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Hook Man | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of religious trauma/parental abuse

Word Count: 4869

A/N: Guys. We hit a bit of a milestone earlier in the week. Just wanted to say in celebration that I am so beyond grateful for all of your love and support. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Giving big big kisses to all of you!!! Taglist is open!!

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You and Dean were sat at an outdoor cafe; coffee cups in hand. He was clacking away at his laptop while you wrote in your journal. You wrote your excerpt on the shapeshifter next to a drawing of Dean’s necklace. 

“Is that…?” Dean asked, pointing to your journal.

You nodded. 

“I didn’t know you could draw,” he said.

“No offense, lovebug, but you don’t know much of anything about me,” you retorted.

He scoffed. “Will you take the compliment and be quiet?”

“I didn’t hear a compliment,” you giggled. “Well, maybe in ‘Dean Winchester Land’ it was a compliment.”

“Oh, shut up,” he responded playfully. 

Sam hung up the payphone he was standing in and came back over to your table.

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, Francis,” Dean jabbed at his brother.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” you told him.

“So, anything?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam huffed. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Does fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.”

Sam looked disappointed.

“Check this out.” Dean turned his laptop around to you and Sam. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”

“Thank god, a short trip,” you sighed. 

“ ‘The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road,’ “ Sam read from the article.

“Keep reading.” Dean nodded at his laptop.

“ ‘Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.’ “

That last line caught your attention. “Could be something interesting.”

“Or it could be nothing at all,” Sam protested. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out,” Dean responded.

***

The one hundred mile drive concluded with the boys dropping you off at a sorority house. 

“Remind me why I have to play barbies for the week again?” you asked.

“Because this is Lori Sorensen’s sorority house; the witness from the killing,” Sam replied.

“Great,” you mumbled.

“Have fun making s’mores and singing campfire songs,” Dean remarked.

“Bite me,” you snarked. “You’re going to a frat, though, Steve McQueen, so I wouldn’t be so cocky.” 

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he grumbled. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said and shouldered your duffel bag. You bid them goodbye and reluctantly marched up to the door of the sorority house.

A girl with long, dark curls opened the door. “Hi,” she said. “Can I… help you?”

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N),” you explained. “I’m your sorority sister from Ohio State. Do you guys have an extra bed I could sleep in? I just transferred here.”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I’m Taylor, by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

She led you inside and introduced you to Lori Sorensen. She was a sweet girl; very naive and a little stuck-up. Taylor seemed a little more like a party girl, but still relatively tame. You decided you could gel with these girls for the time being. 

They told you they were headed to Sunday service at Lori’s father’s church and invited you to go with them. You obliged.

In the middle of the introductory rites, you heard the heavy church door slam shut. Your head swiveled to find Sam and Dean frozen and looking guilty. You scoffed amusedly and rolled your eyes, turning your attention forward for the rest of the service. 

Taylor invited you and Lori out to a party after the service, but Lori said she couldn’t. Her father had dinner with her every Sunday since her mother passed away. She and Taylor hugged and Taylor bid you goodbye before heading off.

Sam and Dean came over to you and Lori.

“Guys!” you said excitedly. “Sam, Dean, this is Lori.” You introduced her to them. “They’re my friends from Ohio. They transferred with me.” 

“I saw you inside,” she told them.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

You knew where this was going; he was cruising for another hookup.

“I kind of know what you’re going through,” Sam broke back in. “I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

Lori nodded slightly. Just then, her father came up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.” 

“Yes, sir,” you replied and began leading him away from Sam and Lori. “Actually, we’re looking for a new church group…”

***

Later that day, you and the boys were sitting together in the local library. Sam relayed to you what Lori had told him about the passing of the guy she was with.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked him.

“I do,” he nodded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” Dean smirked at him. 

“You think almost everything with a vagina and legs is hot, Dean,” you remarked.

“Not you,” he jabbed back, still smirking.

You clutched a hand to your chest. “I’m hurt, you dick.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“Can we focus, please?” Sam broke in. “There’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the—”

 Sam cut you off. “Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” 

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever,” Dean added. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began,” said Sam.

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all. What if it’s some kind of spirit?” 

You had the librarian bring over boxes of arrest records. The three of you poured through pages upon pages for hours. 

“Hey, check this out. 1862,” Sam said finally. “A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’ “

“Get this, the murder weapon?” Dean was looking at another page. “Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.” 

You pointed to a page in Sam’s book. “Look where all this happened. Nine Mile Road.”

“Same place where the frat boy was killed,” Sam chimed in. 

“Nice job, Dr. Venkamen and Annie Potts. Let’s check it out,” the older brother quipped.

The three of you headed to Nine Mile Road. Dean parked off the road in a clearing in the woods. He popped the trunk and handed Sam a shotgun. “Here you go.”

“If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good,” Sam said.

“Yeah, rock salt. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” Dean led the three of you through the clearing. 

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?” 

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.”

“Cool it, Winchester. You and your daddy aren’t the first people to think of rock salt bullets.” You loaded your own gun with shells of your own.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“They’re a bitch to roll,” you said.

“Oh, one hundred percent,” he remarked. 

You suddenly heard rustling in the bushes.

“Over there,” you whispered to Sam. The two of you aimed your guns and cocked it. 

The “ghost” came out from behind the trees. A sheriff. 

‘Dammit.’

“Put the gun down now!” he yelled. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.”

“Wait, wait, okay!” Dean told him. 

You immediately dropped your gun and put your hands up.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

You three obeyed.

“Now get down on your bellies,” he commanded. “Come on, do it!”

“Are you just on a power trip or something? ‘Cause— ah!” you were cut off by a sharp kick to the shin from Sam. 

The sheriff brought the three of you into the station. It was early the next morning by the time you were able to leave.

“Saved your asses!” Dean jeered. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. I am Matlock.”

“How was it that you were left in charge of talking him down?” You raised a brow at him. “And how in the fuck did you do it?”

“Sweetheart, this may surprise you, but I’m good at my job. And I told him Sam was a dumbass pledge, you were his girlfriend we’d dragged along, and we were hazing you.”

You and Sam both recoiled at the idea of dating each other.

“First of all, ew,” you started, “No offense, Sam.”

“None taken.”

“But what about the shotguns?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, Sam looks like a dumbass pledge.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You stuck your tongue out at Sam.

Moments later, several officers ran out of the building to their cruisers. Barely needing to share a look with the boys, you hurried into the car and sped away to follow them.

You could see Lori wrapped in a disposable blanket in front of the sorority house you were staying in. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you had no doubt that it was another murder. The stretcher carrying a body bag rolling out of the front door affirmed that thought seconds later.

Dean parked the Impala around the back of the house. 

“Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as the three of you crept around the building. “This is a long way from Nine Mile Road.”

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested. 

You pulled his arm back seconds later to avoid being seen by your “sorority sisters.” You used the fact that you had now pretty much pulled yourself in front of him to allow you to lead the way up to the second floor. 

While Dean made a stupid joke about a naked pillow fight, Sam was busy giving you a boost before climbing up himself. You looked back down at the ground to see Dean struggling to find his footing.

“Need help?” you smirked.

“No,” he grumbled.

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

You waited patiently, leaning your head in your hands on the railing of the balcony and smiling down at him. He struggled for a few more moments before he conceded. All he did was open and close his hand he was extending upwards, similar to a toddler asking to be picked up.

“What’s the magic word?” you sing-songed.

“Come on!” he hissed. “Please?”

“There we go,” you smiled. You dug your heels into the ground and pulled him up.

You then realized the window you were entering was the one in Lori and Taylor’s closet. You hoped to god in that moment that Taylor wasn’t the one dead.

Your fears were realized, however, when you entered Lori and Taylor’s room to find the words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” crudely etched into the wall above Taylor’s blood soaked bed. You didn’t exactly get attached to people on hunts, but seeing good people die was never easy for you. It didn’t get easier. Your dad would call you soft, but you always liked to look at your compassion as a strength.

“ ‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’ That’s right out of the legend,” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean tapped his nose as he spoke. “It’s definitely a spirit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before,” Sam muttered.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Dean asked you. 

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. Fine. It’s just… look at this symbol.” You were referencing the one beneath the writing. “Does that look familiar to you?”

Your head jerked toward the sound of footsteps approaching. You quickly shooed Sam and Dean back into the closet and out of the house. Thankfully, you made it back to the car without being seen. You pulled the copy you’d made at the library of one of the pages on Jacob Karns out of the backseat. That was where you had seen the cross symbol; on Karns’s hook. 

You showed it to the boys. “Told ya.”

“Alright, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean said.

Sam took the page from your hand. “ ‘After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.’ “ He flicked the page with his finger, looking aggravated; as were you and Dean.

“Super,” the older brother muttered.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why,” Sam pointed out.

“I could just be spitballing here, but Lori definitely has something to do with it,” you said, looking up at the sorority house.

***

You managed to get into a party at the fraternity house Sam and Dean were staying in later that night. Dean had been busy mingling with thin college girls dressed in mini skirts while Sam stuck to the outside wall. You bounced around from talking to Sam and hustling some of the drunk frat guys in multiple rounds of pool.

The three of you reunited around the pool table you’d been dominating that night.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean told Sam. “This college thing is awesome!” He smiled and winked at a passing girl.

