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dixonlvr-online · 1 year

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If the world was ending

Hi...back to share this with you before logging off again probably. I wrote most of this back in November, but just finished it today. It's something I'd like to expand on more in the future, adding more memories in to deepen the meaning. Right now the writing bug is evading me, though, so it may be a while.

Miss you all. Miss writing on here. Hope you like this xx

Do whatever you need to get your heads on straight. This is gonna be the fight of our lives.

Earl’s words rang through your ears as you loaded your quiver with arrows. It was still light out; sun beating down on your skin and making the vertigo worse. You’d been in this situation before, many times in fact, but it never got easier. Knowing that tonight you might die because someone wanted to get their knuckles bloody. The fear that someone you cared about might die instead.

You swallowed hard, lifting your head to watch the people around you. It was quiet, an uneasy contrast to the hurried movements. No one had the words for this, this limbo period where you all awaited trial. Tonight the Whisperers would attack, and Hilltop would fall. You all knew it. There weren’t enough fighters to hold it together. Now it was just a question of who would fall with it.

From the corner of your vision, you saw him. You held in a breath, heart skipping a beat. Of course, the end of the world had come and gone for you many times, but you’d never been alone. He had always been beside you, from start to finish. Through good and bad. Until bad had gotten so bad he’d left, and the good had gotten so good he’d been too afraid to return.

Daryl met your gaze then, walking over to you as you straightened up to greet him.

“Hey. You ready for this?”

He nodded, though you saw the tension in his shoulders. It was the same posture he’d had at the prison when the Governor attacked, and Alexandria when Negan rolled up to the gates.

“Gotta make sure the kids are alright. Imma ask Ezekiel for help with that, but can ya also watch out for ‘em? In case I don’t…”

You nodded, grasping his meaning. He didn’t think he was going to survive tonight. This man, who appeared so fearless to everyone else, so confident in his abilities, was preparing to die. You’d only seen him like this once before, and the memory fought its way to the surface. You pushed it down, focusing on the man in front of you now versus that man you used to know.

“Yeah. I can do that.”

You didn’t know what else to say. If you die, how could anyone else hope to live? What happens if I die, too? We both know we’re willing to. But this was Daryl, who knew you better than anyone. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hey, s’gonna be alrigh’.”

Your tight-lipped smile said everything. He wasn’t fooling anyone, especially not you. He scratched at the back of his neck, looking around at the others. You followed his gaze. They all had their heads down, building and sharpening weapons, treating old injuries, whatever they could do to keep their minds busy. God, how you wanted to hand them all a drink and say, Here, take the load off. The thought sparked an idea.

“Do you want to have a drink with me?”

Daryl turned sharply, your words registering. You sent him a pleading look, needing him to say yes. To share one last moment with you before the end. To pretend everything was normal, the way things used to be. By the way his face softened, you knew he needed it too. He nodded, reaching a hand for yours. You sucked in a sharp breath, the action so foreign yet familiar at the same time. For the first time in years, you placed your hand in his, and neither of you pulled away.

The trailer was warmer with him on your couch. It had been awhile since you’d had company. Since before the Whisperers, you were sure. Back when things were settled, peaceful. The calm before and after the storms. You remembered the day you moved in, how exhausted you were after a long journey from Alexandria. How depleted you felt after gathering your belongings, ones that used to not be just yours, and taking them as far away from home as possible. It wasn’t home anymore, anyway.

Tara had helped you unpack, an uneasy smile on her face as she pulled out your belongings. She knew what you were doing, why you were doing it. She knew how badly you were hurting because of it.

Seeing Daryl on your couch now, you also remembered the last time he sat there. A year after you’d moved to Hilltop, when he’d come riding in on his motorcycle in a huff, demanding to know why you’d left without a word.

“Why did you?”

Your words left him speechless, grasping for a response. In that moment, you both knew it was over. All the years together, all the pains and comforts and connection, had scattered away the moment you both ran. Him to find Rick, a few months turning into a year without word, and you to find a new life, away from your shared home and all its memories. It was over, and you both had to face it now.

That was four years ago, and the man in front of you was not that same man. You knew it because you’d changed, too. But then he turned those beautiful eyes to you and it was easy to pretend time had stood still. Like you still meant everything to each other. Like he was still your lifeline, and you his.

You sat down, handing him a drink. He thanked you quietly, taking a large gulp of the old wine you’d found in the mansion. You were both silent, focusing on your drinks until they were empty. When the silence grew too painful, you spoke up.

“How bad are our odds, really?”

He grunted, resting his glass on the table with a clink. You followed his actions, setting the glass down and leaning further into the couch to face him. He ran a hand down his face, which had taken on a red tint from the alcohol. Your own vision started to blur while he thought, the pause growing uncomfortably long as you shifted in your seat. Finally, he sighed.

“Ain’t gonna lie to ya. They ain’t good.”

You nodded. It was the answer you expected, though that didn’t make it any easier to hear. Still, a gnawing thought sat in the back of your mind.

“We’ve been here before and we made it. You don’t think we can do it again?”

“Those were different. We had more people, more fighters. Less to lose.”

You considered his words, rolling them over in your head as the meaning settled. Less to lose? I’ve always had something big to lose. I thought you did, too.

“We’ve always had something to lose. Our people, each other. This isn’t different.”

Each other seemed to hit him like a brick wall, your words surfacing a truth he’d rather keep buried. But you knew him, and you remembered what he’d said all those times before. That night at the prison, when he’d held you close…

It was right after the loss of his brother. Merle had been an asshole, to be sure, but he was still the only family Daryl had. The person who’d raised him, taught him everything he thought to be true, kept him alive. And now he was gone, and Daryl was lost.

The two of you were friends, life on the road forging a bond that could only be made through shared experiences. Late nights keeping watch when neither of you could sleep. Him teaching you to hunt and to fight after much begging. Inside jokes that you both found funny but no one else understood. You were just friends, though both of your feelings had grown deeper without the other’s knowledge.

That night was dark, and cold, and fearful. You were all prepared for the Governor’s attack, the news of Merle’s death sending everyone into a panicked frenzy at what would happen next. But while everyone else was worried for tomorrow, you only had eyes for Daryl, whose red eyes and slumped shoulders gave away his pain.

“Can I talk to you?”

Daryl nodded, following you to your cell. Closing the door and lowering the curtain behind you, you pulled the stoic man into a hug. He stiffened at first, but within a few moments he was leaning into you, choked sobs wracking through his body. You held him close, running a hand through his hair and letting him cry. You didn’t know what it felt like to lose a sibling, but you knew he’d be shouldering the weight for a long time. It felt natural to kneel beneath it, raising your hands to keep it from crushing him.

When his cries faded into shaky breaths, you lifted his head from your shoulders. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you stared into his swollen eyes. He looked so broken in that moment, you knew you’d do anything to keep him from looking that way again.

“Everyone here cares about you. We’re here for you, no matter what,” you said, eyes never leaving his. “This hurts, I know it does. But you will be okay. You need to be, for him.”

He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at you with those intense hunter’s eyes you’d grown to love. Your thumb caressed his cheek and he leaned in, the weight on your palm reassuring. When he did speak, his voice was scratchy.

“Why did he do that? Why’d he get himself killed for us? He ain’t never done nothin’ like that his whole life.”

Your chest fell, his desperation creeping out in the questions. His brother’s actions confused him, and that made the outcome so much harder to accept.

“He cared about you. You inspired him to be a better man. He wanted you to live, no matter the cost to him. I understand that.”

Daryl pulled away from you, just slightly.

“Don’t see why anyone’d give their life for me. I ain’t special.”

His eyes found the floor, shame overtaking his features. He knew what you’d said was true, but he didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to blame himself for his brother’s death. You stepped forward again, lifting his chin to face you.

“You are. And like I said, everyone here cares about you. We’d all give our lives for you, and we know you’d do the same for us. That’s just how it works.”

He studied you, gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips and back. It was impossible to look away, a light beam trapping you and sucking you in. You leaned in closer, only inches away from him now.

“I would.”

Your brows furrowed, not understanding.

“Would what?”

“Die. For you.”

His eyes glistened with tears again and you felt your own bottom lip quivering.

“Daryl, I-”

“I’m not losin’ anyone else. Especially not you. Ya understand?”

His tone was so firm you felt yourself nodding. One look between you and a mutual agreement was made: you would both die before losing the other. It was impossible to think otherwise.

After the Governor’s attack, when everyone was still alive and emotions were high, Daryl kissed you. In the moment, all you knew was you loved him, and you had a feeling he loved you back.

Now, with those memories tainted by his leaving, you felt yourself wondering what that kiss really meant to the two of you.

“Was any of it real? Or did we both just need someone?”

Daryl startled at your words, your blood running cold as soon as they left your mouth. They’d been simmering for a while, the questions, and if tonight was your last, you needed to know the truth. Even if the pain in his eyes was so visceral you wished you could take them back.

You let them sit between you, the words and all the memories they presented. It felt real; the kisses, the arguments, the tears, all of it. But maybe it was just a cruel joke, about as real as the years between Rick’s death and the Whisperers. A dream that couldn’t last.

It was Alexandria all over again. The promise of a new life, of starting over and making things better, ripped away as soon as you felt comfortable. Because even when things were easy, there was always the looming threat of another fight. Another death. Another argument about these threats.

The day before the outpost massacre, the two of you had had it out. Life had been peaceful, happy even, since the walker herd attacked Alexandria. A few months was all you needed to settle in and enjoy it. You wanted to find the person you’d lost at the prison, and you finally had. Daryl seemed to feel better, too, getting to know the other Alexandrians and loosening up to the routine. Days were busy, nights were reserved for the two of you. Your glass heart was repairing.

So of course something had to come along and shatter it.

“How could we even consider doing this? After everything we’ve been through, all we’ve lost, we’re just going to start another war? Keep killing people?”

“We’re doin’ this so we don’t lose more people. These Saviors, ya think they’re not gonna find us eventually? We gotta take ‘em out before they ride up to our gates and do it to us. Thought you would understand that.”

You scoffed at his words, walking away from him to your shared kitchen. He followed close behind, unable to leave well enough alone.

“Here’s what I understand, Daryl. You’re putting yourself at risk, again, doing something you know is wrong, again, and all in the name of ‘keeping us safe’ again. When are you going to accept that you just can’t walk away from a fight?”

“I’m doin’ this for you! To keep you alive! If there was another way, I’d take it, but there ain’t. This is happenin’ whether ya like it or not.”

Silence fell between you, piercing each other with the fire in your eyes. You’d always been well-matched, in your humor and your fury as well. His hands gripped the countertop, leaning over it with a heaving chest. Your arms remained crossed over your chest. A stand-off you knew all too well.

After a minute, his eyes softened. His grip loosened, his body weight shifting backwards. His voice was low, gentle when he spoke.

“I can’t lose you. Ya know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you alive. This is what I gotta do.”

You felt your own resolve crumbling, the defeated look on his face making it easy to believe him. You uncrossed your arms, stepping closer. His gaze met yours just before you pulled him in, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he buried his head into your shoulder.

“I can’t lose you, either. That’s why I’m arguing. You know that, right?”

He raised his head and nodded, lifting a hand to caress your hair.

“I know. And you ain’t gonna lose me. Not today. Not tomorrow. I need ya. I’ll always come back to ya.”

His words from that day were echoing now. I need ya. I’ll always come back to ya. How could they be so hard to believe when he was sitting right in front of you? He had come back, just as he’d said. But not in the ways you wanted.

“I needed you.”

He mumbled it like a secret, like it wasn’t the most honest thing he’d said in his life. Metal filled your tastebuds, a lump in your throat growing. The pressure of it all was expanding until you thought your head would explode. You looked at everything but him. The walls were white. I needed you. The throw pillows on the couch were blue with white flecks. I needed you. The wine on the counter was still half-full. I needed you. I needed you. I needed you.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Shameful tears poured down your cheeks as you tried to brush them away. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. The distance between you now was greater than it’d been when he was in the woods. At least then you had the soft memories in front of you and not the painful picture itself. Timidly, Daryl raised his eyes to meet yours.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. Your face was still wet with tears but you didn’t care anymore. I’m sorry, he said. It was the first time he’d said it. The first time he’d apologized for leaving. For shattering your heart. For breaking you into a million pieces. And despite thinking you were ready for it, wanting it for so long, you weren’t, and you didn’t. How could you be mad when he was looking at you like that?

He’d changed, and the realization was hitting you in waves. The day he arrived at Hilltop with Carol and Henry, the day the life of peace you’d worked so hard to build the past four years would end, you’d noticed the changes in him. The new scar over his eye, the sturdiness in his posture, the way he didn’t hesitate to hug his friends…and of course, Dog.

But now, you realized just how much time had really changed him. Not his appearance, or his surface, but his actions, his feelings. He was a far cry from the man you met at the quarry, who had to be approached like a wild animal. And from the man at the prison, who held everyone at arm’s reach. Even the man in Alexandria, who fought every fight he could in fear of losing everything he’d already fought for. The startling new man a few months ago, who’d threatened a young girl in a cell. This was not that man, though the others were still real.

He cleared his throat, head hung low as he interpreted your silence. “Ya don’t have to say nothin’. Just wanted you to know. Ya got every right to be mad still.”

Thoughts were tumbling around your head, rolling over and over so quickly you assumed the words were written across your face. But of course, this was Daryl, and while he knew how to read you like an open book, he didn’t always believe the words. So you spoke.

“I’m not angry with you. I was, but…” you trailed off, searching. His eyes shot up to yours and you found yourself trapped in them, their surface reflecting what you wanted to say back to you like cue cards. “Some people are easy to stay mad at. Some are impossible. I forgave you a long time ago, Daryl, it just took me a while to realize it.”

You’d forgiven him the moment you laid eyes on him again. After four years of silence, seeing him again was like seeing a mirage in the desert. No one was gone until they were dead, and you hadn’t realized how tightly you held onto that belief until he was standing in front of you. Of course you’d forgiven him. He was alive. He’d come back to you. Even if it wasn’t for you.

