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rosemariad · 3 months

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Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦🏾‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting…I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That’s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her two Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipotent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

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milliemuus · 4 months

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The True Mochi Mayhem (still thinking of canonity):

Kieran: ok, he’s almost down Millie, we can do this!

Millie: Right!

*the rest of the friends cheer them on*

PV! Pecharunt: …you really think you can stop us?

*smoke bellows out, from the smoke there are voices*

Azure Dive Pecharunt: Well, Lookie here!

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: It seems the runt has a little speech prepared,

@alatlus Pecharunt: You done with monologues?

All of the Pecharunts: ‘CAUSE IT’S OUR TURN Y’ALL SHOULD BE SCARED!

Kieran: …HOW ARE THERE MORE OF YOU?!

*The fight begins*

@tealmaskmybeloved Pecharunt: Toil on, but, you shall fall,

PV! Pecharunt: Malice black as tar, our toxins, will corrode all!

Azure Dive Pecharunt: It’s quite amusing as the light of hope fades from existence,

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: With our mere chain we’ll quash the struggle of your last resistance!

@tealmaskmybeloved Pecharunt: Toxins of shadow…

@alatlus Pecharunt: …Conquest sears

Azure Dive Pecharunt: As the sovereign of fear,

PV Pecharunt: Tears away, your whole veneer!

All of the Pecharunts:

Who are you, To think that you could defy That which rules the night? We will bring forth your demise! So says us! And as the final spark of hope dies, Toxins shall swallow the land. Gales of miasma sweep life under black sand, And yet you stand up the miasma cloud, We’ll crush you by our own hands, We’re the soul of hate: ANNIHILATE! PV Pecharunt:

You'll bend the knee before us Like those other worthless cattle. As this whole world submits Locked tight within our toxic shackles!

Kieran & Carmine:

Yeah, yeah, that's nice and all, But I'm sick of your useless prattle! Put up your dukes, you fools So square up for the final battle!

(Basically, this is Au of what if Pecharunt won and recruited other Pecharunt that are the main antagonist, basically, other Aus Pecharunt. They are all the leaders of a new evil team for reasons I can’t disclose the name.)

(Also, this is just my imagination of what if all of these guys teamed up? Also, the leaders don’t have a ‘leader’ among them since they rotate being the leader but PV! Pecharunt is the leader most of the time since he was the one (I think) who trains the group, they all get along very well one another and arguments rarely happen, they are also a force to be reckoned with as they can all take down the Tao Trio with ease)

(Also, what they’re all saying are lyrics of ‘The Grand Finale by MOTI and Juno Songs, credits to them)

I LIKE TO THINK CANON KIERAN IS IN FETAL POSITION, HAVING A BREAKDOWN BECAUSE WHERE ARE THESE LITTLE GUYS COMING FROM???? HOW DO WE STOP THEM IF THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM??

He's also secretly wondering what happens to Millie in each one, unaware that PV is really the only timeline that Millie exists in (theoretically)

He wants to keep his friends safe, that's for sure. Makes me wonder if PV!Pecha would see him and kinda antagonize him, vaguely hinting at possessing him in his own timeline. I coukd also see PV!Pecha leading them on, simply because it has a childlike arrogance to it. It would probably run the other Pechas like a clan (Think of Momotaro and the Edo Period)

Also I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT ONE YET, BUT ANOTHER JUNO SONGS FAN? HELL YES! Speaking of Mario, a lot of my stuff is inspired by BIS, which you esp already know

That being said, before Pecharunt's insides were revealed to us, I had thought abt making PV!Pecharunt looking like one of the bosses ftom BIS, or maybe the Dark Star, but could never visualize a design

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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A/N ::: @katkitkats and I talked about this about a week ago. I'm sorry this took me so long, Kat. I know it's a lot shorter than what I was anticipating. Ha, isn't that some shit. I DIDN'T write something freakishly long. Jesus. How weird. Anyway, I hope you like it, Kat. <3 As always, thanks for discussing your ideas with me

C/W ::: Timeskip Hanma x depressed F.reader, talk of feeling worthless, mention of leaving - I don't mean suicide, I just mean like, literally going away/leaving.

Hanma is uncharacteristically sweet and compassionate in this piece. Do I think he could ever be capable of such feelings? Honestly? I can see it happening but he's got a lot of growing up to do first.

WC ::: 1,284

Cry Until You Laugh

For Kat

The light from outside was an assault on your eyes that you would not soon forget. Or forgive, for that matter. Hanma pulled back the blackout curtains in favor of the light yellow embroidered sheers to filter the world from your sensitive disposition.

"It looks like it's going to be a warm day. What do you think about going for a rid-" You met his question with a loud groan and rolled over, pulling his pillow over your face. "Ok. So no ride along the coast. Noted. But you know you should at least-" He started again.

"Try to get outside. Yes, Shuji. I know. Thank you." You said softly, despite interrupting him. You knew that he was only trying to do his best for you. For the both of you. "But I think I'd like to stay in. You know how I feel about that fiery fucking thing in the sky. I hate it."

That drew a soft laugh from him. "Hana, what am I going to do with you." You knew what he meant but you just couldn't help yourself.

"It's recycling day, is it not? Just put something decent on me and sit me at the curb. Let the city handle the rest."

"Han- hana. Don't talk like that. Please? I'm never going to ... to do whatever the fuck you're talking about. Now come please. I have to get you up and running and then we’re going out. What sounds good for breakfast?"

You pulled the pillow the rest of the way from your face and flipped it behind your head, sitting at a comfortable incline. The look on Hanma's face was absolutely heartbreaking. He shouldn't have to be dealing with this shit. With you. It made you feel bad, knowing you were such a burden on everyone that has stuck by you up to this point.

Normally, you'd make some offhand comment about how a bowl of shredded glass and bleach would be all you'd need for the morning. But there was a noticeable sadness that was almost heavier in Hanma's eyes than in your own. It made you want to cry. But then that would only make him feel bad. And that was just one more thing you never wanted for him. You were sad enough for the both of you.

"Hana ... please? I know you feel like there are better things to do, but it's important to take care of yourself, baby. Don't you want to show the world how beautiful you are." He chuckles as he says the last part. "Eh, I know you don't care. I know you don't."

Hanma helps you up off of the bed and helps you walk to the bathroom. He lifts you up and sets you on top of the counter and pulls out the brush to run it through your hair. It's been hard for him, this experience with you. He loves you with every piece of himself. But sometimes he doesn't know how to act around you. You're a loose canon sometimes and if he says or does something that can set you off, there's no telling how long you'll be on that downward spiral.

"Hey... Look at me. It's going to be okay. We'll take some time just for us today." He tips your face up so you're looking at him. His amber eyes are glowing in the morning sunlight.

How, you wonder, can one person be everything when you are nothing.

He manages to take care of things and makes sure you do the bare minimum on top of everything else. It's so fucking exhausting being you.

Sometimes you play the "If I just left" game. But you would never leave him like that. You don't think, anyway.

"Look at me." His tone shifted from soft to commanding. "I mornings are hard for you. I know this morning is hard for you." As he notices you're not responding, he brings his face close, and caresses your cheeks, to make you see him as he stares at you sharply.

His reassurances are your downfall. You can tell him no over and over again. Tell him to fuck off until you're blue in the face. But he'd only tell you that blue looks really pretty on you.

"I love you." You break down in tears.

He holds you tightly, shushing you softly. "I'm here. I'm here, baby. I'm not leaving. I promise. I'll stay as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going anywhere." He whispers softly to you as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. "It's going to be okay."

You feel so stupid and vulnerable right now. You just want to crawl in a hole and disappear. But Hanma won't let that happen.

He helps you get ready for the day and takes you to the kitchen for breakfast. You hate it when he cooks for you. It makes you feel like a child. But he insists and you're just too fucking tired to argue.

After you eat, he helps you put on your shoes and a light jacket before grabbing his keys and wallet. He opens the front door and lets you walk out first before following behind you.

The sunlight was damn near blinding. You hadn't been outside in weeks and the fresh air felt foreign.

Hanma takes your hand and leads you to his car. You can already feel the anxiety starting to shake loose in your chest. It's been so long since you've been out in public. You just hope that no one you know sees you.

The ride to the park is a quiet one. You're still upset and you're trying not to cry again.

When you finally reach the park, Hanma parks the car and comes around to open your door. He offers his hand and you take it.

You walk in silence through the park. The only sound is the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet.

As you're walking, you notice Hanma taking pictures of you. You don't like it but you don't say anything. You know he's just trying to make you feel better.

You both stop at a bench and sit down. Hanma wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "How are you feeling, hana? It's been some time since you've been out like this." He says softly.

"I'm alright." You respond quietly.

"You don't have to pretend with me, baby." He says as he caresses your cheek. "It's okay to not be okay."

"I just... I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't stand how I feel like this. I hate that I'm not able to be normal anymore." You sigh as you lean into his touch.

"You're doing the best you can, sweetheart. You're so brave and so beautiful." He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"You don't have to keep doing this, you know." You say quietly. "You don't have to keep putting up with me. You can leave if you want."

"I'm not going anywhere, hana. I'm here for you. I love you and I'm not leaving you."

You lean against him as tears start to well up in your eyes. "I don't deserve you."

He stretched his arms above his head. "I know." He whispers as he gently strokes your hair. "Everything in the world, hana. You're worth it. I'll never leave you."

You sniffle as you try to hold back the tears. "I just want to be normal again."

