#He does indeed know a Samantha...

[sunnysdiscoroom]

'Cause when you're older absolutely everything makes sense!

I was told this song, by a very wonderful friend of mine, reminded her of Christopher. Just as soon as I heard it and watched the clip to it, I knew I had to draw some muppety things with it.

Thank you @spookikookiboo

Ya done did this to me. I'm tempted to puppeteer it when he gets here...

#Christopher the mischiefer #Puppets #Shadows #my character #trouble maker boy #He does indeed know a Samantha... #Frozen 2 #memes #When I am older

[yanderes-galore]

Platonic Yandere! Primis! Tank Tempsey with Mentally Regressed! Darling? She often appears and sound like a child throughout their journey, but is actually a young woman over 18 and is in the place of Samantha Maxis instead. She's mentally regressed due to the corruption by getting in contact with Element 115 and gotten stuck in the Dark Aether realm in the Ultimis timeline, no thanks to Richtofan. She likes to play with them— and by play, I mean constantly sending them horse-sized Hellcats who she calls Whiskers.

Always angrily called the four men "Meanies" whenever they ruined the fun. Likes to try provoking them in her hallucination "child" form and gets away before they can even get to her. While not knowing Dempsey is frantically trying to urge Richtofan to fix her faster. To Dempsey, she's no more than a little girl who's been through a lot. (just wait until he realizes she's actually older than she appears and sounds) It'll take a lot of effort for that to happen due to her powerful dark aether abilities and mental instability. They'd probably have to somehow travel to the Dark Aether realm in order to get to her actual physical form to try and cure her.

Lol sorry I got too invested with this request. But I hope this sort of helps! :)

I... um... woah I didn't realize how long and complex this request was until I looked back at it again. I'm going to do what I can with this and just kind of tackle it in sections if that's fine? I got a bit overwhelmed and a bit confused. I need to rewatch the Zombie lore omfl, lol.

You have good ideas Anon I was just confused on where to start with this personally, sorry if I had trouble following-

Yandere! Platonic! Primis! Tank Dempsey with Mentally Regressed! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Mental regression presumably due to trauma/corruption, Obsession, Dempsey trying to be a dad, Slight manipulation, Implied murder, Overprotective behavior.

I can imagine your first meeting doesn't give the best impression.

Upon your first meeting Dempsey doesn't entirely like you the most.

The giant zombified cats and regular but fast zombies certainly don't help.

Although when Dempsey sees the hallucination of your child form he starts to wonder if you really are just a kid infected with Element 117.

You call them all "meanies" whenever they get past your waves of zombies but you most likely hate Richtofen the most.

All of which only makes Dempsey more distrusting of him.

Honestly Dempsey probably feels bad for you when he sees your child form and is probably always the first to follow.

This surprises the whole group as no one really thought Dempsey had a fatherly side in him, let alone to a strange child trying to kill them.

Dempsey really feels bad for you... a lost little girl stuck in an unfortunate situation.

He does wish you could stop with all the hellcats, however.

Dempsey would indeed bring you up to Richtofen for information and ask for him to try and fix you.

"Fix her? Dempsey do you know how much work that would-"

"She's a little girl trapped somewhere, Richtofen. Who cares... we need to learn more about this. Why does she hate you so much?"

"...."

Finding and rescuing you is a trivial task on its own.

Meanwhile whenever Dempsey sees you he tries to convince you he's just trying to help.

Due to your situation you could react in whatever way you feel makes sense.

The Dark Aether's power corrupts your thoughts so you most likely ignore him and go back to your games or listen briefly before running off.

For the entirety of the journey Dempsey believes you're just a little girl.

Until he meets you in person... where he finds your physical body.

Somehow and in someway Dempsey manages to get Richtofen to try and force your soul back into your body.

(This is different from Samantha's backstory but bear with me, this is where I take my own liberties with this-)

This doesn't entirely fix you as your soul is that of a child and not... a grown woman.

Richtofen then leaves you with Dempsey as he is the one who "wanted to fix her so bad."

As a result Dempsey becomes your caretaker.

A parent if you will.

Dempsey doesn't mind the role, he also doesn't mind the age thing.

In Dempsey's eyes... you're still that little girl he's been following after all this time.

It may take time before you fully trust him but Dempsey is willing to wait.

While you try to get used to having a functioning body again, Dempsey tries to help.

Dempsey soon appears as a father to you.

He knows you aren't fully cured and you may be unable to be fully cured... yet that does not stop him from caring for you.

If the others in the group have issues with it he ignores them and tells you to do the same.

Although Nikolai and Takeo may also act like parents to you if you come to them, while Richtofen prefers to stay away.

You're an important part of the team to Dempsey and he's just happy he was able to help you in some way.

He isn't sure what made him want to be a parent to you so suddenly... but he isn't fighting it.

He just can't leave you alone, can he?

You've already been alone for so long...

So maybe you do need him?

Dempsey could be getting second hand corruption from you and your body when he has this obsessive need to be around you... yet as of now there's no way to fix it.

This could be a way to explain his yandere behavior, however.

It's hard for me to find a way to make this yandere for some reason but Dempsey would probably be an overprotective parent.

He'd start fights with Richtofen if he tried to suggest he leaves you.

"She'll hinder our mission, Dempsey. We need to get her somewhere safe."

"Hinder? She's my daughter, Richtofen... we aren't leaving her!"

"Daughter...? Dempsey, have you gone mad?"

"Hell no... she needs someone and that someone is me. Look at her... do you think she can take care of herself?"

Dempsey may be occupied with the mission half the time but he teaches you what you need to know.

He also tries to show you fatherly affection, like hugs even if you struggle to understand it.

Dempsey does not mind your childish view of things.

He really is a good guardian for you.

If you ever got hurt then Dempsey does what he can to fix it.

Be it killing someone or something... or just patching you up and telling you it's okay.

It's nearly impossible for the rest of the crew to pry you apart from each other.

Dempsey loves and cares for you... soon you do too.

You don't understand that Dempsey is suffocating.

You don't understand a lot of things due to being in the MPD for most of your time.

Despite that... you don't mind.

You love Dempsey as your father...

Dempsey loves you as his daughter...

Who cares if he never wants to leave you and turns violent over you... you need him and he knows it.

#yandere call of duty zombies #yandere cod zombies #yandere primis tank dempsey #platonic yandere

[goodqueenaly]

Bonus House Words Wednesdays: House Varner

I don’t do House Words Wednesdays as a regular thing anymore, but if I get a request to come up with words for a House and I feel like I have enough to say then I’ll come back to it from time to time.  @deafchild2000 requested words for House Varner, so as with House Elesham I say fuck it, here we go. (The list of Houses I’ve done, as always, can be found here.)

House Varner is a noble House of the Reach. We don’t have a ton of information on the family’s foundation or background, but Yandel mentions that the Varners were among those “[m]any noble houses of the Reach [which] trace their ancestry back to Andal adventurers given lands and wives by Garth IX, Merle I, and Gwayne V” (like the Cuys and Roxtons, also prior HWW families). Nor do we know of any historical Varner figures, or moments in which the Varners appeared or impacted certain historical events (apart from a brief mention in Fire and Blood Volume 1, that a Varner maiden was among one of those "thirty-one other nubile maidens" (ugh, F&B) that Lady Samantha Tarly had suggested as suitable potential queens to the young King Aegon III). The Varners do play a somewhat (emphasis on somewhat) larger role in the main novels, although not necessarily in a very positive light: Catelyn notes in ACOK that at the feast for Renly's lords and knights at Bitterbridge, "Lord Varner dandled a serving girl on his lap, nuzzling at her neck while one hand went exploring down her bodice". Still, this same Lord Varner certainly does not seem to have been unwilling to fight: he is one of the captured pro-Stannis lords marched before the Iron Throne after the Blackwater, sporting a shattered knee which he doubtless received during the battle and yet proudly refusing help to walk.

The Varner sigil is a white weasel on ermine. If the sigil feels somewhat familiar (in a specifically Westerosi context, even beyond real-world inspiration), it should: House Florent's sigil is a red-gold fox head encircled by blue flowers on ermine, while prior HWW entry House Rosby uses for its sigil three red chevronels on ermine. As I mentioned before, ermine can be used in heraldry to represent purity, given the ermine's white winter fur. That the Varners would double down on the ermine in their sigil - not only having the base of their shield be ermine-patterned, but sporting a white weasel on top of this base - may suggest that the Varners even more prided themselves on a sense of purity, an unwillingness to be soiled.

So for the Varner words, I went with Honor without Stain. Perhaps the Varners would have seen such words as a play or pun on their initial inheritance from the Sage Kings of House Gardener. They would receive the honor of lands and aristocratic standing without "staining" themselves with the dirt of the Gardener kingdom King Gwayne V joked had been given to these adventurers; they would not abandon their faith in the Seven with their marriage to a native Reach maiden, but presumably would have insisted on the adoption of the Faith, as indeed the Sage Kings did). Similarly, if a Varner maiden was considered suitable for King Aegon III by Samantha Tarly, perhaps this maiden would also have reflected honor without stain, unimpeachable purity suitable for the bride of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, the motto works on an ironic level for our modern Lord Varner: far from embodying a strong sense of personal or political purity, Lord Varner took the opportunity at Bitterbridge to use a servant for his own sexual pleasure and adopted three successive kings as his liege during the the War of the Five Kings.

#asoiaf meta #house words #house words wednesdays #house varner

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 62: Desperation

Opening his eyes to a dimmed area, Stiles saw that he was in the waiting area of a train station. Sitting up, he saw two women and a lawyer next to him before glancing at the Arrivals and Departures board, taking note of the names of towns that were listed as well as a ticket booth.

He felt unsettled. Why was this place so…quiet? It was eerily quiet. He would've welcomed someone having a conversation, even if it was something he wasn't interested in.

Anything but the cold silence.

Stiles sat back in his seat, frowning as he dug into his pocket, his cold hand warming up to his pocketed keys. 

He turned to the doctor. "Excuse me," he whispered, grimacing a bit as she slowly turned to him. "Sorry, where are we?"

"We're at the train station.", she said. He frowned.

"Right. Okay. Helpful.", Stiles nodded sarcastically, and cleared his throat. "Which train station exactly?"

She turned, looking at the Arrivals and Departures board. "Train station number 137."

Stiles looked at the board as well, then turned back to the lady. "Did you see me come in?", he asked.

"No.", the lady said. Weird. 

"How long have you been here?", he asked.

"Maybe an hour?", she replied, nonchalantly.

On the other side of her, the lawyer spoke up, reading his newspaper. "We got here at the same time.", he said before glancing at Stiles. "It's been at least six hours."

Stiles' eyes widened a bit. "Six hours?", he asked. The man nodded, returning to his newspaper.

Stiles frowned. Six hours…? What train takes six hours to arrive and depart?

He shook his head before talking to the woman again. "Where are you goin'?"

The lady froze, unsure of her answer before patting herself down on her white coat. "Um. I-I had a ticket with me somewhere." She frowned as she continued searching. "Um…"

"You always travel in your work clothes?", Stiles asked.

"I must have been in a rush.", she said.

Stiles frowned and looked at the ticket booth before standing and walked over to it.

He looked at the dusty, dirty desk, shocked at how dirty it was. He slid his fingers on the desk, the pads of his fingers immediately collected the dust. "Do you know if anyone works here?", he asked.

Before he could get an official answer, a speaker came on, catching the attention of the passengers. "The following stops have been canceled. Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak… Trenton, Anderson, King Springs."

People started standing up from their seats, walking over to the darkened tunnel. Stiles, interested, moved over to the readying passengers. "Excuse me, where are those trains going?", he asked.

No one answered. What the hell is wrong with these people…?

What was up with the trains?

Where were those places?

He continued searching for an answer and became impatient to the people who ignored him "Does anyone know where this train's going?!", he exclaimed.

He sighed, irritated as he looked up at a sign that said, "To Trains". A little hope sparked in Stiles as he was ready to leave the place and find his way back if he had to.

Wind began to blow and leaves picked up, being carried through the air. He frowned as he heard a horse neighing from the tunnel.

People started pushing back the others behind them, making way for the Ghost Riders and their horses. They hid down by the benches in fear.

Stiles, confused and worried, only backs away. A Ghost Rider rode up, holding his whip and assaulted a man's face with a crack, making him fall down.

The Stilinski boy could only watch as two more showed up, dropping off a man and saw as the rope around his hands and feet had disappeared in a puff of green smoke.

Once three more Ghost Riders arrive, Stiles finally moved away to hide before he was next, only to feel someone grab him, spun him around and pushed his back up against a pillar.

Groaning, he looked up at whoever was holding him to send a complaint, only to stop short in shock once he saw who it was.

The eldest Hale, however, couldn't return the same sentiment. "It just had to be you.", he said, annoyed.

The two watched as the horses neighed and guided their riders back down the tunnel, making each passenger sigh with relief, nonchalantly returning to their seats.

