#whyyyy did they have to cancel it?

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God damn it I finished my Enterprise rewatch and now I'm mad all over again

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i do wish people would stop saying that s&b was so diverse so queer so unique with its diversity

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o.k I am a fan of bruce wayne/batman, so i would like you to write where bruce wayne has a short-size bossy assistant, reader who knew about his batman vigilante secret and he has a secret crush on him. She teased him, one day wearing a short skirt in a hot summer, made him want to bang her against the office table

The Proposal

So estastic to finally have a night off work, I enthusiastically hum while the evening news plays low in the background as I put the finishing touches on my look. Running my fingers through my long, soft, dark tresses, I twist left and right to asses my sultry outfit through the body length mirror on the wall of my bedroom. I do one spin, then another, smirking at the way my mini skirt barely covers my plump chocolate rear.

I cannot believe Bruce is actually gonna let me outta his sight for more than 2 seconds. It's a God damn miracle and I plan on shakin my ass with my girls all night while sippin the fruitiest dranks I can buy. That is till I hear my phone vibrate and beep from my vanity beside me, notifying me of an incoming text. Hmm.. Need I guess who the fuck that is? I roll my eyes as I grab my phone and see a text from Bruce Wayne tellin, not askin, me to come do his bidding.

Bruce: Hey, honey. Come by the office round 10 tonight and drop of the proposal we've been working on.

Seriously? It was my first night off in 2 weeks and here's comes the infamous Batman, swoopin in to destroy my plans. So, his sexy ass refuses to fuck me and release the tension from years of workin under him but not letting me actually be under him- yet commands I wait on him hand and foot.

My eyes almost tear up from the immediate disappointment and frustration I feel. Not being dicked down in over a year was making my need for a good fuck damn near animalistic. The concept of a fun evening with the possibility of gettin some dick, since Bruce's fine ass ignored each and every one of my filthy advances, is now completely ruined; makes me have to take a deep breath before I pick up my glitter encased cellphone.

Me: Whyyyy? This is the only night I have off for like another couple of weeks and I have plans. Can't you reschedule?

His response back is lighting fast and I can't help but give a small giggle as I imagine his sexy stern ass all frowned up, nostrils flaring at the prospect of me not givin in to his demands instantly. Bruce isn't the kinda man that likes to be told no. Plus, the proposal we'd recently been working on was imperative to the deal he was currently trying to close. Still, I wouldn't be me if I didn't turn into a full blown brat with him for impeding my plans.

Bruce: Late night meeting, no cannot reschedule. Also, thought you said you were staying home tonight..

Me: Omfg Bruce. My girls begged me to go out tonight so I changed my mind! Didn't know I had to goddamn call and let you know.

Jesus did this man have to always interrogate me on every aspect of my life? He knows everything about me- though it was fair to say I knew him almost as well as Alfred. And it was kinda exciting to secretly know about his extracurricular activities, even if that had less to do with any honesty on his part and more to do with my snoopy ass overhearing a heated conversation between him and his long time friend about hanging up the the towel.

Bruce: Well now you know, sweetheart. What time will you be here?

Condescending bastard! He really never has a doubt that he can bend me to his every whim and normally he fucking can but it's time to get a rile outta him.

Me: Well if I gotta cancel my plans to get some fuckin dick tonight then I think I'll take my sweet fuckin time!

His response isn't as quick this time but it's short enough to know I ticked him off. Serves him right, his 'I can't have you but nobody else can' attitude was tiring.

Bruce: You have 15 minutes.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to scare me as I pull up the Uber app and tap in his office's address. Before I can confirm I hear a firm knock on my apartments front door and Alfred's voice speaking loudly from the other side.

"Ms. y/l/n, Mr. Wayne has sent me to come get you. I've recently been updated that he's in no mood to be kept waiting."

Uh oh, perhaps I should've thought this through. I'm not sure how mad he is or what he'll say when he sees me and now I'm directly and knowingly heading into to the lions cage.

"Coming!" I yell back, grabbing the file from drawer and heading for the door.

30 mins later

I exit the elevator and quickly rush to the where Bruce waits for me, catching a glimpse of my reflection through the glass walls of the other conference rooms. I wish I had time to change the skimpy outfit adorning my frame, doing nothing to contain my juicy ass cheeks as I lightly jog to the room where the meetings being held.

I don't bother knocking, quickly entering the room silently. Walking up behind Bruce sitting like a king at the end of the table as he talks on his cellphone, leaning back lazily in his chair with spread legs. His hips flex in his crisp midnight blue suit as he readjusts himself in his seat. The hefty bulge between his legs draws my eyes for a hot second as he spins slowly in his chair to look at me.

It's as if in an instant he's hungry, eyes sharply roving over every inch of me as he licks his lips sensually. He openly stares at the way my mini skirt barely covers my bottom, how my sheer top does nothing to hide my puckered nipples. The loud expletive he groans out as he eyefucks me goes straight to my empty core, has my abandoned, untouched little hole fluttering as I start to get wet.

"Nah I'm good, stomache ache. Let them know who you're here for when you arrive and someone will let you up. We can go over the proposal and see if you agree to the terms."

Bruce hangs up and sets his phone on the long light brown table that stretches across the room as he looks at me slowly from head to toe; wide dark brown eyes that linger at my plump tits and curvy hips. His mouth open and closes a few times, his shoulders now tense as hell as he sits stiff in his seat and stares at my outfit.

"You really are a fuckin brat, you know that? Did I not fuckin tell you to be here in 15?" He snarls at me, quickly standing to grab the file from between my fingers and toss it next to his phone.

The aggressive action has me swiftly backing up, not being able to take more than few steps before my back hits the wall. Absolutely shocked at the way he stalks towards me, arm quickly stretching out to grip my throat. One of his thick eyebrows remain raised as he waits for me to respond.

"I'm sor- sorry, sir. Traffic-" I stutter out, voice low.

"Yeah the fuck right, dont gimme that bullshit. We both know you think you can say and do whatever the fuck you want with me and I'm not into that, sweetheart. Unless you count me enjoyin punishing your pretty ass for it." He tells me, leaning so close that the tips of our noses almost touch.

My heart pounds as his hand squeezes a bit firmer at my neck, the other smoothing down the side of my tits and torso to my hips and thick brown thighs. The bulky protrusion between his legs presses against my center, makin me weakly grasp at his suit jacket as I lewdly hump at him.

"You look so damn gorgeous rubbing against me like this. Almost distracts me from the fact that you left your house dressed like a fuckin whore."

