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raplinesmoon · 3 years

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welcome to my writing masterlist (sometimes i do that too)!

warnings:

a = angst

f = fluff

c = crack

s = smut

* see the OT7 section for series featuring multiple members.

Oneshots:

On The Ropes (KSJ x F!Reader) |a,s| - ex-boxer!Jin, infidelity au, 18.1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kim Seokjin had been washed-up, run-down, and forgotten by the world of boxing. He’d settled on spending the rest of his life fading into obscurity. What he doesn’t count on is having a new trainee walk into his gym, and meeting you in the process.

*✧･ﾟblue hour (m) | 2:42am | 3:41am | the edge of anything | a place for us

So The Drama (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,c,a,s| - friends-to-lovers, Kim Possible AU, 18.3 k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ By day, you look like any other overworked 20-something. By night, you’re an amazing superhero who fights to save the world with your best friend. Caught between the pressures of having a love life and a plot to take over the world, will this summer be a one to remember?

Taking Chances (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,a| - exes-to-lovers, roommates au, 5.8k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Eight years apart and now you and Seokjin are in the same city again. When a beautiful apartment presents too good of an opportunity to pass up for both of you, you decide to take the plunge, and embark on a new relationship - this time as roommates.

Turn Back Time (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,a, s| - time travel au, 13.3k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

Series:

Burn After Reading (KSJ x F!Reader) |a,s| - exes-to-lovers, spy au, 15.8k, complete

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The agency made the biggest mistake they ever could by trusting Kim Seokjin one more time. You weren’t going to do the same.

Girls Want Love (KSJ x F!Reader) |s| - sugar daddy au, 7.5k so far

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A fun, sexy series about Jin as a sugar daddy.

Drabbles:

Useless Magic (KSJ x F!Reader) |f| - bakery au, magical au (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse No-Facetober Event), 2.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ As owner of the hot new bakery in town, you should be more than ashamed to admit that your baking sucks. You know this fact. The only reason why people keep coming back to your bakery is that your desserts are enchanted: chocolate chip cookies that provide warmth and comfort, blueberry muffins that give a burst of energy to start the day, chocolate-covered strawberries spiked with love potions. One day, your fellow rival and bakeshop owner Kim Seokjin stumbles upon you in the midst of casting a spell. And chaos ensues.

*✧･ﾟsparks (m)

The Test Kitchen (KSJ x F! Reader) |f| - husband!au, youtuber!au, 2.6k (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse Holiday in Handcuffs Event)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Tiktok made you do it… again. Luckily Jin is there to help you have some fun in the kitchen.

Cooking For Two (KSJ! x GN!Reader) |a| - exes au, 1.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ based on this tweet, “seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he’s used to cooking for two” T_T

A Touch of Gold (KSJ! x F! Reader) |s,a| - royalty au, 955 words

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The gift he’d received from the gods had once been Seokjin’s greatest blessing… but now, it’s become a curse.

New Game (KSJ! x F!Reader) |s,a| - study buddy au, sub!Seokjin, 1.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ your study partner keeps distracting you, so you come up with a new way to stay focused.

The Astronaut (KSJ! x GN!Reader) |a| - post-apocalyptic au, space au, 1.7k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what meaning is left of the fallen planet’s remaining life? or, Seokjin searches for answers.

*✧･ﾟheaven coming through (m)

Just Jin (KSJ! x F!Reader) |a,f| - Barbie au, Ken!Seokjin, 1.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ After a trip to the real world, you and Jin both come to a realization that will change your lives forever.

Oneshots:

October (MYG x GN!Reader) |a| - interns au, 8.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yoongi can’t remember his life before the fall. He doesn’t want to either - being with you while the mugunghwas bloom is enough.

Twoshots:

Before The World Was Big (MYG x F!Reader) |a,f,s| - childhood friends to lovers, 4.4K so far m

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Before the world was big, it was just you and Yoongi, together under your oak tree. But one day, you grow up, and your universe widens. And Yoongi’s not sure if he has a place in it anymore.

Series:

원샷! (One-Shot!) (MYG X F!Reader) |f,a,s,c| - doctor au, 3.1k so far (on hold)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yoongi escapes the friend zone in the most unexpected way ever conceived (based on the movie, The Switch).

Drabbles:

Outside The Window (MYG x F!Reader) |s,a| - rival classmates!au, pwp, 2.0k (Part 1 of Snowed In: A Duology)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ On this cold, wintery night… you find yourself trapped in the library with your rival, Min Yoongi, who proposes an unconventional way to pass the time.

*✧･ﾟ screen time (m)

Man of the Year (MYG x GN!Reader) |f| - single dad!Yoongi, graduation au, 2.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.

Twoshots:

Autumn Leaves (JHS x F!Reader) |a,f| - historical au, 12.6k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ An unfortunate meeting leads young archaeologist Jin Han-Jae to fall in love with the daughter of a wealthy noble. Unbeknownst to her, he harbours a secret that could drive the both of them apart.

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Oneshots:

Sensualidad (JHS x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - brother’s best friend!au, rebound au, 8.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Left heartbroken after your fiancé vanishes on your wedding day, your brother and his friends hatch a plan to accompany you on the honeymoon of a lifetime. But along the way, one of them catches your eye - and steals your heart.

Après Moi, Le Deluge (JHS x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - exes au, mafia au, 8.2k (set in the Doom Boy universe)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ It was one night. One night where Hoseok sought refuge from the storm outside, from the life he led, from the past that haunted him. And where else does fate lead him but back into your arms?

Drabbles:

Scintilla (JHS x GN!Reader) |f| - grad students, house party au, 1.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Scintilla (n): a tiny trace or spark of a feeling

Lemonade (JHS x F!Reader) |s| - Soundcloud Rapper!Hoseok, enemies to lovers, one night stand au, 1.9k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ You bash rising celebrity rapper J-Hope at a party, only to have him turn up behind you and teach you a lesson.

Oneshots:

The Library of Our Love (KNJ x GN!reader) |a, f| - college students au, 4.6k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ From this day forth, the rules set out by the users of the study table should be:

This table shall only be populated by one Kim Namjoon and one ___, all others must ask for permission before using the premises.

Albert L. Lehringer’s word is the supreme law of the land.

The library is for learning only, not for falling in love.

Oops.

listen to the playlist!

Love Hard (KNJ x F!reader) |f,c,a| - catfishing, fake dating, holiday au, 10.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ After reconnecting with a high-school classmate on a dating app, you fly home for the holidays to chase your perfect love story. However, a misunderstanding waits for you on the other end.

All Roads Lead Back To You (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - strangers-to-lovers, road trip au, 18.1k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Namjoon doesn’t remember the moment he went from a powerful business tycoon to little more than an aimless wanderer. Tired of the path his life is going on, he boards a train, not knowing where it’ll lead him. What he doesn’t expect is to meet you on board, the girl that would change his life forever.

Doom Boy (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - established relationship, mafia!au, 14.2k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Namjoon was a doom boy - he’d spent his entire life running from the ghosts of his past, keeping you and your son safe from the monsters that lurked on the city streets. He should have known that one day they’d catch up to him.

The House The Sea Built (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - strangers-to-lovers, magical realism!au, 13.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ It was meant to be a simple, yet practical request - leaving behind the seaside cottage meant you had to find a way for your mail to get back to you. But the response you receive from the previous resident, a man named Namjoon, dated two years in the past, is anything but simple. With extraordinary circumstances allowing you to write to each other, your tired souls find solace in your shared loneliness, and friendship blossoms. But what happens when that isn’t enough? When the ability to change life before and the future ahead becomes too tempting to resist? Will you and Namjoon find the fulfillment you crave, or will the aftermath leave you even lonelier than before?

Drabbles:

Love at First Bite (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,c| - supernatural/fantasy au, vampire!Namjoon (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse No-Facetober Event), 2.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kim Namjoon has a fang-tastic problem on his hands. And you’re the only dentist who can fix it.

Freeze The Day (KNJ x F!Reader) |s| - mechanic au (Part 2 of Snowed In: A Duology), 2.9k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ When your car breaks down in the middle of a small town during a winter storm, you call the nearest repair shop you can find. Lucky for you, the handsome mechanic is more than willing to give you a warm welcome.

An Affair of the Art (KNJ x F!Reader) |f| - established relationship au, husband!Joon, dad!Joon

ੈ✩‧₊˚ One rainy day looking at art sets off a spiral of events Namjoon can’t control, leaving his heart for the taking.

Drabbles:

see OT7.

Oneshots:

Did It All For Love (KTH x GN!Reader) |s, a| - mystery au, strangers to lovers, 4.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Taehyung did it all for you.

Drabbles:

Paper Kisses (KTH x GN!Reader) |f| - slice of life au, strangers to lovers, 1.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The promise of finding you again rests in Taehyung’s palms, contained within a single folded airplane.

Drabbles:

Love is the True Art (JJK x GN!Reader) |f| - childhood friends to lovers au, 1.0k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ You never knew how much the doodles you used to make on Jungkook’s numerous casts growing up would come to mean to him one day.

Series:

Khwabon Ke Parindey (A Rap Line Story) (multiple pairings) |f,c,a| - road trip au, 4.3k (discontinued)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Three lifelong friends reunite for their last road trip in Spain before one of them gets married. Along the journey, they encounter their fair share of ups and downs - in life and with each other.

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The Dis-Ease Files (member x reader) |f| - medical au, based on Grey’s Anatomy, 11.6k (complete)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The surgeons of the world-renowned HYBE Medical Center deal with every kind of case under the sun, walking into life and death situations every day. Underneath the white coats and the scalpels, here lies a look into their own personal files - and the stories of the people that have shaped them into who they are today.

A drabble series based on famous scenes of different couples and pairings from my favorite show ever, Grey’s Anatomy.

Snowed In: A Duology (Namgi x reader) |s| -, 4.9k (main story complete)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alternating pwps about being snowed in with Namgi.

Smilestone Holiday Drabbles (OT7 x reader) |f| - short holiday drabbles to celebrate my milestone!

Undisclosed Desires (Hyung Line x Reader) |a,f,s| - 16k so far

ੈ✩‧₊˚ In the ninteenth century, spirits remain ever high and restless as the young men and women of the age seek to challenge and break through the rickety notions of the society that once was before. Driven by a restless vigour and the desire for everlasting knowledge and beauty, passions run high, their collective experiences full of both wonder and terror.

the way home (OT7 x reader) |f| - established relationship au, reaction/scenario, 1.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what happens on your way home from date night?

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borderlandscast · 5 years

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starwarscast rythian

this au is essentially rythian playing himself in a dnd game set in star wars, pre clone wars. everyone else is also playing themselves. the last post i did was listing the current cast’s characters and their species, plus a sneak peek into nilesy and rythian’s stats.

below is all my cleaned up and compressed notes on rythian’s timeline, trivia and backstory.

rythian:

honorable mention of this rythian goes here because i rarely return to this au (i blame all the ‘canon’ worldbuilding we’re finally getting on rythian’s species, now decades after the original books were published) and i’m still fond of him.

hold up your thumb and index finger. now put them together so there’s the a gap but they’re not touching. that’s how much less gayer he is than blcast rythian.

long haired; keeps it well maintained with lush products bc he’s kind of vain about it. has it in a french braid that runs down his back. if he ever suggested cutting it, a petition would go around to stop him. he still has the pale/grey stripe running down the middle of his hair.

he still can’t cook. if anything, he’s even worse at it. whether or not he deliberately plays it up is a running joke. it’s a mystery how he survived as zoeya’s padawan. zoeya jokes about watering him whenever others ask. he doesn’t appreciate it.

rythian’s full name is in the archives, and he never uses it. he goes by a much shortened version (thanks to the circumstances by which he arrived at the temple, and zoeya’s help). keep reading for why.

the slightest mention of a holocron (sith or jedi) or lost knowledge is the fastest way to summon him from across a room. he’s one of the best artifact hunters and puzzle solvers.

his main job in the jedi temple is a librarian, and he has a reputation as a strict but helpful master. don’t run any of the texts, and you’ll keep staying on his good side.

he’s actually younger than he looks; he became a master in his late teens, and zoeya had to make a solid case about him taking the exams to become a master that young. it distanced him from a lot of his peers.

now that he’s older, he gives slightly less of a f*ck, and is fairly outspoken as a grey jedi since he sometimes uses fairly questionable means to accomplish his goals (something zylus takes after him in that regard).

lightsaber is purple. he’s never been prouder. he uses the same style as obi-wan, but has a decent grounding in other styles to throw someone off if he ends up in a duel.

his species is exceedingly rare. to give you an idea of how rare, he’s the only chiss residing within the bounds of known, explored space; his species exists in a difficult to navigate, well isolated patch. it also causes him some minor grief whenever he leaves the temple, since most think he’s just a freak, mutant or a hybrid pantoran.

even funnier is that he’s the only jedi of said species, but is not the only force sensitive of his kind (go read timothy zahn’s latest triology, it’s got some good tidbits at last about how his species views and treats their force sensitive individuals). i know there was a canon chiss jedi padawan but the old star wars canon is a mess i’m not touching with a ten foot pole, or else rythian would have died of happiness to meet another one of his species even if neither of them know anything about them.

his arc revolves around gaining acceptance that sometimes things happen even if we don’t want them to, and that not all answers sought out will give happiness, including the truth.

his backstory was that his parents (a happily married trio, consisting of a fleet commander, a governor and a scientist) made the decision to give him away as a baby due to two events: restless political climate nearly resulting in baby rythian’s death from assasination, and his ridiculous force sensitivity, which immediately marks him for a risky career as a hyperspace navigator once he’s old enough to walk and talk. they don’t hold family ties once they start this career, so.

not wanting to risk their child’s life, his parents sneakily flag down a passing jedi ship carrying one jedi master zoeya (who is a sentient, old af tree, known as ‘neti’). she is very surprised that she is now in charge of an unknown alien infant but understands that for reasons unknown, he is now in her care. for who knows how long.

rythian spends his childhood at jedi temple. he matures way faster than the other kids, and excels in his studies. apparently, that’s normal for his kind, but it’s abnormal to others. it’s made even worse because nobody knows what species he is. he befriends a kel dor named will strife, another padawan after strife stops a couple of older teens from hassling rythian.

zoeya officially takes rythian as her padawan. she also secretly gives him an ecrypted disc containing a basic dictionary and guide to chiss language, the only link rythian has to his parents (aside from the hand stitched blanket and baby clothes). rythian never knows zoeya gives him the disc since it’s left on his bed. it’s the only knowledge he never contributes to the jedi temple’s extensive archives.

stuff happens to zoeya; rythian loses her as a master due to her past trauma catching up. he learns that he’s her third padawan (the second being lomadia, who is still alive); her first died hundreds of years ago, and zoeya’s memories keep overlapping so she’s confusing him for them. she leaves the order after her memory’s adjusted so she can start fresh as a civilian. the last thing she says to him before she goes for treatment are a string of numbers, and a single, nonsensical name. rythian is advised that it’s best not to find her or risk a relapse.

will strife voluntarily leaves the order as well due to pressing circumstances; i.e., a fabricated scandal with him and a well known politician (played by lalnable). rythian gradually accepts that everyone he knows and cares for will eventually leave him. he still maintains strife as a contact after strife takes up a career as a traveling merchant.

rythian takes a teen zylus as a padawan and resolves to do better than zoeya, as a mentor and parental figure. he did bring baby zylus to the temple after all. he keeps an eye on zylus as zylus grows up, occasionally nudging zylus to stay focused.

that said, rythian had his nose in a book during the candidate lightsaber matches, thus narrowly missing zylus leaving. zylus dropped by the libaray on his last day at the temple, which was where rythian found him and dragged him of to get him approved as his official padawan.

zylus successfully graduates, and to rythian’s great relief, he stays to work on the archives with him as a fellow holocron hunter and decrypter.

and then the chosen one, nilesy, arrives at the temple in search of how to best temper his newfound force sensitivity. in tow is ravs, a sith. rythian volunteers to be the sith watchdog, and nilesy’s trainer, and it’s not just because this is his golden chance to hit up a sith for secret forbidden lore or anything.

unfortunately, ravs has no interest in helping rythian unlock sith holocrons; he advises that his fellow sith buddy, daltos, might be of help but he has no idea where said buddy is. this greatly annoys rythian (unbeknowst, several months later, zylus has the honor of said first meeting).

ravs constantly hides in rythian’s room from jedi padawan nanosounds, who is eager to test her formidable lightsaber skills on a sith. rythian eventually gets used to ravs randomly chilling in his room.

he and ravs have a thing. zylus is completely oblivious to it, and nilesy pretends that he’s not aware of it.

rythian decides to go on holiday, which immediately sparks suspicion from everyone because everyone has to literally pry rythian from the archives on a daily basis. ravs secretly tails him, and sees rythian about to board a chiss ship.

afraid of losing him forever, ravs butts in, and discovers that rythain is meeting his parents, who also react to ravs like he’s a threat. rythian persuades his parents that ravs means no harm, and gets ravs permission to board as well.

rythian tries to reconcile with his parents’ decision to ‘abandon’ him, and their aloof attitudes after finally reuniting with them as an adult. he has no memories of them, to their disappointment. he eventually discovers in one of his parent’s offices, a hidden compartment containing two photos of him as a child and padawan.

he confronts his parents, and finds out that zoeya met his parents in secret one more time to deliver these photos. reassured that they’d made the right decision, they ask her to pass on a message: if ry’thia’nuruodo wishes to learn of his heritage, meet us at these coordinates on this day. we shall return yearly, without fail, until we are unable to. this was zoeya’s message, which she’d passed onto him, albeit incomplete.

rythian also has to contend with helping ravs make a good first impression; his parents don’t speak basic (or pretend not to, wanting to test if rythian retained his knowledge of his species’ language), and ravs can’t speak their language. they don’t approve of him having a relationship with ravs since he’s an alien and they don’t know what he’s capable of, but eventually concede that ravs will do since nobody else can match their son’s capabilities.

as for the issue of who exactly rythian’s family members are? i don’t know anything about chiss society so this entirely headcanon. their society is very rigid, and is based on doing your job correctly and loyalty to their houses (ie, family branches). all chiss tend to be fairly straight faced, calm and composed and intelligent individuals. rythian is an exception, which is why he doesn’t initially understand why his parents are so cold to him at first, but clues in eventually that they’re exceedingly subtle about their affection and praises (and insults, too).

his biological father is ry’aratalla’nuruodo (aratalla for short), cedef fleet commander. rythian takes after him in sense of humor, looks and height but inherited all his teeth from his other biological parent, sev’adira’csapla. very level headed, accomodating, quiet and grounded; rythian is a little intimidated by him, and assumes his dad has the final say in everything. this is utterly wrong and his dad is whipped by the other two parents.

