#i really wanted them to do sam and henry well so my bar was high and that little fuckin gnat is buzzing at me again

[spacedlexi]

up until this point i feel like hbo’s tlou has been pretty good at expanding upon pre-existing content from the game, but for me this new episode was kinda mid..

i wouldve liked to see more expansion on sam and henrys story, or maybe even kyle and ish?? (loved that story)(they showed the drawing of them for a half second and they renamed kyle for no reason 💀). but instead we get introduced to this kathleen (?? can barely remember her name) lady who i couldnt get myself to care about. cared more about her 2nd in command guy

sam and henry were my favorite of the original supporting cast and they have to share their time with this lady that puts me to sleep, while frank and bill got nearly an entire heartfelt episode dedicated to them

with the side stories theyre choosing to tell so far i feel like by the time we get to part 2 its gonna be like “we’re doing THIS again??” (and part 2 was already kinda like that for me as in it didnt really do anything new or interesting for me)

like oh my god we’re still going on about revenge and forgiveness and ooooh nobody is perfectly good or bad we are all shades of grey 2 sides of the same coin yadda yadda except now theyre all self aware about it 😭💀

like can we write anything else?? besides trying to make both sides of a violent conflict equal of course because they love doing that (dont think i forgot abt the weird palestine/israel parallel in pt2 i think that was the worst one for me). but kathleen is basically just abby again and unless part 2 is a complete rewrite then im gonna be honk shoo mimimimi ASLEEP

#hbo tlou #tlou hbo #spoilers for the new ep and i guess part 2?? #but yeah ive been mostly enjoying this show up until this point #but theres been like a little gnat every once in a while buzzing annoyingly at my ear #and i go 'ugh shut up fuck off' and swat it away #and im still enjoying it dont get me wrong #i really wanted them to do sam and henry well so my bar was high and that little fuckin gnat is buzzing at me again #indulge my little rant so i can let it out and cool off #i like tlou as a whole but i do feel like at this point these are things that i guess niel?? suffers with as a writer #and whoever else is in the writing room with him #cuz these are problems ive had with the games too #grabs my airhorn AND I STILL LIKE IT!!!!!!! I STILL LIKE THE LAST OF US!!!! YOU CAN HAVE CRITIQUES AND LIKE SOMETHING!!!!!! #sometimes people act like you say anything bad about something and suddenly it means you hate the whole thing and why are you watching it?? #you are so BORING #but ive been very nice to this show so far so let me have this #it speaks #also just a little thing they made henry less 'savvy' i guess and more reckless? game henry was tense and no nonsense but also chill #like they had him trip up a few times and i was like psh game henry would only do that on accident #just really dont like how they handled sam and henry like whyd they do that....liked it better when he was also an outsider to the city #and i have mixed feelings about....sams whole thing... #SIGH BIG SIGH OH WELL at least i still have game sam and henry to look forward to i will be getting back to that stream #its been almost a decade and game sam and henry manage to rip my heart out EVERY single time like i said the bar was so high #so im not holding the S+H stuff against them as much as i am the fuckin revenge/forgiveness shit #im so tired of it #if this story was supposed to be some kind of precursor to pt 2 then like i think theyre starting to overdo it

[maydoesthings]

Since the The Last of Us HBO show is over for some time now,

I wanted to give a quick rundown of things I liked and didn’t liked. As well, talking about references to the games (so spoiler for tlou 1 & 2) and also what I’d like to see in the next seasons…

first the things I enjoyed:

First Episode

The first episode was a masterpiece. I watched it three times, I cried three times and it set my hopes for the show really high. I think it’s my favorite episode of the series.

it was a lot more personal because you spend the whole day with Sarah, when everything was normal just to watch it burn

Broke me all over again

The original dialogues from the game and the scenery made it so perfect

Special mentions for the car ride since it was shot to shot the exact same

Sooo many little details (Sarah’s Band T-Shirt, Joel’s guitar in the background,..)

The beginning was a bit boring I must admit, but overall it was perfect

The explaining about the real life fungi in the very beginning was also important and very good made

Bella and Pedro matched the first of cold impression towards each other perfect

Joel & Ellie

They had everything. The most important scenes for character building, the dialogue. I really liked how they acted that out.

The Car scene, the first meeting, the talk about Sarah, the scene at David’s, the giraffe scene and the end sequence- everything was included. and even more

It was so important for me to see how these two will interact with each other and it was just like I wanted it

Their relationship makes TLoU so special

Henry & Sam

I really enjoyed Henry & Sam in the game so I also had high hopes for them. The serie didn’t do it as I expected but it was still good.

Henry cares so much for Sam and HBO showed that even more

They made huge changes for Sam like his age and the fact that he’s deaf -> yes, it makes the show more dramatic and their trust with each other is even more important so that was a good thing

But, I wanted to see two teenagers that have an understanding and are trying to survive together. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the relationship between Ellie and Sam in the show and it made it even more emotional for me it was just very unexpected and a bit more complicated because of the age difference

I cried when they died because,

The fact that he told Ellie because he’s just a little child (here the age difference again makes it more emotional since he’s just 8 :( ) and she even tried to help him and

Because it made Henry even more helpless because a teenager kind of knows what he’s doing but a deaf little child can only rely on him and he failed

It was also bad because Ellie wrote ‘Im sorry’ on his board cause she knew and also failed to protect him

speaking of, even though it was dumb to not tell Joel and Henry, it was such an Ellie like thing to do. She saw how Riley died because of the infection, and Tess… She wants to be the cure and she hoped so desperately that she could help Sam with her blood because she doesn’t want another one to die

really shattered my heart but they did a good job on that

Jackson

Jackson was truly something. So much foreshadowing for TLoU part II… I’m a big jackson fan anyway and to see the town like this really brought me joy.

not only the reunion with Tommy that was so beautiful, but also to see how the residents could live peacefully

THE EASTER EGGS BABYYY

-> I think everyone saw atleast one “I’ve got my eye on you” edit about Ellie and this girl watching her, right? So it isn’t really confirmed but everyone assumes it’s Dina! Ellie’s girlfriend in Part II.

-> Shimmer. You know, the horse. It was only a baby there, but we know that in the second part, Ellie and Dina have a horse named Shimmer on their way to Seattle

-> The tipsy bison. Joel and Tommy were talking in there. It’s a bar in part II and I think Sev (yk, the dude who makes ‘bigot sandwiches’) owns it

I really love all those little details

David & his people

We all know David, yk the pedo? Even though I don’t like him, I really like his part of the game. HBO made his character even more disgusting and better.

Even though the chase wasn’t as frequent as in the game, and I really missed the teamwork with David where Ellie has no idea what’s coming… It was still one of the best episodes

Idk if it sounds weird, but I like how they made David even more evil and all. It shows what a true monster he is and all

What really freaks me out though, is that he used to be a teacher to students in Ellies age. And also, STOP WITH THE IM YOUR DADDY SHIT

But one thing about his people, yeah? This woman with short hair which name wasn’t revealed? Don’t tell me that isn’t Mel form TLoU part II <- Owens pregnant girlfriend. She looked so much like her. It doesn’t even make that much sense considering she was a firefly in the original but HBO did already a few changes so why not more?

Ashley & Troy

I’m so happy that the original Ellie and Joel could make an appearance in the show. It’s just the right way to honor them.

Ashley Johnson (Ellie in the games) was featured as Ellie’s mother, which is honestly just fitting, because she likes gives the role away to her child yk?

Troy Baker (Joel in the games) as James from David’s people. He looked very fitting for it and also did a good job

It’s nice to have the original featured, even if they can’t play their actual roles

I think it’s a nice way to honor them

Now to things I didn’t like:

Tess’ Death

I just think it’s not the right way for her to go. Even though the fungus made a connection throughout the kiss, it’s not really respectful for her character I think.

Tess was a really strong character who never showed fear and would do a lot of things for her survival. I loved her until the very end. I had the feeling we didn’t see that much of it in the show

Even though the understanding between Tess and Joel was more clearly

How they portrayed Tess in her last minutes was very weak and painful to watch. In the game, she stood until the very end while in the show, she’s shaking and not functioning properly and overall a lot weaker than the original.

I think it was disrespectful to let her go like this, I mean especially the kiss. She’s fighting against the virus all the time only to give up?

Idk if I’m the only one who thinks it should’ve been like the show but let me know what you think of this. I can’t really explain why I don’t like this…

Bill

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not mad because they gave Bill a happy ending with Frank but because I wanted to see more action from Bill.

Bills Town was one of my favorite parts of the game. Not only the location, also Bill himself and the shotgun he gave us. I was really excited for this in the show and was really disappointed when I didn’t get to see that. I also missed the bickering between Ellie and Bill and I missed how Bill was killing infected with his machete

We already kind of knew about Bill and Frank because of the ‘nice’ letter Frank left Bill but it was really something to see their story. Although, I would’ve liked if it was like in the game. Yes, Bill does deserves a happy ending but it triggered me that he died before Ellie could meet him.

The world of TLoU is a cruel one and such things like love aren’t very common for it. So I actually would’ve preferred if Frank really would’ve died because it just sets a better example for the setting. It also just fits better for Bills character. It’s not very like him to just be all lovely with another person because we all know he’s an asshole. (we still love him)

Episode 3 was just an filler and it really disappointed me because if you wanna add backstory to it, do it. But I also wanna see some action and especially Bill action.

Sadly, it was really disappointing to see

(and with this, I’m not saying I want certain characters to kill themselves or that they don’t deserve an happy ending with each other, I just preferred the original < and that’s not because of Bill and Franks relationship… Frank could’ve tagged along but the death triggered me)

Catherine (was this her name?)

I hate this woman. I hate her so much she didn’t deserve to be there. She was so unnecessary and did also foreshadowing for a certain character in part II. Why would you make her the leader??

First thing, it’s just a little game reference so it isn’t that bad but still a :| moment. Pittsburgh was a men only town. And then she gets to be leader. If you want a female leader, choose anyone BUT her. Worst leader fr

Her backstory. They tried that we sympathize with her because her brother died. Yes, a lost family member is really serious. But, they tried to explain her actions with it so we understand why she wants Henry and Sam. Does this remind you of something? Exactly, Abby.

If you like her, that’s to you I can understand. But the exact same reasoning why she killed Joel? They tried to say with Abby and Catherine that: “Oh, I lost someone very important to me and I’m gonna get revenge on the one who killed my important person. And oh, I’m crying so please try to reason with me why I’m doing horrible things that could harm others. “

(I’m honest, I don’t like Abby but this is more towards Catherine because even though it’s pretty much the same, Abby wasn’t as annoying as Catherine)

They have to learn that we won’t start liking a character just because you put them in the good light. Catherine was harming her and as well others just because of revenge. And even though it’s double moral because Abby and Ellie did this, they still trying to make it seem okay 😐

And when the infected came, she still tried to kill them instead of working together. Woman’s trying to win our hearts by showing her childhood room

She was just annoying >:(

So that’s all I have to say. Do you agree or disagree? Very hopeful for the next season 🤞

#joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel & ellie #personal opinion #joel #ellie #joel tlou #ellie tlou #tlou series #tlou

[tommytranselo]

for the ask game uhm uhm all the even numbers >:3

god why are you like this

2. Who are your favorite characters and why? oh, god, so many.  in no particular order: vito–look, he’s gay, he’s sad, he’s afraid of becoming his father, he’s got All That going on with regards to maturity and masculinity and success (he’s trans your honor), i have no choice but to love him.  nicki for similar reasons–the devs really loved gays with daddy issues huh.  paulie since he’s so desperate for people to care about his ideas and feels like he’s never taken seriously (and he’s funny).  henry bc...i don’t know, honestly, he just did something to my brain.  lincoln bc he’s a) in general incredibly well written and b) strikes a good balance between being caring and ruthless when the time comes for it.  tommy bc he was a fun protagonist to play and gave me gender euphoria lmao, and he’s a good friend.  alma bc she’s cool as hell :)

4. Which character is scarily close to how you act? paulie, probably–i am also constantly rambling about ideas that might seem a bit of a stretch.  henry in the sense of going into things with no backup plan and without fully thinking them through.

6. What were your favorite songs from each Mafia game? i don’t know the names of a lot of songs in mafia DE, but “st. james infirmary” by cab calloway and “sing you sinners” by the high hatters for sure–and honestly, the main theme holds a special place in my heart.  from mafia 2, definitely “900 miles” by billy merman (god i’m so mad it’s not on spotify!), “got my mojo working” by muddy waters (one of my favorite songs of all time), and every little richard song on the soundtrack.  mafia 3 is nearly impossible to pick bc i’m a huge fan of 1960s music (and i knew probably at least half the songs already), but it did introduce me to “palisades park” by freddy cannon, which always has me sitting in my car waiting for the rest of it to finish.  “lil red riding hood” by sam sham and the pharoahs, “we gotta get out of the place” by the animals, and (basic though it is) “somebody to love” by jefferson airplane are among my other favorites.

8. Which character shares your sense of fashion? joe barbaro for sure, and thomas burke by extension (i am partial to blue jeans and boots).  tommy angelo but especially the cabbie outfit.

10. If you could give a hug to any character(s), who would they be? henry for sure i know the poor man needs it.  probably vito too.  and nicki <3 my best friend nicki burke from the computer screen

12. Which character(s) do you think you would get along with? paulie for sure, infodumping solidarity.  definitely nicki, almost certainly tommy as well (i feel like he’d be easy to get along with in general).  probably vito too–i vibe strongly with his character and he seems like a chill dude to hang out with.

14. If you could meet any character and just ask them anything you’ve always wanted to know, who would that character be? Along with the question(s) you would ask. hm...honestly–why’d you do it, sam?  was it really worth betraying your friends?  what did you think was gonna happen?

16. What was the funniest glitch you came across while playing/watching someone play Mafia? the progress bar broke the first time i did the burke recruitment mission so i ended up driving way worse than i needed to, and i tried to drive off a ledge thinking that’d get us somewhere...it was the side of a bridge and we fell in the river and died.  also anything that launches the cars cracks me tf up without fail.

18. You only get to slap one character from the whole Mafia trilogy. Who would that character be? (Only one! So choose wisely.) REMY DUVALL no explanation needed

20. Which characters would you like to see swap personalities or even roles? honestly i think this was your idea originally but mafia 2 role swap au with older, grizzled vito and joe as the mentors to young henry and luca.  also this doesn’t really count but that au where henry and luca work for the moretti family.

22. What character gets a lot of hate but you secretly like? Or not so secretly like and why? luca gurino.  he was a solid villain and the way he saw through vito’s naivety was interesting!  i wish they’d done more with him.

24. A scene that you can’t help but laugh at every single time. the cutscene where you escape leo’s house.  henry’s “fuckin’ shit!” and little bounce will never not be funny

26. A head-canon that you haven’t shared yet. i don’t think i’ve said this but vito definitely has tinnitus/hearing damage from the war.  no i am not projecting what are you talking about

28. Some things you dislike about Mafia and why? i haven’t played the original first game and afaik this wasn’t as much of an issue there, but everything else has felt kind of incomplete?  fuckall to do in mde free ride, short story with a lot of plot holes and no free ride at all in m2, grindy side missions and awkward camerawork with certain cutscenes in m3 (though honestly i think 3 had the most to do on the map).  the racism in mafia 2 is an issue as well (and not just in terms of how the characters act, but how the narrative itself treats it as a joke).  and a lot of the fanbase outside of tumblr–oh, lord, do not look at the comments on any mafia 3 trailer...

30. What is one thing you’d like to say to the Mafia fandom before the year comes to a close? idk why the fandom suddenly blew up this past week or so but it’s been extremely fun, y’all are so cool, and i’m so glad we’re all fixated on these old games together <3

#ask game #mafia definitive edition #mafia 2 #mafia 3

[ihassheepquake]

Stargirl 1.10 “Brainwave Jr.” is out now on DCU and I’m here to talk about it.

If you’ll remember from last week, we ended on the cliffhanger of Barbara walking in on Pat, Courtney, & the Staff, and now she’s going to have to learn the whole thing. From Promo it looks like a lot of drama is surrounding that, which is awesome. We can also see Courtney & Henry together in the thumbnail for today, which is probably going to be them having a bit of a spat with the rest of the JSA. I personally love drama episodes, and we know a lot more is happening than just drama, so I’m really excited to see what they have in store for us tonight.

The opening crawl is set to Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, which makes this the second time the song has shown up in the DCU shows (now here, and Hank & Dawn sang it back in Titans season 2). I wonder if someone in charge has a thing for the song or what. But following that up, we get to see Pat & Barbara meet! How cute!! We got the story back in episode 1 but now we get to actually see it. They both get a banana split but there’s only banana so they share it, that’s so fucking cute. The one het coupe I support. And then move into them telling Barbara and Courtney is out here like “oh that’s a broom” like seriously? Really Court? I love how Barbara is taking no shit during this conversation. Barbara “get outta here with that Starman is your dad bullshit” Whitmore, iconic. OH SHIT AND BARBARA FUCKING KICKS PAT OUT OMG! I am living for this omfg.

And now we cut to the King’s and it seems Henry Sr has lost 10ish years of his memory, wild. I’m interested to see what this will do to Henry Sr in the future, and if his forgetting all the current ISA shit will have anything to do with Henry Jr’s character. Also, is it just me, or does it sound like Icicle killed his wife. How many loved ones of allies has Jordan killed? About two scenes later, Henry Sr mentions Jordan by name in his dreams, which really feels like conformation that Jordan did it to me. Then Jordan fucking shows up at the hospital like a bitch! What the hell man, just go die already. And now we see that there’s well over 3,300 of those VHS tapes Henry Sr was making, how obnoxious was that to move? “Merri the girl of 1,000 gimmicks,” was Henry’s mom a superhero??? MERRI’S BROTHER WAS STARMAN!?!? EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?! Hold on, I need a minute. Well, I’d say this is Henry’s motivation to try and work with the JSA.

