#he's playing chuck with his own family. and he doesn't even realize it

[rainsongdean]

working on a new theory that dean winchester himself is behind the cw since all their shows are apparently just crossovers of his loved ones and hobbies/interests. scooby-doo self-insert fanfic about his parents, cowboy fanfic about his brother, batman fanfic about his boyfriend.

#the entire network is a collection of au's he's writing in heaven #he's playing chuck with his own family. and he doesn't even realize it #supernatural #the winchesters #gotham knights #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #misha collins #spn #shae.txt

[ranwing]

So... how much of a clusterfuck was The Winchesters finale?

A massive one, in my humble opinion. This show turned out to be a classic bait and switch. It got sold to the audience as one thing, but with the conclusion turned out to be something else completely.

Let's just start off with the biggest issue - the story of John and Mary and how their love saved the world? Complete bullshit. John and Mary had nothing to do with the final conclusion of the series. They were not even the John and Mary that we grew to know and have deeply conflicted feelings about. They were an alternate version, existing in one of the many alternate universes that Chuck liked to play with. They weren't Sam and Dean's parents and might not ever come to have a Sam and/or Dean of their own.

This is, IMO, exceedingly sloppy writing. We knew from the very start that this was the most likely scenario, as there was no way that TW would fit in with original SPN cannon without massive retcons so this allowed the writers to basically thrown cannon into the shredder because nothing mattered. They could screw around with the mythology and do whatever they wanted because it's an alternate universe. As a writer, this pisses me off because even when writing AUs, there need to be some ground rules to connect with the premise of the original series. This just gave them an out for poor research and sloppy writing.

Which brings us to another major problem. How was there an alternate universe for Dean to play around in when we were told in the final season of SPN that Chuck had destroyed every reality except for the one that our Sam and Dean existed in. Unless Jack went out of his way to create a universe for Dean to jump into, there was no way for this to work with SPN lore. If Jack was now God and could fix all of the damage Chuck had done, why didn't he just deal with the Akrida? Why did Dean need to step in to protect the reality that Sam was currently still living in?

Then we have the biggest issue and that was how Dean was used. Or rather, Jensen since there wasn't a whole lot of Dean there. When the series was first announced and Jared's/Sam's fans were livid that he was being completely excluded from the series (and hadn't even been told that Jensen was ready to move ahead with it before the announcement was made), we were assured that this was all about John and Mary and that Dean would be, at most, a passive narrator. That Jared wasn't deliberately excluded and all would make sense. Well, it did make sense that we were lied to. Whether they realized that trying to make the show about John and Mary just wasn't resonating with the audience and tossing Dean into a more active role was something of a hail Mary, or this was the plan all along, Dean ended up being not just the McGuffin, but the hero of the story. He gets to save the day and all of reality.

This makes it painfully clear that this show wasn't about trying to explore other stories in the SPN universe. This was about Jensen's ego. That he was still upset that his character wasn't the last man standing, even when he admits that narratively it made more sense for Sam to be. This was about giving him the opportunity to be the big solo hero without having to share screen time with Jared. I can't say whether this was what Jensen and CM had originally planned or whether it became necessary to salvage the lackluster storyline, but it turned out to be an empty exercise of hubris and ego.

And I'm sorry, but trying to excuse Sam's erasure by having Dean claim that he was doing this because he had "family" in his own verse (who he couldn't even bring himself to call by name) was a cheap cop out. It doesn't make up for how Jensen and Dannell acted when putting this mess together and how he treated Jared. It was a slap in the face to the majority of the SPN audience, who watched because we loved both the brothers.

If there is any justice in the universe, the network will see this as the failure that it was and that the SPN legacy should never have been put in the hands of an inexperienced production company or when one of the leads is deliberately excluded. TW does not in any way warrant or need a second season and this should been tossed away a the failed experiment that it was.

Sorry Jensen, but you shat the bed. This dumpster fire is all on you.

#anti the winchesters #the winchesters #jensen critical #jensen ackles #what a train wreck

[inthiswhisper]

cas: dean, i recognize that i... dropped the [ball]. i didn't tell you about jack, and then after what happened with your mother...

dean: [turning to cas] don't.

cas: you're angry.

dean: i am angry. at everything. ... all the messes. it turns out that we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. what do we have to show for it, huh? tell me you don't feel conned. god's been lying to you, cas. forever. you bought into the biggest scam in history.

cas: you don't think i'm angry? after what chuck did, after what he took from me? he killed jack. but that doesn't mean it was all a lie. chuck is all-knowing. he knew the truth, ... he just kept it to himself. even if we didn't know that all of the challenges that we face were born of chuck's machinations, how would we describe it all? we'd call it 'life.’ because that's precisely what life is. ... maybe chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race. we made our own moves. and mostly, we did well with that.

dean: did we? i'll tell you what we do know. nothing about our lives is real. everything that we've lost — everything that we are — is because of chuck. so, maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. i can't. [he brushes past cas to walk out]

cas: dean. [dean stops] you asked, ‘what about all of this is real?’ 

cas: we are.

—

i just wanna stare at the ceiling for an hour.

where to begin... dean’s anger isn’t just at cas. this grew into what he assumes is the ultimate loss — his own life wasn’t real. booted by losing mom, losing jack, being let down by cas. people getting hurt again because chuck undid sam and dean’s hard work. it’s similar to the rude awakening that dean had learning he wasn’t saved from hell with good intentions. he was chosen to be a pawn in heaven’s game. dean’s crisis of faith is still deeply rooted, despite the hope sam tried to inspire. if it’s an endless cycle of world-saving, where does it end? what’s the point of the rinse and repeat? was every failure a set-up, or any accomplishment even theirs?

but sam and cas echoed similar sentiments — what they do and who they are is real. people they save, people they care about. cas is angry at chuck for taking jack away from him... but chuck didn’t force cas to love jack. cas chose to. dean was manipulated to play abraham to jack’s isaac, but he fought it at the last second. it was his choice to spare jack’s life, because of growth he’s endured and what his mom had taught him. the life he lived, lessons he learned. the manipulation went so far that, as conflicted as sam was, he couldn’t resist buying into the same logic as dean. but he fought it because he refused to lose jack or dean. there was love in their choices chuck couldn’t take away, working against his script. free will in their choice to be a family, help others, and to better an imperfect world, regardless of if it was designed to reset at the end of every apocalypse. 

that final ‘we are’ — this isn’t just what cas is telling dean. this is what dean taught cas when cas rebelled against heaven in s4, that cas is reminding dean of. ‘people, families — that’s real.’ and cas always fought against conformity forced upon him. he always tried to make his own choices. he wasn’t supposed to be this way, ‘lebanon’ proved. being brainwashed for centuries, but meeting dean anchored him in who he is. their bond is forged of free will, their chosen family is. i mean, cas told chuck to his face that he, dean, and sam are making their stories up as they go. as dean told michael that he put his faith in free will, not god. again, in his family. i agree with dean there’s a structure and set of rules hard to cope with. but i don’t think cas’ point is about accepting the maze for what it is, just that the maze already struggled to confine them, even with its obstacles. seeing the walls doesn’t invalidate the journey. they’ve punched through them enough times without realizing. so, dean has proven time and again not every ‘destined outcome’ is set in stone.

#me mentally sending this to them so they make up #supernatural #spn liveblog #15x02

[michaelmilligan]

writer asks 17 24 30!!

More ask game! :)

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

So my current WIPs are all fanfics and they are aplenty. (There are a couple original stories on the back burner, and their lore is still mostly in my head, but I'd still have to dig deep to tell you about it and my mind is too much on the fics now.)

So the most obvious choice for this is my ongoing WIP on AO3, a Midam high school AU. As a short summary, Michael and Adam are both high school students in Adam's home town. It's a human AU where the archangels are siblings and so on. Adam's a (biology) nerd, Michael is a jock, but he's also a dork. Okay, so far that's all in the text. What's not explicit yet and might never be is that in my mind's eye, Michael is somewhere on the autistic spectrum. Obviously you can interpret it differently, and it's not like that was my original intention, but the more I write him the more I go 'Huh. Yeah, that would track.'

Also, I generally headcanon Adam as having ADHD, but I'm not sure that fits with the version of him in this story. (I did make it pretty obvious in my tattoo artist AU, I think, though it's not a central topic.)

Anyway, one of the reasons that the Shurley family moved to Windom in the high school AU in the first place (again, not sure if that'll make it into the story) is that Michael didn't handle big cities very well. Especially when they were constantly moving. So Chuck (possibly after some prodding by Amara) bought the house in Windom and made it their permanent home, except Chuck doesn't really want a stationary life, so his absences kept getting longer and longer.

There's also more family drama that probably WILL make it into the story, so I'm not gonna spoil it. Just know that when I set out, the story was supposed to center Adam, and I even considered writing it completely from his perspective, but gave up on that when I realized other characters had stuff going on without Adam, too. And now Michael has so much family stuff going on, the poor guy. I would give him a break, but come on, that family is screwed up. (So is Adam's family, though, at least on the Winchester side. Maybe I'll do something with that one day, though for now I'm happy that Dean and Sam are basically trees number 13 and 27 in this story, aka they don't really figure into it at all and John has only been mentioned so far. Adam is too busy having a crush to deal with that part of his family anyway.)

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

Prep work is mostly what I talked about in the asks I answered earlier, which is day-dreaming, aka being in my own head, metaphorically chugging popcorn as the inner movie is playing. That usually involves music and pacing back and forth in my bedroom with no distractions around. There's also notes taking, which I do in bursts. Often at the start of a story, when I'm planning the first few scenes, but also when I have a sudden wave of inspo for several scenes to come. I take notes so I don't forget what scenes I want to include and what order to put them in.

That part is very enjoyable. I mean, the notes, which are mostly on actual paper with an actual pen, sometimes hurt my hand (I'm not used to writing much by hand anymore), but the inner movie is always fun. Not always super detailed like a real movie. Backgrounds are hard. But I get to watch my blorbos walk and talk, so that's cool.

