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yeonjuns-beanie · 10 months

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Licentious Affairs

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, definitely dub-con, a little non-con, use of restraints, having sex with a demon, some animalistic behaviors, descriptions of blood, biting, degrading, hair pulling and i think that's everything

summary: you and dalton grew closer over the course of the fall semester. you sense a mutual feeling but still, a crush feels forbidden. on the night that dalton decides he needs to unlock all his memories for good, something possesses his earthly form and you’re left at its mercy.

a/n: when i saw the new installment of this franchise, something about him being possessed had me kicking my feet and giggling. this is 100% self indulgent bc I feel like this is so niche lol. it strays from the events in the film(obvi) but I hope whoever comes across enjoys and i'll get back to my kpop postings shortly :3 ~nero

possessed!Dalton Lambert x female reader

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pt.2

The breeze was crisp and the trees were warm bouquets of orange, yellow, and sun-bleached green. As you walked across campus, the leaves crunching under your feet you appreciated the change in season. Wrapping yourself a little tighter in your knitted cardigan, you pulled out your phone checking your notifications. Swiping out of your social media a message from Dalton popped up on your screen.

van gogh: r u out of class yet

y/n: walking to the dorm rn

van gogh: okay, i’ve got something to show you

Turning the volume up on your music and stuffing your phone back into your stubby front pocket, you continued your walk to the dorm. Your mind was scattering all the different possibilities of what Dalton could’ve found out. Since the beginning of the semester, his art professor had been unleashing techniques on him to tap into a deeper artistic space. Through this theory of unlocking, he opened up memories that were tucked away so tightly that he forgot they were his own. Throughout the semester, you’ve been forced to be around his revelations as you were his dorm mate, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy his company.

At first, you thought it was just you being good-natured and wanting to extend a hand to him in a time of need. But as his walls crumbled down you wormed your way in and slowly you found you guys becoming quite close. Opening the main doors to your dorm building the way the air felt never failed to bother you. The brick walls made it constantly humid and it was borderline suffocating with how many bodies passed through the day. Dragging your feet across the floor, you began to feel the day place its weight on your body. You felt another vibration in your pocket but ignored it, deciding to look at the notification once you got settled in.

Opening the door to your room, you were met with Dalton hunched over the canvas of his current piece. He was so focused on the painting that he didn’t hear you come in until the door clicked shut. You dropped your bag on the floor and he finally looked up.

“Hey. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, you looked pretty focused on that freaky ass painting.”

“If not for this freaky ass painting, I’d still be “boring.”’

Flopping onto your bed, you chuckled remembering the first interaction you guys had with each other. You so desperately were trying to break the ice with your roommate and least to say it was the smallest bit painful getting some info out of him. As Dalton added the last few strokes of creativity, he put down his brush and wiped his hands off with a rag. Meanwhile, you were getting lost in his every move. You were tracing him, the way he moved, really just the way he existed. Losing yourself in your thoughts you didn’t hear him calling your name.

“Y/n…y/n? Are you even here right now?” “Huh?- Sorry was spacing out, long day.”

You were praying that somehow he wouldn’t think too much of it and just pass it off as you disassociating and not internally doting on him. You sat up as he walked over to your bed, the mattress shifting as he sat.

“So you know how we learned I can astral project right?”

You nodded and raised your eyebrows urging him to go on.

“Well, I think, whatever I’m remembering–if I finish that painting I’ll remember everything.”

You looked at him, brows furrowing and your eyes showing an incredulous type of fear. Memories from the last time he projected flooded your mind. Whatever was stalking that other plane had it out not only for Dalton but for anyone in his vicinity. It left you stricken, but subconsciously you knew you couldn’t leave Dalton to deal with it alone.

“You wanna…go back again?”

“I think it’s my only option y/n.”

You sighed knowing there was really nothing you could do to get him to think otherwise. You stared off toward the cryptic painting searching your brain for a solution that didn’t involve him going back to that other world. Nodding, more towards yourself, you looked back at Dalton.

“Okay. When are we doing this?”

There was a small flash of a ‘thank you’ that graced his features. The relationship you shared was beyond the parameters of normal but it was exactly that that allowed you guys to grow so close with one another so quickly. He let out a sigh a dour expression taking over.

“Tonight.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line forcing yourself to become comfortable with the reality of the situation. Slightly nodding, you stood up grabbing your bag from the floor.

“Alright. I’ll be right back. Just gonna run and grab some fairy lights so I can have some source of light in here while you play Sherlock Holmes in the upside down.”

Dalton cracked a smile, a small chuckle escaping him. It was something that softened the heaviness of the situation, lifting the tension not only between you two but for your anxieties. It also made something flutter in your stomach, something you’ve desperately been trying to swallow scared of what would happen if he were to find out. You were about to open the door but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Your phone.”

A gentle smile stretched across his face and there was something softer about him in this particular moment. Maybe it was the knowledge of the impending doom that would ensue in a few hours or maybe it was just two people being vulnerable. You weren’t sure what came over you but the urge to hug him was impossible to pass over and your body moved faster than your mind could react. Your arms wrapped around him finding relief and comfort in him returning the gesture so quickly.

Pulling away from him you found a certain softness swimming in his eyes that you never noticed before. Feeling slightly overwhelmed and bashful you fiddled with your fingertips attempting to wash away the anxiety that was running through you.

“Thanks. I won’t be too long.”

Dalton nodded and you slipped out of the doorway. As you walked down the hallway to leave the building you were fighting a more than enthusiastic grin as you felt those same pesky feelings flutter through your being. If only you had a similar gift to Dalton’s you’d be able to see that he was feeling the exact same way. As soon as you left the dorm he sat back on his bed, his hands trying to wipe away the elation he felt from the hug you shared. He was fighting a similar demon as your own, the fabrication of feelings–a crush.

As he laid back on his bed he was running through all his favorite parts of you, something that he didn’t think he could say out loud. His mind was in too many places at once, going back and forth between the budding feelings he felt for you and the unfortunate calamity that he was going to have to face not long after you came back.

Coming out of the corner store, you were surprised by how fast the sun began to tuck behind the mountains. You had an interesting relationship with the fall season, loving how the weather changed and the natural warmness that fall carried. By the same token though, you wished daylight lasted a bit longer, especially tonight. You wished the sun would never set so neither one of you would have to experience the ire that attaches itself to Dalton when the night approaches.

