the nineties (and it was CBS that revived it after enormous international fan demand). Still, there was just nothing else analogous to what we have now that was going there on TV at the time. If you were queer (or discovering your queerness) then watching the show meant everything, as it did to me. So I snuggle up on the couch often these days and go back to that, because it gave me such joy, and because I was left with the opportunity to decide for myself how deep the relationship was. There was no promise of anything, because the context at the time was of course you can’t go there, nobody can go there. Queerbaiting was a word that simply hadn’t been breathed. There was no intent, no companies behind the curtain pulling strings going “Yes, make it more gay, we want those queer dollars”, just invested people slipping what they could past the studio censors.

Like this:

Sigh. A less enlightened time. =P (Incidentally fun meta here but this was after a conversation where Ray suggested that communication in a relationship should be intuitive, like breathing.)

So I guess in part I escape back there because none of that representation was ever as loaded as it is today. It doesn’t require me to judge it, or weigh it against the harm it does - because the politics of the time meant I thought it was doing good (retrospectively, and only through the lens of someone who had nothing to lose). It seemed to scream out into an unyielding universe to force it to move. It did a fraction of that, because of course it did. It was the nineties. It stole indigenous narratives and romanticized colonialism just as much as it beat the drum of environmentalism and kicked at the doors of corporate greed and racism. Old shows are inherently problematic. Today’s shows are too. Being able to examine them doesn’t mean not loving them, but it lets you say “Okay, so what do I expect from the things I watch today? What do I expect from the things I watch in five years time?”

All that aside, the show is just damn good. It’s watchable and rewatchable. It struggles to age because it was already so out of pace with the age it was made in–despite its flaws in representation, it was better than other shows at the time that demonized, tokenized, or outright killed minorities to push white narratives on their own shows (Kendra being murdered on Buffy, for example). It’s standalone enough that you can go back and watch any episode you like because overarching story arcs were way less of a staple as they are today.  It’s witty, fast paced, full of action and moral dilemma, do gooding and the consequences of it. Although still severely unbalanced, and very, very white, it did still have indigenous actors playing indigenous characters, and minorities portrayed in stories about them. There’s a dog. There’s classic cars. And it’s all put to the soundtrack of Canadian bands and singers. 

tl;dr ahead for rambling about subtext and being a disaster queer, but please scroll past for more gifs.

Queer me needed this show, in a world where I’d been taught to look and see myself in straight white male protagonists, it felt like A Lot to see all this on screen. It wasn’t, but it was all I got when I was growing up. I envy the good fortune of kids who can see themselves on screen these days while they try and figure themselves out (and hopefully more so in the future) with far less of having to negotiate through the confusion of looking at it through confusing fractals of different lenses and instead just see someone who looks like them showing them that their POV is normal, heroic and wonderful. Those lenses fucked me up big time. Like I’m not even sure right now what flavor of queer I am. I cling to bi like a lifeline of sense in my life, but it is complicated because I overwhelmingly desire the company of women way way more. But also I was was taught to look through the lens of a white dude in order to see myself universally, taught to be both desirous of the female body and humiliated by it, ashamed by sex, taught men were awful, and taught that I was supposed to marry one anyway. I look at my sexuality/romanticism like it’s a meta puzzle that I haven’t figured out yet, wondering how to put it on paper, how to break apart the different influences I experienced as a youngling and as an adult to try and negotiate if I’m misreading my own impulses. How I was brought up, who I’ve known, the relationships I’ve experienced and seen in real life and on TV. I’m 34 and I’m still no more certain. Subtext is both my friend and my enemy. I hate it, and I owe everything to it.

So when I need a rest from giving a shit about any of that noise, I go back to my comfort food. I go right back to subtext, which gave me the tools I needed to desire romance that wasn’t heterosexual, that somehow was more intimate because it relied on longing stares and never stepping foot out of the closet, that was just someone liking another person without any expectation of sex just because they have opposing genitals, and their colleagues hassle them a lot. There’s nothing wrong with the sex, I write a lot of consommation of the feelings that I see bubbling under the surface. I have even grown to appreciate het romance when it’s done in a way that doesn’t reduce the woman to a love interest–I was thrilled when Simon Baker’s Patrick Jane got together with Teresa Lisbon in The Mentalist. Their relationship was filled with subtext too. Subtext isn’t a queer thing, it has a role in all well written romance. Hell, it has a role in terriblebad tropey misogynistic romance, too. And just you know basically all storytelling (and more). 

Queer romance existing only in the subtext, though? It’s heartbreaking explicitly because it feels like a story that isn’t finished, and that’s where subtext reliant shows can hand off the story to be finished by fandom itself. In due South, as I mentioned before, Ray and Fraser jump into a dogsled and ride off over the snowy horizon to “Find the hand of Franklin, reaching for the Beaufort sea”. It’s where I chose my meta name, as I’ve mentioned before, because that ending - that ending - handed us all the subtext so far and said “Here, take it, it’s yours now. Do with it what you like”–and we did. But that was twenty years ago. I loved that ending (I still think it was a very elegant solution) and it was expected and appropriate for a show that in itself is a “Faves Are Problematic” show, but that’s also why I get so passionate about discussing the subtext in Supernatural.

It’s younger than due South. While it may have begun back when Willow from Buffy had her first girlfriend, it is ending now, not at the turn of the century where a dogsled was still good enough to get the point across and none of us had Twitter. My own experiences, my lifelong queer confusion make it so I feel pretty damn bad for people trying to use Supernatural as a medium for their own self-exploration, using characters from SPN as their lenses. A show these days that makes bank on those tropes and doesn’t inform its audience (positively or negatively) is doing so irresponsibly because of the modern context in which the show presently (not historically) sits, and the increasing awareness of the issues surrounding it. Networks, then, are ultimately responsible for that, but they are in a way which is entirely different and far more directly culpable than they were 20 years ago, because people are out there making money out of those intentional subtextual devices. They chose to do it; took a deep breath and backed right up away from Gamble’s problematic queerbashing tropes, chewed it over, then hired gay writers and dived right back in with more grown up, progressive, and less shitty subtext–but still subtext. 

This show that ended 20 years ago was able to cross way more lines with subtext in one episode than Supernatural has done sometimes in an entire season. It did so despite and because of it’s international audience, on a conservative network that would late purchase Paramount, and Star Trek, and ended with a powerfully subtextual ending. Supernatural, of course, is under a far more powerful microscope from the bigots than those oblivious to subtext back in the 90s could have ever produced. due South, like SPN was just “wholesome family entertainment” to a conservative audience that was completely oblivious by all accounts, yet was laden heavily with queer innuendo. It was also blissfully short, and existed in a social media world which consisted of Yahoo groups and not much else. 

In modern context, Supernatural gets a fox in the henhouse treatment from that same audience, and acts accordingly (when it’s not using that same subtext to deliver earnest Fuck You’s to that audience). While I expect Supernatural to bravely - even considering this scrutiny - deliver a dogsled subtextual ending on a good day, there are bad days, too, because the queer subtext has been underlined so loudly that everyone can see it, because it’s “practically text”, because the bottom line is increasingly more concerned with satisfying those bigots (even while they mock them), and because queer fans are “too loud” about what they want. How dare they. /s The pushback caused by being loud about things you care about, the bigots actually seeing subtext in front of their noses, isn’t bad because now they know what we’ve been doing all along, and we won’t be able to get away with it any more; it means they’re becoming more aware of narratives other than their own. Yes, some people will push back, but “when you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression”, and they can shove it right up their asses.

All I ever ask of myself when I interrogate my present day viewing experience, is this: when I sat as a youngster watching due South thinking “This subtextual ending is enough for me”, did I truly believe it was okay to be watching a show about two white guys with a subtextual ending 20 years later? Was that the future I dreamed of and aspired to? Would I be disappointed? The answer is yes, I am disappointed. No matter the whys, the fundamental and societal reasons–I am disappointed. I still love the show probably more than I should, but I am disappointed in the society it sits in - which is increasingly capitulating to far more powerful global financial powers than a couple of red state homophobes - and I’m disappointed in the way we’re treating each other for even caring, and I’m disappointed in myself, too, for being naive and imagining we would be much further down this road now than we are. But we are a capitalistic society, and being both the commodity and the customer should be a surprise to literally nobody at this point. It doesn’t mean you have to like it.

And if you don’t feel that way, that’s okay. We all come from different places. We have different perspectives. We need and want different things, for different reasons, and find joy in different things for different reasons. Variety of opinion is as much a wonderful thing as it is completely terrifying.

I’ve wandered somewhat off topic, so I’m going to go back to the show I love, my chocolate pudding and custard comfort food TV show, and the long stares and the beautiful uncomplicated subtext.

And sign off with half a dozen gifs.

Eye fucking:

Conversations in closets and bathrooms:

Going down with the ship

Intuitively understanding each other without a word spoken

His hobbies humiliate me in public

“Do you find me attractive?”

Sulking in the corridor while you reunite with your ex

This whole ep with original Ray:

And his wolf approving of both

Not pictured “I love you” “And I you”, “Get out of the closet”, actual hand holding when it’s unnecessary, formally handcuffing your buddy, getting stuck in an ice crevasse and a mini submarine together–and so so much more. I invite you to watch the show if you can find it (I have it on a really nice set of DVDs, but there’s some dodgy ones out there that look like they recorded the DVD straight off a VHS, so do check reviews) or else try and find it online. There was a Canada promoting YouTube channel which published both due South and shows like Slings and Arrows, which I recommend as well (It’s not actually bury your gays if the ghost of your gay best friend haunts you, right?) so you should be able to poke around and find a legit copy somewhere. I’ve bigged it up and talked it down, and wandered a long way off topic (that describes my relationship with every show, but especially when I recommend them) but I hope somewhere along the line I also answered the question. The way I hear it Leverage is a similar sort of comfort food, though I haven’t seen it. Sounds like I should put it on my To Watch list.

[ghosty-schnibibit]

new graduation liveblog! woohoo! *\_^o^_/*

i have almost completely forgotten what happened last ep, likely as a consequence of marathoning through a second listen of tma in two weeks;;;

i’ll figure it out as i go lol, on with the episode!

jesus i forgot how absolutely fucking bonkers this intro was

it's been a couple weeks for me too trav, the refresh is appreciated

someone please draw fitzroy in a link costume, i beg of you

argo brought limes lmao

fish jerky???

clint why has your audio been so shite the last five episodes, it's like the mic is just deciding to fade in and out of its own accord

i'm choosing to think of that nat 20 as going towards the growing friendship between argo and fitz, so not that much of a waste lol

firbolg my sweet son i have no idea what you just said

i love argo so much, thank you for facilitating organic backstory info

oh my boy :'(

aww fitzroy my poor baby :'(

dendra? like rhododendron? is mom the elf then?

