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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Cake by the Ocean” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is having a problem finding jeans that fit, and Sebastian is being his usual helpful self. (1336 words)

Notes: So, yeah - skater's ass is a huge problem when trying to buy jeans XD Also, I named this one-shot after the song since it plays all the time now at the rink ;)

Part 70 of Outside Edge

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"Babe? Oh, ba-abe?" Sebastian sings, raising his voice so he can be heard over his boyfriend's groaning. "Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this?"

"I'm not torturing myself... urgh! I'm... grrr... on a mission!"

"Be that as it may, if it hasn't happened by now, it's not gonna."

"Way... to stay... positive," Kurt growls.

"Exactly. I'm positive this is not gonna happen."

Kurt huffs, shoving aside his boyfriend's unnecessary negativity and bracing himself for the exertion to come. He blows out three times through teeth clenched behind a Chanel logo mask, then sucks in and tugs hard. He holds his breath, tenses his abs, and squeezes his tush, pulling with all his might until his biceps bulge and his elbows shake with fatigue.

It doesn't work. Not an inch. But he's far from giving up.

He refuses to admit Sebastian might be right.

He can't be. Not here. Not in Kurt's sanctuary.

"You've gotta stop this, Kurt! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Passion... is... pain!"

"I don't need you dislocating your knee three weeks before your next qualifier!"

"It's not like I'm... nnn... attempting to parkour up the Empire States Building! I'm just... mmph... trying on a pair of jeans!"

"We've talked about this a hundred times though! You're not going to find anything off the rack. Not with that cake you're packing."

Kurt grunts, snuffling like a pig, then his obscene noises skid to a halt. "Nice."

"Skater's ass is a thing, babe. It exists. And Goddamn... " Sebastian whistles low, picturing Kurt in his latest costume - blood-red and completely blinged out Spandex clinging to his perfectly round rear tighter than his own friggin' skin, and those delightful, flesh-colored mesh cut-outs, strategically placed... Sebastian usually cringes at the sexualized costumes some skaters wear. But when it comes to Kurt, his ass gets a pass. "You have definitely got one."

"You've bought jeans off the rack before," Kurt laments, steering the conversation away from graphic discussion about his butt. Sebastian has no filter, and there are children in the other dressing room stalls. "And... ngh... Blaine has, too!"

"That was dumb luck."

"I want to get lucky!"

An uptight mom glares in their direction. She covers her precious boy's ears and stomps away in disgust, but Sebastian's knees buckle.

"Keep making those noises," he mumbles, sucking in his lower lip like he's kissing Kurt, "and you will."

"What?"

"Uh... " Sebastian clears his throat. "It helps when you have a personal shopper and a tailor on call. There's no shame in having your shit altered, by the way."

"I guess. It just seems so... mmph... high-maintenance for a pair of jeans."

Sebastian raises both eyebrows. "And that's not you how?"

Kurt sighs. A moment of silence follows, then the pair of jeans he's been wrestling cartwheels over the top of the dressing room door. Sebastian catches them. He slides them onto an empty hanger and returns them to the rolling rack with Kurt's other rejects.

"Are you going to help me? Or did you come just to insult me?"

"I'm not here to insult you," Sebastian says in a tone far from reassuring.

"I'm finding that difficult to believe."

"I’m not!” Sebastian swallows to keep from chuckling. He shouldn't pick on Kurt. But he can't help it. Kurt makes it too easy. Sometimes Sebastian can be the worst. He can admit it. He’s not proud. “You said we could get a soft pretzel after."

"Ha-ha," Kurt says dryly.

“God, I miss soft pretzels.”

“Good to know.” Another pair of jeans fly over the door and nails Sebastian in the face.

"Oomph!" Sebastian tosses the jeans aside with a comeback on deck but shelves it when he hears Kurt deflate. Sebastian leans against the door, squinting through the narrow slats. He spots Kurt slumped against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the floor. He looks so sad, Sebastian's snarky remark evaporates. "I'm sorry, Kurt. Believe it or not, I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"Buy some bleach and a 30 volume developer."

Sebastian smirks. "Very funny."

"No," Kurt grumbles. "Seriously. You're in desperate need of highlights. And you should consider doing something about those bangs. They're getting out of hand."

"No need to get personal."

"Sorry, not sorry. It's truth time."

"It’s heartbreaking to see you finally get out to do something you love and ending up depressed. Especially when I can make a phone call and order you three pairs of Gucci jeans that'll fit you like a glove and show up on your doorstep in less than a day."

"Trying the clothes on in the store is part of the fun." Kurt opens the door slowly. He sees Sebastian standing there, arm draped over the door frame, and maneuvers underneath. "It bums me out that I can find all the shirts I want, but I can't buy a single pair of pants to go with them. So if I want to wear a new outfit home, I either have to settle for the pants I wore here or go pantsless."

"And pantsless is a problem?"

"Yes. Pantsless is a problem."

"Pity," Sebastian says, hugging Kurt tight.

The pants aren't the problem.

Well, maybe they are a little.

The problem is society's rush to return to normal that scares the hell out of Kurt.

The residents of Ohio have not handled the pandemic well, to say the least. Lima, in particular, is filled with anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers. Kurt is a germaphobe, and he's not fond of crowds - two of the worst things for a figure skater. Except for the occasional bout of boredom and not seeing his mom as often as he wanted, Kurt embraced quarantine. The mask mandate may have denied the world his alabaster skin and chiseled cheekbones, but he made the best of it, using his exquisite sewing skills to create masks that became the envy of every rink from there to London. He opened an Etsy shop, advertised on social media, and had orders up the whazoo from day one. Even with mask mandates relaxing, he still gets new requests every day.

Kurt reveled in his forced hermitage.

He enjoyed being locked away with Sebastian.

Staying at Sebastian's house for the past year plus was like living in their own private paradise. There was no stress, no pressure. They had everything they needed and dealt with no one outside their bubble.

Even though Kurt launched right back into his routine as a figure skater and a coach the second the rinks opened again, Sebastian knows that going back terrifies him. But Kurt is resilient, one of the strongest guys Sebastian has ever met. He'll get back into the swing.

He just needs time.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like to try?"

Kurt leans into Sebastian's side, happy to have an inkling of his supportive boyfriend back. "No. If Nordies doesn't have what I want, no one will. I guess you were right."

"Oh no! Don't say that!" Sebastian says, giving Kurt a squeeze. "Nothing good comes from thinking I'm right."

"Don't worry. I don't really," Kurt jokes but with a smidge of defeat in his voice.

Sebastian kisses Kurt on the top of the head. "You're a smart man."

"I don't think I could stuff my legs into another pair of pants if I tried. I feel like I've landed thirty triples in the past half hour."

"Are you, maybe, willing to try one more pair? For me?" Sebastian grins. "I know a pair of pants you can get off the rack that will fit. I promise."

"Yeah?" Kurt asks, skeptical but optimistic. "And what's that?"

Sebastian snorts, so from the start, Kurt knows his answer won't be good. "Jeggings."

Sebastian snuffles. Then he guffaws. Kurt shakes his head. He slips out from under Sebastian's arm and starts speed walking away. "You're sleeping alone tonight."

"Aw! Kurt! Don't be like that! I bet Adam Rippon wears jeggings! He's got cake, too!"

"I'm leaving now... "

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jazzywrites · 3 years

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Back in time part 1

Hey guys hope you like it!

Pairing: Castiel x non-gender specific reader

Warning: baby Winchesters

Summary: Y/n was hit by a witch that made her go back in time (season 4-5). They woke up at the young boy’s motel and they have to figure out what to do with the stranger.

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No one’s POV

“Y/n! To your left!” The eldest hunter called out, pointing to the annoying witch they were fighting.

She had terrorized the town by killing young blonde teenagers. She would torture them for their blood for rituals and then kill them off.

Y/n swung their head to the left but not in time to dodge the wave of power that surged into their core. Yellow energy made its way up Y/n’s chest making them let out a powerful scream. The yellow energy bursts from Y/n's chest making the boys cover their eyes for protection. When they look back up Y/n and the witch were gone.

“Y/n? Y/n?!” Dean was looking around the alleyway that they were in with frantic. His chest was aching with so much worry he couldn’t breath. He swore he was going to pass out at any time now.

“Shit. Dean they are gone and so is the witch,” Sam said the same amount of worry coating his beard covered face. This particular hunt was eating on both of them. This witch is a pain in the ass and the hits just keep coming.

“Oh my god!” Dean’s voice broke as he said those words. His hands flew to his face, rubbing it frantically. When he moved them away y/n was still gone.

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Y/n’s pov

Y/n woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The smell of old wood and feet swarmed the air. That made them scrunch up their nose in disgust. Y/n looked around they were in some sort of motel room that looked so run down that it could be classified as abandoned.

Remembering what just happened they started to feel at their chest. Getting confused they picked up up their shirt seeing no injuries what’s so ever.

Soon, y/n thoughts were interrupted when they heard talking from the bathroom.

“Who the fuck are they? Like where they come from?”

“Dude how the fuck am I supposed to know. I walked into the motel room the same time you did, Dean”

Those were Sam and Dean’s voices but different, way different. Y/n couldn’t put their finger on it.

“Sam? Dean?” Y/n yelled out for their friends with confusion.

“What?! How the fuck do they know our names?!” Dean whisper yelled in what could be classified as fear but y/n knows he’ll never admit to it.

“Dude, I don’t know. Just fucking ask them.” Sam whisper yelled back at his big brother.

They walked out of the nasty smelling bathroom and what y/n saw made her gasp audibly.

Dean’s face was rounder, more baby like. Not his usual sharp jawline that y/n swore could cut diamonds. His lips were plumper and he didn’t have his usual stern face. He looked way less stressed than normal and way younger.

Sam on the other hand looked completely different not just small details, like his brother, his entire stature was different. His hair was way longer and his face looked like he was always on the verge of tears. When he walked out the bathroom with his big brother he looked so uncomfortable and awkward that it made him look so cute.

“Alright I’m just going to get straight to the point,” Dean started but his high voice was making it hard for Y/n to keep a straight face, “who are you and how do you know our friggin names?” His eye stared holes into Y/n.

“Alright, big guy, for one calm your tits. My name is Y/n and I also have no idea how I got in this time.” Sam’s eyes widened at the phrasing of their sentence.

“Wait. This time?” Sam’s hand was in the air to stop them as he stepped forward. He was in front of Y/n as they were still sat cross legged on the musty motel bed.

“Shit, I don’t think I should of said that. You see I’m kind of new to the whole time travel thing.” Y/n laughed as the boys looked each other with shocked faces. They were doing the talking to each other without using words thing. For the years that Y/n worked with them they started to catch on to their silent speaking. They scoffed knowing what they were trying to tell each other.

“Try and kill me and your life will definitely flash before your eyes.” Y/n said calmly as they got up and started walking around the motel room. They made it to the other bed which looked to be Sam’s. The bed made to almost perfection and they could see the handle of the demon knife under the pillow. Seeing the powerful knife, Y/n picked it up with an impressed smile.

“Hey! Don’t touch shit that isn’t yours, kid.” Y/n was startled when the knife was swiped from their hands. Dean’s glare was something that Y/n was used to, so when Y/n just looked at him with no ounce of fear is when Dean started to get pissed.

“Alright, I’m getting annoyed. Friggin tell me how you know me or you’ll not like what is about to happen.” That right there made Y/n laugh so hard they folded over. This gesture made Dean, Sam included, very confused.

“I can’t. I can’t.” Y/n tried to compose themselves by taking deep breaths. They looked at the taller men who were wearing the most confused faces that Y/n has ever seen.

“Alright, fine. I’m Y/n and I was fighting this stupid witch, don’t get me started on her, and she shot me with this yellow energy. Hurt like a bitch, by the way. When the yellow energy stopped I woke up here.” Y/n explained as they began to walk around again. Seeing Dean’s duffle bag on a chair by a desk, clothes pooling out of it made Y/n smile. Sam has fought Dean over and over about being clean, which Dean has never listen to.

“That doesn’t tell us how you know us.” Sam said, his voice much calmer than his brother’s.

Y/n nodded as they began to speak but a whoosh of wings cut them off abruptly. Y/n swung their head and saw Castiel. The smile that spread across Y/n’s face was indescribable as they saw their boyfriend. Well, in this case, way younger looking boyfriend. Like Dean, his face was rounder and more baby like. His trench coat wasn’t as worn out. His hair was long and untamed, which for Y/n was adorable.

“Heya, Cassie.” Y/n said with the biggest smile that they couldn’t seem to knock off. Dean was flabbergasted looking at Cas and then Y/n back and forth.

“You know him too?! Alright, kid, get talking.” Dean said with so much annoyance that it made Sam cringe.

“They are a time traveler, Dean.” Cas said his voice deep that was so controlled. Dean rolled his eyes at the angel.

“You don’t think I know that, Cas?” Y/n and Sam snorted at their bickering.

Cas returned the eye roll and walked over to Y/n his eyebrows in a neat furrow.

“Seems at this time you still have a stick up your butt, Cassie.” Y/N smiled at the snort that Dean let out. They look at their younger version boyfriend as he made his way towards them. He lifted his hand with two fingers leading to their head. Y/n quickly dodged the fingers and glared at him.

“Whoa there big shot. What the hell you think your doing?” Y/n glare at the controlled angel as he let his hand fall back to his side.

“I am sending you to Zachariah.” He explained with blunt trying once again by lifting his arm to only get dodged again.

“Oh that prick? Hell nah, get those nasty fingers away from me you feathery bitch.” Cas gave a glare as he started to get frustrated with the time traveler.

“You know about angels and the Winchester's destiny you must be contained.” Cas said with irritation as he started the finger thing again to once again get dodged as they ran behind Sam. He let out a frustrated groan as his hand was let down by his side in a fist.

“So you can use me for info you ass crack,” the name made Dean laugh and Sam to smile while shaking his head.

“You know, in my time, you aren’t an ass and is a good boyfriend.” Y/n said will still hiding behind the large man that was Sam.

“Wait, boyfriend?” Sam asked as he looked behind him at the smaller person with a smirk.

“Yeah, like I said, no stick.” Y/n made an up motion with their two fingers.

“Alright, maybe we can talk about the ‘giving them up to Zachariah’ thing.” Sam said with a slight chuckle to his voice as he took small steps to the angel. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was in, what Y/n liked to call, fight mode. .