Sam looked intensely uncomfortable. “This wasn’t really my experience.”

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?”

Sam nodded. You chortled.

“What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?” 

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unfolded a piece of paper. 

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage,” Dean read.

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“There’s a pattern here,” Sam explained. “In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out— get this— with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

“Her dad. Man of religion who openly preaches against immorality,” you pointed out. “Maybe this time, though, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his kid.”

“Reverend Sorensen,” Dean tsked. “You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe it’s like when a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place,” you suggested.

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” Sam chimed in.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told his brother.

“What about you?” 

Dean looked over to the opposite side of the pool table where the blonde you’d been playing with smiled at him. He reluctantly said, “(Y/N) and I are gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.” 

“We are? I wanted to play more eight-ball,” you told him. 

He looked back over at the blonde, back at you, and shook his head in disappointment. “C’mon. I’m not happy about it either.”

***

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go back?” you asked Dean as the two of you trudged through the Old North Cemetery. You were holding shovels and flashlights searching for the grave of Jacob Karns.

He shot you a look.

“I know, I know, I’m kidding,” you laughed. “But seriously. Now that we’re… acquaintances, we should go out to a bar sometime. Preferably one with a pool table.”

“That’d be cool, actually,” he said, smirking at you. “You’re pretty good.”

“What, at pool?”

He nodded. “I could probably still kick your ass, though.”

“You’re on, pretty boy.”

He stopped and turned to you. “Don’t objectify me.”

“What?” you asked, stopping next to him. “You know you’re gorgeous. You frequently use it to your advantage.” You marched on.

You smiled when you heard him mutter, “You are so confusing, woman.”

You walked for a few more minutes before your flashlight landed on a grave marked with that cross symbol from Taylor’s room. “Jackpot.”

You and Dean set to work exhuming Jacob’s corpse. Your back and shoulders ached more and more the deeper you dug. “How fucking far down is six feet?” you remarked breathlessly. 

“I don’t know, but next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house,” he replied.

“Aw, you don’t wanna spend quality time with this cute girl?” you asked playfully. 

He eyed you strangely with a lopsided smile. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. You’re just funny,” he told you.

You smiled back and got back to digging. Your shovel finally hit the wooden box lying below. You broke through it to reveal his corpse. Or at least, what remained of it. 

“Hello, preacher,” Dean said. He threw his shovel aside and helped you out of the hole you had dug. After he had climbed out, you poured salt and lighter fluid all over the bones. 

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean threw a match down into the grave.

Your nose twisted up in disgust. “I will never get used to that smell.”

“What, burnt, hundred-year-old preacher? Me neither.”

You and Dean packed up and headed back to the car that was parked in the cemetery’s parking lot. Your body was exhausted. 

“Um, weird question,” you started. 

He turned to you and threw his shovel and duffel bag in the trunk. 

“You think we could sleep in your car for a bit? I’m running on two days of no sleep.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It should all be over now and Sam should be layin’ it down with Lori.”

And so, you did. You stretched out over the backseat, and Dean laid down on the front. A few moments of silence passed between the two of you, and strangely, you no longer felt tired. You supposed it was the strangeness of the situation. You were now sharing a somewhat intimate moment with a man you despised just weeks prior. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship with Dean was heading, and that bothered you a bit.

“Dean?”

“Hm.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

***

Four hours of shut-eye later, you felt recharged. You awoke to the sound of Dean’s phone vibrating over which Sam told you to meet him at a hospital.

“Hospital? Why? Is he okay?” you asked Dean, climbing over the front seat to sit shotgun. 

“I think so, but he said the reverend’s hurt.”

About fifteen minutes later, you were walking down a long corridor only to be stopped by two cops in wide-brimmed hats. 

The sheriffs put a hand to Dean’s chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother,” he explained. “Hey! Brother!” he called, waving dorkishly at Sam.  

“Let them through.”

“Thanks.” 

You and Dean began walking toward Sam, who met you in the middle.

“You okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah,” sighed Sam.

“What the hell happened?” 

“Hook Man.”

You looked incredulous. “You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?” Sam responded.

“We did,” you rebutted, confused. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him,” Sam returned. “And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, duh, he wouldn’t send Hook Man after himself,” you remarked.

“I think it’s latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.” He whispered that last part.

“Damn.” You gritted your teeth. “I could see how that could upset her.”

Sam nodded. “She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted,” Dean chimed in. “And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right,” the younger brother nodded. “Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” Dean muttered. “But we burned those bones, buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“We must’ve missed something,” you said. 

“No, we burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?” Sam asked the two of you.

Realization struck you. “Fuck,” you grumbled. “No.”

“Why does that matter?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” Sam told him.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook—”

The three of you finished Sam’s sentence in unison, grinning. “We stop the Hook Man.”

“Well, back to the drawing board,” you said as the three of you began walking away from the reverend’s hospital room.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“Do you know where the hook is?” you raised your eyebrows at him. 

He said nothing.

“Exactly,” you giggled.

***

Your next stop was the library for the second time this hunt. As much as you liked to read, obnoxious amounts of research was not your thing. Finally, you thought you’d found something. “Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. ‘Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: disposition thereof.’ “

“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked you.

“I don’t know. ‘Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, St. Barnabas Church,’ “ you read aloud. “That’s where Lori’s dad preaches.”

“Where Lori lives, too?” Sam asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past two hundred years,” Dean added.

“Yeah, but I think someone would’ve noticed a blood-stained, silver-handled hook hangin’ around the church or Lori’s house.”

Dean pulled out another book and slapped it down in front of you. “Check the church records.”

Sam pulled the book to sit between the two of you. You and he flipped through pages upon pages of records before he found something. “ ‘St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.’ “ He sighed. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

“Goddammit,” you grumbled. 

Later that night, you and the boys returned to St. Barnabas Church. Dean shouldered a duffel bag and began leading you to the church. Sam followed close behind.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances,” the older brother began. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Okay, take your pick,” you told him.

“I’ll take the house,” Sam responded.

“Dean and I will take the church, then.”

“We will?” the older brother asked.

“Yup.”

You led Dean up to the church. He called back to his brother. “Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and giggled.

You took the top floor of the church while Dean scoured the basement. The two of you, along with Sam, met up in the furnace room. 

“I got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told you.

“Better safe than sorry,” Dean said. 

Your head turned upward at the sound of footsteps. You could hear Dean taking his gun from his jacket as you grabbed yours.

“Move, move,” Dean told you quietly.

You crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. When you got back to the ground floor, you could see Lori hunched over, her shoulders shaking. You lowered your gun and lightly pushed Sam forward. He shot you a look, but headed over to Lori anyway. You and Dean went back downstairs to continue melting the silver. 

“I feel for her,” you said quietly. “I know how much religion can fuck you up.” Silver clanked against the coals in the furnace as you spoke.

Dean turned his head to you. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’ve watched so many people go through crisis after crisis when their loved ones end up dead.”

“Me too,” he said earnestly. “Probably why I don’t pray.”

“Well, it’s a little difficult to believe in a higher power when all day, everyday is blood, guts, and monsters,” you remarked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I don’t know if I’ve met one religious hunter.”

“I have,” you said. “My mom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She was somehow still convinced of ‘God’s plan.’ “

“Catholic?”

“Oh, very.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied playfully.

“Yeah, me too,” you smiled. “My dad wasn’t, but, uh, he had his… other issues.”

Before he could ask further questions, you heard commotion upstairs. It sounded like running heading toward the opposite side of the basement.

“C’mon,” Dean urged, sprinting out of the furnace room with his gun in hand. You followed closely behind. You could hear the breaking of boards and slamming of what you assumed were bodies that practically shook the walls that got louder as you got closer. Sam was maneuvering himself behind the Hook Man’s clunkily-moving apparition. 

Dean gruffly called to his brother, “Sam, drop!”

His brother obeyed and Dean shot the Hook Man, who disappeared.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you said.

“So did I,” the older brother answered.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam’s voice was frantic.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked around and noticed Lori’s cross necklace. “Lori, where did you get that chain?”

“My father gave it to me,” she responded nervously.

“Where’d your dad get it?” Sam asked.

“He said it was a church heirloom,” she answered quickly. “He gave it to me when I started school.”

“Is it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off her and threw it to you. You caught it with ease and went to start running back down the hall when the invisible Hook Man started dragging his hook along the wall.  

You threw Sam your gun and started running down another corridor you hoped would bring you to the same destination. You could vaguely hear Dean say to his brother, “I’ll cover (Y/N), shoot anything that moves!” before you heard approaching quick footsteps behind you.

You sprinted down winding hallways and thankfully quickly made it to the furnace room. You threw the necklace into the fire and watched as it slowly began to melt. “C’mon, c’mon,” you muttered anxiously. It took longer than you would’ve liked, but the cross broke off the necklace and burned into ash. As soon as it did, you and Dean ran back to the latter’s brother to make sure the ghost was gone. Thankfully, he had, but Sam seemed injured. He was clutching his left shoulder and wincing. 

You called the police to the scene and urged them to send an ambulance. They arrived in no time, and Sam was able to get his injury patched up. 