You thought about it again, and no, you’d forgiven him even before then. You’d forgiven him at dinner one night, when Alden told a joke so hilarious you turned to see Daryl’s smile. He wasn’t there, of course. You were through and he was God knows where. But just that moment, that small second where you forgot it all and reached for him, was enough to spark your heart. To remind you you were alive. He did that, even from a hundred miles away. He was always the reason. So how could you be angry with him?

His hand was in yours again, and you realized you were the one reaching for him. He hesitated before tightening his grip, securing your hands together in a firm knot of strength. It was comforting, but you’d always been greedy, especially with him. You scooted closer and rested a head on his shoulder, needing him closer. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, erasing any space between your bodies. You felt the movement of his chest when he breathed, felt your own heart beating in time with his. This was timeless. This was right.

“Can we just pretend for a while? That nothing changed?”

You barely heard your own question, but he nodded against you. Lazy smiles, warm hands, relieved kisses, it all came back to you. This time, with the promise of pretend, you let them wash over and consume you. Beside you, Daryl’s eyes were glossed over as he relived his own memories. Breaking the long silence, his sharp intake of breath sounded painful.

“I ain’t ready to say goodbye,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “Said goodbye to ya once already. I don’t wanna say it again.”

You thought of the battle ahead, growing closer with the darkening sky behind you. This time, fear didn’t overtake you. It was replaced by that memory of the prison, the night you and Daryl had been sure you’d both die fighting the Governor. The night before the Savior outpost, when you’d both known you’d die for each other without hesitation. How death had followed the two of you for a decade, yet here you sat, pressed against each other, alive.

And you knew then that this wasn’t the end. The world may be ending tonight, but your story wasn’t.

“Then don’t say goodbye,” you said. “Just hold me until it’s time.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #twd x reader

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bard-llama · 1 year

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WiP Wednesday: Aang’s Vow of Nonviolence

Big things have been happening in Llama’s life lately, career-wise, and it’s good, but it means I gotta not spend all my time writing and actually, you know, work. (Which I think actually does good things for my writing, because I wrote AND FINISHED Fire and Water (165k words) during fucking Get Out the Vote somehow) (and we kicked ass Getting Out the Vote, just saying)

Anyway, as I try to get back into the schedule of actually having a life and employment, I’m gonna try to get back to posting WiP Wednesdays more often, as well as any finished chapters/fics I have.

SO all that said - this fic is something I started because I have a LOT of feelings about Aang’s vow of nonviolence and his people’s belief in peace. Enjoy!

Zuko: Well, that sweet little kid grew up to be a monster, and the worst father in the history of fathers. Aang: But he's still a human being. Zuko: You're going to defend him? Aang: No, I agree with you. Fire Lord Ozai is a horrible person, and the world would probably be better off without him, but there's got to be another way. Zuko: Like what? Aang: I don't know.

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Zuko did not expose his body idly, Aang had noticed quickly. From what he knew about Zuko, it was easy to see that if he didn’t feel comfortable doing it, he wouldn’t. Which meant that when he took off his shirt during practice, he was trusting Aang with what he saw.

Because there was a lot to see. Like, a horrifying amount.

Zuko was covered in scars. None were as bad as his face, but the sheer number of them…

The only reason Aang had been able to resist going into the Avatar State from sheer horrified anger the first time was because he knew it would just scare Zuko away and make him regret offering this piece of trust.

So instead, Aang swallowed down his temper and acted like there was nothing to see, nothing to comment on. Zuko smiled at him in response, so he knew he chose correctly, but even so, every time he saw Zuko’s bare skin, he was filled with such impotent rage and hatred that it scared him.

It scared him because he wanted to hurt Ozai, he wanted to make him suffer the way he’d caused Zuko to suffer. Ozai deserved to suffer, to die even.

But Aang couldn’t kill him. He just couldn’t.

He was the last of the Air Nomads, the last who understood the true meaning of air: freedom. Freedom from violence was part of that. Aang believed in that. He believed in his people’s pacifism and he believed in nonviolence and yet, he still wanted to make Ozai suffer.

And that was precisely why he couldn’t. Because – because if Aang crossed that line, there would be no coming back. He was the Avatar, he was extremely powerful and the Fire Nation may not like him much, but the rest of the world listened to him in a way that still kind of freaked him out.

If he made the decision to hurt Ozai, to kill Ozai, no one would stop him.

So he couldn’t make that decision. Because it wasn’t about Ozai at all – it was about Aang and what he believed and he refused to compromise his values for the kind of scum that could burn a child.

Extensively.

Spirits, Zuko had so many scars, it made Aang want to cry. Each one was an instance of the world failing his friend. Each one was an instance where someone should have protected Zuko, but no one ever did.

Each one challenged Aang’s belief in nonviolence – but Aang refused to be overcome in this. Ozai deserved punishment, yes. But Aang believed in doing no harm, and his job as the Avatar was to bring balance and justice, not revenge.

He refused to kill Ozai, because as horrible of a person as Ozai was, he was still a human being and Aang had made a vow when he’d gotten his arrows and he would not break it. His people had taught him that every human being deserved life and liberty and compassion and basic necessities no matter what.

Because if Aang did to Ozai all the things he wanted to… he would be no better than Ozai, who took this anger and irritation out on Zuko and on the world simply because he could.

Unfortunately, Aang knew that Zuko didn’t understand, because the next morning after Aang had expressed that he refused to kill Ozai, Zuko’s shirt was back on during firebending training.

Zuko didn’t take it off, even when it meant that he had to concentrate harder to keep the flames from eating his sleeves, and Aang knew what he was truly saying.

I showed you my scars, Zuko said, and you refuse to stop the man who gave them to me. I gave you vulnerability and you threw it in my face.

Aang wanted to cry. “Zuko,” he started quietly, but Zuko immediately turned away, voice terse.

“Next set.”

He blinked rapidly, falling into the next kata just as Zuko instructed. He tried to respect that Zuko didn’t want to talk about it, he really did.

Then he reached out to touch Zuko’s forearm and – Zuko flinched. Zuko hadn’t flinched at his touch since they’d danced with the dragons together.

Aang withdrew his hand instantly and tried not to cry. How could he fix this?

He took a breath and blurted out, “I want to kill him.”

Zuko stopped. “What?”

“The – the Fire Lord,” Aang said, trying to continue, because this was the most willing Zuko had been to hearing what he had to say all day. “I want – spirits, Zuko, I want to make him suffer. He deserves to suffer.”

“Then why–!?”

“Because he’s still a human being. Because I made a vow to never bend with the intent to harm another creature. Because I’m the only one left and I can’t betray my people. I can’t!” He sniffled, aware of the heat in his eyes. “I’m not – I’m not saying he isn’t horrible. He is. The world would be better off without him. But I can’t kill him!”

Zuko frowned, mouth opening.

“And I can’t allow him to be killed either,” Aang said flatly. “It’s not – it’s not about him, Zuko. It’s about me. I made a vow before the Great Spirit Lungta and the Elders of the Southern Air Temple that I would do no harm. This – this isn’t just–” he could feel the tears overflowing, dripping down his cheeks. “This is important to Air Nomads! There were different levels of vows, but just to enter a temple, you had to pledge that you would do no harm. Because the temples were places of peace and nonviolence.” He sniffed deeply, wiping at his eyes. “Nonviolence is core to who we are, Zuko. It’s not just – it’s not something casual. It’s our whole life. And it’s not easy! It’s not supposed to be easy!”

“What?” Zuko’s nose scrunched in confusion.

“All life is sacred,” Aang explained, “but pacifism is about more than that. It’s about intent. We take vows that we will never willfully harm others, that we will never raise a fist in anger, that we will forgive rather than punish. And it’s – it’s hard to forgive. It hurts. But it’s a choice I make because that is what my people would want of me. Because it is hard, but it’s important to do so anyway. Because violence only ever begets more violence and because I will not break my vows. I am the last Air Monk in the world. I can’t betray my people’s teachings. I can’t.”

Zuko absorbed that in silence for long minutes, then he nodded slightly. “Next set,” he said and Aang hopped up to practice, glad that he’d been heard.

Zuko still didn’t take his shirt off, though.

Aang told himself that he couldn’t push, that Zuko could only trust him when Zuko was ready to. But it hurt something deep in his chest to have lost this measure of vulnerability from Zuko and he swallowed down tears, wishing – but what good had wishing ever done? He wished his people were still here, but they weren’t. He wished he and Katara could be together, but they weren’t. He wished the war was over, but it wasn’t. He wished the whole world was at peace, but it wasn’t.

He wished Zuko trusted him, but Zuko didn’t and he couldn’t force that to change.

All he could do was his best, and if his best wasn’t ever enough… well, he would just have to respect Zuko’s choice, no matter how much it made his chest ache.

It was hard, knowing that no one left in this world truly understood what nonviolence meant to his people. Knowing that his friends, for all they tried, couldn’t really conceive of what it would mean to live a life without the need for violence.

Knowing that when Aang said ‘peace’, they heard one word and not the eighty-seven others that had individual names amongst the Air Nomads, but which all translated the same.

Not really sure where to go after this, so suggestions welcome, but yeah. Aang is a PACIFIST and that’s a BIG DEAL!!!!

#atla #zuko x aang #zukaang #eh kinda #sorta gen #wip wednesday

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casliveblog · 5 months

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Custom Toonami Block Week 154 Rundown

Spy X Family: We get the finale of the big tennis tournament with these guys straight up trying to almost assassinate Loid and Fiona like luckily Loid’s wearing a bulletproof vest and they’re only rubber bullets but those still hurt don’t they? Like a bulletproof vest doesn’t mean bullets just don’t affect you but they are said to be low-velocity so maybe it doesn’t work, still they’re able to drunken first around the bullets and bbs and trap doors and wind and shit and win the match. Loid manages to convince the rocket racket guy that it was gg and he should be proud of his base skills without all the shenanigans and he’s happy about it but it seems like his sister is still on team cheaterface. Anyway the government calls the dude with the art collection and is like ‘hey yeah you can’t just give this National Treasure Nicholas Cage painting to these two random tennis supersoldiers we have no record of so we’re gonna come get it’ but luckily they’re able to pull a National Treasure of their own and swap it out with a fake. Still while Loid’s going to meet up with Yor and Anya, Fiona challenges Yor to tennis and despite being a woman that was casually deflecting rocket-powered tennis rackets she still gets that fucking scene where Genos fights Saitama and sees DEATH written all over his fist when she steps up to get hit by Yor. I mean technically the racket just breaks so that’s not really on Fiona like idk how Yor’s racket didn’t break too considering she literally hit the ball at mach 2 or some shit. Anyway turns out the painting wasn’t a national secret but a dumb little mancave stash this guy was hiding from his family (which they make it sound like he’s dead now but he’s the dude that ended the war and they make it sound like the war wasn’t that long ago given Handler fought in it so did he like jut die?) it’s a punch line of the ‘you gotta be kidding me’ variety of so ridiculous that they went that route rather than it being funny in and of itself, though it does make Loid reflect on what it takes to maintain a family so that’s a nice moment.

Inuyasha: The group finally gets back to Inuyasha’s Dad’s Grave but Inuyasha has flashbacks about his shitty childhood which probably happens a lot but these ones are making him black out so that’s not good. Meanwhile Sesshomaru shows up and finds a dead headless bird the week before Thanksgiving and Kagura’s just like ‘haha you’re too fucking late bro’. Inuyasha’s group finds Hosenki who’s now decked out in diamonds and rocking a jewel shard and they have a good talk about how Hosenki was asked by the shard to bring it here to keep it from Naraku since Inuyasha and co. are kinda doing a horrible job keeping the shards from Naraku at this point given all but like six of them are either on his person or in his lackeys. Hosenki seems pretty amicable at first but starts attacking Inuyasha when Naraku’s evil shards start corrupting him given the dude has 99% of the jewel and has been murdering people for kicks to get the jewel’s evil jacked up to 13 since before the start of the series so if you’re not Kagome or Kikyo it’s basically radiating concentrated evil at this point. Anyway given Hosenki’s covered in Diamonds and these are Anime Diamonds which unlike real diamonds don’t just fucking shatter when you smack them hard enough, the Wind Scar doesn’t work and Inuyasha is officially out of options. Kagome tries using an arrow but it doesn’t work so she tries Kikyo’s arrow but the arrow’s like ‘nuh-uh bitch’ and while Kagome’s having a mild existential crisis from being turned down by some dirty wood and feathers, Inuyasha notices that Hosenki is still trying to cover the spot Kagome hit, now this could just be to shore up more defense for the jewel shard but Inuyasha guesses right and gives a one-two of Kagome’s arrow and a wind scar to finally break through the crystals. But Hosenki’s just like ‘you motherfuckers now Naraku’s just gonna steal it at the last second like he always does’ and sucker punches Inuyasha off a cliff.

Yu Yu Hakusho: So we start off the episode with something we rarely get: an actual fucking explanation on where Kurama’s mom thinks he is. Like most of the time parents are either checked out enough or they just take the family members along on the adventure so it’s kinda nice that since Kurama’s mom is his motivation we get the actual story of what happened. So a little after Yusuke left, Kurama’s mom got remarried (and Kuwabara’s there which just kinda makes me laugh like yeah they say it’s just a small thing with family and friends but Kuwabara’s the only one still left in the human world besides Kurama and I’m just kinda picturing all the shit he can get up to at a wedding and his mom wondering why she invited her son’s school friend) meanwhile Kurama has a coverstory that he pays for their honeymoon to send them out of the country while he’s in demon world so he can be free to do his demon world shenanigans and not get found out. Like idk I feel like ‘hey mom I’m really smart so they’re gonna send me to Grammar Camp for a month to compete at Grammar or some shit’ makes a more plausible cover than a high schooler somehow paying for an international all expense month long trip. Come to think of it how DID Kurama pay for the trip? Was it just part of his deal with Spirit World for the whole exile thing? Thought Spirit World was sending them off to be exiled so they stop being stupid powerful demons lurking in the human world but Kurama specifically specified that his trip will only last a month so how are they okay with that? Maybe this is why we don’t do explanations too much, they just raise more questions. Anyway Kurama meets up with his old pal/current Third King of the Three Kings, Yomi and we get graphs of how all the power levels shake out, basically everyone who’s not one of the Kings is ridiculously insignificant competitively but as we went over last week the classes and numbers are basically meaningless because Hiei essentially murdered a hundred dudes stronger than Toguro with relative ease and I’m just not buying that. Still Yomi goes over his past with Kurama and how they were bandits and Yomi was the ‘let’s just murder everyone’ to Kurama’s Oceans Eleven heist plans and after fucking shit up and getting half their squad killed one too many times Kurama ordered a hit on Yomi which ended up blinding him but also not a very good hit because even blind and with only a scratch on him the assassin just dips at the first sign of trouble while Kurama moves on to a solo career before doing all the shit that gets him into the plot here. Meanwhile Yomi’s got Daredevil superpowers now because if you’re blind in anime you just kinda automatically get those and he kept the assassin dude basically half-dead for hundreds of years just to see the look on Kurama’s face when he brought him to him. Makes you wonder why Kurama didn’t just do it himself like he saved him a week ago and then decides to kill him when he does it again but Kurama would’ve definitely finished the job but I guess we wouldn’t have a plot then (also the place Yomi was invading was empty this time so I guess if he just didn’t go and learned his lesson he’d have been fine?) but yeah Yomi claims to have moved on but that’s a hard pill to swallow when his next words are ‘now be my secretary or I’ll murder your mom’.