Y/n gave Dean a glance to him and then the knife that he still had in his hand. He nodded and stepped closer to Sam moving the knife more behind his back.

“Maybe, you could send them back to their time.” Sam offered with a small shrug. Cas shook his head glaring at Sam for his statement.

“No, I was given orders. They must be sent to Zachariah.” While Cas was distracted by Sam. Y/n grabbed the demon knife that was still in Dean’s hand to cut a wound in their palm. Writing the banishing sigil on the floor as quick as they could.

“Hey Cas! Tell Zachariah to shove an angel blade up his ass for me!” Y/n called out revealing the sigil and their bleeding hand.

“No wai-” before Cas could even finish his sentence Y/n slammed their hand on the sigil and a bright light bursts in Cas making him scream and disappear.

Y/n stood up with a heavy breath as they walked over to the desk that had Dean’s clothes around it. They grabbed a bandanna to wrap around their wounded hand.

“Well, he won’t be gone for long. And I don’t think he’ll be alone next time.” Sam said as he started to pack his stuff, which sent a spring in Dean to also start packing.

“Yeah, I don’t really like this time. He’s kind of an ass.” Y/n laughed as they looked at Dean as he tried to quickly pack up his mess.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it.” Dean added when he grabbed his gun from under his pillow.

“Y/n, what happened before you were hit?” Sam asked with the most gentle voice that Y/n only recognized as his ‘talking to victims’ voice.

“Well, um, I got knocked for a bit and then you told me to watch my left? And then I was hit with that energy ball.” They explained with more questions than answers.

“So, we were all on a hunt together?” Dean asks as he got his keys and they all started to walk to Baby outside of the motel.

Y/n nodded as they opened the back door of Baby and hopping right in.

“So, this witch. Tell me about her.” Sam said bringing out his ancient looking computer. Y/n snorted, but began telling him about the annoying witch.

“Looks like she killed today. Two blonde 15 year olds were found dead their blood drained and 17 bones missing.” Sam said as he continued to scroll and type.

“Yeah, but that could also be her younger self. If we kill her now the entire time order will change and it will fuck up a lot of things.” Y/n explained as they were leaned on the bench, looking over Sam’s shoulder.

“I friggin hate time travel.” Dean said as he made a pretty sharp turn.

“Yeah, tell me about it. This is friggin weird man.” Y/n snorted as they leaned back in their chair.

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Older Winchester’s pov

“C’mon man, you have to have something by now. She didn’t just go MIA. She’s a friggin witch for god’s sake.” Dean said as he paced around the library, his hands in his hair roughly pulling at it.

“It’s like she just stopped. Nothing on missing teens or found dead teens.” Sam sighed with the same stressed out voice that his brother carried.

“Maybe, she went with Y/n. Like, where ever Y/n’s at the witch is to?” Dean said that but with more of a question.

Sam nodded slowly as he continued to scroll on his computer.

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Hey guys! I wanted to put this all in one part but I have so much that I want to add that it would be physically impossible. I really hope you like this! Enjoy!

~Jax

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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hella delayed reaction but skdfjasdlkfa BOYFRIENDS JACOB AND ASHE PIRATE AND SIREN COMBO ARE MY NEW OTP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

*sniggers like an idiot* This message made me draw some stuff, so if y’all didn’t want a diversion from the next part of the POTC AU...too bad! You’re getting some AU!Duncan/Jacob, so deal with it.

Okay, so first things first -- Duncan (later Duncan Ashe) and Jacob Cromwell Roberts (later Black Jack Roberts) first collided after Jacob was “impressed into service” (A.K.A. kidnapped off the merchant ship he was on and forced to be his captors’ navigator or die) by pirate Howell Davis. While trapped on board on the Rover for the next two years, Jacob would (like in the old days trapped on the Revenge with his sister Carewyn) sing to pass the time. Most of the pirates didn’t mind too much as Jacob, like Carewyn, has a great singing voice, and honestly, there isn’t much to do to entertain oneself on a pirate ship.

As luck would have it, one day, Jacob’s singing caught the attention of a merman swimming by the Rover, who was startled by the sound of the voice and stopped momentarily to suss out whether it was another merman or not. He pretty quickly deduced that no, it was just a human male with an unusually attractive singing voice. Duncan probably would’ve tried to take this opportunity to lure the human male into the water and eat him, but considering he was alone and the ship was stuffed to the brim with nasty-looking pirates, Duncan decided it probably wouldn’t be prudent to do so. So instead he shadowed the ship for a while, thinking to follow it back into waters where more merfolk swam and, once there, attack the ship properly with reinforcements.

While following the ship, however, it seemed like every time Duncan came up to the surface, that one human male was always singing, and it was always in such a pained, aching sort of voice. This of course didn’t trouble Duncan exactly -- it was good to know that this human wanted something so much and that Duncan would therefore be able to figure out what he wanted and use it to lure him into his waiting jaws easily -- but as he followed the ship and listened to this young man’s voice in comparison to the others’ on board, he suddenly got the weird feeling that this human was...different, somehow. And so he situated himself on the ship’s anchor and listened a bit more carefully.

Merfolk have a pretty good ability to read the hearts and attitudes of humans just by being close to them, and although Duncan couldn’t get close enough to completely suss out what this human wanted, he got the feeling that his emotions were strong -- not just the sorrow and pain, but the resilience and determination, as well. The human was also very amusing, frequently running circles intellectually around the other men on the pirate ship and making Duncan bite back laughter. At one point Duncan even overheard an argument between the human and the pirates on-board where he demanded to be set free and mentioned his sister, insisting that she needed him and saying he would do anything if they’d just let him return to her. Considering that merfolk in general are not family-oriented (with a few lone exceptions), the level of passion in which this human spoke of his sister startled Duncan. He was more than used to people lusting after gold or flesh, but he’d never heard anyone speak so selflessly before -- being willing to lay down his own life not for himself, but for someone else. It was a stupid thing to say, Duncan thought, considering these pirates clearly had no reason to listen to him and him emotionally lashing out wouldn’t likely help anything...and yet, all the same, Duncan found himself drawn all the more. And so when the ship entered merfolk-inhabited waters...Duncan did not strike. Instead he left and found a meal elsewhere, but never forgot the ship called the Rover and the young man with the wonderful voice.

Over the next year, Duncan kept his eye open for the Rover. It zipped back and forth across the sea often enough, so it didn’t take long for him to figure out their route. There were several points he considered speaking to the human, or maybe even singing himself so he could hear him, but he always reminded himself that he didn’t know what good it would do. Sailors still by and large fear and distrust merfolk (though they often presume they’re all mermaids, not men), and Duncan had no way to help this human escape his circumstances whether he wanted to or not. He no longer wanted to lure him off the pirate ship with promises that weren’t true.

Once, while Duncan was following the Rover, the ship got locked in a huge sea battle, forcing the merman to dive deep below the waves to escape the cannon fire. When he emerged, he was shocked to find that his human had actually been made Captain -- “Captain Jack Roberts,” they called him. Duncan finally had a name -- and when he followed the ship all the way to its destination of Port Royal, he thought it would be the last time he would ever see him again. Duncan fought with himself about whether or not to approach “Jack,” but in the end, he lost his nerve. His heart broke when he saw his human leave the ship at a run, as if he never wanted to look back.

You can imagine how shocked and delighted Duncan was, therefore, when his “Jack” returned to the ship. The delight was short-lived, however, when Duncan learned the reason “Jack” had returned was because his precious sister was gone and no one knew where she’d disappeared to, so he was determined to search the seven seas until he found her again. Duncan could sense immediately that there were tensions aboard his ship in response to this, but “Jack” didn’t seem to -- he was too focused on finding his sister to give much care to anyone else’s thoughts on the matter. Duncan cursed the stupidity of this wonderful, bizarre human.

As Charles Cromwell later told Carewyn, Howell Davis’s old First Mate Patricia Rakepick decided to spark a mutiny on board the Rover and claim its captainship for herself. Rather than maroon Jack as per the Pirate Code, she determined (correctly, may I point out) that if he were left alive, he’d be more than smart enough to find a way off the island and be a thorn in her side later -- and so in a particularly brutal move, Rakepick shot him in the back with her pistol and pushed him overboard into the raging waves. In alarm Duncan, who had still been following the Rover, dived to retrieve Jack, covering the young man’s mouth with his own in a deep kiss to give him the ability to breathe underwater long enough that he wouldn’t drown while Duncan swam him away from the Rover.

Duncan eventually found a small island where he could pull Jack ashore. Knowing Jack was in bad shape and yet he had no way to help him on his own, Duncan made the risky and brave decision to leave the water, taking on human legs and stumbling into the closest town butt-friggin’-naked begging for help. The townspeople quickly gave him some clothes and Duncan then led them back to the beach where he’d left Jack, who dipped in and out of consciousness as Duncan lifted him into his arms and carried him to the closest doctor. Once his human was tended to, the two finally met face-to-face for the first time and exchanged names -- the human introduced himself as Jacob Roberts, or Jack, while Duncan introduced himself as Duncan Ashe, taking his last name from the contents of the ashtray in the parlor of the doctor’s home.

It wasn’t long after that Jacob made his deal with Davy Jones to steal the Rover back from Patricia Rakepick and the East India Trading Company, which officially branded him a pirate and set him on his quest to both find Carewyn and locate Charles or Blaise Cromwell so as to satisfy his debt with Jones. Duncan was and is the only member of Jacob’s crew who knows both about his deal with Jones and his backstory, and over the years, Jacob told Duncan all about his sister, Carewyn, and what a saint she supposedly was. Jacob constantly insisted that Duncan would love Carewyn when they finally met, which Duncan couldn’t help but doubt, considering that he found Jacob to be a rare exception among humans -- as it turned out, when they finally did, Duncan was amazed to find Jacob was right.

To this point, Jacob still hasn’t put two-and-two together about what Duncan really is, and Duncan hasn’t felt much desire to tell him, even though there are points he wishes Jacob could know that he really did save his life, and not just by pulling him out of the water. Nevertheless, Jacob did eventually figure out how much his First Mate really meant to him in the midst of the seven years they sailed together (yeah -- this guy is a brilliant scholar and captain, but when it comes to people, he really is an absolute idiot), and once he did, he was pretty forceful in making sure Duncan knew it too. By then, Duncan was more than willing to reciprocate, given how long he’d kept his feelings to himself -- so now Black Jack Roberts’s relationship with his First Mate Ashe is more than common knowledge among the crew. Anyone who would even think about underestimating either man because of this, however, is pretty quickly disillusioned when Duncan tosses them overboard or Jacob decides to dangle them by the back of their shirts off the bowsprint for a day or two.

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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2x02: Everybody Loves a Clown

Then:

Dean wore cute hospital PJs once. And I’m being really flippant over a very cool Then sequence.

Now:

Medford, Wisconsin

At a fair, the locals are enjoying the rides, and carnies, and clowns (and fire breathers--I mean, I spent many a summer at the county fair in my youth, but I guess, never the one in Medford, WI...wow.) A family with a young girl is enjoying the day. The daughter sees a clown in the distance and waves.

Yay CLOWNS! If the fucking thing didn’t look like Pennywise’s depressed cousin, maybe I wouldn’t be so skeptical right now.

Later that night the family drives home in their little Smart Car when the daughter sees Pennywise’s cousin again. Even later, the daughter, hopped up on cotton candy and Fun Dip, can’t sleep. She looks outside to see Pennywise’s cousin chillin’ in her backyard. TOTES NOT CREEPY. She races downstairs to let him inside.

Meanwhile, the brothers give their father a hunter’s funeral. Sam is overwhelmed and wants to know if John said anything to Dean before he died. WHelps, NO Sam, NOT AT ALL. Dean lets a Single Man Tear fall because he’s not emotional and not lying and not a big ball of pain and anger and relief and guilt.

One week later, Dean’s at Bobby’s fixing up Baby (and finally grooving to the actual music of the show, thx Netflix for always ruining my season 1 experience).

For Is This Pornography Science:

Sam wants Dean to admit SOMETHING. Dean wants to bury it all REAL deep and continue to fix his soul car in silence.

Sam also has a voicemail on their dad’s phone from a woman named Ellen. They agree to head out to find the woman.

Sidenote: I love that the minivan only plays AM 70’s music. GOLD.

Anyway, they end up at a place called the Roadhouse. They head inside to the seemingly deserted bar. There’s a man sleeping on the pool table. Dean is accosted by a young woman with a shotgun. He gets the better hand without issue though. She punches him though and Sam comes out from the back at the end of another gun. Boy, this is a real fun crowd.

Meet Ellen and Jo Harvelle. They know Sam and Dean, but Sam and Dean don’t know them. And I know John is fresh in his grave, but fuck you, man. Way to isolate and terrorize your children their whole lives. Ellen tells them she could help with the demon. She then puts it together that John is not alright. Sam admits that the demon probably got him.

Ellen tells them that Ash can help them with their cause. Enter: Ash and all his mullet glory.

Dean and Ash flirt unnecessarily. Ash is a genius and can’t believe what John accomplished. (I mean, what does a genius have to do with hunting, but ok. Sam and Dean are geniuses too but I’d say it’s their street smarts that’s kept them in the game this long.)

Anyway, Ash can track the demon. He just needs time. Dean tells Ash that he really likes his hair, and then the camera thought that was too gay so it cuts to Jo’s butt. It’s a cute butt and all, but Dean’s still very bisexual.

Sam asks Ellen about a folder of case information.

Dean asks Jo about how Ellen got caught up in the hunter life. Jo’s dad was a hunter. He passed away. There’s a moment of Dean thinking about Jo in more than a friendly stranger way but that passes really quickly. Jo calls him out but Sam interrupts (as he does). He’s caught a case!

Sam actively wants to pursue a killer clown case. What kind of upside down world are we living in? Oh right, the world where Sam works cases to process/push through his grief. The brothers try to figure out what’s happening. Dean wonders if it’s a cursed object since it’s moving from town to town with the carnival and it’s happened in the past. Time to find that needle in a haystack!

At the carnival, a disillusioned kid wanders around the funhouse with his dad. He sees Pennywise’s cousin.

He’s scared but his dad tells him they’re his friends. That night, little Evan lets his new friend into his home to murder his parents. Boy, I dread thinking about the panel of therapists he’ll need in life.

