#yap sesh number 3

[npdzane]

Zane and Pixal talking for hours and hours while she was in his head...

I Imagine Pixal cant rest if Zane isn't, and Zane cant pick up on certain things his body needs (he doesn't notice he's tired until passing out, doesnt realize he needs repairs until it starts to slow him down drastically, etc) so he rarely rests. Which leaves Pixal almost always exhausted.

But Zane doesn't notice, he's more focused on the fact he has Pixal to talk to 24/7! Pixal, his favorite person, is available to talk to all the time?? A dream come true for Zanes attached ass! If Pixal is there all the time, he can't worry about her leaving or getting hurt! And he's just so excited about this that he can't help but constantly try to start up conversation with her, to the point where he's talking to her more than anyone else. He is dependent on her being there to talk to. Dependent on her.

It gets to a degree where the other ninja forget Zane is even there sometimes, he's too busy constantly thinking and talking to/about Pixal. He misses out on training, missions, maintenance checks, it all causes him to slowly deteriorate (physically and mentally).

He gets anxious when Pixal isn't responding and panics. Sometimes this happens during a mission and it ends up distracting him enough for an enemy to attack him. His voice starts glitching more often from being overused. He needs more repairs because of the neglect he's done to himself.

But Pixal doesn't say anything, she doesn't tell him to rest, to calm down, to let her be alone for just a day or so (which..is impossible in their situation technically), anything. She doesn't set up any boundaries because she believes she owes it to him. Zane gave her half his heart, and with that, gave her the ability to feel and think for herself. He saved her life. The least she could do is keep him happy, right?

[kireilien]

hiiii my scrumptious pumpkin blueberry muffin cheesecake with cherries queen !! guess who’s back again, the number one gooner to maki and occasionally yuma <3 srry for going MIA for a few days and not interacting w ur works(miss them and will be definitely having a goon session later on hehe), and also i missed yapping to u ugh school has been kicking my ass.

and also, u don’t have to answer all of my thoughts, i just needed to air them out on here and get my daily dose of yap cause i’m going insane 💔.

and kid u not, my brain has been working overtime of various thoughts and the imaginary nico with grillz eating me out(new obsession alert 🚨‼️) and now ur requests n letters are open, i can finally ramble them out before they disappear into the void of my head and never be seen or heard of ever again </3. anyways, time to yap(a lot) ! :

1- dry humping with maki AND makeout sesh like helloooo, #needthat. but likes it’s quite vanilla yk what i mean right ??? pls say yes.

2- threesome with fuma and k, also #needthat cus it’s a need to be headlocked by fumas beefy arms and railed into oblivion from the back shots he’s giving u and choking on k’s dick.

3- munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki munch taki who’s high off both from the pot and ur pussy-

4- not really a hard though but slow, vanilla sex with yuma who’s showing u all the love, affection and praise he has for u which makes u cry(imo, he a freak but… idk what caused me to think of this tbh 😭)

5- and uh… tongue piercing and grillz nico who’s a fashion designer and ur a model- *runs off*

-🐻

my delicious chiffon cake strawberry swirl lemon tangy frosting with a dollop of whipped cream on top 🐻 anon i’ve missed u sm :((( i hope school has been okay with you!!! and don’t even i WILL answer all of them

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!teamies, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, just rambling no insane tws 

1) brain so large 🐻 anon NO I GET WHAT YOU MEAN it’d go soooo hot you’re in his lap, running your clothed cunt over his clothed cock. your mouths are desperately at each other, maybe even a lil spit dragging its way to the corner of your lips. maki’s fingers are pressed into your skin at your hips as yours are fumbling with his hair. you’re both so desperate to chase your highs because at first it was just the two of you sweetly kissing after a long day, then maki decided to bite your lips to swivel his tongue into your mouth what a whore then it ended up you on top of him, grinding down and you two are just so desperate you couldn’t even take your clothes off :(( 

2) something about two older, beefy men treating you like their princess WHOOOOOWEEEEEE kei n fuma 9 and 8 year age gap isn’t that bad guys pls. but good lord fuma’s strong hips are making your legs shake and your eyes roll back, your body almost gives out. but fuma’s arm in a headlock lifting your head up just so you could gag on kei’s cock. they’re both plastering fake smiles, backhandedly praising you, “yeah you’re taking my cock like a good whore as you gag on kei’s? yeah that’s it. only a whore would be this good.” and “love how my slut gags on it. as they get fucked so deep by fuma.”

3) i talked abt this under this starri post, but taki is such a puppy. like more than maki and that says a lot! there’s a lot of sub!taki truthers on here and i honestly see it, i also see him as a service top/dom where you tell him what you need and he’ll do it. if you whine telling him that you pussy is needy for him, he nods repeatedly like a good puppy, “yeah, yeah, yeah! i can make you feel good! lemme make you feel good!” he hurriedly dives into your cunt, making it all messy, practically messily drooling over it, making it so good for you. he loves lapping at your cunt as if it’s his last and only meal. he savors it soo good :(( i 100% think he’d also cum in his pants by hearing you orgasm/tasting you alone :((( my puppy boy :((((

4) i like to think that yuma is sweet when he wants!!! ofc he’s a disgusting freak which will willingly have an assortment of sexual pleasure items from dildos to fucking nipple clamps, there’s so many times where he’s kissing you, taking things achingly slow, kissing your pretty nipples, small flicks to your cute little clit, gahhh mind all fuzzy and full of yuma cock you can’t help but cry when he’s breeding you so full :(( babbling to him how he’s making you so good, your legs and hands are trembling with so much pleasure running through your veins, it makes him bust right there again in your overfilled cunt

5) OH IM GRINNING SO WIDE 🐻 ANON DO YOU WANT HEAD HOLY FUCK you’re nicho’s model– no MUSE– that he would do anything for you to stay under his brand– everyone knows it. you, your team, him, his team, fuck even the public knows who his favorite arm candy is when he first walks out during his design runway, walking out with you on his arm, he’s beaming so widely. when one day you suddenly get worried over a show, you think you look your worst, tears are ruining the makeup the makeup artists worked so hard on, but you catch all your tears, not wanting to destroy nicho’s carefully designed work. when nicho finds you curled up in a corner, he cups your face, so concerned about his muse :(( he wants you to feel so good he doesn’t care if you “ruin” his work. he lifts up the extravagant black silk dress that he curated just for you, tucks your panties to the side and eats you out right there in the dressing room :((( the cold metal is sending you shocks, you stop crying all together only focused on his tongue IUEWGDCFBGFUAQWBUO 🐻 ANON YOURE A FUCKING GENIUS IM ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE A WORK ABT THIS HOLD ON ONCE IM DONE W THE REST OF THE LOVE LETTERS AND MY THREE FULL WORKS I’VE BEEN STALLING ON, I GOTCHU. THIS WAS SO FUCKING YUMMY.

the hashtags go fucking crazy holy shit LMFAAOAOAO

back 2 catalog

[fromdove]

heh.... heard u js finished the naturals series bb 😋😋 so......... thoughts ....

little yap sesh <3

okay okay. so i would’ve finished the series ages ago but i fell into a teensy slump during the first book because... listen. the Naturals had me in a chokehold and i got so jealous for no reason?? like michael i want you biblically. carnally. spiritually. emotionally. why are you flirting with her and not me!!!

anyway after i stopped being dramatic and stopped pacing around the house muttering “he’s mine actually,” i came back and devoured the rest of the series and it was... beautiful. just. i fell so in love with all the characters and the world and the mess. the writing was so good it made me feel deranged, and yes, the plot points confused me sometimes but i just smiled and nodded like "yes queen, i understand perfectly" (i did not).

also now i can finallyyy write fanfics about the series!! do ppl even read Naturals fic on on tumblr dot com???? is it just me & u out here in the fandom dust, whispering into the void?? who knows.

Number One: My Baby Momma, Lia.

first of all: i would let her ruin me and then write a poem about it. like YES queen manipulate me!! gaslight me with affection!! steal my wallet while we cuddle!!! i love her so much it actually makes me malfunction. HOWEVER… sometimes she does things and i’m like girl why are you being like That. but also… be like that to me specifically... and also also i remember she’s just emotionally constipated and mysterious and has cheekbones that could slice my soul in half and i forgive her. i wanna make her soup and brush her hair and be the person she finally lets her guard down for. she deserves love. she deserves me baking her little cupcakes and leaving her notes in her jacket pockets. ill clean for her. read to her until she falls asleep. i’ll kiss her forehead and lips and never ask too much questions. i will love her with devotion only found in tragic poetry.

Sloane my beloved: my sweet analytics angel. my crunchy numbers cupcake. she owns my heart. she is the only exception to my “no one is allowed to be smarter than me” rule. MY BABY. my babiest baby. she can do no wrong. i want to listen to her ramble about the statistics of shark attacks while we fall asleep in a blanket fort. i want to build her a cozy reading nook and label it with a pie chart of our love. i want to build her ikea furniture and listen to her calculate probability while i hand her screws.

but ok. when she says “according to my calculations” i do flinch a little. it’s giving “quirky disney side character” sometimes. but that’s not her fault!! i blame the mouse. i blame sitcoms. i love her deeply, math cringe and all. also her dad sucks and aaron deserved better. my poor girl.

Michael Townsend, my actual husband: he’s insufferable. he's flirtatious. he's confusing. he’s mine. i want to be the one he calls when the world gets loud. i want to drag him out of his self-loathing and into my arms. i want to kiss his stupid sarcastic mouth and then make fun of him for the way he eats pasta. i will scream at him and then kiss him immediately after. he’s ridiculous. he’s perfect. i love him so much. i want to take him on quiet lil dates and hold his hand and tell him dumb jokes. also he’s hilarious. agent starmans deserves a medal just for dealing with his antics. the mooning dare?? i blacked out. i had to close my laptop for a second. also. thatcher townsend? prison. he can choke. actually.