Jujutsu Kaisen: The theme of this mini-arc becomes clear pretty quickly, we’re basically setting up a threat on par with the first Special Grade Spirit they fought and showing how far everyone’s come this season. Nobara gets separated from everyone and Megumi tells Yuji to go after her just like before but this time Nobara has it at least somewhat handled and Megumi ends up fighting what could be the twin of the first naked white guy they fought and realizes that Yuji awakening Sukuna basically made all the fingers that have been eaten by other spirits active and they’re only getting stronger the longer they build powers so this one’s actually stronger than the first dude. We also get a nice little scene of Megumi training with Gojo and Gojo telling him that he’s thinking like a side character and needs more main character energy, he’s too strategic and team-oriented and just needs to go Plus Ultra and figure out the details later and this lets him unlock his Domain Expansion which is basically a combination of Naruto’s Shadow Clones and Shikamaru’s Shadow Binding and turns the whole area into a shadow for him to fuck around with and bombard with shadow puppets and clones of himself which is pretty cool (Domain Expansion is also kind of like Devil Fruit Awakening in One Piece I’m realizing, wonder how that lines up like who stole that from who? XD). But yeah it’s not strong enough to actually beat the naked dude but it is distracting enough for him to get a shot off with his death claws shadow wolf thing that takes the spirits of his other beasts which is cool. He has a flashback of his sister and knows this won’t save her on its own but at least it helps and saving people is pretty cool actually I guess. Also apparently they’re Anime Siblings That Aren’t Technically Related for Reasons of Plausible Deniability ™ because his dad and her mom hooked up and fucked off after selling Megumi to Maki’s family so they could go into hiding but also while keeping him in case they ever needed to fight said family but Gojo vetos that and is like ‘I collect teenagers for a living so I’ll keep an eye on him and basically have him do the same thing without the whole slavery and body augmentation angle’ which is pretty cool of him. But yeah Megumi has successfully gotten fingered but passes out so we gotta have someone get to him before someone scoops it up off him. Meanwhile Nobara is fighting that one Stand from Diamond is Unbreakable where if anyone looks at your back you die but Yuji and his joke opponent step in and look at his Back-Pat back face and looks like this’ll be a good two on two which is good I wanna see more of Nobara’s hammer techniques and shit this’ll be fun.

Zom 100: I think this the last episode of the season? Nine is a really weird number of episodes to have in a season but it’s all Netflix has so I guess we’re done after this. Anyway the group is almost to Akira’s hometown but the road is blocked with a quarantine of zombies clogging up the tunnel so they have to go the long way around through the forest. They meet a dude who’s building a treehouse to live safely in the woods away from people (excluding the zombie animals that seem to sometimes happen, idk if that’s a rare thing or what but seems like the woods would only be MORE dangerous if the virus works on animals too) but yeah turns out he’s also building it because it was what his son wanted from him before he and his mom became zombies so it’s now his own bucket list item. I kinda like how Akira’s list kinda ends up crossing with things other people want to do before they die, like there’s even a forest metaphor about the interconnectivity of life that kind of draws this out more plainly but it’s nice that Akira doing what makes him happy makes other people happy too. Still all this child murder and trauma makes Akira think of trying to repay his parents for all their help and once they finally get to the village he’s hellbent on trying to make it up to them. Turns out his dad is a Pixar Dad and is an stern emotionally-reclusive man of few words but refreshingly instead of not understanding his son’s dreams he tells him to find the biggest one he can and chase it (something Akira has taken to heart but also is kind of losing sight of with the whole repaying parents sidequest) and also apparently he’s dying. Lastly we get a glimpse of Kanta Higurashi, a boy whose story cartoonishly mirrors Akira’s to a ridiculous degree except he’s more of the ‘fuck society, wish zombies would just destroy everything’ type you’d more likely associate with people actively wishing for a zombie apocalypse, like he even has a group of three friends and an anti-bucket list of evil shit he wants to do like he’s legit just Bizarro Akira it’s kind of funny how unsubtle it is. Anime really tends to have it out for people that don’t like the way things are, like I get it can be annoying when someone’s complaining all the time but it comes off as one of those ‘and yet you live in society, I am very smart’ memes when it’s more heavy-handed, I know Japan has a lot of systemic hatred towards NEETs and stuff how they keep making anime (itself a somewhat counterculture) about how shitty capitalism is and the answer is always to… not change anything to try and fix any systemic issues and just man up and stop being a baby about it I guess, like except in Akira’s case where society legit fell apart outside of his own doing and he’s just gonna try and be a chill dude on his own but I guess getting an anime published that’s like ‘man fuck the government here’s all the shit we should change’ would probably not go over well with said government… unless you’re One Piece and there’s literally nothing they can do about it because it’s hidden behind three layers of allegory and literally too big to fail at this point.

Ranking of Kings: So this episode’s kind of weird because it’s one of those ‘it obviously should’ve ended here’ moments that seem to be becoming more common in anime and I know the format of season 2 is somewhat different but it’s just a really strange thing that everything’s basically wrapped up so cleanly and yet as far as I know the manga’s STILL going. So yeah we wrap-up from the wrapping up episode last week with Daida giving Bojji the throne and completing Bojji’s mission from the start, he’s too modest to accept at first but that’s nothing some fingers up his butt from Kage can’t cure (I’m not being jokingly crude on that, that’s literally what happens). It’s a really cool scene as they just kinda let it soak in that not only has Bojji grown and gained the trust of those around him, he’s also come to understand what the kingdom his father built is all about and faced its demons (literally) to learn what becoming King of it is all about. Though for some reason Kage has to be like ‘well Bojji doesn’t need my help anymore, better leave’ despite Bojji definitely needing advisors who understand his way of thinking and Kage promising to be with Bojji until the end but if he doesn’t leave then the story just over I guess and can’t have something that ends I guess. So yeah Kage sets off on his own and tries to be optimistic but the kingdom not being ablest anymore doesn’t mean it’s not still racist so he’s having a hard time of it. That is until Bojji gets permission from Hilling to give the throne back to Daida (god these people have had like three transitions of power in as many weeks, this poor kingdom they’re like ‘wait which teenager is ruling us now?’) and now he’s allowed to set off on an adventure to found his own kingdom to be king of which I guess will see him climbing up the titular Ranking of Kings once he gets a foothold on that. Also Kingbo is revived and sets Ouken free but throws his head into a fish just to be a dick… glad we kept that guy alive. I’m just kinda tired because we had such a good arc and some things were left open but the story was done but we just have a kick in the pants of ‘nope, being a king’s boring so let’s kick this can down the road a bit and keep going’ and it feels really cheap, we were done, let it end.

Vinland Saga: It’s the day of King Sweyn’s big ‘yay Fuck England’ party which is objectively the best theme for any party. Meanwhile Thorfinn’s still in the middle of his existential crisis and gets into a street fight and gets arrested. Sweyn’s just like ‘cool bros, we did good and got England, Canute and Thorkell get the best slice and then we’re gonna go fuck over Ireland’ and it’s like jesus fuck guys you JUST got done a big war take a fucking break I know you’re Vikings and war is your religion but give it a fucking rest. Askeladd has a full Death Note moment and is just like ‘haha I’m the best’ (this episode has a lot of Death Note moments where the characters monologue and their color palette changes in front of a thematic background) but Sweyn as if he was waiting for it is like ‘oh yeah but before Ireland we’re gonna fuck up Wales, all my homies hate Wales’ and it’s like why did you even say it like that, your bucket list of countries you want to pillage before you die is out of order for dramatic effect. He doesn’t know Askeladd’s from Wales so this wasn’t him trying to catch him sleeping this was legit just a disorganized speech. Though Floki notices Askeladd flinch and is prolly like ‘yeah king, keep doing that’. Meanwhile Askeladd lets Thorkell in on the details about him and is trying to figure out how to stope a war with Wales. Also Leif visits Thorfinn in jail and is like ‘bro I get you’re on a self-destructive rampage of vengeance but… how about not? That sounds fun right? Not doing that?’ He even offers to take him home and then they can go find Vinland and make Thors’ death mean something in a way that doesn’t wrack his son with turmoil and go against everything he ever stood for. Honestly if this is what gets Thorfinn to abandon revenge I’mma be a little angry because this is such an obvious course of action like I thought it’d take a little more to get him off the revenge train. Meanwhile Askeladd gets called in front of the king for his shit and the episode ends with one more monologue to himself. There’s only one episode left this season and I know season 2 is a drastically different time period so I have no fucking clue how they’ll wrap this all up but I’m gonna make a wild prediction that I could be completely wrong about but we’ll see. I’m gonna say Askeladd’s left with no other options and just rushes King Sweyn while he’s in front of him to kill him to avoid war with Wales and is subsequently killed or executed for it. Canute either manages to cut ties with Askeladd and become King or some other way of deferring blame so he doesn’t get the king’s assassination pinned on him since Askeladd’s one of his retainers. I’m gonna say Thorfinn takes Leif up on it but ultimately rejects Leif’s proposal in the end and doesn’t make it back home, instead trying to go after Askeladd one more time and go home with a clear conscience but finds Askeladd’s already dead and is left to live with the horrible empty feeling of wasting his life on murder for the past decade and being denied revenge by forces far, far beyond his control. I could be way wrong on all of that but I guess I’ll find out next week.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Spy X Family #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Jujutsu Kaisen #Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead #Ranking of Kings #Vinland Saga

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thegeminisage · 11 months

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im in kakariko and WAH koko and cottla still pray to their mom every day and their dad joins them...but they can't get to the actual cemetery bc of the ruins >:( and "rpincess zelda" said not to go near them. it is driving me crazy that i cant so this quest!!

i googled and apparently this quest involves the business with the Fifth Sage so i have to hold off for now :/ SUUUUCKS gonna collect some korok seeds and then find something else to do

oh wow that interactive map got a BIG upgrade. i can just ask it where certain items are now lol

I FOUND? THEIR MOMS? JOURNAL??? oh my god in the kakariko well.......

she had a garden down here 😭 she lists all their favorite foods......

theres a korok seed at the cemetery, so i went the long way around and left a silent princess for her. i'm gonna come back and get the rest later when the main quest takes me here

i knew there'd have to be a fifth sage, but a whole quest AND dungeon...that's pretty amazing!! i wonder if we get a 5th companion...zelda as a ghost companion would be SICK but i know nintendo would Never

ive decided to attempt to investigate the faron thunderstorm. wish me luck

THUNDERHEAD ISLES.......this is so cool. i can't see shit <3

also all of my bows & weapons rn are metal...oops lol

whoooa the music here.........

when i say i cant see shit i mean i REALLY. cant see shit. even the depths is better than this, at least there you can use brightbloom seeds

i found a flux construct but i CANT SEE LOL and i dont have any nonmetal weapons worth any damage...im doing it blind while only switching to goo weapons when im actually attacking sdlfjghsdfjkg girl HELLLP

GOT HIMMMMM wow im a BEAST

i used the shadows and the LAST of my stamina to make it to ??? dragonhead island ??? WHICH I STILL CAN'T SEE

there's gotta be some trick to clearing or navigating the storm but i dont wanna google it in case its like...THE SIXTH SAGE,

FUCK IT LITERALLY IS A FITH SAGE THING I HATE THIS GAME LOL

ok. fucking hell. im leaving. is there ANYTHING interesting im allowed to do rn. jesus

from now on im just going to assume that if i suddenly hear cool music im not supposed to be here.

landed in the horse god lake and caught that big stallion. named it yeto in honor of the big white abominable snowman in tp salute emoji

this well has a bubbulfrog inside it ??????

where the FUCK am i going theres a whole ass cave system down here

another ancient blade.......

KOMO SHORELINE? what in GODS NAME

fine ok i can work with this. jesus.

actually no i can't. it's raining and i don't want to climb all this shit nor do i want to tangle with electric lizalfos. i swear to god

ok. back to the stable.

oh flute boy!! i forgot about him. i guess he must be part of the band. luckily this time i have his fireflies...

AWWW the glowing tree was so cute and pretty

ok, feeling more prepared for komo shoreline now. luckily there's not much here anyway...

PHANTOM HELMET. NICE

NO!!!!!! a fucking BLOOD MOON while i was attacking this electric lizalfos camp!!! COME ONNNNN

i survived but god one of the lizalfos got glitched and there WASN'T. even a treasure chest over here. good fucking lord

i found my first above-ground lynel......and it's silver. this is what i get for waiting so long to seek them out...

omg my ancient arrow sent him to eeby deeby. im reloading tho idw waste it on that

okay so. he is hitting, very, hard,

i can't climb a tree either cuz he can Get me

okay. well! i died. clearly outmatched. i need.........better armor. i am so TIIIIRRRED of getting my ass kicked!!!!

for better or worse i'm in the chasm on the island next to hyrule castle. i figure it's probably an isolated place since. yk. island. reeeally wish i could find a lightroot tho

A FROX....SICK

blue-white frox. less sick. im gonna die again :(

omg i GOT HIM!!! n*ce

i cheated and peeked at the map...theres literally nothing else down here lmao not even a lightroot. im gonna go...somewhere else!! but later. i have to take a break now for food chores etc ive been playing for hours

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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theteasetwrites · 3 years

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The Right Thing

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Quarry, and later Alexandria ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: angst, death ❧ Word Count: 1k

❧ Prompts 42 & 44 from this list

❧ Summary: Taking a bullet for someone you love is perhaps the most noble thing a person can do. Unfortunately for Daryl, you're a very noble person.

