#help Im past this series and it wont fucking leave my brain
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Please take this sloppy pixel art of ShadowRoot to show off these two designs I really love >:)
Rootspring is a color point and Shadowsight's design is an eye and his stripes are its veins.
#Shadowsight#Rootspring#rootshadow#shadowroot#warrior cats#the broken code#tbc#wc#help Im past this series and it wont fucking leave my brain#broken code brain rot is real oh no
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I'm bored as fuck drop your salt about v&tsk
Oh jeez... fandomwise or canonwise?
I don't think there's much I can say canonwise that hasn't already been said. All the characters of color are based off of vaguely racist stereotypes (I.E. Yong being the "Jinx Asian character") and stuff like that, all complaints of which I agree with.
But uh, oh man, fandomwise? Jesus where do I begin.
How about varigo interpretations?
I just think, imo, I've seen a lot of people portray them in a way that just... rubs me the wrong way as a gay man. I really hate the stereotype of "smaller guy is big pushover and so easily flustered and uwu shy" and then "bigger/taller guy is flirty and strongk and an asshole but its ok because its hot♡"
I actually don't see this as often as I thought I would, but im assuming that's because I tend to stick to people in my own friend circle for varigo content, but that doesn't mean I haven't ran into it.
Varian's not shy and he's not a pushover, like holy shit I can not emphasize the enough, if Hugo said any of the "uber hot flirty" lines half the people write Varian getting flustered by, he would have bodyslammed Hugo in 10 seconds flat.
There's just something so stupid about the idea of Hugo being an overly flirty guy who pushes boundaries and doesn't respect personal space or romantic advances and thats... thats supposed to be attractive? No.
I mean, I know most of the characters have vague personalities so there's not exact way to write them in-character except Varian. He is literally the most fleshed out from tangled the series and from what we've seen, he's clever, insightful, and oh my god he is stubborn. There is just no way in hell he'd lay down and take flirting from some random dude.
One thing I still don't get about people writing him as a push-over even after season three is... Yeah in season three, he was a damsel in distress a lot, but he... still had a lot of moments of sass... Did you. Guy's not. Watch the show?
Are you willfully ignoring character traits so it can be """sexy"""?
They tend to reduce Varian to a weird push-over which is. The opposite of his character. He's a sassy dude who may have a hard time turning people down do to maybe past situations,, he's still not going to lay down and let Hugo push him around.
People are very much too worried about what is "sexy" in mlm ships than what's healthy.
Also Varian literally spent so much of tts having trusts issues aeound his dad and raps and everyone and then unhealthy relationships of manipulation around the saporians. I just think he should have a healthy relationship with trust and communication and not just. "Mmm haha flirt sexy"
Also I just. CALL ME CRAZY but I think portraying all mlm as "hot flirty guy who pushes boundaries" and "person who finds being pushed around and abused sexy" is... bad. Like. Its just bad. Wtf yall.
Thats about it for varigo but one more thing that bugs me abt the fan base is like. People arguing over 7k being Canon or not.
Like. People get excited and thats fine but then there's people who are like... idk I don't wanna be mad at them bc I know they're trying to help and like. Tell people not to get their hopes up, but I promise saying "its probably not gonna happen" doesn't. Do anything. It just seems kinda mean tbh.
Like yeah idk maybe its not maybe it is happening idc at this point, let people be happy with their own things and if it ends up not being canon they can find out on their own. Like who cares just leave it alone idk lol.
Kind also ties into a lot of tts fans that dislike complaining abt 7k posts showing up in the tts tag... like. Just. Mute 7k or vat7k or whatever???? There is a mute button on tumblr dot com you can use it. I promise you will not die of annoyance because tumblr use Hugospubichair69420 posted another varigo drawing in the tts tag. If its not depicting abusive or legitimately harmful content then like. Keep scrolling.
Idk sorry my brain scrampled egg and I could word this more eloquently if I tried but I wont.♡
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A Speedster, A Nuclear Bomb, and a Worn Down Walkman (Ch.1)
pairing: peter maximoff/fem!Wilson!reader
summary: Y/n Wilson is the only child of the renowned X-Man Deadpool. When Y/n is asked to enroll in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters by Charles Xavier himself, she has no choice but to accept; much to the dismay of her father. Y/n isn’t used to the knew surroundings or the constant stress of her mutation. All she wanted to do was disappear. Little did Y/n know, she caught the eyes of a certain speedster who wasn’t planning on letting her fade away anytime soon.
req: Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about dating peter maximoff and being deadpools kid - @8-eight-8
warnings: none, rlly
notes: FUCK YEAH!!! IM BACK TO WRITING THIS SERIES BABEY. sorry this took so long, i swear it wont take this long next time. also 2.5k words to make up for it hell yeah!
PREVIOUS: prologue
taglist: @creator-appreciator, @wallows-spring
Saying that life at the academy was hectic would be a severe understatement; your first few days were filled to the brim with endless placement assessments and class work and first impressions. It was as if you were meeting every person at once, each new smiling face and unique name immediately leaving your brain after mere seconds of talking. It was overwhelming and chaotic and at one point you felt as if you had begun to spiral in the first week-- worst of all, you were beginning to miss your father. However, there was one person who stuck in your mind like a fly to a gluetrap-- Peter Maximoff.
Peter was made of pure adrenaline, constantly on the move at high speeds as if he would cease to exist if he were to stand still. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to land himself right next to you anywhere you went. You’re not exactly complaining, though, you quite like having Peter around. He’s like your anchor, a person you can lean on when everyone and everything becomes too much-- not to mention Peter’s physical appearance. His features were refined and smooth, as if he was carved from marble by Michelangelo himself. He always had a grin on his face, his eyes lighting up like Fourth of July fireworks that you just can’t look away from.
Similarly, Peter was still having trouble processing… you. You were like an ethereal being, an inhuman gracefulness and beauty following you everywhere you went. You brightened up rooms, your laugh could make the saddest person feel uplifted, your eyes were abyss-like pools that made Peter feel fuzzy whenever they locked with him. Peter couldn’t stay away from you if he tried-- you were magnetic, an invisible force pulling him closer and closer until he got close enough to smell the shampoo you use. Everything about you was amazing and perfect and pristine to him-- he would be lying if he claimed he didn’t have a crush on you. Unfortunately for Peter, you were completely and totally out of his league. In fact, you were so out of his league that the mere thought of you liking him seemed about as realistic as a fever dream. For now, Peter was content with being your friend.