sev’adira’csapla (vadirac, or adira) is a colony governor and ship provisions officer. nonbinary, goes by they/them. has a mean, petty and haughty personality, can also be called a tsundere. unfortunately, rythian gets his vanity and dramatic flair from them. he doesn’t get along with them, and the two spend a fair amount of time insulting each other (which adira actually enjoys).

radar’isoto’inrokini (isoto for short, a triple wordplay on ‘risotto’, ‘radar’ and ‘isotope’). rythian’s ‘mother’, in a sense. rythain gets his curiosity and love of knowledge from her. she’s like zoeya; full of optimistism, disarmingly charming, frightening when angered and is actually one of the sharpest minds around. she’s a exceptional mixture of physicist, linguist, biologist, geologist and chemist, being the chief scientific officer serving on the same ship as rythian’s dad. she gets along with ravs a little too well, and takes on the giant task of learning basic so she can communicate with him.

rythian leaves with ravs, having learned a great deal about chiss. he’s supposed to be a big secret since his parents spread a rumor that he died from ‘weak constitution’. he and ravs are to keep everything they learned and visited a secret.

rythian, nilesy and zylus learn of a secret mission to assassinate the sith who’ve been more or less friendly towards nilesy: minty, ravs and daltos. minty escapes, but ravs and daltos aren’t so lucky, resulting in nilesy, rythian and zylus interfering. the three let ravs and daltos escape, causing the three jedi’s standing to plummet within the temple. don’t worry, it doesn’t stay that way for long.

right after the above happens, the clone wars occur. rythian doesn’t meet ravs for months; ravs ghosts him. they end up reuniting on a mission much later when ravs frees him from a seperatist jail at the risk of compromising his cover. it’s a very emotional reunion. ravs is in hiding since he suspects a bigger conspiracy, and has been compiling clues and evidence. he and rythian agreed to meet up and share what they know.

rythian assists nilesy in further training his powers. unfortunately, without ravs counterpoint, there is no balance for nilesy. nilesy is confined to the temple since he can’t take part in any of the life threatening missions.

rythian takes ‘tom’ (angor) as his clone officer. tom assists him in piecing together transmissions and intelligence to send off. ravs passes him information every now and then. rythian is a dad to a clone trooper, okay.

order 66 occurs at the climax of the clone wars. the temple is under siege by a traitor jedi and the clones. rythian and any jedi on the scene attempt to escape. rythian almost dies when tom fails a will check to stop himself from shooting rythian due to order 66. nilesy and ravs pool together their resources and wills to save him.

when all hope is lost, nilesy ascends as a ‘chosen one’, bringing a fragile balance to himself since he failed the galaxy. through his connection in the force, he learns that the other chosen one (thanks, skywalker) went off the deep end. nilesy unlocks the secret of mortis, and drags the survivors of temple massacre inside before closing the rift.

rythian recovers, forgives tom, and stays on as nilesy’s teacher, having successfully saved several important texts and holocrons from the archives prior to leaving the temple.

nilesy wishes to join the rebels once he hears news of them.

i got this far before having to stop due to real life circumstances interfering, and felt that this was a safe stopping point as well.

#borderlandscast: extras #borderlandscast: star wars #long post

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charmedtheselfproclaimedking · 4 years

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Charmed Again: Season 3 (Charmed Fanfic) Master-List

Episode 6 - The Death of The Charmed Ones (International Fanworks Day Special)

Warnings: I don’t own the rights to any of the characters from the hit TV show “Charmed” or the storylines related to the show those rights belong to original creator Constance M Burge.

15+ Moderate/Graphic Displays of Violence, Sexual Innuendos, Witchcraft and Potentially Triggering Scenes.

Paul Halliwell was working late one night at Halliwell and Turner typing away on his laptop while sat behind his desk in his office when suddenly a picture of himself, Pan and Drake who was holding Lilah placed on his desk in a frame fell of the desk and smashed causing Paul to stand up from his chair and walk over to pick up the pieces of the broken frame only for the eldest Halliwell to be hit by a premonition.

In Paul’s premonition he saw Drake walking into the dining room of the Halliwell Manor looking alarmed as he saw the window in there smashed and covered with blood before turning to look at a table which was covered in broken glass from the window as Drake continued walking through the dining room only to break down in tears and horror when he oversaw Paul and Pan’s lifeless and bloody bodies laying on the floor of a blood soaked foyer before Paul’s horrifying premonition came to an end.

“Oh no this can’t be good.” Paul mumbled to himself before accidentally cutting his hand on a piece of glass from the broken photo frame he attempted to clean up as Raven knocked on the door before walking into Paul’s office.

“Ouch what happened in here? Pretty quiet for a demonic attack.” Raven joked before becoming alarmed by the look of horror on Paul’s face. “Paul what is it? Are you okay?”

“No, I don’t think I am or at least I don’t think I’m going to be.” Paul replied.

That same night Drake walked into the currently not ruined dining room of the Halliwell Manor wearing old pajamas and a face mask while chowing down on a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream only to be left stunned to see Dermot sitting at the table clearly waiting to see him.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in my house?” Drake asked his boss before ripping his own face mask off causing him to let out of small scream of pain as he threw the remains of the face mask onto the dining table.

“I must admit despite the horrifying image in front of me the Halliwell Manor is even more stunning up close.” Dermot replied while snickering away at Drake’s current state.

“Yeah that didn’t answer my question buddy!” Drake snapped as he put his ice cream and spoon down on the dining table.

“I need you and the fellow charmed ones’ assistance with a certain situation I’ve found myself in so if you could hurry along, get changed and get the others I’d be very grateful.” Dermot told the Halliwell hybrid.

“Yeah you see the thing is my dad’s working late for the third night in a row and my aunt is currently on honeymoon with my best friend so if you’re looking for the charmed ones then I’m afraid your out of luck.” Drake took pleasure in telling his boss.

“And what about you? You don’t seem to be even remotely busy.” Dermot asked him.

“Not busy correct but also not interested in helping you with whatever dilemma you’ve got yourself into.” Drake made clear.

“Okay well that’s just rude and quite frankly unprofessional considering you’re a charmed one and the charmed ones are meant to help the innocent no matter what.” Dermot snapped at Drake as he stood up from his chair.

“Yeah that rule only applies to actual innocents and last time I checked the elders were far from innocent especially the one in front of me who very recently tried to get my dad’s girlfriend executed.” Drake replied before taking a deep sigh. “I’ll help you with whatever trouble you’ve got yourself into but only because if you wind up dead, I’ll be the number one suspect.”

“Drake this is serious I’ve received a very troubling and frankly rather terrifying letter placed on my desk within magic school.” Dermot informed Drake who instantly responded by laughing at the headmaster of magic school.

“I’m sure the person who wrote the letter was just expressing their hate without actually meaning to kill you.” Drake continued to laugh, clearly guilty of some letters himself.

“I’m not talking about your silly little passive aggressive bite me styled notes which are the weirdest form of flirting I’ve ever known I’m talking about actual terrifying death threats.” Dermot corrected him.

“Hey, they are way more sophisticated than bite me…” Drake tried to defend himself before going on to backtrack. “I mean you can’t prove those ones are from me!”

“Can we just try and pretend we’re adults for more than a second please?” Dermot asked him.

“You’re right I’ll go get changed and while I’m doing that you should probably write a really long list of all the people who would want you dead which let’s face it is going to take you longer than it’ll take me to get changed.” Drake replied.

“Please just be serious for a moment.” Dermot begged him.

“I was being deadly serious about that list.” Drake responded with a sinister smile.

“Well in that case nice pajamas Mr Black.” Dermot mocked him.

“Bite me!” Drake said before blinking out of sight.

The next morning Pan and Lacey woke up in bed together within a hotel located somewhere in London.

“I wish we could just stay here forever and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.” Pan told Lacey before pulling her wife in towards her for a morning kiss. “See now this is the life Mrs Morgan-Halliwell.”

“I don’t think your brother would be too happy if we didn’t even return home before moving out Mrs Morgan-Halliwell.” Lacey joked. “In fact, I’m fairly certain he’d cast some spell forcing us to return to San Francisco whether we liked it or not.”

“True but we could always have fun staying put until that day came.” Pan replied with a playful smile until the two brides were left stunned when Raven shimmered her way into their hotel room.

“Okay I hate to be the girl to break up what looks like a very happy honeymoon, but Paul sent me here because he had a terrifying premonition and you need to come home right away.” Raven told them both as Pan and Lacey climbed out of their bed and put on hotel robes.

“Was it so difficult to ask my brother for a whole week to myself?” Pan asked Raven with a snarky attitude.

“Paul had a premonition of you and him dying.” Raven revealed to a stunned Pan as an equally stunned Lacey was left horrified.

“I’ll check with the elders and see what’s going on.” Lacey told Pan before kissing her wife on the cheek and orbing out of sight.

“I’m getting so sick of one of us always being in trouble swear to god demons need to learn when to take a holiday.” Pan snapped. “No offense Raven.”

“You could’ve knocked first Drake I could’ve been busy with a student or another member of the faculty.” Dermot complained after Drake stormed into his office and threw himself down on Dermot’s couch while Dermot sat behind his desk.

“You could’ve knocked before breaking into my house last night, but you didn’t so let’s not going around throwing stones now.” Drake replied to his boss. “So, I tried interrogating but then I was like Drake you stop being a detective for a reason so instead I decided to get some students onto casting an identity spell figured they may as well learn something new and it would save me time playing Clue-do with you.”

“No don’t get them doing that using the students as your lackeys is totally unacceptable not to mention dangerous I mean who knows if their even ready for that kind of spell.” Dermot argued with him.

“Okay chill Mr uptight I picked the best students if anything this spell is going to be easy play for them.” Drake told Dermot, not understanding why Dermot had such an issue.

“I demand that you stop the students casting this spell at one.” Dermot shouted at Drake as he stood up from behind his desk.

“Okay I’ve about had it with your attitude.” Drake snapped back as he stood up from the couch. “I’m trying to help you and yet you’re still being a total dick can’t you just say thank you for once in your life!”

“Okay thank you.” Dermot said reluctantly before taking a big sigh, clearly frustrated. “Please just stop the spell.”

“Why should I?” Drake questioned the headmaster.

“Because I’m the one who wrote the damn note.” Dermot admitted much to Drake’s fury.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Drake shouted before storming out of Dermot’s office as Dermot quickly chased after him.

“Drake just stop for a second and let me explain.” Dermot shouted at Drake causing the two of them to stop in the main hallway of magic school.

“I gave up my day off the first weekend in a while where Cindy has Lilah and I wasn’t working or doing charmed duties and I have to give that all up so you could play me like some fool.” Drake snapped at him.

“I wasn’t trying to make a fool out of you I just wanted to spend some time with you.” Dermot explained to Drake.

“More like you wanted to spend time moaning and complaining to me because for some reason you’ve got some issue with me!” Drake argued. “I don’t know what the hell your problem is but I’m getting really tired of it.”

“My problem is that you drive me crazy crazier than anyone I’ve ever met, and I’ve been around for centuries so that’s quite the achievement.” Dermot admitted as he walked closer towards Drake. “My problem is that you challenge everything I’ve ever believed in and yet despite how irritated and frustrated you make me I can’t seem to get you out of my mind!”

“Okay I’m sick of your constant…” Drake began to say before Dermot kissed him once again.

“I like you stupid!” Dermot declared before the two shared a look of longing for a moment before they began passionately kissing each other and tearing at each other’s clothes as they began crashing back towards Dermot’s office.

“You know after you filled me in on this whole premonition of me and Paul laying dead in this house everywhere, I go has got me jumping out my skin.” Pan told Raven as she walked into the kitchen of the Halliwell Manor to find Raven sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water. “That’s the first time I’ve ever saw you not drink wine don’t tell me this premonition has you scared sober.”

“Not exactly I know it’s not Paul’s first premonition in which one of you die he informed me of that not that we shouldn’t still worry of course but I have confidence you’ll kill whatever demon is coming like you three always do.” Raven replied to the newlywed Halliwell as Pan walked over and sat down next to her. “I’m sorry your honeymoon’s being ruined I guess it’s just a case of one nasty surprise after another.”

“Well if us dying hasn’t got you sober…” Pan began to say before looking at the glass of water and realizing what was up for herself. “Oh my god my brother’s done it again your knocked up aren’t you?”

“A girl restrains from drinking one occasion and you assume she’s pregnant?” Raven tried to deny for a moment before realizing she had to tell someone. “Okay I’m pregnant but trust me when I say I never planned any of this I mean it’s literally the worst possible timing.”

“This is great news!” Pan screeched as she stood up, pulling Raven up too and in for a hug. “I’m so thrilled I’m going to be an aunt again…Paul’s going to be a dad again…oh my god Drake’s going to be a brother.”

“Okay I’ve got to admit that is so not the reaction I was expecting although I think I’m happy by your response.” Raven replied. “I didn’t plan any of this and Paul and I haven’t even said we love each other yet.”

“Paul’s loved you since your first kiss he was your sucker the minute you laid those lips on him Missy you have nothing to worry about…unless you don’t love him?” Pan answered.

“I do love him of course I do…” Raven admitted. “I just wanted him to say he loved me without a baby making him biased. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always wanted to be a mum and start a family I just figured I’d do it the old-fashioned way I’m kind of an old-fashioned demon.”

“Listen Paul loves you and you love him there doesn’t have to be any complications if you don’t let there be.” Pan advised the baby mother of her future niece or nephew. “I’m just glad it’s you he knocked up instead of Lacey I mean the guy has previous with Eve.”

“Yeah I suppose this demonic pregnancy has nothing on that one.” Raven joked. “Are you sure everything’s going to be okay?”

“You mean after we stop Paul’s premonition from coming true and stop us all from dying?” Pan asked sarcastically before hugging Raven once more. “I’m just kidding we’ll kick this demon’s ass and then we’ll celebrate another baby in the Halliwell family! Don’t worry everything is going to be fine.”

Lacey orbed into Dermot’s office with Paul by her side after picking him up from work after her little visit to the elders proved unhelpful only for the two of them to be left shocked to see Drake popping up from behind his desk using a laptop to cover his naked body.

“Guys what are you doing in the headmaster’s office without knocking?” Drake asked them nervously.

“Why are you in the headmaster’s office naked?” Paul asked his son. “I mean I know you like to flaunt your body, but this is a school not to mention your boss’ office.”

“I’m trying this new fitness regime that’s really trendy right now besides this part of the school is closed so thought why not exercise naked.” Drake blatantly lied as Lacey noticed somebody’s else feet popping out from the end of the table.

“I’m guessing your in the boss’ office because he joined you for this little naked exercise?” Lacey teased her best friend before Dermot jumped up from behind the desk also very naked and using a stack of books to cover his modesty.

“Mr Halliwell it’s good to finally meet you!” Dermot greeted Drake’s father awkwardly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Do you seriously have to sleep with all your bosses?” Lacey laughed at Drake while Paul rolled his eyes in disapproval of the situation, he had just found himself in.

“Drake we don’t really have time for you to seek out another wayward romance that’s never going to work out.” Paul told his son. “We need you back at the Manor now!”

“Hey!” Drake snapped at his father. “You barged in here this is on you not me besides who says this is even romance?”

“I don’t tend to make a habit out this.” A nervous and still very naked Dermot tried to make himself clear.

“To be fair Paul, your son’s been with demons and white lighter’s what an elder or two added to the list?” Lacey joked with her brother in law. “At least this one isn’t wiping his brain, trying to make him king of hell or using him to reunite with his own father.”

“I feel like we’re setting the standard real low for him.” Paul laughed with Lacey.

“Can you guys just get our of here already?” Drake begged them both.

“Very well kiss your boss goodbye and meet us back at the Manor.” Lacey replied as she grabbed a hold of Paul’s shoulder and the two of them orbed out of Dermot’s office.

“So, this isn’t a romance then?” Dermot awkwardly asked Drake.

“God knows.” Drake laughed to himself.

“Listen I’m telling you there is nothing to worry about.” Pan said as her and Raven walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. “We’re power of three whatever’s coming for us this time and then you can get straight to telling Paul the happy news.”

“Let’s just hope Paul takes this as well as you do.” Raven replied. “What if he doesn’t want another child? What if it hurts him too much to consider starting again with another baby after having to give up Drake when he was a baby?”

“That’s exactly why this is brilliant news look I wouldn’t change Drake for the world and neither would Paul but there’s not a day that goes by where Paul doesn’t regret raising Drake and now he finally gets a chance to be a father from the very beginning.” Pan told Raven, trying to reassure the demon. “It doesn’t mean he’s any less of a father to Drake or will be any less of a father to him when this one is born it just means he gets two children instead of one and trust me he’s going to be thrilled.”

“Thanks, you and Lacey are going to be wonderful mothers when the time comes.” Raven complimented the Halliwell witch. “You’ve made me feel so much more at ease.”

“I’m sorry I took my time turns out the elders were completely clueless about Paul’s premonition.” Lacey apologised after orbing into the dining room with Paul by her side.

“That’s okay I guess this just means holding tight till we work out more about who’s going to attack.” Pan said as she stood up from her chair and hugged her wife.

“Raven you’re still here!” Paul smiled as Raven stood up, walked over to her man and kissed him on the lips.

“I love you!” Raven declared to the eldest Halliwell.

“I love you too!” He replied.

“Listen Paul there’s something I need to tell you...” Raven began to say until suddenly a bullet pierced through the dining room window smashing the glass in the process as it headed for Pan’s direction who tried to freeze the bullet but her power’s failed on her as the bullet went straight through her forehead causing an instantly lifeless Pan to go flying backwards into the foyer of the Halliwell Manor as the three others screamed in horror.

“Pan!” Lacey frantically screamed as she rushed over to her wife, knelled and attempted to heal Pan only for her healing powers not to work much to Lacey’s horror as she continued screaming. “Heal...god damn it, powers don’t fail me now!”

Suddenly another bullet pierced through the kitchen window this time heading straight in Paul’s direction as he was hit in the chest and fell down into the foyer next to his lifeless sister as he looked over at Pan as Raven continued to scream in horror.

Lacey quickly and gently placed Pan down before moving over to Paul attempting to heal her brother in law only for her powers not to work once more.

“Quinn! Paige! Somebody please!” Lacey screamed as Raven rushed over to Paul grabbing a hold of his hand while Lacey stood up covered in both the blood of her wife and her wife’s brother as her look of heartbreak turned into a look of pure rage before she orbed away.

“Stay with me okay you’ve got to stay with me!” Raven cried frantically. “This can’t end like this we can’t end like this I love you Paul.”

“I love you too.” Paul replied before his eyes closed causing Raven to scream louder as she watched the man she loved died.

Meanwhile a grief stricken, and vengeful Lacey orbed herself outside of the dining room window in the back garden of the Halliwell Manor to find a woman dressed all in black holding a rifle that had clearly been used to kill Paul and Pan.

Before the assassin had any chance to shoot at her Lacey launched herself at the woman jumping onto her and causing them both to fall to the ground as Lacey began repeatedly punching the villainess in the face before picking her up and throwing her head against the dining room window completely smashing all of the glass in the process as a wounded and bloodied assassin fell to the ground.