❧ A/N: Well, this is my first time doing something angsty. I am more of a fluffy bitch myself, but I do enjoy being ripped apart by angst, too, so I tried to go for that with this one. It also has a little mini time jump, so that's fun.

Then:

“Do you hear that?” you asked Daryl, your eyes scouring the woods for any sign of where the screaming came from.

He strung a bolt into his crossbow. “Yeah, sounded like screamin’.”

You sighed. “Well, we should probably go towards the screaming, right?”

He shrugged. “Nah, let ‘em fend for themselves. Let’s get back to camp.”

Your eyes widened. How could he be so selfish? You hadn’t known him for long, but you couldn’t see how anyone could ignore someone’s cries for help like that in good conscience.

The man’s screaming became even more desperate, and the snarls became more vicious. “Help!”

You huffed before pulling out your knife and running towards the screaming.

“(Y/N)!” Daryl called after you, his voice echoing through the trees.

He cursed before propping up his crossbow and running after you.

The man’s foot was caught in a bear trap. He must have been running from the small group of walkers that was now hounding him before accidentally stepping on it.

When he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he cried out to you. “Help me, please!”

He was pushing the walkers away from him to the best of his ability, but there were too many of them to deal with on his own. You raised your knife and plunged it into the walker who was closest to the man.

You were about to take out the next one when an arrow zipped through the air and pierced its skull in one fluid motion. Daryl had an annoyed look on his face, but he strung up another arrow and fired a few more times until all the walkers were on the ground.

The man was more than grateful to both of you, even offering you some of his food. You turned him down and released him from the trap. He was a solo traveler, so he went off on his own, but not before you bandaged him up.

“You’re too friendly,” he said, the two of you walking back towards the quarry.

You scoffed. “You’re not friendly enough.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “You’re gonna get yourself killed one day doin’ that. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s survival of the fittest out here. Ain’t no good bein’ nice no more. Ya can’t go around takin’ bullets for people.”

You smiled down at your feet. “I’d take a bullet for you,” you said.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you incredulously. “What?”

You stopped too, then raised your head up to meet his soft blue eyes. “I’d take a bullet for you. I wouldn’t take a bullet for anyone else, but I’d try to save them if I could. There’s a difference.”

He shook his head, still trying to process what you just said. “You barely know me.”

You shrugged. “Just seems like the right thing to do.”

Now:

Daryl held onto your hand so tightly you thought it might break. You supposed it wouldn’t matter much, though. You already had a bullet lodged in your abdomen.

As you laid in the Alexandria infirmary, bleeding profusely with no way to stop it, you knew you were going to die. You wished you could say that you weren’t afraid of dying, but you were. You always were.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he said quietly, his tears falling down his bloodied face betraying him. “Just gotta get that bullet out.”

He knew there wasn’t any way to get the bullet out. It was lodged in such a way that any messing with it would make it worse, and you couldn’t be sown up with the bullet in you, either. The outcome looked grim, Denise had told him that. Maybe if they had better medical equipment, but what they had wasn’t enough.

“Daryl,” you croaked, “they can’t get the bullet out.”

He shook his head. He knew that, it was just hard to admit.

“Damnit, (Y/N).” He was on the brink of sobbing now. “Why did you do that? That shot was for me.”

He tried to sound more angry than sad, but such emotions often mixed together for Daryl in a kind of emotional cocktail. Now, looking at you, dying of blood loss from the bullet wound that should have been in him right now, he was having a hard time keeping his emotions at bay.

“Daryl…” You swallowed hard, trying to hold back your tears as your breathing became more labored and it became harder to swallow. Your voice was quiet and frail, without the life and bounce to it Daryl was used to hearing. “I wasn’t lying when I said I would take a bullet for you.”

Daryl couldn’t hold back anymore. His long overdue tears hit him like a moving car and jolted him forward until his sobbing face was leaning over yours.

You weakly raised your hand to cup his face. “Daryl,” you said. “You… you know… I love you.”

He let out another round of sobs, causing your slowly beating heart to drop into your bleeding stomach. “I always have, I always will… just wish… wish I had told you before…”

He tried to compose himself, though it was hard when your lips were beginning to part as you gasped desperately for any air you could get. It was coming, very soon.

“I love you, too,” he said quietly, his voice quivering and sending a chill through you. “I don’t want you to go,” he sobbed.

Your eyes fluttered closed, then open again, then closed… you could barely keep them open. You were tired.

“I don’t want to go either,” you mustered up the last bit of strength in you to say. “But you need to know… I’d take that bullet again, every time.”

You gave him one last weak smile, so pure and reminiscent of everything you meant to him. When the smile faded, quickly as the bullet left the gun, you closed your eyes one last time.

You weren’t in any pain for those final moments, just numbness. The last thing you felt was Daryl squeezing your hand, and he didn’t let go for hours after that.

He had his eyes closed, too. When he opened them, you were gone.

That evening, he buried you—you and that damn bullet.

Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments of any kind are always appreciated!

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfic #twd

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Y'know that spread in the Green Arrow issue with Dinah and Ollie getting engaged, with all the DC heroes reacting to the news, with the most common opinion being that it will never last? (Which it didn't, because comics!) I'd love to read something similar to that, but the opposite, because it's everyone reacting to Jason and Maggie and everyone thinks it's great.

Aww. I love this idea.

Tim: *tries to think about it and winds up with blue screening*

Dick: AWWW LITTLE WING! *heart eyes*

Bruce: It was bound to happen at some point.

Damian: *tt* She's far too good for him. He'll probably die again before the wedding night.

Duke: Aww. Nice.

Steph: *snorts* Oh wait your serious? Oh. *dawns on her* Oh.

Babs: Jaybird better watch out, the Avengers will probably kill him before he gets down the aisle.

Cass: Here for the cake.

Steve: What? Oh. No. I'm not crying. Of...of course not. Why would I...I gotta go.

Zondra: Lemme get the checkbook. This is gonna be a biiig wedding.

Tony: She's not allowed. Isn't she like...ten? No.

Banner: Oh man, that's so great! I love weddings.

Natasha: *types something into her phone* Hm? Oh. Just scheduling a time to have a...chat. With Jason.

Clint; God they gotta stop growin' up so fast. Am I really that old?

Thor: A WEDDING! HUZZAH! Weddings are wonderful! I'll bring the mead!

Annie: Yay! Oh. I hope the bridesmaids dresses are pretty.

Joey: Aw god. Not another wedding.

#fic #Tunamelt-Verse #au

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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3rd life Villain!Impulse perhaps? Reasoning because he's been so nice to all factions and appears very harmless...until he kills Tango in the firing squad scenario. Do with that as you will :3

honestly i think the villain 3rd Life AUs are some of my best writing. also i’m pretty sure i’m gonna end up writing everyone as a villain at some point lol (villains so far: Scar, Etho, Tango, Grian, Ren, Martyn, now Impulse. Joel too if you count that fic where he kills Jimmy)

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A feeling of dread hangs over Impulse as he makes his way up to Tango’s base. Getting a private message from his best friend, simply saying “we need to talk”, has highly unsettled him. He has absolutely no idea what Tango could want to talk to him about.”

As he gets to the hill Tango calls home, he spots Tango himself standing at the top, arms folded, clearly watching him. A shiver running down his spine, Impulse slowly climbs up the hill. Tango watches him all the way.

Finally, he gets to the top. Keeping an eye on the sun, which must be about an hour away from setting, he gives his friend a wave. “Hi, Tango. What’s… What’s going on?”

Tango’s looking at him with a narrow-eyed expression of distrust. “I know your game, Impulse.”

“Huh?” Impulse blinks. That’s not what he was expecting. “What?”

“Your little game of pretending to be allies with everyone so nobody will ever turn against you. Etho, Dogwarts, the crastle folk. You’ve got them all wrapped round your little finger.”

Impulse frowns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tango rolls his eyes. “Uh huh, ‘course you don’t. You change the sheet music for everyone, don’t you? Everyone believes they’re the only one getting your support. Well, not me. I know what you’re up to and I’m gonna make sure you stop getting away with it, starting today.”

As Tango turns to start walking away, Impulse grabs his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “Please don’t, Tango,” he says calmly.

Tango scoffs. “Let go of me, Impulse. I’m gonna expose you whether you like it or not.”

Impulse hangs on to Tango’s wrist. “I’m giving you one last chance to back down. You’re red; if something happens to you, you won’t come back.”

“You’re not gonna stop me,” Tango retorts. “I know you. Your niceness has always been your biggest weakness, and in this case, it’s gonna be your downfall.”

“You’ve misjudged me.”

Impulse abruptly seizes Tango’s lapels and roughly swings him closer to the edge of the cliff, holding him dangerously close to the precipice. “I‘ll do anything to survive,” Impulse says coldly. “Anything.”

Tango’s eyes widen with shock. “Impulse-!”

But Impulse shoves him off the top of the cliff.

He waits for a few seconds, listening to Tango’s screams get quieter and quieter, until they’re abruptly cut off.

Tango fell from a high place

Taking a deep breath, Impulse takes off running. He doesn’t know if there’s anyone nearby but he can’t risk it. If anyone sees him here, he’s done for. Absolutely done for.

The chat is filling up with confused and concerned messages but it doesn’t matter now. Tango is gone forever. Nobody ever needs to know what happened.

Impulse dashes back towards the wool castle but as he passes Tango’s still-gushing lava minigame, he bumps into Etho, who’s running the other way.

“Impulse!” Etho breathes. “Gosh, you scared me. What happened?”

Despite internally panicking quite hard, Impulse manages to stammer, “I-I dunno, I was just going to Tango’s base to talk to him when I saw the message. I thought he might have been somewhere around here but I couldn’t find any dropped items or anything. He must’ve been somewhere else when he died.”

“Tango doesn’t just fall from a high place like that,” Etho says. “He’s careful. Impulse, I’m worried that someone might have murdered him.”

“What?!” Impulse gasps. “Who would do that?!”

“I don’t know for sure, but my prime suspect is the crastle alliance. Bdubs had it out for Tango for some reason so I’m sure he knows something.”

“Oh no…” Impulse stares at his friend with wide, innocent eyes. “Bdubs wouldn’t have taken TWO of Tango’s lives… would he?”

Etho slowly shakes his head. “I don’t know. I thought I knew our friends really well but lately, I…” He sighs quietly. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t put it past him. But it’s getting late; I’ll go talk to him tomorrow.”

He turns back towards the castle. “You coming?”

“I‘ll be there later. I’m just gonna go check on my villagers.”

“Gotcha. And Impulse…”

Impulse pauses as Etho glances back at him. “Thanks for being the only person on this server I can really trust.”

Impulse smiles back. “No problem.”

…

Under the cover of darkness, Impulse makes his way to the crastle. He can see Cleo up on the roof, aiming a crossbow at him, but thankfully, she lowers it when he gets close enough for her to see who he is.

Cleo and Bdubs let Impulse into the crastle. “What’s going on, Impulse?” Bdubs demands. “Nobody seems to know what happened to Tango!”

“Nobody’s owning up to knowing, anyway,” Cleo adds. “I don’t suppose you do?”

Impulse shakes his head. “I’ve no idea. But I’ve heard rumours going round the server and I thought I should come to you directly to let you know.”

“Let us know what?” Bdubs says.

“That Etho suspects you guys had something to do with Tango’s death.”

“What?!”

Bdubs and Cleo exchange a shocked look.

“Why would he think that?!” Bdubs snaps. “He has no evidence!”

“That’s why I thought I should come over and warn you,” says Impulse. “He’s gonna come over here tomorrow to confront you about it.”

“Oh gawsh…” Bdubs groans. “Thanks for telling us.”

“Oh, but this is just to give you some warning to prepare. You can’t let Etho know I told you, okay? Otherwise he might not tell me other stuff that concerns you guys.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” Cleo says. “If we’re your secret girlfriend, does that mean Etho’s your… uh… spouse?”

“I don’t really have a singular “spouse”,” responds Impulse, making air quotes over the word “spouse”. “More like the rest of the server is my “spouse” and I can’t let them know that I favour you over them.”

“Riiiight, gotcha. Guess you’d better head home before your “spouse” misses you.”

Impulse nods. “Yeah, I gotta go back to Etho. See you guys later.”

As he leaves the crastle and starts to head for home, he spots a figure watching him from next to one of Bdubs’s tall spruce trees. When the figure comes forward, Impulse recognises the person as Joel.

“Hi,” he says, giving a friendly smile. Joel isn’t one of his official allies at the moment but that doesn’t mean he can’t be nice to him. “What’s up?”

“I heard Tango died,” Joel says, eyes sparking with interest. “Do you know what happened?”

“No, I don’t. I just saw it in chat.”

“I think you’re lying.”

Impulse blinks. “What?”

Joel grins as he senses he’s caught Impulse off guard. “I said I think you’re lying. I think you’re manipulating everyone into believing you’re their friend when in actuality, you don’t care about any of them. And I think you killed Tango when he confronted you about it. Am I wrong?”

Impulse stares at him, unable to say anything in his defence.

In the ensuing pause, Joel takes a sudden step towards Impulse, who backs up a few steps, his hand automatically flying to the hilt of his sword. But he pauses. He has to be extremely careful here; Bdubs and Cleo may be watching him. If they see him put a single foot wrong here, it’s over. He has to let Joel make the first move.

“Would you kill me?” says Joel challengingly. “Would you kill me as callously as you killed Tango?”

Impulse carefully turns his back to the crastle and narrows his eyes. “Come and find out. Or would you rather die stupidly and pointlessly because you forgot about FIRE DAMAGE?”

That does it. Impulse knew exactly how to rile Joel up and it works. Eyes flashing red, Joel growls and lashes out with his fist.

