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though my eyes could see i still was a blind man || THROUPLE

tagging: Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ), Eva Anderson ( @anderseva ) Noah Puckerman

date & time: Thursday, August 29, 2024 @ some time between 3 pm- 5 pm

location: Professor Eva Anderson's fancy smancy PSU classroom

warnings: none!

summary: What was suppose to be them christening Eva's new desk turns into Puck and Eva telling Morgan some not so easy news to digest.

PUCK had been busy as fuck this week. Between Maya starting her sophomore year of high school, which, according to her, is a 'big deal, dad' and juggling... whatever the fuck Morgan, Eva and him were doing and having all the god damn meeting for the security department, and the reappearance of not only Santana but also his father, the ex-Marine had kind of neglected - more like forgot, about the fact that he was starting college in less than a week. So the last couple of days had been him running around stressed. Oh and speaking of baby mama's- people, baby parents returning, there was the no so small matter of, Andy's kid probbaly being Morgan's and him having no fucking idea. When, Eva had shared her suspicious, truthfully it was the only option that made sense. With Andy's general attitude toward Morgan and the timing, it was clear as fucking day, and Morgan deserved to know. Since Andy was determined to punish both their child and Morgan, that left Eva and Puck to bring it up and Puck just didn't know how the hell it was gonna go, because all he knew is what he would do. Sitting on top of the desk, he looked at Eva. "Do we hold his hand for this or do we give him space? What if he's fucking pissed? I don't know what the man looks like angry but it can't be good. Well, nah, he's probably hot as fuck angry, but you know what I mean." Then Puck ran his hand over his face. "What if he's sad?" Puck was really shit at comforting people, he was a fix it kinda guy not a cry on my shoulder type.

EVA To say that this week hadn't been hectic and messy as hell would be quite the understatement. Eva had dragged her feet all summer and put her syllabus off, as well as not deciding how to decorate her classroom, so she was in crunch mode essentially. And as if she needed another thing on her plate, that convo with Andy had left her wanting to fight for multiple reasons, but it also left her at a crossroads, which was why she'd filled Puck in on it. He had a kid himself and while his situation was different, and had no drama, she knew he'd probably have a better idea of what they should do. And of course, he did. While their plans had been to have sex in her classroom at first, things had shifted to them using the neutral space to tell Morgan their suspicions. Could she be wrong about this? Sure. Did Morgan at least deserve to know and get a paternity test done to be certain? Absolutely. Trying not pace around her classroom, Puck speaking pulled her out of her head and she sighed as she glanced over at him. "Maybe we give him space. Just to be safe." She hummed as she opened her laptop and pulled the conversation up just in case Morgan needed to read through it and see why 2+2=4 in this equation. "He'll probably feel a lot of emotions, so we just...let him feel them, and then we ask him what he needs from us." God, this right here was why she didn't want kids herself, or to be involved with them period, but there was no turning back now.

MORGAN was happy. The wind was blowing through the car, the dirt was whirled behind the wheels up into the air, and the sound of "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas was blasting through the speakers of the red pick-up truck, as it zoomed from his ranch into the city. The gravel was soon replaced by real concrete, and it didn't take long to find the first stoplight, and therefore the first sign of the city. The cowboy's hands were banging against the steering wheel to the beat of the song, and he was grinning as the guitar solos rang through his ears. He could smell the sweet cake that was next to him on the passenger seat. Eva and Puck had been incredibly busy lately, getting themselves ready for the new semester. It was so cute, how they were both new at this; Puck being a student, and Eva being a professor. So the tall man wanted to show up and support his two lovers in any kind of way that he could. He'd parked the car, grabbed the little cake box and had headed into one of the many buildings on campus. There were so many damn doors, he had to stop and ask some random person for directions. "Ms. Ander- I mean, Professor Anderson's office?" He was shown with a point, and Morgan gave the person a big smile and nodded. "Thank you! Have a great day!" He almost skipped down the hallway towards the door, knowing what two people he'd be seeing behind it, but he knocked a few times - trying to see if he could knock a little happy tune - before he opened the door and greeted Puck and Eva with a grin. "Howdy, y'all!" He moved in to peck each of their lips, and set the cake down. "Chocolate cake. I wasn't sure- I mean, I tried my best. It tastes okay." He chuckled nervously, his hand scratching the back of his head, before he snapped out of it and took a step back to admire the desk that had been assembled, and afterwards the rest of the office. "It's looks really good in here! Very professional!"

PUCK nodded in understanding of what Eva ws saying. It was probably best to give him space, and to not immediately go into talking about how to go about ensuring Morgan get the DNA test he's going to need. Only if Morgan specifically asked. Puck could be a shoulder, he has very nice and broad shoulders that are perfect for crying on, so he can put them to use and just mentally think of how to fix it, so if Morgan does come to him wanting help he'll be ready. Yeah, Puck could do the emotional intelligence thing. Just as he was about to say something, the thought was lost at the Sound of a very happy 'Howdy y'all!'. Dear god this was gonna be rough and Puck was ready to back out and just fuck on the desk like they were originally planning. But then he was getting a sweet little peck and there was a homemade chocolate cake and Puck had never wanted to be the bearer of tense news less than he did right now. But damn if Morgan was the sweetest man he'd ever encountered for making them a whole ass cake. "Hey chocolate cake made by you, gotta be good." He said supportively because he was all about encouraging chocolate cake. "Our girl knows how to make anything look good, don't she?" He looked over at Eva with a smile before getting off the desk to sit in one of the chairs by the cake. "Why'd you make us a cake?" He asked genuinely curious but also stalling.

EVA didn't like this any more than Puck did, but after blowing up with Andy, she was trying to prepare herself to be the calm one. After all, Puck was a parent and was seeing this from a parental POV, whereas she was simply just wanting to do the right thing for someone she cared about. Delivering this news was going to crush Morgan, but someone had to be strong in this situation. Though, as soon as Morgan came bouncing in with a cake, she didn't know how she'd get through this. Smiling softly at the peck, she glanced at the cake and only now did she actually remember him wanting to bake one for them. And it was a very cute gesture, one she would have been a lot more stoked about if not for the elephant in the room. Taking in the compliment about her room, which led to Puck throwing out one too, Eva shook her head. "Okay, okay. I barely did much in here, but thanks, boys." She giggled. She was grateful that Puck decided to stall first, so she pushed the chair to the desk back a little and motioned for Morgan to have a seat. "Yeah, I know the sex has been amazing, but what did we do to deserve a cake? Not that we're complaining, and I'm sure much like anything else you've made for us, this is gonna taste great, but what's this for?"

MORGAN moved around the quaint space, looking around as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He knew that it was about to become an intense time for both Puck and Eva. They wouldn't have as much time for their little fun shenanigans once work and school kicked in, so Morgan was soaking it all up. For the first time, he really truly understood why people were in relationships; the time spent together, memories being made, getting closer and learning more about each other. It excited him! So, knowing that he probably wasn't going to see them as much going forward, any time spent with the two was now cherished time. Turning around at their questions regarding the cake he'd made for them, a slight red tint grew on his cheeks. "Oh, well, y'know- you guys are working hard, gotta get some sugar in ya!" Was it because he was trying to impress them? Absolutely. For Morgan, one of his main love languages was acts of service - and what better way to show people he cared about them, than through cooking? Baking was something he wasn't so good at, but everyone liked baked goods. He watched as Eva pulled out the chair, and moved to sit down, his hands coming out of his pockets and instead going behind his head as he leaned back. "So, what's up? You guys seemed so quiet when I got here."

PUCK was not thrilled that all of this was happening so early in the development of this... throuple. They really seemed like they were headed somewhere and it's not like going through big shit isn't an importnt part of building any legit relationship, but, what if it was too early? It was hard for Puck to imagine that this kind of news wasn't going to be too much strain for something so new. While Puck wasn't ready to lose this, he was aware it was a possibility. But, it was also possible that this whole thing, while messy, could bring them all closer together. That sounded equally as scary and Puck was kind of ready to just bolt and let Eva do this shit on her own. I mean, she was the one who spoke to Andy, why was he even here? Right, for support. "For future reference I'm cool with there being no reason for a chocolate cake, but that's actually fucking adorable." He'd eat some later, right now his stomach was not feeling the whole food thing, he needed to get all this possible kid shit out first. "Unlike you I've got self control." He said with a smile, regerencing the other night when Puck walked in to Morgan and Eva two second from fucking on the couch. "Nah, we were just waiting for you, big guy." He said, looking to Eva, because she'd definitely explain all this better.

EVA couldn't help but give a half of a smile at Morgan simply baking them a cake simply for being stressed out about the school season starting. It was really thoughtful, and he hadn't even needed to go out of his way for them like this but she appreciated it anyways. She nodded in agreement with Puck's sentiments. "Yeah, I'll take anything you wanna make for me too, for any reason or no reason at all." When Puck didn't make a move to cut the cake and grab a piece, she assumed they were both in the same position of not having an appetite for it at the moment. Deciding to let Puck's other comment slide as Morgan took his seat, she was already trying to sort out how to break this news to him when the ball was practically being thrown in her court. And she would have been slapping Puck's arm if it didn't make sense for her to be the one to break the news, so she hopped up on her desk and turned to face Morgan. "We technically planned for all three of us to break in my new desk, but then something came up." She sighed. "First of all, I may have overstepped a boundary or two with your former lover and friend, Andy. We were talking about you, and they gave a timeline for you two breaking up and them getting pregnant...and to me, it sounded like you might be the father. I tried to push an answer out of them and they got super defensive, and they went from denying it to basically assuming that I was trying to come for their son and threatening to take legal action, and then saying they wouldn't let you around the son because of me now. Which isn't confirmation that you are the father, and I didn't actually come for your son which you can see for yourself but — anyways, I told Puck and we both thought that if anything, you deserve to talk to Andy and get answers in case I'm right." Once it was all out there, she finally exhaled another breath before shrugging. "I'm sorry, that was a lot, and I could be fucking wrong, but it doesn't hurt for you to be sure, right?"

MORGAN smiled as Puck talked. The man oozed confidence like nothing he'd ever seen before; it wasn't until he was in a more intimate setting that that confidence started to crack a little, but Morgan wasn't the type of person to cause those cracks to become bigger. He just appreciated the fact that he wasn't just one big facade, and that there was more to him than that, even if he probably wouldn't let people believe that. Eva, on the other hand, really was confident through and through - in the best way possible. It was the type of confidence where she really believed in herself, and didn't hesitate about her next move. She was tough and badass, and Morgan felt so incredibly honored to have been let in to see the softer and sweeter side of her. It was the sides of these two people that Morgan constantly hungered for; that sweetness, that closeness, the bond that they had. And maybe he was trying everything he could, to further grow it. So his eyes went from Puck to Eva, as it seemed like he kinda passed the baton on to her, and Morgan listened intently as she started telling everything about the conversations that the tall cowboy had blissfully been unaware of. His throat started closing and becoming dry, his heart beat picked up, and he found himself wanting to melt into the chair and not exist anymore. The words 'pregnant', 'son', 'defensive' and 'threatening' seemed so loud in his head. Blinking a few times, Morgan looked away, his breathing getting slightly heavier. He couldn't keep sitting. He was feeling restless, needing to get that anxious energy out of his body. So he stood up quickly, turning his back to Eva and Puck as she finished explaining. And the wheels inside Morgan's head started turning. What was he supposed to say to them? What was he supposed to say to anyone? He walked up to the wall, his fingers pushing one of the framed pictures up slightly, making it hang more straight as he took a deep breath. He knew what to tell them.

"I've already spoken to Andy about it." He said quietly, and turned to the two. "A few weeks ago, I asked them. He's not mine." Morgan walked up to the back of the chair, holding onto it, as if to hold on to his anger and keep it inside. "I've known Andy since I was a kid, they wouldn't lie to me. Not about that. And I believe them. But to threaten you? To take their frustrations with me, and our break-up, out on you?" Morgan's eyes never left Eva's. He wanted to make sure she understood this. His fingers tightened around the fabric of the chair. He was thoroughly pissed off. "To do anything that would cause you any kind of hurt?" He was quiet for a moment as he breathed heavily. The idea of Andy even doing that hurt him. "I'll talk to them about it."