The mean words and sharp smack to the inside of my thigh makes me yelp his name pathetically; has me spreading my legs as I try to fuck him through his clothing, already so damn close to beggin him to touch me. The sting of the slap is so welcoming, has my eyes and pussy simultaneously getting wet.

"Look at you, tiny little fuckin skirt.. Bet you woulda showed off all my fuckin curves tonight huh? Would done more than that. What didcha say earlier? You had plans to get some dick tonight?" He asks me, pressing me closer between him and the wall.

Bruce smells so fuckin good, the clean smell of a fresh shower and his Burberry cologne mixing deliciously. That plus the shock of his abrasive approach quickly culminates into wanton need. I can't care that I'm already rendered speechless, that I can only gasp for air like a fish outta water at his filthy words.

"You sure fuckin do. But now you wanna be quiet, cant even answer cause your slidin that little pussy allover my lap. Now you wanna act like your my good girl. Actin like your nothing more than my own little slut. Cant take you constantly goading me into fucking you whenever you see me. I can't goddamn take it anymore!"

He lets go of my throat to drop to his knees and lift my mini skirt up. Doesn't waste a second pulling my silky baby blue thong to the side and slurping at the opening of my pussy. I wail as he messily licks inside of me, his tongue jabbing repeatedly to get inside. Nails of both hands scratching at the wall behind me, I come unglued at the intense pleasure he suddenly forces on me.

"Plee- ahhh! P-pleeeeeea-se! Haah, uhnuhnuhnuhn Bru- ah!!" I stutter out my pleasure as I look down and meet his eyes.

The way he takes me in as he devours has me trembling even more against his mouth. As much as I need this, I'm too fucking sensitive. From the way Bruce stares as he eats me it's obvious he knows; is fucking using it to his advantage as his grips each of my ass cheeks and pulls me onto his mouth and fucks me with his tongue as deep as he can. His filthy moans about how good I taste but how bad I am are muffled against my cunt.

His right hand slides down my smooth brown skin, rubbing and groping my thick thighs. He sensually massages down my leg to my calf before slowly making his way back up to my clenched cheeks. A hard smack resonates through me and I shove upwards off his mouth from the impact. His answering growl as he pulls me backs down is clear: don't fucking pull away again.

"Toomuch! Ohohoh pleeeeeeease Bruce!"

He sends me into a blissful spiral, the intense sensation spiking in my core. I'm begging for the torture to end, for him to make me cum. But he only wiggles his tongue inside me widly as he moves his hands to my pussy lips and spreads them wider so he can get deeper.

My eyes must be at the back of my skull from the force of how they roll eye back. I wordlessly plead for reprieve, which he seems to only delight in. He chuckles heartily into the pink of me as he leers at my tits jiggling underneath my shirt.

I'm sure my souls about to rip out my body when I feel his thumb lightly swipe at my throbbing clit once. The tumultuous orgasm tumbling to the surface frightens me, has me seriously doubting my endurance to take it. So it's no fault of mine that I tug at my bosses short brown locks, ripping his swollen lips from my frantically pulsating pussy. He stares at me through narrowed eyes, his straight nose inna prominent snarl as I apologize profusely.

"Imsorryi'msorryi'msorry!" I rush out with heavy breaths and a heaving chest.

"No the fuck you're not, goddamn brat." He spits out as he stands and lifts me up against his strong chest with hands to the back of my thighs.

Walking me to the conference table, Bruce's sits me down atop it. He says nothing, towering above me as he looks down at while unbuckling his belt. His stare is lecherous while unbottoms his pants, so god damn domineering as he pulls out his twitching monster cock and presses it through the wetness between my legs.

It's not gonna fit, no way it'll fit. His dick is to thick, somehow his tip flaring out to become even wider. It's fuckin scary and thats without describing the girthy shaft. Still, I moan at the breathtaking feeling of him tappin the head at my opening. Even though my sweaty body is tense, my insides quiver rapidly hoping to catch his tip.

"I have a proposal for you too, y/n.." He leans in close to whisper against my lips, blocking me from the view of his fat cock at my entrance. "Your gonna take this dick like a good girl and I might not fuck your pretty little mouth and bust down your throat till your unconscious. You agree to the terms?"

I nod slowly, helplessly, my gaze briefly straying to his swollen mouth. Knowing how he ate me moments before and the way he damn near pins me to the table now that he's not letting me go till he's done.

"Look at you being a good girl for once." He compliments, smacking my sensitive clit with his rigid dick over and over.

My eyes roll back as I shout Bruce's name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm race back to the surface with double the intensity. My frame shakes like a leaf underneath him as my back arches and I dig my nails into the wood table beneath me. My mean ass boss only slaps his dick at my pulsing little gem quicker, drinking in my frantic reaction.

He greedily soaks in my pitiful body in the throes of the best orgasm I've ever received. The smile on his face is sinister, so damn dangerous as he replaces his dick with his thumb, sliding the head of his dick to my opening and shoving between my drenched, unprepared fluttering walls.

Time almost seems to stand still, as my lids fly open and I choke, trying and failing to pull in a gasping breaths against his pretty pink lips as he bullies his cock into my pussy while I'm still cumming. He groans like a wounded animal and I'm fucking alarmed that he actually gets in on the first push, though no explanation is needed for the unbearable pressure weighing in my gut.

My legs kick out behind him uncontrollably while I grip onto his suit jacket for dear life and stare at him with big teary eyes. Try as I might to inch off Bruce's cock by scooting backwards, I don't get very far before he's gripping me and pullin me back onto his leaking dick by my neck again.

"Keep. Fuckin. Still!"

Each word accentuated by him sliding in and out of my little hole. His other hand holds himself above me as he fucks into me roughly. My head thrashes side to side as I apologize nonstop. Hair from my two buns loosens and falls, sticking to the perspiration on my face.

"Oooooooh fuck, I can't believe I waited so loooong! Ah, ah, ah, pussyfeelssogood! Uhn, fuck y/n! Not gonna last, too damn tight.. so weeet! Haaaaah!"

His cock digs deep, finally in a bit more than half way as he pumps into me ferociously. It's so fuckin amazing, nothings ever felt so good, so intense. I light years beyond coherence as drool unknowingly seeps from the corner of my mouth as I share my pleasure into the air. All my strength is split between processing the sensations between my legs and breathing.

"Fuuuuuck, sweety.. Gonna make me nut so damn hard. You want that? Fill that pretty little pussy till I can't anymore?

Bruce's grip around my throat tightens and it's a bit hard to breath but my normal reaction of instant panic is delayed by the dizzy feeling filling my head. I'm unaware of the suffocating clenches my pussy gives the big dick invading my insides as he huffs and puffs his pleasure at my ear.

