#which means she’s entirely given up 😂

[angesaurus]

My mother in law got me k cups for Christmas and they were Starbucks holiday blend and they straight taste like what I imagine ass tastes like merry Christmas

[unreleasedwrites]

OMG i hope this'll be the first smut req ever on your blog 😂 can i have a smut of Gun w/ his s/o on wedding night 🩷 just no degradation please bc i'm against it 🥲 thank you so much 💖

- 🧸 anon

Newlyweds

character(s) included: Park Jonggun x fem!reader

cw: implied SMUT, sexual content, has plot, Gun is not mean (imo), praise, baby fever, swearing, completely consensual, couple + kinky nicknames 😭, breeding kink (?), teasing, my first time writing smut so have mercy on me 🤕, also i don’t think there is degradation here, I tried writing this in an endearing way where gun is not a meanie !!

❤︎︎ — written on Tuesday Night, June 4 2024 - until published

❤︎︎ — published on Wednesday Afternoon, June 5 2024 (arnd 3 pm)

༄ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ༄ contains sexual content and implied smut !!

“Smile!!” Your cousin said with glee while she was taking photos of you holding her adorable baby, who was born just around two months ago.

The baby was giggling nonstop as you were playing with her in order to get her to smile. You held her with your arms while posing for the camera. It was such a cute moment, all you could think about was how dedicated your cousin was to attend your wedding despite having literal twin boys just recently.

The other twin was asleep in the care of his father. While you, along with your cousin, continued to take pictures of you with one of the twins. You were in an elegant wedding dress while the baby was nicely dressed in yellow.

People watched you with the adorable baby, some even suspecting that he was yours and Guns’. Others went into absolute awe whenever the baby would match your energy.

One of those people was your newly wedded husband, Gun.

He was chatting with some of his trusted friends whom he chose to invite, when he heard the commotion and looked over to the front portion of the venue, which was overly traditional, only to see you holding a baby. You looked so genuine and happy over a little thing, that it sort of confused him. You two have already talked about kids and he didn’t seem to care that much, but he’s held Yenna before so he knows how adorable they are.

But seeing you up there being so happy, and seemingly caring so much for a little infant— that made him feel an entirely new way about having a family.

It didn’t help that his close friends were pushing him into the idea, suggesting that the baby could be yours and Guns’ instead in the near future and that you would be doing the same thing. Saying you’d be such a good mother, with them knowing how you are around children since Gun has introduced you some time ago.

Given how traditional Gun and his family can be, they have been bothering him constantly about a baby while Gun just brushes it off. He’s too busy to have a baby after all, right?

Well, that’s what he usually thinks, but its almost like he changed in an instant when he saw you. From the moment he first saw you, up until now— he’s always thought that you’d look so good full of him, full from carrying his child.

“Nnnggh— Gu-Gunn..!!—” You whined helplessly as Gun continued thrusting into you, even after 2 continuous rounds. His stamina truly unmeasurable.

“Shhh.. m’gonna stuff you full with my cum, you’re gonna look even more irresistible,” Gun whispered in your ear without breaking his rhythmic thrusts into your little pussy.

Gun has been taking his sweet time on you, literally. He has been on top of you for what feels like hours now. Your usually tired after only one round, but tonight… who knows how much rounds you’re in for. He’s been acting all lovey dovey after he saw you with that baby, telling you sweet nothings and what not.

“I can’t— m’ too full alread—yy!!” You practically screamed from pure pleasure when Gun started dragging his cock in and out, teasing you of your closely awaited orgasm.

“Awh, my wife shouldn’t have to worry about that— After all, you’re doing soooo good f’me, taking me in so damn well.” He groaned in between words as he felt the teasing pleasure from dragging his cock in and out of your hole too.

You were an absolute mess at this point, Gun was teasing you of your third orgasm while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, knowing you love when he does that. With every phrase he’d whisper, he could feel you getting even wetter, if that was even possible.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying our baby,” he’d whisper as he slowly pushes his cock deeper into you, slowing down his thrusts a whole lot just to get a reaction out of you.

He’s just in love with the way you whine and moan for him, the way you squirm under him only makes him even more determined to fill you.

He thinks you look so pretty like this, when you’re a moaning mess, with tears forming in your eyes from how good his cock feels inside of you.

His thrusts slow down but get even deeper than they already were, which you never would have imagined that could happen. He’s hitting spots you didn’t even know was there to be pleasured.

“Nnnnnghhh— d-daddyy… feels so.. good,” you managed to utter out, throwing your head back involuntarily. Fuck. That immediately brought Gun to a halt. His cock twitched uncontrollably and he finished right there and then, deep inside of you.

“Wh..What was that, that you just called me..?” He groaned while breathing heavily.

“Mmm.. you mean, daddy?” You replied, trying to regain some sort of composure and energy. His cock twitched at the name. You could tell he was only getting harder and even more amused with how this was going.

He only laughed in response and began to thrust in and out of you again, much faster than he was when you two first got in bed.

“NNnnn—! W-waitt!! Needa break—, ple..ase!” Your words only got him harder as he hit all sorts of spots which got you even wetter.

“No can do, seems like you’ve been teasing me on purpose since we woke up this morning,” He said as he leaned in to kiss you.

Your moans were muffled out by the kiss, and his thrusts began to get sloppier, “b-but m’legs hurt so bad..” You complained because you were practically folded with your legs having hung in the air ever since you two started. But unfortunately for you, Gun loves doggy style and missionary, and you do too— just not that much when you’ve been in the same position for so incredibly long…

“How’s my pretty wife doing?” Gun suddenly brings up amidst all the moaning and groans that filled your guys’ hotel room. He always wants to check in on his pretty girl after all.

“I don’t feel as tired anymore.. which is weird since we didn’t take a break or anything like that, but it feels nice....” You reassured him, knowing that he is trying his best to hold back on you, and not go overboard.

Especially since this is your guys’ one and only wedding night. He knows you’re already exhausted from walking around and chatting with all sorts of people and dolling yourself up because you want to look your very best for your guys’ special day. So of course, he wants you to be able to relax but still enjoy the special night. After all, this isn’t just another fuck session you guys are having, it’s different.

“haghhhh—, feels so good, Jonggun..” You said, much more relaxed with the pace of his thrusts.

Gun smiled at your little reaction, not in a mocking way but in the way that he finds you awfully adorable.

“My wife likes it much, much more when we’ve got no protection on, does she now?” He replied as he stroked your cheek with the dried off tears from earlier.

“Mhm,” you nodded as you stroked his messy hair.

You could feel his pace grow quicker and his breath hitched. It was evident that he was close and you were too.

“Gun, m’cumming—!” You suddenly shrieked when his pace kept increasing and he got impossibly closer to you, placing his lips on yours as you both finished.

You felt so immensely tired yet happy. He broke the kiss and brushed his finger over your wet lips while maintaining eye contact with you.

He had what looked to be an involuntary yet very genuine smile, which he kept on before lifting you up princess style towards the bathroom— Where he gently placed you in the bathtub and turned the faucet on. He got into the bathtub with you and pulled you closer so that your back would be leaning on his chest. His grasp on you is surprisingly gentle, relaxing even.

You both were in pure bliss.

notes: help idk 😭 I really hope this isn’t too bad, especially for the anon who requested it 🤕 I tried but yeah i’ve never written smut until now so sjeiehjsksiwjwkkss but I do like to read so I try to get some like tips from those iykwim

anyway i hope it doesn’t seem like degrading since i tried my best to write it in a nicer way but yk ig it also depends on how you read and see it on your own so yeah and yes i have a different layout and style for smut fics 😁😁

ngl i think this might be the quickest i’ve done a request… if not then its definitely the second 😭

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for my first smut fic 😭, and I'II be doing more characters in lookism so feel free to request!!

[artfulacrostic]

had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:

LONG AF POST:

-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3

-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!

-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".

-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively

-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)

-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so

-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX

-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)

-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.

-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)

-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.

-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me

-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore

-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball

-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.

-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?

OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸

[acourtofthought]

New Anti Take:

Rhys about Feyre:

Nesta about Feyre:

Nesta about Elain:

Feyre about Elain:

Cassian to Nesta:

Azriel about Elain:

But sure, it's so terrible to imagine Elain ending up being friends with a guy who said this:

while he was pretending to be the bad guy but went on to prove it was an act while providing them information that helped them save many lives. Who ended up becoming good friends with Elain's mate, the guy he made the comment to. Lucien who is almost certain to have a POV which means Jurian will be heavily featured.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Anti's getting so furious over the BOE (which includes Elain's mate) being more connected to the same plots that Elain is connected to than the twins, being given way more dialogue, purpose and backstory than the wraiths have been given, being more connected to Elain's father than Nuala and Cerridwen have ever been (and the entire reason we theorize Elain's story will involve them) is the craziest new argument I've seen in a long time.

