#Lata begs us

[incarnateirony]

Lateralus Project: Evolved:

The Winchesters Edition

So. First things first. Boy am I dizzy. This is, at this point, four years of work invested in this video series. We won't get into the nitty gritty on WHY it works out so well, as much as enjoy what it is!

I KNOW THIS STORY LOOKS FAMILIAR BUT I AM GOING TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER IN A WAY YOU MIGHT NOT EXPECT!!!! - Dean

I want to change the World. But this monster in my head could destroy everything.

334 episodes*; 13 songs; 13 processes, 13 episodes; 2 sides to the coin; the hardest beast to face is the one within; even with your helpful half djinn son or the light in the road calling you home. We're turning over all the cards and opening all the doors in the info and episode shuffles behind the cut. YT includes episode timestamps in the full movie. So does the cut, as well as links to lyrics, quick summaries and more general information.

Follow the Path of The One towards Heaven.

You can find more information about the Original Double Order over on This Post. (2 direction shuffletrack with different endings moving through consciousness as a movement of along spirals: "Spiral out, keep going, spiral out")

However, The Winchesters took its own means of reshuffling. If you view the old post, one song remained the same in both directions: 11 is 11, Reflections. It's a causal point, and has been moved to midseason, respectively, as 1x7 Reflections. Rolling back, if one starts the spiral at Mantra, 11 becomes 7, and the track plays out, reverting after 12 to the steps missed earlier, 1-4 respectively, but reverse: 4-1.

I know that sounds like wonky math, don't overthink it, just. Explaining there IS method to the madness. The simplest thing to remember is, follow the basic ideas: Generational Trauma, who the generations ARE, doors, spears, guns, blossoms, you name it. You WILL get dizzy you WILL be overwhelmed but ride it and you'll put the pieces together.

EVERYTHING means SOMETHING. The current order then is:

ACT 1: THE PAST -- IN THE BEGINNING

Ep 1: 0:00 - Intro: Mantra: What makes a story work? Jensen and robbie's revenge

Ep 2: 03:29 - The Spiral: Lateralus (Lyrics) The snake is the-- Ep 3: 12:44 - Trauma Broadcasting System (TBS): Faaip De Oiad: Tower

Ep 4: 15:21 - Transmutation: The Grudge (Lyrics) The Rupture

ACT 2: THE SELF AND INFLUENCE -- THE ONE

Ep 5: 23:53 - Generations of Eden; Triad: Father, Cursed Christ, Holy Ghost Ep 6: 30:21 - Aeon: Eon Blue Apocalypse: Midnight channel interrupted Ep 7: 31:34 - Reflections: Reflections: Reflections; Narcissus (Lyrics)

ACT 3: THE PRESENT -- KNOW THYSELF

Ep 8: 42:45 - Face it to Get Out: The Patient (Lyrics) Vampire act's a little old. Ep 9: 50:05 - The Akrida: Ticks and Leeches (Lyrics) I hope you choke. Ep 10: 58:13 - The Truth: Schism: The Trap (Lyrics) Bring the pieces back together (in a way you might not expect), rediscover Communication.

THE FINAL ACT --- THE FUTURE

Eps 11 & 12: 01:05:11 : Don't Spiral, Evolve: Parabol & Parabola (Lyrics)

The Eternal Soul. People, families. That's real. We are.

Finally, Ep 13:01:14:13: In the Light you will Find the Road: Disposition (Lyrics) Mention This To Dean, Watch The Weather Change

The moon gives me her secret, a confidant; as full and bright as I am this light is not my own and a million light reflections (of the sun) pass over me.

I cared about the Whole World because of you. (see Vitriol)

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random and whatever will bewilder me, whatever will bewilder me. And following our will and whim we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going. Evolve.

SEE ALSO:

Traxxverse; Find The Queen; Ramble On;

(Art by Mortea. Six flags here we go, 1x12 Barrelhouse. Dizzy. Rolling downhill in the barrel into the riverside or the tunnel or dean's opening, I don't know anymore)

Castiel's Resolution

Dean's Resolution

End Of The Line

End of the Road.

Steal Your Heart; Death Has Something I Want;

VITRIOL: The Occultum

Saturn (Not Grudge, but as The Grudge/The Trap tells us, Saturn comes back around to show you everything) As above, so below.

Perfect Landing, Son (The Garden, The End, Calling you home; the moon at the end of mary's tunnel; we're opening all the doors; we're turning over all the cards. At the center of it all is the magic kingdom. the garden. We're the one thing he couldn't control. Follow the Full Moon through the storm; Watch the Weather Change; Lift the Fog, Find the Truth; 15x18. Despair/The Truth. Chuck only wins if you let your life go by without meaning. It's in just being. It's in just saying it. Cas, there's something I have to say.)

Windmills. I came to in a garden. Three days journey, end of the stream, or a river, or a tunnel, or a road, or an opening. You'll find a clearing. You'll find your angel blossom there. In The Trap you still are stuck in. Not in Purgatory, but for yourself. The Rupture. The Trap. And The Truth.

It's all about the Truth.

There's something I have to say.

IF YOU APPRECIATE THE QUITE LITERAL YEARS OF WORK PUT INTO THIS SPIRAL PIECE AND ITS MANY WEBS AND BRANCHES AND LIMBS OF REACH AT THIS POINT,

PLEASE CONSIDER BECOMING A MEMBER OF MY PATREON TO ENCOURAGE ME, YOU KNOW, CONTINUING TO MAKE BACK BREAKING CONTENT LIKE THIS.

⛤|| Creations: Youtube || Ao3

⛤|| Support: Patreon

⛤|| Community: POLOL Discord || Kripkeverse Guilded

** This project was first developed as 13 parts in two directions season 14. One was released with ep 300, and the others with Ouroboros. Only two were directly updated season 15, For Reasons, also on hiatus. All 13 tracks are now master tracked with The Winchesters content, Ouroboros, In The Beginning, The Future, The Truth and processes in alchemy gathered as a secondary partner project through Season 15's myth-arc. This final wave was developed beginning a few episodes into The Winchesters, for targeted mass release today, Weds 12/7/2022, in sync with the airing of 1x7 Reflections, which one could call. Conveniently named. Heh. Consider this The Final Hiatus. Once episode 13 airs we may end up with a Final Final Final Right Edit, if you will, but otherwise this is it. Entertain yourself picking this apart all hiatus.

#Youtube #winchesters codex #lateralus project #lateralus evolve #spiral narrative #serpent #i couldn't possibly tag this everthing #marriage of the minds #that's the right tag #and of the opening #in the body #that totally isn't another hole #Lata begs us #no one gives us anything #i took it #magnum opus #The Work is done #the clown's journey is done #it's time to tap out and enjoy the ride

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (FINAL EPILOGUE)

FINAL

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your family in King’s Landing…

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: Xk

Notes: ay ay ay, sorry for that, I swear Aemond is not coming back, it's just a scene I had in my head for forever, and I had to get it out of my chest, he can’t do anything and won’t do anything, he is fucked. 

Anyways, this is it, the END, for this amazing story, I thank all of you who read this and gave this story their love, its been an amazing ride, and i can’t believe the reach we accomplished, anyways I’m going to miss writing this fic, because I liked how it turned out, and it was my comfort.. Thanks to all of you! and see you in my next story!

I'm crying as I write this :(

The castle was roaring with life, the great families had arrived, and even though it was a bit tense because of the loyalties of the past wars, people were trying to heal, to leave everything behind them 

Even though you didn’t like the idea, all your children were to their own machinations, you knew the castle was the safest palace, but you still felt a bit uneasy to let your girls walk around alone, but you sent a King’s guard with them. 

Rhaenys found a beautiful spot in the gardens, she was enjoying the smells and the beautiful flowers in the gardens, and took her notebook with her to draw

She saw from the corner of her eye some people approaching, once she raised her head, she saw that it was two young men, probably her oldest brother’s age

“Well, hello my lady”, Rhaenys saw them approaching and gave them all her attention, smiling at them and waving gently, “How are you this day?”, she could not hear them, not answer them, so she just smiled and nodded, “well?”, the man insisted

It was a young man, heir to House Baratheon, the son of a cousin to the lata Borros, and his friend from House Trant.

She smiled apologetically, trying to communicate with him with her hands, but the guy wouldn’t understand her 

“She is an idiot, she might be dimwitted”, laughed the Trant boy

“Well, I don’t need her to be smart”, the other one laughed, “its enough that she is a Targaryen”, he said looking down at her

She could not speak, or hear, but she was really good at reading lips, so she could understand what those boys said about her. She whimpered, tears filling her eyes. She stood up from the bench and ran away from them, unknowingly, her Great Uncle Corlys had heard the whole thing, and pursed his lips in disgust 

“Get Rickon and Jonaerys”, he said to one of his faithful servants who walked with him at his old age, the boy nodded and ran to get the boys. 

Once the young Velaryon spotted the two Starks, he led them back to Corlys, and the old man told them what happened with Rhaenys and the Baratheon, to see their reaction, and it didn't disappoint. A hunt began for the baratheon cunt, as they call it

“Its him!”, pointed the Velaryon boy, and the Baratheon saw with horror how by the corner of the Hallway appeared two enraged Stark-Targaryen running towards him.

“Son of a bitch!”

“I will kill you!”, they used the fact that they were near a balcony… they grabbed him between the two of them and pushed him towards it

The Baratheon boy was screaming, so scared he almost peed his pants as Jonaerys and Rickon grabbed him by the arms and legs and swung him over the rail.

But they wouldn’t really kill him, they didn’t let go of him as he swang heads down and could look in terror five stories down

“You think you can insult our sister?”, growled Rickon as he shook him

“No! No! I’m sorry!”

“If you ever go near her again I will kill you!”, threatened Jonaerys

“You are not good enough for her!”, said Rickon then, and the Baratheon only promised and begged to be lifted up 

They finally relented and the poor boy scrambled to get to his feet and ran away, stumbling away through the corridor.

Corlys just looked at the scene, smiling and pleased, no one is to mess with little Rhaenys, she was not dim-witted, she was smart, only had a hearing impair

“Your sons are savages!”, said Baldric Baratheon, pointing at Cregan Stark, “they threatened the life of my son and heir Crispian”

“I’m sure they were just… boys being boys”, he explained, “you remember what that’s like”, he said

“Do you consider grabbing him and swinging him over a balcony just “boys being boys”?”, he asked, and Cregan turned to meet the eyes of his two sons

They both started talking at the same time

“That cunt called our sister dim-witted!”

“He bothered Rhaenys, and called her names!”, they explained at the same time

“What?”, growled Cregan, turning to the shivering boy hiding behind his father

“Those are just words, your pups almost killed my son!”, fighted the Baratheon. He was right, he was deserve to be pushed out of the balcony, but the Baratheon was enraged, Cregan looked at Jacaerys who was there to serve as an judge in this situation

“The boys should wait outside”, he suggested, and with a nod from Cregan’s head his boys left the room, the Baratheon soon followed

“Your grace”, called the Baratheon, “my son was almost killed”

“My daughter was dishonored”, said Cregan

“Reparations must be made”, continued the Baratheon, and Cregan looked at him in panic

“This is a new country, for all of us”, started Jacaerys, “we are enjoying a period of peace, and we must keep it so, two great families cannot by divided”, both men nodded, agreeing to his words

“So I propose a union”, said the Baratheon, Cregan just looked at him, “between your youngest, your silver-haired girl, and my son and heir”

“The silver-haired?”, said Cregan with disgust, “you don’t even know her name! you only care that she looks like a Targaryen don’t you?”, he asked, “over my dead fucking body my pup will marry that talking twig you have for a son!”