Impulse allows himself to be hit in the chin, narrowly avoiding biting his tongue. Joel’s second blow, this time to the stomach, winds him and causes him to drop to his knees, vulnerable. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Joel drawing his sword. This is it; this is the moment. Either his position on the server will elevate… or he will simply die.

He holds his breath and squeezes his eyes shut.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

An arrow flies out of nowhere and buries itself in Joel’s chest, causing him to stagger back a step. A split second later, a second arrow hits Joel in the neck, and that’s all it takes.

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Impulse stares at the ground where Joel had landed, a second before he died. He can’t believe his plan worked so well.

“Impulse, are you okay?” Bdubs appears at Impulse’s side, discarding his crossbow. “What happened?”

“He… He was gonna kill me,” Impulse chokes out. This isn’t entirely an act; Joel’s unexpected hit to his stomach has completely snatched the wind from his sails.

“Why? Why did he wanna kill you?”

“Did he really need a reason?” Cleo says. “He was red and Impulse is green. Nuff said.”

“Wh-Whatever it was, you guys saved my life.” Impulse gives them a smile. “Thanks. If Etho or anyone else asks what happened, you guys spotted me getting attacked by Joel on my way back from checking on my villagers. Okay?”

“Ooh, good story,” Bdubs says approvingly. “But are you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Thanks to you guys. I should probably head home, though.”

Bdubs pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, go get some rest. Thanks again for… um… coming past and not visiting.”

Impulse nods, knowing exactly what Bdubs means. “No worries.”

…

“Joel just attacked you?” Etho frowns. “Why would he do that?”

“He doesn’t need a reason,” responds Impulse, recalling what Cleo said earlier. “He was red. I guess he just saw an easy target and couldn’t resist.”

“So he attacked you on your way back from the villagers, huh. And you’re okay, right? You’re not hurt.”

“No, I’m fine,” says Impulse. “A little shaken and tired from everything that’s happened, though.”

“Oh yeah, you should get some sleep.” Etho smiles at his friend. “See you tomorrow.”

“Night, Etho.”

As Impulse gets into bed in his room, he can’t help a small smile. He took a big risk today but it has really paid off. Getting rid of two red lifers in one day is enough of an accomplishment in of itself, but doing it without arousing suspicion on himself AND managing to turn Etho and Bdubs further against each other? That’s something he can be proud of.

All he needs to do now is make sure he’s in the right place at the right time for Etho’s confrontation with Bdubs tomorrow and perhaps he can be there for another red life death. Bdubs may be one of his strongest allies but if Impulse sees a chance to get another player out of the game, well…

He’s going to take it.

#3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #impulsesv #etho #ethoslab #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #zombiecleo #smallishbeans #tangotek #vaunna’s requests

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Jealous Much? (Negan x OFC)

Requested by @negans-attagirl :After his imprisonment at Alexandria, he is free and alone until he meets OC (in her twenties) and actually saves him from a herd/ he starts to follow her, being a sassy daddy as always and flirts with her but she resists a long time. They meet another survivor (More in oc age) and negan gets jealous and mad. They get lead into an ambush by the new guy, are able to escape and maybe in the heat of the moment the smut happens.

Warnings: Smut 18+ oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie, language

Author’s note: I am so sorry it’s super conversation heavy but I promise the smut won't be 😊

@negans-attagirl @not-too-tall-for-trick

Jess could hear them before she saw them, their groans echoing through the forrest. Climbing up a tree, she looked through the herd, seeing what could’ve gotten them riled up. Raising her binoculars up to her face, she saw a man in the middle, bashing walker’s heads with a metal pipe, although he was getting quickly outnumbered.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself, jumping down from the tree and rushing to the guy’s aid. Drawing out her sword, she was quick to live the walkers’ heads, blood splattering against her face. The guy looked at her for a split second before returning to kill them. After the herd was dead, Jess looked at the guy.

“Hell were you thinking?” She asked, panting and wiping the blood from her blade.

“That’s no way to talk to a stranger,” he replied, “the name’s Negan.”

“The name’s I don’t care,” she spat out, walking away and leaving him alone.

“Hey! What are you doing out here?” Negan asked, tailing Jess.

“Survivin’.”

“By yourself? Surely there's a man with you,” he stated but was immediately pushed against a tree with a blade to his throat.

“I don't need a man,” pulling away the knife, Jess stared into his eyes.

“I don't have no where to go.”

“Not my problem.”

“Can I stay here with you? I can help out with whatever you need,” Negan begged as she pulled her brown hair back.

“What I need is for you to leave me alone.”

“Come on babe, don’t be like.”

“I’m not your babe.”

“But you could be,” and truth be told, Jess wasn't completely opposed to the idea. It's been a while since she’s seen a human, and even longer since she’s had physical touch, but she knew. Everyone dies.

“Fine, but I live in the woods,” she mentioned as he nodded following her closely.

“You know, you remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

“Guy name Daryl. Quiet, tempered, doesn’t take bullshit.”

“Crossbow guy?” Jess asked as Negan nodded.

“Yeah, he's an asshole,” he chuckled as she smirked.

“I know. Was with them back in Atlanta, they were too chaotic.”

“That they are. ‘Specially Rick. Made my life a living hell.”

“They have good intentions, just wrong way of going about it.”

“Very wrong, cost me my life,” he replied as she nodded her head, eyeing a deer. Shushing Negan, Jess slowly crept up to the deer, aiming her bow and releasing an arrow, killing the deer.

“Wanna skin it?” She asked him as he shook his head. Shrugging, she plunger her knife into the deer, spilling out its guts.

“That’s disgusting as shit,” he stated as she let out a chuckle before looking up at him.

“Never done this?”

“I had people for it,” looking down at her, he noticed a small smile that radiated her face.

“Well, it’s dinner for the next couple of days.”

She hated to admit it, but Negan had actually grown on her, never failing to make her smile. She had to constantly remind herself that she could not get attached to him. Not now. As they were walking around, staying out of sight, their attention was quickly grabbed by a cry for help. Jess was quick to rush to the aid until an arm held her back.

“We don't know who that pussy is,” he spoke softly as she looked at him and smacked his arm, “what?”

“I seem to recall saving your ass.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t screaming like a pansy,” she chuckled before running to help the person. Slicing through walkers, she looked down at the guy who seemed to be her age. He had a strong jawline with curly brown hair and green eyes. Offering him a hand, she pulled him up as she dusted himself off.

“Thanks, I could’ve sworn I was about to die,” he mentioned with a smile that Negan could see right through.

“You have a camp?” Negan asked before Jess could say anything.

“I did, got over run by moaners,” he replied, Negan wasn’t buying it but Jess was.

“What's your name?” She asked softly as the guy gave her a smile.

“Jack,” he replied as Negan leaned over into her ear.

“Something isn’t sitting right with me,” he whispered as she shot him a glare.

“Nothing sits right with you.”

“You do,” winking at her, he pulled out a gun he found and pointed it at Jack.

“Woah buddy.”

“Negan!”

“We can’t trust him.”

“I trusted you,” she retorted as he sighed, lowering the gun but never taking his eyes off of the guy.

“He your dad?” Jack asked as Jess laughed, shaking her head.

“Nah, just a stray.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” Negan stated as looked between the two of them.

“Oh hush,” Jess directed at Negan before turning her head back to Jack, “how about you come with us? We have food and water.”

“I’d like that.”

As the weeks passed, Negan was growing antsy. Missing the way that she used to be his and only his, though never officially. He cringed whenever Jess and Jack would flirt with each other, giving each other small touches and lingering stares. What Negan didn’t know was that Jess was just trying to make Negan jealous. He made her feel things she never thought she would feel again in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. For all she knew, it wasn’t working. But it was. She was coming back from a hunt with Jack when Negan pulled her to the side, glaring down at Jack before he got the hint and scurried off to leave the two of them to talk.

“What are you doing?” She asked harshly as he gave her a disappointed look.

“Jess, I get that you’re trying to help this asshole, but doesn’t something feel off to you?” He reasoned with her while she pondered in thought, trying to think of all the times her and Jack had talked.

“Are you jealous, Negan?” She questioned with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.

“No, something isn’t right.”

“You’re just paranoid,” she stated as he stared at her.

“You’re not listening to me. He’s dangerous, I know his type.”

“Get over it, he’s staying.”

“Whatever, I need to take a walk,” he mentioned, throwing his hands up in the air as he walked away from camp. She didn’t notice that Jack had snuck up from behind her until he spoke.

“Everything okay?” He asked as she shook her head.

“He’s just being difficult. He’s normally not like this.”

“Come with me, I know a place to clear your head,” Jack replied as she looked at him with concern.

“I don’t know, we need to skin these rabbits before they go bad.”

“Come one, it’ll be fun!” He begged as she let out a smile before agreeing, allowing him to lead her deep into the woods.

It was not fun. Her head pounded as blood flowed down her temple, looking around the underground cell, trying to find an escape. After finding none, she kicked the mattress that they had supplied for her.

“Fuck,” she shouted out in frustration before sinking to the floor, running her hands through her hair. She didn’t remember anything after Jack had led her into the woods and knocked her out. She had no clue where she was nor how she got there. One thing she did know for sure. Negan was right. Slowly, she let her eyes drift close, falling into a dreamless sleep.

She was awoken by the cell door opening. Expecting it to be Jack or one of his companions, she immediately cowered away from the door but a pair of arms wrapped around her in comfort.

“Negan?” She asked, voice cracking from being dehydrated and tired.

“Let’s get you outta here baby doll,” he whispered, picking her up in his arms and carrying her out of the cell.

“How are we gonna get out?”

“I killed them. Once I figured out what happened, I tracked you to here and killed them. They’ll probably be turning any minute now so we gotta move.”

“You were right,” he looked down at her and moved a strand of hair out of her face before kissing her temple.

“It's okay, let’s just go.” Running through the woods with you in his arms, he looked around to make sure no walkers were following them before setting you down in a cave that he had found while tracking you. It would have to do for the night. Removing his jacket, he immediately wrapped it around her as she shook from shock and the cold.

The air was tense around the pair, Negan desperately wanting to brag about being right and Jess in shame for not listening to him.

“How did you know about him?” She asked cautiously as he handed her a canteen.

“It takes one to know one. I’ve seen many people like him so I just figured, plus he’s strong, if he couldn’t take care of 10 walkers by himself then something must’ve been up.”

“I should’ve listened. I’m sorry,” shuffling closer to him, she leaned her head on his shoulder as he let out a sigh.

“Don’t be. You didn't know,” he commented, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame, pulling her in closer for heat. She looked up at him with a small smile before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Well shit, if I had known saving a pretty thing like yourself would’ve gotten me a kiss, I would do it a thousand times over,” he stated as she let out a snort before shrugging his jacket and arm off, straddling his lap, her face being illuminated by the soft glow of the fire place.

“I was flirting with him to make you jealous,” admitting to her little secret, he looked up at her with a smile.

“It worked.” Crashing his lips to hers, his arms immediately wrapped around her waist as she deepened the kiss, placing her hands on his cheeks, running her hands through his stubble. Pulling away, they gasped for air while Jess’s hands moved to her shirt. Tugging at the hem, she quickly pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra.

“Are we doing this now? Because I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this,” he whispered as she smiled down, reaching back to unclasp her bra.

“Shut up and make me feel good,” she commanded as he gave a mock salute, turning them over and running kisses down her jawline and onto her chest, leaving open mouthed kisses along her breasts. She arched her back into his touch, needing to feel more, and judging by the growing bulge in his pants, she knew he needed more too. Moving his mouth to her nipple, he swirled the bud around his mouth as she released a moan, clutching her hands in his hair, tugging at the slightly greying strands that reached the back of his neck. He moved off of her before trailing kisses down to her waistband and looked up at her. With a nod in confirmation, her skin shivered with anticipation as he undid the buckle and button. Pulling down her pants, he took a moment to admire the view of her panties soaked with her arousal.

“All that for me baby?”

“Negan, please,” she moaned as he smirked, removing the pants before placing a kiss on her covered clit. He groaned when he could taste her wetness through her underwear. Moving her underwear to the side, he laid his tongue flat against her folds as she gasped out loudly. Moving his tongue up and down, he collected her wetness before stopping and removing her panties. Going back down, he placed his mouth on her clit and began sucking on the bundle of nerves, swirling it around his tongue as he entered a finger inside of her, causing her to start panting heavily.

Adding another finger, he began pumping them in and out, fingers wet with her juices. Curling them inside of her, he continue to lap up her clit as her hands found their way back to his hair, messing up his neat hairdo, not that he minded. Groaning against her, he could feel the ache in his pants getting more painful with all of her sounds he was eliciting. Suddenly, he blew on her clit and flicked it with his other hand and he could tell she was getting close by the way her walls were starting to constrict around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby,” he commanded, pulling at her sensitive spot before she let out a shout and came over his hand. Coaxing her through it, he saw her smile down at him, a thin layer of sweat forming against her body. Pulling his fingers out, he licked them, letting out a moan before moving down to his tent and rubbed his dick, trying to release some pressure.

“Oh God, Negan. I need you.”

“Say less,” he chuckled, moving his hands to unbutton his pants and pushing them down. Grabbing her hips, he moved her up to his lap, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

“You ready?” Nodding her head, he gently pushed his tip in, both of them groaning at the sensation before he pushed in farther, giving her some time to adjust to his size.

“You can move,” she stated, relishing in the feeling of him completely filling her out, causing her walls to stretch around him. He pulled out before slamming back into her as she moaned, moving up so that she was now on top of him.

“God baby, you’re sexy as fuck,” he groaned out as he clutched her hips in his hands, pushing her down onto him. She clutched onto his shoulders as he thrusted up into her. He watched the way her boobs bounced with each thrust and with each thrust he was getting closer as was she. Moving her off of him, he laid her down and wrapped her left on his waist while the other went on his shoulder, allowing him a different access angle that had them both panting messes. Pivoting his hips, he thrusted back in, hitting her g-spot.

“Harder,” it was barely a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear as he continued snapping his hips against hers, creating a friction against her clit. Reaching down, her hand gently touched her clit and rubbed it harshly, trying to reach her orgasm.

