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asamiontop · 1 year

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The mark of an excellent engineer is predicting the unpredictable. Anticipating how a user might misuse or abuse a product before they’ve ever laid eyes on it. Preempt the mistakes and the fringe use cases and design them into insignificance with failsafes and redundancies.

Lena is, by all accounts and conferred degrees, an excellent engineer. She designed the anti-kryptonite suit to withstand, well, everything. It’s built to handle abuse ranging from unplanned space flight to close contact with a nuclear warhead.

Most engineers don’t exactly take into account how their product might inadvertently abuse them, however. And in that respect, Lena is no better than the rest.

She watches Supergirl peel off that technically perfect helmet, not a splash of sickly green on her golden skin, and Lena expects to feel triumphant. Proud. Accomplished.

Instead, she feels affronted. There’s no other way to describe the physically oppressive tightening in her chest when the hero shakes out her hay-colored hair, helmet in hand. The headpiece comes off, gorgeously windswept curls tumble out of it, and Lena gapes as her last remaining brain cell goes up in smoke.

It’s like a goddamned motion picture. Down to the way Lena’s jaw hinges open, slack and completely outside of her control. Blonde waves cascade over the armor Lena hand-built for those broad shoulders and all her insides collectively squeeze. A wayward strand catches on a passing breeze and alights on a delicately flushed cheek, framing Supergirl’s handsome jaw. Lena huffs—at this point it’s just offensive.

She’s bordering on furious with herself for not considering the obvious danger in her design (irritatingly perfect hair, an ill-advised sapphic crush, and a glorified motorcycle helmet do not a productive match make). Unintentional harm or distraction to anyone—wearer or not—is simply an unacceptable failure mode in battle. Of course her irritation isn’t enough to keep her from raking her eyes appreciatively over everything that her suit emphasizes on National City’s beloved Kryptonian.

Lena’s debating alternative head coverings in her mind—throat still dry, eyes still roving, fingertips still itching to learn how soft those golden waves truly are—when Supergirl glances her way. She smiles and it’s like the sun catches on all of her at once. Light glints off her suit (Lena’s suit, that she made for her), illuminates her hair, dances in her smile and suddenly Lena understands why people worship her as a god.

The super is radiant as she walks over. “Lena,” she breathes, tucking the helmet under one arm. Lena’s sheer disgust with this entire cliché is the only thing that keeps her from moaning outright at the way her name sounds from that mouth. “You saved me.” Supergirl’s blonde head ducks bashfully and—oh, she gets to be cute now too? How dare she. A chuckle rumbles through the crest that Lena placed on her chest. “Again. You saved me again.”

Crystal eyes lock on hers and Lena’s awareness of anything outside those deep, searching blue flees her entirely. Struck dumb, Lena holds Supergirl’s gaze, chin lifted, until the hero finds whatever she’s looking for.

An irresponsibly cocky smirk curls at the corner of Supergirl’s mouth. It pushes her a step closer and the proximity shoots a wave of instability through Lena’s knees.

“Is there any way I can repay you?” The super says, voice low. Lena wonders briefly if she’s been transported to the set of a low-budget porno. As if on cue, her brain fires off three filthy responses in rapid succession. This cannot be happening. She swallows hard to keep those thoughts sequestered in her head where they belong.

Possessed by some force greater than herself (perhaps Luthor composure, roaring through her veins from a family she normally loathes to emulate), Lena straightens. One of her eyebrows arches and Supergirl’s smile grows.

She bites the inside of her lip thoughtfully and watches in delight as the Kryptonian stands up a little taller, expectant.

“There’s no need, Supergirl,” Lena purrs, right on script, reaching out to swipe her thumb over a smudge on the suit’s chest plate. Keen eyes track the movement, so Lena allows her touch to linger. She retracts her hand slowly and meets the hero’s eyes once more. They are eager, focused entirely on her, and a shiver of satisfaction bolts through Lena at the attention.