"Ooooh shit, your so perfecttome! Haaaa! Mmmm sweetheart, made for me huh? Uhn, thaaaas a good fuckin girl!"

His back hunches him over my body as he stabs in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis into mine as holds my seizing body to the table. The sudden unlimited pressure against my button sends me off; I take in as much air as I can unaware that my hips lightly hump back at him. Black and white spots dot in and out of my vision as the pressure in my tummy explodes through my battered cunt.

I squirt all over Bruce's suit, sliding my hands through his freshly cut hair down his neck to claw at his thick, muscular shoulders. His name is all I know as I desperately cry it out more times than I can count. No man has fucked to the point of tears and I'd tell him that if I could formulate sentences at the moment.

But I know he's in the same boat as his fingers loosen around my neck and he bites his lip hard, eyebrows drawn together from the way my pussy milks the cum from his cock.

"Oh heeell.. Fuuuuuuuuck, take it honey! Aaaaahhh, that's it, allforyouy/n! Take this nut like a gooooood giiiirrrrl!" He groans, eyes locked where we connect as he continuously pumps into me at his leisure.

It feels foreign but oh so fuckin welcoming as large splashes of cum gush my already soakin wet pussy. My needy insides clasp at Bruce's cock as if demanding he shoot more. He definitely fulfills his promise of stuffing my puffy cunt till she leaks.

"Mmmmm.. oh my fuckin God princess. You okay?" He asks between tiny grunts of pleasure, his hips still slowly pumping his cock into me.

I'm not sure how he expects me to answer; my lungs feel tight and my head is so fuzzy. I fight to steady my breathing, fingers remaining inna death grip around his shoulders. I finally feel the heavy trails of make up streaking down my chest and my wavy hair sticking to my sweaty temples. I know I looked fucked out to the max.

I can't even muster energy to cover myself as my head falls limply to the right and I see a group of men staring lewdly at us through the glass walls, each with a tented bulge in their business attire.

Bruce's phone beeps at that moment and he leans over slightly to read the text aloud.

"We agree to your terms of the proposal." He says with a dazzling smile.

Yeah, I fucking bet..

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Abu Dhabi 2024

-Seeing Charles in p19 is stuff from my nightmares

-“Leclerc at the back of the grid” Just why

-“Max Verstappen will be a menace, won’t he?” Yes! Bring it on!

-Franco!! It’s too early for emotional talkkkk!!

-Valterri too? Come on, I can’t watch this race with teary eyes

-Can they stop talking about Sergio leaving already??

-Holy fricking shit! Max, you literal menace!!

-Oh no Checo too?? What in the telepathic connection??

-Charlesssssss! Up to p8 already!!!!

-Checo?!? No! Istg!!! Aaaaaaahh whyyyy???

-Charles overtaking masterclass is what I was praying for

-“Kevin Magnussen, what a great first lap for him” Went in with the right amount of chaos! Let’s go!

-Ooh Pierre!!

-Max didn’t waste any time there, getting past Liam at the restart

-Oscar??

-Valterri was the won who hit Checo? Why???

-Early pit stop from Oscar

-What an end to a season from Max. That 10s penalty sums up everything. Since when do we penalize first lap incidents anyway?

-“Yup, move of a world champion that one” Hehe

-“Whilst they were swapping around on the inside, he was dancing around the outside” Happy Charles>>>

-How are we only 7 laps in?

-I’m so so happy for Charles

-Oop Oscar’s got a penalty too. Can’t we just cancel out both penalties now?

-Go Max!

-“6 different constructors in the top 6” Fun

-Charles, Charles, Charles

-Why are so many drivers having false starts lately??

-Woah good move there from Lewis Liam

-Charles? Track limits? Come on be cool

-Charles and Max simultaneously making moves! Let’s go!

-“No pace mate” WHY

-Ugh come on! Slow stop for Kevin

-Still salty about Esteban not being here

-Come on Charles! P3 yeah?

-Poor Zhou, him being in a Sauber should be penalty enough

-I had such high hopes of a Hulkenburg podium :(

-Ferrari starting off pit stop games? Oh nvm

-If they mess up Charles’ strategy I will murder someone

-“Stay out” “Why?!” Hahaha mood

-Genuinely what was the point of bringing Jack in this race?

-The wheels aren’t on??

-What’s going on at VCarb?

-Franco?!? Oh no, whyyy??

-Fricking James Vowles

-10s stop and go? Goddamn

-“Slowest pit stop for Max Verstappen this season” Did we all collectively forget about Mexico?

-What the hell happened to Valterri’s tire??

-Kevin?!

-“Isn’t that just f*cking great?” Should I just kms?

-Woah Aston Martin playing strategy games. You don’t see that very often

-“Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Max Verstappen” Champions line-up

-Aw he said “Hammer time”

-Let’s go Max!!

-The sky looks so pretty there

-Kevin with the fastest lap. Please let him keep it

-Just realized Yuki’s still in points. Yay.

-🎶 Max Verstappen 🎶

-“Here comes Max Verstappen” I love hearing that

-He said top 6 finish and he got top 6 finish (please let him burn the car after the race)

-Oscar??

-“This is the rhythm” Laughing through the pain

-At least we get Charles and Carlos sharing the podium one last time as teammates

-Lewis really pushing there

-Ferrari trying a gamble? Please don’t

-Puncture??

-Yesss Lewissss!!

-Woo! Okayy constructors champions! Pretty cool how the last time McLaren were champions, the current drivers weren’t even born yet.

-Are they the youngest ever constructors champions lineup? Cause that would be cool too

-Lewis donuts??!

-I’m so glad he gets to end on a high and make better moves next season

-Going to really miss Kevin, Zhou, Valterri and Franco (and Daniel and Logan and Charles and Carlos as teammates and Nico and Kevin as teammates and please let Checo stay and and)

-Brb going to cry

[stusbunker]

Spotless: En Cédant

Chapter Twenty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Lee, Bobby, Sam, Annie, Kevin (mentioned)

Word Count: 2541

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Aromantic Bela, more hints at bisexual Dean, unbeta'd

A/N: Dean's magazine interview is released and he asks a question he regrets.

Series Masterlist

Dean walked into the auditorium they’d been leasing for rehearsals with a gas station coffee and what John would have called a ‘piss-poor’ attitude. Sam had stayed over at Madison’s and gotten his own way to their last pre-tour play through. It was one of those rare mornings where their place felt too big, and Dean couldn’t kick the feeling that something was missing in his daily life. But it was too early for a pity party and too late to turn around and play hookey.

Not that he’d even dare that on this tour, not this close to showtime.