"i remember the good gum" fitzroy this is so sad

HOT MINT

oh argo, my poor boy

pfffff, travis this is wonderful dming

fitzroy is me talking to any cat

i am loving this development

... isn't it pronounced like ick-or?

"i'm your little jerky boy!" f i t z r o y

ian, spelled e*h~y*i~a*h~n*n

yes maybe do an insight check

welp, that didn't go too great lmao

clint i cannot hear you at all bud please fix your microphone

so whoever summoned the imps to the hospital is keeping tabs on the gang and wants to keep them from investigating anything, good to know

"i am just a pawn in game of life" mood

ilu ian the cheese imp

i need to go back through my twitter likes and find travis's map

well that's not great :|

"i will not fuck with spider" a wise choice mr. firbolg

the lines between firbolg and justin are blurring and i love it

justin has lost his entire shit lol

argo my sweet boy ilu so much

the good rolls are back :D

bleeeh

jesus christ argo

nice! go firbolg!

GRIP IT AND RIP IT!!!

oh fun, that's a new one :o

fitzroy my dipshit son i love you so much

argo has spells????? oh right water genasi!

oh clint, you really are not meant to be a spell caster my guy

and from the heavens, merle highchurch smiles down in approval at this utterly batshit plan

just watch now there'll be fire in another room

what in the world is this spell fitz

... did they skip room four or was that just room four? i am confused

wouldn't it be prudent to maybe investigate why the imps have avoided this room???

i just got the worst vicarious bad texture feeling of my life, fuck cotton balls, i hate them so much

well that was badass

"be like the wind my boy" i love snippers with my entire heart

... clint where did you hear the word pie???

IT'S THE SEEING EYE HAWK FROM THE BAR

i am very intrigued to see what is up with this nice brouch

"i want a lollipop" me too fitz me too

... why does he want the mercury??? what are you planning justin

green ones are very good

argo why do you need arsenic

yes maybe take a health kit

another week of no ad break??? wtf is going on, i am worried

SNEAK ATTACK

argo is just murdering the shit out of so many imps

it was ick-or in balance, it can be eye-cor in graduation lmao

WELL THAT'S BAD

what the fuck is a chain devil? oh fuck i've googled it and it looks creepy as shit

jesus argo has just been wrecking shop this entire time, damn

now's a good time to burn it to be fair

months??? is what the fuck

i have a strong feeling that this guy is absolutely bluffing 

yup, called it, there we go

HADOUKEN

nice! go fitz :D

doesn't tie go to the hitter?

oh fuck, this guy is beefy

awww, best buddies c:

fitzroy loves his buddies and wants to protect them

oh that's fine! that's okay! not a bad chaos roll

well that was a good move

nice! go firbolg buddy :D

i do not know what this reference is travis

this guy has gotta go down soon

that was the softest and most put upon sigh from travis

well this battle has taken a sudden very bad turn

NICE! go argo :D

god damn, the dnd gods have decided clint gets all the best rolls to make up for "the late merle highchurch rolled a five"

jesus griffin

loving all the ice themed spells this ep

well this is quite bad!!!

travis please don't kill my favorite boy

thank goodness

JESUS FUCK THIS IS GOING TO TPK THEM

oh thank fucking god firbolg

yes, give them a place to chill out, these poor boys

that was so bad travis, ilu but these are so bad

buckminster!!!

.... huh. okay. so buckminster's being charmed, this is very bad.

you're looking for enchantment there fitz

so it just ends there????? travis why must you do this to me

end of episode thoughts: 

i am extremely worried for my boys, especially fitzroy. getting such a stark reminder that bad things are happening to the people around them in the last four minutes of what was otherwise a fairly lighthearted episode really threw me for a loop, but in a way that makes me eager to see what travis has planned.

see you guys again soon!

[a-knightinsourarmor]

Small Trouble | SPN Fanfic

This is old @castiellover20. It's been long since I wrote a fic. I hope I am back.

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Words: 4,257

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Deaged!Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Summary: Castiel got cursed and he turned into a child. Things were supposed to be easy for him, but he is the one to suffer the most.

Notes: I wanna thank @experimentzero for editing this fic. Thanks a lot!

Castiel was a really serious child. A damn serious child. When the angel turned to this small five-year old kid, Dean thought, or hoped, that Cas would be a cheerful, excited, energetic child that would make their lives difficult. But that just wasn't the case. Cas was the most serious, quiet, and calm child that Dean had ever seen. Yes, the hunter knew that Cas remembered everything about his past, which was quite unpleasant, but a kid should have no worries right? Enjoy the present. Jump around, yell and scream, play games. Cas wasn't like that. Cas was ever normal.

It was a witch hunt that Dean and Sam had planned, and Castiel decided to join them. The witch was too damn powerful. Some would say almost as powerful as Rowena was, not that he wanted to find out for sure. The witch had them coughing blood on the ground in seconds, with only Cas being able to escape from her spell and run after her. All Dean knew was that, according to Cas, he managed to cut her deeply-that was also why he and Sam weren't under her spell anymore- and then she said something in Latin, a spell of some kind that seemingly removed his grace. A spell to make him a small kid, a human kid.

Dean had found Cas, almost an hour later, curled up into a ball, into his now large shirt, crying, scared. If Dean hadn't seen the trench coat thrown close to Cas and the blue tie loose around him, he would think he was a random lost child. Cas was crying so hard that he couldn't even talk to him. “Cas?” Dean had asked, only to get a loud whimper and the kid to look into Dean's eyes.Yup, it was him. He recognized those bright, blue eyes anywhere. Dean picked him up carefully, only to notice that Cas' shirt was wet, and not only by his tears. The embarrassment in his eyes said it all. The hunter just kissed his forehead and reassured him everything would be fine as they returned to the car to make their way to the bunker. Sam was driving this time.

Cas later told them everything and how scared he was they wouldn't ever find him. How he didn't remember their phone numbers and how he wouldn't find them with their fake names even if he managed to find a grown up. He told them how he felt scared for the first time. How dark the night was, how big the bugs suddenly seemed, and how cold he felt.

Dean could understand the small angel's feelings. After all, he was a kid once. However, Cas hadn't. According to him, Castiel was a grown up angel in less than three days. He had told him that before the world was corrupted, the angels had some kind of physical form and that he was a kid for three days. Not that it mattered. Cas wasn't an angel kid, he was human now. And no matter how hard he and Sam would try and find the witch, she had gotten away. There was no way to reverse the spell. Not even Rowena knew how to reverse it. The deaging spell was older than she could remember.

And here they were, stuck with the most serious kid in creation. Dean felt like he was going to lose it. He knew that kids like Cas existed. Kids that seemed all thoughtful and worried. But these kids were mostly coming from a family with strict parents. Parents that didn't seem to even want to have kids. Parents that yelled and screamed. Sam could have been that kid if he hadn't Dean. But Dean was a GREAT parent. He was always good with kids. Always up to make them laugh, always up to make up games and fairytales. Always up to make everyone have the time of their lives. But nothing worked with Cas.

“What is he? Depressed? He can't be. He is a kid, he shouldn't feel any worry. It's not natural. I tell him to play, to buy some ice cream, and he tells me he wants to sleep! Freaking sleep!” Dean said, frustrated, one day. He couldn't take it anymore. “I know he's still Cas, but I can't make him happy even in that form?” Dean said obviously hurt.

“You need to calm down, Dean. I know it's hard but you have to accept that he is who he is. Be thankful he has a toy that he's attached to,” Sam said staring at his laptop.

“Yeah, thank God. I took him to the damn store and he didn't want any toy. Not anyone at all, until we found this bee plushie. At least we know he likes something. Bees”

“Yeah, and you bought him all the stupid stuff you found that had bees on it. Clothes, sheets, even pens that had bees. Suddenly the bunker has turned to black and yellow," Sam chuckled.

Dean couldn't help but laugh. “Well yeah, I am worried for the guy. He has been through a lot lately and now this?” he shrugged.

“Dean, you stuck bee stickers all over the place! That's too much, even for him!” Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes.

After some time being quiet, Dean sighed. “At least, he follows rules and we won't have to worry for his safety. But dude... I gotta tell you something. Promise not to laugh, and don't tell him I told you”. Sam nodded and Dean just took a deep breath, thinking about how to say it. “I want you to look on the internet about why he may be wetting his bed. He does it every night.” Dean said with a sad sigh.

Sam seemed confused. “Isn't that normal?” he asked.

“No dude! He's not three, he's five. And surely every night is not a good sign,” Dean mumbled as he stretched his hands. “Look for it and tell me later. I am taking him for a walk” he said as he stood up. “I don't think his mood is that bad. He doesn't seem to enjoy things that much, but he doesn't cry either. He hasn't cried since we found him, even when he fell off the furniture," he said worriedly as he left the room.

Dean knocked on Cas' door as he walked in, only to see the tiny angel rushing back to his bed, as if he was hiding something. Castiel held his bee tight and returned his attention back on the TV, acting like he hasn't seen Dean. “What are you planning to do, little guy?” Dean smirked.

Castiel blushed darkly and bowed his head, moving his small legs anxiously. “I wanted t-to take the chocolate from the fridge” he lied as he gave the hunter a small, innocent smile.

Dean seemed confused. Castiel never tried to sneak out to get some chocolate when he was told not to. The fact he wanted to do something... So normal for a kid, made him feel a little relieved. “Since when you do things behind my back, little guy?” Dean said with a giggle as he sat next to him. Cas was watching Scooby Doo again. “How many times will you watch all the episodes all over?” he teased.

Castiel smiled and made space for Dean. Castiel smiled. That was... Impressive. “I am sorry, I just really wanted to eat some chocolate, after this ep-pisode that Scooby Doo eat-ed the many many chocolates,” Castiel said with a big giggle. “I like these,” he mumbled, holding his bee plushie more tight.

Castiel giggled. Another surprise. Except the fact he wanted to steal some candy from the kitchen. “Next time, just ask me.” he said petting his head and the small kid just nodded. “Wanna go for a walk?” he softly asked.

“Yes,” replied Cas. He sighed and forced his biggest smile.