Peter followed suit, walking over to his bench with Stiles right behind him. "Peter? Peter, what are you doing here?", Stiles asked. Peter turned around to face him with a frown once he found his seat. 

"How are you here?", Stiles asked. 

"What do you mean, how am I here? I'm here. You're here. We are all here. Now, get the hell away from me, Stiles.", Peter grumbled, sitting down.

Stiles sighed and shook his head as he looked at the other passengers before looking at Peter who's expression matched the others in the room.

"Hey, Peter. Peter." He snapped his fingers. "Peter!" Peter's eyes stared up at the boy. "What are you doing?", Stiles asked.

"I'm waiting for my train.", Peter simply responded.

"Okay, did you not just see that?", Stiles asked. 

"See what?", Peter asked, making Stiles frown in confusion. What the hell was happening? Did he not just save him? 

"The horses, the hogtied businessman with the magically dissolving ropes?", Stiles listed, making Peter's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Stiles, quickly frustrated, turns to the other passengers. "I'm sorry, did anyone just see that!?"

The others gave Stiles a weird look before returning to what they were doing, which wasn't much. It bothered him. Why was no one bothered by what just happened?

"Do you mind?", Peter asked the boy. "You're blocking the board." He nodded towards the Arrivals and Departures board. "I'd like a little warning before my train arrives."

Stiles frowned as he looked at the man. "Okay. So you're waiting for a train. How did you get here?"

"Pretty sure I took a cab.", Peter responded.

"Last time I saw, you were being locked away in Eichen House.", Stiles said. Peter frowned, blinking as he realized.

"I was in Eichen.", Peter muttered, looking up at him. "Thanks to you."

"Memory's good.", Stiles said. "Can you remember how you, uh, got out? They discharge you?"

"No, the power went out. And I ran like hell.", Peter explained.

Stiles eyebrows furrowed. "That's it? You just ran?"

"Yes, that's it. I literally just ran away from the insane asylum that was holding me hostage!", Peter said. "Until I came home with Derek and after the whole thing with Samantha's family, it was raining one day… and this horseman appeared in front of me."

The eldest Hale's eyes widened. "I got shot.", he recalled, making Stiles' eyes widen.

Peter suddenly got up, pacing back and forth. Stiles took his place on Peter's seat.

He glanced at the ticket booth, the Arrivals and Departures board, before looking at Peter again. "How long have I been here?", Peter asked him.

"We saw you three months ago.", Stiles said.

Peter nodded. "Yes, but I saw Samantha…after she and her father and brother met. She had a nosebleed and–" He suddenly gaped at Stiles. "I've been missing for three months and no one came for me?"

Stiles held his hands up in surrender. "We assumed you didn't want to be bothered with Sam's family mess.", he said, making the man frown. "But that's what the Ghost Riders do, they erase you."

"Ghost Riders?", Peter asked. "Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt?"

"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about?", Stiles asked, eyes wide.

Peter sighed, sitting down at the bench on the opposite side of Stiles. "Of course, I know what you're talking about. They ride the lightning. They are an unstoppable force of nature, but, I promise you, they don't make pit-stops in train stations."

He glanced over at the old lady that sat on Stiles's bench, watching as she gave him her best sultry smile.

Peter grimaced and shrugged before looking at Stiles. "I've escaped one prison only to land in another one. And this looks like the underground lair of a depressed bureaucrat.", he mumbled, glancing around.

"Come on, there's gotta be a way out of this place, right?" Stiles started up. "Have you tried looking around? Have you talked to anyone who knows anything?"

"If this is the Wild Hunt, there is no escape. You and I are doomed to ride the storm...forever.", Peter said.

"Yeah, we're not in the storm," Stiles stood up, walking towards him. "We're in a train station. But we can get out of a train station."

"We can't get out of here, Stiles. Because this place isn't real.", Peter countered.

Stiles looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Peter huffed. "Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station."

Stiles frowned before looking at the doors that were locked over near the corner where the ticket booth stood.

Shaking his head, he walked over to the doors, immediately tugging at the locks. Peter got up, followed after him and watched him. "What are you doing?"

Stiles glanced back at him. "Little help, please?", he asked, frowning at the man.

Peter rolled his eyes and got up. As he moved to the door, he grabbed the lock, and yanked it, destroying the chains.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay."

He opened the doors, and ran through, confused as he was transported from the door that was near the tunnel.

Peter noticed him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as well. "What the hell?" Stiles mumbled to himself, running back through the door and did it again, and again.

Panting, he thought of doing it once more, frowning at Peter's slight amusement.

"No, no, no, keep going.", Peter nodded to him.

Stiles snapped at him. "I don't see you comin' up with anything."

"Stiles.", Peter frowned as he caught a sight from the corner of his eye. The entire time Stiles was running around, he'd noticed a boy staring at the two.

He whispered. "Left shoulder, against the pillar. Don't look.", Peter advised. Much to his disappointment, Stiles did the opposite, seeing a blurry boy. "I said don't look.", Peter sighed.

"Yeah.", Stiles mumbled.

Peter looked at Stiles. "He's watching us."

"Yeah, so?"

"So… every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic. He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us.", Peter informed and nodded his head in that direction.

Stiles turned his head, looking back at the boy who was still watching and stormed over to him. The boy ducked behind the pillar. "Hey!", Stiles called, going the other way.

The boy looked over to see Stiles, only to get stopped by Peter, startling Stiles. "Oh, my god!", Stiles choked, flinching and settled down knowing who it was.

"Why are you watching us?", Peter glared at the boy.

"You tried the doors.", he chuckled. "Nobody ever tries the doors."

"Sounds like you have.", Stiles said.

"The ones that I could open. I've tried everything else.", the boy replied.

"Not everything.", Peter said. "You're still here."

"Yeah, it seems like you got some kind of a plan.", Stiles said. "So why don't you tell us about it?"

The boy scoffed. "I can tell you. Doesn't mean you can do it." 

Stiles chuckled, nodding. "Oh, we can do it." He paused, hinting at Peter. "He can, he can do it…"

"Well, it's right in front of your face." The boy explained and both Peter and Stiles faced the black void on the tunnel's archway. "You didn't see it, did you?"

"I saw it.", Stiles declared.

"Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors?", the boy asked. "I'll tell you why. Because it's all part of the illusion. You're afraid. And they want you to be afraid."

"I'm not afraid.", Peter said and headed for the tunnel. He got closer until he started to slow down, hesitant.

The boy lightly smirked. "Can't do it, can you?" He glanced up and over at Stiles. "He can't do it."

"We really should kill him.", Peter said to Stiles.

"Or you can just walk through it.", Stiles suggested, walking towards him.

Peter let out a heavy breath, readying himself. 'Push me.", he tells Stiles.

"What did you say?", Stiles asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Push me!", Peter exclaimed.

Stiles, confused, held onto Peter's back, and shoved Peter through. Peter stumbled over his feet, but stopped and glanced around.

"Now you're gettin' it.", The boy smiled widely, heading off into the tunnel.

Peter glanced back at Stiles. "Stiles. Stiles, let's go.", Peter ordered.

Stiles didn't move. Instead, he stared into the dark tunnel and sighed. Peter frowned, and grabbed Stiles by the shirt and pulled him into the darkness with him.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Groaning softly, Sam woke up to the sound of loud beeping. Looking up, she sees the ceiling of a car. Her eyes widened as she sat up from the reclined seat.

She was inside the jeep? How? Aside from that, she saw a man hooking a latch onto the Jeep's bumper and she quickly pressed the horn, scaring the man.

Once he saw Sam, he let out a relieved sigh. "Christ–"

"What're you doing to the Jeep?", Sam asked. 

"Taking it to the Pound. What're you doing inside it?", he asked. Sam glared at the man, and pulled out a set of keys, hoping he'd take the hint.

Before the man could say anything, Lydia stormed up to the man. "Hey!", she called. "You can't tow this Jeep."

"Paperwork says I can.", the man said, glancing down at his clipboard. "It's reported as abandoned."

"Does it look abandoned to you?", Sam yelled, shocking Lydia.

Lydia placed her hand on the hood, turning to the man. "It's not."

He looked at her. "Oh, so this is your vehicle?"

Lydia tilted her head a bit. "Does it matter?"

He scoffed. "Sounds like a no."

Scott ran up, suddenly. He panted, walking over to the driver's side of the jeep. "It's mine. Uh, my Jeep. Thank you. I'll move it. Once I get the keys.", he glanced into the windshield at Sam with raised eyebrows.

The guy shrugged. "I'm sorry, once it's on the hook…"

"Please don't say, 'you're on the hook".", Lydia frowned, unamused.

"Well, I can't now." The man was about to leave and Sam frowned.

Scott stopped the guy. "O-Okay," He started. "Look, there's gotta be something that we can do. Sign something? Call someone?"

"Pay someone?", Lydia added, opening her purse. The man grinned. "Drop fee's a hundred and fifty. Cash."

Lydia pulled out her money and Scott's jaw dropped, sputtering in disbelief. "A hundred and fifty?"

He looked at the jeep. "This thing isn't even worth that much."

Sam frowned at the boy. "Watch it, McCall!" Scott's eyes widened at Sam. "Come on, Scott," Lydia fussed. "How much you got?"

His eyes widened at her. "Uh, how much have you got?", he asked, sticking his hand into his back pocket. 

"Just give me your money.", she hissed. Scott sighed, and took out a small wad, counting it. "All I have is $50. And when I say 'all' I mean all."

Lydia took the money with her $100, handing it to the guy and he happily took it, unhooking the Jeep and headed up into his truck lifting up the platform in the back and finally left.

Scott glanced at Sam. "How the hell did you even get in?"

"Did… Did you sleep in the Jeep?", he asked, as she opened the door, keeping one door unlocked.

"I don't remember even getting in…", Sam said. Scott placed his hands on the girl's shoulders. "Why'd you save the Jeep?", Scott asked.

"Because it's not just a Jeep.", she said. "It's Roscoe."

"Roscoe?", Lydia asked.

"Yeah.", Sam nodded. 

"Okay so, why save Roscoe the Jeep?", Scott asked.

"Because I remember it. And, I remember someone always taking care of it. Plus, it just appeared out of nowhere when I was just walking around.", Sam said.

"Made it appear? Made it appear…", Lydia whispered, her eyes widened in realization. "Like how Corey made the Library key card appear even though it was invisible?", she asked, making Scott look at her in realization as well. "And how he made the Ghost Rider at the party appear.", Scott added.

Sam looked at the jeep. "I don't know how, or what I did, but it's here.", she frowned. "I just was so upset and wanted to find Stiles. I felt like I was alone in this, so I did some pacing and found myself in front of it."

She looked at them. "I think I remember being tired, but I don't remember getting in the jeep."

"Okay, but why Roscoe?", Scott asked, finding the name weird.

"I don't know. I just know that that's what it was called.", Sam said.

She looks at them. "I think this is another relic."

However, on the underside of their world, Stiles, Peter and Trent walked further into the tunnel. It didn't make sense. If there wasn't a train for Beacon Hills, why were they there to begin with? Why them?

His thoughts paused as they came up into another part of a train station.

"Congratulations," Peter muttered. "You found another part of the phantom train station."

Stiles kept walking. "Is this the way out?"

"If it was, we would be leaving.", Peter said, annoyed. Trent stopped them. "Thanks for your input." He looked back at him.

"We're trying to get out here and go back to our home and people who need us. At least I am.", Stiles said. 

"By that, you mean back to your ridiculous friends?", Peter asked. "This would be easier if Sam were here. She could probably detect us in the dark and bring us back.", Stiles muttered. 

"Sam?", the boy asked. "Sam Wilson?", he asked, looking at Stiles who looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"So, you're Stiles.", he said. 

"How do you know about her?", Stiles asked, frowning. "She's about this tall," Trent lifts his hand a little by his head, "Puffy hair?"

Stiles nodded. "I saw her.", the passenger said. "She can see the people in here. Most of them are already called for death. I'm pretty sure I'm on my way too."

Stiles and Peter looked at each other in shock before looking at the boy. "Where'd you see her?", Stiles asked. "In a house. She was with another girl. Lydia, is it?"

Stiles' eyes widened. They were still friends…. Thank God. "What house? Who else were they with?", he asked.

Trent shrugged. "Some woman. But she's dead. How Lydia was able to see her is beyond me.", he said, moving away from the tracks.

"You might want to stay off the tracks. 'Cause that's the way in and out." He pointed down at the end of the tunnel where it's doused in darkness. Stiles and Peter nodded, getting up on the platform.

"So, what, we're dying?", Stiles asked. "That's why we're in this station?"

"Yes.", the boy said. "Okay so, how were you able to be seen by Sam? D-Did you talk to her? Anything?", Stiles asked.

"I talked to her and I was actually able to speak, but–" Stiles cut him off. "What did you say?"

"I told her that whatever that she was looking for was right in front of her face.", he said. "And before I could get anything else, I got interrupted by a woman. A dead woman."

Stiles frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "A dead — a dead woman?"