“Negan, I’m close,” he understood those words perfectly clear as his thrusts became more erratic, trying to help her reach her high. Her eyes closed in bliss as her walls clamped down on his cock, coming over it. His hands went to her breasts and grabbed them, not slowing down as he was near the end.

“Cum inside of me.”

“Ya sure babydoll?”

“Oh my God, yes, please, yes.” Pumping into her a few more times he released his load with a loud groan. He looked down and saw his cum to start dripping out of her. He swore he could come again at the sight. Pulling out of her, he continued to watch the way her pussy pulsed out his cum before collapsing next to her and taking her hand in his, gently kissing her knuckles.

“That was fun,” she commented, trying to catch her breath as he looked over at her.

“Much needed and waited.”

“Tell me Negan, have you thought about fucking me this whole time?”

“Every fucking night,” he admitted, thinking back to all of the nights he had to sneak off to relieve himself.

“Good, because this is not done.”

“Wouldn’t count on it baby girl.”

Author’s Note: AHHH. HOPE YOU ENJOYED

#negan #negan the walking dead #negan x ofc #original female character #the walking dead #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead requests #negan smut #jeffrey dean morgan #Jeffrey dean Morgan smut #requests

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night-fallz · 3 years

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

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spn quotes: season two

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! my favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season one.

1. IN MY TIME OF DYING

Dean—

I’ve done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I’ve given everything I’ve ever had. Now you’re just gonna sit there and you’re gonna watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you? (11:14)

So you’re okay with dying? [Tessa: No, of course not. I just think, whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen. It’s out of my control. It’s just...fate.] Hm. That’s crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting no matter what. (18:48)

There’s no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is gonna rot in the ground, and my family is gonna die. (30:38)

[John: You know, when, uh...when you were a kid, I’d come home from a hunt, and after what I’d seen, I’d be...I’d be wrecked. And you...you’d come up to me, and you’d put your hand on my shoulder, and you’d look me in the eye, and you’d...you’d say, “It’s okay, Dad.” Dean, I’m sorry.] Why? [You shouldn’t have had to say that to me, I should’ve been saying that to you. You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that. And you didn’t complain, not once.] (37:27)

Sam—

How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession! (13:17)

I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't...you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. (28:36)

Misc—

Tessa: You'll stay here for years—disembodied, scared. And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent. [Dean: What are you saying?] Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And you're about to become one: the same thing you hunt. (31:15)

Azazel: If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them. (32:15)

2. EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN

Dean—

[Ellen: I’m so sorry.] It’s okay. We’re alright. [Really. I know how close you and your dad—] Really, lady, I’m fine. (11:37)

[Sam: You ever notice Dad had a falling-out with just about everybody? Don’t get all maudlin on me, man.] What do you mean? [I mean this strong, silent thing of yours. It’s crap, I’m over it.] Oh my God. [This isn’t just anyone we’re talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man.] You know what? Back off, alright? Just because I’m not caring and sharing like you want me to— [No no no, that’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I’m your brother, alright? I just wanna make sure you’re okay.] Dude, I’m okay! I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me. [What are you talking about?] I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It’s like, “Oh, what would Dad want me to do?” Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you—you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry, Sam, but you can’t. It’s too little, too late. [Why are you saying this to me?] Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I’m dealing with Dad’s death! Are you? (29:48)

Sam—

[Dean: This case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.] So? [It's just not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.] I don't know, I just think taking this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do. (16:57)

[Mr. Cooper: You see, this place is a refuge for outcasts, always has been, for folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two...you should go to school, find a couple of girls, have 2.5 kids. Live regular.] Sir, we don't want to go school, and we don't want regular. We want this. (22:34)

[Dean: I thought that once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to wussy state.] I'm having second thoughts. [Really?] Yeah. I think Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job. [Since when do you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing what he didn't want, Sam.] Since he died, okay? You have a problem with that? (23:27)

I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late. I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right, not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. (39:04)

3. BLOODLUST

Dean—

So I picked up this crossbow, and I hit that ugly sucker—silver-tipped arrow, right in his heart. Sammy’s waiting in the car, and me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I’m sitting there, and I’m looking into the fire, I’m thinking to myself, “I’m 16 years old. Kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I’m seeing things that they’ll never even know, never even dream of.” So right then, I just sort of.... [Gordon: Embraced the life?] Yeah. (16:16)

You’re always saying to yourself, “He’s indestructible. He’ll always be around. Nothing can kill my dad.” And just like that, he’s gone. I can’t talk about this to Sammy. No, I got to keep my game face on. But, uh...truth is, I’m not handling it very well. I feel like I have this— [Gordon: Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me, there’s plenty out there needs killing, and this will help you do it. Dean, it’s not a crime to need your job.] (18:32)

[Gordon: It’s all black-and-white. There’s no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.] Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but, uh. [Doesn’t seem like your brother’s much like us. I’m not saying he’s wrong, just different. You and me, we were born to do this. It’s in our blood.] (20:22)

[Sam: You know what? You slap on this big smile, but I can see right through it, ‘cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to.] (27:47)

[Gordon: You’re not like your brother. You’re a killer, like me.] (37:08)

I wish we never took this job. It just jacked everything up. [Sam: What do you mean?] Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives. [Okay.] What if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing. You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us. [Dean, after what happened to Mom...Dad did the best he could.] I know he did. But maybe he wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things—and man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. [You didn’t kill Lenore.] No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all. (40:20)

Sam—

[Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy!] He's the only one that gets to call me that. (15:05)

4. CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Dean—

Going to visit Mom’s grave? She doesn’t even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire. [Sam: She has a headstone.] Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we’ve never even met. So you wanna go pay resects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on. [Dean, that’s not the point.] Well, them enlighten me, Sam. [It’s not about a body or a casket. It’s about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do.] It’s irrational, is what it is. [Look, man, no one asked you to come.] Why don’t we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven’t heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son-of-a-bitch down. [That’s a good idea! You should! Just drop me off, I’ll hitch a ride, and I’ll meet you there tomorrow.] Right. Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No thanks. (02:48)

[Sam: Look, maybe you’re imagining a hunt where there isn’t one, so you don’t have to think about Mom, or Dad. You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it’ll make you feel better.] I don’t need this crap. [Dean, where are you going?] I’m gonna go get a drink. Alone. (09:59)

Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right? [Sam: Dean.] [Dr. Mason: What are you talking about?] What’s dead should stay dead! (20:51)

[Sam: Dean, I don’t scare easy, but, man, you’re scaring the crap out of me.] Don’t be overdramatic, Sam. [You’re lucky this turned out to be a real case, ‘cause if it wasn’t, you would’ve just found something else to kill. You’re on edge, you’re erratic, except for when you’re hunting, ‘cause then you’re downright scary. You’re tailspinning, man! And you refuse to talk about it, and you won’t let me help you.] I can take care of myself, thanks. [No, you can’t! And you know what? You’re the only one who thinks you should have to. You don’t have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can.] (21:44)

I’m sorry. [Sam: For what?] The way I’ve been acting. And for Dad. Well, he was your dad, too. It’s my fault that he’s gone. [What are you talking about?] I know you’ve been thinking it. So have I. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad’s dead and the Colt’s gone. [Dean....] You can’t tell me there’s not a connection there. I don’t know how the demon was involved, I don’t know how the whole thing went down exactly, but Dad’s dead because of me, and that much I do know. [We don’t know that, not for sure.] Sam, you and Dad, you’re the most important people in my life. And now...I never should’ve come back, Sam, it wasn’t natural, and now look what’s come of it. I was dead, and I should’ve stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright? (38:56)

Sam—

[Dean: Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.] She has a headstone. [Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.] Dean, that's not the point. [Well, then, enlighten me, Sam.] It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do. (02:48)

You're tailspinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it, and you won't let me help you. [Dean: I can take care of myself, thanks.] No, you can't! And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can. [Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time, I swear—] Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm gonna lose you, too? (21:44)

5. SIMON SAID

Dean—

You know, one day I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn’t have to microwave at a minimart. (18:03)

[Sam: You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You’re just as scared of this as I am.] That was mind control! It’s like—it’s like being roofied, man. That doesn’t count. [What?] No, I—I’m calling do-over. [What are you, 7?] Doesn’t matter. Look, we just gotta keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it. (36:06)

Sam—

[Dean: There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if—if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?] So I'm a freak now? [You've always been a freak.] (04:14)

Demon came to them when they were kids. Now they're killing people. [Dean: We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay? Could be innocent.] My visions haven't been wrong yet! [What's your point?] My point is, I'm one of them. [No, you're not.] Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me. [Yeah?] Yeah, maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be— [Killers?] Yeah. [So the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds, is that it? Oh, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones!] No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things. [Those things were asking for it. There's a difference.] (10:47)

Looks like I was right. [Dean: About what?] Andy. He's a killer after all. [No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life. He saved my life.] Bottom line, last night he wasted somebody. [Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just—he was pushed into that.] Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. [What's your point, Sam?] Right circumstances, everyone is capable of murder. Everyone. (35:28)

6. NO EXIT

Dean—

[Jo: You know, I’ve had it up to here with your crap.] Excuse me? [Your chauvinist crap. You think women can’t do the job.] Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t. You got no experience! What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barfly has put in your head. [And now you sound like my mother.] Oh, and that’s a bad thing? (09:56)

Jo, you got options. No on in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young. I wish I could do something else. [Jo: You love the job.] Yeah, but I’m a little twisted. [You don’t think I’m a little twisted, too?] Jo, you got a mother that worries about you, who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don’t throw things like that away. They might be hard to find later. (10:24)

[Jo: What do you remember about your dad? I mean, what’s the first thing that pops into your head? Come on, tell me.] I was 6 or 7, and uh...he took me shooting for the first time. Bottles on a fence—that kind of things. I bull’s-eyed every one of them. And he would smile, like...I don’t know. [He must have been proud.] (16:13)

Sam—

Is this job as glamorous as you thought it would be? [Jo: Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. But that Theresa girl’s gonna live a life ‘cause of us. It’s worth it, isn’t it?] Yeah. Yeah, it is. (36:00)

Misc—

Ellen: I am your mother! I don't have to be reasonable! (03:06)

7. THE USUAL SUSPECTS

Dean—

My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. (21:59)

[Sam: Nice lady.] Yeah, for a cop. (41:19)

Sam—

[Diana: Then about a year ago, there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality—Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid—left behind everything.] I needed some time off...to deal. So I’m taking a road trip with my brother. (03:49)

[Dean: What do you think, Scully?] I’m not Scully, you’re Scully. [No, I’m Mulder. You’re a red-headed woman.] (06:35)

8. CROSSROAD BLUES

Dean—

[Sam: We got to find out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.] Great. So we got to clean up these people’s mess for them? I mean, they’re not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play “Let’s Make a Deal.” [So what, we should just leave them to die?] Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in to try to save them? [Dean.] Alright. Fine. (14:44)

[Demon: You’d sacrifice your life for someone else’s. Like father, like son. (29:01)

[Demon: I’m not gonna put you out of your misery.] Yeah? Why not? [’Cause your misery is the whole point. It’s too much to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul—I mean, that’s got to hurt. He’s all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, “I can’t do this anymore.” You’re all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it’s all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could’ve given you what you need.] What do I need? [Your father.] (30:36)

How could he do it? [Sam: He did it for you.] Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? (38:14)

Sam—

How many people do you think Dad saved total? [Dean: That's not the point, Sam.] Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, Dean. Now we're still here, man, so we got to keep going. For him. (38:48)

Misc—

George: Listen, I get that you boys want to help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got to lie down in it. (17:38)

9. CROATOAN

Dean—

Hey, look, man, I’m not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that. [Sam: It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point.] What does that buy us? [A clear conscience, for one.] Well, it's too late for that. [What the hell has happened to you?] What? [You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care. You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what, you're acting like one of those things out there.] (25:40)

[Sam: Go with them. This is your only chance.] Ah, you're not gonna get rid of me that easy. (31:17)

[Sam: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.] No—[No, you can keep going.] Who says I want to? [What?] I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it. [So what, so you're just gonna give up? I mean, you're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad had—] You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure— [Then what is it about?] (32:54)

I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we got to get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit? [Why are you saying all this? No no no no no, Dean. You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit.] I can't. I promised. [Who?] Dad. (39:23)

Sam—

[Dean: Hey, look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that.] It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point. [What does that buy us?] A clear conscience, for one. (25:40)

You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit. (39:38)

10. HUNTED

Dean—

He said that he...wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you. [Sam: He told you that a million times.] Well, this time was different. He said that I had to...save you. [Save me from what?] He just said that I had to save you, and nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd.... [You'd what, Dean?] I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy. (04:10)

[Sam: How could you not have told me this?] Because it was Dad and he begged me not to. [Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!] You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day! (05:05)

And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay? [Sam: Forget it.] Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here. Please, please. (06:12)

Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid. [Ellen: They say you can't protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that. What else is family for?] (17:27)

Come on, man. I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn. [Gordon: Maybe you're right, but one day, he's gonna be a monster.] How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster? [Beats me, but he will.] No, you don't know that! [I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this.] (29:15)

[Gordon: Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you. But here's the thing. It would've wrecked him, but your dad, if it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. So you're telling me, you're not the man he is?] (30:24)

Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck. [Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you're meant to do.] Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap. (39:00)

[Sam: You can't run from this, and you can't protect me.] I can try. (39:27)

Sam—

[Dean: He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.] Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? [I don't know.] I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right? I mean, did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something? What else did he say, Dean? [That's it, I swear.] How could you not have told me this? [Because it was Dad and he begged me not to.] Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me! (04:46)

[Ellen: I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam, none of it is.] (10:27)

[Gordon: You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? 'Cause your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint.] Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so sure. (33:46)

[Gordon: You're no better than the filthy things you hunt.] *They tussle, Sam points a gun at him.* [Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.] It's Sam. (34:22)

I'm not gonna just ditch the job. (39:00)

[Dean: Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap.] You mean you don't believe in my destiny. [Whatever.] Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this, and you can't protect me. [I can try.] Thanks for that. Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever's coming, I'm taking it head on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around. (39:13)

11. PLAYTHINGS

Dean—

[Sam: We gotta save as many people as we can.] Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you. (05:16)