Cassie (miss main character): can i be honest? i was so jealous of her in the beginning. like i wanna be in ur place aaah. but then i kept reading and fell in love with her. she became my girl. like actually my girl. my soldier. my heartbreak. the things she’s been through? the layers?? THE TRAUMA???? my heart is a little bandaged-up plushie when it comes to her. if she and her mum had just waited five more seconds i might have known peace. she’s been through so much. she’s strong and soft and sad and brave and i just want to wrap her in a weighted blanket and tell her everything’s gonna be okay. her baby sister? pain. her mom? i cried. i think her mother had D.I.D.? maybe. either way, ouch. i have such a huge soft spot for her. let me make you some cupcakes. cookies. brownies. let me fucking cuddle the shit outta u baby come hereee

Dean: ugh. my soft boy. dean is so tired and so lovely. so emotionally mature in a way. his blond hair and his big brown eyes? i know they’re warm. don’t tell me he has his father’s eyes because his are way gentler. canon. i wanna be there when he’s hurting. i wanna clean up his knuckles and kiss him on the forehead and tell him he’s safe now. i will give him 400 children. he deserves everything gentle. everything warm. i would knit this man a sweater. i would bake him cinnamon rolls. i would write his name in the fogged-up bathroom mirror just because i miss him while i’m showering. like. i’m not normal about him. sometimes he says something all low and gravelly and i’m like. okay. ruin me then??? he’s quiet (love a man who shuts the fuck up sometimes lmao) but when he does speak it matters. i bet he still gets all shy when you kiss his cheek eheheheheh help me wtf

also, daniel redding? rot. in that fucking cell you piece of actual shit.

Celine Delacroix (celine dion): so at first i was like “ma’am why did you fake your disappearance???” but then she started showing up all sparkly and i was like yk what?? diva behavior. slay. theatrical. ART. iconic. show stopping. peak. god forbid women have hobbies like?? i support women’s wrongs. i’ve decided to respect it. also if she makes sloane happy, she’s perfect in my book. i love her so much like get me pregnant pls.

Agent Briggs: why do i have a crush on him. he’s meant to be a dad figure and yet my brain said “daddy??” i am deeply mentally ill. and deeply in love. why do i have a crush on him. he’s a father figure. and yet. the daddy issues jumped OUT. i don’t wanna talk about it.

Agent Sterling: same situation. she’s meant to be mom-coded. nurturing. guiding. and yet. i find myself staring. and spiraling. and then immediately feeling guilty. i love her. but also… mommi? she’s supposed to be maternal. and yet. and yet. something in me short circuits. like why do i want her to scold me softly and then give me tea. i need help. i feel disgusting

Judd: sir. asking if cassie’s grandma is single at her mom’s funeral is wild behavior. it had me sobbing and laughing. like bro. read the room. but also... i adore him. he’s so ride-or-die and protective and warm. very grandpa-coded. i wanna knit him a hat. and a scarf. and an ugly christmas sweater. he's grumpy and loyal and would 100% kill for the kids. 12/10 would trust him to fight a man for me at a grocery store.

what i'm reading rn: not that anybody gaf • the brothers hawthorne • caraval series (then ouabh. reading the stephanie gerber universe) • the raven boys (book 1 rn) • boys of tommen (book 1 rn but almost finished) • shatter me (giving it another chance. was cornball the first time but i have hope) • hollow boys • rereading the cruel prince universe bc jude and cardan and my babies i would fucking die for them. • shadow and bone (gonna dive into the whole grishaverse)

anyway. sorry for the long yap. i just love my little murder mystery babies so much.

pls talk to me about them. always. forever.

[heckinbiggestboy]

Weehghg

Building up my cotl au here-

Yap sesh under the cut

Had the funny idea. "Bro has 3 eyes, why not have 3 tails as well" it made logical sense.

Then I remembered that, in fact, the number of eyes does not correlate to the amount of tails in a cat...

most of the time.

But by that point it was too late already and I was already onto my next train of thought that each tail correlated to the 3 kinds of death and that they were snakes. Ya know. To make Narinder more cool here

Anyways the 3 snakes are Keres, Moros, and Thanatos, all named after the 3 Greek gods of death. Keres (Anaconda) being of violent deaths, Moros (Black Mamba) being of fated deaths, and Thanatos (Horned Snake) of peaceful deaths. Might change Horned to Cobra, dunno all I knew was I wanted a poisonous snake.

Also when I was initially designing him I had put these wraps around his neck. Thought it was cool and then also realized "Oh wait Heket already has this motif goin for her..."

Then I proceeded to ignore that, kept it on him but wanted a different reason for him to have it... its just to keep in the fluff scruff. The Ex-god of death cant be Fluffy scrunkly. Must be boney, slim evil man. (His personal thoughts)

Why not shear it? Mmm the girl conspiracy that if you shave it it grows back thicker.

[jennysamslady]

༉‧₊˚. "Echoes of the past"

Chapter 1

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC Female! Reader x Dean Winchester (Not Poly)

Word count: 9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, Reader is a baddie

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3 and this is my first time writing a series !! send some love. thanks so much for reading through my yap sesh. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Summary:A seasoned hunter with a past tied to the Winchesters, Jennifer is drawn to a chilling case in Sandpoint, Idaho—two men, two murders, and a mysterious woman at the center of it all. But just as she pieces together the puzzle, an unexpected call from John Winchester changes everything. He’s in hiding, demons are closing in, and he needs her to watch over Sam and Dean.

Tracking the brothers to Jericho, California, Jennifer is forced to confront old ghosts—both literal and personal. A sinister Woman in White lurks in the shadows, but something darker looms beneath the surface. As tensions rise and past wounds reopen, Jennifer’s nightmares whisper of a fate she refuses to name.

She’s keeping secrets. The kind that can save lives—or end them.

Sandpoint, Idaho – September 13, 2005

The sun was setting, its golden light slipping through the thin gap in the motel curtains, casting long shadows across the room. You sat on the bed, dismantling and reassembling your gun with practiced speed, your hands moving on instinct. It wasn’t just a habit—it was a competition, a silent race against yourself.

Your laptop screen flickered with grainy CCTV footage from a local bar, the common link between two recent murders. Two men, on separate nights, had killed their closest loved ones. Both claimed they did it for the love of their life—a woman they had met at that very bar. Their words had been eerily identical. That was no coincidence.

Then, you saw it. Two women in the footage, their eyes flashing unnaturally—a telltale sign of sirens. That was unusual. Sirens typically worked alone. But for a hunter at your level? It wouldn’t be a problem.

Your phone buzzed. Unknown Number. You ignored it.

It rang again. Persistent.

With a sigh, you picked up.

"Jennifer, I need you to do me a favor."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the familiar voice. John Winchester. Not surprising, but unexpected. It had been almost more than 5 years since John called you that too for a favor. You had a million questions in your mind not for him but for yourself. You expected him to call like this much later not right after it had barely been a year since sam left for college. 

"Depends on what you're asking for, John," you replied, smirking.

You had always supported Sam’s decision to leave for college—hell, you had managed to squeeze in your own degrees in anthropology and mythology while still hunting every few weeks. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t last. You had seen this moment before.

John’s voice was lower than usual, tinged with something rare—concern. "I need you to watch over Sam and Dean… I’m in hiding. I’ve got leads on the yellow-eyed demon."

You scoffed. "You mean Azazel, the said Prince of Hell? You do know he’s not the 1st prince?” Your voice carried a slight tease, but the name itself left a bitter taste in your mouth.

John hesitated. "How did y—never mind. I didn’t know any of this for a matter of fact…but… Yeah, him. Every demon’s after me, and sooner or later, Sam and Dean are gonna get caught in the crossfire. I have a feeling. Better to prepare them now."

"I know, and welcome for the free info" you said simply.

“yeah…Figured,” he muttered.

You leaned back against the headboard, watching the footage out of the corner of your eye. "So, you’re after the Colt?” Smirking since you had the lead on it more than him. Your nightmares were a much of help as much as pain. They showed you the truth…always. Of how people died what the future holds for them and to some of your close one aswell. Also leaving you with the burden of protecting them without actually telling them how it happens because you know that wont change a thing expect only you could. 

Silence. Then, finally, "…Yes."

You let out a dry chuckle. "And you’re sure this isn’t just some elaborate plan to push Dean and Sam back together?"

More silence. That told you everything.

"Yeah, figured. Sentiment’s not really your thing, huh?"

John exhaled. "You taking the job or not, kid?"

You rolled your eyes. "I’m down for it."

The call ended abruptly. A moment later, a message flashed on your screen.

" Jericho, California "

You exhaled through your nose, pushing some buttons on your phone. A trusted hunter—one of the few you called a friend—picked up. "I’m sending you my motel info. Got a siren case that needs closing."

After a brief exchange, you hung up, shoved your gear into your duffel, and grabbed your leather jacket off the bed. On your way out, you snagged a couple of Monster energy drinks and some beers for the four-hour drive.

As you took a quick break to eat, you pulled up articles on Jericho. Multiple mysterious deaths—all victims had driven their cars off an unfinished bridge. That screamed supernatural. And it meant Dean and Sam would be there.The thought of them brought back memories, ones you’d tried to keep locked away.

You remembered the first time you met Dean. You were three. And he was younger just 2 months, but it didn’t matter. You’d been inseparable. The best of friends. You two had spent hours playing, laughing, getting into trouble together. Back then, there wasn’t a day you didn’t see him by your side.

But that was a lifetime ago. None of that felt real anymore. You couldn't remember your parents—not their faces, not their voices. Just a strange blankness where they should’ve been. Your house, the one you’d lived in with them, had burned down, just a week after Mary Winchester’s house caught fire. That night, that fire—everything had changed. You hadn’t known it at the time, but in the blink of an eye, your life had been turned upside down.

Bobby had taken you in when you were just eight. You traveled with the Winchesters for three years before that, travelling with them and taking care of sam as he was awfully young at the time. You learnt the ropes, became a part of the supernatural world. A world that was far different from the one you’d known before the fire.

But when you turned sixteen, things changed again. Dean became more distant than before, pulling away from you in ways you didn’t understand. You had a stupid girl crush on him back then—thought maybe he’d notice you the way he noticed everyone else. But he didn’t. And slowly, that crushed part of you had turned into something colder. Something more guarded. Dean’s absence didn’t hurt as much anymore, but it still stung.

Shaking the thoughts away, you focused back on the road. There was no time to dwell on the past—not when there were monsters to hunt and a world that needed saving. But as much as you tried to push it down, that ache never really went away. And you knew that the moment you saw Dean again, all of those old feelings would come rushing back. But you wouldn’t let them show. Not this time. Not anymore.

~

The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of insects and the whisper of rustling trees. You pulled up near the construction site just past eleven, where the latest victim had met their end.

Then, headlights cut through the darkness.

A sleek, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala rumbled onto the scene, its low growl breaking the silence. You recognized it instantly.

Dean’s car.

Two tall figures emerged, both clad in leather. Even without seeing their faces, you knew exactly who they were.

Dean and Sam Winchester.

And they were heading straight for you.

“Hey, lady! You shouldn’t be out here so late,” the shorter one called out.