The energy in the hall did little to ease Dean’s annoyance, filled with quiet conspiring. Each person he nodded at seemed to be hiding a smirk or trying not to laugh out loud. Once he got to Lee, he’d had enough.

“Okay, what the fuck is with everybody today?”

Lee shook his head. “You don’t know, you poor bastard. Have you seen Trouble yet?”

“No— whyyyy?” Dean scanned the room littered with roadies and band members, lounging over the stage and the first rows of seats. 

“Look, man, it’s easier to show you than tell you.” Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up magazine, which was not what he was expecting. His sources of embarrassment primarily spread online these days.

But then he looked down and saw his own smug face staring back at him.

“Holy shit,” Dean said in a whisper.

“She’s got like a whole box of these, everybody’s read it or is currently reading it. It’s almost like you’re famous or inspirational or some shit.”

“Some shit is more like it,” Dean muttered and flipped to the page number next to the tagline, ‘Phantom Traveler’s frontman Rides the Road to Redemption’.

“Hey! Get your own!” Lee snatched the magazine out of his hand before he could get past the shot of him in Baby’s driver’s seat, eyebrows furrowed in the side view mirror.

“You sonuvabitch,” Dean threatened and went to steal it back when Bobby appeared with his ruffled mustache of disapproval.

“Okay, Fabio, go find Trouble, she’s got a whole case of those you’re supposed to sign before we get started.”

Dean wiped his face with his palm and braced himself for a long ass day. “Okay, any idea where she is?”

“First dressing room,” Bobby replied. “Don’t take too long, we want to run through some old stuff with Kevin so Charlie can plan out some lightwork with it, then we need to talk setlists for this weekend.”

“Yeah, of course, uh, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, turning to head to the pit. He turned and added over his shoulder. “At least I hope so.”

It was worse than Dean thought, but somehow also better than he’d expected from Meg.

Sam sat backwards on an old makeup stool as he read the article out loud, “‘even his timeless good looks couldn’t save him from the storm of controversy he unleashed after punching out photographer, Jared Bender, alienating his keyboardist and lifelong friend, Cas Novak to the point of leaving the band, and forcing his manager and mentor, Bobby Singer, to cancel their last North American tour with two months left.’”

Sam made a visible ‘yikes’ face and continued on as you listened, moving stacks of magazines around into manageable piles along the counter. 

“‘The man sitting across from me was neither the cocky dipshit I interviewed six years ago, nor was he the unstable egomaniac who caused those around him to walk on eggshells during their last tour. He was oddly zen, blunt as ever, and refreshingly humble.’---- Ha! Christ, did you pay her off?!” 

Dean decided he’d heard enough and cleared his throat. You froze and turned, but Sam just grinned wolfishly at him through the old spotted mirror, completely unsorry about being caught.

“There you are! Hot off the presses, man.” Sam flipped the copy he was reading towards Dean, which he caught against his chest with his free hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean grunted, splashing some of his coffee as he stopped the magazine from falling to the floor. “How bad is it?”

You chuckled. “It’s not— well, for starters, it’s the freakin’ cover! I was not— she was being purposely vague about the whole thing, even which issue it was going to be— I am kind of in shock still.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean stared at the cover, unsure if he dared read it with an audience. After the silence got too heavy, he buried his own sick curiosity and looked at you to keep busy. “So, Bobby said you’ve got work for me?”

Dean smiled too late, catching you entirely deflate from his terrible segue.

“Uh— yeah, it’s only 100 copies. We’re sending them out to bundle with tickets for radio stations in every city.”

Dean walked across the small room, set down his coffee beside Sam’s rumpled magazine, and picked up one of the metallic Sharpies you had left out. “You sure they want just me signing these?”

“Dude— none of us are in any of the pictures. And besides just verifying some details, she didn’t interview any of us.”

Dean spun on his heel. “She asked you if I was lying about stuff?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that— it was more of her trying to catch you in consistencies.”

Dean raised his eyebrows at how that was exactly what he had said.

Sam huffed and started rambling. “I mean it was about the tone of the album and the cohesiveness. It wasn’t bad, God, okay?!”

“You’re not really reassuring me here, Sammy.”

“Look, I’m gonna go set up.” Sam stood up. “But, we’ll talk it out once you’ve read it, okay? Just get these signed, so we can figure out everything upstairs. Maybe then Bobby doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

“We can only hope,” you tucked on, which took the words out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean nodded, sighed, and popped off the cap of the marker. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Sitting around haphazardly sprawled across the theater seats, the band and immediate support personnel plotted the first stretch of the tour. Dates were set, venues, everything important, but the minutia had to be finalized so everyone knew where to be and when.

“We’re doing in studio stops with stations here and Vegas. But we are doing phone in interviews with San Diego, Phoenix and Albuquerque. We’ll talk more, but I think we’ve got stuff lined up once we hit Texas,” you rattled off to the group, pen in hand, laptop on your lap and phone in hand.

Bobby had his day planner open on his lap and Annie added things into her phone as you went. Dean kept his calendar app open, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet. Once the tour got underway, things got easier with the practiced dance, but until then he was jittery and brooding.

He hated the build up, but knew it’d be over soon.

“Dean— we gotta talk later, figure out when Bela will need passes. That goes for everyone, please let me know who you’re bringing each night so I can submit the names to each venue.”

“How is that your job on top of everything else?” Bobby asked.

“You want to do it?” You countered, coyly.

Everyone laughed. Lee threw a balled up receipt at the back of Dean’s head, but he just flipped him off.

“Need to get you an assistant,” Bobby muttered, but Dean didn’t think it was a bad idea. 

The meeting continued, plans for press stops and casual drop ins for the first leg were cemented with your approval. The band’s image meant everything to you, not just because it was your job, Dean knew it was a deep seated loyalty and faith in them, both as individuals and as a unit, a family. You worked harder for them than any mere publicist would. 

And that genuineness came through to the fans. 

Then that respect and admiration was reciprocated. Sure, there were ones who were closer to obsessed than others, but even Becky, the fanclub president, had cooled down over the years. Things might get awkward amongst the masses, but it wasn’t dangerous. And it had been awhile since anybody had asked for a lock of his hair during an autograph session. 

He didn’t miss that.

Dean switched apps and snapped some quick shots of the group from where he sat, dazed and tired from the meeting, but still together and looking good. He typed a quick caption to the post: ‘Can’t wait to see y’all again soon, we’re back baby.’ He even remembered to tag the band’s account before posting. But he knew you’d go through and add hashtags and pin people’s accounts to their faces in each shot, eventually.

For now, he was just grateful that he was still doing what he loved with his people.

