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Dance, Magic Dance: The Church on Ruby Road

With the return of Russell T Davies we were given a “new” Doctor Who logo with their revamped take on the classic diamond logo. The diamond logo is everywhere now. Books, web content, episodes, and more are stamped with it. Everything except for the “Doctor Who: The Collection,” blu-rays which continue to display the Jodie Whittaker era logo. The reason for this is simple- spines. Most people display books and physical media with their spines facing outward. If you were to change the font on those spines, they lose their uniformity. For some people, that shit is infuriating. It’s not just Doctor Who fans either. The infamous plastic Homer head box for The Simpsons’ sixth season DVD is still controversial. If Doctor Who fans can get upset about a blu-ray spine, then imagine how they might react if you were to change the Saturday time slot to a Sunday. Or even more brazenly, imagine changing the Christmas episode to a New Year's Eve episode. Should be super easy, barely an inconvenience. Right?

It had been six years since Doctor Who last aired a Christmas special. While I have come to appreciate the importance of a Christmas episode within the fandom, I argued in favour of the change at the time as I am not the biggest fan of Christmas. I have history with the holiday, like many of us do. New Year’s Eve also pertains to time, so it made some sense. And for as cheerful as they tend to be, Doctor Who Christmas specials were becoming a graveyard of regenerating Doctors. I get that Christmas is about renewal, but watching the Doctor die on Christmas isn’t my jam, especially if they’re surrounded by a bunch of tacky Christmas decor. Only one other time do we see a freshly regenerated Doctor at the beginning of a Christmas episode and that was David Tennant in “The Christmas Invasion.” It also consistently ranks as the best of the RTD Christmas specials. Though I believe “The Church on Ruby Road,” may soon challenge that.

Before I get into it, I want to preface this by saying I was on my third flute of Buck’s Fizz by the time the episode started. I don’t usually drink alcohol when I’m about to watch a film or TV show. I once went to see Terry Gilliam’s “The Brothers Grimm,” while drunk and it was a bad time on two fronts. But this was Christmas, I was feeling a bit jolly. I only mention this because I may be a bit fuzzy on the details. It’s funny then that the details are another reason I’m feeling a bit fuzzy. Last night, when I should have been asleep, I was researching runes, glyphs, and symbols in an attempt to identify the symbols drawn on the Doctor’s fingernails. That’s how intriguing this new era of Doctor Who is- it’s got me doing research into the early hours of the morning.

Where I first noticed the symbols drawn on Ncuti’s fingernails was in the below promotional image. They looked like some fan had put them there, but when I saw that it was official, I felt a stir inside. Part of me mourned for the kids who have parents like my mom who would see those symbols, call them Satanic and forbid them from watching Doctor Who. The other part of me questioned their function. I know Ncuti Gatwa is an avid follower of the zodiac, so I was braced for it to be that simple, but I had hoped it was something more. In my research, I had trouble finding an exact match for the two clearest runes in the picture. The character on his ring finger looks a bit like the number three in Psalter Pahlavi or like something from Linear A. While the crescent shape on his middle finger looked a bit like the alchemical symbol for platinum or the zodiac symbols for the Sun and Moon. When you’re a time and space travelling alien, your zodiac and table of elements must reach beyond our solar system. They could be alchemical symbols for Dalekanium or the zodiac symbol for Gallifrey. Maybe with this new magical Whoniverse, the Doctor now writes talismans on his fingers for protection.

It’s an enchanting prospect that we get to discover this new magic through the eyes of a new Doctor and companion. There’s a sort of levelling of the playing field for us as fans to come into this new chapter of Doctor Who slightly off our bearings. Who better to lead us through the chaos of magic than the Doctor himself? If his fingernails are a sign of this change, then he’s already got a leg-up on us, which is an exciting place to be as an audience. It’s so easy to be a pedantic know-it-all when the answer is always “Aliens,” but what about all those times a wizard did it, or in this case, the Toymaker?

Our introduction to Ruby Sunday was a bit surprising. Leaving her on a church doorstep felt like a page out of the Steven Moffat playbook of fairy tale magic. But also grounded in the character development we got with Rose, Martha, and Donna. Ruby’s backstory is a mystery, but her agency is not. Ruby has friends, a band, and a family. We’ve known her for 55 minutes and I already have a decent grasp on who she is as a person. She has a compassion for Lulubelle which goes beyond being kidnapped by Goblins. You can see she feels a kinship as a fellow foundling. She knows how it feels to feel disconnected from her history. Similarly, the Doctor can look at both Ruby and Lulubelle and see himself on their faces. He too was adopted after being left behind.

I enjoyed this aspect of the story as my own family is touched by adoption. My mother found out she was adopted after her adoptive parents died. Coincidentally, she had already adopted a little girl from China a year or so prior. I now have three adopted siblings and I love them all. It means a lot to me to see them portraying Ruby’s family as a realistic depiction of an adopted family. Her adoptive mother, Carla, is as good a mother as one could hope for. When she admits she was nervous about Ruby finding her biological mother, it’s understandable. She doesn’t want to ruin the beautiful family that started when Ruby came into her and her mother Cherry’s lives.

The Davina McCall scene may be the weakest part of the episode. Aside from the prologue, it’s basically the first scene, and much like the other opening scenes in the RTD2 era, it’s a bit wonky. The dialogue lends itself to Ruby’s nervousness being interviewed, but “foundled,” is a bit too close to fondled for my tastes. It’s VOR all over again. The main takeaway from the interview is that Ruby was the baby left at the church (no surprises there) and that Davina’s people are going to try to find her birth parents. Sadly, as we come to find out, Ruby’s parents prove to be untraceable. The interview is cut short when the mics begin picking up the sound of Goblins. I feel like the only reason they were Goblins is because pointy-eared mischief makers called Gremlins ruining Christmas was a bit too close to a certain ‘80s movie. Better to go for a story with musical numbers about Goblins who steal babies for the Goblin King. No ‘80s movies infringed there… wait a minute. I kid of course, there’s nothing wrong with paying homage to the classics.

Before we get too far from the interview scene, I want to talk about Denzel. No, I don’t mean America’s sweetheart, Denzel Washington, I mean the sound guy. Was I drunk, or did Ruby mention he asked her out? I’d heard rumours she was going to have a bit of a love triangle with her boyfriend and the Doctor. I wonder if it’s not him. It would be weird to have a sound guy with a unique name who gets mentioned again if it’s not going to come back into play. I think this might enter the territory of the controversial aspects of the season that Millie Gibson alluded to recently. It’s funny then that the part of me that finds any of that controversial is the part of me that hates the idea of the Doctor being romantic with companions. I’ve never enjoyed it. Rose and Ten? Blech. Yaz and Thirteen? Snore. Representation matters, sure, but what about asexual and aromantic representation? I get that people might fancy the Doctor, especially when they look like Ncuti Gatwa, but I hope the Doctor continues to ward off any advances.

