#I never found Sam cool enough to make him a girl

[brooooswriting]

if you could write natasha x super soldier!reader. natasha just absolutely smitten with reader. loves her abs and muscles and just gets shy and stuff when reader flirts with her or does something to show off her muscles and stuff example carrying something super heavy like it weighs nothing 😄 maybe reader is working on a car or something and nat sees her and just some teasing and flirting with them getting together in the end

Super super soldier

You yourself didn’t even quite know how you ended up here, at the avengers as a super soldier. It was crazy and it seemed like HYDRA took part in it, but you didn’t know.

You were a normal girl from New York, sporty and smart but still trying to survive college. Until one night someone seemed to kidnap you and the next morning you woke up in the avengers tower. To say you were confused was a big understatement. They explained to you that they were rescuing experiments from a HYDRA base where they also found you and that it seems like they gave you the same powers as Steve Rogers.

You didn’t wanna believe it until you got frustrated and hit a table causing it to break. So there you were between heroes as someone who didn’t even know themself before this and now you had to start from zero.

And while you were happy that they rescued you so fast it did make things harder. You didn’t have terrible memories like Wanda, Pietro and all the other enhanced individuals, so often you just stood at the side and listened to them.

But it did have a good thing, your game was even more up than before. Nearly all the girls wanted you which was, not gonna lie, pretty cool until you got close to Romanoff. Damn Romanoff. You might think being able to have every women is cool, but that’s only until you realize that there’s only one woman you want.

But lucky enough your charm also kinda worked on her. You didn’t quite notice but it did. People always said you had “game” which confused you as your only “game” was being nice and worshiping the other person.

“We need someone to seduce him” Tony said in one of the meetings. “What about Nat? She’s beautiful, has a nice character and is a great spy. There’s nothing that could go wrong right?” You said looking around the group seeing everybody nod and a bright red Natasha. “Thank you y/n” she mumbled and you gave her a quick nod.

When the meeting was over you made your way to the trainings room only to be stopped by Natasha. “Y/n, thank you for saying what you said in there, you know…. Not only seeing my body” she mumbled the last part but due to your super-hearing you heard it anyways. “Well, sweetheart, it’s just the truth. You’re great and I’m sorry that all the males just see a beautiful face instead of the intelligent and nice personality” you told her laying one of your hands on her waist. You giggled when you saw her turn red and hugged her before making your way into the training room.

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Natasha was more than happy when everybody agreed on Yelena moving into the compound but what she wasn’t happy about at all was the moving. There was nothing she hated more than carrying boxes upstairs but luckily for her you were never far.

“Romanoff, need help?” You called through the hall pausing your interaction with some shield agent who was clearly checking you out. “If you don’t mind” she said nearly letting the box fall so you jogged over and took it from her. “Why don’t you just accompany me while I carry the boxes huh?” You said and she nodded.

Tony and Sam were fascinated. The agent you just talked to was ‘incredibly hot’ and you didn’t even say goodbye or anything as you went to Natasha.

While they discussed about how someone could be so in love Nat was busy starring at your arms while you carried the boxes. You only wore a top so the spy could see your flexed mussels even better. After about 10 heavy boxes you finally met Yelena. “Omg, sestra. Is this the girl you always talk about? No wonder you like her, she’s hot” Yelena said before even greeting you causing you to giggle. “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” you told her extending your hand. After shaking hands you noticed that the redhead left the room without you noticing.

As you were about to search for her Steve found you. “Y/l/n, so you think you could take a look at my car? I need it for my mission in two hours and it won’t turn on” he requested as you used to be a mechanic. “Uhm, sure. I’ll take a look” you decided to look for Nat after repairing Steve’s car.

You worked on Steve’s car for over an hour when you pulled off your top revealing your sports bra before rolling under the car again.

“Y/n?” You heard Romanoff say and you rolled out underneath the car. “Nat, hey, I wanted to look for you as you just disappeared, but then Steve found me and wanted me to repair his car asap. But before we talk can you maybe help me with something? I need a second pair of hands” you rambled getting even more nervous when you saw the redhead only stare at your abs and arms.

She came closer and you showed her what she had to do before standing behind her to do your thing as you had to work on something that was close to where she had to work. Your warm body was pressed against hers, your arms around her and she could feel your breath on the side of her neck. When you finished what you were doing you wrapped your arms around her waist pressing yourself even further into her.

The redhead slowly turned in your arms until you were face to face causing both of your breaths to hitch. “Why do you have to be so cute?” You asked her which made her giggle. “Romanoff” you called out and she hummed. “I’m in love with you” you finally admired. It felt better than anything else, ever. You finally felt free, if she didn’t like you then you could at least move on and if she did like you then it was finally your time.

But the silence made you regret your choice. “I-I am sorry, shouldn’t have said that” you unwrapped your arms from around her and were about to turn when her hand grabbed your upper arm to pull you back. When you turned around you saw her gaze fixed on your arm mussel before she snapped out of it. “I’m sorry, I just had to realize what you just said. I’m in love with you too, love” grabbing her waist you pulled her into a hug.

“You know that I won’t stop flirting with you right?” You asked her that night when you sat on the couch cuddled up closely. “I hope so. But I will kill everyone who looks at you, you know that right?” She grinned and you nodded. “Of course I know”

So, I had a lot to do lately but I hope this is okay

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader

[jessilynallendilla]

So I just read Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time and...it was ok

Had this come out when I was a kid and just watched Ultimate Enemy I would have gone absolutely feral over it

this show came out in 2004 so not quite sure how to feel about the updated technology IMO it would have been cool to have a time capsule of the show than the common floating timeline you see in comics

unlike with DC graphic novels you can tell the person that wrote this is actually a fan of the show and not a rando corporate pick the plot is plausible and the characters stay in character

A loyal tribute that brings in new lore and character growth

it also retcons the hated movie Phantom Planet

And it leaves enough to be curious for the sequel

People either seem to love it saying it's a good continuation the more serious take they wanted or hate it saying they're tired of villains being complex and redeemable and not pure evil anymore and the plot seems too much like tumblr fanfiction

I made notes as a read it so spoilers under the cut

Dash Kwan Paulina and Star are ghost hunters 

Tucker has instagram/twitter “Spectregram” fans 

The Fentons supply the town’s ghost hunting tech unasked 

Tucker’s wiki “click-a-pedia" has him listed as married to Ember 

Danny and Jazz just accept their father is such a bungler he can’t even kill a guy by abandoning him in space 

Dan was strong enough to dent the only thing that can contain him and just it being knocked off a shelf was enough for him to break out (why Clockwork the Master of Time never foresaw this happening moved it from a table to a more secure location ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ) 

So uh... Dan just absorbed “ate” Clockwork  

Ecto energy can reach atomic bomb levels so dimension ending threat there 

Since the Disasteroid his powers have been fading their theories match their personalities Tucker-science Sam-government Jazz-trauma  

“Do you have any childhood trauma you wanna talk about?” (like Jazz as if you weren’t there) 

Vlad found a primordial source of ecto energy and just kept that information to himself for a rainy day 

Jazz has a magical girl transformation for her ghost fighting suit 

Vlad is just “ignore those clones” (there in clothes so did Vlad just buy multiple copies of Danny’s favorite outfit how did he know his size) 

Vlad is such an old man who doesn’t know how to use modern computers 

“not a place of honor” ah the nuclear waste warning (we don’t really get much more exploration of this or the seven ancients) 

Sam is a horse girl 

Valerie still holding that grudge huh 

In Pariah’s Keep Danny is suffers from bad memories and holds Sam’s hand to comfort himself 

The Keep is Fright Knight’s domain  

Danny just forgets humans are the ghosts in the Ghost Zone (in line with how often he forgets what powers he has) 

Fright Knight calls Pariah his master 

Vlad is such a loser he keeps getting his shit kicked 

Maddie “That’s not my Danny.” 

The Ghost Zone and human world were split in half an unnatural divide 

Danny is still a C student (io don't think he's going to be an astronaut)

Ghosts are manifestations of human emotions not separate entities (take that Fartman) 

Eventually they start to lose their human identity it’s why some are less human 

Vlad has his own “Where’s the rest of it?” meme 

They figured out all ghosts run on some emotional drive or purpose  

Danny realizes his purpose is protection but now there’s no longer the monster of the week threat or his parents he never asked himself what he wanted 

Now instead of constant fighting he’ll help the ghost achieve their desires they just want to keep doing in death what they did in life and heal the rift 

Fight for control Clockwork 

Vlad finally grew as a person realizing it was his action and drive for power that drew everyone away and has making amends as his new purpose 

Dan just doesn’t want to be alone (makes sense the “no more painful human emotions” +Vlad’s anger and abandonment issues so he’s all the emotions and pain) 

Dan is destabilizing flashing back to his pre Dark child form because he’s a being outside his destroyed timeline  

Danny is the GOAT 

Clockwork needs to fix what he can of the time streams and Danny has two choices Post Disasteroid+no powers or Pre Disasteroid+powers  

Danny gives up being accepted so he can fix the realms “I’m Danny Phantom, proctor of humans and ghosts!” 