This little scene with Pat & Mike is really sad. Mike is such a good kid, I love him. 

The Staff comes to see Courtney in her room, how cute. And then fucking dips off to the Garage by itself, and is clearly holding a grudge against Jordan, that’s awesome. The Staff is such a fun character. And then it comes to the hospital to fight Jordan & Henry Sr by itself! ICONIC!! Oop, now it’s frozen. Fuck. Anyway, the more Jordan talks, the more he sounds like a crazy Colonizer. And is Henry Jr only cowering from Jordan, or is he also cowering from his dad? 

The drama with the Whitmore family continues, Barb wants to move them both out of Blue Valley. And here comes Henry to fill in Courtney on the drama, and showcasing a new ability in the process. And thus kick-starting Henry’s involvement in the JSA and the team’s first real mission, only 10 episodes in! 

OMFG shit must be serious, Barbara emailed Sam (who comic fans know is a real piece of shit). And then later, when Jordan and his parents show up, and Barbara records what they say in Norwegian? Amazing. It seems she’s at least going to give Pat & Court the benefit of the doubt after seemingly doing some research on Starman. And further on, Sam has actually emailed her back! Are we gonna meet Sam Kurtis??

I don’t wanna talk to much about this lunch scene because there’s a lot of opinions. Yo & Rick are totally valid in their thoughts and feelings, but also, like, there’s bigger shit to worry about kids.

But which tunnel entrance do we think the kids used? At the school? Do they just keep their uniforms in their lockers?? And it’s Grundy! Soloman Grundy!! OMFG!!! Rick, sweetie, maybe don’t go yelling at the fucking zombie in the secret tunnels under the town? Dragon King is here doing some real weird looking shit to Brainwave. And the Starsquad + Henry Jr is gonna fight all these creepy zombie slaves of DK’s, and once again proving how Court & Yolanda are the most prepared for a fight, they’re th eonly ones we know have some kind of martial arts training. RICK WHY ARE LETTING OUT SOLOMAN GRUNDY?!?! Fucking idiot boy. But man do I love watching Courtney & Yolanda kick ass. Especially followed by the older villains once again proving how big a deal experience is. Oh fuck DK’s face is disgusting. It’s real gross. I do appreciate Henry Jr fighting back against Henry Sr. He, at least, is not cool with the whole supervillain killer thing, which is good. I am once again talking about how cool the CG is for Court’s staff. And Henry Jr is straight up going to sacrifice himself for the Starsquad??? Maybe we don’t hate him. If they can handle his redemption properly, I may be able to support it in the future. As long as this isn’t all of the redemption arc. 

WAIT HENRY SR KILLED HIS WIFE?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?!?! And now he’s threatening to kill his own son, real supervillain material. I’m glad Henry Jr is making the right choice though. And to see all of the Starsquad fighting so hard to help him, and Henry really apologizing for what he did to Yolanda. I’m glad it wasn’t a last minute “i love you” because that would be so unearned.

HI DCU STOP KILLING FUCKING KIDS!! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO SAY THAT!!! AND THAT’S HOW IT ENDS!?!?!? FUCK THAT!!! Okay, but I’m still super in the Joey Lives camp, and we know that Henry Jr is at least decently important in comics, so maybe we’ll get them both back? Idk. I’m a little undecided on whether I want Henry to have survived because this really doesn’t feel like the end of his arc, but more the start. So I want to see that really get addressed. But at the same time, I want death to have consequences (unless it’s one of my loves, obviously, I’m fine with being a hypocrite for that). 

I have so many thoughts, I’m really not sure where exactly to begin (beyond what I’ve already been saying), but that’s all things we can address later. That’s it for this weeks episode, for now, which means that I’ll see you next Sunday for Stargirl 1.11 “Shining Knight” it’s a fucking Shining Knight episode guys, that’s awesome! Honestly this show just ups the bar every episode, it’s probably the best DC show around currently period. It’s amazing.

#stargirl cw #dcu stargirl #stargirl (dctv) #stargirl spoilers #courtney whitmore #rick tyler #beth chapel #yolanda montez #henry king jr #joey zarick #stargirl #hourmna #dr midnite #wildcaught #brainwave jr #henry king sr #jordan mahkent #pat dugan #s.t.r.i.p.e. #icicle #brainwave #dragon king #sheep talks superheroes #sheep watches superheroes

[ejzah]

Can you do a fanfic where the team has to go undercover at a nightclub and Deeks has to take the role of a singer. The rest of the team thinks it’s going to be hilarious and poked fun, but are shocked when they discover that Deeks is actually an incredible singer.

A/N: Takes place sometime after Kensi finds out about Deeks’”Touching Wood” days.

Thanks to @glenncoco4 for the song suggestions!

***

“Miss Blye, you will be a waitress, Mr. Callen, the club has a sudden opening for a bartender, and Sam you will be a patron,” Hetty announced, as she glanced at each team member. They were going undercover at the “Twisted Heart” nightclub, hoping to find information on a potential human trafficking ring.

Hetty smirked, turning to face Deeks, who had his hip cocked out as he leaned against the center table in OPS. He frowned at her, obviously not liking where this was headed. Kensi grinned, knocked his shoulder, and muttered,

“I bet there’s a janitors uniform somewhere with your name on it.” Deeks glared at her, but didn’t say anything.

“Actually, Mr. Deeks, you will be filling in for the “Twisted Heart’s” normal singer. He came down with an unfortunate case of laryngitis,” Hetty informed him, still smirking as Deeks eyes widened.

“Whoa, hold on, Hetty,” he said nervously. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not. I have it on good authority that you were in a band as a teenager.” Deeks shot another glare in Kensi’s direction, but she raised her hands innocently. She certainly hadn’t told anyone about their discussion, despite her threats. “I believe it was called “Tou-“ Deeks made a distressed sound and tried to cover it with a strained laugh.

“Heh, we uh, we don’t really need to talk about that. I’m sure no one’s interested in hearing about what I got up to as a teenager.”

“Actually, I’m intrigued,” Callen said, crossing his arms as he clearly saw a chance to mess with Deeks. “What exactly did teenage Deeks sound like?”

“I bet you sang Pearl Jam covers,” Sam teased.

“Hilarious,” Deeks said. “I’ll have you know we were the best group of fifteen year old singers around.”

“I’m sure,” Hetty said diplomatically. “Now, I have your clothes down in wardrobe and then you come see me about a guitar.” With that, she started to leave the room.

“Hetty, can we just talk about this for a-ope, nope, she’s gone,” he said, running a hand through his hair as he pulled in a deep breath. “No, that’s fine. Totally fine.”

“I cannot wait for this,” Sam said gleefully. He mockingly patted Deeks on the back.

“Good luck, man. You’re going to need it,” Callen offered as they grabbed their case files and left. Tossing his head back, Deeks settled his hands on his hips and drew in another long breath.

“This is a terrible idea,” he told Kensi.

***

“I still say you should have let me help you warm up,” Kensi said a few hours later. She had just finished changing into her waitress uniform, which consisted of black pants and a black shirt made of out some kind of silky material and low heeled shoes.

Deeks was in the adjoining changing room, putting on whatever outfit Hetty had laid out for him. He kept muttering to himself, the sound of Hetty’s name the most prominent.

“You’re just saying that because you want to hear me sing,” Deeks responded shrewdly.

“Hey, in a couple hours, we’re all going to hear you.” Deeks didn’t answer and she sighed. “You’ve been in there forever. Come on out.”

After another minute, he pulled aside the curtain and walked out, looking annoyed.

He wore a dark blue button down and dress pants. It was simple, but he looked fantastic and Kensi realized belatedly that she was staring at him. Why the hell had Hetty given him a shirt that matched his eyes?

“What’s wrong? Is my collar messed up or something?” Deeks asked, turning to the mirror. He glared at his reflection.

“You look fine,” Kensi told him dismissively. When he continued to fiddle with his shirt, she sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders. She grasped the edges of his collar, straightening them, so it hugged his neck. Her fingers brushed his skin and she abruptly let go. “Well, you should go see Hetty.”

Deeks raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t otherwise comment on her strange behavior as he walked off to find Hetty.

***

“Look at him up there,” Sam commented from his table, which he had strategically chosen to get the best possible view of the room. “I think he’s going to faint.”

Kensi was in the middle of serving a table of two young women, so she didn’t comment, but glared at Sam. Now that Deeks was up on stage and the moment of truth was nearly here, she felt bad for him.

“Or throw up,” Callen offered. Glancing up at the stage, Kensi watched Deeks finish setting up. Despite his reluctance , which lasted right up until the moment he entered the club, Deeks had gotten right down to business.

He seemed at ease checking the. acoustics and making sure his mic was on. True, he did look a little nervous, but nothing Kensi wouldn’t expect from someone who hadn’t ever sung professionally.

A few minutes later, he sat down on the stool a few feet away from the edge of the stage and tapped the top of the mic to make sure it was working.

“Good evening, everybody. My name’s Justin and I’m standing in for Henry tonight,” Deeks said, pausing to flip his hair out of his eyes. Kensi noticed that he spoke with slightly more drawl that usual. Someone from the back of the room shouted,

“Marry me!” and Deeks grinned and said,

“You might want to hold onto that proposal until after you hear me sing. Anyway, this is one of my favorite songs.” With that, he picked up his guitar and started picking out a simple, but recognizable melody. Kensi saw his lips part for a second as he pulled in a shallow breath.

“I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around.”

Kensi’s mouth opened slightly as he sand the first few lines of “Landslide”, and a few people clapped enthusiastically.

“Damn, Deeks can actually sing,” Sam muttered, sounding as stunned as Kensi. His voice was surprisingly strong and smooth, nothing like the horrible sounds he’d made when he first told her about “Touching Wood.”

“Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too”

Kensi listened to him sing the chorus before she remembered that she was supposed to be waiting tables.

Maybe it wasn’t the genre typically heard at the “Twisted Heart”, but Deeks’ audience didn’t seem to mind. He received a loud round of applause when he finished. Seeming more at ease, Deeks grinned and nodded his head in thanks.

He spent a couple minutes chatting with the patrons and then played the intro to “I don’t Want to Miss a Thing”. Any sign of his early nervousness was gone and seemed to be truly enjoying himself.

“Did you know he could sing this well?” Callen asked, when Kensi stopped at the bar to reload her tray.

“I had no idea,” she answered honestly. Kensi might have been annoyed or hurt that Deeks had kept this from her, if she wasn’t so impressed.

Deeks kept the crowd happy with a wide range of songs, from his own version of heavy metal, to achingly sweet love songs.

Several hours later, the club was starting to empty out. Deeks’ hair was clinging to the sides of his head, dampened by sweat and there were circles of moisture darkening the fabric beneath his armpits, but he seemed in high spirits. He leaned down over the mic, locking eyes briefly with Kensi before he moved on. “For my last song, I’d like to dedicate this song to my girl, Fern. I know she’s out there somewhere listening,” he said, with a hint of smirk playing at his lip.

Kensi rolled her eyes; of course he’d find a way to work that stupid name in again. Still, she was curious to hear what song he’d apparently chosen for her.

“What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind?

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.”

A rush of heat warmed Kensi’s cheeks and she made sure not to make eye contact with Sam or Callen. She knew Deeks was jut messing with her but the lyrics combined with his voice were slightly overwhelming.

***

“Well, that was certainly eye-opening,” Callen said later that night as they walked back out of the mission. If was after 1 in the morning, but Hetty had insisted that they complete their reports for the day. “And admittedly, impressive.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you had it in you, but you did good,” Sam agreed.

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” Deeks said dryly.

“What I’m more interested in, is why you didn’t tell us you could actually sing,” Kensi said, crossing her arms and he shrugged.

“It’s been a while since I performed to that big of an audience.”

“Which implies that you perform for smaller audiences,” Callen pointed out.

“Monty likes it when I sing,” Deeks replied with a small grin and Sam snorted, shaking his head.

“Ew, you sing love songs to Monty?” Kensi said, wrinkling her nose.

“No! I sing the them for him, not to him. There’s a big difference.”

“Well, I’m beat. You two can keep arguing if you want.” Sam said and then gestured to Callen. “You want a ride home?”

Kensi waited until they were both out the door before she rounded on Deeks and asked,

“Ok, what was that whole “dedicating this song to my girl, Fern” thing about?”

“Why, did you like it?” he asked, leaning in towards her. Her eyes flicked up to where his shirt opened, the top two buttons now undone, and momentarily lingered on the patch of tanned skin.

“Maybe,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But I think I’d need an encore performance just to be sure.”

“Anytime you want.” As they walked out together, Kensi had a feeling she’d be taking him up on that offer.

***

A/N: Somehow this ended up with much more Densi that I intended. Although, at this point they weren’t together.

Landslide by Stevie Nicks and All of Me by John Legend.

Thanks for the prompt! I hope this is ok, it turned out to be more difficult than I anticipated.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #sam hanna #g callen #pre-densi #deeks singing #no agnst here #ejzah fanfiction

[mc-slowwalker]

MULLET MULLET MULLET YES

philza being 100000 years old is something I can get behind tbh. my least favourite age hc, which I think I actually hate with a burning passion, is the tommy and tubbo were 9 during the first l’manberg wartime actually ignites a visceral rage in me

yeah!! I managed to make it to pink’s bedwars stream the other day and it was great. yeah lol I was lowkey upset too when foolish was added cause I had no idea who he was but he’s super fun so that’s cool! I like high energy stream more too cause I zone out super easily. unless it’s dream, he can stream anything and I’ll try my hardest to pay attention the whole time

ooooh vet that’s cool. oh my god c!dream going into the dentist after months in prison😭😭😭 I’m imagining c!techno as a beefy pig sitting in the kind of small couch/seats we have in the waiting room. Tommy would 100% bite and then get really mad about getting a toy that we give to little kids after their treatment lol

omg the pet wars 😔😔😔 so sad. everyone in the dsmp is emotionally attached to their animals than anything else and what can I say, I’m the same

oh yeah I also tend to take c!dream criticism to heart more idk why. I’m definitely way more defensive of c!dream apologists than any other they get so much unnecessary shit. though from your other anons it looks like c!sam apologists are getting more shit too which sucks but solidarity ig. oh man I get you I have to tell myself to like take a step back and not take everything so personally. another thing on twitter is that people who vehemently hate c!dream will sometimes just refuse to use /dsmp /roleplay tags like it’s not that hard, tweets without that have already been misinterpreted to hate on cc!dream which just pisses me off like you can have your shit opinion just tag it properly. and like when people tell them to include it they’ll be like “ohh the dream apologists harassed me.” and yeah people genuinely go around calling c!dream apologists abuse apologists and it’s terrible. like I don’t care if you have your bad takes and aren’t willing to discuss them, just tag it properly and don’t shit on c!dream apologists it’s not that hard. though it’s funny the other day, the first time I replied to some shut take on twitter, in a lighthearted manner too, I got instantly blocked and there’s this on person on twt, they’re also on tumblr, that blocks anyone that even slightly disagrees with them. oh well ig

also did you see about that lore that foolish did? it was certainly something

sorry for the late and shorter reply I got halfway through writing this then went to do something then just fell asleep and I just got a notification that ponk is live! and I’m awake so Imma go watch them

Jack Mulletfold I’m on my jack manifold mullet truther arc

The 9 year old thing was bad and I also hated the c!dream was 13 during the l’manburg war thing too like no this is all so much funnier if they are the ages that they are now. And like father like son fundy tried to set a timeline up too (his it’s been a year comment) like no dude stop time doesn’t exist unless it’s real world

With watching streams I’m the exact same way but I usually tune into quackity and tommy’s chill streams as well. I think it’s because I know them enough to care about what they’re saying so the lack of mental stimulation is made up for by my want to care

Wait fuck with the dentist thing would c!techno actually have to go to a vet instead because of anatomy stuff or-

C!Dream is probably missing a few teeth and after not brushing so long ugh

I would joke that c!sapnap’s done nothing wrong but I haven’t forgiven him for henry

I simply don’t user twitter I tried to post a shit post but I don’t understand the tagging system so it flopped. Stopped using it there and then. say what you want about me but you guys gotta know that I’m a petty bitch first and foremost. With the “harassment” stuff I’ve had my fair share of sending anons asking people to tag stuff right and half the time they just say why and then don’t do it. You wanna know why? Please thats why. I have a real issue with the abuse apologist stuff because like bro that’s a serious accusation and it’s overall just seems super inappropriate. It usually doesn’t get to me but if I’m in the wrong mood it can really fuck me up. When cc!wilbur said that every character was morally gray and that c!dream apologists were right & wrong about somethings I was kinda like “oh thank god a streamer I like doesn’t hate me for liking c!dream” and was hella embarrassed that I even let it get me that far skdhfk. Oh yeah about people blocking you there are so many people who have me blocked on here and while I totally encourage using your block button liberally and often I still notice and its like aw man… creeper…… so we back in the mines…….