Cas had said "yes," just like that. Without complaining. Another shocking thing. “Alright, let's take your bee and go? Wanna go get some burgers and ice cream?" Dean asked. "Damn Cas, I am too good with you, but it's good you like something healthy at least, like honey.” he teased.

“Ice cream is healthy too. It's milk...” he whispered as he held his bee. “Bzz likes the idea. And he wants e-tra honey in his ice cream, please,” he said with a begging look.

Okay. Something was wrong. The little angel had named the bee? And with such a stupid name? ‘Bzz’? Until now, he was calling it just bee? And he was asking freely about extra ice cream without questioning if he was too demanding? Dean was worried, yet happy to think that Cas might have started getting used to be a kid and let himself enjoy it for as long as it lasted. “Extra honey for Bzz,” said dean, laughing, as he carried Cas with a big spin to the car. “My little super-angel, going to get some honey,” he said softly, only to get more laughs from Cas.

The drive was also weird. Cas was mumbling a stupid kid's song Dean had on the radio for him to listen. He smiled to himself as he relaxed. Maybe the wet nights meant nothing. Maybe Cas was starting to accept the situation.

As he got with the angel to the restaurant, he helped him sit on his lap. He always loved to sit on his lap, no matter how ashamed he felt about it. He ordered for them two burgers with potatoes at first as he played with Castiel's small fingers, just to get another laugh. That was when Castiel looked up at him with these big, blue eyes. “Can I go play?” he asked as he stared at the very few kids playing to a corner of the store, probably hide and seek. Dean opened his eyes widely and nodded. He set him on the ground and watched him rush to the place the kids were. He swallowed anxiously. This was starting to get too much, and honestly too fast. Could Cas... Lose his identity to the spell? Turn to a normal five year old kid and forget what it was like to be the dorky, serious angel he was? He sighed as he texted Sam to keep searching for the cure, because something was starting to feel wrong.

He watched Cas carefully as he stood between those kids. The food arrived but he kept standing there, trying to figure out what was happening. Cas wasn't playing obviously. He was standing there, keeping some distance from the kids as the kids seemed to talk to him. Then one of them, the bigger one, walked closer to Cas and grabbed Castiel's bee, dragging it away from him. Dean knew this wasn't good. Instinctively he jumped from his seat, wanting to get it back for him. But it wasn't right. Not now. The angel should have the right to have some independence.

He knew Castiel wouldn't give it to him, no matter what. Cas wasn't letting that bee free from his hands. Dean had really struggled to convince him to let it go even when he was taking a bath, because ‘the bee didn't know how to hold its breath underwater’. So it was a big deal someone took it from him.

Cas said something that Dean couldn't hear, and then the kids started laughing. He kept talking, and suddenly, all of them stopped. Then he moved to take back his bee from the boy's hands, but the other pushed him and Cas fell. Castiel groaned in pain, since he had recently hit his knee. He just stood up, and he returned to Dean's lap. Without his bee. Having the most sad look on his face.

“What happened?” Dean said, trying to hide his anger.

“They said I am too big to have a bee, and laughed... Called me a baby.” Castiel said with a sad tone.

“And why didn't you take it back?” Dean asked.

“I don't hit humans. Not small kids, at least.” Castiel simply said. Well, that was his Cas. That was his angel. “Dean, is my name stupid?” Castiel asked with the same sad look as he looked into Dean's eyes.

“No, Cas, you have a beautiful name. Why?”

“They said it's weird like me.”

“And what did you say?”

“That I like it. And they said my p-parents must be stupid to name me that.”

“And what did you say?”

“That I don't have parents. I tried to take it back, but no violence” he sighed, bowing his head. Feeling humiliated. "Then the mean one pushed me," he continued.

Dean stared at the kids, as they used Castiel's adorable bee as a ball, kicking it around. Dean felt anger boiling inside him. Now he understood all the mothers that were screaming to protect their kids. He placed Cas on the seat, as he went where the boys were and he grabbed the bee immediately. The poor thing had gotten dirty. “If you dare bother him again, I will have a talk with your parents.” he only said as he returned to Castiel with the bee. He held it out for Cas to grab, and Cas took it quickly. Castiel hugged it tightly, and even if Dean was slightly disgusted, he smiled that the angel seemed to be happy again.

“Thank you, Dean” Castiel whispered.

Then, Dean cut the burger in small pieces for him, and fed it to him, knowing that Cas enjoyed it more than he would admit. He still was worried for Castiel's mood before. This childish mood the angel didn't normally have. “Cas, why did you want to go play?” Dean asked, only to get the boy to shrug and stare away. He should probably ask later. And that's what he did. He bought him some ice cream, he carried him to the car and drove home. Cas had returned to his normal mood. Not talking much. Seem to be thinking most of the time, and not showing much emotion. Dean was relieved.

Dean walked into the bunker, carrying the small angel in his hands. He loved to hear Cas giggle. He laid to the bed with him on his arms, laughing. “You liked the walk we had?” he asked, Castiel nodding with a big smile on his face. Now was the time to ask.

“Cas... What happened today? I know you. I know that something was weird today...” he said. He didn't have the time to finish his sentence and he saw the angel cry. He didn't know what was wrong. “Cas? Cas? Hey, buddy, please, what's wrong?” he worriedly said.

Castiel buried his face in his hands as he kept crying. “You ssssaid I am not n-nowmaw” Castiel stuttered and Dean just held him close, not understanding.

“Normal? When?”

“I heawd you! You talked to Sam! You said I am weiwd” Castiel mumbled as he kept crying. Dean started to understand. Was it when he talked to Sam? Did he listen to them? That was why he rushed back to his bed when Dean walked into his room?

“Were you eavesdropping?”

Castiel just nodded. He felt ashamed but he had heard everything. “I make you sad”

“You don't Cas. I was just worried... Because even as a kid, you were too much like... You... That's all... I prefer you as you are Cas. I love you the way you are... You scared the hell out of me... Was this all an act? Because I started getting worried you were becoming... Too much of a kid” he said, rubbing Castiel's back.

Castiel looked up, with his red eyes from crying. “I... wanted you not to worry... Be a kid...” he sniffed.

Dean sighed relieved and kept holding him close. “Cas, I didn't want that. I was just worried... But it's you, and I love you as who you are... You don't have to act like a kid... You don't have to steal candy, or give stupid names to your bee, or play with kids... My serious baby angel is already perfect” Dean chuckled only to get another whimper from the boy. “What's wrong?”

“I liked the name Bzz... This was not an act...” Castiel whimpered and Dean couldn't help but laugh. That was a big mistake. Castiel looked up confused and offended, he gave a small push at Dean's shoulder and then smiled softly, feeling much better. “Bzz is a cute name”

“Yeah, Cas,” Dean softly said as he kissed the top of his head.

“And for telling Sam for my bed a-accidents, you owe me a big, big ice cream”

“I sure do. Now brush your teeth and tell me when you go to bed,” Dean sighed as he left the room, with a small smile on his face.

Dean walked into the library, looking to find Sam. “Have you slept at all?” Dean said,raising an eyebrow. Sam was in the same position he had left him. Sam just rolled his eyes and looked at his brother.

“I searched what you told me... I didn't find anything interesting” he admitted. “Kids usually wet their beds when they move to a new place, or they are in a stressful situation...”

“So its psychological?” Dean asked and Sam nodded. “Or he is drinking too much water before going to sleep,” Sam said as he shrugged.

“Don't be stupid!” Dean groaned as he gave a pat at the others shoulder. He wasn't pleased with the answer. He just returned to the little angel's room, to find Cas laying and waiting for him. “Did you brush your teeth?” he asked.

The angel gave a nod. Dean would never doubt Cas' words. Even as a kid. He sat at the edge of the bed giving a kiss at the kid's forehead. “Goodnight,” Castiel whispered. Dean nodded and walked out, leaving the door cracked open. He usually closed it, but since Castiel's lamp had broken, he thought Cas would want some light getting into his room.

A few hours had past, Dean had a few beers in the kitchen, while searching to a book of spells for any reaging spell. There was nothing. And that was it. He went to return to his room, but on his way past Castiel's room, he heard him crying.

He didn't enter. Not to grab the angel and tell him everything was alright or ask if he had a nightmare. He just stayed at the door, peeking inside at the angel, curled into a ball, crying with his eyes closed. A few minutes later the crying stopped. That was when Dean entered and checked Castiel's bed. It was wet. So that was it? Was Castiel having nightmares? How didn't he know that? Was it because he always had the door closed, and couldn't hear him? He sighed softly, as he kissed the small angel's head and carefully placed him to his bed, while he changed the sheets. Next time he would leave the door open, or sleep in the room with him. Try to see what was wrong and why he had never asked for help in the middle of the night.

Castiel woke up the next morning, staring at his bed. He was sure he had wet his bed again. He thought he must have been dreaming and let it go. He joined Dean in the kitchen, giving him a small forced smile as Dean made him breakfast. “Hey,” he whispered. Dean placed a plate full of eggs and bacon in front of him. Sam walked in too with a sleepy face.

“You are going to kill him, with all this fat,” Sam sighed.

“Said the most responsible parent in the world,” Dean grumbled as he served Sam and himself the same. “I had a strange dream last night,” Dean said. “It was a horrible one... It seemed too real... It was like I was in hell again” Dean said, giving Castiel a weird look.

Sam seemed confused. “Since when do you talk about things like this?” he asked.

“I am just saying. It has been a long time since I had this nightmare," Dean said. Castiel didn't react at all. He just heard them, and he kept eating. “Do you have any weird dreams Cas? Since you are human now?” the hunter asked.

Castiel had his mouth full and just shook his head. “No” he said after he swallowed. “I don't dream at all”

“That's weird. Don't you dream about unicorns and stuff?” Dean chuckled, while Sam looks confused.

“No, I don't. And unicorns don't exist anymore,” Castiel said, still focused on his food. Dean and Sam stared at each other after hearing the word ‘anymore’, not knowing how to respond.

“So, do you see like... Happy stuff? About us, or villages made of chocolate or whatever? You are a human kid, Cas, you should be having dreams,” Dean said.

“I don't!” Castiel said with a loud voice, his eyes getting wet suddenly. He dropped the spoon, held his bee tight and left the kitchen, heading back to his bedroom.

“That was weird,” Sam sighed.

“You're telling me,” Dean said. He decided to leave the angel alone for now.

A few hours later, after both of the brothers finished their food and Dean washed the dishes, the older brother knocked on Castiel's door. The small angel was watching TV. “This is going to rot your brain,” Dean chuckled.