The boy nodded. "What do you mean?", Stiles asked, watching as the boy's behavior suddenly got desperate. 

"They're coming.", he says, making them aware of the horses' neighing.

Trent ran over behind a pillar to hide himself, making  Stiles and Peter do the same as they watched at the end of the tunnel burst into green smoke.

In came a Ghost Rider with two more riding behind the first. The horses galloped down the tracks into the darkness of the other end of the track.

Sighing out of relief, the three moved from behind their pillars. "That's the way out?" Peter pointed to the entrance where the riders appeared. Trent gulped, nodding. "How in the hell are we supposed to do that?", Peter asked.

"We jump.", Trent said.

"Jump?", Peter looked at him with wide eyes.

"On the back of the riders as they go through.", Trent explained, quickly.

"Is that all?"

"I've been timing it.", Trent said, looking at Peter. "Look, we can jump from here just before they go out."

"I think you're confusing your pronouns. We aren't going to do anything.", Peter said, swinging a finger between Stiles and him. "But you should absolutely give that a shot."

"Do you not wanna get out of here?", Trent asked, frustrated. "We want to get out alive, okay? How do you know this works? Seems like a lot could go wrong.", Stiles said.

"Look, I can't stay here. I'm losing my mind in this place.", Trent's voice desperate.

"I think you have an excellent grasp of the situation. I say go for it.", Peter said.

Stiles frowned at the man. "Peter." 

The horses neighed in the distance once more. Trent tapped Stiles's shoulder. "Hey, they're coming back."

Peter and Stiles got behind one pillar and Trent got behind another, waiting. 

Peter looked around the corner and Stiles nudged him. "No, we can't let him do this, right?"

"What if he's right?", Peter asked.

"Hey, we'll figure something else out.", Stiles said.

He turned to Trent, sure that there was another way. It had to be… "Hey, look, there's gotta be another way out of this place."

"But there isn't.", Trent shook his head. "I've been looking for months. Are you comin' or not?"

"It's all you.", Peter said, stepping away as the  Ghost Riders passed him and Stiles. Trent readied himself up just before Stiles tried to run for him only for Peter to stop Stiles, pulling him back. "Let him try.", Peter said.

They watched Trent take off running and jumped onto the back of the horse, struggling to stay onto the Ghost Rider as they kept on riding towards the invisible portal. "Come on, come on.", Peter whispered, nervous.

Trent was close enough until it was his and the other Ghost Rider's turn. The horse traveled through as well as the Ghost Rider did.

However, the portal reflected him off of the rider like a mountain ash barrier, throwing him on his back.

Before Peter or Stiles could say anything, Trent's pain-filled screams shocked them into silence as they watched him be swallowed by green like fire, burning his body into ash, only leaving behind a skeleton.

"Somehow I don't think that went the way that he was hoping.", Peter said letting out a soft breath.

"No, wait." Stiles shook his head, jumping off of the platform, and ran over to Trent's skeleton. "Stiles, he's dead. You see his face? Trust me, he's gone.", Peter emphasized.

Stiles said, frustrated. "You knew he'd die."

"I didn't know. I mean, I assumed.", Peter said with a shrug.

"Yeah," Stiles turned to Peter. "But you could have warned him."

"He was gonna do it anyway. Now, we know.", Peter said, exasperated.

"Know what?", Stiles asked.

"That we're stuck.", Peter declared, jumping down and walked towards Stiles. "It's over. We are trapped because that was our only way out."

"Or that's just what they want us to believe.", Stiles said, still feeling hopeful. 

Peter looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "What?", Peter growled. "What is it with you teenagers? You think that you're so special? You think the rules don't apply to you? Do you get it? We are dead and buried."

Stiles watched as Peter dug into his pocket, grabbing his wallet. Peter opened it up, grabbing the few bills Stiles had in there. "Money? It's worthless." He let them drop to the floor before Stiles could reach for them.

"Driver's license? Credit cards?", Peter took them out, tossing them onto the tracks. Stiles tried to grab his things. "Give me my damn wallet back.", Stiles said under his breath, getting upset.

"It's all meaningless.", Peter said and threw the wallet onto the ground and saw Stiles's keys to his Jeep in his pocket, grabbing those. "Keys?"

"Give me my keys.", Stiles frowned, panting. Peter tossed them up onto the platform. Stiles glared at Peter, his eyes glossing.

What was up with Peter's defeat? If he wasn't persistent, he wasn't Peter. He knew that. Peter wasn't a liar. Deceiving, yes, but dishonest?

He must really feel defeated.

"What, did you think you were gonna drive us out of here? Is that what you thought? Do you get it? We don't exist. And we are already forgotten.", Peter said.

"Somebody's gonna remember me.", Stiles determined.

Peter frowned at him, pulling out a picture of the 5 teens sitting on a bench. "This? This was already gone. It's not going to matter.", he said, throwing the picture down.

Stiles scrambled to catch the picture, holding it in a tight hand.

"Lydia, or Scott, Malia, Sam. They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me.", he stood, glaring at Peter. "But who would ever come for you?"

Peter slowly nodded at him. "You give me a call when your high school sweethearts conjure up a plan to get out of here.", he said before storming off. 

Stiles frowned, looking at the picture in his hand.

Looking at his forever growing adoration, his eyes glistened. He spent his last days in his jeep with her.

He had finally said 'I love you'. Not that he was in love with her, but a full on confession. Not just out of desperation and fear, but out of honesty. He wanted her to know. He always did.

He looked at his best friend. Though the two butted heads, that was his brother at the end of the day and he hoped Scott knew that. He wanted him to know that.

He looked at his previous lover, someone he'd help become docile. Human, once more. He believed in her. He wanted her to have a life outside of being a coyote and all though it took some time, it was worth it.

Though they didn't have the best ending, he still cared. He never stopped.

Lastly, his first friend. The girl that never failed to make him smile. The one that accepted all his shenanigans and even joined in them. He couldn't bear the thought of her forgetting him. Not after what she said.

She was the sister he never asked for, but welcomed all the same. She was his Mother Hen when her mom or Melissa wasn't able to be. He'd never ask for anything more if he could just hear her say how clumsy he was or how stupid he was to give up.

She'd fight to make sure everything was okay again.

And that's what he was gonna do. With or without Peter's help. He placed the picture into his plaid shirt's pocket, gathering his things before leaving the tracks.

#poc oc #teen wolf #stiles teen wolf #teen wolf season 6 #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinksi #stiles stilinski #derek hale x oc #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #x black reader #derek hale x plus size reader #derek hale #my future tw #stydia #teen wolf x oc #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfic #chubby black reader #black readers #black representation #black tumblr #black reader #chubby black oc #black ocs #black oc

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The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 4

Part 1: link

Part 2: link

Part 3: link

Previously, on the Tory Prom Parable...

You and Robby Keene crashed the West Valley High junior prom with the sole intention of pissing off your lame exes, Miguel Diaz and Samantha LaRusso. It works like a charm! They catch sight of you walking in in a power stance, and they are in fact pissed off immediately.

But there's been a snag in your carefully-crafted plan--you forgot to account for the fact you exist in a fix-it fic, so unlike the absolute trainwreck that was 4x08, Sam and Miguel will actually be acting in-character here. Which means, of course, that they immediately got the fuck out of there, considering...you know. Y'all traumatized them terribly that one time and all that jazz.

You are faced with the decision of how to proceed with your targets gone...

You decide your best move is to use the age-old wisdom "If it sucks, hit da bricks!!!" And indeed, this dance does suck balls and much battery and aggravated assault will be committed against building materials on this fine night.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask Robby. "I mean...our exes aren't even here, and prom is a stupid performative rich kid thing anyways."

His eyes light up with such unfiltered excitement that it's actually kind of cute.

Robby Keene also has pretty eyes. Not that you'd ever tell him that, no sir. You told Miguel Diaz he had pretty eyes once, and look how that turned out.

"My thoughts exactly, Tor," Robby says. "To hell with this place."

Tor?! That's kind of...

No. No, bad Tory. We're not doing this song and dance again. Dating is for schmucks who inevitably get ditched for rich kids with trust funds and whatever-the-fuck-else.

This havoc-causing night is strictly professional, and you know it.

On the way out you pass Hawk and Demetri on the dance floor, jokingly waltzing to some ballad.

At least...you think they're jokingly waltzing. They're eye-fucking the crap out of each other, which is pretty damn weird.

You wonder if perhaps it's no accident that Demetri's wedgie-receiving and also weirdly hot girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Well, no matter.

You ram your shoulder into Demetri as you pass, making him spill punch on his stupid pac-man suit. Get fucked, nerd.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?!" Hawk shrieks after you. "Come back here! I'll beat your ass!"

"Was that Tory Nichols?" you hear Demetri say, in a tone a frightened rabbit might use if prey animals could talk. Good.

You're unconcerned. Hawk is all bark and no bite. He wouldn't have even snapped that pussy Demetri's arm if you and the Cobras hadn't been cheering him on. Take away the best of his team, and Hawk is just a weirdo with a back tattoo and a mediocre punch at best.

"What a couple of suckers," you say to Robby.

To your surprise, he frowns a little bit.

"Demetri's alright," he says. "We were in Miyagi-Do together. He's not all that annoying once you get to know him a bit."

You stop just before the back door, feeling a sudden rush of anger.

"Hey! Who never once emailed you in juvie? Who was all too happy to boot you out of his life as soon as you accidentally hurt Precious Golden Boy Miguel Diaz? Face it, Robby--he chose the aggro asshole who kissed your girlfriend and the guy who broke his own arm over you when you were nothing but a good friend to him."

Robby hesitates.

"I don't know if I was--"

"You protected that loser nerd at the mall. And again at that party. And what'd you get in return? He ghosted you and went crawling back to the same asshole buddies he joined Miyagi-Do to learn how to fight. He only hung out with you so he wouldn't be alone! Kid was all too happy to ditch you when he got back the friends he liked better. For god's sake, have a little self-respect!"

It's strange. You know these stories because you heard them from the other side--Hawk's bitching, mostly--but they're painted in a much different light when she thinks about them from Robby's point of view. He really did do everything he could to protect a naive idiot who refused to stop prodding at one of Cobra Kai's most dangerous fighters.

Demetri hardly deserves that kind of safety net.

You realize too late that you're crying. The anger has grown too raw for you to care.

Because you know what it's like. Always being second-best in someone's heart, no matter how hard you try. Getting fucked over by people you trusted with your greatest vulnerabilities. Fair-weather friends who act like they get you--who act like they care--and then vanish into the wind as soon as your uglier side pokes out.

Aisha Robinson. Miguel Diaz. Hawk Moskowitz. All the friends you've made and lost, moving schools and having new people drawn to your energy only to run when the teeth and claws come out.

Pussies, all of them. But it still hurts.

Robby is silent for some time, just looking at you in surprise. He clearly didn't expect for you to feel so strongly about some nerd in a lame pac-man suit.

Some realization seems to dawn in those nice green eyes of his. "I guess you're right," he says quietly. "I hadn't thought of it like that."

"I know the feeling." You smile weakly, suddenly not caring if you're showing a little vulnerability. "People abandoning you. Giving up on you after one mistake. If there's one thing I've learned, it's just...you have to leave them behind. You have to move on. It hurts, but they're not worth shit if you care more than they do."

"Yeah." Robby nods slowly.

He glances back to where Demetri is still on the dance floor, frantically wiping down his suit with wet napkins. He's probably making the stain worse.

"Actually, you know what?" Robby curls his lip. "Fuck him. He's a whiny bitch of a fake friend."

"Yeah!" Before you can stop yourself, you're genuinely beaming and playfully punching Robby in the shoulder. "That's the spirit! We can do better than those losers, and you know it. You'll wipe the floor with both of them at the tournament, anyways."

That seems to cheer Robby up.

He doesn't strike you as the type of guy who's gotten a lot of unconditional support in his life. You'd be happy to be the first to provide it.

Both of you scurry out the back of the prom venue and find where you parked the car. There's a bright red slip of paper tucked under a windshield wiper. You pull it out and rip it to smithereens, throwing it up so it rains down like confetti because, once again, fuck the police.

"So." You lean suavely against the side of the car, wiggling your eyebrows fake-flirtily (it's only fake flirting, you swear). "Seems like the night is ours, Keene. Guess we should make good use of it."

"Guess we should."

#tory nichols #robby keene #tory prom parable #keenry #robby x tory #tory x robby #ck polls #tumblr polls #polls #cobra kai #cobra kai season 4 #4x08 fix it #brandon nichols #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk #miguel diaz #fun fact: I was originally only going to have Robby and Tory argue about Demetri if people chose the “antagonize Hawk and Demetri” route #but I think it's such a fun little bit that I worked it into this route anyways #tbh from Robby's POV (and now Tory's too!) Demetri WOULD come across as a shitty ungrateful friend #like Robby protected him consistently in MD and Demetri ghosts the fuck outta him when he goes to juvie #and like. Obviously it's because Demetri sided with Miguel over That Whole Thing #which is 100% fair #but from Robby's POV it would probably feel like yet another betrayal and yet another person preferring Miguel over him #poor man can't catch a break :( #fwiw if it were me in that situation I'd probably side with Tory here #I have a friend who ditches me to go back to being besties with my 2 asshole nemeses??? Yeah fuck that guy I'll pour punch on his suit #also this Tory character study is so much funnnnn it's kind of amazing how much she's grown on me the last 2 seasons <3 #Robby too!