Speaking of representation, I would like to take a smidgen of a moment to talk about Trudy. As a trans woman, it was nice to see her living her best life. Simply letting trans characters exist is better representation than what we got in “The Star Beast.” They didn’t even pat themselves on the backs about it in “Doctor Who Unleashed,” as I worried they might. Regardless, some cis people think that any trans representation is shoving it down their throats. They reject the reality that for many people, trans people are a part of their daily lives. If your average person took the time to learn people’s pronouns, they’d see we’re everywhere. We’re not trying to shove anything in your face. Trust me. You’re not our type.

As I said above, it’s nice to see Ruby’s life play out over this montage. You learn a bit about her life and what she gets up to. Though when I heard she had a band, I was hoping for something more punk than Christmas standards. Ncuti dancing on the dancefloor was joyous, a word which I find myself using about him a lot lately. I love the embracing of his Scottish upbringing with his kilt. When I read RTD’s Doctor Who Magazine article talking about the Doctor dancing, I worried a little bit. Sure, the Ninth Doctor proved the Doctor dances, but I worried the scene would make the Doctor feel too sexy or too human. The Eleventh Doctor’s terrible dancing garnered the name “The Giraffe,” because it was so unflattering. But the Fifteenth Doctor pulls it off in a way few others could. However, I do still take issue with one aspect of that scene and that’s Ruby leaving her drink unattended in a busy club. There are worse people than Goblins mucking about with drinks, Russell. Let’s make a good example for the young members of the audience.

The montage of the Doctor watching Ruby from afar was actually a note from Disney. Test audiences wanted to see the Doctor earlier, and I don’t disagree. In the words of Werner Herzog’s Mandalorian character- “I want to see the baby.” It also explains why we recently saw footage of Ncuti punching through a snowman head when principal photography had ended months ago. This, of course, was due to further meddling from the Goblins, who appear to be everywhere now. They’re like bedbugs who pass from person to person. I loved the line “A pram at midnight. Really?” Such a cheeky Doctor already. Gatwa gives vibes of previous Doctors throughout the entire episode, but the snowman head scene gave us one I didn’t expect. The Doctor telling the policeman to ask his girlfriend to marry him reminded me of the Eighth Doctor’s penchant for fortunetelling. Only this time, he’s not weirdly omniscient, but rather making a wild assumption after his sonic pinged a diamond ring, which is a thing it does now, evidently.

The Doctor’s new sonic screwdriver has been a bit controversial, because what isn’t in this fucking fandom lately? I get the argument that it’s just not to your liking, that’s fair. But I’ve seen some monumentally dumb takes on the subject. I saw someone complain that it wasn’t shaped like a screwdriver. I hate to break it to you, but none of them have been shaped like a screwdriver. Show me on the Third Doctor’s where you fit the Phillips head. I’ve also seen people complain that it looked like tech from the early 2000s. So their biggest complaints are that it looks weird and out of time. How inappropriate for an alien time traveller. Regardless, I loved seeing Fifteen using his assorted gadgets. His intelligent gloves feel like a natural fit amongst his classic instruments and I can see them coming in handy further down the line. There’s also something about seeing the Doctor pull out the psychic paper that brings it home for me. It’s like seeing the Doctor square off with their first Dalek. It makes them feel complete. I know RTD said they’re giving the Daleks a rest for a bit, but I hope we do get to see Ncuti officially call one a “detty pig,” before he bows out.

The Goblin ship was a great way to introduce us to the new magical aspect of the Whoniverse. Not just because it’s fantastical, but also because the Doctor wasn’t able to use his shiny new screwdriver on it. Had it been a normal spaceship with metal and wires, he would only need to point and click. But this ship is all wood and rope, rendering the sonic mostly useless. The Goblins force the Doctor to learn the science of luck, but the ship causes him to learn the language of rope. I adored watching Ruby and the Doctor bicker while he was busy learning about the ship. They’ve not been together five minutes and they’re already getting tied up by baddies. They have an instant Doctor/companion relationship and it’s obvious why they were paired together. Furthermore, Ncuti’s detachment from the danger of the situation, coupled with an admiration for the Goblins’ tech was pure Doctory goodness. I could easily see Tom Baker fiddling with rope while Sarah Jane complained that he was goofing off.

Because of the charity release of “The Goblin Song,” many of us had become intimately familiar with it before the episode. What I doubt many of us were expecting was for Ncuti and Millie to join in on the singing. While I’ve not heard anyone complain about this, I’m sure someone has. To me, it worked. For starters, it’s a Christmas episode. Secondly, the Goblins have a band. It makes sense that the Doctor would try to win them over by speaking their language. It seems to work as the Goblins dance along with the Doctor and Ruby. Much of their logic seems dictated by whimsy. They sing and dance. They cause mischief. And they are attracted to coincidence. It’s not just that Lulubelle is a baby, it’s that she’s flavoured by happenstance. Both she and Ruby are foundlings left on Christmas Eve. It’s like the sound of a dinner bell for these little munchers. While the singing and dancing worked for both the scene and the Goblins, I hope RTD continues to use it sparingly. While I expect to see it return with the Beatles episode, I don’t want the concept to wear out its welcome. Doctor Who can afford the odd musical episode, but let’s not go crazy.

With Lulubelle saved, the Doctor and Ruby get her back home before Carla or Cherry ever notice she’s gone. This gives the family a chance to meet the Doctor, starting with Cherry. Cherry’s reaction to the Fifteenth Doctor was an understandably thirsty one. RTD kind of wrote himself into a corner by casting Gatwa. It must be exhausting to begin every scene with “The Doctor enters the room and people are immediately enamoured.” He exudes charisma in a way that makes you stop looking at David Tennant. Remember the bi-generation scene? Little known fact, but Tennant was also in that scene. Another enjoyable aspect of the Cherry scene was seeing the Doctor flirt back. I know I said I dislike a romantic Doctor, but it was nice to see it with someone more age-appropriate. I kid, but what I did like about the scene was that he spoke to her as if she were a young woman. Because for him, she is. And even further, it didn’t feel like that cutesy old people flirting like “If I were younger,” bullshit. It makes sense that a time traveller would find whoever a person is in the present the most important. You can travel to the past or the future, but it all pivots along you in the present. We stand outside past and future versions of ourselves. To me, this is why the Doctor is compassionate, he sees the pivot people are capable of making. Can you now pivot beyond a dark past into a bright future?