When you got back into the dorm building, there was a formidable sense of dread that you felt settle in your stomach. You tried to brush it off as anxiety now that the navy blanket of night was cast over the sky, but as you approached your dorm the feeling only worsened. Taking a deep breath as you turned the handle of the door, you exhaled as you entered the room, dropping your bag by the door and tossing the bag of lights on your bed.

You were about to announce your arrival to Dalton but were surprised to find him asleep on his bed. You were gone for maybe half an hour so you didn’t think he’d be too deep in sleep. Admiring his form you quelled your thoughts by grabbing the box of lights out of the grocery bag and began to unravel them while calling out to Dalton.

“Dalton…Dalton.”

Plugging the lights in the wall, you called for him one more time before deciding to walk over and shake him up. But when you turned around, he was already sitting up on his bed. It spooked you because you didn’t hear him move.

“Jesus! Make a noise or you know, yawn or something. Scared the shit outta me.” You nervously giggled. That sickly feeling found its way back in your stomach again and you couldn’t quite figure out why. Moving the string of lights around your bed, you found Dalton being more quiet than usual and you ruled that to be the reason why your stomach was turning in knots.

“You alright man? You’re being more weird than usual.”

Silence. Crippling silence.

Chills ran up your body and you tried desperately to feel some sense of normality about the situation. Dalton got up from his bed and walked over to his canvas, running his fingers over the freshly dried paint. He forced some extra air out of his nose somewhat resembling something of a laugh. You kept yourself on high alert as you walked over to your bag to grab your phone. As you got your phone and turned around your eyes met Dalton’s frame huddled in the corner of the room closest to your bed.

The way the string of lights illuminated him caused that sinking feeling to turn into something more dire. You started to go beyond the safety of things just being “weird” and recognized it was fear settling into your bones. Dalton’s shoulders were quivering almost resembling what a laugh would look like but no noise was coming out.

“Dalton, what’s going on? You’re freaking me out.”

Ignoring your intuition, you slowly walked over to him, hoping that the lights would let you see something that you were missing from your distance away from him. You left a couple feet in between you two and you called out to him again, only this time he turned his head slowly in your direction. Any rumination of worry about your friend was quickly replaced with terror once his head turned enough for you to see his eyes. They weren’t his own. They were yellow and held malicious intent.

You wanted to stand your ground but the gasp that left you made a sound before you could stop it. You watched a smirk grow on Dalton’s face and as you broke your chains of frozen fear, you turned around in an attempt to reach the door. Before you could take your second step towards your escape, your feet left the safety of the ground and your body was flung through the air.

Hitting the art wall adjacent to Dalton’s bed your body flopped onto his bed, a shield of sheets as your protection. In a poor attempt to quickly figure out an escape you instead were met with the evil incarnate of Dalton. Your heart was pounding, fear and a dread of the unknown at the forefront of your mind. His frame was looming, staring you down like fresh prey. You gripped the bed sheets staring him down trying to convince yourself you weren’t fearful. Your plan was successful, but the longer you looked at him the easier it became for something more sinister to eclipse your emotions.

Lust.

A salacious intent swapping out the fear of him for the fear of yourself and your own emotions. Why were you feeling this? Could whatever was using Dalton as a vessel hear your thoughts? How could you look at him the same way after this? All of your questions were pushed to the back of your mind as the door to your dorm slowly opened and Dalton turned towards it. You saw nothing in the doorway but almost like a warning, a low timbre shriek echoed from his throat as a bloody goop tumbled out of his mouth.

Whatever was entering the door from the other side left, the door clicking shut and his attention was unfortunately back on you. With a feeble bid, you hoped that calling to Dalton would release him of whatever had a hold on him. As Dalton turned around to grab the cord of lights from the wall, the way he stalked back over to you sent a familiar feeling to pool in your stomach.

“Dalton…I know you’re in there. Dal-”

“-To be face to face with what was keeping me from him recently was not what I expected to see. Nor did I expect it to be so filthy.”

It felt like someone was trying to steal your heart from its chest. There was a certain grit to his tone that was not Dalton’s and you weren’t quite sure if it frightened you or excited you. As he wrapped the cord around his hand he stalked closer to you on the bed.

“Most would be terrified in a situation like this, but you? I can smell you. It’s hard to ignore really.”

You backed further to the wall suddenly facing the reality of your situation. Your heart sped up but not out of fear. The closer he got the more aroused you became but you didn’t want to admit that to yourself just yet. Before you had an understanding of what was going on in front of you, your wrists were taken and tied to the bedpost with the cord Dalton was winding up.

“No!”

A sudden urge to fight back, you weren’t sure if this was something you wanted under the given circumstances. As you tried to push back against the cord, an unseen force was pinning your body to the bed. Your vision was obstructed by the fabric of Dalton’s baggy long sleeve but the overwhelming feeling of arousal was something you couldn’t ignore when he moved to face you and you looked directly into his yellowed eyes.

His hand snaked down the front of your body leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It was a twisted feeling, you dreamt of a moment like this but with the given situation you were struggling if it was right. As his hand toyed with the button of your jeans any doubt about the situation was pushed to the back of your mind and a gritty tone echoed in the silence of the room.

“It’s funny. Hearing you think you have enough strength to deny yourself pleasure.”

You arched your eyebrow confused by his admission. He took heed of this and answered before you had a chance to vocalize your thoughts. He leaned forward stalking over your body before he placed himself next to the shell of your ear.

“Your thoughts are so loud. Louder than his–if only…he could be the one to see you like this. He’s wished for it.” He pulled away grinning at you in a way that made your walls flutter around nothing. You wondered if the confession of your Dalton “wishing for it” was real or just something the entity used to get under your skin.

You didn’t have much time to think on the matter as your heart rate picked up again at the unfortunate realization that you, were enjoying this. The smirk that rested on Dalton’s face let you in on the sadistic pleasure of whatever was taking control of him was feeling. Before Dalton moved away from the shell of your ear, he took a deep inhale of the scent of your neck.

Humming in relish, he nipped at your earlobe gingerly pulling at the skin as he snaked down your body once more. You wish you had more control but the whimper that left your throat was something instinctive. As this primal version of Dalton reached your hips, your zipper was quickly unfastened and your pants were tossed to the other side of the room

Dalton moved his legs so that he was no longer straddling your own and situated himself in between them. Sliding toward the edge of the bed, he slid down enough to be face first with your messy cunt. Your desire soaking through the fabric leaving no room for doubt in your feelings. Shoving his nose into your drenched panties, he huffed the scent of you a second time causing you to squirm away from the action.

