#this will be dad's reversible waistcoat

[tinknevertalks]

Diamonds on one side, liquorice all-sorts on the other! And the best bit about the liquorice material?

I have almost two meters of it!

[nmoroder]

library of ruina stuff from last night; i saw several pics with Hokma covering someone with his coat (imo it is the Reason he has this coat in the first place. team assigned dad), Angela was among those and i thought hmmm she has a coat as well. what if she reverses the situation. (the last pic says 'it will fall as soon as he lets go')

also i think Hokma has a magnificent posture and would win a lot from wearing a waistcoat. idk just a hunch. i remember old sprites where he didn't have a jacket and honestly, slayyyy

also (2) stuff abt first pic, i really love the little piece of trivia abt Hokma's floor in the lor artbook, the one where all the watches in the bg are stopped but one and whenever Hokma needs to hang a new one (because something important happened? i dont really remember sorry), he stops the last one and the new one becomes the only working one instead. and overall theme of little lights here and there is very cute to me (im looking at you, stars at Binah's floor)

[mackmp3]

oooh should i make a waistcoat for my tenth doctor cosplay and get a brown and blue tie from somewhere that would be really cool... like i have a brown waistcoat already but it's doesnt match the pants even slightly, and i have another old one that i could pull apart to use as a pattern if i could find some brown-with-blue-pinstripes fabric somewhere (ik ik he just has a jacket but if i'm wearing.it under a coat i want to be comfortable ten wears a lot of layer and i get warm quickly lol so waistcoat it is) which IF i could find the fabric i could definitely make one like i have time & sufficient skill for that. and i could probably find a tie i like that has the colours to wear. i have an old blue shirt of my dads that is actualy like the reverse colours of ten's suit which is cool but i had to patch the inner neck were it was worn and i'll redo that in blue fabric (maybe a strip off the bottom?? its a pretty big shirt lol). and i already have the white shoes lol that was a mission. and i could get some little rectangle glasses from somewhere to complete it hehe. or some 3d movie glasses for that little bit extra hehe. but i'll do all this spending as little money as possible b/c i have to save it for the actual con because i'll be sad if i get there & cant buy anything lol and i'll wait a few weeks before i ask my mum to buy me fabric hehe. or i could ask today lol

[mysticalibra1994]

Hazbin Hotel Season 1 finale (what if...?)

Okay, since the first season is over, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Lucifer came across Alastor after his fight against Adam...

[For the record, I already KNOW that Alastor's Ace and Aro. However, the creator "Vivziepop" is appreciative of her fans and she respects their freedom to make fanworks (which includes "shipping") of her show. With that in mind, PLEASE put down the pitchforks and torches. The show may take place in Hell, but I'm sure the fictional demons (and the real ones that people follow/work with) have standards.]

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[Setting: exterior; the rest of the Hazbin Hotel. After the sacrifice of Sir Pentious, Charlie is frantically searching the debris for Alastor. Lucifer notices this as the rest helps her.]

Lucifer: Uh, Char Char? Charlie: *on the verge of tears* I-I can't find him, Dad! Alastor was near the Hotel! But... Lucifer: Hey, it's okay, hon. *consoles her* Look, if it'll help, I'll look for him. Where's his favorite location? Angel Dust: Besides my bedroom? *read the room* Sorry, trying to break the tension. Too soon... Vaggie: You could try his radio station tower. I'm not sure where it is, but it should be on the right side of the entrance if your back is facing where the front door used to be. Lucifer: Thanks, Maggie.

[As Lucifer opens up his wings for flight, he begins to search for any remnants of the radio station tower. It only took about a few minutes, but by the time he noticed a broken radio station antenna, he landed at the entranceway. As he begins to look around the inside for any traces of Alastor.]

Lucifer: Geez, this place looks like Hell! And that's saying something. Ugh, Alastor! Al! *smirks* Bundy! Alastor: *from the shadows, coughing a bit* The fuck did you call me?! Lucifer: You heard me, Bambi! *notices the cough* Ooh, that cough doesn't sound good. *fishing something from his pockets* You wanna Ricola? Codine? *beat* Whatever that horny Spider likes?

[Alastor begins to laugh, then coughs violently. A few drops of blood seeps out.]

Alastor: What are you talking about? I'm fine and dandy...

[By the time Alastor says this, he unknowingly moves his arms from his open wound to put them on his own hips. As the couple heard the grotesque sound of the organs made when they fell out from Al's torso and hit the floor, the radio demon only had one thing to say as his life (and smile) fades...]

Alastor: S-shit...

[Lucifer can only stand there with a stunned expression on his face as Alastor falls over on his right side. The fallen angel gets close to his side, looking a bit forlorn or in deep concentration... Only to snap his fingers which causes Alastor's injuries to reverse itself; almost like it never happened.]

Lucifer: Geez, what a drama queen! I've had worse injuries the last time I said "Catch U Next Tuesday, Boomer" to my dad- Wait, you're not getting up? Wow, dramatic much? *chuckling* No, but, seriously Alastor. Get up. *pokes him with his Apple Staff* Come on, Bambi. *kneels to Alastor's level* Come on, Alastor. I can't believe that Charlie find someone like you "helpful", when you're actually hope-

[Lucifer stops himself as he got close enough to check Alastor's vitals; his breath has ceased, his pulse being barely there, and his smile? Nonexistent. So many questions are circling around. How deep were his injuries? Was it an angel weapon? Did it hit any of his major organs? Was he... Was he too late? No, no. He just got here! As he recollects himself, he struggles with the buttons on his overcoat, waistcoat, and gentleman's blouse.]

Lucifer: Tch, these damned buttons. *pulls out a switchblade, to Alastor's still form* I'll pay extra for the tailor's.

[Lucifer concentrates as he uses the blade to undo all of Alastor's buttons in order to get a close contact to his chest. He double checks for any signs of any heartbeat... It's barely there. He's not too late! He places his left hand over his right at the center of his chest.]

Lucifer: *performs chest compressions* Thank me for taking those lessons since Charlie was born! Come on, Alastor. We may hate each other, but you haven't been redeemed yet! It's not your time...

[Lucifer hates doing this next part, but it's either this or guilt from his daughter... He lifts Alastor's chin, tilts his head back, pries his mouth open, inhales deeply, and exhales as he forms a tight seal over his mouth. He watches closely as his "healed up" scarred chest rises then falls. As he waits for any changes, he notice other scars and injuries while he continues chest compressions.]

Lucifer: *performs chest compressions* I'm guessing those scars were from BEFORE Hell, huh? Brother JC, Al! What happened...? *blows air twice* Come on, Al! *continues chest compressions* You're not gonna let some two-bit jammed Joystick kill you THIS easy! *checks pulse, nearly into Demon mode* I WILL INTERRUPT YOUR REUNION WITH YOUR MOTHER AND DRAG YOUR WENDIGO SOUL BACK INTO HELL, YOU SPICY PIECE OF-

[After Lucifer slugs him square middle of his chest, Alastor begins coughing violently as the king of Hell rolls him on his side, patting his back.]

Lucifer: *reverts to his normal self* T-that's it, Bambi. Alastor: *groans* Call me that again, and I'll sell your teeth as Rosie's ben wa balls.

[As Alastor opens his eyes, he notices that he's not smiling. Lucifer notices this as he stops Al from doing it.]

Lucifer: Will you knock this fake shit off? Seriously, why do you have to smile all the Dad--damned time? Alastor: *winces* No, I have t-to... Lucifer: Despite not giving a shit, nobody's forcing you to smile! Alastor: I know... Lucifer: Then why don't you stop?! Alastor: I... Lucifer: Huh?! Alastor: I made a promise... Lucifer: TO WHO?! Alastor: MY MOTHER!!!

[The tension from before has eased off. There's a cold silence in the air. Alastor chose to break the silence.]

Alastor: My mother was everything to me growing up. Knowing that she'll always be by my side was more than enough to get through the day. Ever since I ended up in Hell, I've done everything I could in order to be a good person. Just so I could see her in Heaven. Lucifer: She was your reason... Alastor: *smiles genuinely through tears* Still is. *wipes his eyes* What about you? What's your story about being Hell Royal Family?

[Lucifer chuckles. He hasn't heard anyone say that in ages.]

Lucifer: *sighs deeply* Lilith wanted to be a mom so bad. But, since she left Eden, she was cursed to only produce 100 stillborns. She was about halfway in the 90s when she and I lived together in secret. We stayed in Valhala for about half a milennia. She was afraid to make one with me since it was already 99. Alastor: So, Charlie was...? Lucifer: *nods through the tears* We made a promise not to tell her until she was ready. Bringing someone back to life was assumed to only be a power of God. When Dad wasn't looking, I took the page from his book before the Fall when I overheard about her curse. Alastor: *putting it together* And instead of doing that, you chose to stick your tongue down my throat? Lucifer: *suddenly* It's called "CPR"! I took a class when Charlie was born! Alastor: They had classes in Hell? Lucifer: I was disguised as a human on Earth when I took the classes. A lot of mothers and some fathers fell for me for being a loving soon-to-be-dad. Alastor: Ah...

[Beat...]

Alastor: So, between Lilith, Eve, and me, who's the better kisser? Lucifer: Well, Lilith's my goddess of a wife, Eve's obedient, and Adam's ego is too much for me that it killed the mood. Alastor: But, I didn't say- Oh...

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[halt-kun]

My Hero Academia Chapter 349 - Battle Flame

Okay so apparently we'll see how Deku arrives to witness Shigaraki's very pretty but monstrous form

I love this panel, always good to see Nana and Deku using combo OFA quirks

The third is pretty too

Nice seeing you here Katsuki lookalike. You're finally taking part into this shared parenting of a very reckless boy

OOOOOO he employs the term meta ability, niceeeee

And this means it'll be very annoying though I doubt we'll see it soon, it's definitely a set up for later

AYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (yep it's yay in reverse somewhat)

Girls following their own path nice

My brain thought it was Best Jeanist for a second it was very weird.

Is that Shindou ?

Nope it's Shotoooo (woops better not try to emulate this kind of bad father)

Touya, you might be pretty handsome but you aren't the kind of people that'd be some revolutionary figure even though you can look the part with that shredded waistcoat

Touya is awakening some very mixed feelings in me, please stop

The guy should have gone into theater if he enjoyed being dramatic so much

Burnin', you're losing some points here, listen, I agree that you can chose to still respect him as a coworker and as a hero if you so wish but please don't tell that right next to two of his victims.

I bet Todoroki is glad you let him fight Touya, the serial murderer and arsonist but not about that bold statement about Endeavour.

Good point Todoroki, does it mean next chapter will be Dabi's origins ?

I bet it will be something along the lines of : "you see Dad is also quite homophobic and so I ended up not coming back because after years of recovering from my burns I met a boy, he was a very nice boyfriend even though it ended. I still couldn't go back"

(very objective facts spoken here)

DABI ! Did you burn your lips off, I can see your jaw muscles ?????

Is that a tear in his eye ? I thought he couldn't cry anymore.

Well let's see that next week, still some heavy set up going on but it was to be expected.

[newtonsheffield]

Loved your Lucy thirsting over Gregory and Anthony being Horny for Kate... do you have any of the reverse so Gregory for Lucy and Kate for Anthony....? 😈

Oh These four must run through so much water in a day. Hooooooo Boi. (This got so long my lord. I’m so sorry)

Kate Sheffield would never say it out loud but she’d found Anthony Bridgerton attractive from the very first second she walked into his office. He’d been standing there in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair falling softly over his forehead in a perfectly tousled way and when he spoke his voice was like rich, deep velvet. But then he’s opened his mouth and ruined it. Even being an insufferable arsehole though, Kate could admit objectively that Anthony Bridgerton was an attractive man, but she wasn’t necessarily attracted to him. Until she was. Which was about 24 hours after they’d met. It was the end of the day, well, night really. Kate was standing in the foyer waiting for the elevator when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Anthony walking towards her, his tie loose, she waistcoat unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up revealing his strong forearms his hair was a little dishevelled and suddenly, inexplicably she felt her cheeks grow warm. Over a set of forearms. Like the heroine in a regency novel. The elevator opened and Kate got inside quickly pressing the door shut button calling out Get the next one! At Anthony Bridgerton’s startled expression. She wondered all the way home why she couldn’t stop thinking about running her hands through his hair. Insufferable.

Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sheffield argued. It was what they did. But a few months into their working relationship it got a little out of control. They’d been in the conference room, discussing something neither of them could even remember and suddenly they were screaming at one another, practically nose to nose, she could feel the heat of his body close to hers and his eyes were wild. Both of them fell silent, breathing heavily, and he was just staring at her in that horribly intense way that made heat stab through her chest and want to push him back onto the table and show him just how impossible she could be. She stepped back from him with a huff, sweeping out of the room and slamming her office door as her cheeks burned and her heart thundered. She was not attracted to Anthony Bridgerton. She was NOT. The look in his eyes had her waking up with her fists clenched in the sheets for months.

There should not, Kate reasoned with herself, be anything in anyway erotic about her husband caring for their baby. Except for the fact that watching Anthony be so soft and gentle, and caring with their child made her want to push him up against the wall right there in the nursery which was a completely ridiculous, slightly perverted thought. She was standing on the staircase, watching her husband fuss over their tiny son, currently strapped to his front, as he loaded Edwina with far too many supplies for an afternoon at the park. His soft sweater had the sleeves rolled up, and he was softly talking to Edmund You are going to have such a good time with Auntie Eddie today! There might even be some squirrels out wouldn’t that be exciting?! And Kate’s heart was ready to explode through her chest, God he even had a tiny plastic dinosaur stuck in his hair. As soon as Edwina was out the door with Edmund Kate throwing out an uncharacteristically short Bye as the door shut. Kate was on Anthony, her hands roaming everywhere, her lips nipping at the spot just beneath his ear. Take off your clothes She hissed urgently. Anthony laughed a little breathlessly Really Mrs. Bridgerton? The caring Dad schtick is a turn on hey? For shame. Kate was practically dragging him up the stairs by the collar of his sweater as she huffed out God, yes.