[Sam: I need you to watch out for me.] Yeah, I always do. [No no no no, you have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me.] Sam.... [Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to.] Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids. [No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies.] Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down. [No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise.] Don't ask that of me. (16:18)

[Sherwin: Well, would you be [happy], leaving the only home you ever knew?] I don't know. I never really knew one. (19:06)

Sam—

I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out. [Dean: You did?] Yeah. You seem surprised. [Yeah, it's just, you know. Not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?] What way is that? [Just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows. I'll shut up now.] (04:27)

So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not gonna let other people die, either. We gotta save as many people as we can. (05:09)

That guy who hung himself...I couldn't save him. [Dean: What are you talking about? You didn't know. You couldn't have done anything.] That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava, too. [Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that.] No, Dean, you don't understand, alright? The more people I save, the more I can change. [Change what?] My destiny, Dean. (15:46)

I need you to watch out for me. [Dean: Yeah, I always do.] No no no no, you have to watch out for me, alright? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me. [Dean: Sam....] Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to. [Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.] No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies. [Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down.] No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise. [Don't ask that of me.] Dean, please. You have to promise me. [I promise.] Thanks. Thank you. (16:18)

12. NIGHTSHIFTER

Dean—

Freaking cops. [Sam: They were just doing their job.] No, they’re doing our job, only they don’t know it, so they suck at it. (03:36)

[Henriksen: I know about your dad.] You don't know crap about my dad. [Ex-Marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of wacko he was— white supremist, Timmy McVeigh, tomato, tomahto.] You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero. [Yeah, right. Sure sounds like it.] (31:18)

Sam—

[Dean: When you told that poor son of a bitch to—what did you say?—”remand” the tapes that he copied? “Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation”? That’s messed up.] What, are you pissed at me? [No, I just think it’s a little creepy how good of a Fed you are.] (08:51)

Better to stay in the dark and stay alive. (08:51)

13. HOUSES OF THE HOLY

Dean—

Odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so. [Sam: Why not?] 'Cause there's no such thing, Sam. [Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.] Hey, you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows outta their ass. [Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?] That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's some legends that you just file under “bullcrap.” [And you got angels on the ”bullcrap” list.] Yep. [Why?] 'Cause I've never seen one. [So what?] So I believe in what I can see. [Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.] Exactly. With our own eyes—that's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would've crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? (06:17)

You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's—hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me. [You never told me that.] What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power. There's no God. I mean, there's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any? (23:09)

Sam—

[Dean: What's next? Are you gonna start praying everyday?] I do. [What?] I do pray every day. I have for a long time. (19:50)

I wanted to believe. So badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do, all alone, you know? There's so much evil out in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up.... [Dean: Yeah, well, don't worry about that, alright? I'm watching out for you.] Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else watching, too, you know? Some higher power, some greater good. And maybe.... [Maybe what?] Maybe I could be saved. But, you know, that just clouded my judgement. And you're right. I mean, we got to go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes. (37:54)

14. BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

Dean—

[Meg!Sam: Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?] I don't know, all right? But you're...you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with. (02:51)

Sam, go wait in the car. [Meg!Sam: But, Dean—] Go wait in the car! (06:40)

What's going on with you, Sam, hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean that sounds more like me than you. (07:51)

You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe. [Meg!Sam: I know.] I can't. I'd rather die. [No. You'll live.] (15:53)

[Meg!Sam: What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?] (25:53)

This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be. (31:28)

[Meg!Sam: Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach. (34:13)

[Meg!Sam: All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow, like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad, and deep down, you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.] (37:21)

[Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.] It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you. [Yeah, this time. What about next time?] Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you. (41:01)

Sam—

For the last few weeks, I've been having...I've been having these feelings. [Dean: What feelings?] Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. [You never told me this.] I didn't want to scare you. (13:52)

[Dean: No one can control you but you.] Sure doesn't seem like that, Dean. It feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely, I'm—I'm just becoming— [What?] Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean, I got to face up to who I am. (14:29)

I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you. [Dean: You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it.] No. I can't. Not forever. (15:16)

My head feels like it's on fire, alright? (25:21)

Misc:

Meg: Hell is like, uh...well, it's like hell. Even for demons. It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. (36:42)

15. TALL TALES

Dean—

[Bobby: Come on, now, you're bickering like an old married couple.] No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins. [Sam: It's conjoined twins.] See what I mean? [Look, it...we've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that.] (11:19)

[Sam: Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.] What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around. [Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge?] What's wrong with my food? [It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!] I like it. [And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!] You done? [You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?] It'd be the last thing you ever did. (21:15)

Sam—

Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you. [What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around.] Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge? [What's wrong with my food?] It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism! [I like it.] And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff! (21:15)

16. ROADKILL

Dean—

You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house. (16:14)

Me? I don't like [spirits]. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em. (20:08)

[Molly: Oh, thank God.] Call me Dean. (28:46)

Sam—

Spirits like Greeley are, uh...like wounded animals. Lost, in so much pain, that they lash out. [Molly: Why? Why are they here?] Well, there's some part of them that...that's keeping them here, like their remains, or um...unfinished business. [Unfinished business....] Yeah, uh, could be revenge. Could be love. Or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped, caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over. [You sound almost sorry for them.] Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good, just...something happened to them. Something they couldn't control. (18:52)

[Dean: You think she's really going to a better place?] I hope so. [I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?] Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point. (38:23)

17. HEART

Dean—

[Sam: Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?] I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids. (04:39)

[Sam: You go. I'll stay.] Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick. [Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?] 'Cause I'm older. [No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way.] *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* [Dean, always with the scissors!] Shut up, shut up. Two out of three. *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* God! [Bundle up out there, all right?] (11:11]

Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it. [Sam: She asked me to.] You don't have to. (38:56)

Sam—

I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening. [Dean: Sam, she's a monster and you're feeling sorry for her?] Maybe I understand her. (21:26)

18. HOLLYWOOD BABYLON

Dean—

[Sam: You know, I thought you hated being a PA.] I don’t know, it’s not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It’s good. (19:22)

Hey, we got to go check out Johnny Ramone’s grave when we’re gone here. [Sam: You want to go dig him up, too?] Bite your tongue, heathen! (23:25)

[Marty: He wrote a wackjob screenplay. There’s no pace, there’s no love interest. It’s all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, 90 percent of it to make it readable, another 10 percent to make it good.] ...Should have kept Walter’s original script. It’s actually pretty good. (31:15)

Sam—

[Dean: I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with Madison, you could use a little R&R, that’s all.] Maybe I want to work, Dean. Maybe it keeps my mind off things. (05:38)

19. FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

Dean—

Innocent people are dead—four, so far. [Sam: Yeah, innocent.] What, are you from Texas all of a sudden? Just 'cause these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die. And if we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die. We do the job wherever it takes us. (11:30)

[Sam: You're doing this for Deacon?] Damn right. [We barely even know the guy.] We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him. [Yeah, all right, but don't you think he's asking a little much?] Doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to to you. (11:47)

[Sam: Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?] No, not really. (28:07)

Sam—

I hate this plan, Dean. [Dean: yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it.] (05:12)

This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we’ve ever done, and that’s in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy. (10:58)

20. WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

Dean—

When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed? [Mary: Dean, I don't understand—] Just answer the question. [I told you angels were watching over you.] (07:05)

Who'd have thought, Baby? We're civilians. (11:42)

That lawn looks like it could use some mowing. [Mary: You want to mow the lawn?] You kidding me? I'd love to mow the lawn. [Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life.] (13:08)

[Sam: I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.] I'm just happy for you, Sammy. [Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call me “Sammy?” Dean, come on. We don't talk outside of holidays.] We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you're my brother. [”You're my brother?”] Yeah! [You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.] Who? [My prom date, on prom night.] Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey, man, I'm sorry about all that. [No, look, it's all right, man, I just...you know, I'm not asking you to change, I just.... I don't know, I guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?] Wait, whoa whoa whoa, yes we do. Yes we do. [What?] Hunting. [Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.] Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it. (17:51)

I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone. [Carmen: Okay. What's gotten into you lately?] This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you...but I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't want to waste it. (19:58)

And there's this woman that's haunting me, I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is—not yet, anyway. It's like my old life is coming after me or something, you know, like it doesn't want me to be happy. Of course, I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball, but you'd say, "Go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness or all those people's lives, no contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? (23:14)

I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it. (26:07)

[Djinn!Sam: Why'd you have to keep digging? Why couldn't you have left well-enough alone? You were happy.] [Djinn!Mary: Put the knife down, honey.] You're not real. None of it is. [It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had.] What? [It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home.] I'll die. The djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple days. [But in here, with us, it'll feel like years, like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain, no more fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.] [Djinn!Jessica: You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full life.] [Djinn!Carmen: We can have a future together, have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please.] [Djinn!Sam: Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife.] I'm sorry. (34:47)

I gotta tell you, though, man, you know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids. [Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.] I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad....all I can—all I can think about it how much this job has cost us. We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much. (40:43)

Sam—

[Dean: Get out of the car.] I'm going with you. [You're just gonna slow me down.] Tough. [This is dangerous and you could get hurt.] Yeah, and so could you, Dean. [Sam—] Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone, and that's that. [I don't understand, why are you doing this?] Because you're still my brother. [Bitch.] What are you calling me a bitch for? [You're supposed to say jerk.] What? [Nevermind.] (27:07)

Well, I'm glad we do [get along]. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't have had the strength. They would've just stayed. (40:25)

[Dean: We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much.] But people are alive because of you, Dean. It's worth it, it is. It's not fair, and, you know, it hurts like hell, but it's worth it. (41:24)

21. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART I

Dean—

I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. (39:32)

Sam—

[Jake: By the way, I, uh, appreciate what you're doing here.] What am I doing? [Keeping calm, keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you really are. I've been in some deep crap before myself. I know the look.] Want to know the truth? I got this brother, right? And he's always telling me how he's gonna watch out for me, how everything's gonna be okay, you know, kinda like I've been telling them. [Yeah.] I don't know if I believe it this time. (22:56)

22. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART II

Dean—

[Bobby: Don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?] No. [We could maybe....] What? Torch his corpse? Not yet. [I want you to come with me.] I'm not going anywhere. [Dean, please.] Would you cut me some slack? [I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help. Something big is going down—end-of-the-world big!] Well, then let it end! [You don't mean that.] You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. (02:16)

You know, when we were little, when you couldn't have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom, why do we always have to move around, where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I have one job—I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too? How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. What am I supposed to do? (06:27)

That's the same deal you give everybody else. [Demon: You're not everybody else. Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway.] (11:08)

You almost died in there. I mean, what would I have.... You just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit. (16:37)

Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right? (19:00)

[Bobby: What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad—you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.] (19:18)

Dad brought me back, Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? It's like my life can mean something. [Bobby: What? And it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?] I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother. [How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?] You can't tell him. You take a shot at me, whatever you gotta do, but please don't tell him. (19:27)

[Azazel: You saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back is 100% pure Sam? You of all people should know that's what dead should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.] (32:23)

[Sam: You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?] Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job. (38:45)

Sam—

I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean... our whole lives, everything... has been prepping for this, and now I...I kind of don't know what to say. (36:35)

[Dean: I had to look out for you. That's my job.] And what do you think my job is? [What?] You saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change. (38:57)

#lol s2 finallyyyy #today i found out that one of my new roommates used to watch SPN and she immediately asked my opinion on w/nc/st #and i said 'well i have siblings and i'm not a freak so.' and she said okay good lol #spn #ej.pdf #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn season 2 #spn season two #spn quotes

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Excuse me, but may I please request a fic about that time you mentioned in your dad spy au that Scout was poisoned? It’s fine if you don’t want to I just really like forcing family bonding though comically tragic circumstances. Thanks.

tag yourself i’m forcing family bonding through comically tragic circumstances

(warnings for poison and mention of etc dangerous circumstances)

Across the table from him, Jeremy started frowning and stopped fidgeting with his straw, which was his first clue that something was wrong. The second was when he took a moment to lie his head down on the surface of the diner’s table, and the third was when he quietly told Spy that he didn’t really like this place’s hot chocolate very much. He thought it said it had some kind of peppermint in it, but mostly it just tasted a whole lot like almonds.

Almonds, Jacques thought, and saw the peculiar way Jeremy took a deep breath, and he felt his heart nearly stop.

A mad rush to the motel where he first urged Jeremy to throw up as much as he could manage, followed by giving him a hearty dose of charcoal to try and flush whatever he could out of Jeremy’s system as quickly as possible, followed then by hearty amounts of water and a bolt for the car, because anyone who would try to administer cyanide to his son was probably smart enough to send someone to tail them as far as the motel, and they needed to act quickly.

And then Jacques found himself at the side of the road up some mountain path half an hour away in the spaghetti-like terrain, hugging his son loosely enough to try not to choke him any further.

“Pops, I’ll be fine,” Jeremy insisted, muffled against his shoulder, a change in height that was still new enough to be strange to Jacques. But his assurance was weakened by the way he was clinging for support. “Just gotta sleep it off, maybe. I’ll be okay. You can quit freakin’ out.”

“I cannot and will not stop freaking out,” Jacques insisted, hugging him tighter for a moment. “Not until I’m sure this has passed.”

Truthfully, he didn’t know exactly how long that would take. They were just past the 30 minute mark, which was usually, he knew, around the part where the person died if they were going to die at any point. But his son was not only conscious, but actively complaining, which surely was a good sign.

The remainder of their afternoon and well into the night, he found himself pacing, fretting, fidgeting with things and nagging and adjusting things just so where they’d finally settled down, at an empty campground a half hour’s drive away where he was reasonably certain they wouldn’t be found. And Jeremy continued to whine and complain about the treatment he was receiving where he’d been all but buckled into place in the back seat of their car, whinging about being coddled and babied and fussed over. But nothing could dissuade Jacques from it, and Jeremy seemed to catch on to that fact pretty quickly and just settled in to ride it out.

He made them both a little dinner with what they had in the small cooler they kept with them, and Jeremy ate cautiously enough to tell him that he was still nauseous, and he found himself trying to think of things to keep him distracted. He settled for asking Jeremy about that comic book he’d been rambling about earlier that week, and that earned him a solid hour’s rant about the ins and outs of American superheroes.