You’re gonna have to be a little more specific I feel lije foolish has done a lot of lore, though I think I’ve missed most of it. Are you talking about truing to break into the prison? Hilarious that every character despite their opinion on c!dream has at one point attempted to break into the prison. If only c!dream knew that the only common enemy the server needed was a building they were supposed to stay out of

dont say sorry that’s illegal (/j) also the thing I like about anon is that you can come back and respond when ever is best for you? Makes me feel like an old western bar tender who is just vibing. That’s the dream social interaction tbh

#anon #ask #long post #ponk tired from the first vaccine #phizer buddies though #also how they promounced ohio is a+ I think we should all pronounce it that way from now on

[vitosscaletta]

personality + relationships for julia & background + relationships for lucia 😌

rips you off and makes banners <3

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment?

chaotic good/neutral. more neutral/lawful later on

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?

Not looking at it in-depth but entj 😳

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?

Writing obviously... Mostly her little newspaper articles though, she’s not creative enough to write fiction :/ Other than that she likes to read, mostly the standard literature of the time (she’s a big fan of Ernest Hemingway.. 😳) or some of her mom’s old stuff and a few other columnists she looks up to :) Also medical books her dad has in their living room. She reads those too. She also picked up sewing at some point in the late 20′s/early30′s but she’s kinda. whatever about it. Mostly did it when she couldn’t afford new clothes and tried to change the silhouette of her old stuff

What are they bad at?

Driving 😔 she’s not... bad... she’ll just yell at anyone for no reason and break speed limit all the time 

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?

No lol but she smokes... sometimes 😒

What are their goals and motivations?

God she’s ambitious as hell and it has mostly to do with her job... she wants to be a famous journalist or something but most of all to be taken seriously? Insert that saying about having to work twice as hard as a man to get half as much respect. Besides that, she also believes whatever she puts out into the world could somehow change things for the better :) It’s a little naive so she’d never tell people but. 

What are their manners like? Any habits?

Her manners are.. good? But she’s chatty and won’t shut up and says whatever is on her mind so

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

She’s friends with almost everyone at Salieri’s (except Frank ig just because I couldn’t see them interacting much.. and Vinny..) and mostly just hangs out with them, she doesn’t really interact with other people anymore. Friend group that consists almost exclusively of italians <3 Her best friends are Olive and Sarah, maybe also Carlo since he always hangs around the bar too while the others are doing idk mafia things and plays cards with them :/ She’s friends with the other guys too though. Including Ralphie to some degree, she feels sorry that everyone makes fun of him... then laughs at whatever mean shit the others say about him and feels bad about it 😔

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Oh you know 🙄 has a stupid little crush on Sam because she likes evil men i guess... idk what to say because there’s. A lot. They hold hands on her dads couch, get together like a year later because hes a freak etc. You know how it ends in canon but in the sexy superior au they get married in 1939/1940 something but nothing changes bc she was living in his crappy little italy apartment anyway :) also no kids god.. 

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Hmmm mostly her parents. Yes her dad is a crooked doctor but she wants to be like that too... He ends up in prison in the canon timeline though :c  Also her late mother... she was an author (not a well-known one lmao) who died in the late 1910s :/  She trusts uhhh.. her dad and her friends I suppose.. her close friends. 

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She dislikes/hates a lot of random people because she’s petty but has no real enemies? Maybe Morello & his gang but just because everyone else does.. She has the exact same opinion on him as Salieri so whenever he talks shit she’s like “haha YEAH! >:(”... then he goes crazy in the end :/

Do they have any pets?

Yes, a cat :) his name is Louie

Are they good with kids? Animals?

With kids... yeah, to some degree? She’s the cool aunt who teaches kids swear words like “oh nuts” and tells them (child-friendly versions of) stories about her mafia friends but she’s not really someone who could take care of a child all day 🙄 Animals... yeah? She’s good with cats but probably nothing else

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like?

She was born in Parlermo in the 1920s but her family moved to america when she was very young so she has no memory of her old home :/ They weren’t very well off in sicily and that didn’t change when they moved, her parents worked shitty jobs with low pay so they didn’t have much & lived in some ugly little apartment in little italy with their three kids... Lucia had to take care of her brothers most of the time because her parents both worked.. and was usually the one who had to beat the other kids’ asses when they got into trouble with any of them 😒 She spent most of the free time she had studying and doing things for school so she could get a proper job and wouldn’t end up like her parents or whatever

What’s their family like?

Her parents like I said are both from Sicily.. her dad is a mechanic and mostly worked in some little garage. The earning wasn’t that bad for the time but he made a few debts to the bank (and other people trying to pay those off) in the 1930s so you know :/ Her mom worked part-time in some random store lol.. they loved her obviously but they were very strict and had a billion expectations while also not really being around enough. They do support her trying to do well in school, mayyyyybe also going to college and all that but still expect her to get married instead of pursuing a career in the end so she can become a proper housewife 😒  She also has two younger brothers, Antonio and Frank.. they’re closer and like i said... Lucia is the cooler older sister who beats up the other kids who mess with them. They don’t have much lore but.. they exist..

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold?

None... idk.... empire bay library where she works in the late 40′s/early 50s :) she initially just works there as a librarian but becomes an archivist in 1950 something.

How do they fit into their “story”?

Just like Mia, she’s Vito & Joe’s friend from childhood.. dumb teenage antics that end after high school and they grow apart while Vito is in the army and Joe does... crime things. She’s just doing her own thing until the like 2 months where Vito isnt in prison.. where she has to drive his ass home after he & Joe robbed that one jewelry store :^) also they all meet up again in 1951, life is good for 3 months

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like?

Some crappy little apartment complex in Westside except her apartment looks nice 😌 it’s nothing fancy but it’s cozy and nice, lots of books lying around (there’s a system to it according to her), some old furniture mixed with new mid-century style ones. She has a little sunburst clock hanging there.

How do they eventually die?

Uhhh probably just of old age... in a swamp..

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Her childhood friend group that I mentioned, consisting of Vito, Joe and Mia :) They all lived in the same crappy neighborhood and went to school together.. Apparently Joe was the neighborhood bully whch is funny as hell to me but also. Lucia got into his “gang” when he picked on her little brother and she threatened to beat his ass.. meanwhile Vito actually had to do that to get into their group lmao. They met Mia like two years later in church and all became friends when Lucia helped her out in school 😳 She’d definitely consider Mia her best friend, they still hung out after their little friend group fell apart :(

She’s also friends with Giuliana and by association Henry (not really she just hears about him from like everyone)

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

godd obviously she wasn’t the one who started shit but she gladly went along with whatever stupid bullshit the others were doing. She’s supposed to be the responsible smart one or something but she’s not... she’s the one who causes more trouble to help the others somehow 😌 Shoplifting antics

She started being responsible after graduating high school when her parents told her to do something with her life so she’s like... “time to stop hanging out with criminals and focus on college...”. she really misses it though :(

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Ahem.... she and Vito.... Childhood friends to lovers 😌 they were just friends in high school & she thought she’d never see him again after he got arrested but she does in 1945. Then he gets arrested again :)) Uhh she probably briefly dated a few people during that time but nothing ever came out of it. They get together in 1951 though but i cant talk about my mafia ships here or I’ll combust. They also probably have kids idk yet.. they look like kids people

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

She trusts..... her friends. and her brothers. Doesn’t really look up to her parents though because that’s exactly what she doesn’t want to be :(

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She doesn’t have any enemies she just hates some random people by association (the irish gang, some random mafia men she doesnt know)

Do they have any pets?

Two cats. Ocs by me owning cats cinematic universe

Are they good with kids? Animals?

Yes, she’s good with both :)

#THANK YOU 💗💗💗 sorry this took ages.. gets distracted from ask meme you sent by talking to you in dms #the gc too actually #c: julia #c: lucia #mafia 1 brain activated #ok also getting a solid feeling on Lucia now.. :) #jennystahl

[geo-winchester]

NEVER HAD (modern AU)

Summary: It’s been a while since Yn saw her best friend, but what happens when she found him on a party?

A\N: Hi! I kind of base on the movie 10 years and specially on the song of never had, I’m actually obsessed with that song! I also use a little of a song of Sam Smith. I hope you like it!

Singer!Poe Dameron x reader

Never had - Oscar Isaac

Leave your lover - Sam Smith

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Yn wasn’t much of a party girl, she prefer to stay home and watch a movie, and in this particular party she wish she was at the confort of her home, but her boyfriend asked her to come with him, he work in one of the best marketing of the city and he had to attend to the promotion of a new album of a singer. Even if she didn’t like it she had to admit that the party wasn’t that bad but she didn’t know anyone in that place, so most part of the time she was standing alone as her boyfriend leave her to talk to someone important. She keep watching at the people around her, most of them look like they having a good time some others looks like they were ready to go. She smile when she saw Henry, her boyfriend, walking to her and she notice that he was being follow by a guy, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking he keep looking at the people around them and he look just as bored as she was, but his eyes spark when he saw her.

-Honey, I want you to meet...

-Poe?- she interrupted him when she realize who was in front of her.

-Yn?- He ask when she nod he immediately hug her.

-Oh my God, it’s been ages!- she said.

-So you know each other?- Henry asked, Yn nod.

-We were in high school together...

-Poe was my best friend- she said with a smile.

-Uh... that’s great- Yn could notice the jealousy in his voice, he want to know more about your years in high school but one of his bosses call him -Excuse me for a moment.

-Take your time-Poe said without looking away from Yn, she couldn’t help but blush, when Henry finally go Poe took her to one of the balconies -So...- he start to said but one guy come to him and congratulate him for one of his songs, when they were finally alone again she was the one to talk first.

-I told you that you would be famous- she said.

-I think you were the only one that thought that- she scoff.

-Of course not, after you sang in the talent show, everyone thought that and then most of the girls suddenly hate me...

-Because you were the lucky girl who can be around me?

-Lucky? I I thought I was cursed- both of them laugh.

-you cursed yourself when you decide it was a good idea to buy those yellow shoes- she laugh harder.

-God, I didn’t remember those shoes, what was I thinking?

-That’s the same question I asked you.

-Well I remember I saw them in the store and I thought they were cute and they were on sale so I bought them....

-I think they have a reason to put them on sale, they were awful- she slap his arm and pretend to be mad but she start to laugh again -God I haven’t laugh like this in a while- he nod and they stay in silence for a moment just looking at each other eyes.

-I missed you- he said with a soft smile.

-I know, I’m an important person in your life- she joke, one of the waiters offer them drinks and both of them took a glass, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her smile.

-So... how you and Henry meet?

-We meet at a bar, me and a few friends went there after a long day in the office and he was there too, when I went for a drink, he came to me and we start to talk and one thing let to another and here we are- she said as she take a sip to her drink.

-Are you happy with him?- she take a moment to answer.

-Well... we’re been dating for a couple of months and his smart, handsome, he support my work...

-But?- she smile, she forgot that he knew her too well.

-But sometimes I feel that I’m pretending to be someone else and I don’t know if I like that- he slowly nod.

-has he heard you sing?- she laugh softly and shook her head.

-I haven’t sing since I was in college, now I only sing in the bathroom- he laugh again.

-There you are- Henry walk to them and put an arm around Yn’s waist -Poe we were thinking that you might wanna sing your most famous song...

-What’s the name of the song?- Yn ask.

-I’m offended, you haven’t heard my songs?- Poe pretend to be mad.

-You know me, I stick to the classics- she said.

-It call Never had- Henry said -You have to hear it, honey, is one of the best songs...

-It’s not that special- Poe said.

-Your kidding?- she said -It sound like it is, you have to sing it,I want to hear it...

-It’s been decide, I’ll go and talk to the band- Henry said excited.

-You really going to make me do it?

-I’m not going to make you do anything but I really want to hear it.

-Ok- he said and she smile.

-Ok.

Henry stand by her side as Poe get ready to be on the stage, he play a few notes on the guitar and she remember all the time she hear him play the guitar and he sing when they stay in his room, she had to admitted she always love how he sing, specially if he sang her favorite song and he play it at least two times per day, there were a time when she thought he had a crush on her and if she had be honest maybe she had it too, she knew Poe was handsome and talent, but he always worry about her, he was there in the worst moment of her life and when she talk to him she knew he really was listenig, not like most of the guys she date. Her attention came back to stage when Poe start to talk and then he start to play the guitar, she was a little surprise when she notice how nervous he was, but when his eyes land on hers he give her a smile and he start to play the guitar. The reaction of the people around her were immediately, all of the people around her start to pay attention to Poe and some of them start to smile others hug their partners, and she knew why, the song was sweet and beautiful and she couldn’t stop smiling, but as Poe keep her eyes on her she could feel the butterflies in her stomach, she try to hide it taking a sip to her drink but she almost choke when he mentions a yellow shoes, she could see the little smile appearing in his face when he saw her reaction, she bit her lip and pay her total attention to Poe and for a moment they weren’t in a party, it feel like they were on Poe’s room and he was singing to her and only her. When the applause of the people around her start she remember where she was, but Poe eyes never left her as he approach to were she was. Suddenly Yn feel like she couldn’t breath and she excuse herself and run to the balcony they were a few minutes ago.

-Yn?- she hadn’t realize that Poe had follow her -Are you ok?- she nod.

-When did you write it?

-Honestly, I think it always been there but I wrote it a few years ago, when I went home for a few days, I start to write it on the hotel room.

-Do you want me to know?- she ask.

-What do you mean?

-The part of the yellow shoes... do you referring to my shoes- she asked almost scared of the answer, he nod without taking her eyes of her, she couldn’t help but smile.

-Yn... I know you’re in a relationship with Henry but I want you to know that...

-Poe...

-No, let me finish... I love you, Yn, I always did, actually I knew it since I saw you in those yellow shoes- she smiled -and after you go away I feel like I don’t have a direction, like if I’m just rolling down the road, just waiting to see you again, and I thought I lost my chance to told you all this but I think destiny had a different plan, so I’m going to tell you what I should told you many years ago- he approach to her and took her hand -Yn, I know I maybe won’t be the richest men of the world but I could be the one who hold your hand every time you need, I want to be there every minute, every hour and every day beside you, I want to wake up with you by my side, just like we did when we were seventeen and we stole my dad’s truck, I want to hear you sing, even if I need to stay outside of the bathroom to hear you- both of them laugh softly- I want to dance with you in the kitchen and see you smile everyday, because that was the best view in my life, please Yn... give me a chance... I know I ask a lot... but please... leave him... leave him for me.

For a moment Yn could say or do something and Poe feel how his heart broken with every second it pass, when he understand that maybe she never felt the same way he look to the floor and try to think to get out of there but suddenly she took his hand making him to look at her eyes again, she smile at him softly and she kiss him, what it start as an softly kiss, it quickly grow in passion as he hug her closer and she put her arms around his neck, they had to break the kiss so they can breath again.

-I have to tell you, I always want to do that- she said with a smile.

-Do you want to get out of her?

-Yes- she said as she bite her lower lip and they get out of the party with giggles, they ignore all the gossips that the people start to make as they pass in front of them.

-Where do you want to go?- he asked her when they were finally outside.

-we can go wherever you want to go, as long as you take me with you- he bring her to him and place a soft kiss on her lips.

-Always.

#poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron imagine

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XX

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad –> Here

Masterlist

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"Nick, what are we doing here?" Tony was leaning back in his chair of the conference room, not looking amused. "Couldn't you have just stuck it in a file?"

Nick Fury stood at the head of the table, looking at every one of the thirteen people in the room individually. "We've come upon some new information about a new branch of Hydra and its top weapon."

Pietro spun in his chair with a groan, "I thought we had gotten rid of them."

"Well, kinda like a Hydra, if you cut off one head, two more grow back in its place." Fury answered him in a patient tone that everyone knew wasn't going to stay for very long if he kept being interrupted.

"Bold words about an organization with an octopus as its logo," Loki didn't even look up from his book that he didn't walk into the room with.

Clint swiveled to look at him in the corner of the room, "Loki, you gotta let it go."

"I will not!"

Fury began to talk loudly over them to regain their attention, "The organization changed its name to fit it's leader's dress up game, it now goes by The Kingdom, but as far as we are concerned, it is still Hydra."

"You mentioned a weapon?" Vision sat invested in the meeting, unlike most of the others.

"That's what they are calling her, yes."

"How long has she been active?" Bucky spoke quietly, but firmly from his seat.

Nick paused a moment, watching Bucky before he answered, "As far as we can tell at least three years."

"And you're just telling us now?!" Steve straightened in his seat, not happy with the lack of transparency.

"Cool it, Rogers, they didn't have any information other than that she existed." Nat looked up from cleaning her nails.

Steve raised his eyebrows at her, "Oh, and they told you?"

"No."

Pietro started to roll his chair around the room, "Why is this meeting so long?" He dragged out the last word as he rolled around the table.

Loki used his foot to stop him when he approached, "If you don't stop whining I'm gonna make sure repayment is unnecessary."

"I owe you nothing!"

"I'm pretty sure saving your life is the definition of you owing me something."

"Blah!"

"Alright!" Sam yelled, throwing his hands in the air, sick of the bickering. "What kinda powers this chick got?"

Tony held a few fingers to his forehead, "Do I need to call anyone? The spider-kid, King Panther? Ant-dude? The wizards?"

Nick took back control, "Not for now, Tony. We don't know where she is or where she is going to strike next. We know she is enhanced, but no one can figure out exactly if she has powers, and if she does, what they are. For now, we just need you to be aware. She is extremely skilled in infiltration and we have no idea what she looks like, just that she was able to take an extremely valuable target on their behalf at a high profile event we had under surveillance and walk out unnoticed, and unidentified."

"So what you're saying," Rhodes spoke up for the first time, "is that we don't know what she looks like, don't know what she can do, but she's out there. So lookout."

Fury sighed, "Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying."

"So," Bruce looked at Fury, puzzled, "what do you want us to do?"

He shook his head, "I don't know."

There were a few beats of silence, no one knowing what to do.