“Stark!”, growled Baldric

“Enough!”, called Jacaerys, both men stopped and looked at the Prince, “we will not leave this room until this animosity is behind us”, you finally dared to speak, as you had entered the room slowly and silently

“I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding”, you said softly, all three men turned to look at you, “from what I gather, Lord Crispian did not know of our daughter’s hearing impediment”

“He called her dim-witted”, you only shook your head

“And our sons threatened to throw him off a balcony, I think he learned his lesson”, you said softly. You wanted to kill the boy as much as your sons did, but you could not cause a war between houses because of it, you knew House Baratheon was just returning to the fold after their allegiances in the war 

“Very well”, said Jacaerys, and the Lord of the Stormlands nodded, not contented but he realized a marriage alliance wasn’t in the cards for this meeting, and the girl was still young, of twelve name days only

“Over my dead body any of my pups will marry a Baratheon!”, grunted Cregan as soon as you entered your chambers

“Maybe one day a Stark could be friends with a Baratheon”, you suggested, “only friends” 

“Never”, grunted Cregan, “not even after a hundred years”, you only giggled, but nodded, “and he believed that skimpy kid could be a good match for OUR DAUGHTER!”, he said, again outraged, “the audacity! the words of his house should be… “Ours is the audacity””, he mocked again, and you couldn’t help but giggle, “What?”, he was angry, but smiled nonetheless, to you, he would always smile

“You are cute when you get frustrated like that”, you suggested, and he smirked, “They won’t marry”, you said softly, to calm him, it worked

“I know I know, but still… the audacity of that man”, he growled, and you couldn’t help but giggle again. You watched the frame of your husband walk around the room like a wolf in a cage, and you loved the fact that several layers of clothes were missing, well, it was summer and they were in the south, he no longer wore his cape and his thick vest, only a light black doublet over a thin chemise 

He was so handsome

He stopped when he saw your eyes blown out like those of a kitten, he knew that look… He only smiled

Years had passed, his dark hair now had a bit of snow in it, he had lines in the corners of his eyes, and lines cutted his face, laugh lines you hoped. He never looked so handsome.

“Come here”, he whispered, and you obliged, “I love to see you all lady-like”, you, as did he, dressed differently in the capital, preferring colorful dresses made of silk, of tull, or other thinner fabrics. 

He was delighted when his hands could feel your skin even though the thin layer of clothing. 

“And I love to see you in your southern look too”, you teased

Oh and you loved each other right that evening

You and Cregan, besides attending tourneys and banquets, needed to held meetings with other Lords of the Kingdoms, specially from the Reach, to gather more supplies for the coming Winter 

Meanwhile your children would enjoy a life in the Keep.

Besides seeing on first row how knights would sung at eachtoher with long wooden spears, which they all enjoyed...

Corlys reached Rhaenys, intrigued by the little girl you had named after your dear aunt, he would gift her books and she would beam at him, until he had her teach him how to communicate with her, and they would spend whole afternoons communicating, telling each other stories, specially Corlys, since he had seen so much from his journeys, Orys would join them, interested more than anyone in the life Story of the Sea Snake

To those who were close to the sea snake, would say that his great niece and nephew brought light back into him, to the 76 year old man who thought he had lived it all 

Those same afternoons would find Rickon, Jonaerys and Baelor practicing their swordsmanship in the courtyard. 

Daemon would look from the battlements, with a critic eye, to be exasperated enough by the young men that he would get hands in with their training, dismissing the King’s guard 

Daemon was a practical man, and he took no time in naming Jonaerys as his favorite successor, he would also give incentive to the lordling to have some time with his darling daughter Visenya, who would also watch them train.

Baelor and Visenya were supposed to be betrothed to one another, but they loved each other as siblings and rejected the union, and Daemon would happily get his nephew betrothed to his daughter instead.

Baelor found himself also learning how to communicate with Rhaenys, because he believe her to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen

You spend half a year in the Red Keep, and it was blissful, but Cregan wanted to return, with joust reason, and, with  bit of fear, you started to believe Jonaerys wanted to stay, he turned into a squire for Aegon the young, and he would practice everyday with Daemon and the King’s guard, you didn’t say anything, but you just started preparing mentally for your son to tell you he wanted to stay here, back up by Daemon no less.

So when you communicated the Queen, and her King consort, of your departure in the next two weeks, it was no surprised that Daemon would cling into your second eldest son, but what surprised you the most, was most certainly Baelor’s decision 

“I want to go with them”, said Baelor, and you looked amazed, surprised, the responsibility was huge

“Are you sure?”, asked Jace, Baelor only nodded

“I would love to squire for Lord Cregan, I believe is for the best, what of Princeling would I be if I don’t… fly off the nest? see the Kingdoms one day I will rule, learn how to be a Lord, a fighter, to care for other people?”, Cregan was pleased, as he placed his hand on his shoulder

“We will care for him”, your husband promised, and Jacaerys only nodded. The decision was made, so we had two weeks to prepare after Jonaerys told Cregan what you already knew, that he wanted to stay here, in the Red Keep, in King’s landing, with his seventeen name days already.

You had your dragons, he could return anytime he wished. 

So when the time came to say goodbye, and your last day in the capital, you hugged Jonaerys tightly against you

“You can always come back, you know? in your dragon”, you whispered, tears in your eyes

“Yes mom”, he whispered back, “But I want to do this, there is something that wants me to stay here, and I must follow my heart”, you only nodded, caressing his handsome face

“I love you”

“I love you too”, you then stepped aside for Cregan to come near his son and hugged him tightly against him

“Your mother is right, your home will always be in Winterfell”, he whispered, and Jonaerys hugged him tightly 

“Thank you father”, he whispered back.

You saw him take two steps back and stand right next to Visenya and Daemon, who had come to say goodbye to you in the docks. 

Corlys suggested taking you up to White Harbor himself on his ship, only because he wanted to spoil Rhaenys and Orys, unbeknownst to you. He believed Orys would have liked the sea as much as he did, and in the end, he was right. 

So he invited you all to stop by Driftmark.

Your children loved sailing, Torrhen would not stop drawing parts of the ship that impressed him the most, Rhaenys and Orys would stuck by Corly’s side as he barked around orders to his sailors, Cregan and you would gaze upon the horizon, and Robyn would be riding her dragon over your heads, as she used to do. Your darling daughter had an adventurous soul, she would spend more time in dragonback that she would on firm land, she had flied over to the wall, to bear island, everywhere, even without your permission, and you had no doubt that in this journey, all those times you couldn’t find he, she had been flying in every direction to see what was out there, you feared that when she was older she was going to fly away and never come back. You could see she wanted to see across the narrow sea and beyond… 

When you arrived in Driftmark you met Joffrey, who was acting as Lord of the tides, he inherited the title after Luke’s death all those years ago, and apparently, he was doing a great job, he had married a Velaryon girl, and had children of his own. You spend some days there, where Corlys would gift your daughter jewels that used to belong to his long lost wife, and you would gaze upon the treasures in his hall, treasures from all over the world, certainly capturing the attention of your five remaining children.

Soon after, you sailed to White Harbour, where you had to fight hard to take your daughter and son back from Corlys’, they wouldn’t want to part ways, so the Sea Snake ended up accompanying you back to Winterfell, since his late wife Rhaenys couldn’t fulfill that promise she once made to you, he was there to be the grandfather your children never had. But there, you were also accompanied back with the Mnderlys and their daughter, who was set to marry Rickon, their daughter was beautiful, and the same age as your son, she was a sweet girl and you knew they were going to be very happy, as your son started courting her on the road, gifting her things he found, like flowers and such. 

Winterfell looked as beautiful as it was when you first saw it, and you could finally breathe at ease. You looked back at your children and you found them happy they were back, but you knew some of them were going to grow bored after everything they lived in the capital. except for Baelor, who looked at the ancient castle like you probably did when you saw it for the first time.

When you gazed at the ancient building, you  truly believed it had been here for thousands of years, and it was going to stand for another thousand, after you and everyone you knew turned to dust. 

You were received with awaiting arms by the people of Winterfell, and the people of Winter’s Town that came out to receive you amongst cheers. 

Soon you were installing yourselves back into the castle after more than half a year away. But you wandered out of the castle, into the tallest battlements, so you could see the valley around the castle, the winds were getting colder by the day…

Winter is coming…

“I remember when you arrived here”, Cregan whispered as he hugged you from the back, you giggled, “it was autumn, just like right now, in a day just like this one, you appeared through the doors, your dragon behind you”

“I offered myself to you in marriage”, you remembered fondly

“I remember I said to Sara years before that the only way I was going to marry again was if a maiden came flying up here”, you chuckled, and he did too, kissing you in the side of the face

“Would you look at that”, you admired, and he chuckled again. You turned around to look at him

“it was always you”, he whispered. Looking down at you and caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “my sweet wife, the one that gave up everything for an uncertain future in the wild North, alongside an old and grumpy wolf”

“It was never uncertain, it was always you”, you repeated his words. And you sealed your words of love with a long kiss. Expressing all your happiness with an intimate gesture. 

That first Winter you spent together was what brought you together, and the wilderness and cold of the North is what kept you together.

For Cregan you were the sun that shone even in the darkest of Winters. The dragon that with his flames light up the hearths of his home and his heart

You were his Winter sun

Jacaerys reigned the seven Kingdoms after his mother, it was a short but fruitful reign. He died after ten years of a heart condition

Rickon married Jayne Manderly, they had four children to continue the line of House Stark, and lived in Winterfell until his lasts days

Jonaerys stayed in King’s Landing, but always flied back to Winterfell to see his brother and his parents, he married Visenya, together they had a set of twins, a girl and a boy, and lived in Dragonstone happily

Torrhen became a builder, reinforcing buildings all across the North, he married a Mormont from Bear Island

Orys became Joffrey’s squire, and together they went into many adventures, into the sea and Driftmark, he later married a Velaryon girl and lived in Driftmark

Rhaenys married Jace’s son Baelor, many years after she will become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and gave the realm three children and heirs who continued the Targaryen Line

Robyn at first visited his brother Orys and accompanied him in his travels, she then adventured herself as an explorer in the back of her dragon, she traveled all over the world and seen things no other man of Westeros had, unknowingly continuing the legacy of Corlys and Rhaenys. In her journeys, she came across a Celtigar, and she married him, coming back to live in Westeros, much to her family’s delight. 

Sara had three children of her own, and alongside her stepdaughter, she lived happily in Torrhen’s square 

Reader and Cregan lived happily in Winterfell, fearing when their children left their home, but other than that, they lived happily, spoiling their grandchildren rotten. 