I'm not wanting anything, I'm simply following the authors bread trail of crumbs. The funniest thing is that when anti's claim we dislike them because of our ship it's inaccurate because Nuala and Cerridwen aren't a threat to the Elucien ship the way the BOE are to e/riels. They have never actually interacted on page with Az in the entirety of the series, he never once refers to them by name (funny how my anon accused me of this very same thing). Elain could end up with Lucien and the wraiths could still play a big role in her book. They are not heavily connected to Az beyond his training them ages ago and their "work" for he and Rhys but it's only ever mentioned in the background, never something we see play out. We actually witnessed Az training / speaking to Gwyn and going on a spy mission with Cassian yet we've never been given a scene where Az says "I'll send Nuala and Cerridwen out to gather information for me" or "I'll take the twins".

Elain needs to shine in her own pov so the wraiths would never be the ones leading the pack, they would be there to serve Elain's character growth which they could do regardless of her LI.

The reason I don't theorize them doing so (beyond them maintaining a casual friendship) is Sarah hasn't given me any reason to think that's where she's headed.

Lucien and Tamlin were / are friends.

Feyre and Lucien become friends.

Celaena became friends with Dorian.

Celaena became friends with Chaol.

Nesta became close with Amren.

Nobody is denying these friendships exist however it cannot be disputed that the nature of the friendships changed over the course of the series. It cannot be disputed that those friendships (while lasting) did not prevent the main characters from leaving a certain place and building a life elsewhere, making new friends along the way.

Why would Elain be any different?

[foreverisntenough]

A cute blurb idea, teddy seeing her mom taking a wig off for the first time and being scared. Or trent doing his skin care routine and teddy is watching and getting upset. Trent is confused to why teddy is upset so he calls y/n who laughs and tells him the ladies have a skincare routine themselves and teddy is upset because trent isn't pampering her too. Teddy skincare routine could be like when y/n uses a makeup wipe, she uses a baby wipe on teddy or something.

I love this! Omg the hair! I can’t 😂 idk why I just imagine Teddy having looser curls but idk it’s besides the fact! Anyways this was so cute 🥺 like perfect dad Trent op.

I hope you like it 🥰

--------- My tiny one shot below for you 🤍

‘Pretty’ - 990 words |

↳ Trent isn’t doing his skincare the way you do and your daughter, Teddy isn’t having it.

Other ForeverIsntEnough One Shots

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“Dada! Doing wrong. Stop!” Teddy whined sitting on the counter of your bathroom kicking her feet gingerly as Trent washed his face, dried it, and began to concluding his entire routine picking one singular product after to moisturize. Truly, it is unfair the genetics he got to have perfect skin with such minimal effort. “Not like mama, dada! Stop!” She yelped shuffling on the counter reaching her hands up to grab at him.

“What, baby? What does mama do that I’m not? I’m doing what dada does. That okay or no?” Trent laughed very confused because despite his minimal routine you had very early on in the relationship gotten him good products specific for him that were quality and it was approved but apparently not so much to Teddy. On the odd chance Teddy didn’t inherit his genes for perfect skin you wanted to make sure that it was something she enjoyed and she thought was a fun so more often than not you’d have her sit with you and do your skincare routine with you. It was a nice time for the two of you to spend alone together and work on affirmations and self love as well that you needed to learn just as much as she did.

“Is wrong, dada!” She yelled grabbing for his hand to put down the very evidently clear male facial cream he’d picked up. That was not what her or more specifically you used and therefore it was wrong. “Need to make pwetty like mama and me, tay?” Teddy chirped on wiggling herself back more on the big countertop to look for your things.

“Oh okay. Sorry I didn’t know. Can you show me then or should I call mama and ask?” Trent continued to laugh a little because it was funny to watch Teddy give him such a judgmental scowl over ‘skincare’ that wasn’t all that different from the one you had given him when you first saw his original ‘routine’ if you could even call it that.

“Here dada, wash pleabs!” Teddy cooed handing him a face wash she knew was the first step. She didn’t read the name on the bottle per se but she knew that was the first one. She knew that because you’d always ask her to reach it for her first thing.

“Ahh okay. Alright, gimme, baby.” Trent reached out to her to grab it. “And you promise this will make daddy pretty like you and mummy because that’s all tall order.” He gave her a wink.

“Yeah, like mama.” She giggled as Trent went to grab the bottle from her tiny hand but Teddy snatched it back holding it tight to her chest quicker. “Wait! Wait! I blue… you pink, tay, dada?” She looked around curiously for something. Trent raised his brow confused what she was talking about. Teddy gestured to her head and pushed her little curls back with her hands. Trent hummed understanding that she was looking for the headband you always used. You usually wore the blue which was cute that Teddy now wanted to have that color.

“All good?” Trent cooed after he had grabbed the headbands out from a drawer of yours, putting one on her, allowing for her adorable face to be more on display. Trent did so after her. Teddy naturally laughed at him in the pink headband. She got through a few steps like ‘wash,’ ‘rounds’ meaning a toner pad you had which Trent did not enjoy but knew was ultimately fine as you had made him use one before, ‘goo’ was her word for serums which always made you laugh the same way it just had Trent, and concluding with ‘losh’ her word for moisturizer but as you had been able to explain it to her, lotion but then she paused in a panic.

“Don’t knows next…” She quivered. Her eyes pooling like a puppy’s, her identical pout to his rolling into a sad frown. Her eyes welled before she broke into tears.

“Baby bear… that’s okay. You did so good, beautiful. Look, doesn’t daddy look pretty now?” He cooed and she shook her head ‘no’ and Trent tried not to be offended. “Okay, you think there’s more to be done? Let’s call mama, okay? We can ask her.” He softly spoke to her, wiping her falling tears. He kissed her forehead a few times before grabbing his phone. He FaceTimed you and sat himself on an ottoman in the en suite. He plopped Teddy on his lap and wrapped his arms around her, holding the phone out in front of them.

“Hi mummy! Don’t I look so pretty?” Trent cooed with a cheeky grin that made your heart break. You assessed the situation quickly. A tearful Teddy, a goofy Trent, and two skincare headbands you knew well. You hummed with a smile. “Ted is teaching me how to get pretty like her and mummy so she has a question for you.” Trent spoke to you before pushing a kiss to Teddy’s cheek in encouragement.

“Mama, next after losh?” Teddy sadly sniffled, grabbing the phone for herself. She adjusted her position in Trent’s lap, leaning her face against his strong bicep, squishing her plump cheek into his muscle.

“That’s it, Teddy girl! All done! Good memory, baby… Daddy looks so pretty now.” You started to laugh. Trent shook his head at you. It was really sweet. You definitely had more steps post moisturizer you could’ve tacked on for him but for her, you just wanted her to smile. That beautiful smile started to grow after your confirmation.

“See, baby bear. Gotta believe in yourself. I knew you made me look prettier than mummy.” Trent cooed with a wink to you. You bit your lip as your heart ached a little missing them.

“No! Dada. No pwetty mama. Erm… mama then dada.” She corrected him at first with some vigor and then tailed off into feeling a little guilty about saying he wasn’t as so.

“Oh I see. I agree, Ted, I agree. I’m not as pretty as mummy but my Teddy is right?” He comforted her, kissing her cheek a few hundred times falling into just raspberries, Teddy falling into a hiccuped giggle.

“I definitely think so.” You assured her. “I heard Alexander-Arnold girls are the most beautiful.” You continued on. Trent nodded, Teddy quick to follow his motions with her own nod and a ‘tay,’ appreciating the compliments.

⇨ Read other ForeverIsntEnough work here!