Sometimes, when I'm not very inspired, and especially when it's about original stories where I don't have any framework to work with, I'll whine about having to plan, but with fanfic it feels easier. The characters are already there, even if they end up differing from the source material. And once you put the existing characters into the chosen setting, a lot of things will fall into place almost by themselves. At least that's how it is for me. There are still decisions to be made, of course, but it doesn't feel as daunting as with original writing.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

So like I mentioned, daydreams play a huge role, but actual dreams don't really figure at all. In the first roughly 27 years of my life, there were only a handful (literally) of times where I remembered a dream after waking up. The last few years, I've dreamed (or remembered that I dreamed) more often, but it's still mostly the bad or weird stuff that I remember. No blorbos in my dreams so far, I'm afraid. I also don't write in my dreams. Usually, I run away from something, or get lost somewhere. (Freud would have fun with me, I'm sure.)

Would love to dream about Midam one day! Or any characters, that is. Maybe even my original ones! But nah, no luck so far.

#Thank you for the ask! #Again not sure if this is what anyone wants to hear but I shan't refuse the opportunity to ramble #Quick writing #High school AU

[robinofgothamcity]

"don't say it isn't fair, you clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable so if you really wanna know when I'm away from you I'm happier than ever."

characters: kenny omega / chuck taylor (kinda?)

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / part two !! i swear i'll make kenny happy at some point

"you don't get to do this to me anymore Kenny," you stated as you bent down to make sure Chuck was okay. you put your hands on his face seeing the way Kenny scratched his cheek a bit, "you okay?" you asked. Chuck nodded, trying to give you a reassuring smile but he could see the mix of emotions written on your face.

you stood up, looking at Kenny in the face. you wanted to cry. you really did but you refused for Kenny to see you this way.

"why?" you asked, your voice wavering, "you swore up and down you didn't want anything serious. i heard it here more than once and you preached it like the bible in Japan!" the entire room was dead silent making you aware that they were all listening, "so now that someone wants to actually date me, it's an issue? you did this with Jay and you're doing it again with Chuck!" Kris grabbed your hand insinuating that it was best to just leave before it got any worse.

"you know how Jay is. I was saving you from the eventual heartbreak that was bound to happen. Chuck doesn't know you like I do. Chuck doesn't love you like I do."

you heard Britt mutter a surprised 'oh wow' as you sighed, tears now streaming down your face, "c'mon, this isn't worth hearing his lies. let's go," Chuck whispered as he grabbed your hand once more.

"how dare you say that Kenny," you replied, "what do you get from lying? from hurting me this way? you do jizz your pants seeing me acting this way? is that why you do it?" you asked, "we've been playing this game a long time Kenny and it's time we stop. you've hurt me enough already! you don't get your cake and eat it all too."

Chuck grabbed you by the hand and pulled you away. you could still see his face extremely red as the two of you landed in a secluded hallway. he brought you in for a tight hug making you close complete composure. you sobbed into him, muttering how tired you were with dealing with Kenny. all he could do is hum and rub your back softly.

"Kenny, in here, now!" he heard the voice of Nick scream. he rolled his eyes, hearing the lecture he was bound to get from the twin. as soon as he opened the door, Nick, Matt, and both Adam's were looking at him like he walked in with two heads attached to himself, "what in the hell was that?" Nick screamed, "your first night back and you're punching people? no less Chuck?" Kenny growled, "what happened back there?" Matt asked a bit less upset than Nick.

"he kissed her and I lost it. the same way I did when her and Jay started dating."

Hangman sighed, "this isn't fair to her. she's wanting to settle down. find a family, have kids and a husband and if you're not willing to give her that, let her be happy with someone else," he replied. Matt stared at him, wondering if it was even okay for him to be saying this, "she's not signed for much longer," Kenny looked at him in bewilderment, "she only has a year left because she told Tony she wanted to give herself two years before she started her own family, whether it was with someone or on her own."

"let her go, man. if Chuck wants to be that someone, let him," the other Adam responded, "you've made it clear to everyone you wanted to be a free man and she done with that kind of life." Kenny shook his head no, "it's different now!" he finally said back, "within those months that I was at home recovering, it made me realize that what I was missing is someone next to me...playing video games and having dinner with and all I could think about is her! she's that missing something!"

they all remained quiet, not knowing what to say or do to comfort their best friend.

"we're not gong to tell you what to do but if you like her as much as you say you do, prove it to her!" Nick said, "don't go punching people because they're doing what you should've been doing a long time ago! if she doesn't go for it....I hate to say it this way but that's your fault. she found someone else and you can't blame her for it. Chuck is a great guy and he'd be a wonderful boyfriend for her."

Kenny sighed, running his hand through his hair as he looked at his locked screen. it was a photo of the two of you. it was both of your final night at Tokyo Dome and the two of you were kissing each other as Kota had taken the picture. both of you had no idea that he had taken it but Kenny held the stupid candid picture so dearly to him. it was one of the few pictures he had of you that wasn't risqué and it was the one he showed his mom whenever she asked to see a photo of him and this girlfriend he had.

you sat back with Chuck. he tried to calm your strained breaths but he could tell you were still pretty upset with the entire situation. he didn't know what to say or do but he knew he didn't want to leave you alone. although he did think you were gorgeous and he would've dated you given any other circumstance, something was telling him to hold onto that idea. he wasn't scared of Kenny even though that was his boss but he still wanted to hold off on it.

"come on, lets get you home. you need to rest."

+

a few days had passed since the entire encounter. Tony had questioned you about it, asking if you or Chuck wanted to reprimand Kenny for it but the two of you waved it off, not wanting Kenny off TV and upsetting fans because of it. you had no idea why you were still covering for him but a part of you still held onto that protective shield you had on him.

you had made your way home as you nor Kris were scheduled for any of the AEW shows or dark events for the week. you wanted to take the time to relax and get your head together. Chuck had assured you that he was okay. you didn't need to give him an answer straight away. he was in no rush and you were in no place to even go out on a date.

and to say Kris was more than upset was an understatement. all of her work had gone to shit and you were back at square one with that asshole.

as you scrolled through your phone, you got a notification that your memories on snapchat were updated for the day. you smiled, quickly clicking on it. as soon as you opened it, your face went down in defeat. you wanted to hide your face in the large black track jacket but decided to just go through them.

+

you were standing on the ramp, smiling at the crowd as Jay held up your hand. he was holding you close and whispering how great your match was. the two of you had just finished a match at Tokyo Dome and you had came out the winner. it was your last match before you made your way back home to join your family.

all of a sudden your music had stopped and Kenny's had blared through the arena. you looked back to see him holding a chair and hitting Jay with it. you had known of this and so did Jay but the crowd and erupted with gasps as he continued to beat Jay with it. the two of you started as heels and would end it as heels.

you started walked away from Jay muttering how sorry you were about this as Kenny cackled in laughter. before you could fully leave, you grabbed Jay's hand and kissed it before running backstage. Kenny was on the mic as you sat on the chair and took in the final reactions from the crowd.

you were holding Kenny's jacket, smiling at the way he was saying his goodbyes to everyone in the most Kenny way possible. you had paid your goodbyes earlier in the night and only had a few days in Japan before fully going back to the US. you had found a small home in Florida and had most of your things back there already. the only thing left here was your gear and you most essential necessities.

the jacket Kenny was wearing was one you were used too. you wore it all the time and Kenny had left it at your place more than he could count. it was this stupid athletic sweater that Kenny had for years but it was his most comfortable one. it was a comfort item and you hardly wanted to give it back when he asked for it.

"you did great!" you said giving Kenny a high five. he gave you a quick look as if that was the only thing he was getting from you. you smiled, pushing him playfully before giving him a kiss. you were on your tiptoes as Kenny held you close, "just good?" he asked jokingly.

you and him went the locker rooms, separating to take a shower and go back home. the two of you lived in the same building but different apartments so you always hitched a ride from him. you had slipped on one of your merch t-shirts and sweatpants as Kenny walked out in almost the same attire but with a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"lets get the princess home before she falls asleep," he said chuckling. you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and held it tightly before he swung it back and forth dramatically, "crash at my place," he said as more of a statement than an answer, "aye, aye captain."

+

you hugged the sweater closer to you, tears coming down your face slowly as you tried to look for any place that still smelled like him. it was a useless fight considering Kenny hadn't worn the sweater in years and it smelled more like you than it did him. this stupid sweater, you thought. stupid Kenny, you continued.

you felt your eyes getting heavy but before you could, you heard a heavy knock on the door. it had startled you enough that you knew it must've been someone important or an asshole trying to play a prank. you got up, trying to wipe away any remaining tears on your face.

as soon as you looked through the peep hole your heart had fell to your stomach. you saw Kenny standing at your door, hands holding a coffee and the other holding a bag of some sort. you knew he must've figured out that you were home considering your car was in the drive way and your outside shoes were on the mat.

"what Kenny?" you asked sternly. he gulped nervously, "let me in," you couldn't help but start laughing, "yeah right you asshole. what do you want? don't tell me you flew all the way here to just see me," you replied. Kenny leaned against the door, "really? just crack it open."

you went to grab the handle but a part of you stood stiff, "no Kenny, I meant what I said. we can't continue to do this. I want things in life that you don't want and it's time we end it before I get more hurt," you stated. you could hear the wavering sigh Kenny let out, "darling, we need to talk about it. just open the door," he said.

"I'm scared Kenny," you finally confessed. you knew the way you were standing was probably the same way Kenny was as well, "scared of what? me? us? what we had or what we could have?" you tried to keep your composure but tears came down your face again.

"all of it."

before he could say anything, your trembling hand opened the door to see him tumbling back a bit. you stared at him, the sleeves of his sweater being the first thing he noticed.

"sweetheart," was all he managed to say before you fell onto him like it was a routine. you held him close for a second, hugging him as if he he pulled away he would vanish. you stepped back and released him after a minute before looking at him with teary yet angry eyes, "you asshole!" you yelled swinging your arm back to give him a good punch in the face.

#aew x reader #aew imagine #aew #all elite wrestling #kenny omega x you #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega #wrestling imagine #wrestling #wrestling fic #jay white #chuck taylor

[charcubed]

What do you think about dean and jack? Was he a bad parent?

Hello Anon!

What I think about Dean and Jack is that I am currently in progress of writing thousands of words on that topic (as part of the Chuck won meta) lmao

But! But

For you, I will try to address this specific bit here anyway. No idea if I'll do justice to the topic divorced from discussion of the wider frameworks but whatever.

Was Dean a bad parent to Jack? Depends on when/what you're talking about. It's complicated. Was Dean a bad parent in the end, when it counted most? Yes, but here's the thing: that's not an indictment of Dean, or something to cite as a failure of his that happened in a vacuum. To see it as such is to miss the big picture, and the big picture is the reason for it.

