#uhg hate that version of his name

[davishater]

Ok, hear me out @a-forbidden-detective yes, I love Winter and want them for myself, BUT idol AU where Ron and Winter are in an idol competition competing for the top spot. y/n falls for Ron and Spitz falls for Winter. 👀👀👀👀👀👀

[theinsanecrayonbox]

KP watches MH: Ghoul Squad Holiday Edition

ok let me preface this by saying that i have not watched any of the Ghoul Squad webisodes, so i cannot comment about whether this is just the webisodes strung together or not. it looks to be the same style of animation (one of the reasons i haven’t watched the webisodes), but seeing as Fright On was the original webisode style and not webisodes strung together, doesn’t necessarily mean anything. i will also note that i’ve only seen WtMH, and not Electrified, so i might make comments about things they reference that have been establish, but i don’t know about (again, i’m not a fan of the reboot narrative, but i’m not watching this to just complain about it)

**EDIT: ok so i’ve been informed that this is new content...again, i don’t watch the webisodes, so i know nothing, and just wanted to point that out so no one woudl yell at me for not realizing if it wasn’t new

under a cut to save space and any spoilers (and since i’m writing this on my tower and not phone lol)

huh, i actually like the opening

Lagoona’s voice is too squeaky for me

i really hate these “humanology” classes. why are these monster this dumb? half of them are human descended to begin with. i could understand a few of them having this mentality (ie Cleo, since she was locked up when many of these traditions began) but all of them? the Wolf pack lived on the fringes of human society, why are you confused by this Deena?

and are there really no monster holidays? and there’s nothing wrong with Cleo’s holiday being “mummy centrc” (ok there is but there isn’t) because hello, different monsters different cultures, so different holidays. i understand that they want to create something new to be fully inclusive, but the implications make it sound like if you celebrate different holidays you’re wrong...

i loved Cleo’s doodle though

the ideas montage was fun though. Tora's actually was the closest (also awww she made up a family)...but geeze i don’t like her voice. why does everyone have whinier voices here? Abby though sounds like Tarn

and impatient children do the thing without getting the ok, yup, typical

why does Gill live in a fish tank? what about his water helmet or neck-goggles-thingy? especially since he has the headphone-things in the next scene...

but so yeah, put your all inclusive holiday on the calendar and that makes it official. sure.

so...you know what parades and floats are, but not holidays and presents...

attack of the siblings! and Frankie missing her family, awwww. and...wow Frankie is actually building herself a sister. uh...sweetie, that’d be more a daughter for you since your parents built you and they’re not your siblings, but, uh, ok...i guess that’s a *minor* nitpick. stupid reasoning for her name, still like “Al-vee-ah” would’ve been more clever. and i’m amazed the school had literal bodyparts just lying around for this...she literally made her sister in less than an hour (also Lala you can’t dismiss her feelings of missing her family, you live with your actual dad and sister)

lol overbearing/overly enthusiastic Frankie is sorta great actually. and it’s sweet that Alivia is showing interest in photography and you know art, instead of science...and Frankie doesn’t really catch onto that. it’s both the “siblings having different interests” but also the “parents wanting their children to be mini them” concepts i think. see, i am liking the *new* elements that are, you now, 100% new in this...i just don’t like the *new* versions of old things ^^;

Cleo why are you commenting on family relationships, we’ve yet to reestablish your family

why are the guys on the rock band float doing nothing to help their driving wildly out of control? you’re all idiots

when has Abby been able to shoot ice beams?

i actually do like the interactions between Deena and her Mom. it’s sort of riddled with cliched cheesy tropes, sure, but it’s nice. stating all the wolf pups are boys though is head scratching since we’ve got Alivia and Fangelica, but hat means no Pawla? does Dad Wolf have Clawd, Howleen, Pawla, Wereideth (and Packlyn) or something?

that’s not Barker! Barker’s blonde with teal streaks, not...neon pink hair??? and there’s one with neon teal hair?? and there’s real Barker with fake Barker?? i...these wolf pups confuse me so much...why have Barker’s doll counterpart in there is you don’t call him such?