Lacey walked over towards the rifle, picked it up and aimed it in the murderous woman’s direction before Raven shimmered herself into the garden to stand by Lacey’s side with her eyes still red raw and her body still trembling from just having watched Paul die.

“Lacey!” Raven screamed at the vengeful white lighter. “She’s human we can’t kill humans I know you want to and trust me so do I but killing her is not the answer.”

“Maybe not,” Replied a broken Lacey before she fired the gun several times at the assassin making bullet after bullet pierce the body of the woman who had killer her wife and her wife’s brother.

“What have you done?” Raven cried before a broken Lacey orbed away dark lighter style.

Drake blinked into the kitchen of the Halliwell Manor before walking into the dining room where he was instantly alarmed upon see the dining room window completely smashed with blood covered on what remained of the window before he turned to look at the dining table which was covered in broken glass from the window as Drake continued cautiously walking through the dining room only to let out a huge scream as he saw the lifeless and bloodied bodies of his father Drake and his aunt Pan as he quickly rushed over to his father and began sobbing uncontrollably as he picked his father up into his arms.

“No!” Drake screamed as he hugged into his father while shaking erratically back and forth. “This can’t be happening again! I can’t go through this again! Come on dad please just wake up please don’t leave me dad…please don’t leave me!”

Drake continued to sob and scream uncontrollably while hugging his father’s lifeless body tighter and tighter, accidentally covering himself in his father’s blood before a group of police burst in through the front door shouting “It’s the San Francisco Police please stand up and put your hands where we can see them.”

Non-corporeal versions of Pan and Paul suddenly appeared within the attic of the Halliwell Manor looking at each other with pure confusion in their eyes before a non-corporeal Piper Halliwell appeared in front of them as the two siblings instantly realized what had just happened.

“I’m sorry my beautiful grandchildren it’s never easy saying goodbye even if you are given time to do such.” Piper said to them both with tears in her eyes. “I thought I’d come here and guide you along the way to try and comfort you both as much as possible. Death kind of owed us all a favour.”

“I don’t want to go I was finally happy I finally got my son back and I found someone I really love.” Paul told his grandmother, pleading for his death not to be finale.

“I just got married we were going to have children together.” Pan cried. “All that can’t be over before it’s even begun.”

“I don’t want to leave them!” Paul cried while grabbing a hold of his sister’s hand.

“We never want to leave when our time comes and yet it still comes.” Piper admitted to them both.

“Are they going to be okay without us?” Pan asked her grandmother.

“No not for a really long time.” Piper cried. “But in time their going to be okay their going to be better than okay and their going to be stronger than ever because you both taught them how to be strong.”

“I can’t believe this is over.” Paul said with a broken look on his face as he and his sister began walking towards their grandmother.

“I know my darlings, but I promise you everything will make sense in time.” Piper cried as she hugged her grandchildren before all three of them disappeared.

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Like Oh 2.0 - Lotte World

Previous Chapter: Happy Halloween Word Count: 4,498 Summary: It’s Melanie’s birthday and of course she finds a way to invite the boys to come celebrate it with her and her sister. Serena thinks it’s unwise, but then again, nothing could go wrong. Right?

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i think at this point is where it gets kinda cringy... well i think so since now the relationship between the pairs have been exposed in a sense. lol anyways, i’ve never been to Lotte World so i dunno how things go about and such so yeah, just did a bit of research and from what i’ve seen when idols hae gone there. so yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"It's weird." Serena commented as she and Melanie entered inside Lotte World. "Why?" Melanie asked with a puzzled look. "Because you would never go to an amusement park for your birthday." Serena reasoned. "You always do a dinner thing." "So? First time for anything." Melanie smirked at her as Serena rolled her eyes. "So, what you wanna do, birthday girl?" "I dunno. I've never been here." "Me, too. Chloe and Ana told me if I ever come is to check out the World Monorail, the live shows, and the stands that sell the cute hair accessory and what not." "Hmm, Ana did tell me that. You choose." 'I guess since there's a lot of people here."

Serena remembered something. "Let's ride The Conquistador." "Isn't that like the viking?" Melanie asked as she followed Serena who was heading towards the said ride. 'Yeah. We definitely have to sit on the ends to feel higher." "But aren't you afraid of heights." "Yeah, but I don't mind the thrill of it though." Melanie looked around not feeling the ride and suggested something else. "How about we just do something first before going on the The Conquistador?" The younger woman looked around again and grinned. "Let's go ice skating." "We've never ice skated before." "It shouldn't be that hard from roller skates. Right?" "If you've actually roller skate before. Have you?" "Yeah, but I'm not steady. You?" "Can't skate for shit. So still wanna do it?" "Not really."

Melanie backtracked. "Wait, what was the first thing Chloe suggested." "The World Monorail?" Serena asked. "Yeah. Let's do that first, but what is it again?" "It's a ride where it takes you around Lotte World within the inside called Adventure and later outside which is called Magic Island." "That's it?" "Yeah, Melanie. That's basically it. It's a scenic view and you can see everything as it takes you all around." Serena grinned. "We can do it twice. Once when it's still light out and twice when it's lit up by lamp light. Chloe said both views are lovely and give you different vibes." Melanie nodded in agreement. "Alright then, Serena. Let's ride the World Monorail." "Okay, cool." Serena smiled as the sisters headed to the third floor of Adventure.

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"Was it yours or mine idea to do the whole Jungle Adventure again?" Serena asked her sister as the duo were in the restroom drying themselves off after going on the ride through rapids inside a dark cave a few minutes ago. "You." Melanie confirmed annoyed. "Seriously, this is the last time we're doing this." She shook her head while patting herself dry. "I can't believe we did it twice now and that one guy wouldn't stop screaming in my ear. A grown ass man, too." "At least you got a guy because I got a girl, Melanie. A teenager." Serena countered with with an annoyed looked while also patting herself dry. "I hope I don't go deaf." "Yeah, yeah." Melanie responded as the two sisters left the restroom and looked about the theme park.

Serena was about to suggest the The Conquistador again as her sister kept rejecting it when Melanie's phone went off and she answered it. "Hello?" Serena tuned her out as she made a face while walking over to the railing to look below as the duo were on the third floor. The older woman was casually people watching when her sister joined her. "Wanna try out ice skating?" Melanie asked. "Do we have to?" Serena whined as she leaned against the railing. "My ass is gonna fall all over the place." "Yeah." "But I don't want to." "Who's birthday is it again?" "Not mine." "Exactly. Now let's go." Melanie ordered as she grabbed Serena's arm and dragged away. "I hate you." Serena groaned as Melanie laughed. "Sure you do, but you'll see.

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"Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Serena and Melanie let out in excitement as the Gyro Drop dropped the duo along with the other riders before reaching the bottom several seconds later. "Whoo!" Serena gushed as she undid her seat-belt. "Should have told me we were going her instead of the ice rink." "Yeah, but you would've run away upon seeing GOT7." Melanie stated already unbuckling her seat-belt as Serena nodded. "True. Were they the ones that called?" "Yeah. BamBam called me to tell me that he and the others had arrived and wanted to meet up instead of wandering around like idiots." "That's cute they found time to come celebrate your birthday though." "I know right and tomorrow's Yugyeom's birthday too." "Oh, right, it is."

Serena looked about her and spotted the idols in their disguise off in the distance while casting her sister a look as they made their way towards the group. "You think they'll be sad if I ran away?" "Hella sad." Melanie answered as she narrowed her eyes at Serena. "You're gonna run, aren't you?" "Hell yeah!" Serena answered as she took off in another direction leaving Melanie to look after her diminishing figure. "This girl." She shook her head with a laugh. "Imagine this. Two random fangirls ditching GOT7 at Lotte World." "What?!" Jackson exclaimed from in front of Melanie as she diverted her attention to GOT7 upon arriving where they were standing.

"You're gonna ditch us?" The idol continued speaking. "You can't ditch us. That's messed up. We came to celebrate your birthday, noona" "I was just thinking out loud." Melanie explained with a small laugh. "Sorry, Jackson." "Actually, if given the chance, Jyongri noona would do it in a heartbeat." Mark interjected with a chuckle. "Don't you think?" He looked at the other members as Melanie nodded. "She did, Mark, just now." Melanie's phone went off and she looked at the caller's ID and then at GOT7 "It's unnie." She laughed before answering the call. "Hello?" But she had difficulty in hearing what Serena was saying.

"What? Say that again? The outdoor? What? I can't really hear you. I dunno what you're saying." Melanie told Serena through the phone as she tried to interpret what her sister was trying to say. "Dance? Dan? Stage? Garden? Dude, sorry, but I really don't get what you're trying to tell me. I don't understand anything." Melanie didn't hear anything and looked down at her phone and saw that her sister had hung up on her. "She hung up." She felt her mobile vibrate and saw a text message notification pop up. "Oh, she texted instead." Melanie opened the message and read it out loud for all of them to hear although it was written in English.

"Ran into your three Seouldae buddies. Told me your other two Seouldae buddies ditched them at the last minute because they heard from a few fans that GOT7 is at Lotte World. Kinda stupid." "What does she mean by 'kinda stupid'?" Jackson asked interrupting Melanie as she explained and Mark translated for the others to understand. "She means that it was stupid of the two girls to ditch their three friends because of celebrities." The others nodded once understanding as Melanie continued reading and Mark continued to translate. "Come to the Garden Stage. Your friends will explain everything better. I'm still processing. See ya soon!"

Melanie reached the end of the message as her eyes fell onto GOT7. "What am I gonna do with you guys?" "You said you weren't going to ditch us!" Jackson whined like a child. "Don't be such a kid, Jackson." Jaebeom scolded his fellow member, but Jackson didn't care as he tried to reason with the others. "She said she wasn't gonna ditch us." "Can we come with you, noona?" Yugyeom asked. "Yeah, we promise we'll behave." Youngjae added with a soft smile. "If you want us to." Jinyoung added soon afterwards. "Please say yes!" BamBam pleaded. Mark didn't say anything, but he gave Melanie a reassuring smile who grinned at them all. "Let's go."

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"Wonnie!" Seolbi, Dasol, and Haeryong exclaimed upon seeing Melanie walking up up to them with Serena standing off to the side. "Thanks, Jyongri unnie." The trio thanked her. "Yeah, thanks a lot." "You're welcome." Anyways, now that you're here, Chaewon unnie." Seolbi said while facing Melanie again. "We can fill you in since we still have less than two hours before the show." "What show?" Melanie asked as Dasol grinned. "We'll explained everything when we show you. C'mon." She and Seolbi dragged Melanie off somewhere while Haeryong smiled at Serena. "If you could find the head accessories, then that would be great, Jyongri unnie." "Will do." Serena chirped as Haeryong smiled. "Thanks! "Welcome and good luck!" "Thanks!"

Haeryong ran off to join the other three as Serena was left alone as she momentarily forgot about GOT7 being there as well until her eyes landed on the seven figures around her when she did become aware of their presence. "Oh, right. You guys are here, too." She muttered in English, but the English speakers heard her. "Wow, you forgot about us?" Jackson said in Korean as Serena laughed. "No." "Don't lie, noona." BamBam grinned as he came up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders while she rolled her eyes at his behavior. "There's like two hours or so to kill until the girls perform. What do you guys wanna do?"

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"I guess it isn't as fun if none of them wanna do any of the rides because they're scared of heights or don't want to wait in line." Serena laughed sadly to herself as she continued to follow the boys around aimlessly as they were now in Magic Island. "At least it's nice out." "Are you okay?" A voice asked and Serena turned her head to see GOT7's visual walking beside her. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "I dunno. You just seemed quieter." Mark shrugged as Serena laughed. "Coming from the guy who's just as quiet." Touche." "It's nothing. There will be another time, I guess." Serena smiled at him before walking ahead to enjoy the scenery.

"Why don't you just lead noona to a random ride so she doesn't keep looking so sulky while pretending to hide it behind a smile, Mark hyung." Jinyoung suggested coming to walk alongside his fellow member a second later. "Or I can do it." Jinyoung added with a playful smile as Mark cast a look at his fellow member before returning his gaze back onto Serena. "You act like I haven't thought of that already." "You better decide fast. We should be heading back to the Garden Stage in less than half an hour." Jinyoung advised "I know. I've been thinking about it since an hour ago." "I guess you don't have to think since noona found something else to do."

Mark looked to where Jinyoung had pointed and saw Serena browsing around the Castle Cart with the other members and the duo joined a moment later hearing Serena and BamBam's conversation. "Ah, no, Bam. I want a toy. These headbands aren't my style." Serena rejected the small light pink bow headband that he tried to put on her. "Aww, c'mon. You'll look super cute." BamBam tried to convinced Serena in weaing it, but she took it off. "I don't do cute. That's your department." She countered as she placed the item onto his head instead that was still covered by the hood of his jacket. "There. That's where it should be. On your head, Bam."

"Maybe noona will like this color instead?" Yugyeom suggested as he placed a blue with white polka dots bow on her head. "Don't think so, Yugi." Serena laughed as she took it off and placed it onto the youngster's head instead. "That looks way better on you than it did on me." "Bunny noona!" Youngjae exclaimed with laughter as he placed a red sequin and white bunny ears one onto her head afterwards. "I like bunnies, but no thanks, Youngjae." Serena rejected as she removed the bunny ears and put the item onto Youngjae's head. "Choi Bunny. Cute." "Noona as a cute puppy!" Jackson beamed once he placed the said item onto her head.

Serena laughed. "That's the fourth one already." She was feeling overwhelmed by their behavior, but continued to go along with it as she didn't want to ruin their fun. "I don't think a puppy fits me, Jackson." Serena removed the head accessory and placed it onto Jackson's head with a smile. "Wang Puppy. How cute." "How about a tiger, noona?" Jinyoung suggested as he gently placed the item on top of Serena's head with his signature smile. "Haha, no thanks, Jinyoung, but it works for you." Serena declined with a laugh as she took off the accessory and placed it onto Jinyoung's head afterwards. "Oh yeah, that's better."

"Mama tiger." She cooed as she felt another headband being placed onto her head a moment later. "How about a small feline like a cat this time?" Jaebeom said with his eye-smile as Serena chuckled upon taking off the item. "Just because I wore two cat outfits last month, Jaebeom, doesn't mean anything." She placed the white cat ear accessory onto the leader's head. "It fits you so much better. Cat Lover Im." She giggled before feeling the same feeling she's been experiencing for six times already. "I got it. You can be a giraffe." Mark laughed upon placing the head piece onto her head. "Uh, no, I don't think a giraffe fits me either." Serena chuckled as she took off the item and put it on Mark.

"Now you're the giraffe." She smiled at him, but felt her chest acting weird and dismissed it by looking at all of them with a bright smile despite being sulky a moment ago. "Ha, this is kind of fun. Y'all look cute." Serena remembered something when she spotted GOT7 all wearing headbands. "Oh, right. I need to get headbands for the girls. Duh." She then walked over to scan the other headbands as she muttered to herself like she was doing a checklist of sort as she went. "A sparkly purple one for Dasol. A sparkly green one for Haeryong. A sparkly pink one for Seolbi. And yup, the last one. A sparkly blue one for Chaewon. Lucky, lucky, this girl is."

Just as she was about to walk to the cashier to make her purchase there was something that instantly caught her eye. "Ooh, what's this?" She let out amusingly as she reached out to take the frog-like headband with her free hand. "What's this switch for?" She asked to no one in particular just as the frog's eyes began to light up upon messing with the button. "Oh, cool. Buying this so they can spot me afterwards." She chuckled as she continued to make her way to the register while GOT7 talked among themselves upon seeing Serena grabbing the frog headband.

"So, in the end she chose a frog that lit up?" Jackson deadpanned. "Yeah, seems like it." Jinyoung replied with a smile. "At least she didn't get mad at us for trying them on her." Yugyeom stated with a small smile. "I thought she would get angry." Youngjae admitted with a nervous laugh. "Angry about what?" Serena asked once she joined them again "About the whole headband situation." BamBam told her and Serena nodded. "Let's get back to the Garden Stage. It should be starting soon." She saw the boys removing their head accessories and stopped them. "Don't take them off. I bought them so you guys can still wear it." She smiled at them with her headband still lit. "Let's go."

Serena turned away and began to head towards the direction of the Garden Stage. "Maybe I should have chosen a different headband." Jaebeom remarked to no one in particular while petting the cat ears. "You're telling me." Mark said as he re-adjusted his giraffe headband while Serena came back to check up on them when none of them followed after her. "C'mon before I leave y'all here." She laughed before speaking again. "I need to make sure the girls get the headbands before they perform and I don't know when it's their turn. So let's go." Serena urged them as she turned around once more and walked ahead of them again. "Hurry up." She called behind her which prompted the boys to hurry after her.

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"This kid." Melanie commented in English upon spotting her sister with the litted headband as Serena grinned proudly. "Thank you, Jyongri unnie." Haeryong thanked the older woman as Seolbi shot her an apologetic expression. "Yes, thank you so much, unnie. I thought I had them with me, but I guess Yerim and Dayoon took the bag that they were in when they left together." "It's all good." Serena dismissed them as she handed the extra headbands to four of the GOT7 members. "Sorry, but I need to use the toilet. So I'll have the boys put it on for you girls instead." "The boys?" Dasol asked confused. "What do you mean, unnie?"

Serena pointed a thumb behind her. "They're friends." She introduced them from left to right like it was nothing while keeping a straight face. "Girls meet Chris, Justin, Elliot, Michael, Ian, Barney, and Jeffrey." The boys were about to say something, but Serena spoke again so that she could divert the attention elsewhere. "I believe you all met Jeffrey before during that one group date." "Yeah." The trio said as they eyed Melanie knowingly to which she rolled her eyes at them before looking pass Serena and the trio waved at the seven figures. "Hi." "Hi." The boys waved back politely after getting over the way they were introduced despite some curiosity.

"Need to use the toilet." Serena said to the girls before facing the idols. "I'll be back. I'm not ditching y'all." She faced the female quartet and did a fighting pose. "Hwaiting! I'll be bac, but text me how many acts are before you guys." Serena dashed away leaving the group of eleven to handle the current situation and the quartet announced their colors. "Seolbi, pink," Seolbi announced happily with a raised hand followed by a smiling Dasol, "Dasol, purple," with Haeryong slightly jumping in excitement, "Haeryong, green," and lastly with Melanie chuckling, "Chaewon, blue," as the quartet watched to see which boy had their respective headband.

Youngjae slowly made his way to Seolbi while Jackson confidently walked to Dasol with a friendly smile. Yugyeom shyly took tentative steps towards Haeryong compare to Jaebeom who casually stepped towards Melanie without hesitation. "Thank you, Elliot-ssi." Seolbi thanked Youngjae once he placed the pink bow head accessory onto her head. "Do I look cute?" She asked playfully while puffing her cheeks and doing the double peace signs while she was at it causing Youngjae to laughed nervously out of habit, but he nodded his head a few times at her question a few seconds later before spinning around and walking back to the others.