[sketch-guardian]

Funny thought Mc calling Uriel racist every single time she shows prejudice to our demon RAD classmates and any demon friends (excluding those that are jerks)

Cutting the line? Mc shouting racists while pointing at Uriel

Being rude to a demon for no reason? Racist!!- Mc

Being rude to one of our lovey demon RAD classmates?! “How are you an Angel if your racists and being cruel for no specific reason? Doesn’t god say you should love everyone? And they say demons are cruel and evil belong here yet your an Angel?” - Mc probably

Just a funny thought I needed to share cause Mc gives no fucks be funnier if everytime Uriel is mean for not specific reason to them or the RAD classmates they just say “Racists” while pointing at Uriel

Another + if Mc did a whole PowerPoint presentation on how racism is bad and how it effects people in the human world (POC Mc - A Mexican)

(Ps: I’m not saying Uriel is racist I just think it’d be funny,pls don’t take it the wrong way I don’t mean it offensively!! Like in Deadpool with how he calls Cable racists over Russel or how in those funny movies that have people being called racists or that one football movie scene,pls I’m begging you don’t take it the wrong way)

Don't worry, I didn't take that idea as offensive towards my OC😌actually as you said, I think it would be funny if someone actually pointed out Uriel's prejudicial attitude😂so let's proceed with the headcanon✨:

"URIEL WITH A MC WHO CALLS HER OUT FOR BEING 'RACIST' TOWARDS DEMONS "

The first time MC happens to point out that Uriel sometimes behaves in a racist manner towards the demon brothers or the RAD classmates, the warrior angel would glare at them and even if MC doesn't give a damn, they couldn't help but think that if it were not for some kind of celestial law, Uriel would have smited them already. As for the motivations behind Uriel's resentment towards demons, on the one hand it's because of how she was educated on the hellborn demons (like Diavolo), a bit like Luke at the beginning who didn't trust demons, in fact some celestial beings still struggle to accept the possible prospect of a truce with Devildom, on the other hand, however, there is a greater, deeper motivation for Uriel, namely having felt betrayed by those who once she considered superiors or even friends, seeing those same people break God's teachings that characterized her entire existence, her reason for living being broken and disrespected, affected Uriel deeply. Uriel once admired some of them, for example she looked up to Zuri, in her opinion one of the most beautiful, diligent and pure angels, alongside Lucifer, so when the 7 brothers and the others fell from grace, Uriel felt distraught, almost abandoned, and began to grow and hold back feelings of hatred and regret within herself, thinking about how things could have been resolved differently, if only they had followed the rules. Returning to the MC's reproaches, the first few times Uriel would respond in a rather cynical or dry way, reminding MC that even though those demons seem good, they are in Devildom for a reason and that they shouldn't forget it, given what they went through and risked in their presence, she would also add that quesioning God's will is a sin in the Celestial Realm, definitively more serious than her prejudice towards demons, which in her opinion is justified. As a warrior angel, not used to empathy, Uriel would need help and patience from MC and others (such as Simeon, Luke, Raphael, Nathaniel and Remiel) to overcome her block in accepting demons, however it wouldn't be impossible, showing Uriel that they're still the same people she once knew and that not everyone is necessarily evil would be enough. By improving over time, Uriel would also receive more praise from MC for her efforts, which she would appreciate. As for MC making a powerpoint to explain to Uriel why racism is a bad thing and how it also affects people in the human world, I didn't have time to make a quick sketch, but the graphic representation would be more or less something like this-

[greencheekconure27]

Speaking of Airk, I've been thinking- remember how at the feast some girl starts asking about his sword skills and he hesitates and awkwardly tells her he's "probably second best"?

Now at this point it we're still supposed to think he's just a useless womanizer so it comes off as empty bragging. Except in hindsight I don't think it was. Not entirely at least.

First of all, Airk's thing in this series is that he's given this establishing character moment early on ("I wonder who he's *hunting* today etc etc.) that sets him up as a familiar stock character. He then proceeds to subvert it at every turn. We think he doesn't know/didn't bother to learn Elora's name ? Well he does, he just chooses not to use it. We think he's a useless fop? We'll he just pulled off some pretty darn necessary diplomacy off screen while Kit and Sorsha were too busy screaming at each other. We think he's gonna walk towards the creepy voice promising him power? Nope, no way, he's out of here. Well surely he'll get seduced by the pretty girl? Nope, he didn't do that either, in fact he rejected her because he's with Elora AND figured out she's the Crone! Etc.etc.

Second of all remember how in the movie Madmartigan kept going on about being the *greatest swordsman that ever lived* and everyone (audience included) is like "yeah, Sure"🙄🙄 and then in the second half it turns out he really Is great ? Yeah, that.

(Don't know how much of the final fight was meant to be the Crone controlling him but he Did hold his own well & also showed absolutely no hesitation to grab a sword and go defend the castle in the first ep.)

All of which in turn makes me wonder- if Airk says he's the *second best* who does he consider the *best*? Madmartigan? Kit? Sorsha perhaps? Some random other person? Did he mean to say he's the third (or lower)then remembered his father is dead/lost and he's moved up a spot, and that why he looked so uncomfortable and sad there for a second? Or is the*best* meant to be Kit but he's hesitating because he figured out/suspects Jade is throwing the sparring matches?

(If they handed out degrees in overthinking I'd probably have a doctorate by now lol😂)

[rayan12sworld]

💠🧡The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening

By:KizuKatana

Summary:

Lan Zhan was not interested in sex or romantic relationships. He had watched with a dismissive glance as his classmates made fools of themselves and wasted a considerable amount of time and energy on various hook-ups and romantic entanglements.

Aside from the fact that his lack of sexual interest kept him laser focused on his school and research, Lan Zhan’s reason for it was based on something more fundamental. He did not enjoy the company of most people fully clothed, and he couldn’t really imagine that improving if they were naked.

Which was why he found himself shocked at the visceral image that slammed through his system of grabbing Wei Ying by his messy ponytail, forcing him to his knees, and fucking his mouth until he cried.

Chapter:6/6

Words:41,198

Status:completed

Dude, give me a fucking break. I was dead asleep after a really long fucking first two weeks at this school when my RA came banging on my door. You’re lucky I even pulled some pants on.” Wei Ying had. Pulled his pants on. Implying that Wei Ying had been… sleeping without pants on. Since pants were the only thing he was wearing, that meant Wei Ying slept naked. Lan Zhan had excellent logical processing skills, and he was quite sure his conclusion was correct. Lan Zhan’s brain was over actively processing that fact. With how thin the man’s pants were, and the fact that the streetlights were providing a backlighting that made them translucent, Lan Zhan did not have to exercise much of his imagination to be able to visualize that. Wei Ying’s long, dark hair was falling down to the middle of his back in messy waves, free from its usual ponytail. Lan Zhan had a sudden vision of what his hair would look like spilled across a pillow. Lan Zhan’s pillow. Specifically.

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"You must be freezing. Here, you can borrow this,” she said. Luo QingYang’s words snapped Lan Zhan out of his thoughts. He felt an urgency to stop the conversation that was happening, which—in complete consistency with all of Lan Zhan’s other thoughts since leaving his dorm that night—again made no sense. Wei Ying was practically naked and it was cold outside. Lan Zhan had forgotten the temperature in the haze of… in the haze of Wei Ying. He turned around just in time to see Luo QingYang offering Wei Ying her blanket. Why had Lan Zhan not thought about offering Wei Ying his sweater? Lan Zhan’s entire body was practically on fire, and therefore definitely did not require it. Wei Ying should be wearing his sweater. Not Luo QingYang’s blanket. He was not entirely sure why he felt this at such a visceral level, but he had an abrupt but deeply felt need for it to be his sweater touching all of the skin that was currently causing Lan Zhan’s brain to malfunction. “No, i-it’s fine. I’m g-good,” Wei Ying said, his teeth chattering. “Don’t be an idiot,” Luo QingYang said, ignoring his words and wrapping the blanket around him. Lan Zhan could see Wei Ying visibly relax into the warmth of it. The blanket would have been warm from Luo QingYang’s body heat. It could have been Lan Zhan’s body heat seeping into Wei Ying’s skin, if he had thought to offer his fucking sweater.

~~~ you only had said one word to him yet your this jealous 😂😂

On Monday, Wei Ying showed up to fluid mechanics wearing an oversized, pink fluffy sweater that clearly did not belong to him, given Wei Ying’s favored color scheme tended towards black and red, exclusively. . It was thick and warm, and Lan Zhan instinctively hated it. Wei Ying was wearing someone else’s clothes. The notion prickled him like nettles all through class, making it almost impossible for him to focus on what Professor Xiang was saying. In high school, girls would sometimes wear the sweater or jacket of their boyfriend as a signal that they were together. Did this mean Wei Ying was dating someone? He had only been on campus a month! But Wei Ying was very charismatic and outgoing. It would not be surprising if someone had already asked him out. Someone who was better at words and had more experience with dating and attraction than Lan Zhan. The thought of Wei Ying some day wearing his clothing had his hand tightening on his pencil in a crushing grip.

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Wei Ying gave a slight chuckle. “Thanks. It’s actually not even mine. MianMian took pity on me since I don’t really have anything warm and I was freezing my ass off with the sudden snow.” Lan Zhan felt as though he had been struck in the stomach. The sweater was Luo QingYang’s. And she had evidently spent Sunday or Monday morning with Wei Ying. And seen he was cold. And given him her clothing. “It didn’t get this cold in Yiling,” Wei Ying was continuing, unaware of the effect his words had on Lan Zhan. “I guess I wasn’t really prepared for it when I transferred here. MianMian has a whole closet full of warm, fluffy sweaters, so she let me borrow this one. She said my teeth chattering was making it hard to study.” “Oh,” the student said, sounding slightly disappointed in Wei Ying’s answer. Lan Zhan could relate. “You mean Luo QingYang? She’s a year ahead of us, right? You two must be… close then.” “Yep! MianMian’s great. We met during a fire drill at my dorm. She was the first person who actually talked to me when I transferred here.” Lan Zhan felt a flare of intense frustration at himself. Why had he not offered Wei Ying one of his own sweaters? He had Wei Ying’s contact now. He could have messaged him. He had several, and he knew that it was getting colder. It had been increasingly clear that Wei Ying did not own any warm clothes. Perhaps if Lan Zhan had loaned Wei Ying some of his sweaters, Wei Ying would not have felt the need to borrow them from Luo QingYang. And if Lan Zhan hadn’t been having a complete mental breakdown at the sight of Wei Ying shirtless during the fire drill, then maybe he would have been the one Wei Ying had grown close to.

~~

Lan Zhan wondered if somehow he was having a delayed puberty, because he had never thought about sex much in the past and now he was thinking about it nearly constantly. If this was how most people went through their lives, Lan Zhan was amazed that anyone got anything done at all.