Closing your eyes and rolling your lips around your teeth, you tried to silence your whines to collect yourself. Once again trying to convince yourself that you had more power over your bodily wants and needs.

“Stop, please.”

Your plea was met with a sardonic giggle and as you looked down and was met with the sick glow of his yellow eyes. Dalton stalked back up your body, hovering over your face and clicking his tongue at you mockingly. As you were entranced by the figure above you, you failed to realize that he unbound your wrists from the cord. The sudden freedom surprised you but was swallowed by the feeling of his hand slithering in your panties and rubbing his finger across your slick folds.

Your body shuddered in hedonism, rolling your hips up into the feeling. As one finger slipped its way into your slick cavern your hands found solace in fisting the sheets. As he entered a second finger you couldn’t contain your sounds.

“Ah~! I can’t believe this is happening. I can’tbelievethisishappening.”

In your stupor of sexual panic, a low chuckle brought you back down to your body. His fingers curled inside of you repeatedly hitting the special spongey spot you cherished so much. As your moans became more frequent and less controlled, he removed his fingers from your pulsating hole and ripped your panties off of your sensitive frame. You whined out not only at the loss of contact but at the sudden cool air that breezed over your skin. Settling into your body you were panting heavily as you stared down Dalton.

His yellowed eyes still igniting fear but simultaneously leaving you wanton and in a state of ache. That conflicting feeling flooded your brain again and soon felt guilt peering over the horizon. Before you were given the chance to wrestle with your thoughts, Dalton straddled himself over your body. One hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open just enough to shove his fingers into your mouth. He looked down at you, a small smirk adorning his face.

“Suck.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden roughness you complied immediately not wanting to make the situation even more escalated. Your eyebrows furrow, your face plagued with anxiety as you watch Dalton come closer to your face. The leftover stain of blood that was on his chin smeared across your lower cheek as his breath fanned over your skin leaving your body wanting more. As he removed his fingers from your mouth, he licks from your chip up to the tip of your nose. Dalton pulls away slightly so he can get a better look at your face as a venomous smile pulls at his.

He takes the hand that was holding your face and drags it down the side of your cheek as he exhales a phrase that would chill your bones.

“Everything I’m going to do to you…he wishes he could do himself.”

The anxiety you felt prior was beginning to trickle back in as you realized the tank top you were wearing underneath the cardigan provided you little safety from the one above. Dalton’s hands slid up your torso underneath your tank top, his hands massaging over the soft flesh of your breast. Undoing the front clasp, your tits pancaked out of the fabric only for one to be caught by Dalton’s rough hand and the other encased by his lips.

You tried to keep a coherent thought, to push back against him but you lacked the mental will due to the rapture spidering through your body. As his mouth left your nipple, the cold air sent shivers through your chest and rippled down your back as his lips savagely placed open mouth kisses along your jawline, nipping at your skin with each release.

Caught up in the feeling you almost blocked out the sound of his belt becoming undone. But as soon as you were aware, the time to react had come to pass. His cock, hard and heavy was pulled out from the layers of fabric and you felt it tap against your inner thigh. You were suddenly hyperaware of how exposed you were and the understanding of what was about to happen next rushed through you.

“W-wait! I don’t, I can’t I~ah! Fuck!”

Before you had the chance to form a coherent thought, his cock entered your seraphic walls and his teeth bit at the skin on your neck. A mark that would surely leave a stain in the aftermath. Having already been overstimulated by the situation itself, the stretch of his cock was horrifically sinful. You couldn’t help the fluttering of your walls as he rocked his length in and out of you at a harrowing pace.

As he finally let go of your neck he huffed out in the intersection of your neck and shoulder. His exhales made your skin humid and left you with another layer of unwanted pleasure. Trying to bring yourself back down to your body, your hand released the binding grip it had on the bedsheets and sought refuge in Dalton’s sweatshirt, something proving to be a mistake.

A low growl erupted from Dalton’s throat and before you could register what was happening, he had pulled himself out of you and manhandled you to get on your hands and knees.

“What made you think that you could touch me, hmm?”

Like a viper his hand webbed itself in your hair, gripping it at the base and pulling your body up. Adrenaline pumping, you were searching for a viable response but came up with nothing but babbles.

“I-I don’t, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He controlled the movements of your head, forcing you to crane your neck and stare at him in his amber orbs one last time. Mocking your apology, he cooed at you.

“Aww, you’re sorry? Why don’t you show me how sorry you are?”

Punctuating his statement by rushing his cock back into your ruined cunt, you cried out at the feeling. He shoved your face back into the bed, his pace now unrelenting and no longer a derivative of pleasure but rather of power. With every thrust you felt the tip of his cock assault your cervix, causing tears to well up in your eyes and dry into the sheets beneath you. It was overwhelming, feeling like all decision was stolen from you.

The only thing that filled the room now were the occasional groans from the figure above you and muffled sobs from yourself. You hated that you could feel the approaching feelings of ecstasy building in your lower stomach. The heat was building and the suffocating squeezes from your gummy walls around his cock were more than enough to alert him to your demise.

“You gonna cum around me, you filthy slut? Enjoyed every second of this didn’t you?”

The guilt you were warding off finally made its way to the forefront of your emotions but you couldn’t find it within yourself to admit that you did, in fact, enjoy all of this. You settled for denial. Denial would save you from the inevitable self reflection you’d have to face.

“No, no no I didn’t! I didn’t enjoy it. I didn-!”

Your body cut you off, your orgasm washing over you reluctantly but comedically in timing. As your body shuddered around him, you heard that same derisive chuckle leave his throat mocking you yet again.

“Keep telling yourself th~aht.”

He pulled himself out of you, spraying his seed across the exposed portion of your back. The warmth felt overt, wicked, and it was something you didn’t want on you. You didn’t have the gall to face the being behind you. Instead, you let your body fall limp against the bed as the being fronting as Dalton stood up and fixed himself back into his clothes. From behind you heard him.

“Say hi to him for me.”

Not expecting a response from you, he left Dalton’s body. His earthly form collapsing on your dorm floor. You didn’t have the strength to turn and help him up as he came to, too busy wrestling with your emotions as tears pooled out of your eyes. You heard your Dalton groan and stand up reaching to turn on the lamp light on his art desk. As the warm light illuminated the room, he turned around silence and shock devastating him as he took in the sight of you.