The brothers decide to pose as carnival workers to blend in to find the cursed object. Dean immediately gets off on the wrong foot with one of the carnival workers, who is blind and has an apparent hair trigger temper. Papazian, the worker, is also adept at whirling blades right into a bullseye which is definitely #goals. Dean then pulls an older brother and makes Sam sit in the clown chair during their interview. “This place is a refuge for outcasts,” the carnival manager says. SOLD!

The boys patrol the carnival with EMF meters, until Sam discovers a real human skeleton dangling in the funhouse. YEESH. Papazian overhears Dean talking about the case over his phone and stops him to ask about “EMF” and “skeletons.” Dean scrambles for an explanation. Um, they’re writing a book about...ghosts! Phew! Saved it, Dean Bean. Before the end of the day Sam and Dean witness another kid who sees an invisible clown. Dun dun DUN.

Sam and Dean tail the family to their home and then sit outside waiting for the clown to appear. It’s much later when a light turns on in the house. The little girl is awake and she’s ready to bring in her new playmate!

My GOD.

Dean and Sam intercede in the most shotgunniest of ways, by breaking into the house and blasting away at the clown. The clown suddenly fades to nothing and launches out the door.

Invisible clown on the loose? G R E A T

Later that morning, the Winchesters ditch the van in the woods off the side of the road.

While they walk, they discuss emotions. Sam pushes Dean to grieve in a healthier, more open way. But Dean is OKAY, he’s FINE! He pushes Sam in return to deal with their Dad’s death and stop trying to bury himself in hunting.

Later, with emotions safely squashed into a tiny space in their chests again, they go over the case. Ellen’s crew turned up a likely suspect: they’re dealing with a rakshasa, which feeds on people and can turn invisible. They eat every 20-30 years so it lines up with the earlier carnival. Carnival manager Cooper worked at both carnivals, and is now their top suspect.

Sam breaks into Cooper’s trailer, while Dean heads to Papazian to borrow a brass rakshasa-killing knife. Papazian invites Dean to look for the knife in a trunk, only Dean discovers a clown wig inside. “You?” Dean asks before Papazian morphs out on him.

Dean breaks out of the trailer and runs into Sam. He didn’t get the knife, but he found the killer! Good job? Unfortunately Papazian is currently in invisible mode. Sam races for the funhouse to get some brass, heading for the piping hot pipe organ to steal a few blades.

In the funhouse, knives whirl out of nowhere, pinning Dean to the wall. He pulls the fire extinguisher system and the invisible shape gets trapped in the mist and strobe light. The Winchesters stab it with a brass pipe and it fades away into a pile of clothes.

Back at Ellen’s bar, Jo congratulates them on a successful hunt. She heavily hints that Sam’s a third wheel and Sam miraculously leaves so that Jo can make her move.

Dean admits that he’d be heavily on the side of massive flirtation, but he’s been having a rough time lately. “Wrong place, wrong time,” Jo surmises. Yep!

Ash wanders in. He scraped out all the data from John’s notes and turned it into a genuine demon tracking program on his computer. He’ll notify the Winchesters if omens turn up.

Ellen offers the Winchesters spare beds but they head back to Bobby’s so Dean can drink and work on his car and pretend that he doesn’t feel things. Sam admits that he’s got a lot to work through about their Dad’s death. He feels guilty that he never mended fences with their dad, and admits that he isn’t okay. He tells Dean that he knows he’s feeling the same. Dean admits his own feelings, except instead of words he uses a crowbar to bash the living hell out of the rear trunk of his soul. I mean car. Dean bby

DEAN SMASH:

I feel like a friggin’ soccer mom!

Was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed?

I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?

“Planes crash!” “And apparently clowns kill!”

I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches

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The week in review:

Raw 11/09 NXT 11/11 NXT UK 11/12 Smackdown 11/13

Raw:

Shayna vs Lana?? God poor Lana. Preemptive “rip”

Lmfao Lana is so damn extra.

Okay but WHY is Asuka facing Nia later? And where has Asuka even been the past few weeks?

Yikes. Lana is so friggin useless in kf.

Rofl Nia mocking Dana’s voice, I cannot with her.

Did Dana and Mandy actually save Lana from #8?? They got half a point. I get why they’re reluctant to help Lana, but they’re nearly coming off as the mean, popular girls, and I know that’s not their personas. I get she fucked them over, but it was inadvertent. Buy some goodwill guys.

Are they the Gucci girls now? Honestly flashforward to current times, Charlotte fits right in with them. If you were gonna have Charlotte head a stable, Dana and Mandy are the perfect people to put with her.

“We totally saved your butts... Lana.” :/ Dana. Dana plz. With all the work you put into your craft, HOW are you still the weakest promo in the division?

“Okay listen, thank you, you’re welcome,” just let Mandy and Dana practice wrestling cuz their promos are fucking painful.

Lana No-Friends.

Why is Alexa happily destroying flowers??

Lol has no memory of seeing Nikki the week prior. Yikes. Are we still sure it’s not drugs???

“Lexi I’m not playing.” “That’s too bad, Nikki.” What she means, Nikki, is there are 2 options: play or pain. You should just play. Actually side note; wasn’t that Nikki’s whole damn character when she debuted? ‘Nikki wants to play’? ‘Play with Nikki’??

Omfg Alexa is god damn stellar. Nikki tells her to choose either Fiend/Bray or [Nikki]. Alexa thinks about it for a moment, “okay. I choose... *blows the flower petals in Nikki’s face* him!” Then fucking claps, giggles and walks away. Imagine if you had a whole damn roster that could be this entertaining.

Also Nikki is really talented in her own right. Working with Alexa did wonders as far as promos and acting go.

Survivor Series team is supposedly at ringside because Asuka is about to go one on one with Nia. I’m not seeing the correlation.

Shayna officially playing the role of henchman now, I see. That’s interesting.

Asuka does a lot of things worth praising. Her Octopus is not one of them.

It’s always nice seeing Nia bump like she does for Asuka.

Oh that kickout into an armbar by Asuka was BEAUTIFUL.

Asuka said “fuck all y’all we’re busy rn”

I hate Shayna’s hammerfists SO much.

This Survivor Series team is a fucking disaster in kf.

aaaaand there’s number 8. Jeeeeze. “You don’t belong here, you’re gonna drag us down. Just quit.” This is a bullying story done right tbh. No personal petty bs insults, no body shaming. Just straight up physically assaulting the weakest link that has zero friends. It’s a good story. I feel sympathy for sure.

Highlight: Alexa & Nikki backstage segment

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NXT:

See I don’t mind Shotzi’s backstage promos at all. She exudes passion. I can feel her emotions. But 9 times out of 10 she ends it in a howl and I want to scream.

Weak final thought though. There was really nothing better you could end it on? Okay.

So Xia calls out Raquel and then doesn’t show. Not sure if it’s for kf or meta reasons.

I like Raquel speaking Spanish while brawling. She should incorporate that more, especially with Zelina gone. We need more Latina talent (no disrespect to Bayley or Sasha, if they wanna start speaking Spanish then good on them)

“Everybody better take their-- my name out of their mouth.” SIGH can I get a non-awkward speaker that isn’t Nia? Anyone? Anywhere? Hello??

What the hell does any of this Xia stuff mean? Fine I’ll be patient.

So is Toni a face? I thought she was a heel. Did I misinterpret the heel turn pre-covid era? That’s even worse, she’s even more the same now.

Ugh rough day when I’m here cheering for Toni. God I hate Candice.

Do you really have the right to call anyone a ‘punk rock poser’ Candice? I mean... REALLY?

It’s not that I hate Toni’s headbutt, I just hate it when people take themselves out delivering a headbutt.

Anticlimactic sequence. Toni says fuck your second rope neckbreaker to Candice, then Candice says fuck your second rope leg drop to Toni, just to follow up with a mere kick to the jaw and a pinfall attempt. Missed opportunity to really get something going.

Sad attempt at putting her feet on the ropes by Candice.

Good let Toni be a “sore loser” fuck Candice.

So the masked figure is Indi, right? Why are they keeping her masked? What’s the purpose? Yeahhh that’s really not a surprise. Anyway.

It’s a damn shame what happened in 2020, the whole world has felt it. And it’s a damn shame that you didn’t get to show out in front of 80k people. I truly feel for you. Your loss, however? In kf I can’t feel bad because you sought HER out on HER show. In a meta sense? She did you a favor taking that title. You were 5 seconds from being called Charlotte 2.0, and you deserve better. You deserve the opportunity to grow and make a name for yourself without being handed everything before the age of 25, and you’re SO much better off for it.

The downfall of “nxt’s hottest new act” was a great story. It sucks to be her, but it was a great story. Rhea’s gonna be a fucking STAR on the main roster. She will thrive. She will exceed expectations. She will make a name for herself. She had to eat that humble pie first, though. Obviously I know how this match ends already, and rightfully so.

Highlight: I guess the Io/Rhea Prime Target

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NXT UK:

Kind of a bummer that there’s only ever one women’s match/segment every week on UK. I want to ponder whether it’d be different sans a pandemic, but I’m not certain it would be.

Xia Brookside is too animated in her moves, and her moves are always too slow for it to mesh well.

They compliment Xia’s “technical work” but she just comes off as someone who has learned the absolute basics and has no idea how to utilize them in a match.

Interesting to note that they seem to be building up 2 heels in Nina and Jinny, yet the champ herself is a heel. Not quite making me believe either of them have a chance at defeating her in the future.

Nice I always love a good codebreaker. Points to Xia.

That was a nice cartwheel off the turnbuckle using the ropes. One would assume the tweak to the knee was a farce.

Stupid small package. Stupid result. At least Nina got some heat back, but she should’ve won, lesbireal.

Side note: I see UK does in fact have a pc. No excuse for these women to get gassed so quickly then, get it together.

Highlight: The network exclusive video package for KLR vs Piper

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Smackdown:

What a racy outfit. I don’t hate it, Sasha wears it well.

There’s like a million things you can do with Sasha that doesn’t involve a live promo in the middle of the ring. Explore them plz.

Carmella’s not a technical master by any means, but having her superkick and then finish with a facebuster is super weak.

What’s also weak: where the fuck did Bayley go?

What’s even weaker than that: Carmella had like the best theme music and now it’s gone. Tragic.

Lol why is Nattie stomping her feet like she’s throwing a tantrum? She’s hilarious tbh.

“If team Smackdown is going to win,” lmao let me cut you off right there. Imagine the SD women actually winning at SvS. Good joke.

Omg Chelsea is alive? We gave her a tag match in nxt with the women’s champion Charlotte Flair... Charlotte fucking Flair... and then kept her off tv for like 6 months for this? Is this her grand debut?? Is she even ready for the main roster???

Wait hold on. Back up. So Chelsea touched Adam’s shoulder and had some off camera conversation to make her way into this triple threat match? *sigh* okay.

I don’t quite remember who this team consisted of, but if I had to guess, I’d assume Liv wins this match since Ruby is already on the team.

Love Chelsea’s theme music, love that a giant picture of herself is no longer her titantron... HATE the flowy wedding dress veil that she wears on the bottom half of her outfit.

Should stick Chelsea with Nattie tbh.

What the hell was that by Liv? A fake out standing crucifix turned into a ddt? Fucking beautiful.

Nattie and Liv work together nicely ngl. Liv really does have a lot of potential, but she’s god awful on the mic. Tag team wrestling is best for her for the foreseeable future.

“This is a fatal 4way,” Cole reminds us, because Chelsea and Tamina have seemingly died.

Should’ve just made this a singles match between Liv and Nattie, jesus.

Lmfao Liv pinned Tamina. What took Chelsea out? A dropkick off the apron. A dropkick off the apron took Chelsea out for 3 minutes, and she got maybe 3 moves of offense. Yikes, what a debut.

So when does Bayley get added as captain?

Highlight: The match that totally wasn’t a singles match between Liv & Nattie

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*Bad week in wrestling, but yet again, Raw shines the brightest because as small as their roster may be, they’re being utilized decently well.

#wwe #issa review #feel free to ignore these #cuz who tf cares lesbihonest #today's props goes to:#alexa bliss

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 8

Happy birthday, Tephi! Sorry I was gone for a bit guys, work was kicking my butt for a while there. But we’re out of holiday season, and it looks like we may actually get another full-timer on my team! Anyways, where did we leave off again? Ah. Right. The whole “Stones are Soul Gems” thing. Guh. And Ed’s off exploring an “abandoned” lab, while some psycho with a knife is attacking Al.