Meanwhile, Charles was attempting to settle on one of the hardest dilemmas of his lifetime. Originally, Charles had invited you to the academy to attempt to control your mutation. Hank had run various tests to get an idea of exactly how strong you’d become, and the results were shocking. Long story short, both Charles and Hank had come to the conclusion that you were a ticking time bomb. With every day that passes your manipulation of energy expands, reigning in more and more force by the second. The process is gradual and slow, but with time, you would lose your ability to contain the energy. Keeping you in the academy would be your only chance at stopping your inevitable destination, but that would also put the rest of the students at risk. Then again, you were useful; having you on the X-Men team would help save so many people. For the first time in what felt like years, Charles didn’t know what to do.
“Hank,” The British man called. “If you were the equivalent to a timed explosive, would you… would you want to know?”
“I’m sorry?” Hank’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I just… I’m not sure if I should tell Y/n about her… situation.” Hank nods in understanding before inhaling deeply.
“Charles, she’s only been here a few days. She’s barely settled in-- give her time to… warm up to the place.” Hank replies. That doesn’t help Charles’s situation.
“And after that? After she’s settled in?” Hank sighs. He’s not sure what to do either-- all Hank really knows is that he wants whatever's best for you. Hank had come to enjoy your presence through the last few days. You were kind and paid attention to Hank and his interests. It was refreshing-- Hank wasn’t used to having some be genuinely impressed by his work.
“You have to tell her eventually, Charles. You’re only hurting her by hiding it.” Charles groans and leans back in his chair. He was truly dreading this conversation-- he had no doubt in his mind that you’d want what’s best for the other students; Wade mentioned that you had a habit of putting others' needs and feelings before your own.
“Thank you, Hank. That’ll be all.” He waves the other man out of the room, allowing himself to be left to his own thoughts. Charles’s head ached as he glanced at the report Hank had written on you, one specific observation jumping out at the distressed man: “Y/n Wilson is as much an evolutionary breakthrough as she is a safety hazard-- she must learn to contain her power; if she’s successful, she’ll be one of the most powerful mutants ever recorded. If she fails-- if we fail, the consequences will be as catastrophic and destructive as a nuclear explosive. Proceed with caution.”
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The sound of confused giggles and hurried footsteps echo through the hallway as Peter gently tugs you along, turning to glance at you every now and then. Peter knew you were having trouble getting comfortable with the other students, and he was determined to change that. He had a small group of friends that were eager to meet you-- Peter managed to bring you up in every conversation he’s had with anyone in the past week.
“Peter, where are we going?” You question as Peter turns around a corner. He just shoots a smile back at you before quickly pulling you into his bedroom-- a bunch of students sitting in various places on the floor. You can recognize a few faces from the hallways, but other than that they’re mostly strangers. Except for one-- I can recognize Kurt from the library.
“Alright, so, uh, I thought that maybe you’d want to meet some of my friends. Just to-- uhm-- just to get more used to some of the people here.” Peter’s stomach flutters as you grin at him.
“You did this for me?” Peter nodded before your attention was quickly drawn away from him and to the people around the room. Peter is quick to introduce you to all his friends.
“Uh, Kurt, Jubilee, Scott, Jean, Ororo, this is Y/n,” A blue teenager materializes in front of me almost instantly.
“We met already but it is nice to meet you again,” He grins a toothy grin, his hand extending to shake mine. I’m soon met by a boy wearing odd goggles, presumably Scott, then Jubilee, then Ororo, then finally, Jean. They were all friendly and unique and oddly comforting in a way, regardless of the fact that they were all a full decade younger than you and Peter.
“What’s the best way to get to know someone?” Scott asks, glancing at Jubilee. She smirks back at him.
“In all 16 years of living, I’ve come to learn that the single best way to get to know someone's personality is via the ancient practice of Truth or Dare.” She grins wildly.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know if--” You can hear Peter inhale sharply as Scott pulls him onto the floor, the other students following suit and soon forming a circle on the floor. Jubilee tugs you down by your sleeve.
“Alright, who’s first?” Jean quips. Everyone exchanges a look before settling on Peter.
“Oh, uhm… Kurt, truth or dare?” Everyone seems to be disappointed by Peter’s selection, but they continue nevertheless.
“Truth.” Peter bites his lip while he attempts to think of a question to ask, and you can’t help but stare. The silver speedster is undeniably cute-- you’ll willfully admit that any day. “Out of everyone here, who do you think is the smartest?”
“Well, both you and Y/n are much older than ze rest of us, so it’s one von of you two-- sorry Jean, zey just have more experience. Uh, I guess Y/n since I vonce saw Peter try to catch a bird with his bare hands.” You laugh out loud at this new discovery and Peter’s face burns a light red.
“Alright, Kurt, it’s your turn.” Jean says. The blue boy scans the crowd before choosing the next victim.
“Y/n, truth or dare?” All eyes turned to you expectantly. You were never a coward, so you took the most logical route.
“Dare.” The entire group jitters with excitement, anticipation for what odd things Kurt would make you do circulating in the air.
“I dare you… to hold hands with Peter for ze rest of ze game.” Scott and Jean both huff in disappointment as Jubilee and Ororo gaze at Kurt with such fury it was as if they were trying to kill him. This dare was odd, sure, but you weren’t one to back down.
“Easy peasy,” You quip as you hold out your hand for Peter to take. He laces your fingers with yours and immediately your entire arm feels as if it had just been jostled awake. The feeling of Peter’s hand in yours is foreign, but incredibly welcome. His hands are warm.
“My turn, right?” You ask, trying to forget the fact that Peter’s hand is entangled with yours. “Jubilee, truth or dare?”
“Truth, and make it good.” She grins.
“Whose mutation do you think is the least useful out of everyone in this circle?” Jubilee glances around the circle.
“Depends. I don’t know what yours is,” she trails off for a moment. “And I don’t wanna be mean…”
“My mutation is energy manipulation-- I can control the energy that’s constantly being produced.” Peter’s grip on your hand tightens a bit as Jube’s eyes widen.
“Okay, that’s fucking awesome so definitely not yours,” she exclaims. “Kurt and Peter are useful in combat, Jean is useful in getting information, Ororo and Scott are both super powerful-- I think my mutation is the least useful.”
“Don’t say that, Jubilee,” Scott says from across the circle. “You’re useful sometimes.” Jean cringes at his words and both Jubilee and Kurt laugh aloud. Scott seems unaware of his mistake.
“Thanks, Scott,” The young girl said before returning to the game. “Alright, my turn again? Ororo, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Ororo smirks. She’s quite pretty, her hair looked soft and shimmery-- not dissimilar to Peter’s.
“I dare you to knock the power out of the entire mansion for a full five minutes.” Ororo complies, a large clap of thunder echoing through the mansion as the room goes dark. Ororo had created a large thunderstorm to cover for the power outage, lightning and rain wailing down on the windows. Peter grips your hand tightly, his muscles tensing as he shuts his eyes for a moment. The other students are consumed by their chatter and laughter in the darkness.