Thor was leaning against the wall, listening quietly, believe it or not, "And her name?"

Throughout the meeting, Fury had been standing, but at this question, he sat down to answer it, "They're calling her The Queen."

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Another rich diplomat. Another party. And of course what's a party anymore without either a murder or a kidnapping? The real question is: why not both?

That's how it's been lately. The missions Noxy goes on are usually parties, balls, banquets. She goes in, gets the target alone with baffling ease, and either extracts the information herself right then and there, or delivers him to fellow agents and wipes her hands clean.

I've grown used to what she's doing. No matter how long or hard I tried to break free from the cage I was trapped in, nothing changed. Not even a blink.

So I stopped trying. I watched. I watched as she murdered. I watched as she tortured. I watched as she developed the unimaginable powers that were given. I watched as she became everything I wanted to be. I watched as she became everything I didn't.

I learned how to block out a lot of things that she did. It was manageable to block out one sense, usually sight. It got hard when I had to block two, and it became impossible if it grew to three. Touch was the hardest to stop. It was especially frustrating when that was all I wanted to block out.

The target was some rich dude with high standing in some organization that had some information that Henry needed. The briefings were the one time I was consistently not paying any attention. Once again her sights were placed upon a well dressed, old, white, balding man. The white dress that clung to my figure must have made my body irresistible to well dressed, old, white, balding men because while Noxy skirted just outside his circle, his eyes followed.

Just like all the others, he was caught hook, line, and sinker.

It was simple really, it was almost like there was a formula. Champagne glass half full held delicately by the fingertips. A casual lean against the bar, the leg with the slit slightly out-turned to show an inch or two of more skin.

They all think they're playboys. Just once I can't wait for Noxy to have to think of something different when having to get a well-respected scientist who loves his wife away from the crowd.

With a sultry stare and flirty introductions, a witty remark and the swing of the hips and they're gone from the crowd. His hand was planted at the small of her back, but the farther we strayed from the crowd the farther his hand strayed.

The mansion the banquet thingy was being hosted at was nice. It was nice as all of the other mansions were. He guided Noxy down a long hallway, farther and farther from all the people who could protect him. He eventually came to a large bedroom and opened the door, allowing Noxy to go in first.

I knew what was about to happen, so I started the theme song that I had come up for her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CduA0TULnow 

I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends Oh baby It might seem like a crush But it doesn't mean that I'm serious 'Cause to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby

He closed the door with a barely noticeable click and began to approach Noxy. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't in the mood.

Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby

She picked at her nails for a moment before his eyes grew wide looking at her hands. The reason for his stare was the black pigment that spread from her fingertips up her arms.

Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above

He started to turn around, but Noxy was too fast for him. The darkness was too fast for him.

I'm not that innocent

A cloud, a shadow, that's what was emitted from her hands that engulfed the target's head and face. It was there for a moment, then it was gone just as quickly. His body collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they truly exist I cry, watching the days Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways But to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Oh baby, oh

With the target on her shoulder, she walked away from the bedroom window towards the extraction point, with heels on still, mind you.

Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent

The mansion was built in a remote part of the world, surrounded by a forest with at least a hundred miles of privacy. Noxy scaled the uneven terrain easily enough, though she did occasionally hike up her skirt and push off of the trees to give her momentum.

Oops, I did it again to your heart Got lost in this game, oh baby Oops, you think that I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent

I'm not sure how long I've watched her go on these missions. I'm not sure when the last time was when I blinked of my own free will. It feels like a lifetime, but it also feels so close, like only yesterday I could brush my fingers through my hair and if I just pushed a little harder, I could do it again. I've been in here for months, I know, but if those months added up to a year or more, I had no idea.

Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby

Somehow, out of all the hundreds of miles of trees and darkness, Noxy came upon a pair of men. They looked to be surveiling. I had no idea who they worked for, but I could tell they were professionals. They saw Noxy too late, which is hilarious since she's wearing a stark white dress and heels with a man on her shoulder. Though she was naturally quiet, there's only so much you can do to muffle that sound. Noxy didn't even have to shift the target from her shoulder when she fired up her shadow hands, but she was not so merciful to these agents. From her fingers flew a beam of darkness. Technically I could barely see it from the combination of speed and the lack of light. The trees above carefully shielded the ground from the shine of the moon and her sister stars.

Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above

I've seen maybe thousands of beams just like it though. It mimicked the shape of an icicle, though made of shadows or some sort of unidentifiable pitch-black material. The first man fell to the ground with a gaping hole at the base of his throat. The second attempted to draw a weapon but was struggling to get the gun out of its straps. Noxy took the time to walk closer to him until they were no farther than a few feet away. I could see the fear in his eyes, and I'm sure he could see the indifference or maybe even pleasure in hers. She sent a spear of shadow into his stomach. She wanted him to die slowly. Or at least with how much blood was coming from the wound, slower.

He fell to the ground and tried to crawl away backward all the while trying to keep the blood inside his body.

Noxy didn't care anymore for him and left him to suffer in the dirt. She continued on in her mission.

I'm not that innocent

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The Avengers were gathered in the common room for some downtime when F.R.I.D.A.Y caught everyone's attention.

"Director Nick Fury is calling."

"Put 'im on," Tony waved his hand as he sat down on the couch.

Fury was projected onto the screen in the common room and he was relieved to see that everyone was already there.

"What's up?"

Fury took a breath as if to prepare himself for what he was about to say, "We have a singular feature to identify The Queen with."

Everyone suddenly became quite serious and sat up in their seats. The more anxious ones scooted closer and were barely on the cushions waiting for him to elaborate.

Pietro was curious, but not too worried, "Only one?"

"Our informant died before we could get any more of a description."

Pietro swallowed but didn't speak again.

Fury had a grave look on his face as he revealed what they had to look for,

"She has black eyes."

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Avengers x reader x CM - Idiots

A/N: I am working on an actual fic but for now enjoy this 😂😂

Laid on the bar, you watched as your phone rang for what felt like the millionth time. You simply dropped it on the counter and sighed as you browsed Tony’s large alcohol selection.

“Miss, they are trying to access your location again. Where shall I send you this time?”

“Hmm well J, I have always wanted to go to Asia, put me somewhere there.”

“Of course.”

Laughing slightly, you slid of the bar, grabbed a glass and looked for something to drink. When you finally decided, you filled the glass and set it on the bar, eyeing up Clint who was now holding the phone.

“It’ll probably be easier to answer.” He chuckled and placed it down.

“True, but this is kinda fun. Jarvis where we at?”

“You are in Tokyo right now.”

Clint barked out a laugh and shook his head, taking a seat on the bar with you. Tony walked in and gave you pair a dirty look.

“There’s stool here for a reason.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Tony rolled his eyes and grabbed a random bottle and a glass before turning back to you and Clint.

“Whatever, just keep it clean. And don’t forget we have visitors tomorrow.”

“The contest winners right?”

Tony nodded and flipped you off as he walked away.

Some time around noon the next day, you, Clint, Nat and Sam were huddled in the gym.

“You guys are stupid.” Sam sighed.

“What it’s perfect! Nothing could go wrong!”

“Of course not.” He rolled his eyes.

“Come on, don’t you want to see what happens?” Nat laughed.

Sam shook his head but grinned, you and Clint walked to opposite ends of the boxing ring. Nat walked over and handed you both a knife. Before anything could happen Bruce walked in with a medical kit, an amused Tony, a worried Steve, a confused Bucky and Wanda, an extremely hyped up Thor and a bored looking Loki.

“Why are you here?” Clint asked.

“Jarvis told us you two were doing something stupid.” Tony snickered.

“We’ve got this!” You laughed.

Sam walked to the middle of the boxing ring and held up his hands.

“Okay! Rules are you only get one throw! No life threatening aims, no head shots, you’re not allowed to move. (Y/N) are you ready?”

“Yes sir!” You mock saluted.

“Clint you ready?”

“Yup!” He grinned.

The door to the gym opened but you paid it no mind. Sam jumped out the ring and Jarvis counted down. As soon as he hit Zero you and Clint threw your knives.

A sharp pain emitted from your shoulder and you yelped, Clint yelled in pain and you looked at him, your knife was stuck in his thigh.

“I work with idiots.” Bruce mumbled as he walked over to Clint.

Tony walked over to you with a medical kit. The door to the gym opened again. Tony didn’t bother telling you when he pulled the knife out making you hiss.

“What the hell happened?”

“Hi pepper!” You grinned.

She walked over and snatched the cloth and knife from Tony’s hands and pointed to the door.

“You have guests to show around. I’ll deal with whatever this is.”

Glancing to th door, you froze before quickly looking away. You prayed he didn’t see you.

“(Y/N)?”

“Uhm... hey Hotch..” you muttered.

Wincing slightly as Pepper cleaned you up, you glanced over to Clint who was grinning like mad. He looked high.

“Did you drug him Bruce?”

“No, I did not ‘drug’ him.”

Snickering, you stood up and smiled to pepper. Helping her gather all the things before disposing them.

“Thanks!”

With that you ran out of the gym, spotting Tony in the distance with the winners of his competition, who just so happened to be the same people you were avoiding.

“Tony! Your locking those weapons away from now on!” Pepper yelled down the hall.

“Awh But Pepper!” You and Clint whinned.

Laughing again, the pair of you made your way into the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table you sighed.

“You owe me $100 Clint.”

“Shut up I know.” He rolled his eyes.

Heels pounded on the floor and there was a vey loud squeal.

“(Y/N)?!”

Before you could reply someone crashed into you, making you groan in pain.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! What happened?!”

“The idiots threw knives at each other!” A voice yelled.

“I love you too Nat!” You smirked.

Clint chuckled and limped over to the fridge, tossing you a bottle of water.

“Hey Garcia.” You smiled sheepishly.

“We tried calling.” Derek crossed his arms.

“And tracking your phone.” JJ frowned.

Rubbing the back of your head, you took a drink of water and sat on the table facing them.

“Oh yeah, Jarvis is probably still bouncing my signal. Where we at now sir J?”

There was a short pause as the others eventually made their way into the room. Though there was still no sign of Will, Henry, Hotch or Jack.

“We are in the Amazon Rainforest.”

“Nice.” Clint smirked.

Rolling your eyes and leaned back on your hands. The missing four walked in the the other avengers and Jack came running towards you as he hugged your legs.

“(Y/N)!”

“Hey bud!”

Lifting him up, you sat him on the table with you.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you and Dads been moody!”

“Has he now?” You rose a brow, shooting Hotch a look, “I’ve been here.”

“Like living here?” Henry asked.

“Yup! I come here whenever I can.”

Jack and Henry seemed to accept this answer since they ran off, but the others didn’t seem fully convinced.

“We thought something happened to you. Why didn’t you say anything?” Emily scowled.

“I’m fine, really, I mean kind of I am bleeding from my shoulder but that’s okay. I just wanted to be alone.”

“What happened anyway?” Rossi asked, pointing to your wound.

“From what I heard, (Y/N) and her friend must have thrown knives at each other. Probably to test if they could actually hit each other or not.” Reid rambled.

“Damn he’s smart. Wonder if he’s smarter than Tony.”

“Shut up Clint. Go hide in the vent.”

Clint pouted and sat on the kitchen counter as he ate.

“Do you want to tell us why you came here?” Hotch asked.

“No.”

“You can’t just up and leave whenever you want.” He scolded.

“Fire me then.” You shrugged.

Hotch sighed and ran a hand down his face. You both knew why you did this, even if he pretends that he doesn’t.

Clint seemed to notice the tension because he jumped of the counter and sat next to you, his arm protectively around you as he glared at Hotch. Glancing between them both, you didn’t know what to do

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Trouble for Darius

A Longmire mpreg fic by Charlotte Crema

(ok, don’t @ me for this. I know that Darius is a villain on Longmire...but...his character is just so overlooked and he doesn’t really have many scenes on longmire so I thought maybe I’d give him a little extra depth. (and torture him in the process) I was originally going to have it that he has quads...but....I just sorta scrapped that idea and went with one baby instead of four.)

Three weeks. Three weeks and yet his stomach bug showed no signs of clearing up. This was making Darius pretty nervous. He had a niggling suspicion he knew what it may be but....no.....he couldn't be.....right?! “Darius! I don’t pay you to space out on the job! Snap out of it!” He blinked. Somehow whenever he got deep in thought Malachi’s voice brought him to clarity. “Sorry, boss.” he murmured. “Don’t apologize.” Malachi snorted, “Just get to work. I’ll be in the back.” Darius sighed, rolling his eyes as he got behind the bar. He usually didn’t work as a bartender at the red pony, but they were understaffed today so he didn’t have much choice. “Hey. You don’t look too good.” Eric said, nudging Darius gently, “You ok?” He nodded. “Just something I ate.” he muttered. “You’ve said that for three weeks now.” she said, giving him a look, “D, if you need to borrow a test from my bag just say something.” Darius turned pale. “W-wait...how did you…” “You forget my other job is at Cassie’s clinic.” Eric said, sighing, “As for the pregnancy tests, they’re not for me. I just carry them around for some stupid reason.” “They’re Sam’s, aren’t they?” he asked. She nodded. “Although, since I am eighteen with a boyfriend it helps to carry one or two around myself.” Eric replied. “Can…can I borrow one?” Darius asked. She nodded, handing him the box from her bag. He nodded his thanks and ran off to the bathroom.

“FUCK!” he cried, slamming his fist against the stall door. Positive. The test was a fucking positive. Fucking ducky. He threw out the pregnancy test, went to the sink, and splashed some cool water on his face. Fuck...he couldn’t be pregnant. He just couldn’t. Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. “Hey Darius?” Eric called softly, “Can I come in?” “Y-yeah…” he replied softly. He could feel his chest tighten slightly and a lump rising in his throat. What was he gonna do? How would he be able to take care of a baby with such a dangerous job? The gentle touch of Eric’s hand on his back made him jolt a bit. “Easy now, slick. It’s ok.” she said, gently rubbing his back, “The test was positive, wasn’t it?” He nodded, biting his lip as he tried to fight back tears. “Hey.” Eric said, opening her arms, “C’mere.” Darius gladly lets Eric hug him. He hates to admit it, but he kinda needed a good hug.

“Hey...Eric?” Eric was busy cleaning the last of the whiskey glasses but  she turned around to look up at Darius anyway. “What’s up?” she asked. Darius bit his lip. “Um…would you mind if I stayed at your apartment tonight?” he asked, “I lost the keys to my place so I’m waiting to get a new set cut.” Eric smiled. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Once they got off work, Eric drove Darius to her apartment. “I’m gonna have to apologize ahead of time...I have a roommate and she’s not very tidy.” she said as they walked up the stairs to her floor. “I don’t mind.” Darius replied, “As long as she isn’t some man-hating psycho I think we’ll be ok.” “You say that now…” she muttered.

As soon as they went inside the apartment they were attacked by the sound of M.I.A blaring and a mushroom cloud of marijuana smoke. “Um...I may have forgotten to mention she’s a pot dealer…” Darius groaned and rubbed his temples. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse.” he said, “It’d be nice if she turned the music down, though.” When they walked into the living room, there was Sam; sitting on the couch, puffing a joint and belting out the lyrics to “Borders” by M.I.A at the top of her lungs. “Guns blows doors to the system, yeah, fuck ‘em when we say we not with them! We’re solid and we don’t need to kick them! This is north, south, east, and western! Guns blows doors to the system, yeah, fuck ‘em when we say we not with them! We’re solid and we don’t need to kick them! This is north, south, east and- AAAAAH!” Sam nearly fell right off the couch when she saw Darius standing right in front of her. “Hi, Sam.” Eric said with a sigh. “JEEZIS H CHRIST ON HORSEBACK WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Sam cried, her eyes as big as Saturn’s rings. Eric sighed and shook her head. “Sam, this is Darius. I work with him at the Red Pony.” she said, “He’ll be staying here for a day or so while he waits to get a new set of keys cut for his house.” “Nice to meet you.” Darius said, extending his hand to her. Instead of shaking Darius’ hand, Sam put out her joint, moved closer to Darius, and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his belly. “Uh…what are you-” “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sam said, “About six weeks pregnant, I think?” “W-wait…” Darius said, “How did you know that?” “Your aura.” Sam replied without blinking. Oh boy...Darius knew he was in for an interesting experience.

Eric had set Darius up in her room for the night, insisting that she’d rather sleep in Sam’s room since Sam doesn’t use it anyway. Darius said he’d be perfectly fine sleeping in Sam’s room or on the couch...but then again, you don’t really argue with Soaring Hawks. They’re a stubborn bunch. As soon as he had settled into the covers, he felt someone crawl in beside him. “Eric?” Eric had tears in her eyes as she curled up close to Darius. “Henry messaged me. The court moved Nani’s parole hearing.” she whimpered, “This is the fifth time they’ve done this.” “Why did they move Ryan’s hearing?” Darius asked. “I don’t know! They just keep putting it off!” Eric cried, “I’m betting Malachi’s behind it too. I know he knows Nani wants his head on a plate.” Darius bit his lip. Eric wasn’t wrong, Malachi was behind moving Ryan’s parole. He felt bad for her. Ryan Soaring Hawk was a good man who didn’t deserve prison. Darius had a deep respect for Ryan. To see Malachi toy with Ryan like this made his blood boil. “Hey. It’s gonna be ok, Eric.” he said, pulling her close, “They can’t keep moving it forever. They’ll have to parole him at some point. “When?! When he’s dead?!” she sobbed, “Because I bet that’s what Malachi wants!” Eric wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing bitterly. “Eric, it’s gonna be ok.” Darius said, holding her close, “I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know HOW it’ll be ok...but it will.” Eric sniffled, snuggling closer to Darius and whimpering.