Dean.

He approached, stopping just a few feet away. As you turned to face them, recognition flickered across their faces.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted, your tone laced with sass.

Dean muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sam to hear, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sam shot him a questioning glance before stepping forward, a grin spreading across his face. “Jenny? Man, last place I thought I’d see you,” he said, wrapping you in a warm hug.

You chuckled. “Well, death follows me, so I follow death. What can I say?”

Pulling back, you glanced at Dean, who had yet to say a word. You smirked. “Hi back to you too, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped in and hugged him anyway. He stiffened for a second before sighing and melting into it, his arms wrapping around you.

“Hi, Jen,” he murmured against your ear, his voice softer than expected.

Your heart did a little flip, but you played it off with a smirk as you pulled away.

“So, I’m guessing the case brought you here?” Dean asked, slipping back into business mode.

"Not exactly," you admitted, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "Spirits are a little below my pay grade love"

Dean's brow twitched, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Sam amused. 

"Actually, I got a message that led me here. Figured it was worth checking out. And now, here I am—stuck with you two." You let out an exaggerated sigh, as if the thought of their company was pure torture.

Sam's face twisted in confusion. "You say that like it's such a bad thing to be around us."

You laughed, nudging his arm. "Relax, Sammy. I'm messing with you.”

Dean froze mid-step, snapping his gaze toward Sam, then you, then back again. Wait.

Sam didn’t even blink at the nickname. Instead, he just nodded. 

Dean’s brow furrowed. “Hold up—what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Dean gestured vaguely between you and Sam. “You just called him Sammy.”

You shrugged. “Yeah. And?”

Dean pointed at his brother. “And he let you.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward Sam. “He doesn’t let you?”

Dean scowled. “No, he doesn’t.”

Sam just shrugged. “I don’t mind when she says it.”

Dean’s expression was priceless. Like someone just told him the sky wasn’t blue. “You—you don’t mind?”

You shot Dean a smug look. “Jealous?”

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You patted his shoulder as you passed him. “You’ll get over it, love”

Dean blinked after you, then turned to Sam. “Dude, seriously?”

Sam just gave a knowing smirk and followed after you.

Dean groaned. “This is bull—”

Dean huffed, amused. Changing the topic “Well Funny, ‘cause our dad’s last known stop was here, too. Can I check the number you got that message from?” He asked extending his hand in front of you as you gave it to him already deleted your recent call interaction with the same number. 

“Thats dads number….”

That got Sam’s attention. His expression sharpened, scanning you like he was trying to piece something together. "You got any leads? Besides this bridge?"

You shrugged. "Not really. I’ll let you boys take the lead. I’ll just make sure you don’t get yourselves killed. Sound good?"

Sam raised a brow, clearly debating whether to be grateful or suspicious. "Alright then."

Dean just shook his head, smirking. "This should be interesting."

~

The night hung heavy, the distant croak of frogs and hum of insects weaving into the eerie silence near the abandoned house. The place loomed just beyond the bridge, its rotting frame barely standing against the wind. The sagging porch looked one strong gust away from collapse, and the shattered windows yawned like hollow eyes in the dark.

Dean pulled the Impala up beside your Mustang, killing the engine with a low grumble. Sam, ever the researcher, was already flipping through a worn leather notebook filled with scribbled notes and local lore. You watched as his brow furrowed in concentration, lips moving slightly as he tried to piece things together.

Dean, meanwhile, leaned against the hood of the Impala, arms crossed. He let out a deep sigh, glancing toward the house with mild irritation. “Alright, let’s go over this one more time. We got the classic Woman in White—vengeful spirit, offing unfaithful guys. Did I miss anything?”

Sam skimmed his notes again. “Yeah get this her name was Constance Welch. Lived here with her husband and kids. Supposedly went mad, drowned her children in the river, and then killed herself. Standard tragic ghost origin story.”

You tilted your head, already unimpressed. “Uh-huh. And you got all that from, what? A quick Google search?”

Dean shot you a look. “We did actual research.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Sam ignored you, flipping a page in his notebook. “We’ve got five victims so far, all guys. No sign of physical struggle, just—poof. Gone. And then their bodies show up days later, looking like they died of fright.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, so she’s luring them to their deaths. But why the bridge?”

Sam frowned, glancing toward the old structure looming in the distance. “Well, she was last seen here before she died. Maybe it’s her anchor?”

Dean let out a sharp exhale, rubbing a hand over his face. “Great. So, we torch the bridge, problem solved.”

Sam gave him a flat look. “That’s not how this works.”

Dean groaned. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Then what are we missing?”

You watched, highly amused, as they visibly struggled to put the pieces together. Sam kept flipping pages, scanning old reports and crime scene photos, while Dean tapped his fingers against the Impala impatiently.

Finally, you couldn’t help yourself. You let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching against the side of your car. “Wow. You guys are so good at this. Truly impressive.”

Dean turned to glare at you. “Alright, what’s with the smirk?”

“Oh, nothing,” you drawled, twirling your thick iron bar in your hands. “It’s just really cute watching you two work through something I figured out hours ago.”

Sam looked up, brows knitting together. “Wait, what?”

“I already solved the case.” You inspected your nails, feigning boredom. “Like, before you even got here.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah? Then why the hell are you still here?”

You smirked. “Because watching you two stumble through the mystery is way more entertaining love. ”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh, muttering something under his breath before turning back to the house. “Whatever. Just stay here and don’t get yourself killed.”

You lifted your iron bar. “Please. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Sam gave you a long, knowing glance but didn’t argue as he followed Dean toward the house.

You leaned back against your Mustang, shaking your head. This was going to be fun.

From your spot by the cars, you listened as the boys moved through the crumbling house, the floorboards groaning under their boots. Muffled voices carried through the night, their conversation breaking the eerie silence.

“This place is falling apart,” Sam muttered.

Dean snorted. “Yeah, well, it’s not like she needed a home makeover.”

You smirked, shaking your head. Same old Dean.

You shifted your grip on the thick iron bar, fingers tightening around the cool metal. Not because you were worried—you weren’t. Ghosts didn’t faze you. They were predictable, tied to their deaths and reliving their tragedies like broken records.

And Constance Welch? She was no different.

Then, right on cue, a sharp, bone-chilling scream sliced through the air.

You straightened, eyes snapping toward the house just as a blur of white darted past the shattered windows. A second later, Sam and Dean came crashing through the front door, stumbling onto the porch like a pair of rookies.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered.

Dean wiped at a fresh scratch on his face, glaring toward the house. “She’s pissed.”

“You think?” Sam huffed, brushing dust off his jacket. “We found some old newspaper clippings inside. Turns out she didn’t drown herself—her husband buried her in the basement.”

You arched a brow. “And you didn’t lead with that?”

Dean scowled. “We were getting to it.”

But you weren’t paying attention anymore.

The air shifted, dropping to an unnatural chill. Your breath curled in front of you.

“She’s coming back,” you said smoothly.

Sam stiffened. “How do you—”

Before he could finish, you moved—spinning on your heel just as Constance materialized behind them, her hollow eyes locked onto Dean.

Without hesitation, you swung the iron bar like a home run hitter, striking her mid-lunge. The impact sent her flickering like a bad signal before she was flung backward, vanishing into mist.

Dean let out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

Sam blinked at you, still trying to process what just happened. “You barely even looked phased.”

You twirled the iron bar with ease, smirking. “It’s almost like I know what I’m doing.”

Dean ignored that, glancing back at the house. “Alright, we need to burn her bones. Basement. Now.”

But you weren’t done yet.

“Not yet,” you muttered.

Dean gave you a look. “The hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?”

You took a step forward, eyes scanning the darkness. The temperature hadn’t risen yet. Which meant—

There.

You caught the flicker of movement before it happened—saw the way the shadows shifted unnaturally.

“Duck,” you ordered.

Neither of them hesitated—they dropped to the ground just as Constance lunged again, aiming straight for Dean.

This time, you didn’t even bother using the bar. Instead, you sidestepped smoothly, yanking a handful of salt from your pocket and tossing it directly at her.

She shrieked, the sound grating against your skull as she dispersed into thin air.

Sam exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t even see her that time.”

Dean shot you a wary glance. “Alright, seriously. How the hell did you know?”

You just smiled. They didn’t need to know everything.

“Lucky guess.”

Dean narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. Sam just sighed.

Dean shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s burn the damn bones before she decides to play round three.”

You twirled your iron bar again, gesturing toward the house. “Lead the way, boys.”

The next ten minutes were a flurry of movement—Dean and Sam dug through the rotting basement floor, finally unearthing Constance’s remains. You stood watch at the top of the stairs, iron bar at the ready in case she decided to show up for one last hurrah.

She did.

Constance lashed out one last time, her wailing form barreling straight toward Dean.

“Oh, hell no,” you muttered, stepping forward.

You grabbed the salt from your pocket and flung a handful at her. She shrieked, flickering violently before disappearing.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said smugly.

Dean coughed, wiping dirt from his hands. “You could’ve done that earlier.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have learned anything.”

Sam snorted, tossing the last bit of gasoline onto the bones. “Let’s just finish this.”

A single match later, flames erupted, the fire crackling as the spirit let out one final wail before vanishing completely.

Silence followed.

Dean dusted himself off. “Well, that was fun.”

Sam sighed. “Define fun.”

You grinned. “Watching you two struggle for the past hour? Very fun.”

Dean huffed. “You’re lucky we like you.”

“Oh, I know.”

With the case finally closed, the three of you made your way back to the cars, the night air no longer carrying that same eerie chill. You leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed.

Dean eyed you suspiciously. “Alright, seriously. How’d you figure it out so fast?”

You shrugged. “I pay attention.”

Sam shook his head, smiling. “Remind me never to bet against you.”

Dean groaned. “Great. She’s got a bigger head now.”

You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, Dean. My head was already plenty big before this.”

Dean just shook his head, climbing into the Impala. “This is gonna be a long night.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah. But at least it won’t be boring.”

The three of you walked back toward the cars, the night air thick with lingering tension. The fire crackled in the distance, the scent of burning wood and decay still heavy in the air. The case was over. But the conversation? Not even close.

You could feel their eyes on you—both of them trying to piece you together.

Dean was the first to speak, his voice edged with suspicion. “Alright, I’ll bite. What the hell are you really doing here?”

You exhaled slowly, brushing dust off your jacket. “I told you. Working a case.”