“Hey, you okay?” You ask softly. Peter is jumpy and nervous, but he doesn’t want to seem cowardly in front of you.
“Y-yeah, I’m just not the b-biggest fan of thunderstorms,” You can tell he’s trying to act tough. Gently, you run your thumb over his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down.
“Don’t worry, silver, the storm will pass. For now, I can distract you if you’d like me to,” You offer. Peter looks at you for a moment, and his heart skips a beat. You’re kind and sweet and selfless, you’re considerate and caring and wonderful and Peter is in awe of you.
“A distraction would be nice.” Peter said quietly, wincing at the weakness in his voice. He was almost 30 years old, one of the oldest among the group in the room and he was cowering because of a little thunder. He felt ashamed and small-- it really was no shocker that you were out of his league. However, when you flipped his hand over and began tracing shapes on his palm with your finger, all of his worries melted away for a moment.
After a while, Ororo switched the lights back on and dispersed the storm outside, the group of teens returning to the antics almost instantaneously. You pulled your hands away from Peter reluctantly.
“Well, uh, I better get going-- I have some work to do.” You say as you stand up. “It was lovely to meet all of you, this game was pretty fun. I’ll see you around.” You can hear Peter scramble behind you, quickly following you out of the room as if he were a lost puppy. You walked in silence for a while, Peter’s strides in sync with yours as you made your way to your bedroom. You admired the detailed architecture along the walls as you walked, various small symbols were scattered across the wallpaper. You didn’t realize you’d reached your bedroom until you were standing face-to-face with the door.
“Thank you.” Peter says, his voice low and raspy. He’s not looking at you, his eyes glued to the floor.
“For what?” The shameful feelings returned as Peter kept his eyes on the floor. He feels like a baby-- a whiny baby who gets afraid during thunderstorms and has trouble articulating his thoughts and feelings. It made him so frustrated when he couldn’t find the words to say what needed to be said-- his mind just moved too fast to grip onto any coherent thoughts. When he glanced into your eyes, he managed to get something out.
“It’s just that I know a lot of people who would make fun of me for being as old as I am and so easily scared.” You smiled softly, a hint of sadness in your eyes. Peter didn’t want you to pity him, but at this point he just needed to express his gratitude. “Thank you for… not being one of those people.” You took his face gently in your hands and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Anytime, Maximoff. Anytime.” You smiled before opening your bedroom door and stepping inside. The first thing you notice is that the books on your desk have been knocked over. Then, you realize that there was someone standing behind you.
You yelp, whipping around and shooting out a blast of energy. You didn’t even expel that much force, but the figure is launched into the wall. It’s only then that you realize this figure was actually your father.
“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?!” You shout as you rush to help him off the floor.
“What, I need a reason to come see my daughter?” He jokes as he pops his arm back into its socket. He looks worried, but he masks it with a smile. “It just happens that Charles wanted to see me the same day I came to visit you.”
“Charles wants to see you? Why?” You ask as Wade pulls you into a hug. A cough from the doorway startles you apart, and a very anxious looking Hank is standing in the doorway.
“Looks like we’re about to find out,”
#Evan Peters#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#peter maximof x reader#quicksilver#quicksilver x reader#xmen#xmen fanfiction#xmen imagine#xmen series#wade wilson#wilson!reader#peter maximoff x wilson!reader#a speedster a nuclear bomb and a worn down walkman series
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good eve! submission to my loml abt my theories that i shook off of my brain. pls this is only for cesia because i accidentally said too many things here hehe.
warning: whatever i said here are just merely theories and they might be wrong so read with utmost discretion.
it's been a while since i have even heard from you
And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads, but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time
here,, i looked at this as if i am either taehyun or yn. but lets say this is more likely to be yn because she's the one who knows and is aware of everything that's happening. yn has this sofi the bitch situation right?and knowing yn she might think that she should stop this rekindled connection with taehyun since yea sofi but this verse gives me the hope that our yn will keep this connection going this time?? like she would have this yea fuck it let's keep this yn x taehyun conversation instead of sunny x taehyun (since sofi is pretending to be sunny now. eww) situation. i think yn would keep this connection again even though she knows the consequences of this action. so if this is right, there might be some yn x taehyun subtle landian blessings. i am keeping my fingers crossed for this one.
The lights are off, he's taking off his coat (mmm, yeah)
I say, "I heard, oh
That you've been out and about with some other girl"
Some other girl
He says, "What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I"
pls im very intrigueed because yn nd taehyun recently had a conversation abt this right? him and sofi. like the last update was about taehyun and sofi's relationship and how yn was talking about it. but pls bear in mind that taehyun implied that yn was secretly hoping right? right??? so this is where "What you heard is true, but I can't stop thinking 'bout you and I" makes really sense for me because taehyun admitted that there is something abt sofi nd him (because sofi is pretending to be sunny eww again) but he knows that the connection between him and yn is what keeps him up at night. he cant help but think abt what he and yn has. he feels something. something that he could not pin out. yes mr. kang keep on thinking. so maybe,,, he'll start comparing yn to the past sunny (yn's persona) to the present sunny which is none other than the pretentious sofi. And maybe yn isn't the only one secretly hoping at this point. *winks*
but then,,, an insider told me that this song might be a spoiler for the whole story instead of a chapter (insider kind of suspicious tho). so i started looking at it in a bigger setting (sorry im still going.).
so style is generally accepted to be taylor swift's song about harry styles (nothing is confirmed here but miss swift,,, i can feel it.). but that's not the entire point here. i would just like to give u guys a background about the song. the song has been analyzed and interpreted for many times now and there are many similarities as well as differences. like how the song kinds of tells us about a relationship and they know that it will not work out at the first place but they insisted on doing it. there are other analysis that says that this song is about two lovers that weren't just synching as if time wasn't agreeing their way. others says that this one is about being uncertain about a relationship. all of the analysis ive mentioned are yes,, you've guessed it - are my points on how style is related to helpline or how it spoils the whole series...?