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What makes me, personally, very emotional about Daniel's second showdown with Terry is that all his loved ones believe him.

Because he wasn't believed before.

First, Daniel didn't tell anyone - Terry made him feel complicit.

Then, when he could've, the story, in Terry's own words, "sounds insane just talking about it." So why speak? At least he can spare himself the pain of being invalidated.

Which of course is exactly what happens, before Terry even shows up.

The board has written evidence that Daniel is right. But he's too emotional in his plea, and Johnny looks so approachable, and isn't this much nicer to believe that an underdog from Reseda wants to do something good for kids?

No matter they have known Daniel for years. No matter he can back it up in writing. It's a strange, ugly story, told by a man so pretty he might as well be a woman, and as women all over know, men don't want to believe victims, especially female ones. They'll do anything not to.

And then Terry comes back and again Daniel is not believed, and in a nice inversion of the sexes, it takes Amanda talking to a female relative to finally believe her own spouse, same as sometimes wives need to convince their husband's brother or best friend that they're not being hysterical. Even though Amanda knows her husband is incredibly upset. Even though she got her daughter attacked and her house vandalised by Cobra Kai, Daniel is not trustworthy.

But, Chozen? Chozen is not believed because he is foreign and not white even though he can confirm that Silver's style has a very dangerous and negative reputation. Together with the earlier ban on Cobra Kai that should make sense. And as should the fact that he's an expert.

But it's only when Daniel is dangerously hurt that all his loved ones rally behind him.

Why did no one press charges? Well, Daniel wasn't a passive victim. He was clearly being stalked, but he did hit back, so...

And he could have died. Were this a story about some aggressive ex, he would have died, most likely. Cobra Kai likes its miracle escapes, though.

Only when everyone rallies behind him and Silver is exposed, stripped from his societal advantages -

Does Daniel have enough headspace to parry Silver's attacks. Because when worst should come to worst, he is supported. No way Samantha, Miguel, Robby, even Amanda would have not stepped in to help him.

It's the moral support (or lack thereof) that decides this fight...

Moral support hardly anyone but another marginalised person was willing to give, and moral support Daniel knew would be hard to come by, so he didn't speak of what Silver had done to him.

Any child or woman dealing with abuse can probably relate.

Woman coded indeed.

#cobra kai spoilers #cobra kai season 5 #daniel larusso #daniel larusso meta #abuse #stalking tw #abuse tw #tw abuse #stalking

[signalwatch]

Shatner Watch: Star Trek II and Shatner in Austin

 O Captain!  My Captain!

Watched:  01/15/2023

Format:  uhhhh....  we watched the movie on a screen and then Shatner was there!  Right in front of us!

Viewing:  Movie - 1,000th, Shatner - First

Director:  Nicholas Meyer/ No one tells Bill what to do

I won't comment too much on the actual movie of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982).  It was watching the movie with a 1000 people in an symphony hall.  Correction - watching it with 1000 Trekkies and Trekkers.  Both you and I have seen this movie dozens of times.  I will say this - it's easy to forget what Kirstie Alley was like on the big screen, but she certainly was a presence (RIP and good golly).  And, of course, seeing the ship-to-ship combat on the big screen is always a pleasure and needs to be more of what Star Trek does when it's not Strange New Worlds-ing.

It's also remarkable how many people from the film have now passed.  Just this last year we lost Kirstie Allie and the great Nichelle Nichols.  But Nimoy, DeForest Kelly, Doohan, Merritt Butrick, Montalban, Bibi Besch (who I just realized is the mother of Samantha Mathis), Paul Winfield...  all gone.

Watching the film with 1000 Trekkies is also an experience in itself.  And as I have not been in many crowds in roughly 3 years, it took me a minute to click to "oh, right.  Trekkies." as the people around me quoted along with the movie - sometimes before the line, sometimes along with, or... sometimes after?  But yes.  And of course really enjoying a movie only the way you can when you've committed large parts of your brain specifically to that movie.  Anyway - it's very good I know the movie so well myself, or I'd lose my mind.  In this case - it was just part of the experience.

Making my present for Simon look like absolute garbage, Simon got us third row tickets, dead center.  I was looking directly up at Shatner when he took the stage post movie.  He's a wildly spry 91.  You'd mistake him for a man in his 60's.  My understanding is that he would tell many of the same tales if you saw him before, but as we left, the folks around me commented that it was all new stuff.  His trip to space with Blue Origin absolutely made the already brilliant and erudite man more reflective.  

It's worth noting that Kirk is one of my original childhood heroes that I've never lost fondness for.  Arguably, I have been trying to have Kirk's haircut since high school.  

just look at that masterpiece of coiffurnicity

  The audience were able to submit questions, and, yes - "Simon from England" was our own SimonUK, indeed.  Simon and I exchanged a very knowing nod of his earned street cred when the question was asked.  

I think Shatner has done a good job in the past two decades or more of proving he's not just Captain Kirk.  Kirk has allowed him to a life of exploration, both of our world and within.  The journey to our planet's edge and beyond may have cemented those two journeys into one.  His thoughts on what it means to be and exist and the interconnectedness of all living things is beyond spiritual and quite lovely.

I was expecting an entertaining evening, but it was a remarkable one in many ways.  Shatner has been working Con-crowds for decades, he knows how to tell a story - even if its not the story that answers the questions he's being asked.  Or it seems a long walk to get to the point (same, Bill, same).  But it was *inspiring* in a way I did not know was coming.  He's done so much and wisely lived a life of inquiry, saying "yes" whenever he could, that he might boldly go.  

His message about our fragile earth is one I believe in.  I might not have the same point of view - I have not been to space, the Himalayas, all around the world... but I am grateful for his perspective.  

Anyway - a night to remember.  And it was my Christmas gift from Simon, so I need to find something else to throw in the bag with my frankly unimpressive present to try to level the playing field a bit.

 Bill wows the crowd

Bill and moderator Lars Nilsen of Austin Film Society

All in all, a great night.  Thanks, Si!

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MAG033, Boatswain’s Call

Case #0110201, Carlita Sloane Release date: August 18, 2016 First listen: 6th November, walking into work, remember crossing the overflow car park

The Big Boy Man, Oh Lord, He Cometh. Our first look at Peter Lukas, the other Sad Sea Dad of Rusty Quill.

- TIMOTHY STOKER! THE STONKER! MY BOY! MY SWEET CHEESE! MY ROTTEN LIL’ SOLDIER BOY!

- Reasons I love Tim: He gives me ‘bi guy who uses finger guns’ energy, he is not above weaponising his charms, and he’s also concerned about hoW SOME SHIT DOESN’T ADD UP JONNY!

- I’m being overly critical and harsh, and God knows, if I’d been putting a project like this together, I’d need a warehouse for all the wall space my cork boards would need to take up, but I’m grateful that they are addressing some of this in universe.

- I feel sorry for Jon and Jonny both. For Jon, he got yeeted into this position with no warning, he’s trying his best but he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing so he’s clinging to professionalism and academia like his life depends on it. These mistakes must be hugely embarrassing for him, eating away at him. And if these mistakes are just honest writing slips, then I feel for Jonny. It’s a new, big project, the early days were fucking chaos because of a perfect storm of issues, mistakes get made. But I love how it’s handled in universe.

- ‘Oh, and don’t get me started on the other case numbers around the Hill Top hauntings, they’re a mess…’ BIG MOOD.

- Please tell me Josh Cole and Samantha Emery were listeners who heard the inconsistencies and got in touch. Also, what sort of degrees are these guys doing, because I want in on that.

Supplemental: THEY WERE! Oh I love that! Heck yeah!

- Tim’s trying to be so kind about it and making it out to be no big deal, even using it as an opportunity to introduce Jon to some other people around the institute, and Jon is snapping and snarling like a cornered, wounded animal.

- Tim being the audience surrogate to give us a clear explanation of the file numbering system, thank you sweet child. Also possible that he does in fact know the system, and it pitching a soft ball at Jon to rebuild his confidence a little.

- Tim is like the office emotional support golden retriever and I love him but that role can take its toll on a person and my boy’s got hidden depths. I think he can just see Jon struggling and it trying to throw him a line.

- ‘Martin keeps showing me his tongue and asking if it ‘looks infested’.’ You can hear the ‘bi panic’ in that uncomfortable laugh because you KNOW my boy Martin is a snacc.

- Jon just sounds so beaten down and tired. I don’t suppose any of them have been sleeping terribly well of late, between Sasha’s encounter with The Distortion and Martin’s encounter with The Flesh Hive. The Institute probably isn’t the most welcoming or homiest of bolt holds.

- Straight out the gate, needed to google where Porto do Itaqui was because I had next to no idea. Also, Brazil if flipping huge and its’ shore line is a lot wigglier than I gave it credit for.

- The Tundra, what a name for a ship. Ugh, it’s brilliant, I hate it. The world’s Arctic Tundra is estimated to have a population of 4 million. That’s 0.05% of the world’s population for about 10% of the world’s land mass.

- ‘A lot of people don’t think shipping is a job for women. Hell, a lot of people who work on ships don’t think it is.’ The 2021 BIMCO/ICS Seafarer Workforce Report records women making up 1.2% of the global seafarer workforce, and that’s a 45.8% increase compared with the 2015 report. Carlita has has to fight for her place and I bloody respect her for that. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had, indeed, made men bled for it.

- ‘…at that point I was starting to get a bit desperate’, and that’s just how they get you isn’t it. The Entities have a wonderful knack of rolling in when all the other doors are closing and you believe that the alternative for what you reaching for has to be worse. I wasn’t sure what ‘workaway’ meant, as far as I understand it, she’d be working for passage and food.

- Peter Lukas. The Big Boy Man himself. Wonder if the lil bit of pepper Jon is putting on the name is the result of a few jigsaw pieces falling into place?

- ‘He sat there at a small table, completely alone, drinking a cup of black coffee.’ There is zero joy in this man. Just none.

- The way Carlita describes it, with the feeling of a door closing, it almost feels like Lukas is maintaining a little pocket of the lonely in this seedy bar, one that Carlita unwitting steps into, leaving the rest of the world behind.

- ‘We have one space.’ Well… isn’t that fucking convenient.

- The lack of activity and the shipping containers already in situ, I’m trying to remember, does Carlita discover that they’re empty?

- I looked up a boatswain’s call whistle and played a few mp3, shrill little things. Got a lot of different calls to relay different messages over the noise of work and the sea, but my favourite thing I learned is that in Star Trek, the boatswain's call can be heard before anytime Kirk speaks to the crew over the comms.

- Not sure what the pay difference is between ordinary and able seaman, but the ranking system was introduced in1652. I think it is just a case of experience at sea.

- Must have been a quick cast off and she must have been desperate if she didn’t have time to discover the bearing until they were already out of port. One advantage to being OS as opposed to an AS I suppose is a drop in responsibilities. In theory, she just needed to pull her weight and get home.

- ‘Hell, not being too comfortable around people is a damn fine reason to go to sea.’ Big mood. But you can’t really take that with you an apply it to the crew that same way. Not when you’re working on the sea and need to work together for survival in so many instances. As well as the isolation, there’s the added threat of isolation in a hostile environment. Also kudos to her for not going insane, I really like my own company, but I’m not a fan of extended silence. Don’t like the thoughts getting in, so I turn to podcasts, and podcasts lead to these sort of fucking things…

- Kinda feel for Lukas a lil, even on your own boat, you’re hiding from folks.

- What was it about Sean Kelly that made him scared? Had he been a recent addition to the crew? Fresh enough to not be hardened to it but there long enough to know what’s happening? Also, making him a quasi countryman to Carlita, there was a foothold for camaraderie there, but it never happened.

- Containers rusted in place, never moved on or off of the Tundra, only painted and repainted. The cargo isn’t in the containers. There may have been worries about Carlita’s previous ship possibly trafficking people, but I think this vessel is of more concern.

- I appreciate that she’s smart and savvy enough to not go poking around when she first sees something amiss. We’ve had some idiots, and Ms Sloane is not one of them.

- Gotta love a woman with a pair of steelies.

- EMPTY CONTAINERS! CALLED IT!

- The boatswain's call, the ‘old-fashioned boat, with oars and a winch’, there’s something archaic about The Lonely. Something very old, or rather, behind the times.

- Yup, Sean Kelly’s the sacrificial lamb and the whistle is the dinner bell. It’s a little bit of a take on the ‘Appease the Volcano God’ trope, swapping heat and lava for cold and fog.