Not much later, Bobby called it and everybody agreed to meet at Elizabeth’s. After securing all the equipment and hugging Charlie goodbye, Dean helped you haul the boxes of magazines to Bobby’s truck to be mailed out later.

“You want to ride with us? Got that scheduling stuff to hammer out anyway,” Dean cleared his throat and nodded towards Baby on the far edge of the parking ramp.

“Uh, Sam left with Kevin, but yeah,” you said, looking over to Bobby and Annie. “See you guys there?”

“Sounds good,” Annie said.

“Drive safe,” Bobby warned and held the door open for his wife.

Dean felt weird with his empty hands and you bent over with your bag and your laptop case, but you seemed to manage. “How are you feeling about things? How long we got before shit explodes with that article?”

You hummed in estimation, “about nine hours? East Coast will get to it first so it’s gonna be another early day.” 

“Brutal.”

“It will keep me busy, but it will be a good busy. I’m sure of it,” you promised.

Dean huffed. “If you say so.”

He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, the familiar creak in the hinge the only sound in the cement tomb of the parking garage. But it didn’t feel creepy, it felt nice to be alone and out at night. With you.

He let you drag your stuff into the footwell and made sure not to get your sweater caught in the door as he closed it. He rounded the front bumper and got into his spot. “Alrighty, let’s go get stuck in traffic for an hour.”

You smiled at him, without looking up from swiping through your phone.

“You posted?!” you shrieked in surprise not five minutes later.

“With my own two thumbs and everything,” Dean teased back.

“They are loving this.--- Dean, it’s already got like over a thousand comments.”

Hey, he could do the internet charm, when he wanted to.

“What are they sayin’? They pumped to see us live?” 

“Definitely! And then the usual: speculation on Lee and Pam, people begging you to father their children—” you laugh fondly, like at a child showing off a well known skill. “Kevin is starting to get a sort of following, and the younger crowd brings more enthusiasm. Plus, people are already speculating how long during each set before Sam loses his shirt.”

Dean cackled. “Sweaty bastard, even with all the box fans.”

He pulled them onto the freeway and wedged in where he could amongst the chaos, careful to leave breathing room for his girl.

“When you’re all done with that, we can talk Bela at the shows. I’m guessing you meant you want her backstage and easily seen from the audience and all that?”

“Pretty much, but also what works around what she’s doing. She can’t exactly tour with you guys, but we gotta make it look like she’s doing her damndest to.”

You spent a few minutes going through your notifications while Dean turned up the radio a bit to keep him occupied through the stop and go traffic. Must be a game somewhere, he thought passingly.

“So, uh—- how much longer do you think we gotta do this act? Seems like I’m looking pretty good these days in the eyes of the public. And if you’re sure Meg’s article will be good press—”

You put down your phone and turned on the bench seat to lean your arm along the back of it, putting Dean entirely in your focus. He swallowed and looked back at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Where’s this coming from? I thought it was working out good with Bela?” You were trying for neutral, he could feel it. But you were upset. Or alarmed at least.

“It is— just not really sustainable for the long run. Eventually she’s gonna find somebody she actually wants to date and I’m gonna be gone for like the next year.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Bela’s aromantic, Dean. She isn’t interested in relationships at all.”

“Wait— what? That’s a thing? Chicks do that?”

You glared at him. Shit.

He licked his lips and wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans. “Okay, but people probably know that, right?”

“Yeah, but people have a way of thinking that eventually she’s gonna meet the right person and ‘settle down’.”

Dean groaned. “Are we playing up a shitty stereotype? Am I being a bad ally?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dean, shut up. You didn’t know, which I find odd, but I’ll talk to Bela about that.---- And we’re not getting graded on your allyship, because frankly that is an entirely different conversation.”

Dean closed his eyes against the accusation but got back into driver mode quick enough to remain safe. He sighed.

“Anyway, I was just curious if there is a timeline or an escape clause or something when the label won’t cut off my nuts for being officially single again.”

You turned back to face the dashboard and picked your phone back up. “I cannot believe you can’t keep it in your pants for one tour, Dean. Groupies and fucking syphilis boosters cannot be that fun.”

Dean swerved, but righted the car. 

“HEY! Nobody said anything about wanting to get my dick wet! I was just asking a question. You don’t gotta be shitty about it.”

Dean swallowed back his retort about not needing easy hook ups because Bela was more than on board for helping fill that particular outlet, but he had already dug himself into a hole tonight.

He inhaled and worked on calming himself down. He realized he was more hurt than anything, that that’s where your mind went for his reasoning. 

That was how you saw him.

He wasn’t a dog, not anymore at least. And if he had been for the few years after Jo’s death, it was something he had to get himself through. He should not feel ashamed for enjoying life. 

But apparently somewhere along the line you’d grown a superiority complex.

Your opinion shouldn’t matter. He only had to answer to himself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t didn’t equal doesn’t.

Which made him feel even more pathetic.

Tagging:

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Chapter 23: Furia

[aragarna]

Hello ! I'd like to report a complaint please. Against you, actually. Yes, yes... Why, Oh why, did you have to reblog stuff from Forever ? And why in the name of ever-freaking-love did I ever see it ? WHYYYY ???!!! -> .... All this written before the arrow is me watching and falling in love with a show THAT WAS CANCELLED AFTER ONLY ONE SEASON !!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ?!!! ... Yes, I'm a bit emotional about it, sorry, and I didn't know who to complain to, and considering I watched it because of you, well... I needed to let some steam off... Sorry, also a bit not sorry ! xD Although I'm having fun complaining (on est français ou on l'est pas :P), I'm also grateful, because I really like the show and the pitch, and ABE and HENRY !! An old man being the son of a "young" immortal man ? Yes, please ! Anyway, I'm new in a dead (?) fandom and I'm grateful and full of rage. Thank you for letting me rent here (not that you had any choice in the matter, poor soul. xD). And thank you for your tumblr ! Have a nice day !