~~~ wth 🤣🤣

“I should stop by campus one of these days to meet the boy who has finally managed to draw my didi out of his shell!” Lan Zhan hoped Lan Huan’s project did not give him a day off for the foreseeable future. Or at least until Lan Zhan had gotten his thoughts under control. He did not think he could handle having Lan Huan see him interact with Wei Ying until then.

~~

Wei Ying slipped his arms into the sleeves of Lan Zhan’s sweater. It was too big on him, and the sleeves hung down past Wei Ying’s fingertips. Wei Ying just grinned hazily up at Lan Zhan, wrapping it tightly around him. Oh. Lan Zhan really liked Wei Ying in his clothing. There was a visceral satisfaction in it that Lan Zhan did not understand but felt in his core..

~

There weren’t many students out this late, but the one or two who passed them did a double-take. Lan Zhan did not give a fuck. In fact, he hoped that they all made note of the fact that Wei Ying was tucked inside Lan Zhan’s jacket, being taken to Lan Zhan’s car, wearing Lan Zhan’s sweater.

~

Then I am pleased to be Wei Ying’s first.” Wei Ying let out a helpless bubble of laughter. He slanted a grin at Lan Zhan that should have been a warning, but Lan Zhan was not prepared when Wei Ying said, slyly. “Is Lan Zhan planning on taking all of my firsts then?” The spike of lust that shot through Lan Zhan at the words nearly made him lightheaded. He told himself that it was good he had taken Wei Ying to a restaurant rather than ordering take-out, because otherwise he might have pinned Wei Ying to the nearest wall and taken at least a few more firsts.

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Su She Eats his Heart Out

By:KizuKatana

Summary:

The (bitter) third party pov of the epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, as told from the pettiest NPC to ever exist.

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A new student transferred into the university in their second year, and Su She was gleeful to see how much Lan Zhan was irritated by him from the very first day that the student (Wei something) showed up late for class with a ratty hoodie pulled up over his head and proceeded to sleep through lecture. Finally, someone else would be the butt of everyone’s jokes as they watched Wei Ying constantly try and fail to get Lan Zhan’s attention. When midterm grades came out, Su She was expecting the guy to be humiliated.

That was… not what happened.

Worse still, Lan Zhan was now actually turning his head to look at the guy when he spoke. And... wait, was Lan Zhan… putting his hand on the guy’s ass?!

No. Su She does not accept this.

This story is complete, but I am just cleaning it up as I post.

Chapter:3/3

Words:16,770

Status:completed

[pianapplez]

Hello there 👋👀,

So I just found your blog and had a lot of fun scrolling through all the pjo show crit😂 I couldn't help but notice that one tag you left on a post where you said you had some beef with Annabeth's portrayal in the books 👀 Would you mind elaborating on that if you're comfortable with it🙈? Because I absolutely share that sentiment, but it's sooo veeeery rare that I see other people express anything like it... I've found that trying to be a part of the fandom can be pretty alienating most of the time, if you're not exactly the biggest most devoted Percabeth shipper...😅 And often any criticism leveled at Annabeth just gets you a smack with the "internalized-misogyny" hammer... it's even worse in the tv show now due to... obvious reasons...

Again just if you're comfortable with answering of course🙈 There is a reason I stayed on anon after all...😅😂

Really glad you asked because i finally get to ramble about this heheheh (going forward, know that i skimmed over The Last Olympian to have a clearer sense of what I meant because that's the book where Rick fumbles her character more than the others)

i'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible but short answer would be, she's underdeveloped. Long answer:

She really got on my nerves in the last two books, with the whole Rachel debacle and then the Battle of New York. I can't really remember a single moment in those books where she and Percy aren't bickering or having heated discussions, which really made me question their friendship status. Of course, it's not like friends can't fight and it obviously builds up the (romantic) tension between them, but it got unbearable at one point.

I understand she's a teenager in an incredibly stressful situation that didn't even get to have a normal upbringing- she grew up way too fast (run away at 7, head counselor at 12) while also not really maturing, which is not a problem for a character, if it is handled properly. Given the fact that I am writing this, Riordan did not.

On the surface, my biggest beef is that Annabeth is not exactly held accountable for her actions (ie. treating Rachel a bit like shit and going off on Percy for a bunch of stuff.) I know Percy is to blame a bit here: as far as we know, in TLO he basically cuts the greek world out of his life as much as he can as a coping mechanism. And while yes, he never apologizes either, he doesn't give her nearly half the hard time she gives him: always either giving him the cold shoulder (there must be at least one example of this in the entire series but i cant be bothered to look it up sorry) or starting an argument only to then storm off (see the "you're a coward, Percy Jackson!" scene, which is not the fairest example since she was confronting Percy about ignoring camp but also was a bit too harsh about it) (especially after finally reading the prophecy and being under the impression that he was absolutely going to die when he turned 16 lmao) or just straight up storming off (see, Annabeth reacting when Rachel shows up for the first time during the battle of new york). While most of these feel, at least to some degree, fairly justified given how the entire situation does an absolute number on her emotions, she comes off a bit brattish and like she's trying to rile Percy up, especially when it comes to Rachel, which in the context of a battle that could mean the destruction of the world.... Well, it reads as a bit childish to me, and i wouldn't exactly have that much of a problem with it if it was dealt with in some way (a two-way apology would be nice).

After that first impression, i realized that Annabeth is barely ever anything else other than a plot device (when relating to Luke) or a love interest (when relating to Percy). This might be because the books are on Percy's POV. Hell, on the third book he's even conflicted when Annabeth is considering joining the Hunters of Artemis, aka, when making a choice for herself would mean he loses her (which is fine and dandy but it feels like Percy is more upset about her choosing her own path rather than being sad about not seeing her as often); we really only get a few glimpses of her, as in, actually her when she's on her own.

Obviously it's impossible to talk about Annabeth without touching on percabeth, which also is, in my opinion, what hinders Annabeth's character the most. On paper they sound great. The guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty falls in love with a girl whose been let down by people over and over, and she decides to never give up on the boy whose always had people give up on him (can't find one of the million posts that talks about this right now but it always goes something like that) And yeah, the bickering is really well written! But that's literally as far as it ever goes: they don't ever seem to have fun together, because 8 times out of 10 the bickering ends up being passive aggressive, and mostly done by Annabeth. My biggest gripe about percabeth is that their friendship seems to be based off... shared trauma. Literally. Other than going on quests together we are given no examples of them hanging out, nor a reason why they would want to spend time together in the first place, not even a shared hobby. Yes, in the fourth book they had a movie "date" planned but of course they didn't even get to it, and surprise surprise, they had a minor discussion, and surprise surprise, Annabeth was passive aggressive again. It's hard to picture them having fun together when even the author doesn't write in any scenes in which they get along smoothly (and before you say anything, a scene in which they get along where neither of them is about to die, and they're not talking about previous adventures. Gets a bit hard then, doesn't it?) It's even harder to picture them as a couple when the moment she gets upset about something, she starts coming off as emotionally manipulative (see, again, literally any conversation with Rachel or about Rachel)

To be fair, the books are relatively short and don't allow many "filler" chapters, if you will; there's always something happening to keep the main plot or a minor plot point moving forward, but it's not like there is no room to develop the characters' relationships, especially when we're talking about the main char and what is essentially his endgame. As an example we have Percy and Clarisse, or Percy and Beckendorf. Their interactions are brief but still hold so much weight.

Worst of all, Annabeth could be one hell of a character; what's most interesting of all is how being a daughter of Athena she is still incredibly emotionally driven, which is displayed very clearly with her fatal flaw being pride: her telling the Sphynx that her questions were too easy was not smart nor strategic: it was completely impulsive. I seriously think she wasn't far from being the best character in the series had she been given more time.