He is a man pushed and molded and manipulated and strong-armed into emulating his father, for the sake of a story. Over the course of years, he resists it repeatedly, including in relation to Jack; in particular, he drops the gun in "Moriah"; and then, he's forced into metaphorically picking the gun back up again when his very freedom and thus his sense of self is thrown into question.

The entire thing is a test, and it keeps happening. It's a spiral. It's about the tension of Dean always, his entire life, avoiding becoming John... which, unbeknownst to him, is the very thing Chuck needed and wanted him be, and so he pushes him into it by design.

Take a look at some big instances:

S13's grief arc is a parallel to the original Winchester family drama: Your child is cursed, and he is the reason the love of your life is dead. John loses Mary indirectly because of Sam, and becomes a shell from grief, and a horrible father as a result. Dean loses Cas because of Jack–and loses Mary, to drive the layers home–and becomes a shell from grief. What resets these events is that Cas returns, allowing Dean to become a true parent to Jack. He's able to tell Jack he's not a monster. They become a family... but that family is fractured because the origins of this intergenerational trauma cycle–Lucifer and Michael–coming back into play. (That's a whole thing of its own, but it relates to this topic.)

End of S14: Your child is cursed, partially because he sacrificed himself to save you, having (unfortunately) learned from your example. Sacrifices and deals are never without cost, and this is the result. You lose your mother again. Metaphorically, you lose the love of your life, who you blame for this happening because he kept secrets from you (as Mary kept secrets from John). Your kid's a threat to you and everyone you love, and a threat to the whole world... and still, at the very last moment, even with God in his ear, Dean doesn't kill him. Still, Dean resists becoming the worst parts of his father. Witnessing this, Chuck is in disbelief.

What changes after this is the amount of pressure placed on Dean, and the type of pressure, and it's by design.

Dean's suddenly realizes he's been trapped his entire life, and everything he's ever experienced or ascribed to himself has been called into question. For the first time in years, he's spiraling backwards, regressing and wondering who he even is. He is certain of nothing. The identity he's built for himself, that he's FOUGHT to form, that diverges from John in the most important ways, is no longer something he can fall back on. Because he's learned of Chuck's control, he loses the very thing that helped him defy that control in the ways that counted most: he loses the certainty in his personhood. Cas tells him, "What about all of this is real? We are," but Dean isn't ready to hear it yet. He's lost himself.

Season 15 is the struggle of him trying to regain his sense of self, after having had it ripped away. That struggle is what holds him back, and also the fear of never regaining himself fully is what keeps him holding Jack at arm's length. He does not yet realize that he is and has everything inside himself he needs, because he can simply refuse to play Chuck's games.

Notice this, too: by halfway through the season, Dean's re-centering himself. He rediscovers core parts of his personality and identity in 15x07. He regains hope in 15x08, and though Sam loses his in the next episode, Dean fixes his relationship with Cas and is open and honest. He's on the path to healing and purpose. And then, immediately afterwards, this healing is halted through cosmic machinations, and his son is dangled in front of his face as a weapon as he's told that's the sole key to his freedom.

It becomes a lifeline. He cannot let Jack back into his heart–he cannot forgive him again, he cannot allow himself to tell him he's not a monster again, though he's done it before–because if he does that here, now he'll still be wondering... Who am I? Will I ever truly be free?

If you feel like an empty shell, how can you parent a child? If you don't know who you are, how do you know what part is real and what part is controlled by someone else?

Simultaneously... Jack, his son, is a Winchester: he seeks his father's approval. He decides to take on the burdens of his parents again. He feels he has no choice. He needs to be told that that isn't his job, which is the only way to break this cycle. But Dean, unmoored from his sense of self, is unequipped right now to teach him that.

It just gets worse as Chuck tightens the noose. But when Dean's at the very edge, spiraling out of control, the most desperate he's ever been... his family brings him back from it. Sam reminds of who he is, when Dean's so unmoored he has him at gunpoint. Cas gives him an immeasurable gift in his confession speech, telling him "this is who you are, and who you are is made of love." Dean then loses Cas and is devastated by grief again, but it's a grief filled with so much love that he can look at Chuck and tell him with confidence "that's not who I am." He's re-centered. He can think clearly. He is made of love; he can live as such.

But the problem, and the ultimate tragedy? It's too late for Jack. From the moment Jack absorbs Adam's rib in 15x17 to complete the ritual, the wheels of his death are set in motion.

He's been sacrificed, according to Chuck's framework and plans.

Dean thinks they win, and in the end, he just wants his son to come home. But Jack's already gone. And it's a loss in every sense.

You cannot divorce the way this narrative goes from the fact that Chuck's frameworks and machinations are the reasons Dean loses his sense of self. And Dean losing himself is the reason he is not able to be that good parent just in time for one last victory.

And Chuck's frameworks are also the network's frameworks... art imitates life, and life imitates art... etc. etc. wait for the meta lmfao

TL;DR:

Was Dean a bad parent in the end? Sure. But the tragedy is he was forced into it, in all ways, because he wasn't given the space to be or allowed to be anything else.

#this took me an hour and a half. do you see why the chuck won meta is taking me months upon months. #literally throw me into the fucking SUN. anyway this story is sad thanks #supernatural #jack kline #spn meta #chuck won #char writes things #IT'S 1AM!!!!! I'M GONNA DIIIIEEE #anonymous #asks

[mythicalgemwrites]

Selkie x F! Reader (Linn) Part 1

Sorry for not posting earlier guys! I've been very busy with online classes.

Warnings: mentions of drowning. Pics are not mine, all credits go to the owner!

M! Selkie X F! Reader

Living on an island your whole life has its perks. From the fresh scent of the salty ocean air to the calming sounds of the waves crashing lazily, it never failed to wake you up with a serenity that could be found nowhere else. You had lived alone with your Toller pup for the past couple years, in the house that your grandparents had left for you. You grew up with them, as your parents always had to move from town to town due to their profession. They were both marine biologists and had taken up a job at a top secret research facility when you were 12, so they decided to let you stay with your beloved grandparents. However, on a stormy day a couple years ago, when you were 19, both your grandparents got caught in a storm while they were out fishing, and they never came back. During the funeral, you had found out that in their will, they had stated that you should get the house, in the event of something tragically happening to them.

And that’s how you got the house three years ago. When it became too lonely, you decided to adopt a Toller puppy for company, and you had named him Sam, which was your grandpa’s nickname. He provided good company and unconditional love, which is important in every home. The house had its own dock leading to the beach, so every morning, after your walk, you’d put Sam’s retriever genes to good use and play fetch with him, fetching the ball from the ocean was one of his favorite past times. Whenever you brought him to the beach, you sometimes feared he was going to be the reason why someone almost drowned. To date, you were grateful nothing like that had ever happened, but you sometimes couldn’t brush off that fear. You were a writer, and sometimes, you couldn’t control how far your imagination went, and sometimes, the words you put on paper would be some of your worst fears, if they were to come alive.

As the days go by, and the weather gets chilly, you would often take Sam on a walk to the nearby cove, usually in the warmer months it would be filled with children playing by the beach and in the waters, but as the weather got cooler, it was mostly couples going on romantic walks, or some who preferred the solitude, just came to enjoy the sunset. On this particular day, there weren’t many people by the cove, just a couple strangers. It was around 6:15 when you threw the ball the last time, and waited for Sam to retrieve it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fully inhaling the chill autumn air, when you heard a whelp coming from the water. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam caught on a wave, and struggling to get back to you. In a panicked state, you took off into the water, not worrying about the growing current, but more worried about your faithful companion, struggling in grasps of strong waves, at least for a dog his size. As you grab him by his collar, attempting to pull him out, another wave comes crashing into the two of you, causing you to go under. Trying to call for help, and failing, as the water fills your lungs, you stop struggling, knowing it might make your situation worse, however, Sam starts barking, with his head barely above the water.

Suddenly, you could feel yourself being pulled out of the water, and being held against a broad chest by strong arms. Once you reached the water, you looked at your savior, beautiful greenish-blue grey eyes met yours, and you saw a cute familiar face looking back at you. It was Linn, the barista in the cute local café. You had to admit, you’ve always had a crush on him, but from afar. You didn’t know anything about him, except that people claimed that his family had lived on the island for years, centuries even.

He had shaggy brown hair, and small freckles were scattered along his face. With his help, you got up from the ground and called out to Sam. “Are you alright? I saw you getting pulled under and saw your dog barking. Do you want me to call someone?” he asked , in a boyishly deep smooth voice. Gaping like a goldfish out of the water, it took you a few seconds to process what was said. Coughing, you rasped out “ Yes… I’m fine, thank you! My dog , Sam, got caught in the waves, and I tried to get him out.” you started babbling like a lost child. “ Can I call someone to come get you?” He asked again, a hint of concern in his eyes. “ oh, no… no it’s okay, I live alone, well with Sam. There’s no one to call.” you said, trying not to act like a 15 year old who just couldn't help but be nervous around her crush. “I’ll be fine, really, I just need to walk home and dry out. Thanks again for helping!” you exclaimed. Calling Sam to you, the both of you started to walk home. “ Hey! Wait!” you heard Linn calling from behind, “ I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay. It’s getting dark anyway. I’ll see to it that you both get home safe,”. Before you could say anything, you felt him putting his jacket over you, helping with the chill. You didn’t realize you were freezing until he wrapped his jacket around you.

When the three of you reached your home, Sam was happy to be back in the warm embrace of his bed. Standing by the door “ Would you like to come in? Maybe a cup of coffee… or tea or anything else, if you prefer?” quickly giving him the option of whatever he preferred, to make sure you didn't seem ignorant. Sure, he worked as a barista in the local café, but that doesn't mean he loved coffee, right? “ Um, sure! Anything will do,” he said, as he followed you in. Looking around, you kicked yourself in your head, not keeping up to the schedule you set yourself for cleaning up around the cottage. Sure, it was decent, but paper everywhere? A heaping amount of mugs were strewn around your coffee table, as you sat there working on your next work.

Quickly picking them up and moving them to the sink, you filled up the kettle and turned it on to boil. “ There’s tea and coffee in the cabinet above the kettle, feel free to help yourself. I’ll go get dried up,” the words left you, as if you were telling them to an old friend, hoping to not make a fool of yourself anymore, you gave him a sheepish smile and made your way upstairs to your bedroom.