They are back to being invisible losers and Sam is just happy goths aren’t popular anymore 

The city doesn’t know how they avoided the Disasteroid but the Mayor declares ghosts are responsible for everything the city will now have a branch of ghost hunters and Danny Phantom is again public enemy #1 

Clockwork transfers Dan from Vlad into one of the empty clones he’s Vlad’s responsibility now he’ll be too busy to help again 

Clockwork’s powers are finite (so he isn’t omnipotent and all powerful) but he still feels something wrong in the stitches he feels weaker now 

And Valerie has a Time Medallion and is pissed (but there was a Valerie in the crowd at the Mayor’s speech so the two Valeries might meet up in the sequel)  

Jazz is ecstatic she was right about ghosts being emotions based  

#danny phantom #a glitch in time #agit #what I'm reading

[zozo-01]

"i want it to last forever. (all the magic and fun at sea.)"

This was supposed to be a prompt fill for our lovely @autisticempathydaemon, but alas! School and work caught up to me and I couldn't finish it, but I am making up for it know! As always, all the thanks to our lovely @gingerbreadmonsters to making sure that even if I can't get an Aussie accent right, I can at least get the British one accurate! There will definitely a sequel of sorts where I explain the lore and magic of this world, as well as expose everyone's dark past!

CW: Alternate Universe, My beloved Siren/Mermaid AU, Alexis and Christian are so stupid and in love, Sam and Darlin' being Mother Hens separately, The Pack is here but they are not important (as of right now) I.E. Darlin' is a Solaire, Christian feeling guilty over Darlin' (not romantic), Light Mentions to Darlin's past (Specifically Quinn but he is not mentioned by name), This is small fries compared to my actual Siren Fic, Eventual Sam and Darlin' but that's not why we are here!!!

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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Press your shirt flat, comb your hair down and check your breath. Daily things that Christian should be doing to maintain his appearance, but never found any reason to. He’s a special breed, one can argue a dumb breed, of humans who don’t care about what others think of him. Given that fact, he doesn’t need to maintain his looks. Who gives a shit about what others say?

But she wasn’t just anyone and he needed to treat her as such. And he’ll try his best with his limited abilities.

He doubles, and triples and quadruple checks himself in the mirror. Ok, so far so good. He doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed which is a general improvement from his status quo. It wasn’t like simple improvements were good enough for her. Although, if she asked him out while looking like a drowned rat, then maybe she didn’t care for his looks.

(Or at least he thinks that's what she said. To be quite frank, he hasn’t even heard this girl speak. She could definitely understand him, so it wasn’t a language barrier on her end, she just refuses to open her mouth. So far, they have only been able to communicate with nods and what he thinks was sign language. It looked more like flailing hands to him, but it got the job done. Now all he needs to do is not get stood up by the most ethereal woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.)

(Cool. Absolutely no pressure at all.)

He grabs his keys and walks out the door with the nonchalant attitude that has gotten him this far in life. Surely if he treats this tangible Venus like she was a normal girl, then she’ll fall in love with him in no time!

Or punch him in the face and spit on his grave. Either or work.

The rest of the drive was silent. He didn’t bother to come up with creative nicknames or smooth pick up lines because why should he? She decided to ask him out for him, not some casanova. This is what she asked for and this is what she’ll get.

He parked his car by the bridge, and waited for her signal that she’d be on the bridge. She said that when he sees a bright blue light, that will be his que to get on the bridge. A weird signal if you asked him, but hey who was he to judge-

A flash of blue erupted from below the bridge, followed by the sounds of rapid waves. Was Christian going to question the near mystical light? Not by the seven oceans he wasn’t. All he knew was that’s probably his signal so he exited the car and walked onto the bridge.

And low and behold, there she was in her glory.

(Christian did compare her to Venus earlier, and it is his nickname for her, so you can see how much horseshit his earlier thoughts were. But it bears remembering now. There was seafoam under the part of the bridge where she stands. Her midnight hair flows in the wind, moving the same way waves ebb and flow in the ocean. Even her dress had something otherworldly about it, from the way it hugged her body like wet fabric, despite it looking dry as a bone, and the shells and gems that adorned it. There was something off about her in the most tantalizing way possible.)

He cleared his throat, blessing her with his presence as much as she’s blessing him with hers and causing the young woman to snap out of her daze. “Hello, Venus. Excited to see me?” Confidence and borderline cockiness were dripping from his voice. It all came from a place of genuine care, whether she knew it or not was up to her.

Venus smiled at the arrogant boy, moving her hands to sign to him. It still looked like gibberish to him, although if he stared hard enough and paid enough attention, he’ll be able to understand her…

The girl shook her head, not in disgust or apathy, but in amusement. Like she found the miscommunication on his end cute. She pulled out a notebook and a pen from her pocket and began to write down what she was trying to say. Quite a large book from a small dress, but he’s seen weirder.

She flips the notebook over to reveal the message. Thank you for meeting me here.

Christian puffed his chest up, pride filling his tanned body. He ran a hand through his golden hair, replying, “I’m just doing a favour for you.” Please don’t focus on how fast his heart is beating or how he wiped his shirt to get rid of the excess sweat.

Or the strange feeling of being watched from a distance.

She rolled her eyes, and usually it would insult Christian. Lord knows he doesn’t like being made into a joke, but if making himself a fool is what keeps Venus smiling, then he’ll become the butt of every joke from here on till the day she dies. (A long time away that day is.)

Venus opened up her notebook and continued to write in it. How has your day been, Christian?

Ah ha! An excuse to talk about himself. It’s what he excels at the most! He opened his mouth, ready to go on about his day. “Well the waves and weather were nice today, so I went surfing. Taught some assholes what it really means to shred it on the water. Like, seriously, do you want to know what these little shits did!” He then went on a tirade about these teenagers and how they wouldn’t listen to any of his warnings as to why not to ride a monster wave. Lo and behold, Fred and Bright wiped out hard and he has no sympathy for them.

She covered her mouth, muffling the angelic laugh that Christian was convinced she had. It’s a little weird that he’s never heard a sound from her, at least he thinks it is. Even non-verbal people let out sounds, heavy breaths or quiet sighs, to prove that they’re alive. But Venus hadn’t done any of that. He wonders what’s preventing her from letting out any sounds. He's known about how trauma can cause people to go mute, he's seen it happen with Bright. But dare he be crass, Venus seems quite well adjusted to society.

(The two bodies in the water with scales down their bodies say otherwise. Neither of them wanted to be there, but what the Ocean demands, the Ocean receives.)

"Let me guess, you're into surfer boys?" Brash and overconfident was unbecoming of most men, at least that's what Darlin' used to say. But they're dead and therefore, their advice and words don't matter anymore. Somehow it works for him and it's working on her so he won't lead the dead dictate his actions.

Returning to her notebook, Venus scribbled down some words. She turned it over, revealing the words she wrote down. I've never spoken to a 'surfer boy' before. Are they all as haughty as you?

Ouch, that was personal. She didn't have to call him out on his attitude like this. She didn't need to mimic the ghosts he lives with all that accurately.

Ignoring the accidental jab to his heart, he rolls his eyes and lets her words leave quiet wounds on his body. "Well I'm sure that you'll be begging for me later, princess." Assuming that Venus would ever beg. Voice aside, she doesn't seem like the type to beg.

Christian dropped his bravado and leaned back against the bridge. "How about you? How's your day been?"

Venus looked back at her notebook, taking her time to write down every detail of her day. Once she was done writing, she flipped her notebook back to Christian.

It's been good. I went out with my brother, his partner and one of my friends to get some food. We had some beignets and they were really good! I haven't had good ones in quite some time. Plus, my brother got powder sugar all over himself and he looked like he failed to smoke some cocaine, so that was amusing.

"An eventful day," he chuckled. He tried to picture a younger, male version of Alexis covered in powdered sugar to make himself feel better for the fact that he'd be the fool doing the same thing. "Maybe you can take me there one day? I've never had a beignet before."

Venus smiled and nodded her head, and he's planning to message Milo about a styling intervention. It would be worth it to look good for her.

The same blue light from earlier flashed again, and Venus's eyes widened. She frantically looked between the ocean and Christian, her face puzzled and brain working to come up with an excuse. Realizing that she was looking for an excuse, he decided to free her of that burden.

"Look, I get if you need to go." He watched her face relax and kept going. "I have work the next day, anyways." He fiddled with his car keys, trying to find a way to stretch these seconds into eons. "It was nice seeing you again. I hope it won't be the last time?"

She shook her head while writing in her notebook. We can grab some beignets tomorrow if you're free? Meet me here again at noon and we can go together.

"Perfect!" His smile bloomed at the thought of spending more time with his girl. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

He turned back to go to his car, not paying attention to the large splash from behind him. Heart lighter than air, he danced his way back to his car. There was no person worth more sleepless nights and tired mornings than Venus and he can't wait for more time with her.

The drive back home seemed shorter while he was lost in his head. But the minute he parked in his garage, he knew he had to focus in order to stay silent. While Sam never cared about what Christian did with his time, the fact that he came back later than what he promised was all he needed to fear the coming of the Southern Mothern Hen.

Creeping his way inside, he was relieved that the lights were turned off and not a soul was in the living room.

Until a single lamp was turned on and Sam was sitting on the couch.