The next morning Darius and Eric were roused by the sound of Santigold playing from the living room and the smell of fresh coffee. “That would be Sam, wouldn’t it?” Darius groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Yup.” Eric replied, “Unlike us she’s a morning person.” “Oh god…” Darius said, chuckling, “This’ll be fun.” Once they stepped into the living room they were greeted with two plates stacked high with cinnamon toast. “I’m still cooking breakfast. This is just starters.” Sam said, “And I’m supposing you won’t want coffee, right Darius?” “Just a glass of orange juice will suit me fine.” he said, “But thanks anyway.”

After they ate, Darius went back to Eric’s room to get dressed. “Hey, Darius?” Eric said, sitting beside him as Darius pulled on a pair of jeans, “What are you gonna do with the baby, do you think?” Darius sighed. “I don’t know.” he replied, “But I don’t think I wanna get rid of it.” “Fair enough.” Eric said, “If you need any help, just ask me. You can call Cassie too if it concerns the baby.” Darius smiled and pulled Eric into his arms. “Thank you.” he said, nuzzling her.

It was now the three month mark for Darius and he was getting a little nervous. It was getting harder to hide the fact that he was pregnant under his usual shirts. He knew he’d have to get baggier clothing soon. It also didn’t help that Eric’s wacky roommate would stop by the Red Pony and sneak up on him so she could give him belly rubs. Eric promised him she’d take him shopping later that afternoon for some baggier shirts which was a relief.  He tensed a bit, however, when he heard that Sam would be tagging along with them.

Surprisingly, Sam was pretty well behaved in the mall. Well...except for when she practically yanked him and Eric into the only Uniqlo in Absaroka County because there was a huge sale on men’s shirts and many of them just so happened to have graphics from Akira and Fist of the North Star on them. She made sure that she got six t-shirts, three from both animes, in the largest size for Darius. He felt silly trying them on, but he had to admit they were comfortable. He wanted to pay for them himself, but Sam insisted on treating him. After their little detour, Sam split off to go browsing at Zara while Eric took Darius to J Crew and L L Bean to get him some button down shirts and maybe one or two pairs of pants. Afterwards, they all met up again at the Drunken Armadillo, Sam’s favorite spot, for lunch. Darius had never heard of this restaurant, so for him this was quite the treat.  After lunch, however, he got into a bit of an argument with Sam about paying the bill as she insisted that she pay for the entire meal.

They stopped off at Darius’ house to drop him off, but Eric decided she was gonna hang out with him for the night. All three of them knew it wasn’t necessary for her to do that...but when Eric’s made her mind up, you can’t really argue with her. They stayed up for a while chatting about Ryan, about work, and basically just about things in general. Eric had to admit...while she didn’t like that Darius worked for Malachi...he was pretty pleasant to talk to.

“Hey, D?” Darius was busy cleaning a few whiskey glasses when he felt someone tug on his sleeve. “What’s up, Eric?” he asked. “Do...um…..do you know who the baby’s father is?” Eric asked, “Just out of sheer curiosity and concern.” Darius shook his head. “Wish I knew, kiddo.” he said with a sigh. Eric nodded. “Fair enough.” she replied softly.

It was now four months into Darius’ pregnancy. The morning sickness had stopped which was a godsend for him, but now he noticed that he was starting to develop a bit of a baby bump. You could juuuuuust barely see it poking out against his usual button down shirts if you stared long enough. That worried him and made him extremely thankful that Eric and Sam had taken him shopping for a new wardrobe because he knew that as the months went on that little bump was gonna get harder and harder to hide.

Darius was going over finances on his laptop in Henry’s office when all of a sudden he felt a tiny thump against his stomach. He immediately jumped out of his seat and went to Eric, practically yanking her into the office. “Jeezis, D! What is wrong with you?!” she cried. “I think it kicked.” he said. Eric blinked. “W-wait…what?” “It kicked!” Darius said, “The baby kicked!” Eric’s eyes lit up. “C-can I?” Darius nodded, placing her hand on his belly. Eric smiled when she felt the tiny thump against her hand. She was practically aglow with excitement. “Uh…Eric? Are you ok?” Darius asked, “Your eyes are HUGE right now.” “Bweh?! Oh! Y-yeah! I’m fine! No worries! Heh…” Eric was blushing bright red at this point. “Y-you know Sam’s gonna be all over you when she finds out the baby’s kicking, right?” Darius groaned, rolling his eyes and nodding.

Eric couldn’t have been more right. He had decided to hang out with her at her apartment for the night so they could talk things over with Cassie . He now found that to be a BIG mistake. The whole time he was talking with Cassie, Sam was just curled up against him on the couch with her cheek pressed against him, nuzzling his belly. He just sighed and let her do so. He didn’t really mind all that much to be honest.

Six months in and now Darius was really beginning to show. He was glad he’d gone shopping with Eric and Sam to get new shirts so he could hide his bump...but he knew that even these wouldn’t be of much help when he hit 9 months. He just prayed that he’d be able to pull it off so that Malachi wouldn’t find out. He’d begun spending a lot more time with Sam and Eric over the past few weeks. It was hard to explain why...but he just felt more comfortable in the presence of women instead of his coworkers. It wasn’t for sexual reasons, mind you. Both Eric and Sam were much too young and he wasn’t stupid enough to take advantage of them like that. Besides, they had been so helpful these past six months. They were like sisters to him. He didn’t want to damage that.

Eight months down, one more to go. Even though Malachi was gone now and he’d basically gone into hiding, Darius still kept in touch with Sam and Eric. He’d nearly had a serious scare two months ago when he had been shot in the shoulder after Malachi was killed and he was nearly sent into an early labor. Luckily, Eric was able to talk some sense into Mathias and they took him to the hospital before anything bad could happen to him or the baby. He knew they’d gotten Ryan out of jail too. He was somewhat unsure of how he felt about that because Ryan Soaring Hawk seemed very intimidating to Darius. Yes, Ryan was Eric’s grandfather and he had a deep respect for the man…but he was still scared of him. He knew Ryan wasn’t exactly too happy with Walt for foiling his revenge plot against Malachi and he didn’t really wanna be on Ryan’s bad side. Suddenly, his phone rang. “Yeah?” he said, answering the call. “Darius, right?” a voice said on the other line, “This is Ryan. Mind if we talk?” Darius immediately turned pale. “Uh…..s-sure? I...uh…I can talk…” he stammered, swallowing hard. “Oh, good. I’m five minutes away from your place.” Ryan said, “Lemme hang up so I can drive.” OH...FUCK! Ryan Soaring Hawk knew where Darius fucking was?! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Shit what if Ryan wanted to kill him? He certainly couldn’t blame the man...but he was still scared nonetheless.

As soon as Ryan arrived at Darius’ house he knew something was up. When Darius let him in, there was an air of anxiety and fear the permeated his aura. “You ok?” he asked, looking up at Darius. “Huh?! Oh...um...y-yeah! I’m fine!” Darius stammered, “Nothing to worry about.” Ryan sighed. “Darius, if you’re intimidated by me just say so.” he said, “No need to creep around me like I’m a landmine.” Darius let out a sigh of relief. “I am so so sorry! I was thinking that you were gonna come here and exact revenge!” Ryan gave Darius a look. “What made you think that?” he asked. Darius swallowed hard. “Because I worked for Malachi and since Walt killed Malachi you’d want to exact your revenge another way?” Ryan shook his head with a snort. “Eh, not really. Kinda got over that, to be honest.” he said, “After Walt did Malachi in it just sorta seemed pointless.” Darius nodded but in his head he was still a bit nervous. Why WAS Ryan Soaring Hawk here, then? “Darius? Are you ok?” “Huh?! Uh…y-yeah! N-never better!” Ryan sighed. “You’re really THAT scared of me, aren’t you?” Darius looked down at the floor and nodded. “Why?! You haven’t done anything to me.” “W-well...I didn’t...but...my boss did...and...well…” “That was Malachi, though. Not you.” Ryan said, “And don’t think I haven’t heard from Eric about how helpful you’ve been to her.” “HUH?!” Darius cried, “Helpful?! I wasn’t helpful! I acted like an annoying older brother!” “So? There were times when you helped her.” Darius could feel his cheeks becoming flushed as he bit his lip and tried not to make eye contact with Ryan. “W-well yeah...but…” “But nothing.” Ryan said, “You were looking out for Eric and that means a lot to me. Thank you.” Darius stared at Ryan for a sec before blushing deep red. “Gaaah, what is it with you fucking Soaring Hawks?!” he cried, “You guys are weird!” Ryan let out a snort before bursting into laughter. “Runs in the family, I’m afraid.” he said.

For the next week or so Ryan and Eric would stop by and visit with Darius. Sam would come sometimes as well...but that was mostly to give Darius belly rubs and to cuddle on the couch. Not that he minded of course...but he did find it a little weird that she was so touchy-feely around him like that. Sam was 19 so it just seemed a little...well...inappropriate, sorta? He was old enough to be her dad! Eh...well...no. He wasn’t THAT old...but still.

It was only a few days before Darius’ due date and he was getting nervous. He was beginning to realize just how underprepared he was for raising a kid. Sure, he’d been reading books that Cassie gave him and all but he just didn’t feel like it was enough. He needed someone to help him. He felt  like kicking himself because he didn’t know who the father was and even if he did, he doubted they’d want to be involved. Luckily, there was Eric and Sam. They had been his rocks through the whole ordeal and he couldn’t thank them enough. He’d felt more comfortable around them than anyone else. Even going so far as letting them see him with his hair down. That was not something that Darius did often. He thought it looked unprofessional. He gave Eric special privileges with his hair, though. Only she was allowed to style it any way she saw fit. Nobody else was allowed to do so. Not even Sam. Only Eric’s nimble digits could touch his hair.

Two days before he was due, Darius was at Eric’s apartment. He had volunteered to be her guinea pig for a few new hair styles she’d found in a teen vogue magazine. Eric was halfway through her third attempt at a figure eight braid when all of a sudden, Darius felt a sharp pain in his lower back. It felt like somebody was pinching his spine with a lobster claw. He flinched and let out a soft groan. “You ok, Darius?” Eric asked, tying off what she already had braided and rubbing his back. He nodded. “Braxton hicks.” he said, “Nothing serious.” “You sure?” He nodded, taking Eric’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Definitely.”

Half an hour and two more attempts at a figure eight braid later and the pain wasn’t getting much better for Darius. By now it had spread throughout his entire pelvic region and it was hard for him to sit still. Luckily, Eric had already finished the braid so he didn’t have to worry about her re-doing it again. He tried not to show how ill at ease he was, but Eric could see right through him. “Darius…” she said, “Are you SURE it’s just braxton hicks contractions?” He nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” Eric gave him a look. “Ok…” she said, “But please tell me if they get worse, alright?” He nodded, biting his lip as the pain crept up on him again.

About an hour later the pains were only getting worse. Darius found himself burning a hole in the living room carpet the way he was pacing around Eric’s apartment. Every now and then he’d have to stop because he was getting too dizzy from pacing, but when he stopped it HURT. It got to the point where he would let out small, involuntary whimpers every time he stopped pacing. About two minutes later, mid-pace, he felt a gush of fluid soaking his jeans. Fuuuuuuck! “Uh..h-hey, Eric?” he said, his face pale, “Remember when you told me to tell you when things get worse?” “Yeah?” Eric said, coming out of the kitchen, “Why’d you-” She saw the puddle of water on the carpet and immediately she knew what was up. “Oh fuck…” she said, turning as pale as Darius. “Exactly.” he replied, “I think now would probably be a good time to call Cassie.” Eric nodded and went into the kitchen, using her landline to dial the clinic. While Eric was on the phone with Cassie, Darius was in a panic. He was gripping the arm of the couch, breathing through another contraction and telling himself everything was gonna be ok when really in his head he was a nervous wreck. As Eric drove him to the clinic, Darius could feel himself becoming more and more nervous by the minute. She held his hand the entire time, only letting go to shift gears in her car. Even when she let go, he’d hold on to her arm for dear life. Thank goodness Eric’s apartment was a fifteen minute ride away from the clinic otherwise he might’ve broken her hand if the contractions got any worse. “You’re gonna be ok, Darius.” Eric said, “Just hang in there.” As soon as they got to the clinic, Cassie was there to greet them at the door. She immediately took them to a nice suite with a garden terrace and a nice porch swing. Darius was glad that the terrace was there since he needed somewhere to pace about while he was in labor and the garden had a nice, peaceful atmosphere that was perfect for that. “I’ll let you two get settled and grab a pitcher of water.” Cassie said, “Don’t want Darius to get to dehydrated.” “Thanks Cass.” Eric said. “Thank y-aaaaaaaah fuck fuck fuck ow!” Darius was stopped mid sentence by another contraction. “Would you like me to get a yoga ball, too?” Cassie asked, “In case you get tired of pacing?” Daruis shook his head. “N-nope...I’m good.” he said, trying his best not to cry out in pain. Cassie looked concerned, but Eric mouthed to her that it’d be ok. And besides; there was the porch swing.

For the next two hours, Eric was with Darius out on the terrace, pacing about and letting him lean against her, holding her shoulders as she gently placed her hands on his hips and rocked from side to side while he breathed through another contraction. While they might not have always gotten along, Eric wanted to make sure she was there for Darius through his labor. It was the least she could do to pay him back for all the times he looked out for her. “Ooooooooh…ow…ow...owwww…….” Darius whined, trying his best to power through a rather intense contraction, “Eric…Eric I don’t think I can do this.” “Yes, you can! You’ve been doing so well so far!” Eric said, “C’mon, don’t lose hope.” Darius nodded, whimpering as he gripped tightly to her shoulders. An hour and a half later, Darius was still pacing with Eric when all of a sudden he was hit by the worst contraction he’d ever felt. He let out a scream, nearly falling to his knees as he doubled over in pain. Luckily, Eric was able to catch him. It kinda surprised Darius that Eric was so strong...but then again this was also the girl who beat the shit out of Malachi with just her fists so it wasn’t that surprising. “It’s gonna be ok, D. I got ya.” Eric said, helping him to the porch swing. Darius whimpered and held tight to Eric. “Hey, is everything ok out here?” Cassie asked, coming onto the terrace, “I was just about to come in and check on you guys! What happened?” “Darius had a REALLY strong contraction so I had to help him to the porch swing.” Eric said, gently rubbing Darius’ back. Cassie nodded. “Ok, let’s get him back inside and on the bed so I can check him.” She was about to help Eric get Darius off the swing, but Eric put her hand up and shook her head. “I got him. It’s ok.” she said, helping him up. “Damn, Eric!” Cassie said, “How strong ARE you?!” “She beat the shit outta Malachi. How strong do you th-AAAGH!” Darius was stopped mid-sentence by another powerful contraction. “Ok, let’s get you inside.” Cassie said, leading them towards the bed in the suite. 

As soon as they helped Darius out of his clothes (well...they did have a hospital gown for him but everything else they had to take off) and onto the bed, Cassie checked to see how dilated he was. “Damn, eight centimeters!” she said, “You dilate pretty fast, Darius!” He bit his lip and whimpered, trying his best to breath through another contraction. “You’re doing great, Darius. You got this.” Eric said. “I hope so…” he said.

For the next two and a half hours he was in sheer agony. The contractions had gotten painful enough that he couldn’t walk but he didn’t want to be sitting still either. Luckily, Eric had helped him come up with a solution where he could sit on the edge of the bed and hold onto her, rocking side to side as she rubbed his back. This was a pretty good system and it did take some of the edge off, but he still couldn’t help but feel so scared. Eric could feel how tense he was. It showed in how tightly he gripped her shoulders, in his silence, in the whimper he tried not to let escape from his lips...Darius was petrified and she could tell. “Hey, listen to me.” she said softly in his ear, “It’s gonna be ok, Darius. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna leave.” He pressed his forehead into Eric’s shoulder and let out a soft whine, gripping her tight as another contraction hit. “Shh...it’s ok. I got ya.” Eric said, gently rubbing Darius’ back as she placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

Twenty minutes later, Cassie came back in to check on Darius. As soon as she examined him she smiled. “Ok! Ten centimeters!” she said, “You ready?” Darius nodded, but both Eric and Cassie could tell he was terrified. “Hey, listen to me.” Cassie said, gently cupping Darius’ cheek, “It’s gonna be ok. It’ll be over before you know it.” He nodded, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Eric was by his side, holding his hand. “I’m not gonna let go, D. I’m right here.” she said, “I’m staying right here.” “Thanks, Eric.” Darius said, trying to give her a smile. “Ok. Are we all ready?” Cassie asked, putting on a pair of exam gloves. Darius nodded, giving Eric’s hand a gentle squeeze. Cassie smiled. “Alright, I want you to take a deep breath in and on the next contraction, push as hard as you can.” Darius nodded, inhaling deeply. As soon as he felt the next contraction rear its ugly head, he grit his teeth and bore down with all his might, fighting the urge to scream as he felt the head beginning to stretch open his cervix agonizingly slow. “Good, good, keep going!” Cassie said, “It’s starting to crown.” He let out a tiny whine as he kept pushing, holding Eric’s hand in a death  grip. “You’re doing great, Darius.” Eric said softly.