Sam, ever the more patient one, tilted his head. “Yeah, but why this case? Why this town? I mean, you don’t just randomly show up in the same place as us. That’s not a coincidence.”

You turned toward Sam, giving him a small, almost fond smile. “Would you believe me if I said I just had a feeling?”

His brow furrowed slightly, but there was no hostility in his expression—just curiosity. “A feeling?”

You nodded. “Call it instinct.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, sure. That’s not suspicious at all.”

Your expression hardened as you turned to face him, all traces of warmth gone. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean.”

Dean blinked, caught off guard by the sudden chill in your tone. “Okay, damn. No need to get all—”

“You’re the one demanding answers,” you cut in sharply. “I don’t see you handing any out.”

Sam sighed, already sensing the brewing tension. “Alright, alright. Let’s just—take a second, yeah?” He glanced between the two of you before settling on you. “But you’re really sticking with us? Just like that?”

Your gaze softened when you looked at him. “I want to find your dad too.”

Sam’s expression shifted—a mix of surprise and something else. Maybe gratitude. Maybe curiosity. Maybe both. “Why?”

You hesitated for a second, just enough to make it look like there was more to it than you were letting on. Then, you shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

Dean let out a dry laugh. “Oh, great. Another damn mystery.”

You ignored him completely, turning back to your '69 Mustang. It was sleek, **matte black, with a low, aggressive stance—**a car that didn’t just exist on the road; it owned it. You pulled out your phone, dialling a number.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said casually when the call connected. “Yeah, I need my car picked up. No, nothing’s wrong—I just need it taken back to my place. Yeah. Thanks.”

Hanging up, you turned back to Sam, offering him a small smile. “Looks like I’m riding with you boys for a while.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Well, I guess it’ll be good to have another person around.”

Dean leaned against the Impala, watching you with narrowed eyes. “And what? You’re just inviting yourself along?”

You met his gaze, your expression unreadable. “Looks like it.”

He scoffed. “Not even gonna ask?”

You smirked. “Would you have said no?”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, exhaling through his nose. “You’re annoying.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you deadpanned before looking back at Sam. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”

Sam smiled. “Nah, I think it’ll be nice.”

Dean threw his hands up. “Oh, so when she pulls this, it’s fine, but when I do—”

Sam shot him a look. “Dean.”

Dean sighed, muttering something under his breath. You just smirked.

As you leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed, you could already see Dean eyeing you, that signature smirk creeping onto his face.

“So, Jen,” he started smoothly, stepping closer, “since you’re riding with us, I gotta ask—are you gonna be able to handle being stuck in close quarters with me?”

You didn’t even look up. “I’ll survive.”

Dean chuckled, unfazed. “You sure? ‘Cause, y’know, some people find me irresistible after a while.”

You glanced at him, deadpan. “Lucky for me, I’m not ‘some people.’”

Sam snorted, clearly enjoying the show.

Dean put a hand over his chest, feigning deep offence. “Ouch. That one actually hurt a little.”

You smirked. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Dean perked up. “I mean—”

“No love” You turned away before he could finish, fighting the grin threatening to break through.

Dean exhaled, muttering, “You’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Sam shook his head, amused, and you turned to him with a smile. “You good, Sammy?”

he just nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You were talking to the guy here for your car talking to him in a distance. “Well then I guess there is no reason for me to be with you now dean you got her you both can probably find dad without me…” sam spoke after a long silence

“Yeah but its dad sam….ill drop you off to say bye to your girl whoever she is…”dean says. Sam nodded.

You drove for another 14 hours back to Stanford fighting for which music to be played.

~

Sam stepped into his apartment after a long day of hunting with Dean, his thoughts weighed down by the decision he had just made. He’d agreed to join his brother on the road, leaving behind the life he had carefully started to build. The door clicked shut behind him, and the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the soft hum of Jessica moving around the kitchen.

"Hey, you're home early," she greeted, her voice warm as she smiled and walked toward him.

Sam managed a small smile in return, but the heaviness in his chest made it feel forced. "Yeah, just wanted to check in before—"

His words were cut off as she leaned in and kissed him, the warmth of her touch grounding him. He didn’t want to pull away, but reality loomed.

“I’m sorry, Jess,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. “But I’ve got to go.”

Her smile faltered, her brows furrowing slightly. “I know. I don’t get it, Sam. You’re leaving... and I don’t understand why.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, the tiredness in his eyes matching the sadness in his heart. "I don’t understand it either, but I have to go. I’ve got to help Dean."

Her expression softened, her hands finding his, holding on tightly as if trying to keep him there, keep him safe. "I’ll be here when you get back. Just… don’t keep running forever, Sam. You’ve got a life here."

Before Sam could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Dean—another reminder that the family business always called him back.

“I’ll be back soon,” Sam said, his voice firm but lacking conviction. "We’ll figure this out."

Jessica watched him, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else—fear—but Sam, lost in his own turmoil, didn’t notice. He gave her one last fleeting look before heading out the door, his mind already a thousand miles away.

~

Outside, you stood by the Impala, your arms crossed, arguing with Dean about the case.

“I’m telling you, Dean, we’re missing something,” you insisted, frustration seeping into your voice as you tapped your foot. "We’re not looking in the right places."

Dean, his patience wearing thin, crossed his arms and leaned against the car. “You don’t think I know that? We’ve been chasing our tails all day. If you’ve got a better idea, let’s hear it.”

You shot him an exasperated look. "We need to think bigger. Your theory is too small."

Dean rolled his eyes, clearly done with the conversation. "Great. Now we’re getting all philosophical. What next, a séance?"

You were about to snap back at him when suddenly, everything shifted. The air, heavy and charged, felt wrong—suffocating even. You stopped mid-sentence, your senses on high alert.

“Dean… do you smell that?”

Dean frowned, looking around. “Smell what? The way you’re turning this into some drama?”

“No, seriously. I smell fire.”

Dean snorted, dismissing it. “Fire? Nah. There’s no fire—”

But as soon as he said it, both of you froze. The scent of burning—smoke, scorched wood—hit your noses, unmistakable and sharp.

You and Dean exchanged a quick glance.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, you both sprinted toward the Impala, adrenaline kicking in. Dean’s foot slammed on the gas, the car roaring to life as you tore through the streets, your mind racing. You didn’t need to say it aloud; you both knew exactly what had happened.

When you arrived, the building was already engulfed in flames. Sam’s apartment—the one where he had been building a life with Jessica—was being consumed by the fire. Without hesitation, you threw open the car door and bolted toward the building, the heat from the blaze already intense against your skin.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he ran ahead.

You followed, your heart pounding as smoke billowed from the windows. Through the thick haze, you could see the shape of someone moving inside.

"Sam!" you shouted again, louder this time, your voice cracking.

Dean didn’t waste a second. He slammed his shoulder into the door, breaking it down with ease, and the two of you rushed in.

The smoke inside was thick, almost impenetrable. You could barely see through the haze. But then you saw him—Sam’s unconscious form, slumped against the door, barely breathing.

“Grab him!” Dean yelled at you.

You didn’t hesitate. You reached for Sam, pulling him from the flames with Dean’s help, the heat and smoke almost unbearable. But adrenaline surged through you, fuelling your every move. Sam’s body felt limp in your arms, but his pulse was there, faint and erratic.

“Jess... where’s Jess?” Sam mumbled, his voice barely audible, his confusion cutting into you like a knife.

You froze. The question hung in the air—where was Jessica? The fire had been set with her still inside. You didn’t need confirmation to know it was true. Sam’s face was pale, his eyes clouded with disbelief. But you knew, deep down, that she was gone.

Dean didn’t answer, his face hard as he threw Sam’s arm over his shoulder, helping him toward the door. You followed, your mind racing with the implications. You couldn’t ignore it anymore. The events, the fire, Jessica’s death—it all pointed back to something far more sinister. Azazel. The demon who had been manipulating events from the shadows.

But you didn’t voice it. Not yet. You kept your face blank, hiding the depth of your thoughts. This wasn’t the time to confront Sam. Not when he was in this state.

The three of you got into the Impala. The ride was dead silent except for the occasional hitching breath from Sam, still in shock. Dean had his jaw clenched tight, and you couldn’t help but feel the same wave of grief and helplessness but it didn’t affect you much after what you’ve been through. It was merely a drop in water in a ocean full of it. 

The road stretched ahead of you, but it felt like the world was closing in. You’d seen a lot in your life and this wasn’t any different from the time Mary Winchester died…..After hours of driving, you pulled into a motel, the lights flickering in the distance.

Dean was the first to break the silence. “I’ll take the first watch,” he muttered. “You need anything, Sam?”

Sam didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, as if he hadn’t even heard Dean.

You looked at Sam and then back at Dean, offering a quiet, reassuring smile. “Let me take him. Get some rest.”

Dean nodded, though his eyes were filled with concern for his brother. “Alright. Just don’t let him wander off, okay?”

You didn’t answer at first. Instead, you gently helped Sam out of the car, guiding him toward the motel room.

~

It was 3 a.m. You couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights where the nightmares came, sharp and relentless, and you didn’t want to drag anyone else into that darkness. The Winchesters were both asleep in their respective rooms, peaceful in the kind of sleep you hadn’t had in years.

You didn’t want to wake them, but you couldn’t sit still either. So, you buried yourself in work, flipping through cases, searching for something to focus on. You were handling cases across the U.S., the ones others couldn’t, but you had your reasons for staying out of the limelight. You weren’t known by your real name; to most, you were just "The Night Fang" or "The Reaper of Hell" You’d killed nearly a hundred Hellhounds, and you were damn good at it. You kept it a secret from everyone, except for Bobby Singer, the closest thing you had to a father, and Jake Wyler, your Bestfriend who had become more like family.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. You glanced at the screen—it was Bobby.

You picked up immediately, trying to mask the surprise in your voice. “Hey, Dad… what’s up? Are you alright? How’d you call so late?”

Bobby’s deep voice rumbled through the receiver. “No, just wanted to check in… figured you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Made me uneasy, so I called.”

You sat up straighter, concern creeping in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for checking in, though.” You hesitated for a moment before flipping through your journal, skimming past old cases. “Give me a second, Bobby.”

“Sure thing,” he replied calmly.

You quickly found the name you were looking for—Red Springs. A case that had slipped under the radar, but something about it felt off. You reached for your contacts, dialing the number for Jacob Wayne, an old hunter who could help.

As you spoke, you heard the faint sound of movement behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting Sam, now sitting up in bed, staring at you. You finished the call with Bobby, your tone rushed as you closed it out. “Yeah, I’ll call you later. Take care, bye.”