(Linn pov)

I made my way to the cabinet, looking through the various tea blends. Something which would help with the cold temperature would be nice. There in the right corner of the cabinet, was a box of peppermint tea. It would definitely help make her feel better, since she was soaked to the bone. I can’t help but feel a sense of concern for her. This beautiful strong woman that I always encounter in the café I worked in, and possibly have a crush on, I can’t believe I never spoke to her. I’ve always seen her writing in the corner of the café, in her spot, as my coworkers and I have labeled it. She always seems so sure of herself, and always seems ready for anything, but today, out in the water when I saw her struggling, something came over me. I had to save her, felt a sense of protectiveness for her, hence why I offered to walk her home. Taking two bigger than average mugs from the cabinet, I filled them up with the boiling water, after placing a tea bag in each and placing them on the coffee table before the couch. Her dog was in front of the heater, longing for some warmth and hoping to dry off. I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Sam laying before the heater, trying to get warm. Making my way to the tiny laundry room, I picked up Sam’s towel. Making my way to him, from the corner of my eye I saw Linn, sitting on the couch, two steaming mugs of what seemed to be one of my teas in front of him.

“ I made some peppermint tea, it helps with colds, we don’t want you to catch one now do we?” grinned Linn.

Thanking him, and taking the mug he held one, I sat next to him on the couch. Keeping some distance between us, I asked him if he wanted to use the bathroom to clean up.

“ If you have any spare clothing that might fit, I’d like that! It’s okay if you don’t though!” he nervously exclaimed. “ I do have some spare clothing that belonged to my grandpa, they should fit. Gimme a sec! I’ll go grab ‘em, and a towel too!” I exclaimed, leaving the cozy embrace of the couch.

Making my way to my room, where I kept a spare drawer full of my grandparent’s clothes, I dug out a jumper and a pair of pajama pants which belonged to my grandpa.

When I went down, I saw Linn drying Sam with the towel that I had left by his dog bed, and Sam being the belly rub loving dog he is, happily accepted Linn drying him with the towel, belly rubs being a necessity. Letting out a chuckle at the scene before my eyes, I held out the spare clothes and a fresh towel to Linn.

“ There’s a bathroom two doors left from the stairs upstairs,” I exclaimed, reaching for the doggy towel he left by the couch and chucking it in the laundry room. “Thank you,” he exclaimed, leaving to go to the bathroom.

Once Sam was dry enough, I picked up my mug of tea, making myself comfortable on the couch. Looking out the living room window, rain droplets trickling down the class, I sip on my tea, waiting for my guest to arrive from the bathroom. A couple minutes passed, looking up when I heard soft footsteps heading towards me, I offered Linn a smile and patted down the space next to me on the couch. “ Here, you can leave once the storm stops,” I handed him the mug.

We both sat beside each other, talking about what we remember about my grandparents and how we never spoke to each other when we were younger. Sam sitting at our feet. The dying fire casted a warm allure on his face, illuminating the soft scattered freckles. Hours passed as we enjoyed each other's company over another mug of tea, laughing at all the brief mutual moments that were shared between us. He mentioned that he would always get excited to see me whenever I visited my grandparents by the docks. I didn’t want to admit it, but I always loved to catch a few glimpses of him, whenever he wasn't looking as well.

I laughed at his words, tired but somehow feeling rejuvenated. It had been a long time since I last laughed with someone. It felt good to let go.

His expression of awe paused me mid laughter. He was gazing into my eyes, as I his. For a brief moment, his gaze averted to my lips. Moving his gaze up to my eyes, as soft as a whisper “ May I kiss you?” he asked, a foreign emotion lingered behind his now soft eyes.

Giving him a gentle nod, I felt him place his hand at the nape of my neck. Inhaling a deep breath, his scent which reminded me of the sea with a hint of musky peppermint enveloped my senses.

Linn leaned in, gently bringing my face towards his. He closed his eyes, and for a brief few seconds I admired him until mine shut involuntarily as I felt his lips on mine. After a few seconds, he pulled away, still gazing into my eyes, “ I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now,” he said, with a sheepish grin, before kissing me again.

He deepened the kiss a little, giving my bottom lip a light lick before pulling away. “ I regretted not telling you how I felt about you earlier… I did ask permission from your grandpa before he passed. The last thing he said to me was, he’d be happy if you chose me,” he paused for a second, a hint of sadness and regret casting a shadow on his blue eyes. “ I… I need to tell you something. I might … might not be who you expect. And I understand if I’m not who you want,” he stammered. Grunting, “ The rain’s about to stop. I should probably get going,” he said as he started to get up.

Grabbing onto his hand, “ No...don’t! Please… It’s late, you should stay!” I stopped him. “And I’ve had a silly little crush on you too… I just never knew how to tell you” I whispered. He sat next to me, slowly, as if I were made of fine china. That, at any moment, I might crumble. “ You did?” he breathed, his breath close enough that I could feel it on my face.

“ I also know what you are. Grandpa made sure to educate me on myths, and he said some were not myths. I’ve seen you carry your pelt around sometimes,” I closed his hand between mine. “I know you’re a selkie, Linn. I don’t want you to hide that from me.” I breathed, gazing into his eyes. I could catch a glimpse of adoration in them. “Thank you… for not running away, even when you knew what I was,” he sighed. I gazed at his lips, before catching them with mine, a soft peck, to let him know I accepted him for who he is.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?

Part 21: Introduction

Should I download Tinder?

Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.

I should.

Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.

"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.

No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.

You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.

Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.

Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.

But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..

Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.

Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.

Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.

Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.

Bored, watching movies. You?

You gotta fat ass

Um. Thanks?

Netflix and chill?🙈

Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..

So no chill

No sex, but we can hang out and do something else

After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.

Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.

Erik S, 28

Fucc around and find out

Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.

"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."

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Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.

Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.

Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.

Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."

Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.

Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.

He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"

"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.

"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"

"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"

"My bad. Lil Bitch."

"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."

"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"

"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.

"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.

"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"

"Damn crush my dream."

"Anyway!"

"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.

"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.

He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.

"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.

Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.

So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.

"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."

Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"

He smirked hitting his super like.

"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.

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Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.

Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.

Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.

How are you tonight ? Why you up ?

Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.

Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?

The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀

You think you that spicy? 👀

You wanna taste me and see?

Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.

Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.

Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.

You can come, but bring food.

Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈

What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.

What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.

No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.

Maybe you should get a cat..

Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.

Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.

Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.

40 minutes. You like wings?

Parmesan

🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.

Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.

Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie 

Uh uh, you smirk.

We nuh ave dat

That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅

He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.

Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue.  Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.

Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!

"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."

You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.

"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.

"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind.  He talks a lot.

You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..

"Y/N.."

Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.

"Aye..," he waves.

"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.

"You gone let me in?"

"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.

You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.

Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.

You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.

"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.

"You know exactly what I want."

"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.

"Mmm... You got Henny?"

"I have apple juice, tea, water.."

"Ciroc?"

Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."

"Ever?"

You shake your head.

"Damn, Apple Juice."

Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.

"Here ya go."

You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.

"You look uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."

He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"

"I've heard the title!"

"Well pull it up, let's watch it."

Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.

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"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.

"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.

"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.

"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.

Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.

"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.

Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.

"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."

"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.

"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."

Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.

"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."

"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.

"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.

"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.

"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."

"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.

"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.

"I ask you for one thing."

"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.

He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.

"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.

"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.

She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.

"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.

"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.

"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."

He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.

"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.

"How I'm l-"

"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.

"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."

"I'm not that far."

"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."

Her eyes rolled.

"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"

"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.

He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.

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[one-spidey-boii]

BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch. two

read chapter one here

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an; welcome back y’all. thank you to all who have read so far, even tho it’s only chapter two. i’d love to hear your feedback! enjoy!

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.2k+

edie's pov

so that's spiderman? seems like a fun guy, i think as i walk through the dark alleyways so i don’t draw unwanted attention to myself. it's late and i'm navigating my way home, still thinking about my run-in with the red and blue clad boy. it's easy to tell he's young by the sound of his voice, leading me to believe he’s twenty at most. that doesn't bother me of course, as i too am considered young for a crime-fighting vigilante.

i turn the last corner before reaching my street and sigh with relief at the sight of my apartment building. the light in my window is off, aiding in the illusion that i'm asleep so my mom doesn't come in while i'm away on my semi-nightly adventures. just before i can touch the brick stones of my building as i pass by, a mechanical swoosh comes down and picks me up off the ground. i let out a small yelp and quickly find myself placed on the roof.

"hey, wolfie." mr. stark says as he walks out of his iron man suit. i let out the breath i was holding and turn around to face him. i offer him a small smile and take my hood down.

"mr. stark, hello, sir."

"school's almost out, right?" before i can answer, he keeps talking, "good. i'm gonna need your help with something."

i wipe away the beads of sweat running down my forehead as i bend down to pick up my throwing knives from the concrete ground. i steady myself and focus on the tattered piece of cardboard nailed to the wall that is my makeshift target. with a small grunt, i fling one towards the center of the red dot, hitting it dead on. i continue this activity until i run out of things to throw and my arms feel like jelly. i lost count of how many times i'd hit the center of the target in a row.

stepping back with a satisfied smirk, i collect my knives, shoving them back into their rightful place in my bag or around my waist and turn on my heel to head home. i manage to take two steps before a voice stops me in my tracks.

"hey, don't walk away now, kid, the next one would have been fifty." my eyes widen at the familiar voice that often appears on my living room television. i slowly move to face the man and gulp, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, not being able to say a word.

"come on, one more. show me what you got." says tony stark, with a loose smile on his face.

without a word, i force my trembling hands to grab my favorite knife from my right boot and brace myself for a throw. my breathing is shaky as i raise my right arm and inhale along with it. i can feel the sweat running down my back as i close my eyes for a moment. don't embarrass yourself, e, i think to myself. with that i snap my eyes open and silently chuck the knife towards the target.

i missed.

"oh for fuck's sake." i groan into my hands before i remember who i'm with and freeze. i keep my head in my hands, making sure to cover my face, only gathering enough courage to peek at tony stark through my fingers.

"well, that's awkward, i won't lie," he says, looking uncomfortable, "but i think i saw what i needed to see beforehand. i'm tony stark, or iron man if you wanna get fancy." he reaches a hand out in my direction.