“And you saw him, too?” A sheriff was asking you and writing in a notepad. “The man with the hook?”

“Yeah, we all saw him,” you responded. “We fought him off and then he ran.”

“And that’s all?” The sheriff was skeptical.

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen. You and those two boys—”

Dean came up behind you and answered for you. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.”

You laughed at his response. Sam and Lori talking near the ambulance caught your eye. You continued watching them in the rearview mirror once you’d gotten in the backseat of the car. Sam soon left Lori, who looked after him sadly, and stooped down into the car. 

“We could stay,” Dean suggested. 

You could tell Sam wanted to, but he shook his head. A deflated air had settled over the car, but you knew the younger Winchester wasn’t ready for anything yet. He’d been dating Jessica for a year and a half and had just lost her less than four months ago. You knew he needed more time. The best way you knew to comfort him was to wrap your hands around his shoulders gently, minding his injury, from your place in the backseat. He tensed for a moment, but allowed you to hug him nonetheless. He responded by holding your arm with his good hand. And for a moment, if you closed your eyes, it was almost like hugging Steven again. 

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I know we’re on spoiler lock down and you can respond at your pace but OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THIS IS HANDS DOWN THE BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT IVE EVER GOTTEN! HOW IS THIS GOING TO EFFECT YOUR TAKING SHOTS CANON? ARE YOU GOING TO BE WRITING OTHER FICS IN LINE WITH THE FINALE CANON NOW???? Oh my god HOW ARE YOU FEELING?????

yeah i know right! this does mean i’m going to need to go back and edit taking shots a bit to be more canon-compliant, here’s some of my initial notes on it:

fixing scout’s last name to reflect “willis”.

fixing spy’s first and last name to reflect “eugene hinkle”.

adjusting to make room in dialogue for scout being definitively a brunette, as we saw near the end.

a few tweaks to better fill in the implications the comics seem to have for how the respawn system works.

in the same shot we saw the photo of scout and his mom, opposite that we see a picture that i believe is of scout and a doggy—i’ll need to add that into the story somewhere, maybe from his brothers telling a story or something similar.

already word on the street is that some of his kids seem close enough in age to probably be twins, which actually does imply that it’s likely some of his brothers are twins! this is good, but i should really lean in more—maybe more of his nieces are twins?

”willis” is an english name, so i’ll need to slightly adjust some backstory to make them english-catholic or perhaps protestant, not irish-catholic.

obviously i’ll need to adjust to include the address of the house and a better approximate location, as well as adjust all timings mentioned to account for the correct distance and travel times.

scout seems to be big on rushing into marriages, so i’ll most likely need to rework the fic slightly to include a proposal within the first chapter or two.

since sniper knows how to fly a plane, it makes sense that they would probably just fly to boston rather than road-tripping, which means i’ll need to edit out most instances of driving that sniper does.

obviously, spy hadn’t come clean about being scout’s father, so i imagine that he probably never will, and instead that entire storyline will pivot, instead being about something else, perhaps that spy wants to romance and marry his ma, who he met some five or six years previously.

since there is apparently some kind of indoor public pool in the area they live in, all scenes outside of the home will be moved to take place in that pool.

it seems like sniper’s reaction to scout’s rambling to miss pauling about his courting would imply he is aware of scout’s crush, so the story and dialogue will be altered to instead have sniper suggest they be a throuple of some kind. this will lead to complications in which Benny and Terry are irritated that they’re being copied so blatantly.

speaking of which, scout gave two of his kids names that start with “t”, which to me implies they perhaps have some kind of naming convention in their family involving repeating first consonants. to reflect this, some of scout’s brothers will be renamed, meaning his brothers (oldest to youngest) will be named Jack, Jenry, Jarcher (Jarchie for short), Jolin, Jenjamin and Jerrence (Jenny and Jerry for short), and Jony.

while going over these changes, i realized that i’d completely forgotten to account for spy’s cyanide tooth, and written a moment where he’s gritting his teeth. unfortunately, that means that in my rewrite, spy will need to die during that scene when the cyanide tooth most certainly pops mistakenly. this will be inconvenient, but a gifted writer knows how to play with the cards dealt.

since unfortunately we now know that scout is terrible at marriage, i will most likely need to write a scene where scout finds out he is pregnant and sniper immediately leaves him. i find this difficult because i’m unsure how sniper will be able to get into a plane quickly enough to escape in the pre-established suburb, but i will make do.

i will have to kill scout’s mom.

oh and happy belated birthday!

[godsmistake13]

i do apologize for not making any posts in a while. just been dangerously stressed on another thing that will end the internet as we know it.

kosa is still around, and there's a huge push (more huge than last time) to make it law.

as of right now, kosa has been rewritten to appeal to republicans more, so many calls have to be made tomorrow, and the day after that.

either the house, or the must pass package bill is the only way that kosa would be able to become law, and as we all know: none of us want that. so, calls to the senate, and house leaders is very much appreciated for the following days.

either call them during working hours, or leave consistent voicemails in order to push this back as far as we all can.

if anything, i recommend everyone to start calling now, before tomorrow. inform everyone who knows about this bill to start calling them now, before they ruin the internet for good.

(if anyone wants me to remove anything from this post, please let me know, and i do apologize if any of that does happen.)

also yes, you are reading this correctly: elon musk did have a hand in this recent rewrite of kosa. yes, that man is now a part of this dangerous pro-censorship/surveillance bill.

resources. please spread this around now, before it's too late.

hopefully, i'll get right back to business tomorrow. i need to stop spiraling about this, until i start action.

calls here: https://fftf.link/KOSAsneakattack

number document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IyBUe6frFGF44rJQU3TahZ5zyG3tC7jai_hPneAKlnM/edit?tab=t.0

if we continue fighting this bill until the end of the year, this bill will be pushed back to the point where they have to restart with this bill all over again.

[optimisticgrey]

Yes, yes, I concede: I had to tell him off.

This is for all of us who ever got dumped by their coward partner without any chance of ever voicing their feelings.

Happy friday 💕

This is also the last part of

In the wake of your departure, Part 6 - Epilogue

As someone who has a hard time finishing drafts, editing, re-editing and rewriting everything until nothing makes sense any more and just to lie down and cry, this is a big step for me.

Pairing: Unnamed, genderneutral Tav (Bard/Sorcerer but not really relevant) ; Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, Halsin, Astarion, Jaheira and Minsc mentioned

WC: 5496

Summary: You stand at the docks of Baldur’s Gate, the Netherbrain is slain. You watch Gale leave to retrieve the Crown of Karsus. It takes you very long to realize he is not coming back. This is what happens afterwards and it burns slowly.

Warnings: Fluff, anger, some tears. Getting to tell God Gale he fucked himself over.

Five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance

Song recommandations: Linkin Park - Heavy is the Crown Fiddler's Green - Apology

This beautiful divider was made by @cafekitsune

Looking back, you can only manage a faint smile.

You are seated on Wyllach’s porch, as the village has come to call them.

Wyll and Karlach.

They settled here years ago when Karlach was expecting their first child.

They chose a large house at the edge of the river, knowing more children would follow.

Now, all three are asleep upstairs, their loud enthusiasm and laughter replaced by the stillness of night.

The porch has become a familiar retreat after your weekly dinners, a tradition Karlach insists upon.

Even Astarion joins them during the winter months, when the nights are longer.

Your hand rests in Halsin’s beneath the table, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin.

The first bottle of wine has been emptied, and as he pours you another glass. You nod in quiet gratitude.

As you watch the deep crimson liquid flow, your mind drifts.

There are things in your life you regret.

Fights you could have avoided, choices you would make differently now, armed with the wisdom you have earned.

But opening your heart again is not one of those regrets.

It was not easy.

The journey was riddled with setbacks, sleepless nights, and the ever-present fear of another broken heart.

Of not being enough.

Again.

But Halsin has never, not even for a moment, made you feel like you were anything less than perfect.

You look at him while he offers wine to Shadowheart who is already giggling. He smiles warmly, knowingly before he refills her glass and sets the bottle down to look at you.

A moment of quiet understand is shared, his thumb brushes your knuckles.

Wyll steps onto the porch, balancing an elaborate dessert adorned with too many cherries and an impressive dollop of whipped cream.

His other arm is tucked behind his back, a theatrical flourish to his entrance.

“Behold! My newest creation!” he declares.

Laughter ripples through the group as he places the dish in the centre of the table and begins handing out portions.

There is a smattering of polite applause.

“This looks brilliant, Wyll. Thank you!” Shadowheart says warmly.

Halsin chuckles, his thumb brushing over your hand one last time before releasing it to pick up his fork.

“It does look... quite a lot,” he quips, drawing more laughter.

“In the spirit of honesty,” Wyll says with a grin, “this isn’t entirely my creation. Our wizard came up with the base idea when we first arrived in Baldur’s Gate.”

Our wizard.

The phrase has stuck.

At first, it was a kindness, a way to shield you from the sharp sting of his name.

Now, it is just how they refer to him.

You chuckle softly, savouring the decadent combination of chocolate cake, whipped cream, and cherries.

“It’s brilliant, Wyll,” you say, taking another bite. “Gale used to make something similar with strawberries—”

The air shifts before you can finish.