You set the phone down and looked at Sam. “When did you wake up?”

“A few minutes ago…” he answered, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep, I’m guessing?” you asked, the statement more than a question.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “So… this is what you do? Give anonymous leads to other hunters? Or what?” He was sitting up now, the sheets tangled around his legs as he watched you.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, turning your focus back to the case in front of you. “Less collateral damage this way, actually…”

Sam tilted his head, clearly not understanding. “You never told me about any of this…”

You sighed, leaning back slightly, feeling the weight of years of silence. “Well, talking about family business wasn’t exactly the best topic with you, Sam. Not when I could see your face fall every time it came up.”

He winced, but nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But now it’s not just family business, right? It’s your life. I’m not stopping you.” His expression was guarded but searching, as if trying to find the words he hadn’t spoken in years.

You paused, feeling the sudden shift in the air between you. “Yeah, I can tell you. I’d love to actually.” A bright, teasing smile tugged at your lips, and for a moment, you could see the surprise in Sam’s eyes. It had been a long time since he’d seen you smile like that—genuinely, without the weight of the world behind it.

Sam’s heart skipped. He hadn’t expected the smile, but it hit him in a way he wasn’t ready for. The feelings he had pushed down for years flooded back, memories of you from before Jessica, from when he was a kid, when he thought it was just a crush. But no, it had always been more than that. Even after everything, he couldn’t seem to shake it. He had always believed that you saw him as nothing more than a younger brother, but now... it felt like that was changing.

Before Sam could think too much about it, you broke the silence, standing up from the bed. “Well, come for a walk with me then. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Sam snapped out of his trance, his eyes still lingering on you. “Uh, yeah, sure…”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful glint in your eye. “Hurry up, Sammy.”

Sam blinked at the nickname, but it sent a jolt through him. You had been calling him that for years, and despite everything, he had always found comfort in it. No one else called him that—not even Dean. It felt familiar, and for the first time in a long while, it made him feel like he wasn’t alone in the world.

~

You stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you waited for Sam. The moment he joined you, you started walking in silence, the moonlight casting long shadows across the path.

Finally, Sam spoke, his voice softer than usual. “You never told me much… about what you were doing all these years… After high school… You kept me in the dark… Never let the topic linger around you, but always interested in mine though… why?”

You paused, your steps slowing just slightly. The question hit deeper than you expected, but you shrugged it off, brushing it aside with practiced ease. “I don’t know… It wasn’t as easy then. But I guess I’ve grown accustomed to it now… I could now, you know,” you said, raising an eyebrow and smirking, the look you gave him one that only you could pull off. It was a smile that seemed to play with the edges of his thoughts, the kind that made his chest tighten, like butterflies trying to take flight.

Sensing the shift, Sam’s curiosity piqued. “Sooo… tell me. I’m all ears.” His voice was light, but there was a hint of something deeper—something vulnerable—as he glanced back at you, waiting for whatever came next.

You let out a soft chuckle, your smirk not fading as you looked over at him. “Well, after high school… I might’ve gotten a scholarship to Princeton… And I might’ve squeezed my way into degrees in anthropology and mythology—both bachelors and masters.”

You waited for his reaction, not sure what he’d think of the admission. Sam blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, you—what? You did all that?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small shrug, your voice casual but there was pride hidden behind it. “And before you ask, yes, I did it in five years. It wasn’t easy, but I made it work… while hunting. You know how it goes.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Wait, you’re telling me you were studying those degrees and hunting every month?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, keeping your gaze ahead as you walked, the rhythm of your steps matching the weight of your words. “Some months, it was more hunting than studying, but yeah… a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of road trips between classes, and a lot of pretending to be a normal college student.”

You shot him a playful smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly. “Even pulled a boy, not so proud of it.”

Sam blinked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “What was that about?”

“Well, you’ll know when you meet him,” you said with a shrug, though there was an edge to your voice that made it clear you weren’t quite over the whole thing. “Apparently, our paths collide inevitably.”

The conversation shifted as you recalled the first hunt with Bobby, the first time you stepped into the world of monsters, a world that was nothing like the books you’d read.

“The first hunt…” you paused, a quiet smile tugging at your lips as memories flooded back. “That was with Bobby. It was a vampire nest—your classic case. But I was 16. The real deal. Bobby took me to a warehouse, and we ended up fighting off a group of vamps. They didn’t know what hit ‘em. And I… well, I took them out. Alone.”

Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth dropped open slightly. “You were 16, and Bobby took you on a hunt? No wonder you turned out so…” He trailed off, clearly searching for the right word.

“Dangerous?” you offered with a knowing smile, half teasing, half serious.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head as if trying to wrap his mind around the fact. “I can’t even imagine.”

“Well, unlike you,” you said with a slight smirk, “I remember I trained every day since I was 13. Don’t know what got into me, but I pushed myself for everything—anything that could help me fight the monsters I studied with Bobby during late nights. And I remember feeling so damn proud after my first real hunt, after three years of intense training. Dad—he was so proud of me… It’s one of those memories that stuck with me.”

Sam’s heart tightened as he listened, an overwhelming sense of admiration creeping in. There was something about the way you spoke, so passionate and proud of everything you had accomplished, that made his chest flutter. He didn’t know why, but it was like hearing a side of you he had never truly understood before, and it stirred something deep inside him.

A brief silence passed between you two, the ease of your earlier banter fading into something heavier, more intimate. Sam studied you, the weight of your words sinking in. He could tell there was more you weren’t sharing, something unspoken, lingering just beneath the surface.

Finally, Sam’s voice broke the quiet, softer than before. “What about your nightmares?” His words hung in the air, fragile and almost hesitant, as if testing the waters of a topic neither of you had really touched on before.

You felt the shift. You had been expecting the question—your thoughts had already been circling it. But that didn’t make it any easier to answer. You sighed, briefly looking away as the tension in your chest returned. You could feel the darkness of those memories creeping in, but you forced yourself to push through.

You felt the shift. The lightness of the conversation suddenly took a turn, and a weight settled in your chest. You had avoided this topic for so long, but Sam had asked, and for whatever reason, you felt compelled to answer him honestly.

“They’ve been with me for years, Sam. Since I was a kid.” You kept your voice steady, but it didn’t quite mask the underlying darkness. “I didn’t always understand them, but now… they’re just part of the deal. Nightmares of things I’ve done, things I’ve seen, things I’ve killed.” You gave him a glance, but didn’t let him see too much. “The ones that don’t ever let you sleep. They wake me up, and I end up going right back out there. No breaks. No time to process it all. You just keep going.”

Sam’s expression softened, and he didn’t ask for more. It was clear you weren’t ready to tell him the full depth of it, but he respected the silence. Still, you could see the way his gaze lingered on you, the weight of his emotions creeping through. His feelings for you—feelings that had been buried for years—were bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, not when you were standing there, revealing parts of yourself he had never expected.

You glanced at him, catching the look on his face, and it made you uncomfortable, though you wouldn’t admit it. You had always kept your distance, always shut down any emotion that might pull you in, but now, standing side by side with him, you couldn’t pretend it didn’t affect you.

“So,” you said, trying to shift the topic away from the dark cloud you had just shared. “What about you, Sammy? Got any more secrets I don’t know about?” You nudged his arm with your elbow, trying to break the tension that had settled between you.

Sam didn’t answer right away, his mind clearly still processing everything you’d just shared. After a few moments, he looked over at you, his expression uncertain but his voice steady as he spoke. “I don’t know. I thought I had everything figured out, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of it all. “I guess sometimes, you never really know, do you?”

You met his gaze, offering a soft, reassuring smile. Your tone was gentle, but there was a weight to your words, something unspoken but understood between the two of you. “No, Sammy. You don’t. But I know you, inside and out. You’ll figure it out. You always do. And I’m always here for you. You know that, right?”

You let the question linger in the air, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt, but his answer came easily, without hesitation.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something more in his eyes now—something deeper. It was an unspoken promise, a quiet understanding that no matter where the road led, you’d be there for each other, even when the world seemed uncertain.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something deeper in his eyes now—something unspoken. It was a quiet promise, a silent understanding that no matter where the road ahead led, you’d be there for each other, even when everything else felt uncertain.

The air between you two grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a silence that felt like it was meant to be, like the stillness allowed you both to process, to share a moment without words. You walked side by side, the distance between you shrinking in ways that words could never accomplish.

In the quiet, your minds seemed to speak to each other in ways the outside world couldn’t hear. You didn’t need to fill the space with chatter. The understanding was enough. It was as though, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t alone with your thoughts—and neither was Sam.

The silence stretched on, and for a moment, it seemed like the world around you had paused, just for the two of you. The night air was cool, the distant hum of crickets a soft soundtrack to the stillness. But then, you broke the silence, your voice cutting through the calm.

“Let’s head back to the motel,” you said, your tone quiet but firm.

Sam gave a slight nod, not pushing you to say more, but clearly still processing everything you’d shared. You both walked in step for a while, the rhythm of your footsteps matching the weight of the conversation you had just left behind. But there was still more you needed to say, more pieces of yourself you weren’t sure you could leave unsaid.

“Sam…” you started again, your voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “The things I can do, the things I know, they aren’t… human. Not anymore, anyway.”

Sam glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly, but he said nothing, just listened. You continued, each word leaving your lips like it was a confession you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’ve built walls, Sam. Walls around my heart, around my mind, around everything. I can take almost any physical pain and it barely phases me. It’s like… nothing really hurts anymore, you know? Not since the nightmares started. The stinging still lingers, but it doesn’t cut deep. It never really breaks through.”

You paused, feeling the weight of your own words. You tried to brush it off, but Sam could see the underlying sadness there, the pieces you hadn’t yet let go of.

“Some things still keep me sane though,” you continued, your voice growing quieter, more reflective. “You, Dean, Bobby... my friends... they’re the things that remind me there’s still something worth fighting for. You guys keep me tethered to something that feels real.”

Sam looked at you, his expression softening as he watched you, but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“The pain I feel isn’t like it used to be,” you continued, almost to yourself. “I can’t really feel anything the way I used to. Like a wall went up, you know? Physical and emotional pain? It just bounces off now. The nightmares, what they did to me, it changed everything. Made me… resistant.”

The words felt heavy as they settled between you, but you weren’t sure why you were even saying them. Maybe you needed to hear them out loud, to acknowledge it, to finally let someone else in.