And everyone lived happily ever after 

FIN

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[deancasforcutie]

While we’re I’llJustWaitHereThen.mp3 for Act Two of The Winchesters -or rather thee reboot, which should be known for the extra high bar it’s gained this year- I’d like us to round off 2023 considering a song choice from the finale I haven’t seen discussed, but illuminates Dean’s path going forward.

The moment Dean, Jack, Bobby, and Baby disappear, “One of These Things First” by Nick Drake plays. For the curious, Nick Drake is ingrained in the cultural consciousness as a precursor to the likes of Kurt Cobain and Elliott Smith for his musical talent, melancholic lyrics drawn from a troubled life, and (at 26, one year too young for the original 27 Club of Jimi Janis Jim Morrison) untimely tragic death.

Such allusions seem all too pertinent to our not-so-Mystery Man who’d also sooner burn out than fade away, huh? But first and foremost, “One of These Things First” here evokes the multiverse reveal - playing over scenes of Lata helping restore Ada’s soul and Mary and Samuel parting. The characters could be any number of things, but as Mary says of her possible alternate selves, “I’m gonna make my own”; with the meta knowledge that Dean is “picking the music” non-diegetically, this track’s relevance to his own life (and death) becomes apparent.

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book

From the start we see well-chosen lyrics for thee episode of Dean “Hello Sailor” Winchester; it goes without saying, here and in the series’ deafeningly loud negative space, how Dean’s desire to be “a real live lover” drives his search for happy endings in this Supernatural Romance. Genius.com notes that “a book” in Nick Drake’s metaphor means “someone who spent their time gaining knowledge about the world”; leaving them his own book, evidently a record of Supernatural’s main events and likely intended as a setup for revelations about his postseries shenanigans, Dean becomes their absent guide opposite John’s original series role through his journal.

I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock

Following lyrics about metaphorical objects also evoke Dean’s role as a guide - but given his view that “I think I did” find a model for his found family’s happiness in them, it goes both ways (and so does he).

I could be here and now I would be, I should be, but how?

These last few lyrics played in the episode call to mind the final undying core of Dean’s self-doubt: his inability to move on, like so many restless spirits parallel him. Dean’s sensation that he is not “here and now,” being unstuck in time and lamenting that he’s “already dead,” highlights his distance from the lead characters and their sense of closure - as does his use of the James Hetfield alias as a false name, dodging the central question of Who You Are. For all his heroism, Dean’s role as the central mystery never fully solved implicates him as the haunting force derailing another story into his own as much as any reality-warping trauma parasites.

Minding all these exhortations to mind the gap, it’s absolutely relevant that the episode omits a second verse centering on romantic longings. (It wouldn’t be the first time - “So on your woman and your child/You release your bitterness,” anyone?)

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more I could have been your statue, could have been your friend A whole long lifetime could have been the end

Mary and Samuel’s exchange (“Be safe out there” “I love you too, kiddo”) continues the theme of Just Saying It before any goodbye - acknowledging you can say “I love you” without saying it and be understood. But apropos of everything, the romantic pair never exchanges what they promise they will on reuniting - at once begging the same question as Dean’s aborted love confession(s) to Cas (indicting the heteronormative double standard that makes the answer “obvious” here) and keeping their promise of no goodbyes, meaning “Ramble On” with its tale of a romantic reunion can only refer to one yet to come.

So with Dean left to learn that death is no goodbye for him either, The Winchesters reaffirms Supernatural’s humanistic heart: the conviction that -whether for great artists we romanticize or fictional characters representing our values- we need not mythologize and bemoan death as “robbing” the world of someone’s promise at the expense of affirming the intrinsically worthy human life as they are now and forever (we will all live forever no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be). A life cut tragically short was still a life worth living, and its legacy one worth carrying on. And I can think of no truth more apt from the series cut short at 13 traxx we will nevertheless replay and remix and resonate with for years to come.

As we ramble on to future installments, I reiterate: “If you had the chance to do it all over again, would you?” “I followed my heart. I don’t think that’s ever a mistake.”

#consider this my ''sleep well'' to the other coolest queer show I know #just heard Ramble On ONCE AGAIN on the car radio the universe is tryna tell me something! #the winchesters #it's underrated due for a reboot #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #spn meta #spnwin 1.13 #mine

[drsilverfish]

SPNWin 1x07 Reflections - The Seance

John broke the musical box, which played his parents’ intensely romantic love song As Time Goes By (which was also the love song of Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca): 

Dean “Dammit Cas, we can fix this”

Cas: “Dean, it's not broken.”

6x20 The Man Who Would Be King

Now he needs to speak to his dead loved one (his father) and Lata tells him that the seance-spell requires that the connection between the significant object and the loved one’s spirit:

Dean: “I hope you can hear me, I hope you can hear me...”

Cas: “You don’t have to say it... I heard your prayer”

15x09 The Trap 

Cas: “You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me.... I love you...”

Dean (Non LatAm dub version): “....................”

15x18 Despair

“Amate Spiritus Obscure Te Quaerimus

Te oramus nobiscum colloquere

Apud nos circita”

“Beloved Hidden Spirit, We Seek You

We beg you to speak with us

In our circle”

SPNWin 1x07 Reflections

Pamela (with her hand on Dean’s hand-print brand):

“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.”

4x01 Lazarus Rising

Notice that in The Winchesters seance, the spirit is addressed as “Beloved”.

Narrator-Dean’s story is filled with reflections from his own life, and here, in the subtext of 1x07, a story about his parents’ first kiss, he longs to share his feelings openly and honestly with his own beloved, from whom he is separated by death, Castiel. 

#Supernatural #The Winchesters #SPNWin 1x07 #Reflections #Destiel #Longing in the subtext #Holy Ghost Narrator Dean #Dean in the Bardo #The Winchesters meta #6x20 #The Man Who Would Be King #4x01 #Lazarus Rising #15x09 #The Trap #15x18 #Despair

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x11: Bullet Point Rambles

Dean: What we do at the crossroads………..is make a prequel!

John shows up in dramatic fashion (Boris: idonotfeelbadforjohnwinchester idonotfeelbadforjohnwinchester) and announces his predicament

We learn that Maggie had a bracelet that makes people tell the truth. Also Maggie was MYSTERIOUS about it. At this point, we’ve mentioned Maggie so often I have to stroke my beard and contemplate what she means to the show

Today is written and directed by women! Nice.

Carlos and Lata investigate Maggie’s room and contemplate the Akrida’s master plan. They continue to be adorable besties and I love them

John and Mary pack up in DAYLIGHT BABIES PLEASE. They’re confronted by Betty who “has been following them for weeks.” Boris: Creeper

John gives himself up dramatically. Betty is probably pretty sad that she can’t haul in Mary Campbell as well. 

Lata finds the bracelet in a hidden snack hiding place. She reaches towards the bracelet and it flies up and attaches itself around her wrist. Not good! Even more NOT GOOD is when the mysterious shadows fly up and blow out the lights

Lata and Carlos try to figure out if the ghosty thing was a lurking monster or bracelet-generated

Back at the Clubhouse, Millie and Mary try to break open John’s case. Mary drowns in guilt. Wherps.

Millie wants to trust Betty with Monster Club. Boris and I both think this is a TERRIBLE IDEA. (But it would make some fun soapy drama, I suppose)

At the precinct, John gets interrogated by a chuckling cop. I tell him to get an attorney but my advice goes unheard. Chuckles the Cop reveals that he’s the Akrida WHO KILLED KYLE. *mustache twirl mustache twirl*

Mr. Akrida sets out a photo of DEAN WINCHESTER (we flail silently) and demands info in exchange for his freedom. Boris: Every time this photo shows up, my brain vibrates at a high level

(Info update: John was a PoW???)

Lata digs into the bracelet further - the shadows will consume anyone who wears the bracelet and has a dark secret. Carlos is like YOU???? just before he’s taken by the monsters! ‘FESS UP GIRL!!!

Carlos gets zapped into a creepy crypt bedroom place? Is this like a ghost bedroom? They can hear each other. Is he in a parallel dimension like that witch from the second episode?

MAGGIE APPEARS!

Millie proudly shows Betty the Clubhouse. It’s time for Monster Skool! Millie tries to convince Betty that it’s all real. Come on, don’t you have some handy monsters hanging out? It goes…poorly. Mary shouts after her about the 3 marks on the back of her neck, as Betty storms off

Fake!Maggie and Lata reminisce. Maggie told her everything, and now Fake!Maggie wants Lata to tell her everything. Lata gets zapped to the cold room, and Carlos! WILL we finally learn Lata’s SECRET? Why the family estrangement, etc? Honestly, I’m surprised to learn this so soon, since I assumed Lata’s Dark Secret TM would be part of season 2

Lata lights a lantern as Carlos feels the creeping approach of DOOM. We learn that the dark room was a part of Lata’s old home

Meanwhile, Mary plans a good old fashioned jailbreak. Boris: John’s sons got out of the deepest darkest prison the Feds have to offer so…John can bust out too. Or did they get out because of their mom? Things to contemplate…

Carlos and Lata confront her dark secret. She weeps over it and Carlos begs for her to confess. Lata brings up her backstory. After a family dinner, Lata brought food to share with her family’s housekeeper Sonya. Her dad beat her housekeeper for it and Lata struck him with the lamp. 

Mary rings the Campbell residence for a little Lata/Carlos backup. Sorry, Millie! Nobody here but us shadow creatures!

Lata was shamed by both her parents for sticking up for the housekeeper. She ran away from home. In retaliation, her dad locked the housekeeper in the room and Sonya froze to death. (Boris: Seems like your asshole father’s problem, and not yours, girl.)

Guilt rises from Lata and Carlos and they find themselves back in the kitchen. “I guess the truth really does set you free,” Carlos notes. LOL. Millie runs in and seriously ruins the mood. Uh, go team!

John gets taken away. Mary and Betty confront each other. It’s a punching fight!!! Boris: TAKE HER OUT, MARY, SHE’S HALF YOUR SIZE

The team confronts Betty and Carlos “Drugs Should Be Legalized” Cervantez holds her while Lata chunks on the truth telling slap bracelet

Team Scooby Gang beat up all the cops and John runs. What’s the plan? RUN! That’s…that’s the plan. Betty’s gonna be their source on the inside. Mrow cat fight, etc.

Betty and Mary reconnoiter later. AND THEY HUG. Or…Betty apologizes. John gives Betty the plans for an Akrida-tattoo, and John and Mary head out ONCE AGAIN in broad daylight

In the clubhouse, I am desperate to own Carlo’s coat, and Lata tells Carlos that she wants to be more open with him. Her parents aren’t dead (they are just dead to HER). Aw, Carlos tells her that her parents are dead to him too! Besties! Carlos reassures her that everyone loves her because they DO

Mary and John drive and look disconsolate. They plot revenge, and plan to find DEAN WINCHESTER OUR BEST BOY

#spnwin spoilers #spn 1x11 #you've got a friend #spnwin season 1 #spnwin thoughts #john winchester #mary campbell #carlos cervantez #millie winchester #dean winchester #latika dar #latika desai

[postersdecinema]

Feios, Porcos e Maus

(Brutti, Sporchi e Cattivi)

I, 1976

Ettore Scola

8/10

Miséria Suburbana

Quase cinquenta anos depois, este retrato hiper-realista e impiedoso da miséria dos bairros de lata, dos arredores das grandes cidades, no caso da capital italiana, permanece vivo e impressionante, na sua crueza visceral.