He materializes beside you, his presence impossible to ignore.

Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Halsin leap to their feet, startled.

If it was custom to wear weapons inside of Haven, they would have drawn them.

You remain seated, unmoved, calmly finishing your bite.

You knew this moment would come.

You have known it for years.

You have avoided speaking his name since that morning on the docks, all those years ago.

But tonight, in a rare moment of carelessness, it slipped.

And now he is here.

“You have called upon me, my love,” he says, his distorted voice laced with triumph.

You set your fork down and sigh, unwilling to face him.

To even look at him.

For once, everyone else is silent, a mixture of shock and surprise freezing them in place.

“Gale,” Wyll breathes, his tone caught between disbelief and caution.

“The proper form of address is Dekarios the Divine, my friend,” the God replies, his voice swelling with grandeur. “However, I shall magnanimously forgive your oversight.”

You roll your eyes and rise from your seat, gesturing for the others to sit.

“Take a piece home for me, please,” you murmur to Halsin, cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. And another.

He searches your expression, his hand gently resting onto your hip.  Worry is etched into his features. “Are you certain this is what you want?”

A weak smile is your only reply as you move to hug the others.

He watches, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Oh, so you’ve finally decided to grace me with your attention, my love?” he says, his tone mockingly light. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d faded into the background entirely. But now that I’m here, I cannot wait to make the best of our shared time.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

“This is long overdue,” you add gently, turning back to Halsin. “I might as well do it tonight. Celeste is on baby duty, and Soren takes the first shift tomorrow morning. However long this,” you gesture toward the God, “might take, I can sleep in. Don’t worry.”

Halsin nods, though his worry remains. He draws you in to kisses you again, a quiet reassurance. “Be safe.”

“Please,” Wyll says, his voice tight with concern. “Be careful.”

Karlach only nods, her eyes flickering between you and him.

“I solemnly vow not to bring harm to our precious and beloved leader,” the God announces with exaggerated formality. “Their safety is assured by my word.”

Shadowheart’s expression hardens, her disdain cutting through the air.

“You’ve certainly done enough,” she mutters.

You step off the porch into the kitchen, motioning for the God to follow. “Let’s get this over with.”

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[lis4ux]

this last chapter of together was amazing! literally had me on my toes i loved it. im sooo excited for the next chapter!!! need a sneak peek 🤭

Oh it was so heavy wasn't it?! So happy to hear you loved it! Was one of my favorites 🖤

Being honest, I am not done with the chapter yet and this may be amended when I edit it later. Who knows I may delete it all or completely rewrite it, but for now here's a small portion.

Hope you like it 😘

Two weeks after Kiara was attacked by Travis, she's trying to sleep in her bed. Key word: trying. Because unlike it was before Travis attacked, she doesn't sleep alone anymore. Both of her parents are laying in bed with her. Her dad on one side, her mom on the other.

She loves them, she really does, but they were being a little...clingy. Couldn't blame them, really. They almost lost her.

Kiara doesn't like thinking about that though. Doesn't like thinking about any of it actually. It wasn't like she was avoiding reminders of what happened, but the more she thought about it the more disgusted she felt.

Thinking about Travis' hands around her neck made her shudder. The reminder of him slamming her against the car made her wince. Remembering his voice yelling in her face made her want to scream back.

It wasn't just the memories themselves that bothered her, but any time one creeped up she had to push away the thoughts that filled her mind. That was what bothered her the most. The ones that told her she was weak, feeble, defenseless.

She didn't want to be any of those things, but, logically, being at least fifty pounds lighter than her assailant, it was expected that she was the prey in that situation. So she lays in bed and thinks about the things that could have happened differently. If she only—

A soft tap on her window has her thoughts interrupted and her lifting her head off her pillow, turning towards the sound, knowing exactly who it is.

She looks at both of her parents, sleeping soundly on either side of her. At least they are getting some sleep. She pulls herself up, unwrapping her mom's from around her waist. Both her parents are heavy sleepers, she's figured out. No way she's worried about them hearing JJ in her room ever again.

She crawls out of bed, tip toeing across the floor and grabbing her sweatshirt before descending the stairs. When she gets around the corner of her house, JJ has just stepped down from climbing her house, wiping at his pants. He grins, "Evening."

"You mean middle of the night," she returns his smile.

He steps towards her, hands coming to her face. She pulls him into her, kissing him and feeling his smile against her lips when they pull apart.

She doesn't actually ask him why he's here. Doesn't have to, she already knows.

"You okay?"

She shrugs a shoulder, looking up at her bedroom window. "Be a lot easier to get some sleep if they didn't insist on sleeping in my bed," she complains. "I think I have a bruise from my mom kicking me."

JJ chuckles. "Now we know where you get it from."

Her mouth drops open. "Takes that back," she demands.

"And if I don't?" he mock wonders, causing her to scrunch her face in faux anger.

She gets a causal look on her face. Kinda bratty too. "I'm just gonna go inside, sleep with my parents," she tells him. Before she can even fully turn from him he's grabbing her wrist, delaying her attempted departure. "Yes?" she asks, smugly.

"Not goin' anywhere," he informs, stepping into her space, purposefully not pulling on her. Grabbing her wrist was a risk as it is.

He's noticed she's been a little skittish since that night. Knew she was trying to fight through it, too. Pretended she didn't jump when she heard a loud noise or someone touched her unexpectedly. She'd daze off, getting a worried look on her face. When he'd nudge her she would just smile, like he brought her back from reliving the moment.

He understood it, too. He didn't like thinking about what happened either. Would rather pretend it didn't happen honestly.

Would rather not have recurring nightmares of her being strangled to death, him watching and unable to make a move to save her. Would rather not remember how he had to check her pulse, seriously wondering if he was holding her body instead of her.

Always brings a softball sized lump into his throat that he has to force down.

His gaze crosses her face and body. He always caught himself giving her a visual check. Slowly watching over time as the bruises on her neck faded from red to black and blue to yellow and brown. Her wrist was out of its splint, the mild sprain well on its way to recovery. Her bruised side was supposedly doing better as well, but he has to just take her word on that since he hasn't seen her shirtless in a minute.

His touch is far more gentle than he needs to be, afraid that he'll scare her. Kie doesn't flinch when his fingers hold her though. Never did, and he takes comfort in that. Like he was a safe place for her. It's why he's here after all.

Kie hums at him, a soft challenge, chin lilting upwards. "Got something better to do?"

He shrugs, head nodding back to where Shoupe's truck is parked. "Wanna go night surfing?"

[mamaiaminlovewiththemoon]

Small tidbit while I'm building character and challenge ideas.

Honestly, I like seeing the interns working on the show and hosting challenges (or whatever interns do on reality TV sets), so I'm changing the B plot and adding more interns.

The first and biggest change to the rewrite is Nina is no longer a puppet(being?) She is now a 9 year old who is a toned down version of Fiore who stays behind the scene while her uncle, Marcus, takes care of her during filming since she has no parents and he didn't want to leave her alone (last time he did, the house was covered in plastic and some weapons) She's a bit of a troublemaker who might have a tyrant problem but everyone is okay with her and like her so we cool.

Second, Emily does not get fired at all! (I hate that ONC did that). She stays as the social media intern.

Now, time for some ocs (yay!) My intern oc is this 17 year old girl named Emara (sometimes goes by Mara) who is a a bit of a fan girl of the show (and mostly this one character)

Photo reference

She works on the cast outfits in special episodes, creates some of the challenges, and even budgets the show money's. The Network wanted Kristal to pander towards Gen Z (their words) by hiring some teens, so when she posted this offer on the Shows insta account, Mara was quick to apply, begging in Kristals dm 35 times asking for the job (Emara will deny later on when asked) before Kristal finally hired her. (More on backstory later)

Now, HEAR ME OUT! I had this idea that since Trevor and Derek got rid of most of the animals that lived in the woods (plus some interns, thanks to Jensen), Kristal wanted to hire someone to handle and take care of the wildlife during the filming w/o hurting them again but she couldn't find anyone right for the job. But Oliver said he knew someone perfect after finding on this old help site. Drum roll please 🥁.....Dawn from ROTI!

When they reached out to her about this opportunity, she quickly said yes and asked to bring her friend to help out as well. That friend being Cameron!! He focuses on the editing, filming, and technological part of the show (I headcanon them as friends♡). He joined the show for a fresh start (dude is getting burnout during college, struggles, man. Plus, money)

Now, Trevek. I did like them a bit thinking they were married, but season 3 also ruined them with this stupid drama, so they are now boyfriends, where Derek was gotta propose after the season finale but they got jailed so no marriage. Since I'll be making this rewrite as comics (and the occasional fanfic if I could muster up the will to do so), not much of the interns can be affected to the main plot least I feel like it.

Next up, the season 3 cast (also with some ocs 'cause free will!)

Bye!

[livewireprojects]

This took a little too long & I've also been having multiple days were I've felt too exhausted to get onto my laptop to post this. Sorry about that.

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I was commissioned by my friend @tay-likes-toons to make this for their rewrite/reimagening(LINK) of their fanfic(LINK) Your Favorite Martian the movie which was a fic made with the help of an RP we did to likely get some inspiration for some stuff.