“You watched a lot too when you were small” Castiel said with a shrug, as he kept his eyes on tv.

Dean jumped to Cas' bed, and held him close, making Cas sit on his lap. “Wanna watch Frozen? You'll loooove Olaf!” Dean smiled. “I am into Elsa, so you know,” he smirked and Castiel nodded.

“I want popcorn too” the angel said shyly.

“It's a deal!” Dean laughed as he grabbed the boy in his arms and carried him to the kitchen to make lots of popcorn with him.

After the movie was over, Castiel was peacefully sleeping on Dean's arms. Dean couldn't help but smile. They had already watched 'Frozen', and all of the 'Toy Story' movies. So he was happy to see Cas that relaxed again. He laid him in his bed and for the first time, he decided to sleep with him, and try to see what's wrong.

He closed his eyes too, and after a few minutes, he was fast asleep. They were both tired and it was really late. But Dean suddenly felt a small hand holding him tight and that was when he opened his eyes. Castiel was crying again. He was crying hard. He had his eyes closed and he was clinging to him, wanting to be held. Dean hugged his small body, immediately, not understanding what was actually wrong. “Cas, hey, what you saw, it wasn't real. I am here. You had a nightmare buddy” Dean said and could already feel how wet the sheets were. “Hey, you don't have to be so scared. I'm right here, right next to you,” Dean said softly. But Castiel kept crying, holding Dean's index finger tight, as he was hiccuping and trying to calm down.

“I d-don't w-want them to h-huwt you!” Castiel managed to stutter.

“Hey, no one is going to hurt us, Cas. What do you mean? What did you see?” Dean calmly said, giving small kisses to the boy's forehead.

It took a few minutes of Castiel was panting and sweating, but slowly started to calm down. When he could talk again, he looked up at Dean, feeling so ashamed. “She will hurt you... I see her... The times she... Was in my head... And I am small and have no... No powers or wings... And can't protect you... And she... She is mean...” Castiel said, stuttering.

Dean immediately understood it was about Naomi. That bitch had hurt Cas more than Dean imagined. And if she wasn't dead, he would have made her pay for this. “We are safe Cas. We know how to protect ourselves and how to protect you. You don't need to protect us. Let us protect you and keep you safe for once.”

Castiel shook his head with a small whimper and Dean sighed. “What do you see… in your nightmares?” Dean asked.

“The stuff... She makes me forget... And the stuff I did” Castiel said, ready to cry again.

“Hey buddy, calm down, okay? It wasn't you that did all these things. The real you is nice, and soft. The real you is amazing. You are kind and caring, and emotional and always ready to help, no matter the cost. You are selfless, and generous. More than you think. Cas, what she made you do, it doesn't matter. What matters is how many times you saved us, how much you care and what relationships you built here,” Dean said, just feeling uncomfortable to talk about all these but knowing how much Castiel needed to hear that. Especially in the mind of a kid. “Everything is going to be alright, okay?” he smiled, and Castiel nodded. “Is that alright for me to sleep with you, from now on? Help you with your nightmares?” and Castiel nodded again. Dean couldn't help but smile and held the boy close to him, as Cas buried his face to Dean's shirt. Castiel whispered a small “Thank you”not sure if saying “I love you” would mean the same thing, and that was when he fell asleep.

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[theshirbertstory]

Season 3 Ep 8

reaction and thoughts

once again I write this while journeying home, so that I can start watching immediately

IT’S THE EPISODE WHERE THEY SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER AT MS STACY’S AAAH

this is long and unfiltered with lots of emotions so beware hah

okay here we go:

KA’KWET MY POOR GIRL I SEE YOU. did she run away? TELL ME SHE’S SAFE. THE BARREL. they gave guns? GUNS? she hit the kid. poor kid. She manages to leave, aah thank god.

The Anne and Diana encounter is so sad and they’re avoiding each other

THE SCHOOL. OH WAIT THE SCHOOL. IT DID BURN DOWN after all. all the kids are so sad. stupid cowARDLY MEN.

she’s running?...to Mrs. Lynde. but did she have anything to do with it? OH WAIT SHES BREAKINF DOWN NO. yes Mrs. Lynde go after them

Ka’kwet! I have such a bad feeling about this. please don’t let her be caught.

Bash’s mother aaww. I kinda like her already.

THEY'RE AT MISS STACY’S YES. Ruby and Moodyyyy are cute. GILBERT AND ANNE. HE ASKED FOR HER PEN AAAH.

THEY'RE HAVING AN INTELLECTUAL CONVERSATION AND IM HERE FOR IT AAAH.

are you going to the Sorbonne? IS THAT FORESHADOWING? WHAT IF HE DOES

Marilla and Mrs. Lynde are an iconic duo. HAVE I MENTIONED I LIKE MRS. LACROIX? wait do I? she’s kinda nice

BEING ROMANTIC? WITH WINNIFRED NOT ANNE. HOLD UP LEMME WATCH THIS IN SILENCE.

ANNE IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE THROUGHOUT THIS. AAAH AANNEE.

Diana is waiting. For Jerry? aaah I hope she fixes things.

I TAKE IT ALL BACK. DIANA NOOOOO. JERRY MY POOR BOI DONT TAKE IT TO HEART. D I A N A ?? WHO ARE YOUU.

Aunt Josephine, thank god. IS SHE GONNA HELP DIANA? lol her parents are so taken aback

SHE IS HELPING HER. YES. DIANA TAKE THE EXAMS. of course she’s not listening to her. at least Aunt Jo is doing her part. DIANA YOU BETTER LISTEN TO HER.

The Lacroix-Blythe family scene is sad and funny at the same time. It’s sad that she thinks she’s meant to act like that. Great now Bash is sad too.

I can’t tell how I feel about this episode.

ITS EXAM DAAAAYYYY. LOOK AT MARILLA AND MATTHEW BEING SO SUPPORTIVE

Ka’kwet. I’m so scared. So so scared.

The Barrys look uncomfortable. IS SHE GOING FOR THE EXAM? She better be.

love all these nervous children they’re so cute. Jane is me during exam days. YES DIANA.

ANNE DOESNT HAVE A PEN. GILBERT TOOK HER PEN.

Mrs. Lynde said damn hah.

WHY ARE BASH AND MISS STACY TOGETHER. NO. THIS BETTER NOT BE WHAT WE THOUGHT IT WAS. I have mixed feelings. No. Yes. NO. NO.

Are the kids celebrating? THEY'RE GRADUATED. THE LITTLE BABIES ARE GRADUATED.

at Winifred’s? what so she is rich of course. SORBONNE. IM TELLING YOU HES GONNA BE GIVEN AN OPPORTUNITY TO GO

wait. Or maybe he’ll realize what he has with Winifred is considered serious and he’ll run away.

WE HAVE A FLAT. WINNE LIKES PARIS? BLESSINGS? BLESSINGS NO.

hakdbjwe why is Gilbert still sitting there

are the kids drunk? but they’re having so much fun. WHO LET THEM DRINK lol. They’re so tiny :(

IS THAT GILBERT? THAT'S GILBERT. Anne’s doing a weird laugh hah

SLOW MOTION. WAIT. SHHH EVERYONE SSHHH

YOU GUYS. I PUT DOWN MY PHONE FOR THIS. YOU GUYS

IT HAPPENED

IT HAPPENED. WHAT'S HOLDING YOU BACK

AAAANEEEE. YOU ARE. YOU.

SHE WAS SO CONFUSED. BUT SHE DIDNT TELL HIM WHAT SHE FEELS.

YOU GUYS

G u y S

AAAH

HED PRACTICING TO PROPOSE. NO NO. NOT WINIFRED.

parallels. there’s parallels.

HES HOLDING A RING AND SHES HOLDING THE DICTIONARY. AT LEAST THE DICTIONARY CAME BACK

She’s asking aunt jo. AUNT JO I LOVE HER.

‘He asked if I love her and I asked to marry someone else?’

GUYS WHAT IF GILBERT ALREADY ASKS WINNIE BEFORE ANNE APPROACHES HIM

Anne having an existential crisis is so relatable. ALTHOUGH I hope this talk doesn’t make her think she should let him go

Yes WHAT IF IT'S TOO LATE. NO TRAGICAL ROMANCE. GO TALK TO HIM.

I don’t think i can watch this household again. Aaaah I feel bad for her.

NO. GILBERT. NO. BASH TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIM.

lol Bash said yes

WAIT HHAHAHAHAAB HE MENTIONED ANNE AND BASH IS DANCING

BASH IS SUCH A SHIRBERT SHIPPER AAAH

bash tell him to stay. STAY. yes instill those doubts. aah :( NO SHES NOT YOUR FUTURE

Why is it that bad things happen to good people? HAHHAHAAH. SINCE WHEN IS MARILLA SO CLEVER

attack them Mrs. Lynde. Attack them. NO NEED TO BE HYSTERICAL. HAHAH YES. YES. Playing to her strengths I love it.

THREE WOMEN TO THE BOARD. YES. PLEASE. GOOD JOB.

you guys Ka’kwet won’t make it will she? EPISODE 9 IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT SAVING HER. THIS IS TOO EARLY.

WAIT. SHE DID. SHE MADE IT. OH GOD TGEYRE GONNA MAKE ME CRY.

DOES THAT MEAN THEYLL SAVE THE OTHERS

who knew Minnie May would be the one who makes Diana see sense

Marilla’s so proud of herself aww

DIANA. YES. FIX THINGS YOU GUYS.

THE BOSOM FRIENDS ARE BACK TOGETHER ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD

Anne still hasn’t decided aaah.

WAIT WHAT

WHAT

WHAT WAS THAT ENDING

SBEKNWONRK AAAAAH

SHES IN LOVE WITH GILBERT BLYTHE AND SHE KNOWS IT AAAH

after I recover from this, let’s talk about how she’ll probably be too late. And all this agony was for nothing. Not now. Later

I am processing.

[pedropascalssimp]

●Part two ●

demon of the night

Summary: it's been a few days since the night Brian's car broke down, two days later he awakes with a sore neck, and a odd hunger. And angry

Warnings: mentions of blood and language. Angsty

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Its midnight when brian awakes, he yawns and opens his eyes looking around the dark room, his brows netting in confusion when he sees its pitch black dark outside, he hisses in pain as he feels a stinging in his neck, he brings a hand up lightly feeling the area, once the pad of his finger comes in contact with the area it stings, he hisses again at the painful feeling, he then scrambles out of bed and to a vanity with a mirror, when he looks in it he sees two red Mark's and a bruise. He panics and anger takes over him.