"Mate-"

"Do you know what time it is, young man?" He didn't give Christian any time to respond. "I'll tell you what time it is. It's damn near midnight, when you said you'd be back by 10 PM." The southern man got up and started pacing around. "I thought, 'you're a grown man, you don't need me to follow you like a mama duck, even after you're meetin' some mysterious woman.'"

Sam stopped in the middle of the room and gave Christian a death glare. "But nooo, you had to stay out longer and make all of us worry over your sorry ass!"

"Uh, who is us-"

"Not the point, Christian!" He rubbed his temples and let out a fatherly sigh. "I know you love this girl, but seein' her on a random night by a bridge? I'm just worried that you're going to get caught up in some stupid shit."

Despite only being three or so years older than him, Sam always spoke with the wisdom of a man who's lived a thousand lifetimes. He should really listen to his advice before he does end up like Darlin'.

(He can't help but think of the parallels between his situation and Darlin's. Guilt still fills his body when he thinks of them, and he's left to wonder what would happen if they had a Sam in their life to step in. Sometimes he feels unworthy for Sam's care because he doesn't deserve it. They did. But they'll never get that help because they're gone and it's no thanks to him.)

Christian sighed, letting go of his defensive guard. "Alright, I'll be more careful. But like, fuck…" He fell onto the couch in desperation. "I really like this girl, Sam. I don't want to mess it up."

"And you won't." Sam sat down to pat Christian's back. "I'm just askin' you to exercise a level of caution. I mean, last time you mentioned her, you didn't even get her name."

"..."

"You got her name this time, right Christian?"

"I'll get it tomorrow?"

"Oh my Lord, you love sick fool."

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Thank God Christian turned his back to Alexis just in time for him to not see three figures appear from the water onto the bridge. Bless his oblivious heart for missing every sign.

"Chrissy? The mysterious human man was Christian? Alexis Solaire, you are better than this." Of course Darlin' was the first one to speak. It made sense, they knew him back from when they were human, so they had the most opinion. Which is exactly why she didn't want to tell them about her little date.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He's… interesting." Interesting was code for an asshole that has caught her attention. But it wasn't her fault that they were both assholes who gravitated towards each other.

"He's interesting alright! Interesting enough to shove a knife into!" They paced up and down the bridge, the waves beneath them moving wherever they did. "Oh my lord, now I know why William made us follow you. I thought it was because he was just being a worried bitch but no! He had actual reason to worry!"

Finally she found an opening to speak her piece. "Great point, why on Earth are all three of you here? And what gave William the right to send three of his sirens to follow me?" She couldn't help but feel patronized. She was a grown woman, older than the three in front of her in both human and siren years. If there were any of them who can take care of herself, it's her.

Vincent yawned and rubbed his eyes. "None of us want to be here, so William said that if we didn't, he's going to station us in the Drake Passage to sink some ships." He shivered at the thought, and Alexis couldn't blame him. The last time she was there, her human skin matched the blue shade of her scales.

"And like, I would send an army after my daughter if I knew her man was Christian," they shuddered. She wonders if Darlin's hatred was because of an unfinished past with him, anger and resentment brewing inside her friend over how they died.

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Darlin'," Porter chuckled. She was waiting for him to pipe up with some smart comment. "He's... quite the character, certainly, but if that's what it takes to get Alexis's head out of her arse, then..." He crossed his arms and laughed at the dark glare she gave him.

Darlin' smacked the backside of his head, ignoring the faux pout on his face. "Porter there are better men to teach that lesson." They all raised their eyes at Darlin', wondering who would be a 'better lesson' for their dear princess.

Not appreciating the confused yet amused stares from their friends, Darlin' just mumbled about how she could have learned from their mistakes rather than making her own. It was fair game, but that was assuming that Darlin's 'mistakes' were their fault. They were not.

"Can we go home? Me and Lovely have reservations at a restaurant and I need to go." He yawned, a telltale sign that Vincent was tired and needed to recharge with Lovely. It was sickeningly adorable, and she was happy that he found someone to spend his eternity with.

Darlin' wasn't having any of it. "Shut up, Vincent! Some of us have actual problems like making sure our friends don't end up with mediocre men." Harsh words aside, it was clear that they didn't mean to sound rude, they were just angry over the situation.

"Well, at least this 'Christian' won't be able to kill her," Porter mused. He made a dramatic turn towards Darlin', ready to push them to their absolute limit. "That was why you came, wasn't it?"

For fuck's sakes Porter, that was low blow. Even for her.

Rightfully so, Darlin's claws and fangs appeared, eyes sharpening like a shark. "You absolute fucking asshole!" They tackled Porter back into the water, and thankfully, Porter's head hadn't floated back to the surface. Yet at least.

"Do you really like him?" Vincent asked from beside her.

She thought about it. Christian was definitely the man who's made her feel more… she didn't what he made her feel. Alexis Solaire (formerly known as Alexis Getty) didn't feel love. For as long as she could remember, the most she would feel was a strong 'like'. But love? She wasn't sure she was capable of that feeling.

But that was until William and Vincent sparked the familial love she didn't have towards her own biological family. Or how Porter and Darlin' bonded over the platonic love they all share for each other.

Maybe Christian would be the person to teach her romantic love.

"I don't know Vince, but I think we should check on Darlin' and make sure they haven't mauled Porter by now."

Vincent's demeanour perked up with realization. "Shit- We can't have them rip his arm off again!" He jumped back into the water, trying to stop the coastal line from becoming shark-infested again.

Alexis looked up at the moon. She still doesn't believe she deserves this chance of a beautiful second life. All of her mistakes and regrets always prevented her from living in the present. But with how Christian carries himself, being able to let things bounce off him, it inspires her that maybe she can do the same thing.

She smiled. She can't wait to see Christian messy with powder sugar all over his mouth.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #redacted christian #redacted alexis #i have so much for this au #my poor deity au is crying in the back ground #hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[sugarrushproductions]

Sabriel Family Headcannons

Not married, sees no real point too. They love each other, that's enough.

A few months after they begin dating, a hunt has them dealing with a shifter. Another hunter had already dealt with it, but accidentally missed something.

The shifter's kid. Not really kid, but the one that was ordered to raise it.

Dean was busy on another hunt with Cas and Jack, so Mary goes with him.

They arrive just after the hunter blows town.

Since they're there, the two decide to check things out just in case.

Sam has to check the sewers, a bit annoyed. He can never win Rock Paper Scissors with his mom.

He found some of what the shifter shed.

He also found a little girl. That was unexpected.

He takes her back the hotel room.

Mary is concerned, but doesn't want to kill her.

She's only nine after all.

She hates it when she found out silver burns her.

Sam is thankfully able to convince her to let her stay.

They can't leave her in town, so she comes back to the bunker.

Dean is surprisingly ok with keeping her around. Jack immediately takes to her as well. Big brother energy.

Jack loves showing her his powers and is mostly their go to baby sitter. Mary and him take turns.

This goes on for a good few months.

Gabriel comes to visit Sam and the crew, only to find him reading to the little girl.

At first he can't bring himself to interrupt.

He just watches. Sam doing voices, making the girl laugh.

He'd never felt more in love.

Sam happens to glance up and see him.

Gabriel blushes and looks away, like he hadn't been silently watching him read to this girl.

Sam promised to finish the book later and picks the girl up to greet Gabriel.

At first the girl is shy, burying herself into Sam's shoulder.

She lightens a small bit after they kiss. Even more when Gabriel summons candy and gives her some.

He finds out her name is Sally.

From then on he's not just visiting Sam and his nephew.

There are days he'll come the bunker to find Jack and Sally snacking on the sugary cereal Sam disapproves of.

(side note: did not plan this intentionally, but now I see them dressing as Jack and Sally for Halloween)

Gabriel can't help but laugh when Jack and Sally say simultaneously "Don't tell Sam (Sammy)"

He'll stay until Sam gets back from the current hunt.

He shows off his illusions, Sally loving every bit of it.

She even makes requests based off her books and favorite shows.

She starts calling him Gabe like Sam does.

One day she goes to Gabriel, tugs on his pant leg, and asks him to make an illusion of what a kid of him and Sam wouldn't look like.

He starts. He doesn't know what to think.

He asks why and she explains that she can't shift unless she's seen the person she's trying to copy.

Sam comes in and hears it.

Both their hearts melt at her insistence.

Gabe obliges, making a vision of her with brown hair with a golden sheen. She has his nose, Sam's eye shape and color. She's the same height and has cute little dimples.

He really loved the one she has already.

Sally leaves to go shift in her room, thanking Gabe with a hug.

Sam and Gabe embrace, surprised but overjoyed to have a daughter.

I don't know why, but I find it really cute for these two to have a shifter daughter. I just feel it's a cool parallel to destiel and Jack. What do you think?

#sabriel spn #spn #supernatural #sam x gabriel spn #Sabriel Family #sam winchester #gabriel #gabriel spn #mary spn #dean winchester #spn jack #spn sam winchester

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𝟓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: When you weren’t out fighting an enemy, you were busy chewing out Joaquin.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angsty, fluff, implied mentions of smut, mentions of the Blip/The Snap

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,793

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“So to my understanding, you just completely disregarded what I had to say about not going out and seeking out these Flag-Smashers?”