“But there’s one thing I can’t take, Sam,” you said, your voice almost breaking. “If any of you—if any of you die, that’s the only thing I can’t stand. The only thing that would break me. And I won’t let it happen. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

You stopped walking for a moment, turning to look at him with a gravity in your eyes that you knew he’d understand.

“I’ve killed over a hundred Hellhounds, Sam. Nothing’s going to stop me from protecting you, from protecting Dean, from protecting anyone I care about. I’m not human anymore. I’m something else. Something that can’t be stopped. Something that has to protect. But there’s a price to it.”

Sam’s expression shifted, concern deepening as he processed your words. But you weren’t finished yet, and you needed him to understand.

“You don’t know what it’s like, to feel this power coursing through you and knowing that if your leash ever breaks—if anyone you love dies—that you won’t be the same anymore. You won’t be able to stop the monster inside.”

The words were out before you could stop them, and the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. You could feel your breath catch in your throat, and before you knew it, the first tear slipped down your cheek.

You quickly wiped it away, but Sam saw it. He saw the crack in your armor, the vulnerability you couldn’t hide anymore. He stopped walking, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as if grounding you back to him.

“Hey…” Sam’s voice was soft, more comforting than anything else. “It’s okay. You’re not alone, Jen.”

You shook your head, trying to hold yourself together. “But I am, Sam. I’m alone with this. And if I ever lose control—if I become that monster—it’ll be the end of everything. I don’t know what will happen then. I’m scared of who I might turn into.”

Sam’s heart ached as he watched you, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently cupping it as his thumb wiped away another tear.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I didn’t know... I didn’t realize how much this was eating at you. But I promise, you’re not alone in this, Jen. You’re not a monster. And you won’t have to face it by yourself.”

You closed your eyes, taking a slow breath, trying to push the emotions back down. “I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t know if I can trust that anymore.”

“Then trust me,” Sam said, his voice steady, but there was a rawness to it now. “I won’t let you face this alone. We’ll fight this together.”

You looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something shift inside. Maybe it wasn’t enough to heal you completely, but it was something—something that made the weight a little easier to carry. You nodded, taking a deep breath. And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

“I know, Sammy,” you said softly. “You’re not exactly a fan of hunting. You never were. You wanted something different—normal. Safe. And I get it. I do. But once you’re in this life, there’s barely a way out. Not really. Even if you try to run, it finds you again.” You paused, your voice steady but filled with something deeper. “I was given a choice once—leave it all behind or stay. And I stayed. Not because it was a family business, not because I had nowhere else to go, but because I knew the world needed us.”

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that still longed for something different, something better.

“The loss of one hunter doesn’t just affect our lives, Sam. It costs innocent people theirs. If we turn away, if people like us refuse to fight, then there won’t be anyone left to save. And I can’t live with that. I won’t.” You took a breath, steadying yourself before continuing. “This isn’t just something I do—it’s who I am. Even if destiny had never called me to it, even if I had another path, I wouldn’t wish for a different life. Because this is the only way I know for sure that I can protect the people I love. That I can protect you.”

The words hung between you, heavy yet unshakable. Sam swallowed, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. Understanding. Guilt. Maybe even relief.

After a long moment, he nodded, his voice quieter now. “I think… I needed to hear that.”

You offered a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, I think you did too.”

The weight of the conversation settled between you both, not in a suffocating way, but in a way that felt grounding, real.

"Come on," you said, exhaling as you turned toward the road. "Let’s head back to the motel. The sun's rising. We’ll figure this out. Together."

For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t feel so alone. Then again, with you, he never really did.

You made him feel safe. Like he belonged. Like someone truly saw him—not just as a hunter, not just as John Winchester’s son, but as Sam. And as he watched you, standing under the dim glow of the streetlight, he found himself taking in every detail. The way the light cast soft shadows across your face, highlighting the sharp edge of your jaw and the warmth in your eyes. The way your hair caught the breeze, strands dancing around your face before you tucked them behind your ear.

Sometimes, you were just like Dean—unyielding, with an unshakable confidence that you’d make it through anything, even if the entire universe stood against you. But at the same time, there were things that set you apart. Dean was all sharp edges, reckless and loud, hiding his pain behind sarcasm and bravado. You, on the other hand, were quiet in your strength. Steady. Unstoppable. You didn’t just survive—you endured.

And yet, there was something else about you, something softer. Something bitter and sweet all at once. A part of you that carried the weight of the world but never let it show unless you wanted to. A part of you that made Sam feel like you were something otherworldly—something perfect.

An angel in human skin.

And God help him, because he was starting to see you in a way that scared him. A way that made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, the life he thought he wanted—the normal, apple-pie life—wasn’t what he needed after all.

[zz0mbiex]

are you guys ready to hear about another yellowjackets/shauna yap????????? HELL YEAAHHHHHHHHH

ok so....... my opinions on shauna have changed a little since i've gotten to the second to last episode of season 3 (i will watch the last episode sometime today trust) and i now have kind of like a middle opinion on shauna?? like, i feel like i can understand why she's kind of evil, considering the trauma she went through, but i can't excuse some of the things she said and done. as i've gone deeper into the show, she's become more of a bitch which i HATEEEE because i really do love shauna in some ways

i can understand why she did some of the things she did, but there were most definitely points in the show where she was a total bitch for no reason.

and adult shauna??????????? she was like semi normal at first but when she bit a chunk out of melissa's arm i was BAFFLED.... (she deserves it tho for killing van. I HATE MELISSA I AM MELISSA'S NUMBER ONE HATER.)

ok my yap sesh is done

[spidrgrl]

In contrast to the 3 favorite characters, which 3 characters you hate the most in homestuck.

Oh gyatt

Honorable mentions before my big three: Doc Scratch........ And Rose and Jade from HS^2 (HOMESTUCK TWO ONLY. I don't hate them otherwise)

Also, slight TW for stuff that's happened with Meenah. I don't go in depth but I still wanna warn, skip number 2 entirely if you're uncomfortable with reading about it!!!!!!!!

Well, drumroll please for a VERY big yap sesh!!!!!!!!

Number 3 is

Aradiabot.

Tbh I don't hate her THAT much anymore. It's just she's a lot easier to explain than my Honorable Mentions™. It's more of a hate for Hussie's bad writing.

As a character, she's perfect. Perfect perfect perfect. She's so badass that a lot of people in the Homestuck fandom can't really comprehend it, so they call her boring! I don't blame those people though. Her actions were cool, but she herself wasn't since she hardly had a personality or emotions, and that's wonderful for a robot character!

But as a replacement for a friend???????? No. Absolutely not. It's like having a corpse of someone close to you and reminding you of everything that you caused. And you know what? The corpse hardly speaks, because it's DEAD.

I hated her for the entire time she was near me, and now I only kinda resent her as a character and both as a replacement for Aradia. She could sense those emotions, but she didn't care. Never cared! She was only a vessel that held a troll, and she didn't care about that either. She only cared about doing what was programmed for her to do.

I knew she hated me at least a little. But besides punching me in the face, she didn't say anything. No closure, no anything, just a cold metal punch to the face to a girl that's already kicked down! I wouldn't blame her for it if it was Aradia, but Aradiabot had nothing behind that punch. She had more emotions for EQUIUS just because she was PROGRAMMED/WRITTEN TO BE.

This is one of the reasons why Hussie's writing pisses me off! He replaced a PERFECTLY GOOD TROLL with a ROBOT and hardly ever talked about her ever again unless if it was for like, one or two panels. One of the best characters had her reputation absolutely TRASHED and now everybody thinks she's boring just because of ARADIABOT taking her place.

She could've been a lot cooler for a girl that stole Aradia's identity and story, y'know? That's mainly where my resentment lies.

Thankfully, she's not at all as bad as my number 2, which is

Meenah.

I DESPISE her. Not in a pitch way, my god. I loathe her in a way that means I want her dead. I wish I never met her, seriously. One of the worst cases of my bad luck was meeting her.

I think you guys could understand why I hate her already, but that's not the ONLY reason why either. So here's a list chat

Literally WRITTEN to be only terrible and a gag. As a character, all she has going for her is shittiness and stolen swag from The Condesce. We don't even know WHY she is the way she is, hardly any detail is given to backstory unlike me and my friends, so all readers know about her is that she's a trashy creep with a cool design and a want for money and power.

Has the same problem pretty much all of the dancestors do! Having a cool design and theme but they're two dimensional, almost always sexual, and having weird relationships with trolls that are a GENERATION younger than them.

Another very clear display of Hussie's shitty writing and bad decision making. He completely TOSSED the idea of a good character when he made her.

The things she did to me.

The things she did to Karkat.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT???????? SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT IT'S BAD. SHE VERY CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD WHAT SHE WAS DOING, IT'S THE ONLY TIME THAT THIS TYPE OF TOPIC IS NOT IN A JOKING LIGHT.

Oh, but that's not all!!!!!!!! For some reason, the GENIUSES for HS^2/Homestuck Beyond Canon decided, hey, let's KEEP THE CREEP and have her in a MATESPIRIT RELATIONSHIP with, oh I dunno, ONE OF THE TROLL KIDS SHE MET WHEN THEY WERE 6 SWEEPS (13 YEARS) OLD and she was 9 SWEEPS (19 YEARS) OLD. Yeah, that's so smart guys, bravo, you guys are really fixing up the dumpster fire that is Hussie's writing with some fuel. /j /sarc

Plus not to mention the fact that basically ALL proshippers in the Homestuck fandom crowd around her and romanticize what she did. Especially what she did to me. Like her whole existence endangers me even now. Yeah guys, let's NOT ship an abuser x victim.

Cry harder mf you know what you did. Scott Pilgrim ahh

Anyways, despite how much I wish Meenah never existed, you wanna know who I somehow hate more than her? My number 1 is

Hussie.

Andrew Hussie. The Huss.

Look, I do applaud him for making Homestuck. But I also punch him in the face for making Homestuck. Man, he should've given the story to Toby Fox or something, just ANYBODY but him.

No Hussie. Not like that. Stop producing new updates for HS^2, they CLEARLY got their writing skills from you.

And also, added to your terrible writing, why in the FUHREAK did you propose to your own character when she was a minor. Then also whine about getting rejected to another one of your characters (Cronus). Not to mention you actually sat at your desk and wrote the entire thing.

Like ew

Anyways, this EVEN BIGGER yap sesh is done!!!!!!!! Ty for asking anon

P.S.: if you're an introject of anybody on this list, I don't hate you specifically. If you want we can yap about source (except Meenah, I don't blame you for source but I wouldn't be able to talk with you, sorry)!

