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try-set-me-on-fire · 4 months
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Tagged by @wildlife4life for wip Wednesday! Last night I was thinking about this dinluke fic where Luke lives on a house bout I wrote awhile ago and remembered I had a sequel planned thats like a bunch of vignettes in their lives going forward. Since it’s a busy holiday week and I have nothing new, here’s two of the complete ones (second one under a cut because it involves a nightmare about a fatal boating accident asdfgh). Other people are also probably busy this week but @malewifediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @rewritetheending @shortsighted-owl @shitouttabuck @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 if you have any wips you want to share this Wednesday
Luke listens to Din's breathing and the occasional rasp of a page turning. Lying at his side as he is, all he can see when he tries to look up at his face is a close up of an elbow, so instead Luke takes to studying the man's hip. The skin of Din's body is paler than his face and arms, hidden away from the sun's loving touch. There is a small scrape just above the crease of fat where torso meets leg, mostly healed. There's a tile on the front edge of the kitchen counter that's chipped from Grogu's forehead careening into it during an ill fated game of hide and seek, and the jagged edge keeps claiming victims to this day. Luke presses a kiss to the little red line before continuing his research. Din's skin was so warm against his lips that he decides sight alone is not enough to gather proper data, so he brings up his hand and presses his fingertips into flesh. Soft, giving, smooth. He moves his hand up and down, marveling in the divots left trailing behind. And here, a bone! The sturdy core of Din, the structure of him. Luke presses his forehead to it, his nose, his lips. He fumbles kisses along the crest of it, tasting salt, smelling sunscreen.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
Luke looks up to find that Din has stopped reading and has twisted to look down at him, fondly amused. Luke isn't sure how to explain his thought process, so settles on simplicity. "I love your hip."
It makes Din huff out a breath of a laugh, eyes crinkling."Why?"
Luke hums, wrapping his arms around Din's waist and burying his face back into the beloved body part. "Because it's your hip. Because it's attached to the rest of you and I love all that, too."
A hand combs through Luke's hair, once, twice, then rests cradling his skull for a moment before Din scoots down the bed, dislodging Luke's arms from their embrace. Din kisses Luke's jaw, and then his neck, and then lays half on top of him, cheek pressed above his heart.
"I'm sorry I'm an old man, I don't think I have the energy to go again."
Luke smiles up at the ceiling. "You're not an old man."
Din hums skeptically and rolls his shoulder so the joint pops and Luke laughs. Din turns his head so his face is pressed into Luke's chest, and he can feel him smile. Luke remembers how his face used to hurt after being around Din for a few hours because he couldn't stop smiling in his presence. The muscles that move his cheeks and pull his lips must have grown stronger over time, because he certainly doesn't smile less. Big grin, showing teeth to the popcorn plaster above him.
"All of it," Luke says, trusting completely in Din's ability to follow his meandering train of thought. "Every part."
A warm little exhale against his skin and then Din lifts his head and props it on his own hand to look down at Luke. He just looks, and Luke lets himself be observed. Luke loses himself in the way their chests press together when they contract and expand to let air in and out, and then Din leans forward to kiss him. Luke brings his hand up to rest against his face. Din pulls back just enough to speak.
"I don't think there are words," he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as Luke's thumb strokes his temple, "To tell you…" Din is quiet for a moment, then inhales. "How you live in my heart."
And Luke knows. Din's love is plainly written into every movement and word, his love for his son, for his friends and his family, his love for Luke. Luke touches his wonderful disheveled hair. They're fairly thoroughly pressed together but he can trail his hand down and just fit it against Din's chest. Taps a finger twice. "It's nice in here."
Din nods, as if in relief at being understood.
In the dream, Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did.
Two ships glide over water that looks like glass, no indents or peaks in its surface, and Luke is on one of the decks and observing from far above. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did, and tosses Luke a rope, and Luke laughs bright and open in return. His stomach rolls and he says "You have to leave," and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. The light is the bright light of midday, and then it is dark and stars are blotted out above him by impenetrable clouds and he is Anakin slipping over the deck trying to secure every rope in place, shouting at Luke to help him take down the sail, and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. And Luke is the ship and sees the other boat practically falling towards them, both of them caught almost sideways on the biggest wave Luke has ever seen. He is on shore and Leia is saying the weather is all clear, conditions good for the race. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. Luke is on the ship, in the pounding rain that is indistinguishable from the salt water coming over the side of the boat, and Luke is the sound of splintering wood and screeching metal and Biggs, laughing, bright and open, like he always did.
He sees the moment he falls. He sees his head hit the cleat with enough force to crack him open. The moment happens, keeps happening, stretches on forever. And then he blinks and the other thing has happened, the mast has fallen, has crushed his hand, has knocked Biggs over. He looks at his hand and feels no pain, knowing that that is wrong, knowing that it was excruciating. He looks at Biggs and with so little light from the storm the deck looks black beneath him, and he knows before it happens that there will be a lightning strike and it will turn crimson. He doesn't want to be here. He looks at his hand and it is red and swollen. He is Anakin and Luke both and they frantically move around the boat, trying to stay on board, trying to keep it afloat. Anakin asks where the carabineers are and Luke begs him not to ask and Anakin asks where the carabineers are and Luke tries to pull away, tries to stop moving, tries to scream as he scrambles to Biggs and goes through his pockets and looks at his dead eyes and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. Luke looks at his hand and it is purple. Luke is standing and moving to help Anakin and Luke is also holding Biggs, cradling his ruined skull. He is freezing, he is colder than he has ever been, he looks at his hand and his fingers have turned black, his flesh is dying. He is on the boat and he is holding a dead man and when he looks at his face it is Din's face, it is Din's blood and brains and bone fragments that they will wash off him four hours later when they have, somehow, made it to shore. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did.
Luke is moaning when he wakes, a fearful, sick sound. The gentle motions of the water in the harbor are usually soothing, but now they just make Luke feel panicked, his heart pounds, he heaves in great breaths without seeming to get any oxygen. He clenches the side of his bunk and can't decide if opening his eyes is better or worse, can't decide if he wants to curl into a ball or get up, get out of here, flee. He feels nauseous. He sees Din's dead face in his mind and tears come, he wishes for an absurd moment he was still dreaming so he could hear Biggs laugh again.