The meeting between Carla and the Doctor was less flirtatious. Carla seemed open to this eccentric Doctor while keeping a concerned mother’s distance. The ironic thing is that not only is the Doctor like Ruby and Lulubelle, but he’s also a lot like Carla. Both of them know the weight that comes with what the Twelfth Doctor would call “duty of care.” Like the Doctor’s long list of previous companions, the photos on Carla’s fridge tell a story of lives touched. This is why when things go bad and Ruby disappears, the missing photos on the fridge cut us to our core. Michelle Greenidge floored me with her performance here. Seeing her claim her life is great because she has no responsibility was harrowing. We’ve seen her real truth. She’s a centre point of light illuminating the lives of many, not this selfish woman in it for the paycheck. Even Cherry now feels forgotten in the other room, waiting out the clock. This is a reality the Doctor cannot tolerate.

Not only are the Goblins little baby-stealing monsters, but they’re also time-hoppers, whatever the hell that means. How it differs from time travel probably has more to do with a Time Lord’s concept of elegance than anything else. But like the Daleks, I doubt Goblins have much of a concept of elegance. If anything it’s a warped admiration for coincidence. And if a baby Lulubelle isn’t a viable meal option, then the other side of that coincidental coin, baby Ruby, would have to suffice. After all, I’m fairly certain if they don’t feed the Goblin King soon, he’s going to start wooing Jennifer Connelly at a masked ball. The Doctor travels back to that church on Ruby Road. Tears still running down his face, we see the mysterious woman leaving Ruby behind. Is it her mother? Is it a younger version of the mysterious Mrs Flood? Is it Ruby herself? The Doctor doesn’t have the time to go chasing after her. He has Gobbos to stop.

Floating above the church steeple like Bowser’s airship, the Goblins begin hauling Ruby onboard. The Doctor climbs to the church roof where he puts the last spark of power in his intelligent gloves to the test. Instead of climbing up to the ship, the Doctor begins pulling the ship back down to earth by its rope ladder. However, the ladder is more likely to give out before his gloves do. So in a last-ditch effort, the Doctor brings all of his weight down using the gloves’ ability to increase mavity (I know) on the ladder. The ship plunges onto the church steeple which stabs up through the hull and into the belly of the Goblin King. With his influence and magic now dispersed, the ship and all of its Goblins disappear with it, leaving baby Ruby in a freefall. No pressure. The Doctor of course catches her using the gloves to cushion her fall. It was all a pretty lucky gamble considering the steeple could have just as easily hit Ruby, but luck is now a tangible thing, so maybe it was lucky. You could say “The Doctor killed a guy,” but you could also say this was the Goblin King’s second chance, and as you remember- “No second chances.” It would appear that the Doctor is still that sort of man.

With the Goblins gone, neither Ruby nor Davina McCall will be plagued with bad luck. Davina even gets so lucky as to have the Doctor appear just in time to prevent her from being brained by a Christmas tree star. The pictures on the fridge are back, and so is the giant crack the Goblins left when they attempted to kidnap Ruby. It makes you wonder just how Carla and Cherry will fair with squirrels getting in through the roof while Ruby is off exploring all of time and space. Does insurance cover acts of Goblin? Who knows, maybe Kate Stewart will stop by with a restoration team. All the Doctor would need to do is make a call. Mrs Flood returns to commend the Doctor for a better parking job. Is it just me or was that a subtle hint of disability representation? A subtle reminder not to block the pavement for the elderly and disabled.

I liked that the TARDIS appeared to invite Ruby inside by opening her doors to her. You could say the Doctor flipped a switch, but he was busy doing his fourth costume change. I like to think she was giving her seal of approval. I never quite understood why the TARDIS didn’t like Clara. It seemed to come out of nowhere. The TARDIS was like, “I dunno why, but I don’t like this bitch.” I guess you could say the whole Impossible Girl thing made her competition, but now it’s just starting to sound like Moffat writing women. But the TARDIS and Ruby? Just gals being pals. Sisters before misters. Empowered women empower women. Yas queen.

In the end, we’re left with Mrs Flood comforting her neighbour Abdul after he sees the TARDIS dematerialise. She gives the camera a devious smile as she says “Never seen a TARDIS before?” This of course is the classic Davies Easter Egg. He knew the fandom would blow up. And dammit, after almost twenty years of saying it, it had better be the Rani. Some people have said Romana or Susan, but she feels a bit more sinister. Besides, if it’s Susan, I’m going to be disappointed because Carol Anne Ford is still alive. If it was Susan, we’re owed a flashback to her regeneration. The reason she feels slightly sinister is the way she gaslights Abdul about the TARDIS. She yells at the poor man like he parked the thing in front of her house even though she apparently knows what it is. Conversely, she could be nobody we’ve seen before. Perhaps she’s an Eternal or “the Boss.” Either way, I’m intrigued.

Ncuti Gatwa is finally the Doctor. It almost feels unreal to be able to say that. Not only have we waited a long time to say it, but what an exciting Doctor he is already. He brings an invigorated energy to the performance. He's full of charm and I can't picture many Doctors pulling off a curtsy as well as he did. I’m still waiting for him to get a bit scary, but his amazed reaction to seeing Goblins about to eat a baby shows me he’s capable of it. I would like to see them show his age a little, but there’s still loads of time. His conversation with Cherry gave us a glimpse at the ancient being behind his eyes, but I would like to see more. While the Doctor may still have hang-ups about his past, it would appear his time with Donna was a time of emotional healing. The Doctor isn’t afraid of his emotions and it’s been a bit of a revelation just how much I like that. This Doctor wears his hearts on his sleeves and it’s surprisingly refreshing. It’s a far cry from “I'm still quite socially awkward,” and I couldn’t be any happier about that. We have a new Doctor. A new companion. New rules. Is anyone else excited for May?

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 2 months

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👸- well, well, welln look who has some unwanted free time. The Con made a video to promote getting an autograph and picture with Chris. He is the only celeb they did this for. There are still 2 groups open today for photos as well as one autograph session. To be honest, the autogeaph sessions were sold out yesterday, and the new tome was not added. They seemed to open more slots. Im guessing to try and cover the cost of Chris being there, hosping more people will go for autographs. This is a huge red flag for his team. A year ago, he was still sold out at cons in fsct. i think he was for NYCC as well.