That's when he basically runs downstairs and towards the soft humming emitting from the kitchen, when he walks in he sees you standing there in a long red gown drinking something red, he would assume it was wine but it look thicker then wine would be, he stares at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, you're absolutely gorgeous, he felt like he was hypnotized, the way your hair fell over your shoulders and your y/e/c eyes shining in the dim lighting, you're pure gorgeousness.

Then he realized he was supposed to be mad, and the anger returns, he stumped his way into the kitchen grabbing the attention of maximus who hisses at the man, you look up and smile at the man.

" what the fuck is this!." He points to his neck In a panicked angered voice, you only smile and turn around taking a drink from the mysterious red in the glass, he scoffs and looks to the floor with a tense jaw and clenched fists.

" why aren't you answering me and why are you smiling so damn much!." He almost begs as he looks back up at you, you smile again and look at him while leaning on the counter.

" well...its quite the long story and I'm sure you'd find it overwhelming so maybe you should take a seat." You say, he scoffs and let's out a noise that would resemble a whine. You motioned him to the sofa and he followed. As the two of you sit down you look toward him with eyes full of sympathy and love, and a soft kind smile. He couldn't help but to let his anger go as he looked at your beauty that seemed to wash it all away.

" to start it all off I'm not what you think i am...I'm a vampire an-." Before you could say anymore he cut you off.

" there! Not real!." He said with a raised voice, if Freddie, john or roger was hear they'd be shocked at the usually calm man raise his voice. You sigh at him.

" we are and I'm one so just listen." You say softly, but he doesn't and he stand up and paces, " how is that even possible! There these made up t-things! That people dress up as on Halloween!." He rambles, you sigh but stand up in a flash of an eye and grab his shoulders as your fangs come out, you hiss at the man and show him the fangs, his eyes go wide as he looks like he's about to fant, but thankfully he doesn't.

" sit down and listen to me!." You say in a demanding voice, he does so and stares at you with wide eyes still.

" I'm a vampire....have been for thousands years and." You say, still standing up looking at him with hard loving eyes. He gulps and let's out a shakey breath. " I didn't want to be one but it happened and I can't take it back...and I'm sorry...I'm so sorry what I did but I needed to...I had to.." you say with tears filling your eyes, he looks at you confused and you slowly get on your knees in front of him, looking at him with guilt.

" what did you do to me?..." he mumbles as he starts putting the puzzle pieces together. And quite honestly he's scared. A tear falls from your eye as you look at him.

" I had to do it...it's what was meant to happen." You say, he couldn't believe this...the anger he felt before was back and he moved you and stood up as he felt like punching something.

" you! Have basically ruined my life!." He yelled like a temperamental teenage girl, you stand up looking at him. " now! I'm this damn thing! When all I was supposed to be! Was a guitarist in my band!." He yelled, you look down and a whimper escapes your lips.

" I'm sorry...if I didn't turn you, you wouldn't ever live a life with someone you can love and trust! You would live a miserable life! And I would have died! Three days after I saw you!." You yelled back, he looked at you with anger filled eyes.

" you. are what made my life miserable..." he said and went upstairs, you cry and run a hand through your hair. He stumped upstairs and slammed the door. As he throws himself on the bed. He was beyond mad over being turned into a vampire. And know he's stranded in the middle of nowhere with a crazy woman....he feels this unbearable pain fill his chest when he thought about leaving you.

He groans in frustration at the whole situation. He just wished it was all a dream.

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You sit in the floor while staring at the red walls you've stared at for years upon years, you hated what you had done but its what was supposed to happen, you was told that by the very man who had turned you into what you are all those centuries ago...and you hated him, the only reason he turned you through was so the world could be populated by vampires. And That one man is who had taught you the ways of vampires and after he told you his plans you refused to populate the world with what you was, which you thought to be a a curse, so therefore making you be shunned and that's when you moved into this house in London....

You sigh and wipe away the tears and walk to the kitchen as you grab a glass full of blood you had fixed for brian, you sniffle and walk upstairs knocking on his door, you hear him mumbling something before he yells at you.

" please! Go away!." He yelled, you sigh and refuse, he needs this blood and he will take it even if you have to force it down his throat.

" you need to eat bri or you'll get sick!." You say, he yanks the door open ready to give you a peice of his mind, that is until the smell of blood blesses his nostrils. He looks down at it and cant help but to lick his lips. You hand it to him and he instantly gulps it down, as he downs the whole thing a few drips fall from the corner of those beautiful lips you found yourself craving.

" why does this taste so fucking good?." He whines while screwing his eyes shut, you sigh and look at his pure beauty.

" because it's the only thing you can eat now...its what vampires feed off of..." you tell him softly, he groans and looks up at you with hatred and sad eyes, the beautiful honey brown eyes staring into your own y/e/c ones,

" I want to leave y/n...I want be as far from you and this place as possible...please." he begs you, you sigh and a pain stings your chest as if someone was sticking needles in it,

" its easier said then done brian...its impossible!." You say with a shaky panicky voice, " neither of us would live for long....we will die without each other." You explained truthfully, but he didn't believe you.

" that's bullshit I'm leaving even if I have to walk 20 fucking miles." He said, you stand there staring at him with pleading eyes, but you wouldn't force him to stay....he would feel the pain after being gone for a day...then he would have to come back...so you step aside and let him out of the room.

" the phone is fixed..." you say quietly as you follow him. He nods and walks to it dialing John's number once more, after four rings he picks up with a sleepy voice.

" hello?." He said, brian smiles and let's out a shakey breath, " thank God john...my car broke down and I have no idea where the hell I am and I really need you to pick me up as soon as possible." He explained, over the line brian can here john sit up.

" jesus bri where the hell have you been?." Asks john, brian looks over towards you for the address, you sigh and tell him.

" well theres this woman who let me stay with her for a few days...she leaves pretty far out and her phone didn't work until know...the address is Epping new road, in loughton." Brian sighs out, john groans.

" its 1am Brian and that's quite the drive." John complained, " for goodness sake john please...the womans mad." Brian whispers into the phone but you hear it.

" okay I'll be there but just warning you now...Freddie is absolutely mad about you missing a few days in the studio...as well as roger." He warned the man, brian sighs.

" just get here as fast as possible." And with that he hangs up. You look at him with crossed arms and a frown.

" I can't stop you from leaving...so I might as well give you the warnings that come along with being a vampire..." you tell him. He sits down and closes his eyes.

" you cant sit in the sun for long or you'll basically get extremely sick make sure you always wear sunglasses if you do." You say as he nods, his head thrown back as he rests his eyes. " and always make sure to eat blood and blood only, if you eat food you'll regret it..." you add.

" anything else?." He snaps at you. Your heart breaks at the tune of voice he uses with you.

" if your gone longer then three days from your mate then you'll die from a unbearable pain that will slowly kill you." You explained, he scoffs with a laugh.

" how lovely y/n I'm so thrilled you have turned this curse on me! I couldn't ever live my whole life without it." He sarcastically praises you, a tear falls from your eye as you stare at him.

" fuck you brian." You whisper as you turn around and stump up the stairs, " no! Fuck you y/n!." He yells, you slam the door to your room shut and let a sub out.

You knew he would be upset about the whole thing but you couldn't stand hearing the way he talks to you...the tune of voice he uses as if he hated your guts...and he does...but over time he would love you, that you was sure of. But at the moment he felt everything but love for you, and that was painful.

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It's been four hours as brian sit on the sofa silently crying, why he didn't know but he was beyond happy when he heard the sound of a car pull up outside, he jumps up with a smile as he wipes his tears away, before john could knock on the door brian swings it open and hugs the man, john stands there shocked but hugs back.

" thank god! Your a life saver john!." Brian crys in joy upon seeing his friend. John looks at Brian worried.

" just how crazy is this woman!?." He asks concerned, and that's when she walks downstairs with a small smile.

John looks at her with wide eyes. She was stunningly beautiful. " she looks really hot for a mad woman." He mumbles to brian, he only scoffs. " let's just go." Brian said, and so john waves bye and walks out, before brian could you stare at him and say his name. He turns to look at you.

" you'll regret it brian...and I'll be waiting here when you come back." You say, he scoffs and slams the door shut leaving you to cry as the pain hit you slowly. Starting off with little pain bit you knew it would build up to something unbearable.

And you sit there on the stairs as tears race down your cheeks.

[spider-bitten]

ANOTHΣR SHΦT

Fratboy!Tom Holland | Tom x Reader 

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 

Chapter 3

There were many arguments that could be made for Friday being the best day of the week. Sure, many people still had classes. But the relief that came from leaving one’s last class for the week was damn near euphoric. Saturdays and Sundays were often filled with regrets from the night before, but Fridays were the fresh-faced beginning to the weekend filled with endless opportunities for the upcoming two days.

Your last class on Fridays got out at 3:40, which left you plenty of time to enjoy your afternoons before getting ready for whatever evening plans you had. Most weeks had a general idea whether it was going to be a sweatpants and Netflix kind of Friday, or a skinny jeans and shots kind of Friday by the time you were done with class. But this Friday, at 3:30 pm, you were faced with a dilemma. You still hadn’t made up your mind on if you were going to accept Tom’s invitation to Sink or Swim.

Your roommates had all encouraged you to go. Being in Sororities they’d all been to plenty of Fraternity events including Sig Ep’s. “Besides,” they assured you “if it goes poorly we’ll be there.”

But you couldn’t get over that initial recoil from the idea of going to a Sig Ep event. Let alone one taking place at the pool. It was an event perfectly curated to make you confront your biggest anxieties.

When class was finally dismissed, a flurry of zippers and people getting up sounded throughout the classroom as everyone rushed to leave. In contrast, you took your time putting your things away and using the opportunity to check your phone. You loved your friends, but being the only one not in a sorority meant that your newsfeed was plastered with Greek Life things anyways. Shirt swaps, events, fundraisers… It made you rationalize that you could never last in a sorority even if you wanted to just because you rarely posted on social media.

After scrolling for a few minutes you finally decided to leave the classroom and head back to your dorm. With most people having left in the initial rush, you were able to continue looking at your phone as you made your way out of the building. That is until you bumped into someone as you turned a corner.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry-“ You started saying before you realized just who you had run into.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N,” Tom smirked, running his hand through his hair to push a stray curl aside only for it to fall right back into place. “We seem to keep running into each other, it must be fate.”