He's not sure when he woke up but by the time he is breathing somewhat normally and has more or less stopped shaking the sun has started to come up, the nighttime hues in his boat giving way to the purples and oranges of dawn. He didn't flee, he didn't throw up. He feels exhausted and he's soaked in sweat, but he counts those small victories. He'd scared the hell out of Leia and Ben and whoever he'd been staying with in those first few months when they woke up and found him gone, had to go pick him up when he'd call from a payphone or cafe, barefoot and trembling. He flexes his hand and sits up slowly. The world is calm outside the little porthole window above his bed, and he watches a seagull preening itself on a post for a minute as he gathers himself to take a shower or look at his phone. Shower first, he decides, standing up and stretching, still feeling too unsteady to let the rest of the world back in just yet.
The shower is tiny and never very warm, but the cool water is bracing and familiar and Luke closes his eyes and lets it run over him and tries to not let it remind him of anything, tries to keep his mind blissfully blank. He mostly succeeds, only has to swallow bile once as his thoughts bump against the image of Din with dead eyes again. He brushes his teeth and spits hard.
His mostly busted charger managed to get his phone up to almost full power through the night, a small miracle. He has emails which he ignores, and a message from Leia and a message from Din. Leia’s is a blurry picture of the baby with something green on his face sent at 3 am with no caption. He replies baby!!! then takes a breath before opening Din’s message. It’s a few minutes old, probably came in while he was in the shower, and says pancakes with no punctuation or explanation, but Luke doesn’t need any to understand the man. Some clenched part of him unclenches a little. He gets dressed in a hurry, grabs keys and wallet, breathes cold salty morning air as he makes his way up the dock and to his car.
There’s no one really on the road this early so the only thing slowing him down on the way to Din’s apartment is traffic lights and speed laws, and he ignores the second thing just a little. There’s even a parking spot open out front of the place when he pulls up, big enough for his stupid old truck. He sits in his car. It’s a shady spot, even, his car won’t be an oven when he comes back out later. He looks towards the building. Din and Grogu are up there, right now, Grogu is probably performing the all important task of dumping the bag of chocolate chips into the batter. He could walk right up, should be opening the door and heading inside but the ice has locked around his heart again. This happens sometimes, has happened before, Luke sitting outside convincing himself that if he opens a door he’ll find something terrible inside. It’s not like it’s an unfounded fear, in his life. And he can’t quite dodge the nightmare image of Din, cold and lifeless. He digs his blunt nails into the cracked leather of the seat and tries not to get worked up into a real panic and just as it starts to really not work his phone buzzes. Din. You here?
Luke gulps air and presses dial. It rings only once before Din picks up and in his soft voice says “Hey, everything ok?”
Luke shakes his head and says “Yeah,” and clears his throat and says “Sorry, yeah. I’m outside.” He can hear Grogu say something in the background but can’t make out what it is. “Are you-“ He can’t say are you alive, thats a dumb question, even if it’s the one he wants the answer to. “Is everything- It’s all alright, up there?”
A fuzzy breath, then “Yeah, Luke.” Some indistinct noises, then “Hey, kid, say hi.”
“Hello,” in Grogu’s tiny voice, L’s a little blurry.
“Hi,” Luke smiles, “Hi, baby.”
Grogu doesn’t say anything else but he giggles, and then Din is back on the line. “We haven’t started cooking yet. There was an, uh- orange juice situation.”
“Sounds serious,” Luke says, unlocking the car like he’s trying to do so without himself noticing.
“Down a few clean dish towels,” Din agrees. There’s a clang and Grogu laughs again, muffled.
Luke plants one foot on the street, drags the other out of the car, stands up. “Any left for thirsty travelers?”
“It’s the pulpy kind.”
“Gross,” Luke makes a face as he locks the car and takes measured steps towards the building.
"There's coffee."
Luke stands about ten feet from the door. "Lightning fast redemption arc you got there."
"It's a talent."
The door to the apartment building opens, and Din and Grogu stand in the entrance. Grogu strikes a pose and throws his hands into the air and shouts "Surpise!" with a big grin on his face.
All the air in Luke's lungs leaves in a rush, a laugh that feels punched out of him. He barely remembers to put his phone in his pocket before moving forward to catch the little boy running full tilt towards him. He spins around and Grogu cackles, and Luke kisses all over his head as they come to a dizzy stop. And here is Din.
The man stands close, first smiling with the specific sort of fondness he saves for his son, and then with the specific sort of fondness he saves for Luke. His eyes are bright as they search Luke's, and Luke lets out a little breath and steps even closer, grabbing a clumsy fistfull of Din's shirt while keeping Grogu in his arms. Din's brows furrow a little, and he slides his arms around them both and kisses Luke's cheek.
"Hey."
"Hi." It's so warm here, with these two. Luke gets even closer, leaning his face against Din's, supporting Grogu between their bodies. His hand moves from wrinkling Din's shirt to rest on his shoulder for a moment, then creeps up to cradle the back of his head. Whole, complete, unbroken. "Just… checking," Luke says, though Din probably doesn't need an explanation. Their foreheads are pressed together and it's a little dizzying to look at someone this close up, but they stare at each other anyway.
"You wanna come in?" Din asks, eventually, nodding his head back towards the building and the apartment and the pancakes and the coffee.
"Yeah," Luke says. "I do."