[clairyclue]

I saw your showbiz pizza au and I am OBSESSED! There is so much to know! What happened to Wolfman? Is he dead? Does he pull an Alastor and mysteriously disappear for a certain number of years and then return suddenly?

I'm just so curious about this au!

(this needs to be a fic :3)

<3

https://www.tumblr.com/clairyclue/765997438614011904/the-people-have-spoken-ok-ill-try-and-get-this

the reason wolfpack fell apart is because wolfman, a conman whi hadn’t been paying his performers and a drunkard who’d verbally berate them, left in the middle of the night and just never came back.

this wasnt great, considering WP5 was a touring band, leaving two teenagers stranded in a state they were unfamiliar with (beach bear and queenie), as well as his wife and son at home.

(btw before i start the yap sesh a LOT of this lore was created by @ragsandrascals i’m just the only one who posted bout it)

i know i didn’t talk a lot about rock a fire so here’s how WP5 sort of led to that band forming:

fatz joined as a young adult and it completely consumed his formative years, burning him out in a way and giving him no chance of actually making it in the industry after the band fell apart. he becomes a music teacher in LA, then auditioning for RAE when klunk sends out an audition call for performers in the area to work at his new pizza place

beach bear came from uppity rich parents who let him do whatever he wanted, so he’d smoke his nerves away at far too young in the back of fatz car. he gets into some rough times after the band, but then sort of mellows out as a young adult living in his parents beachfront home in LA

queenie- oh, queenie. gloria would do a better job explaining this than me but i’ll try. she was wolfman’s obsession, because he thought of her as a sort of star, a prodigy. he’d get drunk and tell her he admired her and wished he was as good as her, like the sort of pathetic little man he is. there was a point she wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone else because it would “ruin her mysterious image.”

anyway, those three (queenie supervising mitzi because she didn’t want her to become what she had been) formed rock a fire with the other members.

wolfman shows up only once, to colander night (which is when they said a fuck you to chuck’s scripts and hijacked the performance) and nearly has his spine ripped out by fatz.

anyway. i’m tired. i hope this makes sense.

[certifiedmaidenlessblog]

Okay literally nobody asked but since I am procrastinating AND restless:

My final thoughts/ranking of the Eternal mini:

(warning this is a full on yap sesh and I have next to no knowledge of music except for the very basics feel very very free to ignore)

1. Deja vu: I have feelings for this song. So gorgeous, dreamy and ethereal. Smiling so big because this song exists blah blah. Anyway the way I thought this song would be #chillvibes from the album preview snippet but then it turned out to be #nochill kajskajsj even tho there is definitely a lethargic quality to the song. I was so gagged but despite the tables turning on me I loved it immediately. Also the very random (but very well incorporated) tabla in the bridge? Slay. Initially I was mad that this wasn't the tt but with all the melodrama and orchestral arrangement, it has a similar vibe to guilty so I get it. But this song is ten fold of what guilty wanted to be (to me, that is). And I think this song remaining as a b-side to be occasionally performed instead of it being dragged through the promotional cycle and losing all the weight and impact of the song is a good choice too (the song itself is not very promotion cycle friendly either). I can't wait to see what the choreo looks like.

2. Horizon: Very kibumcore as a lot of people have also said, I think so too!! A very unexpected sound for a taemin song but he delivered sooo well. I do wish the song was longer tho. Don't know what being the second title track on this album means as of now but it's worthy of the position I'm sure.

3. Crush: Extremely shineecore! A cute and funky little number! Got me moving! The layers in the instrumentals are neat. I got exactly what was promised on the album preview. Well executed. No other notes. Other than the funky vibe there isn't really any standout element so I might get bored of it quickly tho.

Can't decide between ranks 4 and 5 so I'm calling it a tie.

4/5. Sexy in the air: I definitely should have let my brain soak this in a bit more before complaining about it cause now I literally can't stop listening to it helpppaksnakms cause Damn... This is crazy. What am I gonna do now?? Jaksjksks My first ranking for this song was literally second last (in a derogatory way) and now here we are. Also I held off from watching the mv first because I'm a very visual creature and I get easily swayed that way so I was trying to be #unbiased or whatever. I still think that the second verse is a bit meh, specially because of the English lyrics (i don't even know why I was so pissed off by the "turn me down" that was obviously supposed to be "turn me on", it wasn't even that serious 😭) but I was definitely being too harsh and it's not even as bad as I made it out to be and it doesn't stick out enough to get in the way of me enjoying the rest of the song. The switch up after the beat change is soooo good I've been obsessed with that part (the horny choreo definitely helps :D).

The good things about this song being the title track are: it's produced by dem jointz (the production is interesting and immaculate), the mastering of this song is better than most tracks on this album, it is performance oriented/friendly, both halves of the song are tied together so neatly that honestly the beat change doesn't even seem that unnatural even if it's shocking, tm devoured this track in a way that only he can, tm freak lore continues!!!! but most importantly it's bold!!! and it's a statement!!! (instead of playing it safe like he did with guilty imo lol, musically i mean). My only real grievance with this song is probably the fact that it wasn't allowed to go full freak nasty the way it was originally envisioned to be because we live in a society or whatever. Tm was moaning and groaning and saying fuck in the studio only for it to be muffled and be barely audible on the track. The dem jointz trademark of an addictive repeated word/phrase being distorted because otherwise tm would be put in horny jail fr (horny gay jail even because its so crazy that they had another man moaning on the track like skdkksksjdkd). Some of the lyrics being altered hastily (like "turn me down" ksjsjsks).This song being called sexy in the air instead of sex is in the air kajskaksksks. Sad. Because if anyone can pull off something like this without being cringe, it's tm. But it's okay I get it. Also notably this song has one of the veeery few ethical uses of that infamous bed creak sample (by ethical i mean relevant to the song at hand in a way that maximizes the slay of the song).

4/5. Say Less: Very pretty, short and sweet, could have been longer. A solid closer for this album and definitely stands it's own ground despite being on the track list after Deja vu. Which is lowkey a feat of its own. The instrumentals are infact drowning out his voice a bit but I don't think it bothers me as much as I had feared. Reminds me of Truth a bit.

6. The Unknown Sea: I don't have particularly strong opinions on ballads but I do generally only listen to ballads if I'm already super into the idol. And I do like most of the other ballads from tm. However. He's singing his ass off here but the vocal processing.... specially in the chorus his voice sounds very tinny. When I first heard the song I thought it wasn't that big of a deal but now it is definitely getting in the way of me enjoying this song. Beautiful bridge tho, definitely the highlight of the song for me.

7. G.O.A.T.: This instrumental is so fucking nasty I'm obsessedddd. Unfortunately the instrumental might just be the saving grace of this song. I went into this track thinking I was not even gonna be able to listen to this but thankfully it's not thaaaaaat bad. But we definitely need to get tm off his rapping agenda. Even after listening to this a bunch of times it's not sitting that well with me. (Which is crazy because after first listen I thought his voice was more well suited to GOAT than SITA???) I do understand that this song was meant to be a bit tongue in cheek like yeah the goat bleating sounds are hilarious in a good way but tm is Not giving the hardass aura that he thought he was going for and um. that's enough for me to be like :/ which is such a shame cause even the arrangement of this song is so interesting. But yeah whatever this track needed vocally is not in tm's strengths so. I'll wait for someone to upload the instrumental tho so that I can download it and play it with the rest of the album jksjsksksjsjs

I think it's a good choice to drop an album that's just him coming out swinging after such a drastic career altering decision. There's no more room for regrets or dilly dallying and he's confident. Which is a good thing. Because it definitely makes the statement he wants to make. The album as a whole is interesting, all the tracks differ from each other but that doesn't take away from the cohesiveness of the soundscape of the album. There is a clear logic in the way the tracklisting was done, the transition from one song to the next makes sense (even if I can't explain it properly).

That being said, yes the production and the mixing is a bit lacking (along with the other downsides of a low budget) but I don't think sm has songs like this in their vault anymore so... You win some you lose some idk.

Overall I do see this as a win. Yapping over and out.

[rodeo-dyke]

music yap sesh 1

i'm the worsttttt music nerd ever😭 worst meaning like how obnoxious i am about it. it is the number 1 thing i talk about non-stop. so mwahahahaha i'm aiming for a career in A&R, and part-time music production and mastering. so here's just me yapping multiple times for no reason🩶😛

march 11, '25 - songs y'all need to start bumping IMMEDIATELY!!!!

may you never forget me - temachii

my my - chenayder @chenayder

safe house - nectar woode

something blue - sarika

beautiful boy - esha tawari

on my body - crae wolf

bite size - sixsaidit

lovebites - lava la rue

black licorice - peach pit

cleaner air - yeek

everybody wants to love you - japanese breakfast

don't delete the kisses - wolf alice

it almost worked - tv girl @tvgirl

get with u - clairo

strawberry letter 23 - shuggie otis

two weeks - grizzly bear

heybb! - binki

pookie's requiem - sailorr

crack rock - frank ocean

april 22, '25 - the most dykey songs to ever dyke (some not *necessarily* sapphic but idc)

most wanted man by lucy dacus @lucydacus (yippee! i got to see lucy live on sat. night :3)

sugar in the tank by julien baker and torres

be my own boyfriend by olivia dean

green eyes by arlo parks @arloparks-blog (i have the most massive crush on arlo🙏🙏)

new flesh by current joys

jackie and wilson by hozier

son of a preacher man by dusty springfield

super massive black whole by muse (alice cullen...)

lethal lolita by red aunts

gunpowder & lead by miranda lambert (fem top revenge song)

worry with you by sleater-kinney @sleater-kinney

i like the way this is going by eels

rollerblades by dominic fike

mistakes by lake street dive (situationships💔💔💔💔)

drag king bar by bitch and animal

butcheress by rabbitology

christmas wrapping by the waitresses (only a lesbian would see their ex situationship and go hey let me spend xmas with you)

meet me in brooklyn by yaya bey

vanilla tobacco by eloise

animal enough by maya hawke

i'll be your woman by st. paul & the broken bones

give you the world by steve lacy

crimson and clover by the shacks

may 10, '25 - i went to a lucy dacus concert and left as a religious person

okay the title is somewhat of an exaggeration because i'm not *actually* religious but i felt closer to any cosmic power than i've ever felt there. i went to the may 9 lucy dacus concert in dallas and it sincerely blew my mind.

i'm not one to cry at movies, books, concerts, plays, etc. unless i'm extremely hormonal. usually it takes me a couple days to process and then i'll cry. however, when i went to that concert and sat in box M... i felt otherworldly.

i was crying like a baby through most of it. i felt like my heart was floating out of my body like those cartoon ghosts post-mortem. me and my best friend wiping each others tears cause the other was too distracted to notice. having silly conversations about elementary school memories in between sets. screaming my life away to night shift like a mega church attendee when they hear oceans by hillsong united. head and heart connected to each and every one in that big ass opera house.

i grew up in the southern baptist church, i moved to methodism, nowadays i'm agnostic of sorts. i never understood those people who sung louder than the choir at church and read bibles 24/7. now i understand it.

i did a presentation called sacred secular in my parents sunday school class a couple weeks ago and it was all about songs that feel holy and sacred and gospel-like but aren't church songs. rejoice by julien baker was the first song on my list. i feel like it really applies to my current state and this concert. screaming the lyrics to all of lucy's songs and airing my grievances without saying anything. embracing my queer joy, grieving my former loves, embracing my hormonal lesbian self, and tearing up over my issues with self-confidence. "i rejoice and complain" is relatable beyond belief. fuck man. i'm sobbing now.