Episode 08: “The Fifth Laboratory” Al looks up as the rooftop psycho (captioned as [66]) completely ruins the element of surprise with a battlecry. Well, given his heavy armor and the fanged skull-helmet, guessing that subtlety isn’t one of Mr. 66’s strong suits. Al jumps back and avoids the wild swings of 66’s machetes, to which the pfffahahaha ok hold up. I’m sorry, but he’s just so… pudgy! This 66 dude is a marshmallow, perfect example of acrofatic with the rooftop leap. Anyways, Pudgy compliments Al’s speed for someone of his size. Then follows the compliment by saying a lesser fighter wouldn’t be worth the effort to cut down. Right, masked psycho. Can’t let his adorable fluffiness distract me. 66 explains that he got the name from “them” when he came to work at the lab, and that he’s going to cut Al up nice and neat. So just sit back and scream, m’kay? Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. Inside Ed’s looking at a large Transmutation Circle in an open room, with a small pillar in the center. Said TC looks rather simple compared to the ones we’ve seen so far, is that really all that’s needed to make a Stone? Well, the TC and the noticeable red stains spaced around the five points. Ed makes the same assumption I did, and another voice confirms his suspicion. Said voice is a rather refined-sounding 48, another armored dude with glowing red eyes (like the Goths?) who says he’s in charge of guarding the lab from curious brats. Bit more back-and-forth between the two before Ed makes an arm blade, 48 (nickname Pompous) notes that he’s an Alchemist and WHOA he’s right in front of Ed already. Threat estimation just went way up. Yikes, and he’s already deduced that Ed has an automail arm. Pompous is proving to be pretty good. But Ed gets a stab in and- *clank*? Oh. OH. Wait a minute. He’s hollow? Like Al? But that implies… Ok, video’s paused for a moment. Getting some seriously bad implications here. We know souls can be bound to armor, our boy Al’s liv- well, existing proof of that. And if a non-certified child performing amateur Alchemy can do that, who’s to say a bunch of immoral scientists can’t? Take a lab designed to turn death into a power source, and siphon off a couple of the condemned to make immortal, nigh-impervious to harm guards for your sick manufacturing process. And why stop at just a few guards? Build up a friggin army of the things! Who’s gonna stop you? The genocidal government? You’re either working for them or you are them! Oh Leto, this is gonna end up with our boys having to face down armies of pseudo-Als, isn’t it? Cripes. Back to the fight, really really hoping that my theory is wrong. Buuuut nope, Ed confirms that’s the sound he hears when sparring with Al. Pompous reintroduces himself as the guy numbered 48 on death row, more commonly known as Slicer. Mass murderer, y’know. Pompous doesn’t confirm that the place was used to make Philosopher’s Stones, it not being “his area”, but he does reveal his Seal in his helmet, helpfully notes that if Ed destroys it, then the fight is Ed’s. Awfully considerate, although he says that he likes a challenge now and then. And he won’t just let Ed walk away, it’d totally ruin his mass-murderer rep. On to the fight! ...Hughes, you’d better have a good reason to interrupt the fight between our Protagonist and the Soul-Bound Mass Murderer. Yes, it’s adorable how happy you are that your daughter’s about to turn 3, but there are things going on! Roy agrees with me. Stop using a military line on military time to gush over your family! Hughes finally returns to more pressing matters, namely a certain scar-faced Ishvalan. They found bodies at the destroyed bridge, but they’re all so decomposed that they can’t be identified. Hold up, regardless of the fact that he’s clearly alive still, what do you mean by bodies? As in multiple? I count nine sheets there, where did they all come from? And why decomposed? The fight wasn’t that long ago. Although there’s no concrete evidence he’s dead, lack of sightings means Command thinks that he’s dead. So it should be ok to remove the Elric Brother’s guards soon. Said unfortunate guards have just found the empty room where their charges are supposed to be. [Brosh]: “Ah! Major Armstrong’s gonna take his shirt off again and yell at us some more, isn’t he?!” While Brosh sobs, Ross takes charge and orders him to follow to the only place they could have gone. To the Fifth Laboratory! Lots of yelling and grunting as Pompous and Ed swing at each other. But there’s a shift in gears? Ooooh crud. Ed’s arm is breaking, the increase in chrome and resulting weakness means it’s not holding up as well. Sure, it won’t rust as easily, but he’ll be too dead to enjoy that. Fight’s taken a shift in Pompous’ favor, where before they were equally matched now the Soul-Armor’s just standing, blocking while barely moving and then kicking Ed away. Pompous is all sad that Ed won’t last much longer, tired and wounded as he is. Not to mention that his partner’s likely finished with Ed’s companion outside. After all, 66 is quite strong. But not as strong as Pompous, of course. Ed finds this quite funny. See, he and Al have been sparring partners for quite some time. And to this day, he’s never beaten his little brother. Cut to outside, where Pudgy is getting his skullface handed to him. Or rather, knocked clean off. No sign of his Seal, though. Pudgy offers to share his story with Al, all starting with a man named Barry. Barry appears to be a butcher, given the artwork of a guy with a cleaver surrounded by meat. Barry the Butcher did so love cutting up meat into tiny little pieces. Until one day that wasn’t enough anymore, and he took his cleaver to the streets. 23 victims later, Barry was sent to the gallows. But then some dumbass decided that such a man would do just fine as an unpaid nightguard. Anyways, that was the story of the infamous serial killer Barry the Chopper! [Al]: “Sorry, I’ve never heard of you.” Barry/Pudgy does not take Al’s lack of local history well. Nor his lack of surprise to the whole “bodiless armor” thing. And then he’s surprised when Al calmly pops his own helmet off. Really, dude? The glowing red eyes didn’t clue you in? Heh. Oh man, poor Pudgy. You have no idea who you’re messing with. Wait. Why are you laughing? Oh. You DICK. [66]: “Are you sure that you’re not a puppet created and controlled by your so-called brother? Were you ever a real person to begin with?” Nope. Nope nope nope. Shut up. You do not get to ask those questions. You do not get to imply that Al wasn’t a real boy. That his memories were created to make him easier to control. That dear sweet Granny and Winry are just playing along to manipulate a “living” weapon. I was looking forward to seeing our boys take you down, murderer. Now I’m looking forward to them doing it slowly. Leto. First Soul Gems, now the whole issue of sapience and continuation of consciousness? This show’s not pulling any punches, is it? Um, cop? You may wanna well ok he’s dead. “I kill, therefore I am. As long as I know that, it’s all I need to prove to myself that I’ve always been me.” Back inside, Pompous is saying that he’ll finish off Ed quickly to go and fight the better fighter. Alright Ed, what’s your plan? Good plan! And shame on you, Pompous. You talked a big talk, but you really fell for the old “look behind you” trick. [48]: “That was dirty!” [Ed]: “There’s no such thing as ‘dirty’ in a fight. Before he destroys the seal, Ed stops to pick up Pompous’ helmet and demands what he knows about the Philosopher’s Stone. And just leaves the main body of Pompous behind him. Really, Ed? You’ve lived with Al for how many years? Seen his head get knocked off yet he still moves just fine how many times? Shame on you. Wait, what? “Impossible?” Why? You clearly saw the seal on the neck, right? Ooooh. “Slicer” was a pair of brothers? Independent head and body? So Ed was shown a seal inside the helmet, not the one lower down on the armor proper. And now he’s really injured, Armor-Slicer’s not giving him time to transmute (point for having the seal already on some gear, rather than using your hands each time). Ouch, jab to the cut and Ed’s down. Memory of Scar? OOOOOOOHHHHHH! Ed figured out Scar’s Hand o’ Doom! Armor-Slicer done got blown in half! And then freaks Ed out by wriggling. Ha! Pompous takes the defeat in fairly-good grace, calls for Ed to deal the finishing blow. But Ed’s not going to commit murder. [48]: “With bodies like these are we really even people?” [Ed]: “I consider you people whether you have physical bodies or not… If I didn’t, that would mean I didn’t believe my own brother is a person either.” Outside Pudgy continues to prey on Al’s doubts, goes so far as to dare him to break his own Blood Seal. Obviously Al won’t do such a stupid thing, but it’s because we know that he’s alive, not because he’s “programmed” to protect it. Guh, the sooner Pudgy bites it the better. Ed continues to insist that he won’t kill another person. Which amuses Pompous? Wow. Pompous remarks that it’s ironic, saying it wasn’t until they were Soul Bound that he and his brother were treated like humans. For that kindness, he’ll tell Ed everything. Awesome, we’re getting- aw crap. I know that dress. Ladies and gentlemen. Lust is on the scene. And she does not like helmets with loose lids. And Envy, as well. This is bad, isn’t it? Al, you may wanna get in and rescue your brother sooner rather than later. Jeez, hope Soul-Bound Armors don’t feel pain. Or at least it was quick for Pompous, getting split in two like that. WELL OK THEN. Guess that answers the question “Do Soul Armors feel pain?”. Envy’s taken up the sword and is repeatedly stabbing the Armor-Slicer’s seal, ranting about how their attacking the important sacrifice could have messed up the entire plan. Finally, the armor stops moving. Ed slowly slides up the wall to get to his feet, facing down Lust and Envy and demanding to know who they are. Uh, Ed? I know that you don’t know these people, that you aren’t aware that they seem to have hurt Scar enough - you know, that guy who utterly wrecked you and Al? - to send him into hiding. And that you’re pissed off enough to ignore your own physical state. But maybe you think you could tone it down a notch? Not try to kick Envy and prepare to fight? Whelp. Ed’s arm just went kaput. Winry, as much as I respect you as a mechanic, gonna have to question the choice to go so heavy with chrome. Rust isn’t as bad as these “technical difficutlies.” And yup Envy-knee to the stomach, Ed’s down for the count. [Lust]: “Listen to me well, boy. Don’t ever forget this. Always remember that we allowed you to live.” And of course, since Ed was poking around the place, it’ll have to go. Lust orders Envy to blow it up. Hey, uh, Al? How you holding up? Aw, no. Al, please. Please don’t let Pudgy’s mindgames get to you. Don’t start thinking that what Ed was going to tell you last episode was that... Hooray, Ross and Brosh are here! Woefully ignorant of how useless bullets are against Pudgy, but still. Uh oh, building’s cracking. And Pudgy recognizes what that means, makes a speedy exit. Al cries out that Ed’s still inside. Well, it’s not like the Goths are going to let their “important sacrifice” die as they dispose of the evidence, right? Called it! Envy walks out of the dust with Ed slung over his shoulder, drops him off with Al and Ross while cheerfully saying they should take him to a hospital and keep a better eye on him. “He’s a precious resource.” And like that, he’s gone. As the lab crumbles, the prison next door is home to a bunch of yelling prisoners. And further inside, someone named Kimblee remarks that it’s lovely to hear a building exploding. Hey, it’s Smiley, from the flashback to the Ishvalan War. You know, the guy who was grinning during the genocide? Seems he’s in prison now. This is the guy that Mr. Freeze was trying to recruit in the first episode too, wasn’t it? And even as the lab crumbles, even as our characters rush to get Ed to a hospital… Al thinks about what Pudgy said. ...wait, that’s it? That’s the episode? Come on! How rude is it to leave poor Al doubting his own personhood?! Post-credits: Hughes is talking on a phone, remarking that things at Central are pretty hectic. All the senior Alchemists killed by Scar? Rumor is a certain Roy Mustang may get promoted to fill in the spaces. But getting advanced so young Roy’s bound to make enemies. He needs as many people on his side as possible. Like a wife! ...yeah, I’m with you, [Receptionist]. Hughes, please stop with the personal phone calls. [Narrator]: “Edward Elric cannot find the right words to say what he must. Meanwhile, young Alphonse is frightened by his brother’s continued silence. Where does the truth lie? This truth is waiting, hidden in the memories of a young girl. Next time, on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood-” Episode 09 - “Created Feelings” “The heart begins to waver because if fears what the truth may bring.” Hey, looks like we get to see Winry again! Almost makes up for Alphonse having to doubt his very existence! Man, I can’t wait to see Pudgy bite it!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 8

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Growing Pains: Chapter Four

Summary: Life is hard when you’re about to turn 18. It’s even harder when you realize you might be completely out of love with your long time boyfriend, and you can’t stop thinking about the new boy in town.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC, Steve Harrington/OFC

A/N: When I say that Teddi is gonna be risking it all this fic I mean it. Our girl is about to get us all real stressed out from her on out.

Hopper had let Teddi drink on a few occasions. It was only ever beer. On her sixteenth birthday he had taught her how to shotgun a can and told her that if anyone ever asked where she’d learned it it hadn’t been from him. Tonight though, the two of them sitting on the couch, Hopper grabbed two tiny glasses and filled each of them half way full with some whiskey. Teddi was clutching onto her glass, unable to make herself stop crying completely. Hopper was patient while he waited for her to speak. He just sat there beside her, waiting until she was ready.

“...I don’t think I want to be with Steve anymore.” she finally said.

Hopper tensed a little. “Did he-”

Teddi shook her head, sniffing loudly. “He didn’t do anything. That’s part of the problem. He’s like...totally amazing. Like, he brought up all of the marriage and kid stuff and I don’t want that with him. I mean, I might not want it with anyone. But I don’t want it with him,” she took a drink, the alcohol helping her get her true feelings out. “When I kiss him it’s like...ugh, I don’t know. Like kissing my brother or something. I’d rather kiss Heather, and I don’t even know if I like girls.”

Hopper sat there on the couch, his mouth slightly open, blinking wildly. He drank the rest of his whiskey, pouring more into his glass. “Okay...there’s a lot for me to unpack there,” he said with a heavy sigh. “The simplest answer I can give you...break up with the guy.”

Of course Teddi knew that. Heather had already told her that. She had told herself the same thing even. But it wasn’t that simple. “I can’t do that. I don’t wanna hurt him.” Teddi groaned, sinking in her seat.

“And you think pretending to like him is gonna spare his feelings?” of course it wouldn’t. Teddi would just be stuck in a miserable position until she snapped and she hurt Steve even more than she would now.

Teddi sighed, taking another drink. “Can’t you just like...make yourself love someone again?”

Hopper chuckled. “Trust me, kid, it’s not possible. Things would be a hell of a lot easier if you could,” he grumbled. “Alright, I’m gonna tell you something that might sound a little...conflicting here, but you need to start being a little more selfish,” Teddi raised an eyebrow. “You’ve always put everyone else before yourself, Teddi. Don’t get me wrong, I love it about you. You know how proud I am of you and El and how selfless you two are. But look at you. You’re making yourself miserable to spare someone’s feelings. Steve’ll be fine. You’re still kids. He’s got plenty of time to find someone else. You both do.”

Teddi chewed on her bottom lip. She was gonna have to bite the bullet and end things with Steve. It was what was best for the best of them. She decided against bringing Billy up with Hopper. That was a completely different issue that she would have to deal with on her own. Not to mention it might actually cause Hopper to have a stroke. “...Thanks, dad. You’re right. I should just break up with him.” she said with a heavy sigh.

Hopper smiled over at her, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “It’s no problem, kiddo. I’m sorry I’m not better at all this...boy talk.” he said with a chuckle.

Teddi smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re better at it than you think.”

Hopper’s proud grin was back. “Yeah? Huh...well, what do you say I find us some I Dream of Jeannie reruns? You loved watching her when you were a kid.” He picked up the remote, flipping through the channels.

“Sounds perfect.”

—-

The next morning Teddi wouldn’t get out of bed. She wouldn’t get out of bed when Hopper made her her breakfast of champions, a stack of eggos with strawberry jam and a Coke, or when he sent El in to ask if she was sick. He wondered if maybe she had called Steve after he’d gone to bed and ended things. He knew teenage girls tended to mope around after a breakup. Eventually Hop couldn’t stand it anymore. It was almost noon and Teddi hadn’t moved from her bed. So he called in the big guns.

“Teddi?” Hopper called softly, knocking on her door. “There’s someone here to see you.” Teddi didn’t answer.

“Don’t worry about it, chief. I got this,” Heather said, holding up her hand and shooing him away from the door. Hopper shot her an unsure look before letting out a grumble and heading for the couch. Heather slipped into Teddi’s room, shutting the door behind her. “God, Teddi, what happened?”