“No…” Joaquin tried playing it cool, hoping to find a way to escape your stern eyes staring him down.

“Oh yeah smartass…then where’d you get the black eye, huh? Don’t tell me nice old lady Cheryl from down the hall, gave you that?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“She’s not sweet as you may think. Woman’s got quite the right hook.” Joaquin smirked, slacking his jaw and finding all of this funny. “Stay away from her.” Joaquin pointed at you, as he leaned down to get a beer from the fridge.

“I’m not laughing Joaquin!” Any trace of you being happy was wiped away. “And that beer better be for your damn eye cause no way in hell are you drinking this conversation away!” You gestured between the both of you.

“Me? No, this is for you.” You stood there dumbfounded as he held the beer out for you. “This is for me.” He then set down the beer at the dinner table and picked up the first aid kit. He sat down and looked at you, feeling guilty. “How’d you know?” He crossed his hands together and leaned his forearms against his thighs.

You placed your hands on the chairs back and leaned forward. You blew a few strands of air out of your face before sighing. “Sam worries a lot about you ya know, which is convenient for me, especially when I don’t know where the hell you are.” You finally looked down at Joaquin. “He called me…told me to prepare for the breakdown he thought I was going to have.”

“And?” He pressed, wanting you to tell him how you were feeling.

“You lied to me again, Joaquin.” Your voice wavered.

Looks like that breakdown was coming sooner than you thought.

“All with good reason.” He nervously laughed.

“Good enough to be sleeping on the couch tonight?” You looked at him in question.

“No.” He stood up taking your hands in his. “Of course not!” He furrowed his brows in seriousness. “You know I don’t like lying to you-“

“Then why do you always do it?” You groaned.

“I don’t tell you mainly for my sake. The things I do, the people I go up against, Y/n. It’s not something I want you to be a part of or anywhere near.” He tilted his head to catch your averting eyes. “I would never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you.”

“You say it like I can’t kick your ass in under five seconds.” You scoffed. “Did you forget who taught you everything you know? You wouldn’t even be half as good as you are now, without me. It doesn’t even help the fact that you’re always looking for trouble, especially when I tell you not to, Joaquin. And it scares me.” You muttered.

“I’m just trying to make sense of these last five years that went by, especially because…” He trailed off, but you knew what he struggled to let slip past his lips.

You had been older than him at the time. Torres was merely a new recruit who had taken a liking to you, and while you found his infatuation cute, you couldn’t help but take him under your wing. You taught and helped him improve his fighting skills. Back then you outranked him. Now he out ranked you.

The blip didn’t help your relationship. It only reminded Torres of what he lost during the events of the Snap. You along with 50% of the population gone…vanished in an instant. Five years you couldn’t get back, and five years that took everything within Joaquin to get better, to get stronger. All while he thought of you. You were his motivation. And when he got you back. You hadn’t changed a bit. You were the same girl he was crushing on, still crushing on, only this time he was more confident in wanting to ask you out, even more so that you were now both the exact same age. 24.

“I know.” You nodded, letting him know that you knew what he meant. “It’s a lot for me to take in too.” You shook your head. “Five years.” You laughed. You were still in disbelief. Your emotions running wild, and the hard cold exterior wall you always put up, was still existent now. You didn’t like showcasing your emotions for everyone to see. So you did what you did best. You pushed them aside and moved along the conversation. “Anyway! Let’s see that eye of yours, huh?” You pushed off the chair and placed your hand on his chest. Shoving him back into the chair he pulled out. Joaquin let out a huff as he flopped down into the seat.

His chest rising and falling from the sudden action. You flipped opened the lid of the kit nonchalantly. Then gripped Joaquin’s jaw, maneuvering it to the side to inspect the injury he got.

“You don’t plan on attending any social gatherings anytime soon, right?” You joked, but Joaquin knew that you were also serious.

“No why?” He glanced up at you worriedly.

“No reason, but that bad boy is surely going to swell up so I’d put some ice on it.” You fiddled around with some bandages and alcohol wipes, head turned away from him as you talked.

“Does this officially get me in at the cool kids table?” He joked. “How do I look?” He squinted his eyes and did his best yet worst impression of a smolder.

“This gets you a night on the couch, and the title of “pure dumbass”. Congratulations, your initiated.” You gave him a fake smile. “And you look like you got your ass handed to you, how else would you look like?”

“You could always hand me yours?” He shrugged nonchalantly, then busted out in a fit of laughter as he blocked the hit you were trying to throw at him.

“Wanna make it two nights!” You scoffed a laugh as you tried to hit him again, but failed.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He smiled fondly trying to recover from his comment. “Can I at least get a kiss, ya know…to make my booboo feel better?” He pouted, making his eyes big.

“How about I slap you and make it hurt?” You pondered the idea.

“I can take it…” He seemed so sure of himself.

“No you can’t!” You mocked him with a laugh. “I can take it though. High tolerance for pain…I am all women after all.” You smirked gesturing to yourself.

“Is that an invitation to bed?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh look, I need this drink after all! Ha!” Your eyes grew wide in a smile. You picked up the beer popping the cap off and took a long sip.

“I’m sorry…” He suddenly blurred out as you looked at nothing in particular.

“For what?”

“Making you worry.” He shrugged. His bottom lip jutting out a bit.

“I always worry.” You played it off as if it was a normal thing for you to do.

“No, you stay up all night if I don’t check in. Which I didn’t do this time.” His eyes followed up to your own. “You don’t think I notice the signs, but I do…the bags under your eyes, the fidgeting.” He sighed. “You’re wearing my shirt for crying out loud.” You looked down and picked at the material. You straightened your back now giving him your full attention.

“I-I…” He stopped himself. Your eyes glistening.

“Say it.” You frowned gripping the back of the chair. “I just wanna hear you say it already.” Your voice cracking. “We waited this long have we not?”

Joaquin looked up at you. He sat up straighter and reached for your hand. “You knew?” His internal thoughts were going haywire.

Guess he didn’t see all the signs.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out that the young new recruit took a liking on his captain. The flirting, the slight touches when we’d train together, and the lingering looks. It was all there.” You looked down smiling at the slippers that adorned your feet. “That and the showers were not the best place to gossip out loud.” You giggled. You looked up to find him staring at you in shock.

“You knew all this whole time and let me think that I was being subtle about not trying to let my emotions show?”

“Joaquin nothing you do is subtle.” You laughed.

“Guess not.” He joined in on the laughter. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I love you. Just so we clear that up.” He put his hands out nodding.

“Well, I love you too, just so we’re clear.” You smirked down at him.

Joaquin felt great that his love for you was now put out in the air. He beamed happily, reaching for your other hand and guided you to sit on his lap. Both legs on either side of him. His hands securing you in place at the hips. You slowly relaxed your arms to rest around his neck. Playing around with the hair that sat at the nape of his neck.

“Hi.” He greeted you..

“Hi.” You bit your lip, trying not to show your excitement.

“Come here often?” He asked, he pretended to act curious.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” You nodded, playing along.

“Think I can change your mind about my sleeping arrangements?” He muttered softly leaning in ever so slightly.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You smirked.

#joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres imagines #joaquin torres oneshot #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

[ghostofskywalker]

If you're still accepting blurbs, would you be willing to write something from the universe of your "GUNSLINGER" series? with the prompt "you don't have her. she has you"

thank you so much for this prompt, i have been itching to jump back into the gunslinger universe and i really loved writing this!!

(if you're new to the series, this can totally be read as a mob!bucky and bounter hunter!reader au set in the first years post wwii)

words: 1,007

Ransom Undelivered

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There was a gruff man on the other end of the line when Bucky picked up the phone. "What do you want?" he asked. Bucky had a bit of a hangover, and he was not in the mood to be dealing with anyone right now. If he found out that this call wasn't important, there would be hell to pay. There would be even more trouble if one of the people he employed was calling to tell him that they fucked up in some way. 

"We have your precious girlfriend," was the response. Immediately, Bucky's heart dropped to the floor. Adrenaline coursed through his veins to keep his headache at bay for a few moments. He knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself in situations like these, but this was the first time he'd ever received a call with someone claiming that they had you. 

Bucky knew that the best thing to do right now was to stay cool, or he risked screwing up your plan (and he really hoped that you had one). "I don't have a girlfriend," he said, trying to keep his voice as even as he could. 

The man laughed, a sound Bucky wanted to kill him for making. "We've been watching you for a while Barnes," he said. "And we know that's a lie. You may have wanted to shield her from the life you live, but maybe then you should have thought about who you pissed off before you went and got attached to someone."

The way that this man was speaking led Bucky to believe that yes, he may have been watched by people he would not have liked, but they were definitely unaware of your identity, because someone who knew that they had the feared bounty hunter and professional assassin known as the Gunslinger in their captivity would have never referred to you as someone who wasn't part of Bucky's dangerous lifestyle. "What do you want?" 

"Five thousand dollars," the man said. "Or she dies within the next twelve hours." 

Bucky couldn't help the snort that escaped, despite the fact that he was trying not to give anything about you away. "Not happening." 

"Guess you really don't care about your girl as much as you've told her then." Silence. "I'll make sure to tell her that the big scary mafia boss doesn't care about the safety of his girlfriend. Was she just someone to fuck then?" 