The fic was meant to take place after the final episode of Your Favorite Martian the series were Puff risked house arrest(well he had to stay close if not fully in the tour bus) to have a date night with Tig. In YFM the movie Puff was able to get with Tig after getting out of jail but an incident led to their divorce & Puff living a miserable life in a run down house. At some point Puff meets a fan of the band at a bar he regularly goes to, in an attempt to show off/woo her he convinces her to travel with him to get the band back together. There does seem to be a problem though, the band split up when he went to jail so he has to go searching for them as they have moved on & got their own lives. Another issue is a mysterious person that seems to have plans for them.

The rewrite has been changed some, instead of being after the house arrest episode Puff gets arrested for drunk driving & causing some serious issues. The band broke up & left having had serious issues/life changing of their own at the time of Puff's arrest. Years later Puff is a drunk that misses the good days & his marriage is on the rocks thanks to becoming strained due to Puff becoming disillusioned. Everything seems to turn around when he meets Dimentia, a fan of his that he by chance met at a bar. She leads to Puff deciding to get the band back together to impress her(along with wanting his old life back) leading to the two going on an adventure to find the other band members who have moved on & try to convince them to come back. As they travel around & see what Deejay, Axel & Benatar are up to someone seems to have dark plans for the band.

Vincent asked me to draw everyone in the art style of gen 2/reboot YFM, it was tough but I finally got everything setup. A lot has changed since I last drew everyone, Dimentia while mostly the same as ever has had a big design change.(Link1 & Link2 to old refs)

I'm making this a little too long so I'll put some stuff under a keep reading & put the bios in posts meant to be splitting everyone up into groups. There's some extras under keep reading so hope you like it.

Links to cropped vers:

Puff & Dimentia | Deejay & his family | Benatar, Axel & their kids

This started out as wanting to make a second pic of Benatar & Axel without the apron & Axel off the clock, in the end this ended up just an extras section for some stuff I wanted to draw & alt outfits.

Left to right

Dimentia: This is an update of her original design for the original version of YFM the movie. This is a mix of a Kisekae version of her meant to be a ref & the design I sketched at some point.

Benatar: Exactly what it says, just a better look at him without the apron on

Axel: Axel off the clock with his hair untied & his favorite hat on. His daughter put a sticker on & he likes it cause it makes him think of Nicki.(She also put the drum sticker on his clipboard)

Pixie: This is the very first version of Pixel, Pixie was an OC Vincent made to pair with Deejay. It's also at this moment of typing that I realize I forgot her tights that have holes in them & I can't do anything about that.(Well I could with some editing) Link to reference pic of Pixie, link to sketches I made of past designs for Pixel.

"Original" Pixel: This is a design that was going to be Pixel's design for the original YFM the Movie, he's meant to be pastel goth. There were other designs that I drew them in in the past but the designs are too detailed in certain parts to try & the design refs were lost to time, in fact I remember checking something & the description mentions I had a fit over dealing with all the details. I guess you could say this is the most recent version of the design I guess.

Club outfit Pixel: This is an alt outfit for the current version of Pixel, for the club they work at with Deejay

YFM Watcher: He's not really suppose to be here I just wanted to try drawing him in gen 2's art style.

[mrm0rale]

My personal Rating Of GNX!

I’m a lil late posting this, I had to edit it then forgot lol. I have to say, this and Mr. Morale are my fav albums.

wacced out murals: 10/10. He started the album off calling people out. Love that.

Honestly, his line “Used to bump Tha Carter III, I held my Rollie chain proud. Irony, I think my hard work let Lil Wayne down.” Should have evoked an apology from Lil Wayne instead of a “what did I do!?” That was a little bitch move. Kendrick basically said “I was a proud fan and supported you but I see the feeling ain’t mutual.” And like I said in my post about the Super Bowl stuff, had it been Drake who was picked, they wouldn’t have had no frowns on they faces. Simple. They mad he stepped on Drakes neck, they’re not actually mad about that dumbass Super Bowl.

And “Snoop posted Taylor Made, I prayed it was the edibles. I couldn’t believe it, it was only right for me to let it go.” That’s so fucked up. I’m so tired. And Snoop got the gargantuan nerve to say “It was the edibles🤣” he is so two faced! He switched up like this with Pac too. These hoes ain’t loyal😔 Did not have losing respect for Snoop on my bingo card 😐 like keep your mouth shut, DAYUM! I didn’t even know that happened, so that was a helluva way to find out (I never listened to that freestyle). It makes the DJ Snake shit piss me off more.

Also I don’t see nobody talking about this: “Fuck your hip hop, I watched the party just die; While all of y’all is on trial, 🥷🏽 thought that I was antisocial when I stayed inside of my house.”

Mm

Moral of this song: “If they say it’s love, you’ve been lied to”

squabble up: 7/10. It sounds like NLU…it does. This was the song everyone thought he’d never drop, so I appreciate actually hearing it. I rated it high for me personally because it’s danceable, but there’s really nothing to say😭

“Bitch with him, and some bitch in him, that’s a lot of bitch”

luther: 10/10. Kendrick + SZA will always be a banger, I really don’t care. Their voices together are perfect for love songs or sentimental songs. They flow nicely and bounce off each other beautifully.

man at the garden: 100/10. He deserves it all, he said it not me! I love that not only was he saying he deserves it all, but his mom, his kids, all deserve it all too.

He says in the song, “I did it with integrity, and 🥷🏽 still tryna hate on me.” Then follows it up with “Just wait and see, more blood spillin’, it’s just paint to me.” And he’s so valid for that, because he’s right. He was a person everyone could rely on once upon a time, but they playin’ on his name now. I think he still has some integrity, it’s not like he’s not staying true to his word, they just got him doing side quests now. Let’s be honest, he got every right to be smokin’ these mfs🤣 like he said, did they want the shameless him or the famous him? I fear the coin fell on heads, we got the shameless him.

hey now: 7/10. He was definitely dissing in this song too. The flow was good but there was nothing special about it. I might have missed something in this song so that’s on me

reincarnated: 1000/10. This was deep as fuck, my goodness. LOVE the usage of this Pac-like beat. This one was very west coast, we know him. I was trying to figure out who he was channeling when talking about past lives. The woman could be Dinah Washington. There’s a lot of different theories about the first person, but I think it’s John Lee Hooker. The last bit of the song was crazy. He introduced it like “ok now my current life as Kendrick Lamar” but then gets into Lucifer imagery. He’s not necessarily saying he is Lucifer, but saying his story is similar to Lucifer, but he’s rewriting the story to do better. That shit was powerful. The conversation between him and his dad (God) was fuckin insane. Nobody alive does this shit like he does. Nobody. Argue with your grandma, not me.

tv off: 8/10. I know people were saying this sounds like NLU too, but it doesn’t to me. At least not like squabble up. The flow and beat was great, and ofc he had some bars in here as well.

Also…

MUSTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD

The real also: Why do I see nobody taking about his diabetic word play. Foul. “The city just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it.” Come ooonnnn

dodger blue: 6/10. It’s something I’d put on during a road trip or a drive to the beach, I guess. I might have also missed something in this song so that’s still on me

peekaboo: 😔/10. BOY WTF LMFAOOOOOOO HE’S UNSERIOUS FOR THIS SHIT

“Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam! The type of shit I’m on, you wouldn’t understand!”

He’s an idiot, bro 😭 I feel like this whole song is millennial humor, so I’ll keep my Gen z two cents out of it. Peace and love💀🙏🏽

heart pt. 6: 1000/10. Perfect. And no Drake mention? YES PLEASE! That was the perfect diss. Just talking about his journey and what he wanna do through his music🔥🙏🏽 I love when he get inspirational, the dissing is gas, but this is the Kendrick we know and love.

gnx: 5/10. I think he’s trippin, and he’s lovin’ it😭 did I miss this one too? Shit 🤣

gloria: 10/10. Him and SZA again. I love to see it. This one stumped a lot of people i know. I have to listen to a song multiple times to grasp it, and the codependent and toxic relationship he’s depicting in the song sounds like the relationship between an artist and their work. This whole song was a metaphor. SZA and Deyra Barrera were such great touches to this song. They were the atmosphere and he was the storyteller. Loved it. And the “I breathe life, I bring the charisma” part was fucking amazing. HE wrote this…this is how he sees his music. It’s vital, what he does through his music is center stage, not him. Glorious🔥

My overall score of the album: 8.5/10!

Favorite songs: wacced out murals, man at the garden, and reincarnated

[chains-of-destiny]

Hey, author! Your demo made my eyes sweat ty! 🤗 I was just curious, since we can enable cheat mode does that mean our mc becomes overpowered in some sense or…? Also, will mc have some sort of mysterious rare power of does the foundation of their “greater destiny” lie in something else? Thank you!!! I pray for big A+ in all your exams 🫶☺️

Hey, thanks for checking out the demo! <3

According to my current plans, the cheat mode will include much more than an immediate stat boost to 99 (which is, btw, a lot more than you will ever need in the game). For example, you will be able to: edit relationship values, adjust romance values (if you decide to romance another RO later down the line and don't want to replay the game for that), and change important checks in the game along with many other little things (such as changing the MC's appearance, name, etc.).