Teddi slowly sat up in her bed, making room for Heather. Heather wouldn’t tell her so, but Teddi looked truly pathetic. “I have to break up with Steve.” was all she said, looking at Heather with wide, sad eyes.

Heather rolled her eyes, scoffing loudly. “You mean you haven’t even done it yet? Have I ever told you how dramatic you are?”

“I can’t make myself yet!” Teddi groaned. “I feel like the worst person ever. He took me to the movies last night and everything was fine. Then we went back to his place...I couldn’t even make myself have sex with him. I ended up crying. God, Heather, I’m such an asshole.” she hid her face in her hands.

“You are not,” Heather huffed, pulling Teddi’s hands away from her face. “...Can I be honest? I’ve sort of been waiting for this to happen for a while,” Heather confessed. Teddi looked at her best friend with a confused frown. “I mean, it was fine in the beginning and everything. But you two have sorta grown into two completely different people now. And you just don’t like…” Heather stopped to think of the right way to word it.

“We don’t match?” Teddi asked with a sigh, repeating Billy’s words.

“Exactly! You don’t match. Steve’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but he’s...I mean, he’s nice.” she cringed a little as she said it. “He’s a sort of too much of a pushover for someone like you.” she explained.

Teddi let out a small laugh, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on her knee. “So you’re saying I should date Tommy H?” she joked.

Heather made a face. “Gross. No. Even if you and Tommy were the last two people on Earth. Demand a recount,” they both laughed. Heather tugged on Teddi’s arm lightly. “I think we should go out. Do something fun.” Heather suggested.

“I have to go to work-”

“I already called Freddy and told him you weren’t coming in. You’d just bum out the kids. And Steve isn’t supposed to be working today so that means we can go to the mall and put a nice dent in that nest egg of yours.”

Teddi laughed a little. She supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It had been awhile since she’d gone out for some retail therapy. Plus, it would probably be better than having Hopper hover outside of her room all day and she did need new clothes. “Fiiine. Just let me get dressed.” Teddi changed from her pajamas to a pair of black bike shorts and an old, dark red, plaid shirt she’d jacked from Hopper. She left it unbuttoned, tying the front of it in a knot and slipped on her boots.

Hopper pretended to be nonchalant as Teddi and Heather made their way through the living room and announced that they were going to the mall, but Teddi knew he was relieved to see her out of bed. Heather offered to drive. When she started the car, the radio came to life, playing I Feel Love by Donna Summer loudly. Teddi shut it off with an angry jab of her finger.

Heather smiled sheepishly. “...Sorry,”

The mall was packed like it always was on weekends. Heather took Teddi’s hand, pulling her through the crowds of people and towards the Gap. “Teddi, you have to try that on. It’s so you,” Heather came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the mannequins. It was a leopard print sundress that was the same jade green as Teddi’s eyes. Heather grabbed one of the dresses up to the rack, holding it up to Teddi. “You’d look so hot in it!” she assured her.

“...Alright fine,” Teddi said with a short laugh. “I’ll try it on,” she grabbed a few other things that had caught her eye before disappearing into one of the dressing rooms. She’d been slightly dreading this part of shopping. Her body was different now. Her clothes hadn’t been fitting as well as they once had. She felt almost embarrassed to look at herself once she had stripped down to her underwear. Everything had changed. Her hips were wider. Her butt and thighs. Her stomach no longer had that toned look that she’d gotten from working at the pool. Even her face seemed fuller. More round.

Teddi let out a loud sigh, trying on the sundress first. She took in her reflection for a moment before her shoulders slumped forward. “God, Heather. I look like friggin’ Shannon Tweed.” Teddi groaned, turning in a circle in front of the mirror. She wasn’t entirely sure if that was a bad thing or not.

“Let me see!” Heather said, pushing the curtain aside. “Whoa baby. Those puppies came from all that free ice cream Steve’s been giving you?”

Teddi blushed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t forget all the stress eating.” she mumbled.

Heather rolled her eyes, turning Teddi back to face the mirror. “Teddi, you look totally hot in this. You have to get it...maybe just throw a sweater over it or something before you leave the house though so your dad doesn’t like totally freak.”

Teddi laughed. She looked at her reflection, tilting her head slightly. Heather was right. She didn’t look bad. Just different. A good different. “I guess it doesn’t totally suck.” she finally agreed.

“Definitely doesn’t suck. God, what’s Harrington’s damage?” Heather asked. Teddi thought back to the night before and how she had covered herself up in front of Steve like she had been embarrassed of her new figure. Steve hadn’t said anything about how she looked now. Like he hadn’t noticed at all.

Teddi remembered the way that Billy had looked at her at the pool. Her cheeks burned just thinking about it.

“...I’m totally getting ice cream before we leave.” Heather muttered.

Between the two of them, Teddi was sure they had tried on everything in the Gap. The two girls ran from store to store, trying on new clothes and shoes, each time coming out with more bags than they had coming in with. Heather even bit her tongue long enough for Teddi to stop by the comic book shop.

The day out had definitely helped lift Teddi’s mood. She hadn’t thought about Steve at all for the last few hours. Even when they stopped into Scoops Ahoy so Heather could get a double scoop of USS Butterscotch. But like all good things, they must come to an end.

Teddi and Heather were walking past the bookstore when she spotted him. There was Billy; in his jeans that were like a second skin and a Def Leppard shirt. He had his arm around a girl that Teddi recognized. Her name was Mckenna. They’d had english together their senior year. She was a nice enough girl. The two of them were walking out of the movie theater, Billy seemed to be laughing at something Mckenna was saying.

“Oh no…” Heather mumbled beside her. As if he could sense Teddi watching him, Billy turned, their eyes locking. His smile faded into an almost annoyed expression as he walked by Teddi and Heather. “God, men suck.” Heather muttered.

Teddi let out a soft sigh. “Yeah…” she didn’t know what she had been expecting. She had a boyfriend. And Billy was an attractive guy. Of course he was gonna ask some other girl out instead of her. But that look he had given her. What the hell had that been about? The longer Teddi dwelled on it, the angrier she got.

Heather wrapped an arm around her best friend. “...You wanna go stress eat a giant cookie?” she asked carefully.

Teddi was silent for a moment before she nodded. “Yes please.”

—-

It wasn’t very often that Teddi closed at the pool. Usually she preferred the morning shifts (even though she was definitely not a morning person). But Freddy had called and sounded a little desperate, so she figured she’d take the shift. Late shifts at the pool were pretty easy to handle. There usually weren’t as many people around and all of the classes ended in the afternoon. The only downside was that she would be working with Billy. Of course she would be working with Billy.

When she had showed up for her shift he was perched up in the lifeguard’s chair. He gave her a short wave when he saw her. She ignored him. That was her game plan for the day. Ignoring Billy. It wouldn’t be too hard. She was already avoiding Steve in the hopes that he might break up with her so she wouldn’t have to do it herself. El had already promised to cover for Teddi in case he called home asking for her.

But now everyone was gone. The pool had officially closed about twenty minutes ago, and Teddi was walking around picking up the things people had left behind throughout the day to add to the lost and found. Billy was skimming a few leaves that had fallen into the water. The only light was coming from the pool, casting an eerie, blue green glow on the pair. Teddi was well aware that Billy was watching her.

She walked behind him, leaning over to pick up a pair of lone goggles under one of the loungers. “What’s your problem, Weird Girl?” he asked finally. Teddi jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned to him, shifting awkwardly under his gaze.

“I could ask you the same thing with the look you were giving me at the mall yesterday.” she spat, crossing her arms.

Billy raised his eyebrows, letting out a laugh. “The look I was giving you? You looked like you wanted me dead.” she supposed she couldn’t really argue there. She was sure she had started scowling when she saw Mckenna with him.

“...I have a lot of shit going on. I can’t be all smiles and rainbows all the time.” she argued.

“With Steve?” she hated the way that Billy said Steve’s name. Like it was some sort of joke she wasn’t in on.

“Not everything is about Steve, you know.” and while that was true, Billy had been right on the money. Teddi felt even more annoyed with him.

Billy fought a smile, leaning against the pool net in his hands. “Then how come your eyes glaze over every time I bring him up?” Teddi wanted to whack him with that pool net.

“They don’t,” she scoffed. “And what do you care anyways? Aren’t you going out with Mckenna now?”

Billy smirked slowly. “Jealous, Teddi?”

“No.”

“Sure seems like it.” he argued.

Teddi glared up at him. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

Billy laughed, almost like he couldn’t believe what Teddi had said. “Me? Sweetheart, you’re the infuriating one. You’re a tease.”

Teddi gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Billy let out a dry laugh, leaning in towards her. “Like you don’t know? You flirt right back with me and flash that little doe eyed look at me every time you’re around. You pull a guy in hook, line and sinker and then you rip it out from under him and start mentioning Steve. You think I’m gonna hang around waiting for you to dump his ass like some little lost puppy?”

Teddi couldn’t argue with him. She did flirt with him. She returned the looks he gave her. And she was with Steve through all of this. Maybe it was childish of her, but Teddi hated it when people proved her wrong. She always had. Hopper had said she was a bit of a sore loser.

So she reached out, her hands pressing hard against Billy’s bare chest, and shoved him into the pool. It really did make her feel a little better. Billy pushed back up to the surface, glaring up at Teddi and wiping his face. She smiled down at him, her hands on her hips.

“What are you, five?” he spat.

“No. But that felt really good,” she said with a laugh. Teddi stepped forwards, reaching down for Billy’s hand to help pull him out of the water. That had been a mistake. Billy grabbed her wrist roughly, easily pulling her into the water with him. She screamed before she went under. Billy was laughing when she resurfaced. Teddi glared at him, spitting out the mouth full of water at him and pushing her hair out of his face. “Asshole.” she snapped.

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine, Weird Girl.” he teased, swimming closer to her.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” she asked with a huff.

“Because you like weird shit, and I want to.” he said evenly. Teddi rolled her eyes.

The two of them waded there in the water, neither moving to get out of the pool. Billy was closer now than he’d been before. Teddi would barely need to reach out to touch him. “...I didn’t like seeing you with Mckenna.” she finally confessed.

“I don’t like seeing you with Steve.”

Teddi let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “This is stupid. We barely know each other.” she said it more to herself than to Billy.

“Does it matter?” he asked. She supposed not.

Teddi swallowed thickly. “I think- I think I’m gonna break up with him.”

Billy smirked. “You think?”

“I am. I have to. I’m not in love with him anymore.” saying it out loud to Billy, Teddi realized that it was the right decision. For her and Steve. It probably helped that she could feel Billy’s hands just barely ghosting her sides.

“You’re giving me that look again, Teddi.” he said lowly.

“What look would that be?” Teddi asked quietly. She realized she was turning the pendant that Billy wore around his neck in her fingers. They didn’t look away from each other.

That wolf like grin was back. “Like you wanna kiss me but you’re too chicken shit to do it.” he teased.

Teddi wasn’t sure who made the first move. Maybe it had been her. Proving she wasn’t chicken shit. They kissed, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, with no intention of letting go any time soon.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington

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deanssweetheart23 · 5 years

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Happy New Year; my best wishes (and an explanation)

My dear friends and wonderful followers,

How are you all? I’ve missed you so, so much. I know I disappeared. Again. Without a warning this time. And for far too long. And I really am very sorry for going incommunicado out of the blue, and making people worry and not reading your beautiful words or posting any new stories, but, please let me tell you.

These past few months have been freaking wild.

Disclaimer: The story under the cut is long. Feel free to ignore it, but, please, let me tell you I am not leaving Tumblr and will write everything I have promised in time.

Now...

I’m a senior at college this year, so as you can understand, my college life is just one big project after the other. In the past two months, I had to submit four different papers, attend two different workshops as well as a bunch of make-up classes at widely inconvenient hours and I already have two more literary essays to work on along with a literary presentation on Jean Rhys. And because, obviously, I don’t know when or how to stop I am also currently attending eight different online classes because they seemed cool and I really wanted to add them to my CV *rolls eyes at herself*

I also doubled my hours at the gym. I followed a specific medical treatment that made me gain weight last year, and I’m trying to get my butt back into shape now that I’m meds free. And I love it. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a bumpy journey filled with burpees and hours spent on the treadmill (I literally run for an hour nonstop,even my CrossFit instructor is impressed, lol), and painful training sessions at CrossFit and Aerobics class, but it has paid off. I’m definitely getting back to my old self and I’ve made so many good friends over these past few months. It’s a win, isn’t it?

Next on the list: Driving lessons. I’ve been putting this off for a long time (I used to be terrified of getting behind a wheel, to be honest) and I started this September. Granted, my classes are done, but there’s been a strike for the past four months, so I can’t seat the practical exams to get my driving license. Talk about bad timing. *sigh* I think I have mostly forgotten everything I learnt. Anyway, I’m hoping the exams will open sometime in January and I will be able to schedule an examination sometime in April (because there are currently 50000 more people waiting for the exams to restart just like me). Keep your fingers crossed for me, wil you?

A lowkey crush (*spoiler alert* it didn’t end well but I honestly don’t even mind) and the never-ending preparations of traveling to the US because --guess what-- I am visiting my sunflower @trexrambling this April took a bunch of my time and energy (no regrets though, I get to hug Jess again *runs around in circles*)

And most importantly. I had to figure out what I’d do with my future. Like I said, I’m finishing off college this year, so I needed to think, long and hard, what direction I wanted to take with my master’s program and whether I’d travel abroad to study starting September 2019 or in 2020. After many anxiously sleepless nights and hours spent researching different academic programs, I think I have a concrete plan of what I will be doing next and I really, really love it. Wish me luck?

Still, as busy as these past few months have been, I am happier than I have been in a while.

I feel so active, so present in everything that is happening in my life and it’s just heartbreakingly beautiful. I know many of you know I went through a rough patch this autumn (I still can’t thank everyone who reached out enough), but I think I went through what I went through for a good reason. I’m doing good now, I’m going out a lot (I’m feeling such wanderlust, it’s ridiculous) and I smile and laugh even more than I used to. I’m more than okay with that.

However, I do miss writing. A lot.

So, no. I am not going away or giving up Tumblr or anything. I know lots of things have changed since the last time I posted here (Tumblr’s guidelines being one of them), but my intend to share my words with you is the same.