"It's not that I don't care," Bucky said evenly, because now this man was making him mad, but it was no use to anger him further if your life was still at risk. "It's that you don't actually have her. She has you." 

He hung up the phone right then and there, because this conversation was over as far as he was concerned. Now, it was time to make sure you were okay. 

***

He had Steve and Sam looking all throughout the city for you, and he drove around as well, looking for any place where a kidnapper could feel safe enough to set up camp. There was a warehouse on the shore of the Hudson River that was sitting there collecting dust, and he knew that was likely the place where your kidnappers had called from. He hoped to god that they didn't injure you, or worse, because he didn't know what he would do if you weren't in his life. You had been together for less than a year, but he never wanted to return to the way things were before. 

He could hear voices from inside the warehouse as he approached the side door, gun cocked and ready to shoot if someone noticed him too early. Gunshots rang out, and his heart dropped even more. He picked up his speed, but right before he could get close to the door, it opened with a loud bang, and you came sprinting out. 

When you saw him, your face changed, and some of the anger melted away. "Bucky!" you said, running over to him. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, throwing his arms around you. There were no men chasing after you from the warehouse, so he assumed that they were all dead. Your clothes were slightly torn, there was blood on your hands, and you had a few lacerations on your face, but you looked otherwise unharmed. A worried expression crossed his face as he reached up to touch your forehead, where blood was leaking from a nasty looking scrape. "What happened?" 

"They didn't know that they had just kidnapped the wrong girl." Bucky sighed in relief. He knew better than to be seriously worried, but he honestly couldn't help it.

"Who were they?" 

A sick smile crossed your face.  "Doesn't matter now," you said, leaning in to kiss Bucky on the cheek. "They're all lying dead on the warehouse floor, minus their hands that is." 

"I'm guessing that's why you're covered in blood then?" 

"Exactly. People need to know not to trifle with The Gunslinger, and not to ever touch a woman without her permission." 

Bucky saw red at the latter part of your comment, but took a deep breath. There was no use going back in there and wasting a lesson on a few dead men, as much as he wanted to make them pay for what they did to his girl. But you had clearly caused them trouble enough, and right now the most important thing was to get you back home safe. 

He made a mental note to strengthen his security and have Steve and Sam keep on the lookout for potential threats, because there was no way in hell this would happen again, not if he had anything to do about it. "Come on," he said, gently taking your arm and helping you walk towards his car. "Let's go home and get you cleaned up, okay?" 

You nodded, closing your eyes the moment Bucky pulled away from the warehouse. It had been a long day, and you were more than ready for it to be over.

- the end -

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[danganronpafan777]

*makes u read danganmon*

Alright, Anon! Just read the prologue (I’m probably not going to write x reader for this fangan, and even if I do, I’m gonna have to finish my current DRA and SDRA2 requests first)

As a heads up: I know little to nothing about Pokémon. I’m basically this guy:

So yeah, here’s my opinions so far based on just the prologue:

Kami’s design is cute. Her character feels kinda bland, but good

Zoro seems really cool! I like him so far, and his talent shows a lot of blackened potential ngl

Mari seems sweet! Ultimate Sheep herder is a new one lol

Kami: “Ah, that’s where you help sheep to their pens, right?”

Mari: “You don’t say-“  

(I lowkey wish she said that)

Juno sleepy boi-

“Ultimate Wish Granter” 

My honest reaction: :0

I want to give him head pats

Roxanne (I can’t be the only one who heard the song-) 

Her design is really cool, and idk I just really like her. Not sure what the pipe on her back is though 

(ITS A SYRINGE?!)

Okay, but she might be one of my favorites, I like her sense of humor and how she cares for Juno. I wanna say just like me fr, but there’s still the chance she might turn out to be psychotic

Lillie looks like a jellyfish, and Stella reminds me of that one girl from Yttd 

Stella’s cupcake swirl hair is so goofy I love it, but some of her sprites remind me of Celeste. I have a feeling she’s gonna die in chapter 2 or be a victim in 3, and/or turn out to be psychotic

Ultimate human subject?? Reminds me of like Mikan mixed with Kanata. Hope she doesn’t die, but she gives off first victim energy or ch3 killer

Amnesia gang ✨

Cyrus seems like a cool dude. He’s kinda like Kokoro but more expressive

I already love Flidgey, and you can’t tell me they aren’t the child of Satsuki and Haruhiko 

Reminds me so much of Kaito’s personality with Kokichi’s jokes

Fry’s hair is simple, but it just stands out to me. Maya got a cool design, but I’m kinda neutral about her. Don’t feel like I really know either of their characters enough for a solid opinion

Cyrillo’s design is easily one of the best, but I had no idea what his talent means

Wimessir is a lot like Akane, and the two of them kinda give mastermind energy 

Idk why they’re singing and dancing, but their designs are top tier

I was thinking of a surfer dude joke, but Sam is actually the Ultimate Surfer-

Looks like we found the game’s Yasuhiro /pos

(Or twist mastermind-)

Faust is kinda like Taka mixed with Teruya. (Love both of them) His face reminds me of Murder Drones. Hope he survives cuz I really like him so far

Apollo: “I have the power of the sun and anime on my side!”

Pyromancer boi seems like the antagonist, and I’m here for it

Is he flirting with Zoro??

I like his banter with Sapphire, whose design is also amazing. She reminds me of Kirumi in terms of personality and being passionate about her talent

WHY DOES CENTURY LOOK JUST LIKE THE BLUE BADGER FROM ACE ATTOURNEY?? 

Undersea lamplighter makes me think he just chills underwater while ppl use his light to look around lmao

He feels like that one guy who never knows what’s going on

Monoloin??? Of all names 😭

The design is really pretty tho and I’m all for her mastermind personality

Overall: Roxanne, Faust, Apollo, and Flidgey are my current faves

#danganmon #i really don’t wanna tag all the characters 😭 #Pretty good so far tho #Please don’t spoil

[maximumkillshot]

By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min.  Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)   Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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Before:

As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.” 

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice. 

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later 

Dean POV:

 Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two. 

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea. 

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice. 

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Storm of Swords: Steel and Snow - 00 PROLOGUE (Pages 01-17)

Displeased with their situation, some of the Brothers of the Night's Watch plot desertion and mutiny, but their plans are disrupted when the snows arrive, and with them, something Other in the dark of night.

-

... Do not care for this Chett fellow, I remember he was rather unpleasant back in one of Jon's chapters. He struck me as a bit entitled but not nearly as clever as he thought himself to be. A "you said 'bare minimum requirement' so that's what I did, the full 'bare minimum requirement.'" type

"Mormont will be dead before daybreak, remember? Who cares what he likes?" Small Paul blinked his black little eyes. Maybe he had forgotten, Chett thought; he was stupid enough to forget most anything. "Why do we have to kill the Old Bear? Why don't we just go off and let him be?"

Ah. Damn. We've reached the mutiny already. Well, at least I have the consolation that Chett seems to be the prologue POV, and thus far we're 2-for-2 in the prologue POV characters biting the big one.

...now that I've said it he's not going to die, is he? :(

"- and Ser Piggy for the ravens. -"

... !!!! STAY AWAY FROM SAM YOU ASSBUTTS!! Also don't call him that, you fatphobic piece of trash.

Gosh, but they are just DTM (Down To Massacre) their own brothers and colleagues. They clearly skipped the lunch line the day they handed out the character-growth kits.

... So the Watch can see the wildlings and all their equipment, but there's still that disconnect for them, they haven't quiet realised that this isn't an invasion, it's an evacuation.

(Also I have a strong desire to know about their agricultural practices, if they have them, what exactly are the free folk's dietary trends? How much snow is there on the ground north of the Wall? Do they get any kind of summer-like weather? are there any crop plants (other than pine trees) or is it all meats and meat products?)

Just as an aside, every time I see Thoren Smallwood's name, my brain skips over to the Hobbit fandom, and I think "insufficiently Majestic and lacking in Swagger, you do not deserve the name Thoren, you are no Oakenshield."

Chett is now found guilty of murdering a girl who didn't want to have sex with him, plotting mutiny, being an asshat in general, and animal abuse.

*smacks him with the steel chair into a crevasse* sit with yourself and reflect. or perish. actually, maybe perish anyway?

"We'll never find that one, and I'll be blamed," announced Edd Tollett, the dour grey-haired squire everyone called Dolorous Edd. "Nothing ever goes missing that they don't look at me, ever since I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expect?"

HA! oh Edd, I adore you. wait... Edd has a last name? huh. cool beans.

Aww, Grenn being supportive of Sam's efforts. That's good friending Grenn. Keep going Sam, you're doing great! (Archery is hard, and it requires far more arm strength and stability than people think. And that's just assuming you're using the correct draw hand for your eye. I myself am left eye dominant, which means I need to draw the string with my left arm... or I used to, before my shoulder got a little messed up. It's mostly fine, just a little chronic pressure build up that makes it very hard to do archery now.)

YES! Sam hit the target!!!! YAY!!!! 🎉

...Stop ruining the moment, Chett!