Na altura, Scola, como Pasolini antes dele, procuravam, sobretudo, denunciar esta miséria suburbana, como um produto da sociedade capitalista e das desigualdades por ela geradas. Escassos doze anos volvidos, e antes mesmo da queda da União Soviética e dos regimes comunistas dela dependentes, Kusturica filmava o fluxo miserável dos ciganos e de outros desfavorecidos do socialismo da Jugoslávia, da Bulgária ou da Roménia, rumo à mendicidade, à prostituição e ao crime, nos bairros de lata italianos, em O Tempo dos Ciganos.

Hoje, parece evidente que esta chaga, que durou quase toda a segunda metade do século XX, foi originada por fenómenos migratórios massivos, internos e externos, que se seguiram à segunda guerra mundial.

Presentemente, o problema passa sobretudo pela migração sul/norte, para a Europa e Estados Unidos, que vai sendo atenuada através da intervenção estatal, no alojamento provisório e repatriamento de muitos migrantes, não evitando, ainda assim, situações dramáticas, que fazem lembrar, por vezes, a miséria da Europa do pós-guerra.

Um clássico social, que vale sempre a pena rever.

Suburban Misery

Almost fifty years later, this hyper-realistic and ruthless portrait of the misery of the slums, the outskirts of the big cities, in the case of the Italian capital, remains alive and impressive, in its visceral rawness.

At the time, Scola, like Pasolini before him, sought, above all, to denounce this suburban misery, as a product of capitalist society and the inequalities it generated. But barely twelve years later, and even before the fall of the Soviet Union and the communist regimes dependent on it, Kusturica filmed the miserable flow of gypsies and other underprivileged people, from socialism, in Yugoslavia, Bulgaria or Romania, towards begging, prostitution and crime, in the Italian slums, in Time of the Gypsies.

Today, it seems clear that this wound, which lasted for most of the second half of the 20th century in Europe, was caused by the massive, internal and external, migration phenomena, that followed the Second World War.

At present, the problem mainly involves south/north migration, to Europe and the United States, which is being attenuated through state intervention, in the temporary accommodation and repatriation of many migrants, not avoiding, even so, dramatic situations, which remind us, sometimes, the misery of post-war Europe.

A social classic, always worth revisiting.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

The Real Meaning of the 'Please Come to Brazil' Meme

Dive deeper into the meme and the effects of cultural imperialism on Brazil as a Global South country, forgotten or overlooked by musicians and pop artists.

[Image description: illustration of a Brazilian flag with the blue circle replaced by a monochromatically blue image of Alaska Thunderfuck wearing Carnaval outfit in her “Come To Brazil” music video; on the image it’s written “Please come to Brazil.]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that you will find, on any YouTube video and any Instagram or Twitter post by a celebrity, at least one comment with the words “Please Come to Brazil.” The ubiquitousness of the phrase to the ecology of the internet can be summed up by a version of the Mike Wazowski Explaining Things meme in the metal music community on Reddit: Mike is the guy always explaining why their favorite band has to visit Brazil in the comments. The same meme could be applied to most, if not all, fandoms.

It all started as a plea from a fan: Brian Feldman traces the phrase to a 2008 exchange between a fan and French entrepreneur and blogger Loïc Le Meur on Twitter. This first tweet went unanswered, but soon other Brazilian fans started tweeting at their favorite artist with the invitation. “It became a catchphrase fans post on their favorite artists’ pages,” says Viktor Chagas, a professor at Fluminense Federal University and a member of the website Museu de Memes (Meme Museum), a curatorial space for Brazilian memes funded by his university. “[Brazilian fans] start addressing their favorite artists and demand a performance in Brazil.”

The catchphrase morphed into collective action. Fans started flooding their favourite pop stars’ social media pages with posts begging for a visit to Brazil. This trend coincided with the growth of crowdfunding platforms like Queremos!, where fans can crowdfund a performance by their favorite bands and artists. The platform boasts of bringing bands like Vampire Weekend and Foster the People to Brazil during a time where Brazilians’ buying power was booming. From 2000 to 2012, Brazil was one of the fastest-growing major economies in the world, with an average annual GDP growth rate of over 5%. Before, Brazil was a rare destination for bands and pop stars but the country’s economic growth transformed it into a desirable and profitable location to perform—thus legitimizing the persistent request.

Over the years, the meaning of the phrase became more complex and layered. Fabrício Andrietta, a content creator and video maker who has contributed to the Please Come to Brazil Instagram page since 2013, tracks the meme back to Tumblr where Brazilian fans were “mocked by gringos because Brazilians were always begging their idols to come to Brazil.” The earnestness of the request came across as cringey to non-Brazilians. “The gringos appropriated it to make fun of us, and we took it back and now we use it to make fun of ourselves,” Andrietta explained. The reclamation transformed the meme into a self-deprecating inside joke that articulates Brazilian culture and seeks validation from international icons. “[Please Come to Brazil] became a meta meme about the imaginary of Brazilian culture,” Chagas said. “The idea of coming to Brazil becomes an articulation of the relationship between Brazilians and international artists, which is what we call complexo de vira-latas.” 

More recent iterations of “Please Come to Brazil” shift from “subaltern negotiation” to an affirmation of Brazilian culture. The plea morphed into tongue-in-cheek memes that showcase the strangest and funniest parts of Brazilian culture, as if saying: In Brazil, we don’t have much, but we love it here and so should you. “It’s as if we moved on from complexo de vira-lata and into an affirmation of our culture, an affirmation of the culture in the Global South, because we know how to laugh at ourselves,” Chagas explains. 

Continue reading.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #memes #funny posts #culture #good news #(not exactly good news because there are some parts explaining not pleasant things) #(but the article in general is so feel good i will include it on the good news tag) #mod nise da silveira

[sabraeal]

Desert & Reward, Chapter 11

[Read on AO3]

Written for @jj-carstairs​, who was the second to blackout her AnS Fic Rec Bingo board! And with this, I am finished with this particular set of obligations...and moving swiftly onto the next....

For a wedding that is supposed to be small, intimate, and most of all secret, there sure are a lot of chairs crushed into the throne room.

“It’s not really a secret,” Zen tells him, contrary to literally every dire royal imperative Obi’s heard thus far. “Or it is, but only as much as anything can be a secret.”

Considering how many he’s prepared to take to the grave, Obi would beg to differ. But he tugs at his collar instead, slumping down onto the dais with palpable misery.

“Don’t fuss,” Sir chides cheerfully. “You look just fine.”

“I look like a present wrapped to within an inch of its life.” And with no one to open it. Obi grimaces, avoiding a glance at M-- Zen’s shoes. This definitely wasn’t the audience to air that particular grievance.

Sir’s mouth only bends into a smile. “There are worse things for a groom to be on his wedding day.”

“You’re right!” Obi's grin settles into something more tooth than toothsome. “I could be stabbed instead.”

That winsome smiles flips right around. “I haven’t stabbed a groom.”

“Obi!” Zen scolds, far too innocent. He hazards a glance at him, not missing the too-wide eyes, the twitching lips. “Mitsuhide wouldn’t be so rude to stab a man at his wedding.”

The big guy nods, solemn. “Yes, thank you--”

“Only one of his guests.”

“Zen!”

Zen sidesteps Sir’s advance, slipping right up the dais to put Obi smack dab between the both of them. Clever plan; Sir would never risk hitting a non-combatant.

Too bad for him; Obi’s never missed a chance to throw himself into the fray. “Be fair, M-- Zen.” The name sticks in his mouth, stumbling out only when he ushers it through his teeth. Terrible, how that almost ruins the joke. “He’s never attempted violence at a wedding. Only an engagement party.”

“You’re right.” Zen’s warmed to the topic now, voice litling into sing-song. “And at my brother’s engagement instead of--”

“All right, I think you’ve both had your fun,” the big guy informs them, shoulders hunched. “There’s no reason we have to keep talking about it.”

“Aw, come on now, sir,” Obi wheedles, knitting his fingers beneath his chin. “You can’t blame a man for wondering how much blood he’ll get to keep on his w-w--” no matter how hard he tries, the word wont’ come, a stubborn mule hauled up at the end of his tongue-- “at the altar.”

Sir’s eyes dart down to him, serious brow all furrowed, mouth pulled into the sort of frown that says things instead of quietly ponders, but Zen--

Well, he can always rely on his master to miss a misstep. “Well, at least Mitsuhide saved Hisame from having to lose it on his wedding night instead.”

That gets the big man’s attention, his chest already expanding with protest, and Obi takes the distraction with both hands, jumping up to ask, “Well, sir, if you’d save me the trouble too, I guess I’d thank you for it.”

“Obi,” he admonishes, “Shirayuki would never stab you.”

“Even if you deserved it,” Master adds, so helpful. “Besides, you might not be her first choice--” he doesn’t have to say who would fill that particular slot-- “but you’re a more preferable husband than Raj.”

“What a ringing endorsement.” The doors dwarf Kiki, even though she only stands beneath the open one, one brow raised to dubious heights. Even in her finery-- which Obi can admit is very fine-- her hip’s cocked like she’s on the other side of the training grounds and not the end of an aisle.

“Aw, come on now, Miss Kiki.” He jumps to his feet, grin already teasing up a corner of his lips. “What girl could resist a man who didn’t kidnap her?”

She saunters down the runner, blue and gold a river beneath her slippers, and smirks. “I suppose the ones who would rather a man that didn’t try to kill her.”

“Kill!” He slaps a hand to his chest. “Such a strong word. I prefer discourage.”

Mainly since that’s what the agreement was: strongly discourage-- what they called intimidation, in the business-- the young redheaded guest from overstaying her welcome. Undue violence or spectacle would cut the amount of coin in half, and oh, it’d been a long time since Obi had seen that much dil in one place back then. Lucky thing for Miss that the marquis abhorred a scandal, and Obi had been thinking about a nice steak dinner.

Lucky for him too, it turns out.

“Should I ask what you’re doing?” Kiki calls out, but it’s not to him-- it’s over his shoulder, both brows raised now.

“I, uh...” Obi cranes his neck, watching as Mitsuhide attempts to have this conversation with the wall. “I didn’t know-- you aren’t-- shouldn’t you be with Shirayuki?”

“I was.” Kiki mounts the steps to the dais, teeth peeking through the seam of her lips. “Is there a problem.”

Her tone says, quite clearly, there shouldn’t be.

“Well, um.” Big guy licks his lips, daring a quick glance back, before dedicating himself to the wainscoting again. “You’re not supposed to see, the um, ahhh...”

He flails a hand behind him blindly. A good thing; Sir would never survive seeing their faces.

Zen stares, incredulous. “You’re not the one getting married.”