PUCK fell as silent as he's ever been, back a little straighter, like this conversation demanded him to be at attention. As Eva spoke, Puck never looked away from Morgan, he wanted to read every micro-expression and his body language, as if it would give him the ability to read his mind or emotions. Once Morgan turned from them, Puck knew the taller man was in thought and needed a minute to process before he spoke again. Both Morgan and Eva were better at thinking before speaking than Puck was. Looking over at the professor he sighed before his eyes went right back to Morgan. It didn't really surprise him that Morgan had already asked Andy about all of this. I mean if Eva can do the math so could he, but it did surprise him how easily he was willing to accept it as the truth. While Puck didn't know Andy, he knew people and people did fucked up shit when they were angry, hurt and/or scared and from what he knows, Andy was all of those things after their breakup with Morgan. Again, his eyes stayed on Morgan, even as Morgan looked so intently at Eva, like he'd hurt anyone that brought harm to her and he wondered if being regarded by the cowboy felt as incredible as it looked, he'd have to ask Eva later. Standing up, Puck made a little nose to break the moment with his hair, which, interrupting moments between these two is starting to become his thing. "Look I don't know Andy but I do know hurt and angry folk don't act like themselves. I'm not saying they're lying to you, I'm saying they could be and I'm telling you as a father, you're gonna be heartbroken if that little boy is yours and you lose anymore time with him." All he could think was how devestated he'd have been if Maya had been kept from him, if he had missed two years of firsts. "You owe it to that kid and to yourself to make damn sure it ain't you no matter what Andy says." Maybe he had spoken out of turn but it was too late now.

EVA had half expected Morgan to need to get up, so she didn't even flinch when it happened. He was much calmer than most people would be in his shoes, but she was used to this sort of softness to him anyways so it was on brand for him. But as she watched him adjust a frame on her wall, all she could do was sigh. That was until he started explaining that he'd already asked Andy and they'd said no. That was exactly what Andy had said to her when she'd first started asking, before they got defensive. It had been bullshit, and for someone who could sell anyone anything, she knew the antics of someone trying to craft a narrative that was false and then breaking when someone challenged it. This was probably the first time the kid's paternity had come into question like this, it seemed to her as though Andy hadn't been prepared for it. Letting Morgan get worked up over Andy taking their frustration out of her, she kept her eyes locked on his until he'd finished. This situation had just gone from messy to pure hell, and as she glanced over at Puck as he spoke, she was grateful that he was pushing this as much as she was. "Puck's right. You can check the conversation for yourself if you want, but..let's just take a step back here." Eva suggested, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders. "Andy implied two things: they're still in love with you and can't be just friends with you, and they still think you're the same person you were three years ago and that you can't make time for work. They can't let you back into their life, let alone the kid's, if you're going to do what you did before. Their words, not mine. I tried to tell them that you're different now, that you have no problem making time now, and it fell on deaf ears." She explained, tempted to roll her eyes at how hard Andy had pushed back on it when they didn't know the man Morgan was now. "And don't worry about them coming for me. I can handle myself." She reassured him with a small smile.

MORGAN's jaw clenched as he stayed silent. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do, didn't even know what to think! He was frustrated, sad, angry. He could see where Puck and Eva were coming from, pushing for him to do something. All the signs were pointing towards it. Why else would Andy be so angry at him? It made sense! He didn't make time for them before, so why would he make time for their kid now? And that kind of mindset was being held against him. It was why they were so angry with him! But then again, Morgan came back to the fact that Andy just simply wouldn't lie to him. They never had before, why would they start now? Morgan's head was starting to hurt, as he was being pulled in both directions, and the palm of his hand rubbed his temple softly as he thought about what was next. "Andy's not in love with me. Is there still love between us? Yes! But it's the kind of love that never leaves two old best friends." Morgan claimed, looking between his two lovers. His voice was slightly louder than before, but he also knew other people were working in offices next door. "D'ya really not think they'd tell me, if the boy was mine?" Morgan asked, almost hesitant and like he didn't believe it himself. "I just..." closing his eyes, Morgan ran a hand through his hair, groaning quietly in frustration. "I'll talk to them." He sighed, a sudden wave of surrendering washing over him. He looked back at the two gorgeous people in front of him, sad that all of this had happened. "I'm sorry."

EVA was certain that they'd somehow taken a trip to delulu land when Morgan first shot down the idea that Andy was still in love with him. It was wild and utterly ridiculous to her that they'd still be clutching onto feelings from three years ago; however, she'd never fallen in love herself, or had a kid, so all she could do was assume that this was the type of dumb shit people did when they had one or both of those. Her jaw dropped yet again when he questioned whether they thought Andy would lie about the kid's paternity, which was the whole reason they were here after all. She just stared at him blankly as he seemed to be at least agreeing to talk to Andy, and then when Puck didn't immediately speak up, she took that as her cue and grabbed her laptop, scrolling to the important parts of that convo. "Cowboy, listen to me closely. Their exact words were: "I'm still bitter, I still love him, I can't just be his friend." Oh, and then my personal favorite was: "I just don't see a future where he and I end up together anymore and as it stands, I can't see myself going back to being just friends with him either." I might not know or like Andy very much at this moment, but that's not friend love. In fact, they also doubt that you two were ever really friends, which I'm gonna guess is them thinking that you leaving them means you weren't a real friend or lover or whatever." Eva stated before she sat her laptop down and exhaled a small breath. "I'm not saying they're a bad person, and my guess is that Andy is lying because they're afraid that you won't stick around for your son just like you didn't stay for them. Pretty sure it's also because they don't want you around as just a father to your son if they can't have you back as a lover, but that's a whole other issue. I can't judge their way of trying to protect their son — but if he is yours, you have every right to know and to be given a fair chance to prove Andy wrong. That's all we're saying."

PUCK was grateful when after Morgan spoke Eva was right there to swoop in with a response, because Puck just couldn't stop looking at Morgan. Why did he seem so calm? I mean, Puck noticed the jaw clench and that was a clear indicator of growing frustration and it made him wonder how much he could hold down before he all came pouring out and when it did who would it be aimed at, what would it look like. Morgan had already made it clear that he'll be damned if any harm comes to Eva, so he probably wouldn't direct it there. Would it be him? Would Puck have to bare his anger and frustration? He could handle it, he had endured much worse. As Eva kept talking Puck could only imagine hearing Andy's own words was tough. And very uncharacteristically, Puck wanted to comfort Morgan and tell him, no matter what it's all gonna be okay. That they would be there with him to figure this out and help him through it, but instead he stood where he was and waited for Eva to finish because even though what she was saying might be hard to hear she was 100% right and Morgan needed to hear it. "All this is... a lot. I'm guessing it's gut wrenching to think your Andy, your childhood friend, could maybe do something like this to you, but it's just a possibility, something to prepare for." Puck tried to reassure without sugarcoating, too much. "You definitely ain't gotta be sorry. Life's always throwing shit at us that we aren't sure we can catch but it ain't just you, you know? you got people. Not to sound like an after school special, but you aren't alone in any of this, man." Again, Puck was shit at this, but he was trying.

MORGAN ran a hand through his hair, watching Eva pick up her laptop and pull out the evidence. He was beginning to get frustrated. He knew it wasn't their intentions, he knew that all they were doing, was to make him aware of it and ask him to do something - especially if Oakley was his after all! And that it was all coming from the best of intentions! But as Eva read out loud exactly what Andy had said, he couldn't help but almost feel like he was being shown his mistakes, or even being made to choose. Some irrational part of him was whispering in his ear that this could also be Eva and Puck's way of getting rid of Morgan. But that was the completely irrational part of him that he, nine times out of ten, didn't believe in after all. As Eva kept explaining, Morgan had to look down at the ground. He hated this. It was heartbreaking, hearing that his ex had spoken to his...situation like that, but also that his situation suspected his ex of not telling the truth. Eva finished and Puck picked up, following after, and Morgan's eyes shot up, finding his dark brown ones. The ones that he could find himself staring into and get lost in for way too long. Nodding along slowly, Morgan sucked in a deep breath, and nodded to himself, making a decision in his mind. "Thank you for this." He said and pushed the chair in, giving both Eva and Puck a look that was determined. "Enjoy the cake." And with that, Morgan started walking, leaving the room. He almost felt the need to be sick, but he just had to get away. He needed time to think about how the hell to approach Andy like this. And how to make it up to Puck and Eva. But that required him to be alone. And so, he left; left to go home to think.

#°𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ the three fuckateers #eva anderson ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #morgan weston ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. morgan )#f2f °( ft. eva )#°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f

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solivagant-muse · 1 year ago

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3 movies, 3 books and 3 songs that changed my life (or that I love)

Thank you, Anna, for tagging me 🥺 @hersweetrevenge

Tagging... any dear moot who wishes to do this. I would love to see you all showing me if you'd like.

👉🏼👈🏼🥺

Movies

Van Helsing: I've said this before, and I'll say it again... this movie is what made me who I am today and gave me my first celebrity crush (Hugh Jackman). The hunters? Story? The werewolves? The most accurate portrayal of Frankenstein's monster? I don't care if it has a low rating. It's a 10 in my heart!!!

The Craft: Big, BIG comfort movie. Whenever I don't know what to watch, I put this on and just have it as background noise. I wanted so badly to be in a coven and have a witch as my mentor. The fashion, too? Oml... also Nancy's monologue. You'll have me randomly scream-whispering, "You don't even EXIST to me!" alone in my room lmao.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Rebellion: The movie was quite polarizing when it came out. When I first watched it, I wasn't sure what to feel about it... now? I absolutely adore this film. The animation, story, the characters, the plot twist at the end? This movie is an experience. If you like anime with dreamlike and beautiful animation, you'll like this one. Make sure to watch the series first, though!

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Books

The Picture of Dorian Gray: DORIAN MY BELOATHED. First book I read where the protagonist is a dick lmao. Blew my mind because "wow... I can write about someone who is bad???" I was 17 when I first read it and had a completely different opinion than I do now, considering I read it recently (during the lockdown).

Brave New World: This book opened my eyes to the world of fake Utopias and made me appreciate sci-fi. I am a big fantasy, supernatural, horror girlie so I was never interested in anything sci-fi. I like the old and forgotten, not the new and imagined. Aldous Huxley made me shut the hell up because this is my favorite book ever. Easily top three.

The Stranger: This book I read recently but man... so short but so powerful, it blew my damn mind and I just had to sit down for a few minutes just taking all of it in. Albert Camus threw himself in the favorite writer spot. It's a nice and short summer read!!!

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Songs

Leia: one of the Vocaloid songs I still go back to and still has a big impact on me. My eyes still water when listening to it because I love the lyrics, the music, and the story behind it oml...

Carry on Wayward Son: THIS SONG??? IS SO POETIC AND COMFORTING?

The part of: Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know

This song is pretty much a poem in music form. Makes me want to go out on an adventure with wise man as my mentor to train me in a spirital way.

Genjitsu: The tune gives me such a sense of longing, sadness, and nostalgia and almost has an out-worldly component to it... this song gave me the desire to write a book even... who knows? This song... my beloved.

#where's the art solivagant #long post

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years ago

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The Kids Aren't Alright | Chapter 1

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A/N - welcome to this new world of nonsense I've been working on. Imagine Scooby Doo but slutty and here we are. Only tagged my OG taglist but let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts. Title and lyrics from a song by The Offspring.

Chapter Summary - Welcome to the Break Away Unity Summer Camp and meet the ragtag team of counsellors responsible for keeping the place together, and failing miserably.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU Team / Later Chapters include Moreid, Temily and Ralvez.

Category - mystery | coming of age | fluff | angst | smut

Content Warnings - mentions of sexual activity, mentions of sexual identity, slutty Spencer, sad Luke, smoking.

Word Count - 4.6k

Chapter 1 - The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young, the future was so bright,

The old neighborhood was so alive,

And every kid on the whole damn street,

Was gonna make it big and not be beat.

“When was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins?”

The question was posed to each of them in turn, one on one so they couldn’t corroborate their stories with one another, so they couldn’t confer and cover any tracks that may have been left behind. It was a tactic used by law enforcement to get the unadulterated version of events following a crime. They had to ensure they got the full truth of what had happened without outside bias. Each of them had been sequestered to their cabins, alone, whilst one by one they were dragged in the office to recount their side of the events that had led to this particular occurance.