With a heavy flutter of her lashes, she drops her voice. “But now that you mention it, I would love to get my hands on that suit of yours.” She pauses, allowing the implication to swell in the air. “I have several ideas…” she casts her gaze down the Kryptonian’s front and up again, “for improvements I’d like to make. If you’d allow me, of course.”

Supergirl’s eyebrows near her hairline as she stutters, “Y-yeah, totally,” her voice a whoosh. Then she shakes her head, sloughing off her apparent stupor, and her grin is back in full force—sexy and blinding at once. “Seeing as this is your creation, I’d say I’m all yours.”

She pierces Lena with that clear-eyed stare. “Actually. Are you free right now, Miss Luthor?”

Lena bites down a smirk and savors the goosebumps that tickle the back of her neck. She nods once, quick and to the point. Supergirl’s smile blooms across her face, replacing the self-assured swagger with such genuine delight that Lena is battered twice with attraction and endearment. She mirrors the hero’s expression and loops her arm around the elbow offered to her.

They turn to leave at a leisurely pace, ignoring the long-suffering voice of Agent Danvers yelling after them.

“Hey. Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Ka—Supergirl! That suit is DEO property! Hey! Hey! Don’t you walk away from me!”

Supergirl laughs, eyes never leaving Lena’s as an agitated “motherfucker” echoes in their wake.

#I thot it so I wrote it #crack I guess #thirsty Lena #supercorp #flirting #ficlet

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buppkizz · 5 months

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mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today

#holy shit i didnt know u could upload so many pics on tumblr #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #engiespy #i wrote out a bunch of crap but nvm lol. i have many thots abt crossfaction in particular...they are fun 2 me #practical espionage #????#i love happy sunshine eng but i also really love playing w his bitchier side too...all tf2 guys contain multitudes

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diesoonandsuffer · 2 years

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sorry kirk and spock’s love for each other is written into the narrative. as if it’s my fault.

#since the companion video is making the rounds again #like yeah. sorry that by kirk's own definition of love he's in love with spock. sorry.#feeling like he's a part of you? check #more important than anything? well he loses his career and his ship just to bury the man. so. check #sorry that the enterprise and kirk are implied as being inherently linked. as if kirk's one true love is the ship.#and not only does he destroy that ship #but spock is 'at home nowhere except starfleet' and 'sees the enterprise as his whole world'#sorry if the vulcan who can't lie and follows rules to a t will lie and break rules for kirk. sorry.#as if any of this is my fault.#'he's trying to contact the vulcan. this species is capable of much affection. i wonder if they'll show it to us.'#sorry. as if i can do anything about that.#'you wouldn't know what to do with a genuine warm decent feeling.' 'really doctor?' 'i know. i'm worried about jim too.'#'i have been and always shall be yours.'#as if i wrote those myself. sorry.#feeling normal tonight.#kirk #spock #spirk #tos #sam's thots

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littlemissmanga · 10 months

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Hey hun,

Mind if I throw a request in? Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt…and only my shirt?” with Wrecker?

Anyway hope all is well <3

Hi dearie!

Of course I don't mind! And ABSOLUTELY THIS ONE. I immediately thought "Wrecker" when I saw it on the list and was hoping someone would send it in!! I may have just written it anyway lol

I'm sorry, though, I said fuck it to the 200 word limit. This is too good to restrain, though I kept it under 1k.

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

W/C: 733

Warning: NSFW, spice below the cut y'all so 18+ only. (but only the last paragraph so you can still read most of the prompt and just stop there and be ok if you don't want spice).

Wrecker felt bad, but a little white lie wasn’t gonna hurt anyone. And it was believable that he’d forget something.

So when the rest of the Batch stayed at Cid’s thinking he was running back to the ship to grab something, he slipped through the back alleys to your apartment. He just didn’t want his brothers teasin’ him and taking his time away from you.