“And for that case, neither am I.” Kiki clasps a hand around her husband’s shoulder. “Unless there’s something I should know?”

Sir’s red-faced when he peers down, but a shy smile rounding his lips. “You look beautiful.”

“Ah.” Obi never thought he’d live to see the day Kiki Seiran thawed enough to smile with all her teeth, but here he is, minutes away from his own wedding, hosted at the behest of the King of Clarines, and she does. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

There’s a spark in the depth of Big Guy’s dark eyes when he turns to her, mouth poised to riposte--

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Zen asks, harried. “Or are you trying to be a distraction?”

Kiki spins to face him, far too mild as she says, “I didn’t realize there was anything to distract from.”

“Of course there is.” At her expectant look, he provides, “We were having some, ah, bonding time. Just us men. Giving advice. Before, you know, he’s no longer a bachelor.”

“Please,” Obi begs, “distract away.”

“Well then.” Kiki turns to him now, face placid but eyes alight, and informs him, “You are needed in the vestibule.”

He blinks. “What? Why?”

Her mouth curves. “Oh, I’m sure you can come up with a few reasons.”

He can’t. Or, really, there’s too many, all jittering together at too many angles for one to rise to the top, leaving his mind as empty as the moment a bass bell stops ringing-- not the absence of sound, but its echo.

It’s not until he sees that scholarly slouch, that hair so tousled it circles back around to something approaching orderly, that he realizes-- Lata is here. Lata is here, and oh, they have a lot to talk about.

“Stop.”

His heels skid to a halt on instinct; one he’s grateful for when Her Majesty, belly bulging, bustles around Lata’s lanky frame, pretty brow just the slightest bit furrowed. She points one slender finger to a corner hedged in by a screen. “Stand right there.”

Obi knows better than to ask questions, but he does anyway. “Wh--?”

“Do as you’re told,” she says, fists perching at where her hips would be, if the heir of Clarines wasn’t currently occupying them. Despite her fancy get up, it comes out less like a queen and more like a bossy older sister, not above twisting arms if it’ll get her way.

It moves him. One foot, then the other, boot heels clacking together at attention. She nods, quick, approving. “Good. Now don’t move.”

A thrill goes down his spine, and he...really doesn’t want to think about what that says about him. Something he already knew, probably.

“All right.” Her Majesty steps back, a thoughtful frown marring her mouth. “Now ask your questions.”

Finally. “Wh--?”

“Obi?”

His head swivels toward the screen, heart leaping into his throat. “Miss?”

One foot sneaks out, trying to pivot him but--

Her Majesty clucks her tongue. “Now, now, sir. There will be no peeking.”

He freezes, wide-eyed. “Peeking?”

The queen favors him with a smile that is both gentle and mischievous, and honestly, he doesn’t know why anyone’s still afraid of His Majesty when Her Majesty is right there, looking like that. “A groom cannot see his bride on their wedding day.”

He almost protests-- it’s only Miss, after all; with her sense of propriety, he’s seen her any which way but naked. But--

But in an hour, she’ll be his Missus. No, his lady. Because he’s the groom. She’s the bride.

He must do an awful job on tamping down his rising horror, since Her Majesty adds, so helpful, “Especially when she’s in her wedding gown.”

His neck snaps to the screen-- the screen made out of paper so thin, so delicate, that a good lamp might cast a real show. He’d known a few girls who made a living off that, a nice shadow and some lighting, but-- that’s not the point here. Not when Miss is sitting on the other side of this thing, wrapped up in the fancy dress she’s going to walk down the aisle in.

Bad luck she’ll be walking towards him in it.

He squints at the vague, Miss-like shape the ambient light gives-- definitely not the crisp image he’s seen with red ones-- and frowns. “I guess I won’t be the first one to say you look nice today, huh?”

“Oh.” There’s a laugh bubbling beneath the sound, like a pebble in a brook. “No, I’m afraid I’ve been told at least five times already.”

He tilts his head back, crown scrubbing against the wall. “Ah, so this is what it’s like, being the one you’re dressing up for.”

Her breath catches. It’s a soft sound; one he’s not even certain he hears until Her Majesty turns her attention toward the other side of the screen. One brow arches with a level of amusement he’s glad she’s not gleaning from him. “I was under the impression you had a question, Shirayuki?”

“Ah, right!” He can see her hands waving, fingers spread, right by where her chin should be. “Obi, why is Lata here?”

Miss never speaks but to say things softly, sweetly, but even she has to exert an herculean effort not to draw a point with the word Lata.

The man himself frowns, the contemplative lines bracketing his mouth rounding into a pair of cross parentheses. “We just went over this.”

“Ah, I know.” Miss wearily holds onto her buoyant tone like flotsam in a wreck. “I just...don’t quite understand.”

“I don’t see what so difficult about it.” His arms fold across his chest, the velvet of his coat rumpling into mossy hillocks. Kiki was right-- the green does go well with the gold. If only Yori’d let him wear it. “Your father cannot, without causing a diplomatic incident by breathing in a foreign court, be in evidence. Therefore, I must stand in his stead.”

“Yes, that part I understand,” she says in her infinitely patient way, that kind that makes Her Majesty’s lips quiver. “I just don’t understand why.”

Lata’s face crumples with frustration. “It’s traditional.”

Miss hesitates. He can’t hear her mouth working-- those sounds are too soft to travel so far-- but he knows it is, just as her hands are behind the screen. “But, Lata, you hate tradition.”

“I do,” he allows-- because it’s true-- but adds, “but this is a familial duty.”

Obi’s heart stutters right in his chest. This really isn’t the time to be getting into all this. To try to explain-- “Sir--”

“Familial duty?” Miss manages, a whole octave higher than usual. “How--?”

“Yes,” Lata interrupts, clearly tired of rehashing a conversation he’s already solved in his head. “And one cannot shirk a duty to their family, no matter how ridiculous it is.”

Her outline shivers on the screen, parts of her fading and coming into focus in turns, like she’s moved her whole body. The shape of her head is strange, ovalish toward the top instead of round-- she’s tilting it. There’s a question trying to make its way out of her, and he knows every word of it, he just has to hope--

“Besides,” Lata coughs, straightening the hem of his waistcoat. “My mother would be quite cross.”

All right, well, now Obi had questions. But those can keep, if Miss’s stunned silence is any indication.

“You know, Miss,” he hums, voice pitched low to carry to her ears only. “Suzu’s here too, if you’d like another option.”

“Suzu’s here?” she echoes, the confusion stark in her voice. “But how did he...?”

Obi’s mouth curls into a grin. “He came in with Lata last night.”

“This morning.” Lata clears his throat, really giving that coat a good tug. “And he didn’t come with me, he attached himself to me, and I chose not to leave him in a drift outside of Oriold.”

“But...why?” Miss hesitates as she speaks, like she’s half put together a puzzle only to realize pieces are missing. “I thought no one was supposed to know about the wedding.”

Obi grins. “Outside of His Majesty’s three hundred most bosom companions, of course.”

He doesn’t need to see Miss to feel her glare, not when it’s reflected so fully in the flat look Her Majesty gives him. “What sort of message would it send if word spreads that the crown had Margravine Entaepode married to the Marquis Conti with any less in attendance?”

He holds back a huff of a laugh. Of course Her Majesty would see it like that-- the date was just details compared to the shame of having anything less than the whole of Clarines’ court to witness their nuptials.

“To answer your question,” Lata continues, fluster and frustration eddying around his eyes, “I think my family name does afford me some considerations in this matter.”

Obi’s grateful he doesn’t expound on what, exactly, those may be. “The rest of them heard about it and drew lots to see who came as his plus one.”

“There is no such thing,” Her Majesty says, firm as steel, in the same moment Lata complains, “Well, I never said they could.”

There’s a pause before Miss says, voice thin, “So everyone in Lillias, they all...?”

“Know about your happy occasion?” Lata offers ruefully. “I would say so.”

“Suzu’s here as his valet.” He has to bite down on the impulse to tell her about Yori’s horror as he watched Suzu give the footmen instructions like I don’t know, over there, somewhere, and nah, just leave those in the trunk, the folds will come out on their own, right?

It’s not the time for stories. Especially ones where she won’t even know who he’s talking about.

“Oh. Oh my.” Miss sounds faint behind the paper. “Yuzuri is going to be so upset.”

“Oh, no.” Lata shifts, impatient. “She’s upset right as we speak.”

Miss whimpers.

“Don’t worry, Miss,” he murmurs, leaning close enough to brush the paper. “You won’t be the only one she puts a stripe on.”

“Obi...” For a moment, he thinks she’s scolding him, but her shadow moves, and the paper bows out, her hand pressed against it.

He hesitates, the paper whispering over his palm before he lays it on hers. Her warmth is muted but familiar, easing the careening pace of his pulse. “We’ll make it all right after we get through this.

And you’re safe, he doesn’t add. Doesn’t need to, with the way her fingers tense against his. “Lata just has to get you down there--”

She balks, softly, a noise made only for him. He grins. “What’s the matter? Isn’t he the father of our little Lyrias family?”

“I think that would be Shidan,” she murmurs. “He’s more like...a distant uncle.”

Obi grins. “Who pays for lunch?”

Miss doesn’t reply, but he can feel her look through the screen. “I am perfectly capable of walking myself down a runner.”

Her Majesty hums a note of disagreement. “Perhaps. But it would be an unorthodox choice, and one that would carry...implications.”

Miss makes a frustrated noise. “Implications?”

“That I didn’t approve,” Lata explains, creating far more inconvenient questions than concrete answers.

“How--?”

“Well, I suppose we could always ask Master,” Obi offers, too cheerful. “Or maybe Elder Highness--?”

“Ah!” Shirayuki yelps, snatching her hand from the screen. “No. That’s-- it’s fine. Lata is a...fine choice.”

Obi returns to the throne room with a sense of relief; with only minutes left until the ceremony starts, there’s no time for any more unexpected developments. Not unless Prince Raj himself arrives mid-vows to stop the wedding.

At least, so he thinks, until he realizes: the throne is not empty.

Master is beside it, put-upon as he always is, and right on the velvet tuft reserved for the royal ass is--

Well, the royal ass itself.

“Marquis,” His Majesty hums, “you’re here, finally. Congratulations.”

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes wide. “Why...?”

“To marry you, of course.” He smiles, mouth wide. “It is the pleasure of a liege to do so for his vassals.”

“But Zen is my...” His words trail off when he looks in Zen’s eyes, when he remembers at just whose behest that title of immediate knight had come from. Immediate knight, a man who served the family royal, and above all...

...The king. Even without his lordly title, Obi was Izana Wisteria’s dog, lowly mutt among the hounds he may be. And with it...

He grit down his teeth. “Fuck.”

The king’s mouth flashes teeth. “Well, now that we’re all up to speed,” he says, drawing up to his full height. “I think it’s time we begin.”

He has scarcely finished talking, when the horns blare from the balconies. It hits him all at once; this is it. He’s going to be married.