One at a time they were all subjected to the same line of questioning from the stern woman who paid their wages, the power of the situation clearly going to her head. Erin Strauss took to the role of detective like it was made for her, and as though she wasn’t merely the manager of a summer camp that had seen better days. She’d stepped away from her post for no more than twenty four hours, leaving the most senior of her staff in charge, and a child had gone missing. This could be a media nightmare if she couldn’t ascertain exactly what happened in her absence that led to the disappearance of seventeen year old Riley Jenkins.

The once prestigious Break Away Camps had been the summer destination for the teens of Virginia. Back when Strauss had been just a counsellor the camp had been split into two, one for boys and one for girls. Several years ago now the camps had been brought out and merged into one: The Break Away Unity Camp, affectionately nicknamed the BAU. Strauss had been promoted and in all honesty it had been all downhill from there.

The money stopped flowing as much and they’d had to cut back on activities, their former staff now replaced by a mismatched group of wayward teens and twenty somethings. They had fewer campers with each passing year and Strauss knew it was only a matter of time before the BAU was sold on again, only this time it would probably be bulldozed in lieu of building luxury lakefront vacation homes.

If someone was to pose the same question to Erin Strauss as she was to her staff - when was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins? - she wouldn’t have an answer for you. If truth be told Strauss did not know the names and faces of the kids that descended on her camp every year. They came for two weeks, swarmed the camp and left before another group of kids arrived for their stay. This repeated all summer, how was she supposed to keep up? She spent her time in her office, rarely seen out and about and yesterday when the boy had gone missing she wasn’t even on site. She thought she could trust Hotch to keep an eye on the place for one day. She should have known better than to leave a twenty six year old expectant father in charge when he’d had bigger things on his mind. It was Hotch’s final summer working at the BAU Camp, trying to make some last minute cash before his son was born.

Strauss knew once the cops got involved and she had to explain that she’d left the camp in the hands of Hotch and the rest of the motley crew, she would be liable regardless of what happened to Riley. So she needed to get to the bottom of this before cops needed to intervene. She was not going down with the sinking ship that was the Break Away Unity Camp.

So she was going to grill her camp counsellors until she found out the truth of what happened to Riley Jenkins and if she was lucky they would find the boy before the cops needed to be involved. If she was unlucky she might have to cover up a crime. But she'd cross that bridge if she came to it.

One by one she hauled them into her office, stared them down and asked them the simple question: when was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins? And what she unearthed would be more than just a can of worms.

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Twenty Four Hours Prior

“What do you know, kid?”

Spencer Reid pushed his messy hair back from his eyes and looked up from his chemistry textbook to see the ageing face of the Break Away Unity Camp’s resident chef staring down on him inquisitively. The older man slid a cardboard cup in front of him, his usual black coffee with three sugars no doubt, as if by way of bribing him for the inside scoop. The older man was a gossip hound, probably the only way he got through the day at his menial job. Spencer felt bad for him, it must be a boring existence to be surrounded by teens all the time.

“I can only assume you aren’t referring to my learnings on electrodes and potentiometry?” Spencer closed his book and kicked the chair opposite him so it slid out, welcoming the old man to take a seat.

There was a beat in which the man glared at him as though he were speaking an entirely foreign language before he shook it off like always when Spencer started talking chemistry.

“You assume correctly.” He sat down with a slight roll of his eyes. “I mean, what do you know about old Strauss? I heard she’s left for the day and left Hotchner in charge?”

“I find it ironic that you’re referring to her as old,” Spencer scoffed as he picked up the bribery coffee and took a sip. “But how could you have possibly heard that so fast?”

“I have my sources.” David Rossi wiggled his grey eyebrows at the young boy with a smirk.

It was barely six am and Strauss had left not a half an hour ago. The only people up at such an hour were Rossi who should be prepping for the breakfast rush, Spencer who ran on as little as a few hours sleep each night and Hotch who was probably trying to wrangle the other counsellors out of bed.

Spencer spent most of his mornings in the cafeteria with Rossi, usually with the older man trying to prize gossip out of him. Spencer being the quiet bookworm he was often heard things around the camp he shouldn’t have been privy to. They say the walls have ears, so do wall flowers. Although his shy and nerdy facade was mostly for show, not everyone was aware of this fact.

More often than not the young genius was awake by five, showered and dressed by quarter past and sitting in the canteen pouring over a textbook over a cup of coffee by half past. In the fall he was starting on his second PhD in chemistry and he'd no doubt have finished the course reading by the time his classes started. He’d been granted a scholarship but his summer job at the BAU Camp was a way to make money for school supplies. It was his first year working at the camp but he’d been coming as a camper since he was fifteen years old, right up until last year when he’d hit the cut off age of eighteen. Now at nineteen he was the youngest camp counsellor, but certainly the most reliable of them.

Spencer sipped coffee and checked his watch before pushing his chair back.

“Maybe you should spend less time hunting out gossip and more time cooking. You’ve got a half hour until the breakfast rush starts.”

As he got to his feet, grabbing up his book and coffee he noticed the panic wash over Rossi’s face while he hurried to his feet.

“Good advice kid!” Rossi was already scurrying across the hall towards the kitchen. “I’ll save you some waffles.”

“Thanks, Dave.” Spencer smiled to himself as he took a leisurely stroll outside into the blistering summer heat, cradling his book to his chest and sipping the remains of coffee.

Break Away Unity Camp was Spencer’s happy place, it always had been. It was two weeks of the year he could get away from all the expectations that came from being a child prodigy and an excuse to palm his sick mother off on his aunt for a short period of time. At BAU camp he could just be a normal teenager and Spencer relished that. Last year when he’d turned eighteen he’d had his mother committed to a facility so now he was free to spend the entire summer months working at the one place in the world he’d always felt safe.

The camp held great memories for Spencer. It was here at the camp, behind the sports building where he’d had his first kiss at sixteen years old with Alicia Martin. The following year he experienced his first blow job from his cabin-mate, Alicia’s brother Daniel. It was a week later in the same cabin that Spencer lost his virginity, not to Daniel, but to another teen named Joseph DiMarco. Last year he had his first sexual encounter with a girl, Alicia’s best friend Margot.

He’d spent so much time being the youngest of his peers and so he’d never had a chance to explore his sexuality. Camp allowed him to be around kids his own age and had led to an awakening of sorts for the young genius. Spencer came to the realisation that he didn’t care much about who he was having sex with, just as long as he was having sex with someone. His geekiness worked in his favour as no one suspected it from the sweet, innocent little genius.

That thought made him smile to himself as he headed past the campers cabins, further down the hill towards the counsellors cabins. Thankfully counsellors weren’t required to share housing, although it might have helped Spencer get laid if he had a roommate. But it wouldn’t deter him. The camp had only been open for summer for a few weeks and he had his sights set on a few of his fellow counsellors.

His own cabin was situated on the end of the boys row, his next door neighbour was the painfully attractive Derek Morgan, who despite his outward attempts at hitting on every woman on the staff, the way he looked at Spencer was not lost on the younger boy. Morgan might like to think himself as straight, but Spencer had a feeling he could be swayed.

As he padded up the slightly creaky wooden steps towards his cabin, the door to the cabin next door groaned as it was thrown open and heavy boots stepped out onto the porch.

“Morning, pretty boy.” Derek Morgan called across to his neighbour as he was slotting the key in the old lock.

“Good morning, Morgan.” Spencer replied, looking up at him through his wild hair.

He tried to hide the smirk from his lips as he noticed Morgan try to subtly eye him up and down in the way no straight man would. It made his stomach jumble into knots the way Morgan looked at him but he tried to brush it off.

“Coming to help corral the breakfast madness?” Morgan flexed his strong biceps as he stretched, the tight fabric of his burgundy camp-issued polo shirt hugging the muscles tightly.

Spencer was sure he did it on purpose.

“I’ll be right there. Just got to change.” Try not to imagine it, Spencer chuckled internally as Morgan swallowed thickly.

“Uh…right sure. See you soon.” Morgan quickly averted his gaze and started down the steps away from his cabin.

Once alone again, Spencer’s lips tugged up into a large smile as he unlocked the cabin door and slipped inside. The tension between him and Morgan was palpable and there was only one thing that would fix that.

Spencer shuddered at the mere thought as he quickly changed into his uniform and willed himself not to get too excited. The flimsy camp-issued shorts would not hide that kind of secret.

***

He pursed his lips and exhaled the smoke slowly, tilting his head back and watching as it descended into the air and dissipated. It felt almost poetic, the way in which he sometimes wished to be like that trail of smoke and be able to vanish so easily. He took another long pull on the cigarette, trying to shake himself out of the self-pity spiral he so often found himself in, and leant his head back against the wooden boards of the side of the boat shack.

His bare legs dangled over the side of the dock, the cool water from the lake lapping around his calves as those stupid shorts continued to ride higher up his thighs. He ignored them and focused his vision out across the water to the other side of the lake and the trees beyond and only briefly thought about hopping in a canoe and disappearing into the lush greenery forever.

It’s not to say that he was depressed, not clinically anyway. Luke Alvez just found sometimes that he’d quite like to be anyone else in the world other than Luke Alvez. There was no particular reason for the feeling the way he did, no catalyst to the onslaught of intrusive thoughts. Luke figured he was just born this way. He thought he’d grow out of it as he edged out of his teen angst, but now at twenty one he felt more lost and miserable than ever.

Working at this damn summer camp didn’t help matters either. The rest of the staff were all so pally, they’d mostly all worked together here for several summers and Luke felt a little like the newbie, the outsider. Admittedly they did try to involve him but Luke kept everyone at arm's length. There was only one person he mildly tolerated and that was more because she’d taken it upon herself to befriend him and not the other way around. So he wasn’t at all surprised when he heard footsteps heading up the dock behind him and he knew without looking it would be her.

“Can I bum one of those?” She spoke as she sat next to him, uninvited, crossing her legs beneath her on the deck.

Luke took another drag of his own cigarette before holding out the pack for her. He watched her light it before she smiled at him and took a long pull.

“Shouldn’t you be at breakfast?” He stubbed his cigarette butt out and deposited it with the others next to his boots.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Emily Prentiss smiled around the cigarette cushioned between her lips.

“Touché.” The slightest hint of a smile graced Luke’s features, the most anyone ever got of one anyway.

Luke lit another cigarette and they sat by the dock smoking in companionable silence. It was one of the reasons Luke tolerated Emily more than most, she didn’t force conversation from him, she was just as happy as he was with the quiet. And sometimes even a loner like Luke Alvez liked a little company.

In another life he and Emily may have made a good couple. In another life where he was straight and she was too. Not that they’d ever talked about their sexualities, they’d never talked about much at all, but he knew Emily liked women the same way she knew he liked men. It was an unspoken thing, especially for Luke who had never said out loud to anyone that he was gay. He could barely say it in his own head. But Emily knew somehow and Luke felt accepted without having to even say it. He appreciated that. He hoped one day if he ever had the courage to come out that other people would accept him too. He just had to learn to accept it about himself first.

The two of them waited out the breakfast madness together in the quiet reviere of the lakefront. Moments like this offered Luke some semblance of peace. If only it would last.

***

“Animals. Freaking animals, the lot of them.” Tara Lewis grumbled as she leant back against the wall and surveyed the chaos erupting around her in the canteen.

Kids aged between thirteen and eighteen scrambled for seats and shovelled food into their mouths like it was their last meal. If Tara had her way, it would be for some of the little shit heads.

“I swear there is no way my kid is going to grow up acting like this.” Next to her, Matt Simmons groaned in reply whilst folding his large arms over his chest.

Matt was only twenty four but he and his high school sweetheart Kristy already had a one year old son. Tara never thought it was appropriate to ask if he was planned, but she got the impression he was not. But Matt did have a sort of cool dad vibe about him, Tara felt comfortable around him because of it.

She let her eyes trail off of the destruction currently taking place in the canteen, across to the other side of the room where two other counsellors were watching each other instead of the kids. Half of their staff hadn’t shown up for breakfast this morning, they should all probably be doing more than just standing around. But it wasn’t Tara’s job to enforce that.

“What’s the deal with those two?” Matt was now looking where Tara’s gaze had landed at the two boys who couldn’t take their eyes off of each other and shared the occasional fleeting touch.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tara chuckled at the boys.

“Uh, not to me?” Matt turned to her with a frown and Tara shook her head at his oblivious nature.

“Oh come on Simmons.” She playfully patted his broad shoulder. “If it were a girl and guy you’d have no trouble reading between the lines.”