Me going from

to

XD

Funny little brain, indeed LOL

Also, the fandom isn't as dead as you think! (or maybe I just specialize in micro-fandoms)

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

um anyways so my brother is watching *shudder* fate and made the grave mistake of calling it a good show within my presence (honestly did he learn nothing from shadow and bone🙄) so of course i had to follow him around the apartment for seven minutes and rant about the gross, grotesque even, disservice netflix did to winx club.

first off, the world. what the fuck happened to magix? netflix what did you do to my house?! the best appeal to winx club was fairies and magic existing in a technologically advanced world that is usually almost always found in sci-fi. magix having flying cars and hover bikes and phones that make earth tech look ancient (thx tecna), and fucking laser guns subverted bloom’s expectations! she thought she would see dragons and wands and wizards because that’s what fairy tales consist of on earth AND IT MAKES SENSE BECAUSE EARTH’S MAGIC WAS DEPLETED BY THE WIZARDS OF THE BLACK CIRCLE AND FAIRY TALES WOULD REMAIN THE SAME WHILE THE REST OF THE DIMENSIONS ADVANCED! they took away magix for some harry potter, dark aesthetic vibe FOR WHAT!? where’s the color! where’s the joy, the whimsy?! bloom had fun when the girls took her around magix because it wasn’t what she expecteeedddd! the otherworld (how creative😒) is just like every other run of the mill magical world with dark secrets, cold stone castles, and mind-numbing rigidity. alfea was blue and pink and bright, and ya killed her for some hogwarts copycat, thx a lot.

next up, the most heinous crime in my opinion, bloom and stella’s relationship. ooooh i’m bout to tweak in this bitch. i watched the show’s like first 3 eps and remember nothing but bloom and stella’s relationship is not at all the same. they’re the best friends ok. the best friends. bloom saved stella from knot, she transformed for the first time thinking she was saving stella’s ring from the trix, stella was the one who introduced her to everything. they’re each other’s defenders. stella helped bloom when she was struggling becoming domino’s princess. if bloom committed murder via arson stella’s helping her hide the body. and what did netfucks do to this beautiful friendship? made them adversaries over a guy😐 sky of all ppl, that bland blonde, “mr. i’ll pursue a relationship with a girl that knows nothing about intergalactic politics and won’t know i’m engaged” ALSO keeping on track with their “change things that subvert expecations” netflix made stella into the exact type of character winx did not. this popular princess, fairy of the sun, is a mean bitchy girl? oh who would’ve thought, no one saw that coming. netflix you owe me compensation

NEXT! um where are my magical girl transformations😐 winx club the magical girl show, with magical girl transformations and banger music (harmonix has the best song fight me). what is this hand waving magic in civillian clothes nonsense. GIVE BLOOM HER SPARKLY BLUE CROP TOP AND GOLD WINGS NEOWWWW. glad the show is cancelled now tho cuz i don’t wanna see how they would’ve butchered enchantix

NEXT! the trix. oh my favorite witches. why why whyyyy would they make all three of them into one person and then apparently (according to my brother he’s terrible at describing shows tho so idk) SHE BECOMES GOOD? NO! the trix are meant to foil the winx. how neither group gives up but one fight to save the world while the other fights to destroy it. how both groups are sisters if not in blood. icy darcy and stormy did not serve cunt in season one to get meshed into some frankensteinian mess because netflix wanted to reboot a beloved kid’s show and then took way all the things that made it beloved😐

and finally, valtor. yes valtor or baltor depending on which version you grew up with. um what they did to him. who the fuck is sebastian and why is he in a baseball cap. valtor terrorized the world in a purple coat and luscious hair that he maintains with his carefully curated 22 step routine. he would NOT wear plain bland clothes with a baseball cap. BLASPHEMY!

anyways, yea netflix i hope you’re haunted by the dragon flame

[cantpickafandomtbh]

no cuz why did lockwood and co have to get cancelled??? i need moreeeee

i mean yes i’m gonna go and read the books (i didn’t know the books existed until after watching the series) but I WANT ANOTHER SEASON PLEASE WHYYYY

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Haven

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[I don't remember this much beyond a) it being one of my favorite s1 eps and b) Ishim being in it.  Heads-up.  Also, this episode is brought to you by me procrastinating on work and Jezebel eating ice cream… you can see which of us is living the high life :)]  

☠️☠️☠️☠️  [NORMAL]  That’s what I was wondering  [NORMAL PULLING A RHONDA HURLEY???]  YESSSS

Poor Logan  [I knowwww]

[That was a very malicious gesture with the gas, just saying… She looked like she was gonna set fire to him aksdjf]

MAX!  EMPATHY!!!   HE JUST GOT STUCK IN A WHEELCHAIR; MAYBE DON’T GET PISSY THAT HE DOESN’T FEEL LIKE GOING HIKING

[Ma'am just wants s'mores; she doesn't care about Logan alskdjf]  I sometimes wonder…. Did they not realize how unlikable she would be if they made her so angsty  [I think they think this is what being a "tough woman" is… They outright call it "girlpower" later]  Ooooof

[Oh, look, Jace's baby]

Also Logan says I didn’t say I was canceling… But… but.  You kinda did 🤣🤣🤣

[btw, I knew Ishim from Intelligence before I knew him in Supernatural, which is why I remember him from this despite not having seen that episode when I first watched this season]

NOW HE’S TALKING IN CIRCLES

[I TOLD YOU SHE JUST WANTED S'MORES]

OH NO!  The rednecks!  [THIS FEELS LIKE THE SPN EP!  With the Croatoan virus.  Where Dean's looking out the front window at the blockade?]  Yeah, strong SPN vibes

Creepy kid  [I was just typing that alskdfj]  Gotta love it

ITS TONY AND KATE  [ALSKDJF WHERE'S THE IGUANA]

This damn kid… The kid’s the iguana

“Gimme my money”

[Technically, Max, you can still get s'mores on an Eyes Only mission]

["Eighteen restless spirits waiting for you to avenge their deaths" Ummmm SPN vibessss!  Also.  Let's shout about the corrupt cops while the corrupt cops could be listening… GENIUS]

The scene cut whiplash tho

[*aggressively bites marshmallow*]

Creepy kids like… creepy adult

Bitch I just said my aunt’s a doctor

[Ma'am spilling Manticore secrets to a bby :(  She gonna get him killed]  DOES SHE REALLY?  [I don't know…  I doubt it, but probably not for lack of trying, I see.]

This kid looks familiar 🤔🤔🤔

[Whyyyy is Logan on his own in Creepy, Creepertown?]  Cause he is a strong independent man  [Logan.  This isn't going well.]

He has arriveddd  [Yup!]  OH MY GOD HES SO YOUNG  [I KNOW.]  AND EQUALLY CREEPY

[Oof, My Bloody Valentine vibes tho]  ☠️☠️

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 aw man look at that… How quickly he noticed something wrong

[Well, at least they didn't pull out Logan's pool skills only for s2 jealousy reasons]

Ninja gf to the rescue!  (I thought she didn’t notice at first)  [ikr]

SAME, BARTENDER DUDE!  that would be me

“How did my screwed-up genetics become about you?” When you made it about him???  [MA'AM, EMPATHY]

 I still loveeee her hairrrr… Ack

Who is this kiddddd?