Jackson placed the item onto Dasol's head as she re-adjusted it to her liking afterwards. "Thanks, Michael-ssi." "Welcome. It fits you." Jackson told her as Dasol smiled widely. "I think so, too." Jackson shot Dasol a thumbs up as she did the same before he turned away to stand with his members. Yugyeom grew flustered as he tried to put the headband onto Haeryong as he was feeling extremely shy. "It's okay, Chris-ssi. I can do it myself if it makes you feel better." Haeryong assured the male as she took a hold of the head piece and put it on herself. "Thank you though." "Ah, yeah, you're welcome. It looks really nice on you." Yugyeom responded as he shuffled away to join the others.

Jaebeom took quite a while compare to the other three as he was spending time in fixing Melanie's hair from out of her face before tenderly placing the headband onto her head. "There we go." He smiled proudly. "Thank you, Jay-Jeffrey." Melanie laughed at her close mistake in calling the idol by his real name as she smiled at Jaebeom a second later. "Haha, thanks." "You're welcome. Oh, wait." Jaebeom said as he once again swept a few strands of her hair out of the way and re-adjusted the headband to his liking. "Okay, now that's much better." "Alright, Jeffrey I'm sure it's fine the way it is, really, but thank you." He cast her his signature smile. "You're welcome, noona." He returned to the others a moment later.

"OK!" Seolbi announced as she linked arms with the other three. "We need to be on standby. We'll be the final contestant and there's like a total of eleven acts altogether. Cheer for us, okay. We're Seouldae Beauties." Seolbi informed them as she ushered them away. "Good luck!" The boys called out to the girls as they watched them climb up onto the Garden Stage and disappearing behind it later. Soon enough an older guy appeared on the stage who must have been the MC for the segment. "Let's go a spot to watch the performances." Jinyoung said as the group made their way to the area to get good spots so they could see the acts better.

Later Serena found the boys thanks to Mark messaging her. "Thanks." "Welcome." "How many has passed?" She asked as BamBam answered her. "This is the fifth act. There's eleven altogether and they're the last one." "Alright, cool. I got time." She pulled out her phone and began messing with the setting so she could record the girls' performance. "Are you gonna record?" Jackson asked Serena as she nodded. "Yeah. Seolbi needs proof to get the extra credit to count or the teacher won't accept it. That's why she asked for Chaewon's help along with the other two, too, when the others ditched her."

Just then a familiar song began to play and Serena did the fan-chant unconsciously while still adjusting the setting on her phone's camera. "JB~ Markeu~ Jackson~ Park Jinyoung~ Choi Youngjae~ BamBam~ Kim Yugyeom~ GOT7~" GOT7 turned to look at Serena surprised that she was singing along to their latest song, Hard Carry, while also doing the fan-chant despite being around them. The song came to an abrupt stop and this caught Serena's attention as she focused her eyes onto the male contestant who stopped dancing in the middle of his performance. "What happened?" She asked as the crowd began to whisper among one another and she noticed that the younger male was holding back tears.

The MC urged the boy to continue on as the song came back on, but the pre-teen stopped once he started as he forgot a dance step once again. The song was cut off again shortly after. "It's okay!" Serena screamed at the boy. "You can do it!" She gave the boy two thumbs up as the boy wiped away his tears and smiled brightly at her. "Thank you!" He shouted back as she yelled back in response. "You're welcome!" The little boy told the MC for one more chance and the MC reluctantly complied as Hard Carry began playing again and the boy danced to it confidently than he did before with Serena cheering for him excitedly as GOT7 laughed at her behavior and she clapped when his act was over.

The next act was a group of teenage boys and when the song started Serena grinned upon recognizing it instantly as she began doing the fan-chant louder than she had done GOT7 and sang the song with more animation than she did earlier. Several of the boys judged her silently at how she was more excited this time around hearing MONSTA X's Fighter compare to their song a moment ago. "Nal jikyeobwa~ I can make it~ I CAN MAKE IT~" Serena continued to sing and chant loudly despite one particular member being a bit jealous of her behavior towards another group that wasn't currently his own. "Nan modeun geol jeonbu naeryeonasseo~ Ilheul ge eopneun naya~"

Soon enough Seouldae Beauties finally came onto the stage and they began dancing to BLACKPINK's Playing With Fire. Serena made sure to get them as a group and zoomed in enough to do so without cutting out one of them from the frame. The group of eight cheered loudly for them before the MC came back on stage and thanked the girls for their performance while they walked off. A moment later everyone was called back onto the stage to announce the winner which was a female singer who sang IU's Good Day and did the three octaves pretty well. The group of twelve reunited as the boys mentioned that they should have won and such before separating from the trio who actually had to attend a group date.

"Let's do one more thing before going home." Youngjae suggested. "How about the Camelot Carousel?" Melanie suggested as her eyes lit up. "That would end this night off perfectly, especially for my birthday!" GOT7 agreed as Serena muttered to herself. "Ah, still no viking, huh?" She sighed while looking at the ground. "I guess another time since it is her birthday." "Jyongri noona are you okay?" Jackson asked upon noticing the older woman looking sad again. "It's been a long day. I'm just really tired." She partially told the truth which wasn't technically a lie as it had really been a long day.

"We can go home once we ride the carousel." Mark told her with a small smile as Serena returned one of her own. "Okay." "Let's go!" BamBam cheered as the group of nine were halfway to the Camelot Carousel while passing by the ice rink when one of the boys accidentally got bumped by another passerby. Unfortunately, the two ended up falling all over one another with the passerby freaking out. "OMG, it's Jay Are." The girl squeaked and began to fan herself while the other person she was with suddenly came over. "Yerim unnie! It's Jay Are!!" Dayoon began spazzing as Yerim began to squeal crazily, too. "That must mean JB's here, too, Dayoon!"

"We need to go now." The sisters said while facing one another as the duo tried to rushed the boys away from the still hyperventilating cousins who were making a scene. It was almost successful until they heard Dayoon screaming a few seconds later. "Where'd you go, My Love?!" "Split up!" The girls spoke loud enough for the boys to hear as the girls already had this planned since forever. "Run in different directions and meet at the front exit!" Just as the duo were about to run off in different directions from one another they felt a hand grab a hold of theirs while pulling them in the opposite direction. The sister each turned around and before they could say anything they heard him say, 'I got you', and with that the girls trusted him as they let him lead the way with their hearts thumping hard against their chests.

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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helpvashikaranline-blog · 5 years

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RE: Heather

Okay, fellow CEG-watching buddies, I’ve got a quick question because I’m torn on how I feel. What was your general response to the subplot with Heather being a surrogate?

So much of that period was passed over by the time jump. Then, by the start of Season 4, she’s already back at work with little to no indication she was ever pregnant within six canonical weeks (actually a little less) from the time of the baby’s birth. We really only get the very beginning of her pregnancy and some tidbits from the last month. Vella was really crushing it in every scene she was given during that time and I did get some solid laughs from that, but I’ve got so many issues and questions that I don’t feel like I’d say I’m 100% *happy* it happened.

Some things I found myself considering during this round of viewing:

1. Where were Mr. and Mrs. Davis during all this time? I know we haven’t really heard from them or seen them since the scene following the Miss Douche competition, but it seems unlikely they would in no way be present or involved when their only child is pregnant. Even though Heather did express being glad to get away from them and have her own place, I didn’t get the sense that was supposed to mean she would henceforth cut them out of her life. Plus they are both at her wedding in Season 4, so we know there’s still some contact there.

2. Did Darryl spend a lot of time talking/singing to her belly? I read that’s encouraged with surrogacy to help the baby transition after birth. This one isn’t a concern or anything, I just feel denied a delightful viewing experience. I’m sure Heather’s running commentary and facial expressions while Darryl tried to get Hebecca familiar with the sound of his voice would’ve been PURE GOLD. (P.S. - I am similarly sad we didn’t get to see her while the baby shower guests whispered intentions into eggs. Considering how irritable she was already feeling that day, her tolerance for this activity would’ve been basically nonexistent.)

3. I have largely positive feelings toward Hector during this period, which is saying something since I have dug my heels in about that relationship every step of the way. He was mostly pretty decent about everything.

HOWEVER

(A) I cannot stand the “for once in your life you can’t quit” exchange. As of this scene, there have already been two significant times since we’ve known her that Heather made the choice not to quit something because it mattered to her. The first was when she wouldn’t let her failed relationship with Greg prompt her to quit the job at Home Base. That was in Season 1 Episode 14. She made that decision on her own. The second time was when she refused to let the stuffy corporate atmosphere at the training program drive her away from trying to make a difference. She stood her ground, declared what she wanted, got a new program created for her on the spot, and became a regional manager. That was in Season 3 Episode 10. I’ll grant you, she tried talking out her thoughts with a couple of different people while she grappled with this one, but nobody’s dialogue seemed like a real catalyst for her. No one said something that gave her the “light bulb” moment where the solution clicked into place. She found the answer on her own. The kicker is that both of those moments were key life events for the character, and they played an interlinked role in Heather being financially and emotionally ready to invite Hector to live with her. Yet here he sits giving her this supposedly motivational speech about not quitting. She was clearly just having a hard time dealing with the reality of her situation. Heather got freaked out and panicked for a little while, which is perfectly understandable. I can’t help feeling like they sort of realized, “Oh, Heather being his girlfriend is benefiting Hector in numerous ways, but we haven’t really seen him do anything significant to help her other than support choices she was already making.” Which, uh, yeah. That is correct. But the speech didn’t fix that. This just sounds like he’s minimizing her growth and casting aspersions on her strength of will. He’s immediately guilt-tripping her when the threat of quitting wasn’t even real. It’s no wonder this is when she starts to cry. While I get what they were trying to do here, all I do is leave this scene feeling mad.

(B) There’s a similar problem with the final doctor’s appointment scene where the majority of the friend group is in attendance. Everyone goes around introducing themselves and Hector says he’s the boyfriend who is “surprisingly cool” with this whole situation. Yet another time I feel like I’m being *told* why Hector is a good boyfriend and I should be supportive of this pairing, rather than me actually being made to believe it. I’m not arguing against the fact that he has indeed been cool. It’s just that this little meta bit which is supposed to make audience members nod and go, “Yeah, he really is” turns out to be Not A Good Look once you consider that this is supposed to be something he’s legitimately saying not just to us but to the characters in the room. It comes across as passive aggressive, like he’s fishing for brownie points and getting in a quick verbal jab regarding the fact that he was not consulted first. This instance is the same as the first in that I know how I’m feeling about everything is the opposite of the intention, but it still rubs me the wrong way.

[Quick tangent/side note: I also disagree with the oversimplification of why Valencia has started recording things on camera, but that’s a lengthy train of thought for another time.]

4. It really bothers me how much of this subplot is just flat-out not about Heather at all. The only pseudo-character development-esque element to be found here is that Heather comes to lament her capricious nature and the huge life decisions she tends to make on a dime. If that were leading somewhere, like to her acknowledging that spontaneity has its charms but shouldn’t be given the power to shape her life in such serious ways, that’d be something. But it doesn’t. This is an isolated incident of her saying, “It’s the worst thing I’ve ever decided.” When she is presented with another big decision the following season - marrying Hector - she makes that leap with similarly little introspection. Don’t get me wrong; I like that Heather isn’t phased by what others will think or the possibility that someone might say she was overhasty. It just doesn’t feel right that her call to volunteer as surrogate was almost exclusively about Darryl even though it’s her body going through all this, and then her call to marry Hector was about him obtaining insurance and then him wanting a traditional ceremony. We saw Hector receive his tux. We didn’t see Heather choose her dress. I feel a little guilty being as frustrated by these things as I am because it isn’t that Darryl and Hector shouldn’t get to have these feelings and experiences that mean so much to them -- that isn’t the problem -- I just rue the fact that Heather’s interiority is being sacrificed/left unexplored in favor of putting the focus on that.

(5) Like I briefly touched on near the top of this post, I’m really vexed by the fact that Heather appears to have simply gone back to life as she knew it right after she got home. According to the timeline we are given in dialogue at the start of Season 4, it is less than six weeks after she was in the hospital. Yet she is already back at work and appears to have returned to the way she looked prior to insemination. Even though she is not the individual raising the child, that doesn’t mean there aren’t still a lot of things happening to her body/her hormones/her mood in the wake of the birth. It was made clear that they wanted to write the little bit of her pregnancy we saw and the scenes in the delivery room as more true-to-life than we are accustomed to being shown on TV, so it feels like the aftermath ought to be treated with similar care and attention to detail.

(6) Because we weren’t going to be spending a whole lot of screen time with Heather during pregnancy or post, and because we weren’t going to be exploring how the experience affected her mentally/emotionally outside of comedic mood swings, it just feels like it didn’t have to be her? There was no real reason we couldn’t have stuck with the surrogate who fell through right before she volunteered. From a writing standpoint, I mean. Very little would’ve changed if the unnamed surrogate had worked out, except that Heather wouldn’t really have any other way of tying into this plot (i.e. the way Paula was advice giver and two time mother, Rebecca was egg donor, and Valencia was meant to record proceedings). It ultimately feels like the main appeal of having the surrogate be Heather was to throw all the emotions at someone who usually stays on an even keel. I’m just really resistant to the idea of having her go through all this predominantly for comedic effect.

Anyway, since I wasn’t in the online fandom yet when this episode originally aired, I don’t know if I’m late to the Heather-centric fuming party on this one. I basically just wanted to get a feel for where other people land on this narrative choice, in retrospect. So, to the kind souls who’ve read all the way to this point (for which I sincerely thank you because, good gracious, this was a lot):

What are your thoughts?

#Shows #CEG

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From the Tabletop #3

If I don't do this with some haste, I'm going to forget important details, so let's get the party started. At this point, we had a GM swap, Valentinian being excused out of the plot due to something that, upon having it explained to me, I thought sounded a lot like the World of Light scenario in the latest Super Smash Bros game (which was brand new at the time of this swap). That's largely unimportant, though, as it was just an excuse to shuffle GM in and player out. We then welcomed Gwyn, a Solar Sorcerer and a dangerously savvy and competent individual who Scarlet quickly took a shine to. Gwyn: You only want me for my mind, don't you? Scarlet: No, I totally want your body too. Gwyn: Not helping. Next, we sailed out of the Wyld and we ended up docking in, uh, a bathhouse in WhiteWall. No, I don't know how exactly we managed this. The Wyld, it's a hell of a drug. Anyway, with Maxwell now having kicked his oxygen habit, we needed to inform his next of kin. A little somebody you might have heard me mention named Taiga. We were successful in finding her, and Volkenstein almost got his head punched off for it. After talking her down and explaining that they were merely the messengers of the bad news, Volkie went over to a fighting arena. Whereupon he decided to pick a fight with the biggest badass of the lot. While this was happening, we followed some rumors that lead to the town square where a little god was requesting strange items in return for miracles. Turns out this was a Solar Sorcerer named Malgigi the Violet. He was a total G, and threw in with us with minimal prodding once Scarlet name-dropped Valentinian. Back with Volk, the badass in question began using very specific fighting moves - what people who actually read the book would know as Dark Messiah martial arts charms. This is somewhat forgivable, on account that - really, how would he have known? - but it kind of set up a problem later on that he really should've known better, but I'll get to that in a little. Short of it was, he had the balance of his Four Humors (look it up) thrown into discord, resulting in his poops being cursed. Afterward, Malgigi assessed the situation and created a means to remove the curse, using acupuncture. Suffering only pins and needles (tee-hee), he was soon back in fighting form. Taiga also helpfully informed us that the next key to the One Piece was hidden in a massive vault, heavily guarded and under lock and key itself. Scarlet insisted she could not leave without it and the party, Taiga in tow to assist departed. By the way, there was this huge to-do about "how can you put a key into a safe?" and this honestly took longer than it should have for the party to parse. But since our current GM knew full well our greatest weakness was overthinking (on account Maxwell was dead and Volk wasn't used for intelligece tests), he got his chuckles. The funny part being that the puzzles he gave us in this weird-ass haunted bank... place... were either solved instantly between Gwyn and Scarlet or set us back an hour in real-time, no in-betweens. On our way out was when we really ran into trouble, because one of those aforementioned "Rivals of Volkenstein" appeared for the first time. Thing is, he arrived as an Abyssal, so Volk couldn't immediately recognize this fellow calling himself "The Jackal". The Jackal was kind enough to exposit his backstory for us, telling us how Volkenstein scarred his face by violently tearing off the mask of "El Amigo Grande". When he explained this, Volkenstein immediately agreed that was how it went down. Just a reminder: this guy continued to insist he was a Face. Gwyn and Scarlet knew there was trouble when The Jackal was absorbing the necrotic essence from the surrounding area, and both petitioned to run. At this point, however, The Jackal busted out his signature move - La Cucaracha Espada - which Volk decided he would just tank. Head-on. For those who aren't super steeped in Exalted lore, let me explain. Necrotic essence is bad for living tissue. This lead to an age-old addage "Curse my poops once, shame on you. Curse my poops twice, you're a fucking dumbass." Having dropped like a sack of potatoes, Volk was out of the fight. Gwyn conjured a warp spell, which Scarlet assisted in dragging Volk closer for the escape (but only after suggesting that they could use Volkenstein as a sled to flee). The spell succeeded and we arrived back in front of Malgigi, who was deeply disappointed in a certain poop-cursed wrestle-man. Malgigi explained that the first curse-breaking ritual wouldn't work on something of this potency, and that the ritual required would involve a daicon radish being firmly inserted into Volkenstein's anus. And left for several days. He also recommended that Volk stop drinking, as the damage could be too much for his system to handle. This caused ol' Volkenstein to more or less just lay on his back and vomit for several weeks after. This was probably for the best. Because we needed to pursue the next potential key: the frozen north! Or, what would be the frozen north, but it was the Emerald Labyrinth of the Hazlanti League. Then all Hell broke loose. Because then we got out fourth member, Maxwell's successor, Magpie. I don't even remember Magpie's full name. Or even if she had one. Because that's not what we called her out-of-character. To us, she was Stockholm Dino Maiden: worst of all the punchmonkeys. The thing with Magpie... well, they were legion. To start, her backstory made no sense. She was supposed to have been raised by Arilack. For those who don't know, just imagine a big, predatory, dumb dinosaur. She's the patron of dinosaurs and reptile beasts. Alien, ancient, and not particularly a fan of humankind. For some reason, she found this little kabob of a human child and decided to do what anyone with a ham sandwich would do - teach it multi-variable calculus! So, that's the first problem. So with a backstory that makes no sense, she also had stats that made no sense: she was a Zenith caste with stats that of a Dawn caste. She was supposed to be playing a stupid barbarian but had Lore 3 (one higher than Scarlet, who actually DID have a formal education), dots in medicine (Why, though?!), was a tomb raider with a love of artifacts (WHY, THOUGH?!), was a gourmet chef (BUT WHY THOUGH?!), and the list goes on. In fact, I even gave Magpie an easy "out". I suggested she should be the little sister of a Lunar I made back in 2e, Victorious Carp of the Sky, who actually DID have a familial draconic motif. The character was well-liked and even made a cameo appearance in the previous campaign in one of Hell's arenas, where he battled a fellow fighter to a standstill (the only draw of the tournament which ended in a pair of new drinking buddies), and his mother had a draconic theme as well in her own right. It would've gone together like bread and butter and better explained her stats. So, naturally, her player rejected it outright. Gwyn wanted to venture into the woods to find a figure he called "Grandfather", an ancient and wizened entity who was held in high regard by Gwyn's people. He did find him too, but that didn't particularly go anywhere. Scarlet, Volk, and Maggie (brought along for metagame reasons, which I later rationalized as Scarlet wanting more "dumb muscle") had a narrow head-long collision with a massive, black, cylindrical, metal object that raced across the area. Things got a little hectic, and my memory of the next few events are... fuzzy. Consulting with Valentinian's player I am able to continue. Next, we met a powerful Lunar who acted as guardian and de facto leader of a small village, Esha Mae. She tasked us with retrieving a particular book for her, leading us back to town. Long story short, we obtained the book (which was a series of deeply politically satirical and pornographic cartoons) due to an exchange with a mysterious woman who looked a lot like Scarlet - it's important for me to mention at this point that Scarlet was raised by her uncle, Vermilion Mountain, as her parents (Verdant Wind and Azure River) and most of her extended family were killed when she was about 8 years old due to a sudden flu-like disease that ravaged her hometown in the Caul - who called herself Alabaster Albatross. No prize for guessing the relation, but that plotline never actually went anywhere anyway. Long story short: we did give Esha Mae (nicknamed just "Mae" by Scarlet, as she was wont to do) her book, but then the Albatross attacked using a massive steam cannon weapon. Upon firing, Magpie and Volkenstein managed the one (1) unambiguously awesome thing they pulled off the entire campaign and body-blocked the projectile. Scarlet battled with the Albatross, who was just way, way more powerful and upon dealing just the most glancing of blows, Scarlet was burdened by a large, dead bird lassoed around her neck. Alabaster Albatross taunted Scarlet and wished her the best of 'luck', which the albatross (lowercase) signified the opposite of. Then Magpie did something spectacularly dumb and summoned a Lord of Beasts, which ultimately sent Albatross (uppercase) and her weapon Team Rocket'ing over the horizon line. Then the Lord of Beasts basically told us to fuck off and blocked our number from his phone and stormed off, mumbling about the "kids these days". Consulting Malgigi once more for Scarlet's new predicament, he had us cobble together what amounts to a "Good Luck Potion". Managing that, Scarlet felt the need to 'test her luck' by... well, getting lucky. Which she did. With Mae. The next morning, Scarlet awoke to see Mae presenting her with an egg and declaring it their baby. Fucking Lunars, man, how do they even work?! Anyway, Scarlet charmed Mae into coming with them as a non-combat role on the crew and Scarlet began a new life as an engaged woman. Whew, this has gone on entirely longer than I expected, so let's stop here. Join me next time for: Valentinian dies in Boiling Magma and goes to Hell! Scarlet brutally murders yet another of her cherished circle-mates! Magpie is useless! Volkenstein becomes a thrown weapon! See you next time! *Quick note: Last time I screwed up "letter of MARQUE". I don't even know how I managed it, seeing as there's a sail charm with it right in its name. Ugh, I am so stupid sometimes.