Hanma sighs softly. "I know, hana. But what's the fun in that?"

He looks down and smiles at you.

And for the first time in a long time, you smile.

Really smile.

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crowleys-hips · 6 months

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"And that's the tragedy of it all, isn't it? To have been so close within reach of that dream, fingers almost grazing it. Just for it to have burnt to the ground. He of all beings should've been wary of the dangers of flying too close to the sun. No one else knows the agony of scorched wings like he does.

But this fall? It's not one he's coming out alive from. He's lost everything now."

Crowley drinks holy water

There's nowhere to turn this time. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide and lick his wounds. Nowhere to brood. No alcohol strong enough to bear the injury of this reality. Everywhere is just a new hell where his own mind executes the torture.

How could he have gotten it so wrong?

How had he deluded himself into believing he really knew this angel? Six thousand bloody years and he still doesn’t know a single thing, apparently. He’s a demon. A wretched, worthless, atrocious, unforgivable, vile demon. That’s all he’ll ever be. But above all, unlovable. What the hell had he been thinking, thinking he and an angel could ever be anything? That a wretched thing like himself could ever mean anything to a being so pure and holy. His soiled hands are and have always been unfit to hold a heart as golden as his.

Stupid. stupid. stupid. So fucking stupid.

Friends? We’re not friends! We are an angel. And a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common! I don’t even like you!

There is no ‘Our Side,’ Crowley!

I am good. You, I’m afraid, are evil

Shut up.

You were an angel once

Shut up. Shut up.

We may have both started off as angels, but you are fallen

SHUT UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP.

Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you’re the bad guys!

Crowley swerves abruptly, narrowly avoiding a double-decker, and hits the pedal as he uselessly tries to speed away from his own thoughts, but there’s no outrunning the truth. Aziraphale is gone. He chose Heaven over him. Because of course he did. He never even was an option to begin with. What a ridiculous notion.

We’re a team, a group. A group of the two of us-

How terribly fucking wrong he had been…but then why…?

I knew you’d come through for me. You always do…

I know you…

This is um, Crowley. He and I…go back a long time

Oh there’s no need to thank me, that’s what…friends…are for…

I need you!

Crowley growls as he glares at the blurry streets before him. No, no you don’t, he thinks as he presses his foot down. No, you fucking don't. You've demonstrated as much. He tries to ignore the relentless, burning, ice-cold pain that comes crashing down on him in waves, cracking his ribs, burning and constricting his lungs. His heart stings with every pathetic beat, like a constant plea to be set free of this torment.

Had it really all been a lie? Had he been lying to himself all this goddamn time? Had Aziraphale never seen him as anything but a convenient work partnership or whatever the fuck it is that they had going on for all these years? Was it just that? A transactional relationship? A dirty means to an end?

He’s barely aware of where he's going. The road gets blurrier and blurrier as he can’t fight the tears any longer.

Of course he’s not important. Never has been. Never will be. How could he have been so delusional? Aziraphale has never wanted him . Only the angel he once was. The angel who has long been dead. A starmaker cast into his own flames. His past self mocking him for all that could’ve been, had he just been someone entirely different. A corpse haunting his every waking moment.

You can’t necromance innocence, angel .

He as himself has never been enough. Never good enough. Never ever ever ever. That much should've been obvious from the start, but he’d been too busy reaching for this ludicrous fantasy of an Us pretending and hoping against all odds that he could have this. But of course, as it's bound to happen time and time again, reality came crashing down upon him. An iceberg sinking the unsinkable. Slowly, then all at once, tearing apart in half and dragging down a millennia old hoax -beauty built on lies, lies built on baseless hope- to the depths of an endless, cold void. And even so, even now, at the very end of his world, this faithless love is the only hoax he'll ever believe in. There's nothing left of him but the memory of warm lips, soft, shaking hands on his back that, for just an infinitesimal spark of time, deigned to hold him close, and a grief-stricken face mixed with disgust and contempt. Those piercing, stormy blue eyes burnt at the forefront of his mind.

I forgive you.

Crowley chokes on a sob as he veers up a dirt road at the side of a hill. He's somewhere south of London, he doesn't know where, he just knows he's far enough away from everything. This is it now. Enough stalling.

He stops the car near a cliffside and turns off the engine. He takes a moment to wipe his tear-streaked face and takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths to steel himself before reaching into the glove compartment with a shaking hand. There it is. He carefully pulls out the little glass vial. He turns it around in his hand, staring at the clear liquid pensively. Memories of a distraught angel warning him about destruction fill his mind.

“Well, it's not like it matters to you anymore. You have no use for me now. You'll never know,” he mutters out loud, sighing in defeat.

He slides his sunglasses off and places them on top of the dashboard before he goes to open the door, but finds it’s locked. He tries again.

“C’mon,” he sighs and yanks on the handle. “You can’t do this. You’re my car and you will do as I say,” he yanks harder, to no avail. He sighs. “Alright. fine. I’ll just do it in here then.”

There’s a pause. After a few seconds, he hears the click of the door unlocking.

“That’s what I thought,” he reaches for the door again, but stops.

He looks back at the wheel. The dashboard. The all too silent stereo. The gear stick. The passenger seat where he had been beside him so many times. The rearview mirror with the memory of his image forever burnt onto it. The backseat with his plants. Everything. Delicately tracing every surface with his mournful eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, old friend,” he whispers to the car, taking one final look at it. “I’m sorry,” he looks away and finally climbs out.

He walks up the short path to the edge of the cliff and looks out at the ocean. The echo of longing stares fills his memory. He looks out at the ocean and tries not to think of how he’d been drowning in that haze of silver blue for all his life, aching for air, living for the hope of it all. He looks out at the ocean and takes a deep breath, the salt air stinging the wounds in his soul. All those times that he’d felt truly seen, with or without shades, just to find out that all along those angelic eyes had been wrapped under a blindfold. The nudity of his emotions means nothing now, because what he had deemed worthy of the risk and effort just to be known, his angel had deemed it all worth the loss. All evidence of their shared fragile existence being something worth fighting for and staying alive for is nothing now but the ashes of a once raging fire that had burned too bright for its own good. A collision of two stars resulting in a violent supernova, leaving behind nothing but a blackhole in its aftermath.

He cradles the shattered pieces of six thousand years close to his heart, weeping at the impossibility of ever piecing it all back together. His only one love gone, his kingdom come undone, what else is there left for him now, but to give in to the vastness of this new nonexistence?

He looks down at the little vial in his hand. Six thousand years worth of memories swirl around in his mind. Shared laughs over hearty meals. Long walks around a park. Seemingly endless nights of drinking and long conversations. Small favors. Grand gestures. Intricate plans just to spend some time together. Little stolen moments shared on begged and borrowed time. A song. A slow dance. An almost. An oh-so-painful almost. And that's the tragedy of it all, isn't it? To have been so close within reach of that dream, fingers almost grazing it. Just for it to have burnt to the ground. He of all beings should've been wary of the dangers of flying too close to the sun. No one else knows the agony of scorched wings like he does.

But this fall? It's not one he's coming out alive from. He's lost everything now.

He unscrews the lid from the vial and looks out at the ocean again, thinking of those silver blue eyes.

He drinks.

On a hill not so far behind stands an old cobblestone house that's been empty for years. It's been on sale for the past decade or so, but to its misfortune, no one will ever buy it. It just stands there, waiting for warmth and love to finally inhabit it. To restore its crumbling facade and revive the light within. But none will ever come.

𓅪

Over the next few years, ornithologists all over the world started to debate over the strange phenomenon that occurred that particular year. All nightingales from every corner of the planet had mysteriously lost their ability to sing. All sorts of theories for its cause started to spring, from climate change to habitat loss to changes in their own nature. But no one ever figured out why. And little by little, every single one went extinct.

One single angel in Heaven heard the silence. The loss carved him hollow. Not being able to face his insurmountable grief, he spent the rest of his eternity trying to figure out how to rewind time to undo the damage.

It is unknown if he ever succeeded.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #ineffable heartbreak #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #angst

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WAVERIDER THOUGHTS

This will be long, and nasty. I may be yapping nonsense myself, and ngl this was all written in a fit of emotion, so it may be biased as all fuck. SPOILERS EVERYWHERE. Read further at your own choice.

Kazu, the neglectful, crappy father of his characters

Yeah, no, it’s been a long-time issue of his. Every new book has a new character. Not much of a problem if you're establishing the world - it’s a big one if you’re ending a story. See, the point of a finale isn’t to get us invested in new characters, it’s about giving a satisfying conclusion to your old. And not necessarily purely conclusive either! Some characters still have some journey to walk, but what matters is that you could read what happened to them, be at peace with how they went.

Kazu wrote the finale as if he’s writing 16 more books.

Let’s see the line-up shall we?

Trellis - has been hyped up being the true king, has been trying to get people stop believing in the false king, would not shut the fuck up about the well-being of the elves for several books.

Ending: Changed his mind last minute and gave up the throne.

Vigo - a flawed mentor. Kinda useless. Tries to be a guiding force and emotional support.

Ending: Dies in the most pointless and jarring way possible.

Aly - has exhibited great leadership qualities, is a good friend to Navin.

Ending: she wasn’t even there.

Etc etc. and that’s THREE of them so far, and it’s disastrous. Their conclusions were poor and nonsensical, the narrative portrays them as foolish and ignorant, and basically just treated their entire journey of 8 books as worthless and with little to no growth. Which is just yonkers. The main players don’t play in the final part, and the supporting casts are pretty much not supporting.