You tried to quell your sobs, but your body kept shaking them out. Dalton slowly walked over to you trying to survey your body without touching you. When his eyes landed on the alabaster stains that painted your lower back a terrifying realization overcame him.

“Y/n…? Y/n, talk to me.”

The gentle tone was something you missed dearly despite only being gone for such a short amount of time. It comforted you knowing that the worst was over for at least right now. Dalton kneeled on the floor resting his upper body on the side of the bed. You turned your head slowly, still somewhat expecting to meet those hideous yellow eyes but when you saw the gentle and disconcerted brown pupils you were swamped with relief. Tears still were falling across your face, their frequency diminishing.

You gave him a weak smile, a small “hey” leaving your lips. Like cracked porcelain, he wouldn’t dare touch you. He couldn’t break you more than he already had. His tone weak and regretful, he scanned over your fragile body trying to understand how this happened. He let his head fall next to yours, burying his head in sheets.

“What did I do to you?”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fanfic #insidious #insidious the red door #horror smut #dalton lambert smut #insidious fanfic #horror fanfiction #horror imagines #ty simpkins #dalton lambert imagines

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toastedtitaniumalloy · 4 months

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I only have 2 things rn and im sure that this thread will be so incoherent eventually, but imma make a list of edits I want if we get more seasons and/or series in the TV Riordanverse.

1) Edits of Percy's and Annabeth falling into Tartarus made to Hozier's I, Carrion (Icarian)

Specifically the line, "But if we fall, I only pray, don't fall away from me"

2) Percy/Annabeth vs Percy/Rachel edits to Deja Vu

I know that he was an emotionally stunted 16 year old, but still

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #grover underwood #percy pjo #pjo show #percy jackson spoilers #percabeth #perachel #tartarus

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everyonesfavqueerdisaster · 12 days

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praying and hoping for gwen to have a negative experience w an avatar and have season 2 jon paranoia levels. i mean like shes already canonically loosing enough sleep to look like shit over bonzo i mean what happens when one actually hurts her. shes perfect for mental destruction rn im telling you guys.

she is my favorite character guys i love her potential shes so silly

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp gwen #tmagp theory #kinda???#gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #magnus pod

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licorice-lips · 3 months

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Oooookayyyyy, but I have so much to say about Poseidon from the 2 minute scene he participated in already and I need to vent so here it goes:

I went through an emotional rollercoaster when it came to Poseidon this first season and I think I have made my mind after episode seven. To be honest, I was ready for him to disappoint percy and making peace with the fact that I would be obligated to defend capitalism and make the oceans so polluted this f*cker would die and I'd avenge Percy because at this point, this boy is my little brother.

But back to the point: maybe this didn't come across to some people like it did to me, but as someone who suffered a lot with my parents' divorce bc my father wouldn't respect my mother either as a person and as a mom, I absolutely loved how respectful of Sally's position Poseidon was.

I mean, Sally is all Percy has: she's the mother, the father, sole provider and only family this kid has in one of the most expensive cities in the world with a child SHE KNOWS will suffer just because he was BORN and she's f*ing TRYING (Also, I love that even though she really loves Percy and tries to be kind with him, she's also a burnt out solo parent, it makes her so human).

But my point is: Poseidon KNOWS this and much more than that, he RESPECTS this. He doesn't go and try to parent Percy because he knows he has no right whatsoever because he'll never be able to be there for Percy as a full-time parent, he relegates the decisions to Sally because she's his MOTHER and she's the most important person his son has.

I mean, at first, his really respectful as a former lover: when Sally is crying because she thinks she's falling as a mother, he reassures her. But then, Poseidon asks her why she doesn't want Percy to go to camp and Sally says he doesn't want to know because she'll be insulting his family — I felt that deeply and personally too — and that's when he shows respect for Sally as a mother: he recognizes he might not agree or like it, but she's alone and it's unfair, and he's here for her in the only way he can, because she's the one calling the shots, so it doesn't really matter what he thinks.

That really got to me because more than anything else, I can see Poseidon has a deep respect for the woman who was his lover, and that is SO HARD to come by with most men. Most men just treat their exes and/or their baby mamas as annoyances, or gold-diggers because of child support, or as someone who "trapped them" with a child. At best, they are civilized, but it's hard to find men who really see and recognize the struggle a solo mom goes through with a kid, who understands that, it doesn't matter how much they do, SHE is the one getting the brunt of it.

And that's just the truth: most divorced/estranged men who are considered good fathers don't do half of the effort as parents as the mothers. For example, most kids whose parents are divorced have their mother's home as their primary home, so if they need to go to the doctor, or have a wardrobe renewal, or dentist — the mother is the one they call/ask or she's the one to notice, and take the responsibility for it.

And Poseidon is so respectful of it, he's not trying to call the shots, he doesn't judge Sally even when she voices her opinions about his family, he offers her support and kindness even when he's direct about what'll happen when she does what she thinks she has, and I'm pretty sure he would've been the same had she decided anything else.

And at the same time, it feels that Sally is really "praying" to a God AND talking to her son's father. AND Poseidon's TORTURED look as he looks at Percy for the first time had me ON MY KNEES, I 100% understand Sally Jackson, I too would have a son with this man and I don't even want kids rn.

In conclusion, this scene was amazing, all my love to Sally Jackson, she's THE WOMAN, and Ricky, when I catch you Ricky...

#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackson #sally jackson #poseidon #poseidon pjo #percy jackson is like my little brother by now #greek mythology #greek gods

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epickiya722 · 3 months

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My god... the jjk fandom starting to go down on Yuji now?

I'm praying rn for you not to have to deal with this bullshit that often, like we already suffer with Mob, Denji and Izuku.

I know, right? 😭

Like, first Izuku, but now my boy Yuji?

I still can't get over how fast some people switched up when Izuku had his depression era. "He's badass now!"

Bruh, that is a teenager who is neglecting his health???

I didn't even watch season 1 first, but I seen season 2 and when he body slammed Shinsou and then punched Todoroki with broken fingers I already knew that he was a wild, feral child! Like those moments weren't badass enough for you?!

Like, lately, I have seen more slander for MCs than I do for characters who actually are terrible.

It's like... can they not handle these MCs being a new generation written to twist the typical anime tropes around? Open the audience's minds to other themes? Is VARIETY oh so bad?