He was just getting a breath in to ask if this Green Lantern situation ever involved an actual lantern at any given point when Jeremy stopped suddenly, glancing down at his empty plate and setting it down to one side after a moment’s consideration.

“Sorry, I know this, uh, isn’t your speed,” he apologized quietly.

“Er,” Jacques said carefully, “I will admit that I’m not sure I’m doing the best job of picking up on all of these different names, but I do find all of this very interesting, for what that’s worth.”

Jeremy shrugged. “Uh. I dunno, maybe this just... feels weird, is all. Like, talkin’ about these guys who can fly and shoot lasers and stuff when, like... when stuff is so serious the rest of the time. Like, talkin’ about Hal Jordan versus Alan Scott when I got poisoned this morning.”

A sinking feeling. He tried to choose his words carefully. “In my opinion, that does not make what we’re talking about matter less, just... expands everything else around it,” he finally said. “Maybe it feels smaller to you, but only because this has made you take the proverbial step back. A different perspective.”

A pause. “Maybe,” Jeremy said quietly. Another pause. “I just think Hal Jordan isn’t gonna be anywhere near as cool, is all.”

“Big shoes to fill,” Jacques agreed easily enough.

“Yeah. Like, first of all, Alan Scott was already two first names, but I’ll let Scott slide because I don’t hear it much, right? But Hal Jordan? That’s even dumber! Who would name their kid that? That’s, like, askin’ for your kid to end up a superhero or somethin’. It’s just like Clark Kent. Pick somethin’ normal.”

“For the record, normal names have yet to exempt either of us from trouble,” he joked.

“Yeah, but, like, come on! But yeah, so it’s a whole thing that there’s only so many rings, right—?”

And just like that, Jeremy was launching back into his explanation. And later on, once he was recovered, Jacques decided to maybe bring it up again, this feeling of dread, of things feeling so much less than before. But in the mean time, he really needed to figure out how Green Arrow was meant to fit in with all these other Green individuals.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #dad!spy #father-son bonding AU

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mcyt-transcribed · 3 years

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TW for discussion of cancer and Covid-19

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Techno: Yo, Technoblade here with another upload, oh my God I can’t believe it. We’re back, we’re playing Bedwars, uh, I don’t know why I said that in the present tense because I actually recorded these Bedwars games a few days ago. I have- I’ve played like, almost no Bedwars since the win streak, which was like, I dunno, years ago - so, you know, forgive me if I’m a little rusty. These are literally just the first three games of Bedwars I played, recorded them, and then just threw them in this background footage because, you know, I like live commentaries a lot, but I feel like sometimes, when you have a topic to talk about, having to play a video game simultaneously can sorta- it can sorta detract from the commentary, you know?

But before that: a plushie commercial filmed on my iPhone.

We got the first one - it’s Technoblade. He’s in a flying pose. He’s flying to save some civilians or he’s falling flat on his face. Depends on who you ask. Alright. We got the- We got Technoblade. He’s sitting down. He’s- He’s seated. He’s seated. It’s incredibly exciting. Uh, we got- we got Technoblade but he’s- he’s a giant- he’s a gigantic pillow. It’s Technopillow. This is actually- This is actually really- This is really soft. You’re gonna have to take my word for it.

These plushies go on sale on September 3rd at 3 PM EST at youtooz.com. The last ones sold out in around eight hours, so be prepared. I mean, one of them was like, two minutes but ehhh, it’s not happening again.

So where has Technoblade been? I know I’ve been gone since like, June. I was actually being really productive in July, which I know you guys are gonna- You’re not gonna believe me when I say that because I made no content. But I was! I was, you gotta believe me, okay? I was getting so much work done IRL; I was like, filling out paperwork, making business moves, working on merchandise, buying new equipment to make new videos. ‘Cause I really wanted- I really wanted to increase the rate at which I was making videos, ‘cause I kinda spent- You know, I kinda spent like, all this time becoming a famous YouTube and then instantly like, stopped uploading. Which, I mean, to be fair, I guess that started more in like 2018. So, that’s more just a pattern now.

But I figured, you know, this whole thing where I go two- you know, one or two months without uploading- I don’t want that to be me, man. I wanna be uploading at least once per week. So I spent a lot of time preparing to do that. And the plan was that I would start doing that in August, but I took a- It didn’t- It’s, uh- It’s not going great, I’m not going to lie to you.

So in the last two days of July I noticed that my right arm was starting to hurt a decent amount and I thought- My best guess was that it was some kind of repetitive stress injury, ‘cause you know I’ve been playing video games since the age of like, five. It’s pretty much nonstop. I was gonna get carpal tunnel at some point but, uh, I took a few days to rest my arm and it really didn’t… really didn’t feel any better after that. And so after a few days of that, I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that my right shoulder was starting to swell like crazy and I was like, “Oh my God! I must’ve broken a bone, this is-” I mean, this- It looked- it looked crazy.

So, you know, the next day - August 2nd - I, uh, headed over to the doctor to see what was wrong and uh, they ran a couple of scans and then they came back and they told me that, uh, the reason my arm hurts is because I have cancer.

That really couldn’t have gone worse, I don’t think. I feel a bit silly talking about this with, uh, Minecraft in the background; it feels a bit out of place. But I’m a Minecraft YouTuber - I don’t- I don’t do a face cam. Which is I guess how most people would talk about serious things, with a face cam. I also probably, uh- *chuckles* Also probably a bit weird to plug my merchandise in the- in the same video, like, “Hey, guys, I have a- I have a terrible disease, also buy my plushies, bro.” But uh- *laughs* Listen: I’ve been waiting so many months to sell those plushies, bro. And it keeps getting delayed and now cancer thinks it can stop me. No no no no no. I’m trying to make some bank, bro. I wanna get paid, also they look fantastic, I mean just look at them, they look incredible. Alright?

I mean, I guess it would be ideal to like, split up the announcements, but I’m going back into chemotherapy next week; I don’t got time for this, man. We gotta go!

To be fair, I could make this a lot weirder; I could have like, the thumbnail be a giant red arrow pointing to my tumor with the caption “Might die! Not clickbait!” *laughs* Yeah, just the ultimate- the ultimate YouTuber, bro. We’re clickbaiting the whole process.

So after the scans come in, I get transferred to another hospital which has an oncology award, so it’s a lot more specialized towards what I need. And I’m sorta like sitting there in the bed for a couple of days like, “Hello. Could I please get some healthcare? Could I- Could I just get a- Could I just get a crumb of healthcare? Please! Like, I *stutters* I wanna see people sprinting, you know? I feel like I want to see some urgency, you know? If you guys gotta- *stammers* You know, there’s like, this tumor on my arm - if you guys could just- if you guys could just get rid of it. Just get rid of it right now! Could we just go? If you gotta cut off my arm, cut off my arm, bro - do what you gotta do. I won’t complain, man, I’ve won enough Minecraft tournaments. I’ll just play Minecraft with my feet from here on out, bro. I’ll still be B tier at least, okay? It’s fine. Do what you gotta do.”

But then the doctors are telling me, “Oh, well, we can’t- we can’t do it immediately. We gotta- We gotta find out what it is, we gotta run some tests, do a biopsy.” I’m like, “Okay, do the biopsy.” Like, “Oh, well first we gotta do some scans.” I’m like, “Alright, dude, the scans.” And so it took a couple of days and then they did a biopsy, uh, three days later. And then I was like, “Alright. Let’s go!” And they were like, “Oh, well, the biopsy is gonna take like, a week or more to get back.” And I’m just sitting here like, “Bruh, please. Please, just treat me.”

I mean, it makes sense. It makes a lot of sense and I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but I’m just sitting there in the hospital like, “Please. Please, healthcare.” So they get the biopsy and they send me home and they’re saying like, I’ll come back in like a week or so when they have a treatment plan prepared, and so I- It was a very fun week at home ‘cause I was sitting there still not getting treated and I was just like, looking at my tumor like, “Alright, Mr. Tumor. You know, you need me to survive so it’s in your best interest to just- to just chill out for a little bit, you know? We don’t wanna go too crazy.”

And faintly- Faintly if you strain your ears, underneath my skin you can hear:

[Dream’s speedrun music plays for a few seconds]

Techno: Yeah, it was a really fun week. But I did finally get started on chemotherapy, which is a wonderful process. Let me explain chemotherapy. So basically uh, you know how society has progressed for thousands of years of technological and medical innovation? So basically, one of the top three ways we have to fight cancer is uh, for you to go to the hospital and then they uh, plug you into a machine and then they inject poison directly into your veins for several days. That’s uh, that’s one of the best ways we’ve got of going about this and the poison- it’s supposed to kill the cancer - it uh, also kills things like, you know, blood. But ehhh, does anybody really need blood? I feel like it’s pretty optional, you know? Uh- *small laugh* Blood for the Blood God as it were, alright? Uh, I’ll take what I can get.

I, uh, you know, I used to have a channel meme- ‘cause back in the day- you know how my motivation always goes up and down in, like, cycles? I used to have a meme where whenever I’d get super motivated I’d, ya know, I’d start uploading, like crazy. I’d also do things like get a haircut. And, so, I joked that, uh, the less hair I had, the more I’d upload. ‘Cause that’s- the hair was holding me back. And so, if that’s still true, I gotta say, chemotherapy, that’s gotta be daily uploads or something, bro. *laughs* It’s gonna be- Chemotherapy Arc is gonna be fantastic for content.

Well, ya know, after I got diagnosed, I, uh, I’ve been making a lot of phone calls- ya know, informing all of my distant family members about the situation- and, I gotta say, of all the phone calls I’ve made, nobody took the news worse than my health insurance provider. They’ve been inconsolable for weeks. They were like, “You got what!? No!”

I mean, I had no idea they cared so much. They’ve just- oh my God. I- I think they’re the real victims of this. I mean, could you imagine? Could you imagine? Like, look at me! I was a healthy twenty-two year old, I, like, barely went to the doctor, even for, like, regular appointments. I- I guess I went to the dentist, that’s the one thing I did. I was the freest paycheck they’ve ever seen in their lives. They could’ve been milking money off of me for decades. And then, bam, cancer, bro. *laughs* Oh, those poor guys.

Uh, the one- the one favor I- I do wanna ask- If you guys could all do one small favor for Technoblade- uh, you know that coronavirus thing you been hearing in the news for the last couple of years? Uh, I want you guys to get rid of it. Just, uh, I want it gone. Just a couple days should be sufficient for you guys to do that.

No, but, seriously. I’m kind of, uh, immunocompromised right now, which means, uh, if a bacteria touches me or, like, a virus touches me, I will explode. So, yeah, uh, I wanna- get the vaccine, is what I’m saying.

I’m gonna get cancelled by the anti-vaxxers for saying it, but it’s such a good vaccine, bro. Pfizer got full FDA approval, this week, for people aged sixteen and up. I think you- you can also get it if you’re eleven to fifteen if you’ve got emergency approval or whatever. Uh, I mean, if you have any concerns, don’t listen to a Minecraft YouTuber, but, please, at least talk to a doctor. Because it’s- it’s so good bro. It’s so good.

The hospitals are currently getting flooded by unvaccinated people. I’m gonna go ahead and speak on behalf of all cancer patients when I say that it is incredibly annoying when the- when the hospitals are getting overworked by people dying of preventable diseases. I’m just saying- we got dibs on those hospital beds. So, ya know, you- you probably don’t- you don’t even want them really. You don’t even want to need them. So, I think the vaccine… what is it? It, like, reduces the chances of you needing hospitalization from Covid by, like, ninety-six percent? I mean, it’s so effective, bro! Come on! I mean, you might still get, like… I mean, you could still catch coronavirus, but, like, the symptoms are gonna be so much milder, bro, I’m just saying. Think about it. Think about it. Talk to a doctor.

I remember when I first went in for chemotherapy, A: I was thrilled, ‘cause, like, yo! Healthcare! Inject it into my veins, bro! Let’s go! But, also, like, the first couple of days were actually pretty chill. I was like, ‘Dang! This is easy, bro!’. And then it kicked in. And then it kicked in. My energy levels were zero; they were absolutely nothing. It’s hard to describe how tired I was, but I think my one example is- so they let me go back home. And after several days of resting, I had a virtual appointment with a doctor. And, so, they were, like, ‘Alright’. And I was just sitting there, like, ‘Wait a second. You guys want me to sit upright in a chair for an hour? What is this, the Olympics, bro? I’m going back to bed! What? What?’ *laughs* ‘Wha? Let’s calm down here. Sitting in a chair? Am I Superman? Like, come one, bro.’

As you can probably tell, I’m feeling a lot better right now. Which is, uh, I think that’s part of the process, is, uh, you get a little bit of recovery time to, uh, ya know, eat a lot of really good food- get the weight back- and get ready for the next round.

And, uh, before we go back for the next round, I’m gonna be playing a lot of video games, uh, making some content, seeing if I can get some more videos prepared, because, uh- I know people are gonna be like, ‘No! Technoblade! You don’t need to make videos for us! Please rest!’

Nah, this isn’t about you, bro. This is about me. I enjoy this, man. This is, like, one of the safest and most fun things I could be doing right now, bro, I’m gonna do it. I don’t know how much content I could make, ‘cause I’m kinda slow, but we’ll see. We’ll see.

I already have a video prepared for next week, uh, September third. You guys are gonna love it. It’s, uh, it was actually- it’s kind of, kind of an old video. It was, uh, from a few months ago, but it’s very good. So, yeah! You guys have that to look forward to.

And, for the record, I know I’ve been complaining a lot in this video, but I just wanna clarify that the doctors I have are, like, insanely good, bro. I’m gonna be getting some of the finest healthcare in the world, so don’t worry about me too much.

I think the treatment has already started to show some results. I- I mean, it’s been so short of a time, so the results aren’t gonna be insane or anything, but, at the very least, the speedrun music has stopped playing.

So, yeah, that’s where I’ve been and that’s what I’m gonna be doing for the foreseeable future. Wish me luck, and, uh, wear a mask, I guess. Ya know, standard coronavirus procedures. All that coronavirus stuff and like, getting vaccinated - that goes double for Californians, okay? But it helps everywhere.

Uh, that’s all I’ve got for today. See you guys next time!

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