After a good five minutes, the head was halfway out. Darius felt like somebody lit a fire beneath him. He felt like he could pass out from the pain and he could feel himself trembling from the strain put on his body. “Eric...I...I can’t do this.” he whimpered. “Yes you can, Darius. You’re doing great so far.” Cassie said. He shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “I…I can’t! I don’t have any strength left!” “Darius, listen to me! You can! I know you can!” Eric cried, “You’ve still got strength in you, I know it! And if you don’t, you have mine and Cassie’s to partake from! Now is not the time to give up!” Cassie smiled. Eric had grown into such a strong young woman. She couldn’t be more proud. “Alright, Darius. Gimme a nice, deep, breath and push as hard as you can.” Darius bit his lip and nodded, taking a deep breath before bearing down with  a yelp. Tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks as he pushed as hard as he could. “You’re doing great, Darius.” Eric said softly, gently kissing his temple. “H-hurtsssss…” he whimpered. “I know, buddy. I know.” Cassie said, “Just one more push and the hard part’s over.” Darius bore down, letting out a whimper as the rest of the head stretched him wide. Only three minutes later it came out with a pop, making Darius gasp.  “Good job! The head’s out!” Cassie said, “Now just take a few deep breaths for me while I check for the cord.

As soon as Cassie slipped her finger under the baby’s chin, her brow furrowed. “Cass? W-what’s wrong?” Darius asked, “Is everything ok?” She bit her lip. “I’m gonna need you to bear with me for a bit longer, I’m afraid.” she said, “The cord is wrapped around the baby’s neck.” Oh god! This was what Darius was worried about! He could feel himself developing a cold sweat but a reassuring hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear calmed him down. “It’s ok, darius. Just take slow, deep breaths. Cassie knows what she’s doing.” Darius followed Eric’s instructions, but he was on edge the whole time. He prayed the baby would be ok… “Alright! The cord’s not around the baby’s neck anymore.” Cassie said after she slipped it off the baby’s neck and over its head, “Ready to start pushing again?” Darius nodded, taking a deep breath and squeezing Eric’s hand.

Pushing out the shoulders was a LOT more painful than Darius had expected, but once they were out, the rest of the baby’s body came pretty fast. Darius let out a sob of relief as he fell back against the pillows on the bed, breathing heavily. Only seconds later there was a cry. “Congrats, Darius! It’s a boy.” Cassie said, “Wanna meet him?” “Please?” Darius murmured, holding out his arms. Cassie handed him the tiny boy who instantly calmed down once placed in his father’s arms. “Hey there, kiddo…” he murmured, sniffling a little as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. “Hey, why are you still crying?” Eric asked, “He’s here! He’s ok!” “I...I know…” Darius said, “But...but he’s just so small and adorable…” Cassie let out a sigh and chuckled to herself, shaking her head. Too see a big scary guy like Darius turn into a puddle of goo at the sight of a newborn baby...it was pretty funny. “What do you wanna name him?” she asked, clamping the cord and cutting it. “Jesse.” Darius said, “I...I wanna name him Jesse...after my dad.” “That’s a great name.” Eric said with a smile, “I’m sure your dad would like that very much.” Darius nodded, giving a tiny smile. “Yeah...I’m sure he would.”

#longmire #god this thing took me so damn long #mpreg #darius #eric soaring hawk #cassie singing earth

[mittensmorgul]

8.13, Everybody Hates Hitler.

So, we've finally reached the point in the season where the new plot arc has finally been established, the current mental state of each of the characters has been divulged, and yet there hasn't seemed to be a true Big Bad emerge yet...

Yes, we have Crowley hassling Kevin and the Winchesters over the Demon Tablet, *we* know that additionally there is an Angel Tablet out there lurking in the hazy future (but the Winchesters do not yet), and we have Naomi using Cas like a puppet to do murder before snatching him back off the playing field in 8.10. But who, really, is the Big Bad here? To this point, it SEEMS like a good idea to use the knowledge Kevin is prying out of the demon tablet to learn how to slam the gates of Hell, but honestly... WHAT GOOD HAS EVER COME FROM MESSING WITH THE NATURAL ORDER?!

(honestly if it were me faced with the tablets, I would've ground them into sand, mixed them into batches of concrete all over the world, and scattered them so thinly they'd never be found no matter how many prophets or angels or demons go hunting for them)

But let's backburner that for when it will become relevant again (like, in the next episode, but I just wanted that laid out for context here). Let's look at the pointed context we get for things made out of clay and given unimaginable power by WORDS they contain.

The Golem.

AARON When I was – when I was bar mitzvahed, my – my grandfather gave me this little old book. It was in Hebrew. It was like an owner's manual for a Golem. DEAN Okay. Great. Get that, then. AARON I – I can't, exactly. When I went to high school, I sort of... drifted. I started getting off the academic track, and, uh, I kind of, um... I kind of smoked it. GOLEM The boy smoked the pages. AARON They were these thin, vellum-y pages. I mean, it was perfect for rolling. Look, they were driving instructions for a clay man. Okay? It was nonsense. Right? I mean… I... Okay. All right. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Why can't you just tell me what I don't know?! GOLEM [slamming his hands onto the table and leaning over it] It's not my place to guide the rabbi, to teach the teacher! It's not my place! Yifalchunbee!

He smoked the "driving instructions for a clay man." And now he's got a clay man he's sort of intuitively "reading" and "operating," but no real idea what he's doing with it. Sam and Dean are not comforted by this fact, considering the obvious potential danger the golem potentially poses without the understanding and knowledge to implement his power, you know? Without that knowledge, Aaron's basically flying by the seat of his pants, hoping this magically powered hunk of clay is A Good Thing and not A Dangerous Thing...

Sorta like the Demon Tablet, right? Just a magical bit of clay, powered by word, with no instruction manual and just assumptions and hopes they're interpreting it correctly. There's no warning labels, no explanations, just the Word.

AARON So, that's your plan – taking out my Golem? SAM It's not a plan. DEAN We would just feel a lot better if we knew how. That's all. AARON What makes you think you have any right to make that decision? DEAN Believe me, if we need the right, we will take it. AARON Look, he may be a pain in the ass, but he's my responsibility. SAM Look, the Golem was built to go to war. You're not trained for that. How are you gonna take that on? AARON I don't know.

Lots of unanswered questions. Unanswered BIG questions. Questions that one should really know the answers to before deciding to "take that right" to make unilateral decisions over things, you know? Like they've taken the right to decide to shut the gates of Hell, because on the surface (pffft) it sounds like a really good thing to do. What could go wrong with locking away demons forever, right? Demons have been fucking over Winchesters as long as they've been alive, and what a perfect way to get a lifetime worth of revenge and ensure the safety of the world, right?

More on that as the rest of the season unfolds, but we need to talk about the other half of this episode. The Bunker. The legacy that now belongs to Sam and Dean, and handed to them in the form of a Key, described as not only a secure building warded against every evil, but also a storehouse of every bit of lore encompassing thousands of years. Safety, home, comfort, knowledge, strength... it's everything they could've wished for, you know? Hewn from earth and filled with words... possibly too many words to ever read and understand them all.

But this is a revelation of a legacy for them to have discovered. Sam is fascinated by what makes it work. He can't figure out how they have water pressure or electricity, and yet they do... He wants to understand this building for what it is, while Dean takes immediately to just experiencing it. He literally makes himself at home, exploring it for its resources and claiming them as his own (from wearing the dead guy robe and slippers to casually playing with a sword on display). Sam needs to understand the place before he can allow himself to feel comfortable there, but Dean just... feels comfortable there. (which we'll also see first-hand in the next episode only to have it all stood on its head... so keep this in mind).

So we have Dean just... casually accepting things and saying them out loud without shame:

Dean: The, uh, water pressure in the Letters' shower room is marvelous.

Dean: That's weird. I thought I was being followed earlier. Turned out to be a gay thing. Sam: What? Dean: Nothing. You need a hand?

Dean: Sammy, I think we found the Batcave.

But Sam sees it in a different way, and doesn't even understand that they're still effectively seeing the same thing, but from different perspectives:

SAM Yeah. I still can't figure out how we even have water... or electricity. [He walks to the shelves to get another book.] DEAN Yep, well, I am putting that under the "ain't broke" column.

SAM Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center.

Sam: Dean, look, I think we might have something here – something that could help us, help humanity. Henry certainly thought so. I mean, you know damn well we could use a break. What if we finally got one? Are you gonna take off the dead-guy robe?

And by the end of the episode, they've both begun to settle in, despite their different approaches to what that means:

DEAN What're you doing? DEAN opens the refrigerator as SAM sits down. SAM Ordering – I'm making a, uh, card entry for our, uh, copies from the Thule's red ledger for our collection.

Yeah, Dean's already installed a small fridge for drinks in the library, already putting his own stamp on the place and making it his own, but in his different way, Sam is also doing the same by putting his mark on the place with an official entry card for the filing system. (Yeah, Dean puts the beer back and instead pours them each some whiskey from a fancy bottle into some fancy glasses, but while Sam studiously works at the table, Dean reclines with his feet up on the table... their two different approaches in one nice image).

That can't possibly last...

The final bit of the whole “legacy” theme-- that the bunker is now a concrete (pffft) part of her family history through the Winchester side-- is one of the first mentions of Mary in a long time:

AARON: Take a seat. So... your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too? DEAN Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins – the whole family was lousy for it, but we... [he looks at the GOLEM, which is still pacing] never had a Golem. SAM : Right. Yeah. We, um, we grew up in it, but you... didn't?

as I go to post this, I remember what the final song playing as the episode ends, “Sunny side of the street,” and recalled a tweet I saw this morning regarding the horrific heat wave we’re experiencing rn: Who the HELL wants to walk on the sunny side of the street?! Stay in the shade...

#spn 8.13 #s14 hellatus rewatch #sam sympathizes and dean empathizes #it's spirals all the way down #hubris is bad #heh i knew i'd need that tag again sooner than later... #spiders georg of the tnt loop #ugh i hit post before I was done typing... this is what i get for trying to eat pudding and type at the same time :P

[crazedlunatic]

They’re all gone!

“Something is very, very wrong in the world.”

Bob, who was mostly asleep on the couch despite knowing there was a guinea pig loose in the house and he was highly allergic, cracked open an eye. “I’m tired.”

“You can’t sleep right now! What’s wrong with you? There is obviously some parallel universe merging with ours or the world is about to end because they’re all gone so we need to take advantage of it.” Sarah looked at him like he was crazy.

“And do what?” Bob yawned and then gave her a funny look

“I don’t know. Pretend we’re not almost past the mid forties age? We could get drunk or go have sex somewhere we shouldn’t… or even just have sex at all. I’m willing to let you in my pants even though I’m this pregnant.”

“You haven’t been able to wear pants in two and a half months, Sar. All you’ve been wearing is dresses.”

“Easy access?” She gave him a look. “While you’ve been playing Sleeping Beauty, Jake picked up Sammy since they’re taking the girls to that exhibit, Charlie and Brady don’t live here anymore… Shouldn’t we take advantage of the situation?”

“Uh, we do have the mini you running around here. Wait, why’s it so quiet?”

“I told you. All of the kids are gone. Literally all of them! Mallory picked Em up three minutes ago. She’s going to Aroostook with them—and, yes, I told them they are not to let her see my parents or aunts and uncles at any cost for even two minutes… not that your brother or Mallory would have let that happen anyway… or my brothers, who she will get to see…”

“Wait.” Bob sat up. “We have not had a day without kids—even more than one hour outside of the workday without a kid, since we were 21.”

“I know! I don’t know what to do. I cleaned this morning thinking we were going to do something with Em, you and she got the groceries yesterday, Sam took care of the turtles, and I put out random tufts of hay for Henry whenever and wherever he chooses to show up.” Sarah said. “Do you think the apocalypse is coming? No matter what is going on, sex is the answer. Where would the riskiest place be in New York City? I’ll go get the laptop.”

Bob looked around the room from his seat on the couch, very confused. “Maybe our dear president has come up with a plan to take all kids… and it wasn’t really Jake and Mallory that took them… it’s all robots and they’re going to use them for the worser bad.”

“Worser bad?”

“You know… like greater good? But the opposite?”

“You’re one of the top fifteen lawyers in the county and that is what you come up with? The state of the country really is in disarray.” Sarah joked.

“I don’t know what to do… Should I go to work?”

“Is it Saturday? Maybe it was a dream and we’re supposed to be at work… although if I got fired, I’d be totally okay with it.”

“Yeah, no you wouldn’t. You’d cry for days because you’re pregnant and hormonal.”

“That’s true.” Sarah sighed. “Plus, I like knowing Charlie’s alive the days we work together at least. He’s just so busy.”

“Yeah. He’s us at 22.” Bob nodded. “Baby, school, and a job.”

“I don’t know what to do without kids.” Sarah whined. “Let’s just have sex here—”

Bob perked up.

Sarah stood and then cringed. “Never mind. He just woke up.”

Bob groaned.

“You’re the one that freaks out when the babies kick during sex. You only have yourself to blame.” Sarah shrugged. “I could care less. He kicks me all day anyway.”

“Yeah, no.” Bob sighed.

Both of their eyes lit up when the door opened and Blaine came in.

“Thank God!” Sarah went to hug him.

“Hi.” Blaine hugged her back, giving Bob a confused look.

Sure, Sarah had given him hugs before. But not as soon as he walked in the door. Honestly, she was usually busy attempting to control Emily or arguing with Sam to get him to leave Fortnite and ‘spend five minutes with the family.’ Which usually then led to Bob demanding he come and spend fifteen minutes with them after Sam ignored Sarah.

“They’re all gone!” Sarah said. “But you’re here now so all is right in the world.”

Bob shook his head and covered his face… mainly because Blaine didn’t know Sarah that well.

“Do I ever get to meet your partner? You need to bring him over. I know weekdays are tough because Robbie makes you stay until 11:00 at night.” Sarah said. “But—”

“I what?” Bob looked at her. “Sar, he’s not doing cases yet. He has to… you know… pass the bar exam. All he does is watch me and I don’t make anybody stay until 11:00 at night!”

“God, that must be horrible having to watch him all day.” Sarah looked at Blaine, facial expression very serious. “Is he paying you to pretend to like him? Level with me here.”

“No.” Blaine laughed.

“It was the hug after the talk about your parents, wasn’t it? He gives really good hugs. He has since we were eleven.” Sarah looked thoughtful. “It can’t be your sunny disposition, Robbie.”

Blaine bit back a smile as Sarah smiled sweetly at Bob.

“He wasn’t always this grumpy.” She told Blaine, looking back at him. “If he would lower his number of cases, he would be a lot happier.”

“Each case brings the firm more money which brings me more money which really means it brings you more money to spend on expensive clothes for our eight year old.” Bob said. “You were the one who was so gung ho about Tammy and I opening CMJ in the first place.”

“Well, we needed the extra money.”

“Well… we’ll need the extra money again if I cut down my caseload.”

“Don’t text your mother or sister!” Sarah reached over and grabbed the cell phone he had just unlocked. “Cut the cord.”

Bob glared at her, handing her his other phone since she was still holding her hand out. Without even looking at Blaine he said, “Shut up, Blaine.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Blaine said, trying not to smile.

“I don’t know why everyone is so scared of him.” Sarah said.

“It’s because he’s so quiet.” Blaine answered. “I think it makes people nervous.”

“Yeah. You and Ryan say he’s quiet but I don’t see it when he’s home.” Sarah said.

Blaine looked at Bob, surprised.

“Then again you were really quiet until we had dated for a couple of months… but you haven’t really shut up since.” Sarah looked at Bob and then Blaine. “He was so cute. He used to have all of these freckles and he was so quiet but so sweet… that boy is gone. He is still sweet, though.”

Bob rolled his eyes and muttered something. Blaine didn’t catch most of it but did hear ‘always bringing up my freckles.’

“Are you excited for the baby?” Blaine asked her.

“We are. Honestly, we weren’t even supposed to be able to get pregnant with Emily so it’s more exciting.” She smiled. “I think the timing coinciding with the big move and Robbie’s dad dying makes it a little more difficult but, you know… we always wanted a big family. I have three siblings, he’s got four… and his mom is super over the moon about it… she kind of baby’s Robbie still, though, so there was no surprise there.”

“It’s true.” Bob admitted. “I think it’s because I’m the youngest and quietest.”

“Enough about us! How are you? What did you go to undergrad for? Do you like to read or are you more of a movie person?” Sarah asked interestedly. “Sorry. The last three times I’ve seen you I’ve had to run out for work or I’ve been wrangling children so I have to take advantage now…”

“Oh.” Blaine looked surprised as Bob rolled his eyes.

“Well I have an English degree from UK—well, the University of Kentucky.” Blaine said. “I’m from a small town in Ohio and went to an all-boys school. I’m pretty boring… and I love books but really like movies too.”

“UK and English? But you’re about to be a lawyer?”

“Honestly I had no idea what to do.” Blaine admitted. “I was kind of, uhm, preoccupied the two years you were supposed to focus on that in high school, so I didn’t even declare until I was in the beginning of my fourth semester.”

“Did you get a scholarship?” She asked eagerly.

Bob looked at her, confused, but must have chose to let his pregnant wife go for it.

“I actually got four scholarships but not to UK. I got four soccer ones… I turned them down to be closer to Kurt, though.”

“Brady played soccer but he’s not doing it in college. He was a goal keeper most of the time but there were a few times he would be put in as a midfielder. He didn’t like that a lot, though. What were you?”

“Center forward so the one that always got knocked down.” Blaine laughed. “But I’m shorter so it saved me from getting knocked down more.”

“So tell me about Kurt. You’re older than him?”

“Well we’re the same age but his birthday fell after right after the age cut off for schools… but he was in a graduate program at Parson’s here in the city. It’s two years and Harvard is three so we still graduated the same year… We were really happy that CMJ opened an office here because the long distance was really hard.” Blaine bit his lip.