So first point/connection. we know at the very beginning of helpline and the interaction between taehyun and yn (as herself) it was just yn that likes taehyun because taehyun alr likes sunny at this point. flashbacks of the secondhand embarrassment brought to u by yn and beomgyu. so she alr sees this relationship with tyun as hopeless because he likes the persona that she created, the exact same persona that she was scared to reveal. it was upon taehyun's support and the daycare as well that made yn feel positive about this. reference #1: style is about knowing that things wont really work out and would just end up badly but you still did it anyway.
second, reference #2: style is about a relationship that is not synching up. "Well it's basically kind of one of those relationships that's always a bit off. I talk about in another song on the record, a crooked love, which is kind of like never quite synced up right..." taylor mentioned this during her promotion for the 1989 album. so notice how whenever the relationship between taehyun and sunny is at its highest, suddenly there are conflicts arising. this might be just cesia's writing technique but notice the lyrics!!! "and when we go crashing down, we come back every time". the first crash was when taehyun likes sunny instead of yn. but yn is sunny! and that ladies and gents is the firt come back. the second crash was the allegations abt who might be the real sunny and the first come back mi amigos is taehyun's reassurance to sunny aka yn. the latest crash and the most annoying of all is sofi and i am still hoping for the next come back that might happen real soon.
reference #3: "When I wrote this next song I was thinking about how we have these kind of fashion staples that never quite, we never quite throw them out of our closet, right? No one's going to be like, why are you wearing a little black dress, no on wears that, that was so two years ago. Everybody has that perfect little black dress or for a guy that great white t-shirt that fits you perfect. You may not necessarily wear them all the time, but they're always there in the back of your closet in case you need to go to your old standby, that classic thing that always works. I was thinking about that, and I then I was thinking about how there are feelings like that, how there are trends that never go out of style and how there are feelings that never go out of style. Do you see where I'm going with this?" the feeling that taehyun that he's not throwing or neglecting was how he felt connected to sunny in a very intimate way. like i think that was what he was looking for in sofi, yes the pretentious sofi. he was looking for that kind of connection. the safeness and the realness of taehyun and sunny towards each other. notice how the connection was only visible when he was talking or with yn (the real sunny). because the connection between him and sunny cannot be faked. no matter how hard sofi tries to pretend and act the connection is just nowhere to be found.
i dont have enough time to concluded this now but i hope this makes sense to cesia klshdjkgshjjhahj
the loml being the yn protection squad™ leader and founder that she is,,,,
these are actually very very interesting theories you have written here babe. i think some theories quiet matched to what i had in mind tbh, sort of almost but not quite ?? (if the grammar is right,,, wtf). i'm interested in your other theories though akbskdhsn why does this feel like a research oral defense or smth
you really placed so much effort in dissecting the song omg i already told you this but i'm telling you once again,,, you make me cry so hard wtf :< i just love you sm, my soulmate :<<
ps: all of this may have started from here
#KINIKILIG PARIN TALAGA AKO TANGINA KA PO LABYU SAGAD#certified helpline smau theorist#meg loml 💗✨💩#[☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ] helpline smau#also namiss talaga kita sobra :<#di ako yung mas inlove dito promise
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A Dose of SPN Positivity!
For those who know me, they know I love this show.... flaws and all! im critical sometimes, but not overly. Bottom line, I am addicted to the story and Im in love with Sam and Dean.
With Season 14 about to start, and we’re all getting antsy, too much negativity has been flying around, so I want to share some things i love most about the show, and maybe make some of you reflect for a moment and think “Yeah, that is pretty great” and smile.
Supernatural has been referred to as “The Little Show That Could” and to me, its such a fitting description. Logically, on the surface, it looks like it just can’t. I mean, how can a fantasy/horror show, survive with such a low budget, light special effects, and not very scary most of the time. I mean hell, they dont even have that many monsters that look like monsters, so why has it lasted longer than a season or 2? Let alone, 14 seasons with no signs of stopping yet. First and foremost is obvious. Sam and Dean and the actors who play them.
This essay will be full of gushing about these boys, so if you dont feel like enduring such a hardship, scroll on past. if that interests you.....
Yes these 2 fabulous men are the life blood of this show. Without them, we’d have nothing. THEY are the reason, this little show can, and does. Even those who like one and not the other, even if they dont realize it, the one they prefer is who they are because of the other. Both of their qualities and flaws can be directly linked to their influence on each other. If for some reason the other was gone for good, the one left will change drastically. As we see when one is dead or in grave danger, albeit temporarily, the other changes. Sam is no longer sweet, laid back and practical, and Dean is no longer funny, charming, and nurturing.
In fact, they both seem to become an amplified version of their brother. When Sam dies, Dean gets quiet, sometimes too quiet. He also gets methodical and focused. You may get lucky and just get shot in the back, but if he chooses to speak, he chooses his words to let you know shits gonna hit the fan. “You have my brother, and you have one chance, just one, to hand him over, and if he isnt in one peice, when I find you, and I WILL find you, I will take you apart” Sam on the other hand is boiling over with emotion. My boy becomes savage. He doesnt always choose a lot of words to say, he gets his whole point across most of the time with “WHERES MY BROTHER???!!!!” This... my friends, is good stuff!
These things couldnt be done with such beauty without Jared and Jensen. Their offscreen relationship, whatever it may be, is wonderful. Theres no denying the love and respect they have for each other. They are very supportive of each other, and help make the other better at their job. They’re not typical actors who have a work relationship but otherwise spend time with each other. They genuinely enjoy being together, and this shows on screen. When two people are this good at their jobs, and with each other, you just have to keep watching.
Other things I love about the show, are kinda small. Some maybe youve never noticed, but maybe now you will and enjoy them too, like...
Brains vs Brawn: At first glance, we all go Sam=brains, Dean=brawn right? But thats not actually the case. Dean is far from stupid, and Sam is nowheres near a wimp. Dean teases Sam about being a nerd, and Sam doesnt mind, he kinda wears his nerdiness like a badge of honor. Dean will never admit to being a nerd, but he is. He’s read Vonnegut, knows every old west cowboy statistic, and likes LARPing. Sam, though a bookworm, is one tough mofo. hes tall and muscular and has shown to be a little freakishly strong. He can also take a great deal of pain. And though Dean is known more to be the fighter, he can be very warm and nurturing. And nerdy Sam can make you shit your pants with just a look if you piss him off just right. I absolutely LOVE this balance!! Its one of my favorite things!
Old school vs New; A lot has changed in 14 seasons. The brothers have grown, as well as the story, but their roots are never forgotten. They’re still driving around in the same car. Hell. Baby has become the 3rd lead! Even though they have mom back, they never forgot her, or dad, and both were spoken of often throughout the series. They refer back to old days often, so we can all get a feel of nostalgia when we remember too. Most episodes bring the deep past up in one way or another, I love this!
Loss and Death: I know so many of us complain that they die and come back too much, but I have a real appreciation for it, The circumstances are always different, and so are the methonds of coming back. Sometimes the death isnt serious, or they dont “seem” dead, like in First Blood or Dark Side of the Moon, when there may have been an initial “wtf?” we got to see them in heaven, and in first blood, they came right back. However there was deep seriousness in All Hell Breaks Loose, No Rest for the Wicked, Do You Believe in Miracles, Swan Song, Red Meat and Beat The Devil that you felt the dying brother’s physical pain, and then the emotional pain of the surviving brother. No matter how many times they die, they still hit these types of episodes out of the park. WE may know theyre coming back, but they dont. it still crushes them and I love this!