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 1 month

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Alright besties, I have finished the season, and it is time to release my episode notes. I would like to call this my

Season Three Wrapped (Spoilers, duh)

I cried a whopping 25 times this season. I cried the most as Episode Six with 11 times sobbed I mentioned Nilcent a total of 4 times I asked where Walter was 3 times I said "I can't handle this" 12 times

Episode notes below the cut

Episode One:

I cried: three times

-Oh Kristina won’t even look at him. -Oh she’s sick’ -Well Linda’s fired up. -“You are a piss person” YES -TAKE HIS MONEY SIMON -boyfriend time omg -COZY OMG -THEY’RE SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE -Oh shit they’re just exposing everything damn -No but I actually hate Linda rn tho -No but Kristina’s problem is that she needs Erik’s death to mean something and it never will. -STEDRIKA -Aw poor Felice is depressed -FINALLY SOMEONE WANTS TO MODERNIZE THE MONARCHY -Literally fuck you Linda -angry Simon FINALLY -NILCENT -KISSING IN PUBLIC -BOYFRIEND. THEY SAID THE WORD BOYFRIEND -OOH THEY KNEW ABOUT SARA -FUCKING MARCUS -PICTURES OF SIMON IN HIS ROOM OMG -THE HEART STILL ON HIS HAND I’M DYING -NILS MY BELOVED -SARA STILL HAS STELLAS SWEATER IM GONNA BE SICK -NO NOT MICKE STOP NO OMG EW NO -I love them for having an intervention for her -HE’S SMILING FINALLY OH MY GOD -HES TRACING OVER THE TATTOO IM GONNA DIE -Oh shit -Oh shit they’re blaming wilhelm -WHERE THE FUCK IS WALTER? -THEY X’D ANETTE OH HELL NO -NOT CLOSING DOWN HOLY SHIT -my candle just blew out and I don’t think that’s a good thing. -Why do I feel like it was Nils that came forward?

Episode 2

I cried: two times

Are they about to have phone sex?

Oh my god they’re having phone sex

Oh homophobia

Oh Jesus these reporters keep dragging Wilhelm into this

Oh damn Kristina is REALLY sick

And she really doesn’t want to talk to Wille damn

Farima is more of a mother to Wilhelm than Kristina is

Stop talking about Simon on the bus I will fight you

Oh this bitch is racist

THEY GET TO HIKE

YES YOU WILL GET TO SLEEP TOGETHER

I am once again asking where the hell Walter is

Micke good father arc? Excuse me?

Okay driving Queen

Wilhelm get out of choir

I literally hate this

NOT A SINGING ARC STOP

OH THEY’RE MAKING OUT NOW

I literally can’t tell if I hate this or not. Wilhelm please quit choir everyone is begging you

Fredrika being so depressed because she doesn’t have a cellphone is peak comedy

I THINK IT WAS NILS. OH THEY KNEW HE WAS GAY BECAUSE OF HIS INITIATION

NO NOT NILS CRYING OMG

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Damn didn’t think I’d feel bad for August but let the bitch run you know?

August please don’t electrocute yourself it’s not worth it

Oh he’s just gonna call Sara never mind

AUGUST OMG STOP MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR YOU

OH THEY’RE GONNA FIGHT

NO LET THEM FIGHT MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING

DID SOMEONE SEND HIM CONVERSION CAMP SHIT?!

I’m gonna murder someone actually

Praying Simon sends this to Wilhelm and doesn’t post it because I can’t handle him getting into more public debate rn I will combust it is episode two

Don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon

Well fuck

I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST IT SIMON

oh maybe it was ok

oh no it wasn’t

Damn

Well that was short lived.

I literally can’t handle this rn

Fuck.

SAY IT BACK

THANK GOD

Simon deserves to stand up to his mom and I love him for it

I need stedrika to be together instead of just acting like they are

I love them so much and I love them for trying even though they don’t understand what Felice is going through

FIRST WALTER SIGHTING

The big three sharing a tent I’m in heaven

ROSH AND AYUB SAVE THE PARTY SCENE

Oh my god Rosh and Stella is real

OH MY GOD FREDRIKA IS JEALOUS

OH MY GOOD GOD

JEALOUS FREDRIKA

THIS IS SO AWKWARD I’M GONNA DIE

Oh shit we’re fighting

Oh fucking hell NO PLEASE NO

OH THE QUEEN IS REALLY SICK OK

Episode 3

I cried: two times

Oh damn she’s like… suicidal

Wilhelm honey you don’t need everything on your shoulders omg

Oh he looks so small

STOP I HATE PEOPLE

I hate Linda the most rn

Wait the year is wrong on their hats isn’t it?

Never mind.

Oh damn Vincent called out

Oh damn August called out

People are gonna call Wilhelm selfish for this but I think it’s totally valid for him to be upset that Simon doesn’t care about his feelings rn I also think it’s valid for Simon to be distracted as he’s thrown into a world he doesn’t understand yet. I think they’re both selfish in this moment.

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR IM BEGGING YOU

YES TRICK AUGUST INTO THERAPY I’M BEGGING

Malte’s ability to shapeshift into this shitbag needs to be studied

Linda begging you to read the room

Literally fuck these guys leave Wilhelm alone

Simon cry baby. Do it. Cry.

YES THANK GOD LET IT OUT

FUCK NOW IM CRYING

I LIKE YOU SIMON. I DO.

WILHELM LIKES YOU. ROSH LIKES YOU. AYUB LIKES YOU

Simon’s no longer grounded and they’re gonna have sex

Are they gonna get caught making out by the school inspector because I literally cannot handle that

LMFAO

Henry and Walter shut your mouths you’re undoing all your hard fandom work

CAN VINCENT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE

I love Felice getting to interact with her dad

Oh I’m sobbing again

Oh damn I’m nervous

FELICE I SWEAR IF YOUR THE REASON THIS SCHOOL GETS SHUT DOWN ISTG

Valborg is back, baby!

Sara’s gonna crash this car

Augusts gotta a little crazy in his eye lowkey and I don’t like it

Oh god he went to Micke’s

MICKE ERIKSSON OF BJÄRSTAD I'M SCREAMING

August…. Redemption arc???