- ‘…it “hadn’t been an easy choice”.’ Yeah I would have stuck to myself after that too.

- ‘…twenty-five thousand pounds. For barely two weeks work. I don’t mind telling you, it was almost enough to tempt me back. Almost.’ So that’s why folks stay. For the pay. I wonder how many folks on that vessel were desperate enough that they chose to roll the dice and keep sailing?

- ‘…here does not appear to have been anything explicitly supernatural occurring in this statement.’ Jon’s right, from the outside it just appears real weird and probably a murder was committed.

- ‘…the Tundra is a currently-active cargo ship operating for Solus Shipping PLC, a company founded and majority-owned by Nathaniel Lukas.’ Solus… solo… urgh. Also, where in the line of Jonah’s Lukas sugar daddies does Nathaniel fall? Actually, that’s a present tense. Is that Elias’ ex-to-the-power-of-twelve brother-in-law or something?

- ‘It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to do any further investigations into this.’ Proceeds to list off a shopping list of hinky shit that warrants a lot of digging getting more salty and rabid with each word. Starting to see a little bit of season 2 Jon come through there.

#MAG033 #the magnus archives #The Lonely

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

The Sunken Ship: Prologue

I am on vacation. I should not be writing random DSMP fanfiction on my phone while I'm on vacation. I am in need of help.

Anyway, enjoy! (I have no idea how this will go or if I'll actually finish this)

Here's a fish so I can start the prologue.

The warm summer breeze blows in your face and the scent of the salt seas fill your nose. You're looking at the dark clouds having formed high in the sky, a little bit of sunlight beautifully shining through the covers.

"Y/N! Y/N!" A familiar voice calls out to you and you look up from the aggressive waves below you when Samantha's happy face appears, wearing her usual shirt with shorts. The young girl, and one of the two sisters of your boyfriend, has always been able to make you smile, as you see what Jared has done to her this time. "Look! I look like a man now!" She shows you her hairstyle, which indeed makes her look a little masculine, as your beloved partner also appears quickly, probably done with helping his father out.

"You still need some more things to be an actual man, Sams," he says as he ruffles her hair, before glancing over at you for a moment. "You're too short."

"I'm still growing! Dad said I'll outgrow you, bitch!"

"Yeah, which will be the moment Dad won't allow you to come with us anymore either," Jared reminds him, before his father comes out and asks for the girl to come and see what they caught today. Samantha gives you a tight hug, before happily running off to see what her father has to offer. You simply laugh.

"You really have to stop teasing her someday, Jar. Before you know it, she'll actually take your words seriously."

"Well, she should. She doesn't seem to understand that our fishing boat is already a little too small for our heights. If she really does end up getting taller than 1.80 meter, as the doctor said, then she won't be able to help us out."

"She'll realize that when it's time. Just don't be too harsh on her." After saying this, you turn to the raging water below you again, watching as the waves start getting more violent, hitting against the side of the boat, swinging it more and more. You let out a sigh.

Jared puts his arm around you and presses a kiss on your cheek, before following your eyes and looking at the darker clouds. "Dad said we'll be sailing through the Dreamuda Triangle today to avoid most of the storm." When he says this, you feel your blood freeze and turn to your lover with wide eyes. He meets them without hesitation.

"Has he lost his mind?" Is all you can say, but Jared simply shrugs.

"Just because people claim there's paranormal activity in that area doesn't mean it's dangerous. He knows what he's doing."

You doubt that. You really doubt that.

However, you don't say anything and instead give him a kiss on the cheek as well before leaving him to go to the captain himself, who is already sailing right into the area all fishers are advised to stay out of. Samantha is playing some music excitedly in the kitchen, so you try to keep your voice down while talking to Jared's Dad strictly.

"Jared said that we'll be going through the Dreamuda Triangle," you say first, at which the man nods. "Are you insane?"

"I understand what you think, Y/N," the father answers, sounding genuinely sympathetic, "but as the captain of this ship and the father of three children, I have to make the decision to prioritise their safety, and by going around the Triangle we'll only be going through the worst parts of the storm and that's something we can say for certain. The stories that people tell about their weird fever dreams and shit, is not factual."

"I understand, but we're going through the storm nonetheless!" You protest, Samantha's music being too loud for him to actually hear you. So, gesturing to you to stay there to be in charge of the boat's route for a moment, he leaves to go to Samantha, requesting her to go to her brother while you and he talk.

However, as soon as Samantha has run out of the kitchen, your eyes are focused on the compass, which is going insane. The Captain comes inside again, also noticing the activity but not considering it a threat yet.

"I understand your worries, Y/N, but we've gone through a storm before and survived. Why should this time be any different?" As if that simple sentence summoned Satan himself, a very bright light flashes for a moment, almost hitting the boat in the process as it causes an intense increase in aggression of the sea, a wave of water almost growing too high. Heavy raindrops start falling down, creating a haunting symphony of horror and panic, until a crying Samantha runs inside, putting her arms around you and begging for your protection. "Stay here," her father tells the both of you, before running outside, probably to check up on his son and bring him inside as well. Another sound of thunder can be heard and Samantha screams, meanwhile you're not able to make any sound whatsoever, putting her face into your clothing while you protectively tighten your grip around her.

"It's going to be okay, Samantha," you tell the young girl reassuringly, despite barely believing it yourself, "I promise."

However, as the boat starts swinging even more excitedly and the storm gets even more concerning, but your shock is not that bad at first, until Samantha's father enters the room with Jared leaning onto him.

Your partner's eyes are closed and his face is covered with blood. You don't know what happened, but judging by Samantha's reaction, he must've hurt himself while trying to protect his little sister.

"I'm going outside again to take down the sails," he says. "Keep Jared here and stay here with Samantha." You just nod, trying to keep your cool, but when Samantha sees her father leave, she immediately follows him and you're not quick enough to stop her, for the waves hit the boat so hard that you're thrown to the side, only in time to prevent Jared from hurting his head too much more than necessary. He's still unconscious, but at least he's breathing.

Another flash of lightning blinds you and the loud sound of thunder hurts your head, sending you into complete distress as you open the door and look for Samantha and her father, both of whom have disappeared. Not knowing what else to do, you go into the kitchen again and put Jared into a secure position, so he won't get hurt too badly once more, before closing the door to the bridge and trying to get some control of the boat, despite your lack of knowledge on this. However, the fear of leaving Samantha and her father behind in the sea is too overwhelming and so is the panic of what's going on.

You're hyperventilating and you didn't even realize. You're slowly starting to feel more light-headed, but succeeding in calming yourself down in the stressful situation. However, as soon as you've succeeded in this, the sea finally manages to consume you whole, the sudden hit causing you to hit your head and pass out. Soon enough, you're met with only darkness.

#dsmp #reader #multiple chapters #c!dsmp #possibly dsmp x reader #fanfiction #prologue

[fundiesimsfamily]

Teenclub

Samantha Freeman is leading the teenclub for now. But her eldest son is now 12 years old and will soon join the club so she can't be leader anymore. She has a little farewell party. The youth pastor, Romeo Clarkson, will take over.

Samantha: Hi Rohan, nice to see you here too

Rohan: Yes, ofcourse. Hi Malcolm!

Malcolm: Hi! That looks delicious

Samantha: Thank you

Zara: I'm so sad that you are going to leave. I always loved going to teenclub.

Samantha: That's so sweet of you to say, Zara. Thank you.

Zara: Your welcome. But I know I wouldn't have wanted my mother at teenclub so it's better for Daniel that you say goodbye.

Samantha: Yes, he really is looking forward to being part of teenclub and I would have ruined that for him.

Zara: Is he already becoming a real teenager?

Samantha: A bit, he doesn't want to eat meat anymore. He says that he doesn't want animals to be killed for him. So he gets a lot of salads now.

Zara: haha, and does he like that?

Samantha: Not so much but it doesn't have meat in it.

Zara: And does he have a girlfriend yet?

Samantha: No, and I'm not ready for him to have a girlfriend yet.

Zara: He is still very young.

Samantha: Indeed. And you? Are you talking to anyone?

Zara: Hmmm

Samantha: Oeh.. Zara, tell me more..

Zara: Oh, Hi Leo

Leo: Hi Zara and Samantha

Samantha: How are you doing Leo?

Leo: Great but we will all miss you, won't we, Zara?

Zara: Yes, very much.

Samantha: That's so sweet of you both

Leo: And how are you doing, Zara?

Zara: Good, thank you.

Leo: Do you already have plans for your 18th birthday?

Zara: Eh, not yet. I'll celebrate it together with Rachel but we don't know how.

Leo: I'm always in for a good party, Zara.

Zara: I'll keep that in mind.

#fundie #sims 4 #fundiechurch #samanthaeaten #rohanelderberry #malcolmlandgraab #zarareagan #leorogers

[joywritesbutitsactuallymystories]

The ghost

Steve Allan was your typical Londoner. Each day was planned, the whole week through. On Saturdays he went on a walk through the park. It was getting dark, so Steve decided to take a shortcut. It was dark on the Square. Only one of the street lamps were working. Eddie was there, an empty bottle in hand.

Like I said, it was dark. Steve could barely see where he was going. It was only natural that he couldn’t see the figure, silently moving towards him. The man felt a sharp pain in his neck and started losing vision. It was over in a few seconds. He fell into the light of Eddie’s street lamp, The London Eye looming above.

Robert Constantine, the world-renowned detective, sighed. He had come to the conclusion that catching the Ghost Killer was impossible. Major Crimes was working on this case for the last year and a month, and every next murder only seemed to complicate things. A murder a month, every one different. Nothing tied the deaths together. Nothing except the murder weapon. A thin, iron needle. That was all. For all we knew, we could’ve been on a wild goose chase. And yet, they did not disappoint, once again striking.

This time around it was a middle-aged man, Steve Allan, who fell under their needle. Finally, we had the smallest of leads – Steve's wife knew three previous victims, Samantha Black, Adam Curtis, and the first one to die, Andromeda May.

Needless to say, it was a dead end. The wife of Steve, Janet Brown was proven innocent, and the famous detective without a lead.

We returned to the precinct and Robert interviewed a witness of Allan’s murder. We only had one, as none of the residents of this part of the city were looking out their windows at the time. Even if they were, they wouldn’t have seen much. Almost all the lamps in the region were broken. Edward Dean, the local drunk, was sitting in the reception. Rob invited him into the interrogation room.

“So, Mr. Dean, what exactly happened last night?” Rob opened his notepad.

“Well mister. I was sittin’ an’ drinkin’ a bottle of gatter an’ he just keeled over.” He wildly gesticulated with every word. He stopped, drank a swig of beer and continued his story. “Never did like ‘im. Deserved what happened, really.”

“Why did he deserve what happened?”

“Didn’t like his lifestyle, is all” he answered, and I knew Constantine wouldn’t get anything more out of him. We left the interrogation room.

“What now?” I asked. Robbie answers:

“I don’t know.” We return to the briefing room and continue looking through the scarce pieces of evidence we have. A latex glove, collected from the murder of Jacob Hamilton and a few witness statements. Nothing soluble, especially seeing as the glove had no traces of DNA on it, neither the murderers nor the victims. The only good piece of news we had that day was that the needle that killed Allan was the same one used to kill all the others.

But then a policeman approached me.

“You are under arrest, for the murder of Steve Allan.” He lead me out of the room, leaving behind a very confused, very hurt Robert Constantine.

~~~

To whom it may concern,

While looking through my apprentice's laptop I found this blog, and took it upon myself to bring this story to an end.

The author of the earlier texts is indeed the murderer of Steve A., as well as twelve other civilians, the list being as follows:

Andromeda May

Matthew Lakes

Robert Kilburg

Orion Jane

Inez Ilsley

Jacob Hamilton

Martha Green

Nico Freeman

Rebecca Evermoore

Veronica Davis

Adam Curtis

Samantha Black

As you can see, the last names line up in reverse alphabetical order, which suggests that the serial killer planned being discovered.

I must say, I was very disappointed in my assistant after finding out about the crimes. I don’t hide the fact that I was friends with my accomplice, and trusted them deeply. Still, this does not cloud my judgement, and I will do all in my power to make sure their rule of terror ends.

Signed,

Robert Constantine

~~~

Fools. You really thought this was over? You cannot capture a ghost. The thirteen were just a warning, a prologue to something much, much bigger. Cut one head, two sprout from the stump.

The streets of London will run red. The tower will fall, and when We are done with you, even the ravens will abandon ship.