"edie wolfe, hi." i reply with a defeated and lame handshake. to save both of us from looming silence, he pulls at my hoodie before continuing on, "okay, ms. wolfe." he pauses to inspect my attire, "what is this? leggings? and a hoodie? kid, if you're gonna be throwing knives, you gotta expect people to throw them back at you. this isn't going to cut it." he motions to the thin fabric covering my arms and chest.

i laugh at his words, "oh hey i see what you did there."

not catching on to his own pun, he moves on again, "what? actually never mind, we have a lot of talking to do, wolfie."

ever since that night, he took me under his wing- and a week later i got a package with a brand new suit in it. one that would protect me a whole lot more than what i was working with before.

"earth to wolfie, beep beep boop," mr. stark says as he pokes me in the forehead. i swat his hand away and give him my full attention. he continues on, "so you're in? a summer at the compound, being scary and keeping bad guys away?"

i raise an eyebrow at him, "what makes you think my family will be okay with that?" i ask. mr. stark simply rolls his eyes, "i already talked to your father, need i show you the proof?" i shake my head and he nods with satisfaction.

"okay, kid. see you in a few days." he says, preparing to get back into his suit, but before he can fly away i stop him, a question looming over my head, "am i doing this alone?"

"of course not. i wouldn't leave you alon- well actually i can't leave him alone so that's why you're gonna be there," he explains with a shake of his head.

"and who exactly is this person?" i ask with my arms crossed.

"how about one friendly neighborhood spiderman!" he yells and takes off before i can say anything back.

-

finally, the last day of school was upon us. it seems that the ending of every school year is bittersweet, and to be honest it hasn't quite hit me yet. senior year was way lamer than everyone played it off to be. you're told that you're officially ‘top dog', but let's be real- no real credit is given until you've graduated. but hey, here's to making it this far.

i'm sitting at my usual lunch table, surrounded by peter, ned, and mj. we pass jokes around the group and take in every moment we have left of our time together, yanno, since peter is leaving. but so am i. which is something i still have to share with everyone.

"uh, hey, guys. can i be a debby downer for a moment?" i ask, clearing my throat and disturbing the light mood of the afternoon. the table quiets down and all eyes are on me. "so you know how peter is leaving this summer?" i ruffle peter's hair in an attempt to not make that statement so sad.

"yeah, edie, we know." mj says with an eye roll as she picks at her cold french fries. i roll my eyes back at her and mock her voice. i can't help but notice peter's guilty face sitting next to me, little does he know i am going to make it a whole lot more weird up in here.

i take in a big breath and hold it to up the anticipation, "well it looks like i'll be gone too."

ned drops his chicken wrap and shakes his head furiously, "nuh uh, nope. no way. sorry, e, i can't allow that to happen," he says with a stern voice. peter chooses this moment to negatively highlight my new confession, "edie, how dare you! someone needs to be here to look after the kids."

i lower my head in shame, god this was so hard to do. faking a playful smile, i try to make light of the situation, "hey, c'mon, we all know mj is the mom friend of the group."

mj shakes her head violently and protests against my statement, "absolutely not. i veto that with all of my being, ned is the mom." she insists as she points to the pouting boy. we all laugh at that before falling into an uncomfortable silence. i glance in peter's direction and try to smile at him. doing this to him was the hardest, i tell him everything and knowing full well that i can't tell anyone about my stay at the compound, it just hurts my heart. we won't be able to communicate all summer.

"my mom signed me up to be a camp counselor...at, uh, a self-defense camp." i panic at the last second, realizing i never thought about what kind of camp i would fictitiously be a part of. the whole table bursts out into laughter.

through short breaths and a hearty laugh, ned pokes fun at me, "edie? teaching children how to kick someone's ass? look at you, you're like a soft pillowy little marshmallow." i stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms.

"hey, i wouldn't shut down the idea too fast, remember e's dad is like, an actual fbi agent. i'm sure he's taught her some stuff," peter chimes in, coming to my rescue. i nod along and hum a 'mhm', snickering inside at how much they don't know.

-

once i'm home, i pack my suitcase with all the things i think one would need to stay at a high tech superhero compound. i grab all of my knives and shove them into a utility pack, along with my suit.

my parents know where i'm going, and lucky for me they’re okay with it. well, at least my dad is.

my father, sam wolfe, works for a hidden branch of the fbi that trains government spies and the occasional assassin. thus being the reason i grew to be so good at combat. he would take me onto the roof of our building and have me shoot at targets and hit punching bags. we would practice for hours at a time, his booming voice critiquing my every move and decision as i worked. i've never been comfortable with a gun, so i stuck with knives and made that my craft.

i haven't seen my dad in a few months now. to 'protect' me and my family, we weren't allowed to know where my dad was going or why he had to leave in the first place. once mr. stark came into my life, he and my father became close, putting his trust in mr. stark to watch out for me whenever he was gone.

my mother on the other hand, she hates everything about it. she’s afraid of the world and all the things that lurk behind closed doors. when dad isn't around, we aren't allowed to talk about anything related to knives or fighting or tony stark. and for my nine-year-old brother's sake, i oblige.

pulling my bag onto my shoulder and lugging my suitcase through the hall, i meet my mother and brother in the living room. she meets my eyes with her cloudy ones and closes the distance between us with a strong hug. i chuckle at her before wrapping my arms around her plump frame.

"mom, it's okay-" i start, before she cuts me off, "shhh, edie. let me have this moment."

i shut up and continue to embrace my mom. i know this is hard for her, but she needs to understand that this is an amazing opportunity for me. i'm being put in charge of the avengers compound for the entire summer. i wish i could share this excitement with my dad, but i know he's happy for me, wherever he may be.

"edie, promise me you'll come home if you can't handle it. no one is going to judge you for that. you're only eighteen. i can't believe your father is letting you do this." my mother rambles as she pulls away from me. i smile at her and just nod my head.

my little brother looks over in our direction with a shy smile on his face. i ruffle his hair and pull him to me for a quick hug, "take care of mom for me, booger." i whisper into his ear. he gives me a simple nod and backs away.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i pull it out to see a message from mr. stark.

'beep beep, i'm here'

i sigh and look up at my mom one last time, "that's my ride." she lets a single tear stroll down her cheek before wiping it away and shooing me out the door.

once out of the apartment, i lug my suitcase down the three flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk. mr. stark is pulled up to the curb in his fancy black car. he rolls down the passenger side window and yells at me through it, "time to party, wolfie."

i stroll to the car and pull the back door open to throw my stuff down. then i hop into the front seat and look at mr. stark, "you know, you could have come in."

"yeah, well we all know your mother doesn't like me very much. i don't wanna poke the bear," he says as he pulls his sunglasses over his eyes and revs the engine, "let's get you to your new home for the next three months, shall we?"

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[caranfindel]

Recap/review 15.02: “Raising Hell”

THEN: Sam shot God! Welcome to the end. Demon!Jack. Last week's non-scary ghosts or spirits or whatever. Strangely missing from the "Then:" Sam's godhole vision. It's actually a very short "Then." Maybe the episode itself is so good, so crammed full of wonderful things, that the "Then" had to be kept brief to make room for all of it.

Or then again, maybe not.

Now. We're still in Harlan, Kansas. A woman holding a scarf over her nose and mouth sneaks into the forbidden zone, and is startled by a neighbor. Or "neighbor." She's seen Close Encounters and knows the benzene story is fake (but if it was true, lady, I don't think that scarf would save you). And yet she's apparently never seen a horror movie, because the fact that her "neighbor" is silently and creepily staring at her doesn't raise any alarm bells. He stabs her a few times and then smokes out into an old-timey ghost who says "Disembowel. D-I-S-E-M-B-O-W-E-L. Disembowel." Well. Okay. She certainly doesn't look disemboweled, but I'll take your word for it. I mean, you spelled it and everything.

Title card. (BTW, you need to check out this very through breakdown of everything you're missing in the title card. It's fantastic.)

Nighttime. Harlan High School. Sam is large and in charge, but the people are restless. And apparently there are "hunters in the zone." Sam gets everyone's attention and tells them the EPA will be here tomorrow (a lie) and they need to stay out of the zone (the truth) and is adorably befuddled when he asks if there are any questions and everyone raises their hand. He's wearing a huge chain around his neck and, unfortunately, has gone back to the undershirt.

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The zone. Dean and Belphagar. Dean's EMF meter is going crazy, and Belphagar says there are spirits about (are they ghosts? souls? spirits?) but they don't like him so they skedaddled. (Do we believe that?) Dean can't believe he's working with a demon again, and Belphagar can't believe he's working with a hunter, and it's the classic buddy comedy all over again. Except it's not a comedy and they're not buddies. (Do I miss Metatron?) He reminds us that his rationale for working with hunters is that he liked Hell the way it was. (Do we believe that?)

There's a fiery blast at the zone border, and even though Dean was facing it and Belphagar was facing in the other direction, Belphagar is the one who points it out and says "escape attempt, eleven o'clock." The bad guys can't cross the barrier, but rock salt can, which is convenient. Dean blasts a spirit away, who I believe is the same one from the "Then" but I can't be bothered to confirm and is relieved that the warding still works. Belphagar expositions that it won't last forever, and these ghosts/spirits/whatever are more dangerous than average. For example, the ghost Dean just shot was Francis Tumbelty, aka Jack the Ripper.

(Sidebar: Okay, I did actually rewind and use closed-captioning to confirm what Jack said, because what I heard was Francis Tomelty. And here's how my brain works: I can't remember my kid's phone number, I can't remember my license plate number, I can't remember to call the guy to fix the garage door opener, but I do remember that musician Sting's first wife was named Frances Tomelty. That's how useless my brain is. But Wikipedia confirms that Francis Tumbelty is, in fact, a Jack the Ripper suspect.)

I know, Dean, I feel the same way.

High school. It's daylight now. The citizens are still restless, someone's wife is "missing," the benzene story is wearing thin (sidebar: I'm still using captions, and they misspelled benzene,) and people are plotting an escape.

Zone. Ghosts/spirits/whatever are gathering in one of the houses. Francis Tumbelty, who does not have a British accent (but it turns out he was born in Ireland but raised in America so okay, I guess someone did their research), informs the group that they were released from Hell by God himself. And all of these spirits know what hunters are. And Belphegar's name is actually Belphegor. Well. So much to learn tonight. Tumbelty says they need to gather the spirits who are still in hiding. And they can break the warding because "Warding is a door, doors have locks, locks have keys." Actually, the analogy I would have used is that warding is a lock but WHATEVER. Their plan is to "make it as ugly as possible for those who stand guard." Well, the ineffective spooky makeup will help.