Then there’s the NEW cast.

No, sorry, I can’t stand them. They’re not appealing to me, we barely know anything about them except they’re apparently competent and we’re supposed to accept that they’re gonna be the better, newer generation of the Guardian Council? Because the story says so?

Why put new characters to play a part where your established characters can fill in perfectly? At least those established characters already have something ESTABLISHED, thus the payoff is more impactful ,especially if you fit them properly into the role. I never even gave a crap about Cielis and there needing to be a new Guardian Council, I always got the impression in book 4 that it was supposed to be the waning era of stonekeepers, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE MOTHERSTONE WAS STOLEN, THERE’S LITTLE OF IT LEFT, THERE ISN’T A NEW MOTHERSTONE IN CANON, APPARENTLY ENDED UP FORGOTTEN BY EVERYONE ELSE DESPITE BEING A POWERFUL ARTIFACT, AND STONEKEEPERS ARE TOO DANGEROUS FOR THE WORLD OF ALLEDIA. IN GENERAL.

All in all, the book feels like it’s trying to shove and rub these new guys all over my face, trying to get me to love them.

Gabilan, or just make Gulfen a democracy at this point

I'm gonna be for real though, I don't think Gabilan is the best guy for the job. Just because he was "kinda" right about stonekeepers doesn't mean he's a leader, and I don't think someone who kills people for a living, profits off of war, violates people's minds and steals their memories and ruin their lives, and arrogantly believes he has the judgment and say on who gets to keep which memories would be anyone's first choice to rule the country at its most desperate either. He’s sharp, yes, but moral? He has the moral backbone of a fucking chocolate eclair. A guy like that would not treat the people under him with the right to choose, when so many of his actions involve violating other people. If that’s THEIR next best choice after Trellis, Gulfen is fucked.

It's also kinda frustrating. Gabilan gets ONE reference to how he intends to be King, while Trellis gets references that he's the true king for several books, people desiring he make a better people out of the elves, had enemies trying to kill him to prevent him from taking the throne like the VOICE himself, only for the narrative to never even follow through it?

The story can't seem to make up its mind either. "Stonekeepers in power are bad because they keep seeking to control others and are bad at maintaining control, so you shouldn't be King. That's why you should get an even higher, greater authority so now you're the leader of the Guardian Council!" 😩 make it make sense?

Ronin, or how to make supervillains

Kazu has a bad understanding of how people work by how he wrote Ronin. Iffy enough that Ronin is retconned to be alive, her method on raising these stonekeepers is to be heavily scrutinized. I’ll be controversial here, but Ronin sucks as a person.

That’s NOT how you treat people, especially when they’re asking for help, even if they wronged you. That’s prioritizing your pride over what’s needed to be done.

Keeping kids in an isolated area, even with their consent, scaring off locals from their livelihood so you could have THEIR resources instead, and then scaring them into not bothering are all shitty things to do. If I didn’t have context, I’d genuinely think she’s trying to make a cult.

She didn’t create a better generation of youth, she created an ECHO CHAMBER. Their interaction with other people who isn’t them are limited and only under her monitoring, they don’t get to have the support and interaction of a wider community, they have fights, she induces them to lose control on purpose (even for training, that’s basically like having someone HAVE breakdowns so they’d “handle breakdowns better”), the young stonekeepers only interact with HER beliefs and HER teachings.

She’s arrogant as all fuck.

The worst part is that the narrative doesn’t treat this as bad, just flawed, which is anything but 💀

To use @/gofancyninjaworld analysis, which is semi-realistic ngl, what Ronin did was plant seeds for these kids to be supervillains.

A sense of isolation

It’s bad enough that having overwhelming power alienates stonekeepers from most people, Ronin’s method of training has them explicitly stay in an area where the range of people they could interact with are greatly limited to Ronin and their fellow students. Sure, they interact with some civilians, but in an unbalanced way, purely in a savior and rescuee way, nothing else. This gives them sparse experience in the give-and-take interactions in a society, because for all they know, water only flows downwards.

A sense of superiority. It's not good to be considered 'gifted' and to be set aside from others.

A sense of entitlement to rule.

Which Ronin further reinforced by planting into their heads that they’re the new Guardian Council eventually, despite having little experience in leading. What happened to “rejecting a seat on the Council because she felt the responsibility at her age was too great”? And that was when she was an older teen. These guys are younger than she was offered.

Access to the means to do so.

The quarry, their stones, and their inevitable ascension to be the new Council.

So basically all she did was groom overly powerful kids with induced breakdowns, with heads too big for their bodies, with very little connection to the wider world to ground them in their thinking and humanity, basically four bombs that could and would inevitably go off. Cool. Any one of 'em could wind up becoming a totalitarian menace. Y'know how spoiled entitled billionaire bastards exists? It's almost virtually the same process.

Interacting with regular people AS regular people, not just as savior or leader is important. It grounds you. It teaches you there’s a variety of people, who won’t always be the perfect victim, who are not necessarily evil but are bad, who are not intentionally malicious but just incompetent, among other things. Application is the real teacher here - the more exposed you are to other people, the better you’d be able to handle them.

Emily, the monster, the savior, the next Buddha

Can’t make up its mind whether to condemn Emily or if she’s the next best thing since sliced fucking bread. Apparently, self-confidence is her issue, not her arrogance or survivor's guilt.

Not to mention her powers came outta nowhere. It’s like she discovers enlightenment, and that was what allowed her to properly control her powers.

Defeats the entire theme of needing other people and that not every outcome is reliant on ONE person’s actions, BY DOING EVERYTHING BY HERSELF, AGAIN!

God, I wish I could say more, but I skipped some of Emily’s parts because reading it was as tedious and agonizing as threading on cold mud. I can’t help but cringe at every dialogue.

The Voice, or how to NOT make a supervillain

…. I don’t even know what to say. Poor Ikol, a victim of the most indecisive and sloppy writing of a villain I’ve seen, I actually feel genuinely fucking bad. I don’t even know where to begin with this dude, he’s just one whole confusing set of contradicting depictions and motivations.

Riva, or how to get a restraining order in 2 fucking seconds

If I were Trellis and told me the same words Riva said, I’d bolt as far as quickly as I possibly can away from her. That’s creepy, full stop.

I think this was kazu's way to prevent fans from shipping Emily and Trellis by a.) aging up Trellis because that’s the only explanation I could think of (even though he said a few times on twitter that he's the elf equivalent of 16) and b.) to get him together with Riva.

The way Kazu went about it is too insane for me. "Hey, I had a vision of you and me having babies and you became a great leader, let's get together" 💀 that's no basis for any healthy relationship, or any relationship at all that isn't transactional 😵. What is this?

On the other hand, he doesn't respect Riva as a character at all. A character becoming a love interest and a parent isn't a bad thing in of itself, but he wrote Riva so impactfully and charismatically in book 6 - she's one of the few rare elf characters, and a girl elf character to boot, is an established leader, was the daughter of an immigrant and knows all the hardship that comes with it, not to mention hails from a city that Cielis outcasted and abandoned because of their fear and prejudice but she compassionately takes care of the people there anyway.

There's so many interesting and compelling storylines with the foundations he made Riva with, and he focuses on getting Riva to get Trellis to get together with her 😵 she gets reduced from a character with plenty of potential to a character that exists purely to uplift another. That's just depressing. Riva and Trellis deserve better.

Who? Navin. We all forgot about fucking Navin

Actually, I’m pretty sure Kazu forgot about Navin up until the last second. The fact I forgot until he came up on the page speaks for itself on how bad the writing problem was. He plays almost no parts at all. He doesn’t even GET to be a leader properly. He was there to get punched, didn’t even GET to help Emily or anybody else.

The Ending

……………………………………………………………………………………

If Older Emily could time travel with the Void, why didn’t she just eliminate Ikol herself instead of leaving it to our current Emily? Oh, and Vigo jarringly dies and sacrifices himself in the most pointless way possible.

All in all, Kazu - world’s most terrible chef

BAN HIM FROM THE KITCHEN 🔥🔥💯💯🔊🔊🗣️😩😩 HE CAN'T COOK.

Bad? I knew it was gonna be bad at the cover alone, ut no way I could've predicted it was THIS atrocious. It’s not the medium’s fault either, you can’t claim that the medium limited what Kazu had to say - Kazu created comics for a living. He has more than a decade of experience, made dozens of pages, by now, he knows YOU CAN’T WASTE A PAGE. Every panel is important. It’s not the medium's fault for being short, it’s Kazu’s for being sloppy.

He has an editor. He has a studio, he has a team, he has several copies of his series, he has claimed he has reread them over and over. He has no excuse to be this inconsistent and directionless. So what the fuck are they doing? Do they just sit there and draw? No quality or consistency check?

Honestly, if he says it was executive meddling, if he was just tired of Amulet and just wanted it over, if it was because of medical reasons - I could accept all those reasons. I could forgive why the series wound up as it is, they’re all reasons I could understand. A decline in quality on purpose I’d understand because that can be fixed. A better employer, a better work schedule, better accommodations.

What I will not accept, if he genuinely believes this. Is. GOOD. WRITING. BECAUSE IT’S NOT. That’s either a lie, an in-denial belief, or just plain ol’ ignorance. That’s just pure arrogance to me. You drop this slop on my feet, 300 pages of yapped nonsense and try to convince me it’s gold? Fuck no. I deserve better, we deserve better, the kids who read your books deserve better. There’s no fixing that kind of thinking.