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souvcniir · 3 years
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*   bopping  along  to  forever  by  drake  is  𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑  ,  the  twenty  two  year  old  cis  man  thrown  back  to  their  business  days  with  none  of  his   memories  .  voted  most  likely  to  move  out  the  country  ,  alis  was  known  for  being   resilient &   facetious ,  go  figures  you'd  always  find  them  being  threatened  to  be  kicked  off  of  the  football  team  ,  but  grew  up  to  be   audacious &  untrusting  .
what’s  happening  cuties  !   listen  ,  i  cannot  join  a  group  without  giving  the  fattest  and  biggest  warning  that  despite  being  in  the  rpc  for  a  minute  now  ,   i  still  suck  at  introductions  .  embarrassing  luv  ,  i  know  asdj  .  i’m  gi(anna)  ,  i’m  nineteen  years  old  ( a  big  old  baby   )  ,  i  go  by  she  and  her  pronouns  and  i  currently  live  on  the  east  coast  which  throws  me  in  the  est  timezone  !!!  this  is  one  out  of  two  of  my  children  that  i’ll  be  bringing  you  ,   and  um  can  i  just  say  im  obsessed  with  the  fc  pairing  i  got  going  on  for  alistair  .  aron  piper  and   giuseppe  maggio  ?   this  is  what  heaven  is   asdfgh  .    down  below  you’ll  find  a  little  about  alistair  !  and  if  you  want  to  plot  you  can  either  smash  the  heart  button  ,  send  me  a  message  ,  or  message  me  on  discord  at  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲#1776  .
*   𝐎𝐍𝐄                          𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒  .
a   black   eye   in   response   of   words   of   provokement   ,   lonely   nights   concealed   by   random   bodies   ,   gold   rings   sitting   on   bruised   knuckles   ,   calloused   digits   shielding   a   bright   sun   from   bloodshot   eyes   ,   distant   chatter   drowned   out   by   loud   thoughts   ,    salty  drops   gleaming   on   tan   skin   ,   enchanting   pearly   whites   ,   thunderstorms   singing   pretty   hues   to   sleep     .
*   𝐓𝐖𝐎                          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
full   name.   alistair  aurelius  salazar  .   nickname(s).    alis  ,  ali  .   preferred   name.   alistair  .   past  age.   twenty  two  .   present  age.   thirty  two  .   date  of  birth.   november  first  .  zodiac.  scorpio  . gender.    cis  man .   pronouns.   he  and  him  .   sexuality.  pansexual  .   younger  faceclaim.   aron  piper  .   older  faceclaim.   giuseppe  maggio   .   character  inspiration.    hardin  scott  ,   niccolo  govender  rossi  ,  lip  gallagher  ,  and   bellamy  blake  .
*   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄                          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒  .
(   physical  abuse  ,  slightly  detailed     )
    sorrows  and  raindrops     ,   remnants  of  a  first  breath  that  established  the  tone  of  the  upbringing  of  curly  locks  and  pearly  whites  that  never  flashed  for  too  long  .      he  was  a  prisoner  in  a  punishment  meant  for  another  .   he  was  a  prisoner  to  rage  .
   he’s  made  up  of  pleads  ,   and  sobs  that  still  haunt  his  childhood   .   neglected  of  forehead  kisses  and  bedtime  stories   ,  gifted  fists  against  previously  bruised  flesh  in  substitution  .    black  and  blue  decorating  his  body  so  frequency  that  for  a  while  he  forgot  what  he  looked  like  without  them  .   
   one  night  ,  he   held  his  broken  arm  in  his  lap  and  begged  her  to  tell  him  why  ,  why  did  she  hate  him  so  much  ?    she  never  answered  ,   didn’t  even  move  a  muscle  .   left  her  seven  year  old  child  to  pull  himself  off  of  the  floor  and  out  the  door  .  that  was  his  last  memory  of  her  .
    left  in  the  care  of  the  foster  system    and  a  year  later  was  put  into  the  custody of  a  man  who  was  suppose  to  be  his  father  .   a  politician  who  had  cared  more  about  his  image  then  his  own  blood  eight  years  earlier  .   not  an  excuse  ,  his  father  would  learn  that  with  the  help  of  guilt  eating  him  from  the  inside  out  .  did  everything  he  could  think  of  to  make  it  up  ,    not  an  easy  challenge  .  
*   𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑                         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 .
walked  hand  in  hand  with  being  difficult  .      labeled  the  broken  bird  .  the  dirt  bag  .   found  traces  of  himself  in  chaos  and  so  he  became  it  .    a  smart  boy  drowning  in  a  hurt  he  had  not  fully  recovered  from  .    got  better  as  the  years  went  ,   and  twenty  two  was  his  golden  years  of  doing  his  very  best  to  not  self  destruction  .  
kept  himself  busy  ,  but  that  does  not  mean  he  kept  himself  out  of  trouble  .  a  smart  boy  who  had  the  ability  to  stumble  into  class  with  black  rims  covering  regrets  from  the  previous  night  .   cannabis  was  the  best  form  of  therapy  and  getting  blacked  out  on  weekdays  was  his  favorite  sin  .   
careless  and  impulsive  ,  everyone’s  favorite  partner  in  crime  .  bruised  knuckles  and  a  fat  lip  were  the  consequence  of  a  insolent  mouth  that  never  knew  when  to  stop  .   smiled  with  blood  dripping  from  his  mouth  and  returned  to  his  dorm  with  bruised  knuckles  ,  now  he  remembered  what  he  looked  like  .    
charming  words  and  wandering  hands  might’ve  fooled  you  ,  but  commitment  for  him  was  unreachable  .   he  was  stuck  in  the  mindset  that  he  was  too  fucked  up  for  someone  to  love  him  and  it  showed  in  every  relationship  he  had  ever  had  .   he  was  the  heartbreaker  ,  or  more  so  the  cold  hearted  .  used  others  to  silence  the  demons  in  his  head  and  left  before  the  sun  crept  through  curtains  .  