Outside. Hunters are patrolling the perimeter. Civilians sneak out of the bushes and then walk right down the middle of the dang street. And then meet a couple of very unscary ghosts. Oh no, what will happen?

I don't know, because we cut back to the high school. They found the first woman's body, and Cas thinks they need to tell her family, and Sam's all, can't do that yet, people are gonna panic. They're interrupted by the arrival of Rowena, which was a surprise to me because I covered the guest star credits. Although it shouldn't have been a surprise, since Dean called her for help in the previous episode. (See how useless my brain is?) She pretends to be more interested in Cas than Sam but I'm not fooled.

Sam says "Remember a couple of years ago when we were trying to get rid of Amara," as if that's how the conversation would go, as if that's anything either of them would need to be reminded of. What he really would have said was "You know the soul bomb you made for Amara? We need another one of those."

WHATEVER.

They don't want to use it as a bomb, they just want a way to capture the ghosts. Rowena thinks it would be too difficult, but they're interrupted by someone who tells Sam they have "a situation."

Zone. The situation is that the two civilians are facing down Dean and Belphegor. And apparently they've been standing there long enough for Sam to actually show up at the zone, which is miles away from where he was. WHATEVER. Dean explains that the guy is married to the woman who was D-I-S-E-M-B-O-W-E-L-E-D earlier and came to look for her. (BTW, we're almost 10 minutes in, and this is the first scene with Sam and Dean together.) Sam, in his kind way, tells them they need to go back to the school. Then black goo drips out of their eyes and Dean realizes they're possessed. The whole standing-and-staring part didn't clue him in (WHATEVER) but now he gets it.

Bowlegs! Hair blowing in the breeze! Something for everyone!

Tumbelty appears and tells them if they don't open the warding, the spirits are going to kill these two civilian vessels. The civilians drop to the ground, groaning in pain, and I remember back when the guys would have let the spirits out in order to save two innocent people. Or at least would have been conflicted about it. (WHATEVER.)

However, some unexpected shots ring out, sprinkling the possessed civilians with... confetti? How festive. Tumbelty zaps out and the Winchesters and Belphegor turn to see none other than Arthur Ketch. Who is also a surprise to me. I guess that gig as an insurance agent didn't work out. Dean seems ridiculously annoyed to see him. Ridiculous considering that they were working together fairly recently. (WHATEVER.)

And now, since none of my regular download sources worked out and I'm forced to rewatch on the CW app, I'm sitting through commercials. Like a goddamn animal.

Back at the school. Ketch says he just happened to be in the area when they sent out the call for hunters. Dean's still not pleased. What is his problem? Am I forgetting something? Did they leave on bad terms? His gun, stolen from the BMoL, shoots iron flakes. Which somehow expels the spirit without hurting the vessel. He and Rowena reacquaint themselves, and she holds no hard feelings against him regarding the whole prisoner thing, since he let her escape. Well, you actually bought that escape, Rowena, but okay. There is an uncomfortable level of eyefucking, as least as far as the Winchesters are concerned.

Belphegor shows up and they have to explain to Ketch that Jack is dead and oh, Sam's face, when he says "dead." This is the first time this episode has made me feel anything. Well, anything good. And it turns out Ketch was actually contracted by "an attractive female demon" (seriously, that just means a demon in an attractive female vessel but WHATEVER) to kill Belphegor. Her name is Ardat and I guess she's gonna show up later. Yawn.

At least sad Sammy is good.

Reno? I laughed and said ha ha, I wonder if Amara is here and it turns out she is! (Because, again, I covered the guest stars.) She's getting a massage. Her maseusse is replaced by Chuck, who looks about 10-20 years younger than he did the last time we saw him. (Just for Men. Find it in the men's section.) She's annoyed with his presence. He's rambling. He liked the Game of Thrones ending, which I guess is supposed to signal what an awful hack of a storyteller he is. Or to warn us that we won't like the ending of our own Show. Or both.

High school. Poor Cas has to lie to Restless Citizen #3 that they're looking for the other missing citizens. "You said you'd keep us safe!" the guys says. That cuts deep, man. Meanwhile, Rowena has given Dean a shopping list. She asks him about Ketch, even though, as Dean points out, they've obviously met. "That was more of a torturer-torturee relationship. Fun, but I didn't really get to know him." But Dean doesn't want to play matchmaker, and says she shouldn't get involved with Ketch. "I mean, Sam is right here," he says. "Why don't you guys get off high center and do it?" (No, not really.)

Cas comes up behind Dean, all rumpled and sad and wanting a hug, and he apologizes for "dropping the puck." Dean doesn't want to hear it. He's so very angry, at Cas and at Chuck and at his life being one giant rat maze. Cas doesn't think their whole existence has been a lie, because even though they were in a maze, they were still living their lives in that maze. That's what life is. Chuck sets up the obstacles, but they still run their own obstacle course. Dean doesn't accept this.

It's interesting that Dean is the one who's taking the truth about Chuck so hard. Sam and Cas were the ones who had faith, and you'd think they'd be knocked harder by the realization that there was never a benevolent God. But on the other hand, Sam's so used to being manipulated by outside forces; this is nothing new to him. And Cas has already seen how the sausage is made. So they're both just, yeah, this is how it is, let's deal with it.

However. I'm not feeling the Dean-Cas conflict at all. I don't really care. And I suspect it's going to be a Big Deal. {sigh}

I’m definitely feeling angry Dean. So much.

Zone. Nighttime. Dean and Ketch are on patrol. I mean, I guess it makes sense to leave Chief Sam in charge at the school, but I'm tired of the guys being split up. Dean gives Ketch one of the giant chains they've been wearing, and says it's iron, to prevent possession. Wow, that would be a heavy chain. They talk about God and Rowena, and then Dean gets a text message. "Trouble. Two hunters haven't checked in." Uh oh!

Meat packing plant. Seriously? There is a meat packing plant in the middle of this residential area? So many chains hanging from the ceiling. I wonder what kind of cage flashbacks Sam would have in here. (And if you fic that, I'd like to be notified, please and thank you.) Dean and Ketch search the place and then it gets cold and then Ketch is hurled against a wall. Hard. Lizzie Borden appears, prepared to take an ax to Dean's head, but an electronically altered voice says "Stop! Get out!" She zaps out and we see the voice belongs to... Kevin???

Turns out when Chuck said he was sending Kevin to Heaven, he lied. Um. Why? What's the rationale for this? I mean, he did things to make a good story, but what was the purpose of sending Kevin to Hell and not letting the Winchesters (or anybody else) know? Dean promises they'll get him to Heaven, and Kevin accept this happily, because Kevin knows that Dean always takes care of him, as promised. (Ha.) Kevin can feel the wards weakening, but he doesn't know if the other spirits can detect it. And the other spirits are afraid of Kevin because he was personally cast down by God. Um. Okay. WHATEVER. But this tells Dean they can use him as a spy.

Reno. Chuck is flipping through channels, and he spends a couple of seconds watching a cooking show where the recipe involves tripe. Which is so meta, isn't it?

He's whiny. I'm over it. So is Amara. And she suddenly detects (WHATEVER) that he needs her for some reason. She can feel his own version of the godhole? She pokes at it and it hurts. "Something happened. You're not complete. You're not at full strength."

Zone. Sam doesn't think using Kevin is safe. Well, he's already dead, so. Belphegor shows up and they're all, your wards are failing and he's all, duh, I told you that was happening, I thought you heroes would have this wrapped up by now. (Are they really fading due to the nature of wards, or is this deliberate? Discuss.) And this spell was a one-time thing - he can't do it again. Because...? We'll never know, because neither brother asks. WHATEVER.

This conversation is like some people. Stupid but pretty.

Belphegor knows Kevin and calls him a "whiny millenial" and my goodness, he gets around a lot for a low-level grunt, doesn't he? He tells the guys that Kevin can't get into Heaven because once a soul is cast into Hell, Heaven can't take it. I am quite sure that Show has forgotten about John and Bobby, who both accomplished that very thing, and I'm shocked to find Show actually address this. Belphegor says God made an exception, and that isn't likely to happen again, since God doesn't like them any more. Oh no! The only way to fix this is if someone else takes over for God!

Reno. Chuck checks out his own godhole, which looks just like Sam's. He pokes at it and winces in pain.

Zone. Sam feels pain in his own godhole. Because they're connected! He lies that he's okay and it's getting better and Dean's all yeah, right.

Sam, for a professional liar, you are so bad at it.

Zone. Spirit meeting. They know the wards are fading. Tumbelty thinks they should attack at a weak point, rather than waiting for the whole thing to collapse. Kevin shows up. They all know him, and some fear him. But Tumbelty knows he's buds with the Winchesters. Because all these spirits know the Winchesters. You know, I can understand all the demons knowing who they are. That's justified. But every resident of Hell? I'm not feeling it. WHATEVER.

High school. More heavy flirting between Rowena and Ketch. Somehow Ketch knows something she doesn't know - that a jolt of electricity will fast-forward her spell. Can we just skip this part? It makes as much sense as the Rowena/Gabriel detour when they were trying to open the rift. They're interrupted by a call from Dean, who demands she hurry. Yes, please.

Zone. Rowena shows up with a bag and runs right into Tumbelty. Who knows her. Because they used to date. All this romance for Rowena, and Sam's still sitting alone at the high school. Come on, Ro. Climb that mountain. Tumbelty tells her they've got Kevin, and sends a message for the Winchesters to meet them at their spirit house. Ketch shows up behind him, with his iron confetti gun, and blasts him, but Tumbelty whacks him with a rock. However, Rowena escapes.

{Commercial time. Zombieland 2 looks good.}

TFW is finally all together. Rowena tells them about Kevin. Dean asks if she has the soulcatcher, and for some reason, Sam has a problem with the name soulcatcher. I suppose this was supposed to be humorous. She does, but she doesn't know if it will work.

Spirit house. Winchesters show up. Tumbelty says if they shut down the warding, he won't devour Kevin. They say no. Tumbelty sticks his hand into Kevin, and this takes a really really long time, but Rowena finally shows up with the crystal and catches all of their souls. Boy, it's a good time devouring Kevin's soul took so very, very long. Rowena tells them this crystal isn't as powerful as the earlier version, and can only gather a few souls at a time. In fact, some of the souls here got away. Oooh, I wonder who.