Am I too harsh? Yes. But I need to let all of these out. Am I kinda biased and a lil incomprehensible? Yes, but I don't care. If you enjoyed it, good for you! But it’s not for me. For closure, I’m nursing whatever shit I try to fix with a rewrite. Kazu already nuked the playground - might as well take a page from his book and do whatever I want like he did.

#amulet series #kazu kibuishi #waverider spoilers #amulet spoilers

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Oof, here we go!! Maera went there!! I couldn’t believe what I just read. I thought I was hallucinating the words.

Oooh the nerve of Aemond, I mean if I were Maera I’d ignore him too. He doesn’t get any sympathy from me. In this universe, even if he’d lain with Alys as a means to an end, and not because he felt something for her, well, we can’t deny the proof of it now can we.

I was also seething at how the people around her - Alicent and even her father fully expect her to turn a blind eye to Aemond’s indiscretion all while she is held up to an impossibly high standard of always doing her best and just accepting it, as if she should be grateful Aemond still returns to her. I know we’re supposed to be judging them based on the standards of that time but it just reminded me that even now, little has changed. Just this afternoon my parents asked when I planned on getting married as I am nearly thirty. And the worst part is how marriage is seen as the solution to everything - because as they put it, what else was I going to do with my life if I didn’t get married? It just drives me mad because it implies that all my accomplishments amount to nothing until I secure a husband, not even that, as if my entire being is worthless until I got married.

Anyway, back to the story, we finally have the confrontation scene!! I had to process my feelings on this because my knee jerk reaction is to feel insulted, how dare Alys act like that as if she was the wife? But then, when I calmed down, I realized, it could also be a projection of my possessiveness to Aemond and to an extent Ewan Mitchell. Fanfiction makes me lose myself in the character so it’s easy to feel as if I’ve been slighted, yes, I’m feeling quite meta today. But in reality, or in canon, Alys isn’t really portrayed heavily enough for us to really get a glimpse of what she was like so it’s easy to paint her as the villain, the seductress who tempted Aemond but let’s not forget- Aemond also chose to lie with Alys. I want to be better and not just lay down the blame on the other woman. For all we know, Alys is amused because she’s past all that and finds the entire thing silly because she doesn’t want to steal Aemond. She already knows his heart belongs to Maera. I feel like she’s like this -taunting because Maera is wary of her. I mean I do want to give her the benefit of the doubt. But I suppose the only way I’ll find out is if I read the next chapter.

When you said drama I didn’t expect it on a Monday hahahahaha but this powered me through the day so thank you so much!! Hope you’re doing well!

I always live for your analysis of the chapters each time I upload 🖤

Aemond is so god damn stupid but think we’ve all gotta remember this boy is about 18/19 in this fic. That is so young! And what man doesn’t make dumb decisions at that age? (I like to think most of the wars in the medieval times are due to young men spitting their dummies out and acting on impulse, only to regret it later)

With Alys, you’re right. In the canon we don’t know an awful lot about her. I’m hoping to give her a bit more depth as a character with more interactions between her and Maera. I’m not sure how some of the audience will react to that. We’re all Aemond girlies and I’m sure there will be plenty of comments like “why doesn’t Maera just stab her ffs.” (Tbf id react the same 🤣) but we can’t just go round stabbing people, can we?

Maera’s got to play the game, and what a long game it will be. She’s going to have to be sneaky, clever and downright badass if she wants to succeed in this world, especially with a war going on.

I have the bulk of the next chapter, just down to editing now. (Spoiler: there will be smut 👀)

#maera wylde #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #chapters #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house targaryen #house wylde #hotd helaena

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So, you know how a while ago during Eldritch confessions, there was that question about if C!Dream was immortal? So, can you do an analysis on that, like what would happen if C!Dream we’re immortal throughout the prison ark, assuming everyone knows? How would that change peoples ideas of him, how would it change the staged finale? Stuff like that? You don’t have to, just wondering.

/dsmp rp

Oof I like this.

If Dream’s immortality is a secret—which he’d very much like it to be!—then nothing changes very much. It makes the lives he lost in the staged finale even more worthless to him, and it defrays some of the awful risk that Quackity poses to him, but a Dream who is immortal behaves pretty similarly to a Dream on his last life, because he doesn’t want anyone to know. (And tbh I’m not unconvinced that, in canon, Dream believes in his ability to be brought back if he’s killed, which is a kind of limited immortality.)

However, if, as you say, everyone knows, then things change. Let’s posit a scenario where Tommy, in the spur of the moment and despite the prison being brought up, decides to execute Dream a third time in the finale.

When Dream respawns again, everyone is shocked. Did he have more than three lives? Was one of those deaths somehow not canon—but no, everyone could tell that was canon. Maybe Tommy tries a fourth time and a fifth, to verify that, yep, Dream is unkillable. Fuck his life.

Now the prison is not a victorious expedient and a poetic mercy: now it’s a necessity, because killing Dream and having it stick is literally impossible. How disquieting. This takes a lot of the triumph out of the win for everybody, especially Tommy—because Dream’s keeping himself alive instead of them graciously allowing him to keep his life.

The first real question becomes: who wants the secret to immortality? Do people assume this has something to do with the revive book? Or do they think it’s a separate power? This is the subject of a lot of early conversations between Sam and Dream.

What does Foolish think, hearing tales of the man who achieved the immortality he seeks? What does Sapnap think about his promise: what vow does he make to Dream instead? Does he try to look for a way to break whatever spell Dream’s used? Everyone is curious. Tommy still visits, because he still wants his closure. The TNT still goes off. Sam still stalls, Dream still kills Tommy and brings him back.

Does Quackity try to visit sooner rather than later, craving the power to defy death completely? After all, he already has proof positive that Dream’s got magic powers. No need to wait for the demonstration of Tommy’s revival. Perhaps, perhaps not. After Tommy’s death, Quackity tries to exhort Sam to let him visit—not to kill Dream, because that’s impossible, but to get the secret of his immortality and *take* it from him. To force Dream to die.

Sam agrees with the sentiment but disagrees with the framing: confusingly, Sam wants to take away Dream’s immortality but also wants to keep him alive. Sam contains multitudes.

When Tommy’s brought back and the revive book is on the table too, as in canon, Quackity reframes his request and Sam agrees to let him torture him. Unfortunately for Dream, there is no risk of him dying. This means Sam is rather more lax in restricting Quackity’s treatment of him. Quackity is free to go nuts with it. If he’s incautious in canon, then he is absolutely indiscriminate here. What’s the big deal, Dream’s just going to respawn. Sam… agrees, mostly, even if there’s something about it that sets his teeth on edge. He tries to tell Quackity to be more careful because they don’t know the limits of Dream’s magic. Quackity takes this under advisement, definitely, uh huh.

Quackity is working towards two explicit goals instead of one—both the book and immortality, ie two separate goals necessary to guarantee Dream’s death. He no longer has the ace in the hole he pulls out in canon—the threat to execute Dream on the spot no matter what Sam says. This is frustrating. There’s not a lot of ways he can escalate.

Sam doesn’t have work so hard to keep Dream alive. What can Dream possibly say after Techno’s escape to keep Sam from letting Quackity back in? He better come up with something good.

#au: undying #prison trio #torture.#this one makes my brain buzz

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no because it’s actually so weird/homophobic how people act over the scripts in regards to byler, especially with the whole “you guys make everything about ships” thing that mlvns keep saying. like, first of all, that is one of the most ironic thing i’ve heard them say, considering these are the same people who insist that mlvn is the main ship of the show when it’s not at all. but anyways. second, what do these people want the scripts for? like, genuinely asking. because as far as i remember, this whole thing started because bylers wanted scripts to analyze them. you can vote for whatever you want, obviously, but don’t get mad at bylers for wanting byler scripts when that’s the thing we’ve wanted from the very beginning??? other people just want these scenes to look at (for the most part) and that’s fine! really! but it’s not like they’re mad at us for wanting more stuff to analyze, no, they’re mad just because it’s byler. that’s it.

we constantly feel the need to prove ourselves over this ship because we get called crazy and delusional every other day but god forbid we actually try to get more canonical evidence that we aren’t actually crazy, because then we’re misogynistic woman-haters for wanting a script to analyze. like, seriously?

(i’m so sorry for ranting lmao but this whole script fiasco is a mess, it very quickly reminded me why the only people i trust in this fandom are other bylers because…)

People genuinely get mad over a script and its insane. It's hypocrisy at this point like the whole point of the script is to analyze it but when it comes down to byler they want to act like it's worthless. You're right it stems from homophobia. They just can't stand the fact that Will is gay and in love with Mike and that the scripts just might validate that Mike reciprocates those feelings. They want to minimize everything related to byler. Obsessed much?

#byler

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farieshades · 2 years

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Um think this is question 4 for supernatural. Deities knows.

Fuck what was I gonna ask. Fuuuuuuuccccckk.

Destiny!

No autocorrect. Destiel.

What do you think about Destiel?

I am, definitely, not the person to ask this of, but sure, lets goooooooo.

The Relationship through the Seasons

There are a lot of minute details that show up throughout the seasons, little looks here and there, offhand comments with deeper meanings, the wonderful queerbaiting eye-fucking, but for this, we’re going to go on both my thoughts and what the scenes can portray.

So, we start with the beginning really. Dean and Castiel have romantic subtext as a part of their interactions since Castiel’s introduction at the start of Season 4, especially when paralleling Sam's relationships with Meg (I believe at the time) with the sneaking out and the secretive nature of both. However, unlike Sam’s relationship nothing explicit happened in the audience view.