Sam and Dean’s Sexuality: I love that their sexual natures are different, but theyre both okay. Dean is sexually active, enjoys porn and vocalizes some fantasies, Though Sam can tease him a little, its just brotherly ribbing, its not judgemental or trying to make Dean feel bad. Sam isnt overly sexual, he’s gone many seasons without sex at all. He doesnt appear to enjoy porn, we know he doesnt like strip clubs, and its NOT because he’s unattractive!! Dean teases him but he doesnt try to make him feel bad. When he has heavily suggested that Sam get laid, its just because he wants him to have fun. Dean even said he appreciated that Sam wanted to stay pure and waited. Otherwise, its okay that Sam is (at least kinda) asexual. Neither are shunned or judged because of their sexuality.
Winsync: This is one of the greatest things. if they didnt do this, we wouldnt care, we would never say “It would be a much better show if the brothers mirrored each other, or did the same thing at the same time” but for whatever reason, TPTB wanted this, and it works so well! Its an intimacy we can see without the show going OTT bromantic. Its the connection, the closeness, and being soulmates. I LOVE this!
Soulmates and Brothers: Normally a show will make soulmates out of lovers. It’s not often they do it with siblings. It helps justify their deep love and devotion. It adds an additional layer to their relationship. It makes them so tied together that they will share eternity in heaven together, and not just in their memories. This was a very good decision made by Kripke and crew, so we will all know they cant live without each other, even if they just lived in different homes. I love this!
Meta Madness: Though I dont like all the meta episodes, I do love the fact they can do them, and DO do them. Because the whole premise is the supernatural, nothing is impossible, even AUs and cartoon worlds. Sometimes I might roll my eyes, but its awesome to me that they can experiment this way and see how it goes. I Love this!!
The Bros are Oblivious: Sam and Dean have been through basically everything, and have seen and done everything, yet they seem shocked when people say theyre famous, or when they heard people tell stories about them. Occasionally they grasp their importance, like when they tell people they save the world, but they were impressed that Asa fixed killed 5 Wendigo, and had an Angel Blade, and Father Luca met the Pope. I mean God hung out at the bunker and made them pancakes!
Their Heads Dont Get Too Big: Every once in a while, TPTB make sure we, and the boys, remember that they are only human. Even if they lock away Satan, kill Death, save God’s life, they’re just men. Remember when Bobby died and Dean was sure he wouldnt because “its just one bullet!” ? I can see how it would seem so silly to Dean, and even to us, that someone who has lived through so much, could die from a stupid little bullet. I think that one of the smartest things the show has done in ages, was to have Sam tortured by Toni and friend. Sam was so bold and cocky (and need I say sexy?) telling Toni he’d been tortured by the devil himself, and what could she do to him... He soon learned Hell torture or not, cold showers still suck, blow torches to the feet still hurt like hell, and a mortal human can still fuck with his head. And Dean, well he can still be put on the injured reserve list from a jacked up leg. IMO S12 was great for re-humanizing the Winchesters. I love this!
Comedy to Tragedy: Some of the best episodes, started out funny and ended in a tear jerker. Mystery Spot, Just My Imagination, and Beat The Devil top my list. I love the emotional rollar coaster, Coming away exhausted from an episode is the bestthing I can ask for! They havent tried it the other way around, tragedy to comedy, and thats good. If you are crying at the beginning and laughing later, it doesnt justify the grief and you may feel let down and hollow after. SPN is great with having some humor in even the most depressing episodes, but they know when using it and leaving it out is best. I love this!
Brohugs: My #1 favorite thing, aside from the hug in 6.1, they have all been beautiful. Not once, have the boys lost the love, or even repeated the same hug. Each one conveys a different message, a different emotion, but all say “I love you more than everything” and I wont ever get tired of them! I would do anything for a single hug in my whole life that had such love in it, as any Winchester bro hug! I.LOVE.THIS!!
Now I hope if you read this far, you got to smile a few times, and a spark was added to the fire that you fell in love with 14 seasons ago. Here’s to S14, i hope its filled with all of these wonderful things!
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When Souls Collide
PART 7. Series page.
By the time you make it back to your house dusk is beginning to settle, the bright sky being stained in darkness. Heaving a sigh, you run the back of your wrist against your nose and swing the car door open. You know its exactly 22 and a half steps to your door, 15 more up the stairs and 5 more to your room. You could make it there with your eyes closed, and considering how sore they feel you decide to do exactly that. Once your belongings are safely in your arms you begin your daily routine. Counting quietly in your head as you try to unravel the knot in your stomach.
You’re at 12 when your footing falters, sending your things tumbling down to the floor. You debate just leaving them there, pretending they don’t exist because technically if you don’t see it, it doesn’t happen, right? Instead you squat down next them and open your eyes to begin piling things up in no particular order.
“Need a hand?” You snap your head up, scanning behind you in search of the owner, finding the one and only person you wished you would never see again. You scowl at the floor and choose to ignore him, just like he did to you for the past year. You snatch a paintbrush off the floor, placing it between your teeth and standing up.
“I just wanna help” he says, moving forward to catch the painting threatening to slip from your grasp. There’s no point trying to ignore him now, you need the painting back at some point and you wouldn’t put it past him to hold it hostage until he got what he wanted. “Hey, this is really good!” he says, eyes flicking between you and the page. You squint at him, trying to work out his end game before turning to begin the short walk to your door, keeping the brush between your mouth to prevent a conversation. You catch the corner of his mouth twitch as he follows you up the path, vague amusement rolling off in waves. “Your friend left a while ago” he offers.
You pull the paintbrush out your mouth and wave it at him loosely. “Then why are you still here?” you ask, as you stick your key in the lock and turn it, stepping into the house.
“I wanted to meet you.” He states, confusion clouding his features as if he hadn’t even considered the fact that maybe, just maybe you wouldn’t want to see him.
You tug the painting out of his grasp, placing it back on your pile “We’ve met. Now piss off.” You spit, turning and pushing the door closed with the heel of your foot. You dump the contents of your arms onto the stairs and head into the living room to peek through the curtains. He’s still stood there, index finger tracing up his left arm as he stares down the door, as if he could bust it open with his brain. The thought makes you struggle to choke down a laugh as you flick the curtains back into place. Maybe his brain will explode, then you wont have to deal with him at all. You flit round the cupboards under the stairs to grab your softest towel and the expensive soap you save for special occasions, figuring that under the circumstances you could use some comfort.