Cleo wins the most i think. sorta proves why she wouldn’t work with younger siblings, just saying...

Deena your wolf form is blonde now?? how, what, why???

the 2 remaining pup she’s ding a showdown against changed between scenes! and real Barker was sitting on the stairs, and i...uhg, i give up. the animators didn’t care, so why should i >>

also wolves don’t breed like cats as far as i know; one liter doesn’t have multiple sires. the amounts of color variations in these pups don’t make sense...again, why should i care, the designers didn’t

and Mom why aren’t you more concerned that you’ve just agreed to spend thousands of dollars on phones for your daughter and her friends when you have a dozen kids to support?

now there’s 3 copies of Barker???? i-uh-rgg-GAH! ><

(side note: sell blind boxed versions of the Wolf little brothers Mattel. only have like 5 versions, with 2 common, 2 rare, and 1 ultra rare. people will buy multiple copies)

oh look that screencap i saw of people pointing out reused backgrounders...i guess this is a string of webisodes strung together... ok someone who watches the webisodes informed me that this is new content. again, i reiterate, that i don’t watch the webisodes so i know nothing

yeah putting Octa and Catty together with Ari does sort of highlight her pointlessness...

why can’t you just use your magic skullette totem to find her? you were just using it to find the wolf pups...

lol “did you do science?”

and look they are using the thingy. why that wasn’t your first idea who knows...

so...you don’t get to turn into a bat at a certain age anymore, since Fangelica can do it huh? (and it’s “fang-gell-ika” not “fan-gell-ika”?? where’s the second G come from??)

did Dracula glue a foot to a block of wood?? i was sort of joking about the school having assorted body parts lying around, but if the’re part of the arts and crafts department...O.o 

what normal person woudl allow their child to keep wild bats as a pet?? i grew up at he Farm with bats and i was taught not to touch them.

did...Cleo strip to get the “rope”? also who would let a dog in to us the bathroom? can i pretend they knocked out the parents??

also meta joke about Ghoul Squad dolls lol

if they’re so late that they’re that hungry, why didn’t they start already?

and Dracula never agreed to adopted Fangelica? Ula just decided that?? wth??? Ula you make some seriously bad life choices...like turning your house nto a school without asking your dad...or inviting strangers to live in your house without your dad’s approval...why hasn’t Dracula grounded you forever yet?

and then human girl (still hate the over use of “normie” ) teleports in...how? idk...

so...overall...yeah it’s reboot fodder. i still don’t really like the reboot narrative as a whole. but there were a few pieces that i did genuinely enjoy. if the writing and animation tried harder, it could be a whole lot better...yet at the same time i recognize that it could be a whole lot worse. if you love the reboot, i’m happy for you, but yeah still not really my cup of tea.

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Dean / New Feelings

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"I can't believe you dragged me into this." Dean huffed, putting the car in park and staring at the fancy dining hall in front of you two.

"Look, you agreed to it, now let's get it over with." you said firmly. You didn't want to be there either, but you felt obligated. It was your friend Abbie's birthday tonight, and her parents were throwing her an extravagant, over-the-top party, as usual. You hadn't been to one of her parties in years (because you absolutely hated them), but you decided to come to this one because it was her 21st birthday. Plus, she really needed you there; you were the only person who she could complain about the party to.

You didn't want to seem like an outcasted loser who's been hunting monsters and hasn't lived a normal life in almost four years, so you begged Dean to come with you. People who went to your high school would be there, and you wanted to seem like you were succeeding in life. The last thing you wanted was to be talked about.

"This dinner that you're paying for better be freaking worth it." Dean grumbled. He shut off the engine and got out of the car. You followed suit, readjusting your new (and really fucking expensive) red floor-length dress. You were annoyed that you had to buy a really nice dress for the occasion, but you couldn't deny that you felt sexy in it.

You and Dean walked up the steps to the dining hall. "Just, be nice, Dean. Please." you plead to him.

"I'll try my best. You know I hate these things." Dean stepped forward and opened the door for you, catching you off-guard. The gesture was simple, but it made your heart flutter.