He had spent a few nights with you before, and now that he was back planetside, he couldn’t wait to be where he had started to consider home. That it would be a surprise made a smile spread easy over his lips.

Taking the steps two at a time, Wrecker punched in the code to your front door with barely restrained exuberance. In fact, he was so excited to finally have you in his arms, he didn’t fully register the sight in front of him before shouting.

“Where’s my sweet-”

Recognition stole his words as heat coursed through him. You had also frozen, a spoon caught between your teeth, interrupted mid-bite. But that wasn’t what got him. No what stole his words was how you sat — with each inch of your bare legs visible as they crisscrossed in front of you. Raising his eyes, he nearly lost it at the sight of your torso drowning in a shirt far too large for you, the black fabric looking very familiar.

“Wrecker!” You leapt from your seat to run to him, but before you could reach for him, Wrecker caught your arms, holding you lightly but firmly out in front of him.

“A-are you wearing my shirt?”

“Huh?” You looked down, tugging out the hem to make the shirt look even larger on you. Wrecker swallowed, hard. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I … I like wearing them when you’re gone. Sorry.”

Your voice got quiet at the end of your explanation, your eyes darting demurely to the side. But Wrecker’s thoughts grew much louder and bolder as his smile returned.

“Oh no, don’t you apologize. Kriff, you look so good in that.”

He pulled you into him and knelt to get a good hold at the top of your thighs to lift you to his level. He wanted to kiss you until neither of you could breathe, and distance was his enemy to that end. But as he stood to his full height, you in his arms, he felt nothing but the flesh of your ass brush the top of his fingers.

A wry brow lifted, and Wrecker tightened his grip as a wave of heat coursed through him. “Heh, are you wearing only my shirt, pretty girl?” he asked playfully.

Maker, he wished his cybernetic eye could record the way Tech’s goggles could because he never wanted to forget how karking adorable you were when you nodded bashfully.

“It’s laundry day,” you said, as if that was an explanation he should understand. But he didn’t care. All he needed to understand was that you were in his arms, wearing literally nothing but his clothing and barely even that.

He let his hand slide higher, his fingers brushing against your core, groaning at the wetness that greeted him. You jolted in his grip, hands flying to his shoulders and holding on tight.

As if he would ever drop you. As if he would ever let you go.

“You been getting my shirt all wet and messy?” He grumbled, grinning at how you shiver in response to his voice so close to your ear.

“N-not on purpose,” you huffed, pride curling in him at your breathlessness. He dragged the tip of his finger through your folds to press against your clit, groaning again at your responding mewl.

The sounds you made could make him cum right there if he were a weaker man.

“Well, I say we do it on purpose.”

His shirt stayed on as he kissed you. It stayed on as he laid you out before him like a buffet, rucked up just enough to display everything you had to offer his eager tongue. It stayed on as he opened you up on his fingers, earning more of those pretty sounds as you came around him. And it stayed on as he flipped you over and bent you over the couch he found you on, taking his pleasure as he gave you yours.

Tagging @merkitty49 and @wreckers-wife since I know you both love the big guy as much as L and I do :)

#girl i had way too much fun with this #i was so excited I wrote it over my lunch break #couldn't get these thots out of my head #thank you thank you thank you #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker #tbb #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #my sweet wrecker

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say-al0e · 2 years

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Let him put me on the counter so he can rub his hands up my thighs and get a better angle

It’s the Steve anon again lol

...I wrote this hella fast, entirely in the ask box so don't judge me lol. Smut under the 'read more'! Fem!Reader, light exhibitionism (they're at a party), and mention of reader having hickeys (I know, I'm sorry, I try not to mention marking on reader but it's a trope I love so much and this is indulgent bullshit.)

A warm hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but gentle, and tugged you through an open door. Though the touch startled you, a playfully exasperated, "Finally," silenced any protest that threatened to spill past your lips.