Kevin tells them about the plan to break through the warding at the weakest point. Jump to the weakest point. There are at least 100 spirits there, according to Belphegor, and more are coming. Dean brings his gun up when someone approaches, but it's only Ketch. Oh, good, he escaped safely from Tumbelty's clutches! How fortunate. It's odd that he's no longer wearing that huge iron chain, though.

Dean tries shooting at the spirits they can't see, but Belphegor tells him there are too many. So Rowena goes forth with her soulcatcher. She still seems to be on this side of the warding, which means she's able to drag the souls through the barrier. I wonder if it would have worked better if she'd gone past the barrier. Then Ketch backhands her because, SURPRISE SURPRISE, he's actually possessed. He drips black goo from his eyes, just to confirm, and picks up the soulcatcher. Dean tries to shoot him, but is conveniently out of ammo. Tumbelty!Ketch monologues and then Dean pulls out his handgun and shoots him and he... tosses the soulcatcher to Dean? Drops it horizontally? Somehow, the thing ends up flying into Dean's hand.

WHATEVER.

(Or did Ketch toss it to him once he was depossessed? Discuss.)

Rowena takes it back and sucks up the few visible souls, including Tumbelty's. Yay! Success! Is Ketch alive? Dunno!

Time jump. Ketch is alive, with only a wounded shoulder, and is being loaded into an ambulance. Cas tells Sam that he tried to heal him, but couldn't. "You're just tired," Sam says. "We all are." Oh, I don't think so, Sam. Dean apologizes to Ketch, and lets us know it was an iron bullet, which is why it expelled Tumbelty. Ketch and Rowena exchange a longing glance. Dean stares. Angrily, maybe? Angry that Mary's ex dared to look for love again? Angry that Rowena is flirting with someone else right in front of Sam? Angry that Ketch is such a wuss that he actually needs an ambulance, and medical treatment, for a mere bullet to the shoulder? Angry that he's stuck inside a Buckleming episode? All of the above? He and Rowena exchange an uncomfortable look.

Aftermath! Kevin doesn't want to stay in the zone and hang out with the guys. He knows he can't get into Heaven, so he's just gonna ghost around and wander the earth. Sam tells him this is a terrible way to exist, and Kevin points out that it's better than Hell. And Kevin and Sam give us what might be the motto for just this episode, or maybe for the entire season:

I'm sorry, Kevin. I wish there was some way to make this right.

Me too. But there isn't. And sometimes, you just gotta accept that.

Kevin tells the Winchesters he loves them (d'aw) and they don't say it back (aw) and Belphegor quite easily makes a little opening in the barrier. So easily, that it really makes you wonder why he has so little power to keep it going. Yep, it sure does. Kevin is gone. Sad waves.

Reno. Amara is hitting the road. Chuck isn't invited. And she knows he's too weak to do anything about it. He can't leave this world without her help, and she ain't helping.

Zone. We see dozens of glowing souls flitting about. The warding won't last long. We need a plan B. "How," asks Dean. How indeed.

So. When I watched this for the first time last night, I desperately wanted to fast forward through the scenes with the spirits in the house. And the Ketch/Rowena stuff. It wasn't any better on rewatch. Some of this episode was just the usual Buckleming nonsense - badly written, stupid things happen for stupid reasons, yada yada yada. But the Kevin plot... can we blame that on the Buckleming? Or was that a showrunner master plan? Either way, it's annoying. And probably pointless. The only good thing about this episode was the confirmation of the connection between Sam and Chuck. I noticed a distinct lack of excitement on my Tumblr feed, so maybe a lot of us feel the same way. If you haven't watched this one yet, my vote is: don't bother.

Please help me stay unspoiled, thanks!

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Mission Report (Pt. 3)

Makeup

Parking: Bucky x OC

Warning: fluff, applied sex, mentions of pregnancy

Rating: R

A/N: unpublished part of Linguistics. Bucky makes up for being an ass big time. Let’s just say he does it well.

We stood in front of the Quarter house looking at it for a moment. The French architecture on it was stunning. "Wow," was all I could mutter.

"You an't seen nothin' yet," James said taking my hand and pulling me through an iron gate that he just typed a code into. "Look," he said his voice a little husky. A small courtyard with large trees stood before us. In the center sat a three-tiered fountain. The moonlit shinning off the pool of water that rested in its basin. I made my way over to it skimming the dripping water with my fingertips.

(Narrator POV)

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched her intensely take in the beauty of the courtyard. With her being a romantic, he knew that she would love it, and he wasn't wrong. Confirmation came when Ema looked back and him and beamed.

"It's beautiful but why did you bring me here?" She asked softly.

"I just wanted to prove something to you," Bucky said his eyes not leaving her body.

"What's that?"

"That I love you," he said in almost a wispier. He sifted his gaze downwards taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Bucky's eyes met hers again as he continued as Ema gaped at him her lips partly open. "I have never regretted us and never will 'cause I love you so much for that." Bucky pulled her to him looking down at the woman who was his world. "Besides I figured we could have some time along from all the craziness and maybe even see your family." His lips ghosting hers.

"Thank you." Her words mumbled against his lips as she played with his short hair.

"For what?" Buck asked as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

"Proving it." She gave him a slight giggle which broke all his will power. His lips crashed into hers making sure his tongue got into that mouth of hers. She moaned and wrapped her hands tightly around his neck. By the time they broke, they both had the look of love and lust in their eyes. "Inside now." He grumbled.

"Alpha male." She replayed with a small laugh as she took off her heels holding onto his shoulder.

"You know that still amazes me that you can grow and shrink three inches in a matter of seconds." He teased her as they walked up the stairs to the entrance.

"James, you do realize that you are all right?" Her giggles filled the air and bit her lip to stop them. He gave a chuckle as his lips moved towards her ear.

"Bite that lip again and I'm going to take you right here on these stairs." Bucky reached for the keys in his pocket as Ema trailed kisses down his neck. He was barely unable to compose himself as he slid the key into the lock. The locked clicked as they almost tumbled inside the door together as their lips met again. With a quick shove, the door closed and locked behind them.

He pushed her gently up against the wall of the living room and looked at her lovely. Her breath hitched as he placed kisses on her collarbone near her dress up to the back of her ear. Her hands undid his uniform jacket buttons he struggled it off quickly laying it across the back of the couch.

"What did you say about taking me, Sergeant?" Ema said as her hands worked on Bucky's tie as she bit her lip. His eyes immediately darkening with each word. He pulled her away from the wall and spun her around unzipping the back of her dress with his flesh hand pulling than pulling it off of her and watching it fall off her body. Bucky gazed upon her with lust in his eyes as she stood there in a black lace bra and panties. Quickly his own shirt and paints were removed and placed over the couch along with her dress. He turned facing her again running his fingers through her hair losing it up so it fell around her.

(Bucky POV)

"Do you have any idea how much I'm in love with you?" I moved closer to her as she stepped back against the wall giving me a little smile. I cupped her face with my fleshed hand looking at her intensity. "I thought I had lost you. I can't lose you." I placed my forehead against hers. "Stay."

"Always" she answered me sweetly placing her hand on mine. "Besides you already asked me to stay before and I did remember." I chucked.

"How can I forget. Still, see you standing there in that blue dress telling me you had to go." I gave her a pretending gruff look. She placed her arms around my neck and began running her fingers through my hair.

"Complaining? I closed my eyes leaning into her touch.

"Hmm" I groan as she kissed my neck leading up to my jaw. I moved my left arm to her back and began trailing my fingertips up and down it.

"Sergeant?" Ema ghosted against my lips.

"Still has an intoxicating effect" I smirked.

"Good cause right now your talking too much." She moaned as I dipped my head down kissing her gently between her breasts. "And going way to slow"I looked up at her giving her a small wicked grin.

"So not in the mood for nice and slow?" She shook her head no. "Need to hear it from you Doll," I grumbled.

"No Sergeant," Ema said innocently as she looked at me through her eyelashes while she ran her hands down my chest brushing against my hardening cock before stopping a moment to pull me closer to her.

"Dame baby and I thought I was bad," I teased before slamming my lips against hers causing her to moan.

"James" She moaned out painting when our lips parted.

"Tell me what you want. What you need." I mumbled as I kissed her down her neck.

"You. Augh." I nipped her and kissed her up the other side. "Winter. Baby please I want sex with you Winter." I stopped knowing now what she wanted, rough makeup sex. I looked at her and gave her a smirk as I slammed my lips against hers pushing her up against the wall while holding back her left hand in mine while she melted into me.

We spent the rest of the night with each of us fighting for dominance in the bed. I spent the night making her shatter around me so many times that we both lost count. Proving it over and over to her that I was hers.

(Narrator POV: 1 1/2 Months Later New York-Their Apartment)

He sat up bed leaning against the headboard. His brown locks starting to grow back along with the scruff on his face. Black shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

Several files covered his lap as he read and jointed notes in each one before putting it to the side. Ema walked in and leaned against the door frame watching him as he worked wearing a pj tank top and pair of gray shorts. "Hey, baby how's it coming?"

"These mission reports are going to kill me yet," Bucky said grippingly. He looked up to see her standing there. "Give me another hour Doll ok and then I will be done." Ema gave him a sweet smile.

"Sure but then ya putting them down cause is our anniversary and we're off. I'm going to watch some tv I'll be back in an hour." Bucky just smiled to himself as she walked out. He hadn't forgotten. In an hour it would be midnight and all he wanted was to finish the reports so he could be with her.

An hour later Ema sauntered into their bedroom towards him. "Put them down," she said teasing him as she took the files off his lap and placed them into the nightstand. Bucky couldn't help but grin at her boldness. He loved it. "Whoops," She pretended to drop one of the files onto the floor which earned her a sly smile and a chuckle that radiated from his chest.

"You do that Doll and see what's going to happen." He pulled her onto him as she straddled his waist her bent legs underneath her on each side of him. His flesh hand on the inner part of her thigh his fingers stroking it gently while his clocked fingers rested on her back. She held onto her arms and gave him a little sigh. Bucky blues eyes met her before speaking.

"So I have an anniversary present for you." She cocked an eye at him. "Since you like my dog tags so much I figured you would like this." He moved his hands to the nightstand picking up a small box. Ema placed hers into her lap. "Happy anniversary honey" he opened the box and dangled a round diamond necklace in his hands for her to see.