Matt’s frown deepened as he turned away from Tara and focused back on the two boys across the room with an intense gaze. Tara could practically see the cogs turning in his head and when he turned back to her, his frown was replaced by a look of shock.

“Morgan and Reid? No way.”

“Morgan has been giving him the eye since the day Spencer turned eighteen. And now Spencer works here…” Tara trailed off with a shrug. “I get the impression boy wonder isn’t as innocent as he likes to make out. And Morgan is practically putty in his hands.”

“But…Morgan’s straight?”

That statement alone was enough to cause Tara to burst into laughter which only added to Matt’s confusion. Poor, sweet, naive Matt. She rode out her laughter before giving Matt’s shoulder a tight squeeze.

“So was I until I met the right woman.” She winked at him before turning on her heels and leaving him to stew on her words.

She didn’t necessarily have a destination in mind, she simply walked off for dramatic effect. Before she had to make a decision of where to go, Aaron Hotchner stormed into the canteen, his signature frown on his face and almost ran Tara down.

“Whoa Hotch, where’s the fire?” She held her hands out to stop him barging into her.

He barely even noticed her, looking over her head and glancing around the hall.

“What the hell is going on here? It’s like walking into a zoo.”

Tara could not imagine the uptight senior counsellor had ever stepped foot in a zoo, but thought better of saying that.

“They are a little rowdy this morning.”

“Why has no one done anything about it? And where’s everyone else? Alvez? Prentiss? Jareau? Garcia?” He looked at Tara now with a glare that could quite possibly kill. Like all of this was her fault.

“I mean I can have a pretty good guess at where Alvez is, where Alvez always is. But I don’t know about the others.” She offered him a shrug.

“This is unacceptable. Strauss is away for the day and she left me in charge and the kids are running riot! Come on Lewis, you guys need to do better than this.” Hotch spat but didn’t give Tara a chance to respond before he was storming past her.

She pulled a face, sidling back over to Matt.

“Apparently Strauss is out and he’s been left in charge and clearly the power has gone to his head already.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well then, I guess it’s his job to sort these kids out then.” Matt had to raise his voice to be heard over the growing crescendo of teenage yelling.

He glanced back over at Morgan and Reid who seemed oblivious to Hotch’s entrance and the mayhem ensuing around them. If Matt didn’t know any better he could have sworn Reid was giving Morgan come to bed eyes. It was almost sweet in a way, Morgan was always so confident around women but talking to Spencer he looked almost bashful. Tara was right, Morgan most certainly had a crush on the messy haired teen and if the rumours were to be believed about the quiet genius, he was getting laid more than anyone.

Suddenly he was startled out of his stare by a loud crashing sound, followed swiftly by…was that drumming?

“Alright you bunch of hoodlums, that’s enough!” A voice yelled and Matt turned to face it as did everyone else in the room.

Rossi had barged into the hall, violently smacking a metal pot with a wooden spoon while he yelled at the boisterous room full of young teens.

“Sit down, finish your breakfasts and be QUIET!” He bellowed, sheepish looks being sent his way from all over the room.

Morgan and Reid practically sprung apart and Matt noticed the way Morgan chewed his lip in embarrassment even though Rossi’s orders had not been directed at him.

Rossi stopped hitting the pot and silence descended on the canteen aside from the sound of soft shuffling from kids taking their seats and cutlery scraping on plates. No one messed with David Rossi, it’s probably why they’d kept him around so long.

Matt was impressed by the way in which he’d commanded the room and how all the kids were now on their best behaviour. He looked over at Tara who was smiling in amusement and then at Hotch who had a bewildered look on his face.

“You’re welcome.” Rossi smirked, patting Hotch on the shoulder before retreating back into the kitchen.

Hotch scratched the back of his head before shaking it off and turning his attention to Tara and Matt.

“Ok, that’s one problem solved. Now where is the rest of my staff?”

***

Penelope Garcia swung her legs back and forth as they dangled over the edge of the bench she sat atop of, toying with a small plush unicorn in her pink painted fingers. She’d been babbling on for several long minutes about her cat Sergio at home who she missed dearly and it didn’t even occur to her that her company wasn’t listening. She was so engrossed with talk of her beloved feline she didn’t notice the other girl hadn’t said so much as a word in the last five minutes. And when she finally did speak, it was obvious she had been entirely elsewhere.

“What do you think they’re talking about down there?” Jennifer Jareau chewed on her lip as she spoke, like she didn’t really want the answer to her own question.

Penelope frowned a little and followed her friend's gaze down the hill towards the lake's edge where she could see two people sitting side by side by the water. They had their backs to Penelope and JJ but it was clear who she was looking at. One wore an old leather jacket over his camp uniform despite the heat and puffs of smoke billowed around him every few seconds. The other's long dark hair shone in the sunlight.

Ignoring the mild annoyance she felt at JJ not listening to her, she gave the unicorn’s wool mane a soft pull before shrugging.

“Newbie barely talks at all, so I’d guess nothing much. Hopefully Em is telling him how utterly stupid he looks in that old jacket in this weather.”

“I didn’t know they were friends.” JJ huffed a little as she spoke.

“Oh em gee, Jayje!” Penelope suddenly grabbed her arm and started shaking her. “Please don’t tell me you have a crush on that moody new kid!”

“What? No way!” JJ grimaced, shaking the bubbly blonde off of her arm.

“Why do you care so much that he and Em are friends then? Huh? Huh?” Penelope teased, poking JJ’s cheek with the snout of her unicorn.

JJ pushed the plushie away with a frown, looking back down at the lake slightly wistfully. She almost wished it was Alvez she had a crush on. Life would be so much easier that way. But she wasn’t ready to tell Penelope the truth. So she sighed and turned back to her friend.

“Fine, I guess I do sort of have a crush on him.” She lied.

Penelope gasped and clapped her hands together, dropping the little unicorn in her lap as she did so.

“JJ! Oh my gosh that’s so cute!” She squealed a little. “Personally not sure what you see in mister tall, dark and blandsome, but each to their own. See I prefer some chocolate thunder.”

“Yeah. Right. Each to their own.” JJ mumbled as she turned back to stare at the back of the head with the long raven hair.

***

“You know we’re being watched, right?” Luke stubbed yet another cigarette out on the dock as he pulled his legs out of the water.

Emily chuckled lightly as she looked over at him.

“I can only assume by blondie?”

“Uh…if by blondie you mean JJ, then yes.” Luke shook the water off his feet and legs before pulling his socks on, ignoring the fact his skin was still wet.

“She does that a lot. Follows me around like a lost puppy.” Emily shrugged, pushing herself to her feet.

“Not your type?” It was strange of Luke to ask a personal question but Emily made him feel at ease. If he was to get to know anyone, he’d quite like it to be her.

Emily didn’t reply while Luke laced up his boots and stood up. When they were face to face again she had a twinkle in her eyes.

“I’m kinda already sort of seeing someone. But it’s a secret so pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Who would I even tell?” Luke scoffed. “Are you happy?”

Emily sucked in a breath before a smile bloomed across her face.

“I am, yeah.”

Luke offered her a half-smile as he started towards the bank up to the main camp, Emily following behind him.

“I hope to find out what that’s like one day.” He replied.

Just then a certain messy haired genius came into view as he barrelled out of the cafeteria at the top of the hill. Emily didn’t miss the smile that tugged at Luke’s lips as he watched the young boy careen down the path in the direction of the counsellors cabins.

Maybe happiness was closer in reach than Luke thought.

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dean-winchester-pussy · 1 year ago

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just finished 1x21 and 1x22. began going feral the moment "carry on wayward son" began to play at the beginning of "salvation". i figured that was pastor jim, sucks to be him and caleb. "smth like this happens to your brother, you pick up the phone and call me" hey john? remember when dean was literally dying and sam called you to tell you about it? and you didn't do a damn thing? glad dean made that point right after i paused it to rant about this. AND THEN DEAN SAYS "getting you on the phone, i've got a better chance at winning the lottery" AND JOHN FUCKING SAYS "you're right" I'M MURDERING THIS MAN. the holy water throughout the entire warehouse was a good idea ngl, but he shoulda figured out how to like tear it apart so the holy water would've sprayed directly at em.

"devil's trap" was sad bc doggie died :( and poor meg :( BUT BOBBY WAS HERE!!! i was really glad to see him :) but man. azazel was like "hm i'm gonna try and sound like what a good dad would sound like, i think" and dean spots the bullshit immediately because his dad isn't a good dad!!! and hey that was a horrible ending! what the fuck! at least i get to start season 2 in the morning. only two seasons left till i get to cas...

#dean watches spn #1x21 #1x22 #salvation #devil's trap

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janatm · 5 days ago

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though my eyes could see i still was a blind man || THROUPLE

tagging: Morgan Weston, Eva Anderson & Noah Puckerman

date & time: Thursday, August 29, 2024 @ some time between 3 pm- 5 pm

location: Professor Eva Anderson's fancy smancy PSU classroom

warnings: none!

summary: What was suppose to be them christening Eva's new desk turns into Puck and Eva telling Morgan some not so easy news to digest.

word count: 4,834

#character tag ( noah puckerman )#puck ( ft. eva anderson )#puck ( ft. morgan weston )#ship tag ( throuple )#threads ( noah puckerman )

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tears-of-boredom · 4 months ago

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finished season 3 aughrr here's episode 15 and 16 notes

girls when they see penist lmaoo love this demon reakky making a your mom joke gagdfag sam kill him<33 sammy kill him<33 sam in a suit sam in a suit sam in suit sam in sa suit sam laughing sa m alguhinggglalk 10 minutes another victim jogging in the night by the pier oh god i hate medical horror so much sam omg you really gonna try and make dean into a zombie to savw him the fuck sammy please defy dean more often its so hot 15 mins why the horribly sad music omg i know theyre codependent and shit but theyve been apart for a couple days before come on sams gonna get his fucking kidney stolen or something 23 mins funky music sam could you get bloody this episode that would make me feel so much better love<3 this doc lowkey hot lmao whos his actor bella omg youre so girlboss sam what the fuck this is not going to work youre smarter than this oh god medical horror augh why are you taking his eyes in specific i fucking hate eye stuff sam dont be stupid you see what immortality looks like that is not something you want for dean bella <33 love the new hair btw, i think the change does you good LMAOOO THEY DID BELLA HER SHIT PULLED A BELLA DAMN but noo bella no dont die cmonn did bella die fr? oh no man did she actuaööy die

episode 16 oohhh shit this song fuckss fuck yeah this intro fucks OMG THIS SONG FUCKS SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK "carry on my wayward son"?? uh ohhh is dean gonna go to hell maybeee also how come all these demons have such like english names,, fricking rubyu and lilith and gabriel sam pls summon ruby anyways i think itd be hot if you rebelled and summoned a demon sams angryy wait rubys actually really pretty how didnt i notice before ruby you gonna try and kill sam or something?? whats that circling about? oooh sam gonna become a witch? sammy sammy pls become a witch ruby youre so awesome dean cmon let sam do a suicide mission to try and kill lilith if youre gonna die anyway oh no the girllss are fightinggg sam youre so hot girl wait sam you were in on it?? cmon sammm become a wiotch :((( for me??😳😳 omg wait dean youre actually speaking facts,, you being kinda hot rn bobby<33 bobby i love you sam singing and msiling <3333 sam singing asnd smilinggz<<#3333 omg sammmy sammy singing dead or alive by bon jovi why so hot igjfdag ooh shitt ninja shit lessgooo oh theyre killing so many oeioke ih fuck samn youre so hot 27min sam sam kill ruby kill her<33 sam samsam kill lilith cmon i dont think they can show children dying so clkearly so sams probably not gonna kill her but oh god do i wish it works like cmon let sam kill lilith and then become a iwtch also<3333 do it sam do it doitdotitdotiitito please oh my god please awww:(((( samsam sam crying while angry so hot omg sam crying OH NO DEAN CRYING AS WELLL OH NO NONONON THIS IS TOO MUCH DEAN DOESNT FUCKING CRY WHYT HWHHY OH GOSDD NO RUBY SHHUT UP THEYRE HACVING A MOMEMTN OH GOD SAM SAM DIDNT HESITATE OH MY GOD SAM SO HOT DIDNT HESITATE AS SOON AS HE REALISED HE TRIED TO SWING OMG OMG EW EW LOILOITH WHAT THE FUCK WAHT DONT DOI THAT I MWAN ID POROBABLY DO THE SANME BUT COME ON DONT ASSSAULT HIM OH GOD OFHH THE BLOOD EFFECTS BE REALSS OH WAHTSGS HAPPENING OOH THAT WAS COOL HOW HER EYES ROLLED BACK DOWN ACTUALLY OOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO SMASMMAMSMAMASMSMSMA SAM ABLE TO SCARE LILITH OMG WAIT NO SAMMSAM SAMA SA M NHPO SAM YOUR HAIR IS MESSED UYP AND YOU LOOKS HOT BUT NO NOO OH FOD oh this is the fucking,, this is the scene that i saw bts for! behind the scenes! jensen said it was horrible to film it lmao the fact that its got dean straight up yelling for sam yelling "someone help me" omg its fucking bad huh. guy who will die rather than talk about feelings is openly asking begging for help dammm we in the trenches huh but tbh i wouldve liked it if they didnt show dean being "alive" cuz now its just kind of like,, like dean is obviously just gonna escape hell at some point or something. let me believe he's straight up just dead at least for this season like cmon, the lack of closure and not knowing whats gonna happen wouldve been sooo much better