I guess i have as much beef with Annabeth as i have with Rick for doing her dirty. I really could sum this up with: while her emotions are justified, she acts upon them quite poorly. And this is what i mean when i say she's underdeveloped, because it would've been nice to see her come to her senses a bit.

Would love to read anyone's opinions on her character though, feel free to comment, even (or especially) if you don't agree with me!

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

If my memory serves me right I remember you saying Ada would like sweet food (or has a sweet tooth?). But wouldn't it be the opposite? Given most asians don't really like sweet food, preferring them to be less sweeter. I imagine her taking a bite of chocolate cake and immediately giving it to Leon because she's one bite away from gagging. 😂 And I also think she'd be lactose intolerant too (because she's East Asian, and about 70-100 percent are lactose intolerant) so her eating ice cream would be less likely tbh.

No hate, just giving my thoughts as a fellow asian myself! 😅

i like the idea of ada having a sweet tooth (mostly because i like the symmetry of her having a sweet spot for leon) lol

so even if she does, i kinda think she wouldn't indulge very often. or would do so very rarely.

IM GONNA BE HONEST (about the lactose intolerance thing)

(i have a lot of very strong opinions about this)

i do think there's a lot of nuance with understanding lactose intolerance in asian people and people in general. i do think it's funny that i am also asian (and also have asian friends that are all not lactose intolerant, myself included) while having several white friends that are ALL severely lactose intolerant.

the other thing is that i think it's kinda weird to place this on an asian character, based on the fact that's it's a possibility for asian people. it doesn't really change much for her story other than she "can't have milk" and im like - that's.. weird lol. to attribute that to her for just being asian. (like it feels like one of those not necessarily racist characteristics, but it feels weird to attach this to her JUST BECAUSE she's asian)

also especially since it's not something that's ALWAYS occuring with asian people. sure, it's a higher percentage. but europeans also have a high chance of being lactose intolerant, along with many other people from different parts of the world.)

this also doesn't include the fact that many asian countries along with the west, that have also developed milks that have less lactose and or are lactose free. so it's entirely possible for someone to be lactose intolerant consume a bunch of dairy products and be fine. (or be like my white friends that are lactose intolerant and just shit their brains out later)

another thing that i think would be weird is to write like - a korean character not sweating or smelling because they might have the gene that makes it so that they don't smell. - like that's fucking weird right? to bring up in a fic?

or the chinese alcohol flush thing, which yes, many people have it (myself included.) but it doesn't seem important enough to write in? or maybe just mention a small flush and then move on??

another thing to note is that i do hc that ada spent most of her life in america or an english speaking country. i don't hc that she was in china for most of her life. mostly because it's not typical for asians in asian countries to remain in asia up until their mid teens and to not retain some sort of accent. since ada has no accent imo (even in the remakes,) i've always hc that she lived longer in an english speaking country.

SO that would also mean her diet was westernized at some point. so she would have probably acclimated to the diet.

I DUNNO

i like thinking about these things lol

another thing to note, i think it's more important to write about a character's culture, rather than statistical likelihoods. if i feel like an asian trait doesn't necessarily align with what i hc ada to have, i'm not going to write it. and that's the fun - if you like that, then write it yourself!

when writing stop and smell the roses, which was my first fic to really dabble more with chinese culture and also the language. i focused on things that were moreso in line with traditions and cultures - not just likelihoods of what asian people might have.

i think the only reason why im bringing this up is because it's very easy to box a character into their race when you write this way. and it can easily lead into racial stereotypes when you write in things that aren't necessarily required for a character. if you can work it in a way that doesn't highlight the fact that it's a race thing, then i think that's fine.

but i'm not going to write a character this way - it just seems unnecessary.

[xenon-demon]

I... have no idea what this is. No that's a lie I know exactly what this is, it's 2.6k of a Frozen AU with Steve as Elsa and Robin as Anna that I wrote in a fugue state after seeing a friend's production of Frozen: The Musical tonight. I have several WIPs I'm supposed to be working on and this is exactly none of them. Bone apple teeth. (Also I'm genuinely unsure if my usual crew of beloved enablers would even WANT to be tagged in this so... for now I'm not doing a taglist, and if I write any more of this AU I'll do one next time 😂)

“Steve!”

At the sound of his name, the Prince — now King, and boy is Robin going to take a while to get used to that — turns his head towards her. Seeing it's Robin, Steve gives his apologies to whatever noble he was talking to and steps away from their conversation. He makes his way over to Robin in just a few short strides, but his eyes flick back and forth between Robin and her new... well. She doesn't really want to think about what Eddie now is to her. In any case, she can already see a questioning frown start to brew on Steve's face, meaning this will be a much harder sell than she expected.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims, his gaze almost immediately sliding over to Eddie and giving him a once-over. He sounds markedly more subdued when he continues, “I see you've... made a friend.”

“Well, I wouldn't say a friend exactly!” Robin laughs, shrill and stilted, and gives Eddie's arm a pointed squeeze when he doesn't immediately join in. Getting the hint, Eddie finally starts laughing along. Hopefully Steve didn't notice her hinting, since she's had her arm wrapped around Eddie's since before she even called him over.

Steve raises an eyebrow at her, and shit does she need to keep this moving.

“This,” Robin announces, using the hand that's not around Eddie's arm to do a quick flourish in the direction of his face, “is Prince Edward of the Kingdom of Forest-Upon-Hills. We met at the ball tonight.”

“It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” says Eddie, trying his best to show the proper respect and bow as he does so. Robin's death grip on his arm prevents him from getting very far.

“Likewise,” Steve replies, sounding incredibly skeptical of this whole conversation. He then shoots Robin a look, which, rude, but also entirely warranted given what she's about to ask him.

Steeling herself, Robin begins to say, “Prince Edward and I-”

“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie interrupts her, leaning in a little bit closer to her as he whispers. He's got terrible volume control, however, so she wouldn't know it was meant to be a whisper if she hadn't spent the past two hours talking to him.

“Not one for formalities, Prince Eddie?” Steve asks, the weight of his gaze finally leaving Robin's shoulders for a moment. God, she often wishes her brother was easier to read, but never as strongly as she does right now.

Eddie, meanwhile, straightens up so quickly it's like he's been electrocuted.

“Uh, not particularly, no. They grate on me,” Eddie says. He pauses for a moment, and Robin can see the deliberation on his face before he adds, “Your Majesty.”

“I'm not one for formalities either, Prince Eddie,” Steve says. His mouth twitches into a very small smile. “I prefer Steve.”

There's a pause, then, where Steve and Eddie are locked into some strange stare-down, while Robin looks on in vague exasperation. She's pretty sure she could strip naked and swing from the chandelier in the center of the ballroom and neither of them would take any notice of her. She's about to intervene, actually, because they really do not have time for whatever this is, when Eddie miraculously breaks the spell himself. He blinks a bit, looking away from Steve and back to Robin, face significantly more flushed than it was a minute ago.

“I believe you were saying something to K- to Steve, Princess?” Eddie asks, just about tripping over Steve's new title on instinct before catching himself.

Robin just barely restrains herself from rolling her eyes. She really is the bravest, most long-suffering warrior in all of Hawkins.

Putting her brave face back on, Robin turns to her brother and says, “Yes I was, thank you Eddie, I was saying that Prince Eddie and I-” and here she falters, because Steve looks back at her and meets her gaze. She swallows, trying to be subtle, and looks very pointedly at Steve's forehead instead of his eyes. She can't do this if she's looking him in the eye.

She takes another half second to compose herself, then rips the band-aid off.

“Prince Eddie and I seek your blessing for our marriage.”

“Excuse me?” Steve says, more like demands, almost choking on nothing. Robin's never seen her brother this off-kilter in her life. He doesn't even try to compose himself at  all before he says, “Robin, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?”

Robin swallows guiltily, knowing he'll see straight through her if she agrees.

“No. Anything you want to say to me, you can say to both of us,” Robin says, and how her voice stays steady, she doesn't even know. It probably helps that she's still not looking Steve in the eye.

“Robin- I don't-” Steve interrupts himself to run his gloved hands down his face. He pauses for a moment, face completely covered by his hands, and takes a deep sigh. When he removes his hands and starts speaking again, his voice is measured. Calm. Deadly.

“Rob, you can't marry a man you just met,” Steve states. The word man falls heavy off his tongue, and Robin knew she would regret coming out as a lesbian, she just didn't think it would be like this. Squaring herself up for the best performance of her life, Robin begins her improvised speech full of bullshit to convince her brother to let her do this.

Before she can, however, Eddie chimes in with, "You can if it's true love." Steve doesn't even spare Eddie a glance, but his frown does deepen significantly. Shit.

“Steve,” Robin begins, trying very hard to stay calm, “Eddie and I have a connection unlike any I've ever felt before. I lo-love him”—shit, she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat saying that, and judging by the almost-imperceptible twitch in Steve's eye, he knows too—“and I think it's time I start giving back to the Kingdom of Hawkins.”