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you like homestuck? why not try ___

(reblogs > likes, if you read this all and think to yourself that you should check out one of the things i talked about then why not reblog and share with others?)

hiya so ain’t a normal post for this blog, think of it like a youtube video but text (i’d make this a video but i don’t have a good mic & idk how to edit), anyways this is a start to a series of posts i’ll sometimes make, the point of this series is to point some fandoms at other pieces of work like the thing that fandom likes, so like in this post i’ll talk about other pieces of work that homestuck fans might like

anyways most of the post is under the cut cause it might be a long but i’ll show the 1st 2 that way you can see if you like my reasoning, also i haven’t seen every piece of media ever so i might miss some things so feel to add in a reblog

(also the numbers i use aren’t to show the quality, it’s just what came to mind 1st)

1: borderlands

ok tbh this game is why i made this post, this game series has a lot of the same kinds of humour (though borderlands doesn’t to what i can recall have any ablest jokes or the stuff like that), it’s a very fun game series even for those who most of the time don’t like shooters as it’s kinda like what would happen if overwatch’s fun shooting mechanics had a baby with diablo 2‘s skill trees

the story is really great, taking a lot of cues(and names) from greek legends, also a hot tip, you really don’t need to play the 1st game, just start at borderlands 2 then go to pre sequel and then tales from the borderlands and you should be fine

also there are quite a few lgbtq+ characters (including a canon lesbian relationship that can end in marriage, i say can as it’s a part of a game where what you say and do can have things end in other ways), and there is also a lot of room for oc making as it takes place in it;s very own world that has a lot of things no other story really has

2: Undertale/Deltarune

ok you most likely know about at least Undertale but hey this is my post and i get to add what i want. anyways Undertale’s story is this: once a upon a time monsters and humans both lived above the ground but one day a war started, humans with their determination sealed the monsters deep beneath Mount Ebott, creating a barrier only a human soul could pass, one day a child climbs Mount Ebott and falls into the undergrond, the way this tale ends is up to the player

ok so there are quite a few characters that you get to know well, they all have backstorys that are quite the tales, there is canon lgbtq+ characters (including a canon relationship with two of the woman characters, a non binary protag and trans coded characters),

it’s also a very funny game and the story is one of the best story's i’ve ever heard, also if you like the music of homestuck then you’re gonna love this game’s music as it was made by toby fox (some of his songs from homestuck are: Black, Descend, Savior of the Waking World, MeGaLoVania, ect)

now Deltarune isn’t a full game yet and only chapter 1 is out rn but if you’ve already played Undertale then give this a go

3: My Hero Academia

ok so a lot of you already know about this anime but i still feel i should about it. So the show’s plot is about a world where most people have superpowers called Quirks, the main character (named Izuku Midoriya) has the dream of be coming a superhero like his role model All Might but he has a problem: he was born without a Quirk, the show has him slowly learn how to be a hero, make new friends and fight evil

there are a lot of characters so if you liked the bigger cast size of homestuck then this will be great. the fights are very well done and the super powers are well done, there is also a lot of room to make oc’s so if you liked making oc’s this show should be great for you

you can find this wherever you stream/watch anime

4: danganronpa

did you like the murder in homestuck? wish there was more and it was somehow more nuts? well then these games (plus anime and book or two) are for you!

the 1st game story is this: you are Makoto Naegi, a student of Hope's Peak Academy, who finds himself trapped in a game of mutual killing among his peers, in Hope's Peak Academy everyone is some kind of Ultimate (of skills or things like being a robot), Makoto Naegi is the Ultimate Lucky Student witch is a Ultimate given out in a lottery

the games have a lot of unique characters and a story about as messed up as homestuck, there are also canon lgbtq+ characters but for the most part most are only coded (and the ones that are canon don’t uh really get any happy endings), also due the whole Ultimate thing there’s a lot of room for oc making

here’s the order that you’ll wanna use (bolded means you need to see or else later things won’t make sense anything else is just a plus): Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc > Makoto Naegi Secret File > Danganronpa Kirigiri (may not be canon) > Danganronpa: Togami (not canon, also just save yourself from wasting time and don’t read it, it sucks) > Danganronpa 2: Goodby Dispair > Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc IF (non canon) > Danganronpa Zero > Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls > Ultra Despair Hagakure > Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak Academy (there are two different complimentary series. The idea is that you alternate between the two of them starting with Side Future, then Side Despair so your order would be F1, D1, F2, D2, etc...) > Super Danganronpa 2.5 > Danganronpa Gaiden: Killer Killer > anything else to do with the main danganronpa universe > Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony (not canon to the rest of the games, it is it’s own verse)

5: steven universe

so i’m sure most of you have heard of this but it’s really good so it’s worth sharing, here’s the plot: The Crystal Gems are a team of magical beings who are the self-appointed guardians of the universe. Half-human, half-Gem hero Steven is the "little brother" of the group. The goofball is learning to save the world using the magical powers that come from his bellybutton and he goes on magical adventures with the rest of the Crystal Gems, even though he's not as powerful -- or smart -- as fellow group members Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl. Despite his shortcomings, Steven usually finds a surprising way to save the day.

this show has so many lgbtq+ characters that if i tried i wouldn’t be able to list them all, there is so much room to make oc’s if you can think of a type of gem then you got a gemsona idea buddy cuz any gem can be a character and the story is really great

6: the adventure zone

ok so this one is a tabletop rpg podcast, so far there has been two main campaigns though one is still on going, the 1st one is called The Balance Arc it’s the campaign that was for d&d and so far is the only main campaign to be over as it has a ending (though they sometimes still do live shows set in the campaign), it’s also the one you should must likely start with, then the 2nd main campaign is called: Amnesty it uses the monster of the week rpg and is on going, this podcast is hosted by the McElroys

here’s what campaign 1 can be summed up as: The story of four idiots that played DnD so hard that they made themselves cry.

here’s a fan-made trailer for The Balance Arc

youtube

7: critical role

another d&d show! yeah i know but this one and the last one are very very different, for one everyone in this show knows how to play d&d, anyways this is a web series in which a group of professional voice actors play Dungeons & Dragons, that is played live every Thursday. There are two campaigns, one of them is over while the other is on going, both are already very long so you better have some free time on your hands

if you do watch then be ready to cry at least once

8: 17776

ok so uh this one is a bit odd, it’s on the shorter side os things and is a serialized speculative fiction multimedia narrative by Jon Bois published online through SB Nation, it’s odd but from what i know it’s good

9: paranatural

a webcomic that is made by the same person that made summerteen romance (y’know from Paradox Space?) anyways the comic follows the story of Max, the new kid at school, and the other members of the Activity Club as they fight ghosts, investigate the secrets of Mayview, and interact with their fellow middle school students

it’s a fun webcomic that has characters that you end up really wanting to learn more about

10: young justice

so this show is a pertty good way to get into the dc fandom, you don’t need to know much of the lore of the main dc verse as a lot of the stuff isn’t quite the same in the show so need to worry if your not the must into comics, the story is about the the teenage team of superheroes as they save the world as well as deal with normal daily life issues

it’s a fun show that can make you cry really fast, that goes from light hearted to dark very quick and isn’t afraid to kill off a characters

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DON’S PLUM (2001, d. R.D. Robb)

Why is it, my dear Scumbags, that forbidden fruit is the sweetest fruit of all? Why is it that, when we know that we can’t have something, it only makes us want it that much more? This applies to any number of life’s pleasures, but especially to movies. Just think of the number of films that are out there, just waiting to be viewed, but because they’ve either been lost to time, or the powers that be have locked them away somewhere, we may never get to experience. London After Midnight. The Day the Clown Cried. Until recently, anyway, The Other Side of the Wind. Well, tonight, thanks to the magic of illegal YouTube uploads, I’m here to tell you about some of that forbidden fruit. We’re going to talk about a film that its stars do not want you to see (if you live in America or Canada, that is), a film that to this day they continue to try and bury via any legal shenanigans they can. So get ready, because it’s time to take a big juicy bite out of Don’s Plum.

To start, we must talk about the nineties. In the nineties, two big things happened that allowed Don’s Plum to come into existence: the advent of low-budget Indies with cool kids talking in verbose, provocative lingo (see: Pulp Fiction, Clerks, Reality Bites, Kids, etc.), and the teen heartthrob coronation of Leonardo DiCaprio. As an infamous New York magazine profile from 1998 established, young Leo ran with a gang of fellow young thespians who would be immortalized as “the Pussy Posse.” The modus operandi of the Pussy Posse was…well, you can probably guess what it was. These guys were all about scoring chicks and getting loaded and not tipping waitresses, and they lived like goddamn boy kings. Leo was the leader, with his two best friends Tobey Maguire and Kevin Connolly on either side of the pussy throne. Other members of the Pussy Posse included David Blaine, Lucas Haas, and R.D. Robb, who you undoubtedly remember as the kid who played Schwartz in A Christmas Story. Anyway, around 1995, Robb had a boffo idea: if I could get my hands on a camera and some black and white film, I could shoot my friends doing what we do every night, just hanging out acting like douchebags, and somehow this will magically congeal into a smash indie hit. So Leo and Tobey, who were allegedly under the impression that this was just going to be a short film, gave Robb a bunch of money to make this thing, which he did, casting Leo, Tobey, Kevin Connolly, and a bunch of their other friends, shooting on and off for a two year period, with the young actors improvising almost all of their dialogue. And with that, let’s get into the finished film itself, shall we?

Los Angeles. The mid to late nineties. Everything is in black and white and super fuckin’ suave, because, again, it’s Los Angeles in the mid to late nineties. Jeremy Sisto is driving a pickup truck with leopard print seats. He kicks a hippie chick out of the passenger seat, mumbling something about “I need…pleasure. And…I need…to know that with…BRUTE FORCE, I got you out of my life, mmkay?” So, uh, right off the bat, um, that dialogue. Yikes, right? The hippie chick, for her part, gets very angry and yells, “You were supposed to take me to Vegas!” Don’t worry, we never find out why she was going to Vegas in the first place, or who Jeremy Sisto’s character is, because he then promptly drives out of the movie. Bye, Jeremy Sisto! Beep beep!

Cut to Tobey Maguire, who looks like he just finished going through puberty roughly five minutes before Robb called “action!” He’s got a dopey look on his face, and an unfortunate bowl cut/chin scruff combo that makes him look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. He’s sitting in a moody mid to late nineties café, drinking a comically large cappuccino, and half paying attention to the absolute worst goddamn music I have ever heard in my life. The end credits describe this band as “acid jazz,” but I think a more accurate description would be “music to try and swallow your own tongue to.” It’s like a fiendishly unlistenable combination of free jazz, ska, Tom Waits hobo wailing, and beat poetry, and it should’ve been left back in the nineties where it belongs, alongside Olestra and the Kosovo war. Tobey is trying to pick up some ladies to bring to hang out with his friends later, but oddly enough none of these women want to hang out with an arrogant sad sack who has all the charisma and sex appeal of Uncle Joey from Full House. Meanwhile, there’s like a full-on burlesque dance number happening to accompany this zoot suit cacophony, and the director only occasionally cuts to it for a few seconds at a time. I guess, who needs to see a big splashy musical number when you can watch a comic relief wet blanket who just got his first pubes strike out with every woman he talks to, right? Luckily, the café waitress takes pity on him and agrees to accompany him to meet up with his friends, and then does basically nothing else for the rest of the movie. Occasionally the scene will cut to her to remind us that she’s there, but, like, is she really there, though?

Jenny Lewis from Rilo Kiley is sitting facing a dude who is showing his bare ass to the camera, because that’s how real fuckin’ life just is, maaaaan, not everyone always wears pants, dude! They apparently just had sex, even though she’s fully clothed, and they get into a philosophical argument about nothing and everything, as if they’re in the worst deleted scene from Slacker. Even though they clearly hate each other, the dude, Brad, invites Jenny Lewis to come meet up with his friends, and she makes some overly hostile joke about how he didn’t make her cum earlier, because low-budget indie movie. Next we see Kevin Connolly driving down the street in his Jeep, when he encounters the hippie girl from the beginning of the movie, like a couple of star-crossed blabbedy blahs. Finally, FINALLY, we’re introduced to Leo, when he borrows a comically large mid to late nineties cell phone from this little hood rat kid who insists on telling him some boring story about a brawl at the Viper Room even though Leo is CLEARLY trying to use said comically large mid to late nineties cell phone to call up every fine young female he knows to meet up with him and his friends. This makes the little hood rat kid very very angry, and its supposed to be funny, I guess? Anyway, like they were all fated since time immemorial to do, all of our leads finally converge down at the titular greasy spoon eatery, Don’s Plum.

Now, have you ever been at a restaurant, and you find yourself sitting near a table of people who are so obnoxious, so vapid, so relentlessly annoying and unpleasant, that you can no longer enjoy your food, and just find yourself eavesdropping on every improbably stupid thing that these goddamn condom leaks are rattling on about, slowly being pulled further and further into their vortex of suck? You have? Well, then, congratulations, because that experience is the rest of this fuckin’ movie. Jenny Lewis and Brad are the first to arrive, and what do they do? They start playing a goddamn harmonica. Um, no. Hell no. I’m trying to enjoy my meal in relative peace and quiet, you know what I don’t need? Your shitty ass John Popper impressions, ok? Get that shit all the way outta here. Then, just to really up the insufferability factor, Jenny Lewis starts opining about Bob Dylan, but she only calls him Bob, which, you can take that one away from here right away, and then launches into the following diatribe...

“You know what I’m so sick of though? All that fucking commercial grunge crap. It all sounds alike. It’s like the record companies that are promoting sterile music. I mean, I love Nirvana, don’t get me wrong, but they weren’t the Beatles.”

WOOF. Mercifully, Brad interrupts her to tell her that he loves her, even though it’s their like, first or second date. She’s reasonably creeped out by this, and just by how earnest and dark and brooding Brad is in general, until thankfully Tobey and the waitress show up, soon followed by Kevin and the hippie hitchhiker. Leo gets his own grand entrance, checking himself out in the reflection of an aquarium while some mid to late nineties boom bap hip hop blares on the soundtrack, natch. For the next hour or so, the group basically just chain smoke countless cigarettes (remember when restaurants had smoking sections?), harasses their waitress, Flo (hey, it’s a mid to late nineties indie movie, were they supposed to NOT name the waitress Flo?) and talk shit endlessly. They also say the word “bro” a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Like, way too much. The world’s most date rapey frat dude would tell them to relax with how much they say the word “bro.”