Wait, what the fuck? you think. That was weird. Why did I feel that?

You've never had feelings for Dean before, but you couldn't ignore the giddy, girlish feeling you felt just now.

Pushing the thought aside, you walk into the dining hall. Dean steps by your side, looking just as horrified as you do. Everything was white. The walls, the tables, the decorations, the food, the lights - everything. The dark wooden floor was the only contrast to the blindingly bright room.

You and Dean share a nervous look. He offers his arm to you, and you snake your arm around his. You two start walking through the elegant crowd, populated with people who were dressed a billion times nicer than you two. You felt like you shouldn't even be near such expensive clothing and jewelry. You were careful to not bump into anyone, in fear of ruining someone's dress or drawing attention to yourself.

"So, am I your boyfriend, your friend, your second cousin, what?" Dean asks quietly.

You hadn't thought about that. "Uhm, I guess-"

"(Y/N)!!!" a shrill voice exclaims. Mary, a girl from your high school, runs up to you, bouncing gleefully with (what seems like) feigned delight. She grabs you in an embrace, and you're stunned but awkwardly hug back. "Oh, darling, how are you? It's been so long!"

Mary annoyed the hell out of you. She was one of those girls who thinks that everybody likes her and wants to be her friend. You're pretty sure you've spoke to her, like, twice in your entire high school career, so you're not sure why she's acting all buddy-buddy with you now.

You smile politely and say, "I'm good-"

Mary cuts you off, as if you weren't saying anything. "And, who is this handsome man on your arm?" She pushes a finger against Dean's chest, teasingly.

Dean looks uncomfortable but answers, "I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend."

Okay, well, this is happening now.

"Oh, how lovely!" Mary exclaims. She leans over to you and whispers, "Nice job, (Y/N)."

You smile nervously. "Thanks. He sure is a looker." You nudge his side.

Dean and Mary laugh uncomfortably.

Uhg, way to go, (Y/N).

"Well, it's great to see you again, (Y/N). We definitely need to catch up sometime over dinner! I'll bring my hubby, and you can bring your man, too." Mary's white teeth are starting to blind you.

"For sure!" you exclaim excitedly. As she turns and walks away, you mutter to Dean, "That's never gonna fucking happen."

He smiles, laughing softly. You notice that he's staring at you weirdly.

"What are you looking at?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

Dean opens his mouth and quickly closes it, like he's just realized what he was doing. "I've just never seen you in a dress before. And all this," He gestures vaguely to your face, "stuff."

"Makeup?" you laugh. He nods, and you roll your eyes. "I wear makeup, Dean."

"Yeah but not like," He gestures to your face again, "this."

"You need to cool it with," You gesture to his face, "this, or I'll smack the crap out of you, got it?"

Dean nods and straightens his posture up, getting back into his role as "your boyfriend". You two walk over to the bar and Dean orders two glasses of Scotch. You gladly down your entire glass, wanting this night to be over. Dean chuckled at you, calmly downing his glass, too.

Someone bumps your shoulder rather roughly, pushing past you to get to the bar. You turn to glare at the person, but realize that it's Abbie.

"Give me the strongest thing you got." she desperately begs the bartender, both arms extended on the bar dramatically.

You roll your eyes at her, poking her side. "Hey, there's people standing here, you know."

Her head whips around and she seems to have just realized that she had pushed past a person. "Oh my god, (Y/N)." She threw her arms around you, leaning her weight against you exasperatedly. "I'm so glad you're here. I'm about to blow my fucking brains out. Seriously, my mom won't stop talking and talking and talking and constantly nagging me about my posture and how I'm acting and my dad is trying to get me internships at all these fancy colleges that I don't really want and-" Her posture immediately straightens, releasing you from her hug. She had just noticed that Dean was standing next to you. She tucked a stray piece of hair under her bangs, bringing her lips inwards, obviously embarrassed.

"Hi." She smiles at him, trying to act as if she didn't just have a pity fit in front of him. She tugs your arm and asks quietly, "Who's this?"