Paying for photos and autographs is a lot better feedback than losing followers. They/he cant be told its bots or people getting rid of thier pages or whatever sh*t this is a con where he has fans over 3 comic book movies and 1 annoyed show and they dont sell like they used to. I hope his team notices and ends a certain sh*t show. I think he got those parts in movies because they still bank on his Captain America association, but this is the first time they haven't sold out, and its not 1 thing isn't sold out, but 3. I wouldn't be surprised if it isn't announced that he doesn't have anything slated for the beginning of next year to film OR at least the end of next year after Red One. Dwayne can only do so much for a movie. He isnt the star he was and this is the first real world hint/impact he'll see when he's told no one else is coming OR if he has to wait around if people can buy them last minute (I have 0 clue if they can) chris is also charging a lot more than Elija Wood, Misha Collins amd Jodi Whitaker. While yes thsoe three arill have openings, it doesn't matter because you need to compare Chris' past history with Ops being sold out. They used to not only sell out but within a few days, if not hours, now theyre making a video to promote, and you can still sign up.

If megan is there, I'd love to hear that conversation. But this is the first time he will see the impact he's made, at least in a paycheck

If Chris didn't know the state of his fans/fandom he will now

May this message actually reach him, one way or another...

#An🫶n asks #👸 asks #👸 PSA to the Fandom #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #looks rough out there...#eccc 2024 #best of luck! and enjoy whatever this day brings

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dilf-dennis · 8 months

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Dennis.

I have created a child in a new way.

Jodie’s alignment has been switched, and I have attacked my husband and fiancé- I am out of spell slots for healing purposes and I am currently awaiting a response from Ratticus Finch regarding Lark’s trial.

How is Gravy?

I am sorry I have not picked him up yet.

Can I come see him?

I am sorry for leaving when I said I would not.

I understand if you are mad at me.

-W

Yeah. I've been reading on and off.

Gravy is doing that thing where it's like walking in place.

On my back.

I'm lying on the floor.

It's not a terrible experience.

Gravy seems to be having a good time.

You can come over if you want to.

Or not.

I think I'm tired.

I'm not usually tired, so this is new. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I might be too tired to feel anything right now.

So I won't be mad today.

Maybe tomorrow.

Who knows?

#mark likely #dndads versa

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boostp0wer · 8 months

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Hello Falcon nation. If I had the energy and the focus, I would draw these but you get the (Mainverse) headcanons in points instead.

Emotion-based pyrokinesis. For the guy who kind of sucks at getting his deeper, personal emotions out to other people due to a need for security and his focus on anything that isn't a relationship. He can also generate electricity.

Tries to hide the fact that he's a bit of a sore loser when it comes to Smash, because he's used to constantly winning in his own element (racing). Yet he likes a challenge, and craves one for racing deep down.

Fair amount of confidence only because he can back it up, and others may find it annoying. His Smash Bros personality is exaggerated for the audience's sake.

Has some level of disdain for the F-Zero Committee due to gimmicks and draining activities for several years. Keep in mind that he is the face of F-Zero.

He cannot stay still for very long, he has to be doing something.

Not quite a stim? Or maybe so. I used to write him tugging at his scarf at times of unease, as well as playing with small embers formed by his fingers.

I am also incredibly glad to see the "collectibles" headcanon going around because I used to write him having a whole bunch of F-Zero merchandise, mostly of things that pertain to him. Also the ability to go on about F-Zero (which makes him great friends with Mr. Zero).

Him and Jody are close, with him occasionally showing up to hang around one of the few people he can possibly trust to some extent, and with her trying to convince him that he'd make a good addition to the Federation. (He always turns this down but she'll keep trying because of his potential.)

He is also pretty good friends with Dr. Stewart and the Arrows.

Phoenix is his descendant, though it's probably better if Falcon isn't aware of this.

Had A.I. assistants in every machine, the most recent one being also integrated into his helmet's system.

Visor can project images as well as replace his triangle eyes with text. He can also set projections so that only he can see them. He can also just slide it up into a slot in the helmet.

#fzero #captain falcon #f-zero #I haven't thought about him in a while so here we go

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therealvinelle · 9 months

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Hi! My ask is a top 3. Top 3 favorite books, favorite songs and favorite movies. I would also like to know the last book you read, last song you listened and last movie you watched. Not for any particular reason, just want some recs lol

Oh this is a fun one!

Favorite books

I take it back, choosing three isn't fun at all.

Agatha Christie has had a little too much influence on me as a person to not get the number one slot. If I had to choose one of her books, let it be The Mirror Crack'd. Jason Rudd showing Miss Marple in to see his wife whom he just mercy killed in her sleep and Miss Marple reciting Tennessee as a eulogy was deeply formative for twelve-year-old Vinelle.

Philip K. Dick, specifically A Scanner, Darkly if I must choose

Les Misérables. Like Christie, it impacted me too much not to make the list.

Favorite songs

In the interest of giving you recs, I think I'm going to give you repeat songs that I will never grow tired of.

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Santa Esmeralda, when the vibe is right for this one it's just right

Venom by Eminem, somehow my favorite Eminem song and I can't figure out why. I just really like what he does with the rhymes in this one and the song is always, always perfect for whatever I'm doing at the moment.

Drøm Hardt - Requiem 1 by Kaizers Orchestra, which surprises me too because it's not one of their flashier songs, but it also isn't one I ever skip when I'm listening to them. It's just nice. All of Kaizers is nice, every so often I remember the fact that I have tickets booked for their reunion tour and the sun shines just a bit brighter.

Favorite movies

Lawrence of Arabia and The Bridge on the River Kwai, directed by David Lean. Yes, these are two different movies, but I love them equally and they are weirdly the same movie in that exactly the things I loved about Lawrence are there in Bridge, meaning I have two movies with these wonderful things. Possibly three, if Doctor Zhivago is as good (same director, overlapping cast) as I hope it'll be.

The Silence of the Lambs starring Jodie Foster and Anthony Hopkins. It's just the best movie in the world, the pinnacle of feminist filmmaking to the point where I was very surprised to find out it wasn't classified as a chic flick.

Unforgiven starring, produced, and directed by Clint Eastwood. You should watch a few 50's and 60's Westerns first, but I'm a snob when I say that - really you can just sit down, giddy up and enjoy a beautiful movie about elderly cowboys who angst about what it means to take a life.

Last book, song, movie

Book: I've just barely gotten started on Ursula le Guin's Left Hand of Darkness, however I keep getting distracted so this could take me years. Or a weekend if I get the mania.

Song: No singular ones (unless you count me currently blasting Kaizers Orchestra to determine which of their songs to recommend) I've been abusing my Eurovision playlist lately... The Sunstroke Project, Vesna, Go_A, and so on. Oh and uh Hamilton. Violently unsexy but so very catchy, one might even say I'm helpless.

Movie: Halfway through Remains of the Day, I'm at the part where the lord of the house asks his butler to explain the birds and the bees to his adult godson.

#about me #i have things to do but anon puts a chance to talk about kaizers in my inbox? oh yes i must answer the beckoning call

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y2ksnowglobe · 3 months

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Anyone up for hearing my theories on who and when and how the portals in Dndads can kind of make sense maybe?