Suddenly, in between all of the cigarettes and “bros,” a morbidly obese lady walks past the table, and Leo mocks her for daring to be morbidly obese. The hippie hitchhiker takes umbrage with this, and Leo, charming guy that he is, calls her a “squatty piece of hippie shit cunt.” This escalates to the point where the hippie hitchhiker storms off, throwing her Birkenstocks at Leo, and then smashes Kevin’s windshield with a bat that she found…somewhere? Anyway, she’s out of the movie now, and replacing her is Jenny Lewis’s friend Constance, who they just happen to run into. So more bullshitting and chain smoking unfolds. Female masturbation is discussed, because mid to late nineties indie movie. They play Never Have I Ever, and Kevin doesn’t understand the rules, which is kinda endearing. They almost get into a fight with some creep in a mechanics outfit and Buddy Holly glasses. A horrible ska cover of the “Menomena” song from The Muppet Show pops up for a minute of your life that you’ll never get back. Leo sends the group into more turmoil when he outs Brad as bisexual and gives Tobey shit for being vegan. He also gropes Jenny Lewis’s breasts countless times, but no one seems to mind. They all fight about this for awhile, but eventually apologies are offered and they’re bros once again. However, upon learning that Brad is into both girls and guys, Jenny Lewis begins freaking out about AIDS, because ugggh. Then she and Constance start making out for absolutely no reason other than mid to late nineties indie movie. At one point, the film fades out for no reason, and then fades up again on the exact same scene just in time to hear one of the ladies ask the table, “do you guys bathe every day and, like, wash yourself with soap?” Meanwhile, the film will occasionally cut to short vignettes of the characters each saying non-sequiturs into the restroom mirror. Why? Again, because mid to late nineties indie movie. DUH.

The absolute weirdest scene occurs when Kevin Connolly notices a lady producer whom he auditioned for the previous week. He calls her “Spielberg with a pussy,” because of course he does, what else would he call her? The rest of the table convinces him to go talk to her. To both our surprise and his, when he tentatively approaches her at the bar, she’s like, Oh my god, Kevin Connolly! It’s so good to see you! I’m sorry you didn’t get that part you auditioned for, but get this, I was just watching your tape again the other day, and I want to cast you in the lead in this other movie that I’m doing! Not only that, I have to admit, I find you and your Cub Scout haircut and thrift store bowling shirt to be super fucking sexy, and later on tonight I wanna fuck your brains out so hard, so take my number and call me, hot stuff.

WHAT?!?! Like, is this supposed to be a fantasy sequence? Is it? If it is, you have to tell me, movie! Shellshocked and erect, Kevin returns to the table and recounts the whole thing, including the line “bro, it was crazy, bro! She was on my dick so hard!” Leo, meanwhile, is wearing some fake redneck dentures, talking in an exaggerated Southern accent, and eating his own boogers. This is all real, you guys, I promise.

Anyway, some more shit happens, and everyone is yapping about some stupid, possibly offensive nonsense when suddenly a lady at the next table over slaps the guy that she’s with. Hard. Slaps him really hard. Our heroes get quiet for less than a second, before remarking on the slap that just took place. Holy shit bro, that bitch slapped that guy so hard bro, bro bro bro bro, etc. When things get back to normal, Leo is suddenly quiet and sullen. Kevin notices, and tries to coax it out of him the best way he knows how, which is by asking, “you fuckin’ thinkin’ about something, bro?” Leo starts giving all of these cagey, mysterious non-answers, and before long everyone at the table wants to know if he’s fuckin’ thinkin’ about something, bro. Leo takes a deep drag off of his cigarette, and tells everyone, “my dad committed suicide bro.”

WHAAAT?!?! I’ve gotta say, I honestly did not see this coming. In a mood, Leo storms off for the back bar. Jenny Lewis follows him, and tries to make him feel better by relating her OWN familial sob story: “My dad is gone. And my mom is a junkie. She sells her ass on the corner.”

WHAAAAAAT?!?! All of these sudden dollops of soap opera drama, man! Good gravy. For whatever reason, this turns Leo on, and he tries to bang her. She rebuffs his advances, and they get into an overwrought screaming match that plays out like a Level One improv exercise at the world’s shittiest acting school. Meanwhile, back at the table, Tobey gets mad at Kevin for pushing Leo to reveal the truth about his dead dad, and this escalates into a full on fist fight! BRO!

Now, holy shit, you guys, the last five minutes of this movie. Jenny Lewis runs into the bathroom, and begins lamenting into the mirror about how she let a “perfectly good fuck” get away. As she’s saying all this, she pulls some tinfoil, a straw and a lighter out of her purse and just straight up starts FREEBASING CRACK COCAINE.

WHAAAAAAAAAT?!?! Kinda makes all that AIDS talk seem kinda hollow, huh? Then, oh my god, she starts crying and launches into this fucking after school special monologue, screaming into the mirror about how “I was the one that came on to Uncle Jerry! I was the one that was curious!”

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?! Excuse me, waitress, but it seems you got drug abuse and child molestation in my mid to late nineties indie movie! What is ANY OF THAT doing in here?! And in the last five goddamn minutes of the movie, no less! So now Tobey and Kevin’s bro fight has spilled out onto the street, so Leo goes and breaks it up, he and Kevin do a very intricate secret bro handshake, everyone has a good laugh, Brad lights Kevin’s bowling shirt on fire, everyone goes prancing down the street, and the movie ends.

Now, imagine that you’re Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire. It’s late 1997, or possibly early 1998. One of you is now the biggest movie star on the planet, thanks to a movie about a big-ass boat. You’ve just seen this Don’s Plum movie that your little buddy R.D. Robb made. First of all, it’s a full-length fucking movie, not a short like you both thought it would be. Second of all, both of you are in there saying terrible things about women, doing terrible things to women, and oh shit, the majority of your fans…wait for it…are women! Bro! But worst of all, our little buddy R.D. Robb, who we thought was our friend, our fellow Pussy Posse member, our BRO, is shopping this fucking movie around to distributors? This fucking movie that could possibly end our careers if anyone ever sees it? Tell me, if you were Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire in late 1997 or early 1998, would you do everything in your power to make sure that Don’s Plum never saw the light of day?

Well, according to a lawsuit filed in 1998 by one of the film’s producers, David Stutman, that’s exactly what Leo and Tobey did. Interestingly enough, according to court documents, apparently it was Tobey who was more concerned with how his performance in the film would negatively affect his nascent stardom, and therefore enlisted his much more famous best friend to help him carry out “a fraudulent and coercive campaign to prevent the release of the film.” I mean, Leo comes off as WAY more of an asshole than Tobey, who mainly just mopes around and eventually bro fights with Kevin Connolly, but in any case, both parties eventually reached a settlement in which Stutman agreed that Don’s Plum would not be released in the U.S. or Canada. It premiered at the Berlin Film Festival on February 10, 2001, and quickly faded into Hollywood lore.

Every few years, talk of this wild, black and white, mostly improvised movie with some big celebrities before they got famous will pop up again. Most recently, back in early 2016, another of the film’s producers, Dale Wheatley, uploaded the film to Vimeo and posted it to his website, freedonsplum.com, where anyone could watch it for free. Within days, Leo and Tobey’s respective legal teams had the video removed. You would think that after more than twenty years, with Leo now a respected Oscar winner, and Tobey having brought Spider-Man to life on the big screen, they’d be willing to let bygones be bygones. But it seems that they’re still legitimately concerned that they would stand to lose their vaunted place amongst the Hollywood elite if North American audiences ever got to see Don’s Plum. They still fear it. They still think it’s dangerous. In reality, it’s just embarrassing, which isn’t the same thing.

Truth is, there are a million movies out there just like Don’s Plum. There are a million other overly earnest, needlessly vulgar, navel-gazing indie movies made by overly earnest, needlessly vulgar, navel-gazing young people about the lives of overly earnest, needlessly vulgar, navel-gazing young people out there. I mean, I went to film school, fer chrissakes, I can say with some level of authority that Don’s Plum is the sort of project that my classmates and I poured our hearts and souls Into, only to be embarrassed by its messy, guileless sincerity later. The only thing that distinguishes Don’s Plum from the horde of other cringeworthy embryonic efforts like it is, as I said before, its status as cinematic forbidden fruit. Will its two stars ever allow the audience that it was made for to have a taste? Somehow I doubt it, bro.

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Episode 28 Recap

Hail and well met, SASholes!! I’m Bren, resident SAStorian and your favorite Dungeons and Dragons fangirl. Welcome to Episode 28: In The Shadows.

Ding, Dong, the Dick is Dead

We pick back up with Kess and Pearce standing inside the bedroom of the now dead Xarus. An awkward silence tugs between our two heroes before Pearce raises his hand to Kess in the request of the highest of fives. She leaves the boy hanging (bad form, Kessandria…) and attempts to discern how long her ex-fiance has been deceased. Be it nerves, shock, or pleasure-- neither she nor Pearce can pinpoint an estimated time of death. However, Kess still begs Sienna to hand over her diamond ring, which she eventually does once the changeling reveals her plans. Kess takes the engagement jewel and casts Revivify. The gem shatters, covering a still-lifeless bag of di-- well. Too soon to speak ill of the dead? A moment passes, and no change. It has been more than the sixty seconds required to bring a soul back with this low-level incantation.

Pearce pulls Sienna aside and summons his best Poirot-- interrogating her despite her (seemingly-- we trust no one!) fragile state. She admits that she was deep in sleep until Xarus began ‘trembling’, which she later clarifies as something adjacent to choking. The writhing shook her awake, just in time for her to witness her fiance leaping off the bed and collapsing almost immediately. Being unable to recall any other details, the (SEEMINGLY) broken widow asks for her ring to be returned, not questioning its ruined state. She then promptly exits the room to hurk the awkward dinner party’s contents onto the hallway tile. Kess looks after her, consumed with guilt for being unable to bring back the son of a bi-- still too soon? You guys are no fun.

Pearce listens as Kess repeats how Xarus wasn’t acting like himself-- but as she finishes, he attempts to reassure her that he deserved it, and that he was probably a bastard his whole life. Which-- frankly-- I agree with the gunslinger here. This snaps Kess out of her spiral long enough that she casts Detect Magic and roams the bedroom. The most ominous thing that stands out is a lockbox under the bed. Pearce, after noting that Xarus’ side of the bed is still warm, takes off to the bedroom he claimed with Kü to grab his lockpicking tools. He checks in on the kobold, who (in Pearce’s own words) is resting like a ‘horrifying little angel’ as Kü ferociously tears into some dream animal or another in his sleep.

Honey, I Traumatized the Kids

As Pearce meets back up with Kess at the scene of the crime, he notices the whole fam damnily is in the threshold. He pushes past, handing off his thievery set, and watches as Kess masterfully opens the glowing (possibly enchanted?? We have no idea!) box to reveal…. PAPERWORK! While every accountant is realigning the pearls that they’ve clutched-- let me tell you the most important thing in this mound of dead trees: the deed to the Shadowmore estate. The druid then spots a bottle of wine on the nightstand on Xarus’ side of the bed, which she is easily able to tell has not been tampered with in any way. Satisfied with her search (for now!), Kess walks out of the room to greet her mother-- who steps closer to her with a noticeable limp. S U S. Norse goes into mom gear before her daughter can question the ailment; demanding a magistrate be summoned and all incriminating evidence be hidden on the family wing of the house.

As Kess moves to carry out the latter of her mother’s checklist, she grabs her mother by the elbow and asks her what happened in hushed tones. The matron changeling tries to lie at first, stating that she fell down the stairs on the way down to Xarus’ bedchambers. Kess, however, sees through this lie and presses her… almost immediately wishing she hadn’t. Her mother seethes through her clenched teeth that she and her husband were very relieved to have her back home, so they were taking advantage of their alone time. You know. Naked. Thankfully, Pearce pulls Kess out of the embarrassment bubble to be able to speak with her alone as they walk up to the fourth floor and start to hide criminal paraphernalia.

The two discuss possible culprits-- their minds going towards the supernatural. Pearce wonders about Mother and her growing presence as Kess frets about Ashe and his love of flame. Zev, having yoinked the wine from Xarus’ room, gulps it in a chill silence until the pair notice he’s there. A thread connects in Kess’ mind, and she asks her brother how long Rook had been making potions. Ever helpful, Zev shrugs and assumes about a year, then excuses himself to retire to his room. Having finished their task, Pearce and Kess decide they should do the same, probably a fantastic idea since neither of them got a long rest. For safety’s sake-- they make their way to the room where Kü is still sleeping soundly so that the whole party can be together.

That’s it, You’re all Going to Therapy

For some reason, our gunslinger decides it’s a fantastic idea to reach out and touch Kü’s faith; though the moment his finger grazes Mother’s skull, Kü awakens with a start. He mumbles in confusion about the dream he had just woken up from, then notices the darkness still blanketing the windows and asks to sleep until morning. Kess and Pearce take no time at all to wait for the kobold to get back into his REM cycle-- talking conversationally about Xarus and his fate. Kü overhears this and asks Kess which of her brothers died, not recognizing her ex-arranged-beau by name. Finally, Kü discerns that she means the ‘dickbag’ (SEE I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT) and promptly is uninterested. Kess asks Kü if Mother has ever come out in his sleep— he craftily avoids telling the whole truth by just admitting she is doing things she never has before. In the midst of his friends, who worry Mother may punish him for speaking out of turn, the kobold shrugs the interaction off as a dream and nods back off.

Having been newly spooked, Kess and Pearce delay their plans to rest and try to kill a little time (woof, that may be an unfortunate turn of phrase here) waiting for the magistrate. They go downstairs on a search for Pearce’s clean travelling clothes and a midnight snack. As the gunslinger dresses, Kess stares at his stained mask. She asks why there’s red marring the fabric, and he reveals that when he was first recruited into his band of bounty hunters that he attempted to make the much older members respect him by plastering the face covering with paint to simulate blood. Poor buddy. For obvious reasons, it didn’t work, but it still looks damn cool! We stan our emo king. Kess breaks off toward the kitchen and makes quite the shark coochie (if you know, you know) for the trio to share once Kü actually wakes up.

Pearce forgos any of the furniture as they make it back to the guest room, preferring to instead sleep on the floor to be alert in case of any danger. Hey-- hey buddy? Hey pal? Pearce, I hate to tell you this, but you gots some PTSD*! Our Trauma Boy (™, ™, ™,) hears footsteps with his ear resting to the floor and so is unable to really sleep. Kess builds a pillow fort around them all (while we’re diagnosing each other-- can we say arrested development?) and the overwhelming smell of raw meat (which Kess grabbed specifically for Kü) wakes up our favorite tiny terror, who digs into the offering, refusing to look a gift meat in the mouth although he was pretty sure he dreamed having a conversation with his companions. He does, however, ask if someone is truly dead-- and once confirmation is given-- he turns to Pearce and asks him how he killed Xarus, causing both indignation and amusement.

Sleeping Together

Kü tells Pearce that he would have lost a bet had he made one on who killed Xarus-- and Kess Dramatic Hamsters her gaze towards the gunslinger, having been reminded of how much money he lost her in the Underfrost. Pearce angrily replies that he left her money, but when Kess’ stare turns from intense to confused, he describes the note and the door he slipped it under. Kess recognizes the details as her parents’ room, and Pearce flies into a panic, sure that Arthur and Norse will see it and believe he is bribing them to keep quiet about his (nonexistent) part in Xarus’ murder. And what do we do when we’re upset, boys and girls? We take a Stress Nap (™, ™, ™,)!

Our bleeding heart kobold agrees to watch over his sleeping friends, and leaves Kess and Pearce safely in their pillow fort-- closing the guest room door and pacing back and forth in front of it. Energy unwavering even after two and a half hours, Kü keeps up his post even as Norse makes her way to him, looking for the dosing duo. Kü takes special care to let her know that her daughter and Pearce are in the bedroom sleeping together-- and that he heard strange sounds coming from inside. After asking her if he should check on them, Norse awkwardly murmurs that someone is asking to speak with the three of them as soon as possible. Kü interprets ‘ASAP’ as ‘As Soon As Pearceandkesswakeup’, so the three of them descend downstairs after their long rest is completed.

They notice the mansion staff hanging around, and enter Xarus’ chambers to see a tabaxi woman smoking a pipe standing inside. Kess immediately recognizes her as Mardosta’s local private detective and fellow Xarus-hater; Brienne. Now, I really hate to say ACAB to this probably lovely catperson; but ma’am, do we really think smoking WHERE SOMEONE WAS MURDERED IS A GOOD IDEA? Ever hear of crime scene tampering??!! Where’s David Caruso when you need him?! ANYWAY. Brienne asks for a good place to interrogate the trio, and Kü offers up Kess’ greenhouse. As the changeling leads the group there-- she outlines the rules for her safe space which basically boils down to NO TOUCHY.

Who Needs Natural 1s With Brains Like These by Fall Out Boy

Pearce pushes Kü to go first, and so the kobold grabs a turkey leg for a snack and heads in with the detective. Brienne asks about Kess and Pearce-- wondering what their relation to each other is and their feelings toward Xarus. Kü explains they’ve been travelling together for ‘some amount of time’ and that Kess was mad about Xarus being in her house, but also sad for the same reason. He then moves on to Pearce, saying that the gunslinger absolutely hated him. This, of course, attracts the tabaxi’s attention-- she asks if Kü believes his friend to be violent. Kü emphatically asserts that he is the most violent man he has ever met. Brienne takes thorough notes and Kü continues through the dinner, the Underfrost, and his brutal ass-kicking that led to him going to bed almost instantly once they returned to the mansion; but he does admit that he heard Kess and Pearce talking in hushed voices about someone being dead while he was in between sleep and waking.

The detective trades Kü out for Pearce once the kobold starts to question her about the animosity between her and the deceased-- primarily asking where she was at the supposed time of his expiration. She humors him, stating that she was at home-- passed out after her own nighttime festivities. Kü leaves the room, but not before hearing Mother congratulate him for keeping the tabaxi from suspecting anything. When Pearce enters the greenhouse, Brienne reveals Kü’s accusations about his character and asks if he had any ill will toward Xarus. Pearce, having no reason to lie, lets her know he absolutely did. This brings the tabaxi to ask him outright if he killed Xarus, to which he assured her he didn’t; no matter how much he may have hated him. Brienne is curious as to why the gunslinger hated someone he just met-- and Pearce explains that Xarus treated him and his friends like shit, and he absolutely would have retaliated had the asshole tried something in order to protect them. Brienne jots more notes down as she goes through Kü’s account; adding in Pearce’s own details (the scream, the candle blowing out), and expresses curiosity regarding the kobold’s helmet and disposition.

Pearce does admit that he would describe Kü as ‘feral’, but that he was in no state to hurt anyone or anything that night. Oh, and that YES, the skull on his head is VERY real. In return for these candid answers, Pearce asks why Brienne couldn’t stand the now dead dickbag-- and she tells him his family made their fortune collecting and selling tabaxi fur, and says she wasn’t always known as Brienne; a change that Xarus refused to acknowledge. Pearce then sends Kess in, who again recounts the night’s events-- adding that Sienna (the S E E M I N G L Y upset fiance) looked disgusted with her husband-to-be, feigns ignorance as to why Xarus would have set up residence in her home, and leaves the detective speechless as she divulges that she attempted to bring her ex back to life. Before leaving Brienne to her thoughts, Kess makes sure to impress on her how her friends may seem rough around the edges, but they have good hearts. CUE THE TEARS AND CONTINUE THE INTRIGUE!

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TL;DR

Have you connected any dots yet? Please let me know who you think the killer is because I’ve got nothing.

Reminder to never dig into your parents’ business…. or under their bed. Just trust me.