Gregory Bridgerton absolutely could not believe he’d ever thought he was in love with Hermione Watson. When he’d looked at her his heart had leapt, and yes he thought she was beautiful, but Lucy Abernathy was a different matter altogether. Every time he was around her he felt himself getting hot under the collar. The way her eyes flicked over him and her lips turned upwards in a little smirk and she bit her lip made him blush furiously. 

He’d woken up in her bed the night they got together, his stomach rumbling lightly, rolling over in search of her only to find the other side of the bed empty. He’d frowned and light panic had flickered in his chest, surely Lucy hadn’t thought better of this and run out of her house in the middle of the night. He’d pulled his boxers back on a little embarrassed at the storm troopers on them, especially when she’d stood above him and unbuttoned her blouse earlier and revealed a very tight black lace bustier that had left him unable to keep his hands off her. He padded down the stairs following the soft light from the kitchen and seen Lucy there, bathed in soft light, his button up shirt landing mid thigh and he’d never seen anything so ridiculously attractive in his entire life.  

Gregory was an unapologetic nerd, and he wasn’t necessarily ashamed of it, but Lucy was so put together, all the time. that it made him a little nervous, for god’s sake her underwear sometimes intentionally matched her shoes, the very thought of which had heat rising to his cheeks when he spotted her across the office, so Gregory had been trying to tone down his popculture proclivity. That was until Lucy had been looking through his drawers for a shirt to put on after her shower and found his collection of Popculture tees. She’d tutted when he;d admitted that maybe he had been hiding them from her and emerged the very next day wearing a shirt taken straight from his drawer bearing the words looking for love in Alderaan places. His reaction had been immediate, his chest felt tight, and heat pooled in his stomach, his voice was a low rasp when he spoke Lucy, take that off right now Lucy’s eyes had shot up in alarm at his commanding voice, usually so gentle. Her own voice small Sorry, Is this not- Gregory cut her off by stepping forward and pushing her lightly until she fell against his bed. God, You’re too Perfect, Lucy. 

[majorxmaggiexboy]

Finishing up The Grinning Man, 2/2

If the clown doesn’t stop cuddling up to him i’m gonna scream

“The person I feel I can really trust is you, Barkiafahfiughaui” NO BABY NO, NO, UH UH, REWIND, DO-OVER, GO BACK, ABANDON MISSION, TIME OUT, PAUSE, RECONSIDER

MOST IMPORTANTLY, NOPE.

i do think it’s neato how as far as Gwynp knows, he just met this man, who seems to be Basically Nice to him, and that’s enough for him to be like, “I WISH I COULD REPAY YOU YOURE SO KIND WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME” oh honey

Dea, love, i’m gonna need you to murder some people. Self-Care.

ohhhhhh boi there’s a family throwdown happening, Dea vs. Ursus. i am. Ready.

also tho for real someone pls help this poor Tired man.

is. is Gwynp one of the folks showing up to the fair? the one with the hood on? bc i swear that’s his Very Particular Voice in there somewhere and i think i recognize those leggies as well. :/

Gwynp’s new outfit is GOOD

Gwynp be like “This is my Emotional Support Crouch”

he’s just. dissociating through the whole wedding.

wait so does the actor just keep his mouth open through the entire play or? how does that work?

“top up, my lord?” “*the word ‘no’ but like, gargled*”

“who said that” *lipstick in my valentino white bag voice* “I DID” daveeeeee

i just realized David’s voice sounds like Segundus from JS&MN and now i don’t know what to. *googles* oh thank god

it’s kind of sweet how when Gwynp starts keeling the hell over, Josiana just rolls with it and follows him down

David it’s really not nice to make Gwynp duel you while he’s all floppy like this i mean  come on man.

I. this slow-mo bit with the window and the wolf and the Dea and the queen being like D: what. What?

i am now faced with a choice between “she arrived like bc she has a sense of flair and style” and “she arrived like that bc Dea shouldn’t be driving”

all that lead up and he’s just like “yep” and throws it on the floor X’D oh the drama! does throwing the medicine on the floor make the previous dose wear off faster? X’D

.........apparently yes.

nOT HIS FACE DAVID YOU INSENSITIVE TROLL

WAS THAT A THROAT SHOT

DAVID

NO

LEAVE HIM ALONE DAVE HE’S TRYING TO COME OUT OF A DISSOCIATIVE EPISODE

Gwynp: *gets straight up murdered* His dad: “I think the hell not. YEET”

ohe muy gud he prancin. tworl that little blade yass boyo

“aM BI DEX TROUS” stop it dave im gonna cry

Gwynp: *getting straight up murdered* Also Gwynp: *uno reverse card*

DAVID. GETTING STABBED. AND JUST. “AH YES I FINALLY GET TO HAVE MY SWORD BACK” A PERFECT RESPONSE TO GETTING STABBED

“perhaps I may live, wahfgahfdgshgs”

y’all. are. sibliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings

oh my god they’re reenacting it again oh no it’s even Worse :O

ursus you rat bastard D’X

holy bats and cats and hopping frogs HOW is he moving like that? what are his bones made of? slinkies?

Dea you were literally an infant with no say in the matter, i’m pretty sure you get a pass on the entire backstory. not your fault babe.

also pls let him finish saying how he made a terrible mistake bc he’s not wrong and actually did mess up pretty bad with the whole confessing his love for u and then just ditching u in the cart without a holy moly word to go be like “aight” with someone else. like that’s genuinely most likely the only wrong thing he’s ever done, at all, in his life, and he should be allowed to apologize for it.

shoutout to the single paper snowflake that landed on Gwynp and is just chilling right in the middle of his cute little jacket waistcoat thingy. nice.

it’s okay Gwynp, you go ahead and forgive Ursus. I will do the job of thinking of him in dulcet tones of “Dude what the HELL” and slapping the “he’s totally culpable for that” button forever.

he kneeling down and doing the hand-holding and the referring to Dea as the woman he loves and THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF RIGHT THERE

i don’t really understand the phrase “going feral” but the Gwynp/Dea hugs and smooches are happening and. i’m gonna. i already have. Ungodly Screeching.

THEY ADDED. SNUGGLES. TO THE END OF THE KISS. SNUGGLES I TELL YOU.

god that looks like the best hug

Ursus i might fully intend to talk bad about you for the rest of my life but also NO TIRED DAD YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE I FORBID IT

so who gets custody of Mojo

are they walking ON the audience???

this ending music is sick and i want it played at my funeral

i guess the kids got custody of Mojo

[rocksandrobots]

Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 1 - The Arrival

“Soon, Dad.”

The hoarse, raspy voice broke the eerie silence that permeated the dark chamber, and Varian startled to hear himself speak. It was the first time he had spoken out loud in days and his own voice sounded weird and unnatural to him, caked with emotion. 

The young boy glanced around the ruins of where he stood, shivering from more than just the morning chill as his eyes swept past broken timbers, rubble, and cobwebs. He could see through a hole in one wall out to the abandoned farmland and deserted huts that made up the village he had once called home, and no matter where he turned black pointy rocks of all sizes punctured the ground. A grim reminder of what had lead to such desolation. 

Finally his gaze settled back to the object that he had first spoken to. A towering stalagmite made from amber stood before him. Enclosed within the golden resin was the figure of a man; standing tall, right arm reaching upwards, clasping what looked to be a note, and his face frozen; eyes closed in, what Varian thought was, pain. He stretched out his own hand to touch that face, but as so many times before, it only came to rest on the cold, unyielding, translucent stone. 

Varian blinked back tears as he gazed up at his father, memories flooding his mind. Painful memories; the day of the accident, fighting his way through a snowstorm, the castle door slamming in his face, the endless weeks of isolation and failed experiments, the rage he felt while battling both his inner demons and the uncaring kingdom that abandoned him, the cold emptiness while lying on the dungeon floor, and most recently, the prison break that brought him back to where he began. 

For upon acquiring his freedom, and being appointed the new Royal Adviser by the leader of the Saporians, the architects of his escape, Varian hit upon the idea of raiding the castle’s innermost vault. The precious treasure that it once held was no longer there, having been stolen by Varian himself, but the room still stored vast amounts of books and scrolls containing knowledge of sages past. Most importantly the notes of the famed alchemist Demanitus. 

Varian had studied Demanitus work before, reverse engineering the ancient scientist’s deadly and near indestructible automatons for his own nefarious purposes. Those proved to be less than sufficient in the end and he hoped his newest discovery would be more successful.  

His reminiscing was broken by a second sound, a small chittering noise coming from his work desk in the corner of the room. Distracted, he looked towards the creature that made it. Sitting back on his hind-legs on top of the desk was a rotund raccoon who looked expectantly at him. Varian gave his pet a warm but weary smile.

“Hello, Ruddiger.” he said softly, his voice still sounding rough to his ears due to its lack of use. He walked over the tamed raccoon and gave it an affectionate scratch behind the ears who nuzzled his hand in response. He then turned his attention to the assemblage of wires, gears, and levers that he had cobbled together over the last three days. 

The machine stood on a tripod of metal legs next to the desk and vaguely looked like a drill. Only the “drill” part was a smooth metal cone with a glass orb attached to the tip and two antenna stuck out from either end at the back. Its intended use was to originally create portals to other worlds, according to the blueprints he had found amongst the old alchemist’s writings. Varian hoped that with his added adjustments he could configure the portal into a short range teleportation device. The amber that held his father was unbreakable. No amount of force could shatter the structure, but a portal could theoretically bypass the resin and allow his father out. 

Varian took a steadying breath and tried to push out any expectations he held in his mind. He’d known the sting of disappointment far too many times to get his hopes up now. All he could do was try and see what would happen. 

He gathered up his notebook, stuffed Demanitus’s papers and blueprints in between its pages, and having tied the cord around to hold it altogether, placed the journal inside his inner coat pocket. So should anything go wrong, like say a fire from an explosion, then the notes would already be on his person and kept safe so long that he was. He also scooped up his loyal companion and placed the raccoon upon his shoulders for similar reasons.

“Ready, Ruddiger?” he asked his pet, “‘Cause here we go.” He walked behind the machine, twisted some dials, and with the pull of a lever turned the device on.

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“Nothing can stop me now! Bwahahaha!” 

Maniacal laughter emitted from the small man standing on top of the building. He was short in stature with light pink hair and was wearing a tacky purple suit. In his hand he held a simple remote and beside him stood a large metal ring held up by a framework of support beams attached to a steel platform. 

A young Hiro Hamada stared at the machine transfixed; unpleasant memories flashing through his mind; the heat of the fire, his brother’s funeral, the lonely days spent in the room they once shared, the blinding hate he felt when facing the masked attacker that murdered his brother, and the cold emptiness of the void enveloping him as he entered a machine not dissimilar from the one standing before him now. 

He was snapped out of his reprieve by a voice coming through the intercom in his helmet. 

“How did Mr. Sparkles get ahold of Keri’s portal tech? I thought it was all destroyed.” Hiro’s friend Wasabi asked.

“It must be an old prototype; one that was abandoned in favor of the actual portals we faced later on.” Hiro replied back through the intercom to the rest of his friends.

After his brother‘s, Tadashi’s, death, Hiro and his friends had formed a superhero team to stop his murderer, using technology that they developed along with a robot Tadashi had built himself called Baymax. Even after having defeated the villain called Yokai, and his dangerous portals, they continued on thwarting other evil schemes pursued by other bad guys. One such villain, the aforementioned Mr. Sparkles, had apparently stolen the older tech and had set up shop with it in the middle of downtown San Fansokyo. Though to what ends was anybody’s guess.

 “And if it was abandoned,” Hiro continued on, "then it’s probably even less stable than those were, so we have to make sure he doesn’t turn it on. Otherwise there’s no telling what it may do.” 

He signaled for the team to move in and surround the villain but it was too late. With a gleam in his eye Mr. Sparkles pressed the button on the remote and the portal roared to life.

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Varian was having difficulty holding onto the machine. The portal that had appeared before him hung in the air sucking everything into it. Like a flaming circle, it shifted and writhed with green energy licking the sides and a crackling static could barely be heard over the wind whipping past his ears. 

“Hold on, Ruddiger!” He yelled to the raccoon perched upon his shoulders. But no sooner did the words leave his mouth did the wind pickup speed and Varian found himself lifted from the ground and hurling towards the portal itself.

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Something was clearly wrong. The portal that Mr. Sparkles had switched on was bathed in a glowing green energy, that eerily looked like lightning, and a staticky sound could be heard coming from it. 

“Look out it’s going to blow!” Yelled Fred, and “blow” it did. An explosion erupted from the machine knocking everyone back and sending rubble and debris down to the street below. 

Everyone lay prone on the ground surrounded by twisted metal, concrete, and smoke. A large chunk of the roof of the building over head was blown away and nothing remained of the portal except for scrap. 

Hiro recovered from the blast, hoisted himself up on his elbows, and scanned the destruction around him. He couldn’t see any sign of Mr. Sparkles but he did see his various friends also slowly sitting up. 

“Everyone OK? Sound off.” Hiro asked. 

“I’m Ok.” that was Gogo.

“I’m alright too” said Honey Lemon.

“Same here” replied Wasabi.

“I am also undamaged” came Baymax’s voice from behind him.

“That’s good… wait where’s Fred?” 

As if in response to this query Hiro heard a scream come from across the way and Fred came running towards them. 