“Or stalking,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Please, you’re the one who bumped into me,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“Yeah, and I said sorry. Can I get going?” You asked, trying to sidestep him only for him to match your movements.

“Am I going to see you tonight?” He asked, his tone becoming gentler. “Your names already on the list so you don’t have to worry about a ticket.”

“I still haven’t decided yet. I have some important things I need to take care of.”

“Such as?”

“Literally anything else,” you said, finally pushing past him.

“Come on, you don’t have to be like that,” Tom said, gently grabbing your wrist. “It’ll be fun. There’s snacks and movies and lounging in the pool.”

“I said I haven’t decided yet,” You said, pulling your arm from his grip. “Besides, if I do come, I’m not going in the pool.”

“Why not?” The boy asked, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

“Because I don’t want to,” You said pointedly.

“You know you’re very good at answering questions without actually answering them. Are you sure you’re not a Political Science major?” He chuckled. You simply rolled your eyes, finally walking away from him as he called out “Doors open at 8!”

He sure is trying hard just for a hookup. You thought as you headed back to your dorm.

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By 8:12 you had already, begrudgingly, decided to go to Sink or Swim. Unfortunately, your roommates were taking their sweet time getting ready and you weren’t about to head over alone.

“Guys, the movie is supposed to start at 8:30,” You said, leaning heavily against the doorframe as you watched your roommates put the finishing touches on their makeup in the shared mirror.

“You didn’t even want to go, now you’re trying to rush us?” Amanda laughed.

“No, I’m just saying, we’re gonna miss the start of the movie,” You said, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, and you’re such a die-hard Titanic fan,” Shannon smirked before leaning forward to delicately apply her lipstick.

“Why are you guys even bothering to do your makeup? You’re going to be in a pool,” You pointed out.

“Gotta show everyone just how cute DZ’s can be,” Emily shrugged. She and Shannon had been in Delta Zeta’s pledge class the previous year and had been inseparable ever since. The two had opted to represent their sorority’s colors with matching pink and green bikinis. “Plus, waterproof makeup is a thing.”

“I paid forty dollars for this setting spray, it’d better keep my makeup on if I go swimming in lava,” Amanda said before spritzing a fine mist over her face.

“We’re so late…” You mumbled, tugging your jacket sleeves over your hands. While your roommates had found cute bikinis with nice cuts and patterns to wear, you’d opted for a more comfortable look. Jean shorts, a tank top, and your favorite hoodie. They’d tried to talk you into wearing a swimsuit, but you figured it’d be best to not even invite the idea that you’d maybe get in the pool. If anyone has an issue with it, screw them. You thought to yourself.

Finally, your roommates were content with their makeup and you all made your way to the school pool. When you walked through the gates, you saw the pool decked out like you’d never seen it before. Lights had been strung across the pool and cast a warm glow over the entire area. A giant inflatable screen was propped up on one end and was playing music videos. The pool itself was filled with inflatables ranging from simple inner tubes to several inflatable rafts. There was even a kiddie pool floating around.

Your group walking in drew the attention of Jacob, who immediately nudged Tom with his elbow.

“Dude, she’s here,” he said, nodding towards the front gate. When Tom saw you, the corner of his mouth quirked into a crooked smile.

“I’ll see you later,” he told Jacob. The two fist bumped before he walked over to you and your friends.

“You guys made it just in time, the movies about to start,” He said as you all got checked in.

“Told you we’d get here in time,” Shannon said, playfully bumping into you. “This one was all worried about missing the start of the movie.”

“Well, we’re glad you could make it,” Tom said, addressing the group but smiling at you. “Come on, I’ve got a small raft we can sit in.”

“I’m not going in the pool,” You said, shaking your head.

“You don’t have to go in the pool,” Tom said, somewhat confused. “We’ll just be sitting in the raft,”

“No, I’m not going in the water. Not even on top of it,” You said firmly. “I was planning on watching from the bleachers.”

“Oh, okay,” Tom said, looking over at the empty bleachers. “Well, that’s one way to guarantee us a good spot,” he smirked. As your roommates walked towards the pool, you could see them giving you a thumbs up behind Tom’s back and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“You can go in your raft if you want to,” you said “I don’t want to ruin your fun at your own event.”

“Oh it’s fine, someone else can use it,” He shrugged. The two of you made your way over to the bleachers, walking up to the highest bench. Tom set his sweatshirt to the side and you both leaned your backs against the chain-link fence as the movie started projecting on the giant screen at the end of the pool, causing lots of cheers to emit from the crowd floating in it.

“I’m going to be honest, I was starting to think you were going to stand me up,” Tom chuckled.

“That’s impossible, standing you up would require me to agree to come in the first place,” you responded. “Besides, this isn’t a date.”

“It isn’t? You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright,” he dramatically sighed before laughing a little. “Well, regardless, I’m glad you could make it.” He said, looking at you. You met his gaze, taking a second to get a good look at him. The warm lights strung above you highlighted the hint of red in his otherwise brown hair and made his eyes appear pitch black as they looked at you. He wore a custom tank top for the event, on the back it said “Sink or Swim” and on the front, there was a small chest pocket with an anchor on it.

“My friends made me come,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s still nice that you’re here,” he smiled.

The two of you turned your attention to the screen, watching as Rose disembarked from the helicopter.

“So, if you weren’t here, what do you usually do on Friday nights?” Tom asked you after a few minutes.

“Oh, well…” You paused for a minute, messing with your hoodie sleeves. “Normally I either go out or work on homework. Nothing super exciting.”

“Where do you usually go out to? I don’t think I’ve seen you at any Sig Ep parties before.”

You shrugged in response. “I tag along wherever my friends want to go. All frat parties are the same to me. Loud, stuffy, with watered down booze.”

“Hey now, we aren’t all that bad,” Tom laughed, acting offended. “We have the best water to alcohol ratio compared to everyone else.”

“I’m sure,” you said with a small laugh, rolling your eyes.

“So your friends, I’ve seen a few of them around at events and stuff. Are you in a sorority with any of them?” He asked.

“No,” You said, shaking your head “I don’t mind going to their events or anything, but Greek Life is absolutely not my thing.”

“Why not?” Tom asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees so he could face you while you talked.

You simply shrugged, keeping your eyes on the screen. “A lot of the sororities here seem kinda superficial. Like, no one says it, but there isn’t a single DG who has less than 1,000 followers on Instagram. And besides,” your eyes swept over the pool, not able to pick out your friends in the mass of people but knowing they were there “I’ve got a solid group of friends already. I don’t see a point in paying to be in a group with people I might not get along with.”

“That’s understandable,” Tom nodded, looking you up and down. “It can be superficial sometimes, even in frats. But I’ve found it to be a lot of fun. Frats aren’t really a thing at universities in England, so it’s cool getting to experience this part of American culture while I’m here.”

“So why did you decide to come study in America?”

“Why not?” Tom shrugged with a laugh. “I dunno, I like traveling. Growing up in the UK made it easy to do, but I’d never been to America before. So when the time came to apply for colleges, I figured why not apply for a degree abroad?”

“So you just up and came to live in a foreign country all by yourself?”

“Not entirely. My mate Harrison also goes here. He’s practically family,” Tom smiled. “I mean, he’s technically my brother now. He’s also in Sig Ep.”

“That’s cool that you both got into the same school,” You said.

“It’s pretty lucky,” Tom nodded. “I’m very grateful to be here,” He said with a small smile as he looked at you.

After that, the two of you settled against the hard metal bleachers and watched the movie.

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“So, who picked Titanic?” You asked after the movie ended. Lots of people still milled around the area, some people stayed in the pool and others were chatting or helping clean up. There were occasional shouts as people either fell into the pool while trying to get out of their inflatables or were thrown in by their friends. Many people were wrapped up in towels to keep warm after having been in the pool, and the atmosphere was bright and bubbly. Several groups were making plans to go out, as other fraternities were holding parties that evening and were bound to get an influx of people now that Sig Ep’s event was done.

You and Tom made your way down from the top of the bleachers to join the crowd of people still on the pool deck.

“Not sure honestly, but I know it came down to this or Sharknado.” He chuckled.

“Thank God you guys picked this then,” You said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, it would’ve been funny but I doubt this many people would’ve come.” He nodded. “Are you ever going to text me? Because I’ve got to help clean up now but I wanna keep talking sometime.”

“Maybe,” You said with a smirk. “Still haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Like you hadn’t made up your mind on whether or not to come tonight?” Tom asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” You nodded.

“Well in that case, how about I get your number so I can text you about more events for you to debate coming to?”

“Hmm,” you said, bringing your fingers to your chin thoughtfully “I guess so.” You said finally. Tom’s eyes lit up and he pulled out his phone so you could put your number in as a new contact.

“Thanks,” He smiled. “I’ll see you around then?”

“See you,” You nodded. With that, Tom headed off to help clean up.

You smiled watching him walk off before beginning to scan the area for your roommates. They’d mentioned possibly wanting to go out that evening after the event, but you had a lot of homework so you’d planned to stay in instead.

“You know this was a pool event, right?” A voice asked from behind you. You felt yourself freeze as you mentally kicked yourself for thinking you’d be able to actually enjoy an evening at a Sig Ep event without running into Daniel. “Why hang out in the bleachers with the limey?”

You chose to ignore him, hoping that by not acknowledging him he’d leave you alone.

“What, too good to talk to me now that you’ve got dick appointments with Holland?” He asked, standing up.

“It’s not like that,” you mumbled, regretting having not made a meetup plan with your roommates.

“I’m sorry what was that?” Daniel asked, walking towards you.

“Just fuck off an leave me alone,” You said, glaring at him.

“Come on, I’m just trying to encourage you to loosen up and have some fun,” Daniel sneered. “You’ve been such a stuck up bitch acting like you’re too good for sororities and shit. So relax. It’s a pool party, you’re bound to get wet.”

With that, Daniel laughed as he pushed your shoulders, causing you to pitch backward. You screamed as you tumbled into the deep end of the pool, immediately panicking and trying desperately to pull your head above water. You could feel your clothes growing heavy as the cold water saturated them, and you swore you could feel yourself being pulled further and further down. You frantically kicked your legs and waved your arms until your head finally broke the surface and you took a deep, pulling breath. As you struggled to keep your head above water, you felt someone wrap an arm around your chest and start pulling you through the water. Once you stopped thrashing around, you could hear Tom’s voice.

“Y/N, its okay! I’ve got you. It’s alright.”