Interestingly, we do get a lot of, what I’d call ‘background’ for the relationship. In 4.14 the Siren episode, it is clear from the male siren, and Dean’s own words of Sirens being creatures who attract men by turning into “whatever floats they guys boat”, that Nick Munroe is that which is attractive to Dean. The episode does play it off by linking similarities to Sam, but the mythology behind sirens (in general, lets not try and figure out fish legs or bird bodies honestly) is inherently sexual, seen in a later scene when Nick makes the brothers fight with the promise of “whoever survives can be with me forever” which in no way is straight or platonic.

Season 4 is also where we learn a lot about angels in general. Castiel, as an angel, is “about the size of your Chrysler building” and as all angels are, “junkless”. Multiple angels in the series flip between both male and female vessels, Castiel included for a single episode, but nevertheless, Castiel often inhabits a male vessel (when an angel). With his appearance in the show, Cas is canonically a virgin, to the point of actual confusion to arousing stimuli, however, as the seasons progress, Cas gains an understanding of romantic and sexual desire; often to women (Hannah, Meg, April, kina Nora but not really).

Interestingly, as I bring it up, season 4 is somewhat the time of learning to understand who you once were and who you could possibly be.

Two lines strike out in favour of Destiel, specifically in favour of it.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition"

We all know this one, and I’m probably certain it’s been analyzed to hell and back (hah puns), but from my view this opens up a reciprocity between the two, not an ideal way to start being ‘in debt’, but well, better than others. In this, of course, Castiel doesn’t mean to make it as a deal, he’s more or less stating a fact, instantly contradicting Dean’s thoughts of worthlessness and his unsaveable nature(1.16 and the interesting line “I know I’m a freak and sooner or later everyone else is going to know it too” while a shapeshifter wore Dean’s face / 3.10 in which Nightmare!Dean says “I know how dead you are inside, how worthless you feel…. Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died, why should you?”), but these feelings are counteracted with their meeting, ‘I am an angel of the Lord’ really is a shock to the system when really not believing in the good for the last 3 seasons.

Later in this season, however, we get the interesting line from the angel Uriel; "Castiel? Uh... he's not here. You see, he has this weakness. He likes you."

This is straight to the face, he likes you. Sure, at the time he’s more in a state of “fond of charge” probably, but for an ‘unfeeling’ angel to be ‘fond’ that… there’s a lot of oomph power there.

Season 5 is when Dean’s platonic affection for Cas shows up (And Cas’ fondness becomes more clear), notably we have the statement from Cas, “And I did it all, all of it, for you.” Now this is more about them as a whole I’d believe, but the way it is worded is in itself a love confession, is it not? But to Dean, he’s beginning to definitely see Cas as a form of family, and not a platonic kind surely, as he makes a joke, 5.3, about two women (Thelma and Louise) kissing refering back to themselves.

By Season 6, the fondness that Cas holds for Dean can be seen in wanting to let him lead his own human life rather that get him wrapped up in heaven’s politics, which, of course, causes the whole leviathan problem later because of some strange plotline that my head refuses to remember but I do recall that happening, so there is that. We also see, once again, it’s not just the audience picking up on interactions here, as Balthazar describes Castiel to Dean as “the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” Season 6 ends with Destiel with a very significant moment, Dean collecting the bloody trench coat that flowed towards him in the water, the only remaining piece of Castiel. Dean picks it up folds it, and keeps it. This is an interesting parallel to widows of soldiers who die in line of service and recieve the flag as an honour to their husbands' sacrifice. Dean also keeps it nearby in a multitude of different cars as we go into Season 7 until he can return the coat.

Season 7 doesn't have much Cas/Dean moments honestly, but there are still significant moments, like the returning of the coat, the amnesia Cas trusting Dean instantly, and finally, when he gets his memory back that he remembers Dean, and everything that happened. Dean's own character has shown to have changed, specifically with this scene and how he regards Cas the same as he would his brother, "If you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time." No matter what, however, Cas is full of guilt, even saying "I deserved to die. Now, I can’t possibly fix it… So why did I even walk out of that river?" But Dean refused to give up, telling Cas that coming back was his choice to fix it. This scene is one out of many that shows that Dean will fight for Cas and their family, as that is what he considers Cas to be. Dean's never really done long term relationships, the only people that stick around long enough are firmly set into the "Family” category in his mind, out of "Enemy" and "Friend" and "Stranger". This season also introdced an interesting concept from Hester, an angel from Castiel's garrison, who tells Dean "When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" which, if an angel falls when there is too much emotion and whatnot, just merely touching Dean managed to flood Cas with emotion and love(?), probably without any idea what had happened to him when he did so.

At the end of Season 7 we end up in Purgatory, something intrinsically important to Season 8. Through flashbacks, we see Dean searching for Cas in a literal hellscape and praying every night, and when they do find eachother, Dean’s relief and joy are clear to see, despite Cas having been trying to stay away to keep Dean safe, and then when Cas chose to stay behind in Purgatory, Dean’s memories are distorted from the even in his own distress, he believes he failed Cas. When Cas does in fact return, 8.7, Dean yells at him for staying behind, “‘Look, I don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I’ve failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don’t need it!” Everyone he cares about he fails and thus we have Dean entering the paradox of failed love; he failed Cas, meaning he cares about him (read Love if you want), but he cares for Cas, meaning he failed him. For Dean, destiny has dictated if he loves someone, if he cares, he will fail them. Which, considering the life he has led and how many people he has watched die, is actually possibly true.

By mid season 8, we get the interesting “He was my gay thing” episode, with Aaron. Of course, in the episode, the flirtation is a diversion tactic, but Dean doesn’t know this when interacting with Aaron, and in the bar, Dean acts genuinely interested (or possibly shocked, could be read both ways), but with the interesting take, Aaron looks out of his depth. It is a romantic comedy kind of flustered that Dean is taken with at the scene, as said by Ben Edlund and Phil Sgriccia who did a commentary over the scene also further saying, jokingly based on their tone, that the two could have come together, where this was a potential with the hard life that Dean had lived and the idea that ‘wow someone likes me.’ Of course, in the scene where its revealed that Dean wasn’t actually being flirted with, he’s quite flustered and seemingly affected, though he does manage to say “It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth” as if he had faced rejection in a way. (Which it kinda was)

8.17 shows up not long after, Castiel having been reprogramed to be able to kill Dean, however, you know what stopped him? Dean echoing back what he said in purgatory, a declaration (of love) strong enough to break through the brainwashing. I need you.

The need is repeated in Season 9's first episode prayer to Castiel, "I know you think that I’m pissed at you, OK? But I don’t care that the angels fell. Whatever you did, or didn’t do, it doesn’t matter, OK? We’ll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.” Dean later also refuses to give up Cas even to save him or his brother, something he would have never done in the past (considering Sam is family and family is everything to Dean). Of course, Season 9 is also when we get the tiktok viral video of Abbadon grabbing Dean and saying, “So obedient, and suicidally stupid. I like that too.” To which Dean responds with “Are we gonna fight or make out, cause I’m getting some mixed signals here?” (cough - bottom - cough) -- 9.6 Cas has a date, and Dean doesn't look happy about it. In fact, we get a romantic cliche “Cas, wait. I can’t let you do this.” Cas closes the door, stares up at Dean and says, “What?” Dean says, “You’re gonna wear that, on a date?”. Now, ok, not exactly romantic, but "I can't let you do this" very much is, especially when confessing love to prevent love interest from leaving/marrying someone/dating. Of course, Dean tells Cas to lose the vest. Cas takes it off. Then Dean says, “And why don’t you unbutton it.” Cas starts unbuttoning his shirt. Dean says, “Alright, that’s enough Tony Manero.” Dean grins and looks down at Cas’s chest. Which, to the younger audience, Tony Manero (the flim) is 1) deliberately provocative 2) as challenging and compelling as it is difficult to describe.

This season honestly has more Dean/Crowley than Dean/Cas, but Metatron states and hints, quite a few times, about the relationship. He specifies that Castiel’s goal was to “save Dean” but also that Cas was Dean’s “Boy Toy” (though this was the illusion of Gabriel that Metatron created) and Metatron makes many references to queer or queer coded characters such as Sherlock, the erotic poem by Muriel Rukeyser, and the 'subtext' of a story making the story work [interestingy, the last time subtext was referenced was 5.9 in which two cosplayers (one sam, one dean) came out as a gay couple]. Metatron even states that he left Cas humant because he "was hoping [Cas] would live happily ever after, but he screwed that up too.” Then, damningly almost, in 9.22, Metatron states that "after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed: He’s in love. With humanity.” Although, in the scene, it's clearly Dean who was just saved by Castiel, one specific aspect of humanity one may say.

Season 10 I am going over quickly as I’m probably overwriting at this point, we get the fun “Fanfiction” episode, 10.5, which strongly acknowledges the Destiel within the series “Supernatural” by Chuck Shurley. We also get Dean referring to Sam and Castiel as “the people who love me.” within the season.

Really, nothing is going to stand out in the next 4 seasons other than basically strengthening the bonds and becoming fathers together, with their weirdly shaped family that we love. But, the fact that Castiel loves Dean is repeatedly affirmed in canon, not just through inference, but direct, unequivocal statements.

But, then we get Season 15, episode 18 in specific. You can all tell where I’m going with this.