*   𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄                         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  .
ten  years  formed  a  new  label  ,  the  phoenix  .   the  businessman  .    moved  around  until  he  settled  in   san  francisco  where  he  soon  opened  up  a  bar  with  his  business  partner  .   successful  ,  finally  funded  his  own  life  with  money  that  he  earned  .  but  there  was  more  to  him  then  just  expensive  cars  and  days  being  referred  to  as  boss  . 
healed  in  more  ways  then  he  had  been  ten  years  ago  ,  thanks  to  the  help  of  actual  therapy  (  though  cannabis   was  still  a  friend  )   .   greatest  achievement  was  finding  forgiveness  in  his  heart  for  his  father  and  building  a  normal  son  -  father  relationship  .    
decided  early  he  didn’t  want  kids  and  instead  adopted  a  pitbull  named  kyson  .   his  best  friend  and  as  those  around  him  joke  ,  his  son  .   is  his  background  a  picture  of  him  and  his  dog  ,  yes  .  mind  your  business  .
now  a  known  playboy  ,  though  most  aren’t  surprised  .  says  he’s  too  busy  for  relationships  but  it’s  just  the  fact  that  some  things  never  change  and  commitment  was  still  a  scary  thing  .  
recently  ,  as  in  the  last  three  years  ,  moved  to  riccione  ,  where  he  opened  up  his  fourth  bar  .   lives  in  a  house  on  the  beach  and  only  returns  home  every  few  months  (  plus  the  holidays  )  .  has  become  a  big  beach  bum  ,  but  he  likes  the  environment  .  does  the  whole  beach  life  activities  too  ,  the  hiking  and  the  surfing  (  though  he’s  not  very  good  )   .  
no  longer  a  fighter  ,  and  instead  is  the  one  breaking  them  up  .   realized  there  was  one  thing  he  never  wanted  to  be  ,  his  mother  ,  and  so  he’d  never  resort  to  using  his  fist  unless  in  the  act  of  defense  and  even  then  he’s  had  a  good  job  of  walking  away  .  
*   𝐒𝐈𝐗                         𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓   .
back  to  square  one  .  no  memories  of  who  he  grew  up  to  be  ,  just  the  old  feeling  of  anger  and  hurt  .   sad  to  see  his  process  thrown  out  the  window  ,  his  healing  cracked  open  .  the  biggest  question  ,  is  will  he  get  to  his  end  point  once  again  or  will  a  second  chance  be  his  downfall  ?
*   𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍                          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒  .
has  always  taken  very  good  care  of  himself  in  the  sense  of   what  he  puts  into  his  body  ,  even  in  college  he  paid  important  attention  to  diet  and  exercise  .  
doesn’t  speak  of  his  mother  ,  or  at  least  he  didn’t  .  you  asked  a  question  and  got  silence  in  return  .  most  never  actually  knew  what  the  first  seven  years  of  his  life  was  ,  which  left  many  in  shock  when  he  finally  decided  to  open  up  about  it  .
he  doesn’t  like  nicknames  and  prefers  to  be  called  just  alistair  ,  though  some  people  do  get  a  pass  ,  even  if  that  pass  comes  with  a  hard  look  .
his  drink  of  choice  is  bourbon  but  he  hasn’t  been  a  bigger  drinker  since  his  college  days  ...  his  friends  would  joke  it’s  because  he  overdid  it  too  many  times  in  his  younger  years  . 
*  𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓                          𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  .
*   these  are  simply  just  ideas  to  give  us  something  to  start  with  ,  i  am  open  to  anything  that  is  not  mentioned  as  well  am  completely  and  totally  okay  with  switching  things  around  and  adding  things  to  these  ideas !!!  i  love  plotting  and  bouncing ideas  off  of  each  other  so  don’t  be  afraid  to  stray !
                    YOU’RE  BAD  FOR  MY  HEALTH  ,  YEAH  YOU  SHOULD  HURT  SOMEBODY  ELSE  (  PAST  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN    )  .    he  was  bad  for  their  health    ,   a  rollercoaster  that  consisted  of  too  many  downs  .  toxic  ?  yes  .  in  love  ?  in  denial  .  but  whatever  was  between  these  two  ,  it  kept  them  at  each  others  throats  and  in  each  other  bed  .   this  was  not  the  one  who  got  away  ,  it  was  the  one  he  needed  to  stay  away  from  . 
                   WILL  HE  ALWAYS  BE  MINE  ?   ( PRESENT  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN   ) .    his  first  adult  relationship  ,  and  like  alistair  himself  it  was  not  always  easy  .  long  nights  ,  busy  days  ,  sometimes  this  relationship  felt  like  it  was  set  up  to  fail  ..  and  then  they  got  their  moments  where  butterflies  flapped  their  wings  and  rose  spreaded  to  cheeks  and  it  really  seemed  like  it  would  work  ...  but   good  moments  ,  they  come  and  go  and  this  relationship  leaves  the  other  thinking  how  long  they  might  have  alistair  . 
                  I  GOT  A  BAD  IDEA  ( PAST  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN   ) .    he  looked  to  his  left  and  saw  them  ,  and  when  he   looked  in  front  of  him  he  saw  the  bars  and  regrets  forming  .   these  two  were  a  duo  that  wreaked  havoc   ,  being  around  them  meant  cop  sirens  and  bad  decisions  .  these  two  were  ,  what  do  they  say  ?  young  and  dumb  .
                  WHOLE  SQUAD  MOBBIN  EVEN  THOUGH  WE  ONLY  SIX  DEEP  ( PAST  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN   ) .    his  best  buddies  (  that  i  manage  are  still  apart  of  his  life  in  present  time  )  made  up  of  two  to  three  others  .  they  are  his  people  ,  his  picked  family  .   
                I  SWEAR  IF  I  EVER  LEFT  YOU  IN  THE  COLD  ,  IT’S  CAUSE  IT  WAS  COLDER  INSIDE   (  PRESENT  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN   )  .   a  old  friend  who’s  no  longer  that  ,  a  friend  .  i  picture  this  to  be  more  complicated  then  what  it  seems  ,  but  picture  these  two  going  from  being  attached  at  the  hip  to  not  speaking  to  one  another  .
                  CAN  YOU  IMAGINE  ?   ( PAST  CONNECTION  ┋  OPEN   ) .    that  one  person  who  badly  wanted  something  more  from  alistair  and  got  exactly  the  opposite  .   lovers  in  the  way  of  intimacy  but  one  sided  emotionally  .  