Finally, you felt your feet touch the bottom of the pool and you stood up, rushing towards the steps and pulling yourself back onto solid ground. Your hoodie was heavy and felt as if it were pinning you to the ground, but you were just thankful to be on dry land. You could feel yourself trembling from both a mixture of shock and fear, and your shallow breaths neared hyperventilation status.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard Tom yell as he pulled himself out of the pool. You saw him make a beeline towards Daniel, who had walked off towards the snack table. There was more yelling, but you couldn’t focus on it. You knew you were physically safe, but you couldn’t bring your mind out of the pool. You could still feel the water enveloping you, unable to touch the bottom. Unable to see anything.

“Y/N?” You heard someone say. You looked up to see Tom crouching over you, water dripping from his soaking hair. “Y/N, darling, can you hear me? Are you hurt?”

“M’fine…” You mumbled, using all your strength to push yourself up into a sitting position.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking you over carefully. “I’m so sorry, I know you didn’t want to get in the pool. Daniel’s going to pay for pulling that kind of shit.”

“I’m fine, just a little… freaked out.” You said, shivering. “I don’t do water. I don’t swim.”

“Fucking hell,” Tom mumbled before turning towards Harrison, who was standing nearby. “Can you grab my hoodie? I put it on the fence by the entrance.”

Harrison just nodded and went off to fetch it.

“Can you stand? We need to get you dried off.”

You nodded and shakily stood up, using Tom to help support you. The two of you went and found towels, and Harrison brought Tom his hoodie.

“Thanks for pulling me out,” You said softly as you wrung out your own jacket.

“Of course,” Tom said, keeping a careful eye on you. “Here, put this on. At least it’s dry,” He said, holding out his hoodie for you.

“You sure?”

Tom just nodded, and you slipped the hoodie on. It smelled strongly of Tom’s body spray and was much warmer than your sopping wet jacket.

“Thank you,” You said quietly.

“Let’s get you back to your dorm,” Tom said gently. You nodded and the two of you left the pool in silence, heading to your dorm across campus.

“I’m sorry your night had to end like that,” he said after a few minutes “I don’t get why Daniel’s got it out for you.”

“He’s an asshole,” You said simply. “But thanks for jumping in after me.”

“You keep getting put in danger, I’m going to have to keep saving you,” Tom chuckled. “Besides, I don’t mind an impromptu swim. It’s refreshing.”

“I can’t stand it,” You said, shaking your head.

“I could kinda tell. Can you not swim?” Tom asked.

“I used to swim,” you shrugged “Then there was an accident and I just… I can’t do water anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said as you swiped into your building. Tom walked with you all the way to your dorm room, where the two of you paused in the empty hallway. “Thanks for letting me wear your hoodie,” you said, moving to take it off.

“You can keep it for the night,” Tom blurted out.

“Really?” You asked, confusion clearly showing on your face.

“Yeah, I don’t need it tonight. Besides, I don’t wanna keep it in my room when it smells like chlorine,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, but put your hands in the front pocket of the hoodie.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom smiled.

“I mean it. You… you kinda saved me, and I appreciate it.”

“Of course love, it’s no problem.”

The two of you looked at each other, and you swear you saw Tom’s eyes flit down towards your lips before he took a small breath and took a small step backward.

“Well, I should get going if I want to get a ride back to the house,” He said.

“Right. Have a good night then.”

“You too. Text me sometime, darling, I love our little chats,” He smirked as he walked off.

You shook your head and unlocked your dorm room, more confused than ever by this boy and his motivations.

AN: Thank you guys so much for your patience. Between having out of town friends visit, work, and writers block things have been super slow. But hopefully I’m able to pick up momentum again! 

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[firebirdsdaughter]

FINALLY!...

... I found a Zi-O raw!

More thoughts below! Warning: this is ESPECIALLY long! (please do not feel at all obligated to read the whole thing)

Sougo driving the bike off the road and then ducking beneath the curb to hide from Geiz reminds me of Emu, in full golden-dreadlock mode, hiding behind a corner from the people-turned-bugsters and peeking out like a little kid.

The small twelve year old--er... Sorry, sixteen year old--is playing hopscotch w/ the dead guy. That they just... Left there? I guess Geiz popping up did distract everyone.

And... As I suspected, he’s back. Well--suspected bc preview images, but... Ya know.

Woz! That actor is having a lot of fun and I appreciate it. I’m wondering if they had to do that scene multiple times bc he had trouble pulling the hood up smoothly.

The fact that he disappeared from the outside the temple just to appear immediately at Sougo’s house is both unnecessary and hilarious.

Also: ‘I Woz-proofed my house, but he still got in!’

Aw, Geiz is a good boo. I guess maybe he and Tsukuyomi were going back to find Another Build when... Another Build found them.

And another aw, she’s worried about him! They’re cute. I love friendship.

Oh! Baseballs this time! Does that mean he found a Best Match?

And Sougo’s here! Yeah, thinking about it, saving his life is probably one of the best things you could do to make Geiz pause about killing you--given that future you tried to kill him, it’s an antithesis, so... Did that make sense?

On that note, I think Woz told him were they were/that Geiz was fight Another Build? I know he said Geiz’ name while invading Sougo’s house. Where was Junichiro in that scene, anyway?

Ken!

On that note, apparently Sougo is vaguely okay at baseball.

Oh my god, the dramatic music, and then the damn eye shine... If we could have seen Geiz’ face, I’m sure it would have been ‘WTF???’

Oop! He Rider Kicked! Congrats on the first one, Sougo! Though... It may not have stuck.

And then he just runs off, in full transformation. Oh, my baby, my loser. Well, Geiz and Tsukuyomi can keep it busy so there are no new victims.

Wait. Did he just run... All the way to Nascita? I guess... I guess they’re in the same city? Huh. ... Do all KR series take place in the same city? Is this all just supposed to be Tokyo? ... No, that can’t be it.

I love how he just kinda tried to dive into the fridge.

Aaaaaaand.... Here are the dorks! Wait... Shouldn’t Misora and Souichi be here? Eh, maybe they couldn’t get the actors back (or couldn’t afford to w/ everyone else they were planning/wanted to bring back).

You know, while I do mostly agree that maybe they coulda waited an ep before diving into the Build cameo, I think they may have been trying to use it to establish the ‘schtick’ of the season so to speak (at least the beginning schtick--like how w/ Build it was ‘find and fight Smash’ and w/ Ex-Aid it was ‘find Bugster Virus patients’) using a Rider that, as it had just finished, everyone was already familiar w/. Though in regards to that, obviously they start w/ Build bc he’s the most recent. But the point is, I’m thinking it may have been meant to be the ‘tutorial’ or ‘introduction’ incident of the series. I could be wrong ofc, and like I said, I do think would probably have behoved them to wait an episode, I think I get why they did it this way. That... May have made no sense. I’m sorry.

God, even in this small scene, the chemistry between these two remains amazing. Glad Eiji and Atsuhiro seem to be having fun.

So... I accidentally paused it at a moment where Sento looks like a scared rabbit and Ryuuga looks like he’s being protective. Cuties.

Also, I guess the Time Jackers are stealing the powers long-distance? Speaking of Evil Cutie Baby Boy (that’s his name, right?) there was a shot in the trailer of him freezing Build and Cross-z in time to harass Sougo. Wonder if that’s in this ep? (it probably is, and then I’ll be too lazy/stubborn to delete this bullet point later)

Oooooooo! And we get Geiz’ Rider Kick! That was interesting!

The teleporting Ride Watches strike again! Seriously, who made those things? They get around faster than mosquitos! ... Maybe.

So... What, it just had to get double-Rider Kicked, or just Rider Kicked twice to die? I am the confused.

Pfffft. Sento and Ryuuga screaming when they realise they’re hugging. Well, half hugging.

Oh! So... Something just rewrote time? So Sento giving Sougo the Build Ride Watch in 2018 creates a stable time loop for something that’s going to happen in 2017, which 2018 Sento remembers bc it’s his past, but that Sougo doesn’t understand bc it’s his future. Time travel.

Wait... Are we just completely nixing Sento’s actual first meeting w/ Zi-O? Bc even if it’s from Sougo’s future, it’s from Sento’s past (the movie), and the Sento of now should remember it. Maybe. Though maybe that got retconned so he forgot. Again. Time travel.

Oh! It did come back! Wait... Why did Sento and Ryuuga’s memories change when Geiz kicked it? Or... Maybe they just ‘reset’ like that every time it’s destroyed, and then when it respawns they get rewritten again. Or maybe talking is a free action.

Aw, poor Geiz has Rider Kicked too many times and worn himself out.

Oh. So they have to use the power of the Rider that the power was stolen from to destroy it?

Sougo correctly identifying Geiz as his secondary and handing him the Cross-z Ride Watch. Love them.

Speaking of which--have I mentioned I love Geiz?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know I said I would stop doing that. I just really love secondaries, okay!

Geiz is taller than him and he’s gonna be the grumpy big brother and it’s cute! Fight me.

No, no, again, please don’t. I’m a mess rn, I’ll cry.

Aw! They ran Fast Like Sonic together! I think Sougo saving their lives is what’s making Geiz willing to work w/ him temporarily--not to mention the, er, Another Rider attacking people. Geiz is a good boy. But I’m sure he’ll get more hostile again once the situation is over.

It’s is Time Majin! I feel so deceived.

Oh! Hey, it’s the Best Match Boys again! Can they transform? Maybe. I honestly don’t care anymore. Not in a negative way, though. I’m more not bothered bc I’m enjoying this--if that makes sense?

So the format seems to be--they meet the Riders somehow (be it in the past, or in the present). A Time Jacker, meanwhile, goes back in time and creates Another Rider. So what our heroes have to do is find the Rider in the present and fix their memories--even temporarily--to get the Ride Watches from them and create a stable time loop of some kind, then go back to that time period (again, if they’ve been there before) and destroy the Another Rider there to set things to rights. So maybe more like the Riders are lending them a portion or piece of their power rather than it being ‘taken’ or anything, and they’re not really effecting the original flow of the previous story, just adding a scene were ‘monster that wasn’t a MOTW showed up and then some time traveler folks did, too.’  Ofc we’re only part way through the ep, so there could be other effects, I don’t know yet.

OH. MY. GOD. Another Build sees Ryuuga and then just... GLOMPS him. And shouting ‘BEST MATCH!’ While Sento just kinda is like ‘WTF?’

But oh boy is he probably gonna be mad at Ryuuga for rejecting him...