Well, start of the season, Sparrow, Lark, Grant, and Terry clearly can't portal between realms. My theory is that they kinda depended on Nick, Glenn, and Jodie for that sort of thing pre-betrayal. But this inability to portal is how they get stuck on Earth and the teens need to save them. However, we do see them using portal guns and whatever later, so what happens?

Now at the start we don't see portalling between the two realms until Nick shows up, but we do see the FBI create a portal into Taylor's room, and we see the mayor have the ability to portal around the Forgotten Realms when she appears under Taylor's bed (later we get the conformation when they visit city hall, but we're not really there yet.) The point is though, these two entities are clearly limited to the plane their already on at this point. The FBI might be looking for a way into Hell, but they don't have it yet.

Now...should Sparrow have Plane Shift when they go to earth? Yes. But I'm going to say that either the kiddads got split up and he didn't want to abandon Grant and Terry, OR somehow he got really unlucky and "How to cast plane shift" was a memory that got stolen or wiped away by Doodler aura almost immediately. It's not too egregious.

Once everyone gets back from Earth, the next portal usage we see is Nick coming out of Hell to kick Willy's ass, and the next thing we know, the FBI has found their way into Hell. I theorize that, since Agent Shmegan basically told Taylor he'd be following to see when Nick showed back up, that Nick got caught by the FBI at this point, and they managed to create their tool to cross through to different planes, and since they already had the tech to portal around one plane, it's not a stretch to think they could apply it in such a way that it could go between realms.

Now, who is in cahoots with the FBI? Willy. Him helping them get Nick probably actually made that easier actually. So now Willy has portal guns developed by the FBI. He doesn't need them himself, but once he gets the collars on the kiddads, he needs them to have a way to easily get through the realms so that they can do their jobs and hands them off.

In regards to Nick, my thoughts are that whatever demons use to make portals requires somatic components so having all his limbs cut off ruined that (and I know I said maybe portals don't cost spell slots for Demons) but I wonder if while he was hanging around the ISS, he just thought if he couldn't use the spell, why bother prepping it, and replaced it with something else, but then forgot to re-prep it once he got his limbs back.

The only thing I don't really have an explanation for is why Lark can summon the cat bus via whistle. But I also think I've just thought about this for more than I already should have, so...I can just let that one go. Like...maybe the catbus has a portal connection that's whistle based, I dunno. OH!!!! THAT'S IT!!! Maybe like the bracelet that was set to open the portal from Taylor's room to the FBI base, he has a bracelet that opens a portal from the cat bus to wherever he is when he whistles!

#dndads #dungeons and daddies

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worldofbeauties · 1 year

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Jodie Slot

#Jodie Slot #woman #beauty #pretty #model #eyes #lips #sexy #hot #beautiful body #legs #thighs #beautiful hips #sexy hips

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normally-o-a-k · 1 year

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Hey look a Fanficton

Jodie/Scam

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, hurt/comfort?, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda?

Chap 1/?

Rating: idk yet, Teen so far.

It had been a year. One year that felt like 40 , since every minute of it was spent worrying over a fight he couldn’t help with. He closed his eyes, putting aside a stack of paperwork (rulIng Hell had more paperwork involved then he had expected) and leaning back in his chair. The soft sound of a jingle bells rock cover becoming more and more audible through the window as the rest of the sounds on the room fade to nothing.

Hell had become better after things had changed. But thinking about how many things Glenn had changed with his appearance in his life just gave him a stomachache. In the end he and Morgan had separated. Her not wanting to join him in Hell had put a strain on things. He had loved her… but she didn’t seem to love him as he truly was. A sharp voice too close for comfort broke him from his thoughts.

“The king himself is sleeping on the job? Good thing it’s only me and not another slob!” Four arms crossed over Jodie’s paperwork as Scam leans into his space to laugh almost directly in his ear.

Jodie’s eyes snap open and he scrambles a bit, pushing Scam’s face out of his personal space. His red skin contrasting against Scam’s nearly opalescent purple toned face.

“Scam? I thought you were in Faerun? W- how did you even get here?”

Scam licks the center of Jodie’s palm, prompting him to quickly pull his hand back off his face. He then steps back and spreads his arms wide with all the grace of a circus ringmaster “I don’t mind spending a spell slot or two to come and see you!”

Jodie wipes his palm of on his pant leg and just sighs.

“The other Daddies sent me. I’m to be your company!” Seeing that maybe a bit more explanation was necessary he smiles and continues. “While they are on a very very important undercover mission, they sent me Scam Actually to help you!” He tips his fedora and bows slightly

“Oh… I’m…” babysitting. He wasn’t going to say it aloud but that’s what this was going to be right? Of course they couldn’t have Scam around if they were undercover. “I’m so glad to…. Get to spend this time with you…” he smiles. To his credit it wasn’t forced, he didn’t dislike Scam, and he certainly had more patience then some of the other Daddies, he just- there was so much work to be done. Jodie pinches the bridge of his nose, no, he’d been using the paperwork as a distraction anyway, to keep him from worrying.

“You look like shit friend, why don’t you put the brooding to an end, let your pal Scam help you out? Hmm? I’m actually a pretty good listener.” Quicker then Jodie had even processed Scam was in his space again, an arm, and then another arm draped over Jodie’s shoulder.

Jodie’s entire body stiffens at the sudden contact and then relaxes, it was nice to be offered a bit of comfort, something he’d been missing recently. “It’s just, I want to help, more actively… I worry about them all with the Doodler warping things up there…. It’s so dangerous and even Nicky-“ it wasn’t unusual for Nicky to take off to help fight.

All four of Scam’s hands were on Jodie now, massaging his shoulders gently at first. “You’ve been offering support in other ways, a second go at information from the dead is no joke”

Jodie, without thinking about it too much leans into the massage, Scams slightly too long fingers doing a better job at relaxing him then he would have ever guessed at.

“I haven’t really seen any of them in a year…” he was lonely and he knew it, but he hadn’t really put a voice to it till now. “That’s not really all of it either…I know that there’s a pretty clear truth to what happened and who I am but…”

Scam pauses for a moment not having expected Jodie to get as introspective as he was. Yes he’d invited it but he’d expected Jodie to be as cagey as Glenn about what was actually bothering him…and he hadn’t expected it to be something he also had been feeling.

“You don’t know who you are…”

“Yeah…I guess you kinda have that going on too…” now that Scam had stopped massaging his shoulders and there were four hands just awkwardly still in various states of holding him he starts to feel a bit embarrassed. He turns back a bit to look at Scam “How um…. How do you deal with it?”