“It’s an alien!” He yelled. He rushed over to grab Wasabi and began to excitingly describe the creature that he had seen. “Bugged eyed, dripping fangs, red claws, and it was missing a nose I think.”

“Fred, there is no such things as aliens.” Wasabi told him exasperatedly.

“Not unless it came through an inter-dimensional portal.” Fred retorted, "Gasp! There it is!” 

Through the smoke they could make out the shape of something. It looked humanoid, bipedal, and with comically large eyes if the silhouette was to be believed.

They heard a voice call out from the smoke. "Ruddiger? Ruddiger?!"

Fred broke away from the rest of the group and slowly walked to meet the thing. 

“We. Mean. You. No. Harm. We. Come. In. Peace.” He paused and held his hands up and out to signify he didn’t want to fight. “Do. You. Speak. English?” 

“I speak a lot of languages” Was the annoyed reply. 

The wind blew the smoke away getting a clear view of the “creature”. It was no alien but in fact a person. The bug eyes being a pair goggles, the red claws merely gloves, and the dripping fangs nothing more than a quirky design on a bandanna that obscured their face. 

The person stepped forward and removed the bandanna and goggles revealing a boy underneath. He couldn’t have been much older than Hiro himself. He had thick black hair, with a blue streak in his bangs and large piercing blue eyes to match. He was dressed oddly. In addition to the goggles and bandanna, he wore a pair of baggy pants, a waistcoat, and a frock coat over that. His gloves had dials on the wrists and his boots had buttons rather than shoelaces. Around his waist was strapped various belts and from them hung multi-colored orbs that didn’t look dissimilar to Honey Lemon’s chimballs. He was covered in dust and dirt from the explosion and a black sooty smear streaked across the bottom half of his face. 

The boy squinted his eyes in distrust and moved to unclip one of the balls hanging from his belt. He held it out in front of him and readjusted his stance to a defensive one. 

“Where am I and who are you?” He asked. There was an edge to his voice and his eyes darted back and forth between the group and the cityscape behind them. It was clear he was lost and scared and putting up a brave front to try and hide it. 

Hiro stepped forward to try and deescalate the situation, but no sooner did he move then sirens were heard in the distance. Cop cars came barreling down the road towards them, lights flashing. They quickly pulled to a stop in front of the heroes. The boy, startled by this new development, turned to face the noise. He threw the ball in his hand to the ground and from it poured a purple fog of smoke. 

Using the fog as a cover Hiro signaled to his team to disperse. He hopped onto Baymax’s back and the robot turned on his jet pack. Still floating in the air, the robot then picked up Wasabi while Honey Lemon and Gogo skated away. Hiro nodded to Fred to grab the boy. He saluted his acknowledgement to Hiro and scooped the stranger up in his arms, bounding away before the smoke could clear.

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Chief Officer Cruz peered out through the purple fog to the debris filled street but no sign of anyone, hero nor villain alike, could be seen. He ordered his men to shine a light onto the scene of the crime and to search the area for the offending miscreants who caused the destruction. All that was found was a single raccoon. It picked up a piece of the debris in its mouth and then scampered away into a back alley. Cruz sighed in frustration and told his officers to pack it up for the night after sectioning off the road.

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 “Oh, now that’s….that’s high up.” Varian gulped as he looked down from the dizzying height at the top of the building where the “monster” had deposited him. He had never considered himself afraid of heights before but the building was as tall as a small mountain and the days events, including the stomach lurching ride to the top, was getting to him. 

“Oh don’t I know it. Just don’t look down. It makes things easier.” A not unkind voice told him. He turned to see who was addressing him and was faced with six armored figures standing before him. They were various heights and builds and each wore a set of armor that was uniquely modeled and highlighted with its own different color. One such suit was even crafted to look like a three eyed monster and Varian recognized it as the creature that he had first met; the one that had carted him away to way up here when the strange vehicles with flashing lights had arrived. They vaguely reminded Varian of the knights from storybooks he use to read as a kid. All decked out in shining metal and off to battle dragons and rescue damsels in distress. But life wasn’t like a storybook and Varian didn’t trust easily. 

“Who are you?” He asked suspiciously.

The one dressed as a monster stood tall, flexed his arms, and proudly proclaimed “We’re Big Hero Six!” 

He then paused for dramatic effect, clearly waiting for Varian to respond with either praise or recognition. But Varian could only stare blankly at him, confused as ever. Most of the other knights shook their heads in exasperation, and after a moment or two of awkward silence, the smallest knight stepped forward, patted the “monster” on the back encouragingly, and then removed his helmet. It was a small boy not much younger than Varian himself. He had a shock of messy black hair and large almond brown eyes. He smiled kindly at Varian and then introduced himself. 

“I’m Hiro and these are my friends” He turned to gesture at each knight as he rattled off their names. “This is Baymax” 

“Hello” The tallest and largest of the knights said in a lilted voice. He brought his hand up and proceeded to stiffly move it in a small circular motion. Varian repeated the wave, assuming it was a customary form of greeting.

“Gogo” 

Gogo, as she was called, responded by chewing on some pink candy, that looked to be like taffy, blew it into a bubble form, popped the bubble with her mouth before saying, “Hi”, and then proceeded to chew on the confectionery once more. She was the second shortest of the knights and stood on large yellow disks while having two more of those same disks attached to her wrists. 

“You’ve met Fred”

Fred was the aforementioned monster suited knight. He flipped back the helmet of his armor revealing a blonde haired young man probably only a year or two older than Varian himself. “Hey!” he enthusiastically said before returning the helmet back to its proper position.

“This is Honey Lemon” 

Honey Lemon was a tall woman dressed in pink armor and she carried a pink purse that had attached to its strap small multi-colored balls that reminded Varian of the alchemy balls he wore currently around his own waist. She was all smiles and had long red hair that peaked out from underneath her pink helmet and visor. 

“Please to meet you” she said in a light and airy voice.

“And Wasabi” 

“How ya doing?” asked last of the knights and Varian recognized his voice as the one that had given him the advice about not looking down. He was decked out in green armor and had broad shoulders. While not as large as the knight called Baymax, who was like a small giant, Wasabi was clearly a tall buff guy who looked to be able to hold his own in a brawl.  

Varian just stood for a few moments looking at the band of warriors, processing everything. They in turn stared expectantly at him and that is when he remembered his manners. 

“I’m Varian.” He said and with introductions seemingly out of the way continued on with his line of questioning. “So where am I?”

“You’re in San Fransokyo” The smallest knight said, Hiro, wasn’t it?

“Where’s that?” 

The younger boy seemed to be surprised by that question. “In .. America?” he hesitantly offered up. 

“The Americas!?” Varian exploded back. “No! noooo, no, no, no, no. I overshot! How am I supposed to get back to my dad now?” He began to pace back and forth agitated. Unbeknownst to him, as he ranted, the knights shared a couple of confused looks among themselves. 

“Overshot?” asked the green knight.

“Yes, I was working on a short range teleportation device when it must have malfunctioned and deposited me here on the other side of the ocean.” Varian explained irritated.

“Well, maybe we can help?” Hiro continued, “Where are you from?” 

“Corona” 

More confused stares. 

“And where’s that?” 

“Europe” Varian said less assuredly. 

“I have researched my databases for, Corona, and have not found any matches” the tallest knight said. His voice was clipped and unnatural sounding to Varian’s ears and he was growing ever increasingly more uneasy with the weird situation he found himself in.

The boy, Hiro, cradled his chin in thought for a moment and then responded. 

“I think you may be a little farther from home then just across the ocean.” He said slowly, carefully, trying not to upset the alchemist. “I think you may have crossed a dimensional barrier.”  

Varian turned away from them upon hearing this and looked out across the cityscape displayed before him as the enormity of what the other boy said begin to weigh upon Varian’s mind. As far as the eye could see there were tall spires and metal towers, all taller than the tallest castle rooftop and flashing with a multitude of lights. Large decorative balloons that looked like giant lanterns hung in place over the rooftops and off in the distance there looked to be large bridge, also lit up against the starless night sky. Strange sounds filtered up from the streets below and into Varian’s ears reminding him just how far from home he was. 

“What am I going to do?” He heart-brokenly whispered. Varian had known despair before, but looking out upon that sea of metal and glass he had never felt more lost and defeated. 

“Well,” the young knight continued, "we were stopping a thief from getting away with a prototype portal device. He turned it on and it must have connected with your teleportation device, bringing you here. Unfortunately it overloaded, there’s nothing left. But if you’re capable of rebuilding your first device, then we might can get you the supplies to do so, and I could talk to the owner of the original portal to see if he has any plans or blueprints left that you could work off of.”   

Varian thought this plan over and against his better judgment began to have a sliver of hope again. He still had Demantius’s plans and his own personal notes tucked away inside his breast pocket and this world seemed to be highly advanced. Surely there was something, some technological wonder, that might help. At the very least it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Alright” Varian agreed.

“Great! Now the best way to get you some supplies would be from our school, SFIT, but Professor Granville won’t be back from spring break until Monday. So we gotta find a place for you to stay until then.”

“What about our headquarters?”

“Naw, Roddy is redoing the plumbing remember? It won’t be ready for a week. Which means no cool superhero hangout for a whole week!”

“Well don’t look at us. Honey Lemon and I are cramped up in our studio apartment as is.” 

“Well I can’t take him home. What would Aunt Cass say if she caught me sneaking a stranger into the house at two in the morning? Wasabi, didn’t your roommate graduate this semester?”

“Yeah, and he took his bed with him when he moved out of the dorm. What about you Mr. I-live-in-a-literal-mansion?” 

“I told you, my parents require a three-year background check for overnight guests. He’s from another world. He has no records.” 

Varian listened in on this exchange, lost as to what everyone talking about. Headquarters, schools, mansions, roommates; he had no frame of reference for anything all he knew was that they were struggling to find him a place to stay.  

“It’s ok. I can sleep outside,” Varian interjected helpfully, not wanting to be a burden and not wanting to cause any arguments. 

“What? No!” They all said at once, horrified, their debate coming to an abrupt end. Varian was taken aback by the ferocity with which they had turned his idea down and began to wonder what he could have possibly said that so offended them. 

“Dude, we’re not letting you sleep outside!” the green knight, Wasabi said, aghast that he would ever suggest such a thing. Varian just stared blankly at him, confused as to why that seemed so awful. Wasabi sighed in exasperation and then took a deep breath as if coming to a decision and then continued. “Look you are more than welcome to stay the night at my place, as long as you don’t mind sleeping on the sofa that is.”    

Varian didn’t mind at all. In fact a sofa sounded quite comfortable compared to the cold hard ground or the wooden cot of the jail cell that he had been used to for the past year or so. Though he left this last part unsaid.

“Great, so now that’s settled …,” the boy Hiro started to walk up to the tall knight called Baymax. He hopped up on the others back and the two wings on the side of his amour ignited with flame and propelled both of them upwards. “We can meet up for breakfast at the Lucky Cat tomorrow and in the meantime I’ll gather up everything I can on the portals.” 

“Whoa!” Varian stared up at the flying armored figures in breathless awe as they soared away. His attention was diverted when the pink knight, Honey Lemon, walked forward. She pressed some buttons on the side of her purse and out popped a purple ball into the palm of her hand. It looked just like the one Varian had held earlier, only he assumed it did something different. She stopped beside him next to the edge of the rooftop, turned to give him a big smile, and then threw the ball down to the ground below. From the ball sprung a crystallized substance that created what looked like a blue slide from the top of rooftop to the ground below. 

“Acetic acid?” Varian questioned, happy to show off his knowledge. Honey Lemon nodded enthusiastically as a way of an answer and then jumped on to the slide and surfed down to the ground, whooping loudly with joy as she went. The yellow knight, Gogo, followed after her and the monster suited knight, Fred, began to bound away, leaping across the buildings in large jumps. 

Varian moved to the slide himself and hopped on the same as the other two girls had done. He turned around when he noticed that the green knight, Wasabi, was still standing around. He looked questioningly at him, wondering what fantastical way he may depart. 

“I’ll take the elevator, thanks.” Wasabi replied. 

Varian didn’t know what an elevator was, but he didn’t want to pursue the question and be made to look the fool, so he just shrugged his shoulders and then taking a steadying breath slid down the slide himself, also whooping in nervous exhilaration as he went.

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From another rooftop across the way, Mr. Sparkles, sat watching the heroes depart. He had his hands around his eyes in mock binoculars in order to focus his attention on the newcomer that had joined them. As the boy slid down the makeshift slide and out of sight, the villain removed his hands from his face and pulled out a cellphone from his pocket. He quickly dialed a number and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. 

“Hey boss, bad news about the portal you had me swipe, but before you get mad, there’s been some, shall we say, new developments that I think you might be interested in.” He chuckled in his throat after saying this. The stranger that had just arrived was going to change the game and it was bound to be an entertaining show if nothing else.

[elizabethrobertajones]

14x03 watching notes

Just finished watching and said, out loud and to no one: “Awww Jack.”

(This is not a spoiler, he’s just so sweet.)

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Hallo, I am watching from bed despite having 3rd hand inherited a 2nd monitor over the weekend so theoretically my watching experience would be back to giant comfortable side-typing glory.

But comfy.

Easily accessible stuffed toys because Bobo Fucking Berens in Dabb era has made me cry more at this dumb show in the last couple of years than I cried in the previous ten.

Expectations: it's our Dean episode to make up for no Dean until now, and also Jody is there to see Sam's beard, and also Cas continues to be party!Cas, and Jack's shirts get darker and darker.

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Side note: I think I was rushing out the door before I could talk about our lil Nougat of Denmark properly last episode where he was all, so we're killing my uncle then, and Cas was all D: D: D: D: D: who raised you. (Dean. Dean did. In this regard the boy is his father's son.) This, of course, is another Shakespearean irony than is being returned to Dean via Jack.