I've been toying with the idea of making some of the scenes for people who use cheat mode somewhat more "unique" and not just a free pass on the stat checks. I've played with games that have cheat modes, but I always found it a little funny that even with overpowered stats, you'd get the same result as if you barely met the requirements. I plan to write scenes where you can distinguish between passing the check with cheat mode and passing it with regular stats, allowing you to truly feel the impact of cheat mode. For example, other characters might comment on it, or the scene might unfold in a much "cooler" (I don't know how to say it better😄) way for the protagonist and other little things like that.

I didn't mention it before, but in the next update, it will be mentioned (and I plan to mention it in the rewrite of chapter 1 as well) that the powers the nine heroes had during the rebellion are passed down to their offsprings. So, the protagonist technically has the potential to use that power (just like Nemio is able to use the power of his House), but the artifact needed to wield it was confiscated in the wake of the grandfather's treason (for obvious reasons). This is just a very basic explanation of it, and many more things are intentionally kept somewhat hidden since the grandfather's treason, and the power of the MC's bloodline are both significant parts of the overarching plot.

On a side note, I appreciate the prayers! I definitely need all I can get. So far, I've managed A-s and B-s, and I'm starting to suspect I have a luck cheat, as I keep getting topics I enjoy in the exams.😄 Let's see if my luck holds out for the remaining two exams! Thanks again!

[babyinatrenchcoat]

Just a Greaser (Pt.1 REWRITE) - Castiel x Reader AU

Summary: Alternate universe where Cas is a Square and Y/N is a Greaser

Pairing: Teen!Cas x Teen!Reader (Sister!Winchester)

Warnings: Bad grammar (it’s intentional), smoking

Word count: 2299

A/N: I started writing this in high school and never finished it, but I got the idea for it after watching Cry-Baby and realizing that I've never seen a Greaser x Square story where the girl is the Greaser. I only wrote two parts, but I decided to edit them a little bit before making any new parts. I hope you enjoy!

You stand in the alley between the old antique shop and the apartment building with your crew. You don't know exactly how this became your hangout spot considering that Jo's the only one that lives in the apartments. The rest of you live in the little houses a ways down the street. 'The rest of you' being Sam, Dean, Benny, and yourself. Sam and Dean's dad was gracious enough to take you in when your parents died a few years back. Granted, he's never there, so really you figure your presence doesn't affect him much. Benny lives next door to you with his mom.

You and the boys have been buddies since grade school. You'll never forget them saying that they've "never met a girl this cool." You're inseparable. But Greasers always stick together. You have to have each other's backs. If you don't, no one will.

"Hey, Dean, you got a smoke?" You ask.

"Yeah," he answers. He takes his arm off Jo's shoulders to reach into his jacket pocket. He gets out the pack and tosses it to you. Then he returns his arm to its place around Jo.

Jo and Dean have been together for about a year now. They're perfect for each other, really. She's got just as much of a mouth as he does. And he's capable of being nice around her mom, Ellen. You know that Dean is a good guy anyway, but it's really hard to get on Ellen's good side. But Jo has been part of the crew since you and Sam were 13. You're the "babies" of the group, only being sophomores this year. Jo is a senior, and Benny and Dean got out of high school last year.

"Dad'll skin you alive if you come home smellin' like smoke, kid," Sam says.

You roll your eyes as you take a drag. "No he won't. He's never there, he won't ever know."

"Maybe, but you're supposed to be the good one," he counters. "The one who stays outta trouble."

You chuckle. "Yeah, 'cause I've done such a good job of that." Dean, Benny, and Jo laugh, and you take another drag. "Dean smokes. And does John say a word? No, because he's never home. And when he is, he's not payin' enough attention to any of us to notice if we smell like smoke or not. So lighten up, big brother." The boys have always been like brothers to you. And since you've started living with them, they've only become more so.

Sam shrugs. "Your funeral."

"Hey, hey, check out the Square," Dean says.

The group looks up to see a boy with black hair speed-walking on the opposite side of the street. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his khakis, and he keeps his head down. You can almost physically feel his fear from where you stand.

"The hell is he doing out here?" Jo says. "Doesn't he know this is Greaser territory?"

The five of you instinctively take a step closer to the street, preparing for trouble. The boy looks up in your direction, but keeps walking. Now that you see his face, you recognize him as a boy in your class. He's not like most of the other Squares in the school. He's quiet and keeps to himself. You struggle to remember his name. Cassidy? Casper? Cassius? Something like that.

"Why don't we go find out?" Benny says, stepping forward. There's a wicked grin on his face.

"No, don't," you say, looking at the boy. "He's cool." Then you step onto the street and make your way towards him, taking one last drag of your smoke before flicking it onto the pavement. This time of night, not many cars are driving around, so there's no need to worry about crossing the street.

"Y/N!" Dean whisper yells.

You swat your hand at him, still walking. Finally, you catch up to the boy. "What do you think you're doing here, Square?"

Your voice startles him. He nearly jumps out of his skin. "Please, I don't want any trouble." He continues walking.

You match his pace again, walking backwards so that you're facing him. "I don't want trouble either. I just want an answer." He glances at you but doesn't dare hold eye contact for long. "You're on our turf."

"I-I know. I'm just trying to get home. Please just leave me alone." The nerves are practically radiating off the kid. You've never met a Square so scared of a Greaser before.

"You don't live around here," you point out.

"My house is on the other side of this connecting street," he says, loosely pointing ahead of him. There's a road the runs perpendicular to the one you're currently walking down. On the other side of it is a large field, followed by what your crew knows as "the rich neighborhood." "This way is shorter."

"What, no fancy Mustang to take you home?"

The boy stops. "How'd you know my brother drives a Mustang?"

You shrug. "I recognize you. We go to school together. You're in the chess club."

Being face-to-face with him now, you can see his features more clearly. He's not a bad-looking kid. He's got the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Honestly, you've never been this close to him before. He sits on the other end of the classroom in every class you have together.

He soaks in your features too. He'd always noticed you from a distance, maybe even watched you, but never imagined he'd ever be this close to you. You're even more beautiful up close. But he’d never tell you that.

His current expression is absolutely perplexed, as he's surprised you know anything about him. He hesitates, scanning your eyes for some kind of motive. Some reason for you having any knowledge of his existence at all, let alone what clubs he's in. When he doesn't find anything, he finally speaks. "Yeah. That's right. Anyway, it's chess club that got me into this." He continues his trek down the sidewalk, less urgently this time. You follow beside him as he carries on. "We had a meeting today, and my brother forgot me. Or maybe he left me on purpose. I don't know anymore. It happens a lot." He rubs the back of his neck in shame.

You can't hold back the disgust that crosses your face. "Wow. Your brother sounds like a real germ." All you can think is that Dean would never do something like that to you or Sam. Hell or high water, he would never abandon you.

He shrugs. "He's the favorite, so there's nothing I can say. Anyway, I stayed to play a game or two with my friend Charlie, thinking maybe he'd show up. We lost track of time. He didn't show, so here I am."

"Who is he?" You ask. "Your brother." Part of you wants to know who to watch out for. Anybody that could treat their own blood like that has gotta be bad news.

"You've probably heard of him. Everyone has. Lucifer," he answers. The name rings a bit of a bell, but you've never come across him personally. All you know for sure is that he's gotten tied to more than a few school pranks. "But there's also Gabriel, then our oldest brother Michael," he says.

"You've got three brothers?" You say. He nods. "Man. I can barely stand two. I can't imagine throwing another in the mix."

"Well they are Greasers," he chuckles.

You purse your lips and look down, disappointed. It seems he's not as different as you thought. "Right," you say. Then you turn around, without a word, and take a step back to your friends, keeping your eyes on your feet.

"Wait, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just..." You turn around to face him again. "I'm just used to having to talk like that around my family, I guess. I'm sure your brothers are great. Wh-who are they? Maybe I know them."

If there's one thing you've learned about high school, it's that you can't trust anybody. He may be a quiet little chess kid, but who are you to say for sure that it's not some kind of act? This guy is obviously rich. If you tell him anything, there's nothing stopping him from running off to Daddy and telling him all about how Sam and Dean's little adopted sister terrorized him on his way home from chess club. That, or he'll say it was them directly. You can only guess what sort of hell would follow that. Hell no. You're not selling your brothers out like that.

"Nah, you wouldn't know 'em," you say as casually as you can muster. You look over your shoulder towards your hangout spot. Dean sees you and puts his arms out by his sides to silently ask "what are you doing?" You shrug one shoulder, then turn back around. "Anyway, I should go." You turn on your heel and head back toward your crew.

"Hey, wait!" The kid says. You only turn back slightly this time, keeping your body sideways and only turning your head to him. "I've never met a Greaser who wasn't looking for trouble," he starts. "What's your name?"

You smile a bit. "Y/N."

"I'm Castiel. It's nice to meet you."

You nod and your smile grows. "Nice to meet you too, kid."

When you get back across the street, you can tell that Dean is fighting off the urge to smack you upside the head before he even speaks. "What the hell were you thinking?! That Square could've pummeled you just for approaching him!"

You raise an eyebrow. "That Square," you say, pointing over your shoulder to Castiel, "wouldn't have touched me. And anyway, I could've taken him."

"Y/N, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you," he replies, his jaw clenched in a scowl.