So, lock your windows. Barricade your doors. Hold your loved ones close. For when you’ll die, you’ll die alone. And no-one will be left to mourn your ghost.

~~~

The serial killer sat in silence in the interrogation room. A smile crept onto his face. He would’ve known those footsteps anywhere. Robert Constantine, the world-renowned detective. The two friends sat opposite each other, one looked at the other with kindness in their eyes, the other one with hurt.

They sat for a while in silence, before the detective finally spoke.

“Why?” The question hung between them. The other leaned back into his chair, their smile turned into a grin.

“Why wouldn’t I, Robbie?”

They sat in silence for some time before Robert, the world-renowned detective, left the room. The place was completely empty. He turned on his desk lamp. Robert sighed, taking off his glasses. “Finally it’s all over”, he whispered to himself in relief, “Never again should I come back to this case.”

#writing #writer #writerblr #short story #jonny writes stuff

[just-a-cryptid-mushroom]

I give my friend pictures and quotes and they guess CHnT characters

The only knowledge they have of this is my infodumping. I did not give them a list of names, just images I found and quotes (that were not matched up to each other). I made it difficult on purpose.

I've described/shortened most of the quotes because some were very long.

*My comments between these*

(Art I found of Matthew, and Matthew glitchtext quote): Matthew? (I'm pretty sure your info dumping gave it away...)

*Yeah*

(Wiki art of Salem, and Juniper's "The prospect of that is horrific" coffee quote): Idk Joshua? The vibes of D & 2 just fit so...

(Art I found of Soren, and Adam's "There is no such thing as 'should' darling" quote): Just look at that smug little face! Idk for a name... Elija? I know there's an Elija

*The image of the other person who would start a cult and a quote from the other antagonist is pretty good in my opinion*

(Wiki art of Marisol, and Sydney's "Temporally displaced physicists" quote): I'm trying to think of names... They look like a Liam? (I'm pretty sure there isn't a Liam but oh well)

(Wiki art of Rowan, and Salem's "You think the kids need to be hearing this?" quote): Uhhhh Samantha?

(Wiki art of Sydney, and Rowan's "I think you’re fundamentally misunderstanding … a lot. Of stuff. Here." quote): Sydney? I think you said Sydney has long hair

*Indeed he does*

(Wiki art of Adam, and Lucille's "Oh dear. Have I forgotten to mention something?" quote): uhhh Kiren? (I'm struggling for names now...)

*I think the quote actually kinda fits the picture here*

(Wiki art of Yvonne, and Jedidiah's "So now I’m in the forest… trying to kill a priest." quote): Josh? (And by that I don't mean a Joshua I mean just straight up Josh) ((I know there probably isn't another but uhhh)) They look high in the pic

(Wiki art of Juniper, and Elijah's "A mirror — you — N—NOOOOAAAIIIEUUEUHCKG —" quote): Greg? I really don't remember names now...

*The only weakness of the British: mirrors.*

(Art I found of Lucille, and Yvonne's "This is not the fucking Discovery channel!" quote): imma guess Lucille

*Correct for the image part*

(The MAP art of Elijah, and Joshua's "Search party is such a funny term. Like, what are they celebrating?" quote): Dylan (I'm pretty sure I'm just making stuff up now)

*Elishua lol*

(Wiki art of Jedidiah, and Soren's "After countless man-powered-hours of thankless labor… [...] the time for It… has finally arrived." quote): Jim or Tony (I know it's probably not Tony but...)

*The quote could fit Jedidiah tbh with his projects etc*

(Wiki art of Joshua, and Marisol's "Let’s do some cleaning while we talk. Keep us occupied." quote): Will? Just idk

#chnt #camp here and there #they find out how well they did from this post

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 58: Remember Me

As Stiles and Sam walked to the school's lacrosse field, Sam couldn't shake the feeling of the previous day out of her nerves.

She wasn't scared. Hell, she just wasn't sure she could do that. The moment she got home, she passed out.

Guess she still had a lot to learn about her new appearing abilities. She was still getting used to expanding her already inherited ones.

"You sure you're okay?", she hears Stiles speak up. She gave him a small smile. "Pretty sure."

Stiles frowned. He wasn't sure himself. He was still freaked out. That was the third time he had gotten a gun pulled out on him. He was kinda getting tired of it.

"So, Ghost Riders, huh?", Sam said, trying to erase her memory from almost getting shot once more.

"Uh, yeah, Lydia said they were supposed to be a myth and now, all of a sudden, they're real.", Stiles explained.

"Sucks I can't make them vanish altogether.", Sam muttered. "I know right?", Stiles joked.

Scott walked up to them after Lacrosse practice. "Scott. Hey. Hey. It's called the Wild Hunt.", Stiles explained. "It's a myth. Only, apparently it's real. Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare."

"The guy on the horse?", Scott asked.

"Yeah, they call them Ghost Riders.", Sam said.

Stiles glanced over, seeing a group of boys wearing their Lacrosse jerseys and heading to the field. One of them was wearing a recognizable jersey. "Hang on one second. Hey!", Stiles called out to the boy. "That's my jersey. Where'd you get that?"

"Coach gave it to me at practice.", the boy replied before following his friends to the field.

"Oh, yeah… coach was redoing positions. I forgot…", Sam grimaced.

"We had practice?", Stiles looked at Sam and Scott in disbelief. "Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?"

Scott switched subjects. "Why would the Ghost Riders want to take Alex's parents?"

"Because that's what they do. They take people, okay? They run around collecting souls. And once they take you, you're gone.", Stiles explained. "But it's not just you, it's everything about you."

"Everything about Alex…", Sam muttered. She couldn't imagine being gone from everyone. Having her whole life being taken away from people's memories. Her history. It had to be hard.

"Does that mean Alex is next?" Scott asked. Stiles gave a nod.

"And once he's gone, we won't remember him…", Sam said.

With that, they headed to the only place they knew the boy would be safe.

They made it to the station, immediately running up to Deputy Clark, who let them inside.

Once they got to the cell that Alex was supposed to be in, they found it to be empty. The trio frowned and Stiles rushed to Clark. "Where's the kid? What happened to him?"

She looked at him in confusion. "What kid?"

"Alex." Stiles stated. "The kid from the car wreck? The kid whose parents went missing last night?"

"Who's Alex?"

Stiles raised his eyebrows giving her a stern look, but it didn't sway her. "Clark, listen to me. He was here, okay? You met him."

She wasn't convinced.

Sam and Scott moved up next to him. "It's already starting."

"Where's the Sheriff?" Scott asked.

"He got called out to the high school. They found a body.", Clark explained. "No one's been in lock-up all day. Check for yourself."

She handed Stiles the list.

Stiles scanned the list, not seeing the boy's name at all. "He's not on here…" He blinked in disappointment. "They took him."

Scott looked disappointed as well. "I shouldn't have left him alone."

"He knew they were coming for him.", Stiles muttered, frustrated. "What if they're coming back for everyone else who was on that road?" Scott asked which made Stiles turn to him.

"Then we already know who's next."

"That'd be Liam and Hayden.", Sam said.

The trio split up, and Stiles headed to the school.

But before Sam left the station's area, she stared at the retreating Jeep, a sense of dread prickling in the back of her mind.

What the hell was happening tonight?

She sat in her car, taking a few deep breaths before texting Scott.

You going with him? - Sam

The next text made her eyebrows furrow.

With who? - Scott

Uh, Stiles? Who else? - Sam

Sam's eyes widened at the next text before she headed off to the school.

Stiles, however, made it to the school, inspecting the scene and accidentally bumped into Mrs. Martin as he looked around.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"S-Sorry.", Stiles apologized.

"Slow it down."

"Sorry. Ms. Martin, sorry." He cleared his throat. "Hey, have you seen, uh, Liam and Hayden? Actually, forget that. Have you seen my dad?"

She knitted her brows together. "Who?"

"My dad. He's here because of the body?"

She shook her head, huffing and whispered. "How do you know about the body?"

"Because my dad's the Sheriff. Ms. Martin, are you okay?", Stiles asked.

Natalie glanced over, seeing the body on the gurney and nodded at Stiles. "Uh, just wait here."

She left, and he watched her in confusion before taking off and ran down the hall to look for Liam and Hayden. When he finally caught Mason, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Why was he relieved?

That meant he and the other two were okay. They weren't in any danger. "Mason, Mason, hey, where's Liam?", he asked.

"Liam?" Stiles looked down the hall that was behind Mason and seen him and Hayden. "Okay, there you go. Liam, Hayden, perfect."

Stiles rushed. "You two, you two have to listen to me right now. Alex is gone, just like his parents, okay? The Ghost Riders took him, so you guys, you can't be alone. You got to stick with Scott or with me because I can see them." The trio looked at him in confusion.

"Why the hell are you lookin' at me like that?", Stiles asked.

Hayden leaned into Liam's ear, loudly whispering. "Do we even know him?"

"I don't even know if he goes here." Liam whispered back to her before looking at Stiles.

Dread and realization loomed over Stiles as he slowly started piecing everything together. 

"Do you go to this school?", Mason asked.

"What's your name?", Liam asked.

A memory of Stiles showing Sam and Malia his picture form and how they said that it was blank even though he knows he filled it out the day before.

The next clue only confirmed it when the kid was wearing his Lacrosse jersey and how he said that Coach Finstock gave it to him during practice.

However, relief filled the Stilinski boy once more as he saw his dad, he took off running to him.

Sheriff put out his hand which made him stop in his tracks. "Son, you okay?"

Stiles took in a breath of fresh air. "Oh, thank God." He hugged his dad tightly. "Thank God."

He pulled back, calming himself down. "Okay. Everyone's forgetting.", Stiles rushed, his anxiety moving through his throat. "Everyone is forgetting everything."

"Okay, okay, slow down, slow down." Sheriff said, calmly. "We'll figure this out together."

Stiles nodded, sniffling. "Okay."

"Now, why don't you tell me your name?" The sheriff said, instantly making the boy's eyes widen.

Stiles let his father go, backing up as his heart dropped.

He walked around the man, and pulled out his phone, dialing Scott as he breathed heavily. The line rang then picked up. "Scott?", Stiles answered, shakily. 

"Hey.", Scott replied. Stiles almost let out a relief breath. 

"Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?", Stiles asked.

Scott was quiet until he replied. "Who's this?"

Stiles dropped his phone from his ear, ending up the call. His mind clicked back to him talking to Clark and her having no clue who Alex was. It all made sense now. "It's me… I'm next."

He looked around, his breaths coming out in panic.

His eyes widened and he jumped as his eyes landed on his phone that vibrated on the floor.

He picked up the phone, his heart ticking with hope and disappointment.

It was Sam. Did… did she remember him? Her, at least. Please…

He picked up by the third ring and his heart settled as he heard an "Oh, thank God."

"Sam…?", Stiles replied.

"Hey, you okay? I have no idea what the hell is happening. Scott… Scott says he doesn't know you. Why is he forgetting you?I thought it Liam and Hayden that were supposed to be next.", Sam rushed.

Stiles couldn't even respond. He thought so too.

"Forget that. You're still at the school right?", she asked. He cleared his throat. "Y-Yeah."

"Alright. I'm coming to you then.", she said. "D-Don't hang up!", Stiles exclaimed fearfully before quieting down. "Please…", he begged softly.

"I won't. I'm on my way. Not too far now.", Sam promised.

Sam arrived at the school, instantly parking and running inside past people to get to a distraught Stiles. She brought him into a tight hug and he reciprocated just as tight.

"You know me. You still know me…", Stiles mumbled in the hold.

She pulled him into an empty classroom and they sat against the wall.

Sam showed Stiles the text Scott sent her.

Who the hell's Stiles? - Scott

Stiles' mouth opened and closed like a codfish. He gave her phone back, taking in his fate. They were sitting in silence but he only had so little time.

"I'm gonna be erased. Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me."

He looked at Sam, who's eyes bubbled with tears at the thought.

She shook her head. "I'm not." Stiles wished that was the case. He hoped. "You are.", he said. Sam looked at him angrily. "I'm not.", she determined sternly. She wasn't angry at him. He knew that.

She was angry because she knew where this was going. She was angry because she was scared.

The angered expression washed away with a sob. "I don't want to. I can't–" Her breaths picked up. "I don't wanna be alone."

He smiled tearfully. "You're not gonna be alone, though."

"Stiles, you don't understand.", she sniffled. "I'm going to forget everything. You, Scott, Lydia, everyone.", she emphasized.

His eyes widened in realization. Lydia…

A shaky sob exited her throat. "I only met everyone because I knew you. Me and Scott won't know each other. I can't go through that again. I don't want that–!", she exclaimed and he quickly brought her in another tight hug.

He hadn't thought about it like that. He was leaving her alone. By having him in here memories, he was erasing everyone else as well.

It was fucked up.

"No matter what, you try to remember. Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?", he muttered.

Like a little kid, Sam sobbed in his arms and Stiles could only swallow his own tears back. "You'll remember me. You will.", Stiles determined before giving her a kiss on her forehead as he rocked her. "I love you, kid. I'll come back. Just remember me."

"Stiles, no-!", Sam cried as he started to move away from her. His time was running out. The person he truly loved was gonna forget him and he didn't want that.

Not without saying what he needed to at least.

He pulled away from her, prying her curled fingers from his jacket, his heart breaking from her cries and begging to stay.

She was going to forget him. She wouldn't remember all this crying anyways. 

He let her go as he ran off to find Lydia.

Sam clutched at her jacket letting out sniffles and shaky breaths as she watched him leave. Within minutes, the wind outside picked up as a storm started.

After it stopped, she got up, ran out of the school, and into the parking lot where she saw a distraught, and tearful Lydia.

No Stiles.

Lydia caught Sam and she let out a sob of her own. Sam didn't have to say anything. Neither did Lydia.

She walked up to the girl and brought her in a hug as they cried together.

After a moment, Sam let Lydia go after her mom and Sam rushed home, making sure to write Stiles name on everything she could think of.

She wrote it in her notebooks, on the fridge dry-erase board, with a marker on her mirror on every single piece of paper she could find.