The point of this focus is very much to show Jack vs Cas mindsets on it when we're getting Dean returned to us, and I assume considerably more nuance is being added to the story. But for now, Jack being ready to kill his father to kill his uncle because his father was ready to kill him to kill the ghosts he saw of his enemies in Jack is more than enough of a pile of tragedy level angst to be working with.

I just need it to be clear that as far as I'm concerned, Jack is working in a completely different genre from EVERYONE ELSE around him, and the fact that it's the protagonist of a tragedy is fairly alarming, as it's a mindset that Sam, Dean and Cas have hurdled over since season 5/6 and though Dean still assumes he'll die bloody, he is at least capable of dreaming of a happy ending, and a lessening of the angst load has allowed that. Their personal stakes in the story are dwindling, in a sense, while Jack has showed up with like FOUR FATHERS and an evil uncle, which is so much potential family angst Shakey would have exploded. "Wait you can just addeth extra fathers thence addeth extra angst!?!?"

Yes my dude, yes.

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*hits play* *Sam ruggedly cocks his pistol* You're stealing this whole shtick from Dean and I think it is time for the angst that you were the one dramatically cocking a gun and being the yes reductive heteronormative blah blah penis of the dynamic while Dean was not there to do it.

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Oh no we immediately start with more Jack angst recap and aside from everything I just said I remembered that Bobo personally murdered me in 13x03 with the Jack n Sam stuff and here we are a year later.

Mr Stark I don't feel so good

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THE BEARD EXCHANGE IS LITERALLY THE OPENING SCENE. BOBO I LOVE YOU. Thank you for breaking the tension and immediately drawing attention to how Sam has been busy and miserable. I think 14x01 set up well that every time he even had a moment to sigh his phone would ring again, and hence the beard appears as Sam eskews personal grooming and comfort in exchange for finding his brother. Jody is gonna draw attention to it at some point too because we have the promo shot of her nice peach fuzz-ing him, and I sincerely hope this is bookends to the episode and the next episode Sam is clean shaven with no comment except Jody prodded him in the face, and let me tell you only Bobo has me fantasising about the narrative framing of an episode like this.

God i'm a nerd

Anyway more seriously, this exchange coming out of the blue has a clear motive: Dean is up and about, still so freshly de-Michaeled he's in a waistcoat (and LORDY the only other scene he was in a waistcoat? 7x12's ending scene where Sam turns into such a moron in Jody's presence he's waving blushily at the door still AFTER SHE HAS GONE). Complaining about not being able to eat and sleep might be a sense of hyperbole to catch given the lack of elapsed time, but it also warns us that this might be how Dean reacts to being un-Michaeled. Or would he not, given he's up and about and snarking like his old self? How damaged will he be and how much can he repress into snark? He is playing off the very idea that this experience will have been damaging to his psyche and of course Michael did a ton of stuff which was expressly tuned to BE damaging to his psyche, then punched a mirror and shattered Dean's reflection for extra emphasis.

So all this question of how Dean is doing is loaded into the very opening line before he's even taken off his waistcoat, or of course, had enough time to truly eat/sleep/develop massive tells of the psychological trauma he may or may not have taken.

Obviously the show wouldn't be the show if he were fine, so I'm taking it as a question posed.

Then of course it slides into Bro Banter to prove it's Dean, remind us JUST how much we missed this snarky genre savvy fucker, and to make Sammy smile.

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Also we're mocking Jared for being friends with that one Duck Dynasty guy who Jared's fans insist is the least awful of the bunch and also who you end up hanging out with when you're most embedded in the Texan stardom scene rather than living in Hollywood or whatever.

(God imagine being famous and from Atlanta and sticking true to your roots and you end up with the Queer Eye guyses as your BFFs instead)

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Listen Bobo showed his socialist party membership card on twitter, he has no fucks to give about waving his politics around and I love him.

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"If you're going to ask if I'm okay, you don't have to" (I am making fun of your beard, what more do I have to give you, bro?)

Buddy, I have been watching your face for over a decade and you have the sad tired pink eyelids of a Dean who is both tired and miserable.

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Oh NO Dean walks into the main room expecting his comfy quiet library and war room full of 3 trusted family faces, and finds the bustle of Boss Sam's operation. The upcoming noise of these people before he turns the corner is an immediate warning that we should have expected this as dramatic irony for Dean's comfort levels from the start, and now he's back, well.

Panicked eyes.

He needs quiet recovery with his peeps, not alarming sudden change. A rug pull immediately after possession is a terrible thing to deal with. I've been wondering if this is a full reverse of season 6 for Dean - from the trustability of the hunter compound to the fact he lives in it, to the Samuel running it. But the effect is the same. Dean comes back from quiet time off to a change he can't handle and Sam in a new position in a family/hunter heirarchy. In this case, not Samuel's soulless goon, but a fully bearded Boss Sam King Of Hell Sir who Runs Shit competently in a way we the viewer trust implictly as Sam having Done Well, and also that the AU peeps might be a bit rough or untrained in some ways but 100% reliable in that they really do have no ulterior motive and every reason to think of Sam as an AU Moses who popped up and walked them to another land of safety and comfort.

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Like, Dean, welcome back, you have Hamlet, Moses and Mobby to deal with. Cas seems to be the same as you left him, though. If somehow, impossibly, squintier.

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"Right, Chief told us"

GOD I MISSED JENSEN'S MICRO EXPRESSIONS

You know how Michael sucks? No micro expressions. Guy doesn't have an anxious bone in his body.

This little bundle of neuroses I have chosen to love is full on having a meltdown on the other hand.

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"Dean? Is it really you?" "Hey kid"

HUG. THE. BOY.

I suppose this is better than last year when he had a hug from a shapeshifter and had to wait to episode 6 for a hug from his father, but REALLY this season has been tormenting me with how bad Jack feels and even a hug from his gramgram isn't enough to satisfy how he should have been hugged by Sam, Cas and now Dean already this season.

We're only on epiode 3 and he's already got more hugs than he had this point last year. Deep  breaths, Lizzy

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Children need a lot of cuddles to affect their development into sensitive people okay? Dean got a lot of hugs up to age 4 and Sam basically did not, and he's an awkward moose and Dean is snuggly. I want Nougat to have the same development into a sensitive lad because he has EIGHTEEN FUCKING PARENTS AND NONE OF THEM HUG HIM

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CAS HEARD 'DEAN' FROM ACROSS THE BUNKER, ARRIVES IN A BLUR

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GOOD NOUGAT, HUG DEAN.

But like, dude, Cas just showed up at a run and made the gooiest eyes at Dean who made them back, and now you're officially cockblocking, so naff off, kid

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I watched with prayer hands and Cas just got gooier and Dean got sulky he didn't get a Cas hug and this is officially the worst. Bobo, you let me down, my guy.

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I mean no, Cas's gooey eyes were

...

Cas doesn't do gooey eyes. He squints. Squintily.

Who is this guy

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Lol Mobby aren't in the episode because they stayed back to clean up - Sam gets stammery to Jack. Is he scared to imply they're maybe banging because he finds it weird but everyone else present is an even worse audience to announce this to for one reason or another (historically coped much better with the concept of dad sex when discovering adam and also didn't drive the car off the road into a ditch on finding out mary banged ketch), or is he trying to protect Jack from the concept of Michael leaving a pile o dead bodies for one reason or another, knowing Michael is his rage button?

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He was the one who dealt with Jack trying to stay back in the AU to fight Mikey instead of just coming home.

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"Speaking of clean up, I need a shower" *gestures vaguely* *Cas opens his mouth like why did I have a reaction image here? Do you want -* *closes mouth* *dean leaves*

Guys. You fucking suck. Go take a shower together and work things out.

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"Still okay, I promise" *bisexual finger guns at Cas*

cut to: Cas squinting after Dean like "is he implying something"

"..."

"I really feel like he was trying to communicate something to me"

"..."

"I have no idea what Dean just hinted loudly to me twice in short succession and now that he has gone to shower I guess I will never know what he was attempting to communicate to me"

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"Where's Nick?" "Hopefully not in this episode. Let's just say he needs some time because he's in a dark place and hope that's ALL we have to say about him"

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Oh no. "Sam. Dean. How is he really?"

Cas has a one track mind.

But then we get the shot of Dean opening his door and they're still talking about him over the top of it, but it's that same shadowed shot of himself silhouetted in the doorway, the inner darkness represented by his room... Sam went into his and stripped himself of the tools in his pocket but before he could sleep, Jo called and set them all off again with the next lead.

Now Dean opens his door and turns on the light so we can see his inner self in a moment of peace and privacy, but essentially with a voice over about how he's super not okay.

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Just how we left it. You can't even tell that for the last 2 episodes/3 weeks Cas has been coming in and snuggling your pillow every time he's not in a scene because where the fuck was he inbetween scenes in 14x02

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God I have missed lingering shots of Dean's room, equating his inner space to his inner feelings. *paws lovingly at the shot* Dean's room all tidy and orderly and as he left it, yet feeling somehow very very empty and off-kilter in an unfamiliar way because he hasn't been here for so long.

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It was all serious then guitar music started playing as Dean started stripping

and look

I saw the promo pics

you saw the promo pics

some person in the audience is like... why are we lingering on Dean getting undressed alone in his room while guitar music kicks up?

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Is this what all that winking and finger gun action was about?

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(Dean didn't wink but I took a lil break to chat with Mittens and the moment has evolved into him gurning at the door for like a minute trying to remind Cas that this means he joins him in the shower in 5)

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"Fuck this shirt in particular"

I still think it was the audacity of wearing a bow tie that dragged Dean to the surface last episode

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I love how Dean changes from this plain white t-shirt which is completely clean and shiny, into his normal dark dark brown shirt between scenes. I hope he got to shower. Whatever happened, this scar could have said "Ha ha ha I'm behind you", and he would have finished stripping down right to the skivvies then started fresh with his own boxerbriefs before freaking out and rushing to show the others.

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But yeah, he's PISSED and embarrassed about Michael. You don't throw a guy's shirt on the floor like that unless you feel SERIOUSLY used, and here we end up with a creepy sort of STD metaphor, complete with the visual similarity to the clap: https://www.giantmicrobes.com/uk/products/clap.html

Bad fling, Dean?

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Poker!witch gave Sam the clap in the episode which was totally not a metaphor about Sam getting the clap then beating poker!witch at his own game like nearly 20 episodes before he was possessed by Lucifer then beat him at his own game.

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"Do the whole vulcan mind meld thing" Listen, James T Kirk, you can't just MAKE yourself one of the most iconic slash pairings of all time by comparing - wait

wait a minute

*Checks slash history books and sees them as a dictionary definition or two*

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Anyway.

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Dean's so eager for Cas to jump into his head. Just, like. Again. We all said it but immediately after that shirt throw? It REALLY emphasises that Dean sees Cas in this transcendant way to being used by an angel that got in his head. And left an STD mark on his arm. He can just immediately think, well, that sucked. But here's MY angel and I'm just gonna rev myself up and present my head for inspection and this isn't even a thing I'm concerned about. Hit me, big guy.

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Oh come the fuck on Bobo.

I didn't have time to hit pause to have a heart attack about Cas putting his hand over The Scar, the one on the wrong shoulder, to get a clearer reception, because there's a HISTORY in scars, okay? They leave a mark and to the discerning poker and prodder like Cas that history can be read in the mark... And Cas sees... Michael being stabbed by a spear. Not just, like. Seeing Michael being stabbed by a spear, mind you. He sees it in a Bobo episode in a way wildly reminiscent of Patience seeing Claire/Kaia getting stabbed by a VERY SIMILAR LOOKING SPEAR and getting her Wayward introduction that way, when the whole Dreamhunter thing ended up being a massive Destiel parallel and Kaia getting stabbed already mirrored CAS getting stabbed by a spear (Michael's, natch) in 12x12, never mind the other stuff.

So Bobo has just built up a Destiel Dreamhunter sandwich, with Destiel nonsense either side, complete with bonus shoulder scar imagery, and a nice gooey dreamhunter centre.

Bobo, if you hadn't noticed, is really really really really reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally bitter he isn't off writing Wayward Sisters and hanging with his girls.

There's still a bunch of stuff to add up here, about why and who and how it all connects, which would involve dragging in these other spear-y episodes to assemble the full picture, so I'm just gonna hit play now I'm recovered from the shock :P

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Oh dude it was a hooded figure who even LOOKED like bad Kaia and tbh at this point I'd say maybe even was?

Like, how many pronged spears are out there anyway and Jody's dealing with it so is it local? Did Michael pop up on Kaia like hey so you and I are both from alternate universes, what do you wa - OW FUCK JESUS FUKKIN CHRIST -

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"Dean, who was that?"

Dean recognised her, and Cas was mind-melded enough with him to know that Dean did... Good grief I can not handle Dean and Cas existing on an emotional plane.

It's enough to mean they're the ones who call Jody with a tip off for HER rather than months of them asking her to help THEM.

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Introducing us back to the Wayward world - South Dakota mug, and a text that Claire is a little angel who has been training her gals and even did the laundry.

I'm so happy

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Eyebrow raise

God, Kim Rhodes is the most beautiful woman on the whole show and that's saying something considering, like. Ruthie. Lisa Berry. Something about the way she uses her face is so full of intelligence and humour that I am HELPLESS in her presence

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God damn I want that fabled Girls' Night episode. Billie comes along too on a night off.

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Rowena calls her up for chats sometimes these days, they're actually really good pals.

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Sam you fucking moron you can't even finish a sentence in her presence. Just slap Dean on his WOUNDED arm and throw the ball to him.

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Everyone leaning over the phone... This is the closest Cas has ever come to Jody.

"Jody, that's the good news."