As promised, I will finish my series rewrite, Against All Odds (it’s actually written, I just have to make some small adjustions) and write the epilogue to Somewhere Only We Know.

I will write the AU about Italy that’s been in my mind forever. The college AU fake-dating fic based on Take My Hand will also happen as well, but I will have to adjust my outline since it can’t be a Christmas story anymore for *coughs* obvious reasons. Since these two stories will be long, these are my writing plans for now, but I have some more ideas I’m hoping I’ll be able to put into actual words eventually.

And, of course, I want to get back to reading your stories and interacting with all of you. All I’m asking you is to, please, be patient with me. It’s going to take me a while to balance everything, and I still might fall a little behind here, but I will be around. I can’t give up on you, guys.

Anyway. This is what I had to say. To the ones who read all of this, thank you. You have shown me so much love and appreciation and have given me so much joy over these past couple of years I could never, ever thank you enough.

Here’s to a brilliant,. healthy and wholesome 2019, filled with endless moments of pure joy, infinite happiness and unconditional love.

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breakdawn-avenue · 6 years

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episode 058: “The soul of a replica” oh boy, this episode wrecked me (and I’m still so mad that I had to adult before I could fully watch and make my screechings – and I mean screechings! and the screen shots @darkxyzduelist posted before killed me) buckle up, you wonderful people, because this might be the longest screechings I’ve ever made (because y’know, I’ve made many, many, many screen shots!)

what the heck!? I thought you knew the plan, you little brat!!

woah, woah, thin ice, Ai! but then again, just think about it: if the switch really did happen (and if the Hanoi Project really did succeed like @scratchface assumed) then having Yusaku as an AI is terrifying because not even Ai can tell the difference! (Ai: He’s not denying it! So Playmaker is the fake? *sob* Ai, for goodness sake! have faith in your Lost Baby!)

bad Ai! don’t you dare to betray your true Lost Baby so easily!

...I hate you

pfff, oi, oi, are you serious? I’m having a heavy flashback moment to this one:

(not as... “bad” and “evil” but still)

okay, Bowman’s anger is the reason the sky darkens. damn, what power... (kiiinnd of funny that even Playmaker and Ai react to it)

eeyy, hey! what kind of frigged up power does their shadow-y figure-leader has!? even he can copy Data Storm?! (in a friggin’ Master Duel, mind you! holy frigg’)

that was what I was asking! it’s 50/50 now if Ai tries to grant Playmaker to use his skill in Master Duels from now on (I mean, he might more than likely think about it, right?). I wonder if he can do it

...crap

o.O what?!

damn, that shadow-y figure is overpowered! goodness, the rules (if we can still talk about rules) are just getting more and more ridiculous!

damn it, Ai! stop that!

holy frigg’! you’ve found a way to corner and uncover his lie! yay!

yes, you can! ask him what’s your real name! end your misery with this! please!

aaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!! the screenshots weren’t fake! aaaaaaaAAAAAHHH!!! just look at that happy bean! my goodness, I can’t even...

oh, my God, dem’ babies! just look at them...

woah, one step at a time! you just met! you can’t already ask him on a date! (with this flashback [Yusaku has, at least one before the Hanoi Project!], it’s proven that they ‘knew’ each other even before the Hanoi Project!) *[1] *[2]

yes! (before you ask, yes – I’m spiteful now!)

lmao! I can’t believe our sweet, little Linkuriboh is the one to save Playmaker’s butt!

thank goodness

oi, Ai, you hypocrite!

ey, Haru, instead of sending Bowman, your so-called “brother”, how about you yourself start to take action, you brat? *[3] human! the real one! hurray! *celebrate* to be honest, I really feared that the writers might go this route (which is still possible! I didn’t forget! But it was clear from the beginning that it’s not Bowman). I wouldn’t really approve of this decision. yesterday, I had a very nice chat with @kurokunero , and we gushed and ranted one, about the spoilers for episode 59 + 60, two, about how much we both hate Dr. Kogami and everything he did [to both, the six Lost Babies as well as Ryoken himself] and three, Ryoken himself. as for the spoilers, and my not-approving the decision to make Yusaku an AI / copy of his true self, wouldn’t it only feel anti-climatic since we followed him since episode 1, but somehow also negate his right to wanting revenge, to be this socially awkward and having so much difficulty to form relationships (not only love-wise). he, and even as a protagonist of the show which is a very powerful move in my opinion, represents so many real life person. me including. doesn’t matter if they experienced such traumatic events in their life or not (because I didn’t, as far as I am aware), and it would even somehow feel insulting if they back down with it and say, like “Yusaku is awkward because he’s an AI”, and that “normal people” can’t be this socially awkward, unable to mingle, to be this closed-up. therapy can only do so much but if the person seeking help isn’t ready yet (because there are so many obstacles that are getting in the way), forcing someone to get better won’t work. never. I, personally, really adore having him as a protagonist, with every good character traits and flaws he possesses. *[1] before I had to adult, and seeing these wonderful screenshots @darkxyzduelist posted earlier, I had this crazy theory that Ryoken was even the one who picked the six Lost Babies. for whatever reason, I thought Dr. Kogami used him to seek good beginners. he may have not even said for what reason he should do it. but then again, all we saw up until now was that he was looking for Specter after the Hanoi Project. the second thought I had when Ryoken asked Yusaku out on a date to come over to play Duel Monsters was that if Dr. Kogami was home, living with Ryoken (and still with his mother?), he might have seen Yusaku there, saw that he was a good beginner and decided to use him for his godforsaken Hanoi Project. (to some extends, it was a little bit painful to see that these two knew each other before the Hanoi Project, and we didn’t know anything in season 1! aaaaAAAAHH) on a completely unrelated note, this episode was animated by the one and only Noh Gil-bo-sama, and it looked so effing beautiful *[2] on another unrelated note, why is Yusaku still calling Ryoken by his VRains-avatar? more so since they knew each other before the Hanoi Project. I can’t believe that the babies didn’t introduce themselves back then! (thinking about that, Ryoken introducing himself in episode 41 feels... off now) *[3] I have another crazy, possibly far-fetched theory since VRains taught us from the beginning always to think around the corner. for this, I don’t really have any “proves” (and thoughts that contradict this) but thoughts as to why this crazy idea Yusaku = AI / copy of the true Lost Baby even popped up in the first place. and I think it didn’t only happen to throw Playmaker off his game. what if the group’s shadow-y figure is the true Yusaku? wouldn’t that be rad? but then again, I really don’t have solid ground for that. one, that shadow-y figure is presented (most of all, his voice indicates this) as a grown man. Yusaku is only 16, and there’s no way that his voice sounds so much like this after the voice break (mind you, this is Reality Check-me again). two, if his goal was to throw off Playmaker in this duel, why didn’t he use the full knowledge (like his real name, Ryoken, him being the Special Person and teaching him the three-things-rule [I still don’t know if this is Ryoken’s doing or taught by Dr. Kogami in the end]). and three, how come he even does possess these information about the Hanoi Project in the first place? I cannot imagine that they were floating around Link VRains (while being rebuild into New Link VRains). either he has connections to SOL Technology, to Dr. Kogami / the Knights of Hanoi (then again, why would they even give these important information away?), or he’s a mighty hacker like Yusaku, Kusanagi and Ryoken. or because he’s Fujiki Yusaku himself. (preview! aaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!! ‘bout time you get your pretty little but back into the show, young man! and since we see Specter and Dr. Genome in real life, we might even get their real life names)

#yugioh vrains #episode 58 #my screechings #episode 58 screenshots #episode 21 screen shot #long post #(sorry mobile users)#vrains theories and speculations #holy frigg' that episode!#i might have enjoyed it more than others

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A New Beginning ( Part 16 )

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A smile pulled at Dean’s lips.

“ How? “

My hand went to the chain around my neck.

“ I thought that was gone. Wait a minute, where did you get that? “

“ Crowley found me when I was out tonight. “

“ So you remember everything? “

“ From the moment I met you, to the time I told you to leave. Dean I’m so sorry. “

“ What are you sorry for? “

I took in a shaky breath.

“ That wasn’t a dream last night. Amara did come to me, and told me she could take away the pain for losing you. It would be like I never met you. I was so messed up Dean, I just didn’t want to hurt anymore. “

I tried to keep myself together, but I was failing quickly.

“ Hey, Bex, it’s okay. I get it. None of that even matters. “

His eyes locked with mine.

“ I love you Dean. “

He moved in, kissed me passionately then put his forehead to mine.

“ I know. “ He whispered.

I pulled back and just looked at him. I never really knew how much I missed him until right now. Those green eyes that I got lost in every time I looked into them. Those cheeks, the scruff on his jaw and that smile that made my heart skip a beat. It was instant calmness. A soft smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“ What? “

“ Just the way you’re looking at me. I’ve missed that. “

I couldn’t help but smile when he did.

“ So we should tell Sam so he doesn’t hurt himself trying to figure out how to help. “

“ Can we wait until tomorrow? “ I asked.

He shook his head then kissed me softly, yet with so much passion. He took my hand and we went upstairs into my room. After he closed the door behind us, I wrapped my arms around his neck and just held him. His big arms didn’t hesitate to wrap around me waist and hold me like he was never going to see me again. I took in a deep breath, and just like always, the smell of him made me feel so calm and safe. That night all we did was lay in each other’s arms until we fell asleep. The next morning we woke up to Sam knocking on my door.

“ Bec, come on we gotta get on the road. “

He stopped when he seen Dean’s arms around me.

“ What do we have here? “He smirked.

We got up and I smiled at Sam as my hand went to the necklace.

“ Where did you get that? “

“ Crowley. “ Dean said.

“ Crowley? “ Sam raised an eyebrow.

“ Yeah and when I came home and see him, it all came back to Sam. “

“ Good, but we still gotta get our butts on the road. I found us a case in New Orleans. “

Dean ran his hand over the scruff on his face as he got to his feet.

“ What’s up? “

“ I’m thinking it’s a wearwolf, but not positive. “

“ Alright, I’m gonna grab a quick shower. “

I smiled softly at Dean then went into the bathroom while the guys went downstairs, had some coffee and went over the case. As Dean read over the files, Sam just smiled.

“ What? “ He asked, closing the computer.

“ I’m just glad things are back to normal. “

“ It’s getting there. “

I got dressed packed my last bag then just stood in the doorway and looked into my room. I was going to miss this place. There were so many memories, even just in this room. I threw my bag over my shoulder, let out a breath then joined the boys in the living room. When I seen the brothers sitting on the couch, I couldn’t help but smile. I dropped my bags at the front door and the boys looked over.

“ Are we hitting the road or not? “ I smirked.

They got their bags, then Sam locked the door and let out a breath.

“ I’m gonna miss it too. “ I stood beside him on the porch.

I kissed his cheek then headed for the garage.

“ Where are you going? “ Dean asked.

“ You think I was going to leave my baby behind? “ I smirked, opening the garage door.

“ You guys can ride together. I have to make a pit stop before we hit New Orleans. “

“ What pit stop? “ Dean asked.

I pulled up next to him, revving the engine.

“ Don’t worry, you won’t even notice I’m gone. I’ll meet you guys at the Torres Hotel. I’ve already got us a room. “

“ Bec, I dunno if I feel right about you going around there by yourself. “ Sam said, leaning around Dean from inside the car.

“ Sam, I lived in New Orleans for 4 years, I know that place like the back of my hand. I’ll see you guys there. “

I smiled, revved the engine again then sped out of the driveway. Sam shook his head, as Dean started up baby then hit the highway.

“ I always forget that she was a hunter before we met her. “ Sam said.

“ Yeah, I know. “

I was about two hours from New Orleans, when I pulled up to an old brick house and knocked on the door. There was one person I always went to, when hunting wearwolves and vamp.

“ Rebecca. “ Jade said, surprised.

“ I’m heading to New Orleans, pretty sure it’s wolves, you coming? “

“ What no explanation on where the hell you’ve been for the past two years? “

“ I will tell you everything when we hit the road. “ I got back into my car.

Jade shook her head, packed a bag real quick, then hopped into the car. I smiled at her. I had missed her. I hadn’t seen her in about 6 years.

“ Alright, get explaining “

I told her everything that had happened in the past two years as we made our way to New Orleans.

“ So you finally walked away. That only took you how long. “

“ Yeah, I know, I wasn’t ready until then, and honestly towards the end, it felt like I was living someone else’s life. I’m a hunter, plain and simple. “

The boys checked into the hotel and noticed there were three beds. Sam looked at Dean.

“ What did you do? “

Dean threw his bag at him.

“ Nothing. “

Sam laughed, then took our his laptop and went over the case. I heard my phone right, right as I pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“ Where are you? “ Sam asked.

“ I had to pick something up, I’m just pulling up now, be up in a minute. “ I ended the call.

“ So I’m finally going to meet these friggin Winchester brother that everyone talks about. “ Jade said, throwing me my bag from the trunk, and putting her over her shoulder.

“ Which one is single? “ Jade laughed as we went into the hotel.

“ Really, you haven’t even seen them yet. What if they aren’t your type. “

“ You find them attractive right? “

“ Yes. “ I laughed.

“ Then I trust your judgement. “

I shook my head, knocked then opened the door. Sam looked up from his computer when I came inside.

“ Finally made it. Everything go good with your pit stop? “ Sam asked.

I smiled as Jade came in and shut the door behind her.

“ It went just as planned. “ I tossed my bag on the closet bed.

Sam shut his laptop, got to his feet and looked at Jade. She looked him up and down with a smirk of hers.

“ Tall, great hair, puppy dog eyes, Sam right. “

Sam looked at me and I let out a laugh.

“ And you are? “

“ Jade. “

“ Wait, the famous Jade Bex always talks to. “

I grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed her one. The bathroom door opened and I took in a breath when Dean came out with jogging pants and his shirt in hand. Dean noticed us and smiled.

“ Who do we have here? “ He pulled on his shirt.

“ Dean, this is Jade. “

“ Finally get to put a face to the name. “

“ Same here. Jade said taking a drink of her beer.

Sam looked at Jade.

“ Not to be rude, but what is she doing here? “ He asked me.

“ She’s here because, before you guys I never hunted wolves or vamps without this girl. Like I said, she is the best tracker a hunter can know. They are what she does best. “

“ Alright, well the last vic was found three days ago. “ Sam opened his computer and read the last vics report.