"You hit a tree," Chett said. "Let's see how you shoot when it's Mance rayder's lads. They won't stand there with their arms out and their leaves rustling, oh no. They'll come right at you, screaming in your face, and i bet you'll piss those breeches. One o' them will plant his axe right between those little pig eyes. The last thing you'll hear will be the thunk it makes when it bites into your skull." The fat boy was shaking. Dolorous Edd put a hand on his shoulder. "Brother," he said solemnly, "just because it happened that way for you doesn't mean Samwell will suffer the same." "What are you talking about Tollett?" "The axe that split your skull. Is it true that half your wits leaked out on the ground and your dogs ate them?"

eheheh. Have I mentioned I adore Edd? (also, ngl, for the first bit, I thought Edd was accusing Chett of pissing himself the first time he faced true combat.)

Dywen clacked his wooden teeth. "No wolves neither. There was before, but no more. Where'd they go, you figure?" "Someplace warm," said Chett.

*squints* I have the strangest sense Jon Snow in the show said basically that same line. "Where will you go?" / "Somewhere warm." It's only tangentially funny because he also is a wolf.

... It's kind of fascinating, how Chett and his ilk cast Sam so readily as the craven, which to be fair, even Sam casts himself that way, but then we look at what's happening here, with Chett and the desertion crew, and they themselves are committing a craven act.

Like yes, we all know the Night's Watch is technically like 90+% a militarized penal colony at this point and not a volunteer monk army, and it is understandable to want to run away from that when your own heinous actions gave you two choices "die now or live in isolation on the frostiest of walls" only to discover the second option was actually just "die later while cold," but desertion and mutiny in the face of uncomfy conditions and war is an act that Chett would absolutely call craven, if he weren't the one doing it.

Snow caked his beard all around his mouth. Where did that come from, with Bessa?

.... ohhh... Chett's mental train is running kinda sluggish... brain lag in the clod snow, now where have we heard that before? *squints in Suss AF*

NO! Stay away from Sam!

Yes! Good job who ever blew the horn! Exc-elent... tiiiming oh no. horn means stuff.

"Three," he squeaked to Chett, "that was three, I heard three. They never blow three. Not for hundred and thousands of years. Three means-" "-Others." Chett made a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and suddenly his small clothes were wet, and he could feel piss running down his leg, see steam rising off the front of his breeches.

well. shit. that's not good.

neither is Chett surviving the prologue. :( but hey, at least his accusations of Sam wetting himself in fear came back to bite him in the ass. or, well, frostbite in the somewhere when the pee gets cold.

It's been so long since I've seen the relevant part of the show, I feel like this timeline is different from the show? I'm pretty sure the mutiny happened before the Others got near the remaining members of the Watch, but also i feel like the group was smaller and the party split? Meh, I'll rewatch it at some point, probably.

#a storm of swords #steel and snow #a song of ice and fire #a chapter a day reading #asos #asoiaf

[nico-di-genova]

Today i offer this unfinished snippet of a fic, because my brain has decided to give up on me. 

Before Quorra, Sam was never much of a morning person.

  He was more the drive around aimlessly until 3am and then crash until noon sort. The type to pull himself groggily out of bed when the sun was already starting its descent, and afternoon shadows were creeping their way up the walls of his home. Sam had always felt closer to the stars than the sun. There was familiarity in the spattering of those silver dots across the black velvet sky.

Quorra, she was built for the sunlight. The way it caught in the bright blue of her eyes, haloed around the sharp cut of her hair, gave her skin a golden glow that had been noticeably absent in the hollowness of the grid. She thrived in it. And so Sam found, that by association, he had been made into the sort who woke up to watch the sunrise too.

The three of them – he, Quorra, and a hyperactive Marvin – would make their way to the park close by Sam’s house, lay out an old Tron blanket of Sam’s, and settle in to wait for those first rays of golden-pink to light up the horizon. Three months they’d been doing this, at least once a week, enough that Sam was now familiar with the feel of crisp dew dampening his clothes. He had memorized the sticky feeling of early morning humidity against his skin and the earthy scent of the grass they lay out on. He knew the warmth of Quorra beside him, and the heavy heat of Marv’s breath against his cheek when the dog tired himself out from running circles around the park and came to pant directly in Sam’s face.

It was all starting to feel like home – comforting and safe in a way that he hadn’t had since he was a kid. It felt like skipping stones with his dad, fixing up the newest vintage car with his grandpa, bedtime stories with his grandma, or the fading memory of his mother’s arms around him. Sam clung to these mornings and feared losing them all at the same time. Because if there’s one thing he’d been taught in his life, it’s that nothing lasts forever.

“What are you thinking?” Quorra asks one of these mornings, when Sam’s found himself staring up at the hazy purple sky with unseeing eyes. He feels her shift beside him, her elbow bumping against his jacket clad arm casually. Sam blinks, breathes, and then shrugs, “Nothing.”

He was thinking that he could feel the coolness of fall creeping into the air, the change of a season. How it was a stranger in this familiar routine.

“Sam,” Quorra says, and Sam can hear the doubt in her voice. Beside Alan (and maybe Marv), she may be the one person who knows him best. Their bond came on fast, and Sam still finds himself frightened by how quickly he had let her into his life. This strange girl pulled directly from the virtual world his father had built.

“It’s cold,” Sam says, and then shrugs again.

They’ve been here long enough that the dew has soaked through the blanket they’re lying on and started working its way through the thin fabric of Sam’s jacket. He knows his shirt will be sticking to his back later in the way he hates. Quorra stares at him for a minute, another question forming on her lip, before she decides against it and turns to look back at the approaching sunrise. Sam has found that she’s not unlike a sunflower, something that naturally turns itself toward the light, who needs it to survive. How Quorra had ever thrived on the grid, Sam wasn’t sure. It was here she belonged. Maybe even more than Sam, who couldn’t quite seem to get his footing in this world.

Taking back ENCOM had been the easy part, it was learning how to actually run the company that he was struggling with. His business experience was limited to the few times he’d come to the office with his dad – back when he was six and had to be entertained with a coloring book his dad’s secretary kept at the office for him. Then there had been his two semesters at Caltech, where Sam’s classes had only consisted of entry level coding courses and meaningless electives. Sam had dropped out after a year, finding he lacked the ability to stay seated and focused in a class that was teaching things he’d taught himself at thirteen. Now, he’d taken back one of the largest computer tech companies in the world and was leading it with little more than hopes and dreams.

To Sam, it seemed simple. All their tech should be widely accessible, free, something meant for the masses. To the board that had a hand in approving his decisions, free meant bankruptcy. They didn’t like Sam very much and approved of his choices even less. Which, Sam supposed, made him more like his father than he’d originally thought – a successful legacy.  

#i'm working on something longer now #but I didn't want this to go to waste #sam flynn #quorra #tron #tronblr #tron legacy #my fic

[themerrypanda]

Reposting once more. This one was based off the prompt: “A character’s guilty pleasure or favorite way to unwind or relax.”

Title: Nothing Ever Happened

Word Count: 1,061

Summary: Haley enjoys the evening alone... until she realizes just how much her neighbors can see and hear.

Haley grinned excitedly to herself after her sister left for work.

As much fun as it was to go out and take photographs of nature and talk with Alex as she had earlier that day, secretly she greatly enjoyed the time alone at home. Today was one of those rare days where Haley actually enjoyed the healthy dinner Emily prepared earlier that day, so after she ate, she carried her radio to the kitchen, turned up the music, and made a small melon cake, just the right size for her and her alone.

Now the typical playlist she would use when she went out in public consisted of the usual modern boy bands and strong independent women, the stuff people barely tolerated and would think “ah, typical Haley” when they heard it. Like they expected someone with her personality to enjoy the style of music. While enjoyable regardless of their opinion, this playlist, however, was filled exclusively with the stuff she wouldn’t be caught dead enjoying in public, from cheesy 80s power ballads to Disney songs.

She placed her pink cake in the oven and set the timer. She paced into her bedroom, carrying her radio with her, and began to dance. Now keep in mind this isn’t her usual inspired-by-a-cheerleading-routine style of dancing. No; this was her freestyling just like any other stereotypical white girl. She even lip synced as she danced. Yoba forbid her sister knows that she dances like this.

But it wasn’t Emily that caught her tonight. This was so much worse.

Haley opened her eyes, and found her neighbor Sam staring back at her from his room next door. She shrieked and tripped on her way to her window. Without giving him a second look, she forced the curtains shut and turned off her radio.

Idiot! She thought. Why didn’t you make sure your window was shut first? Haley felt as if she would die of shame. She almost didn’t catch that the oven timer beeped. Thankfully she went to the kitchen and saved the cake before it was too late.

As it cooled on the table, Haley pondered if she could bribe Sam to keep silent about the incident. But as far as she knew, the punk knew no shame. He led the town in community hours, not by accident. It seemed that he weighed the punishment of getting caught against doing what he wanted to do, and decided that the price was worth paying. What could she possibly offer to persuade him not expose her silly song choices?

Then as her thoughts quieted just a little, she heard a guitar playing faintly. It took a bit for her to recognize the tune: the very song she was dancing to when she made eye contact with Sam.

Oh Yoba. Sam’s playing her guilty pleasure song for the whole town to hear. Haley wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. She saved up enough money to go live in the city now, right?