No such luck, the knocking starts soon after, like hes only just realised that he cant telepathically open the door and force you to talk to him. But your not about to give in that quickly, instead you switch the TV on and with every knock he makes you turn it up louder and louder. This continues for a few mintues, you counting the time between each bout until your finally sure hes stopped. You creep towards the door, remote in hand and curl up on the second step to wait, setting your bundle of soapy glory down next to you. You turn the tv off and nod in satisfaction. Now you can finally have a shower in peace. Your about to stand when the loudest knock yet sends you leaping off the steps, heart thudding. Narrowing your eyes you press the button, crossing your arms. You hear him laughing to himself and struggle to suppress a smile of your own. You wait to the count of three and turn the tv off completely before swinging open the door with raised eyebrows.
His cheeks are flushed and head tilted back with laughter, a mirroring smirk twitching on your face. “I just wanna talk” he says, hands raised in mock surrender and you relent. Nudging the door open fully and stepping aside for him to come in.
He points towards the towel folded on the stairs, with various soaps and moisturisers poking their caps out of the bundle. “Going somewhere?”
You shrug, pushing the door closed behind you. “Was gonna take a shower, but somebody wouldn’t go away. Looks like its going to have to wait.”
“Well, like you said, im not going anywhere. So you may as well take your time.” He says, wandering into the living room and settling himself onto your sofa. You used to think the sofa was huge, too big for the room but he manages to make it look tiny.
“Make yourself comfortable why don’t you.” You mutter sarcastically, hovering in the doorway whilst you consider the offer. You didn’t really want to shower with a stranger in the house, but technically he was your soulmate and you reallllly wanted that shower.
He tilts his head over the edge of the sofa, peering at you as you continue your internal war. “I will,” he says with a smug smile poking his arm over the edge. “Remote please.” Begrudgingly you hand it over, traipsing up the stairs to grab some pjs and heading into the bathroom as Shawn flicks from channel to channel on your tv.
You can hardly believe he is downstairs as you step into the warm spray of the shower, and your not entirely sure how to feel about it. You just didn’t understand how he found you, or why. Was it one of those I didn’t want you, you don’t want me so now I want you kind of things? You feel like a wrung out sponge, twisted and empty as you consider your options. He’s already in the house, and he has come all this way, but he wait over a year to find you. A whole year of time you could have spent together, getting to know each other and doing whatever it is soulmates are supposed to do. You need a clean slate for this to work, you just need to hear what he has to say and maybe you will get closure from it. Then you can just move on with you life, maybe in a few years when you feel ready you can join one of those groups advertised. The ones where for some reason the system didn’t work, the ones for people like you. Or maybe it will all work out for the best, either way you know that you need to be blank in order to listen and make your own judgement. So you focus your thoughts, imagining the fresh water soaking into your skin and the stresses of the day flushing down the drain.
As the time passes you begin to feel more like yourself again, calm and clear as if you’ve moisturised some nourishment back into your skin. For some reason you trust that he wont have gone anywhere and you feel no worry about leaving him alone for such a long time. Slipping into your pajamas you turn your attention to your hair, wrapping it up and beginning to tousle it dry until your sure its not going to drip down your back, part of you wonders whether you should really be putting in more effort seeing as though you were about to be spending some quality time with your soulmate. But your already past what the conventional couple would do, if anything you couldn’t be further. He’s famous, he ignored you, you sang to a stage full of people, broke down in your car multiple times, and now he’s here and instead of talking to him, you went to had a shower. Fuck normality.
You pad your way out of the bathroom towards your room, patting the ends of your hair down with a towel. “You’re in my room.” You note, strolling past him to your chest of drawers. You’re not really surprised, given the opportunity you probably would have snooped around alittle too.
He doesn’t look at you, instead focussed on the patch of wall above your desk. “Yeah…” he mumbles, fingertips reaching out to graze the corner of a painting you had taped up a few days ago. “This ones new.”
You nod subconsciously at him, “How’d you know?” you ask, as you flip your hair forward and gather it up into a ball on your head.
He doesn’t acknowledge your question, instead pointing at various pieces of work scattering your walls. “And this one, that one too.” He mutters, almost as if hes talking to himself. “my favourites gone.”
You curl up on the edge of your bed, watching him observe the room. He seems so familiar with your room yet so completely lost, you don’t understand how he could possibly know what goes where. But he does. Its almost the perfect painting, like hes looking into the window of your soul spread across hundreds of doodles. Watching the tick tick tick of your internal clock and for the moment your content to let the seconds roll past just watching him, watching you.
“I always wanted a soulmate.” He muses, turning to face you. You study him carefully, eyes tracing the lines of his tattoo. “Couldn’t wait to meet you.”
You hitch your breath in your throat, waiting for the but, which never comes. “So what happened?” you ask, forcing him to meet your eyes in a challenge.
“I read the letters.” You squint across at him, wheels turning in your mind as you think which letters he could mean, how many had you written by that point. It couldn’t have been that many. “They were right there,” he says, pointing to the corner of your desk. “In a yellow box.”
At the age of 15 you had finally understood what it really meant to have a soulmate, that you would end up promising to live your eternity with them. Someone you didn’t even know yet and you couldn’t be sure how you felt about it. So you did what you had always done when you wanted to talk to someone but knew you couldn’t, you simply started writing letters. You had intended to only write the one, but It ended up being a regular thing, whenever you were struggling or scared you would write a fresh one. Slotting them neatly into the box and leaving them there. It was like having someone you knew would be your best friend at some point, so you didn’t have a problem telling them everything. One day they would already know.
“There was this one letter, about what you meant to do with all the future letters, how you would give them to your soulmate the day before your wedding, just to show the full commitment.” He starts chuckling to himself, “And I vowed that I wouldn’t tell you I had already read them. That’s when I decided that even though you weren’t ready yet, at some day you would be. And then you would come and find me.”
“and how exactly was I supposed to do that?” you mutter venomously. “With that carefully hand written note?”
You watch his eyes pop at your tone, surprise written all over his face. “Or maybe with that clue you left? Yeah? Don’t come in here with your bullshit disguised as a rainbow. You fucking left me. I don’t care what excuse you come up with, it wont change the fact that you rejected me. Not the other way around.” You sneer, standing and squaring your shoulders. “I don’t need you, so don’t waltz in here with that stupid grin and your stupid fluffy hair and expect me to just roll on over. Do you know what its like? Rushing from heaven to hell in a matter of minutes? One minute I was a girl about to meet her soulmate and the next im the girl that they didn’t want. Again. Maye your soulmate is supposed to be your greatest love, but you don’t get to choose them. I can choose who to love. And I can tell you right now, its not going to be you.” Your voice is hoarse and you can feel your vocal chords constricting as you try to push out the last few words. “It will never be you. It never should have been you. The universe made a mistake this time. A big fucking mistake. We were ruined before we ever began.”
“Many great things are built on ruins.” He says, voice barely audible as he holds your gaze. He reaches for you, hands grazing the length of your forearms. “What makes you think that we couldn’t be too?”