Scam feels something unpleasant curl inside him at the reminder of his own personal identity crisis and he tries to bury it like usual, but there was something about the vulnerable way Jodie had looked back at him that kept it from working. “Well…Actually…” one of his hands tightens it’s grip on Jodie’s shoulder. “I’m fine! You just need to forget about it!” A grin spreads across his face and for the first time in his existence he felt sick about lying.

Jodie’s expression changes too quickly to register, the vulnerability he’d been showing hardens into something unreadable. “Yeah, well, not all of us are you” he stands and shrugs Scam’s hands off his shoulders, two black demonic wings stretching over them to cut off access. “Thanks for listening” he doesn’t make eye contact.

Scam swallows the unfamiliar feeling of regret and smiles “any time~”

Jodie sighs “do you have anywhere planned to stay? It’s pretty late… if you don’t I’ve got a spare room?”

“Oh? Staying as guest of the King? I can’t think of a better thing~” Scam pats Jodie on the back of his wing and loops one of his arms around Jodie’s “Don’t keep me waiting” he laughs a bit quieter than usual.

Jodie feeling a return to normalcy by Scam behaving as expected again just guides him out of the room and down the hall. “How long do you think they’ll be working undercover?”

“Hmm~ I’ll be staying a week at least! Or were you looking to get rid of me sooner?” He snakes an arm around Jodie’s waist.

“No one is trying to get rid of you Scam” well, that wasn’t true, the other Daddies had sent him here hadn’t they?…. And by the look on Scam’s face he knew it as well. “What I mean is you’re welcome here”

“You’re too good to me~” something in the way his voice tilted made it sound like the most sincere thing Scam Actually has ever said.

#dndads #dndads s2 #scam actually #scam likely #jodie foster #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies fan fiction #dndads fanfic #Jodie/scam #jodie x scam #scam x jodie #scam/jodie #scamster #scodie

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'Doctor Who has been visibly struggling for nearly a decade. Viewing figures started a decline in the Peter Capaldi era, and the lacklustre scripts of the Jodie Whittaker era meant time was up for many fans.

But the show's getting a major facelift, and in returning showrunner Russell T Davies the BBC have the man who wrote some of its greatest-ever episodes with the likes of Rose Tyler in the Tardis. Sex Education star Ncuti Gatwa will soon be piloting the time machine, but the sci-fi classic needed something to hook fans of the 2000s series back in - and has brought in the big guns with David Tennant reprising his role as the Doctor.

If you haven't watched an episode of Doctor Who since David Tennant said farewell in 2010, you'd be able to pick it right back up here with The Star Beast - the first of three specials marking his return to the show. A spaceship crash-lands on London and the Doctor is called into action - but why is Donna Noble (Catherine Tate) back in his life, and why is there (as she asks) "a bloody martian in the shed"?

Within minutes of the opening titles, Tennant is running about and ranting his way through technobabble just like the good old days. He and Catherine Tate slot effortlessly, instantly, and brilliantly back into their roles, and have the same chemistry that made them so unbelievably watchable when they first appeared on our screens.

Make no mistakes - this is a treat for the fans who were raised on the 2000s series, in the same way Sarah Jane Smith's return in 2006's School Reunion was a nod to those who spent the 1970s hiding behind the sofa from Genesis of the Daleks. It's a big, silly, geeky romp and never really pretends it's trying to be anything else.

No spoilers, but it'll have the Doctor Who nerds in your family jumping up and down on the sofa with glee - both at little references to the Doctor Donna's old adventures and at the new and improved versions of [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. We said no spoilers...

It's admittedly not a perfect episode by any means, and some parts are frustratingly blighted by the issues that have dragged the show down in recent years. It's Doctor Who, and in a sci-fi world constantly rewriting itself with time travel and revealing new bits of its own canon, there's never really an expectation that everything will make perfect sense and you can forgive a bit of clunky exposition.

But some of the episode's biggest plot points come off as surprisingly trite and ill-thought-out. Similarly, Russell T Davies has always woven progressive storylines and diverse characters into his prose - here, though, the attempts to do so are frustratingly ham-fisted (even if well-intentioned and, in principle, welcome).

But the impact of Davies' return is decidedly and instantly a positive. Back at the helm after flexing his sci-fi muscles with 2019's Years and Years and delivering one of the past decade's great character pieces with It's a Sin, it's a complete given he'll write jokes that actually land and emotional beats with some genuine oomph to them.

Donna's relationship with her daughter Rose (Yasmin Finney), for instance, is genuinely sweet and is the perfect step forward in Donna's life where we find her: without her memories of the Doctor and a good 15 years into domestic life. Her mum Sylvia, despite having softened from the constantly-haranguing busybody she was in the earlier series, is as hilarious as ever and it's not long before she and David Tennant are trading barbed words again.

In short, it's nice to be able, once again, to assume that an episode of Doctor Who will be fun, rather than sit through the last five minutes of Countryfile praying you aren't about to be bored silly for the best part of an hour. Just as the worst episodes of Doctor Who feel like they drag on for hours and hours, this one zips along and is gone in a flash like the very best. Bug-eyed monsters, spaceships in London and Catherine Tate yelling at people - this is Doctor Who as you know and love it, but with shinier CGI, better cameras and jokes about pronouns.

David Tennant said on The One Show that this first special was "the world of Doctor Who that you'll recognise," but the second is "unlike any episode of Doctor Who ever done before". Eagle-eyed fans will tell you that between two trailers, endless online clips, and a string of interviews, posters and previews, we know next to nothing about the second of Tennant and Tate's trio of specials, Wild Blue Yonder.

As the credits roll on The Star Beast, there's a sense that show's creators have kept the cards close to their chest with the first 60th anniversary special. It'll well and truly whet your appetite, though - and there's clearly a lot more to come.'

#David Tennant #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #Yasmin Finney #Rose Noble #Russell T. Davies #The Star Beast #Wild Blue Yonder #Doctor Who #60th Anniversary #Sarah Jane Smith #School Reunion

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alsgrid · 9 months

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On why conservatives don't get to have their wish fulfillment media

I've been thinking a lot lately about why online discourse around any kind of media is so incendiary these days. Why is there so much outrage about every single new thing that comes out? Don't get me wrong, it's always been this way to an extent but it really seems to have gone into overdrive lately. And the focal point of it all, at least for the past few weeks, seems to be Barbie. Why is a movie about a doll for little girls making so many adult men upset? Well, there's many reasons(a lot of them very stupid in nature) but to put it bluntly, it's because a lot of people are upset that it doesn't pander to them. More importantly, they are upset that it panders to someone else. As do most movies. Somewhere along the way, the English-language media landscape has shifted to completely exclude things a certain demographic wants to see.