"I've been trying to get you alone for hours." Steve was exaggerating - you'd only been at the party for forty-five minutes, tops, but you didn't dare remind him of that as he shut the door behind you and grinned.

A cursory glance around made you want to laugh; out of every room in the house, Steve had managed to tug you into the bathroom. It was barely big enough to fit the both of you, not that you were complaining, and was made even smaller by his fidgeting. He'd already unzipped his flight suit - the moment you saw Top Gun together, he'd demanded you be Maverick and Charlie - and was reaching for your jacket before you could even blink.

"What's gotten into you, Harrington? You act like you've never seen me in a skirt before."

Steve laughed as you willingly shrugged off your jacket and dropped it to the floor without a second of hesitation. "I can't help myself, baby. The skirt, the jacket, the thigh highs; you're killing me here."

Warm brown eyes roved your figure, lingering on the way the lace of your bra peeked out from beneath your white blouse and the small sliver of skin between your - not quite movie accurate - skirt and thigh highs. Steve had made his appreciation clear since you stepped out of your bathroom, grinning as you twirled for the full effect, and you were half-surprised you managed to make it to the party at all.

"You're one to talk." Steve tied the top half of his flight suit around his waist, exposing the white t-shirt beneath it, and grinned as you reached out to trace your fingers across his chest. "Tom Cruise, who? You're such a babe, Steve."

Steve preened under your praise, cheeks flushing pink as he took a step closer and dropped his hands to your waist. "You've already got me out of my mind for you, baby, no need for flattery."

Without warning, Steve used his hold on you to lift you. A clatter sounded behind you - half the counter's contents went tumbling into the sink, the other half to the floor - but neither of you cared as your laughter echoed through the bathroom. "Fuck flattery. 'M being totally honest. You're so pretty and I'm so lucky."

"Mm. You're right. We're both lucky and everyone should be jealous of how hot we are." Steve's grin only grew brighter as you laughed, tipped your head back and gave in to the giddy giggles bubbling so bright in your chest. "I think we'd both be even hotter with a few hickeys, though."

Before you could respond, Steve leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the column of your throat. Warm, soft lips trailed your heated skin as his hands fell to your thighs - the heat of his palms bleeding into your skin through the material of your skirt.

Warm fingers, eager and insistent, explored your skin - already marked with bruises in the shape of his mouth, his fingers - and you shivered at the feeling of him mapping your skin.

You leaned back, pressed your head to the cool glass of the mirror, and gripped Steve's shoulder as he nipped at the hinge of your jaw. "As much as I like the slicked back thing, I miss having something to tug on."

Steve's huff of laughter fanned across your skin, warm breathing sending a shiver down your spine as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your skirt. "You can mess it up. We're not staying much longer, anyway."

The promise was obvious as his fingers brushed the damp spot at the front of your panties and you could feel his smile against your skin as you inhaled sharply. "You're killing me, Stevie."

"I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."

As much as Steve liked to take his time, build up to the act with teasing touches and bright grins, time was of the essence. It was no secret what you were up to - nearly every room with a door was occupied with other couples in a similar situation - but that didn't mean you were granted the same luxury afforded as your shared apartment.

Steve slipped your panties to the side with practiced ease and pressed his mouth to the pulse point just beneath your ear as his fingers brushed your slit. He groaned at the slick gathered there, still so surprised when he found you dripping for him, and coated his fingers as he worked to mark your skin.

"Scoot up a little." His words were muffled against your skin, spoken between soothing flicks of his tongue - eager to ease any discomfort you might feel. "And pull up your skirt for me."

He moved easily with you, body following yours as you followed his orders, and hummed - pleased, content - when he had you where he wanted you. The moment you were in place, he slotted himself fully between your spread thighs and pressed his slick fingers to your entrance.

His smile grew at the soft gasp you released, stretched wide against your skin as he trailed his lips higher, and your hands lifted to his gelled hair. "Steve, please!"