No he made it about himself again never mind

THEY'RE BAKING OMG

Stedrika baking gfs

Sara and Felice be acting a little fruity ngl

No because Micke is kinda slaying this season by being the best parent and I was NOT prepared for that

WILHELM IN THE CHOIR WILL NEVER FAIL TO SEND ME LIKE BESTIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

HE'S NOT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING AND HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SING BESTIE I AM BEGGING YOU TO FIND ANOTHER HOBBY ANY OTHER HOBBY

SARA’S BACK THINGS ARE GONNA GET WEIRD

YESSSSS WILHELM’S GONNA FIND ANOTHER HOBBY MAYBE

aw baby Simon doesn’t enjoy singing anymore

THEY’RE GONNA FUCK

OMG THEY’RE GONNA FUCK

oh the girls are not happy about Sara being back

Wilmon only stopped for a second they are ON A MISSION

damn Micke why’d you let her down so soon

OH DAMN OH DAMN OH THEY'RE ON THEIR KNEES FOR EACH OTHER OK THEN

OH THIS IS EXPLICIT OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD OH

Wilhelm is a top confirmed I guess damn

WILHELM IS NOT A TOP CONFIRMED I GUESS

If Micke is drunk or high I swear to god

Ok we’re good I think

They’re nakey

Aw a little boy wants his picture. Like I know it’s gonna bite him in the ass later but it’s super cute rn

HAPPY BABY SIMON

Literally shut up Vincent stop making me hate you

And it bit him in the ass

Fuck. Simon go live at Hillerska I can’t handle this rn

Episode 4

I cried: three times

FUCK HE’S CRYING ALREADY

I know this isn’t the point but them calling each other boyfriend makes me want to giggle like a child every time because OMG

oh they’re taking a test and they’re all cheating

VINCENT SHUT UP

NO WILHELM NOT THE PRIVILEGE NOT A PUNISHMENT LINE PLEASE THATS YOUR MOTHER’S PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU

Simon and Wilhelm both having a crisis about their future because they don’t have a choice is gonna make me hurl I can’t do this

August around Sara season 3 has Wilhelm around Simon season 1 energy and I can’t

Oh did something happen to the Queen? Why are they acting like he’s the king right now?

OH SHE’S SO SICK OMG

Farima knows how to handle him and and that’s amazing

Fuck they’re erasing him

She passed!

Again Micke is running away with the parent Olympics and that is BAD

He deleted his accounts 😭

WILHELM STOP THIS NOW. YOU DO REPRESENT QUEER PEOPLE LET IT BE KNOWN JESUS CHRIST

That poor dude shaved his head for no reason

Nilcent moment

HENRY AND WALTER

I simply love Henry

August is a good leader and I hate it so much

WHERE IS ANETTE LILJA BRING HER BACK.

Vincent, you look ridiculous. Stand up.

Wilhelm you’re a hypocrite don’t make me mad at you I am BEGGING.

Stop clapping for him. He doesn’t deserve this.

DRAG HER ASS SIMON

Vincent I’m so mad at you but that was kind of a slay

They really said “we might give up because we don’t have dinner” and that is the most privileged accurate thing that could have happened

Henry and Walter offering 300 for a half eaten lollipop is SO ME

August just admitted to being anorexic and no one batted an eye like???!

VINCENT ADHD CONFIRMED THANK GOD

Oh shit the boys are fighting

Henry spent 2500 on a bag of chips I’m CRYING

“Show your dick for Hillerska” I’M SCREAMING

FELICE IS YOU GET THIS SCHOOL SHUT DOWN ISTFG

THEM WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR TOGETHER I’M NOT OK

THEY DID IT BOYS! SUCCESS

Nilcent moment

FUCK Sara I hate you I love you I’m mad at you

I love Rosh and Ayub and I know they’re trying to be good friends but like… yall gotta support him at some point

Oh god oh no. Erik did it. Erik did the homophobic initiation. Oh this is gonna break him. Oh god

No ERIK I TRUSTED YOU ERIK I BELIEVED IN YOU ERIK I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT YOU OMG PLEASE I CAN'T OMG NO ERIK PLEASE ERIK

But who got beaten up? Who got the boner? Was it Nils? Was it Vincent? WAS IT AUGUST? It had to have been Nils, right?

Episode 5

I cried: four times

They’re absolutely going to break up this episode. I can feel it.

Oh he’s having a nightmare right?

they’re passing notes and no one is ok

Vincent you can’t be mean and gay and homophobic and racist. I need you to pick a struggle.

Fredrika gf era

Don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk

Don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high

What the hell is in August's letter I need to know

I’m literally not okay with the fact that Wilhelm is raising himself right now

Wilhelm’s idol being crushed in between his fingers and having no one to talk to about it is making me want to kill someone

NO DON'T IGNORE SIMON PLEASE OMG

Please tell me Wilhelm has chosen another hobby

NO WILHELM PLEASE FIND ANOTHER HOBBY YOU LITERALLY HATE SINGING

don’t lie don’t lie

Wilhelm stop projecting i’m begging

The music room is homophobic I can’t take this anymore they couldn’t even get off in there like please

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER SARA PLEASE

Micke you were doing so well

Micke please

Stop comparing Simon and Felice, Wilhelm it never landed you anywhere good

WILHELM PURPLE NAILS

MICKE NO

MICKE PLEASE YOU WERE DOING SO WELL

MICKE

MICKE NO

Linda literally fuck you you don’t know anything I hate you so much take a break please I used to love you so much I’m going to scream

Simon can’t take care of everyone all the time please give him a break

HIS PURPLE NAILS I CAN'T

NO SWEETHEART DON'T TAKE IT OFF NO PLEASE

Them all dressed as waiters is sending me into orbit

WILHELM BIRTHDAY SIMON SINGING STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

SIMON MADE THE SANDWICH THIS SEASON I'M LOSING IT

August and Wilhelm should not be able to sit in the same car in case of another Erik situation. That is the entire Swedish line of succession in one vehicle.

Wilhelm got one good dick and suddenly started liking kids

WILHELM WHY WOULD YOU TALK ABOUT POISON RIGHT NOW

the breakup is coming I can feel it

Nilcent moment

This is the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen in my life I can’t hand this

HIS BIRTHDAY SONG IS ABOUT A FROG I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

Sara and August things are weird

NO NOT A NEW WATCH LET HIM KEEP THE OLD ONE OMG

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS

oh August is chugging wine

On a chair no less

What have they done to Felice? No actually what did they do to Felice this season? I’m not okay with it.