You pull away from him, ripping open the doors of your wardrobe and pulling out the box. “I don’t need a We. Look at this box, its everything I have to do with soulmates, everything I have to do with you. Now look at the room. I am so much more. I may be the girl you left behind, but I don’t use your existence, a soulmates existence, to define me anymore.”
He drags the box towards him, rummaging through the box until he pulls out his own CD. “Did you ever wonder why it was signed?” he asks impatiently, flipping the covers open.
“I just assumed-“
He rolls his eyes and pulls the program out confidently. “do you remember buying it? Walking to the store, picking it up, paying, walking home?” you shake your head at him, wondering where exactly he was going with this. “That’s because I did. When I was you, the same way that you sang when you were me.”
“I read the letters, and decided id leave you a clue with no strings attached. Walked to that little store down the street, that one with the guy. Luke.” You cringe at the sound of his name coming from Shawn. “I went there today even, met bella, who by the way you should definitely call. Shes worried. Came here.” He pushes the program towards you. “Open it, first page.”
‘Ive dreamed about meeting you, you’re the sun to my moon and id give anything to meet you right now. But your not ready yet. When we finally meet the sky is going to burst into flames so bright that the moon wont need the suns reflection. They wont have anything on us, and I cant wait. Find me when your ready. Shawn mendes.’
“You’ve read the book,” you mutter dumbfounded as you dive into the box to pull it out and wave it in front of him. “How the moon sacrificed its light for the sun, the love story of the sky.”
He nods at you, eyes sparking in amusement at your excited reaction. “All the time as a kid, it was always my favourite.”
“Maybe I will choose you afterall.” With that, he looks at you like the moon looks at the sun. As if for the first time in his life he is warm, and under his loving gaze you find yourself unfolding like a love note finally being opened by its intended reader.
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Winter Festival
Here’s the next chapter of my winter series with Kenart. I know it started as Christmas but it’s cold and we all need a little something to keep us warm! Why not some Destiel, right? Here’s their first date. Enjoy (:
Castiel gets the idea from a show on Netflix. According to the two girls talking over alcoholic beverages, it’s not a relationship until you go on a date; until then, it’s just fuck buddies. Castiel isn’t entirely sure what a fuck buddy is but he knows he’s sick of just being Dean’s buddy so he knows he doesn’t want it.
Dean is half-asleep, leaning against the counter with his green eyes fixed on the steady drip of the coffee machine. He jumps a foot when Castiel slides up beside him, talking in an all too wide awake and cheery tone. “There’s a winter festival in the next town over!”
“Jesus.” Dean runs a hand down his face, trying to paste a smile on for his angel. It feels sticky and fake. “You can’t sneak up on me like that.”
“I wasn’t aware I was. Now that I’m a human I feel like I’m very loud, if we’re being quite honest.” Castiel pauses to catch his breath, then barrels on before Dean can respond. “There’s a winter festival and I think we should go. It will be our first date. And then we won’t be fuck buddies anymore. We will be boyfriends. That’s how it works. So we are going, tonight. I looked it up on the internet and everyone in the pictures from last year are smiling so I think we will smile too.”
Dean shakes his head, trying to get all of the information to fit in at once. “Wait, are you asking me out on a date?”
Castiel’s blue eyes adjust from wide and excited to a squint. “No, Dean. I am not asking you anything. We are going to the winter festival in the next town over because I don’t want to be fuck buddies I want to be in a relationship.” He huffs like it’s the most ridiculous thing that he has to repeat himself. “We should leave after lunch, so we have plenty of daylight to enjoy the activities and food that the website claims are legendary. I will see you then. I need to nap.”
Dean sags against the counter, exhausted from an interaction that demanded so little, yet so much, from him. The coffee pot hisses to indicate it’s full. He grabs the largest mug he can find in the cabinet and fills it to the brim. Everything starts processing, almost as if the fumes of the coffee are enough to help wake his brain. A smile spreads across his face, this time with absolutely no effort.
Boyfriends. Yeah. He likes the sound of that.
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The drive is short. Dean is incredibly thankful for that. Castiel spends the entire seventeen minutes talking, barely stopping for air. It takes all the love inside of him not to drown him out with music.
When they finally pull into the parking lot of the festival, Castiel practically barrel rolls out of the impala. Dean barely has time to put the car in park before he’s being yanked out of his seat by a very impatient man-child.
“Come on, Dean. Come on!” He drags Dean across the snow-covered lot, leading them to the entrance covered with balloons and streamers. If this was anyone else Dean would scoff and demand they leave; he doesn’t do cheesy shit like this. But one look at Castiel’s bright blue eyes and he knew he would be staying without a fight. Even if the admission fee is a ridiculous twenty-five dollars per person.
The first thing they see is a horse-drawn sleigh. The driver waves at them, smiling wide. “Oh jeez.” Dean mutters, right as Castiel makes a weird squeaking sound.
“Dean, can we? Oh, please!”
“Fine. Fine. Yeah.” Dean helps Castiel climb into the back of the sleigh. There’s a giant plaid blanket waiting for them on the bench seat. Dean wraps it around them both, pulling Castiel in tight. The carriage begins to move, taking them around to see the rest of the festival.
Castiel makes a sound at almost every new activity. In a matter of minutes, Dean makes at least ten different promises to do something he couldn’t care less about. He doesn’t mind. Not when he has Castiel in his arms, bright pink nose scrunched in excitement.
“You fellas want one more ride around?” The driver asks as they reach the front again. Dean prepares himself for more torture, but is surprised when Castiel hops up.
“No thank you. We have a lot to do!”
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And a lot to do they did. They built snowmen, Castiel’s taking a surprising third in the contest. They drank two cups of hot chocolate each, Dean kissing away Castiel’s whipped cream mustache. They went inside the pavilion to get warm, spending way too much money at the Christmas craft show inside. When the outside world started to dim, Castiel began to pout.
“I guess we’ll have to go.”
“Not so fast.” Dean smiled, tapping the cold tip of Castiel’s nose. “There’s still one more thing.”
He took Castiel’s hand, covered in one of the new mittens he just bought, and led him to the back of the pavilion. Castiel paused when they arrived, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Oh, Dean.”
“I tried keeping it from you. I noticed it on the sleigh ride, when you were looking the other way. It wasn’t fully set up yet, since it was light out.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
Castiel looked up at the man he’s loved for years. “Dean Winchester, I’ve never seen something as beautiful as your soul.” He looks back at the sight in front of them. “But this is close.”
They walk hand in hand through the tunnel of lights. It leads to the woods, a path of a million specks of color. It’s like the whole world had suddenly changed, right before their eyes.