“ Everything in tact, but the heart was missing. “

“ Wolfy enough to me. “ Jade leaned over Sam’s shoulder to look for herself.

“ But this is where it gets weird. “ Dean said.

“ The first vic was completely different. She was found neck ripped wide open and all of her blood drained. “

“ Vampire. “

I took a drink of my beer than sat on the counter next to where Dean was standing.

“ It looks like we are dealing with two kinds of monsters. “ I said.

“ Or a shape shifter. “ Sam pointed out.

“ Well we pack for everything just to be prepared. “ I hopped off the counter.

“ Why don’t you guys hit the police station and Jade and I will check out the last murder scene. “ I grabbed my bag and went into one of the bathrooms.

“ She always been that bossy? “ Dean smirked,

“ Yeah, a peach ain’t she. “ Jade finished off her beer.

“ She’s not half bad. “

Sam watched Jade grab her bad and went into the other bathroom. Sam felt like her had met her somewhere before, but couldn’t put his finger on it.

“ Suit up Sammy. “

“ Yeah, yeah. “

After changing, I came out just as Dean was about to knock on the door. He looked me up and down.

“ What? “

“ This is a good look for you. “

I shook my head when he went into the bathroom.

“ It’s good to have him back. “

“ Yeah it is. “ Sam agreed.

Sam’s attention went to Jade when she came back into the room. She had her black skirt suit on with her black pumps. She had half of her long black hair, pulled back and set it off with red lips.

“‘ Alright, you got everything in your trunk. “

“ She’s fully stocked. I’m gonna go double check just to be sure. “

I grabbed our bags, then went to check that we had everything.

Jade was sitting down while Sam was having issues with his tie. She let out a laugh, walking over to him.

“ You don’t do this much do you? “ She fixed the knot in his tie.

“ Actually I do, that’s the sad thing. I never liked these damn things. “ Sam laughed.

She tightened it, stepped back at looked at him.

“ There, perfect. “

Sam met her eyes and took in a breath. He smiled, and pulled on his jacket.

“ Thanks. “

“ Ready? “ Dean asked buttoning up his jacket as he came out of the bathroom.

“ Yeah. “

I smiled when they came out all suited up. I loved Dean in a suit.

“ Alright, let’s go. “

“ I’ll call if we find anything. “ Dean said.

Jade and I got into the car and hit the road. The moment we stepped out of my car at the French Quarter, my hunter’s instinct was going crazy.

“ Do you feel that? “ I asked.

“ Sure do. “

I knocked on the big double door. My hand twitched when the door opened and short woman, with long blonde hair and brown eyes stood there.

“ Can I help you? “

“ I’m detective Full and this is Scot. ‘ I said when we pulled out our badges.

“ What are the FEDS doing here? “ She asked.

“ We are here to talk about the murder that happened her about two weeks ago. “

The woman looked at us for a second, then smirked.

“ You’re hunters. “

I glanced at Jade.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about. “ Jade spoke.

The woman let out a sigh, then with a blink of an eyes, her eyes went pitch red and black lines faded in and out underneath the, Jade and I backed up and instantly went for our guns.

“ You don’t need to do that. I’m not going to hurt you. “

Her eyes went back to normal.

“ The names Mack. You want to talk about the murder, then let’s talk. “

“ What are you? “

Mack let out a little laugh.

“ You’re hunters, but have never seen a Vampire? “

“ Vamps don’t get those lines. “

“ The old ones do. Come in and I’ll get us a drink. “ She left the door opened as she went into the kitchen.

“ Should we take her out? “ I asked.

“ Not yet, she’s got my attention, we might be able to get some information out of her. “ Jade said walking past me into the house, and I followed behind her.

When we got into the kitchen Mack passed us a beer. We got all the info we needed then headed back to the hotel.

“ Bex, what’s the scoop? “

“ Well it was a vamp. “

“ Okay, did you gank it? “

“ That’s the thing..Dean the whole damn Quarter was filled with them. Even with you and Sam, we’re out numbered.”

Dean ran his fingers through his hair and passed the phone to Sam.

“ Becca we ca handle this we take out the vamps then the wolves. “

“ I don’t know Sam, what if we call in some other hunters. “ Jade said.

“ We don’t have time to get anyone else here, plus we don’t need them, we’ve taken out more. Meet us at the hotel. “ Dean ended the call.

“ I don’t think this is a good idea Becca. “

“ You’ve never hunted with them Jay, they are capable of more than you could imagine. Just trust me okay? “

She hesitated.

“ Fine. “

Dean tossed his phone on the bed and let out a breath.

“ Alright, so what’s the plan? “Dean asked.

Sam thought for a second.

“ Well we know that there are at least four wolves and god knows how many vamps. It’s gonna cause a stir when we take out the vamps, so we need to split up and take them out at the same time. “

“ Alright, I’ll take the wolves and you and the girls can take the vamps. “ Dean said, popping a top of a beer bottle.

“ You can’t take 4 wolves by yourself Dean. “

Right then Sam had an idea.

“ Have you heard from Cas? “

Dean took a long drink.

“ Not since the day I got topside. “

Sam took out his phone and called him.

“ Sam. “ Castiel answered.

“ We are in a jam and could use. “

Before he could finish his sentence Cas was standing my the window.

“ You need my help with something? “

“ We’ve got a double hitter, vamps and wolves. “

“ What’s the plan? “

“ You and I take the wolves Dean and the girls can take the vamps. “

“ Okay, but what girls are you talking about? “

I smiled when I came into the room and seen Cas.

“ Hey Cas. “

He smiled.

“ Who’s this handsome devil? “ Jade asked.

“ Angel. “ Castiel said.

“ What? “

“ I’m an Angel not the devil. “

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“ Jade this is the Angel Castiel. Cas this is Jade. “

“ Cas and I will take the wolves and you guys take the vamps. “ Dea loaded his favorite gun with silver bullets.

Sam looked at his brother.

“ Dean, there’s more vamps than wolves, Cas and I can put bullets in their heads, then come help you guys. What’s the big deal? “

Deann took a breath then tossed his gun on the table beside Sam.

“ Fine. “

Dean glanced at me and Jade.

“ Meet me in the car in five. “ He started to pack his bag.

What the hell was going on with him? When we made his way to the bathroom, I looked at Sam.

“ What’s up with him? “

“ I dunno. “

“ I’ll go grab the stuff from the trunk. “ Jade said heading out the door.

I leaned against the table.

“ Alright, so you and Cas do what you do and then meet us in the French Quarter. “

“ Do you have any idea how many there are? “ Castiel asked.

“ No. There was at least ten alone in the Quarter, but I’m sure that wasn’t all of them. “

“ Just make sure you stick close to Dean okay, both of you. “ Sam said getting protective.

“ We will be fine Sam. “

I stood up and looked at Cas.

“ Make sure you keep a good eye on this one. “ I smirked.

“ Of course. “

“ Be careful. “ I said, closing the door behind me.

I walked over to the trunk of my car and Jade passed me my bag.

“ This is your first case back, isn’t it. “ Jade closed the door with a thud.

“ Yeah. “ I said, just realizing that.

“ This is big Becca, are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean you have been out of the hunt for two years. “

“ I’ll be fine Jade, where’s your faith. “ I laughed.

“ Alright. “

Dean came out of the bathroom, jacket on boots laced up and his bag over his shoulder.

“ Dean. “ Sam called out before he hit the door.

“ Be careful. “

“ Yup. “

Sam let out a fish when he closed the door.

“ Something’s not right with him Cas. We need to take out these wolves asap. “

When I knocked on the door Mack answered.

“ Offices. “ She mirked.

When Dean seen those eyes, memories hit him.

“ Mackenzie. “ He said, taken back.

“ Dean. “ She said, just as surprised.

“ You two know each other? “ Jade pointed out.

“ I hunter with her years ago. “

“ He helped me track the guy who’s been making such a mess. “

“ Jason? “Dean asked.

“ Yeah, he;s been back in town for about three months now and he’s finally lost it. We gotta take him out. “

Dean remembered something that she once told him.

“ If we take him out, you go to. “

Jade and I just looked at each other.

“ Someone wanna fill us in? “ I said.

“ These are a different type of vampire than we are used to dealing with. Jason is an Original. If we kill him, we kill his whole blood line. “

“ You’re part of his bloodline? “

“ Yeah. “

Mackenzie looked at Dean.

“It’s gotta be done Dean. “

Dean looked at her for a second.

“ Where is he? “

“ Upstairs but he’s not alone. “

“ Yeah, well neither are we. “ I pushed passed them.

Mackenzie let out a breath as Jade and I walked passed her then looked at Dean. He hesitated then followed us upstairs, Mackenzie right behind him. The moment I busted into the big room, it was chaos. I took off some heads, Jade took off some and when I turned to Dean I seen this look in his eyes, that sent a shiver down my back. He had already taken out seven without blinking an eye. There were only a few left standing, the ones who were no harm to anyone. We had planned on just leaving them, but it a split second, Dean started chopping heads again.

“ Dean! Dean, that’s enough. : I yelled.

It was like he couldn’t hear a word I was saying. He kept swinging until they were all dead. He turned and locked eyes with me, his hands shaking.

“ Drop the knife Dean. “ I said calmly.

He just looked at me, as he steadied his breath but he didn’t drop it.

“ Drop the knife. “ I repeated.

He looked around the blood painted room, bodies everywhere then immediately dropped the knife. Jade looked at me then back at Dean.

“ Are you okay? “ She asked.

Dean pulled himself together.

“ Yeah, I’m fine. “

“ Why did you kill them? “

“ Because they were monsters Bex. “

“ They were the good guys Dean. You knew them, hunted with them. “

Before he could respond, Cas and Sam ran into the room. They both looked around then at us.

“ Seems like you didn’t even need us. “ Sam pointed out.

Dean looked at me and wiped the blood from his face. What was going on with him?

“ So what now? “ Jade asked.

“ You guys go back to the hotel, I’ll take care of this. “ Castiel said.

Sam looked at Cas.

“ Go. “

Dean took one last look at the red room, then left. Jade looked at me, I shook my head for her to go. When she left I looked at Sam.

“ What is going on with him Sam? “

“ What do you mean? “

“ This. “ I said looking around the room.

“ This was pretty much all him. He was taking them out left and right. I yelled at him to stop, but it’s like he couldn’t even hear me. “

Sam got a bad feeling in his stomach and looked at Castiel.

“ What? “

He hesitated then spoke.

“ There was only one other time that he was like this. “

“ And that was? “

“ When he had the mark of Cain. “ Cas answered.I ran my hand over my head.

“ You guys got rid of that, when you freed Amara. “

“ Maybe when Dean killed her it came back, I don’t know. “

“ Well someone has to talk to him. “

“ I will. “ Sam said.

“ We just got him back Sam, I’m letting him go that easy. “ I said leaving the room.

“ Go, I will check in later. “

Sam nodded then went to talk to Dean, but I stopped him.

“ Take Jade with you, I want to talk to him. “

“ Bec, you don’t know this Dean. If this is the mark, he’s not in his right mind. “

“ I’ll take my chances. “

Sam watched as I walked over and got into the car with Dean and speed off. Jade ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“ Is he going to be okay? “

“ I don’t know. Come on, I’ll buy you a beer. We can give her some time to talk to him. Sam said, opening the car door for her. Sam got in, pulled onto the r oad and went to the nearest bar.

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SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

September 28, 2021

“THE CHINESE DID IT” — GOV. COX ON AIR POLLUTION

Yeah, yeah, we have bad air. But you can't blame it all on polluters here in Utah — oh no. Smart people know that no matter what, you can always blame someone else. And it's true again — those nice folks at the Utah Petroleum Association and the Utah Mining Association hired consultants who figured out that a significant portion of ozone pollution along the Wasatch Front blows in from China. That's big because in 2018 the EPA found that Salt Lake, Davis, Weber and Tooele counties did not meet federal ozone standards (as in poisonous air). In December, the Guv and the brain-trust of the state Republican Party sent a letter to the feds explaining, like you would to a six-year-old, that it wasn't our fault Utah's air the is so crappy. But oops, there was a snafu — the Utah Division of Air Quality (DEQ) said it could find no evidence of “significant international transport” of pollutants. Damn their eyes. Didn't they get the friggin' memo? Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat. A plan was hatched to suck the DEQ into the Dept. of Natural Resources (which oversees mining and petroleum) and would, in effect, put the fox in charge of the hen house. It hasn't happened yet, but it is in keeping with our culture. What's more important, clean air or money?

10 REASONS WHY THE GOP THINKS DEMOCRACY SUCKS

1 – It's just such a hassle.

2 – Majority rule doesn't work well with Trumpism.

3 – There are certain people who are the wrong color to vote.

4 – The Koch brothers and the De Vos family aren't really into it.

5 – Most people don't know what's good for them, anyway.

6 – Mike Lee told us the U.S. isn't really a democracy.

7 – There really is no need for Democrats or a middle class.

8 – The nation would be better off if Trump were president for life.

9 – Protests for women's rights and Black Lives Matter are un-American.

10 – Presidential debates are stupid — Don Jr. would inherit the thrown

MIKE LEE: THE BIG LIE IS A BIG LIE — BUT DON'T TELL

Oops, someone got caught with his trousers down and his big, butt crack showing. Utah Sen. Mike Lee knew the Big Lie was a Big Lie, according to a new book, “Peril,” by Bob Woodward and Robert Costa, but when the brown stuff hit the blades Lee was hiding under his desk.” According to “Peril,” both Lee and South Carolina Sen. Lindsey Graham got tutorials from Trump advisors that purported to prove Trump's victory. But both senators, who are big Trump supports, called it bunk. Biden had, indeed, won. But as the storm gathered over the nation's Capitol leading up to Jan. 6, Lee and Graham said nothing publicly. After the failed insurrection, Lee even went on Fox News to say Trump deserved a “mulligan,” for the failed coup. Trump's blustery Jan. 6 speech included a litany of alleged stolen elections in swing states and ended this way: “And we fight. We fight like hell. And if you don't fight like hell, you're not going to have a country anymore... So we're going to, we're going to walk down Pennsylvania Avenue... We're going to try and give our Republicans the kind of pride and boldness that they need to take back our country,” he said of his insistence that Biden's victory not be certified. Mulligan? Right. Mike Lee is a true American hero.