To save the life of Dean one last time, Castiel sacrifices his own to the Shadow. It was a promise for when Cas exerienced a moment of true happiness the Shadow would come, but he figured it out in that moment. He confesses, tells dean that everything Dean has done has been for love, that Dean is the most selfless, loving human he will ever know, that he changed him, and goodbye. He tells him I love you, tears streaming down his face. Many watch Dean's confusion, the anguish, the shock. It's too late for Dean to react, but Cas has saved him, saved the man he loved. The ending scene is Dean ignoring a phone call from Sam as he sobs.

The Actors

Here’s where I’m going to pause and take a step back. Jensen Ackles doesn’t support the ship, however he did state that at the time of Cas’ confession he played Dean’s character open to interpretation as Dean ‘was in shock’, of course, the Latin American Dub has Dean saying he loves Cas back. But in the English, this doesn’t happen. Jensen has also stated that most of Dean's reaction in that scene was removed in editing and with it more ambiguity is given to the situation. Now, Jensen has repeatedly said at conventions that he never played Dean as bi or gay, however, Jensen also says in an interview with TV Week that Dean may have been a prostitute/hooker for a time [Q: Are the guys still mainly living on stolen credit cards and so forth? A: For the most part, yeah. Dean’s a bit of a pool shark and also a bit of a gambler. It doesn’t really show it all the time, but it’s definitely implied that there are poker games and pool matches that they can win some money on. And who knows? Dean’s a promiscuous kind of guy. Who knows how he drums up the funds that they use?]

Respecting Jensen’s thoughts on this, my take in understanding how this may be played out could be that, Castiel loves Dean, and supposedly, by the amount of timesit's been referenced to his face, Dean knows it as well, but at the same time there are plenty of different types of love. What Dean may look on as Stroge or Pragma (Familiar and Enduring), Castial may see as Philia and Eros (Affectionate and Romantic).

Personally

I think the ship works for the characters. There is a distinct queer coding that is applied through many of their scenes, and especially to Dean’s character and his (bi)sexuality. I’ve read plenty of fics, seen plenty of edits, and yeah, tis a good pairing, possibly the best one that Dean could work with.

Castiel – “I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want, it's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it.”

Dean – “What are you talking about, man?”

Castiel – “I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're “daddy's blunt instrument.” And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.”

Dean – “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Castiel – “Because it is. I love you.”

Dean – “Don't do this, Cas.”

Castiel – “Goodbye, Dean.”

#castiel #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #supernatural #spnfandom #spn #spn spoilers #jensen ackles #misha collins #ask me questions

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rainnotliam · 1 year

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I came up with songs to fit each character. They’re not that popular I feel like, so pardon if you don’t know. I’ll put the links when I can.

Disclaimer: Explanations include head canons too, not too many though. Also, these are not my songs in no way shape or form. I also interpreted these songs in my own way, everyone is always free to think differently on what they would mean. This is for entertainment purposes solely.

(Yeah it’s sad how I have to put this for some specific people)

Arven: Either Broken by Jonah Kagen, or Homunculus by Trickle (OG song please check Trickle out he’s amazing). Broken really shows how much Arven wants Mabostiff, his only ever companion to help him out like his dog did when in pup stages, when both of them were so much younger. For the “While I write you a letter than I quickly erase it” I feel like he wants to show his Pokémon how much Mabostiff means to him. Homunculus shows how Arven wants to change after countless times of being broken down and trust broken by his Father. On another note the lyrics “I’m broken torn and tattered” and “I realized in my last life that I hate the light” he felt essentially worthless as being a cook was a path he wanted but perhaps being the son of a professor made him think it was a pathetic one.

Nemona: Stars by Diamond Eyes. This fits her well in my opinion, as even the opening lyrics feel like she would relate to. Like “I can’t wait to leave this town, cause lately I’ve been feeling down” shows she doesn’t have much happiness or joy ever since perhaps she’s been number one at her school. “I’m dreaming of you, I dream of a new life” explains slightly how she’s been thinking about MC, thinking she found a worthy rival. “So reach for the stars cause we’re aiming high!” Nemona can express how much she wants MC to reach their true potential after training and gaining the gym badges, because she wants the best battle ever. At the end of the main champion path, she was so happy. Not because you beat her, but because she could finally go full on out without having to worry about going too hard on her opponent.

Penny: Stereo Hearts by Adam Levine (Gym Class Heroes). Hahaha, you thought you’d get a darker song. Nope. I chose this one for Penny because it seemed like she’d feel this for her friends. Platonic love I see. “Furthermore I apologize for any skipping tracks, it’s just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks.” She sometimes feels guilt or such and explains anything or everything for the Team Star leaders. I suspect she also had fake friends in the past as she was alone, and furthermore kept her identity a secret until they discovered about it. Not to mention the “Keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune, you know my heart’s a stereo that only plays for you (laugh)” fits her and implies she wants her friends to know she’s there for them, and that they’re special, each individual to her in their own way. Penny worries about them, as seen when she stalks them and fears Mela was taking over the art club.

Welp, that’s all I can come up with right now. I’ll link the songs soon my PC is boxed cause I’m moving lmao I’m a mood rn Yes, Arven got favoritism.

#pokémon scarvio #songs i listen to #arven pokemon #pokemon arven #pokemon nemona #pokemon penny #my interpretation

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datoneboardedguy · 1 year

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Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Chapter 2: Life ’n Void.

Within a few short weeks I taken to a Republic City Tribunal for my trial that oddly overseen by a few members of the White Lotus, the evidence was stacked against me & nobody had believed that I wasn’t the killer. An open & shut case, I was publicly disgraced & sentenced to life in a far away cliff side prison for the worst of the worst of which only had one other inmate that it was specifically designed for people who had committed atrocities that were considered unforgivable like a child slicing their own mother’s throat.

M/R’s POV:

I’m chained up an air ship bound for the mountain prison with the White Lotus Guards as my escort, as we arrive I see we’re soo high up that we’re actually floating above the clouds which in better circumstance’s would be quiet a beautiful sight. As I starting to crack a smile at heavenly view I was suddenly yanked back by my chains & pulled down to the floor by one of the guards who didn’t seem to like me very much I can’t imagine why. “On your feet dog, we’re here!” As he started escorting me out of the Air ship I started tugging back & refused to move “Eat ..shi!” *WHIP!*

Hours later

I woken up by a splash of water from the same water bending white lotus guard from before “Rise & shine runt! Take it all in, this will be your new home for the rest of your short worthless life!” only to see that I’m now inside a concrete room with a single rag that’s supposed to be my bed & a wooden bucket. The slams the steel door shut then opens the metal flap that’s used to deliver food through & says “So get comfortable, runt! Heheheh!..” he then slams the flap shut & now I’m all alone in the pitch black darkness.

Once I was left to my thoughts I tried to get some sleep only to be met with a nightmare of her death, as she’s bleeding out she quickly blurted out “YOU COULD’VE SAVED M-ME!..” she goes limp staring up to the ceiling while I hear her in my head saying “Why ..did you leave me alone to die?” I looked up saw ‘her’ a woman in her late teens with short hair in blue water tribe robes with glowing bright blue eyes staring at me before she lunges at me which immediately woke me up from my nightmare realising it just a dream then.. i finally started to process that my mother is dead- no murdered & started remembering the lullabies that she used to humm to me whenever I was woken up by nightmares, how she used to sit with me holding me tight, that’s followed up with her mum humour comedy routine & tells me that she’ll always be there for me. My eyes started welling up I started bawling my eyes out crying for her to come back to me for seemed like forever with every drop of tear seemingly taking longer to fall down my face giving into complete despair in void of darkness that’s now my new home, my new “Life ‘n Void.”

The next day came & my meal slid through the meal hatch, I was only allowed to have the bowl of what the guards constitutes as food around here for just a few minutes before they metal bended it back out the door & the hatch shut again. I then decided to do some exercises varying from sit ups, pull ups to push ups with every other ups in between which eventually includes the “All time Number 1..” then when I’m started getting feeling tired I went back to bed. I predictably had another nightmare of that cursed night of my mums death, just like last time I was woken up & started crying to myself silently mumbling to myself “Tomorrow’s another day..”

End of Chapter 2.

#male reader #fanfic #avatar korra #avatar lok #korra x reader #korra #avatar #fanfiction #original story #loss

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i-want-my-iwtv · 2 years

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Hi, librarian/bookseller anon here: to clarify, I wasn't saying ANYTHING related to fand over 25, I'm well over that age. But since previous commentators were saying how young people don't read anymore, i was trying to highlight the fact that yes, they do read, voraciously and passionately.

Thank you for clarification! I really appreciate your input on this, if you could come off anon and message me privately, I'd be interested to pick your brain a little further on this, but no pressure ;)

But since previous commentators were saying how young people don't read anymore, i was trying to highlight the fact that yes, they do read, voraciously and passionately.

I'm really happy to hear that, personally. I've recently met a number of young people, under 25, and you know... it's easy to make assumptions but when you actually experience someone from a demographic outside your own, and just talk with them, you realize your assumptions were wrong.

On Thurs this week, I found myself chatting with an amazingly talented guy, 21 yrs old, at a bowling alley, his average is like 200+ which means he's mostly getting strikes and spares! D was really considerate and easy to talk with, and we were talking about Blade Runner 2049 vs. the original Blade Runner. D saw '2049 first, so it's a similar situation to a TV series adaptation being a gateway to the original media: the recent one made him curious to go check out the original. It allowed us to have a conversation comparing both, he might not have ever seen the original if he hadn't been drawn to it by the recent one!