You feel secondhand embarrassment for her, but just laugh because Dean was, luckily for her, not another stuck-up attendee of her party. "This is Dean. My friend."

"Boyfriend." Dean whispers quickly, trying to remind you of your feigned relationship.

You put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay, this is my friend Abbie. She knows we aren't dating."

At your last statement, Abbie raises her eyebrow at you challengingly, as if saying, "Are you sure about that?" You roll your eyes and nod slightly, trying to keep this exchange away from Dean's attention.

"Interesting," she almost whispers. You can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with some elaborate backstory between you and Dean and catch you in a lie. She smiles pleasantly again, takes Dean's hand, and shakes it politely. "Well, Dean, it was very nice to meet you. (Y/N), we'll be talking later. I hope you two enjoy the party." She wiggles her eyebrows teasingly at you, grabs her drink from the bar, and walks away.

You close your eyes, sighing at the thought of having to defend your and Dean's platonic relationship when you talk again with Abbie.

"Well, she seems like a hoot." Dean says, trying to edge you even more. You jab your elbow into his side, and he chuckles, amused at your discomfort at this gathering.

For the next hour or so, you two mingle with most of the party, though most of the interactions were against your will. You and Dean were devestatingly bored with the party, but, every time you tried to leave, another person would come up to start a conversation. Most of them were people who went to your high school, interested in recounting all of their achievements and, ultimately, just hearing themselves talk. You were polite and friendly, and Dean mostly remained quiet. Sometimes, however, he would snake his hand around your hip while you were mid-conversation. His touch never ceased to startle you, and you secretly wished he would touch you more...

What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Thinking.

You shook off any romantic, dreamy thoughts regarding Dean, and tried to focus on faking your way through this party. Dean was only making it more difficult whenever his large, warm hand would find its way to your hip or your lower back. You were sure he was doing this to just add credibility to your two's "relationship", but you couldn't stop thinking about him, and how you never wanted him to leave your side.

At one point during the night, you and Dean wound up talking to a really nice elderly married couple. They looked to be in their sixties, and their names were Sarah and David. While David and Dean began talking about classic cars and rock music, Sarah leaned closer to you, placing her hand on your knee. "So, (Y/N), how did you and Dean meet?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and happiness. You could tell she was a romantic.

Well, you couldn't tell her how you and Dean really met, so you decided to tell her the watered-down version. "I was caught up in some trouble a few years ago. I was going down a really dangerous path."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, (Y/N)," A look of worry washed over her face. "I'm glad you're okay now."

"Well, truthfully, I probably wouldn't be okay right now if I hadn't met Dean. He saved me one night when I was in in really deep trouble, and we became really good friends after that. Me, him, and his brother. They've become my family, and I'm really grateful for them." You smiled at your words because you had never acknowledged how much you loved the Winchester brothers until that point. You raised your eyes to look at Dean. He caught your glance, giving you an adorable closed-mouth smile before returning to his conversation with David.

You feel a rush of heat inflame your cheeks, and you turn back to see a smiling Sarah. She gave you such a knowing look, like everything just fit into place in the matter of just a small exchange. She touched your knee once more and said quietly, "Hold on to each other."

You smile once more at her, and she joins Dean and David's conversation, leaving you to your thoughts.

Does Sarah see something that I don't?

You pushed away those thoughts once more, and tried to concentrate on their conversation.

About an hour later, you and Dean decided to call it quits. You both told Sarah and David goodbye and thanked them for the company, then you found Abbie to tell her you were leaving. She reminded you of the conversation she wanted to have with you, and you promised her you would call her soon. You wished her a happy birthday, hugged her goodbye, and made your way to Dean's car.

You two drove in a sleepy yet comfortable silence. You knew you were definitely going to bed as soon as your head hit the pillow. In your sleepy haze, you lazily touched Dean's knee and said, "Thank you for coming with me. I hope you weren't as miserable as you expected to be."

He smiled and reached over to grab your hand, resting them on your leg. "I had fun." He glanced over at you, absolutely melting your heart. His thumb rubbed back and forth on your hand, soothing you and making you sleepier.

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