The birthday dinner is so uncomfortable that I actually can’t handle it like I will have to actively skip it every time

I’m convinced they’re reading fanfic at this point I’m not able to think of any other explanation for some of this

“Class Bad Boy” is August. Oh god if they only knew

They call him Agge I hate August but omf that is so cute

If they get back together and Felice sees it all hell will break loose and I am sure that is what is going to happen

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER

August’s letter just made me sob wtf

fucking Fredrika

Fuck Wilhelm stop. Stop sabotaging yourself

Welp he’s popping off and Simon’s gonna dip

Oh god

Oh my good god

Oh I can’t handle this

Simon can’t either

If Linda is the reason Wilmon breaks up and I will murder someone

THEY JUST BROKE UP AND THE SHOW ENDED LIKE

OH MY FUCKING GOD

Episode 6

I cried: ELEVEN TIMES

No they’re so sad omg

“It feels like you two are never really over” she’s right

WILHELM TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR HIS OWN PROBLEMS I CAN'T I’M SO PROUD

Has that one extra been a 3rd year this whole time?

Walty moment

MICKE?

Not Micke just a car

Sara better be the reason they get back together

Walter’s outfit slays

HOLY SHIT HILLERSKA STOPS MID DAY JUST LIKE THAT

Oh August broke

The third year trio breaking down together I literally cannot take this I will break

Rosh and Ayub I need you to take a chill pill

NO THE BOOK OMG

POOR ONE OUT FOR HILLERSKA

August coming clean omg

Can’t believe Vincent is the voice of reason

OMG CHESS HAS ACTUALLY BEEN A METAPHOR I’M NOT MAKING SHIT UP

Oop library

Panic attack

HENRY FUCK OFF

“WE’RE LIKE BROTHERS” OK I'LL FORGIVE YOU HENRY BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF THAT

HUSFAR DOING SHOTS OMG

emo Wille is killing me. Like same.

PLEASE HE ATE THAT

PARTY PRINCE

I love Malin being in on it

PARTY PRINSEN

FAKE GRASS

REVOLUTION PLAYING

August and wille????

Understanding

Oh god I’m not surviving this conversation

Oh fuck that HURT

Fruity?

Not fruity ok

Yay Sara

Felice and Sara made me cry

ROSH AND STELLA OMG

NILS CAME OUT OMG OMG

VINCENT IS THE BEST ALLY OMG OMG

SAUGUST BREAKUP OMG

“YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH THE PERSON YOU BECOME WITH ME” OMFG

“IT'LL PASS” OMFG SHE SAID THE THING

The boys’ immediate “we should leave” they’re learning slowly but surely

OH THE LAKE

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE OMFG

I’m shaking

Oh their breakup is killing me entirely I am sobbing like a child

THOSE ARE BARE BUTTS OMFG

STEDRIKA

Henry and Walter OMFG

THE LIGHTS

his song omg

WE HAD SIMON’S SONG AND NOW WE HAVE WILLE’S SONG AND I LITERALLY CAN’T TAKE THIS RN

MIN REVOLUTION

SNOWGLOBE IN THE TRASH OH HE’S ABDICATING. OH SHIT HE’S ABDICATING. I DON’T NEED TO SEE THE REST I KNOW HE’S ABDICATING

THEY HAVE LAST NAMES

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR THANK GOD

HILLERSKA’S FIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER

THEY’RE SINGING SIMONS VERSION I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

BORIS AND WILLE

MAMMA OCH PAPPA ÄR HÄR

KRISTINA APOLOGY

Nothing was in vain and I never gave up

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SUMMER OMFG

NEW YORK

Oh he’s talking about not wanting it

HE DOESN'T WANT THIS

SHES GONNA GIVE IT TO AUGUST

OMG HE'S GONNA DO IT

Oh August just realized he’s gonna be king

ALL THAT RUNNING PAYING OFF BABES

He’s in the backseat

Felice is in the front

She didn’t go to new York

ENDGAME BITCHES

No I can’t handle a fucking montage rn

THE FINAL WALL BREAK

#tag yourself.#i'm literally all of them because they came from my brain #young royals #unhinged zee hours #yr s3

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demadogs · 10 months

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ok i MAY be crazy delulu reaching rn but im listening to the st soundtracks and i just noticed something interesting.

there is a very specific line in california dreamin that i never realized applies so much to the show.

“you know the preacher likes the cold. he knows im gonna stay.”

i just rewatched season 2 and “he likes it cold” is a huge reoccurring fact. it was the key to disconnecting will from the mindflayer.

and i know there is big meaning to this song choice compared to others bc some GENIUS on tiktok that i cant find now :( made an edit to this song with the final scene bc they realized that EVERY LYRIC IN THE CHORUS FORESHADOWS EXACTLY HOW THE SEASON ENDS!!!!

all the leaves are brown

and the sky is gray

i’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day

i’d be safe and warm if i was in LA

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i’ve always been obsessed with this revelation but the verse about the church had always tripped me up. until now.

“stopped into a church i passed along the way, well i got down on my knees and i pretend to pray.”

the church might represent will “stopping” in the upside down and pretending to pray could refer to s2 will being a super spy. his “pretending to pray” was spying back on the mindflayer, saving hopper, and using morse code to talk to everyone. he was pretending to still be the mindflayers slave and betrayed him.

“you know the preacher likes the cold. he knows im gonna stay.”

in this case i think vecna is the preacher. he likes it cold. “he knows im gonna stay” could reference the fact that will was in the upside down the longest. barb died right away and brenner in s1 says 6 people total were taken. why was will the only one that survived? why did vecna hang on to him instead of just killing him immediately? the lab even went to the effort of faking wills death so they’d stop looking for him!! vecna knew that will would stay. but why?

i dont even really have a conclusion to this. the only thing is if this is correct and was intentional its very focused on s2 and the mindflayer and their connection so maybe it could mean that in s5 will might be in a similar situation as s2.

all of this could be WAY outta line and its actually just a california bop that the duffers wanted to use. but “the preacher likes it cold” really got me thinking. i used to hear that verse and try to decipher what the church line meant that i completely disregarded the blatant “he likes it cold” reference.

#also its just a fucking ungodly amazing timeless anthem but you knew that #stranger things #byler #will byers

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loisfreakinglane · 3 days

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OK NOW I NEED YOUR TOP 5 HEROES CHARACTERS AT THIS POINT IN TIME THANK YOU

OH LORDY this rewatch has been one of the wildest tv adventures we've had in a long stretch, so glad 2 be blowing thru this together.