She behaved like a girl obsessed with her crush, making sure his name was embedded in her memories.

She finally settled on the floor of her bedroom, looking over the pictures the trio took and her bottom lip trembled as she saw every goofy picture.

Why wasn't there a thing she could do to stop this? Why him?

Her thumb hovered over his contact name and pressed it to see his familiar smile.

His picture seemed to be fading away. In fact… his whole contact seemed to be disappearing. Why…?

She, once again, for the last time of the night, cried herself to sleep.

Once she woke up, a booming headache pounded through her head as she got ready for school.

Instead of driving immediately after she had gotten ready, she sat in her car, instantly confused.

She didn't even know why she was confused. Nothing made sense.

Was she missing a certain day and she couldn't remember the event? Was she supposed to study for something and she couldn't remember what it was?

The confusion irritated her as she started up her car and drove to school.

Once she arrived and parked, she stepped up to the entrance, instantly feeling the same confusion once more.

But the confusion felt like nostalgia and she didn't know why.

What annoyed her more was the loudness of everything. Slamming lockers, popping gum, sneakers squeaking against the tile floors. Everything.

Was everything always this loud?

It was making her headache worse.

"Hey, you alright?", a boy came up to her. He was about the same height as her and had his friends following behind him.

She looked at him in confusion. Why was he talking to her?

He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry, I assumed you were new. I'm Liam.", he introduced and introduced his friends. "This is Hayden and Mason."

The other two waved. "I'm… no, I'm not new. I'm just having an off day.", Sam explained but gave them a small smile anyways. "I'm Sam.", she introduced and followed them as they talked.

She learned that they were juniors. Liam was on the lacrosse team and was pretty good at it. Hayden was on the soccer team and Mason cheered for both on the sidelines.

The trio reminded her of…

Of… 

She frowned.

Why did she keep getting feelings of nostalgia when she didn't have anyone to feel nostalgic over…?

The day ended with Sam staying after school in the library. She felt calmer as she studied since she didn't have anything else to do.

It was quiet at home, but not good quiet.

Eventually she did have to go home and headed out of the library. Once she did, she heard clopping.

A familiar sound.

Why was it a familiar sound?

She turned around in shock as she saw a man that held a whip. She stepped back, and felt someone grab her, pulling her away from the man as they ran down a hall and into a closet.

She recognized the person that pulled her away as Mason and another unfamiliar kid who turned the two invisible as the previous man they saw walked around.

Sam trembled in fright. It was creepy. It was weird. But why the hell did they turn invisible? How'd they know who that was? Who was that man? Why'd he have a whip?

What was he planning to do?

Once it was okay, the boy made them visible once more, him and Mason instantly kneeling in concern once Sam stumbled back, her panicked pants more audible.

Mason touched her shoulder. "Sam! Sam, you okay?"

"She doesn't look good.", the boy next to him said. "I think she needs to get to the hospital."

"Maybe she should go home instead, Corey.", Mason suggested. "You wanna go home?"

Sam slowly shook her head as her vision blurred.

Was she… was she about to pass out?

"I.. I want," she mumbled "I want.."

"Want?" Corey's head tilted. "What do you want?" Sam muttered quietly and Corey leaned in close, listening to her clearer. "Is she… Is she saying 'miles'?"

Mason listened in. "No, there's another S in it. Maybe, smiles. I dunno." Mason gave her a weak smile "Sam, do you want smiles?"

"St…", she huffed out a small breath, her eyes fluttering close. "St…"

She didn't say anything more before passing out. Mason and Corey panicked, and called Scott.

Scott got Liam and helped Sam into Liam's car, having them drive to Scott's place.

"She saw…"

"A man that kinda looked like a creepy cowboy and then she passed out. I couldn't just leave her there.", Mason explained.

Scott couldn't get mad. He probably wouldn't have either. He looked at the resting girl.

She looked… familiar…

He couldn't understand why.

For now, he let the girl rest. He'd handle the questions after he got some sleep.

After a couple of hours, Sam opened her eyes to darkness. She felt a familiar terror of this sudden darkness. Where was she?

She jumped in fright as she heard a loud blaring of a train horn. She spun around trying to figure out where it was coming from.

After she heard the train once more, she woke up abruptly, sitting up quickly.

Her eyes squinted as she saw the sun outside a window. A window she… couldn't recognize.

She looked around and she was in an unfamiliar… room… 

Where was she?

She looked to her left and saw a boy on the floor. She's seen him before. He hung around that ditzy Lydia Martin.

Why was she here? She remembered being at school. She remembered… hiding. Hiding from a man.

What the hell was happening…?

Scott opened his eyes and saw that Sam was looking around and sat up instantly. Sam jumped at his abrupt actions and frowned, suddenly feeling angry. "Why am I here…?"

Scott held out a hand. "Before you ask any questions, no I did not kidnap you and you're at my house. You're safe.", he reassured.

That only answered other questions she had, but it didn't answer why.

He picked up and showed her a picture. "Do you remember this?", he asked. She saw a picture of him, Lydia Martin and another girl sitting next to her.

They all had big smiles on their face and Sam held two bunny ears above Scott's head and another that seemed to be above someone else's head, but they weren't there.

Why not?

She looked at him in confusion. "I don't… I don't remember…", Sam muttered. She tried her best to remember.

Why couldn't she?

What was happening…?

"We're placed weirdly, right? Like there's supposed to be someone sitting right there.", he pointed at the vacant spot beside him in the picture.

Sam nodded in agreement. "There's no way I wouldn't have forgotten that I took a picture with you. But I don't know you, so… I don't know.", Scott said. He was just at a loss for words as Sam was. But they both knew.

Something was up.

There was another thing that was bothering Scott though… she smelled like a werewolf. It wasn't Liam's scent, so it couldn't be him.

He sighed and asked the question anyways. "Are you… could you… is there a way you could be… possibly… a werewolf…?", he asked.

The look on Sam's face told him everything he needed to know. She was confused as hell, and even more so, annoyed.

But she smelled familiar. Just like a werewolf.

He held his hands out. "Just, hear me out, okay? Have you been hearing things more than usual? Hearing things you shouldn't? Smelling things more potently?"

Now that Sam thought about it, her hearing was more enhanced. She could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute.

She nodded. "But it's just my Hearing, though."

Scott smiled in relief. "That's all I needed to know. You're definitely a werewolf."

"But how? Don't you need to be bitten to be one?", Sam asked. Scott stopped his mini celebration short. She was right.

In fact, he doesn't even remember how he was a werewolf. He just knows about him, Liam, Corey, Malia and Lydia.

"You're right.", Scott said. Sam sat up straight. "There's no way we all just have collective amnesia."

She was right about that as well. But why…?

Why were they forgetting something? Who else were they forgetting? Who was supposed to be in that picture?

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John McAfee Is Still Alive, Ex-Girlfriend Claims In Documentary

In the new Netflix documentary, “Running with the Devil: The Wild World of John McAfee,” filmmakers probe the crypto evangelist’s chaotic life and mysterious death—including former girlfriend Samantha Herrera’s claim that he is still alive and living in Texas.

Fun Fact: The world has only the word of government officials that @officialmcafee is deceased. In other words, we know precisely nothing. John McAfee has become… Schrödinger’s McAfee. If he liked your song, let the world hear it. https://t.co/r6GYvEWojc

— Rob Loggia (@Loggiaonfire) August 21, 2022

The documentary, which premieres on August 24, is directed by Bafta-winning director Charlie Russell and uses a mixture of raw footage and interviews to examine McAfee’s troubled life.

In an interview with Esquire, Russell says he began conversations with McAfee about a potential documentary after the tech entrepreneur went on the run for tax evasion. Russell says he messaged McAfee and, after providing his credentials and talking with him, was invited to join him and film.

“Running with the Devil” is the finished result.

When asked about Herrera’s claims that McAfee called her after his death, Russell told Esquire that he doesn’t know what he thinks and doesn’t think Herrera does either. “She says it, then she looks at the camera, and I can’t work out whether she thinks it’s real or not,” he said.

According to the New York Post, McAfee suffered a heart attack in 2012, after which he broke off his relationship with Herrera, which she told interviewers began when she was 18. He subsequently married Janice Dyson.

McAfee’s widow Janice McAfee did not respond to a request for comment from Decrypt. But she subsequently tweeted that her late husband had indeed passed away.

“Oh how I wish this were true,” she wrote. “If John were alive I’m pretty sure he would not be hiding out in Texas.”

“Texas is awesome, for sure,” she later clarified. “But John was being held in a Spanish prison because of trumped charges against him from the IRS so I doubt he would choose to hide out in America. That would be silly.”

McAfee faced 30 years in prison on tax evasion charges from an alleged ICO pump-and-dump scheme that authorities say netted over $23 million.

“You are questioning how you feel about watching this man, who no doubt has done some terrible things,” Russell told Esquire. “The people who surround him are aware of how awful he can be and how joyful he can be, so it’s about how you balance those two things out.”

In June 2021, McAfee died from an apparent suicide while in custody in Spain. McAfee’s widow continues to question the official details of her husband’s death and has started a petition campaign to pressure the Spanish government to release her husband’s remains so an independent autopsy can be performed.

Its difficult to put into words what life has been like this past year. I still can’t believe John is gone. If you haven’t yet please sign this petition to help pressure the Spanish authorities to release John’s remains so he can finally be laid to rest.https://t.co/PJ5jH5MN2x

— Janice McAfee (@theemrsmcafee) June 23, 2022

In June, Reuters reported that McAfee’s remains are still in a Spanish morgue.

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So Daniel runs the household, pretty much. He keeps the home tidy and welcoming, cooks, takes care of the puppies, etc. I suppose he's the one who takes care of the accounts and stuff, and budgets the money? Did he learn that in school or was it something he just picked up in his married life? They seem to be well off from Terry's "business" (o_O!!!), but does Daniel ever worry about how to stretch the money? Do the Silvers ever go through hard times financially in their marriage? Where they've got to count every penny? I mean, nine pups and there is Mama and Daddy too. Eleven people!! Also: does Daniel sew? For some reason I remember you mentioning something that implies it or you stated it directly idk lol. I can definitely picture him patching up Terry's coats ("Really, Terry? Missing cufflinks AND another button missing??" or "Is this a BULLET HOLE? You'd best explain that RIGHT NOW Mister!!!" *angry pout*) and fixing up some hand-me-downs for the younger pups ("I'll make it look as good as new honey, don't worry!" or "Sammy, would you like some more ruffles on your dress? Maybe a nice satin ribbon? My girl's going to be the prettiest at her Prom!" <333)

A life of crime and penny pinching? Aw, Nonnie, no. Why have a life of crime if you're still poor? Both the Don and Lucille grew up poor, though, and Terry too, so Daniel will have been taught many skills some of the children in omega school would have "the help" know about. Sewing is one of these skills, as is home repairs. If you can do it yourself it's simply quicker and no one will care that it's done well as much as you and there's no one to snoop. Also with clothes, especially at the time, everyone had stuff made, and being able to tweak ready made stuff was one of these life things like setting up a basic wifi now. You could have it done but honestly, it comes with the territory of being online. But the bullet holes are a cursed menace, doesn't Terry understand he can't send laundry out like that? And the blood, per Dio! Terry'd better understand Daniel regularly performs miracles.

They're both good at accounting. Terry urges him to get some more money saving tips for daily life, and Daniel will urge Terry to curb enormous impulse buys because "you never know when you'll get the chance to splurge". The money is not going anywhere, my love. Daniel indeed was schooled in accounting and he takes Terry's accountant to task by telling Terry what to ask about. There's discretion fees, and there is overtaxing rich people fees, and those last soon somehow disappear. Also maybe it's better to tip smaller amounts more often, Terry, your people switch from famine to feast and back all the time that's no way to live.

As for the pups - Samantha and Yasmin often pool clothes, Eli destroys everything which means Robby often looks the smartest of them all because he needs everything new. Gianni doesn't mind wearing out Robby's old things, until he shoots up, Anthony is inconsolable at always wearing hand me downs (no matter how well altered), so for his birthday, he always gets one set of specially tailored clothes at a real tailor! And a new haircut! Luna is so much younger than her sisters that hand me downs don't read that way, and when she's old enough, her sisters love taking her out and dressing her up (Anthony would love to come but no boys allowed, argh, pups can be cruel. Sammy always brings him something though. Yasmin decidedly does not). And the other two are so little everything by now is new again.

#knights and pawns #mob au #domestic #omegaverse

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Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist -- OR -- How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night

I’m also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.

I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.

Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that you’re lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.

Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.

Alrighty folks...I debated whether or not to do this because I have been spiraling down the hell that is the SPN finale since Thursday. The travesty of what happened to our show--to this beloved show that seemed to have been so perfectly and precisely written for at least four years that it had basically already paved its own tarmac on which to land its plane and we all thought we knew exactly what we were going to get. And then we didn’t. We had a nigh Cas-less and entirely Eileen-less ending. We had no goodbye between Cas and Jack. We had Dean dying young after finally finding his freedom, only to ascend to heaven with no one but Bobby. We had the weird, weird, weird incest-y death scene. We had the bridge crane shot thing because...sure. You do you, Robert Singer.