@sardonic-the-writer hello. sir. sard. whats sir short for? cuz like you know there mister and missus but what sir for uh,, sirry? is that why its "no sir-ry bob". yeah gonna headcanon that about the english language forever i think

#me stating the minutes is mostly because i wanna go back and take screencaps of sam gfdagf #spn

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 231

Brother’s Keeper/In the Forest of the Night

“Brother’s Keeper”

Plot Description: Realizing the Mark of Cain has pushed him too far, Dean makes a drastic decision, while Rowena readies a spell that could have huge consequences

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: (I don’t think anyone’s going to die in this opening unless we cut to Dean, but for now it’s Sam and Cas arguing about what to do about Dean) we did cut to Dean, and he looked rough, but no one died

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONNNNNN!! We have somehow come to the end of season TEN. I’ve watched TEN. FULL. SEASONS…are we not going to get the traditional “the road so far”??? Absolutely rude, if there’s ever been a time to play a song about a wayward son, it’s the end of this season. Though I suppose we shouldn’t be encouraging him to carry on the way he has

Dean’s just being a DICK to everyone he meets today, dead or alive.

I love how bored Rowena is with Sam right now. She knows he needs her to do the spell, pointing a gun at her just wastes everyone’s time

Cas is probably right that agreeing to Rowena’s revised terms is a mistake but I’m so glad she’ll be getting her freedom back (with any luck)

I don’t know why Sam is so incredulous about the actual fruit from Eden is real in this universe. He’s standing in a room with an angel and the witch mother of the king of hell. And a tree’s existence is too much for him?? Oh, he’s just mad that the very first ingredient is so impossible to get (as is the second)

The third ingredient thoooooo. This is why I love Rowena. The spell requires her to sacrifice something she loves…unfortunately for everyone needing this spell cast, Rowena doesn’t love anything or anyone. She’d sacrifice whatever it is to gain her freedom, but…

Pfffft, Cas went digging in Rowena’s memories for something she loves and only came up with a Polish peasant boy who’s been dead for a couple centuries

Dean, don’t traumatize the teenage girl further!! Don’t bait the vampire into killing the other hunter and then slice its head off like nothing. Dean, this isn’t you. This isn’t your heart

YEAH! I HOPE YOU’RE HAUNTED BY CAS’S BLOODIED FACE AFTER YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM AND RUDY’S SINCE YOU GOT HIM KILLED

You do not look tough trashing that motel room. You look like an oversized toddler throwing a tantrum

Castiel not having Crowley saved in his phone is so unbelievably funny to me. Omg they’re both so bitchy to each other. Crowley wants Cas to beg for his help, call him King….and Cas will physically do it but you can just tell his words are drenched in sarcasm. I love them both

Hi. I hate this show. Sam just got to the motel room, and amongst the ruin, there were the keys to the impala and a note that said “she’s all yours.” I need them to stop this. I need them to stop hurting me like this

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DEAN?? Who did you summon? Oh. Cool. Just Death. I have missed seeing him, wish it was under some other circumstances

I hate that after he’s been such an asshole the past few episodes, I’m still drawn in by what a sad wet kicked puppy he looks like right now pleading with Death to kill him. And Death refusing

Had to rewind because I got distracted. Got brought back into focus by the phrase “the proverbial finger in the dike” which my brain interpreted…differently.

Well, damn. Seems like both the brothers now have connections to actual Lucifer (though the darkness of the Mark apparently predates Lucifer, too, so that’s fun)

Of COURSE Dean would never pass the Mark along to anyone else. He has to take on the burden alone…because he’s so fucking eldest daughter coded

Omg even Sam’s “this isn’t you”-ing Dean. This is fine

THE DINER COUNTER WORKER CROWLEY A LITTLE BIT BONDED WITH IS RELEVANT?! HE’S A DESCENDENT OF—OMG NO. HE *IS* THE POLISH BOY. ROWENA MADE HIM IMMORTAL. This is the wildest show…(I take that back. I forgot Riverdale just wrapped up)

Wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf. It’s so fascinating how the tables…they do turn. We’re in such a similar conundrum as last season. Though, instead of sealing the gates of hell, it’s making sure the darkness never gets set free (whatever that is). And instead of…well, no, Sam would be the one to die this time, too, but it’s not like Dean will be much better off somewhere off planet (literally) so he can never hurt anyone else, will never die, will never pass the Mark on. And Dean’s yelling at Sam about being selfish…when he was the one to save Sam’s life at the expense of shutting hell’s gates FOREVER because he couldn’t live without his brother. They are so toxically codependent

Uuuuuggggghhhhh, the writers are ruining Rowena in one scene. I loved that she was cruel and selfish. Now she’s crying over potentially having to kill the boy she saved. He wasn’t supposed to live past 8, and now he’s lived centuries. Kill him, get your freedom, girl. This isn’t you, Rowena. Just kill him

Would it be the end of a season without a knockdown drag out fight between the brothers?? Maybe…but not one in recent seasons, I’m pretty sure

I feel like Sam is lying…..omg, Dean has to kill Sam himself?!?! With Death’s scythe!!

NOT THE PICTURES OF DEAN AND MARYYYYYYY. This is so melodramatic and YET. AND YET. I’m still on the verge of tears

So what NOW, DEAN?! You just KILLED DEATH (I knew he wasn’t gonna kill Sam, but I did get swept up in the emotions of the scene) they really do just keep screwing over Death. I feel bad for him

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Ugh, finally.

No no nooooooo, you were only supposed to harm the Polish boy, not turn Cas into a rabid animal to attack Crowley. Crowley I could, to an extent, take or leave, but CASSSSSSSSS

Did you unleash the darkness, boys? Did you? (I know TECHNICALLY it was Rowena, but who forced her hand?)

This seems fine…😬

“In the Forest of the Night”

Plot Description: The Doctor discovers that the final days of humanity have arrived

(I really how we get Missy for real soon. Truly I just want to be tandem simping for her and Rowena)

Not going to lie, I think it’d look pretty cool if we let a forest overtake a good portion of London. Those giant lion statues in Trafalgar Square just in the middle of the woods? Would look so cool

Omg…they had no idea what happened to London……sorry, the whole world, while they were doing a sleepover at some museum or another. Could be the natural history one. So it was QUICK quick

The little girl raises an excellent series of questions. Why CANT they just wait for a coach? Why CANT they wait for the trees to disappear? They did simply appear overnight. The answer, of course, because that wouldn’t be much of an episode

Why isn’t one of you staying behind the group of kids?? One of you should lead and the other should be behind so none of the kids get LITERALLY left behind

Do these kids not remember the weird custodian who was at their school not too long ago? Why do none of them recognize the Doctor?

Kids on the TARDIS remind me of when kids come into the branch. They have no business there, it’s kind of boring to them, but they WILL find a way to pass the time “aren’t any of you surprised it’s bigger on the inside” “there wasn’t a forest, now there is a forest. Nothing surprises me anymore”

Pfffffft, these kids shipping their teachers are so worried for their relationship

It’s like this episode invented the manic pixie fourth grader…Maebh is strange, she has so many of the answers the Doctor is looking for, she has some kind of mysterious past (she’s suffering from some kind of trauma likely related to someone she’s lost), she can’t stop getting lost in the woods…I want to protect this child but the writers are just being insufferable about her. She’s little red riding hood (even wearing a red raincoat)

Omg, why is she so special she can literally communicate with the forest?

So some…ancient plant growing sprite thingies and they are calling a solar flare to destroy earth

It’s weird when a companion sends the Doctor away to save him

Sure, that should be no problem. Give the task of saving the planet to a group of 10 year olds

Another tiny tiny scene of Missy

And Earth is saved, and the forest is gone, having protected the planet once more

And Maebh’s missing sister returned home

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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radioiaci · 6 months ago

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It is a misconception that his show, these days, harbors only horrors within. While it is true that his past broadcasts have been the very representation of desperation in the form of shattering, spine-chilling shrieks of the damned Souls which Alastor has spared no quarter, since his return, it is significantly... tamed. Not in its subject matter, perhaps, which is just as varied and to his own interests, but one has to listen very closely to continue hearing the vestiges of those Souls that have been left to simmer in between both living and dead - encapsulated into those radio waves with no means of escape.

They are there. But they are not as important now.

When Lucifer tunes in, the radio crackles in mid-song; a somber but homely melody playing with the warbling sound of McCormack's voice carrying along with it.

"Just for a moment You were mine, and then You seemed to vanish like a dream I long to hold you in my arms again"

It's a strange pick, but Alastor has never shied away from a variety of subject matter in the songs he cycles through in between his live segments. In his booth, he prepares for when the song will eventually end, peering through a few of his scattered papers until McCormack's final notes resonate into the fading tune and the radio demon's voice breaks through in a smooth and practiced tone. He is ever the showman and the expert - even a seven-year absence cannot take that away from him.

"That was John McCormack, reminding all you wayward Sinners that even loss can continue to plague one well and beyond the plummet through the mortal veil," he says, clearly finding the prospect amusing. "But don't let your sad, misbegotten afterlives get you too down on this lovely evening. With the oncoming weather over the next ten-day period nice and clear of any potential for acid rain, you can count your lucky stars that you have the chance to live another doomed day down here in the Pentagram with yours truly."

As the clock ticks over into the next hour, Alastor launches into another segment, the sudden crackle of a much steadier, more classical and somewhat haunting instrumental backing his voice as he continues. When one listens, it is during these quieter moments that the lingering echoes of voices permeate through - but it is nearly a figment. Imaginations run wild can easily be confused for nothing at all.

"But if your fear lingers and your souls are weary, then let me be your comfort tonight and share with you one of my favorite verses- That of William Cullen Bryant."

Alastor is ever the lover of a good poem - so akin to song that he finds them alluring and enrapturing all in one. And as he launches into a lilted recitation of Bryant's "Thanatopsis"- instructions on how to live and how to die while presenting a picture of decomposition in its artistry - it is said with as much sincerity and lyrical intent as he can muster.

"So shalt thou rest--and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living--and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh, When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men-"

The host takes his time as he steps through the poem, Chopin's instrumental fading partway through and giving rise to another, equally enrapturing composition, until both he and the song finish in time together, and Alastor settles back into his seat.

"And if that does not bring you some visual sense of how your bodies which linger on their earthly plane rot so beautifully in their graves eternal, then stay tuned, my dear listeners. There is yet more to come, including a tale I have for you about a man who did not cherish and value the things he claimed to hold in such reverence, only to meet an untimely and regrettable end. But first, enjoy a slight shift in the mood with the dulcet tones of Mr. Vernon Dalhart."

The music begins once again and Alastor allows himself another brief break.

Such is the routine of the evening and well into the night.

Hardly even, it was more that any control over his emotional facilities shot to zero; unable to mask his feelings or handle them with any finesse. That could... end explosively with given consideration to present company; Charlie would be distraught... Best to avoid such an encounter altogether.

There's the childish temptation to stick his split tongue out at the sinner's back, but Lucifer refrains. For all he knew, Alastor had eyes on the back of his head and additional commentary on his maturity of all things was not a thrilling prospect. Whether a promise or a threat, he deemed it all Suspicious and handled it with the same level of care one might with a leaking brown paper sack. Equal measures of caution and disgust.