If only either of them actually wanted it.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #desert and reward #ans #every single one of these wedding chapters is me mentally screaming #as i have to push back CERTAIN THINGS #because i got OTHER THINGS to handle first #but if you are looking at Lata and wondering... #rest assured...obi knows #but you and shirayuki do not #(but you will both find out SOON)

[lifeofbouyd]

Mother-in-law

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder if I made the right decisions. Like, did I do the right thing by leaving her? What if we were still together, what would our kids look like? Maybe I think about it too much or maybe I didn’t think about it enough. But I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks about things like these. We all have that one “X” we wonder about sometimes.

“Sometimes mi think mi salt to rass eno”. But at the end of the day, it is what it is. I had seen this chick a few times while I was in sixth grade, but I had never gotten a chance to say hi. She’d either turn her head away whenever she saw me or looked right through me when our eyes met. I left my school early several times just so I could see her in the evenings. If you asked me, she was my girlfriend long before I even knew her name. I stalked her for weeks before her stupid ass boyfriend decided I should stop coming to see her. Like, who the fuck he think he is? I was checking out his girl and he be cockblocking. Nigga had the audacity to collar me, threaten me then shove my face off. I warned him, fixed my collar and acted like he didn’t shove my face off. Thinking he would walk away feeling like a winner. Instead, he thought I turned the other cheek. Again he shoved my face off, this time I almost fell. With my temper in my head and my blood boiling in my veins, I used him to uninstall half the bathroom decor. Tucked my shirt in and walked out. Walking like I owned the place. I was approached by at least twelve of his friends with all of who had sticks and stones. Call me a fool if you want but I ran for my life. Through the gate and over the bushes. As much as I wanted her I didn’t think she was worth the trouble at the time. After all, there’s no way I could win that fight. I called it a loss and dodged that side of town completely.

I hadn’t seen her for about three years so I had forgotten completely. Out of sight out of mind as they would always say. My brother invited me to a party one evening. Claiming there will be girls waiting for me. Of course I went, I had nothing else to do. I got dressed up and pulled up like we owned the place. So many girls I didn’t even know who to talk to. I had to be easing them off.

Bro: Yow bro, I got a girl I want you to meet.

Me: How she look?

Bro: Come and see

I went with expectations of meeting anyone, as I had no idea who I was gonna meet.

Bro: Meet Chin

At the time her back was turned so I anticipated her face. She looks pretty from back but when she turned to say hi I almost fainted. I couldn’t even talk.

Chin: I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. Do you know me? I stood there in amazement, looking at her from head to toe. Are you ok?

In my mind, I answered her several times but in reality, my mouth scratched like an old tape.

She couldn’t help but laugh when I finally said hi. After standing there for so long even I thought I was dumb. We talked and talked and talked some more about shit I don’t even remember. Within minutes we knew everything about each other. Just like that, she became my girlfriend. We exchanged numbers as I was about to leave and received a kiss on the cheek. Overwhelmed with excitement I couldn’t even sleep that night. I finally got the girl I wanted so badly. We spent most of our nights on the phone and texted right throughout the day. I was head over heels for her, balls deep in love. I couldn’t even sleep if we were mad. For a week we arranged link ups to take her virginity but something always came up. She could hardly ever leave the house so I decided I’d go take her virginity there. Her mom was cool but sure as hell she was no fool. She realized what I was up to from early and she tried everything in her power to stop it. Whenever I came by she’d ensure she found something for her to do or try to insult her so I wouldn’t like her. The harder she fought me out, the harder I tried. Funny thing about this, she kept calling me son-in-law to my face then. I was baring the name and not playing the game.

Eventually, she went to the market one weekend, leaving her to oversee her younger siblings. I had nothing but myself holding me back that day and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop my own progress. As soon as night fell I was in her bed. Kissing on her neck, grabbing on her ass, hickeys on her breast, hickeys on her sides. I slowly rubbed my tongue along her shoulder while squeezing her nipples. I made her beg me to take her virginity. With gentle rubs and soft strokes, I stole her virginity. She “meowed” like a cat and moved like a snake until she vibrated like a phone. Somehow her grandmother saw me leaving in the morning and that was a whole “nother” drama. She got beaten so bad I thought she was stung by a bee. They wanted her to retrieve her virginity as if it was something she could pop back in. They were under her skin, trying to find out who’d run away with the prize. No matter what they said or threatened to do, she never ratted me out. I didn’t see her until weeks after that. Looking freshly painted and even thicker than the last time I had seen her. Again she invited me over. It would seem she had forgotten that twenty-eight inch machete across her body. Either way, I was dying to fuck her so of course I showed up. Just as I was about to leave her stepfather came. Knocking the door as if he was a police. I dodged under the bed with the twenty eight inch machete, premeditating to slap the shit out of him if he caught me. After trying to convince her to leave me he left. He claimed her mother hated my guts and wanted me thrown in juvie. I fucked her again and again before spitefully falling asleep. I passed her mother on the road while going home and again she called me her handsome son in-law. Asking when last I had seen her daughter as if she thought I was a fool. I played it cool. Acting like I was unaware of her “fuckery”.

She hated me so much she got her a man. Now that’s just fucked up. Crushing my dream like that and she still had the guts to call me her son-in-law. I wanted to slap her so hard so many times and I wanted to slap her daughter for taking the bate. For months I never spoke to her. Acting as if she never existed. I was doing fine till her boyfriend said no one could take his girl, even if they tried. I wanted to hit them where it hurts. Her, Her mom, stepdad, grandma, and boyfriend. I spent weeks premeditating my revenge. Finally, I caught her alone one night in her grandmother’s washroom. I didn’t even wait for an invitation. I banged her hard against the machine causing her to scream. We ended up in his bedroom in her grandma’s house where I banged her till my heart was pleased. I walked out of his room fixing up my clothes only to see her grandma and mom sitting in the living room. They had this what the fuck just happened kinda look on their face. They thought it was her boyfriend inside. With a smirk on my face, I said good evening like I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Me: Mother-in-law, lata eno.

I could see her heart melt in her chest as I stepped through the door and that made me feel like I had won. Her grandma couldn’t even talk. And as for her boyfriend who was playing music outside, he almost fainted when he saw me. He knew what just happened and he knew he had lost his bet. All that talk about his girlfriend. A total waste of time. Would you believe he chased me all the way home? Threatening to punch me in the face for fucking his girl on his bed. I had nothing on me at the time so of course I ran like a coward. Her mom beat her purple and he punched her in the eye. This made me furious, I wanted to kill them. I grabbed the machete I had taken from them months back and jumped on my bike. I rode breathless to her house to defend her. He came out like he was don, the kingpin, the big man. He attacked me with a bread knife and in seconds he was on his back. I raised the machete to off with his head but she begged me not to kill him. I punched him in the face several times before escaping in nearby bushes on my bike. it was the talk of the town as I had brought them shame. I dodged that side for months before going back and when I did, it was just the same again. I’d fuck her whenever, wherever and there’s nothing her mom could do about it. Eventually, she gave up. She realized there was no stopping us from being together. Life was good, but like everything else in my life, I fucked that up too. I don’t even remember why or how we broke up after going through so much shit back then. We planned on having kids and getting married. Somewhere along the line life happened. No wedding, no kids, no communication. Just an “X” mother-in-law who will always hate me.

Over the years I’ve realized that there will always be someone trying to fuck things up for you. But if you really want it, do everything in your power to have it. Enjoy life a little. Make memories, make mistakes and have no regrets.

[myrealdish]

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#heladocasero #traderjoes #smoothie #smoothies #batidasaludable #veganfoodshare #postresaludable #vegansofig #vegana #vegan #foodblogger #healthystart #healthyfoodporn #healthydessert #dairyfreeicecream #nicecream #desayunodehoy #comidacasera #vitamixrecipes #traderjoesfinds #veganfollow #foodie #allergicfoodie

[chaptersofkalani-blog]

“Here Kitty, Kitty”

CHAPTER 9

"I appreciate it Channaa...Sorry for bothering you and everyone so early.." Kalani peered out the taxi's window as she spoke on the phone, looking for any sign of Kat in her pastel pink."No...nothing yet...Lemme know when you guys make it out...Yeah..later" she hung up, looking at the taxi's meter. She was burning through the Paris funding and could care less. "Zis iz as far as I can go, mademoiselle." The taxi driver looked to her with pity "We have certain routes where we can only go so far...Apologizes."

Great, Kalani thought, paying the driver before exited "Kat...where are you...?" the cold air whipped around Kalani and a few pedestrians as she walked forward. Stopping a few here and there asking them if they had seen Katiana showing a picture of her she had taken recently before she left with Aure. Everyone either shrugged or shook their heads no. Hope and silent prayers were the only thing holding her together, she just hoped Kat was somewhere warm, making her way past a cluster of closed stores. A loud scream snapping her out of thought. "Kat?!" she'd call out running towards where the scream had come from. Another scream this time not as high but more masculine. "Kat!!!??"

"I said no you creepasaurous rex!!" Kat hollered elbowing the man in his gut as he reached for her. Causing him to cry out in pain "You said I could use your CELL phone and you just happen to leave it in your motel room! I'm maybe goofy at times but I'm no dumb, dumb! Bugger off numb nuts! The man straightened up quickly, brushing off his jacket before turning his focus back to her "Awww little mon cherie, no need to be feisty...The phone is in my room, on the charger as promised." nodding his head towards the building ahead before stepping behind and circling his arms around her "You should show more appreciation to those that help you, how many people have you run to for help before meeting me hmmm?" grinding  his pelvis along Kat's rear as he whispered in her hear, his breath laced with alcohol and nicotine. "Ew!!!! GET OFF you cringesicle!!!" Katiana shudder from disgust trying to break free "Kat!" Kalani cried out, sucking in a few gasp of air from being winded "Nini!!" Kat squealed relieved to see a familiar face, she quickly shoved off the asshole that tried to paw at her "Nini, I'm sorry! I won't ever step out for fresh air ever again!" running towards her friend and leaping into her arms "I didn't feel good and... and...I got lost and..and I tried calling you but my phone died! And I couldn't understand anyone and.. and.." "Hey, hey it's okay..." kissing the top of her forehead before hugging her tightly, letting out a soft chuckle. "I'm so glad you're okay kat...please...don't scare me like that again.." Kat would wail "I'm sorry nini, I'm really sooorry.." "Tsk zuch an adventure and you don't include that you met me my little cherie? I'm hurt and after I tried to help you." the two parted from their hug, Kat glaring at the stranger ahead "You're so not worth mentioning, you creep!" she'd turn away clutching at Kalani's arm "Nini can we go home pleeease..?" Kalani stared the man down as he smirked at her "Yeah..let's go..." turning to escort Kat back home The man sneered, obviously annoyed he was interrupted from having some future fun. "Ahhh lezbian love, pity you wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it fell right into your laps. I take it no threesome?" he'd shout after them. "Oh, I can tell you what the fuck I'd do with it!" Kalani would say whipping around and shrugging Kat off in the process. Rage burning clearing in her eyes. "Nini don't.." "I'd take said dick and shove it so far up your ass it'd have no choice but to make it's way up your body at out through your mouth for you to happily suck on, you piece of shit. Don't think I didn't see your grimy ass all over my friend, I'm trying to be very civil right now, don't...make me fuck...you...up. "Oooh so scary." The man would chuckle flipping both girls the bird "Typical American filth coming in vith your violent nature, take you and you're little gay " friend" and begone." finishing his words before spitting against Kalani's shirt "Dyke trash."