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Longform Audio Creepypasta Recs
hey TMA fandom! as a new TMA listener but looooongtime creepypasta fan, I find it rly cool that ppl who aren’t into horror are getting into TMA! I’m hoping this will help bring fresh blood (hah) to the horror fandom, so if you’ve realized that you rather like audio horror but don’t know what else to look into, I’m here to recommend my favorite longform creepypasta narrations! 
this is far from an exhaustive list of long creepypastas, but I just want to introduce some of the stories I consider to be the best of the genre. and while I’m just reccing longform in this post, there are plenty of short one-shots I could rec if anyone wants to ask me abt a specific theme/Entity or even a specific ep of TMA (there are several MAG eps that brought me straight back to a specific creepypasta or two, lmao)
also, I’ll just be linking to MrCreepyPasta’s narrations b/c I’m heavily biased so I mostly listen to him, but there are plenty of other great narrators out there like CreepsMcPasta, CreepypastaJr, etc. (most of their names are variations on a theme asdfgh). and if u just want the text version of any of these, every video I link has a link in its own description back to the original text posting of the story
THAT outta the way, here are my recs! I’ll try to remember all the trigger warnings I can, but keep in mind I tend to be p hardy to most horror content, so there may be some things that slip past simply b/c they don’t register to me. also it’s been a minute since I’ve listened to some of these, so some have updated or I may have just forgotten some aspects. I’ll also update this if ppl find it useful and I find more good long pastas~
Penpal (2.5 hrs, complete)
op recounts some of their odd experiences as a child, all of which stem from an elementary school project involving a pen pal. as he recalls these experiences, a horrifying picture of his past begins to emerge...
easily my favorite pasta of all time-- and that’s saying something, considering there are some damn good recs here. it’s one of the first I read so long ago, and few have come close to what this one made me feel. op does an incredible job of capturing the nostalgia and childhood wanderlust of youth, and the last few lines of each chunk of the story hit like a goddamned truck-- esp "Friends”, I cry like a baby every time, it just.... hits something tender in me...
TW: stalking of children, subsequent kidnapping and child abuse at the end (and while it’s not necessarily *confirmed*, heavy implications of child sexual abuse, for that last bit). implied cat death. some graphic description of the victim of a hit-and-run
Search and Rescue Woods (~5 hrs, ongoing?)
op recalls several of the strange and disturbing experiences (their own and quoted from coworkers) of working search-and-rescue for an unnamed national forest in the US
y’know that feeling u get when u see photos lawn chairs just sitting at the bottom of the ocean? even if there’s a perfectly good explanation for why they’re there, it’s still haunting b/c it feels wrong to see them there, in that context? that’s basically this entire assortment of stories-- the obvious example being the stairs, of course, but even a lot of the human elements feel so out of place and wrong. if you’re a fan of Spiral-type horror w/ a hard edge of Stranger, this is the story for u
TW: generally clinical but graphic descriptions of mutilated bodies. use of the r-slur against an nd individual (it’s during a story that the main character is quoting from a different one-off character, so it thankfully only happens the one time..). child death, in certain stories. some wild animal death
Borrasca (2.5 hrs, complete)
Sam moves to a small mountain town with his family after his father’s job relocates them. he hears some spooky legends about the town, but doesn’t think much of them... that is, until his sister disappears. as Sam and his friends dig deeper into the town’s history to find any clues to his sister’s disappearance, they begin to realize there’s something deeply deeply wrong with their quaint little home
I’ve always loved horror that’s ‘mundane’ enough to be done by regular humans, but vague enough that it could actually be supernatural, under the right circumstances-- and this is one of those mysteries that keeps u guessing until the VERY end. my mind felt like that Pepe Silvia corkboard meme the first time I listened to this, I was losin’ it. this is also prolly one of my favorite examples of MCP’s talent as a narrator, b/c he adds in his own subtle foreshadowing with his voicework, and it blows my mind every time I listen to it again
also worth mentioning there’s a (3.5 hr) sequel! since the horror/mystery is basically done after the first one, the sequel is mostly suspense/thriller and character closure. if ur just here for the horror/mystery and the gut-punch of that first ending, then the sequel isn’t necessary. but if you want more closure for our dear sweet cast who deserve so much better, then by all means!
TW: the ending involves heavy sexual abuse (involving underage girls, no less), part of which is graphic. like I know I joke abt having to take breaks after reading emotionally exhausting stories, but I genuinely had to take a couple days of recovery after this one-- and that’s from someone who’s p hardy to all kinds of graphic content. do NOT take this warning lightly if this is a sensitive topic for you
Tales From the Gas Station (10 hrs for free, otherwise ongoing)
Jack works at a gas station at the edge of a middle-of-nowhere town. Strange things happen at the gas station-- bipedal deer stopping by for a drink, dark gods leaving vague messages, fingers growing from the ground out back, sudden lawn gnome appearances-- All just a part of the daily grind, right?
so if I wanna be totally fair, this is more a rec for Night Vale fans than anything (tho the TMA/WTNV overlap seems to be p significant). the comedic, nonchalant tone taken towards everything supernatural and horrific is p much 1:1 WTNV. I’ve genuinely cried laughing at some of the fuckshit that happens, esp anything involving Jerry. not to say that GST doesn’t have its heavy-horror moments, but the frequency is more comparable to Night Vale’s approach-- dark comedy definitely takes center stage, here. tho this also varies by the POV-- the “Finding Vanessa” arcs are told from the perspective of a more serious character, so the heavy parts are far more frequent and hit a lot harder
as for the time estimate, here’s where it gets a littleee bit complicated. the first version was put out for free, and read for free by MCP (among a few other narrators). this came out in several different parts, and the one video I linked above has compiled *most* of volume 1, but not the Halloween story, featured here. HOWEVER, the author has taken a second go at v1 and beyond, which is currently ongoing and available to buy as books or audiobooks ALSO narrated by MCP!