It's not that night or the next that he reconsiders his position about getting a radio. Rather, nearly a fortnight passes before he finally decides that it might be the best course of action... Enough time had passed that the King felt sure that if something were to have occurred, it already passed, and if not, it would have been long enough to have forgot. He may be paranoid, but it lasted him this long and served him well against prior betrayals. He had a special place of storage in mind, just in case.

The antique shop in Pentagram City had moderate traffic nowadays, prices far steeper than the object being sold was worth at face value... if not for the demand.

While old books collected dust and fine china sat in despondency, the section for 'original radio sets' was pristine and well tended to. The merchandise on display looked anything but old or original. Someone had been making more to keep selling, artificially having aged the wood and using old lightbulbs to make the light a soft yellow. Not that it mattered, so long as it could play Alastor's talk show.

Lucifer disguised himself as an imp in a bid to avoid any unwanted recognition and attention, slipping into rundown shop. The neon lights of the streets mercifully dampened. It's impulsive, selecting the one with a toothy smile design carved into the body, looking like it was waiting to take a bite. It was hardly a secret for why anyone would be purchasing one of these, and it reminded him of that reason easily. Thumb tracing rows of ivory fangs and grimacing.

Tonight would show him if any of this had been worth it or just another side tangent.

Just once, Alastor, would he listen in earnest. To Understand.

A glass conservatory looms high in the middle of Lucifer's estate, caged on all sides by the stone walls of the castle itself. There is no fence, no barrier, to prevent any from approaching, and only a child proof latch on the outside to keep the unwary from opening it. Not as if any would, now, beyond the devil himself.

And the slimes. But they hardly counted.

Said creatures chitter and rub against his legs like a cloud of curious cats as Lucifer wades through the overgrown path to the greenhouse, scolding the radio as if it had any control over beings outside of itself. "Must you tempt them so? Who knows what they'll evolve into if they get the bright idea and eat you- no, no, hey, this isn't to play with, now!"

A slime that had jumped down from the top of the conservatory wibbled in protest as it was scruffed and then discarded to the ground, the radio still safely out of reach in his other hand. "Shoo, you know better, go select a duck if you want a new attribute, this is off limits!"

Lucifer stops to give a stern glare at the slimes until they all slowly slink off, begrudging. Said glare gets redirected to the radio with a scowl to match, "Look, see? Stop smirking at me, I can feel the smugness... Incorrigible tech, you do belong in here just fine. A match made in Hell..."

Inside the glass house, there was only one plant on display, the floor currently clear of any slimes or rubble. As he approaches with the radio, soft murmurings could be heard, making the King frown. The petrified Tree usually remained silent, save for bad days, but the addition for anything aside the table and chair seemed to have caught Its attention. Figures.

At least there was no soul to tempt in the radio itself, or he would have been nervous.

Unlike the slimes, he neither scolds nor reacts to the questions or cajoling, instead getting comfortable in the aged wicker chair and placing the radio on the stone table. It feels like gazing into a pit... Should he make the leap, there might be no returning, and the pit yawns in a hungry smile.

Lucifer thinks of Charlie, thinks of the dark shadow following with a false smile, thinks of how much he had let go for so long in inaction, and turns on the radio to tune in to the show.

#the devil less known #[ long post ]#[ WORKED REAL HARD ON THE RESEARCH FOR THIS ONE ]#[ ENJOY ]#[ if there are any formatting weird things ]#[ no there are not ]#[ ignore them LOL ]#⨹ tune on in ⨹

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lovingherwasgay · 4 years ago

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literally terrified for any way the wind blows :)

rant in tags

#trilogy maths says the second book is sad because otherwise you wouldn't have a 3rd #listen I'm all here for the Wayward Son angst but I can only take it if there's a HAPPY ENDING #and by happy i don't mean everything is perfect i just mean that snowbaz are still a couple in the end. hopefully having solved their issues #and that they are at peace with their situations. whether simon has his powers or not whether they live together or not etc etc #the rest can figure itself out. all I ask is that THEY are together for it. i need to close AWTWB knowing they'll be together through it all #I know rainbow wants to make it DEEP and meaningful and bittersweet but I really fucking need ONE canon couple that is happy and endgame #i started reading the books despite not knowing the ending because i trusted that i wouldn't have to worry about this w a canon ship LMAO #but apparently the fear is STILL THERE and rainbow's tweets are really not helping #I'm clinging onto so maybe awtwb WILL have a happy end #also the fact that she holds the possibility to come back and write more for the Carry On universe. she couldn't do that with a sad ending #and her tweet about giving Simon his magic back and the water creature saying he put it back AND MORE so maybe he can get that 'more' back?#ANYWAY ALL THIS TO SAY i can't wait for awtwb but i really don't know what I'll do if it has a sad ending. I just need ONE damn win man #i guess I'll turn to fanfics? fix it fics? but i don't want to HAVE TO. I wanna be able to be happy with the canon. I'm tired of fanon #also i love the way rainbow writes but GIRL stories don't always need misery. angst in the middle is amazing but the ending CAN be happy #let's leave the idea that happy endings are childish or unrealistic in 2020 and only miserable endings are of Quality. it's not true at all #n e ways i kinda trust her KINDA. i am terrified of awtwb and of it ruining CO/WS for me but I can't do anything but wait #I'm seriously considering spoiling myself the book before reading it so i won't spend the entire book suffering not knowing jdjfjdjd #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #awtwb #snowbaz

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duhhjax · 5 years ago

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yO @rainbowrowell U REALLY HAD ME THINKING WAYWARD SON WOULD BE HAPPY AND CUTE W THE LEAKS OF PARAGRAPHS U LET OUT BUT IM 5 CHAPTERS IN AND ALREADY CRIED WHAT IS THIS NDJDJJ

#I LOVE IT IM JUST #U LEAKED THE 'AMERICA' BIT SO WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS A CUTE HAPPY BIT #NO JUST SUPER SAD #SMH #I LOVE U AND UR BOOKS DAMN #wayward son #rainbow rowell

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supraveng · 2 years ago

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500 followers challenge!!

I’ve recently reached 500 followers, and I’m shocked and excited! So much so that I’ve decided to host a challenge. I love reading fan fics and thought this would be an amazing way to interact with others!!

Rules - There are no rules! Not really anyway....I don’t want to squeeze your creativity into a box and make you uncomfortable.

So here’s what the challenge is, pick a title from the list below and write it about your favorite character or real person. Let me know what your title is! (Want to limit the number of fics for each title to 2)

I started with Avengers and Supernatural when I started my blog, but have found some great Bridgerton, Stranger Things and more fandoms that have some incredible stories here, so choose the fandom you love the most (or one you want to write about more)

You can decide the genre, but please label your story if it’s angst, smut, fluff etc.

Feel free to incorporate this challenge with another one! My goal is to interact more and read more from other talented authors I may not have read before

Tag your fic with #supravenghit500 and @supraveng

Deadline to post in order to include you on the supravenghit500 masterlist is September 1st

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variousqueerthings · 10 months ago

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ok macbeth the performance thoughts with spoilers on the way the production worked

I have never seen a macbeth version with so many scottish actors and it really leaned into it being fucking scotland! bagpipes! kilts! a whole party! lovely!

we'll start with david tennant. what really struck me was how inverse of richard ii I got the sense that macbeth was, specifically because of the dt performances -- I've seen versions of both with other actors, but there's something about getting to compare the same guy doing them. this especially since they both have the crown sitting uneasily on their head and I was interested in the comparative scenes where they took their crowns off, the whys and hows (and also ofc that richard is the usurped and macbeth is a usurper). where richard ii is like the sun in every scene he's in -- whether he's despairing or raging or mocking or being petulant or being loving, everyone's eyes cannot help but be fixed on him, macbeth is a sucking pit of traumatic exhaustion

the fascinating thing about dt's macbeth is that the sun therefore shines on other characters (especially malcolm and macduff, whom we'll get to), and macbeth seems to be from the first scene permanently in this deep pit, and exists nearly only to pull others into it with him. the most similar role is when he played "des" the serial killer, that's how utterly bleak he feels here, except here we know why he's in this place

considering how this show was very much centering itself around ptsd, and really leaned on macbeth coming straight from battle -- cleaning blood off his hands and arms in the very first scene -- and then into the woods where the wayward sisters speak of the future, and at the same time really leaned into the loss of a child that macbeth and lady macbeth are haunted by throughout (we'll get to that), one can't help but pity him, not as a man who might have been saved from being violent and awful to others, but as someone entirely shaped by the expectations already placed upon him as a man. he's already haunted by killings in battle, what is violence after that but more of the same?

lady macbeth and macbeth seem very very into each other and very much sharing the grief of the child, and so when their relationship deteriorates and they stop being in on the plot entirely together/have their respective breakdowns, it does feel sad. in some other life they might have been happy together, perhaps, but here they've wholly disconnected from each other. lady macbeth was played by cush jumbo and was sooooo perfectly regal and composed (right until she wasn't of course, but even that breakdown has something of the dignified about it -- out damned spot)! and again, they really leaned on the fact that she had lost a child, which is of course text but oh boooy in this one the child...

the fucking! child! so I watched it one day and my partner watched it another and we had a different kid actor playing, and I believe the actor on my night (from the sounds of things) managed to do a better job than the kid who played on my partner's night from the sounds of things. I mention this because the kid actor was playing all the kid roles. alone the various kids maybe don't have that many lines, but put together there's a fair bit of lines for a 10-11yr old to learn (in ye olde language) and the thing that the kid on my night managed was to really fuck me up. he was flipping intense. I am always ready for a kid to simply have some fun and do okay, especially with language and narrative that might be difficult to internalise, but he really seemed to get it! wow. one of the standouts. screaming and crying and covered in blood several times, I hope he's having the time of his life (I need to find his name)

the reason the kid played several kids was because he was haunting macbeth and lady macbeth!! whether fleance, or macduff's son, or the young soldier on the battlefield, or the witch/creature telling macbeth the prophecy about birnam wood and man not of woman born, this kid is also the child that they lost, and every time macbeth attempts to kill/successfully kills this child, he is also killing his own child, it's sooooo fucking good! meanwhile lady macbeth keeps hearing child's laughter and speaks directly to an invisible child when she's sleepwalking, no wonder she's losing her fucking mind!

especially as macduff's son/the scene with lady macduff where they first speak about his father being a traitor and then get killed was so very well acted, the actress for lady macduff was fascinatingly eerie and played as prescient in a way that never helps her or anyone at all of course

and now we come to the real suns of the play -- where macbeth is a black hole, macduff and malcolm get to shine soooo brightly, and generally I find that dt took something of a backseat to the largeness of other actors. this also includes lady macbeth, lady macduff, and the actor who played ross/ensemble (who lifted david tennant at one point with her big beautiful arms), although the former is something of an ongoing tragedy herself, and lady macduff/ross are more tertiary characters, but certainly when they were onstage they got to carry both so much of the levity and the big messed up emotions (not to say there aren't big macbeth scenes of course -- the banquet, the second time he goes to the wayward sisters especially)

you know how macduff sometimes get read from a trans pov, because "no man of woman born," well in this one as I said malcolm is a transmasc literal king! and they have my partner's favourite scene too, when macduff is informed by his kinsman that his wife and child have been killed, and malcolm tells him that he needs to take that anguish and turn it into a need for vengeance! and honestly, these two were my favourites of the show!!! and I think that was very intentionally done and very well executed. where macbeth flounders, they rise up, and in the final scene you really feel macduff also pitying macbeth as he tries to goad him into killing him. it's really dying with a whimper, and the play does not give any leeway on that, no triumph, no big banners, just... a sad story. malcolm becomes king with appropriate heaviness, and the last lines are spoken offstage (as were the first lines)

which on that note "tomorrow and tomorrow" was said so quietly and so choked with sobs and completely alone onstage, possibly my favourite rendition of that speech!

macbeth basically: local couple have trauma. many dead. trans king takes the throne

on the flipside: I don't think the binaural headphones worked very well at all. they did nothing that I didn't feel couldn't have been done better onstage (whispering/soliloquy asides/ambient sound -- can all be done in a live space), I felt somewhat disconnected from the space (I mean, I tend to put on headphones in order to disconnect from space, so it didn't manage to bring me into it), there was no way to manage volume and it was so loud my ears hurt afterwards, which was especially a shame during scenes with music, which was beautiful but hurt, the sound design was overproduced to the point that I sometimes couldn't hear what actors were saying over the background noises -- and sometimes that was the point, it did play with the idea that sometimes words are just for the characters or get lost in almost film-like speaking over one another and that's fine, but other times I definitely lost great lines in other noises (can you tell the 'tism affected the ability to deal with this?) it would get crackly when it rubbed against beards or people touched each other, and it never managed to justify itself to me as more than an experiment/gimmick

on the plus side I imagine the filmed version isn't going to have to suffer from this, because it'll be able to balance the sound far better + this sort of thing works onscreen where I don't think it did onstage. it was such a good production, it was just a shame the sound was designed for a movie rather than a stage

watched macbeth. many thoughts

#macbeth #david tennant

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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“Carry On” and...Yikes.