*Here is a link to the article describing the coping mechanisms of children affected by trauma (cough--PEARCE--cough): https://starr.org/2013/posttraumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd-reactions/

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https://youtu.be/tGhm_Qq0smw?t=1254…

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more of the GA AU

You know what sucks? Being sick while on holiday. But this AU must thrive on cold meds or something. So the blatant rip-off of Grey's Anatomy continues … For something that started out as a shapeless piece of I don't even know what, this is actually starting to have some semblance of a plot.

Have some more intern!Annabeth x patient!Percy. And bonus Leo, Nico, Thalia, Rachel, Octavian, and Travis Stoll to join the cast now!

Half the dialogue and narrative is ripped from Grey's, though I kinda picked and chose from a variety of episodes this time.

(Still no title. I have no idea what to call this.)

Parts I and II [here] and [here].

Surgery is like a dance: a precise, carefully-choreographed dance where every member of the team moves in perfect synchrony. It's the first time Annabeth has been part of the steps, and it's breathtaking.

She forgets that it's Dr Castellan leading; she forgets that she's an intern fresh from med school; she even almost forgets that it's Percy on the table (one glance at his unconscious face reminds her of it—tubed and under anaesthesia, he still manages to look like an innocent sleeping child. He might even be drooling a little, good heavens).

Sure, she's practised on cadavers and observed and imagined what it'd be like to stand over the operating table, but nothing really prepared her for this moment.

The moment she steps forward and takes the scalpel from the surgical nurse, this is more than just a game. All those reasons she should quit—the stress, the competition, the crazy hours and long, seven-year slog ahead of her—fly out of her head. It's just her and the body open on the table—this beautiful man who doesn't stand a chance without them—and they get to save his life. She gets to save his life.

Who needs drugs when you have this sort of high?

She could quit. But here's the thing. She's fallen in love with surgery.

Piper's waiting for her when she comes out of the OR, still riding the high of the surgery. She's sitting in one of the plastic chairs that line the walls.

'Hey.'

Annabeth takes a seat next to her. 'Hey.'

'Good surgery.'

'Yeah.'

Piper takes a deep breath, and for a moment, Annabeth's scared she's going to do that thing where she spills her feelings, and Annabeth will have to explain herself, and then there'll be a long discussion that inevitably involves the complicated relationship with Luke/Dr Castellan, which she really doesn't want to get into.

But Piper surprises her. 'Look, we're not gonna do that thing where you say something, and I say something, and somebody cries, and there's a moment—'

Annabeth's breath escapes her in a throaty laugh. 'God, no. I mean, unless you—'

'Nah.' Piper cocks her head to the side. 'Can't believe you can burst an aneurysm surfing. Kinda makes me think twice about it.'

'You surf?'

'You got a problem with that?'

Annabeth holds her hands up. 'No. Surfing's cool. Surfers are cool.' Although cool is too inadequate a word to describe Percy Jackson, not after she's heard him talk—funny, and kind, and so incredibly sweet, maybe—

'Damn straight we are. You should try it some time. Nothing like riding a good wave. And the dudes out there are hot.'

'Oh?' Annabeth keeps her tone carefully neutral.

'Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't notice. I know you're sleeping with McHottie, but it doesn't mean you can't look.'

'I'm not sleeping with Mc—Castellan,' Annabeth mutters. Piper raises her eyebrows. 'Not any more. That's gotta stop.'

'Okay.' They're silent for a moment. Then Piper says, 'So, surfer dude. Kinda hot, if you like the bad boy type.'

'He's not the bad boy type,' Annabeth says automatically.

'No?'

'No.' She thinks of his eyes, serious and so deep when he told her she deserved better. In that moment, she could almost believe that she deserved more than a screwed up relationship with a guy closer to her mom's age than hers, who keeps her around for the off-hour booty calls and the hero worship she flatters him with (because why would anyone else get involved in the mess that is Annabeth Chase's life?)

'Oh my god, you like him.'

She immediately wipes off the goofy smile that's spread across her face without her noticing. 'No I don't!'

'You so do. I know that look.'

'No I don't.'

'Uh huh.'

'He's a patient.'

'For now.'

'Shut up.'

Piper laughs and gets up, stretching. 'You should get some sleep. You look like crap.'

'I look better than you,' Annabeth throws back.

'Not possible.' Piper's still laughing as she walks away.

+++

She leaves Percy Jackson till the last on her evening rounds. He's finally coming up off the anaesthesia and he smiles groggily at her as she does her post-op checks.

'Everything's checking out,' she tells him. 'Looks like you're gonna be just fine.'

'You fixed me?'

'We fixed you.' She pats his hand. 'You'll be out on your surfboard again in no time.'

His fingers curl around hers, give a little squeeze, and let go. 'That's good. Though I think I lost my shot at Nationals this year.'

'There's always the next.'

'Mmm.' Percy closes his eyes momentarily. 'You were in my surgery after all?'

'I was.'

'Good. I'm glad you didn't let Dr Douchebag ruin your chance for you.'

There's something in his stare that makes her heart skip a beat. In spite of her best intentions, she finds herself leaning closer, as if those Carribean-green eyes have their own gravitational field tugging her in.

It's probably a good thing Percy's mom and Callie show up then, this time with a short, spiky-haired dude in tow, because Annabeth isn't sure what might have happened otherwise. She jerks away and starts scribbling quickly on Percy's chart as he tears his eyes away from her to greet them.

'Leo, buddy!'

'Up top!' says Leo, holding out his hand for a high-five. They go into some complicated fist-bump routine that Callie rolls her eyes fondly at. Annabeth forces a smile on her face and nods politely to all of them before she leaves the room.

Nurse Hazel is deep in an argument with another intern when Annabeth goes to return her charts, so she leans over the nurses' station to file them away herself, listening absently to the argument as she does.

'Are you sure that's the right diagnosis?'

'Well, I don't know, I'm only an intern. Here's an idea, why don't you go spend four years in med school and let me know if it's the right diagnosis. She's short of breath, she's got fever, she's post-op. Start the antibiotics.'

Annabeth isn't sure who this intern is—his name's Stoll, she thinks? There are way too many guys in the intern programme to keep track of them all—but he's definitely an idiot. Annabeth didn't need Dr Ramírez-Arellano's warning to know that you keep the nurses happy, period. From the look on Hazel's face, the next explosive diarrhoea case is going to have Dr Stoll's name on it.

Well, better him than her.

Stoll chucks his chart at Hazel, who takes it and marches away, muttering under her breath about arrogant interns and incompetent doctors.

Silena Beauregard, Annabeth's fellow intern, is charting behind the counter. Stoll leans over it and flashes a grin at her.

'God, I hate nurses. I'm Travis Stoll. I'm with La Rue. Who're you with?'

Silena has obviously been following Stoll's argument with Hazel. 'She may not have pneumonia, you know. She could be splinting, or have a PE.' She delivers this admonishment with a toss of her pretty ponytail. Annabeth isn't really sure what to think of Silena yet. She's blonde, too, but unlike Annabeth, Silena has the kind of statuesque figure you'd expect to see on a supermodel runway, not wandering about a hospital in scrubs. Case in point: they're both well into a twenty-hour shift, but the tiredness that makes Annabeth look like a wreck actually hangs attractively from Silena's curvy frame.

Stoll has clearly noticed this, too, from the way his eyebrows shoot up. But he's evidently one of the race of egotistical male doctors, because he says, 'Like I said, I hate nurses.'

Silena glares at him like he's a disgusting glob of bodily fluid that has landed on her shoes. She slams her chart shut and flounces off without another word.

Stoll whistles under his breath. He sees Annabeth watching, and winks. 'She's hot. She seeing anybody?'

Annabeth gives him a withering look, but there's not time to deliver a scathing comeback. Her pager has just gone off.

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Piper must have just started a new shift—she has that fresh, put-together look that disintegrates within an hour of being in the hospital (less if you're working in the pit). She and Will Solace are following the gurney rolling into the ER from the ambulance bay. It's one of several; half a dozen burly women in biker jackets are being wheeled in simultaneously, all in various states of injury.

'I don't know what happened!' one yells.

'I heard a crash, checked my rearview,' snarls another.

'Half the club is eating asphalt, banging around like tenpins.'

Annabeth rolls up her sleeves. She's only got two hours of her shift left, but if there's any chance she can get in on a surgery …

It's not like she's in a rush to go home, anyway.

'Donor cycle crash?' she asks.

'Bowling for bikers,' Piper says.

Dr Ramírez-Arellano directs them into the nearest exam room. 'What've we got?'

'Nico di Angelo, 24,' says the paramedic. 'Multiple contusions, pelvis stabilised in transport. Alert before we pushed five of morphine. For a left arm degloving injury.'

Will winces at the state of the crushed bones in di Angelo's hand. 'He must have been thrown out of his car!'

'He was on one of the bikes.'

'Seriously, this guy?' Aside from the fact that the rest of the bikers are all women, their patient is thin and wiry, with a face that looks a lot younger than his twenty-four years. Hell, he barely looks like he's out of high school.

'I know, right?' The paramedic shrugs and leaves di Angelo in their hands.

Dr Ramírez-Arellano makes a quick decision. 'Okay, trauma one, and page ortho. Two of you, stay with him.'

Five hands go up immediately. Dr Ramírez-Arellano purses her lips for a second. 'McLean and Solace.'

Piper and Will exchange high fives through their eyes and disappear into the exam room.

'What about us?' Silena says.

Dr Ramírez-Arellano checks her pager and groans. 'Page from—hey, what do you think you're doing?'

The abrupt question is directed at a spiky-haired whirlwind of a woman, who is limping down the ER floor, flanked by two cronies, both wearing the same thick leather jacket and biker jeans. She's a lot skinnier than the other women, with lean, ropy muscles, but from the way she's issuing her orders, there's no question that she's in charge.

'You two make the rounds.' Biker Chick clutches at a bloody wound in her side. 'I want status reports on all the injured. And find out what happened out there.'

'Oh no, you two aren't going anywhere except the waiting room.' Dr Ramírez-Arellano steps in front of the bikers. 'And you, ma'am, need to let us have a look at that injury.'

'Don't call me "ma'am,"' snaps Biker Chick. 'And you don't want to get in the way of club business. You screw with one of us, and we will all screw with you.'

Dr Ramírez-Arellano doesn't flinch. Annabeth is impressed. Her attending must have nerves of steel.

'Look around.' She points at the beds full of injured bikers. 'You want your girls taken care of? That's all my guys are trying to do. And that wound needs attention. So I'll make a deal with you. I'll let these ladies conduct their investigation, as long as they do not bother any of my patients. And you will settle down and let Dr Zhang here take care of you.'

Biker Chick scowls, but evidently finds this an acceptable compromise, because she lets Frank help her to a bed.

'What's your name, ma—um, you prefer sir?' he stammers when Biker Chick shoots him another death glare.

Annabeth hears her laugh harshly as Dr Ramírez-Arellano pulls the curtains shut on them.

'Call me Thalia,' she says.

Dr Ramírez-Arellano purses her lips and checks her pager again. 'You two—' she nods to Annabeth and Silena, 'get up to the neuro floor. Psych's just sent down a patient, they're paging for a consult.'

'Psych?' Annabeth barely bites back her groan. 'Dr Ramírez-Arellano, I was hoping I could scrub in on—'

Her resident's dark eyes flash dangerously. 'Every intern wants to scrub in. That's not your job. Do you know what your job is? Keeping the labs delivered. Keeping the code team staffed. And making sure the damned pages are answered so I can do my job.'

She flings back the curtain on Frank and Thalia and starts to harangue Thalia, who's resisting Frank's attempt to palpate her abdomen, into sitting still.

Silena sighs. 'Come on.'

The consult turns out to be for a freckled redhead with frizzy curls that fan out in a halo around her head. Silena scans her X-rays—all clean—while Annabeth runs through the chart.

'She belongs in psych,' Silena complains to the psychiatrist. He's skinny and blond, with an upturned nose like there's a perpetual bad smell under it. His name tag reads A. Octavian. 'What are you doing turfing her here?'

Octavian shrugs. 'She's my gift to you. Had a seizure this morning, and another an hour ago.'

'What are you talking about?' Annabeth points to the chart. 'Says right here, "She talks to dead people, her family had her committed." That's psych, not neuro.'

'Well, I don't know what correspondence school you attended, but they obviously didn't teach you not to jump to conclusions,' Octavian sniffs.

Silena's face reddens. 'Why, you—'

'Sorry, ladies.' Octavian's tone clearly says he isn't at all. 'We can't take her back until she's cleared.'

'So you're dumping her on us.'

'She thinks her seizures are visions.' Octavian wrinkles his nose.

'Hello,' says their patient. 'They're not seizures. I'm psychic.'

Annabeth and Silena exchange a look.

'Sure you are,' Silena says. 'And I'm Heidi Klum.'

'You could've been,' their patient says solemnly. 'Why'd you give it up?'

Silena makes an impatient noise in the back of her throat. 'Don't you start. I get enough of that shit from the guys.'

Octavian takes this chance to walk away. 'Hey!' Annabeth calls after him, but he's already halfway down the hall, leaving them to their psych(ic) case. Annabeth sighs and checks the chart again.

'Miss Dare. We're gonna start our workup now.'

The redhead shudders. 'Rachel, please. And it's a waste of time. I'm telling you—'

'Humour us,' Silena says. 'Can you grip my fingers, please?'

Rachel stares blankly at them. Her eyes shift out of focus, turning inwards. Annabeth nudges Silena.

'Miss Dare? Are you okay?'

'Someone …' Rachel whispers.

'Someone what?'

'Someone's gonna check out.'

Silena groans. 'Oh man, she is nuts.'

'I'm dizzy, not deaf,' Rachel snaps. 'And I'm telling you, someone on the fourth floor is gonna die.'

At that moment, a code blue comes blaring over the PA system. Rachel raises her eyebrows at them as the code team charges past on their way to the fourth floor.

'ICU's on the fourth floor,' Silena says crossly. 'People are always dying there.'

Rachel shrugs. 'Believe me or not. I'm just saying, I know things.'

'We're gonna get a CT anyway,' Annabeth says.

+++

'Look.' Annabeth points to the scans. 'Spikes in the temporal lobe. It is seizures. Epilepsy.'

'Huh, so neuro after all,' Silena says. 'I'll page—'

'You think I'm epileptic?' Rachel crosses her arms. 'No—that's wrong.'

Annabeth shows Rachel the scans. 'That's your brain activity. See these spikes here? That's abnormal activity—consistent with epilepsy. Not visions. We should get an MRI, get a better look at what's going on in your brain.'

'There's no way …' Rachel trails off. Her eyes close.

'Is she having another seizure?' Silena asks.

'Rachel? Miss Dare?' Annabeth waves her hand in front of their patient's eyes. 'Can you see me? Can you hear me?'

Rachel's eyes snap open. Her fingers close around Annabeth's wrist. 'When your dad left,' she says, 'it wasn't because he didn't love you.'

Annabeth steps back, stunned.

'I told you I know things,' Rachel says simply.

Silena rolls her eyes. 'You keep telling yourself that.' She steers Annabeth out of the room. 'You okay?'

'Yeah. She just—' Annabeth shakes her head, as if that will clear it of Rachel's words. He didn't love you.

'Did your dad die, or—?'

'No. He didn't.' Annabeth rubs her hands up and down her arms. Is it just her, or is the thermostat in the hallway malfunctioning?'

Silena gives her a sympathetic smile. 'Look, I know the type,' she says, jerking her head towards the room where Rachel is now gesturing to an invisible audience. 'These people just want everybody to think they're a sideshow. They're really good at reading people, telling them what they want to hear—I can handle the case, if you want.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah. Your shift's almost over anyway, isn't it? I'll take her to MRI.'

Annabeth lets her. She'd fight harder for it, but chances are, if the scans turn up anything, it'll be Dr Castellan's case.

There's less than ten minutes left to her shift. She could go straight to the locker room and change out, go home. That's what any sane person would do. She doesn't need to run a last check on any of her patients. They're already settled in for the night.

Her feet carry her to the post-op floor anyway.

She expects him to be sleeping—it's nearly midnight, after all, and his visitors are long gone—so it makes her jump when he speaks up.

'God, they really keep your noses to the grindstone around here, don't they? Do you ever get to clock out?'

'Actually, my shift ends in five minutes.'

'Ah, and I'm your final hurdle before freedom.'

Percy grins when she cracks a smile. 'I knew it,' he says.

'Knew what?'

'You can't leave without saying goodbye to me.'

'I'm just doing my job.'

'Uh huh.'

He has his arm around a round, black-and-white object—a panda pillow pet that his friends or his mom must have brought for him. 'Well, I can't think of a better way to end the day than by saying good night to someone cute.'

Annabeth raises her chart to hide her face. 'You flatter yourself, Mr Jackson.'

Percy blanches. 'Seriously, you gotta call me Percy. Mr Jackson makes me feel like I'm fifty. Anyway, who said I was talking about me? I meant I get to say goodnight to a cute girl.'

'You say that to all the girls, or just the ones that have to put up with you?'

'Only the ones who are hot doctors?'

Her face is definitely flaming now. 'You obviously haven't seen Dr Beauregard.'

'The supermodel chick?' he asks.

There's a sharp stab in her chest that feels somewhat like the one that hit her the first time she laid eyes on Percy's not-girlfriend Callie. Of course he's noticed Silena. Who doesn't notice Silena?

When she doesn't reply, he continues, 'All of you come in during rounds, you know. It's like this whole entourage. But the five of you are interns, right? You and your friend Piper, and Dr Beauregard, Dr Solace, and Dr Zhang.'

Annabeth stares at him, her embarrassment giving way to surprise. 'You know all our names?'

'Shouldn't I?'

'Well, most people don't bother. I mean, we're just interns. Dr Castellan and Dr Ramírez-Arellano are the ones in charge.'

'That's dumb,' Percy says with a frown. 'You're all my doctors. Hell, doctor or not, you're all people. You deserve for me to remember your names.'

People. She thinks of the doctors who refuse to learn their interns' names—or their patients', for that matter.

'My mom would say "personal feelings cloud the medicine."' If you want to be one of the greats, you have to learn to detach yourself, Annabeth. Yeah, that's the great Dr Athena Chase all over. Sometimes Annabeth wonders if her mother is so distant because she's a surgeon, or if she became a surgeon because she was already so detached. 'A lot of surgeons don't bother learning their patients' names. They just see them as case files.'

'But not you. You don't believe that.'

She slings her stethoscope over her shoulders and rests her hands on its ends. 'How do you know?'

'Well, for starters, I don't think I'm just a case file to you.'

I'm not going to blush. I'm not going to blush. 'And what makes you say that?'

'Because your shift ended five minutes ago now, and you're still here.'

And when Percy Jackson gives her that roguish, lopsided grin, Annabeth loses her battle against blushing.