It was so terrible, so truly awful, and I couldn’t seem to square any of it with anything we had known going in. I tossed and turned and cried and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I spent hours just reloading tumblr and twitter, going to the Misha panel, reading and reading and listening and trying to figure out what the fucking hell is going on because I needed to know exactly where to direct my anger. And after a fuckton of talking with @winchester-reload, I think we have at least a very plausible theory about what happened here--I’m laying it out below as much for my own peace of mind as anything else, because otherwise all of these thoughts are going to continue to spin around in my head for weeks and I won’t be able to do jack shit.

Now to start off, unfortunately I do think Dean was slated to die from the beginning of this season. I don’t know WHY they thought that was the best way to go, and I wish they had listened to Jensen on this one. Part of me wonders if it was an order from on high based on the discussion between Becky and Chuck earlier this season--the writers knew it wasn’t a great choice, but they were trying to signal to us that we should feel free to write our own endings to the story because they’d be better (I can wax poetic on the signs of why many of the writers probably wanted Dean to live, but that’s another post). I’m not defending that choice by any means, just laying it out there that I think they didn’t necessarily all want to kill Dean like they did.

However, what I THINK I can explain now is what happened with Misha and why we got so jerked around with Cas’s story. Consider what we know (I can’t immediately source all of it, but I did my best):

At the end of episode 15x19, Lucifer has been returned to the Empty after being killed AGAIN. He talks with Cas. Maybe harasses him a bit about Dean, idk. But then...Jack shows up. New God Jack. And he picks up Cas and pulls him out of the Empty, leaving Lucifer behind, because seriously. Fuck that guy (also leaving behind his abusive father is character growth for Jack, so yay for that).

-Misha was contracted to film 15 episodes this season. He was only in 14.

-Misha told Michael Sheen he had to go back to film 1.5 episodes after the shutdown in March. (Starts at 6:13)

-Misha was in Vancouver during filming of the finale.

-Mark P said at Darklight Con that the last scene he filmed was with Alex and Misha (and Mark P was only in episode 19).

-Misha implied that he was present for various filming moments, including Dean’s death (start at 35:15), and said that it felt like a “mini-reunion.”

-Various sources have mentioned that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale.

-After episode 18, Stands tweeted a fan who was angered and hurt by Cas's death that they could talk about the “bury the gays” issue after the finale aired.

-In episode 19 we know there were takes of the parking lot scene where the only thing fans observing could hear was Dean yelling “CAS” at Chuck (fuck I can’t find this one right now, but it’s definitely out there)

-Also in episode 19, we had a very strange, awkward montage at the end of the episode.

-In episode 20, we know there were a FUCKTON of missing scenes

-We also had no opening montage, but three other separate montages.

-Carry on My Wayward Son was played TWICE, back-to-back at the end of the episode.

-Episode 20 was shorter than normal and had surprisingly little dialogue. The pacing was VERY strange.

-The cast and crew has been almost completely silent about the finale since it came out. When they have spoken, it has been with an awkward excuse of “Uh...COVID?”

-Samantha Ferris has specifically noted that, despite the Harvelle’s being back in play and a big heaven reunion having been planned pre-COVID, neither she nor Chad Lindberg received any such invitation to return.

-Cas and Dean POP Funko figures were pictured together in a replica of Harvelle’s in 15x04.

NOW with all of this in mind (and I’m probably missing some stuff too because there is so much--feel free to add on to that list), please bear with me because here is what I think we were SUPPOSED to get POST-COVID (after it was determined that the reunion couldn’t happen because of the virus):

In episode 20, we start with our NORMAL OPENING MONTAGE, like always. It traces everything that happened during the season. We are reminded of Cas. The confession. Rowena. Eileen. Jack. Billie, God, the Empty, all of it. 

Things then follow along in the episode where they did up until Dean dies and wakes up in heaven. After his conversation with Bobby, he drives off to find Cas (who, in the script, was listed as “Jimmy Novak” in order to protect against script leaks--who wouldn’t want to do their best to avoid spoilers about the finale with the wrapping of a fifteen-year show?). He does indeed find Cas. We get Dean’s end of the confession. Hell, maybe we even get a kiss. And then Dean sets up his new heaven home in the recreated Harvelle’s. Maybe Cas even fucking moves in. 

Years pass. We get Sam having his life on Earth (still can’t explain why they cut Eileen and couldn’t even have Sam signing vaguely to the blurry brunette in the background; if anyone wants to take that on, go for it). Eventually, Cas tells Dean that it’s almost Sam’s time. Dean takes Baby and goes to meet Sam at the bridge. The cover of Carry on My Wayward Son plays during this much shorter sequence. End of episode.

But that’s not what we got. Instead, much of what I just wrote about was excised from the episode. The remnants were stitched together after shooting had been wrapped. Filler was added in the form of montages and long, unnecessary extra shots to get the episode to something approaching a reasonable length. 

But why? Why would they spend all that time and money and quarantining on Misha, only to almost completely cut him out of the finale? I struggled with why the fuck the CW would want this mammoth show to go down as the greatest queerbait in TV history when they had the chance to do something truly beautiful and monumental with it? It couldn’t just be sheer homophobia, right? Well, I think that factored into it, my friends, but here is where my head is at right now.

It was about cold, hard cash.

Now I could be wrong, but this is what I’m thinking at the moment: Supernatural is going off of the air. Supernatural, the CW’s cash cow for fifteen years. Sure there is still money to be made on blu-rays and merchandise and cons...but they need people watching their shows. They need that sweet advertising revenue. And you know what show they have about to premiere? A show that could, potentially, bring with it a chunk of that SPN revenue?

Walker.

And if any of you know anything about the original Walker Texas Ranger, you know that the show was predominantly a show about a very heterosexual white man being very excessively heterosexual. And for SOME REASON over the years, many of the execs at the CW still seem to think that this show, Supernatural, is really attractive to a lot of middle-American white men...whom they desperately want to watch this new show with this guy from Supernatural that they already know.

Now here’s where COVID fucked us. I think Destiel was greenlit by TPTB, at least in SOME form, before COVID. But then the pandemic happened, and they panicked. They got the cut of the last two episodes and watched them in their original, probably queer form. And then, the execs at CW looked at the economy. They looked at their cash cow, about to make its journey to the great beyond. And they looked at this new little calf Walker that they were so desperately worried about. And they made a choice.

They decided that it would be too risky to take the step with Destiel. They were worried about frightening off their ever-so-valuable hetero male demographic with the possibility that a traditionally masculine man in his 40s could be in love with another man in an overt way. It was homophobia mixed with greed, spun up by fear for their revenues because of COVID.

So they called in Singer, possibly Dabb, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight to Singer. They told them that Destiel had to go: executive orders. And the only way to make it go in a way that removed any trace of what had been there was to rewrite what happened to Cas and cut him out from the last two episodes entirely. It was too late to reshoot anything. They had to just cut and stitch and fill with bullshit montages. 

They removed the scene at the end of 19, probably because Cas and Lucifer discussed Dean. All that was left of Misha there was his voice on that fake phone call. They may have cut other things too, but I would bet my life that they cut a scene from the end of the episode and replaced it with that very strange montage. Then they moved onto 20. They cut out every scene with Cas. And left in only two platonic mentions of him, neither made by Dean. They tried to imply that Cas might show up in Dean’s heaven at some point, but that was as far as the editors could go in the time they had. They filled in with montages, awkwardly long shots, anything they could do to fill all of those missing scenes.

And they even had to take the opening montage, because literally everything in it pointed to Cas being there at the end of it all. They wouldn’t be able to leave out his scenes, they were too critical to the season. They couldn’t cut his confession without raising eyebrows. So they cut the whole thing and moved “Carry On My Wayward Son” to one of the newly-added driving montages at the end. Which is why we awkwardly had both songs play back-to-back--again, such a strange choice unless they were out of options and couldn’t exactly buy rights to a new track or compose anything else.

And so we were left with the shadow of the finale that we deserved, that Cas and Dean deserved. We were left without resolution or happiness or words. Bobo told us the most important thing about happiness is just “saying it” and our characters were silenced without anyone ever knowing the truth.

I think the writers might have known and been given the new party line that “Misha never filmed, he couldn’t, sorry, it was COVID, no one’s fault!” But I don’t think most of the cast even knew it had happened until they watched the finale on Thursday with us (though they might have been confused why the bit from 15x19 was sliced, they could reasonably have assumed it was a time thing and also BL episodes don’t make sense anyway). Why do I say that?

Well, first of all, Misha started sending out a bunch of excited texts to fans with some old BTS pictures about an hour before the show started airing on EST. He also wanted his children to see the episode, his YOUNG children. Why would he show them such a traumatic episode if their Dad wasn’t in it? What if it was because he wanted them to witness what was going to be a monumental moment in queer television history that their DAD got to be a part of? And then that was all dashed.

Which is why I think the cast and crew went almost completely radio silent the next day. I don’t think they knew. And based on how they have been acting on social media since then, I think many of them are absolutely furious, but they have been silenced because of NDAs, because they want to find work again in a cutthroat industry, because they don’t want to bring down the hellfire of Warner Brothers Entertainment upon themselves. So the most we have gotten is a little acknowledgement from the MERCHANDISING COMPANY trying to validate our pain (god bless Shirts, she is a LIFESAVER) and a response to my salty tweet about keeping good stuff in the closet from Adam Williams (the VFX coordinator) that seemed to acknowledge the validity of my complaint.

Then there was a scramble behind the scenes, I would bet my life. Talking points were fed to the boys who had panels today, to CE, to all the cast and crew:

Toe the party line. Misha never filmed. This was always about COVID. Do not mention Destiel. Do not mention Dean’s feelings for Cas. Do not promote the Castiel Project or anything that validates the idea that this was anything less than a superb ending.

And that is why we have heard so little from the cast on this front, and what we have heard has been muddled and contradictory. That is why the writers are saying nothing. That is why we have been left adrift.

Now before I close this out, I do want to say that I really, genuinely do not think this was on the writers at all. I feel like they tried to give us the best ending that they could, in a writers room that we know is notorious for splitting along party lines about the overall story (BL and Singer, who have always been about the brothers and their man-pain vs. Dabb and the rest who always seemed to want more for them and for Cas). I think they did everything in their power to at least end with Dean and Cas happy together. If they could give us nothing else, they wanted to give us that. And then the network took it from them. From us. From everyone.

For the sake of fucking money. 

And the WORST PART OF IT ALL, for me, is that in the wake of this disaster, the fans have been left to try and figure out what happened. We have had to wade through a mire of conflicting information in the midst of all of our collective anger and grief over this garbage ending of a show many of us have loved and even relied on for YEARS, all the while wondering if we’re just fucking crazy, if we have all fallen collectively into the hole of conspiracy theories. That hurts ESPECIALLY badly because we have taken so many hits over the years from other groups on social media saying we were crazy for seeing things that weren’t there (especially Destiel), for writing meta and analyzing tropes and believing the evidence of our eyes and ears. The network has made us relive that entire nightmare WHILE processing our grief for a show we wanted so badly to celebrate and which instead we now have to mourn.

So again guys, I cannot prove that this is exactly what happened at all; this is simply my idea of what may have happened. But right now, it’s the most sense I can make from this mess, and to be honest, the act of typing it out has helped me enormously in my processing of it all. I feel like I can see more clearly, like I know where to target my outrage and where to direct empathy. I feel like just fucking maybe, I might be able to do my job tomorrow without bursting into tears at random moments. 

I really hope that this post has helped some of you to, in some small way, process this too. We get through this the way that Misha told us at his panel this morning, the way the writers have told us to do all season long...we throw out the story God gave us and we make it better. We write our characters the happy endings they deserve. 

We save them.

One last thing--if you have not already, please consider channeling your rage into a donation to one of the five causes our fandom has put together to pay tribute to our beloved show and to mourn the ending it should have had:

-The Castiel Project

-Dean Winchester is Love

-Sam Winchester Project

-The National Association of the Deaf

-The Jack Kline Project

#supernatural season 15 #spn finale #speculation #destiel #destielgate #the ending was not the ending #fuck the cw #trust the story #we were robbed