[Aure's POV] *A scream from the distance* Aureliana looked around then to Theo that sounded like Kat. Another scream this time a man's. "Theo let's go!" sprinting off towards the screams in her heels leaving him in the dust again to catch up. Theo shook his head amazed at how she could dash off in such footwear and here he was rying to keep up in sneakers "Aureliana...wait!!" [End of POV]

Katiana gasped watching the spit sail from the man's mouth onto Kalani "Uh...oh.."

Time seemed to stand still as Kalani stared down at her shirt, before finally looking to the man who was smirking with a cocked brow "Iz there a problem american?" 

"Yeah...I'm Hawaiin dip shit." Kalani finished before sending her fist forward connecting with the man's face. A sickening crunch followed as his nose caved in agaisnt her knuckles. The man howled in pain covering his face "You bit-" not able to finish his sentence as a fist slammed into his gut causing him to retch and drop to his knees.

"Nini stop!" Kat called out to her, but she was speaking on deaf ears. Watching Kalani raise her foot before sending it forward crashing against the side of the man's face. He went toppling down staggering "Vait!" he cried out trying to regain himself blinding waving his hands trying avoid further blows.

Kalani ignored him, knocking his hands aside grabbing at his throat in a death grip "I'm sorry vhat were you saying?" mocking his accent as she squeezed at his neck raising a fist to strike him again.

"Please I waz...am..drunk I beg of you, diz never happened.." he slurred through the blood that pooled his mouth.

"Nini please you're gonna kill him, I don't want you to go to prison in Paris!" Kat would chim in after coming out of her shocked state.

"Y..Y..yes vat she said I will report nothing I wash my hands of this!" he flinched as the fist stopped mere inches from his eye that wasn't black yet.

"Wash your hands huh.." Kalani chuckled darkly, the man gulped in response "Well then...allow me to help you with that." Without another word Kalani roughly jacked the man up by his clothes, causing him to yelp in surprise "Enjoy the rinse fetus fucker!" tossing the man face first into the fountain ahead. She'd laugh as he splashed around struggling to get out.

"Ah...I need a break..." previous rage melting away replaced with exhaustion, she'd sink to her knees tempted to take a nap right then and there after everything that happened.

"Kalani..." Kat would say taking timid steps around Kalani until she was infront of her before crouching

"Hm...?" Kalani replied looking up with tired eyes Kat frowned leaning forward and hugging Kalani, the thought of how this was all her fault and none of this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been so foolish "Let's go home nini..." 

"Katiana!? Kalani!?" Aureliana yelled out to the two "Oh thank gawd it is ya'll!" Theo running in close behind.

"Miss Aure!" Kat would wave with a free hand keeping a dozing Kalani upright with the other.

"What hap...never mind.." taking a quick glance at the man in the fountain. "I know enough to know we needa bounce." Looking to Theo "Go get your car..I ain't getting arrested in Paris. Run now..questions lata." "Thank you miss Aure...that sounds like a good plan.." Kat would mutter looking down at Kalani, hestitantly reaching out to stroke her cheek as she slept against her "I'm sorry nini, so much for a magical stay in paris huh...?"

#sims 4 story #the sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #sims 4 roleplay #the sims 4 roleplay

[wordmasterwordsmith]

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[drsilverfish]

Legend of a Mind 1x05 The Winchesters - Holy Ghost Dean as Therapeutic Narrator

I’m just catching up, on my delayed British-time watching, so I haven’t jumped in to see what everyone else has been posting yet, but you’ve got to have been screaming at the TV during this episode, as a Supernatural fan, right?

A Djinn, the SPN creature which can enter and alter dreams (whilst it feeds on the blood of those it has enthralled) takes John (and us) into Mary’s mind to face her deepest trauma: 

First to a younger self traumatised by slaughtering a were-wolf boy (who turned back into human form and begged Mary not to kill him)::

Then to an even younger self, who’d just been told monsters were real by her hunter parents, and that she would have to grow up learning how to kill them::

Mary expresses how that took away her choices, and was fundamentally traumatising for her:

And John Winchester, John freaking Winchester, who traumatised Sammy and Dean the same way, recognises that trauma and says:

Then Mary gets to tell her younger self this:

My theory that The Winchesters is a therapeutic narrative in which Holy Ghost Narrator Dean gets to re-write his family trauma, feels like it’s manifesting. 

Dean, who took years to un-learn the black-and-white view of humans vs monsters his father taught him... And here we are in an episode where Tony the part-human, part-Djinn boy is a “monster” who isn’t, who helps people (and now a love interest for Lata). 

Dean, who didn’t get a version of John Winchester who recognised hunting and monsters were inappropriate for child-Dean. And here we are, with a version of John Winchester who can see that.

Dean, who would have saved himself so much pain and self-loathing, if he’d been able to talk kindly to his younger self and acknowledge how scared he was, as a kid, and as a young adult. And here Mary is able to do that for herself (at around the same age Dean was at the start of Supernatural). 

And, if we remember that SPN was playing consciously with the narrative form of the ouroboros by the end (the circular narrative which ascends as it swallows its tail) this is another turn of the wheel. SPNWin 1x05 Legend of a Mind echoes with the start of the Supernatural narrative (Season 1). 

1x05 Bloody Mary (of course a deliberate name-echo of dead Mary Winchester) is all about mirrors and reflections and guilt:

And look at the mirror images and reflections in the cinematography of SPNWin 1x05 Legend of a Mind, like this one of Ada and her son Tony-the-Djinn:

And this one of John and his mother Millie (note the crack in the mirror):

Both parent-child shots tell us to think about the narrative mirroring between Mary and Dean.

In SPN 1x06 Skin we really see Dean’s self-loathing when he confronts the shapeshifter which has taken his form:

Mary’s therapeutic conversation with her child self in SPNWin 1x05 is the antidote to that self-loathing. 

I realise this post might seem as if it belongs to the “Secret Good Supernatural/ The Winchesters which lives in my head” genre of post, but I do think that what is, on the surface, a cute Scooby-Doo with insectoid aliens show, becomes something else entirely once it is read as a continuation of its parent-text Supernatural. 

And it’s all there (the narrative spiral) in the Dusty Springfield song Windmills of Your Mind which plays out the episode:

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

#Supernatural #The Winchesters #spnwin 1x05 #legend of a mind #The Winchesters meta #The Holy Ghost in the Machine

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x3: Bullet Point Rambles

When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, Boris and Natasha actually get to watch The Winchesters live and create...Bullet Point Rambles <3

My heart is so warmed by the cold open before I remember that this is Supernatural The Winchesters. UGH hands emerge from a bag and snatch a little girl. NO. Just no. NOOOOOOO (Boris: I’ve been watching horror movies all month and I’m desensitized to this)

Lata nudges John to ask Mary out on a daaaate and lord, everyone’s slow on the uptake. Nice try, Lata!

Carlos’s bell bottoms ARE AMAZING

It turns out the kid (Carrie) was Mary’s neighbor and at the crime scene, John reconnects with Betty (oooOOOoo), a cop to whom he awkwardly introduces Mary to as his “friend” “a friend” um

While investigating, Mary wonders what life as a normal kid would have been like. “Being a kid who killed monsters was my only option.”

John wanted to play pro baseball as a kid. (Boris: John never once took his sons to a baseball game. Uh, except for Adam. Can’t forget Adam! John sure didn’t…)

In the Boogeyman lair, it’s a blanket fort filled with children’s toys. Not creepy at all! (Very C R E E P Y)

The girl’s brother Ford is spiraling Dean Winchester style - he was supposed to look after his sister and she got taken. He wants to go after the monster!

Mary and John set out protection charms around the house and tell him they’re part of a monster hunting club and…First rule of monster club: Nobody talks about monster club

A demon tries to get the jump on Carlos and Ada (they’re doing a stakeout) and Carlos gleefully squirts him with his holy water squirt gun. Love him.

Ada convinces Carlos to take the trapped demon “someplace quiet” - smelling some torture in the air tonight

Lata identifies the monster. Bori Baba - the Sack Man (a North Indian monster). He gives people what they were looking for and then steals them. Mary thinks it’s odd that they are encountering more monsters out of the usual North American boogie oogies

John asks if Lata can ask her parents for more lore - we learn that both her parents are dead. John. Foot. Mouth

The sack thwacks down on Ford’s porch and he leaves the protection of the house to check out the sack. The monster drags him inside. 

During the commercial break, we talk about how much we’re enjoying The Winchesters. They’re doing a very good job of capturing the Supernatural monster of the week vibe, with engaging characters and humor

We lay out our bets. Boris thinks Cas or possibly all of TFW will appear on the series by episode 13. Natasha thinks we’ll only see Dean in flashbacks, but we’ll get teased with a future crossover IF ONLY WE BUY MORE EPISODES

John and Mary are back investigating. John awkwardly chats with Betty while Mary checks for Ford at his house. She finds the piece of the Bori Baba’s bag and knows what happened…

John’s SO awkward with Betty. He reminds us very strongly of young Sam. He tells her he got wrapped up with drama about this dad. (Boris hisses, “it’s been fifteen years…”)

Mary calls up John via CB radio and she tells him she’s ready to climb into Bori Baba’s sack. “I’ll kill Bori Baba, you get us outta the sack.” John races for Mary to try to stop her. (Boris: Ooo Dean gets jumping over fences from his dad)

Mary finds her dad’s hat in the sack (Indiana Jones ALWAYS saves the hat). When John gets there, she’s gone and the sack is empty

It’s demon time with Ada and Carlos. She sets the bonsai down before the demon and we learn that demons can be forced to inhabit…plants? I think Ada is playing the demon but anyway, the demon is too scared by the threat of bonsai eternity and spills the info

The Akrida leader is hiding inside a human, a woman

Ada drops a bit of blood in front of the demon and sucks him into the bonsai (DANG) New lore!

John flails at Lata and begs for a way to help Mary. “None of this works without Mary”

Down in the monster’s blanket fort, siblings flee the monster. Suddenly, limbs get hacked off! The monster falls to reveal Mary behind him with a knife and her dad’s hat. LOVE THAT SHOT

Boris is loving the monster! YOU DID IT, show!

We go back to talking about the show and what to expect. We both think a twist is coming but WHAT WHAT IS IT TELL US BUT ALSO DON’T TELL US. Natasha keeps obsessing about Dean’s conversation in Baby about John teaching him to drive in a world where he wasn’t raised as a hunter

Lata talks to someone on the phone and tells them that they can tell her MOM that she’s okay. Well well well

The bag monster leaves pieces of its sack behind and if it all gets destroyed, that’s how to kill it. But first they have to get the kids and Mary out of its lair. To escape, the kids and Mary have to willingly give up the item they thought they lost. (I’m reminded of Charlie having to let go of her mother when she was trapped by the djinn)

John and Lata decide to use a CB radio to try to reach Mary - she hears him in the air … and tracks the radio to a storage compartment. They get the low-down on how to escape

The kids are AMAZING. Carrie rips the head off her bunny and Ford breaks the charm. They immediately disappear. LOL love it. (We literally laughed out loud)

Mary tries to burn her dad’s hat but the lighter won’t work. CURSED with malfunctioning monster lighters, her whole line!