“Giving back?” Steve asks, and fuck he's folding his arms across his chest now. “How exactly is this giving back to the kingdom? What you're doing is running headfirst into the first bad decision you can find.”

”I'm a bad decision?” Eddie asks. Both Robin and Steve ignore him.

“No, Steve, I'm giving back by giving the kingdom a new celebration to look forward to after your coronation,” Robin hisses. “A royal wedding is another opportunity to open the castle gates and bring the kingdom together-”

“Absolutely not,” Steve snaps, interrupting her. “We are not opening up the castle gates again for a long time.”

“Why not, Steve?” Robin snaps back. “Tonight's been great for the kingdom's morale, it's been great for you to see people and actually socialize-”

“You have no idea what's good for me, Robin,” Steve says, making her stop dead. It hurts, hearing Steve say that like it's obvious and she's stupid for not knowing it already. What hurts more is that it’s true.

Once it's clear Robin won't keep talking, Steve continues, “You asked for my blessing, and I do not give it. I don't approve of this, and if you're doing this in some misguided attempt to make me happy- quite frankly you've gone insane if you think this would make me happy.”

With that, he turns to walk away.

Okay, sure, she has no idea what Steve's whole deal is or why he's always shutting her out, but Robin is sure she knows what will help.

Sure, part of this crazy scheme is the vague idea that if Robin has a picture-perfect capable-of-bearing-children partnership, then Steve will be under less pressure himself to marry someone who can produce an heir. Maybe, with less scrutiny on his personal choices, he'll learn to relax and open up more over time. That idea falls apart pretty quickly, however, as the thought of producing an heir with a man - even one as fun to talk to as Eddie - makes her want to gouge her own eyes out. No, the real reasoning behind Robin's (admittedly insane) plan to marry someone she met two hours ago at her brother's coronation is so she has an ironclad reason for Steve to open the gates again. Sure, ideally it would've been a woman who caught her eye tonight, but she can't be picky. Robin doesn't meet anyone, especially with the castle locked up like it always is, and she has yet to think of something other than a wedding that would convince Steve to open the gates. Then Eddie came along, laughing and flirting (she thinks, at least; Robin's tried to black that part out) and professing his undying true love to her, and this was the best opportunity she was ever going to get.

And she has to convince her brother to open the gates again. Steve's been thriving tonight. He clearly loves the thrum of people, all of them dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves, and he's slowly coming out of his shell with every conversation he has with their subjects. Robin's spent more time talking to her brother tonight than she has in a long, long time. Too long for her to try to quantify it without crying.

Watching her brother turn away from her, the promise of a relationship with him going forward about to slip through her fingers, she knows she has to do something.

“Steve, wait-” Robin says, reaching out for Steve. She grabs him by the hand, feeling the soft cotton of the white gloves he always, always wears.

“Enough, Robin,” Steve says, not even looking back as he yanks his hand out of her grip. She's trying to hold on, though, so she's left holding his glove as Steve pulls his now-bare hand away from her. God, how upsetting is it that it's been years since she saw the back of her own brother's hands?

Steve swears, then, under his breath. Robin almost doesn't hear it; almost.

“Robin, give me my glove.” Steve's not asking; he's demanding. Robin can work with this.

“Not unless you talk to me about why you won't open the gates. Look at how tonight went, it's been so good for you-”

“This isn't up for debate, Robin, give me my glove,” and Steve reaches for it then, but Robin quickly holds the glove up high above her head before he can grab it.

“Why isn't it up for debate? Why do you isolate yourself all the time?” Robin's almost dancing now, twisting and turning as she tries to keep the glove away from Steve's grabbing hands. It doesn't help that he's taller than her, but she's more agile than people think, especially since Steve's in full coronation regalia right now. The material's stiff as a board at the best of times.

“You wouldn't understand, just give me the- ugh!” Steve's stopped trying to grab the glove, instead trying to restrain her and make it easier to grab.

“Maybe I would understand if you'd talk to me instead of shutting me out all the time-” Steve's almost got her in a headlock, but Robin ducks out from underneath it and quickly steps away and out of Steve's reach.

“Robin, that's enough!” Steve shouts, and then several things happen consecutively.

Steve reaches out towards Robin with his right hand, the one missing the glove.

Robin thinks she's going crazy, but- what look like snowflakes shoot out from Steve's hand where he's reached for her.

The crowd, most of whom had turned to look at Steve's shout, gasp, almost in unison.

“I- Steve-” Robin says, not quite sure where to start with the -- actually quite sizable -- pile of snow now on the ballroom floor.

“No,” Steve gasps, and Robin's never heard her brother so distraught. It makes something keen inside her, the sheer anguish in his voice. “No, no no no, this can't be happening, this can't-” Steve reaches up to pull at this hair, but more snow and ice shoots out from his hand as soon as it's pointing towards the ceiling. He flinches away from his own hand, sheer terror on his face, but with every movement Steve makes more and more snow and ice surrounds him. Within a few seconds, there's a wind picking up as well, and it's like a snowstorm is starting to form right there in the castle dining room.

The crowd, originally shocked into silence, starts to move again. Robin hears screaming, people running, shouting from the guards about an evacuation plan, but it's all faint and distorted like she's underwater. All she can focus on right now is Steve, the way his terror is only worsening by the moment.

“Steve, let me help you,” Robin calls over the roar of the crowd and the storm, taking a few steps towards him. She needs to get his attention before getting closer, the last thing she wants to do right now is startle him.

“Stay away from me!” Steve yells, holding up his hands in an instinctive 'stay back' gesture. Yet more ice shoots out towards Robin as he does so. “I’m not safe!”

“I don't care! You're my brother!” Robin shouts back, but Steve doesn't seem to hear her. He's looking down at his hands in horror, then at the waist-high line of ice between the two of them.

Robin somehow knows what he's going to do the moment before he does it.

“Steve!” Robin screams, breaking into a run. Steve's faster than her, always has been, so he makes it to the doors of the ballroom well before she can catch him. It also helps that people, even the guards posted at the doors, part to make room for him whenever he draws near. Seeing Steve push open the ballroom doors just enough to slip through them, Robin yells again, “Steve! Stop!”

“Princess Robin!” Someone crashes into Robin then, nearly sending the two of them flying. (Robin mentally thanks whatever God there may be that she wore pants and not a dress.) After regaining her footing, Robin looks at her assailant to find- oh, it's that guy. The Duke of one of their main trading partners, Tommy something. Haggard? Halfwit? Yeah, something like that.

“Princess Robin,” Tommy Hapless says, bending over with one hand on his knees and the other holding Robin's elbow as he catches his breath. God, Robin does not have time for this. “Princess, you can't- we need guidance. We need someone to... to lead us while the King is... indisposed.”

“I really don't have time for this,” Robin snaps, brushing his hand off her elbow. “Steve's my brother, I have to find him before he gets hurt!”

“I don't think... he's the one who'll be getting hurt,” Tommy Hanger-On says between gasps, quietly, but not so quiet Robin doesn't hear. She makes a point to stomp on his toes as she stalks off towards Eddie, who is doing his best to help people follow the evacuation advice. He looks faintly queasy, and very much like he would rather be literally anywhere else, but he's actually doing a pretty good job of guiding people where the guards want them.

Eddie doesn't notice her coming, so he jumps when Robin grabs him by the shoulder. She turns him around to face her, then grabs him by the other shoulder as well so she's looking him right in the eyes.

“I need to find Steve,” Robin says, not waiting for Eddie to finish whatever question he's opened his mouth to ask before continuing, “Can you take care of the kingdom until we get back?”

Eddie goes pale instantly. “What? I can't-”

“You're a prince, right? I know Forest-Upon-Hills is a pretty small kingdom, but how different can Hawkins really be?” Eddie doesn't look reassured, but Robin cares very little about that right now. She claps him on both shoulders in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture.

She grabs Eddie's hand and thrusts it up into the air, shouting, “Prince Eddie is in charge until I return!”

She then drops his hand before turning and running out into the night, ignoring the chaos behind her and the faint sounds of Eddie's confused protests.

Nothing matters to her now except for finding Steve.

[copperbadge]

I feel like you had some posts about coworkers saving stuff in weird file formats a while ago. I couldn't find them to reference, but. My job is a lot of working in SQL. The company hired a new guy a year ago who isn't that comfortable with SQL. For a YEAR, I've been trying to get him to save the SQL code he uses so he can learn from it and build on it. On Friday, I asked him to open up a query I told him to save and he pulled up an Excel file. (1/2)

I asked what he was doing, and he showed me how he started saving SQL code. Instead of just saving the file as a SQL file, which would be really easy and just involve using the File menu in SQL, he copies the query into a sheet in an Excel workbook. 🤦🏻‍♀️ On the one hand, I should be happy because it took me a year to finally get him to save stuff. But why would anyone do that??? He's already in SQL! Just save it! 😂 (2/2)

LOL yeah I had posted about my HR officer sending the law firm a PDF of our handbook to "proof" and them saving it as word, proofing, then saving back to PDF to send it back to us, meaning I had to basically reformat the entire document from scratch. :D And then there was the no-fly list being saved as a CSV.