She glanced at the cake at the table, and knew it was her best chance. She transferred it onto an expendable paper plate, then followed the sound of guitar back to her window.

Slowly, she partially opened the curtain, and saw Sam sitting in his open window as he played the cursed melody. Haley could never listen to it again. Not while Sam knew she enjoyed it. Then she pulled the curtain open. The punk next door seemed surprised to see her again.

Haley gestured for him to walk over, and Sam set down his guitar before closing the gap between them and reaching her window. Regretfully, she passed the pink cake to him.

“Is this for my amazing arrangement of the song? Very well, I accept!”

“No, you idiot! I’m bribing you.”

“Bribing me?”

“You saw and heard nothing from me tonight!” She hissed. “Play anything else but that song. Please! You must have any other song you can practice.”

Sam shrugged. “Okay.”

He walked back to his house, cake in tow, and climbed through the window into his room. Then he started playing another song.

But it was another song from her shameful playlist.

NO!!

He would never let her live it down, would he?

As Haley despaired, she watched as another person walked into his room. It was his mom, Jodi. She smiled brightly as she entered his bedroom.

“I didn’t know you knew how to play this song!” Haley could hear her exclaim. Then she began to dance along, even more clumsily and cringey than Haley had.

“Mom!” Sam stopped strumming his guitar and tried to hush his mother. His cheeks flushed into a prominent shade of red. He was so obviously embarrassed. Haley thought this was too good to be true. Sam continued to hush her and tell her he was going to bed now, even while Jodi was performing the sprinkler without any music.

Finally, she gave up the dancing and bade her son good night as she left the room. Sam leaned his back against his shut bedroom door and combed a hand through his hair in relief. Then he remembered her. The mischievous grin and smiling eyes he wore not too long ago vanished, and a frown matched with the dread in his wide eyes took its place.

Haley tried to keep her face as neutral, void of emotion, as possible as she waited to see what Sam would do next.

He reached for his cell phone, and typed into it. A second later, Haley’s phone beeped. She checked its messages. There was one new one.

Nothing ever happened.  – Sam

Haley smiled cheekily as she replied: That cake on your desk says otherwise.

With a frown on his face, Sam picked up the pink cake, carefully climbed out his window, and placed it on her windowsill.

“Nothing ever happened.” She repeated.

Sam nodded in agreement and returned to his room empty handed. Both shut their windows: blinds, curtains, and all.

Haley received one more message that night, from a different cell phone number: Could you teach me how to make that pink cake before Vincent’s birthday next week?  – Jodi

Haley sighed deeply. It was a price she was more willing to pay for their silence. She took a bite of her own delicious cake, rightfully returned to her, and texted back: Sure thing.

#stardew valley #stardew valley haley #haley stardew valley #stardew haley #haley sdv #sdv haley #stardew valley sam #sam stardew valley #stardew sam #sam sdv #sdv sam #stardew valley jodi #jodi stardew valley #stardew jodi #sdv jodi

[owenthetokencishet]

I'm bored. Time to do my extremely Marvel fatigued takes on every MCU... Thing.

-Iron Man: Holy shit it's a movie! It's actually a movie!

-Captain America: The First Avenger: ROCK SOLID. Shoutout to Agent Carter for being cool enough for her own spinoff series

-Thor: there is nothing remotely Norse looking about any of this

-Iron Man 2: -10 points for Elon Musk, whole thing is freakishly libertarian, but I like Justin Hammer as a villain

-The Avengers: Look, you can hate on Joss Whedon all you like and probably be correct, but this was the gold standard of superhero movies for a good while and with good reason.

-Iron Man 3: Character development??? In MY bloated superhero movie franchise????

Captain America: The Winter Soldier: trying to be deeper than it is when really it's just Steve fighting hydra again

Thor: The Dark World: well, that sure was a movie.

Guardians of the Galaxy: James Gunn's skill with the needle drop rivals Quentin Tarantino. Not just in this film but in all of his actually

Avengers: Age of Ultron: oh god why is the ROBOT quipping please make the robot stop quipping. Oh look Quicksilver's dead.

Ant-Man: this would be really good if it was directed by a director instead of two million overworked VFX artists

Captain America: Civil War: Hey, y'know that actually fairly interesting character conflict we brought up about government regulation of superheroes? What if we pretended it never happened by act 3 and then completely ignored it for the rest of forever?

Was there another movie here or did I make that up?

Doctor Strange: I love it when rich assholes meet poetic justice and the costume design on this film was unmatched. Although I still think it should have been directed by Lana Wachowski with Michelle Yeoh playing the ancient one but that's just me

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2: teaching your dipshit male protagonist that toxic masculinity isn't something to strive for and showing him how to be better? FUCK YEAH. Also found family in a shitty spaceship my beloved 💖

Spider-Man: Homecoming: this is the closest the MCU has come to an accurate portrayal of Peter Parker, it's only downhill from here. Wait, why is Ganke here?

Thor Ragnarok: It's all the humour of a Taika Waititi movie with none of the compassion. Man's gone on record to say he only makes Thor movies for the money so if this is the price we pay for Jojo Rabbit, Reservation Dogs, and Our Flag Means Death, I'm okay with that.

Black Panther: hey maybe having your villain and only your villain saying racism is bad isn't such a good idea

Avengers: Infinity War: HE CAST TOO BIG FOR HE GOTDAMN MOVIE. Time to strip all these characters down to their barest bones because we don't have the time to do anything more nuanced!

Ant-Man and the Wasp: My Favorite versions of these characters will always be from the 2010 animated series and these ones just don't compare

Captain Marvel: we made a feminist girl power movie! What's particularly feminist about it? Carol gets catcalled exactly once and that's about it!

Avengers Endgame: is it over? No? Oh no.

Spider-Man: Far From Home: Peter Parker is not the "next" Iron Man, he's Spider-Man. Just let him be Spider-Man. Also seriously this is the wrong spidered man for Ganke why is he here

WandaVision: I am completely ambivalent about WandaVision

FATWS: are we supposed to believe that Sam and Bucky are friends? Also didn't fans give Wyatt Russell the 'non white male actor in a star wars movie' treatment for some reason?

Black Widow: 😐

Loki: Started strong and wandered off into the wild blue yonder of selfcest

What if: HEY WHAT IF...? YOU PAID FOR SOME DECENT ANIMATORS INSTEAD OF WHATEVER NERDS WITH BLENDER YOU CAN UNDERPAY AND WORK TO DEATH YOU MULTIBILLION DOLLAR CHEAPSKATES

Shang-Chi And The Legend of the Ten Rings: A post-endgame Marvel Movie that ISN'T hot garbage!

Eternals: couldn't be arsed

Hawkeye: Just different enough from My Life As A Weapon to avoid giving credit to Matt Fraction and David Aja

Spider-Man: No Way Home: Lots of things have been adapted into movies over the years: classic novels, comics, TV shows, plays, even video games! This however, is the first time a comic-con panel has been adapted into a movie. Also, no Spider-Man anywhere ever would EVER say "I just want to kill you myself" get a grip. I think I've now made my point about stealing Miles' best friend and giving him to Peter

Moon Knight: that's not an exciting Easter egg, that's an essential part of the character that you completely cut out and grafted on to the end

Multiverse of Madness: Nothing nowhere all at once. Themes? Character development??? PLOT??? Are you INSANE???? A good movie is one that's nothing but cameos and references to OTHER, BETTER MOVIES!

Ms. Marvel: Y'know, Kamala being a shape-shifter was kind of important because, comedic irony, top text learns she doesn't need to change for others, bottom text is a shape-shifter, you know how it is

Thor: Love and Thunder: haven't seen it, don't really want to

She-Hulk: Attorney at law: please just... Stop.

Comics are very good though! Read some comics!

[bosses-stay-flawless]

On the go all week, but never too busy to honor my ancestors😍 I’m very dedicated to honoring them every chance I can get.

This week my great uncle Sam has been on my heart & mind he was a very old man when I was still a young girl, he was as Irish as you could get, mixed with some Norwegian on other Scandinavian ancestry, he had the bluest eyes I’ve even seen on another human being. When the light hit his eyes it was like a light blue sea of shimmering magic.

He danced the best “Irish jig” I every seen and my earliest memory of him is making flutes from tree branches and then playing them for my cousins and I. He played the flute better than Pan. (not Peter) 😜

As the cool fall air is filtering in so do the memories, I remember my great- uncles spiritual relationship to the world around him and the way he expressed it. It was in his song and in his dance & the things he taught us.

I remember he tried to teach me a few Irish traditional dances I told him “ I’m not as Irish as you are” (my heritage is very diverse, even without knowledge from the DNA tests) He laughed his usual hearty laugh, a little is more than enough. 😎

I am more musically inclined so I learned the flute faster, though certain things in my DNA are in smaller percentages I celebrate everything that’s makes me who I am. I can proudly say that there are nations and ancient civilizations in my DNA. #italian #cuban #egyptian #peruvian #african #irish #japenese #tomanytoname

Everyday I challenge myself, I want to show love honor and respect to those who came before me as they are always at the heart of who I am. I went for a walk, found fallen tree branches in the yard, decided to whittle & carve my own flute just like my great- uncle used to. I m not sure if I remember all the instructions but imma see who that goes. 🍂🍁🍃🍂🍁🍃🍂🍁🍃🍂🍁🍃

[jimmycarterghostland]

The thing I loved the most about the Lorien Legacies series: The entertainment it provided. No matter what, these books were never boring. Sure, it had a bunch of flaws, but I was addicted to the LL series. I definitely don't like them as much as I did before, and I criticize them a lot. But they were so unique, had great heartwarming moments, an alien war, etc.