Well clowns, looks like the clown calls were coming from inside the house this entire time.

I so desperately wish I wasn’t writing this right now. I so wish that I could be writing something better, something joyful, something happy about this fifteen year journey with these characters. It seems as though the show had other ideas, so in we go.

So...the dog was cool. Also interesting that Dean was back to his breakup/grieving coping mechanisms: not making his bed, messy room, beer all over the place, Sam making breakfast, etc.

So I guess I better just start off with how...off this episode felt in regards to Dean specifically. Idk why he suddenly wanted a dog and Sam had no real interest in one, since the opposite has been true for, idk, fifteen years, but whatever, I was willing to let it go.

I thought the pie thing was a sweet scene, it was funny and nice and a good button on Dean’s pie thing.

Weird to, you know, bring up Cas and not mention his tragic ass deal and why he got got, but whatever.

I cannot physically believe that this MOTW aspect was, quite literally, so much of the plot. Like...we figured that it was going to be an aspect, but for it to be SO MUCH? Bruh. I am such a fucking fool lmfao.

Again, cool to see Cas’ coat in the back. Too bad it wasn’t addressed.

Jenny. Bitch. Come on. Of ALL the villains in the FIFTEEN YEARS of Supernatural. Jenny. Who was in....one....episode. Ok.

I mean that line about the high school thing was funny, I did laugh at that moment. Fuck I love Dean Winchester.

I cannot believe I specced so much about the barn scene. Are y’all telling me that “The Night We Met” is being claimed by......Sam and Dean. Fuck off.

I mean, I thought Dean was going to die, and the scene actually did play out pretty similarly to how I thought. It was probably the most powerful moment in the episode. I am very glad that it was Dean’s choice, his choice and his peace to let go.

“Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam.”

I do love this, I love this because Dean is able to look at his work, the man that he raised, and tell him these things. He was Sam’s parent, he raised Sam into the man he is today, and he should be damn proud of that.

I do love this most of scene, I really do, I love my boys, these brothers so damn much, and at least, at the very least, I have this scene of them.

Forehead touch was weird, I’m just gonna say it.

I feel like most of this episode was montages lol. I mean I always hate sad Sam but at this point I still fully felt like we were going to get closure and we just...didn’t.

The Austin number was a cool detail, I liked that bc I picked up on it right away (since, you know, my phone is a 512 number lmao).

What a lackluster goodbye to the Bunker. I had no clue that was going to be the last time we saw it ever.

FUCK AT LEAST I GOT MY DAMN HEAVEN BAR.

The scene with Bobby was nice, it was good to see him. We did get our remade Heaven, that’s also nice to know.

“It ain’t just Heaven, Dean. It’s the Heaven you deserve.”

He does deserve this. An open Heaven, the people he loves, finally some peace, he deserves that, and I am glad that he got it.

Our second Cas mention. Great. Thanks guys.

I mean thanks Jim and Jensen for the microexpressions I guess lmao.

So I am supposed to believe. That Dean. Whose entire arc has been speaking his truth, specifically speaking his truth to Cas. Where he has been stopped twice before this season. Is going to just drive around in circles for forty years until Sam gets there? Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

And Sam gets married and has a kid that he names Dean, and the unspecified dark haired woman in the back of the ten minute montage is supposed to be enough for me to buy that it’s Eileen? Bruh.

Also it’s BACK TO BACK MONTAGES??? WITH TWO VERSIONS OF CARRY ON WAYWARD SON?

Sam’s age makeup???? Hello???? AT FIRST THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGE HIM THEY JUST PUT HIM IN A WIG?????

That cover of Wayward Son did slap but was it enough? No.

Even that bridge moment didn’t hit right because Sam didn’t cross it? He was just suddenly there.

It just fucking sucks. It sucks that their reunion doesn’t land right because they...didn’t do anything when they were apart. Sam had his kid sure but Dean literally just drove around. No mention of Cas or of Eileen. Nothing. So the last moment of this show I love feels tainted and hollow and just wrong.

It sucks. I’m not going to lie. But the worst thing about it? Is that it doesn’t make any sense. I have not spent two years of my life picking apart the writing rooms in Supernatural, lauding this current team for what they’ve accomplished for it to end like this. I know many of you will regard me as a complete tinhat freak right now, but this, to me, does not feel like an episode that Andrew Dabb wrote. Hell, it doesn’t feel like an episode of Supernatural.

None of the arcs were completed: Dean didn’t get to speak his truth to Cas, Sam never got to become the leader, the legacy hunter he was meant to. We don’t see them with Cas or Eileen, we don’t even hear about them.

Listen, there’s a lot that...simply doesn’t add up to me. First of all, the episode was SHORT, and most of it was montages. They had four montages AND the episode was only 38 minutes. The series finale of the show was shorter than any other episode and had four multiple minute montages. Okay. Make it make sense. Newsflash: it doesn’t, there is simply no way I can believe that there weren’t massive cuts and reworks done to this episode on an executive level.

I know there are people who will tell me that the writers are just bad and I need to accept that they gave me a shitty ending, but after all this time with this story, especially with Dabb’s arc, he just...doesn’t do shit like this. His arcs are always complete, always tied up well, always have a button. But this mess? This confusing episode that left everything hanging with a cover of Wayward Son hanging in the air? It just doesn’t add up to me.

This wasn’t the story they were telling, this hasn’t been the story they were telling all season, and I stand by that.

So, I sure do wish I could give you a better post. I wish that we had gotten something better. I still, after everything, love this show, and will still be here in the morning.

Thanks guys. Love y’all.

#my meta #supernatural #spn writers #spoilers #spn 15x20 #spn #this was upsetting to write but hey i knew i had to

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years ago

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Thank you @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @wellbelesbian and @artsyunderstudy. Happy El WooWoo Wednesday.

I haven’t written a lot because I am currently addicted to playing Hades. I do hope to find a title for the damn Klaine fic, because I want to post what I have in the hopes that it will encourage me to actually finish it (look, it worked perfectly for Time After Time and now I feel empty inside because what do I do on my Mondays now?). @cerriddwenluna did make me think of “A legal alien in New York”, but can Blaine be a legal alien when no none knows he’s an alien? What are the laws then 🤔?

“Welcome, hi, you must be Blaine!” Kurt(?) says excitedly. Blaine did have a profile photo, so this must be Kurt, since he recognises Blaine. “I hope you didn’t have to come from far.”

It was only almost an hour by train and then I got lost, Blaine wants to say, but instead nothing except for an “It was” comes out.

Kurt frowns.

“Oh… uh…” Kurt trails off awkwardly.

“I don’t mind, though!” Blaine quickly adds. Kurt shouldn’t look so sad with a frown like that! Blaine ever wants Kurt to be sad, that’s what he’s just decided.

Then his mind catches up with the situation and Blaine suddenly remembers that he has manners. He holds out his hand.

Also I want to beat my brain with a stick, because of course a new WIP idea has formed in my head. (It’s a Snowbaz reunion fic where they break up after Wayward Son, and then they meet years later during a combat class called From Salisbury With Love. Yes, Simon teaches it together with Shepard as his perky assistant. Shep came up with the name.). Girl help yada yada.

Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @bookish-bogwitch @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggo @raenestee @tea-brigade @tectonicduck @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @takitalks @ivelovedhimthroughworse @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna

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charlie-minion · 4 years ago

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Could the same SPN finale make a little more sense with some additions/changes?

I’ve had the idea for this post stuck in my head for days now, but with every new conspiracy theory and every new eventuality in the fandom, it became difficult to cool down enough to write something less ship-related and more narrative-focused.

What Supernatural and non-SPN fans have to understand is that a lot of us have expressed disappointment and frustration after 15x20, not because of Destiel (that’s just one part of the whole problem), but because the finale doesn’t make sense. Everything was leading up to something beautifully crafted until the end of 15x19. Beyond that, it’s hard to understand what happened. The story rendered all the character growth irrelevant, invalidated the themes of free will and “family don’t end in blood”, regressed to the original brother codependency they spent 15 years trying to overcome, made a queer non-binary character in a male vessel and a deaf female character basically disposable, and kept the show’s reputation of queerbaiting and misogyny until its very last breath.

That’s not going out with a bang! At least not a positive one. We all were ready to mourn Supernatural, but we wanted to feel proud of its legacy, and somehow TPTB managed to tarnish that legacy in less than 45 minutes. What a way to ruin the other more than 13,600 minutes of story!

It doesn’t matter who is to blame (The CW, Robert Singer, Andrew Dabb). It doesn’t matter why it happened (homophobia, censorship, marketing for Walker, bad writing). What matters is that at the end of the day, the finale that aired is what we got and that’s going to hurt for a long time. It hurts even more when we realize that the same finale could have easily made more sense, even without being perfect.

That’s what I want to do in this post. I want to show you how things would have been less jarring (for the fandom), while still keeping the goal to please the general audience.

Before I begin rewriting 15x20, I have to mention that I talked to my conservative boomer sister about the finale. She hasn’t watched the second half of season 15 yet (she’s waiting for Netflix to have it), but she’s been watching the show for a long time (she introduced me to it 8 years ago). She’s the perfect example of a viewer from the general audience. Loves the show but doesn’t give a second thought to it and definitely isn’t paying attention to character development or themes. Doesn’t engage with fandom, actors, or any of the show’s social media. Pure GA! When I told her the series finale had aired, she asked me about it and I refused to give her spoilers. Because of that, she told me the ending SHE wanted. She said she would be happy with either of two possibilities: the boys retiring and finally living a normal life OR they going to heaven and finding peace at last. She saw Sam and Dean as a unit, which means: both retiring or both going to heaven. AND she saw Cas as part of that, too. She wasn’t so sure about Jack. And for her, we could use the “Eileen who?” and it wouldn’t be a joke. She didn’t remember her.

NOW IT’S TIME TO WRITE A NEW VERSION OF 15X20 (KEEPING 15X18 AND 15X19 EXACTLY THE SAME AS THEY AIRED). This will be a very long post:

The opening remains almost the same. No “Carry on my wayward son” to induce feels. Too soon and too predictable! (Reasoning: Everyone was expecting it to play right there, so it would bring more tears at the end)

In the opening, after the scene where Jack says “People won’t need to pray to me or sacrifice to me”, we also see the scene from 15x19 where he says “I won’t be hands on”. Then we see the rest of the opening as it was. (Reasoning: People needed to be reminded that Jack would NOT intervene and that’s why later on, he would NOT save Dean).

We get the same montage, but when Sam takes a break from his morning run, we see him reading a message on his phone. A simple: “Hey Sam, what’s new?” from Eileen. Sam smiles fondly and begins to type a response we don’t get to see. The next scene continues the same, Sam making breakfast. (Reasoning: A text was a very simple way to show that Eileen was alive and still in communication with Sam).

The montage slowly ends as Sam enters the library (not after he sits down). He seems to be talking on the phone but we only hear an “I’ll tell him. Bye”. As he walks towards the table, he tells Dean: “Charlie says hi. Mentioned something about Stevie’s perfect scrambled eggs we have to try.” Dean’s answer is “Awesome!” (Reasoning: Just ONE line was needed to unbury Charlie and her girlfriend. ONE LINE).

Sam sits down, opens his laptop and everything continues the same. The title card shows for the last time.

YOU SEE? In the first 4 minutes they could have acknowledged that THREE WOMEN were alive and safe: Eileen, Charlie and Stevie. It wasn’t hard! Don’t blame bad writing on Covid! Now let’s continue.