[hamiltonconfessions-but-better]

confession time here’s what I got:

really long yap sesh sorry

Ten things, one thing has more weight (for the duel itself) but the world was wide enough is better narrative-wise, which is why i’m glad it is the one that lin went for! but im afraid ten things, one thing is extremely slept on, that song is so good

burr’s verse is practically the same except some small bits, and then the addition of hamilton’s perspective with the reverse is incredibly creative i adore it so much (maybe if we cope hard enough its a callback to angelica’s rewind in satisfied idk)

Hamilton’s number 3 and 4 are just so good idk, he recognizes here, he needs to slow down, he needs to throw away his shot, it really shows how much act 2 has changed him especially reynold’s pamphlet and it’s quiet uptown, he finally understands burr philosophy somewhat unlike his clear mocking of it during the start of the room where it happens, but its kinda ironic since when hamilton finally gets a grasp of burr, burr drops this mentality of waiting for it

anyways hamilton’s number 4, which parallels burr’s, he is getting first position, while burr believes this is hamilton showing aggression, “like a man on a mission”, while in hamilton’s view draws first position to (in his eyes) save both of their lives by aiming at the sky and shooting first and instead of what burr thinks is hostility, hamilton is at peace, looking over his city

but imo the best part of Ten things, one thing has to be number 8 with the additional hamilton perspective on things, and realizing that hamilton thinks burr is only approaching this politically while burr is actually thinking of his daugther, also at number 8 where hamilton wears his glasses to understand burr better, while burr thinks hamilton puts on his glasses to aim at him better IT MAKES ME SO SICKKK AAAAA

and especially at number three burr says “just apologize, we have worthier pursuits!”, like this all could’ve been avoided, its all a tragic misunderstanding and lack of communication that is so in character for these two characters, like realizing the tragedy unfold from both perspectives

and hamilton’s number 9 “my last thought is of Eliza… …god i can’t wait to see her again” but we as the audience already knows he gets shot bc this is after the rewind which just makes this line hurt even more, also just shows hamilton’s trust in burr too or it also shows confidence in knowing burr’s character (as he has been doing since the room where it happens), even if its sometimes wrong, he fully believes that burr will not shoot, burr is still that man that will not confront, the man who will simply wait for it

and in the end, we are back to the same narrative as the world was wide enough, where hamilton throws away his shot and burr does not wait for it, but the additional story after burr shoots hamilton is what makes the world was wide enough so much more fitting imo, and like it also has one of the hardest lines from burr, “history obliterates every picture it paints, it paints me with all my mistakes”, so, worth ittt

thanks if you read all of this, hope i converted some of you to ten things, one thing enjoyers like me but the world was enough is a top hamilton song for me 💯

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[nrc-asteryn-crew]

guys im bored give me a number from 1-21 and ill finish/polish up and post the post in my drafts that corresponds with the number :3

you might pick a rp reply! you might pick a yapping sesh! you might pick an ask game reply! you might pick a stupid insignificant rp starter!

its all fun and games here folks ;3 (i desperately need the motivation to finish some of these omg.)

- Aue

[zombieslab]

top 5 current favorite youtube videos? if you don't have any, top 5 favourite songs? :D

ohhhhh this is really interesting.. difficult to choose just 5 but i tried

5. eddy burback's apple's $3500 nightmare

i love eddy burback a lot & this video in particular. did something to my brain. we're past the question of if video games are art lets ask the real question are youtube commentary videos art (this one is) (so is eddy's latest video too btw)

4. strange aeons' the emo roommate coven haunting tumblr

MUPPET JOKER!!!!!!! our good friend muppet joker. i love strange so so much but this video is my favourite of hers by far

3. hbomberguy's roblox_off.mp3

this is a classic i dont even need to say anything. it was a tough match between this one & plagiarism and you(tube) but i think i like this one just a tiny bit more

2. thrite's defeating nature with delusion and explosives

obligatory minecraft video and surprisingly its not lifesteal! you guys have got to start watching thrite his videos are genuinely something else. this is the last video in his ruining minecraft's nicest mod series but honestly please just go to his channel and watch every video in order starting with surviving minecraft's scariest mod i promise you wont regret it........ i love thrite im the number 1 thrite fan if there are no thrite fans left that means im dead

1. brian david gilbert's it's nesting season

okay so this might be cheating because its technically a song but Listen. listen. its bdg. i had to put bdg in first place and this is probably my favourite thing hes done. but you could easily replace it with any unraveled episode or his other videos because i love him!!!!!!!! if i was being entirely honest this would just be my top 5 brian david gilbert songs

sorry for the yap sesh im very passionate about youtube also this is much easier than choosing my top 5 favourite songs because i genuinely have no idea about that one. um. rolling girl number 1 forever everything else changes wildly depending on the phase of the moon or whatever

[boofliey]

my irls would literally kill me if they found my tumblr but. I LOVE BKDK!!! i think theyre cute,, i know they’re probably never gonna be canon or whatever, but like. some of the moments between them make my heart ACHE because i love them so much. people dont like it for a number of reasons but i think mostly its because of how bakugo acted in season one,, which kind of irritates me because like, did you not see his character development?? both of them have grown so much, and it shows. ESPEECCIALLLYY WITH BAKUGO AND HIS BEHAVIOR TOWARDS IZUKU. his effort to stop calling him deku makes me go insane (/very very very pos)

i havent seen much of season 5 or 6, but ive seen clips and omg. THEM. even whenever i first got into mha which was in like, 2020-2021 i loved them so bad. i dont think ill ever get over them

i cant talk about them to any of my friends either because 1. they’ll hate on me for getting back into mha, 2. they probably hate the ship with a burning passion, and 3. ITS AWKWARD TALKING ABOUT SHIPS THAT A MAJORITY OF PEOPLE HATE!! ive been so scared to repost stuff on tt and twitter its actually crazy

anyways, this is just a quick yap sesh because i havent been able to talk about them. i love them and nobody will ever bully me into hating them 😊

[spidrgrl]

Heeeeyyyyy who’re your top three hs characters?

Woooooooo this is tough

Honorable mentions before my big top three: Nepeta, Aradia, Peregrine Medicant

My number 3 is

The Condesce! Aka Betty Crocker and the most recent empress. I like her a lot for some jokey reasons mainly to cope with stuff , but obviously there are some legitimate reasons I like her too! One is that she was soooooooo involved with the plot/really developed and such a good villain. Sadly tho she wasn't given many pages for herself, and she died so fast in the comic!

Most humans never got to be able to witness the true MENACING AURA and reign of terror this woman had! I'm partially very glad for that, but also quite sad. On my planet, at least in my universe, all empresses were the most documented trolls EVER so it's so weird for people to not know much about her.

I can't not give her credit for being one of the most infamous trolls of all time. So she deserves her spot on the podium, but of course, she's last! In the end all she truly was is a really old elite troll with so much power, SO MUCH, at her fingertips, it seems!!!!!!!! Thank you Condesce for your tyrannical and cunty rule, now we can all take a nice piss on your grave.

My number 2 is

Kanaya! Oh, Kanaya. I had to take a long ponder about who was best for this spot, and it was either her or Aradia. Canonically, Kanaya's more developed and stuff in source, so I thought my yapping would make more sense if it was about her. Plus she's awesome. Sorry Aradia!!!!!!!!

Despite everything that happened to her (including. 6 sweep old me........), she was and always will be so STRONG. She's so badass in ways I don't think most could ever DARE to match! She sacrificed so much, she deserved that happy ending with Rose (HOMESTUCK^2/BEYOND CANON CAN SUCK MY BULGE. THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.)!!!!!!!!

Out of all of the characters from Homestuck, her character was treated with such grace. I'm pretty sure almost all of stupid Hussie's good writing went into her. Almost.

Which brings me to my number 1.

Terezi.

Obviously, I am biased, but it doesn't matter. Terezi was THE BEST in my honest opinion; in source, in memories, and even irl, she's the best troll I've ever known. She deserves her rightful #1 spot on my podium no matter what.

I'm so glad to have met her, even with what I've done to her and what she's done to me in the past, she always will be my favorite and always will have her name on my pale diamond.

This is mainly directed towards my Terezi in another sys that I'm moirails with! She's the best and I love her <> ::::)

Anyways, biggest yap sesh yet on this blog over!!!!!!!! Ty for asking btw anon

[kitakami-kid]

seems like ppl are misunderstanding what i meant in this post. yes, i know that kieran becoming champion means that he has lots of money. the main talking point is "how many tickets he bought."

it's pretty clear that he's envious about the mc's ability to make friends with anyone (among other things), so how many people did he assume you'd bring? 3? 5? even 10? "plenty" is probably a large, non-specific number. and plane tickets from spain to japan are easily over a thousand dollars.

kieran is just... giving away that many plane tickets? considering the fact that it took less than a day for his letter to get delivered, he could probably afford to hear back from you in order to give you an exact amount of tickets (or for you to pay for them yourself.)

this is kind of a classic example of, "i want this to be quick, easy, and convenient for the other person, so i'll just overprepare instead of waiting for more things to happen." aka, this is how i do things irl (may be the autism??)

(sorry if this sounds passive aggressive, i promise it's not. i just wanted to elaborate. anyways, yap sesh over.)

playing mochi mayhem again for funsies rn. i've noticed that kieran said he included "plenty" of tickets in his letter? how many tickets do you think he bought?? also, damn he must have fat stacks to just give away plane tickets