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Sorry to belabor the point, but I think there was a slight miscommunication, it didn't appear to me that anyone in the thread was saying that ppl under 25 don't read; the age demographic wasn't mentioned until the 3rd anon message:

1st anon expressed disappointment that they don't perceive ppl as reading books anymore, but didn't specify the age group (other than, "since high school", so somewhere over 18, I assume).*

2nd anon expressed that ppl shouldn't prejudge whether ppl will read the books or not, and in fact was discouraged from reading the books bc of elitist fans of the canon material.

3rd anon (librarian/bookseller anon, you!) expressed that adults do read books, and that half your customers are under 25, and they read, too!

4th anon expressed that "for the record i wasn’t solely referring [to] the under 25 demographic" and that "no but for real there’s exactly one infant in my family and friend group right now, otherwise we’re all 25+. i understand some people don’t think you’re worth anything past that age, as a person or a fan. it sucks.", so they were talking about adults not reading the books.

*Reading it initially, it sounded to me like 1st anon was talking about people who are on the young side, bc "the world is going to shit and people read less and less everyday." seemed to refer to how the younger generations appear to have shorter attention spans, but the age group wasn't specified in that ask. I think that initial anon may have returned as the 4th anon to clarify the age group they say don't read as being over 25.

But, 1st anon, I say to you that 3rd anon (librarian/bookseller) wasn't saying that ppl over 25 don't read, or are worthless! They might have read your initial ask, and assumed, like I did, that you were referring to a younger demographic, but their very first sentence was: "Fans of the show will read the books, even if only adult fans enjoy them." Highlighting that half of their customers are under 25 doesn't diminish that first point, to me, it shows that half are under 25, and half are over 25, neither category being worthless.

I hope that helps!

#iwtv amc #anon #thank you!#books #reading #clarification

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Perfect Home

Wife!Reader/Husband!Miguel O'Hara

Part One | Part Two

2.7k words

Genre: Angst (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

Warnings: Cheating, Pressure From Parents, Society’s Marital Standards, Desire To Have A Child, Cursing & The Homely Vibes Are Non-Existant.

Gosh, I love this man but he’s a man-whore canonically, so.

Peace & Blessings To You, My Love <3!!!

“Oh, be careful not to trip over the wires. In fact, how about playing elsewhere?” You smiled at the two children in front of you as you led them to the kids’ section of the party being held at your parents’ country club.

It was your fourth anniversary with the man you married, Miguel O’Hara. From what seemed like a double date to pair friends up to an amazing marriage between the both of you, it was an event worthy of being celebrated every year.

Your parents insisted that the party this year be held in their country club, as they wanted the event to be the first one ever since its expansion. Even going to the extent of having you both stay there for a week before the event to prepare for the big day.

Everything was perfect. From the flowers that adorned the bouquet you held as you walked down the aisle, currently decorating every part worthy of them, to the sight of the sun shining over the wide, fresh, green grass field.

“Kids are such darlings, aren't they [Name]?” Your mother stood next to you as you both watched the kids you led eagerly run to the trampoline.

“Yes, they are. Their bubbly energy is quite infectious.” You giggled, nervous, as you predicted the next words that would pour out of her lips.

“Maybe this is the time to have some of your own, [Name]”. You internally groaned, fighting the twist in your emotions to show on your face. “Soon, soon.” You responded with a smile on your face, in contrast to the blank look on your mother’s.

“I can't wait for those words at your fifth anniversary, [Name].” She reprimanded you in a low voice, merciful enough not to have anyone hear your conversation. “We’re just giving each other time to build before having children.” You responded, swirls flowing in your stomach as feelings of falsehood heightened.

“[Name]. One year, I get. Two years, possibly understandable. Three years is confusing, but four years doesn't make any sense.” Your mother said, shaking her head. “It doesn't make any sense why you don't have a little one of your own around. You've always been so good with children, and it's clear that you love them. That’s what makes it difficult to understand why you don't have one.” Taking your hand in hers, she led you to a secluded spot in the building. You wanted to halt your movement but couldn't risk it seeming disrespectful to an outsider.

As you walked, your father’s eyes fell on you, knowing what must have been going on, and he nodded his head before turning back to the guest in front of him. You sighed as you sat on a chair next to the older woman, understanding that a conversation must have occurred between them.

“[Name]. Your father and I didn't raise you for all those years, only to disgrace us.” Your mother glared. You nodded your head as your heart beat rapidly. “‘You're giving each other time to build.’ You're not poor, [Name]. We’re not poor. What’s there to build?” Tears threatened to pool in your eyes, but you held them in. You were better than this. You knew her words shouldn't get to you, but each time a remark fell from her lips, you were weakened. Your mother sighed in irritation when she saw you, both saddened at the sight of you yet selfish enough to continue.

“You would tell me if he was infertile, [Name]. I know you're not. We got all the testing done.” Her hand moved to wipe the tears that managed to fall. “I hate seeing the articles that pop up about the both of you. Your father’s a major politician, [Name]. The media doesn't give any of us a break. Do you think I enjoy seeing all those people define your marriage as worthless? The paparazzi photos of the both of you going through your daily lives together with the most disgusting headline right on top?” You took deep breaths to stop the tears that poured out of you in mass amounts as your mother rubbed your back.

“When you first introduced Miguel to us, I wasn't supportive of how you chose to marry someone below us.” You chuckled, remembering the occasion when Spider-Man saved your mother from a burning building caused by the Green Goblin. “He’s not below us, Mum. He’s perfect for me, and I love him so much. I've told you that so many times.” You responded, a twitch in your eye as annoyance dripped in your words.

“But, regardless, I accepted it.” She ignored you. “I know I have no right to tell you what to do in your marriage.” Your mother slipped a white, silk handkerchief from her handbag and handed it to you. You took it and wiped your tears. “But this is too much.” “How is it too much for you? I'm the one who you're pressuring to have a child.” You responded, and frustration built up in you as you blew your nose. You wanted children as well, but Miguel never seemed interested when the topic was brought up, and you couldn't force him.

“Look, [Name]. None of us are getting younger. Your father and I want to see our first grandchild; you deserve to have a child. A marriage without kids for so long? It doesn't look good at all, [Name].” You sighed in exhaustion and stared down at the table in front of you.

“Where’s the man of the hour, anyway? I told you that you shouldn't have invited Dana.” Your eyes squinted at the suggestion your mother was trying to make. “He’s handling something for a moment. Something to do with the grill.” He had to handle a speed chase immediately; Lyla informed you earlier through a timed text to your phone. He had taken quite a bit of time to get back, though. “Besides,” you cocked an eyebrow. “Why shouldn't I have invited Dana?”

“They were once together, [Name]. I’ve seen the way she stares at him despite being married to his brother. She’s a harlot, that’s what. I’m sure that she’s with him right now as we speak. It's probably why we haven't seen her around since her arrival.” Your mother barked, annoyed at how you didn't understand her perspective.

“I’m done here. I’m not having this conversation again. You question his fidelity, and you question his fertility as though it's any of your damn business.” You announced, a cold look on your features as you stood up. “[Y/N]-” Your mother began, but she could only watch as you walked out of the room. Your mother sighed angrily and slumped her shoulders.

“The audacity of that woman.” You tut, annoyed, as you search for the washroom. It wouldn't look good for anyone to see you sad, especially on your anniversary.

Water dripped down your face. “Was your mother perhaps right? Was this all too much? Miguel was amazing with children—the way he'd lift them when they'd want him to; how gentle he was with them when they were injured, reassuring them that they'd be alright as he gently placed the bandage on them. He loved them. Perhaps he just didn't want children with you.

“Ugh.” You let out a sigh, exhausted, and shook your head as you pulled out your cosmetics from your purse and quickly applied them before anyone else arrived. “I'm overthinking”. You said as you precisely drew eyeliner. “He isn't like that. He wouldn't waste my time like that.”

Once refreshed, you stepped out and decided to walk around for a bit to clear your mind.

“Gosh, this day can’t get any wo-” You lamented, opening the door to your suite, but ceased when you heard some shuffling and then silence. “What?”

You stepped in and found Miguel hurriedly wearing his shirt. “I’m almost done, Cariño.” Miguel said, buttoning it as he smiled at you, the smile not reaching his eyes. “You look nervous. What's up?” You asked, removing his hand from his shirt and fixing the buttons for him before you moved to his tie. “Tuck in.”

“Nothing’s up.” He responded with a slight pitch in his voice as you attached the knots. He hoped you didn't notice it. You did. “You’re lying, Miguel.” You insisted and tightened the tie a bit too tight, unknowingly. “It's a bit tight.” You loosened it.

“I can tell when you're lying, Mikey.” You handed his suit jacket to him. “Surely, we’ve been married long enough for you to be comfortable with me.” You pressed as you slid your hand over the creases. “I'm alright.” He coldly responded, stopping himself from scowling. You caught onto it as well.

“I'll leave it at that.” You responded, hugging him. “You’re so handsome, My Love.” You looked up and smiled at him. His hand cupped your cheek lovingly, and you leaned into it. “Eres tan hermosa, Amada.” “You’re so beautiful, Beloved.”

Just as you both leaned in in absolute admiration, you heard the shuffling of hangers in his closet. “What was that?” You asked, startled, and began walking towards the noise. “Amada-” Miguel began but stared in horror as the closet doors were spread wide.