– – – 

Wench: I think it was the kinda-surreal, definitely-creepy vibes of this ep that made me remember it so fondly... tbh, it's definitely living up to my memory.  Forgot Max was so annoying in it, though, because it was overshadowed by last ep

Jezebel: I swearrr this episode is giving me whiplash… Like, even down to Max’s attitude.  She starts on something and it’s like oh, boy, here we go, but then she backpedals, and then goes full bitch again, and then apologizes.  And I’m like!! EITHER COMMIT TO BITCHDOM OR STOPPPP BITCHINGGG

Wench: s2 is gonna be funnnnn

Jezebel: *sigh* this show and circles.  Also this kid looks so familiar 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Wench: lkjasdflkj you and the kid… Go look him up then!

Jezebel: Idk but he was in an ep of spn too

Wench: Which?

Jezebel: “Party on Garth”

Wench: Huh.  No clue but good to know

Jezebel: Lol.  And the creepy vibe is amazing and a nice change

Wench: Seee!?!??!  I'm telling you, that's why I remembered it.  This is my favorite non-ep-17 s1 episode, and that vibe is why.

Jezebel: But yeah I think that’s all I have. Except omg them tipping that wheelchair over pissed me offfffff

Wench: See what I mean, though, by them just.  leaving Logan's depression behind?  

Jezebel: YESSSS UGH

Wench: Like, it's coming up, but only in a "oh, they're fighting" way.  Not a "he just lost something important to him for the second time; he deserves adjustment" way.  Definitely not a "he considered ending things last episode" way.

Jezebel: I HATE IT! Like I get that was just a plot point for the episode but tbf that’s not a plot point you should use for just one ep.  That’s too heavy and too real.

Wench: And it's an issue that, like, actually affects people?  And requires serious work to overcome?  It.  Bugs me.  That it's just a minor thing that gets blurred past.  You know what I mean.

Jezebel: Now granted back then shit was different and triggers weren’t concerns in media. But still I fully get it

Wench: Yup.  Ready to go on, though?

Jezebel: Yes!

– – – 

[Not the tip-over joke.  Also… Bruh, why are y'all leaving the door open and unlocked]

They misheard the pulse as the purge

“I don’t know anything.”  I just came to yell with you a moment

[Ishim be back]  Ishim always be being an asshole  [He's decent in Intelligence]

Oh shittttt. Buddy needs the girl to kick his ass again

“Nothing.”  Buddy. Why didn’t you wipe your nose

Oooooof plot twisttttttt

[THE GRAVE DIGGING?!!?!? WE ARE IN AN SPN EP!  Where's the salt?  And the gasoline?]

PLOT TWISSSST

[These people (Max/Logan) be kinda stupid]  ☠️☠️☠️  [That was kinda obvious ngl]  SPN would have been a very short show had it been these two  [Why, 'cause they'd die?]  Yes ☠️

[Y'all, seriously?  You couldn't clear the environment?  MAX HAS SUPER-HEARING; SHE DIDN'T BOTHER TO MENTION THE KID EAVESDROPPING?]  ☠️☠️☠️

Ishim’s so smol  [asdflkjaldkfj he really do be… He's so short compared to the others 😭]  I know!  [They're gonna think you're impersonating me with that emoji]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[ISHIM CONTINUES TO BE SMOL]  So smol. So angry  [HE'S LIKE HALF THE OTHER DUDE'S HEIGHT ALSKDFJLAKDSJF]

Well shit

Child.  You be a child

Creepy bby kid

LOGAN, MOVE THE CHILD AWAY FROM THE WINDOW

[btw, I TOLD you the gas was gonna be used for arson]  ☠️☠️☠️

Is this the last time her seizures are this bad?  [I think so.  I don't remember them coming up again]

Oooof, he ded

This damn show... Bruh… Violent af

[Poor Logan, goodness]  WELL SHIT

WELP

SHORT MAN CAN’T GET CLOTHESLINED… But it’ll take out his eyeballs

He favors Willem Dafoe

[Max going: "Appreciate her or I'll steal her; I don't have a mom"]  ☠️☠️☠️ but she got a Logan she just doesn’t appreciate him

No.  She.  Didn’t.  [Ma'am.  “It’s good to know that when the superhero’s otherwise occupied, the sidekick’s ready to step in.”  How is that your definition of a nice thing to say?]  This woman-

– – –

Wench: We haven't had JamPony content in agessss :(

Jezebel: I KNOW.  AND MORE CLOSING CIRCLES Ackkkkk

Wench: I think those go away in s2?  Think?  But the intro gets a monologue that... might be worse

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Ohhhh no spinning baby and angst talk! 😭😭😭  Lord help me

Wench: It's baddddd.  But anyway... endpoint!

Jezebel: Just like with the heavy topic of the last ep being pushed under the rug… Max’s seizures just suddenly reappearing only to not be mentioned again…. Will be equally as annoying

Wench: I always wanted them to show up in s2 because other transgenics show up.  Other transgenics who likely weren't told about their tryptophan deficiency.  And yeah, maybe not all of them have it, but we know the X5s do, so Alec, Biggs, and the other X5s should have had some kind of scene about that imo.  

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: It would have been nice if it made her confront the relative comfort of her life, tbh.  Because she at least knows all this stuff about herself and Manticore, whereas the others are literally thrust into the deep end without warning,and all because she decides to take down Manticore and act like she didn't cause any problems.  Is it likely?  Nah.  Would it have been nice?  Yeah

Jezebel: Yeah that’s fair!!

Wench: Anyway, go on.

Jezebel: It feels like they either got bored with the seizure storyline.  Or it was too much to keep up with on top of the other story lines.  But then this being the ep AFTER Logan’s heavy ep… they needed to make him the hero even from the chair… and to do that she had to be down and out.

Wench: I could be wrong about them dropping it, btw.  But I don't remember it coming back.

Jezebel: Fair… But it also hasn’t been in like the past 4 eps… or more

Wench: This is true

Jezebel: So yeah it seemed so out of the blue.  Also what was the point of these people killing this family?  I know they said but I didn’t catch it and I’m like….

Wench: Basically... racism

Jezebel: Ahhhh 💔💔💔💔

Wench: When the Pulse hit, everyone blamed "outsiders.”  And that family had gas and food when everyone else didn't.  So the townsfolk came to the "obvious" conclusion that they knew what was gonna happen and shored up on supplies ahead of time.  Thus, they attacked.

Jezebel: Ahh 💔💔 that’s fucked

Wench: Yeah.  I don't think that storyline ever returns either.  Other than that, the Pulse basically isn't addressed.  They use it as worldbuilding, but don't do much by way of development with it.  Again: I think.  It's been a bit since I saw these episodes

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Plot holessss.  Gotta love em

Wench: BUT!  Plus side!  One more episode 'til Ben :)  And next episode is OC-heavy

Jezebel: BUT SAD?!  ACK!