as for deciding which version to listen to, I’ll just try to describe the differences here. the first version was written entirely via Jack’s online forum posts, which were subject to more direct reader interaction and Jack’s scatterbrain. thus, the first version leaves a LOT more details up to reader interpretation/theorizing, straight up doesn’t have or explain certain plot arcs yet, and is very disorganized in terms of timeline all due to Jack’s canon memory issues. this all, personally, made it v fun and silly to follow, but I’m aware that’s not for everyone. the second version is written from a more standard first person narrative from Jack’s perspective. while Jack’s memory issues still make him an unreliable narrator (often *upsettingly* so in this version), the actual narrative is far more organized, complete, and easy to follow. the fun thing is that the first version can still be considered canon material to the second version, as Jack references making those very forum posts within the second version narrative. so, personally, I consider the second version to be the core cohesive story, while the first version is supplemental, fun material that provides more context for a few of the strange bits that happen in the story (like Jack’s ‘secret admirer’ makes more sense if u’ve listened to the first version). either way, the second version is the only way the story is going to continue (as far as I’m aware), so if you’re ONLY going to listen to one version of the story, listen to the second version
TW: for the first version, there are some uncomfortable jokes/implications at certain points-- associating villains/assholes with fatness and/or personality disorders is unfortunately a running theme, and a few off-color jokes are made abt some of Jack’s conditions (general mental health and his brief use of crutches). there’s also a point at which it’s implied that a specific one-off arc is a ploy to rape Jack, tho nothing actually comes of it beyond awkward scheming (but just in case, that story is specifically “Death at the Gas Station” at the very end of that long compilation, if u wanna skip it). for the second version, I believe the author was made aware of these issues and either straight-up removed or fixed most of them in some way. there’s just one point where an intentionally-questionable character uses the g*psy slur, and a few points where a regular commenter on Jack’s forum posts has w*ndigo in their username
in terms of gore for either one, uhhh maybe some descriptions of injuries? body horror? this one’s a lot harder to call for me, b/c the comedy softens the blow on a lot of the horror
Accounts From a Lonely Broadcast Station (5 hrs, ongoing)
Evelyn is the new voice of a small mountain town’s local radio station. her job is to take calls, play music (ALWAYS play the music), and broadcast emergency warnings whenever the fog rolls in from the surrounding forest. pretty standard stuff. she tries to make the most of it-- if only that damn crow with human eyes would stop watching her...
this one’s similar to Gas Station Tales with its heavy reliance on dark humor, but it takes itself a bit more seriously, with a more even split b/t genuine horror and comedy. also MCP brings in wonderful extra voice talent w/ this one, I RLY love Evelyn's va ;w;
TW: graphic descriptions of mutilation and body horror
My Friend Has Been Living in an Alternate Reality (4 hrs, complete)
op’s eccentric friend, Clint, turns up on op’s doorstep unannounced after several years missing. Clint vanishes again just as abruptly, leaving op with a journal detailing a horrifying, dangerous journey that’s almost too bizarre to believe, yet...
so this one’s more like an action/thriller with horror garnish, tbh-- very exciting and suspenseful! I love the weird, apocalyptic world Clint describes in his journals, and the societies that have cropped up around these hostile circumstances
TW: graphic descriptions of mutilation/injury
My Name is Lily Madwhip (~8 hrs, ongoing)
Lily Madwhip sees things before they happen. they’re usually horrible things like deaths and injuries that she wishes she could prevent but often can’t. at least her best friend-- an angel possessing one of Lily’s dolls-- is around to provide advice
this one’s from the perspective of a little girl, and it leans into dark humor enough to soften at least some of the more traumatic moments. Lily’s young enough that she’s somewhat removed from the full gravity of the deaths around her, but the fact that it’s happening so frequently at all seems to be warping her perspective towards death to be more... casual? is that the right word? it’s just a rly interesting perspective to see for horror. also we’ve got another rly great guest va here for Lily~
TW: brief descriptions of injury, but they’re not graphic. frequent animal death.
The Showers (2.75 hrs, complete)
op recounts a scary story he heard from a teacher back in high school about a vague location and a terrifying encounter. he later ventures to find this location to see the truth for himself, but is it worth it?
this one’s a classic-- I think it was of the first creepypasta I listened to? not this version, but I wouldn’t be able to tell u which narrator it was at the time. I won’t say that this one’s the most unique story out there, but something abt it has always stuck with me?.... idk, I think the premise rly hooks me
TW: oh god it’s been a while, but I don’t remember anything particularly triggering? maybe body horror?
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spn 13x23, liveblog, collected posts (all 29 of them) or as i like to call it: ahhhhh, he’s finally dead! Lucifer is finally dead! Also holy frick that episode was good. Like super well at the tension building. Nice Nice Nice Nice!!!!
TW: mentions of self harm
“is there, I don’t know music?” Carry On my Wayward Son starts playing
#ahhhhhhhh its good
 Asdfgh Sam giving the hunters an overview of how this world works is so funny to me
#cause its like global warming student protests monster fuckers in hollywood TRUMP #so like my twitter
 What is it with the celebrity hate in this episode?
#i mean im all for it but asdfgh
 The Bobby & Mary romance is just like… ufff
 I want to know about Rowena & Charlie’s lesbian ginger roadtrip!!!
#god that’d be so good!!!
 I want the Winchester family vacation!
#with matching Hawaii shirts
 Dean being finally nice to Jack and bonding with him over PTSD nightmares from the battle field is so good
#youre family kid #AHHHHH I LOVE THEM
 Jack immediately beating up that poor kid is bad
#and Dean just shooting him is so funny asghj #Dean: Oh shit I have to escalate this situation #fires gun
 Jack self harming again :/ NOOOOOOO
#can somebody get this boy to therapy #this whole thing is kinda triggery for me too bc that me when im triggered
 Making a fire next to the gas station is so stupid… like yall are gonna blow the one gas station in Lebanon up where yall gonna get gas for the impala then huh?
 “I don’t like to speak ill of people but sams a big fat liar and a bad person and like freakishly tall” Imma kill Lucifer
#but kinda funny how theres literally sam haters out there who sound like that asdfghj
 So Lucifer finally admits that he did something really bad to Sam and Jack… immediately ignores it? Like? jack baby please!
 “Sam, Dean and the other one” asdfgh
 Jack is such a cute nerd
#he wants a light saber
 Lucifer also being an ableist dipshit… of course…
#im so tired of him
 Sam being so sweet to Maggie, trying to figure out the truth… best boy
 Sam praying to Jack because he still believes in him! Ahhhhhh DadTM
 “Sam’s a hater” ufffff
#calm down taylor swift
 Lucifer admitting that crushing Maggies skull was warm and wet and he liked it is so good
#hes so creepy finally! That is the Lucifer I like bc hes actually scary!