#destiel#DestielChristmas2016#winter#human castiel#kenart#part of a series but can stand alone#accepting prompts#fluff#first date#winter festival
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L.I.S B.T.S thoughts under the cut
in summary though: not a fan. The vibe of the game is off, the writing is cringey (and not in the charming way the original is, in the IM AN EDGY ANGSTY TEEN way where LIFE IS SO HARD, I dont like chloe, I dont like rachel, and cant forget the blatant “everyone is crap and takes their own issues out on everyone else” problem thats expanded to ALL characters instead of just Chloe
sighs
CAN WRITERS AND FANDOM FUCKING LEARN THAT JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO A CHARACTER, IT DOESNT EXCUSE FUTURE OR PAST ACTIONS WHICH HURT OR ENDANGER OTHERS
AND YEAH SHIT CAN HAPPEN TO CHARACTERS AND YOU FEL BAD FOR THEM, BUT BEING BULLIED OR AFRAID DOESN’T MAKE KILLING OKAY, ESPECIALLY IF ITS OUT OF REVENGE
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DID THE WRITERS BUY INTO THE ‘POOR BULLIED NATHAN’ THING
IM PISSED
NATHAN WAS A VICTIM AND I FEEL BAD FOR HIM BUT HE STILL DID SOME PRETTY FUCKED UP THINGS ON HIS /OWN/
LIKE THREATENING MAX
AND CHLOE
AND OH YEAH HELPING VICTORIA RUIN KATE AND POSSIBLY GETTING /HER/ KILLED
AND IF YOU FAIL TO SAVE KATE HE REALLY DOESNT SEEM AFFECTED BY IT SO YEAH
HE EXPRESSES REGRET FOR RACHEL LATER AND IS GENUINELY WORRIED FOR MAX BY THE END, BUT AT THE TIME THESE EVENTS ARE HAPPENING HE STILL DOES SOME PRETTY AWFUL FUCKED UP THINGS NOT UNDER JEFFERSON
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why do I feel hetero-hate coming from this game?
Cause look okay I know this is cliche to say but really. Warren was portrayed as some pathetic puppy and the writers give you like 10 chances to hook up with Chloe but theres only 1 right way to play things if you want Max/Warren
Now in BtS HOW many girls hit on Chloe and Rachel JUST in chapter 1 (to the point where its hitting Mary Sue levels. No everyone is attracted to the bad girl aesthetic ok?) In addition to Chloe blowing off her bf of 2 months because she got roped in with Rachel…
And like. Okay. Chloe is gay, POSSIBLY bi? So far we know she was attracted to/dated guys up until the events of BtS and shes kinda figuring out her sexuality. Max has the option of both Chloe and Warren, and assuming outside of game mechanics being able to flirt with Chloe while crushing on Warren means she’s bi and just never considered girls until Chloe came back into her life…
BUT the overall feel is that guys = bad, girls = good. The guys are either sexist, overbearing, or downright scumbags (not mention certain homicidal fucked up ones). And all the girl pairings consist of the sweet/shy girl crushing on the badass punk (Chloe or Rachel)
Not to mention the fact that theP.ricefield shippers overlook and even DEFEND how abusive and manipulative Chloe is to Max IN CANON and their very first defense is “gay ships need more representation stop hating”. Tbh I wouldnt be very happy if the first REALLY good representation of an ace character was of them also being emotionally abusive to their partner
idk. this fandom and now the pattern in the games of man-hating/portraying specifically lesbian relationships as picture perfect to Mary-Sue levels of writing? Honestly, it pisses me off
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lol yeah
the entire vibe of this game is “straight relationships suck”
because you know
just having a good girl-girl romance wont actually send a positive message ]]
#ooc
#im
#YES OK WE GET IT YOU HATE GUYS AND STRAIGHT PEOPLE
#no really#Warren and William are the only two guys in boh games so far#that ARENT complete assholes#i mean like wow#teenage boys can be awful#but fucking REALLY?
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#WOW#and I liked Rachel#until she turned into a bitch and yelled at Chloe#what#youre mad because you saw [spoiler] but instead of just telling Chloe#you attack her and then go all#'yu dont ask a girl out and then not buy her a drink’#glad to see Chloes into the same type as her#girls that verbally abuse you for things wthout telling you what the real problem is#(honestly this says more about the writers views on women than it does on their relationship or the characters…….)
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AND WHEN CHLOE CALLS RACHEL OUT FOR SUDDENLY TREATING HER LIKE CRAP
RACHEL LASHES OUT
“I forgot its always about you. sad chloes fucking sad again!”
And you know what? THIS MIRRORS HOW CHLOE TALKS TO MAX WHEN SHE ANGRY
THIS IS LITERALLY A CYCLE OF ABUSE THAT ONLY END BECAUSE PEOPLE DIE
THIS IS NOT AN OKAY RELATIONSHIP, EITHER OF THEM
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you wanna know the real romance of theis game series?
Kate/Max and Max/Warren. aka ships that stood by each other and would never hurt each other and value each other for their brains and kindness over how “cool” they are ]]
#ooc
#funny how theyre both Max ships
#really tho
#Kate/Max = the ACTUAL true gay ship
#fuck you writers
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“Because I dont want to ruin this the way I ruin everything else in my life”
RIGHT THERE
THERE IS THE POWER DYNAMIC YOU SEE IN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS
RACHEL LASHES OUT AND ATTACKS CHLOE WHEN CHLOE WAS TRYING TO HELP
CHLOE CALLS HER ON IT AND GETS ANGRY
RACHEL WALKS OFF
AND THEN NEXT THING CHLOE SAYS TO GET HER TO STOP IS ESSENTIALLY SAYING THE FIGHT IS HER FAULT
AND RACHEL’S ANSWER? “What is ‘this’ exactly?!”
not adressing the real issue, instead bringing it back to the DAY-OLD RELATIONSHIP between the two making it seem like Chloe’s playing games
like jfc I could understand if theyve been hanging for a WHILE and Rachel thinks Chloe might leave her or keep waiting on her to make the ove
YOUVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR 24 HURS AND YOU WANT TO MAKE IT ABOUT CHLOE NOT MAKING A MOVE ON YOU?
SHE MANIPULATES THE CONVERSATION TO BE ABOUT HER WHILE YELLING THAT THATS WHAT CHLOE DID
FUCK YOU RACHE
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#ok#chloe finding the car#was hard to watch#her reaction there is understandable#ooc
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#this writing#its gone from cringey to#just bad writing#characters knowing things they shouldnt#and contrived convos#lol nope#this is dumb#ooc
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Ravens….Rachel’s scream…..
um
did the writers watch TW and rip off Lydia cause
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Hey Rachel, good job causing an out of control forest fire because youre upset
look your dad cheating sucks but can you not destroy nature cause of it?
#werewolfmind watches#werewolfind plays#im not tagging it with the ship or fandom#not in the mood to deal with the echo chamber of 'homophobia' screams
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