#percy jackson fanfic #grey's anatomy au #grey's/pjo crossover #intern!annabeth #patient!percy #still a blatant rip-off of grey's #these two so want to hook up at some point but how to get them there #the backstory is seriously f-ed up #this is my brain on medication #percabeth

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Different (Tom Holland x Reader)

Summary: You run in to Tom (literally) at San Diego Comic-Con as he’s heading to a panel, soon finding out that celebrities aren’t as different as they seem. Requested: Nope Word count: 2020 A/N: So I wrote this and absolutely hated it, but one of my friends read it and seeing her reaction in person made me realize it wasn’t so bad. She continued to encourage me to post it, and what better day than on Tom’s birthday? Hope y'all enjoy!

Please do not copy, repost, or take credit for any of my writing without contacting and receiving my consent beforehand. Thank you.

As you made your way through the crowd at San Diego Comic Con, looking for a familiar face, or a booth that held interesting merch, you ran into someone. It’s wasn’t a little bump into them or anything either, you full on ran into each other, your face directly into his chest, and your few papers on the ground.

“I’m so sor-” you began to say, when you realized who it was, and you stared at him, awestruck.

“No, really, I’m the one who should be sorry, I was the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

You bent down to pick up the papers you had dropped, and stood back up to face him, suddenly shy. You didn’t miss the brief moment he took to check you out, and you could feel the temperature in the already hot and humid room somehow rising even more, as a blush rose to your face.

“Well, I’m expected to be somewhere in about half an hour and I’m nowhere near ready, so I’m gonna give you my number and you can call me later,” he said with a wink after a minute of silence.

“Woah there, buddy boy, you don’t even know my name,” you told him with a smile as you placed your hands on your hips.

“And you don’t know mine,” he responded with a smirk.

“You really think I’m standing here in a Scarlet Witch costume, and I don’t know who you are, Tom?”

Using this as an excuse to check you out again, he hummed, “I suppose you’re right. Well I guess it’s only fair that you tell me your name now.”

“I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you told him, sticking your hand out for a shake.

“Well (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it’s nice to meet you,” he said, grabbing your hand. But instead of shaking it, he turned your hand, knuckles up, and brought it to his lips. You had never witnessed such a gentlemanly act.

Then it dawned on you, you were here, in the middle of a comic convention, flirting with, and being kissed on the hand by, a movie star. Not just any movie star, Spider-Man. And not just any Spider-Man, the best one. This wasn’t any Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield crap (this is a joke, don’t hate me). This was THE Tom Holland. It was crazy.

So when he turned to you and asked “Since I’m definitely going to be late to my panel now, would you mind taking a picture with me, to commemorate the occasion and prove I had a good reason for not showing up on time?” You almost fainted, shocked at the idea that someone like him was asking you for a photo, and not the other way around. As you nodded, a shy smile on your face, he pulled his phone out. As you didn’t have anyone to take your picture (and you weren’t about to ask someone and bring more attention to Tom), you settled on a selfie. The first one was cute, he had his arm around your shoulder and you were both smiling like there was no place you’d rather be, which really, at least for you, there wasn’t. The next was your favorite. You pointed a finger at him and pretended to be shocked, your face saying “what are the odds I would find a dork like this” finally able to mirror your inner feelings. While you pretended to be shocked, he looked at you, laughing, an adorable smile spread across his face at your antics. And for the last one, you brought your hand up to meet the one he had slung across your shoulder, interlocking your fingers, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you smiling up at the camera.

He asked you if you wanted the photos, and you quietly mumbled, “well, yeah, I’m sure I can find them online later, right?”

“What I meant is, do you want me to send you the pictures?”

“Oh, I’m, yeah, that, that-uh works f-for me,” you told him, forgetting how to use your words. He handed you his phone, and allowed you to type in your number. Saving it as a contact, you handed it back, and you watched him send you the photos you had just taken. Finally getting your confidence back, you asked him, “So, this is how you get every girl’s number then, huh?”

“Nope, only the cute ones who run into me at comic conventions, take really good selfies, and don’t fangirl, despite knowing who I am,” he stated, and added in a whisper, “and so far, you’re the only one.” Soon enough you felt a buzz in your pocket and received the pictures, but before you could even save the number, he looked at his watch and grabbed your hand and started walking, mumbling something about being late and having to hurry up.

“So I think it’s great and all that you’re heading to a panel, but is there any particular reason you’re dragging me with you?” you asked, slightly confused, but not complaining.

“Well, I thought I’d be able to show my manager the reason I was late in the first place.”

“Wasn’t that the point of the pictures?” you asked, laughing.

“Plus, you get to sit front row in the panel, and I’ll let you meet my co workers,” he added in, with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I suppose that’s a fair deal,” you agreed. “So earlier you said you were nowhere near ready, and now we’re heading straight there, what changed?” you asked, realizing a slight continuity error in his story.

“Well, I changed my mind about what I wanted to wear?” he offered, a slight shrug to his shoulders, knowing he wasn’t really that convincing. You hummed a noise that would normally sound like an agreement, but you both knew the sarcasm that was rooted behind it.

As you both reached Hall H, the one that is reserved for the biggest panels, and usually takes waiting in line from Wednesday to see a panel planned for Saturday, you realized how lucky you were. Here you were with Tom Holland, the star of the show not even needing to wait in line for a front row seat for the biggest panel at Comic-Con 2017. He brought you in the back, and when security asked you for a pass, Tom told them that you were with him. The guards began to tell him they couldn’t simply do that, but Tom’s manager grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him away, and since he was still holding your hand, you got dragged along too. Though the security guard was annoyed, he simply rolled his eyes and moved on, letting you go through, knowing that Tom wasn’t a stupid guy and wouldn’t bring a crazy person backstage. Or at least dangerously crazy.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, THEY’RE GOING TO START LETTING PEOPLE INTO THE PANEL IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE A HALF AN HOUR AGO!” Tom’s manager roared. Tom simply stared back, offering a sheepish smile, his hand never leaving yours. If his manager noticed you earlier, they didn’t say anything, instead using the awkward silence after their fit of rage to look you up and down and then ask, “You’re really late because of some girl, Tom?”

“Not just any girl,” he promised. “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Marvel fan, professional selfie taker, and possibly the cutest girl in attendance of Comic-Con. Ever.” You and the manager rolled your eyes in sync, and you proceeded to profusely apologize to them.

“I really didn’t mean to keep him behind. I just ran into him and couldn’t help but stop to talk for a second.”

“And when she says she ran into me, she means literally,” Tom added with a chuckle, “You should probably go find her a seat out there though. I promised her front row.”

“Well, we’ve got one minute until the entrance opens, so I’ll do what I can.” They then led you to the seating area, and you heard them mumble something about allowing one less person in from outside into a walkie talkie, causing you to feel guilt in the pit of your stomach, but before you could protest, they were already gone.

The panel was amazing. Right in front of your eyes you saw Zendaya, Robert Downey Jr. and so many more people from the most recent Spider-Man movie, of course, including Tom. As usual, the last few minutes of the panel were opened up to the crowd to ask some questions. You stayed planted in your seat knowing full well that you would get all the questions you had answered by Tom later. As much fun as it would be to tease Tom in front of the whole panel, you thought you’d let the other fans have their chance.

Though most of the questions were pretty generic, your ears perked up when you heard a pretty girl say she had a question specifically for Tom. “So, I was really just curious if you were in a relationship. There’s been some debate about it online and I thought it was time for some clarification,” she asked, with a wink.

“Well,” Tom started, and you thought you could see his manager gesturing to him to cut it out from the back. “As much as I love to keep my personal life, well, personal, I can tell you I’ve got my eye on someone. Not much more to say about it though,” he told the girl, and the audience with a glance at you, that sent red coursing to your face.

“Thank you,” the girl said into the microphone, clearly upset, before walking back to her seat and allowing the next question to be asked.

As the panel ended and the crowd shuffled out, Tom’s manager found you again, slipped an all access pass around your neck to join your regular pass holding lanyard, and told you that for some reason Tom has really taken to you, and he wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.

As if on cue, Tom walked up, and told you how he had sweet talked his manager into getting you an all access pass.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder, he led you to an area where you saw more people you recognized. This was of course his fellow cast members and friends. You immediately looked down at your feet, feeling almost as if you were unworthy of being in their presence. Robert Downey Jr. was there for God’s sake.

Before Tom could even introduce you, Harrison piped up, “So, this is the girl you were talking about up there, huh?” The sudden question shocked you and you just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. You had just met Tom and he was already (kinda) telling the world about you. I mean not actually, but now all of his fans and all of the Spider-Man fans would know that he was interested in someone. That someone being you. It just felt weird, like your life was on display, and you hadn’t even gone on the first date.

“Yeah, yeah, uh, this is her.”

You looked up from your feet and awkwardly waved, leaning into Tom more.

“So!” Zendaya said with a clap to change the subject, “what other panels are everyone headed to today?”

A few of them mentioned panels they were in and ones they wanted to attend. “Oh yeah, I really wanted to go to that one panel, um. Shoot, I can’t remember the name of it, but there was a comic art panel that looked cool. I think it’s Hall E? Around two ish?” Tom said, trying to remember the time and place of the panel he had seen circled on your papers when you had dropped them earlier.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to see that,” you said at the same time as Harrison. You two looked at each other, and smiled.

Maybe they weren’t so different after all.

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On the Head of a Pin: 4x16 Recap

Then:

Dean has angels watching over him.

Now:

Bamf!Cas is out in full force using his powers to stop one of the most annoying sounds in the world: the car alarm. At the scene of a car crash, he finds a fellow angel dead, stabbed through her throat.

For Science:

As the cops arrive, Cas wings his way out of there. The cops look down at the victim and ask, “what the hell?” as the camera pans up to reveal (large, beautiful, oh how we miss them!) wings, charred into the ground. (Man, remember how stoked we all were to see the return of angel wings in season 12? I was enjoying the return to old school continuity, but in reality they were just foreshadowing the fact that we were going to see some wings that SHOULD NEVER BE SEEN.)

Cut to Sam careening down the Lost Highway (yeah, Boris has been watching Twin Peaks this hellatus --can’t not see Lynch’s influence in anything these days) in Baby. Dean wakes from slumber and Sam fills him in on the latest with Ruby. Dean is grumpy, indifferent, but mostly tired. Sam is angry and thinks Dean should follow suit.

They arrive at their motel and find the turn-down service is two dick angels (ok, one dick angel and one slightly rebellious angel). Uriel informs Dean that he’s needed. Dean tells Uriel to back off. Cas tries to reason with him, but Uriel cuts him off, and it’s clear that there’s some tension between the two angels.

Uriel informs the brothers that seven angels from their garrison have been killed by demons. Heaven has Alastair, but they need his student to extract the information from him. “You can’t ask me to do this, Cas. Not this.” Brb, just grabbing ALL THE TISSUES IN THE WORLD for the rest of this episode. Uriel grabs Dean and they’re gone before Sam has time to react.

Once at the angel safehouse, the angels show Dean where Alastair is being held. Dean is adamant that they can’t make him torture Alastair. Cas agrees that it’s too much to ask but, “We have to ask it.” Stare, Stare, Stare, Stare. God, they’re both struggling with this so much. Dean asks Uriel if he can talk to Cas alone, and Uriel leaves to seek revelation. Dean makes a joke. Cas squints and admits that Uriel is the funniest angel in the garrison (ok, Boris 100% slow, but Cas was being dry and sarcastic here, right? He is really the funniest angel, right?) (Natasha: I always took it at face value and angels just have a different sense of humor. And by “angels” I mean Cas.)

*Classic Dialog Alert*

DEAN: What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?

CASTIEL: My superiors have begun to question my sympathies.

DEAN: Your sympathies?

CASTIEL: I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.

Cas tells Dean that he doesn’t want this to happen, but they need it. Dean hears this, and his lip quivers. God Damn It, Jensen. My heart can’t take this. “You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out.” Cas simply responds, “For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this.” In all rational honesty, this scene does not get any easier the more one watches it.

Cut to Dean, torture cart in hand, rolling into Alastair’s lock-up. Alastair has a great sense of humor and is singing “Cheek to Cheek” as Dean walks in. He starts laughing, but Dean tells him he has one chance to spill who’s killing the angels. Alastair decides to taunt Dean instead, eventually poking at the festering pain of John Winchester.

Sam, meanwhile, summons his good buddy Ruby to help him locate Dean. Dean’s not strong enough to get the info from Alastair, but Sam is (or will be…) Eck.

Torture break, For Science:

Alastair taunts Dean with the knowledge that John lasted 100 years on the rack, but Dean only lasted 30. I’m really glad I wasn’t in this room because, angel killer be damned, that motherfucker would have gotten a angel/Ruby/Colt blade through the throat/torso/balls so fast. Grr. Dean’s ready to torture though, and admits to dreaming in hell of this very moment. He draws a syringe full of holy water, and Alastair actually looks apprehensive. Framed with hooks and chains, Cas stands by, an audial witness to the pain.

I’m sorry guys, but I think we all need another Science break.

Meanwhile, Ruby does the old fire and map trick to locate Dean. Sam needs a little something-something. Demon blood, guys! (It really is too bad Ruby was a lying, horrible demon. Sam had some serious chemistry with her. Amelia: take notes.)

Dean continues his ministrations, while a water pipe starts to leak, breaking the demon trap.

Anna arrives in her old vessel. La, la, la, walking right past this possible story/continuity error. Anna questions Cas on why he’s allowing Dean to torture Alastair. Anna implores him to stop this. Cas still holds strong not to question the will of God (my heart). Anna casts doubt in Cas’s heart by questioning if it’s God’s will at all. Dean continues his work. Anna continues to make it clear to Cas that this work that Dean is doing isn’t something that God would want, and what Cas is feeling “is called doubt.” She almost breaks through to Cas, but he tells her to go. As she flaps away, he looks down, with obvious regret in his face.

Alastair complains that Dean’s not trying hard enough to torture him and casually mentions that Dean has “no idea what he did for Hell.” Dean’s rejoinder is to pour salt deep into his mouth and Alastair hacks on salt and blood. “It was supposed to be your father,” Alastair chuckles. “In the end, it was you. The first time you picked up my razor. That was the first seal.” Dean snarls that he’s lying but Alastair switches to intonation mode and says, “And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks so shall it break.”

Dean’s...affected. He turns away in horror, trying to box his emotions in as Alastair tells him Hell’s impending victory is all down to Dean’s own actions in Hell.

Alastair checks on the progress of his leaking pipe and sees that the dripping has worn away one of the lines in Cas’s demon trap. As Dean vows to kill Alastair despite his grim revelations, he turns to find that Alastair is loose. Alastair takes him down with a swift punch.

We cut to some time later with Dean beaten and bloody. Alastair is on the brink of killing him when Castiel busts in with the demon blade. Cas stabs him, twists the knife with his freaky angel mind magic, and he and Alastair have a fun drag-down fight. Alastair gets the upper hand, pins and impales Cas to a post, and begins to mutter a Latin invocation to part Cas from his vessel and send him back to Heaven.

Sam busts in then, having eaten his “spinach” and chucks Alastair against the opposite wall with HIS freaky mojo. “I can kill you with my brain,” Sam might as well have said. While Cas looks on in horror and shock, Sam immolates Alastair.

We cut to Dean in the hospital, breathing tube in and life support machines hissing. Cas peeks in on the hospital room briefly and then takes off again immediately. Sam rushes out into the hallway and angrily demands that Cas heal Dean. When Cas tells him that he’s not allowed to do so, Sam drops the news that Alastair wasn’t the one killing angels.

Cas flaps to join Uriel who is sitting meditatively in a park.

Uriel mutters about the angel attacks. Cas speculates that their garrison is being punished for failing to stop the apocalypse. He worries that the wrath of Heaven is descending on them. Cas heads to Anna and tells her that he’s “considering disobedience.” Cas looks haunted at the prospect. “I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Anna half laughs at his plea. He can’t expect her to lead him in lieu of Heaven. He’s got to think for himself. Cas lowers his head sorrowfully and flaps back to the trap he built in the warehouse. CSI Cas finds the leaky pipe and the broken line, then uses his mojo to turn off the water.

Uriel pops in. “Will you join me?” He’s ready to take our darling, broody Cas under his wing and teach him the ways of his new war - and his departure from Heaven’s orders. Cas questions him on the integrity of the trap and then, without waiting for an answer, he uses their incredibly long relationship as soldiers in arms to beg for the truth.

“The only thing that can kill an angel is another angel,” Uriel says, a blade sliding from his sleeve. (Oh, cocky, naive Uriel...how wrong you are.) Cas demands answers about the murders and Uriel scoffs at the word. He’s been converting angels to his cause. The dead ones are just collateral damage. Uriel complains about humanity’s whining dependency and the angels’ mission to protect them. His new goal is to raise Lucifer from Hell. Lucifer was strong and beautiful and he didn’t bow to humanity. He was on the angels’ side.

Cas demands Uriel’s plans about converting the garrison and Uriel insists that he’ll only kill other garrison members if they don’t convert to his cause to “bring on the apocalypse.” Cas raises soulful eyes. He’s not afraid of his own choices anymore. He smashes his fist into Uriel and sends him flying through a brick wall.

Uriel and Cas exchange blows and tear down the warehouse as they do it until Uriel gets the upper hand. “I still serve God,” Cas protests, kneeling bloodied before Uriel.

“There is no will. No wrath. No God.” Uriel growls (dropping actual truth bombs) as he prepares to kill Castiel.

Anna stabs him in the throat from behind. “Maybe. Maybe not. But there’s still me.” Yeah, Anna!

Later in the hospital room Cas asks a slightly more recovered Dean, “Are you alright?” It’s definitely a question that applies to both of them. The unspoken answer is nope. Not in the tiniest bit.

Cas drops the bomb that Uriel is dead and that he was working against Heaven and the other angels. Dean asks if it’s true that he started the apocalypse by breaking the first seal. “When we discovered Lilith’s plan for you we laid siege to Hell.” So...yep, it’s true.

“Why didn’t you just leave me there then?” Dean asks, self-loathing dripping off the screen like black goo.

“It’s not blame, it’s fate,” Cas tells him, finally laying Heaven’s cards on the table (at least as far as he knows). “The righteous man that begins it is the only man that can finish it.” He tells Dean that he has to stop the apocalypse. No pressure, man.

Dean is understandably a little overwhelmed and presses Cas for more details about what the hell that’s supposed to mean. While Cas looks on sorrowfully he says, “I can’t do it, Cas. It’s too big. Alastair was right. I’m not all here. I’m not strong enough. I guess I’m not the man either of our Dads wanted me to be.” Heart. Breaks.

Quotes: You guys don’t walk enough; you’re gonna get flabby.

Uriel is the funniest angel in the garrison.

I’m considering disobedience.

Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate.

#spn recap #spn rewatch #spn 4x16 #on the head of a pin #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #cas #anna #uriel #alastair #ruby #supernatural season 4 #he was my ben edlund thing

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