I have to admit I don't work in code at all, so what you're saying sounds very much like something I'd do -- take something I'd been told to archive but wasn't comfortable with and put it into a structure I found more familiar. Like, did he know he could save it in SQL? Did he feel confident that having saved it he could find it again? I don't know how things are saved in SQL, after all, or how I'd go about finding them. I've worked in databases where there's only one "save" slot, so when you save something, anything you'd previously saved is wiped out. Whereas in Excel, I know exactly how to keep notes and access them.

The problem tends to be less that people know how to do something but do it differently for no visible reason, and more that we're asking people who aren't familiar with certain file types to do things with them but not training them in the how or why. Like, my HR officer didn't know you can't easily proof in PDF format, but that's because we haven't trained her in it (I've offered but she's very nervous about it, and I can't MAKE her learn her way around a PDF). So while I'm mad-amused about having to redo the entire handbook, it's less because she made the job tough on me and more because a combination of her lack of training and pettiness on the part of the law firm meant more work for me. Not securing a no-fly list properly on a server is a big deal -- but that means the person we ask to do it should be thoroughly trained and understand both how and why they're doing what they're doing. And given the state of American air travel I'm guessing they just picked someone who looked like they didn't have enough work to do.

Anyway -- it is funny that he had code saved in Excel, a notoriously difficult program for saving things in the format you want them to be saved in :D But I can't help feeling for the guy, I wouldn't want to have to learn-by-doing my way through SQL code either :D

[sardonic-sprite]

SPRITE OH MY GOODNESS

NOW THAT YOU’RE BACK

Thoughts on The Underworld Saga?

ALL I HEAR ARE SCREAMS

They're mine. I'm the one screaming. Loudly.

It's so good it's so fucking. Ahhhhhhhh.

I accidentally like half memorized it already lmao, as well as Circe Saga, which I already had to catch up on and I ADORE them both, I will have literal blow-by-blow rants coming for every song in this show BUT IN SUMMARY FOR UNDERWORLD SAGA

"The Underworld"

So cool to have them GO to the underworld bc I asked my dad (who read the odyssey a long time ago) about the prophet and in the poem odysseus just summons Tireas's spirit so.

It starts quiet then eventually you actually hear the wails of the souls and it's v chilling and a great detail to add

The entire chorus is so good, it's survivors guilt in like 3 sentences, Jay, how?

I keep thinking of the infant from that night, I keep thinking of the infant from that night

POLITES!

And then it goes dead silent and then this soft wail of "waaaiiittttinnnnng!" And odysseus's reaction, oh lord, the way this of everything seems to hit home. The soft, quiet "Why, Mom?"

KEY CHANGE! DRAMA! And then unlike ending down the two previous times, where it gets softer, they end shouting DOWN JN THE UNDERWORLD! And it's almost like the underworld owns their screams too now

"No Longer You"

Tireas's voice is perfect I just. It's got this breathy edge making it ghostly ad then it's so low and soft it's kind of like

Ugh the whole song seems like a cross between a lullaby and a waltz and both are minor key and creepy as FUCK and I love it and wish I had the vocabulary to express this concept better

What?

A man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you. As the audience we know what this means. Odysseus survives and makes it back but he is so vastly changed that he is "no longer" the man who left for war. But in the pernicious way of prophecies, this is left unclarified and I don't even know if Tireas does this on purpose. Maybe he genuinely sees it all fuzzy (unlikely to me given other details he gives) maybe he thinks Odysseus is clever enough to understand (you'd think he'd change his literal tune when Odysseus keeps reacting the way he does) and maybe... maybe Tireas just doesn't fuckin give a shit. Here's your prophecy bitch let's see you battle it til you come back down here to never leave again

The rage in Odysseus's voice when he screams WHO!? This might be me wanting to make him like unrealistically good with his wife, but it almost seems like rage on behalf of Penelope? Like he's angry someone perhaps tricked or forced her into wedlock? Idk it feels like if he was reacting to the idea that she was cheating, he'd scream "what" again

And tireas literally repeats himself he's so fucking unhelpfjl and tbh of course odysseus is gonna go off the rails. I can't honestly blame him 😂

"Monster"

I'm the only one who's line is haven't crossed. Um. Boyo I'm pretty sure you did a long jump over your line with the infant thing. Other than that tho it's such an interesting line esp bc it's true like. So many people have given odysseus advice and told him limits they want to set, and he's pushed through all of it. That literally has made him the primary danger to his crew in a lot of ways

OK the whole section where hengoes through the examples of the cyclops, circe the witch, poseidon the god, and finally turns to himself and the horse, basically SPITTING out the words- I love it all, I love the rhythm, the rhymes, the reasoning he goes through... so good

OK it gets quite andnthennthat soft, low "Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" and it starts to build, he's shouting out what he's lost and what he needs to keep, and his plan, and finally screams "THEN ILL BECOME THE MONSTER"

Ugh building om that last it's so fucking interesting bc this is both corruption and sacrifice, this change that odysseus is kindnof allowing within himself. He's built up all this time thar he wants to stop losing his men, so it can be read as him being a good leader, willing to put his personal need (integrity) aside to keep them safer.

But on the other hand, who is he talking to/about the entire end? Penelope and telemachus. He's got to see them. He wants/needs to, and he's frankly doing this for them, and like it all sounded reasonable until he says he'll fucking drop a baby off a a wall "in an instant" and you go WHOA.

He's no longer himself. All itntakes is one fucking song, odysseus declares he's not just crossing his own line, the last line, he's obliterating that line completely. There is no more line for this man, anywhere. He's going to do anything he fucking has to

But not for his men. For Penelope and telemachus

It's so much devotion and corruption and love and desperation and holy hell it is so good and it flows through so naturally that you hardly notice what's really going on unti you watch thr lyrics change

So yeah I think the underworld saga is near 🙃

[gracie-rosee]

Thoughts from an Elriel at heart who loves all ships and characters.

I’ve gained a bunch of new followers lately so… idk. Hi? This is the only post I will make about this btw. The only time I will share my thoughts on ships and the state of the fandom. My blog is a pro-positivity blog! So step into my mind for a brief minute before I bury this post on my blog and eventually delete it lol. I don’t tolerate negativity or bullying on my page at all. It’s an Instablock.

TL;DR: I love my elriel forever and forever. But all ships are hot regardless of canon and I don’t think it’s cool to police people around in fandom when we are all just here to have a good time. My blog is a place for everyone.

If this post isn’t to your liking in any way, keep scrolling and have a great day!

Okay it’s honesty hour. I genuinely think Elucien and Gwynriel could happen. Now listen.

I think that given enough time, their relationships could turn into true, deep romances.

But as of right now, where the series is at, there is no room for time. Koschei has been teased for like three books now and has made an actual appearance in the last book. He’s definitely going to be the villain that is fought in the next book (or two.) Plot wise, I don’t think there will be a big waiting period, meaning the next book will pick up almost right away. And considering it’s a romance book mainly, the actual romance has to start then too! Right away!

And I think Elain and Azriel are the only ones who have that build up to convincingly lead a romance book together.

So yes. I think Gwynriel has the potential to be a great couple. I think Elucien would be amazing.

Just not in this universe. Not right now.

Which is fine. I know, I just know the part of my heart that roots for these couples would be crushed by the story they would have if they were rushed and crammed into the next book. I’m already really wary of SJMs writing from the way she handled acosf and her re-write of Hofas. I don’t trust her with these ships to be honest. I think no one can write gwynriel and Elucien better than the incredible INCREDIBLE fanfic writers we have in this fandom. (I love you guys!)

I think in the canon world, they need more development. I need to see Elucien form a bond not influenced by their mating one first! I need to see Gwyn and Azriel’s healing on their own before they get together.

But Elain and Azriel? They have a story that’s already rolling. It’s been building since the moment they met, before Elain met Lucien and before Azriel started training with Gwyn.

So unless SJM kills one of them off, Elriel will own my head, heart, body, soul, and entire conscience LOL. 😂

But alas, Sarah is a very emotional writer. And I cannot NOT fall in love with almost every character she gives us. Years from now, one of these couples will be canon and I’ll still be reading fic and drawing for the others.

And isn’t that the point? It makes me sad that this fandom has developed the mindset that you’re not allowed to like multiple things. That there is a right and a wrong. That you have to pick sides.