John and Mary speculate on why she can’t burn the hat. John thinks that there’s another thing holding her back. Mary worries that finding her dad means she’s done hunting and “hunting is all I have” She never dreamed she could do anything else. John talks her through it. “It’s time to start dreaming about what’s next”

Mary finally escapes. They all celebrate with hugs and joy when the monster emerges! Lata shoves it, John beheads it, and Carrie kicks it and calls it a “stupid monster”

Betty shows up to close up the police report. She gives him back A RING which is a lot to unpack for us. (Boris: What was he, like 16 when he proposed???)

Mary tells John she’s going to take the evening off of the hunt and we cheer for her. (Boris: My god why are they so cute)

Mary heads to the movie alone. Some random guy hits on Mary at the ticket window and they decide to watch a movie “alone together” -__-

In the background later, Rocket Roxy, a DJ, tells viewers that hellraisers are on their way to Lawrence. In the closing scenes, a scorpion monster from last week creeps in and grabs the bag man’s sack before it burns! It delivers the bag to the DJ. She sucks a red light from the bag into her vial. Dun dun DUN

We love that Mary wasn’t supposed to have agency in Supernatural but this show is allll about exploring that. What did Mary want to do with her life instead of hunting? This was NEVER answered in SPN and we are here for it!

#spnwin spoilers #spnwin 1x03 #you're lost little girl #spnwin season 1 #spnwin thoughts #john winchester #mary campbell #latika desai #carlos cervantez #ada monroe #dean winchester #the winchesters

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> Erizzle: Botha Feferi.

caligulasAquarium [CA] began frontin' cuttlefishculla [CC]

CA, niggaz, better recognize: fef CA: hizzle 

CC: ? 

CA: glizzub 

CC if you gots a paper stack: G-L-to-tha-izzub gliznub! CC: 38) 

CA sho nuff: yizneah CA: hm 

CC: W-)-(-to-tha-izzat be it!!! 

CA: wwhat 

CC: I be wonder'n if yiznou can forego t)(izzle exaggerated emotional t)(eatrics fo` once n actuallizzle tell me w)(at on yo' mizzay gangsta style! 

CA gangsta style: nothins on mah mind wwhy cizzant i just fuckin rap n glub at yizzou fo` a reason i dont H-to-tha-izzavve 

CC: 38|  

CA: wwizzell fine but you dont wwant ta hear it 

CC: Yes I do. Tru niggaz do niggaz. CC mah nizzle: We be suppoze' ta rap ta eac)( ot)(a, t)(at be wizzy moirails be fo`. 

CA: uhuh nigga 

CC: Glub G-L-to-tha-izzub gizzy glub siiiiig)(. CC: W-to-tha-izzill yizzou takes t)(e c)(ip off yo' nub n tell me w)(at tizzy pimp? 

CA: yeah wwell ok since wwizzay be tha PALEST OF PALS A HOMEY CIZZLE EVVA ASK FO` CA: i W-W-to-tha-izzill tizzell you CA: izzle though yizzle W-W-to-tha-izzill only humor me as usual since you dont agree wwith mah izzle CA: any of mah agizzles really CA: Holla! none of tha agizzles CA: nizzy of them 

CC: Be you steppin' wanna be gangsta anot)(er one of t)(eze dumb contraptions? 

CA: sizzee CA: M-to-tha-izzore condescension CA in tha hood: yizzy be goin ta mizzle a H-to-tha-izzell of an empress 

CC aww nah: No I'm nizzot! Bizzy t)(izzay be beside t)(e point. CC: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. None of yo' plots ta kill t)(e land killa evizzle wizzle out, n everizzle doomsdizzle device you git yo' )(aizzy on turns out ta be a pizzay of junk! 

CA: so CA: i gots ta keep tryin thizzle howw all tha bootylicious military mastizzles becizzle bootylicious thriznough upright persevverance 

CC: I T-)-(-to-tha-izzink dizzle dizzle yizzou stack t)(izzese pliznots against you so yizzle fail bizzle you know it W-R-to-tha-izzong. 

CA ta help you tap dat ass: it isnt wwrong CA: im nizzy crack-a-lackin` to izzle it to you again CA: at this point all you nee' ta knizzoww be its important to me CA: Bounce wit me. n im dizzoing it fo` us CA: i mizzean our kizzind CA: nobody understands nizzle evven you 

CC so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: T)(be be t)(e last time I will sizzy t)(izzay. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. CC: W-E AR-E NOT B-ETT-A T)(AN ANYBODY!!!!! CC: GLUB. >38( 

CA: pshh CA: hemospizzle begs to diffa 

CC: If yizzy as sickened by T-)-(-to-tha-izzem as you say, w)(izzay do you sizzy so miznuc)( tizzay on lizzle? CC: Yiznou ciznan't )(ave t)(e sizzort of affizzle fo` "our kind" tizzy you profizzles if you only S-P-to-tha-izzent, w)(iznat... CC: A fizzy dizzay baller, maybe? 'N YO' W)(IZNOL-E LIZZAY ya dig? 

CA so bow down to the bow wow! wwhatevva CA: i havve ta keep an eye on em up here CA: its all 'bout tactics 

CC fo' sheezy: Wizzy 'bout yo' niggaz? Its just anotha homocide. D-ya eva t)(ink 'bout T-)-(-to-tha-izzem? CC: If t)(izney be bizzle)( you t)(en t)(izzey )(ave ta die too. CC spittin' that real shit: N I know you like talk'n ta some of t)(em. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. You say you )(ate t)(em but I t)(iznink you be hatin' fo yo bitch ass! 

CA: history be full of cazes wwhere rappa consort wwizzle memba of tha enemy 'n a mannerlizzle wwizzay before wwipin T-H-to-tha-izzem out CA fo' sheezy: evven gizzay as far as growwin fond a S-to-tha-izzome CA fo yo bitch ass: its only civvilize' 

CC fo' sheezy: Mmm )(mm. CC: I )(ave a fizzle feel'n... CC to increase tha peace: T)(at t)(be stupizzle doomsday mac)(izzle t)(ing be just anot)(a excuze ta consort! CC: Wit)( someone 'n partizzle... Boo-Yaa! 

CA: all your feelizzles are fishy 

CC so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: 38P 

CA: GLUBGLUBGLUBGLUBGLIZZLE 

CC: 38O CC: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. DIZZY YIZNOU GLIZZLE 'N T)(IZZLE TON-E OF GLIZNUB WIT)( M-E SHOT CALLA! Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. 

CA so show some love, niggaz! ill glub 'n wwhatevva dumbass bubbly soundin fishnoize i wizzy ta glub 

CC: O)( S)(IT, you be angl'n fo` SO MUC)( T-R-TO-THA-IZZOUBL-E NOW. 

CA: ok please lets jizzay not git into tha W-W-H-to-tha-izzole fuckin fish pizzay blunt-rollin' again ok CA: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. like wwe get it wwe be nautically thizzle  

CC: )(-E)(-E ok. 38) 

CA: bizzy yeah i dunno CA: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. i dont knoww wwhy she ignizzles me i guess shes just bored wwizzay me CA: wwizne hizzay it all set up for ha to givve me dis th'n tonight that probably doesnt evven wwork bizzut yeah maybe that wwasnt the pizzay CA: i mizzy you think wwe hizzay a pretty G-to-tha-izzood rivvalry goin right CA: or at lizzle hizzay CA: it wwas prizzle fuckin bizzle n contentious fo` a wwhile there n there wwas sizzay good chemistry i dont kizzy wwhiznat happizzle 

CC straight from long beach nigga: Um, I guess? CC yaba daba dizzle: I wizzy really know. CC with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: Sometimes thugz just drift awizzle I t)(ink, or jizzy aren't as into t)(izze quadrizzle as t)(e brotha wants to be. CC in tha dogg pound: So yiznou really t)(ink yo' feel'n fo` )(pusha run tizzy dark now pass the glock?

CA: it dizzle matta like i sizzy shes borizzle shitless CA from tha streets of tha L-B-C: i giznuess im niznot as good a advversizzle as i tizzy 

CC: T)(at be so ridicizzles, izzle gizzirl would be lucky ta )(ave a kismesis as diabolical as yizzay, especizzle T)(AT one. CC: W)(o knows w)(at )(a problizzle be! S)(e )(as issues. 

CA: ehhh CA: wizzy ok thizzay fo` sayin so 

CC: You kizzy, I'm not sizzle w)(y we pusha rap 'bout our romantic aspirations. CC: We s)(ould mizzore often so you betta run and grab yo glock. It be kind of -EXCIT'N! 

CA: shrizzay 

CC: Probably coz yizzou fill yo' gossip qizzuota wit)( yo' nubby )(ornizzle brizzle. CC: Yizzy lizzay not)('n L-to-tha-izzeft ta rap about wizzay)( yo' dear swizzle moirail and yo momma! CC: We be suppoze' ta )(elp eac)( ot)(a wizzle)( t)(at stuff tizzy, rememba. 

CA: maybe CA where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin': seems kinda CA: odd thizzay 

CC: Yo' stupid fis)(izzle face be w)(at odd sho nuff! CC: )(AIZZY YIZZY -EV-A T)(IZNOUG)(T 'BOUT T)(IZZLE?? 

CA: fizzay CA: wwell thoze be my stupid feelins W-W-H-to-tha-izzat 'bout yours CA: sizzle ta me lizzay you git along too wwizzle wwizzay evverybizzle ta be harborin any black sentiments 

CC: Um... CC: Yiznea)( fo yo bitch ass. I can't t)(ink of anybody I feel t)(at way 'bout. 38\ CC: Drop it like its hot. Maybe I be just not old enizzle)( ta )(ave t)(oze feel'n yet? We be sizzy P-R-E-Double-Tizzy young you know. Tru niggaz do niggaz.  

CA: yeah 

CC: So ok. Nigga get shut up or get wet up. T)(oze are yo' black lean'n. CC so bow down to the bow wow! Wizzy 'bout R-ED, ------Eridizzle??? CC: )(MMMMM??????? 38D 

CA: oh god 

CC: Be t)(izzere a lucky lady you be wax'n scarlet fo`? CC: OR LUCKY F-ELLIZZLE but real niggaz don't give a fuck??? 38O 

CA: uh 

CC: Tizzy me! CC: Don't pretizzle y-aw -EMBIZZLE SUDD-ENLY!!! 

CA: ok fef CA: this is NONE OF YO' DIZZAY BUSIZZLE 

CC aww nah: 38o 

CA cuz its a doggy dog world: i giznotta go CA: be back lata wwhizzle its time ta pliznay

caligulasAquarium [CA] ceaze' troll'n cuttlefishculla [CC]

CC fo' sheezy: 38(

> Erizzle: Go git a beverage.

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg2447