“The worst!” Sarah agreed. “It’s awful being only ‘a few hours away’ but being so busy that you can barely see each other… and when you do, you’re so tired from school and traveling to see each other… I couldn’t do that again.”

“Luckily we won’t have to.” Bob said.

“What does Kurt do?” Sarah asked Blaine.

“He actually works for Marc Jacobs… he had an internship in school before but he accepted a real job and he’s kind of… already the second highest person ranked under Marc.” Blaine bit his lip. “Which is honestly kind of crazy. We thought it would take years.”

“Wait, what?” Sarah asked.

“Who is that?” Bob asked.

Sarah turned to look at him and asked, “What rock do you live under?”

“The rock of CMJ and the Colloway household?” Bob asked.

“He’s a really popular fashion designer based out of here. Kurt works on a lot of the pieces that get put out.” Blaine said. “Marc really likes him so he’s moving up pretty quick.”

“Oooh, he’s going to be so rich one day.” Sarah said. “What does he wear to work?”

Bob gave her a weird look. “What kind of question is that?”

“Well I read that designers don’t really dress up for work. They save the creativity for creating designs.” Sarah shrugged.

“He actually usually just wears jeans or work pants and a button down. He dressed up at first but after the first six months he just… did exactly what you said. Unless there’s a big visit or client or something and then he’ll spend days picking out an outfit to wear… only to change it the morning of.” Blaine laughed. “He said there was not point in dressing up otherwise since he was high up enough and he’d already impressed Marc.”

“Have you met him?” Sarah asked.

“No.” Blaine shook his head. “Not yet but I think we’re supposed to go to his house or somewhere for dinner sometime soon so… that’ll be interesting, I guess?”

“Do you care about fashion at all?”

“Uhm… well, I like to look nice and I have good clothes for work and when I need to dress up… but I never wear anything like that outside of work. Okay, well, not too dressy at least. In the summer I like shorts and t-shirts which kills him… waiting four hours for him to get ready to gout kills me, so I guess it evens out.”

“Do you have friends here?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yeah!” Blaine nodded. “My two best friends actually have jobs here in New York City and I’m pretty close with someone at the office. We went to Harvard together… he’s actually getting married to his partner soon.”

“Matthew Caldwell?! Oh my God. I love him. Honestly when I found out he was gay, I really kind of wished that Charlie was gay and not already married because I just love him so much. He’s hilarious and he’s always got that dopey grin… and he’s built.”

“Matt is barely 23 and we’ve known him since he was 7, Sar.” Bob looked at her like she was crazy. “Did you really wish Charlie was gay?”

“No… Maybe as long as we still get to have Katie every other weekend.” Sarah paused. “However, I’m not entirely convinced about Brady still even if he’s got this girlfriend. I’m sorry. A mom knows when her baby is in love and he’s not in love with that girl… so I’m kind of hoping he’ll come out.”

“Brady is not gay.” Bob looked at her like he was crazy again. “It’s his first girlfriend. Do you know how many Jake went through before he and Liz just dated and let us all get on with the rest of our lives?”

“Mmmh, we’ll see.” She shrugged.

“I think I would know if he was gay.” Bob looked at Blaine. “Is he gay?”

“I’ve… only met him twice. Maybe three times?” Blaine said as if it were a question. “I don’t know? I don’t think I have very good gaydar. Kurt could probably tell you. Sorry.”

“No. It’s okay.” She sighed. “So… movies or books?”

“Books.”

“Very important question…” Sarah said slowly.

Bob rolled his eyes.

“Harry Potter… or Lord of the Rings?” Sarah asked.

“That’s not even a question. I read the Sorcerer’s Stone, Chamber of Secret, Prisoner of Azkaban, and Half Blood Prince within, like, eight hours… Order of the Phoenix took longer because when Sirius died, part of me died with him… Goblet of Fire was two days but only because I had the flu… and Deathly Hallows took a week because I got spoiled and couldn’t bear to read it because Dobby? And Fred?” Blaine said. “You lure us in with great characters and then you kill them all… then you say Dumbledore is gay and, excuse me, why isn’t she mentioning that in the book?” Blaine huffed.

“Okay…” Bob said slowly. “He and Charlie could be the same person.”

“I know!” Sarah gasped. “I was thinking that! What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Uhm I went to Canada, got really drunk, Wes’ head went through a hotel wall, and we smuggled a dog back into the country? I mean, that doesn’t compare to the DUI but you already know that.” Blaine nodded. “Oh and… actually go to law school. That was crazy.”

“Are you and Kurt going to get married and have kids?”

“Yeah, eventually.” Blaine nodded. “We’ve talked about it but everything is pretty hectic right now. We’ve been together since we were 17, though, and his dad is definitely pushing hard for it.”

“Oh, I bet his parents love you. You’re precious.” Sarah gasped.

“They like me enough.” Blaine laughed, somewhat embarrassed. “I’ve been in the family a long time so they’re honesty like my family now.”

“That’s how Bob’s family is with me.” Sarah smiled and then looked at Bob. “He’s too sweet. You better not corrupt him.”

“How would I corrupt him?”

“Look at Sam.” She said and turned to Blaine. “I know that Sam doesn’t look anything like Robbie but, looks aside, he is his father. They literally sleep in the same position, make the same facial expressions… he even does the ‘yep’ thing and the annoyed ‘I wish murder was legal’ expression.”

Blaine laughed as one of Bob’s phone began to rang.

Sarah looked at it, scowled, and handed it over.

“Hey, Tammy.” Bob sighed, leaving the room.

Blaine looked at Sarah. “Does that happen a lot?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “It’ll happen to you too, I’m sure. There’s always something coming up.”

“That must suck.” Blaine frowned.

“No. I mean, it does but you get used to it. There’s no point in getting upset over it because I know he can’t help it.” She smiled. “I hope you know you are welcome here any time. Robbie really cares about you and the kids all love you. So, I hope you won’t feel weird or anything but I guess I’m kind of adopting you too since we’re a joint package.”

Blaine smiled back. “He’s been really great. You both have, really.”

“Oh, he’s the best. He’s got a really good heart and he is amazing with the kids and with his family… and he’ll go out of his way to help anyone.” She made herself more comfortable on the couch, looking at him.

“Is it weird?”

“He’s the weird one, not you. Just accept it.” Sarah laughed a bit. “I don’t have a great family either so he’s had the protective bone for a very long time. He’s the sweetest but he’ll also probably go to jail to protect the ones he loves… and he does love you. I think he probably did a long time before that day when he told you. I promise that he is not the one to use that word lightly. I think he probably loved me for a year before he actually said it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He used to get really anxious and he can also be shy.” She nodded, voice quieter—probably because she was talking about Bob and he was in the next room. “It’s gotten a lot better since he started law and had to force himself to talk to people more and stuff, though. As much as he can hate being a lawyer sometimes, it’s really done a lot of good for him mentally.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad family.” Blaine looked at her.

“I’m sorry you did too… but you did very well in finding a Bob.” She scrunched up her nose. “That sounds so weird. Bob. But he says anything is better than Robert.”

“I think it’s odd to hear you and Jake call him Robbie.” Blaine admitted.

“Oh, the more you’re around the more you’ll hear it. I’m pretty sure only people at the office or acquaintances only call him Bob.” She said. “However, if you ever go to Maine with us, all you’ll hear is Robbie or Rob—and he hates to be called Rob more than Robert.”

“That’s good to know because if he annoys me, I can call him that.”

“I knew I was going to like you.” Sarah grinned. “I guess the whole point of this conversation is… welcome to the family.”

“Thanks.” Blaine said, a little embarrassed but also relieved that Bob’s wife seemed to really like him too.

“Marc Jacobs, though? For real?” She asked as Bob came back in.

“Wanna go to Dairy Queen?” Bob asked, not aware she had just asked a question.

“Oh my God. I love you!” Sarah hopped up before he even finished the sentence and headed to the door.

“2:00 like clockwork.” Bob laughed, coming up to Blaine. “She is so predictable when she’s pregnant.”

“She’s really nice.”

“Mmmh that’s what you think now. Give it a couple of months and see her yell at Sammy. Then you’ll see her true colors.” Bob joked, motioning for Blaine to go through the front door. “People think I’m scary but you don’t want to piss her off.”

“Nobody judge me but I’m going to get a medium. I would get large but the doctor said I needed to cool it… although I still go at least twice a day.” Sarah announced, climbing into the back seat.

“I can sit in the back!” Blaine said.

“Already down and I need at least five minutes before I can get back up or I might pee.” Sarah chirped.

“Too much information, Sarah.” Bob groaned. “Way too much information.”

“Well don’t knock me up again and you won’t have to hear it again after February.”

Bob gave Blaine a look, opening the driver’s door.

“I saw that, Robbie.”

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[doomedandstoned]

Meet Corey G. Lewis, The Dude Who’s Bringing Grunge Back

~By Jamie LaRose~

Art by Ben House

With the new album sinking into our consciousness, 'Deathspiration' (2018) by The Misery Men invokes the necessity to dig a bit deeper into the creative processes behind its craft. I had the chance to follow-up with Corey G. Lewis, mastermind of the music, and take a glimpse at the band's evolution as portrayed by sound. Deathspiration was recorded and mixed by Steve Jones of Ancient Warlocks at Big Sound Productions in Seattle, and features Jones as drummer.

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The intro track is reminiscent of reflections, leading into a blasting presence of a second track. This album seems to tell a diverse story, can you explain some of the inspiration behind Deathspiration?

Well the intro track is sort of an homage to Neil Young’s Dead Man soundtrack. I’m also really into Dylan Carlson and EARTH. Before I discovered Earth, I’d always described The Misery Men as, Western Doom Noir. That’s evolved into me describing it as Stone Drone. Nevertheless it’s reminiscent of the space between the notes, and the chaos that occurs. The song Sughrue is about C.W. Sughrue, a character from the book Last Good Kiss by the late great James Crumley, also an old friend. Sughrue is a Private Dick that goes off looking for missing woman. “Like a train” barreling down the highway, from Montana to Mexico.

Oh, most importantly, the inspiration behind Deathspiration is the evolution of me as a human. The cathartic shedding of skin. "Harnessing the Darkness" and riding the waves. Sometimes I feel we might be desperate to reach death, to know the truths, while we attempt to be inspired to live life, as we pass through all the adversity, and perspiring blood, sweat, and tears in these moments of our existence.

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Do you have any secrets of sound to share? What types of techniques present The Misery Men persona?

My secret sound really is simplicity, and the ghost of Leo Fender haunting my amp. I run a 70’s Music Man 112 RP 65-watt amp with an EV bass speaker, through a 2x12 THD Cab, with a phaser pedal, and a Little Big Muff. A wall of fuzz, that is grizzly, meaty, and punchy. I don’t really try to be the tone guy, but I get more compliments about my tone than anything else.

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"Night Creeps In" presents itself to me as the vertex of the Deathspiration story, it feels ritualistic and defining. Are there any rituals you perform while in the writing process?

This song in particular was written after a girl I was dating for only a week, told me she was going to kill herself. It was pretty heavy, and at the time she texted me, I was walking past Lone Fir Cemetery and wrote her, “sometimes the night creeps in, looking wretched weak and thin. Smiling with its meathook grin.” It was a very heavy experience. When I wrote this song about seven years ago, I was just really getting deep into Dax Riggs of Acid Bath. He’s definitely had a big impact on my music writing since moving to Portland.

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Aside from the release of Deathspiration, are there any other exciting current happenings with The Misery Men?

We played at Dante’s not long ago with Chris Newman Deluxe Combo. Chris is quintessential to the Portland rock scene and to the whole Pacific Northwest in general. He is famous for his band Napalm Beach, who released their first album in 1981. Without Napalm Beach, The Wipers, and Dead Moon, well Seattle “Grunge” just wouldn’t sound the same. We might all still be playing Hair Metal!

Officially, Deathspiration has been out since last December, but this week it will launch on all digital platforms worldwide. This fall around September or October, expect a new two-part album to drop digitally, recorded by Witch Mountain and The Skull’s own Rob Wrong! It’ll feature 3-4 different local bass players and a couple local drummers, all guitars and vocals have been recorded, and bass/drums will be done by July/August. So far, we've got interest from bass players Billy Anderson (yes, the famous Sleep producer), Matt Howl (Mammoth Salmon), Wayne Boucher (Troll), and Jaden Mcginiss (Legendary Peavy owner, Doorman, Boudicca). All of this will be recorded in Rob’s basement, the same basement Elliott Smith practiced in.

I decided that my second album needed to be done sooner than later, after the 1st was seven years in the making. Deathspiration was recorded in Seattle with Ancient Warlocks drummer Steve Jones, I’m very happy with the way it turned out, it was analog with no filters, no frills, just my raw intensity. The second though I feel needs to be done here in Portland, it is after all according to Greg Sage, DoomTown. Unlike the first one, it’ll be all digital, but still raw and real, capturing my live performance sound. I’m also likely going to have a variety of drummers on the album playing different songs, perhaps even some legendary Portland drummers!

This week I begin practicing with a new drummer for two upcoming gigs. On Saturday, July 6th, we'll be playing with Chronoclops and Stereo Creeps from Seattle at Misdemeanor Meadows in Portland. It's a free show. Then on Friday, July 26th, The Misery Men will be rocking Gil's Speakeasy for a $5 show that includes The Sleer and Breath. I'm Working on gigs for August on through the Fall.

Do you have any memories of childhood that are notably similar to your current state of mind? What type of things about your childhood self were spot-on about who you become? What was your favorite toy?

I knew I’d always wanted to be a Rock n’ Roller or an actor in films. Like pretty much as long as I could remember. I dressed up almost every Halloween as a Punk Rocker in the '80s. My first concert of grand scale was Poison and Warrant 1989, in Bozeman, Montana -- I was in 5th grade. That show changed my life. I also dug rocks in my grandparent’s backyard, but not for pleasure -- my grandfather took advantage of child labor! I’m a rocker through and through. I think I’ve followed my dreams pretty spot on.

Favorite toys were probably GI Joe’s, Star Wars, or my SEGA Genesis. I also built wood swords from fence posts and painted them with finger nail polish as a kid. Think I may have accidentally got high!

What was the moment when you could feel music has become a part of your life? How has writing music helped you, and those around you?

Well, ever since I could remember music was a part of my life. Listening to my mom’s old tapes and records as a kid really impacted me. I was always surrounded by music, my grandparents owned a Rock n’ Roll bar I’m the ‘60s, '70s, and '80s, called The Wrangler Bar in Livingston, MT. It’s featured in the film Rancho Deluxe about some wild young cattle rustlers, starring Jeff Bridges, and Sam Waterson. There’s a scene with Jimmy Buffett playing "Livingston Saturday Night" while Jeff and Sam play Pong. I’ve played that same machine as a kid! There was always a jukebox, I loved playing Jefferson Starship's "We Built This City," Joan Jett's "I Love Rock n’ Roll," Ozzy's "Bark at the Moon," Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" and "Hell Is For Children," and Billy Squire's "The Stroke"!

In 7th and 8th grades, I really was into The Doors, The Beatles, Hendrix, and I was in a English class for kids who couldn’t really focus on reading Lord Of The Rings. In this class our teacher would have us listen to our favorite music at home, then with the feelings we got, write our own poetry. I often listened to Hendrix, especially Axis: Bold As Love and Electric LadyLand, so there were plenty of references to fantasy in my early lyrics. This really helped me learn to become a lyricist, and take an interest in poetry. Most importantly, it gave me an outlet. Around the same time, I got heavy into Henry Rollins. When I saw the video for "Liar" with Hank all painted red, I thought, “I wanna be that guy!” I bought Get in The Van and it became my Bible. All the while I was into Nirvana, Alice In Chains, and Soundgarden.

Is there a way to describe when you feel most productive or most relaxed? How is your state of mind best explained while writing music?

I’m most productive when I feel inspired. Or when the Sun is out and I’m well rested. I like the Sun, except in extreme heat, then I wanna murder the Sun. I was born at night, so I’m a Moon child. I definitely get more inspired and productive writing at night. A few years ago when I was reworking an old song that turned out to be Harness The Darkness, I took a wee bit of LSD or mushrooms -- I’m more of a microdose kind of guy -- found myself going down some deep wormholes to connect a lot of dots that would go on to make up the six verses of the song, that I eventually dropped into four, because it was the most exhausting song to play! I’m a Beatnik kid. I got into the Beat style of writing early on. So, letting the stream of consciousness come flowing out seems to work well for me. I can keep a pretty decent rhyme or off rhyme too.

What is the most peculiar thing that anyone has ever said to you?

Hmmmm. Can you keep a secret? From experience, always tell them no, because sometimes people will lay some heavy shit on you, and maybe you didn’t want to be that person to carry their burden. I’m not a Priest, or a therapist, sometimes it’s fine to listen to friends, but there’s some things you can’t unhear or unsee!

Do you have a message for the universe?

I call it the "Megaverse," as coined by quantum physicist Leonard Susskind -- but my message is to be real, be compassionate, be loving, be forgiving, be understanding, be courageous, be ever evolving, and in the words of E.T.: “Beeeeee Gooooooddd.”

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[sweetiecelin]

The Hunter’s Girl (Sam x Reader)

Chapter  1

“Sam?” A familiar voice spoke from behind the brothers.

“(Y/n), thank god you still-” Sam started but was cut off.

“Get the hell away from here. You got the hell outta Dodge the first time, do it again.”

(Y/n) shoved through the brothers and made a beeline for the door, but Sam jogged after her and grabbed a tight hold on her wrist,”Please, just listen, I just wanna talk.”