AT THIS POINT. i'm caught up thru 3x06. so my favorites ARE:

peter. you knew this, i knew this, we all knew this. s2 was rough for him plotwise, but as a character i adore him so much. holding strong 4 him

elle bishop. she hasn't had much screentime but she really blew in to be perfect and suuuuuuch a bright spot. no matter how messy things were around her, she was delightful.

mohinder. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HIM AND HIS CRAZY BUG PLOT RN BUT I'M HOLDING STRONG FOR MY MANZ. he's had a rough go of it since season 1 but i'm praying things will sort themselves out.

hiro nakamura. s3 has been.... complicated for my hiro feelings too. but i'm still so happy to see him. he still fills me with joy. wish his sister was around for him to have a complicated relationship with alas.

mr muggles. THE BEST CHARACTER EVER. okay fine. claire. claire and I broke up in season 2 but we are back STRONG for s3. her trauma arc is hitting me deep.

HONORABLE MENTIONS! i LOOOOOOOVE monica dawson so much. she didn't get as much content as i remembered but i feel like after the whole series is over and done, in retrospect she will still be one of my top ranking characters. angela petrelli! EVIL MILF AFTER MY OWN HEART. she's allowed to be such a slow burn complex baddie and I always adore her. the most fun villain we've got in the mix. nathan petrelli! nathan is great. s3 isssssss a bit strange for him so far? but he was one of the few characters whose s2 arc really really worked for me. and he's just very entertaining to me all round. lol we'll see how my relationship with him pans out in volume 4 IF I'M REMEMBERING THINGS RIGHT. AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST? tbh sandra bennett? i love her so much. love everything she's been up to in s3.

this show is definitely a mixed bag but i'm having so much fun rewatching it!!!!!!!!!

#tchallaas #otp biffles in every universe

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it is 2am and i am feeling so much sam winchester love rn so here is a list of taylor swift songs i think resonate with him:

1. Anti-Hero

I feel as tho all the lyrics work towards his character.

Mr. Samuel “It’s me, Hi, I’m the problem it’s me… everybody agrees,” Winchester

I should not be left to my own devices -> Dean constantly implies that Sam shouldn’t be left to figure things out on his own. He does this so much that Sam actually confronts him about it, multiple times.

I wake up screaming from dreaming -> Sam used to wake up from his visions freaked the hell out.

The second verse is also very fitting; he always felt like a freak or monster compared to everyone else.

2. Clean

DEMON BLOOD !!!!!!

I think it works really well for his addiction arc because the song is about toxic relationships (aka RUBY).

The drought being the worst -> Being locked in Bobby’s panic room.

The flowers that we grown together died of thirst -> The powers that grew and developed during his addiction and slowly disappeared when he was sobering.

I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing -> Sam was shouting and banging for hours down in the panic room and no one came to check on him until he was quiet.

Ten months older, I wont give in. Now that i’m clean, I’m never gonna risk it -> He never went back

3. Nothing New

Honestly, the whole reason this song is on the list is because of the lyric:

How can a person know everything at 18, but nothing at 22 -> Sam left for Stanford at 18. That was his first taste of freedom; it was his first time deciding something for himself. He was his own person. He had finally escaped. But, then at 22, Dean came and brought him back in. Jess dies. Everything feels lost again.

In general, I think Sam has lost of teenage girl vibes to him tho. This is probably self projection, but I think its true and this is MY analysis so <3.

4. My Tears Ricochet

This song is about Sam and John’s Stanford fight, and general dynamics that they share.

This one is going to get it’s own in depth, dedicated post <3 but some highlights are:

Even on my worst day, did i deserve, all the hell you gave me -> Sam was a child. No matter how arrogant or frustrating he could be, John should have never been so harsh on him. Telling your kid to never come back just because he wants to go to college is INSANE.

And I can go anywhere I want, just not home -> THIS LINE IS SO AHHHHHHH SAMMY.

Cursing my name, wishing i stayed -> John. John. John. Cursing Sam to never return, while simultaneously wishing he had never left.

Cause when I’d fight you used to tell me I was brave -> Parallel, John telling Sam he being brave on a hunt VS John condescendingly saying Sam was being brave for standing up to him.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same -> John realizing that Sam might have to die if nothing changes. John giving that responsibility to Dean by giving his life for Dean’s; selfless selfishness.

5. Mirrorball

Mr. Samuel “And when I break, it’s in a million pieces” Winchester

I’m still on that tightrope, I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me -> Sam continuously tries to do his best under every circumstance. Even though most of the people around him have such little faith in him. He won’t stop trying.

And I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why -> His faith is God and the stereotypical Christian religion in general throughout the series fascinates me. He has very little reason to keep his faith, but he does. Even in later seasons, I think it was s11, when he prays and believes that Lucifer’s visions are actually messages from God.

I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try try try -> Sam doesn’t actually know what he is doing. He uses his training, but that only can get you so far in mental battles with Lucifer or physical battles with God. He does what he thinks is right. He just wants to help.

6. This Is Me Trying

This is also in the works of developing its own post. Highlights include:

I didn’t know if you’d care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that -> Sam never got to know if Dean wanted him back. All that time spent at Stanford he had to wonder if his father and brother actually missed him or not.

Could’ve followed my fears all the way down -> This just screams Lucifer trauma to me

THEY TOLD ME ALL MY CAGES WERE MENTAL, SO I GOT WASTED LIKE ALL MY POTENTIAL -> *violently screams and shakes* The visions, Demon blood, Hallucifer, literally anytime Sam is struggling it is brushed off as him being too worked up about it. Dean literally COMPLAINED to Bobby about how much work it was that Sam was mentally ill. LIKE DUDE.

AND MY WORDS SHOOT TO KILL WHEN IM MAD, I HAVE A LOT OF REGRETS ABOUT THAT -> Sam does say shit that is hurtful. He does shit that is bad. It’s usually out of frustration from someone else’s actions towards him. AKA it’s usually towards Dean, when Dean belittles him.

pouring out my heart to a stranger, BUT I DIDNT POUR THE WHISKEY -> Sam vs Dean (this is NOT me belittling Dean’s alcoholism bc i get he has an issue)

That this is me trying, AT LEAST IM TRYING -> Again, Sam is just doing his best.

And it’s hard to be at a party when I when i feel like an open wound -> Sam has to just behave and go through his life normally even when he is struggling with abandonment, addiction, 180 years of every abuse imaginable and unimaginable, guilt, and just so much suffering.

It ’s hard to be anywhere when all i want is you, you’re a flashback -> Sam’s feelings about Jess. I constantly think about that scene in the impala when he tells Dean that he still thinks about her. It had been like twelve or more years. Its so painful.

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please excuse my typos

i am yet but just a girl

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