“D-Dana?! What the actual fuck?!” You screeched, hurriedly stepping away from the closet to glare at your husband. Dana stepped out, only wearing her underclothing.

“Miguel, what is this?” You questioned him, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as you glared at him as Dana rushed to pick up her dress and run to the bathroom. The man avoided your gaze, solemn as he stared down.

“You can’t even look at me.” You shook your head and dabbed the stray tears that poured out of your eyes. Miguel’s hand moved upwards to dry you, but you slapped it away. His guilty gaze fell on yours, and your spiteful one could only tearfully look away.

“Look, I'm not going to talk about this right now. If it even matters to you, we're supposed to be down there celebrating our anniversary. I'm not going to embarrass myself by confronting this publicly.” You sighed and headed to the mirror to make sure that sadness wasn't evident in your features.

“[Name]-” “Dana, if you know what’s good for you, you'll leave. I don’t want to hear you justify this. It's so obvious.” The now-dressed woman squirmed under your glare and looked at Miguel. His eyes didn't receive hers. A sniffle was heard from her as she walked out. Your fist clenched.

The space was quiet. The tension between you and your husband could be cut with a knife. “Cariño, please. I'm so, so sorry.” Miguel begged, head on your waist as he knelt. His hands grasped your own, desperate for a response from you, who held your head high.

“Stop. Just stop. I don't want to think about this right now. Let’s go and get this over and with, Miguel.” You begged, visibly shaking, as you struggled not to cry. “We’ll talk about this later.” You said. The rubbing of his thumbs on your knuckles disgusted you. You were mourning how comforting of a hold you considered it to be just a few minutes ago.

Seeing you resist, Miguel sighed and stood up, holding your hands before letting them go. You walked out, with him trailing behind.

When you neared the others, your arm intertwined with his and you smiled at the guests.

“[Name]. Miguel.” Conchata, Miguel’s mother, came up to the both of you. “We’re alright, Connie. How are you?” You happily responded, wrapping an arm around her and letting go of Miguel.

“I'm alright. Gabriel and Dana had to leave, though. Something about work.” She sips the champagne in her glass. “Yes, Dana informed me of it. It's a pity.” You chuckled a bit, anger firing in you, smiling at Miguel as you watched him tense a bit.

“Oh, come on. You don't need to be so formal with me. You're practically family now.” Conchata patted Miguel’s shoulder. “Miguel, I hope you make her feel that way.” She threw a stern eye his way.

“Yes, I do. She's amazing, after all.” He quickly answered, a loving gaze on his features at your own as he intertwined his hand with yours while you struggled not to scowl.

“Thank you. He really makes me feel that way.” You responded, turning back to Conchata and berated yourself at the tug of adoration was pulled from your heartstrings.

Miguel and his mother only recently came to terms. They were still working on building their relationship, and you knew it would be a struggle to reveal him.

Even if it was for a moment, you wanted to believe the words you formulated in your mouth.

You couldn't. Wouldn't.

You admired the swirl of the red liquid as you poured it into your glass. Uncomfortableness slightly poked you when the wine touched the tip of the glass, but you did not care for formality at the moment.

“How long?” You asked the man in front of you as he cooked, watching as he tensed but remained silent. You rolled your eyes and gulped the drink. His brown eye looked at you from the side.

“Two months.” Miguel responded after a moment, turning off the gas and turning to you. “I made your favourite, Amada.”

“I don't give a flying fuck right now, Miguel.” You cried.

“I’m so sorry, Amada. I can fix this. I'll be better.” Miguel hugged you, his frame resistant to the pulls you tried to make away from him. Ultimately, the warmth you craved made you sob into him.

“How can you be so selfish?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m tired of all the issues in our marriage and how everyone wants to poke and prod at.”

“I know.”

“I want a child, Miguel. Four years have passed. I've given you so much time to think. You’ve made your decision. You should have told me that you didn't desire children with me.” You let out a sob at how much your last sentence hurt.

“It’s not that I don't want a child with you. My responsibilities, Cariño. I couldn't even if I wanted to.” He says after a moment, watching as your body slumps in exhaustion.

“Your responsibilities this. Your responsibilities that. Do any of your responsibilities stop you from cheating?” You asked angrily. He looked away, ashamed.

“It’s hard enough as it fucking is getting everyone to understand us. You must have heard the argument between mum and I due to your super-hearing. The same way you knew of my footsteps and tried to hide Dana. I've tried so hard to get her to approve of us.” You said, sniffling. “You don't know how embarrassing it's going to be to leave you.”

“Then don't.” Miguel said and hugged you tightly before letting go to gaze at you. Even through your messy outline, he still loved the features that adorned your face. His face moved closer to your own, and shame overcame you as you received the kiss he gave you.

Passion flowed between the both of you as your lips moved in sync, your arms wrapping around his neck, chests meeting as his hands grasped your sides. His tongue prodded between your lips, begging for entrance, which you eagerly gave and moaned as you felt him tighten his hold on you.

“No, no, no. I-I can't do this.” You uttered, let go of him, and stood up from his hold. “Mi Vida, wait." He said, standing as you walked away. “I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” You teared up. “I don't know; I just can't be around you right now.”

Miguel sighed as he watched you walk away, guilt clouding his mind. He wanted to be with you in your moment of hurt, but he knew the distance was for the best.

“Miguel, I'm so sorry for interrupting, but there's a bank robbery occurring in...”

You heard Lyla from the corridor and Miguel's rough response. You could tell he didn't want to go, but he’d never abandon his duties.

You shook your head, wiped a tear, then walked to the guest bedroom.

A bit messy, I'll admit, but it's alright.

I love you!!! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Stay safe, and keep being the best you can be even when it fucking sucks!!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ (me to me & me to you <3!!!)

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AUDREY HORNE ︰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @perceives

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: you

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

NAME : audrey horne. she doesn’t have a middle name. she named herself after ms h.epburn. she likes to use literary references as pseudonyms, but she shouldn’t.

EYE COLOR : they’re blue.

HAIR STYLE / COLOR : short/shoulder length & brown. her hair probably naturally holds curls, but she does wear rollers to bed every night.

HEIGHT : sherilyn is only like 5′5 but audrey is about 5′10 + heels.

CLOTHING STYLE : expensive, stylish clothing. alternates between sweater girl & business chic.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : i’m a big fan of her cheekbones/face shape. i think every part of her face is just so insanely perfect but. whatever. it is true that she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

FEARS : like. incompetence, i guess. uselessness. being unable to prove her worth. being seen as worthless/less-than.

GUILTY PLEASURE : i wanna say, like, chocolate or sweets or something. something very basic and average.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE : bitches who are effortlessly more well-liked than her (lmao)... dismissiveness, intentional misunderstanding, that kind of thing.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : for a while it was, like, ‘a man to take care of me’, but i think we’re past that (even if she does, like, still want that. it’s just not #1 in the priority list -- i think she thought for a long time the only way she was leaving twin peaks/starting a new life was by having a man rescue her). she would like to feel like an entire person within herself, able to rely entirely on herself, live for herself & trust herself. but who doesn’t! she wants to find a vocation where she can help people who need it. she wants to be good & to live a worthwhile life.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : it’s probably the one time of day she’s head empty no thoughts. just [stretches, sighs, is beautiful]

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : well, she has a lot of Guilt that she is constantly trying to make up for. i think she’s very concerned with how other people see her, as well. so that.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : to acknowledge this is hurting me but i think she has Bedtime Meds that just knock her right out/keep the Anxieties at bay. so she drinks a warm glass of milk, takes her pills and is Done For. she doesn’t have the physical capacity to have those late night thoughts.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : i think... her perceptiveness ? high observational skills ? i also want to riff on dax saying laura’s tenacity is her best feature because uhhh audrey as well <3 it’s why they are both so insufferable when they are in the same room.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single. she needs to be doted on.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : this is hard because i think during the series she would say loved. but post-series (and the audrey that lives in my brain) would say respected. does she truly mean it? i don’t know (she thinks she does). it’s close, is what i’m saying.

BEAUTY OR BRAINS : beauty. she doesn’t need a smart man

DOGS OR CATS : she’s more like a cat but would like to have a dog because they are unconditionally affectionate & she could dress them up in little matching outfits and take them for walks.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE : :P yes. pretty compulsively and with a great deal of ease. she’s a very genuine person though. it’s not MY fault she’s like this

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : a lot of people would think she does, because it’s the kind of air she gives off. but she’s just trying to fake it till she makes it :-(

BELIEVE IN LOVE : yes :3c

WANT SOMEONE : definitely yes. but her standards are really really high

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE : canonically, yes. she would also have been in the debate club.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : this is really really hard because audrey does have the inherent identity issues of being heavily medicated since day 1 so it’s hard for her to have ever developed a base level of Self that she could then “change”. but the answer is still yes

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR : probably red. it’s very striking

FAVORITE ANIMAL : this is not something i or she have thought about. something fluffy and/or majestic.

FAVORITE BOOK : jane austen slowburn/elizabethan romance bullshit. bronte sisters. the stuff you have to read in high school. she probably likes romantic poetry as well.

FAVORITE GAME : whatever she can beat laura at >:3

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : august 24.

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : um. well. in canon she is 18. 19? i don’t know how long the series runs for, time-wise.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE : [full stop]

I FEEL : often.

I HIDE : ; come find me.

I MISS : [don’t say laura don’t say laura]

I WISH : to leave.

#audrey horne.#hiiiiiiiiii

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