Jody recognises that gravelly voice and snaps to holyshitanangel attention. "What's up?"

The implicit thing here is that Cas and Jody know each others' voices and are on at least chatting acquaintance. I would like to think they're invited over for beer at the same time but we have no proof..................... yet. This is Bobo on a "fuck you" rampage so I'm just, like, gonna wait see.

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Bad Kaia has been going around ripping heads off things. DAMN, GIRL.

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Considering the placement of the pronging was ~random~, in the sense that she can meat fork you anywhere, that means the placement of it on the meat of Dean's arm where the handprint once was on the other is even MORE significant in a metaphorical sense, of writing about "the scar" in the way of giving it a mystical property tied into the wider framework of all these relationships and events at once. The amount piled onto a simple stabbing is unbelievable, and the use of the scar as the vector for all this is definitely the byline of the episode given the title and all. It's brought Kaia back to us, given Jody the clue she needs.

And more dramatic irony that Claire was just asking to help, and Jody was like DEFINITELY HUMAN, SO ALL MINE. HAHAHA. And now we know, no, it's not all "human", it's bad!Kaia and that makes her CLAIRE'S.

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I keep stopping to seal clap

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it's 7:20am

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Cas is packing up to leave with them!!!

And Jack looms blurrily into the background in his darkest t-shirt yet. And he's been RAPIDLY cycling through them.

In a sense this is good laundry practice, in order that you have a full load of lights followed by a full load of darks.

Metaphorically, however, this is BAD.

Jack sounds pissed they're all wearing jackets and packing bags, and he's wandering around in an over-sized dark grey t-shirt (one of Dean's? AUBobby's? It doesn't look like his standard fare which fits his body, this makes him look SMOL), with no idea we were off to kill the wizard.

Let's be charitable and say he wants to meet Jody and hang out with Kaia again.

But more likely Bobo is once again messing with Jack's inherent darkness in his presentation, especially as right now, once again while Jack is being The Sweetest Little Cookie, meeting his grandparents for ice tea and looking through the family photo album with misty eyes, he is ALSO Prince Nougat of Denmark and this is causing some serious darkness slippage because, well, revenge. Revenge is bad, kiddo. Don't need a ghost of your dead father (hey Dean's back) to tell you that.

The accusatory tone is enough to warn us that Jack's not doing so well and I'm going to assume drags Cas away from a mission with Dean followed by cooldown eating pizza and watching flicks with the girls.

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"Kaia's killer is in Sioux Falls" Buddy. "He, she or it can hurt Michael" BUDDY.

I suppose they're bringing Cas because Bad Kaia kicked their asses and they assume Cas is the same height as her pet/metaphor for Kaia's inner fucked-up-ness so he can probably fight it??

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"Michael's my enemy too! I fought him. For MONTHS." JACK sweetie. You can't just go around like, having an enemy list. And comparing it with your collective fathers' list.

The line about bringing Kaia into it and being responsible for what happened to her is good, though. Jack's got a social consciousness and that is lovely because he keeps doubting his goodness but when it comes down to it he wants to meet his grandparents and feels bad that Kaia got dragged into things and killed.

Of course, not realising this is Bad Kaia, they're all off to get MORE revenge on that thing that killed her.

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Aw, Dean, no, don't point out how smol he is. He's wearing a huge baggy shirt to emphasise it already.

"I didn't - I didn't MEAN to be a dick" Whoops. Well, you were. You also missed the part where Jack went from smol precious child to angsty teen.

Fun fact: Hamlet was supposed to be like 18 or whatever, but because a famous actor wanted the lead role but was like, idk, 50, Shakey bumped up Hamlet's age a lil so he could get away with it, making him more of, like, a giant manbaby who is still functionally a teen in all ways except he keeps getting portrayed by middle aged men.

So, of course, we have our one and a half year old Nougat who is a 29 year old actor now getting into his terrible teens, and if that isn't the funnest nugget of trivia...

... then you are not as much of a nerd as I am about irony, coincidence, and neat overlaps of thingies.

Point is: get me a version of Hamlet where the other expected actors are adults of course, but Horatio and Hammy and his squad are dumb teens.

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Lol Bobo just randomly introduces a cool lady hunter who is dragging a random victim of a hex down into the bunker to be healed by an angel. That poor girl is going to have a story to tell.

A lot just happened in a few seconds but at least Jack, who has stormed off for his nth teenage sulk of the season, now has a Cas trapped in the Bunker with him.

Dean n Sam gonna get their asses kicked by Bad Kaia

honestly is this just a ploy not to keep Cas where Jack is, but to keep Misha away from stunt fighting?

Anyway Dean communicates most of the above to Cas silently, and tells him that he should stay with Jack and also heal this girl and they have the most married eye conversation about what  needs to be done, which is wonderful that they've been having these silent conversations all Dabb era but this is definitely the wordiest so far. I mean one of their more recent was just "Dean I can hear that cowboy music in your head" "what cowboy music?"

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DEAN DOESN'T EVEN LOOK THRILLED TO BE DRIVING BABY AGAIN.

Sam mostly looks concerned he's hitting 80mph

I don't know anything about American speed limits but this is an alarming speed to me because in the UK 70 is usually like, the Most, and we don't have enough long straight roads that when there's no speed limit it's ever really recommended to go super fast because you will flip your car and die because all our roads are one and a half car length wide and extremely wiggly. And our motorways are congested enough you're more likely to be in a traffic jam than top speed anyway :P

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I love that Dean measures people by their favourite Spice Girl. Hey Dean the 90s called, they want their pop culture relevance back.

You gay icon you.

(I'm reminded of 12x07 and Bobo and a similar conversation where Dean listed off all his manly manly historical faves)

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Dean thinks Cas can handle it back home :')

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"Something huge happened and you won't really talk about it!"

Okay Sam, he's traumatised and that's surface text.

You do realise the entire massive subtext is his repression and yet another metaphor for some huge queer experience and that this is the same conversation as 10x04 when he was grumbling into his chin about being embarrassed about what he did with Crowley? You realise that right?

Stop poking him about it, he'll talk when he's ready to open up. In the mean time he's feeling used and ashamed that this fling didn't go as planned after the whole first flirtation with waving his wings around and killing Lucifer where it all seemed fun to embrace his ~true self~ and have a crack at being a Flaming Michael Sword.

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Also of course, we might just take him on his word that he really does NOT remember most of everything that happened because if he was truly repressing that much he wouldn't have been so gung ho for Cas to read his mind earlier but this mood pre-dates that so even if he remembered everything when Cas poked his brain, which seems unlikely as Cas saw it too, the wider sulk about his Clap Scar is more than just this.

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It's a common experience, though, that Dean is repressed and moody, and Sam barrels in there trying to make him talk about it before he's ready, so the pressing is in character, regardless, that Sam doesn't trust that Dean is telling the whole truth and that there's some huge secret he's holding back.

The best part of queer subtext is that whether there is one or not it works - if there isn't, it's a metaphor for the obvious. If there is, same as above but the metaphor is concretely attached to whatever Dean is not telling Sam, and that in turn then becomes a part of the queer subtext, offered up on a platter to tell us more about how Dean is handling his post-possession shame of being, essentially, roofied after thinking he'd agreed to a consensual fling with a dude on his terms of entry and no strings attached, no walk of shame like he did when he was undressing earlier.

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Poor guy can not catch a break. Shoulda hooked up with Aaron when you had the chance so your first time having a dude in you wasn't such a big deal, but just a nice booty call to keep in your phonebook. Now it's all Crowley this, Michael that...

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"We need to deal with it." "Okay, I'm literally going EIGHTY to deal with it"

Dean, that's.

that's not therapy

"How can I be running from something when I'm RACING towards it" "I don't know, it's kinda your thing"

Sammy boy you have been trapped in the same car as Dean for way too long. Your analysis is getting deep. Deep deep cuts. Leave him alone.

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I mean this is a guy who dealt with a gay panic by hooking up with Crowley and singing karaoke for him so.

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"I  just *need* you to talk to me. Slow down."

Oh SAM you said a good and interesting combo of words there. Dean, go 70 instead of 80, give us some time to feel this out because I've been FREAKED and, for you, you got a time skip but I lived it all real time and it SUCKED, and I'm hurt too by this. Reminder: our family does not do well with LOSING each other, and this is every conversation we've ever had post-thinking that happened, and I did things responsibly and grew a beard and became Boss of a bunch of peeps and also King of Hell but we'll talk about that later... Like, slow down. I have my issues too. There's 2 of us in this car and you can't go 80 and time skip to the end of this conversation either. Not when I have 3 weeks of angst packed into it.

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Also: classic Sam projection. Trying to get Dean to open up because HE has pain he wants to air, instead of just bringing up how he felt, he tries to get Dean to open up, and when this continues, as always, not to be how Dean deals with things, Sam gets upset because it never gives him the opening to talk about his shit until it's an argument...

You could have just started the convo, sorry about the beard, I really mean it when I say I haven't had a moment to myself for 3 weeks, it's been HELL and funny I should mention Hell, er, did you know you can kinda just declare yourself king these days... heh

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At least he's using racing metaphors about wanting to catch up and also, like, catch up

Dean responds to the sport metaphors

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Dean is like nah call Jody we're almost there. I skipped ahead.

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Look, I'm delivering you to your boo, what more do you want?

Jody smiles at the sight of them in a way which is almost as revolting as Cas smiling at seeing Dean again

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Hugs!

Send Jody to the Bunker to HUG OUR BOY

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"How'd you do it?" "What, me vs some assbag archangel? Who would you pick?" "You, every time."

And this, guys, is how Jody is never, ever patched into their angst, because they present a narrative where Dean just kinda chucked off Mikey and sent him packing and it's all cool and he's a hero.

Jody has at multiple points threatened to beat Dean into submission in order to hear a true version of how he's doing and he has so far not given in and sat at her kitchen table with a box of tissues to sob through his crap, but I hold out eternal hope like the fool I am.

Anyway it's also telling RIGHT AFTER that last conversation where Sam was probing Dean so intensely, that this is the version of "I'm fine" that Dean is going with, and even though Sam KNOWS there's more to it, this is the wall Dean is projecting, even to him. Even when he knows Dean is freaked by it and doesn't know all the details.

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Jody goes up like 18 pitches "Heeey I liiIIIiiike it!" she squeaks, forcefully tweaking Sam's beard because "nice peach fuzz" is too understated both for Jody and the volume of facial hair Sam has produced without comment until Dean came back and Jody showed up.

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Dean has never been so offended in his life

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*Jody continues giggling to herself while Sam desperately looks for a normal conversation*

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AHAHA "I haven't been home since I talked to her........... I may be avoiding her"

Yeaaaah, bringing up that it's not just a normal human beheading and weird stab mark, but ALSO a KAIA-RELATED ONE maaay be... too much.

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i'm going to be honest I've been so thrilled about everything I forgot to check what cast is flashing up on the screen

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Anyway there is very much a subtext to Jody's avoidance of telling Claire what's going on that she knows how much she loved Kaia and how much of an issue this is - even if it's gonna be for revenge, because they don't know it's Bad Kaia - this is something where Claire's feelings make a MESS.

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Bobo gets in Sam's serial killer thing, Dean is staring into the void like am I still even here or am I in hell. Is this a hell that Michael conjured. Mikey. Hey. Mikey. I figured it out. We're done here. Let's go back to regular torture. Michael. This is the bad place. Michael.

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Dean stomps off into the woods because waiting for daybreak means being stuck in the same room as Jody and Sam flirting for a few hours.

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Jody firmly pokes Sam in the chest with a map.

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Sam.

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A raven caws in the background, and Jack is wearing layers, the darkest shirt yet, a thick corduroy jacket in the style of early Sam, and is packing a bag.

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He wrote a note and his handwriting is as disgustingly adorable as I thought it might be.

Alex wrote "Jack" with a cutesy backwards K in an autograph for someone who requested it at a con and I thought that was a cute detail but not how Jack would write and the real story - and I assume like with others they made him write it in character - is much more nuanced. His letters are competently shaped like he knows exactly how they should be, but shakily written, like he's not used to holding a pen, because, well, he isn't. He's not developed the muscle memory for it, just as he hasn't for fighting and all the other stuff, because in may ways he IS still a smol toddler with no life skills. His capital letters are huge and precise, like he knows he has to write them big, but disproportionate - putting so much emphasis on the titles of the people around him, the capital letters a metaphor for their influence on him. There's something clearly unconfident about writing and yet for all that obviously written by someone intelligent enough not to make basic errors of backwards letters and other things. He knows exactly how he is SUPPOSED to do it, but the execution is shakey, and disproportionate and generally looks unschooled and painfully revealing of his entire state of being.

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Is this the scene where Bobo said out loud to an empty room, awww Jack.

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I've been dreading that since the hiatus.

Maybe I should dig up that post and use it as the title for this one.

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Triss is gonna die, Jack stopped by the stairs up out the Bunker in the war room, heard and saw Cas moving around, then in a fit of conscience or missing him already or something, stopped by to open the door and look in.

They have DEFINITELY expanded the Bunker set, in the sense that they've attached extra rooms to it or Wanek has sat down and made some parts more standardised, because they've shown off the corridor connections in every episode so far, and in this one we're seeing a never-seen-before connection which actually explains what is behind that window and how it fits. I mean, I'm pretty sure we've seen this particular room a few times, window and all, but never actual connections which show connected sets, so much as scenes starting or stopping there with no transition.

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"She's been enchanted" "Like sleeping beauty" Jack says with awe "Awwwwwwwwwww" Lizzy says with awww

I honestly can't tell which moment Bobo said "Aw Jack" out loud about because we're getting such a series of them

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Anyway, Hamlet, the great procrastinator, is distracted away from his mission to kill his uncle.