The location - the echo of footsteps just outside the door, the thump of bass from the stereo down the hall, the buzz of a hundred conversations separated only by a thin wall - heightened your senses, made the beat of your heart that much faster and the warmth of Steve's body pressed to yours that much hotter. The scent of his cologne, his shampoo and the gel in his hair, overwhelmed your senses and made it impossible to care about anything other than the feeling of his fingers working you over in a way that had become achingly, blessedly, familiar.

Steve pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbed harsh circles over the aching bud as his free hand lifted to your chest, and you could feel your release barreling toward you almost embarrassingly fast. If it were anyone else, you might have an ounce of shame. But for Steve, you could only moan his name as you tugged at the gelled strands of his hair.

"C'mon, baby," he urged, voice low in your ear. "Come for me. Soak my fingers and we'll go home, somewhere I can take my time with you. Fuck you like you deserve."

The combination of him - his presence, overwhelmingly familiar and still so achingly warm, his voice so low and warm in your ear - and the insistent press of his fingers so deep, hitting the spot he'd learned so well, had you falling over the edge in record time.

"Fuck, you look so pretty coming for me." Steve sounded awed, as if he couldn't believe you looked like this, all for him, and it made the fire licking at your skin burn that much hotter. It warmed you from within, set your body alight in a way that made your costume almost unbearable, but you never wanted his praise to end. "Jesus, you're gorgeous."

"Steve!" There was no doubt the entire party heard you - if the cheers outside the door were anything to go by - but you cared so little when Steve groaned so deep as you clenched around his fingers.

He continued for a moment longer, fingers slowing but not quite stopping as you rode out your high, before pulling away with a bright grin when you tugged at his hair. All too happily, he slipped his fingers between his lips and cleaned them - eyes fluttering exaggeratedly at the taste of you - before he shot you a wink and stepped back to adjust the top half of his flight suit to hide the erection so clear in the flimsy flight suit.

"We gotta get out of here. No way I'm lasting the rest of the party with you looking like that. You gonna let me take you home?"

His eyes glittered, warm and so fucking content, as his hands rested on your thighs. He watched as your chest heaved with the effort of catching your breath but you laughed, anyway. There was no need to remind him that you lived together, you'd be going home with him regardless; instead, you nodded.

"Just this once, Harrington. And only because you're pretty damn talented with your hands."

Steve laughed as he helped you from the counter, hands steady on your waist as you attempted to stand on jelly legs, and made a noise of triumph. "You think I'm good with my hands, just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue. You'll never want to leave my bed."

Another cheesy wink, this one accompanied by a brilliant grin and laughter, met you as he reached for your jacket. "I can't wait.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #anon #answered #lol what is this I'm so sorry I wrote it in like a few minutes with no thots just Steve #v's blurbs

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 2 months

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I know I haven't posted the UD AU today as scheduled, but I only have half of the next part done on account of still working from home while having half a brain due to covid.

#lasted literal YEARS without ever getting it and now this #so no promises when the next part comes out. maybe today. maybe two weeks from now #koko thinkin thots #i wrote a total of 35 words this week so it's looking grim lol

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placeinthisworld · 8 days

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anyone care about my opinions on ttpd or have we moved on already

#personal #i wrote out my thots while freezing my ass off outside my record store from #3am-7am so #i will add my last thoughts in everything to close my brain out

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wigglebox · 1 year

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Thoughts on the SPNWIN Finale

Okay so I’m gonna divide this into two parts: Implications for the future of where this show will go, and then implications for a potential continuation.

**This is me writing after only seeing the episode once and then popping through here and there to try and remember things, but I may mis-remember or misinterpret but I wanna get these first thoughts out of the way!**

First off, just to quickly summarize my thoughts at the top: I really loved it.

They had a hard hand dealt with this show, which is, only 13 episodes and no promise of a season 2. Because of that, they had to write it in a way that both closed this season but kept the door cracked open for more season. It’s a very very hard balance to do, but I think they still did it.