Where are the people who love these books as a whole, not just those who are here for one couple that’s up in the air? Maybe I’m just old, but normally fandom is a place where everyone comes together for the love of all of it, not the hatred of part of it. 🤷‍♀️

[writtenonreceipts]

Prompt The things we can't say: Rhys telling his mom and sister he's dating (like Rhys' mom trying to make him date😂😂 he's like 😅 heee I'm fine and he ends up saying he's dating😂😂😂 I think it would too funny and cute)

last fic update for the year!  TTWCS reached over 6k hits on ao3, which i know in comparison to other writers is miniscule, but it means a lot this random story i started writing this year means something to you all.  happy new years and stay safe friends!

The Things We Cannot Say Masterlist // AO3

warnings: none, just my timeline is a mess so don’t ask me details on that...my bad.

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The Things We Tell Others

>>Miss you ;)

The text from Feyre winked across his screen and he couldn’t help but smirk down at it.  They’d only been dating four months at this point, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t already infatuated with her.

They’d spent so much time together already, with her coming to the club, him visiting her at her art studio, and time in between talking or meeting for coffee.  The past few days they’d both been busy though and their communication was strictly text.

<<Miss you too.

He sent the message and headed into the small cafe a few blocks away from the club.  It didn’t take him long to find the two people he was meeting.

“Rhys!”

Thea lept from her seat in the back corner and was navigating through the other tables to throw herself at him.  Rhys caught his sister easily and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.  She smelled like lavender and lemon, familiar and comforting.

“Hey kid,” he laughed, swinging her around.  He released her and held her back at an arm's length. “When did you get so tall?”

Thea rolled her eyes. “It’s the curse of the Avitas’.  C’mon!  We ordered some mini-donuts.”

Rhys let his sister pull him back to the table where their mother was still waiting.  Alanna was beaming and wasted no time in standing and pulling him into a hug.

“I am so glad you’re here,” Alanna told him.

“Of course, I’m here,” Rhys replied.  He gave his mother a look, keeping a firm hold on her hand.

“I know that your father tried to get you to come to the event next week,” Alanna said. “I don’t know what he said or did, but…well it must have given him enough guilt because here we are.”

They took their seats again and a waiter came by to get Rhys some water.

“It’s fine,” Rhys said. “I wanted to see the two of you.  It’s worth it.”

While Rhys had been cut off from the family, to Benham’s devout insistence--things had changed in the last year.  Now that Rhys’ business was doing well and he’d even been asked to attend some networking events and do more networking that he couldn't pass off to Cas or AZ unless they were supervised.

At one such event he'd met his father, the first time seeing him in a long while. As it turned out the family business needed to host an event and The Court had been chosen. Without Benham knowing of course.  But it would mean having to interact with his father more than usual. But they'd come to an agreement that Rhys could see his mother and sister. Once. For now. Rhys was still a disappointment and failure to the family name of course.

"Now,” Alanna said, "tell me everything.  How are my other boys?"

"They're good," Rhys smiled, his mother had always seen Cas and Azriel as her own ever since Rhys brought them over at eight after giving Cas a black eye. His mother had asked no questions and only opened up her heart to let them in.

"Just good? Are you sure you boys are eating enough? I can go to the store with you and fill your fridge." Alanna was entirely serious.  If Rhys wasn't careful, his mother would indeed go to the store for him.  She’d then go to Home Goods and Costco just to be on the safe side.

“Mother,” Rhys began.

Alanna waved a hand, cutting him off.  "I just want to make sure you're taken care of."

"I know," he said. "and I'm glad you're here, you and Thea."

"Oh thanks, I thought you forgot about me again,” Thea said casually.  Rhys rolled his eyes and Alanna sighed.  Thea grinned. “Just saying it’s been five minutes and you haven’t even asked how I am.”

“How are you Thea?” Rhys asked patiently.  She kicked him beneath the table.

“I got into advanced chemistry, thanks for asking,” Thea replied. “Now, the important question is, how are you?  I’m supposed to be the one to ask you so mom can tell you she wants to set you up with someone.”

Alanna let out another sigh and dragged the small plate of mini-donuts closer to herself.

“Althea,” Alana chided. Though, in Rhys’ opinion, she looked none too upset by Thea’s brazen words.

“Please, ma, you would have taken twenty minutes to get there,” Thea said, a happy little grin sliding across her features, “this way we get to see Rhys make that face.”

Indeed, Rhys was making a face.  He could feel his eyes widen, frown deepen, and a sense of unease flood his body.  Hell.

“Mother,” Rhys began.

Alanna waved a hand to dismiss his comments. “I have a friend with a daughter that just graduated, she’s teaching kindergarten and is a delight.  I can give you her number.  You can’t scare her off.  I know you, Rhysand.  Just because you own a nightclub doesn’t mean anything.”

“Mother,” Rhys said again.  Thea pulled her phone out with a great flourish, training it on him to capture each of his reactions.  Rhys glared while she grinned. “I don’t need anyone’s number.”

His mother only raised a brow in that way he had missed.

“I haven’t smothered you in long enough,” she reminded him, “consider this is me making up for lost time.”

“Ma,” Rhys said.  He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “You can smother me all you want, but I’m alright in this.”

“Are you telling me,” Alanna said, leaning across the table to examine her son carefully, a far too knowing look in her eyes, “what I think you’re telling me?”

Alanna had long been pestering Rhys about dating. And if she wasn't on his case she was on Azriel or Cassian's. Her boys, as she said, were too good to be wasted on not caring about anything. And she wanted grandbabies.

He gave an exasperated sigh and stole a donut hole from the little tray before taking his phone from his pocket.  He unlocked the screen and pulled up his home screen where rested a picture of Feyre.  He’d captured it just last week when they’d gone to the farmers market.  She’d practically danced from stall to stall as she examined everything and spent the most time examining art and oil paintings.  This picture was of her burying her nose in a bouquet of flowers.  Her dark blonde hair fell in loose waves around her.  The freckles he loved were bright as stars on her skin.

“This is Feyre,” he said, passing the phone to his mother and sister. “We’ve been dating a few months now.”

“She’s pretty,” Thea said.  She snagged the phone and did a thorough examination. “What’s she doing with someone like you?”

“Ha,” Rhys replied.  

“How did you meet? What does she do?  Is she originally from Velaris?” Alanna launched into question after question.  Rhys knew what she was really asking: can I meet her?

And as he answered questions and accepted the teasing--Rhys realized that, yeah, he would really want his mom and sister to meet Feyre.

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e19 inherit the earth (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

i'm not sure i want to watch this, actually. all right, next day. let's see. combination of not wanting to watch them grieve cas after that weird reaction i had to 15x18 plus feeling like writing anything about spn is completely pointless. power through

covid lockdown-era city views, along with the akf/always keep fighting on the tower and the actual coke ad about social distancing "staying apart is the best way to stay united" well this is not helping my mental state and also presents confusing idea that this universe was affected by covid, which it obviously isn't. along with everyone being raptured

SAM I did this. We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.

taking a moment to address the absurdity that chuck's being such a brat over the fact that the brothers won't kill each other he's gonna rapture the entire earth

CHUCK I mean, picture it. The two of you... And your little lapdog Jack... Rotting on a lifeless planet, knowing it's this way because you wouldn't take a knee. Eternal shame, suffering, and loneliness. Whew! That's deep. That's sophisticated. That's a page-turner.

it is something

little schmaltzy but i'll take it. ah, well. for 30 seconds at least. i know he comes back though so it's all good

very pretty lighting

i think it's been long enough i don't care about the endless reasons to get pellegrino back on the show and i'm just happy to see him and his overflowing charisma

LUCIFER Mm. Yeah. Alright, team. I don't want to bring ants to your picnic, but that ain't gonna cut it. Okay, think about it. If the Empty pulled me off the bench, it's 'cause the Winchester charm ain't enough, right?

harsh but fair

LOL new death, dead death, lucifer actually working with chuck, dead lucifer. we're making it snappy, folks

haha and now michael was working with chuck too and he's dead. this is sure something

gotta get them covered in blood and beaten to a pulp for old times' sake

okie doke. they figured out the michael business, jack is a power vacuum, sure. we gotta wrap this up, fellas

haha makes me think of this 1998 merlin miniseries with sam neill when they all turn their back on queen mab and she loses her powers because everyone forgets about her

SAM Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about. DEAN It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die. SAM And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten.

i think about it a lot so i made some gifs a while back 😂

all right. de-raptured and people indoors

not sure how i feel about this whole speech from jack about how he's gonna be as new god and basically around but not around. sucks they semi-lost their kid too

SAM You know, with Chuck not writing our story anymore, we get to write our own. You know, just you and me going wherever the story takes us. Just us. DEAN Finally, free.

kind of surprised this wasn't the finale honestly, especially with that montage that managed to get me crying.