Of course, much of it can be explained by things like demographic shifts and society as a whole changing over time. But not all of it. In the last few decades, it seems like we've completely changed our approach to how we consume and interpret media. Instead of taking its themes and messages on their own terms, we look at how they apply to and influence the real world. Instead of shutting up and enjoying the ride, we critique the morals of what is presented, and how they reflect on whoever made it. Which completely shuts down a lot of violent wish fulfillment media. Most specifically, the kind that conservatives enjoy. And I get it, I do. When they say that people these days no longer understand that "it's just a movie", they're not exactly wrong. But what they don't understand is that it's their own fault.

Let's take a look at Dirty Harry. In many ways, Clint Eastwood's character is the archetypal conservative action hero. Rude, ruthless, emotionally dulled, and willing to break any rules as long as it gets results. But does it? In the real world, it doesn't. But of course, movies aren't real. Dirty Harry succeeds because the script wants him to. He is in the right because the entire plot is a puzzle engineered for precisely such a character to slot right into it. And the people making it understood this. The movie's director, Don Siegel, whose views were diametrically opposed to the character's, didn't want to make a piece of social commentary. He wanted to make a cool action movie. Even Clint Eastwood, famously conservative, called it escapist wish fulfillment. Their expectations were simple, audiences were transported into a world were things worked differently, enjoyed their time, and went back to the real world. But that's not what happened. The audience broke the social contract. They never left the fantasy world behind. Hell, they could barely distinguish reality from fiction. Andrew Robinson got death threats aimed at the character he played, a fictional serial killer which never existed. And an entire generation of Americans grew up thinking that Dirty Harry was a character worthy of being emulated in the real world. And that's just one example. When Martin Scorsese made Taxi Driver, he probably knew some people were going to misunderstand his movie. I doubt he knew someone was going to misunderstand it so hard that they would go shoot the president so Jodie Foster will fall in love with them.

Over and over again, filmmakers, writers, even musicians had to relearn the same lesson: people have a hard time distinguishing fiction from reality. And the more conservative they are, the truer it is. So now most of us understand, creators carry a moral responsibility for the content of their work, and most audiences are willing to hold them responsible for that. So, if you are a conservative, please remember. Next time you insist that "it's just a movie", or "it's just a joke", it's not that we don't understand that. It's that you don't.

#barbie movie #movies #fiction #rant over #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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Words Unsaid

Part 3

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff / angst / royal au

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None, I think? However there will be some major triggers in later chapters. These will be tagged appropriately on the relevant chapters, but please only read if you’re of age and comfortable.

Dividers by @talesmaniac89

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You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you…

When you wake the next morning the memories of the night before coming flooding back and a smile stretches onto your face before you can stop it. A giggle bursts out of you as you touch your lips, the ghost of Deans kiss still etched there. You can’t remember the last time you felt this happy. This content. Like everything had finally slotted into place and all was right with the world.

With a stretch you get up and start getting ready for the day with a bounce in your step, impatient to find him and continue last nights fun. Preferably somewhere alone where you won’t be disturbed. Despite your eagerness you still take the time to choose one of your prettiest dresses, the one he has complimented you wearing before.

After a rushed breakfast you finally find him down in the kitchens, his back to you as he peels potatoes with his sleeves rolled up. You can’t help but stand and watch him for a moment, his nimble fingers moving quickly as he skins the potatoes with practiced precision before tossing them in a waiting barrel. Your stomach clenches as you watch his hands move and the muscles in his forearms flex, remembering how those hands felt on your body last night, and how he held and manoeuvred you with ease. You bite your lip and pull yourself together, giving yourself a little shake before walking further into the kitchen.

"Hey,” you say brightly, watching as he jumps at your greeting. He pauses for a second before turning towards you at a frustratingly slow pace considering how eager you are to see his face, his lips. The second his eyes meet yours however, your smile falters and stomach drops. You immediately know something is wrong. His eyes are wary as they take you in, and a little bloodshot, like he’s not slept at all.

You peer around the kitchen but it’s deserted apart from him. Funny how this is exactly what you’d been hoping for, but now the look on his face has your heart thudding in your chest from fear instead of ecstasy, skin prickling with anticipation of what could be wrong. "Where's Jody?"

Dean looks down at his hands, frowning deeply as he twists the knife around in his fingers. "Getting some supplies. We apparently need more potatoes."

You look at the already very large pile of potatoes on the table, and down to the huge sack at his feet. You lick your lips and try to lighten the suffocating atmosphere. "Are potatoes the only thing on the menu tonight?"

He doesn't laugh at your joke, or indeed make any acknowledgment of your question at all. In fact, he seems far away, lost in his own world. You frown and walk over to him, ducking your head down to try and meet his gaze as you softly caress his cheek.

"Hey, are you alri-"

"I'm sorry I kissed you!" He blurts out suddenly and you jump, hand falling back down to your side at the sudden announcement, too loud in the very quiet kitchen. He runs his hand roughly down his face in frustration as you shake your head, taking a further step back and feeling very confused.

"What?" He looks up at you with a pained expression and his whole body just seems to sag as he sighs.

He puts down the knife behind him and stands slowly, closing the gap between you. For a second you think he’s going to reach out and touch you, but then he heaves another heavy sigh and crosses his arms instead. He looks absolutely miserable. "I'm sorry I kissed you." You blink at him, brain still sticking on the words coming out of his mouth that just don’t make any sense. He stares back, biting his lip. "I… I shouldn't have done that."

He's sorry. He's sorry? But, you kissed him. You were the one who initiated it. And he didn't seem very sorry last night. At all. In fact, he seemed pretty fine with the whole situation.

Even more confused, you open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find the words to question what on Earth he’s on about when the door to the kitchen swings open and the maid that used to work in your quarters, comes bouncing in holding several baskets of food. That maid; the one you had to listen to talk endlessly about just how wonderful and skilled Dean was.

"Dean, do you know-"

She cuts off abruptly when she sees you standing with your mouth hanging open and almost drops what she’s holding. Dean’s eyes widen as he looks to her, then dart back to you with horror.

Oh.

You immediately take another step back, needing to put distance between yourself and them. Tears start to prick at your eyes and so you look down quickly, refusing to let them see you in this state. Your arms wrap around your body in a futile attempt to hold yourself together and you can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as everything finally falls into place.

After a moment, there is a scurry of footsteps and then a door is quietly closed. You assume they must have had some sort of silent conversation because it’s just you and Dean alone again and you feel absolutely dreadful.

The silence is deafening.