Not sure about the overlap of hearing things from the other side of a wall but I mean at least he's not going around stabbing people so

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Jack also seeing all the important work they do for other people, even randos, and Cas getting involved in huntery business, distracted from emotionally nurturing him because of sleeping beauty there, and phoning rowena, doing the work to unknot a spell...

If we get Cas doing spellwork I'm gonna die, it's been Too Long.

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Cas [squinting]: "Are you going somewhere?" Sleeping Beauty: "ooooww" Jack: "No."

Hon, that was so suspicious you are lucky this is Cas and not one of your other dads.

But. Aww Jack to an empty room.

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"If I get a vote I'm team stick together" Jody remembers 9x19

Also Sam remembers bad!Kaia kicking their butts. They're on her natural territory

she is the Predator.

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Sam keeps LOOKING at Jodio.

Look, I just

Cas keeps looking at Dean, Dean keeps looking at Cas

Jam won't stop looking at each other

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That head is a Warning.

Come no further, mortals

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I think Bad Kaia lives here

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Vampires.

they really need to figure out how to biologically identify them except for teeth because they really come up against a lot of dead ones

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Oh

"I brought tissue samples home, Alex ran them underneath the microscope"

Look, girls supporting girls, I knew what they needed to do before they did it lol

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Dean: I was stabbed here

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YAY I went frame by frame before the reveal and that is Kaia's face in there, the hood less spooky than before and more open to reveal her

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Dean: bout to be stabbed here again

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Dean finally has the moves to take on Bad Kaia after a season or two with the new stunt guy

but then her hood falls back and he's STUNNED

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Now everyone is stunned

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I think they've been using the Wayward Sisters Bad Place soundtrack for this but I'd have to check

the music is so very different and I'm not good at music ear thing

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Cas: *eye twitches violently* Me: Cas why are you having trouble with this line Cas: "... marked.................... 'gross stuff'"

Cas, internally: Why did I marry into this family

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Future MoLHunter 100 years later: "Man, this place is sweet, but the filing system is balls to the walls." Other Future MoLHunter: "Babe, you did not read the Winchester Gospels before your initiation?" F MoLHunter: "There is a drawer here marked 'hands of god' and the only thing in there is a pair of chopsticks and a ladel" OF MoL Hunter: Okay I will give you that. -

Me out loud to an empty room: aww Jack

He's so concerned about Sleeping Beauty, and he can't do anything about it but he's curious.

Maybe he CAN fix her and this is how he gets a lil power back.

I hope so because awww Jack being so concerned about her.

This is a Good Procrastination From Revenge

Hamlet, take fucking notes

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"Is that your dad?" "One of them, yes." Aw Jack

Aw Bobo

Jack's flipping around on family - he's accused them of talking about nick/Lucifer as his father, he's disowned everyone but grampa and grammy Kline, and now he's fondly thinking of his three hero dads

He's really struggling to work out his place and what sort of family set up he belongs to and to be fair, he has so many fucking options and all of them are somewhat disastrous or tragic, so he's 100% in his right to be fuckin confused.

On the other hand Sleepy Beauty has no context so she's gonna assume Cas is gay married with a kid Jack's age and that's like, not untrue.

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"My mom... but she probably hates me" "Why?" Jack says, horrified at the entire concept that a mom could hate a child, because, well, Kelly's love was COSMIC for him "because I left," she anvils

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"I was sick of being treated like a kid, and i thought I could make it on my own" Oh boy. She's just expositioning how Jack feels and immediately telling him if he leaves he'll fall in with a witch, who curses her with an AGING spell which will make her old before her time.

I feel like there is probably... a metaphor........... in here...............

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Also a reverse of Dean's aged down curse, because the girl and her other victims were hansel and greteled.

I had a sudden whim a couple of nights ago to see aged down Dean and current Jack hang out. Bring back Dylan Everett to go play basketball with Jack out on the front step.

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"Gave us all nice things," she says, clutching at a HUGE EVIL EMERALD PENDANT AROUND HER NECK

Jack.................................

Is that cursed

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"She said having us there kept her young" She put her own age into that locket

dang I should get a bonus point for bringing up poker!witch before he was relevant

I'm always curious about the show's implications about witches maintaining their youth by sucking it from others, because almost every witch we've met who had a focus on age was doing it for that reason, whether it was eating children or playing poker.

And we have a 300 year old witch chilling around who we don't know anything about when it comes to immortality, except that she has it and she bestowed it on Oskar so it's clearly a spell she can do rather than an inherent trait of reaching a certain level of magic practitionery.

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"Then it started taking me too. Even faster than the others!" yeah because she killed the witch so she probably has to suck poor sleeping beauty dry in order to regenerate and skulk away and start over somewhere

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PS: Sleeping Beauty is really doing an amazing performance here. I 100% am in Jack's shoes of being horrified and wanting to protect her

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"Cas is going to fix this. I promise" Sweetie! Have you ever called him Cas rather than Castiel before? It seems weird. He even wrote castiel on the letter

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Sam deducts Michael's entire plan off the clue that Alex couldn't detect the vamps in her sciencing, and based on having been attacked by super werewolves.

But why is Michael cleaning up these people?

Unless he's taking threats off the board who would be too cool and powerful and may challenge him...

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"Doesn't change the plan" "but Dean - "

Dean walks off

Dean has no time for Sam suggesting maybe this is something awful because of Michael that Dean might know about or else be weirdly intimately connected to because of his weird Michael-based condition.

We have no clue what's going on and Sam doesn't like that and Dean's powering through and Jody is hovering in the background like WOW I can see why you leave me out of all your dumb main plot angst normally. Never done me one of these MAIN PLOT ones before. Can we go back to normal MotW where you're low key angsting in the subtext about whatever currently ails you?

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Jody slaps Sam on the lower back

lower, babe. Lower.

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Cas does magic, boom purple smoke!

Aw no she's still withered.

Jack, take her necklace off and smash it

because you did the good work of a hunter and talked to her and through being kind discovered what was wrong with her

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Jody has a phone provider that gets her signal in the wilderness

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"Claire's been doing so good, but anything connected to Kaia... she's a powder keg"

"FIRST LOVE STRIKES QUICK, AND TO LOSE IT LIKE THAT"

okay no Jody didn't shout it, but Bobo did.

ILY Bobo

I'm like 0% surprised but I am guessing other people who had been less trusting are throwing a complete party to have it textually confirmed like that. I felt like Bobo's intent especially when he went on the record in that stream AND he had been saying already that he shipped it right after Wayward Sisters, that he never ever meant to be coy about Dreamhunter, and confirming that Claire was madly in love with Kaia was a top priority on his fuck you list since he didn't get to write the show he wanted in order to work on this naturally.

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Sam nods like fair enough, happened to me with Jess, but uh wow okay no i did not - yeah okay yeah

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"He's not ready for this case" "maybe he needs it"

Jam jam jam jam

I mean

Yeah mature adults discussing issues together and working out how they feel about Dean rage-hunting Bad Kaia

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hey look it's that one cabin that has been in like every episode of the show in the same way that one little stoney valley was in every episode of BBC Merlin

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Has she lost her spear??

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Dean, that was RUDE, you're so horrible to all these versions of Kaia

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That zoom up on his face is one of the top 10 Dean Is Not Okay zooms of the show

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So not like "bad cas" or "new bobby" are Dean's definitions for AU peeps - no word on what Charlie is to him, maybe because AU Charlie is a real issue for him to define as he couldn't help treating her like his Charlie.

But Bad Kaia insists that she is to Kaia what she is to me - they're joined in a different way. A way that back in Wayward Sisters was implied to be a dreamwalking connection of a very different sort, something anchoring our Kaia to the bad place and their connection was... weird.

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"That was an accident. I was trying to kill the blonde" She's remorseful about killing Kaia but upsets them even more by reminding them that she was out for Claire instead.

How about we kill no one, bad Kaia

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Oh no, Michael keeps sending monsters after her... Now she sounds like the original Kaia just because she's got "always more" things out for her. I suppose Michael learned of her through Dean, found her, and either wants to stop her or capture her because she has universe-crossing dreamwalking abilities, and woooow that will be useful to him.

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NOOO SLEEPING BEAUTY DIED. THIS IS REALLY BAD. JACK COULDN'T SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE HEEEEEEEEEER

waaaaaaaaaah

Stop fuelling Nougat having an interesting dark arc about his entire self and purpose and let him just hang around the bunker and watch TV and eat nougat and be hugged. Can we not just have a son who is okay and nothing is wrong with him?

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Oh no even the random hunter (did I really catch her name as Brunhilda or did I imagine that?) is crying at Jack crying over Sleeping Beauty dying. Cas is contractually obliged not to cry or do complicated stunts but he looks miserable too.

Oh, jack figured out the pendant?

But can they actually save Sleeping Beauty?

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Sam as usual getting in before I can - "Break her!??!?"

don't you dare hurt Kaia any more, she's already told you what she knows, Michael hurt her, you punched her out with the same face and then threatened her a bunch. She might be a snarky monster-hunting feral woodland weirdo but she's still Kaia-like and you have a history of being completely horrible to Kaia-like girls when you're in a bad place.

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And it turns out Dean just wants the spear that pronged him, to figure out what it did and how to hurt Michael with it. To go on his own revenge mission that he denied Jack because, guys, we are now in competition for who gets to have the angsty anti-Michael revenge mission. Jack and Dean literally competing to be most angsty about it.

Jack is being considerably more productive even if Dean solved the Kaia mystery.

But yeah. Revenge sucks you guys.

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Dean you need to eat a snickers and take a rest.

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smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk because fuck you Dean for always hurting me and the other Kaia who is probably also me.

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Jack is being much smarter.

The smartest cookie.

Who needs powers when you are a good cookie.

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"She wasn't cursed. This was."

GOOD COOKIE.

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I vote Jack gets to kill Michael. Dean has lost his Michael killing rights.

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"You're no different from him. Threats, violence, anything to get what you want." "I am nothing like him."

Hon.

"Yeah you are. And you always have been."

I don't know if Kaia knows or if she's pulling a gambit, but acting like a mystic know it all and reading Dean stone cold in a villain way sure did take some of his rage away into that good old Dean self-loathing and fear, which was one heck of a good chess move regardless of if she can magically read him or not.

No I don't think Dean is these things but Michael is a means of exploring Dean's "blunt little weapon" sort of mindset that he has suffered from because of John's upbringing all this time, and Michael emotionally mauling Dean to the point of being a non-functioning worst version of himself who threatens Kaia (AGAIN) really is an on the nose way to display the sort of trauma that Michael tore into his psyche.

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Crap I need to go to yoga, but this is too good to rush so even though I don't have much left, I will be back for proper notes in a bit!

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Him smash magic glowy thing with hammer

just like i told myboy to do!

Cas's hair is ridiculously spiky.

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"What happened?"

YOU MADE NOUGAT FEEL GOOD ABOUT HIMSELF THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED

Aww jack to an empty room

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Sam I  have been gone for hours. How have you not tackled Dean to the floor and apologised to Bad Kaia

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"I saw what you did to her, when you got angry. You shoved your gun in her face." To be fair, at the time Dean had also been emotionally mauled by the feels bear because Jack gave him a vision of Mary being tortured in Hell-equivalent and he was also fucked up beyond belief.

Kaias really are seeing the worst side of him all the time.

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Bobo likes breaking Dean

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That was enough to make Dean let go

Also to ask a really good question about how she knows!

I'm way more curious about Kaia than Dean yelling at her :P

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Then she points out that he's angry and impatient because he's scared, like, duh, but sometimes he needs to be reminded that he can have "weak" emotions like that because he wants to be all tough and on the case and instead he's freaked out because Michael has messed him up completely. Like. Stay home. Help the boy with lore or something. Take a pyjama day.

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Wheee full flashback!

The early evening light gives it a Bad Place colour tinge, which is awesome.

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I can't believe Mikey shows up in his hat but not his jacket.

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He says he's BORROWING Dean here. Hm.

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Also, what I suspected, that he sensed her around and was just curious. Probably having a "what the fuck that's KAIA!?" from Dean inside him and being like Kaia huh? Time to chat.

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Mikey do you literally not have your own version of that fuck off huge spear they stabbed Cas with a couple seasons ago, or do you just collect cool spears?

There's something more than usually terrifying about his face in this conversation.

And he now says there's a war coming and thinks something weird like Bad Kaia might appreciate being on his side.

Oh boy.

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"Wild one" that's so cool

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Michael really has some great lines for being a massive pillock

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Omg he fight good too

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AAH this is Kaia's memory and she's psychically implanting it in Dean's head

"Stop!" he says, clearly not enjoying watching himself beat up Bad Kaia and, like, realising exactly how awful it looks to do this when he has to watch himself from the outside and for all we know feel her pain too.

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Of course Dean being desperate to get the spear to fight Michael could come across with a blur of ambiguity of Michael being desperate still to have it, whether to stop Kaia using it or because he just really wanted it and doesn't like being told no.

The concept that Michael just disappeared from Dean still lingers.

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So many fights with a whole bunch of people this season. Maybe just because there's so many friggin characters

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"Now you're in trouble" *Bad Kaia literally leaps through a window to avoid dealing with this* I love her

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NICE STAB

thanks for saving Jody

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Well that was quick

Also you're badass and terrifying and I think Claire might fall in love with you too >.>

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"I'm used to it" Oh babe.

She literally raised herself in a terrifying doomy forest so

I mean at least this world has dry crackers and beans. SCORE

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Jody has got a LOT of thinking to do about how to phrase any of this to Claire.

"So there's a feral Kaia living in the woods outside of town"

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Awww Sam offering her a lift to the hospital

Bobo wants us to remember 9x06 and Dean having to tend Cas's broken hand maybe

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Sam. Hug her right now. RIGHT NOW.