“You just wanna talk? Get your hand the hell off of me before I break it, Samuel.” (Y/n) spoke intending to keep her promise.

Sam quickly let go,” Please (Y/n), let me and my brother help- talk to you. We’re gonna try and save lives, bare with us.”

(Y/n) met his pleading eyes with a glare that could kill him, “ No. If you don’t get off my property, you and your dear brother will get arrested.”

She leaned close to his ear,” Don’t forget that I have friends in high places, Sam. I don’t like you, so they don’t like you; Don’t forget it.”

She turned  on her heel and unlocked the door, “Oh and Dean, hope your brother told you about me.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, Sam turned facing his brother with a sour face, “Don’t tell me… she’s a werewolf?”

“No, close human raised with the wolves.”

Dean looked at his brother, “Like Tarzan?” Sam nodded his direction of the car. Dean took the hint and started on his way, “So definitely like Tarzan.”

“No, No, she isn’t like Tarzan. She’s like a werewolf, she is going to protect the leader with everything she’s got.”

“So did you two…?” Dean questioned once the car doors closed.

“Almost, one night. The night you called.”

“Did I y’know, interrupt?” Dean asked, suddenly more interested.

“Not that it matt-” Sam started coughing, what came up made Dean chuckled.

“So, I did interrupt, man I-” Dean started.

Sam rolled his eyes, “It doesn’t matter okay? She’s moved on with her life, probably.”

Dean started the car and pulled out, heading to the local diner, “There’s always a chance that she didn’t. How knows Sammy, she could be your true love.”

“Shut up, Dean. She and I are too different to even make it work; She was raised by werewolves and they respect her, I’m a hunter and- and it just won’t work.”

“It worked before didn’t it?”

(Y/n) was in the kitchen dancing to the radio as she cooked breakfast, she wanted to make sure that Sam’s morning was better than the past few. He looked like he had been to Hell and back a few times, she decided that Mama Maggie’s famous hangover breakfast can help his nightmares. She had heard him crying out for a man named Dean in his sleep.

Sam had walked in on (Y/n) dancing in the kitchen in a thin tank top and men's boxer shorts, “Is this your morning ritual?”

(Y/n) squeaked and jumped out of her skin, “Fuck! Jesus, you scared me, Sam!”

Sam raised his hands in a defensive manner and chuckled, “Heh, sorry it’s a habit to move around quietly.”

“So…. how’d you sleep last night? You’ve woken me up if you needed anything, you know that right?” (Y/n) quickly said trying to make her guest comfortable, but failing miserably.

“I slept fine. Um, thanks for letting me sleep here for now.”

(Y/n) offered Sam a gentle smile “It’s fine. Going through a loss can be tough of people. Even the strongest tend to break.”

“So, if you want I can try and get a job and pay rent as much as I can to help out you know?”

“Decided you’re going to stay?” (Y/n)’s smile never changing,

“Heh, yeah, I’m thinking about stay settling down for a few months.” He confessed, looking at her.

“What are you good at?” She spoke trying to help him.

“Um, I’m good at manual labor, people, I guess. Nothing else comes to mind.”

“Ya like books?”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, I kind’ve got a love for reading..”

“My buddy who owns the best bookstore in town is looking for some help around the store. Look I know this sounds like something a teenager would accept but he pays well.”

“I guess, I’ll look into.”

“My bar also has an opening- Well it isn’t really my bar it’s owned by a kind woman, I just help manage it.”

Sam got taken out of his daydream, with Dean snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“Dude, snap out of it. You good? Because we’re at the diner.”

Sam sighed, ”Can’t you just go in and get the food? I’ll wait here.”

“No. C’mon Sammy, we’re not going to have you spun out of whack by some chick.” Dean hopped out of the car and waited by the front of it until Sam hopped out.

“Fine, Dean! Let’s just get this over with.” Sam got out of the car and entered the diner and the whole place fell silent.

Tracy, one of the pack members,  walked up to the brothers with a fake smile plastered on her lips, “If you could kindly pick a seat, one of our staff with shortly assist you, hunters.”

Once that word left her tongue, the older male, members of the pack started growling lowly at the men. Sam sent a pleading look in Tracy’s direction.

“C’mon Tracy, don’t do this.”

“Do what? Make sure you hurt, just like (Y/n) did once you left without a trace? I think I’ll keep doing this, you son of a-”

“Tracy!” Henry’s alpha voice boomed through the diner, ”We don’t treat people like this, no matter how many times they hurt us.”

“But, Hen- Alpha, he hu-”

“He hurt (Y/n) I know, but she isn’t pack of the pack. The rules don’t apply to her.”

Tracy rolled her eyes, then glared at the brothers, “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. Including hunters and Pack Alpha. We respectfully ask you to leave our establishment.”

Henry placed a hand on Sam’s back,”Don’t worry, we can dine at the bar. Like old times, Sam.”

(Y/n) and Sam had strolled into the bar. (Y/n) smiled at the bartender and the barflies that had been there since opening.

“Hey, Josie. You know that favor that you owe me?” (Y/n) smiled widely at the bartender.

“You finally calling it in?” The older women teased.

“Well, I thought it was about time, after what..  Fourteen years?  My friend Sam here needs a job.”

Josie sighed “Not hiring at the moment hun.”

“C’mon Jos, Kathy ain’t gonna be lifting the heavy packages with that baby of hers, then her maternity leave.”

“You good at bartending, child?” Josie questioned skeptically.

Sam nodded,” Yes, ma’am, A family friend used to run a bar a few years ago, my brother and I used to help out when it got to busy.”

“Mmm, I guess you’re qualified enough. You start tomorrow night.”

Henry and the Winchester Brothers entered the bar and the normal buzz of Joe’s was almost nonexistent. Josie glanced at the large men.

“What can I get you, boys?” She asked in an easy-going manner.

“Hey Mama Jo, could we get three home-grill burgers and three beers?”

“Of course… coming right up.” Josie turned around and gave the simple order to the cook and gave the men the beers.

“Now, Samuel Winchester, why did you decide to come back?”

Sam choked on his beer “A case… the mur-” Dean had kicked his brother's leg “What the hell man?”

“What? I did nothing.”

“Now, Y'all working a murder case in our town? Now that I think of it some patrons the past couple of weeks gave me a weird feeling.” Josie continued.

Dean glanced at the woman “What did you mean?”

“A couple of rough looking guys gave me an odd feeling. They felt like they had a certain motive.”

“(Y/n) say anything to you about it?”

“No, now that you say that, they were stalking her and a few other humans like they were prey. If anything those are-”

Henry cut her off “New members of the pack. Came here a few weeks ago, asked if they could join, some hunters killed their pack.”

Josie rolled her eyes “And you believe them? They looked like brutes, I doubt that their pack got easily killed by hunters.”

Dean couldn’t believe what was going on, a couple of werewolves were talking open werewolf business in front of two hunters, and his brother knew about this.

“You guys, uh know that Sammy here and myself are a couple of hunters, right?”

Josie and Henry looked at Dean, with a sarcastic look on their faces.

“Dean and Sam Winchester; saved the world a couple of times, sons of John Winchester, civilian-turned-hunter, and Mary Campbell, raised-hunter. I’ve known who you two are before Sam first sat down here.”

Sam chuckled “She’s like Bobby and Ellen, mixed into one minus the paranoia and hunter thing. She helps whoever needs to be helped.”

(Y/n) entered the bar and sighed “Look what I found. A mutt and a couple of hunters.”

Henry flipped her off without even looking at her “Sucking dick is the only thing you’re good at sweetheart.”

The younger female smiled “I’m also very good at pouring shots, Alpha.”

Josie sighed “(Y/n) apologize, now.”

“You’re not my mother.” (Y/n) snapped back.

“Shut up, I raised you that should be close enough.” Josie teased.

“I’m sorry Samuel.”

Josie sighed “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“Now, Sam apologize.” Henry and Dean both laughed.

Sam blew a raspberry “I shouldn’t apologize.”

Josie reached over the counter and smack the back of Sam’s head “You left her high and dry while you were going steady.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah. We were never going steady.”

“My bad, Y'all were courting each other.”

Henry and Dean just continued laughing. (Y/n) and Sam both looked at them and hit them.

Sam spoke up “Listen, me and (y/n) never gonna happen.”

(Y/n) chuckled “Not what you said the night you left. ‘I think  I’m falling in love with you’ ‘I don’t care what others think’ ‘We should be together’.“

“He was only saying those things to get into your pant sweetheart,” Dean spoke while he nursed his beer.

“No duh. No one could ever love a hunter.”

“(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), take that back.” Josie harshly commanded.

(Y/n) chugged the rest of her beer and got up “No, he doesn’t deserve any apologies, everything he touches gets destroyed.” She stormed out of the establishment and Henry went after her to calm her down.

Sam sighed “I knew we shouldn’t have come back. This is just a mistake, the pack will handle this like they always do.”

He started to get up when Josie spoke up “Sit your ass down, Sam. She’s just being overdramatic. But you are too.”

“How the hell am I being dramatic?” Sam tried to understand.

“Dude, you should’ve tried talking to her reasonably, tried to have understood how she felt after you left,” Dean said without thinking twice. “She must've been heartbroken after the fact that you up and left her leaving only a note behind.”

“Sam, my boy, you’re fucking stupid.” Josie disappointedly sighed.

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[ddeancas]

The Lady or the Tiger-(deancas)

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1.6K

Additional Tags: Mentions of homophobia, fem!Dean Winchester, fem!Castiel, Princess!Cas, Royal Family, Midevil Setting, Angst with a happy ending.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please read The Lady or the Tiger Narrative before you begin!

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Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it…

    This suspense had the crowd on the edge of their seats, completely silent. The princess, who now had stood at the edge of the canopy, hands rested on the back of her chair, had a grimace on her glowing face. As the door began to pull open slowly, even the princess who knew what awaited her lover had grown anxious to the result of her choice…

When the old mahogany door creaked open and the shone into the deep darkness that held its occupant, and the silhouette approached, the crowd had grown into a lull of whispers and gasps before breaking into a loud roar of glee. The young lady, her own sister, slowly shattering the denseness, and with that: the princess’ heart.

In that stillness that shook Evalengia, the princess, was ringed with jealousy and hatred. Her olive colored skinned hands clenching to white knuckles of rage, though she knew the result of her choice her anger still blazed on with a strong fury. Nevertheless, the planned outcome, tasted sweeter in Evalengia’s mouth. For her plan raced forward still, nothing yet to deter it.

Samuel, the young man, took one last worried glance at his lover and then, with a smile, embraced his new awaiting wife with a kiss. His now bride seemed as if she wanted to reel back from this grasp, how she could be unhappy with her new lover seemed to be mystery to the onlookers. But the princess watched this encounter with a knowing smirk, enjoying Kastiel’s misery.

Finally pulling out of this hold, Samuel turned and looped his arm around Kastiels waist, waving at the coterie with a simper look of joy, for he had not his lover but he did have the most angelic and charming dame throughout all of the kingdom. He seemed proud. Kastiel looked over the flock mournfully as the friar converged. Followed by a graceful dancing line of wondrous ladies, some blowing horns and others flamboyantly throwing ribbons and petals of blue into the air. At the end of this line tailed a young man holding two  pillows of lace, stained a deep baby blue. Atop each of the pillows sat two silver bands.

With the gleeful sound of the brass horns slowing into a low tempo of intimate hums, the friar took his place in between the two and cleared his throat,”Commoners! Today we invoke as a array to our mighty king, that all’s been decided by our mother nature of fate, and that Samuel’s  reward is fair!”

“Aye!” The crowd cheered joyously.

Smiling he continued,”Let us begin!” He projected across the echoing amphitheater, but before he could continue the sounds of gaiety ceased in quick rush.

There was the princess, moving toward the couple now, clenching the train of her dress up slightly as she crossed the cobble-stoned grounds, head held high in confidence. The king stood abruptly in protest, but his second stopped him, “Patience sire, the child is exhibiting class and confidence.”  

The king nods at this with a grunt,”I’ll not put up with her recklessness Henry, she shan’t make a fool of me, or it’ll be your head.” He rumbles lowly.

    “Yes, my king.” Henry answers quickly, his voice cracking with cowardice.

    Just as the princess made it to the sight before her a caw of a raven growled near by, fluttering its pitch black-oily wings and landing promptly next to her feet. Giving an eerie shadow of evil over the spectacle.

    Evalengia looked pleased, a beaming smile on her face as she bowed to the couple. Samuel had grown extremely still in his place, his arm rigid around Kastiels waist, but his wife bowing back to the royal successor broke his worried trance on the princess’ figure, he took his bend as well.

“Madam Princess..” Kastiel’s voice purred with a hint of malice, but she greeted the lady nevertheless.

Evalengia’s lips twitched with an unknown annoyance,”Kastiel..hello sister.” She gave a simple nod between the two then landed her brown orbs upon Samuel. “Sam-” The princess stopped herself and sighed,” Sir Widows.” She finished sharply, it sounded as if the words burned her tongue.

“Madam.” Samuel drew his eyes away from the princess and watched the cobblestone,”I thank the..mother of fate..” He huffs,”For her mercy upon I.”

“Well I do believe you chose wisely, sir knight, you must have a dove upon thy shoulder.” The princess retorted, watching the two.

“Surely.” He answered with a quiet murmur.

Evalengia clapped her hands together with a loud distinctive laugh,”Well! Well! Well! I am announcing now,” She turned to the audience, her arms held out elegantly,”I shall be throwing a ball for the lovely duo displayed before you! All of the most noble and tasteful are invited!”

Kastiel never looked up faster,”A ball?” She spoke up.

Evalengia turned to her,”Why yes! A ball! You shall have the most delicate and exquisite espousal that a ball could ever offer!”

“Sister stop this…” Kastiel began,”That is not-”

The princess stopped her,”Oh well of course it is! I shan’t have my blooming kin have a distasteful wedding! Beside, it is no trouble, really.” She persisted.

    And with that, Kastiel grew silent. There seemed no point for argument. It was inevitable that the day would come were she became barred to a man, she was royal blood, she could never express her buoyancy for other ladies. She would bring her family shame and would be burned to death by fire in a bundle of sticks. She knew she could never be able to be wed to her love.

“Okay.” She conceded,”There shall be a ball.”

“Excellent!” Evalengia clapped with joy, inauthentic glee of course, and grabbed her sister’s hand, looking back to the crowd,”Onward! We must make on our leave, we have a wedding to plan!”

This made the bunch cheer as Evalengia led her younger blood away, into the canopy and through the doors. Away they went to the castle…

It was just minutes before the ceremony was to begin and Kastiel now sat alone in her quarters, staring at the woman looking back at her in the mirror. Candles flickered all throughout the room, and a fire burning brightly behind her; this reminded her of the price she’d pay if the truth were released. She loved her maiden, but the punishment for that would be everlasting. And she would never see her fair lady again.

Kastiel was dressed in the finest of gowns and linen. Her dress beaded with blue and green jewels along her bust and down her waist, the cloth of the dress a faded white, and the train puffed and lined with gold lace at the bottom. Her sides hurt along with her heart. The corset seemingly extra tight, but that may just be the nerves racking up inside of her chest.

Her beautiful black hair had been pulled up into a glorious chignon du cou with extravagant braids leading into the knot of hair sitting on the nape of her neck. Her pale skin had been flushed with pink and her lips stained with a deep red. Her appearance was lovely, but the feelings inside of her, were not.

Stopping her rampage of thoughts a small dainty knot came at the door. After a moment of consideration she cleared her throat,”You may enter.” She called out.

She kept her gaze upon the reflecting glass, only expecting a maiden or Evalengia..but not her maiden.

Only there stood was Deana, her fiery, rebel-hearted lover, with hair of gold and brown and green eyes that seemed to fight all of the darkness in Kastiel’s world. Her Deana, standing before her, maybe even for the last time.

“I had to come…” Deana began,”I couldn’t let you go without a goodbye, my love..” Her voice was quiet, and it shook with fear. Kastiel stood and slowly closed the space between them, grabbing Deana’s elbows gently,”Deana, sweet hearted girl. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize Kas… Our goodbye will not be sad. I want to remember you like this, as a beautiful bride..” Deana reached up and brushed the girl’s hair back with the gentlest of touches. “We both knew this day would come..A day were you would no longer have a chance to run from the cruelness of man.”

Kastiel blinked quickly to fight back tears, her hand tracing down Deana’s forearm and into her soft hands. She clutched them tight,”Deana...I don’t want to marry him.”

“You must.”

“But-”

“You must Kastiel, if you try to disobey the king he’ll be suspicious.” Deana whispered with a hush.

“We could run.” Kastiel said smoothly,”They’ll never chase after us. I am not heir to the throne, Evalengia is.”

Deana stopped, “Are you ill?” Her eyes were wide and searching over her love.

“No. I’m fine. And completely sane.” Kastiel’s tone was serious and somber.

Deana took a moment then nodded, “Okay..we shall go tonight.”

Kastiel’s mouth grew into a smile, “We shall.”

Deana pulled Kastiel into a firm hug that made her heart beat faster and her sadness, it seemed to disappear like smoke.

That night it was cold and fat snowflakes fell quickly, this did not stop the women from making their escape. The horse’s hooves  beating into the snow as the women raced along. Deana pushing ebony horse to go faster, further away from the chains of social imprisonment of what the village, the people, and the royal council believed they should be, not who they were. It was this motivation and the women’s love for one another that would keep Kastiel safe from her older sister’s wrath. In this cold night, Deana and Kastiel burned a flame of courage. A flame of love all their own.

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