I guess the guy also got... Connected to Build’s memory somehow? Bc he was able to identify Ryuuga as Cross-z w/out any outside clues, and I don’t think it was common knowledge? After all, he was still a wanted criminal at that point, right?

Oh! They can transform, but it’s glitchy as hell. I see... But why is Ryuuga being glitched? I get Sento being effected, bc Another Build is, well, right there, but there isn’t Another Cross-z, so what’s happening w/ Ryuuga?

Well, either way, it’s still nice to see Cross-z’s original suit again. Shoulda said that last ep, too. That was a damn good suit. Glad they were able to keep it active, even just for these few eps. Might get scrapped after though. Still grateful, however.

HE EATS THEM???? OH GOD. HE’S ORGANIC. HE’S ORGANIC BUILD. HIS FACE MOVES. HE’S NOT IN A SUIT HE IS THE SUIT I AM DISTURBED.

The other dork boys! Are here! Yay!

Ah! Evil Cutie Baby Boy! Also, hey, there’s that scene I was talking about. No, I’m not going to delete that bullet point out of spite. Spite for what? Don’t ask me.

Geiz is like ‘... Oh. You.’ at Uhr. Like, that’s his expression. I love it.

Meanwhile, Sougo has no clue what’s going on.

I should note that I don’t actually know if Geiz knows who Uhr is, bc he didn’t say anything like Tsukuyomi did w/ Woz. I just drawing conclusions from my reading of his expression.

This boy has the cutest damn smile I wanna hug him to pieces I’m dying here. He’s clearly a shit but he’s got such a baby face and he’s just a kid and I’m feeling parental for evil murder children someone help me.

I thought only Schwarz could freeze time, though? Well, maybe he can just doing over a wider area for longer.

Well, Sougo’s response to Evil Cutie Baby Boy seems to have won him some points w/ Geiz... You’re doing a good job making up for your poor communication in ep 1, honey.

Actually, one thing that bothers me about Uhr’s appearance is that the strand of his hair w/ the feather in it (that all the TJs have--yes, they’re TJs now) just cross right across his forehead and never moves and it’s kinda distracting.

Aw, look, boys, you’re already synchronised in putting your Drivers on. Ya’ll are gonna be friends whether you like it or not!

Four Riders, no waiting!

Oh, no... They got de-Ridered!

Well, we now know that Sougo can’t swim, I guess. Or... Maybe just not in the suit? Also, awwwww, Geiz pulled him out.

Woz here on par w/ Kogure for unexplained abrupt entrances. If there’s a crossover between Zi-O and LuPat, I really hope there’s a scene where they do it to each other or something.

Sougo looking around like ‘Ah! Where’d he come from!’ is really funny, too. He even looks up at the damn sky.

Also, I’m just gonna assume he’s got a Time Majin hidden somewhere. Unless there’s another way to jump through time they haven’t shown yet.

He did it!

Ah, so this is the memory that Sento had earlier.

Oh and, hey, Woz smiled! Not sure if that was a good thing, but he’s got a nice smile.

And... There he goes again.

Oh, wait... Are we gonna get Geiz’ reaction to Woz? Admittedly, Tsukuyomi only got to act surprised and ask what he was doing there (and got no answer), but Geiz hasn’t seen him yet. Does he know him, too?

Okay, I’m really liking the trend of people ignoring Woz’s speeches to do other things. Like the first time when Sougo was wondering at his transformation, and here where Sento whispers to him. It’s funny and I hope they keep doing it. I’m also hoping one day (if Woz shows up to do this every time Sougo gets a new Ride Watch) that some day someone (probably Geiz or Tsukuyomi) is gonna shove him aside or at least tell him to shut up and he gets offended. Double funny if they cover his mouth.

Sento and Ryuuga just watching the math move slowly along. Sento doesn’t seem pleased. Ryuuga just looks confused.

Oooooh! I see! Now this adds to the formula. They give the Riders the Ride Watches in the past, so that they carry them w/ them and it... I dunno, learns about their power, or is just there and ready in the future present/when they’re needed. And that’s why Sento and Ryuuga had them in their pockets! Rest of the proposed format still holds.

Eh? Katsuragi? Though... His personality doesn’t seem different at all? And he’s still on good terms with Ryuuga... And... I don’t see how what happened there would change him into Katsuragi? Maybe... Something went wrong w/ the Another Build power return? Plus, when Sougo went to see them at Nascita earlier in the ep, it seemed like he was Sento then, didn’t it? I could have sworn Ryuuga called him that? So it’s not actually that big a change? I’m confused.

Geiz is just like ‘Tsukuyomi, I literally saved him earlier, I think it’s pretty clear I’m taking a pausing from being terminator for the moment.’

Hm. So he’s going to try and investigate why the alterations are happening? So maybe he figures it out and that’s why Sento is still Sento in the present? You know what, I’m not gonna worry about that stuff, it’s just gonna give me a headache.

Oh god, he comes downstairs and they’re both in his house, I love it. I guess Geiz saw the sign at some point, and when he decided to hold off on the killing Zi-O plan was like ‘oh hey, that could be useful!’

Tsukuyomi, nailing the fake introduction. Geiz here being a grumpy bear (though he still nails the fake introduction, just as a grump). I love this so much.

Sougo has the ‘I just woke up’ excuse for any nonsense he might accidentally say.

Tsukuyomi denies the handshake and Geiz is just like ‘hi, I’m gonna threaten you now’ (I assume that’s what he’s doing).

And then Geiz and Tsukuyomi reacting to the food (I guess it’s not what they’re used to--can’t tell whether it was a positive or negative reaction though).

Oh, hi Woz! are you the narrator?

EMU! So you’re a full-on paediatrician! Good on you!

Excited for next ep! Looking forward to seeing my grouchy emo surgeon son and his gamer ray of sunshine again! Seems he’s calling Emu ‘paediatrician’ instead of ‘intern’ now, hee hee. More primary-secondary friendship, give me more, MORE! Ahem. I also just really loved that particular relationship and I hope they get friendship interactions. Though I don’t think there’s been a Brave Ride Watch? Maybe there has and I missed it.

Sorry for the long post! Imaginary cookies and a hardy handshake for anyone who actually read to the end.

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... Have I mentioned I--JK.

[everybuddiewantssome]

Um..... yay justice league!! I'm sorry I have no header for this

Lois just daydreaming about Clark

"So it's a sex dream"

Her ringtone for the blur being holding out for a hero 😂😂

"I'm not a brand"

"Don't know how old school reporters broke a story without breaking somebody's neck"

CLARK'S VOICE OH BOY HERE WE GO

"You tell me the colour of your underwear every day what else is there to know" I'm screaming

Nice save shrink lady

Lois: wait I know what I have to do. Me: oh god Lois please don't do that. Don't do what I think you're going to do

Ok she sort of did it but it ended better than I thought it would

Or maybe it didn't end better

Good work by the wonder twins

Lol Clark called them the wonder twins. I just made that up myself

"I'm a bit near sighted" lol the irony

Lois getting a stack of papers to get to Clark's height

Clark you wish it was Chloe that kidnapped her

Finally answers to her visions

Oh boy this contraption again

Although I'm glad it seems that Tess is using Lois to get to Zod and not, you know, Lois

That existential confusion thing is happening again

"You redheaded rat"

Oh wait ok this is the future. Is this foreshadowing? Lovely

I know Tess isn't a perfect ally but she can't stoop this low can she? Please

Damn Ollie and Chloe

This is starting to make sense now. Almost unfortunately

"Chloe kills me"

Ok if there's a point in this season where Chloe and Oliver turn to not trusting Clark I will cry

"How does turning the sun yellow make Clark our number one draft pick for taking on this Zod guy"

"Mercer the merciless"

"Honey I'm home" Oliver says to his bow 😂😂

"Ok Chloe remember when we were 10 and I kicked you out of my clubhouse for spilling soda and you said you'd just build a cooler one. You win"

"What are we doing" "I'm eating a maple donut"

"What, you think you two can just hug it out?"

"Kneel before kal el" yep no less weird

They're together!!!

Not buying that Oliver went rogue

"I came here for our training session not am audition for kill bill 3"

"The apple is such a plain but fascinating fruit" Zod being intrigued by earth things is always funny

"You don't look so great. Which for you is not exactly easy" well yes Chloe it is very hard for Oliver to look bad

"Well I'm not against taking flowers from men I've never met, cause lord knows I have"

I don't like that the futuristic ep was this early in the season and that I'm going to have to wait a while for him to actually take out Zod likely, therefore be anxious the rest of the season

"This where you tell you tell me you hate the taste of flesh and make me feel better?"

"Why couldn't they have shot the Danish underwear model?"

I've reached the two parter here goes nothing

"Nothing a little hot cocoa and a nap won't fix"

"I've been playing phone solitaire"

"I'll have you know those messages between me and canary were purely platonic" now I wanna see those Ollie

To be honest I was expecting this ep to be about Zod considering previous events (Clark telling Oliver he'll need his help in getting justice for his father)

"Why dont we cut to the chase lite brite"

"Give me a sec to get the door open" "or you could just try the handle"

Oliver: *is on phone with Chloe, flips onto lower roof*

"I thought you said it didn't hurt" "I lied"

I took this off the winged wonder when he yanked me to the sky"

"Bring it big bird, but just for the record you started it"

Oliver: *in full green arrow gear* Clark: *suit and tie*

Chloe's reaction to seeing their computer

"Why what green punching bag"

"Frosty's kid" hey that'll be my kids someday

"I wonder if he does horoscopes"

"You know you really gotta work on your landings" "would've been a lot smoother if you hadn't thrown up" "send me your dry cleaning bill" "send me your dinner bill" lol hawkman and Oliver

"On Mars we never had dessert. Though I have grown especially fond of cookies"

Agent Mercer? Agent?

Ok that was pretty fun I'll admit

"Maniac with boomerangs.... hooray"

Chucks a can and hits runner on the head 😂😂

"You're welcome citizen"

"Glass of milk would be great" please figure out this is a child

Oh oh no magic lady wtf

Ok good I was concerned Lois was going to walk in

"You may be bulletproof but you might want to duck and cover in there"

"Clark Kent. He is the most honest man I know" the irony

"Crap. I can fly? Holy crap I can fly!!!"

Chloe I don't think this is what Lois meant when she told you to find someone. But it's fun

Ha no wonder Lex liked the warrior angel comics so much

"If you found out your hero was a 12 year old how would you react"

"Expect the unexpected" *grabs a random guy and kisses him* OMG LOIS

Oliver teaching Chloe!!!