To me, I have a lot of questions, but I LIKE having questions because that draws me back for season 2. And, if done properly, it can also lure people into the continuation.

Implications for the future of SPNWIN

This episode was a whirlwind so I apologize if I mis-remember anything!

I think the key thing that I took away from this in terms of future potential was the journal. They have Dean’s journal in the sense that Dean and Sam had John’s journal.

John and Mary take off in the end but I have no doubt in my mind Lata, Carlos, and Ada will all come back and play a part some how as well.

Which, by the way, the fact that this Carlos was THEE Carlos that was referenced in a Robbie episode a million years ago is so amazing, idk why. Robbie you madman!

But, now we more or less have the confirmation that this isn’t truly our world, however we are going to be sticking with these characters in the future. Therefore, I don’t know if that means they’ll be universe hopping too, I don’t know if it means they’ll uncover more mysteries from Dean’s journal? I think that’s likely. I also think that will be fun.

I also ALSO think that will provide more world building for the continuation, like this season already did.

There is the obvious issue in the room of that being there were only 13 episodes and this may have felt more like a mid-season finale rather than a finale, however not being promised a season 2 has had to have been thee most annoying thing to write around.

But, for a first season, it set up some solid base foundation work for them to continue to explore more stories while also not screwing around with canon.

There are still questions I want answered and who knows when or if they’ll ever be answered. The biggest one, however, is what on earth is in that journal?

I have more questions but I need to rewatch the show to form them so they’ll be in a follow up post most likely.

Another question I have is: Was that really Dean from start to finish? The hair is the biggest thing for me bc J finished filming Big Sky and there was no reason not to cut it, or use a wig of some kind [lol]. But also in general it felt different a little bit. Like it’s still him but also it didn’t feel like him from the pilot and from the photos we were seeing. But it really may well be him all along! I imagine that’s part of the mystery.

I don’t think we’ll see him again, or if we do, it’s not going to be the same version. I think he served as a launching point. Several friends have made this point already but basically he laid the foundation for all this multi-verse stuff and now the kiddos are on their own and there’s a lottttt to explore.

Again, I have to rewatch in order to fully form my thoughts on the future for the show.

My question is gonna be basically are they going to explore different universes? And, how, if Chuck kinda offed all of them? But I’m okay with my questions for now because I like to go with the flow of the show. I don’t want to figure everything out right now.

Implications for a SPN Continuation

I’ll talk about this first since I have some frens who were disappointed that 1) Cas wasn’t with Jack and Bobby and 2) Cas wasn’t mentioned.

If you’re new around here, then I’ll cut to the chase now: I am a full on “Cas Is Not In Heaven” believer. There are several reasons why. I am also a “Chuck Won” and “Jack is Chuck” believer. Also several reasons why.

I don’t believe Cas is in Heaven because they never showed him getting there. “Well Jack got him out of The Empty,” is one of those things that I’ll believe it when I see it, because otherwise, it’s too shady for me. Cas was last taken, alive, to an Empty where everything else was awake and alive and taken on behalf of a deal, not because he died. The Empty has wanted Cas for a while, and has been pissed that he’s gotten out. Cas is a PRIZE for The Empty so I don’t really see it giving up Cas any time soon for any particular reason.

Especially if that reason is Jack.

I don’t believe The Empty likes Jack either, especially after their last interaction being so bad (Jack exploding in The Empty, waking everything up). I don’t feel like The Empty is willing to do any favors for him.

God isn’t supposed to be able to influence The Empty but I think, since Lilith and Lucifer were brought down, that Chuck and The Empty had an arrangement. And from 15x18 to 15x20 I had literally no reason to believe that Cas, a threat to Chuck, would have been let go for any reason, even if Jack was “God” now.

It would have been sloppy story telling, in my opinon, if they tried to explain how Cas got into Heaven in such a short amount of time, and would have extremely taken away from the emotional magnitude of 15x18.