 Lucifer is such a bastard!
#leave Jack alone!
 Despite Sam’s terror of Lucifer he doesn’t hesitate to rush forward and try to get in between Lucifer and Jack so he can protect his son… Im Love Best Dad.
 Lucifer back with the relationship implications…
#its good though its so in character for him #but hearing him say ‘I think we should see other people’ still makes me want to break his face
 Lucifer beating Jack down is so nicely shot
#like the way he goes down I love the entire church sequence so far
 “Daddy Sam coming to the rescue” ahhhhhh
 “He’s killed people. He’s got blood on his hands.” “I don’t care. He’s family.” AHHHHHHHHHHH
#i am in pain about what a good dad Sam is
 The tension of this episode!!! UFFFFF
#its so much #when Sam goes to pick up the blade… UFFFF
 Michael!Dean to the rescue! Nice
#i do hate the flying effects though and I wish it would have been Sam that got to kill or at least get a couple of punches in at Lucifer but cant have everything #but at least Lucifer is finally dead
 Sam not looking away from Lucifer dying and burning out even though his eyes must be hurting so bad is so good!!!
#hes finally dead! holy shit hes finally actually dead!
 Sam is so happy. For 0.5 seconds. Then everything goes to shit again. But that smile is so good.
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Lie To Me [Peter Parker]
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader ft. Tony Stark, and May Parker (mentioned)
Warnings: ANGST, cursing etc ~~Follow up~~
A/N: I’m still working on Possibility and Ugh, just wanted to put something out for you all before I head to bed asdf I have no idea where this came from- I had a different idea at first and then this came out asdfgh damn.
What if..
You were so used to him clambering into your room through your window- to him showing up at the latest hours of the night to give you a little recap of his day. When it first began, you had kind of liked it. He was so animated when he told you he caught a mugger. So bright and cheery as he told you that some little kid cheered him on as he swung by. Those nights were ones you cherished deeply. They were from a better time- an easier place that you took for granted. He used to only come to you with small cuts and scratches- maybe one bruise or two. Soon the cuts became gashes in need of stitching (something you had to learn because of him). The bruises got bigger and darker- his usual cheery demeanor grew tired and sometimes bleak. Instead of stories of cheering children and sweet elderly ladies- he had stories of those he’d been forced to lose. Stories of crying Mothers and grieving siblings. The criminals he fought grew bigger and stronger- and some nights he couldn’t even talk to you. He was either that tired or he had his jaw broken (again).
What if you’d known how bad things would get? Could you have stopped him?
Your worries for his wellbeing grew bigger and bigger with each passing night. Everything seemed to just go downhill and you longed for the nights where he’d come to you unscathed. Where he was tired only because it was late and not because he’d been flung around like a rag doll by some new villain. Peter was strong- so incredibly strong and you knew this. Everyone had a breaking point though- every one had limits. Iron-Man had them. Captain America had them- every hero this world has ever known had them. Not a single person on this earth was invincible- but god, you wished so badly that he was.
What if you demanded that he stopped? Would he have stayed?
You still remembered the night he came to you unscathed for once. The relief that fell over you was wonderful and refreshing. Your world was okay- he was unharmed- but the look on his face was heartbreaking. He looked distraught- had he lost another life?, you wondered. He looked like he had- like something so horrible happened-
“Something really crazy is going on, okay? I don’t want to tell you everything and- I don’t want you freaking out but- I have to go.”, he had said.
“Go?”, you asked.
“Yeah. I might be gone a few days- but I promise I’ll be back. I swear. Can’t leave the girl I love waiting for long, can I?”, he offered you a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You wished you had known that he was scared- that he knew exactly what he was getting into. Maybe then..
“A few days? Peter- what do you mean- we have- you know classes? And- And May-”
“I have to go. You know I do. I can’t just do nothing-”
“You can-”
“I can’t. You know this. I have to leave now, okay? I love you. I’ll be back before you know it-”
“Peter please don’t-”
“I love you.”, he said it again, waiting for you to return the words. He had needed to hear them that night. One last time..
“I love you too, Peter. I love you so much- just please-”
“I love you more than anything in this world, please remember that.”
Your brows furrowed, “Don’t talk like that- you don’t have to go anywhere. I don’t care what Tony says-”
“I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry.”
What if you had pulled him back in the room? What if you dragged out the conversation? Would you have broken his resolve?
It was full on war. Something about some aliens- it was always aliens. You didn’t care what the war was about or why it was happening- you just wanted it to stop. You wanted the screams to stop- the pure terror and panic- you wanted it all gone. You wanted him back here with you- safe and sound. He wasn’t supposed to be up there fighting those things. He was supposed to be down here- with you. He was friendly neighborhood Spider-Man- and that was it. He could be more and you knew that, but you didn’t want him to. The bigger the hero, the bigger the dangers. It was a selfish thought and you knew it- but who wouldn’t think the same way? 
This war went on for what felt like forever. So much panic- so many deaths and destroyed land- it was pure chaos. Parents were grieving, children were screaming- it was all over the news. You, your family and May had been picked up by some sort of security and were taken away from all the mess. You knew it was Peter’s doing- probably something he’d asked of Tony. You were grateful for it- but you still wished that instead of these nameless men, he was here. You wished he was the one watching over you- wished he was holding your hand and keeping you close. 
In the midst of all this madness, you just wanted him..
It was one fifteen in the morning- you remembered the time exactly. It was stamped into your brain. His name lit up your phone and you scrambled to answer it.
Finally.
“Peter? Oh my god- are you okay? When will you be back? May is worried sick- and god, I’d be a damn liar if I said I haven’t been crying since you-”
“[Y/n]..”, a voice cut you off- a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.
“Tony?” No- god no- please..
“[Y/n] I-”
“Lie to me.”, you said quickly, heart already hammering away in your ribcage.
“What?”
“Lie to me. Whatever you’re about to say- make it a lie. Make it a big fat lie- please.”
“I don’t think-”
“Lie. To. Me.”
You heard a shaky sigh from his end. He was debating- thinking. Lie lie lie- say he’s hurt- say he’s not coming back and make it be a lie.