His little intimidation act has never worked on you. You know he'd never hurt you even if he wanted to. You just roll your eyes and start to walk down the street. They all follow.

"Why? You wanted to know why he was here, so I found out. Big whoop," you sass. "Besides. You're the one that didn't follow me."

Dean sighs. "Because I know you can handle yourself. That doesn't change the fact that shouldn't go running up to every Square you see."

You halt in front of him and whip yourself around. "He was one kid, D! And he's a little chess club kid, anyway. Never fought a day in his life. So cool it." You spin back around and keep walking.

"So why was he out here?" Benny asks after a moment of silence.

"His brother left him at school after a chess club meeting," you explain.

"Chess club at 7 o'clock?" Sam asks.

"Like I said, he got ditched. He said he was hanging with a friend waiting for his ride that never showed."

"How come he didn't get a ride from his little friend then?" Benny asks.

Your patience grows thinner by the second. "I don't know, Benny," you say, intentionally making your tone sound as annoyed as possible.

Jo chimes in now. "Wait, what's his brother's name?"

Unfortunately for them, that's the final straw. You stop dead in your tracks and swing around so that you're facing all of them. "Jesus, are you guys writing a book?!"

Everyone abruptly stops, colliding into one another a bit to keep a space between you and the group. Being the only two to have witnessed your anger at its peak, Sam and Benny exchange a silent glance and each take a small step away from you. If anyone was going to be on the receiving end of what was to come if you got anymore pissed, it was not going to be them.

Jo, on the other had, isn't scared of you. Nor should she be. She's the only one in your crew you'd never want to tussle with. And she knows it. "Seriously, who's his brother?" She asks. "I think I might know who that kid is."

You sigh, encouraging your patience to come back. "His brother's name is Lucifer. I didn't get his last name."

"I knew it," Jo says. "That kid is a menace, Y/N. Really lives up to his name. And Dean, their older brother is the guy you beat up last year. Michael." You detect something in Jo when she says the name. Something similar to fear, but she's fighting to keep it from showing through.

"Wait, that's the same Michael?" You ask, deciding to table your curiosity about Jo.

A new expression you've never seen on Dean envelopes his face. Hatred. He's had his issues with people in the past, but you've never known him to all out hate somebody. His voice is low and stern. "Y/N, don't you ever talk to that kid again, you get me?"

Despite his demeanor, you challenge him. "Why the hell not?"

"Because for one, he's a Square!" His voice booms now. "Squares don't hang with Greasers no how, they got precious reputations to keep! And two, his brother was an ass, and if his brother's an ass, that makes him an ass, and my baby sis won't hang around livestock! Not while I'm around." Then he storms off, brushing your shoulder as he passes.

Who the hell does he think he is? As much as you respect your oldest brother, you hate being bossed around twice that. Who is he to tell you what you can and can't do? You'll talk to whoever you damn well please. And you'd like to see him try and stop you.

[alexanderlightweight]

I saw you talking about finding a better way to organize your posts and apparently there are ways to do master posts and link all your stuff. I like the way rayshippouuchiha does it best to be honest. She has a great system going on. I encourage you to go to her tumblr page and check it out. First go to the au master post list. It leads you to a page with fandoms listed. When you pick a fandom, it leads to another list with all of her aus for that fandom. Click on that and every post with that specific tag is right there. Super easy to use and navigate.

there are! and it's great and i love ray's stuff.

so the thing is, i don't have title tags/verse tags on all my past fics which means i would have to go back and find every single post related to that fic and retag it

which takes an incredible amount of time and energy alone, not to mention then adding descriptions and links. s

saeth spent yesterday talking to me about stuff like /chrono and tags vs search etc. they're trying to help me with this going forward and it's the plan (so thank you for sharing because this is good information and i might have needed it and i'll remind them to go look at ray's blog if they want further ideas)

i don't have a need for the fandom button since it's all malec and i'd keep the verselist on the already pinned page. but if i'm going to dredge back through my old stuff and get it ready for ao3 and edit and add notes, i'm probably not going to have the energy to also retag all of the old stuff.

i tried it out yesterday and honestly, it was a lot of work and i'm still attempting to get links at least. but i looked at the tags and realized i'd have to delete and rewrite them all to get the verse tag in the top five. saeth mentioned smething about x-kit at some point. so again, almost anything tumblr related is reliant on them.

i do the cooking and the cleaning and they do the computer/anything mechanical/internet stuff because we divide house chores based on who is best/enjoys the most/won't make it worse/won't hurt themselves.

can i set up a brand new router and modem for a friend? yes. can i restart our own router without a meltdown... no.

they've made my last... they've made my tumblr icons since a few months after we met so like all of them. and my tumblr only got a facelift because they saw it and went 'babe when was the last time you updated that?"

they were not impressed when i told them 'when i made it?'

thank you for sending the information, it was very thoughtful!

<3 lumine

[sleepyowlwrites]

Hi!! Happy early STS from @magic-is-something-we-create - I've finally remembered to send out asks!!

Anyway - this week, I'm wondering what part of the writing process is your favorite? Are you particularly fond of drafting? Revisions? Editing? Sharing? And what are some things about the other stages that, no matter how difficult they may be, are satisfying nonetheless?

Bonus question: Are there any special strategies you use to help make the process less difficult? Do you do writing sprints, use a score card to pick up crutch words, etc?

I hope you have a lovely day!!

originally asked dec 3, 2023. heep hoop.

hi magesmith. it's a saturday, and I wrote something so I'm trying to answer at least one ask. this is the oldest one I have.

a) my favorite part of the writing process is playacting dialogue in my bedroom or the kitchen or walking out to my car or whatever. I do the same scenes over and over with different intonations and different imaginary settings until I find where and when I want a certain conversation to take place, and how I want to describe the characters having it. OR my favorite part is starting a story from whatever point I first conceived of it, and then writing it in an expansive way until the pot is wide enough to hold some depth. writing scenes! it's fun!

a.1) I love drafting, yes. it's a good time. a.2) revisions are the same as rewriting, to me, and yes I like that too. less, but I like it. finding even better ways to say the things! a.3) editing fics is fun, and editing not fics is not fun. what's the difference? I couldn't tell you. a.4) sharing is great! the more unfinished something is, the easier it is to share, which I know is weird, but it feels safer to share something that I'm just thinking about or playing with than something that has a more finalized sheen to it. that's a real thing! easier to share unreal things. a.5) it's still a part of creation. and I like to create.

b) I'm not a fan of strategy. I prefer tactics. strategy makes my brain go "oh this is how we're playing the game? I've got a way to foil that!" but tactics are spontaneous and therefore leave less time and room for my brain to backtrack or get fuzzy about stuff.

b.1) writing sprints are fine. I've done them, and I'm really good at them - I write really fast - but they're not a magic potion to get the mind going b.2) score cards are death. just like checklists. my sister used to make checklists for cleaning the house and they killed my spirit. mom would give a task, and then another when I finished that one, 'cause she loves me. b.3) I'm sure I have crutch words, or crutch descriptions. everybody does, right? but I don't really know what they are? maybe somebody else who's read my writing (city story) could tell me. I mean, I love the word ache, I know that. but I don't have a singular particular use of it, so idk.

voila. I answered an ask.

[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy WBW! What bit of world building is most exciting or giving you the most fits right now?

Hi!! I know I'm a day late...my new meds are giving me fits and I'm going to bed uber early...so I'm combining this with Blorbo Blubrsday because I'm excited about my Blorbos and their World Building both, so you're so in for a treat babes!! <3 I am SOOO glad you asked sweetie!! Hope you're up for some reading <3

THE IMPERIUM CHRONICLES

So, Korben has his new ward, Princess Seren. Soon they will be going to his manor house that is closer to the Mage Consortium that she will be attending. I am busy picking out pictures of the Consortium and the manor, making up the layout of the house and the feel of it to use. In all this too you will get a better feeling for Korben and Seren, along with his valet, Hendrick. There is also other characters that Seren will meet along the way at the Consortium that will add to and somewhat complicate things. How? Well, that I cannot share. The Consortium is like a college on Earth. There are different buildings, there will be different classes in those buildings for various skills that mages need. There are also some students who will live in dormitories on campus, some who will live in apartments off campus, and then there are aristocrats like Princess Seren who will live in mansions/manors. Social standing does not matter at the Consortium, it is by your talents you received at birth. Seren's were that of a mage. Korben's will be revealed later.

Korben's curse will be revealed, along with how and why he received it. Also, it will explain what happened with Seren's mother and lead into how he has now found himself in this position and what it means for Seren, Hendrick, and himself...and maybe others.

BENDING THE LAW

This story is just starting so there is a lot to build up here as I rewrite it. I'm realizing as I'm going back into it that I had not been as descriptive as I should have in some places, about people or places. Thankfully, it is set in Chicago, so I don't have to describe a totally made up world. I can say Navy Pier, and it is a place that people can know or look up, as opposed to any place in Imperium, Caligo, or Uffern over in The Imperium Chronicles. However, details of Colin's office, Sorena's lab, or the station where Karsten works are going to need to be filled in at some point. I prever in bits and pieces where necessary. Information dumps bore the piss out of me as a reader, so I don't do that if I can avoid it as a writer. I'm also trying to expound some more on the personalities of all of the characters.