And that’s how I felt with 1x13 of The Winchesters.

If we had seen Cas I would have been upset, I think. Because again, there’s no explanation for him being there. If it wasn’t going to be a *wink wink nudge nudge* thing like “We’ll explain it in the continuation” then I didn’t want it.

The reason why I feel so passionate about this is beacuse of the Chuck Won theory. And because of that theory, and how Cas’ role evolved over time in Supernatural, I don’t believe Chuck can “recreate” Cas. Because Cas exists outside of Chuck’s narrative, and isn’t beholdened to Chuck, that means Chuck can’t reproduce Cas. It’s just never going to happen.

And I feel strongly about Chuck not being able to do that SPECIFICALLY because when all is said and done, I don’t EVER want Dean to look at Cas and wonder if he’s real or not (throwback to 15x02 anyone?).

Therefore, I did not want to see Cas in The Winchesters except for very very very specific ways that I knew deep down wouldn’t happen because this isn’t the show for that.

And I’m sorry I wish I could go along with the Cas in Heaven memes because they do make me laugh — but also the thought of him being there with no explanation and still not showing up makes me more sad than not.

And that’s another thing—

With 15x20, and no Cas, there had been conspiracy after conspiracy for the last two and a half years as to why, everywhere between network censorship to Misha secretly filming and then them not showing anything. I’m personally more inclined to believe a mixture of: Censorship (Dean can’t reciprocate so what’s the point) and a deliberate choice on behalf of Dabb. But that’s for a different post because this is already very very long.

But, him not being in the finale — while it fed into the Chuck Won theory — it also didn’t have enough stability to truly land on one theory or another because COVID restrictions were also blamed (in whatever manner people saw fit to blame it).

However, NOW — with Cas NOT showing up next to Jack and Bobby — even tho in 15x20 Bobby said that Cas helped Jack — was very LOUD to me.

So what does that imply, to me?

1) No Cas until they have the time and space to put the story and emotions into it that it deserves. AKA — since I’m a Cas Is In The Empty believer — A rescue, by Dean. Even Jackles at JIB11 said that he’d want to explore that. Both of them have expressed an interest in exploring a follow up to 15x18. They can’t do that in the season finale of a spin off show that hadn’t mentioned them virtually at all (apart from parallels) all season.

2) No Cas because Cas isn’t there. I’ll get into my “Jack isn’t Jack” thing in a second, but because there was also this choice not to have Cas there — once is a mistake, but twice? Now it’s starting something. Especially since this time, they DID have Jack there. It’s like they’re showing us a Cas-shaped puzzle piece missing. The piece may be missing but you can clearly see the hole and know what’s supposed to be there (kinda like Dean’s reciprocation!).

To me these are interesting storytelling tactics. And that’s what this is, storytelling.

I feel like maybe we lost the plot a little bit, we being The Fandom, in terms of long-term storytelling efforts.

Cas being in The Empty still really does open up a TON of plot ideas for a continuation. Is it sad he’s not with Dean right now? Absolutely. But I’d rather have them apart than have a flimsy, unexplained reunion just to have a reunion.

“They didn’t even mention Cas,” and yeah, maybe they could have, but as friends in Discord servers have pointed out, that also locks them into a story that they may not be able to tell so it’s better to keep it like how it was in 15x20 where Dean never spoke his name. That is, it adds to the uncanny valley of it all.

Jack isn’t Jack

Look at this lovely post. This reminds me of the first time I was ever exposed to Chuck Won, Chuck is Jack theory way back in ... I want to say December 2020. Someone had compared Jack’s clothes to Chuck’s, and here we are again.

Also these tags from @clarkenting

Jack didn’t feel like Jack. He hasn’t felt like Jack since 15x19.