Post script — That's it for another week here at Smart Bomb, where we keep track of Majorie Taylor Greene so you don't have to. The crazed gun-rights advocate comes from the Georgia hill country, where cooking meth replaced the good, old bootleg white lightning. Some say she suffers from fetal alcohol syndrome — or maybe she was bitten by a rabid bat. Onward and upward: The U of U's Runnin' Utes finally won a football game Saturday and later that evening sophomore cornerback Aaron Lowe was shot and killed at a party. WTF. Gun rights? “[T]he right of shitheads to shoot people shall not be infringed.” How about freedom from getting killed at a stupid party. Quiz time: who is Blake Moore? No, he did not star with Bo Derek in the movie “Ten.” He's the representative from Utah's First Congressional District. So check this: Liz Cheney, the Beelzebub of the GOP, will hold a fundraiser for Moore — one of only four House Republicans who refused to strip her from leadership after she voted to impeach Trump. Covid or not, face coverings are recommended. And speaking of Beelzebub, members of the Satanic Temple protested at the Utah Capitol demanding the legislature not outlaw abortion. If they can't sway Mormon lawmakers, who can.

Hey Wilson, have you and the guys in the band been to the Satanic Temple lately? No, not the Nightmare on 13th Halloween haunted house. Never mind. Historically, the Satanists were organized to rebel against repressive Christian groups and say they don't necessarily imply evil intentions. So guys, how about a little sympathy for the Devil:

Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste

(Sympathy For The Devil — Rolling Stones)

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Aureate

Pairings: None

Genre/Warnings: None

Word Count: ~11,500

- Summary: Goldie and her brother are about to pull off the biggest theft in modern history: a sliver of vibranium from Captain America’s shield.

Note: Chapter 5 of 12. Click HERE for Chapter 6!

I needed air. The smell of nerds was giving me a headache.

Don’t get me wrong, it was kinda cool, seeing all the dorks being excited about whatever the hell they were talking about. It was my fifth grade science fair on steroids- flying things and wires and all sorts of dangerous stuff accented by bright colored poster board. Maddie was over the freaking moon; it was like she won the lottery. She was talking a mile a minute as she set stuff up, pointing out what I could touch without breaking it and her setting up the rest, trying to explain to me what exactly she had made. Something about magnets, maybe? I don’t really know. I love her, but I don’t usually understand a word out of her mouth.

I told Maddie I was going to the bathroom- I don’t think she heard me, she was busy tinkering with a switchboard- but I slipped out a side door and walked around a little until I found a metal fire escape on the back of the building. Sat down, lit a cigarette I had smuggled in. The quiet was nice, even with the car alarms in the distance. The building was brick so there was a nice damper between me and all the conductive metal and crap that was firing in the fair hall-

“You look a little young to be smoking.”

I wasn’t even going to look up, just tell whoever it was to piss off, but the gigantic shadow the dude cast as he stood over me kinda made me think that wasn’t a good idea.

“Look, dude, I-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you what to do.” The guy chuckled. “I’m not your ma. Just figured you should know they found out they cause cancer now.”

What the- “Uh, I’ll keep that in mind…”

“Steve.”

Holy shit.

“Yeah.” I took another drag to cover how startled I was. Captain friggin America was standing right in front of me. I didn’t even have to chase him down or sneak somewhere or nothing. Was I usually this lucky? “I know.” He stood there looking at me for a few seconds. I pulled out another cig. “Want one?”

“Um, no, thank you.” He smiled a little at that. “Can’t afford to. But I’ll take a seat if you don’t mind.”

I waved my hand indicating that he could, and he sat down in the dirt, leaning up against the bars of the railing like he was lounging on a beach. “Captain America can’t afford to smoke?” He didn’t have his uniform on, obviously, but he’d probably brought it for the photo thing, right? Just needed to figure out how to ask without seeming incredibly obvious…

He laughed a little. “Asthma. Force of habit.”

“Captain America has asthma?”

“No, I-” he sighed, and shook his head. “Never mind. It’s a long story.”

“Hm.” I blew out a trail of smoke. If I was a giant shiny shield, where would I hide? “Sounds complicated.”

“A little.” He turned his head to look at me. “You one of the contestants?”

“God, no. My sister’s in there doing her science shit, I was just promised free food.”

“Language.”

“I-” okay. This guy was nothing like I imagined. I kinda liked that though. “-sorry?”

He shrugged. Opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then closed it. Opened it again. “Forgive me if this sounds strange, but are you from Brooklyn? The accent…”

Oh, crap, wasn’t he from Brooklyn? I could work with this. “Depends on who’s asking. If you’re a Dodgers’ fan, the answer is yes. If you’re a Giants’ fan, the answer is hell yes.” I paused. “S’cuse the language, of course.”

That got a real laugh. It was a nice sound. A little of the tension went out of his shoulders. “I think I can give you a pass on that one.”

“You’re from Brooklyn, right?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “I think I learned about it in history class or something.”

“Yeah. Me and my friend both.” His voice was… sad. I guess I would be too, if my best friend had died in the nineteen whatevers. Still, I figured if I could keep him talking, maybe I could get somewhere.

“No siblings then? Lucky you. I got three, and I hate all of them. Except Benny, he’s too young to hate. I’ll give him a few years.”

“That sounds like something Buck would’ve said.” The smile was obvious in his voice. “He had a bunch of siblings too.”

“Yeah?” I put the cigarette out in the dirt, then put the rest of it back in my pocket so Captain America wouldn’t chop my head off for littering. “Bet he was a pain in the as- pain in the butt, then.”

“One hundred percent, you better believe it.” He turned all the way around to face me now, and I could get a good look at him. T-shirt, motorcycle jacket, nothing flashy. Big shiny swoop of blonde hair that looked just about the same as it did on television. His eyes were nicer though. Like he was an actual person. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I asked your name..?”

“Goldie.”

“Interesting name.”

“Nickname. Real name’s Ellie.” It felt strange coming out of my mouth. I held up the fingers that held a couple rings on each one. “But I like shiny things, so… the nickname stuck.”

“And your sister’s name?”

“Madison, but, Maddie.”

“Maddie, Goldie, Benny…”

“And Jordan. But we call him Jordie. We might as well start a band.”

There was a warm look on his face, like I was his best friend’s long lost sibling or something. Bingo. “Steve, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, shoot.”

“So, my little brother, he’s a big fan of you.” I gave him my best good-girl-little-sister smile. “And he was all excited when I said I would get to meet you. My older brother Jordie though, he didn’t think we’d meet anyone, just some PR person, you know?” I took a breath. “So I made him a bet.”

“And I’m assuming he took it.”

“Yup.” I gnawed my lip, trying to think of where to go next. “I bet him a whole month’s worth of chores too, so…”

Steve gave a low whistle. “I’m thinking you better come through on this one.”

“Well, that’s where you come in.” Another arched eyebrow, but this time he looked amused. “You see, I kinda promised him I could get a photo holding Captain America’s shield…”

“Did you now.”

This was all a freaking lie and the teasing in his voice still made me nervous, Christ. “Yeah. And I was just sitting here thinking about how I was going to manage that…”

The Captain stood, abruptly, brushing the dirt off his pants. He held out a hand to me and I took it, letting him help me up. “Never let it be said I didn’t help the underdog.” He winked at me. “I think I might be able to help you out here.”

Note: I literally just googled “dodgers baseball rivals”. I don’t do sports. So if that’s wrong please let me know and I’ll correct it.

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#Gotham "Light the Wick" S3 Ep 18 Spoilers, recap, and review

Okay, kiddos, a bunch of stuff happened in this episode, so let’s get right down to it.

We open seeing Nathan Barnes (Michael Chiklis) being taken away from Arkham by several Court members. We also see Jervis Tetch (Benedict Samuel) take a peek at the action unfolding.

We see that Ivy (Maggie Geha) has gotten word about Selina’s (Camren Bicandova), um, “injuries,” and she goes to visit her in the hospital. It’s very easy for her to get information about Selina’s condition from the staff. One of the nurses says that it’s most likely that Selina will not make it out of her coma, much less recover. Ivy dismisses her and swears to Selina that she will heal her, even if it means using unconventional methods. (That mostly means plants, plants, and more plants).

So guess whaaaaaaat? Using a “break in case of emergency” kind of herb on Selina worked. However, she remembered why she was in the hospital in the first place: Five. Selina hurries out of the hospital to warn Alfred and to kill Five. So…. I guess Selina is gonna be okay? Okay….sure. Fine.

At the GCPD, we *groan* see Lee give a ruling on Frank’s death: Homicide.

Hey, guys! Guess what? Lee (Morena Baccarin) is still in her little struggle to hurt Jim! And get this: She believes that Jim killed Frank and she wants him to be investigated! I know, shocker, huh? Of course, Harvey, (Donal Logue), tries to talk her down from her attack. She’s not crazy; she’s just in pain and angry at Jim. She does have the right to be suspicious about Jim and Harvey covering something up, but she has completely convinced herself that Jim is up to all things that are bad…..*groans*.

Before heading out, Jim (Ben McKenzie) has a little run it with Oswald (Robin Lord Taylor) and Firefly (Camila Perez). Oswald inquires information on Edward Nygma’s whereabouts since Jim was the last person he most likely spoke to and because Edward “escaped” his custody. Since they’re such good friends, Oswald lends Jim a phone with only his number on it in case Jim changes his mind about telling Oz about the Court and Edward.

Meanwhile, Jim does a little snooping in Kathryn’s (Leslie Hendrix) house and finds a nifty little card key with the name ‘Wayne’ on the label. With some collaboration with Harvey and Lucius Fox (Chris Chalk), they figure out exactly where that card key goes.

Harvey and Jim end up going to this freaky looking warehouse lab sort of place where they see a big, bloody, mess. They see this guy come out, covered in blood, and Jim and Harvey are quick to pull out the handcuffs. Unfortunately, the guy starts to get more and more emotional and animal-like. He pounces on Jim and Harvey and they have a quick fight scene. The guy appears to be too much for them until someone pushes a sedative into the guy’s neck. That man was…………Dr. Hugo friggin’ Strange! (B.D. Wong)

Strange explains how he is being held by the court to create and remodify the Tetch virus. Basically, the virus originally would infect people through contact. Now Dr. Strange has made it more of an airborne virus.

Kathryn gives Gordon a call as to Jim’s “curiosity” about the weapon that the Court wants to use on Gotham. Since Jim has proven his loyalty, Kathryn invites him to a Gotham socialite’s birthday party where she plans to do a test on them with the Tetch virus. As soon as Kathryn leaves Gordon alone with a single Talon, he discreetly calls Oswald to come over and then Jim and the Talon proceed to beat the mess out of each other.

Firefly gets the last word in when she torches the Talon and he falls out of a window and right in the middle of the party. It takes them a minute, but the guests and Jim eventually make it out before the pre-weapon is released.

Back at the GCPD, Lee is apparently giving her resignation. Jim tries to console her, but she lashes out at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Jim tells her off. He’s fine with Lee being mad at him about Mario, but he was going to killer because of the Tetch virus WHICH SHE HAS KNOWN ABOUT FOR THE LONGEST TIME NOW. Being a stupid, dumb-butt who’s been cornered, Lee tries to leave; but not before Jim burns her with her question about Jim: How can he just leave after everything that happened; apparently, Lee found a way.

Bruce’s training seems to be improving, but not that much when we see him fight a guy with sticks while being watched by the Shaman (Raymond J. Barry). The Shaman tells Bruce (David Mazouz) that when he defeats the opponent with sticks, he is free to go home. However, Bruce’s anger clouds his judgment and he keeps falling on his butt. The Shaman offers to relieve Bruce’s pain from his parent’s death with his magical acupuncture needles for Bruce to become stronger, but only if he chooses so. Of course, he accepts, and he manages to defeat his opponent and feels no anger, no rage. Bruce feels nothing as he fights. The Shaman feels that Bruce is worthy to go back home to Gotham.

Because Oz kinda sorta killed one of their Talons, the Court kidnaps and places Oswald in what looks like a large bird cage. He is not alone in his imprisonment; Oswald slowly turns around to see that Edward Nygma (Corey Michael Smith) had also been captured by the Court. The shock of each other’s company leaves them completely speechless.

Hearing of Jim’s betrayal towards the Court, Kathryn meets with Barnes and orders him to kill Gordon as the Executioner.

I know that there was a loooot going on in the episode, and it had its fun and cool moments, and I understand how the show might want to wrap things up a tad quicker to make the season finale a bit smoother. I get that. So I think I would give the episode a rating of around 7.5.

Things I Liked:

However small of a window we got to see Jervis, I don’t mind if we at least get to see him at all.

Bruce fighting and training. He is coming along quite nicely in hand-to-hand combat.

The super awesome team of Jim, Harvey, and Lucius!

Looking good, Penguin! Nice costumes.

The kind of sisterly love between Ivy and Selina. Aww.

Doctor Hugo Strange is back in the house!!!!!

The nearly two minutes of silence and tension between Oswald and Edward.

JIM TELLING OFF LEE. It was about time too.

Things I Didn’t Like:

The whole thing with Selina and Penguin’s freak army felt rushed, which I understand why.

I’m sorry if some of you guys like Lee, but I’m seriously feeling at my wit’s end here. PLEASE, just kill her off, make her go away, or just turn her into Harley Quinn already. We clearly don’t need a Harley, but because of the stupid hype, we’re gonna get her anyway, and we don’t need Lee. She adds nothing but a whiny, weak, and childlike argument justification for her anger and an annoying antagonist-like behavior that might hinder our protagonists.

I’m pissed at Lee, and I’m pissed that we’re getting a Harley Quinn ONLY because of the hype, not because the story of Gotham might benefit from it.

And if I hear more crap like “I want a relationship like Joker and Harley” or “The Joker loves her in his way, really,” I feel like my anger will cloud my enjoyment of the show, and I don’t want that to happen.

By the way, JOKER DOES NOT LOVE HARLEY. She is, and always been since her creation in 1992, a means to Joker’s incredibly vain and shallow end. She was created to make to Joker look good and more like the monster he is.

I know I got a bit ranty and ragey at the end there, but I wanted to get all that out there in the open. If you guys disagree with me, let me know. If you even agree, let me know. Did you get questions? Let me know.

As always guys, stay weird.

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