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Nope Jody just looks really tormented

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She's in a reverse Jack position - one mom to 3 hunters instead of one kid to 3 hunters :P

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Hey look it is Jack and one of his fathers.

"Jules is off!" Hey look Sleeping Beauty was called Jules. Nerdylittleshit doesn't read these notes however so she will never know that I decided this character was named after her :P

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Cas apologises for not being there for Jack, because it took this long to realise he's the father who's always at work while others have taken the stereotypically maternal role to Jack, Cas just gets to be the cool strong father who is usually dead, captured or just busy saving people and too busy for Jack as a result.

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"It's okay," Jack says, sounding considerably more emotionally balanced about it than he had in 14x01 when everyone was neglecting him

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"Today you PROVED that you have the mind of a hunter. And the heart of a hunter" Raised by the best, bitches!

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Awwww Cas wants to be a hunter with Jack! They can get a terrible car and hit the road and do an easy case and bond as they go and eat crappy food at diners and

Jack develops Nephilim Flu in response to having a nice moment with a father because he's so unused to being treated with full attention.

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Cas: *squints*

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"Must be getting my first cold!"

I have a cold too Jack! Awww!!

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Cas is going to make him some soup. This is too sweet. I don't even have words for any of this it's just gross. My teeth hurt.

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Jack I swear to god if you stopped your revenge quest and it hurt you so bad inside you're about to cough up a lung I am going to LA to kick the writers' asses in person so if you dare be even the slightest bit consumptive

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Oh thank god the scene changed before he coughed blood into his hand

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Awww and then Dean admits Sam was right, while still being the one driving on the way back.

I wonder if they filmed these side by side. "Dean slow down" "Sam you were right"

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"What Michael used me for" Ouch, hearing him say it like that... Sad sad thoughts.

He just wanted to skip ahead and have it all done because revenge makes you feel SO much better.

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"Dean... you did what you had to do" Okay it's even worse hearing someone else justify it rather than hearing that phrase come out of someone's mouth. At least when they say it about themselves they're just in a bad place. I don't even know if this is a pavlovian response I'm having but really flipping it around to have Sam say it is a validation - Sam certainly thinks things are better off with a dead Lucifer and would have a favourable bias, because it got the job done and whatever Mikey is up to at least it's not Lucifer doing it. Because even if Lucifer were doing the exact same things it would just be intangibly but clearly worse.

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"It wasn't a blink, being possessed."

Dean says to Sam, who has been possessed by an angel twice and when it was Gadreel, for almost as long as Dean was Michaeled

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Dean's so freaked out because fighting the drowning sense of being possessed was so horrifying and made him feel so weak and useless and he didn't even win that fight, Michael just bailed and let him have it back. With the "I own you" hovering over him.

It certainly reeks of being haunted by a bad relationship. The sense the nasty abusive ex hovering around outside the place you work every night...

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"And it's all on me, man" No it isn't, he got through because Lucifer told him how.

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Well I mean if you wanna go cosmic consequences, yeah it is because Billie done told you not to go universe hopping and that's several billion dominoes you messed around with doing exactly that

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But despite how I spent all of season 13 SHRIEKING at you not to do it while knowing full well you did, and how this is technically your cosmic hubris for doing that, I also don't actually blame you on a personal level, Dean. Just, like, so you know once I get back to the shrieking. Because ow you are very sad and in pain and if Nougat wasn't coming down with Nephilim Flu in the other scenes I'd basically rank you No 1 for wrapping in blankets and feeding soup.

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You're still in the top 10. Jodi had a pretty bad day too :P

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Oh COME ON JACK

*starts packing my bags for the ass kicking*

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Aww Jack to an empty room

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Um EXCUSE ME HOW MANY CONSUMPTIVE TISSUES HAVE YOU GONE THROUGH?

GO FIND YOUR FATHER RIGHT NOW

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HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE WEEKS?

Well no wonder you've been in a panic to get Michael killed.

SHEESH.

Dean's back and he's gonna kick your ass because he remembers when Sam did this in the Trials and he is very very anti consumptive family members.

[wolfjustdraws]

Le Gentilhomme Aimant Sans Pitié - Lockwood x Lucy 1

“What the Hell is that Chain for?!” Lockwood x Lucy

Lockwood and Co. Series

Summary: What happened with La Belle Dame Sans Merci, but reverse.

————Lockwood————

Our clients certainly made an image of themselves. There were two of them; an older man and a girl possibly our age. The man was short and roundish, he wore a yellow jacket with leather patches on the elbows, a grey waistcoat which was pushed outwards by his belly over a white v-neck shirt that allowed some of his chest hair to show and some deep red pants that basically screamed for attention. Quite a looker really.

The girl beside him was skinny and scrawny like a malnourished kitty. She had a pair of faded jeans and a long pink shirt that fitted her much too big and only managed accentuate how thin she was. Her mouth was a delicate, sad line, her eyes sunken and seemingly far into the unknown and her face framed with a long mane of hair that somehow shadowed her eyes.

“This is Mr Lewis Tufnell” Holly said as they walked in “Mr Tufnell and…”

“And Charity Budd” Mr Tufnell walked forward and shook out hands. The lass moved behind in a trance-like state, her hands heavily perched together in front of her. In fact, too heavily-

I looked at Lucy to make sure she noticed them too, and of course she did. George walked in with the tea ready and stopped, open-mouthed when he saw it too, and Holly was feverishly gesticulating at us.

The girl was being held by a chain. It didn’t matter how polished and shiny it looked, it was a chain.

Mr Tufnell did not wait for an invitation and sat down on the sofa, pulling the girl down after himself. She seemed to sink into the couch, her shoulders slouching and the chains clicking softly as she settled herself.

I cleared my throat.

“Er, good morning” I began a little uncertain “I’m Anthony Lockwood. Now, Mr Tufnell-”

“Call me Lew!” He exclaimed flamboyantly “Plain Lew Tufnell! That’s how I like it. No airs and graces about me, I hope. Proprietor of Tufnell’s Theatre, not to mention Tufnell’s Marvels and Tufnell’s Traveling Fairground of Astonishment and Delight. More to the point, I’m also a man at his wits’ end, for my establishment is cursed by an evil spirit that threatens me with ruin” He made a small pause to sigh and notice Holly’s seed cake on the table “Ooh. Is that little morsel for me? Smashing!”

“Well, we were kind of hoping to share it out between us” George said, but I raised my hand.

“Before we deal with cake or curse, there’s one thing we need to discuss…” I hoped Mr Tufnell would take a hint, but he was obliviously clueless “Well, we can’t help noticing the chain…” The man seemed startled for a second there, but then smiled.

“Oh, that’s just for dear Charity’s safety. Don’t worry about it” I frowned.

“I don’t. But-”

“She won’t hurt you or your associates, no, not poor Charity here” He patted her long hair “She’s just not so particular about herself, if you take my meaning. See that cake knife there? If I weren’t vigilant, she’d be on it in a trice. Bury it in her own heart, she would, and spoil your lovely carpet”

I looked between the carpet and the knife, noticing how the others did too, then looked at the girl, pale and distant.

“She’d stab herself?” Lucy asked carefully.

“Assuredly”

“Surely, Mr Tufnell” Holly, who was perched in George’s chair, chimed it “If she’s, well, ill, she should be in a hospital. She needs doctors-”

“No doctor can help her now, miss” Lew Tufnell shook his head sadly “They’d drug her and truss her around while her life drains out of her regardless of what they try. In a day or two she’d just be another corpse who’s spirit’s gone. Waste of time, doctors. No, miss, we need you. That’s why we are here”

“I don’t understand” I said after a little silence in which I looked around at the others “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what we can do to help her. Now, if there’s a spirit in your establishment-”

“It was the ghost that did this to poor Charity” Mr Tufnell said. We gazed at the lass again; at her stillness, her passivity, her unseeing eyes.

“Ghost-touched, you mean?” George asked.

“No, not touched physically” Mr Tufnell answered, “thought, it was a close call, her heart is snared; his sucking her spirit out of her, making her weak. I don’t think she’ll live farther than two more nights, maybe less, then he’ll come to finish what he started” He looked at the girl sadly “If you destroy him, maybe it’ll break the link. Maybe she’ll come back. I dunno”

I crossed my legs in a businesslike manner. I still disliked the chain, but if it was the only thing preventing her from ending her life in a hurry, then something better be done, and quickly “You’d better tell us about this ghost, then” Lucy got to her feet.

“I think first we should all have some tea”

“And I think” George moved too “I should bury this cake knife where it belongs”

“That’ll be splendid” Mr Tufnell exclaimed “I love cake” Lucy started fumbling with the teapot and the cups in the tray.

“Some tea for miss Charity too?” Lucy offered her a cup, but the lass remained impassive.

“Oh no” Mr Tufnell took the cup from Lucy’s hands “She’s not eating anymore, not since it happened anyway” As she took care of the rest of the cups, I noticed how Lucy’s nice skirt went up a few centimeters (particularly on her behind) as she lowered herself a little. I kept my eyes away from the compelling image, as I had taught myself to do for the last years, but unmistakeable noticed how Mr Tufnell did not.

“Well” He remarked a little to himself, but loud enough for all of us to listen “You’re a bright little shower, and no mistake. Scrubbed and shiny and pleasing to the eye. I could find jobs for you on one or two of my shows, if this agency lark doesn’t work out” He flashed her a washy smile, which I noticed only made her frown a little scaredy “Couple of little dresses, a few sequins, twinkly tassels in appropriate places…you’d fit right in”

“That’s nice to know” I said through gritted teeth, my insides furiously boiling with something I couldn’t quite name “George here will bare it in mind. Now, how can we help you in our present capacity as professional psychical investigation agents?”

“Tell us about this evil spirit” Holly spoke crisply. She also hadn’t liked his comment; none of us had. She turned a page to her notepad and held her biro ready “What is it, how it appears, and how its affecting this poor girl”

“Its not just Charity who’s been affected, I’m afraid; there’s been a death too. The theatre and fairground are no longer a safe place for young lassies, no thanks to him” He took a great bite of the cake “I’ll be brief. I’m a busy man; I can’t sit around all day munching cake, even if you can. Well, the background’s quickly told. You’ll have heard of Tufnell’s Traveling Fairground, no doubt. Been in the family a hundred years. My old dad now, Frank Tufnell, he used to take it up and down the country, but what with the Problem, travel’s no longer safe. So, the last twenty years we’ve taken roots in Stratford, east London. There’s an old theatre in the site- Palace Theatre, its called; been there a couple of hundred yeas itself, they say- and we use it for magic shows and circus entertainments, as well as housing Tufnell’s Marvels. The fair’s set up permanently around it. A tenner gets you entry for the whole shebang, and for that, my friends, you have a feast of wonderment that never ceases or runs dry. Plus a free hot dog for kids on Sundays. Now that’s what I call value”

Listening to the man’s blubbering was like listening to the radio’s continuous advertisements about this and that and the other. Boring. I listened to him nonetheless, looking out the window for something more interesting to look at “Indeed. You mentioned something about a ghost”

“I did. It walks the theatre’s corridors at night in the guise of a cloaked man, athletic and suave, or so I’m told, yet with an evil heart” He shuddered greatly “His already taken one of my lasses, and Charity here won’t linger long. Any young lady he meets never lives to tell his tale. They call him…” He looked at the girl beside him and leaned forward, his voice descending into a whisper “They call him…Le Gentilhomme Aimant Sans Pitié”

[valeriemperez]

Was he really walking back to Candice? :)

I’ll let you decide for yourself :)

I need the lightning rod theory to be official. Barry may have said that the sound of Iris’ voice brings him home, but Cisco vibed Iris into the Speedforce to get Barry out. In 3x16, Barry used Jay’s helmet to get himself out. Now he literally has no way of coming out if he becomes one with the Speedforce. Having Iris be the sole person to get him out would solidify just how important she is to Barry.

Terminal Velocity was the first time the concept was named in the comics, so it would be fitting for them to name it in this arc.

Shouldn’t they already know about Iris’s lightning rod capabilities? She got him out of the SF before

The difference is that Iris has needed to use Cisco as an anchor in 2.21 and 3.17. She hasn’t been able to do it on her own, or rather Barry hasn’t been able to get out just by thinking about her (similar to 1.21).

I definitely think Barry will be back (from the SF) and with Iris at the end of 323. S1 and 3 mirror each other. They also progress the S1 narrative. Barry and Iris are destined to be together and There is no Flash without Iris West. S1 and 2 also ended very tenuously for them. I think the TPTB understand that Barry and WA need a win. It might be a bit much to squeeze a wedding in between all the madness, but I’m hopeful it could happen. They squeezed Caitlin+Ronnie’s wedding into 123.

You and I agree on this point. I don’t deny that they could leave us hanging all hiatus, but I think it’s more satisfying for the big shocking moment to come an act or two before the finale, then be resolved only to have a somewhat related cliffhanger. 

For example, the structure of season 1′s finale: Barry is gonna save his mom and change everything! JK, he didn’t. He came back and Reverse Flash was defeated! But oh no, now there’s a wormhole!Versus the structure of season 2′s finale: Barry created a time remnant of himself to defeat Zoom! Holy crap, his dad’s doppleganger is Jay? This makes him sad, so even though Iris loves him (yay!) he creates Flashpoint (boo!).

IMO, having the speedforce scene we saw last night earlier on would be following 1.23. Whereas having it at the end is following 2.23, and I don’t want that.