"I'm sorry that I forced myself on you." You murmur, but in the quiet of the kitchen it feels as loud as the toll of the bells. Your gaze is still set on your feet as you’re unable to bring yourself to look up and meet his eyes. The pain rising up within you is unbearable, suffocating you completely until you feel like your drowning. How had things took such a u-turn in a few hours? You make a feeble attempt at erecting those walls back up around your fragile heart to protect it, but you can't. It's all too much, too fast and you feel like you are spinning into a black pit of embarrassment. You want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

"I think-" The tears finally start to run down your cheeks and you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip hard to try and fight them off. Your still refusing to look at him, stubborn until the very end. You have never felt so embarrassed in all your life. "I think we should stay away from each other for a while."

"Princess-" His deep rumble breaks off and you can actually hear him swallow. "Please, look at me." You shake your head, watching his feet as he steps closer tentatively, one of your tears falling to the floor. His hand reaches under your chin and he gently angles your head up, forcing you to make eye contact with those wonderful green eyes that had haunted all your dreams.

Whatever he was going to say seems to stick in his throat when he finally sees you crying. His shock evident and you really can’t blame him. You’re not one for crying usually, never have been. You can probably count the times you’ve cried in the time he’s known you on one hand and not one of those times was caused by him until just a few days ago. And now here you were crying again over him.

His eyes widen and then slam shut, like he is in physical pain.

"I've made you cry."

You’re not sure what he wants you to say to that because yes, he is the reason you are standing in the kitchen, embarrassed as hell with tears falling down your cheeks. You are heart-broken. You mentally recoil at the thought, it’s too painful to bear.

Your heart is not broken.

If you say it enough, maybe it will come true. Maybe the torn fragments will magically stitch themselves back together and you won’t feel this crushing weight in your chest anymore.

He is still gazing at you with those impossibly sad eyes clearly not knowing what more to do or say. Not that there is anything he can do. You push his hand away from where he left it under your chin and watch as his fingers flex in mid air, like he wants to reach back out, but you don’t give him the chance. You turn your face away.

"Please don't follow me." You whisper brokenly, hating the way your voice sounds in your ears. You spin on your heel and rush out the kitchen door, forcing your sobs to stay in your throat as you bite your lip so hard you probably break the skin. You are terrified that he will run after you. You don’t want to have a complete breakdown in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see.

When you hear footsteps behind you your heart rate kicks up a notch in fear and you push forward, speeding up as fast as your legs will carry you. Everything is blurry as the tears are coming hard and fast now and you breath hard through yourself nose.

"Princess!" It’s not the voice you are expecting as you turn the corner and falter. Bobby uses this to his advantage and is behind you in seconds, turning you around to face him with his strong hands on your shoulders. Even with your limited vision you see the surprise written on his face at your tears and watch as he scans you quickly, no doubt looking for injuries. A pitiful sob comes out at the reminder that he won’t see the cause of your pain, that it’s somehow still thumping in your chest despite the battering it’s taken. His alarmed eyes snap back to yours.

"What is going on?" There is a fiery glint in his eyes that you’ve occasionally seen when he’s been training you, and he looks ready to kill. His eyes flit back to the kitchen entrance and you swear you hear him growl idjit under his breath.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You say quickly but in your hysterical state you know it probably makes him more concerned rather than placating him. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down before adding. "I'm going to go to my quarters."

He regards you for a moment before nodding. "I'll fetch your mother." He says quickly, still looking at you as if you were going to burst into pieces any second. You consider disagreeing with him but change your mind, knowing if left unoccupied, Bobby would most likely connect the dots and behead Dean. And as embarrassed and sad as you are, you don’t want him dead.

Bobby gives your upper arms a squeeze before he takes off in direction of the library. You take another shuddering breath before trudging the rest of the way to your quarters, thankfully avoiding all the castle servants. You throw yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow feeling the pressure behind your eyes and knowing more tears are on the way.

It only takes a few moments before the door to your room swings open so hard, it bounces off the wall. Looking up, you are mortified to see your father come charging into your room, sword in his hand and looking around for someone to attack. Your mother comes running into your room behind him, face flushed and panting.

You stare at them both for a startled moment before you feel your face crumple and you collapse back into your pillow, finally letting yourself cry without abandon. You don’t hear your mothers hushed voice or see the hand she puts on your fathers arm, guiding him swiftly out the room and locking the door behind him. All you know is after a few seconds you are enveloped in the warm arms of your mother.

She sits with you for a long time, stroking your hair and letting your tears fall freely without trying to question you. After what feels like hours, they eventually slow down to a trickle leaving you completely exhausted.

You sit up, wiping the wetness from your eyes. You take a deep breath and feel your mother gently caress your cheek, before wrapping her arms around you and letting you lean your head on her shoulder. You snuggle in with the odd sniffle and close your eyes.

How could you have believed Dean wanted you? You had practically forced yourself on him last night, pulling him to you and kissing him until he had finally responded. He was a man, of course he had responded. It didn't mean anything.

Hot shame rolls through your body in waves and you sigh, keeping your eyes clenched shut. It hurts to think about.

But the way he had kissed you, the way he had held you -

No.

No more.

Dean doesn't want you. So you won't want him.

You do enjoy a challenge.

Your mother and father are staring at you as you butter your toast the next day. It's been like this all morning - quiet conversations, shifting glances. You can’t really blame them, you’d never once reacted like you had yesterday, and you still point blankly refused to talk about why. You’d spent the rest of the day curled up in bed, completely exhausted and hiding from any watchful eyes. You were sure news had now spread around the castle of the princesses breakdown. Sighing, you put down your knife, fold your hands together and look at your father.

"Enough with the suicide watch. I'm fine."

The door to the kitchens opens at the end of the hall and you feel your entire body tense. Your eyes dart over to it and you manage to relax a fraction when Jody comes strolling through, a tray balanced on her hip as she whistles a tune. Your eyes flit back to your father and he gives you a pointed look.

"Oh sure. You’re completely fine."

You frown and slump in your seat, picking up your toast and taking a bite despite not feeling hungry at all.

Your mother sighs. "Your father is visiting a neighboring realm this afternoon to discuss a new trade agreement. I think you should go with him." Your head snaps up at her statement, the idea rolling around your head. You had joined your parents on trips to other realms before as part of your royal duty. Usually, it was when there was some kind of social occasion rather than just purely business. But the thought of escaping the castle for a few days and not having to deal with seeing him, well that was an opportunity you weren’t going to miss.

"But -" your father pauses and gives Jody a warm smile when she refills his tea. "I'll be gone for two weeks this time."

This does nothing to deter you, but before you can even say a word the kitchen door opens again and has you flinching in your seat.

When you see it’s just another maid with more food you relax back in your chair and turn your attention back to your parents. Your father is looking at you intently. He points at you with his knife, wielding it like he does his sword. "You're coming with me."

#Dean Winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x female reader #Dean Winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x you #dean x reader #au #royal au #princess reader #fluff #angst #spn #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #iprobablyshipit91 writes #Words Unsaid

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