"Buck!" She cocked her eyes at him. "I thought we said little gifts." Her voice teasing him.

"It is little" he replied with a cheeky smirk as he carefully hooked the necklace around her neck.

"It's beautiful. Thank you I love it." A kiss on his lips was his reward. Ema pulled away and looked down nervously and then back up to him. "Now I kind of feel silly about your gift. It's not a lot just a little something."

"You know that doesn't matter to me," Bucky replied with a little laugh. "Just as long as my girl is happy."

"Ok," Ema said as she pulled out a small rectangular box wrapped in black paper. Bucky unwrapped it and gave a curious look at the box that resembled the one you would place a watch into. He glanced back up to her as she spoke nervously. "James open the box please." Slowly he opened the box his mouth gaped a little as he saw a pregnancy test with a plus sign on it. He looked up at her with a huge smile on his face.

"Doll? You're pregnant." His couldn't contain himself. Ema gave him a little nod yes and bit her lip nervously. "I'm going be a dad."

"Yep. Your not upset hugh?" His lips crashed into hers as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Does that answer your question?" He mumbled into her lips as she let out a small moan.

"Yes, Sergeant," Ema said her voice full of flirtation as she giggled as Bucky pulled her underneath him. "You know Dr. Cleo says I'm due February and that she is going to keep a close eye on me and augh!" His hands brushing against her inner thigh as he wrapped her legs around his back.

"You talking too much." She let out a slight moan as he continued to move his hands up and down her body pulling at her at the tank. "Right now Doll I want to hear you moan." He looked up and down her body with a loving glare. He began kissing up her neck behind her ear.

"Buckey" Her moan was like music to his ears. He stopped and looked down at her.

"Much better my love," he said smugly as Ema giggled. She placed her hand on his cheek.

"I love you, James."

"I love you to Doll."

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hiya, welcome back to my reviews and rankings of my slowly slowly dying hyperfixation, ive left a link to my previous post if this is you're first time seeing this, anywhooom now onto the first half of season 4 under da cut (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

last whiff of summer part 1 & 2

the dvd i bought combined both parts so ill do too, out of simplicity or somethin. after seeing the kids not doing anything, frankie and mike decide they'll go to one if those old drive-in movies but end up revealing that axl is mike's favorite child. brick's voice is starting to really change, oh no, he's turning into a preteen aaa. sue trying to get the attention of mike by being "evil" is sad but kinda sweet, especially when she tries to get lost in the fair. she tries her best at everything and constantly has a positive outlook but she always goes unnoticed, even in her family at moments, but she's definitely noticed in my book. i love how axl accidentally joins the demolition derby, it's fun. i really adore the ending with the "summer of sue and dad" notebook, it's really cute and funny. good episode.

"people love tall people. ive seen the studies."

the second act

ive been dreading this episode, not because it's shit or anything but because it's the second last appearance of bob and that makes me sad, especially how he cries and hugs frankie after she gets fired, oh yeah, i probably should have mentioned that first. frankie gets fired by ehlert, sue mentors a freshman that ends up not really needing her, axl gets obsessed with being a senior, and brick uh does something that upsets mike. i kinda hate frankie here, she tells bob that they'll keep on touch but after this, they literally never talk to each other again, the whole reason why we see him one last time is because frankie accidentally goes back there instead of her new job after a busy day, shame on you, frankie, shame on you, you little shi- axl comforting frankie about studying for a new job is so genuinely sweet, i love moments like this where axl is nice, it shows that he isn't just a pain in the ass, he's an actual complexed person, he shows niceness in his own way, i love itttt. good episode, top of the list.

bunny therapy

brick develops a new stim, it being randomly saying "whoop" while looking up, so the school therapist, chuck fulton, suggests that they should get a pet for brick whom turns out to be insane, while sue tries out for mascoting (if that's even a word) with the cheerleaders, and axl attempts to figure out if hes dates courtney or debbie cuz he forgor [skull emoji]. i love how frankie and mike stick up for brick and his stims while watching axl play, it's sweet. really good episode, top of the list so far.

"[moans maniacally.] now get me a car."

the hose

after snooping in on mike's paycheck, sue realizes that they're poor while mommy- i mean rita accuses frankie of stealing her garden hose and rains hellfire on her. i love how since frankie had to go to the dentist for her chipped tooth, she starts thinking about being a dentist assistant, that's smart writing, i love it, and i love it more because of the detail when she has the chopped tooth, she has a tiny lisp that i didn't even notice first time watching this. i love sue, she's so considerate, and she doesn't want to go on a trip with her friends because she knows it costs a lot and she doesn't want her family to pay for her. axl explains sex to brick in graphic detail, wrongly. another really good episode, above the second act.

halloween 3: the driving

because of a deal/bet with frankie, brick literally eats an entire year and a half worth of candy in less than 24 hours, sue practice drives, i guess you would call it, and axl gets to vote since he's 18. i feel like im gonna go through this exact thing sue is going through when i try to drive, cars are just kinda scary to me, i can't really help it. sue completely destroys axl's foot with their car and it's hilarious. like how the more sick brick is, the more neurotypical he is, the more candy he has is basically the same affect weirdly. good episode but it almost have nothing to do with halloween other than bricking eating a shit ton of candy, above last whiff of summer part 1 & 2.

"if people are allergic to bees, can bees be allergic to people?"

the safe

frankie goes to dentist school, axl gets tutored by cassidy and for some reason falls for her, and sue and brick try to open a safe while referencing shows- actually it's not even referencing shows it's just saying the show's tilte. i kinda like how jane kaczmarek is frankie's dentist teacher person, cuz "hehehaha malcolm in the middle sounds a lot like the middle.". i love it when they pare sue and brick together, it's always fun. they literally put a big ass hole in sue's hall, again. not a lot else to say other than it's good, above last whiff of summer part 1 & 2.

"im suing milk!"

thanksgiving 4

the hecks host marines for thanksgiving while, frankie tries to reflame pat and tag's love, axl's foot heals in less than 3 episodes but cassidy comments on how sport is a waste of time, making axl not really want to do it, brick hyperfixates on a new book, and sue's mascot head is stolen. brick finding a new hyperfixation and infodumping everyone while they're doing other stuff, obviously not caring, is very relatable to me. i love brad's dance fight and the cut to him with a broken nose, it's so funny. i also love sue's speech to axl and the very over dramatic music. good episode, above the safe.

"who punches a guy while he's on his tippy toes? that's not how a dance fight work."

christmas help

reverend timtom suggest that brick should be in his play, sue makes cookies for said play, mike accidentally helps rusty steal stuff, frankie tries to abuse her employees discount for christmas presents, while axl creates his own little man cave with the stuff rusty and mike stole. i love mike talking to "the man upstairs", how he first starts nervously stiming with his brother's car keychain thing, thinking about what timtom said, before sitting down. i really really love how the hecks make light of how awkward brick was in timtom's play, it's amazingly sweet, especially when axl talked to brick, it got an audible awww out if me. a really good episode episode with great ending, top of the list so far.

twenty years

brick gets excited for the final planet nowhere book release, his somewhat new special interest, while sue tries to throw a party for frankie's and mike's 20th anniversary, and frankie gets pissed at mike for not picking up her cute call but don't worry, mike makes up for it in the end with something very sweet. i absolutely love brick's talk to axl, explaining why spoiling that book broke him, it's so unbelievably relatable, i completely understand why brick would feel like this after axl messed with him, a lot of my past and current hyperfixations and special interests means a lot to me, more to me than you could ever imagine, they're my friends, my buddies, my family, and even my lovers, a shoulder to cry on when it's looking dark, a person that will always cheer you up with a laugh, someone that will always be there for you, even when everything around you is turning into hell itself, and i wouldn't trade them for anything in the entire world, so if someone ever did something like that to me, i wouldn't function the same without my friends. just because it's so relatable, top of the list, brick perfectly explains why some special interests means so much lot to folk, specially me. yeah, i am very biased since fiction affects me a lot in many different ways, i know, but if you're anything like me, this episode will speak volumes to you, if not that, at least brick's talk.

life skills

sue and axl have the same class period together, brick goes sees chuck fulton, the school therapist that also appeared in bunny therapy, while frankie's car windshield gets broken. once again, brick is very relatable in this one, not really understanding the point of befriending a bunch of screaming little shits. i absolutely love how brick always considers chuck a friend of his, it's so sweet, and that fact that chuck is surprised by this makes it so much more nicer. everybody owing axl favors and axl using those to his advantage to finish his and sue's school project is brilliant, i love it. axl is very hilarious in this, he's such a fun character. really great episode, above bunny therapy.

one kid at a time

after another round of arguing with each other, frankie comes up with the bright idea of having a whole day just for one kid each day. i literally screamed when mike referenced limestone. i feel so bad for brick and how shit his special day was, he literally makes a scene in the shoe shore just so he can be yelled at and noticed. the smile he had walking back to his room after he got yelled at by frankie and mike was weirdly nice. i really enjoyed this one, above the hose.

the friend

frankie tries to befriend the new neighbor, todd packer jeff and colleen, those two cheerleaders bitches start cheering for the wrestlers even though wrestlettes are a thing, and axl and cassidy make out everywhere ew straight people ew. i love brick bonds with cassidy about planet nowhere until axl shoos him away and brick even talks a bit about catcher in the rye which just reminds me of thanksgivings 2 and bob's jealous face he made to brick and hhhhaaaaa i love that little face of his so much, i don't think ive talked about him enough, he's so unbelievably pretty and precious and chris does such a great performance of my boy aaaa >,////,< i have i told you how much i love bob? cuz i do, a lot- i adore the wrestlerettes having a dance off with those cheershits. i like how frankie ends up scaring away the neighbors, she definitely would. good episode, above halloween 3: the driving.

ranks so farrr

good season so far, definitely more relatable for me than i expected. im very excited for the rest of the season where we get introduced to ted goodwin, he's such a sweet boy. anyway, onto the actual ranks. this is going to be a lot more difficult when i have to rank them all together by the end of this, isn't it?

12. last whiff of summer part 1 & 2

11. the safe

10. thanksgiving 4

9. halloween 3: the driving

8. the friend

7. the second act

6. the hose

5. one kid at a time

4. bunny therapy

3. life skills

2. christmas help

1. twenty years

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