What do you think of the idea that HR is actually the one in the coffin because Tom was seen wearing both a shirt/jacket and a shirt/waistcoat at different times, but never together (from the cemetery pictures)? Also we see a reappearance of the messy hair (could just be that they hadn’t styled it yet), as well as the fact that I doubt it’s Caitlin/KF because what she is wearing isn’t really something you’d be buried in? Therefore, I reckon that HR is the one in the coffin :)

I think that is excellent inductive reasoning, and I agree with you. 

@notyetbulletproof said:

Tati! What if Iris says something like “no you can’t go, i can’t lose you Barry” and Barry says “remember what you said to me, you’re Iris west and I’m Barry Allen and we always find each other. We’ll find each other Iris.” 😳🙃😱

That would destroy me, but I hope the writers thought of it!

I’ve been spending far too much time analyzing the BTS photos/video, trying to figure everything out. Maybe I’m grasping at straws here, but on the theory that the GG/CP scene is different from the group scene, I almost think the background is different in each scene too. Obviously the group scene is the wrong angle to tell, but they clearly come out of somewhere (the building?), whereas the GG/CP scene is in front of the wall under the STAR Labs screen (on the other side of the door).

I am liking this more and more.

So i was watching those gifs/ clips and noticed that Candice / Iris looks down at her hand when grant/ Barry is crouched and it looks like she says “gone” . I wonder if that was in the script or if she was just joking. I’m guessing he’s gone into the speed force AGAIN (?) I hope they’re not going to reset time again.

Once she’s looked down, she’s breaking character and joking. But yes, Barry has gone into the speedforce. I don’t think there will be any reset, though. It’ll be like 2.20 or 3.16, except this time they think it’s permanent.

That moment when you’re working with your dad, who’s not actually your dad, at the same time your mom who’s not actually your mom comes to take you into the Speedforce.

Parents can be a real trip, huh?

[tinknevertalks]

Planning out dad's gift and I think there'll be more bagging out (like I did at one point with his shirt). Gonna go for dinner at my parents house then bedtime routine then try try try to make a small scale version to see if what I'm thinking of doing is even possible. I think it is. We shall see.

For the girls I'm making Bluey PJ's.

For my sister I'm making [redacted].

My Mam and brother? ... I'll get back to you on that. Might make Mam a little bag with knitting sheep on? I dunno. I know very little tbh. I'll figure something out.

[swan1974-blog]

Swan Willy

Swan Goes In His Office. Swan Titled The Script Called Help, Police, Murder Swan Put His Name Under The Title. Swan Puts Based On The 1971 Film Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory Swan Now Wrote The Cast List On The Computer. Swan Typed, Cast List Swan Reese- Willy Wonka Robert Englund- James Wilkinson/Slugworth Jeannette Mccurdy- Charlie Bucket Nathan Kress- Mike Teevee Miranda Crossgrove- Violet Beauregarde Noah Munck- Augustus Gloop Dove Reese- Veruca Salt Jerry Trainor- Marvin Loompa Anton Phibes Reese-Grandpa Joe Bucket Sean Flynn- Mr Beauregarde Jamie Lynn Spears- Mrs. Teevee Paul Williams- Mr Salt Swan Typed, The Day Was October 1, 1971, When Two Stories Flooded The Media Worldwide. In Florida, The Magic Kingdom Opened Its Doors To Excited Tourists For The First Time. Elsewhere In The World, It Was Also The Day When Willy Wonka, The Famous And Reclusive Candyman Invited Five Lucky Children Into His Factory. The Children Were The First Known Humans Besides Wonka Himself To Enter The Mysterious Factory In 15 Years. A Large Crowd Of People And News Anchors From All Over The World Surrounded The Lucky Children And Their Chaperones. A Band Played Disco Not Too Far From Charlie Bucket, The Child Who Found The Last Golden Ticket Just One Day Prior. He Was Overwhelmed By The Crowds And The Media. He Was Not Used To All Of The Attention. He Felt Himself Shake With Both Excitement And Nervousness. "Are You Alright Charlie?" His Grandfather Joe Asked Him. "Yeah! Of Course!" Charlie Replied With A Weak Smile. Charlie Looked Around His Surroundings. Violet Beauregarde, The Third Child To Find The Ticket And Her Used Car Salesman Father Sat Next To Him, Both Admiring The Attention They Received From The Media. He Could See Mr. Beauregarde Attempting To Advertise His Business. Violet Rolled Her Eyes And Nudged Him. "Come On Dad! For Heaven's Sake It's My Show! Hi Cornelia, How Are You Sweetie? How's This For A Stretch?" She Sweetly Stated As She Took Her Record-Winning Piece Of Gum Out Of Her Mouth And Stretched It With Her Teeth. Charlie Cringed With Disgust And Looked Over To See Mike Teevee, Easily The Youngest Of The Children, Clad In A Cowboy Costume Loudly Yelling At The Cameraman: "Hey Mom, We're On Tv! Hi Everybody In Marble Falls! Hi Billy! Hi Maggie! Hi Fishface! How Do I Look?" Mike Then Stood Up And Egotistically Pointed His Toy Gun At The Camera. Next To The Teevees Was Augustus Gloop, The Largest Child And His Mother. Augustus Was Chowing Down A Powdered Donut. Charlie Could See His Mother Saying Something To Her Hungry Son And He Immediately Stopped Eating The Donut. At The Opposite End Of Where He And Grandpa Joe Sat Was Veruca Salt, Dressed In A Fancy Mink Coat And Her Father. She Whispered Something To Her Well-Dressed Father As She Let Out A Menacing Smirk. Before Anyone Realized It, The Clock Struck 10 O'clock And The Bell Inside The Factory Rang. Everyone Paused And Listened To The Bell Ring Many More Times, All Waiting For The Reclusive Candyman. All Five Children And Their Chaperones Rose From Their Spots. Charlie's Heart Raced With Excitement. He Completely Blocked Out Violet's Loud Chomping Nearby. The Factory Door Swung Open And Seconds Later, A Short Man About 5 Foot 2 With Purple Aviator Glasses With Neon Green Metal Frames Around The Purple Lenses. The Purple Lenses Give A Shadow On His Eyes. He Was Sporting A Flamboyant Plum Purple Velvet Knee Length Frockcoat With Light Purple Trims Around The Cuffs And Lapels With Two Large Pockets To Take Away From The Svelt, Feminine Line. Also There Was A Neon Green Colored Inner Silk Lining Of The Purple Jacket. A Satin Black Flowing Shirt With A Distinctive Purple & Violet Lamé Stripes With Purple And Pink Floral Design On The Striped Background Of The Lapel Waistcoat, He Also Wore Neon Green Flared Bellbottoms That Reached To The Floor Hiding His Short Heeled Purple Boots Along With A Brown Top Hat With A Light Blue Felt Hat-Band To Match With The Same Light Blue Fluffy Bow Tie Shows A Man Who Knows How To Compliment His Aqua Ocean Blue Eyes. He Walked Out Limping With Royal Purple Satin Gloves On A Purple Cane There Was Golden Blonde Shoulder Length Wavy Hair Locks That Curved Around His Face Giving Him A Illusion Of Youth And The Bangs Hanging Over His Aviator Purple Glasses. He Has Rosy Plump Cheeks. His Eccentric Wardrobe Gives The Impression That Willy Wonka Is A Phoenix-Like Man Arising From His Creative And Eccentric Genius. The Idea That Willy Wonka Is Fun And Whimsical, And Clearly Doesn't Care About Matching. Aside From His Clothes, He Has Bright Ocean Blue Aqua Twinkling Eyes And His Eccentric Personality Matches His Clothes. He Is Physically Small, But His Eccentric Colorful Persona Is Larger Than Life. He Is Very Skinny And Youthful. He Is Very Very Fit And Filled With Life. He Is Also Both Charming And Sensitive. The Children Thought How Clever He Looked! How Quick And Sharp And Full Of Life! Willy Kept Making Quick Jerky Little Movements With His Head, Cocking It This Way And That, And Taking Everything In With Those Bright Twinkling Aqua Blue Ocean Eyes. He Was Like A Squirrel In The Quickness Of His Movements, Like A Quick Clever Old Squirrel From The Park. The Eccentric Brilliant Candyman Slowly Trudged Towards The Gate. Everyone's Excitement Faded Upon Seeing Wonka's Frail Condition. Silence Filled The Air. When He Reached The Door, He Dropped His Cane And Tumbled Facedown Onto The Floor. Rather Than Landing, He Did A Somersault And Stood Upright. The Entire Crowd Applauded And Cheered. Charlie Let Out A Huge Smile. "Welcome My Friends, Welcome To My Chocolate Factory. Would You Please Come Forward?" Wonka Warmly Asked The Lucky Children As They And Their Respective Chaperones Darted Towards The Candyman. He Has A Voice That's Just A Slight Bit Higher And Youthful. "Get Back You! Come On Veruca Sweetheart!" Mr. Salt Yelled As His Daughter Shoved Augustus Towards The Crowd To Reach The Front Of The Line. Charlie Heard Mrs. Gloop Yelling At The Salts In German. He Did Not Care That He Wound Up Being The Last One In Line. All That Mattered To Him Was The Fact That His Longtime Dream Was About To Come True. Wonka Kindly Smiled At The Children. "Welcome. It's Nice To Have You Here. I'm So Glad You Can Come. It's Going To Be Such An Exciting Day. I Hope You Enjoy It. I Think You Will..." Once All Of The Children Introduced Themselves And Handed Their Golden Tickets, Wonka Gestured The Group Inside. The Disco Music And The Cheering Resumed As They All Stepped Into The Chocolate Factory. After The Door Was Closed, The Dull-Gray Room Was Dead Silent. The Cheering And The Disco Music Were No Longer Heard. "These Are Funny-Looking Coat Hangers." Mike Remarked As Wonka Instructed The Group To Hang Their Coats On Hand-Shaped Holders. Veruca Screamed When The Holder Snatched Her Mink Coat. "Nothing Alarming Here, Do Not Worry..." Wonka Told Her In A Calm Manner. When The Group Began To Walk Towards The Next Room, Wonka Suddenly Swung His Cane In Front Of Them, Nearly Whacking Violet And Her Father. Wonka Says,Strike That. Reverse It, Before We Can Proceed, It Has Come To My Attention That Only The Children Can Participate In My Tour... "But Mr. Wonka- The Tickets Said That Each Winner Could Bring One Guardian And No One Else..." Grandpa Joe Protested, Somewhat Paraphrasing It. Wonka Paused And Grabbed His Chin. "Hmm...You Are Quite Right Sir But There Has Been A Slight Change. The Workers Got A Tad Nervous About All Of These People Coming Today. So I Decided That Since The Children Are My Lucky Contestants, They Will Be The Only Ones Who Can See The Rest Of My Factory..." "Not Mike! He's Not Old Enough To Be By Himself! He's Only Nine! Mr. Wonka, Can I At Least Come With?" Mrs. Teevee Pleaded, Tightly Grabbing Her Tiny Son By Shoulders. "If You Won't Let Him Join Us, Then He Will Therefore Be Disqualified From The Tour..." Wonka Sternly Told Her. "I Can Keep An Eye On Him! I'll Make Sure He'll Be Okay!" Charlie Piped Up. "Why Thank You Young Man, I Appreciate Your Concern." Mrs. Teevee Replied, Still Not Convinced By The Last Minute Change. "Veruca Sweetheart I Do Not Like This. Let's G-" Before Mr. Salt Could Finish Veruca Aggressively Backed Away From Him. "I Want To Stay! I'm Not A Child Anymore! You Are A Rotten Father And You Always Make Things Difficult!" She Snarled As She Loudly Stomped Her Foot. Wonka Slightly Smirked At The Girl's Tantrum. "Mom, I Wanna Check This Place Out. I Bet There's At Least A Tv Here!" Mike Whined. Mrs. Teevee Sighed. "Very Well Then. Now You Behave Yourself Or You Will Watch The News For A Week!" Mike's Bright Blue Eyes Widened In Horror At The Thought Of Being Deprived Of His Favorite Violent Western Tv Shows And Being Forced To Watch The Dreadfully Boring News For A Whole Week. "If Anything Goes Wrong, I Will Call My Lawyer!" Mr. Beauregarde Threatened. "I Apologize For The Inconvenience. Since You Will Not See The Rest Of My Factory, I Have A Sample Of My Soothing Pineapple Rum Flavored Taffies. They Have Been Tested And No Adverse Side Effects Were Reported." Wonka Explained To The Chaperones. He Handed Each Adult A Round Tan-Colored Taffy. "How The Bloody Hell Are These Soothing? This Is Just Plain Taffy! I Don't Believe In This Rubbish!" Mr. Salt Snapped. Wonka Glared At Him. "I Can Assure You That As You Put It, Is Not Plain Taffy. It'll Sooth Your Tight Nerves And You Will Be Relaxed, As If You Are On A Beautiful Beach. Take A Bite." As The Adults Began To Eat Their Taffies, Veruca Huffed To Herself. "Hey Daddy! I Want A Soothing Pineapple Rum Taffy! Now!" She Barked. "It's For The Adults Only You Twit! Weren't You Listening?!" Violet Shouted With Annoyance. "Excellent. Now That The Grownups Have Their Samples, It's Your Turn My Dear Children. Just Follow Me To The Next Room And You Will Find My Wonderful Creations. Goodbye, Auf Weidersehn, Farewell My Dear Chaperones...' Wonka Told The Adults As He Led The Children Towards The Next Room.

[alexandrascarber-blog]

How Perfectly Are You Living?

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Achievement unlocked: Update a look! (Given when you change the cover of your ironing board.)

Also, I have washed, dried, and ironed the fabric I'm gonna make the girls pjs out of.

We are a Bluey household through and through. XD

But now I'm gonna try and figure out what to make for dinner and get myself ready for work. Oh, and I need to make a pattern for Dad's reversible waistcoat and find a video on how to make welt pockets (yes, when I aim, I aim high).