This started out as a project for just me from a plot bunny that wouldn't stop hopping in my brain. So now that I am getting it ready to be read by others, I am having to put in the parts that make it make more sense to someone that doesn't live in my head and hasn't been to Chicago and know the landscape and how things can be up there. Also how the characters are in my head needs to be expounded upon.

So their Chicago is being drawn as I go through and edit before posting so that the reader is drawn into their city and how things are being laid out. What it's like to live their daily life, and how everything is happening in their world.

BOMBS, BODYGUARDS, & BROKEN ARTIFACTS

Unlike the other two stories, this one has been read before, just not here. Many of these chapters were read somewhere else where I was also involved in roleplay. I had put them up to a certain part before the atmosphere became too toxic. HOWEVER, I have made some changes in the story since then because I didn't like how one of my plot points went. So I went back and un-killed someone, and no, they are not a zombie. I may have voodoo in my story, but we are NOT going to have zombies. FUCK...plot bunny produced. *facepalm* I hate this.....

ANYWAY...*shoves plot bunny in a box* Because of that change, I have to remove some of the foreshadowing I did in the beginning. While readers who didn't know what was going to happen might not have picked up on it, I catch every one of the little cookie crumbs that I threw in along the way. I'm going to have to do some bigger edits in the future; right now at the beginning, they are small. I'm also adding more in because readers now have not seen any of these characters as roleplay characters so I need to fluff them out more so you can see their personalities. My babies need loooooove.

Also, while the story will be set in real locations, there are fictional place names also thrown in the way authors do and I'm going to have to describe those better than I did in the past so that you can picture them in your mind. I'm working on that, and not info dumping. Again, I hate that, so trying to drop tiny bits of information as I go along.

Thank you for asking this and hope I didn't overwhelm you! <3

[fuckinuhhh]

Take a Walk 06/30/2023

Welcome back to my daily walk diaries. Today we walked around between 5th ave and Park Ave because I was going to check out the Morgan Library & Museum (which if you live in NYC and you didn't know they have free friday's, they do). Anyways I was a little early for the entry time so I walked around and here were the buildings that caught my eye. If you want to listen to the music I was listening to while you read this, I made a playlist of it. Buckle in, this might be a long one.

Edit: As I was writing this entry I accidentally deleted ~1.5 hrs of work so Im going to keep this rewrite real brief. sry :/

The Robb House

Built 1892

Architect: Stanford White

Fellow Architect/architectural critic of the time Russel Sturgis (who I love) said of this building, "not a palace, but a fit dwelling house for a first-rate citizen."

Curious as to whether one of those medallions on the third floor was replaced since they're slightly different.

The Haviland Building/Lightolier Building/Morgan Lofts

Built 1912, unknown architect

The interesting split facades and bell tower are without a doubt what grabbed my eye.

Funny enough they also stood out on the back of the building when I took a trip around the block without even realizing they were the same building!

Next we have Tiffany & Co.'s second building, built after their previous cast-iron store at Union Square, and as a posthumous completion in honor of Tiffany founder, Charles Tiffany.

Built 1905

Architect: Stanford White! (yes again)

Just look at those Corinthian orders! This building is massive.

(Now is probably a good time to bring up my camera situation.) I've been shooting these on my iPhone 8 mainly because my only other camera is film, and because of it's convenience. However I may end up getting another camera so that my pictures don't come out with such poor quality. (I wish I remember how I worded this during the first take of this post, it was much better)

This is the CUNY Graduates Building, formerly known as its original identity the B. Altman department store. The past 3 buildings in fact were part of a push up 5th ave from Barclay's St downtown where Haviland's, Tiffany's, and Altman all had stores previously.

Built 1906

Architect: Trowbridge & Livingston

The back of the Altman building has this interesting moment where seemingly 3 portions of the building meet. I say 3 instead of the obvious division of the top addition only because if you look closely at the roof overhang on the left, it turns 90 degrees into the building before the 4th window in.

Regardless this transition between is artfully done both between the front and the back, as well as between the base and the upper addition in the reference but not direct copying of window/facade themes.

The Stewart Building

Built 1914

Architect: Whitney Warren

(Bonus picture of the proximity to the Empire State Building)

Right across the street from the Tiffany building lies this beautifully ornamented loft/department building with terracotta tiles said to resemble Josiah Wedgwood jasperware pottery.

Before we get to the Chrysler building this building caught my eye with it's geometric ornamentation on the facade of the building, which I assumed was to fit in amongst the foothills of such an icon in Art Deco Architecture (the Chrysler Building).

This is the Socony-Mobil Building

Built in 1956

Architect: Harrison & Abramovitz

The Icon in question, The Chrysler Building.

Built 1930

Architect: William Van Allen

There is a wealth of knowledge on the internet about this art deco beauty, but I'm just going to give you my brief takeaway.

First, that entry way!!! I'm in love, its so grand and those angles are so pleasing to look at. There is one on each side of the building facing the street and boy oh boy it does not lose it's charm the second time you see it.

I also wanted to point out that, um, the base of the building is not centered????? I had literally no idea prior to this but if you look, in the third picture there are three bays of windows to the right of the center and five bays to the left. No your eyes aren't tricking you that's really how it looks in person.

In the tune of imperfections to such a seemingly pristine design, the backwall isn't actually perpendicular to the road or to the rest of the building. It wanders off at some other angle as seen in the fourth picture.

I give it a 9/10 still, it's imperfections are even more reason to love it. They give it an organic beauty that art deco even tends to reference and emphasize, the beauty in natural forms.

Right around the corner of the Chrysler Building is Tudor City, and here are just some highlights. In the order of most difficult things to photograph, these buildings are all built up in a style I like to call the princess tower style with an elaborate penthouse on top. Here are some of the highlights of this group of blocks on the east side.

45 Tudor City Pl. (pics 1 & 2) aka Prospect Tower & St. Albans Church Built 1927, the worlds first residential housing skyscraper Architect: H. Douglas Ives

Around the corner (which regrettably is not pictured) is Harry Osborne's penthouse in the Spider-man movies at 5 Tudor City Pl. aka Windsor Tower

The Church of the Covenant (pic 3) Built 1871 Architect: J. Cleveland Cady

Woodstock Tower (pic 4) Built 1929 Architect: H. Douglas Ives

(pics 5-7) The Cloister & The Manor Built 1927 & 1928 Architect: H. Douglas Ives I think this is also an interesting marrying of facade courses.

[evanox]

hi sara!! some quastions for the fanfic writer ask game: ✏️ The first fanfiction you ever wrote? (doesn’t have to be a posted fic) 👀 What’s an idea you had for a fic that you never did anything with? 📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic? ✍🏽 How much do you plan your fics beforehand? 🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about? 😊 The fic that you’re the most proud of?

thank u sara ily <33

ooo zeke ur too sweet ilyt <33 also love the new pfp ;)

✏️I think it was a Jack Will x Summer (from Wonder) prom-dance-kinda fic; extra deets: back then I was part of this group of fanfic writers on tumblr including a friend and some of her friends/mutuals and we all contacted each other on kik (wauw the memories). We once got a request for a fic featuring the Stoll brothers from PJO specifically directed at me because they liked my Wonder fic so much and that meant soo much to me. I remember writing away on my lil notebook back in 8th grade because I was so motivated sffgdf. Eventually the group became too much drama for my taste and I just stopped writing until they kicked me out bc I didn't have the heart to leave by myself.

👀Hmm I did have many og ideas that I eventually discarded; as for fanfic... I think there's a ton of drafts (both tumblr drafts and mental drafts) for Last Legacy hcs that I ended up not doing anything with because *gestures vaguely at everything that happened in the last year* that you can find on my WIP list on the pinned masterlist

📃If you mean by "inspired" as in "hated the writing so much I had to write my own thing to heal" then yeah. It was an LL rewrite thing featuring different routes and MCs so I was writing my own thing, not trying to "fix" someone's writing before anyone makes assumptions lol.

✍🏽Define plan... I think I usually roll ideas in my head for a while before spilling on paper until I run out of stuff then letting it marinate in drafts for a while, then adding stuff and editing until I'm satisfied. The only time I "planned" a fic was for my Sage x Maehwa LL rewrite, which included replaying the route, watching the official NH youtube playthrough of the old prologue to integrate the bits I liked, then throwing ideas and random lines into a google doc so I don't forget them.

🌈Besides character exploration I'm not sure I have preferences tbh... I think I'm more familiar with what I don't like than what I do like. One trope that I really disliked getting requests for (or reading tbh) is "character saves character/reader from their abusive partner" bc it's giving the same vibe as that one tiktok meme that's like "can you drop me off at my bf's house" *crashes car* "you flinched... he hits you doesn't he?"

kinda vibe... No offense to anyone who does enjoy it lmao... However I do enjoy character saves their lover from some villain or dangerous situation uwu can't really put my finger on why I like it better than an abusive partner situation, though, or maybe I can but I don't feel like getting into the intricacies.

😊Not to toot my own horn but I'm proud of most of my LL ficlets but if I had to choose... sage and the baker and the one chapter I managed to write for my SagexMae rewrite