I already freak out and ramble a lot about Chuck Won when it comes to Becky’s Notes in 15x04 about “no one even mentions Cas” and the line about rock music and the like. But another note she made was regarding the villain’s monologue at the end and how it kinda sucked. Jack had a monologue at the end. Jenny, in 15x20, said 8 words.

So Jack post-15x19 has always been suspicious to me! And last night was no different, especially since it’s the most Chuck Like he’s looked.

Also, another thing that got me, was the reference to Carry On (the Kansas song). It felt super duper pointed and not just an Easter Egg but like — hey this IMMEDIATELY reminds me of 15x20 and how Dean was like, weirdly, “I love this song!” a little too out of character in heaven as he began to drive off.

Dean’s favorite band isn’t Kansas, it’s Led Zeppelin.

Also, the reference felt like a fourth wall break, something that Chuck would do.

So no, I don’t believe that Jack was Jack last night. I’m sure if I go through the dialogue, which I plan to do lol, I’ll find even more reason to believe that.

Another thing that confused me was Bobby being there. Dean drove off, alone, and was continuously shown alone, throughout his drive. But BOBBY was there last night? Confused I am. But in the good way.

We know now that Baby can hope planes of existence so I really really hope she can hop into The Empty.

I’m someone who believes that Dean’s “Heaven” is in reality just The Empty. Or, as sometimes my friends will hear me call it, Chuck’s toy shelf. I am also someone who believes we DID see Chuck in 1x08 as part of the band and it wasn’t just a Rob cameo. Rob’s character has too much implication to just casually toss him in as a background character.

This is super duper long, and I apologize but also not really!

Some final thoughts (for now) (any follow up posts I make also will be under #spnwin thots):

I think this finale set up things for both a season 2 AND a continuation. I’ve been a contination believer since literally the SPN finale finished airing. At first it was a way to cope, but then it became a full blown belief for me the more and more first Jackles talked about it, and then the rest of the cast.

I’m really excited for season 2 of The Winchesters should it happen. I really hope it does. I personally believe it has a high chance of migrating to HBO Max for a home — and if that’s the case that’ll be awesome bc I also believe that’s where a continuation will go.

All of our favorites of the season will be in season 2 as well. We will see Carlos, Lata, Ada, Millie, Betty, Tony, etc. back. There are still questions about their characters too that we need answering. I’m still suspicious of Betty!

I liked that they contained this just enough for the finale just in case they don’t get a season 2, but still left dangling plot threads to catch for a season 2 (which felt very season 15 of SPN to me. In my eyes, they really did leave some things dangling for a continuation.)

What kind of potential world building will we get now that we know space and time is but an illusion, lol. I like the prequel being used to expand worlds more and expand the canon more, especially when it comes to hopping planes of existence.

Is The Empty really the big villain, or Chuck? I personally think so, and I personally think that this will help funnel some stuff into a continuation.

“What about Destiel” yes what about Destiel? That’s a continuation problem but one that I know Jackles and Dee and whoever else will be involved will ultimately tackle as well. I may have more faith and optimism than others, but that’s because I know from past experiences from SPN that I won’t be burned no matter what happens — so if you need me to clown for you, I can!

What about the Akrida? Do they just stop at this place? Why this particular storyline? What’s going on? We already have alternates to our own timeline that is the Akrida did not finish off our Men of Letters, Baby got into John’s hands via a car dealership (well, according to Chuck anyway), John didn’t know about hunting in our world, etc etc.

So what else is different? Will they see OUR world? Who is dead, who is alive? Is Chuck gonna send them to other places too?

Only time will tell I guess!

Time to light those manifestation candles for season 2 and a continuation!

#long post #very long post i'm so so SO. fucking sorry #spn #spnwin #spnwin spoilers #spnwin thots #spnwin finale #i wrote this all in a frenzy and before i could grab starbucks #and i'm running on 3 hours of sleep #so i apologize if i missed anything #again anything additional i wanna talk about will be under spnwin thots #walejaflwkejfw #time to go on areblog spree

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