Sam and Dean arrive at the Pie Fest just the same. Dean goes to get some “damn pie” and Sam takes out his phone. He dials and when someone picks up, he says “Hey, Jody, how are ya?” We don’t hear the rest of the conversation. The scene moves to Dean coming with his 6 portions of pie. Dean sits down and Sam tells him, “Talked to Jody. The other hunters haven’t had much work lately.” “That’s good, isn’t it?”, Dean says. All we get from Sam is “Yeah.” So, Dean looks at him and asks “what’s wrong?” like it happened in the episode. (Reasoning: Again, a couple of lines to make sure the people that were killed in 15x18 are safe and remembered by the boys in 15x20. Why is this important? Because they’re family!)

The conversation about Sam’s sad face happens the same. Sam is the one that mentions Cas and Jack. (Reasoning: Because this episode was so Sam-centered, it’s obvious he was the protagonist in the finale. If we see him communicating with Eileen, Charlie, and Jody, then it’s NORMAL, even expected of him to be the one to bring up Cas and Jack). Without these additions, it’s harder for people to understand that most of the finale was NOT from Dean’s POV but from Sam’s.

Dean’s “if we don’t keep living, then all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing” stays the same. (Reasoning: I believe it’s necessary that the show sticks to the importance of “letting go” and “what is dead should stay dead” for the first time ever because the message is “even when you lose someone you love, you can still find some form of happiness and keep living, for you and for them, because that’s what they would have wanted”. Bringing someone back means “I can’t live without you”, and that’s just more codependency. It’s how the demon deals began in the Winchester family –Mary being the first one to do it. This would explain why Dean didn’t ask Jack to bring Cas back, as he asked Chuck. He understood Jack was NOT going to interfere anymore and accepted it. Besides, when Cas saved Dean from hell, Dean thought he didn’t deserve to be saved. This time that Cas saved him, Dean finally feels worthy enough to accept that YES, HE DESERVED TO BE SAVED ALL ALONG, just as much as he deserved to be loved by that angel of the Lord. In this scene, Dean also says that the pain is not gonna go away, which means that from HIS PERPECTIVE, it still hurts that Cas is not there. The problem is that the finale is not showing his POV but Sam’s.

Sam pies Dean on the face just the same. (Reasoning: That part was just to avoid ending the scene on a sad note).

Everything related to the case happens exactly the same. (Reasoning: At this point, people don’t really care about the MoTW, they care about Sam and Dean).

NOTE 1: The case is important to show that even when the Winchesters are finally free of Chuck’s influence, they CHOOSE to keep hunting. It isn’t something they do out of revenge or because it is their destiny anymore. Maybe they were forced into the life at first, but they’ve learned to find joy in saving people. Being hunters is who they are. However, the fact that a job application was shown on Dean’s desk is also important because it means he was willing to explore what else was there for him besides hunting. Maybe he could find a balance? Maybe he was thinking it was time to quit? We will never know! The thing is that Sam only finds out about it when he goes into Dean’s room after his brother is dead, so maybe that’s when it hits him that Dean wanted to explore his options, and Sam starts to think it’s time for him to do the same.

NOTE 2: I believe the masks the vampires are wearing is something we can blame on covid. If they had their faces covered, it was easier to use people from the SPN crew for some scenes, instead of using more actors unnecessarily.

NOTE 3: When Sam and Dean arrive at the barn, we get 3 visuals to remember Cas in the same scene (those are for the fandom, not for the general audience): a) the barn, obviously; b) the bag that resembles Cas’ trenchcoat so much that many people thought that’s what it was; and c) two feathers hanging on Dean’s right when he opens the trunk.

The scene with the throwing star happens the same. (Reasoning: The episode is still told from Sam’s point of view, so it makes sense that he fondly sees his brother as a man child).

Jenny the vampire? Uhhh… I mean, it’s not the best piece of writing I’ve ever seen, but it’s not the worst, so okay. That stays the same. (Reasoning: There is none, but she’s not what really ruined the finale, so whatever!)

Dean still dies impaled on a rebar. (Reasoning: OK. HERE ME OUT!!! I hate as much as everyone else that Dean is killed. I think it’s lazy writing, but that’s what we got and I can’t change that in this re-write, so if killing Dean is what we have to work around, then, memes aside, death by rebar is better and here’s why. There’s no one to blame for Dean’s death: no Chuck (the boys were willingly hunting even after Chuck was defeated), no vampires (they were all killed and were no real threat, so it was impossible for Sam to begin a quest for revenge against all vampires. What was Sam going to blame? A rebar? Can you kill it? Hunt it? NO. It was an ordinary death, a stupid accident. Just like any person can die at any moment by slipping on a banana peel. Is it a good death? No, but it’s good to know he doesn’t die trying to save Sam or Cas, because Dean Winchester is NOT willing to give up his life in exchange for anyone else’s anymore.

Sam takes out his phone and says he’ll call for help, but his phone is more visible to the audience. He dials and it’s almost to his ear when Dean stops him and Sam hesitantly hangs up. (Reasoning: People have complained that Sam didn’t call an ambulance, but actually he tried to. It’s just that people missed that part, maybe?)

After Sam puts his phone back in his pocket and says “OK” to Dean, he adds, “I’ll pray to Jack”. Dean’s immediate answer is: “No hands on, remember?” “But Dean”, Sam says, and Dean interrupts him with “OK listen to me” and tells Sam what to do with the kids they rescued. (Reasoning: Jack is God now and how come Sam didn’t remember? The viewers remembered, so it was necessary to include a line that ruled the option out and that showed Dean didn’t want Jack to intervene. The rest was fine).

The lines “You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right?” disappear completely from Dean’s monologue. (Reasoning: This is the most problematic part of Dean’s dying speech. He fought God and earned free will, he is no longer controlled by fate or destiny. Accepting that he is supposed to die on a hunt regresses his character development and denies his desire to keep living. This was a total mistake and should be removed).

Instead, if going to heaven is the ending TPTB wanted to give Dean, at least he should say something more empowering. Sam tells him that both of them are going to take the kids somewhere safe. Dean answers and the scene follows like this: “No. Sammy, we made our choice, didn’t we?”, he smiles with difficulty. “We were free to write our own story and we did. We decided to keep saving people, hunting things. Because it’s what we love despite the risks.” (Reasoning: If Dean’s going to die it doesn’t have to feel like it was always meant to be that way. He should die knowing that he exerted his free will until his last breath).

The rest of the dialogue between Sam and Dean happens almost the same. Except that instead of Dean saying “‘cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It’s always been you and me”, he says “’cause when it all came down to it, we’ve always had each other’s backs. Always.” And instead of Sam saying “Don’t leave me”, he says “I still can try to save you.” (Reasoning: It sounds way less codependent without diminishing the importance of their love and support for each other).

Besides, let’s change Dean’s “I’m not leaving you” for “You don’t have to be alone. You’ve still got family.” The rest stays the same word by word. (Reasoning: Dean reminds Sam that “family don’t end in blood” and there are still lots of people out there who love Sam and will be with him).

“I love you so much, my baby brother” stays exactly the same. (Reasoning: Dean always had trouble to express the big L word. I always believed and said many times that before Dean could say “I love you” to Cas or any other character, he had to say it to Sam. So, this is important as part of Dean speaking his truth).

The last part when Dean insists Sam tell him that it’s okay stays the same. (Reasoning: It’s the final moment when the codependency cycle breaks. No more running in circles).

The forehead touch between them stays the same. (Reasoning: I think I would do something similar if my sister were dying. I know there are w*ncest shippers out there, but it shouldn’t matter because the moment feels appropriate for that kind of goodbye).

See? There are changes but not too many. That’s why I’ve been saying that it was easier to get it right, yet they still managed to screw it up.

The second montage stays the same. (Reasoning: Life goes on, but of course Sam has to mourn).

The call about a case in Austin remains the same. (Reasoning: It’s the only part of the episode where someone from the found family is mentioned, so I think that Donna’s name is perfect in that moment. However, without the other additions I’ve made in this re-write, that off-hand mention feels too little. Its purpose was to tell the viewers that if Donna was alive, so were the others, but the way the episode was executed gave us an isolated Sam, incapable of having friends and a family without Dean).

After 30 minutes of Sam’s POV, let’s finally see the last bit of Dean’s POV that we’ll ever get.

Dean arrives in Heaven and Bobby receives him. All their conversation stays almost the same, except that after mentioning Rufus and before saying “and your mom and dad…”, Bobby adds an “Ellen and Jo let me borrow their place”. (Reasoning: If you’re gonna put the man outside the Harvelle’s place, at least mention them for Jack’s sake!).

Besides, after Bobby tells Dean that Sam will be along and that time in heaven is different, Dean gives a small smile and says, “Well, there’s no rush. I want him to have a long, happy life.” Bobby answers with: “I would expect nothing less from you, boy” and tells him he got everything he could ever want, etc., just like it happened in the episode, and finishes by asking “What are you gonna do now, Dean?” (Reasoning: It’s important we know for sure that Dean is NOT codependent anymore and that he doesn’t expect to have a miserable afterlife just because his brother is not there yet).

Instead of saying “I think I’ll go for a drive” Dean says, “I think I know what I want” and walks towards baby. Bobby still tells him to have fun. (Reasoning: “Know what I want” is ambiguous enough to help us introduce the last piece of the puzzle, the one thing Dean’s wanted for many seasons and has never been able to express).

The biggest change is coming:

Dean gets on the Impala and has a moment of silence while he contemplates the wheel. He begins to pray: “Hey, Cas, you got your ears on? I hear you’ve been busy working on this updated Heaven with Jack. You were right about him, Cas. You had faith in him and he saved us all. You could always see the best in everyone, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Even when I couldn’t see it myself. There’s so much I want to tell you. Maybe you can visit sometime. I hope prayer’s still a thing up here.” (Reasoning: Dean’s side of the confession was unaddressed and that was terrible writing. If there was no way to get him to speak his truth textually, at least take him as close to it as possible).

We listen to a flutter of wings and a “Hello, Dean” from the back seat. We don’t see Cas, but the camera shows us Dean’s cocky smile and he says “Took you long enough.” He turns around slowly. End of scene. (Reasoning: The flutter of wings confirms that angels have their wings back and ties that loose end. The final “hello, Dean” was highly anticipated and it made sense. If Misha couldn’t be there to film, for whatever reason, or if the problem was the kind of conversation Dean and Cas would have, then don’t show it, but leave the door open. Let us know that the two characters were reunited and will talk, but whatever Dean has to say is so private that it’s not for us to hear, only for Cas.

We finally hear “Carry on my wayward son” and get a montage that begins with Sam playing with his kid. Then we see Dean driving, super happy, and Sam living his life to the fullest. We still get Sam’s Blurry Wife, BUT… we see pictures of Eileen in the living room (not just of John, Mary, Sam, and Dean). We also see photos of Jody, Donna, Charlie, and AU!Bobby. (Reasoning: FAMILY DON’T END IN BLOOD).

The scene where Sam is wearing the party wig and looks miserable inside the Impala is cut and nobody talks about it ever again because it never existed. We get a scene of Sam teaching his son how to fix the car instead. (Reasoning: First of all, don’t give Sam a life where years later he’s still in pain. Second of all, the fucking wig was a crime).

Sam’s dying scene stays the same. The only thing is that his son signs a couple of phrases to him before actually speaking. (Reasoning: More confirmation that Dean Jr. is Eileen’s son).

We hear the final “Evanescence-like Carry on my wayward son”. Again we see the photos and there’s family other than the Winchesters there. (Reasoning: Obvious at this point).

The rest is exactly the same. The show began with two brothers and it’s okay if the last scene is with the two brothers reunited in Heaven. At this point, the other parts of the story are acceptable enough for us to feel happy that they get to see each other again after years of a happy (after)life.

Now look me in the eye and tell me this was too hard to execute. I still think that bad writing is a thing we can’t deny here, adding to the possible meddling of the Network. Maybe Dabb wanted us to hate the finale because he couldn’t get away with what he truly wanted. If that was his intention, then kudos to him. He and The CW really gave us a finale that only 30% of the fandom liked.

I hope you guys have enjoyed this and it helps to give you some peace of mind. In my heart, this was the finale we got. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t drop the ball either.

#supernatural #15x20 #spn 15x20 #spn finale #rewrite #dean winchester #dean deserved better #cas deserved better #destiel #the characters deserved better #we deserved better #it was easier to get it right #yet they screwed up big time #alternate ending

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