“He-.. He’ll be home soon. He’s okay.”, the words came out strained and you could tell that he wanted to believe them too.
God- the scream you let out could probably be heard worldwide. It was loud- blood curdling and so awfully broken. Tony had to hold the phone away from his ear- trying to tune out your piercing cries while he stared at the lifeless face of the man you were crying for.
He wanted to be lied to as well.
He wanted to not have to shakily hand you his mask when you came by the tower- demanding another lie from him. He wanted it to be a dream- wanted to not have to see you like this. He wanted to not have to listen to countless voicemails from an angry Aunt. A crying, broken down and left with nothing Aunt. He regretted ever telling him anything- hated that he allowed this young man to come into this war and sacrifice his life.
The city of Queens was bleak and hopeless without their Spider-Man- and you and May were so much worse without Peter. Neither of you cared for Spider-Man the way the city did. You only cared about Peter Parker. About the sweet boy you’d met Freshman year of High School and was completely head over heels for by the time Junior Year rolled around. You were both supposed to graduate from College within a few months. Supposed to start careers and lead a happy life together- and what now? What do you do from here?
You live a lie.
“Tell me another lie.”, you said into the phone, holding it with a shaky hand.
“Please- you shouldn’t-”
“Lie.”, you hissed, jaw trembling.
“He’s coming home..”
Oh god- you wanted to believe it.
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basketcasemp3 · 7 years
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what are a few things you DON'T like about gilmore girls? not characters or anything, but like the way things were written and how they handled certain things and things you just can't Get Over™.
this is gonna make it seem like i hate the show like i truly love it but its problematic as hell so like ya i have a few issues
lack of diversity (only 3 main characters of color (michel, lane, mrs kim), 2 of whom are supposed to be korean but have japanese actors; 1 gay character whose sexuality was only made specific in the revival and (to me) seemed like an “afterthought”; emily’s maid in the revival, etc)
offensive jokes (the fat, trigger, and gay jokes in the revival; the gay/lesbian jokes in the og series; the “thats my native american name” joke; abeist jokes (i know they exist but i cant think rn so i cant give a specific example), the fact that she named a character (g*psy) a slur; etc)
woody allen references (and references to other abusers)
i dont like how the characters look down on anyone (especially other women) who don’t share the same taste in them….the one scene that comes to mind is when lindsey says she like michelle branch & the others character like….physically cringe. (lol i know this is a thing real ppl do too but i hate it and its just a pet peeve of mine)
luke and lorelai falling apart because of how they handled the april situation…..im sorry but luke wouldve talked to lorelai about it. he wouldve wanted her help. he wouldve wanted her and april to have a good relationship. it was ooc and they only had him do it to cause drama 
chris slept with lorelai when she was upset and vulnerable and he clearly took advantage of her but no one in the show seems to care?? or notice how gross that is????
the romanticization of chris in general. and dean. and jess. and logan. lmfao
the lack of development between season 7 and the revival, in terms of both character development (rory, for example) and plot development (lorelai only bringing up kids like 8 years after they got back together)
asdfgh i promise i dont hate the show im just not a fan of asp or her humor or her brand of feminism so a lot of my problems w/the show stem from her and like….ya
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theythemsam · 5 years
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spn 11x19, liveblog, collected posts (all 19 of them) or as i like to call it: Cesar and Jesse!!! I Love Them!!! Besides the creepy abduction, rape and impregnation monsters of the week, this is a really great episode!
TW for short discussions of rape
Cesar and Jesse time!!! HELL YEAH!!!
I love Jesse being a cute little gay and just talking to his brother about His Big Fat Gay CrushTM
#jackie looked at me i think he looked at me asdfgh #how much of the do you think he likes me? Like like likes me? Conversations did they have? I hope it were many
And the big brother just wanting to get out of there with his little brother so he can be save… holy frick. Im love them
And then his brother just gets abducted. No!
“A trippin’ trip.” Asdfgh
#thats what im gonna call it when I go on a walk to smoke some now
Casey looks like such a Stoner DykeTM
Sam trying to abashedly wave his smoking experiences off and dean just like “rebel” “sinner” asdfg Sam deserves that teasing
#that scene is so funny
Asdfhg “yeah, you know your herbs.” Stop teasing Sam about his herbs
#let that man huff his green leaves in peace asdfgh
The lady is absolutely checking Sam out asdfgh
#but of course its played for laughs cause she’s fat
The Sheriff lady is so pretty!
#im love her
Cesar chopping of a snarling monsters head, in a forest, with a machete, while Dean is pinned to the floor… Benny Vibes
#hes also got the beard and all #i mean hes better than benny bc actually gay #but still…. #the inherent homoerotic tension of saving someone from being devoured by a monster
Bisaan are creepy monsters and like ok they were probably used to excuse cheating/rape/incest and explain pregnancy, similar to succubi, but ufff, gross, creepy and rapey monster and I don’t like it
#im not a fan of those Invasion of the body snatchers type of monsters who have orgies just like everywhere
Jesse is so good
#like he looks at his angry boyfriend ranting about how shitty this homophobic garbage town is and just goes: Im Soft
Jesse is so afraid and like curls back when Dean tells them they fight like brothers… and then they do decide to come out and thankfully its received well and ufff this makes me so happy
#like dean is just like: huh interesting so whats it like settling down with a hunter?
The fact that everybody in town and his family blamed Jesse for his brother being taken, never mind that Jesse was a kid and that even if there hadn’t been an actual monster, a child experiencing something traumatic could come up with a monster…
#im angery #protect my boy!!!
Jesse has been really terrible traumatized as a child and to hear that the old Sheriff knew and just told him he was crazy… I’d be angry too
Sam petting Jesse on the shoulders three times and then grabbing his shirt to drag him away, because he knows they got a job to do and they have to get there… Good Dude!
I Am A Jesse And Cesar Fanblog Now
#seriously season 11 makes me so happy
Also uh, not to jubilate but they are the second gay couple this season and I Am In Heaven
#two gay couples in one season? AND ALL FOUR OF THEM SURVIVE? #Season 11 more like Season thank u 4 my life mather
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