The thing I hated the most: Six and Marina letting their Mogadorian enemy Phiri Dun-ra live. Twice in two different books! They even refused to torture her. I will never understand that one. She was a sadistic, evil Mog, too. It makes no sense for them to have so much sympathy for her, especially when Six is supposed to be a Mog-hating ruthless warrior. And Marina is supposed to be in angry mode. Them not killing Phiri even got Dust killed! There are a lot of out of character moments that ended up being in the later books, actually. Like Nine being okay with Adam, even though Nine despises Mogs more than any other character. That was weird.

My favorite character: Five. I'm still annoyed that he wasn't the blonde girl everyone believed Five would be before The Fall of Five came out. I was disappointed when I found out he was a guy, especially considering Adam's first novella mentioned a second blonde girl who wasn't One. Five was supposed to be a girl. He was an interesting, tough character, though. I loved him.

My favorite Lorien Legacies book: The Power of Six. It had the perfect balance of action and "quiet" scenes. Plus, Crayton was awesome in this novel(and still alive). Olivia the Chimera was a cool, Mogadorian-killing beast. And the fights in this book were so great. Especially John and Sam fighting in the Mogadorian mountain base, and the fight in Spain. Nine, Crayton, and Ella were great additions to this series. I think The Rise of Nine was objectively the best book in the series, though. I just prefer The Power of Six more.

My least favorite Lorien Legacies book: I Am Number Four. It's not as good as the books that came after it.

Why you should read the series: It uses the Found Family trope well. You can tell the characters love each other as if they were family. There are great, unique fights. The plot is unique as well.

Why you shouldn't read the series: Many plot holes, inconsistencies, out of character moments, and some plot twists that should have been foreshadowed earlier but didn't get foreshadowed early enough. Another issue is that all the characters sound the same in their introspection. As in, this is a multiple POV book series, and every character uses the same vocabulary and has the same personality in their inner monologues. You don't get a good feel of how the narrators view things, unlike the A Song of Ice and Fire series, which has characters with unique voices, narrators who are distinct from other narrators in the series, with their own personalities and vocabulary. Also, the plot twists in these books are so freaking obvious. Some of them aren't foreshadowed early enough, though, and actually don't make sense. Like Henri saying in his letter that there was a Number Ten, referring to Ella, but in later books, Ella is revealed to not be a Number at all. This irritated me. You can tell the authors added this plot twist in without realizing that would screw up the established facts in the series. That happens a lot in these LL books. Also, the prose is bland and there are no amazing dialogue lines or any non-dialogue lines in this series. Nothing that might make you go "Wow, that's deep."

My rating: Two out of five stars. The books are entertaining. Unfortunately, they don't age well. They're badly written. The numerous inconsistencies are irritating and make it impossible to predict plot twists, because so much gets retconned(like the brown-haired Five being a guy when all signs pointed to him being a blonde girl). There is no beauty or deepness found in the prose. All the different narrators sound alike. Like, if all the narrators' names were removed from the pages, you wouldn't be able to find out which character is narrating the chapter, because their mindsets and vocabulary are all the same. There is no distinct character voice. If you want to know what I mean by that, I'll give an example. Picture a novel with two different narrators. An old man and a five-year-old boy. A good writer would make the 5yo use simpler words in his narration. Like mentioning a building he's walking past as "big" instead of "huge". Or maybe he sees dogs mating and thinks they're wrestling, while the old man narrator would know the dogs are mating, and maybe he refers to the building as "huge" instead of big. Stuff like that is what I mean by distinct character voice. The Lorien Legacies series doesn't have that. All the narrators have the same lexicon in their prose. Same vocabulary. And they view the world in the same way the other narrators do, which is a problem when you're writing a multiple point of view novel. I don't recommend anyone reads the Lorien Legacies series.

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 189

I’m No Angel

“I’m No Angel”

Plot Description: After Ezekiel tells Dean a group of angels is hunting Castiel, he and Sam Race to find their friend before the vengeful angels do

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I…am not a priest. So, I’m good

Omggggg Cas is going by Clarence right nowwwwww 🥺 like Meg used to call him.

Just because Zeke is useful doesn’t make him trustworthy. How long will it take to heal Sam???

Evangelical preachers will find any justification for horrific shit. This girl wanted to be a vessel, got possessed and then EXPLODED, and this dude was like “like a lamb for sacrifice?” when he was told not not all who are willing are fit for vesselhood…and the angel was just like “yeah…sure.”

Cas is getting very existential and he needs SO much help being human. Man, he doesn’t know that he’s not supposed to count LITERAL sheep

Ruh roh, the angels know he’s human now

Dean…you’ve never seen it’s a wonderful life?? Or have enough cultural osmosis to know that Meg called Cas Clarence because of that?? YOU???

Bartholomew is one of the least impressive looking antagonists yet. He is the definition of just some guy. There is nothing interesting about bout him. Sorry to the actor

Misha’s eyes are perfect for crying and looking so hurt and sad…it’s just crisis of faith after crisis of faith for Castiel

Cool. Like Winchester is a super rare last name. Like Sam and Dean aren’t always trying to shield themselves from the angels…….oh. But the bounty hunter found them anyway. Sure.

God…if Castiel thought he at all understood the human experience before, he’s getting a HELL of a crash course now

This woman is far too kind. Like, I’m glad she’s helping out Castiel, but this would not be safe, girl

They’re HUNTERS, you think they didn’t notice you trailing them??

This is literally the shit of fanfics…she took him in, bandaged his wounds, he cagily told her some things about his past and how he’s alone. “You’re not alone tonight” and then kissing??? I take it back, fanfic writers do it better

CASTIEL FUCKED?!?!

Yeah. He keeps…trusting the wrong people

SHE STABBED HIM IN THE GUT?!?! The way so many guts are getting rearranged in differing ways

That’s not Sam you’re talking to…Zeke took over and is healing Cas…good lord. Dean’s got too many people to take care of. He’s gonna drop the ball on this at some point.

Yeah, we know you lie Dean. You’ve been doing it all season…and you’ve done so many many times this series

“Did you have protection?” “….I had my angel blade”

Dean’s such a funny mix of proud and jealous

GODDDDDDD that hurts. I know it always comes down to Sam and Dean. ALWAYS. But having to watch Cas, who’s been on the run, who is so new at being human, who got STABBED, who just caught his first real break since the angels were expelled from heaven…having to watch him be told he can’t stay HURTS.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[motownfiction]

island

Sometimes, when Emma leaves her iPod on the kitchen table, Will doesn’t return it right away. He likes to listen to her favorite songs instead.

He’s not trying to snoop. He’s not trying to be invasive. If anyone knows how personal and guarded one’s music taste is, it’s him. When his mother caught him listening to MC5 for the first time, he was humiliated. But it’s just not like that with either Emma or Elenore. Musically, they’ve always been pretty open, even when Will and Lucy hated what they had to share. He could barely stand Elenore’s brief infatuation with “Walkin’ on the Sun,” and when Emma played him a song called “So Contagious” last fall, he questioned whether he’d done enough good rock ‘n’ roll time with her.

But Will never said a word. He never wants the girls to feel bad about anything they like, especially music. Sam would be disappointed if he found out anyone was judging anyone’s taste in music. He’d be particularly mad if they were judging a teenager.

Every teenager has a right to discover bullshit, he said once, after Elenore got caught knowing the words to “I Want a New Drug.” It’s a rite of passage. You think I was into The Lemon Pipers because they were good? No, I was into The Lemon Pipers because I was thirteen. The second I turned fourteen, boom. No more Lemon Pipers. I’d moved on from that jelly jungle of orange marmalade. Straight to tangerine dreams and marmalade skies. No, I don’t know who was copying whom. You’d gotta think The Lemon Pipers were ripping from John. You know, Will? You know?

Will smiles. He wonders what Sam would think about him giving Emma’s iPod a listen. He’d probably act like he was against it, but in the end, he’d be curious about her favorite songs, too. In a way, this is a favor to Sam. He never got to see Emma develop her own taste in music. Now that she’s fourteen, Will thinks he owes it to Sam to find out.

He picks up the iPod and notices she paused in the middle of a Weezer song. “Island in the Sun.” Will smiles a little more and pops the earbuds in. He’s always liked this song. It’s mellow. Cool. The kind of song he would have loved to listen to with Sam in the backyard on the Fourth of July while they ate hot dogs and laughed about how old they’d allowed themselves to get.

But the song doesn’t make Will sad.

It makes him happy.

Happy that Emma would choose a song that Sam would have liked so much.

Happy that Emma loves music, too.

Happy that he gets to be alive to hear his girls’ favorite songs.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: will o'connor #ch: sam doyle #ch: emma o'connor #year: 2009