[adelle-ein]

my blood results show medically significant dehydration AGAIN and i'm realizing how out of control my not-drinking issues have gotten. i'm having just enough water to function, basically. i'm a little bit thirsty most of the time and i just. won't. drink. i am thirsty right now there is a cup of water within reach and i am NOT DRINKING IT and i don't know whyyyy. the very act of drinking has become unpleasant and something to avoid. and like, i can't just drink other things. i loathe juice and energy drinks, i choke on carbonation, i can't have dairy and i don't like drinking oat/nut milks straight. i only like heavily diluted lemonade. and now water tastes bad and drinking in general just FEELS bad, the thought of it makes me feel ill. i can only tolerate drinking at meals basically and i can't just eat all day in order to drink! i know one factor was that they did mandatory apartment renovations and replaced my fridge with a worse one that has no dispenser or filter for ice/water, so it's a hassle to get ice and the water is unfiltered and tastes lousy. but i got a brita pitcher and....it's hard to lift and doesn't help. the problem predates the fridge though it just accelerated it. (also it's a fridge you have to bend down to get into and with fibro and vertigo it's just hell to use but that's a rant for another day)

i'm not a picky eater, beyond not being able to have dairy i eat most things, i'm a picky drinker.....i worked really hard to not be a picky eater but i never. worked on drinks. bc i thought water was enough. but now water is Bad

the kicker is that kidney stones run in my family and my dad has severe ones and i absolutely cannot let this continue or i am risking severe health problems and i'm STILL NOT DOING IT and i don't know why. it's horrible. i feel like a child lmao

anyway all of this to say that i think getting a really good water bottle that meets all my incredibly demanding specifics would be helpful. but the specifics are insane. straw style, no "bad" textures (there are many bad textures), dishwasher safe, not too big or too small, not heavy (i can't lift shit bc fibro), ideally "cute" to help motivate me to use it, leakproof, easy and fast to assemble......i'm in shopping hell rn trying to find something. why are all the straws SILICONE. i am not putting squishy in my mouth! gross!!!!

basically my sensory issues may be slightly out of control. i genuinely don't know what they are, if it's an ocd thing or i have something else undiagnosed, but they've pretty much gone ignored. i've had them my whole life but the last few years have gotten crazy. had to revamp my wardrobe, cut off my hair, the whole nine yards just to function. i only wear a mask in crowded or otherwise super-important situations because i can't tolerate it anymore when it used to be unpleasant but fine....i had to throw out all my pants.....i need noise canceling headphones all the time but they also hurt my ears and i can't tolerate earplugs at all........it SUCKS. sucks. i'm 26. this was not a problem when i was 6. i feel like i'm just going backwards and i'm sad about it.

[eldritchwaffless]

I recently finished Transformers Animated and like WHYYYY WAS IT CANCELED IT WAS LEGIT SO FREAKIN GOOOD ;-; I would have loooved another season omfg, I loved pretty much all of the characters and how they're depicted, like the starscream clones (like omfg Ramjet always lying was legit funny as hell) I love the craziness of Blitzwing and how scary and calm Megatron is!!! Sari is probably one of the best human character in all of the transformers shows and this show gave us Bulkhead (at least how he's depicted today) and motherfuckin LOCKDOWN!! Like this show was clearly made by people who truly cared about the franchise whyyy did it have to be cancelled?? ;-;

[saanphoenix]

I love calling Spectrum to cancel my sub because I have moved to a location that they don't service, and when I tell the fella I need to disconnect, he goes, "Whyyyy?" with the tonal inflection of a cartoon character narrowing their eyes in suspicion.

To be fair, he did have to search for me via address in one program and then find the account info and put that into another address because I couldn't remember my phone number from 10 years ago, so. :)

Shout out to Doug. You were a real one.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

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[kuiinncedes]

SEBASTIAN CAN GO FUCKING FUCK HIMSELF

[bettysgay]

A lyric analysis of Sad Beautiful Tragic by Taylor Swift but it's about Hannigram

I'm not going over every lyric cuz of course they all don't fit and it repeats but stay along for the ride, this really hits all the marks for Hannigram and I think I broke halfway through.

"Long handwritten note deep in your pocket"

Immediately, the first line reminds me of Hannibal and his silly little handwritten letters, esp of course the one he sends to Jack after Bella's death, which is then given to Will.

"words, how little they mean when you're a little too late"

The second line is about when Will says he forgives Hannibal for everything. Hannibal struggles with how to deal with this and of course tries to get rid of this problem in his own cannibalistic way but we love our meow meow <3

"good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait"

For three whole years Hannibal sits in the BSHCI just waiting for Will to need him again because Will is the one thing in his life that he loves more than anything else. Fuck I feel lonely.

"cuz we had a beautiful magic love there"

*through sobs and sniffles* um yeah they did

"what a sad beautiful tragic love affair"

*bawling now* WHYYYY IS THIS SHOW CANCELLED WHYYYYY

"in dreams I meet you in warm conversation"

Idk if it's exactly warm conversation but Will's dreams about Hannibal, or the wendigo, or both just have to be mentioned with this lyric. And have I headcanoned that Will also dreams about Hannibal in a sweet way? maaaybe

"we both wake in lonely beds in different cities"

ok so this SCREAMS early s3 (even though Hannibal is with Bedelia at this time shussshhhh). I can just imagine Will missing Hannibal, alone in his house with nothing but a scar. And Hannibal, wandering around trying to find some echo of Will in another person (we all know who).

"and time is taking its sweet time erasing you"

gOD just thinking about Hannibal drawing Will over and over and over again while at the BSHCI just so he can keep his face memorized is painful. AND WHEN HE DOES IT WITH THE PAINTING IN FLORENCE AH. But time could never erase the marks they have left on each other, physical and emotional.

"and you've got your demons and darlin' they all look like me"

THE FUCKING WENDIGO SHDVAGDVGADFS. The way Hannibal fuses with Will's mental representation of evil and yet Will misses him and yearns for him GOD this fucking ship.

"distance, timing, breakdown, fighting"

The fucking season 2 finale. The way if they had met earlier in their lives maybe it would have been different. The way they betrayed each other in a way they knew would hurt the most, the way only divorced couples do. The way no matter how much Will denies it to himself, he knows he hates being without Hannibal. They aren't truly themselves without one another.

"what a sad beautiful tragic love affair"

GUYS IM CRYING AGAIN FUUUUCK THIS SHIP

anyways I hope you liked me slipping into madness and if you've seen any hannigram edits to sbt pls send them my way <333